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lipstickbisous · 3 years

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the song of a snake

PAIRING: loki laufeyson x reader

SUMMARY: never did he think light would enter his view, for a snake so rarely leaves his cave.

WARNINGS: but no smut, just fluff, small mentions of hurting loki, female!reader, they gonna fuck lol, not my gif!

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

A/N: here it is! the scene of loki singing in asgardian was just too much, so here this is! (i had to use the dagger metaphor) what he sings in italic and bold is in asgardian, i just translated it in english! and i made up the song :) first loki fic, please enjoy!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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It's another dim-lighted party with the stench of extreme highs and orgasmic-like perfumes. His brother's recent triumph, a slaughter of a king undeserving of his throne, caused for a celebration by the kingdom, and it was unlike Loki to join in, for snakes rarely leave their caves.

And yet, there he was, standing between two girls, one tall and dark-skinned wearing a blush-pink robe and the other a pale white with a golden-draped fabric against her chest. "The goblet in his hand, weld from his own palm, was empty, and he rose it in the crowd, eliciting a large yell.

Thor was nowhere to be found, and Loki could only imagine who was in his messily made bed that night. So, the black-haired brother now seemed to be the life of the party, and the only part of him that allowed it was overwhelmed by the finest barrels of Asgardian ale. It was a burning feeling that flew down his throat that he didn't get to enjoy often.

The girls had their hands exploring his chest - it was rare for anyone of Asgard to see the castaway brother, and it seemed that everyone wanted a taste. But Loki was either oblivious to their thirst or simply ignorant of their hunger. In no way did he ignore their touches, glances, and smirks. In fact, it seemed he encouraged them with no plans of fulfilling their fantasies.

Then, he turned to you. And his mind became even more drunken.

"I know a lass from a world new to me," His voice turned soft and low, reaching a different octave and shrilled against the scale of the uplifting, festive music already playing. The people began to cock their heads, lifting an eyebrow at the sudden change in his demeanor. Loki stood a little taller and puffed his chest up.

You still had yet to meet his stare that was full of an emotion not even his mother had seen him smitten with. Your robes gleamed like no others, showing the skin of your spine and the flesh on your waist. It was the whispers that caught your attention when they ensued, and suddenly all eyes were on you.

The golden goblet he'd been clutching with his hand vanished into the air, small particles disappearing into the foggy setting of the Asgardian castle. "Her skin is an ocean I wish to explore." You began to recognize the words immediately as they naturally translated through your ear.

He could tell that you were well-versed with the languages of the nine realms as soon as he could see you. Just your stature, your stance, and the way you entered the ballroom told him everything he needed to know - yet, Loki wanted to know more. He stepped down from the bar and barrels of ale, lifting off the maidens' hands from his chest and ignoring their broken glares.

"Why must she hold my heart with a grip against my soul?" Finally, you met his eyes. He spoke of a sea, one so vast and so full that he would sail it to know its depths and shores, but the sea was in his eyes. Overlapping waves washed against your feet, and just by looking into his gaze, you've pushed the last breath from his lungs. He finds the next words impossible to sing without a breath.

He begins to step towards off of the platform and towards you, one foot in front of the other but it feels like his first steps. He's a child again, struggling to walk. "She may burn my skin and I would ask for more." It's an old Asgardian tale.

One of the first kings found a maiden when traveling in a foreign land, too far away from his hold. Her beauty was ethereal, and to be in her presence was the greatest honor he could hold. He returned to Asgard and had dreams of the girl for days, countless nights spent without a morsel of sleep. He traveled the realms again, diving through the deepest oceans and begrudging the hottest deserts so that he would find her beauty again.

It was a song that Loki would his father sing to his mother, and now, he would sing it to you.

"For wherever she may wound me, I know her kisses will heal it," You still stood at the entrance to the hall, forcing him to travel across to you. He neither pushed nor pulled away from the crowd. Instead, they separated into two, creating an open path for Loki to see you in all your glory.

He imagined what your skin would make him feel; how your arms would hold him; how it'd feel to have you kiss his cheek; how his heart would warm when you lied your head on his shoulder; how a tear would drip to his chin if you could ever love him back.

Loki had never loved. Is that what it was? Is this the unavoidable feeling he'd seen so many become smitten with? He'd once even seen it overtake Thor, and it was all he saw in his mother's eyes. He wasn't sure if it was right, but love was like a dagger. Loki would let himself feel it even after he bled. "Let her claws pierce my lungs," Each step to you was a beautiful moment he'd cherished. "Let her lips take my breath."

It was eerily silent in the hall, and only his luring voice hissed towards you. It wasn't meant for anyone else's ears except yours. Even his mother's eyes watched his figure slither across the Great Hall. "Nothing would spark the flame she has given me." The god of mischief was in love, and it shocked everyone who was there to witness it. Yet to witness it seemed the greatest honor.

Your fingers gripped the fabric of your dress, collecting it entirely in your palm, not from nerves or humiliation. In fact, you were rather calm when any other woman would immediately swoon. "I ask only one favor of her."

Loki now stood below you, his knee hitting the edge of the platform you stood on. Even the greatest artist in the galaxy could not depict the piece in front of them. The snake had finally cowered.

The ensemble had now silenced completely. Their lutes, violins, cellos, and drums were still, fingers halting above the strings as if they would accompany his voice any moment. Even his voice had stopped, and he was at a loss of breath. You completely took up the air around him, leaving him a strangled mess. Somehow, he forgot the following words to the song.

His eyes met his mother's, whose hands clutched her chest. "Love me until I am devoid of color, stripped of my mind," He was on his knees, at your feet, and it was only for you. "And I will love you for longer."

This was what the feeling was like. It was uplifting and light, a cloud beneath his feet that carried him to the heavens where he would spend his time with you; It was also suffocating and burning, blood dripping down his body, pooling in the grooves of his fingertips and soaking the Asgardian leather plated on his chest.

You turned on your heel, lips curving into the sliest of smiles and you exited the hall. In your eyes, there was the slightest sinful hint telling him to follow, to let you lead him wherever you wanted. It was scared him, how easily you entered his life and how easily you left.

With a smirk plastered, the wicked look returning, he rose and followed you out.

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burberrybaby · 3 years

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amiratu - اميرته

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pairing: loki laufeyson x woc!reader

summary: the god of mischief takes care of his princess after a rough time in bed.

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff, implied smut prior to what’s written.

a/n: suggested by an anon for my 150 follower sleepover! it was meant to be within the 300 words but i got a little carried away... not my gif.

word count: 396

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You felt like you belonged to Loki in every single aspect, and he gave you anything you could ever want. Even though you weren’t born into royalty, and you and your boyfriend were far from marriage, Loki still treated you like a princess.

Other than the gowns and gifts and gallant dates, having sex with a god was better than you could ever imagine! Sure, he was rough at times… okay, maybe really rough, but he always took care of you afterward.

Aftercare after making love with your boyfriend was almost as amazing as the sex itself. Loki always prepared a hot bath for you to soak in, along with plenty of bubbles, flower petals, and the faint scent of chamomile.

He carefully carries you from the bed to the bathroom and helps you step into the bath, "join me?" you ask, and of course, he obliges, laying down next to you in the tub.

Loki helped you clean up and even washed your hair for you. You loved the feeling of his fingers in your hair, whether it was in a sexual context or not. After he finished, you turn to him, "can I do yours?"

"That's not necessary, princess, I can manage myself."

So you give him your cute little pout and Loki rolls his eyes playfully, turning so you have access to his dark curls. You knew he loved the feeling of having his hair tugged, but he'd never admit it; enjoying the touch on the inside, not showing it on the outside.

After you're done, he turns back to you, chuckling warmly at the proud look on your face, "thank you, princess." You lay back down on his bare chest until you get sleepy enough for bed.

When you yawn, Loki tilts his head down to look at you, “shall we go to bed?” and you reluctantly nod. He drains the bath and dries you off, carrying you back to bed.

You curl into his side, throwing an arm around his torso and resting your head on his chest. Loki casts an illusion on the ceiling of blue and purple galaxies, and he rubs small, comforting circles on your bare back.

He hums quietly, an ancient Norse tune that easily lolls you to sleep. Loki leans down to press a kiss your forehead, “good night, princess,” and falls asleep peacefully as ever.

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bri3ll3 · 3 years

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hope you understand

pairings: loki x black!reader, thor x black!reader (platonic), odin x black!reader (platonic), frigga x black!reader (platonic)

summary: loki takes you to asgard to meet his parents but things don’t go as planned

warnings: odin being an ass, yelling, swearing, just heartbreak

a/n: this hurt to write and also should i make a part 2???

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“are you excited love” loki asks jumping onto the bed with a big smile spread across his face “yes i am i finally get to meet your mother and father” i look at him as i put my curling iron down.

“is your brother already in asgard” i ask and he nods “yes he’s there for some battle” he rolls his eyes dramatically making me giggle. “loki he’s protecting your home” i reason and he smiles “come on love we have to leave soon” he warns and i nod.

i turn my curling iron off and unplug it before grabbing the white flowy sundress i had laid out and put it on. i walk over to my vanity and fix my hair, making sure i look good so that i dont embarrass him.

“you ready lo- wow” i look over and see loki smiling at me “how do i look” i ask nervously making his smile grow wider. “you my love look stunning” he walks up to me aves wraps his arms around my waist “no woman on asgard could compare to you” i smile shyly at his compliment.

“alright heimdall is waiting for us” he says as he pulls me out of the room “loki i don’t have my shoes on” i tell him through my giggles. he looks back see me and with a wiggle of his fingers i have my gold sandals on “now you do” he says making laugh.

we walk out of our apartment and loki, wraps his arm around me tightly before yelling, “heimdall!”. a rainbow bridge that loki called the bifrost surrounds us and pulls us up into space.

i cling on to loki tighter and he chuckles “i’ve got you” he assures with a smile and i smile back. we are pulled through the bifrost and walk into a circle structure where a man is standing and holding a sword.

“welcome to asgard” the man greets and i smile “you must be heimdall it’s nice to meet you” i smile and he smiles back. “they wait for you” heimdall looks at loki and he nods before grabbing my hand.

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we walk into the palace and i look around in awe as i admire the gold pillars that line the hallways and the ceilings painted with the most beautiful art i have ever seen.

when we get to the throne room loki looks at me in my eyes “are you ready” he asks and i nod hesitantly, he nods at the guards and they nod back before opening the doors. loki grips my hand tighter as we walk into the room, odin is sitting on his throne with frigga and thor standing in either of his sides.

loki and i stop a few feet away from the steps that lead to the throne “mother, father” loki addresses them with a nod. “i see you have brought her” frigga says as she walks down the stairs “she’s gorgeous” she admits as she walks up to me.

“it’s nice to finally meet you dear” she smiles at me and i return her smile “it’s nice to meet you as well” she looks at loki with a smile before looking at me again. “has he been doing alright” she asks and i nod “he’s been great” i assure making her smile.

“lady y/n it’s lovely to see you again” thor nods my way and i smile at him “its great to see you again too” he smiles at me before his expression changes back to soft smile he had before.

“that’s enough” odins voice booms as his staff collides with the ground, i wince at the harsh sound before turning my attention to him. “you have brought the mortal you have been talking about” he says as he looks at loki “father she has a name” loki argues. i put my hand on his arm to let him know it’s ok and not to argue with his father.

“if i may i would like to have a word with loki alone” odin says and i look at loki confused and he nods before handing me over to frigga who takes my hand. as we walk away from the throne i look at loki one more time before walking out of the throne room.

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loki looked at his father confused as the doors you just walked out of closed “what was that” loki asks raising his voice. “leave her” odin says making loki scoff “i’m not leaving her i love her” loki argues.

odin laughs at loki’s confession “you fell in love with a mortal” odin yells “thor did so whats so wrong with me falling in love with one” loki asks but odin doesn’t answer.

“do what i told you or i will” odin warns before leaving loki in the throne room all by himself.

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“did i do something” i ask thor and he shakes his head “you did nothing wrong” he assures and i nod hesitantly before frigga walks back into the room and pulls thor out to talk.

i play with my fingers nervously as they talk. my mind going a thousand different places wondering, each place worst than the last.

soon loki walks into the room and i get up to hug him but he stops me, i look at him confused and he shakes his head. “we’re done” my heart stops as those words leave his mouth.

“what?” tears cloud my vision as i look at him in disbelief “we’re done” he repeats as the tears fall down my eyes.

“why” i ask trying to keep my voice steady “i don’t love you anymore” he looks at me with a straight face as he says it. “is it because of something i did” i ask and he scoffs.

“you’re a mortal of course you did something wrong” he raises his voice making me flinch, he’s never raised his voice at me. “i could never love or even like a mortal, you are nothing but a waste of space, brainless matter that mopes around all day” he says calmly as the tears fall down my face

“brother” thor warns “shut up” loki yells at his brother “you never meant anything to me, you never will mean anything to me because you are nothing but a pathetic mortal” loki spits at me as i stand there shocked, embarrassed, hurt.

“that’s enough y/n come with me” thor says as he walks over to me and guides me out of the room and into another. i break down in thor’s arms letting out the most painful cries he had ever heard in his 1500 years of living.

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frigga walks over to loki’s shaking body and hugs him as he cries into her shoulder “he made me do it mother i never wanted to hurt her” he sobs into her shoulder making her heart break. “i know” she rubs his back gently as he cries into her shoulder “i know”

frigga looks back at odin who had a read less expression on his face before turning back on to her son who was in need of comfort.

as loki cried he hoped that one day he could tell you or at least understand why he did what he did.

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kikilefangirl · 3 years

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Legacy

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

(Word Count: 1k)

Your feet were killing you, and you wanted nothing more than to crumble on the spot.

“Heimdall, when will we be done?” You whined.

The great man turned to you, his swift gaze full of everything in and beyond Asgard. You would take his place one day, ascend to the position of Gatekeeper. Heimdall chose you out of millions—you had yet to see the faith he had in you for yourself.

“Lady Y/N, you are impatient. Do not let it overshadow your abilities.” He said. His voice was calm and precise, as your mentor always was.

You nodded solemnly, wiping away the exhaustion from your face. Heimdall had an uncanny talent for commanding such things from you and achieving results that way, too.

His seriousness was sobering—he saw everything, everywhere in the nine realms. All the good, but far more evils than you could imagine.

“You are to return by morning. Go.” He declared. The stoic man raised his brows at you, and gestured towards the exit.

You held in your excitement, and nodded as you all but ran out of the chamber and into the night.

...

You decided that your first night outside of your quarters—your first night in public as Lady Y/N, the future guard of the Bifrost who pledged loyalty to the Allfather and to Asgard, would be beautiful.

You shed your heavy armor for a flowing golden gown, your curls full of gold ribbons and rings were out and free. You kept your sword, though. The large blade was a gift from Heimdall. It couldn’t open the Bifrost, but it was powerful in its own right. It would be your source of strength in the midst of those courtesan vultures.

Swallowing back your nerves, you strolled into the grand hall. First kneeling to Odin, then to the rest of the royal family. Loki in particular, flashed you a gracious smile, his eyes flitting around the room as he did. He was the one to watch because he was always doing the watching. As you rose from the floor, you kept the dark haired trickster accounted for.

“Heimdall has relieved you of your duties, this night?” Odin’s voice boomed throughout the hall.

You tried not to squirm at all the attention; you were beginning to miss the solitude Heimdall offered and why he preferred it.

“Yes, Allfather. I am to return by first light.” Odin nodded, and you were free to roam the party.

Your presence at court was a rarity, and you were subsequently dragged around like a shiny, new toy. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three pulled you into their group, bombarding you with questions about your new position at Heimdall’s side. Could you see all nine realms? Was Heimdall always so stern? Had you held the key to the Bifrost?

After some time, you excused yourself, narrowly avoiding curious courtesans and leering drunkards. You found peace in a small alcove just off the main corridor. You leaned on the wall, taking in the sights from the large, open columns. The stars above sparkled in a wide arc over the kingdom, bathing your brown skin in their soft glow.

“The great Heimdall has let his dear protégé out to play, and she runs from us.”

Your hand immediately flew to your sword, only backing down at the sight of the other prince of Asgard. Loki was always a wily thing––his presence had a sneaking habit of interrupting the peace, not easing it. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

“My prince, forgive me.” You said, rising to your full height. Loki just laughed at your startled expression.

“It has been so long, Y/N.” He continued, stepping forward with a sort of careful precision.

Keeping Loki in the corner of your eye, you stared out at glorious Asgard, the place you would one day come to defend.

“It was too loud for me. I am not used to so many sounds.” You admitted.

You had no clue as to why you were telling Loki anything, let alone something personal. He was the cunning, observant prince who always seemed to be waiting in the wings. Nothing like his brother in the least bit. At least with Thor, you knew what you were getting.

“I find it rather unfair that Heimdall keeps you locked away.”

You tore your gaze from the great kingdom and towards Loki. His eyes told so many stories. They were a gorgeous blue, made even more alluring with how sad they were. Longing danced across his features in that closed off way he did things.

“I must be ready to one day take his place and watch over the Bifrost. There will never be enough time to learn.” You said.

A gentle hand tilted your chin upwards. You froze at the contact. One of the benefits of having Heimdall as a guide was his distinct understanding of space. Loki had no such understanding.

Effectively silenced by the unfamiliar feeling, you allowed Loki’s hand to drop from your chin to your hand. The brief break in touch forced you back into reality. You jolted back, your dress swaying with you. You craned your neck up at him in anticipation.

“I swore an oath to your father and I will not break it. I am duty bound to that bridge, not to the attraction of a prince of Asgard. No matter how endearing.” You told him, finally.

Loki’s composure never broke. His lips drew together in a tight line, but it was his eyes that gave him away. The prince’s face may have been cool and unsuspecting to a servant or courtesan passing by, but you were taught to see past the veil, even if you did not speak on it. You had to see through it.

You paused. Heimdall would have given Loki an unyielding, straight forward reply. He would have left immediately, and spent the remainder of the night in his chambers.

You were not him.

A rush of something you did not understand stirred within you. It wasn’t love or fear or sadness–– it was you, wholly you.

“Tomorrow I will be a guardian of the Bifrost again.” You started, pressing a hand on the sly prince’s chest, “Do you know what I am, right now?”

Loki was no fool. He felt the heat from your warm body and the weight of your hand on his own.

“Utterly magnificent.”

#black!reader #poc!reader #marvel mcu #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki (marvel)#loki fandom #loki x black!reader #woc!reader #I adore Tom hiddleston #maybe set during the first Thor movie #definitely pre ragnarok #tom hiddleston #he was one of my first real celeb crushes #loki angst #loki oneshot

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divine-mistake · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday but it's a Saturday at 6 a.m. because i'm insatiable

i do not care i need someone to read this!!! this is a snippet from my historical korean fic featuring a gumiho!loki that i'm writing for Sloth’s Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge which you should join!!!

“Have you seen that man?” she whispered in your ear. “You must stay away from him, Agissi. He has the face of a fox.”

And it was true. The man who sat on the roof had a face made of angles, like the cut jewels that were left scattered in your mother’s ornate boxes. The milk of his skin was unmarred, blinding, and yet he stretched out like a creature who bathed in the sun. He wore garments of pure black that contrasted against the pallid color of his face, and the dark curls of his hair were tied at the crown of his head and cascaded down his back.

Like he could hear your lady-in-waiting, a smirk crawled over his face and broke through his bare lips. One of his eyes cracked open and peered down at you. They were impossibly green, his eyes—and yet beautifully so.

But you were small then, and the stories your grandmother would paint into visions with nothing but her words weren’t just stories to you. They were a challenge; a dare that called your childish heart to answer. You had not yet heard his voice but you thought that call might have belonged to him anyway.

“He’s pretty, Unnie,” you said. “I like foxes.”

“He’s dangerous,” Soon-jung protested. “He might be a gumiho. He’ll sneak into the palace at night and eat your heart!” She dug her fingers into your stomach and tickled over your ribs.

“No!” You shrieked, laughing then.

“It’s true,” she told you. “Men like him eat the hearts of pretty girls like you.”

quick glossary in case you're reading this:

Agissi - her royal highness (in childhood)

Unnie - older sister (female)

Gumiho - nine-tailed fox

#wip wednesday #wip #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x you #korean!reader #woc!reader #historical korea #snippet #uhhhhh don't @ me #i am so sorry

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bruniiiswrld · 3 years

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ayo as someone who rps a female poc!asgardian oc on discord and has a friend who rps as loki (they've been together like once) i just wanna ask where tf are the poc imagines for loki and thor bc

🧍‍♂️

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson #loki fandom #where the fuck is the representation ?#poc #woc

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lareinenoir · 4 years

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∆ His Wife ∆

Loki × Siygn (POC/WOC)

Disclaimer; I own none of the pictures shown. All the credit goes to the amazing artist(s) who took time out of their day to create these very remarkable works of art.

Summary:

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"I think we should start a family soon.”

Warning> Swearing

"Mmm" he moaned against her skin as his hands pulled her body towards his. She was standing in the mirror as his nose rubbed softly against her neck as she leaned over a bit, laughing.

"Loki, can't I undress in peace." She asked with a smirk, feeling his hand reach for her corset ready to untie it.

"Not if you want a good fuck." He mutters, untying the little ribbons and Siygn giggled as she turned to face him, his eyes opening as he cocked his head to the side. "I was in the middle-"

"We have to talk, beloved." She spoke stroking his cheek as Loki laid his head in her hand, giving her palm a little kiss.

"Later, I really want to just admire your body." He tells her as she leaned her head back and laughed, his lips going instantly to it, kissing it lightly as Siygn leaned against it.

"Loki stop..." She laughed as he sat her body on the vanity. He let out a sigh and placed his forehead against hers, as her legs stayed wrapped around his torso. "it's serious."

His face changed a bit as he scratched his brows together and looked at the concern on her face. "What troubles you?"

"Well for starters," she began, brushing back some of his locks of hair from his face. "I think it's time we...I don't know I just..." Siygn had been practicing in the mirror about how this conversation would go.

"Has someone hurt you?" He jumped then began to study her face. "Called you out of your name? Tell me at once!" He began to ramble "I'll have them flogged."

"No, nothing of that matter." She giggles then stands up and walks down the side. Her nerves getting the best of her as she went to the balcony and looked around.

"Siygn? What's the matter?" Asks Loki leaning on the doorframe with his arms folded. His eyebrows a little narrowed as she hugged her arms and rubbed them for comfort.

"I just think we should start a family soon."

And it was silent. She mustered enough courage to spit it out and she turned to face him as he nodded his head.

"I see."

"I think it's about time we do. We've been married for almost two years. I've seen children running around the court in front of the palace and I cant help but imagine our child doing the same." She sort of ranted. "Frigga and Odin would get the chance to be grandparents and it would be the first grandchild of this generation." but he remained silent still. "Well..."

"Is that what you desire?" He asked

She folded her arms and scoffed. "I'm your wife Loki, you can tell me what you think" but he uttered not a single word. Had she wrangled him speechless? "You know what, forget it. I don't know why I said anything." Sigyn shrugged pushing past him and heading to their bathroom to draw herself a bath.

Loki was in deep thought about the conversation. It wasn't his intention to be rude and ignore her, it had just surprised him a bit. Mostly fear.

It was bad enough once a year for seven days his sex drive was entirely in overdrive as mating season for the frost giants occurred. Of course his wife knew about it and they happily spent seven days in each others arms, tangled in each others bodies making the room smell of sweat, love and sweet sex. They had acknowledged that and planned on going somewhere more private this year. He didn't like the idea of his animal side coming out he was a being of Asgard, a God. He wanted to suppress that side of him for as long as possible.

Because Loki was a frost giant, to some degree, his fear of hurting Sigyn by giving her a child, an heir, made his insides twist. Of course he never admitted that fear out loud.

Sigyn had taken a little nap in her hot bath full of oils. The Odin's sleep was near and preparing for it with Frigga had tired her out. Most days she’s crawl into bed later than usual and cuddle close with Loki, but days just like this, less busy, sign would catch a nap in between her breaks. He walked into the bathroom a couple minutes later, seeing her arms outside the tub with her head tilted back. She had her eyes closed and he stood in the door frame. Feeling Loki’s presence, his gaze she sighed out loud and shifted position as her hair dripped onto her face.

“Why don’t you come bathe with me, beloved.” she asked and Loki let out a little chuckle as her eyes fluttered open. Her hands caressed her chest traveling down to her breasts.

“I’d much rather watch..” he led on with a chuckle as she giggled and sat up, grabbing the sponge. “Frigga and I watched your brother fight against some men in the square. Knowing they don’t stand a chance,” she scoffs rolling her eyes “he continued to take whatever honor they had left.”

“I do apologize.” he laughed walking over to her, taking the sponge form her hands and squeezing out the excess water. “He can be rather arrogant. More now than ever since father gave him mjolnir.” Replied Loki as he gave a her sideways look, her eyes flashing softly with a gentle grin across her lips.

“Someone should teach him a lesson. Making those men look foolish is beneath him.” Sigyn shook her head and Loki bit his lip, looking up into the air pretending to think.

“Perhaps a nice spanking is in order.” He chuckled as she took the sponge back and grinned widely as he ushered her forward. “Come, I’ll need someone to practice.” he joked as they broke into a fit of laughter.

Lips inches away from one another they shared a small kiss as Loki knelt down at the edge of the tub, hovering his frame over body. Kissing her brown lips again, he traced her face with his index finger. She leaned into his touch and Loki felt his eyes water.

“What saddens you, my beloved?” she asks tilting her head to the side.

“Sigyn, my star, I plan to spend the rest of my life with you. I promised the day we wed I’d be your truth. I promised to be truthful, honest and faithful, and yet in your presence I continue to lie-”

“Whats going on?” she sort of laughs giving him a sideways look. “If this is about earlier, I said forget-”

“No.” He shakes his head and then takes a deep breath as she sits back down in her bath. His hands laced together as he tried to gather his thoughts. Concerned for her husband, Sigyn reached for his arm hoping to provide some kind comfort. “I want to have children with you.”

Her heart sort of fluttered and she gave him a big smile and began to feel such excitement. “Then lets start now!” she said to him, getting out of the tub and grabbing her towel. “I’ll light some candles and start a nice fire-” she paused seeing he was still sitting on the edge of the tub. “Well..”

He stood up and walked over to her. Her body still throbbing at the idea, but Loki still made no effort to make a move. “I want to have children with you Sigyn, but it’s because of what I am I will never in my life damn you to that kind of pain.”

A/N: If you would like to be removed from the taglist below or be added, let know! XO- Fridai

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boxofbonesfic · 3 years

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Y’ALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS—IT’S SPOOKY TIME. I’ve been planning my winter challenge for MONTHS and the time is finally upon us. Spooky season! Now y’all know I’m a slut for monsterfucking and horror, so without further ado, I present to you:

Bones Spooktacular Smutfest! Running from 9/03-12/31

Our goal here is to sit right on that knife’s edge between horny and horror! I wanna see drama, angst, smut, dark—any and all tropes are welcome, but I reserve the right not to read or reblog any work I find harmful or offensive. I will ask that no: DDLG, Scat/Toilet play, snuff, necrophilia, or Bestiality be submitted, though Monsterfucking is accepted and encouraged 😂

Challenge Masterlist Here

Onto the rules!!

1. you MUST be 18 or older to participate in this challenge. If not, I will be blocking you.

2. Your story must have a clear and present horror theme, even if it’s comedic or not scary. Meaning, it has to involve some sort of horror trope, even if it’s written in a way that isn’t meant to terrify! You do not have to choose one of the prompts, but please be aware that if the horror theme isn’t present, your fic won’t qualify! this is the only rule i’m gonna be a semi-hard-ass about, ngl

3. Submissions MUST be clearly tagged and warned appropriately, and you can tag me in your entry, as well as using the tag #SpooktacularSmutfest21.

4. You don’t have to use one of the horror tropes I’ve already picked! Feel free to come up with your own, they’re just thematic suggestions! If you have your own favorite horror tropes, please go ahead and use them.

5. Each writer can submit up to 3 stories! There is no minimum or maximum length, but PLEASE put your story under a cut after 500 words.

6. Original works, please! I would prefer if your work was expressly for this challenge!

7. You don’t have to be following me to participate, but it would be cool if you did!

Associated Playlist

8. Have fun!!! I wanted this challenge to be fun and interesting, so if it isn’t sparking joy, it’s okay to sit this one out!

9. (added for clarity) this is an x Reader challenge, but I'd like to keep it inclusive--female, gender neutral, male, nonbinary, trans, nonwhite/woc readers all welcome!!

Here is a list of horror themes/tropes to choose from, as well a wheel to spin if you want to randomize it:

- Haunted House

- Cursed Item

- Cabin in the woods

- Haunted Picture

- Demonic Possession

- Family Curse

- Slasher

- Zombies

- Witch's Curse

- Awakening an ancient entity

- Freakshow

- There’s something in the water

- Amnesia

- Bitten

- Angry old gods

- There is something in the woods and it is old and hungry

- Don’t go in the basement

- Home alone

- Last two people on Earth / Almost no people on Earth

- Changeling

- Cult

- Ouija board/Silly game that actually calls something

- Mirror

- Deal with the devil

- You’re entity haunting someone else

Characters Accepted: (Also here’s a wheel, for funsies)

-Steve Rogers

-Ransom Drysdale

-Andy Barber

-Jake Jensen

-Bucky Barnes

-Lee Bodecker

-Sam Wilson

-Thor Odinson

-Loki Laufeyson

-Natasha Romanov

-Wanda Maximoff

-Eddie Brock

- If they’re not here, feel free to send me an ask, and I’ll let you know!!

Quote prompts: (if it’s multiple lines of dialogue, it’s totally okay to split them up, just indicate where they’re being used!)

- “You have to be happy. You have to smile.” “Why?” “Because he knows when you’re not.”

- “Oh, thank God! Please, help—” “I wouldn’t be thankin’ God, sweetheart. Not just yet.”

- “Are you gonna cry for me? Tastes so much fuckin’ sweeter when you cry.”

- “It’s right behind us! And that lock isn’t gonna do shit!”

- “Have you seen out there? It’s like hell!” “How long till in here’s like hell too?”

- “It was just a game! It wasn’t supposed to fucking work!”

- “Are you scared?” “Yes.” “Good, you should be.”

- “I want to go home… but I know there’s nothing to go back to.”

- “How can you not see it?” “See what? There’s nothing there!” “It’s standing right behind you…!”

- “I saw your mother.” “My mother’s dead.” “…I know.”

- “I can’t run anymore. There isn’t anywhere to run to.”

- “I just don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

- “You. This is your fault! None of this would have happened if it weren’t for you!”

- “I… it bit me.” “Fuck.” “Yeah.”

- “It should be you. I wanted it to be you.”

- “Help! I’m, I’m stuck down here!” “I know, sweetheart. I dug the pit.”

- “Why are you doing this?” “Because I want to. Because I can.”

- “It’s inside me.”

- “It’s all relative, isn’t it? Good. Evil. Fuck, I need a drink.”

- “Are we dead?” “Fuck if I know.”

- “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The pain only lasts a little while.”

and last but not least, tagging a few users I think might be interested in this challenge, but absolutely no pressure to participate or anything:

@jtargaryen18 @angrythingstarlight @syntheticavenger @punemy-spotted @thedarkplume @caffiend-queen @stargazingfangirl18 @cockslut-padalecki @darksideofthecocoamoon @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @lokislastlove @plastic-heart @kleohoneyao3 @sapphirescrolls @gotnofucks @xxindiglow @twjournals @geminixevans @afriendlyblackhottie @clints-lucky-arrow @brandycranby @dreamlessinparis @cherienymphe @rosethornash @slothspaghettiwrites @slyyywriting @sweeterthanthis @sweetlyscared @avintagekiss24

#writing challenge #horror #fanfiction #mcu fic #mcu imagines #steve rogers #bucky barnes #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #Jake Jensen #Sam Wilson #Lee Bodecker #Andy Barber #Ransom Drysdale

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orbitariums · 5 years

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masterlist

thank you for reading!!

here’s a link to all the stuff i’ve written so far, will update regularly!

also if you have requested anything, don’t worry it’s coming!

all of these are x reader unless specified otherwise <3

* = smut

marvel

peter parker

violet blast & spider-man pt. i | peter’s girlfriend (you) is an avenger, and he’s just now finding out.

violet blast & spider-man pt. ii | peter’s girlfriend, the avenger, and peter at school. you’re learning how to deal how to deal with your side effects.

eight-eyes (headcanon) | peter gets glasses. you make fun of him relentlessly.

random peter parker headcanons

goodnight n go | peter doesn’t swing by one night to tell you goodnight, but he always keeps a promise.

book date | peter has been wanting to take you on a date for a while now- and what better thing to do than go on a blind date with a book!

brain freeze | peter parker is bored working at scoops ahoy - that is, until you come in.

afro girl | headcanons of peter parker with an afro-caribbean girlfriend.

more afro-caribbean reader!

BOO! | your house is haunted & peter parker finds out in the most peculiar of ways.

surprise | college! peter parker surprises his distraught girlfriend. cuteness ensues.

quarantings (part of a series) | you’re in quarantine with peter, ned, and mj.

tom holland

you should see yourself* (woc+plus sized reader) | in which tom reminds you how beautiful you are

• lesbian! mj

sebastian stan

i like to feel his eyes on me when i look away | sebastian has a thing for looking at you when you look away.

press | working with sebastian stan was something neither of you could handle. you liked each other too much.

tony stark

the best part! (stark!reader) | you’re tony stark’s daughter & he’s still alive. the only downside to this is that mysterio wants to get revenge against tony himself, and gets you involved.

steve rogers

girls on film [ series ] | steve rogers is in a rut. for the first time in forever, captain america wants to have sex. the only problem is that he doesn’t have a girlfriend, and he’s certainly not the kind to have a one night stand. a cam site, girlsonfilm.com is his last resort – and thank god for it, because through there, he found you.

cute but deadly | what happens when you, a cute (but deadly) assassin joins the avengers? will you be able to cope with steve rogers’ doubting you?

cute but deadly pt. 2 | you have steve’s blessing. but that doesn’t mean the tension between the two of you has disappeared.

secret* | you and steve have been “secretly” together for a while, and that includes being intimate in secret — until you get caught.

aftermath* | steve can forget how strong he is.

thor

“what, you didn’t miss me?” | prompt for a writing challenge in which the reader & thor fight ... a lot.

healing* | takes place after the fight with the hulk in sakaar. you’re a healer and you take care of thor with your sisters. but there is something more there, and something that he has to offer you, as well.

loki laufeyson

idoru | it only takes being away from loki to realize what a big part of his life you were.

bucky barnes

the last guy* | smut prompt! bucky barnes is so much better than the last guy.

war nymph* | bucky barnes loves a show off.

harry potter

34 + 35 | you’ve got a crush on the chosen one, and it’s obvious to everyone... except him [ + black reader! ]

neville longbottom

love lessons | neville longbottom’s knows his herbology, and the way into your cold heart? [ + black slytherin reader ]

fred weasley

winter with a weasley | what’s christmas without your favorite redhead by your side? [ + black reader ]

quarantings series

#masterlist #fanfic #marvel #spiderman #spiderman imagine #spiderman oneshot #marvel imagine #marvel oneshot #sebastian stan #sebastianstanxreader #sebastian stan imagine #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker headcanons #orbitariums

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blackirisposts · 5 years

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Mini writing PSA:

Due to Endgame coming out and pre-occupying a lot of people’s minds, including mine, there won’t be a new fic today. Yes, I have one all set to go. But I think we need a week off. It’ll be up next Monday, and hopefully this will also give me some extra time to get a bit ahead of my schedule, but who knows with these feels. (If I can get ahead, I’ll go back to posting on Mondays and Wednesdays!)

Be kind to yourself everyone ❤

Fics ready to go: - Not a Princess but a Queen - Lady Loki x Gender Neutral Reader fic! ❤ - Goo of Green, Stealer of Shoes - Shieldshock fic! ❤ - The Black and White of it - Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader! ❤ - Beyond the Dance Floor - Loki Laufeyson x Bi!Reader //Loki Laufeyson x WOC!Reader ❤

Untitled fics in progress: - Loki x F!Reader ❤ - Shieldshock ❤ - Wade Wilson & Peter Parker; Super Friends ❤ - Peter Parker x M!Reader, that’s going to take some time, (I already have over 600 words and I’m not done yet) but damn it fluffy (special thanks to @heartbreaker6995 for the encouragement on this one) ❤ Things I hope to get to soon: - Finishing up the Fluff Bingo prompts from last year. Yes, I know it’s past the “play by date” but the fic ideas that @mee2themoo and I bounced around with each other & a few other ideas I had for other fics, are just TOO FLUFFY TO ABANDON!!! ❤ - Original Short Stories. I eventually plan to publish a short story collection filled with OC’s and Magical Realism that are inspired by various Myths and those delicious odd bits that stir my heart. ❤

So much for that being a mini PSA.

Obligatory Loki Love:

p.s. as of 5/21/19, updated with fic links ❤

#shieldshock #gender neutral reader #peter parker x male reader #loki x bi reader #loki x woc!reader #queue'd up psa #no new fic sorry loves

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lipstickbisous · 3 years

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loki laufeyson masterlist

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

one shots

the song of the snake ⟶ bittersweet fluff

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burberrybaby · 3 years

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ʚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ɞ

the following are my own works. i do not give permission to anyone to repost under their own name, plagiarize, or translate any of my works, regardless of the platform.

pairing: loki laufeyson x female!oc character

learn more about the main character- @rahniali-anon

➳ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

chapters from here are being rewritten as i have decided to restart this series. they will be updated in time, but for now, please enjoy!

➳ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - roses

➳ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - rings and daggers

ʚ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ɞ

✧ indicates smut

➳ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

tasamum - تسمم ✧

➳ 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫

takhfif altawatur - تخفيف التوتر ✧

shajaeah - شجعه ✧

➳ 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

amiratu - اميرته

➳ 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

alf mubarak - الف مبروك ✧

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burberrybaby · 3 years

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The Siren // Chapter Two

Rings and Daggers-

gif not mine

warnings: slow burn, fluff, slight cursing, abuse mention, self harm mention, fighting, weapons, more fluff.

pairing: loki laufeyson x female!oc character

word count: 6.3k

masterlist

a reblog/ feedback would be much appreciated!

a/n: guys i’m finally back :) concerning the story, this occurs after rahni (the reason i’m just using my own name is bc if anyone ever steals my works, i’ll have more proof of ownership (i’m just changing the spelling bc i hate my name lol)) comes back to the avengers compound, forgiven. yes, there is a backstory to what happened in the time between civil war and the present time, and it will all be revealed in time. i’m pouring my heart and soul into this series, i hope you all enjoy it. cheers :)

The aeroplane lands silently and Shuri, Okoye, and I walk out onto the roof of the Avenger’s Compound. They had been so kind to me during my stay in Wakanda, Okoye taking the time to train with me, and Shuri being like my sister.

I turn to face them both “So I was planning on having, like, a cute, sentimental speech or something to say to you guys before I leave, but I couldn’t think of anything… so I made these.”

I reach my hand into my pocket to pull out two small, velvet bags, handing one to each of them; “It’s just a small thank you, for your kindness.” I’d been up almost all night coming up with what I wanted to create for them. Using my powers would’ve been more heartfelt than just going out to the market and buying something. It had to be perfect.

“A soldier don’t usually accept gifts,” Okoye says, her usual emotionless face turning into a warm smile, “but she can make an exception. Just this once.”

Biting my lip, I watch as they both open the gifts, looking to Shuri first. She had treated me like her equal, even confiding in me concerning issues with her lab. She helped with my nightmares -thank God for those meds- and even helped me find my family; regardless of how often she said I didn’t need to repay her, I still wanted to do something. Anything.

Shuri looks up at me as she examines the frozen ring before slipping it on. “It’s beautiful, my friend, thank you! I see you’ve taken inspiration from my designs, I’m honored.”

We laugh as I walk up to her, pulling her in for a tight hug; “God, I’m gonna miss you.” I start laughing harder as she fakes a choke; “I know you’re gonna miss me, doesn’t mean you have to kill me first, jeez. But on a serious note, I’ll miss you as well. Promise you’ll keep in contact, alright? Or I’ll hack your computer.”

Now, I look over to Okoye, my trainer, mentor, I’d even call her a mother figure. At first, she would’ve taken any other task from T’Challa to carry out, anything other than training me. We did get off on a rocky start, but I knew she’d soften around me eventually.

I then meet her gaze with a friendly smile. “The gift was unnecessary, but I admit, I like it. Unfortunately, it’s not part of the uniform,” she slips the ring into a small pocket on her belt, “but expect to see me wearing it once permission is granted from my king.”

I open my arms to her, seeking sanction to hug her as well. Okoye playfully rolls her eyes and opens her arms as well, eyes then widening as I run into her embrace. “Thank you.. for everything, truly” I murmur.

Pulling away only when I hear a door open, my eyes immediately going to the man’s face. Steve. I look to Shuri and back at Okoye as if seeking permission. They both give me a small nod and within a split second, I sprint into my friend’s arms.

“Stevie!” He picks me up off the ground effortlessly, spinning twice before setting me down, still hugging me tightly.

I look up at him. “Rahni! It’s been far too long.”

“Get a room!” I hear Shuri yell from where she stood and we all share a laugh, save Okoye, who tips her head to Steve; “Captain.” He tips his head back; “General.”

We walk back to the other two and my childhood friend slings my duffel bag over his shoulder. “Nice to see you, two ladies,” he says, tipping his head to Shuri due to her royal status. Of course, he’s still his usual gentlemanly self. “You can stay if you’d like. We always have room. Of course, it’s not as fancy as your palace, but it’s nice.”

“We appreciate the offer, but we’re only here to see Rahni off,” Okoye says, “The king sends his best to you and the White Wolf.”

“We send our best regards as well. Safe travels!”

I give Shuri one last hug before she boards the aeroplane and they disappear. I whisper; “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that..” Steve lets out an airy laugh; “Neither will I.”

♔ -

“Okay, hold on, so what are you?” Rhodes asks.

I sigh; “Not like those Greek Mythology Sirens, you know those aren’t really true. There are different types of Sirens and they correlate with different elements. I’m a Water Siren; I can manipulate water, change it into ice, or gas, stuff like that. No, I’m not half bird, but I do have a pretty good singing voice.”

“So you’re like Elsa?” Peter asks, hanging upside down from the ceiling. Tony scolds him; “You gotta be more professional, kid.” The boy lets his web go and takes a seat; “S-sorry Mr. Stark.”

“Who’s Elsa,” I ask, clearly bewildered.

“Don’t worry about it.” My brother taps my shoulder and hands me a glass of water.

Everyone was gathered in the living room of the compound shortly after my arrival; only getting the chance to leave my belongings in the room I’ve been provided. Looks like this is my home now…

My eyes scan the room as they continue to bicker over what they thought I was. To be honest, I hardly knew anything about myself either, but obviously, I didn’t want them to know that. A man near the wall, gazing out the window catches my eye. He was tall, lean, pale with dark curls. Similar to a statue, like the ones ancient architects would create to depict their gods. Wait. That is a god… Loki.

I’d never met him, I saw him on TV though, wreaking havoc through New York. I asked Steve about what happened and he said that apparently someone took over his mind to force the attack. Everyone still hated him -save Thor- but I didn’t see the issue; how many people have I killed in my past? How awful of a person was I? So why should I be treated with respect, but not Loki?

Considering the fact that aliens exist, I wasn’t surprised. Okay, maybe just a little bit. But everything was shocking to me at this point. I mean, It had been eighty years since- normality. I resolve to ask his brother about it. I come back to my senses to see Loki staring back at me, and I quickly avert my gaze.

Tony raises his voice to get my attention; “So you got two weeks till the party. There’ll be powerful people there, as well as the press. You’ll train for those two weeks, just so you can get the hang of working with the team-”

“Thanks, but I don’t need more training, I’m competent enough to do my job. Am I even getting paid?” I look around curiously. He responds; “That’s- not the point. You’ve never had a specialized mentor, you will be trained by Loki for your powers.”

“Pardon?” “Excuse me?” The god and I ask at the same time, looking briefly at each other before turning back to Tony. “Good you’re paying attention,” he looks at Loki and back to me. “He’s not gonna hurt you, you’re safe here.”

My eyes widen at him in shock and disgust, “You think that’s the reason I don’t want to train with him? Regardless of who you assign to me, I don’t want to do it.”

Loki interrupts me; “Give her the young witch, Wanda. I’m not the only sorcerer here.” Wanda looks up from where she’s standing in the kitchen; “Sorry, what was that?”

And I couldn’t help but notice his accent, it was pretty hot.

“Wanda is too new, plus she’s younger, she can’t teach Rahni, especially because she doesn’t completely know how to use her magic,” Tony says, now lowering his voice, “Respect the deal, Loki.” The man scoffs and walks out of the room.

Bucky catches my gaze and frowns at me. He’s taken most of the heat from Tony after everything that had happened, and I understand why he wouldn’t want me to worsen the situation, considering I just got back.

I stand and turn to Tony, “When’s the first lesson?” He responds; “Tomorrow afternoon. You can do what you’d like till then, try not to get lost and stay away from my workshop.”

Half of them leave and I turn to Steve, Bucky, and their friends. “Lovely to meet you, Rahni,” Sam winks at me and I smile; “Lovely to meet you as well.”

I take a sip of my drink and I look up to see my brother scowling at Sam, making Natasha laugh, Steve, looking at her curiously. He was oblivious. “Why don’t you give us a little example of your ability,” Sam says, motioning to my water.

“I would prefer not to use it as a party trick,” I say. He was actually pretty cute, tall, with dark skin, a little twinkle in his eye, he was my type. Sure, I wanted to impress him, maybe just a little, but Okoye warned me not to take things like this to habit.

“S’alright honey, hope to see it later then.” I make eye contact with Natasha and she wiggles her eyebrows at me, turning to the boys; “You’re pouncing like a wolf, Sam, give her time to adjust to the compound. Here, let’s go to your room, hm?” The redhead takes my arm, escorting me to my new room, sitting on the bed when we get there.

“So, have you chosen one yet?” She turns to me and I look at her confused before coming to the realization. “Oh- I, uh, I’m not looking for anyone right now…”

“Sure you’re not. The lot of them are quite attractive, don’t you think?” I set my water down and let out a sigh, then a laugh; “I- I mean yeah, everyone looks like they could be a model,” I whisper after, “especially Loki”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

She raises her eyebrows at me, “Sam seems to like you.”

“Sam is just being flirty. And it would be weird, I tried to kill him before.”

“You don’t have to worry about any of that, everyone forgives you.”

“That’s relieving!” Good thing I didn't have to worry about Tony anymore.

We talk for a bit more, and I get comfortable around her. Nice to know I’ve made another friend. We go back out to the living space, seeing Wanda and Vision have made dinner. I look around for Loki, but he’s not present.

I take a seat between Thor and Steve, the former going on tangents of his past fights, as well as life on Asgard -I can’t believe I’m sitting next to an alien- even mentioning his childhood with Loki a few times. They were now on good terms, and I learn that Loki often eats alone, he’s quiet and reserved, or he can sometimes be more vocal and mischievous, depending on his mood. I come to the conclusion that I like that man. Can I even call him a man if he’s a god? I don’t know, I’ll figure it out at some point.

♔ -

After what feels like a lifetime later, it’s time for training. I’m waiting in the training field at the compound. Tony had told me that he’s making final touches to my suit, which I’ll admit I’m eager to see. But for now, I was just gonna stick with my leggings and a sports bra.

My thoughts are interrupted and I flinch as I see Loki materialize in front of me. He looks me up and down before smirking at my shock. “You’re early.” I couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze; it’s not like I’ve never worn this in front of someone before.

“No, you’re late.”

“Mortals amuse me, truly.” He comebacks.

“Technically, we don’t even know if I’m mortal, so,”

He rolls his eyes at me and turns around. Damn, he looked good in those leathers, fitting his body perfectly. Wait, what? Stop, no, don’t think like that. He’s just my trainer, I shouldn’t make it weird. I need a break from men anyway…

Loki snaps and five targets appear roughly 500 feet away. Seriously? Target practice? At least give me a challenge.

As if he read my mind, he turns to face me; “I just need to see what you’re capable of. What can be improved upon, and what you've mastered in.”

I glare at him and walk a few paces away to face the targets. I raise my hands in front of me, I could feel the water droplets gathering around them, waiting to be commanded. I could feel Loki’s gaze on me, watching carefully. My fingers twitch slightly and they come together, forming a shard of ice. After the ice is formed, I conjure the image of daggers. Why not add a little flare? Five frozen daggers appear, two hovering over each hand and one over my head as I take a step forward, sending the weapons piercing through the air, hitting each target in the middle. I take a second to admire my work before turning to Loki.

He murmurs something inaudible, something like “hell?” “Hela?” Who’s that?

He turns to me, speaking louder, “Your ability reminds me of someone. She could materialize weapons just like you.”

“What happened to her?”

“Long story.”

“Oh, uh, okay.” This was going just swell. There must’ve been a reason, or at least a short version of a seemingly long story?

“Don’t overthink it.”

There was no way this man wasn’t reading my mind. I mean, if he’s a sorcerer, doesn’t that mean that he technically could? Wait, does that mean he saw what I thought about his clothes?

I look away and blush. “What’s next?”

“Just a few more physical exercises, then you can go back to your room and meditate.”

“Meditation?” I scoff. Didn’t he just say not to overthink?

“It’s useful to helping control magic, keeping a clear headspace while in the field,” he says with a serious tone, “Don’t think you’re above it.”

So we go through the exercises, targets, hand to hand combat, fighting with different weapons, -I could tell he really liked daggers- and he had me conjure different objects with my ice. To my surprise, I actually had a bit of fun. Sure, training with Okoye was the best, but utilizing my powers with her was just unfair, it wasn’t the same. I’d never had a mentor for magic, it’s not like HYDRA had good trainers, let alone magical ones.

I couldn’t help but admire Loki as we trained, no matter how sweaty we both got, he still had the audacity to look attractive; the way his skin kinda glowed in the sun, his dark thick curls occasionally falling over his face. I should really stop.

“I’ll take my leave now if we’re done.” I pull my hair out of its tight pony and shake it out, starting to walk to the locker room.

“Not as scary as you thought I’d be, hm?” He runs his fingers through his hair, “I don’t care what people think of me, but don’t let anything cloud your training.”

I pause where I am and turn back to face Loki, “Look, I don’t know the entire story, but you’re forgiven in my book. You’re not the only one who’s done shitty things in the past. Sure, you’ve killed a lot of people, so have I. So has Bucky,” I smile at him, “Don’t overthink it.”

I’m rewarded with a smile in return, “Have a good evening, my lady.”

And at that, my heart explodes into a million little pieces, and I swear I could see water vapor floating around me; I wasn’t even commanding it. I feel my face burn up as I wish him well before turning back to the locker room. I take a quick shower and change into a pair of shorts and one of Steve’s shirts that I stole. Before heading back to the living level of the compound I take a moment to myself, just staring at my reflection in the mirror.

How many times and I gonna have to tell myself that I don’t need a relationship. That’s exactly the last thing I needed right now. Why am I even thinking about a relationship? It’s not like I have feelings for Loki, I haven’t even known him for that long. He wouldn’t like me back anyway.

♔ -

A week of my training had passed, half of what Tony had assigned to me, but if anything, I should thank him for it. I didn’t think I’d actually learn anything, but the control of my abilities had grown more in that week than it had in my -I’m not even sure at this point- century of living. Loki was a better teacher than I had initially thought, and even became a friend of some sort. I’d also come to the painful realization that I might have feelings for that man…

We spend time together outside of training, usually reading the courtyard or helping him tend to his plants. He liked to show me new magic he learns or telling me stories of things that had occurred in Asgard. While Thor focussed more on war stories, Loki told more domestic ones, often about his mother. I was glad he felt a sense of security around me, one that I’ve only ever seen with him and his brother before. We seemed to have quite a bit in common as well; both adopted, both have powers related to ice. In human years, we figured out, he was only about 22; only a year older than I.

My suit was finally finished as well; it was fairly similar to Natasha’s, but also had a bit of “witchy flair” as Tony had called it, adding a white accent around the contours of the leather. Where handguns would usually be placed on the thigh, there were sheathed daggers instead. I insisted that I didn’t need any weapon other than my powers as a Siren, but Loki convinced me that they could prove useful if I was in a situation where I couldn’t use my ability.

Nat, Sam, Bucky, Steve, and I are in the kitchen, just having a conversation. I’ve been able to click with Nat and Sam, which I’m glad. The latter has stuck with being flirty towards me, which admittedly I didn’t mind. I needed to convince myself that I liked anyone other than Loki, for my own sake.

I’m sitting criss-cross on the counter -I’m smaller than the others, they don’t mind- with a tub of ice cream in my lap and a big spoon.

“Gonna share?” Nat asks with a laugh.

Instead of responding, I just stuff my mouth full again, swallowing hard as I see Loki appear; looks like he’s just passing the kitchen though.

“Hey, Loki!” I call him over to us, noticing a glare from my brother to the man I called over. It was clear how overprotective he’s gotten over these past few years, though I can’t blame him.

“Hello, my lady.” He responds to me, glaring back at Bucky.

“Why don’t you hang out with us for a bit?” I ask. I wanted the others to get to know Loki’s kinder side, and I knew it’d take a while for him to open up to them. Might as well start somewhere.

“That’s alright, I’m off to the library to find a few more additions to my collection.” He sounded sincere. Pretty good excuse.

“Oh, okay. Want some ice cream? It’s sweet.” I had also learned that he and his brother loved sweets, candy, and things like that. They didn’t have many unhealthy foods on their home planet.

Loki nods in response and I take a scoop from the tub. I hold out the spoon so he can take it from me, but instead, he places a firm hand on mine, guiding the spoon to his mouth so I could feed him. My heart skips a beat and my lips part slightly and I watch as Loki licks the spoon clean, looking up at me through his lashes. I swear, it’s the most arousing sight. How am I supposed to not like him?!

Loki releases my hand and licks his lips, smiling at me; “Thank you, my lady. I’ll be off now.”

So there I’m left, staring at nothing as he walks away. My mind screaming at me, no longer caring at the fact that Loki could probably read those thoughts; those erotic, graphic thoughts. I go back to my ice cream without a word, eating slowly and ignoring the curious, worried looks I received from my friends.

♔ -

I come out into the training room -we had switched between outdoor and indoor practice- decked out in my new suit, giving Loki a small twirl as I walk up to him.

“You look lovely, my lady. Leather looks good on you.” He compliments.

I smile at him, praying he doesn’t notice my blush. Although he probably has, even from before. “Thank you, I think it looks good on you too,” I pause, “but how many times am I gonna have to ask you not to call me ‘lady,’ you don’t need to be so formal around me.” I giggle.

“I didn’t say ‘lady,’ I said ‘my lady,’” Loki says with a smirk, “and it’s not formal, just respectful; you’re someone I respect.”

Before I can even process what he just said, he takes my hand -it became something he'd do often, just holding my hand and taking me wherever; and I didn't mind- and leads me to the center of the training room. How was I supposed to keep my composure for that day’s session, I had no clue. But here I was.

“Today we will be playing a little game,” He takes a few steps away and slowly starts walking back, “it’s called Cat and Mouse. Quite simple really, I’m the cat, you’re the mouse. Just don’t let me catch you.”

“So if you catch me, it’s game over? I lose?” I ask.

“Well,” now Loki is less than a foot away and still coming closer, our faces inches apart as his accented voice drops an octave. “When a cat catches a mouse, they do not simply kill. They like to play with their prey first.”

My face is on fire as I look from his soft lips up into his cold, blue eyes, -I love Loki’s eyes, they just look like they have so much depth and beauty- wishing desperately for him to just ruin me.

“So if I catch you, I get to play first. Until you say that you yield, then the game is over,” he says, moving his lips to whisper into the shell of my ear. He was large, broad-shouldered, and at least a foot taller than me. Mixed with the scent of his cologne, I felt so small, like I could easily be overpowered. My heart was exploding; how can one person have this big an effect on me?

“One modification will be made though, for the sake of time. You’re allowed to fight back if you’d like, but you do so at your own risk. So it won’t just be hide and seek.”

Loki turns and walks a few paces away, leaving me trembling with arousal; “O-okay, I can do that.” Does he have any idea what he does to me? And I’ll be honest, I kind of want to get caught, just to confirm my suspicions on what I think he means by “play.”

We both take our stances, and he starts to circle me; I was his prey. I didn’t like how close he was getting, so I decided to take the offensive. Sprinting up to him, I do a series of punches and jabs before trying to run past his arm. Loki blocks most of them, the ones that landed didn’t affect him much as he holds his arm out, landing it to my chest with a chuckle; “You’re being too easy.”

I frown; what did I expect was gonna happen? I try to pull his arm to flip him over, but it does nothing considering his weight and strength. Instead, Loki used the momentum to swipe my legs out from underneath me, causing me to fall with a thud. What’s wrong with me? It usually takes at least a bit longer for my trainer to win.

My thoughts are interrupted as he pins me down on the floor, and my heart rate goes crazy. Loki looks into my eyes, searching from one to another for a reason as to why I made it so easy for him to win. Was he oblivious to how his body was pressing down on mine? I swallow hard just as he rolls off me and stands up, giving me his hand to help me up.

It takes me a second to regain my senses before I take his arm and he helps pull me up.

“You’re distracted. Get yourself together. Have you been doing the meditations?”

I stutter, “y-yeah, sorry I’m just out of it today, does this mean I’ve been caught?” I ask cautiously.

Loki gives me a worried look, still holding my hand and giving it a squeeze before walking back to his starting position. I loved his touch more than I’m willing to admit out loud.

“No, I’ll give you another chance, try to stay focused, okay?”

I nod; “Can I use a weapon?”

My trainer permits me, and I materialize a frozen dagger in my hand, earning a pleasant smile from my trainer as he uses his magic to conjure his own. Loki begins to circle me again, making me squirm. I make a point to show how I’m eyeing his legs; Let’s give him something unpredictable -I still need to figure out if he can read minds though-. I run forwards as if I’m about to crouch and strike his legs, but twist myself upwards, angling my dagger against his throat. Did I get him?

Loki holds his hands up, dropping his own weapon in surrender. What? He takes advantage of my confusion and backs away from me. “Hey! That’s cheating.”

“I never said I yielded.” He smirks.

I glare at him and throw my dagger inches away from his face, missing purposely. He watches as it passes him and turns back to me, raising his eyebrow.

I cross my arms, twitching my fingers to bring the dagger back, pointing the tip of it to the back of his neck. “I’ve got you now.”

Then, I watch in shock as he dissipates into thin air. Of course, he used magic. I quickly turn to find him running towards me, daggers in hand. He could’ve conjured himself way closer to me, why didn’t he? So I back away, materializing a spear; a recreation of the one Okoye would train me with.

He jabs at me a few times, and I immediately regret not choosing a smaller weapon. Fortunately, I dodge them and take a step back to crack the spear in two over my knee. In dodging one of his punches, I fall to the ground. Taking the opportunity, I push the blunt side of the spear into the back of his knee, forcing him to fall next to me, letting out a grunt. I crawl back as he lunges at me, using his magic to protect him as he comes down on me. I roll out from underneath him, panting heavily. Was he even tired yet?

Loki pins me down again, his hair falling down over his face, softly brushing against my forehead. I try to pull out from under him before I feel a sharp tip against my side. I look down to see his dagger pressing gently against the leather of my suit. I meet his gaze again and my heart explodes at his chuckle.

“Playtime, darling.”

I swallow hard, dropping the broken pieces of my spear to the ground. My lips part unintentionally as I look from his lips to his eyes and back. What on earth am I doing? I’ve been an Avenger for less than a month, and I’ve already gotten myself into this situation. Loki wouldn’t actually… ‘play’ with me. Would he?

My mind wanders and a second later I hear the door to the training room open, I don’t move, but I hear Steve’s voice; “Are you two finished training? Tony’s looking for Rahni.”

“I yield,” I whisper to Loki, and he pulls away, resting on his knees in front of me and looking at my friend. “We just finished.” He says.

Steve says, to me this time, “Why don’t you change real quick and come to the living level, hm?”

I nod and he turns away, closing the door behind him. Well, that was anticlimactic…

My trainer stands, offering me his hand again; “You did well.”

I mumble a thank you and leave to the locker room. I quickly change into a pair of biker shorts, -I can’t believe how different this is from 40s fashion- and yes, another stolen T-shirt that dropped to my mid thigh. I stare at my still flushed face in the mirror, scrunching my nose.

I don’t need a man. I don’t need a man. But I want a man. I want this man.

Backing away from my reflection, I lift the hem of the shirt to my chest and pull down the side of my shorts a bit, looking at the scars on my side. There were three, about the length of my hand in a vertical line. Softly grazing my fingers over each little indent I sigh. This. This was my reminder that I don’t need anyone. Because love it a hoax. It’s all just hormones anyway, messing with people’s hearts.

My head snaps up at a sound and I drop my shirt to cover my exposed skin as I turn to see Loki leaning against the doorway. Why’s he here? Did he see the scars?

He slowly walks up to me eyes trained on my waist as he crouches down and lifts my shirt. I take a step back and pull the fabric back down, staring at him as he stares back blankly. What is going on?!

Instead of following my instincts and running the fuck away, I hold my ground. “Ask for permission first” I take a step back towards him.

“May I?” I give Loki a small nod and he slowly lifts the shirt again, thankfully not pulling the waist of my shorts down as I did earlier. His fingertips soft and cold against my skin and I suck in my breath slightly.

He looks up at me, concern written all over his face, “What’s this?”

I furrow my brows. “They’re scars..”

Loki opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, “I know that, but,” he pauses, releasing my shirt and standing in front of me, “who did that to you.”

I see anger flash in his eyes before his manner goes back to looking concerned.

“An ex of mine.” He steps closer to me. Clearly, it wasn’t a good enough answer for him.

I sigh, “We got together, he said he loved me, I said it back, bla bla bla, flash forward to the end, he tried to kill me.” I motion to my waist. “That’s the worst I got.”

“I-I’m so sorry.” He frowns and furrows his brows before I see another flash of anger. “Where is he now?”

“Jail.”

“Good.”

“Hope he rots there.” Is that true though?

“You could get the scars removed, you know. So you don’t have to have a daily reminder of what he did to you.”

I pause, “Shuri offered, but I said no. A daily reminder is exactly what I need. A reminder that I need to be more careful of who I open my heart to.”

While I speak, I notice how Loki is progressively getting closer to me, his face only an inch or two away from mine. I stare forwards at his chest, unable to meet his gaze.

“May I?” He asks. Am I crazy, or did I just hear that? I give him a small nod and melt into his touch as he wraps one arm tightly around my waist, pulling me against him and using his other hand to gently lift my chin so I can look at him. My hands seem to move on their own, one on his shoulder -I could feel his muscles from underneath his shirt which drove me crazy- and the other resting on his broad chest. I glance down to see his lips part and my eyes flutter shut, doing the same with my own lips.

I swear my heart is beating straight out of my chest as Loki’s lips connect with mine. They’re just as soft as I thought they were. He tastes like sweet chamomile tea, and I love it.

I feel Loki’s hand move from my chin to cup my face, ever so gently. Another second passes which feel like an eternity before he pulls away. I open my eyes slowly to meet his gaze; his eyes wild with hunger, but it was as if he were reserving his want. He looks down at me with a loving smile. I wanted nothing more than to crash my lips back onto his, but I stop myself.

So I just told this man that someone I used to love tried to kill me, and now he kisses me? No! This wasn’t supposed to happen at all!

“You didn’t like it?” Loki asks.

“N-no, I liked it a lot it’s just.. did you just read my mind??”

Loki chuckles; “No, darling, you just look confused. Although, I’ll admit I was reading your thoughts when I first met you.”

My face turns an even brighter shade of red. “That’s an invasion of my privacy.” Magic is scary.

“Which is why I stopped long ago. I sincerely apologize for that.”

“Why did you do that? The kiss, I mean, it’s kinda ironic considering what I just told you.”

He brushes his thumb across my cheek and I melt into his touch; “I just want you to know that you are loved. Whether it’s platonically from your brother and friends, or,” he pauses, “in a more romantic manner from me. And I’ll admit I had been wanting to do that for quite a while. Now, you don’t have to say it back-”

“I feel the same way,” I interrupt him, “I just… we can take this slow, right? Th-that is if you want anything at all.”

Loki’s smile widens, crinkling the corner of his eyes as he nods. “I’d like that a lot.”

Now I’m over here, blushing like an idiot and smiling back at this literal god, when I hear the door to the training room open and Steve stepping in. Both Loki and I take a step away from each other and my body yearns to be back in his arms.

“Are you guys okay? We still need you upstairs.” Steve says. If he saw what happened I might as well just jump off the roof.

“Sorry, yeah let’s go.” I walk away reluctantly from my trainer -I'd still call him that, right?- and he follows me a few steps.

“If I may,” Loki says and I stop walking to turn around, “would you care to join me for a drink tonight? Just the two of us.”

I smile at him; “I would love to, Loki.”

He reaches out to take my hand and bends down slightly, kissing my knuckles and smiling up at me through his lashes. There’s that damned look again! My heart flutters in my chest; a first date maybe? I hate how excited I am over something so little.

“Perfect. I’ll see you in the common room at midnight, my Lady Rahni.”

I can’t help but blush harder, biting my lip to keep myself from smiling stupidly as I turn back to Steve and we walk out. I glance back briefly to see Loki wave at me. I give him a small wave back and he disappears into thin air.

“I saw that.” My head snaps forwards to look at Steve.

“Saw what?” He bends down to whisper in my ear; “Everything.”

My friend bursts into laughter as I punch his arm; “Shut up!”

“Out of all the men you could’ve picked, you chose Loki? Sam is perfectly available if you want him instead.” He turns serious and I stare at him dumbfounded.

“You’re joking, right? Don’t act like I’m an angel either, or Bucky for that manner. Loki means well, I know it.” I avoid talking about Sam because I didn’t know why I didn’t want him.

“Look, I just don’t want you to get hurt again. For your own sake, don’t put yourself through this again.”

“That’s not the point, Steve. The point is he’s not the only broken person in this compound. Loki deserves to be forgiven. I’ll be more careful this time, and I honestly don’t understand why everyone is so hellbent on tearing him down.”

Steve pauses, searching my eyes. “Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I won’t say that again. How do you think Buck would take it though?”

I sigh, brushing my curls out of my face; “I just… I just won’t tell him yet.”

“You know how it went last time you kept stuff from him, Rahni.”

“I know, I know. Just give me time to figure out how to tell him. I don’t even know if this relationship will turn into anything more. Can you even call it a relationship?”

He rubs my back soothingly; “That’s alright, doll, let me know if you need anything okay?” He chuckles, “You know. Boy advice.”

I punch his shoulder again and we enter the living room laughing. I may love Loki, but I think Steve will always hold a special place in my heart. The best friend I’ve ever had.

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burberrybaby · 2 years

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spilling me thoughts here:

a fic where betrothed!princess!reader somehow gets a hold of loki’s horns and she makes him chase her around the garden and he uses his magic to trap her and they’re laughing the whole time and UGH IT WOULD BE SO FLUFFY

#pretty thoughts ♥︎#i’m totally not writing this in class #but #i’m abt to have a heart attack #if i don’t do this right now #loki laufeyson x woc!reader #loki laufeyson x princess!reader

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burberrybaby · 3 years

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The Siren // Chapter One

Roses-

tw: not really anything to worry about, unless blood bothers you. no sexual stuff/ smut (not yet at least)

rating: PG-13

word count: 1,228

note: this chapter does not follow the exact timeline of marvel, and obviously the details are altered. I hope you all enjoy it, and I’d appreciate feedback!! cheers :)

“He doesn’t know who you are,” I say from behind the man in a blue suit, and I watch as he cautiously turns around to stare at me.

He was wearing a red, white, and blue suit, which looked sort of old, vintage almost. He wore a look of recognition in the deep blue of his eyes, but I could hardly say I shared the same feeling.

“You do.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why aren’t you trying to kill me?” I didn’t know why I wasn’t. In the past, I had followed orders like the reckless killing machine I was. So why can’t I kill this man?

I watch as my brother starts walking up from behind our target, and the man must’ve seen me turn my gaze because he turns and begins walking away from me.

My brother and I wore black suits, black boots, although he had a sleeve missing, bearing his silver arm.

Wasn’t it my mission to stop the star-spangled one from inserting the chip into the motherboard? No. Wait. I shouldn’t be hesitating.

He says, this time to my brother, “I am not going to fight you.” He’s a fool, I think to myself. He’s going to kill you. But I don’t speak up. Instead, I jump down from the platform and situate myself in a position where I can watch the two men fight; close enough to intervene and help if needed. My brother looks down at me, not saying anything, and turns to the other man. What was his name again? Captain America? Yes, that’s right. The great American soldier. I let a light huff through my nose and roll my eyes. But why do I know him? I shake my head to stop myself from going into crazy conspiracies.

✰-

“NO I DON’T” my brother yells at the man, as he punches him repeatedly.

I struggle to lift the fallen metal pillar off my arm as I watch the ground near us. The ship is on fire and falling fast. I watch the two men continue to fight; or should I say one man beating up another. I finally pull my arm free and feel a slight ache. It would be okay, I’ve gone through worse. I rush over to attempt to pull my brother off the man.

“Brother, this is our chance. We can get away from them. We can hide. They won’t have control over us anymore…” I trail off as I struggle to run and fill the few steps between the two men and my location due to the shaking of the ship.

The captain looks over at me, his blue eyes meeting my brown ones, and back at my brother’s. They share more inaudible words…

“Cause I’m with you to the end of the line.” My brother hesitates to land another punch on the man. Impossible. I recognized that phrase. I yell and cradle my head in my hands as a searing pain comes into my brain. Like a lightning bolt.

My movements were like trying to sprint through mud. I try and break them up as another metal tower falls down on the glass, and I watch the captain fall from underneath my brother. He looks over at me and nods as we both jump down into the water below. We both knew I was the better swimmer, so I push myself farther down into the dark abyss to retrieve the fallen man and drag him onto the shore. I meet my brother on land and fall into his arms.

Suddenly, another sharp pain. This time in my arm; I look down as I watch dark red blood gushing through a cut in my now bare forearm. The skin around was rapidly turning various worrying shades of purple and blue. I press my hand against the bloody wound, forming a frozen cast. It would work for now.

I look up from my arm and use my good hand to pull Bucky’s worried gaze to meet mine. Look at him. He looks so different. Longer hair, dark coloring around his eyes, same as mine. We take a moment, not saying a word. I can tell he’s searching my eyes to see if we had come to the same resolution.

We share a thought and nod.

I can’t help but smile, “We’re free. We are free Buck. They are gonna think we died in the crash.” He wraps his arms around me in a warm, familiar embrace, careful not to put pressure on my arm.

“We are. I promise I’m gonna keep you safe” he says and I laugh. Eighty years and he still worries this much over me. He begins to lead me into the forest on the edge of the water.

“Wait.” I look back at the blond man I had just pulled out of the water and walk over to him. I check his pulse. It was quiet, but I was sure his friends would find him and get him medical attention. He’ll be fine.

I hold my hand up in front of me and watch as water is pulled from the air into small droplets, and they hover in my hand; waiting for me to command them. An odd power, I thought, but it was useful for many tasks. I close my eyes for a moment and think of a rose; the weightless petals folding around each other beautifully. They had always been my favorite. I’m unsure why, and I’d only ever seen the flower once in my life. Maybe from life before… everything. I open my eyes slowly to reveal a delicate shard of ice, shaped into a rose. A perfect replica; it was obviously colorless, but the indentations of the veins in each petal could be seen. I lean down and carefully place my wonderful creation in the unconscious hand of the man who fell. It felt good to use my ability for nonviolent things. Creating life instead of taking it away.

Turning around, I meet my brother’s gaze and offer him a small smile that he returned. We walk off into the forest, not stopping, or turning to look back at the damaged ships that had fallen into the water. We were going to be okay. It had always been me and him. And possibly the other man. The one who refused to fight back. Who turned the other cheek. But we wouldn’t ever see each other again… or that was what I thought.

✰-

Bucky and I found sanctuary in a small town in Romania. We didn’t think anyone would find us halfway across the world, and no one recognized us as assassins. That was until one day. Years later, I was reading a newspaper that had claimed my brother had bombed a conference. I didn’t think much of it; many murderers had claimed to have been a Winter Soldier over the decades. But as I looked closer at the black and white printed pictures that had… my brother? But- he was out buying food right now; down the street at the market. That’s impossible. I read another line down and it says the bombing had occurred in Vienna.

I look up in confusion just as my brother bursts through the door of our apartment.

“We aren’t safe anymore.”

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