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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 6 months

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*SPOILER FIC FOR LOKI S2 FINALE*

Do not read until you have watched or are otherwise ready to be spoiled. THIS IS YOUR WARNING!

Idunn & The Golden Apple

In the village of Time’s Ridge, they say when a little girl is sacrificed, she is adopted by the gods and granted any wish she makes. When the orphan Idunn is driven over the side, she blinks and finds herself before a mysterious entity known as the God of Stories. Luckily, in order to gain his favor, she brings a small sacrifice of her own before his glowing throne.

Characters: Loki, OFC (child), cameos of Thor and Mobius Genre: Tragedy, Comfort, Found Family Word Count: 3.3k Content Warnings: SPOILERS FOR LOKI S2 FINALE!, Loki gives off dad vibes, child sacrifice

This time, the annual sacrifice at Time's Ridge was almost a scandal. Woeful Idunn was only ten-years-old.

She stood on the precipice, overlooking the glowing green abyss she’d once played beside thoughtlessly, unaware at the time that it was about to become her grave. Her thick red hair was woven into two braids, laced with daisy blossoms. Idunn was wearing a gray frock meant to symbolize her mortality and humility, she kept her hands in the pocket of her simple, tattered pinafore, her left hand curled around a small ball hidden away.

Instead of weeping like most sacrifices did, Idunn was choosing to go with at least a little dignity (not that anyone was there to be awed by her maturity--being an orphan, no one really cared how she looked anyway). Perhaps she wasn’t even all that upset about being picked by the Leader to die on behalf of Time’s Ridge. A less-brained individual might be flattered by being selected.

Of course, Idunn knew better. The only reason she was here was because no one would miss her.

The green glow of the bottomless pit was somewhat new, and that was when The Ritual began, some two generations before Idunn was born and left to die by a helpless mother. No explanation was given, but the green aura of the trench appeared, and suddenly: the perpetual storms plaguing the fields ceased. People stopped disappearing mysteriously…at least until things began getting worse again. Then, only a few years before Idunn was born, a child fell into the trench and disappeared, but time and the weather stabilized again, and so it was accepted that only the gift of a child’s wish brought personally to whatever god watched over Time’s Ridge, the sad little village at the end of the universe, would bring safety back.

It was always such an honor to be picked to die, until it was your turn. Then, if you were fortunate enough to have a parent of means, your only hope to live to see the following year was to have them bribe the Leader to pick someone else.

“Idunn, Blessed Daughter of Time’s Ridge!” The Leader began his ceremonial monologue, which was surprisingly ho-hum for being the prologue to child homicide. “Today, you are being sent into the Higher Worlds to seek out aid for our small community--”

I’m not waiting for this, the little girl thought. Let’s just get it over with. I have nothing to stay for. She covertly pulled the golden ball from her pocket and held it up, slowly turning before the crowd.

“May I eat before I jump?” she asked. Gasps rang out.

“Where did she get one of those?” someone called out.

The Leader smiled sadly, shaking his head. “You may, Little Idunn. Though I am not sure as to where you found one. But be aware, silly girl, even one of those won’t save your conscious life now.”

Idunn twisted her lip, looking at the golden apple in her hand, shrugging and taking a large bite. The taste was as if the Creators themselves invented the perfect sweet. The crisp skin snapped between her teeth, and the delicious juices felt almost like a cool, gentle tea rolling over her tongue.

I just hope the weird peddler who sold it to me was right, Idunn thought bravely, looking down at the apple as the bite mark she made instantly healed itself, creating a perfectly full piece once more.

A bolt of lightning broke overhead, causing the little girl to jump backwards, startled, her courage failing her for the first time.

“An honorable sacrifice should not be afraid of a little lightning,” mocked a cruel adolescent from the crowd.

Idunn looked back over her shoulder at her glowing tomb. “I’m not overly fond of what follows,” she replied, deciding to turn around, the juices and magic sugars from the golden apple beginning to fall into her stomach and move around inside, warming her core.

Work quickly, work quickly…come on…

She breathed in and raised her voice, which boomed many times larger than her petite body would suggest she could utter. “I hate you all, and I would live forever with no guilt at all if it meant each one of you got to fall into the pit in my place. I hope the timeline frays and swallows you all whole!”

The disapproving murmurs from her assembly of executions gave her a small pinch of satisfaction. One last victory for the condemned. She couldn’t delay it any more when the cruel Leader signaled for the pounding, rhythmic drums to sound.

Fine, even if this is it for me, I don’t want to be here anyway.

The only regret Idunn had in the moment before she fell forward into the abyss was that she was born in Time’s Ridge, a place so afraid of the shifts in time and space that were otherwise so natural around their realm that they would throw children off cliffs in order to make the gods happy.

Gods, Idunn thought. Good thing gods aren’t real.

Idunn decided not to give the Leader the satisfaction of reciting the poetic Final Prayer of the Sacrifice, and instead did a graceful twist of her small body, her red braids flying about her face and standing out even in the twilight suns, falling over with just enough time to wave goodbye to the village before meeting her fate at the bottom of a fraying timeline’s abyss.

The little girl felt the sensation of falling…more falling…even more…then a blinding green light followed by the feeling of being lifted by a thin arm or branch---

Gods aren’t real. Gods aren’t real. Gods aren’t real. Gods aren't--

Infinite branches of time, universes, were binding Loki to his throne amidst a sea of green matter and light, where he would be sitting until time itself decided to rip his duties from him and end existence.

That…that would be soon, right?

Worse than the eons that were beginning to pass before his eyes without him, promising adventures he would never have, romantic nights he would never see, were the whispers, the noises. Loki could hear every spoken voice in every timeline, but they were all a low, maddening hum that rang in his ears as he sat, legs apart, in his supernatural throne room, nothing but the years for company. Of course, the voices of those he knew in life were the loudest and hardest to hear.

And he was hungry. So. Damn. Hungry.

Even Gods needed to eat, but what was there to find in Loki’s palace of emerald and gold, buried underneath countless layers of timeline branches, ensnared in the prison of Yggdrasil? Loki couldn't die of starvation, but the hunger pangs would frequently send surges of pain through his core, out his arms, and as a result, a few timelines would flicker for a moment before regaining normalcy. It was likely these places would only see inclement weather or a few years of time skipped over as a result.

It was painful, but the only way Loki could check on his few allies was through the branches tying him to his noble seat. Sometimes, he would follow the sound of Mobius’ slow voice and find his favorite timeline: where Mobius was happy, retired, living with his adult sons and their spouses and children on a cabin by the beach (three jet skis and an ATV in the garage, of course).

He smiled as he saw OB’s TVA manuals and novels being stored away in a timeproof capsule for posterity, ensuring his legacy. The little man was never taller.

He’d even caught a glimpse of Thor from time to time, and Loki had spent countless hours following him from afar as he traveled with a small band of space brigands. He even managed a chuckle upon seeing what Thor was getting up to: “Father would be embarrassed…and that music is terrible.”

Not that it mattered.

He was forever burdened with glorious purpose, just as he’d prophesied as an arrogant youth. Now, I’m gloriously burdened, Loki thought. He nearly smirked at the poetic irony, or perhaps it was justice for his past transgressions that fit the same meter. A Loki with freedom would have enjoyed the twist for what it was.

A tear formed at the corner of his left eye at the thought. Forever. Here. No food or love or friendship to keep his heart from slowly eroding away with the millennia.

Suddenly, the branches around Loki’s wrists began shaking, writhing in his grip, as if a blustery wind disturbed them. He looked up, his eyes following one of the timelines furthest away from his immediate sight: a gray and lethargic piece of the Tree of Life. As the other tendrils of time began shaking furiously at some invisible disturbance, this branch suddenly exploded into a thread of white hot light before curling in on itself and returning to its original state.

Loki attempted to get to his feet, but he was still bound by the thousands of other timelines he protected. No matter, the odd shift in the air quickly subsided, at least until a brief ‘pop’ was audible from somewhere ahead of Loki’s line of vision, buried behind the twisting strings of time.

“Odd,” analyzed the God of Stories, “but amounting to nothing.”

Alas, he was wrong. For almost immediately after his declaration that the anomaly was of no concern: a small, high voice cooed from beyond the branches.

“H…hello?”

Loki felt his heart still, his skin cool, and a strange current in the air moved about the green chamber, rustling the hem of his cape where it met his boots. It was the first time since he took his place on the throne that it did so.

No, it’s a trick.

“HELLO?”

No one, no mortal could survive being here. It’s why it had to be me…

“Is there someone here?”

No, that’s certainly another’s voice.

Loki dared to hope after all this time. He opened his mouth to reply…but nothing fell out other than a few sharp notes and breath. Had it been so long since he’d used his vocal chords?

Out of the tangle of time streams before Loki, a diminutive, pale figure stumbled over herself, gripping something yet unseen in her hand, wearing a disgusting, dirty gray slip. A little girl, no older to existence than a spring lamb.

Norns, it’s a child!

“Is this heaven?” the little girl asked, brushing a fiery red braid from her shoulder and walking hesitantly into the throne room. “Or somewhere else?”

Loki’s mouth hung open, but his words still somehow failed him.

“Are you The Creator, or some God? Are you real? I didn’t think you would be. I guess I’m glad you are.”

The questions were pouring out of Idunn’s mouth so quickly that Loki was reminded of himself as a child, when he’d ask his mother one too many questions.

“Maybe I should--”

“Who are you?”

Idunn was so startled at the Green King’s first successful words to her, she leapt backwards, tumbling over a branch that her ankle met by accident. Loki nearly attempted to rise again.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m Idunn,” said the girl, regaining composure remarkably quickly.

“...Loki.”

A moment of awkward silence went by before Idunn took another step back toward the throne. “Are all those a part of you?” she asked, her thoughts as aimless and unorganized as any ten-year-old’s.

Loki looked up into the time vines, feeling smaller and more alone than ever in the surreal presence of this little creature who’d managed to survive an entrance into open time without being torn into tiny threads and scattered across space.

“I suppose they are.”

Idunn sighed, shrugging and positioning herself at his feet. “I didn’t know gods were real. I thought they were just an excuse to--”

“--oh, gods are real, little one--”

“--get rid of me.”

Loki fell silent again, this time stunned at the bluntness of the child, and the darkness of her admission.

“What kind of miniature sorceress are you, Miss Idunn?” he asked, his voice starting to lighten in an attempt to alleviate the child’s fears. “Your powers must be fearsome if you stand before me now fully intact.”

“I’m not a witch,” Idunn conceded. “They just chose me for the sacrifice this year, and I had something to help myself survive.”

Loki didn’t know what part of this distressing declaration to address first. “Sacrifice?”

Idunn nodded, looking about the branches above her head, pointing to the one that was still recovering from the intrusion. “Time’s Ridge. They call it The Village at the End of the Universe. They sacrifice a child every year to stop the storms.”

The God of Stories was aware of the histories of many of his burdensome tethers by now, but even Time’s Ridge was a mystery to him.

“Sacrifice?” he repeated as the oblivious blatherskite before him went on, her fears quickly alleviating into a more normal enthusiasm that suited a youth her age.

“Yes,” affirmed the girl, “but the night before they took me to the abyss, a strange man came by my cell window and offered me this.”

She showed Loki the golden apple, causing his jaw to drop again. The girl was unfamiliar, but the apple was unmistakably Asgardian. A rare delicacy, the Golden Apples of Asgard gave the Gods their eternal youth and immortality. Every god had a single one on their person, for sometimes one could find themselves pulling back from the edge of oblivion by virtue of one bite.

They were so rare because they were so difficult to cultivate. Any one mistake during the process would render the apples lethal to even the Allfather. The only grower Loki knew to be alive was an elderly Asgardian somewhere out in the cosmos. How he made his way to this little urchin teetering at the edge of everything and knew to offer her the last apple in existence, Loki couldn’t even guess.

“Did he say where he got that?” Loki’s eternal hunger suddenly caught up with him again upon seeing the golden apple in her small hand.

“No. All I can remember is that he was very strong and handsome for a peddler. Only other thing I can remember is that he was blonde. Oh, and he had a big hammer with him, too. I think he was looking for me directly, like he knew who needed this.”

Loki’s cold skin shot back into a warm heat that made two more tears stain his cheeks.

Idunn looked regretful. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean to make you cry! Did you want a bite?”

Loki looked sadly off to his sides. “I cannot eat. I cannot let go of even a single one of these timelines, little one. I couldn’t hold an apple or a spoon.”

The child looked from Loki to the apple, and back. “So then I’ll help!” she said as simply as if it were the answer to 1 + 1.

Before the god could protest, or even ask, Idunn had taken it upon herself to climb Loki’s throne and sit in his lap, holding the unbitten apple before his lips. “Don’t you want--?”

Loki didn’t wait, his hunger overriding any sense of decorum, and accepted a large mouthful of fruit, almost unhinging his jaw like a snake to consume as much sustenance in a single crumb as he could. As a result, Loki had accounted for half of the apple with his bite. Idunn giggled at Loki’s accomplishment.

The food was not only the single most delicious morsel of food he’d ever consumed, but he felt it travel down to his stomach before warmly blossoming, artificially filling his stomach for the time being. The pains subsided almost immediately, and a surge of energy filled Loki’s veins.

Then, something remarkable happened that he didn’t expect. The timelines glowed gold instead of green for a moment, and each one that was even remotely loose or frayed was repaired and made stronger than it had been before. Small orbs of gold began appearing above their heads, looking as if golden apples were growing on the branches of the World Tree. Idunn gasped.

“Pretty!” she whispered. “I didn’t know these could do that!” she declared excitedly, looking down at the apple.

“Nor I,” said Loki, his gratefulness to the strange girl present in his tone. I wonder if this is affecting the beings within?

“Do you have children?” asked Idunn, suddenly. Loki shook his head, his large, horned diadem nearly whacking the girl off her perch.

“No. Do you have…parents?” he asked hesistantly in return.

“No. No one wanted me.”

Loki’s heart went out to the child. “I know the feeling.”

Idunn sighed. “Why do you think they picked me to jump at Time’s Ridge?”

Loki looked sadly down at the apple in Idunn’s fist, already repairing itself.

“I’m alone,” Idunn continued. “I had to come here in order to save everyone else while they move on with their lives without me. No family, no reason to expect to find one.”

Norns, am I looking into a mirror? Loki smiled, feeling an odd new sensation one could only describe as paternal. “Perhaps…when two unloved, unwanted people find each other, there’s a family to be found there, little one.”

Time passed, how much neither the entombed god nor the condemned child knew, but this was because neither cared. It was here that The God of Stories was able to share his own tales for the first time, and once he and Idunn moved past the initial shock of discovering one another here, in the darkest and least likely of places, his long stretches of details quickly became libraries’ worth.

Idunn may have been young, but her maturity was at least partially Asgardian. Loki suspected her heritage could have been closer to his own peoples’ than one would expect of one of the lowly residents of the edge of time. As such, Loki found his paternal instinct toward Idunn grow, and as infinite measures of time began to pass, he began encouraging her to eat and rest in between stories and songs. After all, she was only as immortal as the apples made her. She was not a god, nor a full Asgardian.

Before long, Loki felt compelled to say what had slowly begun to creep into his mind once she appeared: it’s so wonderful having someone to talk to.

Instead, he addressed what he least wanted to. “Idunn,” he said. “Unlike myself, you are free to leave here at any time.”

She sighed. “Are you tired of me now?”

He quickly denied her with a sad face and a headshake. “I suppose I just wanted to inform you that you could probably enter any one of these timelines and find a better world to live in than the one you knew…and the one that is here.”

Are you mad? thought Idunn. Why would I leave you, the first person to ever listen to me?

“No, I think I’ll stay here a while. You need someone to help you eat, and I need…”

Loki smiled and completed her thought. “...a glorious purpose?”

“Exactly.”

She nodded. “As long as I have this, and as long as you won’t tell me to jump off a ridge, then I will be here for you, King Loki.”

“Sweet daughter Idunn,” Loki whispered in relief, “just know one final thing: please don't call me King Loki.”

Idunn giggled and threw her arms around Loki’s shoulders in an embrace of perfect love and trust. For the moments she couldn’t see his face, Loki allowed the tears to fall freely.

Thus, the Goddess of Youth took her place alongside the God of Stories, giving him the strength and companionship he needed to hold reality aloft on his shoulders for however long the whims of fate would have him there.

For as long as she stayed there, Loki never knew loneliness again.

Yeah, this fic is basically "a wild daughter appears!" like Thor: L&T was for Thor, but Loki just can't and shouldn't be alone on top of the multiverse like that. Come on, y'all.

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Yggdrasil (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: Your husband, the god of mischief, has made the ultimate sacrifice for his friends, and the world...he lives, but now he is alone...that is until you choose to join him in his solitude and make a life there.

Warnings: MAJOR spoilers for the ending of the Loki series. Angst, but fluff and hurt/comfort. YN becomes a goddess in her YN-y moment. Brief mentions of sex and pregnancy, but no smut at all. Fix it Fic goodness. Canon and Norse mythology is not a code and more like a guideline. Is it accurate? I don't know. And this is fic world. Accuracy don't mean shit. I just want my boy to be happy after all that and do my part as a Loki fic writer after...THAT.

Word Count: 2K

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You walked over to the tree. It was incredibly beautiful. The vines reaching out. The colors are everywhere. The trunk of it twisting, twisting round. The blueness and soft greens that surrounded you. Light purple flowers high up, blossoming. You had heard of it in stories. Maybe dreamed of it once. But here…here in person it was even more beautiful.

“Hello there, Yggdrasil.” you greeted with a smile.

There was a breeze in the wind. It rattled the leaves above. The starry sky. It didn’t feel too cold here- it felt sweet, crisp. An early autumn night. You took several steps closer until you were right before the trunk. Your voice lowering.

“But I know who you really are…who is in there…” you continued.

The search had been long. It had been a month. A month since you saw him. The look on his face, and felt his sacrifice, his steps going forward. Now here it was-in person. Here he was.

It shivered in response. You went up, gently placing a hand on the bark.

You felt the curves of your lips to a gentle frown. A voice that was not begging…only requesting. Soft, but grounded. As grounded as the tree was though in it’s magic it seemed like it floated where it grew.

“Please…take me to him…it is all I want, all I wish, all I ask for…please allow me to see him…even if it’s only once…”

Was your prayer answered? Even heard? You sucked in a breath, feeling your chest grow tight with anticipation. The delicate lines of both despair and hope on a thin line.The golden band around your finger felt tight- shimmering amidst the dark wood of the tree.

The vines relented. They thinned and opened up- as easily as silk. There was a glowing opening within the tree. You felt it- a stillness. As if you were waited. Expected.

Inside it, you took your steps into the heart of the tree. It felt like the cool mist, the light rain as you walked through-like the light rain that poured the first night you let him into your bed. Your heart raced, your palms clammy.

Was this a mistake? The wrong one? It had to be…it had to! It couldn't have done that unless… it was really…no- was this it? Would Yggdrasil kill you? Destroy you for knowledge so intimate, so secret?

Branches, vines, leaves- so much wood here. There was a green light that glowed about it, shining everywhere- how perfect for him, you mused.

Your head turned. Throat going dry and tight with dread, fear. You searched around. Eyes skittering through the thick vines.

You looked around-nothing but the greenery…

Then…there was a voice. Breathy, baritone, low, rich-and it whispered your name in echoes.

The greenery opened up. You saw first horns. Then…

There, on a throne, surrounded by vines, there he sat. Pale and handsome. He was always handsome to you. Despite the lines of care, his drooping eyes…it was him. You knew that face- caressed it, kissed it so many times.

His eyes then lowered to you. Its blueness seemed darkened, dimmed. Then he looked at you, squinting. He whispered your name again, to you. You felt everything in you freeze. You wanted this. Processed it. It was real- very, very real.

“Is…is that…” he began to whisper.

Tears brimmed up your eyes and you cupped your mouth, as you felt them drop down your hand already.

“Loki it’s you!” you cried out.

Sobbing hard, you ran into him, almost tackling him into a hug. Crying so hard your whole body shook with each tearfall. So much your face felt hot, even as it scratched against his cloak- against the long vines. You felt his hands wrap around you. And you heard him just say your name again- an incantation. A spell to bring you back. A spell that worked. You cried as he held you, the vines around him shivering.

“What…what is it…why…why did you come here?” he asked.

You released the hug. Wiping off your tears with your sleeve like a little child. Your tone returned to the old teasing.

“You silly man! What kind of wife abandons her husband?”

Loki’s mouth opened, but he said nothing. His face was in awe.

“I came here for you! I figured out how- and I did!” you replied.

He let out a deep sigh. He lifted his white hand, caressing your cheek. You leaned into it, enjoying the intimacy, his touch that you had been deprived of, that he had been deprived of too for so long.

“You know I cannot leave this. Ever. I…I must do this, my love…I had to…to save all of them…to save you…I…I must make sure…their stories all…all are happy…are managed, well…even yours.” he voiced. His face serene, though a tear fell down across his cheek.

You then took his hand and clutched it.

“Loki, the many times you comforted me when I cried. Stood by me. Protected me when I was in danger, scared. Saved me, even. And you know how…how lonely I would get in Asgard. Who else would run to my side to comfort me…but you. I shall do that for you!”

His eyes widened.

“But…you cannot give up your home, your life!” he replied.

You shook your head.

“I will make a new one here- we will make a new one here…Thor and Frigga gave me their blessing before I left. They saw how happy we made each others…and that is what they want. I told them what you did. The people you saved…and they’re…they’re proud of you.”

He blinked rapidly, more tears falling down. You lifted two of your hands- cupping his face lovingly. He had no choice but to look in your eyes.

“When we were married, we promised, before the AllFather and AllMother to always stand by each other...I will honor the vows I made on that altar, as you honored your vows to me,” you declared.

The wind rustled above. Inside, there were a few violet buds that dangled, moving slightly. Willing the flower to open.

“My darling….Asgard will lack its princess.”

“A mere consort? No! I am not an heir to anything! A mere accessory to a throne, a part of a painting…and nothing eles? And alone? Loki, I don't need a palace, gold, riches, and titles…I only ask to be loved and safe…and Loki…you will be alone…now- you won’t be. I will stay by you. We will face this new part of your life together!”

There was a slight grown from the wood. Both of you looked about, your hands dropping. He nestled into the green cloak he wore around him. His helmet perfect for him- never once slipping off his head.

“It’s quiet here…there’s no one…nothing…a life of nothing…but making these stories” he mused.

“Then let me stay…let me help…if only…if only to be with you…I will live here. If not near- then give me access. I will stay here, come by every day. Visit for hours…just to be with you.”

“My darling…sweet, sweet wife…I was alone and I…I don’t have to…”

There were tears in his eyes.

“Thank you…thank you, my dear…”

He pressed his forehead to yours. The cold metal of the forehead touching your own. You only held hands. Felt each other- the love in your systems bursting forth.

A vine went to you, grazing against your arm. You lifted a hand.

“Which one is this?” you asked.

“This one…a man named Steve…or Marc…he’s three at once, it’s very complicated….” Loki explained.

You lifted a finger to touch it. There was a ripple. The vines shook, some of them went to you. You wondered…you lifted a hand. It allowed you to touch it. There was a small, reddish glow, it went up and through.

“You just…just…made something happen…something will occur for Steve…he’s about to learn what gifts he truly has…my dear…has this happened before?”

“No- not until now…”

“You think that…you have a certain…gift?” he asked.

The vines reacted in turn. You realzed as you touched them, you could help move these stories. Turn them- touching made something happen and Loki would tell you.

“My dear…you have a gift. One of fate…”

“Then…I guess I cannot leave now. You will help with stories. I will help with fates. We both have work to do.”

He smiled.

“Asgard now has a new goddess…” he said. You went up, and kissed him. You cried as your lips touched. And there was a shudder that went through the trees and rattled through the forest like a wind.

It was an adjustment. Making a home just outside of the remains of the earth. Fortunately, you knew enough magic to get by. To transport and conjure food. Even gather some from the nearby village. Enough to make a garden, a home.

And every day, you walked out to Yggdrasil. Vanished for hours. Then returned.

For the villagers, it was odd that a goddess of fate was just going about the streets getting groceries among them. You merely shrugged and laughed it off.

You said your husband was busy. Quite busy. He had an important job-crucial one. Yet people wondered at you- the mysterious goddess who lived in a cottage by the woods, whose husband never appeared, and vanished into the forest. The forest at the end of the world, mind you- every day and returned with a smile on her face as if nothing happened.

It was quiet and simple. No opulent balls and feasts of Asgard. But no fathers with clear favorites and tears and bloody battles with countless corpses and heartbreak either.

How often you polished the horns on his helmet and washed his cloak by the river. Then he would tell you all about what happened. Fates and stories. You would mend them, mind them. Determine what worked, what did not. And you would laugh and cry so hard over every story on earth of each person you would feel like a rag rung out…yet in a good way.

And you would wrap your arms around him. Sit on his lap on the throne, as you did back then so many times before. Kiss him and nuzzle into him. Feel his touch- remind him through the brush of your fingers through his dark curls. I am here, I am here, I am here.

It was like being remarried- A honeymoon fortress of oak, willow leaves, and flower petals. The newness of your husbands role, his abilities. As well as yours. But without everything else…no, you didn’t need anything else. Only each other.

It was a month later, you knew the change. You felt it. The suspicion. The inkling you felt since you began your journey. Counting on your fingers from when it last happened, and your journey to him began, the timing was right. The intuition. The small ringing of a bell in the back of your head getting louder, and louder with each passing week. The one reason on the backburner that was never confirmed. And now it was. You both wanted it. Hoped for it. Now, though the circumstances could have never been guessed, you would both receive your wish. The confirmation long awaited.

On Yule, you teasingly adored the tree in ribbons. Loki inside scoffed, rolling his eyes. But it only made you laugh harder. In Spring, you collect its flowers and put them in vases. In Summer, you cooled beneath it’s shade. Loki made sure your story was hte one most preciously protected, guarded. You made old charms from the flowers with his magic- for your safety and good health. Flowers worn over your head in crowns, on your neck. And in Autumn, you watched as they oranged and swirled. How lovely they were surrounding you as you held each other.

A year and a half went by before you knew it, as swift as mortals lives. the cottage had an infant girl living in it. She had dark hair, and your skin and eyes. And she was starting to walk. You held her up by both hands in the grass before the forest.

“Come along Freya! There’s a good girl! A step at a time!” you cooed at her.

Who knew what her powers would be. What she was goddess of. But here, she wasn’t a goddess. She was just a baby.

She was Babbling as the grass tickled her feet. The loving, green dress you tucked over her. You held her tiny, chubby hand as she experimentally bent her knees. Then she made a sound of triumph.

Motherhood was not going to stop your gifts and powers as a goddess of fate. You touched the vines and turned fates however. But you had to give happy ones to the friends of him. The ones who meant so much to him, did so much for him. For Mobius, you made sure his sons grew up healthy and strong and happy, with long vacations by lakes and oceans. For Ouroboros, you gave him several awards and successes as a writer and the inspiration and motivation to create, pour water into his own well, and never lose the joy of it. You made sure they all were safe and content.

You scooped little Freya up your arms, giving her a kiss on the side of her head. She was behaving well- not crying loud to wake the whole village. Needing perhaps a cradle from the vines of Yggdrasil again in Norns Know what time of night if she was especially fussy.

You walked her again to the tree. She looked out with her wide eyes. One hand trying to touch the leaves, the vines, the branches. A thing of flowers bloomed for her. One leafy vine went over to graze her cheek. She kicked in enthusiasm, giggling in such pure joy.

You smiled at her and then at Yggdrasil. Seeing the portal open once again.

Knowing he was inside again- to see her. Meet her. Hold her as he did when she was a swaddled newborn to be brought- for him to just hold her. Despite the great loneliness of Loki’s inital fate, you all did everything to change it. He would meet Freya and watch her grow up. He would see her, hold her, love her. Again. Again. And again.

You turned your face to the baby with a smile, and then to the portal door and the god of stories waiting inside.

“Freya- let’s go see your father.”

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lokiusincorrectquotes · 5 months

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Loki, singing: He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's on thin fuckin’ ice Mobius, also singing: Santa Claus is calling you out!

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samsayswhatever · 5 months

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Fanfics are cannon now

I just want to say that "the sacred timeline" is just their fancy term for saying it's cannon.

Now that Loki freed up the multiverse, so people can have free will, any story ever told in the MCU is now branching.

There are now infinite timelines. That's a lot. It means that if it ever could have happened, it now did.

So if you ever wrote fan fiction about the MCU, the Loki show is basically saying it's cannon now. You're welcome.

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Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 15

Thor Premiere

A/n: I know that movies aren't made this fast but they are here😁

You were looking in your closet deciding what to wear. Yes it was just to the hair and makeup trailer...but still! Today was the Premire for Thor: Ragnarock!

You hear the front door of the house open and footsteps.

"Hey!!" You hear two people say in unison

You turn and see Chris (Hemsworth) and Tom (Hiddleston) smiling

"Omg!! Hi guys!!" You rush to hug them

"What are you doing here?" You ask smiling

"Oh uhhh...just wanted to see how you're doing. Is a...is Walker here?" Chris asks

"Uhhh...no. why?" You say suspicious of them

Just them Walker comes in the room

"What are you doing guys?" Walker says to Chris and Tom

"What's going on?" You ask

"Ummmm...welll..." Chris and Tom stutter

"See! I told you! She doesn't even know what she's gonna wear!" Walker points to your closet that was torn apart

"Uhhh...what are you guys talking about?" You ask

"You're coming with us" Walker states as he grabs you from behind

"Grab her legs!" He yells

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" You scream

"You're going in your pajamas! You will never get to the premiere on time if you don't!" Walker says as they carry you down the stairs

"YOU GUYS ARE IN ON THIS?!!!!!" You yell at Chris and Tom

"Ummm...well...Walker kinda called us and asked for us to come because he said you would fight and he needed backup" Tom explained as you were punching Walker

"See" Walker says looking down at you

Chris opens the door and you almost get out of Walker grip

"Would you stop fighting me!! I'm gonna drop you and accidentally ruin your pretty face" Walker says and you can help but blush

"Awww! She blushed! She must really love you" Tom taunts

"Shut up!" You yell at him and blush even more

They put you in the car and Walker sat next to you in the backseat

You punch him in the stomach and he flinched

"Why aren't you hitting them?" Walker asks holding his stomach

"Because this was your idiotic idea!" You smack the back of his head

You get there and Chris and Tom leave to their trailers.

When you enter the trailer and there was food already sitting there.

"Oooo!!! Who loves me enough to get me this" you ask excitedly and take a sip from the milkshake

"Well I am pretty amazing" Walker jokes

"You did this?" You ask with a huge smile on your face

"Yep" He says

You just leap foward and kiss him

"I love you so much!" You smile at him and look into his eyes

"I love you too my precious" Walker replies sweetly

It was several hours later and you were ready for the premire.

"You look so handsome" you smile to Walker as you hug his back while he ties the tie

"I know" He jokes

He turns and looks at you

"WOW" He says looking at you still fiddling with his tie

"What? Do I have food in my teeth?" You ask worried

"No! You look...you look...wow! YOU. ARE. STUNNING." He says

"Awww!! Thank you!" You blush as he kisses you

"Now I belive we have a premiere to go to" He says holding your hand

You get to the red carpet and the cameras start flashing faster. People screaming your name at the top of their lungs. You go up to a reporter.

"Hi y/n! Let me just say you look gorgeous tonight." She says

"Aww thank you!" You reply

"SHE LOOKS HOT!" One of the paparazzi guys yells disgustingly

You just ignore him but when you look at Walker but he's not. He's giving him a "if you say that one more time I'll come over there are make you sorry you were born!" glare

You continued down the red carpet cameras flashing. Walker holding your waist. Smiling for the pictures when you heard someone scream something

"DAMN HER ASS LOOKS SOO HOT IN THAT DRESS!" the same guy screams

Walker takes a step foward but you stop him

"Walker it's okay. Just ignore him" You say rubbing his back soothingly

"He has no right to talk to you like that!" Walker says seething with anger

"It's okay. Just ignore him. He's drunk and an idiot." You say softly and kiss him

And he smiles

You were taking pictures with fans now. Walker was talking to a reporter somewhere. The drunk guy walks up to you.

"Hey baby can I get a picture?" He says looking at you up and down

"Uhhh...sure...I guess" you say caught off guard

You look around for Walker but see no trace of him

The guy gives you the phone and you hold it up to take the picture. But then you feel the guys hand around your waist. Very low. He pulls you closer to him and you wince. Then out of nowhere Walker jumps in and pushes the guy away.

"Hey man whats your problem?!" The guy yells

"If you so much as look at her again I will kill you and bury your body in my backyard." Walker threatens

"Do you understand me?" Walker says through his teeth

"Oh no. Percy Jackson is trying to threaten me. That's not very hero like now is it?" The guy mocks

Walker gets in his face

"I warned you" Walke rsays one last time

Walker turns and puts his arm around your waist and leads you away

You burry your face in his neck and he kisses the top of your head

"You okay?" He asks softly

"Yeah. Now that you're here" You reply

It was about 20 minutes later and so far you haven't seen the guy again. Walker must've scared him off. You were walking though a big crowd. There was 5 security guards around you (including Walker 🤭)

All of a sudden the guy jumped from the crowd and spanked you

Walker turned around as fast as lightning and punched the guy in the face and the guy went flying backwards

"Get him out of here! I don't wanna see his face ever again." Walker says obviously furious

The security guards grabbed the guy by the arms and dragged him away. The guy was screaming something to you but you couldn't hear it.

"I love you so much" You say appreciative

"I love you more" He replies and kisses you and hugs you

It was now time to take pictures with the rest of the cast. You stand between Chris and Tom and look over to see Walker standing on the side waiting for you. On high alert looking for the guy or anybody else who would mess with you.

"Is everything okay? Walker looks mad?" Tom asks (none of the cast knew what happened)

"Ummm...yeah...there was just this annoying guy earlier...but Walker scared him away" You stuttered

"Wait. What happened?" Chris asks

"This guy touched me and was saying gross things about me so Walker punched the guy and he was kicked out." You explain like it was nothing

"WHERE IS THIS GUY?!?!" Chris and Tom say in unison furiously

"I don't know he was kicked out." You shrug

They look at eachother and nod

"Well...we'll be right back" Chris says and they both walk away

Walker then comes over to you

"Where are they going?" He asks

"They are going to find that guy...btw we might need to testify for them in the murder trial" You joke

"Good! That guy deserves whatever comes to him" Walker sys still mad

"He's gonna get beaten up by Thor and Loki. I feel sorry for the guy" You joke again

After the premire you got in the limo with Walker

"Hey you want ice cream?" He asks smiling

"Uhhh...duh!" You reply

You got to the ice cream shop and everyone was looking at the two of you...duh

"You're...you're...omg...what can I get you?" The girl says really excited and soo stunned

"I'll have the chocolate and she'll have...what do you want?" He asks

"I'll have the cookies and cream" You reply

"Okay!!" The girl replies

You feel so many eyes on you so you turn a little and peek to see everyone's phones pointed at you

Some trying to be sneaky like they're calling someone (but their flash was on) and other were on live stream you assume because they were whispering (VERY loudly)

"Guys! Y/n and Walker Scobell are getting ice cream!!"

Walker looks down at you and sees you shiver

"Here my princess" He says as he takes off his suit coat and puts it around your shoulders

He wraps you in a bear hug and kisses you

"I love you sooo much! You are the girl I've dreamed of" He whispers in your ear and you blush

"You're the guy I dreamed of my whole life. Everything about you is exactly what I wanted." You smile and kiss him

"...well...you are really annoying and that wasn't in my dreams but whatever" you joke

"Yeah yeah" He kisses the top of your head

"H-here" the girl stutters as the hands you the ice cream

"Thank you" You and Walker say in unison

When you turn around you see at least 29 paparazzi people outside

"Noooo" You whine

Walker puts his hand on your waist and brings you toward him

You start to walk outside and the lights were soo bright

Walker covers your face with his hand and you bury your face in his neck

He opens the car door for you and you step inside

Once you started driving the paparazzi tried to follow you but your driver was really good at hiding from the aparazzi

After about 10 minutes you finished your I've cream

"That was soooo good!: you say and look at Walker as he quickly shovels the I've cream in his mouth

"What are you doing?!" You ask with a little giggle

"Nothing" Walker replies bit you can barely understand him because his mouth is full

"Why are you eating so fast?" You ask confused

"Ummm...ao you won't take it" He admits

"Are you serious?!" You say and he nods

"I'm not gonna take your ice cream you idiot" You say and smack the back of his head

"Thank you" He smiles still not trusting you

He turns to you and his face was covered with ice cream

"Haha do you know what you look like?" You laugh

"Am I covered in ice cream?" He giggles

"Yeah. But you still look handsome" you reply

"Well thank you. You do too." He smiles

"Oh no! Am I covered in ice cream too? You ask worried

"No but you will be in two minutes" he replies

"What's happening I'm two minutes?" You ask confused

In two minutes you will finally say that looks soo good! And then I'll say do you want some. Then you'll say yes but only one bite and then you'll leave me nothing."

You just watch him eat his ice cream

"That looks so good!" You say with basically heart emoji eyes

"Do you want some?" He sighs

"Only a bite" You smile

And bout 5 minutes later you handed him the empty bowl

"Hm...I guess you were right" He say smugly

"Well I am always right soo..." He jokes

"Yeah sure" You roll your eyes

"I was right when I picked you to be my girlfriend" He smiles at you

"Awww!" You blush

You didn't know when but you fell asleep in Walker's lap. He laid his coat over you and was stroking your hair with his hand.

"Y/n we are here" He whispers in your ear

"What?" You mumble

"We are at your house" He replies

"Oh okay" You mumble as he helps you sit up

You step out of the car and he walks you to the door

"Hey thank you for protecting me tonight" You say

"Of course!!!! If that creep ever gets near you again you call me and I'll be there before you hand up the phone." He smiles down at you

"Aww! Thank you!! I will. But I think you freaked him out too much for him to come back" You giggle

"Well I am pretty threatening" He says in a funny voice as you giggle

He kisses you

"Goodnight my princess" you looks in your eyes

"Goodnight my prince" you look in his

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Walker's POV

"I'm furious that idiot was disgusting to y/n! What can I do? I know!

I scroll through my phone and find Taylor's phone number and call

Mother

Hey Walker! (She sounded like she just woke up)

Is everything okay?

umm...yeah kind of...

Oh no!! Is it y/n? Is she okay?! Did something happen????

No no she's not hurt

Sooo...what happened?

Well there was this paparazzi guy who was hitting on y/n. He kept cat calling <INSERT> hey and saying really gross thing. But he spanked her...

WHAT?!

Yeah. I punched the guy but I never wanna see his face again sooo...

Awww!! I love that you defend her!!

I will defend her until the day i die. Anyway soo...could you get that guy like banned from seeing y/n or something?

As her guardian too ill get a restraining order...

Yes!! Of course!! Im doing it right now!! I'll also talk to y/n tomorrow about pressing charges

Thank you I was so worried that he would do something to her when I want around to help her

The call ended and I decided to scroll through instagram...bad move...there were pictures everywhere of what happened

"Ugh" I thought to myself

I put my phone down and tried to go to sleep

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A/n: Hiii everyone!! Sorry this took so long!! I wrote a different chapter to post but I decided not to. Please forgive me for being slow!! I'm so sorry!!

If you like this story please like, comment, share!! AND THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR READING!! I really appreciate all the love and support!! I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH!!

Love you all soo much!!!

P.S. thought you guys might like it to be posted on Tuesday this time bc PJO isn't airing new episode anymore💖

Xoxo

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kepkepkepkep · 5 months

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I want someone to write a lokius fic of all the boring, mundane parts of life along with the passionate, romantic moments like I want a realistic and healthy relationship that isnt dripping with angst but isn't void of it either PLEASE GIVE ME ONE REALISTIC RELATIONSHIP!!!!!!! but make it lokius cause yeah

#lokius #ao3 #fanfiction #loki x mobius #loki #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #mobius #loki s2 #loki series #loki tv #loki season 2

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mischievous-thunder · 2 years

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More power to representation!

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dewdropreader · 8 months

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6. "Did you lie to me?" - lokius

(I got carried away with this! I hope you enjoy this no context provided little fic!!)

“Did you lie to me?” Mobius asks, not fuming with rage, just looking calm and eerily relaxed.

Loki feels something hot burning his gut, something he faintly recognizes as shame. He doesn’t want to unpack that.

“Of course I did,” Loki snaps, instead of allowing his brain to linger. “That’s all I’m good for, you should expect that by now.” Loki forces venom into his tone to disguise the fear and exhaustion.

Mobius just shakes his head, not patronizing but deliberate nonetheless. “That’s not true, Loki.”

“Isn’t it?” He snarls, not even able to muster the energy to point out the irony there.

“You’re a skilled liar, maybe even a frequent one, but that’s not all you’re good for. You’ve shown me time and time again that you are more than that.”

The smooth gentleness in Mobius’ tone is so disarming. Mobius should be angry with him, he should be shouting and getting in his face. Loki knows he’s capable of it, even if it’s not his natural state, so why isn’t he?

“Don’t sabotage yourself, Loki,” Mobius murmurs, stepping closer. “If there’s one person you don’t have to lie to or hide from, it’s me.”

Loki shakes his head meekly but struggles to respond. “I… I don’t…”

“I don’t want to change you, I don’t expect you to never use that beautiful brain of yours to make some mischief or tell a tall tale, but for this to work you need to be honest with me,” Mobius says, gaze fixed on Loki’s.

Loki feels himself shiver with the intensity of Mobius in his space, his eyes seeming to tear right though all of Loki’s defenses, reading him like a book. Loki should be used to this, he is, really, but sometimes his old habits of fighting and distancing himself to prevent heartache kick in.

Finally, he steps closer to Mobius, his whole body tense with signs of wariness and caution. He tries to open his mouth to explain himself, apologize for being such a mess, but the words get caught in his throat and die with a pathetic whimper.

But Mobius knows, of course he knows, he always has, has known Loki sometimes better than he knows himself. Knows how his defense mechanisms cut like daggers and how his fear eats him alive if he isn’t careful, how he feels everything so deeply that sometimes even the mildest of emotions can turn volatile.

So, with all that known, Mobius doesn’t continue to interrogate or try and pick out the truth, at least not for now. Maybe later when the tensions are lower Loki will be able to explain what happened and they can work through it like they always do, but for now Mobius knows that Loki just needs a reminder of love, so he just steps fully into his orbit and scoops him into a hug, pulling Loki’s body against his own and squeezing perhaps a bit tighter than necessary, to ground him.

Loki desperately tries to hide the shudder that leaves him as he collapses into Mobius’ warm hold, gripping him back just as desperately.

“I’m sorry,” Loki whispers, his voice thick.

“I know, Loki,” Mobius replies. “I’ve got you.”

#loki #lokius #lokius fluff #lokius fanfic #mobius #loki tv #fanfiction #fanfic #loki series

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For You. Always

Fandom: Loki (TV 2021)

Pairing: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Tags: Post-Finale ¦ Post-Episode: s02e06 Glorious Purpose (Loki TV) ¦ Fix-it ¦ Angst and Feels ¦ Loneliness ¦ Feelings ¦ Reunions ¦ Pining ¦ Mutual Pining ¦ Sad with a Happy Ending ¦ Love Confessions ¦ First Kiss ¦ sentient cloak ¦ Similar to Dr Strange's sentient cloak

Word Count: 4,500

Summary: He doesn't even know how much time he's spent hopping from branch to branch but it feels like an eternity until he finds himself back outside the best house on the best street watching a man called Don with his two boys and a jetski in the garage. He's come back only a few years after his last visit, the boys are into their teens and causing even more trouble for their exasperated dad but now with a large dog in tow.

"Seem's Don gave in about the dog." A voice says softly a few feet behind him. "I wonder if he allowed the snake too."

For a moment he can't move, can barely breathe, but then he turns slowly and his breath escapes in a sudden harsh exhale. "Loki."

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You Are Worth It- Loki Laufeyson xreader fan fic

Summary: Y/N is feeling depressed and bad about themselves & Loki comforts & reassures Y/N and helps cheer her up

Warnings: mentions of depression, mentions of not feeling good enough, mentions of crying, soft Loki, angst, fluff, let me know if I miss anything

~Y/N’s POV~

I’m not sure how it started but I felt really low about myself and didn’t really feel like doing anything today so I decided to lay down in bed and I scrolled through social media for a while to keep my myself from crying but that didn’t work as I had hoped, I started to cry really hard. Loki ran into the room looking panicked and said “darling what is it?? What’s the matter Y/N? Did you hurt yourself?” I shook my head after wiping my tears away and got myself to sit up and said “no I-I’m ok Loki.. just feeling really down and I just.. I don’t feel good enough Loki.”

~Loki’s POV~

I sat down in bed next to Y/N and pulled her into my lap and held her tight and moved her phone to the bedside table and said “Y/N my pet listen to me, I know exactly how you are feeling, I’ve gone through these feelings many times before but you know who helped me to help remind me that I was good enough?” Y/N sat up a bit and said “me?..” I smiled and said “that’s right darling , listen to me, you are more than enough alright? You are perfect, the most wonderful woman I have had the pleasure of knowing. You are perfect regardless of what your mind tells you my sweet, please promise that you will never give up on yourself and that you will love yourself because you are worth it. I love you so much darling.”

I kissed her head and held her while she cried everything out and she lifted her head up to look at me and said “you are amazing Loki thank you for taking care of me baby it means so much and I promise Loki I won’t give up I’m just having a hard day.” I kissed her forehead and said “I know darling but I promise it’ll get better, why don’t we go out and do something, anything you want my love, we can go get one of those sugary drinks you love or just go out for a walk what do you say?” She smiled and said “that sounds really good Loki, I love you so much.” Y/N leaned in to kiss me and I smiled at her and said “I love you more my sweet, why don’t you get dressed and we’ll go do something hmm?” She got up and said “ok, give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.” I was so proud of Y/N for being so strong I couldn’t bare it if anything happened to her.

~Y/N’s POV~

I got dressed in my favorite hoodie and jeans and brushed my hair and met Loki by the front door and went to hug him and said “hey love, I’m ready to go.” Loki smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around me and said “I’m so proud of you darling, have you eaten today at all yet?” I felt guilty and shook my head feeling shy and he just smiled and leaned down kissing my head and said “no matter Y/N it’s alright, that’s what we’ll do first we need to get some food into your system you’ll feel better.” I never felt so loved and cared for in a long time, Loki changed all that and never made me feel bad or thought less of me and I always felt safe with him.

We went out to our favorite restaurant and Loki ordered me my favorite meal and made sure I ate everything and would tell me stories while we were out. I loved hearing his stories about Asgard and his adventures with his brother Thor. Loki saw I had finished eating and said “good job Y/N thank you for eating I’m proud of you, feel better?” I nodded and I did actually feel a little better, I looked at the menu and saw there was a desert section and I said “hey would it be ok if I ordered a piece of pie while we’re here?” Loki looked at what I wanted and said “oh absolutely darling you deserve it.” I smiled feeling excited and I waved someone over and ordered the pie. When the pie came loki said “ooh may I try a bite?” I handed him a fork and said “please! Help yourself honey! Take as much as you’d like.” Loki took a piece and said “yum, that is very tasty pet, what do you call it?” I ate another piece and said “it’s chocolate silk pie it’s very popular.” loki smiled and said “it is very good, how are you feeling now darling?” I finished the last piece and got the check for the meals and said “I’m doing a lot better Loki thank you for helping me get out today, this is just what I needed you are wonderful to me.” Loki took my hand in his kissing my hand and said “darling I would do anything for you, I hate seeing you sad, you deserve to be happy.” I blushed and said “Loki, I’m happy with you as long as I’m with you I have everything I need, wanna go for a walk?”

Loki nodded and we both got up and went for a walk along the river and I breathed in the fresh air feeling so relaxed and Loki had us stop at a spot for a moment and came closer to me lifting my chin up kissing me and said “darling you did great today, and if it’s possible I’ve fallen more in love with you and remember never give up and if you ever feel low again please tell me.” I pulled loki in for another kiss and said “I promise Loki thank you for an amazing day I love you so much.” He smiled and noticed I was sleepy and said “let’s go home Y/N you’ve done enough today.” He took my hand and we both went home and as soon as we got home I curled up in bed with loki and closed my eyes feeling relaxed on his chest while he held me close to him. Loki played with my hair and noticed I fell asleep and whispered “goodnight my dear Y/N I love you.”

Hey lovelies ♥️♥️ I wanted to write this Loki comfort fic bc I have been feeling low recently and writing this helped cheer me up a bit 🥹💚 I hope you enjoy this soft Loki fluff, love you all dears xx

Taglist:

@lokiandbuckysdoll

@jessybarnes

@sunshine-on-my-mind

@nana1000night

@precious1610

@anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 years

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My Fanfiction Masterlist

Also, I am the type that_ likes to do requests_, but discriminately. Fluff preferred but I can do “the heavier stuff.”

MY AO3 WORKS PAGE

LOKI SERIES

Don’t Fear the Reaper- Loki/Reader (MINORS DNI) Status: NEW! Don’t Fear the Reaper MASTERLIST

Beauty and the Snake Prince- Loki/Concubine!Reader (Minors DNI) STATUS: COMPLETE! BEAUTY AND THE SNAKE PRINCE MASTERLIST

Nights at the Circus- Loki/Reader 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI) STATUS: COMPLETE! NIGHTS AT THE CIRCUS MASTERLIST HERE

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Loki One-Shots

FANFIC DRABBLE MUSIC FESTIVAL MASTERLIST

The Mating Dance (Alpha!Loki x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Bucky)

Don’t Touch Me (Loki/Reader)- Cursed with the power of necrogenesis, you are held captive by the Avengers, who think you are too much of a threat to be allowed to roam free. When they decide to give you a chance to prove yourself, they entrust your care to Loki, who whisks you away to a safe house in New Asgard.

When the World Fell (Loki/Reader)- Loki and their lover entered the battle together. Only one came out alive.

Dream Weaver (Loki/Reader comfort drabble)- Loki tries to convince you that your writing is exactly what he wants to read. Made as a request for a friend!

Pure Chaos (Loki/Reader fluffy comedy drabble)- Loki bails you out of prison, and you have an explaination that makes the God of Mischief himself jealous.

The Skin We’re In (Jotunn!Loki/Reader fairy tale)- Your impending wedding to Prince Loki is interrupted with your mother’s sudden death and your father’s madness. In order to escape the unthinkable, Thor helps you disguise yourself until Loki can find you again.

The Birds They Put in Cages (Loki/Reader angst)- Loki enters into an arranged marriage to protect himself from a death sentence, leaving you watching helplessly as your future falls apart.

Just Another Baby Story (Loki/Pregnant!Reader)- an unexpected pregnancy leads to tension, fears, and rekindled love

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smolvenger · 6 months

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Loki Fandom utterly in tears and devastated:

Fic Writers:

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myfanfictiongarden · 5 months

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.... means to be bound with you - Loki (series)

A continuation of To be bound in the eternity of time...

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She is siting on her truck, like so many nights, looking at the skies, looking at the stars. Its so peaceful here. The late summer country air is full of various smells, big city pollution far away. There’s no heavy traffic noise, no flashing blinding lights. It is simple and it is good, just like it should be. She can hear crickets and their late evening symphony, hear the wind dancing through the fields and trees. Everything is so peaceful. She had yearned for peace for so long.

Her life slowly falls into a comfortable routine, a simple and welcome change from the never ending apocalypses she grew up in. She has her little cabin in midst of a field, a huge oak guarding it, a little brook not far off, neighbours a mile away, yet there is no sense of isolation. Slowly, she fills the little house with memoranda and trinkets, books, and records, and carpets, and furniture, and pillows, and clothes. Until recently there had been nothing she could say she owned, she could say belonged to her. During the week she goes to her job at the fast-food restaurant, sometimes in the morning, sometimes on the evening shift, occasionally on weekends. There is always a smell of frying fat and sugar syrup, always a variety of people coming, people going. Her job keeps her on her feet all day, there is not much rest or variety in it, yet every day bings something new, every day brings a new story.

She doesn’t know the people who come to eat here, doesn’t know them personally, but she soon starts to recognise customers that come more often. That single mother who brings her two girls for ice-cream on Sundays, that serious looking man in a suit who travels everyday to the nearest bigger town for work in an office, the group of teenagers who laugh and gossip over milkshakes, that old couple who may not be able to bake any longer at home but enjoy the apple pie here. With time she gets to know her colleagues, her boss Emmett, and Jason and Karen, Janet and Tracy, and Peet and Sam, Carol and Stanley. A few times she volunteered to drive young Johnny home when his mum couldn’t pick him up, they are six kids at home and his father is bedridden since an accident so his mum has to do everything, hence why he took up working along with school. He is a bit embarrassed when ever she drives him, they are poor at home, but he is a good kid. Lyle is another person she enjoys being around, his music store has a wonderful collection of records and he always the right recommendation at hand. One day she’ll save up money to go on a real concert, maybe visit another beautify corner on this peaceful planet. There is just so much to see on Earth.

Yet, ever so often, when she looks up the starlit endless skies, her mind wanders off, wanders somewhere hidden, somewhere lost. At this moments a scene rewinds in her mind, and then another, and again, and again, and again. Like an endless record in an endless loop it repeats itself. Often she has to shake herself out of it, for it isn’t fair towards him to dwell on things that are not when so many thing is. Yet when she looks at the infinity above her…

She isn’t sure if it’ll work the first time she tries it, she never attempted to enchant herself before, but something tells her there’s a connection between them that might just make it work. She places her hands on her temple as green light flashes in her mind, a far off curtain pulls away and then she is there.

Her heart stops for a moment when she first sees him. He is siting there, unmoving, unresponding, surrounded by branches, thousands and thousands of branches pulsing with green energy like an endless beating heart, and he the centre of it. There is a heavy silence, yet something like a distant echo comes from all sides and from nowhere at all. His eyes move and finally focus on her and the weight she sees in them makes her unable to speak.

“Well, hi! So… just wanted to say we are all doing fine. Yeah, thats it…” blurs out of her mouth and she quickly cuts the connection before there is time to make it worse. She is panting and she is shaking as she lies back down on her couch in her cabin.

Yet, she finds herself visiting him again, and again, and again. She could have used her TemPad to go physically there to the End of Time, but courage fails her yet of doing so. What she ends up doing is sending her mind there, over and over again. She makes herself stay there for more than a minute, makes herself speak more, about nothing peculiar or important, yet with the same vigour like if the worlds depended on it, like life depended on it. It is hard to say if he can hear what she says, if he realises that she is in part really there, although his eyes tell her that he might.

On Midgard time passes in its regular manner, her days and weeks, months and years. When she is with him it doesn’t exist, time doesn’t exist. She isn’t human after all so being present in eternity feels more right than wrong. It is hard to tell why she continues and continues to visit when she should live the life he granted her, enjoy the opportunities he gave her, gave them all. She thinks about that moment again, that moment when he stepped outside and she wanted to follow but the doors wouldn’t let her.

“I was scared” she repeats as it echoes throughout eternity. He is still sitting there, unchanging, unmoving, held entrapped by infinity, but his eyes are clear, his eyes are deep. Never judging. She finds herself moving up the stairs to his lonely seat, moving closer until they are only inches apart, their eyes reflecting the other, pulsing green light drawing shadows over their faces, illuminating their souls. There is no need for words as their gaze locks, as their lips touch, her fingers gently cupping his face. It feels like eternity and infinity coming together, like ultimate chaos that brings worlds to life. She lets herself dissolve with a promise to return. She cannot lift or ease his burden, but it will be part of her story to try.

She is siting on her truck, like so many nights, looking at the skies, looking at the stars. Her mind wanders off, because her mind is bound to eternity.

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samsayswhatever · 5 months

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I just got stuck in an elevator and now I need to reiterate a lokius fanfic where they get stuck in an elevator. And until then I will be taking the stairs

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daydreamingmia · 1 month

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Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 14

Dream

A/n: This is y/n's dream while sleeping. None of this is actually gonna take place in the story.

You were at some sort of party at your house. You looked down at your dress and saw you were wearing a beautiful ballgown.

You look up and see Walker in a tuxedo pushing his way throught the crowd.

"Hey! I've been looking for you" He says

"Well you found me! What's up?" You smile

He holds your hand and leads you to the corner of the room. The two of you sit in this little nook and talk.

"You look so gorgeous tonight" He looks up at you with his beautiful blue eyes

"Are you saying I don't look beautiful every night?!" You act like you're offended

He just rolls his eyes and grabs a book off of the shelf next to him. It was Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Theif

He starts to read it to you as you lay your head on his lap.

"Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.

If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is:

close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you

about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you

killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you’re a normal kid, reading this because you think it’s fiction, great.

Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something

stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once

you know that, it’s only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they’ll

come for you.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you."

"Wow" you thought

"Percy Jackson is reading Percy Jackson to me" You giggle to yourself

"What?" Walker smiles because you giggled

"Nothing...I just thought how crazy it is that Percy Jackson is reading Percy Jackson to me" You smile up at him

"Percy Jackson is reading Percy Jackson to Annabeth" He corrects you

"Oh yeah!! Sometimes I forget that I'm Annabeth" You giggle

Walker continued reading while was playing with your hair

"Y/N!" You hear your dad scream

You and Walker bolt upright. Walker drops the book.

Your dad turns the corner and grabs Walker

"What are you doing?!" You scream

He says nothing to you but he turns around to Walker and screams at him

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER!!" Your father screams.

"Don't you scream at him! He did nothing wrong!" You scream and pull Walker from him

"I'm your father I know best!!" The two of you were screaming at eachother while everyone else just stared shocked

"Oh do you? Where was the guy who knew best my whole life?! You don't know me at all!! And the second I'm happy and in love you come back just to destroy it?!" You yell

"Walker get out of my house!!"

"IT'S NOT YOUR HOUSE!! IT'S MOM'S!!"

"YOU'RE ARE BANNED FROM DATING HIM!"

"You have no say in my life or my decisions!! NOW GET OUT!!" You open the front door and motion from him to leave

He just looks at you

Just then Taylor steps in between you two

"I think it's time for you to leave" She says sternly

He stomps out the door and you slam it shut

Walker walks up behind you and just hugs you while a tear rolls down your face. You turn around and buried your face in his chest as he rubs your bag soothingly.

"Are you okay?" Taylor asks you

"He's trying to ruin my life again" You sob

"I won't let him" Walker reassures you

You go sit on the stairs and just cry. Not from sadness but from anger and freight that Walker would leave you.

"Please don't leave me because he says to" you sob

"I would never leave you!" He comforts you

Suddenly you were at a restaurant and your father was there. It must've been your birthday because there was a cake with your name on it. Taylor taps you on the shoulder And points ti the window where Walker waved at you

"I'll be right back" You say

You run outside and jump into his arms

"I've missed you so much!" Walker kisses you

"Me too" You smile

"So how have you been?" He asks

"Shhh! Be quiet!" You whisper

You close your eyes and kiss him again

"GET AWAY FROM HER!!" Your father screamed

"Noooo! Don't goooo!!!" You cry

You were out to dinner wondering why Walker hasn't texted you yet today. You knew you were being childish but he usually talked to you 400 times by this time in the day. You were so weirded out by it...you accidentally said it at dinner

"I wonder why Walker hasn't talked to me today" You say while moving the food around on your plate

"He hasn't texted you?" Your sister asks

"No texts, no calls, no nothing" you shrug

"That's weird" your sister mumbled

"I hope he's okay" You say worried

"I told you never to talk to him again" you father says

Your roll your eyes

You flash over to your room and were on your bed thinking. You were feeling so lonely without him. You hear a text come in. IT WAS WALKER!

You drop your phone on your bed and tiptoe out the front door.

Walker runs up to you and kisses you while picking you up a little bit.

"I've missed you so much! I've been feeling so alone and he was telling me how to feel and-" You started getting emotional but Walker kissed you to calm you down

"Don't worry! Everything will be okay" He smiles

He pulls away from the hug and pulls something from his pocket. He gets down on one knee and looks up at you. You almost screamed but you covered your mouth so you wouldn't wake everyone up.

"Y/n if you accept this ring...you'll never have to be alone. Without you I feel lost. But all I really know is that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Y/n will you marry me?" He asked with so much love in his eyes

"Of course I'll marry you!! You idiot!!" You say crying (happy tears)

He puts the ring on your finger and kisses you

It was your wedding. Walker was slipping the ring on your finger.

"Y/n I'm far from perfect but you put up with me. And I still don't know why. You are way too good for me but for some reason you still love me. I want to be there for you for the rest of my life. With this ring I promise to be there for you when you are sad or happy, scared or confident, sick or healthy. I love you with all my heart my Annabeth"

You blush and slip the ring on his finger

"Walker I-"

--Dream Ends--

"Oh come on!! I had to live with the whole terrible part of that dream and I didn't even get to marry Walker?!" You mumble to yourself

"You married me?" You hear Walker say happily

You open your eyes and see Walker looking smiling down at you. You fell asleep on his lap.

Which one has been your has been your favortite chapter so far?

A/n: This is my interpretation of Love Story (Taylor's Version)!! I hope you liked it!! Thank you soooooooooo much for reading!! Please like comment and follow if you liked it! I love you guys so so so so so so so soooooo much!!

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I Promise

Loki x gn!reader

I've had this idea sitting in my docs forever istg and now it's finally finished

Warnings: like the lightest hint of an idea of angst, sort of hurt, comfort, suuuuuuper fluffy

Word Count: 865

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In a large bed in a large room in the golden palace of Asgard laid two figures. One studied the ceiling, thoughts racing into countless dead-ends. The second studied the first, blue eyes tracing over the curve of cheekbones and the angle of a nose.

Loki relished moments like this. After so long in the shadows, trapped in a darkness he could not escape from, you entered his life like a Valkyrie, ready to carry him into the light. Even now, the sun’s rays cast an orange glow into the room that settled over you like a blanket of warmth.

He rolled over, propping himself on his elbow as he leaned over you. His blue eyes never settled.

“What’s on your mind, dove?”

His voice was always a little raspy in the mornings. It was a treat to hear this rough, coarse tone; a juxtaposition of his usual voice that dripped with honey and pleasantries.

Your chest rose and fell with a deep breath. You avoided his eyes, turning your gaze toward the window and the sunlight streaming in.

“I… want you to promise me something.” Your voice was soft, uncertain. You didn’t catch the concern that flickered across his features.

A hand rose, fingers gently resting on your chin to turn your attention to him. He hid his worry with a mask of curiosity.

“Anything.”

You searched his eyes. He knew it wasn’t a search for trust - you trusted him as unconditionally as you loved him. No, you were looking for something else. He wished he knew precisely what, so he could wear it out on his sleeve.

Another deep breath. Your eyes faltered from his, tracing his cheek to avoid eye contact. “I want you to promise that…” You paused. He leaned forward ever so slightly, eager to hear what came next. You swallowed the embarrassment that settled in your chest and warmed your cheeks. “That you’ll hold my hand whenever I’m scared.”

A huffed laugh - not from humor, but relief. He wrapped his supporting arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him as his other hand rested on your lower back, pulling you in even further. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. His nose pressed against your hairline. “My love, I will gladly hold your hand any time. Whether you are scared, or happy, or simply need a weight to ground you back to reality. I promise, until the end of my days, to hold your hand whenever you need me to.”

Your body relaxed in his arms. You curled into his hold, pressing your nose against the skin of his neck. His chest rose and fell with your own. Your breathing mixed with the chirping birds outside, creating an atmosphere of perfect calm.

It lasted for only a few minutes. The world did not come crashing down on you. A marching parade of loud music did not suddenly disturb the early morning air. Nothing happened to tear you from your peace.

No. All that did happen was simple, and yet it held as much weight as a natural disaster destroying his home.

You held his hand.

In between the warm embrace of your bodies, your hand had managed to snake its way toward your shoulder, where Loki’s hand rested, cradling you toward him. Your fingers slipped in between his, knuckles roughly bumping into one another as you held on firmly.

His eyes glanced around the room, first. There was nobody here. It was not dark. There were no spiders hiding on the walls or ceilings. None of your fears were around to get you.

Now more confused than before, he turned his attention to you. You were not tense. Your face (as much as he could see in his position) was neutral and unmarred by fear. You were afraid, but you did not seem scared.

He pressed another kiss to your forehead before pulling away to rest his head against yours. Your faces were quite close, the air between you thick with each warm breath. He tried to meet your eyes. They remained closed.

“What are you scared of, dear heart?”

He frowned at the way your breath shuttered. He realized now that your eyes were closed to hide your fear, not because of fear. When they opened, finally gracing him with their beauty, they were glossy and wet, prepared to shed tears at any moment.

“Darling?”

“I’m scared that if I let you go, you’ll disappear.”

His heart stuttered in his chest. Air was suddenly hard to come by. He squeezed your hand like a life line, reassuring you both that he was there. He tucked your head back under his chin and pulled you as close as possible until your body was flush with his. Oh, Gods above, how he wished to steal that fear from your heart.

“I’m here, dove,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

The sun continued to rise. The distant bustle of servants and handmaidens beginning the day floated through the air. The birds whistled and chirped familiar melodies. And he held you for as long as you needed him to. For as long as your hand tangled with his.

“I promise.”

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