#I'm still worthy;; Thor Odinson

[underforeversgrace]

(I'm so sorry, this and some of the replies gave me brainworms. I forgot the letter was already written in the original part. Just... forget the letter was there? I apologize for everything.)

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“So, what do we do now to try to lube the situation up before the fucking starts?" Tony asked.

"Your wording confounds me at times, my friend," Thor answered, brows furrowing. Loki, meanwhile, shot daggers at Tony with his eyes. Tony counted himself relieved it wasn't actual daggers.

“There is reference to three human emissaries at an address that looks to be here on Midgard,” Loki said, though he still looked like he was contemplating Tony's untimely demise. (Tony was beginning to suspect that was just Loki's default expression.) The trickster pushed the ye olden times parchment towards Tony. 

He read through it, sighed, and pushed himself up from the table. “FRIDAY, plot a course for 800 Main St, Amity Park, Illinois.”

“Sure thing, boss!” the AI chirped.

“And alert the Accords panel I'm investigating a possible threat,” Tony added as an afterthought. “Let them know I'm following an anonymous lead, but I have Thor as backup. I will not engage the threat unless there is imminent risk to life, and don’t mention Loki.”

“Lying to your government?” Loki asked, a mischievous smirk playing across his face.

Tony snorted. “‘Course I am. They don't suspect me of breaking the Accords when I helped write it.”

“Your Captain Rogers really is rather daft, isn't he?” Loki mused.

“Captain Rogers is brave and worthy of Mjölnir!” Thor insisted.

“Being worthy to lift your hammer does not necessitate one being intelligent,” Loki said. “Besides, that argument stopped working when our sister shattered it like glass.”

Tony just grinned at Loki. He knew he really shouldn't be getting along so well with the god who threw him out a goddamn window, but Loki was a snarky asshole. Even Pepper was growing fond of Loki's hijinks as she helped Tony and the Odinsons set up a new home for the Asgardian refugees currently on the Compound's lawn. (It helped they'd gotten his name cleared with the Council. Graphic depictions of torture and an overriding of freewill tended to exonerate people.)

“Need a lift, Loki?” Tony asked, rolling his shoulders as the nanosuit spread across his body.

“I'd sooner die,” Loki answered, before shapeshifting into a crow. Fitting. The three of them were making their way outside when FRIDAY spoke up.

“Boss, before you go, there is something I feel you should know,” she said, almost hesitant.

“What is it, Lady FRIDAY?” Thor asked, leaning his head to the side as though that could make him hear the earpiece better.

“Well, that address… it's a high school, sir.”

The only response Tony could think of was to say, loudly and with feeling, “It's a fucking what?”

~~~

“The capital of Idaho is Alberta!” Dash Baxter, jock and dumb ass extraordinaire, called loudly.

Danny was 74% certain he could hear Lancer's teeth grit together in frustration. “No, Mr. Baxter. Alberta isn't in America,” Lancer said. “Anyone else?”

Danny raised his hand, excited to be able to answer a question for once, even if it was for a stupid reason.

Lancer sighed and gestured to Danny.

“The capital of Idaho is Boise,” the halfa said with a grin. 

“No, Mr. Fe-” Lancer started, before blinking in confusion once, looking down at the book in his hand, then back up at Danny as though Lancer had just seen god for the first time. “That's correct, Mr. Fenton.”

Danny basked in the glory known best to high schoolers who just answered an easy question when a cold tingle ran up his spine. Danny groaned internally, excused himself, and went to kick some ghost ass.

Five minutes and one soup-ified Box Ghost later, Danny was floating back to class, when it felt like seventeen jaguars scratched sharpened ice picks down his spine. Danny gasped and fell to the ground, landing hard and wrapping his arms tightly around himself. “What the hell?” he breathed, struggling to orient himself. It felt like his ghost sense had gotten amped up to 1000.

Danger, power, some instinctive part of himself growled into his mind. Danny closed his eyes and breathed slowly, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Danny's ghost sense had done things like this before, but never this bad. It'd done it around Pariah Dark, and from Clockwork before the Ghost of Time had become his friend. It meant something powerful was coming, and likely meant him or his town ill will. Mine, that same part growled and Danny had to wrestle it back under control.

It took several minutes for Danny to feel like he was in charge of his body again. As soon as he was back on his feet, he took to the air and dug out his phone, needing to find his friends and sister immediately. Panic flared in his gut when he saw all three of them were in the same room within the school - the four all had different classes this period, that shouldn't be happening. Danny turned invisible and flew through the school, reaching his allies in no time.

And while he'd like to say he immediately burst into action when he found them, he had to admit his mind blue screened a little.

“We aren't here to arrest him!” Tony Stark insisted, in full Iron Man regalia, sans only his helmet.

“We are here merely to negotiate peace,” Thor, the God of literal fucking Thunder, added.

“Is arresting him an option?” Loki, the goddamn alien who invaded New York when Danny was nine, asked.

“No. Phantom is a ghost not holding citizenship on Earth or any Earthly extraterrestrial outposting and is therefore exempt from the Sokovia Accords. Section B, subsection Q, exemption listing 74,” Sam said, crossing her arms across her chest and somehow looking entirely unafraid of the two gods and superhero in front of her. 

“Besides, we don't know Phantom, any more than the rest of Amity Park does,” Tucker added, his expression stuck between starstruck and murderous.

“Then why are you so well versed in the Accords? If they have nothing to do with you?” Loki asked.

“Because fuck Tony Stark,” Sam answered without hesitation. That was what finally got Danny to pay attention again.

“He shows up, he helps us, he leaves,” Jazz pointed out. “We'd all be dead several times over if not for him. You'll have to forgive us for protecting our own.”

“Or don't forgive us. I really couldn't give less of a shit,” Sam said with a smile that fit more on her mother's face than her own.

~~~

What crawled up her ass and died? Tony thought. To follow up that thought (and the lack of both coffee in his bloodstream and sleep in his past fifty hours), his mouth continued without his permission, “The fuck is your problem, kid?”

The goth girl - Manson - opened her mouth, but the two on either side of her slapped their hands over her mouth.

“Sam, what have we been practicing?” the older girl - Fenton - said. Manson mumbled something, but it was garbled through her friends’ hands. Fenton, however, just nodded as though she understood, and went, “That’s right! Deescalation techniques. And is calling someone a hypocritical asshat racist billionaire who will never understand basic kindness or human decency deescalation?”

Loki broke next to him, hands on his knees as he laughed. The boy also fell into laughter, his hand falling away from Manson’s mouth, clutching his stomach and wheezing. Tony just pinched the bridge of his nose. He hated children sometimes. Why couldn’t all of them fawn over him like Peter had? It was easier when they were too starstruck to critically think and realize Tony wasn’t any true hero.

“I beg your pardon, but it is urgent we speak with Phantom,” Thor said. Somehow, he and the Fenton girl seemed to be the only reasonable ones in the room at the moment. 

“He’s the one who fucking called for us in the first place,” Tony added. “He’s the one who gave us your names.”

A slight chill reached Tony’s face and he shivered, stepping to the side. Must’ve been closer to an AC vent than he thought. The three teens’ entire demeanors changed. They sat up straighter, their eyes more alert, their faces suddenly stony. Tony didn’t miss them scoping the room for exit points and a second chill unrelated to the cold went up his spine. There was something.. off about these kids. Something more alien than human. Something more warrior-like than befitted three teens.

“Phantom would never give you our names,” Fenton said. The also removed her hand from Manson’s mouth, though made a motion that either told the younger girl to let Fenton take the lead - or was magic. Tony honestly would believe either at this point.

“The letter bears his seal,” Loki said, making some complicated motion and causing the parchment to appear in his hands. He handed it over to Fenton.

“His… what?” Fenton asked, her face contorting into sheer bafflement as she took the letter. 

“As I stated earlier, we are here only to negotiate -” Thor started, but Fenton cut him off with a wordless shout.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she said, pushing the letter into Manson’s hands, who adjusted it so Foley could read as well. “Those stupid ass eyeballs!”

“I’m sorry, eyeballs?” Loki asked. 

Foley and Manson started cackling as they finished the letter, Fenton rubbing her temples and swearing in what Tony was fairly certain was at least three dead Earth languages and more than one language never spoken on Earth.

“This is hardly a laughing matter!” Loki insisted, drawing to his full height and stepping closer to the teens. “This is a matter of keeping the Earth safe, and seeing as how I am now part of this wretched rock, I will not see it decimated by some k-mmph!”

Foley, in an act that could only be performed by a grown man with a deathwise or a teenager with no common sense, had slapped his hand over Loki’s mouth, cutting him off. Tony quickly grabbed Loki’s wrist to keep him from disemboweling the kid. Foley spoke, apparently unaware that he was teetering a knife’s edge into death. “Give him a second,” he said, using his free hand to hold up one finger, looking slightly to the left of Manson’s head.

A beat passed and then suddenly a glowing teenager appeared, who couldn’t have been five foot tall or a hundred pounds soaking wet, screeching like a banshee. Loki and Tony both raised their free hands, aiming at the kid (ghost?) while Thor prepared his hammer. 

Whatever Tony thought the white-haired kid was about to do - threaten Earth, try to kill them, lead an invasion, etc. - it was certainly not for him to look up at the room with panic in acid-green eyes and shout, “When the fuck did I become a king?!”

All Father Thor, King of Asgard,

A new ruler of Hel has been chosen, the fearsome King Phantom, defeater of Pariah Dark. It is time for Asgard to prepare to pay the dues required to keep peace between the realms of the gods and of the dead. Bring the terms of your surrender to King’s Phantom’s representative on earth, Daniel James Fenton of Amity Park.

The Noble Scribe of King Phantom,

Ghost Writer

*****

“Okay so let me get this straight,” Tony Stark, Iron Man and Avenger said. “Ghosts are real.”

“Yes.” King Thor Odinson, Asgardian and god of thunder agreed.

“And they’re evil.”

“A bit of an oversimplification, but yes.” Prince Loki Odinson, sometimes villain and would be planet invader, answered.

“And the ghosts have had one ruler, the most powerful ghost in existence. And that new rulers are chosen by combat, meaning that every new ruler is more powerful than the last.”

“Yes, you���ve got the idea.” Thor said looking down at his knees for a moment.

“And since ghosts are so evil and so powerful, that means that their ruler is practically an unstoppable force of destruction.”

“Doesn’t it sound delightful?” Loki asked, to which he received a glare.

“So, for the past 10,000 years, at least, Asgard and plenty of other realms have been paying taxes to the ghost king to avoid a war. A racketeering scheme.”

“I don’t know what a racketeering scheme is but yes, the ghost peace treaty does require that Asgard pay the ghost king gold and magical weapons every century and if we fail to pay that price, then the peace treaty will be broken and Asgard will likely be forfeit.”

“That’s a racketeering scheme!”

“Well then yes.”

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. It was clear the man’s headache was only growing stronger as he walked through the information the two gods had dumped into his lap this morning. Thor and Loki both had rushed into his lab and started babbling about world ending threats and how they might possibly be absolutely screwed.

“So, now there’s a new king. Which means a new peace treaty has to be signed.” Tony said the words ‘peace treaty’ in the same way he’d say ‘nuclear bomb’ or ‘Steve Rogers’.

“I thought you said it was a racketeering scheme?” Loki asked.

“Shut it.” Tony hissed.

“A new treaty must be signed.” Thor repeated, trying to keep the three of them on track.

“And since the last king Pariah Dark was so powerful that he made the entirety of Asgard tremble, you’re pretty sure this new king, Phantom, is probably worse.”

“Pariah Dark had the power to suck entire planets into the afterlife, destroying them,” Loki said looking at his nails. “Stands to reason that a ghost powerful enough to defeat him could do much, much worse.”

“Right. Fantastic!” Tony practically shouted.

“I don’t think anything about this is fantastic.” Thor admitted, he was ignored.

“And according to you Asgard has been paying the ghost tax for both their realm and ours since we were under Odin’s protection. And since Hela and Sutur destroyed your entire planet and your entire people are refugees, now we have to figure out how to keep an ultrapowerful ghost from wiping out our home without any way of paying him.”

“Technically we don’t know if Phantom is a ‘he’.” Loki pointed out unhelpfully.

“The letter literally says he’s a king!”

“Could be a title. What do the dead have need for gender?”

“This is not the point of this discussion,” Thor cut in before an argument about the usefulness of gender and the concept of a female king burst forth. “We’re here to figure out how to make peace with King Phantom without resulting in a war that would destroy our world and our peoples.”

“We don’t even have Earth’s mightiest heroes anymore.” Loki said, referencing the painful results of the civil war and the Accords.

“We’re fucked.” Tony decided.

“Yes,” Thor agreed. “We probably are.”

[theghostsofmusemarket]

The party was indeed in full swing and Thor found himself enthralled by it all. Drinking and regaling everyone with tales of his adventures kept several people interested and the prince of Asgard found joy in it. The party itself was splendid, but being under the influence also made the god more frisky, especially since he was single. So when a pair of pretty eyes caught his attention, he made his way over to greet the stranger. “I do hope the party is going wonderfully for you,” he greeted, sipping from his mug with a charming grin. 

[[@blue-eyed-devils​ liked for a starter!]]

[littledark11]

"The Rite was only hours away."

"If Fandral had told you about the second part of The Rite, he was glad you hadn’t raised it."

The big days today!

I hope nothing bad happened! 🥺 And I'm very curious,if Fandral didn't tell reader, how would she react to everything?

“I don’t know about that, Loki. Of the two of us you’ve always been seen as the bigger whore."

"Before he knew it, Loki’s dagger was at Thor’s throat.

oOoOoO you got roasted by Thor of all people! (No hate toward Thor. We love our himbo)

How would you ever come,Loki?

One second later

Oh my God he fucking stabbed him!

Like literally I was shocked I mean this is not really out of character for Loki. So I wouldn't really overpass it.

“I’m sure none of father’s spies will impart that you were bested by a whore.”

"If she loves me, he re-worded in his mind, beginning to walk a little quicker to the safety of solitude."

"He needed to bathe. He needed to be alone. I need to be with her. But he couldn’t have that; so alone, it would be."

Even while he's dying, so he can still stab Loki in the feels.Heheh it's funny tbh.

Go to your woman,loki! Pleasure her!

"Loki’s very good, you know. Everyone knows it’s his favourite thing to do to a woman, or a man. You’re so lucky.” She giggled, and your stomach tightened with a wave of inexplicable anger. “I’m jealous. They say he does this thing with his tongue that—"

"Frigga’s close-lipped smile grew. “We can’t blame Fandral for being in love with Loki, even if his methods were…”

Jesus Christ everybody's roasting him.

Frigga, I will slap you!.

"You may think our customs strange, but they were born from centuries of upheaval and selfishness of our rulers"

"Don’t sass the queen"

I didn't know watching two people fuck is considered tradition? What's next? Doing a dick mentoring contest? Or who can cum the hardest?

I actually want to see that happen. 😏😏😏

No, you better sass her! 😤

“So, you see, my dear…” Frigga tipped your chin up to meet her eyes. “You are my son’s only chance…”My son’s…and those sweet little children.” A smile curled at her wine-stained lips.

“And I hope you are prepared for the consequences of that.”

Never mind, I take back what I said about frigga for now.

I just imagine she says it in a sweet and considered way

"A mirror was wheeled from somewhere, and behind your naked body you tried not to look at Frigga perched on a chaise, supping from a goblet"

Why do I imagine frigga is drinking wine and thinking "she has a nice ass,how lucky was my son be to hit that."

“Touch ‘emselves,” she said with a straight face."

This feels like an orgy waiting to happen. Lol I'll be watching 😉

“I can’t love. Everyone’s always told me I’m not…made for it.”

“You are worthy of love, Loki Odinson. Giving and receiving,” she said quietly, searching his eyes. “No matter what some daft Rite says.”

AWWWW 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 MY HEART IS BURSTING AND NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY!!!

"Thor squeezed his shoulder. “I wish you fortune, brother. May her heart be open.”

And her holes to be filled hehehe

"And yes, his cock really is that big"

"He isn’t embarrassed."

Oh like that's a fucking shock lol 😉 I imagining he's just trying to flaunt it lol

“I command you to prove yourself worthy of the people you seek to rule by bestowing unrequited pleasure on this woman. By doing so, you prove that you can put those you rule above yourself; that if you can cultivate their love, you may one day hold the crown.”

Why did my brain go?

⭐COMMENCE THE FUCKING ⭐

"Yes, little owl?”

"Somewhere, people were clapping – but all you could feel was him, guiding your sizzling pussy from its high with gentle, careful licks."

"It’s done,”

He did it!!!!! 👏👏👏👏👏

Also love the cute little nickname 😍😍 😍 😍 😍

"He’s trying to make you fall in love with him,’ he’d said. ‘And afterwards, he’ll discard you like the commoner you imagine yourself to be.’

"And Loki was gone."

My reaction:

AHHHHHHHH! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

The Rite: Consequence (VI)

A link to The Rite Masterlist is here A link to my regular Masterlist is here Summary: (6) It's the day of The Rite 🙈And whether Loki succeeds or fails in capturing your pleasure (and your heart) - there will be consequences. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Mild angst. Asgardians behaving badly. Smut. I am begging, pleading for your trust. (w/c 5.6k)

Loki blocked the fall of the blade with a hanging guard, catching his brother’s wild stare through the angle of his arm.

Dust scraped across his eyes from the training ring, but he blinked it away. They both glistened with mid-afternoon sweat - muscles straining; all hard veins and gritted teeth.

Loki licked his lips, tasting salt, and his arm began to quiver beneath the press of his brother’s blade – but he wouldn’t relent. He never did.

The Rite was only hours away.

It began at sundown. He wasn’t allowed to see you, and beating his brother into the dirt was as good a distraction as any. Better than the ones I’m used to.

And besides, after the two of you had talked until sunrise – about everything and anything that avoided the question of love – there was nothing more to be done.

If Fandral had told you about the second part of The Rite, he was glad you hadn’t raised it. He didn’t think he could bear knowing its outcome in advance. Better the short, sharp shock of shame than its clammy shadow. Better to whisper in your ear and devour your lips and feel your hand searching the angles of him until he was sick with painful desire.

“Yield,” Loki grit. A thick strand of hair had come loose, trailing over his vision. The furrow of Thor’s frown grew deeper.

“Why would I? I have you on the run, little brother.” A soft grunt broke in Loki’s throat. He flexed his shoulder and parried Thor’s sword to the side with force, kicking the blonde’s left foot from under him in the same movement. Thor slammed down into the sand; sprawling and sword clattered against the stone beneath.

“You don’t fight fair, Loki” “Maybe you should fight better.” Thor scrambled to his feet, sand sticking in clumps to the sweat gathered on his chest. “I am the greatest warrior this realm has ever known because I fight with honour.” Loki rolled his eyes. “Honour,” he spat. “At least you shan’t have your ill-gotten reputation in the histories as its greatest lover for much longer.” Thor hacked a wad of dust-gritted saliva and spat it to his feet. He looked up with a twisted smile. “I don’t know about that, Loki. Of the two of us you’ve always been seen as the bigger whore. A talented one for certain, but a whore all the same. And soon enough, your Rite partner will join the throng; be forgotten like the rest.”   Before he knew it, Loki’s dagger was at Thor’s throat.

His vision flashed white, and behind him came the jangle of armoured guards, circling them with their spears readied. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Thor’s hands rise to steady them.

“Brother…” Thor said slowly, “I know you’re nervous, but killing me really would remove any chance you have at the succession—”

 “—I won’t take insult from those who wax lyrical about honour and leave their loin’s fruit to the vultures.” Thor frowned. “What are you talking about?” He tried to look down at the blade glinting by his thorax and only succeeded in nicking his skin. “Ow.” Loki released a withering sigh, flipping the dagger away and kicking Thor’s foot from beneath him. The other one, this time. His brother crumpled like a wet towel. He turned, seeing several of the guards’ facial expressions flinch between the gaps in their helmets.

“Disperse,” he muttered, striding past them and wondering mildly how long it would be until Odin found out. He needed to bathe. He needed to be alone. I need to be with her. But he couldn’t have that; so alone, it would be.

“Don’t worry brother,” he said dryly as he scraped sweat-soaked hair off his face. “I’m sure none of father’s spies will impart that you were bested by a whore.” Thor’s blustering protestations made a smirk curl the corner of his mouth. He must remember to tell you about this, when all was said and done: when the succession was set in stone, when the home for abandoned children was secured, when he knew that you loved him. And as he exited the training ring, Loki realised with horrifying clarity that one of those possibilities hung around his neck like a millstone: heavier than the others – threatening to collapse him to his knees.

If she loves me, he re-worded in his mind, beginning to walk a little quicker to the safety of solitude.

You’d been woken in late morning and bustled with minimal ceremony to the private baths on the upper floors of the palace.

Once there, your day-gown had been stripped by a flurry of exquisitely beautiful maids; each dressed in blue fabric as thin as gauze, hair like pure, precious metals. How you hated them.

You hadn’t realised you wouldn’t see Loki until The Rite itself until he’d told you last night before you parted ways. You’d kissed him so roughly against the wall, fingers digging into his scalp, that you’d almost passed out from lack of oxygen.

And now…here, with the most impossibly beautiful nymphs in all of Asgard – it felt like there was no time. You need to be near him. Isn’t that how love works? But then, you wouldn’t know. You suddenly wondered if absence before the ceremony was really part of the tradition, or if Odin and the rest of them were trying to keep you apart. Hoping he’ll fail. —Stop being so paranoid.

Steam rose from the hot spring, undulating like flame as one of the nymphs massaged your shoulders. I wonder what Loki’s doing. Does he miss me? Is he nervous…? You lifted one calf out of the water where you’d perched at the edge of the baths, the scent of orange oil thick in your nostrils.  Suddenly the fingers stopped working, and she leant down. “Loki’s very good, you know. Everyone knows it’s his favourite thing to do to a woman, or a man. You’re so lucky.” She giggled, and your stomach tightened with a wave of inexplicable anger. “I’m jealous. They say he does this thing with his tongue that—" “—Oh hush, Mavor.” You winced as Frigga’s chide sparked like a lit match. She settled, dangling her feet in the pool beside yours. “Leave the poor girl alone, I’m sure the past few days have been much to contend with.”

You turned fractionally, almost blinded by the golden assault of her sunlit hair. She’s staring at you, faint crows-feet scrunched from the vaguely discomforting smile on her lips. “What happened last night with Fandral was improper. What must you think of us?” “I don’t think it of you,” you lied, memories of the sick little girl cinching tight around your mind; the fact that Fandral and all the other court-wankers had no clue that Loki was the one clearing up their mess, doing any real good. But it was a secret, and a secret it would remain.

And then you remembered what Lagertha said when the nurse had thanked the gods. ‘Not the gods,’ she’d said, beaming with pride as Loki blushed. ‘This one’s the only one worth having.’

Frigga’s close-lipped smile grew. “We can’t blame Fandral for being in love with Loki, even if his methods were…”

Your eyebrow rose. “Petty? Spiteful? Unforgiveable?”

Frigga laughed: a practiced, twinkling chirp. “When you live as long as we do, dear…nothing is truly unforgivable.”

You frowned, vision blurring as you stifled an eyeroll and Freya continued. “Perhaps you understand how he feels…now that you’ve gotten to know my second son a little better.” “You want to know if I love him, is that it? Well, I don't know.”

Shame swelled under your thin bathing gown, and Frigga inhaled quietly. “I of all people in this palace understand that words matter less than what we feel in here-” she said, pressing a fan of fingers to her chest. “You may think our customs strange, but they were born from centuries of upheaval and selfishness of our rulers. Markers needed to be set. It’s important that the general populace knows nothing of the second requirement of The Rite. It’s sacred.” You let out a petulant sigh. Don’t sass the queen, you willed, staring ahead at the water spilling over the edge of the balcony to a waterfall below.

Frigga cleared her throat. “The Rite ensures that those in line for succession can put another before themselves, represented through giving pleasure – and can capture their heart, their love—” “—Yes…I know that now,” you spat, eyes blazing towards her. “No thanks to any of you. Fandral had to tell me, of all people. Couldn’t resist rubbing it in my face that I’d fail Loki.”

Frigga’s face fell. But now you’d started, you couldn’t stop.

“And besides…Odin, Thor…they cheated the system, didn’t they? You and Odin were engaged! Sif was pretty much raised on a diet of Thor-infatuation.” You shook your head, heat flushing up your neck. “I didn’t say it was perfect,” Frigga said. “But the succession cannot be risked. And despite your current ingratiation, you are an outsider; you cannot understand these things.” “Oh,” you said, choosing to ignore her honey-drenched barb. “It can’t be risked, I see…unless it’s Loki, the one no one cares about?”

Despite her mask of diplomacy, irritation rippled on Frigga’s face.

“He had many options, and every opportunity,” she said through perfectly straight, gritted, teeth. “And he squandered every one of them. But something’s changed these past centuries in him. Something in these past weeks, too. A mystery, certainly.”

She stood, and the wet length of her glittering gown slopped across the floor. “Although I’m pleased to see you feel so strongly in his defence – it bodes well for his performance. Perhaps he’ll succeed after all.”

Your snorted. “And if I fail him, Fandral can step in: problem solved.” Frigga sighed, waving away an approaching nymph who skittered gratefully backwards.

“That’s not how it works,” Frigga said with a cloying sweetness, "- Loki would fail you: he would have failed to bring you pleasure, and capture your heart in a meaningful way. He only has one chance at fulfilling The Rite, at joining the succession. I did urge him to wait another 500 years but..."

She gave a delicate shrug. "And besides, in his haste to tarnish you…Fandral excluded himself from ever being eligible. The arousal of a god touched his skin. You should have seen his face when he realised he’d neglected to don the gloves in his pocket: pompous little oaf.”

A whirl of butterflies erupted in your gut. “So, you see, my dear…” Frigga tipped your chin up to meet her eyes. “You are my son’s only chance…”

You looked up at her: the glint in her beautiful irises – and for the first time you saw something more than the performance she presented to the court. Mischief. “My son’s…and those sweet little children.” A smile curled at her wine-stained lips. “And I hope you are prepared for the consequences of that.”

The silent, unbroken stare shattered as the doors burst open and Lagertha hobbled inside with an entourage of three. They held something in their arms like a dead snake, spread between them, covered in thick cotton and secured with the Asgardian royal seal in five places along its length.

Lagertha clapped her hands twice and you couldn’t help but smile at the irreverence on her face as she cast an imperious glance around the room. “There she is,” she said, waving you towards her. “Come, come – we haven’t got all day. Sun will be setting soon.”

You jumped up and scooted over, and immediately her surprisingly iron grip fastened to your bicep. “Loki sends his well wishes,” she hissed abruptly, “hopes his mother ain’t been too much of a cow.”

You pressed your lips together. “He’s alright? He’s not…” “Nervous? Course he is, dear. Near-on shitting himself. Not that he’d say that out loud, but I’ve known him a long time…the real him, like you do. Bless his silken hose. But now…we need to focus on you.”

Minutes passed in a blur as one of Lagertha’s deputy Weaving Crone who wasn’t quite so nobbled rolled out a small podium. You mounted it, following instructions to raise your arms and soon the dress was pulled over your head and in a heap on the floor.

A mirror was wheeled from somewhere, and behind your naked body you tried not to look at Frigga perched on a chaise, supping from a goblet.

Over your shoulder, the assistant crones were unpacking the snake-like thing. It must’ve been twenty feet long, and as it unfurled, your breath hitched. They held up the part which went over your arms, pacing forward reverently. It was as sheer as cobweb, tiny golden flecks weaved into the impossibly fine threads.

It slid up your skin like liquid moonlight. The fabric kissed your flesh like the graze of a lover, and beside you, Lagertha smiled.

You eyed your reflection warily. “How many people will see me in this?” “Just focus on the prince, dear.” “How many, Lagertha?” Her eyes flickered up to yours before taking a renewed interest in straightening the sash. “No more than twenty.” “Twenty?” you hissed. “I thought…I don’t know what I thought. Norns. Who are they?” “Odin, Frigga, Thor…some of the high gods; selected nobles to witness. It’s an honour, remember that. For them, as well as you.” You could swear the outline of your heartbeat was visible. “Oh my god…will they see everything?” “Not everything, child,” Lagertha whispered, untying the sash loop and re-assembling it; buying time. The robes sides covered your breasts but left a gap of bare skin in the centre, gathering at the naval before the flowing, split skirt began.

“It’s all very hush hush beforehand, so the participants can’t…skew things.” “Skew things?” You saw Lagertha’s lips roll together as she tried to dampen a laugh. Her eyes darted to Frigga and quickly back to you.

“Touch ‘emselves,” she said with a straight face.

“Focus on Loki, dear.” Her voice was as calming as poppy-seed tea. “I know what I see when I see it.” She ran a nobbled hand down the curve of your waist, smoothing the fabric.

You swallowed, looking at yourself in the mirror. “How will they know if I…if I love him? How will they know if I don't know?” Lagertha spun out the silence, fussing with the fabric at your breasts. “Focus on Loki, dear,” was all she said.

And soon, you were on the move again.

After his father’s ‘motivational’ speech, Loki felt no better. Although admittedly, he did feel slightly lighter when he’d left. Lagertha’s arrival had been the only bright spot in the darkness of his mood. She’d clothed in him in the same style of ceremonial garments expected from all participants in The Rite – far less grand than yours would be, but Loki’s held more elaborate stitching than his brother’s had done centuries before: tiny runes and charms woven into the hem with wishes that whispered when he moved. “Tell her…” he’d started, realising that he didn’t know what to say. He grumbled out some inane quip about his mother. Lagertha raised an eyebrow. “I know how you feel about her, silly boy,” she said under her breath, eyeing Thor snarfing down a third plate of cold meats like he’d been raised on the streets and not in a palace. "You can't fool old Lagertha."

Loki’s chest tightened: fighting the urge to deny it, fighting the urge to let his persona of bravado take hold. “I can’t love. Everyone’s always told me I’m not…made for it.” Lagertha’s laugh caught in her throat. She made a face. “Who? Him?” She yanked her head towards Thor leering covetously at a wheel of cheese. “Please,” she added under her breath. “And if she doesn’t love me?” Loki asked, voice crackling under the weight of the words.

Lagertha rolled her eyes. “It was a big ask in such a short time – any fool could see that, even your brother. But if you can…then maybe she can too.”

She shrugged, and patted his bare pecs twice. “I saw the way she looked at you when you came to get measured, and she couldn’t look away when you were playing with little Grisyna.”

Her eyebrow rose again. “Besides…if what she feels isn’t strong enough to fulfil The Rite…doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Doesn’t mean it isn’t worth exploring, tending.” “But the children," Loki hissed, ensuring he was out of Thor's earshot. "If I’m not in the succession, then if father finds out, he’ll—” Lagertha flapped a hand. “— We’ll figure out a way. We always have. Odin isn’t going to sweep in and decimate them – Frigga wouldn’t allow it…they’ll be shifted out somewhere, all nice and quiet so no one finds out what a bunch of unworthy vagabonds his court is.”

She reached up his neck and instinctually he stooped so her hands could cup his jaw.

“You are worthy of love, Loki Odinson. Giving and receiving,” she said quietly, searching his eyes. “No matter what some daft Rite says.”

“Brother you simply must try these prunes.”

Thor belched, pressing a fist to his mouth too late. Loki and Lagertha looked at him with matching expressions of disgust, and her hands fell from his jaw. Thor chuckled.

“Seems like your partner has competition for her place tonight,” Thor said, throwing a prune up and trying to catch it with his mouth. It hit off his eye and bounced to the floor. “I’ve been laying with gods since Odin was a sparkle in your grandfather’s eye, boy…I wouldn’t possibly qualify,” she said, gathering her things. She looked at Loki a final time, sharing a conspiratorial nod as Thor flushed pink. “Boy?!” Thor balked, as she shifted from the room with a quiet, purposeful grace. “Boy!?” he said again, marching to Loki. “That old witch is too familiar. I should have her removed from royal favour.” “You’ll do no such thing, brother,” Loki drawled, picking up a goblet of wine before setting it down again, untouched. “Who will make the garments that enchant your groin to look larger?” Thor’s cheeks began to turn violet. “That was supposed to be in confidence.” “Oh, dear.” Loki spun to his reflection, tilting his head. “Well, you’re lucky I’m very good at keeping secrets - if I choose to.”

Thor's lips pursed tight. Clearly, today would not be the one he’d break the habit of a lifetime and concoct a witty response. Loki’s gaze shifted back to himself.

The ceremonial Rite garment clung to every line of muscle like shimmering skin. It rippled at the merest breath; whether it was silver, or gold, or white depended entirely on the angle of the light. Bell sleeves draped from his wrists, hanging down to his mid-thighs and melting against his skin like dregs of foam into sand.

The fabric was split down his torso; cock on full display; sheer fabric leaving no inch of the skin beneath to the imagination. The hem of the robe brushed the floor as his bare feet shuffled, inspecting himself. He looked resplendent.

Loki sighed. “Fix my hair, will you? Or try, at least.”

A box rattled as Thor combed through a variety of pins. Loki rolled his eyes. “The gold one, with the emblem.” “Which emblem?” Thor asked, bored. “My emblem, you cretin.”

Thor worked in silence, and Loki was glad of it. His brother managed to gather the hair in a serviceable knot at the top of his head: fastened with the golden snake pin at its base. Loki’s cheekbones slashed deep shadows into his face, highlighting faint blue shadows under his eyes. The sun had almost set, and soon enough, there was a knock at the door. Thor squeezed his shoulder. “I wish you fortune, brother. May her heart be open.”

Loki waited for the quip about her legs being open too, but it didn’t come. And unlike the cowing pleasantries at last night’s feast, he felt a shiver of gratitude wrench up his spine at the sentiment.

“Thank you, brother,” he whispered, meeting his own eyes in the mirror. “I need it.”

The stone seemed to pulse beneath your feet.

You walked in procession: Frigga at the front, the Asgardian nymphs flanking you each holding a clutch of your train as the golden door grew closer. Goosebumps needled your arms beneath the silk-chiffon. ‘Just focus on the prince’, Lagertha had said. ‘Just focus on him’. Finally, the procession stopped. Frigga beat a fist on the door three times, and inside there was the muffled sound of trumpets.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Heraldry? Be serious.

The doors swung open. The hall was narrow, with padded benches lining the walls like one of those Midgard chapels and torches throwing throbbing amber hues on the floor. It was so polished that the gemstone stars set deep into the dark ceiling reflected on its surface, and your feet wobbled as the world slewed around you. “It’s alright,” the nymph to your side whispered, staring ahead. “Just keep walking.” You tried not to look at the shaded figures who populated the benches, but the curiosity was too much. Fandral sat with a sullen expression, glowering at your progress, the centre of his face marred with a purple bruise which spread to his eyes. You smirked. Frigga stopped, and stepped to the side.

And then, you inhaled sharply. Loki stood with his hands clasped behind his back: posture impeccable, body tight with braced muscles and his raven hair swept up in a devastating knot.

He wore a robe made of the same material as yours. In torchlight, it looked like pure gold – rippling with opacity in time with the flames. But still, his alabaster skin was visible beneath it. The god’s bare form was as flawless as you remembered from the night in the baths – it felt like a lifetime ago.

And yes, his cock really is that big, that perfect. You thought you might have imagined it. His face was set in ceremonial stiffness, but those eyes sparkled. He isn’t embarrassed. You decided – fuck it – you weren’t going to be embarrassed either. You opened your mouth to speak but, regrettably, Odin got in first. “Gods, nobles…you are welcome to the attempt of my second son – Loki of Asgard – at fulfilling The Rite of Successional Pleasure, and taking his place as one of the realm’s true-royal sons.”

Loki sidestepped as you found yourself guided by the nymphs holding your train, nudging you towards a raised platform at the end of the hall. A firm looking cushion sat on top of it: the deepest navy blue, scattered with silver thread.

You climbed each of the four steps, turning to the crowd of shadowed faces occupying the pews and trying to ignore the graze of your hardened nipped against the fabric. For Loki, you reminded yourself.

Looking up, you could make out a golden railing suspended from the ceiling, thin bunches of material hanging from it in thin sections.   Loki mounted the steps with easy grace, cock swinging, drawing your hand to his lips when he reached the top.

“You are well?” he murmured against the skin, looking up through his lashes. Your stomach roiled with the need to kiss him, but all you could muster was a nod. A silent understanding passed between you of how fucked-up this was. “It will be over soon,” he said, brows peaking. Your lips rolled together, but as words shaped your lips—

“Loki Odinson: God of Mischief and Lies, Son of Asgard.”

Odin’s voice rang around the cloisters like a war-cry. “I command you to prove yourself worthy of the people you seek to rule by bestowing unrequited pleasure on this woman. By doing so, you prove that you can put those you rule above yourself; that if you can cultivate their love, you may one day hold the crown.”

Cultivate their love. The phrase made a shiver tighten your shoulders.

A woman even older than Lagertha shuffled up the steps, and beside you, Loki stiffened. Red markings smeared down her face, paste crusting into deep wrinkles. She gathered your hands. Her eyes closed, face tipped to the feeling. The very air seemed to sharpen. “She is untouched by a god: she has known no seed, she is eligible for the ceremonial Rite,” the woman announced. Beside you, Loki’s muscles relaxed. A nymph tapped your shoulder and you drew your eyes from Loki’s. “My lady- we need to—” “—I can do it,” Loki cut in. He observed her visible panic with clear irritation. “Nowhere does it specify this in the ceremonial texts, I assure you.”

There was a hum from the crowd, but no objections. Loki ushered you to the bed. He leant down to your ear, and the warmth of his breath ignited fierce, obscene desire in your core. The crowd, forgotten. “Lie on the bed, so that your head rests near the top," he whispered, shivers running down your limbs. "Those two women will fan the train of your robe. It’s very important that you let them arrange it how it needs to be. You’ll be restrained, but don’t fear…it will not hurt. It’s only so—” “—I don’t touch myself,” you finished. Loki smirked. “Skew the results,” he replied, eyes glittering like the gems in the ceiling. His knuckles trailed down your bicep and for that moment, there was only you and Loki in the room. “Shall we?”

You did as he’d asked, settling on your back. True enough, the two nymphs spread the train of the robe until its huge length spilled down the steps and halfway up the narrow aisle. The rest of it pooled across the bed, pearling weave undulating in shadows. When they were done, your arms were spread and satin tied to your wrists; fastened somewhere down the sides.

And all the while, Loki stood where you’d left him – facing the crowd with what you imagined was a thousand-yard-stare.

One of the nymphs approached the long material draped from the ceiling. Loki brought a hand up, clicking his fingers. The material sprung to life, metal rings scraping on metal as it worked around the railing; surrounding the bed in a circle of thin, voile fabric.

You’d been prepared to repeat Lagertha’s mantra in your head at this point, but it turned out it wasn’t only easy to focus on Loki – it was impossible not to.

He drew a portion of the curtain to the side and slipped through: utterly beautiful in his regally-repressed lust. That lithe body shifted beneath the sheer robe as he knelt on the bed: one knee, then two. You squirmed, unable to help yourself. You were already wet, arousal sliding between your thighs.

“Kiss me?” you asked quietly.

His brow furrowed, eyes falling to his crotch. He was hard. It was the first time you’d seen him erect without any clothes on. Even in the baths, he’d been underwater. Saliva welled in your mouth, heart thumping. A bead of pre-cum had already swelled at the tip. “This is rather unorthodox,” he muttered. Whispers were audible from the world beyond the curtain. Loki swallowed. “But you look so…” He swallowed again, eyelids fluttering closed and hands falling to the mattress. “I’ll get seed on you. And we can’t have that. Not now.” “Not now,” you agreed as your legs parted.

Loki’s breath hitched as he drew the sliver of fabric covering your crotch to the side. The god lowered, lips fastening to your thigh as his hands scooped under your legs. You felt like you might catch fire.

He kissed up to the knee, lingering on each inch of skin like you might vanish. Your nerves were wild, and it wasn’t until the whine of his name had left your lips you even realised you'd done it. There was a ripple of amusement from the crowd, and one of Loki’s brows rose. “As you desire,” he murmured, before fastening softly to your clit.

A moan ripped from your throat.

The touch was almost nothing, but it was a lit match to sulphur. All the desire, the longing, the denial – it came rushing up your throat in that moan.

Loki’s tongue was silk. It smoothed over the folds of your sex, coating you in his wet enthusiasm. Every long, languid lap coupled with a groan of approval in his chest; the sharp angles of his jawline slotting perfectly between your spread legs.

“Loki,” you gasped, back arching while his fingers spread against your hips.

He suckled your clit, eyes opening with calculated precision to lock with your own. “Loki,” you chanted again, reaching to tangle a hand in his hair and failing. His mouth broke from your pussy. “Yes, little owl?” he hummed, chin glistening with your arousal, a playful dimple winking at the corner of his mouth. You huffed.

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded as the god chuckled against you thigh, wet, lazy kisses bitten into the flesh. His eyes met yours as he kissed over your mound, lowering completely before dragging his nose through your cunt and covering your clit again.

“Gods, yes….f-fuck,” you gasped.

There were more titters of mirth behind the curtain. But you couldn’t hear them – you could only hear Loki’s desperate sighs of need as he worshipped you, only feel the coil winding in your belly as orgasm began to crest; only sense the press of his fingertips pulling your hips deeper into his open mouth.

Suddenly someone shouted: another, and then another. They were hushed by a voice suspiciously like Frigga’s.

You turned your face unwillingly to the side, craning up, straining against the binds. The end of the train was just visible were it ended down aisle. You squinted. Where before it was a kind of white, now it was… “Green?” Loki’s palm pressed against your chest, sliding to cup your breast with a squeeze as you lowered.

“Ignore it,” he breathed: wet, hot. And then, he pushed your knees back. Your eyes widened as he towered above you, fingers spread on your calves like a chariot-rider. A single curl had come loose from the top-knot. Loki lapped from the base of your slit to the tip.

His movements were fluid, and wild – yet perfectly controlled. You’d heard tales of how he swept through battlefields like a whirlwind; slicing enemies down like they were paper; harnessing madness with the absolute precision. And this was like that. Except his battle was your pleasure – and gods, he was winning.

You’d begun to pant, and nonsensical words shaped your tongue as his movements became slower, massaging your cunt with slow, methodical licks. “Loki…” you pleaded, chest heaving, lips parted. And then, you came.

It was like nothing you’d ever known. Everything else had been a pebble of pleasure scattered on a beach – this was the cliff. It slammed into you, spine arching as he shifted to your thrashes; holding your hips fast to his lips as you spilled into him.

Somewhere, people were clapping – but all you could feel was him, guiding your sizzling pussy from its high with gentle, careful licks.

The binds at your wrists loosened and the moment they did, you sat up – audience be damned – and collided with his mouth.

The kiss was deep, wild: fingers digging into the tight hair at the base of his skull, his lips teased open by the demands of your tongue. The taste of you was thick: sweet, hot, dark with your deepest needs. It tasted like love - like trust.

Loki’s moan as you shifted onto his lap and dragged your pussy up his cock: scorching your insides with an unquenchable drive to have him buried inside you. “It’s done,” a creaking voice announced. You squinted through the curtain, panting. The old woman from before with red crusted on her face was standing, facing the crowd. “Loki Odinson has completed the Rite of Successional Pleasure.” A roar erupted through the darkness. Loki shook you by the shoulders, his face smeared with your cum a picture of fierce delight.

I did it, those eyes said.  

For a reason you couldn’t explain, your stomach dropped.

The curtain was torn aside and you toppled from Loki’s lap, pulling bundles of the robe’s length to cover your modesty. And then, you saw it. The train spilling down the steps and onto the aisle was almost completely green: a deep emerald, like it had been dipped in ink which soaked its material like the tide. As you watched, the stain grew closer, starting an ascent of the steps. “He has proven himself able to give pleasure to those who serve him,” the woman’s voice cut through the din. “He has proven himself able to earn their love, their allegiance.” Loki stood from the bed, his arms spread wide to the applause: robe open, cock still hard. You frowned, shuffling forwards and tugged the back of his robe. He glanced over his shoulder, expression faltering.

You loved him. He knew that now. Everyone did. So why did it feel like… A mob descended and suddenly Loki was absorbed into a mass of congratulatory back slaps and cheers. Thor stood at the side, clapping all-too-slowly. His eyes darted towards you, before falling to the ground.

‘A triumph,’ the voices in the crowd around Loki said as his smile widened. ‘Never seen anything like it…magnificent.’ They pulled him down the steps. 'One for the histories.'

“Loki." Your voice broke, and you shuffled forwards and stumbled over the tangle of your train. You thought you saw the flash of Loki’s profile; you thought you saw him trying to lurch back through the throng.

But fingers curled around your arms and pulled. The mossy perfume of the Asgardian nymphs stung your eyes and you wrenched against them, hearing a rip from below as someone tore the delicate robe with their feet.

More fingers fastened to your wrist and you yanked away before meeting a pair of piercing blue eyes. Sad eyes. “Let him go,” Frigga whispered firmly. “He has much to celebrate.” Everything else was white noise. Only the memory of Fandral’s smarmy voice loud in your head. ‘He’s trying to make you fall in love with him,’ he’d said. ‘And afterwards, he’ll discard you like the commoner you imagine yourself to be.’ You faltered at the scrunch of Frigga’s brow, strength leaving your limbs.

Her pitying gaze said more than platitudes ever could. Glancing at the door, shouts of jubilation faded in echoing wisps as the green spill completed its ascent up the enchanted fabric.

Loki’s colour: proof that he held your heart in the palm of his hand, proof that you were willing to give yourself to him body, and soul.

And Loki was gone.

A/N. Just trust me, okay? Please? 🙏❤️ Please please. Tags in comments x Next (final) chapter: Wednesday 31 July. The Rite Masterlist is here

[hoshizoranoseirei-a]

T. Odinson | Marvel

Muse Name: Thor Odinson

Face Claim: Chris Hemsworth

Fandom: Marvel 

Age: 2,000

Birthday: N/A

Species: God

Sexual Preference: Pansexual

Family: Odin [father; deceased], Frigga [mother; deceased], Loki [adopted brother; believed to be deceased]

Abilities: Thor can summon storms and lightning, even subconsciously. 

History: Thor grew up knowing he was to be King. It was no secret to say the least, and he reveled in the fact that he would one day be the Allfather. But his youth made him reckless, battle-hungry. After an attack on Jotunheim, he was cast out of Asgard, only able to return when he was worthy. The time he spent on earth did a lot in helping him grow, in making him realize it wasn’t about what he wanted, it was about his people, about the people he had promised to protect. When it came time to face his brother, he did so with a heavy heart.And he did it over and over, because he loved his brother dearly. He couldn’t bring himself to truly, unconditionally hate Loki, and he couldn’t bear the idea of losing Loki even though the trickster had faked his death twice.Searching for their father led them to meet their sister, and they were cast into one of the biggest wars they had to face, getting back to save Asgard and their people. Thor went through a lot to get back, and when the time came, they ignited Ragnarok, and while the land that was Asgard was destroyed, Thor had learned that the spirit of Asgard - its people - were what kept it alive.

[bchemianrhapscdy-archived]

@inkdreamt​​ gets a starter with Thor

“Don’t tell me you tried to lift Mjolnir again?” Thor asked as he spotted the other. Next to her his hammer, her pretending to just stay beside it. “I told you, the day you prove yourself worthy, Mjolnir will be all yours. Until then-” with ease he lifted up the hammer “-it’s me and I’m the worthy one.”

[marvel-women-can-kill-me]

Avengers: Endgame from the Point of View of Someone with Anxiety

It is no doubt that Marvel’s Avengers: Endgame is the biggest movie event in history, both in the context of our universe and the MCU. However, when the movie was released, it didn’t see the overwhelmingly positive reactions expected of such as film. One glaring “problem” that a lot of people had with the movie was the arc given to Thor (Chris Hemsworth). In the movie, he brutally and coldly decapitates Thanos (Josh Brolin) before realizing what he had done. After realizing that it didn’t matter, since his friends were still dead, he fell into a depressive funk, developing depression, anxiety, and PTSD. He develops really unhealthy coping mechanisms until he gets a chance to reverse Thanos’ villainous actions, in which he learns that even with his serious mental illnesses, he is still worthy to wield Mjolnir and fight Thanos as a hero. A lot of people were upset by this due to several arguments which I hope to debunk in the following paragraph.

The first anti-Thor argument is that since Thor is a G-d from another realm, he shouldn’t be susceptible to these feelings. This can easily be disproved since it has been shown throughout the MCU that Thor experiences human emotions, it is easy to conclude that those feelings can become extreme enough to become mental illness, since any being with human emotions, even non-sentient ones such as cats (I know from experience) can develop depression. Furthermore, the MCU in Thor: Ragnarok explicitly explains that, unlike the comics, Thor is not a G-d, but rather an alien, and Asgard is not another realm, but rather a planet. The second glaring argument is that Thor shouldn’t be allowed to get that fat or drunk, he’s supposed to be able to keep it together. A third, but related, argument, is that Thor did not get a workout and sobering up montage before fighting Thanos in the Battle of Earth, or even before the Time Heist. However, I strongly urge people who make this argument to rewatch the movie from the perspective of a person with anxiety, such as myself. I can assure you that mental illness does not look like Chris Hemsworth being a little sad, but much more like Thor’s actions in Endgame. Moments such as Thor realizing that he is still worthy to wield Mjolnir, while it confuses his friend, Rocket (Bradley Cooper),  are beyond empowering for people with the mental illnesses portrayed in the film through Thor. Seeing that even Thor Odinson, one of the strongest Avengers, can develop these poor coping mechanisms, and that it doesn’t affect the fundamental goodness of the person (as shown through the “I’m still worthy” scene), and that he can still challenge Thanos, the biggest threat in MCU to date, gives people with these illnesses a sense of hope through their early on ability to relate to him, showing people that they are still them, even if they have a crippling mental illness. And as a person with severe anxiety, this means a lot to me, and the extreme glee that I felt at seeing these things happen shows that an otherwise not-as-good movie handled Thor’s mental illness very well.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Is thirsty thots still happening? If so, can I request some lazy morning sex with Mr Thor Odinson, please, m'lady?

Mornings

A/N: It took me some time to get to this. SOrry I tweaked it a bit. Hope you like it though!!

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty fluff.

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Quiet.

It had been a quiet morning. Nothing to disturb the tranquil before the sun-rays bathed your home a cheery yellow, a contrast to your gloomy, wallowing self.

Someone had been gone for months, literally to a different planet and left you with lingering memories of the times you’d spent together.

The giant stuffed bear that lay in your bed, the one he had won for you at a fair. It brought a giggle to your lips every time you saw it, memories of a determined Thor trying his best to win at a silly Midgardian game to prove himself worthy of your love on your second date.

As you wandered into the kitchen, the wobbly breakfast table made your cheeks go warm as your mind flooded with how it had come to be this way in the first place.

The last time Thor had been back here, at the crack to dawn to rouse you from your sleep with his bristly kisses. The desperate touches continued as he carried you out, discarding your clothes as you went before placing you on the breakfast table in your kitchen.

Tracing the expanse of your throat with his tongue, he had made his way between your legs.

Circling his tongue over your bundle of nerves while calloused hands held your legs apart, leaving you writhing and wanting for more as breathy moans had filled the silence of your house.

"You know that this counts as half an apology right?" you had teased.

"I've merely begun, my dove. I doubt I'd hear you complain once I'm done."

Wasn't long before you were bent over the table with his firm grip pushing your down while holding your hips tight with his other as he fucked you.

The wood dug into your skin as the force of his thrusts pushed you forward, all you could do was grip the edge and moan with abandon as he brought you pleasure while chasing his own.

His cock speared through your tight walls, grazing against all the right spots as it slid out, reaching the hilt as it plunged back in.

Your cries echoed off the walls as his warm cum painted your walls white, a deep grunt sounding from his chest as he kept pushing his cum inside, whispering how much he had missed you.

A leg of the table snapped and gave way by the time you were finished, the poor pot of flowers crashing to the floor leaving you to laugh and giggle at your antics. It was fixed eventually but it wobbled still.

Putting on a pot of coffee for yourself, you strolled back out on the balcony. The morning breeze caressed your skin as you shut your eyes and sighed.

Thunder echoed in the skies, causing your eyes to open as you watched deep grey clouds gather right above.

A grin broke on your face as the familiar crackle and flash of electricity lightened up your sour mood in an instant.

[janefcster]

Thor: Love and Thunder is based on Jason Aaron's Mighty Thor, and some people might like to read the comics a movie is inspired by before watching it, so I read through every single comic Jane Foster has been in since Thor: God of Thunder (2012) to create this reading list. Those are my personal recommendations and this is by no means an ultimate guide! Under the cut is the written list + some extra comments.

This list is accurate as of September 14 2021.

Essential reading is bolded, I considered essential the books where Jane's the main character, important character moments, and events that directly affected the main books. I did my best to order these chronologically!

Thor: God of Thunder (2012) #12, #24: Jason Aaron's first Thor book!

Thor (2014)

Avengers: Ultron Forever, New Avengers: Ultron Forever, Uncanny Avengers: Ultron Forever

Unbeatable Squirrel Girl (2015) #7-8

Secret Wars

Thors

Mighty Thor (2016) #1-7

Unbelievable Gwenpool #2: The art style on this one is just delightful.

All-New, All-Different Avengers #1-12: I'm not too fond of this book to be honest, I don't like how she's portrayed here, but it certainly happened.

Vote Loki

Mighty Thor (2016) #8-702: Unfortunately there are not actually 700+ issues of this comic, they just changed how they numbered them at some point.

Civil War II #1-3: Honestly just skip all the Civil War II stuff, especially if you're coming from the movies, I only included it in the list cause it affects ANAD Avengers.

All-New, All-Different Avengers #15: Jane is the focus of this issue, it's my favorite from ANAD Avengers.

Civil War II #4-6

Avengers (2016) #1-8

The Unworthy Thor #4: This book, also by Jason Aaron, happens at the same time as Mighty Thor and while it affects that story, Jane is only in this issue and only in a couple pages.

Doctor Strange (2015) #17, #18

Secret Empire #0

Avengers (2016) #9: This is another Jane-focused issue and it's fantastic, I think it's a really key character moment.

Secret Empire #9, #10

Generations: The Unworthy Thor & The Mighty Thor

Avengers (2016) #11, #672-674

Champions (2016) #13-15

Doctor Strange (2015) #381

Avengers (2016) #675-690

Mighty Thor (2016) #703-706

Mighty Thor: At the Gates of Valhalla

Thor (2018) #1, #8, #9, #11: Odinson takes back the mantle of Thor and Jane becomes a secondary character, however there are still some cool character moments.

War of the Realms

Thor (2018) #14-15

War of the Realms Omega

Thor (2018) #16

Valkyrie: Jane Foster

King Thor #4

Incoming!

Thor (2020) #10-13

King in Black: Return of the Valkyries

The Mighty Valkyries

Avengers (2018) #40-44

Thor (2020) #16

Thor & Loki: Double Trouble #3-4

Thor: The Worthy [C Story]

[undiscovered-horizon]

REQUEST: Sorta war horse x loki AU,,, Loki is a captain in the asgardian army ( or whatever ) and the reader is a civilian that Loki takes an interest in and she’s flustered by the attention but her close friends push and encourage the relationship

Author's note: so uhhh I kind of made Loki into a Disney prince...?

Imagine being just a simple civilian who, somehow, catches the eye of a royal general - prince Loki. Although the attention flusters you at first, people around you convince you to try your luck.

"Another victory," you thought to yourself as the parade marched through the city. People gathered around the small army to welcome them home, throw flowers at them and see their families as soon as they could. You didn't know anyone in the Asgardian military but you definitely enjoyed the solemnity of the march-past: the colours, the joy, the hope.

There was, however, another piece of personal agenda you were slightly embarrassed to admit: General Prince Loki Odinson. You weren't the only one attending the parade to sneak a glance at him, many young and older women did so. Ever since he was promoted to the rank of a general, he became more popular than his older brother Thor, who held more power in the court but that power was limited only to the court. Prince Loki became the character associated with keeping peace in the realm and outside of it: a purpose not only glorious but also noble.

Prince Loki had a proud smile on his face. He was slowly riding on his white steed through the city as people were throwing flowers and dried grains under the horse's hooves. The cape of his armor flowed gently on the warm summer breeze. Loki looked like someone who doesn't only win but also never loses.

Being hopeful and a tad bit naive, you held a bouquet of wildflowers you were collecting the entire morning. When the prince came closer to you, you held out the neatly prepared bunch, hoping that the prince will take it.

Loki's eyes met yours as he gently took the flowers from your shaking hands. His face became brighter or that's just what you were telling yourself. The way he smiled at you was enough to tell how grateful he was for the gift of appreciation.

"My lady," he bowed gently towards you and continued riding through the city, bouquet still in his hand.

I"You could at least try, (Y/N)" your friend spoke to you. The sun had already set but the city was still celebrating the fresh victory. Around you the air was filled with lively music played by a half-drunk band. The beautiful and well-known melodies were muffled by laughter as well as the sound of people dancing. With each, even tiniest, blow of night breeze you could smell various dishes, both sweet and savory, all prepared for the general public to enjoy on such an exciting night. It was absolutely marvelous.

"I'm not sure, Astrid," you shook your head resignedly. "He's a prince and a general. Those like me are grateful to shine his shoes."

"Look, (Y/N)," she placed her hand on top of yours. "You were the only person he actually acknowledged."

"Astrid, do I look like a prince-worthy woman to you? I have nothing to offer him!"

"Dear," she looked into your eyes. "You're emperor-worthy, no, throne-worthy. Don't forget that. Now go and try talking to him. Worst case scenario he will thank you for the flowers and go away."

You let out a sigh.

"Alright, Astrid, I'm going," you said. "What's the worst thing that can happen, right? It's not like he will hit me or humiliate me, right?" Those words were more of reassurance towards yourself than actual questions targeted at your friend.

You got up from the table you were sitting at and made your way to the center of the market where people danced to whatever the band was currently playing. Trying your best to not look as stressed and awkward, you pretended to be simply strolling by and casually searching for the dark-haired prince.

"My lady?" a voice behind you caught your attention.

You turned around only for your eyes to find the devil himself. Loki's keen eyes stared at you in an oddly gentle and affectionate matter. His thin lips curved into a polite smile. The light armor he was wearing was mostly green with gold elements. The yellowish light of the torches scattered around the area reflected off of the gold plates beautifully.

"May I have this dance?" he asked as he offered his hand to you. He didn't have his gloves on, showing the best manners a man could present. Although the thought of holding his hand was beyond enticing, you couldn't help but worry, anxiety clouding your mind once again.

"I am afraid my company might be underwhelming for you, Your Royal Highness, especially on such a wonderful night," you answered as you gently placed your hand into his. Loki's fingers softly wrapped around your hand, holding it more tenderly than would be expected of a seasoned general.

"I could not think of a more desirable company but that of a delightful lady with flowers nearly as graceful as her." After those smooth words, he gently kissed the back of your hand, only reddening the blush on your cheeks.

You were dancing with a prince completely immersed in your beauty and all it took was a bunch of wildflowers.

[fangirlovestuff]

Smile - Thor Odinson x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this is for this lovely request by @cotton-candy-clouds-26​ , thank you!! i just couldn’t bring myself to write Steve cheating, i love him and i just don’t think he’d do that, but i hope it’s okay. enjoy!<3

Summary: you and Steve break up and it’s rough, but luckily there’s someone out there that helps you get over it. you could say he’s worthy of your affections (i had to hehe)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Some curse words and a little angst

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"Steve?" you called out, "you ready to go?"

"Just a couple seconds!" he replied, and you sat down on the couch, scrolling on your phone while you waited for him.

It was your six months anniversary, and you were getting ready to go to dinner with Steve. He's been acting a little weird the past few days, and it was starting to raise your suspicion.

Maybe he's getting me a surprise, you tried to shrug your worry off. You knew Steve wasn't that good at keeping secrets, especially from you, and you'd try and get it out of him tonight.

"Ready t-" you began to ask, but stopped once you saw he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "Stevie, you know I love your t-shirts," you said, appreciatively eying the bulge on his muscles revealed by the sort, tight sleeves, "but I was under the impression we're going to a fancy restaurant tonight. You know, the kind that won't appreciate anyone, including Captain America, coming in a t-shirt and jeans," you smirked.

"I'm not going," he sighed, sitting down next to you.

"You're not goi- is everything alright? Are you feeling unwell? I mean, I didn't even know you could get ill, but-"

"I'm not sick," he shook his head, "I just… I thought I could give you this one nice night, but I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? Steve, what's going on? Are they calling you on a mission or something?"

"No, no mission. Not today anyway." He took a deep breath before he continued. "I think we should break up."

Your mouth agape, it took you a couple of seconds to register what he just said. You closed your mouth and swallowed. "What?" you asked, your voice nearly a whisper.

"I'm sorry," he said, averting his eyes to the floor, "I just… I don't think I feel the same way about you anymore, and I don't wanna hold you back or anything. I thought the right thing to do was to treat you to a nice dinner before I…" he trailed off, his eyes fixed ahead of him, away from you, "Anyways, I couldn't do it. I didn't want to lie to you, or lead you on. You deserve better than that," his gaze finally turned to you, waiting for your response.

You didn't know what to say. You knew he was acting weird, but you'd have never seen this coming. "So this is it?" you asked disbelievingly. "This is how we end?"

"Look, I'm so-"

"Sorry, yeah, I know." You took a deep breath, willing your tears away. "I think I'll just go home," you got up, getting your stuff.

"Wait, I didn't cancel the reservation. If you wanna go yourself you— can," he called after you, the last word after you'd slammed the door behind you.

Outside of Steve's room, you let out a shuddering breath. He was living in the Avengers compound, so you had to keep yourself together until you got out of here, in case any of them saw you. You started getting outside, but your distracted state of mind probably led you to take a wrong turn in one of the corridors, because now you had no idea where you are.

"Shit," you mumbled under your breath before turning to look around you. You heard what you thought was the noise of a TV from behind one of the doors, and you knocked on it tentatively. You heard some shuffling and then the door opened to reveal none other than Thor. You know, God of Thunder Thor. God of Thunder Thor that was standing in front of you right now, waiting for you to say something because you were the one that knocked on his door.

You willed your brain to go back to functioning. "Um, hi," you said hesitantly, "I was just… I was on my way out of the compound and I got lost. Could you, um, point me in the right direction?"

"Of course," his voice was deep, you could almost feel it rumbling around you when he spoke. "Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, just the exit," you shrugged.

"Alright. I apologized, I just assumed, from the way you're dressed…"

"No, it's alright. I was supposed to go to this fancy restaurant for dinner, but then… anyways, I wouldn't want to go alone," you sighed.

"Well, in that case, would you like me to accompany you? I wouldn't mind dining with a lovely lady such as yourself," he smiled.

"Oh," you blinked in surprise. You weren't really planning on it, but you were actually kinda hungry. And hey, eating in a fancy restaurant with Thor does sound a little nicer than eating at home and wallowing in self-pity. The wallowing could wait. "I mean, if you'd like to," you smiled back at him, "but you'd have to put on a suit, something fancy."

"Oh, I'm sure I have one of those," he said, leaving the door open and heading back inside. "Come in," he said, loud enough for you to hear it. You guessed he headed into the bathroom to change, since when you got in all you saw was the room itself. It was simple, not a lot of personal touches. Makes sense since he's probably not here most of the time, but in Asgard, which would also explain why you hadn't met him yet.

"How's that?" he asked, getting out of the bathroom. The suit was slightly tight on his tall, broad frame, but it was more than okay with you.

"Perfect," you smiled, "we'll blend right in."

You drove the two of you to the restaurant, spending the time making small talk about 'Midgard habits', as Thor called them, or, as you called them, social norms.

When you got there, the hostess smiled at you and asked for the name of your reservation. By that point you had nearly forgotten it, but your shoulders sagged as you mumbled "Steve Rogers."

"I'll let you right in," she smiled and led you to your table.

"Wait, so Steve was going to come with you?" Thor asked once you got to the table. "Are you his girlfriend I've heard so much about from Tony?"

"I'm… not his girlfriend anymore," you said, averting your eyes to the table, playing with the napkin.

"Oh."

"He broke up with me today," you said, your voice breaking before you could get your emotions under control.

"My apologies," he offered, and put his hand over yours, "I know how unpleasant it is to be… broken up with."

"Yeah? Who'd ever dump Thor?" you chuckled, raising your gaze to meet him.

"Quite a few people over the years," he smiled, lighthearted.

"Well, I'm sorry," you squeezed his hand in yours.

When you were waiting for the main course, you had an idea. "Hey, you can't get drunk, right?"

"Not on your Midgardian version of booze, no. Why?"

"Perfect. Hey!" you signaled for a waitress to come over, ignoring Thor's questioning look, "Can we get a bottle of the most alcoholic wine you got here?" you smiled.

If the waitress thought the request was weird, she didn't show it. She just told you how much it costs, which nearly made you give it up but you really needed this tonight.

When you were done ordering it and the waitress went to bring it, you turned to Thor. "I know we just met each other, and this probably isn't the best first impression, but please can you just call me a cab at the end of dinner? Because I'm kinda planning to get drunk."

He chuckled, again making you experience the illusion that you could feel the sound between you. "Of course. If that would help."

"That would help a ton, thank you," you grinned at him, just as the waitress came back with your wine and the first course.

A whole bottle of wine consumed exclusively by you and a few dishes later, you knew it was time to go home. You paid the bill, trying not to freak out at how expansive it was. Thor wanted to pay too, but you assured him that it was fine, and it was you that dragged him out here anyway.

While you were standing outside waiting for a cab you could hail, you shivered a little in the cold.

Steve always gave you his jacket when you got cold.

Maybe it was the drinks, the late hour or just plain old breakup sadness, you felt tears come to your eyes, unable to stop them from flowing out.

You started sniffling and Thor noticed, his head immediately turning to look at you. "What's wrong?"

"He left me, Thor," you cried, "I thought everything was fine and he dumped me. And he was nice about it, so I can't even be mad and blame him, and that just means that," you barely contained your sobs, "it means I'm not enough. Everyone leaves me because I'm never enough." You buried your face in his bicep, too wound up in your misery to even notice how nice it was.

"Now, now," his other hand lifted to stroke your hair. It was a little awkward, but in your inebriated state you couldn't care less. "You're more than enough. I met you today and even I know you're wonderful."

You lifted your head to meet his eyes. Sniffling once again, you tried to stop crying. "Thank you," you said once you felt you gained enough composure. "I'm sorry I sprung all of this on you. I'll get a cab, go sleep it off," you said, awkwardness now prominent. God, you just made a fool of yourself in front of… a god. A literal god. Fuck.

"Where do you live?" he asked, seemingly unbothered. You gave him your address. "Well, I believe it's not that far. Do you need to wait for a cab or can you walk home?"

"I mean, I could walk, it's just that New York City at night isn't the safest place for a girl to walk alone," you smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, yes," he frowned, "I suppose you're correct. I could walk you home, if you'd like?"

You looked around. No cabs in sight. "Actually, yeah. That'd be cool."

The chilly night air sobered you up a bit. Once you got to your building, you bid Thor goodbye, thanking him again, before going up to your apartment and stumbling tiredly onto your bed, where you fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, you woke up still wearing yesterday's dress and with a slight headache, groaning as you got yourself out of bed to shower, change and drink some water, get an aspirin.

Once you had done all that, you checked your phone for any messages. You weren't supposed to come into work today, so you weren't expecting anything, but just to make sure. Surprisingly enough, there was a text from a number you hadn't recognized.

It said it was Thor and he asked how are you, but there was no way that was true, right? I mean, you didn't think Thor even had a phone, let alone your number. On the other hand, you couldn't think of anyone else who'd know enough to text you that.

Skeptical, you texted back that you were fine, not too far from the truth but still kind of far, and were planning to spend the day watching movies and eating ice cream, which was the truth.

How'd you get my number? You texted again before he could answer.

Jarvis had it, he texted back. He's quite useful. I do wonder why he won't leave his room.

You laughed. Either this was actually Thor, or it was someone really, really good. Before you could think up a reply, you saw the three little dots signifying he was typing again.

Would you perhaps want some company while you watch these movies?

You gasped out loud even though there was no one there to hear it. Was Thor really asking to come over and watch movies? With you? It was hard to believe. Maybe it is someone else after all.

You texted him he should come over if he wanted to. Thor knew your address, if it was really him, he'd come over. If it was some crazy stalker, you just wouldn't let him in and continue in your plans of bawling in front of some sappy movies. If it was actually Thor… well, you'd have to cry in front of him, you guess.

You already started on your ice cream and started The Notebook, figuring it was a good way to start your wallowing fest, and you were starting to get really into it when you heard a knock on the door. You moved as quietly as you could towards the door, looking through the peephole. To your momentary relief, it was Thor and not some stalker. Why momentary? Because holy fucking shit Thor was standing at your day and you were in your pajamas.

"Just a sec!" you called out. You figured you didn't have time to change, but you at least tried to get your hair in some sort of order before you opened the door, hiding your PJs clad body with it.

"Hi," you smiled bashfully once you closed the door behind him.

"Hello," he said, smiling. "Ah, I see you've already started. What movie is that?"

"Well, it's called The Notebook. Do you know it?"

He replied that no, he didn't, and you explained the plot briefly to him as you sat down, wrapping yourself back up in a fuzzy blanket before taking your ice cream back.

"Oh, where are my manners, would you like some?" you gestured the ice cream towards him.

"Yes, sure!" he nodded, and you were glad he at least knew what ice cream was. If someone hadn't bothered to introduce him that would just be cruel.

You went to get the ice cream, the blanket dragging behind you like a cape, and you returned with another tub of ice cream and a spoon, bringing them to him before sitting back down and starting the movie.

You two didn't speak much throughout the movie. When it got to the really sad parts you started crying silently, but by the ending you were just fully sobbing, and, as it seemed, so was he.

"That was so… sad," he said, "is this the entertainment Midgardians always enjoy?"

"Not always," you said, stopping to blow your nose, "we have happy things too. It's just, I got dumped last night, so I'd like the chance to cry a little, you know?"

"That's fair. And it was very beautiful. They loved each other."

"They did," you said, your eyes filling with tears again.

"What's next?"

You watched some more sad movies, and then introduced Thor to the wonderful world of takeout food while you changed to some rom com, a little more cheerful. He laughed the whole way through, and the movie wasn't even that funny, but you giggled along as well, unable not to join his roaring laughter.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch in the evening, exhausted, mostly emotionally. The next morning when you woke up he was gone, but he did text you that if you needed anything you could tell him.

Over time, you and Thor started hanging out some more. Mostly at your place or outside, since you really didn't want to risk running into Steve.

It took you time, getting over Steve. Time and tears.  And really, Thor being there helped. A lot. He was a rock, a shoulder to cry on.

A broad, muscular shoulder to ugly cry on.

At first, the thought of starting something with Thor didn't even cross your mind. Sure, he was sweet, but it was platonic, and you were busy getting over your breakup anyway.

But then, you realized it became something… more. To you at least. Because despite the tears, he didn't leave. Never wanted to.

Long story short, when Thor invited you to go to dinner one night, a few months after you met each other, you tried really hard not to think of it as a date. A friend-date, if anything.

"How's it going?" you asked, sitting down in front of him in the small diner.

"Good," he smiled at you, "You?"

"Great," you smiled back.

"So, I have some news," he started, continued once you gave him an encouraging nod, "I have to go back to Asgard in a week or two."

"Oh," you said. It made sense, Thor being on earth as long as he already has been should've raised your curiosity, but you didn't really want to think about it until this moment. "I guess you're happy to go home."

"I am," he hummed, "But… there was something I wanted to ask you before I leave. And be honest. Would you like… well, would you give me the opportunity to court you?"

You sat in stunned silence for a few moments. "Like, you're asking me to date you?" you said incredulously.

"I am," he chuckled nervously, "But you don't have to- I know you might not want to because of Steve and-"

"I haven't thought of Steve for a really long time," you cut him off with a smile, "mostly thanks to you. You make me really happy, and I would love to let you court me," you giggled.

"Really?" he asked, awestruck.

"Really," you smiled, leaning across the table, intending to press a kiss to his cheek. At the last moment he turned, making you plant your lips on his in a soft kiss.

You pulled away smiling, and so was he. He took your hand in his from across the table, and you continued to eat your food like you two usually do. Well, almost. Now there were timid exchanges of looks, gently hand squeezes.

And a breathtaking goodnight kiss.

But it was so natural, so normal, you couldn't bring yourself to admit the absurdity of him being a literal god and you being… just a human.

You spent the week he had left together, making the best of it.

In the future, you'd visit his home, he'd visit yours. And he'll always make sure to remind you you're not just a human, you are, in fact, his favorite one.

It never failed to make you smile.

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this was my first time writing for thor, i hope i did him justice:))

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[that-yandere-life]

When requests are open!! Jealous peter/thor hc's? Maybe nsfw too if you're up to it :)) your probably my far my favorite yandere/marvel author on this platform, and I'm always looking forward to what you post!!

[Warning: Mentions of Violence, Murders, Slight NSFW in places, dark but sweet.]

Peter Parker-

Peter is a sweet boy so if he is jealous he won’t lash out, he will just get pouty and sad wanting your attention.

Please give him your undivided attention, he loves you more than anyone else in the world.

That’s not to say that the person hitting on you or flirting with you would be safe that night when you went to sleep.

Several unsolved murders might just stack up in the city, with none of them seeming connected in anyway.

Making sure that none of the evidence would lead them back to you, not wanting you involved.

Or for you to find out what he had been doing to all the people who tried to steal you from him, at least that is his reasoning.

If someone doesn’t get the message that you are taken, he will make sure to be super handsy with you, touching you lovingly anywhere you would let him.

Don’t expect to go anywhere without Peter with you, it’s dangerous out there and you need Spider-Man to keep you safe from harm.

More than willing to skip out on patrol to go with you somewhere you needed or wanted to go.

Whenever you felt bad that you were keeping him from his duties he would kiss your forehead reassuringly, letting you know that it was worth it to keep you in one piece.

Don’t get mad at him if he says something rude to the person flirting with you, he just has your best interests at heart.

No one could ever treat you how you deserved like Peter does, and always will.

Even if these little instances don’t phase you because you aren’t interested, he does however take them all too seriously.

One night you came home telling him about how your co-worker hit on you and asked you out.

Of course you explained how you denied them telling them that you had a boyfriend, but the damage was already done.

Feeling self conscious Peter decided that he was going to send a message, one of who you belonged to.

Passionately starting to kiss you and love on you, barely giving you time to take a breath in.

Picking you up and leading you to the bedroom where he will proceed to worship you from top to bottom.

Leaving love marks and bites scattered along your flesh, a sign to the world of how much he loved you.

Once you are happy and sleeping in his arms he will finally relax a little, allowing himself to be content in the knowledge that you are still his.

Reassuring him a lot will help ease his anxieties, after all he has lost most good things in his life, he couldn’t bear losing you too.

Look past his overbearing tendencies, he doesn’t mean to be as intense as he is.

Instead see it as his love language, his way of expressing his feelings towards you… his way of loving you.

Thor Odinson-

Thor is a giant teddy bear most of the time, always showing affection towards you and never anything but.

However should someone try to approach you in a flirtatious manner, he will let loose any of the anger he holds below the surface.

Not only would his facial expression and hulking figure intimidate most anyone away from you, but the shift of his eyes glowing blue added a whole other level of terror.

Should you ask him to let it go he would, at least out loud that is, his mind would shift to planning revenge instead.

People dying from lightning strikes were at an all time high and no one could understand what was happening.

Even you didn’t connect the dots between your loving God, and the rise in horrific deaths due to natural causes.

Someone taking flirting way too far and makes you uncomfortable?

Guess who is getting tortured that night, basically electrocuting them from the inside out with a single touch.

Leaving their charred remains scattered across the ground, pieces breaking off and floating into the air.

The haze clearing, leaving only glimpses of the torture that had been endured there.

Thor is only doing this because he is protecting you, and the love that you share together.

A love he had to fight so hard to win, and he wasn’t used to losing.

So he would instead remove any chance of that happening, you can’t lose if there are no other competitors.

Then there was one guy at your work that would constantly hit on you no matter how often you asked him to stop.

Even having the balls to do so right in front of Thor, which unknowingly sentenced himself to a death sentence.

Showing up at the guys house unannounced of course, bursting in the door with ease, splintering it with his sheer brute strength alone.

Cornering the man before throwing him onto the ground harshly, standing over him at first placing his foot on the man’s chest.

“You thought you could infringe upon my relationship with my beloved? Look’s like you just aren’t worthy, tough man.”

Lifting his giant foot off the figure, replacing it with Mjolnir instead, letting its full weight press down upon his torso.

Slowly after struggling there was nothing the man could do but gasp for air, unable to take in any oxygen as the hammer’s weight compressed his lungs down as he exhaled.

Watching on in fascination as the perpetrator took his last fleeting breaths, eyes closing shut after a few more moments.

Taking his trusted weapon off the body he shook his head before leaving as quickly as he came.

Making it home to your sleeping form, in his bed waiting for him to join you.

Removing his clothing he slipped in next to you, chuckling as you instinctively curled into the warmth of his skin.

Reveling in how lucky he was to truly have you, and that he was in a position to keep you with him.

No one could ever step in the way of the love you both shared, he would bet his own life on it.

[Thank you so much for the idea, and for your kind words darling! I truly appreciate you and I hope this was what you were wanting!

[locke-writes]

Hi! Congrats on 1.8k! Can I request one of the Fandom Life, please, for Marvel? My pronouns are He/Him. I have no gender preference. I experience a great depth of feelings, but as an introvert, I largely process these emotions internally. I enjoy all things D&D & Cthulu. I'm a Ravenclaw. I am loyal to a fault but overly idealistic. When I feel something is threatening me, I will react by assessing information & stringing everything together to eliminate the threat before it gets me by all means.

Can I get Parent for the additional option please?

Fandom Life requests are closed

Sibling: Peter Parker

Best Friend: Scott Lang

Significant Other: Natasha Romanoff

Parent: Thor Odinson

Either he gets into something nerdy and shares it with you or you get into something nerdy and share it with him, that’s how it’s always been. Before he met Ned and before he befriended MJ all your D&D campaigns were just the two of you. Each of you taking turns being a DM that way you each had experience with it. You’re the first person that he turns to he becomes Spider-Man and the only person he really trusts with all his secrets. There’s an endless supply of inside jokes that have come about from growing up together and he’s the easiest person to talk to about your emotions because you know he’s going to understand.

Scott is king of the dorks if we’re being completely honest. He bombards everyone with a genuine kindness that takes some time to get used to. As soon as you do the two of you are fast friends, him being the willing ear you turn to when you need to rant about something nerdy or when you’re just bored and desire some conversation. While he’s not the only one who is insistent on getting you to open up emotionally to him when he can tell you’re holding back he is the one who will bother you non-stop about it through humor and just about any way he can. The two of you are often put together in teams because the two of you get along so well and Scott complains that no one else laughs at his jokes.

You and Nat were often partnered together on missions which is really what led to your dating. Always being together meant learning about one another, from the simple things like favorite colors to telling one another things you’d long kept secret. Feelings were easy to come by for the both of you and Nat has a heavy amount of admiration for you which she doesn’t hesitate to make it known to you. Analyzing your threats and figuring out ways to eliminate them, something she deeply loves, among many other things. She finally feels safe when she’s with you and this is the rare time when she’ll let her guard down.

Thor has learned from when you were young that you’re not one to open up about your emotions. He encourages it but will never pressure you, making it known that he’ll be there whenever you’d like to speak. Growing up he always made certain you understood what it meant to be a future leader of Asgard yet never pressuring you into accepting that role. You may be meant to inherit the throne technically yet he still sees an opportunity for you to turn away the throne if you wish. Neither of you have ever really attempted for you to control Mjolinor although he’s certain that if you called the hammer you would be found worthy. Thor’s always been protective of you although as you’ve grown he’s finally begun to accept that you’re able to protect yourself (still he’s going to worry and more often than not he’s going to step in to make sure you’re not hurt).

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"I'm tired of pretending!" For Thorki please!

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Thor stepped out of his hiding place in the shadows of the hangar bay. "I wondered if you were going to leave without telling me."

Loki jerked at the sound of his voice, badly startled, and his stance went into the old defensive posture that Thor knew so well, but the one thing he did not look was guilty. "It would have been easier," he said, and tightened his grip on the strap of the bag slung over his shoulder. "Everyone's used to me leaving. They all expect me to go off on my own at a moment's notice, and not mention it to anyone."

"And not come back."

The newly-crowned king of Asgard threw the accusation into the air between them like a challenge. But if Loki took it as such, he did not rise to the bait. He simply looked at his brother with the shuttered expression that hid so much. "Yes."

"Without even so much as a goodbye?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

"Because I'm tired of pretending!" Loki snapped. "I'm tired of being something I'm not, especially to these people. And to you. Not an Odinson, not a prince of Asgard, never worthy of praise or remark..." He cut Thor off when he would have protested. "Of not being your brother."

"You are my brother," Thor replied, closing the space between them from several feet to a few inches. "You have always been my brother." He reached for Loki and drew him close, and kissed him, trying to pour every ounce of emotion and love into the caress.

Gently, inexorably, Loki pushed him away. "Not always," he said, biting off the words like bad-tasting rations. "Not in your bed."

Thor felt something cold overtake him.

"I don't regret any of that. None of it. It's one of the few things we still have that never felt tainted by everything I've done." Loki's entire being radiated tension and anguish, even Thor could see that, but his voice was calm. "But you can't have one without the other. I can't be your lover and not be your brother. You understood that, once."

"So you're just... leaving?"

"Yes." Loki tossed his bag into the Statesman's small scout craft. "Until you figure out what the fuck you want from me. When that happens, brother, come find me."

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Be My Only Love || legendssoldierscientists

Thor didn’t know where he could find Tony. He’d been gone for almosta month to check on the New Asgard and the civilians therein. After speaking with Valkyrie and moving around to check if he was needed for any repairs, he’d headed back to Tony with some gifts. “Anthony?” he asked as he made his way around the tower.  @legendssoldierscientists

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Thor was quiet as he stood, a glass of brandy in one hand as he watched the sky. He hoped his brother was among those who could enter Valhalla, hoped he was reunited with their mother. He mourned those they had lost, missed seeing the smile curve Natasha’s lips, and he missed Tony’s sass. Lifting his hand, he put the glass to his lips, taking a long sip as he sighed. 

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@redemptivexheroics​ liked for a starter with Thor

“I am not doing the whole God thing at the moment.” Thor spoke as he tried to avoid the eyes of the other. He got a little out of shape, his hair and beard longer than ever. He looked terrible. “Why are you even here anyway? Trying to convince me to come back? Nah, I’m fine here. Never been better.”