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lostgreekgod · 3 years ago

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delusion: part 2

"a/n: hello, hello! cant say i didnt sniffle a little writing this one.

words: 6539 (the word limit kind of faded away as i got emotional)

pairing: loki x f!reader

warnings: angst, but ends with fluff. but a lot of angst. mentions of death, blood, and fingers. and dead bodies. and hypnotism?

another a/n: thanks to @theaudacitytowrite for this little adventure. cant say I wont miss it.

tagging all those who requested for a part 2: @karushinekomiya @midnights-ramblings @savoryloki

read part 1 here!

37 minutes. That’s how long it took for y/n to have her soul crushed. Not crushed, ripped, and trampled all over repeatedly, until her very essence was terminated, until she was nothing but a bag of bones, muscles, and blood. She fell back into her bed as she watched Loki leave her. Forever. She didn’t matter to the god. Of course she didn’t. why did she ever believe that she would be of any importance to him? A mighty god like Loki, a literal prince! What was some simple Midgardian to a being of such alleviated status? y/n felt something trail down her cheek. She was crying. 4 years, 3 months, and 27 days of not one tear- not even when her parents left her to rot- and it took only 37 minutes for her ex-lover to have her eyes release such a foreign substance. She wasn’t even sobbing, just one lonesome tear trailed past her cheekbone, just one tear that contained all her anger, sadness, and pain. She wished she could cry harder. She wished she could cry her eyes dry, and just spontaneously combust while she was at it.

“Okay since the door is open, I’m assuming you guys aren’t doing anything that will scar me for life-“

Nat. Of all those times she could walk into y/n’s room, she picked today. She faltered as she took in the image of y/n sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling and into nothingness.

“y/n?” she whispered as she reached for her friend. Her blood froze as she took in y/n’s face. Pale, like a corpse. y/n still hadn’t acknowledged Natasha’s presence. Gently shaking y/n’s shoulder, Natasha called her name again. Nothing. Was she even breathing? Natasha began to panic. Her only friend- aside from Wanda- What ever happened? y/n was fine when she left training a while ago-

“Nat,” came y/n’s voice, a gentle, hoarse whisper.

Rushing to her side, Nat brushed her hair away from her face. “y/n, what happened?”

Finally, y/n met Natasha’s eyes. The pain was so evident in them, just bared out for the whole world to see. Vulnerable, weak. Natasha had never seen y/n like this. The y/n she knew was strong, so strong.

“y/n,” she breathed, “talk to me.”

“He left me.” Her voice cracked, almost as if it wanted to match with the likeliness of her cracked heart.

“What? Right now?”

y/n nodded, not trusting her voice. If only she could find a release for that awful swell in her throat.

“Hours before a mission?” Natasha could have slapped herself for blurting out something so insensitive. Here laid her friend, literally looking like death, and she was worried about a mission. Sure, they had 4 lives to save, but what good was a near-dead agent in a rescue operation?

Natasha had initially come over to y/n’s room for last-minute mission prep. Yes, they had about 2 hours left for the mission, but she could never be too careful with anything.

“Would you like me to leave you alone?”

y/n simply continued to stare at the ceiling. Natasha wished she could see what she was thinking. Although she looked like death, Natasha couldn’t help but notice how she had cried just one tear. Anyone could tell that she needed a while to collect herself. Natasha decided to step out, probably approach Fury and issue a last-minute change of plan. She could take Clint and Peter. Not the best replacement, but she could have Peter go in and look for the agents, while she placed Clint at a farther position, as backup for Peter.

“Stay.” y/n breathed out when Natasha began to retract her arms away.

Perhaps Natasha could stay and provide her friend some support, just for a few minutes. She felt awful about how she couldn’t help more, but this was the most she could do at the moment. ‘Missions first, personal problems next. What are you a hero for?’ as Fury would say. Natasha thought of Loki. How she wished she could knee him in the groin and then cause him a slow painful death.

“Coming up with a plan for murder?” y/n asked, somewhat with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Looking up at y/n’s face, Natasha relished the little smile on her face. Heartbroken as y/n was, she was still alive.

“You know me so well.” She snickered.

“Don’t bother Nat. He doesn’t deserve it.” Lies. Although y/n really wished to let Nat murder Loki, her love for him outdid that need.

“y/n, as much as I would like to stay with you like this, I’m afraid I have work to do. I need to find replacements so the mission can still-“

y/n’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Replacements?”

“Yes, you obviously cannot go on a mission in this state. I mean, have you seen yourself?”

No. No, no, no. The mission was the only distraction she was counting on. If she stayed behind, she would probably end up doing something she never once thought she would.

“I want to come, Nat. I’m fully capable of fighting today.”

“y/n, think about this. Loki- “ Nat paused, concern refilling her when y/n flinched at his name. Rephrasing, she tried again, “he’s going to be there too, and we cannot risk any mistakes.”

“Nat. you know me. You know how I am. Would I let a little squabble in my personal life come in the way of my work?” y/n was probably lying again, she didn’t know how she could manage being in close proximity with the same person who managed to suck out her very soul, but it was so much better than the alternative. If y/n was deemed unfit for the mission, she would have to spend a day doing nothing, and that was not something she was looking forward to.

“Let me partake in the mission, Nat. I promise ill be okay. I just needed a few moments to collect myself.” y/n added a little smile at the end, hoping she could have Natasha fooled into believing that she was fine.

Gauging her response, Natasha studied y/n’s face for a moment. It was obvious she was lying, but Natasha knew better. She had to let y/n do this. Nodding, she relented.

“Promise you’ll be okay?” she asked, squeezing y/n’s shoulder once before standing up.

“Promise.”

He still had 2 hours to burn. 2 hours before he set out on a mission with the person he loved, aka the person whose heart he broke. Once her best friend, Natasha Romanoff found out, she’d probably come straight up to his room to kill him. He would have laughed if he was capable of feeling anything at the moment. He laid in his bed. The mattress was cold, hard, empty. Not even an hour since he left y/n for good, and he was already missing her. Her soft body flush against his chest, as he inhaled her chocolaty scent. The little sighs she subconsciously let out when he wrapped his arms around her. The little twitch in her lips when he whispered something in her ear. It was too late before he realized what he was doing. His heart stopped as his mind screamed at him, you can’t think of her! You don’t deserve to think about her, let alone lay next to her!

Inhaling deeply, he curled up into a ball. How he wished he was someone else. If it weren’t for his past, he and y/n could have lived one of the sweetest lives. Sure, she was a Midgardian, he would still figure out a way to keep her with him forever. If only.

“Top of the morning to you, brother!” Thor’s voice bellowed. Loki groaned internally. It seems, while he was in the middle of his self-deterioration, he forgot to lock his room door.

“What’s gotten you so sullen?” Would he simply leave if Loki didn’t respond?

“Brother. Hello.” Thor said again, shaking Loki’s shoulders. Clearly, he was unaware of Loki’s mental state- but then again, Loki was always like this with everyone. Except his y/n. His y/n? Nope, not anymore. Just y/n.

“Thor.” Loki said, finally acknowledging his cheery brother’s presence.

“Ah, finally. It seems to be getting harder every day to obtain a response from you, brother, hence I must ask- is everything alright?”

Loki wanted to laugh. Hysterically. So, he did. Slow laughter built up in his throat, and before he knew it, his laughter boomed all the way from his stomach. Cold, dry laughter that would run chills up one’s bones. When was the last time he had laughed like this? Out of sorrow? Out of spite for himself?

“Whoa. Am I dreaming? I have never seen you laugh like this, brother. I am now very concerned for you.” Came Thor’s voice, causing Loki’s laughter to die down. Laughter is supposed to make people feel better, right? But the feeling in Loki’s stomach would prove that otherwise. I do not deserve to laugh.

“To what do I owe your presence, dear brother?” Loki was surprised his voice sounded so collected. Almost as if he didn’t just take someone’s heart and stomp all over it. His heart churned as he remembered what he had done. He just wanted to lay in bed and sob.

“It is mission day, brother! We must prepare!” Thor bellowed; his previous question forgotten.

“As it is. Leave. I shall arrive at the quinjet in due time.” Loki hoped Thor didn’t hear how his voice wavered in the slightest.

“Brother- “

“Leave, Thor,” he breathed, his voice cracking at the slightest, “I beg of you.” Maybe Thor didn’t sense the wavering earlier, but he definitely caught this. Besides, Loki never begged.

“What did you do, Loki?” Thor asked gently. It now dawned on him why Loki crawled into a ball. Since they were children, Thor had seen how he would do that every time something had hurt his heart.

Loki scoffed at how Thor questioned his deeds. Of course, Thor would suspect him of some wrongdoing. It was never ‘What happened, Loki?’. Just the accusatory, ‘What did you do now?’. Although, this time, it was his fault. All his fault. Monster.

“y/n,” he said.

“y/n? What happened to y/n?” Loki could feel the sudden anger surge in him. Big, ugly anger- filled with resentment for himself. Why won’t Thor leave him alone? Why can’t he just leave, leave Loki to rot in his room?

“I broke her heart, Thor. I took it, trampled all over it, and left her to scavenge for the shattered bits. Is that enough? Or would you like me to tell you more? Leave, Thor. Leave me alone. I will report at the quinjet for the mission soon.”

Thor realized Loki’s predicament. He knew a situation like this might arise sooner or later, but he hadn’t expected it to occur at such an intensity. His little brother had only begun to experience the joys of love, of living, he had just begun to heal, and his demons were eating at him already.

Sighing, Thor began. “Loki. Look at me.” When Loki didn’t respond, Thor forced him to face him and meet his eyes.

“I may not have a clue about how you deal with most things, but I do know what you are feeling right now, brother. I have known you for many millennia, and no matter how clever and secretive you are, I can always tell how you feel. You feel undeserving of y/n, am I correct?”

Loki inhaled sharply at Thor’s accurate judgment. Was he so predictable?

Almost as if reading his mind, Thor continued, “You aren’t predictable, dear brother. In fact, you are far from it. But it wouldn’t take a fool to see how you feel about y/n. We all see how you look at her, Loki. Like you love her. Like you would do anything for her. But what you don’t realize is that we also see how she looks at you. She loves you, regardless of your scars, your past; she loves you for your heart- she loves you for you, Loki. Anyone who’s incapable of seeing that is simply an ignorant idiot.” Loki’s eyes widened at Thor’s revelation. y/n loved him regardless of what he had done in New York. She loved him, not because he was a god or a prince, but because he was him. Because he was Loki. How could he have been so blind? He wanted to smack himself for being so naïve & insecure. He should have just talked about it to y/n, like she always suggested. ‘Talk to me if you have a problem, Loki. It’s what all couples do. They support each other,’ she had said to him once.

“It isn’t too late. It never is. You can always fix it. Do you understand?” Thor said, bringing Loki back from his thoughts.

Loki needed to sit down and think, and Thor shaking him to elicit a response to his monologue wasn’t really helping.

“Are you done, brother?” Loki asked, his voice and face still monotonous. He needed time with himself. Besides, he never responded to Thor in any other manner. To break that ritual now was to sin.

Thor, however, couldn’t see past Loki’s monotony. Sighing, he said, “I hope you think of my words, Loki. You need y/n, as much as she needs you. Come to terms with that for yourself.”

“Based on what we can tell, they’re going to ask us for the hard drive before they give us Agents Samson, Waller, Bryson, and Stevens- so we’re going to have to stay on our toes,” Hill began, Natasha and y/n listening on intently. Loki wasn’t anywhere to be found, but then he hardly attended the briefings. He simply read case files and had a pretty good idea of what was to be done. “Natasha will be our front. She will deliver the drive, while y/n and Loki go in search of the agents. We need to ensure that we find our men before the decryption of the drive.” She said, looking back at her tablet.

Just then, Loki walked in, looking as pristine and collected as ever. As if he wasn’t running on sleep from a day ago, as if he didn’t have a broken heart weighing him down. y/n’s anger surged. It was infuriating how he wasn’t affected even to the littlest. She put on her mask of indifference perfectly. Last night didn’t happen. Loki was simply her coworker, and she was going to have this mission take place perfectly.

“Um, Agent Hill? Is it possible for me to take Agent Romanoff’s position?” y/n’s voice rang before Hill could give further instructions. Loki noticed how y/n looked calm and ready. Ready, to pounce like the lioness she was. She didn’t acknowledge his presence. Usually, when they met up at briefings, she’d give him the tiniest of smiles, but the sparkle in her eyes would speak more than what they could converse in a lifetime. That one moment always made his morning. He wouldn’t deny the sting he felt in his chest when she asked Agent Hill to change her position.

Agent Hill looked into her tablet and frowned. “I’m sorry Agent y/l/n, but this is the best way we can proceed while ensuring minimal casualties. Loki’s seidr, accompanied by your stealth will help in a faster rescue. Not many people are capable of resisting Natasha’s sweet-talking, so it is best for her to be on the receiving end of the exchange.” she said, winking at Natasha; grinning as Nat returned the wink. “And guys, a quick note. We don’t know these people; we don’t know how they work. If in case shit goes down, call for backup. We’ll be in ASAP. You have a 60-minute time bridge to be in and out. If you’re not out by then, we’re coming in. Understood?”

Quickly sheathing her disappointment, y/n nodded in agreement, “Affirmative, ma’am.” It seemed as if she had to face him after all. But no matter, she reminded herself. I am a hero. An Avenger. My people before myself.

“Alright guys, let's move in. I will enter through the main, you both through the back doors. Wait for my signal, and as soon as you receive it, go. Do not waste your time. I assume you have memorized the floor plans?” Natasha asked, putting a gun into her thigh holster. y/n nodded as Loki simply stared.

“Go on then, good luck.”

Loki used his magic to put some sort of cloaking around himself and y/n as they walked quietly towards the backdoors of the abandoned silo. The rival organization had set up a temporary location there for the exchange, and their current invisibility enabled them to walk comfortably.

Loki took a deep breath. It was unwise to have a conversation, nevertheless an intimate one during a stealth mission, but he had to talk to her. Let her know that he was sorry.

“y/n, I have to talk to you about earlier,” he began, looking for a reaction in her.

He waited for a moment. Several moments.

“y/n.” he tried again.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of emotion in her.

“I’m sor- “

“Don’t. Don’t for one second, think you can talk to me. Not after what you did.” She sneered at him, fresh fury blazing in her eyes like Greek fire. Loki flinched at her sudden reaction. He never flinched. “You do not get to talk to me after I bared myself open to you like I did, only to have you scoff at me, and deem me worthless.”

y/n was now angry with herself. It enraged her how Loki was able to elicit such a response from her with 3 mere sentences. She had to stay more collected. Ignorance, she decided. The best choice of weapons.

Loki decided to attempt again later. He could not give up on his love. He could still hear Thor telling him about how he could fix it. Loki used his seidr to pick the lock on the back door. So far, they couldn’t see anyone. No snipers, no guards, nothing. He ignored the chills that ran up his back.

y/n had her gun at the ready. It didn’t matter if they were invisible, there could be heat sensors. She wasn’t going to let the little kerfuffle from a few minutes ago faze her. Her skin rose in goosebumps as she sensed the eerie silence. Something was wrong.

On Natasha’s command, they moved in, both walking on guard in perfect formation. y/n in front of Loki, with her gun out, while Loki stayed behind her with his daggers in his hands. They walked around each other in perfect sync as they scanned their surroundings. They moved past the pitch-dark corridors as y/n tried to look for signs of an ambush. So far, they had to have encountered at least a few guards. The plan was to silently take them out as they continued to look for the kidnapped agents. y/n looked back at Loki and turned away before he could make eye contact with her. His heart pumped steadily, his blood filling with adrenaline in response to the suspicious silence. They approached another door, and based on the floor plans, they had to go through the room ahead. The only problem was that it was a very big, and possibly empty one. Some sort of a torture chamber, y/n figured, from the lack of furniture and other basic things. She cracked the door open. A single chair. That’s all she found in the center of the room. Was that blood? y/n’s muscles froze as she noticed the table with numerous surgical tools- no, torture devices. A little knife-like object laid in a steel tray, covered in blood. And fingers. So many fingers. y/n gasped at the image in front of her. The junior agents had been tortured in the very room they were in. She looked around for active cameras. 4 in each corner of the room. She was thankful for the invisibility curtain Loki’s magic was able to provide. Suddenly, Loki was tapping at her shoulder, trying to get her attention. He frantically pointed at a bundle in the corner of the room. White sheets. Drenched in blood. She moved towards it slowly. Please don’t be what I think it is. Please.

Uncovering the flimsy cotton, her eyes widened. “The Agents.” She breathed, meeting Loki’s eyes. He looked as mortified as she did. All four of them were dead. Tortured, left to bleed out slowly. It’s a trap. y/n realized, her blood curdling up. Only then did she notice the tripwire around the sheets. We’ve been tricked.

“y/n!” came Nat’s voice in her earpiece. “y/n- it’s a t-t-trap! Crack. G-get out of t-there! N-n-now Crack. R-r-rendezvous at-t b-back- Crack.” not even the static in Nat’s transmission could have left them confused about what they had gotten into.

In a blink, there were lights, everywhere. Red lights, lasers, sirens, noise resonating all over. They had been spotted.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” Came a deep, cold voice from behind them. A man in a white coat, followed by a woman who seemed like an assistant- who was followed by at least a dozen men who looked like SWAT agents, except they had much more brandished weapons. The 2 doors in the room shut with a bang, leaving Loki and y/n trapped; with 4 dead agents, and the many people who probably wanted them dead- but not before having their fun.

“Agent y/n, and Loki, the God of Mischief.” He sneered at them.

y/n pointed her gun at him while Loki drew out his daggers and flipped them. That would have had y/n swooning on a good day, but not today.

“The one and only,” Loki stated. “Now let us through, or it will be the end of our short-timed pleasantries.” he sneered, adrenaline flooding in his veins, causing his green irises to turn almost completely black.

“Now, now. There’s no reason to be so hostile,” the man said, his mouth twisting into some crooked sort of smile. “After all, I am sure you do not have the capability to fight past all of my soldiers.”

He was right. Loki’s seidr could probably take out a few, and y/n’s ammunition a few more, but not before they were electrocuted or whatever those hi-tech weapons were capable of. She needed to contact backup. And fast.

“Let us out, unworthy scum. We’ve given you the intel anyway.”

“Behave, Agent y/n. Do you really think I’m stupid enough to fall for a corrupted drive?”

Loki wanted to smash his teeth in. How dare he talk to his beloved like that?

“And you are?” y/n asked the man, changing the subject and trying to stall him. The drive plan had failed, which meant that Natasha could be in trouble. Besides, they needed to come up with a new plan to get out without any more trouble. Not even 10 minutes in, and they were already cornered.

“Fred. I am also a doctor.” The grey-haired man said. y/n would have laughed if she wasn’t already upset and running on almost no sleep.

“.. your name is Fred?” she asked, silently trying to reach for her walkie.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“No, but I was expecting something more ... traditional. Something that would suit that malice in your eyes a little better,” She stalled. “Something more Russian. You look very Russian.”

All Loki could do was stare at y/n with a prideful smile when he realized what she was trying to do. His little lioness, so daring and clever.

Grinning like a madman, Fred turned to his assistant. “I like this one. Although, what’s all this about being Russian? I just don’t get it.”

y/n would have responded if not for the dart in her neck.

“Hey!” she felt the poison running through her veins in no time. Her sight faltered, her own voice sounding distorted.

“No!” Rang Loki’s panicked voice. His heart fought against his ribcage. What had he done? If only he hadn’t gestured at the bundle, if only he told y/n it was better to leave the moment they spotted it. They knew the junior agents were dead the moment they saw it, what was the need for him to have y/n uncover the sheets?

“Don’t worry, Mr. Laufeyson. It is only a sedative. Your girlfriend will be fine.” The doctor chortled.

It was now y/n’s turn to freak out. “How did ... how did you…” she mumbled; her eyes widening at the colors that brimmed in her vision. Her heart calmed to a surprising rate, a sloppy smile on her lips as she sank onto the floor.

“Please, Agent y/n. Like I said, I’m not stupid. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice the way you look at each other?”

Thor’s voice rang in Loki’s ear. ‘It wouldn’t take a fool to see how you feel about y/n, Loki.’ He would have smiled if it weren’t for their current state.

“Mmm,” y/n hummed. Understandable, she wanted to say. “Un- un- under the sea.” She managed, with a goofy smile and a giggle bubbling from her chest.

Chuckling at y/n, the doctor said, “I’ll see you soon, Mr. Laufeyson.”

That was all Loki heard before everything went black.

He gasped loudly as he woke up. Where was he? He scanned his surroundings and realized he was in a lab-like settlement. No doors, just 2 bullet-proof glass windows behind which a number of doctors and agents stood. Along with Fred. His heart sped up as he took in y/n. Strapped onto a bed with numerous wires attached to her head. She was still unconscious from the sedative. He pulled at his arms only to notice he was shacked to the walls.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Mr. Laufeyson!” Loki heard a cheery voice through the speakers. “Shall we begin?” Fred asked, pausing for a few moments as Loki realized he was waiting for a response.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his mind numb. How was he going to get out? Where was Agent Romanoff?

“Ah, so glad you asked. This nice lady here,” he gestured, “is Doctor May. She specializes in hypnotism.”

What did they need a hypnotist for? If they were planning to hypnotize Loki, they were in for a disappointment because that really wouldn’t work on him.

Looking at Loki’s expression, the doctor smiled. “Don’t worry, it's not for you! It's for our dear y/n here! Doctor May here has so skillfully come up with a serum that we can test on y/n. We’re going to turn her against you, watch an epic battle- to the death; and if she survives, hooray! We’ll have her rejuvenate and train before using her to infiltrate SHIELD!” he cooed. His tone did not go with the threats he was spewing. "Oh, I also forgot to mention, we're giving her superstrength, just for the sake of it. see what happens."

Loki’s blood turned to ice. “What if she doesn’t survive?” he asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

“Oh well, if she doesn’t, we’ll harvest your powers and whatnot! But not to mention we will be very disappointed in her.” The doctor said, frowning playfully.

Loki’s chest seemed to cramp up onto itself. He tried to pick the locks on his cuffs with his seidr.

“Did you really think we’d let you have seidr while in captivity? Gosh, SHIELD. Keep thinking I’m stupid. See what that does for you.” Fred mumbled, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“No! No. Fred. You do not want to do this,” His silver tongue was the only thing he could rely on now. He couldn’t let them hurt his y/n. Ignoring the sweat running down the side of his head, he donned a sweet smile and crooned, “let her go. I am far more powerful than she is. If you release her, I promise to submit to you, causing you no difficulty. My seidr and my other strengths. All yours. I will give you any intel you need.” He promised, his nerves slightly betraying him. That’s it. Take the offer, Fred. Let y/n go. It’s my fault she’s here anyway.

“Hmm, let me think,” Fred said, placing his index on his chin. Uh oh. “How about no?” he snapped, quickly letting that carefree smile adorn his face again. Loki’s smile faltered. “Unfortunately, your proclamation isn’t as fun as my idea, Mr. Laufeyson.” No seidr, no backup. He was going to have to fight the one he loved.

“May, commence operation Omega!” Fred yelled, bouncing on his toes. “I’m so excited!” he yelled, his arms flailing around. Loki couldn’t help but notice how the man’s appearance did not suit his personality even by a percent. Creepy.

He watched as y/n’s body started shaking. She was seizing. His stomach dropped as the horror registered in his mind. The wires suddenly detached from her head with a sickening pop as she opened her eyes. Her e/c irises now glowed bright blue. Like electricity in her fibers. Loki’s chest clenched at y/n’s foreign expression. How long had it been since they got in? Surely Agent Hill must have realized something was wrong by now?

He flinched as the shackles around his hands clicked open. He was incapable of fighting y/n, let alone killing her. He couldn’t stand the idea of landing his fist on her.

“Ah, hello? Subject 7? Can you hear me?” Fred’s annoying voice crooned.

“Yes,” y/n said, her face devoid of any expression. Almost as if she was a robot. Loki’s skin rose up in goosebumps as he heard her cold emotionless voice. This was not his y/n.

“Good,” the doctor beamed. “Destroy.” That’s it. One simple command for y/n to turn to Loki and snarl at him.

“y/n,” Loki whispered. No, no, no. He felt tears prickling in his eyes. He’d rather die a thousand deaths than lay a hand on her.

“You’re pretty. But I’m going to kill you.” y/n smiled, her mouth letting out a little giggle. That wasn’t her giggle. It was cold, malevolent.

“Doctor May, what was that? It was cute, but I don’t remember asking for that?” Fred asked, frowning at the lady. Stuttering, she said, “I-I believe the serum hasn’t taken complete effect, sir. Part of Subject 7’s personality i-is still accessible to her.”

“Aw,” Fred groaned. “Do I have to kill you, Doc?” he asked the lady, whose eyes were now wide as saucers.

“N-no, sir. I assure you it won’t be a p-problem. I will have it fixed b-before administering the next dose.”

“Okay!” Fred smiled again.

Loki overheard their little conversation. Could he still reach for his y/n, which was buried underneath the cold exterior, courtesy of the serum?

“y/n,” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat. She didn’t respond, but simply charged at him with a growl.

Loki dodged her, putting a safe distance between the two of them before trying again as his mind screeched at him. All your fault! Why did you let y/n uncover the sheets? You knew it was dangerous, you knew they were dead!

“y/n, it's me,” Loki said softly, trying to get her to look at him. He took a step towards her when he saw that she wasn’t going to lunge at him.

“y/n … I know you’re in there.”

Loki thought he saw a flicker in her eyes.

“Doc! What’s going on?” Fred exclaimed; his face glued to the glass.

Loki decided to get closer. “My love,” the words sounded foreign to his ears, no doubt, but it had never felt so right.

“Come back to me,” He whispered, reaching for her; tears obscuring his vision. “Please.”

y/n lunged at him; a perfect roundhouse directed towards his face. But Loki’s reflexes had always been faster. She circled him, like a predator assessing its prey.

Fred banged at the glass. “Subject 7! We do not have all day!” He yelled, and now y/n was rushing towards Loki. She swung her fist at his jaw as Loki dodged her, only to receive another punch on his throat. Coughing and sputtering, he glanced at y/n, his eyes speaking words he never had a chance to say. Rubbing his neck, he said in the gentlest voice he could muster, “Please, my love. You do not have to do this,” he paused, gauging y/n’s reaction. He noticed how her movements faltered every time he spoke in that gentle voice. “It’s okay, y/n,” he whispered, his eyes holding hers as he reached to cup her face. Everything slowed down when clarity sank into Loki, chilling his bones like ice on a hot plate. He now knew what he had to do.

“It’s me, look at me, my love,” he breathed, his eyes searching hers. Flicker. His y/n was fighting underneath the shadow that had taken over her body.

“I love you,” He whispered to her. 3 words, just 3 words to let her know how sorry he was. To let her know he never meant any of it. to let her know, that it was all his fault.

“I love you, my darling, I always have; I’m so sorry this ever- “ Loki’s voice muffles down as the next event unfolds.

She’s suddenly kissing him, she’s kissing him like she’s never kissed before- raw and hungry- and for one moment, for one moment y/n's emerged from the shadow of the serum- to tell him, tell him that it was okay. That she understood. One kiss to let him know that she’s forgiven him, one kiss to let him know that she loved him too. Loki’s eyes widened as her warm lips held onto his like her life depended on it- except this time, it did- and he was kissing her back before he knew it. he wrapped his arm around her, his other arm knotting in her hair to support the force of the kiss- and he’s crying, he's crying as her fingers tangle in his hair, he’s crying like he’s never cried before- the tight wraps around his past wounds ripping open, he’s crying like he’s never going to experience this feeling ebbing from the depths of his heart ever again--

And he’s suddenly on the floor with y/n’s hands around his throat, her eyes electric blue again, a menacing smile playing on her lips.

“Yes! Yes!” Came Fred’s voice. “Finish him, Subject 7!”

y/n stared at Loki, her hands lowly tightening around his throat. He could only stare back at her, his tears running silently as he placed his hands around y/n’s wrists.

“Do it, y/n. Do it. I did not deserve you anyway,” he said as he choked on a sob, “but I just want you to know- I have always, always loved you; and I wish last night never happened. I wish for you to never, ever experience the pain you felt last night, I wish for you to be treated like the queen you are- “ he paused, meeting her eyes, a thousand emotions swimming in his mind; making it impossible for him to speak the numerous confessions he was attempting to make.

“I love you, y/n, and I regret not believing you when you said you did too.” He choked out before shutting his eyes and accepting his fate. He embraced death like an old friend, waiting for it to swoop in and steal his soul. He waited for that cold feeling of release, of being free. He would die for her instead.

“I love you too. I never stopped,” He heard a sweet voice whisper. He opened his eyes to y/n’s e/c ones. She had fought the serum. Her lips quivered as tears brimmed in her eyes, freely falling down her cheeks, as Loki’s hands reached for her cheeks. “I love you,” she said, and everything blows apart as the building explodes.

// a week later//

y/n opened her eyes to 2 smiling faces, groaning at the throb in her head. She noticed the other Avengers next to her, all smiling, grateful that she was okay. She was in a hospital bed.

“Welcome back!” Natasha and Steve yelled, causing y/n to shut her ears.

“Guys! Stop yelling!” y/n manages to say before furrowing her eyebrows and shutting her eyes.

“How long was I out?” she asked, her eyes still shut.

“a week,” Sam replied from her left.

“Whoa.” She whispered, trying to recollect the events that had unfolded.

She froze as the images came rushing back to her. She tried to kill Loki. Then she kissed him. ‘I love you,’ he had said, and the building had exploded on their fragile reconciliation.

“Loki!” she gasped, sitting back up, her eyes flailing around to look for him. Was he dead? Please don’t let him be dead.

“y/n! Calm down! You have 3 cracked ribs, not to mention the messed-up head, thanks to serum Omega. We need to make sure it still isn’t in your bloodstream,” Nat says, holding her down.

“Is Loki okay?” she asks Natasha, her heart in her throat.

“I'll bring him to you,” the red-haired agent smiles at her, before turning to the door. “Stay put,” she calls behind her.

“What happened to Fred?”

“Who?” Steve asked quizzically.

“That weird doctor.”

“Oh, probably died from the explosion. Our people are there as we speak, y/n, we’ll find out soon. Feel better, we’ll tell you the rest later.” he said with a warm smile.

How did they manage to get out? Sure, she was knocked out after the explosion, but she did witness the intensity. It would have been impossible to extract them from underneath the rubble- unless--

“y/n?” Loki’s tentative voice came from behind the infirmary’s door a few moments later. She looked at him, searching for any injuries he might have sustained. Loki ran up to her, grabbing her face, “You’re okay.” He said, kissing her gently. He snickered as y/n’s hand crawled up into his hair, pressing his lips into hers harder.

“So are you,” she smiled, looking at him with a look of pure adoration.

“What happened?” she asked Natasha, her fingers looping into Loki’s as he sat next to her.

“I escaped, noticed that you both hadn’t made it to the rendezvous point only to encounter more agents, fought my way out, called for backup, and the rest is history. The question is, what happened to you? We got only Loki’s version. Gotta hear yours,” she says, all in one breath.

“Perhaps give us a while before that?” Loki asks her, Natasha gasping slightly at the little smile on his face.

“Careful Loki, smile any wider and people might think y/n’s making you go soft,” she joked and turned around to leave, gesturing at the team to follow.

“Hey you,” y/n whispered, her index tracing Loki’s jaw. He leaned down to envelop her in yet another kiss, this one sweeter than the best Asgardian mead, filled with promises of tomorrow. He smiled into the kiss when her fingers knotted in his hair.

“I love you," Loki whispered, thanking whoever that he could say it to her again.

"Forever?” y/n asked, her voice still hazy from the kiss.

“Always.”

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antebunny · 3 years ago

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April 30: rebirth

(Also called Bargaining–idea is taken from an old Loki fic with the same time travel premise).

When Jiang Yanli dies, Wei Wuxian goes into denial and just runs from Nightless City. He goes back to the Burial Mounds and feverishly works on a time travel array. Within the month he completes it and prepares to travel back in time, but there’s a catch. He first activates the array and then spends the next several hours going through the ritual, while outside the Siege of the Burial Mounds begins. The Wens know what Wei Wuxian is up to so they understand why he’s not bothering to protect them. He completes the ritual just as Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan burst into the cave. They’re both there, at the front, in order to protect Wei Wuxian, but by the time they arrive it’s too late: the array is fading and Wei Wuxian is already dead. He barely sees them in the entrance when he dies, which leads him to (logical) conclusion that they’re there to kill him.

Here’s the catch: Wei Wuxian gets to go back, rewrite time, and change things. He decides to go back to the day before he got kicked out of the Cloud Recesses. But when time finally arrives at the time he activates the array, everyone gets their memories back. Although a lot of people will remember dying, it’s preferable to actually dying. Then Wei Wuxian has to conduct the ritual again, to ensure that this is the future that stays, and seal the deal with his own life. Basically, in order to change the future Wei Wuxian has to die. And obviously because he's Wei Wuxian, he decides that that’s okay so long as everyone gets to live.

So Wei Wuxian comes back to life with a golden core and cries for a solid minute, scaring tf out of Jiang Cheng, before he gets a grip. Then he proceeds to yell at Jin Zixuan, not get kicked out, and live life like everything’s normal. He enjoys the next six months of peace, and then he gets to work. Once the year is over, he goes on a very long night hunting trip, kills the Xuanwu of Slaughter, and sets up the cave for use. A year later and they’re at the archery competition, where Wei Wuxian still places first, meets Wen Ning again, and doesn’t pull off Lan Zhan’s forehead ribbon.

Then Wen Ruohan is ~mysteriously~ assassinated and the Wens declare war on all the sects in revenge. When the Wens come for Lotus Pier, there’s no personal vendetta, and Wei Wuxian hides in the shadows and drowns all of them. Then he pretends that he got knocked out and was unconscious somewhere hidden from the main battle where Jiang Cheng finds him. They win the war, and Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan are still alive and bickering with each other, the Jiang sect is still strong, etc. etc. Wei Wuxian personally hunts down Wen Zhuliu early in the war, before he can cause any damage. Then he also kills Jin Guangshan, blames it on the Wens (does it make sense? No. does anyone care? No) and Jin Zixuan commits fully to the war. Jin Zixuan learns to appreciate Jiang Yanli during the war, and since they’re already engaged they get married soon afterwards. Jin Guangyao gets taken in as Jin Zixuan’s younger brother, and since Jin Zixuan is a decent person who doesn’t want him to commit crimes but also needs Help, it goes a lot better. Meanwhile Wei Wuxian finds the DafanWen and they move to the Xuanwu cave, which Wei Wuxian has prepared. Also the carcass of the tortoise should scare anyone away.

Wei Wuxian sticks around to see his sister get married, takes Lan Zhan on a tour of Lotus Pier, at the end of which Lan Zhan proposes. Wei Wuxian is confused but figures that Lan Wangji must like this version of him that hasn’t used resentful energy as far as Lan Wangji knows or recused the Wens as far as he knows, or done any of the things that Other Lan Zhan hated him for. The Wens ask him to adopt A-Yuan, which he does after talking about it with Lan Zhan and after they get married. So now Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are married and they have an adopted child. That part was all the fluff and fix-it, cue the angst. The date of Wei Wuxian’s death draws near, and Wei Wuxian starts getting moody and antsy, starts drinking. Yu Ziyuan yells at him, of course, and everyone else worries over him. It is during one of these blackout drunk sessions that Wei Wuxian tells Lan Wangji that he fully expects Lan Wangji to regret marrying him in the future. Lan Wangji swears up and down that he won’t, and Wei Wuxian kinda critiques himself and calls himself selfish, for marrying Lan Wangji and raising a kid when he knows it’s not going to last.

Basically Wei Wuxian starts getting skittish and disappears for periods of time to the Burial Mounds, where he acquires enough injuries that Lan Wangji suspects that someone is hurting him, which Wei Wuxian vehemently denies, but Lan Wangji is still Onto him. He goes to Jiang Yanli, who says that Wei Wuxian has been acting differently ever since he came back from the Cloud Recesses, seemed to know things that were going to happen before they did, disappears at odd times and incidents that occur when Wei Wuxian is missing, and they get Jiang Cheng, who recalls that one time Wei Wuxian woke up in the middle of the night and just bawled, and after that didn’t lose his temper on Jin Zixuan, pulled back on his most crazy antics.

Still, none of them suspect the exact day, so on that day, Wei Wuxian gets up, tells Lan Wangji he’s going to train the Jiang juniors, and then just…disappears. Night comes and Lan Wangji is already worried, according to the juniors he never showed. Yu Ziyuan accuses him of slacking, but then Lan Wangji barges in crying, holding a note. In it, Wei Wuxian doesn’t tell him about the time travel, but says that Wei Wuxian is going forever, and Lan Wangji will understand why tomorrow. He understands that it’s too much to wish for that Lan Wangji won’t hate him, after how selfish he’s been and what a terrible person he’s been, marrying Lan Wangji and pretending it can last, but he hopes Lan Wangji can still look back and remember him fondly in the future. He apologizes again and tells Lan Wangji again that he didn’t mean to tarnish Lan Wangji’s reputation or saddle him with a child, but A-Yuan is here now and he knows Lan Wangji loves A-Yuan. He leaves a similar cryptic note for Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli, apologizing to all of them for things they don’t understand.

Lan Zhan immediately begins searching for him all through the night, and then in the morning everyone blacks out and suddenly has memories of a different past couple of years, for most people starting with Wen Ruohan getting assassinated. People don’t immediately suspect the Yiling Patriarch, because they think he was simply never created in this timeline, and lives as Head Disciple Jiang and Lan Wangji’s husband, but Wei Wuxian’s family know better. They immediately rush to the Burial Mounds, and find it guarded by corpses. Inside the cave, Wei Wuxian begins conducting the ritual, also crying because he really had a happy life this time and he really really doesn’t want to go, but he can’t bear to revert to the original timeline, not when everyone is still alive here, so he continues. Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian find out about the whole yiling patriarch thing and jiang yanli is just like…i don’t care. Jin Guangshan is dead and can’t care, Jin Guangyao doesn’t have a vendetta, Jin Zixuan does what his wife says, and Jiang Yanli is alive so Jiang Cheng has no beef, plus he sees the lengths Wei Wuxian went through to save everyone. He also understands the letter now, then he and Jiang Yanli confront Lan Wangji like…do you no longer love him? Lan Wangji of course reacts poorly to this accusation and denies it. They leave A-Yuan behind and go to the Mounds with the intention of convincing Wei Wuxian that he doesn’t have to run away and they want him back.

They arrive in the cave just as Wei Wuxian is finishing with the ritual. But of course, parallels, Wei Wuxian looks up to see them standing in the entrance of the cave and thinks that they’re there to kill him, but also can see how distressed Lan Wangji looks and attempts to reassure him that he doesn’t have to kill Wei Wuxian! You know, his husband in this timeline! Because Wei Wuxian will do it himself! Wei Wuxian makes them fight some corpses while he rushes to finish the ritual, because they seem keen on stopping him (“i know you disapprove of demonic cultivation but this is the only way to save everyone”). Lan Wangji tackles him away from his ceremonial knife, and Wei Wuxian fights back (still has golden core!) they both fight desperately (“i have to do it myself Lan Zhan, otherwise I would let you do it”) over the knife. Jiang Cheng insists that there must be another solution, bc he doesn’t want Jiang Yanli to die. Then Wen Qing and Wen Ning walk into the cave, and Wen Qing like the genius she is, proposes the Alternate Solution. (What is it? Idk. just a magic solution in which Wei Wuxian doesn’t have to die). Wei Wuxian pauses in the middle of fighting Lan Wangji (“i don’t have to die?” he asks while Lan Wangji is busy shattering the knife and then he and Jiang Cheng pin him down so he can stop trying to kill himself in front of them. “Nope,” says Wen Qing, the only person with brains here). So Wei Wuxian sits on the floor of the cave, tied with deity-binding thread (Wei Wuxian: let me go Lan Wangji: not until you promise to go with wen qing’s version of the ritual Jiang Cheng: unless…do you want to leave? Wei Wuxian: no!) (What’s the solution? Maybe all of them sacrifice something important to them, maybe they just…all use their power to BS their way through a solution? Again, I don’t know).

So Lan Wangji unties Wei Wuxian and they hug and kiss and they all head back to Lotus Pier, where they eat a celebratory dinner, and reunite with A-Yuan, and Wei Wuxian celebrates the fact that he can live this happy life and not owe the world anything/need to go through the ritual.

The End!

#mdzs #the untamed #antebunny's april prompts #spring fest 2021 #fic outline #my writing

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laurenhufflepuff2 · 3 years ago

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A list of fandoms I'm in (in no particular order, will probably be updated regularly. Some fandoms are more intense and some are more casual. Depending on the fandom, I could go on and on about fandom topics for HOURS. Let's get into it!)

Harry Potter, Disney, Marvel, DC comics, Miraculous Ladybug, Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra, Star Wars, Literature, Winx Club, Nintendo, Minecraft, Little Witch Academia, Voltron, Coraline

Details:

Harry Potter- I got into Harry Potter in 7th grade and now I am the resident expert in my family and in my friend group. I read all the books, watched all the movies (notably the British version), and I've seen the Fantastic Beasts films as well. I've also read Tales of Beedle the Bard (the Warlock's Hairy Heart was traumatizing) along with the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them textbook (plus an updated edition). I also read The Cursed Child script and while I mean no hate to anyone that liked it, I hated what it did to the canon. I am in Hufflepuff with some Ravenclaw tendencies (I took the Pottermore quiz 3 times, 2 out of 3 I got Hufflepuff, the other time was Ravenclaw). I had a pottermore account and I was so upset when it got converted to the Wizarding World page. I cosplayed Hermione in 7th grade complete with British accent and even monologued as her for a talent show (classmates and teachers would recognize me as the Hermione girl all the way through high school). I was obsessed and I still love it even if J.K. Rowling has gone off the deep end on Twitter... yeah... my favorite character is Hermione but I also relate to Luna

Disney- there's so much that goes into the Disney part of my fandom list. I'm excluding Marvel and Star Wars from this part as they were originally separate entities before Disney got the rights to them. I have seen almost every animated Disney film ever and often use random movie quotes in conversation. My favorite villain is Maleficent, my favorite princess is Ariel (followed by Belle, Rapunzel, and Anna). I relate to so many of the characters. I'm not sure who my favorite Pixar character is though (I love Violet, Sadness, Dory, and Piper (from the short)). My favorite Disney fairy is Fawn. My favorite characters overall are Ariel and Stitch. Disney is definitely on the list as one of my biggest obsessions. My favorite movies are Lilo and Stitch, the Little Mermaid, Inside Out, Alice in Wonderland (original), and The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh.

Marvel- I mostly get my Marvel exposure through the MCU, other movies, and animated TV shows. I have difficulty reading graphic novels so most of my comic book knowledge comes from friends, posts, or wikis. My favorite characters are Spider-Man, Captain America, Peggy Carter, and Scarlet Witch. I also like Gwenpool, Deadpool, Spider-Gwen/ Ghost-Spider, Venom, Squirrel Girl, Daredevil, Mantis, Gamora, Black Widow, Iron Man, Thor, Loki, Bucky, Black Panther, and most MCU characters. Out of the X-men I really like Professor X, Wolverine, Mystique, Magneto, Nightcrawler, and Quicksilver (either version- MCU or Fox).

DC- this was the franchise I was more familiar with growing up but again, graphic novels aren't easy for me to read so most of my knowledge comes from information pages about the comics or from tv/movies. My earliest experience with DC came from the 60s Batman series, with Catwoman and Robin being my favorites. I also watched the Wonder Woman series from the 70s and a handful of CW shows, my favorite of which being the Flash and Arrow. I also managed to watch all 5 seasons of the Teen Titans Cartoon Network series from 2003. With that being said, my favorite characters are Wonder Woman, Catwoman, Flash, Batman, Nightwing/Robin (Dick Grayson), Green Arrow, Starfire, Raven, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Alfred. I also like most of the bat family, and when it comes to CW I LOVE Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost and Cisco.

Miraculous- this is one of my guilty fandoms but since this is Tumblr I'm not too worried about it. I love Marinette and I relate to her on an astoundingly deep level (minus the stalking and obsession with potential lovers, that's creepy). If I had a miraculous, I'd probably want the Ladybug one, but the Cat miraculous, fox miraculous, and snake miraculous are good too. My favorite character is Marinette/Ladybug.

Atla/Tlok- I jumped on the avatar bandwagon just when it was starting to get popular, so I managed to get through the series before the memes took over everything. Same with Tlok, although i couldn't completely avoid the spoilers for that when i started it. I've been wanting to get into the comics because of the short story comics I've read, they seem easier to read than superhero comics. My favorite characters are Aang, Katara, Ty Lee, Iroh, Korra, Jinora, Asami, Suki, Appa, Momo, Naga, and Pabu. I also like Sokka, Mai, Zuko, Lin, Kuvira, Varrick, Zhu Lee, and Azula. I feel really sorry for her and while I understand that a redemption arc would undermine the importance of her corruption arc, I still wish she could have one. I would love to be a waterbender or an airbender... maybe a waterbender raised in the air nation? Obviously, being the avatar itself would be awesome. The show has taught me a lot of great lessons and put a lot of stuff into perspective for me.

Star Wars- oh boy, talking about this one is dangerous. I've seen firsthand the horrors of the Star Wars fandom but then again no one will probably see this anyway so... I've seen all the movies and I remember watching the clone wars series with my brother when I was younger but we fell wayyy behind and it's taking us forever to get back into it. I've also seen the Mandalorian and quite enjoyed it. I like the prequels unironically, in fact, the prequels are some of my favorite movies. I especially like how they switched from lightsabers being heavy weapons to light weapons that can be used for all kinds of tricks that make for epic battles like the ones we see in Revenge of the Sith. The sequels were fun to watch but when I would analyze them along side their predecessors, I came to the conclusion that, for me, they were good to watch but did not do anything good for the rest of the franchise. My favorite characters are prequels/clone wars Obi Wan and Anakin, Padme, Ashoka, Leia, R2D2, BB-8, R4-P17, the Mandalorian (Din Djarin), and Grogu. If I had a lightsaber I'd want it to be blue, but when I was little I got a purple one like Mace Windu because it was closer to pink and I was into pink at the time. I still have that lightsaber and none of my friends have a purple one so it's one of my flexes. I feel like I wouldn't make a good jedi because of attachments being forbidden, so I'd probably become a grey jedi.

Literature- this is a broad term I use to cover all the random books and stories I liked reading and have studied. So we have Shakespeare (Macbeth, Much Ado About Nothing, Romeo and Juliet), The Great Gatsby (bored while reading, loved to analyze), Grendel (HATED reading, loved to analyze, Grendel really needed a hug and a friend), The Crucible, Fahrenheit 451, Dark Life (+ the sequel Riptide, both are by Kat Falls good reads, sci-fi and kind of dystopian), The Once and Future King

Winx Club- I think the show is trashy but I still love watching it. I haven't been able to get through season 6 though and I hated what they did with season 8 and Fate: the Winx Saga. My favorite character is Bloom along with Stella and Flora. I prefer rai to nick. My favorite transformations are magic winx, enchantix, and harmonix. My favorite member of the Trix is Icy followed by Darcy. My favorite Pixies are Chatta and Lockette.

Nintendo- mainly Pokémon above all else, followed by Animal Crossing. I have also played (mostly as player 2 or just never beat or watched my brother play) mario games, legend of zelda, pikmin, and kirby. Games I haven't played but I just liked the characters/the lore and probably learned about through Super Smash Bros. are Fire Emblem (Lucina mostly), Metroid (Samus and baby metroid), and Kid Icarus. Pokémon is where I'm most knowledgeable but you'll most likely beat me in battle. I am however great at MarioKart and I always destroy my friends at it. Terrible at fighting games though.

Minecraft- I like playing this casually. Sure, I'll play for hours and hours on end for months, but I prefer to stay exclusively in peaceful when playing Survival mode and I don't make anything too ambitious in Creative mode. I like to write, so sometimes I'll make a rough layout of the settings of my stories in different worlds. I prefer interior design and decorating when building, and when in survival mode I focus more on mining and gathering while my brother works on ambitious building projects. I just bring him the raw materials and furnish the interior when he finishes the outside.

Little Witch Academia- this takes up a smaller portion of my fandom list because there were only 2 seasons and a couple movies and I watched the whole series years ago, but I still enjoy it. At one point I wanted to cosplay Akko, and I loved the nod at Twilight through the Nightfall series. And I especially liked the twist that Shiny Chariot was Ursula, which I suspected for some time. The blend between magic and technology was fun to see, but I was so sad that the series ended RIGHT when Akko finally showed signs of magic proficiency. Also, Shiny Chariot being the reason Akko couldn't do magic was heartbreaking.

Voltron- this takes up a much smaller portion of my fandom list mainly because I haven't even finished it. I know hardly anything about Transformers aside from the Bumblebee movie so to me I just watch it for fun. It reminds me of power rangers, star wars, and star trek, and then there's just a transformer insert. But I don't know anything about Transformers so maybe the show is more rooted in canon than I think.

Coraline- I am in a love-hate relationship with Coraline. I have watched the movie several times, I've read the book, I've watched hours of theories and analyses on youtube, I've watched behind the scenes videos by Laika, and I even wrote a script for a fan film parody. I am amazed at how original the story is and how impressive the stop motion animation is but I also have recurring nightmares from it and it scares me/creeps me out to the max. If anyone asks what my scariness limit is, it's definitely Coraline.

#fandoms #about me #harry potter #disney #dc #marvel #avatar the last airbender #the legend of korra #star wars #miraculous ladybug #literature #winx club #nintendo #minecraft #pokémon #little witch academia #voltron #coraline

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loki-hargreeves · 5 years ago

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Loki x Reader - You flower, you feast {SMUT} [PART 1]

WARNING: THIS IS DUB-CON! 18+!!! Public sex/fingering, possessive/controlling Loki, angst, choking, spanking, breeding kink, overstimulation, oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), just overall filthy dark Loki. Word Count: 7,5K Summary: After Loki was returned to Asgard from New York, everyone noticed he had changed. His wife Y/N could hardly recognize him. Loki’s cold and harsh behaviour makes her upset and she talks about their problems with Lady Sif - which Loki heard. Humiliated and scared of losing Y/N, he decides to do what’s right and what would keep her by his side. After all, a baby was a strong tie…

Third POV

After Thor had been to Midgard and brought Loki back home, everyone noticed it: he was different. Loki used to be well-spoken, reserved and quiet. He didn’t dear speak his mind in front of the all-father. Loki was often seen in the library reading or in the beautiful, flowery gardens in the afternoon with a cup of tea.

Y/N expected Loki to be different, sure, but not another person. The Loki that returned from Midgard was sinister. He had only smirked when he saw Y/N after the first time in over two years. He had been led by guards in handcuffs to face Odin for his crimes. Frigga and Y/N had been waiting for him, hoping to have a moment with the prisoner, but their hopes were smashed.

After waiting for what felt like forever, Odin made up his mind: Loki was not going to be imprisoned. Instead, he was going to stay on Asgard for good and he was forced to help rebuild the Bifrost. It was a miracle, really. Y/N was relieved to hear she could finally be reunited with the love of her life. She had taken a long bath to scrub her body and hair clean, put on her prettiest dress - in emerald green, for him - and bitten her teeth together to stay strong. Honestly, seeing Loki like that made her want to cry, but she refused to let her tears roll down her face now.

Waiting in their chambers was torture. It felt like hours until Loki finally arrived. He didn’t knock on the door, he simply walked in and slammed the door behind him. At least, he caught her attention.

“Loki,” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper. Now in private, she let her emotions get the best of her. Silently, a tear rolled down her face as she looked at her husband. How skinny he had gotten, she thought. He looked broken.

Loki faced her coldly. He didn’t know why, really. She had always been by his side, supported him even during his worst. But he was scared of showing his emotions to her. She was the only one who could dig deep into his heart if he opened it. Y/N was the only one who was able to make him feel so comfortable and vulnerable at the same time so he’d reveal his secrets. She’d make him relive the hell Thanos had put him through and Loki didn’t want that. Not for one bit. So he shut himself out from her. Instead of falling on his knees and crumbling before her eyes, Loki simply smiled. It made shivers run down Y/N’s spine.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She wondered, almost confused by his cold behaviour.

“What do you want me to say, dear, hmm? That I’m happy to be home? Can I even call this home?” Loki snapped at her. His anger surprised both of them. He knew his suppressed feelings caused this.

Y/N seemed shocked.”You’ve been gone, Loki! I thought you were dead. What the hell happened?” She sobbed. Her pain was obvious in her voice. It was clear that she had missed him and yes, Loki missed her too, but it was different.

He rolled his eyes. He would never tell a soul about the past two years. The past was too painful - for everyone. “I’m sure that’s a marvellous conversation for another time.”

She couldn’t believe this to be real. What happened to Loki? What happened to the sweet yet mischievous god she fell in love with? Somehow, her heart still missed him. The Loki she was facing now was hardly the shell of the person he was before. Nevertheless, she longed to feel him around her. His touch was what her heart desired. God, she had missed him.

Silently, Y/N closed the distance between them as she wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face against his chest, hiding the fact she was crying. Loki closed his arms around her and sighed. This was going to be difficult. “I missed you, s-so much,” she whispered to him. Some part of Loki’s heart yearned for her, truly and deeply, but he tried to drown that. It didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, because deep down, he cherished her and loved her more than anyone. That small piece of him wanted to sink in her arms, it wanted to spill the horrors that had happened and come clean. Loki wasn’t evil, but everyone thought he was.

So he might as well be what they wanted, yes?

Without speaking another word, Loki bent down to kiss her. She didn’t hesitate to kiss back, neither did she break the kiss as Loki grabbed her legs harshly and picked her up. The married couple soon found themselves on their large bed, which hadn’t been shared in a long time. Loki threw Y/N on the mattress and then climbed above her. He was hungry for her and to drown his feelings. He wanted to take his mind elsewhere and knew exactly how to do so. With the help of his magic, he was naked and now he wanted to unwrap her from her pretty dress.

Carelessly, Loki grabbed a handful of the expensive material and tore it off her body, causing a ripping sound to ring in their ears. On other occasions, Y/N would’ve been upset over the dress, but it didn’t matter now.

Loki was pleased once she was nude, vulnerable underneath him. He licked his lips like an animal as he took in the sight of her round breasts, her nipples that were hard from arousal and the cold air in the room. She looked slightly nervous like that, being watched by him for the first time in what felt like forever. Loki’s jade eyes travelled further down where he put his leg between hers. She was so wet.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

That night he reclaimed her, took what was his back. He didn’t waste much time on foreplay, no. He was like a beast that needed the euphoria that only she could give him. He wasn’t gentle like he used to be. Loki had been rough, pounding into her relentlessly, making her scream so surely the guards in the hallway heard.

By the time morning came, she had bruises on her thighs, hips and even on her neck. Loki had fallen asleep, but Y/N couldn’t. Sure, the sex was something she wanted too, but even that was different. Loki had been so feral. It almost scared her. Never before had she thought he’d rock her body like that. Gently, Y/N put her hand on her bruising neck and tried to think, what just happened?

Nothing about what had happened felt loving. Was that even the same man that once loved her?

After their first night together, Loki noticed that his wife was avoiding him. It didn’t matter, or so he told himself. He had shown her what he was like and if she didn’t like it, she would come around to tell him eventually.

As Loki spent his days catching up with Asgard and forcing himself into doing his royal duties, Y/N would often be with her friends or by herself in the library. It was a sunny day, birds were chirping, the wind made the flowers dance and it was lovely outside. Anyone could’ve thought it was paradise, but not for the young royal couple. Y/N was in the garden, hidden behind huge rose bushes in a spot she often spent time with Loki. Now she was with a friend, Lady Sif, and she was crying. Years of pent up heartache took a toll on her and the scary behaviour that seemed to have cursed Loki wasn’t helping.

The two women were sitting on the grass floor and Sif was rubbing Y/N’s back, trying to comfort her. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but she was angry at Y/N’s husband. Y/N was so loving and seeing her like that was beyond frustrating.

“He’s scaring me, Sif! I don’t know what happened to him, but…it just can’t be good. He won’t even talk about it,” Y/N sobbed painfully. She suspected that Loki had gone through something horrible, but not even she could comprehend how terrible it had actually been for him.

Sif had never been close to the Trickster nor did she know why Y/N loved him. Sure, before everything happened, their relationship had been beautiful. Loki treated Y/N like a true goddess, which had surprised many people. “Have you tried asking him?”

What a foolish question. Y/N pulled her lips into a thin line as she wondered whether she should be honest or not. She knew how wrong it sounded, but no one else could hear them so did it matter? “Each time I do he…he just goes wild. I don’t know if he’s trying to take my mind elsewhere, but it’s not working. He’s so rough. This sounds so stupid, but last night I was so confused honestly, I didn’t even cum. But I didn’t want to tell him, he’d be furious, I think.”

“It’s not stupid, Y/N. Clearly, he’s lost it. That doesn’t sound good at all,” Sif explained quite honestly.

Y/N didn’t even bother to say anything to defend Loki. Maybe she too believed he had lost it?

Little did the two of them know a third pair of ears were nearby. Loki had been released from his duties earlier and for once, he was searching for his wife. He thought it would’ve been nice to fetch her for dinner. Perhaps they could’ve talked about what had happened on Asgard when he was gone.

That’s when he heard she was crying. To make matters worse, he heard she was talking with Sif. Loki knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop, but what would stop him?

“I just miss him, it hurts,” another sob of hers made Loki clench his teeth together. He watched them from a safe distance and noticed how Sif hugged her now. “I c-can’t do this much longer. What if he never really comes back?!”

“Worst case scenario, you can always live with me. You know that.” Sif suggested so casually, as if she would ever do that. It made Loki’s blood boil. She couldn’t seriously be considering it?

Loki never interrupted their conversation, no. He fled from the garden and shut himself in their chambers. He was so angry at Y/N and Sif, but also at himself. He couldn’t lose her, but it was funny for he was acting like an idiot. His thoughts got the best of him and he grabbed a chair and out of anger Loki smashed it against the wall, making the chair break into pieces. He watched the wooden chunks scatter on the floor. It didn’t make him feel better, not really.

Loki knew he couldn’t live if he lost her. There was only one way to ensure she’d stay. And she had dared reveal to others she faked an orgasm. It was humiliating. He’d make her regret that, one way or another.

Once evening arrived, Loki was in the library. He had a plan, now he had to make sure he’d follow through. He knew Y/N would walk in any minute now. So he sat down on a green sofa with a book in his hand he wasn’t really reading. His mind was elsewhere. As suspected, he heard Y/N’s footsteps nearing him. They stopped once she saw Loki there.

“Well hello, my petal,” Loki smirked and tore his eyes off the book to look at her. She had fixed her makeup to look less like she had been crying her eyes off earlier. In fact, she had changed her clothes and somehow she even looked brighter.

The pet name made her relax her shoulders. She told herself there was no reason to be so tense, she was with her husband. “Hey,” was all she said, followed by a small smile.

Loki sat up straight and put his hand of the sofa, inviting her to sit with him. She didn’t hesitate at all when she did so, sitting next to Loki. Little did she know what he had in mind for later. For the first time since he arrived back home, Loki pulled her legs on top of his and closed his arms around her, giving her a proper hug.

It surprised Y/N so much that she froze for a moment. His familiar scent relaxed her furthermore and suddenly she clung onto him, holding him like she was afraid letting go would hurt. Being so close like that felt nice. Y/N was smiling from ear to ear with her face nuzzled in the crook of Loki’s neck. She couldn’t see his expression, but it would’ve scared her if she could’ve. Loki was smiling, but there was darkness in his eyes. Now he was sure of it, she would be a great mother.

For now, Loki let her have that sweet moment. His plans would suit the night better anyway. Besides, she was in for a long night.

Before the castle would calm down for the night, they had tea and something sweet and salty to nibble on together. Odin and Frigga talked together, but it was tense between them. Thor had asked Sif to join the family around the table. On the other end was Loki and Y/N.

To say the tension was heavy was an understatement. Sif kept eyeing the couple every once in a while. It was almost strange how close they were now. A few hours earlier, Y/N had been crying and now she was laughing at Loki’s jokes. She even leaned closer to him and gave him that loving gaze. Sif nearly asked her about it, but knew better.

“Oh and a few moons ago, Nyla and Juvan had their second child!” Y/N remembered another piece of news Loki had missed out on. They were some of their friends.

Loki gave her his sweetest smile, “that’s wonderful, isn’t it?” His voice was full of honey. Before Y/N could answer, she felt his hand on her thigh. For a moment, she lost her breath. What was he doing? “Children really connect people.”

Y/N struggled to keep a straight face when Loki’s skilful hand brushed against her inner thigh. Her skin still had love bites from earlier, so she was sensitive to touch. Now that his cool fingers brushed against her skin, it almost felt good. “So, anyway…the tea is amazing,” she cleared her throat awkwardly and grabbed her hot cup. As she took a sip of the drink, she gave Loki a questioning look. He seemed fully aware of what he was doing.

“You should try the lemon buns, darling,” Frigga heard Y/N’s compliments about the tea. The two of them had gotten along well, which was good, but right now Y/N did not want to look her in the eye.

“I will,” Y/N nodded politely and decided to stare into her cup. Loki leaned closer to her and forced his hand closer to her heat. Finally, Loki reached her lace underwear and he pressed his thumb against her clit, making her flinch.

Sif and Thor both noticed something was off and they looked at her with worry in their eyes. “Are you alright, lady Y/N?” Thor asked innocently.

Damn it! Y/N wanted to turn into thin air at that moment. “I’m well, Thor. Just a bit…tired,” she lied as smoothly as she could. Loki slid his fingers past her underwear and slowly rubbed circles on her clit. He was so devilish with her, giving her attention where she needed it the most but at the worst place.

“If you say so,” Thor gave up. Just like that.

Shame washed over Y/N. She hated that she wasn’t pushing him away. It was inappropriate as hell, but she liked it in some way. She was so desperate for pleasure that she couldn’t fight it when Loki began to rub her little button. It was almost too hard to keep quiet. To hide her quickening breaths, Y/N continued to drink her tea.

Slowly, she spread her legs a little bit more, giving Loki better access. Suddenly, Loki ran his fingers up and down her slit, feeling just how wet she was. It wasn’t hard to push his finger inside her, nearly making her choke on her tea. Loki didn’t stop, he pushed his long finger deeper insider her as his thumb stayed on her clit. Loki went in to whisper to her, “If you’ll be a good girl, you’ll get to cum so many times that by the time I’m done with you, you’ve lost count.”

God, the words went right to her core. Y/N couldn’t wrap her mind around what was happening, but it felt so good. It was a miracle no one noticed. The fact alone that they were in public made her heart race. One wrong move and they would be caught. Another finger pushed inside her, spreading her soft walls just the way she liked it. Despite being gone, Loki remembered every little secret of her body. He could torture her with a single touch if he wanted.

Sif glanced at Y/N who was more than just flustered for some reason. She was squeezing her teacup hard, which made Sif wonder what was really going on. “Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? You look a bit feverish.”

Why did Sif have to speak to her now? Y/N gulped once and did her best to ignore what was going on between her legs, with little success. “I’m good, Sif. I’m sure..Uhm, that- I’m sure a little rest is all that’s needed.” Embarrassment made Y/N’s cheeks warm up. She couldn’t believe she was lying to her friend while Loki was fingering her right underneath the dinner table.

“Loki, why don’t you retreat your wife to your chambers? Clearly, she needs to rest,” Odin spoke up for once.

Loki turned to look at his father. The two of them clearly had problems. “Of course,” He replied sharply. With no warning, Loki pulled out his fingers which almost made Y/N whine. He wiped his fingers on her thighs while taking one last sip of his tea, using his other hand. All eyes were on them as they got up. Loki wrapped his arm lovingly around her waist and led her out of the dining hall. He noticed her legs were shaky as she walked.

Finally, they were out of sight. Y/N could feel the skin on her face burning, but it didn’t matter now. She really needed him to finish what he started. “What just happened?” Y/N thought out loud. They continued to walk through the corridors towards their chambers.

“Was it embarrassing? Humiliating even?” Loki wanted to know. The honey was gone from his words now.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, making Loki stop too. “What are you talking about?”

It was now or never. Loki pushed Y/N against the wall so suddenly that she didn’t know what was happening before she was pressed against the wall and her husband. “I heard you and Sif earlier today. I wonder if it’s easier for you to tell her about your fake orgasms or to come to me about it.”

Fear returned to Y/N’s bones as she listened to him. Where had he been? How did he hear her? Knowing that Loki had heard their conversation made her feel small. Gosh, she began to wonder what else she had said to Sif that wasn’t for his ears. “Loki, I-”

“Shut it!” Loki snarled and put his hand on her jaw, squeezing her lightly. “I heard enough. I heard her offering you a haven for when you’d leave me. Is that what you want? Do you really want to leave me, Y/N? Tell me.”

“No!” Y/N let out almost loudly. It was honest. She didn’t want to leave him, she loved him, but he was different.

“Are you so sure about that?” Loki pushed her buttons. He had been betrayed one too many times and he could not stand it if she did it too.

“I’m sure, I promise! God, Loki-” Y/N cried out and took a deep breath. It felt like her mind was racing in circles. “I don’t want to leave you. We just need to talk, okay?”

Loki wanted to roll his eyes. It always began with ‘just a talk’. He kept quiet as he loosened his grip on her jaw and let his hand wrap around her throat, squeezing just enough so she could feel the pressure. “Oh, we’ll talk.” That was a promise. Right now, he felt his blood flowing between his legs and his leather pants were becoming awfully tight. He couldn’t wait to sink into her and take her again and again and again. He’d make her a mess tonight, whether she liked it or not.

Forcefully, Loki closed his lips on hers which she seemed to like. Y/N moaned into the kiss and seemed happy when Loki pushed his tongue through her rosy lips, showing her that she was his. The kiss was rough, dominant almost. Loki didn’t let go of her neck as he devoured her lips. As they parted, he took her bottom lip between his teeth before releasing, leaving her wanting more.

The look in her eyes made him feel powerful. He could see lust mixed with fear. It was definitely well-suited for what he had in store for her. He wondered how she would take it. The thought alone excited the Trickster god.

“You’re mine,” Loki stated clear as day. It was possessive, sure, but he needed to make it sink into her brain. The lust sure did its job, because Y/N simply nodded, agreeing with him. She knew just as well as him that even if she wanted to leave, she couldn’t. She loved him and that would never change. “Say it,” Loki demanded. He needed to hear it.

“I’m yours,” Y/N said it out loud. She was so pretty like that, with his hand around her throat and those words leaving her plump lips.

“Remember that when I’m making you cum tonight,” Loki snarled almost angrily. Before she could answer, he let go of her neck. A guard turned to walk through that corridor, which pissed Loki off. Why was it always someone interrupting him? He just grabbed Y/N’s waist again and continued to walk towards their chambers in silence. They reached the door and Loki rushed them inside.

Suddenly, it was eerie quiet around them.

Y/N wanted him so bad, but she was also shaken. Loki had been rough the past few nights. What would he do now after he heard her? Would he punish her? Although the thought was scary, it also made her tremble in anticipation. She really needed some tension to ease the fire in her loins.

She stood on the middle of the floor, Loki was behind her. He circled her slowly, making her more nervous and needy. Then he stopped behind her. “Get naked, now,” Loki ordered and then proceeded to sit on the bed.

His eyes never left her body as she stood there, hands fiddling with the satin of her dress. Loki had seen her naked many times before, but somehow this time it felt different. Y/N had never felt this exposed as she slowly undid the ties on her dress and let it fall down. The material dragged along her shoulders and rested around her waist before she let it fall on the floor. The dress cascaded around her feet and then she stepped forward, kicking the dress further away from her.

God, Loki felt himself harden as he watched her. She looked so innocent, so pure - despite being covered in proof of their sins. By the time she unhooked her emerald green bra, revealing her soft breasts, Loki had to palm himself. He loved the look on her face as he touched himself while watching her. Oh, she was so innocent after all these years. He couldn’t wait to fill her up, make her scream things no one else ever could make her.

“Come here,” Loki invited her to come closer. She was only in her underwear now. Y/N closed the distance between them as she stood by the edge of the bed, between Loki’s spread legs. “You’re so beautiful, a goddess,” Loki purred, praising her although she didn’t deserve it after running her mouth. A flustered look decorated her face shyly as he spoke. Suddenly, Loki put his hands on her sides, running them down slowly. It made goosebumps rise on her skin and her nipples harden. “You’re so obedient. You must be really desperate to cum, am I right? I can smell it,” Loki told her darkly, making her look down, ashamed.

“I am, I need you, Loki,” She admitted to him. By now, her legs were trembling from anticipation. It must’ve been a shame to be touched earlier without release.

Loki hooked his fingers underneath the material of her underwear and tugged them down, slowly, just to make her wait for it a little longer. “Trust me, you will get what you want,” he assured her. Finally, she was naked. He was fully clothed, which someone would’ve considered unfair. “But you need to use your words. Clearly, that shouldn’t be a problem. Now tell me, what do you want?”

She gulped, as if her throat was dry. “I want you.”

Loki sighed deeply, “be specific, won’t you? Do you want my fingers? My mouth? My cock? I need to know.” As he spoke, he pulled her on his lap, making her straddle him. Her wetness brushed against his thigh and it made her stiffen. It gave Loki an idea. “How about you show me how much you want me and then I’ll let you choose?”

By now, Y/N was sure Loki could hear her heartbeat. It felt like it was hammering against her chest, like a wild animal trying to escape a cage. Although she really wanted to feel his mouth on her, she could wait. Something made her desperate to show him just that, how much she wanted him. Gods, she wasn’t sure if her actions could even speak loud enough. No orders were needed as she sat down on Loki’s thigh and pressed her clit against his pants, getting that tiny bit of friction she yearned. Loki’s eyes darkened as he watched his wife get off on his thigh. He barely had to do anything and she was already a mess.

He wondered if she knew how hard it made him.

Loki couldn’t help himself. He cupped his hard cock and touched himself while Y/N rode his thigh. He wanted to grab her, push her into the mattress and sink into her already, but he knew tonight was special. They needed to take time. After all, he was going to fill her up with his seed and make her flower from inside.

Whimpers left Y/N’s lips as she began to rock her hips faster. By now, Loki’s pants were dirty, but they didn’t care. In fact, Loki bounced his leg up and down, making her moan as his thigh hit her clit just the way she needed. “Loki!” His name left her mouth and it was beautiful, just what he wanted to hear.

“That’s right, darling. Are you going to cum on my thigh?” Loki wondered, hoping to encourage her to orgasm.

She picked up her pace and it was evident she needed release more than water. Loki even grabbed her hips to guide her movements, which she clearly liked. Y/N rested her head against Loki’s shoulder as moans overflowed from her mouth. The friction of her naked body against his clothed one was amazing. Sure, it wasn’t as good as his mouth or fingers, it still felt great. The pleasure coiled in her stomach and finally, she let loose. Her orgasm approached her wildly and it made her collapse against Loki. Her clit pulsed against his thigh, which Loki could feel.

“That’s right, my petal. That’s just the first one,” Loki reminded her. She was panting against him and the thought of another orgasm made her moan.

He had not forgotten about earlier though. The anger from before returned to Loki and he was determined to make her sorry for what she had told Sif. As she was still limp on his lap, Loki grabbed her hair and pulled her head down, forcing her to lay flat on his lap, her ass pointing up to the ceiling. “What are you doing?” She sounded petrified, yet intrigued at the same time.

Loki hand traced the curve of her ass gently. “As much as I’d like to make you blossom in pleasure tonight, I cannot forget to punish you. You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N. I don’t like that,” He revealed darkly, making her skin feel ice cold. Loki could almost hear her heartbeat.

Before Y/N could say another word, Loki spanked her hard. She yelped out in surprise and her body tensed as pain spread on her sore skin. “Are you sorry?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Loki!” Y/N apologized quickly. It was evident she didn’t see this coming.

SPANK!

A cry left her pretty mouth again as Loki’s hand made contact with her round ass again. It stung like hell, but in a sick way, it also felt good. It played with Y/N’s mind and she failed to hold back a tear. Why did he like it when it hurt so much?! Loki had never done this before. “L-Loki…”

SLAM!

This time, Loki made her scream. Her body tried to jerk off his lap, but his grip on her was tight. He needed to make her understand that her behaviour was unacceptable. “Are you really sorry?” Loki wondered. He knew she was sorry, but this was fun.

“I’m so sorry, I promise,” Y/N whimpered weakly, but she sounded genuine. It’s not like she could lie to the god of lies either.

“Good girl,” was all Loki said before giving her the last few spanks, whacking her cheeks hard, but god did it make her wet.

WHACK! SPANK! SMACK!

Once Loki was done, she was crying. He decided to soothe her pain by rubbing his cold hand on the burning skin. “I know it’s harsh, it is a punishment. I didn’t expect you to be so turned on by it. Does my girl like pain?” Loki asked her with a dirty smirk. He let go of her hair and her head fell down, almost like she was ashamed. She didn’t answer him as she cried. Instead, she pushed herself up and sat on his lap more comfortably. Loki let her hug him and he even held her, letting her calm down before he’d make her euphoric. “It’s alright. It’s over now.”

“I really am sorry, Loki,” Y/N whispered to him after a while. Her cries had stopped and Loki’s cold comfort made her feel better. Besides, the lust in her drove her mad. She couldn’t be angry when she needed him to make her feel good.

“I know,” Loki looked her in the eye and smiled. Just like that, it was forgotten about. She already seemed better.

Carefully, Loki picked her up only to place her on the bed as he got up. Magically, he rid himself of his clothes, which he was happy to do. Y/N looked at him with a small smile as he crawled back into bed. His cock was hard, leaking with pre-cum as it touched his stomach. His tip was almost red. He needed her just as much as she needed him. Oh, was she in for a surprise.

Loki stopped by the end of the bed and he grabbed her ankles, pulling her body closer to his face. Before he’d sink into her warm hole, he had to taste her. He could almost feel the water on his tongue by the mere thought of it. “You’re so wet, darling. Never would’ve thought a round of spanking would do this to you,” Loki teased her a little bit.

A warmth spread across her face by his words. “Please, Loki…”

Loki kissed her inner thigh a few times, tracing her bruised skin with his lips. She was so sensitive. Even his lips made her jumpy, like a virgin. He remembered the first time he had her. He was her first and he would be her last. Finally, he was in for a feast. Loki wrapped his arms around her legs securely and then he licked a stripe up her slit, tasting her arousal that was already dripping on the clean sheets. Her body turned to jello by just that. Loki loved the power he had over her.

He dragged his tongue over her clit a few times, fast, before closing his lips around the bundle of nerves. His actions made her moan loudly which only encouraged Loki to continue. As his mouth worked its magic on her clit, he reached for her breasts with his hands. He gave them a squeeze while nibbling on her clit, doing it on purpose to summon those beautiful noises from her mouth.

“Oh god, Loki! It feels so good!” Y/N whimpered in ecstasy, loving every moment of it.

His fingers twirled around her delicate nipples, pinching them slightly before he’d massage her soft breasts, creating a pleasureful contrast. Y/N let go of the sheets and instead tangled her fingers into Loki’s hair, needing something to hold onto. Loki’s skilful tongue dipped through her entrance and into her wetness, spreading her folds. It sunk deeper inside, deeper than any mortal’s tongue ever would. See, Loki had his magic. He was known as the silver-tongued one for good reasons. His tongue brushed against her tender walls before he pulled it out to return to her clit again. He repeated the same action several times, making her wiggle impatiently.

“Loki! I’m so close, can I cum? I promise I’ll be good,” Y/N was so close. She wanted to cum all over his mouth already.

His lips closed around her clit and then he spoke, “cum for me, love.” His voice made her clit tremble and that combined with everything else he was doing was exactly what she needed to cum again. Her legs wrapped around him tighter as her second orgasm ripped through her shaking body, this time much harder than the first time. Loki lapped her slit, collecting every drop of her sweetness as she came, making her cry out in pleasure and agony. He knew just how sensitive she was now, but it wasn’t going to stop him.

“L-Loki! Ah! I can’t-” She panted tiredly as his tongue kept circling on her pulsing clit.

A laugh left Loki’s lips, “I know you can do it. Trust me,” and he kept going, holding onto her harder so she wouldn’t squirm away from his touch. He let go of her breasts and now used his other hand to aid his tongue. Loki pushed two of his long fingers inside her, making her scream in pleasure. Although a moment earlier her body tried to squirm away, she was now bucking against his face, chasing yet another orgasm. Loki sucked on her clit as his fingers stretched her walls beautifully. It didn’t take long until she was pushed over the edge.

“Lokiii!” Was all she could say as the orgasm hit her. For a moment, she saw white as the pleasure cradled her body. Loki pulled out his fingers and decided to abandon her over-sensitive clit - for now.

He looked at her as she rested on the bed, trying to catch her breath. She looked so beautiful, so fruitful. He couldn’t wait to fill her up with everything he had and make her belly swell. Gosh, just the thought made him ready to fuck her into oblivion. He was grateful for his godly self-control right now. “You should see yourself,” Loki growled to her with his raspy voice. She was so shaken by her orgasm that she could barely look him in the eye. “Sprawled on the bed like this, I could take you just like that.”

His words alone were enough to make her squirm a little bit. Y/N squeezed her legs together and hummed to his words. She was really knocked out of it.

“But first, let’s put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use, shall we?” Loki suggested. His cock was almost in pain at this point. He needed her so bad, he could hardly wait.

She seemed happy about the idea for she got on her knees on the bed. “Anything for you, my love,” Y/N purred happily. She was definitely in a high. Loki didn’t mind it when she straddled his lap and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. Then she pushed him down on his back and lowered herself so she could bend down to taste his cock. By now, she had forgotten about the past few nights. This one was amazing and she felt they were both taken by pleasure.

Her tongue licked his slit, tasting his pre-cum. Loki looked at her every move and he had to admit she was good. Her hand closed around his shaft and her sweet tongue dragged along his tip. Loki let out a low moan as Y/N took his tip into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it, just the way he liked it.

Loki tangled his fingers into her hair which she didn’t mind at all. He watched her intensely as she took more of him in her throat, making sure to hollow her cheeks as she worked him. “You’re so pretty like that, with my cock in your mouth,” Loki praised her in the dirtiest way possible. She seemed to like it as she began to bob her head up and down his length, taking as much of him as she could. But Loki was a god, a frost giant, he was huge. What she couldn’t fit she made sure to please with her hand that worked beautifully in sync with her warm mouth.

It didn’t take too long until Loki felt his cock twitch in her throat. Oh, how tempting it would’ve been to cum inside her mouth, but he had to resist it. He didn’t want to waste a single drop of his seed tonight. Before Y/N could bring him to his breaking point, he dragged her head away. “Not yet,” Loki shook his head.

His orgasm denial confused her. He always came when she used her mouth. He was a god, he could cum several times. Did she do something wrong? “Is everything okay?” She wondered.

It made Loki chuckle, “it’s more than okay.”

She sat up on the bed and let him get up too. It all went so smoothly when Loki pulled her body closer to his. Y/N giggled innocently as her legs straddled him and she hovered above his length. She really had no clue what Loki had planned. Now he’d tell her. He put his big hands on her hips and pulled her down his length, watching in awe as his cock sunk into her wetness. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pure pleasure as Loki’s great length stretched her walls. “You feel so good,” Y/N moaned quietly.

Loki held onto her tightly and flipped them over fast so she was underneath him. The sudden change made her squeal in surprise and she was quick to hold onto him. Once he was above her, he grabbed her hands tightly and began to thrust into her, at a slower pace at first. “You’re going to look so beautiful, so swell, so big,” Loki growled to her, revealing what had been on the back of his mind.

Y/N tensed suddenly, letting his words sink in. They took her by surprise. “What?”

It didn’t stop Loki. He had been close once before, he could reach that high fast. “I’m going to fill you up to the brim. I’ll fuck you and fill you as many times as it takes. My seed will flower in you,” Loki convinced her darkly. His hips rocked with hers, which made both of them feel so good.

The pleasure clouded Y/N’s mind. She wasn’t expecting this, but she was also in ecstasy. She didn’t want him to stop. In fact, it didn’t sound too bad. It’s not like she hadn’t been jealous of her friends when they revealed their pregnancy. Yeah, she knew it wasn’t a problem. The problem that had her worried was Loki. The way he had been behaving recently had scared her, even terrified her for a moment. Could he change?

“Stop overthinking, dear, I’m here,” Loki snapped her out of her thoughts. Her eyes were wide open as she now looked at her husband. Moans slipped through her mouth as he pounded into her, his pelvis hitting her clit with each thrust deliciously. Y/N dug her nails into Loki’s back which he responded to by biting into the skin on her neck. It hurt, but it felt euphoric mixed with the pleasure.

Finally, Loki reached his high. He cursed in old Norse and moaned her name in bliss as his orgasm weakened his muscles in the best way possible. He bottomed out completely as his cock twitched inside her. His load shot deep inside, coating her womb just like he wanted. Loki straightened his back and got on his knees, pulling Y/N’s body on his thighs to keep his cum deep inside her for a bit longer. Still inside her, Loki pressed his thumb on her clit and began to circle it hard and fast.

“Oh my…Loki!” Y/N was surprised by the sudden touch. Loki’s eyes never left hers as he worked her to another orgasm. This one came fast and it hit her like wind in the face. Her body squirmed around for a while before she melted on the bed and on his lap, overtaken by pleasure. That’s when Loki pulled out and he too had to catch his breath.

Y/N tried to close her legs, but Loki didn’t let her. He saw that his cum tried to leak out of her hole so he stopped it. He pushed two of his fingers into her cunt, forcing the seed back into her sensitive walls. “Loki! I’m so sensitive, I can’t..” She cried weakly, almost overwhelmed by the pleasure and now by Loki’s fingers deep inside her body.

“Oh yes, you can, love. We’re only getting started,” Loki reminded her with dark undertones. His voice sent shivers down her back. Then she remembered what he had whispered into her ear earlier, “If you’ll be a good girl, you’ll get to cum so many times that by the time I’m done with you, you’ve lost count.” He was definitely keeping up with his words.

Before she could protest, Loki bent down to kiss her which she couldn’t resist. Their lips merged together into a fiery kiss with a mix of emotions. Y/N truly hoped that she was kissing the same Loki she had married.

The kiss broke and Loki noticed a tear running down her face, which he was quick to wipe away. “Don’t you cry, you’ll be just fine. You’ll always have me.”

Suddenly it felt obvious. A child would tie them together forever, perhaps stronger than marriage. Not that Y/N truly wanted to leave him, but this worried her. How much did Loki doubt himself if he had to knock her up to feel safe?

The pleasure and pain were tearing Y/N’s mind apart. All she wanted was a happy family with him. And god, the pleasure he was giving her was incredible. She couldn’t resist it.

“And you’ll always have me, Loki,” She answered him. Whether she liked it or not, it was true.

After a long night or pleasure, pain and mixed feelings, they were finally exhausted. Loki’s stamina was unbelievable and Y/N had almost felt like passing out at some point, but it had also felt so good that even she didn’t want to stop. Eventually, the sheets were messy and she felt full in a different way. They both knew it would be just strange if this night had failed to impregnate her.

Loki had calmed down from his pleasure high and he had walked into the bathroom to prepare a bath for the two of them. He figured she needed it. She’d be sore the entire day and people would start asking questions.

Once the bath was ready, he helped her tired body into it and they sunk into the water together. Y/N was on top of Loki’s body as he gently rinsed her body, starting with her thighs. Loki reached her stomach, on which he laid his palm flat on. He didn’t have to say anything to reveal what he was thinking about. Y/N cracked a tired, perhaps a melancholic smile as she put her hand above his. She thought about it too.

She’d flower, she’d feast.

[PART 2]

Author’ Note: It’s odd that I always write smut after 3am. You can probably tell. I hope you liked it because I feel like I’ll go to hell for this. In a way, it’s worth it. I’ve wanted to write a darker Loki fic for a while. It’s not really that dark, I think.

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that-yandere-life · 6 years ago

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Hey! First time asking anything of a fan fiction writer, but are you able to do multi yandere hcs, your choice of yanderes, with a super villain target? Please don't burn yourself out over it, I don't have a preference over time! I love your writing a lot, take as much time as you need

Peter Parker-

It took him awhile to figure out that you were actually his arch nemesis as you wore a mask over your face.

That explained why sometimes when he was near you his spider senses went off like crazy.

So the next time you guys got into a fight he managed to knock you out.

Peeling back the mask confirming his suspicions much to his dismay.

Since he had you already he decided to help you change your ways and become a better person.

After all who better to make you rethink your choices than the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man?

Sure he had his doubts on whether you would accept his help, but in the end he realized that over time you had no choice but to.

His love could be what gives you a change of heart, and instead of fighting him you could learn to love him in return.

Maybe it was a little delusional of him but he didn’t see it going any other way.

Locking you up in a room making sure that you couldn’t use any abilities that you had with a device Tony had built to secure prisoners in rooms.

When you woke up you immediately noticed that your mask was missing, and now you were in a pair of guys sweatpants, and a t-shirt that did not belong to you.

Peter walked into the room and started talking to you like you already knew who he was.

As you expressed your confusion he used his web shooter to drag himself up to the ceiling instantly showing off his identity.

Of course you tried to convince him to set you free but that was in vain as he had no plans to.

Explaining your reason’s for doing what you did, didn’t help either.

In return he explained how he only wanted the best for you, and that meant that you couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.

Fighting against the restraints he had placed on you only infuriated you more by the minute.

“It’s okay we can be together now.”

“I don’t even know you besides fighting you!”

Understanding your plight he tried to make you feel better, even showing you how much he cared.

Laying down next to you holding you as you attempted to struggle away.

That didn’t matter to him, he was going to hold you until you gave in whether you realized it or not.

Stroking your hair and telling you how much you meant to him over and over again attempting to sway your opinion of him.

Eventually you couldn’t help but start to listen to him, actually surprised that someone truly cared about you for once.

Giving you his life story over the course of the next few days, you opened up with your own which was a tragic tale to say the least.

How could you say no for long to this adorable brown eyed boy who only showed you love, something you had never really felt in your entire life.

Clint Barton-

[Warning: Slight Mention of Suicide]

It was when he was assigned to take you out that he fell in love with you.

Seeing how you interacted with everyone outside of your villainy he could tell you really had a good heart inside.

That you didn’t really want to hurt anyone, but you felt forced into it because it is what your parents had done.

Almost like a family business gone wrong sort of deal.

While they were proud, you hated yourself every single time you went out in your costume tormenting someone or another.

Never did you kill however, that was the one thing you couldn’t bring yourself to do in the end.

Instead you just caused mass panic and mental anguish for anyone you encountered.

Cornering you one night he had his arrow trained right at your head.

But what really surprised him was you begging him to fire and put a stop to your actions for good.

There was no way he was going to allow that to happen even though that was his original goal.

“Come with me, you don’t have to do this anymore. I can take care of you, keep you safe.”

Part of you wanted to run at him to force his hand, but the other part desperately wanted to believe his intentions were pure and real.

Nodding you dropped your weapons walking towards him with your arms in the air showing that you surrendered and were now unarmed.

Clint would take you with him to his farm that only Fury knew about, but wouldn’t suspect he was holding you there.

Contacting HQ letting them know that the job was done, he secured your freedom as a trusted member of the organization.

There he taught you how to just be a person, that you didn’t have to fight anymore.

Although he did teach you archery, which you actually got pretty good at much to his surprise.

That was when after you asked him, he began truly training you how to be a hero instead of a villain.

Someone who could help people instead of hurting them should the occasion arise.

Forever would he be by your side to keep you safe and feeling loved.

Life would never be the same for either of you.

Steven Rogers-

During a big fight between you and The Avenger’s he managed to knock your mask off with his shield.

Seeing your face he couldn’t believe how breathtaking you were despite being sweaty and panting from the heat of the battle.

That didn’t stop you from continuing to antagonize them and terrorize the civilians running from you.

Quickly he announced his plan to capture you instead of kill you over the comms making everyone think he was crazy.

However he was the Captain and therefore whatever he said went.

Dodging every attack they made upon you, it was hard to focus on everyone at once when they all rushed you.

Taking an unexpected shield to the back of the head you were knocked onto your knees harshly.

Trying to get back up you felt a foot kick you all the way down the ground face first, hitting your head on a piece of concrete you had destroyed as part of a building earlier.

Bleeding heavily you reached up and touched it wincing as you again tried to get to your feet.

Steve took that opportunity to pounce on top of you effectively pinning you to the ground.

There you felt the prick of a dart in your neck as your world started to turn black.

Waking up you felt your head throbbing almost unable to focus on your surroundings, just shocked that you were still alive.

Steve entered the room being notified by FRIDAY that you were now conscious.

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

“I didn’t want to, that’s not what we try to do here if we can avoid it.”

Calling him out on his lie having heard their change of plans with your advanced hearing.

That was when he went into a speech about how you can change, how you don’t have to do what you are doing.

When you tell him you like it, you like feeling powerful he laughs at you.

Nothing feels more powerful than when taking down someone like you.

Sitting down next to you on the cot you had been laid upon he touched your shoulder softly.

Looking into his eyes you couldn’t help but see a spark there, what it was you didn’t understand yet.

But you would, oh you would.

He never had any intentions on letting you leave, his true intentions were to make you his.

Tony Stark-

How Tony found out that you were anything other than a normal human was a little unethical.

Hacking into your communications on your cellphone he found out that you were planning something catastrophic.

Something that he needed to stop before it was too late and you became a cold blooded killer with a thirst for blood.

So he planned on taking you out for a night of fun, you were friends after all.

Now how you got it past him was unknown, he never felt anything off about you.

Plus you were friends with a real life superhero, how could you possibly think what you were planning was okay?

Slipping some sleeping medication into your wine when you went out for drinks he knew it was only a matter of time before he could keep you safe from yourself.

When you told him you were starting to feel drowsy he offered to take you home, having no real intentions of actually taking you there.

Falling asleep in his fancy sports car, he drove you to the tower having a special room connected to his own to house you in.

Laying you down on the bed, he activated the special power deactivator he had invented for Loki once upon a time but had repurposed for you.

Of course he had no idea if you had abilities or not but he wasn’t going to take the chance of you busting out of there and fighting him.

Honestly he didn’t know if he could fight you or not if it came down to it.

He had been in love with you for a long time, and he couldn’t set aside his feelings to harm you.

Upon waking up you felt yourself start to panic and bang on the huge metal door blocking your exit.

Tony entered crossing his arms over his chest, and you knew in that moment that he figured out what you were and what you were planning.

Looking down at the floor you didn’t want to face him or answer his questions.

He didn’t really give you a chance not to as he bombarded you with one after another demanding you respond.

All you could do was apologize, you knew what you had planned was wrong but you wanted his attention even if it was for a bad reason.

Unable to believe the words that came out of your mouth he made you meet his gaze by tipping your chin up.

“You’ve always had my attention, you needed only to ask.”

Sobbing you cried into his chest as he held you, reassuring you that you weren’t inherently bad you were just about to make a bad choice.

With him by your side you could work on rehabilitating, and turn your misfortune into something good.

And he was never going to leave your side again.

[Okay I went off a little and did way too much, but we all should have realized by now that I have the too extra gene hahaha! Thank you so much for your request and your compliments! I really hope that you like it, and that it was what you were wanting!

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mrs-ella-laufeyson · 5 years ago

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Wish You Were Here

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Warnings: ANGST with a sweet ending

Words: 1,800

Ahh! Another request! Thank you so much @raveenasblog I’m having so much fun doing these, and angst is my absolute FAVORITE thing to write! Thank you so much for requesting this, and I really hope you like it!

Request: Can u do loki and reader wife where she informs him of frigga's death and with the help of her magic she takes him to her mother's funeral..

How had this happened? One minute you were walking the long corridors of the palace with Frigga and Jane by your side, and the next you were hiding behind a pillar.

You watched as Loki’s mother fought, swinging, and slashing; determined to keep these creatures away from both you and Jane. Dodging their swords, and moving swiftly around them. Just when you thought she could win, they’d managed to overpower her. The sword was held tightly against her throat, and the panic in her eyes shown clear. She had been no match to their power, giving one last glance to you and Jane as she did what she had to do, and let them take her life instead of yours.

Eyes wide, breath caught in your chest, bones aching, and heart racing at a mile a minute, you began to shake before falling on your knees. Your marriage to Loki had caused her to take you under her wing where she had become a mother figure to you as well. You had no words to explain the agonizing pain that you were feeling in your core. The way your stomach lurched, and your mind failed to grasp what was happening right before you. This wasn’t real; you had to be dreaming.

Jane threw her arms around you, trying to comfort you in any way she could as she watched you thrash against her. Your screams slowly faded to a quiet sob where you remained shaking against her.

Thor came bounding into the room as lightning flashed, and mjorn went flying in the direction of his enemy. This wasn’t just anger; this was revenge. When he finally took to his mothers’ side he fell silent, holding back every emotion as he tried to stay strong. Deep down, every aching part of him wanted to fall apart like you had, but he knew his father would never approve of such an outward display of emotions.

When you finally managed to pull yourself together to the best of your ability, you knew you had to take it upon yourself to tell Loki. During his time being locked away you and Frigga had been the only ones to ever visit him, but there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he would suspect something was off.

There you were, outside the force field that was caging him in, and just looking at you he was already curious. You used your powers to allow yourself access to the cell where you stood before him.

“You wished to see me,” Loki smirked, taking your hand in his as he placed a soft kiss to your cheek. He loved the way your magic worked; all you had to do was wish for something, and it was yours.

“Loki, I’m so sorry,” you started to tear up, your glassy eyes looking up to his Emerald ones.

“What is it, pet?” He asked, concerned, and you knew, for him, you would have to hold yourself together and stay strong. It would be no use to have both of you succumb, and fall into an emotional, sobbing, mess.

“Your mother, Loki,” you said, softly, as you watched his expression start to change. Within a millisecond his eyes were twice their size, and the horror on his face made him gasp for air. “I’m so sorry, Loki, she was protecting Jane and I,” you continued, coming forward to wrap your arms around him. He pulled you into his chest, running his fingers through your hair as his mind came unglued.

If your reaction had been bad; his was its’ own hurricane. Everything around the two of you went flying while he screamed into your shoulder, holding you tighter than ever. His fingers were digging into your arms, and you knew tomorrow they would be bruised, but you didn’t care.

The furniture crashed against the forcefield, breaking into a thousand pieces as the two of you remained unharmed. He shook against you, burying his head in the crook of your neck where his breathing had quickened against your skin.

“Loki, I love you,” you said, warmly, trying to force some part of him back to reality.

“I-“ he stuttered, slowly returning to himself once again as he remembered where he was. “I love you, too.”

Your cheek pressed firmly against his chest, you took in the smell of leather, basking in the silence as some slight form of almost peace had come over you both. The two of you held each other closely to try and keep some grip on your sanity.

When your eyes caught the floor you noticed a large cut across Loki’s foot where blood had started to spill out onto the ground. In the chaos of all the furniture being flung across the room, a part of it must’ve slipped through his forcefield and split straight across his skin. He payed it no attention, focusing entirely on the two of you as he continued to hold you in his arms.

“Y/N, bring her back,” you heard him whisper into your ear as he bit back another sob. “You can wish for anything, just wish for her to be back.”

“Loki, my darling, you know it doesn’t work that way.” You reminded him, running your fingers through his raven black hair. It had become a mess, almost as much as the room that the two of you were standing in. He regretted now more than ever that his last words to her had been that she wasn’t his mother, leading him to his next request.

“Then take me with you; to her funeral. Wish for me to be there by your side where only you can see me.” Loki begged, his grasp on you growing tighter once again. It was as though he were trying to hold on to the only other thing left in the world that he had ever loved.

You knew Frigga would want her son to be there, and you decided to take it into your own hands to make that happen. “Okay,” you agreed.

All of Asgard had gathered together to mourn the loss of their queen, watching as groups of people formed around both sides of the stream. Frigga’s lifeless body rested on a small boat where she drifted on down through the water. “I wish Loki could be here to see this without anyone knowing,” you whispered to yourself, feeling a sudden warmth rush over you. It took a few moments but the space beside you started to fog together before Loki stood by your side.

The place went silent, except the people who were already brought to tears. You were standing with Thor and Jane, watching as the God of Thunder remained virtually unfazed. Loki however was already crying silently, and you did your best to hide the way you took his hand in yours. No one seemed to notice, their focus being on the funeral instead.

Loki had always been better at communicating his feelings with you, though. Thor always put his pride and ego above his true emotions in an attempt to ensure he would always be the perfect one to take on the throne. But sometimes it wasn’t about the way other people perceived you. It was about being brave enough to just let go. That was a bravery that Thor would never know.

The water was glowing brightly, reflecting the thousands of lights that everyone had been holding in remembrance of Frigga. You watched the waves dance as she continued on down stream, her body nearly gone from sight when you stole a glance at Loki again who’s features had hardened once more.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, and saw him smile at you. It was a smile that told you everything and nothing at the same time. Without words he’d managed to say that, although he was still hurt, he was happy he still had you.

An arrow had shot through the sky by one of Odin’s men, and the small boat containing her lifeless remains had been set ablaze. Soft rose petals soared through the air, caught in the wind. In your heart they were a representation of her always free spirit. Finally, the boat drifted over the edge where it seemed as though her soul had finally taken flight and made its’ way towards the God’s in the sky.

When the people of Asgard had finally started to disperse, Thor and Odin included, you had gone to look for a quiet place to talk to your husband alone. Just as you were about to turn, though, Heimdall caught your arm and stopped you in your tracks sending a chill up your spine. Your body stiffened like a board, and your breath caught in your throat. You were absolutely terrified of what he would have to say.

“Thank you,” Heimdall nodded, letting his eyes flicker towards Loki who was still beside you. “It would’ve meant a lot to Frigga to have both of her sons her, and I know she would be proud of them, as with you for granting him this wish.”

You were taken off guard, eyes still wide in shock, you mumbled something that sounded like ‘you’re welcome,’ with a soft smile. Before Loki nodded for you to follow him.

“You’re the best wife in all the nine realms,” he said, starting to tear up again. Apparently he hadn’t wanted Heimdall to see him start to cry, longing to touch you and hold you in his arms. “I love you, Y/N, and there is nothing I could ever do to repay you for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve given me chances when I don’t deserve them, and granted me wishes that will forever be cherished in my heart. What could I ever do in return?”

“Loki, you have deserved every chance that I have ever given you. The changes you’ve made recently have only made me love you more. If you feel the need to give me something then I assure you there is nothing more that I could ever want than to be the mother of your children. To tell the stories of Frigga, and let her memory live on forever.” You knew the offer was quite a lot to ask, but it had been something you’d always dreamt of having with him.

“Whatever you wish, my love,” Loki smirked, feeling a sudden warmth come over him for the first time since the news of his mother. The two of you would be alright. Together you were unstoppable; together you were one.

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lowkeyorloki · 6 years ago

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She Shall Have

a multi-chapter fic- Chapter Two

Link to Chapter one

Taglist under the “read more” link

also... i just want to say i’m so excited for where this is going. i have so many scenes and plots to put in this and i hope you’re as excited as i am. it’s a bit slow-burn but that’s how it would be irl so...

Summary: No one on Asgard, save for Thor and Odin, had the power to wield the mighty Mjolnir. That is, until you did in your tenth year. Ever since, you have been betrothed to Thor. Now that you’re finally old enough to marry and find love, you slowly realize it isn’t Thor you’re drawn to.

You were restless.

It was more annoying than anything else really- being unable to sleep, focus, or enjoy anything.

You hated to admit it, though you weren’t sure why, but your thoughts kept coming back to Loki. Even after two days, the places he had touched your waist burned as though his hands were still on you.

Although, you thought at dinner one day, his hands were cooler. Cold. You eyes landed on Loki. He really did seem to be the polar opposite of Thor- Dark hair, pale, smooth, skin, seemingly attempting to blend in as opposed to drawing all attention in the room to him. Next to you, Thor was laughing and regaling the Warriors Three with tales of his feats, which they had certainly been there for. You liked Thor, that was for sure. He was sweet and good-natured.

Deep down, you just weren’t sure if you wanted to marry him.

From across the table, Loki caught your eye. He offered you a small smile, almost a smirk. How long had you been staring at him? You looked down as you felt your cheeks turn red.

There must be something wrong with you. You had barely ever spoken with Loki. Yes, there was the time he saved you. And anytime there was a ball held, it was Loki who noticed you on the outskirts of the ball room, and entertained you with light talk.

But that was just it: Light talk. Same as everyone else in the palace, you didn’t know Loki.

But gods, you wanted to.

Loki was full-on smirking at you now. You stood up, quickly excusing yourself from your seat.

He was only one person who noticed.

You weren’t even going to try to sleep. You returned to your chambers, opting for a quick bath before going to the library. You grabbed the book you had previously been reading, then headed to your hidden spot. You were relieved to find the library empty. Not even the keeper of books was there.

You opened the book as you nestled between the cushions, drawing your knees up in a childlike manner. You were eager to lose yourself in this story. It was all too easy to picture yourself as the heroine, yet it was fantasy enough to still be escapism.

The princess in question felt guilty over being betrothed to the prince, but sneaking out to her stable boy. Distraught, she sought the counsel of her maid.

That was something you could never do. There was tension between you and Alva, at least on your side. You disliked how willing she was to dismiss your thoughts and feelings, and how she would only really speak to you about Thor. Come to think of it, Frigga was just about the only woman in the palace willing to speak to you. Jealousy, perhaps? You had tried to talk to Lady Sif a few times, but she never engaged. You suspected she thought you were weak and defenseless. How she could think that knowing you could wield Mjolnir, you weren’t sure. Either way, it was isolating. You felt as though you hadn’t talked to anyone your age since that day ten years ago.

This story has been going on forever. You thought, thumbing through the pages. You couldn’t seem to find where this short story ended and where the next one started.

“Mind if I join you?”

Your head whipped up at the sudden voice. Surprise, then elation, overtook you as you saw who it belonged to.

Loki stood in front of you, looking down at your quiet little nook. Alone, you could hear his breath, even and steady as he awaited an answer.

“Oh.” you shook your head. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit tired... Of course.” without waiting any longer, Loki ducked under the opening under the staircase and situated himself across from you. The area was small, and his feet pressed against yours.

“I like to read as well.” he said, gesturing to your novel. “What are you reading?”

“Oh, it’s nothing too interesting.” you say, looking down. You can feel Loki’s eyes on you.

“Come on.” his tone was light. “It must be, if it’s caught your attention. I’ve never known you to have anything to do with something boring.” you knit your eyebrows. Loki tilts his head barely to one side. “You’re not the only one who quietly observes.”

You aren’t sure what to say to that: Once again, you’re surprised, but this time it’s paired with hope. Loki had revealed he paid attention to you.

“So?” he quips. “What is it that you like about this book so much?” you let out a small laugh.

“Well,” you begin. “...The story starts with this girl. She’s not royal, but she becomes one.”

“So you like the similarity.” Loki finishes for you. “You can relate to her.”

“Sure.” you say. “But, half the story is her life outside the palace. I envy that. I can’t just go out to the markets, or the meeting places. To many people try to talk to me. I want to be able to just... Walk through somewhere more mundane. That’s part of why I like the library so much: It’s not as fancy as the rest of the palace.” you look at your hands. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t complain. I’m lucky I even used to know what that was like. I know you and your brother have been marveled at since you were kids.” Loki grimaces.

“No, I do. My brother, no so much. But the people of Asgard has never paid much attention to me. I’m free to do as I like, I suppose.”

Loki doesn’t sound upset, but you can’t imagine he isn’t. As much as you were unsatisfied with your life at the moment, you didn’t have to live up to anyone.

“You have to live in his shadow.” you said. Loki looks at you with an expression you can’t quite make sense of. “I understand. People don’t know me as me. They know me as Thor’s betrothed. It’s not as bad, but...” you trail off. “For what it’s worth, Loki, I think everyone is missing out if they’re overlooking you.”

“Do you, now?” Loki smirks, for at least the fourth time that day. “Thank you. I wouldn’t have thought you felt that way. But, Lady Y/N, I must say the same about you.” his eyes darken. “One of the very, very, few who can wield Mjolnir.” your stomach, for some unknown reason, sinks. “And to think, we’re squandering that away to make you a wife.”

You blink, not sure of how to respond. Loki grins.

“But nevermind that, for now. Would you like to see what I’m reading?” Loki shows you a plain, leather-bound book. “It’s the myths the humans of Midgard tell their young. It’s quite fun. Amusing. I’ll make you a deal. When you finish your book, and I finish mine, we’ll do a switch. Sound fair?”

You don’t say anything for a moment, trying to make sense of what was happening. Slowly, Loki held out his hand.

“Alright.” you say. You take his hand, feeling sparks spread from your fingertips and throughout your body. You pull your hand away almost as soon as you gave it to Loki, afraid that if you didn’t now, you would never convince yourself to let go.

“I’ll walk you back to your chambers.”

“Wake up, miss.” you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes. They adjusted, making out the form of Alva by your bedside table. “The king has called for you.”

“Oh. Alright.” you said. Alva quickly brushed your hair, and tied up the back of your corset.

“My lady.” she said, stopping when you were both halfway to the throne room. “I must talk with you.”

“Of course.” you instantly felt nervous, worried for Alva, wondering if she was alright. “Are you okay? Can I help you?”

“It’s not me.” she said. “I saw you walking with Prince Loki, and... I would just advise you not to.”

You couldn’t help but gape at your maid, completely taken aback by her words.

“I would just hate to see the rest of the family grow upset with you. Prince Loki is-”

“Seemingly very misunderstood.” you finished for her. “Tread carefully, Alva. Do not insinuate things that I am doing. I am allowed to have friends. And as for the royal family-” you took a breath in. “I am part of it. I am, for all intents and purposes, Princess of Asgard. I believe it’s time you start treating me as such.”

Alva met your gaze, proud and unwavering.

“Very well.” she said. “I’ll see you tonight.” she turned and walked away, head held high and hips swaying.

You felt yourself go hot with emotion. You felt like you had been betrayed. You and Alva had never been friends, but you weren’t enemies either.

You sighed, attempting to ease the conversation from your mind as you entered the throne room. You were somewhat surprised to see Odin, Frigga, Thor, and Loki there.

“Lady Y/N.” Odin greeted you. You bowed your head in respect. “My king.”

“Y/N, upon your birthday, we informed you that your lessons are over.” Frigga told you. “However, as Thor brought to our attention, you know little self-defense.” you glanced at Thor, who seemed to avoid eye contact with anyone.

“Normally, in a situation like this, we wouldn’t train you. However, given the nature of why you were accepted into the palace in the first place...” you felt yourself bristle, but tried to ignore Odin’s statement. You weren’t asked to live in the palace: It had been required after you had picked up Mjolnir. There was never even a choice. “...We’ve decided it would only be the best course of action. Starting tomorrow, Thor will start training you to wield knives and axes.” Odin finished. “That is all.”

You watched as the brothers started to bustle out, but your words stopped them.

“Pardon me, my king.” Odin’s one eye focused in on you. “I already know how to use those.” you can practically feel the confusion in the room. “I read a book.” you explained. “And practiced in my free time.” No one speaks, there are just three pairs of eyes on you.

“I can teach her archery.” Loki breaks the silence, striding towards you. “It’s not a big deal. Y/N’s a smart girl, I’m fairly confident she would learn fast. And, father, it’s more than ideal for a woman of her standing: better have her eradicate an enemy from far away than risk the possibility of hand-to-hand combat.” you try to catch Loki’s eye, but he stares straight ahead.

Odin strokes his beard, turning to Frigga. They say a few words under their breath, then face you again.

“Very well.” Odin tells you. “Starting tomorrow, Loki will take you for archery practice before lunch. You remember how to ride a horse, correct?”

“I... Yes, my king.” you answer.

“Good. The practice grounds are quite far. You’re dismissed.”

You try to grab Loki’s attention, but he exits the room before you can.

Begrudgingly, you begin the long wait for tomorrow before lunch.

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thenightling · 5 years ago

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Morpheus in a Masquerade (A Sandman / Lucifer fan fiction)

I finally wrote something for the Lucifer / Morpheus shippers. This is a little saccharine. I hope you like it. Though it’s not comic book accurate I borrowed the layout of Lux from the Lucifer TV series because it was just convenient for the story. Again, this could get a little sappy.

I was in a rush when I wrote this. I’ll make corrections later.

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Morpheus in a Masquerade

“I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.”

In his darkest and strangest hours, when Morpheus had thoughts he scarcely would admit to himself he wondered that perhaps Loki, Lucifer, and all the other iconoclasts of the various pantheons were right in their rebellion. They wanted to leave and so they did. There was no dramatic final exit. They didn’t dread abandoning responsibilities as he did. If only he had the bravery or selfishness and carelessness to do as they had done…but these thoughts were along the lines of words he would never dare utter, not even to himself. He was dead now, right? What did it matter? He had escaped his role in the most absolute fashion possible…

Morpheus walked along the beach of Hob’s dream in the perpetual eventide. This was, for him, his Heaven, his sanctuary. And almost every night he would walk and speak with his friend who always steadfastly refused Death’s gift. How he admire’s Hob’s fortitude. And how he, himself, liked it here. He was at peace here. Eternally residing in the dream of a friend wasn’t the worst way one could spend an existence after being an Endless. And yet sometimes he felt certain old aches, like a mortal who had lost a leg and missed it terribly.

Lux was open all night. It often was open all evening. The owner stood at the very top of the stairs. His hands rested in his pockets as he watched the dancers below. His blond hair kind of looked careless but it was the sort of careless that takes a stylist over two hours to impressively perfect. Lucifer knew how to be stylish in all things.

He smiled with pleasure at the Venetian style masquerade around him, the particular party he had orchestrated. Everyone wore a mask save for himself.

It was good to keep a sharp eye on his guests. Even here in this mortal world. One never knows what might happen on a night like this. He had been retired decades ago and it had been a considerably long time since anyone had tried to talk him into going back… Most of the gusts seemed to be enjoying themselves and the thob of the music was inviting and invigorating. It was New Year’s Eve and the masquerade was well underway when the doors flew open and the elegant, dapper, figure, dressed in crimson red, entered the room. The being was androgynous and all-together beautiful. This entity had dark hair and pale skin. They were tall by mortal standards and elegant. Lucifer recognized this gorgeous creature as Desire of The Endless. Desire was wearing expensive-looking, dark, sunglasses that Lucifer could only imagine were hiding golden-yellow eyes.

Lucifer walked up to Desire and offered his hand as if he was the prince in a fairy tall ball meeting with Cinderella. “What a pleasure seeing you here.” He said with a charming smile.

“Were you expecting me?” the Endless purred.

“No. But that doesn’t make it any less the pleasure.”

“Charming as ever, Morningstar.” Desire smiled a dazzling, perfect, toothy smile.

A slow dance had started and they were both moving gracefully in what almost resembled an old fashioned minuet. The movements of Desire were strangely awkward at first as if they hadn’t danced in a very long time. And then finally the eternally graceful endless seemed to capture the rhythm of the music in the sway of their hips and the elegant, cat-like, steps. Lucifer enjoyed his companion so much that he did not seem to care or notice that their own dance was archaic when compared to the modern dancing around them.

“Do you ever miss him?” Lucifer asked Desire with some seriousness that could be mistaken as taunting or even accusing.

“That is an odd question.” Desire said with a hint of contempt as if Lucifer’s inquiry had the potential to spoil their fun.

Lucifer shrugged. “Sometimes I do.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“But he clipped your wings!”

“Only because I asked him to! I liked his honesty. I have always appreciated honesty.”

Desire was frowning now.

Lucifer continued. “When he lied it was usually to himself but he tried to be truthful and I liked that. Sometimes it was brutal and sometimes…”

“Sometimes what?” Desire suddenly seemed curious as if the conversation was just now becoming interesting to Desire.

Lucifer spun his partner and dipped Desire. “Sometimes it was endearing.” He said, leaning close, as if to kiss Desire but stopping just shy of it. “When I asked him what I was like, do you know what he told me?”

“How should I know that?”

“Hmm… Yes. He told me, ‘You were very proud, Samael. But you were also very beautiful, and wise-- and passionate.”

“My brother said that to you?”

“He did. You know it’s funny. As soon as I asked if you missed him, you knew exactly who I was talking about. I think you do miss him…”

“Perhaps.”

“Do you regret it?” Lucifer and Desire were turning in circles on the floor and it seemed like everyone else has vanished around them.

“Regret what?”

“You know.”

“You think I killed him?” Somehow Desire sounded both offended and amused all at once as only Desire seemed likely to be able to sound. This impressed Lucifer.

“You know the answer to that.”

The dance was over. Lucifer raised Desire’s hand to his lips and kissed the back of Desire’s knuckles. Desire cast two shadows. One dark edged and sharp, the other dim and forever wavering. And the scent was of summer peaches. An excellent touch.

“Are you all right, Morningstar, you seem distracted…”

“Come up to my room,” Lucifer invited. “This whole scene is a little too public.”

“I’m not sure I-“

Lucifer smirked. Now he was certain of his growing suspicion. “Oh! What’s this? Is Desire of The Endless suddenly shy?”

“You offend me, Morningstar. Never!”

“Good. Then come.”

Lucifer took Desire’s hand and guided them up the stairs to his own private rooms. Once there Lucifer shut the door and went to his private bar to prepare them each a drink. “Do you remember the story… The reason he would never dance… Not even for his wife.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Was that your doing?” Lucifer asked.

Desire smirked behind the designer sunglasses and took the offered wine glass. “So what if it was?”

“You humiliated him, didn’t you? All those years I could never talk him into a dance, not once. Not in Hell, not in The Dreaming… And especially not on Earth. But you danced with me.”

“I am not Dream of The Endless.”

“No.” Lucifer raised his glass as if toasting this fact. “No, you’re not. And I appreciate that in your effort to deceive me you never actually lied this entire evening.“

“What makes you think I’m deceiving you?”

“Do you ever miss him?”

“You already asked me this…”

“Hmm? Oh, yes. I suppose I did. Let me rephrase that. Do you miss… being him?”

Before his guest could protest Lucifer pulled off the designer spectacles. Just as he suspected they were not hiding golden-yellow cat-like eyes at all. They were black as night with two pinpoint stars for pupils. Beautiful and familiar. Though Lucifer masked it well his heart nearly skipped a beat with delight and his theory being proven correct. The rest of the illusion faded from the red garments and groomed hair to the scent of summer preaches. Now the entity was taller and more distinctly male and no longer so androgynous as Desire of The Endless usually was. Taller and thinner. The hands were still pale and delicate though. Those were still feminine, the hands of an artisan. The hands of a sculptor. Lucifer had always liked Morpheus’ hands. “Hello Morpheus.” Morpheus said nothing at first, feeling like Rumpelstiltskin being found out in the faery tale.

Lucifer set down his drink and the sunglasses. Morpheus carefully put down his own glass of white wine. He should have noticed that the drink Lucifer had prepared for them was his own favorite white wine though he also sometimes liked dark mead even if that was hard to find now.

Lucifer stepped to former Dream Lord. “How does it feel to just be a dream, Dream?” “I am not Dream of The Endless anymore.” “No, but you are still you, Morpheus. And you-“ he pointed an accusing finger, “once said you would never dance, not even for your wife. “ “I did not dance. Desire danced with you.” “Oh, please. You were in Desire’s form. It counts.“ “It does not count.” “It counts.” Morpheus was scowling. Lucifer was enjoying this.

“Why did you come to me?” Lucifer asked. “Why now?”

“I- I wanted to tell you… you were right… “ “I was?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“I understand now why you quit. I suppose I always understood. I didn’t want to understand it… I had responsibilities.”

“And ever the drama queen, you had to do things the hard way.” “You mock me. I couldn’t leave my domain to ruin. It needed a ruler.” “Yes, yes, that’s all well and good. So what now?” “I am… mostly satisfied with my new arrangement. But I wanted to see you. I wanted to say…” “Dream… Morpheus…” Lucifer put a finger to Morpheus’ lip as he knew Morpheus had done to many in the past. “Shut up. Shut up and dance with me.” “I told you once, I don’t dance. Not even for my wife.” “You don’t dance…” Lucifer reached into his own blazer and took from a pocket a carefully folded black domino mask of soft gauzy material and lace design. “Then don’t be you anymore.” He reached behind Morpheus’ head, working the mask over his tangled, thick, dark hair. “Just like that?” “Just like that. You’re dead. You can be anyone you want. It’s not my fault you chose to be a prudish ass of a dream.”

With the grace of a panther Lucifer reached with one hand for his mobile phone, a device Morpheus still seemed to find puzzling. Lucifer pressed something and music started to play in the room. And once again Lucifer lead his partner into a Waltz.

The song that played was Sweet Morpheus by Inkubus Sukkubus. “Falling downward, your face I see. Falling downward, you can see me. In this madness I reach out for your hand Two souls in union, spiralling to the ground”

And The ex-Devil, and the dead Dream danced together where no one else could see them. And there was a silent and secret understanding between them as deep and as profound as love and maybe it was love. Who knows with creatures such as these? Maybe it was love. “I've touched your beauty, tasted your poison brew. You've held me closer than any man could do. Now, come, sweet Morpheus, there's lands we've yet to see. Unfold your comforting arms, and we'll fall endlessly.”

Hob couldn’t remember what he dreamt that night. He just knew it wasn’t his usual dream of wandering the early evening coastline with his friend. But the next night a blond, posh, pianist joined them and he was humming a song Hob had only heard maybe once before. And he knew the song would be stuck in his head that day. “How I love you, Morpheus, my soul has ached for you. You gave me comfort while life was so cruel. Your time is precious, I'll waste not what you share. Let's fall again now, as far as we would dare.”

#Lucifer #Lucifer Morningstar #Morpheus #Dream of The Endless #Desire of The Endless #The Sandman #Fan fiction #The Sandman Universe

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ju-liberty · 5 years ago

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Clint & Natasha

(Or, the deeper approach into their psyche and love)

Turns out that Endgame hit me harder than I could ever have prepared myself, and I don’t like what I have read from other perspectives about their platonic relationship very much, so I’ve decided to write my own. At this point I don’t even need to fight anyone to prove anything, what they are to one another up until now have already far exceeded any ordinary relationship in the entire cinematic history.

There are some fatal plot holes that are hardly dismissed as a writer myself but I’m going to be a good person to ignore all of them and even pretend to forgive the ridiculous five-year period that made no sense to the character development and motivation.

1. Firstly, let’s talk about Natasha’s roller-coaster emotional ride.

Natasha in the last piece of the Avenger series was, as Scarlett has said herself, ‘hardened’ by all she had lost, and simultaneously softened and vulnerable in a way we had never seen her before.

She loved so hard and so deeply that if before we didn’t dare acknowledge it, now it was pouring all over her facial expression as though she didn’t even bother to hide it anymore.

Okay, please give me a specific number of times you have seen Natasha Romanoff with a breakdown. With tears? Except for the time when she thought Nick Fury was dead. There was only one time under Wanda in AoU that she was off her game, then again we all know who was there in half a second later to look after her.

This time, though, this was different. Nobody knew how to handle her the right way, and nobody was there anymore. The perfect timing of Steve’s appearance was so precious and realistic I can’t appreciate it enough. Steve was not Clint, probably hadn’t seen Nat at her worst the way Clint did, but he was there at that precise moment to stay with her through the misery. What could be more fulfilling in a friendship? Your friend was there, burdened with his own misery and could not ease yours but he was there nonetheless. If we take a careful look at the predicament, we could see that Clint, in this case, was the very source of her distress instead of her comfort. And if you have seen the way she grieved, it’s so blindingly obvious that he was more than just a friend to her. He was family. The one that she had lost.

It wasn’t like Natasha would need Rhodey to give her the precise location of Clint Barton—we have seen the way Clint found her in the most unbelievable circumstance in their own classic way in AoU—she had always known where he was, she must have been keeping track on him, and yet she chose to stay away and pretended she didn’t see what he was doing anyway, because she believed she could not give him hope. The way she went straight to him and took his hand bravely felt like she had always known where he was in all her life and all it took was just a sparkle of hope.

And then there’s the arrow necklace, oh yes, that was fucking thrilling. We grown women do not wear jewelries to honor our siblings or close friends, and let’s not ignore the Godly timing that the necklace first made an appearance was actually right after her breakdown for Clint. Listen, if you have spotted 40+ ester eggs all over the movie, you must have known by now that there was no such thing as a coincidence in every scene, for example her ballet shoes in a corner or the sandwich that was cut diagonally. So if she wore the arrow necklace over a black t-shirt instead of a white one in a dozen of close-up shots with one of the most breaking expressions on her face, there was a reason for it. I suspect it had something to do with her breakdown and the necklace was possibly the symbol of her determination to set things right (to find her partner and to bring him back) now that they had found a way out of their failure.

That didn’t happen just once. She wore the same necklace when they went to Bruce. And what’s more terrifying? She wore it in the same room with Clint in the most comfortable atmosphere between them as though she knew that he knew and they both knew what it meant to them and were completely okay to show it. That could mean she didn’t take it off until Vormir, or not ever. Whether it really had something related to Clint or not, do interpret it in your own way, I don’t care, facts will always remain facts.

And then there’s that mind-blowing moment when Clint was back from the time-travel and she was up there in a second like their life depended on it. There was so much love radiating from her when she went all of her way out to articulate the word ‘family’ when there was not a single one of the team had dare mention before, and so much love for Clint that she didn’t bother to conceal it. Either family or friendship, her love had already gone way beyond those with a simple touch of her hand on his face and that look on her.

Just—that look.

2. And Clint Barton, the most underappreciated character in the MCU history.

One of the things Jeremy has shared about what he enjoyed the most about his character was that Clint Barton was just a normal guy. He has no super power or physical enhancement and yet he chooses to fight alongside the heroes with his partner. He is normal, and despite everything that he has been robbed from the insane story line, he as a character still has grown so much through each movie. He is human, he lost, and he grieved.

I’m not going to pretend the family didn’t exist because they did (and it was a pleasure seeing they got dusted) and their disappearance did pull a string or two on this new side of Clint and his newly introduced skill sets that I super enjoyed. There is absolutely nothing wrong with him going vigilante given his background of a master assassin and the darkness of his personality and PTSD, and the five year time skip that had been done poorly in the movie did nothing to ruin his perfect characterization.

Since a lot of articles have been talking about Thor’s stages of depression that should not be taken lightly as humor device, remember that Thor wasn’t the only one who suffered from mental disorder and please also don’t compare the kind of loss they all had to confront alright? Each person had to go through different kind of manifestation of mental illness, and for a former agent like Clint to go into hiding and killing as coping mechanism was completely acceptable. Don’t give me the morality bullshit, we are talking about fictional characters here, thank you.

Even though the five year excuse was unfair, why should we pay too much attention about it when we could have all we should have and Natasha was still the only one who could come for Clint? You can’t possibly forget the way she held out her hand and he immediately took it without hesitation like five years of distance between them never existed. That display of vulnerability and utter trust that he only showed in the presence of Natasha was pure gold. He knew she would find him as much as he knew once she did, he would be willing to come back with her.

Did he still grieve, though? Intensely. Did he want to die? More than anything else. Did he also have to live? Yes, yes, and yes.

Ever since the beginning to the end, he never stopped grieving. Have you noticed the way he wore his eyes in almost every scene? It’s a tortured look. Clint Barton had come such a long way from the first time he was introduced as a sassy, witty archer to this broken, quiet man with a constantly tortured look. And every step of this journey, Natasha was there with him.

Did he let himself heal? Also yes. In those little moments like when they sat next to one another discussing the plan to get the stones, or when the whole team were getting ready for the mission and he sneaked a glance at Natasha at the other side of the room, or in the spaceship when he initially brought up Budapest with a laughter in contrast to the first time it was mentioned by Natasha in the first Avenger movie. He was allowing himself to heal only because Natasha was there.

Clint and Natasha didn’t act that comfortably around anyone else but each other, and only with one another, they were able to heal themselves gradually.

3. Then Vormir happened. Their journey to the end.

From now on, I am talking about their love and how it was manifested through Endgame.

The parallel cinematic wasn’t just about Natasha finding and bringing Clint home in contrast to how he had made a different call in the past, it was their entire journey with little things, like the hand holding: if Natasha first took Clint’s hand to take him home at the beginning, Clint was the one who took her hand at the end of their conversation.

It was the extended bargain that had started from the first conversation between Natasha and Loki until Red Skull: the world was still on the balance and their bargain was still (forever will be) ultimately for one another.

I see hundreds, hell, thousands of wishful thinking for the Vormir scene to be more than just a forehead touch. Like, you wanted more? Was it even possible to be more? God no. Please look up infinite intensity. Romance didn’t even fit here. It was deep-rooted emotional intimacy, I would call. Like, you want to scale them down to an ordinary couple in a romantic movie who confess their undying love for each other and then kiss and make up and walk towards the horizon holding hands? Look, Disney fairy tales are always available all over the world except here - we are not sugarcoating a single fraction of a second they had here - not that way, never, okay?

What can you ask for more really? The man was fucking married and lost his family, and yet he literally spent almost every second of his scenes putting Natasha ahead of every single other people of his life including himself in all movies (and interview but we are not even talking about that, damn), exactly the way she had done for him. They were each other’s priority without a single discussion. What more could you actually imagine them to be? They didn’t just fight alongside one another. They literally fought against each other while calling each other idiot and a pain in the ass, just to die for one another.

That, was blatantly, blindingly, obviously fucking love.

Since Clint had been grieving and this was not a fairy tale, admittedly, he wanted to die. The way he recklessly threw himself into relentless massacre, as shitty and underdeveloped as it is, the way he volunteered as an object for a possible one way trip (again, shitty choice with the farm as if it was the fucking symbol for a life of a master assassin), it was clear that he had been suicidal. Natasha could be his anchor, but at the first chance he got, he immediately relapsed into his suicidal intention. He chose to die because he wanted to, and he believed it was as best as life could get.

And then something changed. The moment he realized what they would do in this circumstance was manifested in the way they looked at each other, it was heartbreaking and beautiful.

But they knew each other without a word and fought on an equal ground. They knew they were each other’s dearest person, this they knew without a single banter or discussion. That was when the self-loathing was replaced by love - whatever the fuck kind you want to interpret - it was love and not guilt or responsibility or debt anymore. Because guilt could not earn them the soul stone. He wanted to keep her alive even more than he wanted to die. Everything that remained in that moment as the world did cease to exist, was love.

Do you remember how many times Clint had called her Natasha? Each time was different, and yet none was like this one, because he knew this was it, this was the last time, so he said it with a smile so understanding and agonizing and most of all, so damn loving.

With the mere look he gave her when he called her Natasha, let me tell you, even if they gave him 10 more families all over the world with a hundred of children, Clint Barton sure as hell would still put Natasha Romanoff before every single one of them without a second thought and love her enough to die for her as many times as it took.

This. look.

And the look Natasha gave Clint when he ran over the edge and when he held onto her hand, as much as gratitude and fear, the only thing that had been constantly staying there, was love.

4. What’s left

We grieve that she wasn’t among those in the final battle, that was such a sick joke I agree, however come to think of it, Clint wasn’t, either. That went back to the beginning when they were spies, not soldiers. They were the best with their skill sets when sent on specific missions. Taking out all other characters, if you squint, you probably could see that this really was their own journey to go back to the way they used to be in the old days with just the two of them, either fighting alongside one another, or just fighting for the other. Tragically, Natasha did not come back, then again you did not see Clint as a whole person ever again. She wasn’t in the final battle and neither was Clint (except doing his side job for a few minutes), because they were meant to fight together or not fighting at all.

Natasha deserved to live. Of course she did. Do you know who understood it the most and fought for her life harder than anyone else? Clint Barton.

But living isn’t that simple as black and white, and if you turned the ending upside down in which Natasha lived and Clint didn’t, imagine the life she was going to live without her partner, best friend, soulmate. It wasn’t because she had no family that she deserved less to live, no, it was exactly because death was the easier way out than enduring the trauma, which by now Clint was shouldering for her.

Think of it this way: It wasn’t the family reunion we were seeing, it was Clint looking at those loved ones he was supposed to save and only seeing his other half spilling blood and losing life for them to live. Like the way it was supposed to be him. Like the way he kicked off the gauntlet after the reversing snap and treated the stones like ‘a goddamn thing’ instead of feeling thankful for them for bringing his family back. Clint was never going to get over it, to be honest he was never going to truly live anymore.

A life where you constantly grieve and loathe yourself, do you think Natasha would have deserved it? What Clint was shouldering in her place wasn’t a second chance at life nor another debt on his ledger, it was a downright bloody punishment.

So again, hello to Disney fans. If this was one of the fairy tales, if AoU did not happen and the only one they had was each other, there is no doubt that they both would die together. Screw the world, end of story. However, what made their love so intense and so much more painful than that ideal scenario was when Clint realized as much as he wanted to jump after her (oh trust me he longed for it), he wasn’t allowed to let Natasha’s sacrifice go wasted. See, this is the difference between a romance and a bond so deep it overruns everything else - he had to make it worth first, and then he would punish himself later - which already happened immediately, all of his emotional catastrophe and enormous anger. Clint was punishing himself badly and he would not stop. Ever. If losing his family already hit him that much, imagine how quickly he was going to abandon his life without Natasha. Remember how easily he let go of the gauntlet and the stones - the family and the world might be let go in the same way without remorse.

While we are saying a proper funeral was a better display of gratitude that Natasha should have deserved, can we take a look again at how most of Clint and Natasha’s battles were like? Against their inner demons. Behind the scenes. That was how they operated through the years. That was just what they were. And remember, Clint chose to share his lasting grief with Wanda who had lost her other half, not with his family.

As lacking as the ending was, simultaneous it was a given that the two of them were manifested in the right way. Clint and Natasha were spies not soldiers. It was not fair, it was terrible, but when we learn to live with what we got and twist it around to make it work, life becomes acceptable.

5. Last but not least

Clint and Natasha. What these two had for each other was the love so intense and profound it went beyond boundaries of common relationship and left them devastated for the rest of their lives. And that, I tell you, is fucking magnificent.

To wrap it up, do I hate Endgame? Not at all. Simultaneously do I want to rewrite it? No, not in 14,000 possible ways except one in which the farm family somehow would get erased infinitely, accidentally, magically, whatever, and Natasha would live.

Wishful thinking, but why not?

#clint barton #natasha romanoff #clintasha #avengers endgame #marvel #mcu #too late to say this much #but I couldn't sleep well for over a month #needed to let this out once and for all

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oh1captain9my4captain2 · 6 years ago

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Me - Prequel

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: none

Words: 5,000

Summary: (Prequel of – Me) – When Tom Hiddleston asks you out you decide to take him up on his offer, but your feelings start to wander to someone else when you realize just how little the two of you have in common.

This was it; you were an Avenger. You were working with some of the most talented A list actors in Hollywood, and it would be an understatement to say that you were nervous. Everyone had been so nice to you, and they took well to your character; Storm.

You made quick friends with Scarlett, who enjoyed teasing you when the cameras weren’t rolling. Robert Downey Jr. had intimidated you from the beginning, but you realized pretty quickly that he was just an adorable goofball. Mark Ruffalo constantly made you feel like a princess with how polite he always was, and Chris Evans was basically a giant puppy. The amount of energy that man possessed made you understand exactly why he was so physically fit; he was constantly on the move.

Then there was Tom Hiddleston; that man could melt the polar icecaps with how smooth his voice was. The British accent mixed with his shockingly good looks made you swoon from the start, but you refused to tell anyone about your feelings. There was no point getting attached to a coworker. Rejection would be embarrassing, but a breakup would be catastrophic. You couldn’t think of anything worse than having to spend every day with someone that you knew didn’t feel the same way. No, it was best left in the dark.

That was until the director handed you your script which informed you that you were to be the love interest of Loki Laufeyson; Tom Hiddleston himself. If it wasn’t obvious that your eyes grew twice their size at the words spread out before you then you would be shocked. You had no idea how you were to contain your feelings for him when you would be forced to play out a relationship with him on screen.

“Looks to me like we’ll be spending quite a bit of time together, love,” Tom beamed widely at you as he reached for your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.

“I guess we will,” you blushed, feeling your insides begin to burn with a lustful passion.

“I do hope we’ll have the chance to get to know each other better,” he continued, sweetly. “Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but I would love to take you for a cup of coffee?” His offer hung in the air, and you questioned whether or not this was reality.

“I would be honored.” It was obvious by your voice alone that you were bashful, and you began to notice a twinkle forming in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

With that, he walked with you off the set for a quick break, but it turned out not to be as quick as you’d planned. It had been over an hour before you’d finally returned; hand in hand giggling like fools.

You’d talked about family, friends, and what your lives had been like growing up. You told him about your love for reading and writing, and how you had completed your first book while still in high school. The story’s you shared made it feel as though the two of you had known each other forever.

When you finally made it back it was time for you both to read off your lines, and Tom had done so well that you were almost too scared to read off the script. How could you compete with someone who made acting look so easy? It was as if it came second nature to him; like this character was another part of himself.

Tom was gentle enough to encourage you, and it made you run through your lines in no time. The amount of chemistry the two of you had on camera was overwhelming. Even when they played it back the emotions seemed to leap through the screen.

As the day finally came to a close you grabbed your things and headed for your car; little did you know that Tom had been following you, though.

“Y/n!” He shouted, racing up behind you and grabbing your arm. You almost leapt out of your skin at the sudden surprise, but you quickly caught your breath. “Sorry about that,” he laughed awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair. “I was hoping to ask you out again sometime? Although, after the shock I seem to have given you, I wouldn’t blame you for saying no.” The joke was subtle, but it made him even more adorable.

“Oh, that? I was just acting,” your quick-witted humor caused you to say on impulse, trying to keep up with him. “I’d love to go out sometime, though,” you agreed, smiling from ear to ear.

“I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow night?” Tom offered, rolling through the times in his head as he thought of when we might be finished on set. “I know a lovely little restaurant just on the corner that I think you might like,” he suggested.

The fact that he’d put so much thought into this already made your heart skip a beat in your chest. With as much confidence as he had, and all those good looks, there was no way you were the first girl he’d ever asked on a date like this. “Sounds great,” you finally said as butterflies began to soar through your stomach. If this was what it felt like to be his friend, you could only imagine the feelings he would give you if he was ever something more.

Just as you’d suspected, that evening went by far too quickly. You’d barely had enough time the next day to pick out an outfit and sort through which accessories would look the best. When you finally decided on a wine-red dress with off the shoulder lace, it was already almost time to go. The entire closet was almost entirely bare thanks to your ongoing search for the perfect look. Which consisted of black lace strappy high heel sandal, and a black floral lace choker.

The entire outfit looked exactly how you’d expected it to; like a Tumblr girl tried to throw something together off Pinterest. Were you mad? Of course not; to you this was pretty much normal. You loved wearing shocking attire.

What you hadn’t expected was for Tom to practically undress you with his eyes when you came walking out the door of your apartment complex to greet him. “Sorry I’m late,” you apologized, climbing into the car almost ten minutes after you’d planned.

“Trust me, it’s no problem at all. You look absolutely stunning!” He gaped, and you questioned whether or not he was going to be able to keep his tongue inside his mouth the rest of the evening. Your date had somehow turned into some kind of drooling dog as you applied dark red lipstick to your already full lips using his passenger mirror.

“Thanks; I was hoping I wasn’t too over dressed,” you admitted, nervously, as you tugged at the end of your dress; your mind realizing just how short it really was.

“Not at all, I was almost expecting you to show up in a t-shirt and sweatpants,” he joked, giving you a quick wink.

“As comfortable as that sounds, it probably wouldn’t give off the best impression for a first date.” He caught you rolling your eyes, and he nudged your arm playfully.

“Just be yourself,” Tom offered, acting as if that was an easy task. “I want to know the real you. Behind all the flashing lights and endless interviews. Who is y/n y/l/n?” He pondered allowed as he gave you a genuine look.

“I’m the girl whose nose is always stuck in a book. The one that everyone sees in the corner, but never asks if she wants to join. That girl who chooses to write about adventures instead of taking them.” I confessed, pouring my heart out into the dark of the night as the cool wind blew through my hair down the highway. Why I’d opened up to him I had no idea, but it felt good to know that I wasn’t the only one who knew these things anymore.

“What if I told you that you deserve better? That maybe everyone wants to be your friend, but that they’re afraid they aren’t good enough for you. We could chase the world together if that’s something you want?” Tom thought as he let his imagination run wild. It was nice to see this side of him; the side that wasn’t all work and no play.

“But what happens if I push you away like everyone else?” You continued, knowing it very well could happen. He seemed to bring out the darker side of you; the girl who wanted nothing more than to live out the rest of her life on her own.

“Then I’ll just have to hold on a little tighter to make sure you don’t get away,” Tom smiled, moving his hand to rest over yours. It was twice the size of your own, and the warmth of it made you realize just how cold you truly were from the bite of the wind. Of course, you had barely any time to register the change in temperature as you pulled into a small diner and watched as he opened your door for you and helped you out.

Your heel caught on the car, and you started to trip, but Tom caught you in his arms and set you back on your feet. The way his hand felt against the bare skin on your back sent an immediate cold chill up your spine. Suddenly you could feel every ounce of heat that was left in your body go rushing to your cheeks.

“Thanks,” you stammered, feeling completely flustered by your newfound clumsiness.

Either the lighting from the parking lot was playing tricks on your eyes, or you just made Tom Hiddleston blush. The thought alone sent butterflies soaring through your stomach as he took your arm and walked with you inside.

The two of you sat at a booth, and you continued to talk for almost an hour when you suddenly ran out of things to talk about. Just like that the conversation had died; along with the butterflies that you’d been feeling outside.

“So, you like golf, and tennis, what else?” You asked, trying to get him to keep talking. The awkwardness was growing as the silence grew stronger.

“Oh, uh – I love the theater. I’ve been in several plays recently, maybe you’ve heard?” Tom added excitedly, sitting up in his seat as he hoped that things would pick up again between the two of you.

“Actually, I’m not much for theater. About the closest thing I get to it is movies.” Just like that the tension rose again, but you really wanted to make this work, so you tried a different approach. “I’d love to go sometime; maybe you can change my mind?”

“Of course! I could take you backstage, and really give you a feel for what it’s like to perform in front of a live audience.” Th joy in his voice made you thankful for the offer, but a part of you knew that you would never actually enjoy yourself there.

Thankfully, the two of you had decided that the date had gone on long enough, and you both felt like it was time to return home. As he walked you to your door you said a silent prayer and begged God not to let him kiss you like some old-fashioned movie scene.

Unfortunately, the luck had not been on your side, though, as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. “I had a wonderful time this evening, y/n, and I would love to take you out again sometime?” Tom offered, letting his hands rest on your sides.

“Sure, that’d be great,” you agreed, cursing yourself in your head for not letting him down easy. You were dreading your next date, and you didn’t even know when it was.

When you arrived on set the next day, you avoided Tom at all cost. Even going so far as to hide in the women’s bathroom to keep him away from you. That was until Chris Evans followed you in there after filming a scene with all of the Avengers.

You hadn’t noticed him as you pulled yourself up onto the bathroom counter, grabbed your phone and began to waste time as the clock ticked by slowly.

“Everything alright?” Chris had asked you, coming around the corner to reveal himself.

“Yeah, I’m just-,” you tried to think of an excuse, but it was too late as you heard him laugh.

“Avoiding someone?” He questioned, gesturing to how comfortable you’d made yourself in here.

“Maybe,” you prodded, taking the bait.

“Ouch; that bad, huh?” Chris joked, leaning against the wall as he crossed his arm in front of him. Just like that his shirt had shrunk two sizes, and you could see the outline of his pecs.

“Does everyone know?” The sound of your voice came out as a desperate cry for help as you covered your face. You hadn’t meant it to sound that way, but a part of you was hoping it would’ve ended after last night.

“Are you kidding? Tom hasn’t shut up about you. I would’ve thought you two were married and on your third kid by now with how happy he is.” His joke put a smile on your face, and you let your eyes meet his for the first time.

“Thanks, but I don’t really think this is a time for joking around,” you retaliated sarcastically.

“Then why did you smile?” He asked, coming closer and laying a hand on the countertop as he leaned closer to you.

“Because it was stupid, and funny,” you explained, shaking your head as you pretended to be annoyed. That smirk still stuck to your face, though, and as hard as you tried you couldn’t get it to leave.

“If you like stupid and funny then you’d love me,” he winked, throwing his hands in the air with a laugh as he finally left you in the bathroom by yourself.

Your head fell back against the tile, and as you listened to the director calling for everyone’s return you said a silent prayer. Part of it being that you hoped you wouldn’t have to see Tom, and the other that you weren’t falling for Captain America.

After a few more scenes it was time to go, and Scarlett nudged your shoulder with her arm as she walked with you towards the exit. “So, you and Romeo going out again tonight?” She giggled, giving you a hard time as usual.

“No,” you snapped, getting even more annoyed.

“Not surprising; I pictured you as a Captain kinda gal, but more power to you for picking brains over brawn.” Scarlett knew she was getting under your skin which was why she gave you such a wide smile and then wrapped her arm around you as the two of you continued to walk together.

“I’m beginning to think you’re right,” you said, finally owning up to your emotions.

“What?” She fumbled, locking eyes with you as she stopped you dead in your tracks. You were like a deer in the headlights, and you knew now that you would have to explain.

“Well, Tom and I have absolutely nothing in common. At least Chris knows how to keep a conversation going without making me fall asleep.” Of course, you gave him the benefit of the doubt; he could throw you in the dirt and kick you fifty feet and you’d thank him for it. And it had nothing to do with his looks either, it was his entire personality. The way he somehow always managed to make you laugh at even the stupidest of jokes. It wouldn’t have surprised you if you looked up the word perfection in the dictionary and found a picture of him.

“If that’s what you call drooling over him while he goes on and on about sports and his dog then yeah, he knows how to keep a conversation.” Scarlett said, poking fun at the cute little crush that she knew was forming.

You rolled your eyes, and through your head back defeated. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about what it’d be like to wake up with someone like him?”

Scarlett paused, finally stopping to look at you. “You want some advice?” She asked, and you nodded your approval as she stood in front of her car and opened the door. “Don’t stay in a relationship for the public. You’ve gotta do what makes you happy. If I did everything just to please the media, I would never have anything.”

“Thanks, Scar,” you shot her a half smile as she climbed into her car.

“Don’t mention it, y/n/n.” Scarlett finished as she tore off down the road.

The rest of the week was a mess as you found yourself hiding in different places all over the set to keep your distance from Tom. Somehow Chris always managed to find you; no matter where it was, and he would try to do things to make you laugh just so he didn’t have to see you upset.

“What made you think to hide in the rafters?” Chris doubled over laughing, and you shushed him as you pointed down to where everyone else was at. They were sure to find the two of you if he didn’t keep his voice down.

“It was something I read in a book once, and I thought I’d give it a try,” your eyes danced across all the cords that ran around the ceiling and connected in random places only to split off in another direction.

“I gotta give it to you, it’s pretty cool up here,” he admitted, lying on his back as his eyes moved around slowly to take it all in.

“Don’t get any ideas, Evans, this place is mine.” The joking tone in your voice told him that you were only playing. However, you were starting to like this game of hide and see you’d found yourself in.

“What if we made this our personal hiding spot? Just the two of us,” Chris suggested, finally shifting himself as he lifted his gaze to you with a smile forming across his lips.

“Sure; I’d like that,” the blush of your cheeks only confirmed how happy his response had made you, but you weren’t ready for what he’d asked next.

“So…why are you avoiding Tom?” He said, softly, desperately hoping that he hadn’t crossed a line by asking.

“I’m pretty sur he wants to ask me on another date,” if you rolled your eyes any harder, they would’ve fallen off the landing and right in the middle of the entire cast and crew.

“Give the dude a break, y/n/n, he’s just looking for love in a great big world of rejection.” Chris nodded, this time refusing to let his eyes meet yours.

“So, you think I should do it; I should keep going out with him even though I don’t like him?” That hurt, and your chest felt like it could almost cave in on itself with how much pain he’d just inflicted on you without even knowing it.

“I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? You give him a chance, fall in love, and finally pop out those three kids he keeps talking about,” Chris rolled with laughter, clenching his stomach as you moved to place your hand over his mouth to quiet him.

“Fine; I’ll be the adult,” you fought, standing up, and making your way back down through the entangled cords.

“Tell that to the girl hiding in the rafters from a middle-aged man who just wants to go on a second date,” he joked quietly, causing you to give him a quick glare that he knew was all too playful.

The second your feet touched the ground your entire body became alert. You were waiting for Tom to find you, so that all of your hiding would be for nothing.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Tom, but what you hadn’t expected was for Chris to come running up behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you through the air. His sudden act of flirtation put Tom in an immediate rage, but he refused to let it show as he turned and walked the other way.

“What was that for?” Your voice went up two octaves at the sudden burst of energy; not to mention your inner fangirl continuing to swoon over him.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” Chris prided himself as he pretended to give himself a pat on the back. The ego on that man sometimes was enough to make you question where all the air in his head went.

“Yeah, but I don’t want him to be mad at you.” There was nothing but concern in your heart as you scolded yourself for what had just happened. This was your battle, not his; why did he seem to want in the middle of it?

You didn’t have enough time to think it over because the director started yelling your name. As you approached the set, Tom stood before you in his entire Loki costume. Sure, when he looked like this your feelings for him all came rushing back. That was a purely selfish instinct, though, that was based entirely on his appearance. You could never keep a steady relationship just based off of that.

“Is everything alright, love?” Tom asked, taking your hand in his own to comfort you. It wasn’t until you saw Chris standing a few feet away that you realized why; he was fighting over you.

You simply nodded your head and brushed it off as nothing before the director could scold you both for talking. The scene went on longer than usual thanks to how many times you had messed up your lines. This entire scene was something you had memorized by heart, but the more “love” you were supposed to be showing Loki; the more you realized just how much you wished to have Chris standing in front of you.

“Cut!” The director shouted, shaking his head as he rubbed his temples with his fingers. “Come on, y/n, what happened?” His newfound temper snapped you out of your daze, but Chris came to your rescue once again as he jumped between the two of you.

“Why don’t you give me just five minutes with her; we’ll run through the lines, and I’ll see if I can help her out.” Chris persuaded, putting on his typical charm to get him to give in.

“You got five minutes, and not a second more!” Your director finally agreed, stubbornly.

As Chris stood before you dressed in all his Captain America gear you begged your heart not to leap out of your chest when he finally spoke to read through Loki’s lines.

“My love, I’m sorry for what I have done, but I’ve had no other choice. I’m fighting for our future together; not as an act of vengeance.” He quoted as his soft blue eyes danced across yours. There was a twinge in your heart, but you let him continue. “Tell me you’ll still love me?” Captain America asked as his hand came up to rest against your cheek and his thumb brushed against your skin soothingly.

“How could I ever stop?” You whispered, quoting your line as he leaned in to kiss you. Your lips were just about to meet his to finish the scene. However, a loud cough came from Tom, and the two of you separated once again.

That was the first time the director had clapped for you all day, and that sent even more anger coursing through Tom’s veins. Finally, he moved to separate the two of you, wanting to read through his lines again. So, when the time came for the real Loki to take his place, you did your best to picture Captain America standing before you.

Just like that you were putty in his hands all over again. You could almost melt by the attraction that spilt through the two of you. They started from the top, redoing the whole scene, and you poured over your lines in a breeze.

“Cut!” You heard the director shout when you’d finished filming the scene. “Well done, y/n, you and Tom did great! Whatever Chris did really worked,” he praised him, proudly patting Chris on the back.

“Leave it to Captain America to get me back into character,” I giggled, gently nudging him in the side.

“Easy there, y/n, wouldn’t want you to leave a bruise,” the director scolded.

“Yeah, if you’re gonna leave a mark, at least do it in a way that’s a little more fun,” Chris joked, winking at you.

“Between the joke, and the way the director had raved over Chris’ acting tip, Tom had apparently had enough. He stormed off the set in a fit of anger. Feeling you had taken things too far you decided to follow after him.

“Tom!” You shouted, running to catch up with him as you caught him by the arm.

“What, y/n?! You know, if you didn’t feel the same way, you could’ve at least told me,” he snapped, getting in your face as he pulled his arm away from you.

“Chris is just Chris, I can’t help what comes out of his mouth,” you defended yourself quickly.

To your utter astonishment Tom planted his lips against yours, and you tried to stop yourself, but you kissed him back. Something about how much you had hurt him made you feel like it was okay.

“Just tell me you don’t love him,” Tom begged, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer as he locked eyes with you.

“I-I don’t,” you lied, regretting the words as soon as they spilled from your mouth.

He breathed a sigh of relief and held you even tighter to him, and you did your best to comfort him as you let your head rest against his chest. You knew you shouldn’t have done it, but you pretended it was Chris, and fell deeper into his embrace.

“Let’s go out tonight. We can drive around town, or take a walk on the beach?” Tom was spitting out ideas left and right in an attempt to get you to say yes.

When you finally agreed a smile spread across his face, and a part of you had wondered how long you could keep this up. The longer you let this go on, the more it was going to hurt. You didn’t want to break his heart, but you also couldn’t afford to stay in a dead-end relationship. Which is why you immediately decided that no matter what happened tonight you would end things with him tomorrow.

Tom refused to say where he was taking me which is why I was shocked when we pulled up at the theater. The last thing I wanted to do was sit through an entire play the rest of the evening, but I put on my fake smile and put my best foot forward.

“You’re going to love this,” Tom promised as he took my hand and walked with me inside. I gave a half smile and pretended to be excited. There were paparazzi bombarding us as we entered the building, but we did our best to avoid their flashing lights. I was desperately hoping we wouldn’t end up on the front cover of some magazine as Los Angeles hottest new couple.

“Do you come here often?” I asked, trying to start a conversation while we were waiting for it to start.

“Yeah, I generally spend most of my time performing on stage when I’m not filming.” He smiled, taking my hand as he managed to get us front row seats.

“I guess being a regular has it’s perks,” you noted, pointing to where you’d be sitting. The theater was filling up fast, and you were already wishing it was over.

“Well, of course, and after the show I get to take you backstage,” the amount of enthusiasm in his voice made you want to ring your own neck. How long were you going to have to keep up this façade?

You kept zoning in and out of the play, and as hard as you tried to focus you just couldn’t get into it. There was a knot forming in your chest because you knew he was probably going to ask you questions about it, and you silently hoped that by some miracle you would have the answer.

When it was finally over everyone stood and clapped their hands for the actors, and you did so out of respect. Then Tom took your hand and led you up the stairs and behind the large curtain to where all of the actors were now.

“Tom! Long time no see!” A man joked, pulling him in for a hug and patting him on the back. Tom mentioned something about it only being a few days since he’d last been there, and then he gestured to you and proceeded to show you off. Your cheeks turned a slight pink, but you were just ready to get out of here.

“This is my lovely date, y/n,” Tom introduced you as he brought you to his side and kept his arm around your waist.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, half embarrassed that he’d been so affectionate to you in front of people whom you considered random strangers. “Actually, Tom, can I talk to you?” Your voice came out small and quiet as you pulled him to the side alone. “I don’t feel so well do you mind taking me home?” It hadn’t been a complete lie; you were tired, and the night was beginning to drag on.

With a quick nod, he said his goodbyes to the cast, and then walked with you out the back exit. “Is everything alright, y/n? Do you need me to stay with you? You’re looking a little pale,” there was no doubt in your mind that he was just being genuinely concerned, but the last thing you needed was for him to spend the entire evening with you in your apartment. You would undoubtedly go mad.

“No, no, I think I just need to rest, I’m feeling a little weak.” By reassuring him you noticed his expression grow a little less worrisome, but there was still a sense of worry hidden deep within his eyes.

He walked you to your door yet again, but this time when he leaned in for a kiss you knew it was best to just pull away. “Sorry,” he apologized, taking a step back as he tucked his hands into his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels.

“I just don’t want to get you sick; we don’t need two people out on set,” you quietly joked, knowing there was more to it. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Y/n, wait!” Tom stopped you, grabbing you by the arm before you could escape into your home. Just like that he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, and a piece of your heart broke for him in that second.

“Thank you, Tom,” you smiled, stepping inside and closing the door. Tomorrow was going to be the longest most agonizing day of your life, and you already knew that you weren’t ready to face the facts. You were about to break Tom Hiddleston’s heart into a thousand pieces for a man that you didn’t even know would love you back or not.

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rogsclogs · 6 years ago

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Some Day One Day (Brian May x Reader); part 6

taglist: @brighter-thanthe-sky @im-a-sheerheartattack @fruityfreddie @discodeacygotmorerhythm @killer-queen-xo @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen (if you wanna be added to the tag list please message me)

previous parts can be found under the “some day one day” tag.

feedback is always welcomed and appreciated, next parts coming soon. also if you have any requests feel free to message me, I want to start working on something else too.

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When Y/N started going to class again she felt that something inside her had shifted. She struggled to call Brian by his last name, even if she knew how important it was for her to do so in order to not make anyone suspect a thing. She struggled to pay attention to whatever he was lecturing them on and focus on his words because she knew deep down that he would never call her out on that and that he was looking out for her all the time.

She just wanted to spend time with him in the intimacy of his cozy apartment and stare at his lips intently and mentally begging him to drop his books on the floor and make out with her for hours on end.

There were a few other people who had tried the test with her the first time but failed and had to retake the class, so at least she didn't feel as awful knowing others had struggled as well, but she was definitely the only one getting extra private lessons at Brian’s apartment. Or at least she hoped she was.

Not only could she feel something inside her shift, she also felt that their relationship wasn't entirely based on school anymore and it was starting to scare her, she didn't know how far she could push herself.

She felt that maybe there was a chance he could feel the same, he’d been hanging around her more than usual

Brian had invited her to one of his band’s gigs the week before, and while she knew that him and his bandmates would be good (if they played with Brian there was no chance in the world they could be anything less than phenomenal) she was left speechless by the talent displayed by all four members of the band, especially the singer, who she thought had a legendary voice and it was absolutely unfair that he wasn’t a professional.

That night she had clapped harder than anyone else at the end of their set and she hugged Brian really tightly when he jumped off the small stage and put down his precious guitar, earning adoring looks from the other guys, who hadn't seen Brian be so affectionate with a girl in longer than they could remember and who obviously had no idea she was his student.

He was so ashamed of himself sometimes that he didn't even tell his three best friends about what was going on, he just told them she was a friend he'd met a while ago and there wasn't anything going on between them (none of his friends had believed him, they knew him way too much).

At the same time, he felt so right whenever he was around her that nothing else mattered to him in the moment, when he saw her by the side of the stage clapping for him and watching him with stars in her eyes and a huge smile plastered on her face he swore he could have died on the spot. How could something that felt so right be so wrong after all?

That night they had almost kissed. Brian had had a few beers and Y/N was very intoxicated both by the smoke surrounding her and the drinks that he'd offered to pay, so when she leaned in he was barely able to react and step back.

It took all the strength he could find in himself to act like he didn't know what she was doing, but he kept telling himself what he was doing was for their best and, most importantly, for Y/N’s best who had to put her education before anything else.

One day, once she was done with college for good, they could start a real relationship, it wasn't that hard after all.

They just had to keep to themselves for as long as she was still his student, but after that they'd be free.

Granted, that meant at least two and a half years of suffering, but the price was definitely worth the pain.

And she felt it too, she felt him stare on her during lectures and she felt the electricity spark between them as he briefly touched her hand when he gave back the graded papers. She felt it all but she didn't want to be too forward and seem inappropriate, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that he felt the same way, there was always a chance that she’d been seeing things that weren't there the whole time.

For a long time he was all she could think about, at least until the day her life fell apart once again and she was forced to face real life again.

One day she mustered the courage to fill her parents in on what had happened. She felt that the time had come and after all she couldn't just keep ignoring the problem forever, they were bound to find out and she wanted them to find out from her.

She sat them down at their tiny kitchen table and told them everything, how she had just recently found out she’d failed it but that she knew from the beginning and in fact she was already attending the class once more so she could retake the test once more at the end of next semester.

She told them everything with the most calm and serene voice she could get out of herself, but she knew straight away that she was in big trouble.

Big trouble meant emotional and sometimes physical damage when it came to her family, so when she felt like she had lost control over the situation, she fled her house, looking for a place to spend the night and for someone to treat her right.

She knocked on Brian’s door at around 2 am, she knew he'd be scared to death to find her at his door in the middle of the night, but she felt like she didn't have a choice. She was strangely calm and collected considering the mess that had happened at home, but it was like the thought of seeing Brian and being around him gave her strength not to break down.

However, Brian wasn't the one she saw when the door opened.

Tiny hands pulled the door handle down and allowed Y/N to see some big curious brown eyes stare back at her in confusion and curiosity.

Brian’s daughter was standing there in a pink onesie with unicorns all over, a stuffed animal tight into her left hand and fuzzy socks on her feet.

That is definitely not who Y/N was expecting and she didn't know how such a tiny human could have opened the door by herself, but she guessed she might have used some tool to reach the handle.

She wasn’t sure how to react and just stared back at the little girl for a while until Brian came running down the staircase and quickly scooped her in his arms.

“Emily, my God, how many times have I told you not to open the doo-”

He lost his train of thoughts the moment he identified who was knocking at their door at such an ungodly hour.

“Y/N?” The girl couldn't find it in herself to reply, somehow starstruck by the small curly haired human in Brian’s arms who was sucking on her thumb and holding onto her dad’s oversized shirt. Of course she remembered about his daughter, but seeing her in real life kind of confirmed that she was real, she existed and Brian was, in fact, a dad.

The thought hadn't hit her as much until then, apparently.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He went on since he couldn't get a reaction from her, then he pulled her inside so she could warm up and locked back the door behind them.

“Sorry about her, I.. uh, I think I forgot to lock the door before I went to bed earlier and she's at that stage when she’s just so curious that she would open any door and any drawer she can find.”

Y/N wasn't sure why he was apologizing when she should have been the one to do so, but she could feel him being nervous about the situation, his hands held on tight to his daughter’s small legs anxiously.

She slowly raised her hand to caress the little girl’s head who appreciatively leaned into her touch and smiled at her new found friend. Brian fondly watched the two interact, still surprised to see Y/N but happy nonetheless, plus she seemed fine with meeting Emily and although the timing wasn't perfect, he knew how rare it was for his daughter to be at ease around someone so quickly so he didn't feel like ruining the magic.

“Hello beautiful girl” Y/N said still ignoring the man standing in front of her in his pjs who at that point was way too intrigued by the two girls’ interaction to even remember what they were all standing there for.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” Not that she’d forgotten, but she wanted to make the little girl comfortable around her and gain her trust.

However, although Emily didn't seem to sky away from her in any way and didn't seem distressed, she didn't reply to the question and simply shifted her stare from Y/N to her dad and hid her head in the crook of his neck, probably due to how tired she was rather than the small interaction she’d just had.

“Y/N... this is Emily. Em, baby, say hi to this kind lady, come on!” Brian encouraged trying to get a few words out of his daughter but only receiving a small wave in return.

“Hello Emily, I’m Y/N. You look very cute tonight!” She had never been the best at interacting with children, and the near presence of Brian made her much more nervous and afraid to mess something up when he was watching.

Something about the uncanny resemblance between the two of them made Y/N feel almost out of place, like she was interrupting some family ritual and breaking the silence and comfort of their house, and she was about to turn back to leave the house when Brian spoke once more.

“I’ll take this little one to bed and I’ll be right back downstairs okay? We can talk for as long as you need to. Are you okay though?”

Y/N nodded back at him, biting down on her lower lip and holding onto her left forearm with her right hand and looking back at the child once more, trying to make as little noise as possible in order not to startle her.

Brian left for a while and Y/N was left alone in their living room, so she took a seat on a very comfy couch full of pillows and listened to the man she had grown to love and admire so much say goodnight to his baby girl in a silly voice and promising to check up on her later to make sure there were no monsters under her bed, and although it was just the two of them, in that moment that felt more like a family to her than anything she’d ever experienced in her house.

#Some Day One Day #Brian May #Brian May x reader #brian harold may #queen fandom #queen fic #queen x reader #queen imagines #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #fanfiction #fanfic #writer

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timeisacephalopod · 6 years ago

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The last plague of Egypt, the black death, the Merchant of death and then Iron Man, these are just a few of the names man kind has given him over the time his has walked among them but because of encounter the team will finally see and know him for who he really is....Tony Stark is the Angel of death.

So I don’t know what this is but its a somethin! Also, ironstrange, because they’re cute. And Stephen is Time personified (and Asian, as usual when I write him- with a Nepali background though he would have existed long before that. And his form isn’t concrete because you know. Time). Bonus points for Nebula & Tony bonding!

Tony is used to the dark, sticky feeling that clings to his every move and has for as long as he can remember. He doesn’t remember a time before this, though he’s been reliably informed that time has always existed in some form or another. Tony sees him as a man, tall, tawny skin and a sharp smile that matches his wit. Stephen tells him he looks different to different people, or at least he thinks he does given that people always seem to describe him differently. Time period tends to be a factor but he has no idea why people perceive him in the ways they do. There’s no pattern to it.

Tony knows what his true of his form looks like even if Stephen is a shapeshifter, moving with the time and place he’s in. He’s pale, with dark hair and eyes that he supposes are fitting for the personification of death. He thinks he looks like a corpse but Stephen says he’s pretty, striking even. Tony thinks he’s only flattering him. Still, he’s used to the feeling in the pit of his stomach when something is about to happen and he’s been feeling it for years. In this life he tried to blend in with people though he should have known it wouldn’t go well. Last time he tried he killed most of Europe and chose to stick around and make friends, and then the rats started carrying disease. Poor things, they haven’t recovered from the backlash to that. But its not like humans know he’s the cause.

Still, he tries to warn people but they don’t listen. And why would they? They have no idea who he is, minus Stephen. He’d recognized Tony right away the same way he’d recognized Stephen. Its not often they run into powerful beings like themselves- even Thor doesn’t really measure up though it’d been Loki who knew something was off when his scepter didn’t work on him. The stones don’t hold the kind of power over him that they do over a mortal. Its why Stephen has such an easy time with the time stone, aside from being the personification of the concept. Ideally Tony would have the power stone, it would work best with his innate abilities, but that has been lost for some time. Though the soul stone remains even more lost than that.

“What is it that you sense?” Stephen asks, curling an arm around him from behind. Tony leans into him relaxing in a way he rarely can with anyone else. Typically, he’ll keep his power close, held deep in his body in a controlled way that’s more to save other people than himself. If he wanted, he could kill someone with a simple touch. Sometimes he does, if the person is suffering greatly. He doesn’t enjoy it but people deserve dignity in their last moments and he tries to give that to them the best way he can.

He sighs, fingers curling into Stephen’s. “Death,” he murmurs and Stephen sighs.

“Don’t be edgy Tony, and tell me what’s got you so on edge. You’ve sensed it for some time, but in the last few months you’ve been restless,” Stephen tells him.

Interesting, considering he’s felt no difference. “I’m not being edgy, I’m telling you what I can feel. Something is coming, and whatever it is there will be destruction like we’ve never seen before.”

“We’ve seen extinction,” Stephen says, “it can’t be worse than that.”

“Of one planet,” Tony says. “This… this will be everything.” He risks a look up to Stephen, has expecting his reaction to be similar to the Avengers. But they don’t know who he is and what he can do. Stephen does, and the fear in his expression reflects his knowledge of Tony’s predictions. He holds on to Tony a little tighter but he doesn’t need to. There aren’t many things that last forever, except Time and Death. Things don’t stop because planets do, and there’s always something that is ready to die, even if its just the stars. They’ll always be together, but that isn’t a comfort when that’s all they have.

When Nebula lands Tony senses her presence, perhaps because death clings to her almost as tight as it does to him. She finds him surprisingly fast, or maybe its Stephen’s ability to portal around that helped them find each other as fast as they did. Nebula looks him over, head tilted to the side for a moment. “Thanos is coming,” she tells him and the hair on the back of his neck stands straight up.

He looks to Stephen and he nods. “We’re in the endgame now,” he murmurs.

“Come with me,” Tony says, “and tell me about this Thanos.” Its no coincidence, Tony thinks, that he’s named after the Greek god of death.

Nebula watches the two of them talk, Tony and Stephen, but she senses more about them. Tony is more receptive to her, more willing to listen. Stephen mostly asks irritating questions and swats that tacky cape of his aside. When they separate Tony comes to her. “How much time do we have?” he asks.

She shrugs, “three days, if you’re lucky,” she tells him. Tony turns and nods to Stephen, who takes off presumably to die because no one will survive what’s coming. Not really. Thanos thinks his plan will save people, that Gamora’s home planet is a utopia. Bastard hasn’t even been back to it in ages. Its no utopia, its chaos, destruction. People fight each other for scraps and sometimes they simply use each other as food. If that’s utopian she’ll pass on it.

“What did he do to you?” Tony asks, drawing her attention outward again. When she turns to face him he looks sympathetic. “I can feel the way pain clings to you like a shroud. The way death seems to have become you.”

Nebula can’t help but let out a sharp laugh. “I’m barely even alive anymore,” she says, shaking her head. “If I lost a fight, he’d take a piece of me and replace it with machine. I almost always lost.”

Tony reaches out, settling a hand on her shoulder. He does nothing else, just lets the touch linger and its so foreign she almost expects attack. It doesn’t come, but its hard to let herself relax. “That sounds awful,” he murmurs but she shakes her head.

“Child’s play compared to the genocides,” she says and Tony’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Genocides?” he asks and she nods.

“Smaller planets first, they were easier targets. Less military force, smaller populations, usually lower species,” she says, rattling off the reasons easily now. She’s seen so many people die, killed so many herself, that she’s simply desensitized to the violence of it.

“He started doing more, the last ten years,” Tony murmurs.

“I don’t know how earth years work, but in the last seven years he’s moved on to medium sized planets. Gamora’s planet, mine. We were war prized, I think, because Thanos liked to fancy himself a father. He has a lot of us, all from the planets of the people he’s massacred,” she tells him.

Tony looks sick and he should. She should, but she can’t bring herself to feel that way. “Why here, why now?” he asks.

“He has the infinity stones now, two of them. Maybe three if Gamora leads him to the soul stone. Two more are here. Then he’ll take out half of all life, can do it with the snap of his fingers with power like that,” she murmurs. No one was ever meant to wield that kind of power.

Tony shakes his head, “he’s not going to get away with that,” he tells her but he’s a fool if he thinks this is a battle he can win.

Thanos lands two days later than what Nebula predicted and the Avengers are all shocked nonetheless. Ten years of warnings weren’t enough, apparently. Tony doesn’t know if he’s angry at them or if he’s angry at Thanos, if he’s mad at himself for not realizing sooner. All the gut feelings he had, the destruction he felt- must have been Thanos on those planets decimating them. He’ll pay for that too.

Stephen remains behind him, and the Avengers don’t know anything of his power either, but that’s for the best. Thanos thinks to address him first, eyes training on him fast but Nebula had warned him of his obsession with Death.

Pity they had to meet right before his funeral.

“I sense power in you,” he says. “Tony Stark.”

Behind him he can hear Stephen suck in a surprised breath but he hadn’t had the conversation with Nebula about Loki. She’d held a wealth of information and he thinks its helped her to talk about things out loud. “I heard you had an obsession with death, Thanos. What exactly is it that you want out of me?”

The Avengers shuffle around, confused, but Tony can sense that T’Challa understands him right away. But Tony is sure T’Challa is more than a man too and it wouldn’t be the first time a concept lost their memory. If Tony were to guess he’d say soul, or that’s what humans call it. The essence of all life doesn’t have a name between the rest of them but he suspects that’s what T’Challa is. Terrible way to find out what kind of power you hold, but he will have had to learn somehow at some point.

“This is for you,” Thanos says, lifting the gauntlet on his hand. “To show you my devotion.”

Tony lifts his nose in disgust, “if you wanted to show me devotion you would have left the natural order alone,” he snaps. “That isn’t for you to tamper with.”

Thanos looks confused for a moment, but seems to lose it fast. “This is my purpose, I know it is,” he says. “I ignored it once, and…” he trails off, surprising Tony with a look of pain not that Tony pities him any. Not after what he’s done. “I’m going to do this whether or not you want it,” he tells Tony.

“Then your purpose is to die trying to kill the thing you chose to worship. You can’t kill Death,” he says calmly.

Nebula knows when the blast is coming and her first instinct, surprisingly, is to jump to Tony’s defense. She’s surprised when the man in the panther-like suit holds her back. “He will be fine,” he tells her in a light, accented voice.

When the blast hits Tony she expects death, that’s the only thing that makes sense. But instead the purple from the power stone engulf him, swirling around him like an energy field and everyone, including the ridiculously dressed Avengers whoever they were, stares. The only ones who don’t look surprised are Stephen and the panther man. Thanos, shocked, stops trying to blast Tony and the purple lingers around him for a moment before its clear he’s simply absorbing the power from the stone.

Licks of purple flame or mist, she��s not sure, lick at Tony’s sides, swirling around his hands as he stands totally unaffected by the full force of an infinity stone. After a long moment he turns to her, eyes glowing the deep purple of the stone. “Come here, Nebula,” he tells her and she shakes her head, stumbling back a couple steps.

“Its alright,” the panther man tells her. “You’ll find what you want with him.”

Cryptic shit, she doesn’t know what that means. “Nebula,” Tony says to her. “You’ve earned this.” He nods to Thanos, who remains frozen and Nebula suspects there’s some magic happening even if she can’t see it, and then she understands.

“You’ll find what you need,” the panther man adds.

Yes, she will find what she needs. She steps forward, walking over to Tony with determination and only pausing when he holds out his hand. “Its okay. It won’t hurt you,” he tells her. Faith, she thinks, is a stupid reason to hold out her hand but she does. When the power of the stone fills her she gasps, Tony’s hand still tight on hers. “You earned this Nebula, for all he’s done to you,” Tony murmurs. “You have the power of an infinity stone in your blood. Make him pay for what he’s done,” he tells her.

All the being torn apart and put back together wrong with new parts, the fights, the favoritism, the torture, the genocides, Gamora. She can’t think of any one reason in particular as the power from the stone fills her body and mind. When she finally extends her hand she lets out a scream of pain and anger, but mostly its a scream of retribution.

#ironstrange #tony x stephen strange #fanfiction #alternate universe #canon divergent au

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lokaneiscanon · 5 years ago

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Mighty Thor in Thor: Love and Thunder rant

Seeing Natalie Portman returning to reprise her role as Jane Foster, nevertheless wielding Mjolnir, finally getting the treatment this character deserves, was surreal to say the least. I had just started reading Lords of Midgard, the 8th issue of Mighty Thor (2015 - 2018), and had fallen in love already. But I didn't suspect at all that Taika Waititi would pull this card in Thor: Love and Thunder, considering Jane was barely mentioned in Ragnarok. The news about my favorite actress portraying one of my favorite characters coming out of the blue - you can imagine the excitement. Alas, I quickly remembered what the fandom thought of that comic (at least on tumblr) and imagined it now growing tenfold, cuz not everyone in the MCU fandom reads comics but pretty much everyone wants to watch another Thor movie. And yes, many fans weren't ready for this step, still recovering from Sam Wilson getting the shield in Endgame. Which is completely fine. We're not obligated to like everything Marvel throws in our faces, we're allowed to criticize and express our opinion on the internet or wherever. What is not okay is mindlessly hating, and even worse - using false facts to support said opinion.

I have seen some people using the argument that it is one of Marvel's worst selling comics. Which has already been proven wrong by multiple sites, including Comichron, just Google it, as I did myself. I read multiple posts, ones saying how good Jane is doing as Thor in sales, others disproving this, so I checked for myself the numbers at the site mentioned above month by month to be sure. The comic truly had its downfalls as the story progressed but in my opinion it's normal for the 1st issue to have more sales than the 21st. If we compare it to Unworthy Thor, which started running a bit later and followed the now unworthy Odinson, the data shows the latter had more sales. But then again, while Might Thor was at its 17th issue, Unworthy Thor was at its 2nd. Also, they later crossed paths, shared comic issues, it's fair to say they go hand in hand and Jason Aaron, the author, probably doesn't want us to compare them, as they complete and compliment each other's stories. Still I decided to check the comic that made Thor unworthy in the first place - Thor: God of Thunder (2012 - 2014), which seemed to me more "comparable" to Might Thor (2015 - 2018). *I keep putting the years it was being released so as to not be confused with previous Mighty Thor issues, whole Odinson was still Thor, please bear with me* So yes, the numbers were pretty close, but from what I saw, Mighty Thor had the upper hand if we compare first issue to first issue and so on. (In defense of Odinson, we have to take into account that this data is only from the US and does not include digital sales. Also, he's been around since the 50s. We could argue Jane was a breath of fresh air that some Marvel fans were indeed ready for. As a non-American, and also a person without a hint of knowledge in economics I cannot take into account inflation and whatever else has prevented or enabled Americans to get their hands on the comics or has affected prizes through the years. Bear that in mind.) Moreover, from what I saw on Comichron, both comics had much competition - God of thunder was released along with Avengers vs the X-men, the Uncanny X-men, pretty popular at the time, and the Goddess of Thunder faced Civil War 2 and DC Universe Rebirth (yes, DC is in the game too), also dominating with tremendous sales for the longest time. Yet I stick with my original statement - both Thors are valid and shouldn't be put against one another regardless of profit. Because at the end of the day what will matter the most is the story. And boy, what a story it is.

Now, I haven't read the Thor: God of Thunder, but as I was doing research I found one very well written summary and explanation of Thor's arc and his becoming unworthy and I will post a link below, because I honestly feel I wouldn't be doing this comic a favor by describing it without having read it. Which I plan to do in the future, tbh. It's a fantastic prelude to the Mighty Thor (2015 - 2018) that I've come to love. First, I'd like to ask you all to stop hating on the comic without having read it first. It doesn't make any sense and being petty for the sake of being petty won't benefit neither you, nor anyone, really. Now, about the comic itself - the art is magnificent. It's just gorgeous. Mighty Thor isn't , thank all the gods, sexualized, she is pretty buffed and generally looks like a warrior. As it is with the other characters, I dare say. The background truly captures the essence of every world Jane finds herself on. Action scenes are just the right amount and balanced with dialogue well. On a side note, it's pretty funny to read/listen to in your head the Shakespearean English cursive in which Jane talks as Thor. The plot line branches beyond this comic, starting from Thor: God of Thunder and leading to the War of Realms. And it is elaborately built in every issue. You don't know what to expect, yet it makes sense when it happens. Which leads me to the characterizations. My God, what a treat Loki is in this. Clearly, my opinion is kinda biased, since he's my favorite character, but you never know which side he's on. What his motivations are. And it just feels so... Loki. His writing is brilliant. Almost makes me forget what the MCU did to him. Also, he gets some daddy time with Laufey (not as kinky as I make it sound). Frigga/Freyja is just as awesome as in the MCU, even more, at least in the comics she calls Odin out on his shit, who btw is I guess an asshole in every version and universe. Malekith, the main villain, is unbearably despicable, I want to tear every page he is on. He really was mishandled in the Dark World, if you want some true action with the dark elves, you are welcome to enjoy. I saved the best for the end - Jane Foster/ Might Thor. Now, if you think Dr. Foster spends her time boasting about her worthiness and how Odinson is just called Thor, but she is Mighty Thor, you are horribly wrong. She just... does her job. Because the hammer chose her. Because there's no one else to do so. That's it. If you think there's some feminism involved, yes, there sure is, but it certainly isn't the reason Jane became Thor in the first place. It was not the creators going SJW because it's trendy, as such a mindset is honestly offensive to any descent creator with any self respect, but a well thought out story arc, which, I repeat, you have to read the comic to understand. Jane is not at all whiny about the hate she gets in-universe, not only from foes like Odin and who-not, but from Shield and generally people whose asses she's saving. Her having cancer is not something they pulled to provoke sympathy and make her look like a victim - on the contrary, she is a damn hero and a victor. I don't want to give out spoilers, but her being Thor is actually a giant sacrifice that no one really appreciates (both in-universe and in the fandom). She is not Thor to prove she can be, or just to prove "women can be heroes" - she doesn't have to. She is simply needed by the realms and so she does her job, even though she is called a thief, persecuted and generally hated. All that matters is that the hammer finds her worthy - the beauty and simplicity of that fact you will find out, for the last time, if you read the comic.

I'm not making you read the comic or watch Thor: Love and Thunder. I myself don't know what to make of this film yet because there's barely any information about it. I only know it will be based on the comic so that's a reason for my hopes to be up already. On the other hand, since I didn't like Loki's characterization in Ragnarok, I'm not sure what to expect from Taika. There are valid reasons to not like the idea of Jane returning to the MCU as Thor, which you are entitled to. However, reasons such as "why does everything have to be political these days" are not. Because if I had to make a list of everything politically related in the MCU, it would take forever. Steve Rogers kills nazis is the most blatant example. Make of it what you want. But I think we're far enough into the 21st century to realize art and real life are not that separable. It's undeniable that art affects people and that is to say, people everywhere. And they all have different opinions and aren't gonna like everything media is offering to them. And I wish I could simply tell you not to watch the movie but I'm a Marvel fan too and I understand that I can't just take away Thor from you because I want Mighty Thor as well. But none of us can stop Marvel from producing it. So, to quote an image I saw recently, I don't know how to explain to you that you should care about other people. Let the rest of the fandom enjoy what they want to enjoy. Yes, ik I can play around with the tags and avoid posts that unnerve me but, for example, I'm looking up Mighty Thor fanart, which obviously isn't anti-Mighty Thor, yet I get attacked in the comics for anticipating a movie that doesn't even have a full cast yet. Ik I'm not asking for too much when I wish to get the same internet experience (not only tumblr, but also insta, YouTube, Twitter, any site) as the Thor Odison fans, for example. I'm aware I cannot stop all the toxic fans and the trolls but I hope this post has inspired those of you who simply can't envision Jane as Thor, or don't like Natalie Portman in the role, or whatever eles personal preference that doesn't involve political issues and isn't harmful to the community, not to attack every post on your dash with hate. The movie is called LOVE and Thunder, for God's sake. (on a side note, is a franchise that is too afraid to show LGBT characters for more than 1 minute so as to not lose profit from China, THAT politically correct)

Anyway, that was a veeeery long rant, sorry to whoever reads this but, like, please, I put effort into this, hoping this time around I won't be the only positive reviewer of a movie, like I was with Solo: a Star Wars story (yes, I'm still bitter about this), which was boycotted for no apparent reason but was a decent film in reality, and I'm only bringing it up because it has a similar experience to Love and Thunder for getting hate before even being released. I'm not defending a billion dollar company that flopped in box office once, I'm defending the viewer's right to media they are interested in. If you don't like the character, remember - that's your opinion, not a fact that the character sucks. Kudos.

Not very easy to navigate, I advice you to do the research month by month individually for comics you'd like to compare. Also, if you happen to find more reliable data, pls say so in the comments.

Here you have the summary and explanation of the greatness of Thor: God of Thunder, Jesus, I'll go bankrupt if I buy this one too.

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Yes, I want to end the sales dispute once and for all, I'm tired of seeing it on my dash. This guy probably explains it better than I did.

@awesomejenlawrence you said you'd like to read this and I delivered

#natalie portman #mighty thor #marvel #mcu #mcu phase 4 #jane foster #thor odinson #loki #taika waititi #chris hemsworth #thor love and thunder #thor god of thunder #jason aaron #my thoughts #my rants #positivemindset #lovewins

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afangirlwashere · 6 years ago

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Come rant with me about Endgame

So.......... I saw Endgame yesterday and I have some opinions, feelings and thoughts... Also a story about me being an idiot after trying to get home from the cinema but I’ll leave that for a bit later. Anyone who wants to talk about Endgame feel free to hit me up about it ‘cause I got nobody to talk about it with rn.

I’ll talk about the characters a bit more and afterwards, I’ll talk about plot stuff.

So... Thor

I have seen people complaining about what they did to him in this movie. I personally did not expect them to take this route with him but I wouldn’t really say it was completely out of character for him. He lost a lot. And there is no real threat, nothing to really protect for him anymore apart from his people who he feels like he failed. He feels like he failed everyone and at everything and I can understand that feeling veeeery well. And it was nice seeing them actually stick to his new figure and not giving him a stupid montage how he got fit again. No! He was worthy no matter what because it’s what's inside that matters. His hair, beard and glowing eyes 10/10 Kinda sad and mad there was no talking about Loki though... Felt like he should have brought him up somewhere in there. I’m super excited for him to join the Guardians. It’s gonna be a riiide.

Now we can move on to Natasha and Clint

Let me just tell you... The second they started talking about having teams and going for the stones I was like “But Vormir? Who the fuck is going to go to VoRmIr to get the fucking soul stone?! WHOOO?!!!!” and I kind of expected it to be Natasha and Clint. And I kind of expected Natasha to be the one who sacrifices herself because Clint has a family + after seeing what she did for those 5 years it made sense for her character to be the one who sacrifices herself. I did not cry at this death I guess because I suspected it but I was VERY sad. I’m a little disappointed that they didn’t do something similar for Natasha as they did for.... y’know... our boi. I guess the reason I didn’t actually cry could be that when she was lying down there I think she was in the exact same position as Gamora and there has been talk about it that it could mean something (you can watch the SuperCarlinBrothers Endgame review they talk about it a bit) but when I saw her there... It looked just weird man. Like logically she probably would not fall and be in the same position AS Gamora and I got the picture of Gamora just lying down there literally burned in my memory since I’ve seen it like billion times over the past year. The CGI on it was just... It looked weird okay? Otherwise, I was super happy about seeing Clint again. I missed him as much as I will miss Natasha. She did good and she will forever be remembered ❤️ 🧡 💛

Ant-Man a.k.a. my boy Scott Lang

He peaked in this movie. Truly. I had such a good time watching him do stupid shit, be funny but also serious. He’s just always so much fun. Loved him a lot. I was a little confused when Cassie was all grown up I thought it was her mom who was at the door first but then Scott was like “Cassie?” and I was like “OH SHIIIIIIT THAT’S THE KIIIID!”

Bruce... honey...

Don’t have much to say about my boy Bruce. Cool seeing professor Hulk. I really liked the scene where they were trying to figure out time travel. I could relate to him just not knowing what he was doing but doing it anyways ‘cause... same. Also, thank you for doing the snap. Good job.

America’s ass Steve Rogers, Cap, whatever you want to call him

Soooooo... I’ve seen theories of his ending actually like.. before this movie came out. I’ve discussed him time traveling to be with Peggy with my cousin and we both agreed it would have been the best ending and that we would really want it for him. BUT when we discussed it we hit this big thing that would kind of not make sense for his character. BUCKY! He would never leave him be tortured for years and years on if he knew Bucky was alive and that he could actually do something about it. He would want to do something about HYDRA in S.H.I.E.L.D. as well! It’s not like him to just stand around and do nothing. He said it himself that he could not possibly do that. Like many people on the internet, I’m just... Not happy about this thing. Also, did they talk about it beforehand? Did Steve offer Bucky to go with him? Did Bucky say no? If they explain it in the future (they better) I hope that they mention Steve going for Bucky who was still being tortured WHEN he was with Peggy in the past. I hope that we will get Bucky’s and Steve’s talk after he finished talking to Sam. We could potentially get all these answers in the Falcon & Winter Soldier Disney+ show. I hope we do because if we don’t I’m gonna be hella mad. I wanted to shed some more good tears about Steve and Bucky but they didn’t talk... I’m not bitter. Trust me. Not. At. All. (they could have maaaybe cut the scene of them talking because: time) Steve picking up Mjölnir was some good shit. I knew it was him the moment that hammer moved a bit. I got the flashbacks to Age of Ultron and I was like “Is he gonna..... Is it.... It’s..... YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!! IT’S FUCKING CAP!!!” That was truly some good shit we got right there. Also, I was kind of bitter that Steve and Tony never really talked over Civil War. Hail Hydra scene? Perfection. YeAh I know- scene? Perfection. That is America’s ass scene? Perfection. Overall Steve had some great scenes. I just missed the Bucky in them. No real reuniting between them either... I just don’t know man. I wanted more from that. Bucky played a huge part in all three CA movies (one was literally named after him say what) and we didn’t get... anything.

Nebula and Rocket

I was very pleasantly surprised by both of these characters. I hope they’re gonna be a bit closer now that they spent 5 years with each other. Everybody say thank you Mr. Rocket for actually following the plan and getting the stupid fucking stone we needed. Nebula kind of fucked up everything even though it wasn’t her fault. But when she literally killed her old self? I felt that. That was powerful shit. Also loved her and Tony a lot. She’s a great addition to the Guardians.

Gamora

Sweet summer child. Obviously, they set up a plot for Guardians 3 with Quill trying to find her at the end of Endgame.

Carol Damnvers Danvers, Cap Marvel, my lesbian hero

Underused. But I get why. She is truly OP. Her haircut? Thank you Marvel gods? Her meeting Peter? I’ve never related more to Peter in my life because I too would be crawling in dirt and curled up on the ground if I got to meet this queen. AND THEN THE SCENE? THE SCENE WHERE ALL THE MARVEL WOMEN FUCKING STAND UP AND GO AGAINST THANOS?! I felt that. It was really funny seeing Peter get surrounded by all of them. He is protected by the lesbian queens. Also her fucking up Thanos? Good shit. Little sad her and Fury got zero scenes in there.

Wanda motherfucking Maximoff

Another OP women. Loved her to pieces. Seeing her almost rip Thanos apart was truly inspiring. Fucking legend. Get that revenge for your toaster girl.

Falcon

I don’t have much to say about him because there was not much of Sam in Endgame. Loved the “On your left” thing. Great call back to WS. But I wanted to tell you guys something that happened in the cinema that I saw coming. There was this group of boys around 17-19 years old sitting right behind me and when Cap was giving Sam the shield and basically making him the next Captain America.. I think ya’ll know where this is going. These fucking dudes had the audacity to scoff and out loud talk about it like “A black dude is gonna be Captain America? The fuck?” I was trying not to sob in my seat because EMOTIONS and I felt the fucking rage that went through my veins at that moment. I can’t believe people still do this shit. Why, why, why the fuck do you think that it’s not okay? I wish I could go back to that moment and just throw my water bottle in their faces. Assholes. It really ruined the moment for me and I’ll never forget the fucking disgust I felt when I heard that coming out of their mouths. Really wish I told them something but the state I was at... I was just not in the shape for calling them out on their bullshit.

Um.... I feel like it’s time we address the elephant in the room. THEM.

Dad Tony was really fucking me up good in this movie I gotta tell you. The I lost the kid scene? Good shit. (In our subtitles they translated it to “I lost Peter” which was like.... Ummmmm.... kill me nooooow) The I love you 3 000? Good shit. The shit scene? Good shit. The bedtime story? Wish we got some Peter in there but still. Good shit. Any scene with Morgan Stark in it? Good shit. I just need her and Peter bonding in some future movie and I’m satisfied. Anthony Edward Stark really is that bitch, isn’t he? He made time travel happen in like 4 hours.... We love a true legend man. I wish we could have seen him talking to aunt May (that is if she didn’t die in the snap we still don’t know). I just kind of hoped that we could have seen him getting over losing Peter and stuff... even though he never really got over it. I’ve also seen people blaming Peter for Tony’s death??? Umm? How? He did not jump out of that fucking picture and tell Tony to save him. He did not force Tony to care about him. Tony just did because he has a serious issue with adopting sad ki-I just don’t understand how anybody could blame Peter for his death. Tony decided totally by himself. Seeing him go off on the team when he came back from space was... just wow. I felt that. I was genuinely scared of him for a bit. Also how skinny he looked? :) That shit hurted. All of his dialog? Gold. Actual gold. There isn’t a scene in which he did not excel. The talk between him and his dad? That shit hurted. When Peter came on the screen... Man I was WAITING when all the guys from Titan started showing up I was at the edge of my seat like “whereishewhereishewhereishewhereishe” and then when he fucking jumped in there the music got all epic and when he took off the mask he looked so fucking adorable and happy and the hair and ghdakskguarieogs- That was truly the first time I cried in that movie. That is what he does to me. And WE GOT THE HUG FOLKS! Him rambling and being all OwwwO and Tony just looking at him. Cried like a crazy person. I’ve waited for that a long time. And then Peter jumping around and protecting the gauntlet and meeting everyone and Carol and... I just can’t even. He was perfect. It was perfect. But then it happened... The moment Strange gave Tony THE look I knew shit was going down for real. I was crying like a little baby. Seeing Thanos fade away was very satisfactory but right after that seeing Tony just... do THAT. And by THAT I mean fucking DIE. Yeah... Rhodey was the first one at his side and he just kind of pet his head... But then fucking Peter got to him and I- that was truly painful as all hell. Seeing him cry and break down because that’s his father figure, that’s his mentor, that’s his Tony. And now he’s just.... gone. Go watch the Far From Home trailer that’s a lot of fun now :--)))) Pepper telling him that he can rest I- think I never cried more in my entire cinema experiences. When the reactor turned off it was over. I was trying so hard to not sob and be loud in my seat but I actually have no clue if I was loud or not because I was that deep in. Didn’t bring any tissues. That was a mistake I am never making again. The funeral was beautiful. The cheeseburger scene. Great. I actually had a burger yesterday and... It’s the first time I cried over a fucking burger. I still can’t believe it happened. My brain is still not comprehending it. I just can’t believe... I was SO convinced that Cap was the one who’s dying and I was SO convinced that they could not just get rid of Tony. But they did... They did that. It’s the end of an era. Truly. And Morgan is going to grow up without a father now :---))) just end me.. This is fucking hell. I’ve never cried this much in a cinema. Fuck Endgame.

Okay so now I wanna talk about some plot stuff

The time travel I don’t fucking get

Okay but can somebody explain to me how the time travel works? Maybe after I watch it a few times I’ll understand it better. I have some kind of idea how it probably works but I’m still veeery confused. They made such a big deal about returning the stones back to the realities they borrowed them from. Okay. But how did they return them back in the way they were before? The reality stone aka Aether was in Jane Foster, right? Tony, Thor or someone must have figured out a way how to put it in its stone version but can you put it back in Jane Foster then? So that nothing changes? Can you? Or do you have to? How much do we have to follow the rules of how things have been when we return them? Can it be given back in the stone form? Same thing goes for the space stone. It was in the Tesseract. How did they put it back in the Tesseract? Did they have to? How. Does. This. Work? And what about the soul stone? We know that Red Skull is the protector of it on Vormir but he is not the one who put the soul stone in there. So who did? And can they put it back? How did Steve put it back? He couldn’t have just given it to Red Skull right? Then Red motherfucking Skull would have the stone and it would fuck up some other reality. Just like when Loki took the Tesseract. I just don’t exactly understand this. Also if we made a huge deal out of the stones what about Mjölnir?? When Thor took it right before the dark elves attacked? Don’t they have to give it back as well? I get that he took it so that we could see Cap with Mjölnir but.... ???? I don’t remember if Steve had it with him when he was returning the stones he might have but he also had it when he was old sitting on that bench. He could have given it back just like the stones and maybe call it to himself when he needed it (which would probably confuse Thor a bit). I suppose Thor could still call it back when Steve had it in the past but that would mean there were two Mjölnir hammers at one point right? Because Steve went back to Peggy and at that point, Thor still had his hammer because Hella did not destroy it yet AND the thicc dummy Thor hasn’t taken it yet either. So what if he called two hammers? Wouldn’t that be just really weird? Also what happens with that reality where Thanos is dead? It’s 2014 Thanos. I would think they have to put him back as well so that the whole snap can still happen. I’m just super confused with EVERYTHING about this. But the thing that is the weirdest to me personally is old Steve??? Like... Did he time travel from his own reality back to ours with the shield and Mjölnir? Because he couldn’t have been in OUR reality right? The things they do when they travel to the past do not affect the present. No butterfly effect right? Which means Steve couldn’t have lived in OUR reality with Peggy because in our reality Peggy had her own husband, children, and life. So he must have traveled from our reality to the one where Peggy did not have a family yet and then when he wanted to go back to Sam and Bucky he must have traveled from that reality where he was with Peggy back to ours or this doesn’t make any sense. So why did we not see him in the time traveling suit? That must mean in some other reality we have Peggy’s and Steve’s kids but not in ours. So does that mean there are two Steve’s in some other reality? Because Steve is still stuck in that iceberg. IDK man I’m super confused how all of this worked. The stones, the hammer, and Steve.

I hope I made at least some sense in this. I highly recommend you to watch the SuperCarlinBrothers review they talk about some of the stuff I talked about here. If any of you who actually read this whole thing (wow kudos to you) want to chat about it you can message me or something IDK. I have no one to talk about this movie with rn so if you’re in the same situation you can definitely hit me up if you have some opinions, theories, and emotions.

Also the little story I promised.

I went to see Endgame on Thursday and I had to take a train that was leaving around 9:53PM to get back home. There is this park that I have to walk through to get to the road that leads to the train station. It’s basically like at least a 20-minute walk from the cinema to that train station. So I got lost.... in the park. It was dark as fuck in there. I was in a city I barely know, heartbroken over THAT movie and I had to catch the train. In the middle of all of that my mom called me and I was like barely holding back tears because THAT movie, I’m also lost in a dark motherfucking park in a city I don’t know, somebody is laughing loud as fuck in there and the train is leaving in like 15 minutes. My mom later told me that I sounded weird like I was crying or something (which I almost was) I was panicking as FUCK. I eventually made my way out of that park but I did not catch the train. I even RAN to catch it. Still didn’t make it. Had to take a bus to get home. It was a disaster. I also sat outside of my apartment just looking at the dark sky around 11PM and cried my eyes out because TONY. So that was a stressful journey home.

In the end... The movie destroyed me. I’m not sure I am completely satisfied with everything that went down and how it went down but I still think they did a very good job with it. I will forever miss Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff. It will never be the same without them. Thank you for everything.

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