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villainousshakespeare · 2 years

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 10

Loki/OFC Rated M (may go up to E in future chapters) Trigger Warnings: Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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It was early afternoon before Caroline was ready to leave the cabin. She doubted whether or not she would be able to convince Loki to take her on regular trips to the village, so she wanted to be sure that she found everything she needed today. Or, she modified with a sigh, as close as she could come to what she needed. She had to admit that what had started out as a truly ambitious project was quickly becoming a hail Mary play. The list of stores Loki had provided would hardly rival New York City for variety, and even in that metropolis she was sure to have to improvise some of what she sought.

She took some time making her game plan. Caroline liked plans. Her personal life might be a disaster, her apartment (when she had been allowed to live there) was utter chaos, but when she approached a project, she liked to have a well thought out strategy. That way, when something went wrong, she was prepared with alternate options.

So, it was list in hand that she strode into the living room in to find Loki. She had dressed practically in a chunky pink sweater and fleece lined black pants that she found in one of the bags he had brought back for her. He seemed to have decided that colors in the pink/purple/dark blue category suited her best, as most of the items purchased were in those colors. A long, deep blue parka had also been provided, and she carried it over one arm.

"Loki?" she called as looked around and found the room empty.

"One moment," came a reply from the kitchen, "just packing away some cocoa for the walk. I have found that the beverage helps to warm the insides."

"And is delicious as well!" she added, happy at the idea.

"I am rather fond of it," he agreed, walking out of the kitchen.

Caroline stared at him in disbelief. The voice coming out of him was the same low, sinful caress of tones that made her toes curl in the most awkward way, but it was not Loki who spoke with it. Gone was the straight, dark hair and pale skin that she was used to. In their place, his head was topped with a riot of springy curls colored a dark golden shade over sun bronzed skin lightly dusted with freckles. His eyes, a gray blue now just a few shades away from the green that she was used to, sparkled with mischief as he looked at her gaping.

"Something wrong, darling?" he asked innocently.

"You look different," she blurted out, then wanted to smack herself on the forehead for her stupidity.

"Well?" he prompted, turning about. "Do you like it?"

Caroline stared at him some more, mulling over the question. There was a definite boyish appeal to the look. The same mischief sparkled in his eyes, but the less severe coloring made it come off as playful more than devious. He would get away with more with this face, she decided. Ironically, it was more deceitful than the guarded look she had grown accustomed to.

"You look sweeter," she told him. "More approachable."

"I see," for some reason he sounded slightly disappointed.

"I much prefer the evil Christmas tree look" she continued with a grin.

"Evil Christmas tree?" Loki's voice rose noticeably as he repeated her phrase.

"Dark, mysterious, spikey, but very luxurious. And I just want to hang little things off of it. It suits you. This is too ordinary. Probably better for maintaining a low profile though than your real coloring?"

"Considering my real coloring is blue with red eyes, I would have to say yes."

His voice had reverted to that self-lacerating tone that it always took on when discussing his origins, and Caroline let out a sigh. She could only imagine what he looked like in his Jotun shape, but really by this point unless he was covered in venom and spikes it could not be as bad as he was making it.

"How often have you seen your real form?" she asked. "That you remember, I mean."

"Not often," he said carefully. The look on his face was warry and answered her slowly. "I saw my arm turn blue when the Frost Giant touched me on the Jutonhiem. Then, when I held the casket both in the vault and to use its powers I could feel the change in my body and see the color of my hands."

"Is that it?"

"During my... time with Thanos and The Other. They did things to me. Torture. Some of the time, there was a mirror there so that I could watch as they tortured me. I was in and out of consciousness for much of it, but I do remember that at one point I came to only to find my natural form had taken over. I was hideous. Blue skin covered in markings, horned like a beast, eyes a cruel, glowing red. Instead of teeth, I had fangs. Claws in place of fingernails."

The loathing in his voice tore at Carolines heart, and she reached out and placed her hand against his newly freckled cheek. His eyes darted to hers and away again, as if afraid to see fear or disgust in her glance matching his own.

"So in other words," she said softly, "you saw small sections of your perfectly formed body change color on a few brief occasions. Other than that, the only idea of what you look like comes from visions shown to you by enemies bent on torturing you to a breaking point so that they could turn you against others. Is that about right?"

He looked up quickly at her, a flash of hope shining in his eyes before fading again to dispair.

"I have seen other Jotuns, Caroline," he reminded her. "I killed my own father after lengthy discussions with him. I know what they look like."

"But you do not know what you look like as one," she pressed. "Tell me, how does the glamor that makes you look Asgardian work? Is it your doing, or Odins?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Well, someone decided to make you look this way. If it was Odin who changed your appearance, why would he make you as you are?"

"So unappealing you mean?" he laughed bitterly.

"I'm not say I find you unappealing," she rolled her eyes.

"You find me appealing then?"

"Stop that!" she snapped. "Every time things get uncomfortable for you, you attempt to distract me with flirtation. Based on this alone you know that I find you attractive. I know that you are only flirting to drive me away from a touchy subject, and it is not going to work. Now, we have discussed the fact that Odin prized size and strength such as Thor possessed. Following that, if his plan was to disguise you and claim you as his son, it stands to reason that he would form you into something more in that mold. Why make you dark haired and slender? Why not a big, blond mountain like your brother?"

"So, you think I somehow controlled the shift?" he sounded intrigued now.

"Maybe. Creatures of all kinds adapt in order to survive. Maybe you sensed that Odin would not accept you as you were and morphed into something he could pass off as his own."

"If that is the case, I could have done a much better job of it, as you so kindly pointed out."

"Maybe you chose a shape and coloring to suit your personality," she grasped about, trying to follow a logic she could almost see. "Or perhaps your true form is closer to how you look normally than you even realize. Your father - that is Odin - claimed that Laufey left you because you small, correct?"

"He did."

"Why would that be?"

"I have no idea," he was closed off again, guarded, but Caroline could not let it go.

"The magic you possess, is it a Jotun trait?" she asked suddenly.

"No... there is some magic on Jotunhiem, but it is different. More about controlling the ice and snow, as one might expect."

"Where does it come from then? Yours, I mean. You learned it from Frigga, so it is Asgardian?"

"She is Valar, actually," he corrected her, eyes thoughtful now. "Close to Asgardian, but not quite the same."

"So, you are able to do magic performed by the Valar and Asgardians. Loki, is it possible your mother - your birth mother, I mean - was of one of those races?"

"I have never considered that," he replied cautiously. "Intermating between the species is rare, but not impossible."

"It would explain so much," Caroline said, excitedly. "Why you were small for a Giant, your affinity for magic, the transformation you made from your Jotun to your Asgardian form."

"There is something in what you say."

"If that is the case, then is this form - or at least the one you usually wear - any less you than the Jotun one? And come to that, need they be so different? Perhaps both the Loki you show to the world and the Loki your former captors showed to you are both exaggerations of the truth. Perhaps the real you lies somewhere in the middle."

She stopped suddenly nervous she had gone too far. The train of logic had excited her, but she worried that he would find it presumptuous on her part to hypothesize over something so personal to him. She cast a glance at his altered face to see if she could read it for a clue as to how he was taking her suggestion.

"You have given me much to think about," he said at last. "We should get going. If you insist on making this trip, we need to leave soon if we hope to have time to get your purchases."

"We will not be getting them," she reminded him. "I will be getting them while you mind your own business."

"As you say," his voice was dramatically weary, comical when paired with the face he currently wore. "Let us get this over with."

"Just one minute," she stopped him, pulling on her parka. "I saw a sled in the closet that I think will be just the thing!"

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She was truly a baffling and infuriating woman. During the two hour walk to the village, Caroline had pestered Loki about his time spent in these parts before, dropped on more than one occasion to the ground in order to flail her arms and make some sort of shape on the ground, pointed out every random creature that passed their way, and for no reason he could fathom pelted him with snow. He was beginning to think that she was the one in need of therapy.

None of which explained why he was in such a lighthearted mood when they finally arrived, both damp and bedraggled looking, at the outskirts of the small town. He could only surmise that she was slowly dragging him into what was clearly delirium along with her.

"Alright," she demanded as they perused the quaint looking buildings, "give me some money, hand over the sled, and make yourself scarce."

"I really don't understand -"

"No, you don't, and you're not supposed to," she cut him off, a stubborn look settling onto her pretty face. "Money. Sled. Leave."

"Very well," Loki sighed, magicking off the wet snow from his clothing and hair as he produced a roll of bills from thin air.

"That's a neat trick!" Caroline remarked.

"Easily done," he played off the complement. "I can just as easily store your purchases there when you are finished. There was no need to make me drag along this old thing."

"I meant drying your clothes," she corrected him, taking the money and the sled. "I've seen you do the invisible pocket thing before. And I am not handing over my purchases for you to peak at as you squirrel them away. As for the sled, I told you I would pull it myself."

"You were too busy rolling about in the snow," he said dryly.

"You are no fun," laughed his irrepressible companion. "I don't suppose you could dry me off as well."

"I would far rather make you more wet," he purred, leaning towards her, only drop a large handful of wet snow down the back of her coat.

Caroline shrieked loudly, hopping about as she worked the snow out of her garments.

"Oh, I will get you for that," she promised him.

"Just trying to get into the spirit of things," he smirked. "And to show you that my flirting with you is not always to avoid a conversation."

"Point taken, now dry me? Please?" she batted her eyes fatuously at him.

With a laugh that felt remarkably genuine, Loki waved a hand and complied with her request. He was glad, he realized suddenly, that he had agreed to this outing with her. Glad in fact for the entire series of events that had forced him to take up refuge with this quirky, amusing mortal who teased him and challenged him but never looked on him with fear. He was tired of being feared. Oh, it could be useful at times, and it was far preferrable to being pitied or ignored, but the easy trust with which Caroline regarded him was like a balm to Loki's bruised soul.

"Excellent," she smiled up at him as he complied with his request. "Thank you, Mischief."

"It's a title, not a name," he smiled back.

"It's fitting, and I like it," she countered. "Alright, I'm off."

"And what do you expect me to do while you are on your secret mission?"

"Oh, skulk about brooding, get a drink, learn to make snow angels, seek out a good sacrifice, whatever Gods do in such situation," she replied airily. "I'll meet you in the tavern in three hours."

"Three hours!" he exclaimed.

But by that time, she was already traipsing away, small child's toy dragging behind her. He would never understand mortals, Loki sighed.

He had just been to the village the day before; he had no real need to be here now. At a loss, he wandered aimlessly for a bit, glancing in windows and nodding to the odd passerby.

He had shaded his hair a lighter color for the journey, startling Caroline when he had emerged from the cabin earlier. There was no need to go about announcing his presence. The copper curls would disguise him a bit from prying eyes. Her eyes had narrowed, taking in his appearance, and Loki had known the strangest sensation of fear that she might like this more human looking version of him better than his usual form. The relief he had felt when he discovered she did not was far greater than the realization should have merited. What did it matter what one mortal thought of him?

He did care what she thought. He cared a great deal, in fact.

She was perceptive, he told himself, and because of that of course her assessment would carry more weight. Why, it had not occurred to him until she suggested it that his birth mother might not be Jotun. Now that the idea was in his head, it made sense to him. Indeed, he wondered why he had not thought of it himself.

It was his love for Frigga, he suspected. It was far easier to imagine a different father, even if that father was Laufey. He loved Odin despite everything, but theirs was hardly a close relationship. In his youth, he had even imagined on occasion that Frigga might have deceived Odin and conceived her second son with someone other than her husband. Loki's true father, he tried to tell himself as a lonely boy, must have been a great magician and scholar who would love him desperately.

The fantasy had been nothing more than a young child's folly, but it showed that even back then Loki could picture someone else in the position of father to him. Frigga, on the other hand, was his mother and nothing and no one would ever take her place. She was his source of love and his anchor in a hard world. To consider even for a moment that someone else could take her place was betrayal of the worst sort. He had never thought of who his birth mother might be.

Caroline had. Caroline had walked through the questions in a logical, thought filled way. He didn't know if the answer she suggested would prove to be true, but it was a possibility that would explain much.

Loki had not been looking for explanations when he had brought up his true form. He had done it to distract her, much as she accused him of doing with the flirting. He had been feeling uncomfortable with her reaction to his change. He wanted her to find him more attractive as himself and was irritated that he cared so much. To punish himself for this and to throw her off balance, he had reminded her of his true, monstrous nature.

It should have pushed her away. With any other person he could think of, it would have.

And there was the crux of the issue. Loki was an expert at reading people. Asgardian, human, it made little difference. He excelled at observing others and working out exactly what their reactions would be to any given situation. It was what made him such a formidable tactician. He had needed such a strength growing up, the Norns knew. Being a smaller boy in a world of hulking warriors, it was advisable to be able to predict what was coming one's way.

Yet with Caroline, every time he thought he knew how she would react she somehow proved him wrong. She should have shrunk from him when he tried to intimidate her in the SHIELD facility. She should have slapped him and walked away when he had made his overly lascivious comments. She should definitely have been distraught when he had whisked her away magically to the other side of the Earth without a word of warning. Instead, she had shrugged her delicate shoulders and carried on with more courage than any of his father's generals.

It drove him to distraction how immune to his defense mechanisms she had proven to be. If he couldn't scare her away, what if she decided to stay? What if, in spite of all of his bad behavior towards her, Caroline remained in his orbit long enough for Loki to develop real, honest emotions towards her? If he came to rely on her and the way she made him feel?

Frantically, his mind reeled away from the thought. He was a God, a Prince, a onetime King. He needed no one, certainly not some little mortal woman whose entire life was a mere chapter in his at best. Trusting in others was a trap. They inevitably lied to you, let you down, or worse, actively sought to hurt you. Loki had learned at an early age that self-reliance was the only way to make sure that you were not betrayed. And even then, his own mind had betrayed him, giving in to the anger and vengeance Thanos had fed him through the Mind Stone.

Was he doomed then to suffer? Was that his lot in life, penance for some sin committed before he was even born? Was there something about him that demanded he be alone forever?

Caroline didn't think so. She had told him as much in their first meeting. She saw more in him than a monster, or a lacking second son. She thought he only flirted with her as a distraction. It had started that way, he could admit. She was pretty, and it was easier to proposition her for some meaningless physical contact then to actually let himself be open.

He still wanted that physical closeness, wanted it even more, but he did not want it to be meaningless. It terrified him, but when he thought of the embrace she had given him the night before, or even of the hand she had laid upon his cheek earlier that day, he craved that tenderness. She had reminded him that kindness could exist. He had almost forgotten. Loki wanted more of that kindness, that warmth from her. He wanted to show her warmth in return. He only hoped that it had not all been frozen out of him.

So this is more meandering than I anticipated, but I am really enjoying delving into what is at the root of Loki's angst. Hope you are finding it at all interesting! Love you all.

#Loki #Loki fanfic #Loki/OFC #Romance #Slow Burn #therapy #therapist ofc #mention of past torture #Loki needs a hug #on the run #eventual smut #I promise #Loki Meta #Therapist/patient relationship #jotun loki #past abuse #post avengers Loki

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textsfromthetva · 6 months

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+ rare bonus Avengers

Loki + tumblr [111/?]

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alliesway · 7 months

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THEY HAVE DONE IT ONCE AGAIN.

#throwback to my 2021 post lol #marvel #loki series #loki season 2 #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #wandavision #wanda maximoff #avengers #tony stark #steve rogers #meme #mcu

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artgroves · 7 months

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Things you can find on the fridge at Avengers Tower, probably

For the @dayoffzine

#Steve Rogers #Sam Wilson #Avengers #Okoye #Loki #marvel fanart #Natasha Romanov #Peter Parker #Heroes Day Off Zine #Thor #Matt Murdoch #Lucky the Dog #Thank you again mods for the opportunity to draw the zine's cover!#I just received my copy a few weeks ago and I'm so happy to have been included!#this zine was produced last year so it's a late post but hey it's a post!#The Steve reference is a little cryptic but hopefully you can spot it :D

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literally-noone83 · 2 months

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Silver Tongue

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A/n: Idk what this is. This thing has been sitting in my drafts for so long, and I haven't posted in forever... so. I finally finished it. Here we go, enjoy.

He could listen to you for hours...

The God of Mischeif, the silvertongue of Gods, he's the God who loved to hear himself speak. Words dripped from his lips like honey, or boomed from his depths in power. He enjoyed talking, it was his tool beside his dagger he welded equally graceful and skillfully.

He'd use it to spark the fear in cowering swine, use it to make snide and conniving comments to wound up midgard's heroes, or to caress your ears just to see you go flush red. His words were his way to get what he wanted but... he found your words all the more captivating.

It wasn't like you were doing this on purpose. On the contrary, you found yourself trying not to spiel thoughtless things to the closest person. For the longest time, Loki saw you for your reverence, your shyness as you worked away in the Avengers Tower. He did know your voice tk be tender and sweet in the caveats of days that passed with your kind greetings, small talk with colleagues and phone messages at your desk, but the moment you got latched on to a topic... Loki found himself listening a little bit more closely.

He watched as your eye lit up, your soft lips breaking out into a grin, one that twitched hesitantly as ti contain the visible excitement he saw bubble up inside you. He'd interrupt anyone in the room that may have been talking over you just to inquire on this small matter with you — a book, a movie, a part of history, a niche topic, a notion — and naturally a blush threatened your cheeks. His eyes softened, nodding to letting you know he was listening and the ends of his lips lift to see that was all you needed -- a greenlight that someone cared. Your hesitant words grew to rants, knowledge flowing from you. Your articulation, the fine words you kept in your hidden reputiore, alongside these thoughts. Soon there were days it was just you and him, sitting somewhere hed catch up, comfortably laxed as he hummed at your shared conversations that transformed into your personal monologues hed sit audience to. All of which hed constantly instigate...

"The- then I read an article about ahh- uhm, L-loki?" You breath hitched and he smirked.

"Yes, darling?"

"You- uh, you sure you want me to..." You breath hitch at the way his breath fans your sensitive neck, "Oh yes, dear." His slender hands trail over you hips and god-perfect thighs under that hideous coat.

"Keep talking to me, you know how much I love your voice." His voice hums lowly, kissing that spot under your ear making your shudder slightly. "So sensitive..." He comments smugly.

He had you situated on your desk. Useless things in his eyes pushed to the side to make room for you. How you got into this situation, who knows. And most importantly, who cares? He stood between your legs, up and close tasting your skin and finally feeling how fucking maluable you are in the palm of his hands. Atlas, hearing you shudder and stutter in his ear, under his touch, it was like he was in Valhalla.

"mm darling~" He purrs. "I don't hear you talking..."

You face flushes. You couldn't think straight. "R-right."

"What this article about, hm? I'm listening..." His words end with another wet kiss to your collar bone. A badge of his sincerity.

"it... it was about mythological.... p-paintings." He hums against your skin, kisses trailing your delicate skin.

"Is that right?" He murmurs, before sucking experimentally on a spot only to smirk at the gasp and sigh he elicits from you almost instantly.

"A-about gods and hah..." Loki rubs circles over your hips. "About their heavenly battles," his hands run over your underside of your thighs, smoothing over the plushness before gripping it needily, "them as legends... their- their beauty." He pulls you close to the edge, and your eyes widen at the feeling of his bulge against your inner thigh.

"No need to read about gods when you already have one in the palm of your hands, darling." His snake-like gaze meets yours, his nose brushing yours. His emerald eyes glimmer at your flushed complexion. His fingers graze the band of your leggings. "May I?" He asks softly.

You nod your head.

In a rough yet swift motion, he easily pulls down your pants past your ass and down to your thighs. You watch as his gaze darkens at the sight and you blush, embarrassed. The way his eyes are glued to the wet patch over your clothed pussy makes you squirm. "Lokii..." You whine softly at his long silence. He ignores you. His slender fingers suddenly brush your damp panties, marvelling at the way your cunt involuntarily quivers. He could feel his cock twitch at the view.

His hand comes up hard against the underside of your thigh. The harsh slap echoes in the empty office space. He towers over you and your knees held together by the band of your leggings, hugging your thighs deliciously. One of his large hands pinning you in this position from the back of your knee while the other rubs the pink mark of your skin in forgiveness.

"You stopped speaking, my pretty dove~" He says. His palm travels to your drooling pussy, and he glances at it. The smug grin on his lips widens ever so slightly, satisfied by the growing dark spot on the thin fabric. He audibly groans at the feeling; the wetness pressed against his skin, the heat that radiates from you. All for him, he thinks.

"I want to hear it. Your melodic voice, darling." He continues. Your breath hitches as he drag his middle and forefinger down your slit so easily. "You may think no one's listening... the way you murmur and talk so sweetly, to even the most unworthy of such a sound..." His flattery words drip from his silvery tongue akin to honey and poison. "You have no idea the state you reduce me to when you whisper instructions in my ear when I'm on those god-awful missions... it's the only reason I keep attending." He preens, and he sinks a thumb in your clothed fold, a devilish smirk gracing his lips at your shocked and broken moan.

His eyes glimmered at the way you struggle to walk the line of thought and the abyss of pleasure. He leans down, his lips just tickling the shell of your ear. He breathes steadily compared to your laboured breaths, pausing for a moment to resist the urge to bite you before speaking, "So I want you to speak, my love. I want to hear you babble every frivolous thought as I ravish you. Fucking you to the sound of you trying to retain a single coherent notion. Choking on your words as I listen intently... giving you the attention you deserve, darling."

He pulls back slowly, his nose lightly caressing your cheek as he meets your cloudy eyes. Through hooded lids, his intense gaze flickers over your flushed expression. Your desperate eyes and parted lips, swollen from how much you bit them just to controll yourself — only makes him want to try harder to push you over the edge. You feel his thumb press up against the hood of your clit, and the way you whimper and pull at his clothes, tells him he's the first to ever touch you like this.

"Mm, would you like that?" He whispers. "Finally give you the attention you always deserved?"

He presses on your clit, "m- y-yes! Yes Loki, please." You blurt, you felt like you were going to cry.

"Oh darling..." He removes his hands off you to cup your face. A wanton whine bubbles up into your throat until the feeling of his lips against your forehead, dissolving your pent-up frustration for just a moment. "Patience." He says softly. "I'll give you want you so clearly desire..." His forehead touches yours. Burning hot skin against his contrastingly cool complexion.

However, looking up into his eyes, they were burning with want.

"Let's start with the article's first paragraph, shall we?"

He was going to eat you alive.

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jiyascepter · 5 months

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oml i love this set sm, i genuinely had fun making this one and loki looks so cute in his little santa cap 😭 lmk if ya'll want any other pattern in this!

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iam93percentstardust · 1 year

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one of the things that really bothers me about modern franchises, and in particular over the last 5 years or so, is their refusal to commit. what i mean here when i say this is that it's not uncommon for a major franchise to make a decision, whether about the plot or the characters, that should have had huge, world-changing consequences... and then just never address that again or worse, immediately go back and undo it. and i'm gonna pick on star wars and the mcu here because those are the two big franchises i'm into at the moment (and i think they're kind of the worst at this), but i don't want you to walk away from this thinking that this is solely a disney thing. i've seen this happen with game of thrones and supernatural and plenty of other non-disney franchises. spoilers ahead, you've been warned:

in ant-man & the wasp quantumania, scott and hope make the life-altering decision to stay behind in the quantum realm and defeat kang instead of going through the portal to return to their world. this should have been a huge meta decision for the mcu, and when i first saw it in theaters, my immediate thought was wow, what is this going to mean for the mcu going forward? are we going to get a movie/miniseries about scott and hope helping to rebuild the quantum realm? how are cassie, janet, and hank going to react to the losses of their loved ones (in some cases, for the second time)? is cassie going to become the "first" young avenger because she has to take her father's place among the team lineup (and i only say first because as of this moment, none of the other young avengers introduced to the franchise are official avengers yet)? except nope, because less than 2 minutes later, cassie had fixed the portal that had broken way back at the beginning of the movie and brought scott and hope back.

and it felt like such a cheat. i was so disappointed in that theater, not as someone who was invested in these characters on a personal level (because yay, cassie gets her dad back!), but as someone who has spent years investing themselves in the story of the mcu. what was the point of wasting screentime on scott and hope accepting their new lives in the quantum realm if it was just going to immediately be undone? the entire scene could have been cut to scott and hope making it back bare seconds before the portal closed and it would have had the same emotional impact. there was nothing added by making scott and hope (and us) think that there was no way back only to rip the rug out from under us and go "gotcha! you really thought we were gonna give this movie a sad ending? haha! you're so dumb!"

and this isn't the first time the mcu has done this. one of the biggest complaints about endgame was the decision to set it five years in the future with no consideration for how that would actually change the setting of the mcu. characters were brought back to the exact place they disappeared from with no consideration for how things might have changed in the interim five years (like planes that weren't in the air anymore, buildings no longer standing, even just something as simple as a chair being unoccupied). and then the mcu didn't even really have the courage to address how this would have shaped the world other than a few jokes and making the bad guys in the falcon and the winter soldier people who cared about how the world had screwed them over during the blip.

and things like this happen over and over and over again. the accords are put into place in civil war, but by the time we get to she-hulk, they're gone with no explanation because, as best as i can tell, the writers didn't want to have to deal with the worldbuilding that went into the accords. gamora is killed in infinity war, but heaven forbid quill not have an emotional investment in a film he appears for maybe 10 minutes in so now she's back in endgame. steve got to go live in the past with his ex-girlfriend (which is in itself a refusal to commit after the mcu both gave her a different husband and had the woman herself tell him to move on) but we need to establish that messing with timelines is bad because that's what the entire next phase hinges on so actually his ending was predestined and it's only everyone else who can't change time. whoever took this entire town and also wanda hostage and forced them to live out a sitcom fantasy is bad and needs to be stopped but wait, it's actually wanda and she can't be the bad guy yet, we need her for doctor strange 2, so actually everyone's going to defend her now and say that no one else could ever possibly understand her grief. thor has decided to accept responsibility as king of asgard, but we can't use him for any more movies if he's stuck in asgard, so actually he's decided to pass it on to someone whose entire leadership capability is developed offscreen. i could list more examples but this is making me angry, so let's move on to star wars instead.

with star wars, i look at first the oft-quoted meme, "somehow palpatine has returned." yeah, i shouldn't really need to go into detail on how that counts as a refusal to commit but. the last jedi was a study in how johnson refused to commit to anything that abrams had laid down in the force awakens, but rise of skywalker was almost like abrams had looked at the franchise and said "screw you for taking it away from me, i'm going to come up with the most bullshit stuff just to spite you for doing that in the first place. and i'm going to start by undoing the most important plot point of the first trilogy: the emperor dies." and yeah, disney's kind of tried to salvage this by dropping hints into the bad batch and the mandalorian about cloning, but that only really works if you're watching the franchise chronologically and not considering that both of those series came out after rise of skywalker.

and then there's the mandalorian, my sweet summer child, who is, in my opinion, the worst at backtracking their plot points. i'm not entirely convinced that any of the higher ups for this show really knew what they were doing when they started working on it and i'm not convinced that they know what they're doing now. yeah, there's the tie-in to the last season of clone wars, but the mandalorian has managed to walk back pretty much every single major plot point it's had. din is this legendary warrior who can't be beat, but no one will watch this show if he defeats everyone too early, so he's constantly getting beat up (tbf, sometimes some of the fights he loses makes sense like the krayt dragon and the mudhorn, but a lot of them don't. at all). moff gideon is dead, no wait no he's not, now he's imprisoned, no wait no he's not, now he's definitely dead, you can totally believe us this time guys. grogu can use the force and must be placed with the jedi, but wait, the only person still actively teaching the way of the jedi is luke and all of his students will be brutally murdered ten years from now, and we can't have that, everyone will be mad at us for killing off such a cute character and no one will buy baby yoda dolls (and also we have to set up luke's character degradation from hopeful, believes-in-love cinnamon roll to "i'm going to kill my nephew") so in between seasons let's have grogu decide to go back to din (and don't even get me started on how frustrating it is that a casual mandalorian watcher also had to watch book of boba fett to understand why grogu is back). din has the darksaber now which makes him king of mandalore, that's totally going to be important and what the entire series has been building up to, right? wrong! he might have spent the first two seasons making connections, learning about the world outside his sheltered upbringing, and demonstrating the various qualities that would make for a good leader, but the entire third season will be about din realizing that actually he's super unworthy and the darksaber should actually go to someone who... saw an animal in the water.

and it's really, really frustrating as a viewer! because how am i supposed to get invested in any of these plot decisions when they almost always get reversed? why should i care that mj and ned have forgotten peter when ant-man 3 has shown me that they'll remember him the next time they're all on screen together? why should i care that tech is dead when half of the last season of clone wars was about how echo was actually alive? if none of these decisions have any permanence, then where are the emotional stakes? why should i watch your movie if all you're going to tell me is that nothing matters?

#and also i want to make a point that the early mcu did permanent stakes really well #iron man 1 ends with tony announcing that he's iron man and that's something that still resonated years later #the entire second film hinged on that one moment #loki falling into the bifrost is what leads him to the chitauri which is what kickstarted the avengers #steve is woken from the ice and the first organization who presents themselves as someone to trust is shield #which sets up the betrayal he feels in the winter soldier #these moments resonate throughout the first two stages and the decisions the characters made MATTERED #so you can't help but get invested because what if it's the wrong decision???#anyway i'm frustrated with the state of franchises #alle talks #long post

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lokisprettygirl · 6 months

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 36 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 37

Summary : Loki reminds you of the time you were made to forget.

Warning: 18+, Smut HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), timey wimey stuff topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love, infertility, discussion of pregnancy

Since you met Loki things have been strange to say the least, turns out Stephen hadn't invited him to his birthday party for no reason, there was a threat looming over everything in the name of a mad Titan named Thanos but they fixed it, Avengers did, and Loki was one of them now. His popularity had increased since then, he was a hero, he was the one who knew all about Thanos and helped Avengers come up with a plan, he finally had his chance at redemption and you had a feeling he'd forget all about you slowly once he realizes what earth had to offer to him but he didn't.

After the war with Thanos had ended, he was there at your door bruised and hurt, his eyes were teary, for a moment you thought he'd kiss you but he didn't. You had no idea how hard it was for him to resist.

After tending to his wounds-even though he didn't need it, you grabbed a towel and passed it to him and you had no idea why his eyes welled up when you ruffled his hair and asked him to wash his hair. Maybe he didn't like it when you told him that he looked like a pine tree.

The more time you spent with him the more he felt like a dream come true, he was soft and precious but he was also protective and fierce everytime he was in public with you, he wasn't afraid to be seen with you, he treated you as if you belonged to him in every possible way and you didn't know how to feel about that.

He was famous now and you didn't understand why he'd choose you of all people but the way he looked at you at times made you feel as if you were loved so deeply by him but why would he love you that way? It has merely been two months since he knew you.

There was a celebration at the Avengers tower and he wanted to take you with him, you weren't his girlfriend, not yet, so you felt really nervous about it, however you didn't deny the offer, you just wanted to be around him as much as you could, you wanted to cross all the lines of decency and devour him but something held you back, maybe it was fear, you feared that he'd lose his interest in you once he had you in that way.

You had been in the same situation a plenty of times before and you didn't want to ruin this friendship you had built with him so you stayed quiet and kept your feelings to yourself.

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Loki knew he had to tell you the truth sooner or later but he wanted to wait for the right moment, he wanted to gain your trust, your forgotten memories would feel too much at once and he didn't want to scare you away from him or make you feel as if he'd harm you or manipulate you in any ways.

That night at the tower as you accompanied him to the celebration he took you to his room, the room you both had been in countless times in other realities but you didn't remember, that's when he showed you his real self, his jotun form.

He just wanted to see how you'd react when you weren't really in love with him in the way you were before but the moment you hugged his giant blue body so tightly and showed no sign of discomfort, whatever miniscule amount of insecurity he had vanished as well.

You were made for him, just for him and he'd never let you go again.

"Happy birthday darling" you smiled as you heard his voice on the phone, so deep and raspy, his voice was one of the many countless reasons you were awake at night these days with your fingers playing with yourself.

"Thank you mister..you said you'd come see me but I don't see you here" you mumbled softly, you were in the kitchen making a cup of tea for yourself, you weren't really enthusiastic about turning 37 but having a new friend in life, a friend that actually cared about you was nice, you had no idea how you'd get over him if someday he'd leave you as well.

"You'd see me if you come to the door" as soon as he said that you leaped towards the door and there he was, in a fancy suit while you looked your usual homeless self. That was another thing you didn't quite understand, he never made you feel as if you had to pretend to be something you were not in front of him.

"What's the occasion?" You asked him as you looked at his fancy self so he smiled and walked closer to you to kiss your forehead.

"It's your birthday and I want to take you somewhere"

"I have to get ready?" you groaned so he cupped your cheeks and kissed the top of your head this time, his soft little kisses always made you yearn for more.

"You can come with me just the way you are love, you look beautiful" he mumbled in your ears as he kissed your cheek, you felt your skin tingling, one of these days you were going to cross all those boundaries you had confined yourself in.

"I'm not going out like this lo" he chuckled as you said that, you asked him to sit down on the couch as you went to the bedroom to change.

He liked this new place you had now but he didn't like it as much as he liked your old tiny apartment. He missed that place and if he was going to tell you the truth, it would be right there. That's where he had ended up the first time, that's when he had seen the prettiest girl in all of existence.

The place that had changed the course of his life should also be the one to change yours.

Once you got ready he teleported you both to your old place, just outside the door.

"Are we here to see Mrs Geller?" You chuckled as you asked him so he shook his head and took out a key to open the apartment you used to live in for what felt like ages ago.

"Why do you have the key?" There was a look of confusion on your face so he smiled to assure you, he hoped he wasn't coming across as a deranged killer.

"I own it now"

"You do?"

"Yes sweetheart"

As you entered the apartment you couldn't believe your eyes, you had left this place when you got married to Stephen, other tenants arrived and left in the meantime so you were surprised to see it look the same way you used to keep it, the furniture and by furniture you meant that ugly little sofa was still there, it even had the tiny little bed you had bought for yourself which surprised you because you had a feeling the other tenant had replaced it..

"I used to live here"

You turned around to look at him so he smiled,

"I know..do you trust me?" he asked you as he approached you so you nodded almost immediately. You trusted him with all your heart.

"What's going on lo?" You asked him softly, you did feel a bit apprehensive of the situation but it wasn't because of him, deep down in your heart you knew he'd never hurt you.

He hesitated before speaking, trying to find the right words to convey what he needed to say. "I need to tell you something important," he finally began. "It may be a lot to take in, and I know it's not easy, but it's something that happened to us, to me and you"

He looked at you with a mix of nervousness and excitement , not wanting to overwhelm you

"What do you mean? I don't understand" He cupped your cheeks and placed his forehead down on yours, his thumbs grazed over your cheekbones gently,

"Have you ever felt as if you were missing something, a part of your life that you couldn't remember?" He asked you softly and he could see the conflicting look in your eye,

"I did..all my life but more since I got older..i ..what's going on lo?" You asked him, suddenly feeling extremely anxious about what was to come..

"This is going to feel a lot at once my darling, but I need you to put your faith in me" Before you could say something else his fingers grazed over your temples and you finally recalled everything you had forgotten. Was it really forgotten or you never ever lived it at all? You couldn't figure it out just yet, he wasn't wrong it did feel overwhelming.

You saw it all, you went back to 2012 and you were here in the kitchen threatening him with a knife and then you remembered everything that had happened between you two after that. The friendship that bloomed, falling in love with each other..visit from Stephen and other Loki, reversing the timeline and then losing him again and then again, you suddenly had all those memories including the life you had lived in the past few years.

Your head was threatening to explode so you took a step away from him, he could tell that you felt scared of the situation and were trying to rationalize it, that's why he had to remember you because this would have been so much more difficult if he didn't.

"Princess"

You broke down into a fit of cry as he addressed you like that, the memories hit you like a wave in that moment and you weren't sure if you wanted to hold on or get swept away in it. It was like being pulled in two directions at once - you wanted to hold on to the memories and not forget, but at the same time, the pain and heartbreak that came with those memories was almost too much to bear. You weren't sure if you wanted to cling to the past or let it go, but either way, you knew that this moment would change everything.

"What is going on" you gulped as you questioned him, voice choked on your own tears, that was all you could manage to say to him.

Seven years you had been separated from him, for seven years you had to suffer just so the world could go on and be the way it was destined to be.

"I know it's a lot to take in sweetheart"

"You bet it is..i ..I don't...Oh god" you felt dizzy and he was immediately by your side to grab a hold of you, he'd never let you fall again "How did i…how could I forget you like that? Lokiii ..how couldn't i remember you..whyy didn't i remember you?" you whimpered as you looked up at him.

If you loved him so deeply then how did you forget?

"Because that's how it was supposed to be my love.. none of this was your fault" he placed his forehead down on yours and allowed you to cry because he knew after this he'd never ever make you cry like this again.

When you didn't remember him you felt so hollow and it all made sense now but now that you did remember him you couldn't fathom how you had gone seven years without him. It felt impossible.

"Please tell me we are going to be okay now, please I can't..I can't do this again baby" the pet name rolled off your lips so naturally that it didn't even make you flinch, all of a sudden you felt as if the life you had been living in the past seven years was an alternate reality that has never happened to you,

"I'm never ever leaving you again..I gave you my word didn't i? I'd tear apart the multiverse if it means I'd get to have you by my side"

He assured you and as he felt your arms around him everything was back to how it was supposed to be. He picked you up in his arms and walked towards the bed to lay you down on it, your face looked swollen from all the crying and he found it so adorable, as he took his jacket off you thought he was going to make love to you but as soon as he laid down next to you and snuggled himself against you, you knew he just needed to hold you in his arms. And you needed it desperately too.

That's how you both stayed there for what felt like hours even though it's barely been minutes..

"Lo?"

"Mmm"

"Who made you remember? Did she come?" You asked him so he looked at you and his eyes were filled with tears,

"She didn't have to make me remember" he propped himself on his elbows as he rubbed his face with his hand,

"What do you mean?"

"My memories weren't erased, i wanted to remember" you sat up on the bed as he said that, he had a feeling this would make you upset.

"Why? Why did you remember?" You asked him, you were shocked to say the least,

"So I could make you remember me when the right time would come..i didn't want to live without your memories.. didn't want to take a risk . I wanted to make sure I'd end up here with you" your eyes teared up so you crawled towards him and hugged him tightly,

"You remembered? How did you..god lo" you couldn't understand how he went seven years this way, waiting for the right moment to come back to you, you don't think you'd have been so strong and able to do the same and maybe that's why you had to forget him.

As you pulled away you kissed him as lovingly as you could and he pressed his head between the crook of your neck to suck on the soft exposed skin, your eyes fixated at the kitchen area and it felt surreal.

Time had come full circle.

Being here with him in the apartment where you had seen him the first time felt unreal, it felt like a dream but it was your reality, a beautiful reality that you'd get to live now.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked softly, always needing your consent even though his fingers were already fiddling with the zipper of your dress, instead of answering him with words you took his shirt off and that was all he needed.

He laid you down on the bed and he didn't even need to do much, you were already dripping wet for him so he waved his fingers and there was a condom in his hand,

"It's old..I sure hope it won't rip sweetheart"

You chuckled as he said that before your eyes teared up as you remembered something.

"It's ok..I can't..ummm I'm not really fertile" you gulped as you told him that but instead of a frown or worry there was a smile on his face,

"You are perfectly fertile my love"

"No you don't understand – with Stephen ..we tried ..i–" he placed his finger on your lips as you began to stutter.

"Shhhhh don't remind me of the fact that he got to touch you like that"

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry..did you ummm..did you sleep with other people?"

"Nooooo.."

"You haven't had sex in seven years?" Your eyes widened in surprise as you questioned him, sure he remembered you but he was a man, with needs, how did he not give into the temptations?

"You really think I'd betray you like that princess?"

"Lokiii..i wouldn't..god i love you" you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer to you to kiss him, a gasp escaped your lips as he slipped his cock inside you at the same time, building up a slow rhythm he kept his eyes on you, reeling in every second of this glorious moment..

"Haven't you noticed something?" He asked you so you looked at him intently,

"What?'

"You haven't aged a day since you turned thirty?"

"I have..I'm older now lo" you giggled and norns he had missed all of this so badly he still felt as if he was in a dream.

"You feel that way but you don't look so" your eyes flickered in confusion as he said that, "That last day..the last time we fucked against your wardrobe, I did something to you.. without your permission and I'd apologise but I'm not even apologetic about it"

"What do you mean?" You smiled as you questioned, nothing he said would faze you anymore he had figured but he needed to come clean.

"I didn't use contraception that night, you remember?"

"Mmm" you mumbled as you tucked his hair behind his ears,

"I took you as my mate, not just as a god but as a Jotunn. We are a different species altogether, destined to have one partner for life, one to wed and mate with until death do us part. I planted my seed within you, it's waiting to be flourished whenever you'd become ready to be the mum, and from that moment on, you became my chosen one, unable to have another man's children"

Your mouth stayed open as you processed the information, that's why you weren't able to get pregnant even though your body was completely healthy "I'm sorry I made that decision for you, you can choose to leave yourself out whenever you desire princess, I'd never ever force you to be with me"

"Shutup ..lo" you flipped him underneath you as he said that, your hips rolled back and forth as you began to ride him slowly. Was this supposed to make you upset? You didn't know, Maybe you'd have felt so if it was some other man but you knew loki would never ever do anything to hurt you "You could have just told me lo"

"You wouldn't have remembered"

"I know..did you do it to stop me from aging? Holy shit am I immortal now?"

"Not immortal..you'd just age the same way I do"

"Thousands of years…together?" Your eyes teared up as you looked at him so he cupped your cheeks and as his thumb grazed over your lips you sucked on his digit and an indecent moan escaped his throat,

"Forever my love, you'd be mine forever..that's not why I did it though" you looked at him confused as he said that, "It was atrocious enough that I had to watch you belong to another man for those years, there's no way I'd have allowed him to breed you in such a way"

You smiled as he said that, he was so possessive and you loved that. As you made love to him all night, you still felt as if you were in a fever dream where everything was going your way and you were living the life you had always desired but for once life was on your side. For once time was your friend.

It all made sense now, you were destined to be his forever, that's why you had felt so lonely all your life, feeling as if you were missing a part of your existence, now you knew he always had it with him.

"I dated Mark Johnson" your eyes widened as you remembered that, before you married Strange you dated this other doctor for a while, he was nice but he wasn't the love of your life, none of them were.

Everything made sense now, you gave Loki the fake name in the first timeline because you were supposed to date a man with the same name in the future, the future Loki you met in the first reality one was this same Loki that was underneath you at the moment who went to the alternate reality to warn him of his own future.

"Marry me darling..I can't take it no more..I need to tell the world you belong to me" he asked you as he pulled out a ring out of nowhere, you remembered the ring, it was the same one he had given you before, but this time you knew he belonged to you the way you belonged to him, he had waited and he was only yours for seven years.

All the fears, the trauma, the insecurities you had vanished in that moment. You knew you'd marry him for the reasons this time.

You remembered what Loki had told you, your loki, this loki, he knew.

"So will we really get married in the future?"

"In six months of meeting each other"

It all made sense now.

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Note: Just one more chapter left/ more like an epilogue.

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katebishopsbaefy · 7 months

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Soup and Sniffles

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

summary: you're sick and dont want natasha to find out. she finds out, fluff esues.

word count: 961

notes: hey everyone this is the first fic im posting pls no hate 😄😘

You practically fall through your open window onto the floor of your bedroom, knees almost buckling underneath you. You’re able to catch yourself in just enough time to stop your face from slamming into the ground. The impact from your sort of fall is still loud, though, and you pray Natasha couldn’t hear it.

You realized you were sick two days ago, but only today had you really started to feel the full effects of your illness. School was a nightmare with a stuffy nose and constant headache, and with no time in between classes and patrol, you were absolutely miserable. But, not wanting to worry Natasha or risk being labeled as “useless”, you kept it to yourself and stuck it out. One fight in particular left you stumbling and sneezing, the guy’s ice powers making you feel even more sick. You’d managed to make your way to your shared apartment with Natasha. You couldn’t wait to take a much needed nap.

A knock on the door makes you jump up from your spot on the floor, which you happened to be very comfortable in. Natasha’s voice is muffled by the door.

“Y/N? What the hell was that?” she asks. Shit.

You panic. Clear your throat as quietly as you can, hoping to sound much less congested than you are. “Nothing! I’m ok, I swear.”

“I’m coming in,” she states, and she’s next to you before you can even begin to protest. She notices the carpet moved out of place under your feet and smirks. “Did you fall through the window?”

“Maybe,” you reply. She quirks an eyebrow at you. “Rough ni-” you start, but a cough racks through your body and you’re forced to double over. You recover as quickly as possible, shooting back up with a sniffle and a smile. “Rough night,” you finish. You break eye contact with her once you see the concern laced in her green eyes.

“I can tell. Did you get hit?” she asks, looking up and down your body looking for an injury that could be the source of your cough. She takes your face into her hands and studies the cuts littering it until your own hands push hers away.

“No, I’m fine. Well, I did get hit, but I’m fine. No problem.” You smile at her. It doesn’t reach your eyes.

The back of Natasha’s hand finds your forehead before you can react. Your mind tells you to pull away, but your body leans into the contact in search of comfort. She frowns as you sniff again. “You’re sick.”

“No I’m not,” you argue, finally finding the strength to pull her hand away from you. It drops to her side and her eyes search yours.

“Yes, you are. How long have you been sick for?”

“I haven’t been sick because I’m not sick.”

“Then why do you sound so gross?”

“I’m not gross.”

“You’re pretty gross.”

“I’m not sick, Nat! Jesus,” you swipe your hand under your nose and sniffle miserably. Her fingers find your face once more and she turns your chin to look at her, thumb swiping away a tear you didn’t know had fallen. Natasha looks at you, really looks at you. You’re shivering under her touch, just slightly, but enough for her to notice. Your eyes are sunken and red, as well as the tip of your nose and your cheeks. She looks back into your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asks softly, barely above a whisper.

Tears fill your eyes and you let them. “I don’t feel good,” you tell her, and the wall breaks. She pulls you into her and kisses the top of your head. You're very aware of the grossness you're getting on her shirt, but she doesn’t care.

“I got you,” she whispers over and over into your hair, rubbing circles on your back as you sob. Eventually your legs simply give out, but she’s there to hold you up. Drags you over to your bed and pulls away, forcing you to look at her. She hands you a tissue to blow your nose into.

“Gross,” she comments. You giggle tearily and she smiles at you. “I’ll make you soup if you wanna go shower.”

“Mkay. C’n you do tha’ thing where you put m’ clothes in the dryer so they’re all warm?” you look up at her with the best puppy eyes you can muster. This time she giggles at you.

“I guess so. Try not to take twelve hours in the shower, I want hot water too.”

You know she really wouldn’t care if you took forever, as long as it made you feel better.

You jump in the shower, and when you’re out (45 minutes later), there’s fresh clothes sitting on the toilet for you, plus a fluffy towel. You throw on the clothes and ring out your hair, walking towards the kitchen to the smell of soup.

Natasha watches you and shoots you a small smile. “Better?” she asks.

“Yeah. Less gross,” you reply honestly. Your nose is a lot less congested and your shivering stopped for the most part. You plop yourself down in your spot on the couch and Liho, Nat’s cat, jumps up with you. You pull her into your arms and lay down on a pillow given to you by some distant relative, paying little attention to the sitcom running on the tv.

Nat turns to bring you a bowl of soup, but sees you passed out on the couch, snoring quietly. She walks over and grabs your favorite blanket from over the top of the couch, draping it over you and kissing your forehead. Notices you’re a lot less warm than before, smiles down at you. The soup could wait for later.

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