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noshitbarnes · 1 year

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World's Apart: Chapter 2

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!OFC, Steve x Goddess!OFC

Summary: Alina, the Goddess of healing, was cast out of Asgard by Odin, but has recently returned home under secrecy. Just when she believes her secret is safe, she's summoned to help heal Thor, who has grown ill since taking the thrown. Suddenly, Alina is forced to be around Loki while trying to help heal his brother. Will she be able to live in the castle with Thor and Loki again or does her heart belong back on Midgard?

Warnings: angst, Loki being a tease

Word Count: 3,092

Notes: From now on Alina will be referred to by her Goddess name, Eir, since she's not in hiding anymore! I hope you guys like this chapter, let me know!

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“So you’re not dead then?” Loki said flatly.

Eir takes a deep breath and looks into his ocean blue eyes that are now narrowed at her, “No, I’m not.”

There was an awkward silence while Loki continues to stare at her intensely, he then walks over to the window, turning his back. After a moment Heimdall broke the silence, “How about we let Thor rest?”

She glances at Heimdall and then to Thor, “Yes, of course.” She glances at the ground running a hand through her hair before making her way toward the door, “Um,” she turns around to look at Loki, who was still facing the window, she sighs and turns to the head lady in the room, “if there is any change in Thor's condition, please come and get me? Even if it’s the slightest.” the woman smiles and nods.

Eir turns to leave and begins walking down the long hallway, in no rush, she decides to admire the beauty of the castle, missing her former home. She missed the peacefulness of it, a simpler time. Smiling to herself, she could almost see her young self running around the courtyard with Sif, when life hadn't hurt either of them yet, she even missed swapping books with Loki, sparring with Thor, and learning magic from Frigga. She stops at the terrace that overlooked the garden, walks outside, and decides to watch the sunset for a while before heading back to the village that she called home now.

Frigga. The queen taught Eir the basics of magic and truly made her the healer she was today, she missed her dearly. Eir always knew how to do healing spells, she was taught by her own mother, but Frigga expanded her knowledge of magic and made it fun. Frigga taught her how to do illusions, protection spells, and how to defend herself if ever the time came, which looking back it's almost as if the queen knew she would need it one day. She was amazing, so brilliant, and so kind. Honestly, she was more of a mother to Eir than her own. Her own mother was rarely around, she never knew the true story, but one day Eir ended up living in noble housing and becoming Frigga’s handmaiden. Not knowing why her mother left had always been a shadow over her life, but sometimes knowing the truth can make things worse, all Eir knew was that once she started living in the castle, her life got so much better.

Eir was still a young lady when she first began to live within the palace. Frigga was so welcoming, her whole family truly was, they treated her as if she was no different. Odin had his flaws, he wasn’t exactly a great father-like figure to have around. He never treated her as a daughter, only as a warrior, which was fine since Eir wasn’t his daughter anyway. Allfather had too high of expectations for her once he discovered her gifts, which is why he punished her so greatly once he discovered her betrayal. Thor and Sif were, quiet frankly, Eir's biggest fans and her best friends. They both helped train her for battle, to which she became quiet well-versed with a sword and bow staff. Loki on the other hand, was a puzzling one for her to figure out. It seemed that Eir was one of the few he would talk to, when they did speak, it was either about books or he would just flirt. Not that Eir minded the flirting, at least she didn't think she did at the time, but sometimes he took it too far; either he got too close, would touch her cheek, or get too suggestive, and she would always have to remind him of who she was and what she could do. Which would just spur him on even more.

Eir sighs as she looks out onto the city once more, wishing she could've had more time with Frigga, could’ve been a better student, a better woman. She felt so guilty for letting the queen down and being cast out. Frigga never said she blamed her for what happened, she even tried to help when things started to go side ways, but even she couldn't say the boy. Yet somehow, even that wasn't enough to calm Odin and his all-powerful rage. Even as Allfather was stripping Eir of her status, Frigga stood beside him and wept.

“Eir?”

Eir is pulled out of her thoughts when she hears her name, from a voice she hasn't heard in so long, she turns and sees Sif. She smiles, having not been so happy to see another in so many years. Sif is wearing her red and silver Asgardian robe, looking dazed and confused, even without her armor and sword, she looks like she could strike anyone down in a second. Eir smiles and walks over to her as she grabs the Goddesses forearm, “I-I thought you were dead!” Eir returns her shake, not sure what to say, Sif looks to her with somber eyes, “You just disappeared one day. I have missed you.”

Eir sighs and looks back out at the sunset, “I'm truly sorry. I have missed you as well, Lady Sif.”

Sif lets go of Eir's arm, “Are you here about Thor?”

“Yes, I actually just left him. I treated him with a healing spell of my own making. Hopefully, that will be enough," she pauses and looks back in the direction of Thor’s room, “I’m not sure what's wrong with him.”

It was quiet a while and then Sif raises an eyebrow, “Loki was trying to heal Thor on his own, with no success. Have you spoken with him?”

Eir sighs in aggravation, “Yes, well I think I offended him when I said his spell may not have been enough.” She walks back out on to the terrace and leans her elbows on the railing, “He had little else to say. Just shocked I’m alive, much like you.”

She follows her out, “I see,” she walks over and stands next to her, “would you mind telling me why you left? It’s been at least 200 years.”

Eir sighs and stands up, “Look,” she glances around to see if anyone is listening, “I made a terrible mistake and it cost someone their life, so Allfather gave me a choice; either be locked away forever or be cast out, never to return. I chose to be cast out.” She shakes her head, “I thought if I was cast out, I could become a better Goddess, and possibly prove myself worthy to be here.” Furrowing her brows she continues, “He chose to send me to Midgard, hoping I would be able to help them with my gifts, which is where I have been. But,” she leans her hip against the railing and stares out at the city, “with my powers, I hear the Asgardians that are in pain. All of them. I hear their cries for help and I feel their agony. It was too much for me, so I silently came back," she chuckles a bit holding back tears, “or at least I thought I did. Nothing gets past Heimdall.”

There was a long pause when Sif says, “Allfather told us you had died.”

Of course he did, it was less embarrassing, for everyone, “He did that to protect me.” Eir hated lying, plus she's never been good at it, never wanted to be good at it. “You need to get better at lying, darling.”

Eir freezes. Even after all these years away, his voice still gave her chills, still caused her hear to skips a beat. She turns to the entryway of the terrace and finds Loki leaning with his back against a gold column, his arms folded across his chest, and smirking. Silently Eir hated after all this time, after everything, her heart still ached for him.

Loki tilts his head slightly, “You haven’t gotten any better at it in the 200 years you’ve been gone.”

Eir glares at him, “How long have you been there?”

He uncrosses his arms and moves away from the column, closer to where the women were standing, “Not long enough to be honest.” He looks Eir up and down, a little too slowly, and smiles.

Eir shifts slightly, feeling vulnerable under his gaze, “Can I help you with something or are you going to continue to stand there and leer?” She snaps not liking the feeling he was giving her.

He chuckles and smiles once more, “Now now, irritable are we?” He moves a bit closer, “I haven’t seen you in a while, darling. I missed the view.” He winks and smirks.

Eir rolls her eyes, despite her racing heart she was loving the attention, it had been a while since anyone had flirted with her. Well, correction, it’ had been a while since she'd allowed anyone to flirt with her. Suddenly Sif grabs ahold of her arm, “Loki, enough.” She pulls her away and the pair start walking toward the dining hall.

As they walked away, Loki laughs, “You’re no fun, Sif.”

The women ignore him and continue walking to the dining hall, “Alright, I hope you’re hungry, Eir, because you will be dinning with me! We are celebrating! The return of a Goddess!” Sif says grinning while almost skipping toward the dining hall.

Eir laughs, loving seeing her so happy, “What am I to tell everyone of my return?”

“The truth since you are a terrible liar.” She chuckles, “I guess that’s one thing Loki has above you.”

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t exactly think a talent at lying is a great thing.”

“I didn’t say it was a good talent.”

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Everyone at dinner wanted to talk to Eir, everyone, including nobles that wanted nothing to do with her before her "death." Then again, it’s not often a Goddess returns from the dead, but still, she was exhausted. She didn’t tell anyone that she was cast out, then again no one asked where she had been, which was mostly due to Sif telling everyone it "wasn't any of your business," which everyone seemed to accept. The other reason was that everyone was too busy drinking to even ask such specific questions. Eir on the other hand rarely drank, she knew what alcohol could do to even the most responsible of a person, so most of the time, she'd take care of the drunk.

“So where will you be staying, Eir?” Sif said giggling. She had been drinking throughout the evening and Eir had become her caretaker. After watching Sif throughout the evening, Eir didn't think she would be able to find her room on her own, so she was helping her back.

“I’m not staying here Sif, I’m going back to my home, in the village.” Eir says as she tries to hold the warrior steady.

Sif frowns and puts her arm around Eir's shoulders, “Really? But you’re taking care of Thor! What if he needs you?”

Eir chuckles at Sif protests, “Then they can come and get me, Heimdall knows where I am.” When the women reach Sif's room, Eir manages to open the door with the warrior still slung around her shoulders. She helps carry her inside, walks over to the bed, and helps Sif into it. She keeps giggling to herself, making Eir smile, "Alright, sleep well, Lady Sif."

“Thank you, Eir, for taking care of me, y-you always have.” Sif manages to slur out. Eir laughs and pulls the covers over her, “Always my pleasure Lady Sif, just get some sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sif doesn’t respond, so Eir assumes she's already passed out. She looks around the room and, luckily, finds a small trash can. She retrieves it and places it at the bedside of her friend, just in case. Quietly shutting the door she smiles, this was one thing she never thought she would miss about her old home. Pursing her lips she decides she needed to check on Thor one last time before getting some sleep herself. As she walks down the hall to Thor’s room a voice stops her, “Thor’s condition hasn’t improved.”

She takes a deep breath, “Would you stop following me?” She turns around to glare at Loki who’s leaning against the wall nearby.

“I am not following you.” He snaps.

"Right cause you always linger by Sif's room late at night," she rolls her eyes and Loki scowls at her, “anyway, I think I should still check on him. He is why I’m here after-all.” She turns to walkaway.

“I’ll accompany you.”

Eir scrunches up her nose as he catches up and the pair walk in silence to Thor’s room. When they get there, Thor is the same, still unconscious, and he hasn’t moved. She sits on the bed next to him and checks him over. His eyes look a little less sunken in and he seems less pale, but she wished he would wake up.

Minutes pass in silence and Eir sighs as she gets up from the bed, “Maybe he’ll be conscious in the morning.” She says quietly to herself. She walks over to Loki, who is standing near the window with his arms crossed, watching Thor, almost scowling at him, but she knew he was worried too. She frowns and looks at the floor, “I don’t know what else to do right now, Loki.”

“We’ll just have to wait a bit longer, I suppose.” He eyes her for a moment and looks back at Thor, “Maybe you should stay here until Thor is well.”

She raises an eyebrow in suspicion, “Beg your pardon?”

He shrugs, “It would be easier to find you here than in that village of yours.” He uncrosses his arms and moves toward the door, “There is a vacant room near mine.”

Eir laughs to myself, “Of course there is.” She eyes him suspiciously.

“What?” He looks to her confused for a moment and then smirks, “I’m actually trying to be a gentlemen for once darling, you might want to take advantage of it.”

She shakes her head, “Fine, but only until Thor is well.”

“We’ll see about that.”

She crosses her arms, “I’m not staying, Loki. I won’t.” He ushers for her to leave Thor’s room and they start walking down the hall in the direction of the newly vacant room.

“Oh please,” Loki chuckles, “Thor isn’t going to allow you to leave once he's awake. Him, Sif, and you were best friends. Inseparable. He isn’t going to just give that up.” he pauses and raises an eyebrow at me, “Not again.” he pauses, “Plus, you know you miss it here. I can see it in your eyes.”

She hesitates but then responds, ”Is it that obvious?”

He nods, “The way you looked out on to the city the other night, you looked like you were reminiscing a bit. Plus, the way your face lights up when walking these halls, it’s actually adorable.”

“Adorable? I don’t know about that.” She looks at the passing walls feeling her cheeks go red.

“You don’t see your face the way I do, darling.”

She shakes her head and looks at the floor as she walks, “Um-uh, I guess not.” She pauses and takes a deep breath, “Regardless, I still can not stay here. Odin cast me out, Thor's not going to want me here if his father did not.” Loki scoffs and she scowls at him, “What?”

He rolls his eyes and comes to a stop, “I don’t know the cause of you being cast out, I honestly don’t care, but you know Thor better than me; even though Odin didn’t want you to be here, he will want you to stay.”

She rolls her eyes, “We'll have that fight when he awakens then.”

Loki looks at the floor and sighs, “So be it.” He points to the room the two were facing, “That is my room,” he then gestures to the one across the hall, “that one is vacant. If you want, it is yours. I won't force you to stay, it’s just an offer.” He moves to wall his room was on, so that he was now in front of her.

Eir nods, “Well, thank you. I know how difficult it is for you to be nice.” She wrinkles her nose a bit and smirks at him.

He chuckles and moves a step closer, “It’s not the easiest thing for me, but it’s not the worst.” She blushes as her heart starts to pick up it's pace.

Loki always knew exactly what to do to make Eir's heart race and he loved every second of it. Their relationship had always been, complicated, if words had to be put to it. They'd flirt, well Loki would flirt, and for the most part Eir would relish in it and the only reason he knew that was because he could read minds. Not that he did it often, but sometimes Eir was a difficult person to read, so he would just sneak a peak, and Loki loved her mind, if that was even possible, but he loved the way he made her feel more. He loved the way she blushed when their hands accidentally touched, if they walked too close together down the hall, or if he purposefully touched her cheek. After all these years, he didn't think she would still get nervous around him, but time apart makes the heart grow fonder he thought. If Loki had one anyway.

Loki chuckles, “Nervous, darling?”

Eir smiles, “Of course not.” Thinking to herself that she really needed to get better at lying.

“You’re face says differently,” he puts a hand on the wall behind her, blocking her from going in to the vacant room, “I've always loved that expression on you.”

She looks at his hand, the one in her way, and back to his face then bites her lip. If she didn’t care about cleaning up her reputation, she would let him have his way with her right now because that's what she really wanted, “I need to get some rest, Loki,” she reaches for his arm, “do you mind moving so I can do so?”

He smirks and pulls his hand away, “Alright, darling. We can pick up where we left off another night then,” he steps back and smiles sweetly, “goodnight.”

She glares at him and walks toward her new room, “Goodnight, Loki.”

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lokidokieokie · 2 years

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Chapter 2 | Sneaking Around The Palace

"I'm bored!"

Medea deadpanned, "It's been ten minutes."

With the Warriors Three and Sif still looking for her, they both were confined to their little alcove for the time being. Much to her chagrin, because sometimes Loki was just a big baby.

"Entertain me." He playfully demanded.

She rolled her eyes, "What am I? The court jester?"

Loki grinned, "If I were to base it on looks alone~"

She picked up a rock and threw a rock at him, "Ow!"

Medea rolled her eyes; she had her work cut out for her, that's for sure.

"Entertain yourself." Loki huffed.

Picking up a stick, she began drawing little images in the dirt. It was a mixture of random things, there was the tree of Yggdrasil, a flower, a smiley face.

Currently though, she was drawing a caricature of Loki's face. Distorting his facial features was the most amusing thing. She began laughing at how ridiculously large she drew his forehead.

Loki, being the little imp he is, waltzed over to see what had gotten her so giddy and was disgusted by what he saw.

"What on Asgard is that?"

She turned to face him, "What does it look like, Lokes?"

He scrunched his nose up, "It looks like some sort of demon creature from Helheim."

Silently giggling she revealed what the image actually was.

He gaped, "I do not look like that!"

She giggled, "But you do, my Prince."

He pouted, "You're a terrible friend."

She playfully gasped, "I'm the best friend anyone could possibly have in the nine."

"I'm bored!"

Medea had about had it with Loki at this point. In the whole two hours they had been stuck in this alcove, he had said that one statement 137 times...and she wasn't exaggerating.

"If you say that sentence one more time, so help me Frigga, you won't have the epithet silver tongue anymore."

He mischievously grinned, "I'd like to see you try, Darling."

With that, she jumped up and ran at him. Loki blanched, quickly realising what he had started, and began to run away.

So, the chase began.

Loki laughed, "You'll never catch me with those little legs, Love."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Her sudden appearance in front of him made him yelp.

Catching his breath, "I should've never taught you how to teleport."

She smiled gleefully, "No, you shouldn't have."

And with that, she proceeded to tackle the God, earning a victorious groan.

"Was that necessary?"

Medea chortled, "Of course it was."

Sitting on his chest she looked at the garden walls surrounding them.

"But I suppose if you are as bored as you claim, we could sneak around the palace."

He smiled, "That sounds amazing, Darling."

Sneaking into the palace was no feat for the both of them, as they knew the place like the backs of their hands.

What was tricky, though, was figuring out where the blasted Warriors Three and Sif wouldn't be.

"I don't think they'd be in the library. I don't even know if they know how to read."

Loki rolled his eyes, "So, they wouldn't be looking for you at the one place that you frequent daily?"

She shrugged, "I don't know if they're smart enough to put two and two together."

Loki laughed, "Sadly, I think that the library is off limits for today. Where else could we go?"

She smiled, "What if we go where they aren't expecting us to go?"

"I like the way you think, Darling."

Seated in what she had dubbed the Moron's Lair, both Medea and Loki were sipping on some of the finest mead known in all of Asgard.

"...and then, I stabbed him again!" Both gods laughed. Reminiscing on the tales of old was always a favourite for them both.

"Sometimes I feel bad for Thor, having to live with you as a sibling."

Loki holds back a fake gasp of offence, "I am angelic."

Rolling her eyes she lets out a little giggle, "The day you become angelic is the day Surtur causes Ragnarok."

"How dare you-"

His argument was cut off by a woman's--sounding eerily similar to Volstagg--screaming, "Where could she possibly be?"

Fandral sighed, "I'm inclined to give up. Being a female doesn't seem so bad."

Sif growled, "Speak for yourselves, I do not wish to be in this male form any longer."

Holding back their laughter, the mischievous gods decided to show themselves.

"I didn't know I was that hard to find."

Her unexpected dialogue caused the warriors to jump. Medea smiled, startling the four of them never gets old.

"You! You mischievous wench!" Fandral exclaimed.

Medea pouted, "Oh, your words hurt me so, Fandral."

Hogun stepped in before Fandral could continue to ruin their chances. "We don't have to fight; just change us back to our original forms."

"Let me think about it" About ten seconds were taken to think it over, "Yeah, I don't think so."

Just as the warriors began to charge, Loki took Medea's hand and teleported them both.

...and ending up at the bakery wasn't a surprise.

"How make cakes do you think we can steal before Yrva notices this time?"

You giggled, "The record is 23, right?"

Loki nodded his head. "Then this time I say 24!"

And with that, the trickster gods quietly entered the bakery. Tiptoeing because their lives very well may depend on it if they get caught, they carefully lowered themselves to the floor behind the counter.

A variety of weird hand gestures were made signalling some sort of plan, whether it would work or not was yet to be seen. Yrva was quickly getting used to the sneaking and stealing that occurred in her bakery, so they had to be stealthy.

Subtly raising her hand up, Medea managed to grab a singular red velvet cupcake.

"Yes!" She whisper-yelled.

She stuck her tongue out at Loki, "I got the red velvet one!"

Loki rolled his eyes and reached up to grab a cake, "You got the red velvet, but I got-"

He stopped talking when something grabbed his hand.

Both their eyes widened when they heard a voice, "By all means, your highness, which cake did you get?"

The two gods had never left the bakery as quickly as they did.

Yrva smiled and rolled her eyes, "Troublemakers."

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drstrangefictions · 2 years

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What If... He Who Remains Could Send Frigg Lokidottir Home?

Chapter Three

Loki Laufeyson & Original Female Character

Word Count: 2K+

Spoilers: "Loki" Season 1; "What If...?" Season 1; "i don't want to be saved" fanwork

Basic Warnings + Trigger Warnings: Shenanigans! Like in an OOC way i think?

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Frigg stood behind Loki, at a distance, and watched him interact with the mortal in need of assistance.

“A cat?” Loki sputtered. He spun on his heels and glared at his daughter. “This is my assignment? This is what you’re having me do?”

Frigg waved him off, offering no explanation. The plan was to keep that bit of information to herself until after Loki had completed an entire day of mundane, everyday hero tasks. She smiled at his distress about his assignment and leaned into the scepter, putting most of her weight on her right side.

“You’re enjoying this.” He mocked. He stared up the tree that the cat had scurried into hour earlier. “What’s the best way to go about this?” He glanced back at Frigg.

“You tell me, trainee.” She scrunched her nose and smiled. “You really only have two options. Non-magic and magic. Go from there.”

The mortal who had explained the situation to Loki stepped toward Frigg and crossed her arms. “You know, I feel bad for having to play pretend on this one. It’s one thing to live next to Steve and pretend to be a nurse, but this is just sad.”

Frigg nodded. “Well, it’s not very often that we, as superheroes, get calls for cats in trees. We have to make this up sometimes. And I think that’s the best start for Loki because he isn’t that good with people and you’re a professional agent. You can lie and you can handle him is he has an outburst.” She glanced over at Agent 22, despite her face being altered by the mask making her look like a civilian rather than the agent that Frigg has come to know, and lightly shrugged her shoulders. “That’s also not a cat, that’s Fury’s flerken, Goose. Goose is usually a sweetie.”

“That explains the mouth tentacles.” Agent 22 returned her attention to Loki who was using his magic to slowly approach the cat toward the top of the tree. “That isn’t the same flerken that took his eye, is it?”

“I believe so.” She said. She squinted up at Loki, trying to catch a glimpse at what he was doing and if he had reached the cat yet. “I hope Goose doesn’t try to beat up Loki.”

Agent 22 laughed. “Well, if that thing is as ruthless as you say…”

Frigg nodded and smiled. “Knock on wood. Oh, I think he’s got the flerken.” She peered up at Loki again. Her eyes widened at the sound of Goose hissing violently at Loki.

Loki yelped at the violent noise; he lost his concentration and came crashing down into the pavement. Goose landed on his chest and sauntered off of him toward Agent 22 and Frigg, rubbing up against both of them while narrowing his feline eyes at the God of Mischief.

“Well, that could have been worse.” Agent 22 muttered and scooped Goose up. “At least my precious Goose is alright.”

“Goose just needed a landing pad.” Frigg laughed. “Ah, are you alright down there?”

Loki slowly rolled onto his side and pushed himself up onto his knees. “How would you feel if you slammed into the pavement from that high?”

“Not the greatest.” Frigg inhaled through her teeth. “You’re a little bit more durable than most beings.” She sifted her weight back to both feet and slung her arm around the still standing scepter. She pulled an Avengers tablet out of a pocket dimension (she more than likely just opened a portal to the facility and yanked the tablet from Tony again). She logged in under her official credentials and opened up the training log for Loki. She checked off the ‘Cat Task’ and searched for something else that he could do in the same day.

Loki pulled himself to his feet. “I don’t think that was a cat.”

Agent 22 smiled at Frigg and Loki. “Thank you both.” She hurried away.

Frigg peered over her corrective lenses at Loki. “It was technically a flerken. He’s generally nonviolent.” She looked back down at the tablet in front of her. “A lot of these are going to be good deed acts; I want you to pick one.” She turned the tablet around and showed him the never-ending list of community service and good deeds.

He began skimming the list when a swarm of emergency vehicles drove past them. His head snapped in the direction that the emergency vehicles were headed. He quickly shoved the tablet into her chest and ran around the street corner to get an idea as to where they were headed.

“No, no, no, no. You’re not going to chase after them, you’re not prepared for Midgard emergencies!” Frigg followed him. “You don’t even know what the emergency is!” She grabbed at his leather coat, only to stumble forward because he had teleported himself early enough to evade being grabbed. She groaned and opened a small portal and tossed the tablet through it. She closed the portal and transported herself to the top of the nearest building in attempt to find her overly-eager-to-prove-himself father.

She spotted the vehicles a few blocks away from her; she slowly and worriedly floated toward the emergency. She landed just past the do-not-cross police barricade.

“Hey! You aren’t supposed to be this close!” One officer shouted.

“The structure is collapsing.” One officer said.

Distant chatter from remaining officers and firefighters turn into background noise.

“How many are still in there?” She asked quickly. “And did any wannabe heroes run inside?”

“One man ran inside.” The officer held his arms out.

Frigg looked around the officer. “That’s probably my idiot! Did he have mostly black and gold?” She pushed past the officer.

“That wasn’t Loki of Asgard, was it?” The officer asked.

She nodded. “Training to be an Avengers and this was not part of today’s itinerary.” She jogged up to the building but stopped and put up as many personal shields as she could before the burning building exploded. Many officers and fire fighters were still pushed back by the force of the explosion, Frigg herself was thrown back into the nearest firetruck.

She shook her head and looked up at the crumbling building. A fairly small figure jumped out of one of the third-floor windows with something in his arms. She flicked her arm out in his direction and encased him in a sheer green bubble; she brought them down slowly and released them once Loki’s feet touched the ground. Two shorter figures ran up to Loki and collected what was in his arms. The muttered their “thank you”s and were ushered away by paramedics on standby. Frigg stood up and brushed herself off as she walked toward her crazy old man.

“How was that for a good deed?” He asked.

“How was that?” She raised her voice slightly. “How was that? Absolutely insane. Reckless. You could’ve gotten yourself hurt and I have no doubt that pulled that stunt was bad for you, Frost Giant, I mean, look at what that did to you, you’re about as tall as me. Doing good things, saving lives, doing your part to preserve humanity isn’t about ‘look at me! I’m doing good things’! It’s about wanting to do good things, not recognition.” She smacked his arm.

Loki looked away from her. “What I did was out of line.” He paused and glanced over at the family he helped. “What would happen to those kids’ parents if I never went in and saved them?” He looked back at Frigg.

Frigg sighed in defeat. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. But running into a burning building is not something you and I can safely do, and you know this. You’ve got to get back to the Tower. Let the professionals finish up here, I’m begging you.”

Frigg pulled her horned helm away from her face, she turned it and stared at her reflection in the slim forehead covering. She looked back up and walked toward the freezer unit she and Tony had installed specifically for scenarios such as this one— Jötnar are not meant to be around intense heat, such temperatures can cause them to shrink rapidly, and that’s what happened to Loki. Had Frigg gone in after him, she would have suffered the same problem. Shrinking happens rapidly but recovering is rather… annoying.

While Loki was lock away in the freezer, Frigg was out leading her first Young Avengers “mission” in the skies (she was only in charge because Iron Heart and Iron Man were in Sokovia, Captain America’s protégé was in England with him, and Thor was off world). The defenses were left to Frigg, Kate Bishop, and Peter Parker (none of which wanted the responsibility of handling the situation called in by S.H.I.E.L.D., however with everyone gone there was little choice). With little time to call for more experienced Avengers, the three Young Avengers took it to the skies. Frigg teleported them into the middle of an all-out war between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Skrull fugitives. Frigg shuddered at the image of Kate nearly plummeting to her death from the Heli-Carrier, and she would have too if she didn’t catch her quick enough. Peter wasn’t doing his best in the skies. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were dropping like flies, and they were outnumbered. She was overwhelmed with fugitives, and she thought herself to be a powerful witch; at the same time, she was the only one on the side of S.H.I.E.L.D. at had magic abilities, everyone else was more scientific or brute.

They were extremely uncoordinated. Kate, Peter, and Frigg don’t always work together and when they do it’s a chore for some reason. She feels like they don’t listen to her when she needs them to do something, and they didn’t. Frigg was frustrated with being ignored, maybe they could’ve succeeded had the two other Young Avengers listened! She felt like she was the only one defending the Heli-Carrier. They were lucky to walk away from that alive…

She knocked on the door to the freezer. “It’s just me, wanted to check in on you.” Her voice was soft and melancholy. “And let you out.”

“Come in.” Loki’s muffled voice was heard.

Frigg turned the heavy lock and pulled the door open. “You’re looking better than the other day.” She slowly placed her horned helm back on her head.

“And you look like you’ve had a rough day.” Loki rubbed his hands together.

Frigg nodded. “Well, I can’t wait to tell you about it some other time.” She rubbed the palm of her hand. “If you’re feeling all right, I’d like to take you to the training grounds and train for something a little more real. I mean, I know you really don’t have to, you’ve got plenty of years on me for that sort of thing, and you don’t even have to do that today. You’re just getting out of recovery and all.” She rambled.

“Slow down.” Loki chuckled. “Let’s just go back upstairs and do something that these mortals consider normal.” He suggested.

Frigg nodded. “Right, right. If that’s the case, I’ll just watch TV until I pass out.” She shrugged her shoulders and stepped away from the door.

Loki stepped out of the freezer and closed the large door behind him. “It was kind of you to have Stark make this for us.”

“Correction: I made it with his permission and resources. He put in the bare minimum.” She pointed finger guns at Loki. “That TV isn’t going to watch itself.”

“So, what exactly happened today.” Loki followed Frigg toward the elevator.

She widened her eyes on fear and cleared her throat. “I may or may not have almost gotten myself and two Young Avengers killed.” She slipped into the elevator and repeatedly slammed her fist against the ‘close doors’ button.

Loki stood dumbfounded for a moment and only reacted when the doors started to close without him in the elevator. “You did what?”

“I’m not a good leader. Or maybe I am and everyone else is bad at listening.” She said.

“This is what these mortals call a ‘Training Ground’?” Loki stared at the back of Frigg’s head in disbelief. “This is just a very large, closed in space. Above us is nothing more than a place for an audience. Is this a joke?” He asked.

Frigg shook her head and looked up at the plexiglass that Loki was referring to. “That’s the control room. An audience may be up there but for the most part, that room is to control what you see down here. This is the mortal equivalent of the Mutant Danger Room—same concept, endless possibilities of threats and scenarios to handle, displayed by drones with illusion tech and real impact. So, I do recommend not getting hit, it will hurt. It’s an in-door training ground and it’s used for individuals like us—magic, powerful, those who are considered to be too dangerous to train outside. Captain America and similar mortals have the luxury of outdoor training; however, I don’t believe that type of training it as enriching. What are you fighting out there anyway? A stick with a mans face taped to it. In here you have virtually any- and everything.” She placed her hands on her hips and walked toward the far end of the in-door training grounds. “What would you like to face?”

“I can pick anything?” Loki asked.

“In simple words, because clearly that’s what you need, anything is game.” She stood in front of the elevator that was just barely noticeable because the door panels did not match with the panels of the wall surrounding it. “From Thanos to myself, or even you. You could pick your very own father as a threat to handle. The choice is yours unless you want me to pick your challenge for you.” The doors behind her opened up and she took one large step into the elevator.

Loki crossed his arms. “Give me my attack on New York.”

Frigg nodded as the elevator doors closed. “Good luck.”

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p4nishers · 6 months

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this might be a reach but i think loki's fond smile after mobius said "you're the god of mischief, right?" was bc no one ever liked that he was the god of mischief, no one ever liked that about him in fact it was the exact opposite and here mobius was, bringing it up casually and not being at all afraid of it. he likes loki's mischief, he likes every part of loki and he is happy to let him use his powers and not hide who he is, unlike what everyone wanted him to do his whole life and i think that smile might be loki realizing that mobius likes all of him and that for the first time in his life he truly has a friend

#and ofc that he's deeply in love w that friend but yk. not my main point rn #loki #lokius #loki x mobius #mobius #loki season 2 #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki spoilers

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As part of your 1k celebrations I would like to submit the following prompt for consideration 😁♥️ feel free to bend it to your will.

Your colleague Loki finds himself in your rooms at Stark Tower for (fairly) innocent reasons.

You arrive back unexpectedly. He hides, at first.

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Fairly Innocent

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A/N: I apologize, with my whole heart, that it has taken me this long to finish this request. So long, that I have reached a new milestone since this request was made. But I hope you enjoy it. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Explicit. Smut, hand job, oral (female receiving), slight DOM vibes, voyeurism, shower scene, mention of 'toys'. Happy ending. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Your room was dark and cold. The curtains were shut leaving a small sliver of light shining from the cityscape outside. There was a stillness in the air from being untouched the last two weeks. “Now, where did she put you?” Loki hummed while looking around your room. He wandered in, using the access code you had given him. His prying eyes scanned and noted how orderly you left your room. And even after some time away, the room still smelled like you. Like citrus blooms on a winter morning.

Loki lent you some practice daggers a while ago and was keen to get them back. They were dull and lightweight. Perfect for beginner enthusiasts like the Widow, who wanted to add a new skill to her ledger. Whom Loki had promised to train, alongside you, in Asgardian combat.

Loki rummaged through your bookshelves, thinking you might have stashed them along with your books and souvenirs from your travels. He knew you loved to read. Your voracious appetite for mysteries and novels rivaled his own. He noted Robert Frost and Agatha Christie situated alongside the many romance novels.

Peculiar, he thought. He’d never known you to be interested in such fiction. You two had always discussed classic literature or Asgardian poetry. A Cheshire grin appeared on his face as he took a book with brightly colored Post-it notes sticking out of the top pages. He opened the paperback to a dog-eared page that was clearly read and reread extensively.

Lucy moaned as Cade’s fingers dipped inside her wet pussy. Trills of pleasure ran up her spine, making her unable to stand any longer. He gently stroked her as he whispered on her neck, “Don’t fight it, baby. Let go for me.”

Loki shut the book closed with wide eyes and a wider grin on his face. “Well, well, well. Who knew that the Avenger’s little darling liked to read smut?!” He said to himself looking at the volumes of romance books you had. He was quite impressed by your ability to surprise him. He thought he had you figured out. He might have to tease you about this when you return from your mission.

Loki searched your closet next, but he couldn’t find the daggers. He combed through hangers of clothing and shelves of shoe boxes till he stumbled upon several silk bags with rope tie enclosures. One bag had the length and shape of the daggers he was searching for. How sweet of her to care for the daggers and stash them in a silk purse. Loki opened the bag and reached in but was again surprised at what he found.

He pulled out a black, patent leather collar with a gold buckle. Glistening under the bright closet light, was a heart-shaped tag, hanging from the center. The name ‘Darling’ was inscribed in cursive. Stunned, Loki looked inside the sateen bag and pulled out what he mistook for his daggers- a short, riding crop that matched the patent leather of the collar. Hanging from the handle was a gold chain that had a tag etched, ‘Darling’s Master.’

An intrusive fantasy came unbidden in his mind. It was of you on all fours, with the collar adorning your neck and him standing behind you rubbing the tip of the crop against your dripping heat. “What other deliciousness are you hiding, my dear?” he whispered as he stowed the collar and whip and reached for another silk purse. Every bag he opened had a different set of negligees. Each one was more lascivious than the last.

The smile on his lips got darker as his body started responding to the different scenarios playing in his head. Each scene- novel and unique, to the set of lingerie he opened. More than once, he had to stop himself from reaching inside and rubbing the fine lace between his fingers. “Nope! No,” he chided himself. “Focus. I’m here for the daggers.” Loki took one last look and walked away before he could swipe one of your lace panties and put it in his back pocket like some pervert. “Daggers. Daggers…where are you daggers…”

He couldn’t stop smiling at the revelation he found. Memories of his last interaction with you played in his head under a new context. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. Truth be told, he did always find you attractive. But he never once pursued it thinking it wouldn’t be favored by you, or any of the team. You didn’t get the title “The Avenger’s Little Darling” for nothing. You were beloved by all. And he was the untrustworthy, extra baggage that the team had to deal with so they could have Thor on their side.

He knew he couldn’t have you.

One last place he looked was your bedside table. If it’s not here, she must have taken them with her. Opening the drawer, Loki shouldn’t have been surprised at what he found, but he felt an exhilarating chill crawl throughout his body, nonetheless. A vibrator. A large, blue, silicone toy that was tapered at the end, was resting neatly inside. You naughty little minx.

Loki couldn’t help the state of arousal he was in. He stood up and stared at your toy, his fingers running puzzled against his lips. He imagined you spread on your bed, lost in the throes of your passion. What do you think about when you have your toy tucked inside your wet cunt? Who’s name do you moan when you’re at the edge of your climax about to fall? And how can he conspire to make sure you think of him?

Surprised, Loki looked up as he heard the keypad of your door unlocking. In a senseless rush, he closed your drawer and cloaked himself invisible. He didn’t want anyone to find him snooping around your belongings. He stood still as he blended with the shadows of your room.

He shouldn’t have hid. You did give him the access code to your room. You trusted him enough to be in here. But there was something so intimate about the things he found. He felt exposed and guilty. Loki didn’t want anyone to think of him being nefarious with you.

A small sigh of relief flooded him when he realized it was you, back from your assignment. He opened his mouth to speak and announce his presence, but he couldn’t. So many questions rushed through his mind. He wanted to ask all of them! Yet, he was struck immovable by your presence.

Had you always been so lovely? Had your eyes always been that bright and alluring? Your smile, an invitation for his lips?

Were his discoveries about you finally shedding light as to who you might be, underneath the perfect façade you seem to have cultivated for yourself? Everything he found was, he swore to the gods, erotic and arousing. But it was the fact that you surprised him that made his level of attraction to you grow.

You walked in with a heavy sigh, setting your duffel bag down on your bed and your boots onto the floor. You didn’t bother turning on your lights, as you zipped your body suit down and peeled off your armor. A rather tame set of black lace underwear shaped your body. Your exposed skin turned a rich shade in the darkness of your room.

Loki noted some bruises and scars peppering your body. The fresh welts were colored green and blue indicating they were recent and most likely acquired from your latest mission. You massaged your neck and rolled your shoulders trying to ease the ache settling into your bones.

Loki watched as you made your way, routinely, to your en suite and turned on the lights. A loud rush of water from the shower rumbled through, disturbing the silence that had enveloped you both. It took his entire strength as a god to keep standing where he was and not follow you to watch.

New fantasies came unbidden in his mind of you naked and wet in the shower. I need to leave. I need to depart before I do something that both of us would regret. He waited till he heard you close your shower door. The water made loud splashes as it hit against different curves of your body.

A few more minutes and Loki found he could move again. With a shaky breath, he exhaled and made his way to your door. He would’ve continued if it weren’t for your small sighs. Soft moans and whimpers traveled to his god-like hearing. She’s touching herself?!

Loki balled his fist to elicit pain. His fingernails dug deep into the pad of his palms, trying to overcome the overwhelming state of arousal he was in.

“…Loki…”

He stopped and nearly fell to his knees. You said his name! The honeyed tones of your moans dripped over him. Coating his entire body in primal need until it reached his cock and hardened.

He couldn’t leave now. He wouldn’t. He turned on his heel and slowly lifted his cloak, risking everything by pushing the door slightly more open.

Loki licked his lips at the sight of you lost in your orgasm. Your head was thrown back as water trickled down your body. The droplets guiding his eyes down…

…down…

…to where your fingers played with your aching cunt. Your hands explored your curves. Every dip. Every hollow. Every scrumptious mound that he wanted to devour himself.

He stood at your en suite door, his arms holding the frame above his head. He didn’t trust himself to come closer to you. Not until you allowed it. Not until you saw how his eyes became ravenous at the sight of you touching yourself to thoughts of him.

“Loki!? What the hell are you doing?” you screamed out, startled. His eyes traveled back up to yours as you finally acknowledged his presence. Your body turned flush from the heat of the water and the embarrassing situation you found yourself in.

Loki freed himself from your door and tried to answer. Nothing came out but a quivering breath and a small growl of desire. His eyes narrowed and he bit his lip. He took a step forward and closed your bathroom door behind him making your heart drop. He slowly made his way to you. Sluggish feet carrying him across your tiled floors. “Don’t stop on my account, Darling.”

“Why are you here?” you demanded.

“I heard you call out my name. And I am nothing if not a benevolent god who answers your prayers.” It was as if a switch was turned on and Loki couldn’t stop until he had you.

He watched you back into the tile of your shower. You looked like a caged animal put there for his viewing pleasure. “Why are you here?!” you repeated. It’s too late to be demure. He’s seen everything.

“I came looking for the daggers I lent you. I looked everywhere in your room. I couldn't find them.” Loki’s voice was deep but clear. You could hear the dangerous desire in his tone as he reached for the door to your shower. On instinct, you reached for the handle, stopping him from opening it.

The chase became real. He had to have you. The last hour he spent combing through your suggestive belongings had built a naughty little version of you in his head. Like a puzzle. It was the most erotically charged moment he’d ever spent. And now? Now, you were denying him!

“Last chance, Darling. If you want me to leave now, say so,” he said with a smile. “But I promise you this. I won’t stop till I have you.” His breath steamed the glass doors. Your heart pounded inside your chest as you looked into his dark eyes.

You let go of the handle and stepped back. Loki opened the door slowly, anticipation building up and pooling in between your thighs. “Good girl.”

Loki walked into your shower, still clothed. The scalding water penetrated through his white cotton shirt making it translucent under the spray. You could trace the lines of his muscle underneath. His hair became slick and affixed itself against his face. He towered over you, as he leaned over with one arm against the shower wall.

Fuck!

He lowered his face. His nose brushed against the tip of yours and you could taste his breath against your lips. “What were you thinking about?” he asked looking deep into your eyes. “And remember, I can tell when you’re lying.”

You quivered at his voice. You looked down embarrassed. “No, no. Look at me.” He said grabbing your chin and forcing you to look back at him. He kept his fingers on your face, gently stroking your jaw.

“I was thinking about you,” you admitted. Your voice was so small. You felt so fragile in his hands.

“Go on, sweet thing. What prayer can your god answer for you tonight?” he encouraged. You were mesmerized by his stare. His voice lulled you to a sense of heat and longing.

“I pictured…touching you,” you started. “I fantasized about your body holding mine.” Loki licked his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed against your mouth. It tingled and the sensation moved throughout your body, awakening every cell within it.

“Like this?” he asked, grabbing your hand gently and placing it underneath his soaked shirt. He guided your hand up his torso and held it there. You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he guided you over his stiff nipple and then down his lean abs.

Loki didn’t take his eyes off you once. He watched how your eyes widened at his boldness. How your lips parted when you finally touched him. How your whole body moved just a fraction closer to him, capturing him in a lust-filled haze of his own.

He continued steering your hand down his body, past the hem of his pants to his aching bulge. He was big. And hard. You couldn’t imagine what he would look like, what he would feel like, once he took it out. He kept your hand on his cock, driving your hand up and down. “Keep your hand on me,” he instructed. The steam from the shower did little to prevent the shiver that ran down your spine. Nor did it hide the wetness that was now dripping from you.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” his arms encircled your body, pulling you closer to him. His mouth incased your lips in an uncontrollable kiss. He weaved his deft fingers into your wet hair, pulling your head back to kiss you at a deeper angle. He inhaled deeply, smelling the clean scent of your soap and shampoo.

He groaned into your mouth when he felt your hand reach inside his pants and squeeze him tightly. Loki’s eyes rolled back as you expertly palmed his stiff cock. You felt the veins pulsing in your fingertips as you pumped his dick mercilessly. He leaned over you, caging you between the wall and his eager body.

“Don’t stop, Darling,” he whimpered in your ear. “Don’t stop.” Loki bucked his hips into your hands. He captured your lips one last time before he moaned your name, releasing the pent-up arousal he’d been holding in. He fell apart in your hands, and you continued till you milked every last drop from him.

Before the water could wash away your efforts, you licked off two of your fingers, tasting his offerings. “There she is,” he said with a devilish grin. He was waiting for the real you to come forth. You seemed so demure and shy at the beginning. Nothing at all like what he found out you were. The one who reads erotic novels over and over again. The one who hides their toy on the bedside table, ready to go. The one who has a patent leather collar with their pet name etched into it.

Loki growled at the memory. He will see you in that collar. He’ll make sure of it. “But for now, I want a taste,” he said to himself. Loki started with your mouth, sampling himself in your kiss. You winced slightly when he reached for your waist. Reacting from a sensitive bruise that you acquired from your mission.

“Do you think your body can handle a couple more bruises from me, Darling?” he asked earnestly. You swallowed thickly and nodded. Loki proceeded to grab your hips and hold you in place, while his mouth eagerly marked your neck. He continued down to the base of your throat as he knelt in front of you. He captured your breasts with his tongue, paying them each attention. Your hands rested on his shoulders, gathering the white cotton in your hands as you fisted it.

When he reached your stomach, he was gentle and sweet. His hands secured your waist, pushing you slightly higher. “Wrap your leg around me,” he directed. You obeyed and placed your left leg on his shoulder.

Drips of water still fell from the shower. Loki licked and slurped each drop that fell onto your thighs. He flattened his tongue and licked a wide stripe on your warm cunt. “Fuck…Loki,” you screamed when he latched onto your nub, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He looked up at you and watched you as you threw your head back, your ecstasy showing through.

“Did you like that, Darling?”

“Mmyes,” you whined. “God, yes!”

Loki repeated his actions, holding onto your thigh, as he savored your clit. You couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. Your knees were weakening, and you had nothing to hold onto as your hands slipped against the tile of your shower wall. “Loki, please,” you panted.

“I need to be inside you,” he moaned. The sooner he can make you cum in here, the sooner he can properly bed you on top of your sheets. He looked deep into your eyes and you almost didn’t recognize him. Hunger and desperation were hanging on his brows. The sight of him in between your legs, the feel of his lips latching onto your folds, the weight of his fingers thrusting inside you. It was all-encompassing and all too consuming.

“Oh, God! Loki!” you screamed as he inserted another finger. You laced your hand through his drenched hair, pulling every time his tongue flicked your nub. “Please, I need you inside me too. I need…” your breathing came in harsher. The steam almost suffocating you as you come closer and closer to that edge, waiting to fall.

“Don’t fight it, Darling. Let go for me,” Loki quoted your book, making you clench around his fingers. One last thrust into you and you screamed your release. Loki lapped up your swollen pussy with a greedy smile, making you shudder.

Hours later, you and Loki were lying on the floor of your room. Blankets and pillows surround you while your legs and arms tangle with each other, holding each other tightly. You were running your finger up and down his chest as he read aloud a passage from one of your “smutty romance books,” as he called them.

His voice was magnetic and hypnotizing. Every word he said came to life inside your head. “Hmm, we might have to re-enact this one,” he teased after he finished a scene.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t hear the last word you said. It just came out. You couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. From bending to his will and wanting to please him.

“I was curious about something,” he grinned, biting his lip. “Which I hope you can enlighten me...”

“Yes?”

“When I was looking for the daggers, I came across this.” He conjured up your patent leather collar and held it up against the dim light. He next conjured up the matching riding crop and showed you the tag that was hanging from the handle. “Who was your master?” Loki asked, unsure whether he wanted to know the answer. “Why do you have this and not them?”

“I never had one,” you admitted sheepishly. “I bought that in hopes of using it one day. But we never worked out.”

“I see,” he said with a devious smirk.

“It was so pretty. I couldn’t just get rid of it.”

“Sit up. Hold your hair, while I put this on you.” You obeyed his instructions. A pool of desire is already forming in between your legs as he tightens the collar around your neck. The heart-shaped tag, ‘Darling’ felt heavy and cold as he placed it neatly on the base of your throat.

Loki wiped his thumb over the tag of the whip. Newly etched, in bold letters, was his name instead. “Well, it’s mine now, darling,” he grinned as he tested the switch on his hand. The sharp thwack stung his palm. Your heart started beating quicker.

“On your knees,” he growled.

“Yes, sir.”

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 1)

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ( Part 6 in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor being an absolute ass, Odin being a terrible father

A/N: I did some googling quickly for military terms and ranks (since I have no previous knowledge of them) as well as some basic information about the royal guards in England. I took some of what I found interesting and then made up most of the rest to fit what I needed for my story so there will be some similarities. Also... I haven't written anything in like a year (maybe longer) so be nice please 💚💚

You stand at constant attention in silence outside of Prince Loki's private office. You listen to the birds singing through the open window across the hall from where you are posted and wonder how long you could go without making a sound. You have been trained by the Royal Army for years to remain silent, vigilant, always listening and watching your surroundings for anything dangerous or out of the ordinary. You are always on guard, ready to protect Prince Loki should the need arise. Not that someone with his fighting skills or magic would need protection from a simple soldier like you. You were assigned this post purely because it was customary for each member of the royal family to have a sentry, whether they actually need one or not.

Your attention is drawn to the sound of footsteps approaching from your left. You are unable to determine how many people are coming but judging by their pace and heavy boots, they are most likely all soldiers. Commandant Thorn, the soldier in charge of your company, makes his way down the hall at a steady pace. He is followed by your captain, Captain Skye who is holding a leather bound book containing the names of all the sentries and their current posts. Trailing the two older men, are four low ranking soldiers you can't remember the names of.

The group of soldiers comes to a stop in front of you and your fellow guard and you both salute your commanding officers. "Lieutenant Y/L/N," Captain Skye says, opening his book for a moment. He closes it and looks up at you, "Prince Loki will of course be attending the Winter Solstice Ball. You will be required to escort him to the ballroom and remain on guard there until he dismisses you for the evening."

You nod in response, carefully hiding the heavy emotions you have surrounding the upcoming ball. The soldiers move on and you are left alone with the other guard again. She says nothing to you and even if you were allowed to speak, you know Sergeant Sands wouldn't talk to you. She is not your friend, none of the members of the Royal Guard are your friends. It wasn't always this way though, it is only since you were promoted to the rank of lieutenant that the guards you work with began to distance themselves from you.

You had been assigned to Prince Loki for three months when you were promoted from sergeant to lieutenant. Your fellow soldiers immediately assumed the young prince had a hand in it as he did little to hide how he favored you over the other guards who were previously assigned to him. The rumors about you spending the night in Loki's chamber instead of guarding it flowed through the palace soon after. You adamantly denied these rumors and any favoritism from the prince but it was a wasted effort. It also happened that the rumors were true to a point.

The door to Loki's office opens and you stand at attention as the court accountant exits, holding several rolls of paper and mumbling to himself. Sargeant Sands follows him without any orders needed, she is his sentry and will go where he goes. As she walks past by, she glances at you with what can only be described as a look of disgust. You look down at your boots, fully aware of what she is thinking.

You wait quietly for Loki to open the door again but you know him, he will want to read through all of his notes from today before he finalizes his meeting schedule for tomorrow. You have roughly half an hour until he will be done, half an hour to stand here and think about the dreaded Winter Solstice Ball.

Another half an hour later, as expected, Loki opens the door and walks out. Waving his hand towards the door, he uses his magic to seal the room. He smiles warmly at you and you smile back at him for the first time today. This was your favorite part, the part where the sun goes down and Loki frees you from your constant silence.

He touches your cheek softly and leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back but pull away quickly as you hear footsteps approaching. You step away from Loki and stand at attention as Prince Thor comes around a corner. You keep your eyes straight ahead but you can feel Loki stiffening next to you, he and his brother get along much better when they are at court than they do in private.

The brothers greet each other politely and you silently wish the older prince would simply continue on his way but it doesn't seem likely. Your attention shifts to the window across the hall from you again, you can just barely glimpse the sunset over the tall evergreen trees in the distance. You know Loki will tell you if he and Thor discuss anything interesting so there is no need for you to listen to their conversation. The two of them continue for several long minutes before you realize Thor has said something to you.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N?" Thor says and you shake your head as you shift your focus.

"I'm sorry your highness, I was unaware you were speaking to me," you apologize. He had never spoken to you before and you were unsure why he would start now. Loki folds his arms across his chest and you feel uneasy at how annoyed he seems.

Thor laughs which does nothing to make you feel better. "I was wondering what it was about you that made you my brother's favorite," he says. "You must truly be special, a sentry's post typically only lasts three months, perhaps six at the most. You have been with Loki for how long now?"

You think for a moment before replying. You had been assigned to Loki for only a month before he first spoke to you and you had quickly become close friends. Three months after becoming friends with the prince, you slowly became more until you were completely in love with him.

"Fourteen months," you answer him in as few words as possible.

Thor looks at his younger brother with a smirk, "Fourteen?" Loki remains silent and you can tell his older brother is not even close to letting you leave soon. He turns his attention to you again, "So is it true then?"

"Is what true your highness?" you ask quietly.

"That you follow my brother's orders when you are wearing your armor and when you are not?" he laughs and his sentry smiles then looks towards the ground. "I could use a sentry like that, I grow tired of being followed by these shadows."

Loki's fist clenches but he answers Thor calmly. "Maybe if you learned your sentries name and weren't so insufferable to be around, they would remain at your service for longer than a month at a time," Loki says. "And you are the last person I would expect to listen to palace rumors. According to the most recent ones I've heard, you've slept with nearly half of the kitchen staff this month alone."

Thor smiles, proud of himself. You and Loki realize the stories you had overheard were true, if not understated. He explains, "That is why I assume the rumors of you and your little pet are true as well."

You find yourself in that brief moment wishing Loki would confirm everyone's suspensions. Not necessarily that you were sleeping together, that you were in love and wanted to be together. You know wishing for this is as useful as wishing it would rain gold. Once again you remind yourself that this is the way it will always be, until he marries a woman of high status and you are forgotten.

Instead of responding, Loki turns from his brother and walks down the hall towards the stairwell that leads to the royal family's chambers. You follow him silently, staying a few steps behind as always.

"Come now brother, I was merely joking," Thor calls from behind you but neither of you stop walking.

The two of you continue on in silence until you reach the top of the stairs and Loki's pace slows so he is walking next to you. His hand finds yours, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. As soon as you feel his touch, you begin to relax.

"I'm sorry about my brother," he says quietly.

"His behavior isn't your fault," you reply. "And he is far from the first person to corner me about our relationship. I am used to denying the truth."

He stops, causing you to turn back towards him, your hand still holding his. He then takes a few small steps, closing the distance between you. Loki touches your cheek gently with his other hand. "I'm sorry Y/N," he tells you again. "I wish we didn't have to hide but you know there are some rules even I cannot break so openly. Maybe I should have hid my favoritism towards you better but I couldn't bear to have you reassigned. You mean too much to me."

You smile, "So I am your favorite sentry?"

He lets out a laugh, "You are my favorite person in the nine realms." You giggle at his answer and his fingers trail down your cheek until his thumb gently runs across your lips. He leans down to kiss you but just as his lips touch yours, you feel your heart jumps in your chest.

You hear several sets of footsteps and separate yourself from Loki in an instant. He looks down the hall as his mother, two of her maids and one guard come into view. She smiles brightly at both of you as she comes closer and you bow to the queen in respect. You find it hard to miss the side eye from her sentry or the whispers shared between her maids. Loki gives his mother a hug and wishes her a goodnight. She tells him to have a goodnight as well and continues on her way.

You and Loki walk off in the opposite direction towards his chambers and once you are alone again, Loki moves to take your hand but you flinch away. He looks hurt by your momentary rejection but he doesn't say anything. He knows how nervous you are about being seen touching him or speaking to him. You round the next corner and are flooded with relief as Loki's door finally comes into view. You fight the urge to smile, holding onto your composure as you've been trained.

Loki opens the door and steps inside, you follow him as you always do and he closes the door. He flicks his wrists towards you without a word and the heavy armor you wear over your clothing instantly settles itself neatly into a large chest. You take a few deep breaths, feeling as if most of the weight you have been carrying leaves you, but not all.

"Thank you your highness," you say out of habit.

"Please, never call me that in here," he reminds you gently. "In here I'm not a prince, I'm just Loki." He walks towards you and you don't realize you are moving away from him until your back hits the door and his body comes flush to yours. One hand settles on your hip while his other hand lifts your chin, causing you to look up at him. He continues, "And you are not Lieutenant Y/L/N, you are Y/N. The woman I am so deeply in love with." He smiles and you can't help but smile back at his words. All your worries vanish the instant his lips meet yours.

You lay in Loki's arms watching the sunlight fill his room through the sheer curtains. You try to memorize the sound of his slow, steady breathing and the feel of his heart beat against your back as he holds you even in his sleep. You inhale deeply and focus on deciphering every herb and oil Loki uses to keep his hair soft. Closing your eyes, you use your senses to bring an image of Loki's face into your mind and try to hold it there.

"What are you thinking about my love?" he asks in a sleepy voice. You open your eyes and shift closer to him, pulling his arms tighter around your body. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asks, now much more awake.

You swallow hard, trying to find the words. You had been thinking about what you needed to do most of the night but now that it was time, you weren't sure you would be able to do it.

"I've told you, you can speak freely here," he says softly, urging you gently as always to speak your mind when you were with him. His fingers move slowly up and down your arm as he tries to comfort you without knowing what is causing your distress.

"I need to transfer to a new post," you tell him. You hear him inhale sharply as his fingers suddenly go still.

You stand outside Loki's office with Thor's new guard and two others in silence waiting for a very long meeting to conclude. You stifle a yawn and shift uncomfortably on your feet before regaining your composure. The tall guard standing across from you rolls his eyes while the woman next to him mumbles something that can only be about you.

It has been two days since you told Loki you wanted to transfer and you hadn't heard anything from your commanding officer. In the meantime, you decided to go back to sleeping in your assigned room at the soldiers quarters. You had forgotten how much you hated it there. The common areas are loud and there is little privacy, everyone is in everyone else's business. You barely leave your room, which is a surprise to no one. They wouldn't speak to you even if you did. You live in a world of utter silence surrounded by never ending noise.

You feel as if you are shattering from the inside out and you try to remind yourself that it needs to be this way. The two of you hid in his chambers as if it protected your relationship but it could never be real. How could it be when he could barely acknowledge your presence when in public. He is a prince and you are a soldier as were your parents, you were not high born. Loki is destined to marry the daughter of a council member and you will guard them and their children.

The door to Loki's office opens, you and the three guards stand at attention. Prince Thor walks out first, followed by two council members. They walk off in different directions, shadowed closely by their sentries but you remain, as always, at Loki's door.

You stare at the wall in front of you for what feels like eternity. Your mind wanders between your favorite memories from your brief time with Loki and the crushing weight of your current reality. You stand up straighter when you hear the door swing open and Loki steps out.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N," he says, "I need to speak with you."

You nod and follow him into his office, closing the door behind you. You stand motionless, taking in his office and how much it feels like him. The dark wood bookshelves crowded with leather bound books, the chair pulled close to the window so he can see the garden below when drinking his afternoon tea, the green and gold accents on various pieces of furniture.

You sigh to yourself as you follow him to his desk. He takes a seat and you stand across from him with your arms behind your back, waiting for him to speak first.

"Y/N," he says informally but you don't relax. "Your transfer to a new post was not approved."

"Can I ask why your highness?" you keep the formalities as you've been trained.

"The Winter Solstice Ball is in less then a week," he answers as if you could forget. "The Royal Guard seems to be too busy tightening security and preparing for everyone's arrival to complete your paper work at this time."

"Understood, your highness," you say. "I should return to my post." You turn to head back outside of his office.

"Wait," he calls and you freeze just before you reach the door. You hear him get up from his seat and walk around the desk. "Please stay, talk to me Y/N. I miss you so much it hurts."

"I can't," you say almost in a whisper

He touches your arm and you turn to face him, seeing the pain in his eyes. "I miss the way your laughter filled my chambers. I miss hearing you hum to yourself when you think I can't hear you. I miss the sound of your voice and how easy it is to talk to you," he says and you force down a smile and the urge to hold him tightly.

"I can't bear to be without you," he tells you and you want to tell him you can't be apart from him either but you remain silent for fear you'll lose your resolve completely. He strokes your cheek gently and you close your eyes as you lean into his touch. "I love you," he says.

"I love you too," you tell him, seeing a spark of hope light his eyes. You shake your head and take a step away from him, "But I can't do this. I'm sorry." Before he can say anything else you tell him, "It will only hurt more the longer we wait to end this."

"We don't have to end this, now or ever," he insists as he steps towards you. "I promise I will find a way for you to be mine, not just when we are hidden away, but always. You believe me, don't you?"

"I want to," you tell him truthfully. Loki had promised several times to find a way to marry you but you thought it was false hope. "But this isn't a fairytale my prince, we don't always get a happy ending."

You want to disappear into the marble floor, to be sucked into the wall behind you or simply vanish into thin air but you can't. Instead, you must stand perfectly still and silent as you watch the dancing and merriment around you. You momentarily wish you would go back to a time when you didn't feel an ache in your chest at the mere thought of another woman being in Prince Loki's arms. Shaking your head just slightly, you chase away the thought. As much as this hurts, you will always cherish the limited time you shared with him.

The music changes tempo as the first of seven courses comes to an end. Couples begin to take to the open floor in the center of the ballroom. Prince Thor and Prince Loki make their way to the group of single, eligible women awaiting them, each at a different pace. The older prince seems to now exactly which woman he would like to spend time with first. He offers his arm to her and declares her the most beautiful woman at the ball, causing her to blush and giggle. The younger prince takes his time walking to the crowd and simply takes the hand of the closest woman without so much as glancing at her. His lack of interest does little to dampen her excitement however.

The dozen or so women who were not chosen move away from the dance area and you have to hold back a groan as they gather directly in front of you to wait for a chance with one of the princes. You can't help but listen to them discuss which prince they think is better looking or who they would prefer picked them. The first song ends and the two princes each select another dance partner. Again, Prince Thor takes little time deciding who he wants while Prince Loki simply offers his hand to the first woman he sees. You can practically hear him sigh as she holds his arm and walks quickly to the dance floor.

As the second song begins, one of the women briefly looks at you over her shoulder before motioning towards you to her friends. Your ears go red with embarrassment as she tells them the rumors of your past relationship with Loki just loud enough that she knows you will hear. Of course she gets the ending wrong. She assumes, like everyone else, that the prince grew tired of you and banished you from his bed chambers. You had to admit, it seemed a far more likely story than the truth.

You shift your attention to the ceiling for a moment, hoping that counting the candles in the chandeliers will distract you from their stares and comments. You only count to twenty seven before the sound of a glass shattering draws your gaze back to the guests. A council member laughs loudly, clearly drunk already, as a servant cleans the wine glass from the dance floor.

Your eyes scan the room and easily find Loki at the center of the crowd, a third woman in his arms. Your drawn to his face, studying his features. He smiles at the woman as he twirls her and she giggles but she doesn't know him like you do. She doesn't know that's the smile he uses at court, not the smile he shows you. Showed you, you correct yourself. He glances away, not holding eye contact with her as they move effortlessly across the dance floor.

After the final course is served, the dance floor fills for the last time and you sigh with relief that the night is almost over. You shift on your feet, looking down for a moment when the chatter of the women in front of you begins again. Why must they stand here to wait, you think to yourself.

The princes once again make their way to their potential dance partners and Thor makes his pick quickly. Loki stands in front of the women for a moment and your eyes lock with his as he looks between them.

"Pardon me," he says politely to the crowd as he moves forward, slipping past the confused women. He makes his way towards you and your breath catches in your throat. He stands in front of you and holds out his hand. You look at him, stunned by his actions. He smiles when you don't move, "Will you dance with me, my love?" Still you remain silent, looking past Loki to see how much attention his actions have drawn. "Don't look at them," he says, touching your cheek softly as you look at him again.

You steady your nerves and place your hand in his. The moment his fingers close around yours, you are surrounded by a light cloud of green, shimmery smoke. When Loki's magic fades, you are wearing a flowing emerald green gown with golden trim, perfectly matching his dress uniform. Your hair has been restyled to hold a small gold tiara with short horns, mirroring the helmet he had worn during his entrance.

"Gods, you look gorgeous in my colors," he says with a wide smile, causing you to blush. "To be fair, you are always beautiful but now it is clear to everyone here that you are mine." You feel as if your heart might burst when he calls you his, he had said it before but only when you were hidden away.

Loki keeps his fingers interlaced with yours as he leads you to the dance floor, straight through the group of now very angry women. Some cross their arms, others give you dirty looks and several make rude comments as you pass. You pause before stepping onto the dance floor, the chatter and stares coming from the guests near you holding you back. He senses your hesitation and leans down to place a kiss gently on your cheek.

Your mind can barely begin to process what is happening as he takes you straight to the middle of the dance floor. He places one hand on your hip and you place your hand on his shoulder as you had done so many times over the last few months. You and Loki shared several secret dances in his chambers and his office, he found it difficult to listen to music sitting still.

He holds you close, his eyes never leaving yours while you dance between the other guests. You focus on how amazing it feels to be back in his arms, ignoring the strange looks and whispers that surround you. He twirls you gracefully and you spin back into him, giggling as you final feel at ease. As the song draws to a close, Loki spins you one final time. When he pulls you back to him, he leans down slightly and your lips meet his.

You smile up at him, hoping this isn't a dream when you see his mother approaching you. You take a step away from Loki but he keeps his hand on your waist, not letting you go too far. You bow to the queen and she says, "I think it is my turn to dance with my son."

You nod quickly in agreement and Loki let's go of you, his magic fading instantly as your armor reappears. You walk through the crowd with your head down and return to your post, once again wishing you were invisible. The women watch you, gossiping wildly as you pass again. You can only imagine what they are saying but they are not your biggest concern at the moment.

Anxiously, you watch Queen Frigga and her son move across the dance floor. You can't hear what they are saying of course, but you can tell by her expression that there will be consequences for his actions. As the song ends you see your captain approach you and your stomach drops. Loki will not be the only one to be punished for choosing you.

"The king had summoned you to the throne room," he says in a stern voice. You nod in acknowledgement and when you look back towards the dance floor, Loki and his mother are gone.

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pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader

universe: mcu (marvel cinematic universe)

timeline: during thor ragnarok

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

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

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

Yeah. A fight was one way to put it.

“Loki,” you breathe softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You never once regretted forgiving him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Agreed.”

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

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

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Chapter 7 - All the Tiring Time Between {TLTGYA - Post!TVA Loki x OFC Longfic}

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Chapter Summary : Sometimes the sharpest boundaries require the gentlest touch.

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The silence in the cell was electrifyingly tense, and Loki wished he had something else to focus his attention on.

His jaw ached as he took another bite of the flavorless, perplexing bread that was both stale and damp at the same time. He should have been grateful for it and its distraction, despite the woman having offered it without even so much as looking at him. But it just reminded him of the year he’d spent with the Mad Titan: Wretched. Forsaken. Totally and completely hopeless.

Loki tried desperately not to think about it, but it was getting harder to fight as his exhaustion grew.

The woman sat across from him in the cell, her knees pulled to her chest and her expression blank. She’d said absolutely nothing after dismissing his question about Anathema the night prior, not even when the peculiar guards brought in their cruel attempt at a meal. She didn’t even flinch when they set the tray down in front of her, nor when the duo stared, cold and unmoving, presumably waiting for her to beg for her life like all the others…but she did wait until they were finally gone to pull the tray closer.

She had grabbed the chunk of bread first, and extended it towards him in the shadows like it was second-nature to her. As if it wasn’t ever an option that she wouldn’t share it, and despite the fact that they were in stark disagreement about their respective situations in this place.

He felt guilty for accepting the offering, but unfortunately, he felt like he had no other choice; his eyelids were growing heavier by the minute, his muscles were becoming weaker with each new day of disuse, and his nerves were perpetually fried with wary energy. He was constantly stifling another yawn, and was dangerously close to falling asleep, to having another nightmare again.

Loki didn’t know if he ever talked in his sleep, but he didn’t want to risk revealing any compromising information about himself or his past; the less anyone knew about him here, the better off they all were.

But other than the food she’d shared with him, there wasn’t much else for him to distract himself with. The woman wasn’t talking anymore, and her questions had faded away alongside the hope she may have once had about escaping. That left Loki to alone deal with his questions about her, and their inscrutable answers.

The problem with that, however, was that his mind was nothing but a tangled mess; a rat’s nest, made up of lies and false memories, the betrayals of the life he’d left behind, and all the lives that never were. Before him lay a scattering of dots, all seemingly unrelated and centered around a woman who claimed she didn’t know what they wanted with her, and he couldn’t seem to make heads or tails of any of it.

Loki used to pride himself on his ability to see the bigger picture, especially on a galactic scale. But he had come here to hide and to wallow, to purposely let his mind atrophy into a cobweb of nothingness, because that was easier than continue trying, and failing, to be happy. He felt comfortable doing that, and letting this become his legacy, because he hadn’t ever expected a riddle to fall into his lap again. He hadn’t ever expected her.

As Loki swallowed the last of the bread, he forced himself to look at her again. She was still huddled against the wall, illuminated by the dim lantern light from the hallway and shivering in the cold dungeon like a scared little child. He was flabbergasted that she was still here, that they’d bothered bringing her back after being caught during an escape attempt. And he couldn’t help but hate himself, because the old Loki could have figured out why that was a very long time ago.

Next to her, the bowl of porridge sat on the floor, mostly untouched and definitely not enjoyed. Her expression was sullen as she stared off into the distance, and her limbs were folded around herself as she retreated deeper inward. It almost made him feel…something.

Of what exactly, Loki wasn’t quite sure; the feeling was old and familiar, something that was long lost while never really being understood in the first place. He told himself that the feeling was irrelevant, because it was just the mystery he found equal parts infuriating and intriguing. He just needed a bit more time than usual to settle the question marks, and then he could finally return to the blissful void of apathy.

And maybe she wasn’t lying when she claimed to not know who Anathema was, but he didn’t believe for a moment that she had no idea why the guards were so interested in her. Either she had something of theirs, or she knew some mysterious piece of information they didn’t yet - but they were obviously willing to play the long game in order to acquire it, and that couldn’t have been for nothing.

Perhaps it had something to do with the gem dangling from her necklace. Loki had seen her touching it, frequently and absentmindedly, running her slender fingers over the deep blue stone during stressed and quiet moments like now. Clearly it meant a lot to her; someone who loved her had given it to her. Someone she loved back, someone she probably missed dearly…

As he started to wonder if anyone was out there looking for her, Loki realized he was staring and quickly averted his eyes. They landed once again upon the bowl of uneaten porridge next to her, and a new form of discomfort wove itself between the muscles of his shoulders and neck. It wrapped around his nerve-endings, stinging the open and frayed tendrils that had been worn bare from the pain of still being alive.

He was quite vulnerable existing like this, even though he knew she couldn’t see him hiding in the shadows. That she didn’t know what he was thinking, or where he was looking. That she was unaware of the fleeting relief that poured into his veins when she was brought back to the cell alive, or his shame at feeling anything that had immediately replaced it.

Loki had been flippant when she was initially brought in here. He was angry the first time she tried to share a meal with him. And then he was conflicted, at best, when she was dragged back in the second time. This paltry range of emotions was far more than he was previously used to; he felt like he was drowning in it, like it was slowly collapsing his airways and squeezing out every last ounce of oxygen from his lungs.

Because there was only one person on this planet who knew his name. A single individual, throughout all of space and time, knew where he was. She was the sole witness to his current existence, and he’d never felt more uncomfortable or on display than here and now. She had met him at his worst, in his ultimate moment of triumph when he’d finally been able to remove himself from any and all equations, from every problem that ever needed solving, and he absolutely hated that.

Loki thought he’d finally accounted for everything when he had stepped through the Time Door and into this dungeon. He thought he’d finally fixed the issue, himself, for literally everyone - and then this tiny little variable had shown up so unexpectedly to completely ruin it for him.

He should have been angrier about it. He should have been furious and seething and shaking with rage over this egregious betrayal of the universe. Being alone had been the whole point, keeping everyone safe from him had been his only intention, seeking protection from the pain of both betrayal and being betrayed was all that Loki had left. Why wasn’t he allowed that meager peace of mind?

Damnation clung to Loki like a frightened child clung to his mother’s skirts, trembling in the dark and begging for acknowledgement of its traumatized state. It lurked around every corner and it haunted every shadow, constantly weeping and whimpering and howling out its anguish to cruel and uncaring souls. It was always there, lingering in the corner of his eye, reminding him of just how helpless and useless he was. That he should just give up. That he should just end it already.

But sometimes, the damnation would transform into something far more sinister, into the tall, skulking form of a cerulean demon. Hanging over his shoulder and digging its claws into his neck, the demon would spit cruel maledictions into his ear. Didn’t Loki know that everyone around him was already doomed? Wouldn’t it be kinder to just kill them now, rather than waiting for him to ruin their life and then cruelly and inevitably take it from them?

Hiding in the dungeon was the only reasonable compromise between the frightened child and the viscous demon warring in his mind. If only he had stuck with that plan, if only he hadn’t revealed that someone else was alive in the cell with her, then maybe he wouldn’t be in this mess right now.

Regret, his oldest and only friend, wouldn’t be blaring its horn and sounding the alarm bells and crying out for solace. So why did it bother him so much now that she wasn’t eating?

Loki shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor, weighing the options in his mind. The regret of initially engaging with this woman didn’t mean he couldn’t change tactics; and if she wasn’t eating, then it wouldn’t be too much longer until he was on his own again. That had been his initial plan, and there was no reason he couldn’t return to that now. Wasn’t being alone all he ever wanted?

“You should finish your meal. There’s no telling how long it’ll be before they bring another…” The words felt like acid on Loki’s tongue, dripping down his throat to eat away at his insides. He hoped they had come out as bluntly as he’d intended, but in reality, it just sounded like something his mother would have said.

This time, the woman didn’t shudder when he finally broke the tense silence. She didn’t even react at all, other than to sigh heavily and respond in a low and flattened tone. “What’s the point…?”

“Well, clearly they’d prefer you to be alive, for whatever reason…” Loki’s jaw tensed as he paused, struggling to understand why he was even bothering. “Even if they bring food on an irregular basis, it’s still more than anyone else gets…”

“Maybe the only reason they want me alive is so they can continue mocking and hurting me.”

That was a more difficult point to contend with; perhaps the guards had just grown weary of the simple and mundane murders, and they’d decided to go with something more entertaining this time. What if there wasn’t a more complicated explanation for the guards' motivations? What if he was searching for logic that didn’t even exist?

Loki stifled another yawn as he leaned back against the stone wall, raking his fingers through tangled curls that were just as chaotic as his thoughts. There had to be something he was missing while attempting to put this puzzle together. “So what did the guards say when they caught you escaping?”

The woman let out a heavy exhale, and her tone shifted into a more sarcastic tone. “Oh, normal things like what are you doing out of your cell?, and no one’s coming to rescue you. Typical kidnapper things, you know…”

Loki couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her nonchalant answers, but what else was he expecting? He was beginning to wonder if it was even worth putting this much effort into avoiding sleep. Nothing else in his life prior to meeting her had been easy, so why was he expecting this to go smoothly?

“Actually, the guard did say something strange before knocking me out…” The woman trailed off, pausing as she furrowed her brow.

Loki cleared his throat as he looked towards her again. “Strange how?”

“Maxine - or Nulan, whichever one it was…They caught me upstairs in their private quarters. Just before attacking me, they said what is gone…may never return.” The woman pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she recalled the memory. “I’ve never heard it before, and I have no idea what it means…”

What is gone…may never return. Loki turned the phrase backward and forward in his mind, trying to find its place in this absolutely confounding puzzle. But he’d never heard anyone say anything even remotely close to it, so there was nowhere for it to go. The phrase’s sentiment, however, he understood perfectly well.

“It was probably just a threat, or a taunt…” she continued with a dismissive shake of her head. “They were just mocking me, for losing everything…”

“Or it’s a prayer. A desperate request, for some kind of reprieve…” Loki murmured in reply. He didn’t want to think about whether anyone had ever hoped for the same thing after he’d finally walked away, but he was positive that they had. And he hadn’t meant for his interpretation to sound so melancholy, but as his gaze caught the woman’s matching expression, he could feel her understanding of his meaning. Loki hated that.

She must have sensed that as well, because she quickly forced a false smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “No…surely they must have been talking about me losing my boots.”

Her smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared, shifting into a grimace as a violent shiver shuddered over the limbs she struggled to pull close enough. She breathed out a heavy sigh and lowered her forehead to her knees with another tremble, and for once, Loki was grateful for the Jotun physiology keeping him relatively comfortable. But the woman didn’t share the same luxury of such a curse, and she was clearly suffering in these dank and grim conditions.

Loki turned his attention towards his fingers, twitching and fidgeting restlessly in his lap. This particular guilt was both new and unwelcome, like the haunting of fresh ghosts he thought he’d finally manage to not brutally murder for once. It wasn’t directly his fault she was here, that she was suffering. She was a complete stranger, after all, and this couldn’t have been his problem, or his responsibility.

But as Loki lifted his gaze again, carefully moving his eyes to avoid looking upon her once more, he caught a glimpse of the woman’s forgotten boots in the shadows, the ones carelessly stripped away while the guards were searching her the night before.

He recalled one of the first lessons Odin had explained about ruling a kingdom, that sometimes tact and finesse were far more effective than blades or might. Perhaps if Loki was kind instead of harsh, and if he returned the boots to the frozen woman, then she might help alleviate the nagging questions he still had and allow him to fight off sleep for just a little bit longer.

His brow furrowed, and he swallowed hard as he realized this was the least he could do for the both of them. It wasn’t much, but it felt like chopping off a limb when he cleared his throat and forced himself to speak again. “Your, um…boots are in here. They might help you with the…cold.”

The woman’s head popped back up, and her eyes narrowed as she scanned for them in the darkness. “Where are they? I don’t - ” she replied, clumsily attempting to push herself upright, obviously eager to get them back on as soon as possible.

Loki felt an odd sense of duty, one that had been buried deep underneath the many eons of pain, and it compelled him to act before he had the chance to second-guess himself. He moved slowly, shifting his weight onto his hip, and extended his arm out. His fingers were just long enough to barely grasp the black leather pull loops, to drag them closer and then place them within her reach while maintaining a safe distance, and without the need for him to stand.

A faint smile crossed her lips as she stretched to pull them closer. “Thank you so much, Loki.”

He couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact anymore; it was hard enough to listen to the bewildered gratitude in her voice. His every movement had stayed within the safe confines of the shadows, and he imagined that she saw her boots reappearing as if from the loving aid of a benevolent god, of someone else who was capable of caring.

“It was nothing,” he told them both.

He had fully intended to return his attention back inward, but he found himself distracted by the woman as she shifted on the floor. Curling and stretching her limbs, gracelessly attempting to pull a boot back on with a single hand, and then reluctantly, with both hands. She let out a gasping whimper as she tried to extend out her left arm, and Loki noticed her fingers trembling as she tried to push through the pain.

Obligation flared along his spine again, but this time, Loki questioned it. A childhood memory surfaced, of when his father would return home from war, bruised and exhausted and weary, and Loki would rush to his side, eager to help with removing his armor and assist in any way he could. He thought maybe if he proved himself useful, eager and determined, like his older brother was, then Odin might finally give him a chance to fight alongside him.

But even though his seidr had been well-advanced for his age, his father had always refused to bring Loki along, despite never leaving home without Thor. Odin had said that Loki wasn’t ready yet, that he wasn’t strong enough, that it was too dangerous for a little boy to be out on the field and surrounded by their mortal enemies.

“Such a young prince falling into the hands of Asgard’s opponents could prove disastrous to the realms,” his father had said, even though that fear had never stopped him from bringing Thor into battle. It wasn’t until much later that Loki realized the truth, that the only real use he had wasn’t needed back then - not until the direst of circumstances forced his father’s ultimate and final hand.

The woman let out a sharp groan, bringing Loki back to the present. She had collapsed back against the wall, sniffling and brushing the messy strands of crimson hair away from her face. “Loki, I’m so sorry…but can you please…?”

His eyes widened, and hers were full of tears. Her cheeks reddened, and her lower lip trembled as she spoke with a cracked voice. “Please help me? I’m so cold, and I can’t…I can’t get these back on…”

It wasn’t like the cold, calculating demands he was previously used to, and Loki realized that it pained her to ask like this. She wasn’t trying to get anything out of him, she wasn’t manipulating her way into something more than she deserved, or trying to get him to commit atrocities in her name.

It wasn’t a game or a trick designed to be laughed at later with her friends; she genuinely just needed his help. But the problem was that this kind of assistance not only required him to vacate the shadows, to come closer and share the same air as her - it necessitated physical touch. Loki was sure he couldn’t handle that.

The muscles in his fingers articulated of their own accord, separating and curling into just the right place to summon and concentrate his seidr, intent on disassembling the atoms that made up the woman’s boots and reassembling them back where they belonged.

A suitable compromise, Loki believed, except that absolutely nothing happened. The warmth that normally accompanied his magic was nowhere to be found, that familiar connection to the past and the present, to his mother, wasn’t opening its loving arms to welcome him back home - and that was when he finally remembered.

Loki’s seidr was dead, because he was supposed to be dead.

He’d forsaken his magic as soon as he’d arrived here. Once he willingly stepped through the Time Door and into this dungeon, once he’d realized that the first thing this newly-freed universe had done was trap him yet again, he decided that this time it was really meant to be.

So he didn’t bother fighting it, and he willingly let go of the tendrils of seidr he had once clung so tightly to. He didn’t deserve the honor of wielding it, not after what he’d done in New York. And what use would that magic have been to the hollowed-out shell of a person he was now? What good could he have possibly done with it anyway?

“Loki?”

Once again, the woman’s quiet voice refocused his attention. Her expression had fallen even further during his silent brooding, and she was staring woefully into the dark, desperately hoping to see him finally coming to her aid. A deep sense of dread rose up within his chest, thick and impenetrable, oozing between his ribs to singe and suffocate his lungs like molten lava.

Loki didn’t know what to do, and yet, he moved anyway. Pressing his palms flat against the stone floor, he bent his knees and carefully pushed himself upright. His joints cracked and popped, his muscles were stiff and sluggish as he slid one foot forward, and the belt around his waist was far looser than when he’d initially put it on.

Taking another step closer, his mind suddenly dizzied, and his body began to sway dangerously from the juxtaposition of pushing himself forward while he’d been wasting away. He quickly grabbed onto the wall with a sharp gasp, trying to steady himself as his legs tingled themselves awake.

“Loki…are you alright?” the woman murmured, her brow furrowing with concern.

“I’m fine, it’s just - ” Loki sighed heavily, his heart pounding and muscles trembling. “I’m just not used to…standing.”

Loki closed his eyes and leaned against the wall for a moment, willing his body back into operating under his own control. But despite his best efforts, weariness and exhaustion were still permanently at the helm, relentlessly steering him back towards collapsing and passing out again.

“It’s alright. Take your time…”

Loki’s eyes snapped back open, painfully aware that she was still watching him closely, and he did everything he could to both avoid her gaze and her reassurance. Nothing about this was alright, and he could hear his father’s chastising voice from beyond the stars, criticizing him for allowing enervation to consume him - even though that was the only way to keep himself out of trouble.

His eyes flitted across the dungeon cell, feverishly taking in the stone walls and steel bars of the door, then out to the flickering lantern light of the hallway. Loki had never even bothered to take a good look at his coffin before committing to staying in it for all eternity, but from this elevation, he could clearly examine the cuts that made up the large slabs of the walls and floor. Meticulous, flawless, precise - too perfect to have been sliced by hand.

His gaze moved to the cream-colored candlestick suspended within the single lantern in the hallway, evenly melted away and without a single speck of soot upon the glass encasing it. From there, he could make out the grooves carved by the steel bars into the doorway’s arch as it swung open and closed, and the streaked and dark stains, smudged against the grayed and leadened floor, leading from the hallway back into their cell.

The woman’s blood, he assumed, and Loki’s hands clenched into fists. His throat tightened, and the slightest hint of outrage began to reluctantly wake from its slumber.

Forcing the feeling away, Loki finally closed the distance and carefully crouched in front of the woman; only then did he let her be the focus of his attention. Loose and uneven strands of crimson had been pulled free from the long, disheveled braid nestled untidily over her shoulder;her skin was wan and pallid, and her lips were tinted with the faintest hint of blue.

Dried blood had smeared on her ear, her neck, the lengths of her hair and along her cheek. It was everywhere, mixed with the dirt and muck from the floor, coating the corners of her cracked lips and the freckles that dotted her cheekbone. The fact that the blood was dried, meaning the original wound was at the very least no longer actively bleeding, did nothing to make him feel better.

Loki lowered one knee down to the floor, precariously settling his weight onto one ankle, and the woman’s attention was now entirely fixed on her boots. She swallowed nervously, and Loki silently agreed with the sentiment. How long had it been since he’d touched another person? Did he even remember how to be gentle? How to not contaminate?

Moving cautiously, he took a boot into his grasp, threading his fingers between the loops and slowly pulling to loosen its laces. While he worked, he focused on the soft leather: its scent was herbal, earthy, and with just the barest suggestion of sweetness. Intricate designs, swirls and constellations and rays of light emanating from an overly-stylized sun were stitched into the leather, extending from the collar and flowing down way past the ankle.

Soft, pliable and shiny, the leather still showed signs of its latest polish, applied with a healthy dose of high-quality wax, from underneath the layers of grim. The boots had been methodically cared for, regularly and recently, and probably not too long before the woman found herself in custody of the mysterious guards. Loki found himself curious about the circumstances of her capture.

Stained in the same shade of night as the leathers covering her legs, they blended seamlessly together with the rest of her clothing, from the thin stockings on her feet to the chipped lacquer on her fingernails. Everything was the exact same color, save for the thin, flowing emerald tunic that had long since come untucked, and the gem that hung from her neck.

And everything she wore was undoubtedly expensive, most likely customized for this particular owner, and she had obviously not dressed for being locked inside a damp and grimy dungeon. At best, she was prepared for a pleasant walk through the woods on a mildly chilly evening; Loki tried not to think about it too much.

Out of his peripheral vision, Loki could see the woman stealing glances up at him. She watched him carefully, her sea green eyes shifting cautiously between his face, his hands, and the boot he was unlacing - obviously examining and judging the hideous monster whose help she had no choice but to accept.

Loki began to feel self-conscious. There was no doubt that his own appearance wasn’t any better than her own at the moment; in fact, he was sure it was much, much worse. Dark and unkempt curls hung way past his shoulders like sinister snakes. The skin on his hands was sullen and pallor, shifting dangerously close to bluish gray, and he had no idea if his eyes had begun to drift back into their original shade of ruby-red or not. He promised himself that this would be the only time she ever saw his face up close.

When he could no longer justify stalling with the laces, he cleared his throat, and forced his fingers to tap the underside of her leg; a featherlight touch that could have been easily missed if one hadn’t been expecting it. But the woman again mercifully sensed his meaning, and she positioned the appropriate foot for him to slide the boot on.

Too well, Loki noticed, as he pulled the collar up to settle around her calf; she was exceptionally practiced at having others put footwear on her - at tensing the right muscles at just the right moment, and extending the leg with just enough force to seat the foot comfortably against the insole.

“Sorry about this…” she mumbled as Loki pulled the laces tight and began looping them back and forth around the hooks. “Although, this is probably the most exciting thing you’ve done in a while, huh?”

She was trying to lighten the mood, to distract from the previous awkwardness of such close quarters. Loki’s response was flat and measured, his attention focused on tying instead of talking. “Like I said - it’s nothing.”

A nervous silence followed, one that was far more uncomfortable than the awkwardness. Loki hadn’t meant to be so dismissive, and perhaps he’d been far too frigid for someone who was supposed to be helping her. When he finished the final loop, he cleared his throat again and forced himself to look up again.

“Is that…too tight for you?” he murmured softly.

The woman managed a weak smile as she flexed her ankle. “No. It feels fine.”

Loki noted that her pupils dilated ever so slightly when she met his gaze, and he took that as a good sign that her head injury wasn’t a completely serious one. He wasn’t sure why he was noting that, but nonetheless, he had, and he didn’t have the energy to start questioning it. Instead, he busied himself with picking up the other boot and threading his fingers underneath its laces like he’d done with the first.

“Is this all I have left? Just waiting in this cell to die?”

Her voice had taken on a somber, more sorrowful tone now; apparently open anguish was much easier for her than polite small-talk, and if she hadn’t been so exhausted, Loki would have guessed there would have been more than a tear or two accompanying her questions. He wasn’t sure how to answer her; bringing up the fact that the other prisoners before her had never lasted more than a day or two, or the fact that they were never returned once removed from their cells, probably wasn’t going to help her mood very much.

“At least they’re leaving you alone for the most part,” Loki answered, lightly tapping his fingers underneath her other leg for the placement of its boot. “Be thankful for relative peace.”

The woman sighed heavily as she cooperated. “Relative peace. That’s all I have to look forward to?”

“For some, that’s all they’ve ever wanted,” Loki said absentmindedly. “They’d kill for it, and others willingly die in its pursuit…”

The woman’s eyebrows raised in troubled concern, and Loki tried to ignore it. He couldn’t understand why he was like this, either speaking too familiarly with the woman, or far too flippantly. He was out of practice when it came to any sort of normal conversation, but he didn’t want to be accustomed to it again. In the end, she was just a temporary distraction, and he wasn’t supposed to even exist at all.

“That’s very enlightened, coming from someone who has nightmares every time he closes his eyes…” the woman replied as he finished tying the laces on the other boot. She flexed that ankle, and then nodded her approval while pulling her knees back against her chest.

Loki’s brow furrowed as he met her gaze once more. Her eyes were wide and open, appearing to be without a single shred of judgment, only empathy. Loki couldn’t help but scrutinize her for that. If she only knew how little he deserved kindness, and he was irritated that she’d noticed how bad his nightmares were at all. He’d rather have not known that his weakness was on complete display, and thus, beyond his complete control.

Slowly pushing himself back up to standing, grateful that the task and its requisite close proximity were finally over, Loki’s fingertips trailed along the cold stone as he backed into the shadows again. But lethargy was creeping back in, along with the ever-present unsettled and restless energy, and when Loki returned to sitting, he wasn’t quite as far into the dark as he had been before.

“You know, it may help your nightmares to talk about them,” the woman suggested cautiously. “Perhaps unburdening yourself a little would be a good thing…”

Loki grimaced. Of all the ways she could have worded it, he wished it hadn’t been in that specific way. As it were, various burdens of all sorts were already going to haunt him until the end of time, it seemed, and he preferred not to be reminded of the purposes initially set upon him by Thanos. And even if he wanted to, where should he begin?

He still didn’t quite understand what exactly had happened to him on Knowhere; that entire year was just a chaotic haze of torture and manipulation, through both physical and psychological means, and it was impossible for him to decipher what was real and what was a lie. Even now, he couldn’t even recall the exact circumstances that led to his descent from the Bifrost and into Thanos’ control.

Sometimes, he could clearly remember the decision to let go of Gungnir and fall into the abyss; other times, he was absolutely convinced that his brother had pushed him in a jealous rage, furious that Loki’s short tenure as King had proved far more successful than any longer one Thor could have ever managed.

Either way, the fall had resulted in him becoming Thanos’ prisoner, and then later, as a member of the Black Order - but only after they’d finally conceded that physical torture was never going to work on the body of a Frost Giant, on an Asgardian prince raised as a warrior, or on a powerful sorcerer who already had extremely complicated feelings about being alive in the first place.

But once they realized that he just wanted somewhere to belong, they finally started to see real progress, and the emotional manipulation that followed was probably more effective than they could have ever hoped for. It was so very easy to muddy the rough waters of Loki’s psyche thanks to the Chitauri Scepter and his tremendous heartbreak - a kind word here, a clever lie there, and nothing but speeches about revenge and betrayals, destinies and purposes, salvation and redemption, and scorned Kings and their disgraced sons.

After Loki had been welcomed into the fold, Thanos explained his need for the Tesseract; if Loki acquired it, then he would be granted an army to help take Midgard by as excessive and violent force as he deemed necessary. The God of Mischief already knew that he wanted to be as destructive as possible - to both completely cripple his brother’s fondness for the pathetic humans, and to show Odin that he would settle for being a terrifying leader if he wasn’t permitted to be a good one.

His idea for retrieving the Tesseract had been a clever one; so clever that Loki wasn’t surprised that Thanos or the Black Order hadn’t ever considered it before. But getting to suggest it meant that his new Master was immediately pleased with his usefulness, something that had rarely happened with his previous keeper, and Loki was so grateful for the opportunity to satisfy.

Out of the six Infinity Stones, the Space Stone was unique in that it could generate massive amounts of self-sustaining energy. Its power signature was incredibly easy to track, and it didn’t take long for Loki to determine the Tesseract’s location inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. research facility. Under Fury’s careful and watchful eye, the mortals were studying its capabilities for power production, no doubt to be used in some kind of advanced weapons manufacture instead of something that could actually be used to help mankind.

A stereotypically short-sighted action, one that would soon be their downfall, because none of those weapons would ever be able to stop him from completing his task. Had they realized the stone’s true potential, as Loki had, then perhaps the humans might have fared better during his invasion.

Because he knew something that apparently no one else did, something he now prayed that no one else would ever be able to figure out. Loki was in the unusual position of understanding exactly how the Bifrost had operated, of how it could easily send and receive anything from across the galaxies with frightening and pinpoint accuracy. As a child, he was fascinated by the Bifrost, and more than once Heimdall had to stop him from attempting to disassemble it while searching for the details of its inner workings.

Once informed of her son’s unyielding curiosities, his mother had patiently redirected that energy towards Asgard’s massive libraries. There, he spent many late nights pouring over the texts and histories of the magnificent Bifrost. Once he’d devoured all he could from words, he then spent his time exploring the Realm and looking for means of travel that didn’t involve going to the Bifrost at all.

And thanks to the Mad Titan’s relentless and universal conquest in search of the stones, Loki had access to incalculable amounts of lore, research and history that had been stolen from countless cultures and societies. He spent months buried in books and manuscripts, performing calculations and practicing his seidr, searching desperately for the perfect combination of science and magic to get him what he needed.

All of that, when combined with his extensive knowledge of the Bifrost, allowed Loki to realize that all he needed was a power-source. It must have been fate and its impeccable sense of humor, because the Space Stone could be the engine, and the Tesseract was going to be the gateway - a terrible, incredible bridge between where you were, and where you desperately wanted to be.

For Loki, the Tesseract was going to deliver him to vengeance, respect, authority and glory - in a way that no one would be able to undo once he finally got it. His brother, his father, the entire Nine Realms and beyond, all of them would be powerless to stop him once he figured out how to open the Tesseract’s portal from the other side.

Returning to his research with a new sense of delirium, he gave up on sleep, and food, and his sanity while he searched for the answer. His cheeks became hollow, his eyes were sunken deep into his skull, and his skin grew weak and frail. His nerves were on the verge of total disintegration, his heart ached and his mind was hazy.

His every waking thought was consumed by the Tesseract, and on the rare occasion that he actually passed out, so were his nightmares. He became too lost to even carry on a conversation; all he could manage were grunts and groans and strange approximations of the word “Tesseract”. Every part of himself, anything that had once been Loki, had all but slipped away.

But occasionally, Loki would come back to himself. He would look down at his hands in horror, and he wouldn’t understand where he was or how he got there. While screaming and lashing out, the one called Ebony Maw would preach about balance, about salvation and judgment and how Loki was destined to assist the Great Titan in saving all of life, by ending half of it. He was instructed to be grateful for being allowed to take part in it.

But it didn’t make any sense, and Loki tried so hard to resist, to fight them off, to scramble to the exit and free himself, to warn someone of the terrible thing that was coming. Then, something would happen, something would touch him, and his mind would cloud back over with rage and madness. The dangerous craving for the Tesseract would return tenfold, and then he would be back on task, more eager than ever to please.

After a quick journey through the minds of the men known as Selvig and Barton, Loki finally had everything he needed to complete his sacred mission. The astrophysicist filled in the last remaining gaps about the Tesseract’s functionalities, and the archer revealed information about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s security protocols - how many personnel were on site, what types of weapons they had, where they’d been trained. The details of every file stored on their secret servers, every individual’s personal histories - including that of the beings once considered to join the so-called Avengers, the ones that might be called upon to stop him.

On his first attempt, Loki succeeded in opening the Tesseract’s portal. One moment, he was standing on Thanos’ ship, and the next, he was inside the research facility, shrouded within a haze of smoke and mania. By the third second, he was ferociously attacking, moving and acting without consideration for the stealth or secrecy he’d been trained with as a child. He didn’t even bother dodging the humans’ pathetic projectiles; instead, he focused on murdering the ones he had already deemed useless to his cause, and using the Sceptre to convert the ones that were worthy of it

Nor did he bother mincing words with Fury as the Director stalled for time, not even the ones ripped directly from Ebony Maw’s impassioned and self-important speeches. Loki already knew how unstable the gateway was, and that was by design. During his maniacal studies, he had determined how best to sustain the portal’s opening for safe and easy passage - first, in order to allow entry for the Chitauri forces, and then to facilitate easy travel for Thanos to find the rest of the stones later on.

Loki’s first act of murder had been intentionally not stabilizing the portal as it opened inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility; he had wanted the structure to collapse in a stunning display of destruction. Whether it was to be an ominous warning for what he was about to do, or if it was to serve as a call to action for the only ones who could have prevented him from succeeding, he still wasn’t quite sure.

Either way, he ultimately failed in the only way that had mattered. Loki didn’t achieve vengeance or respect or authority, and there was no victory or glory waiting for him after it was over. The Chitauri Forces were destroyed, the Tesseract was not handed over to Thanos per their agreement, and he’d made a great many vicious and unforgiving enemies that day.

In the end, the only thing waiting for him was a prison cell on Asgard, and all he’d managed to do was to make everything worse.

And presumably, after it was over, Thanos still had access to all of Loki’s research. Losing out on the Tesseract would have infuriated him and the Black Order; a minor inconvenience, sure, but it wouldn’t have hindered their quest in the slightest. Thanos still knew how to use the Tesseract because of him - and more importantly, he understood how to use it in the most destructive way possible. That was completely and entirely Loki’s fault, and he just hoped that Thanos was arrogant enough to keep that information to himself, that no one else would try and fail in the same catastrophic way that Loki had.

Maybe the Tesseract wasn’t meant to be used as a gateway, and in doing so, Loki had ensured that he’d never get what he wanted, and that he’d lose what little he had left. All of that madness and frantic chaos and deliberate carnage had been for absolutely nothing. Maybe the Tesseract was cursed, and maybe, so was he.

Because every single time Loki had come into contact with it, his life had taken a drastic and even more devastating turn for the worse. Attempting to acquire it for Thanos had broken him - mind, body, and soul; fleeing New York with it had landed him in the clutches of the TVA; and apparently, it had been his ultimate destiny to die while trying to keep it from the Mad Titan.

The absolute last thing Loki ever wanted was to be reminded of the Tesseract - more than he wanted silence, or solitude, or to rot. And now this woman wanted to know what his nightmares were about?

Even if he had made it to the prison cell on Asgard, he wasn’t planning to explain himself to anyone. What was he supposed to tell his brother, his mother, his father? That he’d been deceived? Were they going to believe that he’d fallen for someone else’s lies so easily, and without question? That the God of Mischief himself had been tricked, played for a fool and made to be the universe’s largest and most pathetic scapegoat?

No, trying to justify his actions would be a grave disservice to the innocent lives he’d taken, and telling the truth was next to impossible. Even just talking about the betrayal of his family would be too much for him to bear, and that was the only aspect of the entire thing that Loki had never, ever second-guessed.

The woman continued stealing glances in his direction, from just a few feet away now. Still waiting for him to say something, anything, to help keep her mind distracted from her own plights. For the briefest of moments, he actually considered asking if she’d ever heard of the Tesseract, or the Infinity Stones. If she knew who Thanos was, if he’d ever been to this planet before…but as Loki fidgeted with his tie, running his fingers over the frayed and broken seams in the cloth, he knew the answer didn’t matter.

The appropriate time to have asked that question would have been when he’d first arrived, back when the TemPad still had the power to take him some place else if need be. But now the TemPad was dead; he was trapped here, and the longer he could go without hearing about the Tesseract, the better. The longer he could go on in the blissful ignorance of relative peace, and without talking about himself, the easier this would be for everyone.

“How did you wind up here anyway?” He winced as he spoke, hating himself for being more than a little curious about it. “I can’t imagine the guards asking you to come along nicely…”

The woman hesitated for a moment, no doubt replaying the events in her mind and wishing she had done something differently. Her fingers grasped the gem that hung from her neck, and she swallowed hard. “I was…taken from Tessaway, my home, in the middle of the night.”

She paused, her eyes focused on something non-existent in the distance. “I don’t know how they made it past the sentries, but they…managed, somehow. They took me from my bed, while I slept…”

Loki shook his head, trying to appear sympathetic. “You lived in a heavily guarded city. It must be a very dangerous place…”

“Tessaway isn’t a city,” she corrected, furrowing her brow as she looked over at him. “It’s the castle in Fayrest. You know, the capital city…?”

He didn’t know any of that, of course, having never left this cell. The woman looked like she wanted to say more but was afraid to, and he couldn’t help but think about why she had seemed to imply before that no one was going to rescue her. “Wouldn’t someone from the castle have noticed your absence? Surely they have to be looking for you by now…”

“No…” The woman shifted uncomfortably in place, her expression broken and forlorn. “No, I was just a servant. No one important enough to miss…”

Loki had been studying her carefully ever since he’d realized her captors were going to keep her alive for much longer than they had the others. Her movements were elegant and refined, her clothing and jewelry expensive and customized, her speech graceful and enchanting; the kind of charming that could only come from years of practice. He didn’t believe for a second that she was just a servant working in a castle.

But she was also clearly in a tremendous amount of pain, and for whatever reason, was keeping the origins of her birth a secret. Loki wondered what might have happened to him if he had been given that luxury, if he hadn’t been the only one to not know the truth about himself.

“Ah, a servant,” he replied, trying to lighten the mood a little. His unpracticed lips curved into a forced and lazy grin. “That certainly explains why you’re so concerned about my well-being…”

The woman’s eyebrows raised in amusement, and she tilted her head curiously as if taking his comment as a challenge. “What’s the matter? Are you not used to someone worrying about your well-being?”

Loki’s jaw tensed; perhaps he hadn’t been behaving as opaquely as he hoped, and he hated that she could see through him just as well as he could through her. He glanced over, and decided to provoke her right back. “Well, I’m sure they’ll miss you at the castle eventually. Like when there’s pots that need washing, or linens that need changing?”

“Yes, yes, that’s very funny…” she replied, rolling her eyes. “I get it, the thing about servants is that no one knows your name until something you normally do suddenly isn’t being done anymore…”

The woman turned, and she met his gaze with a considering and dissecting one of her own. “Like you - you don’t need anything from me, so why would you ever bother learning my name?”

From just a few feet away, the woman stared deep into his soul, tugging at the strings that still held him upright and all but questioning if they were even necessary. He waited until she looked away to furrow his brow again, because while she was right about him not needing anything from her, she was surely mistaken about the other half of her point.

Because he did actually know her name; it was the first new name he’d learned in such a very long time, and he thought it suited her quite well, all things considered. But he had been trying to avoid acknowledging it, not wanting it to mean something more than what it was.

It was just a name, after all; a series of specific vocalizations designed to get her attention. Saying it out loud didn’t mean that they were friends, or that they were even important to each other. It wouldn’t bind them in any way, or obligate him to care. But if that were true, then why did he have such a problem with saying it?

Loki could feel a nervous energy creeping relentlessly up his spine again. He wished it would stop receding, that it would stay put, because the constant shifting between relaxing and stressing was completely wearing him out. He told himself he just needed to say it out loud and get it over with, before he could start second-guessing and talk himself out of it again - especially now that she had noticed his careful avoidance of her name.

“What kind of servant knows how to fight with a staff anyway?” Loki asked, affecting an innocent and casual tone. “I guess servants named Oliviette do…”

After he answered his own question, Loki looked towards her again, and Oliviette was already smiling back at him; it was a bleary and quiet acknowledgement, but the sentiment was definitely noteworthy. For the first time since they’d met, he could see the dimples in her cheeks, and it was impossible to miss the way her eyes lit up with mirth, or how her lips pursed before she finally responded.

“What? Am I not allowed to have hobbies outside of work?”

Loki struggled to not return her smile. He almost felt a sense of appreciation for her snark and the much-needed diversion from the constant aching in his chest. It was only then that he remembered that this was supposed to be a temporary distraction; he couldn’t afford to spend needless energy that didn’t directly involve finding out why the guards were keeping Oliviette alive for this long.

Keeping a safe distance was paramount, his new glorious purpose. Trust was for children and dogs, wasn’t that how he’d put it to Mobius during their first meeting? As long as he stayed here, keeping himself isolated and protected, then he couldn’t ever be tricked into being someone else’s attack dog ever again. He couldn’t ever hurt anyone again.

Besides, it was highly implausible that her life would end in any way other than tragically. Loki’d already had quite enough of that - and would it be worth getting close to her, even if it didn’t?

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A Visit to the Healer

A/N: Happy weekend! New smutty fic for everyone!

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Summary: Loki visits you, an Asgardian Healer one evening to relieve his burning ache.

Pairing: Prince!Loki x AsgardianHealer!Reader

Word count: 1202

Warnings: smut, 18+ DNI, mentions of sex etc..

You are one of the acclaimed healers for the Royal Family in Asgard, a feat for someone your age. Most healers you work with were as old as Odin themselves yet you were just a bit younger than Princes Thor and Loki. Your penchant for herbology and healing magic earned Frigga's favor and Loki's attention - both being respective powerful magic welders in the realm.

You were wrapping up a day's work in your own personal greenhouse, you were immersed in the silence of the night, only hearing the sounds of nature - just how you preferred it. You were organizing the manuscripts and tomes for various potions that you were developing that was sprawling on top of the immense oak table when you hear approaching footsteps. Long, light strides crunching the leaves underneath. You peeked and saw a familiar face - Prince Loki. His chiseled face was illuminated by the moon and looking all regal in his emerald, and gold Asgardian garb.

"It's already midnight. Has mother been overworking you again yn?" the prince inquired as he draws closer to you.

"Good evening, Loki. Fortunately not, I was about to retire for the night. What brings you here tonight? You don't seem to look injured for you to need my healing power" you responded as you organized the last tome back into the shelf.

" oh but I ache, the pain rippling throughout my body like bursts of electricity, my core burning with a strong desire waiting to be quenched" he teasingly cooed in your ear, only to receive a naive response.

"Norns, that doesn't sound good, I'll prepare a potion to make you feel better" you gestured for him to sit on the wooden chair, feigning ignorance about what he just said. A blush crept up on your face but you looked away so Loki wouldn't notice.

"You know that's not what I meant yn" he said sternly.

You sighed, you were trying so hard to curb your growing desire for Loki, and him doing this isn't helping your case at all. You love how passionate he is about magic and every time he visits you would just talk about it. But this visit has a deeper meaning than the previous ones.

Did he perhaps like you too? "Tell me, what is it then that you desire?" you wanted clarity - knowing full well he wanted more than just your herbs and potions.

He drew in, his warm hand grabbing you by the waist to pull you closer. You can feel his warm breath as he nuzzles on the crook of your neck making your legs feel like jelly and you start to pool with arousal "I want to claim you - I can't fight this feeling for you any longer. I want you to be mine and mine only.. tonight and forever. Please tell me you want it too"

You tried to process what just happened but your mind had started feeling hazy from arousal, you knew you want it as much as he does, "yes - I want this and I want you"

He crashed his lips to yours in a slow and sensual kiss, tongues intertwining in a sweet dance. His hands roam to undress you without breaking the kiss and you fiddle to unbuckle his belt too. Your clothes drop by your ankle as Loki admires your supple body, glistening in the flickering light of the lanterns. You did free his cock as well, springing out of the tight confines of his trousers and towering angrily towards his belly. You were in awe of this sight and wondered if this could ever fit you.

You kissed again, now his hands roaming around your body, groping both breasts and occasionally flicking your nipples - making you groan. He lifts you up so you sit on the oak table, your legs spreading to show a wet cunt waiting to be filled. He started stroking his cock as he looked at you with his lust-filled eyes.

You started touching yourself as well, lifting a leg up the table as you drew lazy circles on your clit, making you moan in pleasure. Loki can't help himself, he rushes to grip your inner thighs, lifting and spreading both of your legs on the table now and sinking deep into your throbbing wetness. He hungrily devours you, his nose brushing on your engorged nub as he licks and sucks you. Occasionally he darts his tongue inside you.

He then proceeds to wet his digits and carefully burrows them inside you. You bucked your hips and gyrate to match the tempo as he thrust his fingers inside you. His pace quickened as you felt your walls clenching him tightly, you threw your head back as you orgasmed, flooding his fingers. He licked his finger clean from your sweet nectar as he does with your pussy too. Your whole body shuddered.

He moved between your thighs to position himself, moving your butt slightly on the edge. His cock twitched as he guided it to your folds. He teasingly drew a strip across before slowly burrowing the tip inside. You gasped at his girth as he continue to slowly inch inside you until he was balls deep. He felt your wet walls clamping down on him and you dug your nails deep into his back. The pain and the pleasure urged him to take it slowly. He thrust slowly out, only leaving the tip inside before thrusting in again. He started picking up the pace and releasing a feral grunt every time he pushes himself deeper. You responded by moaning his name over and over as he crashes into your sweet spot. The dirty squelching your bodies produce were like an aphrodisiac to your ears. Your toe fingers curled as you slowly ascend to climax.

"Loki... I... I'm about to..." You mustered in between breaths, tears forming on the corners of your eyes

"Cum for me, darling.. let it out." He shakily responded.

You arched your back and pulled him closer as you had your sweet release, flooding Loki's cock inside you.

"I'm cumming to yn... Oh fuck"

It was the last thing you heard before you felt his warm seed spilling inside you. He pulled out and slumped on a chair behind him as he marvels at the mess you both made - your legs still spreading as your pussy drips from your combined cum unto the table, and spilling unto the floor. You lie there exhausted as Loki groggily stands up to help prop you up.

"you did amazing, darling. Far better than all the nights I spent fantasizing about you. I love you" he whispered as he plants small kisses on your forehead.

" I love you too..." You trailed off as you started rubbing your legs together.

"my darling, you're still horny, aren't you? Oh dear, we need to fix that" he teased.

"It was just too good!" You shyly responded, pursing your lips.

"I guess we will be having the greenhouse all to ourselves tonight. You might need your stamina potions, darling" he quips as he takes you in for another kiss before pulling down the table and flipping you over so he could take you from behind this time.

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I'm looking for a fic I found while back that had Reader enjoying the details of Loki's sexiness during a meeting. She is losing her mind at how sexy his jaw is, fantasizing about his cheekbones etc...but is hilarious about it all. Then it turns out that he can read her mind and he makes a comment that he can't wait until she finds out about an interesting part of him. It's sexy and hilarious and it's annoying me that I cannot find it! Any help would be appreciated. Thanks lovelies!

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World's Apart: Chapter 3

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!OFC, Steve x Goddess!OFC

Summary: Alina, the Goddess of healing, was cast out of Asgard by Odin, but has recently returned home under secrecy. Just when she believes her secret is safe, she’s summoned to help heal Thor, who has grown ill since taking the thrown. Suddenly, Alina is forced to be around Loki while trying to help heal his brother. Will she be able to live in the castle with Thor and Loki again or does her heart belong back on Midgard?

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3,552

Notes: I hope you guys like this chapter, let me know!

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The following morning Eir walks into Thor’s room and sighs looking down at his still unconscious form. He looked so peaceful, despite the fact that he was still sick. The morning sun was shining down on his golden hair, making it look even more golden somehow and his skin ws so clear and youthful, but this peaceful facade only made Eir more frustrated. She felt defeated at the fact that her healing spell didn't work, but she still had one more trick up her sleeve. The reason she didn't use it before was that she didn't think Thor was a ill as he clearly was, “Alright, Thor, what is going on with you?”

Eir sits down on the bed next to Thor and grasps his right hand in both of her own. Closing her eyes, she focuses her energy and imagines her power flowing from her body to his, as she does this, white line start to flow from their intertwined hands up Thor's arms. She squints her eyes shut tighter, furrowing her eyebrows together, and searches his body, trying to find any abnormality. It is deathly quiet in the room while she does this and lasts only for a few minutes, when she's done the white lines disappear and she opens her eyes.

“Any luck?”

She looks over her shoulder at Loki, “Actually, yes.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Really?”

She scoffs at his surprised tone, “Don’t sound so surprised, I’m more powerful than I look.”

He chuckles, “Hm, I’d love to find out some day.”

She stands up from the bed, knowing what he truly meant, but deciding to ignore the flirtation, “What ails him is not of this realm.”

Thor's condition wasn't super serious and wasn't something she hadn't seen before, she was honestly upset with herself that she didn't think of it sooner. She didn't know how, but he had contracted a blood toxin from Midgard. These things happen and she's gotten sick from the same thing from her time on Midgard, but she didn't go into a coma, which was the odd part. She would have to ask him more when he woke up.

Loki narrows his eyes, “So what of it then? How do we fix it?”

“That’s the problem," she answers, "I have to go to Midgard. I have an elixir there that can heal him.”

He hesitates, “Can you not just make it here?”

She shakes her head, “No, the things it requires I don't have here.”

He rolls his eyes, “You know better than I, at least that is what I’ve been told.” He looks back at his brother, “What’s wrong with him anyway?”

She sighs, “I should have read his body yesterday, but I was not thinking properly, I suppose.” She pauses and take a deep breath, “It’s nothing serious. He just has a toxin in his blood. I can heal him, but not with a simple spell.”

He nods in response, “Fine, but you are not going alone.”

“I’ll be fine." She dismisses his protest with her hand, "The elixir is located where I use to live with some friends of mine. It is not dangerous, it’s actually in one of the safest places possible.”

He tilts his head curiously, “Who are these friends?”

She smirks a bit, “While living there, a few began to question my long life and how I was able to heal so effectively, so they approached me and asked for my assistance. I helped them out on a few occasions, but only when Thor wasn’t around. Which wasn’t difficult considering the trouble you caused elsewhere.” She smiles up into his eyes, which were now dark from anger.

After living on Midgard for over 60 years, SHIELD was formed, and they started to keep tabs on her, wondering how she kept her same appearance. They didn't approach her for years, until after the battle of New York, finding that they need more help than they had. They wanted to know more about her, felt that they finally needed to know if she was a threat or a friend. Eir was cautious at first, not knowing their true intentions, but after seeing what Loki had done, she agreed to help them on a case by case basis. She still wanted to be able to come and go as she pleased, trying to help those throughout the world who truly needed her. Reluctantly, they agreed to her terms.

Loki was now scowling down at Eir as he spoke, “Yes, well, now I will have to insist on accompanying you. I can not have these friends of yours being of any more influence on you."

“Jealous much, darling?” She says with a hint of sarcasm as she moves around him to leave Thor’s room.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He shakes his head and follows her out, “I just never would have imagined you making friends with them.”

She scoffs and shakes her head, “They are all amazing mortals and we get along very well. That Steve Rogers helped me out when I was going through a trying time in my life.” He follows her silently when she decides to speak up, “You’re not coming with me, Loki. It’s a harmless journey. I’m retrieving something, not battling Jotunheim.”

He grabs her arm roughly and pulls her into him, “This wasn’t a discussion, Eir. I’m telling you.” His eyes were now filled with rage and his grip was rough, this was not the Loki she remembered. He had changed since she'd been away and she wasn't sure she liked it.

“Why are you being so demanding?” She pulls her arm out of his grasp, “Did you forget who I am? I’ve trained with Thor and Sif, I've been to battle! I’m not some helpless healer.”

He glares down at her, “I'm aware, however, none of that changes my decision.”

She groans in frustration, “If you accompanying me will get me to Midgard, so be it.” She turns on her heels and they head in the direction of Heimdall and the bifrost.

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Once at the bifrost, Heimdall transports them just outside Avengers Compound, convenient. Eir was honestly not expecting to be dropped off so close, but Heimdall said this was where Thor was usually left. The compound hadn't changed since her last visit, except it was now spring instead of winter. There were flowers bloomed all around the building and the sprinklers were running in the front lawn in order to keep the lawn as green as possible. There were various agents walking along the sidewalk the bordered the building and a few helicopters landing and taking off on the roof.

Eir smiles, she missed this place, “Look,” she turns to Loki and crosses her arms, “they are going to be tense when they see you. Most of them are still unsure about Thor’s decision to free you, no matter how helpful you have been.”

“I am aware of their feelings.” He pauses for a moment and then smiles, “Would you feel better if I let you put cuffs on me?” He winks and put his wrists together.

She chuckles a bit, “Loki, if you act out in any way here, you’re going to regret being so willing.” She starts to walk away when he gently grabs her arm and turns her to face him.

“Now now darling, don’t be a tease.” His eyes flicker a bit, making her heart skip a beat.

She blushes, unsure of what to say, “I wasn’t trying to be, just uh, stating a simple fact.” She starts to look at the ground, “If you are unruly here,” she looks back into his eyes, “I’ll have no choice. The mortals safety is important to me.”

He chuckles and lets go of her arm, “Mhm, sounds tempting.” he smirks, “However, having you in cuffs would be more to my liking.”

She narrows her eyes and bites her lip, but doesn't respond. She starts to walk toward the entrance, needing to get away from the tension, when a familiar voice calls to her, “Alina?” She turns around at the sound of her old name, to find Steve Rogers. She smiles in greeting and walks over to him, “Long time no see, you look well.” He smiles and cocks his head to the side, “I’ve actually never seen you wear a dress before.” He looks her up and down a bit, “It suits you.”

She looks to the ground and blushes, “Thanks, um, I just came to pick up so—”

“What are you doing here?” Steve interjects looking next to her at Loki, “And why are you both together?” Gesturing at the two of them.

“Um,” she starts, “See here’s the thing—"

“We came to retrieve an elixir that she has here.” Loki says flatly, glaring at the solider, which makes Eir hit his arm for his rudeness. Loki narrows his eyes at her, not understanding why she hit him.

Steve looks to them, still confused, “That doesn’t explain how you two even know each other.”

Eir takes a deep breath, “Steve, um Loki came to me the other day and uh," she stutters, not knowing how to lie, “he told me that Thor wasn’t well, and I believe I have something here that might help.”

Loki rolls his eyes and groans, a little too loudly. Steve looks at her, then back to Loki, “Maybe you should teach her how to lie.”

“I have offered to teach her a few things.” Loki looks to her and smirks playfully.

Steve scowls back at him, “I don’t think anything more than that is necessary."

Looking between the scowling men, Eir responds, “What?” She pauses and turns to Loki, “How is that not believable?”

“It’s your eyes, darling, they’re too honest.” He says chuckling a bit.

“Regardless!” She glares at him, “That wasn’t even a real lie!”

Steve takes a step closer, taking Eir by her arm, and pulling her to the side, “What are you two really doing here?”

She takes a deep breath, thinking she might as well tell him the truth, Steve wasn't a fool, he would find out eventually. Plus, he always hated it when anyone kept secrets from him, “I haven’t been completely honest with you about who I am.” She rushes out all at once due to her nerves.

He raises an eyebrow, “Well, when I first met you, all you told me was that you weren’t from around here.” He glances at Loki then back to her, “I’m starting to think you meant a little farther than another country.”

She giggles a bit, “Yes, well, I’m from Asgard, and the real reason I’m gifted with healing is because I’m the Goddess of Healing.”

His eyes widened a bit and then he nods, “Well, you never did tell me how you got your powers.” He chuckles to himself and shakes his head, “Then again I never wanted to ask.” He smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “You always have been great with healing people. Even with simple things, like that one time when Barton had the flu.”

She smiles, “Yes, well that was a very simple thing.”

Steve chuckles, “I’ve never seen anyone work harder at trying to help people.” Eir blushes and he continues, “You really do look beautiful, a dress fit for a Goddess.” He smiles to himself and looks into her eyes, “I’ve—we’ve—“ he smiles shyly, “missed you around here.”

Which was true, despite not being around much at the beginning, everyone missed Eir when she was gone. When Tony's compound was finally complete, she did spend more time with everyone, she even decided to set up her own room for when she stayed longer than one day. Eventually, the place became her home and she started to help trained new recruits. It was nice, a distraction from the home she truly missed.

Eir tilts her head slightly, “Really? I didn’t do much around here until this compound of yours was complete.”

“You’re the best trainer we have around here.” He laughs, “Not many people can get a leg up on Vision and myself.”

She laughs, “Well, it helps when you can cast magic and know your opponents weaknesses.”

“Stark told you to go for my legs, so technically that’s cheating.” He crosses his arms and smirks down at her.

She shrugs, “I suppose, however I still won.” She winks and smiles proudly.

They both laugh for a bit and then Steve glances behind her, “Are you sure you can trust him?”

She glances back at Loki, who was currently glaring at them with his arms crossed. She shakes her head at his intensity, then looks back to Steve, “Honestly, I don’t think the correct word is trust. I’m aware of the things he has done and he does seem different now.” She purses her lips, “But if Thor says we can trust him, we should give him a chance. I know Loki, what he truly wants is acceptance, a family.”

Steve nods, “Alright then, if you’e willing to give him a chance, then I’ll talk to the team, see if I can get everyone to agree to the same thing.”

Loki clears his throat, rather rudely, “If you both are done with whatever this is, can we get the elixir now? I don’t want to be here longer than is needed.”

She rolls her eyes and places a hand on Steve’s arm, “It was wonderful to see you again, but he’s right, we must be going.”

Steve smiles and places his hand over mine, “Of course.” He pauses while removing his hand and looks between Loki and Eir, “How about when Thor is better you come back for a visit? Maybe even you too, Loki.”

“You would invite me back on this realm?” Loki asks while walking up next to Eir.

Steve shrugs, “She seems to trust you a bit and her opinion means something around here.” He pauses, “I’ll keep an eye on you though, so don’t try anything.”

“Oh,” Loki glares, “I wouldn’t dream of it. The soldier’s seal of approval is what I want most in my life.”

“Alright gentlemen, that’s enough.” She turns to Loki and pushes him into the compound while waving goodbye to Steve.

The pair make their way into the compound and are silent as they walk past various agents, causing many of them to turn their heads in shock. Eir leads them past the hanger and the gym to a more quiet hallway that lead to the private area of the building. Since there are less people nearby, she looks to Loki and speaks freely, “Must you be so rude?”

“Beg your pardon?”

“Oh do not play innocent with me you little shit.” She hisses back at him.

“Language, darling.” He says laughing and then sighs, “I wasn’t trying to be rude. I’m just not overly found of this realm.” She rolls her eyes and continues down the hallway in silence.

Suddenly Loki speaks, "Why did you stay here with these mortals?”

Eir thinks for a moment— caught off guard— not sure how to answer, “I believe it was because I was lonely.” She pauses and looks to the ground as she walks, “For almost 170 years I was alone. At first, I didn’t want anyone to get close to me, afraid I would hurt another. Then, I tried working at a hospital as a nurse for a while and it was nice, I was good at what I was doing. I began to see that I had no reason to fear my powers and that I could actually help the mortals. However, the other humans there began to suspect that I was something more, so I left. After that, I felt lost, confused, and didn’t know where my place should be on this realm.” She pauses and takes a deep breath, remembering old times, “Then I met Steve, well more like he found me. The mortals he worked for had him come to ask questions, apparently my long life made some curious. He wanted me to join them and help bring peace to this realm. He thought with my many talents, I would be of use.” She begins to fiddle with her fingers, “Through the years, Steve and I trained together, fought battles together, and we have even fought each other.” She chuckles to herself thinking about it, “He eventually became one of the few I could trust and respect. If it was not for him and the others at this compound, I don’t think my life here would have been very fulfilling. I like to think that I’ve grown while being here, these humans have taught me many things.” She sighs while turning a corner, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this, you don’t care.”

“What makes you think I don’t care?”

“Well, we have never exactly shared feelings with one another before. If I wanted to talk about this, I would go to another, not you. You are not exactly sentimental.” She softly smiles.

Loki nods, “I suppose that is true. I don’t like speaking of emotions, but I don’t want you to think you can not speak with me.”

She nods, “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiles at him and continues down the hall.

“Since we are on the subject," Loki add, "may I ask you a somewhat personal question?”

She raises an eyebrow at him, “Um,sure. Although, tread carefully.”

He laughs a bit and smirks, “I was just wondering if Steve and you have a more than friendly relationship than what you are telling me.”

“What would make you think that?”

“He just seemed very familiar with you. I’ve never seen anyone, besides me, be that close to you." He shrugs and continues, "On Asgard if another ever tried to be that close with you, to touch you, you would have threatened them with a dagger.” He glances at her, “I know that personally.”

She laughs, “First of all, I threatened you once and you deserved it! It was not my arm that you touched.” She glares at him while he smirked to himself, “Secondly, Steve and I are nothing more than friends. I suppose him being so friendly never bothered me because of the things we have been through together.”

“I see.” He purses his lips and raises an eyebrow, “Perhaps you should tell him.”

She looks at him confused, “Tell him what? That I am his friend and nothing more?”

“Exactly. I may have read his mind while the two of you were talking.” He shrugs, “His thoughts about you are very different.”

The pair reach Eir's room and she points to the door, “That's my room there.” As she reaches for the doorknob, Loki beats her to it and opens, “Loki, you shouldn’t be reading others minds so carelessly.”

He chuckles, “Why not? That’s when you learn the most interesting things.”

They walk into the room and it looks exactly as it did as the day she left a few years ago. There was a king bed in the middle of the room with a desk and chair against one side, next to a TV. Eir's favorite part however, was that Tony allowed her to keep as many books as she wished. She had one entire wall dedicated to shelving for them all, Tony told her it was too much, but in a way, it reminded her of home. As they walk inside, Eir waves her hand and the door closes behind them.

“How long have you had telekinetic abilities?” Loki asks while looking behind him at the door, not sure of what just happened.

“I have expanded my talents during my exile, Loki.” She says with her back to him as he chuckles.

She moves to one of her bookshelves where she keeps all of her elixirs, next to her spell books, and herbs. As she walks over to the bookshelves to look for the right one, she hears Loki making his way around the room, being nosy, “Perhaps one day, darling, you can share your many talents with me.”

She rolls her eyes, “Any time you want to fight me, Loki. All you have to do is ask.”

“You have never been able to best me at, well, anything.”

She looks over her shoulder at him and smirks, “There is always a first.”

He smiles, clearly interested, “I suppose.” He then looks around, “This room is so small.”

She continues looking for the right bottle on her bookshelf, “My apologies your majesty, but this is not Asgard.”

“Thank you for the reminder.”

She places her hands on her hips and ponders to herself. She glances around the room and finds that Loki has now made himself comfortable on her bed. She shakes her head— he is such an odd one— and walks over to her desk to see if she placed the bottle in one of the drawers. She searches the top of the desk and pulls out each drawer, growing more frustrated with each passing minute.

“Here it is!” She exclaims as she grabs the bottle from the bottom drawer, “We can leave now, Loki.” She stands up, but does not hear a reply, “Loki?”

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“Cleveland, Ohio 2022” SUPREMACY

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What If... He Who Remains Could Send Frigg Lokidottir Home?

Chapter One

Loki Laufeyson & Original Female Character

Word Count: 2K+

Spoilers: "Loki" Season 1; "What If...?" Season 1; "i don't want to be saved" fanwork

Basic Warnings + Trigger Warnings: Tony is mean, that's it.

AO3: Link

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The three variants looked at each other and slowly followed He Who Remains out of the elevator. Frigg trailed behind the two Loki variants and looked back at the flickering lights of the elevator. She returned her attention to the two Loki variants and the strange man at the end of time and raised her hand as an answer to his question about the tea he planned on brewing for himself and any of his guests who would like a cup.

He Who Remains stood against his desk with his arms crossed as he looked at the two Loki variants and one Frigg variant before him. “Ah, amazing, truly. Forgive me for staring, but it’s just so amazing. Loki and Loki, it’s truly an honor to be in the presence of two Loki’s. And you, Frigg Lokidottir, the product of an experimental branch outside of the sacred timeline, I’m impressed to see you here. We have much to discuss.” He slowly walked around his desk, giddy at the thought of the upcoming discussion. “There is just so much to unpack here. You have been on quite the journey, all of you.”

Sylvie glanced over at Loki and Frigg who sat in the third chair, furthest from her and the elusive He Who Remains.

“You,” he motioned towards Sylvie who was sitting down, “you’ve been running your whole life and for what? This exact moment. And I would like to make that up to you. I would like to answer your questions while you’re here too. And you,” he motioned towards Loki, “you kind of just hopped on the caboose of a train and held on for dear life. It’s been a wild ride for you.”

Sylvie leaned forward. “I don’t think you understand the situation that you’re in. It’s three of us against one of you. You’ve lost because we found you together.”

“Of course, you did.” He Who Remains sat leaned in his chair, he promptly ignored Sylvie’s discomfort and anger and looked up at Frigg. “And you, my dear, you just grabbed their hands and held on as if your life depended on them. Why?” He asked.

“What exactly do you mean?” Frigg asked. She rested her hands on the arms of the chair.

“I just want to know why you stuck around. You were never supposed to make yourself out to be a variant, your universe was created with precision and much experimentation. I thought I had crafted the new sacred timeline. The perfect universe that has zero capabilities to split. But you… you are quite the anomaly.” He smiled at her. He rested her elbows on the desk and smiled at her lovingly. “Tell me, why did you join these crazy variants on their journey?”

Frigg raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know what you’re expecting me to say. I never intended to become a variant, if that’s what you want to hear. I never intended to believe Loki, or any Loki for that matter. It just happened. If you’re as powerful as you say and you created my entire universe–only for your precious TVA to destroy it because of me–your little experiment was extremely flawed. You cannot make existence and expect it to be without free will.” She leaned forward in the chair.

He Who Remains nodded. “I get it, I do. For your survival, I want to offer all of you something you can’t resist. A place on the sacred timeline. Sylvie, you can go home with memories of what would have been your life. Loki, you can sit on a throne, the throne. And Frigg, I know you think the TVA destroyed your home, but what if I told you that it still exists? You can go home, save Loki, and be the child you were always meant to be. Or live a life without him.”

Frigg glanced over at Sylvie, worried about what her decision would be. Sylvie sat back, deep in thought with a cup of tea between her hands. “I want to go home.” She said in a low voice.

Loki glanced at her with a saddened expression. He looked back over at He Who Remains. “I want to rule Midgard.” He said with confidence.

Frigg exhaled, feeling as if she were the only one wanting to stay together. She glanced at Loki and Sylvie with her newfound hope of a second chance shattered. “I want to go home; I want to save my Loki.” She looked back at He Who Remains with pain in her eyes.

“It is done.” He gave them a small nod and sat back. He lifted a device that looked like a watch and opened a rectangular, orange portal for Sylvie. “Once you step through, there is no changing your mind. You are going to be overwhelmed with sudden memories of your new life.”

Sylvie stood up and nodded, understandingly. She glanced over at Loki and Frigg with a twinge of regret. “It’s been fun.” She exhaled and faced the orange portal, afraid of the new life she was about to live. She slowly walked through the portal and disappeared.

He Who Remains closed the portal behind her. “Remember, Loki, there is no changing your mind.” He said as Loki stood up, eager to go home to his new throne.

“I understand.” He barely grinned at the man at the desk. A rectangular portal opened up before him. Loki glanced back at Frigg who wouldn’t look at him. “Don’t be afraid of him.” He offered her unsolicited advice before he waltz through his portal, leaving her alone with He Who Remains.

“You look upset.” He leaned back. “You know, if you don’t want to go home, all you need to do is defeat me and rewrite history.”

She shook her head. “No.” She croaked, afraid to say anything more.

“I’ve got it, you thought they were going to want to stay together like a family, is that it?” He asked.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Just say the word and I can write you in either of their lives and make them believe that’s what they wanted.” He twisted the watch-like device in his hands, admiring the intricacy of his own work.

“Send me home,” she said.

He Who Remains nodded. “I have no control over the world you live in from here, there is no script, you have to write your own story. You can’t change your mind once you step through that portal.”

Frigg stood up. “They didn’t want me, hopefully my Loki will when I save him. I believed him before your stupid minutemen arrested me, he loved me. He didn’t know what had happened. I’m going to finally get a second chance.”

“To your second change, Frigg Lokidottir.” He Who Remains raised the watch device and opened a portal.

“To my second chance.” She stood in front of the rectangular portal, afraid to walk through and come out to face Thanos. She exhaled and readied herself to fight the mad titan–or to at least distract him long enough to save her father. She stepped through the portal, and she suddenly found herself on the ship surrounded by dead and dying Asgardians.

She stepped over the sprawled limbs of her fallen people and kept her eyes on Loki and Thanos. Behind them, Thor was trapped and the Stormbreaker wasn’t too far from him. She scaled the outer ring of the space left rubble free. Loki prepared a pair of daggers as he knelt before the mad titan. She inhaled and quickly cloaked herself with a simple charm. She did the same to Loki, at the same time as cloaking him, she cast as illusion of him so realistic that no one knew she was about to grab her father. She tiptoed up to Loki and Thanos and grabbed the cloaked Loki’s collar and clasped her hand over his mouth. She struggled to drag him back toward the rubble as they watched the mad titan snap the illusion Loki’s neck right before them and Thor.

“If you want to discuss our little quarrel like adults, you are going to do as I say and stay here. I’ve got a plan.” She whispered. “Do not speak or you will break the illusion.”

Loki nodded against her hand and shoulder.

She released him from her grasp and removed her cloaking charm from herself and became visible to Thanos and Thor. Quickly, she ran over to the illusion of Loki’s limp body and wailed: “Dad!” She cupped his blue face in her hands.

“Frigg, get away from him!” Thor yelled at her.

Frigg looked up at Thor with desperation. “I-I can’t leave him.” Her voice trembled.

Thanos stood behind her. “I understand your pain, little one. Losing someone so terrible to you, but someone you loved.”

“No, you don’t understand…” She furrowed her eyebrows and stood up. She loomed over the corpse of her father. “You killed your daughter; you were terrible to her. She loved you, and you cast her life aside for a paperweight. She didn’t lose you.” She blinked away the tears in her eyes. She created an illusion of herself and cloaked her real self and stepped away from her conversation with the mad titan.

She walked toward Thor and loosened the metal trapping him. “Don’t move until I say. Just in case whatever I’m trying to do fails.”

Thor nodded slightly, keeping his eyes on Thanos.

Frigg quickly walked around Thanos and stood within arm’s length of the gauntlet.

“You’re far too young to understand what I’m trying to do.” Thanos explained to her illusion.

She shook her head. “Let the people kill themselves, do not waste your time collecting paperweights and playing God!” Her illusion raised her voice.

Frigg inhaled and reached for the stones he had already collected. She slowly peeled the Reality Stone away from the gauntlet as her illusion distracted the mad titan. The Reality Stone was quickly followed by the Space Stone–both of which wound up in her pocket. She bit her lip and reach for the Soul and Power Stones as he became irritated with her illusion. He faced his attention elsewhere as it was time to destroy the ship and move onto finding the Time and Mind Stones. She quickly pocketed the Soul and Power Stones and dove out of the way. “NOW!” She yelled at Thor as she dropped her cloaking charm and dissolved her illusions of herself and Loki.

Thor released himself from his trap and grabbed the Stormbreaker as she ran toward Thanos.

“Aim for the head!” She scrambled to her feet and ran toward where she had left Loki. She removed the cloaking charm from her father and peered back at Thor.

Thanos lifted the hand that donned the gauntlet and snapped his fingers, only for nothing to happen after the snap. Before he could react to the stones being missing, Thor swung Stormbreaker at the mad titan’s neck. His head bounced toward Loki and Frigg.

She laughed, relieved. “Honestly, I didn’t think he was foolish enough to be distracted by a child.”

Thor looked over at her and nodded. “Well, you can be very difficult.”

She pursed her lips and nodded. “Right, right. I’m a pain.” She paused and looked at her Loki. “I suppose we ought to talk now…” Her voice trailed.

“We should.” Loki said.

“Are you trying to tell me that you think someone enchanted me?” Loki asked.

Frigg shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a possibility. You have no recollection of harming me in any way, shape, or form. Your mind was filled with false memories of raising me, events that had never happened. Absolutely everyone at the Avengers Compound can confirm that I have been on Midgard long enough to be a legal citizen of Midgard, attend Midgard schools, and legally get a job there.” She rocked back and forth and looked up at Loki. “There’s really no way to know if you were or not, but according to the fancy lie detector machine, you weren’t lying to us.”

Loki glanced down at the bottom of the elevator door. “Are you alright?”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

Loki vague motioned toward himself. “If what you say is true, why are you so willing to forgive me?”

She looked away and licked her lips. “Jarvis, show me the security footage from December 25th, 2014.” She turned on her heels. “Turn around.” She instructed Loki.

Loki turned on his heels and came face to face with a security hologram.

“Merry Christmas, Frigg!” Peter ran toward her with a grin that went from ear to ear. He quickly wrapped his arms around her.

Frigg furrowed her eyebrows at Peter and froze in place at his sudden outburst and physical touch. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s Christmas, do you not celebrate it?” He asked; he slowly let her go and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, embarrassed. “Sorry, I should explain what it is.” He laughed at himself.

“Peter let’s go; we’re going to be late!” Tony called as he walked into the room. “Frigg.” His tone dropped and his demeanor changed.

“Mr. Stark.” She said plainly.

Tony looked at Peter. “Go downstairs, Stephen is already waiting for you, tell him I’ll be right down. We’ll just barely make it over on time this year.” Tony turned to face Frigg.

“Going!” Peter skipped out of the room as happy as ever.

“You,” Tony said. He pointed at her and bounced his finger. “You think you’re slick, trying to get Peter to teach you about this little family holiday, don’t you? The alarm is set, Jarvis has been given strict instructions.”

“I’m aware of the rules, Mr. Stark.” She walked out of the room.

Loki furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at Frigg. “What was all that?” He asked.

“There’s more.” Frigg motioned to the new image displayed in front of them.

Frigg was alone in the living room, mindlessly watching ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’ in an attempt to understand why Midgardians enjoy the holiday and the media the accompanies it. “Jarvis, what is the purpose of this holiday?” She asked.

“Typically, it is a holiday spent with family and very close friends. There is some gift giving, specifically from a fictitious character called Santa Claus. Santa Claus is said to deliver gifts on Christmas Eve night to children around the world; he is said to know when children misbehave and refuse to give them toys for the occasion when they do so. However, it should be noted that it is the parents that gift the children and sign the presents under Santa Claus.” JARVIS spoke. “Gifts are also given by family members and friends. The holiday is mostly spent with family. Would you wish to know more?”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “No, but I do have a question for you. Does anyone ever give you anything for this holiday?” She asked.

“I don’t really have a need for anything, I am just an A.I.” He spoke.

She grew silent and returned her attention to the movie. After a while the credits began rolling and a commercial popped up on the screen before they played the next Christmas movie. “Jarvis?” She croaked.

“Yes?” He responded.

“Are we friends?” She asked.

“I like to think we are.” He spoke.

She nodded and grabbed the TV remote and shut the system down. “Don’t tell Peter, but I don’t think of him as a friend. Mr. Stark doesn’t want me here, so I try to keep myself from his family… I think he considers you family, and I would stay away from you too if I could. But that’s not really an option. I’ve never had a friend before you.” She paused and stood up. “Well, I think I’m going to hide in my room before they all get back. Thank you for being my friend this past year, uhm, Merry Christmas, Jarvis.” She placed the remote back on the coffee table.

“Merry Christmas, Frigg.” Jarvis said.

“What was that supposed to prove?” Loki asked.

She glanced up at Loki. “I spent the past five or so years alone because of what you did to Midgard. Tony doesn’t treat me any better than you did. But Tony does that willingly. I spent most of my life believing that no one wanted me, and if I’m wrong about you…” She paused and looked away from Loki with tears forming. “Then I’m wrong about you and I’m just another fool who fell for your tricks.”

Loki frowned. “But being associated with me has brought you nothing but pain.” He began.

She blinked and let the tears roll down her cheeks, unable to bring herself to answer Loki. She turned on her heel and slipped into the elevator.

Loki followed her inside of the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. “Frigg…”

“Please don’t let me be wrong about you.” She said in a low voice.

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