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k-nayee · 1 month ago

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Wife to the Winds Epic: The Musical | iii

wc: 1.8k a/n: turned into 4 instead of 3 parts lol. Here's the animation for this part

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Your hand flickered down to the weight in your satchel. With trembling fingers, you rummaged through it.

A Lotus fruit and bundle of dried Nepenthe and Poppy herbs are pulled out the bag, now in your hands. 'Please Gods....please. This has to work...'

You pressed against the cold stone wall of the cave as Polyphemus' voice boomed, shaking the very earth beneath your feet.

From your hidden position you could see Odysseus standing tall even when facing such an overwhelming force.

"There seem to be a misunderstanding," His voice was steady, though you could hear the weight of strategy in every word. "We never came here to steal nor kill what is precious to you."

The conversation was enough of a distraction. And so, while all eyes were on the Cyclops and Odysseus, you seized the moment.

You carefully slip from your hiding place, your eyes locked on the jug of wine sitting nearby.

Using a passing sheep for cover-up, you crept low across the stone floor until you reached it.

Your fingers shook as you uncorked the jug, working quickly despite the adrenaline coursing through you.

With a practiced hand, you pull out the bundle of Nepenthe and Poppy, crumbling the dried herbs into the wine.

You pause at the sight of the Lotus Fruit before quickly squeezing the juice into the mix as well—hopefully it would make him more susceptible to the mix.

As you finished, Odysseus raised hand in a placating gesture. "But now I see the damage we've caused. Maybe you and I can make a deal?"

This was your cue.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and walked out from behind the sheep with the jug of wine cradled in your arms.

A soft smile spread across your lips as you called out to the Cyclops.

"Great Polyphemus!" voice laced with awe, your footsteps were light and graceful as you approached. "Forgive my interruption but I could not resist the chance to gaze upon such greatness. At last I find you in all your glory."

Polyphemus' anger faltered, his fiery gaze shifting toward you, massive eye narrowing slightly.

You approached slowly, keeping your movements reverent. "I have been searching for you," you lower your eyes and bow your in show of humility.

"I have heard tales of your strength and power, Son of Poseidon. No mortal can stand against you. Not even these men," you add, casting a glance at Odysseus and the others. "They are beneath you."

The men stirred at your insult, muttering among themselves. Even they seemed to believe your words.

Polyphemus however was intrigued. The light in his eye softened slightly as he observed you, taking in your visage and apparent devotion.

You lift the jug of wine higher, offering it to him. "As a token of my loyalty, I bring you this—wine from distant lands. It is said to have the power to rejuvenate even the mightiest of warriors. One sip, and you shall possess the strength to end them all in a blink of an eye. You needn't waste your time with mere mortals."

You felt the weight of Odysseus' men staring at you in disbelief. You ignore them, focusing only on Polyphemus.

"Knew she was too good to be true!" one of them hissed. "Should've thrown her overboard when we had the chance!"

Hostility simmer as some of the men stiffened, fists tightening around their weapons. Even Eurylochus glared at you with mistrust.

Polyphemus grinned, yellow jagged teeth glinting in the dim light. His ego was clearly pleased by your flattery.

"YOUR WORDS ARE AS RADIANT AS THE FACE THAT SPEAKS THEM." he rumbled, leaning closer. His breath washed over you, foul and warm. "TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"

"I am nobody," you said smoothly, holding his gaze. "Nobody...but a humble servant for thee."

A flicker of understanding passed through Odysseus' eyes. He caught your gaze for a brief moment and you saw the gears turning in his mind.

His lips twitched.

His gaze hardened as he gives a slight, almost imperceptible nod—just enough to show he was on your side.

He trusted you. And that's all that matters.

Polyphemus chuckled. "NOBODY, YOU SAY? THEN NOBODY SHALL SERVE ME. COME CLOSER, POUR THE WINE."

You suppress the shudder crawling up your spine and force your feet to move closer as the Cyclops extends an enormous hand toward you.

For a brief moment the overwhelming stench of him—the musk of sheep, sweat, and earth—fills your senses. It nearly made you gag.

But you keep smiling, even as your hands began to shake when he takes the jug from you.

Slow and deliberate he raises the jug to his lips and take a long drink.

You fought to keep the anxiety from showing on your face, hoping the herbs and lotus fruit in the wine would work.

"AH...STRONG, THIS A FINE WINE." His eye fluttered with a contented sigh as he lick his lips in satisfaction.

"PERHAPS I WILL KILL THEM SLOWLY, JUST TO HEAR THEM SCREAM," Polyphemus muses, more to himself than anyone else. But the momentary distraction gives Odysseus an idea.

"BUT YOU..." He continues, glancing down at you, voice lowering with a hint of possessiveness. "YOU SHALL REMAIN BY MY SIDE AS MY WINE-BEARER. I WILL KEEP YOU TO ADMIRE FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE."

Your stomach churned at the thought—blood running cold at his words, but you kept your sweet smile fixed.

"No!" Odysseus declares stepping forward, his voice rising with protest. "You can't take her!"

The call of defiance took the Cyclops aback. "OH?"

"She's mine. And if you intend to claim her then I demand a fight. Surely a warrior such as yourself knows not take what belongs to another without challenge."

A collective gasp ripples through the men as they stare at their captain in disbelief.

Polities grabs Odysseus' arm, pulling him back with panic in his voice. "Captain wait! You can't—!"

The King of Ithaca shrugs him off, his eyes never leaving the giant.

Polyphemus blinked in surprise before releasing a booming laugh. "YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME MORTAL? A FIGHT AGAINST YOU WOULD BE CHILD'S PLAY."

Odysseus raised his chin with a steely gaze. "I'm willing to take that chance. Let her fate be decided by strength."

The son of Poseidon grinned at the Hero's audacity. "VERY WELL. LET US SEE WHO IS THE STRONGER."

"AND WHEN YOU FALL..." He grabbed his massive club, the sound of it scraping against the stone floor sending shivers down your spine. "I WILL CLAIM HER AS MINE."

But Odysseus stood his ground, hands loose by his sides with a calm expression.

With a low growl Polyphemus lifts the club. But as he prepared to swing, his movements slowed.

He blinked sluggishly, confusion clouding his face as it began to glaze over. The massive club wavered in his hand.

"WHAT IS...THIS?" he slurred, voice thick and heavy. His lidded eye shifts back to you, suspicion dawning too late.

He staggered, the weight of the club suddenly too much for him to bear. "WHAT...HAVE YOU...DONE....?"

Your heart race as the adrenaline coursed through you.

His enormous body swayed as he tried to keep balance. His grip on the club faltered, clattering to the ground with a deafening thud.

Polyphemus clutch his head as his body struggled against the effects of the spiked drink.

Odysseus wasted no time. "Now!" he barked.

In a flurry the Ithacan warriors rushed forward. You watched as they grabbed sharpened stakes and rushed into the Cyclops' single unguarded eye.

Polyphemus released a bloodcurdling roar, the sound shaking the cave walls as he thrashed in agony.

He staggers back, howling in pain, before collapsing with a thunderous crash. Defeated.

Odysseus was at your side in an instant, his eyes sharp and gleaming with pride. "Let's go. Quickly."

You didn't need to be told twice.

You scrambled to the entrance with the men, dragging the spoils of food and sheep along as you made the escape.

Once outside the cool air hit your face like a blessing. You were alive. All of you had survived.

When you finally emerged back onto the shore, the sight of the awaiting ships filled you with relief.

The men were abuzz with energy, laughing and cheering now that they were free of the giant's clutches.

Those who stayed aboard crowded around with cheers as they helped haul sacks of food and provisions on deck—enough to sustain the journey ahead.

You followed behind the last of the group, watching Odysseus make his way up the gangplank.

But just as he stepped onto the deck he was immediately met by two men—Lycus and Alexander.

The pair looked uneasy, their eyes darting nervously between each other as they shuffled toward him.

Pale-faced, they wrung their hands anxiously and avoided eye contact with their captain.

Odysseus halted with slightly furrowed brows as he glanced at them. He said nothing.

Lycus shifted from foot to foot, voice trembling as he tried to form the words. "C-captain...w-we...uh...we may have..."

"Lost..." Alexander finished, the word barely a whisper as it left his lips.

The King of Ithaca remained silent as he waited for them to explain further.

Both men looked like they were about to buckle under the pressure. Lycus stammered, trying to find the right words. "W-we um...we uh...might have—"

You slid into view from behind Odysseus with a bright smile.

"Huh?" you asked innocently, tone light and playful as though nothing unusual had happened.

Both men froze with wide eyes at the sight of you standing there unharmed and cheerful.

They blinked rapidly, looking between you and Odysseus in disbelief.

Still facing the two men Odysseus only gave a slow confused blink and raised eyebrow.

He glanced back at you for a brief second, then returned his attention to Lycus and Alexander, silently waiting for them to finish their explanation.

"W-what was that?" you mockingly added, your smile never wavering as you watch them squirm.

"N-nothing!" Lycus blurted out before looking to Odysseus in slight panic. "Nothing at all sir!"

"Y-yeah nothing Captain!" Alexander echoed, nodding frantically in agreement. "Everything's perfectly fine!"

Odysseus tilted his head slightly. Though his expression was neutral, a flicker of amusement glinted in his eyes.

Without saying a word he give a curt nod, dismissing them with a simple gesture.

Lycus and Alexander didn't waste a second—they quickly stumbled out of sight, muttering hurried excuses.

As they fled, Odysseus turned back to you. He crossed his arms over his chest as he regarded you with a knowing look. "Well...care to explain that?"

You met his gaze with a grin and offer a casual shrug. "Your guess is as good as mine."

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tyrantisterror · 3 months ago

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No Small Feat Art Pt. 9 - The Bonus Bosses

By request, I’m gonna show off some of the artwork for No Small Feat, a Midgaheim story my friends and I told through the TTRPG system Fabula Ultima. I drew a lot of characters and monsters for it, and my friends - in particular, @dragonzzilla, @scatha5, and @dinosaurana - helped line and color them so we’d have cute little sprites to use on our online battlemaps, which really helped sell the whole “we’re playing an oldschool turn based RPG” vibe that Fabula Ultima’s system is going for.

Before we cover the last two arcs, we're going to look at the Bonus Bosses - optional encounters I placed in the game to give my characters more of a challenge and some additional story if they so desired, which they did!

Bleak Annis played an important role in starting the story, and our heroes realized that if they wanted to truly know what was going on with both the greater conflict and their own personal arcs, they'd have to meet with her. That was easier said than done, though, as before they could find Bleak Annis, they would have to prove their worth to the wicked witch's coven. So they sought out Peg Prowler, Nelly Longarms, and Jenny Greenteeth, three other famous witches from British folklore who are in the same league as Bleak Annis herself.

During their first trip into Fairyland, our heroes stumbled upon a huge and terrifying prison. Locked inside was a Fomorian, a fairy being of such terrible arcane power that its very presence could corrode reality should it escape Fairyland. Worse, the Fomorian's prison was weakening, and should it break free, the gang would have a much worse problem to deal with than the succession crisis and its supernatural side effects that they were already struggling to end. So, like good RPG players, they level grinded by playing the main plot a bit, then went back and killed the fucker when they had enough levels and endgame-worthy gear to do so without too much fuss.

The next bonus boss they saved for later was Katastrophi, a mountain ogre who Prince Goligaunt claimed was his aunt (though perhaps that was more in an honorary sense than a biological). She scrapped with them for a bit to wake herself up fully, then let our heroes go on friendly terms before climbing up the tower to give her punk nephew a good talking to.

Then our heroes went off to chase a sidequest they'd been given a while ago, seeking out the Elemental Masters of the mortal plane: the Royal Ruhk, an enormous eagle who displayed supreme mastery of wind magic; the Sharp Humped Behemoth, a mighty beast who was unparalleled in its domination of earth magic; the Jasconius, a colossal leviathan whose rule over water magic is unquestioned; and the Great Red Dragon, a master of all four elements to be sure, but whose supremacy over Fire magic was mightiest of all. The four masters put our heroes to the test, and rewarded them with materials to make some masterwork armor and weapons to take them through their final arcs of the story. But there was one more bonus boss, the master beyond masters.

The final master and bonus boss was none other than Death Himself - well, a death at least, and specifically the one who had acted as Guard Father and benefactor of Kaboldt von Hubert's grandfather. Foreshadowed in arc 2, Death made his proper appearance much later, and made sure our heroes were truly ready to stop Maelys and reforge the crown of Engelsex.

#No Small Feat #Midgaheim

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fluffyfantasticducky · 2 years ago

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Admit it

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki likes you, more than he's liked anyone before, you make him laugh, you intrigue him and he's very comfortable around you, but proud as he is, he won't admit it. So when it turns out you already knew, will he be up to it and confirm it?

☆ Word Count: 4,902

☆ Notes: Loki is in denial about his feelings, as he does.

☆ Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Angry drinking, drunken confessions.

Loki was a lot of things, a liar, a trickster, a warrior, a sorcerer, a jester, a prince, a god, a hero, once even a villain. His current title, an Avenger... Ironic, really. How just a few years he had tried to kill every single one of them, and now he was part of the team. Although, he could argue that he’s the reason they finally got together in the first place, so it was only fair that now redeemed, he’d be allowed to join the famous team that once (thankfully) stopped his attempt at invading Earth.

Because this way he got to meet you.

You, oh Norns, you. Where could he start? You had been born different, to put it simply, as in you were part of the human population with special traits. Back then, Loki’s most remarkable human was a man with strength and anger issues formidable enough to scar him emotionally. Nowadays, there were sorcerers that could compete with Asgard’s finest, artificially made sentient and intelligent beings, and people with remarkable abilities that came from birth. Like yourself.

You were what Midgard had been addressing as a mutant, which essentially meant that you were born with special abilities. Some had super speed, some had laser eyes, other had super strength or like in your case, could make your way into people’s mind to take peeks into their thoughts. Funny you did not end up in that super school for mutants.

No, you had made your way into the rank of trainees for Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. And... somewhere else, but that was subject for another time. You were in a weird in between point right in the middle, you weren’t just a mortal in a suit, but your abilities didn’t stand out as much as for instance the reality warping witch. Not that you minded, quite the contrary, actually.

You were quite a peculiar individual, on one hand you were a very shy and closed off person with most people, you mostly spent your times in the Avengers Facilities you hardly went outside and when you did it was very task focused, meaning if you went shopping you went to get the things you needed and came back, if you were going to meet someone that’s all you did, it was rare you went to stroll around the city or went to big events just because. When brought up, you argued it was simply because crowds meant lots of thoughts and it gave you headaches.

On the other hand, inside the Compound you were bright and bubbly, always friendly and looking seeing you alone was rare, either spar training with Barton, Romanoff or Rogers, assisting Stark and Banner, cooking with Wanda and her tin-man fiancé maybe playing videogames with the young Spider boy and the other Maximoff twin, hearing Thor’s stories, even volunteering to babysit Barton’s youngest child and Stark’s daughter. And... even Loki got his quality time, mostly reading in the library or during training when your schedules aligned. But... for some reason, you seemed to look for his company a lot.

It startled him at first, you approached him once, with a friendly aura he had never seen before, you smiled happily at him asking him to go with you downtown for a coffee. He was going to decline but when he opened his mouth, what came out was...

“Of course. Let me grab a coat...”

You seemed just as surprised as he felt, but your expression quickly shifted into a happy and comforting smile.

“Alright, should I wait for you here?”

He felt his lip curling up into a smirk. Without breaking eye contact, he flicked his wrist and under the sizzling green light he was so familiar with, his black long coat and glasses were conjured on him, as his appearance swapped, his hair turned shorter and brown as beard grew on his face. Your eyes widened big like plates as a soft blush appeared on your cheeks.

“Ready when you are, dove” he smiled, offering you his arm for you to grab.

Your flushed face, staring at him, scanning him.

“A gentleman and a magician, color me impressed” you smiled.

“Oh, no you little mortal, I’m much more than your cheap street wizards” he replied.

“I can see that” you admitted, “but I think I like your hair black.”

He didn’t admit it, but that had been a lot of fun. The conversation had been lighthearted and while at first you had struggled to find common ground, given you both came from very different backgrounds. But once it turned out you had a shared interest in theater and books, you had a nice place to start a conversation.

Then it went on for a while, talking about life and missions, and whatever came to mind. Loki couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so much, but you seemed to know exactly which buttons to press and how. By the time you had arrived at the coffee shop he had a slight stomachache.

The coffee on its own was so insignificant that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember what he ordered that time, but he could recall that conversation no matter how much time it passed.

He had been completely immersed in the conversation, that he hadn’t noticed when the sun set. And the walk under moonlight was even more pleasant, the temperature went down, making you shiver and hide under his arm and coat for extra warmth. It was... scaringly pleasant.

“Doesn’t it bother you that we look like a couple?”

“Given my reputation on earth, rumors of a partner is the least of my concerns,” he shrugged, “just enjoy the warmth.”

“How are you so cozy if you’re a frost giant anyway?” you teased him.

“I’m a magician, remember?” he grinned, “I have many tricks up my sleeve.”

“Yeah,” you said, deviously, “me.”

He never expected the fingernails scratching his upper arm.

“Hehey!”

“Ticklish much?”

“Don’t be foolish” he spat out defensively.

“Loki... I felt the panic ringing like an earthquake alarm” you giggled tapping your temple.

“You’re delusional”

“And you’re ticklish, deadly based on how badly you’re trying to deny it.”

“Very funny.”

“Thanks.”

That was a first, usually, when Loki got a jab to his pride, the other person got a jab to the stomach with his daggers. Loki wasn’t one to take teasing lightly, but it felt inoffensive, like sure, it was meant to get on his nerves, but he couldn’t help but smile at you.

That’s the first time he had a nice time being teased and not just teasing, the warmth on his cheeks felt somewhat comforting. No one had ever felt so easy-going, not fearing his god or royal status or using him as a steppingstone to get to Thor or his parents, not even trying to make him angry, just plain fun.

The rest of the night was just as lovely, it was like none of you wanted it to end, so you prepared tea and chatted in the living room until late hours, when Wilson came to scold you both for not letting him sleep enough and risking his energy for his morning jog and not going to hear the end of it and blah blah blah.

From then on it was getting to know each other.

Thor got to tease him because now it was Loki filling your day with Asgardian stories. But you’d defend him saying you enjoyed listening to both talk about Asgard. Somehow, you always made the brothers get along. Thor talked about his parties and friends, while Loki narrated the most exquisite pieces of Asgardian literature, recited poetry, and made you laugh until you cried with every prank he ever played on Asgard. Both could talk for hours about their battle anecdotes, night could fall, and they would still be arguing about how events went down while you listened somehow not getting tired of the brothers’ antics.

Training was another place you got to know each other better.

“You sure you want to fight me, little mortal?” he teased you, “Is not quite a wise decision.”

“I’ll take that risk” you replied with a wink that made Loki feel more things that he’d ever admit.

You circled around the training mat for a few minutes, and that’s when Loki got his first to see your powers in action. You weren’t particularly strong or fast. But your mind reading gave you a heads up of every attack, so Loki had a hard time landing a blow. You, on the other hand, got to hit him a couple of times, not that it caused him any harm... well, other than his ego.

Later on, Loki learned why he had trouble fighting you, Roger and Romanoff had designed your fighting style to be evasive and adaptable, focusing on compensating your lack of physical strength with good reflexes and responses. Although rather than making him angry, it made him admire you, and want to learn to fight you.

That made you soon be sent in teams for missions together. Loki’s illusion and deception mastery to infiltrate you both, and your powers to extract intel without even needing to engage in direct conversation.

“Alright darling, I’m on my way to the servers, did you get the code?” Loki asked through the communicator.

“Not yet, I have yet to find O’Donnell, he was supposed to be in tech develop but the room empty, they said he went for a coffee break” you whispered back.

“Yeah, what kind of idiot just stops everyone if they’re not caffeinated enough?”

“Ah, that’s low, that’s hurtful.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait!” you whispered, indicating Loki you had found him, “Professor O’Donnell!”

Loki slowed his pace to pay extra attention to what he heard over the com, you should be alright given Loki’s illusions were unbeatable, he made you look exactly like the general in command on the central. Your word was meant to be unquestioned, Loki himself chose to appear as another lab attendant, mainly to not stand out. But he still held his breath as you interacted with anyone, as low as it was, risk to getting caught was not zero.

“Yes, General?” the investigator asked.

“Are the reports ready?”

“Ah, yes, they are almost done General!” the other voice said. “They should be done later on tomorrow!”

That was a problem, you needed a trigger a certain train of thought, and he was derailing from the subject. And Loki was already by the hall, just a few meters away from his destination.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” you said.

With the illusion over you, your voice sounded deep and intimidating. Loki stopped by a corner to hear, his breath stopping as he felt eyes on, looking at him weirdly for standing by the door.

“Maybe I can stop by later by your office to see some advanced and get some work ahead with what’s already done. Would that work for you?”

Bingo.

“Ah, o-of course General!”

“Alright, I’ll try meeting you after your break.”

Loki soon heard footsteps, detecting your pace extra rushed and a close door.

“1-9-9-3” Loki heard.

Loki walked to the door, and typed in the code, which opened with a beep!

“Took you long enough” Loki teased you.

“Sorry, he focused on the work, I had to bring him to the office, so he’d think of the code”.

“Right, but I got dirty looks for standing by my own door like an idiot.”

“Not all of us are masters of manipulation” you whined. “Just get the data and meet me outside.”

You seemed to be an unbeatable team.

Loki felt comfortable around you. With time, comfort turned into friendship, which eventually turned friendship into fascination. He just loved learning about you, training and improving together, sharing secrets, developing inside jokes and codes that only you two understood, and he loved hearing you laugh.

And soon, Loki couldn’t stand being away from you.

“Darling, I’m thinking getting a drink by that coffee shop we like, would you like to come?” he asked, leaning on your door frame.

“A-Ah... sorry Loki-Doki, I can’t right now... This report is taking me longer than I thought” you declined as you stretched on your chair. “How’s yours going?”

“I haven’t finished either, turns out you can’t stretch much of infiltrating an auction without dozing off” he shrugged, and smiled at your shock, “I was hoping some coffee would wake me up.”

“I don’t know, Loki... I really don’t want to come back to work on this.”

“Come on, love” he insisted, “It’ll be my treat.”

You thought about it, and Loki felt a delightful warmth running through his chest when he saw the smile reluctantly make its way on your face, your resolve breaking under the tempting offer.

“And maybe a big cookie...?” you asked innocently.

He flicked his wrist making his body be engulfed by his magic, to transform him into his now recurrent disguise, it was subtle, but it was impressive what changing his hair to short blonder hair and a beard did to conceal his presence.

“Is there any other way to have coffee?”

The whole walk you protested, calling Loki a bad influence and fearing you wouldn’t be able to finish in time unless you pulled an all-nighter, and how you couldn’t comprehend how Loki could be so chill about not handing it over in time. Loki just laughed at you whiny rant only making your cheeks reddened as you continue scolding him for laughing at you about something so serious.

You had already arrived at the coffee shop and ordered while Loki went to save a seat for you to keep chatting and drinking while you chatted.

“Thanks for treating me this time, darling” Loki said as you handed him his cup, “but next time I’ll be the one to pay.”

“It’s okay, I just needed something heavier to work tonight” you groaned as you took a big sip of your coffee.

“It’s just a report, love” Loki reminded you, “they won’t kick us out if one of their 18 reports they’ll get anyway.”

“No, they won’t kick you out!” you snapped, “you are worth keeping. I’m just a low-tier mutant.”

“Ah, right, because there’s so many of them around, willing to work for good and keep up with S.H.I.E.L.D.’s demanding regime and lifestyle.”

“There’s more of us than actual than a god magician prince, it’s just the trifecta of «we must keep him! » and that’s without mentioning you’re the little brother of one of the 6 Og Avengers! They’d be insane not to keep you regardless of what you do!”

“Like going rouge and trying to conquer Earth... again?” Loki said flatly, “Half of the time, I can’t tell if they actually want me to be here, or if I’m just being contained to be able to prevent, I plot against Midgard. I’m not an Avenger, I’m just a high-class prisoner.”

“Shut your mouth, because that’s not true, Loki” you shushed him, placing a finger on his mouth, “I know that’s not true.”

Loki gave you a weird look, you were very touchy with everyone in the Compound, but, in the Compound, you weren’t one to be so physical in public.

“I’ve asked everyone in the Compound what they think of you, and... they say they like you, but...”

A waitress interrupted you to bring the freshly out of the oven jumbo chocolate chip cookies, which you thanked her rather loudly and kept on staring at the spot where she had stood, after she had gone back to work behind the counter.

“But...?” Loki inquired, getting your attention back.

“But what?” you asked innocently.

It was then that Loki noticed the pink tint on your cheeks.

“Do you feel alright, sweetheart?”

“Yes, of course... what was I talking about?” you said, grabbing your cup with sloppy hands

“... They said they liked me...” Loki reminded you, wary of your moves.

“Ah, right, right, right!” you said. “But I wasn’t satisfied, so I peeked in their minds, and they thought they could trust you when you first joined, but they think trusting you was the best decision they ever made, because you’re quite a softie.”

“A softie?!” Loki gasped indignantly.

“Yes, cute right? They think you turned into a softie, but I think you’ve always been, but we broke down your defenses, and you actually like us too...” you said before bursting into giggles.

Loki just denied such claims, watching you giggle and laugh as his anger quickly subdued to curiosity and concern with your current state.

“You are though! Like when you helped Peter with his literature by translating old Asgardian novels for him. Or how you gifted Clint and Kate an old set of bow and arrow made by the dwarves...”

Loki rolled his eyes as you kept listing things Loki had done for everyone, while he looked at you drag words, your silly mood, your pink cheeks, and clumsy motions... He knew these symptoms.

“Hey! That’s mine!” you yelled as he grabbed your cup and took off the lid to sniff the drink. “Don’t drink it!”

The smell was faint compared to what he knew in Asgard, but this was undeniably alcohol.

“Sweetheart, what are you drinking?”

“It’s Irish coffee, it’s very bitter...” you pouted.

“This is alcohol,” Loki asked severely, “why on Earth would you drink something like this?!”

You shrunk in your seat like a kid at his scolding, making Loki’s heart ache. He didn’t like seeing you upset, but this wasn’t normal behavior, much less from you.

Loki had only seen you this drunk once before. You had been like this, angry and pressured to push a limit. You had been in an awful mood the whole day, and by the night, you sneaked to the drinks cabinet and drank down half of a wine bottle by the time Loki found you. And just like now, you had gone from angry and stressed to giggly secret-spilling, with the mindset of basically a toddler, that’s how he had learned his brother like doing karaoke nights to cheesy pop songs on dorky Midgardian pajamas and frog feet-shaped slippers and that Stark had Captain America trousers.

But he knew that angry drinking wasn’t a healthy habit, especially on you, who angry drank without pacing or measuring yourself, so you got very drunk, very quick.

“But yeah, we all adore having you around Loki” you babbled “and I agree with Thor, you’re his favorite, you know?”

Now that he didn’t expect, you weren’t much to talk about your feelings. But hearing that made him melt. You were trying to assure him that even his brother loved him, but the implication that you liked him as well made him stupidly happy.

He just smiled and grabbed your hand.

“Come on, love” he said gently, “Let’s get you home.”

Soon he realized you were drunk beyond what he had seen you, you could barely stand up, so with a sigh, Loki kneeled to let you climb on his back giving you a piggyback ride. You shyly accepted given you were not gonna be able to walk on your own.

And it turned out rather nice having you against him with your arms around his neck, you were warm and comfortably resting your head on his shoulder as you giggled while spilling dorky secrets to the young prince. All harmless innocent stuff, but amusing, nonetheless. And it usually came from places of care and concern.

“...And Peter has an Iron-Man plushy that he talks to when he’s nervous...” you mumbled, “I wish I could tell him he can go to the real Tony, but I can tell him I know...”

“You know a lot of secrets, don’t you?” Loki teased you.

“Sorry...” you said hiding your face against his shoulder.

“Dear heart, what could you possibly be apologizing for?” Loki asked gently.

“I don’t know these secrets because I want to...” you mumbled, “I can’t help but catch the thoughts like passing conversations on the street.”

“We are aware, and it was hard to get used to,” he admitted “but we are aware you don’t intend to hear people’s thoughts.”

“I know... but people still get angry about it,” you muttered “I don’t intend to, but no one likes feeling their privacy was invaded. I hate being the way I am...”

“Don’t say that dove, I doubt anyone in the building blames you” he assured you. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, love.”

“Thanks Loki” you said, as you nuzzled against his neck.

Immediately he jolted as he felt your breath against his skin.

“Ah, sorry, I wasn’t trying to tickle you.”

“Yeah, you are” you pouted, “you can lie but your brain doesn’t. You’re very-very super very ticklish... Look you’re getting embarrassed because I’m right!”

It would be useless to lie given you could see right through him.

“You’re super ticklish... here.”

And right then he felt your hands sneaking under his arms, as your fingertips wiggled against his armpits, which immediately made him break into laughter.

“Ehehehe-hey!” he cackled, “Stohohohop it!”

“See? So ticklish, and so cute” you smiled as you changed to scratch with your fingernails, making Loki double over with laughter. “And I’d dare to say you like it.”

“Shuhuhut ihihit, you mihinx!” he whined. “Thahahat’s so bad!”

“Ow, but it’s fun...” you whined, breathing against his neck, which only tickled more.

And then something unexpected happened, between the tickles that were overwhelming and having all his focus spent on not dropping you, his magic failed, making his spell wear off, revealing his usual self.

“Uh-oh...” you mumbled shyly.

The previous scene had earned a few looks from bystanders, but their endearment and amusement turned into horror when they saw Loki’s real appearance. You hid against him when Loki, barely with time to recover from the giggle fit you had induced on him, summoned a teleportation spell and both of you disappeared under a green cloud.

You reappeared on the halls of the Compound, right by your door, so with a relieved sigh he opened it and delicately placed you in your bed. Before sitting beside you.

“Sorry I ruined the fun” you muttered.

“Fun?” he gasped indignantly, “You called tickling me to pieces fun?”

You nodded.

“I do not like being tickled, you’re talking nonsense” he huffed. “It’s so childish and idiotic.”

“And it puts you in a good mood because it’s mischievous fun” you cut him off.

“You’re insane.”

“It’s okay” you assured him, patting his hand, “I like getting tickled too.”

That made Loki perk up his ears.

“Do you, now?” he smirked. “Well, well, well... Now that’s a secret I’m interested in.”

Immediately your face turned red as your eyes grew wide as plates, as he leaned to straddle your with his hands as he sat on your upper thighs.

“W-Wait! Wahahait, Loki! Nononono, Loki don’t, I’m stupidly ticklish I—”

“Oh, are you?” he grinned. “My, my... I’ve always loved your drunk honesty, but this is the most important bits of information you’ve given me...”

“Loki!” you whined as you covered your beet red face with your hands.

An opportunity he took to scratch your sides, making you jolt and burst into bright silly hiccupy giggles.

“Lohohohoki! Thahahat hic tihihihickles, plehehehease hic hic—!”

That was an adorable sight, you squeezed his wrists, yet not pushing him away. Guess you weren’t lying about actually liking getting tickles.

“Please what, darling? Please more? Please tickle me to pieces? Gladly” he teased as moved to knead that sides of your belly.

You wheezed arching your back as he gave repeated pinches to the sides of your tummy, slowly climbing to your ribs, pinching and squeezing your ribs and sides, causing you to scream with laughter.

“Ah, so pretty and so ticklish... and so helpless” he growled as he sneaked his fingers under your arms.

“AHAHAHEHE, LOHOHOHOHOKI STAHAHAHAP!”

“No, I don’t feel like stopping, you shouldn’t have a problem taking what you dished out on me earlier, would you?”

“PLEHEHEHEASE LOKI! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE!”

He simply decided to take it up a notch, grabbing your wrists, and pinning them both above your head, making you even more helpless to his tickling free hand.

“LOHOHOHOK—” you protest was got off by a wheeze that sentenced the end of the screaming laughter.

Now the only sound you could make was wheeze in silent laughter and gasp for air as Loki tickled you silly. Tears began streaming down your face as Loki’s hand roamed to squeeze, pinch and scribble over every ticklish spot it could find. He only stopped when you began coughing between gasps of air.

He got off you and saw you curl your legs up to your chest in an attempt to protect yourself. But it only made Loki grab your feet and take off your shoes and socks.

“Noohohoho, no, no Loki please nohoho dohohon’t tihihihck— ACK!”

A single finger scratch with his nail across your sole made you jump and swing your foot, kicking Loki right on the stomach making him fall off the bed.

“Oh my gosh, Loki, I’m sorry!” you said, truly horrified.

The trickster god, huffed and groaned in pain, not expecting a human kick to do so much harm.

“I’m quite alright, you’re just stronger than I thought” Loki said, “I’m impressed.”

You went down to sit next to him, placing a gentle hand on his stomach. Truly it didn’t hurt after initial impact, but you weren’t going to be at peace until you’d check yourself. And maybe he enjoyed having your hands on him.

Until it tickled.

“Hehey!” he whined.

“Sorry...” you said, as a smiled shyly.

“Oh, no I know exactly what you’re thinking” he groaned, “I do not, I repeat, I do not enjoy these childish games."

“I can tell you do, but that’s okay... I know you’re not the type to admit you like something...”

“Wha— What is that supposed to mean?” Loki asked.

“A-Ah! Nothing no... it’s nothing!” you squeaked nervously.

“Darling, you may read minds, but I am the God of it,” Loki said, “I can tell exactly when someone is lying.”

“N-No, it’s nothing!” you said as you curled up on the spot, hiding your face on behind your knees.

“Darling... you’re scaring me... What’s wrong?”

“Can you promise you won’t get mad...?” you asked.

“I don’t think you could truly upset me” Loki comforted you as he grabbed your hand to give it a gentle reassuring squeeze. “After all, you are my favorite.”

Your face turned red and a shy smiled appeared on your face for a moment, before that anguished look made its way back to your features.

“We were getting ready for the last mission, and I heard you, Thor and the others talking... About... me. How you maybe sort of actually... liked-liked me. And you said no... but, your thoughts... did not agree.”

Oh, oh no. Oh dear, oh gods.

Now a lot of things made more sense. How your face was red was in when you walked in the room, and how you suddenly decided to pair up with Steve to rescue the hostages rather than going for intel with him and Nat. How you were moody and distant afterwards. And why this mission report was causing you so much conflict.

You knew he liked you. You had managed to peek that thought of his mind. A thought even he refused to admit. But now, out in the open, he felt relieved, and the way you just seemed embarrassed.

“So you’ve known all this time? And that’s what upsets you?”

“You promised you wouldn’t get mad” you whined.

“I’m not, I think you are more upset than I am!” he laughed, before realizing something, “Does it bother you...? That I long for you like this?”

“N-No...” you mumbled, “Not at all... I maybe sort of like you too...”

“Then why were you so upset?”

“How would you feel if you realized the person you have a massive crush on likes you too but you can’t do anything about it without revealing you may have stepped his boundaries?”

“Massive crush, eh?” he grinned. “So.. It's safe to say that you wouldn’t mind if I stole a k—hmpf!”

He was interrupted by a pair of lips against his own, that quickly melted him into a kiss. You had placed your hand on the side of his neck, sliding it to the back to play with his hair. The young prince pulled you closer to kiss you more, even pinning you against the side of your bed.

Only breaking the kiss when you needed to gasp for air. And he got to admire you bright open eyes staring at him with a huge happy grin.

“Beat you to it” you smiled.

“Whahat?” he laughed.

“I stole the kiss” you beamed proudly.

He smiled as he leaned to kiss you again.

“Now that you admitted you liked me... will you admit you like getting tickled...?”

“Mmm, not yet...” he grinned. “But I have something better in mind.”

“Wha— No! N—EEEEEEEHHH!”

But Loki had already tackled you on the floor and went back to tickling you silly once more. But it was fine, one big confession at the time, and today had been more than enough.

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im-not-buying-it-ether · 4 months ago

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Ah yes, earths mightiest mortals

We got…

Jeb

Bill

And Adam

#monoliths of magical power and they got the most basic names #power of Shazam #shazam #billy batson #black adam #theo adam #the wizard shazam #jebbediah of Canaan

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lizmaximoff · 2 years ago

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Hi lovely!! 💕 I hope you're having a great week so far! I really enjoy your blog and I saw your request for Loki fics that I just could not resist.

What would you think about a friends to lovers or enemies to lovers fic where avenger!loki has too much to drink one night at a party being thrown at the Avengers compound (perhaps Thor brought some stronger Asgardian liquor to share), and ends up confessing more than he planned to re: his hidden feelings and attraction toward avenger!fem!reader. Possible smutty dancing ensues?? Reactions from some of the other Avengers who notice Loki and reader being chummier than usual? I will leave the rest up to your beautiful mind to decide.

So excited to see what you do with it, if choose to, of course!

Thanks babe! 💖

The Finest Asgardian Ale (Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader)

RATING: E (Swearing, Thigh Riding) WARNINGS: Two consenting adults hooking up while they are both equally tipsy. SUMMARY: It's Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday party, and a little bit of Asgardian liquor leads to some secret confessions coming to light.

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A/N: This turned into a longer one-shot than I had originally wanted it to, so I'm sorry about the wait! I got a lot of really great requests, so I will try to get to them in time. In the meantime, if you have any Loki x Reader requests, feel free to send them here. Thanks!

It was Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday, and, as her best friend, you refused to let it pass without any recognition.

Even if that meant that you would be the one in charge of planning a small get-together with a group of the World's Mightiest under one roof.

Everything was mostly set up for the evening, with a bulk of it being handled by Tony (bless him for getting enough liquor to kill a stampede of wildebeests). All that needed to be handled was some last-minute decor in the den.

You were currently putting up the last of the eloquently-themed red decor after getting ready, stretching in odd places and huffing when you couldn't reach. You were just about to pin a streamer to the top edge of a wall when the thumbtack slipped, causing you to lose your balance on a step-stool and slip.

"Son of a bitch!" you yelped, gripping at the wall as you felt yourself fall.

Why couldn't I have been blessed with the power of flight?

"Hey now!" you heard from behind you, just as you were caught in a pair of familiarly lithe but strong arms. You felt the chest pressed up against your back begin to chuckle.

"What on earth are you doing?" Loki asked, setting you down before bending over to grab the streamer. "The party starts in half an hour, young mortal."

You huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of your face before you reached for the streamer, "I know, I'm rushing to get this done. So, if you wouldn't mind-"

Loki smirked, lifting the decor above your head and just out of reach of your grasp, "Always doing things at the last minute aren't you?"

You groaned, jumping up in vain to grab at his hand, "Loki, stop it! Give it back."

The man laughed, resting his free hand on your shoulder in an attempt to keep you at bay, "And end our fun here? Absolutely not."

"Please Loki," you whimpered, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down.

He faltered at your tone of voice, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he raised his brows in surprise. You barely registered the look, taking the opportunity to grab the streamer with a grin and a laugh, "Loser."

The god cleared his throat with a tight smile, adjusting the collar on his forest green turtle neck before rubbing his hands together, "Why don't I do that for you?"

You rolled your eyes, "And let you destroy the place? Nice try."

"No, no," he said lowly, placing his hand on your lower back. "I don't want you to hurt yourself. Give me the paper."

You shivered at the touch, looking up at him with parted lips. For some reason, you wordlessly handed him the decor and he smiled in return.

"Now, go and do something that won't literally cost you an arm and a leg," he chuckled, placing the decoration up with ease.

You nodded your head, backing away and taking the opportunity to look over his form one last time before returning to the kitchen.

You'd been friends with Loki probably longer than you had been with Wanda, if you had to guess. Things were just so easy with him. You had the same sense of humor, a shared traumatic past and chemistry that just worked for the both of you.

At first, you'd seen him more like a brother, especially since you'd been dating your ex-boyfriend at the time. As time went on, however, you found yourself having dreams about him and your thoughts would just wander to him at random points during the day. You started to notice how many curls he had in his hair in the morning versus the evening and how many specks of green were in his eyes depending on his mood.

To your surprise, you'd managed to keep your feelings under wraps pretty decently. As far as you knew, no one was the wiser, least of all Loki. However, you noticed that things had started getting weird within the last couple of months.

You didn't want to get your hopes up. You loved Loki deeply as a friend, and as much as you wanted to fuck his brains out, you would rather die than lose that friendship with him. So you always agreed with yourself that you would admire him from a distance.

But even you knew that something had changed within him. The flirting between you two practically tripled, he would blush at the slightest compliment and he grasped at any excuse to get his hands on you.

Maybe he's just going through a dry spell.

God knows you are.

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It took you about an hour and a half to finally get around to enjoying the party. Being a hostess was a huge responsibility, after all. All the Avengers were gathered in small clusters throughout the den - drinking, eating and laughing with one another.

You took it as a win.

You walked over to Wanda, who was currently placing a party hat on Vision's head with a tipsy giggle.

"You having fun over here?" you smiled, playing with her hair.

"So much fun," she confirmed, turning to you and grabbing your hands. "Are you finally going to relax and have a good time with your friends now?"

You smirked, pretending to think about it before scrunching your nose, "Let me get us some shots."

She cheered, patting your ass playfully as you walked over to the makeshift bar that Tony had thrown together. You snorted when you realized that Thor was behind the counter, mixing drinks as he was looking in a book that held a variety of drink recipes.

"I didn't take you for a mixologist, Thunder," you teased, leaning over the bar and peering at the multiple glasses he had in front of him.

"Lady Y/N," he boomed with a grin, the heady scent of Asgardian ale wafting from his breath. "I'm trying to make Buttery Nipples. Would you like one?"

You laughed and nodded, "Why don't you make two for Wanda and I?"

"Splendid idea!" he shouted before picking up a glass and throwing it on the floor with a shatter. "To the Birthday Girl!"

A chorus of cheers erupted in the den as you attempted to hide your face in your hands, "Thor, please stop smashing the drinkware. We already had to establish a budget just because you kept smashing dishes."

The god blew a raspberry at you with thumbs down before returning his concentration to the book. You looked around the room, noticing a small group of people gathered in the corner. You smiled upon seeing Loki gesturing wildly with his hands, keeping the attention of all who were in the group.

"Your brother seems to be having a good time," you smirked, turning to Thor.

"Ahh, yes," he smiled. "My dear brother has brought with him the finest of Asgardian Ale. I believe he is sharing stories of his time on our planet, mostly having to do with said ale."

"Charming," you sniffed, grabbing the drinks that Thor had finally prepared.

"I believe there may also be a wager on whether or not he can actually get drunk."

"Thor!" you scolded. "That is a terrible idea."

He waved you off, "He can hold his own. He was once able to get through an entire barrel of that same ale before he finally retched. He's only brought with him a few gallons."

"Oh, well when you put it like that," you replied sarcastically, looking on at your friend with concern.

"My lady," Thor sang. "Your worry for my brother is endearing, but you should try to catch up with him and the rest of the party."

"Fat chance," you snorted. "I have a party to run here."

Thor straightened up almost comically, "You have my word that I will look after this party from henceforth on. Please, enjoy the evening. I will make another beverage for the Witch. Take those two."

You sighed, looking at the two shots in your hand.

"Just so you know," you started, before taking one shot. "Wanda would kill you if she heard you referring to her as 'the Witch.'"

You finished the other shot quickly as Thor held up his hands in defense, "Duly noted. Now, go and join my brother, and have some fun for once."

You groaned, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

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The group surrounding Loki was probably the most mismatched one you could have thought up, considering their attentions were drawn to Loki in the middle. There sat Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Sam and Clint as they watched with humored faces as Loki continued to talk animatedly.

Clint's eyes met yours and almost choked on his drink as you approached, hearing the tail-end of Loki's speech.

"-truly the most marvelous creature I have ever had the privilege to meet," Loki swooned, jumping as you placed your hand gently on his shoulder.

"Are we talking about the Rattatosk?" you joked, squeezing him in reassurance.

The group fell completely silent, Sam trying his damndest not to laugh as he gripped onto Bucky for dear life.

Loki looked up at you with wide eyes and reddened cheeks, "No!"

"Why are you guys being so weird?" you laughed, looking back at Loki before bumping him with your hip. "Scoot over, Mischief."

The god swallowed audibly and moved over so you could sit next to him. Tony coughed awkwardly and Natasha swallowed down the rest of her drink.

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" you asked, rubbing over your knees in discomfort.

"Yes-" started Sam.

"-No!" cutoff Bucky.

"We were just talking about everything and anything," Loki supplied nervously, placing his arm behind your back.

"Oh-kay," you said awkwardly. "Thor told me you had some Asgardian Ale over here?"

Tony chuckled, "Oh, yeah, we definitely do. Don't you, Rudolph?"

"Would you care for some, darling?" Loki asked, taking one of the bottles and offering it to you with earnest eyes.

"Is that safe...for me?" you asked wearily, taking the bottle.

"A couple of sips should suffice," your friend smiled, rubbing your lower back.

You shivered, smiling at the contact. You raised the bottle to your lips and took a swig, humming at the sweet honey-like taste, "Wow. That's not that bad."

"Gonna knock you on your ass in a minute, if Horns is anything to go by," Natasha joked, putting her empty glass on the table.

"Guys," Clint spoke up as he stood. "Let's give them some space. Don't be dicks."

Sam groaned, shooting the rest of his drink before following, "Always gotta take the fun out of everything, man."

After the area emptied out you looked over at Loki, "Why did they leave? Do I reek or something?"

Loki scrunched in his brow, "Darling, you smell magnificent."

You blushed lightly, handing him back the bottle, "Thanks for the ale."

"Pace yourself, love," he smiled. "I suppose one sip for you is equal to about three Midgardian beverages."

Your eyes widened, "Jesus, Loki. How much have you had tonight?"

He chuckled, pulling you closer, "It's a secret."

"You're a child," you giggled. "Seriously, why did they leave?"

"I probably overspoke before your arrival," he replied, avoiding your eyes. "I tend to get a little enamored when I imbibe."

"Enamored?" you teased, poking him lightly in the chest. "What's caught your attention?"

You could have sworn that the light blush that adorned his cheeks grew two shades darker at the question. He began to chuckle nervously, before rubbing over his face, groaning playfully.

"I just wish you knew," he said, throwing himself back against the couch. He looked over your profile, the hand that was on your lower back beginning to play with the strings that tied your dress together.

"My apologies for not being a mindreader," you slurred, feeling warm as you felt his fingers dance along your back.

Oh shit. I'm tipsy.

Loki snickered, "I guess that's a good thing."

"Why do you say that?" you pressed, falling against the couch so you could look him in the eyes.

Damn, they are extra blue tonight.

"I would be so embarrassed if you were able to read my mind," he slurred, covering his face.

He's adorable when he's drunk.

"What do you have to be embarrassed about, Mischief?" you teased, leaning in closer.

He peeked out between his fingers, "You have the most magnificent eyes, has anyone ever told you that?"

You flushed at that, chuckling nervously, "This is coming from the man with oceans for eyes."

"It's true, though," he smirked, his finger etching a pattern along your back. "Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I see them."

"Shut up," you laughed, pushing at him playfully.

"Really," he grinned, grabbing your hand. "I think about the way you look at me, about how you make me feel."

You paused, worried the moment would fade into oblivion.

"Loki, you...you're drunk," you reasoned. "We're both drunk."

"I'm not drunk," he shook his head. "Tipsy, yes. But certainly not drunk."

You swallowed, looking down at your lap as he continued, "I think about you a lot - did you know that?"

You smirked, looking up at him with glassy eyes, "I think about you, too."

"That right?" he purred, slotting his fingers in between yours. "I wonder."

"What?" you whispered, scooting closer to him.

"If our thoughts are similar."

You felt your stomach drop, your face heating, "I, uh, doubt that very much."

He looked up at you with an indiscernible look, "Tell me...what do you think about, darling?"

You sputtered, "Loki...now is not the time-"

"You're the most mesmerizing creature I have ever met," he spoke with confidence, dropping your hand to raise your chin so your eyes met.

"T-Thank you, Lokes," you breathed out with a small smile.

"Do you want to know what I think about?" he goaded, stretching out his limbs and drawing your eyes to the bulge in between his thighs.

Your eyes widened as you gulped, wordlessly nodding as you stared.

His eyes traced over the curves of your body, his fingers trailing down your jawline, down your neck to the swell of your breasts, "I think about all the things that I could do that will make you cum harder than you ever have before."

You couldn't help it when you moaned at those words, feeling the wetness gathering between your thighs as you looked into his lust-clouded eyes.

He licked his lower lip, "I apologize if I've overstepped-"

"-dance with me," you smiled softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with you as you lead him to an empty space in the den where a few people had gathered to dance.

The god quickly grabbed your hips and pressed himself up against your front as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and kissing your skin as you began to move your hips against him.

His hands traveled the expanse of your back slowly as he wedged his thigh in-between your legs, causing you to gasp. You couldn't bring yourself to think about anything except for the god in front of you who currently had his thigh pressed up against your clit in the most delicious way you could have ever imagined.

"Loki," you whimpered, cupping his face and pressing your forehead against his.

Your noses bumped affectionately against one another before he brushed his lips over yours, his tongue flicking over your upper lip, causing you to open your mouth to him in a gasp.

You closed your eyes as he slid his tongue into you mouth, both of your tongues dancing against one another in a way that caused you to drench the seat of your underwear. Your lips barely brushed one another in the most primal act of sex you could think of.

You whimpered into his mouth before he closed it with a kiss, "I need you to cum on my thigh, darling. Right here in front of all our friends. I want you to cum on my thigh. Right. Now."

"Fuck," you squealed, kissing him deeply as your lower stomach began to contract in a flood of pleasure, your clit throbbing as you felt his hardness continue to press against your own thigh.

You continued to rub against him as he cradled you in his arms, kissing the soul out of you until you came down slowly.

"Oh my god," you whispered against his lips, looking around meekly and blushing darkly as the reality of what you've done just hit you.

"Don't blush, love," Loki chuckled. "Or I'll fuck you right here on this dance floor."

You swallowed audibly, gripping his shirt tightly in your hands, "Your room. Now."

He smiled widely before nodding, the both of you becoming encompassed in green seidr before disappearing from the room.

A hushed silence fell upon the room while everyone watched the both of you disappear before Wanda spoke up.

"Did they just fuck each other on the dance floor?"

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thenightling · 2 months ago

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What you need to know if you want to watch Agatha All Along but aren't up to speed with the MCU.

I know it can be confusing to keep up with Marvel's movies and TV shows so here's a very abridged version of what you need to watch Agatha All Along without getting confused.

Wanda Maximoff is a superhero witch in the Marvel universe. It's indicated that she's an actual witch but also has some mutant powers enhancing her abilities and granting her incredible psychic powers.

Wanda fell in love with an android (who might have had a human soul) named Vision. Vision was killed by the villain Thanos who wanted the stone that had granted Vision his life.

(Vision's origin in the comics is very different. For a crash course on that watch the animated series Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes. He was created by Ultron in that and it's really interesting.)

After the events of Avengers: Endgame Wanda is grieving the loss of her love, Vision.

Wanda has a mental break down and enslaves an entire town to behave like characters in old American sitcoms that Wanda grew up watching, from the 1950s until the 2000s. Each episode of WandaVision is themed to another decade and style of sitcom. Wanda is deep in her fantasy where she and Vision live a happy, domestic life, and have two sons.

Toward the end of the story Wanda's illusions are shattered, partly by the machinations of a semi-immortal (non-aging) witch, Agatha Harkness, who posed as Wanda's nosy neighbor Agnes. She wants to steal Wanda's power for herself.

Meanwhile the real Vision's corpse is reanimated with technology (not Agatha's doing, this was done by mortals) but lacks Vision's memories. Wanda's illusion version of Vision gives re-animated real-vision his own memories which cause re-animated Vision to have an identity crisis and fly off.

After all of Wanda's illusions are gone Wanda punishes Agatha for her scheming by trapping her in the persona of Anges the nosy neighbor, making her believe she is Agnes with all the false memories of the character.

This is where the show WandaVision ends. It seems like Wanda might come to terms with her loss but she doesn't.

Wanda goes further into her madness and believes the sons from her fantasy may exist out on the multiverse and she intends to go seek them out and steal them from an alternate version of herself. ...As you do. (This happens in Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of madness).

Wanda's madness is her undoing. Wanda comes to her senses in time to destroy all the copies of the Darkhold (Marvel's necronomicon, a very powerful and very evil spell book) and dies in the process.

And that's where Agatha All Along starts. It's been three years. Agatha was trapped as Agnes that whole time but now she's mentally stuck in a fictional Police Procedural show in the style of My Life is Murder or similar where she is fed the information that Wanda is now dead. (Agatha All Along first episode.)

Agatha is slowly clawing her way back from the psychic trauma / spell that Wanda trapped her in. When she finally snaps out of it, she's still without her magical powers and decides to form a coven to go down The Witches' Road to regain it.

And there you go. Any questions?

#Agatha All Along #WandaVision #Marvel #MCU

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inky-fwog · 2 months ago

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WIP GAME from @cer-rata

1. Write the filenames for some of your WIPs with a little summary

2. You guys send an ask about one and I post a little snippet or something

3. I have to write a but for that wip :o

WIPs

1. NLWYG Chapter next - the next chapter of my Peter Parker in Gotham fic. Peter is Dick's kid and he's having a rough time.

2. Captain Marvel, a necromancer? More likely than you'd think. - Part two sorta to a one-shot I did where the league accidently meets Billy at the rock. In this AU Marvel and Billy are somewhat separate entities and when Marvel is transformed, Billy's body goes to the rock to heal while his consciousness chills in marvels body. When they're at the rock together they can be in their own bodies. In part two the league are desperately trynna find out why there was a seemingly dead child who sorta looked like Marvel there.

3. Under the weather, over this bullshit. - Billy is sick and usually that's fine, he'd chill at the rock and not do anything. Unfortunately he had a meeting scheduled and he refused to cancel. Despite feeling awful, cue Captain Marvel, the living lightning, the earth's mightiest mortal, having to sit through a meeting with a cold for the first time ever.

4. Yeah I can help - Based on a prompt fill thar I'll try to find where the league needs a kid to go undercover to sort something out in a juvenile detention centre and Marvel conveniently has a smaller power saving form!

5. He has emotions womp womp - Billy sees something bad on patrol and breaks down after a meeting at the watchtower, everyone is lost and confused as to why he's like this, that's not even the worst thing he's seen?

+1. You're not going (anywhere) - happy ending of my series 'Because you're going...'

I have so many Billy WIPs but I've had no motivation to write outside 'Not looking where you're going', which sucks. Maybe I'll get into it again with this :)

#fic ideas #ask games #send asks #asks open #billy batson #peter parker #fics #fic stuff

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wwprice1 · 2 years ago

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Dan Mora does it again!

#dc comics #dc heroes #Dan Mora #shazam #Captain Marvel #billy batson #earth’s mightiest mortal #Dawn of DC

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dick-meister · 2 months ago

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The so-called "great" Adam—how far you have fallen from the pedestal you once occupied. It wasn't just the loss of your friends that marked your descent; it was their betrayal, the very ones you trusted, who turned their backs on you when you needed them most. They whispered lies behind closed doors, plotting your undoing while you remained blissfully unaware, believing in their loyalty. How utterly naive you were, thinking your charm could shield you from the treachery that lurked in the shadows of your life.

Each moment of betrayal cut deeper than a knife, revealing the truth of your loneliness. They laughed at your expense, relishing the thrill of your downfall, while you stood there, oblivious to the storm brewing within your circle. You had once thought yourself invincible, a shining beacon among mere mortals, but now you were reduced to a mere echo of who you used to be. The laughter that once surrounded you now turned to silence, leaving only the hollow sound of your own regrets ringing in your ears.

And in your darkest hours, you looked up, hoping for a sign, a flicker of divine intervention. But even God, it seemed, had turned His gaze away from you, leaving you stranded in the desolation of your own making. The heavens, once so promising, now felt like a mocking void. Your prayers were swallowed by the emptiness, a stark reminder that even the mightiest can fall. The very fabric of your being unraveled as you realized that your worth was now but a distant memory, a shadow of the greatness you once embodied.

In this moment of reckoning, as you grappled with the weight of your failures, it became clear: you were no longer worthy of the name you bore. The legacy of Adam had become a tragic tale of loss and betrayal, a cautionary story of hubris. You were left with nothing but the haunting whispers of your past, a reminder that greatness is fleeting, and sometimes, it takes the deepest wounds to expose the truth of who you truly are.

The First Man, the Little Gardener, God’s Son. There is indeed a pedestal that one is forced to stand upon with such titles. How is it that with such a destined life of greatness that the Gardener will only come to know shame, humiliation and rage? Eden, the perfect garden, all for him and his wife. Perfect grass, weather and happiness.

But that wasn’t enough was it? No, she needed more and Adam? He feared his father to disobey and soon, his first loss. His second comes in the form of his rib, remade into a woman. Perfection, beautiful, made for him… Yet he would be blamed for her existence time and time again, wouldn’t he? It didn’t matter the love they had, the trials they faced, what he had done for her up until the apple was bit.

His third loss, Eden itself. Banished to Earth, cast out much like his ex-wife and the Angel he once called his best friend. But he still had Eve, he always had Eve… His fourth loss, Abel. To the hands of his own first born, Cain. To which he had to fix, the responsibility resided on his shoulders, it always did. Time and time again he fails.

A Gardner, a Husband, a Father.

Domino’s continue to fall, becoming a leader of humanity for a short time. The loss of Eve weighs heavily on him and he does what he can to remain hopeful until the day he dies, alone in a home he had built with his first borns.

Heaven. A home promised to him, but this was not his home, this was not his paradise. He begs for them to send him back to Eden, that was his happiness. No, he is destined for duty here.

That pedestal cracks once more, breaking under failures and pressure that has become atlas levels of heavy. But he is forced to move on. Alone. His sons hate him, Eve is no where to be seen. The family he had come to know and love, that he leaned on after his home was ripped from him, was destroyed below that pedestal he stood upon.

Exterminations, so early on in his afterlife. Overpopulation was a concern and he proposed the worst. This was his responsibility. Failing to keep sin out of the Garden. Bringing in the first murderer to Earth. He grows cold, Uncaring and surrounds himself with yes men. How else was he to cope with so many who told him facts he already knew? Reminded each day of his failures over and over.

The mask is made, something for the sinners to be scared of, something for him to hide behind. No one could hurt him if he didn’t show himself. The mask makes the afterlife bearable, even if he has become something he isn’t. Adam allowed those failures to consume him, to control who he was until he was his worst self. He was drowning and everyone laughed as he sank to the bottom.

And the bottom is where he lives, for so long, if this was the destiny he was given then he would flip off the one who gave it to him. If he was damned to be alone then so be it, so what if he was a little selfish? Short tempered? He treated everyone how he himself had been treated. Except, they would all be spared the pain of not being him. Being granted new titles in ways to hurt him.

First divorced, First to fail god, First to watch his loved ones to leave him.

As much as he tried to play it off, he could never shake the failures nor the blame that soon became twisted in the favor of those who left him. It only served to allow him to drown that much more, being ever so secure behind that mask of his to the point where taking it off felt like a sin upon itself.

His face, not even to himself, would be seen by anyone for eons. That was till…

Pain. Brutal, unforgiving pain by the very creations that he had allowed to be made. It’s true, in his final moments, even god himself had turned a blind eye to his son. His little Gardener. The pedestal shatters and what lies in the debris is nothing but a man who would leave behind a name belonging to a villain. Someone who wasn’t willing to listen, someone who had learned humility too late, someone who had refused to learn, forgive, let go.

In the final moments of the First Man, there isn’t much that comes to his mind. What he hears isn’t the sound of his second in command screaming his name, but how the wind in this moment, brushed past his ears in a way that reminded him of that place once again. His one gift that he is given, is to be let go with the thoughts of his Paradise being the last thing he gets to think of and maybe… Wherever he is headed next, he would find himself among the brushes and ferns of perfection, working once again in peace and solitude.

Just as he was created to be.

#truth is black and white; ic #headcannons;#tw; character death #ok so anyways it’s 7am #I should be in bed #thanks for this I hope it hurts your ass too mf #save;#long post;

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