#D.B Cooper Loki

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Stray: Part 10 and Epilogue

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Stray: Part 10

Loki and Frigga sat across from each other in her private parlor. The younger prince was tapping his foot and fiddling with his hair nervously as he asked, “Are you sure she'll be okay? This must all be so overwhelming for her.”

Frigga smiled placidly and reached out her hand to hold her son's, stilling his restless movements. “She'll be more than fine. They'll take very good care of her. You have my word.”

Frigga let the silence settle for a moment before she said. “I'm glad to meet her. Surprised, but glad nonetheless. I can see why you are so taken with her. She has a good heart...a grateful heart.”

Loki sighed, trying to hide the depth of his feelings in front of the one person whom he could never fool. “You've met many of the men and women I'd grown fond of over the years. Is this so different for you?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant as he eased back into his chair, crossing his long legs, and stroking a finger pensively over his lips.

Frigga nodded, “For you, yes. It's very different. Or rather, you are very different. It's never been anything...real...before, has it? I've never really seen you in love before.”

“What makes you think I'm in love?”

“Love...real love...makes us all spill open a little, and I can see it. She has melted some of that ice around your heart. I didn't think it possible.”

“So you've been watching me, Mother?” he said with a smirk, which Frigga mirrored.

“Perhaps, a bit. I thought it best to let things unfold naturally. But I think the time has come to involved myself. Come with me.”

He followed her to a corner of her study, to a golden chest, where she reached in to lift out a glowing golden apple. “Do you love her, my son? Do you want a lifetime with her? Our lifetime...surpassing her own.”

He took a deep fortifying breath. “I do. So much...so much that it feels like a sort of insanity, a madness. Now that I've known her care and companionship, I can't imagine the remainder of my life without her.”

Frigga grinned and her eyes welled slightly, “Then offer her this. Help her become one of us. Help her learn and explore everything your curious minds crave. Have your adventures with your beloved for eons to come.”

Loki smiled, but just as quickly, it faded and he looked down, eyebrows furrowed with worry. “But Mother, what if she says 'no'? What if she refuses me...now or centuries from now? What if I don't deserve her? What if...”

Frigga put a finger to his mouth to silence him, “Loki, that is how love works. You risk, and you trust and you doubt and you fear, for the sake of another person. It's not a tournament to be won. It's a leap of faith.”

Without any further words, but with tears in both of their eyes, they embraced each other tightly as the prince whispered to his mother, “thank you.”

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Loki found his human in lavish chambers, adorned in a fine Asgardian gown, and charming half a dozen ladies in waiting with your disarming demeanor. You were twirling around in the voluminous dress with a big smile, like a little girl. You were startled and blushed a little when you realized he was standing there.

“Whew! You scared me! I didn't hear you coming.”

He chuckled, offering his widest, most charming smile. His heart was bursting out of his chest at the mere sight you. “Apologies, darling. No one ever does. You look absolutely ravishing, my lovely princess,” he declared as he spun you around in his arms. He set you down lightly then held both of your hands in his.

You gave him a worried look. “What...what's wrong. Have you been crying?” you asked gently, holding your warm palm to his cheek.

“Yes. Yes I have, but they are tears of the greatest joy. I have to ask you something very important.”

He gestured the ladies away, leaving the two of you alone. You nodded, and felt the breath stop in your throat. The world came to a stand still as you wondered what he was about to say. Loki's hand gleamed green then a radiant flawless golden apple appeared in his hands. “I want to offer you a bite of this apple. If you eat of it, you will have a life as long as mine, become a goddess by my side for ages as we traverse the universe. I can't imagine a life without you...without your love and kindness and cleverness and care and your laugh and the look of joy and gratitude in your eyes when you I've pleased you. I love you...so much. Will you do me the honor of spending eternity with me?”

Giddy excitement shot up like a rocket within you, making your cheeks piping hot and bringing tears to your eyes as you met his intense ones of aquamarine. “I...I don't deserve this.” was the first thought that escaped your lips.

“Darling...you deserve all of this and more,” Loki said, pulling you close to kiss you warmly and softly, holding your face in his careful elegant hands. “Please, be my princess.”

“Yes...yes....yes! I love you, too. Yes,” was all you could say, breathing out the words over and over again as you nodded vehemently. Loki interrupted this stream of affirmation by meeting your lips again, taking his time to taste you. It would be your last kiss with him as a mere mortal.

When you finally took a bite of that otherworldly golden apple, it was the sweetest fruit you had ever tasted; almost as sweet and divine as the destiny ahead of you, almost as sweet and divine as the god holding you.

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Epilogue

It was a gleaming bright white December morning in Seattle. Rather than rain, ice had dominated every inch of the terrain and snow glistened off the buildings. It was so cold, you thought, but at least it was sunny for a change. As you stood on the balcony of the most luxurious hotel the city had to offer, you were grateful to have this as your final memory of your city (at least for awhile). The sun was shining on you, as bright and fresh as your new life.

In another part of town, a small apartment stood clean and empty, ready for the stories of someone else's life to fill it. A polite letter and the final month's rent were dropped quietly into the landlord's mailbox. All your beloved books, records, and anything else you wanted to hang onto was tucked away, safe and sound, in what Loki called his “pocket universe”. You considered just letting go of everything you owned, pondered the appeal of a blank slate, but Loki dissuaded you. He begged you to keep your records. He wanted to dance with you to the soundtrack of your love's origin story over and over again. He could be sentimental that way.

It felt good to tie up loose ends. You made sure a gracious letter of resignation made its way to Mr. Mullen. Although Loki insisted it was far more polite than what that worm deserved, you were determined to take the high road, and he loved you all the more for that.

The last loose end was your favorite to tie up, and you did so with a big golden ribbon. Janet found a gift and an envelope tucked under the cash register that morning; her name gracing the front in elegant calligraphy. The note was a simple one.

Janet, you are always worthy. You are so young, and I know you're afraid and uncertain, but you will grow and do great things. I know it. I've run off with my prince charming. I hope to see you again someday. All my love. P.S. The gift is something to keep you warm.

Janet read it with tears in her eyes, then she opened the package to find a soft blue scarf. She held it tightly against herself. She was a little startled when her first customer of the day asked her a question, and hurried to dry her eyes.

“Oh! Sir, I'm so sorry! How can I help you?”

She looked up to see the largest man she had ever seen smiling brightly at her as his stunning blue eyes met hers. “I'm so sorry, dear lady. I hope you're not in distress. I wonder if you might aide me in selecting a 'tie'.”

He nodded his head of long blonde hair and took her hand to kiss it.

Janet's eyes went as wide as they could go in shock, and then she giggled uncontrollably, thinking, Jeez, maybe Henry does have a brother after all.

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Loki stepped lightly over to you as he adjusted his tie and smoothed out the crisp lines of his black suit. “Almost ready, darling?” he asked in his dulcet baritone, as he came up behind you to kiss your bejeweled neck.

“Almost. Can you help me with this zipper?” You asked, giving up your struggle with the very smartly tailored traveling dress. It was a dream of soft royal purple that hugged all of your curves well (which delighted your prince). You'd swear he helped you pick out the ones with zippers in the back just so he had an excuse to do this.

Loki came up close behind you and kissed your cheek. As he deftly slid the pull all the way up he said, “Of course, but you know I enjoy sliding you out of this oh so much more.”

You both let out a mischievous chuckle then kissed sweetly, sighing with satisfaction. He helped you into your pea coat, hat and gloves, before donning his own. Opening the hotel room door for you to exit ahead of him, he said with his biggest dimpled grin, “Ready?”.

You nodded and took his offered arm. “Yes, but where are we going?”

As your polished dress shoes clicked down the hallway side by side, Loki slid his other hand in his pocket, holding tightly to a tattered green loop of leather with his name written on it. He felt his heart warm as he said, meeting your eyes, “Wherever you'd like. The sky's the limit, my love.”

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End Note: My dear sweet readers, I can't thank you enough for all of the love and comments and sharing and feedback. And a big thank you to @mischief2sarawr for the idea request. I fell into this story because I really really needed some softness and love and fluff right now. I hope those of you who read this in need of the same thing have found that comfort too. Sending you all of my love and gratitude, Peb.

[gwydpolls]

I am not over the person on one of my Time Travel polls who suggested D.B. Cooper was Loki.

I don't know if they meant the God or the Marvel character, but either way, i am charmed.

[itberice]

Marvel really said: Loki is D.B. Cooper and Agatha is Jolene

[sylkithecat]

TOM HIDDLESTON as LOKI / D.B COOPER

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LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki + @mcuchallenge

Day 5: Favorite Loki’s clothes

LOKI S01 E01: Glorious Purpose

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Re-watching Loki today (because I work from home and also have a problem) and the D.B. Cooper scene gets me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

He's so fucking SUAVE and CHARMING and I MELT.

I desperately need more Doctor Who-style "actually it was ME at this famous historical mystery" stories from Loki.

Did he start the Dancing Plague as an anti-Footloose joke that got out of hand? Did he spend some time as Cleopatra and then vanish when things got dicey? I NEED MORE

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Loki is D.B. Cooper 🤝 Agatha is Jolene

[taw-k]

Anyone else think Loki would've been d.b cooper for Halloween and everyone thought it was just an amazing costume and it's such a coincidence they look so similar.

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Time loops. Repeating cycles. Time is a flat circle.

Here’s why I think Loki S2 is repeating the same episode structure as S1.

Let's go through the similarities between S1E1/S2E1 and S1E2/S2E2.

In episode 1, we have:

S1. Loki runs away from the Avengers

S2. Loki runs away from a Mobius who doesn't know him

S1. Loki meets Casey (at reception after appearing through a Time Door)

S2. Loki meets Casey (in a bay after coming through a large rectangular window)

S1. Mobius is investigating in France, 1549, when an agent comes and tells him Loki has appeared

S2. Mobius is looking at the timelines branch on the chronomonitor when Casey comes and tells him Loki has appeared

S1. Loki makes his way through TVA processing

S2. Loki makes his way through the TVA to reach Mobius, timeslipping as he goes

S1. Loki learns about the TVA through a recording (Miss Minutes)

S2. Loki learns about Kang and Ravonna’s relationship through a recording (a tape)

S1. Loki attends court, Mobius appears and interrupts proceedings

S2. B-15 and Mobius attends the war room (and have to give evidence like a court case), Loki appears and interrupts proceedings

S1. Mobius leads a suspicious Loki away from the courtroom

S2. Mobius leads a distressed Loki away from the war room

S1. Mobius reveals the truth of his life to Loki

S2. Loki reveals the truth of Kang and impeding war to Mobius/everyone else

S1. We see Loki affect human history by being D.B. Cooper

S2. We see Loki affect O.B’s history by talking to him in the past

S1. Loki faces the prospect of his own death (by watching the time theatre screen)

S2. Mobius and Loki face the prospect of their own deaths

S1. Loki runs through the TVA looking for the Tesseract

S2. Loki runs through the TVA looking for a Timestick

S1. Loki is distressed he can’t return to his life on the timeline

S2. Loki is distressed Mobius will die and he will be lost to time

S1. B-15 attempts to prune Loki (and prunes a cart instead) and Loki returns to time theatre

S2. Someone prunes Loki and Loki returns to present Mobius

S1. Mobius asks Loki to help find Sylvie

S2. Loki tells Mobius they need to find Sylvie

S1. We see a glimpse of Sylvie in Salina, 1858

S2. We see a glimpse of Sylvie at McDonald’s, 1982 (branched timeline)

In episode 2, we have:

S1. A hunter (C-20) goes missing

S2. A hunter (X-5) goes missing 

S1. Loki and Mobius go to a ren faire

S2. Loki and Mobius go to a movie premiere

S1. B-15 points out the “variant” sign on Loki’s jacket

S2. Loki points out the collar on X-5/Brad’s neck

S1. Loki and Mobius work together to find out where Sylvie is

S2. Loki and Mobius work together to find out where Sylvie is

S1. Loki attempts to lie to B-15 and Mobius

S2. Loki attempts to lie to X-5/Brad

S1. Mobius sets Loki with a task (to find where Sylvie is from reading reports) and Loki succeeds

S2. Mobius sets Loki with a task (to find where Sylvie is by interrogating Brad) and Loki succeeds

S1. Loki and Mobius have a cafeteria date talking about existential things

S2. Loki and Mobius have an automat date talking about existential things

S1. Loki and Mobius go to a shopping mall to find Sylvie, a mundane average American place. That place is about to be destroyed by an apocalypse.

S2. Loki and Mobius go to McDonald's to find Sylvie, a mundane average American place. That place is about to be destroyed by a bomb (to prune the branch).

S1. Sylvie is not interested in what Loki has to say, sees him as working for the TVA, and wants to remain focused on her own mission

S2. Sylvie is not interested in what Loki has to say, sees him as working for the TVA, and wants to remain undisturbed in the life she has chosen for herself

S1. Sylvie enchants C-20 to find out where the Time Keepers are

S2. Sylvie enchants X-5/Brad to find out how/where/when the timelines will be bombed

S1. Sylvie sets off hundreds of reset charges in various places on the timeline

S2. General Dox sets off hundreds of bombs on branched timelines

S1. TVA agents and Ravonna become aware of the issue

S2. Casey, B-15 and TVA agents become aware of the issue

S1. Sylvie leaves through a Time Door, Loki follows

S2. Sylvie leaves through a Time Door, Loki doesn't follow

There are some differences, of course, but the main moments are pretty similar.

So, I believe that Loki S2 might be structurally replicating S1 to enforce the idea of the cycle repeating and time loops on the viewer.

If this is the pattern and I’m not completely mad (which is always possible), we should see Loki and Mobius spend most of their time together at the World’s Fair in episode 3 (because Loki has chosen Mobius this time around).

How did I reach this conclusion? The idea of doing things again and again was sealed into the Loki S2 trailers.

And loops are coded into several names: Mobius, Ouroboros, but also Loki. In etymology, one of the meanings behind Loki’s name is loops (and tangled webs).

We also know that He Who Remains said, “Kill me and this all just starts again,” (I’m paraphrasing). He told us that time is a flat circle in his monologue, with the shape of the multiverses stacked on top of each other being a flat circle.

Ragnarok in Norse mythology is also a cycle that is doomed to repeat time and time again.

I’m fully fine to be completely wrong with this idea, and I can see that the episodes are not an exact replica, but it had enough story beats and overall length in time devoted to certain aspects (how long it takes Loki to find out where Sylvie is hiding through detective work in S1 versus how long it takes them to interrogate Brad and discover where Sylvie is in S2) and that’s why I consider it a strong possibility.

Only time will tell (pun very much intended).

And I also fully expect to see us go back and repeat things from S2’s episode 1 and 2 in later episodes. We have to see how Loki is pruned; that’s one of a few unsolved mysteries. And something will continue to push the angst over Loki losing his friends and Sylvie exclaiming that everything has fallen apart (again paraphrasing).

[percheduphere]

NEW THEORIES/FANFICTION FODDER

1.) If Loki can control time and thus control the story, then if he chooses to sacrifice himself to save the TVA (his friends), he can also choose to move forward in time after the sacrifice, in which he and all his friends survive... and celebrate over jet skis, bourbon, grilled fish, and pie.

2.) Since it's been implied that Mobius will show up in Deadpool 3, perhaps Mobius will choose to work at the TVA and return to his timeline at the exact hour he would return home from his normal day job. The guy is /struggling/ to sell jet skis. He tried to sell Loki his own, then tried to pitch a sale to B-15. He must be surviving off what's his left of his late spouse's life insurance. Sylvie can help him forge a W2 since she actually knows what one is and likely forged an SSN to work at McDonald's. D.B. Cooper, I mean, Loki and Casey can help by robbing banks for cash. Because screw banks. Okay, fine, this is more my fantasy.

THEORIES CHECKLIST

✅️ Loki God of Stories

✅️ Sylvie motivated to join to save her own timeline

☑️ Time looping; still not sure if the bigger HWR timeloop will prove true

❔️ Loki, Mobius, and Sylvie are the original timekeepers

❔️TVA Key Lime Pie Automat and Hot Cocoa Machine specially built for Mobius

❔️Loki will sacrifice himself and thus break the bigger HWR timeloop

❌️ Mobius = John

[michelleleewise]

Art Request: Loki as a Greaser

Hiiiiii!!!!! These were fun to go through and make!!! I loooooove that movie!! Always have always will!! Lol I hope you like how they turned out!!! And thank you for sending this to me!!! And one.....and two......

(I went with short hair since that was the style, and figured he would pull a D.B Cooper....hehehe)

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Stray: Part 5

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A/N: Happy Halloween, my loves! It's my favorite holiday/month and today I have a tooth-rottingly sweet, sugary, fluffy chapter for you as a treat. But Loki is also up to some of his violent and threatening tricks, so read with caution if that is something uncomfortable for you (not towards our main girl, btw). Trust me. It's wickedly satisfying.

P.S. And enormous thank you to both my long time readers and the lovely and enthusiastic new readers following along. I'm trying my best to keep up with tagging, and engaging as personally as I can, but it's getting away from me a bit as the numbers go up. Please just know that I see and read it all and it really means so much to me and I'm so grateful to you.

Stray: Part 5

The next morning Loki put his plan into action. After his breakfast and cuddle and a fond goodbye from the human, the younger prince returned to his usual form. He stood for a long while in front of the mirror, magicking different outfits and disguises until he finally settled on a perfect one.

He wore a neat blue sweater, a black pea coat, and gray trousers; everything crisp and expensive enough to be impressive and tasteful, but not flashy. Loki noted with satisfaction that the outfit hugged his long athletic body to perfection. He still had to make some concessions to his vanity, after all. He was satisfied, however, it was unnerving to see his face so changed. He labored extensively to perfect a look that would spark familiarity but not give him away, so he settled on his usual face but changed the tone of his skin from alabaster white to a healthy tan. He morphed his longer slicked black hair into butterscotch-golden curls, cut short and styled impeccably into a soft swoop of volume at the top. Although he was still afraid that it might expose him, he kept his Cheshire cat grin and his piercing eyes.

I want that part to be real. I want her to look into my eyes without illusions or deception, he reasoned. Then, with one final adjustment of his watch, a swipe over his jacket and a check of his hair, he magicked himself into the hallway and began the journey to your place of employment...that hideous building with the orange and brown sign reading Mullen's Department Store.

Of course, Loki could have simply magically transported himself there, but he chose to walk for some time in the brisk November air and took pleasure in stretching his real legs. The icy bite of a snowy December would be close on the heels of autumn. He could tell somehow. He always loved the ice and snow and was never quite sure why. The prince thought of winter in this realm with giddy anticipation, mostly because of you. With a smile, Loki thought about how you were always a little chilly, and perhaps this winter he would have the privilege of keeping you warm.

As his long graceful legs waltzed over the pavement of downtown, through the late morning crowds, he realized the novelty of this whole experience. He had never been very nervous before in matters of romance (his charm going a very long way and letting him glide through a vapid love life with ease) but none of it meant anything. None of it was real. Everything was fleeting; just how he liked it so he would never be too bored. He felt a pang of remorse which had never pricked him before, considering that his sweet moral would never treat people as disposable entertainment the way he had.

His feet slowed to a stop under the hulking department store's shadow as the thought needled him; What if I don't deserve her?

Nonetheless, he carried on. He had a plan after all, and there was no time to ruminate. As he parted the glass double doors, a hideous stretch of polished tiles sprawled out before him in display after display of appliances and apparel.

What a horrible soulless place. My poor little mortal is subjected to this each day? I have to find her.

Prince wondered for a moment, when it had become his mortal, his human...not simply the. He was assuming you were already his, but really, he was already yours.

He marinated in these thoughts as he searched for you until he heard the sweet syllables of your name called by a young lady in a uniform identical to yours. Loki watched as the frazzled girl asked you a panicked question about the hulking machine in front of her. He watched, rapt, as you soothed, “Hey, Janet. It's okay. Stop calling yourself stupid. You're not stupid. You're just still learning. I had the same problem at first. Here, I'll show you a trick.” You softly put your hand on her shoulder as you explained patiently. A drawer full of cash slid open with a click and Janet's face lit up with relief as you said, “See! I knew you could do it. Keep going and call me if you need anything else. I'm right here.”

Loki's heart turned absolutely molten as he watched. You had just shown more patience and compassion in a matter of minutes than he had probably shown in several hundred years. He swallowed a little nervous gulp, took a deep breath, and approached you with what he hoped was a casual stride and a friendly smile.

“Hello...Miss?” he said, bending down to catch your eye from where you were restocking gift boxes. When you glanced over, your eyes went wide and several items tumbled out of you arms. With the quickest reflexes you'd ever seen, the handsome stranger reached out his long arms to catch them.

You breathed a deep sigh of relief and then chuckled. “Oh, sir, I'm so sorry! You snuck up on me, there. Thanks for the save. There's glass in these. Would have been a real mess and...” you stroked a hand through your hair and blushed, trailing off. Then you really observed his face and immediately lost your train of thought. He was absurdly handsome and oddly familiar, in a combination that left you very shy and very frazzled.

Finding words after a beat, you said, “Sorry! Rambling...What can I help you with?”

“I'm...um...terribly sorry to trouble you. I seem to have strayed a bit. I'm looking for the menswear department.” He paused to peak his eyebrows sweetly and put his hands in his pockets, stepping ever so slightly closer to you while holding your gaze in a vice grip, “and I'm afraid I need a lady's help to pick out a suitable tie. Would you be so kind as to assist me?”

You just stood there a moment, eyes wide and mouth open like a fish. You shook your head and came back to your senses. “Oh...oh! Menswear is just one floor up and to the left. I'm afraid that's not my department.” You laughed nervously, cheeks aching from your awkward smile, “I wouldn't know the first thing about men's fashion, but Tammy works of there. She's lovely and knows absolutely everything about putting suits together...really good taste...”. You paused your torrent of words to shake your head and still your wildly gesticulating hands. The stranger just listened intently while flashing a stunning, amused grin. He was watching you as if you were the most fascinating creature he had ever met. “Sorry...I'm rambling again. I don't mean to be too nosy, but have we met before? You seem incredibly familiar. Shopped here before maybe?”

Loki quickly realized you were putting it all together. Soon it would dawn on you. His eyes must have given him away, but he saw a solution and said smoothly, “Oh...yes. Yes, I've been by here a few times. I'm sure we've passed each other. You look familiar as well. I never forget a lovely face.”

A pleasant fragrance of mint and pine struck you with a lightning bolt of comprehension, but being a generally sane person you found a logical explanation.

Of course! I was reading that page about Loki. I saw this man around here, and it must have all just seeped into my subconscious...got into my dreams. I guess I ought to thank my brain, because he is stunning. Jesus Christ, how could I forget him? I guess I even remembered his cologne. He seems a little too charming to trust though. Probably complimenting me to get something out of me.

He blinked and looked down at his perfectly polished shoes, setting one finger pensively against his lips. He nodded thoughtfully and said, “Right...One floor up to the left?”

“Yes, sir. And Tammy will be the one to help you.”

Loki immediately discovered that you calling him “sir” had a very particular effect on him, but he decided to tuck that thought away for much much later. The charmer began to feel a little fizzle of panic as you began to turn back to your work. Wasting this chance would devastate him.

“Tammy...right,” he said flatly. “Thank you for your help,” he said with a smooth grin. “Oh...and...one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Would you be so kind as to join me for lunch?”

You just stared, utterly baffled, for a long moment. Trying to process that this had actually just happened. (In fact, about half a dozen of your coworkers were doing the same thing, rubbernecking this train wreck of your social skills with their mouths agape).

You shook off the impulse to follow this man literally anywhere he asked and switched to a more sensible tactic. You asked skeptically, “Forgive me for being blunt...but you don't need a tie, do you?”

He threw his hands up in a gleeful and mischievous expression and declared, “Guilty as charged.”

You giggled at his shamelessness then advised, “Well if you're looking for what I think you're looking for, there are much prettier and more socially graceful shop girls than me around, but I'm very flattered. Don't get me wrong.”

His eyes shot wide open and he put his hands up saying, “Oh no no! Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not that kind of man. I just find you interesting. I promise you, I'd just like to chat. Cafe next door? 12:30?”

Thinking of your pitiful bank account you excused yourself saying, “I'm sorry, but I really can't. I only have 30 minutes and...”

He winked. Jesus...he winked and it made you absolutely melt into putty in his elegant hands. Lowering his voice to a delicious whisper he said, “Come on...my treat. Let's have a bit of fun, shall we?”

Very uncharacteristically and with complete abandon, you answered, “Okay...okay,” grinning and nodding over and over in a cloud of delirious infatuation that carried you through the morning and into your much-anticipated lunch date.

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While you worked as best you could, floating around with hearts in your eyes, Loki was putting his own enamored giddiness on the back burner for the time being. The god of mischief still had work to do and he needed ice in his veins. As he strode off the elevator and into the hallway of the top floor, he was back in his black suit and tie and white shirt, pitch black hair perfectly slicked back; every strand in its right place. He let out a derisive little bark of laughter at Mr. Mullen's locked office door, and the note stuck to it that said “Out of office. Back in one hour.”

Loki effortlessly drifted through the door in a glow of green smoke and settled in; somehow dominating the vast room with his singular presence. He sat, relaxed, biding his time with a tumbler of Mr. Mullen's fine Scotch whiskey. As the morning sun glared through the windows, the trickster donned his sunglasses and summoned an elaborate and very lethal switchblade. He gave a sideways smirk as he flicked it open with a satisfying click and began twirling it in his nimble hand, watching the glimmer of it in the sunshine. The god of mischief despised tedium more than nearly anything, but he was no stranger to patience in the service of a cunning plan. And this...oh this would be a worth waiting for, he mused as he coolly sipped the amber liquid and flipped his gleaming blade.

The door unlocked and a red-faced, balding man shuffled through the door. He squealed and flinched, seeing the tall dark stranger sitting with his legs crossed and feet resting on his gaudy desk. Loki swung his legs down lazily and sat up straight, saying crisply, “Mr. Mullen, I presume?”

“Who...who the fuck are you? This...this door was locked!”

Loki slid off his sunglasses and peaked an eyebrow haughtily in Mullen's direction. Arctic irises skewered the pitiful man as he quipped, “Hah...please. And you, Mr. Mullen, have not earned the pleasure of knowing my name. All you need to know...” he said leaning forward to carefully place his scotch on the desk, and swing his switchblade deftly in his direction, like a conductor's wand, “..is that I am someone very very dangerous. Now...have a seat.”

Mullen, red and shaking, did has he was told and Loki smiled wickedly. Oh, he had missed these kinds of games. It felt strangely righteous to be so wicked, but for such a good reason. He was so pleased to make this man cower in the same chair where he had made his precious mortal feel small and worthless. He had to admit, it felt good to be in his element again, and to use what he knew best.

Loki knew, for example, that nothing makes people squirm and break more easily than keeping them wondering. Often, the longer he stayed cool and silent, the more his opponent's imagination would fill in the gaps of assumption, volunteering their most heinous secrets in desperation. And just as he predicted, the businessman folded easily, jumping quickly upon his own dagger of dread.

The businessman sputtered out, “What are you? FBI...CIA...I was wondering when you men in black would start crawling out of the woodwork to bother me.”

Loki glared, lowering his voice. “Worse, I'm afraid.”

Mullen's mouth dropped open and his beady eyes shone with terror, “My god...you're one of Vinny's men aren't you? I...I told him I was good for it. I'm counting on him for this whole operation...I wouldn't betray...”

Loki tutted and scolded, “Good heavens, no wonder this city is in turmoil! With such abuse of power...dehumanizing people different from yourselves, squashing them under your expensive designer shoes while they toil away...what else could you expect? Narrow-minded idiots...the lot of you.”

The trapped man whimpered and sweated through his suit in ugly patches. He began to blubber something incomprehensible.

The god stood up and stalked towards his victim, knife held deftly up to his lips in a silencing gesture. “Shh. Shh. Shhhh. I'm not here to hear you talk. I am here to tell you what to do. Is that clear?”

The man said nothing, only trembled. Loki brought the blade closer to Mullen's face. “I said, is that clear?”

“Yes...y...yess.”

“Alright.” He smiled maniacally. “See? That wasn't so hard. Now...listen. There was a very clever young lady who came to you yesterday, politely asking for a chance to advance her career and you shooed her away like a stray animal,” he said, growling the last few words.

Loki came closer, propping the knife under his chin and forcing Mullen's eyes to meet his own. “Rude, Mr. Mullen. Inexcusably rude...and it has drawn the attention of an entity you very much do not want to agitate. So, if you would like exit this room intact, you will do the following: you will apologize properly to that young lady, you will give her the chance she very much deserves, and you will not say a word about this meeting to anyone. If you dare to, I will do terrible, awful things to you. Do you understand? Do we have an agreement?”

“Y...ye...yes.”

“Good. Now,” Loki said crisply, then glanced at his watch, “my time is very precious Mr. Mullen, especially today, and I've already wasted too much on you. Maybe if you had given her the time she deserved we wouldn't have to deal with this little inconvenience. Have a nice day,” he said with a wide, menacing smile (more of a showing of teeth than a sign of happiness), as he swanned out of the room.

Now, Loki thought as he walked down the hall with a spring in his step and a smirk on his lips, I have a date.

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[softforloki]

Hopes for Loki Season 2

Really hope that Loki season 2 goes a little into the history of the time periods and places they're going, because they may accidentally stumble into one of my hyper fixations.

Because these guys are at the World's Columbian Exhibition, also known as the World's Fair.

And I happen to know about the World Fair, because it was the ground for serial killer H. H. Holmes, who used the World Fair to target people who came to Chicago to see it. He had a hotel which he literally named The World Fair Hotel to get people to stay there during their visits, and though many accounts are likely exaggerated, it was considered a "Murder Castle". Different accounts describe it as maze-like, with hidden rooms, gas chambers, peepholes to watch guests, and a furnace in the basement where Holmes would burn the bodies of his victims. However, little of this is known as absolute fact, as Holmes was dishonest during his trial and confession, and the hotel was burned by an unknown arsonist and a post office was built in its place.

There's a chance we get something similar to the D.B. Cooper scene in season one where it's a little history lesson for the audience about a not widely known and unexplained crime. I'm really hoping that either Mobius and Loki actually meet H. H. Holmes, or there's a scene where Mobius talks about him a little and is like "okay here's really what happened."

I could go into heavy detail about this man and his crime spree and just how the whole case was equal parts horrific and bizarre, but we'd be here for hours. If you want to know more, here's a quick article I found that covers the case pretty well.

In any case, hyped for season two. Whether or not they go into detail about this specific person, it looks like history nerds are going to be fed well this season with all the time travel that's actually centered on Earth in the past.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Re:Trans!D.B. Cooper- Well, in the MCU, Loki was D.B. Cooper. (It was a practical joke. Thor's idea.)

I mean hey technically Loki's gender is ??????? so!

[magpie-murder]

i don't like the loki show but i will admit. i do find the D.B. Cooper thing hilarious

[darsynia]

Pascal's Wager (Brodinsons oneshot)

Summary: There was no challenge in conquering a primitive, superstitious race. When Thor argues that Midgard has become much more advanced a realm, perhaps even so far as to reject belief in either of their divinity, Loki is intrigued. Then, his earnest oaf of a brother suggests a wager.

Word Count/Warnings: 1,100 | none

Written shortly after watching the first episode of Loki; as a true crime fan I was delighted by the idea of the trickster god as D.B. Cooper, and wanted to come up with the circumstances. @thorfics this is for you!

MASTERLIST | MCU MASTERLIST

Pascal’s Wager: Humans bet with their lives whether or not God truly exists.

It took a thousand years for Loki to find Thor’s favorite of the nine realms interesting enough to bother with. Compared with life on Asgard, Midgard was dull, full of lesser beings with lesser imaginations who had only very recently dragged themselves out of complete mediocrity. What good was conquering a race of filthy, groveling worms when their most lavish palace had no means beyond his own powers to heat it comfortably? He’d visited every hundred years or so and left disappointed in the complete lack of challenge.

Midgard would be his someday, but only once the conquest mattered.

Thor, though… Thor delighted in the accursed place, even back when they were both young and the humans were only just starting to question their long-held ignorance. How ironic that their pathetic consensus grew to exclude magic as something that truly existed, even as an actual god walked among them, imbued with it? Then again, Thor had never been a showman of the sort that would preserve belief in the mystical. His strengths were as grounded as his fancies were not; and when Loki saw that gleam in his eye which signaled a return to Midgard, he simply couldn’t resist.

“Off to your pet planet again, brother? Tell me, how have you been able to resist teaching those squealing sows the means to harness electricity? Doesn’t it gall you to be fawned on by a people who fear the very essence of your power?”

“Not at all,” Thor said pleasantly. He rested a large hand on the balcony column and looked out over the landscape below them, nodding toward it. “Asgard’s beauty is unmatched, but Midgard has a raw excitement that comes from being so young. And you’re wrong-- a good deal of them have access to electricity now. It’s a very different place.”

Loki sniffed disdainfully. “Still far too eager to believe in an all-powerful god who will rescue them from their pitiful folly?”

“Some, maybe,” Thor allowed. “Why? Are you looking for an excuse not to follow through with your childhood dream? Loki, the God-Emperor of Midgard?”

Of course Thor would put it that way. Loki had been quite shocked to discover on his first visit to the wretched place that the glorious culmination of his boyhood goal was so easily achievable as to be practically worthless. Within an hour of his contact with humans, he’d been treated with frightened deference, as was appropriate, but it had all gone downhill from there. Oh, the regional warlord had offered the Lord Loki his humble abode, but it had been humble. No gold to be found, not even gold leaf. None of the chairs had been sturdy. It had been cold and dark, and the act of providing his own illumination had prompted fully half of the assembled crowd to flee in abject terror.

Fear was to be expected, but over proper lighting for a feast? Not that what had been served could be described as such. No, Loki had told his supplicants that they were profoundly unworthy and left in disgust.

“Come now, you know there’s no sweetness in an easy conquest,” Loki said. It was a rebuke. His brother found much sweetness in such a thing, when the fight was about desire rather than dominion.

“I doubt it has been easy for a while, Loki. Midgard is a bustle of technology, primitive though it may be. Tarry too much longer and you may find yourself in need of help to achieve your goals.”

That piqued his interest. “Really?”

“Indeed. I’d wager you’d find it difficult to find even one human willing to believe you’re a god worth bowing to, much less a kingdom’s worth,” Thor said. He strode over and reached for one of the apples in the silver basket at the center of the table Loki was reclining beside. With a quick gesture, Loki drew the apple to his own hand using his magic, conjuring up a squat pine cone of like shape to replace it. Thor grabbed the pine cone and immediately dropped it, shaking his hand with a muttered oath.

“Are you trying to imply I’m too slow?” Loki asked him, biting into the apple. It was sour, the inside rotten, but another infusion of magic concealed that inconvenient fact from his brother.

“I am,” Thor stated confidently. “Your reputation there is thin as rabbit’s blood by now. All they remember are your tricks, your unreliability.” Thor grinned, that characteristic vitality and puppy-like joy shining through his blue eyes.

“You fail to provide one measly harvest after a volcano and suddenly it’s all negative press,” Loki sighed, tossing the rotten apple over the balcony’s edge. “Ahh, well. That just shows I’m willing to punish unbelievers.” He stood and tapped a thin finger on his chin thoughtfully. “You say they’ve advanced, yet still hold to some of the old ways? What about luxury?”

“You’re still sore about the lack of palaces, aren’t you? Should have dropped by a few centuries ago. Opulence and fashion--”

“Human opulence is almost certainly lacking in proper sanitation,” Loki interrupted, but Thor’s eyes were closed, caught up in the memory.

“--low necklines, long skirts, and quite a few disused hallways. There’s worship, and then there’s worship.”

“How stimulating for you,” Loki said. “Before you devolve into describing exactly how you wielded your hammer, are you serious about this bet of yours? Tell me what it entails, I grow weary of your pontificating.”

“You wanted two things, did you not? Subjects who believed in your godhood and fitness to rule, and what? A proper castle from which to rule?” Thor asked, crossing his massive arms. “What say we each try for the first, and once one of us succeeds in gaining followers, the other must furnish the second, paid for with Midgardian means. No magic, no trickery.”

“Come now,” Loki chuckled, spreading his hands out in an amused plea. “That’s hardly fair. You, who cannot properly employ trickery, banning its use? If that’s the case, I’ll set forth an interdiction against feats of strength.”

“You’re saying I cannot build the palace myself, and you cannot conjure it? I accept,” Thor said. “The loser must earn the funds with which to construct his brother’s palace. The Midgardian way. Is it agreed?”

Thor had not outlawed using magic to create belief. The image of his regal brother using Mjölnir to work in a dark, dirty mine was quite glorious.

“It is agreed,” Loki said with a slow, satisfied smile.

[sadunicorn47]

The Savior ~ A Loki x Reader story ~

Summary: Loki's previous trip to earth as D.B Cooper was just a simple prank amongst brother; there was absolutely no hidden agenda behind it whatsoever; certainly was not a way for Loki to take a peek at his so called destined soulmate. Y/N has not had an easy life, and has been hurt by the world way too many times. Can she trust her destined soulmate, or is she too far gone to love and be loved? This story is full of love, heartbreak as well as whole lot of mischief and many talks about past abuse.

Chapter 16: The warmth of Ice

I feel so useless.

I was always 80 steps ahead of everyone, but when it comes with y/n I feel like I am a billion steps behind.

Soulmates are supposed to protect and cherish one another, and so far I am doing a horrible job at this.

I was the reason she got caught by hydra in the first place.

I let myself feel sorry for my fathers ruling, and didn't fight him enough to check if she was actually dead.

I then let my anger lead me to the dark path of Thanos.

Now my lovely y/n is sleeping in my arms, with no powers, after experiencing excruciating pain and I don't know what to do.

It's moments like these where I need mother, she would know what to do.

I brush the hair of my soulmates face and give her a kiss on her forehead.

" I'm sorry y/n , I know i have failed you."

She stirred slowly in my arms and cuddles closer to me, and nuzzled her face under my neck.

She looked so peaceful when she slept, not an ounce of fear or pain in her; a look I dream to see every day in her when she is awake.

Unfortunately the peace did not last long, as she was startled and woke up when my big oaf of a brother came barging in with the loudest voice ever.

" LOKI .. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE"

" reindeer we all tried to explain to him, but he just won't listen."

My brother suddenly pulled me from y/n's tight grip and pushed me against the walls.

" YOU BROKE THE RULES, FATHER IS FURIOUS; HOW DID YOU EVEN USE MAGIC "

Before i could even finish my sentence, someone managed to pull Thor of me and pushed him onto the ground with a strong force.

" Don't ever hurt My Loki again"

I looked up only to see that Y/N was the one who overtook Thor, who was glowing with rage with red eyes I might add.

Tony and I looked at each other with surprise in our eyes.

I was too surprised to the point that I almost didn't fathom the fact that she had called me hers.

My brain was trying to understand how she was so strong, and my heart was well almost in my arse.

" Lady, Y/N your eyes ... I mean Loki broke the rules"

" Loki, saved my life he is still wearing his chains; if you actually asked him instead of using your strength you would know."

My beautiful y/n's eyes glowed even more red and I could see her body wanting to attack Thor again; I grabbed her from behind and hugged her.

" Darling, I'm okay it's just a brotherly fight ; Thor would never actually harm me."

I could feel her tense body calm down from my touch and then she looked at Thor who was on the ground with a confused look.

" Thor.. I am so sorry... I I don't know what came over me."

" y/n I think it's time to take a quick trip to the lab.." Stark said.

Y/N nodded hesitantly and I grabbed her hands and then we all followed Stark down to the lab while I quickly helped Thor catch up with everything that has been going on.

Thor apologized and looked at me with a sense of pity at my circumstances.

Despite how I have despised my brother the last few years I was happy to have him here with me because honestly I just feel incredibly lost.

As we came closer the lab, the tighter the grip my soulmate had on me, I could hear her heart pounding a little bit faster and that's when I remembered that she may be scared to go down to the lab.

I stopped walking, and everyone stopped as well.

" Can you guys give us a second? We will catch up with you." Thor and Tony got the hint and moved forward

" Darling.. I know how scary this may be for you, but know that I am not leaving you and that I will get James too to make you feel safe. Also if it is too much for you know, you don't have to go. You have a choice."

Her eyes watered and she hugged me tightly.

" I don't deserve you Loki."

My heart broke... how could she even think that?

It was I who was undeserving of her. An evil Freak like me should not have someone so pure and kind.

" Darling... how can you say that.. you deserve everything good in this life, and I .. am not even the best."

" I am a Freak Loki, ever since you have met me it's been a cycle of weird and odd days."

" I wouldn't replace a moment with you for the world."

" You don't get it"

" Then help me understand."

" You deserve a normal girl who is not damaged goods."

I was angry.

I wanted to destroy everyone who contributed to my soulmate thinking about herself that way.

" You think you are a freak?"

She nodded

" Darling.. i am the only freak here." I said as I transformed into my Jotun Form.

She gasped and looked up at me as I grew taller in my Blue Skin.

" I told you I was a freak... this is what damaged goods actually looks like."

Y/n went in and hugged me tighter this time.

" I love you in every form Loki."

Never did I imagine that I would feel such warmth in my heart in my Icy form.

~AUTHOR'S  NOTE ~

Hello again✌️

I know I haven't posted in a while.. doing my masters degree soo well it took some time , but I am back baby