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holdmytesseract · 8 months

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Hey bestiee, How are you doing?

It been soo long I know 😅, how about loki taking care of the reader while she is struggling with studying for exams?

No pressure!

Lots of love❤

Professor Laufeyson

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Loki makes sure you take a break during studying. Being the supportive boyfriend he is, he even helps you study - kinda.

Warnings: studying? some stress, slight panic, fluff and a lot of sexy stuff/steamy hot times/suggestive smut

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: I have now two weeks off! Yaaay! 🥳 And to celebrate that, I'm gonna give you this... And this turned out smuttier than I thought, but well... 👀 I'm not complaining - and I'm certain you guys are not complaining as well. 👀 Enjoy! Especially you, my friend @simping-for-marvel !

P.s. I hope you all's 'muscle memory' is working, 'cause there's a scene in there who is even better when you're able to connect the dots. 😏

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"Ugh..." You groaned; rubbing your temples with both hands. Why was studying such a pain in the ass? Why am I even doing this to myself? You asked yourself; on the verge of despair. Right... Because my stupid ass wanted to become a teacher...

Reminding the words of your best friend - no pain, no gain - you took a deep breath and kept on going. You tried so hard to get the information of the various texts and formulas inside your head - but you couldn't. Your brain was already so stuffed full and fogged up, you couldn't do that anymore. It was like trying to squeeze your foot in a way too small shoe.

Impossible.

And hence, the stuff you had to learn for the exam wasn't even difficult! 'Just' some basic knowledge! You should know that already! But right now, you felt like you couldn't even calculate what was one plus one...

Another desperate groan left your lips. It didn't help. You needed to keep going. You had to.

Unbeknownst to you - yet, summoned the groan which left your lips your boyfriend, who was just down the hall in the living room; casually sitting on the sofa, reading. His ears literally perked up at the sound of his lover seemingly falling into despair. Closing his book shut, he stood up and made his way towards your little study.

Knocking gently on the door, "Darling?" Loki stepped cautiously inside - only to find you hunched over your desk; almost tearing your hair out. The god's eyebrows slanted. Seeing you like this caused his heart to ache - and he knew exactly what the problem was... "Darling..." He said once more; approaching you. "Y/N..." The moment his gentle hands touched your back; you flinched. You were so zoned out and lost inside the impossible task ahead, that you didn't even notice Loki.

"Shhh, my love, it's just me." You turned around in your chair to face him; forcing a smile on your face. "Hey..." You saw the look on his face, and before he could say something, you lunged forward to kiss him.

Then you quickly turned in your chair again and focused on the notes in front of you. Loki said nothing, just watched you 'work' for a few minutes. His gaze was critical. Something you didn't notice.

Suddenly you felt his hands on your back again, but this time, they were sliding lower; coming to rest on your hips. He leaned in closer; causing you to feel his warm, minty breath against the shell of your ear. "You need a break, darling. I can see that."

You immediately shook your head. "I can't, Lokes. I have to keep on studying. Unless, I won't pass the exam." Your boyfriend's eyebrow lifted - also something you weren't able to see, before he started to smile mischievously.

He leaned even closer; pressing his lean, but strong chest against your shoulder blades. He started to kiss and gently nip on the skin of your neck. You knew what he was trying now - and you tried with all your willpower to resist, but when Loki started to softly bite you, only to soothe the stinging pain with his cool tongue, your walls were crumbling down. You closed your eyes; fighting the urge to moan. "L-Loki, s-stop, I-" "Oh, no, no..." He interrupted you; grip tightening on your hips. "You're taking a break, darling. Now. I don't want you to have a breakdown. Come on." His words were stern, yet filled with love. He only wanted the best for you - and you knew it. So, you gave in. You would've given in anyway, if he'd have continued to kiss you like that...

Sighing with a nod, you turned around in the chair once more and let your boyfriend scoop you up into his arms.

Loki carried you out of the study and into the living room, where he let you down gently on the sofa. "I'll make you some tea, alright? You need to stay hydrated. That's very important - and like I know you, you haven't drunk enough water today." Your cheeks reddened softly. You gave him an apologetic smile; subtly telling him that he was right. The god just shook his head, "Oh my love..." before he disappeared into the kitchen.

About ten minutes later, he returned with a steaming cup of tea and a big glass of water. "Water to stay hydrated; tea for relaxation." He handed you the water first - which you gulped down within seconds. You definitely needed that. Placing the tea on the little table beside the sofa, Loki joined you. It was an invitation for you to immediately cuddle close against him. The god welcomed you with opened arms and a soft chuckle. "And you said you didn't want to take a break..." "Well... You never said that the break included cuddling with you..." You answered; while burying your face in his shoulder. "Study breaks always include cuddles." Loki argued; pulling you closer and pressing a kiss on your head. "Rest now, my love." And you did.

Just when you were on the verge of dozing off, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Loki immediately said; gently shoving you off of him and standing up. No five minutes later, he returned with two white boxes, causing your eyes to widen. "You ordered pizza?" Your boyfriend smiled; joining you once again. "Of course, I did, my love. You haven't eaten much today - and your body needs food to keep the energy up. Means in conclusion. No food, no concentration, and without concentration no studying." You dug immediately in the pizza; smiling brightly. "You're the best, baby. Thank you so much." "Anything for you, darling."

The cuddling resumed after the delicious meal you and Loki had - and it came how it had to come... You dozed off; slept in on Loki's comfortable chest - which caused you to wake up in a bit of panic, since you wanted to use way more of this day to study...

"Ohh fuck..." You cursed, as you looked on your watch. Your shifting and moving woke up the god as well, of course. "Darling, what-" "I wanted to take more time to learn and now we dozed off... It's almost 8 p.m!" You wanted to stand up, but Loki stopped. "Y/N... Don't panic, alright? We got this. I'll help you."

You frowned at his words. Help me? How? With a snap of his fingers appeared your notes in his lap. "Lay back down, my love. Get comfortable. Relax and just listen."

Loki knew how much you loved his voice. That was one reason why he always read to you. Now, he'd make use of this to help you study - and oh boy, nothing - absolutely nothing could've prepared you for this...

Your boyfriend cleared his throat and started to read your notes to you. "Einstein's theory of relativity is E equals mc squared." You blinked as soon as the formula had slipped past his lips. "This means that energy equals mass, times the speed of light... squared." Loki lowered his voice into an almost rough, husky tone, causing your whole body to sizzle. Never before had someone made math sound so sexy. It was obscenely erotic... And it was just the beginning...

"The Pythagorean equation is a squared plus b squared equals c squared. This means that for all right-angled triangles, the square on the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides." The god continued; watching from the corner of his eyes, how you shifted almost uncomfortably beside him. The way you squeezed your legs together didn't slip his notice either. He smirked. Just how he wanted.

You were positively a hot, aroused mess at the end of his 'reading session'. How could you not? The way he accentuated the words literally caused your ovaries (and various other things) to explode...

"PI is the circumference divided by the diameter of any circle. It's impossible to know the exact value, but PI is approximately 3,1-" Before Loki could finish to read the last note, you interrupted him. You just couldn't take it anymore. He definitely helped you to anchor the formulas inside your brain, but maths was the last thing you could think about now.

You turned around and quickly snatched your notes out of the god's hands.

"Darling, what...?" Your boyfriend feigned innocence, but the mischievous glimmer in his eyes betrayed him. Literally throwing the paper sheets away on the other side of the sofa, you bit your lip. "We need to test my knowledge, baby, and not just 'read through it'." You said, placing both your palms on his thick, muscular, grey sweatpants clad thighs; rubbing them up and down. Loki got the hint, of course and smiled smugly. "Ahh, I see. You are absolutely right, darling. We should definitely test your knowledge." "Mhh, we should. Ask me a question and I tell you the answer." "Glady," Loki purred; enjoying your touch so close to where he wished your hands to be.

"What's the formula for Einstein's theory of relativity?" You smiled; not stopping your hands from caressing his clothed thighs. "Easy. E equals mc squared." Loki nodded, before he had to suppress as small groan as your hands almost hit home. "Mhm...V-Very good, darling. N-Next question."

"What is the meaning of the Pythagorean equation?" You bit your lip again. "It means that for all right-angled triangles, the square on the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides - almost like this triangle here," you whispered seductively and smiled; while the tip of your pointer finger traced the obvious tent in Loki's sweatpants. It caused the god to shiver; breath hitching in his throat. He definitely needed a moment to recover from that sudden, delicious move - but then, he smirked. "Indeed. Although I believe that it's going to be an even more perfect triangle in just a few minutes." You couldn't help the small giggle which escaped your lips. "Oh, I absolutely believe that. What's next, professor Laufeyson?"

The term you just used send Loki's arousal almost skyrocketing. His jaw clenched; hands turning to fists. He needed more. More friction. More contact. More you. So, he reached out his arms; hands landing on your sides - and before you could do or say something against it, Loki had pulled you in to sit on his lap. You moaned; feeling more now as well.

"The last question is," your boyfriend started; tightening his grip on your hips. "For what do you need PI?" "C-Circles," you gasped; palms landing on his strong chest to steady yourself. "Circles?" Loki asked further. You nodded half-heartedly and started to move your hips - in a circle, making the both of you groan. "Mhhh, yesss..." Loki hissed; throwing his head back and exposing his neck to you. His veins pulsated; raven curls spilling over the back rest of the sofa. "Exactly, darling. You did perfectly - but I'd like to... deepen our studying a bit. Preferably without our clothes on." You smiled and leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on his lips. "Ohh, what a tempting offer, professor... I'd love that."

Now you were (still) laying on the sofa, but on your side, with Loki's naked chest pressed against your bare back. He had his arm protectively slung around your middle and was fast asleep. You could tell by his deep and even breathing.

You pulled the blanket Loki's seidr had manifested around the both of you closer; bathing in the warmth Loki and the cosy blanket offered. Your notes were still laying abandoned on the other side of the sofa and they would probably stay there until tomorrow morning. Well... That wasn't exactly how you planned this, but yeah... You didn't complain either. Maths could be indeed sexy.

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starssunsoftheinfinite · 1 year

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Yandere!Loki x Cat!Male reader Chapter 3

warnings : none

Names used : Y/N, 'my darling', 'pet', 'my sweet boy', 'mine', 'little pet'

comfort. its not suuuper hinted at but in the comfort scene, Loki is meant to be using some magic to help with it which is why you give in so quickly.

Read over by me and corrected with the help of an app.

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It wasn't long before you, Loki, and Heimdall stood ready for your travel. Loki had said his goodbyes and you had no one to say goodbye to so you happily went on your way. Well, mostly happily. You still had this horrible nagging feeling about stepping foot onto Mindguard. It was… embarrassing. You were the best thief in the galaxy, you had stolen from the collector for goodness sake! Why would being on that tiny planet bring you any fear? It was completely irrational. Your ears laid flat against your head as you watched Heimdall turn the key and-

The air was familiar and yet foreign, cooling on your skin and the bird song overhead was beautiful but its beauty did not sway your paranoia. You shouldn't be here. You don't know why but something tells you you should not be here.

"Yes, it's quite lovely here isn't it!" The booming voice broke you out of your thoughts, your ears flattening once more and your nose wrinkling. Your eyes traveled upwards and you were greeted by a tall blonde man with broad shoulders and blue eyes. "Hello, Thor," Loki said as though he were forced to say it. Thor's eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he gave a firm nod "Brother. " He huffed before turning his attention back to you. You were verging on a scowl, glancing at Loki before looking back to the Asgardian ray of sunshine beaming down at you. "You must be Y/N! Best cat burglar in the galaxy! I've been excited to meet you ever since this was agreed on. I'm sure you will be of great help to the team" Thor never stopped smiling as he spoke and you wondered if his cheeks hurt yet. You heard Loki huff from beside you and without even looking you could tell he was rolling his eyes. "Do not get too comfortable, we will not be staying long. " Loki grumbled and you threw Thor an apologetic glance. He seemed like a nice man so you felt the need.

The compound was large and seemingly well-fortified. If you were planning to rob the place you certainly wouldn't be able to do it on a whim. Though you're sure with a little planning it would be a breeze. Luckily for them though, you are not here to burgle. You were led into a large lift with a window, allowing you to watch the ground become smaller and smaller, people watching all the way up. When it finally stopped you felt Loki's hand on your shoulder, urging you to move forward.

The room was spacious and clean. There was a man in purple sitting on a large armchair, a book in his hand. He was the only other person in the room so you stared for a moment, expecting a greeting. The man did not notice for an awkwardly long amount of time so Thor promptly stepped in. "This is Bruce! He is a scientist, very smart guy." Thor exclaimed, clearly frightening the man as he pat him on the head. "Hi." Bruce said with a nod. It was short but friendly, he seemed nice. Loki hummed though it was clear he was uninterested. "I do not wish to socialize, Thor. Please just take us to our rooms I've had a long day and it's not even noon." Loki complained. Thor nodded and led the two of you to a pair of rooms side by side with one another. "Loki you are on the left, and y/n is on the right. You have your own beds, snacks, bathrooms, the whole shabang!" Thor grinned. "shabang?" Loki echoed. "I learned it here in Midgard its a very fun word. " Thor said and Loki didnt bother prying any further.

Thor finally left the two of you to your own devices, each of you sitting in your respective rooms. It wasn't too bad, quite nice actually though you know Loki probably gasping at the lack of gold. You didn't mind the white walls and simple bed. It was quite a nice bed actually. You pressed your back into the soft sheets, taking a deep breath and letting yourself drop your guard for a moment. As the thrill of a new place and new people slowly drifted away, your mind was once again plagued with a strange tension. It was becoming more and more frustrating by the second. What was wrong why were you so upset? You let out a raspy and angry groan and stood up, kicking your foot against a set of drawers and having to catch the vase that tumbled off due to the disturbance. Your expressions of frustration were cut short by a knock at your door.

"Come in." You called and unsurprisingly Loki strode his way toward your bed. "I heard a bit of commotion. What is troubling you, pet?" He spoke and it was so soft and gentle. When he was with others he was rude and snarky but when the two of you were alone every word he spoke invited you in. You sat beside him, leaning back on your hands and staring at the floor. "I- mm." You began but then stopped, unsure of how to continue. You took a deep breath, tail curling around you as you brought your knees to your chest.

"Something about this place- Midguard it… it troubles me. Ever since you mentioned going I felt this nagging feeling. Like there's something here I should be scared of and the fact I don't know what to fear frightens me even more. " You spoke as clearly as you could, trying your best to express your complicated feelings. Loki hummed in understanding and laid himself on the bed, resting his head against the pillow and gesturing for you to come. "Come, lay with me. " He said and you were hesitant but obliged. You rested beside him and Loki promptly lifted you with ease, positioning you to lay your head against his chest. The pattern of his heartbeat soothed your worries if only a little. "I do not know what you fear. So I am afraid I cannot truly assist. But perhaps I can help you to let go of your thoughts for now. No need to think little pet, just listen. " Loki suggested and without a second thought, you leaned into the idea. Anything to make this horrible feeling go away.

You turn slightly, pressing your face into Loki's chest and Loki's hand finds itself buried in your hair. You breathed in his scent and the more you took in the more you curled up. "Oh, sweet thing… that's it. Relax." He hummed and with each word the room got quieter and quieter. Like the only noises that were important to hear were Loki's heartbeat and his voice. Your body felt heavy and soothed, you barely remembered what you were so worried about before, far too focused on Loki and his words. "My sweet boy, my darling. Mine." If you were able to have coherent thoughts you'd question such language. But despite the fact you barely knew the man, you allowed him to call you his. You wouldn't mind that. As the world finally drifted away, allowing you to melt against Loki and curl your tail around his waist, for the first time in a very long time you felt genuinely and truly safe.

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this one was real short and it was going to be longer, however the way I wanted it to go either meant leaving it here and saving the rest for chapter 4 or carrying on and making it way longer. I chose to split it up instead of dragging it out.

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chaos-monkeyy · 6 months

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❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

Tagged by @dewdropreader and @mirilyawrites , thank you!!

1. when did you post your first ever fanfic?

February 2019!

2. first character you wrote for:

Ben Jones my beloved (from Midsomer Murders)

3. main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

I don't know if I'm even allowed to answer this one 😂 Probably my own characters for original works, aside from that I really am just all over the map.. I'll say the ones I'm most likely to come back to regularly these days are Captain Pike, Mobius, and Dalinar Kholin (along with, y'know, people for them to get it on with).

4. character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Pike's sex toys 😏

But uhhh actual people I haven't already written? 🤔 I am still toying with the idea of writing a little Jordi x Erin scene for Who Is Erin Carter? but it's anyone's best guess whether I'll actually get around to it 🙈

5. fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

The main culprits lately have been Stormlight Archive, Star Trek Strange New Worlds, the Loki series, Stargate, and original fiction! Honorable mention to OFMD and Good Omens who've popped in there a couple times as well and may or may not continue to make occasional appearances 💖

6. platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

.....let's say Ortegas & Pike since I did technically write them recently 😆 and also I love them.

7. romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

All the things

Though let's be real, it's just straight up sexual pairings as opposed to romantic most of the time 🍾 But yeah, there's just.. so many to have fun with ✨

8. your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

PWP, Omorashi... and in third place is a three way tie between Masturbation, Watersports, and Blowjobs 😂

9. your current platform where you post your works

Fanfic:

Original work:

With occasional cross-posting between the two 😊

10. snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

..alright well here's hoping I do wind up actually finishing the big-dick-Mobius fic I started ages ago to go with @natendo-art 's hot fucking artwork 🙈

“May I?” Loki was asking— and he was trailing one hand downwards, fingers teasing along the line of Mobius’s belt.

Mobius’s breath caught in an embarrassing little whimper, but he nodded anyway, a little distracted from wondering… Should he tell Loki he didn’t have any idea what he was doing, not really? Should he keep quiet and hope maybe Loki wouldn’t notice how woefully inexperienced he was beyond his own hands? Or—

Mobius’s nervous train of thought was interrupted by Loki’s fingers finding his stiffened cock through his suit pants with a little squeeze—

…And then Loki stopped, pulled back, and stared at Mobius with wide eyes and a slightly shocked look.

“Wh… what is it?” Mobius asked, face flaming, instantly certain he’d done something wrong. “I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” Loki breathed, and to Mobius’s tentative relief, that slightly slack-jawed expression twisted up into a grin of delight instead. “My dear Mobius, you should definitely not be sorry about this.”

Tagging @trainofcommand , @d--dandelions , @cosmereplay , @might-be-a-lynx , @confuzing , @knight-of-skyloft , @cordeliaperry , @frankthesnek , @cuillere , and anyone else I missed who wants to do it - consider yourself tagged too! 💙

#tag games #multifandom #smut

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Bound Together

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

A bit of drama and old grudges but a good time.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You wave goodbye to Darling before she’s turned away by Loki. You linger near the elevator as they find their suite door. The night was supposed to go better than this. She wasn’t supposed to be trapped in the corner with Loki and there wasn’t supposed to be a fight.

The thought of the violent scene draws you back to Thor as he tugs on your arm, “it’s late, pet, let’s go.”

You shrug him away and cross your arms. You could be thankful he stood up for you but frustrated at his anger. He said he was over that. That he wouldn’t hurt anyone ever again. Even if Steve is a big fat jerk, Thor could’ve stopped sooner. The first hit was justified, the second was ego.

“What is it?” He settles his hand on your back instead as you walk along the hall.

You yawn and signal that you’re just tired. He sighs and you do too. He takes out your room card and opens the door, holding it open for you to enter ahead of him. The door clicks behind him and you quickly scurry away from him.

“I know you don’t like it when I get…”

“I don’t,” you say as you play with the charm at your wrist, the ruby that dangles from gold.

“It was on your behalf. To protect you.”

‘And what about Birdy? You didn’t care until he pushed me.’ You signal angrily with your fingers.

“Out loud,” he demands as he shoulders off his jacket.

You stomp your foot and face him, “you won’t help Darling, you won’t help Birdy, so why should I trust you’ll always help me?”

“I will always defend you. You are you. The only you.” He insists as he approaches you, loosing his tie and pulling it over his head.

“And they are my friends,” you cross your arms and pout.

“You hardly know them,” he tisks as he stops before you, making himself seem even bigger, “Bucky took care of Birdy. Darling makes no protests towards my brother–”

“Because he won’t let her,” you throw your hands up.

“Why should I bother? She is not my wife.”

“And neither am I,” you huff, “not yet.”

His brows drop down and his jaw clenches. He places his hand on the console table beside you and lets out a dangerous breath. He slowly looks away.

“Muffin…” he drags his hand off the silver frame and turns his back to you, unbuttoning his shirt as he paces the room, “there are certain things I haven’t explained.”

“What–” Your chest thumps at his mysterious tone, “things?”

“Asgardian ways. Rites.” He peels off his shirt and balls it up before hurling it into the armchair against the wall, “acts that cannot be taken back.”

You frown and sidle to sit on the velvet bench, your feet aching from the hours on them. You have a bad feeling. That sort you got the day before Thor took you away. That something was wrong. That you missed something dire.

“I’m not your wife,” you whisper and he winces as he faces you. The red stone at your wrist glows as you play with it.

“By Asgardian authority,” he exhales as he unbuckles his belt and nears the bed, “you are incorrect.”

“Asgardian…” your voice fizzles and you squint in confusion as the ruby gleams brighter, burning hot between your fingers until you hiss and let it hang from the chain. “Take it off.”

“I cannot,” his pants rustle as he steps out of them.

“You lied to me,” you lift your chin and raise your hands, as your jaw locks up. You continue with your signs. You jab your finger hard in his direction, ‘you lied. You! You promised me you would never–’

“I didn’t lie,” he ignores your gestures as he snarls. You drop your hands as you gulp. “I only couldn’t tell you because it kept you safe. You have my protection, as my wife. It is what you needed.”

You blink as your stomach lurches. How could he not tell you? He tricked you? What acts had you committed that bound you to him? That he didn’t coerce you into. How often he begged until you crumbled, coo until you agreed.

“And with my protection comes authority, so do not wallow and come to bed,” he demands.

You look at him, hollow and horrified. The stone sings against your wrist and you hiss, looking down at your flesh. The mark there startles you, a rune glowing gold in your flesh. His mark, Mjolnir.

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #sweet treats #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #mcu #marvel #avengers

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ltbarnes · 1 year

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Resurrection Chapter I

Summary: Bucky Barnes was only nineteen when the lives of his parents and little sister were taken right in front of him by the ruthless members of the Odinson mob. His father’s mistakes have turned Bucky into a vengeful and cold shell of the charming boy he once was, now deeply rooted in the criminal lifestyle of the Stark mafia. Sudden attacks ignite the conflict between the two forces of the city, refueling the rivalry that has been rather tame for years. Nine years since Bucky’s life fell apart, he finds it shattering once more when what was supposed to be long dead returns to the living.

Pairing: brother!mafia!Bucky Barnes x adopted!sister!reader, mafia!Thor Odinson x reader, mafia!Loki Odinson x reader, eventual Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: violence, language, mentions of death of family members and murder, talk of trauma and injuries, blood

A/N: first chapter!! i really recommend that you read the prologue before this though, since a lot of background information is revealed about Bucky and what happened prior to this chapter. makes it all easier in the future <3 he’s a real grump in the beginning but bare with him!! it’s going to get soft and protective!! also if anyone wants to be added to the tag list just write to me!

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

PROLOGUE

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"Where the fuck did you put my holster?!" a voice calls out, booming through the space, forcing hairs to stand up straight and birds to flee the sky. "Barnes! I will cut off your dick and make fucking tartar out of it!"

It's hard to understand for some that so much violence can be packed into such a small figure. For many Natasha Romanoff is hard to understand in her entirety, but Bucky thinks it's so inevitably obvious. Of course that little redhead is the one running around killing Stark's enemies and making the murder scene look like a piece of art pulled out of Mus��e D'Orsay.

And it was a long time ago that he understood that the words spilling out of her mouth don't actually mean anything. Not when it comes to him, or Pietro or Wanda or Clint or Yelena. Bleeding scratches, purple bruises that last for weeks and sprained ankles come with the friendship—but his dick will be in behold for the foreseeable future, at least.

The holster is thrown at her face a dozen of seconds later, the usual indifferent expression stuck on Bucky's face. He doesn't acknowledge her anymore than that, she doesn't say anything in response. A mission is waiting for them just around the corner and small talk has no space in the hour before something like that.

Like so many times before, he weaves the shoelaces across and straight over his combat boots that are in desperate need of a wash. He's had them ever since his days in the military. It's something Sam gives him shit for—that he's somehow trying to relive his days as a sergeant—but the birdbrain doesn't know how damn practical they are while breaking noses and smashing in people's heads.

"What did this one do?" Bucky mutters, throwing the door open while stomping over towards the sleek black car parked on the other side of the street. Stark really needs to realize that the expensive cars he throws around to his henchmen need to be deep-cleaned after each use. Blood soaks the seats to their very core, stains the windows and console and steering wheel.

"Fucking spy. Caught selling intel about our shipments to Banner," Natasha answers, ripping the car door open before sliding into the passenger seat.

Bucky grunts, shaking his head to rid himself of the strands hanging over his eyes. The car quietly comes to life, taking the two of them away on the streets with one of Bucky's hands on the wheel.

Him and Natasha never talk particularly much. Not that he has anything against her—in contrary to that, actually—but there's just not anything to be said. They can read each other with only a breath, a flick of their hand, a mannerism. Both of them have been forced and molded into picking up on every little detail surrounding them through the years. It's merely a habit at this point.

"Moved the 1:30 on Tuesday, then?" he asks, taking a turn to the right.

"Yeah. Stark wasn't feeling keen on having a run in with Thor and his men on a weekday."

To this day, on each time, Bucky has a hard time remembering how to breathe when he hears their names. Anything with a connection to the people that took everything from him steals his functions away. And it's hard living like that in this business. The Odinsons are all you hear about when you live in a town partly controlled by the notorious family and their loyal men.

The rest of the ride is quiet. Natasha is well aware of his past. Everyone is. Not because he told them, but because things like that get spread around in this world Bucky's found himself in. They knew even before he stepped foot in Stark's territory. And now, when he's family, his bloodlust is theirs and the tragedy of your murder lays heavy on all shoulders.

It's not a secret that Bucky has a shitstorm of trauma left unprocessed in the back of his mind, locked away to the point where he can go days without feeling anything. He's a good asset for that reason, getting the job done quickly and cleanly without any trace left behind. It's nearly clinical, while extracting as much pain and suffering as he possibly can.

The truth is that Bucky is an assassin, a really fucking good one at that, and killing is the only way he knows how to deal with what was taken from him. When he joined the military just after his whole family died, there was still some form of patriotic hope and righteousness in him. It died as quickly as it took for that first bomb to kill four of his fellow soldiers and twenty-two civilians.

Five years later he lost his arm in combat. It was inevitable that he would get severely injured. By then he had become so reckless that Steve would ignore him for weeks until he would apologize and clean up his act for a short while before falling into the dangerous patterns he had become so used to.

He had nothing left to fight for, to live for, except that goddamn blonde that he had to keep alive. The punk had grown ten inches and gained 100 pounds of muscle by then, but he still had that everlasting hope inside of him, the belief of the good in humanity. That made him dangerous too.

Steve is a firefighter now. Saves kitties from trees and puts out bonfires for a living. And Bucky is glad that he didn't follow him into this life—he almost had a heart attack when the jerk showed up all those years ago with a shaved head and combat boots on his feet, deployed to the other side of the world just because Bucky had done so.

He knows about what Bucky does. And he doesn't agree with it, not at all, but he doesn't do anything about either. Maybe because he wants to keep all his body parts intact, despite how many times Bucky has told Steve that he is under their protection. Has been so since the first day. He's pretty sure Natasha has a soft spot for the tall blonde too, with how she plays his buttons and makes him blush each time they cross paths.

"Rogers got that promotion he was talkin' about?" Natasha says, stoically, as she ducks underneath Bucky's arm holding up the rusty door to the warehouse.

Bucky almost scoffs in amusement. His thoughts always seem to predict whatever is going to be said—reality following the intricate pattern of his spiraling anxiety. Real fucking sweet and crippling simultaneously.

"Yeah," he answers, quietly closing the door behind them again while adjusting to the damp darkness of the concrete hallway. "The punk's a Captain now. Youngest ever in the city."

"Good for him," she mumbles under her breath, walking forward without making a sound because that's just how she is.

Gruff voices ricochet off the walls, echo into Bucky and Nat's ears. She walks in front of him, he always makes sure she does. He can keep her in his sight then—it's easier to stave off an attack you see coming than one going on behind your back. The little spitfire is more skilled in punching down enemies than he ever could be, but Bucky likes to know where his close ones are ever since that day.

"Fucking finally!"

Arms are thrown up into the air, accompanying the roll of eyes only Yelena Belova can muster up. There's a streak of blood smeared out over her forehead, but they know better than to assume it's hers. The guy sitting strapped to a chair would be long dead by then if that was the case—Pietro would never allow someone to touch his best friend and live to take another breath.

"You took so long, svoloch'," Yelena whines, throwing down the rag she dried her bloody hands on.

Bucky learned some Russian during the time he was captured by some weird up-and-coming mob group a few years ago. He honestly doesn't remember a thing from that year except the Russian words still lingering in his mind. Most of it he's sure he has learned from the two sisters, permanently making his life a goddamn pain.

"Malyshka, you sent the text eight minutes ago. Give us a fucking break," Bucky answers, drying away a drop of water from the ceiling that has landed on his forehead.

He puts down his gun in the back pocket of his black jeans, giving a nod of acknowledgment to Pietro.

"Is this really a four person job?" Natasha speaks up, glaring at the half-conscious man strapped down. The guy isn't exactly going anywhere.

"You wouldn't think so, no?" Pietro says, arms crossed over his chest and smirking that complacent smirk of his.

"We have a lot of goddamn things to do, you know?" Bucky says, staring down the young man and woman he unfortunately has to work with. He loves the shit out of them, but they really are fucking annoying.

Yelena kicks the chair, waking the man up with a startle. He coughs, spits out blood onto the concrete floor. Ten years ago Bucky would have thrown up, probably. Now it's routine.

"This is the guy we caught sneaking intel on our shipments to Odinson three days ago," Pietro tells them, nodding towards the heaving man. "Go on. Tell them what you told us, buddy."

Natasha raises an eyebrow, a questioning glance towards her sister with a sigh. It must be something really fucking good that man is about to disclose.

"It wasn't the Odinsons," he chokes out. His eyes are nearly glued shut by the swollen skin around them—it took some encouraging before he opened his mouth. "They didn't hire me to give them info. H—"

A series of deep coughs rasp from his lungs. Bucky is starting to lose his patience.

"Hydra did."

Chapter 2

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lokiandracoon · 2 years

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Pairing ; Loki & fem!reader

Summary ; You sinked his boat, and you may sink his heart, but until then he’ll follow your lead through the seven seas.

Content Note ; Pirate AU, pirate!reader, prince!loki, angst, fluff

Sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes or misused words, English isn’t my first language (｡>﹏<｡)

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Next chapter; II. Sapphire

˗ˏˋ A SMOOTH SEA NEVER MADE A SKILFUL SAILOR — CHAPTER I ; RUNAWAY PRINCE

You watched with a blank expression as the water engulfed the lavish ship, next to it a small boat carrying its crew did the same as you.

You didn’t hurt a single one of them (well, maybe you did hit a couple in the head, but it wasn’t anything major), they weren’t your main goal. The ship also didn’t matter anymore, they could build more.

You wanted the gold, the riches they carried. Yet, you got a big surprise when you realised that they carried very much less than what you expected.

It just didn’t make sense to you. The ship was supposed to be of royal property, but even if it was fancier than many others, it didn’t seem as expensive as the ones the royal family usually traveled in.

They were making a trip to a neighbouring kingdom, to visit you guessed. Normally, they would carry exceeding amounts of goods to gift; yet, this vessel seemed to carry way to little. Only 3 middle-sized chests of jewellery, 5 of fabrics, and some furniture. And also a prince.

You just hoped your last minute plan would work.

A frown adorned your face as you turned around from the scene. On your own boat your crew was running around, preparing to follow another route.

Natasha, your right hand, approached you until she was standing next to you, watching over the people working.

“The prisoner wants to talk with you” you scoffed and turned your gaze to her, “Well then tell him to keep his pretty mouth shut, ‘cause I don’t want to talk with him” Natasha rolled her eyes and continued, “I can’t” she shrugged.

You frowned in confusion, “What do you mean you can’t?” “He asked for a parlay”.

You laughed at that, “And what else does our precious prince want?” you asked sarcastically, throwing your hands in the air. Natasha smirked as she lightly shook her head, “Just go and talk with him, he seemed like he knew something”

“Yeah, well I hope he knows that I’m gonna throw him to the sharks if he wastes my time” you sighed as you made your way down to the only occupied cell in the ship.

You walked until you were in front of the cell, carefully eyeing the prince you had kidnapped.

“Well, parlay then” you stated which made him get up from his uncomfortable seat and walk to the bars.

You had expected he would be yelling in indignation, demanding for you to let him go. Yet he was calm, he almost seemed peaceful.

You had heard stories about him, he wasn’t the best fighter although he was pretty skilled with knives. But he didn’t look like he wanted to fight; he hadn’t even resisted much when he was dragged out of the cabin of his royal boat and into the cell of yours.

“You’re committing a mistake” his statement made you want to laugh, he really just wanted to waste your time “Well, what’s new, right? If that is all, I’m going to leave” you started walking away when he called again.

“Captain, you’ll get nothing from the king” you turned to look at him the best that the metal bars let you, you could see his green eyes devoid of any emotion— did he not understand the situation he was in? “And then what? He’ll let you stay imprisoned by the dirty pirates he so much loathes? Or will he let me kill you?”

You didn’t let him answer as you made your way up to the deck.

You had given a message and a chest to the crew of the royal ship once they were settled in their small boat, and you hoped they would deliver them before you lost your patience and made the emerald prince walk the plank.

“Tell his majesty king Odin” you made a bow as you named him, which made Natasha chuckle slightly as she took her place next to you, “That I have his prince” with a devilish smirk you pointed to the raven haired man next to you, held by two of you swordsmen, “And I want that chest filled with those shiny golden coins of your king, or else I’ll make dinner for sharks and the main course will be his son” some of the men on the small boat shivered slightly at the tone of your voice, “I’ll be arriving on Bone Island in seven days and I expect my gold by then, you better not bring a fleet or anything like that. I’ll give him to you unharmed unless I have to pull out my sword; because then I’ll hand him to you in pieces” you gestured for everyone to move, ignoring the protests from the men below.

You didn’t want it to come to that, it really wasn’t in your agenda to kidnap a prince. But you had gotten desperate. You had spent weeks waiting to raid that vessel, expecting to find vast amounts of goods; yet you found almost nothing.

You slammed shut the door of your cabin as you entered, walking directly to the bed. Letting yourself fall into the sheets as you sighed.

This was a disaster. If it ends bad, you’ll be putting everyone in unnecessary danger.

It was a spontaneous decision; you saw the raven haired man and quickly recognised him as Prince Loki, you saw an opportunity and you took it. But if the king decides to arrive ready for battle, regardless of your condition, you may have little chances of getting out alive.

On the other hand, if this ends well; you’ll be getting a great sum of gold, the chest that you gave them was quite big.

“Captain” Natasha barged through the door, you sighed in annoyance and supported yourself in your elbows to look at her, “What?” you questioned irritated, “What did you get out of the prisoner?” you rolled your eyes and let yourself fall back on the bed.

“Nothing, he just wasted my time” you replied putting your arm over your eyes, then you realised the room was actually dark. It was nighttime already.

Natasha seemed to notice too as she moved to light the various candles around the cabin, “Did you actually talk with him or did you just make him shut up and then left?”

“Natasha, just let me be please” you whispered as you turned on your side to face away from the redhead, she sighed heavily, “Y/n, please, go talk to him” “Why do you want me to talk with him so badly?” you once again turned to look at your right hand, irritated by her pressing.

Natasha and you had been friends for a long time, bonding over your passion for the deep waters and the gushing wind. If there was someone who could read you, it was her. She knew you were worried of the outcome of your decision, and she wanted to help.

The redhead walked until she sat next to you on the sheets, “When you were talking with the people in his boat, he almost looked amused” she started, pulling your arm away from your face with her hands, “And then you started giving orders around, he seemed curious” you arched an eyebrow in question, “Where are you going with all of this?” you asked and she took a moment to look to the side and then back at you.

“He looks calm regarding the whole situation, it’s like he didn’t want to be there” you frowned in confusion. You hadn’t had time to carefully asses your prisoner in the moment, you hadn’t noticed any of what she said; yet again, maybe you wouldn’t have anyways, Natasha had always been the more observant to details.

You moved to sit next to her on the edge, “So you’re implying he wants to be here?” you asked and Natasha nodded, “Maybe he wants something, we could come to a deal” her answer got you thinking.

What could Loki want that pirates could get? Did he have a treasure he wanted to look for? Why was he on the ship and if he didn’t want to be there? Looking back you did notice he had put little to no resistance when being dragged to your boat. He hadn’t yelled, thrashed or fought, even though he was capable of doing so.

You got up from the bed and walked to the desk where a map was displayed, you leaned on the edge and crossed your arms. Natasha raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer, “Is dinner ready?” you asked which made the redhead frown, nevertheless she nodded, “Last time I checked Wanda was about to finish” you hummed, “Maybe we should give our prince a welcoming dinner”

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Loki moved his head when he heard the jingling of keys approach. He got up from the uncomfortable wooden plank he was laying in when the redhead came into view.

He observed her carefully as she opened the door of the cell with the key in her right hand, “You’re having dinner with the captain” she stated leaving the door open for the prince to move out, “Why?” Loki ventured to ask.

He knew he shouldn’t. He had read enough about life at sea to know he shouldn’t oppose a direct order from the captain, especially now that he’s a prisoner. Natasha raised her eyebrow and looked at him sternly, “Because the captain said so, now move” she demanded harshly.

He inferred the redhead was your right hand from how she gave orders after you had retired somewhere else when you had raided his ship, so he shouldn’t oppose her either.

Loki walked until he was out of the cell and next to Natasha, she threw him a final stern look before closing the cell and grabbing him by the arm.

As they walked out to the main deck, Loki scanned his surroundings. Everyone they passed was immersed on their own work, whether it was cleaning the wooden floor or polishing weapons.

He noticed how the majority of your crew was made out of men, he had barely seen any other women apart from you and Natasha. Loki thought it was peculiar, female pirates weren’t unheard of but there weren’t many.

Natasha guided him through the deck and towards your cabin. The candles could be seen lighting the room through the blurry glass of the small windows. The redhead opened the door for Loki and shoved him inside. He turned to her, not having appreciated the push but she had already closed the door on his face.

“You can take a seat” your calm voice spoke from behind him. Loki turned to look at your sitting form behind the table where dinner was set, he scanned the various plates of meats and vegetables and moved to take a seat opposite of you.

He watched intently as you poured what seemed to be wine in a golden goblet and extended it for him to grab. He moved his eyes between the goblet and your face, pondering if he should take it, but a raise from your eyebrow had him quickly reaching out for it.

As Loki took the goblet closer to his lips you reached to grab some grapes from the fruit platter to then sit more comfortably on the chair; looking back at the prince, you noticed he wasn’t eating anything, “Go on, you can eat” your soft encouragement had him reaching to put small portions of food in his plate and start eating, even if he didn’t really have the appetite.

“You know, I had eyes on your ship for some time before it sailed” you started making him raise his eyes from his plate to you, “One would think a royal ship is full of riches, but yours wasn’t” you paused to put a grape in your mouth, you didn’t move your gaze from the prince as you chewed and swallowed the small fruit, “Why” you didn’t ask him, you demanded an answer, and that was clear to Loki in the stern tone of your voice.

Your presence was imposing since the moment he entered the cabin. Loki didn’t forget how your aura was threatening and authoritarian when you raided his ship, you carried yourself with a confidence that overpowered everyone’s bravery, and that sheer action made it seem impossible to fight you and come out victorious. You were calm in front of him, no matter how trained he was, you had the control.

Now the stories about you made sense to the prince. You didn’t need a whole fleet to dominate the waters, just your presence was enough to make everyone succumb to your rule.

You were just what he needed in the moment.

“My father, the king, didn’t deem it necessary to carry so many things” he answered and you nodded lightly, “Why the furniture” your question made him frown, “I beg your pardon?” you shrugged, “The furniture, why where you carrying furniture” you explained, “As gift to the neighbouring kingdom” he replied and you tilted your head for a moment.

“That’s not true” he scoffed, “Are you calling me a liar” you smiled innocently, “Not necessarily, but you’re in my ship, you should know better than to lie to the captain” he rolled his eyes and dropped the silver fork in his hand, “I don’t know about pirate etiquette”

You rose from your seat with a dark look, grabbing the silver knife set next to your own plate, “I’m sure we could fix that” you replied walking around the table and closer to the prince.

Loki felt the danger in each step you took closer to him. But he masked it and refused to move his eyes from yours as you approached him. Once next to him, you harshly grabbed his jaw with a hand and planted the knife against his throat with the other. Loki couldn’t help but hiss at the contact of the cold metal with his skin.

You looked directly into his eyes with a somber expression, “Listen well your highness. I don’t like playing games, I have no issue cutting your throat right now, it wouldn’t be the first time a kill a member of high society” you whispered dangerously as you leaned in to talk closer to his ear, “So don’t lie to me again or I will give you a final you may not really like”

The tension only increased as you gripped his jaw tighter, which in return made Loki harden his hold on the chair he was sitting on. He could feel your breath in his neck and he found himself unconsciously wishing for you to plant your lips there.

Even in the situation that you were, even if you could cut his throat any second. He wasn’t going to deny your beauty, you were a gem of the sea and no one could oppose that fact, but he definitely could try to deny the attraction he felt when he first put his eyes on you.

On the other hand, you found yourself enjoying the moment. You always liked playing with men like this, it was amusing to you when they lost the control they so much liked. It had been a long time since you involved yourself romantically with anyone, and the pale skin of the prince seemed to call for your touch, your brain demanding of you to respond. He was extremely good looking, he was a prince at the end of the day; but you held back.

“Have I made my self clear?” you asked in a whisper maybe a little more closer to his earlobe than you should have, Loki nodded slowly and you pulled away.

You gave his eyes a last look before turning back and going to your seat. You noticed his pupils, darker than before, but you said nothing because you guessed yours were the same.

“Then talk, why the furniture” you said after making yourself comfortable once again in your chair, Loki coughed lightly which had you smirking, “For my stay” his answer made you raise an eyebrow in question, “Why would you need furniture for your stay?” you asked curiously, “Because I wasn’t going to come back” this just confused you even more, “Explain yourself”

Loki sighed and looked back at you, “I’m supposed to get married to the princess of the neighbouring kingdom” you nodded slowly in reply, that explained the furniture, “But you don’t want to” you replied, “It’s a marriage of convenience, it’s common” “Doesn’t mean that you want it”

He looked aside. It’s true, he didn’t want to get married, but Odin was aching to get rid of him so he didn’t have a chance at protest. He didn’t hold resentment against the princess, she was everything anyone would want; intelligent and beautiful, but he didn’t find it in his heart to love her more than just a friend.

He desperately found himself wishing for a sea storm to drown the ship and him in it, no longer being able to put up with his father’s mistreatment. If he died would Odin even hold a funeral for him?

You sighed when he averted his eyes from you. Now you felt bad for him, having to marry an unknown person that he may not even love just because his title said so, you couldn’t even imagine how depressing of a live that would be.

“I could offer you a deal” your words made him perk up to listen attentively, he nodded for you to continue “Raiding your ship and finding nothing in it cost me a lot” you started and he listened carefully, “You know the royal ships that carry the most expensive goods always take hidden routes” Loki nodded at this information.

It was to make sure they wouldn’t get raided. Not only did they take unusual and different routes every time, they were also camouflaged, swapped for cheap-looking boats to avoid suspicions.

“I want to know the routes and the ships” you said. Loki knew of a few vessels set to sail during the next few months but he wasn’t going to disclose that information now.

He had to prove himself useful to you, if he had just given you everything he knew you would have no problem throwing him off the deck and into the shark infested waters, “What will I get in return” he leaned in placing his elbows in the table to prop his chin in his intertwined hands, you smirked, “Going back to your very loving father” Loki cringed at his mention making you chuckle, “Well what could you want?” you asked.

Loki pondered. He didn’t want to go back to Odin, he would only send him again to marry. Leaving him somewhere along the way wasn’t an option either, they would be looking for him. After some minutes of thinking he finally opened his mouth to answer.

“I want to stay here in your ship, I want a place in your crew”

ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮

Loki woke up as someone abruptly entered the room he was assigned, “Come on! Get up, the sun’s about to rise!” an unknown female voice screamed next to his bed.

Loki turned to see a redhead woman looking extremely pissed. It wasn’t Natasha, no, he hadn’t seen this one yesterday.

“Move! What are you looking at?!” she yelled when Loki made no movement to get out of bed.

“Sorry” he said getting up finally, she scoffed, “There’s a lot to do, follow me”

As they both walked through the vessel, Loki reminisced on the night before. You had agreed to him staying in your boat, and called Natasha to assign him a spare room.

“You… want to stay here?” you asked incredulously as you looked at him with narrowed eyes. Loki almost felt embarrassed at his request. But it was what he wanted, and he wasn’t going to back down now.

“Yes” he replied and you laughed, Loki frowned at your response, “Oh my! Our gracious prince wants to be a pirate!” You giggled and mocked him a little more, you really enjoyed yourself, “Fine, but do you even know anything about life at sea?” you asked seeming like you were back at mocking him, but Loki could see something genuine in your eyes.

“I haven’t spent much time at sea. I know the basics but I am quick to learn” you nodded at his response, no more giggles or smiles.

You got up from your chair and made your way to him. Loki thought you would put another knife to his throat and for a moment he almost flinched, but he was surprised to feel a soft touch in his cheek instead. You had put your hand on the side of his face and gently guided him to look up at you, “You’re not made for this life, but you could try and we’ll see how much you last”

As your hand dropped from his cheek and you made your way to the door Loki could only turn slightly to look at you, “You can finish dinner, I’ll talk with Natasha about settling you”

Loki observed the horizon through the small window of the kitchen, the sun was just rising.

He was too caught up in his haze when he felt something impact with the back of his head, turning he was a potato in the floor and the redheaded woman fuming behind him, “I’ve called you three times!” she seethed at him and Loki looked down apologetically.

She sighed heavily and gestured for him to take a seat in front of her. Loki took a seat in the small stool as the woman handed him a knife and gestured to the barrel full of potatoes next to him, “Get to it” she said, “Throw the peels in this bucket then clean the potatoes in the water and throw them in that plate”

Not wanting to piss her off more, Loki grabbed one of the vegetables and started peeling it. It couldn’t be that difficult, he had peeled apples before, this should be the same.

“You’re doing it wrong” her voice made him stop suddenly and look at her confused. The redhead sighed and took the potato and the knife from him, “You’re peeling it but your taking too much of the potato in the process, you have to do it like this to not waste the food” she proceeded to peel it rapidly, showing him how the peel was thin and didn’t have too much traces of the vegetable on it.

Loki nodded, “Okay” he then proceeded to grab another potato and do the same she showed him, this time she didn’t stop him and he took it as a cue to continue, “My name is Wanda” she finally said making Loki look up at her, “I’m Loki” he answered and she nodded with a soft smile, “Keep peeling those” she got up from the chair and made her way out of the kitchen, leaving him alone.

Were all the women in this ship scary like this? As Loki peeled the potatoes he couldn’t help but recall his time in the castle, he used to play around the kitchen with his brother when he was young, yet never did he think he’ll end up working in one. It was an oddly calm activity, even if his hands were numbing because of the cold water.

Wanda came back into the kitchen and got to peel potatoes in front of Loki, “Can I ask where the ship is headed?” Loki asked while still peeling, Wanda raised her gaze to him and then returned it to the vegetable in her hand, “We’re going back to Sapphire” she replied softly, “Sapphire? Where’s that?” he was a curious person by nature, now he needed to know, “Hidden, so nobody goes there. It’s an island” “Your home?” Wanda nodded with a smile, “Yes, our home, It’s a beautiful place, you’ll love it” the twinkle in her eyes as she moved her gaze to the prince told him that she wasn’t lying, she seemed so happy to go back.

“Well, if it isn’t our local prince cutting potatoes” your voice sounded through the room as you leaned on the door frame, “Is it like a new royal activity?” the smirk on your face made it clear you were just joking, “Don’t listen to her, she’s like that” Wanda muttered to Loki who smiled back at her, “Oh wow! My own crew against me!” you feigned offence bringing a hand to your chest, Wanda rolled her eyes, “Could I have my tea please?” you asked taking a seat in a nearby chair, “Right now” Wanda got up making her way around the kitchen to prepare your tea.

“So, are you having fun?” you asked, this time genuinely so Wanda didn’t scold you, “It’s fine” Loki answered and you nodded.

Suddenly the image from yesterday flashed through your mind and had you averting your eyes to the side. Today he wasn’t wearing the full prince attire, opting for removing the heavy stuff. You could see the skin of his neck thanks to the unbuttoned shirt and you couldn’t help but remember how you wanted to kiss it the night before.

“There, done” Wanda handed you a cup of tea, making you snap out of your daze. “Thanks” you answered grabbing it and making your way to the deck.

It was early morning, the sun in the process of lighting the way. You walked the stairs of the quarterdeck and took your place behind the helm. You observed the waters in front of you as you reached in your pocket for your compass. You were headed the right way.

You sipped your tea as you took control of the wheel in front of you. This is the time of day that you loved most, when the sun just woke up and is slowly lighting up the world, it gave the water a mystical look. You basked in the peaceful silence as everyone was yet to come up and carry on their work on the main deck.

But your silence was quickly interrupted by your right hand as she walked the stairs and moved to stand neat to you, “How’s the prince doing?” she asked and you shrugged, “He’s cutting potatoes with Wanda” Natasha stifled a laugh, “Well that must have been a sight to see” “Yeah” you giggled with her.

“He’s handsome, isn’t he” she questioned moving to lean on the wooden handrail in front of you, “What?” you asked incredulously. Natasha only smirked, “I mean he is, isn’t he?” her pressing made your eye twitch slightly, something that always happened when you got annoyed.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, “Oh come on! Haven’t you though of… you know, with him” she gestured towards the side with her face, and you’re eye twitched again, “Like you and Steve do in every corner of my ship?”

Your question had Natasha’s face heating up, you laughed at her reaction as she came closer to slap you in the shoulder, “We don’t!” she was quick to deny but you only hummed mockingly, “No need to lie Tasha, I heard you. In fact, everyone on the boat probably heard too” you giggled and she turned redder than she already was.

“It’s a great way to blow off some steam, you should try” she said once she had regained her composure, you scoffed, “Yeah? With who? Sam? Bruce?” you asked sarcastically and Natasha rolled her eyes, “Loki’s pretty decent” “He’s a prince” “So what?” “He’s also my prisoner” “Not anymore” “Well, now he’s my worker” “And which rule says you can’t have sex with your worker who used to be your prisoner and also happens to be a runaway prince?”

You looked at her stoically, “Tasha, no” she sighed heavily, “Come on, I know you like him” she whispered coming coming to stand in front of you with the wheel separating both of you “I don’t” you were quick to deny, “You do” she finished with a smile and you rolled your eyes, there was no arguing with her.

“You can just do it to blow off some steam, cause you need a lot of that” she said making her way to the stairs slowly, “Someday I might just throw Steve off the deck and see how you manage yourself without your daily steam blower” the redhead grinned looking back, “You wouldn’t because then I would be insufferable and you have little to no patience” you nodded with a smirk, “See Tasha, this is why you’re my right hand and not one of those brainless idiots” Natasha laughed at that and made her way down just as Clint was walking up.

“Who’s a brainless idiot?” He asked and you shrugged, “Probably you” he rolled his eyes at your answer.

ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮

The sun was setting as you moved down to the larder in search of some much needed rum. Your day was boring, just like the majority of times that you made your way back to Sapphire, the crossing wasn’t very eventful to say the least.

You grabbed the glass bottle and turned to make your way out when you noticed an unknown moving thing from the corner of your eye. You moved closer to the wooden boxes and behind them you saw something moving, or more like someone.

“Loki?” you asked softly, watching how the emerald prince assembled vegetables in a big plate.

He turned to look at you, “Hello Captain, it’s for dinner” he said pointing to the vegetables, you hummed, “Really, what are you making?” he got up from his crouching position and placed the plate on top of a pile of crates, “Wanda said she was making soup” he answered and you nodded, he seemed to adapt well.

You noticed how his hair sticked to his forehead from the sweat, you guessed it was probably very uncomfortable. So you reached in your pocket and pulled up a cloth you used to use to tie your hair, “Let me help you with that” you gestured for him to get closer and he did, confusion written in his face.

You reached putting your hands softly in his cheeks and pulled his head down slightly. You started arranging the cloth so it held back his hair to stop it from getting in his face. You felt his eyes on your form as you carried on, but you didn’t dare look back at him. Since yesterday you had this desire to kiss him and if you looked at him in this position you risked giving in.

Finally you got a step closer to tie it behind his neck, close enough that if you tilted his face slightly you could place your lips on his. Once done you pulled your hands back although they seemed to linger a little longer than they should.

“There you go” you whispered and he hummed, “Now you look like a real pirate” you said with smirk that made him give you another one in return.

“Loki!” you heard Wanda’s voice echo from upstairs, yet you didn’t cut eye contact with the prince, “You should go before she comes down” the whisper that escaped your lips had Loki’s gaze moving rapidly to them, before he snapped back to your eyes, “Yeah” his gaze lingered for a couple more seconds before he grabbed the plate and left.

Loki walked back to the kitchen where Wanda was getting ready to preparer dinner, “You can wash them over there” she pointed to a bucket with clean water and Loki didn’t waste time to carry on his task.

As he washed the vegetables Loki replayed your encounter. He was already wishing for your touch after the dinner on the first night, and this occurrence only made him desire it more. He liked how your hands felt on him, he liked the way you looked at him. He really liked everything about you.

The whole time you were fixing his hair he found himself wanting to pull you closer. He had to put all his strength into holding his hands back, which itched to grab you by the waist and slam you to him.

“You done?” Wanda asked from behind him, “Huh? Oh, yeah I am” he got up with the plate and made his way to plant it next to Wanda.

“Is that the captain’s?” she asked gesturing to his head, Loki found himself running his hand softly over the cloth you had assembled in his head, “Uh—yeah, she gave it to me” he answered.

Wanda smiled knowingly, she hummed and turned to cut the vegetables, “What?” Loki asked puzzled, “Nothing, nothing” the redhead continued her task, “What do I do now?” Wanda looked around for a moment and then back at Loki, “There’s not much to do, you can take a small break until dinner” Loki nodded with a smile and made his way to sit on the spare chair you had used that morning.

The prince drowned in his thoughts while waiting for the redhead to give him instructions.

He was still pondering if this was the right decision to make. At least Odin wouldn’t find him for a while, so that was a good thing. And the fact that the ship was in constant moving would help him easily dodge anyone who was looking for him.

But was it the life he wanted? He just sold himself to work with pirates. You were right to some extent, he wasn’t made for this life. Although he liked the feeling of the swaying ship over the tides, the smell of the saltiness of the sea, and the fresh air.

And he liked you. But was it enough?

“Dinner time!” the new masculine voice got Loki out of his head, he hadn’t realised when the crew entered the room for dinner.

“Come eat Loki” Wanda encouraged, patting a seat next to her and a tall blonde man. Loki nodded and moved to sit next to the redhead as she passed him a bowl of soup.

That night he got to meet your crew closely. He was entertained by their charisma. To be fearsome pirates they still emanated a familiar warmth. They treated each other like family.

He listened closely to Tony and Bruce as they talked about how they needed to fix some planks, and Steve when he pointed out that they needed more gunpowder, and Clint as he recalled how he couldn’t wait to be back on Sapphire and see his wife and kids.

Later at night, with a full stomach and warmth in his heart, Loki laid in the not-so-comfortable bed and strangely felt at home. Maybe he wasn’t made for the life, but he could adapt to it.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it <3

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galaxythreads · 2 years

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some lore for you screamed for so long perhaps? i read all 8 (at the time) chapters of that on a 3 hour plane ride it kept me going through quite possibly the worst turbulence i have ever experienced

I'm so sorry about the turbulence. :( That sounds un-fun. Fun fact, I haven't been on a plane since i was 18 months old. I have absolutely no reference for that irl, lol. XD

ANYWAY.

LORE FOR YOU SCREAMED FOR SO LONG WE FORGOT TO CARE ANYMORE <- link to story

i have been planning some form of this story since 2018. In the original version, there was a massive plague going on. I'll probably still write that version actually. It's different enough from this one that it can stand on its own two feet.

CHAPTER ONE:

I was inspired to start the story several months after Loki got there after reading a Darcy/Loki story on ff.net I never finished

""I don't want to be buried. Cremate me." He instructs, swinging his quiver across one shoulder. "Or drop my body from the sky for the dogs to pick at, I don't really care. I'll be dead." " -- this is 1000% based off of Shane Madej from Buzzfeed Unsolved loudly declaring how he wants a sky burial

CHAPTER TWO:

"The looming figure in front of him gives a curt nod, and something smacks him in the back of the knees, and he goes tumbling into suffocation all over again," -- In the end you will always kneel.

Actually, the above torture is a slow form of suffocation. Someone ties a rope around your neck and hands that are connected together and suspends you enough that you have to stand on your toes. When your feet come out from underneath you, the rope on your hands tugs on your neck until it tightens until you either suffocate or manage to stand upright again thus relieving the pressure.

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"He feels the surge of intense, overwhelming heat against his already raw, blistered skin before he even feels the brand press against his back, burning into muscle, bone, anything and everything, and he wont, can't—pain pain pain pain—

He screams—

^^^^ the above scene is the source of THIS scar, "Some of the worst scars are white and puckering against Loki's back and they look older than all of this" (chpt 9) and it will be discussed in further detail later. It's actually very important to the story. All of the dreams are. Nothing was put in there "just because"

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"Hill hates all of them because the fact they're on the same floor is her fault." --- rather than having Fury in charge of the Avengers, I decided that it would probably be more realistic if Hill was. Fury is a busy man.

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I learned some Norwegian for this fic solely so I could know on a basic level when the sentences didn't make sense, lol. XD

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"All of them have made an effort to learn how to learn with Loki's flashbacks, but the only people who have had any real success are Thor and Steve." --- This is because Steve looks like Thor and Loki's brain is not super great at telling them apart when he's a mess.

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"Clint forces out a thin breath, then says, "Do you want a sandwich?"

There's a long lull as if Loki's struggling to understand him. Clint repeats the question."

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I dreamt about you getting your back burned open.

BACK INJURY IMPORTAAAAANNNCCCEEEE lol. XD all of you would be exhausted if you know how much I've been trying to subtly state this.

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Natasha and Clint are legally married in this fic and have been for several years, but I never make that explicit because it doesn't matter to either of them so it's not important to the narrative. They are, first and foremost, partners. (Natasha proposed)

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"Natasha is quiet for a second, then she tags on, "Ya tebya khochu."

Clint chews on his bottom lip, "Ya tozhe khochu tebya,""

This is Russian for "I want you," and then "i want you too." I think it's a little bit more meaningful than I love you.

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Clint doesn't remember being taken to S.H.I.E.L.D. for the first time. When Coulson dragged his sorry butt there for medical after Barney tried to beat him to death, Clint was unconscious.

I have spent so much of this fic paralleling Clint's relationship with his brother with Loki and Thor's.

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"Beside that is, predictably, an open tissue box.

Clint doesn't know what it is, but he's never been in a S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room without one. It's like the janitorial staff is worried that a group of covert spies and government officials are going to spontaneously..."

I work in janitorial. There is an ungodly effort put into making sure the tissue boxes never run out.

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"If you're done saying I love you," Fury looks pointedly at Steve and Tony, the latter of whom smirks. Steve buries his head in his hands.

I have a lot of internalized homophobia issues despite being lesbian, but this is my first gay joke in a fic and I'm really, really proud of it. I know it's not very good or even comes across as a joke, but I felt so proud putting it in here all the same. Acceptance of self is real, y'all.

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when i was listening to this chapter as i edited it, the speech to text reader read "asgardr" as oosgar and it was really funny to me.

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CHAPTER FOUR:

this was the first scene I wrote for this fic.

the Chitauri do not refer to Loki by any other pronoun but "it." this is an effort to dehumanize him. (NOT to say that those who go by it pronouns are not human, love you guys (gender neutral))

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"You are weak, like a mewling, crawling baby animal. But don't worry, because where you failed, your not-brother will succeed." --- Am I making a pointed jab at how awful Mobius calling Loki a mewling kitten was? Yes.

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(chpt 4 vs 8)

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This is one of my favorite interactions in the story. Loki has been lying through his teeth about his feelings most of the fic up to this point and then Clint asks him and Loki tells him the truth.

Loki and Clint have a very strong bond, even then.

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CHAPTER FIVE:

everyone got a specific name-sign in this chapter. Loki's is grumpy-L because he's a grumpy little guy. XD No, it's cause he's grumpy but the L stands for his name

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"Karma coming to collect its debt." -- a reference to my friend @widowronin's SPN story.

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"c"-- by his brother

"b"-- by the circus of crime and Coulson

derogatory -- by his brother and the circus of crime

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Waaaaay too much of my writing was inspired by Buzzfeed Unsolved now. XD

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^^^ this is actually referring to Frigga and Odin's relationship, not the chitauri

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CHAPTER 6:

^^ reference to Vibranium

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the actual plan for the cafeteria scene:

"The Avengers eat breakfast or something at the facility and the SHIELD agents are generally nasty to Loki. One of them starts a fist fight and Loki defends himself until the Avengers bodily pull everybody off and are like “no.” Loki is a little banged up, but nothing serious. Clint breaks some guys nose, though. Bruce looks him over and is visibly agitated. Says that the agents shouldn’t have hurt Loki. Loki’s like, okay, sure, but I did kill like, a lot of people, so they’re entitled. Bruce is like, “:/” "

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this was intentionally framed like the beginning of Black Widow with Yelena. Thus to indicate that Natasha now sees Loki as a brother.

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Loki intentionally says something unrelated to the situation to calm Clint down. yes, this was a reference to Clint and the sandwich thing. It worked so well then, why not now?

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this is an important clue that will help us later

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^^^ Gamora and Nebula

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^^^ Loki dreams about Clint's brother trying to kill Clint. In the next chapter, Loki's brother tries to kill Loki. These scenes were placed on top of each other on purpose. NARRATIVE PARRALEL.

Also. by the gods am i projecting hard into this fic with clint and barney lol.

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^^^ I still cannot believe that @worstloki made this for me, and then the post sort of blew up. Last time I looked it had like 250+ notes and LOTS of tags discussing how wonderful the story was. It literally floored me. I still am baffled and deeply humbled. Thank you.

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CHAPTER EIGHT:

this scene was originally written from Clint's pov. I have it in a junk document somewhere. This is probably going to be Loki's only POV in the fic, but we'll see. I just though it would be really good to see Loki's thoughts about all of this, given how pivotal this moment is in the story.

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chpt 8 vs chpt 5. DIRECTLY MEANT TO PARALLEL EACH OTHER.

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^^^ this is the above meme. In the fic. You're welcome. XD

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Parallel to the first thor, anyone??

as far as thor is aware in this scene, Loki just killed their parents and his world so the fact that Loki is actually worthy of Mjolnir is absolutely BAFFLING to him.

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CHAPTER 9:

I made the executive decision that odin and Frigga's relationship is...strained, to put it mildly.

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most of the time Siygn is a princess of some distant realm in fics, but no! she's queen here. XD

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reminder!! "Far" is the formal way to address your parent in Norwegian.

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Odin doesn't swear once in this conversation.

ALSO. Loki purposefully tries to intervene before giving up quickly because Odin and Frigga fighting is a common occurrence and he knows it's useless to stop it.

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the way this chapter is set up is that you SEE what Odin and Frigga did to Loki with the flashback to Thor watching over Loki. You are supposed to think "Uh, wait a sec"

THIS is NIce?

for reference:

"Loki is thin, more a skeleton than a person, skin dragged against bone and pulled taut in some grotesque imitation of death. There are layers upon layers of gauze over Loki's entire forearms, covering up the horrible scars and stitches keeping his arms attached to his body. Beneath that is purpling and black bruises several inches thick encircling his wrists. There are open wounds almost everywhere in various degrees of healing, bones still bent awkwardly out of place that the doctors distastefully said they'd need to reset so it could heal right. Loki isn't stable enough for them to try yet."

but yeah. It was nice.

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Btw, the title "You screamed for so long we forgot to care anymore" is NOT a reference to the Avengers.

It's Loki's thoughts to Odin and Frigga. Years of torture, of suffering and pain, of screaming, and they seemed to grow more apathetic to it with time.

I will probably reblog this with more thoughts once the fic is finished, but yeah. I have put a LOT of effort into this fic. And I am still baffled as to how it has so many people reading it. When the number processes in my brain every couple of weeks I feel horrified, lol.

YOU SCREAMED FOR SO LONG WE FORGOT TO CARE ANYMORE <- link to story

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Loki x Reader -> Killer Love

WARNING!: Blood &Gore, casual talking about the killer taking something from its victims, Mentions of attempted rape and drugs AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !

CHAPTER 3

Wanda stood up and rushed to a woman.

„DESTINY !“, Wanda yelled excited.

She hugged the woman and Loki saw the woman a bit better. She had black hair with a blue stripe in it on the left. The right side was covered by Wanda, sadly. Her face was pale as Loki’s, her nails were painted black, green and gold, her lips for a split second were black and she had black eye shadow. As were her clothes, decorated with rivets.

Soon Wanda parted from the woman and Loki saw that the right side of her hair had a green stripe. She looked beautiful. Loki scoffed at himself.

‚Probably because she thinks she can seduce men.‘, was all he thought.

Wanda led the woman to Loki and her table.

„This is Loki Laufeyson. Loki this is Destiny Alikahn Dust.“, Wanda introduced them happily.

Destiny stretched out her hand, for Loki to shake.

„Nice to meet you, Mr. Laufeyson.“, she said politely.

Loki stood up and shook her hand.

„Likewise, Mrs. Dust.“, he greeted politely.

Wanda felt the tension in the air and she knew that they were very skeptical about the other.

„May I serve you a drink, Madam ?“, he waiter asked Destiny.

She sat down, next to Wanda and far away from Loki.

„Apple tea please.“

„On its way Madam.“

„Thank you, Gorge.“

The waiter disappeared and soon returned with the Apple tea.

„What do I owe you ?“, Destiny asked.

„It is on the house.“

„Really ? Why ?“

„The Boss likes you.“

„Ah…Okay. Tell him my thanks, will you ?“

„I will.“

„Thank you.“

With that the waiter disappeared again. Destiny took her tea and sipped on it a little. She never was someone to start a conversation first. Wanda also knew that she was just that quiet, because Loki was there. She was very careful. Wanda saw Destiny eye him carefully and she knew, that she made sure, that Loki was no threat to her.

„And ? How did your day go, Dest ?“, Wanda asked her.

Destiny didn’t flinch, instead she just chuckled softly.

„Well, it went good. I was just on my book the whole time. I have a very big problem. I can’t finish it. The last chapter is not complete and I don’t know how to end it.“, Destiny sighed out.

„What is it called ?“, Wanda asked her.

„The Devil within the Sins and Demons.“, she answered Wanda.

„Another murder book ?“

„Why yes. But like I said…I have no idea how to end the book.“

„With another murder scene ?“

„No. That is nothing special. I plan a second book on it too.“

„Maybe a break – out ? Breaking out of an asylum or something like that, leaving corpses and a message in blood behind ?“, Loki suggested.

Destiny looked at Loki and eyed him carefully. VERY carefully.

„That is a good idea…Maybe I will use it. Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson.“

Loki nodded his head at her in acknowledgement.

„And this whole week ? What did you do ?“, Wanda asked.

„Well, on Monday I helped out in the office of a car shop, helped out in another Cafe, helped in the bakery, bought things for elder people, who couldn’t do it themselves anymore and I saved a cat of a little kid from a high tree. On Tuesday I teached in a school mostly Literature, history and Religion, then I helped out an organization with taking over a Nightshift in a museum. At Wednesday I sat on my story, helped out some people, who moved to another house and then helped in the…in the Sexpub with giving out drinks…“

„You never did that before. What changed your mind ?“

„Well…I wasn’t forced to perform on stage and take men and let them spent themselves inside me, so yeah…I was just giving out orders that men ordered. I wasn’t there for Sex.“

„Still. You said that it is making you vomit.“

„I guess I just wanted to help. It doesn’t matter, I am totally fine !“

„If you say so…“

„On Thursday I helped in the pet shop next door from me and I helped out in a bank until very late. And about today you know already.“

Wanda nodded, still unsure about Destiny’s health.

„So, what did you do ?“

„Mostly going to places, solving cases and then having a break at home. Right now we are again on a very hard case. Loki could tell you everything better, than I do. He is a coroner and plays with corpses for a paycheck. I would vomit, before I even started to tell you.“

Destiny nodded at Wanda worried. She looked at Loki and waited for him to talk. Loki cleared his throat and then began to tell her.

„We have an expert out there, who kills for a great passion. We have that now since 6 months, I believe. This time we found a married couple, with a huge family by the way, in a forest, dead and in pieces. They were separated from their limbs and the only things, that were still on their bodies, were their heads and the man’s genitals. The rest was all separated.”

„Even the woman’s breasts ?“, Destiny asked disgusted.

„No. They also were still on the torso. Their eyes were carved out and there was nothing left on their bodies that was connected to the murderer. Just alcohol and K.O. drops were found in their bodies.“

„Did you cut them open ?“, she asked with a huge interest.

„I did.“

„Hmm…Anything missing ? Womb, stomach, lungs, intestines ?“

„I didn’t see the womb, but I saw the rest as I cut her open. She had everything.“

„So the womb is missing ?“

„No. I didn’t cut the woman open on the part, were the womb is.“

„You should though. Most murderers take something from the victims, as a souvenir. Maybe it was an organ, maybe it was the brain, the eyes. Ever thought about that ?“

Loki’s eyes flashed at that moment in realization.

„I didn’t. I am so stupid ! Damn it !“, he cursed himself.

Destiny gave him a small smile and petted his right hand. He looked at her in shock.

„Calm down big boy. I bet the corpses are still there tomorrow. You can check them again then.“

„Why do you think they took the woman’s womb ?“, Loki asked.

„Well, most men love a woman and she is suddenly taken by another or not interested and a prostitute. Most men then cut out their wombs, for abusing it like that, or daring to get a child with another man. Women also do that. Maybe the wife snatched another woman the man away and then planned revenge. There are so many ways, why someone would kill and take a woman‘s womb.“, Destiny answered simply.

Wanda almost puked in utter disgust. Destiny talked about it so normally with Loki. He looked at her in great interest. He never met someone, who actually talked with him about things like that so openly.

„That is, in fact, a very good thought.“, he told her.

She smiled at him softly.

„I gladly help out troubled souls.“, she replied.

„Could we perhaps exchange numbers ? I could call and ask you for more help, if I need it on the bodies.“, he suggested.

Destiny looked at Loki in thoughts then pulled out her phone and tapped on it.

„Tell me your phone number, Loki.“, she said.

Finally she called him by his first name ! Then he told her, his phone number. She put it in her phone.

„Do you own What’sApp, Facebook or something ?“, she asked.

„I own Facebook, What’sApp, and Skype.“, he told her.

„Name in Facebook ?“

„Loki Laufeyson.“

„Okay.“

After a while Loki’s phone pinged, he pulled it out and saw a friend request. He opened Facebook and read...Black Wild Cat.

“Black Wild Cat is my profile. Many people searched me on Facebook and I had to delete my old profile and make a fake one, so no one will stalk me. Wanda is the only one who knows and is friends with me there.”

Loki nodded and then tapped on ‘accept’.

“And now you have a friend more.”, he said smiling.

She smiled back and tapped on her phone again, without looking away from Loki. He looked at his phone again as it pinged and there was a message in What’sApp to him. He looked at it, tapped on it and then read it.

‘It is me, Dest. Safe me in your contact list with another name and delete that message afterwards.’

He looked at her and smiled. He did as told. Saving her in as ‘Black Wild Cat’. Then he deleted the message.

‘Done’, he wrote her back.

A little sound of the song ‚Thanks for the Memories‘ was heard as she received the message.

‚Good.‘, she wrote back.

They laughed softly and then put their phones on the table. They chatted for a bit more and then Destiny suddenly froze up with wide eyes.

„Oh shit…“, she whispered and tried to make herself smaller.

„What is it ?“, Wanda and Loki asked.

„Toby Alaskia is here. He is looking around…I once ran away from him, because he wanted to get me to his home under drugs and rape me…I thought that little shit was finally leaving me alone….“, Destiny told them and pointed at the man.

They looked at the man and saw him, staring right at Destiny.

„Oh uh…“, Dest whispered.

He stalked to them and Destiny became even smaller. Loki took his and her phone from the table and stuffed them in his pocket, just to make sure that they will not disappear. Then he was at their table, glaring at Destiny angered.

„Bitch ! Where the hell were you ?! You promised me a night in bed and you just disappeared !! Now come ! You still owe me !!“, he demanded and tried to grab her, but Loki grabbed his wrist tightly.

„Don’t touch my Girlfriend.“, Loki growled out.

„Girlfriend ?! Tch ! I was first here, asshole ! Piss off !“

„Oh yeah ? You were together with her before me ? 10 years ago ?“

The man’s eyes widened in shock.

„WHAT ?! You Bitch never told me about you and having a Boyfriend !!“

„Who are you confusing her with ?“

„This is Destiny Dust !!“

„No she isn’t. Her name is Helen Katherina Coal.“, Loki told him.

„What ?“

„She was shortly having a makeover. This is not Destiny. Who the hell even is that ?“

„You know what ? Never mind.“, the man said and walked off.

Destiny took a huge breath of air and looked at Loki.

„Thank you.“, she whispered.

He smiled at her.

„No problem. Oh ! Here, your phone.“

Loki gave Destiny her phone back. She smiled at him.

„Thank you, Loki.“

„Anytime.“

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lotsoflokilove23 · 10 months

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Loki's Forever {Flashback Memory} {Part Three}

{Two weeks before}

Y/n had attended the Party that Odin had hosted for you. You had never been to one before but you were very excited too, in hopes that maybe Loki would ask you to dance. But things kicked off with not a very good start. Thor asked you to dance which was okay but not really what you wanted, then some stranger asked you to dance and things started getting messy. As for Loki, he lost his mind watching the scene in front of him.

(16+) = Aggressiveness, Jealously. Physical touch.

(No smut... yet)

The man looked up at Loki and slightly shivered, "Oh... h-hey L-Loki." he stuttered, "H-how's it go-going?" the man asked trying to hide his face.

Loki glared at the man and tightened his grip on his wrists. "Get. Out!" He said, loud enough for some people near by could hear.

"Ok... ok, going!" The man said, stumbling out of Loki's grip and racing out of the Hall.

Loki turned his attention to you as his face softened, "Are you okay?" he asked, moving a few feet towards you.

Y/n patted down your dress and looked up at Loki. "Ye-yes" you cleared your throat, "I am okay...thank you." You said looking at him with a smile. God, you would do anything to dance with him. You thought admiring the way he looked. Everything about him, his long pulled back slick hair, his strong muscular shape, his soft hands that you wish you could hold.

"Y/n?" Loki asked, looking at you with a confused look on his face.

"Oh. Sorry." You said shaking your head, pushing the thoughts away.

Loki smiles and holds his hand out. "Would you like to dance?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

Y/n blinks for a minute and takes Loki's hand, giving a small bow. "I would love too" You replied, letting Loki guide you away from the spot. He pulled your hand to him placing it gently on his shoulder and his other hand latching onto yours.

Y/n shakes your head and Loki looks at you confused, "Something wrong?" he asked, letting go of you.

Y/n stays silent. You took both of Loki's hands and gently guided them to the place on your waist. Then you shyly look up at him, running your hands up his arms and placing them on his shoulders.

Loki smiles, looking down at you, this was a new way of dancing, a closer way of dancing. God, you are so beautiful, Loki thought gently rubbing his hands against your waist. "Oh! I forgot I have something for you." he says with a small grin.

Y/n tilted her head a little bit. "You got me something?" you asked and Loki nodded pulling a small white box out from behind his back.

"Loki..." You looked at him and he held the box out for you. "You didn't have too..." you said slowly taking the box and looking at it.

"But I wanted too," Loki said slowly running his fingers over the side of your cheek.

Y/n couldn't help but feel your face burn a little. You open the box and slowly gasp. "Loki..." you look up at him. "It's beautiful."

Loki grinned feeling proud of himself, he took the corsage out of the box and slowly slid it onto your wrist.

Y/n smiled, feeling the softness of his hands as he slowly pulled you back to him and placed his hands back on your waist. "You look beautiful" He said leaning his head down so its leaning against your forehead.

Y/n chuckles, looking up into his eyes that seemed only inches away. "You don't like half bad yourself." You smiled and leaned up giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you."

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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baby fever au

Loki comes back from a mission gone awry & he is just so pissed & all he wants to do is cuddle his girls to feel better

“Where’s Ella? I just need to hold her” *Y/N gives Loki baby Ella* *Loki instantly relaxes*

Little Mood Changer

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Ella feat. Y/N

Summary: After Loki comes home from a failed mission, all he wants to do is hold his baby daughter.

Warnings: none, actually... Fluff! Pissed/sad Loki?

Word Count: 955

a/n: Thank you for this lovely request @aagn360 ! ☺️ I hope you like this cute, little fic I wrote! 🥰

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You could already hear Loki miles away. His quick, powerful footsteps - coming undoubtedly from his heavy leather boots, echoed down the long, wide hallway of the floor you lived on. Mere seconds later got the main door literally ripped open, before it got slammed shut again. You feared for a moment, that the force would take it off its hinges. Frowning, you placed your book aside and got up from the sofa, in order to look after your husband. Peaking around the corner, you saw him taking almost aggressively off his shoes. Okay... Something was definitely wrong.

"Babe?" You called out for him cautiously, and stepped in the hallway. The raven-haired god looked up to face you. His facial features told you that, yes, he was very pissed and in a bad mood. Before you even knew what was happening, he was rushing towards you; bestowing a fleeting kiss on your lips on his way.

Too short for your liking, given the fact that he was almost two days gone. "Where's Ella? I just need to hold her." You were a bit taken aback by the whole situation happening in front of your eyes. No hello, no proper kiss? What was going on? "Um, she, um, is in her playpen." That being said, Loki walked past you - straight into the living room and Ella's playpen. The little girl had heard her daddy already from miles away as well. Therefore, she was standing inside her playpen, having herself pulled up on the wooden bars and holding onto them for dear life. She could stand already. But not yet alone.

"Dada!" She squealed with laughter, bobbing excitedly up and down. Her tiny raven curls were bouncing; oceanic blue eyes shining with pure happiness. You watched from where you stood in the door frame, how Loki leaned down to lift your daughter up in his arms. "Hi, baby girl," you heard him muttering under his breath, before he cuddled the little girl close to his armour-clad chest. The god's eyes fluttered shut, as he inhaled her scent - and you could see how he instantly relaxed. His bad mood, washed away within seconds, because of the sweet creature you and him had created. "Daddy missed you so much, princess." He continued to whisper against Ella's clothed skin, while she just continued to giggle and babble happily.

You watched the scenes from the side-line, smiling like the idiot in love you were. Whatever happened on the mission he was on, Ella was seemingly able to let him forget about it within seconds.

He carried Ella then over to the sofa and flopped down with her. A shimmer of green seiðr enveloped his body, changing his armour in more comfortable clothes. A black green hoodie and grey sweatpants. He sat Ella down on his chest, steadying her and keeping her upright with his hands around her waist. "Dada!" The little girl clapped her hands excitedly and reached for the cords of his hoodie, playing with them. Loki watched her with an amused smile, playing along with her.

You decided to join them as well, "You know... She's never that excited when I'm coming home." sitting down beside your husband and daughter. Loki scoffed, eyeing you critically. "That is absolutely not true, my love, and you know it." You giggled, shaking your head. "It is - and you know it, my love." Another scoff. "Ella's a daddy's girl. She always was, always will be. I accepted it." That caused a low chuckle to rumble through Loki's chest.

You leaned onto your side and buried a hand in his raven black curls, gently massaging his scalp. "What happened on the mission that got you so pissed, huh?" Your husband turned his head slowly; stunning oceanic blues meeting your eyes. "I am sensing my bad mood must've been very obviously?" "Mhh, yeah... Quite a bit, babe." You held his gaze and continued to run your hand through his hair. "So... What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" Loki sighed; slightly shaking his head. "It just went not how we planned... A lot of misunderstandings, the failing of communication and Stark blaming me for it." You frowned. "Why would Tony blame you for this?" The god shrugged his shoulders. "Because he like to blame me. And somebody has to be the culprit, right? It's easier to put the blame on the still untrustworthy war criminal, rather than seeking out the real problem."

Your heart ached at his words; facial expressions turning soft and gentle. "I'm sorry for that, my love. I don't understand why Tony acts how he acts sometimes." You sighed, but felt Loki's hand on yours. He gently untangled it from his hair to intertwine his fingers with yours. "Darling, you do not need to apologise for that. I am just going to accept it. Perhaps you are right and Stark has his reasons why he acts like that."

Loki brought your intertwined hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "I'm sorry for the unproper greeting, my queen, but I just... I just had to hold our baby." He gestured towards Ella, who had dozed off on his chest by now; small limbs dangling off his sides. You squeezed your linked hands, "It's okay, babe. I understand." and started to smile cheekily. "As long as you're making it up to me..." A boyish smile grazed the god's lips, before he let go of your hand again, "Oh, with pleasure." and used both hands to cup your cheeks. He brought your face closer to his, and before you even knew what was happening, Loki's lips met yours; kissing you senseless.

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki #loki laufeyson x reader

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aurorawest · 11 months

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Writer Asks: 3, 18, 29 ❣️

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Hmmm. I'm quite fond of A Full and Factual Account of Asgard. I've written so many fics over the years though, it's kind of impossible to say! I love my DS9 fic Anamnesis, and I also love my Darkwing Duck fic, Time for a Change.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Haha I like so much of my own writing, but I'll choose one from The General Mess and Imprecision of Feeling to give people a special sneak peek:

Shaking his head, Loki said, “Not me.” He stared without really seeing, the stars becoming an unfocused smear of light. Something blocked his throat before he swallowed it down. “I used to look up at the sky and think how lucky, how blessed I was to be an Asgardian. I saw the galaxy spread out above me”—he raised a hand and swept it from left to right across the sky—“and I knew beyond all doubt that we were the best of everyone. Of all the stars, Asgard was the most civilized, the most advanced, the most learned. The most everything.”

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I'll never say never, but this has been sitting in my WIPs folder for years now, so it's not looking likely I'll ever finish it. This was supposed to be a oneshot where Loki tells Stephen about some of his trauma. One reason I never finished this is because I have a fic from Stephen's POV where he has to traverse Loki's memories, and he actually sees some of this stuff "in person." I kept putting off posting that fic and now I figure since I'm so close to having all of my series posted, I might as well just hold off until after that's complete.

“Because,” Loki finally snapped, “I’ve been coerced, I’ve been used, I’ve been made to do things that I never wanted to do by people who didn’t care for my pleasure, let alone my feelings. And do you know what the worst part was, Stephen?” His lover looked pale, horrified, but not particularly surprised. And gods, didn’t Loki despise when people thought they had him figured out? “The worst part,” he spat, “is that part of me enjoys being treated that way. Held down, made to do things, being ignored when I say stop. There’s a part of me that—that—that gets off on it. So heaven forbid I want it where it’s actually—when it’s with someone who loves me, who would stop—” Stephen’s eyes were wide and he looked some flavor of sick. Should this have surprised Loki? He’d sworn never to tell anyone these things. Thor had found out a very small part of what had happened on Sakaar and he’d looked ill too. As usual, it was Loki’s burden to bear, Loki’s pain to stuff away. It wasn’t even pain, not really. They were things that had happened to him. He had moved on. He was not permanently damaged. But others didn’t see it that way. Stephen would treat him like glass now, would ask him for permission to do every little thing, because he’d be afraid of traumatizing him, of bringing back bad memories.

Thank you for asking!!

I’m Bored and Anxious So I Slapped Together a List of Fan Fic Writer Asks

#planetxlucy #froststrange #strangefrost #loki #tgmaiof

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leos-regression-cove · 1 year

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The New Little

23. Rainy Rains and Choo-Choo Trains

Synopsis: Thor and Sylvie get the littles ready to go see Frigga in her retirement community.

Word count: 1,025

Stand Alone?: 1/?

Warnings: reference to breast feeding

Notes: If you've been keeping up with me on here, you already know how excited I am for this arc. It's 40 pages long at the moment of posting this and growing (but this chapter is very short), and plotted with the 3 act structure of a traditional novel. I consider this chapter to be a scene setter or prologue.

Read it on AO3!

“Thor?!” Sylvie yelled from the other room.

“Hm?!” he responded as loudly as he could.

“It’s starting to rain!”

“I see it!” he told her. “I have them!”

Loki, in just his diaper, sorted through the clothes in his closet, like every day, while Thor put Mobius in some corduroy overalls, helping him get his legs through the holes and making sure the straps weren’t twisted as the little tried his best to click them into place around the bib, sitting on the open edge of his crib.

The sides had been left down for a couple of days now.

“I don’t think they’ll let you onto the train looking like that,” Thor told the nearly naked toddler still sitting on the floor.

Loki stuck out his lower lip.

“How about we get you into a matching outfit?” Thor suggested. “Mummy would find that precious.”

Sylvie poked her head in while Thor buttoned up the straps over Loki’s shoulders. “Look at you two all matchy-matchy!” she cooed.

Mobius smiled and hopped down from his bed to run up to her. “Momma, we go!” he told her, flapping his hands by his shoulders and bouncing on his tip toes.

“We are going to go somewhere!” she agreed, “that is, if you and Loki can put your shoes and socks on.” She reached behind him to pull out a drawer and began to help him with this difficult part of dressing.

“There we go, you’ve little kitties on your feet now!”

“Kitties!” he repeated.

“Kit-ties!” Loki squeaked back as he looked through his own sock drawer to find a pair.

“Here are your kitties!” Sylvie told him, showing him the second pair of cat socks in her hands.

Then, soon, Thor picked Loki up and lugged him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and grabbed the little’s diaper bag and suitcase as he did so.

Sylvie on the other hand, squeezed Mobius’ hand and briskly led him behind the brothers.

Then, when she could leave him with Thor and Loki, she ran inside to grab a stroller.

“Why did you grab that one?” Thor asked.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Loki’s pretty big, and Mobius is walking on his own, do we need to take the baby one?”

“It’s comfy for them! And we might as well get our money’s worth,” she reasoned, stuttering a little. “Look how nicely it fits all the bags, too!” That part was true, as the reclined seat did cradle the bags nicely.

Thor shrugged.

The stroller hardly fit on the train, but there was a spot in the corner of a car where Sylvie could put it. If nothing else, it was a little more compact than the toddler stroller was.

Thor set Loki down on a seat just before the train started to move, one that faced a small table. “No! No backwards!” the little one fussed as the car lurched forward.

Sylvie sighed, cut her losses, and let the tall little awkwardly try to sit in her arms, clinging onto her with his bum on the table so he could face forward, just like Thor and Mobius.

At first, she tried to ignore him, and instead hold a normal conversation with her co-caregiver, but unfortunately, Loki was too cute and she ended up running her fingers through his hair and petting his back.

“Ah ah, nope, we’re not doing this that way right now,” she said very suddenly when his squirmy hands began to lift her shirt up.

Loki murmured something incomprehensible.

“If you’re hungry, this is all I’m going to give you right now.” She reached down just slightly to grab a bottle out of the diaper bag by her feet and tucked it into her neck for him.

“Trains always turn you into such a little baby, hm?” she smiled. “Are you going to be a baby when you see your mum?”

Loki didn’t do much to answer, besides readjusting his arms around her and making a tiny peeping coo.

“Are you seeing what Mobius is up to?”

Mobius almost seemed startled as his attention was ripped away from window-watching by Loki tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

“Bee! Mo-bee!” Loki cooed.

Mobius reached over the table to pet the little one’s hair, running the inky curls through his fingers just like he had seen Sylvie do. “Hi Loki!”

“Ooh! You got the ‘L’ look at you!” Sylvie smiled.

“Mobius, are you feeling big today?” Thor asked.

The little nodded.

“Big enough to try one of Loki’s favorite games?”

“Bigger n Loki!” he exclaimed.

Thor rooted around in the diaper bag for a coloring book as well as a box of crayons and set them out for Mobius on the table.

The boy flipped through and landed on a page he liked before selecting a color and sliding the box over to Thor.

“Would you like me to color with you?” Thor asked.

The little one nodded silently as he got to work. So, Thor grabbed a crayon and joined him.

Frigga’s retirement community was four hours and two train transfers away. Precisely the reason that Thor had taken the time to convince Sylvie to spend the night there. Lord knows it hadn’t been her first idea.

By the time that this third train had stopped, Loki had only grown more awake, hyperactive, and grown-up in headspace-- up to his very top limit of three years old to impress his mother with what a big boy he was, much to Sylvie’s disappointment.

Luckily, she still had one more little to baby.

“You know, if you don’t take a nap soon you’ll have to take one at nana’s,” she told Mobius flippantly. “Are you sure you don’t need to sit in the stroller? We wouldn’t want a repeat of last week.”

Cautiously, he agreed and sat down, letting Sylvie buckle him in. Even though he crossed his arms and didn’t dare touch any of the toys.

The pattering of rain on the nylon fabric shielding him from the rain and fleece baby blanket over him, must’ve felt quite nice.

For a moment, Sylvie almost felt jealous.

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televinita · 7 months

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Ship-a-palooza!

Loki/Sylvie is currently whipping my brain into an absolute frenzy because a) they're back! I'm ready! hit me!, but also b) like nothing has happened that I can cling to yet, so I've churned up all this shipping energy in preparation but there's no place for it to vent. Which is giving me insomnia.

So last night, I was on YouTube putting in I-don't-even-know-how-many random keywords trying to call up...something for my voracious mind to settle and snack upon, and after a bunch of meh I somehow I hit a trifecta of new-to-me-AND-ALSO-PERFECT comfort-cuddle times:

Supergirl 2x14: Kara & Mon-El, the latter of whom has a whatever face despite my respect for this crossing over from fiction to reality in a much healthier way than her previous costar relationship, but that matters zero percent because WHAT IS HAPPENING, WHAT IS THIS PERFECTLY POSED COUCH SNUGGLE COMPLETE WITH FOREHEAD KISSING. (ignore the disruptive ending of the clip)

2. Hellcats, the show I know about but have never seen anything from, featuring my dashing reliable fave Matt Barr, 1x18: basically THE EXACT SAME SCENE AS ABOVE?? anyway I can't focus on anything being said because I am obsessed with how his hand never stops moving, constantly running soothing motions over her back except once when he briefly pets her hair (!) before tightening into a full hug. This is like watching a 10.0 gymnastics routine. Everything choreographed to my exact peak desire.

(stay tuned I am definitely coming back to them at some point; this has gone from "would be nice to see someday" to "banging down the doors demanding access")

3. And then I stumble into "it's alright, I'm here," which by the title alone is already making me sit up straighter, "a short film about depression" (interest rising) where "a young man has a depressive breakdown in front of his unsuspecting friend" [seems more like girlfriend. given the kissing and all.]

And it...is just the entire standard contents of my daydreams, splashed out for the world to see. This is the kind of stuff I run when I lack new content or am bored with the old content and just need maximum cotton fluff STAT, this is what happens. All the tears, all the comfort via at least five differet varieties of cuddling, including falling asleep together.

And then for an EXTRA layer, I can't stop obsessing about how the lack of polish not only makes this look far more real compared to the above to, this...is actually what I've experienced in life. Like exactly. Complete with not knowing exactly what to do or say except to Be There and offer uncertain but earnest hugs and reassurances, because how do you imitate what you've seen on TV when it's real and it turns out all the observational study in the world does not actually prepare you to be good at it. But you try and it seems to help, at least for a bit, maybe. It's kind of overwhelming to see yourself in a scene like that.

(Side note: the actress in particular is such a highlight; I hope she finds more things to act in because she has such quiet but compelling charisma. But adding to the "televinita this is your life" feeling -- roughly my body type? her hair the exact length and color of mine, thicker but otherwise the same style, complete with slight frizz that I don't even realize is a thing until I see it catching the light on film and recognize mine does that too? I am losing my mind)

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Anyway I would like to bless whatever the equivalent of book fairies* are for sending this set my way; I've never had this kind of luck with finding clips before but this is everything I needed and with perfect timing, too.

*it's the much less romantic, cold-hard-science of unfeeling algorithms, ain't it

#gonna have a fandom hangover about this and be embarrassed tomorrow when it's too late to delete until 4pm but oh well #random shippy things #(SUPERSIZED EDITION)#for your purposes numbers 1 and 2 are the more relevant ones to this tag #number 3 just wrung a lot of words out me

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stupidthoughtsinwriting · 1 year

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I posted 753 times in 2022

That's 753 more posts than 2021!

236 posts created (31%)

517 posts reblogged (69%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stupidthoughtsinwriting

@peterman-spideyparker

@high-functioning-lokipath

@muddyorbsblr

@thoughtkick

I tagged 95 of my posts in 2022

#loki - 19 posts

#tom hiddleston - 13 posts

#marvel - 13 posts

#loki imagine - 8 posts

#loki odinson - 8 posts

#loki laufeyson - 7 posts

#loki god of mischief - 7 posts

#sherlock - 6 posts

#loki x reader - 5 posts

#she hulk - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 89 characters

#a lot will complain how its just another male role getting played by a woman or something

My Top Posts in 2022:

Y/N: Shit! I'm dripping

Loki: *smirks

Y/N : *looks at him

Y/N: Snot you baffoon, dear god. *wacks him in the back of the head and sends him to get tissues

57 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

Rainy Day

the gif is misleading but the best i could find.

this is just really sweet and fluffy.

you can imagine anyone of your choosing to be the he and maybe even the she

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He was still asleep when she left the bed so with a kiss on the head and a blanket over, she quietly left the room and went to the kitchen. She opened her laptop for something to watch and ate her food. When he woke up alone in bed, he went and looked for you. He found you in the kitchen, eating while watching on your laptop. The knit cardigan you wore fell to your shoulder revealing the camisole top you wore. As you were about to take a bite, you move your hair to the side, revealing more of your skin. You looked beautiful in his eyes. So stunning. He found the view so wonderful, so lovely. He wished he could just stay in that scene. Gazing at the beautiful woman in morning light, despite the rain which he knew you loved. Walking over to her, he kissed her shoulder, which caused her to drop her spoon and nuzzle her head with his. One of her hands flew up to his curly fluff of hair and massage his head. His arms wrapped around her as he nuzzled his face on her neck. She turned her head to kiss him on the side of his head and whisper good morning. He whispered back as to keep the delicacy of the moment. She turned her body on the chair and faced him fully, letting his head drop to your chest as your fingers ran through his curls, his arms still wrapped around your waist. You kissed the top of his head and he raised it to be met with his beautiful crystalline orbs before his soft lips met yours, slotting together perfectly as one of your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His grip on you tightened and pulled you closer together. Pulling back, foreheads rested against each other’s, smiles painted your faces, having indeed a good morning

i wrote this a few days ago at like one or two am soo... Desperately wanted to continue but thought this was perfect. Even tried to re-write it but thought the rough draft of it was perfect enough. idea came to me when I was having breakfast and was watching daredevil at dinner. Absolutely love this. So soooo cute. Now I sound like a pre-pubesant girl, but it is though. Could be thought as anybody but personally thinking of my favorite Mr. Tom Hiddleston. Could be anyone though, another actor, character you want but since I love marvel that’s what im mostly thinking off. I might out this as a scene in a fic im writing about Mr. Hiddleston. And heck even imagine the lady as Zawe, that always makes me feel better when I think about tom and I always feel bad and im sorry if this makes anyone feel bad or take any offence.

this isnt even correct as i continued to switch from she/her to you.

ive been wanting to post for days but this should suffice for now

95 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

Its not your fault (Loki)

i saw a title on wattpad and it gave me an idea. this maybe something ive cooked up in the loo

Loki, an old love of hers, finds himself on Midgard, on top of a destruction he never wanted.

She was persistent in helping him. Disregarding everybody else's warnings and fighting her way to get to him. He wasn't himself. This wasn't his fault, he was controlled. He was forced and tortured into submission. It wasn't his fault.

The others were going to take him, paying no mind to how pained he was. She got to him before they did. He saw the approach but didn't know who it was. He flinched and got defensive. When he saw her, the facade broke. He saw the girl he grew up with, the girl that was there for him whenever he was left alone by the others, the girl that comforted him when he wanted to give up.

She slowly walked over to him, careful and wary of not scaring him. When she reached him, she placed a hand of his cheek and he melted. He dropped the dagger he had and leaned into the warmth of her. Letting himself get lost knowing that she's guide him back and keep him safe.

He wondered why she was there, why after all he's done, why was she still there

‘Why trust me' he asked, savouring her comfort for as long as he could before the universe decides to take her away, one way or the other.

‘Because I love you, and I love you enough to know this isn't you' she explained, letting her words sink in for him. When he understood, he broke. Letting himself fall, knowing she'll be there to catch him. And she did. She eased him down on the messy floors, his arms wrapping around her and his head falling to hide in the crook of her neck. A hand went to his raven locks, cradling his head in her hold, her fingers scratching his scalp in a way she knew he loved and gave him comfort.

He just broke. He sobbed and he let out everything he felt from his months of torture. The pain, the manipulation, the lies and deceit, all went out as his mind tried to break through everything. His mind was a mess. He couldn’t even begin to process anything. He didn’t know what was true or false, but he knew he never wanted any of this. All he wanted was to be loved and seen. To be treated as an equal and she did that for him even after hurting her, she was still there.

He held her tight. His grip a vice, never wanning as he was afraid losing her and all this just being some cruel elaborate trick. She held him just as tight, knowing he needed this. She held him for as long as he needed to be held. Not giving a tiny rats arse about anything or anyone else but the broken prince in her arms. She whispered words of comfort, assuring him that she’ll never leave and that he’s safe. That she wouldn’t let anybody hurt him and would behead the mindless soul for even trying.

She dismissed his pleas for forgiveness. Saying what he could about what happened and she dismissed them, knowing with all her heart that it wasn’t his fault.

She laid her head on top of his, never minding the destroyed city just outside. This wasn’t his fault. She held her broken prince, trying to keep the pieces together for long enough until she could find somewhere to glue them back together. It wouldn’t be perfect, but she would love him, nevertheless.

Just outside the room, there stood the Avengers. Blocked out by her magic, a barrier keeping them from getting closer to either of them, they stood watching as their supposed enemy broke down.

‘What is this? This has to be some sort of trick. He must have enchanted her or something’ the captain questioned, believing that the god’s pain was an act as he crumbled down his beloveds’ arms.

‘No captain, this is no trick. Loki would never dream to trick his beloved. She’s come back for him after all that’s happened and this… what’s happened isn’t my brothers doing. She’s known the truth from the start. She knew this wasn’t his purposeful doing. Norns, I should have known this wasn’t him.’ Thor spoke, finally understanding the protests she gave.

‘What are you talking about?’ said the man in the iron suit

‘I’ve only seen my brother crumble like this once before. He’s only ever done so in the privacy of his own or mother’s chambers but the one time, he couldn’t hold it in, he found solace in her arms once he’s found her and… there was, is no trickery in that, only bare and raw emotion we couldn’t even begin to imagine.’

‘Do you trust her?’ asked the redheaded widow

‘I trust them. My brother’s vulnerability isn’t so easily shared, and I trust it all to be genuine. And I trust her to keep him safe. To pull him back from all this madness’ the brother spoke as he watched his little sibling breakdown in the arms of the one he loves. The god of thunder should have believed her from the start. They could have worked through it from the beginning instead of it all leading to this destruction.

little note or more of a pov maybe or some other insight, idk but

loki relinquished their relationship out of the blue and years later, she still came back to him, knowing that the man she loved wasnt the man he found on midgard. she was still there for him, believing his true self and looking past the façade of power, where she found the truth in a tormented version of her darling prince.

this may be rubbish but fuck it

108 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

She used to be mine

Summery: coming from Christine's wedding, Stephen thinks back to where things went wrong as he wandered New York

Warning: Cursing, A bit of detailed surgery, Pills, Over use of the word shock, Angst

Note: I am not a medical professional, nor do I claim to be one. I do apologize for any inaccuracy in the story Im sure there must be

the title may be inaccurate and im seriously considering in changing it

Im honestly thinking of multiple endings to this soo i might post that when im done with it sooo

‘The best surgeon and the best superhero. But you still didn’t get the girl’

The words lingered and repeated in his mind over and over as he watched the happy couple dance. There he stood, perched up against the bar, draining his martini as he thought and repeated those words over and over again. The number of times he’s repeated that could compete with the amount of times he’d died at the hands of Dormammu.

Turning to the bar for a refill, he didn’t see Christine walk over in his direction for a refill herself.

Clearing her throat, interrupting and snapping Stephen out of his thoughts, she said ‘A glass of red please’ in her pitched voice to the bartender. Stephen, being who he was, interjected.

‘Oh, allow me miss’ he piped, waving his hand over her glass and turning the clear liquid water to blood red wine.

‘Ahhh’

‘A little too on the nose’ he questioned

‘No, for you, at my wedding, nah it’s perfect’ she grinned

‘Congratulations’ he praised as they rose both their glasses and clinked.

‘Thank you’ she said before taking a sip of her wine. ‘Mmm, there’s Charlie. I have to introduce you because he’s kind of, it’s embarrassing but he’s a big fan’ he nodded, laughing at her words ’sooo’ she said as she started to walk away.

‘Yah, ey um Christine’ he said, putting a hand on her arm to stop her from moving any further. Turning back to him, she waited for whatever it was he was going to say.

‘Um, I should have’ he exhales ‘I wish it could have been different. I never stopped caring about us but I had to make sacrifices to protect you and I’m sorry.’ He finished looking down.

Breathing out, she looked at him earnestly ‘It was never gonna work out between us’

‘Why not?’ he asked

‘Because, Stephen, you never loved me.’ She smiled solemnly.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You never loved me like you loved her.’ She explained apathetically. ‘At the time, I would have taken it, but you always had to be the one holding the knife. And I always respected you for it, but I couldn’t love you for it. She did.’ She finished. Digesting her words, he exhales.

‘How long you had that in the barrel?’

‘Long time’ she beamed

‘I bet’ he responded as she took a sip of her drink and placed his on the bar. ‘But um truly, I’m just glad you’re happy’ he said looking at her. He really was genuinely happy for her, it just made him a bit sad. To think that he was alone. Nic’s words returned in his line of thought. But you still didn’t get the girl.

‘I am. I really really am’ she said. He grinned, she really does look very happy and he didn’t want to ruin that for her. She deserved to be happy. And now looking back, he thinks that she never really was happy when they were together, or at least the way she’s happy now.

‘Good’ he said, letting out a laugh.

‘Are you?’ Christine asked. Getting caught off guard, he thought of a quick response.

‘I’m happy’ he said. Truthfully, he was just fine. Content. Happy seemed like a strong word so fine was more accurate.

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My #1 post of 2022

Spiraling (Sherlock Holmes)

Hi, this is just a thought I've concocted. I honestly dont know what it is. I dont know if anybody will enjoy it, i hope they do but i already expect disappointment. Pardon my writing as i am still new to this. there was still a bit left after this but i didnt know how to run through it so just posted this but maybe ill finish that one once ive thought it through

Summary: After an accident during a case, a hostage situation leaves you in a coma for a week. During that week in the hospital, things are going horribly in Baker Street

‘Ohh Sherlock darling that’s beautiful, though I haven’t heard it before. Dare I ask who wrote that’ I asked Sherlock as he played the unfamiliar song. It was odd that I was unfamiliar with the beautiful tune as Sherlock has played plenty and more melodies than I can count, all of which I was familiar with, however that was new. I knew that he likes to compose as it helps him think but this was different, so I assumed was he’s playing another great’s piece. His melodies were always a bit solemn, deep and intense but this was lively, light and dare I say romantic.

‘Me’ he said flatly as he continued to play. Shocked as I was, I remained quiet as he carried on fiddling with his violin. Apparently, the shock was evident in my face as a smirked crossed his. I shrugged it off and listened until he finished the number. He was focused on the violin when he started to play but now his gaze was held on me. I gave him a soft smile which caused his features to soften into a smile of its own.

After a little while he finished and set the instrument on his chair, eyes still fixed on me. The grin I’ve plastered on grew wider as he walks over to me, hand in offering. I accepted and rose from my seat as he led the way to an open area. He moved to face me, a hand that belonged to him crept up to my waist and the hand he held in his was raised. Confused of his actions, I went along with it and raised my free arm to his shoulder, having an inkling where this was going. Guessing correctly, we moved around the living area, dancing as much we could in the small, confined space. Having known the dance as the same one done at John’s wedding; I was pleased to not have forgotten the steps.

As we continued waltzing, I asked ‘what has you all cheery?’

‘What has you so inquisitive’ he countered

‘Fair enough, though what had transpired to get you to write such a beautiful melody’

‘Nothing just got bored, so I composed. I was just very fortunate enough to have a great model and inspiration.’ He smiled as I beamed at the realization of what he meant. I was sat all day reading -a rather fascinating book might I add- on John’s chair as the boys finished up on a case. He’d come in around just after noon, bored of having been done with the previous case and not being on one currently. I greeted him when he walked in and went to the kitchen to fix up some tea. When I returned, giving one of the two mugs to him -a kiss on the head as a thank you-, I returned to finishing my book.

We continued dancing around the flat for a little while, nothing but the silent music and the rustling of our feet was heard. I laid my head on his shoulder at some point, happy and content of where I was and what I was doing. His voice broke the silence as we went for one last round.

‘Darling, can you do me a favour?’ he asked, voice a bit changed from the one he used earlier but I thought nothing of it.

‘Sure love, what is it?’

‘Wake up. Don’t leave me. Please come back to me’ His voice was now pleading and serious.

I raised my head as I said ‘What are you talking about, I’m right…’ I paused as his body and hold were loosening and disappearing ‘…here’ I continued with my sentence as I raised my hands to hold Sherlocks face. Everything had started to disappear in black. The flat and slowly his body.

‘Please come back, I can’t lose you, I need you please’ were his final words as he disappeared, slipping through my fingers, into the darkness. Nothing but a spotlight overhead of me. I put down my hands from where they were clutching on to his face, looking around into nothing but darkness.

…

‘Ey, how’s she doing?’ Greg asked John as he walked into the hospital room. It was quiet, nothing but the steady beeping of the heart monitor, breathing of the people in the room and the rain pattering on the window. John was sat at the chair at the end of the bed where you laid, nearly dozing off but was aroused by Lestrade breaking the silence of the room. Mycroft, unnoticed yet by the DI was stood at the dark corner beside the door. He was staring at your unmoving body, wondering how such a fierce, smart, brave and strong woman could ever lay looking so fragile.

‘Same as yesterday’ John replied with a yawn. The lot of them have been juggling staying here with you, looking after Sherlock and taking care of Rosie. John and Molly’s focus were taking care of Rosie, while Mrs. Hudson looked after Sherlock somewhat. She’d inform their little group of what’s been happening with him, keeping tabs of his activities and mayhem in the flat but the woman could only do so much. Greg checked up on him from time to time, more often than John and Molly but it was no use. What greeted them was a mess that was once the great Detective Sherlock Holmes. No one could get through to him but you. Even Mycroft tried, but he knew that what his brother needed, and the lack of it resulted into relapsing back to old habits.

John went straight here after Molly came to take care of Rosie. He was absolutely knackered. Rosie couldn’t sleep through the night which kept him up as well. He’s been living off of pots of coffee the past week with barely enough sleep. He’d nod off at times when it was his watch and the others would let him.

Mycroft came to check on you from time to time and occasionally kept watch of you as well. He knew that when you woke up and found him fully rested, not having bothered with helping the others, you’d have his head.

Now it seems the boys are all here at once. Greg came to relieve John of his duties to get some rest and inform him of the situation with the younger of the Holmes brothers, still unaware that the older was in the room.

‘Just got a message from Mrs. Hudson about our boy, it isn’t good.’ Greg announces, drawing Mycroft to rub his temples and John to release a sigh. Ever since the accident, Sherlock has only visited you once. The lot of em guessed he couldn’t bear to see you that way so for the past week, he’s been holed up in Baker Street.

‘Christ, what the bloody hell has he done now’ John said exasperated. He was exhausted. Before Greg could respond, another did.

‘You wouldn’t want to know’ Mycroft breathed out. Lestrade’s head snaped to the corner of the room, where the voice originated. Mycroft walked to the centre of the room, down the foot of your bed. Greg’s eyes followed, still startled by the unseen fellow.

‘What are you doing here’ he asked Holmes.

‘I could ask you the same thing’ the eldest Holmes retorted.

‘It’s my shift with y/n’

‘Well there’s no need, you lot look like rubbish’

‘Gee Myc, thanks’ John interrupted.

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11 reasons why cap 4 should reintroduce Bucky Barnes as the love interest, an essay

to start this off, i am not writing this essay from a shipping place nor do i believe that this would have any influence at all over the upcoming movie. i expect nothing. this is simply something that i would personally like to see. (of course no hate to anybody who thinks differently)

here are 11 reasons why i think making Bucky into Sam Wilson's love interest in Cap 4 would be a good move for Disney.

1. on the Chinese film market - and why it's an irrelevant argument against the inclusion of homosexual themes in Cap 4

the Chinese film market is something that has been blamed for a lack of diversity in Hollywood films a lot lately. many people claim that this market with a lot of buying power has been responsible for the lack of gay and black representation in particular within Hollywood films.

and we have certainly seen Hollywood treating it as such, going so far as to cut gay scenes from movies for their Chinese releases, and vastly minimising John Boyega's (a black actor's) presence in the Chinese poster of Star Wars The Force Awakens.

[image ID: on the left is an image of the American poster for Star Wars The Force Awakens, featuring John Boyega prominently on the right-hand side. And on the right is the Chinese poster for the same movie, in which John Boyega is barely visible.]

so we know at the very least that Disney believes this through their own actions and efforts to self-censor for the different markets.

but Captain America 4 is a black-led movie, don't you forget. and Disney can't minimise Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie in the movie or the poster because it's his movie and his poster. and no amount of creativity in the editing room can change that (thank God!).

so if by their own argument the film is already going to be either banned, panned or slammed in China... then what do they have to fear from making it a gay movie too?

2. oh, the queerbaiting

queerbaiting is an unusual cultural idea. and sometimes i find myself thinking that the term is far too easily used, but then all of a sudden i will stumble upon a movie or show that is so quintessentially cruel and overt in it's... well... queerbaiting that i will start to wonder what the hell kind of a bizarre relationship all these straight people seem to have with their friends. take Troy and Abed from Community or John and Sherlock from Sherlock as the perfect examples of this. (in which my reaction to the show's creators saying the show wasn't gay was to ask so then why did you make it so gay?!)

i felt that Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes in tfatws were getting quite close to this level of queerbaiting.

there was the field scene, the couple's counselling scene, the boat scene, the couple's counselling scene, Bucky going with Sam to face Karli when she told Sam to come alone, the couple's counselling scene, ALL the staring scenes, Sam checking out Bucky's ass here as they said goodbye, the "i would move in with him but" hidden scene, "Uncle Bucky" showing up at the cookout scene, the romantic walking off together into the sunset together ending scene, and the couple's counselling scene. did i forget anything? but i mean seriously, the couple's counselling scene!!! that thing they did with their legs and their crotches while staring deep into each other's eyes, would any straight guy willingly do that? do straight guys crotch-snuggle now?

[image ID: an image of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes during the therapy scene with the quote, "Isn't anybody going to drag me into impromptu couple's therapy and slot my legs firmly between theirs before staring deeply into my eyes?"]

(yeah i stole this image from a buzzfeed article on the fan reactions to the couple's therapy scene. but given that they stole 80% of the content of that article from fandom tumblr, i think it's pretty even-steven.)

there's also the fact that people started talking about bisexual Bucky Barnes a lot after the tiger pictures line, and the lead writer Malcom Spellman responded to the talk of Bucky's bisexuality with "just keep watching". well we watched, Malcolm. but it's beginning to feel like you were just jerking us around.

3. the writing

seriously though, what else is Bucky Barnes doing right now in the MCU? his only remaining connection to anything going on right now is through Sam. there is literally nothing else established that's left for him to do that doesn't involve Sam. he moved to Louisiana to be closer to Sam (canonically), he hangs out with Sam's family (canonically), and Steve is presumably gone and is definitely not coming back for more adventures.

he has no villains or loose ends left. he has no other superheroes that he appears to be in contact with. he has no girlfriend or potential love interest, or even other friends or family. he is living in a tent that he has secretly set up in Sam's backyard and is mysteriously appearing from the bushes when it's time for dinner like a stray cat.

in my opinion there is no other meaningful and pre-established progression for Bucky's character that wouldn't just feel cheap.

plus, i don't think the general audience would be all that surprised if they kissed. i think a LOT of people picked up on all that tension. i think a lot of straight people picked up on all that tension too.

4. the chemistry between the actors & the chemistry between the characters

the original pitch for tfatws was essentially just this, it was the chemistry between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie and their respective MCU characters of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

now obviously Anthony and Sebastian are simply friends, and i wouldn't mean to imply anything more. but they are also not their characters.

Sam and Bucky's scenes together before tfatws were both limited and short, and yet audiences still fell in love with the dynamic between the two characters.

in interviews, these two actors are constantly slipping into character and flirting with each other and frankly it's adorable. plus it's really entertaining. i'd love to see that dynamic, unfiltered, in a movie.

because believe it or not the flirting is actually even more open in their interviews than it was in tfatws. and i'm leaving some links as proof.

this here is known as the "married" compilation

and here's a "lucky dip" selection of interviews - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

and here's Anthony trying to get Seb to take his jacket off.

i'm just saying, why not let their chemistry shine? these two are so talented and so entertaining, especially when you put them in a room together. and can you imagine how absolutely hilarious and brilliant it would be to watch them navigate being a couple?

(and for those who bring up the "friends would be uncomfortable pretending to be dating" argument, i'm not here asking for a sex scene or anything. i don't think anyone would expect them to show any more intimacy (physical or emotional) while playing a couple than what they've already shown together in say... tfatws or in their own interviews. not that i actually expect anything regardless.)

5. if they were a man and a woman they would've gotten together in tfatws

i have no more to add here. just that... yeah, they would've.

6. and i'm not talking about the comics here, i'm talking about the MCU.

i understand fully that none of what i'm saying here falls in line with these characters from the comics. but the mcu itself doesn't fall much in line with the comics either, and these two characters especially are very different from their comics counterparts.

i'm not asking for these two to get together in the comics. tbh i don't think that it would work.

but the mcu Sam and Bucky are different and closer than their comics counterparts. they've got different histories, different backstories, and a very different dynamic. please rest assured that i am only talking about them in the mcu.

7. Bucky Barnes is believably bisexual. and Sam Wilson has never been proven to be straight in the mcu, nor has he had a love interest.

(now please continue to keep in mind that these points only stand for the mcu versions of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, and not at all for their comics counterparts.)

Sam Wilson has never had a love interest, which is crazy because have you seen that man! he has had two blink and you'll miss it moments of verbal expression of attraction to women, both in TWS. and that's the extent of it, through his entire history in the mcu.

Bucky Barnes has had a number of surface-level female love interests, but none of them even came close to the level of connection and chemistry that Bucky shares with Sam.

and i'm sorry SarahBucky fans, but i just don't think there's very much to their relationship either. i love Sarah, i really do. but it's Sam who shares all the meaningful moments and history and chemistry with Bucky. and i don't see what making her into a love interest would do for Sarah's character either, what would that add to her story?

[Picture ID: Bucky at the cookout with Sam, Sarah, Cass and AJ. Bucky and Sam are looking at each other and smiling.]

and also there is the whole tiger pictures thing... again. which does strongly suggest that Bucky is bisexual whether this was intentional on behalf of the writers or not.

8. it's representation... AND it feels natural

marvel hasn't had a lot of queer representation that's been noticeably present in the MCU at the time of writing this.

there have been a lot of failures so far, from the bisexual erasure of Valkyrie in Thor Ragnarok to the wlw erasure in Black Panther.

there was queerbaiting almost identical to the bisexual Bucky baiting for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2. when asked if he had considered featuring a gay hero in gotg2, director James Gunn stated that "We might have already done that. I say, watch the movie." after the movie's release audiences were understandably confused about the lack of queer representation. To which the director followed up his comments with, "But we don't really know who's gay and who's not. It could be any of them."

there is also Loki, considered by most fans after the airing of his six episode series on Disney+ to be both a poor attempt at both genderfluid representation and bisexual representation. with both attempts being summed up fairly well by the term "blink-and-you'll-miss-it". (also it's just terribly written and Loki doesn't wear any interesting clothes! fanficcers are a Goddamn blessing in this hard time!)

and let us not forget that Andrew Garfield was apparently FIRED for pushing for a bisexual spiderman. a bisexual spiderman within an interracial mlm relationship no less.

so for all these failures, marvel, why not allow us queer fans this? two brilliant and heroic men in a loving interracial relationship. two heroes that we can look up to.

now, one of the biggest detractions from the argument for representation is the idea of "forced diversity". and some poorly written characters certainly do end up feeling forced into the narrative. take Iceman in the comics for example, with Jean Grey just straight up suddenly telling him he's gay. like, marvel, sweetie, that's not how this works! and i don't know a lot of queer people who thought much of that "representation".

but the crux of the "forced diversity" argument is almost always that it feels unnatural within the story, right? and i don't think that anyone could say that about MCU Sam and Bucky ending up together, given these characters' existing chemistry and their history. they've both played characters in gay relationships before so we know that it's not outside of either actor's wheelhouse. and y'all know that Anthony and Seb can act, people. if it's in the script i believe that they'll make it seem like the most natural thing on earth.

9. it'd be a nice change

there's been an ongoing meme lately about "Disney's first gay character", the joke being that they continually announce gay characters without really ever including gay characters in their films.

this is to the point where Disney has formed a reputation amongst queer audiences of being homophobic.

if Sam and Bucky were to become a couple, then Disney could have its first actual gay character within a gay relationship. AND have him be in the lead of his own movie, no less.

it's also worth keeping in mind that there's likely an overlap between the people who were outraged by a Sam Wilson Captain America, and the people who'd be outraged by a gay Captain America. and if they were already not seeing the film, then i don't think much is gonna change that.

queer audiences would definitely love it, and the media attention would be guaranteed to be huge. i mean, simply look at the amount of media attention mere rumours of a character's queerness gets you and multiply that by a canon confirmation of said rumours.

but i'm pretty sure that Disney already knows this.

10. and yet, in truth, it's not about the representation

in truth i've never felt that i had any trouble relating to characters of any sexual orientation, race, gender, sex, body type, etc. (although that is not to throw any shade at all on people who do wish to see themselves represented) but for me, i think it's more about the story than the packaging.

and yet, a love story is still just a story. straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial. when two characters have chemistry and history and have sacrificed for each other time and time again, and they also can't keep their hands or their eyes off each other, then i'm pretty sure that that's a love story.

straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial, it shouldn't be about these simple labels. it should be about how well written the relationship is. it should be about chemistry, and history, and sacrifice.

because i'm fucking sick of all the hollow, forced romances in media no matter the genders of the participants. i'm sick of lazily written, shallow relationships where any two people sharing the same space for any extended period of time will simply fall in love. it's boring, it's repetitive, and as a writer myself it drives me up the wall!

romance stories suck! and everyone knows that romance stories suck. between twilight, and most of the entire YA genre, and love triangles (so boring), and romance used as poorly-written throwaway subplots in Hollywood movies, the world is in agreement that the romance in western media is simply dreadful. and yet we still want love stories. it's an entire genre that sits at the heart of the human experience (<3), and yet one which so few of today's best known writers seem truly able to capture.

i don't think that i'm the only one who feels this way, either. i suspect it's actually a large part of why fandom is so romance-centred in the first place, that we're all just starving for a good love story.

(btw i think fandom has a reputation for being something that as a whole that it is not. it has this reputation for straight up demanding things and harassing people until they get their way. while unfortunately there are a few people who do this, they're fucking annoying and i swear that they're far from the majority.

in my experience fandom is mostly about writing a five thousand word story at three am while drunk off your ass because it might make someone whom you've never met smile, editing it in the cold light of day, and then posting it. expecting nothing. sometimes getting nothing. and sometimes getting someone send you kudos or a comment so heartbreakingly wonderful that it makes you smile in return.)

11. so once again, it is all about the writing.

i want to see Sam and Bucky get together in the mcu, not because they would be a gay couple but because i genuinely believe that their story has potential to be an amazing love story.

and i know the mcu isn't about the romance. it's why in my personal opinion we haven't gotten a lot of good canon romances besides Peter Quill and Gamora. and i don't think that the mcu should be all about the romance either. i fucking love the action and the fighting scenes. i love the comedy. Captain America: The Winter Soldier had no romance and it was a fucking treasure, it was an amazing spy-action-thriller and it made my little gay heart dance. Thor Ragnarok had no romance, and it was an utterly brilliant comedic spectacle action film. not every movie needs romance.

but mcu Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes were doing couple's therapy and fixing a boat and walking off into the sunset together in tfatws. they were inseparable on the battlefield. they've got a dynamic. it's beautiful, it's romantic, and it's gold.

a budding relationship between them in the next movie would be a good way to explore both characters more without the narrative feeling too stilted and separate. at the end of tfatws, both Sam and Bucky fans found that their respective fave felt somewhat underutilised and that their characters were underexplored.

now, that problem would be even more difficult to remedy in a movie, because the plotline of a movie needs to be really tight to work (giggity). and we know that the central conflict of the movie is gonna be action-based (which is good), but we still need each character's personal journey and growth to tie into the main conflict. (which is another issue that some fans found with tfatws, that these characters didn't really feel connected to the action-based plot on a more personal level.)

if Sam and Bucky are already in a relationship, however, this whole dynamic changes. first, their relationship has already been set up for nicely since TWS and through tfatws and they would officially be the best-fleshed-out couple in the mcu. but most importantly, a relationship gives them a perfect vehicle to explore both of their pasts comparatively and connect them personally to the action-based plot.

do you want to establish that Sam is a little too trusting and naïve? then establish this through his relationship with Bucky, and through showing his placing his trust in Bucky. (rather than through having him sympathise with a villain who threatened to murder his sister and his nephews).

perhaps you want to show Bucky recovering from his trauma? show us how comfortable he is with Sam. they get along, they're enjoying each other's presence, we see more of Sam's life and of his family, and then let Bucky tell Sam something that's raw and dark and honest about his life as The Winter Soldier. something about a memory, one that he only just recalled. he's opening up. and maybe what he tells Sam is even something that sets up the future action-based conflict, to ground that in something real.

you want to explore that Sam has trauma too? do this through Bucky. he tells Bucky a story about his time in the military. in the form of a flashback, he shares his own story of loss to evoke before the audience the shared theme of feeling at fault even when you're simply a helpless bystander to an act of pure destruction.

then, action sequence! and it's directly connected to Bucky's time as the Winter Soldier. explore the grief of someone whose life the Winter Soldier tore apart manifesting into a villain perpetuating the cycle of pain. establish your villain.

Later, Sam is dragged into battle against this villain for protecting Bucky. But Bucky doesn't want Sam to protect him. He feels guilt for what he can't control and he doesn't want Sam getting hurt because of him. Bucky reminds Sam that he has a family, one who needs him and who loves him. He tells him to go home.

Sam reminds Bucky that he's a part of that family. And that sure Sam's a hero and his job is to protect anyone and everyone, but that he's doing it because he wants to. It's not simply to prove that he can, or to prove that he's not a bystander (this connects to Sam's trauma here), but that he's doing it to help people.

and this gets Bucky thinking about who he is and what he's doing here. is he a hero who stands by Sam's side? or is he an ordinary man who stands aside? or perhaps, does he stand alone? what does he stand for? Maybe Sam knows. But does Bucky?

Sam and Bucky fight off the villain again, and for the first time Bucky meets this adversary face to face. And Bucky recognises this villain, and has a flashback to the genuine pain that he inflicted upon them in the form of the Winter Soldier. Bucky freezes mid-fight, he almost dies, and Sam has to save him.

Sam chews Bucky out for almost getting killed because he was afraid for him. but Bucky takes this the wrong way and goes off to fight the villain alone, or perhaps to die alone, he's not quite sure.

He puts up a half-hearted fight. He apologises for what the Winter Soldier has done, and he waits for the killing blow, when Sam swoops down and he saves him. He asks Sam why he saved him and Sam calls him a moron. And then, Sam asks him what sacrificing himself would solve. He tells him that you can't choose your past but you can choose your future (connecting to his own experience of loss and guilt and grief). And that no matter what Bucky Barnes still has a future, whether that's as the Winter Soldier or the White Wolf or just some dork with a day job. And that he has a future as a part of Sam's family too.

Sam fights the villain, and it's toe to toe. He delivers a few good blows, but receives a fair few himself. And then the villain tears off his wings, first one and then the other, in a manner reminiscent of what the Winter Soldier did to him in TWS. Through Bucky's eyes there's a flashback to highlight the parallels. Sam gets back on his feet and he fights his best fight, but is now losing.

And then the heavily injured Bucky steps up and fights by Sam's side, and only together do they take down the villain.

"So... I inspired you, huh?" Sam teases with a smile, utterly exhausted. "With my heroism and-"

"You inspired me." Bucky said, equally exhausted. "Let's leave it at that."

Together, Sam and Bucky go back to the safety and warmth of their family. Sam fixes his wings. Sam goes back to being Captain America. And Bucky... he's around, but it's unclear what he's doing.

That is, until the very end. When Sam is in a fight, and suddenly Bucky shows up and helps him out.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks.

"I've made up my mind." Bucky says. "I'm the Winter Soldier. But now I'll save lives, Sam. Now, like you, I'll be a hero."

Sam smirks. "So does this make you my sidekick, then?"

Bucky smiles. "C'mon, at least make me a partner." He says.

"How about co-workers." Sam says (in flashback, he remembers back to the death of his last on-the-job partner).

"How about friends." Bucky says, with a wry look.

"Bucky... I don't want to see you put your dumbass self in danger." Sam says.

"Oh, and it's ok for you to go running off into danger on your own all the time?" Bucky asks.

"Yes." Sam says stubbornly. "Absolutely it is."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not a dumbass?!"

"Sam, if you think I'm not gonna be watching your back for the rest of time... then you're the biggest dumbass I know. And I don't care if you need me or not, I will be there for you."

"Because Sam, you're more than Captain America. You're more than a good soldier. You're a good man. And I think sometimes, the world forgets what the difference is."

...or something like that.

(i only spent like 15 minutes on that. you know if i were actually writing this movie i would come up with something much better. and if anyone from marvel is seeing this, yes i can come work for you. i will make the time, let's do this thing right!)

finale

at the end of the day, whether or not the mcu chooses to make Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes a couple, it's their decision. and they don't owe me anything.

i'm just some random person on the internet. who thinks that Captain America 4 should #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend

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