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eclipseunmuted · 22 days ago
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We as people should put strings on meat more often. We must defy god and defy the normal shape of meat.
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applebuttercringe · 2 months ago
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Arcane Episode 6 Immediate Thoughts
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-Give me the doomed Jayvik content, I'm ready. Jayce is an off the wall murderer hell bent on destroying Arcane and Viktor is the new Herald of the Arcane.
-Viktor is a full on magical girl transformation dimension. The floating and glowing, start patterns, glowing hair.
-Huh
-So Viktor is straight up God?
-This Caitlyn training scene is dope
-OOOH they're gonna go to Viktor to cure Vander. Thats a cool way to tie all these stories together. I wonder if any of them will recognize Viktor. Did Caitlyn or Jayce tell Vi about him?
-Look at Jinx's face, she does not give a fuck about Vi and Hucks stand off.
-Man the council didn't know shit, Viktor should have been in charge this whole time.
-Man Jayce is gonna show up and destroy it. 🥺
-HAHAHAHAHA VIKTOR IS SO JESUS, the long hair, the robe, the staff.
-Viktor has his original eye color in the Hexcore universe.
-cookie
-Even Jinx knows Viktor is a straight up snack.
-Fortune cookies are canon? What Americanized Chinese food restaraunt is Jinx going to? Is there a Panda Express in Zaun?
-Viktors Steel Oasis is realized
-Oh hey it's the kind of plant that he experimented on the hexcore with
-So is this real Sky and we were all wrong in thinking the Hexcore was just using her image?
-Does this take several days? How long is it taking Jayce to come to the undercity? He seemed in a hurry when we last saw him.
-I don't care if these animatic style visuals are the result of a mismanaged budget. Arcane's 2d music video style visuals are so good when you aren't being told they are just for cost saving.
-"We"
-This is nice, this is what I wanted for Thor and Loki
-Singed has a Vander tracking compass. Like the Vampire compass in Vampire Diaries.
-Does Caitlyn know the Herald is Viktor? How will she react?
-Ooh the Singed-Viktor reunion!
-Why is Viktors voice more metallic than before?
-"Evolution has a destination" I mean technically no, you're a scientist Viktor c'mon. Thats a common misconception.
-GLORIOUS EVOLUTION MENTIONED
-And he had the voice distortion when he said it, this is the desire of the Hexcore not of him?
-Is Viktor dating a ghost?
-OH DAMN, the Caitvi reunion is a violent one. Not looking good for the Caitvi stans, or the future of this ship. They're doing a Catradora.
-Caitlyn is a dictator who is offended by being called a mongoose, and by her ex-gfs new style. Be glad she didn't get bangs Caitlyn.
-"Cupcake"
-Ambessa eating an entire raw meat hunk with her hands.
-Oh damn, the betrayal.
-HOLY SHIT JAYCE, ITS HAPPENING, IM NOT READY!
-The music, is this the start of the inevitable end of a three episode arc music montage fight scene that cuts between the plot points while a pop-rock song plays?
-SPIT ON HER
-Oh no, this is the sweet conversation that happens to make everything happy so they can rip it away by killing one of the characters isn't it? Is Isha gonna die soon?
-OH, the Caitvi reveal! Caitlyn did a good! Nice. All it took was to be in her ex-gfs presence one more time and she completely flipped. Poor Maddie.
-The blind fold is kinda kinky tbh
-is Caitlyn gonna see Jayce? Will they talk? Has Caitlyn seen Viktor?
-Now Jayce has a leg brace, my how the turn tables. I little ableist maybe that a leg brace is used to show who is powerless in the dynamic but still.
-I wish we knew more about what Jayce went through, or how long the time skip is, to have context. C'mon writers what was it?
-Once again Jayce is about to nuke a child with the Hex Hammer
-Is Jayce gonna come be healed?!
-The come to Jesus music when he goes to meet Viktor.
-Viktor is the Avatar, or a Jedi
-Caitlyn will be saved by Jinx! Will this cause another snap change in her alignment. Who knows!
-Its honestly shocking this is the first time someone has tried just grabbing her uber long hair in a fight.
-JAYCE NUKED VIKTOR!
-IS HE DEAD! MY BLORBO! JAYCE YOU BITCH!
-UNREAL
-Vander is crying lava?
-No Viktor Jayce is the reason your commune failed.
-Jinx crying on the floor after being struck by a loved one like when she was a child.
-Aw this is cute
-Isha better not die, don't you dare show. Don't you DARE.
-They did!
-They killed Viktor and Isha in one episode, Now Caitlyn is just chill with both Vi and Jinx, why. Awful. How dare they. First genuinely bad episode.
Final thoughts: AAAAAAAAAH! I'm actually mad. They killed Isha, they killed Viktor. Both in dumb and unnessecary ways. Jayce's motivations have not been explored in any depth or meaningful way this season which would justify the story move. I was fully ready to call this a flawed but good show till the second half of this episode. I think this arc release will genuinely divide the fandom. Beginning of the end. Oof. Sorry boys. Arcane is Fumbled.
Let me in the writers room, I just wanna talk.
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beccarooni · 5 years ago
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Armour
(A.N: Day 2 of thorbruce week! Prompt: Armour)
Thor had never been one to partake in magic. It was never his forte, his talent. No, his strength was in battle, in his hammer, in the lightning that crackled from his fingertips. That was what Odin had said, anyway. That was what he was permitted to be talented in. Save the magic and the tricks for Loki, save being quiet and reading and books by the fireside for your brother. They are not for you to partake in. 
But, Frigga had always had different plans. She'd taught the swooping curve of the blade to Loki, where Odin had been content to let him calcify. And to Thor, she had shared the gift of magic. 
Nothing too fancy, of course. And not to the degree Loki had mastered. 
A few simple glamour spells, some light healing here and there. For when his lightning burned in his veins and singed his skin, so he could heal his flesh as fast as it was ruined. 
And the glamour spells, the illusions, for where the healing couldn't cover. For when he needed to appear strong, to mask the wounds of battle and plaster on an appearance of effortless victory. 
He was grateful for that skill. It made leaving Nivadellir much easier. 
Rocket was still worried about him, of course. After all, he'd been dead for about a minute - according to them, at least. And Tree still looked at him strangely, like he'd been told a lie he couldn't quite believe, but didn't have the evidence to dispute either. 
But, Stormbreaker was in his hand, and his burns were gone. To them, he was fine. A shining God, capable of taking on a dying star without leaving a scratch - the lone survivor of Asgard. Indestructible, immovable. To Thanos’s blade or the stinging heat of solar flares, he would stand strong. 
At least, that’s what they thought.
He would've liked to keep up that facade for longer. For the Avengers, for Bruce, for everyone. 
But he was not as skilled as Loki. The magic had to fade sometime.
He just wished he'd been alone when it did. 
He'd first noticed it in the aftermath of Wakanda. In the Quinjet ride home, back to the compound, he'd spotted the first hole in his design. A small patch of skin just above his wrist, burned raw. He’d covered it as best he could, of course. Strapped on his arm-guard just that little bit tighter, gritting his teeth against the brutal scrape of singed skin against metal. No one had noticed that - he was grateful, for the shield that grief brought him. People piled off into corners, split from the group to recover in their own sanctuaries. Silence settled across the ship, and even the hum of the engines felt disrespectful. The technology was cold and unfeeling, without Stark. It didn’t have the decency to offer it’s minute long silence for the dead of the world. No, not the world. The universe.
The death of the universe, no matter how many remained.
Bruce had sat close to him, or rather, as close as he dared. Where Thor stood against the window, staring out onto a dust-covered evening, Bruce sat close by. Leaving a space beside him on the bench, a warm hand resting just above the window-pane, a guise of a strained muscle being left to rest. 
Thor knew what it was - an invitation. An outstretched hand, as carefully laid out as any lab experiment, placed deliberately to let Thor know he wasn’t alone. That Bruce was here, and here for him no less. 
He was no more worthy of the warmth those arms would bring than he was worthy of Mjolnir. And so he stayed, cold, and bruised, and alone. 
The next wounds weren’t so easy to hide. 
The Avengers - or what was left of them - had begun to walk from the jet to the Compound. A short walk, a small matter of meters that he should have been able to make without assistance. Everyone else had. Everyone else had taken the hands that had been offered to them, hadn’t suffered from the sin of pride that he had fallen victim to.
A vain, greedy, cruel boy. Unworthy of the loved ones he had betrayed.
He shut his eyes against the memory, and took a step forward. 
It burned. Fire, from an injury that had smouldered hours ago, reignited against his torso. An incessant, pulsing pain that shot up his side, the molten tendrils seeping into his lungs, choking out what little oxygen he had left. 
One hand flew to steady himself, and for a few terrifying moments, his world turned dark and fuzzy. He wondered if this was how it felt, if there had been a delayed reaction somehow, and he was going to disappear like the rest of them. Like Vision, like Sam, like Wanda. If his own life was to join the consequences of his most spectacular failing yet. 
“Thor?” 
A hand, soothing and cold, wrapped around his wrist. Another one laid against his neck, holding him carefully, as if he was made of porcelain. 
“Thor, what’s happening? Are you ok?” 
Bruce paused, his breath shaky and fragile against his ear. 
“Come on, say something. How do I help you?” 
It took him a few long seconds to force out the next few words through bloodied lips, but he got there. 
“You don’t.” 
Thor wrenched himself upright, trying to find the effort to offer a reassuring smile, but even that fell flat. 
“I don’t need helping. I’m fine.” 
"Fine." Bruce echoed, and Thor was taken aback somewhat by the fury in Bruce's eyes. 
Not directed at him, at least, not entirely. Those hazel eyes were fixed on the sky, over Thor's shoulder, somewhere in the middle distance. 
Although, he wouldn't blame him if it was. If Bruce had to pick a time to hate him, this would be the perfect opportunity. The death of half the universe rested in his shoulders, the blood of millions staining his axe purple, if Bruce wanted to hate him then he was fine with that, he was fine. He was fine-
"Thor, I'm sorry, but no you're not." 
Bruce's fingers tightened around the collar of his armour, soft skin cool against his burns. 
"Do you...you honestly think I don't get it by now? That somehow I'll believe you when you tell me you don't need helping? After everything? Or...or what, you think I just don't care enough to doubt you? Because I do, I care. And I'm not gonna see you destroy yourself over this. So...there."
The scientists chest rose and fell, puffs of air flaring from his nostrils as he tried to get his breath back after...that. 
He looked away, wiping at his nose under the guise of removing some of the dirt of battle, and Thor began to feel something in him unwind. 
A knot that he'd carefully tied, in the confines of a dying star. Threads and fibres that he’d knitted together, each memory serving to remind him painfully of the black hair and pale skin that he’d left behind in the wreckage of the Statesman. 
Golden shimmers filled his vision, and for a moment, that was all he saw as the tight feeling in his chest morphed into something else, some feeling comprised of burning coals and choking sulfur that bloomed under his ribcage, choking the storm inside of him, and threatening to plunge him into darkness entirely. 
Golden, like the stars Odin and Frigga had left behind in their wake. Like the walls of Asgard, tainted with the blood of an empire. Like the glove that had snapped half the universe to dust and ashes. 
The last of the illusions faded, and Bruce’s grasp only got that much tighter. 
“Thor…” 
“Don’t.” 
Thor’s shoulders tensed under his hold, his eyes screwing shut against the onslaught of a different kind of heat rapidly building behind them - the faint sting of the few tears that had escaped were enough to remind him of his place, his duty. 
A statue. The Kings of Asgard are strong and brave. They do not shed tears. 
“Don’t say anything, please. Just…”
At last, he felt his body begin to give in to his minds need for rest. His legs shook, and the armour across his back was an unwelcome strain against his bruised body. 
“Just help me. Please.”
Bruce nodded, his expression unreadable. Faint green lines forced their way back under his skin, leaving him pallid and pale. 
Your fault. You did this to him. This was your burden to bear but you revealed it to him, and now he suffers. 
 “Tell me how.” The scientist’s voice was gentle, now. 
A quiet coaxing, trying to shift Thor towards movement, towards sorrow, anger - anything but this muted apathy, like the nerves that had lit up the skies had been crudely cut out, leaving behind a shell. The black backdrop of space, unlit by stars. 
 “How do I help you?”
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It was 3 in the morning by the time Bruce had finished.
Thor had fallen asleep some time after that, in part to the stack of chamomile tea Bruce always kept in supply, but mostly thanks to exhaustion.
He ran a tired hand down his face, tapping a few more formulas onto his laptop, although the numbers were really starting to blur together at this point. Usually, he’d take this opportunity to clamber into bed with Thor. That’s what they’d done on the Statesman, anyway. The last fragile peace they’d shared together, limbs intertwined, eyes on the universe that stretched out in front of them and a foolish sense of hope fluttering in their chests. 
Hulk hadn’t seen fit to show him what had happened to the Asgardians. He’d locked that memory far away, along with himself, resigning to the back of Bruce’s mind, leaving him alone with the eerie feeling of a loud mind gone quiet. But he knew it was bad.
It just hadn’t been revealed how bad until the battle had calmed. Until he was able to see past the storm clouding Thor’s eyes, to look into them and see...nothing.
There was never nothing in Thor’s eyes. There was always a spark, an ocean, a raincloud, something for him to latch onto and never want to let go. 
And it had only gotten worse from there. Worse, Thor shied away from his touch. Worse, Thor stood alone on the plane ride back, staring out of the window with an expression etched on his face that Bruce couldn’t even fathom. 
Bruce had seen a lot of pain in his life. His own, Hulk’s, the people that he’d hurt and others that he’d tried to save. He thought by now he’d be used to dealing with it, with the tears and the anguish that came from a loss like this. 
But, then again, there hadn’t been a loss like this. A sickening unification, uniting the planets in tragedy, stretching across the outreaches of space. 
Bruce had thought he’d known pain, but the sound of Thor’s choked sobbing as he removed his armour - piece by piece, as gently as he could, whispering again and again that it’ll be over soon, I promise, you’re doing so well, just a few more pieces and then we’re done, I swear. 
The muffled whimpers as Bruce had tried to manoeuvre the now half-asleep demigod into the softest t-shirt he could find, each flinch and wince of pain when a tender spot of skin had brushed against the bedsheets. 
That had certainly disproved his theory.
He glanced down at the sleeping figure beside him, huffing a soft sigh as he allowed his fingers to trace the shorn patterns of Thor’s hair. 
The full force of a dying star. At least that’s what Rocket had said. 
The concentrated heat of a supernova, the roaring storm before the deathly quiet of a black hole. That was what Thor had subjected himself to. All for an axe that lay abandoned in the corner of the room, the faint smell of cleaning liquid clinging to it from a half-measured attempt to wipe the Titan’s blood away. 
Thor had looked at the future, looked at the burning ball of gas, at the bruised skin and the pain it would take just to get through it, and decided that it was worth it, for an axe. 
Or, the worse option, Thor hadn’t looked at the future at all. He hadn’t considered surviving - he’d just done it anyway. 
Bruce felt his throat tighten, and let his hand drop to the side of Thor’s face, still feeling a semblance of the unnatural heat leeching the cold from his fingertips. 
“You’re an idiot, y’know that?” He murmured, rubbing his thumb dutifully against the sharp line of Thor’s jaw. 
Still caught in the throes of sleep, Thor muttered some kind of half-response, lost between where half of his face was pressed into the pillow. 
“M’not.” The demigod shifted, pushing his face closer towards Bruce, chasing the cool warmth of his hand against his skin. 
“You are. And when you’re more awake, we’re talking about all of this.” 
Thor made a noise of protest, one blue eye cracking open, still somehow managing to shine through the dark with an eerie glow of leftover lightning. 
“But not now?” 
“No, not now.” Bruce shut the lid of his laptop, shifting his legs under what thin sheets Thor had been able to stand, moving to wrap his arms around his thunder god’s shoulders. 
“Get some sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.” 
“You’re not gonna leave?” 
“No. Not again.” He felt the broad shoulders begin to shake under his arms, as his nose met the freshly washed hair that still managed to retain a faint smell of smouldering. 
“I’m never leaving you again.”
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loki-fanfic-whore · 6 years ago
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Consumed ch.4
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Watnings: self doubt/negative head space/ low self-esteem/ putting ones self down/ adult situations
@drakesfiance @onceuponagleepottermindlock @iloveyouthreethousand-o6 @jessiejunebug @imagine-that-100
Chapter 4 Eclipsed
Loki laid there on that godforsaken uncomfortable bed, his arm numb and his stomach rumbling. He laid there enduring all of this, just to drink in your slumbering form. The towel around you had slipped open and he could see every detail of your beautiful flesh. He didn't want to violate you with his eyes, he knew you were vulnerable since being forced naked on display for so long, but every roll and stretch mark every hair that adorned your skin he couldn't help but steal glances and memorize. Your body hair, which you meticulously groomed from what he could tell, had become overgrown due to being forced in the tank and he didn't even mind. He had you, you were alive and safe and with him. When you first fell asleep you were only holding his hand, but upon falling into a blissful sleep you had snuggled closer looking for warmth and the familiar comforting scent of the god. In your deepest dreams you had snored into his ear and all he could do was smirk. He laid there allowing himself to calm down and think. He knew he couldn't get you off Midgard in your condition, he had to get you at least partially up to health. He also knew it would only be a matter of time before Thor came knocking. He would need to keep moving you to keep you hidden from them.
You stirred gently and moaned as you rubbed your eyes.
"L-loki?" You called out hoarsely.
"I'm here little flame. I'm right beside you." He pulled your hands down from your eyes and smiled. You blinked to make sure he was real and smiled back.
"Im so sorry Loki. I never meant to harm anyone. I didn't mean to cause you the trouble." You began silently crying and Loki's face fell.
"Hush now. You are not the problem. You were never the problem. Dont apologize for existing. They hurt you. They tried to break you and you didn't let them. You are so strong and amazing and I will get you back to your snarky and condescending self in no time....I know what it's like... to be so utterly confused about your heritage and why you and why now..." Loki cupped your cheek gently.
"I think you are beautiful, even as a fire giant. You are my exact opposite and it hurts when we touch in that form, but I would endure that pain always for you." He brought your face close to his as he gently kissed your forehead.
"Now my pet, we need to clothe you. You have been boasting about your body for weeks now." A deep blush crept up your face.
"Loki are you calling me fat again?" You glared playfully.
"No my darling. I am calling you sexy and tempting and you are in no form for me to ravish you as much as I would love to. You simply cannot keep up with the stamina of a god." He teased. You quickly stood blushing deep only to sink back down, a terrible ache in your legs.
"You must take things slow my dear...walk before you dance. Here let me get you clothes...we will be here another day then we will have to continue on our journey."
Your face dropped in sadness.
"Our journey in hiding....they are coming for me aren't they?" You found your voice weak.
Loki pulled some undergarments out of a small box and handed them to you to slip on. You smiled as he turned to allow you modesty.
"I'm afraid so...I wont let them take you from me again...I swear to you upon my mother."
A soft gasp left your lips as you clipped your bra on.
"Loki no! Dont speak of her that way." You chided softly. Loki moved to your side and sank down next to you cupping your cheek.
"She taught me I am no monster and she protected me from all...It is my turn to teach you that you are no monster. I will protect you from all...even if it means I must protect you from my brother. I vow this to you in the name of Frigga the Allmother." Your lip was trembling as tears slipped down your cheeks. Loki glanced down at your pink raw lips and then back to your teary eyes.
"May I?" He asked gently as he inched closer. You lurched forward and crashed your lips against his greedily. You allowed him to take control sliding your arms around his neck to let your hands hang against his shoulder blades, as his lips parted and his tongue entered your mouth dancing with yours. Your breath had hitched in your throat and you felt euphoric at this new sensation. Loki hissed gently and arched his back to one side breaking the kiss. Your eyes widened as you retracted your arms and looked down. Your hands were black and little sparks were flying every few moments. Loki laughed and kissed you again this time more chaste and sweet.
"Your emotions control your powers. You became excited and sparks flew...quite literally my little flame. I think you singed my hair." He teased and pouted. You stared at your hands for a long while before new tears found their way to your eyes.
"I'm so sorry...I hurt everything I touch." You were remembering every trauma they had inflicted.
"No. No no no. Stop it. You aren't a monster, just a very young fire giant. You don't know how to control it yet. I'll help you my darling. I'll teach you how to control it." He cooed and peppered your face with kisses. Your cheeks still gashed from the muzzle, hurt with every touch. He stood again and went to the box pulling out a small dress it was light green.
"Loki...I only wear black...it hides...who I am
" you looked down avoiding his gaze.
"But I think this color suits you more my dear." He said softly handing you the garment.
"I'm going to make you some food...we have to start small even with that. Fluids and soft food first...until you can do more." He kissed your forehead and moved from the room. You put the dress on and tied your hair up into a messy bun. It felt so good to get it dry and off of your neck. It felt so good to be in clothes and not wrinkled like a prune...it felt so good to be kissed...by an arrogant and egotistical god... it felt good to be home.
"I found them." Thor spoke as he walked into the living room. Natasha and Clint were in pajamas eating cereal and Tony was sitting at the table reading a news paper with a glass of scotch.
"Where?" Tony asked laying the news paper down to look.
"He took her to a country away from here. I believe it is called the land of whales. He is trying to nurse her back to health. Man of Iron...what if he isn't trying to manipulate her?" Thor asked again sitting at the table with his face in his hands.
Tony chuckled.
"Thor when has Loki ever done something for someone else? When has he ever helped anyone for a selfless reason? He tried to kill us remember? He needs her well. He needs to train her. To groom her into his minion. He will pit her against us and with her explosive behavior she will surely try to take us on...so Thor...do you want to separate the love birds or do you want to wait until we have to kill them?" Tony spoke brashly but deep in Thors chest he had a feeling Tony was right.
"I'm sorry brother....we must do what is right..." he whispered to no one before standing.
"Let me go...I will persuade the lady Embers...." Thor needed to see for himself before he forced anyones hand.
Thor summoned Mjölnir and swung the hammer fast. He needed to get there before Loki caught on. Flying through the air he landed infront of the tiny cottage and dusted himself off. Marching to the door, he knocked twice.
Loki's mouth went dry as he heard the knocks. You were still in the bedroom and too weak to teleport again so soon. He knew it would be them...coming to take you away. He cloned himself quickly and one dashed into the bedroom to hide you away. The other, and original, stayed to answer the door.
"Brother." He spoke curtly as he faced Thor.
"Loki...I came to talk...I need to talk with you and the lady Embers." Thor holstered Mjölnir to show he was coming in good faith. Loki continued to block the entrance.
" I cannot allow that brother mine...you hurt her. You broke her mentally and I need to help heal her. Seeing you would only regress her further." He watched in the back of his mind as his clone gently shushed you as tears silently streaked your cheeks. He frowned knowing you couldn't hold onto the illusion only listen as he tried to comfort you.
"Loki...the others will come...they have to take her from you. She is too dangerous in your hands." Thor pleaded to which Loki scoffed.
"How dare you talk of her like she is property. She is no tesseract! No wand or stone or object! She is a living breathing soul! A God as much as you or I!" Loki boomed angrily at Thor, Thor shied away for a moment flinching from his brothers words.
"So you believe her to be the heir of Muspelheim? To be Surturs dottir?" Thor asked trying to gain his trust. Loki breathed sharply and grit his teeth.
"Surtur had to have hidden her amongst mortals to protect her from the war. Before you destroyed him he must have awoken her true form...much like Odin did to me." Loki was beyond angry at Thors oafishness.
"You won't have her Thor...she is too fragile for you and your team's sickening treatments. She needs to be with someone who can help her. Who can train her to-"
"To become your sidekick? To become your underling and help you destroy midgard?" Thor cut in angrily as he took a step forward towards the threshold. Loki puffed his chest and stood his full height.
"Who can train her to control her abilities. She is no underling. No minion...I-I view her as my equal." Loki snarled at Thor.
"Leave Thor. I do not wish to shed blood." He added in warning. Thor sighed.
"Loki...if not me today...it will be them tomorrow....soon I will not be able to protect you or her....please...just give her up." He tried one last attempt to reason with the God of mischief.
Loki slammed the door in his face and turned running into the bedroom to wrap your shaking form in his arms.
" We will have to teleport tonight..." Loki whispered to you as he gently pet the back of your head. Your face was buried against his chest and he could feel the heat of panic emanating off your body. His flesh becoming scalded by your touch but he didn't care. He knew Thors word was good....the rest of shield would be back and they would be out for blood. He had to get you out of Midgard...he had to get you stronger.
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maggyme13 · 6 years ago
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Request List:
Because I happe to get a lot more Requests than usual, I decided to make a Post that contains any outstanding Requests. I will add new ones whenever they are requested. So if I don´t answer to your ask, please take a look at this post :)
The order in which they are listed, is NOT the order I am going to write them in.
I write whenever I feel like writing/ have ideas. So it might take days, weeks or longer before it will be posted!
BE AWARE THAT THEY MIGHT CONTAIN SPOILERS!
The Requests are under the cut:
1.I want to request an angsty one. Where reader is mutant, like she is daughter of Charles and Magneto (genetically) so she can bend metals & read minds. Fury takes her in as she looses her X-Men family. But every one in avengers is not happy about her arrival & are very cold towards her(ik they won't do it but still). She's alienated & is left all alone. End as you like 
2.thor reader Steve smut inspired by Steve lifting hammer? Like reader is mjolnir, like Thor can get his full power only when reader is around cus she is his soulmate. Then Steve reaches his full potential learning it's not Peggy but reader is his soulmate. They have sex rough one maybe?
3.Thor & reader. Where their marriage is arranged & he's not very happy about it, he loathes her basically all angst. Then leaves fir Ragnarok events but when he comes back & sees how she's protecting everyone & fighting for Asgard he falls in love with her apologizes & passionate sex maybe
4.Are you comfortable with dark Clint? Endgame Clint maybe who's very pissed & unlike movie no chance of getting his family back. So takes it out on reader who works for avengers, he thinks she hasn't lost anything & takes all his anger on her. Maybe tries to impregnate her to start a family?
5.dark Thor? Endgame Thor preferably. Where instead of gaurdians, he goes to reader who thinks he's dead and sorta moves on with life so he goes all dark.
6.I wanted to request. In really horny rn so please don't judge 🙈🙈. Can you do a really dark noncon reader, Thor, Steve & Tony. Where maybe they all lost to thanos, and take it out on reader
7.I'm fighting with body imagery issues. keeping this in loop, can you do a Thor reader smut? Angsty fluffyish
8.dark Thor & dark Peter quill. Where maybe when they travel together they find reader(waitress, Idk just a thought) & take her noncon? 
9.reader, Bucky & Steve? Where Bucky is dating Steve and reader as well, reader is oblivious about Steve but Steve knows( loves reader as well) Steve makes move on reader, reader feels guilty & tells Bucky he laughs it off saying he dates her cus he wants Steve to date her too. She gets pissed & stuff. Lil angsty & fluffy smutty maybe
10. noncon? Where reader is stripper & Bucky always visits her place & drools over from afar(reader is oblivious) One day she wears captain America themed lingerie & does her pole dance. Bucky looses his cools & after show goes after her. A rough noncon.
11. Bucky & Steve both sleep with reader(not threesome) when they miss Peggy & Natasha, reader just feels they love her. Once she hears them saying how easy fuck reader is & basically all angst. End is as you like. Make reader happy though
12. Thor, Steve & Bucky with reader. Where reader is basically an intern but they sleep with her (individually) they treat her like an escort. She wants out but they all blackmail her. When they sleep with her they keep degrading her & calling names etc. All angsty. Until one day, when there's a fight,  reader lifts mjolnir. They sorta kneel & respect her?
13. Tony & reader?abo dynamics? If yes, I'd like to request one where reader has crush on Steve & Tony on reader. Once reader goes in heat Tony takes the chance & claims her against her wishes. Maybe she's pregnant later
14. AU where Bucky is famous writer very rich & rude. Reader is simple intern at his office. He fucks her for sake of writing the scene but she falls for him & thinks he loves her. But at opening of his book he brings some girl. This breaks her heart, he also says she's just a good fuck. Angsty. End as you like.        
15. Thor reader & Steve? Where they are in relationship, but it so happens that Steve & thort get competitive as to who fucks reader the best. So to prove the point they have sex with her(individually) give her orgasms, like 3-4 in a row but this exhausts reader. She gets tired, can hardly walk is always covered with hickeys. There comes a point she avoids them & cries to herself. Fluff ensues?
16. request where reader is ex hydra. She's new on team & obviously no one trusts her. They're rude to her, ignore her if she tries to talk, Don't take her suggestions if she makes any. She's left alone until Peter befriends her. He tells the team how nice she is, how helpful she is etc. They feel bad & try to make up but till the time she's transferred somewhere. End as you like
17. scene from killer inside me. It's basically spanking. Can you do a Thor reader based on that? It's on YouTube
18.  request an AU with mobster Tony stark, where he's married to reader who's quite younger than him(I'm 22), but he doesn't see her as wife cus he loves pepper (died or didn't marry due to political reasons) so he only has sex with her takes her raw & rough. Doesn't care if she's hurting, he doesn't talk to her ever. They even have a kid but still he's cold towards her. Then Thor comes, things change then. It's on you what you like, divorce or happily ever after cus Tony gets jealous.        
19. Sam & reader? Where Bucky & reader are in relationship but reader is like a rebound & backup if he doesn't get nat again. He ends up having sex with some random chick, reader sees it. He also mentions her how he had to get himself off with reader like she's not enough. So reader gets all sad develops body imagery issues. Sam had crush on reader anyway so they end up together. Make Bucky regret little  
20. Reader, Steve & Bucky, where reader is Brock rumlow's gf. She doesn't know anything what he does. She thinks he's nice. As to take revenge Steve & Bucky kidnap her rape her & torture her. End as you like    
21. A Viking Steve? Where he invades reader's land, takes her as slave & fucks her raw & rough(noncon) _ shares her with Bucky & Thor maybe?    
22. One where reader is sex slave & Tony buys her for the team(Thor, Clint, Steve). So basically the things they do to her dark, rough & noncon. Maybe later on they get in polygamous relationship?
23.Dr. Strange & Reader? Where reader is his wife & before the accident he never respected her, even though she's a Dr like him, he belittles her, doesn't talk to her, feels ashamed. Later becoming the master, he sees her through portal that how dedicated she is & how dearly she loves him. All fluffy & maybe a passionate love making?           
24. Thor & reader, where reader & Loki are engaged but Thor rapes reader cus he wants her, but feels guilty & goes away. Meanwhile Loki leaves reader saying she's impure. Valkyrie takes reader under her wing & helps her heal. Maybe she ends up pregnant? Happy ending please .           
25. One where Bucky is married to reader but is insecure. Reader is planning to tell him about her pregnancy & plans a surprise. Bucky thinks she's cheating on him & kid isn't his. So he leaves her. Steve helps her through out, Bucky thinks they're together. All angst but fluffy ending.     
26. dark avengers, where they experiment on people to make them strong. They kidnap reader & do brutal experiments on her, to make her strong they physically, mentally & sexually harm her. Idk how to end it. It's on you?  
27.Endgame Thor & reader noncon  
28. noncon reader & Thor, where he wants to breed her. He keeps saying gimme baby over & over. He continues to do so until she's pregnant.
29. Au, where hydra & avengers are kingdom. Reader is married off to Steve. He's not very keen about it. Reader is Brock's adoptive sister, he raised her only so to get in avengers secrets. Reader is oblivious to all this, she's just innocent girl. When avengers find this out they begin to torture her. Amongst this torture she looses her baby. Brock seeing all this surrenders. Readers fate in your  
30. One where Dean Winchester forces reader to give him blow job. Facial humiliation to be precise.    
31. SOA au, abo dynamics where Jax claims reader against her wishes & takes her virginity?      
32. request where Tony dates reader they have sex & he tapes it. His main intention is to bring reader for Steve & Bucky to enjoy? Tony blackmails reader saying if she doesn't comply he'll upload that tape for everyone to see. Bucky & Steve take her rough & new noncon.
33. Could you do a lactation kink of Steve? Reader is pregnant with Bucky's child, Steve can't control how soft & big her boobs get. One day he looses his control & tears her shirt & sucks on her boobs. Reader feels humiliated & tells Bucky. Bucky supports Steve & shares her with him even though reader doesn't want it.
34. One where Peter & reader are siblings, children of Tony stark. Reader is elder one & never been treated right by avengers. Peter is always favoured, pampered etc. Reader is left alone even though she's smart. Reader is married off to Brock rumlow, but he's abusive (physical &sexual). Avengers don't know, once Peter gives her surprise visit& sees her bruises & brings her home. Fluffy ending? Sorry if it's confusing. 
35. How bout sex slave reader, who's new in business & is really young gets bought by Tony for Steve? She develops feelings for the man, but he doesn't. Can you make a holy trinity, smut, angst & fluffy ending. Thank you 💛                      
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thebifrostgiant · 6 years ago
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If You Know Where to Look - Part 4
Summary: in which exsanguination is one hell of a drug
Part 1 / Previous
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Word count: 2,720
Rating: T (for now)
Pairing: Loki/Reader
Warnings: Blood and Injury
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Chapter 4: The Devil You Know
“What have you done?”
He repeats the words, icy tone thawing into rolling fervor.
She gives no answer. Though her mouth is silent, her lips are pursed as if she might spit. Blood trickles through her clutching fingers, and her eyes, blazing with pain, with hate, dare to meet Einvald’s as he shakes her in frenzied pique.
“He will not want you like this!” He yells, bared teeth inches from her face. “No prince would be willing to pay for a woman with such blemish, no man at all would desire a scarred, ugly little wife!”
And Loki knows, with a wrest in his gut, that this is the heart of it. So greatly does she not want to marry him, so disturbing the mere thought, that she would sooner mutilate herself than be with him. Here is a girl he has not once met before, yet whom he has somehow terrified unto desperation. Is he truly that much of a monster, that one look at him would cause an innocent girl to draw a blade against her own flesh, to carve up her face in her defiance, just to get away from his clutches?
Uncharitable bitterness wells up like bile behind his teeth, wringing his face into a frown.
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You’re shocked. Einvald is shaking you, hard, your whole body swaying on unsteady legs. His face is so near to you, so angry, that tears spring to your eyes, and it hurts, it hurts, the whole side of your face burning like an iron brand, like your cheek is pressed against the red, fulgent coals of a freshly killed fire. And the blood. There’s so much of it, slippery and hot, flowing out of your body even as you try to stanch it. But the words he says tear through the fear and agony and lodge like an arrow in your chest, stopping your breathing as you go limp, numb. Or rather, one word in particular.
Wife. Not a whore. You blink once, twice, dazed.
“No man at all would desire a scarred, ugly little wife.”
The word rolls around your mind and you frantically try to concentrate on it. How could... But that wasn’t... Hadn’t Einvald told you... but perhaps he hadn’t. He had never told you anything. You had been the one to connect the dots, you realize, feeling utterly lost and confused. But then... but why... Why would Prince Loki want you as a bride? You try to grasp at that, try to focus, but your upright body feels like it’s falling, and Einvald is still barraging on about how you’d ruined everything, how he’d never get what was due to him because of your failure, and your vision narrows and dims, and any moment now your body will give one final lurch and then-
“Leave me,” a different voice says in a low hiss.
Einvald stills as if only now remembering he has an audience, and your eyes, which had drifted closed, flicker open as you both, captor and hostage, look at the source.
Loki — stood taut and stately in a loose, silken tunic of patterned silver, and black, close-cut leather leggings, hair neatly combed back from his face — looks both ferocious and imperious, all over a prince, anger roiling behind soft green eyes. At you or at Einvald, you are uncertain.
“Your Highness,” Einvald says in a way that’s meant to be pacifying, turning to the prince with a nervous grin, and it’s jarring to hear him speak so obsequiously after seeing him snap and order around his men and Pínaluk.
Prince Loki doesn’t let him finish.
“You asked a moment of my time, Sir Einvald,” he says crisply, fixing the man with the full brunt of his hard stare. “You stood before me, striving to sell me lies, and offered me this woman, this girl. A noblewoman you said, yet she is nothing of the sort. Do you really believe that, because she doesn’t dress in the rags of peasants, she must have political standing? Or would you attempt to so deceive me, to line your own pockets in my foolishness, and laugh once my back is turned? Know well, Einvald, that I am no fool. Nor do I have want of a bride, much less a frightened little runaway presented to me like wares that can be bargained and purchased!” His voice, while still quiet and restrained, has risen in severity, his fury a low hum waiting to be unleashed. Palpable. He stalks forward nimbly until he is glaring down at Einvald, who has gone pale in the wake of it. “Your moment is over. Now leave me.” The words are bitten out and leave Einvald no room for argument, for smarmy placations or endeavors to wriggle out of the corner he’s been backed into.
You watch with a distant sort of fascination at seeing Einvald so cowed by the prince’s words, subdued like a dog brought to heel by its master. It satisfies some execrable part of you, a dark little recess in your heart that is storehouse to your spite and rancor for the man who stole you and would pawn you off for his own avaricious benefit.
Einvald takes you by the upper arm as he wordlessly tries to flee, and all the halfway-there thoughts of revenge scatter like startled, flighty birds in your head.
Prince Loki holds up a hand in a halting motion.
“No,” he states simply. “She stays.”
Einvald gapes, likes he’s about to protest, to claim he has been somehow cheated, but evidently thinks better of it, and after stopping just long enough to retrieve his fallen seax and wipe it clean in the grass, departs with his men back along the path from where you had come.
Prince Loki approaches you, and you look up at him in question. His countenance has not lessened, and uneasiness laps at your tentative consciousness.
He wraps his fingers around your wrists and pulls your hands from your face. They come away horribly stained, a smeary mess of dark red. You wonder for a passing moment how you’ll ever get all of the blood off your skin. The wound has stopped spewing, and now viscous crour gurgles to the surface indolently.
“Hold still.”
Loki bends down slightly as he inspects the damage you wrought on yourself, and his dark head bobs in front of you. It makes you feel a bit dizzy.
He pries strands of your hair, clumped and tacky with drying blood, out of the wound and turns your head to better observe it. His hands are firm but not harsh, and his manner has the detached brevity of one who is accustomed to tending to impersonal injuries.
This is news, you observe as your eyes droop. You hadn’t heard any talk of the prince’s healing abilities, though you hadn’t heard much talk of him at all, come to think of it.
You’d heard lots about Prince Thor, though. Of his ardent pluck in his many battles, of his might, which made him something of a hero in the eyes of little boys everywhere — as well as many a grown man — as they played at being warriors with their imaginary hammers. Of his boisterous ale-talk, the hearty and captivating tales he told of the adventures of he and his companions when he was in a drinking mood. Of the sweetness he bestowed on Lady Sif without measure, the kind of lingering glances and soft touches that were the envy of the young women who would giggle as they spoke of them, carefree in their yearning for their prince’s affections. You’d heard it been said that a simple smile from Prince Thor was enough to charm even the most callous of people into his good graces.
Yes, Prince Thor was a very popular conversation topic, for everyone loved their future king. It had never occurred to you before to wonder if there was a reason no one gossiped so casually about Prince Loki like that. You frown.
You’re pulled from your slurred thoughts as the prince prods an investigatory finger too close to the raw, open flesh of your cheek, and you cry out and wrench you face away from him, snarling defensively as your eyes water.
“That hurts!” you hiss indignantly, before you can think better of it, before your eyes regain focus and you remember who you’re talking to, and that it would beseem you to show respect for your prince.
“And who, exactly, is to blame for that?” he grits out, more cross than he had been. You say nothing, trying to blink away the last of your tears. “I thought I told you to hold still.”
You set your teeth and brace yourself as he returns to his work.
He leans in further, so close you can smell his hair — and isn't that just plain weird to notice. You wonder if he can smell anything other than the acrid tang of your blood — with a frown of concentration, of irritation, of both, tugging his mouth in a lopsided line.
His fingers once more touch the laceration, and they feel cold over your hot, inflamed skin. It still stings savagely, but the chill numbs the worst of it and you let your eyes fall shut as they’ve been longing to do for a while now. As he drags his fingers along the length of it, it slowly starts to ease, and a curious, tingly sensation spreads, like the rent flesh is being put back together, mended.
Prince Loki pulls his hand away and mutters a curse and you force your eyes open. He’s staring at the place the wound had been in mild alarm, and you feel suddenly cold.
He waves his hand over the spot, trying something else, and a feeling like a warm wind stirs over your face for a second before choking off abruptly, and then he leans back, dumbfounded.
You reach up and find a long line of a scar beneath your fingertips, and the sensation is dull on your face, the rigid, raised flesh hardly seeming like part of your skin, part of you.
Then Loki is shouting.
“You stupid, witless, cowardly little girl!” he seethes, sneering with unchecked malice. “You’ll bear that scar as long as you live,” he says, and there’s something triumphant in the way his eyes gleam, something ugly and gratified, like he knows you deserve it. “That blade must have had an enchantment on it. Elf magic, if my guess is any good, which, if you didn’t know, is notoriously impervious to being tampered with, to being... undone. If my magic cannot heal that wound, nothing in the Nine will.”
Outrage flares in your chest at his demeanor, at the repugnant medley of smug superiority and sheer glee. But his words prick you like nettles, and the sting of them is what smothers the spark of anger. He’s right, and that’s the worst part. This is what you wanted, is it not? It was the plan all along. Although, it never would have been if you had only known ahead that you were never meant to be sold into the prince’s bed. But that hardly matters now, in the aftermath. As the dust settles, what matters is the cold, dead tissue under your fingers, and though the wound no longer pains you physically, there will always be the sharp ache of desperation, of helpless fear in the memory.
You don’t give Prince Loki an answer. You don’t have one to offer even if you deemed him worthy of one. Instead of glowering at him, as you’d very much like to do, you contain yourself, barely, and fix your eyes firmly on the ground, at the spattered drops of blood soaking into the grass. So much blood, you think absently. On your hands. On the earth. Drying to a stiff crust on the front of your dress. All outside of your body. But blood is supposed to be inside. How much of it, of you, did you lose? How much is still left? Is it enough? you wonder woozily, and the thought that it might not be scares you.
You think you hear a voice nearby. It sounds familiar. It sounds... anxious. Maybe it’s your own voice, worried about your lack of blood. But there are footsteps, and surely those aren’t yours. You’re not walking. At least you don’t think so. You glance at your feet, and the slight movement sends the earth reeling beneath you. As you swoon, arms close around your shoulders and you know those aren’t yours. And that’s the last thing you know as fade into full oblivion.
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Loki grunts as the slack body of the woman crashes into him, and he grabs at her before she can collapse on the ground, supporting her sprawled weight on one knee he’d hurriedly jut out to brace her with his arms clutching at her shoulders. He shifts his limbs so he can haul her up properly, and it’s a little bit awkward, trying to maneuver a good grip without letting her drop, but he manages it eventually. He stands and carries her, her arms and legs limp, hanging weight and her head rolling toward his bicep. He presses her bloodily clothed body closer and mourns a bit at the inevitable blood besmirching a favored tunic of his, but doesn’t dwell on it overmuch as he sets off, again, for the palace.
He walks steadily through the long, echoing halls, the sound of his boot heels on the stone thrumming unduly loud against his eardrums. Servants pass him on occasion, and he pays little mind to their curious eyes and rumor-ready mouths, not daring to think of the nonsense they’ll no doubt spew up to contextualize his cradling of a half-dead looking woman as he traverses the palace corridors and makes his way to the healing wing.
He deposits the woman there in one of the many empty beds, not bothering to turn down the cover as he simply drops her on top of the floral and cream quilt and turns to find Eir. It’s the matter of but a moment, since the goddess of medicine is never far from her halls, even when there are no sick and injured to tend. Her eyes land on his bloody fingers and smudged tunic, and the next moment finds her coming closer, hands instinctually lifting toward him as if to check him over for injuries. Her immutable concern for him is touching, if unnecessary, and he pushes back his lingering acrimony and sore confidence, for the time being, as he addresses her.
“It’s not mine,” he says quietly, before she gets a chance to fret over him in earnest. “I’ve merely bee the unwitting sumpter of your newest patient.”
That causes her to pause and frown in confusion, and perhaps a fair amount of skepticism, before setting in on him with a slew of analytic questions.
He answers her inquiries best he can, which isn’t much, but it’s enough to satisfy her until the woman wakes and can answer for herself.
And so Loki returns to his own rooms, to finally have that bath after all, now that he really needs it, all blood and sweat and simmering irritation from head to toe.
And as he scrubs the refuse of the day from his skin, water long gone tepid, his mind lingers on thoughts of the scared but unrepentant eyes of the girl, of her too-pale lips gone nearly white from the pain, from the loss of blood. Of her grim determination, to do that to herself, to pull the blade across the soft, tender skin of her face. He winces as if he is in pain, just thinking about it. It’s a potent image.
He had called her cowardly. And perhaps, in a way it it is true. Fear of the unknown, of him, had been her motivation. He knows this, just as he knows that the venom that burns in his heart like acid that the thought brings will never truly be silent. But, he realizes uncomfortably, with a twist of his stomach that is dangerously close to something admiring, it was a brave thing to do as well.
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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 6 years ago
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Dark!Thor Odinson x Plus!Size Reader
Prompt: Mind control is a bitch! IN BOLD
Warnings: 18+ONLY! SMUT! NON-CON! Devious Thor!  
A/N: Takes place during the first Avengers movie! I read a prompt from a while back, what if.... You will just have to see what I mean! You asked for dark and i think i got carried away! This is for @buckysforeverprincess Into the Nightmare 2k Challenge!
Words: +3,400
Forced harshly before the self-proclaimed god, Y/N tried not to stumble over the heavy combat boots she wore, cursing over at Clint Barton who was the one who tricked her, but at least the archer sported a bloody nose & lip for his efforts. Watching the raven-haired god cock his greasy head at her, scepter in hand, almost as if he was listening to something & an evil smiling crossing his face.
Digging the heavy boots into the cement, Y/N made Clint halt, almost taking him to the floor with her, but the god was quick to remedy the situation. A crushing grip to Y/N’ bicep jerked large frame to stand in front of him, looking to Clint for an explanation.
“Tricked her into meeting me a few miles up the road, Y/N is a valuable asset. Knows her way around the battlefield better than any other I’ve met,” Clint explained wiping the blood off his face to come close.
“Asshole,” Y/N sneered at Clint before looking at Loki who continued to smile at her with a knowing look, but still looked as though he was listening to someone a slight chuckle passing cracked lips.
“Calm down pet. What do they call you,” Loki began, brow slick with a sickly sweat, the scepter moving dangerously close to the middle of ample breast, heart hammering hard.
“Fuck you,” Y/N bit out, moving to strike at the god.
Unfortunately, Loki was quicker, knocking her arm back with the scepter to jab it between her breast, a evil smirk, that faded when he looked into Y/E/C eyes & nothing happened. Moving the scepter to her ears, pushing loose Y/H/C away from her ears & smirking at something that apparently he noticed.
“Looks like you were right,” Loki breathed as if talking to someone else before thrusting Y/N back to Barton, barking an order to take the woman to his room to wait for when he had the time to properly address her.
Y/N puzzling at him, head spinning with what was happening as rough hands jerked her own behind her back a slid cuff clanging shut, covering from wrist to forearm tightly. Hissing out in pain when jerked backwards to stumble with Clint to be thrust into a windowless room with only a chase lounge against the wall, a fur throw draped over it as if it was just put in the room.
Taking her time, since it was obvious there was no leaving yet, to walk around the room, tugging at the manacle. It was making wrist raw as she continued, giving up on walking the room & taking a seat on the chase with at humph. Continuing to fidget with the metal that bound her, knowing it was cutting into soar flesh, but she had to get free. Jerking hard one last time, one arm jerking free in a scraped-up mess the moment the door opened to reveal the dazzling blue eyed Loki she had met earlier, lips curling into an evil grin when he seen what she had done.
“You are quite the little warrior aren’t you? Almost like you where born into it,” Loki commented stepping closer.
Watching Y/N as she remained seated, hearing heart pounding behind ample breast as he took a seat next to her, catching the wrist that was still locked in the heavy metal shackle, wielding it as a weapon.
“Now, now, that is no way to treat royalty is it, Y/N,” Loki began darkly, taking the wrist with the shackle to unlatch it, looking over the bloody wrist then hinting to the other held at her side.
“Now you're concerned about my well being,” Y/N snapped out harshly.
Fighting to jerk free as he reached for the other wrist, taking it with ease, jerking her forward to lock gazes, almost as if peering into her soul & once more listening, another evil smile. Y/N couldn’t help but to furrow her brow at him, studying his gaze, realizing that the eye color was like the ones he controlled, except they didn’t have the starry look. Something was off, this was off, it was all not sitting right, something else was going on, a power struggle of some sort.
“You see, Y/N TuathaDé, mind control... it’s tricky... but if the right persons, or gods, in this case play it carefully it can work to everyone’s advantage,” Loki spoke, watching Y/E/C eyes narrow at the mention of her last name, but his conversation was off, as if it wasn’t Loki talking.
“And you have decided to divulge this to me…. Why,” Y/N asked cautiously, looking down to realize that her wrist & forearms where healed as Loki gently let go.
“It is something that you need to keep in mind little warrior,” Loki smiled catching Y/N’ gaze, “it will serve you well when certain things are brought to light. When we meet… When I take you to the tower,” Loki, but not Loki spoke & correct himself quickly.
Cocking her head when his eyes flashed emerald but turned back blue but not as intense & giving a sly smirk before standing to his feet to look down at the puzzled woman.
“You know nothing of your family do you,” Loki, actually Loki asked quietly, Y/N looking up at him not sure what he meant.
“I was adopted by Peggy Carter when I was 5, but you know this, you learned it from Clint when you took control. I'm not ignorant, Loki of Asgard, brother of Thor,” Y/N bit out, getting to nervous feet to watch a sick smile spread across his features one that made her bones ache.
“Oh yes, you will do nicely,” Loki smirked turning quickly & leaving the room before she could retort.
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Not much longer Y/N was retrieved by none other than Loki, minus the scepter, no explanation as he rushed in to retrieve her, as if late for an appointment. The teleport dizzying to say the least as they appeared in Stark tower. Hurrying to tug the struggling woman down the corridor to push Y/N into yet another room, but was gentle, as if not to bruise her.
Y/N jerking away violently, taken by surprise at the scene unfolding on the other side of the wall of glass. Aw struck by the invasion going on that it never registered Loki had spoken, jumping when the god grabbed quivering elbow, forced to turn & look up at him.
“What,” she snapped, watching him look over the suit in disgust, sneering at it, why did it bother him now?
“No, you're right…,” he began, obviously speaking to someone else at this point, “this does your thick curves no justice at all, but not to worry….”
The god letting go to allow Y/N to stumble back as gold light engulfed her, finally stopping when bare calves contacted the coffee table. Gawking down at the, well, she wasn’t sure, it looked like a teddy, but, it was made of a material that she hadn’t come across before. The thing was gold accented with burgundy while a golden pendant hung between heaving breast, an oval ruby that danced with life & had to be close to 4 inches long & 2 inches wide. Looking up at Loki in horror, realizing that this, it was..
“I'm your prize,” Y/N puzzled, frozen to the spot as he stepped forward, looking her over.
“Do you truly not know anything of your people,” he began once more, the god had been grilling her every chance he got about parents, family, lineage & the like.
“I’ve already fucking told you! Now answer….,” Y/N bit out with a snarl, pushing Loki away from her, the god taking a step back but unfazed by the action & how she stood glaring up at him.
“TuathaDé, tribe of the gods, a race of elvish fighters, warriors to the core, fighting to protect mortals from themselves. Beautiful charm your mother put on you by the way,” he commented to the bewildered woman.
Y/N trying to pull away before he could touch Y/H/C hair, grabbing a bicep to hold & running calloused fingers over the shell of her ear. Hand shooting up to it when he released it, filling the tips pointed & looking at him with panic-stricken eyes.
“What did you do,” Y/N began, but didn’t get to finish.
A loud explosion reverberated around the room, Y/N turning to look out the window to watch the aliens fall from the sky lifeless & realizing the hum of the tesseract was nonexistent. Turning to look up into emerald orbs, noting he didn’t look as demented, relieved & in control of himself.
“Stay put pet, I will be back shortly,” Loki spoke, meeting her gaze before turning to leave her alone in the room.
Looking down to the outfit once more, hand going to pointed ears, spotting the bathroom & running to it to look in the mirror. Gingerly touching over pointed ears to stand back & look at the garment. It left nothing to the imagination, hugging every curve in soft linen & stopping at lace covered cunt. Heart racing at the thoughts of what the god had planned for her, racing out to find something else to throw over her. Freezing like a deer in the headlights the moment the door opened, Loki & his helmet darkening the door way but looking off to the side.
“See? Tell him she is safe & waiting,” Loki began, the figure of Capt. America stepping forward, Y/N rushing towards him but pausing at the look of starry blue eyes, same as Clint.
The soldier nodding as the door slammed in her face, thunder sounding over head & at a loss to what to do, but to find a way out. Y/N wanted no part of this sick game, setting about looking around the room & once more the door opening. Pulled out if the frenzy of digging through a dresser drawer, to force herself to stop & turn to the doorway with dread.
This time Loki & one other, one other with a cape that matched the color of the thing she wore, a hammer at his side, golden hair to his shoulders.
“Thor,” Y/N breathed, how did she not realize these where his colors, having had met him in Puente Antiguo, New Mexico when she accompanied Colson & then he… he…
“It's nice to see you again Lady Y/N,” came the thunder gods deep voice, nodding to Loki who left while Thor stepped in to watch Y/N swallow hard.
“T..t..th..Thor,” Y/N stammered slightly, to much in panic to register that she needed to move, fight, but what could she do nothing against a god.
“What… what is all this? I thought you….,” Y/N continued to piece together, not backing down as he got closer, the god relieved, he hated to have to man handle her, ruin her.
“Oh, I am a good guy, as the mortals are so keen on calling me. I'm here to save earth to protect it from Thanos. My brother Loki & I found the perfect way of doing so, of turning the titans own tricks against him. You see… mind control… it's tricky… but if the right… gods play it carefully…,” Thor began, Y/N realizing that he was the one talking to Loki, the blonde god stopping at the look of realization in Y/E/C eyes.
“You, you were speaking through Loki?! You where…,” Y/N stammered, trying to step back but sluggish brain got the best of her.
Thor quick to snatch naked biceps to hold her in front of him, pushing the stunned creature to the window. Y/N looking out at the dying chaos before looking back into ocean blues that dilated when they locked gazes, the blonde god’ gaze raking over thick frame, making her fill even more bare than she already was.
“You see, Lady Y/N. Mind control, well it's tricky, as Midgardians would say; mind control is a bitch,” Thor spoke darkly.
Hurriedly jerking Y/N from the window to drag her with a yelp to the bed, flinging her to the mattress, looking down to drink in thick curves & juicy cunt. The way he looked over the scantily clad body before him told Y/N this was all planned.
“You're working with Loki! You… the …,” Y/N stammered, watching him remove armor still not comprehending until it hit the tile.
“We work together Y/N, have since before I fell to Midgard. The only one who stood in our way of the galaxy, the universe was Thanos & now we have him. We have turned his own against him, as well as collected all five of his precious stones,” Thor smirked.
Run Y/N, get up & run, you know what this is RUN! Y/N shouted in her head, taking a shaky scrambling jolt back across the bed to get away but he was quick. Bruising grip to bare ankles making her yell out at him to let go to which he just smirked darkly. Jerking hard enough to force her to the mattress & towards him to make, breath leaving her body while a scorching one fell between thick thighs.
“Don’t fight this dove. You're to be my queen when we return to Asgard, when I take the throne from my father & Loki takes his in Jotunheim, it will be as it was meant,” Thor spoke darkly, bowing over Y/N, catching slender wrist in one massive hand, pinning them above her head, & pressing his nose into the crook of soft neck to inhale sharply.
“You even smell like a warrior elf,” he breathed out, filling her struggling stop, siting up to  look into troubled Y/E/C orbs.
“I'm not, I'm mortal, I'm…,” Y/N stammered, why did they keep insisting she was…
“No mere mortal causes me to have to hold them with all my strength little warrior.”
Holy fuck, he had been watching her the entire time, talking to her though Loki.
“I see your panic, but I need you to calm down for me dove,” Thor breathed onto her lips.
The brawny god watching a tear seep down her temple, the hand on trembling ankle releasing to trail up shivering body, pushing the teddy up on it's way but traveling to the pointed ear, ghosting a calloused finger over it tracing it like a lover.
“You are so much more than any mortal could ever dream of being, my queen,” Thor spoke.
A calloused hand traveling back down & between thick thighs. Forefinger looping in the crouch of the panties, knuckle ghosting core & causing a shuttering breath. A cold shiver going up her spine when he ripped them free, letting out a whimper of fear while locking gazes.
“This will go easy it you allow it,” Thor began,  the sound & motions of him freeing himself echoing through the room to fill her with dread.
Y/N began mentally preparing for what was about to happen, gasping out when two digits plunged into unprepared core without warning, granting the god the perfect opportunity to take parched lips in a bruising kiss, tongue pushing past quivering lips to taste of her.
Fingers thrusting in & out of slickening cunt, Y/N hating herself for the way her body was reacting, hips bucking for more when a calloused thumb began to rub lightly over throbbing clit. Head falling back to the mattress when he released puffy lips, gasping for air but cursing at him.
Shuddering when ample hips bucked up to him involuntary, tears falling down sweaty temples & over pointed ears as she whimpered for him to stop. The god trailing kisses down quivering jaw, a nip of teeth at tender throat making her yelp in surprise. Thick body jerking, falling to the mattress relived he removed his fingers, but only to slam leaking cock into wet cunt in one motion.
“I'm in a rush dove, I promise I will be gentler once we are in Asgard,” he hushed into her ear, not giving velvet folds time to adjust, Y/N yelping out at the burn, swearing Thor was tearing tender cunt to shreds while mercilessly pounding in & out of throbbing hole.
Y/N head falling to the side, heart racing, breath hitching, tears staining the mattress as sharp teeth bit hard at tender neck, but squeezing eyes shut & allowing the god to finish. Thanking whatever god was watching that he spilled in her womb quickly, a deep thrust & grunt bringing Y/N out of the place she sent her mind to. Slowly looking up into calm azure eyes as praises fell from his lips for taking him like a obedient queen while trailing kisses from puffy lips, down tender, bitten throat to between ample breast, golden locks ticking the flesh to make her shudder at the tickle.
The trembling creature venturing to look down & realize he had ripped the teddy from her at some point. The god sliding out gently, Y/N letting out a whimper at the pain the motion caused, finally releasing bruised wrist but remaining motionless. Y/E/C orbs staring at Thor as he fastened the leather pants, calling Mjolnir to place it on his side & began to dawn sparkling armor, but throwing the cape to the mattress next to her.
Y/N was shattered, all she ever thought was good, believed in, was pissed away in the few moments it took for him to take her & spill into her. The reminder trickling from between spread bruised legs while a lifeless gaze followed him closely. This time his grasp tender as he reached down to bruised arms to pull aching body up to sit & sling the cape around shivering shoulders.
Y/N felt more of the god leak out of aching cunt as Thor pulled her to unsteady feet. The blonde making sure the cape was wrapped & covering her nudity before looping one arm around her back the other at the back of her knees. The lifeless woman collapsing into strong arms as he lifted her to armored chest.
“I promise you little warrior, I am a gentle lover,” he hushed down to the creature that shivered in his arms as he started out of the room & down the corridor.
The Avengers coming into view when they entered into the open area, an emerald eyed Loki standing with them, but wait where was…
“Did you take care of Stark brother,” Thor asked quietly.
Watching in horror as the raven-haired god hinted to Captain America, or this case Steve, devoid of his helmet but still sporting starry blue eyes & brandishing an arc reactor dripping with blood along with his glove, suit splattered as well. Eyes widening at the sight, looking to the remaining team, Natasha, Clint & pondering after…
“Sent the beast to Sakaar,” Loki spoke darkly, obvious the two where in on a plan she wasn’t.
“I hate you,” Y/N breathed out, turning into the blonde god to hide her eyes, hair falling away from pointed ear.
“You’ll learn to love us pet,” came Loki’ voice closer now, Y/N turning to realize he looked down at her, fingers reaching out to ghost over pointed ear, pupils dilating, making her shiver.
“You two..,” she began but a deep chuckle from Thor’ chest made her jump, looking up at him.
“Norns no! We are brothers,” the god spat in disgust, “we are not heathens nor are we lovers!”
“But,” Loki began getting her attention.
“It has been discussed that because of the lack of royal diversity on Asgard that you are more than worthy to bare the royal heirs of both Asgard & Jotunheim,” Loki smiled darkly, watching a shiver make its way through her, trembling arms reaching up to cling to Thor when it seemed apparent Loki was to take her into his arms.
“Relax lover, I want have you till you produce an heir for Thor, which want be long,” Loki chuckled, pulling Y/N from Thor to hold her to his chest, the panicked creature looking back to the blonde god before hiding Y/E/C orbs once more.
“I’ll take her on to Asgard. The throne will be ready for you when you return, as will your wife,” Loki admitted.
The raven-haired god bowing slightly before turning to carry her out of the building, knowing if he betrayed Thor & took Y/N before his time the thunderous god would destroy Jotunheim on his way back from Midgard.
“Make sure the healers see her, I will finish here before I return,” Thor commented after the two before turning back to the remaining team to delve out their tasks.
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Stephen wasn't particularly fond of getting injured. He wasn't embued with a super soldier serum and he wasn't a mutant nor an alien being. He was just a man who knew a smattering of magic. As such, he healed at the same rate any average human would, landing him in the infirmary for twice, sometimes even three times as long as his fellow heroes.
The logistics were all that ran through his head as he caught his breath from behind tactical cover. Stephen could already diagnose himself with confidence-- a cracked rib, a sprained wrist, a shattered ankle, and a shallow cut across his lower back that definitely needed stitches. He wasn't allowed to use magic to heal himself (SHIELD didn't trust his medical expertise once sorcerery was involved) so he'd have to hide somewhere before the battle ended to knit bone and skin back together, hopefully maintaining only a badly twisted ankle.
"Ah, sorcerer! There you are!"
Stephen looked up from his musings, surprised to find Thor mere inches away. The god of Thunder looked perky, even more so than usual. Fierce battles tended to boost his mood by at least tenfold. He looked Stephen over, no doubt cataloging whatever wounds he could see on the surface.
"You are injured," Thor announced, gesturing at Stephen's leg. "The good Captain made mention that you'd vanished and seemed worried."
Stephen scoffed. His relationship with Captain America was still under construction. The thought of him being concerned seemed ludicrous.
"Yeah well. Tell him I can handle myself." Stephen retorted.
Thor quirked an eyebrow, mischief glinting in his eyes. He stood up straight, arms crossed.
"Then walk."
Blinking rapidly, Stephen made a show of righting himself, sliding up the wall to regain his footing. His legs trembled like jelly in an earthquake, his arms visibly weak. He made half a step before collapsing, his face nearly hitting jagged concrete before Thor caught him with two strong broad hands.
"As I expected," Thor rumbled a laugh. "Let me assist you, Strange. It's unwise to aggravate such injuries."
Stephen muttered under his breath, a yelp pulled from his throat as Thor hoisted him into the air. He adjusted his grip, easily carrying the sorcerer bridal-style. Stephen felt ridiculous, his standard blue robes folding and fluttering around him, the Cloak tucking itself under his body. He could feel the heat of Thor's palms through the thick fabric, glowing like twin irons.
"Don't worry," The Asgardian winked coyly, flashing a brilliant grin. "I shall evade the Captain's line of sight to save you the embarassment."
Stephen felt heat blossom across his cheeks. Thor was an obelisk of raw power, held back by the glow of a sunny disposition. Heart hammering, Stephen let his hands trail upwards, winding loosely around the god's neck.
Maybe getting injured wasn't so bad after all.
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