#weasely is our king

[celesteablack]

Ron Weasley offered the stranger sitting next to him on the train half his sandwich even though it was all he had.

Ron Weasley sacrificed himself for the good of Harry and Hermione at age eleven because even then he thought they were more important than he was, and the ones worth saving.

Ron Weasley was Harry Potter's first friend and the first thing Harry ever had resembling a family.

Ron Weasley lived in a cramped house and wore hand me down robes and he didn't even think twice about offering his room and food and family to Harry every break.

Ron Weasley took care of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger when they were too busy taking care of the rest of the world to worry about themselves.

Ron Weasley stood on broken bones when he was thirteen years old, to tell a man infamous for murder that if he planned on killing his best mate, he would have to go through him first.

Ron Weasley was the person Harry would miss most in the world.

Ron Weasley was a pureblood wizard who, from a very young age, devoted his life to abolishing blood status, even if he didn't quite understand his own privilege.

Ron Weasley gave Dobby his own clothes and socks to be buried in, because he understood how important it would have been to him.

Ron Weasley thought about saving the house elves when everyone else forgot..

If you don't love Ron Weasley, The Boy Who Cared, I don't know what books you read but they weren't the same ones I did.

#ron weasley #weasely is our king #harry potter #rupert grint #desiblr #desi tumblr #desi teen #desi shit posting #desi tag #just desi things #dark academia #spilled thoughts #jk rowling

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

HOW COME?

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you go to the Joke shop and take a look around, not realising one of the owners watching you the whole time Warnings: none?

the shop was filled with kids and their parents, looking at everything that piled the shelves, kids wanting to buy everything and the parents shaking their heads at them. you managed to squeeze through and get some room to breath

they'd only been open for a week and it was this packed, it was an understatement to call this shop a hit.

the fluorescent colours were blinding you as you turned to see a boy, his face turning green with his mum by his side.

you looked around, smiling at every item you see. not knowing you were being watched from the second story of the shop.

you always knew the twins were gonna open a joke shop, but now that you're in it, reality hit you, they had really made their dreams come true. and they were successful.

you were friends of theirs, sort of- you weren't in their group but you three definitely talked quite a bit. if there was a project for potions- they would ask for your help and if you were paired up in transfiguration they would do their part.

you made your way over to the area that was glowing with pink and saw a large stand in the shape of flowers, glowing pink and creating little heart bubbles, it made you smile.

you picked up one of the bottles and read the label. you shook your head with a slight laugh as you read love potion in a pretty font.

"I'll give you a discount for that if you want" you heard his voice from behind you

you turned to see Fred with a smile on his face

"but, then again, it would be a useless purchase" he smirked at you, stepping closer, looking down at you

"how come? do they not work?" you asked curiously

"oh they work perfectly, but you're not gonna need it" he shook his head ammused

"and why is that?" you questioned, tilting your head

truth be told, you always had feelings for the boy, he ticked all your boxes. funny, loyal, tall, confident, passionate and witty.

but he was just so popular and almost every girl you know was swoon over him

"why try to use something when it's already worked without it?" he chuckled.

Fred would be an idiot to deny his feelings for you. he never would've told you this in Hogwarts, he never would've been this straight forward with you about this before, because even THE popular Fred Weasley was self-conscious sometimes.

he sometimes just looked at you and felt as though he wasn't enough, that he couldn't give you what you deserved

but now he was a successful business man, making big bucks. when he saw you enter the shop 10 minutes ago, he knew what he had to do, he knew he could give you anything your heart desired, if you'll have him

"how so? last time i checked I've had no guy chase after me" you laughed, putting the bottle down beside you on the flower stand.

you raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for his response

"who knows, maybe he hasn't been around you for a while, maybe he was waiting for you to come to him" he shrugged confidently.

you knew what he meant, he never failed to make flirtatious comments, so you brushed it off, even though the butterflies made their way to your stomach.

"and who might this young man be? I should probably go find him, I wouldn't want to keep him waiting" you smiled coyly

"I can't remember his name, but I can describe him for you, maybe tell you were he is" he smirked, leaning down

"do tell" you leaned in too, eager to continue and get to the point

"well I heard he has red hair, he's pretty tall too, I heard he's 6'3. he's pretty handsome too, I think you'll like him, he comes from a pretty big family, and I'm pretty sure I see him in the shop everyday" he informed you cheekily

"wow, I never knew George felt that way about me, I should probably go find him" you snickered, looking at his annoyed face. you were only teasing.

"George? that doesn't seem to ring a bell, I'm pretty sure his name started with an F" he rubbed his chin, looking deep in fake thought

"wow" you gasped "you're not implying what I think you are, are you Fred?" you gasp in faux shock

"Fred! that's his name, he sounds dreamy, doesn't he?" he clicked his fingers

"you should see him in person" you chuckled, his smirk dropped and instead, a small smile made it's way onto his lips

"maybe you should go and ask him out, I heard his favourite place is the three broomsticks" he replied joyfully

you hummed, thinking for a second "nah, I'll let him ask me since he's so in love with me"

"I don't know, he might be nervous" he tilted his head

"then you should go tell him he has nothing to be nervous about" you leaned in and whispered to him, as if it was a secret. he smiled and looked at the ground, his tongue running along his upper teeth, tapping the wood of the floor with his boot

"will do" he answered, a sweet grin on his face

"you stay right here, I think I just saw him" he pat your shoulder, stepping away from you before coming back a few seconds later

"hello there" he said happily

"hello Fred, fancy seeing you here!" you beamed

"I know, I thought I'd pop in and see how successful the shop is" he looked around, motioning to all the chaos, making you shake your head in amusement

"it's incredible isn't it? I must say I'm very proud of the two" your comment made him blush slightly, and you could tell it caught him a bit off guard

"so, I don't know if you know this but some handsome young bloke came up to me just then and said you would go on a date with me" he responded

"only if you asked" you blinked

"well then, how would you like to go the three broomsticks with me this weekend, Saturday maybe?" he asked you

"your favourite right?" you raised your eyebrows

he gasped "how'd you know?" he placed a hand over his heart

"lucky guess" you giggled

"so what do you say? will you go out on a date with me? a successful businessman, who is -said to be- very attractive" he question sheepishly

"Saturday?" you asked "I don't know I might be busy-"

"-Sunday?" he cut you off

"I was kidding, Saturday sounds perfect" you grinned up at him

"great, perfect. Meet me here at 11- in the morning, or night, is night better?" he rambled quietly

"11 at night? bit late don't you think?" you questioned

"right yeah, morning is more reasonable" he nodded

"well th-" he started but got cut off by George

"-Fred, I need help!"

Fred looked back at his twin and back at you, sparing a kiss to your cheek

"see you then, Love" he winked before rushing to George

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#fred weasley #fred weasely x y/n #harry potter imagine #fred weasley imagine #fluff #weasley family #james phelps #imagines #weasley is our king #amortentia #love potion #oneshot #x fem!reader #hogwarts #fred and george

[nettedtangible]

Draco: gets on the Hogwarts express at the beginning of the year

Draco: Okay, Goyle, you go left, Crabbe, you go right. Meet here in 5 minutes when we figure out what carriage he's in

5mins later

Goyle: he's in the fifth carriage from the front

Draco: Perfect

*Bangs open compartment door*

Potter - you're an orphan. Weasley - you're poor. Granger - Mudblood

Draco *oh yeah, i got em so good*

#This is literally canon #got that pureblood rizz #they are obsessed with each other for real #literally spent 90% of his time seeking out harry #i KNOW he had a little notebook workshopping weasely is our king for WEEKS #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter incorrect quotes #harry potter

[of-monsters-and-werewolves]

Oh the world will sing of an English King,

a thousand years from now.

And not because he passed some laws

or had a massive row.

While the good people of Britain lead

the great strikes that they're on.

We'll all have to toil away

whilst that good-for-nothin' Charles, is

as pointless as he is inept.

Whenever the history books are kept

They'll call him the last king of England

(A pox on the last king of England!)

[Instrumental]

He sits, oh, on the throne

as the fucking king.

A little shite who's rather like

a broke arm in a sling.

And we'll have a big rebellion

if we cannot have our way...

And we'll say fuck that ponce

and his brother's a nonce.

You see, better way to spend our May.

We all prefer the Eurovision final

If he dies first, it's sure to go viral.

A pox on the last king of England!

[To gay lover] Lay that country on me, babe! *wink*

[Instrumental lead by gay lover]

While we are torn to pieces

and we're robbed of our bread

that bloody crown makes us all frown

while children aren't being fed.

Ah! But while there is a merry one

in the British working class,

we'll find a way to make them pay

and we'll say 'good on' lass!'

A minute before he knows we're thee'er ['there', but do it broad Yorkshire]...

Some comrade kicks him up the rear.

That bastard and the last of, king of England

The snivellin', grovellin'

Measly, weasely

Blabberin', jabberin'

Gibberin', jabberin'

Blunderin', plunderin'

Wheelin', dealin'

Prince Charles, the last king of England

Yeah!

#coronation #king charles #uk politics #robin hood #king charles iii #uk coronation #ukpol #british politics #britpol #prince charles #charles windsor #anti british royal family #british royal family #the phony king of england

[dukeofriven]

Republicanism is a classical-liberal grift in which the merchant class convinces the working class to die for their pocketbooks and personal power in the name of freedom and revolution, creating an even-more oppressive status quo in which the masses are raised to vote for their own continued subjugation.

This is not, to be clear, a screed against democracy (which is our only hope of ever having a political system in which leaders might be held to account), but against the myth of the republic. Governments, from a structural standpoint, are ultimately little more than a series of competing aesthetic delusions, and the precisely ordered, sterile world of Jefferson, Smith, and Robespierre, with its clique of rational economic actors dancing rapturously upon the altar of the Temple of Reason, lauded by the adoring crowd for their meritorious guardianship and high profit margins, should be as anathematic to any socialist as the divine right of kings. Republicanism is the aesthetic cause of the bourgeoise, the dullard men in grey suits droning hymns to third-quarter growth and casting hexes against Rampant Inflation, whilst all the while their weasely friends buy-up the fields and orchards and grind them under into an endless expanse of bric-a-brac homes. Republicanism is the aesthetic of concrete and asphalt, of the counting house where men whose only god is money plan death for millions to boost a stock by a fraction of a fraction of a percentile. It is no less colonialist, no less imperialist, no less capable of racism, subjugation, brutality, and horror than its other counterparts—it is, after all, but a government—yet it is government stripped of the pretence of grandeur, of the pretence of meaning, of the continuity of the state being anything more than a habitus in which the mercantile class might best flourish. It is a state without a human face, so that the mouth that swallows us whole is never seen.

[the-hem]

“That Thou Art.” From the Maha Narayana Upanishad, the Exploration of the Mysteries of the Creator.

LXXIX-17: O Supreme, Thou art the giver of the wealth of supreme knowledge to us. Thou hast become all. 

Thou unitest the individual Souls in the Sutratman “soul that threads through the universe”.

Thou pervadest the universe. 

Thou art the giver of the lustre to fire. 

Thou art the giver of light and heat to the sun. 

Thou art the bestower of the riches of light to the moon. 

Thou art taken in the upayama vessel as soma juice for oblation. We worship Thee the Supreme who art such for the manifestation of Light.

We just spoke of the various kinds of vows we can make: to pray, worship, resist, oblate, supplicate, and Sannyas. The above verses explain what happens next- an unbiased experience of the world. Including...ye olde upayama, the “marriage ladle” which contains the juice. 

Even still all that fluffy talk does not explain how Direct Experience of Unformatted Light takes place. Once the mind is emptied of all biases, restlessness, suspicion and confusion, close your eyes. Relax and let the autonomic system take over till you feel a meat sack around you. You will feel your soul kind of rattling around in there. Stop it from trying to escape or run back out through the senses. Find the darkness and leave the rest be. 

Then, one sense experience at a time, add them back and finally open your eyes and you will know how the light not only illumines experience, but is also its essence. 

Intercourse, especially from the active position is supposed to be just like this, the drawing out of the light. It is a great gift of God the mind and body are physically incapable of distraction or confusion during the big moment. It’s not spoken of all that much, but when the body is weasing the juice, it peaks in meditation as well as “oblation” and is the closest to God it can get, quite naturally, without worry, trial, or sacrament. 

Afterwards men can be assholes, which spoils things. The Torah warns us about this. From Parsha Pinchas, “Heroes” which more or less restates the Upanishad above

Plant with these men, the most fruitful, lay them bare.

Destroy with Fire the enemy of the Sweetheart. Seek his brothers, they are shields, the most pleasant, who Command in the Name of God.

They are the Happiest, who resemble Me the most, they are my partners, they remake the creation, these men who call Me King. 

If we were to merge all the knowledge we have earned from the Maha Narayana Upanishad so far, we could not do better than the above quote from the Torah. 

Just as the Most High planted the earth His creation, with our happiness in mind, so must we plant civilization, our creation with men who most resemble Him. 

To seek resemblance to God is called Tantra, “behavior” or “technique”, the characteristics are explained through Sutra, “string” or “the rules”. If we thread the Skills, Attributes and Qualities through ourselves and society, the Script, the sum total of all the Documents says supreme wealth and knowledge will be ours. 

Like cumming, they are inherent to the nature of the body, meant to be known by its owner under the very best of conditions. These, few of us normally find ourselves acquainted with. Conditions adverse to Tantra and Sutra, the practicing of the Rules and Skills have to be addressed if this is what we want, to feel life orgasming within us. 

As you will see when you become more competent at meditation, this results from small decisions, easily made that result in very grand outcomes. 

*Big bareback bottom boys need not apply?

[radioactiveglittercatvoid-vi]

♔︎♕︎!!𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚁𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢!!♔︎♕︎

Wᴇᴀsᴇʟʏ ɪs ᴏᴜʀ KING👑

#harry potter series #harry james potter #ron weasley #ronald billius weasley #Ronmionie #The golden trio #Burrow #Weaselys #Hermione granger #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING CINNIMON BUN #Weasley is our KING #My favourite character #Bloody hell #She needs to sort out her priorities #Ginny weasley #Gryffindor #Hogwarts #I will be the knight #Philosophers stone #Chamber of secrets #Peeves #Prisinor of askaban #Goblet of fire #Half blood prince #Deathly hallows #Dumbledore #McGonagall #minerva mcgonagall #Fred and George weasley #Charli weasley

[kalimagik]

HIS CUTE LITTLE SIDE SMILE GETS ME EVERYTIME! Merlin’s beard 🥺🥰🥺🥰

#magik rants #baby boi ron #weasley is our king #ron weasley is our king #ron weasely #HES SUCH A CUTE BEAN! #his little smile!!!!!!!! #IM MELTING OMG I JUST CANT

[statticscribbles]

Holiday Challenge

Since it’s the Holiday’s I thought why not do another challenge! These requests will be bumped up to the front of my request list!

This challenge runs from December 1st till December 17th (gmt time)!!!! Any requests sent in before the 1st will be deleted!

There will be pre-written imagines for this;

Sweet Pea/Reader; Dialogue 7 (December 6th)

Veronica Lodge/Reader; Idea 11 (December 14th)

Bucky Barnes/Reader; Idea 5 (December 4th)

Natasha Romanoff/Reader; Song 9 (December 12th)

Fred Weasely/Reader; Dialogue 13 (December 8th)

Theo Raeken/Reader; Song 15 (December 10th)

Support My Writing?

Rules: 

Specify it’s for the Holiday Challenge; by using the abbreviation ‘HC’ at the beginning of the request or the ⭐️(star) emoji

Regular Rules Apply 

Requests must be from the ones listed below, or simply putting a ⭐️ and a ship (either character/character or reader/character) and letting me run wild with it

Specify which list a number is from (Song, Idea, Dialogue) having just a number will be deleted

Request Format: 

⭐️ Reader/Stiles Stilinski

HC Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

⭐️ 5 from songs; Reader/Sweet Pea

HC 7 from the prompt list and 3 from the songs for Reader/Theo Raeken

⭐️ 5 from prompts; Reader/Steve Rogers, reader proposes

HC 15 from the songs for Sweet Pea/Fangs; Fangs serenades Sweet Pea

Prompts:

Ideas:

Going to a Christmas party and getting stuck under the mistletoe

Having crushes on each other and getting stuck under the mistletoe

Baking Christmas cookies together

Meeting each others family for the first time

Holiday proposal

Marathoning cheesy holiday movies

After a disastrous attempt to set up decorations/have a meal alone character/reader shows up to help

Getting snowed in

Holiday pregnancy announcement

Home Alone style trapped in the wrong city over the holidays

Reader/Character ends up stuck in a small town and relearns the magic of the holidays (hallmark movie style)

This is the only place open and I need coffee/a drink

A fight leads to someone storming off, return just in time to celebrate

Fake dating to get family off of character/reader’s back

Having to be each others secret santa’s

Songs: Feel free to specify a specific artist if you want

Baby It’s cold outside

All I want for Christmas is you

I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus

Santa Baby

I’ll be home for Christmas

White Christmas

Rocking around the Christmas Tree

Christmas (Baby Please come home)

Happy Christmas (War is Over)

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Last Christmas

Fairytale of New York

Two queens in a king sized bed

This is Christmas

Santa Tell Me

Dialogue:

“When I said Christmas surprise this isn’t what I had in mind.”

“Are you really dressing up as Santa for the whole day?”

“Nightmare before Christmas is not a Christmas movie!” “It has Christmas in the name.”

“No I was supposed to bring Turkey, you were supposed to bring cookies!”

“Merry Christmas to all and to-” “If you finish that quote I’m going to smack you I’ve had to watch that for the past month..”

“Merry Christmas?” “You don’t get to say that after what’s happened!”

“I’ve decided I’m not going home for the holidays.”

“This is the only shop open, please tell me you have some wrapping paper..”

“Is this an okay Christmas present?” “It’s so much better than I thought”

“A little weird it’s going to be our last Christmas alone, soon we’ll have another little stocking up there.” “It might not be; I’m in labour.”

“I hope whatever was in that box wasn't expensive”

“Happy holi-gay. day! I mean day! Happy holidays!”

“Please tell me we didn't sleep together at the work holiday party”  “Why else would we be naked in bed together?”

“My parents will love you! they’ve forgotten all about last Christmas!”

“I thought you forgot to get me a gift...” “How could I forget the most important gift of all?”

Support My Writing?

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[thepoetsvortex]

Anyone notice how after the Quidditch match in OotP (“Weasley is our King”) how McGonagall takes points from Harry and gang because “I don’t care if he insulted every family member you possess, such behavior is unacceptable!”

But when Snape does it in PS after Ron lunges at Malfoy Harry’s all “I hate them both” including Snape: he’s able to accept the punishment from McGonagall for attacking Malfoy after Malfoy insults the Weaselys but not from Snape for the exact same thing.

Also at the end of OotP Snape takes points from Harry for pulling his wand on Draco (Harry even says he was trying to figure out what spell to use) and when MG comes, this is one of two times in the books she backs up Snape’s punishment (the other being after Secumsempra in the next book).

I know @ottogatto spoke about MG ignoring the Marauder’s mischief but with Harry is all “four students out of bed! In all my years!” As if she didn’t overlook Harry’s Dad’s bs but I wonder what she has to say here?

#prosnape #anti marauders #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #anti minerva mcgonagall #harry potter

[kehwie]

Ron Weasley fic question

I hope this post will be shared widely and that I’ll get some feedback.

I was working on a short Ron Weasley birthday fic for today. Light on plot, heavy on Weasely-is-our-king appreciation.

I got to wondering...has anyone ever done a Ron Weasley “It’s a Wonderful Life” type story? A look at how the Harry Potter series would be different if there were no Ron?

If such a thing exists, I would love you to send me a link!

I am pondering writing my own. Ideas I’m pondering so far:

1. The chess game (obviously)--neither Harry nor Hermione would’ve gotten past that chess set.

2. The trio wouldn’t have fought the troll at all--Hermione wouldn’t be in the bathroom without Ron’s comment.

3. Which leads me to--would Harry and Hermione have even become friends at all?

4. No one would’ve rescued Harry from his aunt and uncle’s that first summer. Who would’ve gotten him back to Hogwarts...and how?

I will go back through the series for other ideas, but I’m hoping to get some feedback here...Please share and add your own ideas. How does the series change if there’s no Ron Weasley??? I’d love as many thoughts as possible!

#harry potter #harry potter fan fiction #ron weasley #ron weasley appreciation post #ron weasley is our king #please share #looking for feedback

[adenei]

Luna singing 'Weasely is my king', during the Quidditch game and Lavender cheering Ron while Hermione is beyond furious

Hi anon! Thanks for the ask. Here’s a glimpse into Hermione’s mind for this particular scenario.

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Losing Control

This could not be happening, Hermione thought to herself. The entire last week seemed to be spinning out of her control. Ron was icing her out for reasons she couldn’t even fathom. And then, when she was trying to help him this morning, he got defensive and mad all over again. 

She’d replayed the entire situation over and over again in her mind, with no new answers. I asked him to Slughorn’s party in Herbology. He said he’d like that. We were great for a few days. He came back from Quidditch practice, and wouldn’t even look at me, let alone speak to me. I tried to stop him from drinking the Felix potion, and his anger lashed out all over again. But he doesn’t need it! He’s great on his own!

Hermione may not know much about quidditch, but she’d watched enough backyard matches to know that Ron had good form, and saved nearly everything that came at him when it wasn’t a high stakes event. But did you tell him that? No. She let out an audible groan, not that anyone could hear it over all the cheering. 

Anger coursed through her veins as she heard Lavender giggling and cheering Ron’s name. Luna was singing ‘Weasley is our King’ as loud as she possibly could. She should be happy for all the support Ron was getting, but instead she was furious. Ron was hers!

...Except he wasn’t. She wasn’t moving fast enough. Hermione was too afraid of the rejection and loss of her best friend if she made a move that wasn’t received in kind. So she’d resolved to start small, ask him to Slughorn’s party, but not tell him it was a date. Gauge his reaction. Hope for him to ask for clarification or eventually tell him that’s what she wanted.

It was all going smoothly until it wasn’t. He was mad at her now for who knew what, and there were at least two other girls that were interested in him standing fairly close to her. Not that she could blame them. Every year Ron seemed to become more attractive, and he didn’t even realize it. His tall, lanky form was finally filling out from all those hours on the quidditch pitch. The freckles he hated so much complimented his short red hair and kind blue eyes. And his smile, that stupid lopsided grin of his could knock any girl right off their feet. 

Hermione had it bad, and if she didn’t do something soon, Hermione knew she’d lose her chance before it even started. Teenage girls didn’t honor someone else’s claim over another guy. Perhaps if they were friends, maybe. But Hermione’s friendship with Luna was still in it’s new phases, and Hermione never did become close with Lavender and Parvati.

Hermione’s brain continued to thrum rapidly at the thoughts whirring in her head. She had no one to talk to. If it wasn’t for the guilt of missing Ron’s last match the previous year, she would have left to get away from it all, but she couldn’t do that to him. Not again. Not even if they were fighting. So she used the fury she was feeling and channeled it into the conversation she vowed she was going to finally have with Ron after the match was over.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Robin and Gale Hood; Ben Hardy x reader Chap. 7

*Author’s note*

Another short and sweet chapter for you all and just one more to go so I hope you all will also watch the video I provide cause it’s also the song from the Disney film and if you know the words or want to follow along with the lyrics, sing along! Enjoy my loveies!

Chapter 7,

Phony King of England

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Popping out from the bushes was Friar Tuck.  Soon enough coming out from the bushes and trees surrounding the camp were the rest of the people of Nottingham.

“Long live Robin and Gale Hood!” cheered Friar Tuck.  Soon coming from either side of the Friar were two of his helpers of the church, Father Jim and Sister Anita.

“And long live Prince James and Maid Marian!” proclaimed father Jim.

“Bravo! Bravo!” soon all the people of Nottingham began to cheer.  The four young heroes smiled as they looked at the people of Nottingham.

“And damned to hell with that scoundrel Prince John!” a familiar Welsh to the two young rouges called out.  They soon saw standing between Kit and David was a now healed Gilbert.

“Gilbert!” the siblings proclaimed happily before racing over to him and embraced him tightly.

“Takes more than a knife to kill me. But you both are squeezing the bandages area.”

“Sorry, sorry.” The siblings apologized as they released him.

“We’re just so glad to see you’re alright. You had us worried.” Gale said.

“Hey I couldn’t leave you lot behind. Especially you Gale. Who else is gonna keep your brother in check.” He cheekily winked at her. She softly giggled.

“I think I’d be more worried about you Gilbert. You’re even cockier than Robin is at times.”

“Hey!” Robin exclaimed.

“She’s got you there Rob.” Little John nodded.

“Agreed.” Said Kit shrugging.

“Fraid that’s true Robin. I did warn you that the tournament was a trap but did you listen to me? No.” David said.

“Okay, Okay I get it! I deserve the insults.”

“Alright now my darlings enough of teasing the fox brother. I’d say in light of this glorious occasion a celebration is in order.” I said to them.

The people all applauded and that’s when the beautiful Gale told me.

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“Take it away then Alan!” I turned to the rest of the band and gave them a nod as I began to play my lute and they joined up behind me in a merry tune.  People then began to dance about as I sang a song about our Phony king of England.

Oh, the world will sing of an English King A thousand years from now And not because he passed some laws Or had that lofty brow While bonny good King Richard leads The great crusade he's on We'll all have to slave away For that good-for-nothin' John Incredible as he is inept Whenever the history books are kept They'll call him the phony king of England *All* A pox on the phony king of England!          “Care to take the next verse Little John?” I asked Robin’s second in command.

“Certainly.” Little John said in a posh tone.  As Little John sung the next verse, behind the camp a little puppet show was being put on.  Friar Tuck had made with a small bag of empty grain and old rags a stick puppet of Prince John.

As he made the puppet of our ‘good’ Prince John prance around (the crown slipping off his head of course), the Blacksmith Adam Sharpe raised his arm up wearing a yellow sock, representing his snake counselor Sir Heston.

The two of them acted out their ‘old married couple’ arguments with Heston nagging into the Prince’s ear before the friar peeked his hand through the shirt of his puppet to choke Sir Heston.  As well as beating him on the head.

Adam Sharpe then shook his hand and took the stick back and began to hit the Prince John puppet back twice as hard over the head sending him down.  Then the good ol Friar proceeded to mimic our Prince John sucking his thumb with the puppet, all pouty faced and everything.

It got the whole crowd laughing and rolling on their side right before Adam hit the puppet over the head once again, this time obliterating it to pieces.  As Adam and the Friar peeked up and looked at the puppet, they merely shrugged and turned to their audience and bowed their heads.

*Little John*

He sits alone on the giant throne Pretendin' he's the king A little tyke who's rather like A puppet on a string And he throws an angry tantrum If he cannot have his way And then he calls for Mom

While he's suckin' his thumb You see, he doesn't want to play Too late to be known as John the First He's sure to be known as John the Worst A pox on that phony king of England! Lay that country on me, babe!          As the band and I kept playing our merry tune, the people proceeded to dance.

It was like the festivals of old that Nottingham was once famous for.  Yeah you wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t told you but Nottingham is best known for all of it’s fabulous festivals.  We had parties that even made the people in London tremble with envy.

I saw Robin and Marian dancing together, spinning around one another and never once releasing each other’s hands.  Arthur and the Merry Men doing a little jig together, then my eyes turned to James and Gale (whom I would say were the most passionate dancers).

Doing spins, tricks, and him raising her up in the air before setting her back down.  Never have I seen the village so happy since King Richard left for the crusades.  It was like things were going back to normal.

But enough of that, I got back to the final verse of my song as the villagers clapped along and our two lovely ladies Gale and Marian began to dance with each other.  The two ladies joined hands before spinning away from each other to go to their next partners.

Marian went with the Bucher while Gale went to Adam Sharpe. The two ladies joined hands with their male partners and spun around before Gale moved onto Arthur.  She and the future Count joined hands with each other and spun around each other, while next to them Marian now danced with Adam and the Bucher clapped along to the beat.

After a few more spins, Gale went to the Bucher while Marian went over to Arthur and Adam now clapped to the beat.  After that the men now clapped as our two ladies rejoined hands and danced around each other, all smiles and laughing joyously.

Almost close to the end of my song, I leaned down towards young Michael Sharpe and pointed out and soon sticking himself through the once Prince John puppet was the scoundrel Robin Hood.  The crown sliding down perfectly onto his head.

As the crowd began to laugh, Gale soon attacked her brother in a hug from behind.  She leaned against her brother while Robin playfully ruffled his little sister’s hair. She pushed her brother’s hand off her hair and took the crown and placed it on her head as the two fox siblings stuck their tongues out cheekily. While he taxes us to pieces And he robs us of our bread King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down Around that pointed head Ah! But while there is a merry man In the foxes wily pack We'll find a way to make him pay And steal our money back A minute before he knows we're there Ol' Rob and Gale'll snatch his underwear The breezy and uneasy king of England The snivellin', grovellin' Measly, weasely Blabberin', jabberin' Gibberin', jabberin' Plunderin', plottin' Wheelin', dealin' Prince John, that phony king of England Yeah!

         Yes my darling we partied in Sherwood forest till the sun began to rise in the sky. It warmed my heart so much having that little party, like I told you it’s the most fun we’ve had in years.

         After everyone left Sherwood forest to return to their homes, all that left was the royal trio, Robin, Gale and the rest of the Merry Men.  Now I should mention this in advance, they probably wouldn’t want me telling this part but I’m a nosy person so I couldn’t help myself.

Prince James and Gale excused themselves to have a little privacy.  So the two of them ended up deeper into the woods where a romantic cliffside stood. You can see the sunrise so clearly without any hindrance of trees, bushes, or even the mountains.

James and Gale cuddled close together as the night became the dawn.  Gale resting her head against James’ shoulder and James having his arm wrapped around her waist, his head resting on top of hers.

“I’ve always loved the sunrise. I always found it to be the most beautiful sight in the world.” Gale said.

“Yeah. Beautiful.” James whispered in awe looking down at her, completely ignoring the sunrise.  She looked up to see him looking down at her.  She shyly blushed before turning her head away but James tipped her chin back up to look at him. “Gale……meeting you has probably been the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Even given the circumstance?” she said as she fingered the scar under his chin from where she had hit him with the rock.

“I let you take that hit.”

“Sure, sure keep telling yourself that.” She hummed.

“I wouldn’t go insulting me.” He warned.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” she challenged.

“Because.” He gave her a kiss. “I seem to recall that you.” he kissed her cheek before growling in her ear. “Are ticklish.” He then attacked her sides with tickles and Gale began laughing.  James kept a tight grip onto her sides as he growled an evil chuckle as she kept laughing.

“OKAY! OKAY STOP! Stop! Stohahahp!” he ceased his attacks and the two continued to stare at each other.

“There’s……another reason why I wanted you alone.”

“And what was that reason Charming?” he took a deep breath before exhaling out and he said as he took her left hand and stared deeply into her eyes.

“Gale, meeting you has been the best thing that ever happened to me….”

“You said that already.”

“Will you let me finish?” he laughed.

“Sorry, go head. Go ahead.”

“You’re not like most girls. You’re strong, independent, a skilled fighter, a wild spirit. But you also have a kind soul, a heart of gold, and are loyal to your cause. The people of Nottingham are in your debt. No—all of England is in your debt.”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Modesty. That’s another thing that I’ve always loved about you. You think you deserve nothing when you deserve the entire world. You care not for gold or riches in return for your services. But I—I hope that my love and…….”

“James.” She interrupted him. “Your love is all I’ve ever needed. In fact all I ever need in this world to be happy is you.”

“And you will. You will always have me my love, but I—I hope I can also have this.” He stood up till he was on one knee and he took something out of his pocket.

A small blood red ring box.

He opened it and inside was a beautiful engagement ring. A small diamond stood at the center while emerald and blue jewels surrounded the golden band.  Gale gasped and looked up at James.

“It was my mother’s engagement ring. Before I left for London, my father gave it to me and told me to give this ring to the one woman whom would make my life worth wild. Worth fighting for, worth living for. And Gale—you are that woman. So……will you Gale Hood, like to spend an eternity by my side as my wife?”

Gale was speechless.  Helpless as she stared into those eyes of his.  Her breathing slightly increased as she choked out.

“But you—you know I am of not royal blood. What would that…..”

“To hell with those ol farts! Or anyone else who deems it wrong. All I know is that a world without you by my side is a world not worth living. As long as I’m alive Gale I swear to the mighty Father above you’ll never feel alone again.”

A smile spread across Gale’s face as she finally told him the two words that would forever seal their fate together.

“I do.” James’ face lightened up with a smile as he placed the ring on her finger and the two young lovers kissed each other lovingly. Their faces being cupped by the other person before they embraced one another.

After releasing from their embrace, James wrapped his arms around his future wife and held her left hand, the two of them admiring his mother’s ring on her finger.

“I know you said you weren’t the jewelry type. But this ring suits you.”

“I think I’m starting to agree with you. I love you, Charming.”

“And I you, my sly vixen.” They kissed each other softly before turning back to see the sun now up in the sky.

As the day went on, the town’s folk would secretly sing my song to themselves, like it was their own secret little code.  And I wouldn’t believe it for myself but even ol ‘stick up his arse’ Sheriff of Nottingham heard of the song and couldn’t help but sing it to himself.

He came into the palace to deliver his daily tax fees that he had collected.  And he was singing the song to himself while at the desk, Sir Heston was looking down at the records and heard the Sheriff singing.

He throws an angry tantrum If he cannot have his way He calls for Mom and sucks his thumb And doesn't want to play Too late to be known as John the First He's sure to be known as John the Worst

         The two of them laughed about it as the Sheriff said.

         “How about that huh?”

“That’s PJ to a T. Let me try, let me try.” Heston laughed. He then began to clear his throat trying to find the right key as he began to sing, unaware that just behind the Sheriff with a wine bottle in his hand, was Prince John himself.

To late to be known as John the first

He’s sure to be known as John the wors—

When Heston saw Prince John standing behind him, the snake stammered as he began to quickly change the insults to praises.

“The fabulous. Marvelous, merciful. Sheer—”

“No, no, no, no, no! You got it all wrong Heston. The Snivellin, grovellin, measly, weaslin…..”

“ENOUGH!!!!” Prince John roared.  He threw the wine bottle over the Sheriff’s head.  The glass shattered to pieces as he was now drenched in wine.

“No, no, no sire I would never personally call you that. It’s just the whole village has been singing it. All day in fact.”

“Oh they have, have they? Well…..they’ll be singing a different tune.” The arrogant prince threatened as he got up in the Sheriff’s face. “Double the taxes! Triple the taxes! SQUEEZE EVERY LAST DROP OUT OF THOSE INSOLENT……musical peasants.”

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If I Could Turn Back Time, Baby I’d Save You

Chapter Two

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The next morning arrived far two quickly for Hermione’s liking. The bushy haired brunette had never been much of a morning person, and years of late nights and running for her life had not helped her opinion of mornings. Her anxiety over seeing her old friends again for the first time was motivation enough to energize her through the end of her packing and breakfast with her parents.

It was only as they pulled up to Kings Cross Station that the weight of what was really happening truly hit Hermione. She was about to walk into the wizarding world a second time, a world which would be full of familiar faces that wouldn't know her. Did she really want to do this again? Sure magic was cool and all, but she already knew how to do it and magical Britain was rather fucked up…

Just as she was second guessing herself, a flash of red hair caught Hermione’s eye and she heard a familiar loud voice exclaiming “Same thing every year. Packed with muggles. C'mon, platform nine and three quarters this way”.

Hermione broke into a giant smile as she watched as Mrs. Weasley herded her large brood of redheads through the crowded station.

"Now, what's the platform number?" called the Weasley matriarch

“Nine and three-quarters!" piped up the adorably tiny version of Ginny Weasely clinging to her mother’s hand, "Mom, can't I go..."

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."

Percy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Hermione watched the tiny version of her friend disappear through the barrier between the two platforms.

"Fred, you next," ordered Mrs. Weasley. Hermione did a double take as she stared in shock seeing her old friend.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy."Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, as he dashed through the barrier. Hermione let out a watery laugh happy to hear the twins so lighthearted and together again.

The biggest shock was yet to come though as Hermione spotted a familiar rumpled head of black hair approach the weasley matriarch.

“Excuse me” squeaked out Harry.

"Hello, dear," Mrs. Weasley said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." She pointed at the shockingly young version of Hermione’s other best friend.

"Yes, mam" mumbled Harry. "The thing is -- the thing is, I don't know how to--"

"How to get onto the platform?" she asked kindly, and Harry nodded. "Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."

"Er -- okay," said Harry doubtfully. Hermione chuckled fondly as she watched her first magical friend run through the barrier.

Seeing her chance to make a positive first impression on the Weasley family, Hermione began to speak loudly to her own parents.“Mom how did Professor McGonagall say to get on the platform?”

Hermione mentally laughed at the way Mrs. Weasley's head shot up. “Excuse me dear, I couldn’t help overhearing your question. Are you starting at Hogwarts this year?”

“Uhh yes mam. But we are a little confused as to how to get onto the platform” explained Hermione.

“Well my name is Molly Weasley and these are my children Ron and Ginny. Ron is also starting at Hogwarts this year”.

“Really? That’s so cool! My name is Hermione Granger and these are my parents Jason and Diana Granger”.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Molly” greeted her mother. “Hermione is so excited to start at Hogwarts this year”.

“Oh I know that she will simply adore it! My older boys have all enjoyed their time at the school and Ron has been over the moon with excitement ever since he received his letter”.

“Mother are you coming or not?” whined Percy, sticking his head back through the pillar. “I need to get to the prefects compartment. It’s very important”.

“Of course Percy, we will be right through” assured Mrs. Weasley before turning back to the Grangers. Hermione noticed how she had to smother her amusement at the shocked faces Hermione’s parents had adopted upon seeing Percy’s disembodied head. “All you have to do is step through the pillar to get to the platform. Ginny can go first to show you” explained Mrs. Weasley before gesturing for the girl to dart through the boundary.

Hermione had to hide her own amusement over her parents' shock at seeing such simple magic, they truly had not seen anything yet.

“That’s wicked cool” she exclaimed, playing up the image of an excited eleven year old experiencing magic for the first time. “Can I go next?”

“Of course, dear. Why don't you take your parents through with you as well?” suggested Molly.

“Ok! See you on the other side Ron, maybe we can sit together” suggested Hermione before dragging her parents through the barrier.

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Stepping onto the familiar platform Hermione let out a cough after accidentally inhaling too much of the train's smoke. For a magical society, the general population of Wizarding England was rather backwards, which included their approach to transportation being a rather out of date train. Despite her coughing attack, Hermione was struck by a deep wave of nostalgia at returning to the site of so many great memories. The platform itself had never featured in the war for her, so it didn't have the negative associations that other places, such as the ministry and Hogwarts had.

“Oh wow. That was so cool!” breathed her father shocked.

“I know right! Just wait until I come back from school and can show you all I learned” cheered Hermione.

The whistle that sounded from the train alerted the little family that she had to get on the train or risk being left behind. Saying goodbye to her parents quickly and promising to write to them often, Hermione hurriedly dropped her trunk off at the baggage compartment before heading towards the back of the train.

Sliding into an open compartment Hermione curled up in one of the seats and tried to sort out her thoughts. Why did her accidental time travel adventure have to drop her off with no time to prepare herself to dive back into her old life. She remembered that the first time around she had spent this train ride trying to impress her future year mates with all that she had learned through self-study while searching for Trevor.

Luckily she had grown out of her insecurities over the years and no longer felt the need to show off for a bunch of eleven year olds. Harry and Ron had often recounted their first meeting and spoken about how it had bonded them. Hermione figured that her best bet for starting off on the right foot with her boys was to join them in their compartment. Set on her plan Hermione stepped out into the corridor to go search for her former/future friends.

She bobbed through the crowds of students looking in the compartment windows for a messy mop of jet black hair and a boy with fiery red hair. Yet, when she passed her tenth compartment she stopped short in shock at the sight of wavy blonde hair, “Luna?!?”

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And here is the digital doodle for day 5!: Ron Weasely!

Sorry. I just can’t help myself. I’ve been re-reading Harry Potter. The illustrated editions are so freaking beautiful.

I may or may not be an in denial potterhead that refuses to accept the end of the series...please don’t judge me.

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∆Take it all Back ∆

Loki x Female! Reader

Request : Hi, I’m new at this (don’t even know if this is how you do it) but I was wondering if you could write some angst where reader is loki’s wife during Ragnarok, I don’t know the plot could be up to you. Please and thank you very much.

WARNING: |Swearing| Suggestive Language/ Content| Mentions of sex|Angst|

Summary: Loki is now the king of Asgard. All he seems to care about is the throne and the love connection just isn't there anymore.

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"Loki we have to talk about this." You say folding your arms as he continued walking around the room. "We can't ignore this forever."

"Y/N, its the fact that I'm trying not to think about it and you bringing it up is driving me mad!" He shouted and I take in a sharp breath. "I can't think about it, Y/N."

"Fine then don't and watch it fester in your heart and when we get into another argument you are going to remind yourself of that pain all over again," I say back sucking in my cheeks. "And you know what...I'm not even sorry I did it."

His eyes turn to me and a snarl leaves his throat. Loki's eyes burned a hole in mine and that was the first time I actually felt something from him in a while.

Loki shakes his head and said to me, "How dare you! You aren't sorry? Really!"

"I was lonely!" I shout back poking my fingers at his chest. "I forget sometimes why the hell I married you in the first place Loki." I say bitterly. "All you do is sit on your arse and pretend to be someone you are not. You don't lay with me and give me any type of pleasure. The last time you touched me was the night you kinged yourself! So FORGIVE me for finding the idea of Thor touching me more pleasing!"

Loki quickly grabbed my throat and my back was against the wall. Loki didn't squeeze but I wanted him to rough me up a bit. I couldn't help but feel my opening pulse with excitement. I took in a breath and felt my lips curve into a smile.

"Watch your tongue, woman." He hissed as I lick my lower lip. "I'll make you regret your words."

I leaned into his forehead and whispered, "I dare you." A smirk playing on your face

I wanted him to take off my clothes and bend me over that bed face first. I want to feel him touch me, touch my body like he used to. I am tired of feeling numb.

He didn't. He let me go and I fixed the sleeve of my dress that was falling. Loki was walking away and I scoffed. "Enjoy your theater Loki." I tell him, leaning on the wall.

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I had walked in on the last bits of the play and watched my husband sit in his chair laughing it up with the guards and women. Those pretty, young women. I felt my fist ball up as one of then touches his shirt.

"Touch my hus-King again, girl." I say to her in the ear "And I'll have you thrown off the rainbow bridge."

Loki must've heard me because he looked up for a brief second watching the girl scurry off.

Just as I was about to speak, I see Thor walk in with his knee bent down to Odin.

"Oh, shit." Loki mumbles

He then announced loudly,

"My son! Thor has returned! Greetings my boy."

I fold my arms and watch him carefully. Would Thor believe this was his father?

The internal shock I had was, was Loki going to get caught?

What happens now that Thor is back?

His brother interrupts my thoughts saying,

"It's an interesting play. What's it called?"

He spent more time on it then I thought. His ego was getting the better of him and it annoyed me very much.

"The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard. The people wanted to commemorate him."

Pshaw! Yeah right. Loki wanted to commemorate himself and I sat there and watched. Watched him forget all about me.

Thor then replied a bit questioning,

"Indeed they should."

They both stare at the statue of Loki. Sometimes I'd sit there in front of it and rant to him. That statue Loki seemed to be a better listener than the real one.

"I like that statue. A lot better looking than he was when he was alive, though." He jokes and I crack a smile. "A little less weasely. Less greasy maybe."

I have never met Thor. Right now standing a couple feet away, he was indeed very handsome.

His humor...Loki never told me he was funny.

I feel Thor look to me and I quit laughing and look to the ground. "And who might you be?" He asks me and I swallow

" Y/N. A uh...um" I feel Loki staring at me. I couldn't exactly say wife to Odin. That would be so awkward. "Odin's advisor." I smile bowing to him

"Ah," he chuckled taking my hand and laying a neat kiss in my fingers. "Lady Y/N. Its a pleasure to meet you. Why you are very...beautiful."

"Why that she is." I hear Loki scoff terribly under his breath and I give him a sharp look.

Wow. Beautiful...I haven't been called that in a long while. I wasn't sure if I still was.

Thor continued,

"You know what this is?" He raised the skull by the chains

Odin answer quite hastily and shocked.

"The skull of Surtur? That's a formidable weapon."

He takes it off his back and Odin watches him hand it over.

Thor approaches a guard to give it to him

"Do me a favor. Lock this in a vault so it doesn't turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet."

"So, its back to midgard for you is it?" Asks Odin.

I wasn't sure if I wanted Thor to go. No because he seemed like someone I could talk to about anything and Yes...well isn't it obvious? If he stayed, Loki would soon get caught.

Thor starts YO-YOing Mjolnir, and turns back to Odin.

"Nope! I've been having this reoccurring dream lately." He says, throwing his hammer back and forth. "Every night I see Asgard fall into ruins."

That's just a silly dream... Signs of an overactive imagination" says Loki.

I can hear it in his voice at how nervous he is now and I feel myself hold my breath. I give Loki a look and we both read each others mind.

I think hes into us. Onto Loki that is!

"Possibly... but then I decide to go out there and investigate and what do I find? But the nine realms completely in chaos!" He says and I know Thor is trying to remain calm. I suck in a sharp breath as he continued. "Enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise, all while you, Odin, the protector of those nine realms are sitting here in your bathrobe eating grapes."

Oh yeah...he knows. Best to come out now, maybe he'll have mercy on us.

"Thor." I say and take in a breath. "I-"

"Well," Loki eyes me with a glare and I quickly cower away. Why...I don't know. "Its best to respect

"Well, it is best to respect our neighbors freedom." Said Loki in a shaky voice trying to avoid the eyes of his brother.

Thor threw mjolnir and it returned to his hand.

"Of course, the freedom to be massacred."

I could feel Loki's emotions getting quite frazzled.

" Yes, besides, I have been rather busy myself." He chuckles and motions with his hands.

"Watching theatre." Replied Thor in disbelief

"Board meetings, and security, council meetings..."

Thor rolled his eyes and let out a brief sigh as if he was getting tired.

"You really going to make me do it?"

What was he going to do?

"Do what?" Asks Loki

Thor Spins Mjolnir and then hurls it off into the distance, and grabs Odin by the back if the neck. My body tenses up and I see the worry in Loki's eyes.

Odin's royal attendants gasp in shock and I do so as well. My hand covers my mouth and I say a silent prayer. I snap at the guards to get their attention to stop this. The Einherjar bodyguards rush at Thor but he kicks them away

"Thor..." I speak reaching out my hand to grab Loki

He payed no attention to me

"You know that nothing will stop mjolnir as it returns to my hand."

"Thor what are you doing!" I say shaking my head

Mjolnir stops mid-air and starts rocketing back, directly at Loki!

"Not even your face." He mutters in Loki's ear. Thor wouldn't dare! Thats his brother! My husband. This wasn't apart of the plan. It wasn't supposed to go like this

"You've gone quite mad. You'll be executed for this."

Mjolnir approaches at a terrifying speed as Loki struggles. I begin to close my eyes because if Loki did not comply, if he didnt yield...

"Then I'll see you on the other side...brother."

"Yield!" I shout and my voice cracks

The jig is up. A shimmering illusion dissipates, revealing: the face of my husband.

"Alright, I yield!"

Thor drops Loki to the ground and catches Mjolnir. Loki looks to Thor with his hands up defensively. I run to him and my hands wrap around him taking in his scent.

Skurge arrives a little late and out of breath. While trying to catch his breath he attempts to speaks,

"Behold! Thor..Odinson-"

"You had one job!" Said Loki pushing me off him and I try my best not to show how much it hurt. " Just the one." His hands in his hip giving him a very stone cold look and his lips in a tight line.

"Where's Odin?" Asks Thor with a scoff

Completely ignoring him Loki said, "You just couldn't stay away, could you? Everything was fine without you. Asgard was prospering" he points to the crowd of people around them. "You've ruined everything. Ask them." He demanded for his brother

Those who aren't freaked out are becoming gradually angrier, eyes on both of us.

Thor walked up on Loki, who backs up onto the chaise lounge.

"Where's father?" Thor asked again "Did you kill him?"

Loki answered shaking his head.

You had what you wanted, you had the independence you asked for!" Loki sounded bitter as he falls to the couch behind him.

Thor pressrd Mjolnir onto Loki's chest. He gave him an angry look and I balled my fists up. I didn't know how much more I could take of this.

"Ow-ow-ow! Alright! I know exactly

where he is."

"Get off of him!" I shout and find my fist at Thor's face. Taking a breath as he looked at me I go off. "YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO HURT HIM! THAT WASN'T APART OF THEN PLAN! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!"

"He's alive and well m'lady. That was my understanding of the deal" He answers and I take in another breath as Loki stands to his feet.

"Plan?" He asks "what plan? Thor what is she talking about?"

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I was dragged by the sleeve of my dress into our room then practically thrown in there.

"Loki?" I ask and I feel myself begging as he paced back and forth and I try and get him to tall to me. "Loki, please. Talk to me."

"Talk!" He shouts "I can't trust you Y/N! You brought Thor here! Why!"

"Why?" I repeat a bit taken back. "Are you really that stupid Loki? You don't care about me! You don't care about me anymore!"

"Women don't patronize me!" He shouts "We planned to rule Asgard together!"

"Together my love." I say taking a hold of his hand. "It was my plan for you to fake your death, get Thor out of Asgard, for us to rule it together. You are missing that part." Loki doesn't speak as I try and keep the tears in. "It seems that you are the only bone getting something out of this Loki. All I've gotten is to live here and thats it. I've watched your attention go from me to that throne."

He scoffed and snatchrd his hand away from me. "I can't trust you."

"What?"

"Your betrayal is far to great Y/N. You are my wife, who I pledged my love too. I gave you everything, Y/N. I gave you a palace and you betray me? How dare you."

Biting my lip and shake my head as tears escape my eyes. My hand goes up and I feel it against his cheek with a loud 'smack' "HOW DARE I? HOW DARE YOU!" My fingers points to his chest. "BEING THE KING OF ASGARD WAS AN IDEA IN YOUR HEAD UNTIL I CAME UP WITH THE PLAN. YOU OWE ME LOKI!" I spat pushing him with most my strength. "You don't love me...and I was stupid enough to believe you did. Because whats in there," my hand goes to his heart. "is nothing but hate. You could never love anyone but yourself. I was so stupid to marry you."

I wipe my tears and sniff. A smile appears on my face as i see his own tears streaming down his eyes. "I thought bringing Thor here would make it better but no. Its shown me that I don't have to deal with your crap!" My hand goes to the ring in my finger and I slide it off.

He looks up and takes in a breath as I take his hand and place the ring in it. "Really?" He asks not even looking at me. "You're giving this back?"

I don't answer but hear him get angry, "Fine! As the midgardians say, 'Fuck you!' When I come back I don't want see you. I don't want look at your face!"

I walked out the room and did my best to keep my breathing steady. Man did feel good! I told him finally!

Just as I was heading for the corridor I felt my body being pushed between a couple of columns in the hall and I smiled when I saw his face.

"You told him?" He asks me "You gave it back? The ring?"

"Aye." I nodded seeing the smile on his face. "Its just you and me now."

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his lips. The lips of Thor as he held me tight in his arms.

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