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elysianslove · 3 years

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Hewwooo! This ask just came into my mind and I wanted to share. So Yuuji has a girlfriend that is a civilian and at first Sukuna is annoyed by her but as time passed he starts to take a like on her since she's always so nice to him despite him being a curse. And he's just so confused about his feelings because him being the king of curses falling for a weakling? Ridiculous. I want to read your interpretation of this idc if its hcs or scenario. Do whatever you like❤

hi my love!! i really hope you like this!! i made it into headcanons so i can go over a larger span of time more smoothly, so i hope that’s okay!

i’m getting so many sukuna requests hell yes 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

okay so let’s make it that you’re yuuji’s gf from before he ate sukuna’s finger ( yeah btw wtf is up with your bf ??? )

he called you as soon as they’d announced the death of his grandpa, because it had felt like you were the last family he had left. seriously you’re his whole world

you’re there when megumi starts explaining stuff about how this finger’s super dangerous and people will die you and yuuji are like 😃✋🏼 wha

but also so unbothered bc he can’t be serious

turns out he is serious laugh out loud

yuuji makes you go home as you’re at the school gate and you’re like mf what??? no???? i’m not leaving you??

he ends up making you wait and then he just never comes back

megumi explains everything to you

but again you’re like 😃✋🏼 pause wtf

you keep texting him and calling him and he’s not responding you’d be angry at him if you weren’t so fucking worried

and so eventually he finds you again

after eating sukuna’s second finger (again, what the fuck sir)

now megumi had told you he was now like ? possessed ? by a curse? it sounded like gibberish to you tbh and it was the last thing you were thinking about when you finally saw him again

all that mattered was that he was okay and alive and in your arms

you’ve never hugged him tighter tbh

so anyways ! yuuji does not want you to meet sukuna

like ever

but when he meets you one day really frustrated from a mission, you ask him about it, and he just vents out everything to you. he tells you how the responsibility can be so overwhelming sometimes, and how sukuna can be so infuriating and you can’t imagine what it must be like having this guy in your head

and then you just go

“can i meet him?”

at first he’s like absolutely not ma’am are u insane

but then you convince him, telling him you trust him and reminding him he has control

so he shifts

you really were expecting something horrendous like seriously you were anticipating fainting from fear

he’s just your bf

with a rougher edge

you like instantly relax

even if this guy’s expressions are nothing like yuuji’s, you remind yourself that it’s still yuuji inside, no matter what

“i like your — tats?”

what do you even say to a curse???

he’s scowling at you so much you might piss yourself but you just repeat constantly that he can’t hurt you

“you disgust me,” he spits out

yuuji shifts back so quick, and just groups you on his arms

“that wasn’t me, i swear,” he says to you and you have to calm him down and tell him it’s okay !! it’s not his fault the guy’s an ass

now! yuuji’s pretty comfortable with your level of physical affection

in fact, he loves it so much. it’s one of his favorite things about you.

so he’s always welcoming an embrace from his favorite person in the world, but it’s so hard to ignore sukuna’s words in his mind repeatedly saying how this is so revolting

he tries his best to pay him no attention

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and a mouth appear somewhere on yuuji’s body and it’ll say “get ur hands off my vessel human!” and ngl

it always makes you laugh

like how comical is that

eventually, over time, the hugs are

kinda nice, sukuna realizes

like he’s a thousand year old cursed spirit

he’s not really gotten any affection yk

like ever

and it’s not that he ever wanted it

but being with you

or well, him possessing yuuji and yuuji being with you and you being with him through transitive property (thank you grade 7 math)

it really like softens him

kinda

a little bit

like the tiniest bit

some part of him, he probably thinks it’s yuuji and not even him and that he’s just confused but really some part of him grows to anticipate the hugs

and when you kiss yuuji

god

your mouth feels so good he wants to feel it for himself

it’s like angering him how you’re growing onto him, so he asks yuuji to shift them

and they do shift

you’re a little surprised bc yuuji gave u like a 3 sec warning before those familiar markings appeared on his skin

“i never thought i’d see you again,” you admit.

and he just kisses you

like full on the mouth

no warning

you pull him back in shock, and rest a hand on his shoulder to keep a distance between you two

“i don’t know where this is coming from but it doesn’t feel right, sukuna.”

and you’re just

you’re just so nice

why are you so nice???

“i love yuuji, so much, and even though you’re sharing a body you’re still a whole other person. it feels wrong.”

god why are you so good? it’s infuriating????

yuuji shifts back, starts apologizing again like the first time

“you have to stop apologizing for something someone else did, babe.”

when he’s alone with sukuna that night he’s like dude, dude, bro, my man — we gotta talk boundaries bc wtf

sukuna just goes “not fair u get to kiss her”

like yeah??? she’s my girlfriend tf ????

so sukuna resorts to watching (or feeling) from the sidelines again

as he grows more and more affectionate towards you

until he’s just as protective over you as yuuji is

until he realizes that

what yhe fuck

maybe he has feelings for you because, one of the main things about you is that the two times you’ve encountered him, you’ve never treated him like a curse. even if being treated human was once considered belittling to him, having you dote on him like that, speak to him as softly

it made his brain go brrrr

so he asks yuuji one day, “can i kiss your gf”

like that’s something you just casually ask

took a lotta convincing but eventually yuuji says “if she says yes then okay”

it takes like

90 minutes for both you and yuuji to decide that you’re okay with it. sukuna’s like fuck it ion wanna anymore lmfao

but anyways

yuuji shifts into him

and

he doesn’t even wait the impatient mf

he just kisses you so suddenly, cupping your neck and tugging at your hair like damn how long has he been wanting to do this

clearly way longer than even he thought

after that yuuji doesn’t exactly share you, but yeah he’ll let sukuna kiss you every now and then

sukuna’s still not fully accepting of his feelings towards you, but he learns to appreciate you

especially your kindness towards him and yuuji, and the tenderness of your touch

he never would’ve seen it coming when he awoke in this teenage boy’s body, but he can admit that you’re definitely an added benefit

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #yuji itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna headcanons

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anonil88 · 3 years

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Malcolm and Marie live blog

I don't usually do liveblogs for movies but yea.

Spoilers ahead!!

I love that its modern timed but very 70s stylized.

A tune indeed.

When you are high and drunk on success and

How the white critic reacts is why I feel like gatekeeping my scripts. At the same time some things I do make are about race or involve.

Marie sitting on the patio smoking is a mood whenever men are talking.

So he's pretentious and unaware.

Whoever chose the music for this, I feel like we would be Spotify mutuals.

Can this nigga stop pacing.

Also can he stop talking;

Marie is so tired and unimpressed.

Also little booties matter and are to be bitten.

Oooo the tension and the jazz.

Title Card over mac and cheese.

Shitty boxes mac and cheese but still mac and cheese.

Tbh i always wonder if spouses/significant others get upset when their spouses don't acknowledge them during speeches.

John sounds so much like his dad but I really hope his acting style differs from his dad a lot.

Guilty confession?

He did not profit off of his partners backstory and then not even acknowledge her.....I.....

If that ever happened to me catch me cussing my partner out during the beginning credits, the end credits, in the car, and at home.

GASLIGHTER!

The way I'm excited for Zendaya to give me some, oooo can she work with Regina King. Please on my knees I pray.

Um no that's not your job to coddle your lead.

He's a dick and the type of dick who makes himself look like a good person around other people.

If Sam Levinson is trying to make his viewers more of misandrist, it's working.

I feel like Marie has her flaws probably a lot of them and we will surely see as this continues, but Malcolm needs to learn how to apologize sincerely.

70s vibes! 70s vibes!

Them kissing and talking about criticism and dreams makes me miss a partner. A partner that I've had and haven't had.

Women really are behind every great man.

Yea sir you fucked a happy moment.

Oh visual allegories for looking in from the outside and cat and mouse chasing and looking from the outside in.

She's saying she doesn't feel noticed by you.

Gas lighter :0 he called her an emotional support dog, bruh.

I would LOVE to co-write or take a writing class held by Sam Levinson. The fights i write are very much in this same realm of reflection and anger and monologue.

Sam.....sam.....are all the sides inside of you doing okay sir?

The ugly side of dating and being in a relationship with someone who struggles with their own demons.

Honestly I could close my eyes and listen to this script being read without seeing these characters visually. Just close my eyes and get a sense of these characters like it was a radio story.

Oh. Oh this is a new wheelhouse of Zendaya acting; a different voice is like breaking through here and her expressions aren't the same we are used to. You can literally hear another character in there....hmm.

Mans is outside really fighting with his invisible demons lmfao.

Selfish ass, how after everything she said you came out of it thinking about your own craft and self instead of how you hurt her.

So she's conditional.

Me: did sam (a white man) say nigga this many times in his script or are the actors adding their own inflections. Not just the lingo used but the topic of race and directing etc. being written by a white writer about black characters is always gonna be a critique when you're writer is a white person.

Alexa play Broken Girls by Saba

He is so hurtful.

A clown nigga a clown look in the fucking mirror you bozo head ass looking like you need some Mehron clown white and a size 16 in clown shoes.

John is doing a really swell performance and reading of these lines.

He is reading her for her insecurities by bringing up his experiences with other women and that.....is yikes.

Arguments can get messy like this in real life but it takes a lot of maturity and control to either not let it get to this point or have a healthy conversation afterwards.

This film is really shot on some very crisp lenses.

They sitting there like 🚬🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️.

Leftover Mac and Cheese and unfinished cigarettes.

The nyt etc. pay walls are so annoying, but there is a work around look at the articles on incognito or add a period at the end of the url.

He sounds like his daddy so much here, weird, this is the only part I'm eh on the dialogue it feels real but a bit out of pace in how they are bouncing off one another.

Nail scissors? So the end is not the only part he based off of Marie. 🙄

ITS A GOOD REVIEW YOU DINGUS but also its a full review they are going to critique things. She isn't wrong though he did profit off of a woman's story that was not his own to profit from.

Yes Malcolm because unfortunately all marginalized people look through a lens of life that is inherently political because of the world they live in.

He is so mad and upset and had a lot on his chest. But I think he Malcolm and Sam are talking about something thats an issue and a non issue. Being critiqued for you art is hard but also Malcolm is not super self aware. He's like a stand in figure of for example rich depop sellers who wanna be oppressed so badly they yell at others instead of examining their own personal behaviors and ethics.

Oh Marie, when you know the spark is gone and you pick fights because.

He ain't even ask her to read?

One critic I have for most of hollywood actors is they learn their cry and that is it. A change from this is Margot Robbie, I adore her fluctuations of crying being similar but the crying is carried differently for each character. If I had to say any actor that does a cry scene amazing its this woman right here (Amy Adams)

You stole her story from her and gave it away, she has a right to be upset and angry and a rubber band ball of emotions.

Citizen Kane, not the cinematography, but the story is it even that good? (Unpopular opinion but meh, maybe in my rewatch it will be better.)

But that is what people want authenticity and whatever authenticity means to them. What is real for one is false for another.

To be honest look at the criticism of Euphoria, well earned, but a lot of people were like this isn't real even though he literally wrote about his own life. People said it was inauthentic like....wtf.

Ahh the smoking is just a habit, he quit and she didn't.

CAST ZENDAYA IN A HORROR MOVIE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. Get Lupita and Zendaya and some more black actors preferably less known ones in a horror movie. One with a interesting script and story, directed by Regina King. Please and thankyou.

I love Marie yep that was amazing.

Behind every great man is a greater woman, one that deserves her credit for how she has stood behind. I wonder the stories of those women, what they have sacrificed or not sacrificed. Their thoughts and feelings when the world is surrounding their partner and views them as a plus one. (I'd write a short script about this but I think do I have the time, can I, or am I equipped ?)

He is a shitty person for bringing up his exes, like she even said I don't wanna know any of that.

Imagine being on anti depressents and rarely having a sex drive and then when you do your partner starts talking about their exes and tearing you apart for all your faults.

I love when you see peaks of Zendaya's cadence in roles.

Tension, what if's and he didn't even bring her up in his speech.

Marie to herself and the audience:

He is not afraid that he will loose her but as my character says in my unreleased story, "i can't wait til you give me a fucking reason to leave your ass." Malcolm expects everything in order for not even doing the bare minimum and she is only asking him for something as simple as consideration. She just wants him to be considerate. He wants to get married and considers their relationship like rolling down a hill at full speed and he cannot apologize, he cannot be considerate, and he cannot admit his wrongs. He can only offer her I love yous that he probably does mean but he does not back up outside of what he's done for her in the past. The past which was more of her experience than his and he sees his part in it as a burden. He doesn't use his own vantage point of the past to further his career he uses her. He does all of these things without a real apology or thankyou because he is not afraid to loose her.

The restrictions of quarantine and the panorama have made Sam's writing very no frills. I wonder how other films from other directors and writers that are filmed in small contained crews like this will be structured. But this was a very good movie gonna add to my letter box 3.3-3.5

Oh shit this is my song,

Ratings/overall thoughts:

Script is like a C+, B- : I could go into my heavier big brain thoughts on the script but I don't feel like it. You catch hints of it above it centers conversation on race and privilege, mainly the writers and questions i have that won't be answered but Sam did make me grow disdain for Malcolm over a short time. Which is sometimes hard to do because im one sympathetic person but the sympathy i have for Malcolm is at 0. Maybe a 2 at some scenes but then it quickly goes back to 0. Some parts of the dialogue miss the mark or hit the are off balanced. While some of it like Malcolm's bathroom speech albeit mean is really strong or their conversation when he comes back from peeing really shines for me.

Performances: B+ to A- because they carried the script further than it could of gone with less talented actors. The monologues do well to showcase their current skill levels which are already high af and leave room for anticipation in where these actors go next.

Zendaya holding a knife: A+ with a gold star. That switch on and off and on is delectable.

John being a shitty boyfriend but following Marie like a lost puppy: B+ with a good job written at the bottom of the paper, Malcolm being nervous a frantic dialed up with more realistic nervousness would have sold me completely on Malcolm's anxious waiting.

Cinematography: A and a participation award.

The mac and cheese: A+ for the easy mac. Wish it was like Annie's or Velveeta.

Cigarettes: Participation award and their picture hung up for student of the month. Why the grill lighter? Everytime Malcolm opened up his mouth Marie was like sparks fly.

The music: A++ with a prize. Whoever picked the music probably makes good Spotify playlists.

#Malcolm & Marie #malcolm and marie #zendaya coleman #zendaya #john david washington #liveblog #mine

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mountainsluna · 4 years

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a little jealousy | part one

PART TWO

summary: when san notices a member staring at you a bit too lustfully for his liking, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

pairing: San x Reader (female) + mentions of Seonghwa

genre: smuttttttt

word count: 3.08k

smut warning: jealous!San, sub!reader, slight brattiness, overstimulation, dirty talk, degradation, slight exhibitionism, the slightest mention of vouyerism, filth, pet names (soft& hard), daddy kink, s&m, oral sex, unprotected sex, just all around filth tbh.

✩ [author’s note] hi! this is my first san/ateez smut ever so i hope you all like it! please feel free to send me any requests or prompt ideas if you want, thank you! :)

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✩ requests : check bio or masterlist ♡

It was a quiet Thursday afternoon, you were cuddled up to San with your legs draped over his lap, his hand caressing your arm as you two watched a movie in the living room. It had been a quiet evening until Wooyoung showed up to bother Seonghwa who had been silently watching tv with you and San from the next sofa. Now Seonghwa’s phone was stuck between the sofa and the wall and the two were struggling to retrieve it.

“Your arm is just too…thick! It doesn’t fit! Just let me move the sofa!” Seonghwa said as Wooyoung was trying desperately to squeeze his arm into the small space.

“So you’re saying my muscles are a problem???” He joked, looking up smugly at an annoyed Seonghwa who was holding a flashlight for him.

“Just give up we need someone with smaller hands or someone more flexible than you!“

The bickering had gotten yours and San’s attention and you decided to offer your help.

“Let me try!” You said, crawling off of San’s lap to the other end of the sofa. It was a tight fit but it wouldn’t hurt to try. As you started to reach down to feel for the phone, Wooyoung grabbed the flashlight from Seonghwa, guiding your arm towards the phone as it was too hard for you to see from your angle.

“Just a littttttlllleeeee farther down you’re almost there!!” Wooyoung encouraged, causing you to bend down even more. Your body was now bent over the armrest and your legs stretched out, you were so focused on getting the phone you hadn’t realized how high up your ass was.

Seonghwa had been standing over you and Wooyoung supervising intently, until you had bent yourself over even more than he expected, the risqué position catching his attention as he slyly looked over your thighs and ass, not moving his head much, just letting his eyes wander your body.

San who had been fixated on the tv turned to see how you were doing and witnessed Seonghwa checking you out. San was about to tell them to handle it themselves and to let you rest until you sat back up with Seonghwa’s phone in your hand.

“Here you go!” You smiled up at him casually as you handed it over to him.

“Thanks beautiful” he says, his index finger coming up to gently tap underneath your chin, his smile lingering a bit longer than usual. The pet name wasn’t anything new. San had heard Seonghwa and even Yunho refer to you as such before but he saw it as nothing more than a term of endearment. After all, you were breathtakingly beautiful, anyone with eyes could see that. But this time felt different. San didn’t know if it was intentional or if it was the jealousy that was beginning to cloud his mind, but he felt like this time it was meant to mock him. As of now, he had been the only one to ever see your body that way, your face in his pillows and your ass up for him to do as he pleases. It was one of his favorite views, the intimacy and dominance he felt from it gave him a rush like no other.

And here Seonghwa had been, staring down at you as you bent over the armrest right in front of him. It’s like he knew he had a piece of you that belonged to San and now there was nothing San could do to take it from him. The image of your ass so vulnerable to him would stay in his mind forever. San felt like he was on fire.

Seonghwa turned and headed to the kitchen. A slight smirk playing on his lips as he left, never once making eye contact with San. It infuriated San to no end. How dare he so blatantly eye fuck you in front of him and then walk away like nothing happened?! San had never wanted to punch him so bad.

You snuggled back up to your boyfriend in your previous cuddling position, his fingers that had been tracing soft circles on your thighs were now digging into them possessively. Confused at his shift in demeanor, you tilt your head to look up at him to see his gaze fixated on Seonghwa who had just reentered the room and was now sitting next to Wooyoung on the adjacent sofa.

“Baby?” You said softly, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention. His gaze lingered on Seonghwa a few more seconds before shifting his eyes to you. His expression never changing.

Oh?

Was he mad at Seonghwa…or you? And why was he mad at all? The way he looked down at you with his dark bangs falling over his eyes and his jaw slightly clenched, made you feel small. You only ever saw that look in the bedroom, right before he’d wreck you for disobeying him or acting a bit too bratty for his liking. But this time you hadn’t done either, and the confusion was evident on your face.

San almost scoffed at your expression, how could you not know what your actions had done? He wanted nothing more than to grab you by your hair and throw you back into that position in front of Seonghwa so he could remind you who you belonged to.

As the movie continued, San’s eyes kept darting between Seonghwa and the tv. He noticed every time Seonghwa would sneak glances at your legs as he chatted with Wooyoung. Each glance making him more upset than the last.

The movie finally ended and San wasted no time moving you off of his lap, sitting himself up stiffly hoping you’d leave before Seonghwa so he could have a moment alone. Instead, you sat there growing even more confused and a little upset by his abrupt actions. You decided to leave him to his moodiness and got up on your own. “I’ll see you in the room baby” you said, not bothering to look his way.

You walk over to say good night to Wooyoung, who gives you a casual side hug from his seat on the sofa. Seonghwa had stood up to stretch his arms before you got to him and as you hugged him good night his hands wrapped around your lower waist and his head dipped a little too close to your neck for San’s sanity. That was enough.

He switched off the tv and threw the remote down, the sound of it colliding with the coffee table startling you three. He proceeded to brush past the two of you as he stormed to his bedroom. You exchanged confused looks with Wooyoung and Seonghwa before following after San.

“Just suck his dick and you’ll be fine!” Wooyoung called after you.

You ignored him and walked into San’s bedroom, the lights were still off and before you could switch them on you were pulled into the room, the sound of the door slamming behind you was loud enough to wake the neighbors. San had you pressed between him and the door, his grip on your throat causing your pussy to pulsate around nothing. San lowered his mouth onto your neck and your breathing hitched instantly. His teeth latched onto you and you gripped his shoulders for stability.

“B..baby why are you acting like this?” You asked in a breathy tone, the feeling of San’s mouth sucking harshly on your sensitive spot already giving you goosebumps all over. He chuckled deeply against your neck, gripping your hip roughly with his free hand as he forced your thighs apart with his knee.

“You’re telling me it wasn’t fun for you?” He asked, grinding you down onto his thigh.

“Wha-?” You were about to question him when you felt his hand that was around your throat now gripping onto your hair, dragging you towards the bed. He sat you on the edge and brought his forehead to rest against yours.

“I. said. Was it not fun for you?” One of his hands pushing between your thighs to rub your clit forcefully but painfully slow. “Did you not enjoy acting like a slut in front of Seonghwa? RIGHT in front of him?” His fingers were speeding up and you started to whimper against him. It took a second to register but you finally understood why he was acting so possessive and rough with you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed Seonghwa’s glances at you today but you never saw him as anything more than a friend and you assumed San knew that.

It didn’t take much to make San jealous, but it took a lot for him to take it out on you. And honestly, you lived for his possessive and dominant side. Yeah he was dominate with you the majority of the time but to get him to be this rough in bed was rare so you wanted to ride this wave as long as you could.

He slapped you lightly but hard enough to bring you back down to earth. “Are you going to answer me or do I have to fuck those answers out of you?”

You smirked a bit before locking eyes with him, “Why? Do you think he liked it?”, earning yourself another slap from San.

He gripped your throat again, his eyes never leaving yours. “You just love being a fucking slut.” He pushed you onto the bed. Kissing you roughly, biting your lip before pulling away. “So much that you’d let my friends stare at your ass right in front of me.” His hands were pulling your shorts and panties down as you watched his every move.

“Its not my fault ” you said innocently.

His eyes were burning holes into yours. “So you liked having Seonghwa’s attention, hmm? You want him between your legs instead of me?” His grip on your legs was bruising as he lowered his head between your thighs. All you could do was pant in response, the anticipation was killing you, you needed San to touch you again so bad. When he didn’t get a response he slapped your thigh harshly, “If you don’t start answering my questions I might as well just gag you shouldn’t I?” Before you could protest, San had his lips latched onto your clit. Moans louder than you expected, were leaving your lips constantly. His tongue working you so well combined with his moans against you sending vibrations through your pussy, it had your head spinning.

It didn’t take long until you were nearing your climax. Your fingers gripping onto San’s soft hair, as you moaned his name. “S-San I’m gonna cum oh my god fuck I’m so close!” San removed his mouth from you to spit on your clit before working two fingers into you.

“That’s my slut, now cum for Daddy, baby girl”. And just like that, you were done for. Your back arching up and toes curling. The feeling of San’s fingers fucking into you was even more intense as your pussy clenched around them. While you came down from your high San resumed eating you out, his tongue lapping at your now sensitive clit, his fingers keeping a slow pace. You started moaning and whimpering at how sensitive you were, not even being able to form a sentence. “S..San I-I… can’t I…oh my godddd” San’s actions got more intense and you could feel your next orgasm already building up, completely going against your words.

“Mmm I bet you could for Seonghwa” he growled against your folds, moving his fingers so that he could practically make out with your pussy. The wetness and pressure you felt from his tongue throwing you over the edge again, your body writhing underneath him. Nothing but San’s name and curse words were falling from you lips.

He let you ride out your orgasm for a moment before instructing you to move farther onto the bed. He crawled on top of you after discarding his clothes. His lips attached to yours, kissing you with so much force and passion. His hands started feeling up your shirt and as he did so, he lifted you up slightly to pull it off of you. He laid you back down and proceeded to take his cock in his hand, pumping a few times, lightly hitting it against your clit causing you to jerk your body at the feeling. “So tell me baby girl, do you think his dick would fuck you better than mine?” He asked as he slid his fingers up your folds, collecting your wetness to lubricate his cock.

“Daddy I promise you, I-I don’t even like Seonghwa” you reassured him. San watched you carefully, slowly starting to push his tip into you. “Say that again baby” he demanded, stopping his movements when only the head of his cock was inside you.

You obeyed, looking him dead in the eyes as you began repeating yourself slowly. Just as you were about to say Seonghwa’s name again, San slammed himself into your pussy, causing his name to come out as a moan. The way you sounded was nearly pornographic, hearing you moan his friend’s name caused his cock to twitch inside you. He pulled out slowly, beginning to fuck into you hastily, your arousal from your previous orgasms allowing his dick to slip in and out of you so smoothly. San loved the way you looked underneath him as he fucked you, so gorgeous and slutty. The way you moaned like a whore while begging for him to make you cum.

You were usually so bratty in bed but San could make you docile so easily it was amusing to him.

As you neared your orgasm San sped up his movements, his thrusts becoming quicker and hitting deeper than before. Your moans got louder and just as he felt your walls begin to pulsate around him, he brought his fingers down to rub your clit, the overstimulation had you seeing stars. Your jaw went slack and you nearly went silent, barely being able to breathe properly. “What’s the matter baby girl, did I fuck you stupid?” He teased through gritted teeth and a smirk.

You looked so fucked out already and he wasn’t even done with you yet. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving love bites as your breathing came back to normal. San sat up slapping your thigh lightly which meant he wanted you to turn over. You looked up at him in disbelief.

“A…again?” You asked shakily between breaths. He smiled down at you, his hand pumping his cock as he spoke.

“Of course baby girl, I still have to make you cum in Seonghwa’s favorite position.”

The mention of Seonghwa’s name had you perking up again, you were beginning to get addicted to San’s jealous side. Without arguing you turned over, bringing your ass up as high as you could manage right in front of San’s cock.

He was so built up, the image of you alone was enough to have him cumming all over your ass. “Now baby girl,” San began, bringing a hand down to caress your ass and your folds. “While I fuck you, you’re going to moan Seonghwa’s name for me, do you understand?”, his finger scratching up your thigh lightly, the slight pain bringing you so much pleasure.

“D-Daddy are you sure?” You ask him, pushing your ass back to press against his cock. “You’re the one that owns my pussy” you tell him, feeding his ego as much as you could. His request shocked you but then again, the thought of moaning Seonghwa’s name as San fucked you into the bed was exciting you already.

“Oh I know I do baby, but I want Seonghwa to know what he’ll never have” he said, thrusting into you without warning. His thrusts were more erratic this time but forceful none the less. His power was unbelievable. Your moans and screams were being muffled by the blankets and pillows underneath you and San was not having it. He grabbed you by your hair pulling your head up roughly.

“You think I’m gonna let you moan so pathetically while I’m inside you? Say it louder.” He growled in your ear. Desperate to get him to cum, you started to moan Seonghwa’s name as lewd and as loud as you could manage, the feeling getting you off more than you expected. “That’s it baby girl, just like the fucking whore you are”, his filthy words causing you to go limp as yet another orgasm washed over you.

San came instantly as he felt your walls milking him for the second time that night. He laid back against the pillows and you crawled between his legs to suck his dick lazily as he rode out the last of his orgasm. His head falling back as he groaned and moaned your name softly.

Once he was completely spent, he caressed your cheek, helping you into his embrace so that he could cuddle you to sleep. You wanted to talk to him about what happened but you decided it would be best to save if for the morning.

San played with your hair as his breathing returned to normal. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you drifted off to sleep. Before his eyes closed, he covered you both with the blanket and kissed your head before falling asleep himself.

———

The next morning you were the first one up, you kissed San’s forehead softly before heading into the shower quickly. Once you were fixed up and clean you went into the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee, like you always did when you stayed over.

However, when you reached the coffee maker you noticed that it had already been made, your favorite mug already waiting next to it.

You felt someone’s chest pressing against your back and by the feeling alone, you knew instantly that it wasn’t San.

It was Seonghwa.

His arms entrapped you on both sides, his hands resting on the counter in front of you. You turned your head slightly as you felt his breath against your neck before he spoke. “Good morning, beautiful” he said, pecking your shoulder lightly.

You felt frozen in place. “You know, if you and San are going to use my name so much in bed, you should at least let me be there.”

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Himmeløyne [4/?]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader

Words: 4k | Catch Up Here | Masterlist

Warnings: Mild violence, barely anything worth warning about tbh.

A/N: Despite the slow start, I can guarantee the next three chapters will heat up a bit. Also, I’m really excited to use Sif more narratively. I’m quite excited to see how the dynamic will be in the next chapter given our heroes current predicament at the end. Also, I apologize, this chapter defeated me, it’s not the best, but I had fun writing for Brokkr.

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~Y/N

A row of guards took up defensive positions against you, moving around until you were surrounded in a circle. Loki had been subtly ramping up the difficulty of each sparring match after his defeat. This was simply another one of his stunts.

You dug your heels into the courtyards lawn. Your sparring party advanced like butterflies on a string, when one moved the other adapted, keeping the circle as perfectly formed as possible.

You deflected sword swings, axe thrusts, flinging daggers and shield bashes as deftly and gracefully as you could. You relied more on your light footing and magical abilities than brute force.

Once a soldier knocked you off balance or onto the ground, Sif would bang her sword onto her shield and shout sternly, "Again!"

You'd groan, roll your eyes and storm back into the fray. Each reset made your limbs feel heavy, each knock made your muscles ache and each time Sif banged on her shield you wanted to use your abilities to bang it against her stern face. Seeing her everywhere, cold eyes, grim line across her lips, each day, every day, was driving you slightly insane. And more than a little agitated.

Loki and Frigga were nowhere to be seen this morning. Loki had spent more time doing research since his defeat- he was undoubtedly sulking. For a god, he certainly had a flair for the dramatic. For a prince, his behaviour seemed appropriate.

Suddenly, a shield crashed into your chest and you left you feeling winded, knocking the air out your lungs.

"Ughhh!" You collapsed. The soldier retreated to his original position.

"Again!" Sif banged on her shield.

You rolled your eyes like clockwork.

"I need one damn minute," you tried to catch your breath.

"Your enemy won't give you the privilege of a respite. Again!"

Sif ordered louder than before.

"Gaaah!" You flung your hands from exasperation while still on your knees. What you hadn't intended to happen was cause several soldiers to hurtle backwards from a wave of air.

Sif took cover behind her shield and hunkered on one knee to stay in place. When she stood back up she looked at you with both disbelief and fear hiding behind anger.

"Oops, sorry." You rose your hands up cautiously, biting your lip to keep from laughing. An apologetic look making your eyes flutter wide-eyed. "Water break?"

All the men rose from their fallen positions and groaned in agreement, dropping their weapons onto the grass while they stretched out their joints. Sif stood back up and followed you to the water barrels.

~LOKI

Loki turned the page of the book hovering above the table without the use of his hands, legs crossed at the ankle on the table. His fingers were busy working on an octagonal puzzle piece, eyes fixed on the magic reflective pool that allowed him to keep an eye on Y/N while she sparred in the courtyard.

A pleased smile spread across his face when he saw her fling several soldiers through the air accidentally. The childish face she pulled when Sif scowled at her intrigued him. It was almost adorable.

"Why do you watch her so?" Frigga asked as she walked into the library.

"Curiosity," Loki admitted as he stopped toying with the puzzle, setting it down on the table and stretching from the stiffness that ached at his bent spine.

Frigga smiled, "I've seen you curious, and this isn't the same."

Loki stopped the magic that caused the pages to turn on the book, it slumped loudly onto the surface of the table as lifeless as it was supposed to be.

Loki rolled his eyes, "Is that why you tried to convince Father to let her stay? Why you made me teach her the ropes when we both know you'd be a better teacher? So you could play matchmaker?"

Frigga took a turn about the room, her hand gliding over each books leather-bound spine at shoulder level. "I simply want what's best for you."

Loki scoffed sarcastically, "Because Father would definitely approve."

"Besides, I thought that by giving you something to do you'd stop playing tricks on your poor brother. You know how much he despises your aptitude for… trickery."

"It's not my fault he's a boorish brute, too thick-headed to see through simple guises," Loki snaked.

Frigga used her magic to fling a book at his head, "Don't be so hard on him."

Loki ducked away from the on-coming book and it, in turn, gently placed itself back on the shelf.

Loki laughed, "He makes it too easy."

"One of these days, my son, someone will wipe that smirk from your face," Frigga said.

"Well, until then," Loki jumped off his seat and went to retrieve another book from the shelf. "I'll just have to ensure this handsome face finds reasons to smirk." He pointed at his lips as he flipped through pages, eyes narrowing when he saw something of interest. "If you'll excuse me, Mother, I have a mystery to solve."

"Don't undo the fabric of the universe," Frigga sighed before making her way to her chambers.

~Y/N

Your rest was uneasy, as was par for the course recently. Every time you shut your eyes, you were reminded of all the things you wished you could have forgotten. Smoke serpenting towards the moon; blood-stained snow; giants slashing bodies in half; marked blue skin; demon red eyes; a cold sharp implement serrating through your chest; drowning in blood.

Your mood had begun to suffer ever since you woke up in a strange world surrounded by the god-like beings you once revered.

It helped that most of your days were kept busy by training with Loki or doing research in the libraries, it was your time alone that you dreaded. You had even grown to find comfort in the ever-watchful gaze of your protector, Sif.

You had been tossing and turning all night. It was discomforting how invasive the light in Asgard could get. It may have been mesmerising each morning to awaken to such spectacular, brilliant skies, but it also got annoying when all you wanted to see when you closed your eyes was pitch black. The world here didn't turn to blackness like it did on Earth. There was always a lit lantern, a light shimmering, a star too bright.

Asgard's odd placement and flat surface in the universe meant that the sun didn't rise and fall as it did on earth, and yet the skies would grow darker as though it did. Magic, you assumed. However, its effectiveness was like covering your eyes with lace or a mesh cloth, light still got through the tiny holes.

When you finally conceded to your agitated mood and stopped trying to force yourself to sleep, you put on your long sheer cloak and made your way to a balcony that overlooked the waterfall at just the right angle. No buildings obstructing and a clear line of sight of the statue of Bor.

This was one of the few places where guards were scarce. Sif however, was lingering within the shadows a few paces away. No matter how much time passed, she never failed to watch you like a hawk, making you feel closed in and unwelcome some days.

Your frustration started to bubble to the surface and the leaves budding off the vines entwined around the balcony columns shivered from the outward ripple of your power.

You remembered one of Loki's key teachings and rolled your shoulders until they slumped back and your head was tilted to the star-speckled sky. You closed your eyes and took in several deep, slow breaths.

"Do you ever sleep?" You asked just loud enough for Sif to hear you.

After a beat, you heard her footsteps advance towards you until she was close enough to touch, her body showing signs of fatigue for the first time as she leaned against the balcony railing.

"That's a secret I'll never tell," her tone sounded alarmingly close to being amiable.

You were taken aback by her more approachable demeanour, Sif almost looked at ease. For once you didn't feel like a pariah surrounded by people who only looked at you with caution and fear, anticipating the worst from you. Maybe it was because you were used to Sif being the forbearer of such responses to your actions, it felt freeing to have her so close and not armed to the teeth.

"I barely sleep," you tried to get her to open up a bit more.

Sif kept her eyes locked straight ahead, "I know."

"You must be looking forward to the day Odin and Thor return. You won't have to hover over me through each waking moment."

"I am."

"Oh..." Her bluntness stung a little.

Sif noticed your posture droop, "I worry for them. I'm frustrated they chose not to take me with, but they had no problem taking those three idiots with."

"Them?"

"Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg… and Thor." Her lips flickered.

"Oh, the fabled Warrior's Three. My mother used to tell me tales of their adventures," you said with a bitter-sweet fondness.

"D- do you miss your family?" Sif seemed a little adamant to ask the question.

You swallowed hard, your hand touching the scar on your chest instinctively. You remembered everything with excruciating detail.

"With every breath."

"I can't begin to imagine..."

"Don't," your voice was a cold warning despite its low range.

Feeling the air turn stale with dread, Sif tried to shift the mood, "You should take up weapon practice. Magic, though powerful, has its limitations."

You played with your magic, prompting a bud to bloom under your touch. "What do you suggest?"

Sif thought long and hard, "It will take weeks for your arms to grow accustomed to Asgardian steel. I'm assuming most of your shields were fashioned from wood which means you've got the muscle for lighter materials. Perhaps a weapon with range. Something light and agile that won’t slow you down."

"My mother was an archer in her youth, taught me a thing or two about hunting," you spoke softly, reminiscing about the past.

Sif hummed in agreement, "A bow would be a perfect weapon for you. I believe the Dwarf blacksmith Brokkr is still here. We can speak to him about fashioning you a bow."

Sif pulled her night shawl around her arms, her braces covered by purple fabric.

"He's probably still in the tavern," she mused. "Care for a stroll?"

You were more than elated at the idea, "I have nothing better to do."

***

The tavern was saturated with the stench of mead and stale bread. In the corner, a bard played his minstrel with numbed fingers, nose and ears red from drink. The tune he played out was off on several notes and more than a little out of rhythm.

The bar-wench was wiping down the tables while men more sober than the patrons wheeled unopened casks of mead into a back room.

Even though you hadn't spent much time in taverns, this particular scene seemed homely to you. A smile crept onto your face. The bar-wench eyeing you suspiciously, but without the usual hints of fear.

"Wait here, I'll go ask Magda if she's seen Brokkr," Sif told you as she left to converse with the bar-wench.

You strolled around, eyeing each drunk burly sized man and woman that were half passed out on the furniture. The fireplace grabbed your attention, the thought of being showered by a million splinters made you shiver. You rubbed your eyes, starting when Sif tapped your elbow.

"She said they're in the back," Sif pointed to a doorway blocked off by some drapes in the back. "Here-" she pulled the hood of your cloak over your head. "Best not stir any suspicious eyes."

"What's back there?" You asked.

"That is where the Game of the Fates is played," she replied.

"Game of the Fates?"

"You'll see," Sif reassured you. "Magda says there's quite a crowd today. Don't wander off, you're still a stranger to most here."

Sif pried the dividing drape to the side, allowing you to slink through the small opening, she followed behind and you waited for her to lead the way.

In a dark corner to the south of the building, a rounded, muscly Dwarf with dreading hair and an unkempt beard running all the way down to his navel, sat on a set of small furnishings. His head in his hands as he burped into an empty clay jug with detailed depictions of Valkyrie's.

"Brokkr?" Sif asked, hunkering down on folded legs to keep the Dwarf's eye level.

"Begone, wench. I have no need for more ale," He waved her away without looking up.

Sif smiled and took his hand in her, applying pressure on his meaty thumb.

"Arrrg!" He reclined backwards.

"Do I look like a tavern-wench?" Sif said with patronising sweetness.

You smiled at her quiet display of brass.

"Lady Sif, forgive me, I didn't see you there." Brokkr snatched his hand away once Sif released it. "What brings you to my humble table?" He sneered, glancing at you with uncertainty.

"We'd like to commission a weapon," Sif said.

"A new sword eh? I see you're without your usual choice of weapons..." Brokkr banged his two metal bracelets together, sparking like firewood, and out of thin air, a sword of pure gold manifested in his open palms. "I call it Wyndel the Crooked, because of the curved edges." He handed it to her.

Sif eyed the magnificent piece of metalwork, the gold gleaming with the fire from the torches. She balanced the hilt and flicked the blade with her nail, a resonating ping spreading outward.

"This is impressive Brokkr, somehow I feel you've been holding out on me," Sif placed the sword on the table. "Gold isn't really my colour, though."

"No, but it's hers," Brokkr's eyebrows wiggled in your direction. His concentration focused on your eyes. "Never in my years have I seen such marvellous eyes. I know of a collector who would die to have them on display."

You gulped and took a small step back.

Brokkr's yellowing teeth flashed in full view as he laughed at your frightened expression, "Relax, lass. He is a far ways from here."

Sif slapped her palm on the table, "Stop terrorising her. Back to the matter at hand."

"Right, what weapon were you thinking?"

"A bow, something fashioned from wood. Light and balanced."

Brokkr stroked his braided beard, "A bow, eh? I haven't sculpted a bow since… Well, it's been too long to remember."

Brokkr reached over into his pocket and pulled out a pair of monocles, he then snatched your hand close, dragging you towards him with impressive strength.

"Hey!" you protested but Sif placed a hand on your elbow and gestured everything was okay.

"Dainty, long, a little bony," Brokkr laughed. "Small palm, unusually long fingernails. Hmmm, yes I can work with these." Brokkr's brows frowned as he pulled your palm closer to his monocles. "These lines-" He ran a fat finger across your palm lines.

"You are haunted by terrible dreams, but some of them aren't dreams. Some haven't come to pass. Loss, pain, anger... death!" His eyes snapped to yours with wiry intensity.

You pulled back and forced your hand out of his, Brokkr stared lifelessly for a moment before turning back to Sif and regaining his relaxed posture from before. "I can have a bow ready in two days."

Feeling unnerved by what just transpired you leaned close to Sif and whispered, "I don't think I can be near him right now, I'm going to look around."

Sif nodded, "Remember not to wander too far, I am going to try and haggle a discount from this prideful fruit-cake."

You left Sif and Brokkr behind, their hushed arguing growing more and more heated the further you walked. Drawn to a gathering crowd, you pushed your way through in an effort to see what all the commotion was about.

You heard the rattle of dice inside a cup as a familiar voice spoke out coyly, "Do you honestly think your Warrior will strike down my Champion?"

A deeper, controlled voice responded, "You bestowed the favour of cunning, but not all know how to wield it as skillfully as you, my prince."

When you made your way through, you recognised Loki, sitting on a stool, fingers tapping on his lips as though he was contemplating something. The darker man beside him seemed familiar, like seeing a reflection in passing, but you couldn't say for sure if you'd ever seen him before. The two-horned helmet resting beside his sword close to his feet gave you some idea of who he might be. His gold eyes shooting in your direction, brow furrowed, jaw clenching.

You felt like you had imposed on something important, his gaze making the hair stand on your neck. You nearly fumbled out of the crowd, but Loki spotted you and rose from his stool with a great smile on his face.

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite student, Y/N," He pulled a chair out from under a spectator using a flush of magical energy, causing the poor man to tumble to the floor. "Please, sit. Join us."

You gulped, afraid to hold contact with those golden eyes, "I don't want to impose."

"Nonsense, Heimdall doesn't mind. Do you?" Loki arched a brow at the man opposite him.

Heimdall let out a huff of air, extending his hand to the chair, "Not at all."

You sat and watched the men play a game that comprised of dice, a board, a large brass bowl with leaves burning in blue flame and several carved statuettes.

"What is this?" You whispered to Loki.

He leaned close and placed his pinkie finger on your knee as he explained in a scheming manner. Heimdall narrowed his eyes disapprovingly, making Loki's smile grow wider.

"It's called the Game of the Fates. Each carved figure is unique to each… err, we'll use the word God for lack of a better term. They represent a being we have seen fit to bestow a blessing on to try and shift the balance of fate in their favour."

Your mouth opened in a small O shape as you tried to keep track.

Loki continued, "The dye is rolled to determine whose turn it is. We each pick a number and the one who chose the number closest to the one shown on the pair of dye takes their turn. Then they stare into the flame and it reveals what has transpired, like a window through space. The one who tilts the balance in their favour the most wins."

"Wins?" You asked, almost hurt. "Sounds like you're playing with the lives of mortals, intervening with the course of action."

Loki chuckled, "Isn't that why mortals pray to us."

You squinted your eyes at Loki but you had to reconcile the fact that he had a good point, "What does the winner get in return?"

"All sorts of things," Loki removed his finger from your knee after Heimdall stared daggers at him. "In this case, we bet a secret. If I win, Heimdall gets to reveal his secret."

"And if you lose?"

This time Heimdall was the one to speak up, "Then I get to set some ground rules."

"Shall we?" Loki asked Heimdall.

Heimdall nodded.

Your eyes absentmindedly wandered to the blue flame. It began to dance and skirt, forming enflamed pictures. Then that horrid blue face with those devoid red eyes screamed at you through the fire and you felt something powerful free itself from your chest.

The sensation was so powerful you started to lean to the side, on the verge of collapsing. Heimdall tried to steady you, but as soon as his skin came in contact with yours, a golden curtain closed over your eyes as burning visions flowed into your synapses.

A smile over pink lips, laurel wreath crowning wild curls, two palms pressed together: one dark the other light. Eyes as blue as yours staring back at you.

"Mother?" You gasped within the waking dream. She didn't hear you or see you.

She was young then, younger than you ever remembered her being. The vision was off, like a memory fallen to age and constantly made to look brighter and seem more colourful.

Then your own memories mixed in and suddenly you were back on the cold ground with a sword in your chest, red eyes looking down at you in disgust.

"It's here, I can almost taste it!" The frost-giant said to someone you couldn't see

You focused on those eyes that reflected your pooling blood at you. It was as though you were willing yourself back to that point, all the anger clawing to be free, to undo the past and kill this giant that stared down at you before he could try and kill you.

Through the rush of rage, you felt your power drawing from another magical source. An older and much darker one. Through the confusion, two more hands braced around you and then you were falling through a spillway of colour.

***

"Y/N," You felt someone’s fingers lightly tapping against your cheek. "Y/N, wake up."

The cold icy feel of snow seeping through your cloak forced your snipe to shoot upwards, eyelids flying open as you took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

"What? Where?" You tried to get the words out but you were too distraught to think straight.

"You opened a portal and took us with you," Sif relaxed back into the snow, Brokkr's golden sword next to her.

"I should have warned you," Loki walked from one edge of the cliff-face to the next, trying to get his bearings. "Never stare into the flames. They show you what it is you most desire to see. When Heimdall tried to steady you, I think you leeched onto his latent powers. He can open portal-ways, but it takes a tremendous amount of energy."

"I don't think I desired this," you searched the horizon for a landmark. "I don't even know where we are."

"Well, we aren't on Asgard anymore," Sif said.

"Judging by all this mist and how cold and dark everything looks, I think we're on Niflheim," Loki squinted across the landscape of mountains and snow and ice that stretched forever. No sign of life or civilisation.

Sif stood from the snow and shouted to the sky, "Heimdall, if you can hear us, open the bi-frost! Heimdall!"

"He can't see us," Loki said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean he can't see us?" Sif demanded.

"It's because of her," Loki pointed at you. "She bears a mark of Odin. I believe your people call it the Ægishjalmar?"

You nodded, "It's a protective marking, all the women in my family have it."

"That's a half-truth," Loki snorted. "It is a protection spell, just not from harm."

You stood to look him directly in the eye, "Then what is it?"

"What is the one thing a God, as you like to call us, would ever think mortals needed protecting from?" He asked.

"Their own kind," Sif groaned as she swung the sword at a rock in frustration. "It's a masking spell. That's why Heimdall never saw the attack. And that's why he won't be able to see us!" She kicked the snow next.

"Why would Odin try and mask my existence from your kind?" You asked the two Asgardian's.

"You're a witch and a powerful one. Whatever the source of your power-" Loki moved your cowl over your shoulder so his fingers could grace over the brand on your forearm. A shiver ran across your arm sending tingles of electricity through you. You pulled away and Loki tilted his head to the side, his face confused by the strange electric current that passed through you both. "That is probably the reason."

"Okay, then it's simple," Sif stormed over to you. "You just have to open another portal."

"I don't know how. As I said, I've never been here before," you said with annoyance. "I can barely fight let alone conjure enough power to open a portal through worlds!"

A flash of blue light swept through the snow around you, blowing it away to form a perfect circle around your knees as you crashed to the ground feeling helpless.

"The flames show you what you desire to see," Loki kneeled next to you. "What is it you desire?"

"To see my mother again."

"No, pet," He lifted your chin. "That is what you wish for, not what you truly desire. What is it that drives you each moment of every day?"

Anger flashed through you, a glow reflecting through Loki's calm eyes letting you know your eye colour had turned into a burning azure, bright and fierce.

"I want to kill him," you said through gritted teeth. "I want to feel the life leave his body. I want to destroy them all!"

Wisps of blue smoke snaked around you causing Loki and Sif to lean away from you. The mountain beginning to rumble. You screamed in frustration, another ripple of power bursting through you. The cliff shook and the snow was thrust into the open air to form an artificial snowfall. A stream of blue light burning a hole through the grey clouds, acting like a flame in the dark.

"She probably tracked the essence of the frost giant that tried to kill her," Loki whispered to Sif.

"For once, Loki, I agree with you," Sif brandished the golden sword Wyndel with two hands as she looked down the hill.

Having spotted the miraculous burst of light, the Jotuns had gathered below the cliff-face, weapons in hand, red eyes filled with fear and surprise. They were a scouting party, probably stationed here to ambush someone.

Loki rolled his eyes, "Typical. All I wanted to do was play a harmless game of Fates!"

You walked over to Loki's side, "I suppose this is good a reason as any to put my skills to the test."

Loki sighed and retracted his arms, small daggers falling into his palms from their hiding place up his sleeve.

"Yay," he said dryly. "Let's go fight some giants."

Sif sighed, “The one day I decide to leave my weapons behind.”

~HEIMDALL

Heimdall gasped in shock as he saw Loki, Sif and Y/N disappear right before him into a portal. When he had felt his daughter’s powers leeching from his own, he had urged Sif and Loki to help pry her from him, but in turn, they had been sucked in too.

All the eyes in the tavern were a mixture of drunk confusion, shock and fear.

“Hey, where did you send them?” Brokkr demanded. “That mean warrior took my sword with her!”

Heimdall stood hastily as he made his way to the palace in search of Frigga.

Chapter Five

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