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#main time line loki died
gyarucoded Β· 6 months
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i rewatched thor: love and thunder for research purposes
and i'm prolly the only one being so late to noticing this but wdym there are "Team Thor" & "Team Loki" flag-kinda-stuff for the tourists in new asgard ?? 😭
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#main time line loki died#n he's STILL being compared to and pitied against thor like omg i'd be so mad#also this movie could have been beautiful if taika took this one more seriously#thor love and thunder#thor odinson#sacred timeline#loki#mcu#new asgard
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bones4thecats Β· 2 months
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This is just another request but can I please ask for Loki Thor and Poseidon with kianna komori
But in this scenario she ends up dying but ends up being resurrected as an angel but she still remembers them
Kianna: what made you think I would forget you?
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Fun fact in an alternate scenario she ends up dying but father Demaryius( my other OC)
Ends up bringing her back to life as an angel
Their S/O Gets Reincarnated As An Angel
Type of Writing: Request Characters: Loki, Thor, and Poseidon Name: Their S/O Gets Reincarnated As An Angel Requester: @nunezs-stuff
A/N: I read about an angel’s wing color, so to sum up the Reader’s different ones; Pink - Chamuel (Angel of peaceful relationships), Purple - Zadkiel (Angel of mercy), and Green - Raphael (Angel of healing)
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🐍 Loki hailed himself as a God who did not enjoy humans being around at all. Whether it be male, female, even a child, if they were human, Loki did not like being around them, for what reason? I have no clue
🐍 Probably just Odin rubbing off on him
🐍 But, when Thor came home one day with a duo of supposed humans, Loki gained interest in the shorter one, that shorter one being you!
🐍 He had begun to hang around you all of the time. From annoying you as you worked on stuff to just laying out small pranks on you whenever he wanted. He basically was hanging off of you like you were the bamboo to his koala
🐍 Once you both started your relationship, Loki had gained quite a bit more of an interest in you. So like, what your hobbies were, what your previous life on Earth was, etc.
🐍 Because of how much time the God of Mischief began to spend with you, he started to become very clingy and attached to you
🐍 So, it broke his heart into smithereens when it was announced that the traitor of the Greek Pantheon and the third-born of the four Olympian Brothers, Adamas, had attempted to ally the Goddess you were visiting; Aphrodite, in his endeavor
🐍 And, due to her attempting to pry more information of his reasoning for this battle out of him, he had thrown a spear in a random direction, and unfortunately, you were in that direction. Once the blade had pierced through your body, you had died, causing Aphrodite to attack Adamas herself in a fit of rage
🐍 Loki had an old scarf that you gave him on your first date in the winter, and he never let go of the long fabric ever since that fateful day
🐍 As he walked around the old garden that the Norse Pantheon had in their domain, he had gotten the message from Huginn and Mininn that there was an angel coming in for a meeting with Odin and the main Gods of the Pantheon, meaning Loki had to be there
🐍 Despite his sour mood, Loki gripped the green and purple fabric closely as he bee-lined for his uncle’s estate. And, once he met the room and walked inside, he had seen his cousin, Thor, patting the head of the supposed angel as Odin smiled, he was genuinely smiling!
🐍 Loki stood there as the angel turned around, their large pink wings flowing behind them as their tiny white halo glowed in the sunlight, and once their eyes met his, Loki dropped the scarf and ran towards them, wrapping his arms around their form, encasing them in a tear-jerking hug
" Holy shit… " " Hello Loki. "
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🌩️ Thor was beyond depressed, he didn’t even train for weeks after hearing the news of your passing
🌩️ You and him were very close. He had met you as he took a small stroll around the human realm, since he just needed some space from his cousin, Loki’s, antics
🌩️ He had been sitting beside a small pond in the middle of the woods as he heard a voice ask him if he was alright, making him turn around and nearly pull out his hammer to attack
🌩️ Once his eyes met yours, his heart skipped a beat; you had the most beautiful eyes, eyes that could, in his perspective, compare to those of the Deities of Beauty or Purity
🌩️ Thor began to travel down to the same pond to meet you, and eventually during your second month of knowing one another, he asked if he could court you, which led to dating, then marriage, and then you and him starting your real lives together
🌩️ Nothing was going to stop him from having a happy life with you, but, unfortunately, life had another idea for him
🌩️ The God of Thunder had heard the news from a distraught Loki, who had been a witness to your demise. He claimed that a minor God from the Pantheon had gotten angry with the fact that you, a human, was married to Thor, so, in the fit of rage, they had wrapped you in vines and squashed you to death as their poison flowed through your system, much to Loki’s horror who found your body just minutes later
🌩️ Thor had ordered for the guilty to be brought before him, and once they were, he hadn’t given them a fast death, he let them suffer at the hands of multiple Gods, Odin, Loki, Poseidon, Hades (whom the previous two you had grown close to), and him of course
🌩️ While many tried to woo him in the same way that you had, nobody had come close in his eyes at your place. You were his one and only spouse, nobody could ever come close to you
🌩️ Now, it was the marking of the day of your anniversary of your first meeting, and every year, Thor would go down to the forest to the pond that he had his fellow Deities keep in tip-top shape, and this year was pretty much the same
🌩️ But, seeing someone sit there, nonetheless an angel sitting there with their purple wings holding out and their bright halo holding above their head, its glow getting brighter as the God of Thunder neared you
🌩️ And, despite the stoicness staying strong on his face, his eyes lit up in joy
" It is lovely seeing you here again, Y/N. " " You as well, my dearest. "
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πŸ”± Much like Loki, Poseidon prided himself on his superiority against both humans and Deities alike
πŸ”± Poseidon loved to watch others tremble in fear at his mere presence, it showed how perfect he was compared to those β€˜disfigured’ beings that laid underneath his feet dipped in scum
πŸ”± But, when his oldest brother Hades had brought a human soul to a meeting with the claim that they had a soul purpose of helping them out with their duties, he gained interest in you, that poor soul
πŸ”± Unlike Adamas and Zeus, he did not attempt to either seduce you to do things with him against marriage or threaten you into doing things for you, Poseidon just asked you and you did it. Due to these actions, you gained a mutual β€˜respect’ for one another
πŸ”± This fake respect eventually developed into true respect, then a shared romantic interest before becoming a real connection of two souls wrapping around one another
πŸ”± Once he asked you to become his for the rest of your shared lives, he began to really show himself to you, no strings attached. Well, he did make sure you didn’t tell anyone how soft he was with you, but you get the point
πŸ”± Poseidon was shocked to watch Proteus run inside, slamming the doors open of his office where he and Hades sat down discussing matters. The first thing the two brothers noticed was the major amount of bloods on his hands, causing his heart to stop momentarily
πŸ”± Hades looked at his brother and nodded, which sent the God of the Seas running after the God of Rivers who was leading the way towards the edge of the sea’s boundary, at the land where the Greek’s led their lands to another Pantheon
πŸ”± The two brothers stopped once the bloody sight of one of your oldest friends, Apollo, holding you as blood covered his hands, sending waves of thoughts through your lover’s mind, the main one being; what in the name of Valhalla happened to you?
πŸ”± That sight was one that Poseidon never forgot, every time he saw blood, he would think of your form in Apollo’s arms on the ground
πŸ”± Ever since that day, Poseidon never left his castle unless it was necessary, preferring to spend his time looking at papers he needed done or look at old photographs you had wrapped up in a book. These photos had you, him, friends, family members, and allies during meetings and whatnot
πŸ”± A few years later, Zeus had requested Poseidon to attend a meeting with him and some of the other Gods, and, due to it being mandatory in Hades’ words, he had headed towards his younger brother’s home
πŸ”± Gripping his trident, Poseidon opened the doors and looked inside to find an angel sitting on his seat’s arm, much to his annoyance, since angels were ranked below the Gods
" Holy being, step aside. " " I’m surprised you're being so cold to someone you once cared for, Poseidon. "
πŸ”± His ocean-colored eyes widened once he saw the angel unwrap their green wings from their body, allowing their water-looking halo to drip down into small droplets of rain as Poseidon lightly sank
" Y/N? " " Hello, my love. "
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bean-bean2000 Β· 2 months
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The Maid - Part 1
Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)
Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing.
Please read at your own risk. Your own media consumption is not my responsibility. Please read and review the warnings before proceeding.
Thank you and enjoy!
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You stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed next to the man who calls himself 'your saviour'. Every time he stirs in his sleep, you gasp and wince in fear of waking him. He is far better asleep than he will ever be awake.
Three years ago, you fell into the arms of a man you thought would help you. You were alone, homeless and desperate. Your parents had died in a house fire, which left you with nothing and no one. Naive, you trusted the first person that showed you an ounce of kindness. You had fallen intro a trap, one you thought was love, but was in fact a cage. Your parents had left you with a significant debt to repay to the crown. He forced you to work for him, do whatever he wants, in exchange for money to help pay off the debt. You have been stuck in this horrific home since, unable to do anything without consequence.
You haven't had a proper night's sleep in years. Your eyes are sunken with deep dark circles beneath. You hardly eat anymore.
You stopped feeling anything at all, years ago. All you feel is numb, like a zombie, a shell of your former self. A life that is so far away, the memories have long faded.
You're so lost in thought, gazing into nothingness when you're suddenly yanked out of the bed.
"Get up. You're leaving. I finally found a use for you." he spits at you.
You don't have enough energy to question him as you get up sluggishly and head to the bathroom to change.
As soon as you exit the bathroom, he is dragging you outside where a a dozen soldiers await; people are lined up in front of them.
"Here. Take her." he says to the guard as he shoves you towards him.
The soldier looks you up and down and nods. You're swept away by other men and hoisted onto the back of a carriage. Other men and women peer up at you in fear.
It doesn't take long for you to realize what has happened. You've been sold to the crown to be a worker. You stare at the floor and zone out, wondering if you will forever be forced to be at the mercy of others that are powerful and wealthy. As the carriage takes off, you feel nothing, you hear nothing, all you see is your so-called 'home' slowly fade behind the trees.
The others have fallen asleep as you stare out the carriage. You have no idea how long it has been but the sun has long set and it is deep into the evening when you arrive at the castle. The guards shuffle you out, line you up and assign you your duties.
"You." The woman points at you. "She will do." she says as she hands you a pile of clothes. You stare up at her as she clarifies your new job: maid.
The guards lead each group of workers to their designated quarters.
"You are maids. You will follow the schedule, with no excuses. You have been sold to serve for the crown. You will receive no pay. Your pay is the right to live in the castle. You will be provided food and shelter. Any act of disobedience will be punishable by any means appropriate that is decided upon the guards or anyone of higher status. You are to speak to no one. Do your job and stay quiet." The guard finishes explaining your new life then turns around and shuts the doors closed behind him with a loud bang.
The silence is deafening. Everyone too scared to say a word. They all choose a makeshift bed on the floor and prepare to get some sleep before the new day.
You sit in your cot and stare at the floor. You don't realize how much time had passed until the sun shining on your face and the guards are yelling at you all to wake up and start the day.
Will I ever know freedom? Will I ever find happiness? Or am I forced to succumb to this measely life until I die?
The first two weeks seem to pass without problems, until the guards decide to take it upon themselves to 'discipline' as they deem fit.
Most guards resort to name-calling, degradation or sometimes physical punishment. Nothing, nobody was as terrible as one who we called "Snake". He would slither his way into the chambers and choose his prey for the week, sometimes longer. He did as he pleased, if met with opposition, he would often beat them into submission.
You managed to avoid him as long as possible until one night, his large finger points towards you.
You stare at him, expressionless. You refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing your pain, your fear or your desperation. His eyes turn cloudy with anger as he watches you approach him, emotionless.
The others look at you with fear and pity as he drags you out of the maid's quarters towards his room.
He throws you on the floor and closes the door behind him.
"You think I don't know your little game, you harlot?" he sneers at you as he picks you up and slaps you so hard you fall to the floor, your cheek pulsating in pain.
He grabs your cheeks tightly with one hand and squeezes "You will fear me. You will obey me." he threatens you.
Once again, you stare at him blankly. You feel nothing, you haven't for a long time now.
He growls in frustration and punches you again, searching for any reaction; tears, a grunt, a whimper, anything, and yet you show nothing.
"You witch. Impossible. Everybody fears me." he yells at you as he strikes you again. You lay on the floor motionless, your nose and mouth bleeding.
"You will answer me when I speak to you!" he growls in anger as he strikes you again.
You stare up at him and remain silent.
"Are you deaf? mute? Useless! Maybe, you will be useful for other things instead...." he sneers at you as he smirks disgustingly with a knowing look.
Again, you stare at him blankly again. As he begins unbuckling his belt he says "Submit to me. You will do as I say, maid."
You start laughing which makes him look up at you in rage.
"You dare laugh at me?! You filthy servant!" he grabs you by the neck and holds you down tightly, slightly cutting off your airways but enough for you to remain awake.
"Submit to me!" he yells at you.
"Never." you croak.
He screams in a fit of rage and strikes you again. You continue to laugh.
"Witchcraft! You're a disgusting witch! Submit to me or I will have you burned at the stake!" he spits at you.
"I promise you, I will bite your dick off if it comes near me. The human jaw can be so powerful, sometimes a crowbar isn't strong enough to pry it open and I promise you I will not let go until my jaw is pried open." you threaten him as you begin laughing hysterically.
He stares at you in confusion, disgust and fear.
"I knew it! You're a witch!" He screams.
"Are you sure you want to test that theory?" you laugh at him.
He yells in frustration as he strikes you again "I said submit to me!"
You stare him directly in the eyes "No matter how loud the wind howls, the mountain will not bow down to it."
His eyes turn red with rage, he picks you up and throws you across the room. He kicks you on your side.
He continues hitting you as he demands you submit to him. You repeat the same word, almost as a prayer "Never".
You didn't care if you died or how, but you promised yourself that no matter how desperate you would become, you would never submit yourself to another man again, no matter the cost.
Once he is finally done he spits on you, drags you back to the maid's chambers and throws on you the floor as he slams the door behind him.
A few women crowd you and help you to your cot. You're bleeding from your nose and mouth. Your eye is black and swollen shut, your lip is split, your ribs hurt when you breathe.
Even after all that, you realize you still feel nothing. You stare up at the ceiling as the other women surround you to help clean your wounds.
From that moment on, you have been the subject to the Snake's abuse. You have spoken no words, except for "Never" every time the Snake commands you to submit to him. You would rather take on every physical punishment, than let him touch an inch of you.
A few weeks pass with the same abuse, except now other guards have partaken in it as well. You are now referred to as "witch" by the guards. They sneer at you when you walk past them. You keep your head held high and walk straight forward, without giving them a glance.
I am my own person. I have my own thoughts. I am not a puppet.
You repeat these phrases everyday in your head, like a chant to keep you grounded. You've taught yourself to recite small facts about your life to yourself in your head, such as your birthday, your favourite colour, your favourite author and book. It reminds you of who you are, of who they can never take away from you.
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As the months go by, the abuse never ceases. It periodically skips you, allowing your body time to heal before being targeted again.
You have managed to be friendly with the other maids, but still keep to yourself and limit your words. You rarely speak and only do so when absolutely necessary. You decided it was safest for you this way.
You have been generally assigned menial maid tasks, such as cleaning the chambers of the guards or other members of higher status than you, until today. You’re assigned to clean King Loki's quarters. He owns an entire wing to himself, therefore you are to do it alone as he is very particular about his items. It was decided upon the head maid that you were the least likely to steal and most likely to complete the job to Loki's very high standards.
Without much of a choice, you accept the new assignment and make your way to his wing. As grateful as you are for this opportunity, to work alone and use the specialized cleaning supplies for the king, you were also in so much pain. The previous night was the harshest in a long time. The guards told you the king wanted to send you a personal message. By the end of it, you could hardly move and had to be dragged to your cot. Laying in bed, you wondered why the king would choose you for this punishment. You had done nothing wrong, what made you deserving of such poor treatment?
As you're walking to the kings wing, every step you take is followed by a limp and a wince. Nevertheless, the work had to be completed. The consequences were too severe if the work were not to be completed to his prestigious standards. If the king was willing to send you such a message the previous night as a warning for what was to come, the current pain was worth suffering through. From what you've heard the kings punishments never ended well. Nobody ever returned.
With that in mind, you headed to his wing with a slight limp and a wince under your breathe with every step.
Two week pass by and you've been permanently assigned to clean the kings wing, as per his request. You hope it is because he is satisfied with your work, rather than this be some cruel plan.
Once the guards heard of your new permanent position as the kings personal maid, their visits became daily. You were now the only maid being succumbed to their harsh treatment. You knew they were trying to sabotage you so the king would be displeased with your work and be rid of you.
Even so, everyday you wake up and perform your duties. You persevered and refused to let them think they won, no matter how painful, you always kept your head held high.
You're walking to the kings wing, products and cleaning items in hand when a guard approaches and swings his arm at you. You fall to the floor, Cleaning products go flying across the hall, splattering on the floor, against the wall and all over you.
"Tsk tsk tsk... what a shame... you better pray the king doesn't see this mess you caused...." he laughs as he walks over you.
You say nothing as you try getting up but slip on the soapy wet floor. You curse at the mess.
He can't see this. I have to clean this up. I can't be delayed, the king accepts no excuses for punctuality. He will kick me out on the streets... or worse... have me killed.
You get up shakily, holding on the wall for as much support as possible. Your body aches as you start mopping up the mess with speed that can only be explained by pure fear.
Once it's decently done you run to the next room and start cleaning as fast as possible. The pain from the abuse inflicted upon you daily is taking its toll. You decide you have to suck it up until you're done.
You're doing your final task: The king's bedroom. With one wrist against your chest, you clean the bedroom. You're trying to make the bed but can't do it with one hand. Shakily, you move your other wrist and try grabbing the sheets. You hiss in pain and pull back. You're slowing down, taking longer to do simple tasks. Your wrist is swollen wrist and throbbing in pain from the fall earlier. You can hardly move it.
You manage to finish making the bed and is finishing off by dusting the room, keeping your wrist to your chest to stabilize it as much as possible. As you were working through your pain, you didn't notice the time until you hear somebody clear their throat behind you.
You gasp in surprise and spin around.
"King Loki... your highness... I apologize for my tardiness... I-" you start rambling, your head looking down and your legs in a curtsy.
"The hall is a mess. You're late. Your work is very subpar today. I'm disappointed." he tells you coldly while staring you down.
You say nothing as to avoid accidentally insulting him or frustrating him further.
"Consider this your first and last warning. If this happens again, you will heed the consequences." He says to you, chin up, staring at you while you keep your eyes on your shoes.
You mumble another apology when he dismisses you.
You quickly run out of his bedroom. Your heart is racing, you're shaking.
You run to the maid's quarters and go to your cot, avoiding the others. You're staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you possibly escaped his wrath. Replaying the scene in your head, you realize you never looked at him. You've never seen the king in person, only in pictures.
Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend the guards go out to the neighbouring city as a security check-up. You stare at your wrist, which is now purple, blue and swollen. You go to the bathroom and lock the door so you're alone. You remove your clothes as take in a sharp breath as pain courses through your body. You use two wooden sticks you found outside earlier, to stabilize your wrist, hoping it will speed the healing process. When you look up at your reflection you notice the deep colouring littering your body. Purple, blue, yellow, green.... bruises in various levels of healing spread across your body.
You come to the conclusion that you need help... medical help. You slip on a night gown and make your way to the clinic where Dr. Banner resides. He is the only doctor the workers of lower status trust, as he is kind, caring and genuine.
He welcomes you in his room and questions why you came to him so late at night.
You say nothing. You lift your night gown and watch as his eyes widen in understanding. He turns around and files through his medical cabinet.
"Here. Take one pill a day for 3 days. It will completely numb your pain and significantly increase the healing process. Put this healing balm over your bruises and on your wrist, every night for a week." he says to you as he hands you the medicine.
You open your mouth to thank him when he lifts his hand up "No need... please stay safe... if ever you need anything, you know where to find me." his eyes filled with pain and compassion.
You nod and turn around to walk back to your cot.
You immediately spread the balm over your body once your in the bathroom and wrap what you can in bandages to keep it from absorbing into the clothes rather than your skin.
Laying down in bed, the adrenaline from the day wears off and fatigue takes over until you fall into a deep sleep.
Part 2
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delyth88 Β· 6 months
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Things we haven't seen yet
Okay, so we're halfway through season 2 now (Episode 3) and I think it's interesting that most of the things we've seen in the trailers have show up on screen already. I have to assume there are some big surprises in the following episodes.
So I've had a look through the main trailer for scenes we haven't seen yet and here's what I've got.
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Loki walking into the TVA Automat and what I assume is Sylvie waiting for him. (I'm still jealous that she seems to get the more 'lokiesque' outfits here - look at that swishing coat hem! I wish Loki could get back some of the best bits of his TDW outfit!)
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"Whatever we do, we're playing god."
"We are gods."
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"But how do you choose... who lives and who dies?" Although possibly that is two separate lines mashed together.
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Why are we seeing Loki in a time collar again? Is TVA Loki or someone else going back in time within the TVA to talk with him and tell him to do something in his future? Or is this just a conversation about him choosing to be more than a villain. He seems pretty upset about it whatever it is.
And we still haven't seen these shots yet. B15 is walking out of a time door in medical uniform - is she undercover or getting to return to something like her old life?
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Gotta say things are not looking good for Casey. Is this on the timeline, or in the bowels of the TVA? Is he helping OB fix something?
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But then again things aren't looking good for anyone at the TVA by the looks of this.
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Somehow Ravonna leaves the citadel at the end of time and goes for a walk in the void. She does not look happy about it. What's appearing in front of her?
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And this looks like Loki falling - have we seen this yet? Was it in the first episode? Or is this something that hasn't happened yet?
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Then there's these from some of the teasers.
We haven't seen Loki with the microphone yet. Who is he speaking to? What is he looking at?
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Then the spaghettification shots.
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And Loki still seems to be time slipping here in the TVA...
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And to McDonald's...
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He's looking pretty desperate at this point. "What could we have done differently?"
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And then we've got this shot of Loki looking determined and walking out into the time stream?
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So I dunno what to make of all that. My best guess is something happens that destabilises things enough that Loki starts time-slipping again and has to use that to change the course of events. Although that doesn't explain Sylvie in the lift, but maybe she can use He Who Remains tempad to get around the usual rules of the TVA, or time is just so unstable now that this becomes possible in the same way time-slipping shouldn't be possible.
Whatever it is, it seems to be leaning back into the vibe of the first episode, and I am here for that.
I'm also reminded that we didn't get all the scenes from the trailers shown in season 1. So perhaps that may also be the fate of some of these shots.
#I look forward to three weeks from now when I can look back on this post and most likely laugh#looki#loki series#loki series speculation#loki spoilers#loki season 2#loki s2
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lunarbuck Β· 1 year
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Dance With The Devil (1)
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Pairing: mafia!Loki x f!reader (any race)
WC: 4.4k
Summary: Your world turns upside down, but this is only the beginning.
Warnings: kidnapping, fear, swearing, violence
A/N: Yay first chapter!! I can't wait for y'all to read it :) please let me know what you think <3 Some dialogue is taken from the movie. beta'd by the amazing @purpleshallot :))) happy birthday my dear!!!
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chapter 2
You have always preferred fairytales to real life. True love’s first kiss, fate, all of it. Not to be clichΓ©, but it’s been your escape. From a young age, you found yourself wrapped up in worlds full of magic. Of happily ever afters and fairy godmothers.Β 
As an adult, you still retreat into those stories for comfort. On difficult days, you lose yourself to mystical places, wishing you could be there, living those lives. You find it cruel, really, to open the door to other worlds like that and not let the dreamers in.
Today, the fall air is crisp and fresh as you board the bus after class. Leaves the color of fire fall from the trees and onto the street, crunching under people’s feet as they walk past. You lean your head against the window and pull out one of your favorite books. You always find yourself returning to it, no matter what happens in your life. You’ve read it so many times you have it memorized by now. The story takes you far away from New York to a place with deadly sword fights, disguised princes, and magic.Β 
As you turn the page, your heart tugs in your chest, finding yourself at your favorite part of the book. The unassuming and quiet princess meets the prince for the first time. He falls for her instantly, but she doesn’t know who he is, as he’s disguised as a commoner.
It’s easy to get wrapped up in the story, but when your phone buzzes in your pocket, you know you need to check it. You scroll through a few work emails, planning responses in your head when you realize what time it is.
You continue looking at the screen, expecting to see a text from your father that he got home from physical therapy safely. He should’ve been back at least 15 minutes ago.
But there’s no text, no phone call, nothing. Your heartbeat speeds up, you can hear blood rushing in your ears. You try to calm your nerves, telling yourself that maybe his phone died, and he forgot. Your father has always been a little bad with tech. There’s probably nothing wrong.
You repeat the words to yourself the entire commute home, unable to focus on the story that had captivated you just a few moments ago. You keep whispering them over and over as you walk up the cracked steps to your house. You even say them as you search the place for your father.
Your mind goes silent when you find the house completely empty and your father’s cell phone on the ground, the screen shattered.
Shit.
Your head spins as you try to figure out what to do. This isn’t like your father. He’s never disappeared before. He would never go somewhere without leaving at least a note on the fridge or the counter.Β 
After a few deep breaths, you pull out your phone and call 911.
β€œ911, what is your emergency?” You barely hear the words leave your mouth as you rattle off your name, address, and the fact that your father is suddenly missing. You tell the dispatcher when the last time you had seen your father was and that you found his phone cracked on the ground.
The dispatcher stays on the line with you, but you don’t pay attention to what she says, instead staring at your father’s spot at the dinner table, a newspaper folded just the way he likes beside a cup of coffee, long gone cold. He always insists on having one in the morning, even though he hates the taste.
A few minutes later, a police cruiser pulls up to your house, lights on but no siren. You scramble out of the house and through the front door and find Griffin, your friend from Undergrad, leaning against the car casually.
He’s dressed in his police uniform, pressed and without wrinkles, but as you get closer, you can see the bags under his eyes. Knowing him, he probably was out late last night drinking. He’s always been that type. Even since graduation and getting a job, nothing’s changed.
Griffin has always been around, even when you didn’t want him to be. Him and his deep brown eyes that are always watching over you with a protectiveness that never seems to fade.
β€œHey, Griff,” you say quickly, eyes shooting around the block for any sign of your father. Everything looks normal as if your world hadn’t been turned upside down.
Griffin scrutinizes you; the heat in his gaze is evident to you, and you try to shrink away from it. You know he’s always had a thing for you, but you pretend not to notice just like you always do. You’re too busy, too preoccupied with literally everything, to get into a relationship with him or anyone else for that matter.
β€œSo your dad didn’t come home?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest as if this were a regular conversation between the two of you.Β 
β€œIt’s more than that,” you snap, noticing they only sent one officer. Why wasn’t he with his partner? Why did he come alone? β€œWhere’s your partner? Is he out looking for Papa?” The childhood name for your father slips so easily from your lips that you wouldn’t have noticed it had Griffin not made a face.
β€œNo, it’s just me on this right now. I wanted to check it out before we declared him missing.” Anger bubbles in your chest, but you shove it down. Being angry won’t help right now. You need to focus. That’s the only thing that will help your father.
β€œOkay, where should we start?”
Griffin explains how a missing person case works, and you nod along with him, trying to make sense of it all. Your father has no enemies that you know of, no one that would wish harm upon him.
As you go through this with Griffin, your eyes wander away from him and over to the houses around you. It’s possible someone saw something; maybe they just didn’t know what they were seeing.
You cock your head, noticing your neighbor across the street has a camera above their doorbell. You start walking to the house, not bothering to explain your action to Griffin. He follows, though, seeming to understand.
To your surprise, your neighbor is more than willing to share the footage with you and the police. She brings out her laptop and rewinds the video until Griffin tells her to stop. Your hands shake as she plays it.
In the grainy video, you see a black van pull up outside your house. Four men dressed in black jump out and walk straight into your home. You know for a fact you’d locked it that morning. How did they get in?
It’s surreal. It’s like a movie. A terrible, shitty movie about men breaking into your house and kidnapping your father. The trees blow in the wind, a bird lands on the pavement, and everyone keeps moving like nothing is happening in the house.
A few moments later, the men emerge from the house, dragging your father between them. He’s fighting back as best he can, but he can’t do much in his weakened condition.
You want to scream, you want to throw up, you want to rewind time and make it so none of this ever happened.
The video has no sound, but you can only imagine his calls for help. How they went unanswered.
Griffin thanks your neighbor after getting a copy of the footage and walks you back to his cruiser. Your legs feel like jelly, unable to support the weight of everything any longer.
β€œGrab whatever you need for the next few hours and come with me,” he instructs, voice tight. β€œWe’re gonna find your dad.”
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When you arrive with Griffin at the police station, you’re surprised by the lack of urgency the other officers give to your father’s disappearance. Is this not important to them?
Griffin lets you sit at his desk while he shows a few people the video, trying to see what people know. The police station feels hospital-like. People rush around, calling out odd codes and names while you sit in the middle of the chaos. Everything smells like the floor cleaner they use. It burns your nose.Β 
For a while, you scroll through your phone aimlessly, not really sure what you’re looking for before putting it away and reading your book instead.
You finally reach chapter 3. The princess has just discovered the true identity of the prince. The words make your heart flutter despite the noise and disorder surrounding you. You manage to lose yourself in the pages, the world around you fading away.
The prince holds the princess close, cupping her cheek in his hand. They stare lovingly into each other’s eyes, not yet knowing that they were meant to be. The universe had granted them the greatest gift of all, true love. You know what happens next, but that doesn’t stop your brain from coming up with all the ways they might be challenged in the future.Β 
A hand clasps your shoulder, pulling you from the fairytale world and crashing you into reality. Griffin is at your side, a grim look on his face.
β€œWhat?” you ask quietly, not sure you want to hear what he’s found.
β€œCome with me.” He grabs your arm, tugging you up from the chair. Your book tumbles to the ground, but he doesn’t give you a chance to retrieve it. He guides you to an interrogation room and shuts the door behind him.
β€œWhat is going on?” you ask, ripping your arm from his grasp.Β 
β€œI got an image of the license plate from the car your dad got into.” You want to interrupt and correct Griffin. Your father didn’t β€œget into” the car, he was kidnapped and shoved, but you keep your mouth shut. β€œI tracked it to a few fake identities, but I finally found something solid. All these fake guys work for the same very real mafia family. The Laufeyson family has a pretty big presence around here, and I think they’re the ones who have your dad.”
The mafia? No way. You shake your head, and Griffin gives you a pitying look. You hate it.
β€œPapa would never get involved with the mafia. He has no reason to. Even when he stopped working, we had enough money for treatments, his inventions always made enough…” your voice trails off when you think of the past few months. How stressed your father had seemed, the odd phone calls, you’d thought nothing of them at the time. But now…
β€œLook, your dad was sick and desperate. He probably thought he had no other option.” You hate how he talks about your father in the past tense as if he’s already gone.
β€œWhere is he?” you ask before you can spiral into what-ifs and hypotheticals.
β€œI’ve got an address. There’s no promising it’s where he is, though.” You nod, and Griffin hands you a scrap of paper, an address scrawled messily on it. β€œWe’ll go tomorrow morning. Right now, you need to lie low in case they’re looking for you.” You roll your eyes and scoff. Does he really expect you to wait until tomorrow?Β 
He’s an idiot if he thinks that.
Griffin drives you back to your house and gives you an awkwardly long hug before getting back in his car and leaving. For a guy that claims to care about you so much, he has a funny way of showing it.
You quickly gather some belongings, unsure how long you’ll be gone, and put the address Griff gave you into your phone. It’s far, too far for you to commute or bike. You don’t have a car, so you decide to call an Uber despite the cost. It’ll be worth it to find your father.
The car arrives after 10 minutes, but honestly, it felt like hours. Every moment that passes, every second that goes by, feels like an eternity being stuck in the unknown. Not knowing what he’s going through.
Your driver is friendly enough, though as he gets closer to the address, he gets more and more cagey.Β 
Your phone buzzes, and you spare a glance down at it, seeing that Griffin has texted you a few times.
Lmk if you need anything
You wanna get dinner? I got off early.
Hello? Whyre you ignoring me?
You groan inwardly at the messages. Griffin has never been the romantic type, and clearly, nothing has changed since the last time he asked you out. You don’t bother responding, tucking your phone in your pocket as you stare out the window.
The car comes to a stop before arriving at your desired destination. Your driver explains that he can’t go further than this, so you climb out of the car and thank him anyway, tipping even though he didn’t take you where you wanted.
In the distance, you see a giant gated mansion on top of a hill. Without even looking at your phone, you know that’s where you need to go. The place looks straight out of a movie; of course, it’s where the bad guys live.
You make the trip on foot, watching out for anyone suspicious. The gate around the house is tall, but you scale it somewhat quickly, surprising yourself with your newfound upper-body strength.
The sun has set by the time you’re crossing the well-kept lawn, chilling you to your core. You carefully creep around the house’s perimeter, looking for a way in. You find a window cracked open and are stunned at your luck.
The window slides open easily, and you slip through the opening, finding yourself in a large sitting room. The plush carpet dampens your footsteps, making you nearly silent as you creep through the room.
As you push open the door to the hallway, you lock eyes with a man down the corridor. You freeze, unable to move away even as you will your feet to move. The man doesn’t call for help, though. Instead, he tilts his head as if to get a better look at you.
He steps toward you, then furrows his brow, thinking better of it. You wait for his next move with bated breath.
β€œYour father,” he whispers, eyes darting around, probably watching for other people. β€œGo upstairs.” With that, he turns on his heel and walks in the opposite direction, seemingly content with pretending he never saw you.Β 
How did he know you’re here for your father? They must not get many visitors that arrive on good terms; maybe this is a common occurrence?
You wait an agonizing few minutes until you’re sure the coast is clear before you dart to the staircase he’d gestured to.
The mansion is more extensive than it appeared from the outside, and you only realize the size as you climb the sweeping stairs to an upper level of the house. Corridors filled with doors leading to different rooms catch your attention, but you know that you must look for any sign of your father and avoid getting lost in the maze of the home.
A chill runs through you as you pass through the house. Even though you’ve seen signs of life here, it feels like a museum. It doesn’t feel like a home. No one really lives here; they just pass through. Existing and moving on.
As you reach the top of the stairs, you hear him. Your father coughs after every other word, barely getting the sounds out. He sounds so weak.
β€œPlease, someone,” he groans quietly before breaking into another fit of coughs. You practically run down the hall until you reach a room at the very end, the door cracked slightly open. Not caring if anyone sees you, you push the door open to reveal your father.
Bile rises in your throat at the sight of him.
He’s tied tightly to a pole in the center of the room, hands cuffed behind his back around the bar, and feet bound at his ankles. From what you’ve seen, the rest of the house has hardwood or carpet. This room has concrete floors.
This room was built for pain, for bloodshed.
Even in the darkness of the room, you can see bruises bloom around his eyes and on his cheeks. Blood splatters on the ground. You can only imagine the pain he’d been through before your arrival.
Your father must not have heard or seen you come in because he continues to whisper his pleas.
β€œPapa,” you say gently as you cross the room and crouch in front of him. You place your hands on both sides of his face; he is so cold against your skin. β€œPapa, I’m here.”
Your father’s eyes open as far as they can with the swelling, but he finally sees you. β€œOh, my, how did you find me?” he croaks. You shake your head, reaching around to see how his hands are cuffed. You hold one of his hands in yours and wince at the temperature.
β€œYour hands are like ice,” you whisper, returning your attention to his face. β€œWe have to get you out of here.” Your father shakes his head, even though the action appears to pain him.
β€œPlease, I want you to leave this place,” he begs, desperation lacing his voice.
You ignore his words, focusing on trying to undo the binds on his feet. β€œWho did this to you?”
β€œThere is no time to explain,” he urges, β€œyou have to go. Now!” You sit back on your heels and stare at your father in disbelief.
β€œI won’t leave you!” Your tone is harsh, but you don’t understand why he wants you to leave him behind.
Suddenly, someone grabs your shoulder, pulling you away from your father with incredible strength. You scramble out of their grasp and back to your father, unable to catch a glimpse of the person that grabbed you before they slip into the shadows.
β€œWhat are you doing here?” the person, a man, asks harshly, spitting the words at you.
β€œRun,” your father groans fearfully. You search your father’s face for something, anything, to help you through this.
You spin around, pressing your back against your father in an attempt to protect him from the new man.
β€œWho are you?” you ask the man cloaked in shadow.Β 
β€œWho are you?” the man asks in response, his words sharp and deadly.
β€œI’ve come for my father. Please let him out; can’t you see he’s sick?” you reply, voice even and calm, not showing how terrified you are.
β€œYour father is a thief. He owes me.”
You shake your head; he must be lying. β€œBut he could die. Please, I’ll do anything!” Desperation creeps into your voice, but you hold firm. You want to cry, you want to scream, but you don’t. You won’t, not until your father is safe.
β€œThere’s nothing you can do. He’s my prisoner.” The words are swift, his tongue like a whip.
β€œThere must be some way I can–” You turn back to face your father, searching his face for the answers. β€œTake me instead!” It takes everything in you to pull your eyes away from your father and face the shadowed man.
β€œYou? You would take his place?” He sounds unsure, troubled by what you’ve proposed. As if you’ve caught him off guard.
Your father struggles against the binds, trying to grab onto you. β€œNo! You don’t know what you’re doing!” Even though it pains you, you don’t look back.
β€œIf I did, would you let him go?” You can’t see his face, but you can tell the man is mulling over his choices. He holds your life in his fingers.
β€œYes, but you must promise to stay here forever.” Your heart sinks, but you know that it is for the best that you take your father’s place. He has access to the money you’ve been making, to his treatment services, everything. It would be easier with you there, but you know he’ll be able to care for himself until he finds a caretaker.Β 
As anger burns inside your chest, you stare at the shadowed man in front of you. You want to see the man forcing you and your father into this fate. You want to look him in the eye as he sentences you to death at his hand.
β€œCome into the light,” you whisper, barely able to form the words. The man doesn’t move for a moment, but after a breath, he steps forward and into the light cast from the window.
Your eyes widen as you take him in. He’s tall, towering over you like a mountain. His black hair is slicked back in the front, though a piece has fallen out of place and covers one of his eyes. Dressed in an all-black suit, the man looks as though he is made of the shadows that had just been concealing him. Bright eyes stare down at you as if they can see right through you.
β€œNo,” your father says, sputtering and coughing. β€œNo, I won’t let you do this!” 
It’s as if you’re in a trance. You can’t break your eyes away from the man in front of you. β€œYou have my word.” The promise slips from your lips as if not yours.Β 
The man cocks his head, grinning slyly. β€œIt is done.”
All it takes is a quick knock on the door behind him, and the man has summoned two more people to the room.
They rush in, moving you aside and grabbing your father. You try to catch him, to hug him, to just let him know that everything will be okay, but the raven-haired man grabs your arms and pulls you away, holding you against his chest. One arm brackets around your front while the other covers your mouth, muffling your yelling.
You struggle against him, willing him to just let you say goodbye, but your efforts are futile.
It doesn’t take long for the two men to drag your father away. You can’t help but feel like you’ll never see him again. The feeling lodges itself deep in your gut, making you feel a heaviness like you’ve never experienced before.
When it is just you and the raven-haired man left in the room, he releases you. You crumple to the floor, finally allowing your tears to fall freely. The ground is cold and hard beneath you as you wet it with your tears.
The raven-haired man says nothing for a long time, letting the sound of your sobs echo between the walls.
When your throat is dry, and you have no tears left in your body, he moves to stand in front of you instead of behind you.
β€œCome,” he says curtly as if speaking to a dog.
You shake your head, holding it in your hands. β€œYou didn’t even let me say goodbye. I’ll never see him again.” Finally, you look up at the man. Fury rips through your veins. β€œI didn’t get to say goodbye.”
If the man feels bad or feels any remorse, he doesn’t reveal it. β€œI’ll show you to your room.”
His words take you by surprise. You hadn’t thought this far ahead. Is he going to give you a room? It wouldn’t have shocked you if he’d just told you to sleep in this torture room. β€œMy room? But I thought–”
β€œYou want to stay here? In this… cell?” he asks, tilting his head. The faint light from the window makes his eyes shine. You search his face for any trace of emotion but find nothing. His blue eyes stay trained on you, his lips pressed into a line.Β 
β€œNo,” you reply, annoyance clear from your tone. That earns you the smallest of smirks. His right eye ticks. He must not like being on the receiving end of an attitude. Well, he better get used to it.
β€œThen follow me.” The raven-haired man doesn’t help you stand. He doesn’t provide you any support as you wobble on weak legs. He just stands by the door, waiting for you to catch up.
You walk a few steps behind the man, following him like a shadow as he guides you through the corridors. He points to different doors, other paths through the home, but you don’t really hear him.
It’s like you’re underwater; everything is muted and warped. Your thoughts spin through your head, and you’re barely able to process them as they fly past. It all happened so quickly, you’d acted without thinking through all the possible outcomes, and now you’re stuck here alone forever.
The man comes to a stop in front of a pair of ornate wooden doors. He stares down at the handles, but you stare at him. He’s yet to tell you anything about him; he is a mystery to you.
β€œYou are to never step foot in the west wing,” he says through gritted teeth, shifting his eyes toward you. β€œDo I make myself clear?” 
You take a shaky breath and look at the carvings on the door. They seem to tell a story, but before you get a chance to look for the start, you find yourself speaking. β€œWhat’s in there?”
β€œIt’s forbidden.” You flinch back from his harsh tone, dropping your eyes to the floor.
The man turns away from the door and guides you down a new hallway. You notice more art hung on the walls in this area, lots of classics. Your heart tugs when you see some familiar paintings; it’s barely a comfort, but it’s something.
β€œIf there is anything you need,” he says, pushing open the door to a bedroom, β€œmy people will attend to you.” The room is simple, with only a bed, a dresser, and a vanity, but it looks clean from what you can tell.Β 
He doesn’t wait for you to get settled, doesn’t even tell you where the kitchen or anything else is. The second you step into the room, he shuts the door with a thud.
You barely make it to the bed before your legs give out. You throw yourself onto the blankets and pillows, a sobbing heap as you come apart.
You don’t care how loud you’re being. You don’t care that the man might be standing outside listening. Your sobs rip through you, releasing emotions you haven’t felt in ages. This is bigger than just your father, bigger than being trapped in the home of a man you’ve never met before.
It’s only the beginning.
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All is Fair~ In Love.....
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Chapter 27: In Love
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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?
Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.
Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Major Character Deaths! Violence, Bad language words, mentions of torture, paranoia.
Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader
Word count: 1.9K
A/N: OMG it has been so long!!! I am so sorry this took so long, I've been in a really funky headspace lately and I'm trying to get back into a groove. I really hope you enjoy this chapter, I have been so worried about it. But it is finally finished. I hope you enjoy!
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Thor hadn’t slept well in months, he kept one eye open every night, completely on edge. Every little noise set him off, he didn’t know which noise was you creeping around a corner, or the sound of his own heart hammering in his chest.
Paranoia settled in when Jane’s body was discovered, then Heimdal; at a moment's notice you could be there to strike him down. Avenging those he took from you. Slowly the support he had in New York had dwindled into almost nothingΒ 
He wouldn’t say he regretted what he did or who he killed. Collateral damage was impossible to avoid; whatever was best for the business. Tony was an unfortunate loss, but one he could still recover from. The rest of the bosses and families would bow to him, if it was the last thing they did.Β 
Unfortunately his brother and father refused to bow before his rule, and they were dealt with. Loki caused more problems than Thor had anticipated, now it was time to burn those loose ends once and for all.Β 
Or die trying.
β€”
Sitting up on your bike, you took in the serene landscape, after months of looking, you had finally tracked him down, the man who took everything from you. Thor was hiding. Hiding in Loki’s mansion far outside the city limits.Β 
It would do him no good, you had taken out all his avenues of support, what little security he had would be easy for you to sift through, even on high alert.Β 
The mansion was oddly quiet, as you made your way through the courtyard and into the foyer, Thor had little security for a man who was being hunted. It wasn’t entirely his fault, you had taken down Valkyrie and Heimdall, his security and men along with them. It’s not that he didn’t want good security, he didn’t have any left, and even the ones he scraped up were no match for you.Β 
You hadn’t been yourself since your brother died, there was no separation between yourself and your assassin personas anymore. There weren’t any edges of yourself to grasp onto, the lines between yourself and the assassin you were molded into no longer existed; you were left with this monstrosity. Your old life was a distant memory, you didn’t have a tether to the woman you had been before, she was a stranger when you looked in the mirror.Β 
Nothing but rage filled your entire being. Carbonell no longer existed, the Ace of Spades long gone, as for Wraith, she too had abandoned you. The nicknames your friends and victims had given you long ago seemed a little more fitting now. You were no longer a reaper doing someone else’s bidding, no, you were death incarnate, and you took who you pleased.
One of the guards tried in vain to surprise you behind an open doorway, your reflexes were too fast now, what once could have caught you off guard now stood no chance. He crawled backward, begging, blubbering for you to show him mercy as you advanced on him. You stopped raising your gun, gesturing to the door, β€œRun,” you sneered, watching him scramble to his feet and sprint out the door, β€œtake the others with you. Anyone left won’t live to tell the tale.”
You catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the mirrors, your hair had grown out, the roots were showing, fading into the bone white they had given you with your Wraith identity. You weren't coming after Thor as an assassin, no, you wanted him to see your face, to know who he had wronged. You had forgotten the contacts, and your mask. You had no need for your tactical uniform, you doubted you would make it out alive anyway.
You made your way upstairs, at this point you were going through the motions, the men who were left didn’t even try. The moment they saw you, they would turncoat and run, their tails tucked between their legs.Β 
Smart.
Anyone who tried otherwise didn’t make it five feet from you. Sweeping each room, you ensured Thor wasn’t hiding, but something told you he wouldn’t cower in a corner. No he would face you head on and he would fight till his final breath.
This room was one of the master bedrooms, decorated in deep tones of green. The balcony doors framed a picturesque view of the lake on the grounds. A golden frame sat atop the dresser, a beautiful golden haired woman stood next to Loki. Freya, you recognized her, Odin’s wife and Loki and Thor’s mother. Loki is smiling in the picture, frozen happily in time forever, it's the same smile he gave you the first time you'd ever met. Your gut twisted, the memory of him laying lifeless in Stark Tower clouded your mind, you had been too late.
Squeezing the blade in your hand, the memory only strengthened your resolve, Thor wouldn’t survive the evening. Clattering behind the doors pulled you from your thoughts, you stepped closer to the door as it burst open and one of Thor’s men jumped out, knife swinging, slicing your cheek as he shoved past you. He sprinted down the hall, throwing himself into the main door on this level, Loki’s office. Sighing you pulled a pistol from one of the dead man's hands and pursued him. He looked back, eyes wide as he yanked open the door, flinging himself inside, slamming it shut.
β€”
He saw you on the cameras, before he could hear his men’s screams. There was no escaping you, he had already heard what you’d done. Hell he had to kill one of his own men just to keep you off his trail; their deaths were merely warnings of what was to come for him.Β 
Would he try to kill you? Absolutely, but then what? Would he run for the rest of his life from Steve and his men, or would Zemo come searching for him with the rest of the Aces? Thor knew he dug his own grave and knew he would lay in it, but not without a fight.
He flicked the camera’s off, standing to take in the serene landscape of his property, he engrained the beautiful rolling hills and summer blooms into his mind. What had started as a game of chess soon turned into a dangerous game of sharks and minnows, but even Sharks have predators. And he was no longer at the top of the food chain.Β 
The gunshots, clattering and screaming of men in the hall pulled his attention to the office door, just as it was ripped open, one of his own men flung himself inside. The man slammed the door shut, throwing himself against it. The man’s eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling frantically, Thor could see the tremor in the man's hands traveling through the rest of his body. Outside the door silence settled through the mansion; only for a moment. A single gunshot split the air, the man jerked before slumping to the floor, the smear of blood on the door was the only evidence the bullet had killed him.Β 
Thor watched as the doorknob slowly turned, the door creaking open on its hinges. His blood ran cold, his heart thundering in his ears as you stepped through the doorway, ignoring the body at your feet. You looked like something out of legend, your hair wild, your eyes, the ones he had always heard were hidden behind black or white contacts, were not. But they were not the familiar welcoming eyes he was used to, no, they were full of hellfire and brimstone; they scorched him, pinning him in place, his feet nailed to the floor.
A shiver ran down his spine, your familiar face not covered by a blood smeared mask, you were calm, your chest rising and falling at an abnormally slow rate for what activities he knew you had done mere seconds ago.
You approach him slowly, the embodiment of lethal grace, your head tilted slightly, a predator assessing its prey, he swore you could hear his heartbeat roaring in his chest.
Never had he had the bubbling urge to apologize, to beg for mercy, before, but with you standing in front of him, the urge surfaced. He quashed it, he would not cower to you, or anyone. He would stare death in the eye and smile saccharinely, and greet them like an old friend, but he wasn’t smiling now and you were no friend. You stared at him for a moment, your eyes not missing anything he waited on bated breathβ€”
Next to him the cameras flicked back on, there was movement at the front gate, a familiar blonde head followed by several others passed through the gates in a hurry. A smirk lifted Thor’s lips as his eyes flicked back to you, β€œSeems you’ve run out of time little Stark. Better luck next time.”
There was a malicious sparkle in your eye as you drew your knives from their sheathes, stepping closer, β€œThey won't save you Odinson whether it's days, hours, even seconds, it makes little difference.” you pause, a sinister smile curves your lips, β€œHell awaits you, Odinson.”
Make it worth it, he thought, he rushed forward, yanking his blades from under his desk. β€œIf I'm going to hell, I’m taking you with me!” Thor growls as he lunges at you in a flash of teeth and metal.
β€”
Steve and his men clear the grounds and first floor swiftly, but he feels they are already too late. The mansion is eerily silent the farther upstairs they clear, the more horrified he becomes. The inside of the mansion is chaos and carnage, he prays you hadn’t done all this on your own. Above them, sounds of struggles and broken glass thundered through the floor, he motioned to his men, moving quickly up the stairs.
In the final hall the sound had finally stopped, Bucky motioned to the last room, the door was barely cracked. Bucky had gone ahead of him, toeing the door open the rest of the way, gun raised. But as the door opened fully, Bucky froze in his tracks, Steve nearly slammed into him.
He looked over Bucky’s shoulder and nearly dropped his weapon at the carnage in front of him. He could barely stomach looking at the scene, his eyes locked on Thor’s chest, a bright white playing card sat pinned there by a blade, the embossed skull at its center now enhanced by the red blood casting shadows across it.
Bucky’s exasperated voice sounded next to him, β€œSteve, who the fuck—”
Bucky broke off, they both knew who had done this, you.
No, not you. Never you. You had been lost long ago, there was only one being that could have done this level of violenceβ€”
Death.
β€”
Freedom felt heavy, the ocean air whispering across your skin. Your heart is stranded in a city you could never go back to.Β 
Mourning a life you never had the chance to live. You had hope, hope that he would find someone to take your place, to make him happy in a way you only dreamed you could. Without a goodbye, you knew he wouldn’t let you leave, but couldn’t ask him to abandon his home and family.
With an empty heart and a million opportunities ahead, you couldn’t help but be filled with sickening dread.
β€”
His bed remained empty, no one would fill the hole in his heart that you had called your own.Β 
He had hope that he would see you again, maybe in another life, happy with someone you trusted enough to keep by your side.
With a million people around him, so many chances to move on, yet he remained completely alone with you gone.
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First Loki Season 2 Trailer Reveals Evil Kang (Description)
It's been over a year since Tom Hiddleston's Loki wrapped up its first season but the God of Mischief certainly left an impression. It didn't take long until Marvel Studios gave the green light for Loki season 2.
Early on in development, Hiddleston confirmed that the whole cast would be returning. This was seemingly confirmed after Sophia Di Martino's Sylvie and Owen Wilson's Mobius were both spotted on set. Fan favorite character Miss Minutes is also expected to appear as is Jonathon Majors' Kang.
These won't be the only characters showing up for Loki's second season with new cast members and new footage revealed at Marvel's D23 panel.
New Loki Season 2 Footage Revealed
The Marvel Studios panel at D23 showed some exclusive footage of Loki season 2 to attendees.
According to descriptions of the footage via Popverse, Loki is seen being ripped through time, saying β€œI’ve seen terrible, awful things”.
Hiddleston's character also sees a wall covered in Kang decorations before saying the line "war is on its way." The main cast is seen in space suits and tuxedos.
Matt Ramos revealed that Loki Season 2 shows the character "trying to warn everyone about the coming war with Kang".
Insider correspondent, Kirsten Acuna, added the footage had a "creepy vibe" and that Loki is seen unveiling Kang's face behind a wall in the TVA.
Further information about that scene was revealed by New Rockstars' Erik Voss, who said:
"There's also a shot where Loki chisels away a mural of the Time Keepers to reveal a wall of giant golden Kang variant faces."
It was also revealed at the panel that Indiana Jones and Everything Everywhere All At Once star Ke Huy Quan will be joining the cast of Loki for season 2.
#loki tv#loki series#loki#marvel#loki season 2#article#news
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Places where Jonny Sims brought The Mechanisms into The Magnus Archives
A non-exhaustive list of themes, concepts and interesting situations Jonny might have consciously or subconsciously brought with him from The Mechanisms when writing The Magnus Archives:
Mechanisms
Broken Horses - Ulysses Dies At Dawn
β€œI wonder if devils get nightmares of all of their victims as well”
Magnus
MAG 142 Scrutiny, MAG 146 Threshold and MAG 120 Eye Contact
The Archivist having nightmares of and with all the people he’s taken statements from, his victims.
Mechanisms
The article Archive Footage on themechanisms.com
Β Ivy, who has the title of archivist, is described as being a book, not a reader
Magnus
MAG 160 The Eye Opens, mentioned in the statement of Jonah Magnus
The Archivist being described as more of an archive than an archivist.
Mechanisms
Red Signal - The Bifrost Incident
β€œAll the doors are open now!”
The metaphor of an open door signifying that eldritch horrors has arrived and apocalypse is forthcoming
Magnus
MAG 160 The Eye Opens, last line of the statement/ritual
β€œI. Open. The DOOR” (written phonetically).
The metaphor of opening a door signifying the summoning of eldritch horrors and the start of the apocalypse
Mechanisms
Ragnarok II: The Calling - The Bifrost Incident
Odin, a servant of an unknowable eldritch deity, started the apocalypse and is very happy about it
Magnus
MAG 160 The Eye Opens
The laugh right at the end.
Jon, a servant/avatar of an unknowable eldritch deity, started the apocalypse and is very happy about it
Mechanisms
Ragnarok V: End of the Line - The Bifrost Incident
The tragic, queer romance of Loki and Sigyn ending in dying together, one killing the other, to temporarily save the world from eldritch horrors
Magnus
MAG 200 - Last Words
The tragic, queer romance of Jon and Martin ending in dying(?) together, one killing the other, to save their world from (and doom another to) eldritch horrors
Mechanisms
Hereward the Wake - Tales to Be Told vol. 2
β€œBut he loved his servant Martin”
The titular Hereward is gay for a subordinate called Martin
Magnus
All of s5 and a considerable amount of s4. First confirmed in MAG 161 - Dwelling
Jon, main character, is gay for a subordinate called Martin
Mechanisms
Olympians - Ulysses Dies at Dawn
β€œNow, when the inevitable reality of death is so unpleasant, you better believe people will do anything to avoid it”
Death is known to be eternal and unpleasant, and this drives rich people to do anything necessary to survive, including killing a lot of people via. the Sphinx
Magnus
MAG 155 - The Cost of Living
Death is, to the rich woman giving the statement, known to be an eternal, painful state, and her wish to avoid this at any cost drives her to kill a lot of people
Mechanisms
Ragnarok II: The Calling - The Bifrost Incident
β€œI’ve done it! Though I never knew the dreams that ate at me were true”
β€œThe Void sings it to me”
Odin hearing music in her dreams calling her to carry out a ritual that brings an eldritch abomination into this world and thereby causes an apocalypse
Magnus
MAG 151 - Big Picture
β€œI still hear the music in my dream”
Simon Fairchild likening the call to make a ritual for an eldritch abomination to bring it into this world and thus cause an apocalypse to hearing music in one’s dreams and desperately wanting to recreate it.
Mechanisms
A Rebel Yell - Once Upon A Time (In Space): Apocrypha
β€œGuess you gotta pay The Piper in the end”
A character called The Piper who causes great losses on both sides of a war by betraying a lot of the resistance and then blowing up a planet of the oppressing force when they don’t pay up, thus serving not a specific side but the war itself
Magnus
MAG 7 - The Piper
A character referred to asΒ The PiperΒ who is an embodiment of the war
Mechanisms
Orpheus, Dionysus, muriatic acid and the strange whirring thing
β€œKnow enough about the events leading up to a situation, and you’ll know exactly what will happen next. So much for free will”
Magnus
The entire concept of The Web, as it understands all the little details that will lead to a certain outcome, knows exactly which future a certain change will bring. And the existential questions about free will this gives Jon in particular
Some of these are more probable than others, and there most certainly plenty I haven’t noticed, so feel free to add your own
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Not to go there. But marvel can't shoe white ppl crunched in a cube but are able to show a black guy getting spaghettified and blood and guts going everywhere. (I know its jonathan majors and hes a dixk but still)
I definitely see your point, but I feel like the cube would be more messy and gorier than the spaghettification and time-slipping PG or PG-13 horror we've been shown. At least in my imagination... Take solace I imagine those white people going through worse. And well, I will go on tangents thanks to this ask.
NGL, I've been trying to not get attached to Jonathan Majors's characters because the recent news I've seen regarding the DV case, leads me to believe he's using Depp tactics (I keep seeing claims that the alleged victim accused him and pressed charges when in fact she wanted the charges dropped (from texts)). And most of the claims that clear him from wrong-doing were put out by HIS LAWYER and the claims have been contested, and there's allegedly other victims, and that video were he breaks up a fight seems like an obvious PR stunt. And I don't want to dedicate this blog to that case because I tired out following the 2022 Depp v. Heard case and lost what little faith I had in the judicial system.
S2 was filmed before the allegations. Despite the case, I still got sad Victor Timely got taken so soon, and I was like, they actually gave him and Ravonna nuance! Because the optics of a Black men ruining a white woman's life and the white woman having justification to kill him did rub me the wrong way in S1.
In S2, I was like, it seemed like it was fixing that by giving him nuance and making him endearing and showing that's he's different (another use of an allegory and how variants being seen as the same person can apply to a wide umbrella of marginalized communities and the worst being assumed of some variant archetypes). And the line from Miss Minutes when she "died" saying "You will never be him." Would have more impact. So HE BETTER COME BACK FOR PLOT REASONS. Then again they'll probably all come back somehow. Hopefully.
And while Ravonna is evil for cubing people lol (I just think she's neat), in the context of the show, she's not particularly or unusually evil, because we got Dox (Who puts Thanos to shame), FUCKING MISS MINUTES, Mobius (and the way he treated Loki in S1 and we can assume variants as well), Loki himself, and while Sylvie was justified, she did incinerate a bunch of TVA agents. I was worried they'd make two Black characters the most evil mustache-twirling villains with no depth, but Ravonna just reminds me a lot of Thor 1 Loki.
Anyway, there has lately been a weird trend of casting Black people as villains, usually of the authoritarian kind instead of the usual queer-coding. And I am wary of it.
My main complaint of S1 was Dox and the timeline pruners taking a stand against Ravonna. Like bitch, you're worse than fucking Thanos! I'd have liked it better if they'd all joined to show how corrupt the TVA is.
I feel like I went in a tangent. I just have a lot of critical thoughts about this show even if I like it.
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So I just finished Loki, and I think I know where the MCU is going. This is going to sound like a wild conspiracy theory, but if it happens, Avengers 5 and 6 will make Endgame look tiny in comparison.
Spoilers ahead for any and all Kang related developments, as well as some Spider-Man stuff.
The groundwork so far:
Loki season one ended with the reveal of He Who Remains, a variant of Kang the Conqueror who stopped all the other Kang variants from existing by erasing the multiverse. He did this to prevent a war between the Kang variants that would cause all universes to explode or something. Ominous and spooky!
He dies and the multiverse happens, meaning the Kang war is going to happen, and it's going to happen soon.
Then Spider-Man no way home happened and Spidey and Dr Strange messed around in the multiverse. We'll come back to this.
Now I thought the show What If? was supposed to offer a teaser for the Kang War.
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For those of you who skipped it, What If? takes us on a trip through the multiverse, showing us new takes on beloved characters. These included Peggy Carter but as a super soldier, Dr Strange but as an eldritch horror, and Thor but as a frat bro.
I figured the Kang War would follow our typical MCU cast that we all know and love and then these guys swoop in and help stop the bad guys in a big climactic moment, like the "on your left" in Endgame. I don't think that's the case anymore. And it's all thanks to one small line of dialogue at the very end of Loki season 2.
At the very end of Loki season 2, the TVA is restructured to be on the lookout for variants of Kang. One of the workers said a variant was sighted near the 616 branch. That is the single line that made everything click.
For those unaware (like I was when I first heard the line, I did a bit of research before writing all this out!), the MCU used to be branch 199999 of the multiverse, but has recently been renamed to branch 616. 616 is also the branch of the main comic universe, which essentially separates the two multiverses indefinitely. But that is actually a genius move, one that lets the films build their own multiverse without needing to worry about prior lore from the comics. And What If? is only a small sampling of what that multiverse has to offer.
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No Way Home! I told you we'd come back to it. This one film has been the biggest project to flesh out the MCU multiverse. We all thought it was fan service, but we couldn't see the big picture yet.
The climax of the film involves the Spider-Man from Sam Raimi's Spider-Man films and the Spider-Man from the Amazing Spider-Man films coming into the MCU 616 universe to help MCU Spidey fight his villains. This explicitly connects these three franchises into the same multiverse! But it doesn't stop there! The end credits scene (as well as Morbius' end credits scene) connected it to Sony's Venom-verse! That's four franchises that the Kang War can pull from, but it's going to be even bigger!!
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There's one small throwaway line in Across the Spider-Verse that connects the Spider-Verse films to the MCU. Miguel O'Hara complains about the various things going wrong across the Spider-Verse, including "Dr Strange and that nerdy kid from Earth 199999". Earth 199999 is the old name for the MCU. Miguel is upset over the events of No Way Home.
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We could see some (or all) of these Spideys could show up in the Kang War. Tell me that wouldn't be way cooler than anything Endgame did!
I don't think it will stop there either! I remember one project really stood out to me when they were announcing their phase five and six plans for the MCU.
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The first X-Men project in the MCU, and it's a continuation of a thirty year old cartoon. Plus, they greenlit it for a second season before the first was even released. X-Men are the fourth best selling single issue comic series of all time (behind Spider-Man, Batman, and Superman), making them a huge IP. Making their first project in the MCU something as niche as this feels like a slight misstep. Unless, this project is aiming to tie the original cartoon into the multiverse, letting these versions of the X-Men fight in the Kang War. I guess we'll find out when the show debuts in a few months.
There's also one more thing that they could possibly tie in, that I don't think they will.
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I don't think they'll actually do it, but it would be really really funny if they did.
(Also Insomniac's Spider-Man games complicate this whole thing a lot, but I've already wrote way too much so I'll cover that in a future post if this one does well)
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Top Shows I Watched in 2023 (not of)
SPOILERS!
7. Loki (Season 2) - 6.5/10
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I don't have much to say about Loki other than I loved the final episode, Natalie Holt deserves some kind of award for her music and it makes me cry.
6. One Piece (Live Action) - 6.5/10
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As everyone has already said, this should not have worked. I didn't have much faith in it, but I chose to watch it anyway. And I'm glad I did.
Though there were moments of stiff acting and/or line delivery, I still like it overall.
Though I still liked Roger's anime death more than here.
5. My Beautiful Man/Utsukushii kare (Season 2) - 7/10
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I don't remember much considering I watched this months ago. But I do recall wanting and waiting for this for a WHILE. I was not disappointed and Utsukushii Kare stands as my favorite BL series. Minato's Laundromat would've been on the list, but it failed me, Utsukushii Kare hasn't. So yeah.
4. Jack O' Frost (2023) - 6/10
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I have issues with the whole "an MC has amnesia" plot and considering this has happened 3 times in the same year is crazy to me.
But do recall I Fucking LOVE the music! OOOOHHHH, Shit! I love it. As soon as "Winter Days" started playing during episode 2 or 3, I immediately started looking for the soundtrack.
I also have yet another celebrity crush in Kyoya Honda.
3. Taira no Kiyomori - 8/10
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This is unfair given the fact I started this last year and left for a month, making me finish this in January or February. But I still finished in 2023, so it counts!
As per my previous review, I was fucking bored with the first 6 to 9 episodes. After them, however, I loved this show. I love the music, I love the characters, and I like some of the comedy. There are so many great moments that I absolutely love.
Despite knowing how it ended, historically, I was still upset at the characters' deaths.
2. More Than Words (2022) - 6/10
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I heard this was a Japanese BL, my favorite type of BL, and I guess. But as others have said, it's mostly about the relationship between Makio and Mieko. Though perhaps not for the second part of the story...
Anyway, I loved this show. It fucked me up, but I did stay up all night till 12 or 1 am to finish it, and I couldn't stop thinking about it for a month. So yeah, despite the score, I am putting it up here.
1. Kamakura dono no 13 nin/13 Lords of the Shogun - 7/10
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HERE COMES THE MAIN MAN HIMSELF, KŌKI MITANI!
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The main man himself, the man who wrote my favorite Taiga Drama, SANADA MARU! No wonder I was fucking addicted to this show. For first time in A WHILE I watched and finished this entire show in a week.
I was drawn into this show by the fucking neck. I just was.
I remember seeing You Oizumi as Minamoto no Yoritomo and thinking, "Nah." I couldn't get behind him, I simply didn't see it at first. Then he died and literally episodes later, I was missing this man.
All my favorite characters died. ALL! And since I don't know much about the Heian nor Kamakura period, I was taken out. Fucking Kazusa, dead; Minamoto no Yoshinaka, I knew this was so it's my fault, but dead; fucking Wada Yoshimori, I fucking loved him, and I didn't know it! DEAD!
They killed my pathetic twink, Minamoto no Sanetomo. And he was gay! FUCK! I was heavily upset.
And the fact that it ends with Yoshitoko's death via his sister not giving him his medicine and watching him die! Gods dammmmmnnn!
Kōki Mitani you heavenly fucker! Ah!
I also love the music, one of my favorites Taiga drama themes.
Now, that wasn't all I watched, but simply all I felt should be on the list. I refuse to put ten shows up here if I don't care enough for them.
Here's to another year.
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twh-news Β· 7 months
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β€˜Loki’ Puts Plot Over People in a Less Focused Season 2: TV Review
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Time travel is impossible in real life, but it’s also pretty difficult to pull off in fiction, where a nifty plot device can too easily devolve into a tangled nest of convoluted exposition. The first season of β€œLoki” avoided this problem, making the Disney+ show a bright spot in a somewhat stagnant era of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. In following a β€œvariant” of the Norse trickster god into the depths of the Time Variance Authority, or TVA, the series paired impeccable production design with a simple emotional narrative β€” especially once our primary Loki (Tom Hiddleston) met his match in his female counterpart Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino), a relationship that opened questions of identity, free will and self-determination. Tracking the potential branches of the so-called Sacred Timeline could make your head spin. Like a Zen koan, β€œWhat makes a Loki a Loki?” is grounding and easy to grasp.
In the final moments of its first season, β€œLoki” revealed it would become the first Marvel Studios show for Disney+ to have a second season. This news came as a relief, given its cliffhanger ending; after Loki and Sylvie traveled to the end of time, Sylvie killed He Who Remains (Jonthan Majors), the founder of the TVA and the primary obstacle keeping the Sacred Timeline from becoming a full-fledged multiverse. When Loki, having tried to stop her, returned alone to the TVA, he found an office transformed, with statues of He Who Remains looming everywhere and employees like Agent Mobius (Owen Wilson) having no memory of their quarry-turned-collaborator.
[Spoilers ahead]
Two years later, β€œLoki” is back, and not a moment too soon. Though the show started the MCU’s Multiverse Saga on a high note, the franchise’s latest phase has since run into trouble onscreen and off. β€œAnt-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania” was a critical and commercial disappointment that failed to build on the goodwill generated by β€œLoki,” despite using some of the same concepts and characters. Meanwhile, Majors is facing trial for charges of assault and aggravated harassment against his former girlfriend, throwing Marvel’s plan to make his character the next Thanos-style archvillain into question. (Not that blockbuster business planning should be anyone’s main concern when it comes to allegations of domestic violence, but with this much money on the line, it is a concern to some.)
Such circumstances place a great deal of pressure and scrutiny on β€œLoki” Season 2, which has also seen some personnel shuffles behind the scenes. (Eric Martin takes over head writing duties from creator Michael Waldron, while sole director Kate Herron has passed the baton to a larger group led by collaborators Justin Benson and Aaron Morehead.) But while β€œLoki” remains a cut above other MCU shows, second only to β€œWandaVision,” Season 2 succumbs to the same traps the original story so cleverly avoided.
While the first episodes of β€œLoki” used its namesake as an audience surrogate, gradually laying out the purpose, customs and bylaws of the TVA, Season 2 begins in media res. Right away, Loki is tasked with finding Sylvie, figuring out why he’s hopscotching through time and navigating the chaos of a TVA workforce that’s just discovered all memory-wiped variants from β€œsevered” β€” or less euphemistically, eliminated β€” timelines. It’s a lot, perhaps too much, for both Loki and the viewer to process, especially since the story feels increasingly unmoored from Loki’s own journey of (literal) self-discovery.
Instead, the season introduces new MacGuffins like the Temporal Loom and characters like Ourobouros (Ke Huy Quan), a kind of cosmic IT guy tasked with keeping TVA equipment in shape. There’s frantic motion and momentum, but not as much of a sense of who wants what, and why, when it comes to complicated questions of personal autonomy versus the collective good. In fact, one gets the sense that β€œLoki” maintains the breakneck speed precisely so it doesn’t have to slow down and root the action in its characters’ wants and needs. Online explainers will surely lay out the logistics in exhaustive detail, but they can’t create the sense of emotional urgency the season palpably lacks.
At least there are the performances, delivered by an ensemble within the MCU’s mega-ensemble that remains one of its best. On an extended victory lap after his Oscar win for β€œEverything Everywhere All at Once,” Quan brings an antic energy to Ourobouros, or OB, that complements the wacky hijinks he’s asked to facilitate. Rafael Casal is less well-served as a TVA employee who’s barely introduced before becoming a fugitive we’re told is crucial to the plot, though through no fault of his own. And when taken on its own terms, Majors’ work as He Who Remains in his various incarnations is an idiosyncratic and strangely magnetic break from Marvel house style β€” though whether it should be considered separately from his off-set behavior is another question entirely.
The playful, inventive visuals also continue to give β€œLoki” an added edge, from the crammed gadgetry of OB’s workshop to a quick detour in 1970s London to an entire episode set in 19th century Chicago. But where everything from the set design of the TVA to its complicated cosmology once felt in service to Loki’s burgeoning ability to feel camaraderie and love, the hierarchy now feels reversed. Even though, via spoiler-y means, Loki and Mobius do get to resume their buddy routine, there’s less space for either their friendship or Loki’s bond with Sylvie when everyone is racing around for unclear reasons. β€œLoki” is still a good time, but despite the renewal, it may not have been built for a long one.
#loki#loki series#loki season 2#review#Variety#tom hiddleston#article#loki spoilers#spoilers#spoiler
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magicoldcottage Β· 2 years
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Are you a worried Christian, conflicted because you are being drawn to a pagan path but concerned for your mortal soul due to your upbringing.Β 
The number of people going to Church is declining year on year, pews are empty and many churches have simply had to close their doors. The number of people however who identify as pagan is growing rapidly as people discover a more flexible approach to spirituality. In this post I hope to put your mind a rest by giving a different view point to the common concerns of those thinking of converting.
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Am I going to hell?
Nope it doesn't exist, even in the original bible. The original Hebrew bible does not contain the word "hell" neither did the original copies. It was only much later in the King James bible that it became common. It is thought to be a miss translation that originally simple meant the grave. It could have been added to help keep parishioners in line, as priests ever since have used it as their main sermon to "Drive in the fear of God". One theory is that it was actually added to help convert Nordic pagans who stuck rigidly to their beliefs. So Helheim one of the nine worlds and ruled by Loki's daughter Hel (keep in mind this religion predates Christianity) simple led to Hell. The images that the world hell brings to mind are mostly thanks to a 14th century poem called Divine Comedy, describing Dantes decent through the circles of hell and the artwork this has generated. So you shouldn't be worried about something add just to keep parishioners compliant.
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But the church says witches are evil!
As Christianity grew the male leaders became concerned that women and some men were not converting and choosing to stick to their pagan beliefs. It was only in the year 906 that a church law was added to state that "the operation of witchcraft was heresy". However the actual text is aimed more at stamping out the remaining pagans who worshipped "Diana the goddess of pagans" in their words and trying to make her appear evil. The idea didn't really catch on and it took another 300 years till pope Gregory IX authorized the killing of witches and then things got really bad. Pagan traditions threatened the churches control and had to be stamped out, this was far more about power than anything else, control the religion control the people. Ask yourself what is more evil, a maid who makes healing potions and is the local midwife or a religion that authorised the killing of between 5 and 9 million people just because they didn't follow them? Sometimes to maintain power and keep a people in line you need to create a common enemy, Witchcraft simply provided an easy target. "Evil is as Evil does" and one of these practices is far worse than the other.
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But I want to still believe in God!
So do, don't confuse Faith and Spirituality with Religion. Christianity at its core is just a book written by men who died a long time ago and used as a way to control people, bringing themselves riches and power, they are not the only way to their god. There are lots of other Religions that also believe in one true god that are not Christianity. Splitting yourself off from Christianity does not mean you have to give up your faith. Those in pagan traditions who follow a different deity mostly do so because they have been drawn to them not because they are forced to do so. With Modern witchcraft there are no rules and you are free to discover your own path, make your own decisions and question everything, instead of following a religious dogma blindly.
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Can I still follow the Christian Celebrations like Christmas?
Yes they are pagan not Christian. From the Bible we read that the Sheppard's were tending their flock when Jesus was born. This only occurs during lambing season so would put his birth in spring. So why do we celebrate at mid winter. Pagans were already celebrating hard at the winter solstice, Christianity at the time was seen as rather dull and restrictive. So Christmas was created to help people to convert and the traditions continued although the church never really approved, indeed various attempts were made to rein in the event which went against a lot of church doctrine. Before the Christian Easter was conceived pagans were celebrating "Eostre" a fertility goddess who's celebrations revolved around eggs and bunny's (Sound familiar). Christianity really didn't bring any new traditions here but joined in with the rebirth theme. Ps even your christmas tree was a pagan tradition from Germany.
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Can I still go to Church?
You wouldn't be the first pagan to do so, In Dorset so popular was witchcraft that in 1816 a full 50 men and women from the Methodist church were expelled for being witches (that’s one heck of a coven). Not put off they simply moved to a local building and continued to practice there for 10 years before being allowed to return to the church. Interestingly the building became affectionately known as Conjurers Lodge.
Lots of Churches are built on important pagan sites and aligned to celibrate the solstice. A good example is the Isle of Portland. The two main churches β€œSt Andrew’s (built abt 1150) and St George’s” (blt 1754) were specifically aligned for solstice worship, even though this meant that St Georges ended up on barren area with few people. Β St Andrews receives the sunrise on the winter solstice and St George is aligned for the sunrise on the Summer Solstice. Pagan practice hidden in plain sight.
I should warn however that openly coming out as Pagan to other church goers is normally going to get you kicked out or worse. So tread carefully.
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What about my Immortal Soul?
The idea of a soul came originally from Plato and other Ancient Greek philosophers long before Christianity. In Hebrew the person is split into your inner self (Nephesh) this how you see yourself, it also describes your body (Flesh and bone) and your outer appearance (Shem) which is how you are seen by others including your reputation. The original bible simply referred to a persons Nephesh. This was later translated as a soul and far more meaning added to it. If a soul exists it is yours, not a religions. It is a part of who you are and will remain with you no matter what.
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olderthannetfic Β· 2 years
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Your posts about Rhodey/Tony and slash and black Only Sane Men best friends made me think of American Gods, the series with Ricky Whittle as Shadow. Haven't actually watched season 3 yet, and I also haven't interacted with the fandom in a good while, but I remember that back when season one had just dropped, there were lots of Shadow/Mad Sweeney shippers.
I think many people find Only Sane Man types more compelling (and so, more shippable) as the fish-out-of-water protagonists falling deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of weirdness. Shadow started out working for Mr. Wednesday, following his orders no matter how strange they initially appeared and being the straight man character for his eccentricities to bounce off of, but he never felt like anyone's long-suffering babysitter or nagging mother hen. He had his own troubles, his own sad past as a woobie who got out of jail only to find out the woman he loved had cheated on him with his friend and then died, and scary supernatural shit kept happening to him despite him just wanting a quiet life and a job. And Mad Sweeney was just the aggressive prick who picked a fight with him for no reason, got tangled with him and his zombie ex due to a freaky chain of events that Shadow had absolutely no way to know he was starting, and resented him enough for that to give shippers an unintentionally very gay line like "damn is dark eyes!" that made it into a bunch of crackvids as That One Gay Moment and on many Tumblr blogs as an OTP tag. So right from the beginning, it was clear they were probably never gonna have a "black guy cleaning up after the white guy's messes" thing going on.
And sure, there were also many people shipping Mad Sweeney with Laura, because they had more scenes together and more of an established dynamic... and it was a dynamic where they were both always snarking at each other even when being stuck together, at that. But they often had to deal with a "how dare you ship Laura with anyone, she's a bitch and evil and we as the audience are meant to hate her!!" crowd that sounded suspiciously like many other "don't you dare put a woman between my slash ship" crowds.
Also, a bit off topic from my point but while I never really felt the urge to ship Rhodey/Tony, I also never really understood why Steve/Tony was so popular in MCU fandom before Civil War. My impression when trying to figure it out after watching The Avengers was that comic fans were just really excited to have a liveaction adaptation of a ship that had had years of development (and a Steve/Fem!Tony wedding in a parallel universe, I think?) through the years in comic form... and their enthusiasm ended up dominating the fandom for a while, leaving not a lot of space for other ships. I think the only one somewhat able to rival Steve/Tony was Tony/Loki, but the main Loki ship at that point was Thorki, so Tony/Loki was considered a bit of a crackpair anyway...
I have to say I never checked on Rhodey/Tony before that, though. I just always assumed it had kind of dropped from the face of fandom partly due to the recasting and partly due to people jumping ship to Steve/Tony.
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Steve/Tony was pretty popular because of existing comics fans (and fic), yeah. I didn't remember it being quite so overwhelming.
Right now, the sidebar for MCU on AO3 looks like this:
James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers (58243)
Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (35675)
Peter Parker & Tony Stark (26000)
Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (21178)
Loki/Thor (Marvel) (14221)
James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader (14103)
James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers (11546)
Loki/Tony Stark (11502)
Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov (11474)
Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (10812)
If I filter by time for 2012 and before, it looks like this:
Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (2874)
Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (1984)
Loki/Thor (Marvel) (1451)
Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov (1372)
Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (1108)
Loki/Tony Stark (843)
Bruce Banner/Tony Stark (833)
Jane Foster/Thor (548)
James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers (418)
Loki & Thor (260)
Stony had more of a lead than I realized at the time, but this was also the height of inexplicable Clint/Coulson's reign. I think some of the Pepperony never made it off of LJ and other sites too.
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I haven't seen American Gods, but having a leading role usually helps with those writing problems. A canon can still decide to sideline a major character in favor of other characters (Star Wars, I'm looking at you), but a show lead is in a lot less danger of feeling like a babysitter. Even if he ends up cleaning up someone's messes or something, he's more of an audience surrogate annoyed about this job or worried about his friend or having some emotion the audience is supposed to pay attention to and give a fuck about. The classic sidelined supportive best friend ensemble character feels like a prop because the audience is never invited to know or care how he feels about what he's doing. He's not an audience surrogate. He's not someone whose interiority matters.
That's the real key: interiority. Plenty of media represents minority characters as sexy or cool or some other positive attribute but doesn't invite us inside their head and thus subtly tells us that they're set dressing, not a person. A lead who drives the plot is generally written better.
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akiology Β· 7 months
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sigyn and loki….(detective) prince and princess….soulmates…
i keep thinking of how y/n’s arcana would probably be judgement, but if akechi had to choose an arcana for y/n, it would be the world- because she is his world. akechi heartbreak when he learns she’s a phantom thief (probably through something very stupid because he’d know her so well. any ideas on that stupid thing thoughβ€¦πŸ‘€ perhaps his tendency to see through anything she says? a small scratch that he worries about?)
BUT! think yusuke and reader!! yusuke being incredibly artistic and reader being musical!! reader composing pieces for him and about the two of them! yusuke creating a piece of both of them together!! a painting he’d proudly show his teachers and ask to be placed in a gallery!!
- πŸ’Œ anon
reader's arcana would depend on their life and struggles!
each arcana represent the main defining struggle (or perhaps even the root of their struggles), and how they choose to go about the situation. the justice arcana in particular are usually associated with fairness, or rather the lack of it most of the time. like akechi, and his views on justice and want to exact revenge on shido for his mother (the unfair situations he and his mother were left with). another example is nanako (p4), where even though her mother was the one who died, it sort of felt like her father died with her. her father was always working, leaving nanako to be by herself most of the time (dojima is very strict with her, but at the same time leaving her alone most of the time. feels sorta unfair, huh?) i also think (personal interpretation) most justice arcanas redefine the meaning of justice in their own ways. (akechi's whole arc, nanako at the climax of p4 story). i would go on about the other justice arcanas but it would be too long HSDAHSDSD
THE WORLD ARCANA PICKUP LINE IS GOLD THO
AAAAA i actually want to make a musically-inclined s/o with yusuke... its such an interesting concept. s/o would be the subject for most of yusuke's artworks and yusuke would be the subject for most of s/o's songs... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i have a personal headcanon that even if yusuke is not a singer he would be able to hold a tune . . . like maybe s/o samples some of the voiceclips they have of him . like maybe yusuke whistling can be heard in the background of one of their songs. . . or maybe yusuke could be a backup vocalist for reader!?@?!
aaaaa . . . so many ideas but i am swamped w work rn . .. thanks for sending this in!
#akiology talks#πŸ’Œ anon#SORRY I WENT ON A TANGENT#I REALLY LOVE TALKING ABOUT THE ARCANAS#because i realized most of my favs were emperors#aka akihiko sanada#and kanji tatsumi#and YUSUKE KITAGAWA
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not-close-to-straight Β· 2 years
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Hi! I love your writing so much!! It's so wonderfully detailed and intricate! It's such a joy to read!!! Which is why I ask: any tips? How did you write like this/learn to? Any book recs? I am AMAZED at your word count (it took me like 6 months for 50k lol *dies*) and I would really appreciate any advice from an expert to a novice!
Also Rebellious!Tony & Natasha (and Loki's whole shtick) gives me life. There's NOTHING better than seeing omegas put alphas in their place.
Thx for answering if you do!
Please keep up the good work and stay safe! The world needs your words <3
Aw thank you! To be very honest, I'm amazed and maybe a little horrified at my word count too. Idk what happened between 2017 Kara who had never even heard of fanfiction, and 2022 Kara who can't write a short story to save her life lolol
Oh yeesh, I feel like I'm FAR from an expert on writing. I just need the pictures in my brain to chill out so I can get some In Real Life things done and the easiest way to make that happen is to write?? Learned later in life that the urgency attached to "must get pictures out of my brain" is due to the *neurodivergency* so that's fun.
Maybe.... one piece of advice? For writing? Let the stories do what they want to do.
And by that I mean, give yourself the flexibility to deviate from an outline or ideas or the initial tone of the fic if that's where you think the characters are leading you. Add in side characters maybe for plot reasons, maybe just for fun, maybe to further round out your mains. Let yourself answer the "what if" question and don't be afraid to delete things (or at least move them to a "later" folder) if it just isn't working. Trying to force characters and plotlines to do things they don't want to do is a sure fire way to run right the hell into writers block.
My favorite example of this in my own writing is my 2018 fic "Pirate's Heart." Pirate's Heart was supposed to be a fairly straightforward "innocent!Tony stows away on Pirate!Stucky's ship and ends up falling in love", I planned out between 15-20 chapters which would have been close to 40k words which was my average for long stories at the time, I was pretty sure I could crank it out in a month.
Pirate's Heart ended up at 51 chapters and over 250k words and I cannot express to you enough how I was literally just along for the ride with that story. I just kept asking myself "what if?" and the story just kept growing. First it was small things like "what if Steve was conflicted about loving Tony but Bucky was all for it?" which led to some really really beautiful Stucky moments. Then it was "what if Obadiah was involved in the slave trade" which spun off into a whole secondary plot that involved Tony running away from Stucky and meeting all sorts of side characters like Pirate Queen Diana and Valkyrie, meeting Wade Wilson to train himself with swords, a Stan Lee Cameo, Obadiah dying in pretty gruesome fashion and then Tony taking BACK to the seas to rejoin Stucky and restart the romantic arc. At one point I asked "ooh what if Thor was around!" and then there was a whole OTHER story line involving a paradise style island that served as the perfect location for love confessions, then weddings and honeymoons and Thor with braids down his back wearing a loin cloth...it was a whole excellent thing.
Pirate's Heart taught me to let stories do what they want and to always ask "what if" cos usually the answer is AMAZING.
Does this help? I feel like I give terrible advice. But this is what works for me. Basically unless a fic is a commission (and honestly, even then) I just sort of let it do what it wants and then we end up with these massively long sweeping epics of long stories and short stories that still hit 20k because hey, that's short for ME, I'm trying my best.
Thank you for the comment!
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