#the sacred timeline really IS the worst timeline

[anundyingfidelity]

FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS – Loki x female reader

Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.

Word count: 3.9k.

Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.

Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!

GEN MASTERLIST!

It's harder to stay...

Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.

The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.

Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.

"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.

Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"

The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.

"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.

"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.

"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.

During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.

"So it's personal..."

"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.

"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."

"I won't."

2029, Sacred Timeline

When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.

But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.

You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.

At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.

Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.

He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.

So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.

Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.

The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.

"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.

You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.

"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.

All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."

"Loki, I saw you die..."

Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.

"I know you did, my love."

You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.

And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.

"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"

Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.

"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."

"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."

"What?" you mumbled.

Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?

"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.

Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"

He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."

You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.

"Your death was supposed to be then?"

"Yes, it was."

"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.

Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.

Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.

"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"

"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.

You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."

Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"

"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."

"Or you could do both."

"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, Loki."

"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."

You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."

Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.

You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.

"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."

He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."

"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."

"No,I can't-"

"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."

Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.

"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."

And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."

Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.

When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.

"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.

Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."

His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.

You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."

"Thank you, love."

Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.

"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.

"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.

So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.

Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.

"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.

"I love you too."

Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.

The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.

So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.

He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.

Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.

At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.

"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."

"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.

"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.

"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.

"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."

And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.

You were right. Mobius was a good friend.

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[fqreverwinter]

“time-slipping”

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relationship: loki x fem!reader

summary: you were loki’s teenage love, but he lost you too soon. in his quest to save the sacred timeline, he time-slips to you, not knowing that you are the one thing that could help him.

warnings: none! :)

word count: 2.6k

notes: i guess i’m back in my loki era! this contains some spoilers for season two, so please read with caution if you have not seen it yet!

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The pain was like no other; time-slipping felt like Loki was being torn into a million pieces while being squished into a small box at the same time. Light flashed around him, making him feel dizzy whilst experiencing the excruciating pain. After the blinding few seconds that the phenomenon lasted, Loki finally landed in whatever spot the force thought he needed to be in next.

At first, he was confused. He was surrounded by trees and mountains—no where he had ever teleported to before. Once he got his bearings, he realized where he was.

Asgard.

It was strange. Each time Loki time-slipped, it was to a place that he had unfinished business in, whether it was the TVA in the past or the McDonald's in the way past that Sylvie worked in. He thought he had no unfinished business in Asgard.

He groaned. Unless it was to deal with his brother or his father.

As Loki began to curse whatever force was behind his teleportation for bringing him here to deal with his family drama, he heard a voice off in the distance. He paused, trying to determine where he knew this voice from. Then he heard it again and his heart skipped a beat.

"It can't be," he whispered under his breath, peeking around the tree that he spawned behind. But it was true. There, you sat, the first and greatest love he ever had.

You were on a stone bench in the middle of one of the many gardens of Asgard. Your hair was blowing in the soft summer breeze as you read aloud—your favorite way to read—a Midgardian book. Loki watched as you smiled or frowned with each line you read, taking in all of the features of your face that he missed so dearly.

You and Loki had met when you were teenagers. You lived in a cottage near the palace with your parents, both prominent jewelers in the realm. He came to their store one day with his brother to pick out a pair of earrings for the queen's birthday. You just happened to be sitting behind the counter talking with your mother when they arrived.

As soon as Loki laid eyes on you, he knew he wanted to marry you. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. While Thor worked with your mother to find the gift for Frigga, he walked over to you and began a conversation.

Loki came to the shop almost every day for two weeks, asking about you every single time. You never really frequented the store, so most of the time, your parents would turn him away. After his thirteenth visit in fifteen days, your father had enough and finally took Loki back to your cottage, where you were baking, another favorite hobby of yours. Your father explained that this "obnoxious prince" had tormented the store for too long and just wanted the pain to be over, as Loki stood behind him with a sheepish grin. You laughed and invited Loki to sit with you.

The rest became history. You and Loki officially began dating after a few outings, mostly walks along the forest or snacking on fruit in the palace's courtyard. Loki was enamored with you, as you were enamored with him.

But the worst happened just seven months after your relationship began. Loki left the palace that morning with the intention of bringing you to the library within the palace, somewhere you had expressed interest in seeing but never had the chance to visit. He planned a whole day: explore the shelves, allow you to pick as many books as you wanted, then have dinner with him and his family so you could meet them properly.

As he approached your neighborhood, he noticed swarms of people standing outside the perimeters as guards blocked anyone from approaching. Curious, Loki walked up to one guard that he recognized and asked what had happened. The guard explained that last night, a group of bandits had broken into the home of a jeweler with the intent to steal some of the more precious jewelry that they kept there. The family woke up in the process and they slaughtered all three: a mother, a father, and a daughter.

The words struck Loki like a knife. His heart sank as he started to push past the guards, but they refused to budge.

"Your highness, we cannot let you through. They are removing the bodies."

"No! You must! That's my love!" he cried, still trying to push past. But it was no use. He peeked through the gaps between the guards to see if he could catch a glimpse of the scene. The only thing he was able to see was your hand, one that he recognized because of the gold ring you always wore. It was covered in blood.

Loki shook the flashbacks out of his head as he continued to watch you read on the bench. Quite honestly, he never got over that day. It sent him into a dark spiral, one that probably led him to making all the poor choices he did and landing in this godforsaken TVA in the first place. But then he wondered, why would the slipping bring him here?

He tried to move closer to you without being obvious, hoping that there was something in the surroundings that would explain his sudden landing here. As he tiptoed closer, however, he stepped on a branch, leading to a loud crack! Your head snapped up at the noise, and you made eye contact with him. Loki froze, unsure of what to do.

"Loki?" you asked. "Is that you?"

He hesitated before saying, "Uh—Yes. It's me."

You smiled softly. "What are you doing? Why are you hiding? Come here."

You shifted to the side as you closed your book and placed it on your lap. He took a breath before emerging from underneath the tree. He could see you clearly now, and your beautiful face made his heart began to race all over again

How could this be happening? he wondered. How could you be here?

"You look... different. What's with the outfit change? It's so strange," you said through a giggle.

Loki smiled at your laugh, something that he hadn't heard in so long but always brought him comfort. He cleared his throat and answered, "Um, I was trying something new. Do you not like it?"

You shrugged, "I wouldn't say it's my favorite look of yours, but I could get used to it. Come sit next to me. I missed you."

He took another deep breath before sitting beside you on the bench, moving so carefully in case you were to disappear at any sudden movement. You reached over and brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear, noticing a new scar on the side of his face.

"What happened, sweetheart?" you asked with a frown, tracing your finger over it. "How could this have happened since last night?"

"Uh, it didn't," he replied, panicking for a response.

You furrowed your brows. "Then how have I never noticed it before? And why do you look so... different?"

You leaned back and looked at him closely, noticing some key differences. He looked older than you were used to, so much taller and so much stronger. He looked exhausted and frustrated and anxious all at the same time. Something in you said that this was not the Loki you knew.

Loki sighed, deciding to come clean. He could tell you knew something was up. And of course you did; he was foolish to think that he could ever pull the wool over your eyes. You were never one to fall for his tricks.

"The truth is, I'm from the future. I'm stuck in this... bureaucracy that controls the timeline of the universe. Something happened and the timeline is falling apart, and I've been slipping in and out of different places in time as a consequence."

You looked shocked for a moment, then laughed. But when Loki's face didn't change, you stopped.

"You're serious?" you asked with a surprised expression.

"Unfortunately, I am," he replied, hanging his head. "For some reason, I spawned here. I have no idea why. You—You're dead. You died, darling. And I don't know if this is some sort of torture from the bastard at the end of time or if there is some other motive—but it's breaking my heart to see you."

You looked at Loki as he sat beside you, breathing heavily and shaking from the emotions coursing through him. His words sat in your thoughts—you die? Well, obviously, you die at some point, but you die young?

You had a million questions to ask him about this circumstance, but you knew that wasn't the reason he was here. You decided to focus on him instead.

"Loki," you began, placing your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you with tears running down his face.

"Don't cry, my love. You were brought here for a reason, and I doubt it was torture. What are you trying to do with this timeline? Do you need to fix it?"

He nodded, "We have to stop it from branching or—or this dangerous man will escape and start a war."

"Right," you said with a nod, although the entire situation confused you. "So what is stopping you?"

Loki sighed and looked back down at his hands. "I—I keep doing this time-slipping, and I don't know why. I cannot figure out what I am supposed to do. I've been working at it for centuries at this point, and every time I get remotely close, something happens and it doesn't work. And there's one final option left—but I just can't bring myself to do it."

Your heart broke at his lament. You loved him so much, and you hated seeing him so beat down like this. Then, he froze before picking his head up and looking at you with that mischievous grin that you recognized.

"I know! I know why I was brought here! I'm meant to save you!" he claimed excitedly. "I-I can save you from your death, and that way none of this would have ever happened. I can correct the wrongs of the past and just be happy."

His smile dropped when he realized you didn't return his excitement. Instead, you placed your hand on his knee and gave him a sad smile.

"I don't think that's the solution, love."

"No! It is! It has to be! This is the only place that the time-slipping has taken me to that had nothing to do with the people I met at the TVA. Clearly, I'm meant to prevent your death so that we can live happily together and I never made the mistakes I did."

"Loki," you said with a sigh, taking both of his hands in yours. "You said you had a choice to make, that there was a final option. Why won't you do it?"

He looked at you right in your eyes, clearly confused as to why you wouldn't just accept the fact that he wanted to save you. "Um, well, it would mean I'd never get to see my friends again. Like, physically. I'd be able to see them but they'd never be able to see me. And ever since you have been gone, I have had the hardest time finding a group of people to accept me again. I am not willing to let that go quite yet."

"Love, have I ever told you the story about my old dog?" you asked.

Loki looked at you with a puzzled expression. "Uh, no, I don't think so."

"Well," you began with a smile. "Her name was Daisy. She was this gorgeous little retriever who could brighten anyone's day. I got her when I was just four years old, so we pretty much grew up together. She was my favorite thing in the whole wide world. Then, just a few years ago, Daisy started to slow down. She was tired all the time, and she wouldn't eat or play. So, we took her to the closest animal expert. He said that she was really sick. We had to make the decision to either try a medicine that might work but could leave her in pain for the rest of her life or let her go out on her own terms. Do you know what we did?"

He shook his head.

"My parents left the decision up to me because she was technically my dog. I decided to not try the medicine and let her die on her own. It was the hardest decision I ever had to make. I would have loved to have more years with my Daisy, but I knew that she would not be happy. In the end, I had to make the choice that I knew was right, even if it meant losing something I loved."

Loki looked at you with wide eyes, nearly on the verge of tears again. He leaned into your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. Somehow, you always knew just what to say to make him feel better.

"So, my love," you began again, holding him close to you. "Sometimes we have to make the hard choice. Sometimes you have to give up something you love. But in the end, it will be worth it."

You held him for a while, no words spoken between the two of you. You could tell that Loki needed this, he needed to just be around you for a little while longer.

Loki, now knowing what he had to do, just took in the moment for as long as he could. It had been years since he felt you. He memorized every curve of your body, every feeling he had touching you, the way you gently rubbed circles on his shoulder, the way you placed a soft kiss on his forehead every so often.

"Thank you," he finally muttered, sitting up and looking at your eyes again. "I just miss you so much."

"I know, sweetheart," you said. "But look at the life you have without me!"

Loki shook his head with a cynical laugh. "I tried to kill Thor, destroy Jotunheim, then take over Midgard until I was captured and forced into this bureaucracy. I have had no life without you, darling."

You looked at him in disbelief for a moment, trying to figure out what to say to all that. "Well, now you have the chance to make up for all that. Be a hero, my love. What's that thing you always say? Greater purpose?"

He laughed, "Glorious purpose, yes."

"Yeah, that! Do that, sweetheart. I'll love you forever, no matter what happens. You know that."

He nodded and stood up, finally feeling ready to take on his mission. As he rose, he noticed the world around you starting to turn into string. He could not bear seeing you disappear again like he saw all his friends. It would be too much, losing you twice. You looked around in confusion as well.

"What's going on?" you asked with a puzzled look.

"It's no matter. Just look at me," Loki replied. You turned to face him. He smiled, memorizing your face one last time.

"Thank you again, my darling. I love you more than you'll ever know."

You smiled at him one last time.

Somehow, Loki had figured out how to control his time-slipping. He felt it in his veins as he was able to spawn back in the TVA without any excruciating pain or blinding light. He looked around at all of his friends—all the people he met on this journey. He closed his eyes and pictured you, the beautiful you he saw sitting on the bench and reading your book. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and formulated his plan to save the world.

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Ch. 4 - Hope Against Hope {Against All Odds - TVA!Loki x Female Reader Longfic}

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Pairing : TVA!Loki x Female Reader

Summary : After you and Loki do the deed, Loki does a little soul-searching.

W/c : 4.7k words

Content / Warnings : Smut (p-in-v), angst (knife-in-heart), mentions of a future addiction for the reader (nothing specific is mentioned, and no actual use of illicit substances ever takes place), and Loki rifling through all of your stuff. It's fine, though! He has a good reason!

Author's Note : Apologies this is so late! It really, really got away from me, and I was absolutely struggling to get it done. But, it turns out I was just trying to do too much in one chapter, so once I cut it off at what was the halfway point, it became much more manageable. (Major shoutout to @infinitystoner for helping me with that. I love you!) Anyway, happy reading!

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Date : June 26th, 1977 [Sacred Timeline]

Throughout his thousand years of existence, Loki had witnessed a great deal of beautiful things. The golden shine of the palace he’d grown up in was the first; its light reflected brighter than the birth of a newborn star, shining down with a brilliance unrivaled to anything short of divine intervention. 

Every morning, he’d awake in awe of its splendor, and every night, when he laid his head upon his pillow, he’d wonder if anyone else ever noticed the terrible irony of such a gorgeous place containing the harshest of people. 

The exquisite gardens of Asgard had always been his favorite place to be. Carefully tended to and guided by his mother’s loving hand, they contained every species of flower from each of the Nine Realms - meticulously organized by the shade of their petals, and perpetually in bloom thanks to her seidr. 

It was the perfect place for reflection; he had spent many late nights in those gardens, wandering up and down the rows, taking in the sweet aroma of the flowers and pondering his lot in life. And during the worst of Thanos’ many tortures, he’d often imagine he was back there inside Frigga’s gardens - shielded and protected, and lost in majesty instead of in pain. 

And the stunning destruction of the Bifrost would haunt him for the rest of his days. The explosion’s light caught the shards of the Rainbow Bridge and almost blinded him, illuminating nothing but his many failures in the most glorious of ways as he fell into its wake. The Bifrost had faded into golden dust, and clouds of sapphire and ultramarine had swirled together beneath him, and it was so magnificent that he almost forgot about the look of sheer disappointment upon his father’s face. 

But none of those things, not a single one of them, could ever compare to the sight of you coming undone beneath his devoted tongue. 

Loki continued working, his mouth and eyes eagerly taking in the evidence of your pleasure. His hands gripped your waist tight, as if to squeeze out every ounce of it that he could, while his lips and tongue lavished your clit. He’d never tasted something so divine, and he never wanted your pleasure to end. 

You cried out his name like the holiest of prayers, and Loki moaned its accompaniment. He could almost see the light radiating off your skin as your back arched off the bed, and the blood in his veins surged with want as your thighs trembled against his ears. He desperately needed more, to keep you sated and satisfied in euphoria for as long as he could - but he also needed to be careful. 

Because as far as you knew, Loki was just another simple mortal - one that had a job, and a family, and paid taxes. A human man, one that played rugby on the weekends, someone who was going to die in about forty years - when he was actually the furthest from anything that even resembledbanality. 

Ordinarily, in situations like this, Loki’s seidr would be on full display - to set the mood by lighting the fire in the hearth and the candles on the nightstand. To keep the wine flowing in their glasses, and the sheets warm against your bare skin. To remove his clothing in a flash of green light, just so he could bury himself inside you the exact second he wanted to. 

And Gods, how he helplessly wanted to be inside you again. 

Loki hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since the night in the alleyway. It had been feral and hurried, dangerous and reckless, to take you against that wall and in public, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t the best he’d ever had. And it was so foolish of himself to think he could get by with only having you once, and so incredibly selfish to take you again while knowing what he knew about your future…

But even still, Loki’s cock ached underneath his trousers, throbbing in sync with every single beat of his heart. Desire coursed violently throughout his veins, mixing with both heat and adrenaline as he continued ravishing between your legs. He could feel you clenching rhythmically, your fingers tangling in his hair and your hips grinding upwards, and he could never deny you what you wanted. 

You were just past the height of ecstasy when Loki began to crawl up your body, following behind his lips as they worshiped your skin. He kissed his way up your belly, gazing up at your ethereal expression as your head lolled back and forth on the pillow. Aftershocks washed over you, one by one, and your lips parted with desperate breath and pleasured murmurs. It was beautiful, and perfect, and of nothing but sheer divinity. 

Loki kept his gaze locked on your face as he slowly kissed along your ribs, and your feet flexed, pressing into his hips as yours continued writhing. Your fingers curled tighter around his hair, a silent plea to urge him on, and he couldn’t believe that even after all of this, even while completely lost in the throes of ecstasy, you still wanted more of him. 

His initial plan had been to take you as slowly as possible - to savor, and to idolize you. He’d never been wanted like this before, and he didn’t know if this would be the last time he’d get to experience it. A lifetime of neglect had taught him affection was ever fleeting, and he should always relish it whenever it came. What little patience he had was quickly disappearing by the second, soon to be nothing but a distant memory of the time before he was whole again. 

Your eyes stayed closed as his name tumbled from your lips, and Loki knew this was the moment. He kept one hand clutched tight around your hip, and brought the other down to his belt, unbuckling it just enough to make a sound before his seidr dissolved the remaining clothing from his body and transported them to the floor, as if they’d been tossed aside in a hurry. 

He moved upwards again, and when he reached your nipple and pulled it into his mouth, you whimpered in pleasure and dragged your nails across his scalp. A deep groan rumbled in his throat and he began to suck harder, flicking his tongue wildly against the stiffening peak. This time you let out a sharp gasp, and your feet planted on the mattress to arch your back even more and press your hips against something, anything, of his. 

Loki graciously slid his thigh up to soothe the ache between your quivering legs, and you eagerly locked on to it, grinding your swollen clit against his taut muscles. You had been more than wet when he had gone down on you before, but now you were positively drenched with arousal, and Loki loved that about you. He’d never been so hard in his life, precum dripping onto your belly from the head of his glistening cock as the musk of sex filled the room. 

Your head tilted back into the pillow and your thighs trembled violently, supported only by your tiptoes and your upper back as another orgasm ripped through you. Loki cupped your other breast, his thumb circling its nipple as he sucked even harder on the first, trying desperately to hold back his own ecstasy until he was buried deep inside you. 

But that battle was becoming more and more difficult to win, and his equanimity was dissipating with each and every one of your breathless moans and whimpers. Loki moved his hands to carefully guide your feet flat, and then massaged your calves and thighs into relaxing as he carefully pulled his lips away from your nipple. 

As he moved closer, your hands shifted to cling to his neck, his shoulders, his arms. Anything you could read, everything about him that was solid and real. He wanted so badly to assure you that he was, to shout it from the rooftops that he wasn’t just real, that he was - in fact - yours, and that was the only real thing that mattered. 

Loki’s lips were on your collarbone when he finally coaxed your legs into position, relaxed but open for him. You were making unintelligible noises and your body continued trembling, but your hips kept rolling as he slowly settled his weight onto you and pressed his hips against yours. 

“Loki…oh my, God, Loki…” you gasped breathlessly, sliding your hands up along his neck to his hair, to tangle in the mess of matted and sweaty curls against his scalp. 

His breath shuddered as he gazed upon you, eyelids fluttering open and shut, and pupils dilated so wide to take him all in. His lips hovered just a touch above yours, inhaling as you exhaled, leaning in as you pulled him closer. He wasn’t running or cowering away, there was no fleeing or escaping. For the first time since the Tesseract had slid to his feet in the lobby of Stark Tower, Loki was exactly where he wanted to be. 

“Yes, my darling…I’m here, just breathe…” he whispered, dragging his nose along the edge of yours. His voice shifted into a groan as you wrapped your legs around his waist; the soft skin of your thighs burned against him, branding a reminder into his flesh that this was where he belonged, and the soaked heat between your legs beckoned him back home. 

The two of you were as naked as the day you were born - one born on Earth, and one born on Jotunheim. Dark green and satin sheets lay beneath you, twisted and tangled upon your bed. The air inside your room was almost overwhelming, a delicious mixture of heat and musk, and despite the very early morning hour, the city of London still bustled just outside your window, cruelly unaware of the magic that was about to happen above them. 

Your lips met again, and even though the kiss was just as hungry as that night in the alleyway, there was something else now with it - a touch of familiarity, of knowing and acceptance even though it couldn’t really be - not with all the lies he’d been telling, and the truth he’d been withholding. Loki kissed you harder, trying to push those thoughts out of his brain, and you happily reciprocated. 

As you introduced your tongue to the kiss, Loki cupped the back of your skull with one hand, and brought the other between your hips as he began to rock against you, dragging himself against your entrance and teasing you both into oblivion. Neither of you needed any further teasing, but he did it anyway, just to add the final touch of urgency. You whimpered and opened your hips even further, and on the next push, he was inside you again. 

Suddenly, everything made perfect sense as the entire universe opened up before him. Loki let out the hoarsest of groans as he pushed deeper, and your lower back arched even more beneath him. Your fingers curled even tighter around his hair, your lips fell from his to moan his name again, and you were so wet and warm and safe that he felt like nothing could ever hurt him again. 

All he ever wanted was to feel like this, and he slowly pulled himself out, just short of all the way, before sinking himself back inside. Your hips writhed uncontrollably as he did that a few more times, and Loki realized that you also needed the reminder that even if he pulled away or left completely, he would always come back to you. That he would never not be thinking of you, or of this. 

Loki was already ruined before he began thrusting even faster, and there was absolutely nothing that could have ever stopped him. He buried his face against your neck and arched his back more harshly, pulling all the way out before pumping back inside. Your muscles squeezed around him, and your voice was nothing but breathless and incoherent gasps and moans as you took him in over and over again. 

He snaked one arm around your back and the other around your waist as he moved faster, grunting and groaning against your skin as your fingertips scratched at his scalp. His muscles tensed as yours did, and he could tell by the sound of your voice that you were getting close already. His own orgasm was just seconds away, coiling around in his belly, stretching and yearning to break free as he drove himself harder, faster, deeper. 

The tension broke simultaneously, and you cried out together, curling tightly around each other’s bodies, clinging for dear life as you came together. Endorphins and hormones coursed through Loki’s veins as the universe came into being, with stars exploding and dust swirling to form the galaxies and planets and realms that could stretch longer and further than anyone would ever know. 

You clung so tightly to him during it all, as if you could see what he saw, but somehow he was the only thing that mattered. How could that be, that while an entire universe was being born, that the goddess of a mortal underneath could only look up at him? 

Loki didn’t understand it one bit, but he didn’t need to, because all he could feel and see and smell was you. His hips continued rocking, shallower now that he was absolutely spent, and his sighs were heavy in the crook of your neck. He was in total and complete bliss when you let out a choked sob against his ear, and it instantly brought him back to reality. 

“Darling…darling, what’s wrong?” he murmured, kissing your neck and squeezing you tighter. Had he done something wrong? Had he unintentionally hurt you in some way while lost in his own pleasure? 

He could feel you shake your head, even as another sob escaped you. He could feel the tears streaming down your face and coating his own cheek, but your limbs still wrapped harder around him. Slowly, Loki lifted his head even though he was terrified of what he might see upon your face. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, his blurred vision effortlessly obscuring the tangled limbs and sweaty skin you both shared. 

But when your face finally came into view, there was a smile beneath the tears on your cheeks. Your messy hair framed your face like an untidy halo - disconnected from, but still beautiful and fitting for the angel who wore it. Loki would never forget that smile and its tears, so happy and yet so sad all at the same time. 

“I don’t know why, Loki…but I’ll be fine, I promise…” you answered in a voice that was so floating and breathless and light.

He could tell you meant it, and it should have reassured him, but it didn’t. The image of that newspaper from 1983 suddenly flashed before his eyes, and Loki remembered the initial reason he had come home with you last night. 

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Date : June 27th, 1977 [Sacred Timeline]

Loki wasn’t exactly sure what he was searching for, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. 

The sun was just beginning to encroach over the horizon, sending its rays over the city and into the bay windows of your high-rise flat. He padded cautiously into your living room, thankful for the plush white carpets between his toes to mute his exhausted steps. 

There was nothing he wanted more than to slip back into bed with you and sleep the day away, but he had to take this opportunity while he still had the chance. 

Loki could still see you, sleeping soundly in the arms of the duplicate he’d casted so as to not rouse any suspicion while he snooped. It felt so wrong to be doing this now, so soon after the night you’d just shared together, but the guilt of your future was driving him forward, egging him on and eating him away so badly he wouldn’t be able to have another decent rest even if he tried. 

And it was odd, feeling jealous of something he’d conjured to keep you distracted, and in bed. It was, technically-speaking, him…but it wasn’t him- and he was the one who desperately needed the rest. Loki hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since well before Thanos’ capture, since he had lived in the palace on Asgard, and he had no idea when he’d be able to have it again…

Nevertheless, Loki shook his head and rolled it back and forth between his shoulders. His joints popped and cracked as he stretched his arms up over head, extending and pulling and desperately willing his limbs to fully awaken for the task at hand. He opened his eyes wider to take in more light, and he filled his lungs with as much oxygen as he could muster, held it for as long as he could, and released it slowly through his nose. 

If anyone else could see him, they’d say he was stalling. Deception ordinarily came easy to him - Odin had taken advantage of that many times - but this was different; in fact, this was much, much worse. And he knew he wasn’t going to like what he found, but it needed to be seen anyway. He had to know if he was the cause of your future addiction, or if had already started before you’d even met. 

Loki began his search in the kitchen, opening up the cupboards and pantries, quietly sliding items aside so he could see any possible illicit substances hidden in the back. He checked on top of the refrigerator and deep inside the freezer for excessive quantities of alcohol. He even looked through the drawers of silverware and utensils, the mail on top of the counter, the pockets of your coats hung by the front door for something, anything, that hinted at your painful future. 

But he found nothing, just like he was afraid of. And it wasn’t because he wanted you to have an addiction, to be suffering silently and hiding your pain away from the world - he didn’t want that to happen to you at all, ever. But the more he searched, the more it became apparent that he would be the eventual cause of it. 

And if he did manage to find something, he could offer you the help you needed. He could take care of you, instead of hurting you. He could be of use for something good, instead of the destruction he normally was. 

From the kitchen, he returned to the living room, shoving his hands between the couch cushions and underneath the sofas. He flipped through the magazines stacked on the coffee table, and pulled the books off the bookshelves. All the while, trying so hard not to think about how he was going to eventually make addiction a reality for you. 

Loki could tell you were eager to learn more about him, to know him more than just as a man who kept you company at night, and it was getting harder to dodge your questions. He knew you would have more when you awoke, and it wasn’t that you didn’t deserve to hear the answers, because of course you did. You deserved everything happy and safe and beautiful there could ever be, and Loki truly wanted to be the one to give all of that to you. 

But Loki didn’t know what to tell you, because that had never been the truth of his reality. So what was he supposed to tell you? That he was the monster that parents told their children about at night? 

That he’s an alien being from another realm, who could travel through time and space? That there were different versions of every single person living within multiple universes, and that in 35 years his past self would try to lead an alien army to violently take over New York City? 

At best, you wouldn’t believe him at all, and at worse, you’d absolutely hate him for it…even if doing that is exactly what brought him to you in the first place. 

After the last book was slid back into place, Loki sighed and turned his attention to the living room as a whole. Everything was clean and organized, everything had a specific place to be and was already there, and absolutely nothing was amiss. Nothing and everything was wrong, all at the same time, and the realization almost brought him to his knees. 

Loki was going to ruin your life eventually; the only question now was how he was going to do it, and when he was going to hammer that final nail inside your coffin. Was it going to be as soon as you woke up? Was it going to be because he finally told you the truth? 

His fingers pressed into his eye sockets as he collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing away furiously as he pondered his options. Truthfully speaking, how much time did you two have left together? The Loom was still on the verge of total destruction back at the TVA; his friends were back there right now, working tirelessly on a solution while he selfishly snuck away to see you again. To coddle his own emotions and guilt, when none of that would matter if they were unable to save the timelines at all. 

And what was he supposed to do if they managed to prevent the Loom’s destruction? Keep sneaking away to come see you like a long-distance lover? Make up a pretend job for himself, never tell you the truth, and force you to perpetually linger in the liminal space between his crafted persona and who he actually was? 

Not even he could keep a lie that massive forever. You would eventually discover the truth, or perhaps you would realize that there even was a truth different from the one he was selling you. Maybe what the truth was actually didn’t matter; maybe what mattered was that you couldn’t keep living a lie, and that was all it took to break you. 

Loki leaned forward on the sofa, his elbows digging into his knees while dragging his fingertips down his cheeks and over his mouth. His palms pressed together in a silent prayer as his eyes roamed over the room. His eyes filled with tears as he realized this would have to be the last time he ever looked upon it. He would have to leave you, before either of you fell too hard - and maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to save you more than it would destroy him. 

His expression was solemn as he stood back up from the sofa. He hoped he’d been overthinking your expression in the alleyway a week ago, in the club the night before, in your bed as you’d come together. His heart broke as he prayed that you didn’t actually care about him as much as he already cared about you, that this would actually be easy for you. That you still had the strength to pick up the pieces and carry on with your life. 

As Loki turned to leave the living room, to start the long journey back to your bedroom and kiss you goodbye, his eyes caught the painting above your dining room table. His frown shifted into a smile, although his eyes were as distraught and disillusioned as ever. He stepped closer and pressed his fingertips across the frame, thinking about all the stories this single painting told. 

You were so unbelievably talented; every brush stroke had been as carefully placed as the belongings inside your flat. How he wished he could see this tree that you loved so much, and how he longed to feel the same kind of permanent comfort that it seemed to bring you even now. He’d never felt such everlasting solace in his entire life, and he’d even happily settle for being able to provide that kind of love for you some day. 

But it just wasn’t meant to be. And for now, all Loki could hope for was that your father or your friends could help you still move on. 

He reluctantly pulled away and returned down the hallway, training his eyes straight ahead to avoid the beautiful and happy photographs plastered all over the walls. He tried desperately not to look at the candelabrum on the narrow bookshelf. But of course, the morning light caught it, reflecting off the polished brass and right into his anguished gaze. 

Loki couldn’t help but pause in front of it, right outside the doorway to your bedroom. He could hear you breathing in your bed, slowly and peacefully, in the arms of his duplicate. You were so close, and yet so far, because he couldn’t tear himself away from the hall and its haunted reminder of his past life. 

He’d seen that candelabrum before, but he didn’t know how it had found its way here. Surely, it had to be a coincidence, right? That the asymmetrically curved pieces swung upright to form the horns of the golden headpiece he used to wear before the TVA had taken him away? 

Devil’s horns, the enemies of Asgard used to call them. The Dökkláfar of Alfheim had considered them omens of death, but it wasn’t in the same way they had feared Odin’s power, or his brother’s hammer. Those items could always be seen before striking down their enemies; their power was out in the open, demanding to be witnessed, and punishing for their disobedience to the throne. 

But by the time an enemy ever saw Loki’s horns, it was already too late. The damage was already done, secretly in the shadows and hidden upon layers and layers of deceptions and lies. His enemies were already dead by the time Loki finally revealed himself and his Devil’s horns, and their last few seconds were usually spent wondering which trick it was that struck the final blow. 

So what were they doing here, in this young woman’s flat? In London, in 1977, where he’d never been before and surely would never return to again? Surely there was no way you knew what they actually represented. No, it had to just be an unhappy coincidence. 

Back on Asgard, Loki had been repeatedly regulated to operating within the shadows. In his younger years, he had believed it was simply because that was where he excelled. But then he knew better; he knew that Odin had kept him in the shadows intentionally, that he was fit to exist in the light. And now, he was being forced to recede into the shadows yet again, to be nothing but a hopefully wistful and fond memory of yours. 

He had only just found you. He had only just come to know the caring touch of peace, and already he was having to give it back up. 

Another tear rolled down Loki’s cheek, and he quickly wiped it away. He let out a sharp breath, steeled his jaw, and stepped back inside your bedroom, not at all ready to do the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. 

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kevin khatchadourian x female reader timeline of relationship

(actually, a story I am too lazy to write, but which is just clear and palpable in my head)

• you meet him three times

warnings: violence, manipulation, underage relationships (no grooming), mentions of dissecting frogs, abuse (duh), toxic relationship, unpleasant and traumatic first sex, the OC is kinda very, very human and stupid, exactly as a fifteen year old girl should be. School shooting obv. Also, it's ve-e-ery long, but I'm really not in the mood of writing a book here, so, it's just bullet points. Sorry.

author's note: yes! I watched We need to talk about Kevin around 2014, actually. It seems, considering the nature of this whole blog, I've always had the hots for the worst kind of guys. Enjoy my sublimation!

it was so long I had to divide it into two parts. second part

• you're at the same school, and Kevin is closed, brooding and completely antisocial. You constantly see him smile when there's a fight. He never participates in scuffles but seems to observe people; the other half of the time, he just doesn't care about his surrounding at all. Seemingly

• you've been raised to sympathize with the outcasts, reading all the right books and youself, not being the most popular, the smartest or the most beautiful

• at the biology class, you flat out refuse to dissect a frog. You can't stand the sight of dead animals, to say nothing about cutting them with a freaking knife. You close your eyes and shake your head aggressively, while the teacher is getting angry with your childish stubborness

• until you feel that someone is standing next to you. Kevin says 'she doesn't want to cut the frog' assertively, and takes it to his desk. He doesn't look at you a second, but it feels like a momentary salvation

• you're thinking of thanking him; that seems like a nice thing considering he's never talking to people, and always having lunch alone. He has this loner allure, the misunderstood poet, the lone wolf, if you will. You're fifteen.

• your friends tell you 'are you nuts? he's the cat in the bag'

• there are all kinds of rumors about Kevin; about strangling someone as a joke, and swearing, and watching gore.

• "I didn't do it for you", he smiles, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you misunderstood the incident so badly that it's funny and totally makes you look like an idiot. "I just like to dissect frogs". But he looks at you so intensely that it tells you something more.

• he never goes to PE

• Kevin is bullied from time to time; he doesn't really react to it, like the other children don't even exist. He never replies to nasty remarks, but just watches them, head tilted forward, like a dog ready to bite.

• you wonder why nobody else is worried about this gaze.

• sometimes you catch him watching you during classes as if he's contemplating something. You think yourself some kind of sacred redeemer, not less. You don't look away, you don't realize you're getting yourself into a swamp. You're fifteen

• at one occasion you tell Kevin he doesn't need to be alone all the time, and there are nice people at school who would accept him

• he just grins at everything you say

• the same guy who bullies Kevin the most acrtively, or is trying to, steals your folder containing some notes, your journal and you photo album. He doesn't admit it but laughs in a way that makes it clear

• you go to the teacher, to the principal, but the conversations do nothing to that guy. He's just a bully, just a dumb jock who has very little thought behind his forehead. You're worried; he might not know, but your personal diary is in that folder.

• you confront him with the fists swaying, to no avail

• the next morning, Kevin walks by your desk and throws the folder, complete with everything, in front of you. You watch his back, wondering when he had got it, and whether he had read your diary. One of the entires was about him, and it was embarrassing.

• "he's tall; taller than the other boys. His face is like milk, but he has this pitch-black hair and vampire stare thing going on. He is always quiet, just watches people. He's reeeeeally good-looking, but damn, Khatchadourian might just be nuts like people say"

• your friends wisely advise you not to get involved with him, but you feel so special all of a sudden

• you start fantasizing about being the only girl at school who managed to get through to him

• as you talk, he notices your desire to be special, and uses it. He observes you with your friends, focuses his laser attention on your grades, tries to get into what makes up your world.

• soon, he manages to make you feel like you really are the one person he reacts to. It is incredibly funny to him. He deems you fuckable.

• he's attacking someone in the yard. The guys from the parallel were getting the best out of Kevin, and rightfully so. This time he's had enough. When it's just talking, he didn't care, but physical assault, he couldn't tolerate, because that was crossing his personal borders. So, when one of the boys tried to steal his backpack, Kevin took out a razor he carried with him

• you try to stop the fight and get in between them just in time to shield the other boy, and Kevin slices your arm across

• the boys run away horrified, and Kevin just stands there, disappointed and dark.

• he evaluates the situation, sees that the cut is pretty deep, and watches the gushes of blood leaving your arm. The first seconds you're silent with shock; then it dies down, and you start feeling pain and yelp.

• he cuts off a piece of his shirt and bandages your arm tightly, saying nothing, just lasers you with his glance. The sight of this wound on you, not unlike his own scar, even in the same spot, accidentally. He finds it curious, invigorating. He watches the expression of physical pain on your face and brings you to the medic's office, saying "I sliced her". It feels good to say that.

• there's a conversation at the principal office. You're quiet, he's almost pleased with himself. His excuse is, I was going for another person ¯_(ツ)_/¯

• he gets away with it. You notice his dad dotes on him, and is absolutely blind to anything Kevin does. He buys the legend of 'I brought it for biology class, because I'm used to working with my own instruments' so easily it's astonishing.

• you don't speak for a while, and Kevin doesn't say sorry. He doesn't look guilty and is equally unimpressed that other students start to avoid him even more

• but his presence is like an oil stain, you can't avoid looking. You want to get to the bottom of him, you actively put yourself in this situation. You're fifteen, edgy, you have a crush on the sexy strange bad guy.

• you catch him after classes and tell him, whatever you're feeling, you don't have to. There are good people, that are worthy of your time. You don't mean yourself, but you're trying to make him defrost a little

• for some reason, the topic of feelings triggers him, and he does the thing he would repeat several times. He gets angry, standing right in your face, hovering over with his height. He puts his face as close as possible to yours and tries to make you pee yourself.

• "how the fuck would you know how I feel? What do you know about how I feel? Tell me, how can a person like you know anything about me?"

• he doesn't apologize for slicing you because he knows he didn't mean it, hense, there's no reason to say sorry. But he sees the prospect of playing with you, and he's so bored. So, he thinks about what a normal person would do in his place. ?

• once, you go to your locker and inside, find a little bunch of field flowers, neatly tied together with a yellow thread. No note, but somehow you have ideas what it means.

• you go on to a party in one of your classmates' house. You still rock a tight bandage on your arm. The party is good. You see Kevin and he looks at you like he wants to talk. You think, this is just like one of those vampire stories. You evade your watchful friends who think you dumb for playing a heroine from the Vampire Diaries. You need to grow up, they say

• you go outside in the terrace and sit down. You drink and ask why Kevin isn't drinking

• "I never drink. It dulls the concentration"

• you tell him that what he said sounds like 'I'm not like all of you idiots'. He confirms that's the gist of most of what he says. You ask if he considers you dumb, too. Biting his tongue, he avoids replying, saying that you're 'nice'

• you keep drinking, feeling the need to master up some bravery in his presence. For what, you don't know. Finally you ask him about how he feels, since he got so angry when you assumed

• surprisingly, Kevin says,

• "angry, bored most of the time. I guess it makes me angry how boring everything is. And dumb. Sitting there at school for six hours every day to do what exactly? It's like torture"

• it's a good thing he found a toy to play with.

• he tells you about his mother, and how she broke his arm when he was little, for shitting himself, on purpose. You talk about mums, and fathers, and how you don't have a very good relationship with your parents. Kevin finds it very interesting. You tell him how your mum mostly ignores your existence because she's more preoccupied with the shattering marriage with your dad, and your dad, finds you annoying and 'too girly'. He tells you about his little sister who is so annoying, and she constantly jumps around him and nags on him. You try to explain that a little girl sees that her brother is big, and strong, and pretty, and is forming a bond. He gives one of the worst performances, but it grills you

• "Pretty?" with a suggesting smile.

• you kiss, mostly because you're drunk, and you both think about each other's background.

• you think how tragic it is, that a boy like Kevin doesn't get the love from the person a child needs the most. Think about his mum, imagine her looking at baby Kevin with hatred and disgust. No wonder he is growing up to be this unapologetic, menacing, edgy guy who brings razor to school and takes it out on others.

• you're partially wrong

• Kevin thinks about how you have daddy issues and feel unloved, unneeded, mediocre

• although everybody at school knows that Kevin Khatchadourian had cut your arm in a violent fashion, the literature teacher pairs you for a half-year assignment. You're supposed to prepare a one-hundred pages analysis of the book of your choice, complete with the presentation.

• you're actually down to such tasks as you can ramble about your favorite books for ages, but you're not sure how it'll work out with Kevin. Casual friendship, if you can call it that, is strange and non-regular; sometimes he ignores you completely in the corridors, sometimes he starts talking about history, and awful things like Unit 731, out of nowhere.

• the first time you assembled to work on the paper was at the library, and it was pretty uneventuful; even boring a little. Kevin was not in the mood, and didn't talk much, and then, after an hour and a half said he was bored, and just left.

• you remembered the kiss from the party, but Kevin acted like nothing happened. Every time, though, when you almost decided he had played you, it was like he read your thoughts, and appeared to reinforce hope in you.

• he suggested you should go to his house at the weekend, and spend the day working on the paper. His family will be away as they usually do, so

• a gut feeling told you not to go, and you really listened to it, refusing the offer. Kevin smiled with his special smile that was like blood and honey, that was very difficult to resist

• "you think I'll do something awful to you?" "Will you?"

• he had a habit of speaking more with his eyes than with his mouth. One of the reasons you were so drawn to him was, he seemed adult, on the inside. Sometimes he said things you didn't expect to hear from a fifteen-year old.

• "Only if you ask".

• you skipped this weekend, and Kevin refused to go to the library, saying he had some things to do after school. But you were free to work on the project alone, of course.

• after a week more you caved in and agreed to go to his place. The whole week he was being uncharacteristically neat, friendly and pleasant. You saw him smile at teachers and even say hi to someone from class. You wondered if he had other friends you didn't know about.

• Kevin had a massive, cool home. Both his parents were rich, but you wouldn't tell it by looking at him act. You were amazed at the interior: artsy, light, with interesting living room and shapes on the walls. Kevin was bored, unimpressed by your interest. He was slacking, stretching time not to get to work that was clearly dull to him; he showed you the bathroom, and his parents bedroom (which made you uncomfortable). As he went downstairs to make tea that he almost forced you to have, you washed your hands in the bathroom on the second floor. Going down towards the stairs, you passed his room with the door open. A song you liked very much played on his computer. You wondered.

• on the wall, you saw the picture of the family. Kevin was smiling like the happiest boy ever, and it looked like a person from another world. His parents, blonde and dark-haired, were so different. The dad, whom Kevin described as 'the dumbest creature I've met', smiled carelessly, totally satisfied with the day. His mom, on the other hand, looked exhausted. The deep dark eyes, like Kevin's, didn't have half of demonic suggestion in them, but she looked weary. She smiled like a person who was wise, and had a death wish. His little sister 'that perfect little princess who never does anything wrong', whom Kevin clearly had very mixed feelings about, had only one eye.

• while having tea in the kitchen, you asked him about his sister.

• "Oh, yeah, it happened a while ago. She poured solvent into her own eye. Mum left the bottle on the table in the open". "Why would she do that?" you were horrified, painting a picture in your head. "Well, kids are dumb", he said so nonchalantly that it sent shivers down your spine. You could understand not liking a younger, more adored sibling, but talking about how they got a disability in such an unaffected way...

• Kevin added "I was there, with her. I called the ambulance. It was go-o-ory". And he smiled.

• you had the intention of working in the living room - light, spacious, with a broad sofa and a huge coffee table. Kevin insisted that he needed to work on his laptop and it was uncomfortable to bend over the little table. You needed to go to his bedroom. Eventually, you agreed, so now, you were sitting elbow to elbow at his desk, so close that you could feel the warmth of his body.

• the first thing you noticed about his room was how minimalistic and boring it was. Nothing on the walls, clean, tidy, impersonal. The only thing on display was a wooden bow, placed against the wall, and a stack of red-feathered arrows, beautiful, hanging above.

• "Wow, do you do archery?" He was unphased, like it was a totally usual hobby. "Yeah". Whatever tickles the rich people's bum, you thought.

• Fifteen minutes into project your phone lit up. Kevin asked who's messaging you and you said it was your common classmate, Paul, who is your good friend. Kevin knew your - your common - surrounding, so he knew that Paul was a good guy, and a good friend, and also had an innocent teenage crush on you.

• "Let me see", he grabbed the phone from your hand and stretched out his arm so that you wouldn't reach. It turned into a game. You both laughed, and giggled, as you tried to get to your phone. It was half-serious, playful 'hey, don't be a jerk!' and him, watching you reach for the phone helplessly. He then threw it on his bed and, as you raced after it, gave you a little push, and you fell.

• Kevin managed to create that feeling of comfort. As he landed next to you on his bed, he pretended not to see your unease. "Come on, let me see. You know I'm nosy". You sighed, deciding that there was nothing incriminating in messages between two friends. After all, there was nothing but memes and schedule discussion in your chat. Kevin scrolled it, giggling, discussing other classmates, and soon, you were snuggled against each other, talking about everything. You showed him your gallery on the phone and he grilled you for the insane amount of pictures of Damon Salvatore.

• "Come on. Come on now, you know they manufacture those dreamy characters specifically with the accordance to the desirable image for teenage girls. They cater specifically to you, and you buy it".

• "I know! But you haven't watched it".

• A long silence with growing smiles on both sides decided the destiny of that evening. You watched the show together, bonding, discussing, talking about how stupid everything is, and how the vampiric lore cannot possibly be depicted perfectly in any movie you've seen.

• he felt so normal, so human, so warm, that you were drunk on love. You felt safe, entertained, enfatuated. You thought to yourself that maybe, this whole thing about Kevin being different, and dangerous, was a front. After all, he had to protect himself, he hadn't gotten any love at home, and he didn't really know how to act around people. You felt appreciated, understood, wholesome.

• it was already dark when you've finished watching the sixth episode, and you were both a little sleepy. As the episode was over, the screen got darker, and you realized that there was barely any light. Kevin was silent beside you; you heard him breathe calmly, but you could tell he's looking at you. Like a snake aiming for your throat and waiting for the right moment.

• as you were about to say something to discharge the situation, your phone rang. It was your mum, checking on you, and you confessed you hadn't gone through with the paper at all. You explained how boring it was, and that the whole day, you drank tea, or talked, or watched the show. She laughed at it and told you not to stay the night. Maybe she did love you after all.

• "My mum", you explained, as the light from the phone died out, as well. "She's worried about you?" "Just checking". "Checking what?" You didn't find what to say here. "Doesn't your mum check on you when you're late and not home?" "No. Usually, I'm the threat".

• somehow, you were kissing. It felt exhilarating. Scary, amazing and fast. You didn't notice how twenty minutes have gone buy, completely taken by the intensity of it. I'm in his bed, you thought, and he's kissing me. The prettiest boy in school, and the most interesting. The rest were boring, you thought, and realized, this thing you had in common. You thought majority of people, even some of your friends, boring. Kevin was the only one who made you look.

• as he went for your thighs, you shivered. "I'm not ready". "Ready for what?" he asked, jokingly. Constantly dismissing your words, as if he always wanted you to speak clearly and not mumble behind the metaphors. "I'm scared, I'm a virgin". Kevin gave you a long look. "Who hurt you?" he immediately assumed there was some dark reason for your fright. Reality was, "Nobody. I'm fifteen, I'm afraid".

• you made him promise he won't force you to anything. Even the fact that you had to make him give you his word should've been a sign. Kissing him, and making out, was the best thing that happened to you the whole year though.

• Paul was strangely cold, even rude to you the last days. Every time you tried to bring up something funny to him, he dismissed you and made himself scarce almost instantly. You could feel, although Kevin didn't openly follow you, that he watched you, like before. Sometimes you had the urge to ask him the banal 'what are we?'

• you approached him in between classes to ask what he's done to Paul.

• he wouldn't tell you 'I confronted him in the bathroom and put my razor right to his throat, making him understand who you belong to; I pushed it so hard it actually left a mark on his Adam's apple. Must have hurt. He looked like a scared puppy. I told him not to text you anymore and not to look in your direction. He ran so fast you could tell he would be a great cast for the Flash'

• he said, "Oh, I spoke to him. You were clearly annoyed by his advances, or was I wrong?" You were annoyed when you talked about it at his place. You lamented your friendship and said you found it irritateing that every guy you were actively friends with, started to fall for you.

• you didn't believe he just 'spoke' to him. You tried to call for the good in him again, but when it didn't work, decided to threat.

• "Don't do the things you'll regret later, Kevin". You tried to walk away, but he put himself between you and the whole world, hovering again, his face as close as possible. His eyes, the eyes of a snake, cold, black, menacing, asked you.

• "What things?" "You know what I'm talking about". "No, I don't. Say it". He dared you. You wanted to say 'violent things'. You remembered his face, full of cold rage, as he swung the razor at that guy in the yard. You looked at his face now, changed from the peaceful everyday mask he always wore, and suddenly it hit you. He was psychopathic. There was no other way he would be so unaffected by things, then jumping into sudden fury, then pleasant and sociable the next moment. He could stand like this for hours, it seemed, burning you down with his trying stare as if he was forcing you to show what you're worth.

• your friend broke this intense exchange by exclaiming, "wow. Get a room?" her voice was casually laughing, like, ha-ha, I'm mocking a PDA. But when you looked at her, her face was expressing concern. Her eyes didn't laugh and were fixed on you. Kevin slowly focused on her with a slight smile and then walked away, saying nothing.

• he stalked you, although you didn't know about it. Listened to your conversations, hiding in the bathroom, and stole your phone for a lesson, and then returned it into your tote bag, making you think you're absent-minded. You were entertainment to him, a goal to reach, with no prizes. He was deciding what to do with you after, in spring.

• the other weekend that you spent working on paper, the Khatchadourian house was full. The previous one, his mum and his sister were away in the countryside, and his dad worked. Now the whole family was at home, and Kevin wasn't really happy.

• his mom was excessively happy to see you, shaking your hand, and giving you a motherly hug. You read in her face that she was glad that her son was socialising.

• his dad was a big booming guy with the lumberjack energy.

• his little sister was a little angel: silky pearl hair, nice little face, only one eye. She was airy, happy, unspoiled. She was everything Kevin wasn't. He stood at the top of the stairs as his stunningly normal family swarmed you. His sister was looking at you curiously, considering the new concept: his brother's friend. She has never encountered that before. You took her little hand and something horrible stung your temples, almost like a vision. Kevin smiling with his absent, self-pleasing smile as she was on the kitchen floor, her eye bubbling, sizzling, blood and goo coming out.

• Kevin lost his patience and ran downstairs, took your hand and led you away from them, giving his mum a certain look. He refused to be served lemonade, and snacks, he just wanted to be left alone with you.

• as you entered the room, he locked the door, and you started making out immediately. The thought of his parents at home made him almost blind with excitement.

• you collapsed on the bed, kissing, rubbing against each other, panting. You were very wet, for the first time in your life for a real person. It was exalting, to desire something so much and get it immediately, to be desired back.

• he caresses the scar on your arm and kisses it. You take it as his way to finally say sorry.

• you don't know that he's never felt sorry, for anything, in his life. That he's calculating, cold, that he is only happy when it's physical satisfaction because all other is imitation. He's like a robot and he feels like a robot. To try to feel something, he used to watch the hardest porn he could find, the trashiest, goriest movies, he watched the nsfw news where the pieces of humans, chunks of meat and bones, were shown; he went to the dark web and watched snuff, and it made him feel nothing. The closest to happiness he felt when he was mildly entertained or cumming; and you were entertaining, for all the possible things he could do to you; and you almost let him cum.

• but you weren't ready for sex yet and, remembering the word he had given to you, he backed up. Building the tension was good for the eventual climax, and he would break you, he knew that, by the way you whimpered when he rubbed against you and kissed your neck.

• you finally had sex at the party once. Closer to spring, when the spirits were lifted. You snuck away from your friends who have half-way accepted that you were spending time with Kevin. You went upstairs and locked yourselves in someone's bedroom; you had been drinking for bravery because you knew what was coming. You wanted it, but you didn't know what to expect; maybe Kevin had a dragon in his pants for all you knew.

• he wasn't soft, but he was cutting the pain short. He made you feel hurt and kissed you tenderly the next second not to let you retaliate. At first, you just had to whitstand the pain, thinking it was normal. That's how it happens for the first time: the feeling of something tearing, and blood, and razor sharp pain. You were very aroused and very drunk, so even the pain ceased soon, and it was actually almost good.

• you went to the bathroom to clean yourself and cried, you didn't know why. Not like you now were a different person. You emerged, talking about the sad state of your makeup, and the room was empty.

• Kevin was downstairs chatting with a girl you didn't know, and when you tugged on his sleeve, he gave you a blind look, like he was seeing you for the first time. He was done with you, the look said. He didn't even smile anymore; he just looked tired, like you intervened in a mildly entertaining experience.

• for the rest of the month you were crushed. You didn't talk about it with friends: in fact, you lied to them that you had an argument with Kevin and never had sex. You were so ashamed to be a victim of such a simple, banal, everyday scam. You were now seeing him for what he was. Just a guy with the looks who was bored.

• you completely forgot about the project, it just came to a halt by itself

• you started alienating yourself from your friends, which wasn't too hard

• you started having lunch alone, and going to classes alone, too.

• you spent a lot of time thinking about the damn dress you wore at a party, as if it was the root of all evil that happened

• you were wallowing in the feeling of betrayal, the impotent desire to crash his face with a hammer. You were brokenhearted, being dragged down from the heavens of being special right to the pits of being played.

• after weeks of mourning your naivity, and your pure feelings for him, your past wish to awaken something good in Kevin, you felt so idiotic, perhaps even more idiotic than the stupidest person in this school. You were a laughing stock for your own self. Your pride was crushed, and your heart was broken.

• eventually you thought, well, it's schooltime. A lot of girls experience this. Maybe in fifteen years' time it will all seem like a minor failure and a useful lesson.

• right? In fifteen years?

• in the beginning of May, Kevin suddenly sat at your table at the closing of lunch. After weeks of literally no communication, dismissive, slightly surprised glances when you happened to be in his eye sight spot, he suddenly reappeared.

• "You didn't tell your friends even? Will you let me get away with it after all?"

• you looked at his face drawn with curiosity and laughter. He was laughing at you. His boyish, demonic beauty was now poisoned with the ugliness of his insides. Earlier, he was like a rare animal from the northern mountains, that was so evasive it seemed like treasure. He was mysterious, impeccable. Too good for you. Now, it was the handsomness of a used mannequin, with the paint faded. Too much blood in the smile.

• "What do you want, Kevin?"

• it's been moments after a short exchange that you felt rage in you. The rage you've been fostering this whole month. You stood up from the table and swung your arm with enthusiasm, and then landed your closed fist on his cheekbone.

• Kevin's reaction was slow, horrifying. In his eyes, you saw the immediate danger to your whole life. He didn't say anything as he rose from the chair, and you noticed his eyes scanning the yard. What if someone witnessed the punch?

• you tried to hit him again, on the shoulder, but he caught your hand, and suddenly, crushing pain sliced through your wrist. He was much stronger than you.

• this time, he approached you so decisively that for a second your only instinct was to fly, but your hand was caught up in his fist. Really, you got scared of him.

• "Never do that again", he said, as his hand took you by the back of your neck. He tilted your head back to look straight into your face, and all the possible trauma made you see the allure again. Yes, he was still laughably attractive, without even trying. He was just a walking trap, and all of your good intentions for him had just been horny.

• "Or I will snap your neck and forget about you in a second".

• the punch was good; a scarlett spot was forming on the side of his face. You were afraid to move because you could feel your wrist on the point of breaking. Such sharp pain, the third time in nine months, and the source of it, again, was Kevin.

• "Say you're sorry"

• "I'm sorry", you whimpered, "that you're such a monster who's unable to love, Kevin".

• you got ready to deal with the broken wrist and closed your eyes, expecting anything. He let go of you. "Love is a big word for you".

• you didn't know how jealous he was of Damon Salvatore.

• as the school year was drawing to an end, the school team started rehearsing

• the rehearsals were always fun; although you never even thought of getting into the cheerleaders, and you had exactly the amount of interest in basketball to understand what's going on.

• it was fun because the team consisted of all the people you knew; there was a lot of students you had good relationship with; the cheerleaders were all very easy going girls, and beautiful, at that. It wasn't like in the Mean Girls.

• and the spectators always brought pizza, or some snacks, to entertain themselves during the long, repetitive rehearsals. You liked to visit them because it was better than hanging out at home with your dysfunctional family.

• the last rehearsals were held in the evening of the 8th of April.

• as you sat there, you vaguely remembered, randomly, that it was to be Kevin's birthday soon; maybe in a week, or less. You pretended not to care, pretended to yourself.

• closer to the end of rehearsal, as people started leaving, your best friend, the one who was concerned about Kevin and even put herself in the position between you, said that her boyfriend had messaged her. She had to leave. You said goodbye and decided to wait for the end. Looking at the girls was mesmerizing; the way they did the combinations and screamed the chants. You thought it was very cool to be a cheerleader; but you weren't tall, or nimble, or beautiful enough.

• the main door was locked from the outside; probably the strings have gone bad again, and the entrance has been deemed a no go. So, your friend circled around the hall a little, tugging the doors with surprise. Finally, she found one working exit and left. As she was leaving, Khatchadourian walked into her, or rather, they ran into each other.

• "Leaving already?" he asked, with a smile. She said nothing and walked away.

• Kevin locked the door behind her. She turned around, puzzled, because her brain hadn't registered at once that Kevin was carrying a stack of arrows with him.

• As he started shooting his classmates, the swarm of people was lifted up, like an avalanche, and started making it for the entrance. The doors were locked. He repositioned, climbing up the spectator's rows, and finally had the perfect spot. From above, in the bunch of people, he saw you.

• you wondered, as all the noise left your brain, and the pale circles started pulsating in your eyes, why you didn't know earlier.

• in the moments he was swinging for someone's throat, or when he was threatening you, or when his face dropped the smile by the snap of the fingers. How do you even foresee something like that?

• you watched his face, a grimace of hatred, not indifferent anymore. He was aiming with his bare teeth, wallowing in every cry of the people he shot; the sound of arrows was almost comforting, whistling around like a seagull that passes over you quietly. Among the roar of the hall, the sound of arrows was so calming and so loud.

• you tried to group yourself, to make yourself smaller, because there were actually very few people left; seven or nine, in fact. But there was nowhere to run. Macey Walken, who ran for the side entrance, got a scarlet arrow into her back, and fell suddenly as if something pulled her. You looked at the floor, into a pool of someone's blood. Kevin was walking down carefully, between the seats, sending the arrows with accurate aim. He didn't even look like a human anymore; it was hard to describe him.

• he neutralized the three teachers first, then went for the students. Paul died in the other side of the hall in his purple and gold uniform. The cheerleader girls were running in circles, in zigzags, clearly entertaining him, moving targets. Kevin now almost approached the last group of five people, where you sat on the floor, numb with scream that never left your mouth, your legs paralyzed completely. He was killing you all one by one, from left to right. Ben, Mary, Meredith. Finally, the bow and arrow were turned towards you, mechanically.

• Kevin pulled the string and then relaxed it, keeping the arrow to himself, and moved on.

• you did manage to become the special girl after all.

#ezra miller imagine #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian imagine

[goattypegirl]

Strictly speaking, the Vahi should have never existed. While drafting safeguards for the Great Spirit Robot, a small group of Great Beings proposed a ridiculous idea. At this point, manipulating physical space was trivial. Why not try their hands at altering time? A conditional, localized chronal knot, a way to turn back the clock, for the absolute worst case scenarios.

Just ridiculous, really. Crafting the mask for the Ignition failsafe already pushed the boundaries of the Great Being's abilities, and resulted in the loss of one of their own. The actual forging of the mask could theoretically- theoretically- be done by a construct within the GSR, but it would still require a metatemporal intelligence which could detect critical threats to the GSR, and then somehow bring about its own creation and subsequent non-creation. "Metatemporal intelligence". Ridiculous. How could they even create one? The plan was doomed from the start.

Unless, they found one that already existed.

Unless, they found one that always existed.

They said it was Destiny. Though, the more apt term would be Predestination.

Within the Matoran universe, great importance was placed on the study and recording of history. Matoran long term memories only extend a few hundred years back, and stress or trauma can induce amnesia. Ways of recording history were vital to communities, such as archives, libraries, and of course, Chroniclers. History was even considered sacred; Destiny was said to be history that hasn't happened yet. It is no wonder that Time was named a legendary element.

The Mask of Time was a common myth amongst mask makers, a white whale. Ambitious upstarts and experienced masters have all tried their hand at it, though few ever go further than a few sketched drafts. But, everyone seemed to know a guy who knew a guy who got really really close, they promise.

Chroniclers have noted that stories about the Mask of Time and attempts to make it seem to coincide with periods of upheaval, such as the conquest of the Six Kingdoms, or the Metru Civil War and Great Disruption. An interesting coincidence. Some point to political and socioeconomic factors, others to Destiny.

Though, the more apt term would be Predestination.

It is unknown, unknowable, how many times the Vahi has been forged, how many times it had been weilded, how many times the clock has turned back. It is unknown, unknowable, how many times Vakama has forged the Vahi, how many times he weilded it, and how many times he turned back the clock.

What is known is that, strictly speaking, the Vahi should not exist. The Great Cataclysm should have never happened. The Vahi should have prevented it, and its own creation. However, the fact that the GSR did not burn in Aqua Magna's atmosphere, nor destroy the planetoid itself, nor lead to a total extinction event within the GSR, points to the Vahi working as intended.

The team who initially proposed the Vahi are... unavailable to be consulted. The remaining Great Beings on post-reformstion Spherus Magna are left wondering. Why did the GSR still crash? Why has the timeline not been rewritten? Why is the Vahi still physically on the planet?

What do you mean the Vahi is still physically on the planet?

#bionicle #my writing

[howyouloveyourdragon]

alpha rhaenyra and omega aegon (platonic) headcanons. she along with daemon come back to the keep and find they need to protect aegon and possibly the other kids from otto and alicent if she won't listen. I imagine people like otto would not be okay with any of the boys being omega as it possibly lessens their claim so would be angry. (really fluffy but little angsty). possibly ends up with Jace or someone else if you want to put in romance.

thank you evattude my love for this request! it was very fun to explore :) i strayed a little bit because i wasn't entirely sure which timeline to go with so i hope that that is okay! i added some fluffy jace romance at the end because come on i can't ignore that boy, im sorry if i have not quite integrated a/b/o dynamics as well as you want, it has been awhile since i wrote for that universe so im a bit rusty <3

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all her life, Rhaenyra has been made to feel lesser than for her gender; by Otto, the men at court, possible intendeds, everyone

so when aegon is born she resents him

he will be everything that she was not for her father and she cannot ignore that

but everything changes when she presents for the first time, every feeling is heightened

she can feel the power rushing through her veins, the strength, everything is going to change

she's certain

but then everything falls apart

she needs to satisfy her newfound hunger and her uncle is eager to show her the ways of their world, being an alpha himself

excitement boils her blood even further, desperate, hungry and eager to feed her inner dragon

but he rejects her, abandoning her in a cold brothel for his brother to assume the worst

so she finds another outlet in Ser Criston Cole

and when her father finds out of her urges he has half a mind to disinherit her but she is future Queen

he knows it, he feels it

so he allows this slip so long as she marries Laenor Velaryon, another alpha and heir to the Driftmark throne

she fights and claws while still up to the brim with these changes, still unused to the growth in her muscle and discomfort in her joints

her uncle is her mate and she is being torn from him

but she has no choice

they are fated, she is sure that one day they will joing again

slowly she agrees but begrudging

Rhaenyra is merely glad that can convince Laenor to stay at the castle with her

the years pass and she has born three sons, all promising and with increasing strength

her heir Jacaerys even bares the traits she had upon the brink of her presentation, she could not be more proud until the event in which a pig aids the breakdown of a family

and then the incident with Vhagar occurs and they leave for Dragonstone after a rushed wedding

a mate is something sacred, someone to protect with your life and both the uncle and niece intend to

until she walks in on a scene she wishes she could forget

her brows furrow, ears overhearing Otto Hightower's scold but to whom?

she peeks through the open doorway and her heart sink to curn her stomach

"What would your mother say?" The older man hisses, grasping the pale boy's shoulder

"I-I-I cannot–it's not my fault!" Her brother's words stumble, her sympathy breaches

a lump forms in her throat as familiar words belt in her ears

"This is not what your mother needs right now, you are a disappointment to the throne and a disappointment to me." Aegon holds back his flinch

"I do everything you ask of me," His voice sounds so quiet, so fragile

"And yet you are still not enough." The grown man sneers. "You were supposed to marry your sister, child. Tell me how an omega could be King? Answer me!"

Silence locks them in time. Torturous time.

which is why Rhaenyra clears her throat and lets her presence be known

"Have you no shame?" She bellows, sharp and encompassing the regality of a Queen crowned

Otto doesn't back down, he only quirks a brow and bows shortly

"Princess," He greets, contempt seeping from his tongue

his gaze flickers to his grandson

"A pleasure to see you after all this time." Aegon doesn't look at her, his gaze stays firmly planted on his shoes

her own lilac sights narrow on him

"Aegon," she calls

his head snaps up at the acknowledgement and Otto's lips part in surprise

Aegon slowly turns around and she winces at the red in his face, his eyes are so bloodshot she would assume him drunk again but his pupils are surprisingly trained

"What is wrong, dear boy?" he hesitates even more at the sight of her

she should enjoy that but it makes her skin crawl

"It is nothing of your concern, princess." Otto sneers and although he stands in front of his grandson, it is not a shield of protection, instead it is one of shame

she takes a step closer and then she smell it

oh

a frown settles on her lips and an instinct to keep him protected emerges

"Come," she commands but neither move

Aegon stiffens and flickers his eyes between the two adults

"Aegon, come, I wish to speak with your mother. She will be pleased."

her hand outstretches and beckons him while Otto provides a firm look

he has always obeyed, he has always seeked approval and yet as he stands, on the verge of a whimper he considers the options

Rhaenyra has never cared much for him, he knows this but even if she were a wild boar, he would take his chances with her more than with his grandsire

he skitters over to her quickly so that Otto cannot argue with him and he takes her hand, suddenly feeling small

the journey is long and tense but she does not let go of his hand, rather she envelopes him into her side like she would Lucerys

"She will not be happy..." Aegon grumbles quietly, worry toiling in him

"Whom?" Rhaenyra's brows pinch

"My mother."

Rhaenyra hums at the clarity

"Then it is a good thing we are not seeing her."

shock engulf his pupils which flit up, his eyes widen

"Th-Then where are we–"

"Your father." She murmurs, bitterness tasting her teeth. "He owes a favour to me." She sighs. He stops instantly and shakes his head, trying to pull away from her.

"No. No. No. No." he refuses, sniffles bridling in his nose "No, he does not wish to see me, no."

"Do you wish for a change of environment or not?" That spins his mind. His breath hitches and he frowns

"What?" He asks in a quiet breath.

"Daemon and I have been lonely as of late," She murmurs despite them both knowing the blanket adjacent lie spilling from her mouth

perhaps it is even sweeter than the wine he loves

"You would...You would have me?" He returns in question. she scans over him, his feeble legs and downcast expression

"You are more than he thinks you are." She states and steps closer. "I did not ask for the crown brought to me and yet I have embraced it. Despite this I would not...I would not allow force to garner our actions. And besides, the boys love you, they would love to see their uncle at all hours."

a soft smile twitches at his lips

"They miss you," she assure, her hand resting on his shoulder

"Really?"

she smiles. "Really."

and so the arrangement is slowly built

he cannot always stay in Dragonstone but he may visit for as long as he wishes and vice verse

though he had to ignore the betrayal lingering in his family's eyeys from time to time, how the embarrassment creeps beneath his skin

and yet riding Sunfyre with Jacaerys at his back is the warmest he has ever felt

he never flushes near Helaena and yet when his nephew beams at him, something unknown stirs

it is not lust, it is warmth

Jacaerys is his warmth and finally Aegon understands why Rhaenyra took charge to dispel his engagement to Helaena so strongly

he has never been happier, never felt more complete

and then Jacaerys presents, an alpha too and eager to protect him too

when they are finally visiting King's Landing and he has never been more excited, sure it is to reaffirm Lucerys' claim to Driftmark but it is no less exciting

he cannot hope but pretend they are coming all this way for him despite his true mind

he prepares himself early, dresses, washes and keeps as well behaved as he's able

Alicent is shocked to say the least but it is pleasant

she thinks that perhaps he is finally ready to be king, perhaps responsibility has finally brought him peace

but alas she watches as he runs to embrace his elder sister and she hardens at the warmth between them

he disobeys her for a woman who would strike him dead at the hint of his claim

Aegon tries to take no notice when later that day, Alicent is digging her nails into his arm

he had beckoned the family over but at the pain twitching his features, Rhaenyra had declined, all too aware of Hightower priorities

Rhaenyra becomes distracted by the ferocity in which she defends her son's claim and Aegon can't help but admire her

it wounds Alicent deeper than any cut

because he cannot understand that she is doing the same

that she is protecting him

then the King seats the throne and Rhaenys confirms her support once Rhaena's betrothal to Lucerys is announced

a sly glimmer flashes in his other nephew's eye however which he cannot discern

and then it happens

his eyes widen and his lips part, a gasp erupting from between them

another betrothal

one for him

without his sister's name and in it's place is Jacaerys

and when they connect eyes, he knows

he knows

that also snaps up his family's attention

even his father's who considers it carefully before agreeing

and that turns a regular family dinner into a betrothal dinner

the first in a long which ends with both comfort and hurt

but it stops a war

Aegon does not need power in his veins to feel the warmth of a dragon and seat a throne

both siblings will have their turn to rule, those who call for bitterness will be removed and those who insult Aegon's status will be punished for questioning

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#alpha rhaenyra #omega aegon #platonic rhaenyra #platonic aegon #alpha rhaenyra omega aegon #request #anon #anons #hotd #hotd abo #house of the dragon headcanons #abo hotd #abo asoiaf

[lokiondisneyplus]

After the climactic release of the historically successful Avengers: Endgame – the 22nd film in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the penultimate release in their “Infinity Saga”, the culmination of 11 years of brand-building, the second-highest-grossing film of all time – Marvel decided what the world really needed was more Marvel.

Armed with classic Hollywood hubris – the misguided conviction that the public would never tire of what they were selling – Marvel Studios rolled television production into their main business model, with “Phase Four” delivering more television shows than movies. The effect was a flooding of the market and a dilution of the brand, not to mention the release of the worst MCU movie, Eternals.

Forcing narrative crossovers between television shows and movies had the adverse effect of turning the former into homework and the latter into ads for the former. This practice was an act of artistic self-sabotage, ruining what could’ve been Marvel’s most sublime film, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, by burdening it with a host of tonally-off, studio-obligated B-stories crowbarred in to promote upcoming television titles.

After a run of disappointing films that weighed down once-fun franchises with po-faced gravity – Spider-Man: No Way Home, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 – and a slew of ordinary television shows – The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Moon Knight, She-Hulk: Attorney at Law, Secret Invasion – we’ve officially reached a state of Marvel fatigue, with questions looming around the state of the superhero industrial complex.

It’s in this cultural moment that Loki, the acclaimed solo show for the titular character, arrives for a second season. It doesn’t just have to live up to an inspired first season but also has to push back on all the bad vibes, a difficult task given the heavy presence of Jonathan Majors, the breakout star who was arrested in March on domestic violence charges.The great charm of this season is that it cultivates the feeling that it could head anywhere and be anything. Loki doesn’t just explore free will as a theme, it actually feels as if it artistically possesses it.

The good news is that, whether or not it can be spun as state-of-Marvel narrative correction, season two is a worthy successor. Blessed by the fact its titular character, Tom Hiddleston’s charismatic God of Mischief, remains a slippery figure, Loki is allowed to move forward with no clear lines drawn between good and bad, protagonist and antagonist, hero and villain. Characters hold convictions until they don’t, make choices that will have ramifications, agitate for themselves, then for the greater good, and try to navigate a world whose rules shift beneath their feet.

It’s largely set, once again, in the Time Variance Authority, a comic bureaucratic labyrinth charged with policing multiversal time lines. Offering obvious symbolism at a time when Marvel is struggling to retain coherence in the midst of its “Multiverse Saga”, the TVA prizes the one true “Sacred Timeline”, pruning infinite possibilities back for the sake of cosmic narrative purity.

The TVA is an inspired retrofuturist space steeped in Eastern Bloc mid-century design and early Terry Gilliam films, satirising the pernickety dictums of workplaces and government offices – “limit your lunch break to 17 minutes!” proclaims one poster. From its dated tech – ’70s-style computer monitors, reel-to-reel tape machines, chrome hi-fis – to its curved surfaces, coloured floor tiles and lurid-emerald key lime pie, it’s a rare work of inspired production design by a studio otherwise synonymous with green-screening its way to rush-job eyesores built by an army of non-unionised offshore digital effects artists.

Everything in the TVA looks shabby and neglected, evoking its place as an office lost to time. The plot machinations of season one found an Avengers-adjacent Loki commandeered by the authority – Agent Mobius (Owen Wilson), upper-management Ravonna Renslayer (Gugu Mbatha-Raw) and others – to pursue a variant of himself, Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino), through time and space.

It ended with an explosion of multiversal time lines and revelations about the true history of the TVA: its top-down system of authority a matrix of illusion, its mind-wiped employees existing in a state of suspended limbo, its time line-culling operation seeming a lot like a morally questionable act of mass slaughter.

In the fallout from that climax, season two finds characters questioning whether the TVA is an entity worth preserving or destroying, not to mention the meaning of their own existence and the ramifications of choice. It’s a study of free will and moral responsibility, housed in 45-minute episodes of action-oriented television. Its chief writer, Eric Martin, both lionises liberty and weighs up its gravity, while happily dealing in the all-American fear of governmental oversight.

The collapse of the TVA’s artificial reality – “everything you’ve been doing is wrong and all your gods are dead”, Mobius deadpans in classic Wilson fashion – leads characters to their own convictions. Mobius seeks peaceful resolution. Renslayer seeks to preserve her power and the authority’s agency (“all that matters is order versus chaos”). The once-bellicose B-15 (Wunmi Mosaku) has a moral reawakening. The dogged Dox (Kate Dickie) is more committed than ever to the cause. The weaselly X-5 (Rafael Casal) wants to explore his new-found independence and maybe become a movie star. The oddball tech guy with the on-the-nose name, Ouroboros (Ke Huy Quan), is there to both provide comic relief and to save the day from a temporal calamity that may destroy all worlds, or something to that effect.

Loki’s playful riffing on time means every benign use of the word pops – “it’ll take some time”, “remember that time”, “take your time”, “time to go” – and its first four episodes dance along the Earth’s time line at various points of history – 1868, 1893, 1977, 1982 – with plentiful hijinks, dabbling in genre tropes, meta use of Loki’s skills of illusion and misdirection, and creepy fast-food-franchise sponsored content.

Looming over all is the presence of the big bad of Marvel’s Phase Five, Kang the Conqueror, played still, to this point, by Majors. He’s seen here in two variants: a squirrelly 19th-century nutty professor named Victor Timely and the all-powerful end-of-time figure met at the end of last season, He Who Remains. These twin characters are connected but separate enough that they symbolise the series’ focus on free will. One may be fated to become the other, but does that mean that he – and the future – can’t change?

The great charm of this season is that it cultivates the feeling that it could head anywhere and be anything. Loki doesn’t just explore free will as a theme, it actually feels as if it artistically possesses it. While it may not be enough to combat the waning influence of comic-book screen output, this season does feel like a disarming counterpoint to recent Marvel Studios product. Rather than feeling conscripted or forced, a puzzle piece that exists solely to build a bridge between branded content, Loki remains its own thing: a nimble exploration of big themes in a colourful, comic, oddball package.

This article was first published in the print edition of The Saturday Paper on October 21, 2023 as "Changing times".

#loki #opinion

[tobiasdrake]

A whole new island to explore. What wonders will we see? What mysteries will unfold? What--

...tribal stereotype masks in the visage of Crono from Chrono Trigger.

Okay. Now I truly have seen everything.

Wonder if we'll see Lucca and Marle at some point. Those two are the real heroes. Crono's just some dipshit who swords things good.

Incredible aesthetic. Looks very much like a shop. This is the most shop that any shop has ever shopped.

We are not making that mistake again.

Looking good, Mu--Shopkeeper.

FUCK. Why am I so bad at navigating conversations with you? T_T

You're entirely correct and I'm sorry for being an inconsiderate tourist.

Okay, in my defense, Mesa Island is all we've got left in my world.

Thanks, I was wondering if I was stuck in one time period here. I miss my sweet hat. I think you're going to love it too. It's a very good hat.

...those aren't the gecko dudes, are they? Like the one I just butchered right outside your door?

Look, where I come from, we get two types of weather: Fuck You and Get Bent. This might be standard for you but the relaxing atmosphere of this place means a lot to me.

So maybe your perspective is interfering with your ability to engage with this conversation too!

Oh cool, you have one of these too. Whatever it is.

Hey, I just noticed that the tarp covering it is blue. Is. Uh. Is this thing a Blue Robe?

The enemies here are a lot meaner than they are in my timeline. Really not appreciating the fucking cluster bombs.

I have no idea what it is but it reminds me of the Power Seals. In which case, there's only one thing to do, right?

Nothing better than destroying mysterious artifacts that you don't know what they do.

Is. Uh. Is it going to be a problem that I just punched it into a million pieces?

Oh my goddess, they're so goddamn cute I love them!

I'm participating!

Man, I don't know why people hate tourists so much. This shit's so much fun!

OH NO I DIDN'T MEAN TO LITTLE GUY

...

So.

I can.

Cut down the Little Dude Tower to make it more useful for me to navigate.

If I'm a monster.

What kind of monster would actually do that on purpose. T-T These poor little guys just want to have fun and enjoy life.

Apparently me. I'm the monster.

Look, it was either "Be the worst kind of tourist" or "Don't destroy the sacred cultural artifacts", and I just don't have it in me to choose the latter. If I want to smash their stuff for no clear reason or purpose, then I'm going to have to be a little rude about it.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

[annachum]

Through the Shards of Time ( a Loki x Sigyn fanfic )

* This is co written by me and a good friend of mine on Instagram - Hannah LaTray. Enjoy 😊😊😊 *

She hated the color orange now.

But how?

She, orchestrater of light, detested the beautiful autumn hue of whirling leaves and round citrus, and dumpy pumpkins? How could she decide to show contempt toward one of the warmest colors of nature? The strong hue of a sunset?

Because it was the stiff orange she hated. The artificial glow of old, 80s lamps or a traffic cone or...

The dull, soulless orange of the prison cells of the TVA. The smell of old, dusty computers mingled with a strange, metallic undertone. She couldn't describe it. (Midgard mechanics were of no significance in Asgard, and she wasn't too interested in the darkness of the forges to linger long amidst the pouring liquid steel.)

And after however long cuffed in an orange prison box, devoid of any life beyond her own, her spirit withdrew.

Marks that should have faded over time blazed against her skin. There was no time in the TVA. No one aged. No wounds healed. She might have been in there for years, decades, but how would anyone tell?

Now she told herself, no more orange. Not for a long time. They say Time heals all wounds, but she wasn't sure it would. Not when Time gave her this pain to bear.

With every step her foot took, a ribbon of colors whirled to catch her shoes. She walked up and up around the ruins of the palace on a bridge of glowing particles. Bricks fell as vines wove through shattered stained glass windows. Where once the most selfish, conceited being to ever existed was now crumbling away.

They really ought to start putting this place back together. Especially if they were about to be... well, not so alone in a few months.

Thankfully, she was passed the worst months of morning sickness. And now, deep within, she could feel the two of they starting to kick and roll.

She put her hand to her stomach as she ascended higher. One of them was really excited today.

She closed her eyes and smiled as a rudh of wind blew through her acorn colored locks. How wonderful to feel the air again.

Here at the end of time, the world was nothing like Asgard. Of course, Loki said it was quite different after he took the throne. He mentioned all that stayed the same was the gaudy castle, and the wall of roiling smoke.

"Unfortunately, I am not sure how to rid us of that," he mused as it thundered moodily outside the fallen study wall.

It only snarled when Renslayer got too close.

As she was today, it seemed.

"Deviants! Strayers from the Sacred Timeline! You will not destroy his work! Your impure, chaotic magic shall not taint our victory!"

Everyone had that odd neighbor.

Sigyn paused in her ascent. The winds whipped her braids about as the sparkles of the Aurora borealis held her miles above the ground.

"Midgardian warrior, your hands cannot subdue the growing branches. No science could bind their vines. How would you rule? What magic lights your soul to hold such power?"

Renslayer went silent.

Then, rather icily, she shouted, "Magic is as corrupted as your meddling with the chosen path. He rid us of your trickery in the TVA."

"Your lord built a cage, to stop our gifts. Outside his bars, even here, he could not take away what was ours to weild."

"He should have!" Renslayer said. It was a flat retort, and for a while, their furious neighbor was silent.

Perhaps Loki would do her a favor to send her somewhere else where she could live out her bitter life in peace. It must irk her to have to deal with so many rogue Lokis wandering in the void. Granted, wih the new Keeper of Time, the land was no longer barren.

Now, everywhere, the end of time bloomed.

Thick bushels of grass rolled together with moss.

Water bounced through rocks and wound between the twisting boughs breaking through the mud.

Even the sky, once a thick smog of gloom was changed. It was as though all the rays of the sun must break through a thick sheild of leaves before it streamed to the world below. Everything was washed in a glow of rich green.

Loki decided he might actually, as inconceivable as it sounded, hate the color orange now. Such a gawdy, eye grabbing corperate color. It wanted so much to be gold. But instead, it was more like gold with a terrible burn.

It was so irritating for the eye. A wonder at all why Kang would choose the color for his oddball band of pencil pushers from across time and space. It was bound to aggravate them in opposition to relaxing their minds. And here Kang would sit in a much more calming palace of purple starlight. He really had been a tyrant.

But now, the purple was washed away under the flourishing greens and golds. If only Thor could see him now. A higher ruler than either of them could dream. And there went Thor, still shirking his kingly responsibilities in a little hut, playing 'dad'. Well, Thor was always a bit daft. Affectionate, energetic and loyal, but still daft.

Loki opened his eyes.

Thor.

Thor thought he was dead. He really ought to let him know, somehow, that he was alive. He wasn't sure what to say to him, though.

"Hello, brother. Sorry to give you a scare, but I'm quite well and very much alive. And, you won't believe this, but I rule EVERYTHING."

What would Thor say to that?

Honestly, Loki had died in Thor's mind so many times, it might just be a funny surprise. But then again, technically, he wasn't the one his brother held in his arms as his vision went gray with death. So would it be best to let his brother live his own life?

Loki walked across the chamber to a row of mirrors. He drew his hand across the glass of one lined with silver and gold.

The colors rippled away to reveal a room where Thor hunkered down over a table. His great arms were bent around him as with deep precision, he squeezed a tube of frosting over the gingerbread cookie, lacking its lower leg.

His hand wobbled. The gingerbread man's mouth became less of a smile; instead akin to seeing an old acquaintance you really did not want to talk to.

Thor sighed. "I'm afraid my skills are not as well versed in the arts of confectionery decorating."

A young girl entered the kitchen. Humanoid, but not of Midgard, so not from that Meteorologist Dr. Foster. But her hair was braided in Asgardian style, which would mean Thor did it himself.

Loki smiled.

"Oh, sure you can," she said, "You told me you used to paint the walls with the vengeful blood of the dark elves all the time."

Thor shuffled. "Well, yes, of course. But that type of artwork is quite different this."

"You just need bigger cookies," she said, practical as always.

Thor rose in his seat. He clapped a huge hand to her tiny shoulder.

"I will never turn down Bigger Cookies." And he wrestled her into a bear hug as she laughed.

Loki slid his fingers over the cool glass once more to close the window into his brother's life.

So ironic to think, these two princes of celestial power, orphaned, kingdoms destroyed, split apart by time, and yet still, peicing the shattered glass of their lives together. Thor, a father? Perhaps a husband soon, judging from the glances he and Sif exchanged. And here he was himself. He'd lost everything, but yet now had all he'd ever wanted. A purpose, a kingdom, and... the love of his life climbing up the stairs toting the bagful of food from her trip to New Asgard.

What was she thinking? She could fall to her death from such a height!

He hurried from the mirrors to her side. "Sigyn! Love, allow me to help you with--"

She gasped as she finally reach the top. She smiled, clearly not fine as she said, "Loki, dear, I'm fine! There were more stairs than this to the river tower back home!"

He hoisted the bags from her. "You can't have walked all that way. You do know you can ask me anytime to open a doorway for you."

She patted his cheek. "I did, you old fool. You didn't answer."

Loki spun around. Indeed, his mirror specifically linked to Sigyn danced with the fragments of light to signify her request for a portal.

"That can't be right," Loki rushed to the mirror. "I'd never miss your request. When did you ask?"

"I'm here now, so I don't see how it would make much of a difference. Unless," she smiled demurely, "of course, there's a chance you happen to know a magical trickster who controls the flow of time itself who could go back and offer a lady a hand."

"That's just it! I should know if anything is wrong!

"Don't tear yourself apart. This is a new world for us. You hold every reality in this palace.

One singular soul could slip past your notice."

"But I shouldn't!" He whirled. "You, most of all!"

The ice in his eyes turned sharply to green. She was alarmed for a moment; it took a great deal to get him to start shouting. But she knew the anger was not directed at her. She looked him directly in the eye.

"Now, please. You're not the one meant to deal with temperamental instability at this time."

He stared at her. "What?" Then, he closed his eyes. "Oh. Of course."

"It is a lot of power for one man to hold alone," Sigyn assured him.

He sighed. "Any weight of power is too much for a man," he returned, coolly. Then, he added, "But, I am no mere man."

She was surprised he would admit to such a blanket statement of the burden of his new position, but seeing he accepted her suggestion with no further batting her worries away meant the sudden promotion was no

the root of his outburst. She knew him well enough after centuries growing up together.

She ran back through the moment in her mind, and reached the answer.

"You aren't going to lose me," she said softly.

He stood straight. He lifted his head. His smile was airily dismissive. "Of course I won't. How could I ever let you slip away? I'd know the second something was wrong."

"Then why don't you trust yourself?" She asked.

"I do," he said too quickly.

She folded her arms. She tipped her head to one side. "The hunters won't search for us anymore. There is no one out there who would know who I am. And no one in the Nine Realms knows you're here, or even alive. I can fend off a midgardian. I'll restrict my visits to there if I must go out, until you're sure there's a way to safely leave with me."

He scoffed. "Nothing is going to harm you." He looked down toward her middle, and

added, with notable definity. "Any of you."

"I trust you to keep us safe," she said. "I know, no one should have to stand by and see their homes destroyed. The weight upon the soul to see your people killed, one by one, is a grief no heart was meant to carry."

She put her arms around his shoulders.

His muscles were tensed under her touch. He turned his eyes to the side. "... I've already watched you die once before. And, I assume, you saw the same of me. The only family I have left is my brother. It doesn't seem my fate deals kindly with those I love, dear Sigyn. I fear all too soon, you might rise to join the ones who are gone."

"Wouldn't be much trouble for you if you can pull me back."

His hands held her upper arms. "That does not matter. I cannot bear to watch it happen again."

She nodded. "I know. Even if I knew I had the power to bring you back, it wouldn't change

what I knew you would go through."

Loki lifted a hand. Carefully, he curved his fingers to catch the side of her hair. He lifted the locks up and around the points of her ear.

"I wish you didn't have to hide them," he sighed. "They're quite becoming for your face."

She smiled. "You don't don't have to hide yourself either, if you like."

He knew he could, but after all this time, he found it harder to slip back into the form of his bloodline. He thought it would become easier after Odin faded away, but it changed nothing. His mind must have settled on this. Not a small frost giant prince, but not quite Asgardian. Something strange and odd in between.

He looked upon his fingers. "Do you find it strange, hands that only could bring death and ice, somehow had the magic to bring this to life?"

She looked up to the great boughs of branches rising around them.

"It doesn't surprise me at all. Your color has always been green."

She reached out her finger to touch one of the vines. From the weaving emerald spirals within, the magic shifted. And then, over the pathway, a flourish of blossoms moved over the vine, before vanishing again.

In that timeline, there was suddenly a strange rush of hope from the people moving about their lives. A sudden burst of light in their hearts, from the richest emperor to a mother with her child on the side of an alleyway waiting out the rain.

Loki took her hand in his. They walked to the shattered window. Renslayer remained silently sulking, so there wasn't much to disturb the sanctuary under the cheery rustle of leaves. Even if there wasn't much sky to speak of, the way the colors changed from peridot to a more peacock hue, they could tell that night was approaching. Dots like fireflies flitted through the vines, as if to compensate

for the lack of stars.

"Do you miss the sunset?" Loki asked.

"Not at the moment," Sigyn shook her head. "I can do with... less orange in my world for the time."

Loki glanced at her. He smiled. "So could I, my love."

#loki x sigyn #logyn mcu #justice for sigyn #this is set sometime after loki series #mcu fic

[cryptidblue1]

So that Unbalanced AU idea...

So, I had a thought that if I ever had the spoons to write this idea in a proper story and not just make up snippets and such that each chapter would have like these excerpts from scholarly papers, journals, letters, etc. that would take place like far in the future when Hallownest is really gone and people are you know, piecing together its history. Before it goes into the actual, you know story of everything going sideways because of Vessels surviving and having a hivemind and stuff. *sparkle hands* so I'm just going to put those random excerpts here since I'm fighting enough as it is with the spoons for the one fic I started and trying to be motivated to keep going. So yeah, dumping ground time for fic bits and snippets.

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Kingdoms.

A word, a symbolism, a place of home, or a place of awe. There are many connotations connected to what seems to be a simple word. How this world has become such an important word for many, especially among bug kind is ambiguous at best; unknown at worst. All that is known is that Kingdom has become a word one attaches to a civilization that has transcended the boundaries of simple clan and groups squabbling for survival in harsh climes and dangerous locales.

Ah, but one can not just band a group together and call themselves a kingdom. No, while there are those who attempt such; creating clans and groups of villages under one rule. The title of Kingdom has always been of Sacred connotations. For every great Kingdom that has risen and whose name has been whispered among travelers and pilgrims, it has always had a touch of Divine to them. Whether it be by blessings, by the founding be from one of holy dispositions, by one with ichor flowing in their shell, or even by a god themselves taking interest in the realm of mortal affairs. These places imbued with sanctifying power have always risen higher and greater than any purely mortal civilization has ever achieved.

Yet, what causes these beings of higher and seemingly astronomical power to set foot onto a land and decry it to be under their domain?

A question that will likely be one of the questions pondered by scholars for decades to come.

It is these questions that have made many a scholar turn their gazes, and hone their blades towards a Kingdom that boasted not one, but at least five different gods through its rise, fall, and rebirth. A Kingdom of great renown and growth, and thus an even greater tragedy when its fall would show us why when Gods feud, all shall suffer. For who does not know of the great Kingdom of Hallownest? One whose origin seems tumultuous and mired in conflict and possessive grips of gods from times far older than even we may truly understand. The hints and findings of those brave enough to enter into the depths below the ruins of what had once been the great palace of the Pale King. The records of before the Pale King, where the Radiance had ruled, and even the scattered remnants that showed the rise of Hallownest under the Pale King’s gaze, and the plague that would bring it low. Each excursion into the depths, and the findings of those who had lived through this era of uncertainty and conflict have created a tapestry that each new thread only adds vibrancy and clarity to what we know of this Kingdom of Gods.

What is unclear in all of our findings of this kingdom from so long ago, the question that haunts every chronicler and history seeker wishing to know the truth of the path that led to its rebirth…

What stopped the Radiance’s curse for a time?

In all findings and piecing of a timeline of this city, there seems to be a blatant attempt to hide away the time period when the Pale King found a way to stop the plague riddling his subjects and when the plague returned somehow even more terrible than before. Even the means in which the plague was completely eradicated from the paths and depths of this kingdom is contradictory and purposefully shrouded from the attempts of history to record the ruins of this kingdom finding its footing once more and rising again for a time. Even the journals of those who had sought out answers when survivors of this time were alive and aware, can not seem to agree on what happened. The frustration in the words and pen strokes of these seekers of the truth is clear to any to see as they list the many ways that citizens refused, were clearly unaware, or obfuscated the answer to the main question being asked during the clean up at the plague’s end.

Perhaps there are answers hidden amidst artifacts that are rarer than the most precious of gems. Artifacts of the royal family, and of those that are only ever called Vessels when written about. A title only ever seen in passing within the few documents that point to there being more than just a battle of Gods in that era of Hallownest’s history. A title and speculations from a more radical branch of scholarly pursuit that have taken on the notion that there was another God involved in all of this.

An even more radical faction within the Studium has even begun believing that this tumultus time was the birthing of new gods.

This scholar finds these hypotheses fairytale-like and outlandish with how little evidence there is to support these theories of just what happened during the era of the Dreaming Plague. Thus, they shall only be mentioned as proof that every avenue was listened to at the time of the writing of this report. However, as this is meant to be a postulation of historical facts presented from actual evidence and records found and excavated from the depths of Hallownest, these theories will not be given more than a passing mention as we delve into the history and mystery that was a Kingdom considered to have been one of the greatest of Kingdoms to have ever risen.

May the blessing of Argos, They who have given us, of the Kingdom of Aeldum, the gift of Knowledge, find favor in my report of the Kingdom of Gods.

—Tirchel, Professor of Archaeology and Scholar of Divine History. Citizen of the Kingdom of Aeldum. Season of Rain Year 785 A.P.

#hollow knight #Unbalanced AU #hollow knight au #blue rambles #Tirchel would def look at anyone that goes “what of void” #and would just go “you are a fool” #jokes on him Void is usually the answer for Hallownest shenanigans #Argos is def a vessel or child of a vessel laughing at people getting this shit wrong #because the thought of godling vessels just vibing amuses me okay

[capricorn-the-goat]

How I imagine the downfall timeline went

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(scene: final battle with Ganondorf in hyrule castle’s ruins)

Link panted, feeling energy leave his body, being replaced by this god awful pain. He had gotten beaten down a lot over the past few… well, weeks, but this felt like the worst. How many different heart pieces and containers did he find that boosted his constitution? Well, he guessed they didn’t matter compared to this.

He had tried. He had really tried. He had done everything- sought out every single fairy fountain and great fairy, gaining all the magical abilities, but he was still losing. He had used all his fairies (except Navi of course), all of them coming to his aid moments before death. But Link had… well, he had prepared, but he underestimated Ganondorf, or Ganon as he now was. He didn’t even have the strength to use the biggoron sword anymore. He was slow, his reflexes dulled, too slow to fight, too slow to react…

too slow to see Gabon’s scimitar slashing down towards him, Zelda’s scream, the cries of the sages. Did he hit a wall or was that the ground? He didn’t know. Was this water? It felt warm, nice. The burning heat was replaced with a nice breeze, the hard stone replaced with soft grass. The burning edges of the coliseum replaced with the flowing edges of a forest.

Why was Link fighting?

He had never wanted this. Sure, he chose to fight, but he didn’t want this. All he wanted was a fairy. All he wanted was to live with his friends. All he wanted was peace, to live a nice life. To ride Epona, to fight a good opponent without having to worry about his death or the consequences.

Link’s vision slowly went black, and he knew that it would soon be replaced with the nice calm meadow he always wanted to be in. He would close his eyes, and he could just have a moment’s rest. A moment that would be an eternity. Link wouldn’t be remembered as a hero, just as someone who fought the hardest, even if he lost. But he didn’t care. Ganondorf was chosen by the Gods, right? Why should a hylian boy from the kokiri forest try and interfere with their plan? The sages could probably seal Ganon without his help.

Link’s vision faded, his last thought spoken unconsciously into words:

“I leave it to the next person.”

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Zelda fell to her knees, unable to move, blink, look away. She stared at Link’s body- his lifeless body. He stared at the sky as he uttered his last words, but Zelda couldn’t hear them over the rushing in her ears.

They failed.

They had tried so hard. Zelda tasked Link with finding the stones so that they could be guarded. Zelda gave Link the Ocarina, causing the sacred realm to be exposed. Zelda his for seven years as she waited for Link to return. She aided him in his journey, pushed him or complete his destiny.

was his destiny to fail?

Before she could articulate another thought, a roar emanated from Gabon’s jaw, and the former-king swung down again, impaling Link’s body on the blade, before swinging it towards the chasm. Link was sent flying into the chasm, disappearing.

a scream of anguish was released from Zelda as she felt the guilt of Link’s death weighing on her. She had killed this Kokiri boy. She had killed the hero of time. She had doomed this kingdom.

and she was angry.

Zelda spun around and, commanding every ounce of the blood of hylia and the triforce of Wisdom within her, she sent a blast of power at the beast. Flowers and trees around her wilted, surrounding animals and fairies falling, the fairy that had accompanied Link disappearing, as she absorbed all power from the area.

it wasn’t until she was done that she watched in horror as not only did Ganon rise, but the triforce of Wisdom left her body. She could only look on in horror as the complete triforce appeared on Gabon’s fist. He had stolen Courage when he killed Link, and Zelda’s unrestrained blast had drawn the final piece to the king.

“Quickly! Forget the plan we had set in motion!” Rauru cried from the spirit realm. “Ganon isn’t weakened, but we can still seal him for a short while!”

Using the last of her power, Zelda and the other sages used their combined powers to push Ganon (whose beast form prevented the full use of the triforce) into the sacred realm. The gate sealed the sacred realm permanently, but not before the form of Ganon released one final wave of energy which nearly leveled what remained of hyrule field and Lon Lon ranch.

Exhausted, Zelda collapsed. She couldn’t do anything. Because she knew, most of all…

they had lost today.

#Legends of zelda #fanfic #headcanon? #story #Writing #Link #Zelda #ganon

[anonymousewrites]

Portal to My Heart (Book 2) Chapter Two

Chapter Two: In Interrogation

            “I’m going to burn this place to the ground,” said Loki as he walked with the man and (Y/N) through the halls. They were now free of guards holding them, but neither tried to run (yet) since they would get nowhere.

            “I’ll show you where my desk is, you can start there,” said the agent.

            (Y/N) chuckled before looking around. The sight made her stop and gaze in wonder.

            “Have a look.” The agent gestured to the railing.

            Loki and (Y/N) looked over the endless city. Hanging buildings glowed the color of honey with small ships darting between them like worker bees.

            “Home sweet home,” said the agent.

            “I thought there was no magic here,” said Loki in amazement.

            “There isn’t.”

            “Could’ve fooled me,” breathed (Y/N). “That can’t really be, well, real.”

            “It is, and unfortunately, so is all the paperwork.” The man motioned for the pair to follow him again. He smiled at Loki. “Good tinder for your fire, though. Come on.”

            “This place is a nightmare,” muttered Loki.

            “That’s another department.” The agent smiled. “Now that department I’ll help you burn down.

            (Y/N) smiled. Out of everyone in the TVA, she felt this was one with a good head and heart. And he had spared Loki and (Y/N) what was undoubtedly a terrible fate, so that put him in (Y/N)’s good books. At least for the time being, she’d follow him. He took them to an elevator labeled with the strangest combination of buttons imaginable.

            “By the way, I’m Agent Mobius,” said the man as they started down.

            “Are you taking us somewhere to kill us?” asked Loki.

            “Pretty sure he got us out of that place,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m just taking you somewhere to talk,” said Mobius.

            “I don’t like to talk,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) snorted. “For the God of Lies, that was the worst lie I’ve ever heard.”

            Mobius chuckled. “We all know you love to talk.” He pantomimed with his hand. “Talkie-talkie.”

            Loki frowned in annoyance at both of them. “How long have you been here?”

            Sighing, Mobius replied, “I don’t know. It’s hard to say, time passes differently here in the TVA.”

            “What does that mean?” questioned Loki.

            “Loki, it’s literally an authority on time. It’s safe to say this place might be outside of the ‘Sacred Timeline’ or whatever or at least time works differently here,” said (Y/N).

            Mobius nodded. “See? She’s got the right idea.”

            Loki huffed as (Y/N) smirked at him. The elevator doors open, and the group disembarked.

            “So, you’re part of the TVA’s courageous and dedicated workforce?” asked Loki.

            “Yes,” answered Mobius.

            “You were created by the Time-Keepers?” continued Loki.

“Yep.”

“To protect the Sacred Timeline?”

“Correct.”

Loki laughed incredulously.

“Is that funny?” asked Mobius.

“The idea that your little club decides the fate of trillions of people across all of existence at the behest of three space lizards—” (Y/N) snorted “—yes, it’s funny,” said Loki. “It’s absurd.”

“I thought you didn’t like to talk,” said Mobius, coming to a stop before a pair of doors. He smiled and open the doors. When (Y/N) and Loki were through, he closed them and walked down to the desk in the center of the room.

“For the record, this really does feel like a killing-me kind of room,” said Loki.

“That or an interrogation room where I’m going to get beat up,” said (Y/N).

“Not big on trust, are you?” remarked Mobius, sitting down.

“Trust is for children and dogs,” quipped Loki.

“Not many trustworthy people out there,” said (Y/N).

“Good to know that you two only trust yourselves. You make quite the pair,” said Mobius as he fiddled with his computer. On the opposite wall, a glowing sign displaying ‘TVA’ projected itself.

Loki coughed. “No pair here.”

(Y/N) made a face. “Yeah, no.”

Mobius chuckled. “Uh-huh.”

Loki frowned and changed the subject. “If the TVA truly oversees all of time, how have I never heard of you until now?”

“Cause you’ve never needed to,” said Mobius. “You’ve always lived within your set path.”

“I live within whatever path I choose,” declared Loki.

“If this is all real…” (Y/N) looked down. “That means I never had a choice…never had freedom…” Her heart clenched. “Wonderful.”

Loki blinked and looked over at her. It seems we both value our freedom quite a bit.

Mobius looked to the floor and cleared his throat before gesturing to the chairs across from him. “Have a seat.”

Loki made a move to attack Mobius when he turned his back, but Mobius pressed the button on a device. Loki was reset to his previous position.

“Are you just going to keep doing that?” asked (Y/N). Loki shot her a look.

“I told you, time works differently in the TVA,” said Mobius. “Come on, sit down. Let’s get into this.”

Loki and (Y/N) sat down but remained wary and attentive.

“What do you want from us?” asked (Y/N).

“Well, let’s start with a little cooperation,” said Mobius.

“Not my forte,” snipped Loki.

“I think I’m doing well considering how I usually am,” quipped (Y/N).

“Well, I know you’re just waiting for a time to strike after observing the situation,” said Mobius, pointing to her. He looked to Loki. “And you like to woo powerful people by cooperating with them before you betray them.”

(Y/N) scowled. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Loki nodded in agreement.

“Well, maybe I’d like to learn,” said Mobius. “I specialize in the pursuit of dangerous Variants.”

“Like myself?” said Loki, not without a bit of pride.

Mobius shook his head. “No, particularly dangerous Variants. You’re just a little pussycat.”

(Y/N) laughed.

“If I’m a pussycat, you’re just a kitten,” snapped Loki, looking at her.

(Y/N) scowled. “Fuck you.”

“Actually, she’s probably going to give us more trouble than you,” said Mobius.

“What?” questioned Loki while (Y/N) said “aha!”

“Well, she’s (Y/N) (L/N). You tried to control her, Loki. It wasn’t exactly easy, was it?” pointed out Mobius.

(Y/N) smirked while Loki grumbled.

“Now, I have a set of questions for you two,” said Mobius, opening the files in front of him. “You answer them honestly, and then maybe I can give you something you want. You want to get out here, right? Yeah, so we’ll start there.” He cleared his throat. “If you two returned, what would you do?”

“Fake my death, disappear from SHIELD’s radar, live the rest of life doing whatever I want,” said (Y/N).

“What is ‘whatever you want?’ ” asked Mobius.

“I’d decide as I go,” said (Y/N).

“So you really have no idea beyond leaving—” he consulted the file “—SHIELD.”

(Y/N) frowned and furrowed her brow. “No, but I like to take things one step at a time.” She leaned forward. “And getting out from under someone’s thumb is usually the first.”

“So you want to decide what you do with yourself? Get a job or something you like? Feel in control?” asked Mobius.

            I do want control over my life. “If I’m going to have a psych exam, send me to a professional,” said (Y/N).

Mobius nodded and turned to Loki. “And you? What would you do?”

“I would finish what I started,” said Loki. (Y/N) groaned.

“Which is?” asked Mobius.

“Claim my throne,” said Loki.

“You wanna be king?”

“I don’t want to be, I was born to be.”

“I know, but king of what exactly?” prompted Mobius.

Loki scoffed. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try us,” said (Y/N). “After all, you like talking, especially about yourself.”

Shooting her a glare, he said, “King of Midgard.”

“Oh, god.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“AKA Earth,” said Mobius. He jotted down some notes in the file. “Now you’re king of Midgard, then what?”

“Asgard, the Nine Realms,” said Loki.

“Space?” asked Mobius.

“Space?” Loki furrowed his brow.

“Space is big. That’d be a nice feather in your cap,” said Mobius. “ ‘Loki, the King of Space.’ ”

“Mock me if you dare,” said Loki.

“No, I’m not.” Mobius chuckled. “Honestly, I’m actually a fan.” He smiled. “Of both of you. I’m just wondering why one capable person has no idea what they want to do with themself—” (Y/N) frowned “—and why someone with so much range just wants to rule.”

“I would’ve made it easy for the Midgardians,” said Loki.

“No, you would’ve been a tyrant,” said (Y/N).

“The first and most oppressive lie ever uttered was the song of freedom,” said Loki, recalling what (Y/N) had reminded him of earlier. Better to seem in control of himself than to be seen as having to purpose. Loki, after all, also wanted control. Over himself and his life. That was why he used (Y/N) to break the scepter’s influence over him. He wanted freedom control.

“How’s that one go?” asked Mobius.

“For nearly every living being, choice breeds shame and uncertainty and regret,” said Loki. “There’s a fork in every road, yet the wrong path always taken.”

“If we don’t make mistakes, Loki, we never learn. Maybe you haven’t heard that one,” snapped (Y/N). She wasn’t a fan of Loki insinuating Earth was just full of people making endless mistakes (True, there were many being made, but there were people doing good).

“Do you not fall into the ‘nearly every living being’ category?” asked Mobius.

Loki just chuckled before sighing. “The Time-Keepers have built up quite a circus.” He looked at Mobius. “And I see the clowns are playing their parts to perfection.”

“Big metaphor guy and straightforward girl.” Mobius laughed. “I love it. Makes you two sound strong.”

“I am strong,” said Loki.

“I know,” said Mobius.

“Okay.” Loki frowned.

“Okay.” Mobius reached over to his computer and pressed a button. Where ‘TVA’ was being projected, the picture changed to New York.

“What is this?” asked Loki.

“A sampling of your greatest hits, if I may,” said Mobius.

The Avengers leaning over a beaten Loki appeared. Loki sighed and looked away while (Y/N) snickered slightly.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now,” said Loki’s voice over the projection.

“Good luck with that. Most of the bottles and glasses are destroyed,” said (Y/N)’s voice.

“Alright, I remember this,” muttered Loki. “I was there. Anything else?”

“It’s funny, for someone born to rule, you sure do lose a lot,” said Mobius. “You might even say it’s in your nature.”

“You know, things didn’t turn out so well for the last person who said that to me,” said Loki.

“Oh, yeah, Phil Coulson,” said Mobius. “Didn’t the Avengers come together to literally avenge him by defeating you?”

“You, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them,” said Tony Stark in the projection.

(Y/N)’s holographic form spoke up. “He’s pissed me off too. I’m planning on making him regret it.”

“That was the plan,” said the hologram Loki.

“Terrible plan. You don’t have great judgement,” said the recording of (Y/N).

Loki growled. “Little solace to a dead man.”

“Do you enjoy hurting people?” asked Mobius.

The hologram switched to a depiction of (Y/N) laying in the Helicarrier hospital when Loki’s spell was affecting her. (Y/N) winced at the memory; the pain had been excruciating. Loki looked away uncomfortably.

“Making them feel small?” continued Mobius.

“I could give you to the count of five,” said the projection of Loki to (Y/N). “And if you don’t use your power then, you’ll die.”

Loki clenched his fists at the memory of how overpowering the scepter’s control had been in that moment. He had almost killed (Y/N) because of it. It wasn’t a pleasant memory, far from it. He actually felt quite guilty. (Y/N) bit her lip as she remembered how she’d felt. She’d been convinced she’d die when those five seconds were up.

“Making them feel afraid?” Mobius looked at Loki.

“Please!” cried the hologram of (Y/N).

“Your games don’t frighten me,” said Loki, trying to remain strong.

“Making them feel little?” said Mobius.

“I don’t want more pain. Please,” murmured the projection of (Y/N).

“I know what I am,” said Loki as the picture switched to the destruction of New York.

“A murderer?” asked Mobius, glancing at all the ruined homes and injured and dead people.

“A liberator,” snapped Loki.

“Of eyeballs, maybe,” said Mobius.

The hologram showed Loki looming over Dr. Schäfer’s in the museum in Stuttgart. He stuck it into the curator’s eye. He jerked and twitched painfully. People screamed and ran for the closest exit. Loki watched with a satisfied smirk.

“Look at that smile, you are enjoying that,” said Mobius. “Did you enjoy hurting them? Did you enjoy hurting her?”

Loki shook his head, vehemently denying it, even though the words that left his mouth were prideful. “I don’t have to play this game. I’m a god.”

“Of what, again?” Mobius leaned forward. “Mischief, right? Yeah, I don’t see anything mischievous about this.” He gestured to the freeze on (Y/N)’s pained face as she collapsed from the spell.

“No, I don’t suppose you do,” spat Loki.

Mobius sighed and glanced at (Y/N), who had remained silent. The entire ordeal with New York had only been…well, probably not even a day ago. (Y/N) could still feel the echoes of the pain she endured, the wounds and bruises, the screams of the city. It was tough to witness what had happened again when it had been so tough.

(Y/N) met Mobius’s gaze. She cleared her throat and put on a strong façade. “I suppose it’s my turn? What will the point of this slideshow be?”

Mobius smiled. “To show your habit of causing trouble for people trying to control you. You aren’t a fan of that.”

“And what’s the point of showing that?” asked (Y/N).

Mobius just smiled and clicked a button on his computer. The hologram switched to teenage (Y/N) sitting in a classroom. On the blackboard, “Detention” was written.

“(Y/N), you cannot go changing people’s grades. Especially not by hacking into the school system!” admonished a teacher. “You’re lucky your parents are paying for upgrades in our security, otherwise you’d be in much more trouble.”

“I only changed their grades because they’re a bunch of rich bozos whose parents are paying for their grades,” quipped (Y/N), supremely unconcerned. The teacher blanched, obviously caught off guard by (Y/N)’s knowledge.

(Y/N) smirked at the projection. That had been one of her finest moments. She didn’t understand why Mobius was focusing on her sneaking around people and rebelling, but it was much more enjoyable compared to watching her own pain. Even Loki seemed to agree, a tiny smirk quirking his lips at teenage (Y/N)’s headstrong attitude.

“You seem to get into trouble a lot,” remarked Mobius.

“Yeah, but I always get out of it,” said (Y/N).

The projection changed to (Y/N) sitting across from Director Fury in an interrogation room, her wrists handcuffed.

“You broke several laws and went head-to-head with someone extremely dangerous,” said Fury.

Slightly glitching onscreen, (Y/N) leaned forward. “I exposed the person who had my parents killed. Laws be damned if they can hide from justice with them.”

“Luckily for you, we have a proposition,” said Fury as the clip paused.

“Is that when you ended up working for SHIELD?” asked Mobius.

(Y/N) crossed her arms. “Unfortunately, it was that or jail. You tell me which one you’d choose.”

The scene changed to (Y/N) sitting at a desk where Dr. Selvig worked. She watched as Fury spoke with Selvig.

“Why are we trying to harness so much energy?” asked the holographic (Y/N).

“Classified,” said Fury as he walked away.

Smirking, (Y/N) just opened her computer and hacked into the “classified” files.

“Didn’t they learn you’d keep hacking?” asked Loki curiously.

(Y/N) smiled as she watched the projection. “Oh, they tried to improve their security, but…I always got back in.”

Finally, the hologram depicted a scene (Y/N) and Loki both knew. They stood on the balcony of the Stark Tower. (Y/N) held the glowing staff in her hands across from Loki.

“You can’t stop this. You’re just one defenseless mortal,” said the projected Loki.

“Defenseless?” (Y/N) leveled the staff at Loki, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. “I don’t think so.” The projection paused, obviously finished.

“Alright, so what was the point of that?” asked (Y/N), looking to Mobius. “Doing some psychological deep-dive on Mr. Glorious Purpose over here makes sense, but I don’t see what my habit of rebellion has to do with anything.”

Mobius smiled. “Just confirming something for myself. I’m not familiar with your file yet.”

(Y/N) deadpanned. He has some other motives here…I just need to figure out what. Obviously has some connection to my, well, mischievous tendencies.

“Now.” Mobius turned a page in his file and looked up at Loki. “Let’s talk about your escapes. Just like she’s good at getting out of trouble, you’re good at doing awful things and then just getting away.”

“What can I say? I’m a mischievous scamp,” said Loki sarcastically.

Mobius, undeterred by Loki’s annoyed tone, turned on another clip. “This is one of my favorites.”

(Y/N) watched in astonished amusement as the entire story of D. B. Cooper played out before her with Loki starring. “You were D. B. Cooper?! Oh my god,” She laughed.

“I was young, and I lost a bet to Thor,” grumbled Loki. “Where was the TVA when I was meddling with these affairs of man?”

“We were right there with you, just surfing that Sacred Timeline,” said Mobius.

“So that had the Time-Keepers’ seal of approval, did it?” questioned Loki.

“Well, I wouldn’t think of it in terms of approval and disapproval,” said Mobius.

“Really, cause I would,” said (Y/N).

“Let’s get back to escapes,” said Mobius. “And a little psychobabble for both of you.”

“Oh, great,” groaned (Y/N).

“What is it that you two think that you’re really running from?” asked Mobius.

“Enough.” Loki stood up forcefully.

Sighing, Mobius fiddled with a device and reset Loki to his chair. “Back in your cage. See, I can play heavy with the keys, too.”

“I was just standing up to make a point,” said Loki.

“Right, and if I was on that computer—” (Y/N) nodded to the device on Mobius’s desk “—I would just be checking my email.”

“You can still do it,” offered Mobius.

“It won’t be as meaningful now,” muttered Loki.

“Okay, well, stay seated,” said Mobius.

“I’ll do what I want to do!” declared Loki.

(Y/N) bit her lip to keep from laughing. When he wasn’t half-mind-controlled by the scepter or trying to take over Earth, he didn’t seem to be that bad.

“Sure,” said Mobius as Loki stood up and began pacing.

“What exactly is it that you want from us?” questioned Loki.

“I want you to be honest about why you do what you do. Both of you—” Mobius looked at (Y/N) “—act all tough and strong and avoid the parts of yourself you can’t handle.” (Y/N) frowned.

“Liar, you just want to manipulate us like everyone else,” said Loki.

“I’m serious!” Mobius looked between the pair. “All I seek is a deeper understanding of the fearsome God of Mischief and the eternal rebel. What makes you tick?”

(Y/N) didn’t say a word. She was too busy questioning herself. All I do is go with what’s happening around me. I’ve only ever really fought for something twice. When my parents died, I devoted myself to finding out who killed them. And it felt great to have a purpose and reach my goal. Then I was just drifting for years. I only got back on track for a brief time when fighting Loki…so why do I do what I do? I have no real purpose…I guess that’ll be my next step. “Find a purpose.” She nearly groaned out loud. Oh, god, now I’m getting all philosophical and shit.

Loki scoffed and looked around himself. “I know what this place is.”

“What is it?” questioned Mobius.

“It’s an illusion,” said Loki.

“It’s a cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear,” said Loki. “A desperate attempt at control. Now, you all parade about as if you’re the divine arbiters of powers in the universe.”

“We are,” said Mobius.

“You shouldn’t be,” said (Y/N).

“You’re not,” said Loki. “My choices are my own.”

“Your choice is your own. Good, let’s go with that,” said Mobius. He pressed a key on his computer. “I think this one’s gonna fire you up.”

The projection showed Loki stalking through the crowed in Stuttgart.

“The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for power,” the hologram said.

“Precisely,” said Loki. “I was…” He trailed off for a moment. “I am on the verge of acquiring everything I am owed, and when I do it, it’ll be because I did it. Not because it was supposed to happen. Or because you or the Time Variance Authority, or whatever it is you call yourselves, allowed me to. Honestly, your pathetic. You’re an irrelevance. A detour. A footnote to my ascent.”

(Y/N) stood up, sending her chair clattering to the floor. “Is that what New York? What all those deaths were?! A footnote?”

Mobius took a step back; he didn’t want to get in the middle of this.

Loki gritted his teeth and raised his chin. “A stepping-stone to my throne.”

“How many stepping-stones will it take for you to have all the power you crave?!” hissed (Y/N).

“As many as needed,” retorted Loki.

“So you’re playing god, then?”

“I am a god.”

“Oh, really?” (Y/N) took a step forward towards Loki and continued, “Then where do you get off criticizing this place—” she gestured to the TVA building “—for playing ‘god’ when that’s exactly what you want to do?! Where do you get off thinking you have a right to rule over others?”

“I was born to be king,” said Loki, steeling his features and continuing to act tough.

“King of what? Asgard? Jotunheim?” questioned (Y/N). When Loki’s jaw clenched, she smirked. “What? Didn’t think I’d figure that out? You were called Laufeyson, and Laufey’s a Frost Giant from Jotunheim. I know Norse Mythology.”

“But you know nothing about me,” hissed Loki, taking a step nearer to her threateningly.

“Really? Because I know you’re just a scared little boy who doesn’t know what to do with himself,” spat (Y/N).

“A bit like yourself, I’d imagine. Just a little, human girl who has no purpose in life and will always end up controlled by others because of it,” said Loki. He sneered. “You might get out of trouble, but you always end up under people’s thumbs, don’t you? You’ll always be someone’s pawn, no matter what you d—!”

(Y/N) punched him in the face. She nearly continued her assault, but Mobius rushed over and held her back.

            “Hey! Little help in here!” he called to the guard outside. Once the officer came in, Mobius instructed him to take (Y/N) to another room to wait. He was smart enough to separate the pair for now.

            “Thank you,” said Loki as (Y/N) left. “At least someone here is a bit civilized.”

            “Actually,” said Mobius, “I think she had the right idea. You should start taking things more seriously. Your actions have consequences.”

#portal to my heart #mcu loki #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #mcu fic #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #loki series #loki tv #loki show

[ziracona]

Hello! I just finished reading your DBD fic “In Living Memory.” It’s been a long, long time since I’ve read any fan fiction, but me and my GF have gotten really into DBD recently, and you did such a great job expanding on the lore of this game, one where the story is mostly hidden in perk descriptions lol.

I loved the amount of research and care for the source material that went into it, and it’s really cool you shared your process! Thank you for writing this story. Anytime I’m fighting against the Wraith I’m always gonna feel a bit less sacred of him.

(I do have one question though. In your fic, Does a certain game company create a certain game based on the events of the Survivors? How would they react to it? :,) )

Again, thanks for writing this! It’s been a couple years, but it was such a joy to read! I’m waaaay more invested in these characters now than I was before reading. Thank you for that!! ^u^

Thank you so much for sending this! It really means a lot to me. The research is a big part of the process, so I’m very happy when people enjoy that and the notes too. : ) and, of course, I’m very glad it increased your love of Philip.

To me it still all feels recent haha. I guess in the grand scheme anyway, it is. To answer your question: Fascinating one! Least expected question since someone asked if ST was just based on historical events in that universe. Hmmm. DbD itself is /not/ made. However, while I’m not certain enough to say it’s a sure thing myself, it seems quite likely someone would make a game loosely enough based on the legends to avoid the worst of outright lawsuits. I think it would be more of a cult favorite than a massive title like in our timeline if so. Most of the survivors would despite the hell out of it for, well, trivializing, capitalizing on, and objectifying the worst events of their life for consumer joy. But Min would think it was funny as fuck and if there was a character loosely inspired by her, play religiously under her recognizable GamerTag and just fucking dominate the entire underground cult game tiered competitions. Everyone would be slightly annoyed by this, but mostly slightly amused too because it’s very Min. — that’s my best guess for if something similar was made! It could happen. 🤔 Just not sure.

Thank you again so much for writing me, and I’m incredibly happy you enjoyed my story. It’s part of my heart.

#ask #heir-of-hope #dead by daylight #In Living Memory (fic) #In Living Memory

[estheticallychallengedmuses]

thoughts on the tva @sylvie

"Hey there! It's your friendly neighborhood Sylvie, Goddess of Mischief and all-around chaos magnet. Just a heads up, if you're not careful, I might cause a nexus event just by saying hello. But don't worry, I'm always in control. Mostly. Now as for my thoughts about the tva it's a bit complicated but the best way to put it is that the TVA is the worst. A bureaucratic nightmare that claims to protect the sacred timeline, but they really just use time to stamp out any reality they don't like. I've seen the inside of their prisons, and it's horrifying. They erase minds with ease, so be careful if you ever go up against them. They're ruthless, but I'm even worse."

#loki rp #mcu #marvel rp #Loki rp #sylvie laufeydottir #loki show #loki series #roleplay #anon #answered

[hxyxkaa]

Heyo! heres a lil sneak peek of whats to come as well as muse info for you all!

with a full overview on Eshu. 

Specifically Full/Final Form Eshu; but it covers all the bases since final form encompasses all his lower forms.

Intro

Full Name Eshu (God of Chaos and Mimicry) Heyoka (The opposition / Fool of the Sacred one)

Nicknames  Heyoka (Given name by the earthly realm gods/the titan), God of Deceit, Child of the Stars, The Collector, The Grand Hunsman, Jinx / Ruse / Plum (self given to his forms), God of Mimicry, Crayola bitch (Cottage), The Bogeyman (Cottage), Fuckface (Asra), 

Preferred name: Eshu

Age: Unknown, several millions of years old.

Status: Sealed away somewhere in the multiverse. His is the only form that cannot be released the traditional way. 

Gender && Pronouns: Nonbinary / Agender (He/Him / They/Them)

Species: Celestial God

Orientation(s): Aromantic/Asexual

Occupation: God of Mimicry and Lunar Magicks

Location: Currently Unknown, sealed away

Appearance

Hair: White but tends to take on tints of blue, purple etc.

Eyes: Red

Complexion: Colorful

Height: 4’11 but they can change their height at will. Mimic form is much larger 10+ feet tall or more.

Build: Short.

Distinguishing Marks: Split colors down the center of his face, resembling the sun/moon motif he’s known for. His sun and moon symbolism. In his mimic form, the jester motif and mask.

Paragraph of physical traits: Eshu is a being with many forms. It is said his most common form  is his weakest, his shadow selves. These forms are dark billowing figures halved by the sun and moon. His secondary form is his most favored and most common, one of innocence and a farce to give the illusion of naivety and passiveness; A childlike form in a jumper, crescent moon across his face and the adornings of a court jester. His most powerful form, is his true form, a creature of mimicry and imbalance, a creature who can tear space and time. A long and lanky beast with the mask of a jester and claws said to rip apart stars and tear space itself apart.

Etc: Your mom

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Nuetral 

Prejudices: Titans, mortals, anyone who doesn’t want to play his games, People with bad fashion sense, boring people, His own followers sometimes tbh.

Attitudes: Full form Eshu is at best, unpredictable and at worst dangerous. He is a mix of all of his lower forms in personality and while he gets their best traits, he also gets their worst. Meaning he can be gregarious, playful and cute one minute and aggressive , selfish and cruel the next. He is all of them, he is Eshu’s truth. He is the most powerful, and the most unpredictable. Therefore, the most dangerous version of this god to encounter. This is the version of him who would seal the titans fate thousands of years earlier.

Positive Traits: Gregarious, ‘Friendly’, Playful, Excitable, Confident, Imaginative, Bold, Charming, Charismatic, Happy (most of the time), Intelligent, optimistic, Persuasive Negative traits: Selfish, Possessive, Dishonest, Lazy, Greedy, Jealous, Arrogant, Impatient, Obsessive, Impatient, Impulsive, Cruel at times, Stubborn, Obnoxious

Background

Birthplace: The cosmos –made of stardust.

Parents: None. They simply are.

Significant other: Eshu does not know what this is. The most significant other he has is Asra, his marked.

Friends: Asra. He doesn’t do other friends. ( He thinks Lamby is cool shhh)

Enemies: Eshu doesn’t really do enemies either, but Titans are certainly contenders.

Religion: He is the religion. Belos also sorta kinda, but he doesn’t find belos important enough to get that role.

Beliefs: Everything is a game. Everything. Also fully choreographed musical numbers when hes on his nonsense and destroying timelines, this is very important.

Superstitions: He’s unsurprisingly pretty paranoid about Titans and Being trapped.

Pets:  Does Asrie count? Oh. Plum has a capybara too so theres that.

Education: Any education he has is a higher learning from the celestial realm. A poor student I’m sure.

Noteable skills: Somehow being able to come up with a game on a whim, and a musical number for any occasion. Also theres the whole being able to bend space and stars to his whims thing too.

Languages: Anything he set his mind to speaking—but thats assuming he’d want to. He can also speak the language of celestial beings.

Abilities: Lunar Magics, Time Magics, Control over Astral and Celestial planes. He’s incredibly and incomprehensibly powerful. He is also much more proficient in Solar magicks than anyone in the realm of mortals. A child of the stars, they are able to manipulate magic to their will and create new magic.

A song that represents them: Duality by set it off

PSYCHOLOGY

Fears: Being sealed away? I guess thats a fear. He’s pretty fearless with most things. He will /ACT/ Like hes afraid of something if it’s a role he wants to take. Or if it benefits him. As a being theres very little to fear with the amount of power he holds at their fingertips.

Secrets: He likes to try and keep his mimic form secret to most mortals, because he likes fooling them. He enjoys being seen as naive and innocent. && They enjoy being able to use this to his advantage.

IQ. He’s rather intelligent despite how he acts sometimes. They aren’t to be underestimated.

Eating Habits: Eshu doesn’t really need to eat but if he does it, its candy, sweet and junk. Nutrition isn’t something he cares about. They will even eat inedible stuff.

Food Preferences: Again, junk. Probably planets if you let him.

Sleeping Habits: Eshu doesn’t need sleep either, though he CAN sleep. His marked has actually allowed him to experience sleep. Though he swears he hates it. Some forms sleep more than others. Final form’s sleep habits are a dice roll.

Music Preferences Anything that makes him look good and is a bop to tear timelines apart to. Each form has more specific tastes, Final form has all of them.

Leader or Follower Leader. He’s a god. Even if he ‘follows’ someone its for his own selfish reasons.

Planner or spontaneous Spontaneous. He’ll get someone else to plan for him. Though he CAN plan, when its really important.

Hobbies Mimic Magic, Lunar Magic, Chaos, Singing, Dancing, GAMES GAMES GAMES, Spending time with his marked, Destruction, making new followers. Fashion, Asrie again, Having all the drip, Memes.

How do they relax: He hasn’t had an ounce of chill for THOUSANDS of years my guy.

What Excites them: Games, Chaos, Mimicry, Jokes, Music, Being Worshiped, His marked, getting what he wants, Pocket dimensions, Cool outfits.

What Stresses them:  Being trapped, not being able to use their powers, Having to deal with BORING people, Actually having to FIGHT, Fight. (note: do not underestimate them they can and will get violent if they are given reason)  Ugh. Titans, and most earthly realm gods. Not having DRIP??? Not being able to play games. Not having it THEIR way.

Pet Peeves: Games being ruined, Being bored,  Being talked down to, being told no. A disobedient marked, having anything negative said about them. His annoying followers (IM LOOKING AT YOU PUNI ICKI)

Prejudices: Titans.

Obsessions: His marked, drip, games, musicals only his though.

Addictions: His marked, Games.

Ambitions: To have complete control over the earthly realm as well as the celestial, and have the multiverse remade in his image. To get rid of all Titans by killing the last living titan in the multiverse.

OTHER:

Talents: His sheer power, his fashion sense, his singing voice, his skill at his games, his influence and charisma.

Prized Possession: Asra.

Special Place: His temple. It’s his happy place and his favorite place to play games.

#;About Muse #;Final Form #▌ ║𝒪𝒻 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈 && 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 ║ ▌;Eshu

[reikumaz]

hiii there,,! just wanted to say how much i love your writing! but you also seem rly cool and sweet so i wanted to ask about YOU! you obviously like rei but who are your other faves? what are your favorite songs, units, shuffles,,, smfnekdkdksksksk stuff like that. sorry if this is weird, you don’t have to answer but you seem so cool, i read your responses and i just want to be your friend /gen

HII ANON…. this is so sweet omg ^^ <3…. am but a humble writer who enjoys interacting with my fellow reiP !!! i would love to make friends with all reiP !

now for your questions! im Gonna put them under the cut because i feel like this will be long lol. and it was long. i am back and it was long !!! thank you for this ask !!

THE OTHER PEOPLE I PRODUCE…….

im valkyrieP…… i feel like being a valkP goes hand in hand with being a reiP. the aesthetics just match up. but not only that, their DYNAMIC ITSELF…. everything that is going on between mika and shu……. idek, it’s just very compelling to me, when i was reading their stories i kinda hated shu but the more it progressed and i grasped his character, i literally fell in love with this guy. im a big fan of imperfection, i don’t think everything has to be black and white. and shu is so incredibly human… i just loved witnessing his development, it had to be one of my favorite things ever. and then mika’s too like GAH. I LOVE THEM. AND ADD EX VALK INTO THE MIX. OH MY GOD. the entire valk timeline is a true masterpiece.

and then my other faves are natsume ( he is my second fave idk why i put valk first although i love valk an abnormal amount ), literally all the eccentrics… after reading meteor impact, i fell in love w kanata and he is also a very interesting personality. and wataru too of course.

and my sons. my sons are yuta, hinata, kohaku, and hiiro. so cute T__T !!!!

then characters i just think are hot are madara and rinne. worst part about this is they are also incredibly interesting characters, especially rinne!!! like the amount of depth with these two is insane, everyime they appear in a story im like what is up with these guys !!! but they are also eye candy. sorry.

i love them all so much !!!! it’s so hard to rank them. but rei and natsume will always be my number one and two ^__^ !!!

for units! i seem biased but my top three are undead, valkyrie, and 2wink in that order. tbh i have never heard a bad song by any of these units, i will never skip a song by any of them their music is just SOOOO GOOD.

now you’re thinking. writer, where is switch. okay i love switch’s songs and i love natsume, and i love their little found family dynamic. WHICH YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD PRODUCE THEM…… buuuut… scratches head. i have a huge affinity for natsume while the other two members.. are kinda buried beneath a bunch of other characters so i would feel like a fake saying i produce switch when i do not have the same amount of emotions for them all.

it’s the same for ryusetai. love kanachia and their kids. but im just not diehard enough about them to produce them Q__Q !!!!

my favorite songs boy oh boy !! there are so many songs lemme try and condense this.

every undead song ever. ( my most played: forbidden rain!!!!!!!, valentine’s eve nightmare, immoral world, gates of abyss, honey milk wa okonomi de, literally every song. )

every valk song ever. ( my most played: enthralling theater!!!!!!!, uruwashi no nightingale, sacred youth’s game, acanthe )

i could write an entire essay about each of these valk songs. i really could. ESPECIALLY. uruwashi no nightingale and sacred youth’s game. whoever hired the voices for shmk needs the biggest pay raise of all time because their voice actors voices together will never fail to give me emotions i have never felt before. and when you throw nazuna’s voice in there….. shakes my head and starts crying and laughing…….. they all compliment each other SO WELL…… i am so genuinely in love with shu and mika’s voices, and it only gets better when you PUT THEM TOGETHER GOD.

every 2wink song ever BUT ESPECIALLY !!!!! fighting dreamer, polyphonic world, lemon squash cheer, and the best ever….. trick with treat. i don’t even know where it ranks but it is for sure competing for the number one spot.

and most of alkaloid’s songs but especially hysteric humanoid and believe 4 leave

and some misc songs !!! moonlight disco, zealous shooting ninja scrolls, galaxy destiny, usa 💀, fallin love equals wonderland, noir neige, death game holic, =eye=… there’s many more but u get the gist here !

then for the best song ever.

BLOODY MOON VAMPIRE. OH MY GOD…. im very big fan of jazz. AND REI’S VOICE… FALLS TO THE GROUND….. god his voice actor has the voice of a siren i swear if i heard this song in the middle of nowhere, i would follow it no matter how dangerous the destination was. his voice is just so smooth and TEMPTING…… whoever casted him also deserves a pay raise because his voice is just. so. rei. this is just how rei should sound, it was just so perfect i cannot handle it. i understand why rei sakuma had so many people under his spell. obviously. (looks at my shrine dedicated to him

#i am not normal Abt my interests #do you guys still think im cool and sexy be honest #THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS.. THIS WAS A BIT FUN TO RAMBLE ABT #letters to the castle