#It's like he's trying to playfully and gently check in on Sif

[naswoop]

I keep playing around in Start Again and I have been Rewarded with ~fun~ dialogue

[gammacousin]

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“But moooom!”

“Go to your room! Now!”

Natasha cringes, eyes down while she breathes and observes, grateful to be the fun aunt that doesn’t need to do the disciplining when Agmundr storms off in a full blown rage.

Jane tries to breathe, scooping Agatha up to her lap and eyes Natasha.

Romanoff smiles and tries to rub Agatha’s back, “Are you okay Sweetie?”

“No! He’s always mean to me. Yesterday, he- he- turned himself into a snake and he knows that I love snakes so I wanted to pick it up and admire it and then- he-he- turned back into himself and he went ‘blah it’s me,’ and he electrocuted me!”

Jane reaches to hold her head with her free hand, eyeing Natasha with a pleading stare for help.

The redhead bites both of her lips, genuinely concerned until Thor pushes through the curtain, ready to drop his large full glass of Asgardian beer;

“My son did WHAT?!? Where is he?!”

“Thor,’ Jane scrambles a bit to stand, aiding Agatha back onto her feet, ‘It’s not a big deal- he’s just pushing his limits, using his powers.”

“You don’t understand, Jane,’ Thor shakes his head, ‘He is taking the same steps as Loki. Quite literally! He cannot be trusted.”

“He’s your son-.”

“Where is he? I must speak with him-.”

“Thor!”

“Gently! I will refrain from yelling! Lady Natasha? Finish my game,’ he hands her the controller, ‘Top three! Beat those morons in my den. They are my friends but...also morons- AGMUNDR! We must talk!”

Natasha’s eyes widen, tapping the game controller with her nails and eyeing a stressed out Jane, “Sorry.”

She holds her head with a laugh, “I just want a glass of wine-.”

“Oh honey, I’m on it. I got you.”

Valkyrie is a bit more frantic and off balance when she enters the palace, lowering her head to search while Sif nudges her to the side and waves with a smile;

“Hi Jane, we’re looking for Thor?...where is he?”

Jane points upward beyond exasperated, “He’s with Agmundr. Agatha just got electrocuted.”

Valkyrie hisses, “Dannnggg! He’s a monster-.”

Bruce saves Valkyrie with a grin, checking for Thor. He cuts in before Jane can official snap, “Valkyrie, hey. What are you doing here?”

She stands straighter and enters, “Ooh! Is it game night?! Need to swap out for a round?! Got room for one more?”

“Yeah! Obviously.”

“No?! I’m swapping out for Thor,’ Natasha widens her orbs and points to herself, nudging her way through, ‘Excuse me. I need to go beat the crap out of all of you!”

Valkyrie waves a hand dramatically and hurries to follow the couple back into the den area, “Nat’s playing a game?!? Whaaaat?! I need to watch this!”

Korg lifts a hand in his own wave when Natasha heads into the den, “Hi wife of my green friend.”

“Hi Korg,” she smiles and positions herself in the middle, focused, zeroed in, ‘What’s Valkyrie’s highest score?”

“6,000,” the warrior boasts proudly.

“The pro, right here,” Bruce mumbles. Valkyrie boasts proudly, clapping a high-five with Banner.

Natasha reaches to take a swig of Korg’s beer and mutters under her breath, “So I need a 6,001. I can do that...What am I doing? What button does what-never mind- my gosh this is so stupid…”

Alex looks up under the nearby table, whining with a subtle thumping tail wag for his mother.

“Go, go, go,” Valkyrie is jumping on the sidelines, watching the screen Thor has managed to connect and make work.

Natasha is focused, nudging the boys with her elbows when she tries to maneuver herself, pummeling her buttons as if they’re some sort of tangible weapon.

“What are the stakes, boys?”

“Ooh! I’ll put in this coin I found from earth once,” Korg offers.

“That’s a bet, not stakes,’ Natasha laughs, gentle with her response, ‘Honesty? If you found it on earth it’s worth nothing here.”

Bruce suddenly gets competitive, nudging her back in his own focus, “Wrong way Nat-.”

“Shut up.”

“You shush! I’m trying to help you-.”

“You’re the one dying over there.”

“Ha! Now you’re dying.”

“Mm. Not really. Need a little backup from Hulk?,” she scolds playfully.

“Ouch! Watch the trash talk.”

“Maybe if you were a little greener?”

“That was uncalled for-.”

Valkyrie coaxes her fellow warrior from the side. She’s so invested, shouting to ensure Natasha hears her, “On your left. Shoot him up!”

Korg drops his controlling, “Well that wasn’t-...you left me…I’m not sure I like you, wife of my green friend. Quite mean. I feel so hurt.”

“I got you, buddy. It’s a team game Tasha. Just FYI,” Bruce offers with a laugh.

Natasha snickers, “Yeah sorry, I have a score to beat here. What’s yours Bruce?”

“Don’t worry about it-.”

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[dolce-peach]

Hey, i hope you are doing great (i'm writing anon because i'm shy) can you please write a story where the reader and thor are best friends and he confesses his love to her. Thank you♡

thunder and rain

pairing: thor odinson x reader

warnings: nothing i think...maybe fluff?

a/n: aww this is literally so pure 🥺 also don’t worry about it, anon, i’m shy myself esp irl 😭😭  hope you like it!

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You had a careful eye on the group of ruffians you were observing from afar.  One false move, and a lot of people could get hurt.

Though you were the type to be patient and thorough, you couldn’t help but feel frustrated sometimes.  It wasn’t a question of strength, but rather the methods Odin commanded you use when scouting behind enemy lines.  If you were caught, you’d have to silently pay the price, giving Asgard the loyalty it deserved.

Why sit around and wait when you could lead with the element of surprise?  You were inwardly screaming at yourself to make a move, but when Thor placed his hand on your shoulder, you relaxed.

“Patience,” he said.  “They’ll come around.”

You raised an eyebrow.  “You’ve grown up.”

“Give or take another thousand years, maybe I’ll be as wise as you,” he chuckled.

“That would be a miracle,” you teased.  “But seriously, how much longer are we going to have to wait?”

“Our task is to observe,” he reminded you.  “We can’t just waltz over there and casually capture everyone.”

“I’d like to think we could,” you said, bored out of your mind.  “And if Odin doesn’t like it, I’ll take the blame.”

Thor chuckled as he tossed Mjolnir into the air.  “I wouldn’t ever let you take the blame.  You know that.”

You hid your smile as you looked away, your cheeks feeling warm.  

He always knew how to do that.  No matter what kind of mood you were in, he always managed to make you smile.

“We should follow orders,” he said.  “That way no one gets hurt.”

“Now you’re speaking logically,” you teased.  “I hate it when you speak logically.”

“But no one gets hurt.”

“Good point.”

He chuckled.  “You’re really trying to sell this, aren’t you?”

“Sell what?” you asked while making a point to bat your eyelashes.

“You know, if we weren’t on a mission right now, I’d --”

“Thor, they’re packing up and moving South.  I think they spotted Volstagg while patrolling the perimeter,” Sif reported as she came over.  Seeing you and Thor, she furrowed her brow.  “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Yes,” Thor began.

You shook your head.  “Not at all.”  You unsheathed your sword.  “So, what shall it be, God of Thunder?  Let the ruffians escape, or make them pay for the lives they’ve taken?”

Thor sighed.  “Always taking charge,” he muttered.  He stood, holding Mjolnir in his grasp.  “We’ll capture them, then take them back for questioning.”

You felt adrenaline rush through your body.  You could feel yourself begin to call on strong, dark stormclouds, ready to release heavy rains powerful enough to flood a planet.  You were careful to control it, always afraid it would overtake you.

“Understood.”

--

Odin sat on his throne looking somewhat satisfied.  

“Guards, please escort this group to the dungeons,” he instructed.

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

He slowly made his way down the steps to you, Thor, and the others.  He pursed his lips into a half smile, his one eye glinting.

“I’m glad you didn’t use force until it was necessary.  They’re a vital piece in bringing down the outliers of the realms,” he said.

“King Odin, that was Thor’s idea,” you said.  

The king pat Thor’s shoulder.  “Son.”

“Father.”

“Well done,” he said.  “In the meantime, get some rest.  It’ll be a while before more begin to show their positions.”

As you walked away, you glanced at Thor, who kept himself from grinning too widely.  You elbowed him playfully.  

“Nice one,” you said.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said.  “Your powers are growing.”

You shrugged.  “It comes and goes.”  You frowned.  “Anyway, what were you going to tell me earlier?”

Thor blushed at the memory.  “Oh...you know...”

You frowned.  “No, I don’t, Thor.”

“Have dinner with me and my family later?” he suggested.  “It’ll be relaxing and fun...”

You raised an eyebrow, not buying his excuse for one second, but you decided to go along with it anyway.  “Fine.”

His smile was bright.  “I’ll see you later then.”

--

You shifted in your ivory and gold dress, taking a generous gulp of wine.  

Dresses were never your thing.  They were impractical and unyielding and, sometimes, uncomfortable, depending on whether or not you were forced into a corset.  Thankfully, you weren’t at the moment.

“You look absolutely lovely, dear,” Frigga said with a warm smile.  

You bowed your head.  “Thank you, my Queen.”

“Please,” she insisted.  “You’re like family.  Just Mother or Frigga is fine.”

Across the table, Loki rolled his eyes, and you sent him a glare.

“Please, Loki, enough of your antics for once,” Thor groaned.

Loki held his hands up in defeat.  “I didn’t say anything!”

Odin laughed as he shook his head.  “My sons, is this any way to act in front of a lady?” he chuckled.  “No wonder neither of you have found suitable partners yet.”

You choked on your wine.  

Thor laughed along nervously.  “Yes, well, we’re not really looking at the moment, are we, Father?”

You had to admit part of you was crushed.  You always knew that Thor would eventually marry a noblewoman and try to retire from the battlefield to keep the family name going, but you never thought it would come so soon.  

You weren’t ready to let go of your best friend.

“I suppose not,” Odin said.  “Anyhow, I shall retire.  Well done, again, to both of you.”

You and Thor stood and nodded as Odin and Frigga exited the room.

“I suppose I’ll be leaving too,” Loki said.  He shot his brother a wink before exiting.

You made your way to the window, watching the moon begin to rise in the sky.  You couldn’t help but sigh.

Thor laughed.  “What?”

“I go through a lot of things for you, but being in this dress crosses the line.”

“Come now,” he said, walking over to take your hand.  “You look beautiful.”

You looked away with embarrassment.  “You really think so?”

“Of course,” he said.  

You laughed.  “Thanks.”

When he gently squeezed your hands with his callused fingers, you looked into his blue eyes.  

“What is it?” you asked.

“What I wanted to say earlier,” he said abnormally softly.  “Was that if we weren’t on that mission, I’d kiss you then and there.”

Your heart was swelling in your chest.  Did you hear that right?

“I love you.  I always have,” he explained.  “But it wasn’t until recently that I realized I can’t live without you.  You’re a strong warrior, my best friend, and a compassionate being.”

“That’s more compliments than I’m used to,” you couldn’t help but laugh.

“So,” he sighed.  “Will you have me?”

You blinked.  “To...to marry?”

Thor was flushed with color.  “Well...eventually, yes...but if that’s too much...I don’t know...”

You answered by laying a gentle kiss on his lips.  “It’s not too much,” you laughed.  “I love you.”

The God of Thunder grinned, making butterflies surface as he leaned down to kiss you again.

And you could’ve sworn the moon shone a little brighter.

[imagine-loki]

Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 76/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody

RATING: T (again after last chapter)

NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

Loki vanished the inhalers to one of his dimensional pocket. He was glad to have extras and didn’t comment about having them or where he had gotten the first one.  Nat gave him a knowing smile while you napped in his lap.  The team wandered in and out of the common room, checking on you, glad their little ball of sunshine was home. Loki ended up falling asleep as well, his head resting on yours.

“Oi, kids, naptime’s over. Dinner’s ready,” Stark called to wake you.  You and Loki both stirred.  At least you woke without growling at Stark, unlike Loki.  Loki did not wake up well.  He was usually stabby and homicidal when woken.  You saw Stark roll his eyes after you’d opened yours.  “Fine, if you don’t want dinner, you don’t have to get up, Horny, but Tinkerbell needs to eat something,” he grumbled right back at Loki.  Nat’s head swung over to him at the word ‘horny’ though you were too groggy still to really notice.  Stark took your hand and helped you off of the couch to drag you to dinner while Loki glared.  He rose a moment later to eat. 

“Stark, you’re supposed to play nice with Loki,” you reminded Tony sleepily as he herded you to dinner.

Tony laughed.  “But teasing him is so much fun. He’s such an easy target,” he whined, sounding more like a child than the grownup he pretended to be.  

Loki sighed and decided to ignore Stark completely.  He tried to pull you away from Tony.  You let him and hugged your Loki, urging him to ignore Stark.  

Dinner was served and you couldn’t help the mischievous look in your eyes at an idea that crossed your mind.  Thor was telling everyone about your trip to Asgard while you were eating.  Loki raised an eyebrow when he caught your look.  You grinned at him and pulled your phone out of your pocket.  Right when Thor was telling the team about the dancing, you made a few gestures on your phone and suddenly the video of Loki and Bucky dancing was displayed on one of the walls for everyone to see. You giggled at Bucky’s glare while everyone else started laughing at the sight.  

Though Bucky looked horrified and embarrassed beyond belief. “I knew agreeing to that would bite me on the ass,” he growled embarrassed.  That just made the group laugh harder.

After that video, you played the one of Loki and Thor dancing.  Neither Loki nor Thor was embarrassed by that video.  Two men dancing together, even brothers, was not embarrassing on Asgard.  That didn’t stop the others from roaring in laughter. 

“You dance well, boyfriend,” Nat commented to Loki while she watched the video.  

“It was my mother’s idea for Thor and me to learn,” Loki admitted, a fond smile on his face as he remembered his first lesson with his precious mama.  “I actually rather enjoyed it. Thor not so much,” he added, teasing his brother as per usual.  

“I very much did not wish to learn, but it was required for the princes to know how,” Thor grumbled, but he also had a look of fond reminiscence on his face. “I think we were both grateful for the lessons years later when we learned that the ladies of Asgard have no interest in men who can’t dance,” he added, booming his laughter.  “Even Lady Sif can be charmed by a man who can dance well,” he looked to Loki “And you had the noble ladies wrapped around your finger,” he teased, which wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to do in front of Loki’s current girlfriend.  

Loki growled a warning to Thor, glaring at him.  “Most only cared to get your attention, brother,”

Thor laughed harder.  “That is hardly true, brother,” he replied with mirth, despite how the conversation made Loki uncomfortable. 

“If that wasn’t what they were after, they cared about my position as prince,” he snarled, trying desperately to defend himself and get Thor off of that subject. 

Thor shrugged.  “You were a ladies’ man, there’s no use denying it now. And some of them were worth your time, or else you wouldn’t have courted Lady Delia for a century,” he teased.

Loki summoned a dagger. “That’s enough, Thor,” he growled while Thor just stared at him confused as to why Loki wouldn’t want to boast about his former experiences.  “None of them hold a candle to Y/N. We do not need to reminisce on my past right now,”

“Doofus, maybe your brother doesn’t want to discuss his exes in front of his girlfriend,” Clint jumped in to help, to make Thor shut up before Loki stabbed him.  Or worse.  Thor didn’t understand, as he thought showing off one’s conquests was enticing. But then again, he was an oaf.  

Nat had been playing on her phone the entire meal, but looked over to you and Loki “Boyfriend, I’m taking your girl out in the morning. Without you,” she informed him, not unkindly, but with a tone that she wasn’t budging. Apparently you weren’t being consulted on this either. 

Loki sighed.  “Why must everyone steal my kitten from me?” he whined playfully. He liked Nat and wouldn’t deny her the outing with you.  He’d also trust that Nat would be able to protect you, though you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself.  

“It’s for her own good,” Nat replied, glad Loki wasn’t protesting or whining about your protection. Loki was smart enough not to whine and get himself beaten into a pulp. Which is what would happen if he went against Nat. 

Nat, however, decided to tease him for fun.  “If you’re good and don’t complain too much that I’m stealing your girl, we’ll bring you home ice cream, noodle,” she teased him with a smirk.  Loki gave her a mock glare at the nickname and wisely decided not to respond.  

“Good thing he likes you, Natal'ka, anyone else would have gotten stabbed for calling him ‘noodle’,” Bucky said warmly.  A little too warmly for claiming to not have feelings for Nat.  Loki smirked over at Bucky knowingly.  You both knew he was hiding feelings for Nat that he just didn’t want to admit.  Bucky spared Loki a glance before he turned to Nat and started up a conversation with her in Russian.

You got up at the end of dinner to help with the dishes until Clint bopped you on the head lightly, making you mew softly.  “Stop that.  You’re supposed to be resting,” he told you firmly and took the dishes from your hands.

“I’m not preserum Steve,” you protested grumpily.  

Loki was listening to Bucky and Nat’s conversation, but turned his attention to you when you spoke. He came over to your side.  “Come on, little one. You need to rest some more,” he told you gently and tried to lead you away from the kitchen.

“I’m not weak or helpless, Lokes,” you told him softly, hating that everyone was treating you like you were made of glass.

“I’m aware, love. I just worry,” he reminded you gently.  You knew you hadn’t been out of the healing wing long, but you still hated being treated like you were so fragile. 

You sighed and leaned against him.  “I know,” you said softly and reluctantly let him steer you away from the kitchen, past the dining room into the common room.  “I’m surprised you’re trusting me out of the tower without you tomorrow,” you teased.  He’d barely left your side since his mother handed you that apple.  

“I trust Lady Natasha to keep you safe, but keep your staff with you. It will help me find you if you need me to,” Loki told you.  Ah, that was the reason.  He had an emergency locator spell hidden in your staff and therefore the ring that it turned into.  

You nodded.  “Fine, overprotective noodle,” you teased and stood up on your toes to kiss him. 

If you were going to be forced to rest, you could at least enjoy your ‘resting’ activity.

Especially if that activity was your boyfriend.

[porgsforqimir]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Loki x Sigyn oneshot 

part of my AO3 fic entitled Loyalty

username benloslittlesandrat

Since links no longer show up in tags, I figured I would share this then ask that you look me up on AO3 if you’d like to read more ^_^

About this oneshot: Sigyn’s first winter is colder than she thought it would be. Loki introduces his wife to snow.

Some mild smut ( second- third base stuff, nothing more)

Winter had arrived early on Asgard; the first snowflakes had just started to fall outside. Loki didn’t mind the winter weather- he liked to use it as an excuse to stay inside and read. His wife, on the other hand, was a creature of the sunshine. Having grown up on a tropical beach, cold and snow were things to which she was unaccustomed, and this early winter wasn’t something she was handling well. She had spent the last few days curled up in their bed shivering and drinking tea. He wondered what she would think of this first snowfall.

Loki had just settled down with his second book for the evening when he heard a shrill squeak come from the hallway, followed by a thud.  He pulled a knife from his sleeve and ran to the door, pushing it open.

A pile of blankets was squirming around on the floor in front of him. He chuckled as Sigyn’s head popped out from between two of them, blonde curls covering her eyes. Her hands searched for something below the blankets. She pulled out her silver circlet and placed it daintily back on her head, pushing her hair away from her eyes.

“And just what, might I ask, are you doing, my flower?” He asked, putting away his knife as he looked down at her. “I thought you had gone to fetch some tea?”

Sigyn grinned up at her husband as she tried to get back on her feet. She wavered, tripping again on a blanket. Loki caught her before she could fall back to the ground. He kissed her forehead as she leaned against him for balance.

“Well, your mother found me shivering in the hall and gave me these,” Sigyn grinned as she lifted the blankets with a shrug. “She knows how unphased you are by the cold and figured I would probably need some. Unfortunately, I couldn’t carry the kettle and all these blankets, and your mother had been on her way to the kitchens to fetch a kettle for herself when she found me, so…”

Her voice trailed off as Loki bent down and scooped her up, blankets and all. She let out another small, surprised squeak as he carried her back into their bedchamber and set her down gently on the bed. Sigyn readjusted the blankets so that they completely covered her, a makeshift shield against the cold

“Apologies for the lack of tea,” Sigyn said from inside of her blanket cocoon.

“It’s not that I don’t trust your ability to successfully bring tea to our bedchamber, but I had a servant bring up a kettle after the first twenty minutes of your absence, love.”

Sigyn popped her head back out to give Loki a look of mock betrayal as he poured himself another glass from the kettle. She set her circlet down on the small table next to her.

“I don’t understand why you and Mother always insist on making your own kettle. The servants are perfectly capable of boiling water.”

“It’s nothing to do with not trusting the servants,” Sigyn said as she fell back onto the pillows. “It’s just… so relaxing to walk about the kitchen and wait for that whistle to ring out. Besides, I quite enjoy chatting with the kitchen staff.”

Loki grinned as he set his teacup down.  “Why am I not surprised?”

Sigyn was always looking for people to meet. It was almost as if her goal was to know the name of every servant in the palace before the Solstice. He couldn’t understand why she was this way, why she put so much effort into caring about people she barely knew. In his eyes, those people were beneath her, given her rank as the wife of one of Asgard’s princes. No one she should be fussing over, yet she still did. She remembered their names, asked about their children, wished them well on their name days. She was much like Frigga that way; it had certainly made both quite popular throughout the kingdom.

It was also likely the only reason either woman cared for him.

Loki crawled onto the bed next to her. Sigyn, he noticed, had already drifted off into a daydream. He watched her as she stared out the window at the snow, eyes wide. On their balcony, an even layer of snow had landed like a sparkling crystal blanket.  

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered, smiling back at him.

Loki ran his hand gently across her cheek, tucking her hair back to expose her bare neck. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly against her neck. Sigyn hummed, content.

“If you are cold, my love, I will gladly do all in my power to warm you.” He said with a smirk, pulling on the blankets she had wrapped herself in as he pressed his body against hers. Sigyn pulled them away from him, laughing as her cheeks turned pink. He playfully wrestled an arm around her and kissed her cheek before resting his head on her shoulder, following her gaze. They lay in silence, savoring the quiet, delicate moment.

Suddenly, a familiar laugh rang out from the ground below their bedchamber. It didn’t take long for an idea to form in Loki’s mind. He got up and walked over to the open balcony. With a wave of his hand, the three large, golden cauldrons that lined it burst into flames, which cast a warm orange glow over the snow. He motioned for Sigyn to join him.

Sigyn slid out of bed, blankets in tow, and carefully made her way over to the balcony. Realizing that her blankets would get covered in snow if she went out with all of them, she tightly wrapped one around her arms, and left the others in a pile by the bed. She cautiously took her first step into the snow by placing her foot in one of Loki’s footprints. She gasped at the cold and drew her foot back.

“How are you not frozen?”

Loki pressed a finger to his lips, then shrugged in response to her question. He pointed at her feet, and she suddenly felt a warmth flow over them, protecting them from the cold snow.

“Thanks,” She whispered as she followed Loki’s footprints over to the railing of their balcony, not wanting to disturb any more of the untouched snow. He placed an arm around her as she leaned on the railing and stared out at the distant sea.

“When I was younger, “He whispered, “I used to hide in Mother’s garden when it snowed and wait for Thor to come looking for me.”

Loki pointed at the garden below them. Sigyn looked down and noticed Thor and the Lady Sif stumbling along the path, deep in a conversation that was obviously being fueled by an excess of ale. Loki leaned closer to her and continued his story.

“You see, rather than explain her magic, Mother told him stories of faeries that protected her plants in the winter. She had told him that mainly to protect her flowers from his boots, since he often chose to run through the garden in the winter. It also had the potential to be the great basis of a prank.”

Sigyn rolled her eyes and turned to look at him.

“Just what did you do to your poor brother this time?” She asked with a giggle.  

“Well, when he would finally come looking for me, I would pack the snow into balls and throw them at him, then vanish before he saw me. He would run screaming, out of fear that he had angered the garden spirits,” Loki laughed, bending down to scoop up a pile of snow with his bare hands. He quickly packed it into a perfect sphere and stood up.

“In fact, I’m pretty sure he still believes those faeries are real,” He looked at his wife with a mischievous smirk. “Shall we test that theory?”

“Oh, Loki, we shouldn’t,” Sigyn protested half- heartedly. She gave her husband an equally mischievous smirk. “Show me how to make one.”

Loki proceeded to teach her the basics of snowball making, and once they had created a decent pile, they stood up and proceeded with their prank.

Loki waited for Thor to stop moving for a moment. He took careful aim, and with the help of a bit of magic, launched the ball of snow at his unsuspecting victim.

Loki had managed to hit his brother in the back of the head.  The man let out a loud curse and stumbled forward, his impaired balance increasing the effect of the impact. Sigyn clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her laughter.

“Shhhh,” Loki hissed as he chuckled and pulled her down to the ground.

They peered between the bars of the railing, checking to see if either Sif or Thor had figured out where the snowball had come from. Once he was certain that they were drunkenly oblivious, he stood back up and launched two more. One managed to hit Thor in the ear, while the second had curved slightly and ended up hitting the Lady Sif in the chest.

Loki chuckled when Sif’s shocked scream echoed through the courtyard.

“Loki, that was rather rude!”

“It was an accident, darling, honest-“

Loki was cut of by a loud, angry growl.

“FAERIES!”

Loki and Sigyn glanced at one another before looking back down at Thor and Sif. The God of Thunder was swinging his hammer at the air around him, daring the guardians of the garden make themselves seen. Loki reached for another snowball, but Sigyn grabbed his arm before he could launch it.

“Let me try this time.”

Loki gave his wife an approving nod, then handed her the snowball. Sigyn stood up to take aim at her brother- in- law, who was still shouting at thin air. Loki taught her the enchantment he had been using. She waited a moment for Thor to turn around, and when he did she recited the word and watched as her snowball took flight.

It was a direct hit.

Thor, in the middle of his drunken rant, was hit squarely in the mouth. This shot caught him the most off guard. He fell backwards into a flowerbed, arms flailing. He dropped his hammer as he fell, and it crashed into the frozen dirt.

“Oh, shit.” Loki said in disbelief, yanking his shocked wife back down to the ground. Sif’s laugh rang out in the garden, and soon Valstagg and Hogun stumbled into the garden to investigate what had happened.

Loki turned to Sigyn and kissed her deeply. “That was brilliant, love.”

Hearing Sif’s laugh seemed to reassure Sigyn that all was well below, and she quickly broke down in a fit of laughter, soon followed by her husband. They looked back down at the Warrior’s Three, who were in the process of dragging Thor back into the palace. Yet another successful prank in the books for Loki.

Once the four were back inside, Sigyn stood back up and made her way back to their bedchamber. She was halfway there when a blast of cold seemed to explode against her back, sending a small shock through her body. She let out a surprised shriek and turned to see Loki standing by the railing, holding the remaining two snowballs.

“We can’t let these go to waste, dear,” He said with a smirk as he tossed another snowball at her. Sigyn ducked, and the snowball flew into their bedchamber and hit Loki’s reading chair, leaving a large clump of already- melting snow.

Sigyn looked back at her husband, a competitive grin on her face.

“It’s on.”

She quickly took cover behind one of the golden cauldrons while she hastily built herself a small armory. Loki did likewise. They took turns throwing snowballs at one another. Loki ran out of ammo first. He let his wife get two more shots in before tackling her, pinning her arms down and kissing her while she squirmed and giggled beneath him.

“Loki, stop!” She begged through her laughter. “Please, I’m freezing!”

Loki waited a few moments before he let go of her arms and rolled over, pulling her on top of him and wrapping his arms around her. She grinned up at him and rested her head on his chest as they both caught their breath.

Sigyn pulled her blanket around her tighter, when she realized it was drenched by melted snow. She looked down at her dress and saw that it was also completely soaked.

“We should probably get back inside before we turn to ice.”

Loki groaned in response, obviously comfortable where he was and seemingly uninterested in moving.

Sigyn rolled her eyes and made her way back inside on her own. She quickly removed her wet clothing, wrapped herself in a fresh blanket, grabbed her comb out of a drawer, and made her way over to the fireplace. She collapsed into Loki’s large reading chair and began to lazily comb her damp, knotted hair while she gazed into the blazing fire.

Sigyn didn’t realize she had dozed off until she felt a strong pair of arms pick her up. Loki took her place in the chair, gently setting her down in his lap. She grinned when she realized he had also removed his wet clothes after coming inside. He took the comb from her hand and began gently untangling her hair where she had left off.

Sigyn closed her eyes and smiled. She loved when Loki combed her hair for her. He was always gentle and precise, maintaining a slow, soothing pace as he moved the comb through her long, wavy hair. It made her feel safe, as if the Nine Realms were inhabited exclusively by them. Part of her wished she could stop time and live in these gentle moments for eternity.

When Loki finished combing her hair and gently put it in a braid. He wrapped his arms around her and began passionately kissing her neck. Sigyn let out a soft moan and turned to press her lips against his, lacing her fingers through his damp hair. Loki cupped one of her breasts in his hand, firmly grasping her waist with his other. Sigyn could feel his cock hardening between her legs, and a warm wave of arousal washed over her.

A loud banging at the door put an end to their intimate moment.

“Loki!” A coarse voice shouted from the hall.

Loki cursed loudly as Sigyn ran to their bed and dove under the covers to hide the fact that she wasn’t decent. Loki wrapped a blanket around his waist and stormed over to the door, opening it to reveal Vandral and Hogun.

“Pray tell, what in the Nine Realms has compelled you to come to our chambers at such a late hour?” Loki growled before he had even finished opening the door. His hostility and state of undress visibly startled Vandral, who jumped back in surprise, cheeks turning pink ever so slightly. Hogun remained where he stood, completely unphased.

“Did you launch an attack on Thor and the Lady Sif tonight?” Hogun asked in his coarse yet monotone voice as he stared directly into Loki’s eyes.

Sigyn sank further under the blankets upon hearing the question, amused by the way he had chosen to describe a handful of snowballs. It was obvious that Hogun already knew the answer to his question.  She knew Loki would never admit to it, however. She just hoped the two men would give up on their interrogation quickly.

“Have you both gone mad?” Loki shouted.

“You left the fire burning on your balcony.”

“I’ve been in bed with my wife all night. As I am every night.” His voice grew louder and angrier with each syllable as he conveniently avoided explaining why the cauldrons on the balcony had been left to burn. “It would do you both well to remember that fact before you decide to come banging on my door at such a late hour in the future!”

Hogun continued to stare directly at Loki, clearly unphased by his anger. Vandral, however, had decided that the awkwardness of the situation had grown to be too much for him to handle. His cheeks had turned a rather fine shade of red.

“That we shall do, friend!” He exclaimed nervously. “Many apologies to you and the princess for the… interruption,” He grabbed his Hogun by the arm and began to pull him away. Before Hogun could retort, Loki slammed the door in their faces and stormed over to the bed.

Sigyn rolled over and wrapped her arms around him as he laid down on the bed.

“I need to light a fire under the ass of each mason that is currently building our hall,” he groaned, turning to face her. “I don’t think the next person to knock on that door past sunset will escape with a head on their shoulders.”

Sigyn chuckled and kissed him. “No need to get violent, darling.”

He mumbled a disagreement under his breath. Sigyn looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment.

“Will there be snow at our hall in the winter?” She asked.

“Probably. Why do you ask?”

“Well, we should probably ensure that our gardens are filled with diligent faeries come winter, should your brother decide to visit and drink our entire supply of mead.” Sigyn said, smiling at him. Loki laughed and gazed into her eyes, admiring her.

“I don’t know how you managed to get all of Asgard to believe you are this well- mannered, kind- hearted picture of perfection. You’re clearly just as mischievous as I am, if not more so.”

Sigyn scoffed at his accusation. “I doubt that anyone could possibly be more mischievous than you, my love.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her.

“Well then, since Vandral and Hogun -and likely half of the palace, given how loud you were screaming- believes we have been wrapped around one another all night,” Sigyn said, wrapping her leg around Loki’s waist.  “Shall we continue from where we left off?”

He wasted no time, extinguishing the cauldrons on the balcony with a flick of his wrist. Sigyn shivered from the sudden loss of heat.

“As I said before, my love,” Loki whispered sensually as he climbed on top of her. “By the time we are finished, this cold will feel most inviting.”

[tarithenurse]

Defense of Asgard (10/11)

Wordcount: 2897 (sorry)

Warnings: violence, maybe language, smut (fingering), fluff

“Keep reading” for obvious reasons.

Loki’s PoV

Loki’s victim is gurgling on the ground in a last, futile effort to breath, and around him his fellow Asgardians are either finishing off their own adversaries or using the lack of golden maniacs to recover. Straightening up, he pushes a strand of jet-black hair out of the eyes and looks around for [Y/N]. It feels as though a cold void threatens to pull him off the planet, when he sees the weapon aimed at her face. Lurching into motion, he barely makes it three steps before the blast of the gun makes him stumble in shock. NO!! He watches as the momentum makes the love of his life collide with the bastard, sending them both sprawling onto the ground.

NonononoNO! Scrambling frantically for what feels like an eternity, it only slowly dawns on Loki that [Y/N]’s left hand is snaring the wrist of the Sovereign, keeping the gun pointing away, while the other hand is closing around the golden neck. Even from here, the prince can see how she’s biting back a scream of pain until her skill takes effect, draining the downed would-be-murderer of life and leaving him skinny and pale beneath her. The way she arches her back while the brief moment of ecstasy rolls through her, should perhaps make Loki jealous…instead it entices him. The woman is mysterious, deadly, yes even magical. And she is mine. The thought makes him smile, as his picks his way across the battlefield.

“[Y/N]?” He squads next to her, ready to leap away if instinct still is ruling her.

Turning to face him, his wife’s eyes are clear blue-grey with the tint of pleased golden freckles, but the milky sheen that would have clouded them as she drained the life out of the Sovereign is long gone. Finding her hand, Loki gently pulls her off the corpse and into an embrace. Both their heartrates are beginning slow, simultaneously with their breathing, after the fighting, and resting together for a moment allows a different kind of peace to envelop the couple. Over a field, one of the turrets hits its mark and brings down another transport in a flaming ball that lands the snow beneath before it has hit the ground.

“We’ve better get ready…” [Y/N] sighs, clearly not enjoying the battle as much as the Asgardians.

Cupping her face, Loki wipes away a smear of her own blood that has tracked red paths down her cheek and past the jaw. Despite the attempt at cleaning her, the face he adores is still blushed, although now it may be for different reasons, but she avoids meeting his eyes and there is no easy way to tell what she is feeling and thinking.

“Why do you blush, my flower?” A soft kiss is enough to coax her face towards him.

She bites her lip, coy and stubborn at the same time. “I guess you saw what happened…” [Y/N] sighs when he nods. “Yeah, well…I’m not gonna run and hide.”

“I know.” Standing up first, Loki pulls the healer to her feet. “Yet you cannot stop me from worrying.”

“Just look out for yourself, mister Trickster.” Smiling playfully at him, the woman heads off to attend to the minor injuries the defenders have sustained.

Pacing down the road, he reaches Tyr and the Warriors Three who are discussing the situation above. There, against the dark of night, it’s possible to see the faint shadows of the many different vessels. Many of them have retaken formation and Loki can guess that they are not the Ravagers, but the Xandarians who value discipline. A lightning blast slams into the ground, functioning as a warning of where his king and brother is about to land. Show off. Even if the prince rolls his eyes and sighs at Thor’s talents, it is good humoured rather than coveting, although (or perhaps because) it feels unsafe to get near it – too often has the God of Thunder amused himself by zapping his friends with small electric jolts, and it is for that very same reason, that Loki waits patiently out of reach until the air surrounding the tall, blond warrior has stopped buzzing.

“There you are, brother.” The younger of the two is leaning on his spear when he flashes a grin at Thor. “How fares the battle above?”

“Not bad,” looking around, the king takes in the scenery on the ground, “yet…they do not seem to appreciate the warm welcome.” He rolls a corpse over with a foot and nods thoughtfully. “They have retreated for now.”

Sif and [Y/N] join them, the former rubbing the stomach of her armour absentmindedly before reaching out for her husband. “I hope they are not running away?”

Her comment makes Thor snort with ill-contained amusement. “Hardly! They are too thick-skulled and proud to know when to stop!”

A slender arm snakes around Loki’s waist, and as he looks down he’s met by serious dark-blue gaze that he knows so well. Those eyes are truly a window to [Y/N]’s soul because the altering dispositions change the colours of her irises, each shade corresponding to a different frame of mind. He had learned the hard way that violet was a warning of anger or aggression. Pulling her closer, Loki hopes that she can find some consolation to stave away the sadness and regret that is filling her.

…

Reader’s PoV

Being held by her husband makes things a bit better, but [Y/N] truly hates when people die…even if they are actively trying to kill someone else. In fact, the whole reason for becoming a nurse and later a hero (thanks to the skillset the Inhuman DNA has given her) was to save lives, and she still managed to find herself in one situation after the other where not only her friends were fighting to the death, but she too had to kill. But of course, having been a member of the Avengers and SHIELD had forced her to adopt a different mindset. Everyone on the teams had had their fair share of battles and death, making them the best people to help [Y/N] deal with it when it became her turn to take a life for the first time, and it’s what had kept her relatively sane during the showdown against Thanos. And now here.

Trying not to look at the lifeless figures strewn on the ground, [Y/N] glances around at the faces of her friends in arms. They have fought hard already, but the Asgardians have impressive reserves of energy when compared to humans home on earth. They’re gonna need it. A faint glimmer has appeared on the edge of her perimeter, signaling the arrival of something living within the 50-odd meter radius of her skill’s range. Even though the Sovereign have golden skin, hair and eyes, the particles (that they are made of to [Y/N] when she closes her eyes) don’t always match, and she’s forced to judge the identities from other signs: the physical attributes (each Sovereign is frighteningly similar to the next, thanks to cloning), the mutations (that should have crippled them, but somehow doesn’t), and the itch that spread across the Inhuman’s own skin as her body tunes in on theirs.

“Incoming.” [Y/N]’s warning is echoed by Heimdall.

Facing the new threat, she plants the spear in the ground to free her hands. The round discs on her belt detach with the right leverage and pressure on the center flips a series of serrated blades along the edges with a click turning them into shuriken. There. The first one has stepped into a circle of light from the elevated brazier, making an obvious target of itself, and [Y/N]’s about to let one of her throwing weapons fly when Thor hurtles his artwork of an axe towards the doomed enemy, releasing cascades of lightning that fries anything in its path. Tony had offered plenty of snide comment the first time he saw the weapon leaned against the wall, most of them had been about compensation, but he stopped once he saw Thor use that thing. There are no jokes now, although some of the king’s friends dare to complain that they have no one to entertain themselves with. Jinx. Once more, Heimdall’s voice booms from above, calling for Thor to go elsewhere and bolster the defenses there.

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The pale grey of the morning is slowly diminishing and allowing the pastel colours to take over. All around [Y/N] are the remnants of the latest Sovereign wave to attack them, this time fueled by desperation rather than conviction. The Asgardians are walking among the slain, checking to see if the job has been done to satisfaction by jabbing the golden bodies with whatever weapon they carry. By now, everyone has had enough of the maiming and killing, and [Y/N] is more than happy to rest in Loki’s arm while they have the chance. He’s brushed a bench free of snow and spread the bottom of his cape over the still cold surface for her to sit on, before dragging her against his own body and shielding her inside a cocoon of arms and soft, green fabric.

“You fight well, my love.” His breath is warm against her hair. “You have made me very proud.”

Tilting her head up, she finds Loki’s emerald eyes. “Proud?”

The taunting smile proves that she knows that it downright excites him, and it has given him more than a few ideas to use at other occasions.

The God of Mischief doesn’t have a chance to answer before you sit up straight, looking over at Sif who’s limping back into range. The queen and a handful warriors had followed in pursuit of a number of stragglers who were trying to make it to the tower where Heimdall has been (and still is) keeping watch. The Watcher would most likely have been able to deal with them himself, but it would have removed his focus from the events in the sky and thus any new waves of attackers. As [Y/N] untangles herself, the concern for the queen grows stronger.

“My queen.” The healer rushes to the queen’s side.

“It was just a bash by a blunt weapon…my armour took the brunt of it.”

It’s true, there are no lacerations or outwards trauma, save for the biggest bruise in newer Asgardian history. But the hip is slightly dislocated and, which is worse, the sacrum has been knocked crooked, creating tension in the lower body…including the uterus with the fragile life. Already the tissue is preparing for the first spasms that will release the blood, growing placenta and the peanut-shell-sized embryo.

I have to act fast. “We need to find a place where you can lie down.”

The urgency in [Y/N]’s quiet voice is enough to stop any objections, and Sif enters the nearest house. Only pausing to close the door after them, [Y/N] is pleased to see how nimble her sister in law lies down on the rug covering the cold floor. Kneeling between the legs of Sif, she bends the knees and slide a hand under the royal ass until the fingertips have found the right places to apply a gently pressure through which the healing power flowers in a steady stream, making the cells bend to her will.

Moments later, the Inhuman can help the Asgardian back on her feet with the promise that everything is fine again…for now. “But I have to say that you should take it easy for a few days.” Like that will ever happen.

“Who am I to argue with my midwife.” Sif smiles sweetly before striding out of the house.

It takes a moment for [Y/N] to come to terms with the new title she’s been bestowed, so when she too leaves the house (closing the door carefully) Sif’s already out of view. Instead Loki’s leaning casually against the wall, playing with an icicle he’s broken off the low reaching eave.

“What was that about?” He’s pointedly looking anywhere but at his wife.

Think fast. This is not for me to reveal. “What d’you mean?”

“I mean,” this time he turns towards her, “it could appear that you and the queen are keeping secrets.” The silence stretches for a moment as they study each other’s faces. “Are you?”

“Pfft.” A pokerface is easy to master when in complete control of every single cell…but Loki is unparalleled at picking up on the smallest details. “Firstly…my role’s that of a medic, so I had to ensure she wasn’t wounded. Second…she’s my queen and friend, and commander during this battle. She tells me where to go and what to do. I wanted to ensure that I wasn’t needed elsewhere.”

In a few long strides, the tall, slender god has covered the distance between them. Grabbing [Y/N] by the shoulders, he bends down to pierce her with a burning gaze as if he can will her to tell her anything else. His eyes are glittering turquoise and green, and [Y/N] has to concentrate to keep her own from shifting like his.

The voice of the god is soft and cold when he finally speaks. “There is something you are not telling me, darling. I do not like it.”

“Women sometimes do that, you know.” A smile dance across her lips as she allows an age-old truth to save her rather than lying. “We confide in each other. Help each other. Console each other.” Reaching up, she cups his frost-flushed cheek gently. “There’s nothing wrong with that, and you have to be able to trust, that it does not mean I’ll betray you.”

It’s like watching a balloon deflate quietly and suddenly [Y/N] finds herself in his arms once more. “Forgive me, my flower. My mind is burdened with the many troubling events of late, and my heart is wrought with worry for my people and you.”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” She stands on her tiptoes to kiss him tenderly. “And no need to worry for me at least.”

…

Loki’s PoV

As it were, there was no need to worry for any Asgardian either. It was not long before it became apparent that the last Sovereign had fled and while the Xandarians and Ravagers landed on the snow-covered fields, the Asgardians that had not participated in the battle re-emerged to take part in the recovery and cleaning up. It was a task that would last days, as many buildings and ships had been destroyed and was now littering the streets and surrounding areas, but the first priority was to create a pyre and burn the fallen enemies. [Y/N] busied herself by tending to the lighter injuries, although the Asgardian healers tried to convince her it was beneath her. She only paused to recover her energy, but eventually fatigue caught up with her, and she allowed Loki to walk her to their chambers.

“The bath is ready, my flower.”

Loki turns towards [Y/N], only to find her dozing of, still fully dressed, on the low bench in the bathroom. He wakes her gently before using his own magic to rid both her and himself of the armour and clothes they have been wearing since the previous morning. Then he lifts her easily and steps into the large tub where he sits down. A content sigh and smile grace her fine features, encouraging him to settle her with the back against his chest.

Using the sponge and soap, he cleans every inch of her soft skin, and Loki finds himself so engrossed in the work that he does not realize how her breathing changes until the cupping of her breast makes the nipple perk. Pinching it softly between a finger and a thumb, he smiles at the tiny gasp [Y/N] lets out and it encourages him to abandon the cleaning utensils, so he can use both hands to slide over the gorgeous nakedness. One hand slides down the expanse of her chest and stomach to tease the fine curls where the thighs meet, the other plays with the bosom he so dearly admires, and already his cock is showing exactly how much he approves of the sight before him. I could watch this all day. The woman is biting her lower lip in pleasure, her head and wet curls leaned back against his shoulder to grant an unobscured view.

Loki has to stop her, when she tries to get in position to reciprocate. “Not this time. Just let me please you.”

For a moment, golden eyes appear under the heavy lids, but as his fingers slide further between her legs and finds the small bundle of nerves, the eyes close again and it’s the perfect lips that part instead. Weaving unimaginable patterns and interchanging the pressure and speed, Loki explores every fold and crevice, playing at the entrance to her core or pinching and stroking her clit until her moans transform into pleas for more. Then he slip a few fingers into the silken cave, slick with pleasure and need, teasingly increasing the speed and depth until the first shiver wrecks her frame.

Loki gives her time to calm down again, only adoring her body with long strokes as he kisses and nibbles her mouth, neck, shoulders…anywhere he can reach. Once relaxed, he finishes their bath, dries them both and carries her to bed where she falls asleep in his arms.

…

[mirkwoodshewolf]

You are mine, mine to me; Loki x child reader pt.1

Here’s a nice little crossover fic for you guys. Inspired by the clips that came out just before the 2016 The Jungle Book came to theaters the scene where Raksha talks to mowgli as he leaves the pack had me in tears when I first saw it and I thought “God this would be Loki if he had to give up his child to their rightful parents” and so this was born. I do NOT own Loki, Thor, Legolas or Thranduil they each belong to either Marvel or Tolkien.

Part 2

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During a peace treaty visit through Vanaheim, Thor, Loki, Lady Sif and the Warriors 3 were speaking with the high council who just happened to be Hogun’s father.  They spent over 2 hours discussing their treaty between their realms as well as discussing about the invaders that had threatened to strike any day now.  Completely bored with all this political stuff, Loki illusioned himself out without anyone noticing and now appeared in the forests of Vanaheim.

As he walked around the clear his head, the silence of the woods was broken by a strange sound. He had heard crying and it sounded close by.  Loki went to investigate and soon came across a small baby.  She was wrapped up in a blanket but to his horror it was stained in blood.  He didn’t know why he did what he did next but his heart was telling him to take care of the child and heal her from this pain.

Once he picked her up, her crying seemed to diminish and she just looked up and whimpered at him with red teary eyes.  Loki removed the blanket hoping he wouldn’t find what he was thinking of what would be there, fortunately there was no wound but the child was practically freezing to the touch.

“How long were you out here little one? Poor child you’re half frozen”.  He then took his green cape and wrapped it around the child for extra warmth as she whimpered softly.  “Shhhh, shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay”.  Once she was wrapped up nice and snug, he gently rocked her close to his chest and said, “How did you get way out here?” As he looked down at the child who was now cooing happily up at him, he began to think if she had been abandoned by her parents? If not then were they dead and she was taken for ransom?

Either way he found the child so she was his responsibility now.  Plus looking down at her so happy filled Loki with something he thought he had lost long ago when his jealousy for Thor had overcame him.

Happiness and love.

He smiled down at the baby and he held her close and whispered softly to her.

“I promise you, whatever life you’ve had before, will be forgotten. I’ll take care of you as if you were my own, my sweet little dove”. Loki kissed her forehead and the baby yawned tiredly and snuggled into Loki’s chest gripping some of his armor with her tiny hands.  His heart seem to just melt at the sight of her and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he held her closer to him and rocked her softly.

Meanwhile back at the Vanaheim council palace, the Asgardians left the building and Thor said.

“Wait, has anyone seen my brother?” Lady Sif and the Warriors 3 looked around and Volstagg exclaimed.

“Damn, now he’s probably causing some trouble and soon we’ll be at war and lose another allied realm”.

“Easy Volstagg, I know Loki is one for tricks but he couldn’t possibly be thinking of something like that here”. Fandral stated.

“Never the less we must find him before something does happen” Lady Sif said.  Then speak of the Devil, Loki had appeared out of the woods holding the something in his cape.

“Brother! Oh thank Valhalla you’re alright!” Thor exclaimed.

“Brother please! Anymore louder and you’ll wake her up!”

“Who up? Loki what is this about?” Lady Sif asked.

“Well, I went to clear off my head and through the woods I heard her crying and half frozen, so I couldn’t just leave her there to perish alone”.  Loki then lowered his arms so that the five other Asgardians could see the baby in Loki’s arms.

“Loki! Are you mad? What if this child has a family? You can’t just take her!” Fandral exclaimed softly as to not wake the child.

“As I said before I found her alone in the woods, there were no parents around, no bodies, just her freezing with only rags to cover her with”.

“Are you sure there was no one around?” Volstagg asked.

“Yes, I waited for a good hour, no one came for her”.

“What do you think of this Hogun?” Thor asked.

“No one in my homeland has reported a baby missing, maybe she really was abandoned by someone who might’ve came here thinking since this realm is filled with woods, that the child could stay here and perish to the elements. I will run it by my father and we’ll find out about this, you all should return back to Asgard and speak to the All-Father about this matter”.  It was then decided.

The four of them called for Heimdell to open the Bifrost and soon they vanished from Vanaheim’s world and soon appeared at the gates of the Bifrost. As they arrived, Heimdell then said.

“My princes, the All-Father has been informed of what has happened, he wishes to meet with you all straight away”.

“Then we haven’t time to spare, we ride with haste!” Thor proclaimed.  They saddled back on their horses and rode across the rainbow bridge back to the golden city of Asgard.

They entered in the throne room to see King Odin sitting on his throne with Queen Frigga at his side.

“I’ve been told you have found a baby, Loki?”

“Yes father, abandoned in the woods freezing, I still fear she might be sick, she still feels as cold as Jotunheim itself no matter how tight I wrap my cape around her”.

“Get her to the healing wing”. It was then Frigga, Odin, Thor, Loki and the warriors soon ran off towards the healing wing and soon the baby was soon prepped for a check-up. After a couple of hours, the baby’s temperature began to rise signaling that she would live another day.

“Who would dare leave a baby so small to die alone?” Loki snarled angry at the parents of this child as he sat by the bedside they now had her in. Odin and Frigga looked at each other, then Odin said.

“It matters not, if she was abandoned then that makes her your responsibility now Loki. You will raise this child and give her the love she deserves”.

“Yes father”.  Loki said as he turned to his father then back to the child and held her tiny hand in hers.  As the others left him alone with his new daughter, Loki leaned forward and kissed her forehead and vowed, “I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you nor let anyone take you away from me. (Y/n). For you are mine, mine to me”.

Later that night after being released to Loki’s request, the head healer pulled aside the All-Father just before he retired for the night on some news about the child.

“All-Father, I had run some tests on the child’s blood sample and I have discovered that this is no ordinary child. This girl is of Álfheimr”.

“What?”

“Not only that, but this child—my king—this is the child of your old friend Thranduil”. Odin was shocked as he looked up at see the visuals of this child’s bloodline that was shown before him.

“That’s not possible. The crib was burned alive nothing but ash remained. This can’t be his child!”

“I know it’s been 100 years since the supposed death of his daughter, but this is his child, I’ve run both blood of the child’s DNA and of Thranduil’s. And they do in fact match up. She is 100% his child”.  Odin remained silent then he said.

“This does not get out, not until I say so. Let Loki raise the child and when she is older, we’ll take her back to her real father”.

“Yes my King”. As she left, Odin continue to stare at the DNA matches of his old friend and of the child’s and it was still in fact the same.

“Old friend, you no longer need to grieve any longer, I shall return your child to you, when she is good and ready”.

*900 years later 1st POV from here on out*

I was crouched down beneath the grass in the gardens eyeing my dad who was perched up against a tree reading one of his books, having no suspicion of me behind him ready to pounce.  I stalked closer to him and readied myself for the attack.  I growled playfully then leaped out from the grass but what I didn’t expect was that dad turned around and caught me in his arms and pinned me down to the floor.  I playfully struggled as he said.

“Well, well what have we here? A wild beast trying to hunt me?” I then shapeshifted into a small wolf cub and playfully gripped onto my daddy’s sleeve of his armor with my teeth growling showing him that I was predator and he was prey.  “Oh, so that’s how you want to play huh? Well then my dear, you picked the wrong God to hunt” it was then daddy turned into a large black wolf and soon he chased me around the gardens until he caught up to me and picked me up by the scruff of my neck.

I barked as he walked me back over to the tree he was at before and gently set me down and pinned me down softly as I shifted back to my normal form but daddy remained a wolf pinning me down by my shoulders.

“And I thought I would’ve gotten you for sure, it isn’t fair!” I whined.

‘God of Mischief darling, never assume I’m not listening, plus you still make too much noise before you pounce’. He spoke to me through our minds. I turned and pouted sourly then daddy said, ‘now darling, you know how I feel when you pout, you better smile or else the deserving punishment will come’ he grinned wolfishly. But it was too late as I was now being licked by my father wolf in my most ticklish spot, my neck.

I laughed and tried to get as far away as I could from him but I soon succumbed to laughter from my dad’s wolf tickling.  After a while he let me up and shifted back to normal and held me in his arms.

“Oh how I love your sweet laugh my little one”.

“You say that about everything about me daddy”.

“But I speak of it because it’s true. I love everything about you my dear”.  He kissed my forehead gingerly and he perched back up against the tree and grabbed his book and began reading it.  I love it when he reads to me, his voice is always so lulling and when he reads the character’s words, he brings them to life by speaking in different voices based on the character’s actions or physical appearance described in the book. 

That night, dad and I were in my bedroom sitting on my bed and I was holding my doll while ada was brushing my hair with a gentle hand.  I looked at the mirror just a few feet away from my bed and took notice that while papa was brushing my hair, he made sure that it was pulled back revealing my pointed ears.  I shamefully looked down from the mirror and fiddled with my doll.

“Daddy, please don’t brush that far back”.

“Why not?” He asked as he stopped for a moment. I slowly raised my hands up to cover my pointed ears embarrassed and ashamed.  “Darling, why are you covering up your ears?”

“Because they look like mule’s ears and I should eat hay!” Daddy knelt down in front of me and said as he gently removed my hands from my ears.

“Where is this coming from?”

“All the kids in town say it, I never made fun of their faces, why do I have these ears? They’re not normal, I’m not normal”.

“(Y/n) Lokidottir, don’t you ever say that about yourself!” Father snapped at me.  I flinched frightenedly, seeing him get mad scares me so I try not to make him angry but now I guess I’ll be feeling his wrath now.  “Darling, look at me”.  I slowly raised my head up to look at him and he continued this time in a softer tone, “those peasants don’t know who exactly they are insulting, if you tell me who they were, I’ll be glad to let them know to never insult royalty ever again”.

“No daddy, I don’t want to be in any more trouble than I already am”.

“You’re not in trouble though, but I understand why you won’t tell me their names, you’ve got such a kind heart and a good soul. And as for your ears, they are not like a mule’s ears. They are what make you, you. And you are one beautiful young girl who will soon grow up to become a beautiful young woman who I will need to defend with my life from the boys who will try to win her hand in courtship one day”. I giggled as he chuckled softly. He then leaned his forehead against mine as our usual affectionate gesture and finished off with, “not only that but you are my daughter, and I will always love you no matter what”.

He then picked me up and placed me further up my bed towards my pillows and tucked me in with my doll right next to me.  He leaned forward and kissed my forehead lovingly and said.

“Goodnight my sweet little dove”.

“Goodnight daddy”.  He then blew out my candle and quietly shut my door leaving me to finally fall asleep.

The next morning, daddy and I were just leaving to the dining area after having some breakfast when one of the guards summoned daddy to the throne room to speak with grandpa and grandma.  As daddy set me down he said.

“Okay darling, why don’t you go ahead into my room and just make yourself comfortable there before we begin your next magic lesson”.

“Okay daddy hurry back”.

“Patience my young sorceress” he kissed my forehead gingerly then gently patted my back gesturing me to leave for his room while he left with the guard to the throne room. 

I got out daddy’s magic books and readied myself for our next magic lesson, teleporting. After what felt like forever (a/n you all still thinking a couple of minutes is like an eternity, esp. for children) I decided that I would head to the throne room and find out what was taking daddy so long.  As I walked down the corridors towards the throne room, I suddenly heard daddy screaming.

“YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS!? YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN TELL ME!?!?”

“Loki please don’t make this worse” I heard grandmother say.

“Oh really mother! Define ‘worse’. YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME ALWAYS!! YOU LEAD ME ON THINKING FOR ONCE I COULD FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING OF MY OWN AND THEN YOU JUST TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!!! WHY!? WHY?!”

“Why do you twist the truth?” I heard grandfather say.

“You could’ve told me who (y/n) really was why didn’t you!? Why didn’t you tell me that she was truly the lost daughter of your old friend Thranduil of the Light Elves?!”

My heart sank to my chest.

My daddy wasn’t my really daddy? I was really the daughter of the King of the Light Elves. Judging by how angry and hurt daddy sounded I knew I couldn’t be angry at him because he didn’t know about this either.  I soon hid behind the pillar as daddy soon stormed out of the throne room and down the hall.  I soon ran to my room and bolted my room shut and ran to my bed and hid under the covers.

I soon heard a knock at my door and I muttered.

“Please go away”.

“(Y/n) it’s me sweetheart, may I come in?” It was grandma.  I sniffled and knew she would continue to keep asking me to enter my room if I refused so I said.

“Yeah”.  I unlocked the doors with my magic and soon grandma came in and sat down by my bed.

“(Y/n) sweetie, we need to talk”.

“Please grandma I—”

“You don’t have to stay it (y/n), I already knew you were spying on us”.

“No I wasn’t!”

“I know, but I still knew you had overheard us trying to explain to Loki the truth about you”.

“So he’s—he’s not my real daddy?”

“Now (y/n), you must know that when Loki found you that day, he didn’t take you in out of pity or a good deed, he has had a rather difficult time growing up by being in the shadow of Thor and Odin, but when he found you, you brought something that I haven’t seen in Loki ever since he was but a boy. You brought out the love in him. He took you in because he felt a deep connection with you, and that he could raise you to become a bright, caring young woman”.  Grandma Frigga said as she wiped away the tears that were gently falling from my face.  I smiled softly then asked.

“Was I really not loved by my real daddy?”

“Of course not (y/n). King Thranduil loved you with all his heart, as did your older brother Legolas. You see, your mother died giving birth to you, but even in his grief-filled heart, Thranduil still stayed strong to love not only you but your brother as well. Shortly after your birth, there was a war going on between the Fire giants and the Light Elves, with the deep friendship that has lasted for centuries on end, Odin lead Thor, Loki, and our armies to help Thranduil. But while out on the battlefield, there was a sudden fire from the camp, apparently some fire giants had planned a secret ambush to slaughter any Asgardian or Elf reaming at the camp while the soldiers went to war.  Fearing for your safety, your father charged back to camp to see the entire camp destroyed, but when he got to his own tent, he was shocked to see his entire tent had been shredded and your crib burned with nothing but ash. Thinking you had died, Thranduil soon isolated him and his entire realm away from the world including Asgard. But 100 years later, that’s when Loki found you on Vanaheim as a baby, how you managed to survive we’ll never know, but you are a little miracle (y/n) and you have been my granddaughter, as we all love you”.

Hearing grandma’s tale made sense to me I guess, but I couldn’t help but ask her this.

“Does—does this mean I have to leave? Leave daddy? Leave you and everyone else?”

“I’m afraid it’s for the best my dear”.  I sniffled and crawled into her lap and hugged her.

“Can I still come back and visit?”

“You are always welcome back to Asgard anytime my dear (y/n)”. Grandma and I hugged each other tightly as tears came down both of our faces.

Later that night as rain began to fall, almost as if it was setting the mood of the royal family. We all waited for Thor to return with news from Álfheimr to see if Thranduil would accept me coming into his land. Heimdell soon activated the Bifrost and soon Thor stood there before us.

“I’ve managed to discuss this matter with the Prince of Álfheimr himself, he said he and the guards will take her to see the king”.

“No” I heard daddy mutter.

“Brother I know you were the one to find her, and now I’ll be the brother to return her where she belongs”.

“I won’t let you Thor! She’s my daughter!” Daddy said as he picked me up and held me tightly almost like he was shielding me from everyone else.

“It’s already been decided” Grandpa Odin said.

“I am her father and I know what’s best for her!”

“Loki!” Grandfather shouted.  Grandma placed a comforting hand on grandpa’s shoulder and calming down he stated in a blunt tone, “What’s best for her is to be with her real father”. Hearing grandpa say that, daddy’s face dropped into pure sadness mixed with anger. Wanting to comfort him, I placed my hand on his cheek to turn him to face me and I choked out.

“It’s okay daddy, I won’t be far, I’ll come back and visit”. Daddy set me down and kneeled down before me and choked out as he cupped my face in his hands and tried to not cry in front of me but it was sure enough even with the rain, I could see tears falling down his face.

“Never forget this. You’re mine, mine to me. No matter where you go, or what they may call you, you will always be my daughter”. I cupped his face in my hands as I leaned forward and he leaned downward so that our foreheads would touch in our affectionate gesture.  Tears falling down both of our faces but even though my heart was hurting beyond any other pain, I could only imagine what daddy was going through.

With a final kiss to my forehead, I was soon picked up by Thor and taken into the Bifrost and Heimdell was ready to send me back to my real home.  As I looked to see grandma standing by daddy’s side trying to comfort him, I waved goodbye to daddy as tears still kept falling down my face and daddy waved back and that was the last thing I saw before my vision was filled with brightly colors flashing by.

[imagine-loki]

monsters and magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 52/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody

RATING: T (so far)

NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

You finally snapped back from your daze over the news.  You would have to think over what this all meant later.  There was still the rest of your outing with Loki to get to.  You weren’t going to ruin your day with worrying over something you couldn’t do anything about right now.  You could come to terms with being half-Asgardian later.  

There was only one way to lighten the mood again and get your day back on track.  “Also ‘little Loki’?” you teased him.  You’d been standing close enough to hear the greetings at the front door.  Teasing Loki was an easy way to change the mood and get the day back on schedule.  

Loki mock-glared at you.  He knew what you were doing and let you delay processing this information to not spoil your day.  “Very funny, little one,”

You smirked. “Mom said it first,” you reminded him.  Ok, maybe you weren’t quite ready to ignore the last hour until later yet. 

“I do not know why she chose not to tell you of your origins. She must have had her reasons, kitten,” Loki reassured you gently.  He offered you a smile and added “Your mother has the right to call me that. She knew me when I was a child,” 

You thought about something he’d said.  “Poor mom, Bree’s always reminded me of a tiny female Thor, which is also what Sif reminds me of too, come to think of it.  That can’t be easy to deal with…”

“I would think not. By brother and Sif are hard to deal with on their own,”

“If they could actually risk seeing me, I’d drag Bree to your brother and let him beat her up for awhile…” you commented softly.  Bree would love it.  And get her ass handed to her.  It would be great. Mostly the part where you would get to see her get her ass handed to her. 

But that was a pipe dream.

You couldn’t let them see you or know you were alive.

“What is so terrible about them seeing you now? What could the other vampires do?” Loki asked you gently. 

“Have them killed for me spilling the beans on the whole vampire thing,” you reminded him slowly with the inflection that he was dumb for forgetting that point.

He sighed, but accepted your decision.  For now.

He grabbed your hand to pull you toward the car so you could take you both to your next destination.  “Well, what did you have planned next?” He asked, clearly ready to change the topic until you had processed it more.  

You didn’t understand that your mom being Asgardian meant that she wasn’t a helpless human.  A lady of Asgard was perfectly capable of protecting herself and her daughter from vampires.  You hadn’t quite made that leap of logic yet. 

You walked with Loki to the car.  “You’ll see,” you replied with a smirk.  You drove the pair of you to a nearby amusement park. You hadn’t been able to go to the park since you’d been turned.  “Ta-da!” you announced with glee when you’d parked. “Midgardian summer entertainment!”  Loki looked skeptical, but wouldn’t deny you your fun.  

You led him into the park and towards your favorite roller coaster at the very back.  Poor Loki had no idea what was coming.  Though you did do him the courtesy of standing up on one of the benches to tie his hair up for him. He raised an eyebrow at you questioningly, but let you play with his hair.  “Where are you taking me, little one?” he finally asked.

“Oh, sorry, of course you wouldn’t know,” you said sheepishly as you took his hand to return to your stroll to the coaster at the back of the park.  “This place is full of rides and games. It’s kinda hard to explain.  Some of the rides can move kinda fast, though, so you don’t want your hair flying in your face,” you explained that part alright at least.  The coaster couldn’t be seen from the line, and by some miracle of deus ex machina, there was next to no line for the coaster and you walked get right on.  You climbed in first and buckled the seatbelt and pulled down the safety bar.  You looked at Loki and sighed heavily, reaching over the stubborn god the buckle his seatbelt for him.  You stole a kiss while you did.  “They have to have the safety devices for the mortals.  Just because we’re not mortal doesn’t mean we can skip them. The kid who works here is going to check the safety bar.  Don’t stab him,” you told him firmly.

Loki sighed and grumbled, but relented to your demands and didn’t stab the poor worker when he came to check the safety devices.  The ride began slowly and poor Loki looked bored as the old wooden coaster meandered its way to the hill.  You lit up in delight as the coaster climbed the hill.  You noted that Loki still looked bored and a little confused why this would be fun.  You grabbed the bar in front of you as you reached the top of the hill.  There was a brief instant when the whole park could be seen and an equally brief, and terrifying instant where the drop into the abyss could be clearly seen before the coaster fell and the ride truly began.  You shrieked and giggled in delight at the drop, leaning into the twists and turns of the ride from muscle memory, laughing in delight the entire time.   Loki laughed beside you and enjoyed the silly Midgardian ride.  

You thought he loved your smile more. 

You were still grinning in delight when the ride ended and you climbed out of the car.  You offered Loki a hand to help him unfold his tall frame from the coaster.   The old ride wasn’t designed for tall people.  “Did you like it?” you asked, nervous he would have hated it and wouldn’t have fun today. 

“I did. That was an experience.” You saw and heard the truth of his words and relaxed.

You grinned in reply.  “Yay! I’d hoped you’d have fun here,” you took his hand and led him to a few more of the roller coasters, since he seemed to like them. 

You led him too innocently to a ride that was going to get you both completely soaked.  You somehow got him onto the ride, though you could see him getting suspicious at the big round watercraft.  And more suspicious as it made its way down the rapids.  You shrieked in shocked giggly delight when the first dip of ice cold water hit you.   Loki playfully glared at you for not telling him what you were getting him into.  You just laughed in reply.  And shrieked when more ice cold water hit you.

You were both completely drenched when you finally made it off the ride and you were laughing as you wrung water out of your hair.   

Loki magicked himself dry.  You pouted up at him while he grinned at the fact that he was dry and you were soaked still.  “Cheater,” you informed him before you copied his spell and magicked yourself dry as well.  You’d learned the spell just by watching him do it once.   Loki raised an eyebrow, but eventually just shook his head.  

You looked up at him concerned.  “Something wrong?” you asked, more concerned that you’d done it wrong than anything. 

“No. I was simply surprised how quickly you picked up that spell. That took me weeks to master,”

“Oh…” you said sheepishly and decided to change the subject away from your big brain. “Did mom say anything else interesting?” you asked as you walked to another ride. You wanted to know how your family was doing.  

Loki gave you a much too innocently look.  “Well…” he paused, teasing you

“Loki~~” you whined at him for holding back information.

“Well, your sister mentioned that your birthday was yesterday,” he told you innocently.  Well, innocently except for his smirk. 

You looked up at him shocked for a moment.  You hadn’t told anyone about your birthday.  It wasn’t important anymore.  You were dead and didn’t age. “Goddamn it, Bree,” you growled in reply.  The image fo any angry sibling. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, darling?” Loki asked you gently.  You could hear the hurt in his voice too.   He was hurt you hadn’t told him.

You shrugged, trying to reassure him that it was no big deal.  “I didn’t want to make a big deal.  Besides…it’s not like I actually get any older anyway…” you reminded him softly.  You were dead.  You didn’t age. 

“Still. I would have loved to spoil you a bit, dearheart,” he told you warmly, reassuring that your slight wasn’t against him.  He leaned down and kissed you softly. 

You kissed him back, but broke it and sighed heavily.  “Now that you know, I’m doomed for spoiling, aren’t I?” you whined at him.  He just smirked mischievously at you in reply.  You rolled your eyes.  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a little sister to go murder,” you grumbled.  

“Oh, darling, don’t act like that,” he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply to distract you from killing you sister.  

“What? And like you’re one to talk, you threaten Thor at least twice by the end of breakfast every morning.  AND tried to poison his coffee just two days ago,” you reminded him when the kiss was broken.  “

Loki smirked as you reminded him of all the fun he had pranking his brother.  “Would you like to celebrate?” he asked you gently.

You shrugged and hesitated. “I don’t know, Lokes…” you sighed, the smiled fondly at an old memory.  “Mom would never tell us how old she is.  She always said that age is just a number and a birthday is just a day for your loved ones to celebrate how much they love you.” You realized now that she’d said that since she was thousands of years old…

Loki smiled fondly at you.  His smile was warm and loving and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That is the very reason I would like to spoil you.  The team and I would love to show you just how much we adore you, dearheart,”

You sighed.  “Finefine, spoil away,” you relented with a smile.  “Just try to keep Stark from going too far overboard, ok?” you asked. 

He smirked far too mischievously.  “No promises, darling,”

You groaned, but let it go for now.  You assumed it would take him time to come up with something suitable to spoil you with.  You took his hand to walk with him to the other side of the parks where there were rides you hadn’t been on yet.  You picked up food for you and Loki to eat as you walked.  Asgardian males were bottomless pits and Loki was no exception.  

It was just after noon and the sun was high in the sky.  You should’ve been napping at that hour, but Loki had convinced you to feed on him so you could survive your outing today.  

With absolutely no warning, the spell Loki had placed on your pendant shattered.  It was overworked and shattered the pendant to pieces with it.  

You were out under the bright sun, in the middle of one of the paths in the park with no shade in sight.

You shrieked when the sun hit you full-out with no protections.  You eyes burned at you went blind.  Your skin blistered under the bright sun. 

Your wail of pain, your keening was heartbreaking as you clutched onto Loki, burying your face against his chest to at least try to protect your eyes from the sun.