#I don’t like the idea of her being asgardian

[musclesandhammering]

I’m curious who/what race you think his mother was?

The problems with all the Loki curly hair theories are a) if it's considered unruly for royalty why does Frigga let hers stay curly and b) if it's uncommon among Asgardians or not the social beauty standards, this Loki is bullied for it, why doesn't Volstag or any other Asgardian with curly hair striaghten it because we've seen quite a few with curly hair.

Here's my new theory. From a young age Loki has been told that his hair looks better straightened, mostly by his mother, and it's easier to maintain if he doesn't bother taking care of the curls and just straightening them out. The real reason is his curly hair makes him look exactly like his mother.

I have a huge personal hc about Loki's mother so that's for a whole other post or a full fic but basically Loki had to get his curly hair from someone and it sure isn't his dad so I think it's from his mother and both Odin and Frigga new her and Loki looks exactly like her, especially with curly hair.

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : GAME NIGHT : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Logan Howlett x F!Stark!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men/MCU

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None! Mentions of (Y/N)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You and Logan get invited to the Avengers game night by your father, Tony Stark. As usual, Wade tags along.

Part 2 of ‘Meet The Family’ (or can be read as a standalone)

IT WAS A WARM SATURDAY EVENING AT THE AVENGERS COMPOUND, and the living room was already buzzing with chatter and laughter. Tony Stark had decided to host a game night, something rare but always chaotic in the best way possible. Naturally, you and Logan had been invited. Well, more like dragged into it by Tony, who had left you a not-so-subtle voicemail: "Game night. Be there, or I’ll build an Iron Man suit with your name on it. Logan too."

Now, you were sitting on the couch, sandwiched between Logan, who had that same calm, unbothered expression, and Wade, who had somehow found his way into the compound again without being invited.

“Alright, team,” Tony announced, standing at the head of the room like he was about to launch into a company presentation. “Tonight, we’re doing things a little differently. No Monopoly. No Twister.” He glanced pointedly at Thor, who looked almost disappointed. “And definitely no more karaoke. Clint, I'm looking at you.”

Clint snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Hey, my rendition of ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ was iconic.”

“Iconic, yes,” Tony quipped. “Also responsible for me needing to soundproof this place. No, tonight, we’re going to play—wait for it— Avengers Trivia.”

There was a collective groan from around the room. Steve facepalmed, and Natasha narrowed her eyes at Tony. “You cannot be serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead serious, Nat,” Tony replied, a grin spreading across his face. “Jarvis is going to be our quizmaster. Everyone teams up in pairs, and we’ll see who really knows the most about this weird, dysfunctional little family we’ve built.”

Logan’s eyes flicked to you, one eyebrow raised. “Trivia? This what you do for fun?”

You chuckled, nudging him playfully. “Trust me, it gets wild.”

Wade, who was seated cross-legged on the floor like a child, raised his hand. “Ooh, ooh! I call Logan as my partner!”

“Absolutely not,” Logan deadpanned, cutting him off without hesitation.

“Rude,” Wade muttered under his breath.

Tony clapped his hands. “Alright, pick your partners. (Y/N), you’re with Logan. Nat, you’re with Steve. Clint, you’re with—”

“Me,” Wade interrupted, grinning maniacally. “The unstoppable duo is back!”

Clint groaned but didn’t argue. “Great. This’ll be fun.”

Thor was happily pairing up with Bruce, already talking about how their combined Asgardian and science knowledge would be “unmatched in the Nine Realms.”

“Let’s get started!” Tony called, snapping his fingers. “Jarvis, first question!”

The familiar voice of the AI butler filled the room. “First question: Who was the first Avenger to officially join S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

Before anyone could answer, Wade leaped to his feet. “Easy! It was Deadpool! Wait, no, I was too cool for S.H.I.E.L.D. It was Cap. Yeah, totally Captain America.”

“That’s correct,” Jarvis responded, and Wade pumped his fists triumphantly.

Steve glanced at Wade in disbelief. “How do you—never mind, I don’t want to know.”

Natasha smirked. “Looks like we’re off to a good start.”

Logan, leaning back in his seat, glanced at you with a smirk. “They’re really competitive about this, aren’t they?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Jarvis continued, “Second question: Which Avenger has the most confirmed hand-to-hand combat victories?”

Thor stood up, beaming with pride. “It is clearly I! Thor Odinson, warrior of Asgard!”

“Actually, the answer is Natasha Romanoff,” Jarvis corrected.

Thor froze, his confidence momentarily faltering. “Ah, well… yes, Lady Natasha is indeed formidable in battle.”

Natasha gave a small, smug wave. “Don’t feel bad, Thor. You’ve got the hammer thing going for you.”

The next few questions flew by, with Clint and Wade bickering over every answer, Steve trying to be diplomatic, and Tony repeatedly congratulating himself for knowing all the answers to his own questions.

Finally, Jarvis posed a question that had Logan sitting up straighter: “What is the most common alias used by Wolverine in the field?”

Wade immediately blurted, “Oh! Oh! It’s Wolverine! Wait, no—Patch! Or is it ‘That Angry Canadian Guy’? Ooh, I know—Hairy Murder Grandpa!”

Logan shot Wade a warning look. “Don’t push it.”

Wade, not knowing when to quit, leaned closer to Clint and stage-whispered, “I’m pretty sure it’s Patch. He wore an eye patch. So mysterious, so dashing.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “Is it Patch?”

Logan nodded. “That’s one of them.”

Jarvis confirmed, “Correct. Wolverine has used the alias Patch on numerous occasions, particularly in Madripoor.”

Wade looked smug, puffing out his chest. “See? I know my friends. Not that we’re friends, but you know, friends in a ‘he’ll tolerate me’ kind of way.”

Logan’s gaze met yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of the situation. “You’re handling this a lot better than I thought you would,” you whispered to him.

He shrugged. “Not my first rodeo with these types. They’re alright. Except him,” he said, nodding toward Wade, who was now debating with Clint whether Deadpool could be considered an honorary Avenger.

After a few more rounds of questions—with your team surprisingly holding its own—Tony stood up, waving his hand for attention. “Alright, alright. Let’s mix things up. I’m bored of trivia. Time for the lightning round: Avengers Charades.”

“Oh no,” Steve muttered under his breath, already looking weary.

“Oh yes!” Tony replied, grinning mischievously. “Everyone, pair up with a new partner. This time, one person will act out an iconic Avenger moment, and the other person guesses.”

Clint clapped his hands together. “This should be good. Wade, you’re on my team. Let’s see if you can manage to not ruin this.”

“Challenge accepted!” Wade chirped.

Natasha swapped with you so that you were now paired with Steve, while Logan found himself paired with Bruce. Bruce looked mildly terrified, but Logan just nodded in his calm, stoic way.

Tony raised his hand again. “Alright, first team up—Logan and Bruce. Let’s see what you’ve got!”

Bruce stood up, nervously adjusting his glasses. “I’ll, uh, act it out. You guess.”

Logan grunted. “Fine.”

Bruce stepped to the middle of the room and began... well, thrashing around. He flailed his arms, growling and making these deep, guttural noises, then pretended to smash something invisible with both hands.

Logan blinked. “The Hulk?”

“Correct!” Tony shouted, laughing. “That was the easiest one! Come on, Bruce, give us something harder next time!”

Bruce, looking sheepish, sat back down as Logan gave him a brief nod of approval.

Next, it was your turn with Steve. You drew a card from the deck Tony had provided and grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun. You stood up, positioned your hands like you were grabbing two handles, then mimed jumping out of a plane with a parachute. Steve’s eyes lit up with recognition.

“Cap jumping out of the Quinjet without a parachute.”

“Correct!” Tony called, and Steve laughed, shaking his head. “I knew you were gonna do that one.”

As the game went on, Wade acted out a scene from Thor: Ragnarok with over-the-top dramatics, pretending to be both Thor and Hulk fighting in the arena. Clint just threw his hands in the air. “I’m not guessing this.”

Thor, of course, took the opportunity to stand up and reenact an exaggerated version of his own scene, complete with an invisible Mjölnir that he swung wildly around the room.

“Another point for Team Asgard!” Thor announced proudly, and Bruce just shook his head.

Finally, it came down to Tony’s team—himself and Nat. Tony drew a card and immediately smirked. He stood up, putting on a ridiculously exaggerated “hero” pose, and then pretended to fire repulsor blasts from his hands.

Natasha crossed her arms. “Really, Tony? You’re just doing yourself?”

“Can you blame me?” Tony replied, winking at her.

Natasha sighed. “Iron Man in literally every movie you’ve been in.”

“Bingo!” Tony grinned, bowing dramatically as if he’d just performed Shakespeare at the Globe.

The night wrapped up with everyone gathered in the living room, laughing and sharing stories. You leaned against Logan, feeling his steady presence beside you as the chaos of your family—both old and new—buzzed around you.

“Well,” Logan said quietly, watching as Thor tried to explain to Clint why throwing Mjölnir wasn’t cheating in charades, “this wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Told you. We’re a weird bunch, but we’re family.”

Logan looked down at you, a rare softness in his eyes. "Yeah, I can see that."

Just as the moment settled between you two, Wade suddenly jumped up, startling everyone. "Wait! One last round! We can't end game night without one final showdown."

Tony groaned, already halfway out of his seat. "Wade, it's late. And I think we've done enough—"

"No!" Wade insisted dramatically, waving his arms. "It's tradition! And by tradition, I mean something I just made up. The Ultimate Battle: Avengers Pictionary!"

"God, no," Clint muttered, but it was too late. Wade was already tearing open a random box from Tony's game collection, pulling out a whiteboard and markers.

"Alright, alright," Natasha sighed. "One round, Wade. One."

Wade grinned and tossed the marker at Logan, who caught it midair with practiced ease. "You, Logan! You’re up first!"

Logan glanced at the marker, clearly unamused, then at you. "Pictionary, really?"

You shrugged with a grin. "Rules are rules. Besides, I wanna see how good your art skills are."

With a small grunt of resignation, Logan stood and moved to the whiteboard, glancing briefly at the card Wade handed him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then, without a word, he began to draw.

At first, the lines were slow, hesitant, but as the seconds ticked by, Logan’s rough sketch started taking shape. There was a figure—a man, with claws and an iconic stance.

Tony leaned forward, grinning. "Oh, this one's obvious."

But before anyone could guess, Wade leapt up. "It’s me! Deadpool! No, wait, it’s—"

"Logan," you cut in with a smirk, recognizing the stance. "It's him. Wolverine."

Logan stopped drawing, looked back at the group, and gave a small, satisfied nod. "Yep."

The room erupted into laughter, and Tony threw his hands up. "Okay, that's it. Game night over. Logan wins."

Logan shook his head, placing the marker down. "This was ridiculous."

"Ridiculously fun," Wade chimed in, unbothered by Logan’s usual gruff demeanor.

As the night wrapped up for real this time, you leaned against Logan once more, feeling the warmth of his presence amidst the laughter and camaraderie around you. Sure, game night had been chaotic, but in the end, it was just another reminder that no matter how strange or dysfunctional, this was your family.

And Logan? Well, he was officially part of it now, too.

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Sorry, I Love You - Prologue

We did it! We did it! We did it! Yay!

Since you guys are awesome and helped me reach 100 followers, here is the prologue to my new Bucky x Reader fic Sorry, I Love You inspired by the Stray Kids song of the same title (also, stream 5-Star on your favorite music app!)

This is a friends-with-benefits - to - strangers - to - something that I haven't written yet. I've got 5 chapters completed and no idea where the story will take me. I'll add tags as we go!

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Friends with Benefits, angst, unrequited feelings, Natasha being a Good Friend. This is just the Prologue, so a lot more to come!

Word Count: 700

Let's go!

You hide your feelings as deep as you can, but they bubble over. You can’t help but stare dreamily when his face morphs in happiness as his eyes squint when he laughs with the guys over a pint of Asgardian liquor. 

You know your face says everything you won’t. When you meet Natasha’s gaze from across the table as Bucky throws his head back in an exaggerated groan at something Sam said, you immediately straighten your spine and wipe all traces of love sickness from your face. She softens her brows and gives you a pitying look you can’t stand.

You stand from where you’re sitting, disturbing the group’s conversation going on around you while you’re distracted by the highlights and shadows of Bucky’s mouth. His bright blue eyes meet yours, slightly fuzzy from the amount of Asgardian liquor flowing through his system, and he smiles at you from one side of his mouth.

“Where ya’ goin’, sweetheart?” Bucky basically yells from three seats away. “The party ain’t over yet!”

You laugh and drain what’s left of your drink before slamming it down and taking a small step backwards. You scrunch your face up and shake your head at the burn.

“It is for me, Barnes. You guys know it’s way past my bedtime.”

Everyone either laughs at your self-deprecating statement or starts complaining about you being lame. You smile brightly as you tell everyone good night and make your way out of the room. You immediately know you're not alone in leaving the table when you hear more exaggerated complaining from the group following someone else’s goodbye.

“Hey!”

Nat’s voice reaches your ears just as she grabs your arm and walks beside you. You both make your way towards the residential quarters where you and Nat share the same floor. The walk is quiet. Neither of you speak all the way to the elevator and the entire ride up. The hand she grabbed you with has looped through your elbow and pulled you close. You both lean back against the shiny surface of the carriage wall, listening to the soft AC/DC coming from the speakers. Freaking Tony Stark, you think to yourself, hiding a small, fond smile.

Nat breaks the silence as the ring of the bell ushers the opening of the elevator doors. Her arm tightens around your own, pulling you closer into her side.

“Are you good to go on the mission with Barnes later this year?” Although Nat asks the question bluntly, her tone of voice is gentle.

You snort and turn to look at her with a confused look on your face.

“Yeah?” you respond. You know that she knows that you know why she needs to ask the question, but you refuse to admit anything out loud.

“It’s just,” Natasha sighs and drops your arm, turning to face you, “this is a close quarters kind of mission – I don’t want you doing something stupid.”

“Wow, Nat.” You huff and cross your arms protectively in front of your chest, continuing down the hallway at the slow pace you’d set. “Tell me how you really feel.”

She closes her eyes and waves a hand in front of her face, acting like she’s batting her last words out of the air.

“Not stupid,” she clarifies, “I meant I don’t want your feelings for Barnes to make you think there’s something there when there really isn't.” Nat gives you a reproachful look when you start to deny it. “I know this is something you and he talk about sometimes, where he says he’s not looking for a relationship. But, hon, you’re always looking at him like you want one.”

You stare straight ahead to avoid her gaze, worrying your lips with the blunt edges of your teeth. A jittery, painful feeling fills you at the mere thought of whatever it is you have with Bucky ending like you know it will. This ‘relationship’ that isn't really a relationship.

“I don’t mean to,” you whisper pitifully.  

“I know,” she soothes, removing your lip from your teeth with her thumb and using the other hand to rub your arm. “It’s just a crush – it’ll go away.”

You both hear the doubt in her words.

PART 1

[ashdreams2023]

can you do a loki one shot in which reader skips her meals or something don't eat anything for whole day??? you don't have to if you don't want to

I got you sweetheart

Loki x fem reader

Tw: kind of an ED thing

Help

Loki was a bottomless bit, much like Thor but he didn’t stuff everything his eyes landed on into his mouth.

He chooses to enjoy taste and not be greedy when it comes to food, it wasn’t a good look on him.

Humans had smaller stomachs, which meant they consumed much less than any Asgardian person or first giant.

Smaller portions was something he was accustomed too whenever he went to Midgard, he didn’t mind it at all, especially when it came to meals with you, the food didn’t matter much because he was there for the good time first.

Although he had noticed something different.

It was you, your eating habits had changed since the last time he visited, you didn’t take dessert and many times just skipped your whole meal all together.

Even when it was only you two, your plate would be barely touched, you think he doesn’t notice because you’re trying too much but he dose, he notices everything.

He didn’t want to nag or bring up something you weren’t ready to talk about but it was truly concerning, it reached rock bottom when he saw how pale in the face you looked after skipping meals the last three days.

"What’s going on with you?"

"Nothing, I think I just need sleep"

"You can’t lie to save your life darling"

You sighed and rubbed your temples "Loki, I said I’m fine, I had a long day and my body just needs rest is all, stop worrying about nothing"

Loki crossed and looked down at you with a disapproved look "Your body needs food, you are a creature who needs to feed on solids, you have to eat"

"I’m not hungry-"

"Stop lying to me!"

You froze, Loki never raised his voice on you before and it felt awful. Your eyes dropped down and before he could reach out for you, you pushed him.

"Stay away from me! You have no idea how it’s like being me!" You clenched your fists in frustration, your lip trembled.

His eyes went wide, he opened his mouth then closed it, you looked hurt, he didn’t mean to hurt you, he was just worried for your health.

He sighs and hides his hands behind his back, he keeps his head low "my apologies, I should have not raised my voice at you, it was uncalled for and you didn’t deserve it….darling just please tell me what’s wrong, I want to help you"

You blinked away the little tears that threatened to drop and turned around, giving him your back, you wanted to stay mad at him, scream and hit him if he came close but you loved him and know he was telling the truth.

"You promise to not judge me?"

He nods, even though you can’t see him but you know he does.

"It’s…sometimes it’s difficult, ok?"

"Elaborate on that if you will"

You groaned and turned around to face him, you felt embarrassed after your outburst seconds again "It’s because…I don’t know, sometimes I just find eating to be a distraction and I don’t think I need it…"

Loki kept quiet for a long minute then stepped closer to you, you didn’t move this time and stayed in peace when he warped his arms around you.

"Silly girl and your ridiculous ideas, do you know how seeing you like this makes me feel?"

"Um…upset?"

"precisely….I want my beautiful dove to stay healthy, mentally and physically, which means I want you to have three meals a day and stop doing this to yourself, I don’t want to lose you to something I could have stopped"

You felt tightness in your chest at his words, you didn’t think he would react this way, you’ve done this plenty of times before but those were times when he wasn’t around.

But then again, everything changed when Loki came.

"I…I’m sorry"

"Don’t apologize too, just try to stop it, I’ll help you, I’m your friend, your lover and number one supporter, I’ll stick beside you till the end"

"You promise?"

"On my life and you know how hard it is to kill me"

"I do." you said smiled.

[rogerswifesblog]

The hat-rule

A/N: hi! Finally a post on this blog without being shadowbanned:p but you can still follow my other blog; @rogerswifesblog-updates I don’t remember how this idea come into my mind (probably some tiktok or smth) but I really hope you’ll enjoy it!!

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Cowboy!Reader (cowgirl?)

Summary: Steve puts readers hat on not knowing the rule behind his actions.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, the cowboy hat rule, reader is described rather curvy I’d say, blow job, female masturbation, squirting, cum eating, cum swallowing, male masturbation (?)

Cowboy hat rule: If you wear a cowboy'hat, you have to ride the cowboy!

It was a stupid idea, Steve thought. Going to a country club? He doesn’t even like that kind of music. But it also wasn’t his idea. It’s Clint’s turn to decide what they’re going to do on a Saturday night and that’s what he decided would be fun. Usually they made movie nights, cooking, baking or going out for drinks to some luxurious places (yeah, the last one is always on Tony).

„It’ll be fun, Cap. You can even ride the mechanic bull-we all should do it”, Clint grinned as they walked into the pub, he and Tony were wearing cowboy hats. They wanted Steve to wear one too, but he declined. It’s not really his thing. He rather wears his baseball cap, as low as possible, so nobody recognises him-even though he’s pretty sure with the other avengers this will happen either way.

Sighing, Steve shook his head. “Yeah, sure. I can do that if you leave me alone about the hat. I won’t wear one”, he mumbled, as they sat down at a free table. Steve immediately caught someone’s eye; a pretty young lady sitting at another table nearby. She was a cow…girl? At least that’s what he assumed since you were wearing a cowboy hat. A sweet smile crept onto your lips when you looked right at him meeting his gaze.

Steve felt a blush forming over his cheeks, giving you a short smile he quickly looked away, straight into the eyes of a smirking Natasha. Her gaze told him she knew something-even though he had no idea what. She was looking at him like a predator at its prey. Like a shark. A grin crept onto her lips. All teeth.

But she didn’t say anything. Instead she took out a flask, giving it to him. The smell alone told Steve it was Asgardian alcohol.

So that’s how this evening is going to be. Fine.

After they all ordered the drink Steve asked for a shot Glass for himself, too, which he received without questions about the mysterious flask. That’s one of the little perks of being an Avenger. Nobody asked questions…

While they were talking and drinking one shot after another, he forgot about the pretty girl next to them. Only meeting your gaze a few times, always smiling at each other. You even once lifted your shot at him, signalizing him to drink-and he did it. Tony noticed it, of course, teasing him about it. “Well, well, Capsicle. A cowgirl?”, but Steve ignored him, as Natasha stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him with her.

“I dare you to ride the bull!” She knew Steve is always up for a challenge, so it didn’t surprise her when he took off his cap and jacket, throwing both in her open arms. “Watch me tame that beast”, he grinned, loud enough for the avengers and you to hear. The corners of your lips twitched and you put down your drink, to fully concentrate on the avengers that were walking closer to the mechanic bull, probably wanting to watch Steve and maybe try riding it themselves.

That’s gonna be a show.

The huge chunk of a man sat on the bull, not needing help getting onto its back. His cheeks wore a gentle blush, maybe from being tipsy or maybe from having this much attention from all the people around him.

When the bull started moving you immediately saw his legs tightening around it, his muscles flexing, thigh Firm and thick. You’d do anything to feel them thighten around your head…or riding one of his thighs, while he’d bounce it, moving his hands over your body, maybe squeezing your breasts…

You quickly shook these thoughts away, watching the blond still holding onto the bull, but seemingly struggling. Huh. You thought the Captain would be better than that-but before the 20th second could pass, Steve was thrown forward, falling right over the bulls head, landing on his but.

His gaze immediately fell to you, especially when he heard your soft, amused laugh. Once again he felt his blood rush to his face, making him blush a scarlet red. “Wow, Cap, you really show the bull how it’s done-“ Tony’s voice made him look at the man. “Well, yeah? Then do it better”, while Steve left the mats, Tony shrugged his suit jacket off. “You’ll be surprised Capsicle.”

All the Avengers tried riding the bull-Tony being thrown to the side only a bit after ten seconds, then Clint, who made a literal backflip when the bull started moving more suddenly-but he was longer on the bull than Steve, not really surprising anyone. Somehow everyone got used to Clint having weird skills, not knowing the reason for that. Especially not after seeing him pole dancing on an undercover mission.

“Come on, Nat, you should try it”, Clint grinned, but the redhead only laughed. “Yeah, no I’m good.”

Hearing that the Avengers were done, you stood up and walked straight up to the bull. “Then let me show you how to really tame the bull”, with that you hopped onto the bull, not even grabbing the rope. The guy operating the bull laughed loudly. “Well, our record holder, I see. Let’s not make it easy for you”, he tipped his head to you, Turing in the bull.

You’ve ridden the mechanic animal so many times, it’s not even a real challenge anymore. Your hips moved smoothly, sliding along with every move, thrusting forward…making Steve imagine your body naked, riding him. Sinking on his dick, sliding forward and back on his dick, your hands grabbing his pecks, maybe pinching his nipple lightly. Fuck. Thank god he was sitting with his jacket in his lap, otherwise he’d give the other people around him a bigger show than before.

He couldn’t stop his dick from tenting his jeans, as he watched your breasts jiggle with every movement, your ass bounce as the bull started shaking from side to side. With you bending forward he could look right into your cleavage. His dick twitched, while he couldn’t tear away his eyes from your breasts. Fuck, they looked so soft. If you’d let him fuck these? Maybe you’d wrap your plump lips around the leaking head of his cock.

Looking up you noticed Steve staring at you, squirming in his seat. He was observing you like a tiger. A hungry tiger, watching his prey.

Without thinking twice you grabbed your hat throwing it to Steve, who caught it out of reflex. The people around him immediately started cheering, Clint and Tony telling him to put it on, which seemed to confuse him.

And then he did it.

Some people that saw the interaction clapped their hands, Tony whistled and Steve just looked confused to Nat. She only grinned cheekily. Then Clint clapped him on the shoulder and Steve was totally puzzled.

…What just happened?

After a few more seconds you jumped down from the bull, walking straight up to him. Sitting, he had to look up at you, with the few inches you had now over him. Putting his hands on his wide shoulders, you stroked over them, massaging him gently. “You know what they say, Captain…wear the hat, ride the cowboy-or, well cowgirl in this case”, you purred in his ear. Of course, others still heard it. Especially Tony, who had been listening curiously as soon as you stepped up to Steve.

The color that was slowly coming back to normal on Steve's cheeks turned once again a dark red shade, creeping from under his button down right to the very end of his ears. “E-excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am, I’m sorry for taking your hat-my friend told me to wear it-I’m really sorry, ma’am”, Steve rambled, not understanding what you were talking about. Riding? You? Were you talking about…sex? Was he this obvious with his attraction towards you? Oh god, was he being a creep???

Your soft chuckle made him look back at you, not even having noticed he started nervously looking around. “Stevie, you have no idea what it means to wear this hat, huh?”, he shook his head, slowly taking off the hat and offering it back to you. You took it in your head, but put it back on his head instead of yours. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. It’s exactly what you think it is”, you grinned and it looked like Steve’s blush darkened if that was still possible.

His mouth agape, eyes big and curious roaming over your face…his hands slowly finding your waist and pulling you a bit closer. “So we-should we go now to your place? I’d like to-you know-do…it”, Steve mumbled, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. You took his hand and pulled him up from his seat. Now, needing to look up at him, you winked at the man. “My place isn’t far away. Let’s get going and…I’ll show you some real riding”, with that you took your jacket from your booth, hearing as the avengers teased Steve. “I can’t believe we help Cap to get laid tonight-” “-don’t forget to use protection-“ “you’ll better endure longer than with the bull-” “hopefully you won’t get a heart attack old man-“

You couldn’t hear the rest after closing the pub doors and leaving the building. For a moment only sounds were coming from the cars passing by and people chatting, while you two walked the path, your arm around his, holding onto him.

“I’m Y/N”, you mumbled, only now noticing you haven’t introduced yourself yet. At least not properly. You knew who he was, probably most people in the pub knew it, but everyone was respectful and wouldn’t annoy them with autographs and pictures. In the end, the Avengers were just people. Well, maybe Tony Stark was…a bit different. But it’s Tony stark. Everyone knew him like that.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m-well, you know who I am”, he sighed, making you look up at him, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “You’re Steve-an awful bull-rider if you ask me”, this made him chuckle lightly and he pulled you a bit closer against him.

Steve smiled at you for a moment, before kissing your head, making the two of you giggle. A few moments later you stopped at your complex building, taking out your key. “Here we are”, you grinned, already imagining Steve’s hands on your body, his lips on your skin…suckling and licking at your soft spot at your throat. God, you couldn’t stop thinking about it all. But he stopped smiling, pulling away from you and looking down at the footpath.

“I…I’m not- I usually don’t do stuff like that, you should know��, he mumbled, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Was he talking about bull riding? Because you could see it, without him needing to clarify that. And you didn’t mind. “It’s okay. I’m not making fun of you, don’t worry-I mean, I’d rather made fun of Stark. He looked silly, you looked…well, pretty good”, Steve still seemed unsure and not amused, which made you furrow your eyebrows. A few seconds ago he was laughing? What happened?

Gently taking his hand out of his pocket, interlocking them you pulled Steve against you. Your other hand stroking over his cheek. “What is it Steve?”, you asked quietly. You could clearly see the blush still lingering on his pale skin.

He put his hand gently over yours, squeezing. “It’s-its the first time I left with someone-I mean I’m- I have done it but never with a stranger-not that I would mind if, because you’re really pretty and fuck-so sexy and hot-oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-I mean-god I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. It’s like my brain to mouth filter doesn’t work, Jesus, I’m so sorry”, he rambled, shaking his head.

When he looked back at you, you were grinning amused. All teeth, even with pretty dimples and little happy wrinkles surrounding your eyes. “Steve, we don’t have to do anything…we can just go up, sit down and watch a movie. I’ll make us something to eat…we don’t even have to kiss”, you reassured him.

Only then did he smile lightly before nodding. “But….I’d really like to kiss you”, it was only a whisper, barely audible. It still made your whole heart flutter, butterflies trying to erupt from under your skin, everything tingling…

God, did this man even know how pretty he was when smiling?

A second later Steve leaned down, giving you a gentle peck on the lips. Unsure and hastily, yet it still managed to make your breath hitch.

Blushing Steve watched you for a moment, before once again kissing you, this time longer. A slow soft kiss, not erotic just…gentle. It’s like he was kissing you for the purpose of kissing, not to indicate anything sexual. It was really…nice. To be kissed like that.

Your hand found his neck, pulling him a bit closer, the hat on his head slowly sliding down. You couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips, while you pulled back and pushed the head in its place. “Let’s get inside. It’s getting cold”, you whispered, feeling your own blood rush to your cheeks.

After entering your apartment, you took off your boots, Steve doing the same with his shoes toeing them off. You shook your head lightly, grinning at the grown ass man, toeing off his shoes like a child. He shrugged, pulling you closer against him. “Don’t say anything. My mom hated it when I did that”, he grinned, not even noticing sharing such a memorie with a total stranger.

Laughing, you went to the kitchen to grab two beers. Of course Steve followed you like a lost puppy, looking around your apartment curiously. “Oh this is pretty”, Steve said, looking at one of your paintings. “Thanks, it’s…just a little hobby of mine”, you said smiling. Steve’s eyes immediately light up. “I love drawing too! And painting! What paint do you use?”

That’s how you two started talking about art supplies and other stuff, Steve having more knowledge than you, but still being patient and explaining everything to you. At this point you were both sitting on the couch, close enough for your thighs to touch.

Taking another sip of your beer your gaze fell to Steve’s head, still wearing your hat. Was he even aware of it? A small smile crept onto your lips. Steve followed your gaze, or tried to, looking up cross eyed. “Oh, I’m sorry”, he blushed, taking off his hat. His hair was sticking out in every direction, which he quickly tried to brush over with his hand. “You look cute with it”, you grinned, shrugging. You grabbed the hat again, putting it on his disheveled hair.

Only then did you notice how close you two were. His breathing against your soft skin…when did his hands land on your waist? Instead of pulling away you slowly stroking with your hand over his cheek and slowly down to his neck. Steve could hear your heartbeat quicken, when he slowly pulled you on his lap. His lips and nose caressing along your skin.

Then you felt his lips press against yours, kissing you gently, but hungry. His tongue exploring your mouth, kissing your teeth. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your hips press against his bulge. “Fuck”, he whispered, slowly kissing down your neck, while grabbing your hips and grinding his arousal against your crotch, making you gasp. He felt big, even though he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

You reached with one hand to his zipper, slowly opening it, before pulling the pants a bit down with Steve’s help. While stroking his clothed cock you could feel him hardening beneath your palm. Your other hand started opening his button down.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous”, you whispered, leaning down and licking over one of his rosy nipples, listening to Steve’s moans, while he bucked into your palm. His tip had already left a wet spot on his boxer shorts from all the pre cum.

One of his hands grabbed your hair, pulling you in another bruising kiss, your lips already feeling raw from all the kissing. His grip on your hair tightened, while he grabbed your hand with the other one and guided you in his boxershorts, where he wrapped your hand around his cock.

Fuck.

Your fingers didn’t touch. They didn’t close around his girth. He was long, probably long enough to touch your cervix. Holy Jesus. You traced the vines with your fingers. You weren’t setted with just your imagination, so you broke up the kiss and looked down at his dick in your hand. “Fuck-wanna suck you off, steve. Please let me do that”, you nearly whined, already sliding down from his lap.

If you had to be honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you’d get him fully in your mouth-and if you did, then your jaw would hate you for that. You could already feel the pain. Yet it didn’t stop you.

As soon as your knees hit the floor, you started licking his tip, circling his slit, before letting him glide in your mouth. You didn’t want to tease him. You couldn’t. You had to feel him.

When you started to bob your head, you felt how your pussy started throbbing. Fuck, you’ve never been this hot for someone you just met. Opening your own pants you pushed your hand beneath your panties, already finding your pussy wet. Drenched. When you started circling your clit a moan escaped your lips, making Steve’s hips buck into your mouth. “Fuck-“, he grabbed your hair, pushing your head a bit lower. His cock hit your gag reflex, but with Steve’s movements he pushed past it, his dick filling your throat.

The slightly rougher treatment makes you even wetter, two of your fingers sliding easily in your cunt with a squelch. Steve chuckled at that. “My little slut, getting worked up while sucking my dick, huh?”, he whispered, moving your head over his dick like he pleased. And you let him.

You’d let him do anything and everything to you at this point.

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of dick. You only looked up at him, while he fucked your face like toy.

You really hadn’t expected him to turn into a rough dom, after being all shy and unsure the whole evening long. Somehow this made it all even better. And you wetter.

“Baby-fuck, I’m going to fill your pretty mouth-you’d like that, huh? I can tell you’re desperate to have my cum fill your pretty mouth”, he mumbled, his thrusts becoming harder, his dick hitting your throat more often.

Your movements of your fingers quickened too and you started rubbing your clit furiously, feeling your orgasm approach, while Steve was chasing his own, fucking your face without a care.

The mix of Steve’s pre cum and your saliva was dripping down your chin and onto his balls, even some of it on his pants. It was messy. Filthy even.

A moan escaped you, muffled by Steve’s cock, when you finally came, drenching your own fingers while you squirted over your hand, your legs trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. “Oh fuck sweetheart-“, with that Steve pressed your head down, your nose hitting his pelvic, while he grinded against your face, his cum floating your mouth and throat. He slowly pulled your head away, but you felt how his tip was still twitching and spurting more cum. God, how much could he cum?

He pulled his whole shaft out, only leaving the tip between his lips. “Swallow sweetheart, Daddy wants to feed you some more”, if you could come just from words, this would be definitely it.

Steve started stroking his dick, not moving your head, still having the mushroom head between your lips. You looked up at him, still circling your clit gently, before pulling your hand out of your pants, which Steve quickly grabbed and pulled to his lips, licking and sucking your fingers clean. “Mm, so good, baby. Cant wait to have a taste from the source”, he grinned, making you whine quietly against his dick.

After a few more strokes you felt his cum flood your mouth, while Steve’s head fell back, a load moan escaping his lips, while he milked his cock in your mouth. You felt his tip leaving some cum on your lips when he pulled away, his dick slapping against his abdomen, still hard. “Swallow, sweetheart”, he grinned lazily. You did as told, showing him your empty mouth, sticking out your tongue, while you leaned to his dick again, licking around the head. “Such a good girl, fuck”, he whispered, grinding his dick against your face, before pulling you by the hair and away from his cock, back on his lap.

Your hat was still on his head, just a bit crooked, so you adjusted it a bit, which wasn’t necessary since Steve pulled you in another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, chasing his own taste.

“How many times can you go?”, you whispered against his lips, stroking over his hard cock again.

A devilish grin appeared on his lips.

“Wanna find out?”

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[musclesandhammering]

I like the idea of pre-canon Loki being an icon to asgardian minority groups.

Like, the queer community in Asgard? Love him to death. Particularly the trans community. They look up to them so hard.

Little asgardian girls hero-worshipping loki in her female form, because not only is she a female warrior who reminds them of a Valkyrie, but she’s also a sorcerer and a princess.

Asgardians who don’t fit the traditional asgardian standard of beauty being obsessed with Loki cause he looks nothing like his family or the people around him but he’s still confident and hot as hell.

Asgardian witches (independent magic users) after centuries of persecution suddenly feeling so seen and represented because there’s a witch in the royal family (Frigga doesn’t count, she works for the government).

Asgardian commoners feeling slightly less invisible because the younger prince is kind to them and spends more time mingling in the smaller villages than the rest of the royal family who hang out in the palace.

Non-Asgardians who have been wary of Asgard because of their suffocating military presence for eons, feeling just a tiny bit more at ease because the second prince likes sneaking off-world and exploring other realms and meeting other people all the time.

After the truth about his heritage comes out sometime post-TDW, non-Asgardians living in Asgard (like Hogun for example) feel oddly comforted by the fact that a member of a persecuted race is part of the ruling family.

[idksmtms]

Girl I have like an entire storyline here lmao, I have a lot of imagination…too bad I’m not a writer lol. I’m not a native speaker so I apologize in advance if something is written in the wrong way❤️. 

So that was my idea for the Poseidon X Goddess! Reader:

I imagine her as a Norse goddess ( my favorite mythology) and this is kind of a crossover with marvel, but not really (everyone’s alive, but not mentioned and they live separately living each of them their own life, so no avengers, the members singularly exist but they are living at peace, just the occasionally battle, no war, no blip, no things like that, they are in the same universe but they don’t know each other tho) I hope this was clear 😫.

I imagine her as Thor and Loki’s younger sister (she is like 1000 years old or something)I don’t know what kind of goddess she could be, I was thinking love and war maybe, I love the goddess Freyja sooo… 

I imagine her as the scarlet witch but with blue colors, even blue hair maybe lol, she is different from other gods and goddesses, maybe even considered weird from some of them. 

They met when she was 800 or so, because before that olympians and asgardians did not like each other for centuries, so Loki, Thor and y/n have never seen Olympia. 

Once Kronos dies, Zeus and Odin decide to make an agreement, both parties could live at peace without risking any war, a friendly pact. 

Then they celebrate and everyone meet at Olympia, first meeting for y/n and Poseidon. 

Y/n is a beautiful goddess, her blue hair are iconic and unique and she has the power of love and war, so I would say that everyone were watching her, some were envious, others jealous, someone was even afraid maybe, they don’t really know how her powers works, she is kind of strange with her blue hair.

But of course, Poseidon was very intrigued already. They all take a seat in this very long table, and while Poseidon was watching her, for the first time that night, she was staring back at him, she could feel that he was not judging her like everyone else was doing, so she smiled. 

In the meantime I imagine the situation being a little bit chaotic of course, while y/n and Poseidon were just occasionally eying each other and EVERYONE could see that. Then they also dance together and  talk a little (other gods were already feeling the sexual tension lmao😏) . From that moment, they of course are very interested in each other, and in many occasions they talk, they fight together, and one day they kiss.

He is the only one that believes in her powers and is not afraid of her strength (beyond her family and her people of course). He would definitely kneel for his woman and admit that she is more powerful than him any day.

But they can’t stay together, because yes to peace, no to relationships between olympians and asgardians (forbidden love trope 👀).

They keep their relationship hidden for a very long time (with her powers, they could keep the secret from Zeus, Hades knew but he was fine with it and never ever said anything, hades is a Poseidon and Y/n fan in this), but one day Olympia declares war to Asgard because the lightning bolt is stolen and y/n is the one being accused…but guess who was it actually ? Hermes, the motherfucker found out why y/n didn’t want him, at first he thought it was because of the rule but then he caught y/n and Poseidon in the lake and let’s say they were not swimming 👀…yes they were practicing so they could have Percy a century later lol ( I don’t know if you write smut, this scene would need al lot of spicy details) 

So Hermes is the og Luke of course, the war doesn’t happen because they find the lighting bolt, everyone finds out about Poseidon and Y/n and another agreement is made, after a 100 or so peace, olympians and asgardians will never ever again have another interaction…

This was part 1, in the other Percy will be in it. I really hope you like it🦋🩵💙! 

WAIT WHY DO I KINDA SORTA RLLY LOVE THIS???? OK OK IM MAKING THE MASTERLIST RN SO GIMME A MIN AND ILL PUT IT ON THERE!!!

[the-lady-amphitrite]

— A FAIRYTALE BEGINNING | chapter 9

of mirrors and secrets

pairing: Loki / f!half-Asgardian!Reader word count: 6,452 summary: you settle your thoughts on soulmates, and then a conversation with your best friend goes wrong in this chapter: more soulmate talk, a sprinkle of Loki being jealous, more points for the "idiots in love" tag, Loki's pronouns are she/they in the second section, an interrupted argument with Loki (i'm sorry) author notes: and welcome back! if you've seen the masterlist today, then yeah the chapter count went up again. i'm sorry. this was originally meant to be the second half of the last chapter, but that cliffhanger was fun, right? 😊 also, if anyone knows anything about gardening i'm very sorry. i do not, and considering this is the only planned time gardening will be used in a scene i will not be learning about anything more than seeding and planting times just to make sure Voranda works in the rough timeline of this chapter. many apologies.

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Tension winds its way through you in the days that follow. Frigga’s words about the soulmate spell containing both blood and soul magic weigh heavily on you. It weighs more since you learnt it the days after Lord Ivarr’s bonding with Lady Tryggvadóttir.

Something that you once admired, something you once looked forward to, something that once seemed so sacred now feels like it could be the worst part of what it means to be a Drekasál.

You force yourself to push those lingering thoughts aside for other matters. Between your lessons and the upcoming string of back-to-back feasts, birthdays, and holidays, there’s so much else for you to focus on right now. And yet, the questions still find time to push themselves forward. To make you worry, think, and wonder.

You wonder the most about if you should ask your family how they see it. Do they see the soulmate bonds as a curse, or do they believe it’s blessed by Yggdrasill and the Voiceless One? Once, you might have believed that they all see it as being blessed by Yggdrasill and the Voiceless One. After all, you did, even if no one had ever asked you.

How else were you meant to view something that you see every day because of the bonded pairs you’ve grown up around all of your life?

It takes so little for you to remain quiet each time you want to ask. Seeing the relationships between your mother and uncle, or Katla and Tórbjǫrn, keeps you from asking.

Your mother and uncle are incredibly close, their bond strong from a thousand years spent with one another. Bonded by time, and by experiences that they sometimes talk about, regaling you with stories from their life before settling on Asgard. Of the battles, the friendships, the adventures, and the mundane moments that filled those centuries.

With Katla and Tórbjǫrn, the twins have always had each other, but you know from watching Loki and her brothers that such a thing doesn’t mean siblings don’t argue or have days they can’t get along. You’ve never seen Katla and Tórbjǫrn do anything like that. They just always seem to exist in harmony, annoying each other in an affectionate, loving manner, but never anything worse.

How can you reconcile the idea that you and your family are all cursed, when they look so happy to have the one they were meant to be bonded to?

The answer comes just a few days later.

You’re told at lunch by Katla that Lord Ivarr and Lady Tryggvadóttir are finally ready to meet the rest of the conflagration. Lord Ivarr had apparently even told Katla that he and his new soulmate would be remaining in Asgard. Something you thought she would look happier about than she was when she told you. He’s one of her heartmates, after all. Someone she loves dearly and has loved deeply for longer than you’ve been alive.

You do your best to distract her from whatever leaves a shadow in her dark eyes. You’re not sure how well it works.

Later, your family collects itself in Katla’s pavilion. It’s not as high up as your family’s, but her rooms aren’t as high in the palace as your family’s either. The whole conflagration stands together in a loose, casual formation, though it’s nothing like the one you take up when flying.

While your uncle stands next to your mother, you stand before them. You don’t know the order the others are standing in, but you think Katla and Tórbjǫrn are right behind them. You can’t turn around to check, though. Your mother’s hand on your shoulder feels heavy, rooting you to the spot.

Everyone is standing in tense silence as you wait for the pavilion doors to open. For the new soulmate pair to enter. When the doors finally swing open on silent hinges, you can almost hear everyone’s collective breathing just stop.

It’s strange, in a way. You’d been so eager to meet Lady Tryggvadóttir just a few nights ago when she first showed up. Now you’re worried about meeting her. She and Lord Ivarr have decided to remain in Asgard, but that doesn’t mean they can’t still change their minds. They could still leave. Lord Ivarr could decide to leave Asgard, to journey across Yggdrasil’s branches with his new soulmate, and leave your conflagration behind.

You don’t like the idea of that. Of losing a member of your family just because he decides he wants to leave.

Lady Tryggvadóttir enters first, Lord Ivarr close on her heels. Walking next to each other, you’re surprised to see how much taller the drekakona is when compared to Lord Ivarr. Her height, combined with her high-pointed ears, makes you realise that she’s both Drekasál and Ice Elf.

Watching them approach also makes you realise just how at ease they seem to be with each other already. It’s only been a few days, but if you didn’t know better, you would think they’ve known each other far longer. Something about the way they walk together, the way they move as a unit, is just… different. You’d never realised (consciously, or unconsciously) how your mother and uncle or how Katla and Tórbjǫrn move in the same way.

They move like they’re two halves of a whole. Like one could exist without the other, but to do so would leave you without the complete picture of either Drekasál. And suddenly, you get it. Not entirely, not quite the way a bonded person does, but for the first time, you’re seeing what it means, truly, to become one half of a soulmate pair.

To move without speaking and yet understand one another entirely. To know what the other is thinking, with just a glance. Offering a hand before one is asked, and reaching for it because you know they’re going to without you asking. Someone who is always in your corner, even if no one else will be. Someone to see and understand the worst of you, but also the best of you. A being who is always there, always yours.

It’s nothing short of beautiful.

“Go greet them. Remember your eyes,” your mother whispers to you, and then pushes you forward gently. Your first step is hesitant. Uncertainty winds its way through you as you approach them, even as your steps grow more confidant.

Your mother had said earlier that you must be the one to greet them. You hadn’t thought to ask then why it has to be you, and not someone else from the conflagration. Still, you shift your eyes as you approach; the world becomes sharper, gaining more variance in colour even as it remains monochrome. You can’t see the colour of Lady Tryggvadóttir or Lord Ivarr’s eyes, but you can see their shape. They wear their dragon eyes, just as you are.

You stop a few feet from them as Lady Tryggvadóttir drops to her knee. She bows her head, places her left hand over her heart, and then lays the palm of her right hand pressed flat against the floor.

It’s a gesture of respect. Something that both surprises you and thrills you in a way you can’t quite explain. Even more so when Lord Ivarr follows suit to do the same.

“My Lady Kárudóttir,” both dragons say.

“Lady Tryggvadóttir, Lord Ivarr,” you say. You nod your head at each of them, just as your mother and uncle have taught you. Yet you also choose to be a little unorthodox, to deviate a little from the norm of greeting a dragon who bows to you because you’re curious. “Lady Tryggvadóttir, might I inquire what colour your scales are?”

Without any hesitation, she replies, “Blue, my lady. Not like the dark blue of the ocean as your scales are, but the light blue of the sky.”

A small smile blooms slowly on your face at her answer.

For the first time in your life, you are not the only blue dragon on Asgard.

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When spring arrives in Asgard nearly half a year later, it finds you once again in Frigga’s garden.

It’s Voranda now, the month where the mornings are cold, but the afternoons are starting to warm up. The perfect time to begin tending to the garden, preparing it for this spring’s growth. It's also the first time you've watched Loki try to garden with her new diadem.

Like her brothers, Loki’s sixteenth birthday meant, according to the Æsir, she had finally come of age. For Loki, it mostly meant she was finally allowed to take on a few royal duties, like her brothers had when they turned sixteen. With that milestone had also come the reveal of their royal diadem, and their rune. The symbol she had chosen to be hers, just as Thor and Baldr had done when they each came of age.

Made of gleaming nornaseiða uru, the horns that curve back out of the band of Loki’s new diadem are tall and elegant. The cheekpieces curve softly around Loki’s cheekbones, adding a bit of something between awe and fear to the way the diadem looks on her. The segment between the horns also has an embossing of her symbol — a Kenaz turned on its side so it points down.

It’s because of how tall the horns of their diadem are that you’ve spent the last ten minutes kneeling a few feet away from her, trying not to laugh.

Loki’s tending to an elderberry bush, the branches only beginning to bloom in the early spring weather. As she’s checking the soil and pruning the lower branches of the elderberry bush, her horns keep getting caught in the upper branches of the bush. You were tending to a juniper berry bush just opposite her, but the constant rustling and aggravated noises Loki kept making as they tended to their bush ended up distracting you.

“You know,” you start to tell them after she breaks one branch trying to disentangle the horns from the bush, “if your diadem is giving you this much trouble, you should probably take it off.”

The laughter you’re trying so desperately to hold in as you watch Loki struggle must be clear, because she turns an exasperated, affectionate look on you. The branch she broke off falls to the ground, and you can’t help but smother your giggle behind your hand as it hits the soil.

“Sticky charm,” Loki grumbles as she sits back on their heels. It takes a moment for you to understand it's an explanation for why she hasn't taken their diadem off yet.

“Loki,” you say, unable to hold back your giggles as you give them a disbelieving look. “Tell me you didn't.”

“The sticky charm was the only way to get it to stay on my face!” Loki says to you with obvious irritation, their jaw clenching as she defends herself. “This one only has a half-band, not a full band like my ceremonial diadem. I know it wasn’t the brightest idea, okay?”

Her words throw you off balance for a moment. Loki’s rarely irritated at you, and you wonder how many times she’s had to defend herself today about casting the charm on their diadem. Your giggles die down quickly, your smile slipping into a frown.

A stricken look crosses their face when she sees your frown, and the young goddess looks away, shoulders stiff. You shuffle over to their side, reaching out a tentative hand to place on their shoulder as you lean around, trying to look into her eyes even as she turns her face further away from you.

“Loki…” You say their name as softly as you can, suffusing those four letters with the soft, gentle affection you hold for your best friend. You rest your chin on their shoulder. “Who said it?”

Loki is quiet, but then she takes a deep breath, her shoulders untensing as she leans her head against yours. Their answer is hushed as she tells you, “Both of them. They said I shouldn’t be so ‘irresponsible’ with spells I cast. I know they have a point, but…”

“You didn’t like hearing it after you’d already realised your mistake?” You offer.

“I didn’t like how they said it to me,” Loki corrects, then sighs. “You’re lucky you don’t have to deal with this with your parents.”

You let out a soft half-laugh as you wrap your arms around them, hugging them.

“Maybe not about seiðr, but my father still struggles to deal with me being a dragon, and my mother still thinks I’m too Æsir. Add in my seiðr that neither of them understands, and,” you give a half-shrug, “sometimes I think I might as well be completely foreign to them.”

The chuckles you and Loki both let out are tinged with bitterness and mutual understanding. This is far from the first time you and Loki have lamented about your parents, and you know Loki’s grateful that she has someone to talk to about it.

When Loki talks to Thor and Baldr about it, her brothers don't seem to understand what she’s telling them. Something the young goddess has told you she believes is simply because neither of her brothers wield seiðr the way she does. Thor and Baldr’s seiðar are more elemental in nature, rather than the free-flowing nature of Loki’s.

“I still can’t believe they let you commission six headpieces. Did you really need so many?” you ask, a teasing smile on your face as you try to banter with your best friend and get her mind off of what their parents had said.

“I needed more, actually.”

You can hear the grin in Loki’s words, her tone dry and playful, and you let out an amused huff before asking, “Really? The ones you’ve commissioned already weren’t enough?”

“Well, I was thinking about commissioning one with horns that angle out from the band, and then angle up like the others.” She moves her hands around to create a vague shape, trying to outline her idea for it. You lean around to look at their face — thinking for a moment that surely they’re joking with you — but she looks completely serious, even with the slight smile on their lips.

“You make me look forward to when I’ll have to commission my own headpieces after maturity less and less,” you say to her. You shake your head, a slight smile of your own on your lips, before resting your chin on their shoulder again.

“Do you know what design you’re going to do for yours?” She asks, leaning back against you.

“Mmm, I have a few ideas for what I want,” you say. “I know I’m only going to commission a ceremonial one, and a war one. I’m not royalty, so I don’t need to commission a diadem.”

“You could be, maybe, someday.” Her voice is soft as she looks away, twirling the stick they broke from the elderberry bush. You grimace at Loki’s words, feeling uneasy about her veiled suggestion for multiple reasons.

As the only child of Týr Hymisson, in some ways it makes you, well, valuable to Asgard.

Your father is the General of Asgard’s armies, and one of the most powerful gods in the Nine Realms of Asgard outside of the House of Odin (politically speaking, anyway). Of Asgard’s nobility, only your mother, Kára, outranks you. Once you come of age some time in the next decade, you’ll be the highest ranking unmarried member of the Court of Asgard. And with your family being so close personally with members of the House of Odin, it makes you highly valuable to Asgard. If the realm needs a non-royal for a marriage alliance with one of the other Realms of Yggdrasil, you would be its first choice.

Loki places their hand over one of yours, holding onto it gently. That strange, familiar warmth begins to burn in your hand and spread through your body. The sensation breaks you from your dour thoughts, bringing you back to this simple moment.

A cool spring breeze rustles the bare branches and the barely there leaves, driving some of Loki’s dark hair to tickle your face. The sun lays a gentle warmth on your skin, the heat seeping through your clothes. There’s a gentle twittering of birds from the trees across the Sleipa. And in the silence of the moment, you can hear Loki’s breath and your own heartbeat.

It’s one of countless simple moments between just the two of you that you’ve had together over the years. One you would like to do again and again, perhaps even for the rest of your life.

The warmth in your chest, centred in your heart as the beats grow heavier, trembles and shakes.

Like a match lighting a candle in the middle of the night, suddenly you can see into the web of those clouded, often nebulous feelings you associate with Loki. Feelings that you have so frequently pushed aside and ignored for the last year, as that trembling, shaking warmth in your heart envelopes you until the world shines brightly.

If it’s possible, you will do this with Loki for the rest of your life. Part of you belongs to Loki, a part freely given to her over and over through the years you’ve known each other. A large piece of your heart that has grown to cherish — to love them as more than a friend.

There’s a small part of you — springing off the realisation of your affections for Loki — that thinks, ‘Yes, I could be royalty someday. Because of you.’

But you can’t just say that. The words stick in your throat, clawing their way back down into your chest so they remain unsaid. Your heartbeat quickens and your stomach curls as the words refuse to be spoken.

Loki is your best friend. If you were to lose that to a confession of your affections, if you were to lose her, you don’t know how you could ever pretend everything is just the same as before.

So you let the words settle back down in your lungs. Let them make a permanent home there.

And then you pretend the words never crossed your mind in the first place.

Like you haven’t realised the sheer depth of your affections for the Goddess of Mischief.

“Comes with the territory of being my father’s daughter,” you say with a shrug.

An attempt at nonchalance over something that you both know bothers you. Something that’s bothered both of you since the first time Lord Alfarr made an off-hand comment about arranged marriages and betrothals between Asgard's nobility and the other kingdoms in the Nine Realms.

Before Loki can say anything, you scoot around them with a grin on your face. You give a playful swipe at her nose with one finger as you tell them, “Besides, my mother would never let me be married off. According to her, dragons don’t marry, we only take heartmates. And Babba always listens to her when it comes to Drekasál things. So, Princess Loki, you are stuck with me until I decide to go looking around Yggdrasil for my soulmate.”

Loki giggles as she shakes her head. She takes your hands in hers, her expression soft.

Your traitorous heart leaps in your chest at that gentle look of hers. Warmth burns and curls tenderly from your heart to your hands. She’s always beautiful, but even more so when this look is on their face. You love seeing such a tender, earnest expression on their face — especially when it’s directed solely at you. It makes you feel alive in a way you can’t quite put to words.

“I will always be happy being stuck with you, Firefly,” she says. She leans towards you, the look on her face becoming a questioning one as she stares at you. “Do you really want to go running alone across Yggdrasil for decades? What if you never find them?”

“I’ll find them.” You say it with heartfelt conviction. You understand now (because of Lord Ivarr and Lady Tryggvadóttir, and because of your mother and uncle) that, while it’ll take time, you’re destined to find your soulmate at some point. “It’s the Voiceless One’s will. It might take me a while — a long while even — but when I do find them, it’ll be worth it.”

You look up at the sky, where Iðavǫllr hangs, high and shining in the daylight. Your mind wanders and wonders about the realms out there. Places you’ve only read about, places your heart yearns to see and experience. Your voice turns wistful as you say, “I’ll get to see so many places out there among the stars, Loki. See so many things that we’ve only heard or read about.”

“Yet Asgard is your home, and we are your friends. You would truly leave us behind to chase after a being you might not find for centuries?”

“It’s not like I have much of a choice. The chance I find them in Asgard? It’s low.”

You shift your gaze from the sky back to Loki, who’s looking at you. The look on their face is something that reminds you of desperation — but that’s silly; this is Loki, and she’s never desperate about anything.

And yet, you can’t shake the feeling that is exactly what you’re seeing.

“I’ll come home for you,” you promise. Your words are soft, but their meaning is weighted. “I’ll always come home to you.”

You squeeze her hands, watching the way her eyes dart around your face. It’s something Loki has always done, weighing the words they hear. Like sometimes she’s not sure she can believe what she hears, despite their godhood being a domain that gives them more clarity on if someone is lying or not.

“I’ll hold you to your word,” Loki finally says. She gives you a tentative smile, squeezing your hands back. You smile at them in return, yours far less hesitant and far more bright. After all, you expected nothing less from the Goddess of Lies.

Loki stands, pulling you to your feet with them. Lacing their hand with yours, she tugs you along after her, saying, “Come. We’re going to find my mother. We’re done with the plants, and it’s nearing dinner time. And based on the procession of hǫfálfar that arrived just after lunch, we have guests from Søkkvavǫllr this evening.”

“Søkkvavǫllr? The hǫfálfar are visiting us again? So soon after Búradagrinn?” you ask, genuine curiosity and excitement in your words as you follow behind.

Búradagrinn was only a couple of weeks ago, and there had been several hǫfálfar in attendance during those three days of celebration. You’d had a lengthy and enjoyable conversation that first night with a young hǫfálfar named Bǫðvarr before Loki joined you. Topics about various interests like Søkkvavǫllr’s famed underwater fields, the recent discovery of an old castle in Vanaheimr’s polar cap that predates Álfheimr’s first visit, and the new play Death of Desire had all come up as you spoke with him.

“Hoping Bǫðvarr is going to be there?” Loki asks. She doesn’t look back at you when she speaks.

There’s something unfamiliar in Loki’s words, something almost bitter that makes you frown at them. They’d avoided your question entirely. Loki loves to tease that she knows the truth sometimes. You’re used to that, but rarely does she not answer. At least not without hinting she knows the truth. And their tone… you’ve never heard that tone before from your best friend.

“Well, he was nice to speak with,” you mumble, trying to ignore the sudden pit in your stomach. “Did you… not like him?”

Loki suddenly straightens, her hand gripping yours a bit tighter and subtly pulling you closer to her side. The way she does this is an answer in and of itself, and you can feel yourself relax almost immediately. You can’t help the bit of a smile that tugs at your lips as you wrap your free arm around theirs, and lay your head on Loki’s shoulder.

“You know you’ll always be my favourite,” you tell them. There’s a warmth curling and winding through you. Your heart beats a little harder in your chest. It’s borne of the sudden, spiralling fantasy that Loki’s jealousy might be something more than you greatly enjoying that brief acquaintanceship with Bǫðvarr.

It’s a fantasy you have to quickly shove down and lock away. You can’t recall Loki ever even hinting that she thinks of you as anything more than her best friend. You’d make a fool out of yourself eventually if you let that fantasy run wild.

“Mmm, do I now?” Loki asks, but her tone is lighter now. More playful.

“Well, I would hope so! It would make calling you my best friend a bit awkward if you thought someone else was my favourite,” you say, squeezing their hand.

“And here I thought Gauti was your favourite,” Loki teases. You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head at her words

“Oh dear. Well, don’t tell him he’s not actually my favourite. I’m sure it would crush him horribly to learn it's actually you, Your Highness,” you reply, doing absolutely nothing to hide your wide grin.

Loki brings the both of you to a halt. She presses a finger to her lips, tilting her head back and letting out a falsely contemplative hum. Then, they turn to face you, leaning toward you with a smirk and a playful glint in her eyes.

“No,” Loki says, poking your nose quite suddenly, “I think I will let him know I’m your favourite. We can’t let poor Gauti continue believing such a lie! That would be —”

It happens without warning.

One moment, Loki is looking down at you with that playful smirk. The next, something heavy, and solid, and sharp smacks into your face. You hiss in pain, turning your face away and backing away a few steps from her. You hear whatever it is thud against the ground a few times before rolling into the bushes.

"Ymir's drowning blood! What in the Nine Realms was that?" you ask. Hand pressed against your forehead, you take in a sharp breath, gently rubbing at the suddenly aching, tender skin.

"Are you okay?" Loki asks, something like distress in her words. She quickly steps closer, a hand outstretched towards your face. Brushing your hand aside, their palms cup your cheeks as she looks at your face.

It takes only half a second for you to realise what's different from just moments ago. Their diadem is gone. There's not even an impression left behind on her skin from where it's sat for most of today.

“That was careless of me,” Loki mutters, angry and annoyed as she holds your face, “not realising the sticky charm had a chance of dispelling before this day is over.”

You hold very still as she cradles your face, unwilling to move in case you give your recently realised affections for her away. The intensity in how she looks at you is disarming, and it takes a few moments for your mouth to work again.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve taken worse hits in training,” you tell Loki, trying to reassure them you’ll be fine in a few hours.

Their thumb swipes gently over where her diadem hit you in the face. The pain fades quickly, and you know without having to ask that she’s taken the moment to heal the minor bump.

“Better?” they ask, eyes searching your face to see if she needs to heal anywhere else. The healing hadn’t been necessary for such a minor thing. A tiny part of you finds it pointless, because you’ve definitely had worse injuries from training, but most of you appreciates the gesture for what it is. Affection and care.

“Yeah. Thanks, Loki.”

You gently pull away, quickly averting your eyes. They fall on Loki’s diadem, resting beneath a cluster of what appear to be shrubs just to your left. Looking at them, it takes you only a moment to identify what kind of shrubs they are. You know the shape of those leaves and how they grow. It’s a shrub you’ve helped tend to, and one you’ve harvested urushiol oil from when asked.

Thunderwood. A harmless plant to you, and to most other beings native to the Nine Realms.

You drop to one knee, reaching for their diadem —

“No!”

Loki’s voice rings out, sharp and high. At the same moment, an invisible force wraps around you in an instant. Before you can even understand what’s happening, you’re slung through the air and landing a few feet down the path.

You lay there for a moment, too stunned by the quickness of events to speak.

Loki is kneeling down beside you. She doesn’t touch your arm, even as she tries to check it over. You don’t know what they’re looking for. The look on their face is one you’ve almost never seen either — genuine terror.

“Did you touch it? Did any of it get on you?” she asks, her voice tight and her words rushed.

“What?”

“Did the leaves touch you?” their eyes flick up to your face briefly before returning to your arm. “I need to get you to Lady Eir, and quickly.”

You’re taken aback by their tone. As you sit up, you say, “What? No. Why? Is something wrong with the thunderwood?”

“Thund—gods above,” Loki says. Something in her features twists in a way that makes you feel twisted up and almost ill inside. You don’t like it, and you don’t know why.

“Firefly, that wasn’t thunderwood.” Loki picks up your arm gingerly, looking at it closer. Without even looking, she waves a hand at her diadem. It dissolves before your eyes, and you know they’ve sent it somewhere. Likely their room, since it wasn’t in their hand to store in a pocket dimension. “That was Hel’s touch.”

“No. No, it couldn’t be,” you tell her, tugging your arm from her grasp. You stand up and step away from her, wanting a few feet of space between you and the young goddess. That distracting warmth and fluttering feeling in your heart is not what you need to feel or focus on in this moment. “I know those leaves. I know the way thunderwood looks, Loki.”

Loki stands up after you do. She looks at you with a pinched expression.

“Thunderwood has red stems. Those stems are purple,” she tells you. Something about the way they say it makes your posture tighten. It hits you a moment later why. Something about her tone has shifted away from that Loki-tone you always hear, to the regal, authoritative tone of the Princess of Asgard.

“I know the difference between them, Loki,” you snap back to them.

“Really? Can you suddenly see colour then? Because last I checked, that curse makes it so you can only see in monochrome,” Loki bites out, stepping towards you. You swallow the growl that wants to slip from you. The growl that demands to remind her the kind of being they’re speaking with.

“It’s not a curse.”

“You still buy into the whole ‘fated’ aspect? Genuinely? Even though you could have died—”

“Because I am, Loki!” A growl slips from your lips without you realising for a moment. You turn away from her quickly and take several deep breaths, pushing down the swirl of wrath that snarls and howls inside you. Once it’s contained, you turn back to her. You can see the flinty look in her eyes, the stubborn set of her mouth.

“It is a curse, and it needs to be destroyed. Permanently.” Loki’s words are soft and sharp. They’re a dagger, slicing right into your heart as the memories of your conflagration’s soulmate pairs flash to the forefront of your thoughts.

Your words are still edged with hardness when you speak again, but they’re quieter than before.

“Just because you don’t understand what it means to have this spell on your soul—” you emphasise the word ‘spell’ on purpose, letting them know you don’t agree with their word choice, “—doesn’t mean you have the right to scorn something that is part of me. I didn’t judge you.”

Loki flinches hard enough that it surprises you. You freeze in turn. It was a low blow in more ways than one. You regret saying it now, especially when you know you’ve undoubtedly hurt her.

“What’s with the shouting I heard?” Frigga’s voice says from behind you.

You tense immediately, a sick feeling filling you once more as you watch how Loki turns a charming smile on her mother. If you hadn’t been the one arguing with her, you wouldn’t have even thought they were angry just a moment ago.

“Hello, Mother,” Loki says with their usual grin, tinged with that warning of mischief. “We were looking for you.”

You compose yourself quickly, turning to Frigga with a mostly neutral look on your face. You hope your slight quirk of a smile is convincing enough.

Frigga raises her eyebrow as she walks right past you to stand closer to Loki. She looks between the two of you as she asks, “Were you now? Well then, what can I help you both with?”

Loki places one hand on their hip, waving the other dismissively. “Not for anything of that nature. We finished tending to the plants you asked us to, and now it’s nearly dinner. Firefly’s hungry, so we wanted to let you know before we left to eat.”

When Frigga’s eyes land on you again, you shrug at first. You follow it with, “Loki told me we have guests from Søkkvavǫllr. I want to see them.”

“Very well,” Frigga says, nodding, “if you’re done for the evening, then go ahead. I’ll join the festivities in time. And Loki?”

“Yes, Mother?”

“Try not to cause too many problems for our guests this evening. I heard they weren’t quite so entertained by your antics with the young prince during Búradagrinn. I’d rather you not offend them again, understood?” Frigga says it with a smile, placing a hand on Loki’s back.

“Yes, Mother,” Loki says again, though their tone is a bit more exasperated this time.

“And wear your diadem with the full band this time as well.”

Loki’s smile slips a little, then becomes a bit more forced. She says, “Of course. I’ll grab it before we go to dinner so I can change too, since I doubt you want me going to dinner in trousers and a tunic. Anything else that you need me to do before I go, or are we free to leave?”

Frigga seems to be trying to withhold some of her amusement as she looks down at her child. You’ve known the Queen of Asgard long enough to recognise how terribly she’s hiding it though. You’ve never quite understood why Loki’s occasional lack of subtlety is so amusing to Frigga.

“Yes, you may leave,” she says. She drops a kiss on top of Loki’s head. “I love you, Loki.”

“I love you too, Mother,” Loki says as she begins walking back towards the garden’s entrance.

“We’ll see you later tonight, Frigga,” you tell her, before turning away to follow Loki.

Despite the tension you feel choking the air between you, Loki doesn’t try to outpace you as she walks. They walk like nothing is wrong, but you can tell they’re still mad or upset about the argument. She doesn’t link arms with you as you walk, nor does she speak.

You remain silent as you walk, too afraid of upsetting her more by speaking. Telling Loki you’ll see them at dinner once she breaks away to take a lift up to her room is hard enough. Especially with how friendly Loki acts towards you right before she gets in the lift.

It feels easier for you to breathe once Loki’s gone. You don’t understand why Loki reacted the way they did in the gardens. They’ve never snapped at you like that before.

And you’ve never growled at them before either, you think to yourself.

“It is a curse, and it needs to be destroyed. Permanently.”

The words sting, and you’re glad you’re alone when you remember them. You lean against a wall, somewhere between the lift you left Loki in and the lift you’re headed to so you can change as well. With your head in your hands, you bring forth the hundreds of memories you have of your conflagration’s soulmate pairs.

As always, your mother and uncle are the first to spring to the forefront of your thoughts. You’ve seen them almost every day of your life that you can remember. Theirs is a more subtle bond, but you’ve always felt the love between them. You’ve seen them support each other, and you’ve seen the easy way they bring joy to one another.

Lord Ivarr and Lady Helga are the next to come to your thoughts. They’ve been a wonder for you to watch since that first day. You’ve watched them as they adjust to seeing the world in a new way. You’ve watched Lady Helga learn how to fit herself into Lord Ivarr’s life, and how easily he’s made room for his soulmate in so many spots. Sometimes you’re not even sure if he’s aware he’s doing it. Lady Helga is, though. You’ve seen it on her face a few times.

Then there’s Katla and Tórbjǫrn. The twins have always shown you without any restraint the joy and warmth that comes from being each other’s soulmate. You envy them for how close they are. You also can’t count how many times you’ve begged the Voiceless One for your bond to be like theirs.

An aching joy fills you as you let the memories of them fill you. You yearn for your soulmate, whoever they will be. You have your hopes for a bond like Katla and Tórbjǫrn’s, but you know you’ll adore whatever bond the Voiceless One gives you. They’re yours, whoever they are.

You know the soulmate spell isn’t a curse for your people. You just can’t figure out how to show Loki so she sees it like you do.

After a few more minutes, you push away from the wall. A deep breath in, then out, and then you head towards the lift that will take you closest to your family’s quarters.

You don’t know what awaits you tonight, or what tomorrow will bring, but you know what your future holds. Your soulmate. Whoever they are, wherever they are right now, they’re yours. And when you find them, you know without a doubt your universe will be all the brighter for it.

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Just Nope ✋

I hold no greater ire for anything in comics than Immortal Beloved. May it rot in the depths of Asgardian sewage. Bear with me as I explain why I loathe Immortal Beloved with a passion. In no terms should this story be applauded. It is a pure insult to the SuperWonder fandom. If you can’t see it for what it is, let me explain.

Basically, it's a big f-u to SuperWonder fans. The message DC is saying with this is that it will always have Lois with Superman no matter what. They can toss out a few crumbs here and there but they will never give us the pairing, friendship or otherwise in live action or TV show.

It’s written so badly. It creates this paradox putting Superman into a cheating place in his relationship with Diana. In one instance, he gives up his life to go fight with Wonder Woman but at a minute before 1,000 years is up, it's hey it'll always be 'what's her name'. Oh and here's a trinket for you, Di. Pfffttt. Paradoxes with this story. As if he's some kind of alien pope who is infallible. We all know the pope isn't infallible. Everybody wants Superman to be more human. Humans make mistakes. I'm actually glad that the story didn't turn into one where they give in, it would mean that SuperWonder is a mistake. It's not. The only classy way I've seen SuperWonder told is through Kingdom Come. Everything else alludes to a "did they" or "are they" scenario. The nuances always point to romance between the two. Probably because they were meant to be together. Duh.

Add to that, Superman has never lived 1,000 years. Nobody who lives that long is the same person at the end. You change. You have core traits but you will be a different person. You should be a better person. Experiences shape you. There would be a high level of maturity. It’s unfathomable though to regular humans with life spans up to 80 on average to even wrap their minds around it. If he decided to go all in with Diana and have a family, they'd come back very different people having to deal with a reality that wouldn't accept them. It would be the wrong time for them to come together. In this instance, this is where Kingdom Come has no barriers to SuperWonder. The hindrances are gone.

Granted Diana has lived long. Although being that Themyscira is in another dimension so to speak. Time is different. Her longevity in the Earthly realm isn't a thousand years either.

This comic belongs in the trash bin. Full stop.

But since people like to rewrite stories, here's my idea. I would rewrite it to where Thor summons J'onn J'onzz in place of Diana. That way he can shape-shift into Lois. You’ll have Clark porking Lois, his forever love, battling side by side with superpowers. Pretty sure he’ll wonder how she got them. Maybe the Asgardians gifted them to her, and you’ll have the LGBTQ fans getting something out of it too.

Save Diana.

The woman deserves better. Why demean her like this? Who came up with the 'she's bound to help out with Asgardian affairs no matter what'. Pfffttt. And Kal?

Speaking to this version of dumbed down Kal: If Lois is that important to you, you should have asked Thor for a favor and towed her along. Maybe the Asgardians would have trained her to fight along side while reporting on it in the Valhalla Times. Then it would be a truly Lois-centric story.

All jokes aside, if DC won’t put SuperWonder together in a normal healthy romantic union then don’t do this to them either. (I know this is an old comic.)

See I blame DC for this. The gapping hole they made with eliminating SuperWonder. If we got normal interactions between the two, we could have had moments of friendship but even that wasn’t allowed.

Until next time... ✌️

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I redesigned the cover btw, heh heh.

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🚨 CAUTION/TRIGGER WARNING: Name-Calling; Verbal Abuse

Imagine walking hand-in-hand with Loki when the two of you overhear Odin berating Frigga as a “nagging shrew.”

You ache for her, naturally, unable to imagine what it must be like to endure such a thing from one’s own husband.

Loki is visibly furious. He remembers hearing all this back when he was little. He remembers Frigga blinking back her tears and putting on a brave, happy smile for her boys.

He remembers how much worse it was for everyone whenever he or Thor tried to speak up for their mother.

Odin finishes his diatribe, and Frigga leaves. As she walks past you both, you notice an undeniable pink tinge just below her eyes.

She reaches out for Loki’s free hand and gives a squeeze. “Control yourself,” she says softly.

With that, she leaves.

Loki holds you close. “Don’t fret, love.” He kisses your temple. “I would never.”

You know he means it.

The day comes that Loki is crowned king. He looks at you, as if he’s even happier about you becoming queen.

A part of you doesn’t quite grasp the concept of being queen, though.

Decisions are made and diplomacy meetings are conducted with mostly Loki’s input. Not that he doesn’t listen to you. He certainly would if you said anything.

But you don’t.

Loki tries another tactic. Maybe he can force you to speak. “Well, before we finalize anything, we should hear from the Queen of Asgard.”

You gulp, wide-eyed.

“(Name)? Darling? What do you think?”

“I-I… I think your idea is marvelous, dear.”

He frowns. Not what he was wanting, but at least you’ve spoken.

That night, as you ready yourselves for bed, your husband confronts you on the matter.

“I know you have opinions. So why don’t you voice them?”

You shrug.

Loki sighs. “It’s not a crime to have your own thoughts, you know.”

“I know, I know… It’s just… You’re my husband, and - on top of that - you’re King of Asgard.”

“So?”

You flop your face against his sternum with a tired groan. “So, I should defer to you. I have to set a good example for the other Asgardian wives, Loki. What would they think if I disagreed with you?”

“What if I agreed with you instead?”

“Excuse me?”

It’s such a neat little system. You voice your thoughts to Loki ahead of time, he presents it to the diplomats by saying something about how “The King and Queen of Asgard feel it would be in everyone’s best interests if…” Insert negotiation here.

There’s an important caucus coming up, and this time, the two of you can’t quite see eye to eye. In fact, he won’t even carry out the charade of pretending you both have the same idea.

When you disagree at the meeting, things get tense fast. Not a word is spoken besides the two of you debating.

A nobleman soon has to adjourn the assembly before you start screaming at each other.

“What was that?!” Loki demands once you’re in private.

“I know you’re not asking me that! What about that nonsense you were spouting, hm? If we have to agree on a decision, it should at least be an intelligent decision!”

“Are you calling me stupid?!”

“Oh, nooo! Just your ideas!”

“Why, you…”

Time seems to freeze in that moment.

Loki’s jaw slowly closes on his own tongue as reason takes over and begs him to silence the words before he regrets them.

“Say it, Loki. Nagging shrew.”

[stuck-in-2012]

Unintended consequences

In truth, Loki’s plan was brilliant. Turning heroes into children? Genius, in theory. The idea is great but the trickster didn’t execute the idea thoroughly enough. Loki didn’t turn them into kids, he shrunk them. That’s it. Never one to quit, the Asgardian modified the spell and once again cursed the Ultimates…

Stupid Loki and his stupid norne stones. Peter seethed to himself as he sat up. Whatever spell he’d done this time had knocked them out. “Is everyone ok?” Holy cow! Was that his voice? He sounded like- like- like he was in elementary!

“Depends on your definition of ok.”

Peter couldn’t recognize the voice, them all being so high. His best guess was Danny. Peter rubbed his eyes to get the sleepy blur away. …but nothing happened. Peter squinted and rubbed his eyes more. “Oh no…”

“Yup.” Luke, he thought.

“No! I- …I can’t see! I- need glasses again…”

“What?!” a chorus of voices.

“Guys, I don’t think we just got turned into kids, I think our bodies went back in time.” Peter flexed his hands, having been Spidey so long, he could feel his powers being gone. No sticky, no strength, and- oh man, no Spidey sense. Pete’s anxiety grew at the loss of his preemptive warning. None of them were born with powers. Though working with 12/20 vision he could still see the drastic difference in everyone. Danny looked pretty much the same but shorter. Luke had lost all his muscle. His body no longer had the super soldier serum in it. Ava seemed to be just the same-

“No… no, gods, please no, NO!” The girl clutched at her hair and pat her body all over in horror. She continued to plead in horror as her voice grew more and more watery.

Ava had handled being shrunk so much better. And what was with the frantic arms? The amulet. She hadn’t gotten the amulet yet. Both her and Sam got their powers from something else. Did their relics disappear? Before Peter could think any further on the repercussions, more of the same near-wailing voice broke through the air.

“Not again, not a-gain! I can’t- no no no, I can’t go back, don’t make me go back!” She was full on crying now.

“What…?”

“Hol’ up.”

Peter looked back at the others hearing their bafflement. Before he could offer the Amulet theory his thoughts screeched to a halt as he saw… Ava, sitting next to Danny. Not to Peters right. “What in the…?”

“Its not fair… its-” Not-Ava’s voice was wet and cut off by sobbing.

Ok, ok, ok. The only person unaccounted for was Sam. Beyond that Peter’s mind hit a brick wall at what could be going on. Was that Sam? Maybe Loki’s spell messed with him more than the rest of the team. No one spoke, all lost in their own thoughts. The only sound was the broken crying coming from behind long, black hair shrouding the face of the crumpled figure.

Angered by the grief before her, “We need to get this fixed. Right-the-fuck-now.” Ava said sternly sounding ready to torture Loki to make it happen.

Luke shuffled over to the sobbing being and lay gentle hands to calm to aggressive scratching she was doing at her chest. “Were gonna get this fixed, man. I promise.”

“Indeed,” Danny added.

The child looked up -but not in a direction Peter could see- before collapsing against the boy in front in a resumed fit of sobs. Ava scooted over and offered her comfort with Danny following behind. Peters mind refused to process what must be happening. The entire situation was too much at once and he sat rooted.

“Hey,” Ava guided the teary face to make eye contact. “Pre-op or post-op, T or no T, you’re still you.” She wiped away some tears. “You’re still Samuel Alexander-”

“Always have been,” Danny added making Ava smile softly.

“-and no one, not even a damn god, can take that away from you.”

Reality broke through the glass of shock blocking Peters mind from processing making him gasp. Sam is trans. That’s why he’s short. Peter shook his head at the irrelevant revelation.

The boy nodded at Ava’s words and pulled his too long hair from his face, breath still uneven though calming slowly. At Peter’s gasp he looked over his shoulder. Though blurry from Peter’s own poor vision and glassy from tears, those green eyes were unmistakable. That was Sam. Fear and misery was painted all over his face and posture. Fear from what Peter could say… the thought of his friend being afraid of him made Peter’s heart break a little. Protective warmth swamped his gut as he shuffled over to the other sitting kids.

“Ava’s right.” Peter said determined, making Sam’s eyes widen a fraction. “Plain and simple!” He added as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Peter lay a hand on his friends shoulder and concluded in a soft tone, “you’re a boy.”

A soft relieved smile spread under tear stained cheeks. The dysphoria swam underneath causing Sam to hang his head and weep more. Over gentle pats and hugs was talk of binders and trimming locks and proper clothes. Sam was in hell, but at least he had his friends this time.

 Loki’s face was unreadable as the five children stood before him, the might of shield at their command. This… wasn’t supposed to happen. They were just supposed to lose their powers, not…

“Change us back!” A young boy with glasses screamed.

Loki turned away, guilt drowning them. “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t the apology that caught the children off guard, it was the sincerity. The sadness. “If I’d known…” the trickster sighed. “I may be… villainous. But I’ve never wanted to be cruel. I’m sorry I’ve caused you this pain. Believe me, I understand.” The god fiddled with their long silky robes in one hand. Without another word she waved a hand over the younglings engulfing them in a green cloud. In seconds, five heroes stood together.

Loki’s frown deepened as Nova hugged himself and let out a relived half-sob-half-laughing breath. The god and the space hero met eyes a moment as everything stood still. Loki turned to Spider-man. “I will return to New York, and I will take over your world. But not today.” The god turned away again before speaking over their shoulder. “I swear upon my future throne, I will never do something like this again.” He disappeared in a green cloud.

[lokifanatic1]

I had another idea, a story where the reader stayed up late watching anime and followed the twilight saga. This is because she has insomnia at night, she doesn't tell anyone because she doesn't want them to get mad at her, however Loki, being a very good observer, realizes this problem but instead of bothering with the reader, he decides to tickle her without pity her until she is tired enough to fall asleep.

Thank you, mari2akary! I don’t watch/ read anime or Twilight but I’ll do my best!

You loved anime and the Twilight movies. They helped relax you at night, but the problem was that you also suffered from insomnia. You watched all these different movies and anime shows that you could probably recite them word for word.

One night you can’t sleep and you decide to do your regular thing and go down to the lounging area, pop in one of the Twilight movies as it was your favorite franchise, to see if that would help you sleep like so many nights before. Sadly, this time it did not work and you ended up staying up the whole night. One thing you didn’t know, was there was another person who had trouble sleeping watching you from the shadows. It wasn’t a scary monster, but Loki, going about his night trying to find a book to read to lull himself to sleep.

He knew something was wrong with you because all those nights you stayed up watching Twilight and anime, he could see the sleep deprivation ravage your face. His heart broke when he caught you one day nodding off in an Avengers meeting, looking less that your peppy, cheerful self. You never said anything to the team because you didn’t want them to get mad at you for missing crucial sleep. Loki wanted to help you but he didn’t know how until a few days later.

It was a Saturday and the team had the day off and the compound was buzzing with activity. Except for you. You were still up in your room, asleep from the insomnia stricken night before. Not even Thor’s loud laugh and booming voice woke you up. You were dead asleep.

Finally, after a few hours you awoke to a soft knock at your door. “Darling? Are you up yet? I’ve come to check on you,” the sultry baritone voice said on the other side of the door. It was Loki, concerned yet again that you stayed up all night. No answer. He then opened the door quietly and stuck his head in your room to see your still sleeping figure tangled up in blankets. Your t.v. showing the main menu of an anime movie you had been watching the previous night. He crept over to your bed and switched the t.v. off with his magic as to not disturb you. However, you stirred a little bit as you were awake enough to know the young Asgardian prince was in your room checking in on you. He was so sweet, as he was just that attentive to you. His princess.

He walked over to your bed and patted his hand against your arm. “My lovely. You need to wake up. Everyone is downstairs waiting to see your smiling face,” he said quietly with a small smile. You didn’t reply for a good few seconds, so Loki acted like he was leaving your room when you shot up and yelled, “Loki! Wait! I’m up! I’m up!” He smirked again. “Works every time.” You giggled and shot him a look as you playfully told him to shut up. He then laughed again and left you alone to get changed.

Finally, you were awake. Well, as awake as you could be, given the circumstances. You dragged yourself out of bed, threw on a t-shirt and comfy pants and headed down to say, “good morning” to everyone. You looked a mess and you knew they would all notice, but to your surprise, no one said anything in case it upset you. They were all so cheery and peppy that you wished it was you as well, laughing and joking with everyone. But you were exhausted. Your eyes had bags and dark circles around them and your hair was still somewhat messy from all the tossing and turning.

All through the day, you were caught sleeping intermittently, but the group was not mad at you at all. They knew you suffered from insomnia and tried to be as comforting as possible. They explained missions, etc. in ways you’d still be able to understand and let you lay your head on their shoulders if you feel asleep. They were the best family you had. Especially your boyfriend, Loki who doted on you every second to make you feel more at ease with the situation. The day rolled on so slowly that you didn’t think it would ever end so you could get some much needed sleep. But Loki had a plan that night to help tire yourself out so you could have sweet dreams. He wasn’t going to say anything and just let it play out as evening finally came around.

That evening, you were right back in the common area watching the same Twilight and anime movies as before, but as you watched, you felt someone lift your feet up and sit on the other end of the couch. It was your prince, Loki, come to stay up with you and comfort you. You appreciated this so much as you snuggled in close to him to continue watching the movie. Once it was over, Loki looked over to see you were still awake. “Darling, you’re still awake? I would’ve thought you’d fallen asleep during the movie. However. I think I know a way to help you sleep.” You were really intrigued now. What knowledge did he have that would help you fall asleep?

All of a sudden, you felt Loki’s fingers make contact with your sides as you jumped and yelped, trying not to wake anyone up. “Loki! What was that for?” He looked at you with that mischievous grin and said, “I think I have a way to help you sleep. In fact, you’ll laugh yourself to sleep.” You looked confused and then saw Loki wiggle his fingers close to your body. “No!” You shouted in surprise. A small smirk playing against your lips. “Yes! You see, I’ve found a way to tire you out that’s sure to get you to sleep.” You backed up on your bed until you felt your back hit the wall. He smirked evilly as he came closer. Hands outstretched. “Time to see if my theory works, love.” You tried moving away but Loki was too quick for you and grabbed you, laying you down on the bed. His hands raising your arms slowly as your breath began to quicken. “Come on, love. I knew you were ticklish from the moment I met you. Or did you forget I can read minds?” He then bound your wrists to the bed with a quick flash of green light.

You were trapped with no way out. Loki was going to tickle every inch of you in order to help you sleep. He knew your most ticklish spot, but of course, he had to drag your torture out to make you laugh. And laugh you did. He tickled under your arms and all over your belly with precise scratches and feather light touches that you immediately went insane with laughter. Your belly was the most ticklish spot on your body and he knew that would ware you out quicker than anything. He skittered his fingers over your sides as he again, laughed evilly. Spewing ticklish teases along the way. Finally, your laugh became silent and Loki let you have a break. “How are you feeling now my love?” He said sweetly. You tried to reply but a yawn stopped you. “I see,” he replied to himself as you once again snuggled up to your boyfriend and for once, slept through the night. This would be your nightly ritual with Loki from now on. You’ve never slept so well in your life.

[middleearthpixie]

Wanted Man ~ Chapter Nine

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings:  Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters: McKenna, Loki, Shannon

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.6

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Previous chapters can be found here! 

The boardwalk was just as crowded as McKenna thought it would be, and Shannon ended up dropping them off by the pier while she went in search of a parking space. Almost an hour passed before she called McKenna to find out just where they were, and by the time she reached them at the Shack, she looked as if she’d hiked five miles.

“I swear, I’m parked up in Asbury,” she groaned, plunking down onto a cracked red leatherette stool. “What is that?” she asked, gesturing to the red plastic cup in Loki’s grasp.

McKenna chuckled. “I bought him a milkshake because he’d never had one before and now, I think he’s in love.”

“He’s never had a milkshake before?”

“That’s what he says.”

“What flavor did you get him?” Shannon asked, trying to peer into the tall cup.

“Chocolate,” McKenna chuckled as Loki didn’t so much as pause in his sipping. “It’s his third one.”

“His third?!” Shannon’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Careful, big guy, you’re not gonna fit into your jeans come tomorrow.”

McKenna glanced over at him with a wide smile. When he took the first pull on the straw, the expression on his face suggested a man experiencing the greatest pleasure he’s ever known. She thought for a moment he might actually cry. After the second one, he immediately demanded a third. Hopefully she’d be able to convince him to stop before he made himself sick.

He lowered the cup and smiled at Shannon. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

“What can I get for you, miss?” The guy behind the counter approached them with a smile.

McKenna swirled her straw in her Coke as Shannon said, “A Diet Coke, please.”

Loki held out the cup to McKenna. “Try this. You must see for yourself.”

“I’ve had chocolate shakes before.”

“You have?”

”Loki, you can find them pretty much anywhere, so yeah, I have. Trust me.”

“Please,” his eyes softened, “try.”

“Fine.” She leaned over to sip. The Shack’s shakes were good, but if she had one, she probably wouldn’t fit into her jeans. She already felt guilty about the Coke. She should’ve ordered water, instead.

Still, the shake was delicious and Loki must have seen the pleasure on her face, because he said, “One more of these for the lady.”

“Oh, no,” McKenna waved off the suggestion, “I shouldn’t. But thank you.”

To her surprise, Loki leaned over and whispered, “You have a ways to go before you need worry about fitting in those jeans, McKenna.”

What the—? She gave him an odd look. “Are you all right?”

He sat back, all wide-eyed innocent, and sipped his shake some more. 

The guy behind the counter set the shake in front of her and she couldn’t help but lift the straw to her lips. Delicious.

Shannon gave her a look over the edge of her glass, but then she winked and McKenna rolled her eyes. Maybe sugar was to Asgardians what alcohol was to human beings. How funny would it be, if Loki was drunk because of three milkshakes?

But if he was, he hid it well and when they finished, he rose from the stool without the slightest hint of a stumble and his words weren’t at all slurred as he said, “So, where do we go from here?”

Shannon smiled. “Let’s just walk around and kill some time. Plenty to do on the boards.”

They spent the remainder of the afternoon walking the midway, Shannon insisted on going on the carousel so they did that. Turned out that was a poor decision, as those three milkshakes came back to haunt Loki and when they got off the ride, he looked decidedly green. But thankfully he held the shakes down by collapsing onto a bench and sitting with his head between his knees while Shannon ran for a ginger ale.

McKenna sat with him, outwardly sympathetic, inwardly hoping like hell he didn’t throw up while they waited. But the ginger ale did the trick and a short while later, they were back to roaming about, although he shunned any more rides, which was fine with McKenna. 

Finally, it grew dark and Shannon shoved through the crowd that gathered to watch the fireworks. They moved toward the back of the masses, which was fine with McKenna. She hated crowds. They always made her feel like she was about to suffocate.

She stood next to Shannon, Loki stood behind her, and when the first fireworks were shot off, the sky exploded into a shower of pink and purple sparklers. Then came a burst of brilliant white, cascading sparklers that reminded her of the butterflies that had flittered about in her apartment. Damn. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Loki made the snow fall and butterflies flutter, and yet, it was only a couple of days.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. He stood rigid, arms folded over his chest, eyes trained at the black night sky. As the green and gold sparklers lit up the night, the colors reflected against his skin, the sparkles reflected in his eyes. Green and gold. His colors.

He didn’t look at her. Didn’t look anywhere but at the sky, and a sense of sadness crept over her. It was silly, but more than anything, she wanted to reach back and slip her hand into his, to lace her fingers with his. It really sucked, wanting someone who made it so plain they didn’t want you back.

Purple and white burst overhead and she blinked back unexpected, annoying tears. What the—? How annoying. How absolutely annoying.

Then, she felt movement behind her, and Loki's right arm came from the shadows to slip about her neck. He tugged gently, bending her slightly backward, and his voice was a gentle breeze against her ear as he whispered, “I apologize for my words last evening. I meant not a one of them.”

She peered over her shoulder at him. “What?”

As red and white stars rained over their heads, Loki's eyes softened and the corners of his mouth curved upward into a sheepish smile. “I am sorry. I was unnecessarily harsh. I should like a chance to rectify that.” 

As he spoke, his left arm came about her as well and he pulled her firmly up against him. For a moment, it was so much like how he held her in her dream, that she looked up at him again and said, “You did this last night, didn’t you? I wasn’t dreaming, was I?”

“About what?”

“This.”

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about. I spent the night crammed onto that tiny sofa.”

Shannon twisted about, and beamed when she saw Loki with his arms about McKenna. She winked and mouthed, “Told you,” before turning back to the fireworks.

McKenna didn’t feel much like arguing. Besides, it didn’t really matter if she’d only dreamed it or not. This felt wonderful enough in its own right, as the coolness from his body made the sticky heat of an early July night far more bearable. But that wasn’t the only reason. Not by far. Amazing, really, how someone’s arms about you could feel so perfect.

She leaned more into him, and he responded by tightening his hold on her. His fingers swept gently along her arms and she sucked in a sharp breath when she felt her ponytail swept aside and Loki's lips brushed the side of her neck, just above where it sloped into her shoulder.

They were cool and gentle, and a bit playful, as he lightly nipped her. She shivered. She couldn’t help it. He did it again, and this time, she let out a soft laugh and managed to turn and smile up at him. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t seem to mind,” he replied over the burst of purple and green sparklers. “Should I stop?”

She eased her arms about his waist, her hands flat against the solid planes of muscle on either side of his spine. “Is that what you do in Asgard? Bite?”

“Did I do it too hard for you? I can be gentler, you know.”

He towered over her, his dark hair falling forward, made even curlier by the damp ocean air. A smile played at his lips, his eyes sparkled with mischief. The God of Mischief, and she was falling under his spell as easily as an undertow could sweep her out to sea.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to kiss me?” she asked softly.

“And I thought you were going to remember your place?” he asked with the same flirtatiousness he’d used on Shannon.

“I can.” She moved to break his hold on her.

“Absolutely not,” he growled, yanking her back. “It’s not in my nature to deny myself of something I want so much.”

Those words rippled through her with enough force to make her toes curl into her flip-flops. And with those words, he leaned into her. This time, he would kiss her and she urged him into it by pressing into his back as hard as she could with only her hands.

She never heard the crowd move. Never heard anything over the burst of fireworks overhead. But then, there came a bright flash, a burst of white light, and Loki was ripped out of her embrace with a loud groan as he shot across the boardwalk and crashed into a game stand.

“What the fuck?” Shannon snapped as two men clad entirely in black rushed to them and grabbed both her and McKenna by the arms, tugging them even further away.

A third man stepped up, holding what looked like a bazooka in both hands. Unlike the other two, he was not dressed in black fatigues, but in a staid blue or black suit. He raised the gun, pointing it squarely at a still-very-stunned-looking Loki and said, “Shall I do that again?”

[crazyunsexycool]

Hi Val 🥰!

Alright I have several questions about several of your your WIPS so I will keep it short..

Lights,Camera, Action.. are we talking regular asshole ransom or is he whipped/a major fan of Actress! Reader?

What happens in Vegas.. literally tell me anything I am already obsessed with the idea of straight laced Steve going to Vegas..

Sweet Lo!!!

Ok so Lights, Camera, Action is going to be a series. It’s starts with asshole Ransom and he has a reputation to be an asshole and a playboy on set. He sleeps with all of the leading ladies he stars with and most of the time they expect more from him. But we know he doesn’t do relationships. Enter reader. She’s plus sized and she’s determined to show the industry that the size of your waist doesn’t determine your acting abilities. She’s sick of being type cast as the designated ugly fat friend or the comedic relief. She gets casted in the roll of a lifetime. Ransom is brought in last minute when the original actor had to drop out! He isn’t ready for her though and she’s prepared to shut him down when needed!

Snippet:

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”

You turn around to find the one and only Ransom Drysdale glaring at you. “Not at all, I just thought Johnny Storm was the lead is all.”

“Not anymore.” he says as he sits and you take a moment to really admire him. Ransom Drysdale is ridiculously handsome and you would be lying if you said that you never had a crush on him, everyone did. But as you started working in show business you heard that he was incredibly rude and could be difficult to work with and that was a bit of a turn off for you.

“If you don’t like it I’m pretty sure they could recast your part, sweetheart.” he smirks.

“No way in hell are they recasting me, although if you are as difficult to work with as I’ve heard maybe they’ll recast your part. They’ve already done it once, I'm sure they can do it again, sunshine.” You smile the moment he turns to glare at you. In that moment you decided that if he was going to be an ass you would push back.

2 What happens in Vegas:

It was supposed to be an over night stop after a mission. It was Ton’s idea of course, he paid for the hotel rooms. Bucky and Thor were also there and Steve got drunk off of some Asgardian mead Thor brought with him. Reader was there to celebrate her childhood best friend’s bachelorette party. When she wakes up she’s in someone else’s room. Not just anyone’s Captain fucking America’s room. If that wasn’t enough their wake up call is Tony, Bucky and Thor all witnessing Steve the morning after a one night stand… except it’s more than a one night stand. They have matching rings on their left ring fingers. Steve and reader think it will be as easy as getting an annulment but the Avenger’s PR team have a different idea.

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You feel the bed shift with weight placed at the end and then shaking, pulling a groan from the man behind you. He grabs the pillow he was using and throws it, you hear an ‘uff’ as it hits whoever was shaking the bed. He slowly removes his arm from around your waist and sits up allowing you to shift and finally look at who you had spent the night with. Your eyes go wide at the realization of who was in bed with you causing you to sit up way too fast. Your eyes meet for the first time, embarrassment etched on your faces. The door slams open making you finally look at the others in the room. Not only had you slept with the one and only Captain America but before you stood Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark and the newest guest Thor. You keep the sheets up under your chin. Before you were able to say anything Thor spoke up, his voice booming.

“What is the hold up? Isn’t he ready to leave yet?” he asked before taking in the scene.

“Get out!” Steve snaps before turning to you. “I am so sorry about this.”

“Steve, it's never good to apologize to a woman while you’re still in bed naked with her.” Tony advises before smirking at both of you.

“Why are you still here? Get out!”

[goldeneyedgirl]

Is there any chance you have anything else you’d be willing to share in the “wouldn’t you like to know” jasper as loki, alice as agatha-verse? In love w that story 💕

Oh man, I totally missed this note and I am SO HAPPY someone else enjoyed that strange little fic.

A lot of what I wrote in that 'verse is in pieces, but I did find this little scene - it's very much set and inspired by the events of Loki Season 1. If you didn't watch Loki, basically a time-travel duplicate (a Variant) ends up in the Ministry of Time. The concept of where Jasper is is entirely mine, and the name of the Level is actually a maths formula that I cannot get to format right on Tumblr, so I've replaced it. And I really loved the idea of the Pack being what is arguably the highest power in the universe.

I was writing this with tragicallywicked, but I'm not sure if she has any plans to continue it. I might write a few little one-shots and scenes if there's interest - at least finish a few of the bits I started - but that's where we're at for now.

The hall at the end of Level возможность was one of the few areas that Jasper hadn’t managed to explore yet, and after his last disagreement with Sam, he found himself stalking towards the oddly grey-green corridor.

He had the right to access the files on Asgard and Midgard without censorship. Without a nanny hanging over shoulder, making sure that he was playing by the rules. Variant or not, he was still a person with people he… he wanted to check up on. 

“Jasper!”

He jerked as he walked past the first door. He knew that voice. 

(It was the voice he heard screaming in his head every goddamn night.)

They had her here? The whole time?

He pushed open the door, and the light flicked on. 

The room… it was…

For a moment it was Asgard, his study in Asgard. His carved desk, his books, the odd little ornaments and things he had collected in his travels. 

Alice spun into the room, beaming. She looked… beautiful, in a mint-green coloured Asgardian gown. 

“You’ve been in here for hours,” she said, grabbing his hand. “You promised me an adventure.”

“I did?” he managed through numb lips.

“‘An adventure for our anniversary’?” she mimicked him and he got the shock of his life at the emerald ring on her finger. “You promised. I want to go to Alfheim to see the lights.”

He let her pull him along, and he found himself nodding. They could certainly go to Alfheim, go and see the stars and cosmos that swirled above the forest. They could find an inn and spend the night together there. One of a million innocent little adventures they never got to have. 

As he passed through the door, he expected to be in his Asgardian sitting room. Instead, they were in a Midgardian home and he recognised Alice’s things - the old couch, and the ridiculous television…

And odd bits of Midgardian plastic scattered on the floor. 

“Da!”

Within seconds, a small girl was making her way across the room. She was maybe two Midgardian years old and she was beautiful. Her hair was shiny and black, little feathery curls, and her eyes were an odd grey-green. And she was reaching for him. 

She beamed at him as he lifted her, and pointed towards the door as Alice appeared. She looked nothing like the one he had left behind; this Alice had her hair long and loose. Her nose was a little sunburnt, and she was wearing a grey sundress that seemed to accentuate the bump of her middle.

“Jas! She’s been waiting for you to get back all day,” Alice is there, standing on her tiptoes for a kiss that he bestowed, stunned into silence. “Rosalie is back in the city for another week, and wants to see us all. She promised that she won’t say anything controversial.”

He wants to reach out and touch her stomach, and it feels far too intimate. 

“He’s been kicking all day, I swear,” Alice said, grabbing his hand and pressing it on her abdomen, as if she could hear his thoughts. “And I know you hate it, but we’re having a pizza tonight because I am dying for it. If you don’t like it, well, you shouldn’t have knocked me up twice in two years. Oh shit, Mommy didn’t say ‘knocked up’. Mommy didn’t say ‘shit’.”

She squinted up at him. “Are you okay? Is that stupid rift-tech that Benjamin gave you still messing with your head?”

“I-I think so?” He was so aware of her, of the weight of their daughter on his hip, of the firm bulge of her belly underneath his hand.

“Go take a nap. Esme and I will hold down the fort.”

Esme. His daughter Esme, named for his mother. For the only mother that ever mattered. 

“No!” Little Esme shook her head. “Da!”

“Daddy’s going to nap, Essie,” Alice said, hands on her hips. “Do you want to nap with Daddy?”

“Yes,” Esme nodded, her chubby arms around his neck.

“Okay,” Alice shrugged. “If you want to take a nap, have at it. But be nice to 

Daddy.”

Esme nodded seriously, and suddenly, he was moving through the room and down a hallway towards a bedroom. And he felt himself clinging to the little girl, to his baby daughter, terrified of what would be behind that door. What he would lose behind that door. He wanted to stay here, stay with an Alice who had given him one child, and was expecting another. A place where he was a father and husband, one who was wanted.

Esme smelt like sunshine and sugar and soap. He wanted to stay with her, to turn around and go back to Alice. 

But his legs kept moving forward and he pushed open the door. 

And his baby was gone. 

Everything was gone. 

Just grey dirt and fog and nothing. 

“Was it worth it?”

Alice’s voice is sharp and judgemental.

“Alice?”

“Was it worth it?”

He turns around but he cannot see her. 

“All those years of fighting and teasing and fucking and refusing for one goddamn minute to actually acknowledge that you might care for me and that we might have something better, and this is how you end up. Alone.” She sounded furious, icy and sharp. 

“You could have had anything you wanted. We could have been in the same bed every single night of your worthless life. I mean, was that our first anniversary adventure, hmm? Or was it our fiftieth? We were so happy. Why didn’t you want us to be happy? Were you afraid we wouldn’t be? Afraid I’d laugh at you?”

She sounded like she was pacing behind him. He refused to look over at her, and just shook his head. 

“I didn’t think…” he began.

“What, that I’d want that? Despite the numerous hints that I wanted you to be more than this fuckbuddy turned rival? That I would have gone along with any life you had wanted - your Queen, your wife, your lover - as long as we were together?”

Suddenly, Alice sounded like she was crying. 

“You found it so easy to die for me, but not once did you ever try to live for me,” she said so quietly. “Want to know what happens next?”

“Next?” His voice wasn’t shaking, it wasn’t. 

“Now that you’re dead - well, your other self?” He could hear her moving behind him. “You went and got yourself killed, and Thanos invades blah blah blah. Very dramatic. I even manage to contribute to the fight and save the world. But I do it alone and I go home alone. And I learnt to live alone. I do some terrible things. And then I leave Earth and go looking for trouble. 

“I’m good, so I’m okay for a while. There’s no one left that cares about me though. No one comes looking for me. And eventually I pick a fight that I can’t win. So I lose. I am dying slowly and I am left where I fall, the Migardian witch. It takes forever to die on whatever forgotten fucking planet this is. No one knows. I’m just dead. No burial or memorial.

“I died alone, Jasper, because you were too much of a coward to ever stay with me,” she hisses and he finally turns around to look at her. 

Her skin is grey-green, and rotting. Her eyes are congealing, and blood has dried in long paths from her nose and eyes and mouth. Her throat is a ring of blackened bruises, and this a gaping flap of skin and hair from where someone tried to bash her head in. 

And he cannot. He cannot see her this way. This is not how she ends, staring at him, coughing and spluttering blood up, the brightest thing in the room. 

“I loved you so much,” she choked and Jasper backed away as she reached for him, refusing to let this fate touch him, lest it come true. And suddenly, he hit something hard and tumbled backwards into the hallway of Level возможность , his heart pounding. 

Sam was leaning against the wall with a soda. “The Possibilities, “ he said, motioning to the doorway Jasper had just fallen back through. “We used to use this department for Variant interviews,” he said calmly. “Helped us work out what made them tick. It tends to inspire cooperation. But it got retired a few years back.  Seemed too cruel.” He nudged something with his toe. “Good thing it wasn’t plugged in - Admin used to love streaming it down in the file rooms.”

Jasper started at the door. “T-that wasn’t real?” he managed. 

“‘Possibility knocks, it doesn’t beg’,” Sam quoted. “They were acceptable paths you could have taken. It digs out your biggest fears and regrets and wishes and just goes hog wild. Some truly wild stuff has come out of that room, I won’t lie.”

“Alice isn’t dead?” Jasper asked quietly. The image of her dead self would never leave him, he was sure of that. If she was … maybe Sam would let him find her, bring her back to Midgard and bury her properly. 

“No, she’s still on her path,” Sam said, almost kindly. “Just a word of warning - these rooms get worse each time you use them. I wouldn’t go in again. They should be tearing them out any day now - but bureaucrats, they don’t work to anyone’s schedule.”

[therapy-ghost]

Hey hey! Can I have a male marvel matchup pretty please! Mbti:Infp/Intp I’m a free spirit, love nature and very adventurous. I’ve lived in two different countries alone. I’m 28 and a history teacher. I crochet, roller skate, and play bass guitar. Although I’m an introvert, I have no problem talking to anyone, I just need time alone to recharge. For fun, I love going on trips, getting tattoos, watching documentaries about cults, true crime and dictatorships and being outside if it’s not too hot. I have a whimsigoth aesthetic and LOVE music (especially rock n roll). I am almost always tired but I also know how to have a good time when I want to. I’m pretty spiritual and my house is full of plants, crystals, a cauldron and various other things of that nature.

Thank you!!

Hi!!!!!

I match you up with; Thor!

It’s funny cause you gave me Loki lol

but I do see this happening

When he first saw you watching a cult docu; he was hella confused and asked a lot of questions but eventually came around to the idea and now enjoys watching them

Calls you a witch; in a none offensive, don’t tie her to a cross and burn the sins out of her.

he is a very sociable person, and you being an introvert that doesn’t mind talking to people; balances out in my opinion.

teach him how to crochet, please.

you said your a socials teacher; he has dropped in on your class and ranted about asgardian history a few times.

thanks for reading and making a request; if anyone else would like a match up exchange, please send me your info (if you send it anonymously, dm me) and I’ll get to it as soon as I can!!!