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musclesandhammering · 3 years

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On Loki’s “Adoption”

It’s great that the majority of Loki fans agree that Odin was a dick, but it also pains me that so many of them don’t seem to grasp how much of a dick he was.

People always talk about Loki finding out about his heritage in terms like “He was raised to hate the frost giants so when he found out he was one, it fucked him up. Odin should’ve told him he was adopted and stopped the anti-jotun propaganda.” Which?… Ok, yeah. Definitely. But that whole statement is just hugely sugar-coated. Allow me to explain.

First of all, he wasn’t “adopted”. No matter what Odin’s motivations were, Loki’s biological parents weren’t there at the exact moment Odin found him, so there’s no way Odin could’ve known without a doubt that Loki had been abandoned. So here’s a child whose parents are still alive, are still in the same realm, and haven’t directly stated that they don’t want him… and Odin took him anyway. Just… based on his own assumptions, without consulting the baby’s literal parents who are literally right there, Odin just grabs a baby and runs. ..That’s called kidnapping, good sir. It’s a war crime. You know, like all the other war crimes he’d just got done committing like 10 minutes prior. Loki was not a child adopted from another realm, he was a spoil of war. “Another stolen relic” indeed.

Now, let’s move on from that. We know damn well Odin did not take Loki because he felt compassion for him. Even Loki knew that was bs as soon as he heard it, and Odin even admitted that he had ulterior motives. After all, after murdering a large chunk of their population, Loki couldn’t possibly have been the first child left in dire conditions that Odin came across. So why, out of all those poor jotun babies, did Odin only choose to help the king’s son? What a coinky-dink. No, Odin had a scheme going on, and if there’s any truth to what he said in the Vault, his intention was to use Loki to force a permanent alliance between Asgard and Jotunheim. Considering that I don’t think Odin’s demented enough to try to make Loki marry one of his biological family members, that leaves only a few options. Either 1.) he was going to implant Loki on the throne of Jotunheim as a puppet king 2.) he was simply going to announce to Loki and the jotuns alike that he was one of them and try to use that as leverage to forge ties 3.) he was going to use young!Loki as a hostage to broker peace with Laufey. I personally think option 1 is the most likely, but all of them have a few things in common: they’re gross, colonialist schemes that manipulate and abuse both the jotuns in Jotunheim and the jotun in Asgard by grooming him to hate his own kind and then eventually using that hatred to convince him to act as Odin’s tool toward finally conquering them in full. Pure malicious manipulation intended to cripple both the frost giants and Loki himself, all so that Odin could expand his empire and get back at an old enemy that had the gall to resist him.

All of this is not even to mention the practical disadvantage Odin put Loki at just by bringing him into Asgard. He’s not just a different race, he is a different species. First off, Odin violated his bodily autonomy hugely by changing his skin as an infant. Even with him doing that, though, it’s highly likely that at least some of Loki’s natural biological differences would’ve come into play, like, eventually. Asgard is way warmer than Jotunheim- and we know jotuns are fundamentally creatures of ice anyway- so how uncomfortable could the Asgardian climate have been for Loki? Jotuns probably have vastly different diets than Asgardians- the fact that Laufey had sharp teeth in Thor 1 makes me think they probably eat a lot more meat- so did Odin cater to a Loki’s dietary needs specifically? I doubt it. We know Loki never got much bigger, but what if he had? Did Odin have a plan at all for how to deal with that? Not to mention just the shear level of otherness Loki would’ve felt, even if just subconsciously.

So, on top of finding out that he is the thing he was taught to hate and that his parents aren’t his biological parents and that said adoptive parents have in fact been lying to him his entire life… he also has to deal with the fact that he was kidnapped as a war trophy, and that the man he’s been calling father actually decimated his home world and his native people before taking him, and that he has a family out there that he knew nothing about (they might’ve discarded him as Odin said or maybe Odin lied and they loved him, how is Loki supposed to know?), and that his family allowed him to be exposed to all the anti-jotun sentiments intentionally when he was growing up possibly to further indoctrinate him against his own race, and that he was never even in the running for the asgardian throne but his dad told him he was anyway to goad him into competing with Thor, and that he was being groomed his entire life to be used as a weapon by his “father” against his real father, and that his entire place in the Odinson family and in Asgard hinged on his usefulness in further dominating and destroying his birth family and birth realm, and that no matter what he did a large chunk of the people around him were always going to hate him simply because of natural differences that were due to his fundamental being… it’s just- it’s so much more than adoption revelations and bad parenting. What Odin and Frigga did to Loki was illegal and extremely morally wrong and, quite frankly, just despicable.

Side note: this kinda reminds me of the movie Tangled, actually. Rapunzel’s story is eerily similar to Loki’s- taken as a child by a greedy and narcissistic yet powerful figure, raised as said figure’s own child just so the figure could exploit her for their own selfish gain, taught all her life to fear her actual family/people just to keep her loyal to her “parent”, parental figure turns to aggression and gaslighting anytime she gives any pushback… That’s actually pretty uplifting, though, because it further validates his place as a Disney Prince/Princess 😌.

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loki-darkprince-odinson · 2 years

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Good evening my prince. I’m curious, what was Asgard like?

“Asgard was…” All a lie? He was certain that wasn’t the answer they were looking for. And it wasn’t really the truth, not to Loki, who could read between the lines of Asgard’s history. He’d studied enough strategy and history to know that one did not come to dominate the Nine Realms on charisma alone. Asgard, in his lifetime, had always been the parent, the police force, the peacekeepers. It had not been a democracy, however.

The mortals who seemed to favor such a system had mostly been left to their own devices unworthy of more attention once the belief in the Norse gods waned and was replaced with new gods. Humans did not venture beyond their own realm to disturb the peace of the Nine. They were beneath the notice of the other realms as well which kept them safe, and so they went for a thousand years none the wiser. The last time an Asgardian had set foot upon Earth was at the time of Loki’s birth, when the frost giants made a bid to invade the realm. Odin and the armies of Asgard drove them back into the heart of their frozen homeworld of Jotunheim, where they had remained as a cautionary tale ever since. Loki, son and heir to the defeated Jotun king, was stolen and raised in Asgard by Odin and never told of his true identity.

All that had changed in the past few years, a very quick pace for someone accustomed to the slow movements of The Realm Eternal. That was the thing about long-lived creatures: they were in no hurry. Change came at a particularly slow pace. A thousand years later and frost giants had still been hated and feared as monsters. That had not changed one bit. The glacial movement of things had frustrated Loki, always quick witted and hungry for more than what lay before him.

“It was magnificent,” he said finally. Loki was in no mood today to tell the tale of how grand Asgard truly was. “And it was incredibly boring for the most part.”

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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Away. So, so far away.

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Word count: 2K

Warnings: Odin's A+ parenting (/s). Angst. Jealousy.

"This is ridiculous'', said Loki, pacing around the tiniest of the cells. Odin simply stared from outside. "I'm not one to step on this dungeon yet again".

"You must've thought about it sooner, Loki", beamed his father's voice. So calm and composed yet so imponent. Loki would've given everything on him to get out of that cell and rip his eye off. Monster? He might be one, but Odin… Odin was the true villain.

"You just want me here to have another excuse at Thor being the only heir to the throne. Your desperate attempts are pathetic".

"You should pay your respects to me, son. I'm the one assuring your… companion, if you may call that, is safe".

If you may call that. Odin had always accepted Thor's stupid fling with that midgardian woman and not once he considered her any less important than Thor's other asgardian acquaintances. Yet with you, he didn't know if it was because of the inherent strength you emanated —unintimidated by literal Gods, always up to a new challenge and not minding getting hurt in the process, whatever it takes—maybe that's something that attracted Loki to you in the first place; or maybe it all was because it was him. The frost giant that falls in love with a mortal and damned be him that would ever want or need to be loved, his heart of ice. Right?

He didn't deserve it and everyone knew it, except you. When will you know? When will you realize? He wondered over and over and over.

"Does they know where I am?".

"Of course not".

"Then you must grant me this one wish… this one need for them to know I'm not just off somewhere and getting off with someone else, or whatever they might be thinking now". He asked. He almost pleaded—begged. Begs are of no use. Odin smiled devilishly and said nothing. "Where is they?".

"Something similar to the healer's room they've got down there…", recalled Odin, and Loki almost raised his voice, panic washing over him.

"A hospital?".

"Yes. A bullet wound".

"A mission. I knew, I knew I couldn't let them go by themselves to that damned mission. Not now. Who's with them?".

"Loki, there is no use in you caring this deeply. The soldier is taking care of them. Something you won't be doing for the next few centuries".

"Get. Me. Out", his clenched jaw started hurting even more.

"Feel free to get yourself out, since you're so insistent on being independent".

"I'm a full grown adult God, I don't need to insist on being something I so clearly am".

"You're not a God".

And just like that, Odin left the dungeons. Loki's mind could only have one thing circling over and over, eating his brains alive. You. You. You. Hospital. Bullet. Soldier.

It wasn't wise of him to get worked up in jealousy while there were more important matters on stage, but he would never ignore Sergeant Barnes' looks over your body and —damned be him and your gorgeous eyes— the looks you'd give him back. You cared for a friend and Sergeant Barnes was very clearly looking for something more south.

And you now probably thought of him as a greedy monster—oh how he was. If he hadn't been so worked up over this idiotic idea of thinking he could ever be able to actually sit on a throne (a throne, any throne, anything at all), he wouldn't have gotten himself locked up and could've jumped in front of that bullet for you, or teleported you away, or ripped that gun's carrier to shreads before they could even touch you a hair.

"Hey, you", he called one of the guards. This one, he remembered. He feared him. Loki smirked.

"Your Highness".

Loki knew guards were idiots. But could this one be even useful?

"How much would you like to do a little favor to your prince?", and the guard swallowed.

"I'm not allowed to…".

"How long exactly have you been working for the dungeons?".

"I… uh… a couple of decades".

"Do me this one favor and I'll get you a better job once I'm out of this cell".

"I can't take you out, Your Highness", he looked apologetic. Norns, guards were so stupid. And this one was so submissive.

"I'm aware", he smiled with patience. "This is just so I can assure some visualization towards my little darling there on Midgard. Bring me something from my Mother's room".

"Sir, I…", he was about to decline, but Loki cut him sharply.

"It's Your Highness. Bring me a sphere. Do as I say".

Without further discussion, the guard left with a vow and came back very shortly later with that same magic sphere he had asked. His Mother wasn’t a witch, but she was raised by many. It was obvious she’d have one of those. He groped it around, passed his fingers all over it, trying to figure out exactly how he’d get the sphere to work. Finally, resigned, he sat on the foot of the bed and laid the sphere in there too, frustrated he couldn’t even get a spark out of it.

“I just wish you worked”, he sighed, looking at it.

The sphere glowed. He opened his eyes in surprise and realized it was through commands. He shifted his voice to resemble his mother’s.

“Give me a visualization on Loki's beloved”.

The sphere glowed even more, shone all around it and a halo of white lights that blinded him almost entirely made him frown in disgust. Soon, the sphere started making sounds.

“Oh, please! Just this one, I’m really begging. If I could stand up, I’d get on my knees and all”, it was your voice. He blinked fast and soon he could see you there, inside the center of the sphere, in a hospital gown and laying among cables and white sheets. He smiled at your sight and quickly frowned. You were trying to catch your laptop from someone’s hand.

Metallic hand.

Loki growled.

“No way. I’m supposed to make sure you don’t kill yourself over one simple mission. Come on, you can do this”, said the soldier, trying to get you to calm down. You were visibly upset.

“I can do what? What am I supposed to do other than the damn mission I came to do?”.

“I don’t know, doll. You’re not…”.

“Call me doll again and I’ll make actual dolls with your skin, Barnes”, you growled, and Loki chuckled. There was the sweetheart he missed so much. “That was rude. Sorry. I’m serious, give me the laptop, I won’t move a hair. I’m not even that badly injured”.

“Take this as a vacation, would you? Didn’t you wanna do something here? Climb that mountain?”.

“Oh, so let me get this straight. I can’t use my laptop, here, on my bed, because I’m supposed to bedrest and work isn’t resting. I can, nonetheless, climb a mountain”.

“Yeah. You coming or not?”.

“Sure”, you sighed, repressing a smirk. “But let’s bring the camera and take a picture at the top of it, so I can annoy Stark about it”.

“Deal”.

I've got a feeling called the blues, oh Lord, since my baby said goodbye.

Lord I don't know what I'll do, all I do is sit and sigh.

"What's that?", asked Bucky as you sang under your breath. The music kept going in your earpiece, but he couldn't hear much. "Sounds familiar".

"Oh, it's Hank Williams. You surely must have heard it".

"Yes, when I was a teen. Damn, is his music still around?".

The mountain was relatively easy. Bucky knew that and that made him agree to climb it with you in the first place. But you loved it. You stopped every once in a while to look around and marvel at it.

That last long day he said goodbye,

Oh Lord, I thought I would die.

Bucky stared. Bucky stared while you stopped to drink water and when you did that thing with your hair, and Bucky stared so much you began ignoring it and singing. He didn't seem to mind.

"What do you think about this?".

"About what?".

"The whole thing. The mission. The year. Loki".

Bucky sighed everytime you mentioned him.

"Look, you made very clear it doesn't matter what I think about Loki to you".

"It does, but it doesn't mean I'll actually follow whatever you say. So, do you think something about it?".

"Of course, doll. I think something about everything. And especially about this whole thing, because Loki is clearly… you care for him and you're hurt".

"Well, yes. Oh", you said, stopping to grab a rock. "look. It's shiny". Bucky chuckled. "Sorry. You were saying".

"Well, I think it's good you're getting your head off him for a while now".

"What? I'm not".

"I thought that was the purpose of coming mission after mission. I don't think he… well, the way Thor puts it makes me think he… you know".

You stopped in place and frowned.

"You're not implying he's not coming back".

"That's sort of what Thor told me".

"What did he exactly say?".

"He said…", he sighed and looked around. "Look, I don't want to cause trouble. I think you should talk directly to him".

"He doesn't talk to me".

He'll do you, he'll do me, he's got that kind of loving,

But I love to hear him when he calls me sweet baby, what a beautiful dream.

"I think he's off with someone else. Thor said, quoting exactly, trouble is in his nature, and he's tried to make sure he could have a throne. He couldn't with them because of the whole not wanting kids matter", Bucky explained, imitating Thor's accent. You would've laughed. You would've, if it weren't for the knot in your throat. "I think he's done with you, doll".

James pulled his sincere face. He wasn't saying it because he had an interest in you, as Tony kept saying, but because he cared for you. He hated to see you under so much pain for something he couldn't quite finish understanding —why would you care so much for someone who leaves with no warning and makes no effort to communicate?

"He's not. He's not done with me. He wouldn't do that".

I hate to think it all over, I've lost my heart it seems.

I've grown so used to you somehow,

Well, I'm nobody's sugar baby now.

And I'm a lonesome, I've got the lovesick blues.

You kept walking, this time faster. Bucky grabbed your arm a couple of times to let you know you should slow down and take it easy.

He wouldn't do that, right? He wouldn't just leave. You've been through enough together to know he wasn't one to do that. Yes, you fought. Yes, he left. But he always came back. And when he came back, he was sorry and he cooed your cries and kissed you and hugged you all night, until love outweighed whatever reason got you like that.

He always came back.

Cause I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy,

That's what's the matter with me.

Cause I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy, but he don't care about me.

He cares, you thought. And with that though, you kept climbing. You went up, to the top, and stared at the immensity, at the whole place. The whole city.

You really wanted to think about something else. But that bad feeling you had… if he wasn't leaving you for someone else, then he was in trouble.

You could only hope he was actually with someone else. Not dead. Not hurt.

Please, don't be in pain.

And I tried and I tried to keep him satisfied, but he just wouldn't stay.

And now that he is leaving, this is all I've got to say.

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marveliciousloki · 3 years

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Marvel Analysis: Odin Borson | Was he a bad father?

I've been consuming all the MCU!Loki content since they announced his series, from the movies, the show, interviews, fan analysis, etc. And I feel like there's a characther that gets a lot of hate that personally I feel is undeserved. That is no other than the All-Father himself, Odin Borson (Idk why I make a dramatic intro if it's the post's title). Odin is always portrayed as a shit abusive dad. Which... as much as he is pretty bad, specially in Thor: Dark World, I feel like most of this gets expontentially worse or turned to his only character trait in the fannon.

Now let's start from the beginning... the war with the Jotuns, it is said it was gory, lot of death and suffering, just like any war, but Odin fought in it, leading his army like not only a warrior, but as a king and a leader; fighting in the battlefront regardless of the damage he suffered (losing his eye) and all to defend a race that was merely part of the 9 Realms he had sworn defend. A phrase I've seen used against him is Loki's dialogue "you were knee deep in Jotun blood" well... yeah, but c'mon, he did so to protect Midgard since Jotuns broke peace, he didn't just casually waltz in to Jotunheim to kill random Frost Giants like... Ahem, 2011!Thor...

But I'm getting ahead of myself, let's skip forward to Loki's adoption and early years, shall we? We know he goes to the Jotun temple (probably to pay his respect Jotuns which shows that despite the war, he respected them and didn't fight due to bloodlust), and that's where he fights Loki. Now, it is openly said he had two reasons to adopt Loki that ARE NOT MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE:

In a wave of mercy because Loki was just a baby that just because he was different he was left to die. Idk about you but I would have done the same, Loki was segregated because he had been seen as not enough from his birth and Odin chose to show not just mercy, but love and kindess to him.

Loki runt or not, is the rightful heir to the throne, he was, as Odin claimed "born to be king", just not Asgard's. Adopting and raising Loki to be a good king gave him the chance to, when the time came, Loki could reclaim his throne and since he grew up in a home that taught him a way of mercy and respect (I know that wasn't always the case, but I'll get to it soon) to the other realms and also having a good relationship with Asgard's royalty would not only lead to reforming the Jotuns but also bring in a peaceful and natural alliance.

Notice how throughout the first movie (where Jotuns are mentioned beyond Loki's inheritage) the only 2 characters that don't speak trash about the Frost Giants are Odin and Frigga, because Jotuns aren't monsters, Jotuns are a very important part of their family. Loki had become a spark of hope that peace was achivable...

But not yet.

They needed the people to love Loki first, so that the true color of his skin was no more than that, a color. And meanwhile, they didn't want Loki to feel like the black sheep, as much as I'm not in favor of him not being told the truth, I understand why they did that. Loki would have been in the spotlight but in a very negative way, preventing prejudice is not as simple as saying "just be nice guys".

So they raised Loki, not in the spotlight but not hated, not feared. Certainly he was not going to live up to Thor who had to be trained to become king of Asgard way sooner (considering he's 1500 in IW and Loki about 1050 something, so AT LEAST 450 years before Loki), of course Loki would feel left out for a good bunch of years.

Loki would be on the shadows for a while, since they probably had to prepare Thor to be king, probably under the excuse that he was the older son or Thor being some warrior prodigy (since it's always been mentioned that Thor outshadowed Loki, most likely not only to Odin's eyes... eye) so it was Frigga who looked after Loki and teaching him magic. This maybe isn't ideal but as someone who lives in a similar household structure as the Odinsons (both parents and 2 children) I know it's a normal solution that parents divide their attention prioritizing the son they're more similar, Thor being a warrior hero like Odin, Loki being a witty sorcerer like Frigga. Not good... but I can see their reasoning.

But then, the events of Thor (2011) happen. Thor is an arrogant warrior who wants to be feared by the frost giants, and disobeying Odin's direct commands he goes to Jotunheim and commits literal war crimes. Blah blah blah, Odin intervenes.

Odin's reaction may be out of place but... c'mon, it's not like he casted Thor out for sneaking in the kitchen and breaking an old vase wanting to steal cookies. Thor did a major fucksie whupsie and not only killed living creatures but he got his friends involved and in danger (remember Volstagg got a frostbite burn and Frandal was impaled) all because of Thor's pride. He had all the right to be furious and sent him grounded to reflect on his actions.

We learn throughout the movie that Odin designed a plan to sent him to earth for a while to bring Thor down a notch... and the fact that to Loki he just had to RAAAWWWR to control reminds me of my early childhood. My mom just had to warn me to prepare for consequences (not even having to think about possible punishment because) I'd just stay still and stop misbehaving, while my sister had to be cast out to a corner for a few minutes so she learned her lesson... So Midgard was Thor's corner of punishment.

Okay, back to the reveal scene:

Loki has all the right to feel betrayed, being told you're adopted is not an easy thing to process, so for Loki who's not only adopted but he is of a race considered monstrous... Of course Loki feels horrible. But he's talking out of shock, fear and pain. Odin himself says he's twisting his words, it makes sense why, but his feelings are what belittle him, not Odin, reality is far from that. Wether it was from the beggining or it developed through the years, Odin loved Loki as his son and wanted him to feel loved. Odin raised his voice once through that whole scene when he tells him to stop, and his voice is more full of worry rather than anger or threat.

He's too late.

He was probably going to tell him his true nature after the years so Loki would become King of Jotunheim... which was Odin's plan from minute one so Loki had to find out at some point. But Loki found out prematurely, in a dangerous enviroment in the middle of the battlefield. Odin and Frigga never had the time to tell him in a calm and safe enviroment. Probably not long after Thor's coronation since, with their older son already governing, both former king and queen would have time to help Loki both accept his heritage and learn how to become a king himself.

But... things don't go as planned, Thor goes apeshit in Jotunheim, Loki finds out about his true heritage prematurely and CLEARLY doesn't handle it well, and... Odin falls into the Odinsleep for most of the movie. And while Loki spirals down into madness, Thor is in fact, finding his way. BUT THIS IS NOT ABOUT THAT, so we're skipping to the rainbow bridge collapse when Odin awakens.

Loki attacked his brother, attacked his friends, and an innocent town, but fuled by fear of not being enough rather than rage, Odin knows this, and his response is fitting he's calm, just saying "no Loki". Knowing his sons aren't evil he tried to save them both, and could forgive them, even recognizing proudly, that Thor had grown up.

But then Loki join's Thanos troupes, and becomes an absolutely maniac trying to conquer Earth mostly to spite Thor in exchange of the Tesseract that he's intending to give to the Mad Titan who, IS TRYING TO WIPE OUT 50% OF LIFE ON THE UNIVERSE.

Tortured or not, negative emotions fueled by the Scepter or not, this was not the first time Loki had done something questionable like this, a movie earlier he caused severe damaged to Jotunheim killing god knows how many Frost Giants in the process and Odin wasn't angry. The real problem is this:

Does he look sorry to you? He doesn't regret a thing, and if he does, he doesn't show it. Compare it to:

Both times Loki did a horrid thing, but after Avengers (2012)... Loki doesn't seem sorry, he even seems to have somewhat enjoyed it (not that he actually did but gives off that vibe to others trying to look tough). And Odin's treatment to him becomes a lot worse as well, instead of "No, Loki..." he give the lamentable "Your birthright was to DIE! As a child, cast out on a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, you would not be here now, to hate me", which... Odin please, I'm trying to defend you, help me out.

But to be fair, rewatch that scene, Odin speaks rather calmly (firmly but calmly) at first until Loki spats out the phrase "it is my birthright", Loki is not listening, Loki acts like a psycho, what can Odin do to contain it? Be worse. And lock him up to keep everyone else safe. His son is gone. Because he doesn't want to be his son anymore.

Odin blows up like this only 3 times in the saga. With Thor's banishment, Loki's imprisonment, and the argument he has with Thor about the Dark Elves only a few days after his wife's death. So we have two times where his son did major fuck ups and a mourning blindness.

After Frigga's death Odin loses it, he probably misses his wife like hell and is suffering and can only think of avenging her.

And we don't really see him again until Ragnarok but one scene, when they report Loki's "death" and still looks crushed, after all and regardless of how Loki felt, that's his little boy they're telling him was found dead.

Now let's speed this up because I'm rambling: Hela's banishment probably will sound repetitive at this point, right? Because it is. The reason to it was that he couldn't stop her desire for bloodshed. And despite that once he may have been like that... he wanted to change, he wanted to become someone better and peaceful. Hela didn't, and seeing the pattern she probably did commited practically genocide and so Odin couldn't do anything but banish her.

Summing up, poor Odin, all 3 of his children have murder tendencies, at least the younger two came to know better.

Was Odin a bad man? Not... intentionally. He did a lot of things wrong, for sure, and clearly had no idea how to deliver proper punishment for his children, but... that's a whole different story than to call him the real villain or evil. He was a complex character who did bad things out of not knowing how to keep his murderous children in line. But he loved them, he didn't know how to express it until like... his final moments, but he loved them nonetheless. He had a past he regretted and proably spent years trying to make up for (like Thor did between his movies).

In conclusion, Odin Borson is a complex character that just has layers and layers of complexity and depth and shouldn't be reduced to "shit dad™".

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tokoyamisstuff · 4 years

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A Thousand Years Ch. 1: “First Meeting” - Loki x Reader

Chapter Summary: Loki spends his sentence in Asgardian prison with nothing else to do than thinking about his wrongdoings. All of this guilt and self-loathing are leading him even deeper into his own insanity. And the only distraction are his memories of you.

Warnings: Angst, depression, flashbacks, mentions of death. Loki suffers.

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“No matter what, I’ll always find my way back to you, Loki…”

It has always been the same dream, ever since he’s lost you in midst of his crimes. The beginning would be like a wondrous theathre, like how one would imagine heaven to be. You’d be waiting for him on the hill of your first meeting, looking as breathtaking as always. But when the sky darkened, he remebered what that all was about, and that it couldn't last.

When you’d turn around, he wouldn’t see any hint of aversion towards him - only those bright, loving doe eyes, which have been the only thing in the universe that made his icy heart feel some kind of warmth.

And this fact only made it harder for him: Why weren’t you mad? You should’ve been furious at him! You, the only person who would always believe in the God of Mischiev - disappointed in the cruelest way possible, his blood metaphorically spoken at his hands. “I love you, Loki. I was disappointed, indeed... But no matter how much I tried to hate you, I just can’t. You’re the love of my life, and I forgive you...I already forgave you the moment my heart stopped beating.” He felt tears running down his cheeks, falling down onto the grass in form of small ice drops. “Y/N, I am so deeply sorry! I-” he wanted to finish his sentence, try to explain himself and make you believe just how much he regrets his actions - but his throat felt like it was tied with barbwire. All he could do was running towards you, fighting his inner urge to just collapse into a mental breakdown. He was almost there, stretching out his arm to take your hand, to pull you right into his arms where you belonged. The Laufeyson didn't even realize that his hand had turned in a shade of dark blue, revealing his true form - a part of him only you were allowed to see. But you just disappeared, dissolving into what appeared to be embers, whispering that sentence as if you were standing right next to him: “I’ll find you. You just wait...don’t give up.”

Loki woke up, his breath heavy and face wet from the tears. Immediately, he sat up and looked around all the broken furniture just to pick up a piece of broken mirror, dirtied by his own blood when he broke it. The image he saw in it looked like the mess he was on the inside. It has been two weeks since Frigga found her death to the hand of a Dark Elf, the only person that kept the fragments of his soul together since your death - until now.

The God of Mischief had nothing anymore. He wouldn’t eat or drink since then, and the nightmares kept him from having a long needed, refreshing sleep as well. Every time he closed his eyes, he’d see either you or his mother - except for Thor the only people he ever cared about - die in the most excruciating ways one could think of. His desperation spiraled down to the point where he couldn’t even tell what was real, and what simply a delusion, made up by his own mind to torture him.

He never learned, didn’t he...Yes, indeed, he’s hopeless.

What horrendrous things did he say to you just before you died - and the same thing now happened to his mother.

Deep down in his heart he was very relieved that Thor had survived the war with the dark elves through his help - not that he’d ever admit it. And still, even though he did things one could call heroic, he got imprisoned here again. His father didn’t show any mercy, - and even though Loki could’ve easily fake his death and escape back then, he didn’t see the point in doing so.

All of his dreams: Being his brothers equal, erasing the Frost Giants from the nine realms, his birthright of ruling and finally earning respect...Nothing of it mattered any more.

Finally, he got to see what’s really important - but it’s too late now. Forever.

Loki would be doomed to cry and scream while having all of his mistakes played in his head in a continuous loop, seeing the haunting look of sadness and fear in your eyes and knowing he caused it.

Yes, this would be the only thing left of his meaningless existence.

“It is a fitting punishment, don’t you think, Y/N?” he almost chuckled, giving an empty stare to the prison ceiling. “This is more agony than Thanos could’ve ever brought upon me.”

The guard that was sitting on a wooden chair in front of his cell was raising a judging eyebrow to the once so intelligent and graceful prince, now looking like a peasant and talking to himself.

Oh, how must he have failed you...This sure was a rightful penalty for a traitor and murderer just like he was, Loki concluded.

The emptiness in his heart was eating him alive, telling him you’re still gone.

It has always been just a feeling, honestly.

After so many time spent together, fighting back to back - loving each other, as well as having lost you before, he just knows it. When you’re back, needing him to remember you of who you truly are. He would know.

Loki couldn’t explain it himself. It seemed like a magical bond, yet he never found anything like this in the old books. Maybe Frigga knew the answer, yet he had always been too afraid to ask...

“You sure are leaving me waiting, Y/N...” Loki whispered to himself, feeling that constricting in his chest again as tears filled his already red and swollen eyes. “Are you really coming back? Or are you just mocking me?”

It didn’t matter.

Even though he knew he didn’t deserve it, his hope of you coming back to life were the only thing that kept him going.

If you were to never come back, he’d accept this fate and would pay for and regret his crimes till the end of his existence. On the other hand, if you’d be to ever come back, he would never allow himself to come near you again.

Anyway, death wasn’t an option.

“Have you already gone mad, Laufeyson?!” the guard finally yelled, kicking against the wall. “Whining and speaking scatterbrained words to yourself. You’re a disgrace, you’ve always been!”

Loki went silent, without doing so much as looking at the man, who in the past would’ve never dared to speak his mind. He didn’t care what he’d say - he was right with everything, anyway.

“If you’d ask anyone else in Asgard, you would’ve simply been executed! It’s such a waste that you’re allowed to live in all that luxury, thinking of what you’ve done!” he added, spitting to the ground. Seemed like the man Loki knew all those years finally showed his true face, considering he wouldn’t get punished for it anymore. “You’ve never been one of us, not even a god! You’re a wild animal and the Allfather should’ve never brought such a plaque like you over us!”

His voice had a tone of disgust that Loki knew all to well, even back as a kid when he was silently listening from the shadows to people talking about him.

He didn’t know why he never belonged. It was a feeling that he kept in his heart for so long that he thought it was a part of him - and when he realized just what he was, a part inside of him got shattered beyond repair.

The God of Mischief - he acted like he was carrying this title with pride, always acting all high and mighty. But it was just a facade.

All of his life, he just tried to be praised, loved - to fit in. Be the perfect son and brother everyone wanted. Yet that wasn’t him, and he got used to everyone seeing him as a disappointment. Trying to please, but always being seen as a disgrace - just for being himself.

There was something wrong with him from the very start, even before he got torn between his two heritages, he knew that much. Well, he found his way to get attention anyway - if not positive, he’ll take the negative one. Pranks, lies, being seen as a troublemaker.

He’d tell himself that he didn’t need anyone but himself, that one day they’ll realize their own hypocrisy and admire him for not leading an empty life as they do, restrained by rules and laws.

But this fragile walls he built around him were also lies. Lies he told himself to protect that sensitive boy that needed appreciation as desperately as breathing.

And you saw through all of his illusions from the very start.

The guard finally ended his rant, giving up on having a conversation with the fallen god. When he got back to his seat, Loki could finally and without distractions concentrate of the more important things.

It wasn’t that he’s gone fully mad - well, not more than usually. The memory of happier times were the only thing that kept him sane.

So he lied on the bare floor, closing his eyes again and concentrating all of his senses just to remember your scent, voice, touch...

____

Your first meeting dates almost 800 years ago, when both of you would probably be considered teenagers - calculated in god years, of course.

Almost as if it was fate, even though both of you never knew about it, you shared the same birth year. While Loki was born 09.02.967, you were born (your birthday) in the same year.

He remembers it like it was yesterday, when he escaped the royal garden once again to wander aimlessly around the wilds of Asgard. Actually, admiring the view of nature was one of the few things that truly brought some kind of peace to his confused soul.

"And you are?” the Odinson spoke, his back still facing you as you climbed the grassy hill he was standing on. From here, far away from the main city and the palace, you could overlook the whole sea, with civilization stretching over the horizon.

You gulped, trying to catch your breath as you undid your concealment spell and presented yourself fully. Immediately you bent your knee, showing your goodwill through facing the ground instead of answering.

“Surprised?” the man said as he turned around, giving you a crooked but satisfied grin. “No one can hide from the master of the shadows. I’ve wandered them a thousand times, so I can tell you’re not an amateur.”

“My prince” you started, still not daring to meet his eyes - out of respect, but also fear of his reaction, “I am deeply sorrry to having disturbed you. I mean no harm.”

“I can see that much” he retorted, raising an eyebrow. He knew you were right behind him this whole time. “I rather wonder what objective you might pursue, following me this far.”

“My name is Y/N”, you almost whispered, your voice shaking nervously. So many years you waited for this moment, and now you were about to ruin it because you just couldn’t find the right words to explain yourself.

“Then stand up, Lady Y/N” he said with a cold but well-meaning voice, reaching out his hand towards you to help you get on your feet again. Much to your surprise, of course - the stories you heared about him wouldn’t make you think that he’s this kind of a gentleman.

He lifted your chin with his fingers, and you would lie if you’d say that it didn’t make your heart race. This icy, stinging look you felt even before you met his eyes was just too much to bear. Not even to start about his looks and wits you could already tell were far beyond any tale about him.

And he was intrigued by your look as well. Eyes are the door to the soul, some people say, and even though he was outstanding at reading people, he’s never met someone like you - a mistery to him.

That weird mix of the tone in his voice caught his interest - so kind and calm, but also confident and with a storm hiding underneat. He could tell from the very first second, that the two of you were alike: Two sides of the same coin, having more than one layer of personality treats, but were also able to hide some parts of themself through being very good actors. It’s exhausting to pretend to be someone else, he thought.

Sadly, he thought to know immediately why you were here.

“Another one of my brother’s admirers, huh?” he spat, making those neutral eyes now direct a burning look of disgust at you.

“If you want to share his bed, the best way is to ask him directly” he explained, adding “With a man this...imbecile, there’s no need to be shy. And no need for formalities either.”

It’s not that Loki wasn’t attractive - he could be very charming, and wasn’t reseved when it came to lies just to have his ways with women. His Silver Tongue was known in all the Nine Realms, after all. Being the son of the Allfather would also help much when it came to this part of desire.

Yet Loki didn’t really have interest in relationships at all. Of course, he’d like to “conquest” sometimes, but it was more to feel equal to his popular brother, and boost his confidence.

No woman was even allowed to even speak to him after they’ve spent some hours together - not that any of them was heartbroken afterwards. The females he usually physically encountered were shallow. Not ones to have a real conversation with, or anything resembling a fun time.

They had their own intentions, that’s what made it so easy for him to just dump them instead of having a real bond with someone: Improving their social ranking, earning material gifts - or, what Loki hated most, simply getting near his way more attractive, famous brother.

Great, he managed to get lost in all those negative memories again, now ready to direct his anger towards you. The air has gotten thick after only as much as a few sentences. Sometimes it felt like his own mind was mocking him, keeping him from any form of joy.

“My prince” you repeated again, breaking his like of thought, “I fear there’s been a misunderstanding...” You cleared your throat, explaining “I am assigned to be your new guardian from now on.”

Well, at first you helped him to break free from remembering the embarassments of the past - yet your words wouldn’t be able to lift his mood in the slightest.

“You?!” he blurted out, holding his stomach in laughter. He was right, though.

Even though your body language had a serious military tone, you wouldn’t look like a warrior in the slightest: Small, pale and dressed in a long, silken dress instead of an armor.

“A true warrior doesn’t need to be intimidating, they need training, experience and tactics” you murmured - much to his approval. How often did he mock his brainless brother for only knowing blunt violence instead of thinking a plan through. Yes - another similarity between you and him.

You placed your right hand over your heart, to symbolize what honour this matter meant to you - while also trying to calm your own breath and heartbeat.

Not that it mattered for Loki, but he loved to be respected and was quite flattered of your words and actions.

He mustered you from head to toe, trying to find out why he was so involved with you from the very first second. Loki circled and watched you from every angle, making you even more flustered than you already were. All these years of preparation couldn’t help you deal with this unreal seeming moment.

You knew who you were dealing with, but you’d never think of how it all would turn out in the end.

“I-I am deeply sorry, Lord, I thought you’d already been informed about this” you babbled, not knowing that the mood was about to shift.

“Great” he gritted between his teeth, a grim tone coating his voice, “Incredible! A bodyguard?! What a joke...”

Loki walked back and forth, kicking some stones and yelling randomly while cussing words unsuitable for someone of the royal family. He just wasn’t able to find any rest in his head.

Yet he tried to comprehend why his father would want him to have a bodyguard - and the result of his pondering wasn’t really satisfying: Odin probably thought he was too weak, to ill-minded and not fit to be the heir of the throne. What a farce - someone of the royal family, not able to protect themselves and needing someone to watch over him all the time.

Or did his father simply not trust him? Is it that, he lets a “bodyguard” follow his every step and report all failures and mischief he causes directly to the Allfather, so he would be punished immediately?

Still, all the anger put aside, Loki was oddly restrained. Was it because he didn't want to concern you or have an all too bad first impression? You, who only knew him for a mere few minutes, and who is below him in any way?

For a long time, there was just silence. While the sun settled and night began, the two of you were still standing on that hill, encoated in an unsettling abscence of words.

"No" he finally cut through this thick air, "No, I haven’t been informed. I never am. Why ask your son anyway, if you don't care about his opinion anyway?" he now yelled, throwing his hands into the air.

He really lost his cool around you, leaving you only able to watch and listen him talking all the weight from his heart. "Now tell me: Do I really look that weak?! Hel!”

It made you sad seeing the mighty prince like this. Sorrow overcame you as you realized just what kind of pressure he was putting on himself.

Still saluting, you summouned a halberd and kneeled once again, the light of the settling sun making your whole silhouette shimmer. To Loki, it was a truly breathtaking view. Finally, his head was completely empty - absent from any of his usual dark thoughts.

“It is not my place to judge you or the majesty" you said confidently, without any doubt in your voice. "But I vow that from this moment on, all of my loyality will belong to you and only you, my prince. Ever since my birth I have been trained in secret, far away from any bindings, until I was ready to serve. You see, the Allfather also did me wrong, but I don't hold any grudge. He robbed me of a normal life, yet it was for a higher good."

Tz. How naive, he thought. But as much as he disliked your not at all justified understanding for his father, this vow managed to touch him deeply.

"And what's so special about a simple fire magician?"

For a second, you couldn't hide the look of surprise on your face. "How did you-"

"-know?" he interruped, obviously having regained his composure. "Don't insult me. I'm a master at the magic arts, and I'm much more experienced at that. At least concerning this, you are an open book to me."

"That's right" you explained while trying to stay professional as he mustered you again, picking on your clothes and weapon like a curious child.

"Yet you could say that I have a…” for a second, your voice got lost in your throat. “... property, that makes me the ideal bodyguard.”

A property? What kind of quirk might you posses that makes you so valuable?

Hearing this, he stopped in his tracks, standing still like a statue after getting a strand of hair out of your face. The brightest eyes, (your eyecolour) irises stared at him in pure wonder. Even after all that he said until now, all the God of Lies could feel was pure, genuine concern.

And oh, how he yearned for this. From this moment on, his decision was set in stone: He'll keep you near, make you his pet and pastime - at least his pride didn't allow him to think otherwise. Even though his real intentions were something the reserved, warily man didn’t understand himself.

Loki shook his head when he realized just for how long he stared into your eyes, with his mouth wide open. He felt like he's been caught being weak, and like he always did when he felt insecure, he found the only way to compensate for this was for him to humiliate you.

“I ask once again: What are you? "

You managed to keep a straight face. Finally, you were allowed to share youur secret with someone:

"I am the Keeper of Fire, my lord."

Impossible. A simple, weak girl like you, possesing one of Asgards greatest attributes?

But he could tell you were telling the truth.

"I wonder what else my father tries to lock away from the world...through hiding and lies he reigns. That's the only way me and my father are similar."

Suddenly, he grabbed both of your wrists, almost as if to crush them, his emerald eyes piercing into the core of your being, trying to somehow comprehend what great power was now under his control.

When he saw your shocked look, he let go off of you.

“For a trained combatant, you’re very easy to rattle” he frowned, seeing that you took a step back. “But from now on, I’ll be your teacher - not those moronic warriors who are wasting your potential. You’ll take every single word from my lips as command.”

He stepped closer again, whispering right into your ear “You’re wax in my hand, little dove. And I’ll form the ideal warrior.” It was like your power was making him feel invincible, too. “Did I express myself properly?”

“As you wish, my Lord.”

“Oh” he smirked evily, “I prefer the term ‘master’ from now on.”

“All right” you finally smirked back, making his heart jump a little, “Everything you say, my master.”

___

When he finally got back to his senses, Loki almost felt like he could actually feel your soft hands like back then, when he escorted (more like dragged) you back to the palace, where you’d live officially from now on.

It was ridiculous when he thinks about it: The man who didn't trust anyone instantly believing a girl he's never seen before, and just came out of nothing with a wild story about being a chosen one.

Yet he did, and it felt so easy, so naturally to trust you.

Reality fell onto him like a crushing punch from the Hulk when he remembered ‘the rules’. They were engraved into his heart like scars.

Many people thought that the ‘Keeper of Fire’ was just a tale. No one knew what details were true and which part of stories and ballads, yet it seemed like it had just been another one of his fathers well kept secrets.

On your way home from that hill - the beginning of your shared way - he persuaded you to tell him everything about this incredible power:

1. There can only be one Keeper of Fire at a time. When the choosen one dies one and for all, a randomly selected child will inherit this attribute. There is no way to affect who is chosen next.

2. The Keeper of Fire is blessed with the Power of the Phoenix - technically, he can never die. Every time he does, he’ll be reborn randomly as a creature of the Nine Realms.Their appearance stays basically the same, expect for the characteristics of the respective race.

“So you can turn out to be something else than an Asgardian, right?”

“Yeah, the moment I take my last breath, my soul will be transferred to a child that’s about to be born in this very moment. It's coincidence, really."

“Have you already experienced this?” Everything about you was so exciting, so different from this whole, boring life that Loki could only harldy hide his excitement.

“It is wonderful, actually. You see so many different points of view, ways of living... It's truly a privilege.” Remembering your past lives, you began to smile so bright that Loki thought he might faint. So that's why you were so calm, understanding and thankful. Did he even deserve to walk aside such a pure creature? “My whole existence, your father would always manage to find me. It’s not that hard to find the Phoenix’ Flame, if you know how. So I’ve spent all my lives earning experience on the battlefield, dying very young.”

Much to your surprise, the prince looked very sad upon hearing this - little did you know it was because he felt like he should blame himself. You were trained to become his bodyguard, after all. And it had surely not been easy on you.

Not that he would ever voice those feelings, nor admit that it would affect him this much. Maintaining his distance to people he might open up to was his main commandment.

3. Your new body will age very fast, up to your “blossom time”. Around that time, you’ll stop aging at all, making it impossible for you to die. None of your fellow beings will ever be aware of this fact, and neither are you. So everyone around you behaves as it was completely normal.

4. After having been reborn, you'l have no memory of your past lives, until something very important from reminds you of them.

Chuckling, you tried to lighten up the mood as you added “I lived 2 lives as an Asgardian, one in Alfheim and...one in Nidavellir.”

Loki laughed, loudly and heartily, and you almost forgot that this man was known only for making everyone’s life miserable. Right now, it felt like the two of you knew each other forever - that’s how freely and satisfyingly you could talk.

“So that’s why you’re so small” he joked, wiping a tear of joy from the corner of his eye. "You were a dwarf, hilarious!"

"Hey!" you responded, "Maybe you're just too tall! You're almost as big as one of the Jotuns!"

His face darkened again when he thought of all the comrades he lost in battle against them. "This is no matter for jokes. Do not compare me to those vile beasts."

By the gods, this guy really has mood swings, but you guessed you should prepare to get used to that.

Actually, you wanted to say something about the Jotuns - yet you thought it'd be better if not all secrets were to be lifted from the very beginning. A feeling told you it would be better if you kept your mouth shut about this topic - at least for now.

"One last question..." Lokis own voice was echoing in his head, "If there can only be one of you at a time, but you cannot perish... How can there ever be an end to your immortality? How do you pass it on?"

His silent tears turned into loud sobbing as he slammed his fists onto the ground, until his knuckles began to bleed.

His heart felt like it was bursting under the pressure of him once again realizing the reason of you not coming back to live like you always did.

There was no hope, he now understood.

It was him, he knew that much. Everything he's done to you made this cruel, final rule work:

"That's easy. I will only reincarnate if I have the will to live on."

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Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 38 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths. RATING: Mature NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

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Ella used her seidr to plough the snow in front of her and compact it enough to have it easy to walk on. Behind her, the majority of the men left in the city that housed the Jotnar palace were with them, ready to assist people to leave their homes as a result of Laufey’s orders.

“That is an interesting ability to have,” Greta commented.

In the hour they had been walking side by side, neither woman had said anything to the other.

“It is a learned one. It takes many hundreds of years of practice, then, by the time you die, you supposedly realise that you barely knew anything, to begin with. Or so I am told, personally, I think I know more than most considering my ability and age.” She smiled as she lifted her dress to step over a large portion of ice. “I rarely seem to use it for anything but convenience though.” “Makes one wonder why you would invest time in it, to begin with, if all it does is make things more convenient.”

Ella could see Greta’s point. “When it is needed for other matters, no skill is greater. My grandfather, Bor, he was a seidr wielder too, it allowed him the power to defeat the Dark Elves, my father holds Gungnir because his seidr is even more powerful with it. The reason specifically why His Majesty was all too happy to take my father’s offer of an arranged marriage between Prince Loki and I was because, with my inherited ability to easily be trained in seidr, I bring with me a new ability to the Jotnar royal line. It is a rarely required strength but one worth having should it be required.” Greta said nothing for a short time as she walked along beside the Aesir princess. She thought over what Ella had said as well as thought over other thoughts that came into her mind as they made their way through the snow. One thought came to her more than others as they did but Greta did not think it something she could ask.

“There is something you wish to know.” Greta looked at Ella in shock. “I can all but read the thoughts on your face. You want to know why I chose you, don’t you?” “Can you read minds?” Greta became fearful at the thought.

“No, I just can read beings. I have been around too many for so long to not have learnt many things.” Ella explained. “With regards to why you specifically. I want to get to know you a slight bit more and you do not seem to want to bury me under several meters of solid ice, so I figured this to be as good a time as any to talk.”

“Why?” “You like Helbindi, do you not?” “I do.” “And you do not overly dislike me?” “I do not dislike you in the slightest, I think you brave for not only coming here when you knew many would loathe you and you fought to stay and have done nothing but want better for our realm since you first set foot here,” Greta smirked. “And how you treat those who dismiss you is something I will never cease to enjoy.” “Being female is not a sign of weakness, nor is it a prerequisite to being such.” Ella looked at the frozen ground in front of her. “Is there supposed to be running water here?”

“There was, apparently, before the war, it is long gone. How could you know that?” “When I use my seidr to move the snow, it gives me a general feel for what I am moving, in case there is a chasm here that I am not aware of, it has alerted me to flowing water. “Really?” Greta could not contain her excitement.

“Yes, so this is good, for the record, Jotunheim is not defrosting?” “No, this is not good, it is a miracle. We never thought it would happen again, my mother spoke of it as an impossibility.”

“Now you get to tell her otherwise.” “She is dead.” “I am genuinely sorry to hear that.” In truth, Ella was.

“Without the Casket, any who get ill did not last long.” “Yet you do not hate me for my father’s actions?” “You did not take it and it was taken for the actions of Jotunheim, to be angry with the Allfather would require being angry with my father, who stood and slaughtered Midgardians which caused this mess.” She stated sadly.

The silence returned for a while before the women had travelled what they could of the day. The murmur amongst those with them as to there being water flowing in Jotunheim once more lifting spirits as they did so.

“Can I ask you something?” Ella looked over at the Frost Giant. “The customs of your realm?” “Which ones?” “The ones between mates.” “What of them?” “Who thought to ever do such a thing? To have affection for another so to attach to one another by the mouth. Who thought that was something to do?”

Ella laughed at the explanation. “I have no idea. Loki would love your analysis on it.” “Did he find it odd at first?” “When I explained what two young Vanir in the gardens of the palace were doing, he first thought they were trying to eat one another and when I explained it, I think I made him at risk of seeing his breakfast again. He was nauseous from the mere thought of such things. Though, learning the etiquette of kissing the back of a hand served him well, I think that was as far as he could ever be pushed.” Greta frowned. “So, he never kissed you?” “Norns no. He sees it as odd, which I can see the reasoning for.” She shrugged.

Greta noted the slight sadness in Ella’s features at saying that. “You wish he did not?” She ventured.

Ella admonished herself internally for not hiding her emotions well enough. “In Asgard, it is normal, to not express affection in such a manner after a lifetime of thinking it normal leads to complex feelings on the matter. It is not of great importance but it is a peculiar feeling.” Seeing that the princess was not pleased with discussing the issue, Greta contemplated not speaking again before something that she had hoped to ask anyone Aesir or Vanir on came to mind. “Whatever about the mouth-kiss thing but what in the realms is it when mates use their mouths elsewhere? Is that truly something beings do?” Knowing what the Frost Giant was referencing to, Ella snorted a small laugh. “I am no use to you regarding that matter on an experience level, but I can say from speaking to women who have done it and from having read about it, it is common in many places.” “Helbindi has been pleading with Prince Loki to ask you to give him the book on such things,” Greta informed her.

“I know, he tried to have Arden ask me too. The thing is, it was not a book but at least a hundred. Beings from different realms love to write in regards to sex and everything pertaining to the topic, I have found.” Greta found herself laughing. “He is adamant to know of it.” “And no doubt put it to some form of use.”

Greta nodded. “Yes.”

Ella smiled. “With you?” “If I am lucky.”

“He does think a lot of you. I see him look at you across the throne room,” Ella informed her. “I do think he wishes very much wishes to be your mate and I think you well suited, not that my opinion matters any bit.”

“You are an unbiased source, so I take your statement over that of others. You have no agenda to push on this matter.”

Ella gave a small smile and got into the bed she had used her seidr to make for her, ensuring that Greta had something similar.

“I have to ask though, with everything that happened with Býleistr and his mate, with how she was Prince Loki’s love before, how do you think this will go?”

“If I am honest, I am not sure. I cannot pretend that this is all going to go well but it is not about how things are with Loki and his brother but about Jotunheim and the safety of us all.” Ella stated firmly before trying to get some rest, thinking the same herself.

It took a few days to get to the location where they would part ways with the men. On route, they warned all they saw of the order from Laufey hoping the Jotnar would listen to them and make their way East to where they would be more protected.

With directions to their destination, Ella and Greta began the walk alone, not thinking of much other than what was required of them on their journey.

When they arrived at the location, Ella frowned slightly as she looked at the building in front of her. It did not look like a palace or indeed a grand house, if anything, it looked like nothing she had ever seen before in the flesh. It had the appearance of a fortress over anything. They arrived at the gates, unsurprised to see them locked. With only a flick of her seidr, she had them opened and walked in.

When they arrived to the main door, it took even less effort to unlock them also. She looked around the bare hallway they found themselves in before thinking of what needed doing. Beside her, Greta looked somewhat uncomfortable.

“Býleistr?” Ella called out harshly. “I need to speak with you immediately.” Her voice echoed through the hall.

The sound of a door opening close by telling her of the location of the older prince. She waited for his arrival apprehensively.

“Why are you here?” He growled as he came into sight. “How dare you come here and demand my presence.”

“I did not demand it, if I were demanding, I would have told you to get into my presence immediately as I was going to speak with you, not implore that I needed to, and, since you are asking why I am here, that answers if you have left here any time recently. War is upon us.”

“What?” He demanded, his concern clear to see.

“Alfheim is at risk of falling, as you know, Jotunheim is the closest realm to it. If we do not prepare, we could be next. Loki and Helbindi have already joined my brother, the Light Elves and the Vanir. His Majesty wished to allow you a few days recovery before calling on you also but Jotunheim can wait no longer, she needs her third son to join the fray. The last remaining guards are gone to get the people to bring them to the East, if you remain here and they breach the realm, you will be cut off from the rest of us and will not last long against their magic, you need to get back to the palace.” “My father banished me here.” He snarled.

“He sent you here to quell unrest, giving you time away from the talk of others with your mates, you know this was not a punishment, not in the true sense. We all know that were Laufey to command it, you would know the true meaning of suffering. Cease acting as though you will not return, you know you will assist with this, you were raised for this and are a damn good fighter who enjoys a fight so don’t pretend you are not already considering going.” She turned to leave. “Why did my father send you?” “Because the men are needed to assist those who need them, you are too remote to simply trot here and then continue to them. I offered to inform you.” “Why?” “Because, as your brother’s mate, my being here should show you the severity of the situation.”

“How do I know this is not some sort of trick?” “You mean by my father to bring down Jotunheim from the inside?” Býleistr nodded. “Because were that the case, you being here alone and unaware of such things would actually have benefited such a plot, because I broke through your defences without alerting you until I called your name.” Býleistr frowned and looked at the door, noting that she had, in fact, done so. “Because if my father were to think of something like that, he would not give one single solitary care to you and your mates as you are of so little importance to him that he would most likely forget you and they even existed because as far as the guarding of Nine Realms are concerned; you, Býleistr, son of Laufey and Fárbauti, are so far down the list of issues he would see fit to be concerned about, that you would not make it into a thousand-page book of said list, I am sorry to inform you. I respect that in your personal thoughts, you are your paramount concern, as indeed we all are to ourselves, but to my father, the Allfather, King of Asgard and protector of the realms, you are nothing. I could obliterate you right here and now, so you cannot fathom what he could do but he would not do such a thing, nor will I, we need you alive to help our realm.” Býleistr shook his head. “I will not leave to help Asgard.” “Odd you should say that since none have asked such a boon of you.” “You mentioned ‘our’ realm.” “Yes, a you and I inclusive ‘our’. I am referencing Jotunheim, our home, our realm. I know you have yet to see past my appearance to see me as of here, but I am the mate of your brother, the children of which will be of Jotunheim, raised as Jotnar. All I do, I do for Jotunheim but you are so busy hating my skin to realise it.” She looked to where she could now see Alma and Angrboða watching them. “If anything, you should like me, I opened the door to you getting your second mate and talked Loki into not wanting to have you skinned for it. Now, get what you need and come on. It’s not a swift journey.”

“I do not take orders from you.” “I do not take no for an answer, so decide now if you want to be forced back by my seidr or your own free will because we are going back to the palace and you will be facing your father, so do you do so as a son willing to serve him or as a man forced back who disobeyed not an order from me, but his father.” Ella challenged.

Býleistr snarled for a moment. “What did you mean ‘It is clear I did not know’? Did you think I had a part in this, that I would do such a thing?”

“I did not know, such as I do not pretend to know what you are thinking now with regards to how you wish to return to the palace.” She looked at Greta. “We have done as instructed, so I suggest getting a few moments to compose yourself before we return, however our mates’ brother decides he wishes to do this.”

“So you expect us to just leave and follow you, is that it?” Angrboða growled.

“I have stated that it is the order of our king, so on the presentation of such knowledge, yes, I do.”

“You think we take orders from you.” “You take orders from your King,” Ella stated each word with enunciation and loudly. “You are not above him, nor are I or indeed your mate, lest you forget you are not the child of the king but the simply the mate of said child, the same as for me. I offered to come to show the severity of the situation and upon order from my King to ensure your return, I will follow said order should my last breathe be caused by it. Only I will not be at risk of such, for none will be so stupid as to challenge me on it. Now, I will ask you once more, please, get what you need, I can use my seidr so we do not need to carry it back and we can leave as soon as possible. Seeing you travel amongst those forced to flee will give them a sense that you are there for them, it will strengthen their thoughts, not just of your father, but of you specifically for standing with them.” She looked at Býleistr as she spoke the last few words. “They want to feel safe, you are a known fighter, you will make them feel so.”

Býleistr contemplated her words for a moment. “Alma, ‘Boda, get your belongings, we leave as soon as we are ready.” He stated, walking towards his mates. “Stay here,” He ordered Ella and Greta.

“I am going getting something to eat,” Ella stated, heading towards the area she hoped housed the kitchen. “We have not eaten since breakfast and we are hungry and I can literally smell the food from here and I am not leaving with an empty stomach. You pack, we eat.”

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Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 38

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

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“That is an interesting ability to have,” Greta commented.

In the hour they had been walking side by side, neither woman had said anything to the other.

“Now you get to tell her otherwise.” “She is dead.” “I am genuinely sorry to hear that.” In truth, Ella was.

Greta noted the slight sadness in Ella’s features at saying that. “You wish he did not?” She ventured.

Greta nodded. “Yes.”

Ella smiled. “With you?” “If I am lucky.”

“You are an unbiased source, so I take your statement over that of others. You have no agenda to push on this matter.”

Ella gave a small smile and got into the bed she had used her seidr to make for her, ensuring that Greta had something similar.

“I have to ask though, with everything that happened with Býleistr and his mate, with how she was Prince Loki’s love before, how do you think this will go?”

With directions to their destination, Ella and Greta began the walk alone, not thinking of much other than what was required of them on their journey.

“Býleistr?” Ella called out harshly. “I need to speak with you immediately.” Her voice echoed through the hall.

The sound of a door opening close by telling her of the location of the older prince. She waited for his arrival apprehensively.

“Why are you here?” He growled as he came into sight. “How dare you come here and demand my presence.”

“What?” He demanded, his concern clear to see.

Býleistr snarled for a moment. “What did you mean ‘It is clear I did not know’? Did you think I had a part in this, that I would do such a thing?”

“So you expect us to just leave and follow you, is that it?” Angrboða growled.

“I have stated that it is the order of our king, so on the presentation of such knowledge, yes, I do.”

#pride and prejudice #wolfpawn #loki fic #chapter 38

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Frosted Feelings, Frozen Memories Chapter 1: Sweet Iduna.

She knocked with enthusiastic energy the door. "Knock-knock-knockknock-knock" sounded on the wood surface.

"I told you to go away!" it was heard within the room, at the other side. It seemed that this command didn't frightened Anna in any way, because just after that she sang:

"Do you want to build a snowman...?"

But the voice inside that room didn't follow the melody. Anna stayed outside, waiting for the answer of her sister Elsa, who seemed that she didn't care about her anymore.

"Come on let's go to play!" sang Anna.

Elsa remained in silence, but Anna didn't want to give up. She sat on the floor and waited, waited for an answer.

A distant shadow was watching the scene, a young boy, Jack Frost, who knew both sisters since forever. By some reason he always wanted the company of children, he never knew why. For the moment his only company was the moon and the wind, nothing more. But he remembered, once, being wandering near a forest where he played around with their habitants, freezing everything in his path. He knew once a special northuldra girl, with who he always spent time, even if she couldn't see him. But she knew he was there, because she believed it was another elemental spirit like the Nøkk, the fire salamander or the rock giants, an ice spirit. Also, there was something familiar about her. Did he met her before, somewhere else? That smile...was familiar, even if it he remembered it in a more paler face.

Anyway he always took care of her, played with her, flew with her in the wings of the air spirit. He watched her sleep and protected her from the shadows of the night. What was her name again? Oh, of course... a sweet name, a name Jack Frost, having lost the memories of his past would never forget: Iduna. Iduna, the beautiful, sweet, kind, brave and innocent girl.

She always knew a lot of men on her village, but for Jack Frost, there was only one man in her life: him. At least, he was like an older brother. One day though, other man came to matter to Iduna’s young heart. It was another boy, son of a king, who came along with the people of his kingdom from the other side of the forest. He seemed to have a daydreaming obstination and the soul of an adventurer. His father set up a great party in honor of the northuldra people, with ocassion of a dam gifted to the habitants of the enchanted forest.

Jack felt driven to follow the boy and watch his steps. In some moment the young prince spotted Iduna playing in the wind. For some reason Jack didn't like the look of his eyes. It was like offensive for him. The boy stepped away from his people and went on direction to Jack's protected. With a judging look Jack went after him.

Suddenly, the wind brought up to him the words of a conversation.

"...Is hurting the forest." was heard the voice of the Northuldra's chief saying "It's cutting off the North-"

"Let's-let's not discuss this here" interrupted him the king with a cracking voice, full of fear. "Let's...meet on the fjord, have some tea."

Yes, fear was on the air, Jack could sense it, and the wind was restless, feeling the effects of it in itself. Jack followed their voices and reached them in the fjord. The chief was kneeling with the intention of bringing to his lips the tea on a pot but the king wasn't doing the same thing. Instead, there was a sword in his hands. Approaching menacing to the chief, the king raised high the weapon, ready to make the hit. A cold sweat covered Jack's forehead.

"Look out!!" he yelled, forgetting that the chief couldn't see nor hear him.

In any way to protect the chief, Jack flew with the intention of freezing up the king's hands, but the sword was faster and with a look of horror, the chief lost his head and with it his life.

"NOOO!!!" cried out Jack.

The sword covered in blood raised a terrible scent, that was inmediately carried away by the wind itself, to make know to everyone about the tragic event.

Jack was furious.

"How could you?!" he yelled at the king.

But the king was deaf even with other people he could see and he didn't listen to this complain while he cleaned up the blood from his sword in the grass.

"What have you done?" asked someone at the back of the King.

The King turned to find out it was a northuldra with a glance of horror in his eyes.

The King didn't answer, and proceeded to kept his sword in its sheath.

"Murderer!!" yelled the young man at him. "The chief has been murdered!!" said then while running to meet the others."The King murdered our chief!!"

"Murderers, murderers!!" was followed the cry on the throats of all the northuldras in the forest.

“That isn’t true!” said the King reaching the group. “I was attacked by the chief and I just defended myself!”

“Lier...” hissed Jack without being able of containing his rage.

“Our chief would never do that!” exclaimed a woman.

“It is true my king?” asked Matthias concerned.

“I’m afraid so.” sighted the king acting nervous, as if he was just about to die.

The arendellians felt offended against the northuldras. Both northuldras and arendellians took their weapons and attacked each other. Fear turned into hate, and a bloody fight took place. Suddenly, the king was falling off a cliff.

The wind, the water, the fire and the earth became mad. Water flooded the land, fire lighten up the grass and trees, earth giants threw rocks, air made whirlwinds and Jack attacked with frost everywhere.

But then, a voice that sang with plea was heard above any other sound. Every elemental spirit ceased its rage and payed attention to the call.

“It’s Iduna’s voice!” thought Jack while stopping in his flight. “She’s using the magic call! I hope she’s not in much trouble. If anyone of those men dares to touch her...”

Thinking on that, he followed Iduna’s call. He found her kneeled at the side of the young arendellian prince, who was unconcious on the ground, like if he had hitted his head on a rock.

“What are you thinking of?” said Jack disgusted to her when he saw the attention she was giving to the prince.

But Iduna looked concerned, while holding the prince in her hands and calling without rest for help. This warmed Jack’s heart, and while stepping on the ground and leaning over his staff he kneeled too.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

The North wind echoed the call with an ancient, misterious voice, and going in Iduna’s help, raised both the young prince and Iduna, and carried them away from the chaos. Jack followed them and he even offered himself to help carrying the prince for a while. They went to a cart and the wind covered Iduna with a blanket.

“We have to leave this forest my dear friend.” said Iduna to the wind.

The wind nodded with its leaves and asked Jack for help. Jack made a road of ice that made the travel easier and faster. He pushed the cart with care and they went outside the forest, passing by the stones of the spirits. Inmediately after that a great fog covered the forest.

They traveled all the way long to Arendelle, where they had to find for a solution of how explaining to the arendellians everything that happened. The greatest challenge was to tell about the king’s death, the war between arendellians and northuldras, and the prince’s hit with a rock. But mostly, it would be hard to explain what was doing a young northuldra girl there. Of course, as always, no one would listen to Jack.

To be continued...

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A Jelsa fanfic that has been inside my head for a while and that I wanted to write. More than the relationship between the Fith Spirit and The Guardian of Fun, I wanted to explore Jack's relationship with the other members of the royal family. It was a way of exploring Iduna and Agnarr’s past, even if it was a bit hard because we practically don’t know what happened after Iduna hid with Agnarr in the cart, but, I tried as best as I could to give it a development to that scene. Also, I couldn’t stop thinking on you my dear friend @giantgirl253 😊 I hope y'all enjoy. 😉

#Jelsa #Frozen #Frozen 2 #Jack Frost #Queen Iduna #King Agnarr #Agduna #Queen Elsa #Princess Anna #Fanfiction #My fanfics

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ThorBruce AU

Pain

Changed canon- Loki does not cause the battle of New York, it’s all Thanos.

Everyone is born with two letters on their wrist- the initials of their soulmate. Not every soulmate is a romantic partner, many are best friends, the kind you want to spend every waking moment with, and when you are apart you feel as if you’ll never be happy again until you are in their presence. Most are the same age, born days, weeks, or a few months apart. Rarer are the pairings in which the soulmate in question isn’t even a thought. Even rarer yet are when soulmates are decades or centuries apart in age.

Thor, the Asgardian prince, would live over a thousand years before his soulmate, a Midgardian by the name of Bruce would be born. It would be longer still until they met while saving the world from an alien attack.

8-year-old Thor snuggled into bed as he begged his Mum to tell a story. “About the soulmates, Mummy!” he thought to his own mark, displaying the initials “RB”. He wondered what their name was, what they looked like, when he would meet them and on what Realm…

“Well, Thor,” Frigga began. “Since the beginning of time, there have been soulmates, whose souls were torn apart during the Big Bang that created the Nine Realms. Every being ever born had and will have a soulmate. My soulmate is your Father, yours is RB, Loki’s is GM. You will know when you have met them because you will be engulfed in light and your marks will change color to match their favorite hue. After you meet, you will feel their pain, albeit muted.”

Thor smiled, dreaming of the day he gets to meet RB.

Bruce Banner was born Rebecca Alice Banner in 1969, a little over 1,000 years after his soulmate. From a young age, he never felt right in his body, leading to him declaring he was a boy at age 12.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re a boy?” Brian Banner screamed that night. “This TO man on your wrist isn’t going to want to be mated to a faggot. God damn it, Rebecca, I won’t raise a tranny!” Brian hit Bruce over the head, knocking the pre-teen unconscious.

When the young boy awoke, he cried, knowing his father would never accept him. Why would Brian? All Bruce had known was abuse from the alcoholic, hell, Brian had killed Bruce’s mother in front of him just a few months prior. Bruce knew if his mom was still alive, she would accept him, she had always been kind and accepting of the “Queers” he saw on television sometimes. Bruce knew he was a queer, liking boys while he knew deep inside, he was one as well. He knew TO was a man as well, although how old, he didn’t know.

“When will I be king?” the now almost-grown Thor asked Odin. He was physically a grown man. Hel, even his little brother was in his late adolescent years and Thor was 500 years older than Loki!

“When you meet your soulmate, my boy,” Odin grumbled, becoming used to the question being asked from both of his sons. Hela had asked when she would be Queen, as well. At one point she had taken the thrown forcefully, only to be banished. Odin was thankful he had raised his sons to be peaceful rather than seek war. Or at least he thought he had until Thor went to Jotunheim to fight the Frost Giants that had interrupted his coronation.

Odin was to be entering Odinsleep soon, so he temporarily named the boy King, even though neither boy had met his soulmate. Truth be told, Odin had put it off so long that he was afraid the stress would kill him, but he could not force either boy to meet their soulmate. A temporary arrangement would be enough. Until Thor disobeyed him.

“Damn it, boy! This is why I put this off for so long! You are a foolish, cruel, vain boy!” Odin screamed when he rescued Thor from Jotunheim.

“And you are an old man and a fool!” Thor retorted.

“You are unworthy! Unworthy of the crown, of your power,” Odin cried as he stripped Thor of his Asgardian strength. “I hereby banish you to Midgard!” Odin hoped Thor would meet his soulmate on Midgard. He set upon two terms to end his banishment- either Thor gets over his selfishness, or he meets his soulmate.

After Bruce left home in 1990, he immediately began transitioning. The twenty-year-old scraped together enough money to start hormones, get his breasts removed, and change his name to Robert Bruce Banner. He knew his soulmate would be looking for an RB, so he reluctantly kept the R initial. He had gone by Bruce at school since he entered senior high. Then, he poured himself into his studies, earning seven Ph.D.’s- in Gamma radiation, sexual health, astrophysics, Nuclear physics, philosophy, biochemistry, and medicine.

Bruce had taken up a teaching job at Culver University as Professor of Biochemistry. After the 9/11 attacks, he dedicated his life to helping others, which led him to be recruited by Thaddeus Ross. Unfortunately, it had the side effect of turning the young scientist into what became known as Hulk.

While Bruce had once, and still, hated himself because he was born female, he now hated himself because he turned into a green rage monster if he got angry. He went on the run, sacrificing his testosterone for his safety. Eventually, he was found, but not before he attempted suicide to rid himself of the monster. Looking back, Bruce was thankful he had failed, knowing TO would never forgive himself if Bruce had died before they met.

Years later, after Bruce got back on T, although still on the run from the military, he was focused on providing medical care for others, deciding that even if he could turn into Hulk, he could use his normal, less-of-a-freak self for good rather than the destruction Hulk brought.

Thor didn’t meet his soulmate- in fact, RB was on the other side of the country, but he proved himself worthy by sacrificing himself to save his friends on Midgard.

“Did you meet RB?” Loki asked excitedly when Thor returned.

“What do you think, brother?” Thor snapped, shoving the still black letters to Loki’s face. “Did you meet GM yet?”

“Nay, though I hope I meet them soon, I’m tired of being a child by Asgardian terms,”

“Loki, as the Midgardians see it, you’re a child there too. I am barely an adult. If RB would hurry up and enter my life, that would be grand!”

“I am sure we will meet our soulmates soon. Now, guess what our dear father bestowed upon me during your absence! I am Jotun! Yeah, I know! He picked me up as a babe, but hey, I can do ice magic now!”

A few months after Thor’s banishment ended, he and Loki were sent on a quest to Midgard because a group called The Black Order were planning on stealing the Tesseract.

“Perhaps you’ll meet your soulmate!” Loki cheered as they departed from the Bifrost. “We are long overdue, us being over a thousand years old.”

“What about you, dear brother? Don’t you want to meet GM?”

“Yes, Thor, we all want to meet our soulmates. But, let’s face it, you’re older, you are going to inherit the throne first. You proved your worthiness, I haven’t, even if we have not met our soulmates.”

Bruce was pissed. He had been whisked off from India, where he was doing good for once in his life, back to the United States, back to New York, to find this Tesseract thing. But Bruce knew better. This SHIELD organization just wanted to experiment on Hulk, they always did. Why couldn’t Bruce have been born into a loving family, as a boy, and not turn into a monster?

“H-Hey I’m Bruce Banner,” Bruce stuttered when the quinjet landed and he met the team he would be working with: Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Erik Selvig, the Norse Gods Thor and Loki, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, and Natasha Romanoff.

God damn, Thor thought when he laid eyes on Bruce. That guy is stunning!

“Good to meet you, Dr. Banner,” Tony said as he shook Bruce’s hand. I hope that wasn’t weak. “Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled, and I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

“Thanks,” Bruce replied sarcastically. At least no one here cared, or hopefully even knew he was trans.

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube,” called Fury. Thank you! “I was hoping you might join him.”

Captain Rogers spoke up. “Let’s start with that stick of his, Thanos I mean. It’s magical but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.”

“I don’t know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I’d like to know how Thanos turned two of our sharpest men into his personal flying monkeys.”

“Monkeys?” Thor questioned. Bruce wondered. TO? Could that stand for Thor, Son of Odin, or Odinson?

“I understood that reference!” Steve smiled, while Tony rolled his eyes at the recently defrosted Soldier.

However, before Bruce could test his Soulmate theory, Tony whisked him away to do research.

Thor decided to do research on Dr. Banner and found out his first name was actually Robert. “Loki! I think Dr. Banner is RB! Look, his first name is Robert!” he cheered.

“Now to get close enough for the soulmate bond to recognize. You have to be touching, right?” Loki asked for clarification.

“Yes! At the end of the battle, I’ll give him a celebratory hug!” Thor hugged Loki for reference, in his signature rib-crushing style.

“Ouch, brother, do you want to kill your soulmate? He is merely mortal!”

“Alas, soulmate Banner is tougher than he looks.”

“He looks like an anxious mess,” Loki pointed out. “I have a point; he is especially fragile! Look at how he stood, playing with his sleeves and picking at his fingers.”

“I will teach him that he does not have to fear, that I will always be there, his soulmate.”

“That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry,” Bruce calmly said as he transformed into Hulk to take down the Chitauri and the rest of the Black Order.

That’s my fucking soulmate! Thor thought as he continued battling. Eventually, Thor cut off Thanos’ head with a sword he had taken from one of the dead Black Order… creatures. It was official, there was no remaining child of Thanos. They had won.

Thor threw the sword to the side and charged over to Hulk, who was transforming back to Bruce. He was glad his armor that day was sleeveless, he wanted to see his mark change. He didn’t care that Bruce was naked, he was going to hug his soulmate, damn it!

The two were engulfed in a flurry of light for a mere moment, but their arms stung as Thor’s mark changed to purple, while Bruce’s turned red.

“Holy shit,” Bruce swore, then realized he was naked, and moved quickly to hide from the Avengers and SHIELD agents. “Please, don’t look at me!” he yelled as he pulled on some discarded clothing.

“My soulmate! What troubles you?” Thor thundered, causing Bruce to flinch.

“What happened to your penis? Blown off in war?” Steve asked curiously. “I knew a few guys in my time who had that happen.”

“Uh, yeah, I can’t afford the surgery to get a new one.” Bruce lied. The man was from the 40s, who knew how he felt about queers?

“And those lines on your chest?” Bruce blushed, hard.

“Friend, Captain, do not worry my soulmate! He will tell us about his traumas when he is ready, and it is obvious he is not ready!” Thor explained as he held Bruce’s hand to stop him from running. It also served to calm the man.

“Thank you,” Bruce sighed. He’d never had anyone stand up for him like that.

Thor was back on Asgard. ‘How did I get here? I was with Bruce.’ he thought, several theories firing up as he waited for whatever had him home.

“So, you met your soulmate!” Odin called out, walking over to Thor and patting his son on the back. “Have you completed the final part of the ritual?”

“W-what ritual? We hugged and then our marks changed. Is that not it?” Thor asked with confusion. In all his years, in all the times he had asked about his soulmate and what happened when you met the, neither Odin nor Frigga mentioned a ritual.

“Nay, my son. The final part of the ritual allows you to feel their pain and emotions.”

“Then tell me what it is so I can complete it!” Thor chuckled. Why was Odin keeping it a secret?

“Alright, my boy, I cannot keep this from you forever. To complete the soulmate ritual, the two souls must combine, so to speak.”

“Combine? How the Norns?”

“Thor, you are a young man, surely you have had sex!” Odin laughed as he patted his boy on the back. Thor’s face flushed.

“Yeah, definitely!” he lied. “So, all I have to do is bed my soulmate?”

“Yes, my boy. Now, you need not lie to me, son. It’s fine to wait for your soulmate.”

“Did you, Father?” asked Thor, feigning innocence. He may not have had much action, unlike his little brother, but he knew enough from Loki’s bragging.

“I would be lying if I said I waited,” Odin admitted.

Bruce almost Hulked out when he realized he and Thor had to have sex if they wanted to fully activate the Soulmate Bond. If he could have been dysphoric about his lack of a penis at only one moment, this would be it. ‘Does Hulk have a dick?’ he wondered, never taking the time to check, or perhaps he never had the thought. Would Thor want to fuck him even if he had… that?

When Thor awoke, he was glad to find that he had not left Stark Tower, where the Avengers had set up a temporary living space. Much of the building was covered in debris from yesterday’s attack, but Tony’s apartment was safe, and he ha a few guest rooms. Clint and Nat had shared, as they were soulmates and had already bonded. Tony paired Bruce and Thor up, though thankfully their room had two beds- soulmates or not, they had just met. Tony had his own room, leaving Steve to the couch.

He staggered to the kitchen and decided to look for food. Pop tarts! He exclaimed when he saw the delightful treat. He popped two into the toaster and poured a cup of coffee.

“You’re up early,” noted Bruce as he walked into the kitchen soon after Thor sat down.

“A warrior always rises early. That, and I couldn’t sleep any longer. I’ve been thinking about this soulmate bond,” Thor said.

“Yeah, me too. I’ve had one-night stands before, but it feels different when it’s with my soulmate. Especially when he’s as handsome as you,” Bruce paused. “I want to get to know you in other areas than the bedroom before we do that. I’ve always had an interest in mythology, and it’s not every day one of the figures you’ve spent your whole life reading is your soulmate. I’ve only read your stories; I don’t know the man behind them!”

“Which story is your favorite?” Thor asked with enthusiasm, he loved recounting his adventures, now his soulmate was well versed in them. This was a dream come true.

“Probably the one where you had to dress up like a bride to get Mjolnir back!”

“Ah, yes. Now that was awkward. I had never felt such shame in my life, not until Odin banished me to Midgard after I attacked Jotunheim because they ruined my coronation.”

Bruce looked at his soulmate in wonder. “I never read that myth!”

Thor laughed. “That is because it happened last year.”

“It happened last year?”

“That is what I said.”

“Damn, I was, uh, tearing up Harlem at the time.” Bruce blushed as he remembered the last time he had been in New York. “Anyway, can you tell me the story?”

“Why, yes, Banner. So, me and my brother, Loki, have always been extremely close. When my coronation was interrupted by the Frost Giants, Odin forbid me from attacking them. In rage, I disobeyed my father, and me, Loki, my friends the Warriors Three, and Lady Sif traveled to Jotunheim, where we were attacked. Odin found us, and he was pissed that I had started a war with the Jotun. Long story short, he saw me unfit to be king. I must admit that I was arrogant and said some things I regret. He put a spell on my hammer that said only those worthy could lift it, and if they could, they would have my powers. He sent me to a place called New Mexico, where I met a young scientist by the name of Jane Foster.”

“I’ve heard of Jane, she’s a genius on the field of astrophysics! I’ve wanted to work with her for years, you know her?”

“Yes, she helped me to get my hammer back! I saved her from being killed by a being known as the Destroyer. He nearly killed me, but my selfless act proved me worthy and I was saved!”

‘He’s so fucking brave’ thought Bruce as he listened intently to Thor’s story. Of his adventure in New Mexico.

“What about you? Do you have any adventures?” Thor asked.

“N-not any that I would be able to tell, bad memories,” Bruce admitted quietly. “Whether it’s my mom being killed, my dad being abusive, being trapped in this hellhole of a vessel I call my body and my mind, being the Hulk,” he listed, every bad thing that had happened in his life flashing back to him. The only good times he had were in science labs, studying science.

“What’s wrong with your body? You’re incredibly handsome, Bruce. I don’t care I you have a penis or not. You’re still a man in my eyes.”

“It, uh, wasn’t blasted off in war. I never had one. These scars on my chest?” Bruce started, pulling his shirt off as he pointed to the thin lines lining the bottoms of his pecs. “Were from when I had my chest tissue surgically removed. Thor, I was born female.” Bruce’s eyes burned with the beginnings of tears, he could feel Hulk thundering in the back of his mind, begging to be released.

“HULK SMASH” he yelled in Hulk’s voice, before slipping back into Banner-mode. He threw his fists down onto the bed as he flopped onto it. His skin turned green but otherwise, he was still Banner. Hyperventilating, the years of ridicule he had faced at the hands of his father, and later Ross, flashed before his eyes.

“Bruce, you’re okay. I’m totally fine with it! These feelings are common on Asgard! If I could pass as a woman to a Giant, you sure as Hel can as a man. And you are a man, you aren’t pretending like I was pretending to be a woman.”

“Thanks.” Bruce took the compliment, not quite believing it. He hasn’t properly accepted a compliment in years, knowing from experience that trust would lead him to betrayal in the end.

“I mean it, Bruce. I would never lie to you; you have my word.”

Bruce spits blood as he takes yet another punch. “God damn it, Becca, how many times do I have to beat it into your head that you ain’t a boy?” Brian snarls, before punching Bruce again.

“Gee, why don’t ya punch me again, see if that does it?” Bruce yells, sarcasm dripping from his busted lips. Brian follows the request, breaking his child’s nose. Bruce’s head snaps back, hitting the concrete floor, knocking him out.

Except he doesn’t. Instead of going unconscious, Bruce transforms into the Hulk, growing in size until he stood, seven feet tall, green, still bleeding. “What the hell, girl?” Brian swears before Bruce snaps, forcing his father into the concrete. SMASH. SMASH. SMASH!

“Y-you punch like a girl. Oh wait, you are one, even if you’re a fuckin monster inside.”

Bruce wakes suddenly. He never was present for his father’s death, being deep in research at that point. He hadn’t even gone to the funeral, knowing his relatives would still see Bruce as the little girl he had always been in their eyes. Even if his curly locks had long been cut, and he had stubble along his jaw, and he had recently gotten top surgery, they would still call him Rebecca.

Yet, his mind, since he had turned into Hulk, liked to show scenes of him Hulking out on Brian, killing him, even though the man had died in real life from old age. Even in death, the man still hated his child. No, hate wasn’t strong enough a word. Brian despised Bruce.

Bruce didn’t realize he was crying until he couldn’t breathe, his sobs choking him, sending him into a panic attack. “Thor! Thor!” he managed to scream, throat dry, closing up, his fingernails clawing at his forearms.

“Banner?” Thor mumbled as he awoke, exhaustion still in his bass voice. “What’s wrong?” he reached over to turn on a light, only to see the smaller man shaking and scratching himself. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s fine. I’m here, you’re not in danger!”

Bruce jumps back at Thor’s fingers touching his bare chest. “Don’t hurt me!” he cries. “Dad, no! Okay, fine, I’m a fucking girl, I’ll never be a man!”

“Shhhh, the sun’s getting low, I won’t hurt you, you’ll never be hurt again. Your father is dead.” Thor reaches out to calm the man the way he used to calm Loki when the God of Mischief woke from nightmares. At first, Bruce flinches but then accepts the soft touch of Thor rubbing his back and brushing his hair from his face. Thor allows Bruce to cry into his chest, let the tears fall as his panic attack fades. “Bruce, my love, are you okay?”

“N-no. My dad,” he stutters. His face burns even harder than it was from his panic attack.

“Is dead, sweetheart. He won’t hurt you; I won’t allow it. If anyone hurts you, I will kill them. I’ve slain more enemies than the number of years I’ve been alive, that bastard won’t be the first nor the last.”

Bruce looks down at his wrists, skin torn and bleeding. He frowns, feeling the sting of his tears and sweat mixing with the wounds.

“Ah, I shall kiss them better,” Thor remarks, before running his lips over each and every mark. To Bruce’s amazement, the blood stops running, and each line turns white before disappearing completely.

“Can soulmates just do that?” Bruce asks.

“No, I don’t think so. However, I can. When Loki and I were small, my mother would kiss our battle injuries away, and by that, I mean the wounds from when Loki stabbed me. I guess I inherited her magic. Ironic, since Loki is the one of us that can perform spells.”

“Kiss all of my pain away,” Bruce smiles as he pecks the God on the lips. Thor quickly deepens the kiss as the two lean back so Thor straddles Bruce.

“Are you okay, my love?” Thor asks with concern. He feels a massive pleasure course throughout his body like lightning, but he can stop if his soulmate is too uncomfortable.

“I’m okay,” Bruce whispers. “I’ll tell you if my dysphoria gets to be too much.”

Bruce wakes the next morning and smiles at his soulmate, his naked form covered by their comforter. They had officially completed the soulmate bond.

#thorbruce #trans bruce #gammahammer #thunderscience #thor #bruce banner #dysphoria #cw:slurs #cw:abuse #cw: panic attacks

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 5 years

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Fire and Ice (Jotun LokixOC)

Warnings: Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Fluffy smut. Sub Loki, Jotun Loki, Temperature play (obviously), Begging, Sex, Oral sex, Blowjobs, Comfort sex, Gentle sex

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Loki’s P.O.V

This day couldn't have gone anymore wrong. Everything I had been led to believe was nothing more than the lies of an old man. Thor had been banished, Odin had gone into an Odin sleep and finally I'd found out my true heritage. I had been right all this time about not fitting in with the family, being the black sheep and now it all made so much sense. I was nothing more than a monstrous frost giant. Something mothers tell their children about at night to scare them. And now I was everything I had been taught to hate and fear.

It explained why I was never going to be king. He couldn't have a frost giant rule Asgard. I looked at myself in the mirror, disgusting with what looked back at me. Blue skin, blood red eyes. I couldn’t let Raven see me like this, she'd turn and run from me. I was the son of Laufey, rightful heir to Jotunheim. But I didn’t want that, I didn’t want to be his son. There had to be something I could do to show Odin that I wasn’t like all the other frost giants that I wasn’t like Laufey. I was a son of Odin, prince of Asgard.

Thor was right, we should have slaughtered them all when we had the chance. I’m sure I still could. It would end the constant feuding and tension. Maybe then Odin would be proud of me and see me as his son. I needed that acceptance from him so that maybe one day I could accept myself. I would resent him for keeping this from me but that could heal. What hurt more was that my mother had kept it from me. With how much she loved me I would have thought she could have been truthful.

I turned away from the mirror, I couldn’t stand to look at myself anymore, let alone be in my own skin. I heard the door open behind me and froze in place. I couldn’t let Raven see me like this. She’d leave me, and I couldn’t live without her. I made a move to the bathroom, but it was too late, she was already in the room, staring at me in shock. “Loki?” She questioned. I turned away from her, “don't look at me. You shouldn't have to see this.” “I don't understand, what's going on?” “The truth finally came out. I’m longer blinded by Odin’s lies, ironic isn't it that the god of deception and lies has been lied too his whole life.”

“Your a...frost giant?” She asked hesitantly. “I’m a monster,” I turned to her, finally letting her look at me, “see. You should be running from this room, screaming...why aren't you? You should be disgusted by the sight of-" Raven cut me off with a kiss, her lips warm against my cold ones. This didn't seem to bother her however. She continued to kiss me, trailing down to my neck. “What are you doing? I asked in disbelief. “Proving a point.” She kissed me again before I could say another word, her fingers tangling in my hair. Raven pulled away for air, that familiar lustful look in her eye. Oh. She really wanted me? In this form?

Raven turned me towards the mirror, forcing me to look at myself. Raven kept her hands on my shoulders to stop me turning away. “Does it really look that bad? I think you look beautiful,” she spoke. “I’m hideous.” “Your still my husband. Your still my Loki. No matter what form you take.” Raven’s hands moved down to the hem of my undershirt, pulling the material up and over my head. This revealed more of my pale blue skin, darker blue lines across my chest. She kissed my shoulder, her lips like hot coals across my skin. But yet it wasn’t painful like I had expected. And she showed no signs of discomfort. Her hands moved further down my body, undoing my pants before pulling those off me too.

I stood there in just my boxers, forced to look at my monstrous form. I had no idea what this was meant to prove. “You really don’t see what I see?” She asked. “The only thing beautiful in that mirror is you. And I am so undeserving of you.” “Why? Because you think you’re a monster? You were manipulated and lied too for all of your life, led to believe your race were the monsters. What kind of king steals a baby from its home, from its people and parents?” I let her words sink in, she was right. It was just difficult. Whilst he wasn’t my true father he had still raised me, cared for me in his own way. Raven turned me round to face her once more.

She kissed me again, her body pressing against mine. I let her take control of the situation, I needed her too. Raven led me over to the bed, pushing me down on to the soft sheets. She undressed herself before climbing on top of me, straddling my waist. She started kissing me again, her kisses hungry and passionate. I was left breathless by her kisses. But I needed more. She kissed every part of my blue flesh that she could. I wasn’t used to this kind of devotion, normally I was the one doing this. It felt…nice to be on the receiving end. Raven continued her journey south, taking my boxers off. Raven could sense my unease and placed a comforting hand on my chest. “Relax Loki, I’m not going to hurt you,” she reassured. I’d never been so vulnerable before. Never…submissive.

Raven took my cock into her hot, wet mouth. She smiled as I gasped at the sensation. I could only moan and whimper as she devoured me completely. Her mouth was like liquid fire on my cock. I didn’t know how much I could take before I would come apart. She held my hips down so that I wouldn’t buck into her mouth. She took it slow, practically worshiping my cock with her lips and tongue. I gripped the bed sheets beneath me, needing something to cling too. “P-please don’t…fuck…don’t stop,” I managed. Raven showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, continuing to suck my cock with a soft moan. I threw my head back against the sheets, still whimpering from the pleasure. It was almost too much, teetering on the edge of too much pleasure.

She eventually stopped, climbing back on top of me. She barely gave me any time to recover as pressed her wet, heat against my cock. I wasn’t sure if I could take more. Raven laced her fingers with mine, leaning down to kiss me lovingly. She then slowly sunk herself down onto my cock. I cursed, squeezing her hands tight. Fuck. She just felt so good. So tight, so hot. Once she was fully seated on my cock she remained still, giving me time to compose myself. Raven leaned down, cupping my cheek. “Your okay, I’ve got you,” she spoke softly. I smiled at her, how was it possible to have found someone so loving and caring? I had no idea what I’d done to deserve such an angel. Raven sat back up, rolling her hips against mine. She moaned softly, letting the pleasure guide her movements.

I placed my hands on her hips, noticing the small shiver that ran through her. I went to pull away, but she placed her hands over mine, stopping me. Now she began to ride me, her hands on my chest to keep her balance. My hips bucked against hers, forcing a louder moan from her. I started to match her pace, pulling her down for another kiss. I needed all of her at once. Having her like this was so much more intense. She sped up the pace a little, moaning my name. I was so close already, it was almost pathetic at how little I was lasting. Normally I could go most of the night, but it seemed her tender touch had rendered me weak. I reached between us, finding her clit. She shuddered in pleasure and from the feeling of my cold thumb against her hot bundle of nerves.

A few moments more and she came apart on top of me, crying out her release. It seemed her orgasm triggered my own as I too came apart seconds after her, whimpering her name. I was a panting, shaking mess. Who knew a woman could do such a thing to me. Raven climbed off of me carefully and lay next to me. She pulled me into her arms, my head against her chest as she stroked my hair. I noticed how her skin broke out in goosebumps, how she began to shiver at my touch. I tried to pull away but again she refused, holding me close. “I don’t want you to be cold, let me warm you like you warmed me,” I spoke. With that my skin returned to its normal shade, its normal temperature. I continued to cling to her, afraid of letting her go. She continued to stroke my hair to soothe and calm me, slowly lulling me into a deep sleep.

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hjbender · 5 years

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Imagine a story line where Loki was married to Thor's older brother. Thor swallows his feelings for his brother's husband, Loki. That is until his brother is off at war and he discovers Loki sobbing in a corner about how lonely he is since no one will talk to a first giant. So Thor decides to befriend the forehead bride and may or may not have his feelings rekindle for Loki the same time Loki realizes he had feelings for Thor.

Within an hour of reading this stellar ask, this idea turned into a full-blown 150k slow burn novel written by Jane Austen, if Jane Austen also wrote Norse myths. (In other words, EXCELLENT.) It played out in my head like an Asgardian version of Pride and Prejudice. Let me try to summarize it in 3900 words:

Tagged: arranged marriage, drama, sexual content, marriage problems (no adultery), angst, miscarriage, character death (not Thor or Loki), accidental love, marriage proposals, happy-ish ending (maybe?), just read it

Baldur is the eldest son of Odin, heir to the throne of Asgard. He is handsome and well-mannered and will someday inherit tremendous power and status, and that makes him the most desirable man in the Nine Realms.

His brother Thor, on the other hand, is a bit rough in terms of both appearance and manners. He prefers to spend his time alone or with his small group of close friends, traveling the realms, fighting brigands, settling disputes, learning new skills from dwarves and elves and humans, appreciating nature, lending his might to the defenseless when they need it. He is a comfortable loner, he detests politics and formalities, and he hates being cooped up in the palace. He dresses more like a commoner than royalty. He is tall and well-built, unbelievably strong, and more than a little intimidating.

His father is always urging him to be more like his older brother. “Show some interest in reality, boy! You can’t roam the wilderness for the rest of your life! Get married and settle down. Find your place in the court, raise a family. Be a proper prince, for Valhalla’s sakes!”

But Thor adamantly states that he is content in his bachelorhood and intends to stay that way. He is a warrior and a wanderer, like Odin himself once was. Not a soft-hearted fool with romantic dreams in his head and a desire to be domesticated. He is too wild, too in love with his freedom. He will never marry.

Then, in the interest of politics (and adding some new blood to the royal family), Baldur becomes betrothed to the youngest of King Laufey’s children, a lovely little jötunn named Loki. Loki’s people are Frost Giants of the realm of Jötunheim, and normally a marriage between their two kingdoms would never happen due to the size difference between jötnar and Æsir. However, the last baby Laufey bore happened to be quite small, making him a perfect candidate for marriage with one of the non-giant races. Thus Loki was groomed from birth to be a royal spouse. Given the biological flexibility of the jötnar, he could provide his future husband or wife with fine, mixed-blood children.

It is a perfect arrangement. Odin has been wanting to clinch ties with Jötunheim for centuries (it has nothing to do with gaining exclusive trading rights to Jötunheim’s coveted natural resources, oh, goodness, no, certainly not), and now he can finally do it. Baldur is pleased at the prospect of achieving this goal for his father and readily agrees to the match.

In just a few short years, Loki is married to Baldur in one of the most extravagant and ostentatious weddings in Asgard’s history. Women (and men) all over the kingdom mourn that their dream prince is now off the market, and their scorn for Loki is bitter and fierce. (A simmering, low-level dislike of Frost Giants crops up overnight in Asgard, and it’s something Loki must deal with for years to come.)

Loki tries to ignore all the negativity and fear in his heart and enjoy his wedding day. He pretends to be happy at the reception feast, but he struggles to truly smile. Prince Baldur is nice, but he is a far cry from the spouse Loki imagined having one day. Their wedding night is even more disappointing. Baldur is overeager and giggly from too much wine, and he spills himself prematurely, less than a minute after deflowering his virginal bride. He then passes out beside him and starts snoring.

Annoyed (but partly relieved to be spared a long night of awkward first-time sex), Loki wraps himself in a robe, pours himself a drink, and slinks away to take in the moonlight in the east gardens. He walks barefoot in the soft grass between the rose bushes, sipping his wine, sighing at the moon, and trying not to feel sorry for himself.

This is his lot, his destiny. And really, it isn’t so bad. Baldur is a good man. He doesn’t have any disgusting habits, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t swear. He keeps himself clean and measures his words carefully. He doesn’t lose his temper easily. In fact, he seems incapable of being angered. He is polite and educated and diplomatic, a natural king. He’s a little self-absorbed and prideful sometimes, and he has an irritating laugh, but if those are the worst of his vices, then Loki counts himself fortunate.

At least he was not married off to one of Surtur’s vicious sons. Or a haughty Elf. Or a bigoted Vanir who believes the jötnar are descended from ogres. At least he was not given to a lowly drunkard of common birth and poor character. Loki would not be forced to toil for a living, laboring to earn his daily bread, spending the majority of his life pregnant and impoverished. He would not be beaten or berated. He would not starve or suffer. No, he is married to a very nice, handsome, mild-mannered, financially secure Æsir prince, and even though they don’t share a passionate, romantic attraction to one another, it’s not bad for an arranged marriage. Loki will teach Baldur how to love and please a jötunn. He will be a good wife. He will bear Baldur’s children—maybe; hopefully; if that strange organ and thin, meager seed is capable of giving him a baby—and someday he will be a queen. It’s an impressive destiny, especially for a defective runt. A fairy tale ending. Loki is very grateful to his mother for realizing his potential.

As he walks in the gardens, he spots Thor, his new brother-in-law, whom Loki had been introduced to at the wedding and never really got a chance to speak to during the feast. He is sitting under a tree and smoking a pipe, contemplating the moon.

Ugh, Loki thinks disdainfully. A smoker. And he has a beard, too, which means he must stink of pipeweed. His hair is long and unkempt and he’s dressed like a poor farmer, sleeveless tunic showing off his bare arms—great Ymir, just look at those enormous muscles, it’s almost grotesque—and worn leather trousers that look like they haven’t been washed in a year.

So this is the other Odinson. Loki thanks his lucky stars that he got the more civilized brother. He couldn’t imagine being married to this brute. He looks to be mean and simple, one of those rough, rude alpha males who speaks in one-word grunts and chews with his mouth open. No, thank you.

Loki begins to tiptoe back into the shadows, but Thor’s strong, low voice stops him: “Asgard is a poor trade for the majesty of Jötunheim’s mountains. I hope you will not regret your decision.”

Loki is at first surprised to hear such eloquent words from such a coarse-looking man, and he is flattered by the compliment to his homeland. Then he bristles defensively.

It’s true, he hadn’t wanted to leave Jötunheim—with its cool, green valleys and soaring glaciers and crystal-clear lakes—to come to this gold-plated city of few trees and even fewer friendly faces. But there was no life for him in Jötunheim. He had known that since he was a child. He was destined to become a part of his spouse’s realm, and once he left the place of his birth, there would be no returning. Such is the way with his people.

Loki stiffens his lips and answers curtly, “Jötunheim is a crude, underdeveloped region. Nothing but rocks and ice. I am glad to call Asgard my home now.”

Thor chuckles. “You’re a fine liar, Laufeykin. That is good. You’ll need that talent if you hope to survive here.” He stands up and approaches Loki, who takes a fearful step back.

Thor is much taller and broader up-close. Loki realizes how vulnerable and underdressed he is, nude beneath his robe, with his husband’s seed still sticky between his legs. Perhaps brothers shared wives in Asgard, like they did in other kingdoms. Dear gods. Thor could easily take whatever he wanted from Loki, right here in this garden.

But Thor only gazes at him tenderly—such blue eyes he has—and Loki swears he sees pity flash across his rugged features.

“You’re too good for him,” he utters. “Such rarity and beauty…” He raises his hand as if to touch Loki’s cheek, but his fingers curl at the last moment and retreat. “I wish you many years of happiness… if you can find them here.”

Then he turns and disappears into the shadows, leaving Loki standing in the garden with his heart pounding and the sweet perfume of roses all around him.

Two years pass. Loki remains an uncomfortable stranger in Asgard, never really fitting in or feeling accepted by anyone but the immediate royal family—and even then, it is only because they must.

Old age begins to catch up with Odin. He spends more and more time in his regenerative sleep cycles and there is murmuring of his abdicating the throne to Baldur within the next year.

Loki begins to feel the distinct pressure to produce a child. Reigning kings prefer to relinquish their crowns when they have one or two grandchildren already on the ground, for it is the sign of a stable lineage, securing the line of succession. If a future queen cannot provide her husband with children, what good is she to him? This is what Loki has been told his entire life: marry well. Make babies. Achieve power, wealth, and status. Secure them, defend them. Don’t let anyone see your weakness.

But Loki is beginning to wonder if it might be impossible for an Æsir to breed a jötunn, regardless of how potent or fertile either of them may be.

Baldur is flippant toward his spouse’s worries. “Don’t worry, my little dove. It will happen in time.”

But babies aren’t made out of thin air, Loki knows. Baldur is tenacious and extremely dedicated to his duties to the royal court, and he takes on responsibilities one after the other. There is very little time left at the end of the day to devote to his marriage, and even then, he seems more interested in hosting dinner parties and building his wine collection than making love. Loki almost has to beg and plead for it.

In the hopes of getting Baldur interested in the activity, Loki implements all sorts of strategies to spice things up in the bedroom, but his attempts are usually met with laughter, eye-rolls, and patronizing little pats on his head.

“Oh, my dear Loki, we don’t need these tawdry, silly things! Our marriage is exciting enough. Here, put aside those toys and come to arms, darling. Nature has already given us everything we need.”

Loki hides his annoyance but submits to Baldur’s requests.

The man is absolutely clueless when it comes to romance.

It could be worse, Loki reminds himself, lying beneath Baldur and staring blankly up at the ceiling while Baldur makes clean, quiet, polite love to him. I could be married to a Fire Giant. An elf. A Vanir.

Thor.

Loki shivers and closes his eyes, wrapping himself around his husband.

He wonders what it’s like, being at the mercy of those hard hands, pinned under the weight of that heavy body, so musky and hairy and warm. Being taken roughly, having his hair pulled and his haunches spanked, feeling the delicious stretch of a thick cock thrusting into his cunt, hearing all the sloppy wet sounds as he is thoroughly, ruthlessly fucked—

Loki comes with a cry and bites down on Baldur’s shoulder.

“Ouch! Sweetheart, please! There’s no need for that!”

Loki retreats like a scolded child, his orgasm dying almost as soon as it began. He is embarrassed and ashamed. He shouldn’t be fantasizing about his brother-in-law. It is wrong. Terrible, actually.

It could always be worse, says a voice in the back of his mind.

Loki doesn’t know how, but he has no choice but to believe it.

They are preparing to celebrate their fourth wedding anniversary when war suddenly breaks out on Vanaheim. Loki is at the council meeting when Thor—resplendent in full armor, with his hair plaited and beard groomed, cloaked in a blood-red cape, such a powerful and formidable sight—steps forward and announces his intention to lead the armies of Asgard.

But Baldur, who is neither a warrior nor very military-minded, intervenes and says it would be folly to send his little brother into battle while the future king of Asgard sits comfortably in his palace. “Nay, Thor, remain behind and look after my affairs! This is only a skirmish; I shall be home before the end of the season.”

Thus it is decided. Baldur bids farewell to his wife and his brother, kissing them both on their cheeks, and departs for Vanaheim.

The “skirmish” drags on for weeks, becoming months. With Baldur absent, Loki’s link to (and refuge from) the Asgardian people disappears. He grows increasingly melancholic and isolated. He can be heard crying at night, and he wanders through each day looking miserable and depressed, silent and sullen, if he is even seen at all. He spends most of the day locked in his room with only the servants for visitors, avoiding awkward, unnecessary interactions with people.

Thor’s concern finally reaches the point where he can no longer stand aside and watch Loki deteriorate. This lonely, beautiful, neglected creature is suffering. Baldur had instructed Thor to tend to his affairs while he was gone, and Thor is—politically. But he gladly resolves to set aside his work duties and make Loki his top priority.

Thor knocks on Loki’s bedroom door one evening and Loki answers it with flushed cheeks and a stuffy nose, his jewel-red eyes bloodshot. His breath smells of strong wine. They stare at one another awkwardly for a moment, then Thor clears his throat and asks if Loki would join him for a walk in the nearby wood. He offers him his arm.

Loki sniffs. “Oh, I. I couldn’t. I’m in my dressing gown and I haven’t, I was already in bed when you—”

“It wasn’t a suggestion.” Thor thrusts out his elbow. “Come,” he says more gently. “You’ve spent enough time indoors. The fresh air will do you good.”

Loki timidly acquiesces, sliding his hand around the proffered arm, and Thor leads him away. Once outside, Thor wraps his arm around Loki’s waist and uses Mjölnir to fly them to the edge of the wood.

Loki has never flown before. At first he is terrified and clings to Thor tightly, but then he relaxes when he realizes how safe and secure he is in Thor’s arms. He takes a deep breath and smiles, the wind flowing through his hair. He hasn’t felt this good in weeks.

They land at the wood’s edge and walk along its borders, making small talk and listening to the natural world around them, so wholesome and soft compared to the hard, man-made surroundings of the city.

They speak about the war, the future, the weather. Thor asks if Loki has received any letters from Baldur; Loki haltingly confesses he hasn’t. “He is very busy, I imagine,” he says with a brave but sad smile.

Thor scowls at the ground as he walks. He knows his brother. Hardworking but single-minded, focused on politics and very little else. Loki doesn’t deserve to be brushed aside, to be placed so far down on the list of Baldur’s cares. No wife does. But Thor simply says, “Yes, I’m sure that is the case.”

Night falls and Thor returns Loki to the palace.

“Thank you,” says Loki, turning at his bedroom door with a fragile grin. “I really enjoyed tonight.”

Thor smiles, and Loki is struck by the warmth and gentleness of his face. Hardly the barbarian he had mistaken him for in the beginning.

“I am available again tomorrow evening,” says Thor. “I would be happy to spend it with you.”

Loki nods, and Thor politely kisses Loki’s knuckles and bids him goodnight.

Loki shuts his bedroom door and presses back against it, sighing as he gazes up at the ceiling.

Four years he’s spent in Asgard, yet only now does he feel like he’s made a friend.

Soon these nightly strolls become a routine, and a warm camaraderie blossoms between Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeykin. They find they are not so different; they like nature and animals and share an appreciation for the beauty of life’s simple pleasures: the smell of the earth after a spring rain; a hot drink on a cold day; the taste of a sun-warmed apple plucked right off the branch; the rumble of thunder, the song of a bird, the trickle of a clear, quiet brook. Their tongues loosen as they become more familiar with one another, and soon Loki’s shyness fades.

One evening he confides in Thor something he’s been keeping a secret:

“Two weeks after Baldur left, I began to feel ill in the mornings.” His voice is delicate, his face tense as he speaks. “The smell of breakfast would make me vomit, so I stopped coming to the dining hall and took breakfast in my room instead. I wasn’t avoiding everyone, I simply didn’t want to make a disgusting scene at the table.”

Thor stops and stares. So that was why Loki had stopped showing up for breakfast. He isn’t unsociable—he is pregnant. Baldur is going to be a father and Thor an uncle. This is very good news for their family.

Why then does Thor feel so bitter and jealous?

He tries to hide it. He clasps Loki’s hands and forces a smile onto his face. “I’m very happy for you. Have you written to Baldur of your good news?”

Loki looks downward and pinches his lips together. “No. And he will never find out, if I can help it.” He closes his eyes. “Two months later, there was… I, I miscarried. I lost the baby.”

Thor’s heart clenches in his chest. He opens his mouth but no words come.

Loki gulps and continues, “I went to bed that night perfectly fine. Well, I was a little more tired than usual and my back was hurting, but I thought it was normal. Maybe it was; I can’t say. All I know is that I woke up the next morning and there was blood… everywhere. And I hurt”—he places his hand on his flat lower belly—“here. That’s how I knew. I knew I’d lost it.”

Thor stares, too stunned to react.

Loki bows his head. “I was so happy. I thought things were finally changing. I was already picking out names—” He chokes and covers his mouth, unable to finish. He falls apart.

Thor reaches out and pulls him into an embrace. Loki almost disappears in his massive arms.

“These things happen,” says Thor roughly, his eyes filling with tears. “It is not your fault. Take heart, Loki. You and Baldur will make another child.”

“But this one took so long,” Loki sobs, clutching Thor’s cape in his fists. “We’ve been trying for four years! I don’t know if we can make another. I don’t know if I could bear the pain of losing another child. Oh, Thor, it’s just—I fear Baldur is going to die in this war and then I’ll be stranded here in Asgard, cast out from the palace a ruined widow, untouchable, unwanted, forced to—”

“That will not happen to you, Loki, I give you my word,” says Thor firmly. “Baldur is going to come home to you and make you happy again. You will have another child growing in your belly within a fortnight, and you and he will share many happy years together. Believe it, Loki, and it will be so.”

Loki stops moaning but the tears still slide down his cheeks. He buries his face against Thor’s chest.

He should believe it, but he doesn’t.

He’s not sure if he wants to.

A week later, Odin’s ravens deliver to him the terrible news: Baldur is dead.

He did not die gloriously on the battlefield, nor was he murdered by assassins. He was celebrating a recent victory with his men and unwittingly stepped in front of a drunken archer trying to impress a local Vanir woman. The arrow went straight through his neck, severing his nerves, and he fell to the ground dead.

The story will be altered, of course. Baldur will have a warrior’s funeral, go down in history as a hero. It is the least they could do.

When Odin shares the news with his family and close advisors, Loki turns and flees from the throne room, sobbing. Not because his worst fears had come true; not because he is now a lone sheep among a court of hungry wolves; but because his husband is dead. The man with whom he’d shared four years of his life—not the best years, but they had their moments. Smiles. Comfort. Familiarity.

But now Baldur is gone. Loki will never see him again, nor hear his laughter, nor smell his hair, nor feel his warmth beside him as he sleeps. He is completely alone. He has lost his unborn child and now his husband, and all he wants to do is run until he dies.

Thor chases after Loki, finally catching him in the east gardens, where they first spoke to one another on a mild evening four years ago. He takes Loki’s face in his hands and tries to soothe him, but Loki is inconsolable.

“I knew it, I knew it!” he weeps. “I knew he was going to die! Now there will be no children, no throne, no life for me here! No one will want me now! I am widowed and worthless!”

Thor holds Loki’s cheeks so he is forced to look into his eyes. “That will not be your fate, Loki. I gave you my word, and I intend to keep it.”

He sinks down on both his knees, grasping Loki’s hands tightly in his own.

“It is not uncommon in Asgard for an unwed man to take his deceased brother’s wife as his own,” he says. “This way, you shall remain in our family and be looked after. You will not be abandoned or cast out. I will be your friend, your companion, your ally, Loki. I will do my best to nurture your dreams. I will place your happiness over my own, for that is only what you deserve.

“I know that you loved my brother. Maybe you feel that you will never love again. Perhaps you won’t. I cannot say. But I tell you now, Loki, I will not force you to submit to me, nor render unto me anything you do not willingly give. I will not ask that you love me or make love to me, but I hope that someday you might find me worthy of your affections. If so, I will endeavor to remain worthy of them for the rest of my life.”

A squeak escapes Loki’s mouth and his eyes gleam wetly in the light.

Thor looks up at him, his face honest and hopeful. “I am already yours, Loki Laufeykin. Will you also be mine?”

Loki sucks in a breath. “Oh, Thor—” He bends down and folds himself around Thor’s head, hugging him, shedding tears into his blond hair. “I will. I will.”

All around them, the rose bushes bloom full and pink.

And this is only the first half of the novel’s summary. They still have to get married and fall in love and Thor has to defend Loki’s honor and Loki of course gets pregnant again and they name the child in memory of Baldur and Thor must stop the war in Vanaheim and become king of Asgard and

*collapses*

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Fantasy AU

Damian Wayne: Merlin

A/N: I had to cut paragraphs out of this. Paragraphs. I got so carried away oml...

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If you asked about magic in the kingdom of Ravaryn you'd receive contradicting responses, some of fear, others of awe and randomly your name would come up in conversation. The residents reciting legends of 'Merlin' from Camelot - you, which was mildly amusing but they would visit your lost forest home for favour exchanges and for answers about their future. Despite this you took the time to traverse the kingdoms, gathering knowledge and potion components throughout the nations like Ravaryn but your favourite was most definitely Gotham. Firstly it was where you attained the most business and secondly it had an intriguing form of nightlife, The Dark Knight and the '4 Horsemen' as you liked to call them made sure of that - the 4 being his former sidekicks.

Though when you first arrived in the nation as apart of your personal anonymous Quest you didn’t expect the requester to be Grand Duke Bruce Wayne nor did you foresee ending up contracted to Master Damian Wayne (against his wishes of course). No, due to his confident nature and numerous adventurous quests Bruce would prefer he had a companion as a safety net, who better than a famous powerful mage? Who better than you?

Quests were a way of income, people in dire need would declare their problem on a poster and offer payment for those able to help. They’d take travellers to the farthest reaches of the kingdom but the National Hall in the Capital of Ravaryn was where all requests were sent, an average trek from Gotham. Villages would ask to dispose of a plaguing creature, police ask for assistance in hunting down murderers and the rich would request ancient artefacts. Damian, now a young adult, wanted to help people when the nightly escapades were covered by his family, he did it to reconcile for his past associations, a topic buried in secrets.

Despite every single protest, every single insult, you still walked at the side of Damian as he journeyed through the harsh Congelationis Mountains, infamous for the bone chilling winters all year round. You were hunting a devious frost giant, nasty creatures who plagued forgotten villages on their hunt for human flesh and although you would have to kill it, you’d keep their never-melting crystal horns as medicine ingredients. He was still adamant that you didn’t exist, that is until he tired of your absentminded questions that spilled due to your boredom and when playing with your sparkling displays became a chore.

“No answer, how predicable. Then what’s it like living -“

“Why haven’t you teleported to the top already, you’re perfectly capable street magician!” Damian demanded, halting in his tracks causing you to bump into him.

“Because the journey is the best part of the quest, there’s no fun in skipping to the end or else you miss the story. It becomes meaningless and you learn nothing.”

“...”

You raised your brow at his speechless stature, your answer bewildering to him and you received only a nod. Shockingly, you had managed to complete that mission and were not anticipating the next.

You begrudgingly arrived at the Wayne Castle with your bag packed from the Inn, Damian scowling at your presence alone.

“What are you doing here Merlin?”

“Little birdie told me you’re off on a mission, it’s my job to accompany you.”

“I never invited you (l/n).”

“Like I’d chose to go with an arrogant noble like you but unfortunately I’m under contract from your Father so keep up Damian.” You sassily replied, strolling down the stone staircase at the entrance where he followed with displeased arguments.

Slaying dragons? Done it.

Capturing criminals? Easy.

Treasure Hunting for the museums and research centres? Fun.

Your lastest escapade being casting ancient demons back to the pits of Hell after a cult had unwittingly disrespecting their offerings. As you both discussed the quest over a meal in Kent’s Ol’ Tavern, the constant disputes and hateful lack of communication were forgotten as you retold the events to Jon, a friend of Damian’s and son of the Tavern owner. Jon relished in the growing connection and enthusiasm you two shared as you bounced off one another, he’d heard of your adventures before as guests gossiped and apparently you were quite the dynamic team sought after for the most difficult requests. That was something you didn’t foretell either.

So maybe working with a noble brat wasn’t so bad, but to put up with his aggravating personality you might need a pay rise.

As time progressed, and the quests you took became uncountable, you consequently grew closer than you’d ever considered. To the point it had you doubting your ability to look into the future - Damian was never seen in yours and yet here you were, you could see part of his but not all of it. Confusing was an understatement, what made him so special to your path in life? Regardless, you requested that Bruce stopped paying you to be his bodyguard as it was no longer such a relationship - this wasn’t a job to you anymore, it was a pleasure and you considered Damian a friend. Besides, the valuable ingredients from your adventures was payment enough.

It occurred to you that Bruce had informed him of this new development, it was the subtle displays that brought such information to your attention. His attitude toward you subconsciously changed knowing that you now chose to be by side rather than being bound by the laws of a contract. You’d even taken up residence in Gotham, for how long he did not know, but having the freedom to randomly drop by your place was appreciated. Whether it be a knock at your door or window, you’d open it to Damian holding out a request slip he thought you’d like - when you went to the Ravaryn National Hall to view the Quest Board he’d skip past higher paying ones, instead ripping down posters offering the most ingredients for you.

“Damian... why are you paying me? What do you want?” Your tone was suspicious, eyeing the pouch of gold he held out to you.

“I’m not paying you witch, it’s half of the reward money. You need to pay rent don’t you?” He scoffed, his rhetorical question ringing true as he gently grasped your hand, placing the pouch into it with a smirk.

Maybe this partnership had escalated further than you thought considering the popularity and endless supply of personal requests you’d received. Many would pay to be the chosen company of Master Damian Wayne yet he refused all of them stating that you were adequate enough. He’d be offended when others would offer to purchase your services but grew adamantly smug when you’d decline and inform them that you had no intention of leaving the famous tag team you’d created.

You’d met his family who told you differently, Dick greeting you with “You must be the amazing Merlin, Damian says you’re irreplaceable (Y/n) so it’s nice to finally meet the first person he thinks highly of.”

They had all heard of your existence even if they hadn’t formally met you, the powerful illusive sorcerer that accompanied Damian in his life threatening travels and a close friend.

On one particular hunt, you sat warming yourself in front of the flame you’d concocted and delved into each other’s private lives. You’d learned he was the son of Talia Al Ghul and spent half of his life as an assassin for the League, in exchange you explained how you’d ended up with the nickname ‘Merlin’. It was no secret you found contentment in each other’s presence nor was it odd to see you together outside of your journeys - in fact it was stranger to see you alone.

Tonight was no different, Bruce was throwing an extravagant gala in hopes of providing the opportunity for his sons to find partners they deemed eligible. It wasn’t really the type of activity Damian or his brothers relished in but Bruce at least wanted one grandchild and to see them live happily ever after.

Currently you were searching for Damian amidst the flowing gowns and bustling crowds of sweet giggles that painfully rang in your eardrums, it wasn’t until you’d reached the castle gardens that you found him - though you certainly weren’t the first there. A horde of glamorous females shamelessly flirted with him, the sweet, innocent princesses obviously hoping to become his future duchess - the hair twirling, batting of eyelashes and lingering touches sparking a few colourful explosions on your fingertips. However, witnessing the exasperated flash in Damian’s irises stirred amusement despite his contrasting fake smiles and polite(ish) attitude towards them. How much fun you could have~

A low deathly growl sounded from behind Damian and the group of women, the male instinctively alert at the familiar threatening warning from creatures you’d fought before. His brothers may have to assist if he couldn’t dispose of the creature before it reached the castle, carefully constructive tactics raced through his mind as he gazed up at the snarling beast. The flurry of princesses released gut wrenching screams, squirrelling away leaving Damian to fend off a terrifying dangerous Dragon with scales darker than blackest night yet shimmered as brilliantly as diamond under moonlights kiss as it curled it’s tail around his perimeter. The Prince much to your surprise seemed unimpressed once taking in the threat, offering his signature “-TT-“ as he met the Dragons glowing crimson gaze and raised a brow.

“I could handle them.” A simple statement, but it told you everything you needed to know so with a tornado of (f/c) mist surrounding you, your form morphed back to your original form. You took a few steps to meet Damian’s side as the smoke dispersed around your feet and crossed your arms. He flicked to you, looking your figure up down and finding it appealing to the eyes, he was incredibly lucky to call you his companion in all honesty and the beautifully flattering black gown/suit you wore was simply magical, almost comparing to the scales that once decorated you. Almost.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“I’m offended you’d think I wouldn’t after all the time we’ve spent together, I know you’re capable of changing your form. And that is not how the story goes (L/n).”

“I like my version better, the dragon saves the Prince from devious princesses. Captivating if I do say so myself.” A pleased grin remained in your lips as you turned to a genuinely amused Damian.

“Agreed. Now, if you’re my companion on our quests then surely a ball is no different (l/n).” His gaze shifted to you once more, offering his arm as an escort.

“I suppose not Damian, but if by some mysterious miracle a report of a dangerous monster lingering outside of town appears... we should attend to that.” You innocently shrugged, linking your arm with his but Damian detected the underlying mischievousness in your voice and played along accordingly.

“Report of a monster hm? We should inform Father immediately.”

“Hey, give it 5 minutes. I would like to have one dance since I’m all dressed up.”

“I’d be much obliged, then we’ll find a better way to spend our time.” He automatically assigned himself your dance partner, no else would be deemed good enough for you by his standards anyway.

“You mean find the ‘monster’.” Your free hand quoting the last word as you corrected him.

“Exactly.”

So maybe you couldn’t see your future as long as you stayed with Damian, but the unknown certainly seemed appealing as long as it was spent with him. Although there was so much you didn’t know about your intertwining destinies...

#damian wayne #dc #dc imagine #fantasy au #au #alternate universe #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #robin

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intotheshadowblog · 5 years

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Chapter IX “Heimdall”

The first night in Asgard was lovely for Irime. She had gone through the library and some flowery places in the palace gardens next to Loki and after that she had been very grateful for the walk, they had been fired in the Hallways of the palace and she had been led to a room specially set for her .

She had slept soundly looking at the night landscape she could see from her bed behind the huge windows of the room. She was exhausted and had not bothered when when placing her head on her bed a sweet voice had told her in a lovely whisper -Good night milady- Contrary to getting angry with herself for having forgotten to close that way of communication, she sighed in a gesture of amused resignation and had responded with a "Good evening my lord," she had almost seen Loki's mischievous smile and had smiled before falling asleep thinking about him.

In the morning she had decided to take a walk around the city. That world was really beautiful and although she preferred its pearly white beaches and its frothy and perfumed coasts, Asgard had its own beauty.

Its stone constructions were harmonious and the Sun shone on its golden domes. The streets were huge and carved columns rose at each step forming roundabouts crowned with flowers that floods the morning air. The temperature was ideal, an ideal warmth that encouraged to live outdoors. That's why when she feels that cold again, she sees her body shudder.

-They told me that you would be in the city...

When she turned around she saw Loki approaching and then, for the first time something disturbed her.

She had associated that sudden coldness to her thoughts about the Jotnar but she had not thought about them at that moment and yet the cold had come. She realized that Loki was also there every time she felt it, so she felt confused but did not say anything about it.

She bowed in a gentle bow and he smiled at her act.

.-It is not very sure that a lady will walk alone in an unknown place.

Írime looked at him in silence, it amused her a little that he thought that she needed someone to protect her, he was far from understanding her true nature. The Istaris were protective spirits, they protected and were not used to someone protecting them. At the same time she felt a deep sorrow because she remembered that once there had been someone who had wanted to protect her and things had not ended well for him. Axe, the Jotun, had taken her away from him the night she had come to Jotunheim and she had always believed that if she had not left him alone he would still be alive.

That time in the world of the Frost Giants she had lost twice.

Even so she did not show her grief and smiled with a sarcastic smile.

-So you think?

She told him and she continued walking while giving him to understand that she accepted his company with a gentle gesture.

He smiled again and they both started walking through the huge, flowery streets.

For a few minutes neither of them said anything, she hurried to block her thoughts and he just smiled at noticing that. Suddenly he said:

-Oh by the way, I borrowed a book that the king keeps under lock and that tells a story that could be of your liking.

And moving his hands in a delicate gesture he made visible a small golden book

-These are stories that Odin writes about the worlds he has visited, legends and things so he arranges at his convenience and tells the mortals of Midgard ... there is one that talks about the doorman...

Irime raised her eyebrows at his words.

-You told me you wanted to know more about Heimdall, well, he is here and even though it does not bear his name, I know he is him ...

She doubt a few moments

- Is it okay for me to read it? If it is locked, it must be very private.

Loki shrugged.

-Maybe but it will be the closest thing to the truth that you hear about him before Odin decides to modify it, I know he has not done it yet and that's why he remains under key

She nodded. She was not sure if that was correct but her curiosity was bigger than her sense of right so she accepted it. Besides, she found the gesture charming that he remembered her request.

So she took the small golden book that he offered but before opening it she frowned and said:

-Why does Odin change the stories he tells the mortals?

Loki shrugged again.

-Protect his image, I guess...

She looked at him with a gesture of disapproval.

- Lie ...

She replied.

He just smiled again, it was very bold that someone dared to call the king a liar and that far from bothering him, he loved it. She was definitely very brave, he thought.

She sighed and opened the book while her eyes scanned the written words, almost all crossed out and stained with drops of ink.

She stopped suddenly with her frown as she read:

"He arrived at the moment when the Bifrost had been finished, I understood that his arrival was not accidental and I asked him his name and where he came from- Vindhler is my name and I come from a distant place, I am the one that protects against the wind, the son of the nine mothers- His words were confusing but I understood that his presence meant much more than it seemed, so I asked him: - As king of Asgard I demand, Vindhler, that you tell me that he brings you to my kingdom- And He responded with an amazing immutability: -You are the king of Asgard but I respond to my Lord, he is the Creator of all things and he has ordered me to accept you as my king, my mission is linked to your fears, Odin Allfather , and I will be the one to fight on your side when the time comes. Although I wait for the arrival of who can avoid it-

Irime stopped in her reading and tried to mentally review those words, Loki watched her in silence

she went on:

"I could not understand the totality of his words but I knew he was talking about something that nobody else knew but myself, so I accepted his words with reverence and entrusted him with the care of Bifrost, we both knew what we were talking about when he spoke of my fears, I only fear one thing and he knew it, I had to respect that, maybe I had been waiting for it. The story I will tell will be different because the true nature of this being should not be revealed, it will be Heimdall who illuminates the world, the guardian of Bifrost. "

Loki smiled at seeing the young woman so devoted to her reading.

-Has it been useful?

He asked her and she looked at him for a few seconds in silence.

-Odin is afraid ...

Said almost thinking loudly, Loki returned to draw that smile that brushed the malice and said:

-Only one thing ...

Írimë sat on one of the huge steps they had reached, behind them a gigantic construction stood majestically, Loki sat next to her. When she looked at him he quickly said:

-And I do not know what it is ...

She sighed in disbelief.

-I'd tell you ... if I knew it I would tell you ...

He clarified, this time guessing her thoughts without getting into her head.

Írimë smiled

-But I do not understand what it means, Heimdal, the doorman ...

She said remarking the last word and making Loki smile again.

-He seems to be someone very important, first of all, where does he come from? He talks about a Creator and I can only think about ... but that is not possible, he talks about taking Odin's side, as if he were referring to a battle and ... who is he waiting for?

- There are many questions ... we should go in parts, do not you think?

Irime frowned when she heard him say that.

-You mean you would help me find out?

Loki shrugged again.

-Well, I brought you the book, did not I? I also do not want you to get into trouble. ...

She looked at him raising her eyebrows and with an expression that made him understand that she did not believe absolutely in his words.

-Well, Odin would prohibit research on this issue and I hate obeying orders from Odin, besides things are very boring here in these days ...

She smiled nodding, this seemed to convince her more, she was already realizing that Loki liked to cause some problems because he considered it fun.

Then she looked at him silently and said.

-Odin, the king ... you mean him very solemnly to be your father ...

Loki looked at her in silence and with a seriousness that caused her to immediately repent of her words.

-I'm sorry ... I did not want to be indiscreet.

And she gave her eyes to the book, and was about to return to its pages when she heard him say almost sadly

-Maybe because he is not my father ...

He told her and she looked at him again with that perplexed look that seemed to be looking for something that was beyond his gaze.

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