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maddiedott · 1 year

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Flame

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: Sometimes you just need an inner advisor.

Warnings: Angst/Comfort, soft!Loki, insecurities, hurt, self deprecation implied, fire, no use of y/n

A/N: Hi Loves! This is heavily inspired by my own personal inner advisor which was created in my EMDR therapy session and was envisioned as Loki who told me to burn everything :), I hope you all enjoy this, it was heavily self indulgent but I hope it helps other people too! Enjoy <3

A chill crept up your spine, settling into your bones as you settled into the cool empty sheets which line your bed. Your eyes close as your bottom lip trembled, trying to push back the tsunami waves of emotions that threaten to spill. It had been a week of pure hell and tonight was your tipping point. The way you had heard the whispers of people as you passed, each one coming from a poisonous tongue. The glances and whispers held high distaste and made your mouth and mind sour.

It plagued you for the day, no matter the task, no matter the smallest minute detail, you would see it imperfect, full of flaws and how helpless you were. It turned your day around, changing your hopes and expectations for the day to something rotten.

You were unsure when you had stopped weeping and had fallen into the blissfulness of sleep. Hadn’t realized you was asleep as she still felt the wet streams that stained your flesh and still felt the coolness of your sheets beneath you.

“What is troubling you, my darling?”

It stirred you, your heart spiking at the intrusive presence invading you. As you sprang up, hands holding up your weight as you sat up right. You weren’t sure what had startled you more, the new presence stood in front of you or the liquid held by a void that surrounded your body.

“No need to be frightened, I am not here to cause you harm. Quite the opposite in fact.” He had assured you, dropping down in a squatting position.

You stared at him, eyes wide and unmoving. Your mind was racing before it settled. Dream. You’re dreaming, clearly you must be asleep and this is nothing other than your brain creating this image in front of you. How else could you explain him?

“Loki?” It was the only word you were capable of speaking.

He only replied with a smile, one much softer than you see depicted in the movies. Often they would paint him as a villain, someone who wishes fit the hero’s downfall. You could see a little bit of yourself in him, in his insecurities, in his behavior, maybe that’s why he’s appearing to you now.

“Indeed.” He confirmed, extending his hand out for you, which you take.

“What’s going on? Why are you in my dream? Why is it so cold?” You question, noticing the steam your warm breath created.

“A curious thing,” he chuckles, lifting you to your feet. “You may think of this as your soul, yes? And I, as your inner advisor.”

“My inner… what?”

“Inner advisor. I am able to make your unconscious mind accessible to you. Guide you to support, resolutions, whatever you may seem to desire.” His voice spoke softly as his thumb brushed over your knuckles.

You closed your eyes again, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of oak and sandalwood, something you had only imagine might stick to his forest green Asgardian leather.

“Okay, sure. But why is it so cold?”

“You’re flame has been extinguished. You’re sense of self, corrupted.” He explains, smile etched to his features as he squeezed your hand in his.

“I’ve come to repair your flame, my darling. Slowly. But I will to my best to nurture and guide you so that it may become a blaze.”

With a flick of his hand a spark emerged within your palm that held his. His and holding the back of ours so that both your palms had been raised as the fire began. There was no pain, no numbness, just a tingle that started in your palm and ended in the nerves of your fingertips.

“It will take time to develop, but I shall be here every step, beside you shall you have a need for my guidance.” He explains, his eyes falling to the small flame.

“Thank you, Loki.” You whisper, turning your gaze to him.

He shook his head, his free hand raising in a stop gesture. His eyes held a sense of pure, genuine, affection. The flame grew slightly just by the feeling of his emotion seeping into the pores of your skin.

“There is no need to thank me. You are the person capable of improvement, I am merely here to help you if you falter.” He explained, his hand lowering to support your hand holding the flame.

“You, my dear, are stronger than you may believe. Bravery that would rival that of any warrior. You are plenty worthy to keep this blaze aflame. Worthy to wield Mjölnir. And most importantly, you are loved. Even when battling you’re darkest enemy, you will remain loved, even if just by me.”

You felt you’re eyes burn, not willing to try and stop the tears that flood your eyes and fall down your face. Your freehand coming up to cover your mouth as you sobbed. The feeling of Loki’s lips pressing against your forehead only made you sob harder.

“I plead with you, no more tears need to be shed.” He softly cooed, lifting a hand to thumb away the tears that fell.

“I will be here when you return again.” He swore, placing a purger kiss to your temple.

As his body began to dissipate into the darkness, you held into his hand almost as if pleading with him to not leave you alone again.

“And Darling? Burn everything.”

The words rang in your head as you’re eyes shot open, jolting up from your lying position. You’re eyes take in you’re empty room as the only light came from the sun as it streams in through your window. You’re eyes slowly cast down to your palm, feeling you’re heart clench before clutching your palm to your chest.

“Thank you, Loki.”

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notinthislife50 · 5 months

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Chapter 33

Previous Chapter

In the morning, the boys were ready to try again. You shifted up the bed, raising your arm to convey, "Alright, here's the arrangement."

"The moment the first baby arrives, we'll do a DNA test. Whoever turns out to be the father has to use protection until the other one gets me pregnant. But there's a condition: a six-month break before attempting for the second child. I'm not a breeding machine," you asserted confidently, meeting their gazes.

"Agreed," they both confirmed in unison.

"However, before any baby arrives," Steve glanced at Bucky, receiving a nod before continuing, "we believe it's best if we get married." With smiles on their faces, they knelt before you, presenting each their own custom-designed rings.

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded in acceptance to both of them.

When Nat and Wanda adjusted your veil, Nat jested, "You could've waited until after the baby, then at least you could enjoy a drink."

Amidst laughter, you told Nat, "Once this little one arrives, the other will attempt to get me pregnant. So, even if I wanted to drink, I couldn't."

A knock interrupted you all and Loki entered. Upon seeing him, you smiled and then became emotional, rushing to embrace him tightly.

"Why the tears, little Midgardian?" Loki inquired with a smile.

"I love you, Loki. Thank you for being here," you said, smiling at him.

"Y/N, I wouldn't have anyone else walking you down that aisle," he affirmed, kissing your forehead.

"My baby will have the best godfather," you said, embracing him again.

Loki held your shoulders and then pushed you gently away. "Excuse me," he asked.

"Loki, was there ever any doubt about being godfather?" you questioned.

Loki pulled you close. "You are a witch," he chuckled.

"I know," you laughed along. "Ready to give me away?"

"No, because these men don't deserve you, but it's your wish, so I will," he nodded.

"Thank you, Laufeyson," you chuckled.

As you and Loki made your way down the aisle, he whispered, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I am," you smiled, gazing at Bucky and Steve in their suits.

"Fine, but if they hurt you, I will smite them," Loki teased.

"Agreed," you said lovingly. "I love you, Loki," squeezing him tightly.

"I tolerate you, Midgardian," he laughed.

You both laughed, and as you reached the altar, the priest asked who was giving you to these men, and Loki didn't want to let go.

"Loki," you whispered. "If you harm her, I'll kill you," Loki stared at Bucky and Steve.

"If we hurt her, you have our permission to end us," Steve said, approaching Loki and shaking his hand.

Loki was satisfied with this response and finally released you. Standing between the two men, exchanging vows, you felt incredibly fortunate. Steve and Bucky vowed to always protect and cherish you, pledging that their lives were unimaginable without you. Tears streamed down your face as you exchanged rings, each personalized to signify their bond and friendship.

During the after-party, you, Bucky, and Steve stood together, raising your glasses, and made a promise. "I promise to love both of you entirely and equally; there will never be a favorite in my eyes. I love you both deeply, with all my heart, soul, and mind," you declared.

"And we promise to always love and treat you like the princess you are," they both affirmed.

Standing on the balcony, making these intimate promises, you couldn't help but feel excited about the future and the children you would have with

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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saudade- l. laufeyson

pairings: loki laufeyson x reader, mentions of other loki characters warnings: loki tv show spoilers, probably tva inaccuracies, mobius being trusted even though i don’t actually trust him lol, mentions of death, tears, a little sad angst but happy ending, ooc characters?? possible mistakes because i can't read this again skjfj about: requested, DF26 with TVA Loki running into the variant of his dead spouse a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i loved writing the last scene so much

loki has narrowly avoided the tva for years, opportunities much better than this and chaos a lot more chaotic than this have already been caused and passed. so the how and why he has been taken in at this very moment- while he’s eating at one of those fast food places you used to like- is very, very unknown to him. he should know, however; you’ve explained to him the tired concept of time traveling many times before, although the most important things were told to him when he thought you a mere mortal like the rest- something you were not- and could not possibly know something he didn’t- also something very untrue.

but the reasoning for his capturing is not at the front of his mind- although close- his main objective staying on how to get out of this unknown place and go back to looking for you- whether the fragile fabrics of reality and string of the timeline fray and break or don’t. he knows it possible, having seen the avengers do something similar, so why can a god like him not?

he’s ripped many holes, and he supposes the consequences for them are finally catching up to him, a lot sooner than he’d like. in another world, he’d already have you, and, with you by his side, you both would’ve been out long before, or never captured at all. although, he supposes, in a perfect world, you never would have been taken away from him in the first place.

he knows stopping for food he didn’t even necessarily need- or, really, like- was not a smart decision. he’s realizing exactly how not-smart of a decision it was with every passing second that the fools in armor drag him along the halls. the stop wasn’t needed, much less planned, but the memories the greasy food and dirty restaurant brought were too pleasant- a break full of you in the nonstop mission to find you. he could nearly feel your fingers touching his, hear your voice urging him to at least try and your bubbled laugh when he cringes. the fizz of the soda had made him grimace like the first time, except there was no you to giggle at it.

loki nearly thinks it was worth it. nearly.

when the guard shoves him into another room, loki takes a second to examine the exits, barely noticing the man at the desk. the person next to him pushes him further, dropping the tesseract and various stolen pym particles on the desk. loki takes note of where the man puts them so he can steal them back.

the guard stops with him in front of a small elevator, pulling a lever and waiting. loki looks at them, “where am i? get me back right now, i have things i must attend to.” the guard only looks at him, and loki scoffs, “i am loki of asgard, god of mischief and trickery, believe me when i say there will be deadly consequences if you do not do what i ask.”

the guard huffs a small laugh, “i’ve heard that before. we’ll see.”

the doors in front of him part, opening to a room he’s rammed into. he looks back the guard, one foot already out when he’s suddenly back where he was, watching as the entrance closes. he senses the machine before he can have a good look at it, a claw that he’s seen too many variations of beginning to poke at the fabric on his shoulders. he swats it away, standing tall as he glares at the smiling machine. “absolutely not! this is high tech armor, only few of this exists.”

the tech on the machine turns the grin into a frown, pulling back the talons and instead extending another apparatus that scans at his clothing, removing them with a yellow glow until he’s completely bare. he looks down at himself before looking back up at the face, pointing a finger, “now what-”

his words are cut off when he falls through the opening ground, falling onto the bottom room, now dressed in an uncomfortable tan jumpsuit, orange letters reading TVA on the left breast. a bored man in front of him pushes a pile of papers to him, “please sign to verify this is everything you’ve ever said.”

loki ignores his words, pushing it back, “i need to find someone, stop the absurdity.” the man only blinks as a machine whirrs, printing a piece of paper he reaches over to take and place on top of the pile. he hands loki a pen, “sign that too.” loki frowns, “did you not hear me? i have important things to do.” the machine does it again, and the man repeats his motions and shakes the pen in his hand. “that, too.” the god only sighs in frustration and signs, slamming the pen down before he’s dropped again.

another man greets him in a monotone, not even looking at him while he reads off the clipboard in his hands, “please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do in fact possess what many cultures would call a soul.” loki’s eyebrows furrow, “i’m not a robot- how many people don’t know?”

“thank you for confirming, move through,” he requests. loki glances at the machine in front of him before stepping through it, a small picture printing after he’s on the other side. loki catches vibrant orange and red with hints of green that overcome any other color. “through the door, please.”

he encounters the same guard from before with a frustrated glare, leading him to what looks like a courtroom, a woman sitting in the middle, reading off a file. “variant L4293, aka loki laufeyson-l/n, is charged with sequence violation 7-20-89. how do you plead?” loki tilts his head at her, “madam, a god- i don’t plead.”

the woman sighs tiredly, “are you guilty or not guilty?” loki’s eyes thin as he observes her. “guilty of… trying to find my wife, yes. guilty of being extremely frustrated, yes. guilty of whatever it is you’re accusing me of, no. not guilty.” loki’s hand curls, trying to use his abilities inconspicuously but dismayed to not be able to. he tries again, only to come up empty as he realizes what is happening. “magic powers are no good in the tva, mister laufeyson,” the judge says absentmindedly. “i prefer l/n,” loki diverts simply, unknowingly catching the attention of one of the attendees. the judge barely acknowledges him, about to say something else before a man jumps up, hand raised, “wait, wait- uh, i have something to add to this. before the court makes a decision.”

the judge tilts her head at the man, pursing her lips before sighing and letting him approach the bench. loki leans in to try to understand the whispers that are exchanged, ending in the judge sending one last look his way before letting him go. “the court finds you innocent- and under agent mobius’ responsibility,” she clarifies, looking at the man and watching him nod quickly. she slams her gavel and motions for the man- mobius, he assumes, to take loki. he stands and awkwardly bows, before going over to loki and raising an eyebrow, “don’t betray me,” he says, words too true to be something playful. loki’s head tilts to the side in slight confusion, watching as the man begins to walk, pausing to urge loki to follow him.

loki ignores the activity through the windows of the hall, choosing to concentrate on mobius. “why did you do that?” he wonders aloud, suspicious eyes following him as his head peeks into halls. “let’s just say it’s a favor, although you’ll be on thin ice forever.”

“favor for whom?” mobius doesn’t answer, turning a corner. loki exhales sharply before following him, continuing to pry as he briefly heeds his surroundings. the sight of a woman in a suit much like mobius’ catches his eye, her back to him but he recognizes the shape of her shoulder and the color of her hair. he looks away, pretending to concentrate on the clock thing on the television but actually chasing the overfamiliar features to a face.

the sound of your voice- something he hasn’t heard in an obscenely long time- craved for so much longer it seems like a lifetime, snaps his attention to what surely must be a cruel joke. he can tell it’s you now. you’re standing there, head tilted at the same receptionist man and chuckling exasperatedly, “come on, casey, we’ve been over this. a fish and a lion are not the same thing-”

“but a lionfish-?” casey asks, and loki is pushing away the guards already, because you’re there, you’re solid and laughing like you used to and you can’t not be real. he can distantly hear mobius’ voice telling the guards to let him go as if loki hasn’t already taken care of that, walking over to you with quick and quiet footsteps. his fingers circle around your wrist first as an assurance, and when you turn, hand still in his, eyes widening when you notice who he is, he pulls you into him completely. your arms wrap around him barely seconds later, finally registering the person in front of you as you squeeze him. “loki?” you whisper, inhaling the same familiar scent of him that you haven’t had in what seems like forever.

“i missed you so much,” he says, hands wandering over your back, touching your arms and your shoulders and your hips just to touch you. “me too- i didn’t- i thought i would never see you again.” your tears are falling on the fabric of his jumpsuit, small tearful gasps escaping your lips while you tug him as close as you can, tangling your fingers in his hair and shutting your eyes at the familiar feeling. “oh god, you’re here-”

“i missed you so much,” he repeats, and you finally notice his words, realization like electricity, making you tremble and sigh softly. “what does that mean?” you question, already fearing the answer and already knowing the effects: the mess of his usually kept hair and the red tint of his eyes, like a sheen of sadness that stains the color of the eyes you have missed for so long. loki pulls away from you only to look at your face, trace the shape of the lips he’d spent hours of the morning pressing kisses to, memorize the curve of the nose you’d scrunch in a laugh when thor was a victim to one of his tricks.

“i have been looking for you, darling,” he murmurs, fingers running over your fallen tears while you notice the shine of his eyes, the tears that enhance the love he has for you. “because i’m…” you don’t want to finish your sentence, and you can tell loki doesn’t want you to either; he scans your features, small smile peeking through the shock and grief.

“i didn’t… mobius didn’t show me that, i thought-” your eyes flicker to the man before settling back on loki, the weight of the ring he’d given you feeling lighter now that it had found its pair. the various eyes on you don’t go unnoticed, and neither does the look mobius sends to the rest of the workers, indicating for them to go back to work. the cold of loki’s skin is comforting to the touch of your warmth, and you find yourself back in the summer afternoons where you would settle with your husband to read books, rubbing cool fingers on the hot of your skin when you felt suffocated by the heat of the sun.

another tear slips from your eyes when you realize you don’t have to imagine anymore, there’s no need to search for your memories and shut your eyes for them to run over you. your lips are on his when you can’t help it anymore, eyes squeezed close and salty tears dropping from your chin when it finally settles that he’s here and he’s yours and he’ll never be gone again.

he’ll make sure of that.

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lifesucksheres20bucks · 3 years

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THOUGHS I HAD FOR EPISODE 1 OF LOKI

WE back babyyyy, i’ve missed this

*spoilers*

- nyc hehe

- ugh cap baby

- Ugh this green makes me feel things

- Hes uhhhh somewhere

- Ah yes mongolia

- Hot

- Had to take the high ground huh

- Dramatic as always

- Rough

- How did cap get away with it but not loki

- FINE ASGARDIAN LEATHER

- oop nakey

- LoKI hAs a SoUL

- Miss minutes sounds like dolly parton

- Multiverse oop

- 1549 oh sexy

- Owen lmao

- Thats mephisto isnt it

- In the stain glass

- Mephisto or kang

- Lol this french is very high quality

- Laufeyson :((((

- Hes not wrong with the avengers there lol

- Big big place

- ✨future ✨

- Space lizards confirmed

- Ambitious boi

- High tech but everything is retro

- Not phil

- Lets be honest hes a bad person but like we love him still

- Mischievous scamp

- DB COOPER YESS

- Lmao on a fucking bet

- The ghoul boys would have a blast

- Friga 😔😔

- Lmao casual infinity stones

- Loki 🥺 baby no cry

- Loki without the collar is hot

- Aw self aware

- Lady loki oop

I love self aware loki im very excited to see the next episode!!

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anunvalidcritic · 3 years

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LOKI: S1-EP1

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

No introduction needed!

GLORIOUS PURPOSE

Let the games begin...

NEW YORK CITY - 2012

Ahh it’s refreshing to see a good ol’ flashback!

I always loved how LOKI pretty much snapped his neck when he saw ANTMAN kick that briefcase lol

I’d be mad too if I had to walk down all those flights of stairs.

water... is essential

GOBI DESERT, MONGOLIA

He did not have to get on that rock like that lol

ROFL turned into a robot gettin’ that little baton ready

“I think I’ve had my fill of idiots in armored suits telling me what to do, so, if you don’t mind, this is actually your last chance. Now get out of my way.” - LOKI

...!!!

"My Dad is on the board of Goldman Sachs. One little job and your whole job is privatized.” - RANDOM WORKER

yo father ain’t gonna do shit bro.

HUNTER B-15 = The Uno Reverse Card

Teseract = Dumb

but ass naked!

I mean the machine tried to do it the nice way rofl

I wonder if that man hates his job with all that paperwork?

“Please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do infact possess what many cultures would call a soul.” - TVA WORKER

You know NEBULA ass can’t step through that at all HA

For a split second, I thought the guard said, “Ticket, Ticket”.

This man is acting like a child.

NOT THE SOUTHERN ACCENT FOR MS. MINUTES!!!

Drawings like these give me major nastalgia.

Not this dude lyin’ about the man not giving him a ticket UGH!?

Looked for ticket real quick ROFL

AIX-EN-PROVENCE, FRANCE, 1549

the sixth attack in the last week??!! Y’all gotta step your game up!

I honestly don’t know if I could eat something that changes my teeth to such a drastic color. But hey if it’s good then by all means I would tear that shit up!

“A God doesn’t plead.” - LOKI

RAVONNA = Doesn’t give a fuck about THE AVENGERS

We all knew his powers would not go through.

ICONIC DIALOGUE

LOKI - “Hey! You ridiculous bureaucrats will not dictate how my story ends!”

RAVONNA - “It’s not your story, Mr. Laufeyson. It never was.”

MEMORIABLE DIALOGUE

LOKI - “I’m going to burn this place to ground.”

AGENT MOBIUS - “I’ll show you where my desk is. You can start there.”

that’s too much clutter for me.

“But you do like to lie, which you just did.” - AGENT MOBIUS

If the TVA spans across all of existence how all the workers are human? Where are the other species?

Ruling Midgard isn’t all that LOKI. Humans really ain’t shit.

ICONIC DIALOGUE

LOKI - “The first and most oppressive lie ever uttered was the song of freedom.”

AGENT MOBIUS - “And how does that go?”

LOKI - “For nearly every living thing choice breeds shame and uncertainty and regret. There’s a fork in every road, yet the wrong path always taken.”

Hey, if your pressed about the situation you’re in then just say that my dude.

Not LOKI getting a little tense about how smart he is.

LOKI got ptsd when he saw the OG Avengers assembled.

NOT OFFERING HIM A DRINK!!!!!!

“It’s funny, for someone born to rule, you sure do lose a lot. You might even say it’s your nature.” - AGENT MOBIUS

PHIL COLLISON FLASHBACK = TRIGGERED

Me after watching the plane scene: “What was the point?? The Money!!”

At least when he sees looks back on the receipts of his life he takes up for it.

LOKI soundin’ like a lil bitch right now.

oof not them playin’ his adoptive mother’s death.

DAMN BRO! He lost all those memories leading up to Endgame!! (good times… goood times)

Dang, I hope they don’t show him LOKI chockin’ his ass out...

MEMORIABLE DIALOGUE

AGENT MOBIUS - “Do you enjoy killing?”

LOKI - “I’ll kill you.”

AGENT MOBIUS - “What, like you did your mother?”

That was a low fuckin’ blow man!

“You weren’t born to be king, LOKI. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death.” - AGENT MOBIUS

CASEY needs new wheels on that cart lol

Bro CASEY is loud as fuck!!!

ICONIC DIALOGUE

LOKI - “Give me the Tesseract CASEY or I’l gut you like a fish!”

CASEY - What’s a fish?

*me: wtf did Casey just ask??*

LOKI - “(shushes) How do you not know what a fish is?”

CASEY - “I’ve lived my entire life behind a desk.”

LOKI - “Well, what difference does it make?”

CASEY - “I wanna know exactly what I’m being threatened with before I comply.”

LOKI - “DEATH, CASEY! VIOLENT PAINFUL DEATH!”

ROFL this man has the Infinity Stones in a drawer like they’re nothing (because they are, but still...) well they can be paperweights

“I do not forgive you.” - CASEY

Casey, my dude, she truly isn’t worried about you. She wants to PRUNE LOKI’s ass immediately.

He just saw himself get body and all he can do is laugh.

HUNTER B-15 is suppose to be a bad, but she let LOKI get to her so easily... do better bro!!

You know I think in terms of himself this is the most philosophical LOKI has been about himself as a person.

SALINA, OKLAHOMA - 1858

So you’re telling me that these TVA workers met their demise due to some fuckin’ fire??.... Someone needs to write a letter.

___________

I actually saw this at 2:00 o’clock in the morning but I waited to post this because I wanted to make it perfect. But since I did the group watch I wasn’t really able to think too much into the episode but I will next time my dudes! Until then, remember everyone’s a critic when their opinion matters the least.

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Here are the links to future episodes:

EP1 - EP2 - EP3 - EP4 - EP5 - EP6

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that-yandere-life · 5 years

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Soulmate Series: How You Meet (Part One)

Tony Stark-

Not everyone has a soulmate, but those that do have various ways they are connected to each other.

For you it was that the rate of your heartbeats always matched the other.

So if you were stressed or in danger he would immediately feel it.

God you were terrified when you felt your heart basically stop when he was in Afghanistan.

The way the two of you met was actually really kind of sweet.

Somehow you were invited to a Stark party, whether it was by a friend or because of your work.

People were basically wall to wall covering the room, the conversation making it almost impossible to hear.

Accidentally you ran into someone knocking their glass out of their hand causing it to shatter on impact.

Apologizing profusely you bent down to help pick it up.

Hitting a particularly sharp piece cutting your finger slightly.

When your heart rate spiked due to the pain he felt it too staring at you with wide eyes understanding before you even met his gaze.

Upon explaining you questioned if it was even possible, that your soulmate was THE Tony Stark.

Taking you to a quiet room he asked FRIDAY to check if it actually matched, which she quickly confirmed.

Tony was determined to keep you by his side, there was no leaving him anymore even if you wanted to.

Not that he would tell you that in any way.

After all these years he finally found his soulmate, the one destined to be his.

Steve Rogers-

Steve had always seen the world in a blend of various shades of gray.

Sketching only in charcoal pencil when he did his little drawings in his sketchbook.

No point in using color you couldn’t see.

Believing that he was going to die not meeting his soulmate when he went into the ice.

Upon waking up in present day he was confused, but also had a sense of renewed faith that maybe he just didn’t find his soulmate before because they weren’t alive yet.

He will always remember the day he met you, having saved you from an alien about to eat you alive.

Feeling you shake in his arms until your eyes latched onto his, seeing the most brilliant blue you had ever seen before.

Quickly he set you down, only having time to get your name before he had to return to the fight.

That is what began his obsession with you, knowing that you both belonged together.

Watching you from afar initially to discover what kind of person his soulmate is.

Finding out everything you liked and disliked, determined to be the perfect one for you when he finally approached you.

Pretending to run into you again, he asked you out on a date.

There was no way at the end of the night you would be walking away from him again, he wouldn’t let you go a second time.

Clint Barton-

Clint had been born with a tiny arrow tattoo just behind his ear.

Legend had it that his soulmate would have the same one, in the same place.

Although he was sure that he didn’t have a soulmate, a man with a crazy life like his didn’t deserve one in his mind.

When his hearing was damaged, his hearing aids that Tony built him covered it up.

One day he got into a hand to hand fight with a Hydra agent during a mission.

His aids were knocked out and smashed under their boot as a part of the struggle, thankfully they could be replaced with an extra set he kept in his vest.

Ultimately he won but he definitely had some cuts and bruised ribs that would need tending to.

Luckily you had just started in the medical wing of the tower as an on duty nurse.

Getting your first patient you never expected that they would end up being your soulmate.

Talking to Clint it felt like you had known him your entire life, and in a way you kind of had.

Laughing at one of his jokes you tucked your hair behind your ear not thinking anything of it when your tattoo was showing.

You of all people knew how rare it was for even people with a soulmate to find the love of their life.

Catching your gaze he moved his replacement hearing aids showing that the two of you matched.

Gasping you touched it gently with the tips of your fingers, unable to believe that you were one of the special cases.

Clint would never let you go, not after being proven so wrong about you not existing as there you were in front of him.

Natasha Romanoff-

For as long as you could remember you had gotten various injuries when you least expected them.

When you were a child you were taken to the doctor where they revealed that you had a soulmate out in the world.

That when they got hurt, or vice versa the other got the injury in return.

Occasionally you would get hurt really badly, having apparent bullet wounds even from time to time.

That is what made you think that your soulmate worked a dangerous job, so you decided to do the same in return.

Training really hard to become one of the top SHIELD recruits in your class.

Meaning you got to do your final evaluation with an Avenger.

Of course you grew nervous when you discovered that you were assigned to Natasha Romanoff, her reputation preceding her.

Stepping into the sparring ring with her you began to move around narrowly avoiding her attacks.

Effectively fighting her off for the most part, doing exactly what you had been trained to do.

Unfortunately you got distracted when she asked you about a scar you had, allowing her to get a good punch in.

Falling back onto your ass you felt blood dripping from your nose, touching it as your eyes watered you didn’t notice her touching her own.

Looking up focusing you saw that she was bleeding from her own nose despite you not even getting close to hitting her.

Natasha wasn’t upset though, in fact she was almost starting to cry at finally finding you.

Kneeling down she took you into her arms, taking in the fact that she would never again have to be without you.

Bruce Banner-

You remember spending a lot of your childhood in a state of fear and anxiety most of the time.

As you got older you started to get angry for no reason at all.

One minute you would be fine, the next you were enraged like you had just witnessed your car being set on fire.

It was really starting to become a problem in your day to day life.

You couldn’t hold down a job for long before you would have an outburst and get yourself fired.

Going to a therapist you were told that likely your soulmate was the cause of your emotional state.

Having it explained to you that you can also help them by giving them your emotions too.

So if they were having a moment of rage you could give them relaxation or joy in return to counteract it.

Likely you taking on their emotions fully like you had been only projected it back onto them even worse.

Feeling confused about how you had gone this long without knowing you had a soulmate, you wondered if it was real or if the therapist was full of shit.

That was until one day you were watching the news at a local diner where you had managed to earn a temp job as a waitress.

Talking about an attack on the city, showing live footage of the situation showing all of the Avengers getting ready to attack.

Gripping the counter tightly you felt yourself start to get angry again, so you attempted to calm down.

However it was no use as you watched a man turn into a tall green monster on the screen, knowing in your heart and soul that he was the one you were meant to be with.

Rushing out of there you stupidly ran down to where the fighting was taking place, luckily getting there after it ended.

Following the roars you started to give out feelings of calmness and peace.

Turning the corner you saw a mostly naked man panting and heaving hunched over in a nearby alleyway.

When he suddenly felt joy he looked up seeing you standing there smiling at him, knowing it was really him when you experienced a brief bout of confusion at first.

“It’s you...you’re real.”

Nodding you rush over not even caring about his state of undress, throwing your arms around him.

For once Bruce didn’t let go, this was meant to be and he was going to let it take him.

Thor Odinson-

Thor was getting frustrated being stuck at the same body he was when he was 18.

A thousand years or more had passed and he still hadn’t found his soulmate.

It was only while working with the Avengers on Midgard did he find what he was looking for without even realizing it.

Being part of the team yourself you often interacted with Thor when he was hanging around.

Somewhere along the lines he became obsessed with you, taking in every bit of information you would give him when talking.

Learning much about the culture on Earth from you at the end of the day.

Seemingly over the next few years you got closer, to the point where you would say you were best friends… if not more.

One morning you were looking in the mirror and you saw something that shocked you beyond belief.

A silver hair in the midst of your natural color.

That meant you were finally aging, something you hadn’t really done in the last ten years.

There was only person it could be, the person that seemingly had your heart even if he didn’t know it.

Thor noticed his own aging for the first time around the same moment you did.

Crinkles had formed in the corners of his eyes, something that definitely wasn’t there before.

Rushing to find you, you both ran into each other... literally.

Luckily he caught you in his arms, you both starting to laugh at the coincidence.

Showing each other what you had discovered, deep down it was like he had always known it was you.

No one will ever love you more than the man who waited more than a lifetime to be with you.

Loki Laufeyson-

Most of your life you had your own dreams, that was until the attacks in New York.

Ever since then, there were times where you were just a spectator in the front row of a horror show.

After many nights with little to no sleep due to the terrifying sights you went to a sleep clinic to find out what is going on.

There you are told of a rare connection to a soulmate where you share each other's dreams.

However they couldn’t explain why it took so long for them to start.

The only explanation offered was that they came within close proximity of you and that jump started the connection.

A solution they offered was to attempt to lucid dream and bring them into your space to see who they were.

It took awhile but finally you felt like you wanted to attempt it.

Loki was sleeping and found himself sucked into your dream, something he always prefered over his own.

You provided his much needed escape from reality after all that had happened to him recently.

Quickly he realized that this was different than before, you seemed far more in control of the narrative than usual.

When you asked for his name he was shocked since normally you never knew of his presence.

Shocked as you were when you found out he was the man who had hurt a lot of people, connecting the dots between the timing your dreams started and when he attacked.

As you felt yourself starting to wake up you swore you heard him tell you he was going to come for you at the first chance.

Somehow you didn’t know if you were comforted or terrified by those words.

[Part one of How You Meet! If you want more soulmate scenarios with everyone let me know! <333]

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After Hours - Chapter 6 A professor Loki fanfiction

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Summary: Evelyn Monroe has been a TA for professor Laufeyson’s Calculus course for four months now. He was known to be quite strict, but that never deterred her from applying for the position in order to be close to the man she had been secretly pining for. One evening, she returns to his office after opening hours… and with her bountiful luck, she walks in on something not meant to be seen.

Chapters: 6/?

Words: 2200

Warnings: Explicit sexual content

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You have not an inkling… of how long I've staved off the temptation of having you beneath me. Across my desk, and at the mercy of my cock.

At the mercy of my cock…

Currently, Evelyn sat dazed in a bathroom stall as the filthy words from her professor echoed repeatedly within her mind.

She was not sure how to wrap her head around over what transpired. How could she, when the cold and untouchable professor Laufeyson, whom she secretly liked, practically dry humped her into oblivion?

Well, technically they weren't dry - but the concept still stands.

She could still remember it clearly, his disheveled appearance before she ran away in a panic. Due to how wet she was when he pressed against her, his white dress shirt had gotten wet as well. The material stuck to his body, revealing a tease of the lean, muscular figure underneath. His tie was off to one side, and his ruffled hair further accentuated the wild look in his eyes.

But the one thing that drew her attention the most was the prominent, impressive bulge that tented his pants.

Now there was no doubting it. At this point, she'd be an idiot to believe that her professor held no interest in her. However, his attack on her body came so suddenly that Evelyn did not know her next course of action, so she sat on the toilet endlessly pondering.

When she saw him next, did she act as if nothing happened? Was he interested in a relationship with her despite her status as a student? Or did he just want to use her for sex, as Candice suggested? And would sex with him be...rough?

She had just gotten a clear handle that he may not be a gentle lover - and that scared her all the more, especially considering his size.

Evelyn was a stone cold virgin. She was afraid to put in a tampon, much less the monster that currently nestled within her professor's pants.

Evelyn clutched her head in frustration, before sighing dramatically. Since she didn't know much about sex in general, she probably needed to do some desperate soul searching on porn hub and spankbang once she got home.

Evelyn eventually exited the stall, moving to stand before the mirror. In her haste to get away from professor Laufeyson, she ran straight from his classroom to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, hopping straight into a stall.

She neglected to check her appearance in the mirror at the time, so Evelyn couldn't help but gasp when she saw the current state of her neck.

"Lord have mercy…"

The right side of her neck was mottled with purples and reds, the hues deeply saturated against the brown of her skin. She was not one to bruise easily, so such a sight was shocking.

Evelyn lifted a hand to gently trace the bruises. As she felt them, she could once again feel professor Laufeyson's lips on her neck. She remembered the pain as he sucked against her skin, then the sensation of overwhelming pleasure that followed immediately after.

She could still feel his large hands on her body as he groped and squeezed her breasts, her butt, her thighs, her hips - just thinking about it brought back the throbbing to her lower regions.

Although what he did was essentially sexual assault - and against a student even, Evelyn was ashamed to admit that although she was scared...she also liked the rough handling of her body... especially coming from him.

She did not know what any of this meant. Wasn't she supposed to hate being treated so...roughly? Being manhandled?

Even with the strong infatuation towards her professor, this incident should be a glaring red signal to run the opposite direction.

In any case, Evelyn knew she couldn't walk around campus with blatant hickies across her neck, and Candice would definitely have questions once she got home.

So when she reached for her purse to cover the bruises with makeup, needless to say, Evelyn began to fret.

Because her purse was nowhere in sight.

She looked inside the bathroom stall, then on the floor, but nope. Nada. Gone.

She really, really did not want to go back to the classroom to check, especially after she had just ran away.

But her purse did not only have her make-up, but the keys to her apartment, as well as her wallet. She could only hope that he left the purse in the classroom, so she could get a janitor or something to open the door for her if it was locked.

At this thought, she gained a bit of hope.

Before she left the bathroom, Evelyn dried her dress underneath the hand dryer for a bit, before tying her jacket around her neck in an attempt to cover the bruises high and close to her throat. She looked a bit silly, but it was better than nothing.

She definitely received some weird looks from her fellow peers as she transversed the hallways of the science department like a spy agent; tiptoeing, peeking around walls, etc. Just to avoid a run-in with professor Laufeyson as she made her way to his classroom.

She became even more vigilant as she got closer to the classroom door - she looked left and right before standing on the tips of toes to peek into the lecture hall for any sign of her purse, and the professor she desperately wanted to avoid.

Fortunately, he wasn't there - but neither was her purse. That only meant that he took the purse with him, the worst possible scenario.

Frustrated, Evelyn began to curse fervently under her breath, and kicked uselessly at the door.

"The hell are you doing?"

Evelyn spun around so fast, she nearly fell backwards from the dizziness.

"Oh my fucking...Andrès! You damn near scared the holy ghost outta me!"

She placed a hand on her chest to calm her thumping heart as she addressed her friend, Andrès. Although they were in different departments, they had developed a close friendship during their foundation years of college, during which they took several classes together.

"Ha! Well, I ain't mean to. What're you doing here though?"

He then squinted his eyes as he pointed to her, "And why the jacket around your neck?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes, attempting to act natural. She was internally panicking, and moved to subtly adjust her jacket, "It's fashion, dumbass. And I just lost my purse."

As she looked at him, her eyes slowly began to shine as an idea began to form.

"Hey...Andrès. You got a class right now?"

He eyed her suspiciously, "...In like, thirty minutes. Why though?"

Evelyn put on the softest, sweetest voice she could muster, " Uhm...could you stop by professor Laufeyson's office real quick? I think I left my purse in the classroom and he has it with him and... I'm kinda in a rush to do some really important stuff right now. Could you like, pick it up for me, pretty please?"

Andrès looked as if she suggested that he jump off a cliff, “ Oh hell no! I skipped morning class today…”

“... I get that. But come on bro, you still owe me twenty dollars from when we went to Wendy’s. I'll forget about it, deal?”

“Twenty?! It definitely was like five dollars-”

“- Yeah yeah whatever, are you gonna help me or not?”

Andrès crossed his arms, “Man, I don’t know. He’s really gonna skin my ass...”

“Alright, here’s what,” Evelyn stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder, “Get me my purse, and I’ll treat you to tamales one of these days. How’s that?”

At the sound of tamales, Andrès' face split into a big grin, "You better! Even if I don't get it, you're still buying me food."

Seeing his grin, Evelyn couldn't resist smiling as well, "Ha-ha, sure. Hurry before your class starts, and thanks again. You're savin' my life here."

She stepped closer to give him a side hug in parting, "Just drop it off in my studio - I should be there doing some work."

"Aight, you bet."

At his confirmation, Evelyn happily skipped away with a light heart.

She just wasn't prepared to face professor Laufeyson, so she hoped Andrès follows through with his promise.

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"...What did you just say?"

Evelyn stopped midway through her painting to address Andrès, who stood outside the opening to her studio.

After she had asked him that favor, she went across campus to do some work in the art department. She busied herself with painting for several hours, waiting anxiously for Andrès to drop by. When he finally came, however, he was empty-handed with an extremely bitter expression.

"I said, he wants you to come get it yourself. He wouldn't give it to me. On top of that," Andrès' voice raised by a margin, his skin turning red, "He failed me for the entire fucking semester!"

Evelyn could only gape at him in shock, "Oh…"

" Oh? Oh?! That's all you gotta say?!" Andrès turned around to exit the studio, storming out. It took a few seconds before he ran back in to say one last piece, "You owe me much, much more than tamales! And I ain't helping your ass again." With that, he finally walked off.

Evelyn could only lean down in her stool to place her face in both hands, before whining despairingly, "Oh shit…"

She honestly should've sucked it up and asked for the purse, because she was now sure that professor Laufeyson was pissed for whatever reason - and she didn’t know what that meant for her, or her chastity.

Evelyn left the art building with a heart filled with anxiety, making her way towards his office expecting the unknown. Would he… pounce on her once again? If he did, she wasn’t sure her poor heart could manage.

It was pretty late in the evening, so the science department was pretty scarce, with the exception of those taking night classes.

As she walked to the door of his office, Evelyn couldn’t help but think of the time she spent with Laufeyson, and at what point her mysterious professor could’ve possibly developed an interest in her.

Now that she was thinking back, it was as if every little thing he did in the past gained significance. The extra tutoring sessions, their casual conversations - not to mention waking up on his lap. That should’ve been an obvious one, but at the time Evelyn’s low self-esteem insisted that it meant absolutely nothing.

She now came face to face with the door. Evelyn closed her eyes, and took several deep breaths to steady her beating heart. She raised her hand in a sudden jerk to knock before she chickened out, and waited with bated breath for his voice.

A voice that did not come.

Confused, she waited for several seconds before knocking once more. But silence was all that greeted her.

Did...did he already leave?

Evelyn felt half relieved, yet disappointed at the same time. Secretly within her heart, she wanted to see him.

During the hours when she was painting, various scenarios went through her head of what would happen between them in his office. They were all extremely sexual in nature - and that scared her. She never so much as thought about sex previously, but it was if he was the catalyst to all things dark within her heart.

She saw herself being harshly taken on his desk, the couch, even the blasted wall - and she could barely even concentrate on her work as he invaded her thoughts to a frightening degree.

Evelyn still stood aimlessly in front of his door, now at a lost. She rested her head against the wood, sighing to herself.

Why do I want him to treat me so roughly? It’s...wrong.

“Now, why would it be so wrong?” Evelyn froze as the voice of her professor sounded from directly behind her, his body heat warming her back.

"You're... you're here…" Her voice was quiet and meek, shocked that she said her thoughts out loud, and that he had heard them.

"That I am. Thankfully, I hadn't wandered far," Evelyn flinched slightly when she felt him touch her shoulders, but he merely moved her aside to open the door, "You're here for your purse, aren't you?"

He acted strangely normal as he entered his office, expecting her to simply follow.

His behavior was so confusing...was he acting as if he didn't just maul her hours earlier?

She entered the office cautiously, eyeing his back as he shrugged off his suit jacket.

Without looking behind him, he issued a simple command, "Close the door. I'd like our conversation to be private, if you wouldn't mind."

Evelyn would much rather have the door open. But when he turned around to give her the look, she reluctantly turned around to close it.

Once she did, he then began to speak, " Firstly, I'd like to apologize," he nodded towards her neck, "I did not expect you to mark so easily."

That's what he's apologizing for?!

Evelyn removed the jacket from around her neck, gaining the confidence to speak, "With all due respect professor, w..what you did earlier..um - it wasn't appropriate and, I'm not sure what you want from me -"

He raised a hand to silence her, "I understand, and I apologize for my actions. However,"

His expression was serious and stern as he said his next words, "I would not hesitate to have you again, writhing against me."

Evelyn was flabbergasted at the words that just left his mouth.

"...What...what do you mean by that - "

Her sentence was cut short when he made a step towards her, "To put things bluntly,"

Without warning, he grabbed at her waist to press her against him, chest to chest to whisper in a sultry manner, "I want to hear your sweet voice screaming my name repeatedly, as I fuck you against my desk."

Well... that was pretty blunt.

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A/N: Hey guys, the campers arrived and it has been SO HARD trying to find time to read, write, etc. because being a counselor is a full-time endeavor - from 7 in the morning, till 12:30 in the night. I finally found some lee-way, but there may be some grammar errors. Nonetheless, until next time!

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Nordic Winds - Part I

Summary: Loki was banished to earth by Odin after his crimes and without his powers. Only true love can save him from a human life on earth, but he seems too blind and his desire for power too strong.

Pairing: Loki x Plus Size Reader

Note: The plot of this story takes place after Thor: The Dark World.

The stars were still sparkling over Asgard when the message was delivered. "My all-father, there's good news!" The guard didn't have to say anything else. In a moment a thunderstorm came and several lightnings struck. The whole throne room seemed to be shaken, one could have thought that after such a long time it finally came to the predetermined day. The day when the gods will perish. Ragnarok.

But it should not be so. It was the strength and power of the thunder god Thor and his hammer Mjölnir. The all-father knew what this spectacle meant. It was over. The restlessness that was spread in the last decades in the nine worlds now had an end. The time of doubt as to whether the nine worlds could ever live in peace again, the tactics and considerations that had taken the Allfather the whole time and distracted him a little from the death of his beloved wife, his Frigga, had now come to an abrupt end. It was for him in this time like an anaesthetic, which lost however like everything its effect. "Father, it is over! In all nine worlds peace has finally returned. With one swing the thunder god had opened the doors to the throne room. But no matter what Thor still said about himself, the all-father did not notice any further events from his surroundings.

All of Asgard seemed to be in a festive mood. Even in the palace one got to know the exuberant mood of the whole population. But Odin wanted to be excluded from all the hustle and bustle. Since the announcement, he tormented himself with the death and the loss of Frigga. Her soul seemed to be in every corner of Asgard and reminded him of her again and again. It feels like it just happened a few seconds ago. He even believed for a moment that he had the blood of his lover on his hands and felt it. In her room it was almost as if she was still there and that she was just standing in her corner by the bookshelf reading something. How often did he see Frigga and Loki sitting there? How she had lent him a shoulder to cry on when Thor was once again the better man in any discipline or had simply annoyed him. It had to be said, however, that everyone who had seen Loki could confirm that the Allfather's pulling son was simply not suitable for close combat. But Frigga wouldn't let Loki, who was like a second son to her, get hurt or harmed in any way, so she brought the magic close to him. However, no one could expect Loki to move further and further away from his foster family with the time he had spent in Thor's shadow. In the end, he was only known for having a silver tongue, but he was clever, but sly and treacherous and manipulated people and gods as needed and exploited them for his purposes. Over time, the Allfather had developed such a great hatred for his foster son that he preferred to see him dead. He should feel exactly what Odin felt and had to endure on the day of Frigga's death. All that pain and all that trust. Driven by his anger and hatred, the Allfather did not even notice what he was doing. With quick and harsh steps he went to the lieutenant of his guard and ordered the prisoner, Loki, to get out of his cell and bring him directly to the Bifröst.

It was quiet, like almost every day, unless a few new prisoners were taken down to the cells, or the moment when they took everything he had left of his foster mother. His cell is empty, all the things his mother had given him to make his captivity as pleasant as possible, were taken from him one day after Frigga's escort to infinity and not a single piece of his freedom was left. All in one, he had been very badly hurt, so that he now looked rather pale. He was put on a anklet, which was attached to the wall of the cell. His hands were also put in shackles so that he could not use any of his other tricks. His sly grin and arrogance, however, had not lost their shine. Meanwhile he knew all the soldiers, by face and also by name, who were responsible for the prisoners and were specially prepared for him. Since they took off his handcuffs twice a day so that he could take something to himself, however, this small opportunity was limited to ten minutes, after which the handcuffs were immediately put on again. So it was strange at that moment to see the lieutenant of the first guard walking down the aisle, but above all to see him heading straight for Loki's cell. He spoke a few words to the guard who had just taken a tour and suddenly his cell was opened. Two guards came in, pulled him from the corner onto his legs, took off his shackles and put some on him for transport. In front of the cell stood two more guards, who were apparently supposed to watch out that if he dared to attempt an escape, they could intervene and secure him. When they had attached the complete outfit to their shackles, ankles, hips and wrists, four more guards were added. But what was the whole fuss all about and that in the middle of the night? Not a sound came from the guards. They all took their positions and carried the chains from his shackles and set off. The only sound surrounding them was the rattling of the chains caused by his own steps. Every step he took broke him to his limits. By wearing the shackles around the clock, abrasions had already formed. In some places even real flesh wounds had developed. Since the guards had already dragged him behind, things only got worse, but at least they had already left the cells and had made their way up the stairs. From now on it could only go straight. You could already see the throne room, so the Allfather wanted something from Loki, or just wanted to increase his punishment to watch him suffer. But what Odin didn't know, no matter what he tried, it couldn't get any worse for Loki. The guards, however, pulled him further, past the throne room and out of the palace. For a long time now he was finally outside again, even if under different circumstances than expected. However, the stars above him and the fresh air made him forget everything for a short moment. The wind carried the sound of the exuberant celebrations to them, but Loki's reason for them remained unfounded. Slowly Loki could also imagine where he was taken. To the Bifröst. But why there? Once there, he saw his foster father, the all-father all of them. "Take off his shackles and disappear." No one wanted to believe what they had all just heard. "But my all-father...are you sure? I...I mean, after all, he's a prisoner of the highest order." No other of the guards dared to say anything. "Take them off of him and go!" This time the Allfather became louder than he ever was. So the guards took off their shackles and withdrew. Loki, who finally got rid of his shackles for a long time, drove himself over his wounds, but didn't want to show how much this time in the cell had damaged him.

"Here we are now. Alone. Do we want to go on a trip? " With his charming and at the same time provocative tone he let the barrel overflow. "BE QUIET!" Now he had made it. Never before had Odin been in such a rage as at that moment. "Your crimes are numerous and YOU dare to raise your voice to me! YOU believe that after what you have done, you still have some rights?! Frigga is dead and all because of you! You have snatched her from me!" Angry and panting, from his address to Loki, the Ase tried to calm down. "Do you think I don't know that? Yes I killed her! I led him to her!" There it was. The confirmation. For a long time Odin has been waiting to hear it from his mouth. Only now has he completely decided for his project. He would see to it that Loki suffered the same, perhaps even more, than he did himself.

"I will see to it that you feel even worse, worse than I had to. Heimdall should send you to Jotunheim. There I will leave you to the Jotunen. They will certainly be delighted to have the man in front of them who wanted to destroy their entire world." With the end of his sentence the Bifröst began to turn to open the portal to Jotunheim. The Ase looked at his foster son, but he didn't show anything. As long as he had his magic power he felt safe and he was always a Jotune. He wasn't as big and strong as the other Jotunas, but he was bigger than most Asen, and with the help of his magic power and his ability to manipulate the people, he had a small profit advantage and probably wouldn't sink as fast as his foster father probably had imagined.

"Father, don't do this!" It was Thor who had just prevented the Allfather from sending the Trickster through the portal to Jotunheim to die miserably there. Neither of the two had expected at that moment that the Thunder God would appear in this scenario and certainly not that he would protect the Trickster. "He is not defending it. He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve to die with the certainty that he will be killed immediately. He should suffer. He should suffer infinitely." The words of his son slowly broke the Asen to reason. What he said was true. What good did it do him if Loki knew he was going to die? One should show him the uncertainty and above all the despair. "LOKI LAUFEYSON. HEREBY YOU ARE BANISHED TO MIDGARD AND WITH YOUR POSITION HERE IN ASGARD, AT THE SAME TIME YOUR MAGIC POWER SHALL BE TAKEN FROM YOU! ONLY WHEN YOU HAVE FOUND SOMEONE WHO WILL RECIPROCATE YOUR LOVE AND SINCERELY, THEN, BUT ONLY THEN SHALL YOU RETURN TO ASGARD AND YOUR GUILT SHALL BE FORGIVEN COMPLETELY!" Accompanied by the bright light of the Bifröst, the Trickster seemed in a blinding ray of light and a sky-blue energy seemed to separate from him. He couldn't help but cry out in pain. It was as if all his organs were twisting and finally torn out of him. That which constituted him, the last piece of himself, the part that still connected him to his mother, was simply snatched from him. He was just nothing. He could only wind himself in pain and lost consciousness. Without him noticing, he was brought through the portal to Midgard. Like a fallen angel he fell from the sky, with the stars watching over him and the sound of the wind passing his ear, he landed in the snow with a heavy impact. For a short moment he came to consciousness and just looked at the stars. His home. But after only a short time, he fainted again.

to be continued

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My Marvel Imagines Masterlist

Madness (Loki Laufeyson/OFC, long-fic, In-Progress)

Chapter 1 | The Warrior

The beginning of it all.

Chapter 2 | Him

Eva discovers the warmth of a mother in her Queen, and Frigga finally convinces Eva to embrace her power. With the fear that Loki could be further corrupted in the dungeons, Eva voices her concerns once more before the Allfather only to be turned away again. Sensing her distress, Frigga confides in Eva about her loophole to visiting Loki.

Chapter 3 | Little Wolf

Eva recalls one of her most beautiful memories of Loki. Heimdall urges Eva to find her way back home, but she cannot bring herself to enter the house filled with so many memories of Hjalmar. In a celebration of Hjalmar’s life, Eva drinks her sorrows away, and Thor discusses his feelings for her with his mother.

Chapter 4 | The Day Death Cried

In a horrifying dream, Eva witnesses the birth of Life’s Tree, but it is different than the tales that were told. Still intoxicated from the night of drinking, Eva decides to disobey the King to visit Loki in the dungeons. Eva sifts through the rubble of Loki’s mind to offer him a beautiful memory, but the beauty of it only destroys him more.

Chapter 5 | Thunder in the Rain

After a confrontation with Loki in the dungeons, Eva finds comfort in breaking things and draws the attention of the God of Thunder. Convinced that he played a part in Eva’s grief, Thor reveals a dark secret. While Odin reveals a new version of Asgard’s history to Thor, a new enemy arrives in Asgard, ready to claim the throne.

Chapter 6 | Collateral Damage

In the aftermath of the battle on the Rainbow Bridge with Ezra, Eva shows how merciless she can be to those who threaten her home and the ones she loves. Ezra taunts Loki with the one thing he knows could break the God of Mischief.

Chapter 7 | Betrayal

In a flashback, Eva recalls one of her most painful memories: her encounter with Loki during the Battle of New York. In a desperate attempt to save the man she loves, Eva is willing to let herself fall.

Chapter 8 | Falling

Upset that her voice is unheard and unappreciated while discussing the new threat to Asgard, Eva finds herself searching the Universe for her purpose. In a desperate attempt to save one of her dearest friends, Eva makes an unplanned trip to Midgard.

Chapter 9 | Alone Again

Eva arrives on Midgard just in time to break Tony’s fall, but here mere presence on Midgard is violating the promise she made. Upon meeting a small stranger, Eva learns the nickname the Midgardians gave to her, and she has another vision of the woman from her dreams.

Chapter 10 | Belonging Nowhere

Eva’s departure is felt throughout the whole of Asgard. When the God of Thunder discovers her absence, Heimdall shows how willing he is to live up to the promise he made. Aaldir offers fatherly advice to the worried Prince.

Chapter 11 | The Choice

Eva rediscovers a piece of herself she thought died long ago. In another vision of the past, she witnesses Aaldir making the hardest choice of his life.

Chapter 12 | The Less You Know

Harley reminds Eva of her lost companion. Tony reveals that he is aware of his connection to Eva and asks for a favor that will bring Eva back to a simpler time

Chapter 13 | Once Upon the 40′s

Eva recalls her past with Loki and runs into some very familiar faces along the way, faces she’s never been able to forget.

Chapter 14 | Twice Upon the 40′s

Eva continues to recall her past with Loki and unveils a connection with Tony that she’s kept under wraps for the majority of his life. Tony finally discovers why she broke her promise to stay away.

Chapter 15 | Still

Ezra takes advantage of Loki’s emotions and finds a way into his unguarded mind.

Chapter 16 | Destiny

When the lives of Tony and Harley are in question, Eva discovers just how powerful she can become, and she is faced with a difficult decision.

Chapter 17 | Two Sides of the Same Coin

Bits of truth unfurl when Ezra visits Eva during a vision of the past. Tony asks for help, and Eva is forced to make a difficult decision.

Chapter 18 | Mother

When Eva is faced with two difficult goodbye’s, she makes a choice that could be detrimental to her future.

Chapter 19 | A Bleeding Rose

Upon returning to Asgard with Harley and Kaia, Eva is surprised to discover where loyalties lie throughout Asgard, and she finds that her plan to visit her beloved has been made easier than she thought it would be.

Chapter 20 | With a Blade of Grass

Eva and Loki experience a night of freedom together and rediscover each other.

Chapter 21 | Godsbane

Eva and Aaldir share a moment before she departs for Midgard once more, and Thor is finally told the story of Asgard’s greatest threat.

Chapter 22 | If I Leave You...

The assault on the Mandarin’s compound proves to have been more than Tony and Eva were prepared to handle, and Killian finds out just how desperate Tony can become when Eva’s life is in question.

Chapter 23 | Keep Me In Your Heart

Tony learns the true meaning of desperation.

Chapter 24 | The Greatest Weakness

Her.

Chapter 25 | Her

Aurora

Chapter 26 | The Greatest Failure

Aurora

Chapter 27 | The Awakening

Thor and Eva have conflicting views on how to handle the situation with Aurora, but Eva’s need to protect her daughter gets in the way of her happiness.

Chapter 28 | The Nameless Ones

Aaldir makes a difficult decision to protect the ones he loves, and Eva shares a heart-to-heart with her enemy.

Chapter 29 | Only Forever

After Ezra’s departure, Eva is confronted by Steve with a bouquet of flowers and a letter.

Chapter 30 | The Storm

Eva reconciles with Thor, and Aurora seeks comfort in the storm.

The One Good Reason (Bucky Barnes/OFC, fic, complete)

Chapter 1 | The Cold Heart of Winter

Tony searches for his daughter, Emma, when she doesn’t make it home for dinner. During his search, he stumbles upon what looked to be a struggle, and his worst fears are confirmed when he receives a call from an enemy from the past: Hydra.

Chapter 2 | The Soldier

In Tony’s ultimate time of need, Steve shows him the meaning of family. Tony receives another call, but this time, Emma is on the other end of the line, asking more of him than he is capable of. Emma finds solace in the shadows of the soldier’s heart.

Chapter 3 | Bucky

In the finale, the Avengers execute their plan to rescue Emma from the Hydra facility. Emma makes a promise to get Bucky out of the facility alive, and in an attempt to keep that promise, she discovers herself and the true meaning of sacrifice.

Lost and Found (Tony Stark/OFC, fic, unfinished)

Chapter 1 | Mr. Trouble

Samantha Lockhart is a struggling single mother working for S.H.I.E.L.D. who was assigned to be Tony Stark’s personal assistant and undercover bodyguard. Desperately wanting to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. to protect her daughter after the events in D.C. revealed the Hydra operation living within, Samantha was all but forced into the job for Tony by a promise she had made to her late protege, Phil Coulson. With a secret family, a lost love, and more baggage than an airport, it’s only a matter of time before her world comes crumbling down around her.

Chapter 2 | My Purpose

Samantha dreams of “the last day” before it’s cut short by Vision’s call in regards to a missing Tony. Vision is the first to discover Samantha’s secret, and she discovers her least favorite part of her job. She discovers just how much she means to some people.

Chapter 3 | A Good Man

In the aftermath of Tony’s drunken disappearance, Samantha cooks him breakfast. Tony feels guilty for so many “last night’s”, and Sam loses control of the situation. Secrets are revealed and Tony realizes just how much good he had with Samantha.

Somewhere In Between (Stephen Strange/OFC, fic, unfinished)

Chapter 1 | Control

As the son of Stephen and Felicity, Liam has witnessed plenty of death, pain, and fear in his life. Nothing could’ve prepared him, though, for losing his mother at the hands of an enemy who had his sights set on Stephen. In a desperate attempt to place blame, Liam turns his back on his father.

Gone (Loki Laufeyson/Reader, fic, unfinished)

Chapter 1 | Unseen

The Midgardian woman who warmed Loki’s frozen heart has been a constant hum in his soul from the moment they met. He has always felt her presence within him, but nothing prepared him for the sudden shift in the universe, when the humming stopped. She was just...gone.

Marvel Characters

Peter Parker

Of Supernovas and Stars (Peter Parker x Female!Reader)

Imagine making snow angels with Peter Parker.

Galway Girl (Galway Girl x Female!Reader)

Imagine being Tony Stark’s daughter and coming out to your best friend, Peter Parker.

Steve Rogers

Daddy’s Girl (Steve Rogers x Female!Reader)

Imagine Steve picking you up for your first date and meeting your father, Logan.

Tony Stark

Something More (Tony Stark x Female!Reader)

Imagine confessing to Tony Stark that you love him.

Just Relax (Tony Stark x Female!Reader)

Imagine Tony Stark helping you relax after a hard day.

Real Person Fiction

Tom Hiddleston

These Hands (Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader)

NSFW Imagine getting fingered by Tom Hiddleston in a car

Stargazing (Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader)

Imagine stargazing with Tom Hiddleston.

Chris Evans

Sweet Nothings (Chris Evans x Female!Reader)

Imagine Chris leaving sweet nothings for you around your hotel suite.

#masterlist

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War Creatures (Ch.34)

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Summary: In a crossover of the Nine Realms and Westeros, you find yourself in the dawn of a rebellion. Odin, Lord of Pyke, has made alliances with your family, House Grover of Highgarden. Your father’s army will join Odin’s army to overthrow the King and take the Iron Throne. There is just one cost to this alliance.You must marry the dark, young prince Loki.In a world where Kings do as they wish, where war is an oncoming storm, and peace is nothing but a dream, you are lost but brave. Loki is more powerful than he seems, and love will grow from the flames of war.

Words: 2060 // [AO3 Link] // Seasons 1-3 of War Creatures - Chapter 31 - Chapter 32 - Chapter 33

:Loki’s POV:

Loki pulled his sword out of a man. He watched him bleed out and choke on his own blood. His eyes rolled back and his soul left his body. Loki looked to the struggling man on his left. Another one of Frey’s sons. Loki didn’t clean off his sword and poke him through the back, ending his life.

“That was too easy,” he commented. Loki was surrounded by dead Frey men and women. King Malekith sent no support to his most loyal man. Walder Frey paid for it. His body was strung on the bridge. The rope twisted as his body hung there like seaweed sticks to the sea. Loki’s army moved on from the blood shed on the Twins and headed north towards his own people.

He remembered tales from his mother when he was sick. Frigga would sit next to him and tell stories of the terrible Frost Giants.

“They were savages,” Frigga said. “People who knew nothing but how to survive.” Loki considered himself a survivor of his own family. They fed him lies. Covered up his true heritage and for what? A lifetime of betrayal, war, hate? It hurt him to his core. To know that he did not belong his own family, but to a family who did not know him.

The northern roads grew colder at night. He watched some of the boys freeze in their metal cages and look upon him with disgust. Other boys looked upon him with gratitude. Either way, Loki did not care of the boys’ opinions. They were safe from the mad king. He would return them home to their families. He would not stoop to the king’s level.

The roads turned to ice and snow when his army reached the North. It was a large and wild land. Every southerner lived in fear of north’s men and the Frost Giants. Old magic was said to be more dangerous than the gods themselves. Still, Loki moved forward. He had no fear. He had old magic of his own.

The Frost Giants did not live in a village like most assumed. They had a fortress built to last every winter that befell the Nine Kingdoms. Winterfell belonged to the men. World’s Edge belonged to the Giants. The fortress bordered the sea on the Grey Hills. Their homes craved into the frozen rock. Their fortress towered Winterfell by thirty feet. Any man who approached it felt the hard stare of the giants who guarded the gates and the road.

Loki was at the head of his army when they approached the main gates. He was met with the same cold stare by three guards.

“Who comes?” the first giant’s voice boomed.

“Loki of House Laufeyson. Dark Prince of the Iron Islands. Future King of the Nine Kingdoms,” Gryff’s voice boomed back. He may be a dwarf, but his voice carried more weight than anticipated.

“Loki…,” the first giant’s voice trailed off as he took in the sight of him. A long, black cloak covered Loki. His golden-horned crown stood out against the white landscape. His grey fur collar kept his face warm. His banners whipped in the wind behind him. His familiar blue eyes struck the giant.

The first giant left the other two and the army waited in silence. Soon after, the gate was opened to World’s Edge. Loki and his army rode inside to discover the true size of the fortress which was unlike anything they have ever seen before.

:Lia’s POV:

Weeks went by without hearing anything of Loki’s status. No one said he was dead, but no one could confirm his safety either. My belly swelled to a larger size now. I could feel the weight of our child. My hand rubbed along the size of my stomach and I felt it. A kick! It was unlike anything I ever felt before. I felt so many emotions that I didn’t realize what I said.

“Loki! Come here! Our child—

My voice trailed off when I realized who I called out for. I felt myself sink into the chair I sat at. A tea made for a new mother’s health warmed me, but it was not the comfort I wanted. Out of the corner of my eye, a visitor came onto the balcony.

“I heard you calling, dear,” Eir said. “Did you need something?”

I shook my head. “I was speaking out of turn, I guess. I may as well be calling out to a ghost.” I frowned. Eir sat down next to me.

“I heard what you said. Do you miss him?”

“Very much so.”

“I have heard tall tales of your marriage to him. I was there at the wedding. He didn’t look so happy.” Eir chuckled. I laughed with her.

“He wasn’t. He didn’t enjoy the spectacle of it all.” I blinked and remembered a particular memory of that night.

“Did you like the food?” I asked him. “The fish was wonderful, but I’m sure you have had better.”

“It was okay,” Loki exhaled. He continued to look around at everyone else. His eyes narrowed to the right of me. I looked in the same direction, but I only saw Ser Petra talking to a high merchant.

“Is something wrong?”

“Don’t speak,” Loki answered right away. He kept staring at the pair, sitting forward a little more. I sat back, confused. People watching was interesting, but to do it so intensely was concerning. His eyes narrowed on Ser Petra as if he knew something.

“I remember Loki was suspicious of one of my knights that evening. Ser Petra, I believe,” I laughed. “I’m not sure why. He’s one of my father’s most loyal knights. He protected my family during the siege here. Loki just kept staring him down as if he meant to set him on fire.”

“Men,” Eir said. “And they claim women are more emotional. Speaking of emotional, how are you feeling?”

“It’s been almost three months, and I don’t know whether my husband is alive or dead. News of that battle is old and yet I know nothing of it. It weighs on me. Mostly at night when I can feel his absence. I want our child to have a father. I felt them. They kicked!”

“Ah, my summer child. What you felt was movement,” Eir corrected me. “You are only four moons along in your term. The baby will kick later.”

:Loki’s POV:

Loki and three of his men were lead to the center of the fortress. A tall and narrow room with no windows. Candles lit in several corners gave the room a dim but manageable light. The current leader of the Frost Giants sat there. His eyes were darkened by the little light in them. His deep wrinkles could tell you stories of his long life. His face lit up when Loki entered the room.

“Loki. Little Loki,” he chuckled.

“Excuse me? I come into your home—

The Leader raised his hand, and Loki shit his mouth slowly as if a ghost had gently squeezed his lips together. The Leader laughed and coughed as if he was clearing the dust in his lungs. His black feathered crown moved on his head.

“I only jest,” he shook his head. “I never thought I would meet you. Now that you stand before me, I feel joy in my chest. My nephew has come home.” The wrinkles in his face deepened when he smiled.

“Nephew?”

“My name is Yik’in. Your father, Laufey, was my younger brother,” Yik’in explained. “A warrior and a hero if there ever was one. He carried our name proudly. He fought with dignity, divinity, and with grace. When we rebelled against the kingdom, I was so sure we would win. We only wanted to live by our code. Our laws. Laufey led the invasions.

“He traveled along the border, going south, bringing blood and gold to the King. I didn’t think Lord Odin would be his end. I thought he killed all of you. Laufey, your mother, and you. News of your survival never reached here. I cried for years, feeling guilty and weak from it. My daughter, bless her, she wanted to be at peace with it all. Until I heard the news.”

“News?”

“Of Iced Steel and your touch,” Yik’in smiled. “I knew it had to be you. Only you. When the news reached me, I wrote to your father immediately. I wanted nothing to do with him and his rebellion anymore.”

“Which is why you wrote to me?” Loki’s breath was shaky. Everything started to make sense. A weight Loki never knew was there lifted from his chest. He felt like breathing was easier here. Tears started to line his eyes. “You wanted me to come here for an alliance, but you wanted me to come home.”

Yik’in’s arms reached out to the young boy. Loki embraced the old man and held him as long as he could. Loki fell on his knees in front of his uncle. His uncle’s hands touched Loki’s face, turning it blue under his touch.

“Welcome home, Loki,” he said to him.

Loki and his men were welcomed into the fortress. The Frost Giants had treated them warmly, feeding them hot food and good ale. Some of the men smoked sourleaf around the fire in bonding ceremonies. Loki found himself bonding with his uncle and helping him walk around the fortress and the surrounding under cities.

“I am glad I have met you,” Loki said. “And I am glad that you support my cause. But why me? Why quit your alliance with Odin?”

“Lord Odin is an awful man. He fights with little to no honor at all. I expect hi golden-haired son to be every inch like him,” Yik’in confessed. “I hate him. He took my brother from me. He took my nephew from me. He took my freedom from me, and yet he is a better man than King Malekith.”

“And you think I am a better man than Lord Odin?”

“I know you are. I have been following this war, boy. I’ve seen your victories and your losses. I’m impressed. You would make a better king than both of them combined.” Loki felt a warm feeling of pride wash over him. He felt the weight of Iced Steel at his side.

“I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“You won’t. I have a faith in you that burns from the same fire that burned my hatred for those men. I heard they made you marry a southern girl. We can fix that. You could have one of our girls—

Loki held his hand up. “No, I’m happy, uncle.”

“Happy?”

“Yes. Lady Cecelia is everything I wanted. I was arranged to marry her, but ultimately she has my heart and my child.” Loki’s eyes widened. His child. He was set on the task of being here that he had forgotten about his own future child.

“Happiness and a child? Why do you look so worried, boy?”

“I forgot I was having a child!” Loki put his face in his hands. He groaned. “Oh, I am awful.” Yik’in patted his back.

“Boy, you are at war. Her belly swells. She is at work. You are at work. Let the girl worry.”

“She is not a girl, uncle,” Loki’s tone changed. A darkness fell over his eyes. “If you support me as your king, I will remind you that she is your queen. You may be my uncle, but she is mine. That will be the last time you insult what is mine.”

Two guards rushed to Yik’in’s side as Loki towered over him. Yik’in waved them away and looked at his nephew seriously. His old eyes saw a fire burned behind his young nephew’s eyes. The same fire that burned in Laufey’s eyes.

“That is why you’ll be King,” Yik’in said. “You defend what is yours. You destroy your enemies. You wield Iced Steel as if it was made for you.”

“You speak of me like I am your hero. I just threatened you,” Loki looked to his uncle’s guards.

“I know. You threatened me. Your own uncle. I can only imagine the horrors that await your enemies.”

“How many men will you give me?” Loki pushed his boundaries. Yik’in stood straight.

“How many men do you need?”

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I Found You (Loki Laufeyson Soulmate AU)

Summary: (Y/n)’s soulmate tattoo is Loki in Nordic runes and now thinks fate is playing with her and he doesn’t exist because they gave her a mythological god. During the battle of NY (y/n) happens to meet him but what occurs once the battle is over? Her soulmate is the most hated man on the planet.

A/n: So I changed the MCU storyline a bit as well where Clint had met Steve before the events of the first Avengers.

Warnings: SWEARING- Plus there’s some physical harassment from a male co-worker on the reader so possible TRIGGER WARNING, and remember if this happens to you, report it and if nothing is done about it, definitely call the police. (Be safe y’all, we don’t all have Steve Rogers to our rescue)

Part 2 || Masterlist

Gif is not mine, credit to @lokitty

“Jeremy!”

A young man approached, thanking and taking his coffee from (y/n). She huffed, every time she called out someone’s name, she always somewhat hoped that her soulmate would mysteriously appear. She’d had her soulmate tattoo since it appeared at age 12, like everybody else, except hers, wasn’t even English. It was in Nordic Runes, something people didn’t use to name their kids.

(Y/n) had found out at 16 when she went looking for her soulmate after being teased for her strange tattoo. She was desperate to prove to everyone, her soulmate wasn’t a freak; he/she was unique and deserved love. She, after all, being in foster homes all her life, believed she could give this to them.

She knew he/she had to be unique because her soulmate tattoo was, but turns out her tattoo comes from the mythology section rather than in real life. Loki, God of Mischief was her fucking ‘soulmate.’ The fates had tricked her and gave her hope for her other half. Now, (y/n) knew who her soulmate was destined to be, but she also knew this was a way of the fates telling her she didn’t have another half. It was just (y/n), the only person in the world to seemingly have this problem.

The small runic lettering behind her ear slightly burned as it had been doing quite often recently. She didn’t even want the tattoo anymore, constantly reminding that she was on her own and the chances of someone having the same problem or having no tattoo at all were slim. There’s no known procedure either to remove it without it killing the person; as far as (y/n) knew.

(Y/n) had seen many soulmates meet in this cafe, both accidentally thinking it was their drink and reaching for it. Just one look at each other and they knew. Tattoos were just a second confirmation. In some way, (y/n) envied them but she reminded herself that she didn’t need that sickly gooey stuff that fickle minded people had between them. (Y/n) had taken care of herself just fine and don’t need anyone to feel like she was someone because in her mind she was a somebody; with or without her soulmate.

(Y/n) sighed, wishing her thoughts away. This ten-hour split shift was absolutely killing her. Her feet hurt, she’d encountered many rude customers today and she was stuck working with the most ignorant person she’d ever met. Luke, the definition of an asshole, who didn’t know how to treat a lady; that no meant no. She should know after the many times he’d done something inappropriate in the workplace to her was astounding and even though she reported it, he’d never been fired or even suspended.

But, she needed this job and couldn’t afford to lose it because of some jerk. After all, she had no one to turn to, no family and no friends. Well, one sort of friend, a regular who came in for his daily coffee. His name was Clint and he was the only person she’d had a proper conversation to since she’d moved to this hell hole.

“Hey sugar, you busy this Friday?” Luke asked now that the line-up had disappeared.

“Just for you? I’m always busy.” Smirking slightly at her comeback, (y/n) felt him grab her backside. “Of course you are, sweetheart. Found that soulmate of yours yet? You haven’t, have you? Yours is probably a freak in a ditch.” Wide-eyed and very close to tearing the man's throat out for daring touching her and say anything about her non-existent soulmate, (y/n) attempted to calm herself down. Naturally, some part of her still believed it was possible but she quickly squashed the rising hope.

“I’ll give you five seconds to remove your hand from my girlfriend before I hit you so hard you're going to be seeing stars and stripes for the next hour.” Upon hearing the gruff and stern tone, Luke swiftly moved his hand and looked up into the blue eyes of a very tall and buff man.

“Look, man, no problem. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, let alone one that isn’t her soulmate.”

“Yet, if she didn’t I’d still kick your ass. Especially if I was her soulmate. Didn’t your momma ever teach you it’s not nice to touch girls without their permission or did she take one look at you and realise what a pig you were? Must be a real shame that you have to force yourself on a girl to even get them to consider you. You’d be a poor excuse for a soulmate.” (Y/n) broke out into a manic grin and with one hand on her hip, she turned to look at Luke’s face.

The guy stood there shell-shocked, unable to form a word. His face shone bright red as the blue-eyed man’s speech caught a lot of customers attention and they were all waiting for the situation to explode. Luke, shaking his head, all but ran to the back kitchen area to avoid everyone’s gazes.

Laughing, (y/n) turned to the tall man. “I haven’t seen Luke look like that since… well never. But thank you, not even my useless manager could do anything.” The blonde haired man smiled down brightly at her.

“No problem ma’am. Sorry about the uh, girlfriend suggestion.”

“It’s no problem, really. Thank you for actually saying something. Not a lot of people usually do, they just act like it's not there.” (Y/N) wasn’t going to cry at all, in fact, she felt the hate-fire lick her insides like poison. Yearning to combust, like an explosion and burn Luke to a crisp.

“Steve did you order- oh, I see you’ve met (y/n).”

“Clint! I didn’t think you’d be coming in today. You’re late for your appointment with the coffee doctor. Your friend here just became my personal hero.” Clint glanced between Steve’s puppy-dog eyes to (y/n)’s unusually brightened face.

“Is he now? Want to join us today (y/n)? C’mon, go on your break.”

“I could use one after that incident, just let me grab our usuals. What can I get for you, Steve?” Hearing his name, Steve was woken out of his stupor.

“Uh, I’ll have the same as Clint’s having.”

“No problem, just give me five. These are on the house, boyfriend.” Steve broke out into a somewhat shy smile, hand rubbing his neck. Clint just looks between the two, wondering what the hell just went on.

Sitting down at the table, (y/n) bought her coffee to her lips and sighed in content. Being able to sit down for the first time today felt like heaven on (y/n)’s feet. “So how have you been (y/n)?” Clint asked sweetly. “Still soul mate-less? Still wasting your pretty face in a place like this?”

“Ha. Ha,” She sarcastically laughed before continuing. “Yes, soul mate-less and unfortunately, not all of us get the chance to put their pretty face to use like you Clint, we have to try to make a living in this economy.”

“Haha, yeah I can imagine. I still can’t believe that asshole is bothering you, I’ve threatened him so many times.”

“Yeah, well you’re as menacing as a newborn pup, Clint. I think he’ll leave me alone now though. He thinks Mr Hero over here is my boyfriend.”

“I can’t believe the audacity of that punk, touchin’ a lady like that” Steve finally intervenes, the Brooklyn accent slipping through his deep voice.

Clint looked slightly nervous as (y/n) inspected Steve, she was extremely intelligent and perceptive. It didn’t take long for her to figure out who he was from his language, stance and attitude. “Clint, why and how the hell is Captain America here. No offence, but whoever he goes trouble is never far behind. Or so the stories go from freakin’ 70 years ago.” Clint smirked at (y/n) and then Steve, who was gobsmacked that she had worked it out so easily.

“Well, he needed to get some air, he’s been cooped up too long.”

After half an hour, (Y/n) said goodbye to Mr America and fly-boy, then decided to clock off early. Her manager wouldn’t notice anyway and she wasn’t in the mood for Luke.

———

Its been a week since (y/n) had coffee with the guys and she finally has a day off. It turned out boring though. With no one to call or hang out, (y/n) decided she was going to go for a walk. Putting her headphones in, she ignored the rest of the world and headed straight for the small park a couple blocks down.

She could see the kids playing some game of tag on the semi-abandoned street and smiled lightly, heading for the small gate to the park. As (y/n)’s hand touched the gate to push it open, a rumble shook her on her feet. Glancing around, (y/n) could see everyone else was unaffected but also looking around for an answer, like herself.

A seemingly second wave of larger earth-shattering rumbles shook the ground beneath her feet, instantly knocking (y/n) to the ground. Thinking it was an earthquake, (y/n) yelled for the kids to get inside. As she did so a giant portal opened up in the sky and green specs of something were coming through the large opening. The portal was lined with a blue shimmer and within it seemed like the dark, never-ending abyss of space.

“No way…” Suddenly her tattoo roared to life and began burning like someone was branding her. (Y/n) thought she actually heard the sizzle and pop of melting skin. A loud hurricane-like sound infiltrated her ears and when the pain became too much (y/n) finally released an equally earth-shattering scream; clamping her hands over her ears. When the noises stopped and she found herself within the inner streets of Manhattan, in the heat of the invasion.

It had been an hour of (y/n) running around the streets trying to get people to safety. Something within her told her this is what she should be doing, not cowering away. She had managed to grab an aliens weapon from the ground and began shooting at anyone that wasn’t human.

She wasn’t a great shot, but it was warning enough for some creatures to stay back from the smaller human.

“Go, get into the subway!” (Y/n) yelled as people instinctively listened, looking for direction and leadership in their panicked states. They piled down the stairs to the underground in mass amounts, some being trampled and others falling down the stairs.

Upon hearing a screech, of what (y/n) now knew was the creatures from above, she began shooting a couple of the aliens anywhere she could land a shot. Others began to approach her rather than the crowds as she became the bigger threat. Unaware of some people who were filming her from high above and from their safe spots.

A giant arm suddenly flew out of nowhere and hit her in the gut, causing her to fly backwards and into a wall. (Y/n) heard and felt a crack from multiple places, mostly her shoulder and head. Coughing she tried to sit up, a hiss leaving her lips as she held her shoulder.

(Y/n) kept her eyes closed, needing a moment to pretend this was all one big horrific bad dream that her mind had managed to put together. A trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of her mouth as she hissed in pain. Once she managed to open her eyes, (y/n) knew this wasn’t a dream, the pain all across her body was too real.

Hearing a cry above all other noises, (y/n) moved her eyes to find a horrifying scene of a boy cornered by four aliens, with their guns all aimed at him. it was strange that they had aimed four of their guns upon one child. Until a flash of a flying liquid was seen in the air.

The boy was controlling a small amount of water... he was a mutant. In all her days (y/n) had never seen a mutant in real life. She’d seen the videos and the news reports but never had she actually seen one. Shaking her head, (y/n) tried to keep her thoughts clear. It didn’t matter if he was a mutant. The child clearly was new to the power and wasn’t equipped for confrontation; powers or no powers.

“C’mon…” she whispered to herself, trying to stand. “Hey!” (Y/n) yelled, however in the heat of battle it sounded like a whisper. Pushing herself up using her arms, (y/n) felt her shoulder was definitely shattered, possibly some of her ribs and there was blood dripping down her face.

“STOP!” Again, she yelled but they decided to ignore her. Standing up to her full height, (y/n) breathed in deeply before releasing an almighty roar which could rival a lion.

“I SAID STOP!” Some green flash came over her and the aliens faced their new opponent only to see their current master, Loki.

“Leave him alone. You want to pick on someone, pick on me.” To say the Chitauri were confused were an understatement. Instead of fighting, like (y/n) had anticipated, they fled the scene altogether, confusing her. Shaking her dizzy head, (y/n) moved as quickly as she could over to the frozen, wide-eyed boy.

“Hey, are you alright?” (Y/n) came over to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You… you just … who-who are you?” The boy was clearly in shock and very lost, (y/n) glanced in his eyes and asked his name.

“B-Ben.” (y/n) smiled softly, before leading him gently to the subway stairs

“Its okay Ben, this will all be over soon. Go down there and stay hidden, it's too dangerous up here, even for superheroes like you.” The boy stared at her once again before smiling brightly at the term ‘superhero’ and throws his arms around her neck mumbling, “thank you, weird spaceman.” The boy (y/n) now knew as Ben, ran down the stairs as she frowned.

“Spaceman? What a weird kid.” Another green flash overcame (y/n), causing her to jump back in surprise, however before she could ponder this when a very strange over noise was heard over her. Looking up, (y/n)’s world stopped.

“Shit.”

LOKI’S P.O.V

Flying throughout the buildings, even destroying some in the process, Loki couldn’t have felt more successful. The invasion was going as planned and it shouldn’t be too long until he conquered this small part of the world. The next step- the whole of Midgard. It would be easy if they were this feeble, scrambling for shelter everywhere on this dull planet.

Further on Loki asked the Chitauri driving to stop, hearing the loud calls of a woman over the crowd. Not wanting to miss out on the torture, Loki looked down to find the woman was not screaming in pain but rather yelling commands to other mortals to get underground. Wielding one of his soldier's guns, she was shooting rather well and looked like a fierce warrior, piquing his curiosity.

Loki laughed nonetheless as if it made a difference where they scuttled to. Suddenly a Chitauri used his arm to send the woman flying into a brick wall and something in Loki shifted like his heart had missed a couple beats as the woman landed. Taking deep breaths, Loki stood from his seat with wide eyes and a hand over his heart. His breathing was not returning to normal and the girl was barely moving.

What is this? Loki thought. Eyes narrowing in on the woman, he watched as the woman sat up and was looking at a boy being surrounded by his soldiers. Feebly she began yelling as they ignored her until finally, she stalked towards them. With a ferocity of a thousand Asgardians, the woman bellowed.

“I SAID STOP!” Making even Loki’s breathing halt once again.

Suddenly, before the creatures could turn, Loki watched as a very familiar bright green lining surrounded her body and unexpectedly...she was Loki. Transformed by some kind of magic, Loki believed. A manic grin overtook his face, this woman seemed to possess similar if not the same abilities as himself. Another Asgard on this dull Earth? What are the chances?

When the Chitauri fled at the sight of ‘him’, the girl did not change back until the boy was underground.

“Lower us to the ground.” His heart thumped heatedly for the first time in a long while.

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(Y/n)’s P.O.V

The hover noise contained one of the aliens and a very attractive man. Slowly, as the small craft landed, he gracefully stepped down to face her. The clothing did not belong to anything from this planet and besides the more humanoid appearance, he was definitely anything but human.

“Hello, petal.” With a smile like his Cheshire cat one, (y/n) knew she was in trouble. Eyes widening, her tattoo burning like it did before; except this time she was prepared.

“I am Loki, of Asgard. Now, who in all the realms, are you?”

(Y/n)’s breathing hitched and she couldn’t stop some form of tears forming in her eyes. Both from relief and shock.

“It’s you....”

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 16

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit.

RATING: T

NOTES: So sorry for the delay, as usual. I really wish that I could publish these chapters more quickly for you all. Perhaps that shall be my resolution for the new year.. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I think many of you shall be pleased with what transpires in this chapter ♥︎

A layer of fog thinly roamed within the perimeter of the garden as I entered through the lofty iron gates the following morning. There was an essence of undisturbed tranquility in that early hour, a feeling that I would have usually cherished. But at that particular moment, all I could feel was apprehension for what was to come.

My eyelids had not once fallen shut following my master’s departure from my room due to the state of uncertainty that his words had placed me in. I was not entirely sure what he had meant, nor of how he wished to alter my present situation - as I didn’t want anything about it to change. But what came to mind was that his decisions were being influenced by Lavinia in some way, as if he was the puppet and she the manipulating puppeteer.

As I continued to walk upon the neatly trimmed paths of the garden, I began to wonder if my master had not yet awoken and if I was the sole dweller of the enclosed space. I proceeded to make my way around, the tall hedges situated about partially obscuring my view now and again. It wasn’t until I entered into the small semi-circular area near the back of the garden that I saw that I wasn’t alone. He faced away from me, and I noticed that his arms were securely clasped behind his back in contemplation. He must have heard the rustling of my skirts, for he then turned around. Even at a distance, it appeared that Loki had fallen into the very same predicament as I the following night. Dark circles were apparent underneath his fevered eyes: an indicator that he too had not gotten any rest.

He took his time eyeing my person as I walked closer to him, paying special attention to the garments in which I was wearing. It seemed that they were what attracted him most, and I shortly found out the reason for this. “You’re wearing dark colors again.” He acknowledged with evident distaste, forgoing a proper greeting. “Why?”

I decided to be straightforward with my answer, as I knew that I would ultimately regret hiding my true feelings from him. “I thought the color suitable, sir, in regards to the news you are to tell me.” “But I hoped you would be pleased by my news.” “Pleased?” I repeated with disbelief, a heavy sigh escaping my mouth.“Pleased to know that you are to marry, sir?” “Yes.” He answered succinctly. His brusque manner of speaking pained me. What had caused him to become so impassive? He seemed uncommonly rigid and reserved.

“I love Heathcote, more than any other place in the world, but now I’m afraid I must prepare to leave it.” I gasped for air as this thought consumed my mind. I pictured myself situated inside a carriage in my traveling frock and bonnet, my luggage situated on top of the vehicle’s roof as I was driven further and further away from the only place that I now called home. I tried to further convince myself of accepting this prospect with what I next said. “And leave it I shall. At the first opportunity.. before today’s breakfast is even set on the table.” “You don’t have to.” The detached tone of his voice caused me to become infuriated at once. “I must, sir, for I couldn’t bear to live here with that self-absorbed woman, in which her sole purpose will be to turn me away from you!” I loudly vociferated, but I swiftly grew soft with despair. “And I don’t wish for that to happen, sir… I don’t wish to loose you. But she stands between us, and it is she that you shall ultimately choose over myself.”

He said nothing in response, and I feared that my words had agitated him. He walked away to stand before one of the beautiful rosebushes and I slowly followed behind him. “I forget sometimes that no matter how clever you are, you are still just an inexperienced child when it comes to certain matters.” He reflected as he reached out and cradled a rose in his hand. A few petals of the delicate flower became loose from this action and lazily drifted to the mound of soil below. “It has been wrong of me to mislead you for so long.” He admitted, with his back still facing me. “How have you misled me, sir?”

He suddenly turned around and leant down to meet my height, and before I could even conceive what he was about to do, he took my face in his hands and guided his soft lips to collide with mine in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss. When I became fully aware of the sensation of his lips on mine, I was so surprised that I staggered backwards and touched my right hand to my agape mouth, in which a startled gasp escaped from.

I felt a flush rising to my cheeks; the lingering feeling of his lips on my mouth confirmed that he had indeed kissed me, despite how I could scarcely believe it. I had never been kissed before, and was therefore struck dumb by what he had just done. My fingertips fleetingly traced the place my lips where his had just been, as I continued to gaze at him with widened eyes. A distraught look passed across his features, signaling that he greatly feared the consequences of his impetuousness. “I deeply apologize, Victoria. I could not control myself just then.”

“I-I just don’t understand, sir.” I quietly spoke up once I reclaimed my voice. “I thought your affections to already be engaged. To Lavinia.” “I rescinded my courtship invitation on the night of the ball. That is why we left so hastily the following morning.” Details of that trip began to resurface, and I recalled that he had said that “certain measures” had to be carried out on his part. While I had believed this to be his proposal to Lavinia, had he actually intended it to be the upheaval of their relationship? “What?” I asked, positively baffled. “But why?” “Lavinia is nothing to me! Don’t you understand? It’s you that I want.” He took my hands desperately and pulled me even closer to him. “Your soul, and mine, are one in the same, my darling girl. I offer you my hand, my heart, and all of my possessions. I want you to pass your life with me at your side, and, most especially, for you to remain here at Heathcote.”

I persisted in asking questions, even though I was greatly taken aback by his confession. “But I was under the impression that you had been Lavinia’s suitor for a while now - for quite some time before you took me on as your ward.” “I was, but it was when I first met you that everything changed.” He admitted openly. I couldn’t suppress the low chuckle that left my mouth. “What is it?” He asked in a concerned tone of voice. “You state that your affections altered upon our first meeting, and yet you persisted in neglecting me. I had never felt so lonely before in my life then in those initial days here. You hurt me, sir, both emotionally and physically, and you drove me to the moors, where I could have very well perished if you had not found me in time.”

“Oh Victoria, do forgive me. I swear that that was not my intent. I was foolish to think that treating you poorly would diminish my affection for you. Your very presence at Heathcote tormented me so that I could hardly sleep nor eat. I wished to talk and get to know you more, but for some reason I could not bring myself to do so. I know I have alluded to it before, but I was quite intimidated by you - you small, stern, beautiful and highly clever creature. ”

I blinked at him a few times, utterly convinced that I must still be in my bed and that what was playing out was all a dream. But as I placed a hand onto my master’s chest, I realized that it was not. He was no phantom of my imagination, but as corporeal of a being as you or I, dear reader. He further fortified this supposition of mine by placing his own hand above my own, which must have felt all aquiver in his tender grasp. I had hardly any cognition over my body at that moment, you see.

“Are you in earnest, sir? I-I can hardly believe you..” I shakily inquired as I searched his eyes, pleading for him to confirm that he was indeed being honest. “Yes, my dear. Please, take me as your husband.” “My husband?” I repeated in awe. “Yes.” He answered with a sigh and then a faint chuckle, and I noticed that a few tears brimmed in his eyes. He cupped my cheek with his opposite hand. “I love you, Victoria. Will you be mine?”

I smiled, his words so full of promise, and yet I still could hardly believe what he was suggesting. It had been me, all this time? When he had referred to the wedding ring at the picnic, and the subject of yesterday night’s conversation.. he had not been referring to Lavinia at all, but to me? I was thinking this over for longer then I realized, as he spoke up once again, impatiently awaiting my answer. “I do hope that your silence does not bode that you are in opposition to my intentions?” “Oh, Loki. No, of course not.” I hastily responded, which left me rather breathless when I softly uttered these next words: “Yes… I am yours.” We exchanged smiles before I stood up on the tips of my toes to kiss him once again. The tenderness and unity that enveloped me along with his embrace caused me to silently weep, and I was convinced in that moment that I would never be inclined to feel loneliness again. Before he could notice my tears, I wrapped my arms about him and placed my head on his chest. And as his body encircled my own, and he repeatedly placed kisses upon the top of my head, all that ran through my mind was:

“I am his. I am his.”

The state of bliss that fell upon me after Loki’s proposal was perpetual and seemed as if no impediment would ever thwart it. Following what had occurred in the garden, we had walked together hand in hand back into the mansion, and as I meant to go forward down the corridor and descend the stairs into the servant’s area to tell the others of the news, Loki had held me back to greedily steal a few more kisses from off of my lips.

We both eventually made it downstairs, where Loki shared the news, calling me his ‘darling little bride’, which caused the servants to place down their forks and knives with astonishment, as they had been in the middle of their breakfast, and get up to happily congratulate the two of us. Besides Elsie, I don’t think any of the others had any indication of our relationship, or that Lavinia was no longer in the picture. But then again, I also was still not entirely convinced of Loki’s revelation due to how surreal it all seemed.

Later that day, I had rode on Arabella to the Blythe’s farm on my own to tell Agnes of the news. I had found her alone in the kitchen preparing an early supper and initially acted as nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred to me. Nevertheless, once I did inform her of Loki’s proposal, she screamed with glee and jumped over to hug me, all the while taunting me by saying over and over that she had been right all along. Her parents, who were out surveying the farmland at the time to make preparations for the upcoming planting season, had run back to the house in a fright, as they did not know the true reason for Agnes’s screams, but they were equally as pleased and surprised by the news once it was communicated to them.

I returned home just in time for afternoon tea, which was to be served today in Loki’s study. Walking into the room, I found him sitting at his desk, his attention invested in a large stack of papers, which undoubtedly concerned his many tenants. At once he noticed my presence and gazed up at me with a huge smile upon his lips. He unfurled himself from his damask chair and slowly ambled towards me. “Hello my darling.” He said, lowering his tall stature to briefly kiss me, which I still was not entirely used to him doing. “How did Agnes and her parents take the news?” “It was rather unexpected for them, not unlike how the servants responded, but they deeply expressed their congratulations nevertheless.” “That was very nice of them to do so. They shall of course be invited to our wedding.” “Do you already have a date planned?” I inquired with curiosity. He chuckled. “Not just yet, as I wished for your opinion before I settled on one.”

It was then that both Elsie and Mrs. Cunningham strolled into the room with the trays of teas and pastries, which they situated on the low table before the tufted green velvet sofa. After thanking them, they exited the room, sealing the door shut as they did so. He sat closely besides me on the sofa, the tiered pleats of my taffeta dress practically spilling onto his lap. I had changed from the dull charcoal grey half-mourning frock that I had worn early this morning to one of a deep mauve purple, which looked rather vibrant against the dark sofa beneath me.

“I don’t believe I have ever personally made you a cup of tea before, Victoria. May I?” He kindly suggested. “Of course, that is if you can prove to me that you can prepare an excellent cup to my liking.” He raised an eyebrow and scrutinized me after I said this. “Oh really? Is that a challenge?” “Yes, indeed, sir.” I boldly asserted.

With a smirk he proceeded to prepare a cup of tea for myself, and I found his confidence highly amusing. After he was done, and the liquid was briefly swished around with a silver tea spoon, he lifted the rose patterned cup and saucer off from the table and into my hands. He looked onwards with anticipation as I guided the cup to my lips. Taking a sip, I found that his efforts were satisfactory, and this was conveyed by the small smile I wore. “I must applaud you sir, for I am most content with my tea.” I took another sip before speaking again, while he continued to relish in this minor accomplishment of his and made his own cup - solely with milk, which I mentally noted for future reference. “How ever did you guess what I would prefer?” I inquired with genuine curiosity. “It’s all rather easy, my dear. I can tell, for a girl like yourself, that you do not wish to overindulge in a taste that is purely sweet, but that you would rather savor one that is balanced, softened and light to the palate.” These words rolled off his tongue like honey, and I found myself momentarily entranced. For a minute I believed he was attempting to seduce me. “Therefore,” He continued. “You prefer more milk to sugar.”

“That is all rather impressive, sir, but am I really so easy to read?” “Oh no, not at all. On the contrary, you may be the only one that I know closely in which I can never predict your true thoughts or feelings. It can be rather frustrating at times.” He furrowed his brow in deep thought and looked over my head and away. “Well, Loki, if you wish to know my present thoughts, they are as follows: ‘that I still can’t entirely fathom the idea that the man whom I love wholeheartedly is to be my other half in life’.”

His attention immediately returned back to me after I revealed my true thoughts, and he took the cup out of my hands so that he could hold me closely. “Oh my pet, you don’t know how much you please me by saying that.” He let out a rugged sigh of relief. “In the past, I had many a time believed that I would never hear such words of adoration leave your lips, and that such hopes of winning your heart would always be out of my reach.”

Resting my head upon his shoulders, our eyes remained glued to one another until he broke this contact when placing a tender kiss upon my forehead. One of my hands enclosed around his and my index finger traced the engraved letters of his signet ring as he awaited my answer.

“I promise that I shall prevent you from feeling that way ever again, sir, for here I am, within reach, and I do not wish to go far without you at my side from now on.” I passionately expelled these words, which felt as though they came from the deepest cavity of my heart. I don’t believe that I had ever uttered a statement as assertive, feverish and true as this one. “Thank you for saying that, Victoria. Thank you.” He softly answered, cradling me even more closely to him.

I speculated that he genuinely became emotionally overcome by my response, for he ceased to speak for awhile afterwards. He just continued to hold my hand and trail his fingertips along my left side, and these gestures of affection held a higher significance to me then he could ever possibly know. For it had felt to me that I had waited lifetimes for these moments… lifetimes to be loved by someone that is my equal.

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The girl from the village part 2

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Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Fluff. One sexual reference.

Word count: 2k

Summary: Still grieving for her husband’s death, Captain America is the last person Y/N expects to show up at her door. Their fate is connected in a peculiar way, one that sparks an unusual friendship. Yet Y/N still isn’t sure she wants to be included in this particular narrative.

A/N: written for @nataliarxmanxva and the prompt is in italics. I know this first part is extremely heavy, but the second part will be much lighter, I promise!

Series masterlist can be found here

“I’ve been wondering when you’d come and pay me a visit.” His light grey eyes are revealed the moment you set foot inside the room, eyelashes fluttering with divine elegance despite his charcoal black hair and the chains binding his hands together. “The girl from the village. The Captain’s girl, am I right?”

Eyeing him suspiciously, a question mark burning on the tip of your tongue, you inch closer to his cell. “You are Loki, right?”

With a sly smile, the imprisoned God of mischief confirms your suspicions. “I am indeed. Loki Laufeyson of Jotunheim, at your service.” He bows down for you, feigning diligence and respect, amused by your curiosity and the insecurity of your actions reflected in those Y/E/C eyes.

There’s a photograph burning in your back pocket, and as soon as you show it to the God, a fraudulent grin paints his eyes a shade darker. “A doppelganger, how endearing.”

“Do you know who he is?,” you question the God, eyes focused on his flawless face.

“I don’t,” Loki replies honestly, his voice trailing off in a suspicious whisper.

“He is a drama teacher and lives here in New York. His name is Tom. He is married to a preschool teacher and they have a son, Harry.”

“Tom…” Loki repeats his name with a certain sass. “A drama teacher? Married to a preschool teacher? How boring a life must he lead…”

Scoffing at this insult you show a second picture, one you sneaked out of Steve’s wallet when we went on his morning run today, and hold it against the glass so Loki can inspect it closely. “This girl… is she my doppelganger?”

Loki scrunches up his nose in contempt once the word falls from your lips. “Seems like it.” Taking a few steps back, he shakes his head with a dark chuckle. “You obviously don’t know much about the way the universe works, don’t you, girl?”

Feeling a little insulted by his comment, you cross your arms over your chest and stuff the pictures away in your jacket. “Before I came to New York, I didn’t know about any of this.” You gesture around you, emphasising your words. “But I’ve been around for quite some time now, yet I’m still new to all of this.”

“I can see that,” he huffs, cocking his head to the side to scrutinise you. “Do you know why the universe created doppelgangers?” With his hands, Loki attempts to conjure an image in your mind but all magic is blocked by Stark’s technology. His powers only work inside of this vault and therefore cannot reach you. Dropping his hands again with a deep groan of frustration, balling them into fists, he squints his eyes at the girl from the village in front of him.

“Doppelgangers are a glitch in the system designed by the universe. You and I,” he points towards you and then back to himself, “Are a glitch in the system of the universe. We were created for the sole purpose of cleaning up the mess. Or at least you are. And that man, what’s his name again?”

“Tom,” you whisper in a frail voice, intimidated by the God’s antics.

“The thread of life failed to bring the girl in that picture and your Captain into the same storyline, and so they created another. You. And it also just so happens that this man you’ve shown me, this Tom,” he utters the name with yet another growl of disgust, “is another way of the universe rubbing more salt into the wound.”

“Tom was created so the balance would be restored, the injustice that has fallen upon me would be corrected. At least he gets to be happy,” Loki scoffs haughtily. “Because you see, girl from the village, doppelgangers aren’t meant for happiness. They are meant for a far less exhilarating fate. They are the stitches preventing two souls from ripping apart. They are… How do you call it nowadays? They are rebound.”

You pretend there’s no hurt behind your eyes, that you are not shocked by the revelations you’ve encountered today. “Thank you for pointing that out to me,” you respond flatly, the mockery in Loki’s nature reflected in the cunning grin tugging on his lips.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he grins sardonically, bowing his head again as if to scorn you. “I rarely get any visitors these days. Not even my own brother, unless he has come to take me back to Asgard. So I must admit your presence, sweet Y/N, has lessened the solitude of my captivity considerably.”

The flirty tone to his voice is unmistakable, and it makes your stomach turn in disgust. “Don’t flatter me. You’re just some puny God, you don’t deserve my attention,” you mumble under your breath, turning your back to the dark-haired man.

“You were gone for too long,” you breathe softly into Steve’s neck, whining when he wants to kick off his sweaty workout gear first and slowly detaches you from his lap.

“I’m training for the New York marathon, baby,” the blond whispers into your ear while pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your throat.

With a scoff, you slip out of his lap and slide onto the edge of the bed so you can watch him change, ogling him without shame or apology. He is your boyfriend after all. “You don’t need to train for the New York marathon, Steve,” you huff with a half-smile as the corner of your lip twitches in appreciation once the super soldier takes his shirt off.

“But I want to,” he retorts with a boyish grin, catching you stare at him with greedy eyes and grabby hands. Kicking off his pants and boxers next, he shuffles over to the closet to grab himself a new pair. Rolling your eyes at him, you chuckle darkly once his pert ass sparks your interest. “And because Sam asked me to.”

Steve then returns to the bed and curls up next to you. “How was your morning, Y/N?,” he sighs into your hair, peppering your face with tiny, soft kisses.

Biting your lower lip, you cast your eyes downwards when you mentally prepare yourself for Steve’s reaction. You weren’t going to tell him at first, but then on your way back from Loki’s cell you ran into Natasha Romanoff. She didn’t say anything but one raised brow from the redhead is enough to raise your walls and watch your step. She will eventually talk to you about it, if she hasn’t talked to Steve about it already.

“I went to see him,” you admit gingerly, shifting uncomfortably in the sheets as you gaze at Steve from the corner of your eye. “Loki. I went to see Loki.”

The Captain is quiet for a few seconds before a long, tired exhale breaks his distant posture. “I know.”

Eyeing him with surprise evidently etched onto your face, you put your hand in front of your mouth to muffle your gasp. “You know? Did – Did Natasha tell you?”

“No, I haven’t seen her yet so she didn’t tell me anything. I just –“ Steve takes your hands in his and rests his forehead on your collarbone, tightening his arms around your waist. “I knew that sooner or later you’d go to see him. You deserve answers. You deserve to know and who am I to stop you? I am just a man who loves you.”

“And I am just a woman who loves you,” you reply in a heartbeat, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his head. “Steve… I’m sorry I went behind your back.”

“Don’t apologise, baby,” Steve hums to your skin, pecking your pulse point with his tender lips. “Did you learn anything from your visit?”

With calculated precision, you reveal Loki’s explanation to Steve’s eager ears, careful to not hurt him as much as Loki hurt you with his snide remarks. How doppelgangers aren’t meant for a joyful life and are just a simple means to an end. Nevertheless, as you take your lover’s feelings into account, you forget to listen to your own emotions and as soon as you feel yourself cascade down the staircase of your own insecurities during a silent dance macabre, you find solace in Steve’s warmth.

His heart is in his eyes and on his tongue as he comforts you. “Loki gets off on hurting people, Y/N, I warned you about that.”

Clinging onto his chest as you lower your head and turn your body so you can rest your cheek on Steve’s chest, your eyes flutter closed at the soft timbre of his chest heaving up and down in rhythmic breathing. “I know, I know. But it still hurt to hear that I wasn’t even part of the big plan in the first place.”

“If that is in fact true,” Steve announces in his no-nonsense Avenger voice, “Then it doesn’t really matter because you are here now, with me, in our bed, in our bedroom, in our apartment and on our floor.”

It makes you giggle and Steve breaks character as soon as your hearty laugh rumbles through your lungs and infects your soldier, too. “I love you, sweet Y/N. I don’t care if you were part of the bigger plan. You are part of my plan and that’s what matters most.”

“You’re such a softie,” you comment on Steve’s impromptu declaration of love. “I’m glad you came looking for me.”

“I’m glad you look like Naomi,” you smiles down at you and you hit his knee with your own as payback for such a sneaky comment. “Ow! No, seriously, though,” Steve is quick to correct himself, “Thanks to your resemblance to Naomi, I found the love of my life.”

Upon gazing into his eyes, your heart flutters out of your chest thanks to the wings Steve’s love has given it. “Those are big words, Captain.”

Chuckling happily, he captures your lips in a loving kiss. “You’re forgetting I am a big man. So big words to match a big man.”

“Oh, you’re big alright,” you joke suggestively, your sultry look inching down to his boxer briefs. Steve erupts into a bouldering laugh, clutching his side from laughing too hard as he shakes awake your dog, Scout. With loud barks and a waggling tail, the now not so little pup jumps onto the bed to give his parents some attention.

Scratching behind Scout’s ears while he licks your cheek repeatedly, you look over at Steve who watches you with a boyish grin, happy to finally see all the pieces to the puzzle fall in place. “I remember when we first came out as a couple and told the team. I recall Bucky going all ‘I knew it! Friends don’t share the same bed!’ and Natasha snickering in turn because of course she’d known for a long time.”

As you mimic Bucky’s voice, Steve shakes his head and coos Scout over to his side. The dog nestles himself at Steve’s head, allowing you some more quality time as Steve presses you closer to his torso. “In the beginning, we were also just friend sharing the same bed.”

“I wasn’t ready to come to terms with the past, to bury the hatchet and reconcile with myself. But I am now, all thanks to you. Now I’m ready for whatever comes next because I know you’ll be by my side throughout it all. For I am just a woman who loves you.”

“And I am just a man who loves you,” Steve repeats softly, pressing his nose to yours in a moment of intimacy, when you’re just staring into each other’s eyes without saying another word. It is then that he realises Naomi was right. She was not the right girl for him. She might’ve been his first, but Y/N will definitely be his last.

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