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silenceinternalmonologue · 1 year

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Somebody asked me to talk about the misconception that Loki is always trying to kill Thor, so here are some thoughts.

When Loki and Thor are children, Thor is the one who expresses bloodlust: "I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all". We can infer from this scene that Loki was not violent or murderous as a child (unlike a certain scene in Thor: Ragnarok would suggest which, let it be remembered, was completely improvised and therefore not written with Loki's actual character in mind).

Loki never expresses a desire to kill Thor (except on Svartalfheim, and we all know that was a trick).

The closest he comes to this is his command to the Destroyer: "Ensure my brother does not return. Destroy everything." Notice how direct the latter part of the sentence is, while the former is vague and left up to interpretation. This is a partial reach, but I wonder if Loki wouldn't have just told the Destroyer to kill Thor if that's what he really wanted.

Loki had the opportunity to use the Destroyer's death ray on Thor, and he didn't. He chose to slap him instead. Yes, this proved to be nearly fatal, but he could have been much more direct. The Destroyer is a literal killing machine.

Even knowing Thor was mortal, I sincerely doubt Loki believed he would actually die. To Loki, Thor has always been his strong and unbeatable older brother. He has probably seen him mortally wounded hundreds of times and it was probably impossible to imagine him dying from a slap.

Remember that at this point, Loki has no reason to believe that Thor won't try to kill him as soon as he finds out he's Jotun. Thor had been happily killing hundreds of Frost Giants just the week before, and had likely been doing so for the last several hundred years. So even in this "him or me" situation, in the midst of a mental breakdown, moments away from attempting genocide, Loki isn't able to directly attempt to kill Thor.

Loki never even comes close to killing Thor at any other point in the films. They fight on Bifrost, but they're fighting more for control of the mechanism here than with intent to hurt (let alone kill) each other.

In the Avengers, Loki doesn't even pretend to try. He stabs Thor once with a tiny dagger that looks like it affected Thor as much as a bee sting.

In TDW he takes it a step further and sacrifices himself for Thor (or at least tries to). Is the opposite of trying to kill someone trying to die to save them? I feel like it might be.

In Ragnarok he tries to... turn him over to the Grandmaster? I guess? And we get the snake story, but like I already said, that was improv done with no regard for Loki's actual character. And then Loki literally saves the entirety of the Asgardian people and supports Thor becoming king which doesn't seem very murderous to me.

In Infinity War he sacrifices himself for real this time, first throwing away a goddamn INFINITY STONE to tackle Thor to the ground with no thought for his wellbeing and then having the life choked out of him by his greatest fear and tormentor and also oh my god it's been FOUR films since the last time he sort of maybe subjectively tried to kill Thor and he's been actively trying to save him in three of those

This got a bit long and rambly but yeah. No matter how you look at it, Loki's attempt-to-kill-Thor count is either one or zero. That simply doesn't add up to any number high enough to qualify as him "constantly" trying to kill his brother. Also his attempt-to-save-Thor count is by my calculations AT LEAST six, and that's only on-screen and obviously not counting the hundreds of years they spent together before this.

#loki #loki meta #thor ragnarok critical #loki deserves better #loki did nothing wrong #i don't know how people still think of him as a villain #there's a HUGE difference between a villain and a misguided person #loki's mistakes are on a grander scale because he's the prince of a magical alien world where battles are commonplace #but by the standards of his own people his actions are not even *that* bad #not saying he didn't do terrible things #but that's not due to him being a uniquely terrible or villainous person #it's due to his fucked up circumstances and shitty cultural indoctination and years of abuse and THEN familial betrayal on a massive scale #and THEN torture and brainwashing #(because he hadn't already suffered enough ig)#absolutely baffling to me how the average viewer sees him as a villain just because he *checks notes*#wears dark colors has a cryptic way of speaking has strong emotions and did bad things under duress #mainstream audience treatment of loki parallels asgard's treatment of loki #and it's FUCKED UP #anyways

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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***MASTERLIST***

A peasant in Vanaheim is forced to audition to be the concubine of the infamously detestable Loki of Asgard in tribute for Odin’s protection. Taking advantage of a lost cause, you decide to take the lessons of your aunt, a temple priestess to the goddess of love, to Asgard in order to seduce the prince in an attempt to win freedom for your people.

Instantly finding yourself struggling to stay afloat among the brutal nobles, cutthroat concubines, jealous princesses, and brutal games you never dreamed could exist in your worst nightmares, it becomes difficult to keep your head down in the court, or in the bed, of the infamous Snake Prince.

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

1- An Audition 2- The Snake Prince of Asgard 3- An Unusual Night 4- The Game 5- Death and a Diary 6- A Garden of Forking Paths 7- Others 8- Those Down Below 9- The Lesson 10- Days of Love, Days of Pain 11- The Viper Retreats 12- Queen of the Universe 13- Princess Ase 14- A Royal Bargain 15- Lokabrenna 16- Into the Shadows 17- Return the Stars 18- Heart Song

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#loki #mcu #fanfiction #mcu loki #loki fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki/reader #loki odinson #Prince!Loki #reader is a concubine #asgard #thor #frigga #odin #the snake prince #beauty and the beast

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squids-comics · 1 year

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The MCU depowers a lot of heroes and villains, but I don't think anyone has had it worse than Thor. And when I say depowered, I don't mean he's slightly weaker or his lightning is weaker, they got rid of all his funky hammer stuff! Like in the Avengers when he spun his hammer so fast he teleported the Avengers, Black Knight and the Melter into an alternate dimension:

Or how about when Jane Foster was dying and Thor couldn't save her in time, so he spun Mjolnir so fast time stopped:

Or! How about when he beat the Absorbing Man by spinning Mjolnir so fast he fused hydrogen atoms into helium atoms!!

If this was enough to transform Absorbing Man, but the air wasn't enough to turn him into nitrogen, that would mean Thor had to make more helium atoms than nitrogen atoms around Absorbing Man. If he was surrounded by 10 moles of air (a pretty small estimate), Thor would need to make around 8 moles of helium, causing an explosion releasing 2.88x10^12 KJ of energy to be released. This is about 688,336.5 tons of TNT. That's a pretty big explosion. But don't worry! Thor can survive it!

He lets the US Military test nuclear bombs on him sometimes. For fun I guess.

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mischiefmodig · 17 days

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Amity Celebrations \ / @magnusmodig

Why are the celebrations of this world so... asanine? In Asgard the festivities would be for tales of glories and battles. Stories that were passed down from generation to generation, and regarded in the highest esteme.

Perhaps in some ways these "traditions" were largely the same. And perhaps Loki was biased, but that did not change the fact Loki saw little to no interest in engaging with anything of this world ( lest another beast come after him and force him to do so. )

But something was softened in the Ice Prince's heart. Perhaps it was seeing sons with their mothers, brothers playing in fields... it reminded him of an older time. a simpler one. where war was only a story they celebrated and they could fight it all together. Maybe what he felt was jealousy, maybe it was anger that these lives were happier than his. Mischief had already lifted his heart, but... perhaps... just this once...

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Loki had found himself in a secluded part of the field's. There were very few eyes that would be upon him as he strode his way among the freshly bloomed flowers. He saw the ones he was searching for. With a skilled and delicate finger, he took them from the ground and into his hands.

He had a sizable collection of flowers, which to any casual observer were nothing special. But to him, he knew them alone as his mothers favorite. He'd often spent hours collecting bouquets for her from the lush castle gardens. The light that shown on her face whenever she would recieve such a gift was something he always cherished. Her smile was the prettiest. He often wondered if she was ever truly happy.

Every stem weaved into the next. He lost count of the hours he spent on the field floor, while waltzing in his memories. Good memories. Happy moments with her... that was squandered. The wreath was only halfway done, by the time he became aware of approaching footsteps.

#( thread . ) \ / closed .#magnusmodig #( amity celebration . ) \ / 2024 .#thor \ / ac24.2 #( ic . ) \ / prince of asgard . rightful heir of jotunheim . odin son .#//quickly runs off to reasearch norse flowers for his wreath

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impossible3girl · 1 year

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I kinda see a similarity between these two trios.

The father who thinks he is better than everyone and is a huge brat mistreating people who are different from him and what he values. Both die at some point in the story.

The son who looks a lot like the father and is a lot like him but only a bit of a brat. During the story he grows up and matures and is no longer a brat at all. He starts to really care about the black haired guy and understands his pain. He sometimes wears clothes with red and gold.

The black haired with a black/ green aesthetic who has a different background/origin from the father and always got treated bad by him (only diference James was not Snapes father figure) He also got neglected by his biological father. As a result he became cold and did some very bad things including working with the big bad villain of the whole series. He cares very deeply about the wife of the father and was completely devastated when she died and helped protect the one thing she died for. In the end he gets killed by the big bad villain protecting the son.

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We also have some similarities between Frigga and Lily. But I would say unlike Lily Frigga never stoped caring for and protecting the black haired guy despited all the bad things he did.

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celestialseawitch-ff · 4 months

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Heimdall: Thor’s here. He is going to meet Hela. We must evacuate the people. There is a ship at the Bifrost.

Peter Parker: The LGBTQ+ bridge?

Heimdall *smiling faintly*: Yes, that one.

#if you haven't read Spider-Man: Prince of Asgard #what are you even doing?#this dialogue has sadly been cut #but it might remain as one of my fav lines #It'll go into an author's note maybe #celestialseawitch #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic #peter parker #mcu #thor #Peter Parker #Loki #thor ragnarok #Heimdall

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tyrannuspitch · 8 months

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okay time to try and make a coherent jesterpost. let's break this down. here is a list of ideas that *can* apply to jesters that can also, on some possibly-non-literal level, fit loki too:

a liar and a storyteller

a speaker of the truth whose truth is rarely welcome; a prophet disbelieved or a shot messenger

one who speaks in riddles

a magician; a player of tricks

a player of tricks; a traitor

a madman or a fool

a wearer of costumes, disguises and masks

one who is always performing, who must perform to stay alive

one who mimics and reflects the powerful back to them

one who acts and emotes outside the bounds of propriety

one who engages in gender/sexual deviance, just within the bounds of plausible deniability and/or convenience to the powerful

an outsider at the centre of society: both elevated and lowly

the lowly among the powerful, the coward among the brave

a servant, defined by their master

a “favourite”; tenuous, dependent power that is seen as undeserved and attracts distrust and persecution

one who mocks those no-one else can, but may have that privilege revoked at any moment

one who can be mocked or abused without consequence (a sacrifice)

one who mocks, endangers, or injures themself in order to gain or keep the approval of the powerful (a priest, and a sacrifice)

a scapegoat: punished and/or blamed for the crimes of the powerful or the collective (a sacrifice)

one who says or does the dishonourable thing so the powerful do not need to (a sacrifice)

a politician or advisor who pretends to be powerless

one whom no-one can imagine having power

one who plays at power, but always surrenders in the end

one who hears secrets and has the ear of the king

one blessed or cursed with secret knowledge (the magician, the prophet, the holy fool)

#space viking tag #oh god this is so long. WELL. I MEANT WHAT I SAID. IT'S SERIOUS TO ME!!!#odin is rarely the king in these scenarios btw #on asgard loki is primarily *thor's* jester #he is obvs doing a jestery thing on sakaar too #and i think i can see him *trying* to fill that niche with thanos. which might explain why the other hates him so much.#he's been trying to steal the other's role.#and yeah i know the final bullet point isn't very jestery but by then we've been on a journey together. i can say words recreationally <3 #meta #ch: loki #th: jester loki #th: servant prince #th: suicide + sacrifice #th: manipulation + mind control #th: mirrors + masks

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Chapter 1- An Audition

A simple peasant in Vanaheim is forced to audition to be the concubine of the infamously detestable Loki of Asgard in tribute for Odin’s continued protection. Taking advantage of a lost cause, you decide to take the lessons of your aunt, a temple priestess to the goddess of love, to Asgard in order to seduce the prince in an attempt to win freedom for your people.

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

By the Will of Odin the Allfather, King of Asgard,

The Vanir Village of Borgund has been selected to offer this season’s tribute of peace, in the form of an approved maiden of proper age and prerequisite to be conscripted into the harem of Prince Loki. An acceptable maid must be a virginal daughter with no marriage prospects, of suitable beauty, and possess a humble, modest demeanor.

Two Asgardian representatives will be at your gates one month hence to approve of and collect the tribute maiden. If one has not been selected by the village before their arrival, your property will be seized, and Borgund will instantly be selected to provide the next three tributes.

The Vanaheim sky was a canvas covered in indigo ink as you crept your way out of the village you called home towards the Temple of Freyja, where you knew your aunt would be keeping worship for the night. The sound of silence made your ears hollow, but even with the haunting lack of senses helping you along your path, you had no trouble tracing the familiar steps to the temple.

You had to make sure no one heard you as you snuck out of your small cabin in the center of the village. You knew the local toadies were informed of your conscription, and likely would’ve tried to snatch you for a small ransom, but luckily, you were swift and easily slipped past them.

Tonight was your last night in Borgund before the Asgardians came for you. Earlier today, the wonderful, generous people of your village had selected you for the Snake Prince Loki’s “slut collection” (as you so bitterly called it). Every girl of the correct age and qualifications was forced to audition before the village elders (who, of course, were three men with no daughters in the race themselves). You were poked, prodded, and forced to parade before the men entirely naked while the healers vouched for your virginity and modesty.

After hours of debate and being forced to wait in a small room with every other candidate, you were selected. You weren’t told why, You were far from the most attractive girl in town. In fact, you were usually satisfied keeping to yourself, which in turn, made some of the villagers suspect you as someone ‘odd.’

I should have painted myself with mud, you thought as your feet carried you to the temple appearing now in a small clearing through the trees. Perhaps I can claim a vow of celibacy for some lesser God.

As you approached the Temple of Freyja, you saw a middle-aged man, handsome for his fifty-some-odd years, leaving with a coat slung over his shoulder. Your aunt, wrapped in a silk dressing gown, was seeing him off. The man looked fine until you approached, after which he averted his eyes quickly and darted around you, which you found odd.

“Oh, Y/N! I was hoping you’d visit this evening!” your Aunt Ing called from the threshold.

You felt a warm blush creep up your cheek. “I wish you’d tell me beforehand if you had a worshipper. It’s the Altar of the Goddess of Sex, after all.”

Aunt Ing smiled warmly and shrugged. “You could still take vows and join me here. All the pleasures of Freyja’s gifts without the commitment or servitude that comes with marriage.”

“Oh, were it possible!” You shook your head. “Aunt Ing…they picked me today. For The Snake’s personal whorehouse.”

Your aunt’s smile fell away faster than water rolling off an oiled surface. “Oh, my dear! Come in, I’ll make us drinks.”

“Good, I need a beer,” you murmured, rubbing your temple, trying to get rid of the stress headache quickly building under your skin.

Your Aunt lived in the Temple as its shrine hostess and priestess. Her small but tidy room was behind the front altar in the chapel, so it always reeked of floral incense and old burnt sacrifices. You didn;t mind. You were essentially alone in the world aside from your deceased father’s younger sister.

“What made them pick you?” Ing asked after sitting you down in her meager quarters in the temple, putting a stein of rich, dark beer in front of you. You took a large gulp before answering.

“They didn’t say,” you finally replied. “They examined me…thoroughly.”

Aunt Ing nodded in sad sympathy. “I know they do. Asgardians may be richer, but they are barbaric warlords who know nothing of love or peace.”

“They take and take from us,” you agreed meekly. “It was awful! All of it!”

Aunt Ing looked at you. “Would you like to tell me about it? Or would that only make things worse for you?” You weren’t exactly the type to draw a spotlight or steal a conversation, but talking through the worst of your life’s trauma usually helped you, especially if the attending ears belonged to your beloved Aunt.

You regaled your horrific tale of the day’s events. You’d been lined up along with the nearly fifty-or-so other maidens of your village. The elders selected you for the Final Ten, after which you were physically assessed for shape, health, and of course, virginity. Bitterly, you allowed yourself to be violated. You knew the consequences of purposefully flunking an ‘audition.’

I have no choice, just like the rest of my people, you thought sadly.

Once you were selected as one of the Final Five, you were forced to ‘sell yourself’ to the elders but touting your merits and talents. You did what you could. You tried to make yourself sound enthusiastic about being chosen, but purposefully left out anything of actual interest that may suit the Snake Prince of Asgard’s fancy.

When you were informed of your selection, your first thought was: where did I go right? Shit and piss!

“I had the feeling they would take you if the Lottery ever came to Borgund,” Ing mused.

“Why, Aunt?” you asked, hopelessness beginning to crawl into your voice’s soft soprano.

“Your parents are gone,” Aunt Ing replied matter-of-factly. “You are lovely, intelligent, and have no attachments here other than with the crazy Temple Priestess up the hill. Of course they’d select you over someone with a family. Are you naive enough to never think the game would be rigged?”

This actually hadn’t occurred to you before. It began to make sense. “Aunt Ing, I’m so helpless!” you sighed. “What can I do?”

“I wish I knew,” Ing replied. “We are all under the Royal Thumb of Asgard here.”

You looked down at your stein, taking another massive drink. “Maybe I could run.”

Aunt Ing shook her head. “Where would you go? You have no wit for survival in the forests, dear.”

Harsh words they were, they were also true and you knew it. You were employed in Borgund as a tavern waitress, with no special skill set that would lend itself to a life on the lam.

“So, what is some advice you COULD offer?” you asked.

Ing thought for a moment. “He’s the Snake Prince of Asgard, so I imagine the quickest way to seduce him is by inflating his pride. Do not fall at his feet. He has enough women who do that every day for him, and you must stand out among them. Stand your ground, but insist that he is the most important part of your life and that you wish to know everything about him. If you can successfully walk the line between submission and subversion, the God of Mischief will be yours to use as you will,” she suggested.

“Use?” you asked curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Prince Loki is known to reward those who he favors. If you could seduce him, standing out from the rest of the harem, then you could ask for anything you wanted.” Ing smiled, the intrigue in her idea lacing her words with heavy purpose.

Suddenly, it clicked. “Then I can free Borgund!” you concluded, the wheels in your head finally turning full-tilt.

“Oh, my child,” Ing said, laughing, “If you use the prowess that I know you have within you, you could free Vanaheim itself from its debt!”

“Oh Aunt! Do you really think I could?” you asked, your breath quickening with thrill as Ing’s scheme began to fall into place in your mind’s eye.

All of your life, you’d been told you were on the more ‘beautiful’ side of the scale, and that perhaps you had more than a small talent for musical instruments (you could play six of them avidly, and found it easy to try new ones whenever the occasion called). Other than those two compliments, you really hadn’t been told you would ever amount to much. Not that it bothered you. It never occurred to you to mind the lack of positive attention growing up.

Ing took your hands in hers, looking into your eyes with excitement. “Yes, my niece! We must try!”

“But,” you said, pulling back, “What do I know about seduction? How to please a man who’s had every willing creature across the realms in his bed?”

“Y/N, you must give yourself more due. After all, you take after my side of the family, and I am the High Priestess of the Temple of Freyja. You don’t think I know a few tricks?”

“They will be here for me at dawn,” you answered. “How much can I learn before then?”

Ing twisted her thin lip, causing a dimple to sink in on her left cheek. “Perhaps I can teach you about sex first,” she said. “That will be the important thing, and your first and perhaps only chance to make an impact.”

“How do I do that when I’m a virgin?” you asked, pushing your now-empty beer stein forward. The topic of sex fascinated you, but like many other subjects, you weren’t particularly well-versed in it.

Your aunt reached for the beer pitcher and topped off your stein. “Oh, when a maiden is involved, it’s a very special field to roam through. It’s more of an advantage than you think, especially with a man who loves power as The Snake does. Come, we don't have much time, but I have much to tell you before dawn!”

“Oh! My Prince! Truly, no woman knows pleasure until she knows the love of a prince!”

“I’m hungry.”

Prince Loki withdrew himself from the strumpet underneath him and turned away from the brunette lying naked next to him in the mammoth four-poster bed in his chambers, who was attempting in vain to stay draped over his torso, anything to keep that skin-to-skin connection. Her partner had just rolled off of her after an exhausting roll about the sheets, and while she was basking in the afterglow, he was already distracted.

“Oh…” the girl said awkwardly, not knowing just how to respond to the non-sequitur. “I can have a slave bring us some--”

“--not necessary,” Loki interjected, swiftly getting to his feet, pulling out of the concubine’s grip once and for all. “Thank you for the romp, but I prefer eating alone. You may return to the harem quarters now.”

“But--”

“--I’d advise you to go with dignity, girl,” Loki hissed impatiently. “Remember your place.”

The tiny concubine woefully bowed her head and scrambled off the bed, quickly wrapping herself in a robe and heading out for her walk of shame across the palace.

Skinny little bird has the wit of a tablecloth, the raven-haired God thought to himself as he heard the small sobs whimpering from her as she scrambled to obey her master, shutting the door a little too forcefully behind her.

He went over to the rope hanging by his bedside, pulling on it twice. Without fail, a plate of fruit and wine would be delivered within ten minutes.

“Norns,” he muttered to himself. “And another one arrives today,” he complained.

He knew why his father was doing this, why he was throwing beautiful lovers at his son’s door night and day. Odin the Allfather feared that Loki would break his marriage treaty with Princess Ase of Alfheim for lack of sexual gratification implied within a forced match. Thus, Odin promised Loki as many lovers as he could handle as long as he vowed to keep his betrothal. Loki, being an adolescent when the deal was struck, had enthusiastically agreed at the time.

However, like a spoiled child who gorges themselves on sweets too many times, Loki grew sick of the treats he was offered. His harem of lovers grew to over ten, which felt excessive to him (at least until he learned that his brother Thor’s contained nearly thirty).

No matter how often Loki begged Odin to cease bringing new birds in for him to have, Odin never relented, clearly becoming increasingly paranoid with the possibility that Loki would break his vow to the Princess of Alfheim. It was as if the King thought that burying his son in concubines would render him unable to object to an arranged marriage somehow. Laughable, really.

“Speaking of…” Loki mumbled to himself, draping a heavy dressing robe over his bare body and walking onto the terrace.

Approaching the South gate was the latest offering from the Vanir. She was concealed from view, as was tradition for her journey from her homeland, but Loki had no interest in watching the caravan approach the palace. It was sparsely attended anyway, so she must’ve been another peasant farmer’s daughter or something of little significance.

Instead of going to greet her at the gates as any decent noble would have done to his new slave, he decided to eat breakfast, and then perhaps he’d go for a stroll through the garden, the only place in the world where he could be alone with his thoughts.

It would be wonderful if one of these times, I could have a companion who wanted to hear my musings, and not just to bed me or take advantage of my station, he thought sadly to himself as he went to get dressed. Alas, even a Prince cannot have everything he wants.

#loki #mcu #mcu loki #fanfiction #loki fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #asgard #thor #asgardian romance #mcu asgard #mcu thor #dark!Loki #prince!Loki #loki/reader

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frozenleaf5 · 1 year

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He heard this day is celebrated as the 'day of love' in Midgard and this flower is offered to express commitment, devotion and eternal love towards the person, they wants to spend a lifetime with.

He sneaked to Midgard to get the flower 🥰 and also got some injuries in the process😅.