A chilly breeze whipped against my face as I looked out over the never-ending forests beyond the castle; the rising sun was sparkling off the snow-covered trees as far as the eye could see. I nuzzled into the fur collar of my cloak, sighing at the softness, shifting my gaze to the valley below the castle. I watched Jotunheim start to stir as the first rays of sunlight washed over the realm, happiness bubbling in my stomach; I sighed, turning to walk across the bridge connected to the throne room. Faint voices drifted towards me, causing me to stop at the doorway; I leaned against the doorframe watching the two guards that stood in front of the throne, talking softly.
“Very well. Update me as often as possible,” Loki huffed.
“Of course, Your Highness,” one guard replied. The guards turned, a surprised look on their faces when they saw me standing in the doorway; they quickly bowed, smiling softly.
“Hello, my Queen,” the second guard greeted.
“Hello, gentlemen,” I smiled, bowing my head. Then, as the guards left the room, I turned my gaze to Loki, sitting on the icy throne across the room. He sat with his legs spread open, leaning to his left, eyes screwed shut as he massaged the bridge of his nose. Loki's onyx hair was windblown, making it a wild mess of curls that was a stark contrast to his powder blue skin. I quietly moved closer, admiring the patterns that matched my own that decorated his face and hands. “You look so stressed, my King.” Loki jumped, his eyes flying open, searching for the voice; as his glowing crimson eyes landed on me, his body language shifted.
“You scared me, darling,” Loki laughed, getting to his feet. “I'm impressed.”
“I learned from the best,” I giggled, wrapping my arms around his waist. Loki's arms rested on my shoulders as he gazed down at me, a soft smile spreading across his face.
“How are you feeling?” Loki probed, his eyes sweeping over my face.
“Loki, stop worrying,” I huffed, lightly smacking his lower back.
“You're insane if you think that's going to happen,” Loki snorted. I laughed and shook my head, leaning into him as much as I could; I relaxed into him, listening to the steady beating of his heart as she carded gentle fingers through my hair. “Thor's going to be so excited.”
“When is he supposed to be here?” I asked, moving back so I could see Loki's face.
“At some point today. He didn't give me an exact time frame,” Loki huffed, rolling his eyes.
“Really? That's so unlike him,” I quipped. Loki's laugh echoed through the empty throne room, making my heart swell at the sound until I felt a sharp pain. “Ow!” I hissed, reaching for my stomach in an attempt to soothe the pain.
“Are you okay, my love?” Loki inquired, his voice slightly higher in concern. I nodded, still rubbing circles below my ribs, letting out a slight pained laugh.
“I think your laugh makes them happy,” I chuckled as the pain receded. “Your child loves to hear your voice.” I looked up at Loki, biting back a gasp when I was met with the soft expression on Loki's face. A look of awe and adoration was etched into his features as he gazed lovingly at my stomach.
“Do you ever wonder how we managed to get here?” Loki whispered, his hand gently resting on my bulging stomach.
“Every day. Sometimes I'm waiting to wake up from a dream,” I mumbled, my voice thick with emotion. Loki looked up, meeting my eyes, love crashing like waves in his scarlet orbs. His free hand cupped the side of my face as he bent down, his breath warm against my lips.
“I love you,” he breathed, our lips brushing as he spoke. It felt like the ground under my feet started to quake while simultaneously everything stood still when our lips met; my soul thrumming happily, sending warmth spreading across my skin.
“I love you too, trickster,” I mumbled against his lips.
“Your Highnesses?” a voice caught our attention.
“Yes?” Loki called, looking over my head.
“An unidentified ship has landed nearby,” the guard answered.
“Thank you,” Loki replied with a nod.
“I think Thor has a sixth sense,” I grunted, shaking my head. Loki's head fell onto my shoulder, a laugh bursting from his lips; Loki's laughter was cut off with a soft surprised sound.
“Well, hello, little one,” he cooed, rubbing my stomach.
“You can talk to them later. We should get to the ship before Thor's travel buddies start a fight, again,” I stated. I stood on my toes, pressing a kiss to Loki's cheek before grabbing his hand and pulling him from the throne room. We quickly found the sizeable orange ship not far from the front of the castle; warriors surrounded the ship, ignoring the irritated shouts from the ramp.
“Don't you know who we are!” a gruff voice shouted. I noticed one of the giant’s heads was bowed as he looked down at the small, furry creature at his feet.
“Rocket! Enough,” Gamora shouted.
“Stand down!” Loki yelled. The army surrounding the ship slowly dispersed, returning to their morning activities, leaving an opening for us to get closer.
“Took ya long enough,” Rocket grunted, trudging back to the ship.
“Violet!” Gamora shouted, hurrying towards me as Loki approached Rocket. Loki walked towards the ship with Rocket, his head bent as he spoke to the small creature. “Oh!” Gamora's eyes bulged as her eyes landed on my stomach.
“Shhh!” I whispered harshly. “We want to surprise Thor.”
“Congratulations!” she whispered, hugging me close. “When did this happen? We were here not long ago.”
“I started showing shortly after you left,” I giggled, smiling brightly at her.
“Brother!” Loki yelled from the ramp, glancing over his shoulder at me. Gamora and I moved closer as a full-grown Groot walked down the ramp, waving at me with a smile. Draxx and Mantis wandered off the ship, lost in conversation, but waved half-heartedly before wandering into the snow. I waved back to the three of them but rolled my eyes as I heard the familiar argument coming from the ship.
“I'm still the Captain!” Peter shouted angrily. “I decide where we go.” Loki stood next to the ramp, shaking his head; he met my eyes as I stepped up next to him, making sure I saw his dramatic eye roll.
“Of course, Captain,” Thor replied, sarcastically adding emphasis. Peter grumbled as he walked down the ramp, shivering at the sudden chill in the air.
“Loki!” Thor bellowed. Thor hurried down the ramp, pushing past Peter, almost knocking him off the ramp, to yank his brother into a tight hug.
“Hi Thor,” Loki laughed, hugging his brother back.
“Where's-“ Thor stopped short when his eyes landed on me. “You're...”
“Come on, big guy, you can do it,” I joked.
“Yes!” Thor boomed, hurrying towards me. Thor gently wrapped his arm around my torso, hugging me close as he laughed. “Congratulations,” he whispered against my shoulder.
“Careful, don't crush my wife,” Loki laughed. Thor released me from the hug and quickly grabbed Loki again, crushing him into another hug. “Thor,” Loki croaked.
“Oh, sorry,” Thor laughed, releasing his brother. “When did this happened?”
“Let's get back to the castle, and we'll explain,” Loki laughed again, smacking Thor's shoulder. Peter, Gamora, Rocket, Draxx, Mantis, and Groot joined us, smiling and giving us best wishes as well. The walk back to the castle was filled with Thor and Loki laughing and catching up again, Peter and Rocket arguing about nothing while Draxx laughed at them, Groot periodically touching trees, and Mantis and Gamora silently walking alongside me.
“He missed you both,” Gamora suddenly said with a smile. I glanced over my shoulder, my heart swelling as I watched Loki laughing freely at something Thor was saying.
“We missed him too. I think Loki likes having him around more than he lets on,” I hinted with a smile.
“I have a feeling we'll be here a lot more,” Gamora chuckled, glancing at my stomach.
“I really hope so,” I sighed happily. Finally, we arrived at the castle, sending maids off to prepare breakfast, and gathered at the large table in the dining hall. Conversations filled the room as Thor, and the Guardians told us stories about their travels since the last time we saw them; Peter and Thor argued like usual, of course. I rested my hand on the table between Loki and me as Gamora told me about a planet they visited recently when a hand rested on top of mine. I glanced over at Loki, meeting his eyes; my heart swelled again at the bright, happy smile on his face. He gently squeezed my hand before turning back to Thor, nodding along to the story; I turned back to Gamora, smiling.
My biggest issue with the MCU (other than the actual issues I have with it) is that they simply didn't have enough political space drama. Like, Asgard rules the Nine Realms -> Earth is one of the Nine Realms -> conflict??? hello!!
LONGING LOOKS FROM THE DUMB BITCH DUO??????????????????
lmao k i’m just gonna go scream
I’ve taken more screen shots of these two than any other duo ever what the hell
How is Mobius literally the best???
the iconic scene was in today’s episode
OK BUT LIKE WHY IS LADY LOKI BLONDE????
AND ALSO LOKI YOU LEFT MOBIUS TO THINK YOU BETRAYED HIM COME BACK AISHHD THIS IS NOT OKAY IM NOT OKAY WITH THIS YOU GUYS WERE BONDING SO WELL AND YOU GO TO CATCH THIS LOKI WHILE EVERYONE THINKS UR A BAD GUY AGAIN
LIKE WTF ID NEVER THINK ID SEE DOMESTIC LOKI SO QUICKLY???? MOBIUS BASICALLY SAYING LOKI LOOKS GOOD IN THE HNIFORM
BUT ALSO BACK PAT FROM MOBIUS UWHSHDUEHBEFT
THE BLOODY FIXING OF THE TIE STOP DO YOU WANT ME TO LIVE????
I’ve already reached the limit to photos 😀 maybe I’ll make a continuation bc this ep was crazy
just this line to Mobius in general 😀
I don’t know how I’ll survive if this is only episode 2
“You didn’t have to stay so far back,” Thor whispered. I jumped at Thor’s voice, breaking my gaze from watching Violet talking with a red-headed witch a few feet away.
“I figured it would be more respectful,” I shrugged. Thor shook his head, throwing an arm over my shoulder, and dragging me towards where Violet stood.
“Hi Wanda,” Thor greeted the redhead.
“Hi Thor,” she answered softly.
“I see you’ve met my sister,” Thor smiled at Violet.
“Your sister?” Wanda looked back and forth between Violet and Thor, clearly confused.
“I’m his sister-in-law. Loki is my husband,” Violet corrected.
“Oh, I had no idea,” Wanda whispered to her. “Hi Loki.”
“Hello, Wanda,” I greeted with a soft smile.
“Wanda is probably the only one that’s said anything to me so far,” Violet sighed, smiling warmly at Wanda.
“I think you’re nice, and I wasn’t around when New York happened,” Wanda explained.
“Yeah, not our best moment,” Violet laughed softly, reaching for me. Thor dropped his arm, letting me walk forward to stand next to Violet; I pressed a kiss to her temple and smiled at Wanda again.
“Hey Thor,” Falcon greeted.
“Sam,” Thor smiled. “Ah, James!” Thor greeted another man that stood behind Sam.
“Hi Thor,” he greeted meekly.
“I’d like to introduce you to Loki and Violet,” Thor gestured to us.
“Hi, James, right?” Violet smiled, offering a hand.
“Uh, yeah. But please call me Bucky,” he corrected, shaking her hand gently, a small smile on his lips.
“Hmm, you’re cute,” she noted, winking. Bucky’s face immediately turned a bright crimson as he dipped his head down to hide it.
“Will you stop it,” I protested, rolling my eyes, trying to hide my amusement.
“Careful, no one’s flirted with Bucky in a long time. He might explode,” Sam jabbed, poking Bucky in the side.
“Shut up, Sam,” Bucky grumbled, running a hand through his hair.
“Hi Violet, Loki,” Sam greeted, nodding.
“Hi Loki,” Bucky piped up again, shaking my hand.
“Neither of you were around for New York, if I remember correctly,” I stated, eyeing both men.
“We weren’t,” Sam confirmed.
“Either way, we appreciate everyone…tolerating us,” Violet said, smiling tightly.
“I think it’s only because we aren’t staying on Earth,” I added.
“I have no room to hold it against, so I don’t,” Bucky spoke first.
“Why did you help with Thanos?” Sam asked plainly.
“Sam,” Thor warned.
“I want to know their motive, and then I’ll decide how I feel,” Sam shrugged, looking back at Violet and me. Violet tensed next to me, roughly grabbing my hand and squeezing tightly.
Do you want me to tell them? I thought.
Are you sure? Violet’s thoughts were dark and pained.
Yes, my love. I took a deep breath, wrapping a secure arm around Violet’s shoulders, and locked eyes with Sam.
“We are supposed to be dead. If it weren’t for Odin feeling guilty, we wouldn’t have been here to help with Thanos.”
“What does that have to do with it?” Sam asked.
“Thanos made me kill Violet, watch the life drain from her eyes before snapping my neck,” I ground out. Violet tensed next to me, turning her face over my shoulder to hide her tears.
“What?” Wanda cut in, sounding shocked. “He made you?”
“Ebony Maw used telekinesis to force my hand,” I choked out, physically shaking away the memory. Thor cleared his throat, sniffling as he shifted his weight back and forth, keeping his head down. “I fought it for as long as I could.” Violet sniffled again, reaching up to wipe at her face; Thor reached forward, pulling her away from me to wrap her in a hug. I watched Violet hide against Thor’s shoulder as he rubbed her back, whispering something to try and relax her.
“I-I’m so sorry,” Sam stuttered, looking over at Violet.
“So that was our motive. I wanted to make him pay for causing her so much pain,” I huffed, swallowing down tears again.
“Thank you for your help,” Sam finally said, reaching out to shake my hand. “We’ll give you guys a minute.” Sam smiled sadly before walking off; Wanda moved forward, quickly wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” Wanda croaked. It took me a moment before I hugged her back; she stepped away after a few seconds, smiling at me before walking to Violet.
“If they can forgive me, you guys will be fine,” Bucky said with a smile. Bucky squeezed my shoulder as he passed, heading towards the house. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before making my way to where Thor pulled Violet off to.
“She’s okay,” Thor reassured.
“Darling?” I tried, running a hand down her arm.
“I’ll be okay,” she nodded. “When is Strange opening the portal for us?”
“Whenever we’re ready,” I answered.
“I can’t wait to see what you two accomplish,” Thor commented happily. “Come say goodbye, and you two can go.” I nodded, gesturing Violet towards the house, following close behind with Thor at my side.
I walked down the cabin steps with Dr. Strange, spotting Loki and Violet standing huddled together near the lake.
“They don’t plan to return, right?” Strange asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, they are staying on Jotunheim. They have a lot of work to do,” I answered, smiling.
“Good,” Strange nodded.
“Brother?” I called. Loki turned his head when I called, nodding before leaning down to whisper something to Violet. They broke apart with a quick kiss, making their way across the yard hand-in-hand.
“Ready,” Violet said with a smile. Strange nodded, opening a portal a few feet to his left, gesturing Loki and Violet to it. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Strange muttered. I followed behind Loki and Violet, stopping a few paces behind them, shivering at the chill seeping out of the portal.
“I think I’m going to miss you two,” I laughed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Don’t worry, brother, you are welcome to visit when we get things under control.” Loki stepped closer, smacking my arms so I would drop them; Loki pulled me into a tight hug. “I’ll miss you too, brother.”
“Don’t go soft on me,” I chuckled, squeezing him once more time.
“My turn,” Violet said, gently pushing Loki away. I bent down, wrapping my arms around her ribs, pulling her off her feet into a hug. “Don’t get into too much trouble, big guy,” she whispered against my shoulder.
“I could say the same to you,” I laughed into her hair. “Thank you for bringing my brother back. The brother I grew up with.” I set her down, noticing the twinkle of unshed tears; she smiled up at me, nodding once before wandering back to Loki.
“Ready, my queen?” Loki asked, reaching for her hand.
“We can’t forget the most important part,” Violet reminded him. Loki looked at her for a moment, an eyebrow raised; I watched realization bloom on his face before he nodded sharply. “It’s okay, my dear.”
“Thor’s never seen it,” Loki whispered quickly. Violet looked over at me, smiling, then looked back at my brother.
“It’s time to stop hiding,” Violet cooed, gently caressing Loki’s face. Their eyes fell shut, and after a few seconds, Loki nodded, taking a deep breath. I watched in awe as their skin started to shimmer and their familiar porcelain skin tones began to melt away. A dusty shade of blue crept over their skin, and a variety of raised, slightly white patterns littered any visible skin. The longer I studied Loki and Violet, I realized the blue of their skin was practically the same, and their skin patterns mirrored each other. The perfect pair. Loki’s eyes opened first, a striking crimson color looked back at me; Violet opened her eyes too, staring up at Loki with so much love it was almost palpable.
“Goodbye, brother,” Loki said with a smile, stepping through the portal.
“Behave, sparkles,” Violet laughed, winking at me. Loki reached for her hand, steadying her as she stepped through the portal; Loki nodded to Strange before looking at me. I waved once, savoring the moment a little longer, watching Loki and Violet smiling and waving quickly before the portal snapped shut.
“Good luck, brother,” I whispered to the empty air. I cleared my throat and wiped at my eyes, then started to trudged towards the cabin, suddenly feeling empty inside.
🚨SPOILER BELOW FOR LOKI EPISODE 2🚨 (These are my thoughts on the shows so far overall)
Okay so the new Loki episode is just 🤌🏻. Like from everything to the beginning music (I approve,) to the twist of the other Loki being a girl (I have no idea if people already knew this, I try to stray from spoilers) was amazing. I can’t wait to see when Loki goes to the Avengers doomsday￼ world like it was shown in the trailer￼. My favorite character so far has to be a tie between Möbius OR Miss Minutes (something about that clock brings be back to Gravity Falls.) Anyways I wonder what Loki is currently planning we obviously know he’s not going to trust another Loki/like them (with all the superior bs that we love) BUT I wonder how’s he’s going to work this. Anyways I’m gunna head out bc it 5:00am. But let me know your thoughts!
I shot up into a sitting position gasping for air despite the burning in my lungs. Slowly, breathing became easier, suppressing the spike of anxiety but only momentarily as I stared at Violet’s unmoving body; I dropped my head, rubbing at my eyes, waiting. I heard a gasp then coughing a few feet away; quickly, my mind caught up, and I crawled across the floor to Violet.
“Hey, you’re okay,” I soothed, rubbing her back as she choked on fresh air.
“That was fucking miserable,” she hacked, pressing a hand to her chest. I burst into a fit of laughter, sitting back on my heels, and dropped my head onto her shoulder to steady myself.
“Gods, I love you,” I managed through giggles.
“And don’t you forget it,” she shot back, snickering. “Now, where the hell are we?” I lifted my head, breathing through the last of my laughter to look around the room but still having no answer.
“No idea,” I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter; missiles are probably already flying towards the Avengers compound.”
“Son of a bitch. Odin really couldn’t make that any less uncomfortable?” Violet swore, rubbing her chest.
“Come on, you pain in my ass,” I laughed, getting to my feet. Violet grumbled in protest but grabbed my outstretched hand, gingerly getting to her feet. “Get changed, and we’ll go.” I took a deep breath and my simple attire started to morph; green and black leather crawling over my skin, my cloak fluttering down behind me, the familiar weight of my helmet settling on my head. I looked over at Violet, watching her armor materialize; her raven black hair braided tightly, charcoal breastplate swirling with purple accents appeared along with rich black cloak that fell around her. “Add some new designs?” My eyes followed the soft swirls of purple that littered her cloak.
“Shut up, plain black is so boring,” she mumbled.
“Ready, my love?” I reached for her hand, smiling softly; she thought for a moment before meeting my eyes.
“Almost,” she whispered. I raised an eyebrow, but my silent question was answered when her lips met mine. “Now I am.” I laughed, shaking my head as my eyes fell shut; I reached for my brother, magic tendrils flowing in all directions in hopes of finding him.
“There you are, brother,” I whispered, teleporting us with ease.
“Oh gods,” Violet gasped. I opened my eyes slowly and was met with a sight that could only be described as apocalyptic; the compound was in shambles, falling in on itself, smoldering debris everywhere.
“It doesn’t even look like we’re on Earth,” I whispered, squeezing Violet’s hand.
“Are you scared?” she asked suddenly.
“Thank god I’m not alone,” she whispered. I looked down at her, fear creasing her beautiful features, only adding to my panic. “We have to get moving. Do you know where Thor is already?”
“Not exactly. I followed him to this point, but I didn’t try for an exact spot,” I explained. Violet and I jumped when a blinding bolt of lightning exploded a few hundred feet below us, signaling we found Thor.
“Safe to say we found him,” Violet laughed. Her laughed died off when Thanos slams Thor on his back, beating down on him repeatedly. “When are we supposed to step in!” Violet whispers harshly.
“When we can get to Thor without running face-first into Thanos. Even with five of us, we can’t beat him,” I bark.
“We may not make it to Thor,” she gasps. I snap my gaze to my brother to see Thanos leaning over him, pressing an ax into his chest.
“We have to help.” I grabbed Violet’s arm, but she ripped away, her eyes still glued to the scene unfolding.
“Look,” she mumbled to the left. I flicked my gaze away from her in time to watch Captain America catch Mjolnir; I almost choked on my own saliva, causing Violet to snort. Thanos kicked Thor through a pile of debris before facing Captain America; Thor tumbled a few feet away, landing with a thud on his back.
“Now’s our chance,” I stated, grabbing her hand. When I opened my eyes again, my beaten and bloody brother lay unmoving a foot in front of me; Violet pulled me closer, nudging Thor’s leg.
“Hey! Get up!” she half-yelled, kicking him harder. I ran my eyes over Thor, noticing his larger body shape, thick braided beard, and dreaded long hair.
“I didn’t know we were taking on the likeness the Vikings imagined,” I snorted, keeping my eyes on his face. Thor’s forehead wrinkled, his eyes moving under his eyelids before a deep groan escaped his lips.
“I was thinking the same thing. The beard is pretty impressive though,” Violet added, raising an eyebrow.
“Usually, he keeps it short, makes him look younger,” I snickered.
“W-wha…” Thor tried, his arm shifting at his side.
“Come on, big guy, open those pretty blues,” Violet called, kicking his leg again.
“Hey!” I protested, slightly hurt.
“Are you really going to doubt me now? I’m your wife that came back from the dead to rule with you,” she deadpanned.
“…alright, got me there,” I admitted, rubbing my neck. Thor screwed his eyes shut tighter, his arm finally moving, very slowly, towards his face, rubbing between his eyes.
“I’m losing it,” he whispered, scrubbing at his face. “I'm still hearing their banter from beyond the grave.” Violet glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow as she tried to hold back a laugh; I covered my smile with the back of my hand, moving my gaze back to Thor.
“Can you lose your mind later? We have shit to take care of,” Violet grunted, shifting to place her hands on her hips. Thor froze, his eyes flying open, trying to adjust again; his eyes slowly grew wider as he looked back and forth between Violet and me.
“What the fuck…” he whispered, his eyes still moving.
“Woah, he uses that word?” Violet laughed.
“But…” Thor tried again, only to fall quiet.
“Listen, Lebowski, if you yell that we’re alive again, I’m putting you back to sleep.” Violet popped a hip out, her hands still resting on them as she glared down at Thor.
“Lebowski?” I asked, my face scrunching in confusion.
“What, I’ve watched movies before,” she shrugged.
“How did you escape? I-I watched you both…” Thor stumbled over his words, tears forming in his eyes.
“Come on, let’s get you up,” I offered softly, reaching a hand to him. I pulled Thor to his feet, throwing his arm over my shoulder to steady him; Violet wiggled her way under his other arm to help him walk.
“To answer your question, you should probably thank your father for sending us back,” Violet said, smiling up at Thor. He turned to look down at her for a few seconds before turning his gaze to me again.
“Odin did this?” he mumbled, supporting more of his weight on his own the longer we walked.
“Yes, but we can discuss this later. We have a Titan to take care of.” I smacked Thor’s back, stopping in my tracks, not wanting to get too close before Thor could hold himself up.
“We can’t win,” he groaned. Thor straightened up, rolling his head on his shoulders, stretching his arms; he already looked better than a few minutes ago. “Five of us isn’t enough.”
“Good thing there are more than five of us,” I smirked, pointing towards the growing portals. I stepped behind Thor, resting my hand on his shoulder and grabbing Violet’s hand, teleporting us next to where Captain America stood.
“Thor,” Steve said with a relieved sigh. “Wait, I thought you two were….dead,” he stumbled.
“Doesn’t stick,” Violet joked, jabbing me with her elbow.
“We’re here to help,” I added, glaring at Violet, who only smiled back sweetly.
“Thank you,” Steve said with a smile. “I mean it.” Steve turned to look at the growing army but turned back to us. “You’re going to need earpieces.” Then, with a flick of my wrist, I felt a pressure in my ear and noticed Violet flinch, touching her ear.
“Done,” I chirped; Steve smirked, shaking his head. I looked over my shoulder, noticing more people pouring out of portals, getting closer; a Pegasus circling overhead, caught my attention.
“Hey.” I nudged Violet, pointing above our heads; Violet’s face lit up when she recognized the flying animal.
“Bea? Bea!” she screamed, waving her arms. The winged horse descended, landing gracefully a few feet away, trotting towards us.
“No fucking way!” Bea shouted, a huge smile spreading across her face. Violet blew her a kiss then turned back towards Thanos’ army, taking a deep breath.
“You ready, trickster?” she asked, looking up at me.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I sighed, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. Violet twirled the impressive long sword that materialized in her hand, squaring her shoulder. I sucked in a deep breath, deciding to use a long sword as well, and relaxing slightly when the weight settled in my hand.
“Avengers!” Steve screamed. I chanced a glance back, swallowing a gasp at the sheer number of people filling the space behind us. “Assemble.” The misfit army erupted, battle cries filling the air as everyone took off towards Thanos’ army. Chaos commenced as the armies clashed, bodies slamming together with loud thuds; Violet was thrown back into my chest, roaring in anger.
“Throw me up!” she yelled. I responded without hesitation, launching her in the air and using the momentum to throw a ball of magic at an approaching Chitauri. My sword materialized in my hand again as I slashed through an Outrider, pushing closer to Violet, who was jumping and spinning like a deadly dancer. I jumped out of the way of a giant fist as a man, who I assume was the Falcon, slammed into the massive creature’s chest, stabbing his metal wings into the gorilla.
“Cap, what do you want me to do with this damn thing?” Hawkeye’s voice erupted in my ear.
“Get those stones as far away as possible!” Steve answered. I ducked, dodging another large punch, knocking the gorilla back with another blast of magic.
“No! We need to get them back where they came from,” Bruce shouted.
“Bruce!” I heard Violet’s voice next.
“Violet?! You’re alive!” Bruce exclaimed. “Loki?”
“Hello, Bruce!” I yelled, grunting as an Outrider slammed into my chest.
“No way to get them back. Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel,” Stark’s voice cut in, interrupting our greetings. I struggled against the weight on my chest, holding back the creatures snapping jaws; suddenly, the weight was lifted, and the Outrider was knocked away.
“Now’s not the time for rest, brother,” Thor laughed, pulling me to my feet.
“Hilarious,” I snorted, shaking my head as he flew off again. I shook my head, landing a kick against the chest of another Outrider, sending it flying back. I heard the faint sound of music from somewhere off in the distance.
“Anyone see an ugly, brown van up there?” Steve’s voice came through again.
“Yes! But you're not gonna like where it's parked!” Bea shouted. Ignoring the intercom system, I glanced around, catching a glimpse of Violet, eyes glowing an unnerving bright purple before a blast of magic burst from her chest, knocking numerous Outriders back. I tore through the few Chitauri between us, almost stumbling into her from the force of ramming my blade through one a Chitauri.
“Hey baby!” she yelled, yanking her sword up through the upper body of an Outrider. I noticed her cloak was gone, and she was covered in gore but smiling so brightly, it could put the sun to shame.
“You’re incredible,” I laughed. Violet winked before yanking me forward, twirling to bring her sword down on another creature. I regained my footing and fell into a rhythm with Violet, gracefully moving around her as we tore through the endless hoard of creatures. When the first cannon exploded from above us, Violet and I froze, watching missiles rain down on the battlefield.
“Well shit,” Violet grunted. I huffed a sigh, close lining a passing Outrider before stabbing it in the chest then spinning to avoid being tackled.
“What the hell is this?” Falcon’s voice erupted in my ear. I backed up into Violet as I looked at the ship, seeing the canons changing direction.
“What the hell?” she mumbled, narrowing her eyes.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., what are they firing at?” Stark said this time, but I didn’t hear the answer.
“Something’s coming through the atmosphere,” Violet said, pointed at the crackle of light flying through the clouds. A figure emerged from the clouds, bursting through Thanos’ ship, tearing a hole through it, causing an explosion.
“Oh yeah!” an unfamiliar voice screamed.
“Danvers, we need some assistance here,” Steve’s voice cut in.
“Danvers?” Violet mumbled, raising an eyebrow at me; I shrugged. “I think it’s time,” she says, nodding over my shoulder. I glanced back, realizing how close we got to the van everyone was looking for and catching a glimpse of the Titan stalking through the battlefield.
“Go, I’ll watch your back,” I stated, ushering her forward. Violet jogged towards a group of three women I didn’t recognize, stepping into Thanos’ path; I couldn’t fight the terror that seeped into my bones as I watched her face off against the Titan again. I fought off two Outriders, catching a glimpse of the blast that threw Thanos back as a streak of light flew past. I jogged closer to Violet, meeting her halfway, only to be knocked back slightly by a wave of energy.
“What do we have here?” Thanos laughs, his eyes falling on Violet and me. I closed my eyes, forcing as much of my magic as possible into a compact ball between my hands; quickly seeing Violet mimicking me, I nodded, pushing the magic forward. The green and purple wave of magic launched Thanos back, sending him skidding through the dirt; I tried to step forward, only to fall to my knees, head spinning. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Violet is bent at the waist, close to falling too.
“Brother!” Thor yells, wrenching me to my feet, smacking my face.
“Go!” I yelled, pushing him forward when I noticed Stark slamming into Thanos. Thor hesitates for a second longer before attacking Thanos with help from Captain America. “Vi?” I called, still a little unsteady on my feet.
“I’ll be okay,” she pants, swaying as she stood again. We tried to move forward, only to notice a second too late that Thor’s body was flying right for us, knocking us off our feet; the three of us rolled a few times, landing in a heap.
“Damnit, Thor!” Violet cried. I tried to blink away the black spot in my vision to find her; I shouted at the sharp kick to my kidney. Well, that’ll clear my vision.
“Hold still!” Thor yelled at Violet. Thor gently rolled onto his back, relieving the pressure from my chest and the weight off Violet’s legs.
“Everyone okay?” I panted, pulling myself into a sitting position.
“Wonderful,” Thor grunted, sitting with his back to me.
“I’ll live,” Violet groaned, getting to her knees next to me.
“We should go….” Thor vaguely gestured towards Thanos. “It’s-“A blinding white light cut off Thor. “No…” Thor blanched, snapping his head towards me, scrambling to his feet.
“Thor!” I called desperately, reaching a hand towards him. Thor pulled me to my feet and reaching down to yank Violet to her feet by her arm.
“No, Odin told us how it should go!” Violet whispered harshly, jogging after Thor. I stopped as I rounded the corner of the debris, causing Violet to run into my back. “What…” she broke off.
“It did,” I whispered, slowly dropping to one knee next to Thor. Violet followed my lead, dropping her head forward, sighing raggedly. Thor sniffled next to me, wiping at his face aggressively; I threw an arm over his shoulder, pulling him close. He froze for a moment before sagging against me; Violet crawled around to his other side, rubbing circles on his back. Thor wrapped an arm around her, letting her head fall on his shoulder while he rubbed her arm.
Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader
A/N: I’m hoping to finally get on a routine now that work seems to settle but we shall see! Btw this update is just pure angst so just take it in.
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There’s nothing Tony could do to bring a smile to your face. He even called Peter up from school hoping the youngling would manage to do the impossible but even his youthful excitement wasn’t enough to crack a laugh from you. You remained silent and cold to everyone walking around the tower, a mere ghost to who you used to be.
No one could blame you though. You had received the short end of the stick and no words of encouragement from anyone could get through to you. Not when you could see the lies that were laced with their words.
Things are not going to get better.
You are not going to be ok.
That was the truth. At least for now it was.
Though what everyone failed to notice as they were so preoccupied with you was the other hollow person under their roof.
Loki remained silent and enclosed in his room. Thor assumed his brother was back into a sulking mood but it went deeper than that. If only Thor knew that his brother was more tormented than before.
The balance that held Loki and you together no longer existed hence everything was off.
Not only to you and him, but to everyone.
Natasha and Steve avoided you like the plague or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, you hadn’t seen them in a while and you didn’t wish to.
As for the others, the one that took you by surprise was Tony’s immense focus to pick you right up.
“You should eat more, kiddo,” Tony states as he shoves your plate back to you. “Asgardian-being or not, you need to eat.”
The reminder of your sudden evolution makes you lose what little appetite you had left. You push the plate back and remain quiet.
Tony sighs but doesn’t push it. He knew you would be bound to break if he persisted. Left with no choice, Tony leaves the untouched plate on the table hoping for you to relent and finally eat. With a sigh, he leaves the room finally allowing you to be consumed by your thoughts.
You glance down at your hands and sigh at the sight of the barely lit siphons. The need to use them grew less and less with each passing day.
You didn’t feel any different but there was a difference.
Everything felt more fragile in your hands. Your reflexes were more in tune and sharper than before. You required less and endured more.
You were turning into a Goddess. Something many people would be glad to be. If only they knew the price that had to be paid.
The silver lining you desperately clung to disappeared alongside the humanity you so enjoyed. You knew this was the least of everyone’s problems and desperately wished to get over this slump you found yourself in but you couldn’t.
You felt your emotions more deeply and to make it worse, you felt the emotions around you too.
Natasha’s and Steve’s guilt. Thor’s confusion. Tony’s deep concern.
Through it all, and what you hated to admit but knew was the truth, you found yourself missing the person you least wish to.
Loki had always known what to say and knew exactly what you felt but he had betrayed you. He promised never to lie and he did and for something so trivial.
You hadn’t seen him at all since your outburst. You didn’t mean to take it out on him but you were tired of everyone hiding things from you and lying to your face. Somehow Loki doing it too had made it worse. Out of everyone, you hadn’t expected him to turn his back on you but perhaps it was his nature.
Thor had once told you stories of Loki’s trickery. They ranged from petty pranks to an actual stabbing once but even through it all Thor loved him and trusted him still.
You must be tired if you’re even considering forgiving Loki so you quickly rise from the table, ignoring the untouched plate, and make your way towards the windows.
The mourning for your slipping humanity is enhanced as you watch the world continue on without you. Intrusive thoughts rain in again as you realize you will outlive your friends, your enemies, your own home too. Emotions crash into you and the anger returns once more.
You're tired again so you rub your eyes and resign yourself into taking a short nap but that plan falls through when Friday alerts you.
Avengers Assemble. All available agents get ready to depart.
You’re quick to make your way to the helicarrier platform only to see everyone suited up and ready to go. Even Bruce, still regaled in his regular clothes, looked determined.
“What’s going on?”
This was the first time the entire team was called in together for something and you seemed to be intentionally left out of it.
No one wants to answer your question and you blame your new power for it.
It's too easy for you to reach for a flicker of power. It rejuvenates you instantly and you sense the shift in the air instantly.
“We have a lead on the terrorist cell that took the book,” Steve answers. “Strange believes if we’re able to get it back there might be a chance to reverse everything without losing you.”
He’s speaking the truth but you still feel unsettled.
“You’re not telling me everything,” you point out. “I can see you hiding something.”
Natasha calls out your name and your focus shifts to her.
“We know what you’re doing. Please stop.”
“Stop?” you repeat. “You think I can just stop this?”
You step forward and you see them flinch at the simple act. You ignore it as you feel the truth so close to your reach.
“I have sensed every lie told and every insincerity spouting out of your mouths. I have felt your closeted emotions and your runaround ways to hide the truth from me and others. It is an overwhelming weight to carry for the sake of keeping the peace but screw all of that. You want me to stop then perhaps you should have let Strange rip this power out of me and let me die.”
Silence follows your outburst and you are slammed by everything once more.
The guilt is heavier, the concern is thicker, and Thor’s confusion has shifted into apprehension.
They feared you.
The power you reached for instinctively is suddenly gone and you feel cold and overwhelmed by it all.
You don’t recognize yourself anymore and it seemed like your friends didn’t either as you see them all on edge as if they were ready to take you on.
This was exactly what you feared and you alone were to blame.
You take a step back from them and you continue stepping back until you’re out of the platform and into the elevator.
You had to get out of there. You had to get out now.
Yk for a guy who doesn't wanna seem weak, loki sure begs (for pardons) a lot. A
Chichi!! Not sure if you wanted to write something after the "A" but my answer is this: I'd say he's a Prince of another realm who knows about politics (let's be real, the only Odinson who learned politics is Loki, Thor would probably just smash them with his hammer lmao), The All-Speak probably prevents him from saying "Oi, mate, what you're on about?" but can you imagine how glorious that would be?
The pain was gone. The aching, burning, tearing feeling in my chest was gone, replaced with a lightness that felt slightly off. Blackness filled my vision, engulfing me, suffocating me; I felt a pull in my chest, comparable to the pull when Violet was nearby. Violet. Sorrow washed over me again, pounding against my skull; I reached for her, searching in the void for the flicker of warmth.
No, not yet. The deep, oddly familiar voice echoed through my head, threatening to crack the walls of my mind with its force. Wake up. The voice echoed through my mind again, softer this time.
I struggled against the weight of the void, forcing my conscious mind to the surface; I almost didn’t recognize the sensation of warmth spreading across my face, the rustle of grass swaying around me, or the brush of a breeze across my skin. Slowly, my eyes cracked open, fluttering at the sudden presence of light again and I pushed myself into a sitting position, rubbing at the aching around my eyes with the heel of my hands. After a few moments of rapid blinking, my eyes started to adjust, only to nearly bulge out of my head as I took in my surroundings.
“Woah,” I breathed. Drinking in the picturesque landscape in front of me was almost too much for my brain to comprehend all at once. I sat under a large tree at the top of one of the many rolling hills stretching for miles, a variety of flowers gently swaying as a breeze rolled through. The faint trickling of a stream nearby caught my attention momentarily, only to be overshadowed by the sight of a giant gate off in the distance. I gingerly got to my feet, stumbling forward, catching myself on the tree before righting myself again. Glancing down at myself, I recognized the simple pine-colored tunic and black pants; another breeze rolled through, jostling my ebony curls around my face.
Come. I heard echo through my mind, urging me forward gently.
I hesitated for a moment, uncertain of what was calling to me, fearing what I might find. I sucked in a deep breath before gathering the courage to walk forward; a few steps into my walk, a new texture connected with my bare feet. The stone path winded down around the hill out of sight, leading me into one of the many valleys. I wanted to stop, figure out where I was supposed to be going, but something kept pulling me forward, further into the valley; the soothing trickle of water got closer the longer I walked. Suddenly, I stepped into an open field, my eye catching the glint of sunlight off the tranquil stream to my right. Strolling deeper into the field, I took a moment to relish in the calmness of it, feeling at peace for what felt like the first time; my moment of serenity was interrupted when I sensed a presence behind me.
“Hello, my son.” There it was again, that voice; of course, I knew that voice. I turned slowly, a surge of emotions flooding my mind as I faced Odin once again.
“Father,” I snapped. Odin’s head dropped slightly, a tight, almost sad smile pulling at his lips as he watched the grass sway at his feet. He looked no different from the last time I saw him, eye patch, snow-white hair and beard, weathered with knowledge and from battle, his orange and gold robe rippling around him.
“You ooze contempt towards me,” Odin sighed, his brows pulling together.
“Do you blame me?” I shot back, watching his every move.
“No, I suppose I don’t. I deserve your rage,” Odin stated, closing the space between us but not looking up.
“Where am I? Is this Valhalla? Folkvangr?” I questioned, looking around again.
“Not quite; we are…in between,” Odin offers, standing only a foot away now. “I needed to speak with you before your Mother whisked you away.” My heart stuttered at the mention of my mother; I scanned the field again, looking for her. “She’s not here, not yet at least.”
“What do you want from me?” I whispered, praying I didn’t sound as scared as I felt.
“I’m not going to hurt you, my son,” Odin ground out, his jaw tense. I wanted to come back with a witty remark but bit my tongue when I could see the genuine pain in Odin’s body language. “You claimed me in your dying moments.” I froze, blinking lamely at him as snippets of memories came back.
I…Loki…Prince of Asgard…Odinson…
“I-I did,” I stated. “But i-it wasn’t for you. It was for Thor,” I confessed.
“I know it was for him; many of the things you’ve done in your life have been for him. He is your brother, even if you don’t see me as your father,” Odin sighed as he finished. “I have caused you much pain in your relatively short life, Loki.”
“That’s an understatement,” I grumbled. I blanched momentarily when I heard a soft chuckle from Odin.
“I wasn’t out to harm you,” Odin started. I didn’t let him finish when the memory of that prophecy, my prophecy, floated into my head.
“I don’t believe you. You have been harming me even before I was born!” I yelled. Now I caught his attention; Odin’s head snapped up, finally meeting my eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
“I know about the prophecy. I know why you took me!” I shouted, shaking with anger.
“You know nothing of a prophecy,” Odin snapped.
“I met the seeress!” I screamed, barely containing myself.
“What is he talking about, Odin?” a soft voice said from behind me. My heart squeezed as my eyes fell closed, wishing to hear her voice again, but instead, a delicate hand rested on my arm. “Hello, my son.”
“Mother,” I croaked. I kept my eyes closed, fighting back the threat of tears; she pulled at my arm, turning me towards her.
“Open your eyes,” she whispered. I forced myself to open them, my chest tightening when I was met with her smile, the pale blue of her dress catching the light. “I’m so happy to see you again.” She pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tightly against her; I shook with silent sobs as I held on for dear life.
“I missed you, mother,” I mumbled against her shoulder.
“And I missed you, my sweet boy,” she whispered. Pulling away felt almost as painful as losing her the first time; as if she sensed it, her hand came to rest on my cheek. “Relax, you’re okay now.”
“You found us, my queen,” Odin smiled as my mother moved towards him.
“What was Loki talking about involving a seeress?” Frigga pressed.
“I apologize for hiding this from you, my queen,” Odin mumbled, meeting her gaze. “Our son was part of a much bigger plan that I attempted to derail before he was born. I was naïve to think I could ever stop it.” Odin turned his gaze to me, something resembling guilt settling in his eyes.
“What did you do?” Frigga growled.
“A seeress spoke of a prophecy, one that involved a small prince of Jotunheim and a Jotun halfling born to an Asgardian,” Odin explained. “I think you can gather part of this is referring to Loki.”
“Yes, but who….” Frigga trailed off, her mind working. “I knew her; I trained her.”
“That you did, my queen. Her mother was a warrior, captured in battle,” Odin confirmed.
“Continue, get to the best part,” I snapped, glaring at Odin. I expected a flash of anger, but he only flinched slightly before continuing.
“They were meant to stay in Jotunheim, to grow together, become quite powerful together, but I changed that. When I found out a female warrior was captured, I knew the time had come. So the mother was rescued right before she gave birth, and I brought Loki home,” Odin continued.
“Why? Why does any of this matter?” Frigga asked, clearly not seeing the connection.
“These two beings were to eventually rule Jotunheim and overthrow me, taking control of the Nine Realms, bring peace and prosperity. But I insisted I could do it so that the prophecy didn’t need to come true.” Odin averted his gaze from my mother, not daring to meet her eyes; I could almost see the anger pulsing around Frigga.
“Prophecies don’t always come true! What made you so sure this one would, to the point that you altered our son and another being’s life so drastically!” Frigga yelled.
“...they are two beings born of one soul,” Odin whispered. Frigga gasped softly, her anger boring into Odin as his words sunk in; I shuffled uncomfortably, my mother’s anger being a new experience for me.
“I can’t believe you,” Frigga whispered. “I can’t believe what you did. I would gladly take the chance that I wouldn’t have got to be his mother if it meant he didn’t live with the unbearable pain he does now!”
“I didn’t intend to hurt either of them like this,” Odin shot back, his guilt masked with anger.
“I don’t care if you didn’t intend for it!” I finally snapped. “You have no idea what you did by taking us! You’ll never understand how it affected us! I was so torn apart by betrayal and anger that when I fell from the bridge, thinking it would be better to die, I was captured, manipulated. I was tortured until I finally broke and was used as a puppet, locked away in my own head. And then there’s Violet!” I couldn’t contain the waves of rage crashing over me anymore; I finally unleashed it all. “Do you have any idea what happened to her? What bringing her to Asgard did? Yes, she became a powerful sorceress and a highly skilled warrior but at what cost? Of course, you have no idea about what they did to her though.”
“Loki,” Frigga tried, reaching a hand towards me.
“No, I’m sorry, mother, but you can’t fix this, and he needs to hear it. The man that was supposed to be her father was a sick, vile pig! He justified his actions because she wasn’t really his daughter,” I choked on the last sentence.
“Are you implying what I think?” my mother whispered, horrified.
“Yes,” I whispered. “So don’t stand here and tell me you didn’t intend on it because I don’t care; you still caused it. Maybe one day I could’ve forgiven you for what my life turned out to be and moved on.” I took a step closer, keeping my eyes locked on Odin’s as I stood in his face. “I can never forgive you for what you did to my wife,” I growled. Odin stood still, not daring to avert his gaze just yet, but I could see the pain swirling in his eyes. Good.
“Loki?” my mother called softly.
“Yes,” I sighed, finally stepping away from Odin.
“Your wife?” my mother managed through tears, a smile brightening her face.
“The prophecy didn’t intend for us to be married; we were destined to be work together to fulfill the prophecy. I fell in love with her on accident,” I whispered, a smile tugging at my lips. “It was angry, messy, violent, and hard, but if it wasn’t for her, I don’t think I would’ve found any happiness.”
“Well, I must see her again,” my mother laughed, wiping tears away. “I only ever wished for you to find love, my son.” I smiled, thinking of Violet, but it was short-lived when the crushing agony of our last moments surfaced.
“Where is she?” I addressed Odin. I took a deep breath, waiting for another bout of anger from Odin before he gave me an honest answer.
“She is here,” Odin stated, his eyes scanning the trees, stopping somewhere directly over my head.
“Loki?” Violet called. I froze, gasping softly, my heart hammering against my ribs as my soul burst to life again; it felt as if my body was nearly vibrating as my soul thrummed with joy. I turned on my heels, frantically searching the field behind me, finally catching her outline strolling through the grass. Her eyes roaming over the scenery, her onyx hair blowing in the breeze. The deep plum of her dress was such a stark contrast to the world around her, I almost laughed.
“Violet?” I sighed softly, my entire being reaching for her. Violet’s head snapped up, locking eyes with me across the field as her body sagging in relief. I started to take a step towards her, only to be stopped in my tracks when she appeared less than a foot from me.
“I wasn’t waiting any longer,” she choked out, throwing herself at me. I grunted at the impact as her arms wrapped around my neck but quickly regained my bearings, squeezing her tighter to my chest, nuzzling my face in her hair. The waves of joy slowly receded, leaving me with one memory that will haunt my dreams for eternity; I set her down, pulling away so I could rest a hand on her face.
“I’m so sorry,” I managed through the onslaught of tears.
“No, don’t you do that. It was not your fault,” she scolded, poking me in the chest.
“I thought he would leave you if I offered myself instead,” I whispered, running my thumb along her cheekbone, our faces getting closer.
“I don’t want to talk about it, please,” she begged; I nodded, breathing in deeply. “I love you,” she laughed joyfully, her breath puffing against my lips.
“I love you too, my queen.” I closed the gap, sealing our lips; Violet fisted a hand in my shirt, molding our bodies together, her tongue running along the seam of my lips.
“Loki?” my mother called. Violet froze, pulling herself away, a horrified expression on her face.
“It’s okay,” I chuckled. “Odin and Frigga would like to see you.”
“What!” she squeaked. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head with a smile; grabbing her hand, I pulled her to where they stood. “Your Highnesses,” she greeted, dropping into a perfect curtsy.
“Oh, child, please,” Frigga giggled. “It’s wonderful to see you again, Violet, although it will only be short-lived.” My mother stepped forward, pulling Violet into a gently hug; as she stepped back to my side, I caught the twinkle of unshed tears as Violet smiled at my mother.
“What do you mean?” I spoke up.
“Odin?” my mother hummed.
“Your mother and I are sending you back. Your work isn’t finished; Jotunheim and the Nine Realms aren’t yet at peace. I have the ability to resurrect you both; it wasn’t your time yet,” Odin finishes, smiling slightly.
“If you want to go back, of course,” Frigga added, shooting a look at Odin.
What do you think? I heard Violet’s thoughts worming their way into my head.
I was about to ask you the same thing. I laughed out loud, ignoring the looks from my mother and Odin.
I would like that. Violet hummed happily next to me. Before I could give our answer, my mother cut in.
“Are you communicating?” my mother asked, her eyes flicking between Violet and me.
“Yes, apparently, it’s an ability that resulted from our soul being split in two. Our magic does make it easier though,” I answered, glancing at Violet.
“Fascinating,” Frigga breathed, her eyes darting back and forth.
“Your answer?” Odin cut in.
“We accept,” we chorused.
“When Thanos is defeated, you will return to Jotunheim,” Odin explained.
“Can you send us back before?” Violet asked.
“Why?” Odin was taken back by her question, looking to me for an explanation.
“They could probably use the help,” Violet mumbled, looking suddenly nervous.
“Understand that time moves differently here, meaning they have already lost to Thanos at this point on Earth.” Odin cringed at the thought but shook it off, taking a deep breath before continuing. “At the moment, they are broken and helpless, but if you wish to return, I can send you back before the final battle. Therefore, you still have time if you change your mind.”
“Let us know when the time comes,” I answered, squeezing Violet’s hand.
“As you wish,” Odin bowed his head before turning away. I expected him to keep walking, but he stopped, looking over his shoulder at us. “I am truly sorry, my son.” He left us standing with my mother as he walked out of sight, not turning back again. My mother stepped into our line of sight, a bright smile on her face.
“I am so proud of you, my children. You will continue to do great things, and I can’t wait to hear about it when I welcome you both home to Folkvangr when the time comes.” Frigga rested a hand on both our cheeks, smiling warmly; her hands fell away to blow a kiss to us before walking off, leaving Violet and me standing in the field. Resting an arm on her shoulders, I steered Violet to our left, pulling her to a stop at the edge of the stream.
“I want to be excited, but we have to make it through the Titan first,” Violet sighed, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“I believe in us,” I mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead as we watched the cascade of the stream before us.