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anukulee · 8 months

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All I Ever Wanted

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Requested by; Skymoonandstardust (Tumblr).

NOTE: This couple's meeting and similar to His Maiden In A Tree, through some details have been changed. Keep this in mind while reading this.

Atop a throne Loki Laufeyson (formally Odinson) sat, his eyes drifting lower then him ever so often to face his subjects, a dream that he had held ever since he was a little boy. Yet rather then rival in such a feeling, Loki was dishearted, as finally the desire he had held for so long had finally been fufilled. Why is that, was a question that would often occupy his mind, invading his thoughts at the worst of times, times where Loki was supposed to be preoccupied in doing his needed kingly duties, such as listening. Rather then drifting in and out of conscious, only picking up what was needed. Loki's finger wondering to the top of his forehead, leaning towards his side, almost as if he was in deep thought over the issue, when truly his mind was else where.

Through the subject below seemed to take no notice of Loki's lack of attention as he continued to patter on with whatever issue that concerned him. As this non-sensensical rambling continued on, until something pulled Loki out, yet rather then it be the man kneeling in front of Loki it was someone else. "I believe we will be able to assist you, good sir, won't we brother," the person spoke, his voice as booming as one might expect of the man behind it. This voice belonged to Loki's adoptive older brother Thor, a title that he had been forced to acknowledge if he wished to remain as king over his sister Hela.

If not for the years of pratice that Loki had as a the silver tongue, he would've stuttered at the abrupt shift of the conversation. Especially one that he had been paying little to no attention to. Yet the words came flowing out of Loki as naturally as one might expect, living up to the reputation of silver tongue. "Yes, I believe we can, brother. Now if that is all you require perhaps Hela may see you out?" Loki refering to Hela Friggadottir, their adoptive sister currently positioned at the edge of the throne room, dawning her usual black attire, eyes boring into his, not buying a word that slipped out of Loki's tongue.

"We shall see brother, that is if this man can make it out," Hela noted, a small grin appearing on her face, one that very much mirrored her adopted little brother. While normally Loki might've take amusement in Hela's remark, his mind still remainded on other things, having no remark to Hela murderious comment.

"Now sister you jest right," Thor said speaking in Loki's place, lifting up his hand up in a stop position.

"And if I weren't how would you suggest in stopping me baby brother?"

"I have done it before sister, don't think I can't do it again."

"Yes, but you had the help of our dear brother, whose mind seems to be else where."

Upon hearing this comment, Loki seemed to snap back into place at least long enough to form a response. "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me."

"You mistaken me, dear sister my mind is entirely on matters here."

"So you claim brother."

"You dare speak against your king," Loki asked, his eyebrows tilting upward. It was at this moment that the subject seemed to take to leaving without Hela's guidence likely knowing better then to get involved in the matters of the gods, especially the ones of the former Odin children.

"Yes, if your mind is elsewhere I shall speak up. After all I didn't give up my quest just to serve an absent minded king, if I wanted that I could've done it with dear old father."

"Are you sure you would like to continue speaking dear sister," Loki asked, as with simple glow of his seidr, in Loki's hand materialized a dagger, one that he was prepared to aim towards his sister if need be.

"You wish to aim a dagger at me, Odin's rightful born? Dear brother I believe you must be mistaken, if you think this shall end well. Remember I am the goddess of death."

"And I am the god of mischief, I have died so many times I have long lost count."

Sensing the tension between his two sibling, Thor took this chance to place himself in front of the two stubborn beings. "While I enjoy your banter dear siblings, I believe we have other matters to attend to."

"Such as what," Loki and Hela asked in harmony, something that resulted in a mutual glare towards the other.

"I believe we have another subject to attend to."

"We do," Loki and Hela asked once again in harmony.

"Yes, and I can't call her in if you too are squabbling."

"Big words from your mouth brother, it's unusual," Loki remarked, the remark meant more towards teasing then the deggration one might think.

"I do learn things from you, brother," Thor remarked with a smile, which recieved the smallest smile from Loki's lips/

"I suppose we can continue this disucssion later sister."

"Giving up so easily little brother," Hela asked, her tone as teasing as one expect of a big sister.

"Never, but I believe our brother is right, we have other matters to deal with."

"Fine, but just this once."

"Indeed," Loki said, before motioning his hand towards the door. "Now open up, and bring our next person."

"I shall do it brother," Thor volunteered.

"You don't trust me do you brother," Hela asked, putting her hands towards her heart in mock concern.

"I do, sister, but I believe our brother would like to see this one," Thor said, as a smile began to peek under his features, and before Loki could ask what he might, he saw her. Upon seeing her everything seemed to stop.

"I see, perhaps we should our dear brother alone for this matter," Hela hinted, as a smile began to peek on her own features. Loki far too busy in other things to pay attention to the looks that was crossing his older siblings faces, as soon the two took their leave, as Loki was left alone with her…

Her head adored by a bright blue hood, her almost red auburn hair parted on both sides, flowing to the tops of her purple dress, blue eyes lingering up to face Loki's own green ones. "Is this the right time? I could always come back another that if that is what you wish," she asked, her voice far more nervous then what Loki would wish especially coming from her. Yet how he loved hearing she spoke, her voice just as angelic as he remembered.

This being the very thing that seemed to make Loki speak, his gaze no longer lingering merely on her. "Non-sense my dear you are always welcomed. Now come forth my siblings are no longer here so feel free to come closer. I promise I shall not bite."

"Are you sure for I have heard tales of you?"

"And do you believe them?"

"Perhaps, who am I too question your actions," she asked, a the smallest of smile began to peak from her lips.

At that moment all Loki thought was, there is my queen. A thought that wasn't uncommon especially in regards to her. A comment that he didn't hesist to voice. "For someone as shy as you, one might expect the comment that come out of your mouth."

"Perhaps, but it has kept me from the marriage market until now."

"Until now," Loki asked, his brows starting to furrow.

"Yes, it seems people think I am long past the age to marry."

"Marry," Loki asked, almost stuttering almost as if something was caught in his throat.

"Yes, unless you have a problem with that?"

At that moment so many thoughts began to run through Loki's mind. Her marry? She can't be of age not yet? Can she? I believe she is around Sif's age. Sif has yet to marry so why should she? If she is then who might marry her? Perhaps a noble man or if she is unfortunate she might marry Thor or worse. Why does her marrying someone make me feel like this? If she does marry Thor, why couldn't she marry me, Loki questioned, and with that very question did the pieces begin to fit into place.

This feeling in his heart almost as if he was jealous, when he should be delighted by the thought of her finding someone. The sense of something lacking whenever she wasn't in his presense. His forever lingering gaze whenever she is around as he was reminded of something from so long ago.

The moment of her finding him in that tree of there, one that stood there despite the test of time, despite everything that had happened. The moment she called out from the tree, choosing to talk to him, not knowing his position. Their friendly bickering despite her shy nature. The way she continued to stand beside him despite all the mischief he caused, even after finding out who he was was. Something that was confirmed all those years later when she had blurted it out. Moments that Loki found himself longing for now as he sat upon the throne almost frozen. Wondering just why he was longing for those days, and why wasn't he happy? Why do I feel so empty without her around, he wondered.

As if a light bulb finally went off in his mind everything became clear, he loved her. This being the reason why the very next words came out of his mouth. "Then why don't you marry me?"

At this the one Loki's now saw as his queen frozen, Loki's hands now on his mouth just a little too late now. "Marry you?"

"Yes," Loki uttered, his silver tongue forever gone, with that.

"Me marry you?"

"Does the thought digust you? Marrying a monster?"

"You are no monster."

"Then why do you stutter?"

"It's unexpected."

"Is it truly, we have known each other since we were children playing in that tree of ours?"

"Yes, I suppose we have?"

"So what will it be?"

"Are you even ready for this, or is this because you think I might be taken by another," Loki's queen asked, now taking steps to grow closer to the throne. As Loki made his way down slowly, his steps echoing across the room taking her hands into his ever so gently.

"My dear, I have everything I have ever desired since I was a child, despite this all day I have felt as if something was missing. Yet the moment you came in it was as if something felt more full."

"It did."

"Yes, and I can't express how much it hurt, when I thought you going to another and even my brother. It was then I thought how much I love us, especially out shared soft bickering."

"Is that all," Loki's queen asked, her eyes blicking far to flirtlessly almost as if she knew the spell she had cast upon him.

"Not even close, perhaps I shall say how much I love how one moment you might be shy, yet the next saying the last thing one might expect. Or perhaps the way your auburn hair glows in the light, the deepness of your ocean eyes, or even the way your hair falls just below your breasts."

"Paying attention to my breasts much?"

"You are going off track, what I am trying to say is that I wouldn't mind getting to know more of you."

"More of me?"

"Perhaps the way your face might become after a night of pleasure, or what the Midgardians call bed head. The way you would laugh beside me every day just as we did underneath our tree. The way you would listen and make comments alongside me in that sly way of yours. Or just for you to be mine."

"Are you proposing to me?"

"Perhaps, honestly I am not too sure, all I know is that I don't want to give you up, and wish for more. That you are all I ever wanted."

"I see."

"So what do you say?"

"I suppose we could try this, if I am all you ever wanted."

"So will you take me to be your king?"

"As long as I am your queen."

"You have always been my queen even when we were beneath our tree. So how about it," Loki offered, his hand now offering towards his queen's.

"I say lead the way my king," Loki's queen said, taking Loki's hand into hers, as the two began their journey, as finally, Loki would have everything he would ever want, all with his queen by his side.

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 2 years

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Valkyrie/Mighty Thor Fics

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jo-writes-fanfic · 2 months

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Love & Mischief

Loki x Female!Reader

Rating: M (Mature)

Warnings: There's nothing explicit, some allusions to sex, probably language, violence, and heavy descriptions of grief and loss, although there is somewhat of a happy ending.

Word count: About 2.9k

Synopsis: You're Asgard's goddess of love and loyalty, but you've lost your god of mischief, how do you move forward?

Author’s note: This is set in Thor Love and Thunder. Also if you've ever seen the last scene of the show Reign, it has an inspiration in this fic too. I've had a lot of grief and loss in my life lately and this felt very therapeutic to write. I've tried writing for Loki a couple of times but always chickened out, so I really hope y'all enjoy this and hopefully there will be more to come!

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“And what are you the goddess of?”

The words resounded in your head again and again and again.

When Hela said those words to you, years ago, you had fired back, so sure of yourself and your role in Asgard, your role in your life, your role in his life.

But now…

What was a goddess of loyalty and love who no longer had love? Who no longer believed in such things as fate and security in love?

Your powers should have died when he did.

It was an odd pairing to many, you knew. But it worked perfectly, your strengths and weaknesses worked in tandem and created a love worth fighting for.

But the fight was gone.

The god of mischief (and betrayal- some would argue) and the goddess of loyalty and love were a match made in Valhalla.

Until he was gone, ripped from you so violently that you still woke up screaming from nightmares regularly.

You sat next to your king in New Asgard during another security council meeting.

You were completely zoned out, thinking of bright blue-green eyes, dark curls, and a blade-thin smile. Valkyrie nudged you. “Hey, tone it down, you're bumming out the whole room,” she whispered.

You sighed and blinked out of your reverie, and finally noticed that the mood of the room, despite the recent good news that had been received (you can’t remember what it was - honestly, you forgot to pay attention, these meetings were very dull and tended to drone on) was altogether glum.

“Sorry,” you whispered back and reigned your mood in.

Normally, your powers were extremely helpful; tightening the bonds of loyalty in those around you, increasing love in both romantic and familial bonds, reading others moods - often influencing them, and sometimes even manipulating loyalties. But currently, drowning in grief as you had been the past several years, your powers were more of a burden than anything.

The heaviness in the room instantly lightened, and the conversation flowed in a more productive direction once more.

“We need to talk about these moods of yours,” Val said once she was satisfied that the meeting was going better.

“No thanks,” you grumbled, and promptly zoned out once more. You really preferred it when Thor was also a mess, before he got his shit together, and you weren’t the only one that hadn’t moved on from the repercussions of the war with Thanos. But you know what they say, misery loves company. And back then, no one nagged you as much to get your shit together.

“A little help here?” the king asked you, irritation in her tone.

Another disagreement had broken out, this time a fist fight. Honestly, you found it amusing and were inclined to let it go on for a while, but when Val glared at you, you stood up and clapped once.

Everyone stopped their movements immediately and looked up at you.

“Enough,” you said sternly. “Asgard, though we may have differing opinions, we all fight for the same thing, the prospering of New Asgard. Remember that,” you ordered, infusing the room with compliance, reminding them of their bonds of loyalty.

Everyone looked sheepish and sat back down.

You flourished a hand to Val and said, “My king,” giving her the floor.

She gave them all a rousing speech, it was honestly quite good, some of her best work, and then ended the dreadful meeting early, much to your relief.

“Good job, boss. Well, I’m off-”

“Not so fast,” she said as she caught your arm.

You sighed once again.

“Do we need to talk about this? About Lo-”

“Don’t say his name,” you hissed and the tension in the room raised significantly as your anger and grief filled the space, making the large room feel claustrophobic.

She sighed and took your hand.

“Look, I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through and what you’ve lost. We can all feel it from time to time and I know it’s an incredibly heavy burden. I’m just concerned for you and want to help you,” she said.

With tears in your eyes, you nodded.

“I’m concerned about me too,” you mumbled.

“What can I do to help? Tell me. Anything,” she practically begged.

“Nothing, unless you can drag him back from Valhalla,” you muttered and brushed past her.

And life continued to trudge forward. As a goddess, never had such a short amount of years felt so long, an eternity really.

You felt as if you were stuck in a time loop and every day was close to the same.

You woke up and for a split second forgot he was gone and reached across your bed to find it cold. Then, a wave of grief hit you that was so heavy, each and every time, that you forgot how to breathe.

Eventually you forced yourself out of bed, shoved some food in your mouth as you rushed out the door and met Valkyrie for early morning training. Then you usually sat by the sea and stared as the sun rose in the sky, thinking of him but trying so hard not to. And again, you forced yourself on.

You completed your daily tasks as the King’s right hand goddess; meetings, meetings, and more meetings usually. Most nights you sat at the bar, watched Valkyrie drink an ungodly amount, then when you got bored enough you walked through New Asgard.

You walked and walked, thinking if you moved enough, if you stayed ahead of your sadness, maybe it wouldn’t catch you in the morning.

It always did.

Rinse and repeat.

There were differences of course, sometimes, you had to leave New Asgard to do the whole ambassador thing. Occasionally Thor came to visit and brought along his various cohorts and problems.

Today was one of those days. You were improving in your hand to hand combat skills, according to your King, through your daily rigorous training sessions, which pleased you since you spent most days feeling like you wanted to fight the whole nine realms. And then, following your routine, you sat on the cliffside and stared at the sea.

You never even got to give him a proper funeral, you thought, which then made you think of Frigga and the beautiful funeral service for her that you had watched through tears.

A voice called your name, you looked back and for a moment, a blink and you miss it moment, you saw him. A flash of green-blue eyes and inky black hair, your heart skipped a beat and the vision was gone.

You shook your head in an attempt to clear it, honestly these flashes of him you’ve been having lately should be concerning, but instead you clung to them, desperate for any connection to him that you could get.

Although the true sight before you was one that made you smile, as Thor came up and wrapped you in a bear hug.

You wheezed and when he finally put you down he chuckled heartily.

“How are you?” he asked and you gave him a look like he should know the answer to that question.

“Well I have something that should cheer you right up,” he said as he steered you back towards the town.

“Does it involve needing my help to fight another dangerous life-threatening bad guy?” you asked wryly.

“Perhaps….” he said.

You huffed a laugh and said, “I’m in.”

The threat you were fighting turned out to be a whole lot more dangerous and life-threatening than you anticipated.

Which is how you found yourself on a ship with Thor, Jane, Valkyrie, and Korg on an unfortunate adventure to confront the God Butcher.

Watching Thor and Jane fall back in love was not doing much for your mood. Val handed you another drink and you downed it.

“Hey, hey, you’re totally bringing down the vibe, mate. This is supposed to be about love,” Korg said to you. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

You made an effort to lessen the dark cloud you’d brought on the ship.

“Do you think you’ll ever find love again?” Val asked you, after she confessed that she’d avoided any serious relationships for decades.

“No,” you said, like it was final.

“Really?” Korg asked. “Shouldn’t the goddess of love fall in love easily?”

You shot him a glare.

“I love. I love a great many people. But true love, like soulmates and shit, that only comes once in a lifetime. And after you’ve had it, you’re pretty much ruined for anything less. So no, I don’t think I’ll ever truly find love again,” you said with a sigh.

“Heavy,” he replied and you cracked up.

You laughed so hard you snorted, and at first your friends looked at you in shock, then joined you in laughter, and the room filled with love once again, the love of friendship, and you realized you’ve been overlooking the amount of love you actually had in your life due to your grief.

You grabbed Val’s hand and patted Korg’s disembodied head, and watched Thor and Jane reignite their flame of love.

“I love you all and am grateful for all the support you’ve given me,” you said.

“No final confessions,” Valkyrie said, “this is not the end for any of us.”

You nodded and then the ship reached its destination. The shadow realm yawned open in front of your vision and you gulped.

You had this horrible feeling, like dread, in the pit of your stomach, and you saw him again. That flash you’ve seen so many times recently, but more and more frequently since this misadventure started and that dread molted in your stomach into resolve.

You were certain and you were ready.

Of course the plan went immediately sideways. You crossed swords with Gorr the God Butcher and your heart threatened to pound out of your chest.

Yes, your sword fighting skills had improved, but not enough to be a good match for a seasoned warrior and god killer.

“What are you the Goddess of? Are you even worth my sword?” he growled out.

You gritted your teeth and went on the attack. Your rage filled the space as you dodged, slashed, and pushed him as hard as you could.

You could hear your friends yelling, but you couldn’t lose your focus even for a moment as he pushed back and fought with skill beyond your own.

And you realized you’d been doing this all wrong. You were fighting without your biggest asset, your own natural gifts and abilities. The powers that made you a goddess of Asgard.

He didn’t notice your impact on his mood because your rage didn’t even touch the deep well of his own, he didn’t feel your rage due to the mountain that was his own.

No, rage wouldn’t work, you thought, and as your swords crossed again you used your other hand to grab his.

Your power was more potent when you were skin to skin.

You poured love and loyalty into your enemy, thinking only of happiness and good memories, trying to lessen his rage. Trying to decrease his fight, hoping to convince him to put down his sword.

Your breath caught into a gasp as his emotions infected your own. His love and loyalty were intertwined with an ocean of grief. Just like your own.

And you were drowning.

His emotions, his rage at the injustice and unfairness and unending sadness felt so close to your own emotions that you were thrown back into a memory.

Your worst memory, actually, the day you lost him for good. And you knew your enemy was in his worst memory as well. The origin of his grief.

Just like you watched the origin of your grief as it unfolded in front of you once more. The reason for your nightmares, the reason you woke up screaming, you stepped back and gasped as the memory overcame you.

And Gorr did the same.

You think the sound might be the worst part. Loki’s choking. Or maybe it was the snapping sound, like a branch, a snap that ended everything for him. And for you.

And then there’s the sight. You couldn’t even describe it, it was too awful to explain. You’ve never spoken about it, even in the therapy sessions your King forced you to attend.

He thudded to the ground and you gasped as the vision cleared.

You were drowning in your own grief and it was clear Gorr was more accustomed to drowning than you.

He recovered one second quicker, and your battlefield reflexes were not quite up to par.

You slashed your sword up but all it did was clang against his where it was embedded in your stomach.

All the air whooshed from your lungs.

“You are not a god that deserves death, are you?” he said as he cocked his head. “But you lost faith in yourself, in what you stand for.”

You weren’t even sure you felt the pain. Maybe the shock inhibited your ability to feel any pain. You’d been injured before, sure, but you always felt the sharpness of it. But of course you’ve never been hurt this severely.

You tried to speak, but it came out as a groan.

“I am sorry,” he said and slowly slid the sword from your abdomen and you fell to your knees. Blood gushed and you saw that flash again.

“Beautiful,” you mumbled as you saw the flash of a wry smirk, eyes full of love, and a hand outstretched towards you. Beckoning you.

Finally, you thought.

The last thing you heard was Thor roaring and your king calling your name as she caught you before your body hit the ground.

There was darkness, utter darkness, and then a solid weight beneath you.

You realized you were laying down. You were laying on the most comfortable bed you’d ever had the pleasure of sleeping on.

Sleeping? Are you sleeping? Wasn’t there something…something painful? You couldn’t remember.

You blinked your eyes open and let out all the air in your lungs.

Your eyes filled with tears, this time happy tears. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you cried happy tears.

Loki laid beside you, close enough for you to touch, staring at you with such love in his eyes that tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Oh,” you gasped.

He reached out and cupped your cheek, wiping the tears away.

You sobbed, and he shushed you even as he pulled you closer. You buried your face in his bare chest and he crushed you against him, so tight, tight enough that you were sure he would never let you go again.

He ran his hand up and down your back, and with a start you realized you were void of clothes as well.

You awoke in the afterlife just as you would have every day of the best years of your life with him; naked in his bed after a night of making love with adoration in his eyes as he watched you sleep.

You took a shuddering breath and pulled back to look at him in the eyes once more, your hands never leaving his body, you ran them up his chest, across his face, twirled your fingers in his hair.

“This is Valhalla, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Yes, my love,” he said, and kissed the fresh tears on your cheeks away.

Then he kissed your lips. It was a delicate thing at first, but then it molted and grew until it felt exactly like it used to. The kiss cemented you to him, secured you right where you should be, where he had been waiting for you.

And all of the pain you experienced before that kiss didn’t even matter anymore. Because you loved him and he loved you, and that’s all.

His lips moved against yours and your tears mixed with his and it was perfect. You loved him, that’s all.

You weren’t angry at him for dying and leaving you alone. You weren’t drowning in heavy emotions anymore. You held no grudges or hard feelings over anyone or anything anymore, not now that you were in the arms of your greatest love once more.

“It’s been so long,” you gasped out when he pulled back and smiled.

“I know,” he said with a small smile.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“I am as well,” he replied, simply and sweetly.

You felt light as a feather. You felt released from your pain and anguish. You were with him again, and that’s all that mattered.

“Isn’t the introduction to Valhalla traditionally supposed to be much different?” you asked.

He smirked and mischief twinkled in his eyes, “It is possible I managed to bend some rules for you.”

You huffed a laugh and pulled him into another kiss. One that could’ve lasted seconds or could’ve lasted a lifetime. It didn’t really matter. You had eternity in the hall of warriors with your Loki, and you were secure knowing you died fighting for the ones you loved.

“Would you like me to give you the grand tour?” he whispered in your ear as he pulled back from your lips and began kissing his way across your skin.

“Maybe later,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him atop of you.

“We have an eternity,” he promised and kissed you, slow and deep.

Tagging those who showed interest in this fic (thanks for the support!) : @thespiralstaircasewriter @bellaisasleep @elly-hiddlesherloki @izhunny @drachenkinder @spacefloosie

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siennafrxst · 1 month

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pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader

universe: mcu (marvel cinematic universe)

timeline: during thor ragnarok

word count: 0.7k words

cw: hurt/comfort

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You continue to stand observing the stars from afar, glimmering luminously before your eyes. Asgard has just been destroyed due to the events of Ragnarok and the people have lost their home — for now. They were currently heading towards Midgard via a spaceship to take refuge there. Midgardians were one of the lesser intelligent species across the nine realms, but they could be very welcoming at times. Maybe they could build a new life over there…

Footsteps begin to advance towards you from behind, causing you to snap out of your thoughts and turn toward the disruption, only to spot the God of Mishcief approaching you.

A surprised yet secretly pleased expression forms on your face at the sight of Loki. You hadn’t had a proper conversation with him ever since your… fight. About him faking his death twice and impersonating Odin for years and posing to be king and betraying all of Asgard and especially you.

Yeah. A fight was one way to put it.

“Loki,” you breathe softly.

Loki connects his emerald eyes with yours, seeming to be holding something back. He was never one to hesitate, you knew that. He was always so outspoken — you’ve never seen him so rattled like this.

“I… I’m sorry, and I love you,” he mumbles in a soft tone, breaking the eye contact.

Your eyes quickly shoot up towards his, surprised with his sudden burst of affection. Before you could even gather up the words to speak up, he interupts you.

“You don’t have to say anything or even forgive me, but… I realize that I haven't been the best partner to you, and for that I am.. sorry. You have only ever been good to me, and," he stops himself to gently grab your hands and pull you closer. "You deserve so much more. I promise to you that I will do better. If you will let me.”

He sighs deeply, finally maintaining the eye contact and taking a step towards you.

“I’ve missed you since the moment you walked away from me, and I deeply regret letting you go so easily. That will never happen again — I promise.”

After all these years, you are finally hearing the words you’ve been longing to hear from Loki — and then some. You always thought it was a farfetched fantasy, but for once, it actually feels as though he was willing to change. That this time might be different.

You’ve already made the same mistake — twice — forgiving him then only for him to repeat the same mistake and somehow make it worse than how it was before. But, that’s the thing. Even after all his lies, all the betrayals you have endured because of him…

You never once regretted forgiving him.

“The Loki Odinson, God of Mischief, owning up to his past? My, where have I been this whole time?”

Loki playfully rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, darling.”

A soft yet meaningful smile curves on your lips as you take a moment to process the last word that he said.

“You haven’t called me that since our fight.”

“And you haven’t looked at me with those eyes ever since I faked my death.”

“With what eyes?” You raise an oblivious eyebrow, fully knowing what he was talking about.

Loki softly shakes his head at your teasing before you let out a light chuckle once more. You gaze upon the long-haired frost giant, biting your inner cheek as you watch Loki being vulnerable to you for the first time.

"Loki," you call out in a soft tone, one gentle hand snaking up to his shoulder. "I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have let go of you so easily either. You were right — I was too quick to give up on us. But, never again. This time, we’ll try even harder to make things truly work. Agreed?”

A soft smile forms on his face — one that was sincere in a way that he never usually shows.

“Agreed.”

Before you could even react one more second, Loki cuts you off with an action that he only does once every blue moon. An action that neither of you can even recall when he last did it.

You feel gentle arms wrap you in a warm embrace. Being in his mere presence made you feel safe and at home — in a way that not even your physical home has ever made you feel. But being with him — reuniting with Loki once more — you knew, with the utmost confidence, that he was your true home. And there was no place you would rather be.

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Interview With a Writer

Thank you @st-eve-barnes for going over your Saltburn series with me! Just a reminder, you can view volume 1 & 2 of my ongoing series Interview With a Writer, where these talented individuals allow me to pick their brains over the brilliance behind their writing!

Name: st-eve-barnes

Story: Leverage

Paring: Michael Gavey x Female!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ for explicit content and language. Kissing, oral sex (male receiving), dry humping, hand job, fingering, p in v sex. First kiss and loss of virginity. Experienced reader. Enemies to lovers vibes.

So, when did you start writing?

I guess I have to say as a teenager, though I never shared anything I wrote back then. I still have the notebooks I used to drabble in (in Dutch), it wasn’t very good at all but I guess even back then I had that need to be creative and make my own stories.

I officially started writing fanfic in 2013. I watched Thor the Dark World, fell in love with Loki, made a Tumblr and a whole new world opened. After a few months of reading fanfic, I started writing my own. Again, it wasn’t very good at all but even my bad stories slowly started to find an audience on here, so I stuck with it.

Loki is amazing, just Aemond energy in a different font.

He truly is! I've written different characters since, but the moment I saw Aemond on screen I was transported back to the first time I saw Loki. His intensity, that quiet threat like you don't know what he's going to do next, combined with this, "I was made to be king but my stupid brother is the chosen one."

And a certain sadness, of course. We know they're the villains, but we understand them in a way and can feel their pain. And they are sexy as hell of course ;)

Where did the plot for Leverage come from?

Okay, so first of all, I am someone who never plans an entire plot when I start a fic. I am very much a "make it up as I go along" writer. I start with an idea and a dynamic I want to write between two characters and then I build from there.

For this one I wanted Reader and Michael to have a common goal and a common enemy, something that would push these two different characters to want to work together. I wanted the enemies to lovers vibe but soft. Like, you can tell very early on in the fic that they have empathy for each other. When Reader is crying, Michael softens up easily, and when she sees Michael being vulnerable about not being able to get girls, she feels for him as well.

Their personalities will still clash even after that, but you can (hopefully) feel the connection between them as well. I wanted Ben's threat to loom over them for the entire fic but also never make it the main plot point in every chapter. The main plot for me here was how Michael and Reader could help each other change and grow, and then either accept that change or turn away from it.

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

No, not really, I think. I wanted to make her independent and confident, but also a little bit lonely, all traits you can also find in Michael. And anything else, as usual, I make up as I go along. I get to know the characters as I write them and often I'm surprised where they take me. In this fic I think it was Michael who surprised me the most though, he really turned out different than I initially had planned.

Explain your interpretation of Michael. What drives him? How did he differ from what you originally had in mind?

Salburn didn't give us much to work with, and I actually love that because it gives us so much freedom to play with the character.

I went with what the movie did give us: Michael's obvious hatred for the popular privileged kids. It's the reason he initially hates Reader, but warms up to her when he learns that she is actually working for her place at Oxford and she is not a real part of Ben's group. I think he is driven to help her purely because of that common enemy in the beginning.

Then he gets to know her a little and the promise of sex comes into play, which he definitely doesn't say no to. What surprised me in writing him is that I initially planned on writing him as a sub throughout the entire fic, but then half way in the tables started turning and he started taking over control a bit (of the Reader and me as well apparently!). And then suddenly it made complete sense to write him that way, because he would be that overeager student who wants to do well and who does the homework to get it exactly right, it doesn't matter whether it's math or sex, he wants to show how good and smart he is.

Him just accepting his feelings for her so calmly was also something I didn't plan, but just sort of happened as I was writing.

My initial plans there was going to be a big fight between her and Michael right before they would call things off. He would force her to admit her feelings and the sex would turn quite rough; Michael just being Michael and saying a lot of wrong things to her that would eventually shut her down completely. But I never wrote that scene and by the time I got there in the story it didn't seem to fit their characters anymore and it also seemed too heavy for this fic so I let go of that idea.

Do you feel your Reader and Michael complement one another?

I definitely think they complement each other, but I also think they are quite alike in many ways. As I said before, they are both quite confident in different ways and insecure in others.

I do think they complement each other perfectly with Michael being more book smart and focused, while Reader is (a lot) better with people and social skills. I think them being together changes them both for the better cause they can learn from each other's personalities and bring out the best out in each other (but also the worst, of course).

Let's say that in their future they definitely learn to focus on bringing out the best and not the worst in each other ;)

Do you think you'll ever continue their story?

Never say never, but there's no plans to write more for them for now. I don't think I've written many sequels over the years, but I love writing different ideas and dynamics between two characters and once they are together, it's like "my work here is done."

Do you have a personal favorite story (on ao3 or Tumblr) you'd like to share?

My absolute favorite story is from a previous fandom that I'm not in anymore, but I have to share that one as it is the single most beautiful thing I've ever read. It was the fic that pulled me into the fandom. It's a Stucky story and it's called Not Easily Conquered, known as NEC in the fandom.

It will crush your soul and heal you and I will give anyone the same advice I got before I read it for the first time: be prepared because this one will hurt. I cried for like a week after I read it and I don't cry easily so this one should come with a warning. But it is absolutely worth it!

Do you have another story in the works?

The only thing I'm working on right now is a Felix Catton x Reader story called Pretty Little Liars. Two chapters have been posted and I'm working on the next ones, but it may be a while as life has been a bit full on here lately.

Would you like to share a snippet of what's to come?

“I think he has a little crush on you,” you stated while Felix opened the door to his room and let you step inside first. Felix shook his head but the little blush on his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you. “It’s not like that,” he denied, “He’s just…a bit lost and I’m trying to be his friend.” “You sure that’s all he wants?” “Yeah,” he laughed, “Ollie doesn’t want me, he just wants to be like me.” “If you say so,” you sighed, not convinced. Felix grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down to sit on the side of his bed, leaning forward to look into your eyes, “Hey, come on, don’t ruin this by becoming jealous.” “I’m not jealous, I’m…concerned.” That wasn’t a lie. Jealousy was never a factor, you knew right from the start that Felix would never truly be yours, you would always have to share him with the rest of the world. And you always accepted that. But the idea of sharing him with Oliver somehow made your blood boil. Felix kneeled down in front of you, eyes locking with yours as his gaze darkened and he smiled that irresistible smile of his. “Now, did you come up here to chat about Ollie, or to get your pussy eaten, hmm? Cause I can’t do both at the same time.” His lips connected with your knee, kissing your skin softly and you bit your lip and sighed deeply, “Fine, I’ll shut up.”

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notes: Ok, so like every other jötun Loki simp, I saw this guy on the hologram for 1 second and fell in love with him so I had to make a little fanfic where him and the reader get caught by the TVA for severely messing with the timeline so I made up a nexus event for the two of you <3

pairing: jötun! Loki x reader

word count: 7.9k

warnings: contains NSFW content, temperature play, size kink, slight degradation kink, praise kink, violence towards end

TVA FILE: KING UPON A STOLEN THRONE

VARIANT ID: L6792 RACE: Frost Giant

HEIGHT: 6’ 2” (1.88m) EYE COLOUR: Blue

SEX: Fluid BIRTHPLACE: Jotunheim

VARIANT NAME: Loki Laufeyson

ALIAS:

Loki Odinson

God of Mischief

King of The Nine Realms

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You bit down on your lip as you brought another strawberry up to your lips, eyes narrowed as your eyes followed the curves of planets in the sky. Your feet were kicked up on the divan and you had a notebook set open in your lap, gazing out of the towering bay windows of the younger Prince’s chambers. The spell he had set upon the notebook to disguise it as an anthology of classic poems from Vanaheim was a good one, you would admit that, and it was certainly to be expected of Frigga’s son. But your own mother was the Queen’s lead adviser in sorcery for a reason and you had been taught all that she knew.

“You…” A voice from behind you that made you smile, tilting your head backwards over the rest of the divan, an upside-down Prince coming into view. You watched his face drop as he recognised the book in your lap and he reached over you to snatch it, only for you to grab his wrist and push it away from you. You and Loki never really got on: really it was a petty thing that had started in childhood with the two of you always trying to one-up each other in magic and it had made you grow up in Odin’s court with a bitter envy oscillating between the two of you.

But, as much as the two of you were always throwing insults, trying to boast who was the better magic wielder and such, there had been times where the two of you had defended the other from anyone outside of your strange rivalry or had helped the other to avoid trouble or get out of it. Really, you were fine with picking on the other but wouldn’t stand to see anyone else do the same to either one of you.

“There was a lot to process,” You began, sitting up and patting the space where your legs had been, “especially with the whole jötun thing - I’d love to see that for myself when you have the time-”

“What do you want?” He cut you off and you frowned, hands dropping to land on his open notebook in your lap at having been interrupted, “Either you’re going to blackmail me or you’re going to run to Odin to claim some reward.” His brows were low over his narrowed eyes and it only made you smile playfully.

“Oh, you feel threatened by me!” You exclaimed and he, instead, steeled his expression to a more neutral one, “And I’d say I’m leaning towards the former.”

“Blackmail, then.” He sighed, leaning back and holding his arms out expectantly, “What is it that you want?”

“For you to listen to my improvements for your plan.” One of his brows quirked up and you leaned towards him a little, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, “I know that you won’t want to hear this but you’re underestimating Thor. He’ll catch on to your plan if you attack him so blatantly - if there’s anyone that needs to be put out of the way permanently, it’s Odin, not Thor. But that may not be necessary: there’s a much more diplomatic approach to be taken, one that would be too final and too delicate for Odin or Thor to undo once set in motion.” For once, instead of trying to retaliate and tell you how his way of doing things was fine and didn’t need your improvements, he picked up one of the strawberries that you had been eating moments ago.

“I’m listening.”

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You finally let the minds of the diplomats slip from your puppeteering grasp, falling to the floor as your head swam with dizziness. It was done: everything was arranged. You longed for the comfort of your bed in the guest room of the palace that had made your own familial house feel as though it were your second home after the palace. But there were no such comforts in this cavern that you were hiding from Heimdall’s gaze in.

You let your head rest on your upper arm instead, eyes falling closed heavily. You had kept all of Asgard and Jöutunheim’s diplomats under your enchantment for hours from a distance and it made you want to fall into your own Odinsleep if it meant that you wouldn’t have to open your eyes for a week at the very least. However, a flash of shimmering green had you blinking them open, seeing a double of Loki kneeling beside you.

“Are you ok?” He asked and you shook your head, brows furrowed. The room was spinning.

“I’m so exhausted, I feel like I could be sick.” You groaned, clenching your jaw at the harsh stone beneath your body. You should have brought a damned pillow or something.

“I’ll slip away during the celebration and come get you as soon as I can, I promise.” There was a sincereness in his voice and you smiled weakly up at him. This plot had brought the two of you much closer together and you had come to admire each other’s magics instead of seeing in them the flaws of your own abilities. For example, you admired that he could make this double’s hand against your forehead cool like his real body temperature.

“I know you will…” You murmured, a triumphant grin pulling at the corners of your mouth, “Future King of The Nine Realms.” He shared in your glee and nodded his head to you in respect for what only the two of you knew to be a shared victory before he fizzled out in a glimmer of green sparks. You let yourself fall asleep, knowing that he would not make you wait for long.

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When you woke, it was to the feeling of movement and you opened your eyes to be met with a chest, you looked up to be met with long, dark hair and sapphire-blue skin. Your eyes struggled to see in the darkness and you figured that it had taken him a while to slip away from the celebratory feast to come and collect you as starlight and moonlight was now filtering through the columns of the palace. He was much taller in this form, making it easier for him to carry you and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, feeling the criss-cross pattern of the leather of his clothing against your cheek.

“Did everything go smoothly?” You murmured, letting your eyes close again and feeling lulled by his steady pace as he carried you.

“All thanks to you.” You could hear the faint smile in his voice, “It would seem that the appropriate response to my oaf of a brother starting a war between Jotunheim and Asgard would be to exile him and then assure that he would never rule over the realm with the authority of King of Asgard. Ah, but who else could possibly take his place as heir to the throne?” You smiled at the fun narrative tone, “Perhaps a jötun that was raised in Asgard? Jötuns would be happy to see that one of their own was upon the throne and Asgardians would be happy to have someone who was raised with their customs on the throne.”

“Oh, but wherever will we find such a being?” You brought the back of your palm to your forehead for dramatic emphasis and opened your eyes to meet his ruby-red ones as he carried you to a bedroom: notably his and not yours, making you raise a brow at him.

“I’d like to keep an eye on you, if that’s alright. You’ve exhausted a dangerous amount of your strength.” You smiled as he set you down on one side of the bed and pulled the silken sheets up over your waist.

“Awe, you care about me~” You teased. He rolled his eyes and you sighed against the plushness of the pillows, settling into a comfy position and running your hand down your front to magically change your dress into a set of loose-legged pyjama bottoms and a matching oversized satin button-down.

He flopped down onto the other side of the bed, keeping a large gap between the two of you.

“Phase two of the plan?”

“Phase two…” You murmured back in agreement that you would commence tomorrow.

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Phase two consisted of two main goals. The first was to hold a coronation for Loki soon - it was easy to justify holding one on such little notice as the guise of this entire plan was to dissolve the tension that Thor had created between Asgard and Jotunheim - which would solidify this plan while the Allfather was still in Odinsleep. This had to be a concrete solution that would justify Loki not being able to break Thor’s exile and would be too set in stone for Odin to change once he woke up.

You had watched Odin bully a child that he had chosen to take in for the most part of your life and he cared little for the lives of the soldiers who defended his palace: one of which had been your father. The King had deemed your father ‘a necessary sacrifice’ in a battle born of Odin’s pride. You wondered if he would deem his own family as such if they had fallen to the battles of his pride instead of his citizens that were nameless and faceless to him. His status would be a necessary sacrifice to prevent a war between two realms and you had sworn that you would tell him as much yourself when the moment was ripe.

The second part of phase two was cleaning up Loki’s image. He was still known as the tricker in his brother’s shadow to many, after all. You were close to tearing your hair out over all these festivity plans that would put the realms in high-spirits and display the generosity of their new King. There would be architects in Jotunheim who would be carving colossal ice sculptures of Loki and Laufey in their realm as a reminder of the new ruler of The Nine Realms who had so tirelessly worked to save his subjects from unnecessary bloodshed.

Loki needed a Queen too but you had not brought this up to him. You had already started your own rumours about how people were concerned of the frailty of his rule without an heir and were waiting to bring it up to the God of Mischief – this part of the plan you were orchestrating alone. You were fond of Loki and you made a brilliant team, yes, but you couldn’t say that you were in love with him… right?

Either way, if all that it took was a marriage and an heir to seal your position as a Queen, you would do so. You would have no other woman have more of a sway over Loki than you did. Should such a woman exist and discover how Loki came to be King, she would likely see you as a loose end and seek to cut you off to protect her own rule with Loki.

A plate of food was set down beside you and you lifted your head from your hands to follow up the arm that had placed it down. You smiled tiredly at the sight of sapphire skin with sky blue markings and sympathetic ruby eyes.

“Thank you.” You murmured, plucking up a grape and popping it in your mouth, leaning on your elbow and looking over the various plans in front of you.

“You should appoint some advisors.” He suggested and you groaned. Loki came to sit down next to you and you sighed at the feeling of his cool hand on the back of your neck, running down your spine as he took in the fact that you were multitasking over nine realms worth of celebrations at once.

“No one can do it as right as I can.” You grumbled and he rolled his eyes at your characteristic stubbornness.

“Not even me?” He raised a brow and you turned your body to lean against him, head resting on his shoulder as you sighed exasperatedly.

“Ok, maybe you could do it right.”

“And the way I would do it would be by appointing a team of advisors from each realm.” You groaned at him and he simply smiled, patting you on the head twice and you clenched your jaw, cursing yourself for enjoying the simple, endearing touch so much.

“Fine, but you have to pick them out. I’ll be busy looking for suitors for you while you do so.” You could feel the slight flinch of his body as his head snapped down to look at you, “Some clueless, traditional virgin who will be too stupid to pick up on our plan-”

“This wasn’t part of our plan, Y/n.” You looked up at him to see… confusion? Anger? You couldn’t place it, likely because there was a storm of emotions suddenly evoked behind those blood red eyes.

“I know, but I hadn’t considered it at all, originally. There’s talk that you’ll need to find a bride shortly after the coronation if you want to fix your rule as King. You can’t do that without an heir - if you get killed or die somehow, the crown just goes straight back to Odin or Thor will have to be pulled from exile to fill the role.” You shrugged, “I’ll find someone who won’t get in your way.”

“And what if I don't want to be married to some clueless woman?” Loki protested, “This plan has been an agreement between us so far and I won’t go back to when we used to dictate things to each other and then go for one another’s throats when we didn;t like what was said.”

“Who do you want then, Loki?” You flopped back in your chair and reached for a handful of white grapes, picking them off one-by-one as you ate them. “If you marry a more intelligent woman, she’ll see me as a threat to her rule with my knowledge on how you got the throne in the first place and then I’ll have the Queen of fucking Asgard out for my head.”

“And…” There was a caution in his tone and you begged fate for your most wanted words to fall from those cerulean blue lips of his, “would it be so terrible if you were to be my Queen? Who else would fill the role so perfectly? Look at what we’ve accomplished together already.”

“You are about to take Odin’s place on the throne, I’d say that warrants a pat on the back at the very least.” There was a smile on your lips as you continued to distract yourself with the plate of food he had brought but it did not stop the way your cheeks flushed with heat.

“Beyond that: as much as we picked on each other growing up, we both know that it motivated us to constantly seek improvement in our magic, you took my plan to rule over Asgard under a guise of a last resort and turned it into a scheme to make the people put me on the throne, to adore me as their King who saved them - and I was going to use Jotunheim as my scapegoat but now they’re one of my biggest supporters.” You dropped the playful smile as you listened to his words, allowing him the same level of vulnerability that he was offering you, “We aspire to grand goals together and figure out how to best achieve them. Why not rule together too? Would marrying me be so terrible?” You pondered over his words and you wanted to tell him that you were considering that your feelings for him had grown but, until you truly figured out such emotions, you put up that playful wall of defence.

“We’d have to sleep together at least once so, only if you’re boring in bed, I suppose.” You quipped and saw how the grin on his face grew, highlighting those sharp cheekbones that you adored so much, especially with the lines that adorned them in this form that you had grown so much more used to seeing as of late.

“Oh, I can assure you, darling,” the emphasis on the word made your stomach somersault, “I’m far from boring.” You considered also bringing up the fact that you would need to provide him with an heir too but decided against such - you didn’t want to possibly dampen whatever sparks were flickering between the two of you right now.

“Then perhaps that saves me a lot of effort on looking for suitors. If I make sure to stand out amongst all these planners for the festivities, perhaps you can mention me to Frigga as a potential bride, she already favours me because of my mother.” He smiled at you as you rose to your feet, intent on taking a nap after hours of labouring over plans.

“I’ll see to it.” He agreed.

“Should all go well, I’d like a pigeon blood ruby in my ring.” You bit on your lower lip as your fingertips skimmed along the curve of his jaw, picturing what your lives could look like together.

“That’s very specific.” He noted with a slight quirk of his brows while your fingers began to trail the pale blue lines along his cheek.

“They remind me of your eyes…” You spoke softly before taking your leave in search of a plush bed to sleep in.

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You glanced at the two bands on your finger, both golden: one had a pear-cut red pigeon blood ruby, flanked by smaller white diamonds; the other had two rounded green diamonds that sat at diagonals to one another. Loki had insisted on green for wedding rings as the court recognised it as his colour and he wore a ring on his other hand that bore a shimmering gem which he claimed was second only to your own eyes. The two of you had begun sharing much more romantic words and gestures after your initial discussion about Loki needing a bride and the wedding had been as grand as his coronation, even if you didn’t see all of it as the two of you had run away to your chambers together at the first opportunity. You smiled at the fond memory and blushed as you recalled that Loki had lived up to his claim of not being boring.

Honeyed words and lustful nights soon paved the way for raw emotions and passion and, soon enough, the happy couple was no longer a costume donned by two close friends but a genuine identity.

Being Queen was much easier than you thought: Frigga was Queen Mother and maintained many of her previous duties, Loki had been born to rule and had hungered for it his whole life, meaning that he took to his tasks as King with a passion and so you found yourself with much more freetime than you originally anticipated. Loki valued your opinion over anyone else’s, meaning that you often found him seeking you out for advice and you would gladly brainstorm with him for however long was necessary before the two of you came to your conclusion.

However, he could also become too delved into his passion of what it took to be King and you made it your job to make sure that he ate, slept and took breaks at appropriate times. Currently, you found him with his head in his hands, maps and diplomatic gifts laid out on the table before him. You peered down at the contents upon the desk and deduced that this was a matter of Freyr wanting to renew some of the trade deals between Alfheim and Asgard. He was not an easy man to deal with. Your hands landed on Loki’s shoulders, squeezing them and feeling the tenseness there.

“Come to bed, my love.” You leaned down slightly to press a kiss to his temple, his skin familiarly cool beneath your lips.

“I will, little one,” He assured you, “I just need to-”

“You just need to rest and I am not that much younger than you, you’re only calling me that because you’re so big now that you’re blue.” You teased, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and leaning over him.

“Asgardian me still stands a whole head taller than you.” He tilted his head back to give you that smirk you adored.

“Not listening, what I said still stands.” You huffed, reaching forwards with one hand to push the maps further away from him. He took that hand in his own and you felt soothed by the cool temperature of his lips as he kissed from your wrist to your fingertips.

“Will my Queen not make an exception for her dear King?” He hummed as he brought your hand to rest at the crook of his neck instead, coaxing you to hold him a moment longer before he sent you away to rest. He knew that you adored when you spoke like this: it was a confirmation of your shared achievements, after all and it made you feel powerful at his side, more than anyone in The Nine Realms would ever know if you two could help it.

“I’m afraid that she cannot this night.” You replied, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, stroking some dark hair away from his face that had escaped his typical slicked-back style.

“Then perhaps this will be the first time that she has not got what she wants in a long while.” His words made your brows furrow in frustration and you withdrew from him, fingertips gliding against his shoulder in a dance of their own as you walked around to his side, going further to stand between him and the desk.

“Well, if your task is so urgent, I suppose that I cannot help if it calls for your undivided attention…” You brought your hand up to cup his jaw, thumb caressing the pale blue line along his cheekbone. Another man might have fallen for the false sense of security that you were presenting like a Venus fly trap would present nectar. But your husband was the God of Mischief, he knew trickery when he saw it and so he didn’t let his guard down.

You sank to your knees and let your hands rest on his thighs, pushing them apart as you settled between them. “I shouldn’t be much of a distraction in the face of such an important matter.” You drawled out as you reached up to palm his cock through his black breeches, fingers skimming over the ties but not pulling them open just yet.

“Y/n…” Your name left his lips as a sigh but you knew that it was a light warning. A hand came down to cup the back of your head but you swatted it away.

“Get to work, my love.” You hummed, resting your head against his thigh, feeling how the muscle there was tensed at your sensual touch. He reached down for the ties on his trousers but his hands were swatted away once more, “On the trade routes.” You corrected him but when his hand landed back on your head, you pulled back entirely, sitting on your calves, “I mean it, Loki.” He looked down at you with uncertainty for a moment before a smug look overcame his features. He would not give you the satisfaction of winning the game that you had commenced.

As he pulled the maps closer to him, you leaned back towards his cold body and resumed palming him through his clothes to tease him before you finally tugged at the ties that were hiding his cock from you and took him out from his clothing. You licked along his hardening length that was turning a purple colour in arousal, swirling your tongue around the head before trailing back down to pepper wet kisses all over him, slowly pumping with your hand.

He might have been successful in steadying his breath so as to not give you the satisfaction of knowing how you were distracting him but your fingers pressed into his thigh told you a different story, feeling his accelerated pulse beneath your firm press. You sucked down on the tip of his cock for a moment before pulling away to trail more teasing kisses across his skin that remained cool, no matter how flushed it may look. You laughed lowly at his sudden sharp intake of breath in response to your teasing before taking him in your mouth once more, feeling the weight of him against your tongue and humming as it made you really taste the salt of his precum. You used your hand to pump what you had not yet taken in your mouth, holding him in your fist that was quickly becoming slickened by the saliva dripping from your lips in generous amounts. You relaxed your jaw to take him in further, holding him as far back in your throat as you could before withdrawing entirely to leisurely stroke him in your hand, glancing up to him from your kneeling position.

His jaw was tight and his hands were gripping the edge of the desk with an unnecessary amount of force. You knew that you could start touching yourself to make him lose his last shred of restraint but you could be as sadistic as he – even if it showed itself differently – and so you leaned back down to bob your head over him, taking as much as you could. You began pulling out more little tricks to try and provoke a reaction from him: curling your tongue around him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked down, moaning so that he could feel the vibrations of your voice, gagging every now and then as you took him into your throat.

It was when you pulled away to murmur against his cock that he lost all restraint: “I want you to come for me, my King.” You were pulled away from him, cold fingers digging into your cheeks and pushing your swollen lips into a pout.

“Enough games.” He rasped and you couldn’t help your smile of triumph as you further teased him.

“I thought you loved games, God of Mischief?” There was a growl from the back of his throat and you gasped as you were suddenly falling backwards onto your shared bed, the sensation of magic dissolving over your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle your flesh. His lips were on yours in an instant, his larger body caging yours into the bed, a knee between your thighs. You couldn’t help but whimper at the carnal passion behind his dizzying kisses, reaching your hands up to tangle in his dark hair as he licked into your mouth.

You couldn’t help but sigh out his name as his large hands came to rest over your hips, lips slanting across your jaw and smothering the skin of your neck in kisses that caused you to shiver delightedly every so often from the cold sensation against sensitive skin. You could feel Loki smile against your skin and you knew that he was planning on using that particular weakness of yours to tease you as you had done to him.

His cold hands filled your skin with a warm sensation as your clothing began to dissolve in a shower of emerald green dust - magic. You didn’t miss how those brilliant red eyes darkened at the sight of your bare flesh beneath him and you bit down on your lip as your own eyes landed on how his hardened cock was still free from his breeches despite him still being fully clothed. You reached up to begin tugging at his layer before he took your hand and pinned it beside your head. He reached for the opposing wrist and you acted quickly before he could take you in his string grasp that you knew you would not be able to escape from, thrusting your palm against his chest. He quickly snatched up your wrist but it was too late, the clothes on his upper body were dissolving in a shimmer of magic and you smirked up at him as he took both wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head.

“Follow my rules, little one.” He spoke lowly, leaning over you and you found your back involuntary arching towards him at the tone of his words.

“You never said I couldn’t undress you.” You quipped back.

“It was non-verbal.” He muttered as his lips hovered over the tops of your breasts. You both knew that grabbing your wrists had been a sign to simply submit to whatever he had planned for you but you’d be damned if you didn’t get to see that lean and sculpted chest. It would be too simple to compare him to a sculpture and much too generic for someone of Loki’s beauty; he was muscular, yes, but not overly so. He reminded you more of a painting, he was more lean like delicate brush strokes than overly-defined curves of marble muscle, there was an elegant beauty to him.

He must have noticed how your eyes softened as you took in the sight of him because he paused to hover over you, taking in all the emotions that flickered behind your eyes.

He was blue and you adored it, like the sea or the sky: beautiful, vast and powerful forces of nature to be reckoned with, whether they would come in persistent storms or rogue waves. Your eyes followed the lines along his torso, how you craved to follow them with your lips. You followed them down and then all the way back up again, across collar bones and up to his cheeks where you were met with eyes that put the gem in your engagement ring to shame.

“Are you alright there?” He hummed with a smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Lo, I don’t tell you enough.” You whispered and that smile of his only softened as he leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, letting it linger as he slowly pulled away.

“You tell me more than enough.” He assured you.

“I don’t think I possibly could.” You were so lost in his eyes that it caught you completely off-guard when his fingers began teasing at one of your nipples, pulling a shrill gasp from you from the fact that he had allowed his body temperature to drop a little closer to its natural state. The sensation made you throw your head back and you tried to close your thighs together but Loki’s knee between them would not allow you to alleviate your growing ache by pressing your legs together.

“Ah, is it cold?” His tone was dripping thickly with mockery and you could only nod your head quickly in response, pushing at his hand over your wrists to no avail. “Too cold?” That same tone and you shook your head, making him smile widely, white teeth flashing in the moonlight that was filtering in through the grand windows, white chiffon curtains billowing in the gentle breeze. “Then I’m sure you can handle a little more.” And your body jolted as his lips wrapped around the other nipple, tongue laving over the sensitive and hardened flesh before sucking down gently. His mouth was cold and wet and you wanted to compare it to ice but he hadn’t pushed that far just yet – you knew how much more he was capable of attacking your weakness for temperature play like this.

“Please.” You gasped after he had already alternated between his hands and mouth over your breasts twice.

“Please what?” He hummed against your skin and you realised that you hadn’t noticed when you’d started panting.

“Touch me…” You tried to crane forwards to capture his lips with yours but he held you down firmly to the bed. You tried again and watched as he looked down at your struggle with lidded eyes.

“You won’t break free.” He pointed out and you were about to tell him that you were fully aware of that but that would only please him and your goal now was to take your own pleasure.

“I will.” You protested instead. He raised his brows at this, one hand landing on your thigh and grabbing the plush flesh, noting your little shiver at the initial contact as he pressed against your leg to make you spread your legs for him.

“Will you now?” There was a faux sympathy in his voice and it caused heat to pool heavily in your core. “Go on then, show me how you can break free despite how much smaller and weaker you are.” You glared up at him and fought for your lips to leave the pout that they were pursed in. He knew exactly what he was doing and you shouldn’t be reacting this way when it was exactly what you had expected to get in the first place. You pushed at his hand again but it was fruitless no matter how much you tried to squirm out of his grip: you both knew that you couldn’t get out and you both adored it. “Poor thing…” He cooed and you turned your head away from him, hearing him chuckle slightly before you moaned at the sensation of his cool fingers dragging through your soaked slit.

“A reward for your efforts, as much as they may have failed.” He whispered into your ear as he began rubbing circles against your clit. His fingers dipped down to your entrance to push some of your wetness back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves and you let out a mix of a cry and a gasp when he was suddenly cold as ice.

“That’s cold!” Was all you could think to exclaim and Loki merely laughed at the obvious statement as he brought his other leg between yours, spreading your legs over his as you tried to squirm further up the bed and away from the icy sensation that was suddenly caressing your hot clit. His gaze over you darkened and his grip held you firmer, through not enough to hurt your wrists.

“Take it.” He commanded, pressing your wrists down into the pillows above you, pushing two fingers into you and making you gasp once more, moaning and scrunching your eyes at the glacial sensation within you. “Take it all like the good slut I know you are.” You keened at his attentions and the way his thumb came to caress your clit, fingers getting to a quick rhythm within you and making your body flush with heat at the wet sounds of him plunging his cold fingers into your hot cunt over and over again.

“Loki!” You cried out, having to adjust to his size, pace and temperature all at once, overwhelming your senses and quickly pushing you to the edge.

“Do you want to cum?” That mocking tone was back and you knew it meant that he wasn’t likely to give you this orgasm so simply nodded your head and tried grinding your hips down against his hand until he withdrew entirely and you could have sobbed, tears of frustration at the corners of your eyes.

Any complaint that you might have had fell short as you felt the tip of his cock swipe through your slit, rubbing over your sensitive clit. His cock wasn’t as cold as his hands had been until he began to sink himself into your pussy. You only realised that his hand had released your wrists when you reached forward to grab onto him, nails raking down his back, feeling the ridges of the lines there as he pushed into you. You let your head fall back as you whimpered at the stretch of him filling you. “I know…” He cooed as his lips pressed to the skin beneath your ear and it only made you all the more desperate for him.

“More, please.” Your voice came out in a whisper as one of your hands tangled in his dark hair. You shivered in delight at the feeling of him sheathing the entirety of his cock inside you and you mewled at the contrast of his cold arousal within your hot cunt. “Loki, please…” You sighed out and he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes and the lust that swam in them, “fuck me, my King.” That seemed to do it for him because he got to easing you towards a firm pace, pulling out to the very tip and then pushing into you again, progressing into slamming into you as your nails raked down his biceps, moaning for him without a second thought to the open windows.

Your need grew as he began to fuck you harder, reaching one of your hands down to tease your clit, spreading your fingers on either side of your slit at one point to feel the drag of Loki’s cock in and out of you, causing him to shudder. Knowing that you were the cause for each breathy moan that slipped his lips was enough to have you tightening around him, nearing your release. “You always take me so, so well, little one. Cum for me. Be good and let me see how pretty you are when you come undone on my cock.” And you did just that, feeling immense waves of pleasure wash over your body, making you wrap your legs tightly around your waist until your body slackened for a moment and it was all the time that Loki needed.

Suddenly gravity shifted entirely and you were forced onto your front, arms collapsing beneath you as your hips were pulled up and Loki was plunging into you once more, this angle allowing you deeper. You muffled your moans with the pillow beneath you before a hand tangled in your hair and pulled your head back, making you whimper at the harshness. One of his hands came to cover yours, interlacing your fingers and you arched your back in an attempt to take him in deeper, simply taking the pounding of his hips against the softness of your ass as he pushed you towards another orgasm, having not given you time to really come down from your last one.

“I know you can cum again for me and you will.” His lips were slanting across your shoulders, nipping your flesh here and there and you were almost sure that you could see his breath beside you when he brought his face far enough to catch a glimpse of your teary eyes and flushed cheeks.

“I will, I will.” Was all you could mumble out through a torrent of moans, feeling much like a toy as all you could do was go limp as he brought you another orgasm while he continued to fuck your soaked cunt that was now dripping down your thighs. “Please…” The word came out as a long keen and you could feel his cold breath against your cheek.

“What do you need, is it too much?” There was that mockery that filled your chest with a hot pleasure of humiliation. You shook your head, hands fisting the silk covers of your bed. “What is it then?” You could hear the grit of his jaw and knew that he was close.

“Cum for me, in me, please. Let me feel you, Loki.” You all but whimpered out and that seemed to do it for him as he released your hair to bruisingly grip your hip instead, shuddering as he gave you exactly what he wanted.

The two of you remained in that position for a while until you felt Loki slip out from inside you and ease you down to the bed, the warmth of his magic washing over your body as it cleaned you up. Feeling too boneless to move your whole, you simply stuck your arm out and heard a small laugh from Loki who shifted under it so that you could lay your arm over his chest while his own arm worked beneath you, turning you on your side so that you could curl up into him. Your heart was still racing and you looked up to see him gazing down at you contentedly, red eyes full of adoration as he reached forwards to gently push some hair back from your face. Your eyes felt heavy but you managed to smile up at him which only made him grin, in turn. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead and you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

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You watched the scene unfolding before you with calculating eyes. No one had expected Odin to wake up from his deep sleep just a few short years after Loki’s argument with him had pushed him into the Odinsleep that he had been delaying for so long. Odin knew Loki but he didn’t know you beyond being the daughter of Frigga’s advisor. You’d allow him to underestimate you for now as he bellowed at Loki for all that he had done.

“Oh, there he is! Odin the conqueror, the hypocrite!” Loki yelled back. The two of you had been comfortable ruling over The Nine Realms these past few years without so much as a single uprising. Odin was the only one to speak out against you so openly and neither you nor Loki would allow him to take what you had worked so hard for, for what you had fought to maintain once you had it.

“Asgard was not yours to take! You were never fit to be King!” The ugly truth to the lie that Odin had fed Loki as a child, then having the audacity to turn to the young God and call him the God of lies.

“And yet he was the one to step up while your precious little golden child couldn’t get himself out of a realm as simple as Midgard!” You bit into the argument, ready to defend your husband in any instance, even if it were against the Allfather himself. “The people appointed him as their King and there has been peace since! I have lost count of the nights where I have had to remind him of his health as he’s poured over his tasks as King! Don’t you dare discredit him for taking your Kingdom, on the verge of war, and imposing peace without a drop of blood being shed.”

“Do not lecture me on politics, child. Perhaps blood would have been a necessary sacrifice to keep the trickster from the throne!” Odin spat back. There it was. That lack of regard for the subjects who were nothing but pawns on a chessboard to him.

“And perhaps the loss of your status was a necessary sacrifice.” You snapped back, stunning him for a moment at the bluntness of your words. A rage stormed behind his eye, one that Loki recognised well, and he was quick to get between you and the Allfather. You were quick to cast a spell, assuring that no one else noticed what you were doing.

“You will relinquish your title!” Odin commanded.

“What right have you to demand such a thing of me?!” Loki snapped back. He was wearing his crown today and you admired it from over Odin’s shoulder: a set of translucent horns that gleamed like the bifrost and covered a portion of his cheeks, highlighting his cheekbones.

“Surrender!” Odin commanded once more, this time as he slammed gungnir against the ground.

“No!” Loki retaliated and the moment Odin took a step towards him, you dropped your illusion, revealing that you were no longer standing behind Loki but had been invisible behind Odin, sinking your dagger into his back and thrusting upwards to assure you tore whatever organs you could hit.

There was a cry from Frigga from across the hall as you let Odin drop at your feet, looking up at Loki as you felt faint with adrenaline. He was quick to dash over to you, pulling you away from the body and cupping your face in his large hands to make sure you were ok, checking over you.

“I’m alright, I’m alright!” You exclaimed, trembling. Loki cast a glance down at Odin, Frigga now kneeling beside him and trying to apply pressure but it would not help - your blade had caused too much damage.

All of your attentions were snatched by the appearance of a translucent, orange-tinted door. Out came four people in black armour that resembled more modern styles of Midgard. You clutched onto Loki’s clothes and looked between your husband and these strange people that should not have been able to transport into the palace as they just had.

“Severe sequence violation.” One woman spoke as she looked down to Odin who was bleeding out on the floor. Her eyes fell to a screen in her hand before her eyes locked onto the two of you. “Variants identified.” Her tone changed and you knew that she was no longer addressing her teammates. “On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline. You’re coming with us.”

Loki might have had a better head on his shoulders but you were still surging with adrenaline and had a bloodied blade in your hands. You lunged forwards but the knife was quickly taken from your grip and you felt a collar wrap around your throat as you were forced to your knees.

You hadn’t expected them to be so efficient.

Loki didn’t hesitate for a moment to attempt to free you but he met the same fate and, soon enough, you were being hauled up and pushed through that strange orange door.

You tried to get nearer to your husband but the two of you were kept at least a metre apart by these strange guards who claimed to work for the Time Variance Authority.

“What the fuck is a sacred timeline anyway?!” You exclaimed as you were pushed in front of a strange desk that looked like an orange sliced in half to you.

“Ooh, another Loki and there’s a Y/n with him. Mobius will love this.” The man behind the desk said to the woman who had been leading the group that had abducted you and taken you to wherever this was.

“What was these one’s nexus event?” He asked as he seemed to be filling out paperwork and Loki’s eyes met yours in a shared utter confusion.

“A what event?” Loki’s brows furrowed.

“Nexus event.” The guy said as his fingers clacked against some buttons in front of him, “You know, when you do something completely irreversible to drive events away from how they should happen.” He turned back to the woman, “What did they do?”

“They’ve been ruling over Asgard for years and when Odin woke up, she killed him.” The woman replied simply, taking the clipboard and placing your bloody dagger down on the desk.

“Oh… Yeah, Mobius will love this.”

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I haven't been tagged in this one (yet) but I'm in a major procrastination mood this morning so answering tumblr questions is currently way more appealing than actual writing so let's do this XD

How many works do you have on AO3? 67 1/2 - the 1/2 is because I have a very little Obidala-ish thing which is currently sitting in my files waiting to be published when I find an extra minute (like right now, for instance, except that I'm doing a survey instead oops ;))

What's your total AO3 word count? Ummm...let's just say if I had a dollar for every word of fanfic I've ever written, my bank account would be very, very happy.

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Game of Thrones. But my full fandoms list has 25 unique fandoms, some major, some minor, and some where the entire tag is owned by me.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Île Aux Ours, Jamais T'oublier, Sunrise on the Jade Sea, La Nuit Venait, The Heir of Riverrun which are all Jorleesi fics except for THOR, which I'm pleasantly surprised to find so high in the rankings (although to be fair there's Jorleesi in that one too :)). And just because I was curious, my top five excluding any Jorleesi content are: New World Symphony (Vicbourne - oh I loved them so, history be damned), Dreams and Dragonglass (Viserys x Alicent from HotD), A Girl, A Drowned Man (ahem, Jaime Lannister x Arya Stark - don't even ask XD), over time and tide and death leaping (Obidala4Ever <3), and Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed (Siegfried x Audrey from the new All Creatures Great & Small - S5 is our season friends, I can feel it)

Do you respond to comments? Yes, all of them (except for the obvious trolls). I heart my readers and have had such good times in the comment section <3 Speaking of which, I'm behind with replies again. Just know my inbox is glaring at me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ummm, that's a hard one because I usually reach for the fluff endings with both hands. But I suppose...right now it's got to be my Hunger Games fic, and she gained the willow tree. I mean, it's intensely angsty, even more so than the source material, and may remain that way forever (at least until I update it and fix what I broke lol)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all of my Jorleesi fics have unabashedly happy endings but I think Île Aux Ours edges out the others just because basically everyone (spoiler alert: except for Viserys, Rhaegar and the Night King) live! And all my ships survive! And House Mormont is flourishing! And the Seven Kingdoms are at peace for once! (at least until I write the sequel ;))

Do you get hate on fics? Only on the Game of Thrones fics, and relatively speaking, very, very rarely. It was slightly more common right at the end of Game of Thrones (people had feelings) but it's almost completely died off in recent years...which is a relief. Because trolls are easily ignored but they don't make anyone's day brighter.

Do you write smut? Again, rarely. But, ya know, sometimes things happen ;)

Do you write crossovers? Yes, but usually it's not what I would consider a true crossover. More me adapting one film/series to the setting/plot/characters of another. The only true crossover I've ever written is, I believe, this one: light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling (where Tom Bombadil and Melisandre of Asshai meet up and make a trade - sometimes writing brains are weird)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I know of? Although I had a reader request permission to translate a couple of my Jorleesi fics into Russian so that may have happened and I just never received a link from them.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ohhhh, yesssssss. My forever partner-in-Jorleesi-crime is @salzrand <3 9 fics and counting :)

What's your all-time favorite ship? Based on my writing activity over the last 5-6 years, I think there's really only one correct answer here and it's the lobsters. A bear and his dragon-girl. A princess and her steadfast knight. They're perfect, they're dreamy. And forever inspiring. I cannot. But other than Jorleesi, I have to give top billing to Jane/Lisbon, Obi-Wan/Padme, Dickon/Mary, Jean Valjean/Fantine, Christy/Neil, Lexie/Mark because these are ships that have stayed with me for at least a decade or longer and are part of my DNA at this point.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Ugh. Don't talk to me about unfinished fics. They judge me with their Chapter 1/? eyes. They glare at me disapprovingly each time I log into AO3. And I know that there are a few that have been waiting on an update for a long, long time (and some of you have probably given up hope that I'll ever return to them), but never say never...at least until I'm dead XD

What are your writing strengths? I think I have a flair for writing scenery and believable multi-generational family dynamics. I also think I'm fairly good at fixing canon disappointments with some fun and unique twists (it's the soap opera training, I swear XD). I try to keep dialogue very natural, characterization at least partly canon-based and do a lot of research for my fics on time-period details, with mostly successful results...lol well, that's the hope anyway. And I think another strength that has made me successful in writing age-gap ships especially is that I can write character relationships in a way that might go beyond the whole attraction thing and touch on deeper connections (or something).

What are your writing weaknesses? Endings. Aren't they everyone's? Titles. And my pacing can be off sometimes. I think I get away with it in fic-writing for the most part but I have a few fics that aren't as "tight" as they could be. There are a few words/phrases that I rely on too much. And I'm sure I have a bunch of others that I'm unaware of.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I haven't done this much and I really don't venture outside French if I try it. I rely on friends who are native speakers to make sure I'm not saying anything off the wall.

First fandom you wrote for? Titanic 😍 I had to save Thomas Andrews. He looked so sad and despairing winding that clock at the end. I should have probably saved Leo too but let's just assume in my version, Kate scooched over let him share the door XD

Favorite fic you've written? Impossible to choose. I love them all. Okay, okay, Sunrise on the Jade Sea. But only because you're forcing me to answer <3

Tagging: @clarasimone @gettingovergreta @toas-tea @bridgr6 @crushermyheart @heatherfield <3 Or be like me and tag yourself ;)

#fic writing #tumblr survey #game of thrones #acgas 2020 #jorleesi #obidala #obi-wan x padme #siegfried x audrey #vicbourne #all my ships #i need to make a proper list at some point #tag games #procrastination #it's my middle name #okay actual writing time #but this was fun #<3

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-Marvel Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Caregiver!Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Wanda & Caregiver!Vision

Caregiver!Natasha Romanoff

Caregiver!Stephen Strange

Caregiver!Charles Xavier

Caregiver!Bruce Banner

Caregiver!Thor Odinson

Caregiver!Scott Lang

Caregiver!Peter Quill

Caregiver!Clint Barton

Caregiver!Loki Laufeyson

Caregiver!Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Caregiver!Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Caregiver!Gwen Stacy (Across the spiderverse)

Spiderman themed Moodboard

Regressor!Pavitr Prabhakar

Caregiver!Pavitr Prabhakar + Little!Miles Morales

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk)

Caregiver!Steve Rogers

Caregiver!Stucky

Caregiver!Hobie Brown + Regressor!Pavitr Prabhakar

Caregiver!Guardians of the galaxy

Caregiver!Frank Castle

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson

Regressor!Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Caregiver!Peter B Parker

Caregiver!Miguel O'Hara

Caregiver!Tony Stark

Caregiver!Mobius + Regressor!Loki Laufeyson

Caregiver!Mobius

Regressor!OB (Loki Series)

Regressor!Peter Parker

Caregiver!Victor Timely + Regressor!D-90 (Loki Series)

Caregiver!MJ + Regressor!Peter Parker

Caregiver!Clint Barton StimBoard

Regressor!Hercules (Comics)

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Old King Loki (Comics)

Caregiver!Mobius (W/ Fem Themes)

Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr & Caregiver!Charles Xavier

Flip!Pavitr Prabhakar (Fox Themes)

Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) StimBoard

Caregiver!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Matt Murdock StimBoard

Caregiver!Frank Castle StimBoard

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Wilson Fisk W/ Regressor!James Wesley

Daredevil Inspired MoodBoard

Caregiver!Bucky Barnes

Caregiver!Helmut Zemo

Regressor!Kate Bishop StimBoard

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Frank Castle

Story/Fanfics

Caregiver!Stucky, Platonic!Peter x Little!Reader (Loud..)

Caregiver!Stucky x Little!Reader (It's slippy..)

Caregiver!Stucky x Little!Reader (What was your favourite part?)

Caregiver!Winterwidow x Little!Reader (Snow!?)

Caregiver!Peter Parker x Little!Reader (Test..)

Caregiver!Platonic!Peter Parker x Little!Reader (Babysitter - Part 2 to "Loud..")

Caregiver!Clint Barton x Little!Kate Bishop x Little!Reader (Brave)

Caregiver!Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (TV and Cuddles)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock x Little!Reader (Something's different..)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock, Caregiver!Frank Castle x Little!Reader (Talk to stuffies...)

Caregiver!Loki Laufeyson X Little!Reader (Mummy or daddy..?)

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) x Little!Reader (Stimming is cool!!)

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) X Little!Pavitr Prabhakar (Tea Parties!!!)

Headcannons

Caregiver!Charles Xavier Headcannons

Caregiver!Matt Murdock Headcannons

Caregiver!Bruce Banner Headcannons

Caregiver!Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Headcannons

Caregiver!Steve Rogers Headcannons

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson W/ How He Discovered Age Regression, Age Range, Favourite Agere Gear/Items, Favourite Thing To Wear And Something Unexpected About His Regression

Caregiver!Matt Murdock W/ Teaching Regressors Different Languages

Caregiver!Miguel O'Hara Headcannons

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The Maid - Part 3

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing. Reader is a maid.

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You return to the maid's quarters, shaking in disbelief at your interaction with the king.

I just lied to his face. I'm such an idiot. Will he change his mind and punish me? Why was he so nice to me if he sends his guards to beat me almost daily? Why did he look concerned when he saw my injuries? Is this some cruel manipulative twisted joke so he can trap me into trusting him, just so he can rip my trust for him into pieces? To finally break me like the guards say they will?

Your mind is racing; confused, angry, hurt. You say nothing to the other maids when you return to your cot. If they are to know you spoke to the king, rumours will spread.

You decide you can't risk it, you have to request a change of duties.

You rush to the man in charge of separating the help's duties amongst the castle.

You bow your head and curtsy when you approach him "Good evening, sir. I am here to place a request, if possible." you say quietly, staring at the floor.

He says nothing so you decide to continue "I would like to change duties. I believe the king is no longer fond of my work, nor my presence and think a change would be best to appease his anger."

"Very well. I doubt he will notice the change anyway. You are quiet and forgettable. You will be placed on the rotation team. You will work multiple different duties at my discretion. You may leave now." he says to you coldly.

You thank him quckly and return to your chambers.

He's right. He won't even notice I'm gone. This is for the best, I must avoid him at all costs to stay alive. Stay quiet, do as they say and stay small. It's the only way I'll survive.

Over the next two weeks you successfully avoid all contact with the king. You're continuously rotating duties from maid, to kitchen staff, to laundry and you're body is aching from the physical exertion. The abuse from the guards subdued but did not stop from the Snake. He would search for you exclusively and insist it was at kings personal request. He did everything he could to try to break you, but you repeated the same words "Never". Sometimes you would fight back and other times you would simply take it so it could be over with faster, but one thing you made sure of is that he never touched you. You would go feral at the mention of it.

Yesterday, the Snake went too far and tried holding you down to 'teach you a lesson', you screamed and swung your hands as you scratched his face from his eyebrow to his lip so deeply he was bleeding profusely all over his bedroom floor. You took your upper hand to your advantage and threatened him " I can take your abuse, you will not break me and I will die before I let you touch me. Next time, I will scratch your eyes out." you hissed at him. He screamed for the other guards as he swung at you but you side stepped and tried running out but was caught by the other guards.

"Now, you will see what the king truly thinks of you once he discovers what you've done, witch. He will not be as merciful as I was. Bring her to the dungeons." he spits at you as you're dragged away.

You're thrown to the damp stone floor covered in hay, scratching your palms and knees as you roll on the floor.

"This is where you belong, witch." One of them says as the door locks behind you.

You hear their laughter fade as they walk away. The cell is disgustingly dirty, there is only a small space with bars that acts as a window. Besides the moonlight, you're left in complete darkness, the only sound to occupy your mind is the squeaks of the mice running around. You bring your knees to your chest and begin crying "What have I done? Why didn't I just let him do what he wanted? I wouldn't be here... At least I would have a chance at life... now I'm as good as dead" you cry to yourself.

The next day you're woken abruptly and dragged outside. Your hand are tied to a post and they rip open the back of your shirt.

Your heart races as you realize what is happening. You hear the Snake laugh and then the searing pain of the whip across your back.

You scream out in pain and dig your nails into the post to ground yourself.

"So the whore can scream afterall. Let's see how loud she can be. You've been holding out on me." the Snake mocks you.

This continued 10 times. For everyday the nurse said he would need to heal from the wound you created in his eye.

They drag you away and throw you back onto the dungeon floor. Bleeding profusely from your back, unable to move from the pain, you curly yourself into a ball and beg for death to take you.

You awake to a nurse tending to your back. You both stay quiet as she puts the familiar balm to your back and wraps your wounds to prevent infection.

Two days pass, no guards have come to bring you food or water. You're famished and parched. Your back is in continuous searing pain, your breathing has become more shallow every day. You're in such pain, you try to force yourself to sleep to avoid the pain. Eventually, you pass out. You're awakened by the sound of a crow squawking and the sun shining on you.

You look up and see the bird standing at the makeshift window, in between the bars. It crows a few times before turning around and flying away.

Even the birds don't want to be near me.

You hear heavy footsteps approach your cell when the Snake opens the door "Learned you lesson yet, witch? Get up, you reek. Bathe and get ready for work tomorrow. Maybe this will make you think twice before fighting me." he sneers at you.

You struggle to get up so he grabs you by the arm and yanks you to your feet making you shriek in pain from the deep cuts in your back.

"Shut up, harlot. Get out of my face." he spits at you.

You slowly walk out of the dungeons and back to the maids quarters. You're so weak, you collapse on your cot and pass out when you arrive.

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You awoke before dawn, bathing to ease the pain. The nurse helps apply the balm to your back and wrap the wounds once more. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your left eye is severely bruised, you look exhausted and in pain.

Today you're placed on kitchen duty. You're slowly walking to the kitchen, when you see a crow fly overhead and land nearby on a statue.

A crow, again? ... Is it staring at me?

You shake your head in dismissal and you near the kitchen. You were to prep everything for the breakfast run before the cooks arrived.

You were deep in thought and humming to yourself while cutting vegetables and boiling some water to make yourself a coffee that you didn't notice somebody walk in behind you.

"Where have you been?" a familiar voice cuts through the silence. You yelp in surprise and cut your finger with the knife. You hiss in pain and rush to place a towel over it to stop the bleeding.

"Sorry darling, l keep frightening you." He approaches you but you back up in fear, your back hitting the kitchen counter. You groan out loud at the pain from your back hitting the counter. He stops and looks at you with hurt and confusion.

You keep your down "It's okay your highness. I'm fine." you say quietly.

He sighs "I've been looking for you."

Your eyes widen at that statement. Oh my god, he's going to kill me, just like the Snake said he would.

"Why were you replaced as my maid? I made no such request. I was very content with your work. Are you avoiding your king?" he presses on.

"Your highness, please. I will do as he says. I will not fight him next time. I beg you to please forgive me and spare my life. I was stupid, it was done in fear. I will never do it again!" you beg, your eyes brimming with tears. You're shaking, straining to breathe properly with the pain coursing through your entire body.

"What none sense do you speak of? Where were you?." he asks again, more urgently. It sounded more like a command than a question.

You bite your lip hard, making it bleed.

"My king...I don't... you ordered the guards..." you're unable to form a sentence through the fear shaking through you.

His eyes narrow and he inspects you and tries to make sense of the words you're hiccuping out.

"Who did I order to do what?" he asks you, his voice rising with anger.

I can't tell him. This is a trick. It was his orders. He knows, he wants to see if I will question his orders.

You take in a deep breath and steady yourself, stopping the tears from falling down your face.

If I avoid his question about the guards, I won't be lying to him.

"I requested a change of duties, your highness." you blurt out.

He looks taken aback "Why? Did I make you uncomfortable? Do you fear me?"

You're confused by his line of questions "No, your highness... I -"

"You're lying. I will give you one last chance." he says sternly.

You swallow thickly, your anger and frustration from the past months of mistreatment bubbles up inside. A sudden burst of confidence, you look up at stare at him. You notice his shock when he sees the damage to your face.

"No, your highness you did not make me uncomfortable. I have received your messages daily from the guards, and the whipping you ordered I received. I have heard the rumours and they ring true. You cannot blame me for fearing you."

"Whipping? Rumours? What -" Loki begins but is interrupted by the cooks entering the kitchen to start the day. His eyes fall to the bandages he can see at the bottom of your shirt, wrapping up and around your back. You see his eyes darken and his fists clench at his sides.

They freeze when they see the king speaking to you.

"Sorry your highness, we will -" one of the cooks begins.

"No. I will be taking my leave. There is something I must tend to."

He quickly exits the kitchen and the cooks stare at you in confusion. You dismiss their looks and return to your duties.

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Part 4

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Fight Me!

As I didn't have time to participate in Flash Fiction Friday the last two weeks and am still unsure about tomorrow, I decided to use a previous prompt by @flashfictionfridayofficial for a short fanfic.

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating: Teen and up (mention of violence and blood, not graphic) Word count: 643

“Fight me!”, Loki screamed and looked up at you. His pupils were blown, his features screwed up in disgust. The hate for you was evident on his face and broke your heart a little more.

You shook your head and felt a single tear running down your cheek. He had loathed you for years being envious of everything: your powers which you controlled so easily, your friendship with Thor which was as strong as if you were his sister, your popularity amongst other Asgardians even though you were just a low-born magician and not a glorious prince like him.

The first time he called you his enemy, you were barely eight years old. You had demonstrated a powerful levitation spell in front of the King and Queen. He, on the other hand, still struggled with lifting a small leaf a few inches from the ground. The same day, Loki started playing tricks on you. In the beginning, they were innocent, a bit annoying but not as bad as they developed to be over the years. Without prior warning, his whole demeanour changed though. His jokes turned cruel. From one day to the next, you couldn’t go anywhere inside or outside the palace alone without fearing that a curse would hit you. He never dangerously hurt you but unpleasant things happened: strangely coloured hair, clothes that suddenly were four sizes too big and headaches that stayed for a week or two. You got used to using counter courses with every step you took and learned to be aware of all the little changes in your surroundings. You hated Loki for playing these tricks if you even could call them “tricks” anymore. Yet, there was a tiny part of you that enjoyed the attention he gave you that way. This was the only attention he paid you recently, as from one day to the next he stopped talking to you – not even starting or taking part in arguments - and refused to stay in the same room if not necessary.

You knew he hated you, but still, he had never openly attacked you till today. He had jumped you in an empty corridor after the spring feast, pushed you against a wall, hand around your neck and snarled insults you couldn’t properly understand. He wasn’t fully himself that was clear. His face was flushed and the smell radiating from him told you he was drunk. So, it wasn’t all too difficult to throw him off you. He stumbled and you easily caught him with your magic. He struggled to try to break your spells, but he couldn’t focus properly and failed miserably landing on the floor in front of you. There he lay bound down by your magic, helpless, breathing heavily and glaring up at you.

“Don’t be a coward. Fucking fight me already!”, he spat again, and again you shook your head. You couldn’t hurt him. Not when he was unable to use his powers properly. Not when he was out to hurt or kill you. Never.

Having stared at him for what felt like ages, you let loose of the spell and held out a hand. Hesitantly, he reached out and let you pull him up. You wanted to say something, and finally have the conversation that was long overdue. The words that were supposed to leave your lips however turned into a pained gasp. Stunned, you looked down at your body seeing the golden hilt of a dagger embedded into your stomach. You could feel warm blood dripping down and a sharp pain spreading through your abdomen. Your head snapped upwards mustering the young man standing in front of you. Your eyes found Loki’s who looked as surprised as you felt, frozen in place and his face going pale.

“Why?”, you mumbled before your legs gave out and everything around you went black.

I might add a second chapter here in the future.

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Anything For You

Loki x male!reader

Requested on ao3 by lucaphobic:

“I already read your Loki/male reader fanfic and it was so adorable, I loved it! I was wondering if you could make more fics like that one!”

So this is absolutely nothing like my last male reader. I was like hmm what should I write and then I went bonk-fuckin-yonkers with this plot. If you want me to make a male reader fic that's more like domestic fluff like the last one, please let me know and I'd be more than happy to oblige lol

Warnings: parental abuse, angst, v angsty, but also pretty cute, takes place during Thor 1 right before everything goes wrong, Frigga knows everything, kinda homophobic parents tbh, idk if any of the plot makes sense

Word Count: 2708

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Trips to Asgard were few and far between. Due to its usual good standing with Vanaheim and most other realms, there was hardly any need to visit. If anyone needed to be sent, it was usually an ambassador, ready to take the King of Vanaheim’s beliefs and transfer those over to AllFather Odin in political discussions. Very rarely did the royal family have to visit themselves.

However, on some rare occasions, such as large celebrations or Thor’s coronation, the royal families of other kingdoms found themselves invited.

That is how you, Prince of Vanaheim, came to be standing amongst the Asgardian royal family. The AllFather, Odin, his wife, Lady Frigga, their firstborn, Thor, and the youngest, Loki, all greeted you one by one as you followed behind your parents. You were the only son to the King and Queen of your realm, and many people had already rested the weight of the world on your shoulders, with expectations set as high as the tallest branch on Yggdrasil.

As you passed Loki, greeting him with a closed fist on your chest and a bow, you bit the inside of your cheek. It would be most inappropriate to smirk at your Prince. Though, as you straightened to your full height and began walking once more, you caught the hint of a smirk on his own face.

Though it was not forbidden, your kingdom expected a princess, not a prince. Asgard’s throne was always traditional, as well. It was always man and woman, king and queen. You could court as many men or women as you wished, but you knew, with every side sneer your father cast your way, he expected a lady at your side.

This is why Loki and you began meeting in secret.

You wandered the Palace, armor exchanged for more casual attire. Guards would bow their heads respectfully as you passed, though your mind was elsewhere, paying them no mind as you clasped your hands behind your back and meandered the halls.

Asgard’s palace was always something to behold. Pure gold, immaculate tile, breathtaking balcony views. And several good hiding spots.

You glanced behind you quickly before stepping into a side corridor, following the familiar path until you were in a hall without guards. Your heart raced at the idea of being alone. You barely had time to look around in search of your lover before you were backed into a nearby pillar and hot lips were over yours.

You recognized them instantly. Your hands wound their way into Loki’s raven locks, tugging at the strands as though to reassure yourself he was real. He groaned into your mouth at the attention, especially as your short nails scratched at his scalp. Even when you pulled away for air, he continued to trail kisses along your jaw and neck. He brushed aside the collar of your shirt and bit down by your collar bone, marking you as his once more.

A grin lit up your face at the action. Every time you had the chance to visit Asgard, he would mark you. It was never visible to anyone other than yourselves; a secret seal for your eyes only.

He sighed against your skin, letting your shirt fall back over the deep purple mark in favor of kissing along your jawline and stopping at the corner of your mouth. He knew your skin, your laugh, your smile, your muscles - everything about you was familiar and comforting. He knew your body and your soul better than he knew the books in the Asgardian library; better than he knew himself.

“I missed you, dearest,” he whispered. Sincerity filled every word, love dripped from every syllable. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes roaming your handsome features, soaking in your smile and your blushing cheeks. “You’ve been away far too long.”

You breathed a laugh, cupping his cheek to hold him there for as long as you could without getting caught. “I have no control over that, love, and you know it.” It was teasing, light. You wished you could roam the Realms more freely, come to Asgard regularly, see your lover at the drop of a hat. But you couldn’t. “Your hair is longer.” You played with the ends, accentuating your point. “Is Frigga having you grow it out?”

His smile could light up all the darkness in the world. He never believed you when you told him, rather insisting yours could instead. “That, among other things,” he answered. You knew when his nose bumped against yours that he was anxious to know what you thought.

“I like it,” you assured. “Long hair suits you very well, love.”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, chaste but grateful. When he pulled away, you pulled him in for one more. It was worth it for the chuckle he let out, swallowed between your lips with a smile. He pulled away once more, but wouldn’t allow you to pull him back in.

“Come, dearest.” He took your hand and pulled you from the pillar, flashing a handsome grin as he did. “We must catch up.”

“You should look for a bride while you are here. Asgard is full of many fine women - surely one would interest you enough to wed.”

Your mother had been lecturing you on marriage all morning. It seemed you being married and set to take over the throne was much more important than Prince Thor being crowned himself. You’d tried several times to bring up the blonde prince and the coronation, but she just wanted to scold you for being single. As far as she was aware anyway.

You remembered the throws of passion Loki had kept you in all night. It was truly a wonder you could walk normally at all today. Your mother seemed to notice you weren’t paying attention, scoffing when she saw the slightest smile on your face.

“I don’t know what you find so amusing about all of this,” she seethed. You let the memories of last night fade away and straightened your expression into a neutral one. “Your father is already searching for suitors. Should he find one-”

“I understand, mother.” You didn’t want to think about it. Being sold off to the highest bidder when you already had Loki was not an appealing thought just after breakfast. “I will,” you sucked in a breath, “try to look.”

“Good.” She nodded, mostly to herself. She spoke of speaking to Lady Frigga, or perhaps talking to your father - you weren’t listening - before she left you by your lonesome.

You soon felt arms around your waist.

“Another lecture on marriage?” Loki’s voice hummed into your ear. When he noticed you glancing around in search of guards, he was quick to run his hands down your shoulders, urging your shoulders to relax. “There’s nobody around, dearest, you can relax.”

You still didn’t like being out in the open like this, when anyone could come around the corner and see the two of you together. But you trusted Loki. You sighed and leaned back into him, resting your head against his shoulder. “Father is looking for suitors.”

He seemed to know exactly what that meant. While his hands had been rubbing up and down your arms, the information made them stutter. He resumed his ministrations as though nothing happened, wrapping an arm around you to keep you there. “What are you going to do?” His voice was soft and unsure. He was worried.

“I don’t know what I can do, Loki.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, humming in thought. Neither of you noticed the movement behind you.

“Are you mad?! What were you thinking, running around with Prince Loki?!”

You stood straight and still, unflinching as your father circled you. Lady Frigga and your mother were the first to find out about your secret relationship when a chambermaid walked into their meeting of tea and small cakes and whispered into Frigga’s ear what she had seen. Loki’s mother, sweet as she was and always accepting, was not distraught with the news. But when she relayed it to your mother, well…

“I was thinking of love, father,” you answered the clearly rhetorical questions. He raised his hand to hit you and you glared hard into his eyes, challenging him to do just so. “I would very gladly denounce the throne for him, if that is what has you so upset.”

He lowered his hand with an upset growl. Your mother was pacing a small section of tile in the corner, biting the quick of her thumb and anxiously watching to see how this would all unfold. “You would give up your entire life for some spoiled princling? He will not even be given the throne-”

“I don’t care about any throne!” You gestured wildly, trying to make your point, trying to get any message through your father’s thick skull. “I would give up every book I own, every privilege I have, everything and anything to be with him! I do not care if he is a king or not! He is my everything! And you are the spoiled one, with a wretched mind and a cursed heart, if you cannot see that!”

He did hit you then. Your face stung with pain, throbbing as blood rushed to the area and stained your cheek red. Your chest heaved, trying to take in the air you neglected during your speech. You didn’t turn your face back to look at your father. The King of Vanaheim.

“You will stay here in your chambers until after the coronation. As soon as Thor is crowned king and we are back home, you will be forbidden to step foot on Asgardian soil ever again.”

You didn’t watch as your father and mother left you alone. The night sky peeking through your window was much more interesting. The door shut, a lock clicked, and a ragged breath tore itself from your chest.

You would never be able to see Loki again. That thought felt like someone was ripping your heart out, brutally. Damn you for being born a prince instead of a princess.

Loki knew something was wrong when you did not show up for dinner. He had sat down at the table with his family and then watched every person who walked through the large doors after. He saw your parents. Your father grinning, though it was strained, and your mother wouldn’t stop messing with the sleeve of her dress.

Frigga noticed as well. The banquet set to celebrate tomorrow’s coronation had just begun, luxurious food brought out by servants and drinks being poured all around. Loki was just about to make some excuse in his mind as to why you weren’t there enjoying the festivities when he felt her hand on his arm.

“Go find him,” she whispered into his ear. She only smiled knowingly when he looked at her in surprise and confusion. She squeezed his arm once, before turning back to her own meal as though nothing had happened.

Loki didn’t hesitate for long before he excused himself and tried not to run out of the hall to find his lover.

The knock on your door startled you. You’d been long since crying, yet too overwhelmed with your emotions to wipe away your tears. It was not often you were allowed to cry and you wished to embrace it.

“Who is it?” you called, trying to hide the waver in your voice. You didn’t want your father to know he got to you.

“Darling?”

You immediately rushed from your spot on the bed and to the door. Oh, Norns, your lover was just on the other side. He was just there. So close. “Loki, why-”

“You weren’t at dinner,” he answered. He grew more worried by the second. “My love, why don’t you open the door?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “I can’t.” You grimaced as you pulled the handle for effect, nearly startling Loki on the other side. “My parents locked me in here until after the coronation, like a child.”

You could hear him hum through the wood of the doors. His voice was so relaxing, but the thought of never hearing it again sent your heart into panic. “It’s a tricky spell,” he informed you. “I forgot how well-versed your parents are in magic.”

“And yet they neglect every thought of me also learning.”

He chuckled. You could just see his eyebrows raising as he said, “Perhaps for moments such as this.” He was quiet for a moment, in thought. “Your room has a window, correct? Where does it overlook?”

You reluctantly left the door, going to your window to open it and see just where it lets out. You recognized the flowers and cobbled paths immediately, running back over to the door with a renewed hope. “Your mother’s garden.”

“I wonder if she knew all this time.” And he thought you were both being so discreet. “I’ll be there soon, dearest. Wait by the window for me.”

And he was gone. You missed his presence immediately. Loki had such a comforting aura about him, and even through the doors you could feel it. You didn’t let yourself get too disheartened. You would see him again.

You moved back over to the window and watched the flowers sway in an invisible breeze, studying every entrance into the gardens for any movement. You’d almost lost hope after a few minutes.

But then there he was.

He’d clearly been running. With all the guards and servants in the main hall to help with food and such, who would be there to judge him, or even to keep him from you? You watched his head whip around, searching all of the windows until his eyes finally landed on you. The smiles that lit up your faces could scare away any darkness in this world and the next.

He ran to the trellis below your window and began climbing like a mad man, almost falling more than once in his scramble to reach you. You had to pull his heaving body over the sill, but even his exhaustion couldn’t stop him from wrapping you in his arms and kissing you, over and over, until he grew light headed.

“Oh, my dearest,” he awed. His thumbs ran over your red cheeks, wiping away dried tears and sadness, making space for the smile that lifted your lips. He kissed you again, pulling away shortly after to kiss your forehead. “Tell me everything that happened. What did they say?”

You told him everything, just as he asked. You told him what your father said, what you said (it had earned you the softest smile you’d ever seen on his face and a soft peck), and how your father hit you before he left. Loki’s jaw had clenched at that news. His thumb caressed over your cheek where the mark would have been, and you assured him that it didn’t hurt anymore. (“The fact that he hurt you at all is unacceptable, dove.”)

You were more than happy to simply wrap your arms around him, rest your head on his chest and tangle your fingers in the ends of his hair. He rested his cheek on your head, hands cradling you to him. His mind raced with ideas and plots and schemes. He didn’t want to lose you, certainly not so you can be handed over to some rich lady who did not know you, who did not want you. He especially did not want to leave you with your parents, not with the knowledge that they had hurt you.

He sighed softly, pressing a kiss into your hair. “My love, I have a plan, but…” He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “We must go to Jotunheim tonight, and I cannot promise that what transpires after will be consequence free.”

You studied his blue eyes. You didn’t know what he could be planning. Loki had always been good at thinking several steps ahead of everybody, playing people like a game of chess. But right now, he just wanted what was best so you two could be together.

You nodded. “Anything for you, Loki.”

You were going to ruin Thor’s coronation.

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Ramble of the month November 2022: Marvel Contest of Champions – Quarters, Semis and Finals of my fanfic-based clash of Marvel heroes

As promised in my October ramble, I’m using the November article to conclude the Contest of Champions I posited originally back in July’s ramble. After two initial elimination rounds, we’re now down to the various varieties of final, and since that means four quarter finals, two semis and then a single final, I’m doing the whole lot in one post.

Now as a quick reminder from last time for any regular readers, and to mention it for the first-time readers, this isn’t about arbitrary selection based on personal preference or telling a specific story. Instead, I’ll be looking at things from an impartial examination of key factors. These include powers and abilities, any weaponry/gadgets carried by default, perception biases and the fundamental nature of each character. The analysis will also have some influence from the narrative outlines of my fan-fiction plans, so knowledge of events from any other Marvel continuities and their impacts aren’t going to factor in. Also, as this would be the first contest, we’re looking at very basic knock-out fighting bouts between the heroes in plain, basic, gladiatorial arenas, so environment will mostly not be a factor either.

Right, now that that’s done, let’s hit the quarter-final bouts:

Quarter Finals

Bout 1: Black Panther/T’Challa vs Thor

Our first quarter final is a true battle royale as we pit the king of Wakanda against the prince of Asgard. I’m sure Black Panther fans and people who’ve watched certain elements of season 5 of Avengers Assemble would put such a bout in T’Challa’s favour; one because he’s their favourite, the other because it provides a precedent for T’Challa planning contingencies against his fellow heroes. However, the former is something we avoid in objective analysis, and the latter is ruled out by the contest rules (straight-up gladiatorial combat with no prep time) and the context for the fan-fiction universe (at this time, T’Challa hasn’t met or studied most other superheroes).

As such, the contest is wide open until we consider all factors. First, as ever, is powers; Thor significantly out-muscles T’Challa and brings a distance attack to the fray in the form of his lightning, not to mention his flight advantage. However, T’Challa is also an agile opponent, so landing hits will not be entirely straight-forward for Thor. Experience-wise, Thor’s extended lifespan means he’s had more time to learn and master combat than any human, so this adds to his edge over T’Challa.

When we consider equipment, however, things even up a little more. T’Challa’s suit being made of Vibranium means he’ll be more likely to absorb and even re-direct Thor’s lightning, which means the pair will be more likely to come to physical blows instead of fighting things out at range. Psychologically, there’s nothing tipping the balance either way. Long story short, it’s a closer bout than might be apparent at first glance, but without prep time, this bout will ultimately go to the God of Thunder.

Bout 1 winner: Thor

Bout 2: Captain America/Steve Rogers vs Storm/Ororo Monroe

Next, we pit the super-soldier against one of the last remaining X-Men-to-be in the contest (remember, Storm is at university following a stint as Xavier’s student before she returns as teacher and X-Men in the fanfic). From a powers perspective, Storm has a considerable edge in that her weather-manipulation powers are varied, powerful, and are going up against the primarily physical power of Captain America. Now as I noted back in my July ramble, Steve’s powers in the fanfic draw from the comics instead of films, so he’s only at peak human strength and fitness levels, but with the serum eliminated fatigue poisons to give him increased endurance and stamina.

Considering this, Storm would have to rely on her more directly offensive weather manifestations, as trying to batter Cap with snow, wind, etc. isn’t going to wear him down as effectively as a normal human being. However, that plays into Cap’s experience, which overall gives him an edge over Storm despite her Danger Room training. To an old war horse like Cap, even tactics like fog wouldn’t avail Storm too much against him. Next there’s the equipment aspect; Cap’s shield being made of a unique Adamantium-Vibranium alloy makes it both indestructible and fairly energy-absorbent, while Storm isn’t packing any weaponry or equipment of note for combat.

Psychologically speaking, Storm is likely than some other X-students to be awed or intimidated by Cap, but there may still be a small element of this in play, while Cap will probably not be adversely affected by anything in the combat to hand. Ultimately, I think Storm would have the initial advantage, but Cap’s experience, endurance and his shield would enable him to hang in long enough to come back and win the bout overall.

Bout 2 winner: Captain America

Bout 3: Hulk/Bruce Banner vs Domino/Neena Thurman

Gamma strength versus mutant luck; in most bouts, it’s fair to say each power is an insurmountable factor that all but guarantees the wielder of that power a win. Pitted against each other, however, the question becomes which trumps the other. Ultimately, any application of the Hulk’s strength is as subject to probability as any other, but at the same time, if the Hulk uses area-effect strikes (e.g., a super-strength clap of his hands creating a massive shockwave that is impossible to avoid), luck can cease to be a factor.

Looked at from this point of view, the powers at hand more-or-less cancel each other out. Next comes experience, which Domino does have the advantage of over the Hulk, if only because the Hulk has poor memory and cognitive ability, fighting more from instinct or Banner’s subconscious prodding than any true tactical expertise of his own. Domino is also armed where the Hulk is not, frequently using firearms in combat, and this together with her luck and experience, not to mention her ability to remain calm and think while the Hulk is a raging berserker, puts the fight into her hands.

As a well-trained and experienced fighter, especially one who is operating alongside a martial arts master like Wolverine outside this contest, Domino will have both excellent marksmanship skills and some knowledge of pressure-point strikes. If we then factor in the increased tensile strength of the Hulk’s skin, it’s very likely that high-calibre rounds from a rifle like the one Domino is typically depicted with could have the same kind of impact as a nerve-strike, if aimed right and backed up with Domino’s luck to ensure that outcome. As a result, Domino would probably win this bout.

Bout 3 winner: Domino

Bout 4: Marvel Girl/Jean Grey vs Hercules

For the last of the quarter finals, we pit telepathy and telekinesis of the last of our remaining mutant characters against Olympian strength. Now as was noted in last month’s ramble, the mind of any long-lived being required a level of physiological and psychological endurance beyond a human mind to withstand the greater volume of memory and knowledge such a mind would accumulate. This means telepaths would struggle in a mind-to-mind clash with Asgardians, Olympians, etc. This is part of why Thor defeated Psylocke in round 2 of the contest, and it means Jean’s not going to be able to bring this weapon to bear as well as she could against most other foes.

However, enhanced strength is Hercules’ sole power while Jean is also a telekinetic, and she could easily use that power to turn the Olympian’s strength against him. That said, Hercules as a longer-lived being possesses a considerable edge in experience, which would seem to put the advantage back in his corner. In terms of equipment, Hercules has the option of his Mace of Power, but since he wouldn’t likely use it against an unarmed foe, especially a female opponent, this is almost a null factor.

Ultimately, this bout comes down to psychological factors, and it’s here that Hercules would get tripped up. In addition to being part-human and thus a little more susceptible to Jean’s telepathy than the average Olympian, Hercules is both braggart and chauvinist. This means that where Jean’s telepathy can get through, she can exacerbate these qualities and cause Hercules to make a moderate fool of himself, thereby making use of her telekinesis almost a formality. As a result, this final quarter final would end up being won by Jean.

Bout 4 winner: Marvel Girl

With the quarter finals judged, we now move to the semi-finals, which pitch avenger against avenger and mutant against mutant.

Semi-Finals

Bout 1: Thor vs Captain America/Steve Rogers

So, in a bout between the God of Thunder and the star-spangled avenger, who wins? From the perspective of powers, Thor has a sizeable edge from his physical strength, lightning powers and flight abilities, whereas Captain America’s increased endurance doesn’t seem much by comparison. Experience is also on Thor’s side, though Captain America isn’t exactly a slouch in this respect; only Thor’s greater life-span grants him an edge here due to a greater volume of experience.

As such, we then come to equipment, and Cap’s shield is perhaps one of the few weapons capable of really holding up well against the mighty Mjolnir. That then leaves psychological factors; considering we’re taking about a great warrior combatting a great soldier, neither combatant is going to be at any great advantage or disadvantage to the other in this regard. The reality is this would be a close-run bout but would ultimately go Thor’s way.

Bout 1 winner: Thor

Bout 2: Domino/Neena Thurman vs Marvel Girl/Jean Grey

So far in this contest, we’ve seen luck powers beat optic blasts, super-speed and super-strength, while telepathy and telekinesis has surpassed super-senses, amphibious abilities and an Olympian demi-god. Which of these, then, can beat the other. Now as we noted back in the quarter finals, luck can only affect probability; if someone uses a power that can’t avoided, luck won’t help. As such, one could argue that with a quick opening psychic attack, Jean would have the bout sewn up in an instant.

However, in the fan-fic world where this contest takes place, Domino is part of the proto-X-Men, and as such will have been taught by Professor X himself to resist psionic assaults. This means Jean’s greatest power advantage is again reduced in efficacy, though not by any means nullified in its totality. However, telekinesis may not avail much against luck unless Jean has the wit to make the attacks wide-spread and thus unavoidable. Experience-wise, Domino will also have the edge, as she does from an equipment point-of-view, though Jean’s telekinesis would easily deflect most if not all firearm rounds.

This then brings us psychological factors, and here both women know each other well enough not to have any clear edge over each other. Long story short, it’s a relatively even match-up that I think would just go Jean’s way. Whether that’s because telepathy, especially of Jean’s level, is impossible to resist forever, or because Domino’s luck might consider it luckier to avoid Thor in the contest final, I leave to your judgement.

Bout 2 winner: Marvel Girl

And with the semi-finals out of the way, it’s now time to look at the final. Who will be the inaugural victor of the Contest of Champions in my fan-fic world from an objective perspective? Let’s find out.

Final: Thor vs Marvel Girl/Jean Grey

Ok, as ever, let’s start with powers. Jean’s telepathy will be all but useless against Thor due to his mental resilience combined with him being full Asgardian rather than a human-Olympian hybrid. This means it’s her telekinesis against Thor’s super-strength, lightning and flight abilities. As a telekinetic, Jean may be able to manage some levitation, so flight is not entirely Thor’s advantage, but lifting herself will deplete what else she can manipulate, including the possible deflection of Thor’s hammer.

Experience, as ever in these bouts, lies with Thor as the longer-lived combatant and a warrior born-and-bred, and he is armed with his hammer where Jean has no equipment. Having beaten Hercules, Jean might not be as easily cowed by Thor as some others would be, but let’s bear in mind we’re dealing with a late teens Jean whose powers, while formidable, have yet to truly reach their peak. Moreover, considering how much those powers would be drained overcoming an Olympian and Domino’s luck powers, it’s quite likely that come the final, Jean would be running on fumes compared to Thor. As such, I’m inclined to declare the Odinson as the inaugural CoC winner.

Champion: Thor

And that concludes this first fan-fic-based Contest of Champions. I do have several others within this fan-fic world, as the idea was to have them happen once every four years like the Olympics (a US Olympic games in the 1980’s being the original genesis of the whole contest concept). If you’ve liked this one and want me to do the other contests in future rambles, leave a comment and I’ll be sure to work that in. I’ll also probably mix things up a bit more on future ones as well (e.g., alternating environmental conditions, some bouts being among more than two combatants), so also bear that in mind when asking “do I want to see more of this kind of thing”?

Anyway, that’ll be it for now in terms of Marvel stuff. Next month’s ramble will be both seasonal and dealing with raising awareness about another aspect of autism, so until then, ta-ta for now.

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