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mischief-lies-and-stories · 1 year ago

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Reacting to Animated Marvel Shows 8/?

All right, back to the anime Avengers. All you need to know is: pretty Loki (of course the most important part), weird noses, Avengers meets Sora & co., way too fast redemption arc, and another possible incestuous ship for me whoops. Spoilers for Future Avengers 1x20 (and probably 1x19).

Bruno looks a little early Avengers (2012) Loki and I don’t know anything about his usual character design, but between his eyes and the war paint (I think) on his face, he looks a little mind-controlled. [I knew nothing that happened before ep 19 at this point, and even that I didn’t really retain, but damn I was really close to what’s happening here.]

“Wing daggers”??

Hulk speaks in complete sentences in Japan, apparently

Ugh Amora, fuck off

Amora who are you calling “young sorcerer”? I know you’re older, but you’re roughly the same age

Cap just said “Avengers, stay frosty.” What the hell does that mean?!

Ironman just jumped in front of Loki (and Wasp, but mostly Loki) and my frostiron heart has reawakened. Cap, is this what you meant? Frosty, like frostiron?

I mean, it did nothing, all three of them got thrown into the wall, but it was cute

Hey, Loki, remember how you have magic? Why are you letting the mortal with science superpowers protect you from overpowered Amora???

I don’t understand what Makoto’s superpowers are

This b-plot is still hella gay

“Being a hero without you is meaningless to me.” What the fuck, friends to enemies to lovers, excruciating slow burn 100k words

I will not go to AO3 after this episode, I’m stronger than that

Thor why do you have to yell “Mjolnir throw” like it’s a Pokémon that needs you to tell it what to do? Also how did you miss?!

Why do they all have to name their powers to activate them, first of all? Second of all, isn’t Loki canonically immune to this? I know this came out before Loki, but still.

Ooh this is a good idea for a scene. I hope they do it well.

Lol they recreated the live action Avengers shot and just shoehorned Wasp in there.

I hate how the only part of their face animated to move is their mouth. Like Loki begging Thor not to listen to Evil Guy No.1 would be so much more moving (literally) if the rest of his face was allowed to be expressive. Like even if they did the anime pupil vibration it would add so much more emotion.

Loki kiss him to break the mind control (sorry, I’ll try to remember to tag this as thorki, I couldn’t help myself)

Thor please do the whole giving the villain a false sense of security in thinking he’s won by raising your hammer against your brother but at the last second slamming it against Evil Guy’s skull (I’ve already forgotten his name). You’re smart enough for this to be feasible, I believe in you.

I do also like the breaking the mind control through the power of (brotherly) love, too, though

But letting Loki genuinely show remorse and apologize when really you’re not influenced by Evil Guy (because your love for your brother is already too strong, okay I’ll stop) before you smash Evil Guy’s head in is cool too. Loki probably needs to do this for character growth purposes anyway.

Loki’s crying and I’m screaming, this is cute I can’t stand it

Holding hands! Okay I’m also crying now this is so sweet

Oh shit is she dead! Fuck I hope so. Go straight to hel, Amora

So does Bruno take on the Emerald Crystal to try to be more powerful than Makoto and then Makoto has to save him through the power of love?

Oh wait he’s already got the emerald!

Makoto fuck off with this no homo bullshit

Makoto kiss him to get the Emerald shit off him

Why are the OCs the only ones with normal fucking noses?! (Yeah, I’m on that shit still)

Gay love can pierce through the veil of emerald crystal and save the day

Makoto is so in denial about being in love with his bff lol

Makoto, it was the YAOI

“Brotherly bond” shut up, Thor, it was also the YAOI on your end

Dammit, Amora’s still alive

Evil Guy’s alias is just Leader? Weak.

Oh shit Evil Guy had a gun this whole time?! I swear to god if this kills either one of them I’m gonna be so annoyed. They’re Asgardian.

Also, I paused it just as he shot, but I’m calling it now, he aimed for Thor, but Loki jumped in front, even though they’re both immune to bullets (I think)

If Loki dies I’m suing

I fucking told you! Self-sacrificial piece of shit. If that armor isn’t bulletproof what’s it fucking good for?

Hey maybe subdue Evil Guy first before Loki fakes his death? He can hold it, it’s fine. But one, the dude might have another bullet in that gun, and two, he’s gonna make a run for it, both of which would render Loki’s bullshit sacrifice meaningless

Loki you piece of lying shit

All the same, I can’t tell if I’m crying from laughter or just crying

Marvel: So we can give you an evil Loki who lives or a redeemed Loki who (pretends to) bite it. That’s all we got.

Evil Guy why are you still here? Thor’s about to murder you three times over. You’ll be nothing but a spatter of blood on cement when he’s done with you, dumbass. You fucking shot Loki, then stuck around long enough to call him weak TO THOR’S TEAR-STAINED FACE?! Buddy you’re stupider than your choice of alias would imply.

YES! YES I FUCKING CALLED IT MY BOI LIVES

Oh motherfucker did you turn on your brother, you’re awfully close to Evil Guy for my liking

I’m more mad right now that Loki’s surprised (again) by how Thor reacts to his death than I will be if it turns out he’s a dirty lying traitor again

MOTHER OF FUCK, YOU PIECE OF SHIT

Again, Loki can live and be a villain or be a hero and die (fuck and doesn’t that sound familiar?)

Damn, there goes the kink cuffs

Fuck am I invested in this? Oh no

The end credits song is so stupid lol

End announcer guy: Come on, Loki, how could you betray the Avengers like that?

You must be new here, fam.

End announcer guy: Who is orchestrating the forces of evil?

Me: Dr. Doom.

Show: *Kang appears out of the fog, the size of a skyscraper*

Me: NO!!!

Me @ me: Bruno and Makoto are not getting together. This is a Disney kids show from 2017, it’s not gonna be gay.

Me: *proceeds to watch the next episode anyway*

Loki: *betrays Thor, like he famously repeatedly does*

Thor: *surprised Pikachu face*

Me: *surprised Pikachu face*

Yeah, I’m disappointed in me, too.

#loki #animated avengers #future avengers #future avengers 1x20 #future avengers 1x20 spoilers #marvel tv shows

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sergeantbuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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need to know // tom hiddleston

Summary: You and Tom take the Vanity Fair’s lie detector.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none. just fluff

A/N: As always, please remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @amandalove for proofreading this! 💙

Reader’s in an actress in this and she plays Amora “The Enchantress” in the Marvel movies. Also, she and Tom are dating.

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“So… (Y/N), Tom. We brought you here today to take a lie detector test. One of you will be hooked up to the machine while the other asks questions, and then you’ll switch. Who wants to be in the hot seat first?”

You and your boyfriend shared a look, both wearing a nervous smile on your face. “I’ll go first.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

While you get plugged into the machine, Tom switched seats. Now he was sitting across from you. Folder in his hand.

“I feel like my heart is pounding in my chest.”

“Is it true that you feel your heart pounding in your chest?”

“Yeah,” you laughed.

“Is your real name (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Yes.”

“Were you born in (C/Y/B)?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready to take this lie detector test?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, let’s get started.”

“Growing up, did you always want to be an actor?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Did you read the comics to get ready for the movies?”

“No,” you admitted.

Tom looked at Barry, the polygraph examiner. “True.”

You nervously laughed. “I mean... There are a lot of them. So no.”

“Is there another role you’d like to play?”

You thought about it. “Maybe the Black Widow… She’s a badass.”

“Amora is a badass too.”

You smiled. “You think so?” You didn’t really have to ask, your boyfriend had always said how your character was one of his favorites, even before you started dating.

“You know I do.”

“Are you happy with our relationship right now?”

“Of course!” you said immediately. “What kind of question is that?” Tom gave you a warm smile. God, you were really deep in love with this man.

“True.”

“Have you ever complained about me to your friends?”

“No.”

“Lie.”

Tom gave you a look, waiting for an explanation. “Maybe I have done it at some point, I don’t know. But I can’t recall when and why it was.”

“True.”

“Okay, I’ll take that.”

You saw him grinning at the next question. He averted his gaze from the paper, then looked at you. “I really wanna know the answer to this one.”

“So, in the first Avengers movie, Amora and Steve Rogers had this scene…” Oh gosh, you already knew where this question was leading to. “She enchanted him and kissed him. Were you excited when you found out you were gonna kiss Chris Evans?”

“Oh my god!” You were sweating. “I mean… I didn’t think much of it,” you replied honestly. You had been in the industry for a long time, and you had to kiss a lot of your co-stars. So Chris was just another one on the list.

“Would you say it was a good kiss?”

“I hate you,” you murmured.

“Lie.”

You both laughed.

“Alright… You and I were cast around the same time,” you nodded, “Do you remember your first impression of me?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Yeah…?”

“What was it?”

“You were a cool guy. You play the spoons, you have a nice accent.” He laughed, embarrassed, covering his face with his hands.

“Did you lie at some point during this lie detector test and we didn’t catch you?”

“No.”

“She’s telling the truth.”

...

“Tom, to calibrate the machine, I’m gonna ask you some straightforward questions and please answer honestly.”

“Is your name Thomas Hiddleston?”

“Yes.”

“Were you born in England?”

“Yes.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s get started.”

“You were born on February 9, right?”

“Yes.”

“So you are an Aquarius,” he nodded. “Do you believe our signs are compatible?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever looked up the signs of your celebrity crushes to see if you were compatible?”

“No.”

You looked at Barry. “True.”

“You don’t trust me?” he said in a faked offense.

“Just wanted to be sure.”

“Oh this one.” You averted your gaze from the paper to look at your boyfriend, who was now wearing a nervous expression. “During our relationship, did you ever think about going back to one of your exes?”

Tom’s nervous expression turned into a shocking one. “What kind of question is that?”

You shrugged. “Just answer.”

“No. I did not.”

“He’s telling the truth,” Barry assured.

“Oh, thank god.”

“Did you have any doubt?”

“I don’t know. I was just not expecting that question.”

“Me neither. Your questions were easier!”

“Do you consider any of my friends attractive?”

“Yeah.”

“True.”

“That’s fair. I have very beautiful friends.”

“You’re still my number one, though.”

“Does your family like me?”

“They love you.”

“He’s telling the truth”

“So… you play Loki and he has some cool powers. If you had superpowers, which power would you want to have?”

“Teleportation.”

“Are you a lot like your character Loki?”

“No,” he laughed.

Barry made a questionable face. “I am not. Firstly, I’m not a God-”

“A lot of people would beg to differ on that.”

“Oh gosh…” he laughed and threw his head back.

“Have you ever hated a movie or a show I starred in?”

“No.”

You looked at Barry. “He’s telling the truth.”

You laughed when you saw the next question. “Oh, I really wanna know this one. You have had quite a few on-screen love interests, am I your favorite?”

“Yes.”

“True.”

“Good. If you would have lied, we would have had a problem.”

“I would never lie to you.”

You looked at the machine guy. “Seriously?” The incredulously exaggerated voice of your boyfriend made you laugh.

“He’s telling the truth.”

“Okay, did you lie at some point during this lie detector test and we didn’t catch you?”

“No.”

“True.”

...

“Well, that was fun.”

Your boyfriend glanced at you. “You still have some questions to answer.”

You frowned. “Did you enjoy that kiss with Evans?”

“Oh my god. What are you? 5 years old?”

“It’s an easy answer, darling.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alright. Yes. Are you happy now? It was a good kiss.” You looked at your boyfriend, a shocking fake-hurt expression on his face.

“I’m hurt,” he said with a hand over his heart.

“You wanted an answer. Deal with it.” Tom just laughed and pulled you into his chest. You smiled, taking in his scent.

“I love you,” you murmured.

“I love you too.”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fic #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson imagine #loki imagine

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bubbleteycosplay · 3 years ago

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What ifs Sigyn's stories

Part 3

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities.

But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynoffidelity @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @useless-chan-draws @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @puck1919 @marvelentertainment

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Here you can find Part 1

And Part 2

Otter Sigyn by @officialjellydoughnut

jellydoughnut72 (Instagram/TikTok) not only enchants us with their Sigyn fanart, but also with their Sigyn Otter variant. If you don't know her yet, you have to look at her works^^

Who wants to know the story of Otter Sigyn. Off to their Instagram or TikTok page ^^

Pompei Sigyn Story by @jonquilclegane

The moment Prince Loki of Jotunheim saw the Princess Sigyn of Vanaheim, he knew he had to have her. It was during one of Thor’s improvised feasts. Many people, gods and commoners, were present, and so were Sigyn and her sisters. However, Loki had only eyes for one Vanir princess. There was, though, one little problem : Sigyn’s mother, Freya, was well known for her hate of Jotuns. Therefore, Loki decided to kidnap his lady love and find a nice place for them to live in peace. The Prince of Jotunheim, taking the appearance of a mere Midgardian mortal, decided that the little town of Pompei, close to Naples, was perfect. The landscape was divine, the climate a bit too hot for him but Sigyn seems to like it, the people friendly, and the food a true delight. Thanks to his magic, he conjured a small palace with all the commodities and luxuries due to their rank. Here, far from their families, they could enjoy each other’s company and live their love freely and completely under the Italian sun. Unfortunately, Freya found out their love nest, and furious, as Sigyn refused to follow her back to Vanaheim, she provoked an eruption, destroying the whole town and the one besides it, Herculaneum. Loki and Sigyn ran away, going straight to Asgard this time, and begged the AllFather and the AllMother for their protection. The lovers were allowed to marry, but the Queen of Vanaheim disowned her daughter and never spoke to her again.

Jotun Sigyn

A story about Sylvie's timeline ^^

Sigyn is the legitimate child of a Vanin and his jotun. All her life she is excluded from all ways of her appearance, nevertheless she has become a diplomat and works for peace and trade in all 9 worlds. On one of her travels she meets Loki and they become best friends. Sigyn is also a guest at Loki's wedding to Amora in Asgard and gets to know Heimdall. Heimdall is immediately taken with the half Jotunin and Vanin, even Sigyn is not averse to Heimdall. After emboldened conversations with Loki and Amora, Sigyn and Heimdall start spending more time together, but it's just not quite enough for a real relationship. Both just remain very good friends. And Sigyn concentrates again on her task as a diplomat. However, something happens to Sigyn that shouldn't have been fair, after a night of partying hosted by Thor, which also included Loki, Amora, and many others, is pregnant by an unknown person. She decides to be there for the child and loves her little girl Var very much. Sigyn is completely immersed in her role as a mother. This is how 3 years pass.

But fate strikes and Sigyn loses her best friends when the dark elves attack. Loki and Amora are dead and have decreed with their last will that Sigyn should take care of their son. Sigyn takes the 4-year-old little boy in and swears to Thor that nothing would happen to his nephew if she were alive. Since that day she lives on Jotunheim.

TVA boss Sigyn

She is the head of the TVA and relentless, she takes her orders from Kang himself, who controls all universes. When Loki shows up in the TVA, Sigyn sets Mobius on him to incapacitate him as he could jeopardize Kang's plans. But when Loki manages to escape, Sigyn and Mobius go after him themselves. Loki does not know that it is his wife who is personally after him, as he believes her to be dead for many centuries. And Sigyn, who has nothing but hatred for her husband, would like to breathe his life out personally.

Teen Sigyn (Tales of Asgard/Kid Loki) by @sigynoffidelity

What if Teen Sigyn is the only Sigyn in the Void and everyone, especially KingLoki treats her like a Queen because they all soft feelings for her and protect her with their Life?

Childhood friends? I hope we still are.

► Young!Sigyn; My young SIgyn potrayal is around 13 years in midgardian years, but if you wanna play out teenage drama she can also be 16 years old, Sigyn is a very quiet child, prefers to read books and watch people, but she has also some mischievous ideas. At that age she met Loki and they liked each other from the start, they loved books, love/hating their older siblings and are interested in magic.

Years have put space between us and now you seem so far.

Childhood promises never seem to stick.

Best friends forever is an old classic.

What would happen in the future

We were not aware.

Who could forget that one special person who was always there?

The arms into which you fall.

The one to which you crawl.

No more playing in the back yard.

Growing up sure makes being friends hard.

From kids to teenagers we have grown so much.

I wonder how such good friends seem to lose touch.

Maybe destiny will hopefully let us meet again.

Until then this is a letter to an old friend.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/childhood-friends-loose-touch

If you want to follow this story further follow @sigynoffidelity and start the RPG with her ^^

Prince Sigyn of Vanaheim Story written by my best friend

Sigyn put the basket in which he had collected berries on the ground and looked at the position of the sun. It would be time to go home soon, otherwise his family would worry. Sigyn went to the forest every day to collect firewood, berries or mushrooms. Which he brought to those of his people who had nothing else. He did this because she had no one else and it was important to him to support those who sacrificed a lot of their free time to help them.

The young prince was a handsome young man with blue eyes and wheat-blond hair. Sigyn had a cheerful and even-tempered disposition. He liked going into the woods, and when he was alone he would often hum the tune of a song to himself.

Sigyn bent down for the basket, then suddenly stopped moving. A wolf stood not far from him and looked at him. Sigyn sat up and stood motionless, she wasn't afraid of the animal. Her mother hated the wolves, they were beasts that attacked the herds at night. They killed cattle and lambs bloodthirsty. They came from Jotunheimen and the elders of the people even said that wolves had eaten people.

Sigyn had never seen a wolf, he looked at it intensely. 'He's really handsome,' she thought, 'and he looks proud. He must be happy that he can live free.” The wolf moved closer and closer to Sigyn and fixed him with his unfathomable green eyes. Sigyn didn't move, he didn't think for a minute about running from the wolf. She was fascinated by this animal.

The wolf stopped and remained silent for a few minutes, then said, "You are a pure and innocent being. I can trust you with my secret. I'm not a wolf, I'm a prince.” Sigyn listened to his words, his voice sounded so soft. The wolf continued: "You are a magician, son of Frayer, whom all my people hate, but you understand my nature, do not fear us. You have been my heart since I saw you for the first time, I will protect and love you with my life.” The wolf was silent and looked at Sigyn invitingly. Sigyn seemed to think hard. Then he looked up: "But we don't know each other but yes I don't see any wild animals. But if I can love you like you love me. I know that… but I could.” The wolf smiled: “Then I will be yours. Until the day comes when you want to be me fully. Because I will confide in you all. And if you have enough trust in me, then I will allow you to stroke my fur. And only then will you see me in my real form.”

And so Sigyn and the wolf met every day. The wolf told Sigyn stories and how Asgard had once kidnapped him so that he should marry Odin's daughter Amora: "One day Odin had me kidnapped by his eldest son Thor and taken to his castle. He offered me gold and the hand of his daughter Amora if I..." Sigyn interrupted him curiously: "Is Amora really as beautiful as all Baden defeat her?" Overthrew the throne and installed Odin as ruler of both realms.” Sigyn interrupted again, this time indignant: “What a mean plan. A son must never betray his father." The wolf looked at him and nodded in agreement: "Yes, Odin is mean and he is dangerous. Of course I refused his request. He had me chained and thrown in the dungeon. But that wasn't enough for him. He gave a lot of money to a witch who sneaked into his chambers undetected at night and ordered her to kill me if I hadn't turned into a wolf I wouldn't be alive anymore."

Sigyn sighed deeply. It was a very sad story, and he felt deep sympathy for the wolf who was kidnapped by his people to force them to tell. But since it was getting late and she had to go home. He looked at the wolf, who suddenly looked tired and old. He turned away from him: "It's time, I have to go. Farewell.” Sigyn watched him go for a long time. His heart was pounding and he suddenly felt a great warm feeling rise up inside him.

Over supper, Sigyn kept asking her father animatedly about wolves, Asgard, and Jotunheim. She wanted to know everything he knew about it. The father gently stroked his beard, he was able to talk freely today as Frayer wasn't at home.

"Sigyn, that's a lot of things coming together and while I'm glad you want to know more about politics and other things." He lowered his voice, "It's not good to talk about it when your mother is here; but she's not here right now so I can answer your questions." And so Sigyn's father told him everything he knew and talked well into the night.

When Sigyn lay in bed, he tried to organize his confused thoughts, and then this great warm feeling came up in her again. Finally he got up and opened the window of her room, a cool wind brought refreshment. He looked into the starry night and thought he heard the long howl of a wolf.

Courtesan Sigyn from Dungeons and Desires ( Archive of Our Own Fanfiction from FrostWolfGirl)

Dungeons and Desires:

High above the dungeons of Asgard was a place few knew. Once, it was the home of Odin himself, but hundreds of years ago, new residents moved in as the King took his residence closer to the throne. Now, these towers are the home of those whose bodies are available to the right person. Prisoners with a life sentence still have needs that can only be satisfied by the flesh. Set six months after the Battle of New York, Loki applies for the program but only one woman will take him.

Conqueror Sigyn story by @shenanigans-and-imagines

President Loki/Conqueror Sigyn 48

Word Count: 894

Warning: Heavily Implied Smut

Sigyn stared out into the Void. It was a far cry from the cities and palaces she had ruled over so long ago. In the night, there was nothing to see, save for the purple light of Alioth somewhere on the horizon. All the same, the darkness provided a blank canvas allowing visions of the distant past and future to play in front of her eyes.

To her dismay, she was forced back into the immediate present as Loki's arms twisted around her.

"I thought you were asleep," she said.

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing," he countered, as he pressed a long hard kiss to her neck. The intent was obvious, especially as his hands roamed up and down her body.

She could feel him smile against her skin as his lips lazily made their way up to her ear.

He began to hum something. She couldn’t name the tune, but she let it lead her anyway. Her hips swayed and soon she was in Asgard again. The golden pillars of the palace came into her visions. She could feel the heat of the torch light as she and her husband danced on the balcony under the stars. There were still worlds to see and conquer, but in that moment only the two of them existed.

“There we are. Not so bad to let another lead, is it my pet?”

Sigyn’s eyes snapped open, the vision shattering into pieces as she was once again thrust into the black and cold.

Why couldn’t he have the good common decency to keep his mouth shut?

“I’m not your pet,” she growled. She moved to push him away, but he only held her tighter.

She didn’t know when he had turned her around. All she knew was that she could see the full front of his infuriating face.

It was yet another reminder that he was not her Loki. He held all the same features, but the eyes were all wrong. Her husband looked at her as a mortal looks at a goddess, this Loki looked at her as a dog looks at a forgotten carcass.

“If not a pet, what else?” he mocked. “Lover? Mistress? Whore?”

“I’m not your anything,” she spat, her teeth bared. “And you are nothing to me, save a body. If your tongue weren’t useful in other ways, I’d have cut it out the moment I met you.”

Something flashed behind his eyes. If he were her Loki, she wouldn’t have called it hurt. It barely lasted a second. It seemed arrogance was the only thing allowed to take permanent residence with occasional visits from a dangerous smile.

“There are plenty here with the same body, and yet you choose mine,” he said. “Why is that? Why is it me you come to in the night? What is it about my cock that leaves you dripping for more?”

He spoke low, the words sliding hot and heavy into her ear.

He wasn’t her Loki. Her Loki whispered praise and worship, promising her the world and all that lay in it. All this Loki seemed capable of doing was talk about himself. And yet, that persistent ache between her legs grew harder and harder to ignore. It was pissing her off.

She didn’t think. She just focused on her hands, filling them with magic before blasting Loki away from her.

He landed hard on the floor, his eyes wide in surprise.

She didn’t give him time to do much else. With a flick of her hand, a muzzle wrapped around his mouth and chains formed around his wrists.

He moved to get up, but the chains were too heavy. His hands were left useless above his head leaving him pinned, gagged and helpless.

Sigyn felt herself able to breathe again. It was always good to give him these little reminders of who she truly was. For all his talk, she was in control, not him.

She was tempted to leave him there. It would be an effective lesson, certainly. Maybe the other Loki’s would find him. Maybe he’d break free. It didn’t matter either way. Like he said, there were plenty of others in the Void with his body.

She turned to do just that, when she heard a muttering behind her. She looked back to see Loki’s head raised and eyes furious.

She smiled. Silently she flicked her wrists, pulling the gag away. It was only fair to let him beg.

“Yes?” she prompted.

Loki held his head high, or at least as high as he could, making a point to look her in the eye.

“My apologies, if my words offended you, your highness,” he said. “Allow me to make amends. My tongue, as you said, has other uses. I would be more than happy to show you all of them.”

Sigyn stood, her lips pressed into a hard line as her mind and body battled inside her.

In the end, the body won. To his credit, Loki made good on his promise and used his tongue in ways she had forgotten existed.

She could always kill him later. She could stop whenever she wanted.

If you want to know how Conqueror Sigyn goes on follow @shenanigans-and-imagines and let them know you want more content from this story ^^

Short life Sigyn

Sigyn was born to two nobles in Asgard. Who had wanted children for a long time. When Sigyn finally left, she was very happy, but she was born sick and the healers realized that Sigyn would not have a very long life. But her parents were not discouraged and decided to make their daughter's life as beautiful as possible. But when Sigyn turned 160, the time had come and she died peacefully in her mother's arms.

The Sigyn Story

I won't write anything here to know their health follow @fauna-and-mythos blog ^^

Part 4 is in progress ^^

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kiki-shortsnout · 3 years ago

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If you're still taking prompts from the intimacy prompts list. 43 with IronStrange or Frostiron please! Love your writing! 💙💙💙

Hey! I've finally finished my IronStrange Bigbang!! So I can come back to my prompts! Thank you for waiting!

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Slight torture, Blood (nothing Graphic)

FrostIron: Head in lap.

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Tony had been in this position before, more times than he was willing to admit. Hands bound behind his back, his wrists bleeding from where he’d been tugging at his restraints, his palms sealed together from the stickiness of his blood. The strain on his thighs and knees was a dull burn, a constant ache that never wavered, the grip in his hair ensuring he never sat back on his legs in a desperate reprieve.

If he could survive the torture of the Ten Rings, he could survive this. The arc reactor was already lodged in his chest, the frigid metal caressing the bone of his sternum. There wasn’t much more anyone could do to him, he was already in constant pain from the thing keeping him alive, could feel the shrapnel in his chest rattling with every gasp. Apart from taking his life, which he wasn’t sure he was fond of anyway, there wasn’t anything these kidnappers could take from him.

At least, that’s what Tony thought until they brought in Loki.

Bruises were littered over his high cheekbones, his split lip catching Tony’s attention and making him wriggle against the hand in his hair. He grit his teeth at the kick in the back of his thigh for his effort, not showing any outward pain.

Tony had seen lots of different sides to Loki over the last few months. The would be conqueror ensnared in a mind-controlling spell, a contrite younger brother, wanting to make amends with Thor but not knowing how to. There was the Loki who enjoyed pranking the Avengers, mischief, and humor dancing in his eyes, a Loki who read quietly in Tony’s workshop, finding a quiet freedom in being outside of Odin’s influence.

Recently, there had been the Loki who watched Tony when he thought no one was looking, a flirtatious lilt to his words when they talked, completely at odds with the shy Alpha who brought Tony gifts from other realms.

But, Tony had never seen this.

He could feel the livid rage in those green eyes, like fire on his skin, an intense fury that would make lesser men cower. Even Tony, who trusted Loki, tried to shuffle away from the gaze, scared he could see his weakness, his patheticness at being apprehended like this. His eyes shone bright like the magic he wielded, sweeping over Tony’s body, seeking out any injury, his teeth baring in a furious snarl.

Despite the situation, the tongue lashing he was no doubt going to receive if they managed to get out of here alive, shivers still teased over Tony’s body at the sound. He’d always fought against the idea of having a dominant Alpha, despised the thought that he needed taking care of, that he was inferior in any way, but Loki’s overprotective snarl and the dangerous look in his eyes was making Tony’s inner Omega purr and preen at the attention.

Now is not the time.

‘How the mighty have fallen,’ a silky, sensual voice wrapped around them, shaking Tony out of his fantasies about sexy, deadly alien Alphas. Breaking away from Loki’s stare, the ominous promise in it, Tony turned his head, trying to find the source of the voice. He wasn’t sure where they were, he’d already done recon as soon as he’d woken up in here, and the only information he had was that they were in some sort of castle, stone floors, stone walls, candlesticks on the walls.

Alright, not candlesticks, some sort of magical floating orb that was casting light around them, but he still doesn’t believe Thor, or Loki when they’ve tried to explain magic, so he refused to see them floating around like ghostly fireflies.

Loki didn’t answer, but Tony could tell from his expression that he recognized her, a growl thundering in his chest as he looked between whoever was behind him and Tony’s battered body.

‘My, my, what a beautiful Omega.’

Tony tried to look up, but the hand in his hair gripped hard enough to rip strands from his skull, and he understood that no eye contact was allowed. Green knee high boots entered the line of his vision, and a cool hand grasped his chin, yanking his face up. She was beautiful, all long legs and gorgeous blonde hair, looking like a medieval warrior princess or something. Tony knew that beautiful creatures were often the most dangerous ones.

He’d fallen for one after all.

‘Spirited too, I can see what he sees in you,’ she cooed down to him, nails digging into his cheeks, his blood oozing over her fingers. Tony heard Loki’s frantic struggle against his captors, the shift of leather dragging across stone.

‘No matter your beauty, you are still a pathetic, disgusting creature.’

It’s cute she thought her words will hurt him. He’d been called far worse, tortured to his breaking point before. This was nothing, his body being bruised? That was what happened when he got called to assemble. He grinned up at her, feeling a twist of delight low in his gut as the skin above her nose wrinkled at his blatant disrespect.

‘You do not understand mortals, you never have, never looked past your disdain of them,’ Loki finally said. ‘Leave him. He is worthless to you. It is me you want, Amora.’

Pretty name, Tony thought to himself, inhaling deeply as he tried to work out her secondary gender. Omega, interesting.

‘And what has changed that your view of them is now positive? I remember a time when you sought to enslave these pitiful creatures, and now you live among them, spurning my calls for help, the glory of seeing our enemies at our feet…’

Hell hath no fury like an Omega spurned, Tony chuckled, suppressing his cry as her foot connected with his ribs, sending him sprawling.

Alright, that one hurt.

‘I’ve been watching you Loki, and I do not believe your view has changed. You still see Midgardians as pitiful. It is a single mortal who has changed your outlook,’ Amora whispered, her heels clicking across the stone as she picked up Tony by the back of the neck, yanking him back to his knees.

‘You’re barking up the wrong tree, sister. Loki doesn’t think of me like that, trust me, I’ve tried to flirt with him, and he’s not interested,’ Tony laughed, running his tongue over the blood that coated his teeth.

He wasn’t lying. Tony had tried for weeks to show Loki he was interested in changing their friendship to something more. Short of pinning him down and scenting him like a crazed animal, there was nothing Tony hadn’t done to try and coax Loki into a courtship of some sort.

Loki hadn’t responded to any of it.

‘How little you understand. Loki has always had everything he’s coveted taken from him. He hides what he treasures most, even to the one he cares for. Don’t you remember, Loki? How we used to wreak havoc across the nine realms to cause your father pain due to his special treatment of Thor, his golden child,’ Amora hissed, tightening her hold on his throat.

Tony refused to react, ignoring the panic building in him as his body struggled to draw in a lungful of air, blotchy spots distorting his vision.

‘Leave him, Amora.’

There was no panic, no Alpha command in his voice. His words were concise, coated with a brittle frost. His gaze slid over to where Loki was kneeling, red bleeding into his eyes, his muscles bunched and tense, losing his grip on his magic, his Jotunn heritage blurring the edges of the Alpha he knew.

‘Careful, you’ll send him skittering away with that monster lurking beneath your skin,’ Amora taunted, moving to the side so they could look at each other, her hold on his throat never wavering. ‘This one is strong, isn’t he? I can see he’s in pain, you can smell it in his scent can’t you, the way he’s begging you to save him, the big, strong Alpha,’ she sneered.

Tugging him higher and off his knees, Tony struggled to get a foot onto the stone floor to support his weight, knowing his neck was going to snap if he didn’t.

‘What will it take to break you, hmm?’ she whispered, leaning towards him. Her sunshine blonde hair slipped over his shoulder, tickling his skin as she brought her nose to his unmarked bonding gland, scenting it. ‘What if I gave you to one of the Alphas who stole you, ruined you for him?’

He’d been threatened that in Afghanistan, one of many taunts to make him give up the Jericho missile.

‘Make sure they’re attractive, my public image will suffer if my bond mate is butt ugly,’ Tony answered, his tone considering even as he fought his restraints, the scalding agony of his lungs becoming impossible for him to ignore.

‘I will tear apart any Alpha that dares touch him,’ Loki spat from the other side of the room, his voice thick as if something was obstructing his throat.

Amora froze even as her lips brushed against Tony’s neck, her gaze flicking up to peer through long eyelashes at him, searching for something.

‘Do your worst, sweetheart,’ Tony challenged.

Pretty pink lips curved in an erotic smile. A hand splayed over his stomach, fingers walking up towards his chest. He could feel the tips of her sharp nails through his tattered shirt, and then she was tearing it aside, the azure light of the arc reactor lighting up the gloom of the room.

‘Found you,’ she taunted, finger tapping across the glass.

No matter how much he tried to keep his poker face, the sheer terror he felt when her nails plunged into his skin surrounding the arc reactor was exposed to them all through his scent, the sour scent of it pungent in the room, trapped by the stone walls and turning thicker by the second. Hating himself, Tony let out a high pitched whine, a frantic call for help.

Not there!

His body crumpled to the floor as the pressure on his neck vanished, shuddering pain coursing through his shins as he fell forward, his face taking the brunt of the fall. The memories of terror and agony he felt at Afghanistan left him deaf to the fight around him, the blurring figure of Loki ferociously attacking their captors nothing more than an afterthought as he curled in a ball to protect himself.

‘Stark.’

Tell us how to build a Jericho missile!

‘Stark!’

The hell did you do to me?

‘Anthony!’

That is an electromagnet hooked up to a car battery, and it's keeping the shrapnel from entering your heart.

Hands fell on his back, and he yelled, rolling on his back to fight, succumbing to his basic instincts in his fear. His lips drew back in a snarl, ready to bite whoever touched him.

‘You are unharmed, Tony, beloved, trust me.’ A wrist was thrust in front of his nose, ignoring the way Tony latched onto it, attempting to bite chunks from his skin. ‘Breathe in, scent me, know who I am,’ the voice instructed, and he could smell crisp snow, permeating the fear gripping his brain.

I know this scent.

‘That’s it, beloved, breathe, regain control of your mind. You are safe, Amora has fled, and I will never let any harm you.’

Tony could feel a hand covering the arc reactor and instead of recoiling from it, his instincts made him lean up into it, knowing this person would protect him. He breathed the scent in deep, the primal part of him knowing he was safe. When the panic had subsided, he looked up into unfamiliar red eyes.

‘Loki?’ he rasped, his words aggravating his abused throat.

‘Do not let my appearance scare you, it is still me. I will regain control of my magic…in a moment,’ Loki conceded, dropping his gaze to look at Tony’s throat.

‘I’m not scared, not of you,’ Tony blurted.

‘Kind words. I know how I appear,’ Loki said in a clipped tone, reaching around Tony’s back and ripping apart the restraints. Tony whimpered in relief, his back sagging to the floor as he brought his hands up. Loki’s eyes blazed ruby as he gently grasped them, bringing them to his face so he could examine the damage.

‘You’re gorgeous,’ Tony argued, delirious from both the pain and the scent Loki was emitting. He wanted to drown in it, wrap it around himself like a blanket and never surface. Even with his body protesting, the tenuous link he had on his consciousness, darkness lapping at the edges of his mind, he managed to put his head in Loki’s lap, breathing a sigh of relief.

‘You, Anthony Stark are a foolish, remarkable creature. Stubborn, brave thing,’ Loki muttered, pulling off his cape to drape on Tony, his thumb smearing across the blood on Tony’s wrist.

‘I’ll take you away from this wretched place once I’ve got better control of my inst…magic,’ Loki amended. Tony liked that Loki’s instincts were going haywire around him, that this gorgeous Alpha was keeping hold of him in case any dared to attack.

‘I’m sorry, that this happened to you,’ Loki whispered at him, stroking a blue hand through his hair.

‘Don’t be, it’s not the worst thing that’s happened to-’

Loki’s growl ripped through the air, making Tony flinch at the force of it, feeling like he could be torn asunder by the noise alone.

‘Sorry, my behavior is inexcusable. My instincts are hard to control when I’m around you, they always have been,’ Loki snapped, forcing his gaze away, the hand in Tony’s hair stopping.

‘I don’t want my Alpha to control himself when he’s with me. I know this is the wrong time to be asking…but was what any of she said true?’

‘What did you call me?’

‘My Alpha,’ Tony said easily, feeling his head droop as his body began to succumb to the pain.

‘Anthony,’ Loki growled, bending over to hold him close. ‘We will speak of this once we return.’

Tony nodded, going limp in Loki’s hold, his last thoughts about how he would tell Rhodey he was going to mate an alien Alpha.

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avengershumanresources · 4 years ago

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blood 8 - Strange/Stark!Reader

Relationship: Dr. Strange/Princess!Stark!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Adult Themes, smut, adult language, implied sexual violence, general violence

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of the legendary King Anthony Stark, Uniter of Lands, The Iron Defender, and leader of the realm. When the king disappears during battle, hope is lost and he is presumed dead.

When the late king’s uncle, Obadiah, takes the throne until your brother Peter is of age, he quickly arranges a marriage for you with a wicked king in a neighboring kingdom.

With the realms politics in question, and rumors of an upcoming siege to overthrow Peter’s rule before it starts, you quickly learn who is loyal to the crown and who is not.

part 7 - part 9

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WARNING: Attempted sexual assault/violence

8 - a secret

The news swept over the castle like a wave at high tide.

Prince Loki and Prince Thor were leading a brigade of men toward the castle, and the rumor was that the princes were furious with Obadiah.

“I did say trust me, didn’t I?” Stephen joked while the two of you watched the men cross the threshold into the castle grounds, both princes sitting majestically upon their steads, leading their entourage inside.

“They’re going to get themselves killed,” you murmured.

“Obadiah wouldn’t be so forward in front of the public,” Stephen reasoned, eyeing the Asgardian guardsmen as they continued their march inside. “They look like they’re ready for a war now. He’s be stupid to start anything with the men they’ve brought.”

He wasn’t wrong. The men looked as angry as their leaders were rumored to be. Their armor shimmered against the bright summer sunlight, and their weapons didn’t look like they were in town for a diplomatic mission.

If you hadn’t known any better, you would have guessed they had plans to overthrow the castle themselves.

“He is on our side, right?” you asked again, nervous at the confident way the brothers surveyed their troops below.

“Yes,” Stephen assured you with a confident nod of his head. “They both wish to see Peter safely on the throne.”

“I hope I don’t actually have to marry him,” you blurted out, catching Loki’s eye and offering a small wave in his direction. He bowed his head and rounded his horse into the castle behind the last of his infantry.

“Oh no?” Stephen teased, pinching your arm with a chuckle. “Did Brock win you over with his boyish charm?”

“Gods you’re unbearable sometimes,” you shoved his arm and started back for the castle. “Let’s get ready. I have a feeling court is going to take a while.”

(—)

“Announcing, Prince Loki of Asgard,” Sam bowed and stepped aside while the dark haired prince sauntered forward, ignoring the wave of whispers and dirty looks that were sent his way by the court.

You were seated a few levels down from your uncle with Peter and Pepper. Morgan was with her nursemaid, and the rest of the court stood on the ground, watching the scene unfold with great interest.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up,” Obadiah opened, glaring down at him. Brock was at his side, arms crossed while he glowered down.

“You have nerve with your slander, your majesty,” he snapped back. “Defaming your closest allies for what, this traitor?”

“I remind you, you’re standing in my keep,” Obadiah snarled back and Loki laughed.

“My brother and my men are already within your walls, with reinforcements waiting at the border,” he countered sharply. “I dare you to make a move against me. Even with your hound at your side, you would be making a very powerful enemy.”

Obadiah exchanged an uneasy look with Brock before clearing his throat.

“Why are you here?”

“You’ve stolen my bride,” Loki stated simply, eyeing drifting in your direction. You kept your expression neutral, despite your heartbeat kicking against your chest. “I’ve come to collect my due and close what relations Asgard has with you. Unless you have something to offer to appease my father’s understandable frustrations.”

The murmurs started up with that.

Peter even leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“He didn’t mention that,” he said, frowning, his fingers curling nervously against his armrest. You reached over and touched the top of his hand, focusing on calming your younger brother.

“You know how he is,” you reminded him softly, willing calm toward him. After a moment, you saw his body relax. “He’s negotiating. You know our uncle won’t listen otherwise.”

Peter gave a curt nod, returning his focus to the scene before you, and listening intently to the exchange.

Amora, for her part, had been ignoring the whole ordeal until you tried calming Peter. When you pulled your hand away, you instantly felt her eyes bore into you from across the room, where she and Stephen stood away from the crowds.

“I was under the impression there was no claim to the princess,” Brock cut in, glaring now at Obadiah. The tension between the three men was palpable, even in the massive throne room.

“Don’t be ridiculous, there wasn’t,” Obadiah hissed, waving away the other king and returning his attention to Loki.

“I beg to differ,” Loki reached in his robes and pulled out a rolled document. The entire room was on edge as he passed it to Sam and the knight handed it off to the king.

Obadiah took his time in unfurling it. He skimmed it over, expression reddening, with Brock reading over his shoulder.

“Forgery!” he cried, throwing the document aside. Loki snapped his fingers and the paper materialized back into his hands.

“This was written three days after the princess’ brith, pledging her to me when we came of age,” he explained coolly, mostly to the crowd. Ladies and lords gasped at the revelation, eyes darting between the royals at the scandal.

“Why weren’t you married sooner?” Obadiah demanded, ignoring the cutting scowls from Brock. “She’s had her blood for years now. The contract is no longer binding.”

“We were to be married after the king returned from battle,” Loki lied easily. “But the princess was distraught and asked that it be postponed. I, ever the gentleman, respected these wishes until such time there was stability in the kingdom. I never imagined such a betrayal by an allied nation would have occurred in such a short time.”

Eyes shot to you while the kings continued their interrogation over who would eventually take your hand.

You kept your eyes down, only looking up to Pepper when she lightly touched your hand with a loving smile.

“The princess mentioned none of this,” Obadiah howled, and when attention was diverted back to you, Loki jumped in and saved you from embarrassment.

“Of course she didn’t,” he stated, tone as calm and cool as it’d been when he entered the room. “Look at you, she’d lost her father and potential betrothed in one sweep. She was probably terrified to go against you. It’s why I’m here, to defend her honor, take her as my bride, and return to Asgard.”

“I won’t allow it,” Brock voiced, stepping down from Obadiah’s side and moving to the ground near Loki where he continued his case. “The princess has agreed to marry me.”

“Under context of further terror, I’m sure,” Loki supplied sharply. “Your men slaughtered her father, leaving nothing behind. What other option did she have but to agree?”

“Do not play this court for fools,” Brock hissed. “We all know it was Asgard who planned the attack and framed my kingdom. The trading negotiations were never enough.”

“Is that so?” Loki asked, expression darkening. “I was under the impression that the trade routes benefited this kingdom handsomely. Is it not convenient that I’ve been given permission from my father to end our agreement if I see it necessary?”

The room began to panic at this. A few of the lords even voiced their protest at the concept, and seeing that he was losing the crowd, Obadiah bellowed out.

“Enough!” his voice rattled against the glass in the windows and echoed through the chamber until everyone fell silent. “I will convene with my council until the matter is resolved. Loki, you and your men will be our honored guests until this… confusion is settled.”

“I accept your invitation,” Loki smiled snidely at Brock with a grand bow. “My men will settle in the land surrounding the castle for the time being, and appreciate your generosity during this… difficult time.”

Court was dismissed, but ladies and lords lingered, watching the royal family and the kings as they turned the public spectacle into a more private conversation.

“Princess?” Amora questioned, appearing at your elbow just as you stood from your chair. “May I have a word with you?”

Eyes wide, you tried to seek out Stephen, but he was nowhere to be seen, likely caught up in the crowd answering questions and speculations from the lords and ladies.

“The princess and I were about to enjoy a walk through the gardens,” Pepper looped her arms through yours, throwing on another smile. “You’re welcome to join us. I will try not to be a bother.”

Amora’s gaze flickered over the queen, her plastered on smile faltering slightly at the offer.

“I’d be honored, you majesty,” she finally stated, letting Pepper lead the way to the gardens with a pair of guards behind.

“It’s a beautiful day, don’t you agree, Amora?” Pepper started the conversation, forcing Amora to keep in step with you and the queen. “I planted some roses last year that have finally come to bloom. Do you like roses, Amora?”

“I do,” the sorceress answered tersely before turning to you, eyes glowing an ominous green. “Princess, what do you make of what just occurred? Is it true you were frightened from telling the truth of this prior betrothal?”

“My late husband always intended for the princess to marry Loki,” Pepper answered before you could even open your mouth. “It was hardly a secret. You should have seen the two at balls when they were children. It was so endearing.”

“Then do you protest the marriage of the princes to my king, your grace?” Amora tried and Pepper stopped, pulling her arm free of yours and giving the sorceress a once over.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, witch, but I suggest you stop,” she practically growled at the blonde. “My daughter will not marry your king, and your schemes will be stopped before the moon is full.”

Amora’s eyes snapped back to normal, her pupils flaring at the overt threat.

“How can you be so confident?” she countered, voice full of venom. “You would do well to stay quiet and pretty on the side. You’re no longer queen, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“My son will sit upon the throne in three months time,” Pepper reminded her. “And if there is any obstruction to that, those who stand in the way of the Stark family will burn. Darling, what are the family words?”

You startled at the shift toward you.

“We shall overcome and conquer,” you recited quickly before Pepper returned a razor sharp smile toward the sorceress.

“I think your king might need you,” Pepper added, waving away the blonde and turning toward her roses without so much as a second glance. “Gods know we don’t.”

You’d never heard such open hostility from your step-mother. The woman had always had a calm reserve about her that you’d respected during times of crisis. She’d been the voice of reason when you’d seen your father fretting over alliances or military tactics.

Amora hesitated a moment, looking from Pepper to you, before letting out a resigned sigh and leaving the two of you to the flowers.

“Is she gone?” Pepper asked, tinkering with a rose that was struggling to bloom.

You waited until Amora had returned to the castle interior before confirming she was out of sight.

All at once, Pepper enveloped you into her arms and sighed, squeezing you against her chest.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against the top of your hairline. She pulled away after a moment, her hands still lingering on your shoulders while she tried to read your expression. “This is never what we had planned for you.”

The honesty in her tone broke your heart. How many times had she and your father discussed your future? Your prospects?

“We can only do our best,” you murmured. “Who could have predicted the turn this would have taken?”

“If you had to choose, who would make you happy?” Pepper asked seriously and you considered her words carefully.

“Of the two?”

Pepper’s expression lifted at the question, a knowing smile playing at the edge of her lips.

“I see,” she hummed in thought. “That damned idiot never came forward.”

Feeling your face warm at that, you sighed with a defeated laugh.

“He probably thought there was more time,” you reached for one of the nearby roses and gave it a sniff.

Pepper paused, and when you looked to see why she hadn’t spoken, her expression had fallen, eyes lost a million miles away.

“I think we all did,” she finally whispered, blinking back the pooling water in her eyes. “I do believe you could be happy with Loki.”

You made a noise- not quite of agreement, but not of total disgust.

“He might even allow you certain… liberties,” she offered lightly. “For his mischief, he is a good man at heart.”

Pulling away from the flower, you finally met her eyes directly, knowing that you would have to face this eventually.

“He’s doing this for our family,” you whispered, keeping your gestures calm and neutral under the eye of the guards. You plucked one of the roses free and move to attach it to the collar of her dress. “He means to stop the alliance Brock and Obadiah are planning, to keep Peter on the throne.”

Pepper’s expression hardened at the information. You could tell she was forming connections as you fidgeting with the button holes and slide the rose into place.

“You keep secrets well, dove,” she reached for the flower affectionately before leaning and kissing your cheek. “Peter… not so much. Have you gone to the kitchens recently? I hear you might have a reunion with a little thief from yesterday.”

She pulled away and started back toward the castle, one of the guards following behind her, the other remaining to watch you. You realized that it was Steve, his expression guilty when you approached.

“Were you listening?” you challenged and he sighed.

“Only a little,” he confessed. “For your safety.”

“A conversation between mother and daughter?” you smirked and he rolled his eyes.

“You should go to the kitchens,” he offered in place of an explanation. “Or rather, shall we?”

(—)

“Are you ready for what you must do?” Wanda asked, lifting the glass vial Stephen had sealed and set out on his desk.

The observatory was unnaturally quiet. The fireplaces extinguished, the books all stacked away or moved to his family home in the countryside. Aside from him and Wanda, there was no life in the room, all traces of your late nights together, books read, or spells learned had been erased.

It was almost time.

“What choice do I have now?” he asked, plucking the vial from her hand and giving it a shake. “Loki can buy us some time, but until the family is secure we cannot make a move.”

“The princess is headed to the kitchens,” Wanda stated, pausing while her eyes glowed red. “Brock is unhappy with todays events and is looking for her.”

Stephen clenched the vial in his palm. He didn’t want to exploit your emotions, but you wouldn’t be able to hide from Amora forever. The queen had done a marvelous job of keeping her away, but she, along with every other magic user in the room, had felt the seidr you’d unwittingly passed to Peter.

“I need to be with the king,” Wanda suddenly stated, eyes wide. “The future is moving toward us faster than expected, Stephen.”

She disappeared in a cloud of red smoke, leaving him to his empty, broken room.

Would the two of you get a chance to steal away in its comfort again?

Would you even forgive him for lying and hiding the truth from you?

Opening his hand and rolling the vial around his palm, he sighed. Wanda was right. Things were going to move quickly and all at once after the first weight dropped.

(—)

Natalia hadn’t expected you to be glaring at her from across the kitchen.

So when you dragged her to the hallway, demanding an explanation, she was at a loss for words. At least, until she saw Steve’s smirk from the corner of the space.

Oh.

It was nearing time.

“Stephen wanted me to be closer to keep an eye on things,” she lied. It wasn’t a complete lie. She was close and Stephen had agreed with the plan (the plan set in place by your father, but you weren’t to be made aware of that just yet) and she was keeping an eye on the quiet rebellion stirring under Peter’s leadership.

All the paths were beginning to converge, whispers turning to quiet battle cries as the castle readied itself for battle.

And you were none the wiser.

It was too risky otherwise. Amora was focusing in on your seidr and any lapse would pull the magic user’s attention. If you even thought about rebellion and war, the sorceress would be tipped off and Brock or Obadiah would make a move to counter it.

“Why wouldn’t he have told me?” you demanded, arms crossed. Steve continued to look amused in the background. Natalia would have to knock him straight one of these days…

“Safety,” she merely replied, shrugging.

A call came from the kitchens and she used it as an excuse to exit, but you followed behind stubbornly.

“What aren’t you telling me?” you asked, pestering her while she scooped up a basket of bread for the Asgardian troops outside.

“Princess, please, you’re in the way,” Nat shoved past you, earning a small gasp from one of the kitchenmaids at the casual way she addressed the princess. Pulling you aside, she lowered her voice. “You’re going to expose me. Just trust what is happening is for your own good.”

She stalked off, fuming at the way Steve continued to smirk to himself, knowing full well he was the one who brought her down there.

Not that he was entirely to blame, it was part of the plan, just a little earlier than anticipated. It meant that Natalia had to work fast and get a message to Loki and Thor’s camp before nightfall.

“Is this funny?” you asked Steve dryly, motioning toward the stairs back to the main living quarters with a defeated sigh.

“Not at all, your highness,” he answered cheekily.

(—)

No one was willing to answer your questions. OR rather, no one was around to answer your questions.

The observatory was locked- meaning Stephen was off the grounds. Wanda wasn’t around, Peter was avoiding you after the ordeal in the throne room, and even Wong was no where to be found.

“Maybe you should retire to some light reading before dinner?” Steve suggested after having followed you across the greater length of the castle.

“You’re hiding something too and I’m not thrilled about it,” you snapped, turning on him. “Why is Nat in the kitchens? Is James in the stables?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s in the armory,” Steve answered, deadpan, watching your expression until he finally let out another laugh. “Princess, I promise you, there is no grand conspiracy against you. Master Strange is just ensuring extra layers of protection are in place for you.”

“For what? My wedding?” you asked bitterly. “I thought that’s what Loki was for.”

“These are dangerous times, my grace,” he replied. “One can never be too sure of who to trust. I caught a Baron at the border not three days ago negotiating with one of Brock’s men for privileged information.”

“Who?” you asked, a little curious as to who would be so bold.

“Zemo,” he said the name sourly. “He was apparently promised more land and favor in Brock’s kingdom for supplying vulnerable points of entry to the castle.”

“Oh,” you paused, considering the passages you’d ventured through with Natalia and Stephen over the years.

As if reading your mind, Steve spoke up.

“They’re secured,” he murmured, before nudging your shoulder at an approaching figure.

“Princess,” King Brock greeted with fake enthusiasm. He reached for your hand and gave the knuckles a light graze of his lips. “Would you like to take a small walk around the castle with me?”

“The princess was about to start her afternoon studies,” Steve informed him briskly.

Brock sized him over, just then realizing he was even there.

“The princess can spare some time for her betrothed,” he stated firmly, looking down at you, hand still clutched around yours. “Isn’t that right?”

“Let Stephen know I’ll be with him shortly,” you urged, hoping Steve would do well to get the sorcerer or someone who was capable of intervening.

He nodded briskly, excusing himself and hurrying down the hall with your message.

“Quite the ordeal today,” Brock commented, guiding you toward the private quarters. “Tell me, do you wish to marry that brute? I can’t imagine with your delicate heart that wedding the monster who killed your father would be acceptable.”

You swallowed, pulling your hand free and pretending to fix a button on your sleeve to occupy yourself.

“I serve at the pleasure of my king,” you answered neutrally. “What agreement he makes is outside of my control.”

Brock stopped, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t trust me?” he asked sharply. “Or like me for that matter?”

You froze like a deer at the hunt.

You didn’t trust him, and you were far from liking him. You knew in your heart he was the one who’d killed your father, who’d betrayed him and brought your home into chaos with a mad king on the throne.

“I don’t know what you mean, my liege,” you lied, continuing down the hall and pretending to admire a tapestry you’d seen a thousand times before.

“Don’t play coy,” he catch your arm and spun you to face him directly. “It wasn’t me, you know. It was the Asgardians. They wish to frame my men for their misdeeds.”

You ripped your arm away, glaring up at him.

“Hundreds of our men saw you on the horse, leading the charge,” you snapped, forgetting exactly who you were speaking so freely with in the heat of the moment. “The Asgardians weren’t even positioned for that area. How could they have assembled so quickly and nearly destroyed our army for effectively?”

Brock gaped at you in surprise, not expecting such a curt and honest response from you. The surprise quickly shifted to fury and he grabbed the top of your arm, pulling you toward a nearby room and shoving you inside.

The room must have belonged to him or Amora. It was a standard living arrangement with an armoire and a four post bed, but no personal touches that suggested it was permanent situation.

“Who do you think you are?” he snarled, shoving you against a wall. “You’re lucky anyone is giving you a second thought, don’t think because that bastard prince has shown up that you aren’t anything but something for my seed to fill.”

He was in your face, hissing his words as he continued to push you back against the wall.

“Get away from me,” you threw an elbow, catching him in the jaw, but that served only to fuel his anger. He caught you by the wrist, twisting your arm behind your back and pinning you face first onto the cold stone.

You could hear him fumbling with his belts, his breath hot against your neck while you tried to snuggle yourself free. Each movement made him twist even tighter on your hand, sending a shock of pain up the arm.

“Has your wizard fucked you already?” he snarled, pressing his hard member against the back of your skirts. “I bet you’re just a little whore for him, aren’t you?”

You squirming became more desperate. His hands caught your waist, his knee edging up the skirts.

“Too bad you’re mine,” he growled, pulling at the strings of your corset and trying to shuffle it down your waist. “I’ll have him hanged and let you watch his pathetic body sway in the courtyard while I fill you with my heirs, you pathetic whimpering fool.”

He’d nearly succeeded in pinning you in place when you remembered the dagger hidden at the front of your dress. Using your free hand, you slipped it free and rolled against his grasp, swinging the sharp object toward him.

It caught his face and he reeled back, yelling in pain, blood dripping from his cheek.

“You bitch!” he swung, catching your face and sending you stumbling back toward the bed. He moved toward you, blood spilling over your dresses while he reached down and gripped your neck, hiking the skirts up while he ripped his pants down.

You tried to scream, to throw fists, but no matter how you fought, he was overpowering you.

You closed your eyes, willing it all to be over, to have someone hear the chaos, but no one came. You couldn’t let this happen. Every inch of skin repelled at his touch, your entire soul repulsed by his very existence, you willed everything inside of you to get him as far away from you as possible.

Your world was going dark when you held up a weak hand to try and shove him off of you one last time while he positioned himself over you.

The was a yelp of surprise and a crash. The constriction on your throat loosen and no longer was he ripping at your skirts.

Opening your eyes, you saw Brock hunched over on the other side of the room, a fresh wound bleeding from the back of his head, the stone wall behind him cracked slightly.

You looked to your outstretched hand, a faint glow of violet was fading and you slowly sat up to take in the situation.

Did you just kill him?

“Princess?” a voice was calling from the hall, a short rap of knuckles on the door before it opened, revealing Loki.

“Close the door,” you urged sharply, your voice broken from the damage Brock had done to your throat. Loki obliged, taking in the scene with wide eyes. He was at your side in an instant, touching your cheek where you were certain a bruise was forming around your eye.

“What happened?” his tone had dropped dangerously, and from the look on his face, you were certain he already knew the answer.

“Did I kill him?” you asked, eyes falling behind your friend to the slumped over king on the ground. “He’s bleeding…”

“I hope so,” he hissed, standing and moving to the king. He checked his pulse and sighed. “Alive.”

“What are we going to do?” you asked, panic now forming in your chest. This was very very bad. If Obadiah found you… or him… or he told someone about….

“Let me handle it,” he murmured, returning to your side. “Hold still.”

His hands were cool while he traced around the tender spot on your face. As he moved his fingers, they glowed a beautiful emerald color and the pain began to recede.

“Look at me,” he ordered gently, lifting your chin to examine his handiwork. “Lovely as ever, princess.”

Dumbfounded, you touched the bruise and found no pain or swollen skin.

“I couldn’t control it,” you whispered, looking down at your hand when you dropped it into your lap. “Stephen said it would be best not to completely seal it. That it might serve as protection but…”

Loki chuckled at your hesitation.

“I’ll take care of him,” he promised firmly. “He won’t remember a thing. You’re fortunate that Stephen and Amora are examining the barriers around the castle. She would have sensed your seidr immediately.”

“Won’t she know you tampered with him?”

“She’s good, but I’m better,” he winked and helped you to your feet. “Are you injured anywhere else?”

There was a pause while you realized precisely what he meant.

“No, he didn’t- he wasn’t able to-,” you stammered out, cheating aching at the fresh memory. Loki pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms over your shoulders protectively. You hadn’t realized you’d been trembling until he had steadied you.

“You should retire for the evening,” he suggested. “I’ll have someone bring up your dinner.”

“What about-?” you looked to Brock, still unconscious on the ground.

“I told you, I will take care of it,” he reminded you with a playful smirk. “Here.”

A shimmer of green overtook you and you looked down at your formally ripped and tattered dress. It’d been replaced with a fresh dress in Loki’s colors of emerald and gold.

“You’re hilarious,” you joked, smoothing out the silks and bending over to recollect your dagger and sheath.

“You have to admit, you do you look good in my colors,” he teased.

“I prefer my own,” you countered, the dress shifting to the crimsons of house Stark. “Or maybe the blues of Kamar-Taj.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You’re just cruel,” he sighed, leaving the dress in red. “Lock your doors. Only answer for those you trust. I’ll inform Stephen what has happened as soon as I’m done.”

He guided you toward the door, a hand on your back.

“Are you sure?” you asked a final time and he just smiled, letting you back into the hallway and closing the door behind you.

“Trust me,” he supplied before the door latched shut.

A lot of people were saying that to you recently.

On the other side of the door, Loki looked at the king and scoffed.

“Pathetic.”

Snapping his fingers, he left the man exactly how he was, materializing outside of Prince Peter’s quarters.

“Your highness!” he knocked frantically on the door. When Peter peered out, Loki rushed in, rapidly explaining what had happened between the princess and the king.

Peter went into a frenzy, while Loki stood to the side, watching the young man announce it was time to make their move against Obadiah.

The younger prince was absolutely right, in more ways than he realized.

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9 - a king’s arrival

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enchantedlokii · 4 years ago

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Falling

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, implied/referenced suicide attempt, depression

Characters: Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, Stephen Strange

Mentioned: Odin Borson, Tony Stark, Jane Foster, Amora, the Other, Ebony Maw, Cull Obsidian, Proxima Midnight, Corvus Glaive, Thanos, Frigga

Loki tried to hide the shock on his face when he saw the scene of destruction in front of them. He could feel Thor tense beside him, clutching Mjolnir tightly as he looked on at what was once a Midgardian building. Summoning as much bravery as he could muster, Loki decided to speak up. “I swear I left him right here.”

“Right here on the sidewalk or right there where the building is being demolished?” Thor asked. Odin, he’s been spending too much time with Stark. “Great planning.”

“How was I supposed to know?” Loki asked, exasperated. “I can’t see into the future. I’m not a witch.”

“No?” Thor quipped back. “Then why do you dress like one?”

Definitely been spending too much time with Stark.

“Hey,” Thor started, his voice a bit softer now. Loki glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t believe you’re alive. I saw you die. I mourned you. I cried for you.”

Loki frowned a bit. He hadn’t really thought that his brother would miss him. In the moment he had assumed that he was just putting on because Jane was there, but he kept looking over at him now like he feared he might vanish if he looked away. “I’m honored,” he said uncertainly, the words almost sounding like a question rather than a statement.

Thor started to speak, but a group of Midgardian girls walked over to them, greeting Thor nervously. “Hi,” one of them said. “Would you mind taking a picture with us?”

Loki watched as Thor’s face lit up. “Oh, sure,” he replied. He turned to Loki as the younger stepped back. “Start figuring out where he is.”

Loki rolled his eyes, watching as the girls took their picture. “Oh, my God,” one of them said, catching his attention again. “Sorry to heat that Jane dumped you.”

As they left, Loki felt a stab of pity. He still vividly remembered his past loves, especially Amora, and he knew that it hurt when they left. But before he could say anything, Thor was shrugging it off. “She didn’t dump me, you know,” he huffed. “I dumped her. It was a mutual dumping.”

While Loki was deciding what to say, he was startled by a noise. Looking down, he saw a circle of gold sparkles appearing around him. Thor must have noticed them too, because he pointed at them with Mjolnir. “What’s this?” he asked. “What are you doing?”

“This isn’t me,” Loki told him. Before he had a chance to move, he felt the ground give out beneath him and he was suddenly falling. He let out a yelp without meaning to before he was plunged into darkness, the light above him quickly closing.

Immediately, he felt his chests tighten. “No, no, no, not again!” he cried out, scrambling to try to catch himself on anything but failing miserably. All he could see was darkness. Again. There was nothing there. Not even a light. He was in the Void again. He was falling. He was falling and he couldn’t breathe.

Loki felt terribly warm as the panic spread through his body. He was sure he must be sweating already, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. The wind from the continuous fall didn’t help, only making it harder to grasp the air around him. All he could think of was how he floated along for what felt like forever. How he was so alone and he just wanted to die but he couldn’t die. He had let go so he would die but not even death wanted him.

At the same time, he found himself fearing what would happen when he eventually landed. He could not face the Other again. He could not see the Black Order or Thanos again. He just couldn’t. They would take control of his mind again and force him to hurt people and kill people and Thor would hate him again. He would be locked away in the dungeons of Asgard again, slowly losing his mind, and this time he wouldn’t have his mother there to soothe his anxieties.

Loki could feel himself growing faint as he struggled to keep his panic at bay. His chest was tight, a knot forming in his throat, and all he could do was gasp. He almost thought that might be better. It might be better if he fell unconscious instead of being awake throughout the fall, but he knew that he had to stay awake. He had to be able to fight if they found him. Not that he was in any shape to fight in the middle of a panic attack, but he could at least attempt to move away from them.

Using all of the will he had left, Loki forced himself to focus on his breathing. He spent what felt like hours but he knew was just a few agnozing minutes trying to calm himself. He did finally manage to breathe in more regularly, but the anxiety was still there and it was still painful. It haunted him, begging him to give in, but he couldn’t let go. He couldn’t.

Finally, Loki saw a light beneath him. He realized with a sharp scream that he was going to hit the ground, but didn’t have a chance to conjure any magic before he was landing with a grunt. When he lifted his head, he realized that Thor was there and almost leg out a sigh of relief. Thinking better of it, he forced himself to speak. The last thing he needed right now was to be questioned. “I have been falling for thirty minutes!”

There was a beat of silence before Loki heard an unfamiliar voice. “You can handle him from here,” the man said. Loki had to fight back another wave of panic as he tried to place him. Who was he? Why was he here? What did he want with Loki?

“Yes, of course,” Thor said. Loki found himself focusing on his voice to try to ground himself. “Thank you very much for your help.”

“Good luck.”

Loki struggled to his feet, facing the strange man. He was dressed in a strange outfit, a red cape draped over his back. It was a bit different from Thor’s, he realized, despite being the same color. It was more of a cloak than a cape, and seemed to float a bit. “Handle me?” he forced himself to speak. “Who are you?”

Loki drew out a knife in each hand, catching Thor moving forward with a hand out. It was a weak attempt to stop him, Loki realized. This man must have got off on the wrong foot with Thor for him to not move forward more and hold him back. He didn’t seem to actually care all that much, seeming more exasperated than anything as he said, “Loki.”

Loki decided to ignore Thor, moving forward more. There was a slight anger growing inside of him. This was the man who had made him fall. He was the one who had sent him into a panic attack. If Loki knew anything, he knew he couldn’t trust him. “You think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t think for one minute, you second rate—”

“Bye-bye.”

Loki barely registered the farewell before he was hit with an invisible force and he and Thor were pushed back through a portal onto a grassy landscape. He felt his body relax slightly as the man disappeared out of sight, and for several moments he just stood there, panting. He was okay. He wasn’t falling anymore.

He would be okay.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #loki odinson #thor odinson #stephen strange #loki #thor #dr strange #canon compliant #thor ragnarok #tw anxiety #tw depression #tw panic disorder #tw panic attack

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imagine-loki · 4 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast

TITLE: Beauty and the Beast CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 47/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is under a spell that will return him to his Aesir one if he learns to accept himself for who he is RATING: T (so far) NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 here

Loki fought against his nervous tic of picking at his hands while he waited for his mother’s verdict on Morgan’s condition. He couldn’t stand the thought that she might not recover. “Mother?” He finally prompted when she hadn’t spoken for too long. His worry was getting the best of him, or he’d never interrupt her while she was working.

Frigga blinked, her concentration and magic broken. “She will recover,” she reassured Loki gently. “But we must work quickly and carefully to help her do so,”

“Anything,” Loki agreed quickly. He would give and do anything to make sure Morgan was alright. It was his fault that she was in a magic coma, that he had taken her protections, that he had left her alone to be harmed. He had to help her now, now that she was back, now that he could help her.

Frigga nodded, then looked to Amora. “Send a raven to Thor and inform him that Lady Morgana has been found and is here on Asgard, would you dear?” She asked Amora, though with the collar around Amora’s neck, she had to obey the royal family.

“Would it be too much to ask to get that thing removed from Amora?” Loki asked once Amora had left the room to do as she was told.

Frigga looked sad as she shook her head. “It is not my decision,” she reminded Loki. “And that is what allowed her to teleport directly to Morgana without any of us knowing where she was,”

“Yes. But it’s degrading. She is not an animal that deserves to be collared like that,” Loki said, heated over his friend’s unjust punishment.

Frigga was preparing for whatever she was going to do to help Morgan as she spoke. “II know, darling. But she is not in the dungeons or dead and that was your father’s price for that mercy.”

Loki sighed, but knew he couldn’t argue with that point. He was also out of the dungeons only on the Allfather’s mercy and had to be careful himself.

He pulled a chair up next to Morgan’s bed to sit beside her while Frigga spoke with Amora. Guilt was eating away at him as he held Morgan’s too cold hand. She had drained herself much too far to keep herself alive. Now, he had to help her stay that way.

Frigga returned to her place at Morgan’s side, settling in for a long session of healing. “I’ll need your help with this, darling, and we must work carefully,”

“What do I need to do?” Loki asked immediately. He didn’t care how dangerous, or how much care he’d have to give. He’d do anything to help Morgan.

“She’s drained every drop of magic she had. She doesn’t have enough left to create more magic. She will die if that magic does not replenish,” Frigga explained to him, keeping her voice calm and gentle. She didn’t want to panic Loki, but they would have to get to work soon. It wasn’t immediately urgent, but they only had so much time to work.

Loki paled. Frigga had just told him that Morgan would be ok. “Mother, please, I can’t lose her,” Loki sounded more like a small boy as he begged his mama for help instead of the man he was.

“We won’t lose her. It isn’t difficult to recharge her magic ourself. We just need to feed her magic with our own, to jumpstart her magic production and she’ll create her own again on her own,” she explained.

Loki nodded along to the explanation. He understood then. If they fed her drops of magic slowly, then her own magic would recharge. It was delicate work. He and Frigga each took one of Morgan’s hands and glowed softly with their magic as they slowly fed her drop after drop of power.

They worked for hours until Morgan’s magic sparked. She stirred enough that Frigga could feed her potions to help her recover before she fell back to sleep. She wasn’t awake enough to be aware of anything. She hadn’t even opened her eyes before she settled back to sleep. “She’ll be alright with rest,” Frigga said when Morgan was back to sleep.

Even Frigga swayed in exhaustion. She’d used far too much of her own power to help Morgan, especially when she’d spent so much time and power scrying for the girl to find her. Loki noticed immediately, always cognizant of his mother and always doting on her. He swept her up into his arms bridal style, despite her protests. She may be his queen, and his mother, and he obeyed her, but he wouldn’t let her come to harm either. “You need to rest too, Mother,” he told her gently and lovingly. She murmured a protest that Morgan needed her, but Morgan was stable and recovering well, so Frigga’s argument was invalid. “She is fine now, Mother. You saved her, but you need to rest now.” Loki said, his voice full of love, even seeing his normally formidable mother so exhausted. He didn’t mind carrying her. He loved her and would care for her, just as she’d always cared for him.

Frigga relented to his care and laid her head on her son’s shoulder. Loki smiled fondly and teleported them to her chambers, so no one would see the queen so weak. She didn’t even like her son seeing her that way. He helped her into bed and made sure she was well tucked in.

Frigga gave him a warm smile. “She’ll be fine, darling,” she reassured him before she closed her eyes to succumb to sleep.

Loki bent to press a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you. Sleep well, Mother,” he bid her fondly before he left her to rest.

He returned to Morgan’s private room in the healing room to watch over her while she rested.

He stopped short when he arrived there.

Thor was in the room sitting next to Morgan’s bed with her hand in his. He was watching over her and Loki could see the brotherly love in Thor’s eyes. He was dreading this, dreading meeting Thor again after everything he’d done.

There was no choice and no putting it off.

He took a step into the room. He was terrified of Thor’s reaction and moreso of his rejection, but he took that step anyway. He had amends to make to everyone, including Thor.

“Hello, Brother,” he greeted Thor softly and waited with bated breath for his brother’s reaction.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #beauty and the beast #chapter 47 #nekoamamori

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oknstark · 5 years ago

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Stubborn - Thor x Fem!Reader

Request by anon: Can I get a breeding/impreg (whichever you prefer), with some jealous/possessive Thor, please? 😇 👀

Warnings: smut, possessive!Thor, breeding kink, dirty shit.

Word count: 2,242

A/N: Yeeez, this was longer than I expected but here we are! Another filthy smut for Thor bc yes. Also Idk if this counts as being possessive or else but I tried, just couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Hope you enjoy dear anon! :) As always, I do not speak english so if you find any mistakes please let me know!

MASTERLIST

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You fell on the ground with a hard strike, a scream left your throat at the sudden pain. You blinked, trying to recover some strenght. Clenching your eyes, you almost sensed the blaze from the horde of fire demons sorrounding you. By mere instinct, you lifted your hands, even though you knew deep inside that it wasn’t going to help at all.

The sound of thunder near you made you crawl back on the ground, and seeing your savior you let a sigh of relieve. Thor looked down at you and quickly made you stand up with his strength, his arm tightly wrapped in your waist.

“You’re so stubborn,” he said to you. His tone seemed angry and deeper than his normal one.

“Let me remind you why we match so much,” you answered, looking back at him with a serious look.

“Hey!” Loki’s voice came from behind. You turned around to meet him, as he throwed your double long spear at you. “We still in the middle of this, you can talk about your marital problems later.”

The blackhaired rapidly joined the battle again with the warrios that had left. Thor gave you one last look before striking the fire demons away. “Don’t do anything that you may regret later.”

“Well, I’m still married at you. I don’t think there is something worst than that!” you said before running to the fight one more time.

***

You were in front of the creature without any weapon, your breathing going quickly; you almost felt your heart wanting to get out of your chest. There were no more fire demons at this point, at least not where you ended up in this part of Muspelheim, but that woman was still there. That horrible, wicked woman. She had you between her and a cliff, threating to burn you alive - or even kill you herself - if you tried to do something.

A twisted smile appeared on her lips. “Look at you. Thinking you can get rid off me so easily.”

“You don’t know what you’re messing up with, Amora.”

“Oh, but you and the royal family do,” she lifted her brows, making more steps to get closer.

You walked back, almost to the edge of the cliff. “Why don’t you give it back? This does not have to end so bad.”

The sorcerer made another step and her hands grabbed your throat, lifting you from the floor so easy. “You just make me sick!” she yelled.

Her grip going hard on you, as she walked to the border. You could feel the heat of the lava on the cave. You closed your eyes roughly, trying to escape with no success. All you could hear was the blaze down, and you knew that Amora would waste no time in doing her task fast. She always wanted you dead.

The cave started to tremble of all sudden and you just nearly gave up. The air was leaving your lungs and you could feel something running through your body, you could swear she was poisoning you with one of her spells. But suddenly a lightning hit her, forcing her to drop you to the floor. You could hear Thor and Loki coming to you, but the poison was already drowning in your blood, leaving you unconscious.

***

You opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling. You felt dizzy at the moment and your head hurted like something was bumping on the back of your head. Whimpering in pain, you rubbed your eyes with your hands, trying to accustom to the little light in the room.

“I see you are up” a soft voice talked. You turned to the owner and saw a healer with a little smile on her face, some steps away from the bed. She started to walking to the small table next to the bed and served you a glass of water for you to drink it after you sat on the mattress. “I will talk to the prince and notify that you already woke up” the woman bowed and left the room.

You stayed there, feeling confused and sick. Meanwhile you waited for the healer to come back again, you tried to built again your memories. The last thing you remembered was being in Muspelheim, trying to stop Amora to destroy the realm, and for consquent make instability to the Nine Realms. Plus it didn’t help at all the fact that she had a infinity stone with her. How she could find it? Nobody knows.

The door opening got you out of your thoughts and you saw Thor entering the room. His steps stopped at the side of the bed and looked at you, but you couldn’t read his gaze. You never did, truly. Otherwise, this time it was... different. His face was covered in scars and you knew that some days had passed since you were in Muspelheim.

“How long have I been out?” you murmured.

“Three days,” his voice came out cold.

You furrowed your brows. “What did happen to me?”

“Amora poisoned you. Loki and the healers were able to look for an antidote.”

“And the stone? You have it?”

Thor nodded. “It’s safe in the Weapon’s Vault.”

You nodded in answer and kept silence. It was something bad with him in the very moment, but you couldn’t be able to say why or what was wrong. He seemed tired and you knew he would be angry at you. Sighing, you took the blanket off your body stood up with some difficulty, but you managed to do so.

You started to walk, wanting to reach your chambers, but his hand grabbed your arm and stopped you. “You are still weak” he said. “Stay here as long as you can, so the healers can come and watch over you.”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“No, you risked your duty. You’re not fine,” he settled. His eyes meeting yours.

“We have the stone and I assume Amora is about to pay for her crimes. Of course it’s fine, you will not worry about something else threatening us for a long time” you answered.

“It’s not just about her, I’m talking about you” Thor remarked, still not letting you go. “You almost got killed.”

“But I’m fine!” you yelled, getting upset. “Now, let me-”

“You are not!” he shouted, his grip tightening around you.

“We survived!” Thor clenched his jaw. “We survived, okay?” you repeated, your eyes throwing anger at him. “And everything is fine!”

***

You sighed, watching your reflection in the mirror. The night gown you used had no sleeves and it made you to trace these new marks on your shoulders and neck. Amora made them with her spell, Thor told you. She poisoned you with a strange substance, and as Loki had informed you, you had to die.

Though, he managed to take it out from you - at least most of it. Your body still had some effects from the spell, but Loki assured you that you were going to recover as time would pass. You traced the marks with your fingertips, almost shaking at the thought of what would've happen to you if this thing got completely in your organism.

A little surprised, you saw Thor coming from behind to you in a slow pace. His eyes always told you nothing, and since you woke up the day before, you both weren't able to talk propperly about the matter. He was serious and you weren't that much of a speaker. You both were forced to make a bond getting married, but lately you didn't feel like he was doing a good job on making things work.

"I'm sorry... I guess," you whispered, avoiding his gaze.

He didn't give an answer, but got closer. His body touching your back as his hand touched your shoulder in a gently way, caressing your scars. He leaned slowly and kissed your neck, making you shiver. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the moment. It wasn't very often you both were this intimate, mainly for your lack of actual love for each other. Though, inside you grew this feeling for him on the past weeks. His lips moved on your skin, sucking and biting gently, like he was tasting you.

"You're so stubborn" he whispered through your ear, sending chills on your body. "You never learn" his other hand grabbed your waist to have your back against him. You held a moan when you felt him getting hard behind you.

The hand on your hip made its way between your legs and Thor lifted up your gown, just to set aside your panties as much as he could. His fingers moved to your already wet entrance and rubbed your clit slowly. You let out a sob at the sensation and opened your eyes, you saw his own, dark and full of lust gaze through the mirror. His other hand touched your neck with some pressure, as he enjoyed how you were squirming under his touch.

A small whimper fell out from your lips when his finger entered you, moving in and out on you slowly. It was killing you. You needed him so bad, and Thor knew it.

"Oh, norns," you moaned, moving your hips to encourage the god to keep going.

"Eager are we?" Thor mocked, his hand around your neck whitout hurting you. His blue eyes locked with yours trough the mirror.

"Just a little," you said. He then added another finger, trusting a little faster.

If it was something in which you and Thor were compatible it was sex. Of course, you had your fights very often, but sex was great. He knew how to punish you when you did something wrong, or something he doesn't likes; and you knew how to tease him in the worst manner, until he was begging for you to let him cum. It seems that this time, it was his turn to take revenge from your last encounter.

Thor then pulled out his fingers from you, gaining a dissatisfied moan. He just took you in his arms and let you down on the bed. You helped him to get off his clothes and cape, until you both were naked. On top of you, he kissed your neck roughly, feeling his beard scratching your skin, while your hands wandered over his chest to his lenght.

You caressed his hard dick, and he groaned biting your sweet spot. You rubbed his lenght, going up and down slowly, torturing him. Thor's fingers went to your folds one more time, and you kissed him hard on the lips, taking your time to pleassure each other.

"I was so worried about you on that field," he whispered, breaking the kiss, and positioning himself at your entrance. Your foreheads touching. "You are mine, and no one else can take me from you."

He slammed into you in a swift thrust, not letting you to adjust. It burnt, but it felt so good. You moaned and you held on his strong arms, your nails leaving marks on his skin.

"Do you understand?" Thor asked darkly. His eyes fixated on yours. He thrusted one more time when you didn't respond. "Understand?"

"Oh, yes! I understand!" you moaned. “Just move, please!"

Thor then just thrusted at a face pace without answer. He literally pounded you into the matress, and you were a mess. Moans and groans mixed, with the sound of your skin on the room. His big hands spreading your legs wider to keep his movements.

Your hands held tight his neck and his arm, your eyes closed and your lips open while you moaned was the most beautiful sight for the prince. Thor always loved to see you like this, mercyless under his body, knowing he was the only one to make you feel this way. Rapidly you forget how to be the brave and cold warrior from the field, just to submit to him and your desire.

"Oh, my," you moaned when his lenght touch your sweet spot. Your eyes opened, and were about to close once again.

"No, you will look at me," Thor commanded. "You will look at me when I come inside you."

Your eyes stayed open, and you bit your lip. Thor loved to come on your cunt.

"I'm so close," you whispered on his lips. His pace never ceased.

Thor was close too, and when he felt it coming, his fingers rubbed your clit. He came undone over you, still fucking you on the bed. Your walls clenched around him, and you let out the loudest moan ever as you reached your orgasm a couple of moments later. He groaned, emptying him seed inside you, making sure you got everything from him.

One, two thrusts more and he stopped. Your foreheads touched, feeling each others breath and a layer of sweat ran on your bodies. Thor then pulled out from you, watching his cum leaking on your thighs.

You sat down on the matress, and took the rest of his seed with your fingers, licking them while you locked your eyes on Thor's gaze. Thor gave you a steamy kiss, holding on to you.

"You were a fool on the field, do not do that again," he said.

"Well, if you are going to punish me for it, I think I can do it more often," you smirked.

#thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #thor smut #thor imagine #thor odinson imagine #loki #loki imagine #loki x reader #marvel imagine #smut #marvel #mcu #angst #thor x you

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kurtty-drabbles · 5 years ago

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Ocean au (Kidnapping part 2)

N/A: About how the Drakes adopt Tory and more of the plot of kidnapping Lorna.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @everykurt

Logan Wayne knows all the riches and oldest families in New Gotham- how could he not? All those families have secrets and power over New Gotham and he needs to be prepared- and once got the word that the Drakes decided to officialize their bastard daughter (an affair case courtesy of Mr Drake) and this makes Logan Wayne perks his attention on regards this little fact.

Jubilee was tinkering one of her weapons - she won´t admit, but, Spider-Boy makes some good points about her weaponry and she wants to correct this-when Logan puts the invitation of a new charity event the Drakes are hosting in honour of helping kids and health care.

Logan can see a political move when he sees one, still, even if their hearts are not in the right place the money is and the hospitals of New Gotham need financial help and the orphanage needs to be in better shape(not that are in a bad one, per se, Logan Wayne takes this issue seriously) but it can and will get even better.

Jubilee looks at the well-made invitation- the penmanship is elegant and fancy as only the Drake could provide and they seem very satisfied with this fact- and back at Logan waiting for his instructions. "Are we going to another charity event? You do hate going to Tony´s cocktail parties" she concludes letting her lips twist into a smile. A trademark of hers.

"Tony is a playboy who thinks his money can fix anything and I hate his mindset...even more as he thinks he´s a hero" Logan states. "and is butthurt enough to make his own team of heroes because he wasn´t picked by the JLX" Logan shakes his head taking his mind out of any Tony Stark´s plans or initiatives.

"Jubilee, what do you know about the Drakes?" is a simple question, but, nothing is simple with Logan and the Asian teen take a minute before speaking again.

"They´re really wealth. They were one of the pioneers of the medical field in New Gotham..." Logan replied and adds. "They want to introduce their long lost daughter, preferring to use this name, to the high society" and this got Jubilee´s attention.

"You mean...Tory? I thought she would be, you know, one-time thing for the family...never thought they would real be adopted" Jubilee exclaimed impressed and Logan nods. "This begs the question...why?"

"Is a good question. The Drakes aren´t the kindest bunch...but, for some reason, they want to adopt Tory aka Icewoman. The other question we must ask here is: Are they aware Icewoman is a mercenary?" Logan asked back and Jubilee now has many things to explore as she knows Logan wants to investigate this.

"And I know what you want to say: Columbina is linked to this...again" Jubilee speak first before Logan could state the obvious.

"Yeah...once again, she is in the middle of this"

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Kurt Ryder and Kitty are on his house listening to some music and talking freely about their past- their window does not allow them to speak in a window by window plus the neighbours would complain even one who is Kurt biggest fangirl- and the music is nostalgic even though is a song from Germany.

"I feel I know this song even through...I never even heard it" Kitty speaks moving her head on the beat of the song. She can understand some of the lyrics, but, not everything.

Kurt watches amused. He does not remember when he ever shares something of his motherland with someone that is not his family and it makes him ponder for a moment-only a moment through as Kurt is not a fan of introspection-as he breaks the silence again.

(She asked how he got vinyl and his answer is rather simple to be true)

"This song is an old ballad in Bavaria. Is a rather sad love story. The woman falls in love with a man but the man didn´t love her" Kurt explains the ballad and Kitty is surprised at this revelation.

"The song looks so pretty..." and adds "this singer must have loved someone dearly...unrequited love?"

"More like...no one would approve the singer dating another woman..." Kurt states showing the cover of the singer´s disco. And Kitty opens her minds and closes feeling sorry for her.

"Oh, now I feel sorry for her"

"Well, don´t be...she did end up marrying another lady and lived in France...her children got the copyrights of her songs"

"Oh, I´m happy she got a happy ending. Are you the ballads in Germany a bit sad?"

"A bit...are the ballads in Little Mercy happy?"

"Oh no, it is odd" she explains and Ryder is a bit confused at this and she laughs at his expression. Once she stops chuckling then offers an interesting question. "tell me something personal about you" and rest her head on the couch -both sit on the floor and rest their back on the couch´s feet- and now Ryder flashes one of his winning smiles.

"Only if you tell me something about yourself..." she nods and now Ryder ponders what to say. He could tell his awards, his success and triumphs. Yet, as he recalls his mistakes and how the Pool of Blood messed with him and how rumours about himself must have hit her ears already.

"I once slept with a married woman. She never told was married and it takes two to tango...but yes, she was married and I slept with her...two times. Then we ended up things and I never saw her again" Ryder would prefer to talk about his good sides, but, he prefer to be honest.

"Is ok...I figure it out you would" that hurt a little. "I can´t judge...remember? I did the same thing..." then she is silent for a moment branding her own hair. "I can´t tell you how I meet my furry friends" she smirks at him and Ryder is pretty vocal on how he is not ready to know either. "But I can tell something about me...I was once a gymnastic at my school and I hated. My couch was a bitch" and she speaks only that.

Ryder is the first to say he´s not the most affable person out there, however, he can make an effort for Kitty(why?) and speaks "my couch in Germany was a son of a bitch." and this makes the woman smiles a little and this is more than enough for him. (why?)

Is this all about Columbina? He frankly has no idea.

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Loki arrives in New Gotham in a record time thanks to his magic-Amora is there to help to support Loki as his magic is cut 90% once out of Norway and Emma does not need to know- and is facing Emma Frost who is wearing a disguise.

"Loki, Amora...you arrive in record time" She greets him with a smirk of her own. Loki is not impressed, but, good manners is something his mother hammer into him.

"Hello, Emma...where is the SCP?" Loki´s eyes travel to her suitcase and Emma smirks still.

"No, first help me in kidnapping Lorna then you get your SCP"

"You have a plan?" Amora asked not hiding her bitter tone. She could be in Norway, Oslo doing her business in peace, instead, thanks to Loki´s obsession with SCPs she has to endure Emma Frost.

"That I do, Amora"

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MJ is brushing her hair thinking on her choices and future. Work for the JLX is not entirely a bad case and she can think of several worse outcomes for her and Peni, yet, she can´t help by thinking how risk her work is.

Someone knocks on her window and she rolls her eyes. "You´re lucky Peni is not here or she would have blaster your head" MJ spoke to one amused Spider-Boy. "Boy Spider!" she teases and the man doesn´t enter her room but stays linger in her window.

"I was just hanging out" he jokes and MJ rolls her eyes again saying is a bad pun. "In truth, I just wanted to see how are you doing...you know, Dark Claw can be well...Dark Claw"

"I´m fine, tiger. Nothing I can´t manage"

"Even so...You help me with that new. I would like to pay the favour"

"Oh, only to be polite and heroic, Boy Spider?"

"...Maybe"

"Will think about that"

#ocean au #kurtty #kurt ryder #kitty pryde #jubilee lee #Tory is fem Bobby and she is now Tory Drake #Dark Claw #Logan Wayne #TW infidelity #NEVER WITH MEGGAN

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teckmonky · 7 years ago

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I know you don't like Sif, but what if she confronts Loki after seeing him and Thor, saying something like stay away from him you witch, which Loki does but it obviously hurts him when he avoids Thor, then one day Thor just goes to Loki and demand why he was avoiding him, and Loki would just looked hurt with tears in his eyes, since he can't convey easily what Sif said, but of course Thor comforts him.... Or Loki just tries to piss off Sif even more with being more lovey dovey with Thor

Sif went to the witch’s house, she’s not impressed one bit, and she thought she might find some sort of a guardian to the witch but there was none Then she sees Loki,she thinks that Thor is stupid for trying to replace her with this witch She goes and threatens him, telling him that Thor is only wasting his free time with him,and why would anyone love a mute witch,and tells him all about what tge villagers think,how he bewitched their new chief and all, and demands he leaves Thor alone because they (she’s lying of course) are going to be wedded one day.After she left Loki broke down in tears,he can’t handle this! This is svadilfari all over again What if she was just as mad as Amora? What if she hurt Thor? What else would be done to him? Why can’t he have someone to love? Why is he cursed like this?The next day Thor came to visit again,but Loki’s pushing him away, he’s worried to no end, has he done something? Did he do something wrong???He’s begging Loki to look at him,and the moment he does, Loki breaks down in tears again Thor takes him inside the house and holds himLoki then is trying to say something to Thor, he’s pointing to his throat and making a fist while moving it away from his throat, Thor’s not getting it,and Loki is Patting his mouth and doing it all over again “your voice?” And Loki starts nodding “your voice was…taken?” Loki’s nodding again He started to make gestures of a woman “a woman took it? ” He’s making an angry face and gesturing some more “a witch? A witch tool your voice?!” Loki’s there nodding his head frantically He’s then pointing to his bracelet,but Thor doesn’t get what he wants to say….Loki then brings a knife and shows Thor that the witch killed the person who gave him the bracelet…

#teckmonky #viking au

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worstloki · 3 years ago

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- "Sup everyone. So. The Avengers got to go home, hooray! I love having some privacy around here. I should probably apologize for getting their hopes up on my beheading which took place before they left though... yeah no Hela simply sent me back. Thank you Hela. I love you too."

- "HOW DOES HE KNOW ABOUT HELA?!" "father who are you talking about?" "HOW DOES HE KNOW ABOUT HER?????"

- "update on the wicked cool space pirate: her name is Sigyn and I think i'm in love. might have to accept her proposal on sheer principle. "

- "Another day, another attempt to turn the universe dark again. Seriously Malekith, just get yourself some shades. Same effect I promise."

- "The Song of Alfheimr is a must-read. I cannot stress enough how well written this book is. It also explores the legend of the realm's founding in a symbolic AND literal way with an added plausible theory on the Nexi's formation running through the lands, a definite 9/10 from me on that one. Much more insightful than The History of Alfheim which is Asgard's preferred reading when teaching of the realms."

- Caller: You are not my prince. You will never be a true Asgardian prince. TReacherous fiend!!!"

Loki: Hm. Actually I think you may be right. Princess it is, then. I've been feeling like I should mix things up a little anyway. Thank you for the advice!

- "Amora i am begging you to get Odin to marry you. You were so close yesterday. PLEASE try again. that was hilarious."

- "Thor uses an axe now! I'm not sure what happened to the hammer but my personal theory is he got drunk and partied hard and left it somewhere and is too hungover to remember it can be summoned to his hand."

- "No, the mis-sommarind festival is not a good time to stage a coup. Yes, Asgard will be vulnerable to attack on the di-double moon."

- "LORELEI IS BACK GUYS!!! She's in a cell a bit further down and when we yell we can talk !!! :D!!! Asgard is SO lousy with security !!! I would like to personally thank Odin for letting me speak to an old friend again. :) "

- "Ok so Lorelei's been moved far FAR away from me as I had hoped bc mind magic freaks me out now. Thanks for that Maw. Yes I know you're tuning in too. I'm not an idiot."

- [Thanos calls in]

Loki: Hi! What can I do for you dear caller of mine? :)

Thanos: You--

Loki: *hangs up*

Loki: so we'll be skipping that segment today and replacing it with another quick run-through of the world wide wonders of the gender spectrum.

- "If anyone wants a dragon scale Amora and I went out and collected 2. Near-mint condition they're freshly plucked and one's aquamarine while the other is gold-stained. Payment will only be accepted by pledging undying fidelity to Amora and joining her army of simps or by airdropping me pictures of all the Midgardian Avengers getting wedgies. Yes, Peter Parker, as a non-member you are allowed to attempt this. As are Sindr's spies currently keeping an eye on the realm. Go crazy. Have fun. Malekith I'm not having a great afternoon so if you fail another darkness spell I will NOT be available to help for... at least 3 days. I think."

- "Queen Freya, congratulations on your wedding! May you live happily alongside your chosen companion. The dessert was sublime."

"He's met the Vanir queen???"

"Queen Freya got married???"

"It wasn't political???"

"We missed out on desserts???"

"LOOOOOOKKKIIIIIIIIII!!!"

- "...and then that was when Tyr, alleged master tactician, head of the army, had gotten the recruits to charge in. you know, like a fool. anyway, I had veiled everyone in smoke and we got out alive, but Tyr's arm unfortunately was lost. i'd call it a shame the wolf got to him but Fenrir had never been hostile and everyone knows that's his cave specifically so.... yeah. A bit of chomp chomp bite kill was warranted."

- "Dear diary, this week Odin gave another speech on how Thor would rule the realms mightily. Shifting through the propaganda gets tiring, but the lack of pillaging plundering and slavery in the history section of the speech was duly noted. When will Daddy Dear learn not to lie :("

- "Frigga. Frigga please. Now is NOT the time to visit your sister. It's been centuries since you tried speaking to her. And now that she's married you're turning up? You're not even being subtle. Tsk tsk."

- “so Sigyn and I have decided to eventually get married if our friendship goes well and we shall do it with the Tesseract technically qualifying as a witness in accordance with Asgardian law. She’s back to space-pirate-ing for now tho. And is super cute. If you ever see her out in the wild be sure to kneel, and grovelling surely wouldn’t be amiss. Hopefully I’ll legally be out of prison soon enough. Can’t wait for Odin to be overthrown lmao.”

- "Cloudy over Asgard, someone should check up on Thor, hopefully the acidic rain over Muspelheim will cease by next week, Jotunheim and Nifleheim shouldn't experience any change but a band of Light Elves are experimenting with weather alteration so expect Things in both Alf and Svartalf areas. Midgard continues to be far too diverse for it's own good so I'm not going to try. hmmm. If i had to guess I would assume a light asteroid shower in Nidavellir some time tomorrow."

concept: a weekly podcast where loki talks about what’s been going on around Asgard and correctly recounts old quests they went on when younger and whatever wack sci-fi thing thor has gotten involved in now

#loki: you know i actually heard an interesting tale on Midgard about someone called Rindr #odin: [sweats]#anyway please let me enjoy my 2-dimensional-everyone podcast AU #ThisPostIsLongerThanMyLifeSpan #TPILTMLS

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ao3-hipster-fangirl-trash · 7 years ago

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For Pity XII

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 l Chapter 5 l Chapter 6 l Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13

Overall Summary: Sigyn, queen of Vanaheim, is gifted a consort by the Allfather of Asgard, unknown to her, said consort happens to be his adopted son; Loki, and the only reason he was ‘gifted’ was that he should be someone elses’ problem.

Chapter Summary: Sigyn finds that Loki has become more distant than usual over the past few days, and whilst she isn't aware that there is a purpose to this, she finds herself feeling abandoned as she had so many times in the past. So, as she did when she faced solitude, rather than awaken Amora and rant to her, she cries to the stars, to the moon in a last ditch attempt to help her deal with what she's feeling. Little does she know that the person she is screaming about is listening to her every word.

Word count: 1885

Note: Inspired by @nanihoosartblog and her awesome loki x sigyn consort AU! go and check it out!

btw if you want more frequent updates for this story here’s my ao3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/superwholocked_wizard

Warnings: self doubt, angst, crying, anger, self blame?

The nights had been rough. Sigyn had woken many a time breathless and covered in sweat, looking to her left and seeing an empty spot where Loki would usually be. She had realised that she had come to need his comfort in her sleep and had grown used to his arm draped casually around her waist. She needed him simply for sleep, and such a dependancy scared her. It had taken her years to form such a bond with Amora, and even sometimes now she was taken aback with by how close they had become, and to have such a bond with someone who was a stranger but a couple of months ago scared her.

The last couple of nights, her nightmares had become all but unbearable and she had resorted to taking herbal remedies to help her sleep properly. Even then, one night she awoke screaming, begging for them to stop and leave her alone, to stop hurting her mother and yet, even in her state of consciousness she couldn’t shake the tears that fell freely from her cheeks.

She reached out, looking for Loki as a form of comfort, only to yet again find a completely empty bed. Completely lost, she stayed frozen, tears still falling freely from wide childlike eyes, completely enveloped with fear. She hated this, being alone again after forming an attachment, especially one she valued so. It was just as it happened, people left and eventually found themselves unwilling to return.

She had seen Loki within the past few days, he had been at breakfast, lunch and dinner, he had followed her dutifully through her meetings and tried his best to seem pleased, however that was all that it was, a duty. She was sure that if she hadn’t offered him the place of ‘consort’ he wouldn’t even leave the library, which he seemed to spend all his time nowadays.

She let out a sob, the images of the past almost consuming her mind completely, and making her entire body shake in fear. Those nightmares, as common as they were to her, still struck her in the most painful way possible. It always reminded her that no one was ever constant. Everyone has to leave at some time, and right now wasn’t a good moment to be reminded of that.

Sigyn took in a deep breath, composed herself and wiped away the tears, refusing to acknowledge the fear which simple memories struck into her heart. Yes she was terrified, but no-one else needed to know that.

She pulled the blanket from her, threw on a robe over her nightgown and padded towards her door, before slipping through it and making her way through the halls. Ironically enough, within the moonlight, Sigyn found that she found the shadows less large, and the shapes softer, less imposing on her. Of course, many would argue otherwise, but by the light of the moons, it seemed that not much could go wrong.

She took a turn towards the palace gardens, wanting to be surrounded by something other than wood and the occasional cobblestone, and made her way down the steps to be engulfed by the foliage. When she said garden, it was more of a somewhat tamed forest. Often if one was quiet enough, you could see the creatures dancing around within the trees.

One of the trees had far more smoothed out trunks and limbs than others, often people could see children climbing them due to ease of access, however Sigyn had a specific tree, she liked to think of it as her tree, which she found not many a person could climb.

Eventually, she found it, with its towering mass, lack of footholds and high branches. Its flowers still there, left over from spring and giving it a ghostly beautiful atmosphere in the best of ways. One petal fell down and brushed against her cheek, landing on her shoulder, before sliding off gently.

She sighed and jumped as high as she could, hoisting herself up onto the thick branch, before repeating the action. The higher she climbed, the lighter she felt, every branch pushing her further away from her problems and closer to the heavens which she looked up to in so many instances. When she finally made it almost to the top, the last branch that would support her, she sat, and stared up at the galaxy’s which surrounded her, and made her feel inexplicably small. And as a queen, a ruler and the holder of the worlds weight, she had found at a young age that was a comforting feeling.

She looked upon the moons which so often hung in the sky, trying so hard to imagine what the world would look without them shedding light upon her, and yet they were the only constant. Even the stars vanished occasionally.

“I know you’ll always be there for me.” She whispered, as if it were a secret worth sharing, something forbidden which she couldn’t ever tell another soul.

“You’re constant. Not like people, or beings, you’re reliable. I can trust you to stay, can’t I?” She looked back at them hanging in the sky, comforting in ways others wouldn’t understand. She took their silence, their constancy as a yes.

She often came and asked these questions. When things were getting tough or if she was hurting. When she lost her mother, she climbed higher on these branches than she was now and screamed at the orbs, begging them to bring her back. Her throat was so raw that she couldn’t speak for days, otherwise it hurt too much, but a sore throat didn’t stop tears.

And yet, after almost a thousand years of love, loss and fear they still stayed, soothing her in her qualms.

“Perhaps I’m not meant to be around, perhaps I’m meant to be left.” The words came out of her mouth freely. She wasn’t afraid of offending someone, or perhaps hurting someone in a way that she could feel. The moons didn’t ask anything of her, they were just there.

“Why does he hate me?” Now it had become present. The other question she had asked a thousand times, but this was new, this was now. This was Loki.

“I tried, and I thought he might be comfortable enough,” She let out a scream of frustration, which carried above the forest canopy like wind carried leaves. If he didn’t like her, he could have simply said no. No to her bed, no to her friendship, no to being her consort, but he didn’t. He stayed, and then left, and that was what hurt most, “Clearly not comfortable enough to actually stay. He didn’t leave, not physically at least.”

She was crying again, the tears landing on nearby leaves and dropping through the foliage to eventually meet the ground. She looked up to the skies again, eyes brimming with tears which so clearly reflected every nebula, every star, every galaxy, every moon. In her eyes, they all remained.

“What’s wrong with me.” It wasn’t a question. None of this was, more of a declaration of her brokenness. She was hurt, but no one could know that. A queen had to be strong, but the thing about being strong all the time is that it was like being the biggest, brightest star. When you collapse, you ruin everything near you, become a black hole of anger and suck the light out of everything. So instead of becoming a black hole, she screamed at the stars. At the moons. At no one.

Eventually, she exhausted herself, her throat becoming sore from the screaming, and her tear ducts empty of tears. Eventually, she was tired enough that if she went back to sleep the nightmares wouldn’t hurt as much, and may even stay away.

She went to the last branch, taking a moment to sit upon it, swinging her legs in a carefree manner, even though she was all but carefree, before hopping from it and landing gracefully. As she made her way back to the palace, she didn’t see the pair of eyes following her from behind a trunk, who had heard her entire outburst, her confessions, her secrets, and every one of them had been a blow to the heart in an inexplicably horrid way.

Loki watched her walk away, posture just as crumpled as she felt, and truly hated himself for allowing her to believe that he was lovable in any way. He leaned against one of the many trees and closed his eyes, desperate to get her anguished filled screams from his ears, and yet all he could hear instead was “Why does he hate me?”

Oh, if only she knew how much he truly cared for her, and why he couldn’t show it, perhaps the situation would be different, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her, not with words at least.

He began walking back to the castle, trying not to draw any attention to himself, though it wasn’t hard considering the time and how dark it was, and made his way back to the room, trying to think of a way to help Sigyn in the state she was in, without possibly putting her in harms way.

Eventually, he made it to the door, and slipped through wordlessly, before ending up at the bed, where Sigyn lay sleeping on her side and facing towards him. He saw the tear marks on her cheeks, and the puffy red of underneath her eyes. Her eyebrows were scrunched, oh stars not another nightmare.

Screw it, if the spell could withstand almost two months within the same bed and only break down around a week ago, then Loki was sure it could withstand another night.

He tried to get into bed as gently as possible, worried of waking her, before pulling Sigyn towards him and carefully cradling his body with hers, and wrapping his arm around her waist. Instantly he felt her relax against him, allowing her head to fall against his shoulder and lay in the crook there. She let out a breath, though unconscious, of what seemed to be relief. Loki felt bad for waiting so long to simply comfort her, and yet he hoped to every star she screamed to that the sentiment wasn’t lost.

He buried his face in her hair, his breath tickling his ear as it usually did, and yet instead of pulling away from discomfort, she seemed to lean into the familiar sensation. He felt her magic, thrumming beneath her skin. If it was for the fact that he was currently wearing an illusion, or simply because he took the time to notice it, he found it was comforting him and lulling him into a gentle slumber which he hadn’t expected to fall into so easily. Though he felt a twinkling of fear that he would either hurt her, or she would finally see him for what he truly was, he couldn’t find the heart to care. So long as she didn’t feel the need to turn to stars any longer, and rather found that she could trust him. As his eyes closed, he could swear he felt a tingling within his fingertips, however before he could process it, sleep overtook him.

Mercifully, no more nightmares came that night.

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veliseraptor · 8 years ago

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It’s everybody’s my favorite meme! The “send me a number for one of these fics and I’ll write 150 words in it” one.

Eight fics (and excerpts) eligible for this meme:

1. “Loki,” Thor said, and if his voice vibrated with anger it was clear he was striving for calm. “This is folly. You must see-”

Loki rounded on him, but the anger that came was cold, icy, wrapping him in near numbness. “I must nothing. One more word, Thor, one more, and I will put a knife in your eye and leave you matching the man you are trying so hard to resemble.”

Silence fell. He could feel his friends staring at him and couldn’t care, eyes locked on Thor, waiting. Finally, finally, Thor leaned back, though his expression promised that there would be words later. Fine, Loki thought.

He wasn’t sure he’d meant the threat. But he wasn’t sure he hadn’t, either. (Life in Reverse)

2. “Don’t look so miserable, Steve,” Sam said. “Barnes is learning to express himself and he and Loki haven’t tried to kill each other even once in the last twenty-four hours. Sounds like progress to me.”

“I’m not in the mood,” Steve said.

“Honestly, me neither,” Sam said. “But sometimes you’ve gotta laugh to keep yourself from lying down on the floor and screaming about what your life has turned into.” (Steve Rogers’ Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains)

3. Steve didn’t see what Loki did, but the world suddenly inverted and then reverted before he could shout, and they were standing in a largely featureless hallway, its outstanding features mostly a large hole in one wall and Thor, his back to them.

“I give you one more warning,” he boomed. “Get back and cease attempting to restrain me, or I will be forced to-”

“Oh, Thor,” Loki said caustically. “I would have thought threatening mortals beneath you. They are hardly worthy opponents.”

Having Loki deal with Thor had perhaps not been the best idea, Steve thought miserably. (Thunderstorms)

4. Loki stared at her, looking like the world was wobbling under his feet. “You hate me,” he said abruptly.

“No,” Natasha said, turning the stove off and pulling down a bowl. “As a matter of fact, I don’t.” She walked the bowl over to him. “When you heal…new game, new rules.” She pointed at the necklace she’d given him. At the time, it’d been a mixture of cruelty and kindness. “Keep that on. But I am getting you a collar for when you’re with me. This whole mess proves that you need a leash to keep you from wandering into traffic.”

Loki’s jaw tightened, but he also swayed a little toward her and she heard his breath snag. Natasha smiled faintly and ran a thumb up the side of his neck.

“Now I’m going to help you sit up a little and eat that,” she pointed at the broth, “very slowly. You’ll let me know if you need a basin.”

“Yes, Natasha,” Loki murmured meekly. When she looked at him, the corner of his mouth flickered in a very small smile that only barely touched his eyes. She’d take it. (Privation)

5. Steve bit down hard on Loki’s lip and growled. Loki tore away, grabbed Steve and threw him. Steve crashed into one of the walls and the drywall cracked; he flipped to his feet in time to catch Loki’s fist and pivot, using Loki’s own momentum to slam him facefirst into the wall. He twisted Loki’s arm up behind his back.

“Why do you do it?” He demanded. “Why do you keep on playing the villain? You don’t seem to enjoy it.”

Loki twisted. “How else am I going to - get your attention?”

Steve leaned forward and bit his shoulder. “You know damn well you already have my attention.”

Loki laughed. “I do now.” (that spark of black that I seem to love)

6. It was like a curtain fell away, the shadow clarifying into a person. Steve sucked in a breath.

“Well,” Lukas said. He was still holding a bloodied knife in one hand, though it was loose at his side. “This is certainly a surprise.”

Genuinely lost for words, Steve just stared at him blankly. Lukas exhaled loudly. “I should apologize,” he said. “I was really hoping to avoid this.”

“Avoid...what?” Steve shook himself, hard. “Who are you?”

“We should…” Lukas shook his head. “We should probably go elsewhere to have this conversation.”

“Elsewhere,” Steve said blankly. “I’d like an explanation now.”

“I lied to you,” Lukas said. “About a lot of things. Can we please go elsewhere? Unless you want to be found standing over two dead alien bodies.” He turned and started limping away. Steve stared after him. Aliens? (keep your heart (close to the ground))

7. For a second, seeing Loki staring down at two very still bodies on the floor, Steve’s heart stopped. “I didn’t kill them,” Loki said, before Steve could ask. After a moment he added, “I thought about it. I always learned it was better not to leave an enemy alive to come back later.”

“Thank you for restraining yourself,” Steve said, with only a little bit of irony. Loki’s lips twitched.

“You’ve been a bad influence. Or perhaps a good one, depending on who you ask.”

“I’m going to go with ‘good one.’” (we can see the future (and the dreams it’s made of))

8. Amora glided over to him, running her fingers lightly along the line of his jaw, letting them come to rest over his hammering pulse. “Poor Loki,” she crooned. “This would be easier if you were not so stubborn. But less satisfying.” She paused, cocking her head to the side. “I could let you rest. Just for a few moments. Some water, a little food…”

Loki swallowed, thirst surging just at the mention of water. “You want me to beg.” He knew this trick. Thanos had done it. Get your prisoner to give in for small things, and sooner or later they surrendered to larger ones.

“You do beg so nicely.” Amora’s smile was faint and nasty. “I remember that.”

Loki summoned a bared-teeth smile. “One of my worse mistakes. Hardly memorable, though. (Underground)

#meme #fic excerpt #confessions of a frustrated writer #might string this one out over a couple days #going to the beach tomorrow for pride

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ao3-hipster-fangirl-trash · 7 years ago

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For Pity XI

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 l Chapter 5 l Chapter 6 l Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13

Chapter Summary: Loki has realised that being near Sigyn, due to her and her people's ability to get to the 'truth,' causes the spell which prevents him from turning blue to lose power, and finds himself within the predicament of either keeping her safe from himself, or her nightmares, and to be honest he can't decide which one he will come to chose.

Word Count: 2165

Note: Inspired by @nanihoosartblog and her awesome loki x sigyn consort AU! go and check it out!

btw if you want more frequent updates for this story here’s my ao3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/superwholocked_wizard

Warnings: anxiety, self hate, minor depressive state?

Whilst Loki had somewhat of a life changing revelation in the Queen of Vanaheim’s bathroom, the queen herself was simply resting against the door, waiting for Loki to open it, or perhaps continue the conversation in some way. Still feeling the chill of the door on her back, she got up and made her way to the bed, dragging the blanket off it and bringing it back to the door, wrapping herself up and leaning back agains the oak.

She heard nothing from the other side, only somewhat even breathing from Loki, who at the moment was trying to make sense of every thought flying through his head, and trying to get as far away from the door as possible, as quietly as possible, afraid that if he started panicking that the frost would spread all the way to the door and harm Sigyn.

Of course, realising you were completely enamoured by the woman you literally share a bed with is somewhat of a revelation to someone, and so as expected the frost started spreading from where his fingers touched, infecting parts of the room he brushed against. He thanked Valhalla that is was a large room, if not he might of had to remove any bare skin from the ground completely.

Sigyn, still leaning against the door, saw Amora step into the room. Both arms folded behind her back, holding some sort of platter. She look at the empty bed and begin to search for Sigyn and Loki, before her eyes fell upon the bathroom door, and her queen leaning causally against it, and sighing slightly, her head shaking.

“You both missed breakfast.” Sigyn shrugged nonchalantly, smiling slightly at Amora.

“But you love me anyway.” Amora sighed and brought out a platter of food with almost every sort of breakfast assortment you could think of. Meats, fruits, bars of protein and two goblets of juice carefully balanced on the one platter.

“You do love me!” Sigyn giggled to Amora, pulling the plate towards her.

She put it down to the side of her, taking one of the goblets for herself, and leaving one for Loki. She brought a grape to her mouth and was about to take a bite of it before she realised her partner, just behind the door she was using as a support, had absolutely none of the feast in front of her.

Tentatively, she turned to the door and gave it a soft knock, waiting for Loki’s reply.

“Yes?” He seemed further away from the door than before however Sigyn chose not to question it, knowing that he was simply doing what made him comfortable. If he wished to be slightly further away, that was how it was to be.

“I have food, are you feeling well enough to eat?” He sighed, knowing he was going to lie through his teeth simply to get out of food, and begging with everything he had that his stomach gurgling wouldn’t betray him.

“Perhaps later.” He said, trying his best to sound somewhat sickly, though he did feel slightly nauseous, it wasn’t because of a disease.

“How about,” Sigyn spoke through the door, trying to sound sympathetic, though it wasn’t especially hard for her, “I have half, and leave you half to eat on through the day, and if you want more, you can call Amora?”

He sighed, knowing full well she wasn’t going to be satisfied until she knew he had eaten at least a little, being that she was worried about him simply when he was somewhat reserved.

“Alright.” He replied, somewhat quietly, in such a way that made Sigyn think he was falling asleep perhaps. Instead, it was just that he was smiling quietly to himself within the room, finding himself a little happy despite the situation.

And so, whilst Loki was locked in the bathroom, afraid to come out, Sigyn chatted to him about what her day was going to be like, how she dreaded whatever meeting Lord Balinire was going to spring on her due to his absence, and what she would have for dinner, and bring back for him, should he still feel ill by then. Loki sat in relative silence, occasionally butting in with some sort of a quip or a joke about whomever they were talking about, before hearing a tinkling giggle just beyond his reach.

Eventually, Sigyn had to leave and carry out her daily duties, unfortunately also requiring Amora to come along, however it did leave Loki time to scramble out of the bathroom and grab the food which had so gracefully been left for him. He took his time eating, rather than scarfing down the fruits and meats on the platter, and elected to only drink the water later. As he ate, he slowly came to notice the tips of his fingers returning to what would be considered a ‘normal’ shade.

He ate in peaceful silence, grateful to allow his body some time to catch up with the spell and slowly turn back to the pale shade he was so used to, before grabbing a book and slinking back to the bathroom, turning on the bath tap, and letting it run hot.

He walked up to the door and closed it, before turning back to the half full bath and testing the water. Getting undressed, he then grabbed the glass of water which he had brought in and downed it in one go, before tiptoeing into the basin full of hot water.

He let himself sink into the water, enjoying the scalding that brought sense to his skin, which was somewhat numb due to the constant change of temperature. He looked down to his abdomen to see the healed scar on his stomach, which for some reason had decided to light up with a blue tint. Not so much so that it would look extremely bright, but a soft glow which emanated from it, and danced in the clear water.

He lay his head back and ran his hands through his tangled hair, trying to sooth himself as much as possible before starting whatever conversation he needed to have with himself.

He thought back to Sigyn, and the laugh she gave him every time he made a sarcastic comment, or insulted that particularly painful lord, Balamory was it? Instantly he felt himself relax just a little more.

He knew somehow that it was her that was degrading the spell, perhaps unknowingly, yet still it was happening. Without even realising she was bringing out the monster, literally. Maybe through physical contact, maybe just because he was close to her. Either way it was a problem, considering what he’d done to the door, how on earth could he keep her safe from the biggest threat that was him?

Clearly too lost in thought, he didn’t think to notice the door opening, with both Amora and Sigyn walking into her room and seeing the platter completely empty, as well as the goblet gone and the door still in the same position.

Sigyn walked up to the door and knocked, earning her a hum from behind it.

“Loki?” Another hum, either he was deep in thought or simply too tired to care what she was saying. To be honest she wasn’t sure which one was more likely.

“Loki can I come in?” A pause, rather than the immediate hum, before the sound of water sloshing around and the drawing of the bath curtain which Sigyn had, though for the reason of it still eluded her, clearly it was installed 500 years ago because her future consort may want to converse whilst still in privacy.

“Come in.” She gently pushed open the door, to be greeted by Loki’s head hanging casually on the side of the tub, with the rest of his body covered by the intricate shower curtain, which was made of the same green material as the one which surrounded her bed.

“Hello again, are you feeling any better?” She walked slowly towards him and eventually sat near enough to him that he could look at her without craning his neck, but far enough to give him some element of space.

He gave her a little smile, which prompted her to return the sentiment, before shifting slightly to reveal a scar, though small, noticeable on his shoulder. However it wasn’t noticeable because of the fact that it was a scar, but because it was glowing blue, a phenomenon that she truly hadn’t seen in her entire life.

He saw her gaze focus on his shoulder, before turning to look at it himself only to see exactly what he didn’t want her to see, before he shifted his position somewhat violently in order to hide the glaringly obvious skin discolouration.

Sigyn almost jumped back at the quick movement, but instead just looked at him confused, before opening her mouth to ask a question, then remembering is instant reaction to her seeing it, decided against it and closed it.

“I’ll… leave you to bathe then?” He gave her a sheepish smile, before nodding slightly. Sigyn stood and walked out slowly, stopping for a moment to notice the indents in the door where Loki’s ice had previously been and, thankfully, melted. Instead of asking she simply shook her head and closed it behind her.

Loki sighed and buried his face in his hands. If anything that just made it more likely to ask, more likely to question. And she hadn’t a clue why he had jerked away from her, only that he had done it in such a way it made him look fearful of her. Damned scars, damned genes. Damned everything how about.

Eventually, he decided to actually wash himself rather than mill around in a tub full of hot water for the remainder of the day, and found himself taking care to avoid the scars, somewhat disgusted by the change in hue which reminded him so prominently of his species. Whilst he knew that he shouldn’t hate himself, and that his species was a part of him he should accept, yet he still found himself negatively associating that, thing, no, him, with all of the horrible stories he had been told as a child. Not by Frigga, never by her, but by Odin who had poisoned his view of the species as a whole.

When he finished washing himself, rather than go outside and talk with Sigyn for fear that interaction would ruin the spell that was working so hard to restore itself, he grabbed the book he had brought in with him and begun reading it.

It was some boring and honestly rather dull book about two ‘star crossed’ lovers, which was honestly completely stupid, the fates didn’t have time to intertwine the strings of love, it was simply up to coincidence and ‘right time right place’. The fact that two mortals honestly believed that the stars themselves wanted them together was rather egotistical in not anything else.

Eventually he grew tired of the completely pointless language and the extreme exaggeration of the importance of two children falling in ‘love,’ or more likely obsession, and got out of the bath, drying and dressing himself in one of Sigyn’s many nightgowns, then heading towards the door. He hesitated, putting his ear to the door to see if there was any sign of discussion, or even Sigyn milling around. He was sure that by now most people in the palace save for himself were fast asleep. And he was right, he found no trace of movement within the room, prompting him to open the door and slip out of the bathroom as quietly as possible.

He turned towards the bed and slunk towards it, trying his hardest to be completely silent in the process. He drew back the curtains slowly to reveal a sleeping Sigyn, however it was not the usual sleeping Sigyn that he knew, but one with her face set in a mask of fear, nightmares having taken over her whilst she slept alone.

Whilst it pained Loki, and whilst he may never be able to forgive himself for it, rather than console her, he instead went to the furthest side of the bed, determined not to hurt her within his unconscious state.

A whimper from her almost made him change his mind.

He remained completely still, adamant to not allow himself, or the ‘other’ within him to be able to ruin her in any way. If she woke up from nightmares, so be it. It was better than having to deal with her waking up with frostbite sinking deep into her skin, and possibly choking or killing her in the process.

As Loki found himself drifting off, he knew full well that tonight, the nightmares would most likely return in full force, as they were doing with Sigyn, and yet he found he couldn’t bring himself to seek her comfort, hold her, and risk her end.

Better a scared queen than a dead one.

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