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Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Thirteen
Loki x Reader
Chapter Thirteen: Out the Window
Summary: (Y/N) makes her escape, Loki gets worried, and Valkyrie comes to an (incorrect) conclusion.
(Y/N) opened the blueprint of the building and ran through the multiple levels of living quarters.
“What are you doing?” said Loki, standing in the doorway and watching her.
“Working,” said (Y/N).
“(Y/N), you stormed out of the stadium. Grandmaster noticed. That didn’t keep a low profile,” said Loki.
“Don’t care. I’m over this,” said (Y/N). “I’m find Thor and going with him to Asgard.”
“What?” Loki’s voice sharpened. “Don’t you remember Hela is there?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly why I’m going,” said (Y/N). “I can’t just let her hurt innocents.”
“What about Sakaar? What about the people here?” said Loki. What about me?
“Hela is the bigger issue. She’ll try to conquer everything,” said (Y/N). “And that includes Sakaar. I have to prioritize. I’ll come back to help the people here after the crazy lady trying to rule the Nine Realms is stopped.”
“You can’t fight Hela,” said Loki.
“Like hell I can’t,” scoffed (Y/N).
“(Y/N), you can’t run towards your own death,” said Loki. He was trying anything to get her to stay, to not run into danger.
“Someone has to stop Hela, Loki. And who else but you, me, and Thor?” said (Y/N) furiously. “Just because you are going to hide here and get some power from the Grandmaster and then just wait until Hela comes for you and the rest of the universe doesn’t mean I’m going to wait. I’m going to do something.”
“Please, (Y/N), don’t be a fool,” said Loki. His words came close to pleading. He couldn’t stand the idea of (Y/N) hurt.
“Someone has to be.” (Y/N) smiled. “And I’m very good at it.” She brushed past Loki and walked out of the room.
Loki looked down at his feet. If only he had the bravery to reach out and pull her back.
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“Alright,” said Valkyrie. “Here’s the deal. I’ll listen to you…” she held up a bottle. “Until this is empty.”
“Can I have some?” said (Y/N), clicking a button on the keypad. The field let her in.
Hulk, Thor, and Valkyrie paused and turned to her.
“Hi,” she said, raising a hand.
“How did you…?” Thor stared at her in confusion.
“Hacked the system,” said (Y/N) with a shrug.
“You’re one of Grandmaster’s favorites,” said Valkyrie, tilting her head. “You’re Loki’s girlfriend, right?”
“You two have finally gotten together?!” said Thor excitedly. “Congratulations!”
“We are not dating,” hissed (Y/N). “It was a cover so Grandmaster would stop flirting with us.” Her face was bright red.
Valkyrie shrugged, not buying it. “Just so long as you aren’t one of his lackeys.”
“Ew, no, I don’t bow to men,” said (Y/N).
“She doesn’t. Loki once nearly killed her because of it,” said Thor.
“…And you’re with him now?” said Valkyrie.
“I’m not dating him, damn it,” muttered (Y/N). “This is not why I’m here.” She crossed her arms and turned to Thor. “I’m here to help you. God knows you need it, you and your brother are helpless without me.”
“Great!” said Thor boisterously. “Now we have a team!”
“I’m still not with you. You have to convince me,” said Valkyrie. She held up her bottle again. “So get talking.” She tipped back the bottle.
“Asgard is in danger, and people are dying,” said Thor. “We need to get back. I need your help…” He trailed off. Valkyrie was already done. “Wow.”
That was strangely attractive.
“Finished. Bye.” Valkyrie tossed the bottle to the floor, let it shatter, and turned away.
“Odin is dead,” said Thor. Valkyrie paused at the door. “Hela, the Goddess of Death, has invaded Asgard.”
“If Hela’s back, then Asgard’s already lost,” said Valkyrie.
“I’m going to stop her,” said Thor.
“You and (Y/N)?” said Valkyrie incredulously.
“No, the team is all of us. Me, (Y/N), you, and the big guy,” said Thor.
“No! No team. Only Hulk!” shouted Hulk.
“It’s me, (Y/N), and you,” amended Thor.
“I think it’s just you and (Y/N), who’s insane enough to date Loki and work with you,” said Valkyrie.
(Y/N) groaned. Clearly, no one was listening to her.
“Wait, just listen,” said Thor. “The Valkyrie are legend. Elite warriors of Asgard sworn to defend the throne.”
“I’m not getting dragged into another one of Odin’s family squabbles,” said Valkyrie.
“What’s that supposed to me?” said Thor.
“Your sister. Her power comes from Asgard, same as yours,” said Valkyrie. “When it grew beyond Odin’s control, she massacred everyone in the palace and tried to seize the throne. When she tried to escape her banishment, he sent the Valkyrie in to fight her back. I only survived because…” She shook her head, banishing the memories. “Look, I already faced her once back when I believe in the throne, and it cost me everything. That’s what’s wrong with Asgard. The throne, the secrets, the whole golden sham.”
“And what about the people?” said (Y/N). “I’ve met them. They’re innocent in this. And Hela will destroy them for her own power. How can we leave them?” She wouldn’t.
“(Y/N) ruled. I turned it down. We both care about the people of Asgard, and I know you do, too,” said Thor, stepping closer.
“Just forget it. I have,” said Valkyrie, shoving Thor back. She didn’t like the feelings she had suppressed for so long dragged up.
“Thank you,” said Thor.
“For what?” said Valkyrie.
“For this,” said Thor, holding up a small device. “Didn’t see that, did you?” He flicked a button, and the disk in his neck powered down. “That’s better.” Thor pulled it off his neck. “You know, go ahead. Stay here and enslave people for that lunatic. Keep drinking, keep hiding. But me?” He caught the ball Hulk was throwing around. “I choose to run towards my problems instead of away and not away from them.” He threw the ball at the window. “Because that’s what—” It bounced back and hit him in the face. Thor jumped back up and ignored the unimpressed expression on Valkyrie’s face and the smirk on (Y/N)’s. “Because that’s what heroes do.” He ran and jumped through the window. It shattered, and he went sliding down the side of the building.
(Y/N) leaned out the window and watched him jump leap from building to building and slide to the junkyard below. “Well, now that he’s down there.” She held up a hand and waved it. A portal appeared to Thor below. “Bye!” She saluted and stepped through, letting it close behind her.
“So, what’ve you found?” said (Y/N) to Thor in the junkyard.
“The Quinjet,” said Thor. “It must be how Banner got here.” He huffed. “But none of my names let me into the system.”
“Stark probably gave you a nickname,” said (Y/N).
“Damn him,” said Thor.
“Relax, I’ve got it.” (Y/N) tapped the screen on and worked for a moment as Thor hovered behind her.
“Welcome, ‘Genius, Playboy, Billionaire, Philanthropist.’ ” The AI’s voice spoke out.
“He would call himself that,” said (Y/N). She smiled. “But I’ve got it working!”
Crunch!
“Friend stay!” Hulk pushed into the Quinjet, destroying it as he went.
“No, no, no! Stop!” shouted Thor.
“God damn it!” said (Y/N), throwing up her arms.
“Stop! Stop breaking everything!” said Thor.
“Don’t go!” Hulk had barreled through everything.
Thor pressed random buttons desperately, and a video log appeared. It was Black Widow.
“Nice work, Big Guy,” said the recording. “We don’t know where Ultron’s headed, but you’re going very high, very fast.”
Hulk slowed as he gazed at Black Widow’s face.
“So, I need you to turn this bird around, okay?” continued Black Widow. “We can’t track you in stealth mode, so I need you to help me out. Okay?”
Hulk grunted and winced. He grabbed his head and winced. The recording halted and skipped, but it had already worked its magic. Hulk slammed into the walls and punched his head. As he thrashed, his body shrunk and grew. The Hulk was leaving; Banner was returning.
“No! No, Banner!” cried Hulk. After he threw himself against the wall a few more times, he collapsed to the ground, and his green body faded to leave Banner.
“Banner?” said Thor hesitantly.
“Yikes,” muttered (Y/N).
“Hey, hey, hey.” Thor calmly hushed Banner as the man looked around in confusion. “You alright, Banner?” Banner jerked in fear. “Sh, sh! Sun’s going down, sun’s going down! That’s it, breathe! I won’t hurt you.”
“And for the record, I won’t either,” said (Y/N), waving.
Banner groaned and rubbed his head. “Thor…”
“Yeah,” said Thor.
“What happened to your hair?” said Banner in confusion.
“Some creepy old man cut it off,” said Thor.
“It looks good,” said Banner. He saw (Y/N). “…Is that the hostage Loki took…?”
“It’s a really long story,” said (Y/N). “I’m (Y/N).”
“I’m Bruce,” said Banner. He was too confused about everything else to deal with seeing (Y/N). “Where are we? How’s Nat?”
“Uh, Nat is good, I’m sure,” said Thor.
“Is she okay?” asked Bruce. “And what about Sokovia?”
“Sokovia?” said (Y/N) in confusion.
“The city, Sokovia, did we save it?” said Bruce.
“Banner, listen,” said Thor. “Sokovia, Ultron, that was two years ago.”
“Wow, I really missed a lot with my time on Asgard,” said (Y/N).
“What…?” said Bruce. “I’ve been Hulk for two years?”
“I’m afraid so,” said Thor.
“That sucks,” said (Y/N).
“What the hell happened?” said Bruce. He stood, thankfully holding Hulk’s kilt around himself, and walked to the console.
“Banner, there’s something you should know,” said Thor.
“What do you want?” said (Y/N).
“Ship’s Log,” said Bruce.
(Y/N) typed in and brought up the videos again. The record showed Hulk pulling himself up in the Quinjet as it flew away from Sokovia. It had a fearful Hulk confused about where he was heading.
“Where are we?” said Bruce.
“Well…” Before (Y/N) could say anything, a large hologram of Grandmaster appeared.
“Sakaar, hear ye!” he said dramatically. “Attention, please. I have some bad news. My beloved exhalated champion has turned up missing, as has one of my favorite guests! Take to the streets. Celebrate my champion!”
“Who’s that?” said Bruce.
“Grandmaster. He’s the tyrant who runs this place,” said (Y/N).
“You and (Y/N) lived in his house for a while,” said Thor.
“I did?” said Bruce. Poor guy was confused.
“Yeah. Quite a lot’s happened. You and I had a fight recently,” said Thor.
“Did I win?” asked Bruce.
“No. I won. Easily,” lied Thor.
(Y/N) snorted.
“Doesn’t sound right…” said Bruce.
“Well, it’s true,” said Thor.
(Y/N) mouthed “it’s not” to Bruce.
“It seems that the criminally seductive Lord of Thunder has stolen them away!” continued Grandmaster.
“Seductive God of Thunder,” said Thor, sulking.
“We need to find another ship,” said (Y/N). “We can’t get back into the tower, so I can’t get to Grandmaster’s ships, but it’s worse to just stay here.” She wasn’t about to be caught by Grandmaster.
“This is bad…this is really, really bad,” said Bruce. “I think I’m freaking out…”
“No, no, no,” said Thor hurriedly, pulling out Stark’s spare clothes and pushing them into Bruce’s hands. “Don’t freak out. You’re okay. Put these on.”
“Hurry up,” said (Y/N). “The first place they’ll come is here, and I don’t want to be caught with someone’s pants down.”
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Loki kept his face expressionless as he and Valkyrie approached the Grandmaster in his throne room. He needed to keep calm and remain in the Grandmaster’s good graces so that he could go and find (Y/N). Then he’d have time to create a story that annulled any possible accusations against (Y/N).
“I’m upset!” said Grandmaster. “I’m very upset. You know what I like about being upset? The blame. Right now, that’s the mindset I’m in. And you know who I’m blaming?”
Loki stepped forward. “Grandmaster, I can—”
“Hey!” Grandmaster cut him off. “Don’t interrupt me!”
His right-hand woman, Topaz, held up the melting stick. “Here you go.”
“Why are you handing me the melt stick?” said Grandmaster in confusion. “He was interrupting. That’s not a capital violation. Where was I…?” He cleared his throat. “My precious champion and favorite, most attractive guest—” Loki bit his tongue and fought not to narrow his eyes “—have come up missing, and it’s all because of that Lord of Thunder.”
At least he hasn’t figured out (Y/N) is working with Thor, thought Loki.
“It’s all because of him. Your brother,” said Grandmaster. “Whatever the story is, adopted or complicated. I’m sure there’s a big history.” He pointed at Valkyrie. “And your contender!”
“If you were to give me twelve hours, I’d bring my…uh, (Y/N) and your champion back safely, and Thor will be delivered to you alive,” said Loki.
“I could do it in two,” said Valkyrie.
“I could do it in one,” said Loki.
“Let’s stop there,” said Grandmaster, though he wasn’t not enjoying them vie for his favor. “You know what? I woke up this morning thinking about a public execution. But for now, I’ll settle for this sweet little ‘Who’s gonna get ‘em first?’ So you’re on the clock.”
Loki and Valkyrie didn’t wait around and were walking at full speed out of the room.
“What have you done?” said Loki. The short timespan would drive both of them into danger.
“I don’t answer to you, Lackey. And I thought you’d want to quickly go and find your girlfriend before Grandmaster realizes she’s definitely not been kidnapped,” said Valkyrie.
“It’s Loki,” said the god of lies, grabbing Valkyrie’s wrist. “And (Y/N)’s not my girlfriend, just a fool running into danger that I need to stop.”
Valkyrie pulled away from his grip, and the two parried blows until she hit him in the face and smirked.
“Why would you let her go with that oaf and that creature?” said Loki. He was furious that Valkyrie had let (Y/N), clearly a Midgardian, go off into danger with a green creature and Thor of all people. He was more furious at himself for not stopping (Y/N), but he was good at projecting.
He extended a knife and lunged at Valkyrie. She pulled out a dagger and dodged. They blocked and slashed at each other, spinning around the room. Loki caught her arm and saw her tattoo.
“You’re a Valkyrie,” he realized.
Valkyrie ducked out his hold, and they fought once more until Valkyrie kicked him into the wall.
“I thought that the Valkyrie had all died gruesome deaths,” said Loki, lashing out as his own feelings bubbled over.
Valkyrie pinned him to the wall with her knee in his throat. “Choose your next words wisely.”
“I’m terribly sorry. Must be a painful memory,” said Loki.
He grabbed her forehead, and Valkyrie was thrown into the memory of her and her love’s battle against Hela. Every death and painful injury replayed.
Valkyrie jerked back to reality and fell back. Loki stared at her and realized what he’d done. He could hear (Y/N)’s disapproval, and his heart clenched. Valkyrie turned back to him and slammed him into the ground. With a single angry punch, she knocked him out.
Loki’s last thought was that (Y/N) would have given him the same treatment.
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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....
Hi sorry for the late reply I was dealing with *flashbacks to me screaming and crying over Yuumori on the floor* stuff
Boy this is tough because I love so may characters. So this isn’t in any particular order:
1. Cardan Greenbriar- I love his character development. He’s such a complex character shown to be selfish but also selfless, cruel yet kind, incredibly smart but dumb. And also a real romantic. He’s a genuinely kind person being forced into a heavily toxic and abusive environment and being forced to abide by the rule “survival of the fittest”. Take him out of that environment and you discover that he’s just a playful kind boy who never had anyone to rely to. Just really love him so much
2. Alex Fierro- they’re literally my favorite in the entire pj universe. Amazing, brave, talented, fierce but kind too, stands for their ideals and rights, never takes shit from anyone etc etc. I love them a lot. And I think Uncle Rick wrote Alex’s genderfluidity really well. Alex just wants people to accept their gender and them as a person. They’re not just their gender or their “unusual” appearance. They’re an awesome warrior, smart, creative and just. The turned the powers they got from Loki which he used to manipulate and control them, and made them their own. And they have a great sense of style if I may say.
3. Eruhaben- he’s an old soul. The dad of the group. And he’s a tsundere which is one of my weakness. It’s honestly his kindness that attracted me to him. He’s a dragon so that’s why he should be extremely selfish but he’s so selfless. He wants to protect his kids. He doesn’t think it’s worth living anymore even with everyone telling him otherwise, even if he actually wants to live. I just have a lot of feels about Goldie gramps.
4. Penelope Eckart- queen. She’s fierce, intelligent, calculative but also really emotionally vulnerable and broken. The entire Yvonne arc thing showed us just what a terrible mental state she’s in. She’s really complex and in my opinion an accurate representation of someone suffering from depression. And my favorite thing is that she didn’t stay with the duke family no matter how much they redeemed themselves. She chose the best environment for herself and her mental health.
5. 707 (Saeyoung Choi)- My husband in Mystic Messenger. Before playing the game I didn’t really have a big impression of him, I actually liked Yoosung more. But than I started getting into the game lore and he stole my heart. Reading about his past, his countless sacrifices, his pure love, his selfless, his desire to protect and how he loves you in every route and is self aware that this is a game for us. That just broke me and made me love this man so so much. He deserves everything.
6. Anya Forger- she’s a kid. That’s what I like about her. She was experimented since she was probably a baby, lost her biological parents, due to her powers she definitely knows too much, stuff that no child should hear or know, she definitely has a fear of abandonment and that’s why she tries so hard to keep her parents from finding out their and her real identities, so they don’t leave her. But despite all of this she’s just a little girl. She likes goofy tv shows, she wants to make friends, she doesn’t like doing homework, she over exaggerates a lot of things like any child her age does, she likes to sleep with her stuffed animals, she likes her big doggo. Anya could have been written as one of those kids that have lost hope on everything because of what happened to them before, but she’s not. She’s just a little kid.
7. William James Moriarty- man who saw this coming(said no one). Ok so I may be fairly new to the Yuumori fandom but god damn me of I would not give my life and soul for this man! He’s so complex and terrifying but he’s so kind. He has the right mindset but chose to execute his ideals in the cruelest way possible but only because he deemed that that was the only way. He used and hurt people, despite himself never wanting to, falling deeper and deeper into despair, making himself the greatest evil alone just so the people around him didn’t get punished and chose death as his ending because he wanted to escape and rest. Honestly Sherlock saved him. And their relationship is beautiful and pure. Exactly what Liam needed.
8. Kym Ladell- (please read Purple Hyacinth!!) Kym is the type of friend everyone deserves and doesn’t deserve at the same time. She’s selfless, courageous, the sunshine everyone needs. But she’s also broken. She hides her pain behind her smile. She’s scared for her loved ones, scared that they could get hurt or that she could hurt them. She’s scared of herself. And yet she tries to be ok. To act ok. She’s cheerful and goofy. If she can make her friends laugh that’s all that matters to her
9. Xie Lian- I’m channeling my inner Hua Cheng to explain this. Beloved angel who has never done anything wrong ever in his entire life. He’s gone through so much and has had every right to turn evil and destroy everything. And yet he chose to be good. He chose to forgive. He doesn’t know how to appreciate himself anymore because he finds no good within himself. He’s just surviving. That is until Hua Cheng came. Even after that he still never he still never stopped being selfless. But he has more self worth now. He’s not just surviving anymore, he’s living. And it’s so beautiful when a character does that
10. Princess Yona- It’s the amazing character development! She went from being this naïve princess, to getting betrayed by her loved ones and loosing everything overnight, experiencing the harshness and difficult life of every citizen of her kingdom and beyond outside of the palace walls, experiencing and fighting wars, changing the lives of so many and knowing what being a true ruler is like. She has the dragons, Yoon and Hak who always support her and she does depend on them but she fights her own battles, even if she has to bleed and hurt, she never backs down and fights. She wants the best for her country, her friends, her loved ones and for everyone else
Boy was it hard to choose only 10. I have so many more characters to talk about bit I’m not that great with explaining and writing stuff even those above took a lot of time to formulate and they’re not that good. I want to say so much about all of them but I don’t know how to say it.
Anyway thanks for letting me talk about this I really appreciate it😊
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( medalion rahimi + twenty-seven + she/her ) look who has entered camp halfblood college ! meet ZAHARA FARZAN , the child of ERIS . they have been living in long island for eight years and are currently working as ancient greek instructor. when someone describes them, they are often described as VIVACIOUS and MANIPULATIVE. zeus believes she is responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing?
name: zahara farzan
age: twenty-seven
height: 5'5
hair color: brown
eye color: brown
birthplace: washington d.c
occupation: instructor of ancient greek
gender: cis woman
pronouns: she/her
starsign: sagittarius
sexuality: pansexual
Powers
super human strength, stamina, durability, speed, and agility
emotional manipulation - she can feed off of people's chaotic feelings, pain and other feelings that are negative. and make them feel these things in turn.
chaos, discord and strife manipulation- these are all gifts from her mother, she's well versed in these skills and revels in them.
shadow travel
Family
father: cyrus farzan
mother: eris. goddess of chaos, discord, and strife.
siblings: children of eris
Fun Facts
personality type: entj - the commander
character inspirations: azula (avatar the last airbender), loki (marvel), louise belcher (bob's burgers), karma (assasination classroom), himiko toga (my hero), alex delarge (clockwork orange), klaus hargreeves (umbrella academy) and dazai (bungo stray dogs)
Biography
a politician and the goddess of chaos made an interesting couple, a powerful couple. she helped him get where he wanted to be and he helped her feed of the chaos that has always been in political systems. maybe it wasn't love between the two but it was powerful attraction and a beneficial system. cyrus farzan was not expecting the goddess to show up and leave a baby girl with him.
from a young age zahara has known she was special. her father would tell her this. that her mother was someone powerful, someone important, someone who still helped him from time to time. he would call her a goddess, somehow zahara knew he wasn't just talking about her being wonderful. it was something she felt connected to.
moving to new york from d.c she was at home in the bustling city, the utter chaos it brought was something that hummed under her skin. she always fit in where others suffered. she wasn't sure why but her father would just laugh about it and talk about his goddess.
zahara met another strange girl, one who loved occult, one who also loved the shadows and seemed to be able to do some of the strange things she was. they got along instantly, the other girl quiet and zahara the life and power of every situation. as long as they were together they could take on anything.
it didn't take long for zahara to figure out who her father's goddess was. the intense pleasure she got from suffering and chaos around her left little room for questioning when she started looking into her fathers love of the greek gods.
eris, the goddess who haunted battlefields, who caused wars and chaos around the world had to be her mother. there was no other option, she knew it had to be her. making people feel pain, making people suffer that was her power. she could torment them and it made her happy.
she knew the moment she turned 18 she would find her home and be accepted by her mother. a persian woman walking into a greek camp, how delighted both she and her mother would be. she wondered if any of her ancestors fought againt theirs.
as soon as she crossed the barrier a golden apple appeared over her head and everyone knew. she was the daughter of eris, just as she knew she was. but she wasn't allowed to be with her mother beyond that, everything she wanted was to be with her mother, be seen by her. but zeus wouldn't let that happen.
as much as she wanted to leave and be in the chaos of the world, the university was where she belonged. the chaos around them, around the demigods and world of greek mythology was her calling. she needed to be there, among the monsters and messes around them.
Now
zahara had nothing to do with the lightning bolt disappearing but she's glad it did. all around her is chaos, even in the heavens where the gods live she can feel it. this place is where she is meant to be. and if she sometimes spreads rumors about who has the bolt? then who can blame her.
Wanted Connections
enemies: she literally can make people suffer and cause them pain for fun and loves it, there are 10000% people who don't like her or her powers. probably children of like aphrodite and athena but also others im sure.
friends: she needs some friends, probably from ares, enyo, and other more 'dark' god/goddesses
romances/hook ups/anything?
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King of Mischief (Chapter 2)
Chapter 2 (Trouble is Brewing)
Word count: 3.2k
T/w: This chapter contains several acts of violence and foul language, read at your own discretion.
It had been a few months since Loki’s coronation day. Everything was going fairly well despite some Asgardians' reluctance to accept your husband as their new king. Loki was compassionate, firm, reliable with a smidge of playfulness while he played his role as the kingdom’s ruler.
You? You played your role as the Queen of Asgard with grace, empathy and determination. You weren’t one to sit around and act pretty while your spouse led the nation. You immersed yourself with the people, helped around wherever and whenever you could although the servants and palace workers told you that you shouldn’t be doing such work, you insisted.
During your free time, you’d be connecting with the locals; playing with the children, dining in their restaurants, even participating in the tedious works. When Loki is free, you’d both leisurely spar with daggers and spears, sometimes the activity would be tamer, like reading classic literature or chess.
“Wow, you’re really defending your queen here.” You referred to the chess pieces.
“Of course, the king must always protect the queen. You know why?” He made his move.
“Why?” You asked whilst thinking of the safest move there is on your side.
“Because the queen is the strongest piece in the game.” He answered and you looked at him with a soft smile.
“Checkmate.” You made your move and grinned.
Loki groaned upon his loss, he never liked losing but time and time again, you’d always beat him in chess.
“Come here, you..” He tackled you playfully and you laughed.
It was true that time changes things. Over the past few months, your relationship with the God of Mischief had turned into a beautiful one. Who would’ve thought, two people of extremely different personalities could truly fall in love? Opposites do attract.
“It’s been almost one year since we’ve been together, Loki.” You stated.
“Really? Already?” He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“Yes! And I’ve actually planned something for us, an intimate party with just our family members on our anniversary. Thor would be there too. I’ve sent the invitations.” You brushed his hair behind his ear.
“That’s a nice gesture. But I’d rather spend our anniversary in the confines of our room.” He nudged your cheek with his nose.
You chuckled softly before your sweet moment was interrupted by agitated knocks on the door, Loki groaned and asked. “What is it?”
“My apologies for the intrusion Your Majesty, but I have a letter for you, it seems urgent. It came from the King of Arolf.” The servant explained.
You and Loki shared eye contact before he stood up to retrieve the letter from the servant. You stood up as well, smoothing your dress down as your husband opened the letter.
“I don’t understand this language..” He knitted his eyebrows together in confusion.
You walked to his side and took a look at the letter, recognizing the characters straight away.
“Oh, it’s ancient Oralfian, only the royal family of Oralf could speak and write it.” You took the letter from him and read it silently, shocked by the contents of the paper.
“Loki. We are in grave danger”
‘To Loki Odinson, King of Asgard and Princess Aurelia Lerrosdottir, Queen of Asgard, this is Lerros Velocson, the King of Oralf. Our universe is being compromised, we are amidst a battle with a powerful sorceress, she calls herself the Enchantress.
Her magical abilities are beyond our knowledge. She has taken over and is in pursuit of the Nine Realms as of now. The Sorceress is on her way with a large army of mages and sorcerers, together with Ymir the Frost Giant. May the Norns have mercy on us.
Signed,
Lerros Velocson.’
The contents of the Oralfian letter
“We need to think of a strategy, Your Majesty, the fate of the cosmos is up to us. We have reached out to the Norns but they refuse to interfere, they are letting destiny reveal the future itself.” One of Asgard’s war generals spoke while your husband paced back and forth.
You were sitting down and thinking of another idea, if a random person were to look at you, they would think that you were zoning out.
“How about Thor’s friends?” You blurted out.
“What?” Loki stopped in his footsteps and looked at you.
“His friends. The- the- The Avengers!” Your eyes lit up at your husband and then at the rest of the room.
“Asgard had never asked Midgardians for help. They are just mere humans!” The war general spoke.
“Isn’t it bad enough that my son is down there to chase after one?” Odin questioned your suggestion.
“No no.. You haven’t heard? T-they are the protectors of Midgard, superhumans with numerous skills and talents. They’ve defeated several cosmic entities before.” You were desperately trying to convince the room.
“I apologize in advance, Your Majesty, but a queen does not mingle with war preparations, even Frigga is not in the room.” Another higher ranked Asgardian spoke and it made your blood boil.
You slammed your hands on the table and stood up, similar to what had happened at the Asgardian ball. “Don’t you dare belittle me like that. If it weren't for me, you bollocks wouldn’t understand the contents of the letter.”
“I AM THE QUEEN OF ASGARD. I share the same rank as my husband. And I DO have a say in this war. My land has been compromised because of this witch and you have a knack to tell me what to do?!” Your chest heaved with anger and you see that Loki was impressed.
“Do any of you have other ideas or better suggestions that could help our situation?” You raised your eyebrows and stared at the men in the room.
“We are wasting time here, the Enchantress has taken over Svartalfheim, Vanaheim and Nidavellir while we were rushing for this meeting, who knows which realm is about to be attacked next.
Just as you finished your sentence, an announcer had spoken, “Refugees from Alfheim and Neiflheim had arrived!”
“Quick! We need to tell Heimdall to detach the Bifrost.” Loki ordered but it was too late, the sound of destruction and a parade of armies had breached Asgard. You and Loki peered out of the palace’s windows that overlooked the Bifrost and saw that a war had commenced amongst the enemy and Asgard’s line of defense.
“Aurelia, take cover!” Loki yelled but you held onto his arm.
“NOT WITHOUT YOU!” You shouted back.
“Your Majesty, we have no time!” You looked behind you and saw that Odin was ready to defend Asgard with his scepter and you looked back at Loki before being taken away by the royal guards.
“NO LOKI! LET ME FIGHT!” You screamed as you were taken to safety.
“Go to Thor and inform him of this mess, I shall deal with the Enchantress herself.” Loki told Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.
“But, Your Majesty.” Fandral hesitated.
“No buts, just go! Before it’s too late. Tell him that the Avengers are needed to protect Midgard. I’ll handle Amora, she’s an old friend.” He dismissed them and went straight to Odin’s vault to retrieve weapons and the Tesseract.
While he was gearing up, a familiar person spoke to him from behind.
“Well, well, well, isn’t it the new King of Asgard.” Loki immediately recognized her voice.
Turning on his heels, he gave her a sly smile. “Hello Amora, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”
“It has indeed. Ever since your father banished me.”
“Adopted father.” Loki interrupted her.
“I went away to pursue some knowledge with the Queen of Norns herself. But she had banished me for being unruly, too undisciplined. That is atrocious.” She rolled her eyes.
“Now, are you suiting up to join me in our true mission?” The Enchantress asked him.
“True.. Mission?” Loki played dumb while chuckling.
“Have you forgotten? We made a pact, remember? We were going to dominate the Nine Realms together.. My love.” She walked closer to him with a smirk.
“Oh, about that, I don’t think I’d have to follow up on that since I’m already the King of Asgard. I basically rule the Nine Realms too.” Loki was acting dumb just so Amora could get closer to him and with one swift motion, he stabbed her with a dagger only to realize that it was only a projection of her.
“Tsk tsk tsk.. Loki Laufeyson.. You are not the only one who knows how to create illusions.” The real Amora showed up and began walking towards Loki.
“Don’t you wish you had a queen? I am here now, my love. We can rule together.” She scoffed after reading his mind.
“You already have a queen I see.. That poor princess from Arolf, a tiny planet in this vast cosmic universe. Well, guess what? After defeating her people, I could tell that she would be as frail as them.” The woman claimed with a smirk on her face.
“So, how about we kill her and you and I could rule the universe instead.” She tried to enchant Loki but her powers did not work on him and instead, she was thrown to the side by an unseen force.
“Stop trying to claim my husband!” You appeared with glowing gold orbs in your hand which startled Loki. He never knew that you had magical powers yourself.
The Enchantress coughed out and laughed. “Oh it seems that the little princess possesses powers like her mother. By the way, it was a pleasure to kill her.” She gracefully stood up using her powers.
“And I would have the pleasure to kill you!” You began throwing power orbs towards the woman to which she avoided.
Amidst using your magical powers, you began throwing daggers her way using telekinesis. One of the daggers had succeeded in hitting her on her thigh, though it only sliced her skin.
Amora ran towards you with a sword she had found in the vault but was immediately halted by the force field you had created to protect you and Loki.
“Loki! I can’t hold her very long. If you are thinking of teleporting, now’s the time!” You turned your head to look at your husband and then to the Tesseract that was decorating his scepter.
He placed his hand on your shoulder and hit his scepter on the ground and you two were transported to Midgard in a blink of an eye.
“NO LOKI! LET ME FIGHT!” You screamed as you were taken to safety.
‘Safety’. Just as the guards had begun escorting you to a safe room, you all were hit by a blast from one of the mages in your palace’s compound. The guards were knocked out from the blast but you weren’t, thanks to your magical background.
You began fighting alongside the other warriors of Asgard, you used your magic to overthrow and kill your enemies. Even attacking them with swords and blades you have taken from the bodies of dead Asgardian guards. When it seemed like the coast was clear, you ran back towards the meeting hall to look for Loki but you’ve only found several defeated guards.
“Where did the King go?” You panickedly asked.
“Odin’s vault.” One of them answered and you quickly rushed to where the vault was only to overhear your husband’s conversation with the Enchantress.
“Tsk tsk tsk.. Loki Laufeyson.. You are not the only one who knows how to create illusions.” The real Amora showed up and began walking towards Loki.
“Don’t you wish you had a queen? I am here now, my love. We can rule together.” She scoffed after reading his mind.
“You already have a queen I see.. That poor princess from Arolf, a tiny planet in this vast cosmic universe. Well, guess what? After defeating her people, I could tell that she would be as frail as them.” The woman claimed with a smirk on her face.
“So, how about we kill her and you and I could rule the universe instead.” She tried to enchant Loki but her powers did not work on him and instead, she was thrown to the side by your magic.
You and Loki landed on Midgard, crashing to be exact and you turned to look at him angrily before sitting up.
“Hey are you alright-” You slapped him hard across the face.
“You had a sorceress girlfriend?!” It was clear that you were annoyed.
“Yes, wait, are you jealous?” Loki asked as you both got on your feet.
“Not jealous, I’m mad!” You exclaimed before continuing.
“You didn’t even officially break up with her and now she has the idea of murdering me to take my place.” You grumbled as you walked off.
“Well, it wasn’t my fault! My father banished her without my knowledge. We were in love when we were teenagers, it’s been years.” He explained to you whilst following behind you.
“I don’t care about that, the fact that she already planned ahead on being your queen and ruling the Nine Realms with you was unbelievable.” You turned to look at him.
“You are jealous.” He smirked and stopped in his tracks. You walked towards him, stomping your feet and he thought he was about to get another slap on the face but he was wrong. You punched him in the gut with a tad bit of mystical force and sent him flying a few meters away on the field.
Wait, a field? Where were you? You turned around and there it was, the Avengers logo standing tall and proud on the highest level of the watchtower. You placed your hands on your hips as you were approached by a few security guards, behind them, Tony Stark.
“What the hell just happened? Who are you?” He raised his brows and looked behind you at Loki who was groaning. “Wait, you look familiar, I think I’ve seen you somewhere before. Oh yes! Yes! You’re Thor’s brother. Reindeer Games!” Tony chuckled.
“And you are..?” He turned to you again.
“My wife.” Loki answered stiffly.
“Is he good?” Stark asked you.
“What was it Tony?” Sam Wilson came out to see what caused the loud crash.
“Oh shit, we’ve got some Asgardian folks over here.” He looked at you and Loki’s outfits.
“Language.” A man’s voice came from behind him, it was none other than Steve Rogers, Captain America himself.
You rolled your eyes and straightforwardly asked. “Are you the Avengers?”
“Well, we’re incomplete but yes, we are the Avengers.” Tony answered you nonchalantly.
“Where’s Thor?” You tilted your head.
“New Mexico. With his girlfriend.” Tony answered once more.
“We can’t waste any more time.” You weaved through them and entered the facility leaving all the men confused.
“Thor is on his way now with a couple of his friends.” Natasha stated.
“Wanda and Vision too.” Bruce added.
“Peter and Strange are on their way from New York.” Tony spoke.
“Clint is coming over from shield.” Steve hung up his phone.
“I’ve contacted T’Challa, he just got on a jet from Wakanda.” The man with an iron arm, Bucky, told the room.
You scanned the room to see what everyone was doing. They all seemed busy with their electronic devices and so you were told. Loki on the other hand was putting a cold compression on his stomach, your punch must’ve done a lot to cause him pain. One of the many reasons why you didn’t want to reveal your powers to him. It was easier to keep it a secret than to let him know because you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back anymore in front of him.
You did the best you could to explain the situation to all of them and that is how you are in that position, in a room filled with Midgard’s chosen heroes.
“So, you’ve told us that this witch has magical powers right?” Stark sat down next to you.
“Yes. She has a sister too. I believe she had recruited her to her army too.” You told the man.
“I see.. And what are her powers?” He asked further.
“Her powers are unlimited, she was a student of Karnilla, Queen of the Norns.” Loki answered his inquiry.
“Her sister on the other hand was imprisoned by my father because she seduced and enchanted men with her voice.” Your husband added in.
You looked over at Loki and with knitted eyebrows and a sorry expression before returning to Tony.
“I hope your team has sorcerers or people who practice magic. Her powers are very potent.” You were clearly worried and Tony could see that.
“Don’t worry, Doctor Strange and Wanda are experts. Loki told me that you are somewhat of a magician yourself.” Tony leaned into his chair.
“Sorceress, but yes. And about Ymir..” You straightened your back.
“The ice guy? We have Bruce over there.” He looked at Bruce who was busy tapping away on the computer.
“Him? That man with glasses?” You raised your eyebrows in doubt.
“Oh don’t underestimate him. He’s powerful when he is in Hulk form. Am I right Bruce?” Sam assured you.
“What is.. A Hulk?” You curiously asked and Tony gave you a tablet and showed you footage of Hulk on the field.
“Wow.. That’s impressive.” You nodded in approval.
“Yep, he could turn that ice guy into crushed ice for sure.” Stark confidently said and you smiled at him, starting to have faith in the team.
Loki approached you and Tony, he was worried about you, you were diving head first into danger and as much as he knew that you had the spirit of a warrior, you were still his elegant queen.
“Tony, I think I should bring my queen to rest now. She has had a long day.” He placed his hands on your shoulders.
“Of course, I’ll notify both of you when Thor and the gang get here.” Tony nodded and Loki led you to the quarters.
You avoided eye contact with your husband as he scavenged for clothes for you to change into.
“Ah, here we go.” He pulled out a shirt and sweatpants for you to wear.
“Thank you.” You received the garments from him, he noticed how you’ve been a bit distant and more tense since you’ve got to Midgard. To be honest, you felt alienated since you’ve landed, Midgard wasn’t anywhere near similar to Asgard. The way people presented themselves and how different the technologies were compared to your homeland.
“You feel like an outcast.” Loki read your mind and took a seat next to you on the bed.
“Yes. But I’m sure I’ll get used to it.” You gave him a small smile as you stared at the pile of clothes you were holding.
“Listen, I apologize for not telling you about Amora.” He placed his hand over yours.
“No no.. It’s alright. I apologize for the punch.. And the slap.” You looked at him.
“Yeah, you went quite hard on the punch. But I quite liked the slap.” He made you chuckle.
“There we go.. I’ve missed that captivating smile.” Loki grinned and pinched your pinch.
“Don’t worry Aurelia.. We’ll save Asgard and avenge your parents’ death.” He held tightly onto your hand and kissed it.
“As soon as the Avengers are lined up, we shall defend the universe.” Your husband kissed your forehead.
Chapter 3
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Loki is just trying to vibe with the Tesseract I swear but meanwhile infinity stones and universe elders are swarming him as if the multiverse revolves around him which *checks notes* yeah actually that sounds pretty consistent with what I’ve seen so far
#you think ‘how does Loki know The Collector’ and ‘how’d Loki get the Grandmaster’s favour’ and ‘if TimeKeeps all knowing why Loki a problem’#and the answer is simply that they’re fond of and have adopted him into their circle#honorary make-his-life-terrible listing mention#Loki just wants to sleep eat maybe wash his hair#but can’t do anything without a frickin universe elder deciding he needs to be babysat bc he’s ‘barely a thousand’#infinity stones?????#Loki somehow winded up within 100 meters of 3 infinity stones in Avengers 1????? like the madlad he is???????????#the Aether shows up and OH how conVENient that LOKI is needed for this mission#Thanos shows on the Statesman with Power and that means Soul is the only one Loki hasn’t directly had time to chill with#why is everything powerful in the universe attracted to Loki#and usually for nefarious purposes too!!#just let a guy chill thanks#istg now he’s working for the managers of all time and the multiverse and there are infinity stones lying scattered around as paperweights#marvel PLEASE un-nerf Loki so we have a reason everything big strong and scary has it out for Loki specifically#because right now I’m stuck assuming the infinity stones are fond because he’s cute and the Elders of the Universs find him adorable#which works for me but it’d be better for him to not be hanging around ultra powerful cosmic forces with 2 knives maybe 3#the Loki show#Loki spoilers#Loki show spoilers
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Would it be alright for me to request loki x GN reader headcannons where reader is able to cast basic magic and asks Loki to teach them more?
Notes: This is my first time writing to Loki, and I thought the request was really cute so I hope this is good and you like it! Good reading!
Loki, your magic teacher
Genrer: Soft headcanons.
Warnings: None, is SFW.
Pronouns: None.
Character: Loki Laufeyson, from Marvel Universe.
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To be honest, what started Loki's interest in you was your ability to bewitch people and manipulate them.
He found it so attractive
This is your main magical ability, and the one you control best. But you also have talent for others.
However, you were having some difficulties, so you realized that who better to teach you magic if not your s/o, Loki?
Doctor Strange and Wanda are not available so it will have to be him.
"You want ME to teach you magic? You have books that teach you that, why did you suddenly come to me for that?"- he asked suspiciously.
You explained to him that the problem was in the practice, in the theory, which is what the books taught you, you understood, you just couldn't actually do it.
Loki was torn between liking that you came to him for help and not knowing if he would be a good teacher, because everything was already so natural to him.
"Look, darling, the fun of our relationship is that I'm more powerful than you, so if I teach you everything I know and yo-", "Loki..."-you interrupted him with an impatient expression-"I was only kidding, my love", he laughed.
"Right, right..."- he thought for a moment, he wanted to start with something easy- "you can already manipulate objects, but can you teleport them?"- when you said no a smile formed on his face- "it's very simple, look"
And then he picked up a mug and threw it up, but before it fell, it disappeared and appeared back on the table. Now playfully he threw it, made disappear, and picked up again somewhere else before it fell.
"Are you going to teach me or show off, Loki?"
"You're very impatient today, dear"-he joked. "What I want you to do is mentalize the object and where you want it to appear, okay? Just imagine that it's already there and it will go there, here, try with this apple."
You held it for a while and imagined it on the table, and then you released your magic. The response was a loud noise of something hitting the table behind Loki, which startled him a little.
"Was the table your goal?"- he asked watching the apple roll over it. "Yes...."-"All right, you got it, let's just try it more subtly this time , okay?"
Loki is patient with you. When he was learning he didn't have someone to help him, so he gave you the support he wished he had.
If you were trying too hard but kept failing he would take a deep breath and tell you to take a break.
He doesn't want to lose his temper for considering something easy and say something stupid to you.
Sometimes he leaves you practicing alone but keeps watching from afar.
He praises you by clapping his hands when you can do it correctly.
Because he has a lot of experience he gives you several valuable tips.
"I can't do it, Loki! No matter what I do, it's no use!"-you said in irritation at one particular spell. Seeing you holding back tears of frustration squeezed the man's heart.
He wrapped you in his arms and placed a kiss on your forehead, then looking into your eyes he asked you to explain how you were doing and what the problem was.
After that he would be able to find out what mistake you were making and help you with it.
Is so proud when you can perfect one of these skills and use it in everyday life.
But he still teases you by saying something like, "Wow! Where did you learn that? You must have had a good teacher”.
More complicated spells deserve bigger celebrations when done right, so he usually hugs and kisses you at the moment and then presents you with something. (Even if you say it's not necessary).
Anyway, Loki is really committed to teaching you, because seeing that you have learned something thanks to him massages his ego.
And also he knew that you would be happy if he agreed to help you, so there was no way he could say no to you.
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Gravity Of You, Chapter 3
Loki’s heart was hammering against his chest in fear as he watched Lyra process what she was seeing.
But he was shocked that instead of seeing fear in her eyes, he saw wonder and awe.
‘You… You’re the one… The one that has been watching over me all these years?’ She asked, her voice a little squeaky and shaky.
Loki nodded. ‘I am.’
‘I… I recognise your horns. Your silhouette always had them.’ She motioned to said horns. ‘But uhm… I don’t remember you being so… large.’
Loki looked a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. ‘It’s… a bit of a long story.’
‘What’s your name? Who are you?’ She blurted out.
‘I’m Loki. The God of Mischief, Prince of Asgard.’
‘A… a GOD? PRINCE?’ Lyra gasped and put her hand over her mouth. ‘As in, from Norse mythology?’
‘Indeed. Only real, not a myth.’ He chuckled. ‘I was observing Earth with Heimdall and came across you once. I wanted to let you know that you weren’t alone, that there was someone there for you. Because I know how it feels to be alone. Being able to see you, to have a form of connection, it made me feel less lonely, too. I have certain powers, you would class as magic.’
‘Magic is real?’ Her eyes went so wide Loki thought they were going to pop out of her head.
‘It is.’ He nodded. ‘And so is everything and more you think you know about space. There are entire realms, worlds, out here. The Universe is much vaster than you humans think. And you are on Asgard right now.’
She looked the most shocked in that moment than she had all day.
‘As… As… Asgard?’ She squeaked.
‘Yes.’
She was silent for a moment, then she spun around to take in the surroundings again. Realising she was in the lands of the Gods.
‘How… How did I end up here? I don’t deserve to be here, with Gods!’ She gasped, then faced Loki again.
‘Why don’t we head back to the cabin before it gets dark, I’ll explain once we get back.’ Loki motioned back up the mountain. He wanted her back to safety before telling her that he was the reason she was ripped from her home. Incase she decided then to become scared or angry. At least she would be safe there.
Lyra nodded and started walking next to him. He had to drastically slow his gait down so she didn’t need to jog or run next to him. He kept a bit of distance from her, not wanting to get too close incase he did scare her.
‘I still can’t believe it, that all this time a God has been watching over me.’ She smiled widely. ‘If you don’t mind me asking… Are all Gods blue? Or are some other colours? Is Thor orange? Or red? He is your brother, right? Like in the mythology?’
Loki laughed as they walked back to the cabin. He liked how inquisitive she was with plenty questions, seeming just so in awe of everything instead of being scared. But he also felt rather warmed that she thought this form was what Gods were.
‘Gods are not like… this. I’m not just a God, I’m a monster.’ He said, his face dropping a bit.
Lyra frowned. ‘Sorry, I just thought… I’ve never met a God before, don’t know what they look like. It sounds insane just saying that.’ She laughed nervously. ‘But what do you mean monster? You don’t look like a monster to me.’
Loki turned to face her more in surprise. ‘You do not find me repulsive?’
Lyra genuinely looked confused. ‘Repulsive? No way. You are…’ She cut herself off as she blushed, trying not to focus on all the muscles he had on show.
Loki raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m, what?’
‘You’re… far from repulsive. You’re different to humans, of course. Especially how big you are. Why do you think you’re a monster?’
Loki couldn’t believe she was blushing. Did she find him attractive?
‘You will change your mind when I tell you the truth.’ He said sadly as they arrived back at the cabin.
Lyra was a bit nervous as she fiddled with her hands, wondering what he was going to tell her.
They stood outside while he explained about who he really was, how he was adopted and raised to fear the frost giants before finding out he was one. Then he told her about how he went off the rails and attacked New York after trying to banish his brother. He told her she was never in any danger, but he couldn’t excuse himself for doing what he did.
Then he told her his punishment was what had brought her here. That it was his fault.
Only once he was finished telling his story, did he dare to look at her. She was still standing there on front of him, which was a good sign, she hadn’t run off.
‘It’s not your fault. Odin sounds like an asshole! God or no God.’ She blurted out, making Loki chuckle. ‘I heard about New York, but couldn’t bring myself to watch any footage…’
‘I can’t condone what I did on your realm. I’m still processing it myself, unsure what I really want next. If I ever get free of this curse. I can’t say for sure whether I will go back to that mind set or not. I don’t know who I am anymore, or who I want to be.’ Loki said honestly.
‘But you will never be in any danger, I will make sure of that. I’d never hurt you. I want to get you home safely, as soon as I can. I just don’t know how yet.’
Lyra began chewing her thumb nail, she didn’t entirely know what to make of it all. Then she shook her head. ‘I don’t like what happened in New York, but you have always been there for me and never given a reason towards me as to why I shouldn’t trust you…’
Loki crouched down so he was at her level. ‘You’re truly not scared of me? Even like this?’
She shook her head. ‘I am shocked, at everything. But no, I’m not scared.’
Loki blinked a few times, surprised that even after telling her about everything he did, she still wasn’t scared.
‘You uhm, best get inside the cabin. I’m going to try and find something for us to eat tonight. Stay safe inside, I will be back as soon as I can.’ Loki said as he noted the light was quickly fading.
‘Ok.’ Lyra nodded and reluctantly walked away from him to go inside.
Loki let out a big breath when she disappeared in the cabin. He ran a hand down his face, then began walking to the forest to find something to hunt.
He struggled to focus though, his mind constantly on Lyra. He was so relieved that she wasn’t scared of him, and didn’t seem to hate him initially after hearing what he had to say.
Whilst he was still internally panicking about what to do, his younger self was full of utter glee that he was finally with his Starlight girl. That he could tell her all about space and everything she could have ever wished to know about and more.
After forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, to make sure they wouldn’t starve, he was able to catch some animals. He also found some fruit trees. By the time he made it back to the cabin, it was dark. The moons and stars were out though, giving him more than enough light.
‘Lyra… It’s just me, I’m back. Sorry I took so long.’ He called out when he entered the cabin slowly. He frowned when she didn’t respond and there was no sign of her.
He felt panic start to bubble up within him as he quickly checked the bedroom and bathroom, but she definitely wasn’t here.
She was gone.
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Gravity Of You, Chapter 3
TITLE: Gravity Of You
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3
AUTHOR: fanficshiddles
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s punishment from Odin is that he’s banished to the mountains, in his Jotun form, unable to change back. And the girl he loves is sent there too, as Odin thinks there’s no way she could love a monster.
RATING: M
Loki’s heart was hammering against his chest in fear as he watched Lyra process what she was seeing.
But he was shocked that instead of seeing fear in her eyes, he saw wonder and awe.
‘You… You’re the one… The one that has been watching over me all these years?’ She asked, her voice a little squeaky and shaky.
Loki nodded. ‘I am.’
‘I… I recognise your horns. Your silhouette always had them.’ She motioned to said horns. ‘But uhm… I don’t remember you being so… large.’
Loki looked a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. ‘It’s… a bit of a long story.’
‘What’s your name? Who are you?’ She blurted out.
‘I’m Loki. The God of Mischief, Prince of Asgard.’
‘A… a GOD? PRINCE?’ Lyra gasped and put her hand over her mouth. ‘As in, from Norse mythology?’
‘Indeed. Only real, not a myth.’ He chuckled. ‘I was observing Earth with Heimdall and came across you once. I wanted to let you know that you weren’t alone, that there was someone there for you. Because I know how it feels to be alone. Being able to see you, to have a form of connection, it made me feel less lonely, too. I have certain powers, you would class as magic.’
‘Magic is real?’ Her eyes went so wide Loki thought they were going to pop out of her head.
‘It is.’ He nodded. ‘And so is everything and more you think you know about space. There are entire realms, worlds, out here. The Universe is much vaster than you humans think. And you are on Asgard right now.’
She looked the most shocked in that moment than she had all day.
‘As… As… Asgard?’ She squeaked.
‘Yes.’
She was silent for a moment, then she spun around to take in the surroundings again. Realising she was in the lands of the Gods.
‘How… How did I end up here? I don’t deserve to be here, with Gods!’ She gasped, then faced Loki again.
‘Why don’t we head back to the cabin before it gets dark, I’ll explain once we get back.’ Loki motioned back up the mountain. He wanted her back to safety before telling her that he was the reason she was ripped from her home. Incase she decided then to become scared or angry. At least she would be safe there.
Lyra nodded and started walking next to him. He had to drastically slow his gait down so she didn’t need to jog or run next to him. He kept a bit of distance from her, not wanting to get too close incase he did scare her.
‘I still can’t believe it, that all this time a God has been watching over me.’ She smiled widely. ‘If you don’t mind me asking… Are all Gods blue? Or are some other colours? Is Thor orange? Or red? He is your brother, right? Like in the mythology?’
Loki laughed as they walked back to the cabin. He liked how inquisitive she was with plenty questions, seeming just so in awe of everything instead of being scared. But he also felt rather warmed that she thought this form was what Gods were.
‘Gods are not like… this. I’m not just a God, I’m a monster.’ He said, his face dropping a bit.
Lyra frowned. ‘Sorry, I just thought… I’ve never met a God before, don’t know what they look like. It sounds insane just saying that.’ She laughed nervously. ‘But what do you mean monster? You don’t look like a monster to me.’
Loki turned to face her more in surprise. ‘You do not find me repulsive?’
Lyra genuinely looked confused. ‘Repulsive? No way. You are…’ She cut herself off as she blushed, trying not to focus on all the muscles he had on show.
Loki raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m, what?’
‘You’re… far from repulsive. You’re different to humans, of course. Especially how big you are. Why do you think you’re a monster?’
Loki couldn’t believe she was blushing. Did she find him attractive?
‘You will change your mind when I tell you the truth.’ He said sadly as they arrived back at the cabin.
Lyra was a bit nervous as she fiddled with her hands, wondering what he was going to tell her.
They stood outside while he explained about who he really was, how he was adopted and raised to fear the frost giants before finding out he was one. Then he told her about how he went off the rails and attacked New York after trying to banish his brother. He told her she was never in any danger, but he couldn’t excuse himself for doing what he did.
Then he told her his punishment was what had brought her here. That it was his fault.
Only once he was finished telling his story, did he dare to look at her. She was still standing there on front of him, which was a good sign, she hadn’t run off.
‘It’s not your fault. Odin sounds like an asshole! God or no God.’ She blurted out, making Loki chuckle. ‘I heard about New York, but couldn’t bring myself to watch any footage…’
‘I can’t condone what I did on your realm. I’m still processing it myself, unsure what I really want next. If I ever get free of this curse. I can’t say for sure whether I will go back to that mind set or not. I don’t know who I am anymore, or who I want to be.’ Loki said honestly.
‘But you will never be in any danger, I will make sure of that. I’d never hurt you. I want to get you home safely, as soon as I can. I just don’t know how yet.’
Lyra began chewing her thumb nail, she didn’t entirely know what to make of it all. Then she shook her head. ‘I don’t like what happened in New York, but you have always been there for me and never given a reason towards me as to why I shouldn’t trust you…’
Loki crouched down so he was at her level. ‘You’re truly not scared of me? Even like this?’
She shook her head. ‘I am shocked, at everything. But no, I’m not scared.’
Loki blinked a few times, surprised that even after telling her about everything he did, she still wasn’t scared.
‘You uhm, best get inside the cabin. I’m going to try and find something for us to eat tonight. Stay safe inside, I will be back as soon as I can.’ Loki said as he noted the light was quickly fading.
‘Ok.’ Lyra nodded and reluctantly walked away from him to go inside.
Loki let out a big breath when she disappeared in the cabin. He ran a hand down his face, then began walking to the forest to find something to hunt.
He struggled to focus though, his mind constantly on Lyra. He was so relieved that she wasn’t scared of him, and didn’t seem to hate him initially after hearing what he had to say.
Whilst he was still internally panicking about what to do, his younger self was full of utter glee that he was finally with his Starlight girl. That he could tell her all about space and everything she could have ever wished to know about and more.
After forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, to make sure they wouldn’t starve, he was able to catch some animals. He also found some fruit trees. By the time he made it back to the cabin, it was dark. The moons and stars were out though, giving him more than enough light.
‘Lyra… It’s just me, I’m back. Sorry I took so long.’ He called out when he entered the cabin slowly. He frowned when she didn’t respond and there was no sign of her.
He felt panic start to bubble up within him as he quickly checked the bedroom and bathroom, but she definitely wasn’t here.
She was gone.
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Manipulate Me
Summary: As Peter travels Europe as a normal kid, the world’s peril throws a wrench in his plans. With you by his side chaperoning the trip as an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D agent, the mysterious introduction of Quentin Beck leaves you breathless.
Pairing: Quentin Beck/Mysterio x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: None!
A/N: Thanks so much for requesting this @mrs-blooooom ! I had a great time writing for Quentin Beck again. For context, reader is Peter’s older sister but also happens to be a shield agent (it was the easiest route of explanation as to why she would be meeting with Fury and Maria Hill). Requests are currently OPEN and you can check out who I write for in my request guidelines tagged in my bio. Thanks for reading! :) *gif not mine* I do not own any of the dialogue from the film.
“May-”
“-And don’t forget the passports! Oh! The passports!”
“May!”
May stopped scrambling around the apartment only to find that you had the two passports already in your hand. The tired aunt pushed her disheveled hair out of her face, pushing her glasses back up her nose, and slowly calming down. It was fine... Peter had you, Peter had all his friends, Peter would be fine in Europe.
“Everything is going to go fine. I’ll be with him at all times and if he decides to wander off and do his Spiderman stuff––well then I’ll just have to call in some Avengers to stop him.”
“I trust that you’ll be able to keep him out of trouble if it comes down to it.” May picked up Peter’s suitcase off the floor and listened to his heavy footsteps draw down the hallway and into the living room where you had gathered with her.
“All ready?” He asked with those inquisitively wide eyes that reminded you so much of your mom. May handed him the suitcase but not before capturing the boy in a tight hug. Her “motherly” instincts grew since she returned from the blip. It was strange without the two of them. You, stuck here in New York without a leader in either Fury or Tony and the remaining members of S.H.I.E.L.D, Avengers and then the developed Sword, were left to pick up the pieces and build a life without them. That was the most difficult part.
“Promise me that you won’t get into any trouble?” May asked Peter who in reply rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
“It’s just a school trip. Besides, Y/n is going to be there and I’m sure she’s told you a million times that she can keep me in check.” You smacked the side of his head but he just ignored you and turned to the door, opening it with a rough pull with his spider-y force.
“We’ll see you in a few weeks, May!”
If you were able to take back all the words you said and never go to Europe, you would ask Stephen Strange to reverse time.
Venice was a mess. The water-creature-man-thing...? had erupted the small city into a chaotic terror with locals and terrified students trying to find cover. Peter was somewhere flying with webs while another hero whom you had never seen before was assisting him. After a few minutes of trying to guide a group of students to safety, you secured cover underneath an awning in front of a store.
“Ms. Parker! What do we do!?” Flash was almost in tears from fear which you couldn’t help but judge. It was water? the kid survived Thanos’ snap so he could survive this. Not to mention Fury would have your ass if any of the kids died on your watch.
Out of nowhere the ground started to fill up with water and cracking of concrete or bricks began echoing throughout the small courtyard you trapped them all in. The green man came swooshing in with a cloud of smoke, almost like an illusion, and stopped the water with the sheer force of his magical abilities. The creature reformed into what looked like a water man and the green man dodged the attack with made the sound of bricks tumbling increase in intensity. Suddenly, the tower to your right began crumbling and you pulled as many students as you could closer to the building you sought shelter next to.
“Get back! Get back!”
“Who is that guy!?” Jason, one of the students shouted out but you couldn’t answer the question because you didn’t know.
“I don’t know, but he’s kicking that waters ass.” Brad voiced exactly what you would have said.
The green man continued to fight the water as the tower crumbled beside you all and then, like the blink of an eye, the monster was gone and the water scattered, soaking your shoes with a safety that was much welcomed. The man landed to sounds of cheering from the students and locals that found themselves in the same spot as you. But something was different.
Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t see his face, or maybe the fact that you had never heard of this hero and you literally worked for the agency that worked with them all. Maybe he wasn’t from this world? Space? Another universe? You could have sworn that you heard of the idea of a multiverse.
But maybe it was the fact that beneath all that smoke and mirrors that made up the helmet of the mysterious man, it felt as though when he looked around at his admiring fans, his eyes trained on you, staring through your soul with some feeling that wasn’t welcomed or unwanted either. Intrigue, that’s what it was. And when he flew off, everyone was left with a curiosity that sparked a great debate throughout the entire world. Who was this man?
Well, the T.V. at the hotel identified him as Mysterio. Peter managed to make it back in one piece which you were able to celebrate in a brief moment outside before the voices of interested students and the television interrupted the moment. Betty and Ned were searching every website for some kind of clue but nothing other than what the news reported was to be taken as fact. It wasn’t aliens, it wasn’t witches, it was just another hero.
So that was what you went with. That was until you opened your door to Fury sitting in a chair next to the window.
“Oh my God!” You shrieked and Fury laughed, laughed, at you.
“You scare too easy.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were in spa-”
The slight reveal of a green hand made you shut up. "Fury” tilted his head with a slight “Ah, well.”
“Is this about that Mysterio guy?”
“We’ve got him at a site. Says he’s from another Earth and that these creatures destroyed his own and intend to destroy this one too.”
“Another Earth? So, the multiverse.. it’s real?”
“Fury” didn’t respond to that, but he simply rose and gestured over his shoulder to the window.
“There is a car outside. Go and wait in it while I go get Peter. The big man told me I need to scare the kid.” You smiled at the thought as the man left to go retrieve your brother.
You had been part of the world of superheroes far longer than Peter had. You had been there when Loki first attacked New York way back when and that seemed like so many years ago. With the blip, it seems like an entire eternity. Nick never let you in on his secrets of his relationship with Carol Danvers, but you had met the Skrulls when you went on a mission three months ago to visit Monica Rambeau in space. Unlike her, you weren’t blessed with some badass powers, though she didn’t always have them.
Peter looked terrified walking out to the car and when he saw you inside, he breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t be alone. The site of S.H.I.E.L.D in Italy wasn’t far from where you had all taken up residence for the last day or two, but it was secluded, down in the catacombs of old buildings that no one would suspect. It reminded Peter of a Mission Impossible movie that you had watched with him before the two of you left for Europe, he felt more like a spy than a superhero in that moment.
As you walked behind the two down the long corridors of the abandoned treasure that was used as a make-shift S.H.I.E.L.D, you were surprised to see Maria at a computer, though now knowing about Fury, you were sure it wasn’t even her. The center of the room was filled with scattered agents who you weren’t familiar with and then a projection in the middle of the room, along with the man without the helmet.
You weren’t one for fawning over men. Jesus, you worked with Thor sometimes and while you were aware of his Godly looks, you never gawked. But this man, he wasn’t a God, he was just naturally beautiful. Dark hair, blueish-gray eyes that surely did pierce your soul, and a stature of a man who knew how to carry himself with power in the world. It was like he walked out of your dreams and into reality.
“This is Mr. Beck.” Fury introduced you and Peter to the man. Mr. Beck approached Peter with a small smile and held out his hand. Peter looked nervous but responded with his own shake.
“Mysterio?”
“What?”
“It’s just what my friends were calling you.”
“Well, you can call me Quentin. You handled yourself well out there today. I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world.”
Peter looked puzzled but Quentin looked behind the boy to you. He held out his hand with another smile which you returned. Maybe there was a shock when you touched hands, but you were sure it was just your imagination.
“Y/n Parker, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“It’s good to meet you, Y/n.”
“Likewise.”
Did time rush by faster when you were in the presence of someone you were obviously attracted to? Yes, because before you knew it, the night was over, and Fury was leading you and Peter back out to the car. Peter was absolutely smitten with Quentin and could hardly break conversation. The man gave the attention to Peter like Tony did. It was like life imitating itself in another time. Quentin reminded you so much of Tony. Smooth with words, handsome, gifted in almost an unfair way, and he took an interest in the last piece of close family you had. You wanted nothing more than for Peter to have a figure in his life to give him a positive purpose. With Tony gone, he’s struggled trying to find his niche again.
“See you, kid.” Quentin looked disappointed but hopefully that his and Peter’s paths would cross again one day, even with Peter trying to avoid being identified by his class or the world. At some point, someone would figure it out if they hadn’t already.
“Yeah, see you.” Peter said as he walked out, following Dimitri, who Fury ordered to keep Peter in check with you. You were more than capable of doing it yourself but for some reason, Fury felt the need to send another agent.
“Good luck, Quentin.” You told him and he nodded his head, glancing at the holographic map of Venice next to him.
“I fear I’ll need it. But I’m hopeful that the good luck will be for more than just winning this fight.”
Swoon. That’s what you did for the remainder of the night and into the early morning. You couldn’t sleep a wink after the revelations that Quentin relayed to you and Peter about the elementals. That worried you too. How in the world was Peter supposed to sit by while other heroes with indisposed and couldn’t help? Sam and Bucky were on their own missions, Carole and Monica were off, Stephen and Wanda were no use and Thor was off on his own adventures with that team of riff-raffs from space–you know, the one with the talking tree.
But somewhere in all the jumble of thoughts, the scenery of the canal that had been a scene of something far different, calmed the noise. Enjoy the trip. This was the first time in years that you had traveled for something other than work and yet it was still filling every thought and moment. The thoughts were so loud and invasive that you didn’t register the person coming up to your right, ready to take the bag off your shoulders. You felt the tug and turned around, ready to punch the person but they dogged it, pulling it off your shoulder. It was a game of tug of war for the bag, but the person was strong.
“Let go! I said let go!” You pulled as hard as you could, therefore the bag came flying back to you and its contents spread across the sidewalk. The person glanced at the wallet on the ground and then back at you before you both dove to the ground. They grabbed it first and you tackled them to the ground. Wrestling with grunts and yells, you hadn’t noticed the audience of one that rushed to help. A blast of green light shot the person off of you and you clutched the wallet to your chest tightly, trying to reel in your ragged breath.
“I heard yelling from my hotel...” The hero started only to realize that it was you and with a turn of your head, you had realized it was him, Quentin.
“Oh! Are you alright?” He extended a hand, which you readily took to stand. He then helped collect the scattered items and put them back in the now ripped bag before handing it back to you.
“I’m fine. Thank you.”
“It’s no problem.” There was a brief, awkward lull but you weren’t sure what else to say.
“So, do you always wander around at night in a city you don’t know?” It was an icebreaker, a line that he knew would make you at least chuckle.
“No... I just had a lot on my mind. What you told us in there–it’s a lot of information to retain.”
“I’m sure an agent like you could handle it though.” You smiled bashfully at the compliment. Quentin gestured over his shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets. You realized he wasn’t wearing his uniform anymore but just a pullover sweater and some dark jeans. How he shot the green light in the first place you didn’t know, but all heroes worked a little differently you suppose.
“Would you like to take a walk? I promise I won’t try to steal your wallet.”
“How do I know I can trust you?” The conversation was so light, and carefree that for the first time in a long time, you felt like a normal person. Quentin returned your cheeky smile and began walking.
“I’m pretty sure a woman like you could figure out who trust and who not avoid. Isn’t that what they train you for? Agents?”
“I suppose so, yes.”
“Can I ask you something?” You asked Quentin and he looked at you with a nod of his head.
“How did you know the elementals would turn up in our Earth?”
“Intelligence. My wife, she had worked for our version of your agency. Before they came to destroy our city, one had already manifested itself in Mexico. It was as if there would be a pattern to follow. So when she passed, I used her intelligence to figure out where they might be, which led me here.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you, it’s been some time now. She would be glad to see Peter helping me, and you helping out with the cause.”
“Peter really took a liking to you. I could see it in the way he could barely contain himself.” You laughed, changing the heavy subject to one more light.
“He’s a good kid. You’re related I assume?”
“My little brother.”
“You should be proud of him. He is doing a lot of good for the world. I just wish he was more confident in his abilities to realize identity protect isn’t everything.”
Quentin was right, it wasn’t everything. But it was more than identity for Peter. It was also no Tony to lead the way, his want to be a normal kid, his need to have friends and well, MJ to like him. But neither of you would know what it was like to be a teen hero, that was a lot of unneeded pressure.
“It seems that I brought you around full circle.” The sound of Quentin’s voice broke the silence and the realization that you were outside the barely standing hotel. You sighed and tugged the bag on your shoulder.
“Thanks for saving the day, Mysterio.”
“Anything to help protect Agent Parker.”
If you hadn’t just met him a few hours ago, you would have asked him to come upstairs but that was far too forward for the world you created for yourself, so you extended your hand as he had earlier.
“May our paths cross again.”
He grasped your hand tightly and agreed.
“Hopefully under better circumstances.”
You watched then as he walked away, unaware of the man underneath the facade of Mysterio. How he already knew who you were, knew all your secrets, and was ready to manipulate you to take down the institution that denied him success so many years ago.
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TRAGEDY, loki.
(a/n: i wrote this bc it’s comforting to think about loki when i get anxious :( he’s my comfort character, not to mention the loki trailer just dropped <3 if u want to talk i’m always here! ur beautiful <3)
– summary : you are his universe
– warnings : y/n feels insecure... curse words, death, self-doubt, mentions of stabbing and dying
they knew you were struggling. ever since you got back to the quinjet, you were quiet. no sarcastic remarks, no checking up on anyone – you were too busy with your own thoughts. no matter how hard you tried to get those evil words out of you head, you couldn't.
the mission was successful, to say at least. it was a typical rescue mission. once again, HYDRA had a secret base in munich, they were trying to replicate their old formulas, but to their luck – the avengers were there to save the day. you, being the first mutant in the group, just happened to encounter the strongest guy.
after your encounter, no one knew exactly what happened. "good work, y/n." tony was the first one to speak to you. you only nodded in response, not throwing any shades at him. for a second, the iron man furrowed his eyebrows, but brushed it off. "are you okay?" natasha sat next to you. once again, you only nodded.
the team arrived at the headquarters, you immediately went to your room – not wanting to be bothered by anyone. "unlike your super friends, you are different. you were born like this, a mutant, do you think they're not afraid of you?" his voice was still haunting you. “look around, you’re the monster here. not me. you'll never be a hero.” that was his last words before you took his senses.
you were powerful. powerful enough to be recruited by the avengers, and powerful enough to attract the god of mischief himself, loki. his older brother thought it would be a good idea to make his brother an avenger – in training of course. and lucky for you, you were the one helping him.
little did you know, you grew closer to him. not as his trainer, as his lover. it didn’t surprise everyone that there was something between you two. he was cunning, and so were you. there was a knock on the door, and you expected to see him, but it was bruce instead. “y/n, uh, sorry to bother you. but we’re thinking about getting dinner, do you want to come?” you shook your head.
“thanks bruce, but i think i’ll just stay here, incase loki comes back earlier from training.” he smiled apologetically. “we’ll get you takeouts, okay? no objection. i hope you feel better soon.” he closed the door. you heard footsteps outside your room as you closed your eyes.
maybe they were actually scared of you. maybe you don't deserve any of this. once you heard them leaving the floor, you silently walked outside and went to your secret place. an emergency staircase that led to the rooftop. no one uses it, so you figured that it would be a great place for you to just think.
thoughts like this rarely affect you, but when they do – it would take some time for you to get back into your usual self. you sighed in frustration, his words still repeating in your mind. "maybe i don't deserve any of this." you muttered to yourself, looking at the sky as if it was you friend.
"don't deserve what, darling?" his voice came from behind you. "loki." you avoided eye contact with him. and at that exact moment, he knew something was wrong. "darling?" the black haired god was walking to you, but you held your hand up, stopping him for a moment. "don't come near me."
loki's expression softened, which was a rare sight. you held a special place in his heart, like none other. "loki, stop." you lifted your arms, trying to cast a spell on him. "darling, you know it won't work for me." finally, you gave up on pushing him away.
you were sitting down on the concrete floor – trying your best not to cry. loki leaned on the wall opposite of you, silence filling the air. "do you want to talk about it darling?" you shook your head, still not making eye contact. "n- no." you stuttered. then again, only silence filled the air. "who do i have to stab?" he managed to let a chuckle out from you.
"you know i'm always here for you right, darling?" you nodded, slowly feeling his warm embrace around you. maybe talking to someone was the right thing to do. keeping it to yourself won't do you any good. "i know love, it's just..." you paused for a second. your sobs became louder and his embrace became tighter. "it's okay, love." loki brushed your hair with his fingers. "it's okay." he repeated.
"i'm a fucking tragedy." you sighed in frustration, eyes still not meeting his. "i didn't ask to be born like this, yet people still think i want this. my entire life is a tragedy, and i'm a monster in my own story. i don't want this loki, i don't even know if i want to be alive or not." he would always listen to you, no matter what it is or was – he was always there for you.
you let out your sobs, pouring everything out in front of him. "i- i'm sorry. i don't know, i- i don't deserve any of this. i'll never be a hero. people are afraid of me. i wish i was normal. i wish i wasn't like this." it was true that you sometimes wished you were like the normal civilians, but it was only a dream.
loki lifted your chin, his eyes were soft and caring. he was the god of mischief, but his eyes would never lie to you. "i've seen millions of stars before, aligning with the planets, meteor showers, full moons, all the beautiful cosmic ballads, i am as old as some of the stars – but nothing could compare to your beauty. darling, you are not a tragedy."
"you have your flaws, you have your insecurities, that's what makes you... well, you." he continued. "a thousand years i've been walking in these silly shoes and not even once i encountered someone as enchanting as you, it makes me sad that you think so low of yourself. every atom inside you came from above, that's why i love looking at the stars. they remind me of you."
with his words, you were left speechless. words couldn't describe how much you loved him. "loki..." you whispered. "i love you, darling. please don't ever say those things about yourself ever again. i would trade the universe for you." the black haired man smiled, giving you comfort. "i love you too." you hugged him, finally feeling better.
"now how about we go sightseeing tonight? i'll take you wherever you want to go, darling." you returned his smile and kissed him. "i'd be lost without you, loki."
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and here I am squeaking in juuuuust under the wire with a ficlet for @lokibingo, written for the square “Very bold of you to assume that you know anything about me.”
this is a promise with a catch (Loki & Sylvie, 952 words, start of episode 6)
Rating: general
Warnings: minor references to Bad Stuff With Thanos, references to canonical character deaths
Summary: In the Citadel at the End of Time, Loki considers the offer from Miss Minutes and He Who Remains. He can't not. The words thrum over and over again in his mind: You can kill Thanos, so simply and easily, as if the suggestion alone doesn’t feel like a punch to the gut.
“It’s crazy,” Miss Minutes says, which is quite possibly the most honest thing Loki’s ever heard her say, “but he could make it work. All of it. Everything. Exactly the way you’ve always wanted. And you can have it all, together.”
You have no idea what we want, Loki almost says—a reflex, and not an entirely accurate one. Of course she knows enough to get close, because the TVA does too, even if they don’t fully understand.
“It’s fiction,” Sylvie says firmly. She doesn’t seem very tempted, and Loki can’t blame her. Miss Minutes has no truly attractive offer for her, after all—she would have to make the conscious choice to overwrite all her memories with false ones, even assuming they could do it well enough and seamlessly enough that she wouldn’t doubt her new memories later. She would still know, in the moment she agreed, that she was choosing a pretty lie.
The offer to Loki, on the other hand…
He thinks about it. He can’t not. His mind has always been like this, flicking through possibilities, playing out scenarios, weighing his options even when he knows some of them are unacceptable (although his definition of “unacceptable” has gone back and forth quite a bit, lately). And in this case of course he is tempted, because—
The words thrum over and over again in his mind: You can kill Thanos, so simply and easily, as if the suggestion alone doesn’t feel like a punch to the gut. Forget the Avengers; self-righteous as they are, they were never his true enemies, which Miss Minutes would recognize if she took two seconds to look past some of the assumptions in his TVA files. If he could actually end Thanos, somehow, with or without the Infinity Gauntlet—take a little bit of revenge, yes, but more importantly stop the Titan from hurting or killing anyone ever again—
He could save everyone. He could return to Asgard a hero—even Midgard might forgive him, if he could prove Thanos had sent him. With the Gauntlet he could fix most of the problems ravaging their planet, and then they might well call him a hero too. He could protect Asgard from the Dark Elves—from everything, probably. Save his mother. Save his father, maybe, if that part isn’t an inevitable consequence of Odin’s age, and even then Loki would have those years, to do what he could to…have a family again. He could prevent Ragnarok, even, if the TVA allowed it—and why wouldn’t they, if they were really willing to change the Sacred Timeline for him in the first place? He couldn’t prove what Thanos meant to do with the Infinity Stones, maybe, so the universe’s inhabitants might not know that he’d saved fully half their number—but he would know, he would be responsible for preventing death on a truly cosmic scale, and that would matter.
And Sylvie, even if she couldn’t bring herself to accept a lifetime of happy memories while knowing they were fake—she could live, if he convinced her to agree to the rest of it. Stop running, stop hiding, go back to Asgard, have the next best thing to her own family back again.
He could save everyone.
…except, of course, that isn’t the bargain, not really. The reward is an illusion, even if the TVA’s ruler somehow keeps every single promise, even if that promise involves allowing them to forget the TVA’s existence. Loki would have to make his decision, fully knowing in that moment that he was making himself complicit in the continued existence of the organization that strips free will from everyone in the universe and regularly destroys numberless lives to do it. He could tell himself it was better than the alternative and he might even be right, if their claims about devastating multiversal war are true. He is a prince, after all (and, very briefly, a king), one who grew up understanding the value of pragmatism. He is still practical enough, he thinks, to choose the lesser evil, if better options really do not exist.
But he doesn’t know. He has nothing except propaganda and a temptation from the same (deeply unsettling) source—and giving in to the temptation would make him little better than Thanos, with all his lies to himself that the destruction of half the universe was necessary to save the half left behind.
Well. Maybe more than a little. Even in his relatively short time on Sanctuary, Loki came to know Thanos well enough to be confident that the Titan’s motivations were no more than self-serving lies to hide even from himself the truth that he wanted the universe to suffer, that it made him feel powerful to cause pain.
(For just a second he imagines Mobius interrogating Thanos and wants to laugh, even though it isn’t really funny. It’s been that kind of day. Or week, or year, or…whatever.)
If the threat of multiversal war is real, if the constant sacrifice of variants and everyone unlucky enough to be in their vicinity truly prevents more suffering than it causes—even then, it is still an evil thing to choose. And if he chooses it now without that certain knowledge, knowing that he is sacrificing countless variants of, quite possibly, everyone who has ever existed and choosing to do so purely for the sake of his own happiness and that of the people he loves—
Better than Thanos, yes. But not by much. Not by enough to live with it.
He exhales. “We write our own destiny now.”
“Oh, sure you do,” Miss Minutes says. “Good luck with that.”
Norns, he hopes he’s right this time.
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Introducing Loki to earth.... (headcanon)
So Loki tried to take over the world (not really)
And when everyone finally realized he didn’t actually
They let him join the Avengers
Thor is too busy to fully show him around
And no one else wants to
So that leaves you
You start off the day showing him some of the food mortals eat
“For goodness sake y/n, I assure you I know what coffee is.”
He scarfs down a whole lot of pancakes
You laugh a lot when he talks about how good it is
“We definitely do not have these on Asgard.”
Next you take him into the streets
A lot of people stare
Like, A LOT
They’re kind of scared, remembering the last time he was around
Plus his Asgardian outfit doesn’t help much (you knew he should’ve worn normal clothes)
Loki isn’t exactly good at easing their emotions
“Loki, for the last time, you cannot go around calling people your subjects.”
You take him to a library, knowing he loves to read
He complains and whines about the books available
“Y/n, what is this garbage? Who would read this disgrace?”
“Uh, I would?”
You have to explain to him repeatedly that he can’t just take them with him
He doesn’t fully grasp the concept of having to check them out, having had a library of his own all time himself before earth
You have to pull books away from him and practically drag him out by his arm
Though he does let you take a few for him and check them out
You leave with a stern warning from the librarian
And he threatens to curse her
To which she threatens a life long ban
And you push Loki out the door, not wanting that to happen
“Loki, you can’t just go using your powers all willynilly.”
You take him to a ton of tourist attractions
It’s funny watching his reactions to the way the tourists act
“God y/n, they dress so repulsively.”
He’s especially confused at the attraction of the Empire State Building
“Y/n, why are Midgardians so interested in a building of all things?!”
You walk around the city for a while just to see everything with him
You find a store that sells electronics and insist on buying him a phone
He protests nonstop, mostly because he has no idea how it could possibly work and doesn’t like not understanding something a mortal can
“Y/n, this contraption is completely useless.”
Though he seems completely interested in the games
You manage to get him hooked on Candy Crush Saga in less than five minutes
You end the day at a hotdog cart for supper
And again
You have to continually explain how paying for things works
You laugh when he tries to order someone to go and get the food for him
He doesn’t understand how you live without servants
Though he’s too stubborn to admit he’s too shy to do it himself
When you finally cave and go to get his for him
You bring it back to him and he looks completely disgusted
“I will not eat that y/n, it looks completely disgusting.”
You roll your eyes at his reaction
You take a bite of yours to prove it isn’t bad
“Loki, don’t be such a wuss.”
He finally tries it
And he spits it out immediately
He acts completely over dramatically
You walk back to the tower, talking to him about movies and books you like
And to your surprise he asks to do a movie night later on
Of course you say yes
You make up a list of all your all time favourite movies
And he agrees to give them a try
The reactions he has are even more priceless than his reactions to the things you’d shown him during the day
“In what universe would that possibly happen?!”
Eventually the other avengers join
And Loki doesn’t say so until everyone else is gone
But he feels more than grateful to you for bringing him somewhat closer to the team
All in all, it’s a great and productive day of teaching Loki the ways of mortals (and maybe realizing you might possibly have feelings for him)
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Soulmate AU where Peter's soul words are like, "How you doin'" and Tony's words are "Not interested". Peter's in a bar and Tony walks up to him and says "How you doin'" and Peter throws back his shot of whiskey and just says, "Not interested," and then it just clicks at the same time for both of them. Peter looks at Tony and Tony looks at him and Peter says, "Well, maybe I am interested."
I received a second ask which is I think the beginning of this one, so I’m going to answer the two as this post and pray I’m not shorting someone!
Set around the A1 era but Peter is a spritely young lad seasoned with his powers and sick of soulmates and Tony is a thirty-something superhero equally unimpressed by the whole shtick. I hope I did this justice!
TW: Daddy kink | Grinding | Dynamic imbalance | Undernegotiated but consensual kink
Tony Stark was a man who had everything. Who had always had everything. A luxurious home, more money than he knew what to do with, expensive cars, expensive girls. A family name worth the Earth. All he had to do was speak his name or snap his fingers and people would bend over backwards to please him.
Which made his soul-mark all the more utterly infuriating
Not interested.
It was written in an inelegant scrawl, the r lopsided and the N curled on the tips. It lay like a brand on the inside of his bicep, taunting him every time he looked at it. And he looked at it often, especially as he grew up and got better looking; especially when people begun to play at being his soulmate in the desperate hope he would fall for them.
He had all that, and presumably, his soulmate had not even a spark of interest in him. It had gnawed at him like a starving wolf throughout his teens, wary of anyone who opened their mouth in his direction. And when he became an attractive, wealthy older man, and when he became an attractive superhero to boot. Iron Man. Someone wasn’t even remotely interested in Iron Man.
Steve had given him an amused and sort of smug look when Tony had revealed the white mark on a drunken team bonding night. No doubt the man knew how such a line would mess with Tony. Tony only wished he could give the man the same shit, but Steve’s soul-mark was a dark black, the colour it turned to when you met your soulmate. One James “Bucky” Barnes, who was so sickeningly in love with Steve that it often warranted fake gagging until they toned down the puppy eyes and kissing.
Being Iron Man didn’t exactly help the whole soulmate thing, either. Not that the soulmate issue wasn’t a smooth sea to begin with. They were a bit of a shit-luck-dip, really. You could be born in the entire wrong lifetime. You could be ninety by the time your soulmate is born. You could meet your soulmate in just enough time to watch them wither away.
Soul-marks were a pale, lifted white until you met your soulmate and spoke their words. Then, it would burn and slowly darken to black to signify you’d met The One.
At cresting thirty-two, Tony knew his soulmate was alive. Somewhere. The other delightful thing about soulmates is the Universe didn’t exactly plop you down in the same house. The majority of people died having never met their soulmate. Tony knew his soulmate was alive because he had a mark. Those too late got the job of watching their soul-mark fade from their skin.
And there Tony’s sat, pink-white and mocking him with every passing day.
Not interested.
It’s what he wished he could say, when his phone rang with Director Fury’s number and the sky begun to rain aliens. Looking up at the giant alien-crocodile-snake thing, all he wanted to do was throw in the armour and become a sheep herder or something.
Half of New York has been unceremoniously remodelled by the time Loki is a wheezing half-corpse two foot down in his kitchenette floor, and Schwarma turns out to be vaguely disappointing.
All in all, he needs a whiskey. And a strong one. In an unfortunate trend that seems to be set on denying him all his wants - The Tower is officially on lockdown while SHIELD begins the frantic clean-up attempt. This apparently extends to even him, the man who’s name is literally emblazoned across the building.
Or, was.
Looking up at it now, all that remains is a slightly jagged A.
Huh. He has to remodel now anyway; maybe a logo change might not be so bad. But that can wait, because between the aliens and Steve fucking Rogers and the aliens, a strong whiskey was the only solution. So Tony tucked his hands into the pockets of his slacks and turned on his heel, picking way along the rubble-littered streets. Still deserted, now that SHIELD had taken over.
Some four blocks down, a SHIELD agent comes striding past, clutching a tiny Yorkie to his chest. The Agent side-eyed him as they passed each other, as though unsure if he should be letting an Avenger just stroll away, but Tony waved a hand at him. “Double the animal rescue efforts and put my name on the bill. If you happen to find a particularly vicious dog - Or even a cat, really, do be sure to stuff it in Captain America’s mailbox” he hummed, whistling cheerfully as he continued on.
The first bar he came across was a total dud, half-caved in and void of any signs of life. Unperturbed, Tony continued onwards and soon found a second, only slightly scathed. Entering the building it became clear he was not the only one who had settled on the notion of a stiff drink.
Sat at the bar, was a smaller male, with a mess of dark curls and a flannel overshirt that had been torn open, bloodied at one side. Skinny jeans once black were now a brown-grey with dust. The guy didn’t turn around the check him out, just knocked back a shot and poured another from the bottle at his side. Next to that was an empty tumbler, with what looked to be a $20 inside.
Tony gave a soft huff, but he supposed that for once, he didn’t exactly have a choice in going somewhere else. So he smoothed down his hair and sauntered up to the bar, leaning one elbow against the murky wood. A glimpse of the guys face nearly had him sliding straight off it in surprise.
A little battered or not, Bar Guy was attractive. He had a little button nose and a sharp jaw contradicted by slightly round cheeks. From the side his lashes seemed endless. A little disarmed but not deterred, Tony flashed a wry grin and in best Joey Tribbiani accent, greeted him with “Hey. How you doin’?”
And he honestly wasn’t flirting. At least, not with any real intent. Pepper often said that Tony would flirt with a potted plant if he thought it would gain him anything; and he supposed she wasn’t wrong. Bar Guy stiffened a little, shoulders hunching, and he poured a generous slug of whiskey into his glass before he knocked it back with a grimace, not even looking at Tony.
“Not interested” the boy replied blandly, though not cruelly, turning away from Tony to slide off his stool. Tony opened his mouth to crack a joke, or make a witty remark, but he never got that far. His arm begun to tingle, and then it burned slightly, and his gasp was mirrored by the guy opposite, who staggered and clutched at his thigh.
The burn abated back to a tingle, and then to nothing, as though it had never happened. Tony didn’t need to check his arm to know that the mark would be a deep, semi-sheen black.
The guy whipped around, and his already wide eyes went near cartoon comical when he realised exactly who was stood opposite him; exactly who the Universe had plucked out of a hat for him. Tony could only offer a wry, grim smile in response. He felt sick. He wanted to run away. This was it. God, he couldn’t do this.
“Mr. Stark” the boy honest to god squeaked, and it was enough to have Tony’s mouth curving with a little more sincerity. The boy straightened, gaze sweeping him without an ounce of subtlety, and then he coughed. “Okay. Uh. Maybe a little interested” the boy murmured, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.
“Only a little?” Tony asked, but it was teasing as he slid into a stool, took a $20 from his pocket and added it to the tumbler before he took the whiskey and the boy’s glass, pouring himself two fingers. What a story. He saved the world from aliens, flew a nuke into space and found his soulmate on the hunt for whiskey.
“So. Aliens” he huffed, knocking back his drink. The boy slid back onto the stool besides him and took the glass and bottle, knocking back a shot of his own.
“Aliens” he agreed sombrely.
An hour later and Tony learned his soulmate was called Peter Parker and he loved strawberries but was allergic to almonds and he went to community college because he couldn’t afford MIT and he stared at Tony’s mouth for the entire time he spoke. Peter asked to see his soul-mark, shy and a little tipsy from the half-bottle he’d sumped, and Tony unbuttoned his shirt enough to wriggle around, presenting the inside of his bicep to Peter, who leaned forwards like he was honest to god going to lick it.
“Now yours” he managed, after Peter’s eyes had trailed it (and his chest) for the ninth time. Peter blinked up at him, slow and half-cocked, before he nodded slowly, sliding off the stool to knuckle his belt. He squirmed his jeans down taut, milky thighs that Tony wanted to bite, before hopping effortlessly onto the bar, spreading his thighs enough that Tony could see his own messy scripture down the inside of his right thigh.
Tony shifted off his stool, leaning forwards and between Peter’s legs as much as his bunched up jeans would allow, staring at it. He loved it as much as he ached over it; because how cruel was it, to throw him at a boy like this? He leaned closer though, breathed hot air over it and was absolutely aware of the way Peter’s boxers lifted a fraction.
“Tony” the boy croaked, voice strangled as his hand fell to Tony’s shoulder. Tony was leaning closer, closer, until he could press a firm kiss over the dark ink. He didn’t know why, he just…Wanted to. Wanted to drink in the way Peter’s breath hitched and his hips jerked. Tony pulled back.
They’d just met. Hell, the kid might even have a partner waiting for him at home. Soulmates were never the end all of your life. Howard and Maria had never been soulmates but they’d lived and loved together until Howard had driven his Bughatti into a tree in the dark of a winter night.
Peter’s whimper had him glancing up, taking in blown pupils and flushed cheeks. The boy bit his lip before heaving a breath, fingers digging into Tony’s shoulder. “Fuck. You’re - You’re so hot. You can’t do that. You can’t make me want you like that” the boy mumbled, head shaking even as he tugged Tony closer.
And, well. Tony had never been the golden boy. Rules were meant to be broken.
Peter tasted like wet and whiskey and something a little sweet, like he’d been eating candy. His hands fell to Peter’s hips, digging into the skin above the waistline of his boxers as he kissed him, licked into his mouth and swallowed a muffled moan. Peter’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck, drawing him closer until Tony couldn’t go any further because Peter’s tangled legs stopped him.
“Fucking Hell” the boy grunted, leaving Tony long enough to kick off his sneakers and to simply shed his jeans, right there on a bartop in the middle of Manhattan. Tony cursed as slender, long legs spread for him, until their half-hard cocks squeezed together and punched a whine from both of them. Peter was the first to grind forwards, sloppy and without finesse as they kissed again, a slick slide of tongue that ended in a help as Tony bit down on Peter’s bottom lip, dragging him closer by the waist.
“If you - If you stop now I’ll kill you” Peter panted against his mouth, rocking forwards against Tony’s Gucci slacks. Tony couldn’t resist a cruel smirk, drawing his head back to gaze down at the debauched boy.
“I thought you said you weren’t interested?” He asked, arching a brow. The demeanour slipped when Peter drove a hand between them, grasping Tony’s cock through his trousers and squeezing enough to have his hips stuttering forwards. “Daddy doesn’t like to be teased” he growled, surging forwards to cup Peter’s jaw, to kiss him bruisingly as one hand went to the boys wrist, coaxing him into stroking Tony through the fabric.
Peter mewled beneath him, fingers curling and stroking around the shape of him as he rut forwards against his own forearm, nipping at Tony’s tongue gently. “Anything, fuck. Just - Don’t stop. Don’t stop Daddy, please. Please don’t stop” he begged, brainless except for the pleasure. It was a look Tony liked; a lot.
Tony pushed Peter’s arm aside and grasped him by the asscheeks, hauling him against his hips as he ground forwards, fingers dipping between those plump cheeks and straining the fabric to brush against the rose of muscle between them. Peter moaned blatantly into his mouth, hips jerking forwards. “Please” the boy begged again, grinding against him with desperation.
Tony obliged, kissing him with renewed effort and keeping their cocks flush together through their fabrics, a heavy grind that lasted only minutes before Peter was crying out, arching into his body as he came with a half-scream of “Daddy!”
His thighs squeezing Tony’s hips and their cocks squeezed tight together pushed Tony over the edge, cum flooding his silk boxers as he muffled his own pleasure into Peter’s shoulder. Fuck. They’d just done that. Right there.
He begun to laugh. Against his chest Peter made a questioning sound, hands petting at his shoulders.
“So,” Tony drawled, lifting his head to gaze into Peter’s eyes with amusement. “Are we leaving that bit out of the ‘how we met story?”
Peter smacked his shoulder with the empty whiskey bottle.
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guys... idefk lol
Title: Winter's Frost
Chapter: 3/?
Fandom: MCU
Rating: R to be on the safe side
Pairing: Loki/Bucky
Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable.
WARNINGS: m/m, in case that wasn't obvious. probably some swearing. I rarely do explicit sex but it might get to that point, depending on if the mood strikes me. If you're under 18, just go away XD
Notes: I'm sorry I keep skipping around in the timeline. I'm kinda just letting my brain do whatever the hell it wants right now lol Also, I am aware that the conversation with Thor in the SHIELD camp happened before Loki tried to pick up Mjolnir. Given that it happening the other way around suited my purposes, I've elected to ignore that fact XD
He'd never used his powers for an offensive before. Over a thousand bloody years of life, of training with the most skilled witch in Asgard (his mother, naturally), and he'd never thought to weaponize any of his abilities! Impotent rage was really the most obnoxious feeling. Bucky was trapped, was being forced to kill for the organization he'd fought so hard to take down, and Loki had promised – he'd promised! - to save him, but he couldn't. Not yet.
Thor was an oaf, but he was a warrior. The hothead loved nothing more than conquest. Perhaps the Trickster should start spending time with his brother again. They could hardly stand each other, but there was nothing Loki wouldn't do or endure to rescue Bucky, now that he knew he was alive.
He had time, thankfully. He knew from Bucky's cloudy, fragmented memories that HYDRA froze him between missions to keep him disoriented and compliant. Likely it was also to keep their assassin around longer. He loathed to leave him in their clutches, but he didn't see another option. It wouldn't be much of a rescue nor revenge if Loki's mostly passive abilities only got them both killed. It wasn't easy for a human to kill an Asgardian, but it could be done. Better not to risk it.
So he trained, and he fought, and he accompanied his idiotic brother into every ridiculous skirmish he caused. Every once in a while, if he felt things weren't progressing quickly enough, he caused a little mayhem, himself, just to get Thor's little squad of squabbling dorks to get off their asses and back into action... and to bring Loki along as the voice of reason, of course. It was all taking too long for his liking, years were passing during which he couldn't even imagine the suffering his love was enduring at the hands of his captors, but he was on track.
Until a minor, regularly scheduled scuffle on Jotunheim imploded his reality.
"I-I-I'm the monster parents tell their children of at night?" This... This was why no one loved him? Why Thor looked down on him, why nothing he did could ever make Odin proud, why Heimdall watched him with such suspicion? Did everyone know but him?
He didn't have time for this! The thought snapped him out of his bitter, angry meltdown and he realized that the man he'd looked up to and loved as a father all his life was prone on the steps before him.
"Guards! Guards, come quickly!" Father, don't die! I'm sorry!
He backed down a few steps when the guards came, to let them take the All-Father to the relative safety of his bed. What was he going to do? Odin was unconscious and Thor was banished-
To Midgard.
Of course! Going to visit his exiled brother would give him a pretext to go to Midgard without arousing suspicion. As long as Odin remained unconscious and the Warriors Three focused on the grave injustice of their friend and leader being banished, the only one he really had to worry about was bloody Heimdall.
He glanced back at the casket and sighed. There was too much going on, too much to figure out. Even his thirst for vengeance was beginning to cool. All he wanted in all this confusion and turmoil was his precious Bucky back in his arms. He'd let Bucky know him, more completely and intimately than anyone else in his life. From their first meeting, Loki had hidden nothing from him, and somehow that extraordinary man, who couldn't fathom loving another man that way, had loved him. The briefest of flings, especially to a being who would live for thousands of years, but significant for all that. There was nothing Loki wouldn't do to preserve that love.
But he still had to figure out what the hell was going on with his own life. Good grief. That Jotun couldn't have waited until after Loki saved Bucky to grab his arm and turn his whole world upside down?
Think. Think. Think! Figure this out, you fool!
Odin was incapacitated. Thor was gone. The Jotuns wanted war. Frigga likely wouldn't leave Odin's side, and Thor's absurd friends didn't have the sense to see past his exile. Loki was a Frost Giant, albeit apparently a small, wimpy one.
Bloody hell...
He wanted Bucky. Bucky had a knack for making everything make sense... except for homophobia, but nobody was perfect. Honestly, there was no making sense of that utter nonsense.
Focus, damn it!
To Midgard, then. Perhaps he could wake Bucky up for a moment, as he had last time, and they could talk this problem through. Or perhaps the mindless soldier would find a way to kill him and end his confusion and misery another way.
Oh, don't be dramatic! Get up and do something or he'll die there!
He wasn't entirely sure when he'd sat down, but he didn't bother thinking too deeply on it as he stood and started marching back up the stairs.
I told him not to get killed! Well, I suppose technically he obeyed. He's not dead yet. Damn it, James, why couldn't you just come home with me? Stupid, stubborn, macho, painfully attractive idiot!
Somehow the word 'idiot' jogged his memory, and Loki stopped in his tracks at the landing.
The idiot's bloody hammer!
Of course! Finally, he had the beginnings of a plan! Thor was stripped of his powers and utterly useless – not the biggest change there, really – but Odin had sent the hammer to Midgard with him! Just because Thor couldn't use it didn't mean Loki couldn't. He'd take Mjolnir and use it to wipe HYDRA off the map. It was perfect!
Except he couldn't lift it. Seething, he stared at the thing for a moment, willing it to lift when he pulled. Nothing. It didn't so much as shift. So much for that idea.
Well, he'd might as well go and visit Thor, then. At least taunting him a bit might cheer Loki up. If he had to be miserable and humiliated, at least he could share the pain a little. The Mjolnir plan was rather half-baked, anyway, he had to admit. Perhaps something better would come to him while he stripped his adoptive brother of all hope.
That silly Midgardian saying suddenly made so much sense: Misery loves company.
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A collection of hastily typed out thoughts before the next episode airs:
- “Pietro” is in fact Peter from the X-Men movies
- Señor Scratchy is either Nicholas Scratch (I don’t really think so), a connection to Mephisto (apparently that’s a name for the devil? Who knew), or Agatha’s cat
- the fly is Mephisto, or a sign showing he’ll come soon (I mean, the devil attracts flies, right?)
- the twins are still alive, either in the basement or already handed over to Mephisto
- Dottie is another magic user, maybe one of the Salem’s Seven (which I don’t know much about), maybe a(nother) pawn of Mephisto’s
- I really wanted to read more about Salem etc, because once I heard about it I thought Westview might be Salem - but then I found out that it’s placed in a different US state so that’s probably nothing
- the mailman is still very suspicious, which actually made me think of Salem in the first place (lots of people seem suspicious aka possible magic users)
- very very random but the mailman could also turn out to be Agatha’s son, who knows
- I am PUMPED to see what Monica’s powers are, how she reacts, what she will do
- “Ralph” might just be Mephisto
- hang on, I just went to Mephisto’s wiki page to see if “Ralph” could be an abbreviation and... he’s also called “the messenger”? As in... “don’t shoot me, I’m just the messenger”?!
- okay so Mephisto might have several forms, including the mailman and the fly and possibly the rabbit, too
- the question is... would Mephisto really take action and walk around giving the twins clues that their mother is up to no good? But on the other hand... he is a trickster, isn’t he
- so something that really stood out to me was “Pietro” saying “damn it, if Westview, New Jersey isn’t charming as hell” um? My dude? Do you mayhaps have actual knowledge about what hell looks like?? (What invalidates this thought is the German translation being not even close to this)
- so if Monica absorbs energy, I can’t wait to find out what happens when she meets Agatha and/or Wanda. Maybe she’s able to lift whatever spell Agatha used on Wanda?
- what about Herb? Is he just another victim, or does he know a little more? Argument for victim is Agatha using magic on him, argument for “something else” is him asking Wanda if she wanted anything changed
- what is the thing in Vision’s head? An illusion to look like the mind stone, the mind stone of a different universe (highly doubt that), something else that still gives him some sort of powers? He is able to change his appearance on his own, after all. He can fly, run fast, and used something on the computer, Norm and Agnes. Btw, what did Agatha think of Vision trying to use powers on her? Did it feel weird? Is she just able to ignore someone using their powers on her?
- is there another aero space engineer? Didn’t think of it, but after watching an interview with Teyonah Parris there might as well be someone else. Reed Richards would be cool bc of what I’ve read about Salem (I think he was there?? No?), any of the Skrulls in Captain Marvel would be dope, and I personably am still thinking about a possible Agent Brand (I hope she gets actual green hair)
- are the moments were Vision and “Pietro” turned into a dead version of themselves really some kind of “warning” or shock from Agatha or Mephisto - or is it just PTSD? I thought it was someone else or Wanda’s powers being weakened in the scene with Vision, because in the background you can already see that his head has a different colour. (I originally thought it would be a demonic head and Mephisto, which is why my easily-frightened ass wasn’t jumpscared.) But “Pietro” - you can see that for us, the audience, he looks normal. It’s only the back of his head, but he looks alive as usual. Only from Wanda’s perspective we see him dead
- now that’s something really specific and weird, but when “Pietro” said “you probably suppressed a lot of the trauma” I first understood “your brother suppressed a lot of the trauma”. Probably just my ears, but it did make me think that Peter got forced to play brother to this Wanda, or (and I know this is the exact opposite) someone who isn’t Peter got ahold of his body (and memories).
- the Nexus sounds fricking cool and I hope they’ll actually do something cool with it and open up the mess that will continue into Multiverse of Madness, Spider-Man, Loki and possibly even Falcon and Winter Soldier... I mean, what would be better for Zemo to worry about superheroes than one/some causing as much trouble as I believe Wandavision will do?
In conclusion... I have no idea, everything contradicts itself, I’m excited to see Monica with superpowers and my fav trio even though they’re split up now, and I hope the episode will be a bit longer...
#hastily my ass#I actually spent over an hour on this#it is now 5:30am and I still haven’t slept#wandavision theories#wandavision#wandavision spoilers#wanda maximoff#vision#monica rambeau#darcy lewis#agent woo#agatha harkness#mephisto#marvel multiverse#peter maximoff#pietro maximoff#scarlet witch#jimmy woo#mcu#marvel
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Please tell me more about the mechsworld (discanisms?) Fic ideas
GLADLY
Under a readmore because it got ~long~ fdhfd
So this is split into three parts because unfortunately that’s the kind of person I am dfjghgj
Mechs + Death
According to Ao3’s word count, I have exactly 7306 thoughts on what would happen if the Mechanisms met Death (you know. The skeleton)
Because the thing is, Death (capital D) understands death (lower case d) perfectly well. He understands the process of life ending, he understands you go one way and only one way. After all, he’s got plenty of experience.
But! All of a sudden you’ve got this crew of eight people who definitely don’t stay dead like they should, plus the Toy Soldier, who’s a different deal entirely jdfghj
Now this doesn’t lead on to my next point really, but I’m moving on anway!
Death is a creature of belief, and so doesn’t obey the laws of physics as regular people. My favourite example of this is the Poker, which goes right through him, but does hit Teatime. Who else do we know that is powered by Belief (well. Narrative reasons (well. nanobots (well. Whatever fits best at the time)))
The Mechs!
All of them (Mechs and skeleton both) are powered by the story, and that is an incredibly interesting alley to explore
Also it’s fun to write situations where Death is inconvenienced .
Must there be “plot”? Is it not enough to imagine the Luggage, running full pelt towards you, the Toy Soldier riding on it’s back?
As the title kinda suggests, I have a bunch of ideas that aren’t full plots (and will likely never be because sometimes ideas just stay Ideas) but are fun to imagine
Ashes O’Reilly and Moist von Lipwig. If ever they started working together, basically you’d be fucked sdfgjhjk
They’d be terrifying at swindling, quite frankly, and if you compare their ability at maths and the like to that of the average Anhk-Morporkian well- it’s hardly a challenge at all
Of course, Ashes may well just take over the Post Office like they did the Acheron and all power to them!
Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson and Jonny d’Ville!
Jonny is the absolute opposite of Carrot in every conceivable way. Carrot wouldn’t hesitate to put him in jail as soon as he physically could and if Jonny thought it’d be funny to cause more problems inside rather than outside of jail he’d let himself be captured. They would not get along
Except
Except if they dealt with children
Carrot “organised the most deadly gangs of kids on the streets and got the to play football without fatalities” Ironfoundersson and Jonny “read to kids in a hospital (and only shot the annpying ones!)” d’Ville would find a grugding sort of respect there
Carrot would be explaining the rules of some game, and the kids would listen because it’s Carrot and you can’t not (and also stood behind him is Jonny and more accurately Jonny’s gun)
Speaking Susan Sto Helit into existence because I love her
Idk she meets the Toy Soldier in Biers
TBI (Discworld Flavour)
So this is much more involved than everything mentioned previously, where I just took characters and moved them around as needed. This is something I very much want to write, and am in the process of planning and, more specifically, finding explanations for a few Fairly Large Plot Points that at the moment I’m kinda hand waving away dfhghjk
TBI (Discworld Flavour) is basically me thinking “hey. What if I rewrote TBI but set it on the Disc, and went from there”
Inspector Second Class Lyfrassir Edda doesn’t exist as a single character (apologies to the Lyf fans who’ve read this far fdghjk). Instead, I think it’d work to split their role across a range of characters, namely Vetinari (and a newspaper) for the narration parts, and the City Watch (specifically Sam Vimes, Fred Colon and Nobby Nobbs) for dealing with Raphaella, Marius and Ivy in prison (those three remain unchanged, because the other three, Vimes especially, would have one hell of a time trying to deal with them)
Odin is a wizard (because, with all respect to Sir Terry Practchett, this is My Town now and wizardry and witchcraft aren’t gender specific (which he did get at, in Equal Rites, but over 41 books there wasn’t much deviation from Male Wizard Female Witch (also non-binary people exist!)). Also Many more people aren’t straight). She’s head of a project to run a train from Anhk-Morpork to the Hub in three hours rather than three days. Naturally, this involves lots of magic, and this magic attracts the attention of Things from the Dungeon Dimensions (which, like Yog-Sothoth are heavily inspired by the whole eldritch Lovecraft stuff, so that all fits nicely) Another thing that fits nicely is the fact that they can “infect” wizards (hence Odin), and also they really Cannot survive long in this world, whch gives a nice way to end this thing
No Asgard, so instead the passengers on the train are the staff of the Unseen University (yes, even the Librarian) Of course, they won’t die in this one, but the Bursar has a gloopy Thing land on his face after the Lecturer in Recent Runes booted it across the traincar so not much difference (/j) dfhfd
Loki, Thor, Sigyn and possibly Kvasir (though they also may not exist as a character, and instead be a name for the engine) are all UU students (hence why the passengers don’t care for them) They are the ones that Do Things, and likely study in the High Energy Magic building, so are actually qualified to deal with this sort of shit
Then: shit happens! Odin dies, Loki Thor Sigyn die and meet Death and have some sort of ConversationTM about the power of stories. It’s all very touching
Obviously, the Disc doesn’t get destroyed - the Things get driven back. Ivy, Marius and Raphaells do still escape, of course, and, in the immortal words of everyone’s favourite human(?) Nobby, Mr Vimes goes spare
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