#Loki might’ve never meant to have been considered part of the family and taken in as a ward but lied to about being a son yknow

[worstloki]

My two cents to the thorki debate

Technically Thor and Loki aren't related; they're like literally different species from different realms. They were /raised/ like siblings. But if you squint you could cathegorise them as childhood friends ig. It's emotional incest not a biological one

I actually do agree. If you don’t categorise them as incest I’m fine with it, and if you do it’s like yeah that also works. Thor and Loki were raised as brothers but if there’s no blood connection... this is why the definition of incest itself is subject to who is defining it.

[iamartemisday]

Merry Christmas, Ms Foster! Day Seven

It turned out, everyone got a gift on Christmas Eve.

Jomungandr flipped through a book about Andy Warhol while Sif kissed the life out of Thor for her new pair of personalized boxing gloves. Darcy, who even Ian would’ve admitted was hard to shop for, seemed perfectly content with a thousand dollar gift card signed by Loki. Hela had already printed out two dozen photos on her new printer, one of which Fenrir stepped on as he flew his drone around the cabin. Frigga and Odin admired the keepsake boxes the triplets had made for them. Off to the side by the mirror, Jane helped Bucky into the new winter coat she’d bought him.

“How much did you spend on this?” he asked.

“No more than I spent on anyone else,” she said. “So what did you get me?”

“Remember back when all you wanted was a scientist Barbie for Christmas and your dad forgot to buy it?”

“Yeah.”

“Turns out, they don’t make those anymore.”

Jane rolled her eyes as he laughed and pulled her into a hug. They rejoined the party, Jane finding a spot by the fireplace to watch the kids play. So far, no one had started any fights, though if Fenrir ran over Hela’s pictures one more time, he might just get that drone thrown in his face. Someone had jazzy Christmas music playing on the flat screen. Jane tapped her foot to the beat, scanning the room for any sign of Loki.

She hadn’t seen him since the first present was opened.

Her trip into town had taken longer than she’d hoped. First a deer jumped in front of their car. Jane’s heart was still racing from that one. Then it took three separate stops to find exactly what she was looking for. Hallmark movies, among other things, had lied through their teeth about small mountain towns. All they had here were apathetic store owners tired from the holiday rush and a Starbucks. Finally the last owner tried to upcharge her twenty percent, and it was only Jane’s staunch refusal to be cheat that saved her from losing money. Bucky standing right behind her glaring at the guy might’ve also helped a little.

But that was all over and she had what she needed. Now she just had to find her giftee. 

She checked the kitchen first. That seemed to be his sanctuary whenever Thor got especially exuberant or if he just wanted a moment alone. When he wasn’t in there, she headed downstairs. The pool was empty, as was the gym. He wasn’t in his bedroom either, though his keys were still on the nightstand. 

Now she wandered back into the party. Thor and Sif had the kids together in a game of blind man’s bluff, laughing as a blindfolded Darcy snatched at the air a foot above Fenrir’s head.

“Your echolocation sucks,” he said, sidestepping another fruitless thrash of Darcy’s arm.

“Keep talking, kid, I’ll knock all your Santa hunting gear out the window!”

The chase continued as Jane’s eyes moved to the back window. A shadow on the trees made her look closer. It was Loki, standing in the middle of the snow, arms crossed, staring into the night like a watchman guarding against invaders. Jane kept him in her line of sight as she took her coat off the rack and walked outside. Wind slapped her across the face and sent her hair flying. She wrapped her arms around herself and kept walking. 

Loki didn’t turn around. “Don’t you want to enjoy the festivities?”

She stood beside him. “Don’t you?” 

“I will,” he said. He blew out a mouthful of air. “Sometimes I wish to be alone to think.”

“Alone outside in the middle of winter.”

“Yes,” he said. “I’m glad you understand.”

Jane chuckled. She wasn’t as cold as she was a moment ago. It was like he radiated warmth. “Did you like your present?”

She had given him a crochet scarf. Knowing that he was a billionaire and could easily by a hundred of whatever she got him, Jane had tossed aside all feelings of insecurity and bought him something she’d got for any male friend(?). He wore it now around his neck, tucked into his coat. That had to be a good sign.

“It is very useful,” he said. “You chose well.”

If that was the closest she’d get to a ‘thank you’ she’d take it. “Good, because I have one more thing for you.”

Loki turned his head as Jane reached into her pocket. “I thought we all agreed one present each.”

“This isn’t for Christmas,” she said, taking out a small wrapped box with a bow on top. For once, she was proud of her wrapping skills. “Happy Birthday.”

Loki eyed her, like he thought this was a trap and she’d pull a gun out any second. He took the box was some token hesitation and slid his finger through the tape. All the paper fell away, revealing a red and white box with a Christmas tree design. Inside the window, a larger cat cuddled with three kittens. All four wore green and red hats, scarves, and mittens. It was hard to tell inside a box, but a button on the back played a tinkling lullaby rendition of Silent Night. 

“It was a tradition for my parents,” Jane said. “Every year, they’d give each other a new ornament for the tree. Mom said it was because they were each other’s most special person.”

He looked at her. “Are you trying to imply something?”

She shrugged. “Not really. I know we’ve only known each other for a few months and… well, we did get off to a rocky start, but you are someone very special, Loki. Your whole family is. And I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you guys. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Loki swallowed. He opened the box and held the ornament to the light. One of the kittens sat on the father cat’s head while the other two cuddled close. All of them wore peaceful smiles. They were together and nothing else mattered.

“I know you’re wondering why I didn’t tell you,” he said.

“Hela told me you said you would,” Jane replied. 

He nodded. “I did consider it, don’t think I didn’t. There are just things about my life you don’t know. Things I may decide to tell you one day, but for now… well, in truth, I’ve never liked to think about the day of my birth.”

Jane took his hand. It happened involuntarily, but even after she came to her senses, she couldn’t let go. She didn’t really want to. “Even if you don’t, your kids love you so much. Your family loves you. I think even Bucky might almost be okay with you now.”

“The feeling is not mutual,” he said, but with a faint half-smile. 

“What I mean is, even if you don’t want to celebrate your birthday, you deserve the recognition,” Jane said. “You’re a great father, and not too bad a person either.”

They shared a long, lingering look (‘this is the part where sappy music plays and the kiss happens you know…’). Loki’s other hand came to rest on top their clasped ones. Jane bit her lip. He appeared to be staring at them, but then he glanced at a patch of bushes by the treeline 

“Did you know that’s a mistletoe plant?”

Jane started to laugh, but he did not. “Wait, seriously?”

“It would be a strange thing to lie about if I was,” he said. If Jane didn’t know better, she’d think he was getting closer.

“Well, it sounds like you meant to pick that and nail it to the ceiling,” she said, leaning in just a bit. “You know that’s how it’s supposed to work.”

“It must have slipped my mind.” He lowered his head.

“I guess so,” Jane could feel his breath on her face. “We both have a lot to think about.”

Her eyes fluttered. If there was ever a time to stop it was now. Everything was so warm…

“DAD!”

They jumped apart. Jormungandr ran through the snow, tripping twice, but never stopping.

“What is it, son?” Loki stopped to fix his hair before Jormungandr grabbed him. 

“We did it! We did it, Dad! We found Santa!”

He dragged Loki inside, Jane following close behind. Hela and Fenrir were at their stations. Their equipment was alive with lights and alarm bells. On the screen, Santa soared across the sky in a red sleigh, eight Reindeer running on air, guiding him through the night. With a mighty ‘Ho-ho-ho’, Santa sped out of view, but the minute of footage the children had gotten was enough for them.

“We did it!” Hela jumped into Jane’s arms and hugged her around the neck. “We did it! We did it!”

“You did,” Jane said, hugging her back. “I’m so proud of you guys.”

They danced around the room, pulling the adults into the festivities. Even Fenrir was on his feet, pulling Darcy into a spin. Jane put Hela down so she could hug her grandma next, then gave Loki a smirk.

“So did you pay a guy to dress a plane up like a sleigh,” she asked, “or was some kind of hologram?”

Loki smirked right back. “I don’t know what you mean, dear Jane. It’s like you don’t believe in Christmas miracles.”

Someone else might’ve wanted to slap him for that. Jane got up on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Loki.” 

He turned his head abruptly. Their lips brushed. “Merry Christmas, Jane.”

**

In the morning, Jane was up before anyone else. She walked into the living room, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Presents were piled under the tree for the kids and adults alike to devour. A multitude of decorations glittered in the early sun, including one new decoration settled right under the silver star. 

Jane reached up carefully and pressed the button. Silent Night played as she stood back, watching the little cats sleep. 

“So this is how my Christmas special goes,” Jane murmured, smiling at Loki’s door. “I think it’s been pretty good.”

[serpentevans]

Lonely // Self-Para

Who: Sam Evans, mentions of Dwight Evans, Mary Evans, Stacey Evans, Stevie Evans,  @southsidepey, and @northsidemarleyrose

What: Sam finds new ways to cope with the added stress in his life

When: Nov 22nd into November 23rd

Where: The Wyrm, Evans Trailer

Word Count: 3243

Triggers: Alcohol use, drug use, panic/anxiety attack

Song Inspiration: Lonely by Noah Cyrus

Anyone knew Sam Evans would likely describe him as a happy person. Someone who didn’t ever get upset too easily, and always found a way to go with the flow of the world around him. He was liked by many people in his community, mostly because he liked to follow a moral system of trying his hardest to never judge anyone. Growing up, Sam had a great life, in his mind. Sure, his family was dirt poor and his father was the second-in-command of a gang on the Southside of Riverdale, but he always thought things could’ve been worse. Despite every reason for his family to be a mess, it had always been the most stable thing in Sam’s life growing up. Which today made him feel like it was something he took for granted.

The past few weeks had been tough, more so than Sam would ever admit to anyone. Following the disappearance of Bruce Anderson, Dwight Evans decided that the best course of action, for his safety, was to flee Riverdale. Sam would’ve understood, or at least tried to understand, if he’d known beforehand. But instead, he’d woke up at 6 o’clock in the morning to the sound of his own mother’s cries, as she held the handwritten letter of one Dwight Evans in her hand. Sam’s father abandoned his family, in times where he was needed the most. Nothing had been the same since. Mary Evans, his mother, left her job as a maid for Riverdale’s middle class to permanently reside in her bed, the sounds of her cries deafening the ears of her children as each day passed. Stacey Evans, age 14, responded in a similar way, suffering from nightmares that woke everyone in the late hours of the night. Stevie Evans, age 15, however, had a much different reaction, one of anger. The youngest boy had always had a violent streak, which was only furthered by his father leaving. It took everything besides handcuffing Stevie to his bed to prevent him from joining the Ghoulies in retaliation. And then there was the eldest of the Evans. Sam discovered as of recently that he did a great job of playing a seemingly happy guy who wasn’t losing his mind. He had been the one keeping his family together, as fallen apart as they seemed. His days had started early in the morning, waking Stevie and Stacey up, making them lunch and walking them to school, making sure that they weren’t throwing their lives away because of what happened. Sam knew that he was destined to stay on the Southside for the rest of his life, but he would do everything he could to keep his siblings from falling down the rabbit hole and ruining their futures.

At 8AM, he was back in the trailer, making breakfast and waking his mother, bringing a plate to her bed. Seeing his mother was the hardest part of the day for Sam, because he didn’t know if he could save her. He kept throwing away the alcohol in the house, but somehow, she found ways to get more. It broke Sam’s heart that he couldn’t help his own mother, just praying that she wasn’t too far gone, even if he secretly knew that she was. In his latest attempts to make his sister happier in the midst of their situation, Sam had taken another responsibility for a new member of his family. Sam thought having a dog would be helpful, but Loki had ending up stressing him out even more. The constant mess around the house and training, all of which he took care of, meant Sam could never find a moment to himself. He tried to find a couple hours in between all of it to just go for a run, but he was already so exhausted from everything. He’d found solace in some of the people in his life, like Peyton. Everything felt like it had been going well, at least until he found out she’d slept with Sebastian and Asher. Most days felt like the forces of nature were working against Sam, getting him back for being so blissfully, ignorantly happy when he was younger. He felt hurt, similar to how he had felt with Marley. Once again, he’d gone back to the feeling of never being good enough for anyone, never being anyone’s first choice. And it sucked. Sam had always known that he could never offer someone the full package. He knew he wasn’t smart, that he wouldn’t ever have an upstanding job or normal life, but deep down he just wanted someone who wanted him back, for everything he was and everything he wasn’t. Peyton and Marley were both way out of his league, which is probably why he wasn’t good enough for either of them.

But for the first time in his life, Sam felt broken, absolutely and utterly broken He hadn’t been allowed to have any feelings these past few weeks. All his hurt, his anger, his sadness, stayed inside of him, bottled up and hidden. He couldn’t fall apart, not now, not when he was responsible for everyone around him. So, Sam smiled his way through all his pain, diminishing his issues to a “complicated home life” and telling Peyton that he just had to “process everything.” He’d rather feel nothing, instead of whatever he was feeling right now. Even after everything, he wasn’t ready to lose her yet, not knowing if he would be okay with her not in his life. She’d made him feel so happy before everything. It was the only time he really found himself smiling, genuinely. But what he heard… it hurt, it hurt like hell. He wasn’t sure what would happen with him and Peyton, if they’d still be together. Sam told he’d text her tomorrow, which he would, he just needed something to make him feel better, to get him through another night. He’d been through so much in such a short time, and he felt like he didn’t have anyone to turn to, completely alone in his terrible struggles. Which is why Sam made a call that might’ve been his worst decision yet.

He’d planned to go to the Wyrm after being at the Secret Garden, hoping to just get a few drinks in to help get him through another night. The night had been going normal, so far. Sam had gotten a cab after seeing Peyton, heading to the bar, his mind full and distraught. He’d sat at the bar for a few hours, drinking anything he could get his hands on. Whiskey, vodka, tequila, rum, he’d had it all, drinking until the sun set. He knew he should’ve just gone home, but his body and mind was too drained to take care of anyone at the moment. It was ironic to Sam, taking care of people when he didn’t even really know how to take care of himself. He’d kept drinking and drinking, wishing it had been stronger. And in a moment of weakness, Sam did find something stronger, something that had the ability to wreck his life, or save it.

Before Derek Gilbert came along, effectively sending the Southside into havoc, Sam had been good friends with many of the Ghoulies, considering he went to the same high school as all of them and tensions between them hadn’t been bad in years. Sam had lost contact with most of them since, but still knew a couple of lower-rank members who would help him out without letting their boss know. Sam shot a text to one of the Ghoulies, Eric, getting a response within a few minutes. Sam stumbled off of his chair, throwing his jacket on his body and cash on the bar top before exiting, towards the back of the bar. He’d given a quick handshake to the guy, who asked him what he was looking for. Sam didn’t know the first thing about buying drugs, let alone what he needed. But he wasn’t about to tell his dealer that he had never done drugs in his life, “Just… Give me anything you’ve got.”

About ten minutes later, Sam had walked away from Eric with his wallet lighter and his chest beating harder than ever. His father had always made him promise he’d never do anything that could ruin him, especially drugs, but then again, where was he now? Being the man of the house meant not losing his cool, not letting anything affect him, doing what he had to do to be there for him. He knew he had to keep the buy a secret. If anyone found out he was buying drugs from a Ghoulie in the middle of a full fledged war, he didn’t know what would happen to him, or his family. So, he kept things off the table, paid him extra to make sure he’d keep his mouth shut. Sam could feel himself falling into darkness, but what choice did he have? He was going to put his family first, always. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t do everything in his power to salvage what was left of the Evans family.

Sam snuck back into the Wyrm, finding his way to the bathroom. He opened the handicap stall and locking it behind him, pacing around for a few minutes, the pill bottle and plastic baggie weighing down in the pocket of his jacket. His mind was racing, and he was second guessing every decision he had made. The thoughts overwhelmed his brain as he felt a headache come on. Sam eventually gripped onto the sides of the sink, his head dropping as he let out short breaths. He looked up, staring back at the reflection in the mirror. He looked disheveled, completely out of it. Sam knew he couldn’t go on like this. He hadn’t even let himself cry over his father leaving, not even knowing if the man was still alive. He knew if he admitted how he felt out loud, he wouldn’t be able to come back from it. He wouldn’t be able to help his family and be with Peyton. It would be selfish, to compromise his relationships because he couldn’t keep it together. Eric had told him it’d help with suppressing everything, and that was what he needed. Deciding he couldn’t stand in the bathroom stall forever, Sam picked the pill bottle out of his jacket pocket. With a shaky hand, he opened the cap and poured two Xanax’s into his palm. He took a breath before popping them into his mouth and swallowing them dry.

Stuffing the bottle back into his pockets, Sam took out his second purchase, one that he’d really ever only seen in the movies. He’d really ever only smoked weed, but that was back in high school, never even wanting to try anything harder. Sam never needed it at the time, his life was fine, and he was still happy. Things had changed, when reality hit him harder in the face than he could’ve ever imagined. He poured out some of the white powder onto the edge of the sink carefully, lining it up into two straight lines with his pinky. It was hard for him to stay steady, as he swallowed hard and blinked. Sam bent down, bringing one of his fingers up to press one of his nostrils. He let his nose run over the white line, snorting it and doing the same with the second one. His nose hurt like hell, but he ignored it, sticking the bag into his pocket and wiping his nose of the excess. Sam gave himself one last look in the mirror, running his hands through his hair and exiting the bathroom, back into the bar.

He’d taken a seat at the counter again, ordering another shot, taking it down swiftly. This time, however, Sam noticed that he wasn’t alone this time, a girl seated next to him. At first, he didn’t pay her any attention, just wanting to get a few more drinks in before going home. But at some point, between the switch from vodka to tequila, he felt her hand on his thigh. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it, so Sam let her keep her hand there, knowing it probably wouldn’t go anywhere. But his mind was getting hazed from the combination of the drugs and alcohol, and he wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of loneliness still in his mind or the bad choices his mental state was bringing on. Before he knew it, he found himself in the women’s bathroom, pushing this girl who’s name he didn’t even know against the bathroom stall. His lips were moving feverishly against hers, her hands unbuckling his pants.

The back of his mind was telling him this was a terrible idea. That if Peyton found out about this, she’d be so hurt, more so than she already was. But the front of it was telling him, what the hell? Here in front of him was a girl that actually wanted him, no strings attached. He’d let himself fall for girls he clearly wasn’t worthy of, only to get hurt, every damn time. Maybe he was just destined for one-night-stands in bathroom stalls with bar girls, even if it was the opposite of what he wanted. So, against Sam’s better judgement, he took the gorgeous girl in front of him, fucking her quick and without emotion. He forgot about Peyton and his mom and his siblings and every other person in his life. It was the most selfish thing Sam had done, and he was sure he’d be full of regret by the morning. But Sam was forced into living his life based around everyone else, and tonight was the first time he was doing something for himself. Maybe it made him a bad person, but maybe he wasn’t supposed to be the nice guy, since that just seemed to get him hurt.

Even with all the drugs in his system, he felt terrible after the hook-up. He couldn’t go home in a bad mood, knowing he’d still have to stay up and take care of his family, and he was well over the enforced maximum at the bar, so Sam stayed back in the bathroom after the woman had left. Leaning against the wall, Sam let out another sigh, stepping forward again towards the sink and pulling out the coke from his pocket. He formed another two lines, taking them in through his nose, holding onto the sink as he felt the effects set in. Just for the tonight. That’s what he told himself anyways, that the drugs were a one-time thing because of everything that had happened today. He’d throw it all out by the morning. His mind relaxed again, finding the exit of the bar and getting a cab back to the trailer park.

The time had been just shy of 12 AM when Sam got home, his mother passed out on the couch with another empty bottle of whiskey next to her. He let out a sigh, dumping the bottle into the trash can and carefully picking her and carrying into her room. He set her on the bed, draping the sheets over her body and shutting her bedroom lights off. Sam walked back into the living room, picking up the trash Loki had left around to today, letting him out for a minute on a leash before returning back inside. He checked on Stacey and Stevie, making sure they were in their beds, turning the rest of the lights on in the trailer. Finally making his way to his room. He felt… lighter, calmer. For the first time in a while, he didn’t feel completely stressed and overwhelmed, which he took as a plus. As long as he didn’t go overboard, he’d be fine, right? Sam had settled comfortably, letting his eyes close and felt himself drift off.

He had only been sleeping for three hours when the screams started, Stacey’s nightmares. His eyes opened up, his face feeling odd, almost as if there was some kind of dried liquid on it. He rushed out of bed into the bathroom, his mind deafened by the sound of her screams. As Sam faced his reflection, he mumbled out “Shit,” under his breath, noticing the blood smeared across his face, caused by a nosebleed. He quickly wet a towel, rubbing it over his face, his head pounding as he scrubbed away the blood, running into his sibling’s room. He quickly sat himself on her bed, cradling Stacey’s body into his, letting her rock back and forth in his lap, running his hands through her hair as he felt another one of his shirts be soaked by tears. Stevie had gone back to bed as Sam remained in the room, still holding onto Stacey, still calming down from her bad dream. She could never tell him what they were, but he could only imagine that they had something to do with their dad. Whispering into her ear that everything was okay, despite it being so far from the truth. Sam still felt calm, like he had a better handle of things, likely due to how the drugs were affecting his system, and she stayed with her until she was better enough to go back to bed.

He headed back to his room, sighing and settling into bed again. This time, it wasn’t as easy to fall asleep, Sam’s mind overwhelmed from dealing with one of Stacey’s incidents. He tossed and turned for 20 minutes, like how he’d been sleeping in the past few weeks. He’d get about three hours of sleep in a night, pretty much because it took him so long to fall asleep, with his mind too occupied to ever relax. Sam finally picked up the pill bottle from his nightstand and popped a pill in his mouth, setting the bottle back and laying on his back, forcing his eyes closed. He drifted off into sleep soon after, letting himself get a little more sleep before waking up again to rinse and repeat.

By morning, Sam was feeling the aftereffects, his head pounding from a hangover. He went about his daily routine, finding himself in the kitchen after, eating his breakfast. Without even thinking about, Sam pulled out his pill bottle, taking a pill in his mouth. He didn’t really know why… it just felt natural, like his body was telling he needed. Besides, he thought taking a few more wouldn’t hurt. He’d read online Xanax was a prescribed drug, so it had to be safe for people to use. He shot a text to Eric, telling him he’d need some more. He wasn’t sure about the coke, considering the terrible hangover he had, but he figured there wouldn’t really be any harm if he didn’t overuse, and he did end up liking the high it gave him. He just needed to get through the day, handle all of his responsibilities, and make sure he could keep it together. He convinced himself that he’d be fine, that everything he was doing would just be temporary for the time being. Sam’s phone buzzed, Eric telling him to say where and when. Eric seemed okay enough, they’d known each other in high school, so he thought he’d be fine just getting what he needed from him. Anything that was going to help him, right?