#loki's a goddamn mess

[veliseraptor]

The first steps stumbling forward (mcu) sound intriguing. I'm apologising for the blast from the past!

hey I put stuff on there as an invitation for a blast from the past, so!!! this one is the post-ragnarok steve/loki fic, or at least that's ostensibly the premise of it but i'm five chapters and a hundred pages in and the steve/loki is but a glimmer in the eye. but i guess that's pretty par for the course.

the premise here was basically "thor and loki and company end up on earth as refugees, loki's presence a carefully kept secret, fugitive steve ends up hanging out with them also, developments occur" and i'd gotten as far as "developments occurring" before i got distracted and then fell off the mcu train near entirely. but I still like what I have here! it's 100 pages of pretty good writing, if I do say so myself! but I also (again) don't have an outline and only the vaguest impression of where it was going after the point I reached, so that's probably part of my issue. technically a lot of it is also just about loki figuring his shit out post-ragnarok, as he should've had the chance to do and I'm never not going to be bitter about that particular missed opportunity.

you might be noting a pattern here with my unfinished works and it is me going 'what's an outline, I don't know her' and then running into trouble with that.

“There’s a spy in the camp,” Loki informed Thor when he came back from yet another meeting. He was in a toweringly bad mood, and Loki’d considered waiting to tell him anything, but it seemed like the kind of thing that shouldn’t be deferred.  “A spy,” Thor said, eye narrowing. “Whose spy?”  “I don’t know,” Loki said. “We only spoke briefly.”  Thor stiffened. “You spoke to him? Loki-” “Not as myself, Thor, don’t panic,” he said. “And it’s her, actually. She’s posing as one of the relief workers. I pretended to be a mother who had lost her husband looking for extra blankets for a newborn. We struck up a conversation. I did not ascertain her employer. Admittedly, I am a bit behind the times on the various spy organizations of Midgard.”  Thor stared at him. “When weren’t you?” He asked. Loki raised his eyebrows.  “I asked Clint Barton a lot of questions,” he said neutrally. “He was a veritable fount of information. SHIELD likes - liked? - to keep track of their competitors.” Thor did not look pleased. Whether at the reminder of what Loki had done, the fact that he had done it, the fact that Thor was clearly tempted to ask for more information and thus profit from Loki’s misdeeds, or all of the above, was unclear. Loki waited.  “So,” Thor said. “We have a spy.”  “Probably more than one.”  “What do you suggest we do with her?”  “Public hanging,” Loki said. “Or there’s always something more dramatic. Give me a bit and I’ll come up with a few ideas.”  “Loki,” Thor said.

#conversating #cailjei #fic excerpt #loki's a goddamn mess #confessions of a frustrated writer #lise memes

[naur-shaddaa]

hm

#Loki spoilers #Loki having to clean up Sylvie's mess while she lives her life without any consequences is horseshit tbh #i liked her in s1 but goddamn did she get on my last nerve this season #also RAVONNA DESERVED BETTER

[sosaysdean]

How was the episode?

#I’m going to lose my fucking mind #okay so the monster of the week was loki #Richard speight Jr loki #the ep itself was pretty calm Carlos centric #they defeated him with the power of friendship or whatever and trapped his ass in a mirror #but then the final minutes of the ep hit and Carlos is singing with a band. and fucking chuck is playing the piano #then John and Mary are looking at pics Samuel took which all came out blurry except one #and there’s a dude in the pic that John recognizes cause he gave him Henry’s letter but Mary doesn’t know who it is #and it’s Dean #dean in the goddamn 70s messing with the goddamn timeline #anyway other than that things were pretty chill samuel doesn’t like the men of letters or John but he warmed up to him #three spn cameos is crazy tho like what lol #thee prequel #ask #anon

[trashywormeateroffics]

hits different (natasha romanoff x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: in all the time you'd known natasha romanoff, there is one thing you knew for sure. there was no one like her. and if she were to leave, you'd never move on. a song fic. hits different by taylor swift. (angst and then fluff!!!)

a/n: send me asks if you so wish to. im accepting taylor swift songs paired with natasha, bucky or loki. <3

masterlist

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in all the time you had known natasha romanoff, the one and only thing you were sure of was that there was no one like her. and it wasn’t because of how beautiful she was, and she was goddamn breathtaking, it wasn’t because she was skilled in a way no person was, or because she seemed to always know everyone’s secrets; no, that wasn’t it, the public natasha, the one everyone knew, respected and feared. it could’ve been that version of her, because that natasha was amazing, but private nat, as you called her, was, simply, out of this world. 

it all started as every problem does, with someone’s devilish smile. and lord, does she have the most tempting smile ever. it was simple after that, you became close, best friends, until the friendly hugs became more… intimate. until the friendly cheek kisses became full on make out sessions. it was easy with natasha, everything flowed perfectly. she knew you, and despite the last thing she said to you, you knew her. 

i washed my hands of us at the club

you made a mess of me

i pictured you with other girls in love

then threw up on the street 

it was a monday when natasha romanoff decided that she no longer wanted you. she had been acting strange and distant and it all seemed to click for her when that morning you decided to bake her some cupcakes. it might have seem silly to someone else, but that was your way of telling her that you loved her, given that your first kiss had been while baking some cupcakes for steve’s birthday last year. this time though, it was her birthday. 

she had been training with bucky in the compound's gym and she entered the kitchen sweaty with a reddened face. 

“nat!” you called her as you pulled the sweet goods out of the oven and glanced at her over your shoulder. 

“hey…” she looked around, almost as if looking for an escape. but you were too naive, too stupid to realize it, so you kept going. 

“happy birthday!” you turned around with the tray in your hands. her eyes fell on the cupcakes and for the first time since you knew her, you wished she wouldn't even direct her gaze at you. the look on her face made your stomach twist. the realization that crossed her features at your gesture, the furrow of her brows as she took it in, and, finally, the disgust at the thought of loving you too. in the two seconds all of this passed, you kept smiling like an idiot, hoping, hoping, hoping. 

“y/n,” she simply said and your smile fell immediately. 

“yeah…?” 

“what is this?” 

“cupcakes?” you said, more a question than a statement. almost as if you weren't sure. she took in a sharp breath through her nose, still looking at you. “i wanted to do something nice for you, and i know you don't particularly care about birthdays but i thought-” 

“no.” she cut your rambling off, shaking her head. “this is- this is not just cupcakes. and you know that.” you frowned. 

“then what is it?” 

“its-” 

“what?” you asked again, defensively. she was hurting you. she ignored you and distanced herself from you, and then she ruined your nice gesture with more distance. “what is it natasha?” 

she looked taken aback by your use of her full name, being used to you calling her a soft nickname. then she composed herself, looking at you coldly. 

“you can't do this.” she told you. 

“do what?” 

“don't play dumb.” she clenched her jaw. “you can't pretend that everything is fine. you know how i've been acting, you know i've been trying-”

 “you wanna break up with me?” you asked her, unwavering, putting up a strong front. she swallowed. 

“yes.” she admitted. 

“why?” natasha sighed, frustration lacing her sigh, almost as if she couldn't tell she was breaking your heart in a million pieces right then and there. 

“i can't- i never meant for it to get this far.” 

“you didn't mean to what? to lead me on?” you asked her but her gaze was on the ground. “look at me and answer the question!” you raised your voice. 

“yes!” she widened her eyes at her admission, surprised by her tone. natasha ran her hand over her reddened face. “yes.” she said softly. “yes… i didnt mean for it to get this far. i didn't mean for you to…” 

you nodded rapidly, repeatedly, almost mockingly. then you let out an incredulous laugh. 

“you didn't mean for me…?” you trailed off, waiting for her to finish her statement. 

“for you to make me cupcakes! for you to… to…” she didn't finish her sentence. for you to fall in love with me. 

“you didn't mean for that to happen? then why did you let it?” she didn't answer. “why?!” 

“you are hard to push away.” she might as well have grabbed a knife and stabbed you with it, to proceed then to twist it, repeatedly. the air was knocked out of you. what could you say to that? all those months you thought you were living a real life love story, a story worth telling the world, she was trying to get out of it but couldn't find a way to do so. that broke your heart. and it made you feel so stupid, it was blinding how embarrassing it was. defeated, you frowned and took a good, long look at her, pretending that was the last time you were going to see her. and truthfully, it was. that was the last time you were going to see nat, your love. so that's why you did the next thing. 

they say that if it's right, you know

“fine.” you dropped the tray and walked away quickly as the sound of the metal hitting the marbled floor resounded all the way to the end of the hallway. 

each bar plays our song

nothing has ever felt so wrong

she's everywhere. she haunts your dreams, and when you're awake, she haunts every place in the compound. she's not there physically– she has been avoiding you ever since she broke your heart– but her perfume, her laugh, her presence, they're all there. you're sick of it, sick of her memory, sick of your shattered heart. which is why you call her. 

oh my, love is a lie

shit my friends say to get me by

it hits different

it hits different this time

“i can't believe it, i'm gonna kill her.” wanda tells you when you finish your story. she is sitting next to you on a booth in a beautiful bar, far away from the compound. if only you would be able to appreciate the beauty. 

“you don't have to, wands. it's fine.” 

“oh yeah, it's so fine that you asked me to go to a bar! miss introvert!” she scoffs. “what an asshole. i'm going to knock some sense into her.” you fidget with the straw of your drink. 

“there is no sense to be knocked into her. it's simple. she doesn't love me back.” even though you say it nonchalantly, it suddenly feels like someone very heavy is sitting on your chest. your eyes begin to gather some tears, but you blink them away. wanda notices. of course she does. 

“hey. lets go dance. fuck her.” you nod and she grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor. before you leave the table, you grab your drink, feeling like you're gonna need it. 

...

“wanda! look!” you do a weird dance move and the redhead laughs, doing one herself. it's been a while since she dragged you to the dance floor, and you've had more than a couple of drinks, so you're, to put it elegantly, hammered. 

“i'm going to get another beer!” she yells over the music, and you nod, not paying much attention. you're having too much fun, dancing weirdly and forgetting your pain. 

not a lot of time passes when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn around, expecting to find wanda, but instead, there is a woman. a beautiful woman. 

“hey there.” she's looking at you amused, and for a second you think she's going to laugh at your dancing. “i've been watching you and your friend for a while. you seem to be having a lot of fun. mind if i join you?” 

oh. oh. well, hell yeah. 

she laughs and you realize you just said the last part out loud. you scrunch up your nose. 

“sorry, had too much to drink. i'm not going to have a filter now.” she tilts her head back as she laughs, and you notice she has dimples. “pretty smile.” you tell her as you point at her. “sorry.” 

“don't worry.” she puts her hand on your arm. “thank you. so, are we going to dance?” 

“yeah!” you nod enthusiastically and begin moving again, swaying your body from one side to the other. 

you're taken aback when she puts her hands on your hips and draws herself closer. maybe this is exactly what you need. so you hook your arms around her neck and begin dancing more suggestively. she smirks and pulls you even closer, your breaths mingling. she smells like vanilla and you close your eyes, preparing yourself. then, she kisses you. 

her mouth is on yours, and she smells like vanilla and tastes like cherries and she's beautiful and seems kind… 

but she's not nat.

you stop moving your mouth and she pulls away frowning. god, you miss her. 

you don't realize until a few moments later that she's saying something. 

“are you okay?” 

“what?” and that's when you feel them. hot tears are streaming down your face. she looks worried, but also uncomfortable. poor woman, she wasn't expecting to be a therapist today. “sorry. i'm so so sorry.” 

“hey, its okay. what happened?” 

“i broke up with my girlfriend last week.” you chuckle bitterly through your tears. “she broke up with me.” understanding crosses her features. “i'm sorry.” you repeat again, sniffling.

“i'm going to go get your friend, okay?” 

you nod and suddenly, the world is spinning. you didn't realize how drunk you were. she puts her hands on your waist to stabilize you and you let out a sob. this is such a mess. you're so embarrassed. and you miss nat. you just want to go home and crawl into her bed and let her kiss away all your tears and hug away your pain. but you can't. because she doesn't love you.

“i'll be right back.” and then she's gone. you look at her as she walks away, still crying. 

it isn't long before wanda is by your side, with the woman still there. you're surprised she hasn't run away yet. 

“babe! are you okay?” you shake your head, and she wipes your tears with her thumbs. “thank you, i'll take it from here.” she tells the woman, whose name you don't know. 

“what's your name?” you ask her, sniffling. 

“violet.” she smiles, pity dripping from her expression. 

“thank you, violet. and i'm sorry. you're so beautiful, i'm just-” 

“i know. it's alright.” she tells you. “and for the record, she's an idiot. you're the most breathtaking woman i've ever seen.” you purse your lips and look down, embarrassed. 

“thank you,” you mumble. 

“see you around.” and then, she's gone. 

“let's go get a cab.” wanda tells you, putting her arm around your waist so you don't fall. she doesn't seem drunk, unlike you. but, to be fair, you didn't really pay a lot of attention to how much she drank.

“yeah.” you nod. 

and i never don't cry (no, i never don't cry) at the bar

yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious)

i slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car

i stopped receiving invitations

you walk out of the bar and get into a cab. you're still crying, silently. and you're tired. and you're starting to get angry. so you grab your phone. the line stops ringing, and you know she can hear you breathe. 

“idiot.” you tell her. she doesn't answer. she doesn't hang up either. 

“y/n, put down the phone.” wanda tells you once she realizes what you're doing. but you get away from her. 

“you're an idiot, you know that natasha? that's what violet thinks. i'm breathtaking apparently.” you sniffle. “but you couldn't see that. i deserve more than that, more than you.” 

“y/n,” she says sternly. “where are you?”

“what do you care?” 

“i'll come pick you up, just give me the address-”

“i'm in a cab with wanda. and no, you can't pick me up.” you hiccup. your friend looks at you. “god, natasha. youre so… so…” wanda shakes her head. you look down at your hands.

“so what?” she asks you in a low voice, almost as if expecting the worst thing to come out of your mouth. 

“i'm sorry.” you blurt out. “i'm sorry i'm so hard to push away.” 

“y/n-”

“and im sorry i fell in love with you.” she falls silent. you sob silently. “goodbye.” and you hang up. 

“i don't know what im gonna do without her.” you tell wanda. 

“you'll be okay, y/n. you'll find someone wonderful who can give you what you deserve.” 

“yeah…” you wipe your tears with your hand and look out the window. you don't tell wanda that you don't want to find anyone else, that if it's not natasha, then it's you, alone. 

movin' on was always easy for me to do

it hits different

it hits different 'cause it's you

the next morning, you wake up with a splitting headache and you moan and grunt and thrash around your bed. after complaining for a bit, your mind is filled with images of last night. wanda and you talking, dancing. violet. violet dancing with you, then… kissing you. crying. calling natasha. wait. calling natasha? oh no. 

“fuck. me.” 

slowly, painstakingly slowly, you get out of bed, put on your socks, and head to the compound's kitchen. 

when you reach it, you don't expect to find wanda and natasha sitting there, but you do. 

as soon as you enter, wanda looks at natasha pointedly, then at you, and then leaves without a word. 

you nod at natasha as a greeting and go to open the fridge, but she's quick and blocks the door. you blink at her. you weren't expecting to find her there, and you were not, in a million years, expecting her to give you the time of day. 

“we need to talk.” you sigh. there's a few inches between you two but you can still smell her perfume. and it's killing you.

“if it's about the call, i'm sorry, okay? forget about it. just- pretend it didn't happen.” she looks at you. 

“i can't.” you take a deep breath. 

“i don't know what else to say. i'm sorry.” 

“could you stop saying sorry for a second?” she snaps. you frown. “i'm sorry, y/n. i am.” 

“for what, nat?” you sigh. “it's not your fault you don't love me.” 

“that's the thing.” she runs her hands over her face.

“what is?” 

“i do love you, y/n.” the world stops for a few seconds, but then you clench your jaw and shake your head. 

“is this because of violet?” she looks away. “you're jealous i'm trying to move on and so you manipulate me?”

“no, it's not like that.” you scoff. 

“please.”

“okay.” she nods. “i'm not going to pretend i care for you kissing another woman. i dont. i wanted to go over there and punch her.” against your will, butterflies swarm your stomach at her admission. “but- but that's not it.” 

“then what is it?”

“i realized- i've known i love you for a long time, y/n. but i'm- i'm no good for you.” you frown. 

“what?”

“you deserve more than someone who freaks out because you told them you love them. you deserve-”

“let me stop you right there.” you cut her off. she blinks, looking at you scared. but you give her a soft, small smile. “you love me?” 

“yes. so much.” 

“but you freaked out because you think you don't deserve me.”

“yes.” 

“and you lied to me. you told me you didn't feel the same.” she looks guilty. 

“yes, but-”

“no, no. let me finish.” you take a deep breath. “violet was right.” she clenches her jaw at the mention of her name. “you are an idiot.” she frowns. 

“um-”

“you're an idiot, natasha romanoff. but i can't live without you. and i don't ever want to.” her eyes soften, and fill with hope. 

“you're saying that you- that you forgive me?” 

“you really hurt me nat. but i should've known you'd do something like that. you're not the best at this feelings stuff.” she smiles sheepishly. 

“i'm not. but i want to be, for you.” 

“i know. and i trust you'll be. after all, you did just admit that you love me.” 

“yeah,” she chuckles, “it just took me breaking your heart.” you tilt your head. even though she's joking, you know there's guilt there. 

“hey,” you caress her cheek. “its okay.” she's looking at the floor now. “baby. it's okay, i promise.” 

“i'm really sorry. i promise you, i'll never do something like that ever again.” 

“i know,” you whisper, “now, are you going to kiss me or what?” she laughs and it twists your stomach into knots. god, you missed her. 

she grabs your face between her hands and puts her mouth on yours. the kiss begins soft, but after a bit it becomes desperate. 

“i missed you so much.” she says when she pulls away for air. then, she's back attacking your mouth.

“i love you.” you tell her, and you kiss her again, and again. 

“i love you too.” 

yeah, there was no one like her. 

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #mcu natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfiction #mcu x reader #wlw

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hellouuu, I saw you Wirte for hobie brown (and I’m literally in love with him) and I wanted to request something. Like one day he stays over and says something like”I just wish there was more action in town” bc there wasn’t much going on that week and soon after that r gets into danger and it’s kinda hurt/comfort? PLEASE

Jinxed

Had to do a fic w my boy kendrick 🙏🏽🙏🏽

You listened as he talked, he was on his floor and you sat behind him and oiled his hair.

“Y’Know, sometimes I wish there was just more action. It’s gettin’ boring with missions and all that.” He said.

“So you don’t wanna spend more time with me?” You teased.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He sighed. “Jus’ saying it’s borin’ is all.”

“I’m just messing with you. No, that makes sense.” You said, he talked some more and when you finished he got up.

“Thank you. I’ll be out for a few hours, but I’ll be back soon.” He said, putting on his jacket. “Don’t forget to-“

“Yeah, yeah, keep the door locked.” You rolled your eyes and waved him off.

“Yeah. I love you.” He kissed you.

“Love you too.” You said, he opened the door and left. You locked the door, and you sat down on the couch.

You hung out for about an hour, when you heard a loud crash in the room. You jumped up, and slowly went to the kitchen. You grabbed a knife when something- or someone- kicked you in the back. You yelped and fell over, dropping the knife.

You fell, and groaned in pain. Then some other people came in.

“What the fuck.. you all look like the goddamn swat team!” You shouted as they grabbed you, one of them grabbing their guns and hitting it on your head, and knocking you out.

They went downstairs, and quickly into their van, to which they put you in the back.

When you got to the warehouse, and you woke up, you immediately looked at the watch you always had.

It was there.

Your hands were tied, but you moved them, your fingers pushing random buttons, until it started to beep. Everyone looked at you, in confusion of what the noise was.

“Sorry. It’s my alarm on my watch, y’know…”

They couldn’t get the watch off so they waited until it shut up.

They waited until some huge guy walked in, and he was menacing for sure.

“Y/n L/n. We know about you and the spider.”

“Ohhh, you mean my boyfriend? Or soon to be husband. He doesn’t like labels.”

“Yes. Hobie Brown. We are trying to reach him, but can’t seem to do so on our own. So, lovely, here’s what we’re gonna do.”

“I think you just ruined the word lovely for me.”

“First, you’re going to shut up unless I ask you a question.”

All of his men decided to point their guns at you, so you did shut up.

“Next, you are going to tell me where he is, or every time you don’t , I will make sure that you suffer for it.”

“So where is he?”

“I would tell you but-“

A loud slap, right across your face. You just looked at him and smiled.

(Like the Loki scene LMFAOO)

“I’ll ask again, where is he?”

“What if I said I don’t know?”

He punched you this time, you groaned and looked down in your lap.

“Bullshit. Tell me now.” He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Nah, kiss my ass.”

He started to get angry, and put his large hands around your neck. You struggled to breathe, and then someone came kicking down the door. Hobie.

The men’s henchmen started to run towards him, Hobie webbed them to wall with no problem.

“Hands off, man.” He said, the man took his hands off your neck. You looked at him.

“So, you came?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here now would you shut up?” He said, looking at you a bit panicked but tried to remain calm.

The man ran towards him, and the rest was a blur as you caught your breath. Hobie came up to you when it was over, untying you.

“I’m sorry. Oh god I fucking jinxed it-“

“It’s not your fault-“

“You got into this because of me-“

“Hobie. Listen, I love you.” That made him stop untying you for a moment.

“I love you, and if I got into trouble it dwouldnt matter you know why? Because I know you’ll come for me.”

He took off his mask, and kissed you.

“I love you.”

You smiled. “Alright, but can you please untie me already?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

After you were untied, you both walked for a while before you got tired.

“C’mon.” He said, and grabbed you. (Kinda like mj and Peter in no way home)

He started to swing as you hid your face in his chest, laughing.

Once he landed, he made sure no one was following him this time and took you upstairs. And led you to the bathroom.

“Alright, sit down.” He said, you sat down on the closed toilet seat.

He checked out your face, and then your neck. Hand shaped red marks on your neck, and you cheek where he punched you.

He furrowed his brows as he focused and lifted up your face, examining your neck and face.

“I’m sorry.” He said again, genuine. He grabbed some ice from the fridge, putting it in a towel and putting it on your face.

You held his hand that was currently on your face as you looked at him.

“It’s not your fault. Okay? It’s nobodies fault.”

He nodded, and looked at your hands.

“We’re gonna be alright.” You said.

He smiled “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

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(Can you tell I’ve never really written a villain?)

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#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spider man across the spider verse x reader #spider man across the spider verse #spider punk x reader #spider punk

[11queensupreme11]

Damn I really want a reading the books fanfic of this ( the only fic I saw of it only has 3 chapters ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ), anyway imagine someone idk a god or goddess curse percy and Percy turn into a five years old for a week, how would they react. Would daddyseion like it being able to take care of a cute little Percy for a week. And she'd be so cute, but imagine a five years old going around sassing gods lol

THERE IS A GOOD ONE THAT I FOUND! its inspired by my fic and it got up to the minotaur fight

IT'S THIS ONE: https://www.wattpad.com/story/359513670-young-gods-pjo-ror

(or click here if it doesn't work)

i wanna make a reading the books/watching the movies too.... but maybe ill try it out after act 2 (cuz i wanna try and include the humans too, but i haven't written out any interactions between them and percy just yet)

but anyway! if percy got de-aged into a wittle five year old THERE WILL BE A MASSIVE CUSTODY BATTLE. poseidon's gonna have to fight everyone off 24/7 because THEY WANT TO ADOPT THAT BABY. hades wants to raise her, adamas wants to raise her, hell probably hera too, RHEA WANTS TO RAISE HER, SHIVA WANTS TO RAISE HER CUZ HE'S GETTING THAT GODDAMN PLAYDATE FOR GANESHA, LOKI WANTS TO RAISE HER

ITS GONNA BE ONE BIG MESS. they don't even care if she tries to sass them 😭😭 they'll just coo and pinch her cheeks. poor kid's gonna have sore and red cheeks by the end of the day 😭

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

“Blame it on the Rain”- a Loki/F!reader story

Summary: You and Loki Laufeyson can’t stand one another, and after one-too-many pranks goes awry in the midst of your ‘merry war,’ the two of you are punished with menial labor, and the weather reports are predicting a literal storm to supplement the one stirring within you…

After reading @joyful-enchantress lovely story about rain, I wanted to write one of my own.

Word Count: 2.8k Content Warnings: smut-adjacency, light angst, enemies-to-thirsty-af

“This is the last damn time I put up with you two children and your goddamn prank wars,” Nick Fury grumbled under his breath, rubbing the sides of his head with his fingers, as if it would do anything to quell his headache.

You felt like you were standing before the school principal, your face and body covered in glue, paint, and other various renovation supplies. Standing next to you was Loki the Trickster, the loose cannon of the Avengers, equally coated in sawdust and paint. He was more composed in the moment than you were, but that was, perhaps, because he didn’t care about impressing Nick Fury the way you were, having only been on the team for a month, still training to keep your telekinesis in check.

“They were already falling behind on renovating that new security center, and now Stark’s gonna be pissed at all the money you cost him with your little tiff,” Fury continued, groaning and beginning to pace in front of you.

Loki let a smile unwrap on his face. “Perhaps the room needed an extra splash of color.”

“Watch your mouth, Laufeyson,” Fury warned. “You know I place most of the blame on you for this.”

Mockingly, Loki placed a hand on his chest and knitted his eyebrows. “Me? Oh dear, now why would you feel that way?”

You scoffed under your breath, careful to keep your head down. You couldn’t help but feel an inkling of satisfaction that your boss was choosing to target him instead of you.

“You have something to add, Y/N?” asked Fury, raising an eyebrow.

You quickly shook your head submissively. “Only that he started it.”

“A skillful defense…for a little girl,” Loki replied, the snark in his voice thick and rich with pride.

“It’s the truth, you simpleton,” you answered back. “You’ve had it in for me since Day One!”

Loki smirked. “Maybe it’s because I find you entertaining?” he asked tauntingly.

Ignoring the slight shift in his posture, standing taller to assert dominance over you, spreading his legs slightly apart, you gritted your teeth in response. “Maybe I’m not here to entertain you in the first place—”

“—sweet tap-dancing Christ on a cracker, will you both shut up so I can punish you?” Fury raised his voice, silencing both of you. You bit your lip, but Loki only increased the intensity of his eye contact with Fury.

“Look, if you’re gonna mess up the entire compound with your bullshit, you could at least clean up a little. The quinjet needs a washdown, and they’ve been putting it off. So guess who gets to spend the afternoon taking care of it, kids?”

You rolled your eyes despite yourself. The damn thing would likely take upwards of a whole afternoon to wash, especially seeing as the last time it was used, it had nearly been washed away in a mudslide. You just knew the aircraft was crusted in dried dirt, mud, and woodland brush.

Loki looked at you, the wiseass smirk never leaving his face, only irking you further.

“I’d advise you both to get on it,” Fury added. “If I can’t see every wrinkle in my face in that damn jet by sunset, I’m going to use both of you for my office furniture for a month, got it?”

“He threatens us with a good time,” Loki said, winking at you. “I cannot wait to begin!”

Groaning, you shrugged and spun on your heels to leave in a huff before Fury and Loki could see that you were beginning to get flustered in a different way by the latter’s attitude.

You almost refused to admit it to yourself, but you knew you secretly had the hots for your Asgardian co-worker. How could you not? The windswept raven hair that always seemed to have a sheen to it, the tall, regal gait with which he carried himself into every room, the broad shoulders, the strong torso, the intense eyes, the jawline so hard and defined that he could cut a diamond with his chin, the way he seemed to think of leather pants and tunics as ‘casual wear,’ all of it only made you want to scream in his face more, if only to catch a whiff of his breath (you were pretty sure it would smell like wintergreen for some reason)…the list of reasons you wanted to hump him into next week went on and on.

If only he wasn’t such a goddamn babe, it’d be easier to hate him, you thought to yourself as you went back to your room upstairs, deciding that if you were going to spend the afternoon doing menial labor with the god, you may as well shower and make yourself ready for him.

Or, rather, make yourself ready for the psychological task of holding your own against him, for you got the feeling that Loki Laufeyson was already planning to torture you further once you began your sentence…

The skies to the west were darkening, ominous billows threatening to render your task more difficult.

Maybe the rain will take care of it, and we’ll be done by supper?

Alas, Loki wasn’t far behind you, and when he appeared on the roof, he too, noticed the storm clouds, but with another one of his Cheshire Cat grins. Fuck, you thought, stop showing me those perfect teeth so I can focus!  

He carried a bucket of suds in one hand, two sponges and a towel in the other, but it was what he was wearing that you noticed after his luscious smile.

It was as if he’d read your mind, and the ensemble he’d chosen for the task at hand was a loose white cotton tunic on top, cinched at the waist by a wide golden belt at the hip, and his tightest black leggings underneath. He’d smartly chosen to forgo his leather boots, but the fact that he stood before you barefoot somehow only added to the Harlequin Romance Coverguy getup. He’d scooped his hair into a low braid to keep it away from his dreamy face, exposing that he had two tiny golden hoops in his earlobes (you had no idea he had pierced ears…goddamn!).

“Well, well, fancy meeting you here,” he said, his voice low and steady.

You twisted your lip to keep your uninterested façade. “When you step on a shard of glass later, I’m going to laugh so loudly that Thor will hear me all the way in New Asgard,” you said snarkishly, noting the bare feet.

Loki chuckled, shrugging and sauntering up to you, lowering the bucket of soap. He then used his newly-freed hand to reach out for yours, and in spite of yourself, you let him take it, opening it so that your palm faced up. You let Loki place one of the sponges gently in it, his gaze never leaving yours.

“I get the feeling I’m going to be a distraction,” he added. “And with rain approaching…”

You looked over at the looming clouds again, which were only growing in height and hue as they approached. You could feel a cool wind precede the front, and the closer the weather came, the more you could feel your skin tingle.

“I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised that you aren’t fond of rainfall,” you replied. “I hear that your kind melt when hit with water.”

He nodded back. “I suppose you think that’s a ‘touche,’ eh?”

“It’s an invitation to get started before I drown you in the soap bucket, Loki,” you snapped.

Deciding that tempting yourself with glances at Loki as you worked would be a bad idea, you decided to start working on the wheels and undercarriage while Loki climbed onto a wing. This way, catching glances at him would be more difficult, and you could possibly finish before the rolling clouds soaked you.

After thirsty minutes, the storm clouds obscured the sun, darkening the skies dramatically, making you sigh with exasperation. Even though the previous half-hour had been spent in silence, you still had so much further to go on the jet that, at this rate, you would need Noah’s Ark to go back inside.

Yet, the cooling air felt fresher, cleaner, as the weather changed. A pluviophile at heart, rain was always your favorite kind of environment (at least when you didn’t have to perform forced labor underneath it). As a child, it was the sense of chrysalism you got from a summer shower that appealed to you, sitting in your warm room, watching the storm release itself outside of your window. As you grew up, you learned that few things in life gave you more pleasure than to walk through a downpour, or watch one from your open porch, letting the wind caress your face, making you feel replenished by the time it passed. The sound of droplets plopping on the pavement, or tapping on your window, was one of the few things that could put your anxious mind to sleep at night.

The wind picked up as you finally finished the underside of the plane, and moments later, the first droplets landed on the tarmac. It was a warm enough summer’s afternoon, so the moisture was welcome on your face, hopefully soon to wash the sweat from your forehead.

Another few moments went by before the storm properly found you, and the true torrent of the tempest finally arrived, like a showerhead you couldn’t turn off.

“Oh dear,” you could hear Loki chime from the atop wing, the loud roar of the increased wind and falling water drowning out his much of his voice. “I suppose you’ll want to come inside and wait out the weather—”

“—fat chance, Laufeyson. We are finishing this here and now!”

“Then you could meet me up here and give me a hand,” he said sarcastically. “Or are you afraid of your hair being ruined?”

You were already climbing a ladder onto the wing to meet his challenge, and just as the rain began dropping at a more consistent tempo, you clambered on top, your hair just beginning to dampen with the precipitation, your cheap eyeliner blotting and smearing.

Loki took one look at you and let out a hearty laugh. “You look like a wet raccoon! Or a clown that fell into a pond!” he chuckled.

Twisting your lip at the insult, you took a moment to think about how to reply, perhaps to trip him or throw him right off the wing…then you got a solid look at your adversary through the raindrops, which were nearly coming down in sheets already.

The white tunic was plastered to Loki’s chest, his nipples already perking enough underneath the thin fabric that you could see the pinpoints on his torso where they were appearing. His loose braid was nearly undone, the dark tendrils of his hair stuck to his face, framing it with unnatural perfection. Of course, his leggings were already as tight as you could fathom, but even now, they seemed more form-fitting, especially around the groin and ass (of course!, you thought woefully).

Ryan Gosling in The Notebook looked like a soggy sheepdog in comparison. Before you now was chiseled, dampened perfection.

And he knew it.

“Ahh, that feels wonderful doesn’t it?” Loki sighed, bringing his hands up to rake through his hair, unknotting the braid and letting it go loose.

“Are you done with this side yet?” you bit your lip, trying to make your arousal look like annoyance.

Loki shook his head. “I’ll admit, I haven’t been doing much up here for the past hour,” he confessed.

You groaned, taking your sponge and chucking it at him. He surprised you by snatching it out of midair, a cocky grin unfurling across his lip.

“Look, neither of us wants to be out here, and now I’m going to get sick tomorrow, so can we just cut the shit, and do our jobs?” you barked, slowly making your way across the top of the wing. Just as you got within arm’s length, you felt your shoe slip on the wet metal underfoot, and Loki was barely able to catch you as you stumbled forward, directly into his arms.

“I…uh…” you said, quickly attempting to recover and pull away.

He didn’t let go of you.

“What do you think?” he asked, his voice lowering, gaining a seductive quality you had only daydreamed about.

“Of what?” you asked, still irritable.

“Does the ‘wet look’ suit me?” he asked, releasing you so that he could bring his hands up to his collarbone, indicating his wet shirt but gently running his long fingers over his hard nipples and down his abs, indicating what he referred to. “You haven’t taken your eyes off of me.”

You growled, quickly losing track of any sanity or dignity you held on to. The rain, the warm wind, the sopping-wet god who may as well have been—

“—my apologies, but no use in keeping this on now,” he continued, stepping back from you, swiftly bringing his arms over his head and taking off the soaked cloth, tossing it aside with one move, leaving his chest bare and shining.

Jesus fucking tap-dancing Christ on a cracker, you thought.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” you began, before Loki closed the gap between you again, mumbling a surprisingly-gentle ‘ssh,’ and placing a finger over your lip to silence you.

“I’m making your daydreams come true,” Loki answered. “And don’t bother denying it any more, I know how much you want my cock inside you.”

Lips trembling and heart racing, Loki’s sensual suggestion sent your brain buzzing as he teased.

“You know everything about me, do you?” you said softly, Loki’s finger still on your lip, tracing the bottom one lightly as you spoke.

Loki purred. “Oh, how I’ve observed you so closely these past weeks…I know how many hairs you have on your head…”

Well, I bet you won’t expect this…

Before he could react, you parted your lips and took Loki’s finger into your mouth, letting your tongue roll over it, gently sucking, and looking up at him with dramatic bedroom eyes.

Now, it was his turn to go “I…uhh…”

When you finally released his finger, you finally returned his mischievous smile with your own. “The rain gets me hot,” you said quietly. “Don’t think it’s your body that draws me in, Loki.”

“Ah, I see! We’re blaming it on the rain now. That way, after I drag you inside this jet to fuck you senseless, you can still deny any feelings for me later!”

“Why bother dragging me inside? Let’s end this now,” you replied, taking one of Loki’s hands to the collar of your tank top, encouraging him to bring it down, exposing a breast to the rain. The water was warm on your face, but it was somehow chilly against the tender skin of your chest when you exposed it.

“Take me here,” you demanded.

Loki loomed ravenous, ready to take a bite out of you. “With pleasure…”

Shaking your head, the daydream fell apart like a crumbling sandcastle, with nothing but the remains of your fantasy puddling at your feet along with the rain. Still underneath the wing that your co-worker was on top of, you snapped back to reality.

You’d always daydreamed vividly, but this almost seemed too real, and you knew that at least your arousal was real.

“Y/N?” you could hear Loki call from above you. “Do you intend for me to do all the work out in the rain while you stand down there looking off?”

You sighed sadly, wishing everything had been real. As you went to head over to the ladder, you could hear the door to the roof open from behind you.

“Hey, you two need to come inside quickly,” called Natasha. “There’s a situation we need to take a look at.”

“Coming!” you called, satisfying Nat enough that she ducked inside instantly, possibly trying to avoid being splashed by raindrops.

You heard Loki chortle from above you. “Coming? I bet you wish you were at that…”

You rolled your eyes as he laughed, your gaze landing on the ladder. Smirking, you quickly slammed it shut and turned it on it’s side. It was light enough that you were able to sling it over a shoulder, and you were sure to take your time showing it off as you walked towards the door, purposefully swinging your hips.

Loki looked surprised as you looked up at him one more time, sopping wet, trapped on the wing of the quinjet, before you flashed him your middle finger and went inside, shutting the door behind you.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head at the trick. Oh, but I had the last laugh, he thought. She’ll be driven mad with need at the sight of me for weeks after I projected that little rainy day fantasy into her mind!  

Smiling, Loki threw back his head, looking up into the rain with pride, wondering how long it would take for you to realize that your erotic daydreams were always his doing…

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[atlas-the-bastard]

LOKI FINALE SPOILERS!!

I see so many people saying loki should've just killed sylvie and like...fair enough, I mean she did kinda create this whole mess and then just leave everyone else to deal with it like shit move but... I feel like the WHOLE POINT of the finale was that loki was going to do it differently. Like how loki time slipped in the TVA, which was supposedly impossible. Loki doesn't follow the rules. HWR gave him a trolley-problem-esque decision - kill sylvie or let the whole universe be destroyed - and I don't ships sylki or anything but I do believe that sylvie has helped loki (like their bar conversation), so why would he kill her? In fact, why would he comply to any of the options HWR gives him?? Why should loki listen to him, and make the choice HWR wants him to? HWR is kind of a cunt!

I feel like it would've been a disservice to loki, to just have him kill sylvie. It'd be like him just giving in to HWR. No, Loki's whole purpose, going out and destroying the temporal Loom, was to replace it, and HWR, and the whole system, with something better. Which is also why I don't believe that loki will be stuck in that tree forever. It's not much difference if it's just Loki sitting there at the end of time, instead of HWR, with time being a tree rather than a loom, is it? That would defeat the whole purpose.

And sure, maybe that's the idea - maybe it's MEANT to be a tragedy, where the fate loki so desperately avoided is inevitable and inescapable. But i don't think that's the case. Loki's grown so much in this show, especially this season, and I feel like it would be a waste. Teach him to love himself and allow himself to be loved, then go "oops! You didn't say no takebacksies! Have fun being alone forever!"? I don't think so.

Anyway, it's a goddamn tree - like I've seen many other people saying, it's a living thing, not a piece of machinery that needs maintaining, and a hand to hold it the whole way. Loki is the gardener - he's planted the tree, but its just a baby now. He'll water it and feed it and protect it from storms for a bit, but then it will grow to be self-sufficient. You dont see gardeners watering a massive 50 year old tree. Victor said you can't scale for infinite- that's why, without the TVA doing branch pruning, the Loom will always overload, because it's mechanical and mechanical things have limits. But nature, trees, have no scale, no limits. They can keep growing as long as they like, just getting bigger and bigger.

Well that was a long winded way to say I don't think loki will have to stay in that chair. I also completely lost the plot - we were talking about loki killing/not killing sylvie, right? Oh well. You get my point. It's all connected. Or something

#atlas talks #loki #loki series #loki season 2 spoilers #loki spoilers #loki s2 #lokius #mobius #sylvie #marvel #mcu #loki laufeyson

[erenfox]

Y'all.

Episode 4.

It's the best piece of work Marvel has made after they made IW and Endgame.

spoiler alert 🚨

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lemme start off with our favourite Miss Jolly Rancher Unhinged Clock and Victorian-Era HWR Fangirl. I KNEW Ravonna had somehow helped HWR in building the TVA, but him erasing her memories was straight up evil.

Then we come to the absolutely gruesome deaths of Dox and the others. HOLY SHIT MISS JOLLY RANCHER IS AWFUL like she was enjoying every second of Dox and her hunters literally getting crushed to their deaths. B-15 was traumatised, to say the least and you can see on Ravonna and Brad's faces a hint of disgust. But Miss Minutes grinning like that - outright disturbing.

I can't get over OB and Victor fanboying over each other's work - it was so funny yet wholesome.

Now let's talk about Loki and Sylvie. As a diehard Sylki stan you know I am, my fangirling heart was overjoyed seeing these two lovesick ducks working together willingly! I mean, yea, they did have that rather awkward talk in Pie Land (mind you that's it's official name henceforth) but after that they worked together as teammates! Now I must say, I completely agree with Sylvie on snapping on Mobius, because, well, yeah, the multiverse is a bigger priority than pie and I legit don't get why tf antis hate on Sylvie for doing so. Like you hated her for not giving a damn abt the TVA + the multiverse, but now when she stood up to do so y'all are hating on her again?? Like?? Make up ur mind, smh.

Anyways, back to Sylki. Sylvie got stuck in the elevator and the way she and Loki worriedly called out each other's names was so soft! And the "You ok?" trope CAME BACK OMG! THAT PHRASE IS LITERALLY THE BACKBONE OF SYLKI! When I tell you my fangirling heart screamed with joy omg-

The the whole paradox scene which brought Ep 1 back in a circle. I absolutely loved the way our Loki realised what he had to do and went real slow to prune his past self just so that Past Loki could get a glimpse of Sylvie; which would then lead him to be more determined than ever to go look for her. And I quite literally died on Sylvie being confused af as to wtf she just witnessed.

Then there's the telephone scene. OH MY GOD it was literally OB all this time when fans were out here speculating it was Kang or someone lmao. Both Loki and Sylvie yelling simultaneously to turn the security thing off gives out so much Couple Vibes, I absolutely loved it AAHHAHAH-

AND. THE. BRAD. SCENE. OOF.

our friendly neighbourhood lovesick ducks teaming up to enchant Brad was just too good. Loki in his hot, creepy voice luring Brad into a dark area while Sylvie very swiftly just straight up grabbing his face from the back - pure horror. Absolutely loved it, 10/10. Tho I must say, to do execute elaborate scheme, these two must have done some detailed planning (=more Sylki moments we were robbed off).

BUT THAT ENDING DUCKING MURDERED ME BROO OMG

Can we talk abt Victor's redemption? Man had been portrayed as evil since Quantumania, and has been manipulated by both Ravonna and Miss Jolly Rancher, but at the end of the day, he was a sweetheart. Man fanboys OB and basically became besties with him and Casey, worked together to create the solution to a mess he most certainly didn't want to be a part of, and then himself stepped up to fix the Loom once and for all to prove to everyone (and not let Sylvie's choice of sparing him go to waste) that tho he contained HWR's DNA, he wasn't HWR - he was a far better person HWR could have ever been. Seeing him getting spaghettified was tragically heart-wrenching, man deserved so much better :(

BUT HOLY SHIT DID THAT ONE HECK OF A GODDAMN CLIFFHANGER LEFT ME SPEECHLESS LIKE WTF WAS THAT?? U can't just kill off a character who had redeemed himself, and then make our main character and his homies watch literally EVERYTHING THEY WORKED SO HARD FOR GET ANNIHILATED TO THE GROUND-

But we know our God of Mischief isn't dead, and so are his homies eheheh.

However the looks on everyone's face was tragic. Loki knew all was lost and had tears in his eyes. Sylvie looked like she had accepted defeat and her death. Mobius and OB were in denial, refusing to believe that Victor was dead. Casey and B-15 looked horrified, as they realised what was to come now upon them.

Tldr, this episode was an ABSOLUTE BANGER. IM READY TO CLAIM IT SUPERIOR THAN ENDGAME, come and fight me. Its a top cinematic piece, and the suspense to Ep 5 is eating me up.

Ig i should go and study for the 4 tests this week before ep 5 ;-;

#this episode has killed me and now ill go peacefully scream in my pillow ty #im screaming #miss jolly rancher is completely unhinged #loki #loki season two #loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #sylki #sylvie laufeydottir #sylvie #loki series #mobius #victor timely #ravonna renslayer #miss minutes #casey #hunter b 15 #ouroboros #OB #i hate cliffhangers #im so dead

[lokisprettygirl]

The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 21 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 22

Summary : Your first love Peter comes back into your life , with Peter and Steve in the mix where would that leave you with Loki?

Trigger Warning : 18+, Daddy kink, Some smut, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I'm (loki is) developing

You heard a loud banging on the door and you looked at Loki , he was already up,

"Open the damnnn door" you heard Steve's voice and your eyes widened.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" You looked at Loki and he got off the bed quickly.

"Hide quickly" you told him so he hid under the bed, he turned the recorder on just in case. He wasn't supposed to be back so early.

You walked towards the door and opened it, Steve had a smile on his face and he was smirking. 

"What took you so long whore, do you have someone in there?" He walked past you, you winced as his shoulder bumped against yours, 

"What are you doing here" you rolled your eyes and he chuckled

"Awh wifey, that's not the welcome I'd tolerate once you are my wife" 

"Do you even understand the meaning of wife? Marriage? Love?" you crossed your arms and he snickered, he charged towards but you quickly took a step back and grabbed a vase.

"If you hit me today Steve I swear on my dead mother I'll break your head with this" he started laughing as you said that but he stopped midway.

"Suddenly you have courage huh? Let's see how long that will last, where is that bodyguard of yours? He's not in his room" he opened your closet as if to inspect and your heartbeat increased. Loki's phone was still on the bedside drawer. 

"How would I know? And why are you asking? Are you going to pay him to fake care for me too?" You tried to steer the conversation and it worked as he closed the closet door with a loud thud and walked towards you, he grabbed your hair in his fist and you winced. Loki's eyes teared up and his jaw clenched in anger as he felt so helpless. He only wished for Steve to not hurt you more because he didn't think he'd be able to control his anger. 

"It was just a little fun, you're still crying over it hmm? Good that makes me happy" he let go of your hair and chuckled.

"Katlyn is downstairs and she had a friend over too, a friend that you might recognise. We are having a party in the evening, behave and call your bloody useless bodyguard to get his ass back here" as soon as he stepped out you closed the door and stood with your back against it. You took a deep breath and you watched Loki peeking from under the bed, the sight would make you squeal if you weren't losing your shit right now. He walked towards you and took you to the bathroom in case Steve was lurking outside.

"Are you okay baby?" His eyes were teary and his hand wrapped around your head, he scratched your scalp with his fingers to soothe the burn and kissed your forehead

"I'm okay..you should go ..he can't see you here. He can't Loki. He ..I . He will kill you please I can't have him hurt you" he nodded as he could see you starting to freak out.

"I know I know hey, he won't catch me I'll sneak out carefully okay? Take a deep breath for me, yeah?" He mumbled softly so you did what he said. Once he left you showered and changed, another goddamn party and his sister from hell was there. Steve mentioned a friend? What friend? 

As you walked downstairs you felt so sad because you wanted to spend the next few days with Loki and now that plan was ruined. You could see him standing there as Steve talked to him, Bucky glared at you and you rolled your eyes. You could see Katlyn's back of the head and then your eyes fell upon the mess of curls you recognised far too well. As he heard your footsteps he turned around and stood up.

"Y/n" he smiled as he walked towards you and hugged you tightly, you stood there in shock. Steve was smirking, so was Katlyn, Loki's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Peter?" Your eyes teared up as you pulled away. Loki's eyes flickered in recognition, that was Peter, your first boyfriend, the guy you lost your virginity to, the guy Steve's sister stole from you.

"How are you? You have changed so much" Peter smiled and you faked one,

"I'm good ..I ..how are you..last time I checked you were in Haiti feeding poor children " you crossed your arms and he brushed his hair with his hands.

"Yeah I just came back, last week, Kat told me that she was coming here so I thought I'd tag along, good to know you're still keeping tabs on me" he winked at you and you Chuckled in embarrassment. 

You felt so hurt and confused, he had changed too, he grew up, he got more muscular and handsomer but his hair remained the same. Why was he here? Why did she bring him here? 

You looked at Loki for a moment and he seemed sad too, you didn't want anything to come between you and him but you knew Peter being here would cause problems, you had so many repressed unrequited feelings for him. He ditched you and hurt you , then how dare he stood there hugging you and talking to you as if he didn't even remember the time he spent with you. 

"So you're here for a while?" You asked him and he nodded

"Yeah, I read about the wedding, congratulations to you two" he said to you and Steve, his smile didn't reach his eyes though. What the fuck was he doing? He had no right to just turn up and look at you like that. 

"As usual y/n is ignoring me, her sis in law, honestly I'm hurt" Katlyn let out a gasp and you Just wanted to punch her. 

"Hello Katlyn, how are you?" You asked her and she smiled then she went back to looking at her phone.

"I have to be at the office ..I'll see you guys in the evening" he got up from the couch, kissed his sister's cheeks then he walked towards you and kissed you forcefully. You didn't understand who he was putting the show on for?

"Get a decent dress for the evening, a potential client will be there so try to look classy for once, I'll send a stylist" Steve mumbled in your ears and Loki glared at him. 

As Steve left, Katlyn walked over to Peter and hugged him from the side

"You remember the mansion right?" She asked him and he smiled as he looked down.

"How can I forget?" he looked at you and his eyes softened.

"I have to go dress shopping" you turned around but Peter grabbed your arm, you looked at him and then your eyes met with Loki, he also seemed hurt. 

"Sorry, can we talk when you come back?" He asked you and you nodded. You got yourself out of his grip to grab your purse from your room upstairs

"Hey Lokii, how are you, darling?" Katlyn walked towards him and he gave her a small smile.

"I'm fine mam" 

"I'm going to be here for a while " she whispered as she walked closer to him but he didn't say anything. He was too distracted by your ex and the way you were looking at him. Did you still have feelings for him? He had to talk about this with you.

He escorted you out of the mansion and as soon as the car started to move so you turned to him and hugged him, your arms flung around his neck and he sighed 

"So that's Peter, your first love?" You nodded as he asked you that.

"I haven't seen him in years, why did she bring him here?" You sniffled and he caressed your back to comfort you. 

"I wish I knew darling, are you feeling okay?" You pulled away from him as he said that and nodded. 

"I really wanted to spend these three days with you" your eyes teared up so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly. 

"I know baby I know, don't worry okay, we will have plenty of time I promise" he smiled a little and that made you smile. He was worried that your repressed feelings about Peter would resurface and then you won't love him or want him anymore. Peter was the son of Richard Parker, he was one of the board members and they were very wealthy too. 

As you reached the store you picked two dresses, both of them were black, you showed him the first one and he shook his head as he smiled so you showed him another and he shook his head again. You furrowed your brows so he looked around and found another dress, he showed it to you and you smiled. It looked perfect. 

On the way back to the mansion you didn't let go of him, you kept your lips on his and that eased his nerves a bit. Just a little bit.

"Baby?" He mumbled between the kiss so you hummed

"Whatever happens, just talk to me okay? I will understand" your eyes teared up as he said that 

"Lo.."

"I'm just saying, just communicate with me, I'm here for you to listen, as a friend if nothing else" 

"Don't say that lo baby please " you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. You didn't want to lose him at all, you were in love with him and nothing would change that. Maybe you should have told him that right then.

You wiped your tears as you both arrived at the mansion. You went straight for your room as you didn't want to see Katlyn or Peter for that matter. Why was he looking at you like that? You didn't understand, he cut you off so easily and the truth was you never really got over him abandoning you like that, he knew how your father treated you and your mother, he was your best friend and you shared everything with him, but he just believed whatever Katlyn told him, didn't even give you a chance to explain. 

In evening the makeup artist and hairdresser arrived, Steve like he said, sent a stylist too who accessorized you. 

Once you got ready you stepped downstairs and you saw Peter. He had a black suit on with a white shirt underneath. Your eyes teared up as you looked at him, that's how he looked at prom too, the prom he took Katlyn to when you both promised to go with each other. 

 You looked at Loki and he looked away to not raise any suspicions. 

"You look beautiful" he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, his eyes glanced at the ring you had on your ring finger 

"Well I'm skinny now" you chuckled and he smiled

"You know that never really mattered" you nodded as he said that. He wasn't lying, he never really cared for the extra weight you had on you.

Steve came soon after and he took you with him and Bucky while Peter, Katlyn and Loki took another car. You had clicked a few pictures in your room so you sent it to loki

The party was as usual full of rich assholes, if you didn't have loki you'd probably look for a man to pass your time with but now you didn't have to, all you wanted was to sleep with him again. Peter walked towards you and he whispered in your ear that he wanted to talk to you, so he grabbed your arm and took you to the balcony. Loki's eyes teared up as he saw that, he didn't know why he felt as if he'd lose you to Peter. 

What Peter should have told you all those years ago was finally revealed to you and you felt so angry, so hurt, so confused with the revelation. But the one thing was very clear to you.

Peter didn't want to hurt you but he thought you had hurt him, all because of Katlyn. You both were just kids afterall.

When Loki found you kissing him, he didn't think it'd hurt as bad as it did. 

🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🖤💚🖤💚🖤

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader angst #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x you #loki au #loki alternate universe #loki fics

[snowflakesnsundry]

Okay listen up nerds

i am so fuckin sorry ive been gone so goddamn long I've been a bit of a mess. I ended up losing my job but weirdly it's kinda been the best thing to happen to me in a while. It had gotten really unhealthy for me-which isnt the point of this post but...

I have just finished Loki seaon 2 and I gotta talk about it right now and in unreasonable depth

STARTING with the end.

Firstly, for any of you who have not read Jason Aaron's "King Thor" series. I reccommend you do right now.

When i started my fic I read every single Thor/ Loki comic i could get my grubby little hands on- and out of all of them, there was just one that tore my fucking heart in half- Aaron's King Thor run.

And I am not kidding when I say it's beautifully written- but I am also not kidding when I say this is exactly where our season 2 ending came from- just.... well.... look-

In the story, the God Butcher has swallowed the universe until only one singular star remains; dying and soon to flicker out. It can survive if there is something to re-start it. Something, or someone to provide it with power

FUCKING LOOK AT THE VISUAL PARALELLS IN THAT LAST PANNEL EVEN???

Honestly when the God Butcher showed up in Thor: Love and Thunder it made me nervous because of this ending, because it is heartbreaking and beautiful particularly within the context of the story-

-begin brief tangent-

-because heres the thing.

The Loki in the comics is not as kind and fuzzy as the one in the TV show and movies- the newer comic loki has taken a lot of ques from Hiddleston's Loki, but thats sort of the exception to the rule. In the comics he is constantly lashing out at thor with hate and anger and rage- its an inescapable centuries long cycle for them.

But even as Loki has betrayed Thor to the God Butcher, even as the universe is breathing its last breaths and fading into darkness... we get this:

These two brothers, enemies for countless lifetimes... in their last moments, they reach for one another until there is nothing left and i was INCONSOLABLE.

If you haven't read the Thor or the Loki comics, you dont have to read them all- but I do encourage you to at least read this one run. It's 4 "books" (and contains a lot from Aaron's run as a writer for Thor as this was his last series before moving on) but its worth it for this moment- particularly as it relates to the TV series

-end brief tangent-

Regardless, I think we have all heard about Hiddleston chasing Owen Wilson down to tell him every last thing about the Loki lore so I swear to god he knows about this and the fucking writers did this on purpose stg.

Anyway- the use of this particular plot was beautifully exicuted and we love the comics being blended into the MCU in such a lovely way.

I have more thoughts overall but this has been clawing at me all goddamn night and I had to share it with you all.

Watching has gotten me back to writing, and I hope to be back fully very soon.

<3

#loki (marvel) #loki marvel #loki season 2 #loki season two #loki season 2 spoilers #loki season two spoilers #loki comics #on a personal note what the fuck was that crown

[veliseraptor]

for the wip meme, I’ll pull the devil down with me, one way or another, please! I've been obsessed with it since I first saw it on your wip list.

the premise for this one is basically "loki makes the decision to betray asgard and sell out to thanos for the sake of a long game ending in thanos's defeat, and this involves a lot of atrocities that are ultimately undone but 100% still happened as far as loki is concerned, up to and including thor's murder." honestly it's drawing thematically on the fear itself arc of journey into mystery but nastier.

I think my trouble with this one is that I've been lingering too long on the aftermath and it's drawing it out unnecessarily, but I'm having a hard time figuring out how to end it otherwise. and, I mean, there's a whole bunch of stuff that needs to get filled in in the middle, but I feel like the stalling point might be figuring out how to end the damn thing (as is often the case, for me).

excerpt!!!

“My lord,” he said, not bothering to mask the tremor in his voice. Thanos would expect fear. “I return.”  “So you do,” Thanos said after a long silence. Loki kept his eyes down, not daring to look up. “You return, Loki of Asgard, a failure. You failed to overcome one puny planet. You failed to bring me the Tesseract, as was promised. In all that I sent you to do, you failed.”  Loki swallowed hard. There was no need to feign his terror; Thanos’s voice alone sent it vibrating deep into his bones. “I know,” he said. “And I am - I am sorry.” “I do not want your apologies, whelp,” Thanos said. “Take him. Do what you like with him. But do not kill him. I would not offer Death such a pathetic gift.”  “Please,” Loki said quickly. “All is - all is not lost, my lord. It is true that - Midgard still stands. But I do not come before you empty handed, and I have not been idle.”  Lie. Lie as well as you have ever lied, Loki Silvertongue, for the fate of the Nine and beyond rests on your ability to trick a mad god.  “I was captured, true, but I gained the trust of the Odinson when the Aether was found again.” Silence, but the emissary did not seize him yet. “I feigned my death-” Choking on blood, jerking back to life in spasms of agony - “and gained the throne of Asgard. And now I come to you bearing not only the price agreed-” He laid the Tesseract down, “-but another artifact of great power, that I will either give to you or use in your service. I know, too, the location of the Aether. It is with the Collector on Knowhere. If you wish, I would fetch it for you-” “I am sure that you would,” Thanos interrupted. Loki fell silent. He could hear his own breathing, loud and strained; at least that would not play against him.

#conversating #anonymous #fic excerpt #lise memes #confessions of a frustrated writer #loki's a goddamn mess #another fic i have like 30 pages of #that i actually like #and yet sits unfinished #someday!!!

[ivybird]

It's always the quiet ones - Part One -Her.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

Summary: You don't mess with the Queen.

Word Count: 1671

Warnings: Swearing, angst, crying, a hint at physical abuse, toxic relationship, blood, smoking, alcohol consumption, shouting.

A/N: Hiii! Okay, so...PART ONE. MINORS DNI. Proofread so all mistakes my own! GIF isn't mine!

Series Masterlist.

James Buchanan Barnes. The most feared man in New York. No one dared to upset him, or they’d be met with the barrel of his gun, and yet, here he was sat pouting in the back of an SUV because Bucky was somehow convinced to do business with Walker. He shuddered at the thought. John fucking Walker, the man who thought he was above everybody, thought he was above the Princes of New York…thought he was above Bucky. Walker wanted to offer him a deal, something to do with guns and grenades, but Bucky wasn’t listening when Steve filled him in, he was focusing on not losing his shit and smacking Steve upside the head with the butt of his gun. The car behind them contained the other three princes. Loki, Sam, and Thor. They insisted on coming along for “protection”, but Bucky knew they were being nosey bastards. He clambered out the car and picked a cigarette out of his holder, brought it to his lips and lit it, and Bucky couldn’t help but think the flame from the lighter resembled the fire bubbling up inside him.

“C’mon man, don’t wanna go in there stinkin’ of smoke”. Steve appeared beside him, wafting his hand to get the smoke away. They both leant against the side of the car waiting to be beckoned to Walker’s door. “Why’d you bring me here Steve? I told you, no business with Walker, Pierce, Rumlow and Stark. They’re off limits, and look at me, waiting to be called in like a dog whose been let out for a shit”. Steve chuckled and placed his hand on his friends shoulder. “This could be good for you, stop acting like a goddamn baby”. As Bucky flicked his cigarette away and turned to give Steve a snarky remark, they were beckoned forward by a man in a tux. “Mr Walker is ready for you”. Bucky gave the man a curt nod and walked past him through the threshold, leaving Steve to apologise and thank the poor guy. The foyer to Walker’s mansion was grand, if it wasn’t his, it would’ve took Bucky’s breath away. The accents of gold against white marble was far too pure for a man like Walker. Bucky’s eyes landed at the bottom of the staircase and there he stood, in all his so-called glory. A white button down, black slacks, and a tumbler of whisky sitting in his hand. Bucky managed a small nod in Walker’s direction. “Walker”. A smirk flicked at the corner of John’s lips. “Barnes. Rogers. Surprised you agreed to meet me”. Bucky scoffed and turned his head to Steve with his jaw clenched. “Not like I had a choice”.

“Buck”. Few could get away with talking to Bucky like he was a petulant child, but Steve was different. “Let’s get started, gentleman. Office is this way”. The pair were lead through a series of corridors and some stairs before they reached the office. John sat in a large leather chair and beckoned the men to sit across from him. “Please, sit”. Bucky and Steve made themselves somewhat comfortable, the air was thick with tension, and nothing could seem to ease it. “Before we get started, there’s someone I’d like you both to meet”. Steve and Bucky locked eyes before returning them to the man in front of them. “Who’ve you got locked away? No one I know would willingly wanna spend time with you, Walker”. A dry chuckle escaped Steve’s throat at Bucky’s remark but quickly covered it with a cough.

“Lucky you don’t know her then, Barnes”. Bucky rolled his eyes and scratched at his beard, his patience was wearing thin, and Steve knew if they didn’t get to business soon the office was going to turn into a blood bath. Without taking his eyes off Bucky, John raised a hand towards the door and beckoned with two fingers. “Y/N, darling? Come here. Some friends of mine like I’d like you to meet”. Steve furrowed his brows and glanced towards the door as Bucky leant forward. “We’re not friends”. Walker laughed at him. Bucky didn’t have time to respond. There she was, hovering in the doorway. Her hair flowed around her waist in soft waves, her figure was wrapped in a light blue sundress and her feet were clad in white ballet slippers. She was magnificent. Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as Walker grasped her hand and pulled her into his lap. The girl shrieked at the sudden movement and looked uncomfortable, but quickly fixed her expression when she saw Bucky staring at her. “Gentlemen, this is my fiancé. Y/N”. Bucky was snapped out of his trance by Steve clearing his throat. “Fiancé?”. Walker’s arm was wrapped around her waist so tight Bucky was sure she’d burst. “What? Didn’t think I’d have it in me? Pretty little thing isn’t she?”. Bucky didn’t say a word, he refused to feed into the man’s ego. Of course, he found her beautiful, he felt a pull to her he couldn’t quite explain, but he wasn’t going to tell Walker that. “Go on, don’t be rude, say hello”. She stood from his lap and cautiously reached forward offering the men her hand. “Hello”. Steve offered her a smile, whereas Bucky’s dumbass stood up and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “Miss…”.

A blush crept up her cheeks as she retracted her hand, feeling her fiancé’s eyes burn holes in her head, so she offered him a polite smile. “Y/L/N”. Bucky returned to his seat, his eyes still on her, a smile tugging at his lips. “Y/L/N”. He repeated it slowly, the taste of the name on his tongue like honey. Walker hummed in what sounded like disapproval behind her before yanking her down onto his lap once more. “John, I shouldn’t be here. You’re talking business”. Walker placed a sloppy kiss against her cheek, Bucky could see her visibly cringe but plaster a sweet smile onto her face when he looked at her. “Nonsense pretty one. You’re gonna be my wife, you need to know everything”. She nodded at him and readjusted herself so she was comfortable – if you could call it that – in his lap.

The men talked…and talked….and talked. She zoned out, her only focus was Bucky. His arms bulging against his jacket, a hint of an accent she couldn’t make out, his fluffy hair, his beard, his ocean eyes…his plush lips. She felt herself squirming every time his tongue darted out to wet them. Bucky’s eyes flickered to her every minute or so, getting lost in her Y/C/E before tearing himself away. “Come back to us, Y/N”. John’s now slurred voice pulled her out of her revere as his fingers clicked in front of her face. “Sorry, got lost in thought”. He patted her back and pushed her off his lap handing her his half full tumbler. “Be a darling and take this to the kitchen while I see our guests out”. She nodded at him frantically before attempting to scurry away. Her foot caught on the leg of the desk, sending her flying. Steve and Bucky were quick to react, standing to catch her. Steve’s large hands caught her before she hit the ground, but the whiskey flew and landed all over Bucky’s crisp white shirt. “Oh my god! Mr Barnes I’m so, so sorry!”. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. Bucky chuckled as Steve guided her to stand straight. “Hey it’s okay! Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?”.

She rushed to the table to pull some tissues and began blotting his shirt. “No, I’m alright, thank you. I’m so clumsy!”. Bucky pulled her hands away from him and he swore he felt sparks in the tips of his fingers. “It’s alright”. Walker cleared his throat and the two whipped their heads towards him. “Are you kidding? I invite my friends over for a business meeting and you embarrass me by throwing my whiskey all over him?”. “John, I’m sorry. It was an accident. I tripped; I-I-I’d never embarrass you on purpose”. Bucky stood in front of her. “Walker, it was an accident. Leave it, man”. John walked around his desk and pushed himself in between Bucky and Y/N. “I think you better leave, Barnes. I need to have a chat with my fiancé. You”, he turned to face her. She recoiled, the rage in his eyes only meant one thing. “Upstairs. Now”. She nodded and ran.

“C’mon, Buck. Let’s go”. Steve pulled him out. Once they reached the car, Bucky pulled out a smoke, his hands shook as he lit it. “What the hell was that?”. Bucky looked at his friend, anger spread across his features. “What?”. Steve paced back and forth, his arms flying everywhere. “That! I saw the way you were lookin’ at her, man. Those puppy eyes, the smile, kissing her fucking hand. Are you insane? Do you want a war? Because Walker’ll start one”. “Yeah and did you see the way she fucking flinched every time his hands were on her? She looked like she wanted to hurl. I’m telling you Steve, there’s something not right here”. Steve stopped in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s none of our business, man”. Bucky wrenched the car door open and slipped inside. “Somethin’ isn’t right, Steve. I’m gonna find out what it is. That girl’s in trouble”.

Steve huffed and made his way around to the other side. Once settled he ran his hands over his face. “What’dya wanna do?”. Bucky turned to his friend, his mind going a million miles an hour. “I don’t know yet, but I need to find out what’s goin’ on. She looked so scared, man”. Steve just nodded, he wasn’t going to be able to stop Bucky and he wasn’t going to try. The way he looked at her…Steve knew he was going to fall in love with her…and he was playing a dangerous game.

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes au #bucky imagine #sebastian stan characters #sebastain stan #mob steve rogers #mob bucky barnes #mob au #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel

[criminallyvenomous]

Fighting Leads To Fxxking

Masterlist

Chapter Eight - Only Good For a Fxxk

Ship - Loki x Stark! Reader

Word Count - 796 (but its a lot to process)

Tw - Everything. Alcoholism, Drug Addiction and Use, Abuse, Anger

Plot - Stark! Reader get stuck watching Loki after the events of 2012. Moments of weakness and bad decisions involving the world's most hated man lead to the worst possible outcome, pregnancy.

"Just tell me, I won't be upset." Tony had been begging your for the identity of the father all day.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Tony." Pepper warned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked and you followed his retort with a long sigh.

"It doesn't mean anything- look, it's up to her to tell us when she's ready." Pepper tried to ease his rising anger with rationale.

"Then why does it seem like you already know who he is?"

"I don't! I just understand the importance of privacy in situations like this."

"My barely grown daughter is pregnant and you think she deserves privacy right now?" He made a sound of disgust and walked to his bar.

"Tony, think about how hard this is for her."

It was like you weren't even in the room anymore. Maybe that was for the best, you tended to have a similar anger management style as your father. Pepper was like the water that put out your fires.

"How hard it is for her? I just fought a fucking war, rebuilt our home, and oh, yeah I saved the whole goddamn world! She doesn't know what hard is." He poured himself a glass, before just taking the bottle of scotch instead.

"Do you think drinking is really going to help?" She asked and he slammed his hand down onto the bar's countertop.

"What the hell am I supposed to do instead?" He drank.

Memories of his alcoholism flooded your brain as you watched him drink. You started to feel yourself getting hot again as tears dared to stream down your face. Pepper tried to cool him down, but she couldn't. No one could.

Little did you know, Pepper was reminded of when he found out about you. She had flashbacks of his negative behavior whenever things got rough. Sometimes she would stay up crying, scared to sleep next to him because of all he's done to her.

"I have a daughter and you didn't think to tell me? Are you really just another dumb blonde who's good for a fuck and nothing else?"

"Tony, stop. You don't mean that. Just put down the bottle."

"How long have you known?" He asked as he downed the vodka in his hand, barely making a face at it's sting. It was becoming water to him every time he drank. He couldn't even have tequila or gin anymore because he didn't feel anything from it. All he wanted was to feel something. He had tried everything but getting help.

"The hospital called me last week to inform me her mother had died. You were passed out in a bed of drunken models kissing your chest. What was I supposed to do? Did you want me to be your perfect girlfriend and wake you up with a glass of water and an aspirin and just forget about everything you'd done that night? I wanted you to be in the right state of mind."

"You were supposed to fucking tell me." He threw the bottle against the wall. The glass ricocheting into different directions. Pepper got used to cleaning up his messes. But not this time.

"I didn't know how you were going to take it. I was right in not telling you then. Maybe I shouldn't have told you at all." Pepper started to walk towards the elevator with tears swelling in her eyes.

"You fucking bitch."

"I'm going to find her somewhere to sleep that isn't covered in coke and the smell of weed."

She left and all of the positive feelings he had ingrained into his brain as a way to remedy his addiction left with her. He walked his way back to his bathroom. He splashed water onto his face and tried to regain his composure.

When that didn't work, he resorted to his old friend.

He pulled out the last of his stash and poured it onto the counter, he lined the powder up with the edge of his flip phone and closed a nostril. As he snorted the cocaine, he felt the orgasmic feeling he had been searching for.

He felt nothing.

He desperately wanted to feel nothing right now, because all of his thoughts were anger towards you for keeping such a large thing from him, and anger towards Pepper for enabling it. No one seemed to bother to include him into their lives. At moments like this he wished he never promised to stop using.

As much as it killed you, you couldn't tell him now, in this state. You just went to your room and began to pack. You didn't have a clue where you were going to go. You just knew you couldn't be here. It wasn't safe. For you or the baby.

thank u guys so much for all the love! i gained fifty followers this week and i decided to post this early as my thanks (seriously thank u wow). comment if i should do a taglist??? don't choke my little guttersluts - kat.

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#marvel #tony stark #iron man #loki #loki x stark! reader #stark! reader #loki x reader #loki imagine #mcu loki #loki fanfic #loki smut #loki odinson #thor #thor odinson #pepper potts #inbox is always open

[southsidestory]

👀👀 what's ur beef w/ ragnarok?

SO MUCH lmao

Okay, but seriously, the answer is long and complicated, so strap in for this salty ride.

My #1 issue with Ragnarok isn't that it's a horrible movie, but rather that it's a horrible movie within the framework of the MCU. There are many casual Marvel viewers who don't care about the continuity or tone of the larger series, and that's perfectly okay! Ragnarok is probably a very entertaining film for many of those folks.

However, I am not one of those people. I do care (or, rather I did lol) about the hot mess that is the MCU. And Ragnarok just fucked all the characters from the Thor series sideways, along with Bruce. Nobody seemed to notice because it was flashy and fun and lighthearted! The perfect cure to the first two Thor movies, which were dull as dirt except for Loki, if we're gonna be totally honest.

Taika Waititi has been extremely open about the fact that he did not give a flying fuck about the existing canon and that he hates Loki. He was there to make his movie with no regard to the fact that it's within a goddamn series, and it has to make sense beyond its own 2 hours. He's also ableist and sexist af, arguably anti-Black wrt Tessa Thompson, violates his actors' boundaries on set, and generally has an ego the size of Jupiter. But nobody wants to talk about that :))))

Ragnarok is a tonal mess. Serious moments are given no room to breathe, and the humor kneecaps itself because it's overdone. I mean, when Asgard is destroyed--we're talking about the total annihilation of Thor's home planet--we get about 5 seconds to absorb that before somebody cracks a joke. I felt more about the destruction of Asgard while watching Loki learn of it (in the Loki show) from reading a file than I did while watching it actually happen on screen in Ragnarok.

Love and Thunder is currently getting panned for overused humor that undercuts the stakes of the movie, a predictable but poorly executed plot, empty character arcs, and failure to deliver the significant queer rep we were promised. Which totals up to a completely skippable chapter of the MCU.

All of that applies to my feelings about Ragnarok! So, that's my beef a;sdkfjiertj;aslkdfj

#anti thor ragnarok #thor love and thunder spoilers #thor lat spoilers #thor #ragnarok #taika waititi #mcu #loki

[textsfromthetva]

I don't think I've ever seen you post about any of the other projects Loki's been in. How do you feel about his movies? Which one(s) are your favorite?

First off, I'm sorry for letting this sit in my inbox collecting dust for three weeks, considering the fact that it's actually a great question and it caused me to really reflect on my thoughts about Loki in the MCU. Unfortunately, none of those thoughts got to a point where they were worthy of publication on the esteemed tumblr dot com, as I doubted they would pass the savage peer review of much more dedicated fans. They still won't.

Honestly, I'm scared, anon. People probably won't agree. But since you asked so nicely:

Thor - solid tragic backstory established with a certain flair. Loki is by far the most interesting thing about the whole movie. Not that I actually dislike it as a whole, I just don't think it's anything special in the context of the MCU. It's a fish out of water comedy interrupted regularly by a heartbreaking tale of loss of identity, self-hatred, and daddy issues. Which is a... choice? I guess? Kenneth Branagh's love of Shakespearean tragedy really shines through, is all I'm saying. Tom really established his brilliance right out of the gate, so that brings it to a solid 8/10 on my Loki-scale.

The Avengers - now... look. This movie has a lot of flaws. But I love it. I was in my mid-20s okay, I was exposed to it at a weird time in my life and I was obsessed. I watched it three times in cinemas, including once in New York City, while I was there on a study trip with uni. I probably watched it half a dozen times after that. And Loki was so much fun in this! Just the perfect villain for that movie. He was the Moment. I'm not even gonna get into the tragedy of the mind stone's influence fucking with him, Thor not realizing, lack of acknowledgement of the fact that he literally tried to commit suicide two movies ago, or the many implications of past torture by Thanos, I just like watching him be flamboyantly evil and smack people with his cane. The other stuff gives the story depth that I'm not actually sure it actually deserves. Still, 10/10

Thor: The Dark World - we can all agree that this movie is, uh, kinda meh. At least in my opinion. However, I think it's very important in terms of Loki's character development and the development of his relationship with Thor. For that reason alone, I admit to having watched it more than once. Also, he's such a little dramatic bitch in this, it's what we all deserve. 7/10.

Thor: Ragnarok - this is where some people will start throwing rocks at me. I really, really like this movie. I love Taika Waititi, I love his whimsical humour, I love how goddamn silly and lighthearted this thing is compared to The Dark World (and Avengers: Age of Ultron). Fuck grimdark angst, we have bright colours and fun. It just means the few emotional whammies hit all the harder too. I've heard people confidently call this movie a character assassination, in regards to Loki, and I really can't express in words how little I care. He is now Jeff Goldblum's trophy twink. No explanation needed. Let the guy be chaotic for once, he's earned it! 100/10.

Avengers: Infinity War - nope. Dont' wanna talk about it. -10000/10

Loki - well. I'll refer you to this edit of mine:

This show is a general mess on so many fronts, but I still feel such fondness for it. And judging from the number of viewers it got, the world will watch just about anything if it has Loki in it, which, you know, valid. And would I be running a whole damn blog about it if I actively disliked it? No, I would not. 9/10.

There we go. Based on my personal rating, Thor: Ragnarok wins. The trophy twink can't lose.

#asks