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purringsquid · 1 year

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Heimdall x Reader, wedding

(PART 1)

You are a goddess of secrecy and hidden knowledge, something you had learned very soon Odin values overall. You are also a patroness the dead, which is no coincidence. You can hear their voices, just as your now husband can hear the thoughts of the living. Again, no coincidence there, Odin had chosen you specifically in hope that you give him a grandchild that would combine your and his son’s powers or as he put it ‘will have the wit Heimdall clearly lacks to use his powers to their fullest’.

Speaking of your husband. When they first introduced you, you thought the All-father was playing a joke on you. You have traveled a long way, came through the trouble of putting on your best dress and setting your hair on the road, just for the son of Odin to scoff and say;

“She’s adequate.”

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You are far from the prettiest woman at your own wedding, that honor is left to Sif, who you, despite a bit of healthy jealousy, will soon love like a sister - sooner than you will grow onto your own husband, that is.

You look on your reflection in the shiny wase of flowers you yet cannot name. Sif's handmaids made you look more beautiful than you ever were, and it makes you feel proud. If only your husband saw it the same. Everyone seemed more thrilled to talk to you than your he was.

"Hey, bride?" Thor is leaning over Sif and pointing at you with his cup. "You had mead before?"

"Not as good as this one, no."

He grunted in approval. At least he made it easy to know what he wants to hear. Again, unlike your husband, who seemed annoyed if anything.

"Idiot pleaser, as if we didn't have enough of those."

You are sure, that you heard your husband acknowledge you for the first time that night. It might be the warmth of alcohol, that makes you swallow down a bitter answer and turn to him instead. Happy that he finally noticed your existence.

"Why do you ignore me the whole night? Dance with your bride!" You request with forced cheerfulness.

"I'm good." He grins and you have no time to think of the meaning of his answer because Magni gets up reaching his hand to you.

"I will dance with you, lady Y/N."

You laugh, accepting the boy's hand. The dance is uncoordinated but fun, he lifts you up like you weight nothing and makes you laugh so loud you forget about your husband’s attitude. You let him guide you in the dance and laugh at his bragging, jokes and occasional gossips.

After the song ends you don't get a breath before Modi, who in his boyishness needs to copy his brother, asks you for a dance himself. You accept. They remind you of your own little brothers and their playful rivalry. He is certainly worse at managing his alcohol than his brother is. He almost falls on you and visibly swallows what’s getting back up his throat multiple times.

Then right before he’s about to fail to hold his puke anymore, Baldur comes to rescue pushing Modi away, letting him run away from the dance floor to do his thing. “Those two would tear you apart rather than let the other have a longer dance. They are good for heavy work and nothing else.”

It seems almost as if he just wanted to prevent Modi from puking on you and leave, but then as you almost start walking away, he lays his hand on your waist and moves. “But you haven’t won neither.” He actually dances a known dance you recognize and correctly too, something you wouldn’t expect from Aesir in the middle of their party.

“Between you and me, I would rather marry Magni than Heimdall.” He spins you around until you lose your feet and then catches you in his arms.

“But I would enjoy being torn apart.”

You laugh and he helps you stand still. Your head had not yet noticed that you are no longer spinning, but with how drunk you are, it’s not fully unpleasant, especially since Baldur lets you lean against him.

“May I?” At last Thor asks for a dance himself, gesturing for Baldur to leave, which he does, but not before bowing and adding. “When you get tired of his blond ass I will be still here.”

You don’t dwell on his words, you just acknowledge them with a laugh and focus on the god before you. You have to admit you are a bit jealous of Sif, Thor is charming, and you cannot help yourself but to take in the sight of his body with joy. Your own groom is nothing to compare. Your eyes flash in his direction but he is not in his chair. You pay it no mind. Too distracted by Thor’s strong hand on your hip.

He dances more like Baldur than his sons, but there’s something more personal about it. He makes mistakes and laughs on them, picks you off the floor at times and presses your body against his a little too tight. He is a joy to dance with. Then he speaks and the mood changes.

"You hear the dead, don't you?"

He grunts. "Can you hear my mother too?"

You lay your head to his chest and listen. You push the noises in the room away focusing instead on the soft voices behind it. You do not notice that your dance had stopped but you notice the cold presence at Thor's side.

‘Odin lies. He had changed. He lies to you. You are smart, my child, he lies to you, so you don't think of why he makes you kill your own kind. He had changed. My perfect boy, you must-‘

You twitch, pulling away from your dance partner.

"She called you smart." You smile on him. “And handsome.”

"You mock me." He says, letting go of you. The cheery has atmosphere broken.

You watch him leave, confused, but sure that this will make sense once you sober up. You are about to head to the table and pour yourself one more mug to forget the awkwardness, but you are stopped by another hand on your waist. You are about to refuse this dance, as your legs are starting to get tired, but when you turn you see the All-Father himself looking back at you.

"May I have a dance, Lady Y/N?" He asks and it’s not your place to refuse.

So, you dance with him, his moves swifter than you would assume but still slower than his grandsons’. He pulls you close and leans to your ear as you dance.

"The dead have nothing to say here in Asgard, Y/N. You will not voice their concerns again, do you understand?"

"Yes, All-Father." It’s an order and you know it.

He leads you back to the table and you look around but cannot spot your groom.

“He left as soon as Baldur asked you to dance.” The All-Father explained. “You will find him in his room.”

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end of part 1

tell me what you think, it's my first fic

#heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok #god of war x reader #heimdall #x reader #fanfiction #wedding #baldur x reader #heimdall x wife reader #my writing

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 years

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Gimme Little Sign

Summary: When you're invited to the annual ball in Asgard things get revealed between yours and Loki's close friendship.

Paring: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 2,107

Warings: Teeny weeny bit of Angst if you squint, pinning. Friends to lovers, Fluff.

Dividers: @silkholland

*Not beta read*

Tonight was the Agardian Ball, Thor and Loki had invited you to the event as their guest and you couldn't have been more happy. You were putting the finish touches on your hair as Lady Sif has enter your chambers. " Might I say, that dress looks divine on you Lady Y/N", she said as she gave you a bright smile . " Thank you Lady Sif, you look beautiful yourself". The two of you chatted for a little while more before you made your way down to the ballroom.

As you arrive at the ball you're automatically greeted by Frigga, " My dear, you look very lovely tonight", Frigga says as she embraces you with a hug. " Thank you, your highness it's an honor to be here tonight" you bow as Frigga signals Thor to come over and say hello. " My Lady pop-tart, you look very gorgeous tonight!" he exclaimed with joy as he embraced you with a bear hug. " Goldie Locks!" you say smiling.

" I shall leave you two to catch up, have fun tonight dear, let your worries go" Frigga says as she disappears into the crowd to find Odin. You and Thor chat for a little while before you feel someone put their hands over your eyes.

"Loki?" You questioned, " The one and only my dear", your face automatically fills excitement as you turned around in his embrace " I missed you mischief " you wrapped your arms around his waist giving him a tight hug. As he pulls back she gets to fully take in the appearance of you.

Your hair was done in a traditional Asdargian hairstyle as well as your makeup, what makes his breath almost hitch in his throat is your gown. Not only are you dressed in his colors, It's the way the gown fits your frame so beautifully and highlights everything wonderful about you.

Loki can’t help but take a quick glance at how the built in corset made the top of your breast look divine. " You look breathtaking and exquisite this evening darling" he takes your hand and gives it a kiss. “ You’re such a flirt but thank you," You take a monument to take in the sight of him, his beautiful raven curled hair dangling perfectly just going past his shoulders.

As for his attire he wears an all black suit that makes him look enthralling. " You look rather exquisite yourself" you tease. " Thank you" he grins.

"Care for a dance dear?" he extended his arm towards you "Yes, i would love too!" without hesitation you hook your arm with his as you both head to the dance floor. The music begins to play and you both begin to dance.

As the hours of the night passed by and it was getting closer to the end of the night, it felt like you had danced and drank with almost everyone here. You were getting ready to say your farewells, The sound of the waltz began to play.

" Loki?" you questioned with a mischievous smoke, " Alright fine will dance my dear, however this will be the last one, Alright?" he says in a calm tone. You nod your head as you place your hand out for him to take and make your way to the dance floor.

Once the two of you reach the middle of the floor, he gently yet lovingly places his right hand on the small of your back, as his left fits perfectly into your other hand. Just then the song begins to fully play. You look up and get lost as your eyes lock with his angelic light green eyes. They looked chartreuse as the lighting hit them.

You're not sure how long you stared into his eyes getting lost in them, ever so the music fades and you are brought out of your trance by the sound of everyone clapping. The two of you pull away from each other as you bow to one another and clap along with the others.

All of a sudden you felt this rush begin to overcome you, unintentionally you grab one of Loki's hands " I don't feel so good" you place your other hand to your forehead.

" Love, What's wrong!?" Loki gets frightened as he takes his free hand and lifts your face up slightly to see it begin to go pale. " Let's get some air" he quickly excuses the two of you out as he helps you walk to sit on the balcony.

As soon as the cool air hits your face you feel slightly better, Loki helps you sit down and he gently rubs your back." I'm sorry Loki'' he looks at you with confusion, before he realizes it " You had some of Thor's Asgard mead again, didn't you?" you nodded with your head in the palms of your hands.

" That mead is too strong for you my dear" he carefully pulls you into his chest. " How about we call it night?" You nod your head in agreement and he helps you up.

As you arrive back to your chamber he awaits outside the door as you get undressed and into your sleep wear. Once finished you open the door and gesture for him to enter. The two of you sit up against the headboard of the massive bed.

" How are you feeling dear?" he plays with the strands of your hair that aren't pinned in your bun. " I feel a lot better, but I'm pretty sure I'll have a hangover in the morning" you let out a small laugh as you rest your head on his shoulder, Loki lets out a small laugh of his own.

The two of you sit in silence for a couple of minutes before he turns to face you more as he pulls out a mini box from his coat. " What's that?" You say with curiosity. " It's simply a gift for you, my little mortal, open it" he places the box in the palm of your hand.

You give the box a quick look before you open it, you let out a gasp when you realize it's the Asgardian necklace you had been eyeing since your very first visit to Agardian. It was a gold heart shaped necklace, with little Asgardian diamonds surrounding the outline of it as a beautiful emerald stone sat in the middle of it.

" Loki, you really didn't have to!" you say with shock and disbelief " I love it but I really do, i can't accept this gift!" you look up to see his expression. " No, I want you to have it, a girl as beautiful as you deserves to have everything she truly desires" he takes the necklace out of the small box and helps you place it on your neck.

" Oh Loki you're too thoughtful, I don't deserve you" you wrap your arms around his neck hugging him tightly.

As you pull back from the hug you realize that the radio he had gotten you during your stay was playing one of your favorites songs `` Gimme Little Sign" by Brenton Wood. Loki notices " We can dance if you are feeling alright" he says looking at you knowing you'd want to dance.

" Help me up please" without hesitation he picks you up bridal style and walks the two of you to the middle of the room. He uses his seidr to turn the radio up as the song gets to your favorite part.

"But if you need me, show me that you love me”

“And when I'm feeling blue and I want you"

" There's just one thing that you should do”

“ Just gimme some kind of sign girl Oh, my baby, To show me that you're mine girl," Loki sang as he looked into your eyes as he gently swayed back and forth. You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression as he sang yet you knew he meant every word that left his month.

" All right If you don't want me, gimme little sweet talk If you don't want me, don't lead me on girl”

“But if you need me, show me that you love me” you sang to him as You playfully pushed your finger into his chest, he just stared at you with admiration in his eyes before slowly spun you around and dipped you down.

You and Loki continue to dance and sing until the song ends. " Well that was fun," he says grinning. " Oh you bet" You both stayed there in each other's embrace just looking at one another before Loki guestered to walk back to the bed. He helped you lay down and pulled the blankets over you.

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and began to make his exit out of your room. Just before he does you call his name.

" Loki" he turns around " Yes darling". " Can you stay with me? Please?" You say reaching your hand out. " If that is what you wish" he walks to the small couch in the corner of the room.

" Loki, what are you doing?" You question as he moves the pillows off the couch. " I'm staying with you" He gestures towards the couch as if it's obvious. You slightly sit up and pat the empty space on the bed

" Here, it's more comfortable" you pull the blankets back. " Are you sure?" Loki questions.

" Loki just get in the bed" you say in a tired voice. He makes his way to the bed but quickly changes into his sleep attire before laying down as well. Once he gets into a comfortable position, he puts a big body pillow in between you too for you to hug.

" I'll make you dream of bucky if you'd like, '' he says while pulling the blanket over him. His statement causes you to be confused. Why would he make you want to dream of bucky?

'' Why would i want to dream about bucky ?" You questioned.

" Well he is your object of desire after all" looked at you Waiting for your response yet all he got was a confused expression which made him confused as well. “ Do you think I'm in love with bucky?” You move your body so you fully sit up against the headboard as Loki does the same.

“ Well yes, I see the way the two of you interact with each other. Correct me if I'm wrong but I just assumed you two have something going on” He quickly glances at his hands and then glances back at you waiting for a response .

You let out a small giggle which causes him to be confused tilt his head. “ Oh my clueless mischief, I do not find nor am I attracted to Bucky in any way. Yes we have a close bond but I see him as a brother and only that.”

He is completely shocked at your statement and confession, all this time he kept how he truly felt about you hidden because he thought you were interested in the Bucky.

“ oh” He was able to say but before he knew it he looked back up at you and it all happened in a blink of an eye. You fist the front of his shirt and pull him into a kiss. Loki was quick to place his hands on your head.

The kiss was sweet and filled with passion. Your lips were the softest thing he ever felt, he could still taste the strawberries you had from earlier on your lips.

“ You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that " you say breathless trying to breathe.

“ Me to my loves , me too” He just smirked, his hands were still cradling your face.

" I'm glad to finally be able to confess my feelings to you Loki, I feel truly happy and safe around you" you say as you tangle your right hand with his left hand holding it as you look into his eyes yet again.

" can I tell you something? '' he paused before continuing "I feel truly myself and very comfortable around you Y/n and that makes me happy that you feel that way with me as well" you lean back into him to kiss him yet again.

" I'm glad, now does this mean we can finally court each other?” you smile.

“ Oh my little mortal, I would love nothing more "he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he maneuvered the both of you to lay down in your previous positions.

"Good night my mischief " you placed a gentle kiss on his chest. " Goodnight my lovely mortal, '' he kissed the top of your head before he wrapped his arms around you and both of you both dozed off into a slumber .

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nostalgia-tblr · 2 months

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First Lines Meme

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @lokiinmediasideblog

I have provided brief commentary on each of these, to share my wisdom and because I was bit bored.

Thor’s favourite thing of all, if he had to commit to a single choice, is sparring with his brother. (The Marriage Game, mostly-gen Thor thing) This isn't a very exciting first line, I admit. Oh well, there are plenty more after it as this fic is 5000 words long.

2. Sylvie never hesitates to hurt him, whether he has asked her to or not. But when he asks… oh, she revels in it then. (everybody's looking for something, the one where sylvie beats loki with a stick) I think this is quite a good opening line. It reassures the reader who decided to read Loki being beaten with a stick that, yes, the hot stick-on-Loki action is definitely here, the tags didn't lie.

3. The sounds of celebration are more than enough to cover footsteps, but Sif is always alert and difficult to sneak up on, so the touch on her shoulder is no great shock to her. (Out of Sight, sifki porn with angst in) This is an okay line, if I remember right the opening few lines were the last to be written, because I'd started with the (*ahem*) main thrust of the plot and then had to go back and get them close to each other so they could do that thrusting (and angsting).

4. His brother’s funeral has not yet taken place and already he is betrothed to the killer. (The Winter Of Our Discontent, ongoing Sylki Arranged Marriage AU) This is a fantastic first line, well done me! There's a death and a marriage on the first line! The reader can see at once why it's tagged as 'Enemies to Lovers'! It has the word 'betrothed' in it, so you know this is gonna be A Bit Faux-Historical! Oh, how concise I was!

5. This part of the story isn’t true: Loki runs after the variant – the other Loki – and he runs through the time-door just before it closes, and finds himself in another apocalypse. (In My Head I Do Everything Right, Loki series AU where everything is more horrible.) Also good - it establishes that some of the story is less true than other parts, and intrigues the reader by telling them that what they saw happen didn't happen in this version. Bold. Unusual. Exciting!

6. The other Loki finishes his drink and then finishes his story; “So while I was freed from fulfilling a few of my less well-intentioned promises, I was also trapped – I could hardly go home, could I, after all of that? So I stayed in New York and built this little empire instead.” (Match Three, Loki/Loki/Sylvie porn) Bit infodumpy and not remotely pornographic, two potentially serious flaws when the reader is in search of filth. But consider; I dealt with the backstory of this extra Loki in the first line and now we can just move the fuck on to them all fucking without much more preamble.

7. One thing Sylvie wasn’t expecting was for already-broken timelines to heal, and for those that were lost (more accurately murdered) long ago to reassert themselves somehow, and to push their way back into the ever-expanding multiverse. (one (1) returned item, practically gift-wrapped, double drabble) Not a bad attempt to explain what's going on in a story with a very limited wordcount, I feel. That limited wordcount was also strict, which will have affected the word choice here. (I can't remember any details though.)

8. Disconcertingly, River Song doesn’t play by the Doctor’s rules. (Foreshadowing, look everyone it's River Song!) Another short and strict wordcount, not a bad opening line all things considered.

9. With the clearer vision of hindsight, Thor reckons that the hammer might have been the thing that made his brother start to stumble. (Loophole, thorki fic about the perils of excessive pedantry) Oh, a flashback! Why would someone stumble with a hammer? Did he trip over it? You must read on to unravel the mystery! Therefore, a good opening line.

10. “So why haven’t you two fucked yet?” asks the Grandmaster, seemingly out of nowhere. (Love Is A Danger Of A Different Kind, sylki-on-sakaar horrible dubcon-frostmaster thing) Excellent first line, defines the existing relationship boundaries and contains a single shocking swear in a line that breaks all the usual rules of politeness. A wild and very awkward ride lies ahead, it seems to say. I'd keep reading this fic for sure!

I will now tag everyone on tumblr.

#first lines meme #fic related

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Intertwined Hearts

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: After a conversation with his mother, Loki makes a big decision - and surprises you.

Warnings: Actually non... This is pure tooth-rotting fluff, guys! Although... Maybe a bit suggestive smut?

Word Count: 2,6k

a/n: Guys... Guys... My heart! This is so utterly cute, I can't! This one shot is from the GPU (Glorious Purpose Universe)! I thought it would be cute to add a few other things to this Universe. It's set before New York! I hope you guys like it! Oh and it's inspired by this song!

Tagging @lokisgoodgirl in this one! ;)

"So, when are you going to ask her?" "Ask who what, mother?" Loki looked visibly confused at his mother, while they were on their daily walk through the big, beautiful gardens of Asgard's palace. They had enjoyed the gorgeous blooming flowers and trees in pleasant silence, until Frigga begun suddenly to speak. His mother gave him a smile. "Y/N, my son. When are you going to ask her to marry you?" Loki almost choked at the words of Frigga. This came quite a bit surprising and definitely out of nowhere. Loki certainly didn't see that coming... "I-I, uh, I... I honestly never thought about that..." It was true. Sure, he and Y/N had been together for a long while now, but that thought had never crossed his mind. "Don't worry, son, that's alright. I just wanted to ask. Who would've known? Maybe you already had something planned." Frigga said, winking at him. "But what I actually wanted to say with that is..." She stopped, causing Loki to stop as well. With another smile, she took her son's hands in her own. "I believe that Y/N is the right woman for you. She loves you with all her heart. She makes you the happiest you have ever been. I can see that." Loki had to smile as well at her words. It was true, no doubt. "And I just want to make sure that you are never ever letting that woman go. Hold on to her." The words of his mother touched Loki deeply, caused his heart to skip a beat. He loved his mother dearly and this meant a lot to him. He squeezed gently her hands. "I promise you, mother. I would be the biggest idiot, walking the nine realms, if I would ever let that wonderful woman go." Frigga smiled once again. "Wise decision, Loki." She nodded "Since Y/N is in your life, you became so much more mature. My little boy is a man now. I am very proud of you. Please always remember that, my son." "Thank you, mother. I will." Frigga squeezed his hands, before she let go of them and started to walk away. "I unfortunately have to go now. Your father awaits me. Think about proposing to her - if you want. You know I would never force you to do anything." "I know. Thank you." Perhaps Loki should really think about this. Making Y/N finally and wholly his... Making Y/N his wife. That sounded utterly right in his head. Like it was meant to be. A match made in Valhalla. Maybe it was, who knew... "No matter if or when you are taking Y/N as your wife - as long as you two are giving me a few wonderful grandchildren..." "Mother!" Loki's eyes widened at Frigga's straightforwardness, cheeks turning red. The Allmother just laughed heartily, "I apologise, my dear, but I can't rely on Thor at that in the moment." and walked away, back to the palace.

Barely two months had passed since Loki's conversation with his mother. He had thought about this thoroughly - and had made a decision.

"Where are you taking me, Sif?" Y/N giggled, as Sif led her, her eyes blindfolded. "Why are we doing this?" Y/N asked a few minutes later. "And why am I blindfolded? Is this some kind of trick? Has Loki something to do with it?" She questioned her friend further, causing Sif to roll playfully her eyes. "Sometimes you are too curious for your own good, do you know that? Now would you please just stop to drill me with questions and shut up? Just... wait and see." Y/N had to giggle again. "Okay, okay. I'll be quiet now." Sif smiled, although Y/N couldn't see it. "Thank the Norns."

Sif had come into her and Loki's quarters previously just like that, blindfold in hands. Y/N had been utterly confused, as the warrior told her to get dressed in something nice and follow her. No further explanations. Sif had told her to not question it and just do it. Of course, Y/N did what her friend asked her to, even if she had no clue why. She couldn't even ask Loki, if he knew what was going on, because he had an important meeting with his father, Thor and the war council of Asgard… "This is going to take longer, I'm afraid. Don't wait for me. Go to bed, my love." Loki's words echoed through Y/N's head. Well, now those plans had been cancelled... The young woman's thoughts ran wild as she got dressed in her white evening gown. What could this all be about? It wasn't her birthday, so it couldn't have something to do with that... What was it then? The dress she put on was pure and simple, yet elegant, fitting for royalty. "Are you ready, Y/N?" Sif asked, leaning against the main door. "Yes. What do you think?" She stepped out of the changing room and twirled in a circle. Sif smiled. "Perfect."

About twenty minutes later, they had reached their destination. "Alright. We're here." Y/N didn't know how to feel. Excited? Curious? A bit afraid? Nervous? All together? She bit her lip. "Can I look now? Please?" "One minute." The minute felt like eternity, before Sif gently repositioned Y/N and finally loosened the knot of the blindfold. "Now you can look." With those words, Sif let go of the blindfold, causing the piece of silk to fall to the ground. The young Asgardian opened slowly her eyes - and what she saw left her completely stunned and speechless. Sif had led her to a beautiful glade in the forests of Asgard. It was surrounded by trees, several plants, rocks and logs. It looked like it came straight out of a book of fairytales. Y/N recognised the glade. It wasn't just a glade... It was the glade where she met Loki for the first time. Speaking of him... He stood in the middle of the glade, dressed in his full Asgardian armour (except the helmet), hands behind his back and smiling - nervously? Beside his feet were blankets and a lot of pillows, causing everything to look utterly comfy. He and the sea of pillows were surrounded by a lot of flying candles - clearly his doing. A big plate with food sat in the middle of the blanket. The scenery in front of Y/N's eyes looked more than just romantic. With the yellow-red sinking sun peeking through the trees, it was just perfect. Her heart started to pick up speed, butterflies running wild inside her stomach. "Hello, my love." Loki took a few steps closer. Y/N was still speechless and completely stunned. "L-Lokes? W-What... What is this all about? I-I thought you have an important meeting this evening?" The God of Mischief smirked. "Well, surprise! You are the war council meeting." 0h… "Mischievous as always..." Y/N stated, shaking her head, but smiling. Loki stepped even closer, reached for her hips to pull her close against his body. The woman placed automatically her hands on his chest, feeling the cool metal of his golden breast plate underneath her palms. "Please forgive me for the little white lie I had to tell you." "Of course, love, but..." She gestured around. "What is this all about? Why are you dressed in your armour? You are never dressed that posh and noble, unless it's for a special occasion." There was a glint in Loki's eyes as he shrugged his shoulders. "Am I not allowed to take my enchanting girlfriend on a romantic date? Isn't that special enough?" Y/N's cheeks turned slightly red at her lover's charming words. "Well, I guess you are right." The prince smiled again, before he dipped his head, capturing Y/N's lips in a soft, loving kiss. "Can I just say... You look incredibly beautiful, darling." "Thank you. You look handsome as well." They gazed in each other's eyes, the flames of love burning high in between them. Y/N couldn't help but to stand on her tiptoes and kiss him again. Loki reciprocated the kiss gladly, wholeheartedly. He would never get tired of kissing her. Never.

"Shall we eat, my love?" She nodded. "I'd love to." Loki smiled, took her smaller hand in his bigger one, intertwined their fingers and led her over to the pile of blankets and pillows, where they sat down together, getting comfortable. Only now noticed Y/N, that Sif had disappeared, was nowhere to be seen. On the other hand... Why would she stay? This was her and Loki's date, after all.

Together, the couple digged into the delicious food Loki had brought for this picnic. "Grape, my love?" Y/N nodded immediately. She loved grapes. One of the best things to eat here on Asgard - in her opinion. The prince took a grape in between his thumb and forefinger, then brought it up to the woman's lips. She opened her mouth, took the grape gently from Loki's fingers and munched on it with a smile. They continued to eat and feed each other with various foods, until the plate was entirely empty. The rest of their evening together was spent with stargazing, cuddling and a lot of kissing. Both had the feeling that this had just been perfect - and long overdue... Therefore, that Loki had a lot of royal duties to tend to, was the time for togetherness quite a bit limited - if even partially non-existent. So, it did them both good to spent time together - alone, without anybody interrupting. After all, Loki had something planned and took this evening off on purpose.

A shiver ran down Y/N's spine, goosebumps forming on her skin. Yes, it was summer, but Asgardian nights were always a bit cold. "Are you freezing, my love?" She nodded. "A bit, yeah..." "Then let's head back home. I don't want you to catch a cold." Loki smiled at Y/N, then stood up, before he helped her getting up as well. Within a wave of his hand had everything around them disappeared magically, leaving them in the pure nature of Asgard. The moon was bright, just like the stars and provided enough light for them to see clear. Fireflies swarmed around them, a soft breeze brushing past them. Everything was dived in soft blue light, making the forest around them look like straight out of a storybook. It was breathtakingly beautiful. The night Loki chose couldn't have been better. Suddenly, a shooting star crossed the sky. "Lokes, a shooting star! Did you see it!" He nodded. "Yes, I saw it. Quick, love, make a wish!" Y/N giggled adorably and closed her eyes. This was it, Loki thought. The perfect moment he had been waiting for the whole evening. Now or never.

The prince quickly conjured a little, emerald green box and went down on one knee in front of the woman he loved with all his heart. A few seconds later, fluttered Y/N's eyes open again, only to widen moments later. "L-Lokes, what... What is this about now? W-What are y-you doing?" Deep down she already knew of course what he was going to do. It was just too good to be true. Was this really happening? Loki just smiled and reached for her hand, holding it gently in his own hands. "Y/N... My darling, my soulmate, my significant other... You came into my life all those years ago. We met right here, on this very glade. I remember it vividly, like it had just happened yesterday - although it wasn't quite a comfortable encounter." Those words made Y/N giggle slightly. It was true. They didn't quite like each other. Rather the opposite... Y/N had been a warrior at that time. A newly recruited warrior. She had amazing fighting skills and had just started to train with Sif. "We despised each other from the beginning, didn't get along at all. But then were some kind of forced to spend more time together and at some point, hate turned into love. True love. I never loved a person that hard in my life, than I came to love you. My heart is yours and it's always going to be yours." Loki pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's hand to underline his words, before he continued. "I owe you so much, my love. You turned me from a boy into a man and - with no doubt, made me a better person." He smiled brightly at the stunned woman in front of him. "Thank you for that - and for everything else you did for me. Thank you for staying at my side when nobody else stayed. You know that I always have your back - just like you'll always have my back. No matter what is coming our way." His words touched her deeply. She already needed to hold back the tears, building up in her eyes. "I love you with every cell of my body and with all my heart, darling, and because of that..." Loki opened the little emerald green box with one hand, revealing a stunning gold ring with a small emerald on top. Y/N gasped, audibly. She couldn't stop the tears anymore from falling. "Let me make you my princess. My queen. My wife." He paused, inhaled deeply. "Y/N, my love, would you do me the honour and marry me?" Another gasp left Y/N's lips. He did it. He asked her the question. "M-Marry you?" She asked, still quite couldn't grasp what she had heard. Loki nodded, smiling. "Yes, darling." The prince felt the nervosity bubbling again up inside him. What if she was going to say no? "Marry me. Please?" He added shyly. Those words seem to finally break the dam. Her brain caught finally up, the words sinking in. Loki wanted her to marry him! The tears started to fall even faster, as Y/N started to nod quickly. "Y-Yes! N-Norns, yes! I would want n-nothing more in m-my life than to m-marry you!" Y/N sobbed, voice shaking. She couldn't describe what a firework of feelings just exploded within her body - just like it did in Loki's body. She said yes. The realisation hit him like a bolt of lightning. He gasped as well; tears started to fall from his eyes as well. "You really want to marry me?" "Yes! Of course, Lokes!" A relieved laugh left his lips, before he slipped the ring with shaking hands on Y/N's finger. Then there was no holding back anymore. Loki stood up and hugged his fiancée, sweeping her off her feet. Y/N giggled like a teenage girl and leaned down to kiss her prince stormily. "I love you! Norns, I love you so much." She literally squealed, kissing him all over again. Loki's smile had never been brighter. "I love you too, my princess." ◇◇◇ Bonus:

"So, you've done it?" Frigga asked with a big, kind smile on her lips. Loki nodded, couldn't help but to smile as well and dwell in the memories of that magical night yesterday. "I did, mother. I took her to the place we first met, picnicked with her, proposed to her, then took her back in our chambers and made sweet, sweet love to her." Loki blurted out, his cheeks reddening a few seconds later at the realisation what he had just told his mother. That certainly wasn't planned... The problem was that he was still somewhere floating on cloud nine... Frigga just giggled at her son's words and winked at him. "So does that mean I am soon going to have a married son and a grandchild?" The prince's eyes widened. "Mother! Norns! I, we, uh, we didn't try to..." He tried to explain, but trailed off, helplessly. Frigga, again just giggled, then lifted her hand to cup her son's cheek. "No need to be embarrassed, my dear. I am the Goddess of Marriage and Motherhood; did you forget that already?" She winked. "It makes me truly, honestly happy to hear that. It warms my heart to see you so deeply in love – and especially happy." She stroked her thumb over his pale cheek, before she retreated her hand once again. "I love you, my son." Loki's heart melted and he smiled. His mother meant the world to him. "And I love you, mother." He couldn't help but to take her in his arms and hug her.

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midnightostara · 1 year

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A Gift From The Rainbow

Fandom: God Of War

Relationship: Kratos/Heimdall

Characters: Kratos, Heimdall, Mimir, Freya, Tyr

Tags: Mpreg, cuddling, mention of miscarriage.

Note: Kratos & Heimdall are rulers in Asgard. Everyone survives Ragnarök.

And yes, I used some parts of 'YWBTTBS' fic, that's still in the making for this. Probably going to go back and redo it.

agapitós - beloved

The Wolf's Song is from "Ronja Rövardotter / Ronia the robber's daughter" written by Swedish writer, Astrid Lindgren.

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The Spartan trudged across the Bifrost. He, Freya, and Mimir spent a day helping the 9 realms recover from the despotic hold the All-father had placed upon them. The sun was already setting and added a chill to the air.

Walking alongside them, the retired war god, Týr. Whom they freed from his prison in Niflheim.

It was a tedious task, but in the end, it would help all the realms to heal. Right now, Kratos just wanted to be with his agapitós for being away from him as long and as well as their unborn child.

Both Kratos and Heimdall waited a bit in their relationship with each other and took care of some duties as rulers of Asgard. Heimdall decided, after some thoughts and discussion with Kratos, to have a child together.

The former god of war stalled a bit about starting a family with him. Heimdall understood his hesitance about starting a family after losing his first family because of Ares, then losing Faye because of an unforeseen circumstance. After some time of reassurance and patience, Kratos agreed to have a family again. They told Atreus about their plan to have a family. The boy was very excited to become a big brother.

Before it came to fruition, both traveled to Vanaheim to ask Heimdall's mothers, Blóðughadda, to change some parts of his body to carry a baby. They obliged and got excited about becoming a grandmother.

There were some struggles with conceiving the baby, nearly giving up on having a child together, then finally expecting, and they shared the news with their friends, family, and Asgard. The news of Heimdall's pregnancy spread within the nine realms, where everyone celebrated for them.

But it ended in heartbreak that the baby had stopped developing at 8 weeks, thus using herbs that Freya had gathered to make into a drink to help remove the fetus from Heimdall's body. Which was a painful process to watch the blond go through. The spartan held Heimdall close to him, while the god of foresight was sobbing in pain as the herbs did their work to remove the babe that they will never know from his body, Freya soothingly rubbing his lower back to help ease the pain.

Once the ordeal was done, Heimdall cleaned up. Atreus was let in the room with then, he mourned with them, losing a sibling he would never know. The boy put himself against Heimdall, where the two fell asleep together after shedding a few tears.

Kratos didn't want to see his beloved go through that pain anymore after the ordeal was done. He knew the whole nine realms had heard of this tragedy, and Asgardians were mourning with them, mourning a loss of an heir. Sif, she let Heimdall know it was not his fault that he lost the baby, that his body knew something was off about the baby.

The Spartan and the Aesir had stopped trying for a baby. They didn't think about when to start again until Heimdall felt sick and tired. The blond brushed it off as if he ate something bad, or he didn't sleep well, though it really didn't stop. Both of them had approached Freya to see if she could tell them what was wrong.

There she revealed Heimdall was pregnant again. 2 weeks pregnant to be exact, which was a shock/surprise for both of them. But the lingering fear Heimdall had after the miscarriage, the Vanir goddess, let him know it would be alright and that the baby would be ok.

Once the news of Heimdall being pregnant again went through Asgard, the Asgardians prayed for this pregnancy to stick for him.

True to her word, the baby was fine and growing. Already was 23 weeks pregnant.

“And so that’s what all happened. Now the nine realms can start their healing process.”

Týr gave a hum to Mimir, as he walked alongside the war god. "As it should be."

“But you know, Týr, the all-fuckers performance of you was convincing, but along with being a big coward.” Mimir disclosed to him.

The retired war god stopped once at the end of the Bifrost in Asgard. He stared at everything for a while, almost in a reminiscing his time being here before leaving.

"It has been a long time since I've been here..." He remarked, softly. His Bifrost eyes analyzing everything, he gave a relief of his breath that he held once, feeling the air didn't have that smoke that choked within Asgard. "A lot has changed, but now, there is a good change."

Kratos grunted. "Mn."

"Aye, but at least everything is working in order of healing!"

Freya spoke. "Everyone is at the great lodge. I'm sure we can find a room for you to have."

Týr stroked his beard. "I wonder if my old room is still there. Or that the all-father made sure it wasn't there."

"We would have to see."

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The Spartan walked down the halls of the great lodge towards his quarters. He nodded to those that walked past him, saying nothing. Reaching his quarters, he took a deep breath before entering.

Sensing someone opening the door, Heimdall jerked his head from his book to the door to see the spartan entering, then closing the heavy door behind. He gave a relieved smile to Kratos as he put his book down on his lap.

He spoke. "Your back, finally. Did you and Freya run into trouble while helping within the nine realms?"

"Mn" The Spartan started to take off his armor, settling them down on the dresser and putting his weapons down. Tossing the blades of chaos without any care, but gently placed the leviathan ax down. He was in nothing else but his trousers, once finished he walked to the side of the bed and carefully climb on next to the blonde before settling down.

The blonde rolled his eyes. "I'll take that grunt as you did run into trouble. What happened?"

"Remaining Einherjar." Kratos grumbled, that made the blonde tense a bit once hearing about remaining soldiers of the all-fathers army.

"Where did you saw them?"

"Niflheim. They were standing guard to this old prison that Freya, Mimir and I never saw before."

Heimdall lifted a brow. "An old prison?"

Kratos gave a nod then continued. "When we defeated them, we went inside to explore it before running into Týr."

"Týr?! But... But I thought... Loki put the all-father's soul in a marble. How? How did… " Heimdall sputtered, panicking.

"It wasn't Odin. It was the real Týr, he heard of my name but couldn't remember."

The Blonde gave a sigh of relief and leaned back against the pillows. He touched the spot between his eyebrows to calm some remaining tension, sensing Kratos's hand against his stomach, he cast a glance over to Kratos, who adjusted himself on the bed and reached out to his belly.

Heimdall watches softly as the Spartan's hand settled upon his growing mound and gentle rubbed his belly with his thumb, the baby fluttered about.

"They missed you." Heimdall told, as he looked over to Kratos.

"Mn"

"When you left with Freya to help the realms, they were moving around. They stopped but kept going until I sang them a lullaby, then they settled down."

"What lullaby did you sang to them?" Kratos asked, as he removed his hand from his beloved's stomach and settled back.

Heimdall smiled. "Vargsången. The wolf song."

The Spartan lifted a brow. "Wolf song? Who taught you that?"

"Sköll and Hati. Loki wanted me to come along with him to Vanaheim, just to see them and to help the baby to settle down. Though when we were there, the baby wasn't really letting up their kicking, Hati had noticed my discomfort. Communicating with Loki, the wolf told him to teach me of 'The Wolf Song' to help, but of course communicating through Loki with the song. And it worked." Heimdall informed, he placed his hand in front of his stomach.

Kratos gave a subtle smirk to Heimdall, that made him blush all over, he scooted over to the blond before wrapping his arm around his shoulder to bring him close to him. The God of foresight, leaned against him, closing his eyes he took in the Spartan's scent; fresh and earthy like a forest.

He feels Kratos's hand against his hand on his stomach, softly he looked down to smile. "Our gift..." He whispered, happily.

"Our gift from the rainbow, agapitós."

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allystyles1 · 3 years

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the party-Loki Laufeyson x reader (daisy series-part 4)

Hi people! Sorry for making you wait too long, this was actually supposed to be posted yesterday but i couldn't. I know it could have been longer but i didn't have many ideas so i hope you're not disappointed. Have fun reading!

my main masterlist is here!

series masterlist is here!

You checked your hair and make up one last time before going down and waiting for Loki.

"You look nice, is that a new dress?" your father asked.

"Yes, we got one for ourselves when we went to get one for the queen." you smiled and he nodded.

"It's nice, are you coming with us?"

"No, we're going to go with Loki, Sif and Thor will be with us too." you explained and he nodded again.

"Okay, we'll see you there then." Oh, you hoped you wouldn't. Your relationship with your parents were a little complicated and you didn't like to be around them while you were with your friends.

"Yeah, sure. Oh here they are!" you opened the door and smiled when you saw your friends. "Bye father." you closed the door and started walking with them.

"You guys timed that knock so perfectly!" you smiled making them chuckle.

"You're welcome, you look amazing y/n." Thor smirked. You actually wanted to hear that from Loki first.

"Thanks Thor, you all look really nice too." you smiled and kept walking. Your house wasn't too far away from the palace so you got there in no time. You went and hugged Frigga and Odin before you went to sit down at one of the more special tables.

"We'll go get drinks, you guys sit." Thor grinned and left with Sif, leaving you and Loki alone.

"Why does that fabric look so familiar?" Loki joked.

"It was your mother's suggestion, i really like it." He smiled and he seemed like he was thinking what to say before he talked again.

"You look really nice, it suits you." There was that small blush on his cheeks again, and probably on yours too.

"Thank you, you look good too."

"Here we are!" Thor shouted putting the drinks on the table. You weren't the biggest fan of Asgard's drinks, they were too strong for you but Thor and the other two seemed comfortable drinking them. Loki thanked his brother and took a sip from the drink before putting it back on the table. You all chatted about stuff while they drank a little too much and especially Thor was clearly very drunk.

"I'll go ask my mother something, excuse me for a few minutes." Loki smiled and you nodded. Right when he left Sif decided to use the bathroom and left too. You were now alone with a drunk Thor, which was never good.

"You look so beautiful tonight y/n!" Thor shouted, there was loud music but his voice was still a little bit too high.

"Thanks Thor, you've already said that before." you sighed and took a sip from your untouched drink, regretting it instantly.

"I wish you were my date, i just said yes to Sif so she wouldn't feel bad. I'd love to come with you." Thor smirked and you nodded hoping he would shut up or Loki and Sif would return.

"You know, i actually wanted to ask something-"

"Hey, we're back!" Sif smiled interrupting Thor's words, thankfully. Loki sat back next to you, your thighs so close it was basically like they were glued together. You wouldn't care about it at all normally but you did now.

"Would you like to dance?" Loki asked like he knew you wanted to get away from there for a while and you nodded.

"Yes, sure." He held your hand and walked to the empty space that was left for dancing with you. Thor and Sif got up too but you walked a little more to be away from them.

"Is everything okay?" Loki asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, don't worry. I just wanted to be more alone." you smiled and he returned it. He put his hands on your waist and you connected yours behind his neck.

"Are you having fun, you seem a little off."

"I am now." you smiled and he looked away trying to hide his blush, which didn't really work. You just wanted to stand on your tiptoes and kiss him but you wanted to talk to him in a more private place before doing that so you just swayed slowly with the rhythm of the song that was playing.

You put your head on his chest and he tightened his grip on your waist a little. You saw Frigga smiling at you and smiled shyly. You didn't realise your mother approaching you until she called your name.

"y/n, what are you doing?"

"Uh, dancing?" you furrowed your eyebrows in a confused way.

"I can see that, why are you with Loki?" You hated when she acted like this.

"I didn't know i was supposed to ask you who i was going to dance with." you raised your voice a little bit and Loki pressed his hand on your back trying to calm you down.

"I can't believe you." she shook his head and left to do Odin knows what.

"Are you okay?" Loki lifted your chin up and looked into your eyes.

"Yes, sorry. I hate it when she says stuff like that, she's always trying to control me and everything about my life." you sighed.

"Do you want to leave? We can go to my room if you want to. Or just the garden." he suggested and you nodded.

"Your room's fine." He held your hand and you walked to his room trying not to see anyone else on your way and surprisingly succeeding. He closed the door and you sat on the edge of his bed.

"Do you want something?"

"No, i'm okay." you smiled and he sat down next to you. You laid down and sighed, annoyed with your mother.

"She keeps telling me what to do in every second of my life like it's her own and not mine. And then my father starts saying stuff like 'listen to your mother, she knows what's best for you' What if i don't want the best? What if i just want to do whatever i want?" you closed your eyes trying to stop the tears that were forming on your eyes from spilling.

"I'm sorry about it but please try not to think too much about it. It'll only make you feel worse and you don't deserve that." he put his hand on yours and you smiled, your eyes still closed.

"Do you remember when you used to show me the new magic tricks your mother had taught you whenever i was sad when we were little?" you chuckled at the thought.

"Yeah, do you want me to show you some?" You nodded your head and opened your eyes. He laid down next to you and made a move with his hand which made butterflies appear in his palm. You lifted your hand to touch them but they disappeared as soon as your fingers touched his palm.

"Can i hug you?"

"Of course." he nodded.

"Promise you won't disappear too?" you joked and he smiled.

"Never, i promise." you snuggled closer to his body and put your head on his chest like you did while you were dancing. His hand softly rubbed your back making you feel even safer in his arms. You wanted to stay like that forever.

"y/n?" he whispered after a while and smiled when he realised you fell asleep in his embrace.

"Good night love." he kissed your forehead and closed his eyes to sleep too. He wanted to tell you how he truly felt but i guess that had to wait for tomorrow now. He would have woke you up and told it if he knew what was going to happen the next morning...

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birdbrain90 · 3 years

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Sylki Week Day 4 - Romantic Tropes (Falling in love on the dance floor.) (No NSFW, but suggestive themes toward the end.) (I have no idea what I'm doing LOL)

“Well? Do you want to…?” Sylvie snapped out of her thoughts at the suddenly irritating voice in her right ear.

“What? What’re you talking about?” She looked over, thankful that it was dark enough to hide the heat creeping across her face. She could blame it on the alcohol, but she hadn’t had a drop in over an hour.

“You’ve been staring at the dance floor on and off all night. If you’d like me to take you out there, I’d be more than happy.” Loki took great care to keep the tone of his voice in check, not wanting to sound too eager. Truthfully, he’d wanted to ask her all night.

“Yeah well, it’s mesmerizing. No, I’m good just watching from here. I don’t even know how to dance.”

“I could show you. It’s one of my favorite things to do at parties.” He shrugged. That part wasn’t a lie, he was tremendously fond of dancing. Back home, he had always been the man to find when one wanted to be whirled around on the dance floor for a night. As a matter of fact, his charm and grace while music played was how he’d been able to earn an evening with Lady Sif. He cringed, remembering how well he’d dealt with his amorous feelings back then. Not well at all, and their relationship was never the same, nor was her hair. He cleared his throat and shifted nervously, accepting Sylvie’s silence as a no. “If you change your mind, let me know.” Loki took a longer sip of his drink than necessary.

Several minutes went by, and Loki smiled watching the dancers, listening to the music and allowing the alcohol to ever so slightly grip his brain. Sylvie was quiet, and he strained his peripheral vision in order to get a better look. Her hand almost smacked him in the side of the face as he looked over.

“Loki if you’re going to insist, just get on with it.” Her other hand that wasn’t extended out toward him was holding up her chin. She was conveniently not looking at him.

“But I didn-”

“Going once… going twice…”

He quirked an eyebrow at her, a smirk lighting up his face as he slowly pieced her together. He took her hand in his, and only then did she look at him. He could feel her fingers trembling, and as he stood with a flourish in front of her, he felt her squeeze him.

“May I have this dance, Madam?” His smile grew wide enough to reveal his sparkling teeth as she all but knocked them out of his mouth with her fist.

“You’re the worst. Just dance with me, arsehole.” She stood with him, and he was surprised that she let him lead her. “And you better be a good teacher. Don’t make me look like a fool.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Sylvie.”

As they reached the dance floor, Loki felt his own palms beginning to sweat at where he would have to place his hands. He’d danced with ladies hundreds of times before. Why was this one different? This slightly annoying, always mean to him, always trying to hit him, woman, why was she the one who made his palms sweat and his heart speed up to surely inhuman levels? Shaking his head, he pulled her close, taking one of her hands in his, and placing one hand on her hip. She followed suit, placing her free hand on his shoulder. Both of them stood shell shocked for a moment, unaware that the next song had started but very aware of how close they were. He could feel every point where her body touched his, feeling as though each bit of contact had its own pulse. His heart, the main cause of his suffering in this moment, began to beat painfully in his throat.

“You look nervous.” She muttered, spite weaving its way into her words. She smirked up at him.

“Me? Nervous? You underestimate me. I’ve danced with hundreds of women before. You are far from the first.” Of all the things his fool mouth could have said in that moment, that was at the bottom of the list of good choices. He watched her face fall in a way that was nigh undetectable to the outside world, but he had spent enough time with her to know that his false bravado had hurt her feelings. “That was rude.” He sighed, beginning to lead her around to the rhythm of the music. “I’m sorry. I am nervous. A little. A lot, actually.”

“Me too.” He almost didn’t hear her. Her eyes fell down to his chest. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Well, let me show you how then.”

The next several minutes were spent whirling Sylvie around the dance floor like he had been dying to do all night. Luckily, it was a group of slow songs, because he didn’t think he’d be able to stop if he tried. True to his word, Loki was a fabulous dancer. His lithe body floated around, perfectly in time with the music, pulling her along with him in an elaborate choreography he seemed to be making up on the spot. He was still shocked at how she allowed him to lead her, and even more shocked at how quickly she had followed said lead. The twirling they had caught themselves in sent the rest of the world around them into a blur. Nothing else mattered but her lovely green eyes, and the feeling of her movements matching his. Eventually, as the final song played, they had abandoned their feverish waltzing in favor of gently swaying along with each other. Her arms were lazily clasped around his neck, his wrapped around her waist, their hips pushing and grinding perhaps a little too intensely against one another. She could feel the heat of his body in waves crashing against her own, and she silently wondered if any of the other dancers could see what was going on between the two.

“Sylvie,” Loki drew and released a quivering breath, “I think I might love you.” He loosened his arms around her waist, expecting her to run away from him. When she didn’t, his eyes widened.

“Never had someone to love before.” her eyes pierced his, and he feared he might lose his ability to stand before too long. “Never had a boyfriend.” She looked down at his lips, then back up to his eyes. “Can you show me how to do that, too? Or are you too chicken?”

“Chicken? Me? My lady I’ll have you know I never back down from a challenge.” He puffed his chest against her.

“Love you too, sweaty palms.” She laughed, resting her head against his chest as they continued swaying long after the music had stopped.

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s-lily · 3 years

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Loki in Thor

So I decided to watch Thor's MCU movies (again), this time paying special attention to Loki's POV, and oh boy! You know, I've always had a problem with Thor (2011), aka Loki's First Existential Meltdown, but this time it was too obvious and painful to watch (especially with access to all deleted scenes).

Spoiler ahead (but you know... from the 2011 Thor movie)

Let's take just a second to acknowledge that after he's told he was adopted, Frigga is the only one who validates him. She goes >>You are my son, and I love you. Here is Asgard, it's yours until Father awakes, my King<< he was so confused at the moment, and he didn't even want to take the scepter! A very important piece in Loki's journey, so what the studio decided to do? They deleted it! They justify everyone's (mostly the Warriors Three and Lady Sif) suspicion about him being evil. Well, he's not!

Honestly, Thors' friends are a little dense. Even without the deleted scene, let's recap the events: The King is indisposed (Odin is having his beauty sleep), the firstborn unavailable (Thor's has been exiled), and the apparent Regent unwilling (Frigga is worried for Odin and wanted to stay at his side), but somehow making the second born, Loki, the acting ruler is so treacherous. He must have surely stolen the throne! (note the sarcasm here)

Ok, I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt because he didn't want to undo Odin's last order (although it's not like they need Thor back. Asgard was not in imminent danger or something. Basically, they are just unhappy that their best friend can not go out to play because he was grounded). But - insert frustration mannerisms here - Seriously? What did they expect? It's not like Odin is dead. He is going to wake up, and when he does, who will be the one in trouble because Thor is back? Ding! Ding! Ding! Exactly! Loki.

Not to mention the emotional turmoil in which Loki is at that point. He's not Odin's son, plus he's telling himself he is unworthy, a monster, a relic waiting to be used. He wants to prove him wrong, that he is worthy. He even goes to Earth and tries to lift Mjölnir, but he can't, and again he is reinforced with the idea that he is unworthy.

Now that we're are on Earth, let’s talk about why did he tell Thor that Odin is dead because of him? Surely he is evil, isn't he? Well, not really. I admit that telling Thor that was mean, but I think he is merely projecting his own feelings. Remember, Odin fell asleep meanwhile he was arguing with Loki. It's Loki's fault Odin is vulnerable, he feels guilty, but at the same time, Loki hasn't had the opportunity to overcome his existential crisis when talking to his father, and Thor is the only one who is available to work it out.

What about Frigga? You may ask. Frigga already validated him. She loves him, and he loves her. There is not more unfinished business with her. On the other hand, he has a lot of issues with Thor.

Sibling rivalry is normal, even Disney's perfect duo (Elsa and Anna) has some of it. Do you remember Anna's song about being like a little extra button? Probably not, because it's an outtake song - insert frustration mannerisms here - but look at it, and you'll know what I'm talking about. (More Than Just the Spare is the title). The point is that all the unspoken brother rivalry has multiplied it with the revelation of his true nature. Every single favor Odin had with Thor over him, no matter how minimal, now it's an open raw wound. He's envious more than ever.

Funny thing. Loki is the most sincere in this movie. In the deleted scene before the coronation, he said to Thor that sometimes he is envious, but never doubt he loves him (why delete it! it was only 3 minutes long! and the brotherly banter was great). He said to Thor in the final battle that he never wanted the throne, that's clear as crystal in the deleted scene when he is made King (again! why deleted such important 4 minutes!), and it's proved it again when he told Laufey he only showed them the way into Asgard to protect it from Thor's idiotic rule for a while longer. Please pay attention to the "a while longer" it means he has accepted Thor would be the king, he was at peace with that (even when Odin has told them both were born to be king), but he knew his brother was not ready, so he put that stunt with the Frost Giants in motion to prove himself right (he never intended to put Asgard at risk, he knew, as Odin said, it was the act of a few doomed to fail, he only wanted to ruin Coronation Day). He is sincere and confesses to his brother's friends he is the one who told the guard to go for dear daddy to stop them (which backfires because now Hogun and Sif think of him as a traitor. Just because he did the right thing to do! Even when all of them knew that going to Jötunheimr was a bad idea).

The sad thing is that Thor doesn't even know what is happening. He's on Earth having his Hero Journey until his friends find him (and gave him their version of the facts) and now his little brother suddenly turned vicious, and he doesn't know why.

Now, I want to rant about Heimdall. I understand the Warrior Three dislike for Loki (he is Thor's annoying little brother who always tags along, most likely to be the snitch, and who to Asgardian standards is not a skilled warrior because he prefers to use magic and tricks instead of brute force). However, Heimdall is supposed to be this wise man, yet he treats Loki, a Prince (don't forget about it), with disdain and disrespect. He has watched all of Loki's life. He's watched him grow. He knows he is a mischief kid, probably a little spoiled. (who would blame him? If someone messed with him, here comes big brother Thor at the rescue. If the thing turned serious, he is the second born of All-Father Odin. I would like to see somebody fight that. And hell sure, he's mommy's little boy, so he probably got away with a lot of things. Actually, that's probably what made him the Good of Mischief. Ok, I'm rambling now, back to the main issue) Heimdall knows he is clever, and honestly probably more apt for political affairs than Thor at this point, but when Loki is named king, he seems unable to show a little bit of loyalty. He's blind because Loki bypassed his all-mighty sight. Yikes! Chill out!, now he knows how everyone else feels.

Finally, the last blow. Loki said to Odin (and still refers to him as Father - I'm not crying, I'm not crying) that he could have succeeded. Wipe out all the Frost Giant, he could have eliminated all trace of his monstrous side. He said "for you" as in for you to be my only father, for you to accept me as your son, and not a relic to trade with, and what Odin said? No. (I'm well aware Odin said "No" more in like >>that's no the way, you're my son no matter what<<, and not like >>I don't accept you<< ) Loki is in a lot of emotional distress here, and he is hanging off the Bifrost's cliff, he feels rejected, he feels unworthy, so he let himself go. He drops loose from his father's scepter lets himself consume in the void of space.

And the hope of surviving wasn't on his face.

#marvel #loki meta #loki #thor #loki series #post: mine #// PS I don't include the genocide attempt on the Frost Giants as a villainous act because later on we learned in Thor Ragnarok from Hella #that Odin's morning tea was made just of that.

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32. “Wait a second, are you jealous?”

We know how Sigyn's relationship with Theoric ends, but it actually starts very sweet, and she's elated with him at the beginning.

Thank you for the ask!

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Sigyn sat at a study table in the palace library, idly flipping through a book. As Loki approached, he could hear that she was humming a song they had heard on Midgard but a few months ago. He put his books and materials on the table across from her, and she didn’t even look up. He sighed, sitting down.

“And tell her to make me a cambric shirt…” she sang under her breath, idly turning the page.

“Who is he?” Loki asked.

“Sorry?” Sigyn said, looking up finally.

“You’re singing while you’re studying,” Loki said. “Who is he?”

“How do you know it’s a ‘he’?” Sigyn said.

“So, it’s a she?” Loki said.

Sigyn didn’t respond.

“There are a few other options,” Loki said. “I should know.”

She rolled her eyes.

“It’s a man,” she admitted.

“Well, that was an extraction,” Loki said. “Does he have a name, or did his parents die before that could happen?”

“His parents are perfectly alive and well, and you know them, as a matter of fact,” Sigyn said.

Loki paused. “Is that right?”

“I got a bit tired of getting kidnapped by everyone I’ve courted, so I decided do be courted by someone who I know,” Sigyn said. “Someone whose family I know, his background, his line…”

“Please tell me you’re not courting my brother,” Loki said.

“It’s not Thor,” she said. ‘It’s Theoric.”

“Excuse me?!”

“We are in a library!” Sigyn hissed. “Honestly, Loki!”

“We’re the only ones here and I own the damn place,” Loki said. “Theoric?”

“He’s perfectly respectable,” Sigyn said.

“That’s great,” Loki said. “Except he doesn’t respect you.”

“He respects me just fine,” Sigyn said.

“He doesn’t!” Loki said. “He doesn’t think you or Sif should have anything to do with trying for a shield, he is visibly annoyed when you talk about your studies— the only thing he ‘respects’ is your appearance and that is pushing the definition of ‘respect’ to its absolute limits!”

“Wait a second, are you jealous?” Sigyn asked with a wry smile.

Loki sputtered. “I— What— Of you and Theoric?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at the Vanir lordlings,” Sigyn said. “Fandral’s pretty easy on the eyes too, and their cousins are stunning.”

“I would no sooner court Gersemi or Hnoss than I would… I don’t know, spend a winter in Jotunheim,” Loki said. “Fandral is the only tolerable one of the group.”

“I think you’re jealous,” she said, sitting up.

“You realize that Lord Freyr will have your head on a pike for even daring to go near his heir without any sort of title or heritage,” Loki said.

“Lord Freyr approves of me, actually,” Sigyn said.

Loki paused. “Okay, now you’re just fu—”

“He’s not overly pleased,” Sigyn said. “But he’s allowing the courtship. I think I can win him over.”

“You think you can win him over?” Loki said.

“I won your father over, didn’t I?” she said.

He nodded. “You did.”

“Theoric… he talks to me and about me in ways no one else does,” Sigyn said.

“Because he doesn’t respect you,” Loki muttered.

“Loki,” she said, frowning. “I’ll not have you talk like this. This is the first man in a very long time that I’m certain won’t one day turn into a troll and steal me away. You’re not going to ruin this for me.”

“I’m trying to help,” Loki said.

“I need you to promise,” Sigyn said. “That you won’t interfere.”

Loki paused. “Fine. I promise.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

Loki shook his head, going back to his studies. If there were ever a day he was happy to be the God of Lies…

#prompt #fanfiction #loki #sigyn #theoric #logyn #mcu #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic

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Pastel Blue (Chapter 6)

A/N: I hate how I have barely had any time to write lately! In all honesty, moving to a different country is quite the challenge! 😂 I hope you enjoy the new chapter, I can’t wait to dive back into writing excessively, haha! ♥

Jess breathed out, watching how the warm air turned into fog. It was way too chilly down here. She had asked Mobius to install some radiators months ago but he wouldn’t listen. Loki on the other hand seemed to have no problem with the cold at all. He strutted next to her like he owned the place, with his head held high and a dark expression on his face.

M had a point. Despite the collar, it was a risk bringing Loki to a party of all things. But then again… she would be sure to laugh if he jumbled up the celebrations. Dave deserved it, kind of. Frankly, he could be a dick sometimes.

Loki smirked to himself. Her dress was green, with thin shoulder straps and a heart-shaped neckline. He offered her his arm when they stepped into the cafeteria, bathing in the mistrustful looks the whole of TVA eyed them with.

Mobius was stood at the buffet table, holding a glass filled with vodka and a green olive swimming in it in one hand while the other was buried in his pocket. The tawdry music, the chatting and the constant clattering of plates and cutlery made it nearly impossible for him to make out what the senior manager was saying now.

Warily, Loki glared him down. He was either oblivious to his excellent hearing, stupid enough to discuss such clandestine matters in the hallway or… or he meant for him to eavesdrop. Loki held on to the thought. He trusted him to feed him pathetic bits and pieces of information to keep him on his toes, to throw him small bones like a starved dog.

What if he was cleverer than he assumed he was? If he had incited Jess to spend time with him, make him believe she was on his side when she secretly ran off every day to tell Mobius about his behaviour like a child in day-care? If he used her to keep him on a leash in this godforsaken place? Loki gnashed his teeth.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” He mocked when he spotted him. The Trickster narrowed his eyes at him. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Jess rolling hers. Either way, he would not allow them to manipulate him and instead turn the tables. He was the master of mischief, after all.

“Enjoy yourself while you still can, Loki.” Dave added. “There’s a high chance you’ll kick the bucket next week.”

Jess rolled her eyes once more—or perhaps she was still rolling them, Loki was unsure. His eyes darted over to Mobius again, noticing with both dismay and an odd feeling of satisfaction making itself comfortable in his guts how the senior manager studied their interlinked arms.

A thin smile formed on his lips. Oh yes. Whatever your play is, I will turn it against you and I will burn this entire place to the ground until all you have left is a pile of ash and Jess—lovely and delicate Jess—will help me do so whether she is willing or not.

“Suck it up, Dave.” Jess barked. “Do you drink coke?” She continued sweetly then, directed at Loki.

“I beg your pardon?” He leaned forward slightly—close enough for her nostrils to be filled with his scent like she was some goddamn predator sensing its prey. If anything, Loki would be the predator in this scenario. She was but a lamb compared to him—a lamb who could kick his shin but a lamb nonetheless.

“Coke. Black fizzy drink, very sweet, spiked with Whiskey—not normally but definitely tonight.” She cleared her throat and winked at him and, much to his own surprise, his heart skipped a beat upon the flirty gesture. Perhaps this was the very reason he let her grab his arm and drag him away from both Mobius and Dave to plunder the bar.

“Don’t let her get drunk!” He heard Mobius call after him. Loki frowned.

Whoever was playing bartender tonight and doing a terribly slow job with that, Jess paid them no attention. Unceremoniously, she leaned over the counter, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of Whiskey. Granted, Loki knew nothing of Midgardian drinks and how there were properly mixed, he had a feeling, however, that more than half of the glass filled with Whiskey was not the proper way to mix a delightful alcoholic refreshment.

At least, so he had to admit, the view was a rather delectable one, with her backside wiggling around right before his eyes. He suppressed a dark chuckle.

Once she had tapped the faucet pouring a dark brown liquid to mix with the Whiskey and handed him one, she grinned, heaving herself up onto the counter completely and resting her feet on the barstool.

“Skål!” She announced, winking once more. Loki took a sip to conceal how thickly he had to swallow. As expected, the coke-Whiskey-mixture tasted horrible. His face distorted, making Jess laugh.

“There’s no Asgardian ale in this place, I’m afraid. Do you dance? You’re the God of Mischief, you must be dancing.”

Loki raised his eyebrows in response. “Is that all you will do at this so-called party? Drink and dance and then drink some more?”

Jess shrugged. “Never let anyone tell you that alcohol is not the solution. I’ve had some amazing nights forgetting my own name. So?” She downed her drink, slamming the empty glass on the counter so forcefully he feared it would break under the impact. “Do you dance?”

The music, whatever it was, was too slow for Jess’ taste. She’d much rather listen to some techno hits, and some Hip Hop and Dubstep hits to move her body to. It almost felt a little like space. A place to lose herself in, utterly and wholly, a place making her stronger rather than taking her energy away from her.

But Dave had always had a very uninspiring music taste and, given it was his anniversary, the music was unlikely to change anytime soon. Loki’s lips parted when she took his glass from his hand and downed it too. Neither of them expected the jolt of electricity rippling through them when she took his hand and entangled her fingers with his to pull him towards the middle of the cafeteria where Minutemen of all departments, scientists and even some of the security were moving to the music.

“That’s an interesting development after all, don’t you think?” Loki heard Dave say. Jess swirled them both around, her blue eyes closed in an attempt to dream herself into a reality where she could go out with her friends and lose her mind in a dimly lit nightclub surrounded and desired by both men and women alike. She would drink until she had forgotten about her parents and until she had lost her grasp on reality to enter space and be free and independent. Jess did not allow herself to dream often these days, for when she did… the urge to escape this place once more and turn her back on Mobius rose to an extent it brought her physical pain to resist.

“Well, he is charismatic. That doesn’t mean anything, does it? Jess has a weakness for bad boys and Loki is pretty much the definition of that.”

“Please. Thor’s little brother, how strong could he possibly be without his beloved sceptre?” Dave snorted.

“I wouldn’t underestimate him, especially not this variant. I wouldn’t have brought him here if I didn’t think he’d be of use. He’s smart. He doesn’t trust us.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mobius shrug. “We have a good reason not to trust him either. Not yet, at least. I’ve studied his entire life, remember?”

“You are not seriously thinking about removing that collar at some point, are you?”

Loki growled, lest he could not decide whether it was because of how good his palm felt against the small of Jess’ back or the way Dave and Mobius kept talking about him behind his back.

“Now I thought you said he couldn’t possibly be that strong without the sceptre?” Dave replied nothing to that. He did not need to. Mobius had made it clear enough that he was the figure of authority here. There was no way, however, he was going to be able to concentrate on this devilish bureaucrat and his ridiculous attempts to manipulate him as long as Jess’ body was rubbing against his in the most wicked ways. This woman, human or not, knew exactly what she was doing, regardless of the alcohol already clouding her system.

He smirked when another song ended and there was a moment of silence in his heart upon the lack of a loud bass reverberating in his chest. Jess opened her eyes in an almost luscious manner and took his hand once more to pour herself another drink.

He liked the way she took charge. Apart from Sif, she was so unlike all the Asgardian women he had known during his time in the realm he grew up in. Jess was neither offering him her devotion nor was she withholding her affection. His heart jumped upon remembering how she had hugged him in the bathroom. Peculiar.

While she emptied another repulsive coke-and-whiskey-mixture, his eyes caught another buffet table positioned at the other end of the room—one he had not seen upon first entering this absurd get-together.

“What is this?” Jess spun around.

“What is what?”

“This.” He pointed at the table. The cooks had outdone themselves with the number of bowls full of fruit neatly chopped up—the highlight, however, was the massive chocolate fountain bubbling away peacefully and luring every passer-by into tasting it.

“Have you never seen a chocolate fountain before?”

Loki frowned, making Jess chuckle. Heavens, if he keeps doing that, his face might stay like that, she thought.

“Come on, I’ll show you.” Once within reach of the buffet table, she treated herself to a strawberry that she stabbed with one of the provided plastic toothpicks and coated it with chocolate. She grinned when Loki’s smirk returned and copied her with the sole difference of picking a grape instead.

“How does this thing operate?”

“Well, I’m not an engineer but as far as I’m concerned, you pour molten chocolate into the fountain, which is electric, and the pump inside will make sure to keep it flowing. Apparently, Asgard is not as advanced as I thought it was. Chocolate fountains are extremely important for one’s emotional wellbeing, you know.” Jess downed the Whiskey glass she had taken with her. “And so is alcohol. Are you gonna stay here all evening now?”

“I just might.” Loki winked.

“Suit yourself.” She announced, holding up her empty glass. “I’m getting another drink.”

The God of Mischief rolled his eyes and snatched her upper arm, holding it tightly enough for to gasp—and not in a terrified or intimidated way, so he noticed. But either way, he was not going to let her poison herself.

“You’ve had enough, don’t you think?” He snarled, snatching the glass from her.

“Excuse me? Give that back.”

“No. I said you’ve had enough.”

“I’m supposed to supervise you, not the other way around! Now give that back.”

Loki scoffed. “You’ll do a marvellous job with that, all drunk and out of your mind.”

Heavens, not again. Jess gasped for air—a desperate sound swallowed by the loud music and the bass vibrating in her chest. Loki caught it nonetheless. There it was, this figurative magnet, this invisible rope tying him to her like a bloody lap dog.

It was genuine concern purling in his stomach, he did know this much. Regardless of Mobius’ half-hearted request, Loki certainly did not want Jess to get drunk and damage her liver beyond repair. Mortals were fragile as was and yet here they were, stuffing themselves with ridiculous amounts of sugar and fat, spending all day watching silly TV shows and pouring alcohol down their throats like it was water from Mimir’s fountain itself.

“I dare you…” He murmured, his composure on the edge of a steep cliff threatening to overwhelm him, rip all control from him. Jess leaned back some more, a feeble attempt to escape his advances that she did not wish to refuse altogether. “I dare you.” He repeated, jumping in at the deep end if anything to quench the curiosity and feel what his body and, for Heaven’s sake, even his mind had been longing for. What had he to lose? “Kiss me. I know you have been thinking about it.”

He pulled her close again and this time, he was certain to have heard a whimper. Loki’s cock stirred, even more so when she turned her head away and his nose brushed against her cheek.

“Is it Mobius?” He purred. Jess struggled to form a proper sentence in response or even breathe evenly. Eventually, she nodded. “I believe… I believe we have both had enough of this party, have we not?”

Jess bit her lower lip and glanced behind herself. M was engrossed in a conversation with Ravonna Renslayer, the badass time judge she never interacted with much. Well… she certainly was none of her concern now.

“Quick,” she breathed out, “before they notice us leaving.”

~*~

You are a grown woman. Loki is a handsome man. It’s obvious the chemistry between you is right. You’re sexually attracted to him and he just confirmed that the feeling is mutual. This is not your first one-night stand. It might not be your last. God, I hope it’s not my last. That man is literally not from this world.

“What are you doing?” Jess snapped herself out of her thoughts when Loki stopped in front of one of the control rooms. The walls were made entirely of glass, revealing a bored security officer staring at about a dozen computer screens in utter darkness. “He’ll see us!”

Loki narrowed his eyes and huffed when he found what he was looking for—the camera monitoring Jess’ unit. Ah… this was indeed perfect. Just like he had suspected. He could see the sofa and the unmade sheets on top of it, and the coffee table with countless peanut bags on it. But even without his powers, nobody would see him sneak along the wall and into Jess’ bedroom.

“Loki?”

“There is a dead angle in your unit.”

“So?” He winked again, making her lower regions clench. When he simply kept on walking, she rushed after him like a cat knowing it was about to be fed.

~*~

A/N: Muhahaha. In case anyone is interested what song Loki and Jess danced to, you can find it right here!

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aliypop · 3 years

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For All Time Always

Wordcount: 2,514

Warning: Some angst

A/N: I just wanted to write some Soft Astrid and Loki because I was inspired by @lokislittlesigyn headcanons for snuggly Loki, so I hope you enjoy. Because oof the fluff

"And that is why..." a loud crash coming from the palace hallways, "And that is why..." Odin tried to start back up again as his gaze motioned to the commotion of sound, "If you'll excuse me," he sighed as Amidala nodded along with the rest of the realm leaders, hoping that her children weren't the cause of the interruption. Several guards stood in front of the treasure room as Thor, Loki, Astrid, and Isabasia stood there scheming a way to get in. "We'll do get help." Thor smirked, lifting his brother as Loki pouted, "What exactly is get help?" Loki asked, his crown nearly being smooshed by his brothers.

"Well, I'll say help my brothers dying and-"

"And then Wha- AAAAAAH!"

CLASH!

Astrid giggled as Isabasia smiled, "Oh, we have something similar, except I do this!" Isabasia turned herself invisible as she carried Astrid past the guards and threw her right next to Loki, who she landed in his lap, "Seems Astrid and Loki are close enough to kiss each other!" Thor teased as Isabasia joined in with him,

"Disgusting..." both Astrid and Loki slid away from each other as their hands both brushed against each other,

" I'd rather kiss a frog!" Astrid growled as Loki began to croak, jumping on her shoulder, his mucus-covered green skin grossing her out. Astrid flung him across the room as he transformed back, holding a blue cube in hand.

BANG!

"That was very uncalled for!" he growled as spits of green fizzled at his fingertips, "Oh yeah! What will you do? Turn into a snake and stab me!" Astrid snapped, blasting him with her magic, both Thor and Isabasia no longer present to witness the situation before them. The two still fighting before they heard the clearing of throats, both Astrid and Loki found their parents disapproving glares at the mess they had made.

"You vile snake!" Astrid laughed, finding a note amongst her dresser. The two were now in their mid-teens, the age where romance was not to be taken ever so lightly. Sitting in the garden reading was Loki, who had stolen Astrid's mothers' amulet, the one to be awarded to her on the day of her official engagement to Thor,

"You two tongued wet weasel..." Astrid smirked, sitting amongst the lavender plants that Frigga loved so dearly, "That's a new one. I'll have to write it down," he focused on his book as she walked over, taking a seat in his lap, causing him to gain color in is ivory tone. His eyes focused on her brown skin. And the curl of lips, the way her hair was unraveling from her self-made braids, he wanted nothing more than to make her his, and he'd do everything in his power to do so.

"Loki..."

"Loki!"

"What?"

"Is something on your mind." Astrid asked as she laid her head on his shoulder, basking in the Asgardian sun as the Fall was soon coming to the realm, "Whomever wins your heart shall be ever so lucky." he sighed as Astrid turned to face him, his alluring eyes gleaming, as he soon looked away blush creeping up to his cheeks as Astrid only hummed,

"Why do you say?" Astrid asked as Loki scratched the back of his neck, "Well... uh... well... Because they will." he stammered. Astrid laughed, being that she had never seen Loki so lost for words, his hands wrapped around her waist stabilizing her so she wouldn't fall over. No longer concentrated on his book. His eyes were all focused on her,

"You are worth more than any jewel ever."

"Is that why you stole my mother's amulet..." Astrid asked, searching through his pockets as he swatted at her hands playfully, "What if I didn't take it..." he smirked, flipping her over on her back, her dark curls kissing the grass flowers surrounding her. "Then what was the note on my dresser for," she questioned as Loki gulped,

"To catch your attention..." he looked down,

"Loki, you always have my attention." she wrapped his arm around her waist as she wiggled into his chest, taking in his scent, as he rolled over to get a better angle as to what Astrid was doing,

"You oaf, you're going to squish me!" she groaned as Loki chuckled, her heart fluttering at the sound,

"What was that?"

"I said get off..."

"No... no, you called me an oaf. Which means you should apologize." he winked as Astrid averted her gaze,

"I'm sorry-"

"As you mean it." he grinned.

"My humble prince of Asgard, Son of Odin, Rightful King of Asgard, I deeply apologize." she laughed as pushing him away the two rolling down a hill, Astrid landing on top of him,

"Now tell me why this lack of me not having your attention." she asked, bringing the topic back, "You've been paying attention to Thor lately..." he sighed as Astrid placed her thumb on his cheek, "And smiling at him, and... As your best friend..." the hurt in both their eyes at the sound of that phrase, Loki and Astrid were past best friends by the people of Asgard and Vanaheim, sure they slept in the same beds together since they were ten and had always made the other smile since they were eight, but always there for each other to talk, they were soulmates the very thing that Frigga told them about,

"I just don't want to be forgotten..."

"Loki, how could I forget you. You're my best friend, my reason I love you."

"Astrid..."

"Hmm..."

"Don't say things that make me want to kiss you..." he stared at her lips. As she pulled him by his crown, their lips meeting, the bliss as sweet as honey and as beautiful as any song.

"Be mine..."

"I can't..."

The fall winds blew on Asgard as the stars shone, the village peppered with vending carts and lights. Thor was taste testing ale for the Harvest Festival, which brought most of the realms together.

Taking a sip of mead from her goblet was Astrid, her eyes focusing on the decorations that the Vanir made the only thing reminding her of home,

"Does your mother know you drink..." soft hands touching her waist,

"No, she doesn't," Astrid giggled lips to her ear, "What would your mother say if she found you so full..." Loki winked. Tilting her chin up,

"She'd say absolutely nothing because you are not to tell her..." Astrid gave him a burst of laughter sweeter than all the honey of Asgard, just like her kisses.

"Oh but, I might..." he leaned in closer to her, their foreheads touching,

"Then I'll tell Odin you took me away from Thor..." she whispered, stealing a kiss from him.

"You cheeky Minx.." he laughed.

"Maybe I am." she giggled, stumbling a bit, not use to the high levels of alcoholic intake of the Aesir.

"A small tip... though," Loki whispered, helping her stand

"What's that..." Astrid asked

"Gold isn't Thor's complementary color. It's red." he laughed as she smirked, "Perhaps, I wore this for you," draped in greens and golds stood Loki, who couldn't get enough of her, although they both knew that what they were doing was wrong. It felt right after all Thor was still allowed to drink, fight, flirt and be an acclaimed sex God by the talks of Fandral and Lady Sif, who told Astrid all of his stories to keep her company when her mother and father were fighting. So she figured why not have her fun too.

Astrid stood on top of the table singing, all the while Thor looked at her almost in the glance of a disruptive child,

But the trees dance, and the waterfalls stop

when she sings, she sings Come home

When she sings, she sings Come home

Astrid hiccuped as she sang amongst the Asgardians, her mug of ale sloshing around as she later dropped it. "ANOTHER ...That is how you do it here..." she asked Loki as he nodded, "ANOTHER FOR EVERYONE!" she shouted as she threw her cup down, drunkenly kissing Loki as her sights saw Thor leave with Isabasia sister, who couldn't even say hello to her.

Isabella smiled, her brown skin complimenting the crimson red dress that Ashton had made from the purest of silk farmed from Egypt, her hair down wearing the crown of her mother, and eyes looking away from the crowd,

"You look beautiful, like ..."

"Like what..."

"A flower that only blooms in the gardens that only the rivers know." Thor took her by the hand, twirling her into his arms much as he did when they were younger, but they were older now, sure not enough to rule, but enough to know that they were in love. Isabasia placed her hand on his cheek leaning in to kiss him,

"Your mother must be worried. It is getting late..." Loki smiled, helping Astrid down, "I've got a better idea..." she smirked. Drunken giggles filled the halls of Asgard as royal guards walked by. Holding her shoes and sliding down the floors were Astrid and Loki. As giggles turned into erupt fits of laughter. A guard stopped in his tracks, causing Loki to turn into Thor, picking up Astrid. Loki turned to the guard,

"Who goes there." he demanded, looking at "Thor" and his assumed mistress for the night.

"You see, my fiance... She had a lot to drink and is tired."

"Very tired.." She giggled, letting a yawn out.

"Of course, my lord, but why the throne room?"

"It was her request," he winked, kissing her neck as Astrid bit her lip.

"Grant me this night before I return," Isabasia asked her voice in a needy tone, the two passing the throne room as the guards standing there rubbed his eyes, watching as they later went up the stairs. Leading to his chambers,

"Astrid .... You'll learn to love him, just as Frigga learned to love Odin..." Amidala smiled, placing her crown on her daughter's head, "And maybe you'll forget all about this foolish Loki..." she snarled at his name as she went to cover the ungodly bite marks on her neck, "And grow up for the better..." she mumbled under her breath,

"Besides ... it's coronation day, which makes it official for."

"My engagement to Thor the most miserable day of my life..." she said under her breath, her dress covered in the finest of jewels, of reds and yellows, placing the emerald earrings in her ear from Loki. She sighed, remembering how his touch felt on her skin, the way he treated her,

"I almost forgot one more thing..."

"What's that..." Astrid asked as her mother took out her gold and red amulet necklace from its box, "Your grandmother gave it to me the day of my coronation engagement, and now I pass it to you." she smiled, her heart content on Astrid making an even better name for their family,

almost everyone in the nine realms flooded the throne room of the palace. While Thor gloated and boasted down towards the Throne, Astrid kept her eyes on Loki, who had a look of disinterest on his face towards his brother, who was also treating Mjolnir as a party trick. Frigga, who stood next to Amidala, only laughed at her child's immaturity while Astrid was slowly shutting down her mind remembering what she and the prince of Asgard did the night before. She could still feel the lingering sense of his tongue and the pleasurable ache from his every thrust, but her heartfelt glee of every praise he had ever given her. As Thor kneeled to his father, Loki gave a quick wink to Astrid, who blushed back. Odin stood up, cheers still, radiant, while the warriors 3 waved at Astrid. Who wanted to crawl in a ball and die.

"Thor Odinson... my heir... my firstborn so long and trusted with the mighty hammer Mjolnir forged in the heart of a dying star," Odin said while Astrid looked up at Frigga, a tear in her eye. Loki wanted to do everything in his right to take her away, but he knew that after tonight she would no longer be his.

"Do you swear to guard all nine realms?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to preserve the peace?" Odin looked over at Astrid,

"I... Swear," she responded.

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and to pledge yourself only to the good of the realm?"

Thor glanced at Loki, "I swear!"

"Then on this day, I Odin All-Father proclaim you..." he paused almost as if he were sensing something,

"Frost giants..." Odin growled as everyone evacuated the palace. Both Thor and Loki followed Odin as Sif, the warriors three, and Astrid drew their weapons fighting the frost giants. Amidala looked at her daughter in disgust. Fighting wasn't originally what a princess was supposed to do, but here she was fighting beside warriors and Loki instead of making sure her "beloved" was okay.

After the events of an almost coronation, the royal dinner slowly sizzled down. There stood Thor, who was standing behind Astrids chair.

"I know..." he glared at his soon-to-be queen,

"You know what..." she asked, still eating, refusing to meet his gaze.

"You've been cheating on me for my brother..." his tone cold as Astrid dropped her fork,

"It's not what it-" Astrid tried to say.

"You sneak into his chambers at night, the glances, how long has this been going on!" Thor asked as he flipped the table over. Astrid growled, "Just about as long as you've discovered yourself to be so mighty!" she stood up, her red gown flowing behind her, "You never acted as if you needed me... wine, fighting, and sleeping around with my sister have always been your main concern!" she walked away Thor grabbing her wrist,

"I am your king..." he snarled.

"You are but an immature quibbling titmouse... Who will never be king." she laughed, "And, you'll only get yourself killed if you go to Jotunheim..." she freed her wrist, charging off to change into her armor. Heimdall sighed, watching as Thor, Sif, Loki, and the warriors sat at the Bifrost bridge on their horses, as the sound of trotting came among them from afar was a Vanir woman in her mother's old armor.

"Astrid..." Loki looked up at her.

"Loki..." she squeezed his hand, As he kissed it. The two sitting on the couch of their New York penthouse overlooking the city, boxes still packed as they sat cuddled up together, his arms around her waist, as her body pressed against his, the two watching I love Lucy, a collection borrowed by Wanda. "Yes, darling..." he asked, "Do you ever thank the Gods..." she hummed, wearing one of Loki's sweatshirts that said Low Key on it.

"All the time..." he kissed her head, "Especially for having you in my life." Astrid giggled, "Oh, Loki."

"Let's try get help!

CRASH!

"I'm okay!"

Both Astrid and Loki looked at each other as they sighed, "NARFI LOKISON, VALI LOKIDOTTIR!"

"Uh oh..."

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Monster (gen!Loki)

Pairing : none/ gen!Loki

Genre : hurt/angst/songfic

Warnings : Mentions of torture, Odin being a bitch and everything you get as package deal with Loki.

A.N : again, originaly posted on quotev.com. Yhe song used here is 'Monster' by Imagine Dragons.

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" Ever since I could remember Everything inside of me Just wanted to fit in "

A young, raven haired boy sat by the stream, back against a large tree with a book on his lap. His green eyes traveled over to the group of people playfully fighting. 'Silly oafs', he scoffed. Obviously he couldn't be bothered to go over to his brother and play with his friends. They'd only tease him for being small, short and weak. 'Who needs friends when I have this book?" Surely his book about ancient magic was far more interesting than a game of tug-of-war, right?

" I was never one for pretenders Everything I tried to be Just wouldn't settle in "

As Loki grew into a teenager, he felt that no matter what he did, he'd always be second to Thor in his fathers eyes. So, he did everything he could to prove his worth. He always had been rather close to Frigga and decided to take her help in impressing the All-Father. Day and night he trained with her, mastering spell after spell, to prove himself. It broke her heart to watch him exert himself for his father. Frigga repeatedly reminded him that he was perfect in every way and didn't need to prove himself, he could be himself around her. But Loki was adamant.

One day, Frigga taught him to perform a particularly tricky spell. The spell, when cast properly, could speed up the growing process of a plant, allowing a bud to bloom into a flower. Loki felt that this could be something that Odin would love to see. He practiced it relentlessly, not wanting to mess up in front of Odin.

One fine evening, when she felt that he had mastered the spell, Frigga invited Odin over to the garden to exhibit Loki's progress. Upon hearing that Loki would be performing a magic trick, Thor, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three also gathered into the palace garden. Fighting the jitters, Loki stepped to the tiny plant he had planted and extended his hand, green wisps of magic curling around the plant. The plant grew taller and sprouted a bud. Thinking that he was doing good, Loki channeled more magic into the plant to make it bloom. The bud slowly opened up to reveal a pretty yellow flower. Odin felt a bit proud at the sight and let a small smile grace his face. Momentarily. For, as soon as the flower bloomed, Loki lost control of his magic and the flower wilted, leaving behind its black remains, infecting the entire section of carnations. Frigga had to intervene before the entire garden wilted. Odin stared the young prince, disappointment evident in his eye as walked away.

Loki felt the horrified stares of Thor and his friends. He could deal with those oafs later. What mattered the most at that point was, What did mother think? Was she also disappointed that I was not Thor?

" If I told you what I was Would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous Would you be scared? "

At the time of Thor's coronation, Loki felt absolutely broken. He had been lied to about everything. He felt betrayed, hurt, lost and alone. His world was crashing around him. Touching the casket revealed his past and his true heritage. A heritage which confirmed that he was nothing more than garbage. Staring at the blue skin on his arms, he felt absolutely disgusted in himself.

He was furious that he had been used. That, Odin very well knew he would never surmount to be even half as hood aa Thor and yet fed him false hope. Hope that Loki could someday be Thor's equal in his eye. Odin knew Loki would never be able to be a King. After all, how could a monster be allowed to be at the helm of the nine realms?

He vowed to bring Asguard to its knees, before him, where they rightfully belonged. He wanted to let chaos run wild in the streets of the place he once dared call home.

Asguard was taught that the Jötunns were the devils who waged war. They were the monsters who killed young Asgardians. Looking at his icy blue skin, he though, 'This is the real me. A worthless vermin, whose only purpose in life is to be the bad guy. Odin was right after all. Maybe if I became the monster the people rumored me to be, Id be deemed worthy of the throne at last.'

" I get the feeling just because Everything I touch isn't dark enough If this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a candle to guide me I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me A monster, a monster I've turned into a monster A monster, a monster And it keeps getting stronger "

In all his life, all Loki wanted was to be Thor's equal. To be called 'Loki — God of Mischief' not 'Loki — brother of Thor'. He'd do anything to prove himself, but never hurt innocent people. He never truly wanted the throne either, he would've rather been an advisor to Thor, and be beside him as he rules Asgard. In reality, all he wanted was recognition. The Fates granted him his wish in the most cruel way possible.

When he fell into the Void and was captured by Thanos, he initially wished he could go back in time. To Asgard, and stay in his mothers arms. He wished he could take it all back. But as Thanos and the Black Order broke him over and over again, until he had no other choice than to comply to their orders, he wished for death.

Waging war on a Midgard was not something he wanted to do. Ever. But under his control, every last bit of rage he had on Asgard was taken out on that realm. If not for a resilient group of humans, he would have been successful in his endeavour. He would've been a monster he was bred to be.

When the green creature, Hulk, smashed him into the floor of Stark Towers, the harsh blow made Thanos lose momentary control over Loki.

When he turned around, faraway, he saw a woman cradling a limp body, a baby, in her arms.

Maybe he truly was a monster afterall.

" I'm only a man with a candle to guide me I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me A monster, a monster I've turned into a monster A monster, a monster And it keeps getting stronger "

( not my gifs )

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Dances and Daggers

Summary: The Summer Festival is upon Asgard, as is the tradition of the dagger ceremony, where each unmarried gentleman chooses a lady to bestow with the honor of carrying his dagger for the night. As Prince Thor’s betrothed, Teki’s only goal is to accept his dagger with grace and hope that her violent stepfather doesn’t find fault with her in the process. But Prince Thor is unpredictable, and when he ignores his engagement on a whim Teki finds herself in a desperate situation. Luckily, Thor isn’t the only prince in Asgard…

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Chapter 4: The Indiscretion

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Word Count: 4,191

Chapter Summary: Prince Loki’s Nameday Feast gets a little out of hand.

A/N: So, when I write stories, I usually follow a very strict, detailed, scene-by-scene outline-- otherwise, I loose track of what I'm supposed to be doing. I had one such outline for Dances and Daggers. However, when writing this chapter, Teki and Loki just... decided not to follow it. I was writing it with a specific plan in mind, and they were were just like "nope!" and went and did their own thing. So... yeah. This chapter looks very different than I originally planned. I'm kind of nervous about posting it, but it was a fun writing experience, and I hope you enjoy it!

Thanks for reading! :)

TW: mentions of child abuse, cursing, threats of violence

Tags: @lucywrites02 @gaitwae

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“You look beautiful, Tekla,” her mother was saying. Teki inhaled sharply as she yanked a brush through her hair. “Everyone will adore you.”

She studied her reflection—or, more accurately, she studied the scarlet gown in her reflection.

“Mama,” she whispered. “Shouldn’t I be wearing green?” It was a losing battle and she knew it, but the thought of being the only one dressed in red was mortifying enough to make her fight it.

“Nonsense. Why would you wear anything but your betrothed’s colors?” Her mother twisted her hair into an elegant bun, Teki flinching as she shoved pins in too close to her scalp. “Tekla, stay still.”

“But it’s Prince Loki’s Nameday Feast,” she pleaded, still keeping her voice low enough so that Osvald couldn’t hear her complaining from the next room. “Everyone’s going to be wearing green—”

“Then you’ll stand out, as you should.” She patted her shoulder. “Well, are you ready?”

Teki stared into the mirror, her reflection only returning her misery.

…

Everyone was wearing green.

Teki slunk through the Great Hall with her head down, praying to the Norns or anyone listening that everyone was too distracted with their own problems to notice her, a bloodstain on a beautiful emerald tapestry. When she saw Thor approaching, she knew even that was too much to ask.

“Lady Tekla,” he said, bowing. “Would you honor me with this dance?”

She curtseyed, holding back a sigh. “It is I who would be honored, my prince.”

It was a short song, but somehow the dance lasted for eternity. They moved together stiffly, not saying a word, Teki’s gaze never rising above her partner’s chest. Somehow, she knew Thor had only asked her to satisfy the demands of his parents. That was all right, she told herself. After all, she only accepted to satisfy the demands of hers. Hopefully Mama and Osvald are watching. Still, she found herself thinking about the night Loki had given her his dagger, how nice it had felt to know that someone had asked her to dance simply because they wanted to dance with her.

When the music came to a close, he bowed, she curtseyed, and they both went their separate ways. Lurking at the refreshment table, she watched her fiancé rush to ask that same girl to dance. Sif. Who trained with the boys in the courtyard. She was saying something with a smirk on her face. Thor burst into laughter, his cackles booming across the room like a drum.

Teki bit her lip. Loki had told her that Sif was nothing more than a passing fancy, but she couldn’t imagine herself ever making Thor laugh like that. She couldn’t imagine herself ever making Thor laugh at all. She had always told herself that would change, that when the time came, they would learn to love each other and be happy together, but… what if it didn’t? Was this going to be the rest of her life—forced curtseys and stiff dances, smiling for the crowd before slipping away alone when it ended?

“Having a good time?”

Teki jumped. Prince Loki grinned, reaching out to steady her.

“Why do you always do that?” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Forgive me, my lady. This time was unintentional.”

This time. There was a snarky reply right on the edge of her lips, but Teki caught herself.

“Happy Nameday, my prince,” she said

He nodded, his green eyes never leaving hers. “Thank you.”

They stared at each other for a moment. Teki was the first to look away.

“Have—have you had a good Nameday, my prince?” she asked awkwardly.

Loki shrugged. “No different than all the previous, I suppose,” he said. “Namedays are rather exhausting, really. I don’t need a feast to remind the world that I exist.”

There was something in his eyes, a darkness that Teki couldn’t quite read, but she could tell he was upset. “I can understand that,” she said softly. “But sometimes a little reminder is nice, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps,” he mused, staring into the distance. “And yet it seems people forget regardless.” Suddenly his head snapped back to her. “I’m going to the lake. Do you want to come?”

Teki’s brain short-circuited. “I—what?”

“I’m going to the lake in the gardens,” he repeated. “Do you want to come with me?”

“But—you mean—” she stuttered, glancing around wildly. “We can’t just leave.”

“Sure we can. I do it all the time.”

“But—how?” How was he so nonchalant about this? “What if someone notices?”

“No one ever notices as these things.” He motioned to the room, to the couples on the dancefloor, clusters of people conversing in the corners, servants rushing through the crowd with trays of beverages. “Just look around—everyone’s living in their own little world.

Teki didn’t say anything. Her mind was whirring. Besides her, Loki ran a hand through his raven hair, shifting uncomfortably.

“You—you don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” he said. The cocksure confidence seemed to have drained from his voice, leaving only hesitancy. “I—I don’t mean to pressure you. It’s just—it’s nice having someone to talk to.”

She frowned. This was a terrible idea. If someone saw that she was gone, if they told Osvald… this was a terrible idea. She knew it was a terrible idea. But Loki was right, likely more so than he realized. It is nice having someone to talk to.

Teki inhaled. “My stepfather—” her voice dropped to a whisper, as if merely mentioning his name could summon him. “We’d have to get back before he sees I’m gone, all right?”

He nodded vigorously, matching her urgent tone. “Of course. He’ll never know, I promise.”

“Okay,” she breathed. She couldn’t see any of her family from where they stood, which only exacerbated her fear that Osvald was going to pop out of the shadows and demand to know what she was doing.

Almost shyly, Loki offered her his hand. She took with equal timidity, her heart racing as his cold fingers closed around hers. What was wrong with her today?

She let him pull her out of the hall, through corridors she hadn’t realized even existed, until somehow they were standing outside, the warm summer air kissing her cheeks. Her pulse was thrumming.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she murmured. It was madness. Tekla Osvalddottir didn’t sneak out in the middle of a feast to run around the gardens with a boy who was decidedly not her fiancé. But then again, she wasn’t Tekla Osvalddottir.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” Loki asked. “Out here, you can actually hear yourself think.” He was right. The air was beautifully still. The only sounds she could hear were the crickets chirping in the distance. They made their way around the perimeter of the lake, eventually landing on the wooden dock that stretched out across the glittering water. For a while, they didn’t say anything.

“How often do you do this?” she asked after a bit. “You know, slipping away?”

Loki kicked at a pebble on the dock. “Oh, I don’t know. A lot. I don’t do it every time, but sometimes it’s just too much.” He laughed drily. “In case you can’t tell, I don’t particularly care for parties.”

“Not even your Nameday parties?”

“Especially not the Nameday parties! They’re so frustrating. Everyone’s pretending that they’re all celebrating for you, but they’re just looking for an excuse to get drunk.” He kicked the pebble one last time, watching as it plopped into the water below. “It’s all so fake. No one actually cares.”

Teki hesitated. There was something bothering him, definitely, but she didn’t know how to address it. How do you make someone feel better when you don’t know what’s causing them to feel bad in the first place?

“Well… I care,” she finally mumbled. The words hung awkwardly in the air, waiting for her to complete the thought, but Teki didn’t know what else to say.

Loki turned back to her. There were still pinpricks of bitterness in his emerald eyes, but they were slowly being overcome by a mischievous smirk. “Says the only person not swathed in my color.”

Teki burned. She knew everyone would notice. “That’s not my fault! My mother made me.” She scowled. “I wanted to wear green.”

His smirk widened. “Oh really? Were you going to dance with your fiancé wearing another’s color?” He covered his mouth in mock horror. “How scandalous!”

She rolled her eyes. “No more scandalous than sneaking away from your own feast, your highness.”

“True.” He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning in slowly. “This is all quite scandalous when you think about it.”

Teki giggled. “Stop it.” She shoved his chest playfully. It wasn’t that hard—her hands only just grazed his leather top—and yet, Loki flew backwards as if he had been hit by a skiff and tumbled over the side of the dock with a theatrical cry. Water splashed over the wood, soaking the bottom part of her skirt.

At first, Teki could only sputter. What just happened? She barely touched him, what was he thinking?

“Loki!” She peered over the edge of the dock into the rippling water. There was no sign of the prince. “Loki, what are you doing?”

It was a prank. It had to be a prank. The lake wasn’t even that deep, there was no way he couldn’t surface. But as the seconds ticked by, with no change in the inky waves, panic began to lodge in the back of Teki’s throat.

“Loki?” she called again, alarmed. What if he hit his head? Should she go in after him? Should she get somebody? How long would it take her to get back to the Great Hall? What if he stuck at the bottom and drowning? She knelt on the dock, leaning over as far as she could. “Lok—”

Without a warning, the prince shot out of the water like a leaping dolphin, grabbing ahold of her shoulders and yanking her down with him. The lake muffled her screams as she thrashed around like a wounded animal, desperately trying to surface. By the time she did she was shaking, gulping air like an addict. Behind her, Loki was chortling.

“You—” Teki didn’t have words. Droplets trickled down the sides of her face, her hair falling out its bun, her scarlet sleeves clinging to her arms like a clammy second skin. “What—you—” she screeched like a bird. “Why would you do that?”

Loki only laughed harder.

She couldn’t believe this. The dress her mother had so carefully and so adamantly picked out was soaked—there was no way she could possibly return to the feast without causing a scene. Teki’s breath was coming too fast.

Why did she agree to go with Loki? Why?

“I—stop laughing!” she snapped, voice breaking. Loki fell quiet abruptly. Teki’s eyes were heating up. She blinked frantically, but the heat was climbing her throat as well. “My parents are going to kill me!” she whimpered.

Loki looked stricken. He swam toward her, hands outstretched. “Teki, I—”

She splashed water in his face. “Why would you do that?” she sobbed. “Why?”

“I was just—I meant it as a joke—”

“Well, it wasn’t funny!” she gulped. “How—how am I going to explain this?” He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me…

Loki reached out again cautiously. This time, she didn’t bother to push him away.

“Here, please.” Gently, he guided her towards the bank. She stumbled as they walked out of the water, the weight of her wet dress pulling her down. When she tripped on the uneven ground, Loki grabbed her to keep her from falling.

Water cascaded into the grass as she tried to wring her skirt out. Norns, she’d never be dry.

“Here,” Loki repeated. He was holding out a towel. Where… oh. Right. Magic.

Shakily, Teki tried to wipe away the sopping mess she had turned into. Loki watched with a shamefaced expression.

“It should dry fairly quickly,” he said softly. “It’s a warm night. By the time we get back no one will know the difference.”

She shook her head. “He will.” He always knows.

“I’ll put an illusion over you,” Loki insisted. “You’ll look exactly as you did when you arrived tonight. No one will tell the difference, I swear.”

Teki looked up at him. The prince hadn’t bothered to make any effort to dry himself. Water pooled at his feet as it streamed down the sides of his leather armor, streaking the gold embellishments. Black strands of hair clung to his cheeks, his forehead creased with guilt. She inhaled.

“Can we go somewhere else?” she asked quietly. The lake had lost its serenity.

He nodded. “Of course.”

“Well, well, well. What’s going on over here?” They both whipped around to see a figure stumbling down the embankment, illuminated by the moonlight.

Loki stiffened. “Fandral.”

“I was wondering where the little prince had gotten to,” the boy called Fandral laughed. There was something in his tone that Teki didn’t like. “You stopped sulking in the corner, I see.” He took a wrong step as he navigated the slope and was nearly the third person to end up in the lake that night, but righted himself just in time.

Teki was frozen. She recognized this Fandral—he was the same person who Thor had been pummeling in the courtyard a few weeks ago. What if he told the Crown Prince what his fiancé was up to when she wasn’t dancing with him? What if Thor told Osvald?

“Thor’s not here, Fandral,” Loki said tightly. “I haven’t seen him all night.”

“Aha. I get it. The little prince wants to be alone with his lady friend,” he smirked, aiming a wink at Teki that sent chills down her spine. He turned back to Loki. “Aren’t you a little young to be making girls wet?”

Teki flushed, and Fandral burst out into laughter. Loki grabbed her hand and started pulling her back towards the palace. “Come on. We’re leaving.”

“Wait, wait. I haven’t met the lady yet.” Fandral pushed towards her, leaning down so that his face was inches from hers. His breath stank of wine. “What’s your name, kitten?”

Teki smacked him.

What happened next was a blur. Fandral stumbled backwards, cursing. Loki yanked her arm—“Come on!”—and then they were sprinting across the palace grounds, the night air whistling through their wet clothing. They didn’t stop until they reached the noble apartments, at which point they collapsed on the grass in a panting, giggling mess.

“Oh my goodness,” she gasped. “I can’t believe I did that!”

“The look on his face!” Loki choked. “Did you see the look on his face?”

“I hit him!” she heaved, still trying to comprehend. “I can’t believe I hit him!”

Loki clapped his hands. “He deserved it. That was beautiful—”

“Is he going to tell everybody now?” The thought dampened her excitement. I’m going to have a criminal record by the time this night is through. “Am I going to get in trouble?”

The prince shook his head. “Don’t worry. Even if he is sober enough to remember what happened, he won’t tell anyone.” He snorted. “It wouldn’t do for the realm to know that Fandral the Dashing got slapped in the face by a girl.”

“What was he doing away from the feast anyways?” she asked. He hardly seemed like the type to abandon a party.

“I wouldn’t know. Looking for fun perhaps? Or maybe he just got lost.” Loki stood up, offering Teki his hand. She let him pull her to her feet as well. “We still need to dry off,” he said apologetically.

“Wait. My apartment’s right around the corner. We can dry off in there.” She pulled him towards her window. Climbing the ivy wall shouldn’t be an issue—if Teki could do it, then surely the prince wouldn’t have any trouble. She tried not to think about how Osvald would react if he knew she was alone in their rooms with a boy.

Loki frowned, but followed her just the same. “But we can’t get in from here, can we?” he asked. “Don’t we have to go through the main palace?”

“No, there’s another way,” she said, gripping the vines as she reached the wall. She had never done this after dark before, but luckily the light of the moon was bright enough to see clearly. Teki pulled herself onto a foothold.

Behind her, Loki’s eyes were wide. “You’re going to climb that?”

“Sure. I do it all the time.” She pulled herself up the vine, bracing her feet against the wall. Going up was much more difficult than going down.

When Teki glanced back, she realized Loki hadn’t left the ground. “Are you coming?”

“I—” Loki was staring pointedly at the ground, ears pink. “I’ll wait, until you’ve made it in.”

She frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“Um—” he glanced up, then quickly snapped his gaze back to the grass. “It’s—it’s just—” he motioned towards her as her dress fluttered in the breeze.

What was he—oh. Oh. He was trying to avoid looking up her skirt. Teki flushed.

Well, at least he’s nice enough not to look.

She scrambled up the rest of the wall as quickly as she could and pulled on the window. It didn’t budge.

What?

She pulled again. What was wrong? Teki never latched this window. Could her mother have done it? Certainly Osvald and Brant wouldn’t have—Osvald never came in her room and Brant didn’t know how. She pulled once more, this time with even more force.

“What is it?” Loki yelled from the ground.

She sighed. “I think my mother latched the window.”

“Oh, is that all? I can handle that.” Teki looked down just in time to see him flick his wrist. In front of her, the latch fell open. Her eyes widened.

“Wow!”

Loki laughed. “Thor hates that I know that trick.”

She pushed open the window and pulled herself into her room. A few moments later, Loki followed. He went to dry off best he could in the bathroom while fixed her appearance in front of the mirror in her room. He had been right about one thing—the warm air worked in their favor. Teki’s hair was almost completely dry. She quickly brushed through it and twisted it back into its bun—it wasn’t quite as precise as her mother’s work, but hopefully she wouldn’t notice. She realized as she was pinning it down that she must have lost a few pins back in the lake. Hopefully her mother wouldn’t notice that either.

Her dress, however, was a disaster. Not only was it still soaked, but the hem was stained from sitting in the dirt for too long. She peeled it off, making sure to stuff it down the dirty clothes chute before anyone else had time to notice. She’d just have to put on another scarlet dress and, again, hope that no one noticed.

It was only then that Teki realized she had another problem. While she had no shortage of scarlet dresses, she had failed to consider the type of scarlet dresses. The one she had been wearing had a sealed back—she could simply pull it over her head to wear without worrying about buttons or laces. All her other scarlet gowns had lacing on the back that somebody had to tie off for her to wear.

Oh no.

The panic was coming back, but Teki forced herself to breath. What were her options? She could wear one of her other sealed back dresses—but they were less formal, and the wrong color. It would be abundantly clear to anyone who saw her that she had changed for some reason. No, no.

She could try to get the original dress out of the chute, clean it up best she could, and wear it. Teki checked the black abyss into which she had tossed the gown moments ago, praying that it had caught on the way down. Nope. She reached into the darkness as far as she could—no sign of the dress.

She could stay in the apartment—tell her parents that she hadn’t been feeling well and left the feast early. But that wasn’t a real option. Osvald would see through that instantly. She shivered.

That left only one alternative.

“Loki?”

“Yes?” he called from the sitting room.

“Could—could you come in and help me with something?”

The door cracked open and Loki peeked in. “What can I do?”

“I—” Her cheeks were on fire. The dress covered her up—everything but her back, that is—but still she felt so exposed. “Could you lace the back for me?” She turned around so he could see.

“Oh—I—” Loki faltered, taking a step back. “I don’t know how to—”

“Please, it’s—it’s not hard, it’s—it’s just like lacing boots.” Norns, kill me now. “Please,” she added.

For a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to do it. But then, slowly, he made his way across the room, hesitantly taking the laces into his hands.

“Like lacing boots?” he asked.

Teki gulped. “Yes—the crisscross.”

At first, he fumbled with the eyeholes a bit, but he picked up the idea fairly quickly. It was only when he was halfway down her back that another problem became apparent.

“You’re—you’re not doing it tight enough,” she spluttered.

He wavered. “You want it tighter? I don’t want to hurt you—”

“If it’s not tight enough, the dress won’t stay up,” Teki interjected.

“But—”

“It’s all right. I’ll tell you if it’s too tight.” Please, just let this end.

Uncertainly, Loki pulled more at the lacings, stopping the moment Teki winced.

“Are you—”

“It’s fine—keep going.”

It was an eternity before he finally tied off the laces at the bottom. When she turned around, she found that his cheeks were as red as hers. Teki slipped into an awkward curtsey.

“Thank you, my prince,” she mumbled. She wasn’t sure why she had suddenly fallen back into formal titles when they were in possibly the least formal situation she could ever imagine, but here she was.

Loki cleared his throat. “Perhaps it’s time we—”

The downstairs door slammed open.

“Tekla!”

Teki felt all the color drain from her face.

She heard Osvald’s footsteps on the stairs. “Are you in here, you little bitch?”

Her breath was coming too fast, so fast her vision was going dark in the corners.

He’s going to find us. He’s going to find us both in here.

Loki was whispering her name, rubbing her shoulders and saying something else, but all Teki could hear was the pounding of impending doom as it opened her bedroom door. Loki clapped his hand over her mouth just as Osvald walked in.

She expected his eyes to narrow, his brow to deepen. She expected him to drag her by the neck down the hall and demand to know what the Hel she thought she was doing gallivanting about the palace the wrong prince. She expected him to throw her on the ground, or into the wall, or down the stairs, expected him to curse as he hit her, to tell her how she brought it upon herself, to demand that she clean up the mess her blood has made on the floor before her mother saw it and got upset.

But none of that happened.

Instead, her stepfather surveyed the room with a frown, looking straight at them as if they weren’t even there.

“Fucking Hel,” he muttered as he closed the door again.

Teki stood there shaking as his steps echoed back down the stairs, front door slamming as he left. Loki lifted his trembling hand off her mouth.

She stared at him, breathing heavily. “H-how—how did—”

“Illusion.” He smiled, but it looked more like a grimace of pain. “See? I told you no one would know the difference.”

Her head was spinning. “So—so when he walked in—”

“He just saw the empty room.” Loki dropped the act and turned to her, his face filled with concern. “Teki, please let me tell my mother about—”

“No, don’t—”

“Then you tell her, please.” He gripped her shoulder. “This isn’t—”

She shook her head. “You don’t understand—”

“You’re terrified of him!”

“It’s fine—”

“Nothing about what I just saw was fine!”

“Don’t tell anyone.” Teki gripped the fabric on his chest, pleading. “Believe me, it’ll just make things worse. Please don’t tell anyone.”

Loki stared at her, brow furrowed. “All right,” he finally said. “I suppose we should be getting back to the Great Hall.”

She nodded. “Yes, I suppose so.”

He offered her his arm awkwardly. Teki took it even more awkwardly.

She couldn’t blame anyone but herself. This had been a terrible idea.

#dances and daggers #loki x ofc #loki marvel #loki fanfic #dances and daggers chapter 4 #the indiscretion #cozy writes

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Stolen - 29

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!gifted!reader Content: Loneliness and togetherness. Discoveries. Mentions of smut. No proofing has been done, so expect some errors. A/N: Hey! Look what I made! Enjoy! Ask or re-blog for tag.

29. The Gardener

... Loki ...

The appearance of a gardener (unknowing lent to him) serves its purpose, allowing Loki to enjoy the quiet familiarity of the queen’s private garden. Although slightly chaotic, the place is pristine and only a few changes has been made since the Jotun had walked here freely – only rarely at this hour where the night is fading and the dew is starting to weigh heavy on the few unsprung buds. Stopping to admire the droplets along the mid-lines of a hosta’s leaves, a shimmer in his periphery makes him pause.

“They have grown since last you were here,” Frigga’s voice offers tamely.

Hollow. Not noticeable to anyone but the wielder of the same kind of magic as hers but enough for Loki to understand that she isn’t really there. If he were to turn to her, if he would try to embrace her like he longs for...empty air. It is much safer, then, to bend and poke the droplets on a dusty-green leaf into motion down the stem.

“I presume you’re...-” for a moment the Jotun’s voice threatens to falter, but he manages to recover -“you’re doing well?”

There’s a slight hitch in the queen’s breathing, one that sends an icy needle deep into his heart. “As well as can be expected...I’m certainly delighted with my new student.”

“She hasn’t progressed, though...”

“Give her time.”

“We might not have time,” he snaps before taming always present frustration.

Admittedly, the last few days the incessant nagging in his mind has quieted somewhat. And I have [Y/N] to thank for that. She calms him. Soothes him. Not to mention the many trysts have sated him physically – a fact the raven-haired male’s body seems to forget each time he lays eyes on the woman.

“Son...” Frigga’s hand glitters as it passes through his shoulder. “Her magic is different from ours. Understanding it, let alone controlling it, requires a perfect balance between emotions and logic...try to praise her for what she has accomplished rather than berate her for her shortcomings.”

“Accomplished?” There’s an inkling of annoyance in Loki’s question even if curiosity wins.

Standing to finally face his mother, he recognizes the mischievous twist of her subtle wrinkles. She knows something I don’t. In itself a useless statement, as the queen always has known more and has the wisdom to use the knowledge advantageously.

“A new song,” she explains, “of trust and safety...of love transcending lust.”

A non-existent fragrance of soapy water on wet skin fills Loki’s brain, and he can see Frigga knows that he finally has understood it even as she whispers goodbye and the figure dissolves with a shimmer.

... Reader ...

You would’ve preferred to dine at the great hall for a chance of striking up conversation with the people of the court, but apparently it’s only used for the great feasts. On normal days, Asgardians have their meals in their own homes or quarters which in turn leaves you with very little socializing and even less chance of snapping up any news on Thor and his friends.

“How long can it taaake?” you sigh, dramatically plopping onto the bed.

The maid who has been assigned to help you with dressing and such, turns from the wardrobe. “I beg you pardon, m’lady?”

“Sif. Prince Thor. Those guys!” The explanation is vague at best (mostly because you hadn’t intended to complain out loud). “I don’t really have friends here, y’know?”

“It must indeed be lonesome for you, m’lady.” The last bit of clean linen is returned to its designated spot. “Such a long way from home...yet unable to return due to the danger of Pr-Loki.”

Danger...only way he’s a threat is by endangering me from walking normally. “I don’t fear him.”

“Then you are brave.” Finished with her duties, she bows and takes her leave, abandoning you to the grumpiness.

If you’d been anything like the strong people of this planet then you probably would have gone to spar with someone. If you had been like the athletes at home then a run might have cleared your head. As things are, all you’re left with as a physical outlet is fucking Loki’s brains out (which you admittedly do like), but he’s not even around right now and so all there’s left is to pace the room.

The footsteps create a rhythmic thudding, the fingers on your hips a rapid tattoo that vibrates from the bones to your lungs and mind where it conjures up a melody you’ve never heard before. It’s angry. No, it’s impatient and laden with heavy promises like the storm-clouds gathering outside. A wind sweeps across the semicircular balcony and adds a morose tone to the song, lacing itself with the words you barely realize are coming from you.

The world waits for the storm to be unleashed.

“Let it out,” a voice whispers in your ear as familiar, cold arms ensnare you.

You do. Everything that has been pent up inside breaks free and tumbles out of your chest. It’s chaotic and beautiful and dizzying. Purifying like the rain breaching the threshold and staining the gossamer curtains until they are weighed down but you are soaring on a release you didn’t know existed.

And as the downpour dwindles and becomes a drizzle (as the dark clouds depart to reveal the setting sun), you trust Loki to anchor you. Giving in to his soothing cool as it weighs you down and moves across and within your body, you welcome a different elation.

...

His arms are wrapped around you – the only part of him you can see bathed in the moonlight – and his lips are tickling the small hairs in your neck. Even so, you can’t suppress the sigh.

“What is it, my darling?”

I could say nothing, but you know he’d call your bluff. “It’s just...I wish I could do something.” You turn in his arms, but don’t trust yourself to meet his gaze. “The queen’s being an amazingly patient teacher...and I know you also brought me here to be safe but...but I wish I was of use. Or that I actually managed to learn anything rather than be stuck on Magic 101.” You groan in frustration, “I’m useless!”

“Considering the display of magic tonight...’useless’ is not the term I’d use.”

“I know we’re a good match in bed but it’s a stretch to -”

Loki stops you with a kiss. “Not that, my fury, the storm.” You must have looked like the incarnation of a question mark because he smiles at you. “You created that, it was not a result of natural causes. I could taste your magic in the rain, smell it in the air.”

“...get outta here!”

“I mean it.”

Impossible. Still, if you were honest, a part of you more than wants to believe it: it knows it. It’s a sensation similar to the moment when you know that you know something, but you can’t remember what it is and this time it’s not an itch in your brain but rather something in your entire essence that’s waiting for you to discover it.

“It will come,” Loki promises and his kisses grow languid, “but first...perhaps we must tire you out?”

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Real quick scattering of thoughts on Loki 1x02 and x03 before I watch the newest episode. I watched them pretty much at the same time so it’s a two-for-one post. Here be spoilers for episode 3! On mobile so no cut again, sorry.

Spoilers ahead. You’ve been warned.

Okay. In no particular order but attempting to start with ep 2 first:

Loki trying to get info on the Timekeepers and the TVA in ep 2 and being blocked by the most bored archive librarian ever was hilarious. The whole sequence of him trying to get her attention only for her to completely ignore him until he rang the bell was creepy but so funny.

Loki’s reaction to getting the details on Ragnarok made me so sad. :( Same, Loki. SAME. I’m also still gutted Asgard was destroyed and I refuse to even watch the movie ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But him going to look at that in the first place made me wonder if maybe in the back of his mind Loki’s coming up with a plan to save Asgard? (Or at least, one version of Asgard in the multiverse.) I would love that. I want Asgard back in general and was hoping for Thor 4, but having Loki be the one to save Asgard would be SO fitting. He may be adopted but he’s still an Asgardian at heart, truly. Having Loki be the one to save Asgard would be a great way to show him finally acknowledging that and have all the Asgardians acknowledge it too.

We have an official population for MCU Asgard! 9719 people. That fits. It’s about twice the size of a pretty small suburban town. Asgard is SMALL. It just doesn’t have the space for a lot of people. It’s still a city, but Asgard the Realm has other things on it besides just the city, so it can’t have a huge population.

I wonder what the official population of New Asgard is when we see it in Endgame? And how many Asgardians come back post-Blip? This would really all depend on how many people made it through Hela’s rule and onto the ship during Ragnarok- and then half of them would’ve been killed by Thanos in the beginning of Infinity War. Would half of the remainder have been Snapped away at the end of IW, or would Thanos leave them out since he already halved their population? File under questions Marvel will probably never answer. Also file under “Thanos continues to be really bad at math.” (Should probably go look at the New Asgard sign again to check, but I don’t think it listed population.)

Loki annoying Mobius by messing with his salad was great. Loki annoying Mobius in general was great.

Loki letting the goats free in Pompeii made me think he might have a liking for goats, which means I now have a headcanon that Loki was friends with Thor’s goats as a kid and would sometimes let them loose to get their assistance with pranks. Thank you show, for cute kid Loki headcanons.

Tom Hiddleston probably had a BLAST yelling at people in Latin in character as Loki, and good for him!

Sylvie’s entrance sequence at the beginning of the episode with the fight scene vs the TVA set to “I Need a Hero” was amazing. I haven’t seen Shrek in a while but this might just reach the same levels of A+ “I Need A Hero” song usage as the Shrek sequence.

Speaking of the beginning of the episode, the Ren Faire setting was SO good. Great way to get laughs, and it made me want to go to a Ren Faire again.

The Roxxcart setting for the big encounter later in the episode made me flash back on all the times Roxxon’s appeared in the MCU. Two main thoughts: 1. I so want a Jane!Thor movie where the main villain is Dario Agger, evil Roxxon CEO and Minotaur. Preferably working with a better version of Malekith (from another universe probably) like in comics, because as much as I love Thor 2 my one complaint is that their version of Malekith was SO LAME. Especially compared to comics!Malekith. Plus an Agger + Malekith teamup would mean both the Nine Realms AND Earth are in danger, by definition. Thor 5 please, Marvel. 2. I really, really miss Cloak and Dagger and that show deserved so much better.

(Our) Loki’s perpetual insistence that he’s better and that the plot (pun intended) is about him is both funny and also a little sad- because he knows, or at least thinks, that if he stops insisting those things, everyone will stop paying any attention to him whatsoever. And he needs attention.

Poor Mobius probably felt so betrayed at the end of this episode. :(

Onward to episode 3!

This was by far my favorite episode so far. I LOVE Sylvie. I love her and Loki’s dynamic. I love that we get Loki talking to someone he considers an equal about some very personal things, and that Sylvie does the same thing with him. They understand each other in a way nobody else has. Because they’re the same person, sort of. I’ve taken to calling them “alternate reality twins” and that’s what I’ll keep calling them unless told otherwise.

They also annoy each other in a way nobody else can. And it’s hilarious. They look equally annoyed at the other not falling for their tricks and equally annoyed at needing the other’s help before they really start to bond and I LOVE ALL OF IT. I also feel like they adopt each other a lot quicker than either would be willing to admit, and then they’re annoyed at that! Loki yelling “you’re so weird!” at Sylvie made me go “OH they’re bickering like siblings!!!” and that was pretty early on! I’m an only child but that had peak sibling energy to me. Even them trying to trick and outdo each other had sibling energy most of the time.

Their earlier fight when they first get to Lamentis, before they realize where they are, had some VERY quality quips and also really had me wondering who would win in a fight between the two of them. Sylvie seems to have more physical strength, and she’s got a sword instead of daggers so longer reach, but Loki has skill and he has tricks. I think with his skill at magic (he can TELEPORT?! Probably only a few feet and probably limited by where he can see but that’s SO COOL!!! I don’t think we knew he could do that?!) Loki would likely run rings around Sylvie IF there were no people around for her to enchant. And assuming that she wasn’t able to set any traps beforehand, because Sylvie has proven well able to set traps to take down people who should be at a major advantage against her. Otherwise, I think Sylvie would win. She seems to have better physical training than our Loki, and if there were any people around for her to enchant he’d have to contend with them too. And if Sylvie could lay traps ahead of time, then it could go either way (you never can tell with a Loki, much less two) but I think Loki would probably lose. Loki is just as tricky as she is but that seems to be something she’s had a lot of practice in. Loki is more about confusing opponents with illusions and duplicates and talking his way around people. Sylvie sets traps instead, and is more comfortable/better at using brute physical force.

Speaking of enchanting, me while watching episode 2: “Hey, these mind controlling powers remind me of Enchantress’ powers!”

Sylvie in episode 3: calls her powers “enchanting”

Me: “OH.”

So Sylvie seems to be a composite of 3 characters. 1. Lady Loki, as in Loki when identifying as female. (There’s also that time from before they said Loki was genderfluid and a shapeshifter and back when Loki was still evil when he possessed Sif’s body and went by Lady Loki, but we don’t talk about that.) 2. Amora the Enchantress, a major Thor character/villain who uses magic to “enchant” people into doing what she wants-yes this is definitely a cringey “magically enchants people into loving her, consent-issues-out-the-wazoo” evil seductress stereotype in old comics, but it’s gotten better recently. And 3. Sylvie Lushton, the much lesser-known second Enchantress, who was a regular teenage human girl when after a Ragnarok (don’t remember which one, there have been multiple but this would’ve been early 2000s) Loki for shits and giggles decided to make her think she was Amora and give her the powers to match. She was on the Dark Reign-era (aka when Norman Osborn was in charge of SHIELD and the Avengers) version of the Young Avengers, the Young Masters of Evil, and that’s where I know her from. She’s a great character- she genuinely wants to do good and help people, but her brain is a bit messed up by the number Loki did on it, so she gets confused. I believe she’s currently in comic book limbo after Amora found out about her a while back, got pissed at her for stealing her name and her whole Thing, and tossed her somewhere dangerous on the World Tree while saying something about how if she can survive it then she’ll prove she deserves the name Enchantress. She sadly hasn’t been seen since as far as I know.

So each of those characters have similar characteristics with Loki’s Sylvie. Sylvie 1. Is a Loki who is female (Lady Loki), 2. Was presumably raised on Asgard and uses her magic to “enchant” people via a form of mind control into doing what she wants (Amora the Enchantress), 3. Is named Sylvie (Sylvie Lushton, Encanhtress II). Also worth noting that both Amora and Sylvie Lushton have blond hair, and so does the MCU’s Sylvie. All three characters also have green colored magic!

May turn the above bullets into their own post just for informational purposes. Also, when we said we wanted Enchantress in the MCU, this is not what we meant. Stop with the Monkey’s Paw-style wish granting, Marvel! (Looking at you, X-Men comics’ response to us wanting more Wanda.)

Anyway. Will round off with my favorite thing: everything on the train. Everything on the train was WONDERFUL.

Loki telling Sylvie about Frigga and how she taught him magic and then demonstrating the fireworks made me tear up. 🥺 Right in the feels. I miss Frigga a lot. I miss Asgard/the old Thor franchise in general a lot, but this is about Frigga. She was AMAZING and I miss her. Forever love the detail that Tom and Rene came up with the idea on the set of Thor 1 that Frigga is the one who taught Loki magic and fighting and how that informed their characters’ dynamic to the point of it being canonically discussed later. There’s a great Thor 2 deleted scene where Frigga talks to Thor about this exact thing. Frigga is such a fave of mine.

Sylvie telling Loki about her own past in turn made me very curious what her life was like and what the differences are. She seemed to have had a really hard time of it as a kid and I just want to hug her. (I also want to hug Loki, but that isn’t news.) Loki has had a very tough time, but really only after finding out he was adopted. He doesn’t appear to have had many friends on Asgard before (though I headcanon that he was friends with Lorelai before her exile, and since it’s my headcanon I imagine a similar situation with Amora, if not quite as close a friendship because comics Loki gets along better with Lorelai than her sister) but he at least had a family who loved him and who he loved, and a status as a prince that would’ve given him a good life and protection. Sylvie doesn’t seem to have had any of that as a kid. :(

“Surely there were some would-be princesses? Or perhaps a prince?” CANONICALLY BISEXUAL LOKI YES! YES.

Comics Loki is canonically both bisexual and genderfluid! Explicitly discussed on page, multiple times, and expounded on by writers too. (One of the most heartwarming Odin moments for me- yes, Odin does have heartwarming moments!- is when he’s telling his kids he loves them and he says something to the effect of “my son, my daughter, my child who is both.” The latter is Loki, the former are Thor and Angela. I might still be bitter over MCU Hela taking Angela’s place in the family sorry not sorry. This was in Original Sin: Thor and Loki, for anyone wondering.) I tend to default to he/him pronouns when talking about Loki because Loki tends to be male more in appearances, and also partly because it’s what I’m used to, but when Loki is clearly female I’ll of course switch to she/her. I have seen people use they/them pronouns for Loki too. I don’t think Marvel has ever said what pronouns Loki prefers though.

Speaking of which: I realize the “Sex: fluid” on Loki’s info card in episode 1 was probably foreshadowing Sylvie, but I kind of want to also read it as a nod to Loki being genderfluid. (Loki is also a shapeshifter, so gender would = sex in this case.) Whether it would be a nod to specifically comics Loki or also to MCU Loki is anyone’s guess as of now. We’ll find out I guess, or if it turns out to be strictly headcanon than it’s whatever floats your boat. :)

Back to the train scene!! Sylvie loudly protesting that she can’t sleep near people she doesn’t trust and then promptly falling asleep across from Loki a few minutes later made me emotional. ALTERNATE REALITY TWINS. Also VERY much a parallel to Loki falling asleep across from Mobius last episode.

Loki realizing that Asgard was really his home and his family really was his family only to also realize that he’ll never see either again and deciding to handle this by getting ABSOLUTELY DRUNK is SO ASGARDIAN OF HIM. I cannot. He even did the “Another!” *smashes glass* thing just to bring the point home.

Oh gosh, LOKI SINGING IN ASGARDIAN. FEEEEEEELS. I know, it’s actually Norwegian. I wonder a bit why they didn’t use Icelandic instead? Anyway, this was lovely and I love that going by the translation it’s a song of longing to go home, and it mentions Idunn’s apples of immortality. Apparently the full version of the song is going to be on the soundtrack and I’m so excited for that.

Loki’s metaphor of “love is a dagger” was actually quite good, he and Sylvie just lost the thread of it right at the end there. I wrote about this in tags somewhere, I’ll copy it in here later.

Edit: here’s an edited version of what I wrote on this post: This was a great metaphor until it got away from him. So close to the point (heh) and then they veered right away. Let me finish this for them: “Love is a dagger. It’s a weapon for far away and up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful. You have to give it to the right person.” So what this scene tells us about Loki is that he’s been hurt by love because it hasn’t been real. Or hasn’t felt real to him. Maybe he’s given it to the wrong people, or maybe he couldn’t tell who the right people were. (And if this is in reference to his family then I think he’s still too close to the revelation of his identity to be able to think clearly about the situation. Because his family DID love him! Even Odin. He just lost sight of that with everything happening.) Love is also about trust. And Loki doesn’t trust easily.

I really love this quote and this scene. Kinda want to do a “Love is a dagger” graphic of i ever have time.

I also wouldn’t be surprised if Loki and Sylvie come back to this conversation and come to a more satisfying conclusion. I hope that happens actually.

Sylvie using her headpiece against an opponent in the train fight instantly made me think of Wonder Woman. A+. Also, I haven’t mentioned yet but I love the fact that Sylvie’s headpiece looks exactly like God(dess) of Stories Loki’s from Agent of Asgard. Loki’s Ragnarok headpiece definitely had big AoA Loki vibes, but Sylvie’s headpiece is much closer- mostly it’s smaller, which is very Agent of Asgard Loki in general, but the one horn being cut off is specifically a God(dess) of Stories Loki thing and I love that they pulled from that.

Loki throwing the dagger and missing because he’s drunk was hilarious. Not good for Sylvie, but hilarious to watch. Don’t fight while drunk, Loki. Also, he threw “love” at Sylvie and I laughed when I realized that.

I didn’t realize until I saw a parallel gifset of it why Loki carefully going up to Sylvie after her scream felt so familiar- it’s just like how he went up to Thor after Thor overturned the table in Thor 1. The CONTINUINTY!! Absolutely amazing.

While trying to save the Ark Loki was probably thinking a lot about what he saw in the TVA clips of his own people trying to escape Asgard during Ragnarok and that hits kind of hard.

Loki apparently using telekinesis to stop the column from falling on him and Sylvie threw me off a lot until I saw another gifset that included the moment in Thor 2 (trailers only, I think) when he finds out Frigga is dead and all the furniture close to him breaks and flies away from him. The pose was even the same as when he stopped the column. I think he can sort of... push things away from him? (Almost like a Force Push 🤔) He seems to need to stop and tense up his arms while he does it though. And it doesn’t have the green effect the rest of his magic does, which is odd.

Speaking of Loki’s powers, I’ve said this in tags for sure but I’m so happy they’re FINALLY letting Loki hit people with green magic bolts. He does tend to prefer more subtle uses of magic, but I still can’t believe it took over 4 movies for that to happen. It’s kind of a no-brainer magic attack- probably exactly why Loki prefers other things- but you’d think he would’ve done it at least once after 4 movies.

I saw a post point out that by the end of the episode, Sylvie has lost both her headpiece and her cloak/robe thing, which makes me wonder if she’s going to get a new outfit by the end of the show. Or at least different accessories. I’m also curious if she’s going to take up the Enchantress moniker by the end of the show.

Finishing this with theme analysis and theory time:

The revelation that TVA agents used to be variants and were somehow reprogrammed makes so much sense. There’s something immediately shifty about the idea of 3 Time Keepers dictating the fate of everyone in infinite multiverses, and this just solidifies the hint that the Time Keepers are going to be the overall Big Bads. Which makes sense, narratively! But this shifts the TVA agents from villains to victims. Mobius gets to stay sympathetic and so does Sylvie, AND once the TVA agents find out about their origins it puts the same choice onto them that Loki has. They all have a choice now about who they’re going to be. They’re not who they thought they were, but are they going to let themselves be defined by what other people (here, the Time Keepers) think they should be, or are they going to be who they want to be.

This is exactly what Loki: Agent of Asgard is about, by the way. And I know I said in the last post that Loki’s greatest villain is himself, but I’m going to amend that because I didn’t say it quite right. Loki’s greatest villain is his evil self. Loki the god of evil, the Loki that is the villain. Loki (and all the other Asgardians) in Agent of Asgard is genuinely a god, and AoA tells us that gods are defined by belief- they are what people believe them to be. That’s how they exist. So because so many people believe Loki is an evil villain, the universe tries to twist him to fit that role. The plot of AoA is Loki trying to avoid that fate, to be better, be who he wants to be. It’s a meta story. It’s Loki trying to break free of the narrative he’s been part of up until that point. And eventually he manages to break the fourth wall itself and take control of his own narrative by becoming the god of stories. He controls his own story and it no longer matters what other people think he is, only what he thinks of himself. Nobody else gets to change or define him.

AoA’s villain is a future version of Loki that does go back to being evil. He’s basically the cosmic force- destiny, the narrative itself, etc- that’s trying to fit Loki into the “evil” box personified. Loki is seemingly taking that idea and subbing in a different personification for that same idea of lack of choice: the Time Keepers. We know from the Miss Minutes short in episode 1 that the Time Keepers want one timeline. We don’t know if that’s actually to prevent a multiversal war like the short suggests or if that’s just propaganda. When Loki tries to find out more about the war or about the beginning or end of time in episode 2, he can’t access those documents. Something doesn’t seem right there.

Edit: Also, in episode 2 Loki compares the TVA to Asgard by saying both the TVA agents and Asgardians are equally stupid. The reveal of who the TVA agents are adds a new dimension to that comparison. They both see themselves as guardians of the world around them, special, but really they’re no more special than the people they’re fighting to protect. Or in other words, they’re only as “special” (“heroic,” really) as they make themselves.

Also an edit: damn I just realized the continued stupidity of R*gnarok having Fenris and Odin in the same movie and Odin dies but get killed by Fenris. Asgardians have a saying about watching for wolves’ teeth.

I’ve seen the theory around that Sylvie might be a former TVA agent (which seems to be backed up by the midseason trailer I very belatedly saw, oh my GOD TINY SYLVIE!!!!! But also oh no tiny Sylvie at the TVA :() and I really like that. It makes sense. Maybe she went rogue because she realized the TVA is preventing people from choosing for themselves. Maybe she even knows what it is the Time Keepers actually want. Or maybe she’s doing this just for herself because she didn’t enjoy being brainwashed by the TVA and she doesn’t like being told who to be! That is after all part of “what makes a Loki a Loki,” even if she doesn’t use that name anymore.

I’m also wondering (hoping?) if maybe her being a former TVA agent could explain why she’s a mashup of different characters, instead of it just being Marvel mashing characters together because they can. This is mostly wild speculation, but could the TVA possibly have put multiple people’s timelines/memories inside her head? What if she’s in universe an amalgamation of a Loki, an Amora, and/or a Sylvie?

We’ve had some clips of what looks like a Thor 1 era Loki in front of the throne on Asgard- which looks different to me; maybe Loki redecorated? We’ve also gotten a shot of Loki in front of a ruined NYC skyline, including Avengers Tower. Maybe we’ll get an episode where Loki wins and we’ll see different timelines where he wins in different ways, until he realizes that this isn’t actually what he wants?

Whoops this got long??? Thanks for reading if you read this far!

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