#Loki not usually fighting with much magic and then occasionally he does and everyone is spooked out the rest of the trip

[worstloki]

wherein magecraft is looked at weirdly not because of non-warrior reasons but because of it’s-too-warriory reasons. You can kill a giant monster with an incomprehensible string of words, and all the non-mages know they don’t have a way to fight that.

[ninjakitty15]

Chapter 22: Deader is Better (Loki x OFC Pairing)

It was exactly one day before the greatest holiday of all time, and not just because I was the most powerful I'd ever be that year. The streets were packed with people, every parking lot was booked solid, every parking space even, residents were even renting out some of their spaces for pocket money. Loki and I helped out Zari with her little store in exchange for letting us crash at her place, Loki was both surprised and delighted by how accepting people were of him even after asking if he was who he was. I explained to him that while the country as a whole has a longass way before it can be completely progressive and welcoming, Salem, being one of the first historical places here that destroyed itself in fear and intolerance, was probably the first to turn that around. It went from burning, hanging, crushing, and torturing people that were considered different and therefore dangerous to welcoming the different and weird as one of their own. No one even cared he took over New York, what they saw was an alien army attacking the city and a god that brought a bunch of heroes together to stop them.

"If Asgard were still around, I wish it had a city like this, celebrating magic and welcoming the weird as you'd say," mused Loki.

"Isn't there a realm entirely like that? Where the Light Elves live?"

"Look at you, trying to learn my culture," he teased. "It was where my mother learned magic and passed it onto me, yes. But we didn't go there often enough for me to call it another home. Most of the time, if we went anywhere it was to beat the natives into submission thanks entirely to Thor."

"For all the advancements your people had on us, the technology, the magic, the fuckton more years in a lifespan, you're not that far off in some idealogies from us. Rarely does peaceful methods end a dispute between peoples. Oh sure, there's been tons of times we tried that, it rarely works in our favor though. Peaceful rallies or marches are usually ended with police brutality they claim is the right way even when they're throwing tear gas grenades at unarmed civilians, tazing random protesters they later claim as dangerous, or just blasting them with high pressured firemen hoses. It always ends badly, with injuries, false claims, and injustice. I'd seriously love to meet Odin just to tell him he ain't special."

Loki smiled at this and kissing the top of my head. "I shouldn't be proud of you despising him like I did, but I am anyway. I am glad you met my mother in some form though, I had a feeling she'd like you."

"She told me to trust you and that in doing so, you'd stay with me as no one else besides Thor if even that, has trusted you since you came here indefinitely. A lonely existence that is, everyone keeping you at arms length. I can understand that, outside of Salem, skin color alone is an excuse not to trust someone, people see someone that looks like they're past their expiration date like me and they go running. Hell, even hair color or skin ink can keep you from getting jobs here, we're still an extremely regressive country. Not worth saving anytime soon."

"Then why bother?"

"Because unfortunately I'm one of the idiots inhabiting it with no way to some place better."

"I asked Thor why he fought so hard to protect this speck of a planet once, don't recall him giving me a good answer but yours shall suffice, if nothing else, because you're part of it."

"Whoa, hold your eight legged horses, you really don't need to do that...at all. Just find a way out of here if we can't at least save this city, the Avengers can handle this planet and if they can't...well at least they tried right? We don't need to get involved when neither of us signed any kind of hero contract like they did."

"You sure?"

"I'm not just sure...I'm HIV positive."

"You'd have to be alive to contract that disease and I'm not quite sure it would transmit to something already dead."

I opened my mouth to retaliate but something else stayed my tongue for a moment, something felt wrong, unnatural even. "Listen...do you smell that?" I asked curiously. Loki didn't get a chance to answer as a great surge of necro-power struck me full force and I was sent flying back several feet away, breaking several trees of the park we were enjoying till then along the way before my back slammed against a particularly thick one and I stopped flying. A dull pain exploded from my chest mere inches from where the stone was protecting my important bits and cool black blood lightly dripped from my lips. I looked down at where the pain came from and blinked in surprise.

"Oh look I've been impaled," I mused before breaking off the branch sticking out of my body and stepped away from the tree behind me. I looked for the source of the power surge and glared as I spotted the culprit walking toward us.

"Are you hurt?" asked Loki warily.

"Just a flesh wound," I assured him, gathering power from behind into my arms and fists. "You might wanna sit this one out though."

"No no, let him try," the attacker taunted as he got closer to us.

"I knew I smelled something rotten in the wind," I muttered. "What is it this time? First the heart, now the brain rotting away, would make sense if it was you that sold us all out."

The man before us glowered at me then flashed rotting, blackened teeth, while for the most part he looked alive, he was essentially rotting from the inside out. "You aren't the only one with a stone organ, my head will remain just as much as your heart does till I rip that out of you."

I arched an eyebrow. "Lemme guess, one of your Hydra buddies was a brain surgeon or so he claims. They all think themselves doctors of something that organization, not one medical degree posted when I was with them though, kinda makes you wonder."

"They don't need doctors for corpses," he snapped.

"You sure you're not braindead? Cuz I'm sure coroners and morticians both require a medical degree to be licensed with the job."

"Have a few run-ins with those folks have you?" he sneered. "You know the best part about you was at the very least being a warm body at the end of the day, now you don't even have that."

I snorted at his attempt to insult me. "Oh hun, the best part of you ran down your mother's legs. You gonna bark all day, you little bitch, or are you gonna bite?"

He held his hands to his head and another ball of smoke and lightning came hurtling at us but this time it was aiming for Loki at breathtaking speed, he was essentially pulling an Azula on me thinking I'd either let Loki get hit or take it myself but I saw his Azula and raised him a Dumbledore, telling my guiding spirits to yank him away from the path of the ball as I wouldn't be fast enough to help myself. I waved my hand toward Loki and he was suddenly swept aside and away from the direct battle ahead. Loki scrambled to his feet, a dagger in each hand and returning to his battle armor swiftly, glancing at me in shock. I mouthed a sorry to him before focusing all my attention to the rotten necromancer in front of me.

"Targeting what's mine isn't your best move when you really don't need to give me more motives to decapitate you than you already have," I warned.

"I know he's your weakness though. I want to see just how weak he really makes you," he sneered. "If what doesn't kill you makes you strong, what about when you're already dead."

"You're well on your way to finding that out yourself, hun. I can help answer that for you though." I thrust out a hand and black lightning flew from my fingertips. My rival managed to shield some of it with his own magic but as he wasn't a demi god the impact of that much power still sent him flying back. I didn't wait for him to get up though as I charged at him with a ball of power around each fist.

He rolled away right before I could punch in his head and destroy the stone inside it and got to his feet as I stood up, charging at me as I straightened up so we were suddenly toe to toe trying to kill each other. For a solid few minutes it was just dodging and exchanging blows and balls of energy before he decided to get sneaky and tried to slash me with his ceremonial dagger hidden in his boot. I dodged it just enough to not actually cut me but it did do some damage to my hoodie which had me glaring at him as I loved my hoodies. From there, it was throwing either each other, balls of power, or punches at each other with him occasionally trying to throw power at Loki who quickly learned to keep an eye on his attacks as much as I was without interfering, this wasn't his fight anymore. The ground around us was starting to look barren and dead from the effects of our powers used against one another, the grass brittle and brown. We both paused for a moment, both battered and frustrated neither of us were getting the upper hand with what we were doing.

"Why won't you stay down?!" he demanded.

I scoffed. "What is dead can never die. What's your dilemma here? What did Hydra even offer you to make you switch sides?"

"A chance to be something greater than this, the other necromancer, to be a demigod."

"And how's that working out for you?" I asked in bemusement. "They aren't higher powers, they're hired powers, there's a difference. There's no cutting corners on that one, ask nicely or die trying. How did you know where to find me? On the plane?"

"I had a spook tail you, not all the spirits are on your side you know."

"The good ones are, the rest are usually locked or exorcised so kudos on finding one of the select few willing to help a brother out."

He narrowed his eyes at me, collecting powers as he did. "If I'm not given what I want, then I'll have to take it myself just like I did with the other necromancers that went against me."

"And that's why no matter where that stone is surgically implanted in you, you will never be one of us, going against your own kind for something you'll never get." I lowered one hand to the ground and reached into the earth with just death magic alone, calling for something very specific as I waited for him to make the first move this time. "Especially not from me."

"And what makes you so special?" he demanded.

"Come here and find out." He lunged forward, taking the bait and I dropped to one knee at the last second, dodging his power-fist at the same time a rotted hand burst from the ground with my own dagger I snatched up and sliced into my enemy's rotted guts. He stumbled back, his free hand going to his stomach as he was weakened but not done for, the stone keeping him barely alive inside him. "Almost seems pointless since you're already decaying inside."

He looked at the wound I gave him from my dagger and glared at me as it was already speeding up the process. "You little cunt."

"Let me guess, you're gonna kill me, right? Join the line of people with empty threats they never finish."

Black lightning danced around his head and down to his body, staving off the spreading death from reaching his neck but not healing the blade wound either. "Should I rip out your soul first or your stone?"

"You say that like you've actually gotten the upper hand in this fight but who here has the unhealed wound and who here has survived worse?" I retorted.

He sneered at me with his rotten teeth and lunged forward once more but being the slimy little bastard he was, pulled his dagger apart so there were actually two identical ones and threw one at my leg while making a bee line around me with the other dagger at Loki. I gritted my teeth as the dagger hit its mark in my thigh and not wasting time even to take it out of me, threw a power ball at him from behind so he couldn't dodge it and sent him off his course to my lover. I then took out the dagger in my leg and limped over to the bastard despite the agony burning through the entire limb. I didn't wait for him to get up and kicked him hard in the head right where I guessed the stone was before aiming for the wound I gave him with my blade. "Silly asshat, kicks are for ribs." His snapped under my leather boots. He tried to throw the other knife he still had at Loki but I caught it this time and dissolved the twin dagger like I did the one in my leg. I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up, and slamming into another park tree while holding him in place.

"You really wanna know why you can't kill me after all this time?" I challenged.

"You don't scare me, Nell," he choked out.

I recalled what the Wiccan seer had told me and let go of everything holding me back. "I can fix that. You can't kill a Horsemen." A different kind of power rippled throughout my body, not necromancy, but something stronger, eternal and deadly and incomparable. The entire arm and hand holding him up was skeletal as was half my face and that's when fear started to leak into his. He fought and wiggled in my grasp, trying to pry my bones off his neck but my finger bones just dug in deeper while he kicked at me. I raised my free hand, also all bones, and went for his head, aiming for the stone still managing to keep him alive when his throat was slowly being punctured and torn. And then the world seemed to pause, everything went silent and still, everything was frozen even including most of me as I couldn't seem to reach the stone in his head but was poised to grab it out of his forehead. And then something else happened, something that only happened to me when something very specific was coming. I got what Peter Parker would call the "the Peter tingle" and chills ran up and down my body despite the whole lack of nerves and feelings thing I had being a skeleton.

[fablesrose]

Of Kings and Shadows XXIII

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Notes: It’s a little short for the time it took, sorry!

On Wattpad –> Here

Masterlist

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The mind is a tricky place.

Effortless to become lost in, easy to meddle with, hard to break, difficult to control, and nearly impossible to put back in its place.

The mind requires both precision and respect. Neither can be given as a gift, only learned. Usually, they are developed together along with the ability to penetrate the mind. Wanda was given the ability without the required time for respect. Perhaps deep inside she knew it, that that was why Loki was placed in charge of the mission of Y/n's mind. She was still sharpening her magic's blade to be a steel knife. Loki, on the other hand, was sharper than obsidian.

That's why in the heat of battle, the Avengers were put in charge of keeping the opposing agents at bay and away from Queen and Loki while also defending themselves from attacks. It is well within Loki's abilities to multitask with mind magic and dueling, but this was a special case. Loki hung closer to the back and threw up a shield for good measure. He put minimal attention to the battle around him with occasionally taking out an agent if needed.

The rest of his focus and energy was put into exploring the folds and shadows of what used to be Y/n's mind. The surface was worryingly dark to him, not at all what he imagined the original Y/n's mind to be.

He dug deeper and found it somewhat difficult, every mind is different and has a different 'texture' and consistency, but Y/n's functioned differently than anyone he had ever seen. It was like it was actively trying to keep him out, with half a moment of pushing through sludge, to falling forward suddenly with thin and lightning-fast decisions of battle. It was puzzling, usually only those with mental abilities are able to protect themselves or even sense someone was infiltrating the mind unless the infiltrator specifically makes contact. As far as they knew she didn't have any mental magic, but he pushed through to see what was bouncing around in there. He was able to get far enough to start seeing flashes of assignments and missions that were numbered many times more than they had ever thought.

Some were horrific and brutal. Some were stealth with her blending with the shadows like she was born there. It was fascinating... and almost nauseating. Eventually, he had to refocus himself on what his actual mission was: make contact, try to see how much of the old, the good Y/n is still in here, and find if there are any weaknesses they could use.

He repeated her name over and over to himself to keep him on-mission. As he did so the pattern around him changed as if she was only then made aware of his presence.

A voice spoke to him that sounded only vaguely familiar, 'Y/n is not here.'

Loki realized he must have mistakenly projected his thoughts into telepathy instead of privately. At first, he wondered if he remembered her voice incorrectly since it has been so long since he's heard it, but the dark and almost unnaturally smooth quality told him otherwise. He believed her--partly--he believed that he was not talking to Y/n. 'To whom am I speaking then?'

'I've gone by many names as I'm sure you've seen on some of those files. Around here they just call me Queen. Y/n seems to think that I've evolved and have always been here, she calls me Noxy. You may call me what you like.'

There was a spark of hope at her words, 'So Y/n is here.'

There was a pause, 'She won't be for long. I'm actually surprised that she's lasted this long. Existing anyway. Not surprised at the state she's in.'

That was all it took for Loki to dig deeper into her mind, leaving whatever abomination was controlling Y/n's body to try to find something, anything to stop the rampage and hopefully save the woman he would like to call his friend.

He went farther past the missions, the strategies, and manipulation 101. He was about to give up on trying to find Y/n and start scavenging to find weaknesses when he approached the far reaches of her mind. That's when he began to hear faint traces of music. He followed it to a small corner that didn't reflect the dark sludge around him. It was colorful and light, but he didn't fail to notice the fingers of dark shadows invading the area, causing it to fade and turn a bit grey.

The rhythm of decisions being made now made sense. The brain does not have the ability to truly multitask. Instead, it switches back and forth between tasks quicker than we can register. Her mind wasn't trying to keep him out, her mind was just switching between this Noxy character and Y/n.

The song seemed familiar, but the lyrics being sung hardly made sense.

He tried to reach out to her, calling her name, but nothing seemed to snap her to pay any attention to him. It was just that snippet of a song playing on a loop and scrambled flashes of pictures, memories, all of them incoherent.

Blinded by the light...

revekjsmed up like a dochewekf.

Ansldkjthor rumner in the night!

He would be lying if he said it didn't scare him. Not even his own thoughts were ever this disarranged, and he has been called mad far more than his fair share of times. It became abundantly clear that he wasn't going to get through to her and he began to lose the small spark of hope that he got before.

Loki did the mental equivalent of sitting down with a huff and tried to think of what to do next. This was becoming more difficult than he had hoped. As he sat there he really paid attention to the music since that was the only thing Y/n was giving him.

He must admit that it took longer than it should have for the song to click and that maybe Y/n was trying to tell him something through it. It nearly broke his heart that even when she didn't have all of her pieces put together that she was still trying to give them something to work with. Something to beat her with.

At least, that's what he hoped she was doing. He kinda wanted a deep moment.

Loki snapped back to the battle outside of his mind and smacked his head for all of them being so stupid, including himself, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.

"Stark!" Loki yelled through the comms, throwing himself back into the battle.

"What? What have ya got?" Tony continued to blast at black spears being launched at him and Hydra agents that kept coming and didn't seem to have an end.

Loki flung daggers with deadly accuracy while slicing down any agent that came into his path, "What is the opposite of darkness?"

"Really? You're gonna give me riddles? Light... Light is the opposite of dark."

"And if there is enough light?"

"No darkness at all."

Loki nodded to himself, "Do you think we can get enough light?"

There was a pause while Tony did some calculations, "I don't know, but we can damn well try."

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I had that feeling when you're zoned out and someone calls your name but you don't notice until five minutes after the fact? I was so focused on the song... It was so important. When I snapped out of making sure the song kept playing, something was different.

I couldn't put my finger on it--figuratively or literally--what exactly was different, I mean, I'm the only one who could rearrange things in my little corner, so maybe I was just going crazy. More crazy anyway.

I spent a moment puzzling over the strange feeling before I felt her body succumb to waves of exhaustion out of nowhere. I hadn't felt that kind of exhaustion in a long time, but I knew what it was all too well. It reminded me of the lightroom.

I was scared, I hadn't been in the lightroom since Noxy took over, but maybe something changed.

I finally decided to see what was going on in the outside world and I wasn't sure if I was going to like what I saw. I didn't want to see the stark white walls and the electric shocks. I tentatively paid attention to what was going on and a bittersweet feeling overcame me.

Noxy had her hands out and tried to shoot her spears of darkness at the Avengers... and others I didn't recognize. The pitch-black material that made up her weapons became smaller and smaller, not flying as far as they normally would, and some even fizzled away at her fingertips. I could tell that we didn't have the energy to keep the fight going.

The reason why is that everywhere I could see there were lights shining on me. Lights from the building behind me, some sort of aircraft above me had a spotlight trained on me, and every Avenger that was able had some sort of light fixed on me. They weren't perfect. There were shadows that Noxy was pulling energy from, but they were small and the sheer force and brightness of the light coming from Thor's lighting, Tony's repulsors from both of the suits, even Cap had his shield reflecting light at me, it all made it so the shadows weren't enough.

Nevertheless, the light wasn't enough to drop us.

Since she could draw upon the shadows, Noxy pulled out a gun and a whip from her belt.

All at once, I could hear everyone I had ever met, including myself say, "Kinky."

I didn't remember ever seeing it before, let alone using it, training with it. For a moment I felt like Indiana Jones with the bullwhip at her side. I could see it wasn't perfectly smooth and that there were bits and pieces of shiny material woven into it. I instinctively knew that it would be extremely painful to be hit with.

Noxy cracked it easily and began to advance towards the heroes. She only took two steps before there was a sharp prick in the neck. Noxy pulled out what looked to be a horse tranquilizer. Her eyes snapped to the direction it came from to see Clint crouched in a tree, bow slung across his back. He emptied the barrel in one fluid motion and shot a loose salute in our direction, but despite the lightness of it, there wasn't a smile on his face.

I could feel her body begin to shake as it became difficult to stand steady. She raised her gun to shoot at Clint, but her hand was trembling too bad to take aim. Noxy dropped the whip to steady her gun, but her eyes drooped in exhaustion. My already limited range of sight began to shrink even more and then the world became dizzy, I became dizzy? I wasn't sure anymore. The one thing I did know was that as I was falling to the ground it felt like there was a whole new presence in my head. It was soft, hardly noticeable, but before I could figure out what was going on, we blacked out.

[imagine-loki]

Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

TITLE: Soulbonds and Fairy Dust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 41/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine one of the fae has been helping the Avengers, jumping in to help them on missions and vanishing before Shield can bring her in.  Loki joins the team and convinces her to come talk to the team and consider joining before Shield takes more drastic measures. RATING: T (so far)  NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 here

The next emergency was called the very next day while you and Loki were enjoying some alone time in what had been Loki’s room, but was quickly becoming your shared room. 

Loki growled in aggravation.  At least you’d finished your… activity… before the alarm went off.  Loki would be in a much more terrible mood if you’d been interrupted.  And no one wanted to see him that pissed off.  “I don’t wanna go,” Loki whined like a toddler and buried his face in your chest to hide from the alarm.  Very mature.  

You stroked his hair with a fond smile.  “I know,” you told him gently.  “But you have to,” she reminded him. He was on Midgard serving penance after all, which meant he had to go with the team on missions.  

A ping came across the Jarvis screen on the nightstand with a message that you weren’t to come on this mission.  You were too new to the team and Cap didn’t want someone untested on this trip. Which was ridiculous.  You were plenty well tested in the field, just not this field.  You glared at the screen when it told you that, then looked over at Loki.  “I’m coming with you, rules or no,” you informed him firmly.

Loki nodded, accepting your words as truth.  The fae didn’t lie after all.  “Are you sure?” He didn’t want you hurt, but wouldn’t stop you from coming. 

You nodded, your fists clenched in case he decided to argue with you, though you doubted he would. “Also not planning on telling Cap about it until it’s too late,” you added with a smirk, hoping your mischief god of a soulbond was as much of a trickster as you remembered.

Loki laughed.  “Sounds absolutely perfect,” he purred, clearly glad that you were still as much into mischief as he remembered.  

You stood and your armor shimmered into place as you did.  Loki did the same, though you saw that he really didn’t want to leave the bed.  You couldn’t exactly blame him.  Once his armor was in place, you shifted to demi-form and hid under his hair where you wouldn’t be seen, perched on his shoulder.  

Loki chuckled at your sneaky method of getting past Cap.  /Comfortable?/ he teased telepathically. 

You huffed /Do you have a better plan?/ you replied.  You were proud of your plan. He didn’t have to make fun. 

/No. I was just teasing/ he reassured you gently.  He was beginning to suspect that your emotions were heightened when you were in demi-form. 

/Thank the Norns you have long hair or this wouldn’t work,/ you reminded him as you held onto a lock of his hair.  Loki chuckled as he left the room to head to the common room where the team was gathering to find out what the problem was.  He was grabbed along the way and told about the Hydra agents and monsters as the team went up to the jet.  

“Sig isn’t seeing you off?” Thor asked Loki, concerned that something was wrong with your relationship.  Which was sweet.  Except that Thor was an idiot and fucking up his own relationship. 

“We said our farewells upstairs, brother,” Loki lied effortlessly.  It was amazing that after all the centuries of knowing each other, Thor could never tell when Loki was lying.  Especially since Loki was the god of lies.  “She really does hate sending me off without her. You know that,” Loki added for emphasis to sell his lie.  

Thor nodded and gave Loki a sympathetic look.  “I know, brother. We just wish for her to be safe,” he replied, knowing that you had been excluded from this mission for a stupid reason.  The team occasionally saw you as weak since they didn’t really know what you could do. 

“I know. It just isn’t fair to her,” Loki replied with a glare at Cap’s back. 

“I’d rather seem unfair than see her taken from us again,” Thor replied cautiously.  He was kindhearted for someone who was such an oaf. 

“I agree. I wouldn’t be able to take losing her again,” Loki agreed and you could see him fight the urge to reach up and touch you to reassure himself that you were still there. 

/You better not be thinking of sending me back/ you grumbled at him.  He was sounding too worried. 

/Don’t worry. I’m not. Just be careful, ok?/ Loki replied, still sounding worried.

/Of course I’m going to be careful/ you huffed.  You weren’t stupid

/Then you don’t have to worry about me sending you home./ Loki reassured you.

It wasn’t long before you reached the raging battle.  /Get ready, darling./ Loki warned you before he jumped into the fray with you clutching onto his collar for balance.  reach the raging battle below loki immediately jumps into the fray.  You peeked out from your hiding spot to watch.

As soon as he jumped into the battle, he, and ever member of the team were swarmed by tons of enemies.  You jumped off of his shoulder behind him, shifting to full size as you fought back to back with him.  The pair of you were a force to be reckoned with.  You fought nearly identically, both of you were fast and fought with both magic and blades.  You took down any and every adversary that dared to get close to you or your Loki, fighting with a vicious grace. 

You suddenly grabbed Loki and hauled him behind you as a fire breathing creature attacked, dragonscales rippling over your skin as you placed yourself between the creature and Loki.  Loki whirled, forced into a battle with a different creature who had attempted to attack you from behind.  You quickly dispatched the fire breathing creature, safely immune to fire with your dragon scales.  

“I feel like they’re going too easy on us, Sig,” Loki teased.  He was having fun fighting side by side with you.

You laughed as your dragon scales faded away.  You’d missed this, missed this side of him, missed being together so companionably too.  “They definitely are!” You agreed.

Loki mock-pouted “It’s unfair. I was looking forward to a challenge,” he whined as he stabbed a creature with one efficient kill. 

You giggled at your silly Loki, but yelped when a stray bolt of lightning flew your way.  You grabbed Loki, jumping into the sky as your wings unfurled from your back in one well-practiced movement.  Loki gripped onto you tightly, shocked and hating flying as per usual.  “What the-?” He demanded.

“Lightning. Your idiot brother probably wasn’t watching what he was doing.  Sorry it was the easiest way to keep us from getting fried,” you said, holding Loki firmly while you were in the air.  You stayed above the ground for a minute before you landed again, fading your wings when it was safe.  

It only took another minute to clear the battlefield.  Loki looked around when everything was dead or captured. “Now what?” He asked, pleased with the fairly easy battle.

“Now, you explain what the hell she’s doing here!” Cap snarled, glaring at you.  You yelped at his reacting and clutched onto Loki’s arm.

Loki glared at Cap, angry with the soldier for scaring you when he had no right.  “Back off, Captain. She has a right to be here,”

“She is supposed to be back at the tower where she’s safe from those pursuing her,” Cap reminded you both firmly.  

Thor had strolled over and shrugged innocently.  “You expect a Lady of Asgard to remain behind when her soulbond is in danger? She can clearly handle herself,” Thor defended you.  Perhaps he hadn’t been so oafish after all.  For once.  

Loki nodded his agreement and tried to rein in his temper.  “We have both had enough of her being stuck in that tower. She is more powerful than we even understand.  She is part of this team and deserves to be treated as such,”

You blushed at all the praise.  “You know my skills,” you reminded Loki softly. You hadn’t exactly kept them secret from him.  Loki nodded, but you saw in his eyes that he while he knew of your abilities, he didn’t really understand the extent of what you could do.  

Stark decided to interrupt for something useful for once.  “Good, someone competent to join the team.  Jarvis, where are we eating today?” He asked the AI.  Everyone’s attention was drawn to that, as the post-battle meal was vitally important. 

A hole-in-the-wall restaurant was chosen and Loki took your hand to walk there with you.  You swung your joined hands happily as you walked with your love, together in your armor.  You saw from the look in Loki’s eyes that he found it adorable that you swung your arms like you did when you were children. 

The press tried to stop you to ask questions, but Cap didn’t allow it, fending them off while you made your way to the little restaurant.  The team piled into the restaurant and took over two tables while Stark ordered enough food to feed a small army, or a bunch of Avengers.  You laid your head on Loki’s shoulder as the team talked about the battle and how easy it was.  Loki was relaxed and seemed just happy to have you with him.  

“How are you feeling, my darling?” Loki asked in a lull in the conversation.  

You looked up at him with a reassuring smile. “Good.  The battle went well.  No one was really hurt.  Though you seemed freaked out by flying,” you teased.

Loki chuckled.  “It’s not really my thing. I prefer teleporting honestly,” he reminded you.

You giggled. “Yes, well not all of us know how to do that.  I learned shapeshifting and therefore flying,” you replied. 

Your food arrived and was promptly devoured by the starving team.  While you were eating, and they were distracted, you casually reached up and placed a couple fingers on Loki’s temple, nodding for him to look at Thor and Sif and see the thin thread of a bond between them.  Loki looked and you saw his eyes widen when he realized just how weak the bond was. It looked like a thin thread that could be snapped with just one tug.  /That is pretty frayed. My brother has a lot of work ahead of him./ Loki said sadly.

/He does/ you agreed softly and were beyond tempted to mend the fragile bond anyway.  It was within your powers.  

Loki noticed the glint in your eyes.  /Let him fix his mistakes, Sig. He won’t learn from his mistakes if he doesn’t./  You sighed, since you could so easily mend the connection, but you wouldn’t argue with Loki about the best course of action with his brother.  You dropped your fingers from Loki’s temple and returned to your meal.  

Thor had Sif on his lap while they were eating and you were curled up with Loki.  You noticed the other customers cooing over how adorable all four of you were.  

“How’d you sneak on the jet anyway, Navi?” Stark asked you while you were eating.  He wasn’t angry, just curious.  You could tell from his tone.  Even if he did always use the same joking tone most of the time.  

You blushed. “I hid as a demi-fae,” you admitted softly.  You wouldn’t be able to pull that trick again. 

“In my hair,” Loki added, proud of your creativity.  

“So we’ll be cutting that off…” Stark said dryly, teasing the god. 

Loki growled. “You try and I will cut off both your hands, Stark,” he informed Stark with venom in his voice.

Stark laughed.  “It’s long enough to hide a fairy in apparently.  That’s much too long.  and the braid is ridiculous,” he continued teasing the god, because he was a moron.

“I’m warning you, Stark. If you bring scissors anywhere near my hair, I will cut off both your hands and destroy every single one of your precious suits,” it was the only thing Loki could think of that Stark cared about as much as Loki cared about keeping Stark away from his hair. 

You smirked. “You’re wording that a bit incorrectly, dearest,” you told him gently and far too innocently.  Thor snapped to attention at your too-innocent tone.  “The correct wording is: I swear to you, Stark: if you bring scissors or any other implement near my hair with the intention of cutting it, your hands and your suits will never work again,” it was a far more vicious punishment.  

Loki nodded.  “What she said,” he agreed, playing along with whatever you were up to. 

You rolled your eyes.  “I’ll accept it because I love you,” you told Loki patiently.  You looked over at Stark with a malicious gleam in your eyes.  “The oath was witnessed and acknowledged by the Gray Lord of Oaths.  So it was sworn so shall it be carried out,” you announced, your voice ringing with power.  

Loki laughed when he finally realized what you’d been up to.  “You’re screwed now, Stark. Try anything, and that promise will be carried out,”

Stark just looked shocked and confused.  You hadn’t actually told the team much about you abilities besides what they’d seen you use. “She… can do that?” He asked stupidly. 

Loki nodded with a dark malicious look in his eyes.  “She is the Gray Lord of oOaths, Bindings, and the True Names of Things. There is much she can do that you could not imagine,”

“Such as?” Cap prompted, curious as to what you can do.  Stark still looked terrified about Loki’s oath and how you could enforce it.  The rest of the team looked interested to see some more of what you could do. 

“Sig? What would you like to show them?” Loki asked you gently.  He wouldn’t make you do something you were uncomfortable with, but understood the team’s desire to learn more. 

You looked around the table for a victim, knowing you couldn’t use Loki in public.  Of course, you chose Thor.  You smirked.  “Hammer-brain, you up to being a demonstration?” You asked, especially since you were in public.  Thor raised an eyebrow, looking curious, but nodded as Sif climbed off his lap to her own chair. 

You also noticed that the team was beginning to note that they were all acquiring nicknames from you.  You really had a thing against real names.  They would understand why in a moment.  

Your smirk became a wide grin as you focused your power on Thor.  “I name you Thor, son of Odin the Allfather, prince of Asgard, God of thunder, fertility and hammers, weilder of Mjølnir, Donald Blake, Point Break, Blondie, Hammerbrain, Oaf,” you recited name after name of the god, even his nicknames and aliases.  Against his will, his armor shimmered to his formal coronation gear, including his stupid winged helmet.  He looked surprised, though not angry.  “So I name you, and so you are mine to command,” that had his eyes widening for a moment.  But a moment was all he had.  “Kiss your lady, stand, walk around the table three times clucking like a chicken,” as you gave the commands, Thor followed them without question, without fight or inhibition.  “Look at me,” you told him firmly.  He looked into your eyes obediently.  “I free you from my thrall, son of Odin,” you said formally, ending your magic against him.  You sagged against Loki.  It had taken a lot of effort to enthrall a god.  Loki’s arm wrapped automatically around you, holding you to him, though he was roaring in laughter as he watched his brother obey you.  

The rest of the team looked horrified that you could do that to Thor.   

You waited for Thor’s rage.  You didn’t have to wait long.  “YOU DARE?!?!” Thor roared at you, even though he’d agreed.  He hadn’t known or understood what it was that you could do. 

You squeaked and shifted to demi-form, hiding under Loki’s hair again.  Loki glared at his brother for scaring you.  “You consented to it, brother. Watch your temper,” he snarled.  They all knew you were afraid of anger from men in your direction.  Bad guys was one thing, but men who were supposed to be friends were a different matter.

/I freed him/ you mewed softly in Loki’s mind.  

“She also freed you from her thrall. She could have kept you under her control. Don’t take this out on her when you agreed. She could have just done it without asking your permission.  Or you could have asked what she was going to do,” Loki replied as he reached a hand up to cover you, to reassure you.  Thor continued to glare while Sif was laughing her ass off. “Even your soulbound finds it funny. Stop being so rude,”

“It wasn’t done to her.  And if she can do it to me with names she has no right knowing, she could do it to anyone at this table,” Thor growled, still only upset at looking like an idiot.  He knew you better than to actually hurt him.  

“I would have offered myself, but you know how I feel about you know what,” Loki reminded Thor pointedly.

Thor’s eyes widened.  “She can strip your illusion?” He demanded, not feeling any better about you having that ability.  

Loki nodded, nonplussed.  “She showed me what she could do when she first came to the tower. She completely stripped my illusion in less than a second,” he sounded impressed more than concerned.  

“And it doesn’t concern you that she can enthrall anyone she chooses?  That she stripped you, a master magician of your illusions in seconds?” Thor replied.  

Loki shrugged.  “She was a strong magic user before she was taken. It is no surprise to me that the fae magic enhanced her Asgardian magic and her abilities,” he replied, completely unconcerned.  

“I think we would all feel better if we had some assurance that she wasn’t going to use that particular ability on any of us,” Cap said gently.

Loki glared at him.  “So little trust. How do you expect her to trust you if you can’t trust her?” He replied, trying to be polite to the soldier.  Though it was getting increasingly difficult.

Nat glares down the table at Cap, tired of the bullshit too.  She was much less polite about it, though.  “Haven’t you figured out yet that she’s given all of us nicknames? She doesn’t want to use that ability on us.  She would have had plenty of opportunity by now if she did.  She’s part of this team now, so start acting like it,” she glared at everyone at the table, who all looked sheepish at the reminder.  They’d gotten so tied up with their fear that they were being extra stupid.  

Loki gave her a grateful look.  No one would argue with Nat.  That was just suicide. “Thank you, Lady Natasha,”

Nat smirked.  “I like the pixie and don’t want this lot scaring her because they’re stupid.  We all have dangerous abilities, but we all know we’re not going to use them on the others outside the training room. They just needed to be threatened to remember that fact,” she said warmly.

Loki chuckled and you finally started relaxing as the team mumbled apologies and promised to do better. They hadn’t meant to hurt you or not trust you.  They’d all just had a collective moment of stupidity.

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Those Comics | Chapter three

Marvel/Dc crossover x reader Warnings: None, I think I’m safe for this one Word count: 2342 Summary: Now that the seriousness of the situation is clear, you’ll have to face some rather inconvenient truths  Series: Chapter One |  Chapter Two | You’re here |

The mood in the Watchtower-meeting-room was pretty down. The universe-native heroes were standing around a holographic-table (the bat-boys who you liked much more than the big heroes stayed in Gotham after they told Bruce to take you with them to the Watchtower) looking at some scientific-graphs and occasionally looked over to you. You had serious flashbacks to the time you first became an Avenger. At the start, before you earned their trusted, they also excluded you and looked at you like you could jump up and scream "Hail, Hydra" at any given moment. The only difference was, that you didn't really care back then as much as you do now, since, y'know, YOU WERE STILL IN YOUR OWN UNIVERSE. A long Sigh escaped you and you slid down the wall of the room, where you were standing at. And so, sitting on the floor with your knees under your shin, the reality of the situation dawned on you. You were trapped in a different Universe, with people who don't trust you as far as they could throw you, which could seemingly soon collapse into nothingness, with no idea how to go back or how to at least say good-bye to your family. You felt the tears dwell up, but fought them to the best of your Abilities. You were the one who held the others when they cried or needed stability. You were the stable part, you couldn't break down. Not now, not ever. A deep breath later, you shook your head and jumped up again. "Sooo? You wanna include the scientist from another Universe who may or may not know more than you about the situation?" you asked cheekily, winking at Batman. "No," he grunted and turned the Holographic-desk off. A huff left you, you rolled your eyes and glitched over to the window, enjoying the great sight of Earth in front of you. "I understand that you don't trust me," you said, your voice deeper and not as happy as usual. "To be honest, I wouldn't trust me too. Hell," you chuckled, "I worked with Loki oft enough to have doubts on everyone." You looked at your own reflection, tracing your features and wondering just how much you've changed since you started this superhero-life. "I understand that your priority lies on your earth and your people, but you have to understand that I have my priorities too," now you looked behind over your shoulder, "And if we can't find a way to fulfill both of them, I'll have to work alone." "We can't let you stroll around on our earth, you do not belong here," Diana said, her voice was like honey and you enjoyed hearing it more than you would have expected, but you couldn't help but notice the undertone, slightly threatening. You nodded slowly and hummed. "You're right. I don't belong here. That's why I want to get back to my Earth." "We understand that, believe us, and we assure you that we'll help you to get back to your Universe, but before, we'll have to take care of ours, okay?" Superman said and, even though you didn't really believe him completely, you were still a hero and decided that you'd gladly help them to fix their universe.   "Fine," you sighed and nodded to the Holo-desk. "Can I have a look?" Batman was already trying to say no, but Green Arrow ignored him and activated it. It took you a few seconds to understand how that desk worked, since Tony's were almost completely automatic, but when you did, you were quick to look through all the pieces of information given (which were not many). After five minutes, you noticed something. "Here," you said pointing to the data of the energy that was all too familiar for you, it was the same energy measured back when Loki tried to take over New York. "This Data is basically the manifestation of a type of Gamma-radiation-energy that is pretty similar to one I already know. Back in my universe, it was first seen through two of the infinity stones, some of the most powerful items we know off when said stones were used to create a portal through space to start an Alien Invasion." You looked around to check if everyone was on track, but since no one looked too confused you just continued: "Well, to make a long story short, I think that's basically what's happening, just with this universe something from out of this universe..." you trailed off when you realized what that meant. "What?" Flash asked and you groaned. "Something from out of this universe opened a portal into this one. And with something...I mean me. I did that." Bruce pointed his finger at you angrily, "Does that mean you're destroying the shell?" "NO NO NO NO NO!" you exclaimed and glitched backwards. "Well, I'm afraid I'm the cause, but I'm not really the one doing it." "I'm not really getting it. I feel like I'm only hearing half a conversation," Green Lantern sight and leant back onto the wall. "Okay, okay, okay...gimme a Second," you said, teleported away and through the whole watchtower, searching for a Window that would not destroy the whole tower when it was gone. When you finally found it you teleported it out of its frame and both of you back into the meeting room. You placed the pane onto the table and held your hand out to Batman. "What?" he gruffed. "I need something sharp and pointy and what would be better for that then a Batarang?" "No," he said, but one look from wonder woman had him rolling his eyes under his cowl and give you one. "So," you said, gesturing to the pane, "imagine this is your universe and this," you gestured to the other side, "Is mine. The glass is the barrier." "Okay, I think I can follow until now," Flash nodded, giving you enough reason to continue. "Good. Well, I am the Batarang, and when I accidentally teleported here, that happened." You took the Batarang and rammed it cautiously into the glass, enough to make it crack but not enough to make it shatter. "So the outer shell is already broken?" Diana asked concerned. "Yes," you sighed, "but I can't tell you what will happen. Maybe it stays like that, but that would mean..." you directed your gaze back to the sight of the planet that looked so much like yours, "that I can't go back. Every nudge onto the shell would immediately destroy it." Batman sighed but did something that surprised you. He asked: "What would happen if you went back none the less? What would happen to our universe?" You bit you under-lip before, nudging the glass, causing it to break into pieces. "This. The barrier would be gone. Best case, The universes convergence and we'll have two versions of every planet that exists in both of our universes, but in the worst case, they merge and...uhm...it won't be pretty. The survival rate would be in the single digits." "That means we're safe as long as you don't go back to your universe?" Superman asked with pity in his voice. "Oh...no, sorry. You just have more time. I'm not the only one who can teleport through universes as far as I know and even if no one can or would, I can't tell how stable the shell is." "That means we have to find a way to fix it, right?" Green Arrow asked. You nodded, even though you had no idea how exactly you were going to find this way.

(A bit later, in the manor)

After an hour of searching for ways to fix the shell, Bruce exclaimed that it wouldn't help to exhaust all off you and decided that you would stay in the manor with him and the bat-kids, who all decided to stay for a while in order to help with the problem. Alfred (the saint) showed you the room you'd stay in and you realized just how tired you were, 'causing you to fall into bed and immediately fall asleep.

When you opened your eyes again, you noticed that you weren't in your room, nor in the room, Bruce gave you in the manor. In fact, when you looked around you, you found yourself flowing in a space that reminded you of a van Gogh painting. Surrounding you were different shades of blue yellow and black that merged into each other and made you feel dizzy. The next thing you noticed was, that you weren't wearing your clothes anymore. Now you were wearing a long green dress, it's fabric flowing down your body like a silent river, with golden ornaments on it. The realization of what this meant was hitting you like the pleasant warmth of cocoa on a cold winter day. A small smile formed on your lips and you turned around,  searching your surrounding area for the man who you'd usually curse out for intruding your dream, even though you currently just wanted to hug him. "I see you missed me," his smooth, honey-like voice reached your ears and turned around yet again to see him smirking at you. "I wouldn't say it's missing you specifically," you said sarcastically but smiled widely nonetheless, "but that doesn't mean I'm less happy to see you Loki." Said god float nearer and took one of your hands in his, swirling you around him as if you were dancing. You knew not to fall for his gentle behaviour and his attempt to seduce you into trusting him. It wasn't the first time he did something like that, but you knew that fighting against it would only make him even more mischief-y than before, so you played along to get what you wanted. "Tell me, how exactly did you manage to hide your location from even my magic? No one has managed to find you yet. Are you going rough, darling?" You jerked back slightly, still getting swirled around by Loki's arm around the small of your back and his other hand in yours, your second arm resting around his neck, or rather shoulder since you tried to keep at least some modest rate of distance. "What? Of course not," you huffed, slightly worried that Loki could even consider that you could betray your family like that, but a few seconds later your face changed into one of confusion, "does that mean that you have no idea where I am right now?" It looked like it was causing him physical pain to admit that he had, indeed, no idea, but Loki still nodded slightly, before he even went so far to say it out loud, something you wouldn't have expected. "No one does. Your little hero friends and my brother are all throwing a fit because of you, they even went so far to invite me to their home, a horrible decision really, with the hope I could find you. This is my last attempted and if I don't wake up with some results, Captain I-don't-need-anyone is going to throw me right back to Jotunheim." Realizing just how worried Carol and the others would have to be, you leant your head against Lokis chest, missing the smirk that filled his expression. "I hoped they knew..That would've made this so much easier," you mumbled, staring in the distance lost. Now it was the mischiefs turn to bring some space between the both of you, by backing away enough to look down at you with raised eyebrows. "What would've made that easier, (Y/N)?"  he asked with a tone that reminded you slightly of worry. "I'm not in this universe anymore," you said, looking down at the hem of your dress. "I know I'm great, but even I can't communicate with the dead through a normal dream spell," he huffed, clearly thinking you tried to make a foul out of him. "That's...That's not what I meant," you sighed, rolling your eyes at him, "I mean I'm quite literally not in your universe anymore, I'm in a different one and..." you freed yourself from Loki's grip and let your eyes wander through your dream-landscape, "I can't come back anymore."

(Somewhere else, around the same time)

It was dark outside and the only light source illuminating the spacious, modern office was the monitor of the top-of-the-line computer, the only sound was the clicking if the keyboard and the only smell the strong coffee standing on the desk. If you'd be standing outside of the office, looking in through the glass walls and door, you'd be able to make out the wide-build shoulders peer out behind the back of the chair, since the man they belonged to was so well-built. His muscular body and visible wealth would make most women (and not few men) swoon for him, but his aura and something in his eyes made you fear him and his simple presence. He was truly the personification of intimidating. The sound of heels hitting the shiny-flawless-floor announced the arrival of another person and the man didn't need to see her, to recognize his trusted assistant simply by the sound of her shoes. The keypad at the door beeped when the woman entered her passcode and the door automatically opened for her, so smooth that no sound was made. "We've located the source," the woman's voice broke the silence and her words, even though he expected them, filled the man with satisfaction, only for his smirk to be wiped from his face by her next ones. "The Justice league has arrived there before we were able to find out anything else and when our employees arrived, there was only a crater left and they couldn't further investigate since the property it landed on belongs to Bruce Wayne." The only sign that showed that the man was angered was his clenched fist, which almost immediately relaxed again. "Find a way to get more information on it. It's priority number one. All other projects that do not need any constant surveillance will be paused until I say so."

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Sneeze Headcanons But Giant Sneezes Part 1: MCU

Tony Stark: Not particularly huge sneezes, in context, blows papers and clothes and leaves and knick-knacks and such around. Seems to sneeze quite freely and openly (and often) but actually does a quick check to make sure he won’t cause any *real* damage before he lets fly. Itchy, active nose. Lots of rubbing. When he was still drinking, sneezed notably larger and with notably less control/aim/care for what he blew away when drunk, whence his reputation for being a rich asshole who sneezes all over the place cause his (daddy’s) company’s money can pay for it. But it was actually prolly just cause being drunk makes him have to sneeze really bad.

Steve Rodgers: Terrible allergies pre-serum, far less severe allergies post serum but if he *does* have to sneeze, watch out. Discovered how ginormous his sneezes had become shortly post-serum. Expected an annoying allergy attack, and still got a fit of sneezes, but it also pretty much demolished the room he was in. He later discovered that was a small one. *Intensely* focused on making sure he sneezes in a way that will minimize (unintentional) damage. Hates the loss of control. Has several battle plans that include sneezing.

Black Widow: Stifles are very rare in this world. Much more difficult to execute, given the greater pressure and force at play. Black Widow can forestall or stifle any sneeze at any time. When she does allow herself to sneeze it is usually three or four in a row, quite large. (Not as large as Cap but probably enough to topple furniture).

Bruce Banner: Teeny, barely a puff of air, wildly unsatisfying but he doesn’t allow himself any more.

Hulk: Explosion.

Thor: Alien, so the giant sneezes don’t work the same way, but he does have the loudest sneezes of the bunch and each sneeze is matched with lightning and thunder in proportion to the violence of the sneeze in question. Quite irritated to find that while his sneezes are the largest on Asgard and the loudest on Asgard and among his Earth friends, basically all of his earth friends have much more forceful sneezes than him.

Hawkeye: sneezes *extremely* rarely, only ever once at a time, big enough to rival Cap, if not Hulk. No one knows what makes him sneeze except Phil Coulson and Nick Fury. and probably Natasha he guesses. She knows everything.

Bucky: Has scary control over the size and power of his sneezes as Winter Soldier. You do *not* want to know how they trained him into that. (Or maybe you do.) As he recovers his Bucky persona he recovers the sneezes of his original life as Bucky: Tony, but louder and a little more forceful. As Bucky, he never fights off a sneeze, always has a rather lengthy but silent buildup, often used this to sneak up behind someone and suddenly sneeze them off their feet as a prank. Never did this to Stevie though. He’d never. (Steve asked him why once, though they both knew, and he made a joke about how Steve’s a punk who gets himself knocked down plenty on his own, then hugged him close).

Ant Man: Depends on what size he is but weirdly it’s the inverse of his size?

Pepper: Excellent control, has never sneezed in public, in part because she has wild, banshee-loud sneezing fits that leave her dazed and usually makes a mess of whatever room she’s in, and she’s not saying she’s blown a hole in a wall but she is saying she saw cracks and like... now she mostly sneezes in a reinforced soundproofed room in Avengers Tower. Ironically, quite allergic to pepper.

Dr. Strange: Sneezes make his magic go haywire. He tries not to sneeze. Weird dimensional shit. Very unpleasant.

Loki: Same but he loves sneezing for that very reason. Chaos god and all.

Phil Coulson: Fairly unremarkable, just a quick “h’CHOOOO!” he directs down towards the floor, does that thing where he kinda lifts up his jacket and ducks his head down behind it and it flaps out in the gust. Sneezes are rare, sudden, and decisive.

T’Challa: *really* long, itchy buildup, lots of talking through it, *terribly* big sneezes takes great care not to damage anything, which is made more difficult by the fact that it is considered good luck in Wakanda to see the King sneeze.

Okoye: she fights pretty hard to keep control but naturally her sneezes strike completely out of the blue and have blown both T’Challa and her husband off their feet many, many times. Very intense but brief buildups, has a couple really intense allergies that cause her to have watery eyes and a runny nose and sneeze (almost always singles with the RARE double) off and on for several minutes to hours or just until she gets away from the allergen.

Nakia: long itchy buildup during which time she either prepares to (painfully) stifle her sneeze into silence or find a place to aim her cannon fire sneeze. Has she intentionally induced a sneeze to blow down a tree, whether to clear a path or to cross some water? You can’t prove it even if she has.

Killmonger: quite small sneezes actually, not much wind or volume to them, rather enjoys having big sneezes for once, once he gets the Black Panther power. (Everyone with the Black Panther power sneezes more or less the same way, although they remain sensitive/allergic to whatever made them sneeze before).

Falcon: Feels it coming way in advance, wiggles his nose, talks through hitching breaths before turning away from whoever he’s speaking to (or excusing himself from the room, depending on where he is and how big the sneeze is) and unleashing a single sharp intensive violent “YIIESSHH” of a sneeze that somehow rivals Cap in power. “Sorry. I’ve always had big sneezes. That’s why I like to spend time outside.” Occasionally uses his sneezes to help with the flying.

Captain Marvel: GINORMOUS. Rivaling the Hulk? Bigger than the Hulk. Always sneezed huge but when she got full control of her powers? GINORMOUS. Just blasts out more and more and more air. Long sneezes. Usually flies out into space or the upper atmosphere real quick to let it out. They’re that big. (And also flying is super easy for her, to be fair).

Nick Fury: Is allergic to about two things in the universe, both of which send him into wild incapacitating sneezing fits that usually cause considerable property damage, if only from the repetitive nature of the sneezes. There are two people left alive that know how he sneezes. Everyone who knows what makes him sneeze is dead. That’s just a coincidence, though.

Okay that’s enough I guess lol. I know I forgot some characters but I lowkey haven’t seen all the movies and don’t care about all the characters soooooo...

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Artemis Muirgel Profile

Credit for template: @hogwartsmysterystory

Identity

Name: Artemis Muirgel (nicknames are Arty by her sister. Everyone else would just use Artemis).

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: December 21, 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pure blood-ish (father is a wizard, mother is a squib from a long line of pure bloods from Mexico).

Sexuality: Bi

Alignment: lawful good

Ethnicity: Latina Caucasian

Nationality: Mexican Irish

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INFJ

The Mage

Wand:

Pine wood

Dragon Heartstring core

11" 3/4

Rigid Flexibility

"The straight-grained pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. Many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect, and perform best for, owners who are destined for long lives, and I can confirm this in as much as I have never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. The pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic."

Animagus: Polar Bear

Misc Magical Abilities:

Occlumens/Legilimens: She was able to master this ability since she was a toddler due to her fear of her mother being attacked.

Wandless Magic: Has been able to do this since she was a baby, though at random. She was able to master this at Hogwarts.

Bogart Form: A wolf being hunted by an angry mob.

Riddikulus Form: The mob turning into butterflies and the wolf happily chasing them.

Amortentia: She would smell like the ocean breeze and mangos (her favourite).

Amortentia: freshly baked cookies, and pickles/gherkins. (Chiara, I'm assuming, since this is all I have 😂).

Patronus: Polar Bear

" Polar bears are native to the Arctic region and are one of the largest species of bears. When hungry, a real polar bear can be unpredictable and vicious. They’ve even been known to eat humans in circumstances like these. A polar bear Patronus, however, would direct that ferocity at a Dementor and send it packing out of fear of getting a chunk bitten out of its creepy behind."

Patronus Memory: Seeing the ocean for the first time, playing with her sister, when she became friends with Chiara.

Mirror of Erised: She would see herself, at age 11, graduating Hogwarts. Then later sees herself and Chiara, both wearing white dresses.

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Protego: she uses this spell when she helps Chiara on the night of the full moon.

Expecto Patronum: Learned this spell out of curiosity to find out her animal or if she could even cast one.

Expelliarmus: Loves using this spell the most to not hurt others.

Skald: Uses this as a last resort. Scalding pressurized water. (Made up spell since there's not very many water spells).

Appearance

Faceclaims: (random images on internet. Younger on left. Older on right. )

Game Appearance:

Height: 5'05"

Weight: 135lbs

Physique: A bit mascular, full hour glass shape.

Eye color: Brown

Hair: Dark brown, wavy thick. She likes having it down. She only puts her hair back if she's in potions, or herbology.

Skin tone: Fair light sand.

Body Modifications: two ear piercings.

Scarring: Left hand on her two fingers.

Inventory: Sometimes has her wand on her, usually not. Her favourite book (magic book from her mother's native people).

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Ilvermorny: N/A

Affiliations/Organizations:

Slytherin

Prefect

Head Girl

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Ministry of Magic

Professions:

Prefect

Head Girl

Spy for Order of the Phoenix

Ministry of Magic

Muggle Liaisons Office

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★★★★★★★★★★

Charms: ★★★★★★★★★✰︎

DADA:★★★★★★★★✰︎✰︎

Flying: ★★★★★★★★★✰︎

Herbology: ★★★★★★★★★★

History of Magic: ★★★★★★★★★★

Potions: ★★★★★★★★★★★

Transfiguration:★★★★★★★★★★

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures

Alchemy

Muggle Studies

Quidditch:

She loves to fly, but hates competing. She'd much rather watch than play the "brutal sport".

Extra Curricular:

Potions club (though difficult to start one, but Penny managed to convince Snape).

Herbology Club

Favourite Professors:

Professor Severus Snape: Always diligent in his class, she admires how easily he can brew potions.

Professor Aurora Sinestra: She loves the constellations and space. Therefore, she was quite ecstatic to finally have a professor dedicated to it.

Professor Silvanus Kettleburn: She loves how cooky and eccentric he is, but also loves to learn about the many creatures he's worked with.

Least Favourite Professors:

None

Relationships

Sister: Marimar Muirgel

Pureblood-ish

Slightly shorter than Artemis (1/2"), short light brown hair but died red, with brown eyes.

Sorted into Hufflepuff when she was in Hogwarts

Protective, lost in her thoughts, she's stubborn and won't back down when her parents tell her no.

Wandless Magic

Works at a store in Hogsmeade

Father: Beacon Calder Muirgel

Pureblood Wizard

Tall man, slim, blue eyes, short thick red hair with beard.

Sorted into Hufflepuff when at Hogwarts.

Fought in the 1st Wizarding War.

Prefers not to fight, but will do anything to protect his family.

Patronus: Irish Hare

Job: Auror

Mother: Tochtli Ichtaca Muirgel

Squib from a pureblood family of native Aztecs

Short slim woman with dark brown hair, sleek and straight, brown eyes.

She stayed in hiding during the first wizarding war with her two daughters.

She's very hot tempered and energetic.

She may not have magic, but she knows plenty of things from her family that she taught to her daughters.

Love Interest: Chiara Lobosca

They met in 1st year during the investigation of the werewolf on campus. They didn't become friends right away due to Chiara's wanting to keep her distance from anyone.

After a lot of convincing and help from Artemis, they officially became friends the following year.

It took until 6th year for Artemis to finally confess her feelings to Chiara. Though, Chiara rejected her, for fear of hurting Artemis, even though she does indeed love her.

Artemis has backed off, but still remaining friends until graduation. When she asked Chiara to live with her, for her protection. Chiara accepted her offer.

It took two years of living together for Chiara to finally open up her heart, much to Artemis' surprise. It happened one night, when Artemis took her to the nearby forest for the full moon. After the sun had risen, the muggle villagers, who had finally caught on to the werewolf living in their midst, prepared a gun with silver bullets which they fired at Chiara, now back in human form. Artemis had thrown herself in front of Chiara. They apparated out of the village, where Chiara healed her up, apologizing profusely. To which Artemis just looked at her with a smile, happy to see that Chiara was unharmed.

The two of them fought in the battle of Hogwarts.

After the incident in the muggle village, they moved to a cottage far away from anyone on a cliff facing the sea.

They got married in secret. Her sister, Penny, Liz, Barnaby and Charlie were in attendance.

Took Borf with them after graduating.

Best Friends:

Penny Haywood

Charlie Weasley

Barnaby Lee

Liz Tuttle

Rival:

None. She doesn't like competition.

Enemy:

Fenrir Greyback

Death Eaters

Voldemort

Dormmates:

Rowan Khanna

Liz Tuttle

Ismelda Murk

Pets:

American short hair brown and black tabby named Loki (Artemis')

Black short hair cat named Squeaky (mother's)

Fluffy ragdoll cat named Michaelangelo (mother's)

Orange short hair cat tabby named Spaghetti (mother')

White persian Himalayan cat with blue eyes named Blizzard (mother's)

Fruit bat named Waffles

Brown Owl named Cherry (family)

Closest Canon Friends:

Charlie Weasley

Barnaby Lee

Penny Haywood

Liz Tuttle

Closest MC Friends:

🤷‍♀️

Background/History

Artemis grew up in the port town of Dingle. She loved going down to the beach to watch the waves crashing against the shore. Her sister was always off doing something, so Artemis was often left alone.

She was very fascinated by the muggles in her neighborhood and always asked to borrow their things.

She conjured up the scalding water spell on her own one day, when a suspicious man tried taking her with him.

She was a precocious child, always asking questions beyond her age.

She learned Legilimens and Occlumens as a toddler due to the much hate the wizarding community had towards her mother for not only being a squib, but from a foriegn country. She would often get into the minds of people she thought were harmful or mean to make sure they stayed away from her mother.

At Hogwarts, she became fast friends with Barnaby and Penny during potions class in their first year. She made friends with Chiara in their second year as well as Liz. Then made friends with Charlie during their care of magical creatures class.

She hates causing trouble and tries her best to avoid Tulip, Jae, and Tonks. Though, occasionally she'll talk with Tonks.

Personality

Introverted: She just prefers to be by herself, with others like her or extroverts who respect her quiet nature. She'd much rather snuggle with a book all day than talk, unless she felt comfortable around that person.

She loves swimming and anything nature related. Or just staring up at the night sky.

Misc

Has Gaelic ancestry and Aztec Ancestry

Her father and mother teach her and her sister of both Gaelic and Aztec culture.

She speaks Spanish, Nahuatl, English, and Gaelic.

On her mother's side run seeresses and on her father's side run animagus.

Her love of muggles lead to her taking up a postion in the ministry in that department. Though, she finds out quickly that it is one-sided. She tries her best to see the good in muggles and wants them to coexist with witches and wizards in a friendly manner.

She ends up separating herself from her parents when they discouraged her from getting involved with Chiara. (Since graduation).

Her theme music is: Boyish by Japanese Breakfast and Tú by Maye

[beccarooni]

Thulk cuddles 3 - featuring Bruce!

AN: in this house we love both hulk and Bruce equally (and so does thor)

The thrumming of the Statesman's engines was an odd comfort to Bruce. So far away from home, but it honestly reminded him of Starks labs. The sound of machinery creaking and beeping provided the same calming ambience, although for once he was asleep in a bed instead of at a desk. The relief and exhaustion of coming back had knocked him into the bed almost as soon as he'd gotten there. He wasn't even sure if Hulk would let him back when he jumped out of that craft. 

But Thor had needed him. Asgard had needed him. 

The look on Brunhilde's face when he'd turned back had almost been worth all the worry anyway. She'd wanted a lengthy discussion about what in the hell she'd just witnessed, but Thor had insisted on Bruce getting some rest. Deals were made to continue the revelry at a later date, and soon enough everyone had retired to their rooms to gather their frazzled nerves.

Bruce was so close to sleep, his first good sleep in months. It seemed only on course for his luck that something would change that.

The thrum of the machinery beneath his pillow grew into a churning, shrill shriek that sent him sitting bolt upright from the bed. A loud crack echoed from somewhere down the corridor, and he felt Hulk's alarm in the back of his mind. 

But it wasn't a gun that had made that noise.

It was a sound Bruce knew all too well, the same sound that had blasted through Asgard as it began to burn.

It was the sound of thunder.

It didn't take long for Bruce to be out of his bed, making a half asleep effort to pull on shoes while running down the hallway. Blue light reflected off of the paneled walls, the distant sound of cracking electricity growing closer with every turn. Bruce rounded a final corner, and his stomach clenched at what he found.

Thor was hunched in the center of the room, arcs of lightning ripping from his body. His whole form was taught, tight, clenched like a fist in the midst of a battle. 

Bruce caught a whimper, and his feet moved forward before he could stop them.

"Thor? What's happening?" He tried to keep his voice gentle, to limit it to quiet, soothing tones. But he couldn't hide the slight tilt of panic beginning to creep into his voice. Fear, but not for him.

Thor's single eye flickered up towards where Bruce was standing, the look on his face like a stray animal that had been cornered by a hunter. He raised his hand towards Bruce in a warning, pain and terror cracking his voice.

"S-Stay back. Please. I can't-" 

Thor was cut off as a particularly vicious arc of lightning tore through his body, and a cry of pain escaped his lips before he could muffle it.

Bruce swallowed nervously. He'd never seen Thor like this. There were faint memories from Hulk's side of the equation that clawed at his sleep addled mind, but nothing like this. That storm was an impressive feat of battle, a controlled force made to strike down droves of enemies. 

It wasn't supposed to hurt.

"Just stay calm, alright?" He took a cautious step forward, arms extended out in front of him in a gesture he hoped was placating. "Tell me how to help you."

"I can't control it, Banner." Thor looked at his fists, and the arcs of light that darted in-between his fingertips like it was the product of a nightmare. "I can't..." His voice petered off into a sob, and Banner caught his knees shaking with strain.

"Easy..." Banner tried to take in a measured breath, careful and slow, hoping Thor would follow his example. He knew about losing control. He knew so much about it that he was shocked he hadn't achieved an 8th PhD on the subject. Even now he could hear Hulk's voice poking through the back of his consciousness, addled with sleep as it was.

'Friend hurt?' The gruff tones of his monster were tinged with worry. 'Hulk help?'

'No.' As much as their relationship had improved through the last couple of days, Bruce didn't fancy bringing Hulk out to deal with an out of control demigod. He was all for experiments, but mixing an aptly described Green Rage Monster with a bucket load of uncontrollable lightning wasn't a formula he was about to engage with. 

He could deal with this on his own.

"What happened? Can you remember?" Specific things were usually the catalyst of Banner's worries, be that nightmares of destruction or real world dangers in the form of Thaddeus Ross. 

There were any number of these things that could've set Thor off, and he cursed himself for not bringing these up sooner. Hiding emotions was practically the slogan of the Avengers. Thor was never going to be an exception, as good at it as he was.

The question seemed to still the panic at least for a moment as Thor focused on it. Bolts stopped ripping from his body, limiting themselves to the occasional spark and an eerie glow surrounding the demigod. 

His breathing was ragged, loud against the silence left by the thunder. 

"I... I don't remember..." Thor's voice sounded vacant, far away as he finally answered. His next few words dropped to a pained hiss, and his huge form was visibly shaking now. "Everything hurts, Banner. I don't know why."

Bruce nodded, taking another few steps forward. The storm seemed to be lulling, giving him a chance to get a proper look at the demigod. Still in the soot-stained armour he'd been wearing since...God, since Sakaar. The man himself didn't look like the picture of Asgardian elegance, either. His forehead shone with sweat, skin pale against the harsh lighting of the ships systems. 

'Friend sick' came the discontented grumble of his Other. Bruce shushed him down, but it was a plausible theory. One that he didn't mind exploring.

He hadn't seen the bigger man see a medic for anything other than his eye. Originally he'd put it down to Thor being, well, Thor. But battling the goddess of death must have resulted in a lot of injuries. Ones, perhaps, he was hiding.

"You're not well, Thor." He was close now, and he could hear the faint wheezing as his friend took in breath. He saw the puncture wounds underneath the armour, angry and red, clotted with something sickeningly black. "You need to see a medic."

"No."

Well, at least that reply was immediate. If not the typical brand of irritating stubbornness that came from asking a member of the Avengers about their well-being.

"Look, your wounds are obviously infected. They're just gonna get worse if you don't get them at least cleaned up a little."

Thor shook his head, dragging his vision up to look Bruce in the eye, to summon what little authority he presumed he had as King. "My people need them more. They have suffered worse than I."

"Jesus, dude..." Bruce ran a hand over his face. 

Maybe a long time ago the authoritative tone coming from the 6"3 actual God of Thunder would've worked, but he'd seen this guy in boardshorts. He wasn't going to take orders from his friend, who was sick, and needed help. Even if that meant being a little...harsher, with his bedside manner.

"They'll suffer even more if they wake up tomorrow and their freakin' King is dead. I know on earth you're the big, strong God of Thunder. But right now you're just my friend, and you're hurting. So are you going to go to the medic-bay walking with me, or do I have to ask hulk to carry you there?"

A moment of silence passed between them, with Thor's eyes finally losing the faint blue glow left behind by the lightning. Now they were filled with something close to shame, his gaze cast down to the floor as his hands nervously toyed with his nails.

For a moment, Bruce thought he had gone too far. Thor had been through a lot these past few days, and here he was, yelling at him. But then he looked back at the angry wounds on the gods arms, shoulders, back, seemingly everywhere. He couldn't let this go on. He cared about Thor too much to let him go down a path of self destruction that he himself was all too familiar with.

"I'm sorry." Thor finally replied in a voice that was quiet and timid, but he seemed to be relenting, at least.

Bruce's shoulders lost some of the tension he didn't realise he'd been carrying. "It's okay, w-"

"I'm sorry, because I can't go to the medics as you've asked." He drew his arms around himself, taking a steadying breath before continuing. "I have tried to avoid the throne for as long as I could, but now it's here and I can't run away from it. And if the first thing my people see of my reign is my weaknesses..." 

He shut his single eye briefly, turning his face away to focus on the star-speckled space just outside of the viewing window. 

"That can't happen. I will deal with this alone."

Thor turned away from Bruce, trying to burn the sight of the scientists pained expression out of his mind. He'd caused that. Bruce was stranded on a spaceship, thousands of miles from home. He'd turned back into the Hulk to save Asgard, a decision that he didn't know he'd come back from. 

Bruce Banner had plenty to worry about, but now he was choosing to worry about him. His intention, for now, was to head down the corridor and deal with the wounds himself. He wasn't as skilled as the medics, or Loki, in healing magic, but he knew a thing or two. Enough to seal the wounds and hope for the best, at least. He'd retire to his chambers, and allow sleep to stitch him back together.

At least, that had been the plan.

Hulk's hand clamped around his arm faster than he could register, stopping him in his tracks and causing him to yelp at the jolt that ran through his injured shoulder.

"Thor go get help." Hulk's voice rumbled from somewhere above him as the green giant tugged Thor back along the corridor.

Thor dug his heels in as far as they could go, knowing that it was futile. At his strongest, fighting Hulk had been a challenge. Now he was weak, much weaker than Sakaar, and Hulk knew it. 

His only hope was bargaining.

"Unhand me!" Thor grabbed onto a piece of piping sticking out of the wall, causing Hulk to turn around with a grunt of frustration.

"Thor being stupid!" Hulk turned around to face him, attempting to pry Thor's fingers away from the pipe. For a moment, Thor was anchored, and it seemed they had reached a stalemate. At least until a particularly harsh pull had the unfortunate side effect of ripping the pipe itself from the wall with a sickening clang, sending Thor careening into the Hulk's chest.

Hitting into the expanse of green muscle was what finally pulled the strength out of Thor's protests. The air was knocked from his lungs, and while he made to argue further, he instead collapsed to the floor with a pathetic wheeze.

Hulk looked down at him, heaving a soft sigh that sounded close to pity which only served to make Thor's stomach turn further. 

"Come on, Blondie." The green figure stooped to the floor, scooping Thor into an uncomfortable bundle into his arms.  "Thor done now."

"This is ridiculous." Thor turned, mumbling into Hulk's chest as they passed the viewing window.

"Hulk have to do everything here."

"I didn't ask you to do this."

"Said no to Banner." Hulk shifted Thor in his arms, making the position a little more bearable. "Baby arms make Hulk do this."

Thor sighed softly, finding his strength to argue quickly failing. It would have been a fruitless attempt anyway- and not just because of the toll of his injuries. If he was being honest with himself, and only to himself, it was a strangely welcome feeling passing through the halls, cradled in arms larger than his own. It may have been undignified, and certainly far from king-like behaviour, but it was comforting. 

And after the events of the past few days, he needed some comfort. He felt Hulk's hold around him grow a little tighter, and he settled a little further into his grip, his eyes slipping shut, just for a moment. At least that's what he told himself.

In actuality Thor was asleep long before Hulk reached the med-bay, and thankfully stayed that way as he was dumped unceremoniously onto a bed. To his credit, Hulk had tried to be gentle, but it was difficult when the God was so puny. 

Hulk felt Banner stir in the back of his mind as he turned to leave, but the feeling was what stopped him at the doorway. It was praise, at least it felt like it. 

Banner was pleased with him. Not disgusted, not traumatised. 

Pleased.

'Thank you, Hulk. I can take it from here.'

Hulk grunted in response as he felt Banner start to re-emerge.

'Banner welcome.'

[technoplaguearchive]

Cradlesona: Atlis Leighton

[images made on picrew] [image 1: Hoshi Child Maker by Renu] [image2: Magic School Entrance Procedure by mizuki2633] [image 3: Momoiro Style Pretty Girl Maker by Momoiro]

Well, I went and made another OC! I have a thing for girls with short hair, if you couldn’t tell. My own hair is short so I went with what I know best XD

Basic Info

Name: Atlis Leighton

Nickname(s): Lis

Age: 23

Affiliation: Neutral

Occupation: Bookshop Clerk, Central Quarter

Home: Red Territory

Height: 5′6″

Paired With: [currently no one, because I can’t choose who she might compliment best]

Appearance

Eyes: Gold/Yellow

Hair: Red, short length, two longer pieces in front of her ears

Piercings: ears

Features: pale skin, slight build, small nose, slight gap between her front teeth

Additional Info: almost always smiling (even if it’s forced/fake)

Personality

Atlis is very bubbly and outgoing, usually asking twenty questions in two minutes. She’s naturally inquisitive, even if she doesn’t understand what is being discussed. She tries to make friends with just about anyone but usually has a good sense about who can and can’t be trusted. Her lack of personal boundaries is unsettling to some, but she takes the criticism fairly well (usually only pouts a bit but then complies quickly if asked to back off). When in ‘work mode’, she’s very cliche for a bookstore clerk; calm, quiet, and always carrying a mug of tea around with her nose in a book. She reads everything she can get her hands on, although her retention of material is sometimes not the best. She’s not always great with names but recognizes faces, sometimes giving people nicknames until she can remember what their real name is. She lets her emotions run rampant on her face, and this sometimes backfires because people can tell when she’s sad or upset. She cries easily, both from frustration and cute or sad things. She has a love of animals but doesn’t feel she would take good care of one personally so doesn’t keep a pet. Her favorite food is cookie dough and bread (not together, although she’s yet to try it so who knows). She prefers to wear looser clothing and tries not to wear a corset as much as possible, despite it being frowned upon. Eating and reading are her top two favorite things. She loves fluffy blankets and can be seen in the colder months trailing around the shop with one around her shoulders.

Background

Atlis grew up in Red territory in a house full of people. She has two older brothers (24 & 26), both in the Army, and one younger brother (15) who is still attending schooling. Her father remarried after the passing of her mother, when Atlis was eight. Her step-mother, Emilia, was very kind upon entering the family and took to Atlis like she was her own daughter. However, their relationship soured slightly a few years later (when Atlis was 10) when Emilia kept trying to get the girl to wear more traditionally feminine clothing and insisting she answer to Lis instead of Atlis, as she felt it could be construed as Elisabeth and was therefore more feminine. Atlis’s father chose to turn a blind eye to let the women work it out themselves, and this caused the bright cheerful child to retreat into herself and her books. Her brothers didn’t believe there was a problem and teased her about it all for a few years. When her youngest half-brother was five , he suddenly seemed to cling to her side and Atlis took to letting him follow her around and she read to him to help him sleep. This seemed to change Emilia’s mind about making Atlis more of a woman, and she let up on her ministrations.

Atlis attended school alongside some of the current Red & Black Army Officers but was never friends with them, as she preferred to keep her nose in books and wasn’t very outgoing after the incident with her family. Her brothers also paid her no mind, as they were too busy being goofballs and pulling pranks when they could. Atlis did fairly well in school but was never top of her class, as she often forgot to do assignments. She never joined any clubs because it would take away from her reading time and too many new people made her nervous.

Upon graduating, her father assumed she would follow in her brothers’ footsteps and join the Army but as she was under no obligation to, being a girl and the third born child, she decided to open a bookshop in the Central Quarter. Her father helped get her set up and her step-mother, a self-proclaimed interior designer (she is quite good, but Lis won’t tell her that), helped her decorate. She started off with second hand books that people would donate, and then goods from traders and craftsmen, until she grew into being able to sell newer books. Her younger brother started coming in on occasion to help around the store, mostly with cleaning and running small errands for her. She is by no means the only book store in the Quarter but she doesn’t mind, she enjoys her small clientele. And her father helps keep the business afloat should earnings be too low one month.

While the shop was first starting, Lis was still very shy and this hurt her shop some. Until one day a customer asked if Lis would be willing to host a book club, and she couldn’t refuse the shy happy look on the young girl’s face. Months of a book club slowly brought Lis out of her shell until she was once more the bubbly child she used to be, but now elevated from years of repressing herself. The book club drew people in, and soon she was dedicating a corner of her shop to aspiring writers and those who just needed to bask in the smell of books.

Relationship(s)

Black Army

Ray: She knows he likes cats, seems very lone-wolf, and that Fenrir is his best friend. But that’s about it. He isn’t impolite to her but doesn’t go out of his way to befriend her. He seems as strong of a King as Lancelot.

Sirius: He is always very kind when he visits the shop, sometimes even just popping in for a quick hello before he finishes patrol or errands. She always asks him what flowers are best for the shop, and a few times he has supplied her with some from the Black Army’s garden (when the first bath from him died, she pressed them to use as bookmarks, but she won’t tell him that). 

Luka: He comes by for writing utensils and notebooks, but gives off a cold vibe. He seems to have a particular disinterest in her but she tries not to take it personally, treating him like she would any other customer. She would like to know why he is so standoffish though.

Seth: His exuberance is a breath of fresh air to her and when they run into each other they both usually squeal. She wouldn’t say they’re good friends, but she considers him a friend nonetheless.

Fenrir: He makes her extremely nervous when he comes in as he is loud. He is a sweet man but she’s worried he will cause a disaster as he’s akin to a bull in a china shop. He has bought a few books before as gifts, but usually only comes in to pester her for several minutes and then is on his way. She’s not quite sure what to think of him.

Red Army

Lancelot: She’s a little scared of him but deeply respects how strong and steadfast he appears. She does not know him personally. Thinks he’s pretty.

Jonah: She chooses to let his snide remarks and pettiness go over her head, choosing to engage him with a smile and pretending to have no clue what he means by anything. She likes hearing him talk about mille-feuille, though. His face lights up and she thinks he looks even more beautiful.

Edgar: His calm demeanor and love of sweets makes him a fair compliment to her. She loves discussing stories and gossip with him, even if she doesn’t always know who or what he’s referring to. She thinks he’s rather charming and cute, but in a plain way. 

Kyle: Possibly her favorite patron, as he’s always browsing for new books and is amicable. However he reeks of disinfectant and alcohol and it prickles her nose, the smell never leaving her for the rest of the day. She always feels the need to clean anywhere he’s touched to get the smell out. He is always kind to her, saying hello with a smile which she returns. 

Zero: She’s barely said two words to him, and only when he’s with Edgar. He seems a nice enough guy but she doesn’t know much about him. He looks like he could be scary in a fight but he has such kind eyes.

Citizens

Harr: She’s seen him in passing but doesn’t know his name.

Loki: Any time he stops by her shop she offers him sweets and tea and lets him hang out for as long as he’d like as he stays relatively quiet. She only wishes he wouldn’t fall asleep on her favorite chair. She only knows his name but not really anything else about him, other than he looks like he needs a friend.

Blanc: One of her favorite customers, or freeloaders; she isn’t sure which he is. He comes in frequently but doesn’t always buy anything. Occasionally he’ll stop by with a new dessert and leave it for her. He seems to know more about her than she does about him, but she’s okay with that. His flirting and offhand compliments leave her flustered and cherry-red in the face for hours, even though she knows he does this to everyone. She enjoys his company immensely though.

Oliver: Child-Oliver is adorable but gruff, and she finds his attitude only slightly off putting. She finds it very hard to take him seriously when he looks like he could be her younger brother. Adult-Oliver gets her flustered and trying to speak to him is akin to her brain short-circuiting. It’s not that she has any romantic inclinations towards him, just that it’s hard to fuse the two images of him as one person.

[chopper-witch]

A Most Bewitching Tale: Aura (Ch. 1)

Characters: Reader x Loki, Nicky Fury, Maria Hill, Tony Stark 

Warnings: None

WC: 2,000+

Things to know: I’m making SHIELD a more real thing than it currently is from AoS5 (since 6 isn't out but it seems like they are rebuilding it?). Stark never sold his tower and it’s where they will be staying (for now). This is post-IW/EG because I don’t want to deal with that (everyone is alive, yeah!). Also: your two calico cats are named after Würzburg (the second largest witch hunt in history where over 900 were killed) and Bamberg (the largest, over 1,000 killed). Würz and Bambe (like Bambi, without the ‘I’ when spoken)

Summary: Loki keeps entering your shop; you just want to know why. 

A/N: Okay this is my old story that I never finished (Behind the Mask) but turned into Reader X Loki. 

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The familiar jingle of the door forces you to stand up rapidly in order to greet your customer, especially because this visitor does not feel like a regular. Summer can throw off auras, but this feels… strange, wrong almost. 

As you stand, mind focused on what could be causing the awkward energy pulse, your head bumps the bottom of said counter. 

Great. Not like you needed your head to function or anything.

“Hi, uh, welcome to Illusive Arts, can I help you with - ah,”one of your two familiars, Würz, jumps onto your shoulder, claws digging their way in with one paw while the other swats at your face. “- anything?”

The stranger looks amused at the sight before him. A frazzled woman pulling calico cat off her unbuttoned flannel while also fighting off the growing bump on her forehead.

“Würz, go bother your sister or something,” you hiss after successful pulling him off you, shoving him away. 

The cat meows loudly in response, bolting away to find his sister. 

As you turn to look towards the door again, you are surprised to see the stranger already at your counter. His clothes seem out of place - not faux-witchy like the enthusiasts; not formal like the real sorcerers and such that come in; not plain like the randoms that just wander in. The clothes are rather an odd combination to create a witchy-super hero: dark green leather pants with a cotton v-neck and a matching green vest. It’s ugly. 

The more you look, the more you realize he looks familar. Dark, black, curly hair; pale, defined face; vibrant green - maybe blue? - eyes; tall; lean but muscular…

And using a very poor masking spell.

It’s as yours eyes truly focus on him do you see the shimmer around the edges. With every muscle movement (a blink, involuntary twitch) the spell fractures just a little more. For the average person, they will never noticed him. To a trained witch, it depends on their abilities with masking. 

For you, easy. Very easy.

You smile. 

It’s Loki. The man who tried to take down New York - and the world - but couldn’t do so even with the help of an alien army. Someone so feared and hated around the world yet appears so weak in person.

You could just say you know who he is, spit his name out. But it is much more fun to play ignorant.

“So, may I help you?” You repeat, placing your right elbow onto the table to support your head with your right hand. 

“I think I am just browsing for today, but thank you. I will let you know,” Loki grins playfully. 

Oh yeah. Definitely him. The crack follows in green, the light green shimmer blazing for just a moment. 

As he walks towards the bookshelves to the right of her, you shake your head. People have said he is amazing at magic, a danger that should be watched out for. 

The man can’t even do a proper masking spell. What danger could he possibly be?

After an hour of meandering, he leaves empty handed. 

—

The same thing happens for nearly three weeks, save Mondays: he comes in, he meanders through your shop, he leaves with nothing. 

While you shouldn’t inherently be bothered by this, something about his visits does bother you. Most regular visitors who leave empty handed look at different things all the time and come every few weeks, not every day. Something isn’t adding up. 

So the next night, a Friday, when the shop is technically supposed to be closed due to the full moon, you open it just before he comes in. And once he wanders past the first layer of bookshelves, you begin to close your shop. 

Locked door, check. Closed blinds, check. Open sign off, check. Cats somewhere out of the way, possibly. 

You lean against the door, waiting just a few more minutes. 

About five minutes into wandering he always stops in front of the Nature Magic section, so you speed off to there, not wanting to give away your abilities immediately. It’s in the back of all the rows, up all the stairs. And for each row, there is a set of five stairs.

Despite being mildly out of breath 50 steps later, you still continue towards the man, determined.

“Why this is new,” Loki muses, placing one of the many books down as you turn the corner. 

“Why do you keep coming into my shop?” you demand, stopping barely a foot from him. Maybe panting a lot little. 

“Because I like it.”

You cross your arms. He’s lying. “No. That’s not true. Why do you come every day at the same time doing practically the same thing?”

“I enjoy routine.” Loki shrugs and turns to you. The masking is crackling more; he is losing his grip on it.

“Possibly. But why my shop?”

“My, uh, friend, Dr. Strange suggested it to me.” He nods, satisfied with his answer. 

You narrow your eyes. Strange rarely comes in here - he has everything he needs at his fingertips and can access anything almost immediately. Something about Loki coming to your shop every single day is off, really off. 

“Lies. You are lying.” You step closer.

“I am not!” He protests, crossing his arms. 

“Have you seen anything wonder woman related? Cause I have something very similar to her truth lasso or whatever it’s called and I will get it and I will use it on you.” 

Your threat is very real and you can conjure it in seconds. And it will work on the God of Lies.

It will work on anyone. 

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well horrible masking isn’t enough. If you are going to ever fit in, my dear Loki, you need to catch up on mortal pop culture as well,” you angrily explain. 

A chair is quickly conjured by you.

Before Loki can even protest that he is Loki, he is stuck sitting on the chair, bound to it by some mystic, unseeable chain. Hands stuck together behind him by something sticky - magical tape possibly? - and unmoving. The masking drops entirely; any shimmer left over gone. Something not even he can slither out of, though he tries first by struggling against. The he tries to his seidr. 

He’s suck.

You stare down at him. Why is he so desperate to constantly be in you store? Why your store?

Your right hand grabs an empty hex bag off the wall, tucking it away in the back pocket of your jeans. Hopefully it won’t be needed, but this is a supposed god.

While Loki continues to try and squirm out of a very, very tough chain, you continue to look him over. As you trace over his every feature, one phrase keeps repeating: Why your store? Why your store? Why you st-

“Oh,” you realize. “You can feel auras, no?”

Loki stops squirming just to look at you. His piercing eyes that were green moments ago look more black now. He’s angry, very angry. But he also feels very powerless. And tired… these chains must have some kind of spell as well. 

“Yes,” he spits. 

“So you know this is a place Dr. Strange occasionally visits. But when you first came here you felt the aura of a typical magic shop - one run by a lower level witch or something, but Dr. Strange is not one to shop local business.” You step forward, mind working it out as you speak. “When you entered you saw and explored real, intensive magic. The outside aura didn’t match the inside aura. You kept coming back to try and figure out why… am I wrong?”

You squat down so that your face is level with his stomach. You then glance up at him with a soft smile as he tilts down to glare at you. 

“No, you are not wrong.”

“Well, Loki. Real masking and cloaking spells can do wonders.” You stand with a sigh, patting his leg. "Most real witches, wizards, sorcerers, whatever you wish to call them, ignore my shop. The idea of entering is distasteful to them once they feel the energy of the shop. But you entered because a powerful sorcerer occasionally came here and you just had to know why.”

“Are you going to turn me in or whatever?” Loki asks, rolling his head back. “I’m assuming you can tell I ought to be watched.”

You cross your arms. The grin you’ve been trying to suppress pulls on your lips before you can stop it.

“Gods no. You need help, clearly. Your masking is horrible, no offense and if you were to ever get in a fight with a real witch or warlock or whatever, you would lose. There is more than Asgardian spells you need to know if you are going to survive out here…”

He straightens back up. Though he tries to hide it, his face is covered in worry. “What do you mean by that?”

“Let’s just say I have a few eyes and ears out there and many are not the fondest of you. And you’ve seen what I can do, and by no means am I the most powerful. And I just chained you to a chair, unable to use magic.” You shrug. “Tomorrow, same time as usual. Be here. We are going to be working on your masking skills. Human magic is likely the best way to go about it since you are on Earth, but I’ll look through some of my notes.”

With a double blink of your eyes Loki is released and the chair is gone. Without the support he stumbles, falling flat on his butt. Despite your amusement (and the giggles that follow), you offer your hand. Hey, might as well be nice to the guy who might kill you later. 

Loki takes it, surprised by your strength as you pull him upright. He should be embarrassed; to be entirely honest, however, he is a bit turned on by your magical ability (and that little bit of bondage).

“But why help me?” Loki murmurs, eyes slitted. He isn’t sure if he can trust you.

In the low light your chapped lips look smooth, eyes nearly entirely black. It is in the close proximity when he isn’t trying to get himself away that he finally inhales your scent - something he has since ignored. It is heavy of singed and burned… everything. Wood, flowers, animals, clothes, hair, skin… Loki quickly assumes you work heavily with fire and electricity, two of the things that cause those smells. But blood, too, lingers on you. Blood mix with cedar and pine and various venoms… 

You swallow heavily when you realize Loki is picking up on the various scents stuck on you. Your heart is racing in fear that he will expose you. And his breath, right on your neck, is not helping. It’s only making you warmer and your heart beat faster.

To even the odds, you tilt your head up and make direct eye contact. 

“I think we can help each other.” 

Loki grins down at you. His head pulls just slightly away. 

“I have a feeling I will quite enjoy working with you,” Loki muses.

With that he begins to walk away, moving past the other sorcerer, who is trying not to over think is words. 

***

When Loki walks into the common level, he does not expect to be greeted with anyone. Especially not Tony, Nick, and Maria sitting at the table straight ahead. All three have stern looks on their faces, eyes watching him walk off the elevator. 

“Sit, Reindeer Games,” Tony commands, gesturing to the empty chair at the head of the table. 

“What is this?” Loki growls, stomping over to sit at the table. 

“Well, you are on probation. You leave only with someone with you. However, you were in the library, according to a video feed and tracker feedback at 10:23 PM…” Fury begins. Maria holds the tablet up so Loki can watch. “But at 10:24 you vanished, in a flash of flight. Your tracker went haywire and we couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Loki closes his eyes. That blasted girl destroyed his illusion and bounced his tracker. While impressed, he may have just gotten himself in a temporary cell because some mortal decided to chain him up. “Witch,” he mumbles under his breath. 

“What was that?” Tony asks. “Witch? You mean like you used your own magic, which you are prohibited from doing, and got caught?” 

Loki opens his eyes and sits upright, slamming his hand on the table. “No, you idiot. Witch. As in I was using magic so I could leave this godforsaken prison without someone but some witch decided to chain me up and berate me with questions!” 

Maria and Nick glance to each other. Tony sits back, unsure how to respond. 

“What you are saying is there is someone out there who is stronger than you?” Maria confirms. 

Loki grits his teeth and turns his head to you. “There are several, according to her. And I’m a target, beyond the ones you guys think I have on me. The magic users of Earth aren’t fond of me, apparently.”

Fury leans back. He’ll look into it, for sure. Any powered beings should have signed the Accords or at least be within SHIELD’s knowledge. 

“Not the only ones who aren’t fond of you.” He places his hands flat on the table. “You are back down to not leaving the tower, period. A guard will be assigned. Do not test us further,” Nick announces. 

Loki pushes back from the table, storming off towards the elevator. He wanted a late snack and was served disappointment and frustration instead. Not like it mattered, he is often less hungry as of late. 

The god flings his door open, ready to strip himself of his clothes and go to bed, only to see a small, leather-bound book, three hex bags, a small bowl and a large black bag on his bed. He approaches it cautiously. After the warning that many other magic users are after him, much better than the girl, he has to admit such items are worrisome. Folded neatly on top of the book is a folded note on a torn out piece of notebook paper. He snatches it, scared someone might be watching. 

Loki still opens it, reading it slowly. 

“Thought this may be helpful. Page 20-27, read then do. See you tomorrow night.”

Though the god has never seen the woman’s handwriting, he knows this had to be the witch’s. 

With a big grin, he dives right in. 

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So like, my brain is horrible and shit and loves to keep switching ideas on me soo here’s the first chapter of a Strangefrost sort of Detective AU let’s go

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Stephen wasn’t a simple guy. Though from most people's perspective he was. To most people, he was just a detective who was amazingly good at his job and managed to work his way up quickly. But only a select few—well only two people—knew both sides of him. They knew the cunning detective and the Sorcerer Supreme.

Yeah, he was both of them, which was a tall order for even him. He had to run out of the office if Wong ever needed him or he had to stop in the middle of training because fucking Tony needed him on a case. It’s hard to handle sometimes, running in between so many things but having to make sure nobody knows what he’s doing. But he managed, even if he got little to no sleep.

Or like today where he’s gotten no sleep in the past forty-eight hours.

“I still don’t know why you do this to yourself,” Wong said, leaning against the door frame, watching as Stephen finished dressing himself up for work. His work clothes were simple, a white dress shirt with a dark blue vest, a black tie, and black slacks. And he was wearing the Eye of Agamotto of course, he didn’t go anywhere without it at this point.

Wong was the first one to know about this whole thing he had going on, he was his best friend after all. And he still fondly holds the memory of Wong spitting out his tea when he told him that he was going to be a detective. He remembers it every time he needs some cheering up, it always does the job.

“Because I want to help as many people as I can,” He explained like he had a thousand times before. He honestly wanted to help everyone he could, it felt like he had too. It felt like a punch in the gut if he just stood there and did nothing while innocent people got killed. So, what else was he meant to do?

“You could still help people if you were the Sorcerer Supreme full time,” He pointed out. “And you would be able to get a full night’s rest,”

“Yeah, I could, but,” He reached up and adjusted his tie a bit. “I wouldn’t be able to help like the way I am right now as a detective. I couldn’t help out in any cases, solve murders, you know the normal stuff.”

Wong shot Stephen a pointed look but he just smirked back at him. It felt like they had something like this conversation every week. It always ended the same. Wong sighed and shook his head.

“Fine, I won’t hold you back from doing it,” He smiled sadly. “Just get some sleep tonight, all right?”

Stephen smiled back at him and nodded. “I’ll try to, promise,” He said. They both knew that it meant that Stephen would try to go to sleep only if he didn’t get a good case today.

Wong gave him a nod before walking out of the room, probably on his way to Kamar-Taj.

Stephen sighed and shook his head. It was nice to know that Wong cared about him. But he didn’t want Wong to worry over him too much, even if Stephen gave him a lot to worry about.

He grabbed his leather jacket from the dresser it was lying on. Throwing it on and heading out the door, mentally preparing himself for (hopefully) a long day of paperwork with a bit of Stark being an asshole mixed in there. But what else was new?

When this first started out Wong had expected him to make a portal to work each day. Which was absurd-especially since he was trying to keep it a secret that he was a goddamned Sorcerer. Plus, he needed to get to and from crime scenes, and he occasionally had to bring people with him. He couldn’t use a portal then.

So, he bought a motorcycle to use.

Yes, he could have just bought a car, but he’s not sure he can drive one anymore without panicking and remembering….that.

Motorcycle it was.

He slid onto his motorcycle, not bothering with a helmet. He enchanted it when he first got it. It would create a force field around him if he did get in a crash and with a little bit of illusion magic anyone who wanted to see him with a helmet on would.

Stephen sighed as he put in the key and started to drive off to work.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he walked into the office; the air felt tense somehow. Nobody was talking. Not even Clint, which was amazing really. He’d have to learn what was going on so he could shut Clint up when he was getting annoying. Which was like every moment he talked.

It felt as if the whole entire office was looking at him, waiting for him to do something. Stephen glanced over at Natasha, whose desk was nearest to him.

“What the hell’s going on? I didn’t grow a third eye or something, right?” He said disguising it as a light joke. But really he was concerned since it was an actual real possibility at this point.

Natasha smiled sweetly, which was a smile that always meant trouble.

“Stark wants to see you in his office, he has a little surprise for you,” She explained with a shrug of a shoulder in the office’s general direction.

Stephen’s eyebrows furrowed even further. Why the hell would Tony want to see him? Tony left him to do his own thing, only calling him to his office when he needed him on a special case. But those were usually private meetings though, the whole precinct never really knew about them.

“Okay…?” He trailed off. He shook his head and started walking over too Tony’s office.

“Good luck Strange!” Clint called out as Stephen entered the office, closing the door behind him.

Tony was sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer. The office looked exactly how you would think Tony’s office would work once you got to know him. The walls were painted a nice hot red, making the black desk pop in the room. There were a few case files resting on the side of a desk and Stephen felt an itch in his chest to just grab one and look through it. But he could control that itch, for now at least.

Tony glanced up from his computer. “Stephen, what are you doing in here?” Tony joked with one of his classic Stark grins™.

Stephen rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m here because you wanted me here, and apparently the whole goddamned precinct knew about it before me,”

Tony leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, okay fair I have a good reason for that. Just come on sit down,” He said gesturing to the chairs that were in front of his desk.

Stephen gave Tony a quick pointed glare but moved over to sit down in one of the chairs.

“So, what is this about?” Stephen asked.

“Well, someone likes to skip the foreplay,” Tony murmured, grabbing one of the case files off the desk. He flipped through it for a moment, and Stephen couldn’t help but wonder if it actually was a special case that Tony wanted him on.

“Ah, here we go.” He gently tossed the file on the desk making it slide over to Stephen.

Stephen took the file in his ever shaking hands, but at least the shaking wasn’t too noticeable. His eyes were immediately drawn to the picture of a man with long black hair who seemed to be wearing a black suit.

“Some sort of missing person case?” He asked as he skimmed the information on the page.

Tony snorted. “No, Stephen, not everything’s a case you know,” He sighed.

“I don’t think everything is a case,” Stephen retorted as he glanced up, already annoyed with Tony even though he’d only been here for only a minute.

“Yeah sure you don’t,” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just tell me what this is all about,”

Tony smiled, a smile that could not be any good. He put his hands behind his head.

“This is your new partner, Loki Laufeyson,”

Those words hit Stephen like a fucking fireball. No, no, Tony couldn’t have put him with a partner. He’s almost always worked alone, (with the exception of coroners and forensics of course,) only bringing other detectives to help him when he was at the end of his rope. Which was almost never. It was how he worked best; it was how he solved every case. It was how he kept his secret.

“No,” Stephen said firmly, dropping the file on the desk.

“Yes,”

“No,” He said gritting his teeth. “Stark, I can’t work with a partner, you know this already,”

“Strange I know that, but you can’t keep running around without a partner to back you up!” Tony grabbed the folder and held it back out to him.

Stephen crossed his arms. “I don’t need anyone to back me up, and if I do I’ll just ask Natasha or something,”

“She won’t be there all the time, and neither will anyone else,”

“So? Like I said I don’t need backup,”

Tony clenched his jaw.

“Don’t need backup? Strange we all need back up sometimes, and just because you haven’t been shot yet doesn’t mean that you don’t need a partner! In fact your damn lucky that you haven’t gotten shot,” It wasn’t really luck, more just he was really good at dodging bullets and really good with putting up a fight. Which were both things he never expected to be good at.

Tony had a semi-good point though. He ran into everything head first, usually without back up. But that was how he worked.

“It’s still a no from me,”

“Too bad, you’re still getting him as a partner,”

“But-”

“But nothing, you’re getting him as a partner and that’s final,” Tony said, glaring at Stephen. He glared back at Tony, he knew he couldn’t just walk out of here, or just continue to deny Tony. Neither of which would turn out that well for him.

Stephen groaned. “I’ll work one case with him and we’ll see how that goes. Deal?”

Tony smirked like he had won, which he kind of had honestly.

“Sounds good,” He said, offering the file back to him. “Now take this file, go back to your desk and learn a little about your new partner before he gets here,”

Stephen hesitantly grabbed the file from Tony. “When is he going to be here?” He asked getting up from his seat.

Tony shrugged. “Don’t know, Thor said he would be here soon, but he’s just a little uh….” Tony trailed off, glancing around the room. Stephen rose an eyebrow.

“Nervous to do this,”

Stephen slowly nodded, not quite believing what Tony was telling him. He turned on his heel and walked out the door. Today was not going to be a fun day for him.

“I am Loki, God of mischief, I should not be working for the police!” Loki said to Thor for the twentieth time during this car ride that Thor had forced him into. He could leave, just disappear from the car and go back. But he kind of wanted to stay here. To see where Thor was going with all this of course. “Brother, this will be good for you,” Thor said plain and simple. Not taking his eyes off the road for even a split second. He must be used to this by now, which was horrible. Loki would have to up his game. “Oh, yeah? Working with all your little Avenger friends will do me good?”  Loki scoffed crossing his arms against his chest, feeling the seat belt push against his neck slightly. Norns he hated this thing, he understood that Midgardians needed protection against the most simple of things. But why did they always have to make it so uncomfortable?

Thor sighed, shaking his head. “You have been sulking in your room for almost year,” He pointed out. Loki cringed slightly at that. It was true, he barely left his room, only leaving when Thor’s little team needed him.

“So? Just let me sulk for another year, then I’ll be fine,” Loki said with a twinge of pain behind his words. And he knew that Thor noticed it.

“Loki….I know that what happened to Asgard was hard on all of us.”

“You mean all four of us?” Loki said bitterly. He turned to look out the window, watching the cars pass by them.

“Yes, but everyone has tried to move on. Except you, that is,” Thor sounded sad as he said that. Like he was sad that Loki couldn’t get over something that was basically his fault. Something that he could have prevented. It was his fault that almost everybody died that day. Loki shook his head, trying to clear it.

“And working as the FBI will help me ‘move on’?”

“Hm-mm,” Thor hummed. “It’ll be like a fresh start for you,”

“Yes, because working with somebody I already know to solve a murder will be such a fresh start,” Loki said letting the sarcasm seep through his voice. He already knew everybody that worked in Thors division.

“You don’t know the person you’ll be working with,” Loki whipped his head around to look at Thor like he had grown a second head.

“Sorry?” Loki asked.

Thor had a self-satisfying smirk on his face, that Loki just wanted to punch off of him. Maybe he’ll do that later after they were out of the car.

“I haven’t mentioned him, and he’s not an Avenger, so you don’t know him,”

Loki rose an eyebrow. “I thought Stark and Rogers only wanted Avengers in their division,” He said, remembering a stupid meeting that he barely paid any attention to where Stark mentioned it offhandedly.

“They do, but Stephen is the special exception,”

Stephen, okay, this man’s name was Stephen. He’d have to keep that in mind for later.

“Why?”

Thor glanced at him and Loki was suddenly very glad that Thor had gotten a prosthetic eye because it would have been extremely creepy to see him glance over with one eye.

“He is good at his job, so Tony wanted him with us,” Thor sighed as he turned on his turn signal. “He does not know that we’re the Avengers though, so keep that in mind when you work with him,”

That was odd...Stark wouldn’t just want anyone on his team. So Stephen must have something special about him. Something that Tony saw. And Loki almost wanted to find out what that something was.

Almost.

“Who says I’m going to work with him?” Loki asked as Thor turned into the parking lot.

“You do, because if you did not want to at least try to work as an agent then you would have just disappeared ten minutes ago,” Thor pointed out and Loki wants to punch Thor for knowing him so well. Because nobody has that right, at all.

Loki huffed and leaned back into his seat. Thor pulled into a free parking place and turned off the car with a small click. Thor turned to look at him, putting his hand on Loki’s shoulder. Loki sneered at his hand but allowed to stay anyways.

“You’ll be good at this Loki,”

“And how do you know that?” Loki asked, even though they both knew exactly why he would be.

“You know,” Thor said with a small smile.

Loki sighed. “Fine, I’ll try to do it,” He shook his head.”But please let me be able to disappear anytime I want,”

Thor’s smile turned into a full-on grin. “Of course you can do that, just don’t use magic on anything or anyone and we will all be good,”

He frowned. “No magic? Really?”

“No magic, unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Thor pulled his arm away from Loki’s shoulder. He opened the car door.

That stupid rule really, Loki basically breathed magic. But it did make sense, he was going to be working with a Midgardian who had no idea that magic existed after all.

“Your new badge and gun are in the glove box, so come in when you are ready to,”  

Loki tilted his head a bit, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you actually trust me with a gun?”

“No, I really do not,” Thor said with a little twinkle of mischief playing in his eyes. “But I’d rather you have a gun than a blade,” He said knowingly.

Thor got out of the car slowly. “Welcome to your first day on the job Detective Laufeyson,” Thor said before closing the door, leaving Loki alone so that he could prepare himself for whatever hell he just got himself into.

“Human lie detector huh?” Stephen muttered into his second cup of coffee. It was good of Tony to actually give him Loki’s file. He must have learned that Stephen wanted to learn as much as he could about the people he was working with.

So far Loki’s file had been...interesting to say the least. He was a twenty-six-year-old man who had worked his way up quickly, just like he had. He was supposedly good at fighting, knew when to do something and when not to do it and was basically a human lie detector.

Looking at everything Loki was good at made it obvious why Tony wanted him. Tony only took in the best that he could after all.

The precinct was back up to its usual chattering, clearly, the only problem they had was that Stephen was getting a partner and they didn’t know how he would take it. And from what he’s overheard so far everyone thinks that he took it better than they expected.

Hell even he was surprised that he didn’t just walk out of there after hearing it.

“Stephen!”

He looked up from the file. Thor was walking towards his desk, he had his jacket folded over one arm.

Stephen smiled at Thor. Thor was always the nicest to him, even when he first got here and nobody really trusted him.

“Hey buddy, heard that you were the one bringing the new recruit here,” Stephen said, taking a sip of his coffee.

Thor nodded happily. “Yes, I am, he’s in the car right now,”

“Hm, so he really is nervous?”

Thor’s face twisted in confusion and maybe a little disgust in there. Stephen wasn’t completely sure.

“Nervous?” Thor laughed quietly. “ My brother nervous? You must kid,” Thor came to a stop in front of his desk.

Stephen choked on air.  He coughed for a moment before he could say anything

“He’s your brother?” He said, setting down his coffee on his desk slowly. He should have seen it coming honestly, Loki and Thor were brothers in mythology after all.

Thor cocked his head. “Yes, did Tony not tell you?”

“All he gave me is this,” He waved the file around. “And it mentions nothing about you two being brothers, also he has a different last name than yours,” Stephen said, still trying to recover from the shock that Thor had a brother that he never mentioned.

Thor glanced up for a second then nodded. “I’ll have to talk to Tony about not telling you that, but yes he has a different last name because he’s-”

“Adopted,” A posh voice said. Stephen and Thor looked away from each other to look at whoever said that.

“I’m adopted, I decided to use my real father’s last name so I wouldn’t be compared to my brother,” Loki explained as he stopped next to Thor. Putting his hands on his hips. He looked exactly like the picture, he was even wearing the same black on black suit. The only difference was that he had his hair pulled up in a low bun. Honestly, he was getting full marks appearance wise, now he had to find out what he was like personality wise.

“I’m Loki Laufeyson and I take it your Stephen?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Stephen gave a small smile to him.

“Yes, Stephen Strange, nice to meet you,”

“It is a pleasure to meet you too, partner,”

“Don’t call me that.”

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Vampire: Loki x Reader - Pt 5

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Please comment, thank you, I appreciate hearing feedback from you guys! (I don’t like how this turned out but maybe if I reread it it won’t feel so bad... ok that’s my critique, if you have any thoughts let me know, I think you’ll see what bothers me)

In the morning, you woke, dressed in your newfound clothes and made your way down to the pantry and ultimately the kitchen. Thor was nowhere to be seen.

As before, the door to the basement was carefully locked and sealed. You tested the locks to be sure, not knowing what was down there and slightly fearful of it coming out. Part of you wondered when your caretaker duties would begin, where Thor's brother was located. A larger part of you already knew.

You shivered, looking at the sturdy door, so strained by whatever lived in the basement.

Moving on, you made your way to the pantry and assembled items for a small but satisfactory breakfast. It would be a nice change from the hospital cafeteria you had spent so much time at.

Living in this country as you had, your mother had often warned you of the dark magic that was said to circulate the soil. You wondered idly if that dark magic was finally entering into your life. Everything about the layout of the house promised as such, yet you still couldn't bring yourself to fully believe it. They had just been idle tales sprung by a bored housewife, yet your mother had not been the only one to warn you.

Many stories of people going missing in the night, creatures so pale with long teeth and clawlike fingers snatching children from their beds, the forests alive with beasts from ancient times, different rituals that one must follow – no matter how silly, everyone adhered to their strict guidelines. You thought of the forest in your home town, that no child entered alone, no grown man either. Visitors from outside lands laughed at the superstitions and the people of your village accepted the mockery, but even still, their ways did not change. Every third generation, or so, someone would ignore the warnings. They would enter the woods alone, cross the river that had been blessed and promises made to never touch, drink from the well that was considered sacred, something would be touched that should not, entered that should be left well alone, and they would go missing. Everyone would accept that they had left the country in the middle of the night, gone to new lands to start a new life fresh and alone. But it was known. In quiet corners of pubs, people would whisper, stories would be shared and sightings confirmed. That person was dead or worse and so the fear continued.

There were certain buildings, abandoned for centuries that you best not enter, and though you weren't certain if this was one, you felt by the renovations that something evil had been disturbed.

“Good morning.” Thor said, wiping his eyes from bleary sleep.

You startled from your thoughts, dropping your silverware with a jump before forcing a smile. “Morning.” You managed to reply evenly.

Thor sighed heavily and sank into the seat opposite you, he seemed to have slept terribly. You opted to ask him.

Nodding, Thor replied, “Not a wink. There's so much to tend to with this place and anyone that helps has to be flown in from other places, almost no local agrees to help no matter the price.”

You glanced at him wryly, thinking of your own price. “They're clearly not desperate enough. I'm sure if a harvest goes bad or a family member falls ill, they'll come around.”

“Sorry.” Thor muttered, standing up and finding his own breakfast.

You shrugged, “I was desperate, still am. Though I wonder what happens if I become less desperate.”

“If you stop valuing your sister's life?” Thor interjected.

You grit your teeth and turned your head slightly, the insult stinging. “Something like that.”

“Let's see how my brother takes to you first. Perhaps he won't like you and you'll leave.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. There had been no signs of other people before you. “What's wrong with him?”

Thor shifted uncomfortably, “He's ill.”

“You have money, why not take him to one of those hospital my sister was sent to?”

“Not that type of illness.” Thor mumbled, shirking away from you as he busied himself with the food.

“Uh-huh.” You nodded slowly, “An illness no doctor can treat? You know, even in this small country, we're aware of such conditions. They're different people but there's treatment of sorts, usually talking helps. Locking them away from the outside world does no good.”

Thor grit his teeth and glared at you, “This one is different.”

Again, you nodded slowly, “So what is it?”

“I'll show you tonight, for now, eat up and get some rest, it's going to be a long night.” Thor stalked out of the room, plate of food in hand.

You watched him go, seeing him pass the basement and absently check the locks before disappearing down the hallway.

Your mother's stories echoed loudly in the back of your mind.

-

-

For the rest of the day, you grazed on food as you felt hungry, or bored. You took naps and read in the library. There was an expansive collection, centuries of books and some in runes that you couldn't hope to decipher. You wandered the building, looking in old dust covered rooms with chairs covered in moth-eaten sheets. There was a laboratory of sorts and several studies. Dusty notes and chemistry supplies covering table after table. Truly a mad scientist could have lived here.

There was a television in your room, you found eventually, as well as a video player. You wondered if there might be any movies that you could watch but failed to find any. Perhaps you would ask Thor later, make a list of things that could entertain you if this was how your days were to be spent. Though, if your work were to mostly take place at night, perhaps your night and days would shift.

As you skulked through the many hallways, occasionally passing by the basement door – checking its locks absently – you wondered if there might be a way to get exercise equipment. If there were traditional caretaker activities, you wanted to be in peak physical shape. A treadmill wouldn't be too bad, in case you ever found opportunity to...

You pushed the thought away. Being able to run any distance would be an advantage, especially if the thing in the basement...

Again you pushed the thought away. Stagnation was bad. You left it at that.

-

-

In the evening, as the sun dipped past the horizon, you found yourself sitting on your bed, fully dressed. Your leg was crossed over the other as you sat propped up by several pillows, reading an old romance novel.

A knocking sounded at your door.

“Come in.” You called.

The door opened and Thor appeared. “It's time.”

-

Thor led you down the halls, across the house and to the basement door.

“We're going in?” You asked as he began the tedious task of undoing each lock.

“I said not to go alone.” Thor said over his shoulder, offering you a quick smile.

“Great, and the thing that did that damage?” You inclined your head towards the strained hinges.

Thor smiled but remained quiet, pulling the chains away and swing the door open. “Shall we?” He grabbed the briefcase and the lantern, slowly descending down the stairs.

You exhaled heavily, then started to follow him.

The air was musty and chilly, much cooler than the rest of the building. The gloom easily overwhelmed the light of the lantern, the small flame valiantly fighting back but failing miserably.

“Stay near the light.” Thor muttered. For a moment he reconsidered and handed the lantern over to you. “Follow me closely.”

You stayed near Thor, nearly hugging his shoulder, brushing against him as you followed after him, holding the light out. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you looked down and saw fresh dirt mixed over the flagstones of the ground, as though parts of the basement had been freshly dug and other parts had existed long ago.

Thor continued on into the gloom, taking out a small lighter and lighting sconces as the two of you walked. The sconces struggled to life, casting your bodies onto long dark shadows that flickered and danced as the two of you walked.

“Loki!” Thor called, though his voice seemed to get swallowed by the darkness.

You glanced back over your shoulder and saw a trail of lights leading to the stairs. Then you looked back at Thor and saw that you were nearing an alcove of sorts.

There was a large green bed, looking sinfully soft. It was decadent and fancier than any you had seen, yet there was a fine layer of dust on it, as though it had not been used in a long time. Perhaps you would have to clean it. What a peculiar place inside such a heavily guarded basement.

Near the bed, there was a makeshift bathroom with no walls, merely a bath and a sink. No toilet you noted curiously.

Thor gently grabbed your wrist, if you had not seen him move, you would have jumped out of your skin. He angled the lantern light onto an ornate velvet lined coffin. A set of chains were fastened securely to the wall beside it. As you looked closer, you realized they disappeared into the dark parts of the basement that Thor had not lit up.

“I know you're there, Loki.” Thor called, his foot kicking the chains.

“You have him chained up?” You whispered horrified.

Thor looked at you pained, “You'll understand.”

You shook your head, “This isn't a beast we're talking about, some vicious animal that will attack without reason, this is your brother!” Your voice rose in pitch as you admonished him.

Cold laughter came from the shadows and immediately you regretted raising your voice. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end, goosebumps forming on your skin and you spun around, trying to find the source of the laughter.

“Like father all over again, new toys to keep me company.” A cold voice from nowhere and everywhere taunted.

“Loki...” There was heavy warning to Thor's voice. “I fed you yesterday, usually you do better the next day, what's wrong?”

“What's wrong, what's wrong?” The cold voice, who you assumed was Loki, taunted. “Bring new eyes to study the chained beast?”

“Loki, remember yourself!”

The chains rattled and hissed and then slowly a man came into view. He was tall and gaunt, eyes sunken, mostly green but tinges of red played on the irises.

The man was beautiful, you noted, your heart skipping a beat as you took in his appearance. Or rather once was... could be? It was confusing. He seemed to have neglected himself, something dried and red stained his mouth – juice you hoped – as well as his battered and torn shirt. You saw signs of fresh cuts and scars on his skin, as well as older long healed ones. His hair hang in curtains, unkempt and unwashed, needing a trim though it appealed to you at its current length, past his shoulders. Though there was a redness on the colored parts of his eyes – another disconcerting aspect of his appearance – the green entranced you; however they were dull and had lost any sheen they once held. The man held the appearance of someone who had lost weight quickly and in an unfortunate way, his clothes illfitting and hanging loosely on his frame.

Then your eyes trailed to his hands, clenched tightly but held in front of him by the heavy manacles inscribed with strange markings your mind couldn't decipher.

The man, Loki you presumed, tilted his head at you and smiled coldly – it didn't reach his eyes. “Do I frighten you, little lamb?” You saw the fangs protruding over his lower lip and stepped back involuntarily.

At first you were speechless, struggling to respond. The stories your mother had warned you of, of course you had accepted and believed them, but only in theory, to actually see a creature like this before you? “You're not real.” You whispered.

“Oh I can assure you, I am very real.” Loki replied, stepping forward menacingly. “And why are you here?”

Of all the answers that flitted through your mind, you don't know why you chose, “My sister.”

Loki squinted at you, taken aback, physically recoiling at your words. “Your what?” He hissed.

You bit your lip. “Her name is Marcy, she's ill. Thor, your brother, promised me her health if I stayed with you as your caretaker.” Tears welled in your eyes, you didn't know how you could care for this creature, a being of darkness and evil. Your hands shook, the lantern swaying dangerously. You closed your eyes and shook your head, tears rolling down your cheeks as sobs wracked your body. All of what you had been through, the fear of losing your sister, the years of pain at her illness, then the hope of this strange man offering you what you so desperately needed and desired, only to end like this. “I'm sorry.” you sobbed.

Loki stepped towards you, cuffed hands held out. Thor moved protectively in front of you, eyeing Loki distrustfully.

Loki glared at Thor as you tried to see through the tears in your eyes. “You risk sacrificing your life for your sister?” Loki murmured, head tilted.

“You would hurt me?” You asked.

Loki looked away, “I don't know what I would do. I'm... I'm not myself. Perhaps I am more myself than ever.”

“Loki...” Thor said slowly, “if this is about that Jotun thing.”

Loki hissed suddenly, eyes flashing red and lunged at Thor. You jumped to the side as the two brothers fell in a heap, tackling and grabbing at the other. Loki hissed and growled, snarling as he tried to claw at Thor, his teeth gnashing as he lunged at any available part of Thor.

Lightning crackled in Thor's hands, his eyes going bright blue, and his fist slammed into Loki, making contact with his chest. Loki was thrown back, flying across the room and hitting one of the pillars with a solid thud. His head smacked against the pillar and he lay still, head lolling to the side.

At first you had taken off running but seeing the brothers fight, something in you hesitated.

Thor winced, rolling over onto his side and slowly sitting up, fresh claw marks on his arms.

You looked between him and Loki, barely illuminated in the gloom, then made a split second decision and dashed over to the fallen man. “Are you alright?” You knelt down beside him.

Thor called your name, “Wait, no! I can't protect you from here!”

Loki's eyes slowly opened as he looked up at you. He seemed dazed.

You reached your hand out and touched his cheek. Loki flinched at the contact, stiffening as your hand stroked his face. “Are you alright?”

Loki blinked up at you, struggling where he sat, muscles clenching and unclenching as he stared at you. Finally his head sank into your touch and his eyes fluttered shut and he lay unmoving.

“I think you really hurt him.” You mumbled over your shoulder.

Thor slowly walked over, hands out warily. He looked down at Loki and moved to check his pulse, sighing before his hand reached Loki's neck and pulling away. “I don't know how to tell, I'm still new to this.”

“Put him on the bed.” You ordered Thor.

“He prefers the coffin.” Thor muttered, “he sleeps in it during the day, I've seen it.”

“Well I can't look at him if he's in such a cramped place.”

Thor hoisted Loki up on his shoulder and carried him over to the bed, dropping him as gently as he could. A puff of dust rose in the air and you waved it away from your face, hoping to avoid sneezing.

Loki groaned, rolling on his back, his hands held tightly to his chest.

“These wounds are going to fester if you don't tend to them.” You pointed at the cuts.

“Do... do vampire wounds fester? What bacteria would feast on the dead like this?”

You bit your lip and looked at the raw skin under the manacles. “These conditions can't be healthy for him.”

“They're not healthy for me!” Thor snapped back, pointing at the myriad of scars and cuts on him. “This is to keep him from running out of here and going after the nearest village.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Thor looked away sheepishly, “That's what Analise said.”

“Analise?”

“The... the one who turned him.”

“You asked for him to be like this?” Your voice went shrill.

Thor shifted uncomfortably, “He had died.”

“You robbed him of a peaceful death, for what?”

Thor swallowed hard and looked away, “For me.”

You shook your head in disbelief looking back at Loki curled up on the bed. Your face softened, heart panging as you looked at him curled up in pain. “I don't know the anatomy of a vampire. Do they heal by normal means?”

Thor bit his lip. “I hadn't thought to ask, I didn't expect him to injure himself.”

“These are self inflicted?” Your horror grew. “Does he realize what you made him?”

“I think so.”

“Oh you poor thing,” you stroked his cheek with the back of your hand. His body seemed to unclench ever so slightly. “He looks kinda like Marcy on her sickest days. Body starving itself, barely a corpse, clearly not right in the mind. It's no wonder he attacked you.”

“You're saying I deserved that?” Thor looked at you indignant.

“You must've upset him!”

Thor opened his mouth to respond but instead snapped his mouth shut, angrily glaring at you.

“Perhaps this Analise has more information on... well vampires, how long since he turned?”

“A few months, she said such violent outbursts were not uncommon for fledglings.”

You absently brushed your fingers through his hair, trying to ignore the many knots. Pursing your lips, you looked at Thor, “I've heard stories that vampires regain their strength through blood.” The concept of doing so willingly had never crossed your mind before, more so a warning to prevent vampires from drinking blood.

“Would that work?” Thor frowned, “would we want him to regain his strength?”

“I don't know, he's your brother, if you did this to him on purpose, wouldn't you want him healthy?”

“Healthy, yes, attacking me, not so much.”

“Caring for a vampire.” You sat on the bed, still toying with his hair. Shaking your head you looked up at Thor, “I think we're going to have to collect any information on vampires we can find, including this Analise. Maybe there are better ways of dealing with a fledgling than locking it in your basement and chaining him up.”

Thor rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, “I was trying my best.”

You shook your head tiredly, “This is what you're paying me for I guess.” Biting your lip you pulled your hand away from Loki and set both of your hands in your lap. You looked back at Thor, “Did you mean to have him drink from me?”

“Yes.” Thor looked at the ground. “But only enough to sustain him, not to kill you, I meant for you to be his caretaker. I was hoping he might bond with someone in ways he had not with me.”

“Am I the first?” You feared the answer.

“I was quicker to introduce Loki to the others, and he didn't have another food source outside them.” Thor swallowed hard, “my sins are many, I know this, but I do not wish ill to you, and even if something should happen...” He trailed off.

You looked back at Loki then up at Thor, “This is for my sister. I know the terms that you won't let me leave.”

“No.”

“Then I'll do everything I can to help him,” you licked your lips, glancing back at Loki then up at Thor, “I think it's best we let him rest, get more blood hopefully in sanitary conditions and I'll see if that library has any lore on vampires. Then we can work on helping him. I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm going to help a vampire, as long as you heal my sister and I'm not allowed to leave, those are my terms.”

“Thank you, kind lady.” Thor bowed low. Loki wasn't moving and Thor winced glancing down at him, “Let's return upstairs, it should be nearing morning and he does not handle the day well.”

“This is handling things well?”

Thor chuckled, “I learned that fast.”

[iamanartichoke]

Imagining domestic Loki and Thor just living a normal life on Earth except they occasionally go off and fight villains or whatever is just one of my favorite things to do. It’s like, regular, every day life is so routine and normal and boring, and even royalty from our own planet are pretty far removed from the day-to-day, so like ... Viking space alien princes? Get me some popcorn because I’d watch the Thor and Loki Show all day, every day. 

I mean, like, imagine they kept fighting over whose turn it was to load and unload the dishwasher and Thor is ready to strangle Loki because when Loki finally gets around to doing it, he puts all the glasses in there right-side up, so that when Thor goes to empty it, they’re full of gray, soapy dishwater. And Thor just, “Goddamn it, Loki, I know you’re just pretending you don’t know how to do this so I won’t keep making you do it,” and Loki is like, “I’m offended that you would think I’d stoop so low, but since you mention it, shouldn’t we have a servant to do these things?” And Thor has to explain, again, that on Asgard they were wealthy princes but on Midgard they gotta cut coupons and do their own dishes because - I mean, where do they get their money, really? They don’t get paid to be Avengers (and in my domestic Thor and Loki universe, Loki is also an Avenger because reasons). 

Anyway, it stands to reason that the money comes from somewhere, so maybe they have to suck it up and get day jobs. Thor becomes a construction worker, because of course he does. He can lift two ton rocks and bricks all day long without even breaking a sweat, or whatever it is that construction workers build with. Which is the downside of the job - Midgardian tools are so ridiculous and tiny, Thor keeps breaking them. He’ll be earnestly using a drill only to press too hard and the entire thing just explodes and screws are flying every which way while the other guys are scrambling to not get hit and Thor is like, “Shit! Sorry! My fault! Won’t happen again!” 

“You fucking said that two fucking days ago when it was the nail gun, Thor,” one of the guys says. 

“Yeah, and what about that ladder you broke last week? Still waiting to be reimbursed for that,” someone else chimes in. 

Thor is offended, like, “It’s not my fault your tools are so flimsy, I’m just trying to do my job, here, give me a break,” and I imagine that most of the other guys are kind of wary of/jealous of Thor so they don’t like him but Thor has made friends with the quiet guy on the job named Jimmy, who shows up on time and doesn’t join in with the Guy Talk and always eats a baloney sandwich for lunch and just wants to do his job and go home so he can provide for his partner and their baby. 

So Jimmy speaks up and says, “Cut the guy some slack. Didn’t he just catch that falling beam this morning that would have smashed your thick skull, Todd?” And Todd just grumbles and eventually everyone gets back to work and Thor shoots Jimmy a grateful look. Jimmy just smiles, nods, and gets back to his hammering. They’re total work bros. They get each other. Thor starts joining Jimmy on his lunch break, eating baloney sandwiches, but Jimmy only has one and Thor has, like, six. Jimmy jokes that Thor’s entire paycheck goes toward baloney and bread, which is probably not too far from the truth. And of course they never hang out outside of work because it breaks the work bro code. 

Meanwhile. Loki gets some kind of office job where he has his own cubicle that he casts a spell around every day so that nobody else can come in or pop their heads over the side to say good morning or show him pictures of their dogs. Loki in the workplace is an interesting thing because you’d think he’d be a little mischievous shit who’d get fired for something stupid like always purposefully cc’ing the whole company on emails and constantly taking three-hour lunch breaks. 

But Loki actually takes his job seriously because he likes being unpredictable and he likes that it makes everyone nervous when he just shows up, works, and minds his own business. Clearly he must be plotting something nefarious. Which, of course, he is, because he is Loki, but in this instance it’s just harmless pranks for his own amusement. 

The tricks are so gradual and subtle that they almost go unnoticed. Magically emptying the water cooler precisely when three gossipy coworkers head over for their usual 9:07am chat, so that they have to wait for the maintenance guy to bring up a new bottle - which, once he gets there, Loki has magically refilled the cooler and the gossip crew all question whether or not they’re too stressed lately. Rewiring the copier so that it only responds to voice commands, but it misunderstands them, so every once in awhile someone will shout, “No, FIFTEEN COPIES, NOT FIFTY,” or “DOUBLE-SIDED, DAMN IT!” And other such mundanities. Replacing all of the sugar in the break room with a magical powder that effects humans not unlike alcohol, so things got a little weird and rowdy one otherwise boring Thursday afternoon. 

Eventually, Loki will get bored with both the work and the harmless pranks, and he’ll quit and go try to figure out how to rebuild the BiFrost, and Thor, I’m sure, will finally go too far one day and accidentally breaks the super expensive plasma cutter. Tony decides to hire Thor as a “consultant,” doing whatever, and Thor and Jimmy get together for lunch once or twice a month (the work bro code is null and void when one of the bros no longer works there). 

But in the meantime, until that day comes, Thor and Loki will just do their thing, being really proud of themselves for fitting in on Midgard and making honest livings, and sometimes at night when they come home, Loki opens the refrigerator and says, “Why do we have so much fucking baloney?” and Thor proudly tapes up a color-coded chore chart that they have to follow, no exceptions. 

But Loki still puts the glasses right-side up in the dishwasher. 

[imagine-loki]

Loki and the Witchling

TITLE: Loki and the Witchling 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 19/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

RATING: T (so far) 

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

     You spent the next month in even more lessons than usual. It was a nightmare. You had school, magic lessons with Loki, magic lessons with Doctor Strange, dancing lessons with Thor and Nat and occasionally Tony and Pepper, plus actual combat lessons. You passed out on the couch over your homework more than one night from overwork. “Witchling, you have got to learn to pace yourself and say ‘no’ occasionally,” Loki scolded gently one night as he carried you to your bed after you’d passed out on the couch trying to finish your calculus homework.

    “I can say no,” you murmured, only half-awoken by his words.

    “Sure you can, witchling,” he chuckled. “I have yet to hear you say that you cannot take on an additional training or lesson,”

    “That’s cuz I can,” you replied. He sighed in loving exasperation.

    “You do not have to keep proving yourself. You are already part of the team, and they need to learn to respect your limits,” he reminded you gently.

    “I love you too,” you murmured, cuddling yourself more comfortably in his arms and dozing back off.

    One of these days one of the two of you might say the words while you were awake…

    *

    Your respite came the next morning. You hadn’t even realized the date at first, but knew as soon as you went down to breakfast the something was wrong. Everything felt wrong and you could smell the magic in the air. On a hunch you asked. “Jarvis, what’s today’s date?”

    “It is April the first, miss,”

    “Shit,” you mumbled. You cursed again when the elevator doors open and you spotted the rest of the team. You should not have come downstairs today.

    “Y/N! What’s going on?!” Cap demanded when ‘he’ spotted you. The trouble was that all of the team was currently the opposite gender. They all looked pissed, except Thor who was just shoving your poptarts in his currently female face.

    You shrugged as you stepped into the room and onto the battlefield. You hadn’t been affected by this spell. “No idea. It wasn’t me,” you replied, actually innocently. You had nothing to do with this. You tried so very hard not to laugh at Tony playing with his boobs.

    “You’re the only one not affected,” Bruce said logically.

    You shrugged again and stole some of the poptarts from Thor. Thor growled at you, but the effect was diminished out of a female throat. You kissed him on the cheek in reply, enjoying annoying your adopted older brother. “Thanks for sharing,” you grinned. “I didn’t know anything about this until I walked off the elevator. And before you ask, I haven’t seen Loki this morning and don’t know where he is. He’s probably laughing at all of the chaos,”

    “You’re supposed to keep a leash on him,” Tony grumbled, finally looking up from his new boobs.

    “Even if it were my job to keep a leash on him, which it’s not, since he’s my boyfriend, not my prisoner; today is April Fool’s Day. Even I’m not stupid enough to try to think I have any control over anything he does today. My advice is try to stay in his good graces so the pranks don’t get worse,” you told them as you sat with Thor to eat poptarts. “At least you’re all still pretty,” you added, earning you more glares and curses from the team.

    “And why are you unaffected?” Clint asked.

    “It is unwise to upset one’s kærasta,” Loki’s voice came from the elevator, but it wasn’t quite right. You turned with everyone else to watch the beautiful woman with long black hair step out of the elevator. You grinned and got to your feet to rush over to Loki.

    “Morning Loki. Decided to join in the fun?” you asked her. She was still taller than you, but not as much so as usual. She looked hesitant, worried, unsure of your reaction. So you leaned up and kissed her, just like you would have on any other day. You saw the relief in her eyes and smile.

    “It seemed like such fun. Would you care to join us?”

    “No, thank you. Not my cup of tea,” you replied. You took Loki’s hand and led her to the dining room table where you stole more poptarts from Thor.

    “How come she gets a choice?” Tony demanded like a petulant child.

    “Kærasta,” Loki repeated pleasantly.

    “Care to explain that word, love? You keep using it and I’d like to know what it means,”

    “It means ‘darling’” Loki started

    “Or ‘beloved’” Thor added. You nodded and stored that piece of information away.

    “An emergency has come in with a group of enhanced,” Jarvis announced.

    “Show us,” Cap and Tony ordered at the same time. Footage came up on the screen of people blowing up buildings.

    “Suit up,” Cap ordered. “Loki, lift your spell!”

    “I cannot. The spell ends at midnight. Not a moment sooner,” Loki replied with a grin, enjoying the chaos. It wasn’t really hurting anything, since everyone still had their powers and skills, just the wrong body parts.

    “Um…Cap. None of our suits will fit,” Nat reminded everyone.

    “Sure they will,” Loki said pleasantly. “I am not a heathen.” Everyone had to have clothes that would fit, and look nice, or Loki would’ve been sad.

    “You and Y/N are coming too. This looks bad and we need everyone’s help. Meet us on the flight deck. You have five minutes,” Cap addressed that last part to everyone. You and Loki used magic to change into your battle costumes. Loki’s was changed for being female today, but she still had the golden horned helmet. Yours was just a plain black SHIELD uniform. It looked nearly identical to Nat’s. You tied your hair back carefully.

    “Need one?” You asked offering Loki a hair-tie. She laughed and shook her head.

    “My hair will not misbehave during a mission.” You slipped the hairtie back on your wrist among its friends.

    “We better get upstairs,” you said a bit nervously. You weren’t usually brought along on missions. Cap must’ve thought this would be bad.

    “We will be fine, darling,” Loki reassured you as you rode the elevator upstairs. Thor was next to join you. The others took longer getting ready, except Nat, who didn’t seem as affected by the body-change as everyone else. She started setting up the jet you were all going to take. Everyone else rushed into the jet and took their seats. You watched excitedly as the plane took off. Loki giggled at your reaction.

    “I’ve never flown before,” you explained. “Well, except once, but that was by Thor and not by airplane, so it doesn’t count,”

    “When did Thor fly you?”

    “After he saw what my foster father did to my face. He decided to take me to the Avengers tower that instant,” you explained as you watched the world out the window of the jet. It was fascinating and terrifying at the same time.

    It wasn’t long before you reached your destination. “Y/N, stay under cover and out of the direct fight. We don’t want to lose our healer. Don’t be stupid,” Cap ordered to you as your part of the directions. “Protect the healer,” Cap ordered the others. You tried not to roll your eyes. You could protect yourself.

    You and Loki stuck together for the beginning of the battle. You both fought very similarly, using magic and illusions and being out of the line of fire instead of trying to take the hits. “Kid, Clint’s been shot!” Tony’s voice came over the device in your ear.

    “Again?” You grumbled. “Where is he? Set a flare and I’ll teleport there,” The flare appeared and you teleported to the spot. Tony was standing over Clint, defending him. “I’ve got this,” you told Tony as you knelt beside Clint and got to work, throwing a shield around the two of you for protection until the healing was complete. Tony jetted off to go fight other things. You got Clint healed and he jumped back up to get back to the attack.

    After that, you had to teleport all around the battlefield, healing your friends and throwing magic and daggers at the enemies.

    “There’s a healer!” one of the bad guys called when they caught you healing Cap. Cap shielded the two of you with his shield the next instant when the enemies converged on you. You grabbed Cap and teleported both of you behind the line of the bad guys. Thor dropped from the sky and hit Cap’s shield with his hammer, knocking out that entire group.

    “Y/N, get to Nat!” Clint’s voice was frantic in your ear.

    “Where is she?” you demanded. Stark sent up another flare. You teleported over there and knelt beside Nat to get to work healing her. “Stark, guard us. I can’t keep teleporting all over, making shields, and healing.” Your magic was strong, but even you had limits and this fight was going to test them.

    It took a lot more magic and a ton more healing during battle before the battle was done. Everyone was drained by the time you finally defeated the enhanced and bound them for SHIELD to come collect.

    You still had one more job and had to use more magic to calm the Hulk so he could change back into Bruce. It took awhile to get Hulk to recognize you. He was still so battle hazed. You finally had to rip your hairtie out with a bloody hand so Hulk could see your hair. “It’s me, Hulk. The healer,” you said softly, gently, using soothing magic as soon as you got close enough. You placed a hand on Hulk’s arm when he finally calmed enough and shoved more soothing magic into him, until he stumbled away a few steps to change back into Bruce. You summoned a cape to wrap around Bruce, since Loki’s spell was still in effect and you were sure that Bruce didn’t want everyone to see him without a shirt when he was a girl.

    Loki pulled you to your feet while Nat helped Bruce to his. “Are you ok?” you asked Loki. You hadn’t seen her for most of the battle and your healer instincts took priority to everything else.

    “I’m fine, witchling. The battle is over. We can all go home now,” Loki wrapped an arm around you to support you on the walk back to the jet. Thor came up and wrapped an arm around your other side.

    “Good work today, healer,” he said jovially.

    “Thanks, Thor,” even your voice sounded tired.

    The flight home was uneventful, everyone slept and Jarvis flew the plane home. They praised your work again, knowing full well that your battlefield healing was the only reason that fight wasn’t a thousand times worse. The group passed out in the livingroom after drinks for their nerves. You were excluded from that due to your age and the fact that Cap was in the room. You passed out curled on the couch with Loki regardless.

    You stole an image of everyone passed out in the wrong genders from Jarvis’ footage later to tape up in your locker and add to your collection.

    Loki’s spell was nearly over when the group woke again. You somehow convinced them to take a group picture in costume before the spell ended. That picture was definitely going up in your locker. Hell, it was on Facebook thirty seconds after it was taken. The internet loved the April Fool’s joke.

    You walked upstairs with Loki after the team had raided the fridge so you could get some proper sleep. Your hand was in Loki’s and you were chatting as you walked, like nothing had changed. “It does not disturb you to see me like this?” Loki asked, her voice worried and scared.

    “Love, what is it going to take to convince you that I don’t care what you look like? You’re my Loki no matter what form you’re in. It doesn’t matter if you’re male or female, Jotun, Asgardian, human. I love you no matter what,” you told her firmly. You felt the thousand shades of red your face turned when you realized what you said.

    “I love you too, witchling,” Loki replied and leaned down to kiss you. You met her halfway. The clock chimed midnight while you were kissing.

    “The spell didn’t end?” you asked when the kiss broke and you saw that Loki was still female.

    “This was not part of the spell. I just wished to be female,” Loki replied with a grin.

    You shrugged. “Fair enough,”

    “The rest of the team is back to normal,” she added.

    “That’s good. Tony’s a whiny baby when he has boobs,” you laughed, getting a giggle out of Loki too.

    “Tony is always a whiny baby. Just because he suffered defenestration once he forever does not like me,” Loki mock-whined.

    “Poor baby,” you laughed, but your laugh was punctuated by a yawn. “I should get some real sleep. The team can’t survive a minute in the fight without someone needing healed. Night Loki,”

    “Goodnight, witchling,” she replied. You gave her one last kiss before entering your own suite to get some sleep.

    *

    A few days later you had to go hunting Loki in the building. He wasn’t at breakfast and hadn’t been in his room when you went looking for him that morning. You’d braved downstairs with the largest dagger you’d found hidden in Loki’s room and without your powers. “Jarvis, do you know where Loki is?” You had to ask when Loki wasn’t at breakfast.

    “He is downstairs training with Thor,” Jarvis replied.

    “Thank you, Jarvis,” you replied and headed back to the elevator to go find your wayward boyfriend. He was in one of the training rooms with Thor, where they were sparring shirtless. You took a minute to take some pictures and enjoy the view before you entered the room and drew attention to yourself.

    They both turned and greeted you at the same time. Loki rushed over to you, concern in his expression. “Witchling, you should be in bed,” he said gently. You nodded, sure he could feel that you were without your powers.

    “I was going to go curl back up with a book, but this seems like way more fun to watch.” You’d rather spend the morning with him than hiding alone in your room. They both chuckled at that.

    “You can stay and watch if you would like,” Loki told you with a smile. Thor nodded agreement. “But that cannot be the reason you came down here?”

    “No, I came to see if you had any tea?”

    He gave you a warm smile. “Of course, darling,” he replied. He summoned you a comfortable chair with a throw blanket and got you settled there with a cup of his healing tea. You watched them spar, enjoying both the view of the two very handsome men shirtless, and their very different fighting styles. The fear was still there in the back of your mind, but you knew you were safe in Loki’s company, and by extension, Thor’s. You didn’t know how long they worked, they both had more stamina than humans and could and did fight for hours. The tea cup refilled itself and the saucer floated next to you so you didn’t need a table.

    “Witchling, how asleep are you?” Loki asked softly a long while later.

    “‘m awake,” you murmured, trying to open your eyes. It didn’t work so you gave up. Your head was pillowed on your arms, on the arm of the chair, curled up like a kitten under the throw blanket.

    “I see that,” he replied dryly. “Thor and I are done down here. Time to finish your nap in your own bed.” He lifted you carefully into his strong arms, cradled against his cool, still shirtless, chest. You didn’t wake any further. You were safe with him, even without your powers.

    “You love her, brother,” Thor commented. “I have never seen you like this in all of our years,”

    “I believe the Earth term is ‘duh’,” Loki replied defensively. “She is my girlfriend. It would be a bad sign indeed if I did not love her,”

    “You have had girlfriends and flirtations before. This is not that,”

    “What is your point, Thor?” Loki grumbled, still defensive.

    “My point, darling brother, is that you tend to poke at things until they break and do stupid things for attention. She could be your eiginkona if you do not to something stupid to mess it up or scare her away,”

    “She has not been scared away by my Jotun form or my desire to occasionally be female; I doubt anything could scare her,” Loki’s voice was full of pride and joy.

    “That may be true. It is obvious how much she loves you, brother. She just spent an entire morning without her powers in the company of two fighting men. I think only Lady Sif would have done anything like that at home,”

    “Sif would have joined in to kick both of our asses for being male in her presence. We should be glad that Y/N just wanted to watch.”

    Thor chuckled. “The point is, that your darling braved her fear just to spend time with you this morning, and trusted you enough to fall asleep while we were sparring and she is vulnerable. Do not be stupid now that you finally have what you have always been looking for, brother,”

[imagine-marvelously]

Below the Mask: Obvious Fracture

Pairing: OC x Loki

Word count: 2,236 (long, worth it)

Timeline: We are going to pretend everyone survives Infinity War in 2019 and Loki is brought back and all is good. This takes place in 2021, ish. May change. Oh, and like June. I need to be specific, you’ll see why. 

Summary: Loki insists on going to the same magic shop practically every day; the shop owner isn’t the fondest of his bizarre insistence and behavior. 

Quick Note: Hey, new blog here. Will write any and all marvel, but mostly Loki, tbh. 

The familiar jingle of the door forces Estella to stand up rapidly in order to greet her customer, especially because this visitor does not feel like a regular. Summer can throw off auras, but unlikely As she does so, however, she bumps her head on the counter. Never the one for being graceful, at least she can take pride in being named ‘Star’. 

Literally. 

“Hi, uh, welcome to Illusive Arts, can I help you with - ah,” one of the two cats that linger around the store jumps on her shoulder, patting their paw right where she it her head. Of course he just wants to help. “- anything?”

The stranger looks amused at the sight before him. A girl of just over 5’ pulling calico cat off her unbuttoned flannel while also fighting off the growing bump on her forehead. Though her thick, wavy, chestnut hair is covering it, he can see it already forming. Her across the forehead bangs become uneven looking as she places the cat on the ground, gravity working against them. 

“Jungo, go bother your sister or something,” Estella hisses, shoving the cat away. 

The cat meows loudly in response, bolting away to find his sister. 

As she turns to look forward again, she is surprised to see the stranger already at her little desk in which she is leaning against. The clothes are already a little out of place - not witchy like the enthusiasts; not formal like the real sorcerers and such that come in; not plain like the randoms that just wander in; the clothes are a combination of witchy and superhero-y: weird leather pants with a green v-neck and a skin of some form vest. He looks a tad familiar now that she is closer - dark, black, curly hair; a pale defined face; vibrant green - maybe blue? - eyes; tall; lean but muscular… and using a very poor masking spell. The shimmer around his face breaking every time a muscle moves. The spell is intended to keep people from just being confused enough to not be able to tell who he is. Estella smiles. 

It’s Loki. And while she could just say she knows who he is, she’d rather play along. He must be in time out if he is using such a spell. 

“So, may I help you?” Estella repeats, placing her right elbow onto the table to support her head with her right hand. 

“I think I am just browsing for today, but thank you. I will let you know,” Loki grins playfully. 

Oh yeah. Definitely him. The crack in the spell is beyond obvious when he grins. 

As he walks towards the bookshelves to the right of her, she shakes her head. People have said he is amazing at magic, a danger that should be watched out for. She is in a bit of disbelief. The man can’t even do a proper masking spell. 

After an hour of meandering, he leaves empty handed. 

The same thing happens for nearly three weeks, save Mondays: he comes in, he meanders through her shop, he leaves with nothing. 

While Estella shouldn’t inherently be bothered by this, something about his visits does bother her. Most regular visitors who leave empty handed look at different things all the time and come every few weeks, not every day. Something isn’t adding up. 

So the next night, a Friday, when the shop is technically supposed to be closed due to the full moon, Estella opens it just before he comes in. And once he wanders past the first layer of bookshelves, she begins to close her shop. 

Locked door, check. Closed blinds, check. Open sign off, check. Cats somewhere out of the way, possibly. She leans against the door, waiting just a few more minutes. 

About five minutes into wandering he always stops in front of the Nature Magic section, so she speeds off to there, not wanting to give away her abilities immediately. It’s in the back of all the rows, up all the stairs. For each row, there is a set of five stairs.

“Why this is new,” Loki muses, placing one of the many books down as Estella turns the corner. 

“Why do you keep coming into my shop?” She demands, stopping barely a foot from him. Maybe panting a little. 

“Because I like it.”

Estella crosses her arms. He’s lying. “No. That’s not true. Why do you come every day at the same time doing practically the same thing?”

“I enjoy routine.” Loki shrugs and turns to her. The masking is crackling more; he is losing his grip on it.

“Possibly. But why my shop?”

“My friend, uh, Dr. Strange suggested it to me.” He nods, satisfied with his answer. 

Estella narrows her brown eyes. Strange rarely comes in here - he has everything he needs at his fingertips and can access anything almost immediately. Something about Loki coming to her shop every single day is off, really off. 

“Lies. You are lying.” She steps closer.

“I am not!” He protests, crossing his arms. 

“Have you seen anything wonder woman related? Cause I have something very similar to her truth lasso or whatever it’s called and I will get it and I will use it on you.” Your threat is very real and you can conjure it in seconds. And it will work on the God of Lies.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well horrible masking isn’t enough. If you are going to ever fit in, my dear Loki, you need to catch up on mortal pop culture as well,” Estella accuses, quickly conjuring a chair. 

Before Loki can even protest that he is Loki, he is stuck sitting on the chair, bound to it by some mystic, unseeable chain. Hands stuck together behind him by something sticky - magical tape possibly? - and unmoving. The masking drops entirely; any shimmer left over gone. Something not even he can slither out of, though he tries first by struggling against. The girl stares down at him. Why is he so desperate to constantly be in her store? Why her store? This bothers her to no end. 

Her right hand grabs an empty hex bag off the wall, tucking it away in the back pocket of her jeans. Hopefully she won’t need it. 

While Loki continues to try and squirm out of a very, very tough chain, Estella continues to look him over. Why her store? Why her store? Why her st-

“Oh,” Estella realizes. “You can feel auras, no?”

Loki stops squirming just to look at her. His piercing eyes that were green moments ago look more blue now. He’s angry, very angry. But he also feels very powerless. And tired… these chains must have some kind of spell as well. 

“Yes,” he spits. 

“So you know this is a place Dr. Strange occasionally visits. But when you first came here you felt the aura of a typical magic shop - one run by a lower level witch or something, but Dr. Strange is not one to shop local business. When you entered you saw and explored real, intensive magic. The outside aura didn’t match the inside aura. You kept coming back to try and figure out why… am I wrong?”

Estella squats down so that her face is level with his stomach. She glances up at him with a soft smile as he turns his head to glare down at her. 

“No, you are not wrong.”

“Well, Loki. Real masking and cloaking spells can do wonders. Most real witches, wizards, sorcerers, whatever you wish to call the, ignore my shop. The idea of entering is distasteful to them once they feel the energy of the shop. But you entered because a powerful sorcerer occasionally came here and you just had to know why.”

“Are you going to turn me in or whatever?” Loki asks, rolling his head back. “I’m assuming you can tell I ought to be watched.”

Estella stands up and pats his leg. “Gods no. You need help, clearly. Your masking is horrible, no offense and if you were to ever get in a fight with a real witch or warlock or whatever, you would lose. There is more than Asgardian spells you need to know if you are going to survive out here…”

He straightens back up. Though he tries to hide it, his face is covered in worry. “What do you mean by that?”

“Let’s just say I have a few eyes and ears out there and many are not the fondest of you. And you’ve seen what I can do, and by no means am I the most powerful. And I just chained you to a chair, unable to use magic.” Estella shrugs. “Tomorrow, same time as usual. Be here. We are going to be working on your masking skills. Human magic is likely the best way to go about it since you are on Earth, but I’ll look through some of my notes.”

With a double blink of her eyes Loki is released and the chair is gone. Without the support he stumbles, falling flat on his butt. Estella offers her hand. Loki takes it, surprised by her strength as she pulls him upright. He should be embarrassed; to be entirely honest, however, he is a bit turned on by her magical ability and her little bit of bondage. 

“But why help me?” Loki murmurs, eyes slitted. He isn’t sure if he can trust the girl.

In the low light her chapped lips look smooth, dark brown eyes nearly black. It is in the close proximity when he isn’t trying to get himself away that he finally inhales her scent - something he has since ignored. Estella smells heavily of singed and burned… everything. Wood, flowers, animals, clothes, hair, skin… Loki quickly assumes she works heavily with fire and electricity, two of the things that cause those smells. But blood too lingers on her. Blood mix with cedar and pine and various venoms… 

Estella swallows heavily when she realizes Loki is picking up on the various scents stuck on her. “I think we can help each other.” 

She makes direct eye contact with Loki. 

“I have a feeling I will quite enjoy working with you,” Loki smiles. 

He begins to walk away, moving past the much smaller girl, who is trying not to over think is words. 

When Loki walks into the common level, he does not expect to be greeted with anyone. Especially not Tony, Nick, and Maria sitting at the table straight ahead. All three have stern looks on their faces, eyes watching him walk off the elevator. 

“Sit, Reindeer Games,” Tony commands, gesturing to the empty chair at the head of the table. 

“What is this?” Loki growls, stomping over to sit at the table. 

“Well, you are on probation. You leave only with someone with you. However, you were in the library, according to a video feed and tracker feedback at 10:23 PM…” Fury begins. Maria holds the tablet up so Loki can watch. “But at 10:24 you vanished, in a flash of flight. Your tracker went haywire and we couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Loki closes his eyes. That blasted girl destroyed his illusion and bounced his tracker. While impressed, he may have just gotten himself in a temporary cell because some mortal decided to chain him up. “Witch,” he mumbles under his breath. 

“What was that?” Tony asks. “Witch? You mean like you used your own magic, which you are prohibited from doing, and got caught?” 

Loki opens his eyes and sits upright, slamming his hand on the table. “No, you idiot. Witch. As in I was using magic so I could leave this godforsaken prison without someone but some witch decided to chain me up and berate me with questions!” 

Maria and Nick glance to each other. Tony sits back, unsure how to respond. 

“What you are saying is there is someone out there who is stronger than you?” Maria confirms. 

Loki grits his teeth and turns his head to you. “There are several, according to her. And I’m a target, beyond the ones you guys think I have on me. The magic users of Earth aren’t fond of me, apparently.”

“Not the only ones. You are back down to not leaving the tower, period. A guard will be assigned. Do not test us further,” Nick announces. 

Loki pushes back from the table, storming off towards the elevator. He wanted a late snack and was served disappointment and frustration instead. Not like it mattered, he is often less hungry as of late. 

The God flings his door open, ready to strip himself of his clothes and go to bed, only to see a small, leather-bound book, three hex bags, a small bowl and a large black bag on his bed. He approaches it cautiously. After the warning that many other magic users are after him, much better than the girl, he has to admit such items are worrisome. Folded neatly on top of the book is a folded note on a torn out piece of notebook paper. He snatches it, scared someone might be watching. Loki still opens it, reading it slowly. 

“Thought this may be helpful. Page 20-27, read then do. See you tomorrow night.”

Though the God has never seen the girl’s handwriting, he knows this had to be the witch’s. 

With a big grin, he dives right in. 

A/N: Let me know if you enjoyed it, if I made made mistakes (probably did, reading my own writing makes me overlook things), or any other feedback.

[loving-barnes]

ICE AND FIRE- LOKI

(A/N): This is my first story written on my nee tablet. I tried, my friends. I hope you will enjoy it a little bit.

Pairing: AU Loki Laufeyson x f!reader 

Warning: angst and fluff but overall none

Words: 2100+

FULL MASTERLIST // LOKI MASTERLIST

ICE AND FIRE- LOKI

Loki wasn’t very fond of PDA. He never let a woman kiss him in front of any people and touching wasn’t an option too. In his father's eyes, he needed to be seen as a strict man, capable of ruling Asgard with a woman by his side and not as a clingy, lovey-dovey man who snuggled with his woman every five minutes. That was why many people thought he was a cold-hearted man who couldn’t find the one. While Thor was surrounded by many maidens, enjoying feasts and gatherings, Loki kept himself away from the light and spent his free time differently.

Loki wanted to be the best in everything, mostly doing magic because it was a field where he felt confident and strong. He was a great warrior, although Thor was better – he was better in everything, even being the better son. Odin preferred him than the other son. However, there was someone who saw in him the difference which only made him superior to the rest of the royal family.

The young prince spent most of his time in the training wing which belonged to those who possessed special abilities. There he could practice and learn more tricks, fight with others and teach beginners. The last option happened once when a young maiden was brought by the queen and he was ordered to train her. He couldn’t refuse his mother’s order. When he discovered what the maiden was capable of, Loki was impressed.

From that day, they became a silent duo, an ice and fire. When they were together, Loki would laugh and have the time of his life with the woman by his side. However, on the field, he barely remembered her name and never let her talk to him. There was another reason behind. The prince fell in love with her and he thought love made him weaker. The thought of being weak made him lock the feeling inside and never let them out, and with that, he had to stop seeing Y/N.

“What a great fight, my prince,” she said once they all returned back to Asgard. Thor was walking ahead with Sif while the Warriors Three were walking behind them, celebrating another victory. Loki ignored her, wishing he was somewhere else. His heart was beating fast and when she spoke to him, his insides almost melted.

“Brother, Y/N, come and let’s celebrate,” Thor shouted with a smile on his face.

“I am not interested,” Loki growled under his nose, quickly leaving everyone on the rainbow bridge.

The blonde prince and Y/N looked at each other, surprised by Loki's behaviour. She knew Loki was stand-offish and that he barely talked to her when they were in front of other people, but he never refused an invitation to celebrate a victory.

“Well, I hope to see you there, Lady Y/N,” Thor smiled at her, winking.

“Of course, my prince,” she slightly bowed, eyes fixed forward where she could see Loki's walking figure.

When she thought about the battle in the different realm, she noticed how Loki would keep his distance from her. He didn't help her when she called for him. It was Sif who at the end helped her killing a monster build from stones. If she died there, he wouldn’t even notice it. What happened to the charming raven-haired prince she secretly adored?

When they came back to the palace, the rest of the warriors went to the dining hall to fill up their stomachs with food and she went to see Loki. She wanted to know why did he ignore her when she needed him.

Coming to his quarters, a guard stopped her from coming inside. “The prince does not want to be disturbed,” he said strictly, eyes never meeting hers.

“I am his friend and I will not bother him too long. I just need to ask one question,” she demanded.

“As I said, the prince does not want to be disturbed. He is not accepting any visitors,” he replied, voice deeper than before.

With a sigh, she turned on her heel. What happened to Loki? Before this day, she was allowed to see him anytime. What could go wrong? Did she do something to him?

The sadness had followed her until evening when guests arrived and the celebration started. They were laughing, dancing and drinking heavily. The music was loud and Thor took Y/N dancing. He smelled of wine and meat. The smile on his face was addicting and soon she was smiling brightly at him too.

They spun, jumped and enjoyed each other's company. They were good friends and Thor always came to her for an advice about women. He was secretly in love with Sif who too reciprocated the same feelings.

“You look magnificent tonight, Lady Y/N,” he smirked, twirling her. “If only my brother was here to see how beautiful you are tonight.”

She blushed. “Than you, my prince. Your words are very kind,” and she bowed when the song ended. “Do you happen to know what is with Loki? He has been avoiding me the whole day and his behaviour changed several days ago too.”

“Unfortunately, no, I do not know what is with my brother these days.”

He sighed, disappointed with the answer and the fact that Loki somehow changed. She turned around, ready to sit back to the table when her eyes discovered Loki standing next to his mother who was talking to guests. The prince kept his eyes at the maiden, occasionally shaking his head in disbelief.

She already changed him for Thor, he thought. What he saw only proved Y/N liked the God of Thunder than him. Sighing, he left the feast before she could reach him. Love was a weakness and it made him blind.

He got away before she had the chance to call his name and stop him. Y/N approached the Queen who was already looking at the young girl. “Are you looking for Loki?” she asked calmly, drinking red wine from a golden cup.

“Yes, my queen. I wish to speak to him and he keeps avoiding me,” she sighed, lowering her eyes to the ground. “I have no idea what I have done to him.”

She put a hand on her shoulder, “do not worry, my child. I am sure it is only a misunderstanding.”

“He found me dancing with Thor.”

The queen giggled. “Well, there you have it. Maybe it was jealousy that made him stop talking to you. I suggest you leave him alone for today and tomorrow, during training, you will talk.”

It was a good advice. As a thank you, she bowed and went back to the table to enjoy some more time with her friends. The night was still young and so much more was about to come. She hoped tomorrow, Loki would be in a better mood and they will talk before training lesson.

The next morning, after breakfast, she was walking down the hall heading to her room where she needed to change. She couldn’t wear a dress to the training but an attire in which she went into battles. Y/N was only moments away from seeing Loki. Unfortunately, it came sooner than expected.

Loki was standing at the end of the hall talking to another maiden who also was gifted with powers. The girl was smiling, leaning closer to the prince who too was standing dangerously near her. Y/N's heart dropped. Never in her dreams would she had thought that Loki, the charming God of Mischief could found another girl and exchange her for the weak beginner.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and a step back. There was another way to get into her room. If Loki wanted another girl, so he would have it. A tear escaped her eye and she quickly got away from the scene. Maybe Loki wasn’t worth her love at all...

The training hall was emptier than usual. When Y/N came there, the first person she saw was the prince without the woman. There were only four guards and another two men who usually trained with them. What happened to the rest of the trainees?

“Are you ready for our lesson?” Loki asked, his voice colder than before. He was standing in a magical ring which protected the curious audience from getting hurt by magic. He was dressed in his black and green attire with golden accessories and even when she was mad at him, she couldn't deny how attractive he was.

“So, you are talking to me,” her voice remained calm. “I am surprised, my prince.”

That comment made him turn around. When his eyes found her standing there in all her glory, his heart wanted to escape his chest and jump into her arms. How long can he deny her? “We must train together,” he replied, voice trembling a little. “If you have more of these remarks, I will exchange you for another trainee.” Then again he turned around.

“Sure,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Please, you can exchange me for that young meat you were flirting with earlier. Obviously, I am not good enough.” With that, she attacked him from behind. A massive flame came bursting out of a palm of her hand. It hit Loki like a train and he fell down on the cold, hard ground.

He started to laugh. “Attacking from behind, well that is not fair play,” he stood up slowly.

“Oh, I am sorry, I thought you were used to stabbing someone’s back,” she squinted.

Loki was quick enough to do the same but instead of fire, he used ice. Y/N blocked it with a roll on the floor, protecting herself with a shield made of fire. Those who were in the room had to look at the fight that was happening there. Ice and fire, two equally strong powers trying to win this battle.

Another round started and the prince ended on his belly in pain. He was surrounded by a flame which reminded him of snakes, trying to swallow him alive. “Come on, my prince. Kneel for me. I know you love when people do that for you.”

“Aren’t you a little sassy minx?”

Loki's power of duplicating was unique and she couldn't stand a chance against him when a clone distracted her and the real prince appeared behind the girl, holding a knife against her neck. “Would you look at that,” he chuckled, dragging the glade against her soft neck. “Are you trying to beat me, little one?”

“What happened to you, Loki. One day, we are friends and the other, you are mean, avoiding me and I have no idea why. What have I done to you, my prince?”

A growling sound came out of his throat. He turned her around and grabbed her by shoulders, not letting her go. “Uh, I,” he couldn’t find the right words. “The day you were brought here changed everything.”

“What do you mean?” she didn’t understand. “I know you do not want to be seen with a woman by your side. All these things are acceptable but your words are confusing.”

There was no way he could stop his actions and suddenly, his lips were on hers, kissing her passionately, it was a shock to her but a second later, her lips moved and the kiss deepened. His hands brushed her face and ended on her neck. “You are the woman I want beside me no matter who is with us in the room. You are the one I want to hold in my arms day and night.”

“Loki...”

He fell on one knee, holding her hand tightly in his palms. “Please, become my queen, Lady Y/N. Be my wife and together we will be unstoppable.”

She stopped breathing, shocked by his words. “A-are you saying...?”

“Marry me.”

As flattering as it was, she put a smile on her face and fell down to him, caressing his face. “Oh, my prince,” she gently kissed his lips. “You do not need to ask for my hand if you love me. I love you, my prince but marriage is not an answer to everything.”

“You do not want me?”

“Of course I want you and it is an honour you want me too. It is confusing. You were mean to me, refused to talk to me and you flirted this morning with someone else.”

“I am truly sorry, my queen. I did not know how to handle the strong feelings I carry towards you.”

She shook her head. “You have so much to learn, my prince. Let’s just take things slow, shall we?” and Y/N again kissed his cold lips. “I love you, my prince.”