#//midgard get ready they are back

[harmonyrae]

A Valkyrie & Her Viking

Synopsis: His name on her lips, this must be a dream. A vision in crimson and silver, wings as pure as snow, eyes so bright it puts the moon to shame - his Valkyrie. 

AN: I needed a short break from Regency writing & this was in my drafts for a long time… So, this is my ideal myth for Sylus.

Content Warnings: explicit language & sexual themes/descriptions, rough ROUGH sex, creampie, PiV, implied unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), creampie, semi-public sex (kinda), dom!Sylus, Sylus's sensitive chest at it AGAIN, violence, fighting, blood, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 7.1k

“Are you even listening to me?”

Astrid finally stood from the table and walked over to you. She leaned against the balcony next to you and tried to follow your gaze to see what had you so transfixed. She watches the sun settle just beyond the rainbow bridge, making the colors sparkle. 

“Itching for another trip to Midgard are we?”

The mention of Midgard brings your attention back to your mentor. You stare at her, mindlessly swirling the wine in your cup. 

“Or maybe you’re daydreaming about Heimdall?” 

You shake your head, trying to clear your head so you can come up with a witty reply. Unfortunately, you are too distracted. You straighten up, set your cup on the ledge and cross your arms. 

“Struck a nerve?”

“Shut up.” 

“Come on, what’s going through that head of yours? And don’t lie to me. I always know.”

You scoff, one day she’ll tell you how she does that. She knows everyone’s “tell” and loves to remind us, daily. You smooth the fabric of your dress, picking at the fabric that’s worn down. You need to fix that, if it tears while you’re wearing your armor it’ll chafe. Finally you look at Astrid, her yellow eyes glowing in the light of the setting sun.

“Allfather has requested my presence at dawn.”

Astrid’s smirk falters, she pulls her shoulders back and faces you. 

“You’re nervous?”

“Shouldn’t I be? I’ve done nothing wrong, I’ve been trying to figure it out all day.”

She wraps an arm around you, her warmth bringing you a touch of comfort.

“Maybe it’s time?”

You let out a harsh laugh and pull out of her embrace to pick up your cup. You down the rest of your wine and return to the table. 

“I doubt it. I’m not ready.”

“That’s for me to determine.”

You set the jug of wine down, your shoulders tensing at the harshness of Astrid’s tone. You could joke with her and talk to her like a best friend, but when it came to her duties she was deathly serious. You set your cup down and turn to face her, bowing your head in reverence. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

Astrid raises a hand to silence you. She simply takes your hands in hers. 

“You’re ready. You’ve been ready for some time. I have nothing left to teach you.” 

You allow your gaze to drift over her shoulder, your eyes catching the last rays of the sun as it sets beyond the edge. Asgard never had true night, the realm was awash with golden light no matter what time it was. Another reason you loved Midgard, it got dark, cold and the humans…

“Try to get some rest. I will speak with you after your audience with Allfather.”

With that, Astrid leaves you. You watch her go, her emerald dress swaying behind her, candlelight gleams off of her gold chest plate. She never removed all of her armor. She was always prepared for battle. You weren’t used to wearing armor. Only dawning it for brief periods, opting for the comfort of your tunic or shift dress. If Astrid is right, you will have to learn to wear your armor more regularly. Could it really be your time? 

The gilded doors to Allfather’s throne room stand before you. After a few restless hours, you went to the training hall and spent hours drowning your nerves in sweat. Your hands ache and new callouses had already started to form, but at least you weren’t anxious for a few hours. The doors groan as they open and you step forward through the narrow entryway. 

Allfather sits upon his throne, reading from a large tome. A small group of men and women in armor stand behind him. You keep your head bowed as you approach, your stomach twisting and sinking with every step forward. You stop at the edge of the platform and kneel, keeping your eyes glued to the floor.

“How many?”

His booming voice startled you. You nearly jumped out of your skin. A gentle chuckle follows.

“I did not intend to frighten you. You may look at me, no need to stare at the ground.”

You take a deep breath and lift your gaze to meet his. The patch over his eye glimmers in the morning light, his other eye scanning your face, your dress, your armor, silently taking notes. The spear in his hand was nearly twice as tall as you and the edge was so sharp you wouldn’t even feel it as it sliced through your skin and bone. Two ravens sit on his shoulders, one with its beak tucked under its wing. 

“Huginn and Muninn.”

When the raven untucks its beaks and they flutter their wings you realize who they are. 

“They’re quite a handful, but always loyal.” He lifts a finger to gently pat the head of the raven on his right shoulder. 

“They’re beautiful.”

Your voice is small and you instantly gasp, nearly placing your hand over your mouth. You couldn’t remember if you were supposed to only speak when asked a question. You close your eyes, preparing for the worst.

“They are, aren’t they?”

His voice is deep and filled with pride. You hear the flutter of wings and then feel sharp talons grip your shoulder. Your eyes fly open and you see one of the ravens is perched on your shoulder. You carefully turn your head to look at it, not wanting it to peck your eyes out. It simply stares at you, tilting its head as it examines you.

“I assume you know why I’ve summoned you? Or at least have some idea?”

You lift your eyes once more and straighten your back.

“I do not wish to make assumptions.” 

He laughs, the floor rumbles beneath your knees. A small smile plays on his lips, what you can see of them anyways, his thick white beard hides most of his face. 

“It’s time for you to take flight, young one.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your cheeks burn. He tilts his head and snaps his fingers, his raven flying back to him in an instant.

“You are uncertain?”

You shake your head, but then stop and nod slowly. 

“I suppose I’ll never feel quite ready, but feeling ready and being ready are two different things according to my mentor.”

“Astrid taught you well.”

You nod and force yourself to unclench your fists. 

“So, I will ask again. How many?”

You swallow and close your eyes, the faces of hundreds of warriors flash through your mind. Centuries have passed and it feels like only yesterday you started guiding fallen warriors to Valhalla. You always loved seeing their faces morph from fearful to elated. They were chosen and you were their shepard to their new training ground. 

“One thousand, nine hundred and ninety-four.” 

“I thank you, my army is stronger because of you. But now, you will take on a new role. You will take your next steps as one of my beloved Valkyrie. You will no longer shepard warriors to Valhalla. You will guide my chosen commanders directly.”

Your chest swells with pride. You were terrified, but every Valkyrie dreams of this day. When you no longer pass by countless faces, but guide the chosen. You bow your head.

“I will serve you well.”

“I believe you will. Astrid never stops singing your praises.”

Astrid speak about you? He chuckles at your confusion. 

“These two bring me news from all over the Nine Realms.” 

You smile so widely your cheeks begin to ache..

“I have selected a warrior. You will go to him immediately, create your bond and begin training.” 

Your heart skips a beat. So soon? You bow your head once more.

“He’s one I’ve had my eye on for some time. Gifted and vicious. I don’t make a habit of choosing berserkers for my army, but something intrigues me about his behavior. The rage is not mortal magic. He may have been cursed by the gods - but I find no trace for who would impart such a curse to this mortal. I wish for you to find out.”

A berserker? You’ve only seen them on the battlefield, never actually met one. Excitement and anxiety flood your senses, leaving you eager to begin your journey.

“He is known to his clan as ‘Victorious Defender’ - responsible for saving his people many times. They’re in a war with a larger clan, who are slaughtering their women and children and burning their land. Will they rise or will they fall? Aid him and see his people victorious by his hand and he will be worthy of his place in my army.”

He motions for you to stand and rises with you. He holds out his spear and a servant retrieves it. He lifts his hand and a wash of energy, as cool as mist and bright as a blue flame, passes over you. You look down to see your bronze armor fade to silver and the fabric of your sapphire blue skirt transform into a vibrant crimson. The weight of a helmet forms on your head, your shadow reflecting the curved wings sprouting from its sides. A tingling sensation spreads across your back as your wings expand, growing larger to aid your flight across the battlefield. He holds his hands out before him, palms to the sky. You watch in awe as a sword materializes, much wider than the one you’ve trained with your entire life. He steps closer, taking the sword in his hand and offering it to you. You wrap your hand around the hilt and nearly gasp at its weight. It’s nothing you can’t handle, but the extravagant details and significance of a Valkyrie’s destined sword makes it all the heavier. 

“Impart my wisdom, protect my chosen, fly with purpose.”

His final words echo in your mind as you bow, sheath your new sword and turn to leave the throne room. Your destiny is laid before you. Your power as a Valkyrie, unleashed. Your first warrior waits for you. Who is he? How intense will his rage truly be? It’s time to find out.

[Sylus POV]

“Bring another!” 

The young man nods and races out of the tent.

“Bjorn, I’m fine. Let the boy join the celebration.” 

Another carafe of water won’t help ease the burning deep within. Rags soaked in herbs and snow lie across your chest. Your jaw clenches every time tremors threaten to ravage your body. You’ve grown accustomed to the after effects of your rage, but your closest friends are always cautious not to anger you until you’re back to your usual self. 

“The boy is of age, he must see the reality of battle.”

Bjorn’s rough hands work quickly to dress your wounds, using just enough strength to stop the bleeding. He adjusts the rags across your chest, adding a handful of snow. The chill causes your teeth to chatter, a strangled groan escapes your throat. Bjorn lifts a ladle to your lips. 

“Drink this.” 

The distinct flavor of Elderberry, it isn’t horrible, you’re just tired of the flavor. The clan shaman always makes sure you drink a whole pot of Elderberry tea after a bout of rage. Promising it would protect you from your wounds festering. 

“Where is Helga?”

It wasn’t like her to not be the one treating your wounds after a battle. 

“She was called back home. Her sister…”

You close your eyes, you already know what’s happened. This battle was a distraction, used to pull your strongest warriors away from home so they could pillage and kill. Rage threatens to resurface and tear through your skin. How much longer could your people survive this onslaught? 

“Leave me.”

Bjorn doesn’t budge, his hands steadily applying a salve to a wound on your stomach. You grab his wrist, stopping him.

“Bjorn.”

He sighs, but puts the salve back in the leather bag next to your cot. 

“Sylus, we had no way of knowing.”

You nod, but avoid looking him in the eye. Bjorn runs his hand over his beard as he backs toward the exit of your tent. 

“I’ll send the boy with the stew in a few hours. Eat it this time.”

You huff out a laugh and watch Bjorn leave. You groan and force yourself to sit up. The rags on your chest falling to your lap. You stare into the flame of the candle sitting beside you. Watching the light dance and sway. This war is draining you, destroying your home and your people are slowly disappearing. 

You reach for your axe and a sharpening stone from under your cot. You slide the blade across the stone, the sharp scrape calming your senses. Tending to your weapons always calms your nerves. And tonight, you may spend the whole night sharpening every blade in camp. 

The light of the candle flickers, as if a gust of wind had swept past. You glance around the small tent, trying to find the source of the air flow. Finding nothing, you turn back to the stone in your lap. Again, the flame dances wildly, this time it is snuffed out. You grab hold of your axe and lean forward, letting the whetstone fall to the ground. You struggle to stand, clutching your stomach to hold the cloth covering a particularly deep wound. Using your axe to lift the drapes of your tent entrance, you thrust your head outside, surveying your surroundings. You hear the drunken cheers of your men in the distance and see the glow of the bonfire. Nothing seems amiss, but you stagger out regardless. 

This forest is dense, even without the snow, you doubt your footsteps would have been quiet. You’re slow, eyes scanning the treeline. There’s no reason to suspect another attack, with scouts watching every possible entrance and men taking turns walking around the perimeter. You have no doubt you are safe, but your gut is twisting with every step. 

Then you see it, a shimmering light near the riverbed. Your grip around the handle of your axe tightens as you approach. The frozen water reflects the light, mimicking the orb of silver. You squint, the light getting brighter as you get closer. As you are about to speak, the light is extinguished. You blink rapidly, what stands before you is not what you expected. 

A woman, staring down at her reflection on the frozen surface. Her silver armor shines in the moonlight, the chest and shoulders adorned with rows of red gems. Her skirt draped to show the full expanse of her toned thighs. Her armored boots strapped tightly, causing the muscles of her legs to strain against the leather straps. A blade rests against her hip, the hilt covered in the same red gems. She holds a helmet in her hand, a helmet with wings fixed to the sides. The wings are the same as those on her back. Her wings are folded against her, fluttering in the gentle night breeze. Her ivory hair swept into a braid which cascades down to her waist, stray strands brush against her cheek. 

You gasp, not realizing you had been holding your breath. Her head whips around and her eyes lock onto yours and you feel your knees give out. You crash to the ground, your axe clattering against the stones along the riverside. A strangled moan escapes your throat, pain radiating through your chest. 

A warm hand rests on your shoulder, you pull back to look up at her. The moonlight behind her shrouds her face in shadow, but you see her eyes glow. Her hand remains on your shoulder, her warmth seeping into your skin. She lifts her other hand to hold your face as tears fall. She wipes them away before a golden mist wraps around you, warmth spreading from her palms through your skin, deep into your marrow. You grab onto her wrists to steady yourself.

“Better?”

Her voice, Odin save you, is smoother than silk. You straighten your back and your eyes widen when you realize your pain is gone. You look down and see the wounds are fully healed, the burning in your chest has cooled, your swollen knuckles softened. You meet her gaze once more, but the right words allude you. 

“Sit with me.”

You lean back and settle onto the riverbank. She kneels beside you, sitting on her heels. The moonlight now washes across her face, highlighting her delicate features. You’ve never seen such a beautiful woman. But this isn’t a woman - or rather, a normal woman. You recognize the markings on her armor, the wings on her helmet, the wings folded against her back. Could it be?

“Am I dying?” You mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. 

She giggles - an intoxicating sound, you want to hear it again.

“No, you are not.”

“Then…”

She places a hand on your chest. 

“You’ve been chosen, Sylus. I am here to guide you.”

Your name on her lips, this must be a dream. A vision in crimson and silver, wings as pure as snow, eyes so bright it puts the moon to shame - your Valkyrie. 

“Chosen…”

She shifts and settles onto her hip, her eyes level with yours. 

“Allfather has tasked me with your training for Ragnarok. And to aid you in your battle to save your people.” 

He knows? Odin knows of your plight? He chose you? He sent you an angel, a Valkyrie, to help you save your people? And to prepare you for the greatest battle to come? Your chest heaves, breath barely filling your lunges. 

“Why me?”

Her soft lips curve into a sweet smile.

“I do not question the Allfather. He never chooses a warrior who doesn’t have the capacity for greatness. In his eyes, you are worthy of that chance. Now the question is, are you ready?”

You feel your heart pound against your ribcage, the blood flowing through your veins, your focus sharpening, your nerves suddenly firm as steel. 

“I am.”

[Back to Valkyrie POV]

Your presence in his clan is easily accepted. A wanderer bound for the coast in need of a shelter for the winter months. When they saw your weapon and Aegishjalmr tattoo, they nodded in approval. You would be a valuable ally during this time. 

Shifting your appearance was a challenge. You’re suddenly very grateful Astrid forced you to walk through Asgard without your wings on a daily basis. You still feel their presence, but they feel small. Your feet would be the only thing to carry you across the valleys and mountains of the region. 

You replace your armor with a more traditional wool skirt and banded top. Intricate runes etched in white thread popped against the dark blue fabric. A fur trimmed cape hangs around your shoulders, helping you fight off the bitter cold. Thick leather belts around your waist to carry your sheath and throwing knives. Your blade remains undisguised, its size and extravagant details further proving your status as a seasoned warrior. You keep your hair in a loose braid, if Astrid saw you she would lecture you about the importance of keeping your hair better secured. 

"Your hair will disrupt your vision, do you want your blade to strike true or not?"

You miss her voice. It had been three Midgardian days since you last saw her - which felt like mere seconds in Asgard. You spent your time learning the names of Sylus’s men and memorizing their ranks. You enjoy helping Bjorn tend to the wounded, and while you can’t heal them instantly, you can nearly erase their pain without raising any questions. 

Every night, when the sun has fully set, you sneak into Sylus’s tent to continue your lessons. You had never imagined your first charge to be a man who took your breath away with just a single look.

His broad chest, scarred from his battles, always on full display, even in the dead of winter. His arms are adorned with a scattering of symbols and runes. You’d taken your first night with him to tend his wounds. While that was your duty, you caught yourself staring longingly many times.

You recognize the wings etched into the skin over each shoulder, Huginn and Muninn. Various designs of an axe were drawn onto his forearms, so when he held his own it’s an extension of the art. The fine lines of the Vegvisir sit at the center of his chest, the symbolism not lost on you. You’d have to ask him about it later. But the tattoo that surprised you the most was the large depiction of Jormungandr across his back. You’d heard stories as a child about the “mysterious dragon of the north” or the “Midgard serpent”. Rumors of a prophecy, where this serpent could possibly bring an end to the Aesir. You’d ask about that one too, just not now. 

He didn’t dress like a warrior. Is it because he’s a berserker? Legends say they often choose to enter the battlefield bare-chested with only the essentials due to their rage burning too hot. He wore leather cross-straps across his chest to hold his axe on his back. A wool cape lined with black feathers, tied at his neck, barely covering his shoulders. He’s noticed your staring many times, but he simply stared back. So you’d sit in his tent, or across from each other at the bonfire, basking in each other's presence.  

“Your hair…”

“Yes?”

You clear your throat as you sharpen your blade. Sylus sits across from you in his tent, sharpening his own weapon. Your lessons usually start with a session of weapon maintenance, something you’ve grown to enjoy. Your sudden question had broken the comfortable silence as your curiosity got the best of you.

“I’ve never seen a man as young as you with hair so light.”

He chuckles under his breath, that deep timber making your stomach tighten.

“White hair, red eyes, rage as hot as the fires of Muspelheim. Some say I was cursed as a child. That I was never meant to see adulthood.”

You rest your sword across your lap and lean forward, urging him to continue his story.

“My mother died giving birth to me.  And my father died during his journey home to her. He was the chief warrior and his men turned on him, throwing him overboard. The men spun a tale of a portal to Niflheim opening at the bottom of the sea. That my appearance is due to a deal he made with Hel. That he cursed me with the rage he felt after the betrayal of his men, so I may avenge him.”

Strange, Hel was not known for prioritizing vengeance. She encouraged those in her realm to continue living, letting the memory of those left behind vanish into the mist and ice. She wasn’t against revenge, but to aid a human in this way and channel his rage into a baby? 

Your eyes trace his features, the sharp contours of his cheekbones and jaw, his strong nose, his piercing eyes. His white hair falling across his forehead, the sides shaved down like many of his men. Long thick braids falling down to his collarbone, silver clasps woven throughout. 

You’d met many humans, but never one so captivating. He was effortlessly gorgeous and you wondered why Astrid had never told you such men exist. Maybe the pressure of your duty of training him was making you see things? Or maybe he was just extraordinary for his kind. 

“I’ve grown quite attached to my curse actually.”

His voice brings you back and you tilt your head.

“Why?”

“Stories of a red-eyed madman have protected my home. My people love telling tall tales when trading with other clans, keeping the rumors spreading.”

He leans his axe against the edge of his cot. He leans forward, his face inches from yours.

“I prove the stories are true often enough that opposing clans usually steer clear. But, not everyone is frightened by white-hot rage.”

His smile falls and your heart aches. He told you about the past year his clan had been at war. The deaths of women, children, elders, homes burned down, cattle mutilated - they were very nearly destroyed. Sylus’s rage was the only thing keeping their army pushing forward. 

He was a skilled warrior without his rage, but when the tide turned he constantly threw caution to the wind and let anger guide him. His scars were proof enough he has relied on his rage far too often. 

“Your rage has sustained you, but if you’re not careful it will define you.”

Part of your duties was to impart Odin’s wisdom. Warriors cannot pass into Valhalla unless they truly understand his teachings and accept them as law. Not every fight can be won by brute force. You have a feeling this will be the lesson Sylus struggles with the most. 

“I only wish to see my people safe again. Once they are, I will face the damage I’ve done.” 

“Some damage cannot be repaired. Don’t put it off for later. Especially when you don’t know when the war will end.”

His shoulders tense. You hate pointing out the fact this war is far from over. 

“Is that tonight’s lesson then?” 

The chill to his tone makes you stiffen. You lift your blade, pressing it into the ground and leaning on it to stand. You stare at him in silence until he scoffs and stands to look down at you.

“You like the pain of your rage, don’t you?”

He glares at you, eyes fixed, jaw clenched. He crosses his arms, his muscles flexing to make his tattoos dance.

“Why would I like that?”

“Because you believe it is your greatest strength, so the pain is somehow worth it.”

Your voice is steady, your expression neutral. This seems to infuriate Sylus. He stalks out of the tent, grabbing his bow and quiver on the way out. 

He walks into the forest, his pace quickening when he hears your footfalls behind him. You don’t race to catch up, you simply follow. He doesn’t yet realize you will always know exactly where he is and exactly what he is feeling at any given time. You’ll never lose sight of him or wonder how much pain he is in. You watch as he draws the bowstring back and sends an arrow soaring through the air into the neck of a boar. He quickly sends another arrow to strike the animal down. You lean against a tree as he kneels to skin the animal. 

“I won’t move on to the next lesson until we discuss this one. And the spoken lessons must be completed before battle training can begin.”

“I don’t need battle training.” His harsh tone doesn’t deter you, instead you laugh.

“Of course you don’t.”

He looks at you over his shoulder, his eyes glowing against the darkness. You can feel the heat of his rage that is slowly building. Good. 

“I know how to use any manner of weapon. Axe, sword, knife, bow, spear. I don’t need any further training. I just need this war to end and then I can focus on what the Allfather has sent you to teach me.” 

You circle him while he quarters the animal and stores the meat in the bag on his hip. You laugh again and feel another wave of heat from his glare.

“It doesn’t work like that. In case you forgot, I’m in charge of when these lessons happen. And it’s no use even trying to teach you now. All I see is a man lost to his rage. Have you had a battle recently where you haven’t lost control?”

He only needs to take two steps to back you against a tree. His frame towering over you, his cheeks flushed and his breathing shallow. The thick wood of the bow in his hand creaks. You lean back, your calm demeanor only makes his anger burn hotter. His right eye begins to glow and your smile momentarily falters. He turns on his heel and walks away before you can get a good look.

“I never lose control, I choose when to rage. Always directed at my enemies, to protect my people.”

You let him gain some distance. You need to keep pushing him, but you know better than to get too close to a caged animal. And soon, he will realize his rage is in a cage with no lock. He is not as in control as he likes to believe. 

“So you haven’t fought man to man. You let your beast come out to play instead of fighting the battle with your head clear.”

He slows for a moment, letting out a deep growl and then continues, his pace much slower. He hasn’t noticed the bow in his hand has snapped completely in two. 

“I am in control. My head is clear.” His voice shakes.

“Go on, say you’re in control a third time. Maybe a witch will hear your plea and make it true.”

He spins around and barrels towards you, a roar erupting from deep within his chest. You’ve finally got him where you want him - showing you his rage. You didn’t need to witness it in battle, you needed to see how quickly he lost control of the beast within. Taming this beast is your first true challenge with your warrior.

You dive out of the way and Sylus skids on his knees to a halt, digging into the dirt with his hands to hurl himself in your direction. You evade his advances easily, tumbling and leaping with grace. The dance continues until Sylus grunts loudly, growling as he pulls his knife from its sheath secured to his thigh. 

You smile, which awakens a new level of his rage. He sprints towards you and you stand your ground, no weapon in hand. He pulls back the knife and lunges forward. You twist to the side, the knife sliding right past you. You grab Sylus’s shoulders and leap into the air, you flip over him, grabbing the other knife tucked into his belt. As your feet find the ground, you slice the knife across Sylus’s back. He groans and tumbles forward. He twists to look at you over his shoulder, his anger creates a dark aura around you both. 

He continues his attack, you dodge every lunge. He throws boulders as if they are mere pebbles, they crash into the ground around you sending shockwaves through your system. He hurls his knife at you and you deflect it with your own, sending it into a nearby tree. You retrieve it and send it right back to him. It sinks into his shoulder and he howls in pain. You take this moment to sprint at him, wrapping your hand around the knife in his shoulder. You twist the blade, causing him to fall back onto the ground. You stab your other knife into his opposite shoulder and pin him to the ground. You press your foot onto his chest, extending the other to hold his wrist to the ground beside him. He reaches up to grab at your neck but misses as you lean away. He grabs onto your ankle and tries to pull, but you twist the knives and he yelps.

“Control. Sylus. Control the beast.”

Your voice is calm and steady. His body shakes violently and you dig your heel into his wrist. He kicks his legs and bucks his hips as he tries to shove you off. You’ve fought a half-Giant with a sword twice your height. You’re not afraid of him, or the beast inside of him. This won’t be the first time you deal with his rage and he needs to understand you are not afraid to fight. 

You lean your weight onto the foot placed on his chest and he wheezes. You stare directly into his eyes, the glow slowly fading. You can feel his body heat through the sole of your leather boot. You release the handle of one of the knives and place a hand on his chest gently. His skin is hot, he shudders, gooseflesh rising around your hand.

As the glow dissipates and his breathing steadies, you shift your weight and straddle his stomach. Your hands grasp onto the handles of the knives in his shoulders, he needs to be back to himself before you remove them. His arms lay motionless at his side, his legs restless but unmoving. 

“I… I didn’t…” 

His voice is soft, slightly hoarse from the growling. You shush him.

“Eyes on me.” 

You swiftly yank the knives from his shoulders. Sylus groans loudly, his shoulders tense as streams of blood trickle down from the wounds. You throw the knives into the tree a few meters away. You place your hands over the open wounds, a golden mist swirls and Sylus sighs as he feels his wounds close. You move to stand, but Sylus grabs onto your hips keeping you where you are. He looks up at you, your hands shifting from his shoulders to his chest to ease the pain from where your foot dug in.

“I’ve never…”

“Lost control outside of a battle?”

He drops his gaze, his body going rigid beneath you. His rage was subsiding but he was barely cooling off. You refocus your energy to cool him down and he moans, catching you off guard. 

“I - ugh… no…”

It caught both of you off guard it seems. Sylus doesn’t know where to look. You try to ignore the blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks. 

“You’re right. I have not battled with a clear head in… I don’t know how long…”

You lift your hand to caress his cheek, his eyes close as he nuzzles into your palm. His skin continues to burn against yours.

“I am here to help you with that. You will not serve the beast. Do you trust me?”

When his eyes open, they are filled with tears, his rage giving way to something far more carnal. His hands flex against your hips, sending shockwaves through your most intimate places. 

“Yes…”

Your chest begins to rise and fall faster, your hands on his face and chest itching to move, to explore in a way you haven’t yet. Strands of hair fall forward, brushing against your face and sticking to your lips. Sylus lifts his hand to move the hair aside and tuck it behind your ear. His touch lingers, fingers trailing down to trace your jaw and resting against the side of your neck.

“Sylus…”

You whispered his name like a prayer, which he swiftly answers. His hand at your neck pulls you down to him, his lips crashing into yours with a heat that matches his rage. White hot, but deeply controlled this time. His arm circles your waist and holds your body flush against his. You sigh into his mouth, making him all the more desperate to consume you. 

Your back hits the ground and you gasp at the sudden chill of snow. He glides his hands over your waist and digs his fingers into the plush of your hips. Your hips twitch and you feel something hot and heavy press into your lower stomach. The air around you is clouded with your combined breaths, every kiss met with a gasp and a groan. Your nails skate across the expanse of his back and he shakes, pulling his lips away to rest his forehead against yours.

“I want to touch you… To… take you…”

His words make the pooling warmth between your legs unbearable. It was not difficult to decipher how he was feeling, you didn’t need to be a Valkyrie to know what he desired. And Odin forgive you, you want nothing more. Your hands thread through his hair and you nod, almost frantically. His soft smile and breathy laugh make your heart flutter.

“My Valkyrie…”

His lips make their way down your neck. You close your eyes, surrendering yourself to every sensation. Shutting off the part of your brain which always knew his intentions and feelings, allowing your own to take priority. Pleasure sparks across your chest as he leans down to suck your pert nipple through the fabric. Your back arches off the ground, pressing your breast against his face. He flattens his tongue against your nipple, licking the sensitive peak, while he lifts your skirt over your hips. 

“Take it off… ngh… now!”

The desperation in your voice is almost embarrassing, if only you cared. A resounding rip frees your breasts and you shiver as the cold breeze touches your bare skin. Sylus discards the torn fabric of your banded top before closing his mouth around your nipple once more and you moan, direct contact making the feeling mind numbing. Sylus groans against you as you press your hips upward. He places open mouth kisses across your chest, letting his lips drag across your nipples, back and forth until your writhing and whining. His fingers pinch and tug at whichever nipple he isn’t suckling. When you’re nearly certain you’ll faint from the overwhelming pleasure, he stops.

Looking down you see him tear through your skirt, leaving you completely bare before him. He then makes quick work of pulling the chord to loosen his bearskin trousers. Your fingers trace his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, it’s only when your hands brace against his chest that he gasps. You circle his nipples and feel your cunt pulse with need as he whimpers and tosses his head back. You continue to toy with him, eager to hear those sounds continue. His hand sinks lower and he pushes his trousers over his hips, freeing his aching cock. Your loud groan at the sight of him sends Sylus into overdrive, his hips lowering to tease his tip through your slick folds. 

“Sylus… yes… mmm…” 

His fingers finally make contact with your clit and you buck your hips. You look down to see the tip of his cock hovering just over your pussy. Digging your fingers into his shoulders you pull yourself up to latch onto his ear, sucking his earlobe into your mouth, biting gently. He growls and you bite him again. Yanking his ear free he lifts himself to look down at you. In one swift motion, he flips you over, an arm around your stomach to force you onto your knees. When you try to reach back he chuckles, that feeling of his chest rumbling against your back was your only warning. He grips your hips and lifts, pressing his cock against your ass. You turn to look at him and his heated glare makes your pussy spasm yet again. 

“Fuck…”

His voice is ragged, just your tear-filled eyes looking back at him are enough to undo him. His hand spreads across your back, pushing you down to the ground. You gasp as the rough ground rubs against your tender nipples. Sylus grabs your wrists, holding them with one hand behind your back, his other hand tugs your hips further back. You finally feel it, the tip of his cock bumping against your clit. 

“Sylus… fuck… me please…”

“Anything for my angel.”

His hand releases your hip for a moment to line up his throbbing cock. He sinks into you slowly, your tight cunt squeezing him so deliciously he can only whine in response to your whimpers. You arch your back and spread your hips, urging him to press deeper. He leans forward, wrapping his free hand around your lower stomach to yank you back. His hips slap against your ass and your combined moans of pleasure echo through the dark forest. 

”Hands… up…”

He lets go of your hands and you try to slide them on the ground upwards. His large hands circle your wrists and tug them above your head. He crosses them and plants a hand over both. His chest remains molded to your back, his heart beats rapidly, syncing with your own. He returns his other hand to your hip and begins to thrust. 

His hot breath against your ear, his heart beat at your back, his cock buried so deep you feel your belly bulge with every thrust. He whispers your praises, punctuated with questions to ensure your pleasure is everything you wished it to be. His hand returns to your stomach, you know he can feel himself through your skin and muscle. He curses under his breath, his forehead against your shoulder. You push your hips back to meet him.

Your screams are silenced by Sylus’s hand covering your mouth. His own shouts of pleasure are muffled as he sinks his face into your neck. His release is scorching, filling you completely and sending you tumbling over the edge. The burst of warmth that spreads down your thighs and ass makes Sylus swear. He places messy kisses to your shoulder and back as he rocks you through your climax. 

Finally, you’re lifted off the ground, Sylus’s cock slipping out, his cum dripping down your inner thighs. He leans back, sitting on his heels as he holds you to his chest. You run your fingers along his forearms, sighing as he kisses your neck. 

“I’m sorry about your clothes…”

“Don’t be…” 

He gently wipes the dirt off of your chest and motions for you to stand. As you tuck your feet under you, your legs tremble and you fall, Sylus catches you and laughs. 

“Seems I will have to carry you then…”

You’re glad he can’t see your flushed cheeks, his ego is big enough as it is. He tucks himself back into his trousers and turns you around. You wrap your legs around his waist and loop your arms around his neck. He covers your back with your torn skirt and stands to slowly make his way back to camp.

The bonfire and candles in almost every tent are extinguished when you return. Sylus quietly slips into his tent, kicking his boots off as he walks to his cot. He tosses the thick fur blanket aside and sets you down, sliding your boots off and tucking your feet underneath. He stands to remove his pants and you bite your lip at the sight of his half-hard cock. 

He slides into the cot next to you, his naked body pressing against yours. As he pulls the blanket up to cover you both, you stroke his cheek. He looks at you, pleased yet surprised by the sudden touch. All you can do is smile, but you know he feels the same way. 

He leans in and kisses you deeply. His searing kiss sends tingles along your spine. His tongue dives between your lips and you lift your leg over his hip, pressing yourself even closer. You sigh as his cock slides back inside of you. You’re not sure how long it is before you’re biting into his shoulder and coming all over his cot, but you never want the feeling to end. To be here with him. Your warrior.  🪽 ⚔️ 🔥

AN #2: The tattoos explained: ψ Aegishjalmr (on Valkyrie) - a circle with eight tridents, is believed to grant its wearer strength, courage, protection & to instill fear in enemies. 🧭Vegvisir (on Sylus) - a compass, is a symbol of guidance & protection. 🐍Jormungandr (on Sylus) - the Midgard Serpent (World Serpent) who encircles the realm of Midgard. And no, I cannot pronounce any of them. Smile. 

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PLEASE MORE ASGARDIAN M!READER!!!

May I suggest a fic where the reader wants to bond closely to Wanda and Natasha but, is afraid because their only concept of sister relationships was Hela (reader is a little scared of Hela 😔 due to her destructive nature). Can I also add that the reader has slightly long hair (shoulder length) to braid!

Thank you for your talent and dedication!

He's Cute (Pt. 1.5)

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader tags: wanda and natasha are the best, sibling duo, getting ready for the date, hints of WandaNat/ScarletWidow, bucky being adorably smitten, yes 1.5 cause pt. 2 is the actual date :)

You fiddled nervously with the ends of your hair, pacing the length of your borrowed bedroom in the Avengers Compound for what felt like the hundredth time. Today was the day: your very first official Earth date. With none other than Bucky Barnes. Just the thought of it sent a rush of excitement (and panic) through your veins.

The problem? You had no clue how to prepare for a Midgardian date. A tunic and breeches might scream ‘medieval faire,’ and your more formal Asgardian garb would be even more intimidating. What if Bucky took one look at you and decided you were too over-the-top or—in the worst scenario—ran for the hills? Then there was your hair. Should you leave it loose? Tie it back? Attempt some elaborate braid?

What if I make a total fool of myself? you thought, tugging on your hair with a frustrated groan. You considered consulting Thor—briefly—until your imagination conjured an image of him bellowing, “Wear your finest Asgardian leathers!” and slapping you on the back so hard you’d stumble. Not exactly helpful.

You also thought about Tony or Steve, but quickly dismissed those options. Tony might tease you relentlessly, and while Steve was sweet, he was probably as clueless as you when it came to modern dating intricacies.

That left two people you admired from a (sometimes intimidated) distance: Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. You’d seen how confident and stylish they both were—able to slip into a gown or tactical gear with equal flair. If anyone can help me blend Asgardian flair with Midgard style, you reasoned, it’s them.

Trouble was, the concept of “sisterly” assistance made your stomach twist. Your only sisterly figure had been Hela—and she was the embodiment of destructive chaos. Whenever you thought of “sisterly bonds,” images of shadowy blades and a mocking sneer intruded on your mind. Still, you had no one else to turn to, and time was running out.

It didn’t take long to find them. Wanda lounged on a couch, sipping tea and reading a worn paperback. Natasha reclined in an armchair nearby, scrolling through her phone. They exuded a relaxed warmth that made your nerves surge all over again—how did you even start this conversation?

Wanda glanced up first, her warm eyes creasing in a small smile. “Oh! (Y/N), did you need something?”

Natasha flicked her gaze over to you, phone still in hand. “You look like you’re either about to faint or confess a murder. Everything okay?”

Embarrassed, you rubbed the back of your neck. “I—I’m sorry to interrupt. I know you’re both probably busy, but I…I have a date. With Bucky,” you added softly, feeling your cheeks heat at the admission. “And I have no idea what to wear or how to do my hair, or—anything, really.”

Wanda’s eyebrows rose, and a slow grin spread across her face. “A date with Bucky? That’s adorable.”

Natasha set aside her phone, crossing her arms. “So you want a bit of a makeover?”

You cleared your throat, nerves clashing with relief. “Yes. Please. I don’t know how Earth dates usually go. I’m used to, well…armor and father-gifts, and illusions if I want to ‘dress up.’ But that’s not exactly the vibe here.”

Both women chuckled at that. Natasha stood and motioned for Wanda to follow. “Come on, let’s get you set up. And don’t worry—you’re not bothering us. We’d love to help you not show up to your date in full Asgardian regalia.”

Natasha led you to what appeared to be a converted storage room. Racks of clothing lined the walls, and a couple of tall dressers stood at one end. You caught glimpses of everything from formal evening wear to casual street clothes—no doubt a stockpile from Tony’s various shopping sprees.

“Okay,” Natasha declared, scanning the racks. “We need something comfortable but sharp. You want to catch Bucky’s eye without screaming I’m a prince from another realm.”

Wanda’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Though, honestly, you could show up in a paper bag and he’d probably swoon.”

You felt your cheeks flame. “I—um, I just don’t want to look foolish.”

Natasha brushed aside a row of jackets. “We won’t let that happen. Trust us. Let’s see…” She paused, sizing you up. “You’ve got a good build—broad shoulders, trim waist. We should highlight that. Maybe a well-fitted shirt.”

Wanda’s gaze flicked between you and Natasha. “Oooh, yes. And if we can find a color that brings out his eyes…” She rummaged through a section of button-downs.

That left you standing there, feeling slightly awkward, as they pulled items from hangers and debated the merits of each. You shifted from foot to foot, your anxiety creeping in. This is far less terrifying than dealing with Hela, right? you told yourself. And yet, your heart hammered in your chest.

Eventually, Wanda triumphantly held up a simple, fitted gray button-down. “This might do,” she said, pressing it to your torso. “It’s not flashy, but it’ll look nice with your coloring.”

Natasha grabbed a pair of dark jeans from the next rack. “Try these on. We’ll see if they fit. If they’re too baggy, we’ve got more.”

Clutching the clothes, you ducked behind a folding screen in the corner. The chatter on the other side continued quietly:

“You think Bucky’s actually ready for a date?” Wanda whispered. “Oh, I’m sure he’s ready,” Natasha replied in the same hushed tone. “Steve says he's been looking at the clock constantly and somehow managed to trip over his own feet. He's more than ready."

Their amused banter made you smile—clearly, Bucky was as worked up about this as you were. That was comforting.

You slid into the jeans and button-down, surprised at how well everything fit. They weren’t Asgardian leathers, but the fabric was soft and flexible, hugging you just right. You stepped out self-consciously. “Well? How do I look?”

Wanda gasped softly, covering her mouth. ��(Y/N), you look amazing!”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, arms folded. “Yeah, that’ll do. Sleeves up—roll them a bit. Show off those forearms. Trust me.”

Blushing, you obeyed, feeling a little self-conscious and a little flattered. “You really think Bucky will like it?”

“Absolutely,” Wanda replied, beaming. “He’d have to be blind not to notice how good you look.”

Natasha pretended to examine your outfit with a critical eye, but you noticed a small, knowing smile playing at her lips. Then her gaze flicked to Wanda, and they shared a subtle look—one that made your cheeks flush a second time. You weren’t sure, but it almost seemed like there was a soft warmth passing between the two women, a private understanding that neither was voicing.

Then came the matter of your hair. It fell around your shoulders, a bit unruly from the stress of pacing your room all day. You lifted a lock, hesitating. “Normally, if this were a formal Asgardian function, I’d wear a crown braid or decorative metal clasps that sparkle with runes. But that’s probably too fancy, right?”

Wanda stepped closer, gently running her fingers through your hair in a way that felt surprisingly soothing. “Yes. Maybe we could do a simple side-braid, just enough to keep it out of your face. Or tuck it behind your ears. You have a nice jawline, so let’s show it.”

Natasha approached with a comb and some small hair ties, exchanging that same subtle smile with Wanda as they both set to work. You couldn’t help but notice the soft brush of Wanda’s hand, the way Natasha’s posture angled toward her whenever they spoke. Something about their easy familiarity and gentleness felt domestic, like they’d done this a hundred times…maybe even for each other.

“Relax,” Natasha murmured, positioning you to face a mirror. “We won’t do anything too elaborate. Just enough to keep Bucky’s eyes on you, not on how complicated your hairstyle is.”

Wanda’s lips curved into a playful smirk. “Though he’ll definitely be looking either way.”

They worked in tandem, brushing, smoothing, and expertly twisting a small section of hair into a neat side-braid. With each gentle tug, your tension melted. It felt so normal, to be fussed over by these two formidable Avengers, whose reputations alone could strike fear into entire enemy organizations. Yet here they were, braiding your hair and chatting like older sisters might.

Every so often, you caught a flicker of something more than platonic in their glances—maybe the way Wanda’s hand lingered on Natasha’s wrist when passing a hair clip, or the private smiles they exchanged. It was fleeting, but definitely there. You wondered if you were witnessing the beginnings of something deeper between them—or perhaps it had been there all along, carefully kept behind the scenes.

Finally, Wanda tucked the last strand into place, and Natasha stepped back, admiring their work. “Alright, pretty boy. Check it out.”

You moved to the mirror, heart fluttering in anticipation. The reflection that stared back looked…well, incredible. The blazer fit perfectly, highlighting your form without overpowering your frame. The rolled sleeves revealed just enough forearm to be intriguing, and the subtle side-braid left most of your hair loose but framed your face nicely.

Your mouth fell open. “I—I look…”

“Really, really handsome,” Wanda finished, placing a gentle hand on your back.

Natasha’s smile softened. “You do. And trust me, Bucky will probably forget how to speak for a minute when he sees you.”

A mixture of pride and embarrassment bloomed in your chest. “Thank you. Honestly, I feel so confident. I’ve never had that before.”

Wanda wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Of course. You’re about to go on a date, not face a war. It should be fun.”

Natasha’s gaze turned momentarily serious. “But if he does anything to make you uncomfortable—pressures you, upsets you—” She paused, letting the threat linger, “—I will personally have words with him.”

“And by ‘words,’ she means possibly an entire display of violence,” Wanda teased, but her eyes held a protective glint.

You laughed nervously, appreciating the concern. “I—I don’t think that’ll be necessary. Bucky’s so gentle. But...thank you, just the same.”

Natasha nodded firmly. “We look out for our own. And that includes you.”

Your heart swelled at the sentiment—so this was what a supportive sisterly bond could be, untainted by destruction and usurpation. After some final adjustments (Natasha insisted on adjusting your collar just so, and Wanda fussed with a stray hair you couldn’t see), the two women gave you a double thumbs-up.

“Go knock him dead—figuratively,” Wanda teased. “This is Earth, after all.” Halfway to the front entrance, you glanced back and caught a glimpse of Wanda and Natasha standing side by side, exchanging soft smiles. Wanda murmured something, and Natasha’s cheeks tinted the faintest pink before she turned away.

Maybe I’m not the only one with a new romance on the horizon, you mused, feeling a rush of fondness for both of them.

When you finally reached the main entrance, there was Bucky—hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders tense. The moment his eyes landed on you, all that tension melted. A slow, disbelieving smile spread across his face, and you swore you saw a slight flush creep up his neck.

“Wow,” he breathed, stepping closer. “You look amazing.”

Your cheeks warmed, but this time it was with genuine confidence. “Thanks. Wanda and Nat helped.”

He nodded, seemingly at a loss for words. “Remind me to, uh…thank them later.”

You chuckled softly. “I’ll let them know.”

The two of you exchanged a few shy glances, the air charged with a thrilling sense of possibility. Bucky offered his arm in that old-fashioned way you found so endearing, and you slipped yours through it, feeling a jolt of warmth as your elbow linked with his. “You ready?” he asked, voice tinged with nervous excitement.

You smiled. “I am.”

[frostdayz]

Special day in Asgard

Loki x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: After many days of not really having loki to yourself he plans a day of only you two.

warnings: nothing unless you hate fluff!

AN: Sweet and whipped Loki oh how I love you!!!!!! Hope you all enjoy, I loved writing this :)

my stories never really describe the readers gender so unless stated otherwise all my stories are gn!

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I stirred, blinking awake to the gentle warmth that kissed my skin. I could feel the cool sheets beside me and rolled over to find Loki, already awake, his piercing emerald eyes studying me with a soft, affectionate gaze.

“Good morning, my love,” he greeted, his voice smooth and soothing, like a quiet stream in the early morning light. His dark hair spilled over the pillows, framing his face in elegant disarray.

“Good morning,” I mumbled, still drowsy as I burrowed deeper into the blankets. “You’ve been watching me again.”

He chuckled, his deep, rich laughter reverberating in the stillness of the room. “How could I resist? You look so peaceful when you sleep. It’s a rare moment when I get to see you so at ease.”

I smiled sleepily, letting my eyes drift shut again. But before I could slip back into slumber, Loki shifted, leaning over me to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. His cool lips contrasted with the warmth of my skin, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.

“As much as I enjoy watching you sleep, I thought today we could do something different,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against my ear.

I opened one eye, peering at him suspiciously. “What kind of different?”

He grinned, mischief glinting in his eyes. “No tricks, I promise. Just a day for us. No royal duties, no interruptions—just you and me.”

That got my attention. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I looked at him. “Really? You’re not being summoned by Odin, or Thor isn’t planning another one of his adventures?”

Loki shook his head, his expression softening. “No, not today. Today, I’m all yours.”

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I reached out to cup his cheek. “I like the sound of that.”

Loki’s eyes sparkled as he leaned into my touch before pulling away and sliding out of bed with effortless grace. “Then let’s start the day right, shall we?” He offered me his hand, and I took it, allowing him to pull me to my feet.

We both got dressed, Loki in his usual dark green tunic that accentuated his lean figure, and I in a flowing Asgardian cloak he had gifted me not too long ago. As we left our chambers, Loki’s hand found mine again, his long fingers intertwining with mine as we made our way to the palace’s grand kitchen.

When we arrived, Loki waved away the palace staff with a gentle nod, insisting that today, we would be preparing our own meal. It was rare for royalty to step foot in the kitchen, but Loki relished the idea of doing something simple and domestic. I found it endearing—another glimpse of the man behind the mask of the trickster.

“What are we making?” I asked, eyeing the vast array of ingredients that lined the countertops.

Loki smirked as he waved his hand, and with a flick of his fingers, various ingredients floated toward us. “Something simple but delightful. How do you feel about pancakes?”

I raised an eyebrow, a small laugh escaping my lips. “Pancakes? That’s what you consider ‘delightful’?”

“Of course,” he replied with mock seriousness, his lips curving into a playful grin. “They are a delicacy in Midgard, are they not? And I’ve mastered the art of making them. You’ll see.” He joked.

Despite my skepticism, I watched as Loki set to work. True to his word, he moved with practiced ease, mixing flour, eggs, and milk with a fluid grace that only he could possess. I helped where I could, handing him ingredients and stirring the batter while sneaking glances at his concentrated expression.

Once the batter was ready, Loki heated the skillet with a flick of his wrist, and within moments, the rich aroma of cooking pancakes filled the kitchen. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me as I watched him work. This moment, this simple act of cooking together, felt so natural and yet so extraordinary at the same time.

Soon, we had a stack of golden pancakes sitting between us, topped with fresh fruit and drizzled with syrup Loki had conjured up from who knows where. We sat at the table, eating leisurely, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“These are really good,” I admitted after taking a bite. “You weren’t lying.”

Loki smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “I told you. I’m full of surprises.”

After breakfast, we left the kitchen and wandered through the grand halls of the palace. The towering columns and intricately carved walls were familiar to us both, but as we walked hand in hand, it felt like we were seeing them in a new light. Loki regaled me with stories of Asgard’s history, tales I’d heard dozens of times before but never tired of. He spoke of grand battles, ancient legends, and even the occasional prank he had pulled on Thor during their younger years.

“And then, of course, Thor fell for it,” Loki said with a grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he recounted one of his many pranks. “He was always so eager to believe whatever I told him.”

I laughed, picturing Thor’s confused expression. “I can’t believe he didn’t catch on after the first few times.”

Loki shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s the beauty of it. Thor has a good heart, but he’s not always the most… observant.”

As we walked, our conversation flowed effortlessly, like a dance we had perfected over time. We told each other stories we had heard countless times before—tales of our lives, our adventures, and the moments that had brought us together. And yet, each retelling felt just as special as the first.

By the time the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the palace, we found ourselves in the palace gardens. The air was cool, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the atmosphere as we walked along the stone paths, hand in hand.

“Let’s have dinner out here,” Loki suggested, glancing up at the sky as the first stars began to twinkle overhead. “Under the stars.”

I nodded, loving the idea. “That sounds perfect.”

With another flick of his wrist, Loki conjured a table set for two in the middle of the garden. Candles flickered in the gentle breeze, casting a soft, romantic glow over the scene. Plates of food appeared before us—an array of Asgardian delicacies that looked almost too beautiful to eat.

We sat down, the night air cool against our skin as we dined under the stars. It was quiet, peaceful, with only the soft rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the palace in the background. Loki’s gaze never left mine as we ate, his eyes reflecting the light of the stars above us.

“You’ve made this day perfect,” I said softly, reaching across the table to take his hand. “Thank you.”

Loki’s expression softened, and he squeezed my hand gently. “You make every day worth living, my love. You are my greatest treasure.”

As the night wore on, we finished our meal and lingered in the garden, talking and laughing as the stars shone brightly above us. Eventually, the coolness of the night air drove us back inside, and we returned to our chambers, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

We undressed in comfortable silence, slipping into bed with the ease of two people who knew each other intimately. Loki pulled me into his arms, his cool skin a comforting contrast to the warmth of the blankets.

I nestled into his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I don’t want this day to end,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

Loki pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head, his voice low and soothing as he replied, “It doesn’t have to. We can have as many days like this as we want.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of peace settle over me as I drifted off to sleep in Loki’s embrace. Today had been perfect—a day filled with love, laughter, and the quiet moments that made life so beautiful. And as I fell asleep, I knew that with Loki by my side, every day would be just as perfect as this one.

[bigfan-fanfic]

I'd Hammer in the Morning (Male!Reader x Thor)

Part One

"What do you mean, you're quitting?" Tony practically shouts.

"Hey, hey, I didn't say the Q-word."

"But you are."

"I... I'm going to be moving to Asgard, Tony. I can't be your personal assistant from a realm away."

Tony fidgets, swinging an arm in your direction. "A 'realm away?' Look how they've got you talking - you can say 'realm' with a straight face!"

"Please don't make this difficult." you try to get that stern but kind note in your voice that Frigga gets when managing Odin or Thor, but you don't quite get there.

"Fine, I won't. Recharge, I don't accept your resignation."

"Pretty sure it doesn't work that way."

"Don't care." Tony quips petulantly. When Pepper walks in, he immediately bursts out. "Recharge is quitting!"

Pepper smiles at you. "Yes, he is, and we're so excited for you. Congratulations, Y/N."

Tony's jaw drops.

"I know it's short notice, but Tony's going to host your goodbye party before you leave, if that's alright."

"I am?"

She silences him with a look. Oh, there it is.

"Fine, fine..."

And with that, after an all-too-wild party that Pepper does her best to manage, you're ready to leave Midgard as your primary residence.

Thor meets you atop the Avengers Tower, the burning runic circle etched into the helipad, little drones already trying to clear up the ash and cinders.

You run to his arms, excited to see him.

"Did you truly think I would not wish to witness every moment of your arrival to my home? Our home, now." Thor chuckles.

"No, I actually thought I was going to awkwardly have to call Heimdall."

You notice a few other Asgardians are here, glancing around interestedly. "Father is eager for your arrival. He assumed you'd have more... luggage. Insisted I bring porters."

You don't really have much more than a couple large suitcases and a few boxes to contain everything you own. Tony had insisted on digitizing all of your books and movies and games and ensuring you'd have communication and internet even on Asgard with a tiny prism he assured you had a copy of JARVIS on it for your use.

It's his way of showing he cares, because he can't go more than two sentences without snarking, by law, apparently.

"Wait... your father is eager for my arrival? I... I kinda thought Lord Odin wasn't too fond of Midgardians."

"No, he's not disdainful, simply... he worries about me. Our... lifespans."

You balk instinctively, the notion that Thor may long outlive you a little depressing. "Oh."

"But he seems to be much more open. So either he has a plan, or you have simply won him over as a mortal that can wield Mjolnir and learn my mother's seidr."

You do recall Odin becoming more warm to your presence, especially once you got over the hump of learning magic and started to transcend your electrokinesis. Frigga, of course, loves you. "A plan? To, like... deal with my lifespan?"

"Perhaps. Mother mentioned something about a coronation gift."

"Wow, all of this for your boyfriend? They're that eager to have me?"

"All of Asgard is eager. To be completely honest..." Thor chuckles, almost nervously. "I believe they expect a proposal soon."

"Oh." You chuckle a little, almost nervous as well. "And should they?"

"My prince... my king... you know this has been the greatest year of my life. I am more than eager to share all my days with you."

"Thor... I love you too."

"Then perhaps a proposal is not far off at all." He smirks. "Now, are you certain this is all your luggage?"

"Yes. Underwhelming, I know."

"Not at all. It simply means you will have plenty of room for the gifts I will shower you with."

You giggle. And then it hits you that you are truly leaving Earth. You frown softly, looking around as nostalgia crashes over you in waves.

"What ails you, my love?"

"Just... it's suddenly very hard to leave."

Thor takes you in his arms and kisses you. "I swear that as long as the Bifrost stands, I shall take you to Midgard whenever you wish."

You kiss him back. "You're sweet. But... it's just the change. It's always a big moment. But I'm not leaving home, not really. I'm coming home. To you. To Odin and Frigga. Even to Loki."

Thor grins. "Truly, you think of my misguided brother as your family?"

You nod. "Frigga and I have been taking lessons outside his cell lately as part of his rehabilitation."

His eyes shine with something surpassing gratitude and admiration.

"My king... allow me the honor of bringing you home."

And in a flash of rainbow and lightning, he does.

[midgarangel]

༯ garden party | sephiroth 🪽

summary: sephiroth and you adore eachother at aeriths garden party.

contents: fluff! sephiroth x fem reader, head over heels for eachother, “let’s get married.” this one is kind of short but i reccomend listening to this song while reading <3

words: 556

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Only you could get Sephiroth to come to Aeriths garden party. The sun was shining brightly despite Midgars dystopian nature. There were beautiful fruits, veggies, and plants in their pots waiting to be used in a delicious stew.

Sephiroth watched you as you caught up with friends by the refreshments. Tucked in your hair was a yellow lily, you looked beautiful. Sephiroth considered himself extremely lucky to call you his. He found himself smiling more and more as the days went by.

“I’ll be right back.” Excusing yourself from the group, you made your way over to Sephiroth.

“Watching me?” You asked in a teasing tone.

“Maybe.” He responded shaking his head chuckling.

On your tippy toes wrapping your arms around him, you pecked his nose while he brought you in for a hug. You sighed into it as he rubbed your back, a light breeze blew by.

“I love Aeriths house.” You spoke into his chest.

He hummed. “It’s very nice. Quaint.”

“Makes me want one of my own.”

Your apartment was in the center of the city. Although you hated the pollution, Midgard had some charm to it? It wasn’t a silly thought. Your balcony got sunlight early in the morning, enough for you to have a few pots.

Often, Sephiroth would surprise you and bring seeds from the flower shop on the corner after his soldier shifts.

“Could you imagine me with a real garden?”

“Of course honey.”

You smiled brightly at him.

“I can imagine you with chickens and feeding bunnies even though they try to mess with your produce….” He went on.

“Mm what else?”

“Maybe we’ll get you a flower arranging table so you can make your own arrangements…” He was taking this very seriously, ready to invest in your happiness.

“And you can help me pick out what to grow!” You said while playing with the buttons on his shirt.

Sephiroth smiled at you.

“We can grow anything you want. I’ll do all the hefty work.”

“Hey..it’s a team effort,” You said adamantly.

“Anything you want.” He lowered himself to kiss your forehead then your lips hastily. You were beaming.

⟢

Aerith had fairy lights strung up around the garden. As the sun set, everything was illuminated and soon the music grew calmer.

“Ya wanna dance?” You asked while sharing a chair with Sephiroth. You sat in his lap wiggling your eyebrows at him awaiting his response.

Anything for you, He thought to himself. Sephiroth was not a people person let alone a dancer. But leave it to you with your gorgeous smile, he’d dance with you all night if you wanted.

“Lead the way honey.”

You both got up and joined the others dancing. On Possession by Sea Oleena played as you both swayed.

You stared at Sephiroths features, he was breathtaking, truly ethereal. The both of you matching, his white button up to go with your white and yellow dress.

“You’re an angel.” You spoke out loudly. He literally was but that still took him by surprise. You loved complimenting him when he least expected it.

“Its all you sweetheart, I look good for you.” He meant that.

“Stop Seph, you’ll make me cry.” Every moment together was like this. Even during the most mundane moments, he always made you feel special.

“You look pretty when you cry. Plus they’ll be happy tears.” He added.

You could see the love in his eyes. Emotion pools, and you recognize the warmth in them.

“I’m gonna marry you.” You say breathlessly. Sephiroth smiled agreeably at you.

“In my head we’re already married honey.”

—

xx <3

[ellamuffin97]

You are mine 💚

Pairing : Loki x Fem!Reader

Rating:E

Warnings : spice , sexy flashbacks, jealousy, possessive behaviour, alcohol, cursing

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You sat at the bar and swirled around the watery remains of your drink. You stared at the melting ice at the bottom of your glass, totally wrapped up in your thoughts.

His voice got so damn rough and low when he was inside you. It was coarse, like shrapnel—it bit into your skin and stayed there, embedded and scarred over, whether you liked it or not.

“Fuck, just like that, kærasta . You feel so good.”

Loki’s hands gripped your ass, guiding your movements as you rode him, your palms resting heavy on his pecs.

“Mmmm, are you going to cum for me? That’s it, make yourself cum on my cock.”

You collapsed forward, forearms landing on either side of his head, hands tangled in his hair, lips pressed to his corded neck. He bent his knees to brace for leverage and started fucking up into you, holding you tight against him as you fell apart.

“Shit, yes, cum for me—I can feel it.”

The loud scrape of a barstool ripped you back to the present moment, and you looked around quickly, hoping your face hadn’t betrayed your filthy thoughts. You’d come here to not think about him.

Needless to say, it wasn’t working.

You were starting to forget why you’d told Loki so many months ago that your relationship was purely casual and would never be anything more. Only fucking him after you had missions together meant seeing him sporadically at best—a few days at a time, maybe a blissful week if you were lucky and the mission needed more time or if the target that you’d follow was far away. Then you’d go your separate ways, not seeing him for weeks or sometimes months, until Stark needs him and Thor again so they have to come back from Asgard .

The last mission you’d had together was three weeks ago. You didn’t like to admit it (even to yourself), but you’d asked him for help when you really didn’t need it. You could have easily catch the target alone… but the job required so much damn time in another country that you couldn’t fathom wasting all that valuable time without him. You weren’t going to not take advantage of six long days London with nothing to do but fuck. You had no regrets about the white lie.

And to your relief, neither Loki didn’t say anything when the target was suspiciously simple to catch.

But if you were at the point of lying about anything just to see him, why did you have this stupid rule in the first place? He had made it clear on several occasions that he wanted your partnership to be more than just about work.

“Stay with me. I want you here.”

No, no. You knew why you drew that line in the sand. You kept him at arm’s length because it was safe. This arrangement was simple. Straightforward. Smart. No strings or complications. After all, his invitation to stay with him wasn’t a promise—it didn’t ensure loyalty or preclude loss. Nothing did. Sooner or later, he’d get tired of you, or you’d get tired of him. Someone would end up too attached and heartbroken.

You couldn’t lose someone who wasn’t yours.

Living by that truth made things easy. Right? Yes. Yes, it did.

…Then why didn’t it feel easy anymore? Why did it hurt so fucking much every time he left Midgard straight after every single mission ?

That wasn’t a question you were ready to unpack at the moment. You signalled to the bartender for another drink, just as a man slid onto the stool next to you. You turned to look at him, and the corners of your mouth turned up in a smile.

Alright, he’d be a sexy enough distraction. If you couldn’t excise the shards of Loki that had worked their way under your skin, the least you could do was find a fun way to ignore them.

Authors pov :

She was here. Of course, she was here.

Seeing her was the last thing he needed. He was here to distract himself, to buy a bottle of something strong and escape to the solitude he finds his peace in . And once he was there, he would not think about her and her soft lips. No, he wasn’t going to think about how beautiful she looked splayed out in his bed , sweaty and wild and his.

*****

“Are you going to join me in here or are you just going to stand there and look at me?” she teased.

She sat up with a wicked smile on her lips and crawled to the end of the bed . She knelt at the edge, reaching out to grasp his shirt and tug him forward. He happily complied, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Speaking of nice views,” she purred. “I love when you wear those leather trousers .”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah… now let’s get them off.”

She bowed her head and pressed her lips to the side of his neck, and he tipped his head to the side to give her better access, a quiet moan escaping through his lips. Before he even knew what was happening, she had curled her fingers around the black elastic of his boxers, extended them toward her, and let them snap back . He grunted in surprise, but his playful words of protest died on his tongue when she set her teeth against his skin. She slid her hand in his trousers , rubbing and playing with his dick while her free palm wandered up over the taut muscles of his biceps.

*****

“Excuse me.” The bite of an irritated voice cut through his moment of reminiscence, loud enough to jolt him out of one of his favorite memories.

Loki looked around as a woman pushed past him. He stepped out of the way and muttered an apology. He hadn’t realized he was frozen in the doorway, completely blocking the exit.

He looked back over at the bar. His heart dropped.

No, she wasn’t his. She was definitely not his.

The proof was right in front of his fucking face. There she was, chatting up some handsome man who’d just sat down beside her, her hand playfully swatting his forearm—not that he even needed proof to know she wasn’t his. From the very beginning, she was crystal clear that all he’d ever be to her was an occasional mission partner and casual fuck. And he accepted her boundaries because as much as it hurt to watch her locking inside her room after every job, he’d rather give up his room in the tower and go back with his brother in Asgard .

He would rather have a piece of her than nothing at all .

Loki knew he should go. The smart thing to do would be to turn around right now and head back to Asgard. Staying and watching this unfold would just add more weight to the heavy feeling in his chest—the feeling that settled there months ago, after the first time you’d had sex and she left the next morning, the feeling that only relented when she was by his side once again.

But… if he stayed, he would get to see her for a little while. And… who knows? Maybe she’d see him too, come over, and stop talking to that asshole?

Could that man be considered an asshole for doing nothing wrong? The worst crime he had committed was choosing the most beautiful woman to talk to.

Yes, Loki decided. He was an asshole.

He moved further into the pub , making a beeline for the bar. He stopped at the far end, hand balled into a fist on the wooden counter. He didn’t even notice when the bartender came up and asked him if he wanted anything.

He was too preoccupied watching her. She was largely faced away from him, her body angled toward the idiot she was shamelessly flirting with. For a moment, though, she turned slightly, and the look on her face broke something inside him .It was a look—open and wanting, soft around the edges—that he thought she reserved only for him.

He also watched her smile at him, and an ugly feeling rippled through him—anger, craving, possession. It unfurled through his body like tendrils of smoke, filling up every inch of him until he felt like he was going to choke.

She turned just far enough to meet his gaze, and his feet were moving before he knew what he was going to do.

Enough.

***

Apparently, this stranger was not a good enough distraction. You were talking with him, doing some of your best flirting—despite how eye-wateringly strong his cologne was—and all you could think about was Loki. The man prattled on, not noticing that you weren’t listening to him at all as you slipped right back to a fonder memory.

You were tucked against Loki’s chest in the dark haven of his room, and he was nuzzling his jaw against the side of your neck. He breathed you in.

“You smell good.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Like flowers… and vanilla and a little bit like smoke.”

You smiled against him and leaned up to press your nose to his neck, inhaling.

“You smell good too. Like whisky and something warm… I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Sweat,” he offered.

“No,” you laughed, “Like cinnamon or pine trees… and maybe a light hint of sweat.”

Loki growled and flipped you on your back, bracing himself over you. “Told you,” he teased, dipping down to kiss a line along your collarbone.

“I still like it,” you whispered.

When you realized you were smiling in a slightly dazed, lovesick way, you glanced away from the man in front of you, turning your head to hide your expression. You didn’t want him to think you were looking at him that way.

And when you turned, you caught a familiar gleam of blue eyes in your periphery. As if you’d summoned him straight out of your daydream, Loki was standing at the far end of the bar, his eyes fixed on your face. You smiled at him, and the corners of your mouth turned up even more when he started to make his way around the bar, heading in your direction.

Yes.

You watched him as he walked over, wondering if he’d be open to heading straight to the tower .

And when he reached you… he didn’t so much as pause—you couldn’t detect even the smallest hitch in his step. He walked right on by, tossing a curt nod of acknowledgement in your direction. You didn’t even have the chance to reciprocate his nod before he’d passed.

You were too shocked to even be offended; you were just… crushed.

No, not crushed. Just surprised.

Your gaze followed his back as he wove through the tables. You expected him to find an empty one, to seek the solitude that he so often preferred over the company of most, but instead, he stopped in front of a round booth in the back corner where a beautiful woman was sitting alone. You watched in shock as he said something inaudible to her, and she beamed up at him, sliding over on the bench so he could sit beside her.

What the fuck.

“You okay?”

You snapped your attention back to the man in front of you. He’d finally noticed that you weren’t paying him the slightest bit of attention anymore.

“Uh, yeah sorry… I, uh, have to go.”

“Oh, okay.” The disappointment in his voice was palpable.

He’d recover.

“Have a good night,” you said, absentmindedly patting his arm as you got to your feet.

For a few stunned moments, you stood there by the bar and watched Loki blatantly flirt with this random woman. You couldn’t hear what he was saying from there, but it was clearly… effective. Before they’d exchanged more than a few sentences, she had a hand on his fucking knee.

Your brain stalled.

Normally , Loki terrified everyone he came into contact with. And you didn’t blame them—he wanted to take over the whole planet and caused disaster . You’d seen bigger men than himself flinch when he scratched his arm… and yet, this woman was completely comfortable with him right off the bat, positively swooning.

What the fuck was he saying to her?

He braced an arm on the back of the booth, around her shoulders, and she fluttered her lashes up at him. You could tell from the way his head was tilted towards her that she had his complete, undivided attention. You knew that look well.

Jealousy blazed hot and urgent inside you.

He was putting on a show for you, baiting you. He had to be. He was usually awkward and monosyllabic around strangers. You prided yourself on how talkative and warm he had become around you—only with you. Or at least, you thought he was only like that with you.

The woman slid her hand up a few inches on his thigh . That got your feet moving.

You stalked over to where he was sitting, faced away from you, his body fully angled toward the woman. To your absolute horror, as you moved closer, you started to catch their conversation.

“—you look so strong” the woman giggled, reaching out to grip his bicep.

Loki just hummed his agreement and fucking flexed his arm under her fingers.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

She oooo-ed at the show of muscle, and your fists clenched almost as tightly as your jaw.

He leaned toward her even more, his huge frame dwarfing her. “Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?”

SWEETHEART.

Your vision flashed crimson, the edges burned black.

Before she could answer, you slapped a palm down on their table to make your presence known. The woman looked up at you with wide, confused eyes, immediately retracting her hand from Loki’s thigh. Good.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes trained on you over his shoulder.

“Yes?” he asked, his voice calm and even.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” you gritted out.

He didn’t move. “What do you need?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “To talk to you.”

“Well, we were about to—” the woman started to protest then caught the threatening look on your face and recoiled, scooting backward on the bench.

Something primal in your chest purred in satisfaction every time she drew away from Loki in response to your presence. You wanted to chase that feeling.

Before you could stop yourself, you moved in even more. You stood right behind where he sat on the edge of the bench, and leaned over him, one of your hands finding a home on his knee, the other draped possessively around his shoulders.

His eyes were still turned toward you, but he didn’t move. You fixed the woman with a searing gaze.

She scrunched her eyebrows, her eyes flicking between where your hands were resting on Loki’s body and up to his unmoving face, which was glued to your own face. She no longer had his attention. It was all on you.

As it should be.

“Would you give us a minute?” you asked, your lips pursed tightly in a fake smile.

The woman let out an awkward, disbelieving laugh—which was fair, you were kicking her out of her own table after all—and shuffled around the booth, getting to her feet. “Yeah, okay, I guess I’ll let you two talk.”

“Thanks so much.”

When she was gone, Loki slid along the bench, making room for you to sit. When he turned toward you, your face was set in anger again, hand still clutching his knee.

He reclined against the seat, calm as can be. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

You scoffed at him. “Uh, what the fuck was that?”

He cocked his head the tiniest bit. “What was what?”

“That little performance? That flirting? What the fuck was that?”

“It was flirting,” he deadpanned. “Well spotted.”

Your jaw fell open, and you sputtered for a moment. “You-you were just doing it to get under my skin—it was so obvious. You’re not acting like yourself at all.”

He chuckled. “If I was doing it to get under your skin, I’d say it’s working.”

You let go of his knee to cross your arms over your chest defensively. “I mean—yeah, it was pretty painful to watch you throw yourself at her like that… though that tactic seemed to work on her,” you conceded, looking away from him for a moment.

Suddenly Loki thawed, dropping his nonchalant facade and leaning toward you to rest a hand on your thigh.

“You can just say you were jealous.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, ignoring the way his touch lit up all the nerves in your body.

He shrugged and continued:”You know I’d rather flirt with you, but we’re not on a mission together right now, so…”

“Yeah, well, you know what? I’m starting to rethink my policy,” you huffed.

He squeezed your thigh. “Good.”

You rolled your eyes at his smug reply. “You could have just told me that you wanted more, you know.”

“I have told you that. Many times.”

Suddenly, you felt silly. The anger that had flared so hot and bright faded, leaving you feeling exposed. You dropped your arms and sighed. He was right. This whole situation had been orchestrated by… you.

“Yeah, okay, you have.”

He crowded your space suddenly, draping his arm around your shoulder and dipping his lips down to your ear.

“And I’ll tell you again if it helps,” he growled, his voice dipping an octave

“I want you to be mine and only mine … all the time , forever kærasta”

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

He drew back, settling into a relaxed position.

“now , what is it exactly what you wanted from me? Voice it out babe”

You knew exactly what you wanted. You’d known from the beginning. That possessive feeling in your chest stirred again.

You rested your hand on his knee again and looked up in his eyes. “I want that too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled up at him.

Loki stiffened, his back straightening, as your hand wandered up his thigh, settling brazenly between his legs. He was still as a statue, his breath suddenly shallow as he hardened under your touch.

“Mine,” you breathed, squeezing him lightly.

“You and that delicious dick of yours “

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Thor’s child and longing for a Midgardian

Thor Odinson x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anon 🧀: “hi!!! Can I reqs a thor odinson x daughter reader where reader is secretly crushing on a Midgardian girl. and you know how loki can basically read minds he figures it out eventually and everyday her and uncle loki sneak to Midgard to see this girl behind thors back, but funny thing is she's never had a crush before and this one being on a Midgardian girl she's like super confused. and one day thor catches them and she has to explain how she feels abt this girl to him and he's like "....welp i love a Midgardian woman too!" And she's like super relieved and thor goes and meets her(crush) and he's super sweet to her Then thor and uncle loki help her confess to this girl and one day y/n goes to her and just tells her how she feels and by this point they are like best friends so she's super nervous but the girl likes her too and she goes back home and screams to uncle loki abt how amazing she is and what had happened while loki is just laughing at her inexperience with partners.”

you were quite the rebel, you thought

asgardian royalty with a terrible secret: you’d fallen for a midgardian

and just how were you supposed to make that work, it was laughable

heimdall always made sure to cover for you when you made your “trips”

“be sure to be back by supper, y/n. you know how your father gets” -heimdall

“yes, yes, ‘we must feast, my child!’” -you mocked

“you’d be surprised at how much you and him have in common, young one” -heimdall

“he is my father, after all. i’d hope to be like him, although i fear i’m already quite more brave and strong than he could ever hope to be” -you snarked

“be gone, thorson/dottir, before you make me chuckle” -heimdall

lol ur lil human partner made u chuckle for sure theyre so fragile

oh, and they didn’t exactly know what you were…as in a nordic “god” from the realm of asgard visiting midgard against your better judgement

“your accent is so cute, what is it exactly?” -s/o

“uh, brit—austr—slav—it’s um, well i just grew up around, you know, that area with a bunch of different accents. bit of mutt.” -you

“oh, so like, you’re from new england?” -s/o

“there’s a new england? what was wrong with the old one?” -you

yeah you were not so good at hiding that you clearly weren’t from around there

but you were learning. slowly

meanwhile on asgard

“y/n, you have a strange look upon your face” -loki “might i acquaint it to…love?”

your eyes went wide and loki gave a mischievous smile that would normal shake you a bit, but this love kept you fearless

“oh, dont you give me that look, uncle. are you mad?” -you “ah, what am i saying? ‘course you are”

“oh do i have a look? no, this is just my normal face” -loki, sarcastically

“see, that i’d believe. except you’re truly a menace when someone is happy” -loki

“not to you, oh never!” -loki “so tell me more?”

you rolled your eyes and left it to the imagination, as you weren’t quite ready to let any details go yet

and even thor was starting to get suspicious

“my child, you speak of this love yet i have not seen them! and why do i hear this from loki, am i not your father?” -thor

“yes, you are, but it’s not a big deal. let’s not get lost in the details. just young fascination, might be gone by tomorrow” -you, desperately trying to throw off the trail

he gasps

“you are lying to your own father!” -thor

“am not” -you

“our lineage does not simply become fascinated one day and bored the next, who is this person you do not wish for me to know of?” -thor

you both stare at each other

your lips curl up a bit

his do, as well

“are they of another realm?” -thor

“how did you know?!” -you

“because mine is too!” -thor

“you lie to me?!” -you

“i just forgot to mention it” -thor

“convenient!” -you

“midgardian?” -thor

“…you’re good” -you

“like father, like child” -thor

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[sharksscripting]

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Breeding — Kinktober

Word Count: 1.4k

Includes: Breeding, Begging, Rough Sex, Hinted Handcuffs, Marking, Biting, Hickeys.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50455189

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/353310470-𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐊𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢-𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐱-𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You have been dating Loki for years now, with him being a god it had both it's positive and negatives however there was one specific perk you loved the most—the sex. It was, well, godly.

Shifting your position on the king-sized bed you feel a weight move off of the bed, looking over your shoulder you see Loki fleeing to the bathroom, over-sized Midgardian pants covering his toned legs. Odd... he hates mortal clothing.

The bathrooms door slams shut, shaking his bedroom. Your feet quickly carry you over to the door, you knock.

"Loki? Are you alright?" You ask, your tone laced with concern for your lover.

"I'm fine." He grumbles, you hear the sound of cabinets being opened frantically before he snaps his fingers.

"What are you doing in there?" You question.

"Nothing." He replies quickly, you hear a bottle squirt some sort of liquid, your guess was soap... or it was until you heard a sloshing sound.

"Loki open the door." You demand, tugging and turning the handle of the door.

"No." He snaps, his breath hitching as he continues to make whatever noise.

"Loki." You warn, suddenly the door flies open and your pinned against it as it shuts. Looking down you see his hardened cock in his large hand, lotion lathered over it.

"Shut it, slut." He snaps before kissing your harshly.

"Lo-" Before you have a chance to protest you're being turned around, his bulge rubbing against your rear.

Then suddenly the feeling is gone, he has stepped back. You turn to face him once again when you see his skin changing. His once pale, creamy skin is now rough and blue—lapis colored lines along his arms and chest down to his still very hard dick.

"You need to leave, [First Name]." Loki demands, now in his Jotun form.

"No." You argue.

"Darling, please." He pleas. "It is for your own good..."

"Tell me what's wrong, Loki." You step closer to the now 10 foot tall man, your hands come up to his abs—the cool feeling of his torso cause you to shiver—and you hear him suck in a breath.

"Get. Out." He warns again, begging you to leave.

Your eyes dart down to his penis that is now leaking with pre, your right hand travels down his abs to his V-line when it is suddenly yanked away. Loki quickly grabs your other wrist and pins both of them back against the bathrooms door. You look up at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I am going to tell you this once more, darling. If you do not leave I will fuck you, claim you, breed you." His now red eyes meet yours, they're filled with lust.

"Breed me?"

"Fuck..." He pulls you over his shoulder before walking out of the restroom and throwing you back onto the dark green, satin sheets. "In Jotun it is summer, meaning, it is a heat season."

"So?" You ask, your head tilts—like a confused puppy.

"So, It is how it effects animals... a heat cycle."

Your eyes widen, cheeks flush. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I thought since we are on Midgard it wouldn't.." He groans and rocks his hips against you instinctively. "Effect me."

"Well, if you need sex all you had to do was ask." You smile.

"It's not the same, darling... I have the urge to claim you, fuck you so hard you're seeing stars, breed you, make you pregnant with my heir." He growls, blue hands find your wrists once more, pinning you to the bed.

"I am more than ready for that, Loki." Your smile remains.

"What?" He laughs.

"Breed me, Loki. Claim me as yours." You tease him, locking your legs around his bare waist and tugging him closer so his cock is aligned with your clothed cunt.

"You don't know what you're saying, pet." He grunts as he moves his hips—his pelvis rubbing against the back of your thighs.

"Please?" You smirk.

Without another word your pants are shucked down along with your panties, his hard cock now resting on your nude cunt.

"Are you sure, darling? I will not hold back, my cock will lodge so far into your little pussy there will be no possible way to avoid being bred." Loki smirks.

"Y-Yes.." You whimper, squirming under his hold.

"Good, pet." His smirk grows, his red eyes swarm with lust as he looks down at his prey—you.

His cold, blue hands trail down your sides, his palms rubbing against your waist, hips, down to your thighs before they dip into inner thigh. The pads of his fingers slowly caress your cunt before dipping in one finger. You whimper.

"What happened to not holding back?" You smirk, trying to get more of him from your lover.

"You'll wait, slut." He snaps before inserting two more fingers, now pumping into your tight pussy. "You're not allowed to cum until I allow you."

You nod, your hips rocking to match his fingers thrusting into you. He smirks at your reactions before he brings his face closer to yours.

"So eager... so wanting." He mumbles against your throat before nibbling on it, you moan.

His left hand tightens his grip on your wrists before you feel a heavier force on them, you attempt to look up when his hand slides down your arms to your chin—forcing you to look at him as he marks your neck.

"Don't take your eyes off me, pet." Loki demands.

You whimper in reply, his right hand continues to pump in and out of you. His lips trail down your chest before finally reaching your hard nipples. Loki takes one of them into his cold mouth, the sensation causing you to moan loudly.

"Let me hear you." He smirks before continuing to bite and toy with your tits.

"Loki!" You whine, wanting more of his mouth, his hands, him.

"Louder, slut." He inserts a fourth finger into your dripping cunt then takes your nipple back into his mouth, his cold tongue lapping on the hard nub.

"I need you! Loki! Please! Do what you promised, breed me, cum inside me!"

He finally snaps, his hands come off you—leaving your cunt aching and wanting. Your juices left on his hand he uses as lube, stroking up and down his cock before he inserts it into you and a harsh thrust. His hands find your hips and he begins to pound into you.

"Loki!" You moan, the sound filling the Midgardian room.

"I'm going to breed you... cum inside you until you're filled, make you pregnant with my heir... oh fuck, pet." He grunts, his head flies back as he picks up his pace.

"Yes! Fill me.. oh fuck.. please, please, Loki!" You beg, chasing your own release. When he stops.

"Remember what I said, slut. You cum when I say you can." He smirks as he thrusts harder into you.

"No... Loki, please!" You whine.

"Oh... fuck, pet. I'm so close..."

Loki moves one of his hands from your hips to your clit, stroking and rubbing gently. Much different than his cock.

"Take it, take it!" He shouts before shooting his load into your cunt. He continues to pound you, not daring to stop until you cum. Loki strokes your clit faster.

"Say it, say my name as you cum, pet." He demands.

"L-Loki!" You scream as you release.

He slowly pulls out, there are marks all over your hips, your throat marked with hickeys, your wrists bruised. Loki slowly shifts back to his normal form, the blue fades from his skin.

"You did so good, princess." He smiles before hooking his arm under your back. "We're going to have a child... a little us." Loki grins, happily.

"Mm... yes, we are, Loki." You smile back. He quickly lifts you up then carries you to the bathroom. Placing you in the tub he sinks in the hot water beside you.

"I love you." He mutters, taking you into his lap as he caresses your back.

"I love you too, my god."

He laughs. "Yes, I am your god."

What a perfect way to start a family... your perfect lover with you, forever, a little version of both of you. You smile as you kiss him.

"Yes, you are."

[beecanons]

better yet Loki or Bucky (marvel) with autism reader :3333

loki and bucky with an autistic reader!

loki~

doesnt fully understand it at first but once you explain a little about neurodivergences he catches on and will probably make a comparison to something from asgard

does all the research on it, learns what midgard knows about this and gets frustrated with the history of mistreatment and such.

has no shame in admitting he's learning about it just for you. but will ask you dont go around telling people about this side of him, especially dont mention it to thor or he'll never hear the end of it.

very observant of your behaviours, stims, sensitivities and preferences.

"dont pick that one, love, it has a texture you dislike" "..i warned you"

he will do whatever he can to help you with a meltdown, he has outlets for his own anger so hes more than ready to help you find outlets to avoid hurting yourself.

you spend hours talking, especially about interests. he's happy to have someone to talk with and listen to him and is more than happy to listen to you rant and ramble about your special interests

will summon a stim or texture object for you to fidget with if you need.

need to sit in a quiet place and de-stim? he'll find a dimly lt corner and sit with you, maybe read to you if you'd like.

extremely respectful of boundaries, listens when you struggle and does what he can to help be it communication or otherwise

pays attention to your ques when you need or cant stand physical touch.

if anything makes you insecure he'll compliment you on it or avoid comments on it if you prefer.

Bucky~

a little slow with wrapping his head around it, came from a time where there was a lot of stigma around high support needs autistic folk so he might have some things to unlearn and a lot of new stuff to learn.

tries his best to memorise your sensitivities and preferences but will mix a few things up.

off handedly remembers a lot of details you dont expect him to catch onto, especially when it comes to how you communicate.

will come up with nicknames based on comparing your behaviours he finds cute with certain animals who have the same behaviours.

if you like organizing things hes a mess and never remembers where you put things and has to ask every time because hes used to chaotic order.

picks up on your stims and even starts doing a few himself without realizing.

"hey, fruit bat, where'd the keys go?" "...obviously by the door, right"

loves going to the movies with you but makes sure you get a good seat in the back not too close to the speakers or too close/far from the screen so you arent over stimulated.

stops wearing cologne because youre sensitive to scents and he doesnt want to give you a headache

need something cold/smooth to calm down/relax? you can hold onto his metal arm

isnt sure how to handle your meltdowns but does what he can to help you, breaths with you if you need it maybe even has you rest your head on his chest to help you calm down when its over.

[bookofmirth]

What could happen to the Prison in acotar5?

As a preview, this post is going to be hella long. It focuses on things we learned primarily on acosf and hofas. It also discusses the Illyrians and the Valkyries, Pegasuses, the 8-pointed star, and the fallout from Avallen being restored by Bryce. 

The tl;dr is that I think that the Valkyries (and potentially some Illyrians) could serve as guardians for the Prison, along with being a neutral political force and army in Prythian, not aligned with a specific court but rather being a balance between them all. 

Before you proceed, be aware that I tend towards analysis of the current content of the books, not theorizing about what will happen in the future, so this may not read like theories that other people in the fandom come up with. A majority of this is facts from the books, with me tying things together to think about the implications.

Part one: what we know based on HOFAS

First, it's helpful to get some context for what we know (for sure) about the Prison:

It was the land of dusk (not a Court in the way Prythian currently has courts).

After the events with Fionn, Theia, Helena, Silene, and Pelias, the land was mostly abandoned.

When Silene returned from Midgard, she created the Prison in order to hide the Harp, using the monsters she put there to deter anyone from looking for it. Silene decided if this place was seen as cursed, then let it be cursed.

We also find out that Silene left her portion of Theia's light under the Prison, which Bryce then took.

There is also a large cache of firstlight remaining under the Prison.

When Bryce used Truthteller and Gwydion/the Starsword to heal Avallen, Pegasuses appeared again.

Avallen and the Prison are in "thin" spots in the universe that make it easy to travel from one planet to the other (fwiw, this idea is not unique to sjm. See: Stephen King.) These spots are identifiable by the mists that surround them.

These thin spots are also on the nexus of ley lines, where energy flows.

It stands to reason that when Bryce "unlocked" Avallen, the energy and magic that it now experiences will flow to other places along the ley lines, IE the Prison. It's also implied that the land keeping the power imprisoned is one of the reasons it grew sick.

Bryce's actions in hofas have implications for Prythian. While the above is related to the Prison, we also have:

Nesta now has possession of the Starsword/Gwydion

Azriel's reaction to Truthteller and the Starsword being together

The 8-pointed star (more on that later)

Part two: what we know based on ACOSF

So based on this information, we need to go back to acosf and look at what sjm left for us. 

The main thing to keep in mind is that Nesta found the Harp in the Prison, and that it was laying on an 8-pointed star. 

One of the main dangling threads from acosf - that we know to be canon, that is not a theory or supposition - is that the Illyrians and the Valkyries are going to continue training together. We know that Mor is interested in training with the Valkyries. From hofas, we know that Nesta is every bit as well trained now as she was in the months since acosf.

Now, there are a couple of partially-fulfilled statements from acosf that I think are relevant here, in addition to Valkyries and Illyrians continuing to train.

The first is the wish that Nesta made on the friendship bracelets. 

"I wish for us to have the courage to go out into the world when we are ready, but to always be able to find our way back to each other. No matter what." (chp 59)

We know that in the Blood Rite, the second half of that wish was fulfilled. The first half has not been fulfilled yet. That gives us very good reason to assume that the first half will be fulfilled.

All three of them, Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn, will go out into the world at some point in the future. 

There is another, much larger implication that was made in acosf:

Nesta smirked. “If we are to be Valkyries born again,” she said, “maybe we should combine the Illyrian and Valkyrie techniques.” She’d meant it in jest, but the words rumbled through the space, as if she’d spoken some great truth, something that made fate sit up. Azriel turned to them fully this time, eyes narrowed. Like those shadows had whispered something to him. A chill breathed down Nesta’s spine. Cassian stared into their faces. Like he beheld something he hadn’t seen there before. (chp 44)

And the later on:

Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me.” Cassian’s throat tightened, and even from across the ring, he could see Nesta’s eyes gleaming with pride and pain. Emerie said, “Nothing can break us.” The world seemed to pause at the words. As if it had been following one path and now branched off in another direction. In a hundred years, a thousand, this moment would still be etched in his mind. That he would tell his children, his grandchildren, Right then and there. That was when it all changed. Azriel went wholly still, as if he, too, had felt the shift. As if he, too, were aware that far larger forces peered into that training ring as Gwyn moved. (chp 60)

SJM used similar phrasing in the same book for which we know the consequences: 

Strike after strike, and Cassian could have sworn the world paused as she unleashed herself with the same intensity she brought to training.

This is when Nesta is Making the weapons, which we find out later is actually a significant moment, not just Cassian being hyperbolic about how great his mate is. Then, when Nesta is using the Mask and Harp to heal Feyre, the world also pauses. This phrasing is used when something important is happening - even if we don't know what the implications are, yet.

Given that we know for sure that the Illyrians and the Valkyries are going to continue training, and there are loose threads because we don't know the implications of fate/the world standing up at Nesta's, Emerie's, and Gwyn's statements and/or actions, there is a very, very good chance that the Valkyries will continue being a big part of acotar. 

My final point about the Valkyries is that in myth, they rode horses through the sky - not Pegasuses because those are from Greek myth, and Valkyries are Norse. But they fly through the sky on horses nonetheless. (This is literally the only piece of evidence I have coming from outside the books.) Pegasuses are connected to Avallen and likely the Prison. We know that Helion keeps some, but they are struggling to breed/thrive. (We also know that sjm loves to take what she wants from myth, so it’s not a stretch to think she’d shrug at the Greek/Norse distinction.)

All of this together tells me that the Valkyries have more story coming, and it is connected to the Illyrians'.

Part three: The 8-pointed star

A common thread between both series is the 8-pointed star. There are a few ways in which it is used:

Nesta and Cassian's bargain tattoo in acosf. They both had this tattoo on them - an Illyrian and a Valkyrie. 

Bryce also has the 8-pointed star on her chest that glows when she is near people who will aid her or who are part of the Starborn line. When she took the piece of Theia's light, it went into her star and powered her up.

The Harp was resting on an 8-pointed star in the Prison, where Silene left it.

In HOFAS, Bryce put Truthteller and Gwydion into the slots of an 8-pointed star in order to revive Avallen.

When training, Cassian teaches the Valkyries the 8-pointed star sequence. This is a series of moves that they make with a sword, and is an Illyrian technique. 

Cassian walked her through eight different cuts and blocks. Each was an individual move, he’d explained, and like the punches, they could be combined. (chp 38) “I’d thought today would be a good day to integrate the eight-pointed star, but if you’re already complaining, we can wait until next week.” (chp 44) Nesta lifted the sword and executed a perfect arcing slash. Her weight shifted to her legs just as she flipped the blade, leading with the hilt, and brought up her arm against an invisible blow. Another shift and the sword swept down, a brutal slash that would have sliced an opponent in half. Each slice was perfect. Like that eight-pointed star was stamped on her very heart. (chp 50)

And finally, at the end of HOFAS, Bryce gives Gwydion to Nesta and tells her to explore the 8-pointed star:

“I think that eight-pointed star was tattooed on you for a reason. Take that sword and go figure out why.”

Note that it’s not just a matter of the star, anymore. Both Cassian and Nesta were tattooed with it; Bryce used Gwydion and Truthteller to activate the star in Avallen. And now, Nesta is in possession of Gwydion with knowledge about the Prison and a connection to the star. There are elements coming together, and those elements are connected to both Illyrians AND Valkyries. 

My thinking is that the 8-pointed star is the symbol of the dusk land, the Starborn Princes in Midgard (Theia) and in Prythian, of the first and only High King. If that land is where the Valkyries will be reborn and where Starborn power is from, and we know it is the source of a huge cache of firstlight, then that star is a symbol of what has been lost - and what is about to be revived.

So now the question is - what part will the Valkyries and Illyrians play?

Part four: What might happen to the Prison?

To sum up the above, and adding on a couple of small points that don’t fit elsewhere:

We know that the Illyrians and Valkyries will continue training

We have very heavy-handed phrasing around the world/fate paying attention to the idea of the Valkyries being reborn and working with Illyrians.

We have the connection between Valkyries, Illyrians, and the 8-pointed star because it is also an Illyrian sword technique that is being taught to the Valkyries.

We know that the Prison is going to go through some changes akin to puberty.

In addition, we have Gwyn being allowed to write the Valkyries into the books she is researching. 

SJM has also said that Nesta’s story is going to continue.

Since we know that the Prison is going to change and there are these characters and groups poised for action - I haven’t even touched on Ramiel and the Illyrians being created by the Dagsteri, Azriel and his connection to Truthteller and Enalius, and his reaction to the TT/Gwydion, and will do that in a separate post - we can make some predictions about how that might look. If it’s going to make sense, sjm has to think beyond the magic system that she has… sort-of established, and past the involvement of individual characters. There are a few things to take into consideration with the Prison.

It is very likely that Pegasuses will return to the island as it is suffused with magic and energy again. 

There are also other, unforeseen magical consequences as the magic flows back into it, thanks to the ley lines being “unblocked” by Bryce. 

It may become easier for people/creatures to travel between worlds, given that it is a thin place that has been "unlocked". 

The Prison is still full of prisoners! They are monsters that Silene gathered to hide the Harp, but... does that mean they just get released? Get slaughtered? Do they now have access to the power of the island? What is going to happen with them? 

The High Lords cannot all be trusted to stay within their own courts, minding their own business. Beron is the most obvious example, as he has his eye on Spring while Tamlin is Suffering. 

If there were another court established, one that sits on a huge reserve of firstlight, that could be a huge point of contention amongst the courts. Even if the High Lords don’t want it for themselves, they wouldn’t want anyone else to have it on the chance that one of them would use it against the others. In acomaf, Rhys explains that the Prison is keyed to his blood and that he has jurisdiction of it; however:

“Do all the High Lords have access?” My words were so soft they were devoured by the dark. Even that thrumming power in my veins had vanished, burrowing somewhere in my bones. “No. The Prison is law unto itself; the island may be even an eighth court. But it falls under my jurisdiction, and my blood is keyed to the gates.” (chp 18)

We don’t know yet what that reserve of firstlight is going to mean for the island.

To me, it makes sense for us to have a more neutral third party come in. One who doesn’t have ties to a specific court, but could act in all of their interests. 

Enter: the newly reformed Valkyries. 

I have had a personal headcanon that the Valkyries, once fully established, could create another political/martial entity in Prythian that can help balance the power between all the courts, and provide support when needed. This is how they worked before, which Cassian talks about in acosf: 

“The Valkyries fought when even the bravest males would not. The Illyrians tried to forget that. I fought against males who were my superiors, arguing to help the Valkyries. They beat me senseless, chained me to a supply wagon, and left me there. When I came to, the battle was over, the Valkyries slain.”

Valkyries and Illyrians don’t have the best history, but given that Cassian tried to help them, and that they are working together now, this could be a way of righting a wrong. It could help to explain why fate/the world is taking note. 

The Valkyrie ethos makes sense for this sort of neutral position, too:

“A clan of female warriors from another territory. They were better fighters than the Illyrians, even. The Valkyrie name was just a title, though—they weren’t a race like the Illyrians. They hailed from every type of Fae, usually recruited from birth or early childhood. They had three stages of training: Novice, Blade, and finally Valkyrie. To become one was the highest honor in their land. Their territory is gone now, subsumed into others.”

An improved Valkyrie force, especially if they continue learning Illyrian techniques and recruiting from women across Prythian, could be a big factor in upcoming conflicts with Kochei or any other villain sjm comes up with. They would ensure that the firstlight would be used fairly, so that no court is advantaged or disadvantaged unfairly. It would continue the threads that sjm has left for us, while also giving us space to explore questions that have yet to be answered (such as Azriel’s connection to Truthteller and Enalius). While I think that Nesta would keep her home in the House of Wind, the Prison island would be a good place from which the Valkyries can work - both guarding the monsters that are there, and keeping the firstlight safe.

I believe that Nesta will be the most important character when it comes to reviving the island; while it is heavily implied that the island is already going to have access to its powers thanks to being impacted by Avallen's healing - it is likely already on its way to healing - Nesta with her connection to the 8-pointed star, the Harp, possession of Gwydion, and the Valkyries can help bring stability to the place.

Thank you a million times to the people who helped me fact check and keep things straight, or just listened to me rant about this: @hellacioushag @lily-thesuriel @elains @aionuel @yazthebookish @fracturedarkness and @/michaelanoelreads on TikTok :) @highqueenmorrigan (Mary I forgot you brought up the sword technique thank you for that!)

[sserpente]

Memories to Enemies 🎃

Synopsis: The TVA is no more—not like it was before, anyway. When the multiverse breaks free, Loki finds himself back where he belongs, on the verge of claiming the throne of Midgard and this time… this time he finishes what he started. But while he’s gained so much, he’s lost even more, for there was one thing the chaos of the timelines had not fixed—it hasn’t brought you back to him. You, the mortal he had refused to fall for until he realised it was too late all along. He never stopped searching for you after Thanos snapped his fingers and now, with so many timelines at the tip of his fingers and a tempad in his pocket… you were out there somewhere and he will find you. But when he finally does… he realises that not only are you the leader of the very rebels aiming to end his ruling, you are a Variant. And you don’t remember him.

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, people! 🎃 Requests from two anons. There are no spoilers for Season 2 in this. I’ll have some more spooky Halloween Imagines coming up this week (I hope), I just didn’t manage to get any writing done as I had initially planned because I spent the whole weekend queueing at Comic Con, haha!

Words: 2407 Warnings: smut

Additional NSFW warnings: edging, very light dub-con

“The rebels are causing trouble again, my king.”

“Which is to say you are unable to deal with a bunch of disobedient humans?” Loki looked up, legs spread on the makeshift throne in what used to be Stark Tower. He lifted his chin, his menacing glare all but intimidating the former politician, now reduced to nothing more than a lackey.

“N-no, of course not. I just thought you should know. They… they made it to the lower levels of the tower last night.”

Loki narrowed his eyes, leaning forward a little. “Who did?”

“The rebels, their leader… we caught her face on camera but… security managed to overwhelm them. I believe they were trying to plant explosives somewhere in the building.”

“Where are they now?”

“They’re being held in the cellars.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “You should have led with that, you fool. Send them up. No… bring me their leader. I believe it is time we have a little chat about where her… loyalties lie.”

The politician nodded and excused himself. Silence filled the room after he left and Loki sat back again and sighed. Those rebels were hardly a threat to him but if they had made it to the tower… he would have to up his game and patch the holes in his security. A spell or two should suffice. Possibly something that would make any uninvited guest grow mushrooms all over their body should they trespass.

If only… he sighed once more. If only he had you by his side. You had always loved this time of the year, made him hand out sweets for children and carve out pumpkins. After all this madness… he still had not found you again. You had been snapped away in the sacred timeline, so he had found out… and even though the now-forgotten Avengers had reversed the titan’s doing, you remained unfound, out of his reach. Wherever you were… he would tear every single timeline apart until he had you back by his side. Would you be overjoyed, to see him where he belonged? On the throne, ruling as he was meant to be?

“The prisoner, my king.” The politician returned after the metal elevator doors swung open yet again, dragging with him a young woman who carried herself quite regally despite her predicament. She lifted her head, her hair revealing her face…

Loki’s face dropped. It was you. You… you were the rebel foolishly trying to put an end to his reign? Desperation and relief paired with anger and disappointment, the sadness that had been residing deep in his heart after he had lost you not quite going away. Something was off.

“Leave her here. Get out.”

“No security, my king?”

“I can handle a mortal woman. Now get out.”

The politician nodded and left without another word all the while you kept on staring at Loki as if you were ready to plunge a dagger into his chest any moment. You probably were—and it broke his heart a lot more than he would have liked to admit.

Your eyes widened when he spoke your name. “So you already know me then.”

“Know you? I have been looking for you for years, pet.”

You blinked. “Pet?”

Loki’s face fell when he realised. You did not know. You did not recognise him. You did not… love him yet. It mattered little, now did it? He would make you love him again, he would restore your memories. Were you a Variant? Had you met him? Had Thanos’ horrors taken your memories? He had to find out, needed to find out.

“You will not believe me, of course. But you were in love with me. I lost you when Thanos snapped his fingers. My path, too, changed. That is a story for another time. Come here, pet. It is so good to see you,” he purred.

Containing his emotions and his excitement had never been so difficult. He all but longed to jump up from his throne and sweep you up into his arms, holding you close until you struggled to breathe. But he didn’t. He wanted you to come to him. Only you remained frozen in place. He could practically feel the defiance radiating from you.

“I’m not falling for your stupid tricks, Loki.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “Would you like me to prove it, pet? Ah, let’s see… I just so happen to know you love Halloween. Carving out pumpkins… handing out sweets to children… watching scary films and eating this disgusting snack you call popcorn… and of course, how could I forget, the hot chocolate with small marshmallows and whipped cream on top? It’s reserved only for months that have the letter ‘r’ in them, no?”

Loki watched with great satisfaction how your lips parted in shock. He stood, taking a step forward. “What else… ah…” He tilted his head. “There is a particularly sweet and sensitive spot on your body that has you absolutely feral for your lover. It is… right… here.” He took another step and brought his hand up to brush his thumb over the spot right below your ear. You shivered, clenching your jaw.

“Lies… y-you’re… you’re tricking me.”

“No tricks,” he purred, “only treats.”

To Hel with the restraint. With a low growl, Loki pulled you close, lifting you off your feet. Your rather pathetic resistance died quickly once you realised that you weren’t going anywhere. Loki was too strong—you’d do well to save your strength for when it truly mattered. But… did you want to?

Why, on Earth, was there a part of you that enjoyed his touch? The way he looked at you… so full of hope and lust… that could not be acted, could it? To win over the leader of the rebellion, make her compliant… was that his plan? Or was he telling the truth?

And if he was, then what would have ridden you to dedicate your life to stopping him at all cost? Heavens, last night, you had attempted an assassination.

Loki put you back down on your feet once you reached his bedroom. He had redecorated, of course. Everything was green and gold, even his bed sheets. It looked… beautiful. Homely, almost and faintly familiar.

A shiver brought you back from the depths of your mind when Loki sneaked his hand under your shirt, slowly pushing it up.

“Do you truly think it’s a coincidence you react this way to me?” He tilted his head, smirking when you flinched at his fingertips ghosting over your bare stomach. He was right. He was so right and you hated it. Part of you wanted him—right here and now. The other part was seething and then, yet another… wanted to give in to his advances out of curiosity.

“Why… why don’t I remember then?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, pet. We will restore your memories. You could be a Variant—a version of yourself from another timeline who has not yet met me. We will worry about this later. I missed you.”

He sounded so… genuine, so full of relief. It was not hard to believe him. But how could you? You hated this man, you loathed how he had taken Earth for himself and declared himself its ruler… you would never kneel before him… right?

Why were you questioning yourself? Perhaps… perhaps it was for when you gazed into his blue eyes, you detected just how troubled his soul was. There was more to this than tyranny. More than a hunger for power.

You ceased to resist when he pulled your shirt off of you. Mesmerised, dazed… perhaps even charmed, you lifted your arms for him to remove it and then allowed him to make short work of your trousers. Only a few more moments passed until you stood completely naked before him, breathing heavily.

His kiss was soft when he held your chin with two fingers, almost as if testing the waters. Your eyes… your eyes fell shut. Why… how did this feel so good?

“Give in to me, pet. Let me show you.”

You bit your lower lip. “I’m supposed to hate you.”

He chuckled. “Why yes… We can speak about your little rebellion after I have had my fill of you. You always longed to be by my side, pet. What changed?”

“I don’t know you.” And perhaps that was the reason. You did not know him. Did not yet see behind the mask. Would things be different if you did? You could have tried to kill him the very moment you stepped out of the elevator. So why hadn’t you? Would you, under different circumstances, support his cause? Aid in his rule? Rule… by his side? That was such a silly thought, wasn’t it?

And yet… even though the arrogant god kept calling you his pet… the way he looked at you made you feel like he regarded you as his equal. Maybe your subconscious knew that there was more to it. Maybe your soul had recognised him.

“Then I will make you know me again. You, my darling, are the one good thing that has ever happened to me. I will not give you up.”

You swallowed, unsure of whether you should regret the words that left your lips next. “S-show me.”

“With pleasure.” Loki smirked, lifting you up once more. The warm leather of his armour against your naked skin made you whimper but it was gone within a heartbeat, melted off his body in a green hue of his magic. It felt tingly, familiar… as if you’d felt it a million times before.

The God of Mischief crawled above you, spreading your legs as he did. Skin against skin, he towered above you like the king he was, his raven hair framing his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach up and stroke his cheek—just about, for when he leaned down and assaulted your neck with his lips, you dug your nails into the soft bed sheets instead, fighting, desperately, for composure your body was eager to give up.

Every touch, every kiss… it felt right. And you were craving more.

A gasp escaped your lips when Loki sank his length into you with but one deep stroke—it was both out of pure bliss at his size and surprise at how wet you were. How had him undressing you slowly done that?

Deep and languid thrusts soon drove you to the brink of madness. No one… no one had ever fucked you as well as Loki was fucking you right now, and the fact that he seemed to know exactly what turned you on almost filled you with fear.

The intense eye contact, the gentle touches, the soft dominance radiating from him… without a doubt he would pin you against the bed if you so much as attempted to flip around and ride him instead without… without asking for permission?

You whimpered at the thought, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were close already. Loki was working his magic… firm and yet gentle, you felt it teasing your clit, applying just enough pressure to bring you closer and closer to climax. Once he had you there, right on the edge, the delicious pressure eased, his rhythm speeding up.

“You’re enjoying it…” Loki purred—his tone smug, if anything. You groaned.

And then, once again… he pushed you toward that blissful cliff only to stop—again—right before you could fall. You realised soon enough what he was doing. He was edging you. No one… no one knew about your filthiest desires and kinks. So how did he? He really was telling the truth, wasn’t he?

You pretended to hate this but you loved it… loved how he was in control of your pleasure, able to take it away if he so wished… urgh.

“What is it, pet, hmm? Did you want something?” His strokes were relentless—how he managed not to rut into you like a beast you had no fucking clue.

“P-please…” you choked out, “…let me cum.”

Loki tilted his head. “I think you can do better than that.”

Another grunt on your end but this time, you were ready to throw hands—only the God of Mischief above you didn’t let you. The invisible force tormenting your clit wrapped around your wrists like invisible shackles, holding them in place.

“Please…” you repeated, “…I need to cum. Stop… teasing me…”

“Let me hear it one more time, pet. Scream for me.”

A groan of frustration escaped your lips. All helpless beneath him, there was nothing you could do but endure his torturing treatment. Your toes curled, that all too familiar knot in your lower stomach tightening…

“Oh, fuck, please, please, PLEASE! Just… LET ME CUM ALREADY!” Loki chuckled—he chuckled and then, finally, the delicious pressure on your clit returned. And this time… it didn’t stop again. You tensed up, all air knocked from your lungs as your orgasm washed over you. Contracting around Loki’s cock who did not stop rocking into you for a second, fucking you right through your moment of utter bliss until he too, came.

Loki’s moans were quite possibly the sexiest thing you had ever heard as he buried himself inside of you as deep as he could, coating your walls with his seed, twitching and jerking.

He rested his forehead against yours then, eyes closed—content, at ease… and so unlike what you had expected from a tyrannical ruler.

This… it had felt like your bodies were made for each other. Perhaps they were.

“I want to remember. I want you to prove to me that you’re not the evil tyrant I imagine you to be,” you said, breaking the silence.

Loki chuckled. “Hmm… ever so demanding, pet.”

“Why are you calling me that?”

“Because it turns you feral, am I not right?”

You bit your lower lip. Yes, damn it, he was right.

“We will find a way to restore your memories, I swear it. You are mine.” You shivered when he spoke your name. “You are the very reason I am not a tyrant. Whatever you see, whatever you believe… Midgard is in good hands—it is your home realm, after all.”

“So I’ll just have to trust your word? The word of a Trickster?”

Loki smirked. He knew. He knew that your heart already did.

"Yes. Now then... shall we carve a pumpkin together, pet?"

A/N: Party hard tonight! 🎃

[ktrivia]

Dream a Little Dream of Me (4)

Summary: Bucky caught you in his dream? What will he do now?

Author note: I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Let me know what you think will happen next in the notes!

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Chapter 4

Bucky’s POV

My eyes cracked open and immediately squeezed shut again. Something was wrong. It felt like I was once again under a surgical light, but with a clench of both fists and twitches of my legs it became clear I wasn’t strapped down. The cushioned surface under me was a stark contrast from the old metal gurneys. With a deep breath, my eyelids wrenched open, ready and assessing threats.

What I saw was even more shocking. The light was simply the sunlight streaming in through my window. The open drapes usually revealed darkness when a nightmare shook me from sleep, but not this time. I pushed against my mind, trying to hold onto the dregs of the dream I had awoken from, but it wasn’t the usual screaming in my ears or darkness of yet another facility, but the sound of ducks quacking and bright greenery surrounding me. Did I eat a hot dog? The Winter Soldier sure as hell never ate a hotdog. But when I turned around with the hot dog in my hand she was gone…

My eyes shot open as the thought registered. The woman locked in our interrogation room was in my head. Rage poured through me as I tried to sort through the dream to find the torture she had to have inflicted, but the further back I searched, the more it seemed like the opposite. Had she pulled me from a nightmare and plopped me in the middle of Central Park just to be nice?

Glancing over at the clock, I read the numbers and realized I needed to move quickly if I wanted a chance to ask her motivations myself. My arms reached over my head in a stretch, but instead of a tight pain akin to post workout aches, my shoulder blades glided smoothly up. The crick in my neck was non-existent and it didn’t even feel like there were dried tears under my eyes.

I rushed to get ready, pulling on a T-shirt and jeans before heading to breakfast with the team. Turning into the kitchen, I took note that Steve and Natasha were planted firmly at the table with freshly served pancakes. Thor sat across from them, a new addition to the morning. His arrival hadn’t been on the calendar for at least another month.

Grabbing a stack of pancakes for myself, I thanked Barton and sat next to Thor across from the two soon to be interrogators.

“Barnes!” Thor bellowed a bit too loudly as he clapped me on the back.

“Thor,” I returned with a nod. “Wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“I have many petitioners on Midgard. Their call has grown louder so I returned to appease them,” He said with a proud grin.

“Gods and their egos,” Natasha chided before returning to her food.

“I looked for you on the trail this morning, Buck but I didn’t see you,” Steve prompted, concern evident even as he tried to hide it.

“Yeah, I needed a change of pace and went towards town. The unkept trails are more of a challenge,” I said smoothly. I kept my eating casual as I waited for the topic of interest to begin. It only took about five more minutes for her to come up.

“A dreamwalker?” Thor questioned. “We have not seen a true one of those on Asgard in some time. Loki could dabble but not like this one it sounds like.”

“I don’t want to think about Loki being in my dreams,” Steve muttered.

“Loki definitely wouldn’t be there to get ice cream,” I joked, waiting.

Steve agreed, but Natasha fell into my trap.

“Any other locations you can remember dreaming about in the last few weeks?” She questioned.

“A lot of Brooklyn, some Coney Island, and Central Park. Remember those hot dogs, Buck? They were the best.” Steve mused.

My pancakes had turned to dust in my mouth.

“The best. Had to eat them where you could watch the ducks with your sketch pad,” I answered.

“The pond just isn’t what it used to be,” Steve groused.

“Alright, old man,” Natasha cut him off. “We need a plan for today.”

She looked to me with her later comment, knowing I was more useful than Steve for this. Reluctance burned in my gut.

“Let me question her first,” I prompted, keeping my voice casual.

“You sure about that?” Steve asked, the concern back and clearer than ever. “She goes into people’s minds.”

“He’s not asleep,” Natasha reassured. “He should be just fine. We can Wanda on standby in case anything goes wrong.”

Steve looked unconvinced.

“She’s expecting you two, not me. It’ll throw her off if she’s been planning all night for both of you.” The lie slid out easily. Natasha simply blinked, but it was enough to tell she agreed. With a heavy sigh, Steve nodded.

Reader’s POV

The night was endless. The windowless room showed no change in the stifling darkness and the idea of sleeping was dangerous. Tempting, but dangerous. To sleep meant another chance for my frazzled mind to jump somewhere it shouldn’t be. I had considered trying something safe like going to my brother’s dreams in hope of getting some rest, but even the smallest chance of ending up somewhere else was too much.

The ache in my shoulders had turned to a burn as the hours stretched on with my hands tied behind my back. Hours ago, my throat had dried and swallowing was a painful affair. The icing on the cake was the lancing pain from my ass up my spine. Who knew sitting could hurt this bad.

Who would figure out I was gone? My parents and I only spoke once a month and had just chatted days prior, so they wouldn’t come looking. My brother checked in via text once in a while but usually wasn’t worried if I didn’t respond. Maybe a neighbor would stop by, but usually they fled the city heat during the summer, leaving the apartment complex near abandoned. The only person that left was my boss. Fucking, Greg would probably just fire me for missing a day and leave it at that.

The only living being missing me right now would be Meatball, and I just hoped he was knocking the food bag off the counter he usually wasn’t allowed on. Worry gnawed at my growling stomach. Hopefully he figured out how to rip into the bag so he would be ok until I got home. If I got home.

I couldn’t stop the flinch when the door swung open, light streaming in and searing into my retinas. My stiffened muscles burned at the sudden jolt of movement and a groan escaped me at the overwhelming sensations. A broad silhouette stood in the doorway and their arm reached for the lone light switch on the wall. With a flick, they were faintly illuminated, and I took in Bucky Barnes in all of his waking glory. His face betrayed no expression as he quickly shut the door and moved to stand in front of me.

“We have a minute to talk before they realize the cameras were disabled so talk quick. Why were you in my head?” He questioned, voice void of emotion. Any lingering kindness from the day before seemed to be gone at the expense of my night time activities.

“I fell asleep and accidentally jumped into your dream. It only happens when I’m stressed and as you can guess,” I said with a painful shrug. “I’m a bit stressed at the moment.”

“Why me?”

“I don’t know! You were the nicest one yesterday so it’s possible I subconsciously clung to that.”

“Why change the nightmare? Why not just leave and save yourself?” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You were scared,” I said simply. “No one should feel that way in their own minds. There are enough bad things in real life, we shouldn’t have to deal with them while we’re asleep too.”

Becky’s gaze swept over me, assessing before he turned on his heal and headed to the door. He wrapped on it twice before it opened, revealing Natasha and Steve.

“She tell you anything?” Steve asked. “The cameras were glitching and we didn’t hear anything.”

Steve’s question seemed genuine, but the way Natasha was glaring at Bucky told me she knew something was up.

“Just kept up the same story from yesterday,” Bucky said casually. “Figured all three of us could hear the rest in person.”

He turned back towards me, all business.

“Who do you work for?”

“No one! My only job is at a shit marketing firm. My boss there is named Greg and I promise you he’s too much of a dumbass to be a supervillain,” I snapped my mouth shut when I realized I had been rambling. Becky’s mouth quirked slightly before flattening again.

“Why go into Steve’s dreams in the first place?” Bucky questioned. Natasha had leant against the wall, arms crossed in a relaxed position, while Steve circled behind my chair.

“Distance isn’t really a factor and I had gone into famous people’s dreams before but I wanted to know if I could do it with someone enhanced. The first time was just a test to see if it would work, but they were nice so I just kept going back.”

The three made no comment for a while, glancing between themselves in silent discussion.

“You realize if we find out you're lying, then there will be hell to pay?” Natasha questioned lowly.

“Yes,” I swore. “I’m not lying. I promise.”

The silence returned.

“Can you bring someone with you when you dreamwalk?” Bucky asked.

“Uhhhh maybe? I’ve never tried it but theoretically it could happen. I think it would be less bringing someone with me and more entering two consciousnesses at once.” My mind raced with the possibility of what could be done to create this situation. Would the two remain separate or would they flow together as one? Outside of my entry into Steve’s head, there hadn’t been a new challenge to the dreamwalking.

“Any idea if you can do it while someone is simply unconscious or does the person have to be actually sleeping?”

“Unconscious work too,” I muttered, mind racing with the possibility of this new proposition.

“You answered that too easily,” Natasha said in a dangerous tone, snapping me from my train of thought. “Why would you know you can enter an unconscious person’s mind unless you’ve tried it before? Which makes me wonder why you’ve tried it.”

“It wasn’t a bad reason!” I nearly shouted. We had been making what I thought was good process, but maybe not. “My brother got hit with a car when we were little and was in a medically induced coma. I was only six and thought he’d be lonely so I hung out a lot in his head.”

“So he knows about your ability?” Natasha questioned.

“No one knows outside of you guys. I was worried my parents would think I was crazy. We’re not super close.”

Natasha nodded, stepping back from her impending approach and returning to her spot against the wall. Another silent conversation seemed to happen between her and Bucky before he finally spoke.

“We’re going to let you out of here,” Bucky started, relief filling my chest before it plummeted. “But you’re going to go into my head, and I’m bringing someone with me.”

[spencer-sweets]

Marvel Fic Recs | Loki&Thor (GEN)

let me prefice by saying this is all gen (non slash) fanfiction. if you are looking for thorki you are looking on the wrong blog sorry.

so i as the youngest of four brothers and the one hated the most by my parents, i have always had a soft spot for brotherly fic. Thor and Loki's dynamic really resonated with me as i went through my teen angst phase while my older brothers were all getting ready to settle down and were all already married. so if you are looking for a fic rec that centers the brotherly relationship between thor & loki you have found the right place.

one last warning is that most of these are loki-centric in case thats not your thing.

Last updated 4/29/25

life's great lie by Laeveteinn Teen+ 7,787 Loki stares at his hands, slowly realizing that magic still works in the TVA. Perhaps not every kind, but Asgard’s sorcery can take hold here- in particular, Asgard’s illusion magic. Loki’s proven it with every step he’s taken. If magic didn’t work at all, he’d be entirely blue. (Or: even beyond the edges of space and time, he is Loki of Asgard.)

Cute post loki season 1 fic

i couldn't change (though i wanted to); by unintentionallyangsty General Audiences 20,640 Given the team's circumstances--travelling through the cosmos and headed for Midgard on a previously unplanned voyage--Loki taking up a newfound fondness for shapeshifting on a whim is hardly the weirdest thing that has happened to any single member of the Revengers in the past several months.  In fact, it doesn't even make the top three.  (Or; Three times Loki shapeshifts following Ragnarok, and one (1) time he does not. (Alternatively, how Loki unintentionally ends up bonding with the Revengers on the Statesman as a number of different creatures)).

so cute - this fic has influenced many of my loki headcanons and is just adorable

run down the vows of me by siv_siv_siv Mature 44,609 Thor is banished to Midgard. Only, this time, Loki is banished with him. An alternate Thor (2011) fic, where Loki tells the truth about letting the Jotnar into the vault, just after discovering the truth of his heritage on Jotunheim.

thor rewrite that focuses on thor and loki growing together during the movie plot.

~ Comeback ~ by anastacianott General Audiences (I would rate Teen+) 63,867 AU: Coming back for Loki's abandoned body led to the most incredible results Thor could ever imagine. Post Thor TDW.

shameless h/c fic set post t:tdw

Let Me Know if It Gets Above a Six by Sundial_at_Night Teen+ 65,188 “Mr. Loki?” asked the Spider cautiously. “Aren’t you—like—a bad guy?” he asked, voice full of only curiosity, as far as Loki could tell. His first thought was, yes. His second thought was no. His third thought was, sometimes? “It varies from moment to moment,” Loki answered honestly, prying his eyes open after they threatened to fall close. “But on a scale of one to ten, where are you at right now?” “Maybe a three?” The Spider-child nodded. “Cool,” he replied. “Let me know if it gets above a six. Or: Five times Peter Parker was there for Loki when it 'got above a six', and one time he wasn’t.

Im gonna be real with you the thor&loki takes a backseat to the loki&peter parker in this one but it is absolutely amazing and so much fun.

On Yonder Hill by bedlamsbard Not Rated (Id say Teen+) 80,394 “This is a terrible plan,” Loki said. “Absolutely dreadful.” “But you’ll do it, right?” Bruce said. “Of course.”   Five years ago, Thor died on the Statesman and Thanos wiped out half of all life in the universe. Now the Avengers have a plan to undo the Snap, but they're going to need the help of the last King of Asgard. That's not a problem; that's where things get interesting. That tends to happen around the God of Mischief.

avengers endgame rewrite that focuses on loki after losing thor and his efforts to bring him back along with those snapped

another time travel fix-it that i honeslty don't remember the specifics of but i must have loved it since it was in my bookmarks.

Memento Mori by GwendolynStacy Teen+ 81,637 Of the many people capable of carrying the fate of the universe on their shoulders by travelling back in time, Loki would have been the first choice of exactly nobody. With no allies, no plan and nobody on his side, Loki will just have to wing it. Or: That awkward moment when you've completed your redemption arc, but nobody else got the memo.

Grievance by PeaceHeather (Restricted) Not Rated 92,518 For a fill in Round 17 of Norsekink: "Someone starts to notice that Odin treats Loki in ways that are neglectfull and borderline abusive and starts to feel very uncomfortable about it. It becomes worse when people at court start to take after Odin's treatment of Loki. But they still don't feel comfortable voicing they're doubts out loud. And then the lip-sewing incident happens and they can no longer sit idly by while this happens. So this person just stand up and calls the rest of Asgard out on this bulshit, seriously the boy just cut of some hair, it's not like it wont ever grow back on it's own again.

loki-centric but has great loki & thor content within. is not the most friendly to odin or the warriors three though... but it has some great references to mythology thrown in!

also you have to have an ao3 account to read.

Fate's Guardian by PeaceHeather  (Restricted) Teen+ 98,531 Set roughly a year post-Thor:TDW, reference to events in Guardians of the Galaxy. Pretty much a shameless fixit fic. No pairings. A being shows up on Earth looking for Loki, the Avengers get pulled in to see what's going on, and they all learn what Loki has *really* been up to all this time. I dunno, I was in a mood to write something like this, so I did. First posted to FFnet, if you prefer to read it there.

by the same author as grievance. also need and ao3 account to access this one. shameless fix-it fic that is loki-centric. loki is the anti-hero/hero in this one but it is heavy with thor&loki content.

Skýli by PeaceHeather  (Restricted) Not Rated (Mature) 111,988 See also "Skeletons, Scenes, and Snippets" Chapter 9 - the one where Asgard's magic users go on strike and quietly evacuate Asgard, after Odin passes sentence on Loki post-Avengers. Some of them turn up on Earth, and SHIELD has to assess whether or not this is another invasion. or: SHIELD is called to Iceland to investigate a village that appeared out of nowhere, and discovers that Asgard's magic users have quietly gone on strike and left their realm completely. The reasons are unsettling, and the potential consequences could shake the Nine Realms before all is said and done.

So far, no one has wound up on as many fic recs of mine as PeaceHeather. they are probably my favorite fanfiction author of all time - having written 3 fics that are on my favorite fanfiction of all time rec. this one did slip through the cracks when i initially made this list because i had gone through my bookmarks for the loki&thor tag but this one has no relationships tagged.

it is another brainwashed loki fic that deals with asgardian politics, the avengers, and expands upon the magic system within the thor movies.

You Screamed For So Long We Forgot To Care Anymore by GalaxyThreads Teen+ 126,180 Five months after Thor drags his half-dead brother to Earth to plead asylum, things take a turn for the worse. With the older Asgardian out of commission and a sizeable threat overshadowing them, Clint becomes aware of two facts: One: Loki was tortured, mind-controlled, and manipulated into attacking Earth. Two: Loki knows none of this. (gen, no smut)

mind controlled and tortured loki with heavy hurt/comfort and a focus on thor & loki. the other avengers are also in this one

Awake Within a Dream by Thursdays_Angel Teen+ 126,582 What if Loki had believed the invasion and subsequent battle on Midgard to have been nothing more than an illusion?

tortured!loki and a lot of hurt/comfort. odin is good in this one.

Castles in the Air by cosmic_medusa Teen+ 182,326 Loki's first act as King is to collect his banished brother to aid his regency, however brief. Thor discovers that the political landscape is far from what it seemed, and that the lies of Odin have resulted in the threat of both his sons' safety and sanity. Drama, angst, double-crosses, butchering of folklore and history, and the epic bromance of Asgard's Princes ensues.

up there as one of the best pieces of fanfiction ive ever read. god i love when these fics explore asgardian politics and norse mythology. This focuses on loki as king and thor's relationship with him during it.

Ásgarðrian Galdr by Valerie_Vancollie Teen+ 479,713 What if Loki was able to warn his past self, so he did not lose control during his regency and was able to act as he normally would? What if he had been able to remain calm and in control of himself, and the situation? "How?" Loki demanded. "Betrayal," his future self stated simply, rage clear in every syllable. "But you must control your reaction and come to see me, or you will repeat my mistakes and we will miss an opportunity to take control and alter things in our favor." It would have changed everything.

[4/29/25] so I sat down and reread this one over the past couple of days and realized my description was lacking because of how long it had been since I read it. I'll try and reread some more of these to give better descriptions.

i loved this fic - its one I hold very dear to me across all of the fandoms and fics I have read. I love thor and lokis relationship in this and the way they balance each other. I love how (perhaps unrealistically) progressive it's themes are. I really love thor in this (and volstagg) - don't get me wrong loki is great as he is in almost all of the fics on this list but their characterizations stand out to me in this fic in particular. The side characters all have their own charms and even rereading it and remembering some of the major plot points I still found myself gripped by the conversations had with and soul put into each of the other characters in this fic aside from the brothers.

this is literature disguised as a marvel time travel fanfiction. god this is amazing and has everything i love in this side of the fandom - politics, sci-fi, mythology... it's supposed to have 3 sequels but im not exactly counting on it. its still beyond amazing standing on its own. the things i would do to have a physical copy of this....

i'm not currently hyperfixated on these two but going through my bookmarks has brought me great joy. I might add more to this one day or maybe not. i'd love to hear your thoughts if you read any of these!

originally posted: 8/13/2024

[daisybell17]

Loki’s Birthday!

You knew Loki wasn’t all too familiar with surprises and so you woke him up with a breakfast plate instead

“happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you!” you sung quietly, walking in with the tray

Loki slowly woke up and saw you and your cute face singing and carrying a tray of food

“good morning my love” he smiled looking at you and sitting up

You sat the plate of food on his lap and gave him a long kiss

“happy birthday my love”

“mhm thank you honey”

“so…what does the birthday boy want to do today?” you asked as you ran your hand up and down his chest

“just want to spend my day with you” he smiled

“we can do that, but remember we have your birthday dinner tonight” Loki groaned, remembering the event

“do we really have to go? I just want to stay here with you” He said as his hand grabbed your chin

“mhm yes my love we have too! your friends are all going to be there” You gave in and kissed him

“really?”

“yes love now go and eat the birthday breakfast i made you” you kissed him once more and went in for a shower

“thank you for cooking my love you know how much I love your food”

“always!” you shouted as you got in the shower

You and Loki got ready for the day since you had about 10 hours to kill before his birthday celebration

“so…what would you like to do today my love?” You asked, placing your arms around his neck

“hmmm you know what? i want to try something a little more…daring” He smiled

“Oh? Like what my dear? I assume this activity is one of Midgardian invention then”

“You could say that…Well Mobius recommended this excellent idea to me!”

“Oh don’t tell me its jet skiing? You know that’s his favourite activity to do.” You say, not really wanting to get wet today

“Oh not that my love…its another activity…just trust me ok?” He pleaded

“Ok ok! I trust you…anything you want today birthday boy”

You followed him…blindly…worse mistake of the day

“LOKI ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

“WHAT? CANT HEAR YOU LOVE” The wind thrashing against you both

“I SAID ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

“OH…YES! I THINK THIS WAS A GREAT BIRTHDAY IDEA”

“IM GOING TO KILL YOU”

“NO YOU WONT YOU LOVE ME!”

“LOKI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DROP ME IM GOING TO STAB YOU”

“JUST TRUST ME LOVE, MOBIUS SAID SKYDIVING WAS EASY!”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN TRUST MOBIUS?! LOKI IM GOING KI- AHHHHHH”

“WOOOOOO!!!”

Loki took you skydiving on Midgard and he had an absolute blast while you passed out from fear

Landing safely on the ground you looked furious at Loki

“Love, ok let me just say you said i can do anything for my birthday!”

“YES I DID…BUT I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU WANTED TO GO SHOPPING!? OR HAVE A PICNIC?! OR VISIT THE GARDENS! OR HELL…SEX! PASSIONATE, HOT, HEAVY AMAZING LOVE MAKING SEX BUT NOOOO SKYDIVING!”

“Hey! I still want the passionate, hot, heavy and amazing love making se-”

“NOPE”

“awh come on! did you not enjoy skydiving? its something off both our bucket list!”

“hmph”

“love…i know you know we weren’t in any actual danger, i have magic remember?”

”i know just scary….”

“love I would never hurt you…never”

You smiled “I know….it was just so sudden…” you sighed… “did you enjoy your activity for the day my love?”

“i did…and I especially liked it because you were with me” He smiled at you and gave a longing kiss

“I love you idiot” you say as you pulled apart

“Love you too my darling” Loki said back. He loved you so much and this day was one of his favourites

“Ok! So…your birthday dinner?”

“Yes! Hmm but how about scuba diving with sharks befo-”

“I don’t want to hear another word of it” You say sternly

“Just joking my love, lets go, I look forward to seeing my friends…and you can get mad at Mobius too”

You smiled “Ok ok I love you…Loki you mean everything to me”

He blushed “And you are the answer to my life my love…i love you.”

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(a/n): it’s loki day!! everyone say happy birthday loki!! bbg is holding the timeline everyday i wish she had a break today :( ill hold it for you <//3 but yes happy birthday loki mwah!

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 35 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 36

Summary : Loki's torture ends as after years of separation he finds his way back to you.

Warning: 18+, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), timey wimey stuff topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love, mention of pregnancy, infertility, gif is how he looked ;)

When Loki had chosen to fix the timeline again he knew he'd be in his own personal hell that he himself had created for the next few years of his life. When Frigga died all he wanted to do was run back to you so you'd hold him in your arms and comfort him but he couldn't.

After the events of Svartalfheim he pretended to be deceased and moved to midgard for a while until Thor had found him again.. he had promised the ancient one that he wouldn't interfere in your life and he didn't, first few weeks were the hardest for him, worst, at times he thought that he'd rather go through Thanos's torture again then go through this.

He wasn't able to sleep or do anything but he stayed strong, for you, for both of you. He missed you with every inch of his life, the only thing keeping him going forward was the assurance that each and every day was only bringing him closer to you.

Seven years was a long time, every morning as he awakened he thought of you and his heart broke in pieces as he realized that you must have been sad and lonely at times as well, feeling as if you're life was meaningless, fearing that you'd never fall in love with a man, would never feel the heat you so badly craved and he knew you'd feel that way for a long time to come. And he wouldn't be able to stop you from hurting this way, he really wished he could have loved you better than this but he felt helpless, time was never really on his side.

For a god seven years weren't really much but you were just a mortal.. and he knew with every passing year you were only losing more hope, losing more life as he just moved on with his own and did nothing..

Two years passed somehow and he knew you'd go on to marry Strange during this time period, he knew all about what was going to happen and he couldn't stop the precious love of his life as she got tied to another man.

As she became a wife but certainly not his.

....

"Happy birthday sweetheart" you heard your mom's voice on the phone , she was the only one to call you after Mrs Geller, at least they remembered your birthday because your own husband didn't.

"Thanks mom, what are you doing?" you asked her so she sighed,

"Y/n you know you are 35 now, you don't have much time left, are you both planning to have kids or not?" you groaned internally as she said that. You haven't really told her the truth yet. Sure your sex life was as bland as a weak tea but that didn't mean you didn't want kids of your own, you really did but nothing worked.

Even though your body was healthy and hospitable as your doctors had told you, you couldn't just get pregnant, you thought maybe Stephen was infertile but he was perfectly fine in that department as well, it was a medical mystery why you weren't able to get pregnant.

"Is that the only thing you think of all the time mom?" You asked her, bit annoyed by her inquiry. Well you were very annoyed.

"Of Course I do"

She answered so you rolled your eyes, once she hung up you got out of the bed and got ready for work, as you stepped out in the living room Stephen was there on the kitchen table reading a newspaper. As your eyes met with each other he gave you a smile that never really reached his eyes whenever he was around you. You didn't blame him either.

"Good morning" you mumbled as you made your way to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast for yourself.

"Morning, I'm off to Philadelphia today and won't return for a week" he told you nonchalantly so you nodded.

"Well..Drive safely" he chuckled as you said that.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore " he smirked so you resisted the urge to roll your eyes again.

Two years ago he had gotten into a bad accident that had almost ended his life. Doctors had told him that he'd never be able to operate again but then he went to Nepal and apparently found a mystic healer or something, you couldn't believe your eyes when he had returned perfectly fine as if nothing had happened to him, however you did notice a slight change in his demeanor, he was less arrogant and more sympathetic towards you.

For a few weeks your relationship with him had gotten better but then it fizzled again, your heart was never in the right place when you married him, you knew you shouldn't have married him. You shouldn't have married him because you sure as hell weren't in love with him, as much as you had all these fantasies about a magical love life since you were eight, it never really happened to you. You never found a man who made your heart skip a beat with his presence, gave you butterflies that would leave you gushing for days or made you feel heated just by his mere touch.

When you turned turned thirty two you had just accepted that not everyone was destined to find that sort of love so you settled for Stephen and he settled for you, though you didn't understand his reasons, because he sure as hell wasn't in love with you either.

A year later you finally built the courage to ask for a divorce and much to your surprise he agreed almost immediately, that's when he confessed to you that he had been having an affair with his colleague Christine, not that it gave you a whiplash or made you feel betrayed, you had a feeling he wasn't faithful to you.

You had been cheated on before and were still carrying the scars it had left behind but with Stephen it didn't even hurt, you were equally responsible for this, sure you never cheated on him but you were never really there either, he never really felt like a lover to you, there was no romantic love between you two and it was proven as you two had met at your parents' anniversary a few months later after the divorce, that's when you knew that a platonic friendship is what you needed from him.

You were enjoying a life where you weren't trapped in a forced loveless marriage but that wasn't to say that you liked being alone, you despised it, all you wanted to do was find a man who'd love you as crazily as you'd love him but you knew you weren't blessed enough to find him.

Even when you met guys who you felt a miniscule amount of attraction for -they were either too young or too old, and both didn't seem interested in you in that way, you would turn forty in a few years, your time had ended but accepting it was way harder than one could imagine.

The hopeless romantic in you just wanted to find love, it didn't want to give up but with every passing year you were losing your will to go on, you have always felt so hollow from deep within, but it only got worse as you entered this decade of your life. You still remembered crying all night on your 30th birthday, now you wanted to go back to being thirty again, that felt much better than this..

Ever since you had turned thirty you always felt as if you were missing a piece of your heart, as if someone owned it but you didn't remember who. You always felt as if there was a man out there for you but you weren't able to find him anywhere, as if he wasn't even from this planet.

Few more months later Stephen invited you to his birthday bash in NYC. You had moved back to Minnesota post the divorce so he flew you in and even arranged for your stay. A free lavish trip wasn't the offer you were going to say no to so the night of his birthday you put on a fancy green dress, the thin straps had cute hearts shapes attached to it and after a long time you actually felt good about yourself. You had been working out, taking care of yourself, doing everything you could to still feel a little hopeful in life and it worked until your head finally hit the bed at night and made you aware of how miserable your life has become.

As you reached the venue you met Christine and things were unsurprisingly good between you two, she was a good woman, she understood Stephen and loved him the way you never did. He deserved that. Also apparently he was a superhero now but you still didn't understand what he actually did or what his purpose was. Sometimes you really sucked at being a nice person and taking interest in other people's lives.

After dancing for a bit you felt very tired so you told Christine you were going to grab a drink.

You sat down next to a gentleman in a black suit, he was attractive. He probably was the most attractive man you had seen in your life, his raven hair went past his shoulders and when he looked at you, those green eyes bored right into your soul. You also felt as if you had seen him before, you felt as if you had known him for years.

Usually men such as him made you feel extremely nervous around themselves and insecure in a weird way but for some unknown reason you felt calm with him..

"Sorry i didn't mean to stare, i felt as if i had seen you somewhere" he chuckled as you said that, that mere smile gave you butterflies. What was happening to you? This wasn't like you at all. You had never felt such an intense attraction towards a man before, not this way.

As soon as Loki saw you from across the dance floor, all the feelings that he had been suffocating for seven years were threatening to explode but he kept his cool, you didn't remember him and he had to do it in a way that wouldn't make you feel scared of him. He had waited years to find you again, he could wait more.

"Perhaps you have seen me on the news, I invaded your planet with an army a few years ago" your eyes widened in realization as he said that.

"Oh my god you're Loki '' you said to him and he turned his head to look at you, his lips sipped on the neat whiskey he had ordered for himself. Gorgeous gorgeous guy you thought, of course he was, he was a literal god. You and your standards you thought.

"For a moment I was afraid my popularity had plummeted around here" you let out a nervous laughter as he said that. He had clearly caught you checking him out.

"Noo i.. I read about you at the time, saw you in the news ..my ex husband actually made me see why we were supposed to hate you" you mumbled as you airquoted your sentence, a bit ashamed by the reveal, you still remembered your first date with Stephen where he just ranted against Loki, so why was he there at his birthday party now?

"Well I hope your feelings are not the same anymore" you gulped as the intense eye contact made you feel flushed. Your cheeks felt warm so warm and all you wanted to do was lean into him like a pervert.

"So what are you doing here?" You asked him to avoid feeling those butterflies that were swarming in your belly.

"I was summoned here for a crucial discussion," he answered you.

"Ohhh" you mumbled.

"I watched you dancing over there" your ears perked up as he said that. There were so many gorgeous, young and gorgeous women at the party, why was he watching you? Men that looked like him never went for women like you.

"You did?" You cleared your throat as you spoke,

"You have a way with your hips don't you?" Was he flirting with you? Oh god it's been years since a man this attractive had flirted with you. A man you actually wanted to flirt with you.

"Ummm well i wanted to be a dancer once" you mumbled and suddenly felt like a fool.

"I can tell, makes me think of other situations where you could show me how those hips could work" you bit on your lips as he said that. Loki's entire self grimaced as he was clearly being obscene with you, but he was pretending to be the confident asshole he was known as, however as he noticed the way you had blushed he found himself craving your touch. It's been seven years for norns sake.

He placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him and brought his lips to your ears, if he was some other guy you would have pushed him away by now but for some reason you felt hypnotized by his mere presence, everything about him enchanted you, you felt as if you were under his influence, his cologne attacked your senses and all you wanted to do was kiss him.

You had never felt such scorching heat with someone in your life, you never thought you'd ever get to feel it either, you didn't think it existed for you.

"Care for a dance?" He whispered in your ears and you could only whine in response which he took as a yes. His fingers laced with yours as he dragged you to a secluded corner of the hall.

Baby, you can

Ride it, ooh, yeah

Bring it over to my place

"Nice song isn't it?" He whispered in your ear so you hummed in response, it existed because of you and you didn't even know that, you were the one to send the lyrics of the song to Mark Johnson in the hope that it'll get sent to the artist. Apparently it did.

You moved slowly with him to the rhythm of the music, he placed his hands on your lower back and the action made you gasp, dipping you down slowly before he pulled you up, smushing you so close to him in a moment, your chest were pressed to him, you were too close to man you barely knew.

And you be like

"Baby, who cares?"

But I know you care

Bring it over to my place

Your hips rolled in circles and hands curled around his neck, what was this feeling? Your lips were so close to him but he wasn't kissing you, even though you wanted him to just kiss you desperately.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

I don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

"Goddd" You whispered and a small smile curved the corner of his mouth.

"There you are i have been looking for you"

You heard Stephen's voice so you pulled away from the man you had met a few minutes ago. Even after the divorce was finalized you still felt weird about being close with another man around him.

"What happened?" You looked at him and he snickered in response.

"I was talking to him, I called him here to discuss something important"

You directed your attention towards Loki and he smiled at you before he looked you up and down from head to toe then he leaned into you to press a goodbye kiss on your cheek,

"See me again sometime later?"

You nodded as he said that, he walked towards your ex husband and went along with him, his smell lingered around you still and you had to sit down in order to calm down your nerves.

You had never felt this way before, you had lost all hope of finding a man you'd feel this level of attraction for and now you were almost thirty seven and a literal god was showing interest in you. A god. You wanted to scream because you knew he was unattainable, maybe he was just looking for a one night stand, of course he did. Guys weren't really looking to marry you at your age. At Least not men like him.

Strange had invited you here but he was missing from his own party so after a while you made your way upstairs to tell him that you were going back to the hotel as you felt tired, or maybe that was just another excuse to see Loki. Not it wasn't, you weren't that desperate for a man you had just met. You had never been that person. Right?

As soon as you reached the room you knocked on the door and took a deep breath, much to your delight Loki opened the door instead.

"If I didn't know you any better i'd have made an assumption that you came here for me" Your face flushed again as he said that, the smirk on his beautiful face was apparent.

"Well You don't know me Mister. Is Stephen here?"

He smiled and stepped away so you could get in the room but as you got in you noticed that Strange wasn't there

"He went away for a moment" Loki said to you so you sighed and turned around to look at him

"Umm okay..will you please tell him that I am tired and going back to the hotel? I'm staying at the Ritz"

"Sure would my lady, I'm sure he knew that already or perhaps the invitation is for me?" He asked you and you felt your face heating up again but instead of getting nervous you got bold instead, you didn't know where it came from..

"Maybe it is"

"What room?"

Lord, was he going to visit you?

"143"

He nodded his head as you said that and you walked past him to leave the room.

"Do you even know my name?" you suddenly turned around to ask him and he gave you a soft smile in response,

"It's y/n..isn't it?"

"He told you, didn't he?"

He didn't know why his eyes teared up at the question, he had been holding himself back from just wanting to grab you and kiss you at the moment.

"He did"

As soon as you were out of the room you took a deep breath, how come you had bumped into the sexiest man you had ever laid your eyes on? Not just that but he actually seemed interested in you. Things like that just didn't happen to you so it felt a little weird. What did he want from you? Perhaps a night of debauchery? That was your best guess, only half an hour later you heard a knock on the door so you opened it and found him on the other side,

You invited him in so he looked around before he diverted the attention back at you.

"Ummm you want something to drink? I have like ummm let me check" you walked towards the mini refrigerator to rummage through it "There's coke, some alcoholic beverages, I don't know if you consume that" He chuckled as you said that.

"Don't they charge heftly for that?" He asked you curiously.

"Well my ex is paying for the room so you know" he chuckled as you said that. Norns he had missed you and all your little quirks.

"I will have whatever this Coke is supposed to be" you smiled nervously as he said that. You grabbed a can from the mini freezer and passed it to him, you were shocked a little when he opened the can without even using his fingers,

"It's a charm" he said as he found you looking a bit starstruck.

"I see.. I mean I know..you're also magical and all" He smiled as you said that, he walked closer to you and your breath quickened as he continued to reach closer and closer to you with every step.

"Have a sip lady y/n" he pressed the can right over your lips and it made you gulp.

"It's okay…I ummm" you stuttered on your words and he couldn't help but enjoy the sight of you squirming like that. It boded well for his ego that he had such an affect on you even though you didn't even remember him just yet.

"I insist, it would be rude of me to not offer" you pressed your lips on the opening of the can and he raised it up a little so you could take a sip. After you were done with the sip, he brought the can back up to his own lips and drank from it, all while his eyes stayed glued to yours. He noticed the residue of the drink on the corner of your mouth and all he wanted to do was lick it off. His thoughts were filthy. It's been seven years, that was two thousand five hundred fifty five nights of him just touching himself to your memories .

"Uhhh so how was the meeting with Stephen?" You asked him to cut through the tension..

"Atrocious, he so badly needed my assistance but the arrogant arse took a while before he admitted it" you chuckled as he said that.

"Well you should have seen him years ago before ahhh the accident..he was way worse"

"Mmmhmmm?" He walked closer to you and placed the can down on the dresser behind you "Makes me wonder why a sweet woman like you would ever hitch herself to a man such as him" He whispered, his voice remained low and husky.

"Well I thought it was the right thing to do at the time" you looked down and he figured you couldn't even look in his eyes for longer than a few seconds.

"Is that so? Did it feel right?" He put his fingers on your chin and made you look up at him, every inch of your skin began to tingle with his touch. What was he doing to you and why?

"Not really..if the divorce wasn't enough of an indication for you then let me tell you that I do regret that decision everyday of my life"

He smiled as you said that. The forest green slip dress you had on made you look delectable, there were two heart shaped ribbons attached to the top of the straps that kept the dress hanging on your body, he found it really adorable. You let out a moan as his thumb brushed over your lower lip.

"Lokiiii" the sound of his whispered name made his cock harden in a jiff but he used the charm to keep himself from showing it, he didn't want you to think as if he was there for just a night of fun.

"Apologies little one, I got carried away" He took a step back and he noticed your heavy breathing. You weren't making this any easier, he remembered the dream he had about you two before where he lived the same scenario, he knew what you were going to say to him, it always started this way between you two, with friendship, a relationship that was built in such a way could have only lasted forever, there was no other way around it.

"It's okay I just… I am still dealing with the divorce and I just.. I don't know what you thought would happen tonight and I know I invited you here basically but I ..I'm just not ready for ..you know" your eyes teared up as you mumbled, that wasn't the reason why you didn't want to sleep with him, you didn't care about the divorce, you just didn't want him to think of you as someone he could have fun with for a night and leave, his own eyes softened as he noticed the anxious look on your face.

"Whatever it is that you desire from me tonight, I will give you that darling" he said firmly so you smiled before you chuckled slightly in disbelief.

"Really? So if I tell you that I barely have any friends and I want you to be my friend first, would you be my friend?" You asked him, he could sense the mockery in your tone, he didn't blame you, he knew his reputation wasn't the best especially because of how promiscuous his brother was on midgard he figured you must have put him through the same judgment, you didn't remember him after all.

"I would love to be your friend, I do not have any either"

Your eyes widened as he said that.

"Okay so ummm okay we can be friends i guess" he smiled as he grabbed your hand and placed a formal kiss on the back.

"My lady, I won't disappoint you i promise"

He kissed your forehead and as you looked up at him all of a sudden he just felt so familiar, as if you knew him in some other life, he felt like home and you couldn't really describe why.

That night as you both stayed up and talked you found yourself getting more and more attracted to him.

Days passed and turned into weeks but he never stepped out of line or asked you for things you never wanted to do, all your life you had felt a certain emptiness in your soul, even when you felt happy at times you found yourself thinking about the missing piece of your heart, you had always felt as if you were born with half a soul and for once in your life you were starting to believe that he was it. That he was the one you had been looking for, that he was the answer to all those questions. But he felt too good to be true.

How could someone be so precious as he was?

You had no idea how complicated your relationship was with him but you were going to find out the truth on your coming birthday..he was going to change your life forever, it would never be the same again.

And that is exactly what you had wished for all your life.

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[11queensupreme11]

With Cu cheating Au, what if Percy goes MIA on everyone for a century or more? Like she doesn’t want to be found or speak to anyone. She gets lucky in disappearing, like a small chance. She wants be away from Cu and by extension the rest of her husbands. Cu fuck things up and the rest of the other husbands get punished for his fuck up.

for this to happen she'd have to have managed to steal loki's cloak lmao, so at least it's not just cú chulainn getting yelled at, it'll be loki too 😂

sneaking away without a word would be a TERRIBLE idea. the yans would panic and literally destroy midgard to look for her.

it's best to just inform them first 😅

but anyway, lets say they don't destroy midgard and percy can chill out for a century or two. in the previous post i already talked about what that would be like with the whole loneliness and depression stuff 💀💀💀💀

meanwhile, cú chulainn is literally losing whatever shit he has left 💀 when percy comes back, it'll be to a broken down husband (who has the chains ready). he'll literally tackle her once she steps through the doors, smother her in hugs and kisses in a way he's never done before, and drag her to the bedroom. he's gonna show her just how much he misses her whether she likes it or not, and he's gonna make damn use of those chains to make sure she NEVER tries to pull a stunt like this ever again 💀💀💀