#Odin isn't getting any kids

[forsworned]

NO PICTURES, PLEASE ft. DAVID 'HESH' WALKER

Author's note: dedicated to all the Hesh fans out there, this is a hard send lol

Warning(s): Fluffy fluff, Slightly Sexually Suggestive, AFAB!Reader

Keegan is having difficulty rifling through the photos on the notably expensive Sony A7R IV that he purchased for you to capture pictures of No Man's Land when he sent you out on a surveying mission. It was imperative to conduct a reconnaissance of the area for environmental assessment purposes. The Sergeant had previously expressed how vital it was to gather data that was relevant for any potential future infrastructure development, disaster response, and management following the ODIN incident. Sounded simple enough. And yet, Keegan is left puzzled by the initial fifty images out of a whooping two hundred and fifty that is starting to show a discernable trend. They're all images of Hesh.

Now, this wouldn't be such an issue if they were the images that he had specifically requested you to take on said mission. But it was practically a full-blown photoshoot of pure pretty boy.

"[Name]." Keegan pinches the bridge of his nose as he takes a deep breath before he continues.

Your lips curve into a charming smile. "Hmm?"

"Can you tell me what is wrong with these photos?" He points the screen of the camera in your direction.

You lower your head to get a good gander of what he was referring to: Hesh standing in perfect golden hour lighting that seldomly peaks over the horizon and paints him a pretty shade of tangerine. He looks ethereal, and your smile only grows.

"Mmm, I think they're perfect. Follows the rule of thirds. See." You point to how Hesh is not perfectly centered.

For a moment, Keegan's eye twitches and he can't decide whether he wants to slap the absolute shit out of you for insubordination or for your sheer lack of regard for what he was asking of you. It is blatantly obvious to him (and the other Ghosts) that you have a raging crush on Hesh, though to be fair Hesh was completely oblivious to it. Nonetheless, it is absolutely infuriating when you choose not to follow orders and, instead do a candid imaging session of your Lieutenant.

"That's—kid," Keegan breathes out. He's weighing out his options. Keegan isn't the type to yell at a woman, but he's almost provoked to do so. He chooses not to engage in a manner that will upset you, so coddling it is.

"Hm?" You peer up at him with cutesy, puppy eyes and fortunately for you, his gaze softens and it's easier not to be so enraged by the situation.

"Ya gotta crush on Hesh or somethin'?"

Your smile falters and you feel the heat sidling to your cheeks and ears when those words fall out of his mouth, and he has to stifle the laughter that's threatening to erupt from his chest.

Your eyes dart to the ground as you awkwardly shift your weight. "Um, what gave you that idea?"

He's studying the way you nervously rub your arm and he almost feels bad for asking.

Another exhale. "Nothin', kid. I was just messin' around is all." He hands you back the camera and gives you a knowing look.

"I'm willing to overlook this if you take this seriously." His voice has a bit of an edge to it. You glance up at him and nod with a pout. "Go round up Hesh and update him on the mission. You'll need another go around."

Your face lights up and you begin to dial up Hesh's number to notify him.

"And one more thing," Keegan calls out to you and you hear Hesh pick up. His voice like the purest heroine, but you have to rip your attention away to listen to your experienced Serg.

"No photoshoots"

You grin and give him a thumbs up as you jovially skip away. In all earnest, you did not hear what he said. You are too enraptured by your crush's voice to listen to what Keegan is yapping about, and part of him is aware of that. So as a precaution, he may or may not have warned Hesh ahead of time about your recon mission to keep you in line.

"No pictures, please!"

Hesh giggles, raising his hand to conceal his face from the camera pointed in his direction.

"Aw, just one! We already wrapped up what we needed to!" You maneuver the lens to capture his dimpled grin that melts your heart. But Hesh is not giving in. He's under strict orders not to permit you to take pictures unrelated to your assigned objective. However, your infectious laugh and the adoring gaze from those pretty eyes of yours are proving to be quite the distraction.

He halts his actions, contemplating whether he should just allow you to have your way. After all, you did complete the necessary task, so maybe one photo wouldn't hurt?

"Alright, just one." He chuckles, giving in to your ridiculous demand. But he's already being prompted to model on the large boulder bolstered against a blossoming weeping willow. The view behind him overlooks a glimmering lake, teeming with wildlife in the afternoon sun.

And Hesh is like a Disney princess. Cottontail rabbits approach him at his ankles and a hummingbird lands on his shoulder as if it's a rest stop. It's a picture-perfect moment as you snap away at his gleaming smile that beautifies his already handsome face. It's taking you all your willpower to not rush at him and shower him with all your affection.

A small huff leaves your lips as you store the camera back in its original weatherproof pouch. You think that it's probably for the best if you both start to head back to base, and notify Keegan of a successful mission to avoid any unnecessary reprimanding. As you zip up the storage bag and absentmindedly make your way toward Hesh who is preoccupied with feeding his leftover trail mix to a black squirrel, your balance seems to waver and you're crashing down face first. Luckily, Hesh secures you in his taut arms, but he's fumbling with his own equilibrium and completely loses his composure, leading you to collapse into the shallow end of the lake in a raucous splash.

The water is quick to sodden your uniforms, and you're pressed up against Hesh's rigid and saturated body. You meet his gaze and he's gawking up at you with flushed cheeks and reaming eyes. You imagine that your expression had a certain likeness.

"I'm so sorry..." Your eyes glaze over his soaking white shirt that's now giving you a pretty good view of his herculean torso. And you honest to God hadn't meant to memorize every delicious carving of his toned midsection, but it was right there.

And Hesh is by no means innocent either. His wandering emerald eyes are just as guilty as yours. Instead of your usual, mundane tactical brassiere, you're sporting a baby blue lacey bra, an oversight that transpired because you were too engrossed in hurrying off to your one-on-one mission with Hesh. And when your dilated gazes meet, your stomachs do a little flip that have you clamoring to get up.

You wordlessly extend your hand to him, and he accepts it without hesitation, responding with a polite yet quiet "thank you." Water trickles down your drenched forms and the silence is deafening. That is until Hesh bursts into a fit of laughter. He's carding his fingers through his dark, moistened locks and shaking with mirth. The type of joy that's contagious as hell, and you have no choice but to join him.

A zephyr sweeps past you and it sends a chill up your spine, and your nipples are poking through your sheen shirt. Hesh is rushing out of the shoal of the lake to grab his (thankfully) dry tactical jacket to envelop your shivering body. It's warm and smells just like him. Spicy vanilla, patchouli, and warm amber waft into your senses. Your breath hitches when you feel the pad of his thumb brush the apple of your cheek, perching the loose strands of hair that cling close to your eye behind your ear.

Your wet lashes flutter up to him and he absently licks his lips. His viridian hues train on you as you shyly conceal your abashed features. He chuckles at your coquettish behavior, caressing your cheek, feeling the peach fuzz stand up straight as gooseberries line your skin.

His body inclines toward you and you feel his heart stammering against your chest, meeting the stuttering pace of your own. His other hand is on the small of your back, pulling you closer as he captures your chin between his fingers and tilts it upwards.

"Viking-Actual, what's your location?"

The cacophony of his radio startles you both, shaking you out of your lovestruck daze. There's a look of annoyance that flashes over his features as he presses and holds the push-to-talk button and speaks:

"This is Viking-Actual, we're wrapping up our current operations and RTB. Over."

There's a brief silence before Merrick's voice is heard again.

"Request location update, not status. Over."

Hesh rolls his eyes so hard that they might just come out of their sockets. Your teeth latch into your lip as your shoulders jostle in hilarity. His expression is priceless, but it quickly shifts into a grin knowing that at the very least he can entertain you.

He sighs before notifying him of your location and it's met with another silence to which Hesh takes that as a sign to continue what he was doing before he was interrupted. But the moment that your lips almost graze, the static of the radio returns and he can't help but snicker at the ridiculous timing.

"Copy that. RTB ASAP. Over."

You're giggling under the propped-up collar of his jacket and it's starting to redden the blush on his cheeks. He's getting trepidatious at this point. The tension feels palpable and he's almost deterred from kissing you now.

But like the goddamn soldier he is, he pushes through and he's leaning in once more. Not even the stupid clatter of the radio can stop his lips from finally meeting yours. It's a gentle kiss. Soft, pillowy flesh that presses sweetly against your own and your body is warming up, relishing in his natural musk and the toastiness emanating from his body.

Your arms curl around his dampened waist as you breathe one another in. It's electrifying feeling him against you like this and there's a pyre that's slowly burning down below, but he withdraws too soon. The corners of your mouth draw out into giddy smiles. It's a gratifying feeling. Reciprocation.

"Should probably get back to base soon." He studies how you tuck your lips in, swiping at them with your tongue in an overly elated manner that causes him to giggle again.

"Uh huh." Is all you can muster up and it incites another round of glee. And Hesh can't help himself from cupping your cheeks and bringing you into another kiss. Your heart is soaring as your lips collide and you easily find a rhythm that makes you feel like your bodies are melding together.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, another pair of idiots lurk in a set of tall shrubs about 50 meters out, snooping on your little makeout sesh.

"You think they can see us from here?" Merrick asks his quiet Serg, as he peers through his binoculars.

"Nah." Keegan replies, popping a piece of granola into his mouth and sets his optics down. He pats his counterpart on the shoulder. "Let's head back."

Merrick raises a brow at him. "You don't wanna tell 'em to come back?"

Keegan smiles as he packs his things and slings his sniper over his shoulder. "Let 'em be. We can give 'em hell for it later."

And just that sentence alone thrills the Captain as they tread back to base leaving the nescient, impassioned couple behind. Never a boring day back in the Ghosts HQ.

mini heshhivemind tag list: @keegansshark @milkteaarttime @soapsgf @blacktacmopsi @howtotwirlaknife22 @kun3ho141

the end , that's me after writing this^

[brucewaynehater101]

Something I have seen in a few fics and is very near to my heart. Tim Drake Has Birds. Not just any birds, but a gaggle of Crows and Ravens and others. That's what everyone says. But what if he had *more*.

Sure it starts with him befriending 4 or 5 ravens/crows but both are smart kinds of birds and very social as well. They seek out others to play with after all. So if Tim was kind to them and fed them and even helped one of them heal after it got a broken wing (the others led Tim to their injured friend while screaming) then they would certainly spread news to other birds that Tim is safe and a friend. Plus, when any of those birds he befriended has kids? They will teach their babies that Tim is Kind and Trustworthy.

Eventually Tim's flock spreads from just being Crows and Ravens to adding pigeons and grackles and Sparrows and even a few blue Jay's and a couple owls! After all, if Tim starts befriending them about the time (or even before) he starts stalking the family by the Time he's Robin he's gunna have So Many Birds. Tim does his best to hide this from the other Bats because he thinks they will try to make him get rid of them like the one time his parents found him petting a Raven in the backyard.

Tim hides his birds from everyone the best he can and has taught some of them helpful tricks in the field that he can only use when alone. Only a handful can do them, but a handful is more than enough. Such commands are Follow That Person, Bring Me That, Poop On That Person, and other such things. Only three of them understand his favorite trick. Take This Match, Strike It, And Drop It On What I Point At. Sometimes he lights goons on fire, sometimes he lights dumpsters on fire. Either way, a perfect distraction for hoards of goons.

Many of them also have tiny harnesses that can't be seen through their feathers that have cameras on them. Sometimes Tim will have a bird follow a Rouge around for a while because really, who would notice of a specific bird is following them?

The three that are best trained and are totally not Tim's favorites, are the three he has in his civilian identity as well. He only debuted his "pets" are he took over as CEO of WE. On his right shoulder rides a *well* above average size Raven named Huggin and on his left is an equally massive Raven named Munnin. Yes, he did name them after Odin's two ravens from mythology. The last one does not come to work with him like Huggin and Munnin, but stays at home and is in fact part of Tim's Home Security. Guinevere the Agressive Swan. She will attack anyone and everyone that isn't Tim and the moment she spots a person who Shouldn't Be There, she is out for *blood*. The only people she tolerates are Brenard, Kon, Cassie, and Bart. Even Damian with his mastery of animals will get attacked by her.

That's such a cute AU! I want to add an that, because Tim is taking care of pigeons, their lifespan increases as well (idk much about other birds so maybe them too). Pigeons were originally domesticated animals. They live 1-2 years in the wild and up to 15 as a pet.

I would also love to see the ravens intimidate the hell out of other people at Tim's work. The birds are just staring intensely at someone Tim doesn't like as they try to get through a meeting. It's an effective tool for the CEO to get what he wants or needs from opponents (ravens are adorable, but huge. I'd be terrified if one just kept staring at me visibly prepared to attack).

[vexwerewolf]

How much does Odin actually understand of Norse mythology? Does he have it just completely wrong? Does he have only an superficial/pop culture understanding of it? Or does he actually know the most faithful to the original interpretation that we have to day from the Eddas?

Because the names he gave his children, although fitting from a Doylian perspective, from a Watsonian perspective point to him either not knowing the dire implications attached to them, not caring and just using the theme because he likes it, or most worrying of all wanting to convey exactly that meaning.

I mostly ask so in Act 2 I can know if I'll be able to get under his skin by pointing out one of his sons is going to be mpregged with a horse.

CW: Parental abuse, self-harm

I'm not sure I have a comprehensive answer to all of this, but...

It is, in my mind, highly probable that the MCU has poisoned understanding of Norse mythology so much that "Loki is one of Odin's sons" was just something that the interpreters of the Massif Vaults believed, and thus passed into five thousand years of Union understanding of pre-Fall mythology.

As for the dire implications of the names he gave his kids - yes, he was fully aware of it. He was doing it on purpose. He wasn't born to the name Odin. He chose it. He's a delusional fanatic trying to raise his sons to kill God, and he is not at all convinced that magic doesn't exist. Naming himself and his sons after gods was a part of his Magnum Opus, his Great Work - he may be dooming them to misery, but he's also elevating them to the status of gods, for who else can kill God but the gods?

Did you notice that Odin's left eye is cybernetic?

Odin, the mythic father, who traded an eye for sight beyond sight - and does this crafted eye not see more than any flesh-eye ever could?

You have to understand that for all his cruelty, Odin isn't a hypocrite. He'll gladly torture his children, but he's not hesitant to subject himself to the same tortures or worse to get what he wants. He put his own eye out with a screwdriver. In his twisted understanding of the world, having it painlessly replaced under anaesthetic would be cheating - true knowledge requires pain, requires sacrifice.

By this measure, though, this lack of hypocrisy, he justifies the cruelty to which his children were subjected. He was willing to suffer so much for this great and terrible project - why shouldn't they?

[disgruntledexplainer]

Deltora, a subversion of fantasy tropes (or perhaps more accurately going back to it's roots)

@yellow-eyed-green-crocodile OK, here we go.

Deltora Quest is a children's book series. It consists of 16 books, though it exists in an expanded universe which contains another 12 books, not counting Tales of Deltora, Secrets of Deltora, and Monsters of Deltora (as well as the little-known extra book The Land of Dragons, which contains about half of what's in Tales of Deltora plus 3 additional stories which you can't find anywhere else).

The books were written during that time when Scholastic was doing it's darnedest to get kids to actually pick up a book and read. You know, the era of Animorphs, Secrets of Droon, and other books like that. Pre-harry-potter stuff. But deltora always stuck out as somewhat... odd.

For one thing, the setting. Deltora is a land absolutely INFESTED with horrifying monsters. we're talking lovecraft-level stuff. indeed, these things are so powerful that going toe-to-toe with them in conventional combat is laughably absurd. I mean, just look at this thing:

each of those little globes is a stomach the size of a PERSON. a sword ain't doin SHIT against that thing. and it wasn't even the primary monster from the book it came from. do you know what was? THE SAND IT'S STANDING ON. YES, THAT ENTIRE DESERT IS A SINGLE MONSTER.

there are also dark sorcerers, capable of, for example, turning an entire town into a fetid swamp in a split second, and deflecting any weapon directed at them. the main villain is a sorcerer of such incredible power that he makes zeus and odin look like chumps.

in order to defeat these creatures, the main characters are consistently forced to use their wits instead of their weapons.

but this isn't what I am writing this post about. every fantasy book has monsters of some kind. probably. no, what REALLY stands out about the Deltora Quest series is the BELT.

this is the Belt of Deltora, a composite magic item formed from 7 gems, each linked to the power of the land, bound together by a belt made by a simple blacksmith who united the seven tribes of deltora and became it's first king. it is considered the single most powerful mystical object on the continent, and uniting it is Deltora's only hope for survival.

except from a generic fantasy perspective, it kinda sucks.

in most generic fantasy settings, the characters are attempting to accumulate magical power which they can use to engage their enemies directly in combat; alternatively, they may be trying to build a big enough army or something similar. but the gems don't work like that. lets take a look at what the gems can actually do, shall we?

the Diamond: Gem of Strength or Fortitude, can give physical strength, fortitude, and courage to the wielder, as well as the ability to cure diseases in the person who touches it. it punishes those who attempt to take it in a dishonorable manner with misfortune. It can allow the wearer to telepathically communicate with and heal Diamond Dragons, and a nearby dragon of it's type boosts it's power, and vice versa. it also has this weird synergy with the topaz where the topaz can summon the strength of everyone who believes in the wearer (in a metaphorical sense) and the diamond transforms that belief into physical strength.

the Emerald: Gem of Honor, dulls in the presense of evil or at the location of a broken vow, is a remedy for sores and ulcers, and is an antidote to poison for whomever touches it. It can allow the wearer to telepathically communicate with and heal Emerald Dragons, and a nearby dragon of that type boosts it's power, and vice versa. Note that out of all the dragons, emerald dragons are arguably the biggest and most powerful. It might have other powers as well, as it's potential isn't as well explored as the other gems.

Lapis Lazuli: Gem of Luck or Providence, protects the wearer from evil and brings good fortune. also may have some subtle effect on the weather, though that hasn't been confirmed. it is arguably the most powerful of the gems for the protection it provides, but the nature of it's power is ill defined, and certainly outside of the wearer's ability to control. It also allows you to detect the location of the Opal as if it were a compass, and is more powerful when in close proximity to it. It can allow the wearer to telepathically communicate and heal Lapis Lazuli dragons, and a nearby dragon of that type boosts it's power, and vice versa. If the opal has it's power boosted by a nearby opal dragon, the Lapis Lazuli's power is also boosted if they are close to each other.

Topaz: Gem of Faith, can allow the wearer to make contact with the spirit world during a full moon. the character can see ghosts, and sometimes the spirits of the hallowed dead (those who are in heaven) will appear to the character and given advice, those this is extremely rare. It also clears and strengthens the mind and protects the wearer from the terrors of the night (also ill-defined). It's powers are all strengthened during the full moon. It can allow the wearer to telepathically communicate with and heal topaz dragons, and a nearby dragon of that type boosts it's power, and vice versa.

Opal: Gem of Hope, has the power to give glimpses of the future and can enhance the wearer's vision, and it can also fill the wearer with hope for the future (which helps counteract the panic that the visions of the future often produce). It can detect the Lapis Lazuli like a compass, and is more powerful when in close proximity to it. It allows the wearer to telepathically communicate with and heal opal dragons, and a nearby dragon of that type boosts it's power, and vice versa. If the Lapis Lazuli has it's power boosted by a nearby lapis lazuli dragon, the opal's power is also boosted if they are close to each-other.

The Ruby: Gem of Happiness or Love, it grows pale in the presense of evil, or when misfortune threatens it's wearer. Can be used in conjunction with the emerald to fully distinguish between danger, evil, and vow-breakers, since their powers overlap a little. It wards off evil spirits (also ill-defined) and is an antidote to snake venom, and also apparently repels snakes and venomous creatures in general. It allows the wearer to telepathically communicate with and heal ruby dragons, and a nearby dragon of that type boosts it's power, and vice versa.

The Amethyst: Gem of Truth or Wisdom, changes color in the presence of illness, pales near poisoned food or drink, and guides the wearer toward sincerity, security and peace of mind (AKA calming the wearer when touched). It also boosts the power of Toran Magic. By A LOT. It allows the wearer to telepathically communicate with and heal Amethyst dragons, and a nearby dragon of that type boosts it's power, and vice versa.

True, this is a lot of variety in powers, but with the exception of the Diamond most of this is pretty useless in combat. Especially given that the sorcerers in this world can do things like call lightning down from the sky, or create and control thousands of soldiers made out of goo. And compared to the combat capabilities of end-game weapons of other setting? it's chump change. it should be noted that the gems DO NOT allow the wielder to control dragons, only telepathically communicate with them, meaning that the King of Deltora must still negotiate to get any help, and the Dragons are rarely cooperative, even in the face of their own extinction. The gems don't give you the ability to control the elements, warp space and time, kill with a thought, fly, or turn into a glowing giant (whatever the anime adaptation might say to the contrary).

No, what the gems allow the user to do is: keep a level and clear head, detect potentially dangerous situations, and heal people of ailments.

but here's the thing; given what I said about the monsters in deltora, any of the spectacular kinds of magic would be pretty much useless. The Shadow Lord is beyond anything any mortal is capable of fighting; he has integrated his twisted will with the spirit of half a continent, and has experimenting with new and more twisted kinds of magic for thousands of years. Frankly, even by the standards of most "dark lords" like Sauron, Melkor, and Galbatorix, he is unimaginably powerful. a direct confrontation with him is laughable.

so then, why is the Belt considered one of the most powerful objects on the planet?

Well, because what it grants isn't power.

it grants FREEDOM.

freedom is defined as "the power, rooted in reason and will, to act or not to act, to do this or that, and so perform deliberate actions on one's own responsibility. By free will one shapes one's own life. Human freedom is a force for growth and maturity in truth and goodness[...]" -Catechism of the Catholic Church section 1731

in other words, Freedom, properly defined, is not the ability to do what one wants; that is power, not freedom. Freedom is the ability to do what one NEEDS to do. Freedom to protest. Freedom to preach. Freedom to worship. Freedom to defend oneself both physically and legally. These are freedoms.

Now lets look again at what the belt enables one to do. It allows one to clear and calm one's mind and strengthens one's will, heals, protects from certain kinds of danger, and allows one to heal others. These are not powers, they are FREEDOMS.

oh yeah, and I forgot one more of these freedoms:

WHEN ALL THE GEMS ARE PUT IN THE BELT TOGETHER, THEY PRODUCE A MAGICAL SCREEN WHICH BANISHES DARK MAGIC AND THOSE WHOSE SOULS ARE TAINTED BY IT.

it is not combat power, but it is a power FAR GREATER THAN ANY COMBAT POWER COULD EVER FEASIBLY BE

In a sense, this subverts normal fantasy tropes by going back to its roots. When JRR Tolkien wrote the Lord of the Rings, he wrote a book about simple working class and middle class people defeating an evil by DESTROYING POWER (with a One Ring being a kind of stand-in for power itself in all it's forms). yet, it seems that every writer since has taken a look at his work and gone "look at all this cool world-building and monsters and magic! but the protagonists and themes are kinda lame. I KNOW, i'll REPLACE those complex and nuanced themes with EDGY GRIZZLED WARRIORS AND POWER-HUNGRY SORCERERS, and make the story all about CONSOLIDATING AS MUCH POWER AS POSSIBLE TO DEFEAT SOMEONE WHO HAS ALSO CONSOLODATED AS MUCH POWER AS POSSIBLE, BUT IN AN EVIL WAY. sometimes they even have their characters performing actions which are completely morally bankrupt (razing cities, killing civilians or surrendering enemies, etc), and justify it because "main villain is worse". because in other words, most fantasy writers decided to completely rip off all of tolkien's world, down to the very creatures that inhabit it, but HORRIBLY INVERT the themes

Meanwhile, Deltora seems to do the opposite. It doesn't copy Tolkien's world. there are similarities; the Shadow Lord is kinda like Sauron if you squint a little. but the world is populated with plenty of creatures that don't line up at all, and even those that are similar are only superficially so. meanwhile, Emily Rodda (the author) took a look at Tolkien's themes, smiled and nodded, and proceeded to ELABORATE UPON THEM. The kingdom of deltora fell because the rulers detached themselves from the needs of the common man and physically separated themselves from them out of cowardice. the shadow lord twists and destroys nature to produce his horrific experiments which mirror in many ways modern genetic engineering. the battle is won not through force of arms, but through planning, cleverness, and uniting the tribes under a common cause.

there are other things, like how each gem corresponds to one of the seven virtues, or how so much emphais is put on using logic to solve problems, and similar things, but this post is long as it is, so i'm going to stop here.

[sweetbillwriting]

In The Dead of Night

ONE

Description: Delilah is on sick leave from her job and doesn't have much to do in the days. Her life has always been safe and a bit boring but everything changes when she falls in love with her best friend's dead brother.

Characters: AU Eric, played by Bill Skarsgård, from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, especially because I haven't seen the movie.

Warnings: 18+. I've stopped writing out specific warnings. All of my stories are 18+, have heavy themes and are NSFW.

Notes: This is really just inspired by Bill Skarsgård's looks and the atmosphere of The Crow, nothing else.

You can find the prologue here

Green eyes. 

Green, big eyes looked at me intensely but more than that I couldn't see. It was like everything around was eaten up by complete darkness but the eyes were its own source of light. It didn't look like they floated around like two planets tossed out in space, no, it was obvious they were attached to a face, but a face I couldn't see. I tried to reach my hands out to touch the face, the shoulders, touch something belonging to the person with the intense green eyes but I didn't succeed. It was me who was the one who was bodiless, or at least I didn't have any contact with my body. Was I paralyzed? How could I know? 

Maybe I was no substance anymore, maybe I was just the air in front of the person with the green eyes. 

Eric. Even if I had just seen his eyes one time in a photo I knew it was his eyes in front of me. The big, sad eyes. In that moment he looked at me with searching eyes, like he wondered who I was or how I was feeling. Nothing with his eyes were hostile. I felt seen. Seen for real, in that way you probably just get to be seen a few times in your life. 

××× 

I stretched out in bed after waking up slowly and pleased, like you do when you've got the sleep hours you need and didn't have anything that rushed you to leave your bed's warm sheets. I didn't even have Odin to think about because he was living with his dad that week so I could stretch a bit more. 

I left my bed when I felt hunger growing deep in my belly. I rose up from bed with a smile and on my way to the bathroom I started to hum an old kids song I hadn't thought about for years, it wasn't until I saw myself in the bathroom mirror I realized how abnormal my behavior was. I wasn't a cheery person and I was definitely not the person singing for myself. 

My cheeks glowed of redness and my eyes were shiny. It looked like I've been out running in cold, crisp weather. I looked healthy. I wouldn't say I had looked unhealthy before, just a bit tired and paler than others because I rather stayed inside in front of a series than walk out in the warm weather, but now I looked like such a person that did pilates in the morning. I smiled for myself but it wasn't until later when my tongue met the bitter taste of coffee I understood why. 

Green eyes. 

I remembered my dream I had and felt his eyes crawl into my chest and built a nest in one of the ventricles. My blood turned warm and shot out in my body and made my cheeks heat and even more flushed. It was embarrassing. It was really painful, sadly, embarrassing. 

I had seen one picture of him and now I dreamt about his eyes like they were two pools made of love and happiness. 

It was five days ago I was at Lotti's and saw the big photo of him together with my best friend Robin, his brother. Robin was always well groomed, clean and bright in a Instagram friendly way, his brother looked like the complete opposite. Tall, dark and scribbled with tattoos that looked washed out on his pale skin but he was beautiful. Robin was attractive but he didn't have that thing Eric had. As I said, I saw one picture of him but it was obvious his beauty was mysterious and dark, like a night sky in December. Robin was more like a morning sky in May. 

I had thought about Eric a lot since that day. I had stood next to Lotti and looked at the portrait in silence and didn't dare to ask anything. It felt like a religious moment when we stood there, like we had a wake for him and I didn't want to disturb her in her grieve by asking about his age or occupation. I was also a bit afraid I would say something that would confuse her. I had no idea how her brain worked after her stroke. She maybe would get violent if I asked about his death.

I left when a nurse came and said Robin was waiting for me but I took a last look at Eric's sad eyes and then turned my eyes at Lotti with a small smile: 

“Is it okay if I come to get the dress another day? I really, really like it but I have some things to do now so it would be better if I could pick it up next week?” 

Lotti nodded a little and then took my hand in hers: 

“Of course, Delilah. Maybe we can take a cup of tea then and I can tell you a bit about Eric? It would be so nice to talk about my boy.” 

It wasn't my plan that she would invite me to talk about Eric. I wanted to know more but my plan were just to be able to visit her again and ask some simple question. I didn't need to know much, just a few things I just wanted to know out of pure curiosity, he was dead after all so there wasn't much to say about him today. 

It felt strange Robin hadn't told me about him but I also knew how sensitive he was. If you got him to cry it took ages for him to stop. He had opened the faucet and they wouldn't close until he had cried out everything he had inside of him. He probably hadn't told me because of the wounds it had created in him and how talking about it would feel like putting needles in an open wound. 

That was why I didn't tell him that I went to his mom two days later. He didn't need to know we would talk about his brother's death. 

××× 

I rarely dressed up. It didn't really feel like there was a point doing so when I didn't have so much to do and the last two weeks it had been so hot I would have been most comfortable just walking around in a big shirt and panties. To meet Lotti again felt like a moment to pull on a dress tho and I chose one with care. I wanted to show her that her dress would get a good new home but also that I was a good, reliable friend to Robin and someone also she could trust. I thought about bringing something with me that we could have to the tea but the time disappeared, I couldn't say where but it probably had something to do with the green eyes staring at me from the inside of my chest. 

I hoped it would be okay the time I had picked to go to her. It was a Wednesday, 10 am. It felt like a good time to come, she would probably have lunch by 12. I went into the entrance with the colorful birds also that day but had time to see more than that this time. It was a desk to the left when I got in, a simple wooden desk that didn't seem to be used so much because it looked empty. Behind it was a door to a smaller room. I could see a glimpse of a dask with a laptop. 

From the corridor from my left came a younger nurse in her blue scrubs and smiled at me questioning. 

“Hi, I'm here to see Lotti… Ehm, I'm a friend to her son?” 

The nurse stopped some steps from me and nodded a little. 

“I think you met Fiona yesterday… I will find her to see if she can let you in, we just want to know who's visiting,” she said carefully and looked out one of the windows at the yard, probably looking after Fiona. 

“Oh, sure, of course,” I answered and played with the voluminous skirt of my white polka dotted dress. 

The young nurse left and a few minutes later Fiona came back. She wore a smile then she looked at my ID and wrote me on a visitor list. 

“The morning have been a little rocky so you know… She didn't recognize the nurse who came into her this morning.” 

I nodded a little and looked around nervously but still followed the nurse to Lotti's room. I was more or less preparing myself for her to have forgotten me. 

“There is no real pattern in her memory, it can even feel like she remember new people better than us others,” said Fiona before knocking on Fiona's door. I didn't have time to answer before Lotti's round face peaked out from the door. She smiled brightly and gave my dress a big eyed look. 

“That's an amazing dress, Delilah!” 

The nurse gave me a pointed smile then she left me to Lotti. I smiled surprised at her and followed her into her apartment. 

“Thank you, you can call me Della, that's what everyone calls me.” 

××× 

“Della, Della, my Della…” sang Lotti sweetly while she looked through a big bag with her old clothes. I stood in her bathroom with the door a jar trying a skirt with big roses. I smiled a little for myself. I had a good relationship with my mom and would never complain on her but Lotti had a much more typical motherly way and made me feel like a child again. 

“I think the coffee is done now,” she said and I heard her light feet walk to the kitchen. I let my own dress and the clothes I've tried from Lotti hang in the bathroom and went to her little kitchen. She was on her way to pouring coffee in two green, ceramic mugs and I sat down by the table, still with her rose skirt on and a white blouse. I felt blessed being able to look through Lotti’s colorful 80’s clothes but I felt even more blessed that I would hear the story about her son. Her son, who had passed away at a young age. Eric. To my surprise and worry, Lotti left the kitchen after putting down the mugs on the table but came back with two photo albums in her arms. I felt my heart crawl up my chest to my throat and I took a sip of my coffee to try to cure the burn that had spread throughout my air ways. I gave the picture by the bed a fast look. I would know his story now and silently in my head I asked for his forgiveness. If he was alive it would be his story to tell, now his mother chose to share it with me, just like that. 

“Are you Robin's girlfriend?” Lotti suddenly asked while putting down the albums on the table. “I can get his albums too if you want to see? This is just Eric's but there is pictures of Robin in them too of course.” 

“No, I'm not Robin’s girlfriend… We aren't really ‘each other's type’,” I said, without going into the subject too much. Lotti nodded a little and looked at me with an examining look. Maybe she felt I should be interested by Robin's albums anyway but I weren't if I was honest. I wouldn't have been interested in anyone's childhood pictures in normal case but Eric… I looked at his photo again. It was hard to understand and even harder to explain. 

“They're so different from each other your son's… It's sweet,” I said with a little smiling, watching Lotti drag her fingers over the album, she continued to do that for a moment and I started to wonder if I already said something hurting. 

“Eric… Eric came to us when he was two years old. We had some problems getting more children and we wanted to do something good and opened our home for a foster child… We never thought we would start to love the boy like he was as much our own as Robin.” 

Lotti have me a sad little smile then she opened up the light green album so I could see little Eric in a woman's lap. He looked like any other baby but his eyes were bigger and looked into my soul just like he did on the other picture, just like he did in my dream. The woman were Lotti, in her thirties. 

“And you named him after your husband,” I said with a nod, like it was obvious. 

“No, no. It was just coincidence they had the same name but it was sweet, he didn't share our last name but he could share his first name with the man he would call ‘dad’.” 

Lotti's eyes got shiny but she smiled big. It was sweet, that Eric could be a part of the family, even by name. I felt my own eyes get shiny and Lotti took my hand in hers.

“I've talked with some of the nurses about him and they all got so uncomfortable but it feels like you understand. Eric was so special…” The tears run down her cheeks but she continued to smile. Bot of us looked at the portrait again then down at young Eric. We looked at every picture. Big, sad eyes looked back at us, even if his smile was bright. In his pre teens you started to see him change, his hair became black, a simple silver ring in his ear. The older he got the darker his appearance became and the green hypnotic eyes became framed with blackness. 

“Was this just a style for him, or was it something more?” I pointed to a picture of him sitting in the grass, looking away with squinting eyes and a spider web tattoo behind his ear. He was probably just eighteen or something but looked sad like a man meeting years of struggle. 

“Eric… We did everything for him. He was liked by everyone he met even if he looked the way he did but…” Lotti sighed and looked down at her hands. She still had on her wedding ring even if she was a widow. 

“We really thought we could change his faith… But his inheritance was rooted in his, much deeper than we thought and the depressive tendencies sneaked up on him even before his teens. He probably searched for the darkness because it was a place he fitted in… And then came the drugs… The same problems his biological parents had, that had made us be blessed with his presence…” Both she and I cried now and hugged each other's hand like we've known each other for ages. 

Drugs. As soon as she said the word it was also more or less obvious that was his murderer. I had never even met a person taking any serious drugs and I felt mixed feelings about Eric's problems. In some way I couldn't believe her, because the man looking at me from the picture over the bed looked healthy and strong but I could also see that intense sadness in his eyes.

“Was it the drugs that..?” I asked carefully  and dragged my thumb over the back of her hand. She just nodded and dried her tears with her other hand. 

“An overdose. We don't know if it was on purpose or not.” 

Both of us sat quiet, holding each other's hand. I could feel Eric's eyes on me and I think Lotti could too because she looked up at the framed picture with a smile then she browsed the pages of the album to the last pages. Their was newer pictures of Eric. A grown man, heavily tattooed but with the same eyes. It was more or less professional pictures of him, sweet pictures of him dressed in Adidas joggers and a loose tank top in a couch. He looked boyishly handsome even with the tattoos crawling all the way up to his face and down to his fingertips. I couldn't even count the tattoos in his face, so full of them was his skin. I thought to myself that he probably did them for the adrenaline rush, something to give his sad heart a kick but then I saw the picture of him smiling big. He had a deep dimple in his flawless cheek and straight white teeth. He looked happy, even if his eyes had a hint of something dark.

“It was his girlfriend who took the pictures and I'm really glad for that today. They were just taken some months before he died and she sent them to me.” 

I looked at the smiling picture again. He was in love. That's why his eyes had changed.

As a hairdresser I couldn't stop myself from furrowing my brows while watching his hair. He had a short mullet, something he didn't have on the picture by Lotti's bed. His hair in these pictures was cut in different layers and angles and I couldn't decide if it was made by an experimental hairdresser or a wild amateur. It didn't look so bad for being a mullet but it still was a mullet. 

Lotti giggled a little amused when she browsed to the next page and I understood why. Their was four pictures in the same style as the ones before but with another sort of Eric. 

“I thought it was odd she sent these to his mother but never would I put pictures of Eric away.” 

My cheeks heated when I watched the pictures of Eric in bed. He laid in just a pair of silky boxer shorts so you could see all his tattoos, both the good ones and the horrible ones. You could also see his incredible body. I never thought he would look like that. Everywhere it was lean muscles and defined lines. His abs were taken from a underwear model, his shoulders from a swimmer. I could feel Lotti's eyes on me and knew what kind of look she gave me. He maybe wasn't alive but he could still make every woman blush. I cleared my throat but continued to look at Eric, his body but also his beautiful face. 

“He must have been a heartbreaker…” I joked and put my hands on my glowing cheeks. 

“Oh no. No. Not my Eric,” said Lotti. “He was a shy boy. He probably knew he was handsome but he was still shy and didn't talk just to talk. Such a sweet, humble boy.” 

I looked at her with a warm smile. It was a sweet thought, especially because his brother wasn't at all like that. Robin liked attention and talked most often loudly over others. 

Lotti give me a smile and stood up. 

“I'm just going to the bathroom, you can continue to look in the albums,” she said and then walked to the bathroom. 

I continue to look through the albums. Cute baby Eric, him as a bit older doing martial arts, his style changes to goth but then changed more to an eclectic style. His green big eyes, the tattoos, the abs. He was magnetic in all shapes and I grieved in silence his death. If Lotti was right he was a great, sweet, shy guy that looked like that. If it wasn't for the drugs he seemed to be so wonderful. I was rarely impressed by men but this one… Why was he dead? 

“Excuse me?” Said Lotti behind me and I turned around. “Who are you?” She said suspiciously and pressed the emergency button so staff would come to her room. I heard my heart in my ears. It felt like I had done something wrong even if I hadn't. I had been invited in, she just couldn't remember that. 

“I'm Della, Robin's friend?” I tried and stood up. Lotti looked at me up and down. She didn't look scared, probably because I was just an ordinary young woman. It was nothing weird with me, I would even say I looked sweet and kind. 

“Robin's girlfriend?” She asked and smiled unsurely. 

“No, just friend.” 

Just when Lotti smiled and was on her way to answer, Fiona came in. 

“Lotti, are you okay?” Asked Fiona and patted her arm calmly. 

“Yes… Yes… When did you let the girl in?” 

“That was earlier, maybe you need to rest a little?” Asked Fiona and steered her towards the bed. She gave me a resurging smile and said lowly that Lotti needed to sleep a little. That was my sign I should go. I felt awful, even if her memory failed her often and I changed to my own dress. I left her dresses because it felt wrong taking them when she didn't feel well. I gave Lotti and Fiona a finale look and when I saw that they were busy I did the unforgivingly thing. I couldn't take the dresses but I stole three of the pictures of Eric. I took them out from the album and held them against my heart when I sneaked out from the entrance door. 

××× 

In the dead of night I walked. It was much darker than it usually was in May and at first I couldn't tell where I was. The anxious feeling of being stalked I've felt since my teens crept up on me and I walked faster, more determinedly even if I didn't know where I was going. Odin was attached to my hand with the leash, much longer than it usually was but I didn't feel that uncomfortable feeling in my hand when he pulled, but he did pull. He pulled so hard I could hear his strangled breath but he continued to try to run like he was in a hurry somewhere. 

I finally recognized the place I was in. It was in the park lying close to my childhood home but completely dark, otherwise it was lit up with light poles. I looked around at the familiar but also unfamiliar place. It was like experiencing it all again. The jungle gym, the slide, the silly lady bugs to ride and the swings. 

A tall dark silhouette sat on one of the swings with its feet dug into the sand. They swayed on the swing back and forth slowly and it gave it even more a spooky feel. I wanted to go back, go to my parents house but Odin had other plans and pulled so hard in the leach I dropped him. 

“Odin!” I shouted after him when he ran towards the silhouette. I felt my heart beat in panic, catastrophic thinking about losing him completely took over my head. Odin barked happily and ran up to the silhouette that stood up and bent down on its knees to greet the dog. It was obvious now it was just a tall man, a tall man with broad shoulders and his hood pulled up over his head. Odin greeted him like he was an old friend, in so much joy he didn't seem to know what to do with himself but the man took the leach in his hand and with just a light movement with it he got Odin to lay down in the sand and look up at him while he himself stood up on long legs. I walked carefully towards the man and got a stronger and stronger feeling I knew who it was. He was taller than I had understood and it was intimidating to walk up to him. He pulled down the hood of his dark hoodie and revealed his striking feature and the dark mullet. Suddenly one of the light poles by us was turned on and a warm, but dimmed light spread out over the park. It lit up his face and made me see plump lips and facial tattoos but also his most distinctive facial feature. The big green eyes. 

I walked up to him with a beating heart and felt the anxiousness and fear transform to overwhelming happiness to see him. I never thought I would see him but there he now stood in front of me, healthy and handsome. When I had come up to him I didn't know what to do and even Odin seemed to react to my awkward behavior where I stood looking at Eric like I had never seen a man over 6 '0. 

“I believed you wanted to see me,” he said with a shoulder shrug and a shy smile. He looked sweet when he lowered his eyes in a timid way but with a contagious, dimpled smile. 

Suddenly it felt like I was on a first date with a guy I already was madly in love with. Like when I was fifteen and met in secrecy one of my older sister's classmates to make out in the play house by the daycare. 

“Of course I wanted to, Eric,” I said with an embarrassed giggle and he looked up at me with those mazmirazing eyes. I giggled again just by meeting his eyes. 

He smiled and reached out Odin's leach towards me.

“Do you want to take a walk?”

 I looked down at Odin who just looked at Eric without acknowledging me. I gave him a smirk then I looked at Eric again. He was dressed in the black Adidas joggers he had in the photos with a black hoodie.

“I would love to take a walk but I think you can keep the leach…” I nodded down to Odin and Eric looked down too on the dog worshiping him by his feet. Eric made a low chuckle that warmed my chest and made me giggle. 

“I can keep it…” 

He looked at me with an embarrassed smile and big, boyish eyes. 

He may be a dead man but he made me feel more alive than any other man had. 

× 

[manicrouge]

Liar

[𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]

[𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍]: 29/12/23

[𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝]: Keegan lies to you the night you meet yet you remain oblivious to it until you bring it up to him again.

[𝙲𝚠]: angst i guess but it's not that bad.

[𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝]: 4,533

[𝙰/𝙽]: I had plans for this but I really don't have the motivation to finish it, but considering it's quite a few words I didn't want it to go to waste- there's no smut, apologies, but smut isn't really something I'm overly passionate about so I hope that this fluff is good enough to suffice !!

ENJOY !!

Please don't post my work anywhere else without my permission !!

There's something about him and you're not sure if you should really speak on it because then, ultimately, your delusion is in the real world and not confined to your head. It's torture though, it really is, the constant headache of worrying about how you look and what you're doing when you're around him, and still, you can't seem to snap about it. 

There's a limit to love, you've agreed to that inwardly. Some things you do in the name of love are okay: buying them something just because it reminds you of them, getting them something when they're too busy to get it for themselves, asking them out and asking them if they would like to accompany you on a date somewhere in the city. 

That's normal for love, it something you imagine most people do. 

But then there's your tricky little mind and it seems to kick and scream at the thought of doing something sane in the name of love. You don't want to do any of those things, you don't want to be nice. It's obvious, at least, you think it is. 

He makes you a violent person. 

Perhaps its because you want to show off, you want to him to see you and admire that you did everything he wants from you and much more. When you were just a rookie, you're quite sure you were close to being kicked out, being forced to resume life the way you had prior to them finding you on the side of the road after ODIN had been attacked.

The very thought, even to this day, makes you nauseous. Facing the unbearable heat, soldiers and starvation is a recipe for disaster, and after going without food for however long you did, you had sworn you weren't going to let anything compromise that. But things were overwhelming and you were essentially a burden during the first few months of your training; you couldn't do anything right. 

But he saw you at your lowest, and he didn't let that happen. In fact, you're quite sure he saved you when you met that night. 

'Crying won't get you anywhere, kid.'

If there was one thing about Keegan, he was absolutely right about everything. Including that. 

Pushing your head up from out of your lap, you sniffled, rubbing your nose as you catch a set of blue eyes staring at you. He was unlike anyone you had ever seen before, a mask covering his features, beanie atop his head as he approaches you, kicking a stone beside you. You turn your head away from him and watch as the little rock rolls down the edge of the hill in the direction of the track. 

'You were supposed to be asleep an hour ago,' he adds, taking a seat beside you. You keep your eyes trained on the direction the stone had slipped, keeping your arms wrapped around your knees before resting your chin upon them. 'You'd get into trouble if one of the superiors caught you outside.'

'I'm no good anyway,' you said, 'better going out this way than any other way.'

Your tone was bleak as you contemplated throwing yourself down the hill. It wouldn't have killed you, but it would free you from the shame of having to speak to the man sitting beside you. 'They're gonna get rid of me soon, throw me to the wolves.'

There wasn't a reply from the man sitting beside you for a while as he shifted where he was sitting. You hear the tear of velcro and finally decided to turn your head to see him holding a box of cigarettes in his hand.

'When I was first starting out,' he began, 'couldn't shoot a sniper for the fuckin' life of me,' he continued, plucking a cigarette from the carton. Bringing his hand up, he hooked his fingers under the edges of his mask, pulling it up, revealing his jaw and lips. 

Much to your surprise, you spied black stubble around his mouth and trailing his jawline. Placing a cigarette between his lips, he grabbed the lighter from the box. Cupping his hand around his mouth, It took a moment, the item in his hand spluttering before eventually spitting a full enough flame for him to light his cigarette. 'I could shoot every other gun okayish, but I wasn't the asset they needed me to be.'

'Don't believe you,' you mumble, looking at the pattern on his mask. You recalled the white markings to belong to a particular unit that even the General had trouble addressing. They did their own thing, stayed out of everyone else's way. 'You're a Ghost, aren't you? Best of the best.'

You don't look at a Ghost unless they talk to you. 

'The mask?' he asked, 'part of the branding, forget I have it on half the time,' he admits, taking a puff from his cigarette. 'Everyone has to start somewhere, kid.'

'I've been here for months and I'm still awful at everything,' you confessed, 'I can't shoot a gun for the fuckin' life of me; my aim is off and I can never seem to focus.'

'If you think about it too much, you'll struggle,' he said. 

'A- And, I can't do close combat- I've been to the infirmary more times than I can count... whenever I go to the nurse now, she doesn't even speak to me,' you rambled, running your hand through your hair. Your throat starts to clog up as you continued to pour your heart out to the man sitting beside you. You couldn't really seem to help it; he was there, and from what you could tell, he wasn't discouraging your fury.

Rules had it that your hair was supposed to be slicked back out of your face and tied up, but after the day you had had, you couldn't muster the strength to keep it tied up. So, after you had had a shower, you kept it out to keep the dull ache in your head away for as long as you could.

You were surprised the man beside you hadn't said anything to you about it. Only, when it's out of your way, you found it easier to keep your hands from plucking and picking at your scalp whenever the anxiety got too much and you were scared you were going to drown in a well of your own tears.

'You're too stressed about everything,' he said, 'if you overthink it, like I said, you're gonna fuck it up. What's got you so stressed, kid?' he asked, looking at you. Your eyes water as you turn your head away from him, letting out a shaky exhale. 

A better question would have been what wasn't stressing you out. 

'Hey, don't shut down on me, tell me what's wrong... can't promise I'll be much help, but it's good to have someone to talk to,'  he said, 'talk at me, tell me what's wrong,' he demanded, as though he was some form of saviour.

Only, in that moment, he was.

'They're gonna throw me out if I can't be what they want me to be,' you were much too choked up to fight against the urge of spilling your guts to the Ghost, your grip around your knees growing tighter as you began to shake. 'And I can't go back out there; if I go back out there, 'm gonna die, I know I am,' you sniffled, 'a- and I can't die, especially not out there with those monsters I can't but I'm going to if I don't get better but I don't think I can get better and- and—'

A firm hand was placed on your shoulder, his arm wrapping around you as he pulled you to his side.

You were startled at first, feeling his gloved hand on your shoulder, being pulled close enough for your senses to be flooded with his cologne. Ghost's weren't supposed to be like this, they were supposed to be aloof, transparent, careless. Yet, as he held you, you found your trembling nerves were soothed with his efforts.

The cigarette on his breath stained the moment, and when you opened your eyes, you found that he had tossed the cigarette down the same hill that the little rock he had kicked had rolled down, the red hue of the burning tip settling into the darkness while winking at you.

'You're not gonna get thrown out, kid,' he quietly said, 'it's been a tough change, I know it has been, but you can't let it get to you because, if you do, the stress is gonna kill you before anything beyond this base gets to you, hm?' he asked, looking at you.

You looked back at him, thinking back to that morning where you had pulled out a small clump of hair from the your head. You'd spent the next hour crying over it, and whittled yourself so far down that you'd convinced yourself you were going to die.

Everything lead to the thought of death with you. You couldn't escape it. The devil caged you and he trapped you, laughing in your face as he dangled your very livelihood before you.

And still you failed.

'How do you know that?' you asked, 'you think some sort of miracles going to happen?' you continued.

'I'm going to teach you,' he said, 'I'll give you a helping hand; wanna see if you're as useless as you're saying you are or if you're just overcomplicating everything.'

'You don't have the time to do that, at this point I'm gonna be 90 but the time I manage to land a hit on someone in training.'

'And how do you know that?' he asked, 'you my Captain?'

You stared at him, the sudden shift in his tone causing your face to heat up.

'You'd be wasting you time with me,' you said, shaking your head, attempting to pull away from him, all for his grip on you to tighten.

He wasn't going to let you pull away from him, especially while in the state you were in. You'd curse him if you didn't feel so secure in his arms, so, you simply give in to the urge of staying close to him, not allowing your ego to destroy the first ounce of comfort you had gotten since arriving on the base.

'Wasting time here with you now; could be in bed,' he stated simply, 'I'll speak to someone, get you put under my supervision until I'm sure you'll be fine returning to your brigade.'

'Are you allowed to do that?' you asked.

'Captains in your department barely look at me, kid,' he chuckled, ''scared I'm gonna bash the brains in with the butt of my gun or somethin'. They won't turn down my request- especially if you're as much as a burden as you're sayin' you are; they'd be happy to get you off their hands if that's the case, not that they'd refuse me in the first place.'

He spoke to you as though you were a friend, but you regarded his support as treating you most likely as a lesson; the men your department had little interest in showing a woman how to fight, perhaps that was why you were struggling so much. No one really wanted to give you the time of day, and in a path where it was either sink or swim, you found their actions were taxing.

It was blatant that the men you worked with had little interest in you, and you're clued up enough now to know that. Yet, deep down, you're sure you've always been conscious to their biases towards male soldiers, only, now, you say it without fear of being reprimanded for your supposed 'accusation'. They can't do shit to you anymore and you're thankful for it, because, in the end, if they even look in your direction, you'd have no issue bashing their brains in with the butt of the pistol in the holster on your thigh.

Recently, you find you've been going back to that night where you had been in tears, mostly while by yourself, whether it be at the base or elsewhere, you were focused on that pesky little memory which lead to your stomach pulsing in a sickly manner as you recall the feel of his hand resting on your shoulder and the smell of his cologne.

Little has changed- if anything.

Only, he's a little taller than he was when you first started training together. His height has him towering over you now, and you always laugh about it to yourself whenever your sparring with each other- especially when you're able to put him on his ass.

There's confusion surrounding the memory in your mind, you have mostly forgotten about it until one day, it reappeared. You're unsure what triggered the memories resurgence, and you review it with a sinful glint in your eyes, even with the lack of suggestiveness about the scene.

There's something there that makes you want to scream, that makes you want to cover the world in blood, and you have been fighting with yourself attempting to unwind the memory, unwrap the secrecy of its meaning which it is rejoicing in while you're suffering.

—

The next op leads you to No Mans Land, Elias has sent his sons there with the intent of helping you track down Ajax. You're familiar with the tactics and intent between sending his two boys out there, though none of you really comment or acknowledge the possibility of your squad growing with two members, and supposedly a dog. You're happy to do the work he assigned his boys with yourself; it would be nothing but a quick in and out, especially with the looming time between Ajax's kidnapping and where you find yourself right now.

It's been weeks and you're still no closer to getting him back and you find, while peering through your scope, searching for any sign of the Walker boys, you're gritting your teeth as you contemplate the damage it's doing to Keegan. Both of them are good friends, been together since day one.

But there's nothing you can do; one wrong move and Ajax will be gone forever, and you're not selfish enough to put the life of a friend on the line. You'd put yours on the line before you even dare to put someone else's out for your own greedy intent.

The Federation are like dogs, and as soon as they catch a whiff of Ghost blood, they'll have their feral little backs up, huffing, puffing and growing, impersonating that of a wolf, when, in reality, they're nothing of the sorts. Instead, the puny little pups who cower at the sight of their own shadow... or Rorke. But neither of them are very different from one another.

'You catch anything, kid?' Keegan calls through coms.

Looking down from your position, you catch the man standing below you, Merrick surveying the surrounding area as you hold your sniper up, keeping your eyes on the terrain surrounding you.

You're a fair distance away from where the Walker boys were sent by Elias, ensuring the area is clean for when they eventually make their way to the meet up spot.

'Negative,' you respond, pulling your scope away from your face, 'clear,' you say, 'they're all hauled up at the camp the Walker boys are goin' to- that's my bet anyway,' you say, hooking your arm through the strap on your sniper, carefully making your way down from the tree.

Setting on a curve in the tree, you look down at the ground, shuffling off while keeping hold of a branch. With a grunt, you push yourself off of it, landing on the ground with ease.

'Stalker-Six, this is Viking Actual, we are en route to the target location, how copy?' you perk your ears up, while you busy yourself with grabbing your canteen off of your belt, frowning when you're greeted with a distinct lightness. During the walk up to the scope point, you're quite sure you were only sipping at it. 'We are en route to target location location, how copy?'

A step closer to getting Ajax back.

Hooking you canteen back onto your vest, you lift your head to see Keegan holding his own out to you, 'you drink like it's goin' out of fuckin' fashion, kid,' he remarks, letting go of it as you grab it out of his hands. Unscrewing the lid, he watches you, 'just don't finish it all; can't drink any of the water around here and we don't know how long they're going to be.'

'Solid copy, viking,' Merrick responds, 'be advised, recent reports indicate a lot of enemy movement in that area. We're on a schedule here, so get that intel and get out fast,' he continues. Both you and Keegan listen, and you take two sips of water from his canteen with his narrowed gaze on you before relenting, giving him the bottle back. 'See?'

'Roger that.'

'You're the one with an empty canteen, princess,' he answers, snatching it off of you, putting it back onto his belt. 'We best continue to move up from this position; we're too far out to meet them,' he says, looking to Merrick who hums, 'we're clear to proceed—'

He's crudely cut off by a distant rumble, the shudder resulting in the wind picking up pace, a crows cried out in the distance.

The collateral damage done to the world since ODIN was ripped from the States has been catastrophic, and every now and again, you observe your surroundings with a reservation set for when you make it back to the base; you don't have time to contemplate and wallow in your sorrows, rather, you simply have to get on with it, just as Keegan does as he opens his mouth to speak again.

'Whole place is gonna be swallowed soon,' he sighs, turning to look down the path.

Merrick proceeds forward without another word, intent on keeping on the schedule he has planned out since hearing word from Elias requesting you're there to meet the boys for the information.

Keegan takes a small step before stopping looking over his shoulder at you, 'c'mon, kid, burning daylight,' he says, motioning his head in the direction of Merrick who has already began to trail the path down, 'and water too,' he chuckles, picking up the pace.

It takes a moment to realise why he's suddenly hot on his feet, his sudden shift in mood causing your heart to murmur as you finally see some form of happiness on his face.

You're a second away from smiling at him, and then his comment strikes you like a blunt blade and you grumble out a curse, following after the two men with a huffing breath and curse

—

'Stalker Six, we got something here, looks like they're digging through some sort of wreckage.'

After a few minutes of silence and trivesing through the remains of the wild life in the rotting area, you're greeted with the voice of the same Walker boy who has been doing all the talking.

You're familiar with his name, Hesh. Although, as you're walking beside Keegan, you find the name of the other one escapes you. It doesn't help that he certainly is not one for words.

The comment he makes has all three of you sharing a look, unable to muster any form of response. Despite the urge to speak, you remain quiet, watching as Merrick's brow furrows, rubbing his masked mouth with his hand. 'What do you mean? What kind of wreckage?'

It could be anything and you've learned, over the years, that nothing should surprise you anymore. Hell, even if aliens greet the remnants of Earth tomorrow, you're convinced you'll barely bat an eye to it; it's simply just another day on the job.

'Not sure. It's guarded, but we're gonna push through.'

It's good to know the boys share the same determination as their father, though, the mysterious wreckage works to cause your brow to wrinkle as you contemplate what exactly they're up to now. 'Do they ever have a fuckin' off day?' you ask.

'Negative,' Merrick retorts, 'enemy always has to be doin' something, was the same in the Second World War and it's the same in this one too. You let the enemy loose for a moment of shut eye, they'll dig your grave and put you in it by the time you wake up again,' he continues, his tone gruff as you watch his back.

It's difficult to miss the gunshots the further the Walker boys push into No Man's Land, and you find your hand hovering about the pistol in your holster just to make sure nothing and no one will pounce on you.

While proceeding to the meet up spot, you busy yourself with the thought of Merrick's words, while keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of moment. Nothing is going to get past you, and if it does, you're thankful you have the watchful eye of Keegan located at your side.

It's difficult to even think of him never being as capable as he is today, and when you glance at him, you find your mind falling back to the night once again.

There's something in your chest that flutters at the thought of his care towards you from the night you met all away to right in this moment; Keegan always has your back.

And you always have his... only because of his training, of course.

He catches your look almost immediately and you catch his face shifting beneath his mask.

'What?' he asks, 'something on my face?' he asks, clearly amused.

You say nothing for a moment, looking in Merrick's direction to see the man is a fair distance away from the pair of you.

'You remember how we met, right?' you ask, to which he nods his head, keeping his eyes surveying the area. 'When we met, you said you were a shit shot and—'

You stop when you catch Merrick looking at Keegan with a raised eyebrow. Typically, the man kept his nose out of the conversations the pair of you have; there's nothing in there for him to really understand, only bothering to join the debate when it is of importance.

In fact, he remarked that, before meeting you, Keegan was quiet- and he still is, in your humble opinion, yet, apparently his short and witty replies to your comments render all the Ghosts shocked.

The pair of them share a look, and you catch it. It's subtle, you'll give them that, but it's notable enough for you to let out a short laugh.

'What?' you slowly say.

Keegan takes a breath, turning his attention to you. He's grinning beneath the mask.

'You wanna know the truth?' he asks.

Your eyes narrow.

'What truth?'

'I lied to you when we first met,' he says.

It's as though a bullet is fired into your stomach as you look at the man in front of you. He's unmoved by his confession, carrying on as though he has said nothing to you.

'You lied to me? About what?' you ask.

Maybe it was about the fact that he really wanted to take you under his wing, maybe he was full of shit about that- what if it was a funny dare or something? You'd take the pistol out of the holster and blow your brains out if such is the case.

His calmness is insulting as he looks at you.

'Saying I was a shit shot, I'm a liar,' he says, and despite the match, you can see him smiling under it, 'was one of the best in my squad, that's how I got the attention of Elias in the first place.'

'W- Why would you lie about that?' you ask.

Your entire life seems to be a lie in a moment of overdramatic reflection.

'Because you looked like you needed someone to relate to,' he shrugs, as though it's something that means little. 'I didn't want to make you feel like you had no one there,' he says, 'the people in the squad you were in when I met were unforgiving to you, kid; they expected perfection from the minute you joined and you were capable of that because you need help and—'

'I needed you,' you state, not caring for any excuse he'd muster up.

Beneath his mask, you note the smile on his face as he nods his head.

'You said it yourself,' he chuckles.

'Didn't think you'd risk your own price to do somethin' nice,' Merrick butts in, 'suppose you did the right thing though, got one of the strongest fighters on our squad through a lie.'

Your cheeks redden at the compliment and you rub your face with your gloved hand.

'Was all worth it in the end,' Keegan shrugs.

As you push forward, per the command of Merrick, your heartbeat is ringing in your ears- it's pathetic really; you feel like a fucking high schooler as your thoughts are swarmed with the very thought that, even upon meeting you, he cared enough about you to lie to you.

You know him well enough to know that despite his quiet nature in the face of opposition and those who he doesn't know, he's a prideful man and he takes pride in his work and abilities. His confidence, while at times annoying, is something you wouldn't change in the world. His confidence keeps you alive and his confidence is the very reason you're standing beside him and fighting beside him.

After a while of silence, you look at him and nudge him with your elbow.

'Thanks for lying to me,' you say.

'You're welcome,' he answers, looking at you, 'all you needed to have was a little bit a of help- somethin' they weren't ever going to give you.'

'Why did you even approach me in the first place?'

He turns away from you for a moment, sucking in a breath. That glowing confidence seems to disappear for a moment, but after a brief second of collecting himself, he turns back to you.

'I thought you were pretty.'

You're winded, and not by the walk.

'I was a crying, snotty mess,' you blurt out, to which he rolls his eyes.

'I'd seen you around the base, and you only started crying when I starting talking to you properly. But, even if you're a crying snotty mess or not, it doesn't matter to me, kid,' he says, 'you looked pretty.'

You bite your lip, turning away from him. Unfortunately, you lack what he has in abundance. He doesn't say anything further as the you proceed to the meeting spot, instead, he slips his hand into yours, tightly squeezing it.

It's short and brief as he soon lets go at the sound of a barking dogs, although, before the pair of you jump back into action, you both offer. each other a knowing look as you prepare to paint the world red; you know his eyes are on you.

We'll talk about this later.

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[cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop]

Ok, hear me out:

Kratos, after the events of the Valhalla DLC, is sleeping peacefully in his home, until someone knocks on his door.

"I didn't know who else to go to." says Thor.

Thor, who had ascended to a higher existence after being killed by his father, rejected that existence and decided to live another live. He wanted to be better for his family, but he didn't want to return to them the way he was. He wanted to change first. So he went to the one person who knew how.

Kratos tells Thor about his past and he realizes that if Kratos can change then so can he.

"You kid is lucky." Thor says. "I hope mine can be as lucky as yours one day."

Kratos decides to take him to Valhalla as a start. An opportunity provided to Thor by Odin's betrayal.

Kratos goes to Lunda in the realm between realms and gets a mace and shield for Thor like the ones Modi had. On his way out of the house, Ratatoskr asks Kratos for a favor and says he'll reward him with materials. Kratos asks for another reward instead. For bitter squirrel to be Thor's partner in Valhalla. Kratos believed the similarities between them would make Thor feel at ease.

Kratos, Mimir and Thor, with much conversation between the three on the boat, go to the same shore and after much trouble, convince Freya to help them and not tell anyone. Especially Sif and Thrud.

"Well, at least with Odin gone, there's no one for him to serve. We could make good use of-" Freya says

"No." Kratos cuts her off. "He is Odin's monster no longer, and he will not be ours. To help us or not is your choice."

Freya sighs "I'm only doing it for you, you know."

"Thank you, Freya."

"Of course."

Thor, with bitter as a partner, tackles Valhalla.

Many obstacles stand in his way: The fact that he simply isn't a disciplined warrior, but a fat dude swinging a hammer, and the new weapons are something he isn't used to. The years of trauma inflicted on him by Odin. The death of his mother which he blames himself for. His refusal to embrace the Johtunar part of himself. His refusal to think and feel.

He tries and fails for many months. He lives with Kratos and Mimir and they get to know eachother better. He has Kratos train him, and eventually, with the help of Kratos, Mimir, Tyr, Freya and surprisingly bitter who turned out to be a better companion for Thor than Kratos could ever for, Thor manages to come to terms with his past, and finally battles Tyr and wins.

However, as soon as he peeks at what's behind the door, he quits. He decides that he doesn't wanna try anymore. Everyone else is wondering why, but Kratos knows why. He knows what's behind that door, or rather who.

Modi.

Killing his son. Thor could could never come to terms with that. It took Kratos over a hundred years to heal from that.

He goes to the spot where Modi died to remember his son. He looks above, and he is caught by the last thing he wished to be caught by.

Jormungandur.

He battles it, but due to not having his hammer, and the poison being his weakness, he loses and is knocked unconscious.

He wakes up a bed, wrapped in bandages. It wasn't Kratos's home, or any he'd ever known. The little boy sitting on the edge of the bed greets him. He has red hair darker than his and doesn't look older than three winters. His mother, a dwarf woman, tends to Thor and tells him that her husband saved him and to rest while her husband hunts for food. He tries to decline and just leave, but he can barely walk two steps.

Thor complies, and stays in bed.

He finds out that he is in a magical forest. Those unwanted and shunned by their own people come here to escape. Some dwarves, some giants, some Aseir, Vanir and many others, and that the forest is hidden by her husband's magic, and that he insisted on bringing him here.

Bedridden Thor occasionally talks to the boy and bonds with him. He finds out that the boy has giant blood in him, and works out that his father is a giant or at least has giant blood. No wonder his father never wanted to meet him.

The GiantSlayer he was would strike fear in any giant. He was nowhere near being better. His progress didn't matter to these people. but then why did he save him? That didn't matter as well. As soon as he gets better, he's leaving. It's better this way.

One day, he woke up at sunrise and found that no one was home. He found that he could walk and decided to just leave. He made his way through the forest, but it was a labyrinth. He found himself lost. It must be the father's magic. The excited laughter of the boy playing with his father and mother echoed through the forest. He wanted to thank them and say goodbye to the boy. He followed their voices. The boy was playing hide and seek with his father. It sounded like the boy was the seeker and his father was winning.

The father's voice was familiar. His heart grew heavy as he got closer to the source of the voice.

"It can't be." He whispered to himself.

He reached them, and the sight of the father struck him like a thousand lightning bolts.

Modi.

-Think I should continue this fic?

[shoggothkisses]

"BEDTIME STORY" - Preliminary Archon Quest (Ch. 4- Act IV) Thoughts

My diligence has finally paid off! For the first time in a while, I got to play through a Genshin quest as soon as it dropped! So, while energy is still high and the novelty of the event is still - well, novel - I offer you a collection of observations and examinations from the most recent Archon Quest.

HERE THERE BE SPOILERS - do not click unless you've played Bedtime Story or don't mind being spoiled on its events!

FIRST, and arguably (for me) most importantly - THE SINNER HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED, and before yesterday there was NO way you could have convinced me that it was Dainsleif's brother. (Has he even mentioned having a brother before this?) (The "Dain is the twins' sibling" theorists are probably deeply unhappy. Sorry for your loss.)

(A bit sad that it's not Deshret, personally, but that's not relevant atm.)

His name, Vedrfolnir (or Vethrfolnir, or Veðrfölnir or any number of phonetically similar spellings for those of us who can't do Scandanavian languages to save our lives), comes from the name of a hawk that, in Norse mythology, is partnered with a (nameless?) eagle that sits on top of Yggdrasil (Irminsul). Vedrfolnir is believed to represent the eagle's wisdom, able to see everything in the Nine Realms (likely why Genshin!Vedrfolnir's title is The Visionary) and passing information back and forth to it - much in the way that Odin's ravens are believed to pass information back and forth to him.

It is also believed to play a role in the battle between the eagle and Nidhogg (the serpent at Yggdrasil's roots) at Ragnarok - possibly similar to that of Ratatoskr, whose gossip back and forth between Nidhogg and the eagle (and Vedrfolnir by extension) is what causes their mutual aggression.

The name Vedrfolnir means something akin to "pale wind."

As far as the other "Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah" are concerned:

Hroptatyr is another name for Odin (huge? can you say HUGE?). The "wise" part is self explanatory. The name means "sage" in Old Norse.

Rhinedottir is, as we know, a Norse spelling of the German "Rheintöchter." She's named after the Rhinemaidens, three water spirits who dwell at the bottom of the Rhine river and are said to protect the Gold(tm) that can grant anyone immeasurable power. This origin is, however-

While the original Nibelungenleid (the 12th century German poem-epic) makes mention of mermaids, and Norse mythology makes mention of the proverbial gold (see below) the massively significant role mentioned above was almost COMPLETELY made up by Richard Wagner while writing the Ring Cycle. The Rhinemaidens are mentioned nowhere in Norse mythology, whereas all the other Sinners' names are pulled directly from old Norse sources. (Considering Rhinedottir's level of importance to the overarching plot, especially in Mondstadt, I have a hard time believing this difference from the other Sinners isn't equally important.)

I have discussed Surtalogi previously, so lemme just... (clears throat). Caaaaaalled it.

So yeah. He's the "Fire of Surtr," the jotunn who burns it all down. Dain and Surtalogi, sword buddies. Nice neat explanation. (Who's gonna be Surtr? Will we have a Surtr? We'll put a pin in that.)

And...if he's "the Foul," then I guess anyone who adopts his power has...the...Foul Legacy...yeah. No need to delve into that much. At least not for now.

Rerir is a little more to unpack. Or a lot more. Who am I kidding. In the Norse Volsungasaga, Rerir is part of a long and complicated line of royal births and deaths that result in rise and fall of the titular Volsung clan (similar to, but not the exact same as, the Nibelungenleid). A brief overview:

Odin gives birth to Sigi.

Sigi gives birth to Reri. Sigi is killed by his brothers-in-law.

Rerir avenges his father's death (for all you Sherlock Holmes fans - Racher is "avenger," or one who gets revenge [Rache].)

The goddess Frigg has a crow bring Rerir and his wife an apple because they're having a hard time getting pregnant. It works.

Rerir dies while his wife is pregnant - for six years.

Volsungr (Rerir's son) is born by C-section (something that seeems to happen with a lot of heroes in different mythologies, just saying). His mom dies in the process.

Volsung fathers (in addition to like ten other kids) the twins Sigmundr and Signy (in German, Sigmund and Sieglinde).

Sigmundr fathers Sigurd (Siegfried in German).

Sigurd is the dragon-slaying, Nibelung's-hoard-and-ring-of-power-having king that ends up being killed during a combination political dispute/relationship drama.

The chunks of the Volsungsaga from Volsung on are retold in Wagner's Ring Cycle, albeit with his own embellishments (see Rhinedottir).

The aspect of Rerir's title here that's confusing me the most is "Solnari." Based on Rerir's mythological origin, Solnari should be his father - but then, why not just call him "Racher of Sigi"? Meanwhile, Sol is almost certainly a reference to a Sun deity (in Norse and Germanic, the sun goddess), but the "-nari" suffix is more confusing. From what I can tell,

1) "Nari" is Sanskrit for "woman" or "maiden" - so if Solnari were The Lady Sun it would make sense, but it seems weird to randomly throw Sanskrit into a Norse civilization; and

2) Nari, or Narfi, is a different deity in Norse mythology that is supposed to be either Loki's son (killed by his wolf-shifting brother Vali), the personification of night (Nott), or both.

I can't really make sense of it in the moment, but hopefully we'll get more info as we go - preferably before another year goes by, Dainsleif, please!???

The Vinster King is, likewise, difficult to parse. There is, on one hand, the Swedish word “vinst” meaning to win, or make a return/profit - which would make the “vinster king” the king who…won? This isn’t totally impossible as we know there have been plenty of wars of succession between both gods and humans in Teyvat. On the other hand, this may be a butchered spelling of the German “finster,” meaning “dark,” “sinister,” or “gloomy.” I wasn’t super sold on my own interpretation of this until I remembered this sweet loot drop we get in the Chasm:

So that may be the case, and, as such, the “Vinster King” may be another name for Irmin.

(Side tangent: I now think it would be super funny if we found out later that Irmin and Pierrot really ARE the same person…Gloomy King…becomes a Clown…? Love that…anyway.)

I have already heard that someone has translated the message in Caribert’s memory-travel/loading-screen thingy, but I DON’T TRUST PEOPLE! So i’m gonna do it here for myself.

From the top, line by line:

FAREWELL ATOSSA

I APOLOGIZE

FOR MAKING YOU KNOW ME

UNWILLINGLY

STILL I DONT WISH

YOU TO FORGET ME

This is written in Sumeran script, not Khaenri’ahn. A nice easter egg, and very touching to be sure. ;v;

One last thing: on the Sea of Flowers.

There are a few things that this Sea of Flowers reminds me of - Nabu Malikata and her connection to water and flowers comes to mind, for one - but the thing that I was IMMEDIATELY reminded of was the Dandelion Sea.

For those who don’t particularly enjoy coming through Genshin’s archive: The Fox in the Dandelion Sea is a whopping 11-volume story series found hidden throughout Mondstadt. In the story, a hunter makes a deal with a fox (or spirit. or fox-spirit) who believes that he intentionally saved her life (he was just a bad shot, and broke the ice that was keeping her trapped on a lake): teach her fox-child to speak the language of humans, and she will teach the hunter how to transform into other creatures.

In order to meet and teach her cub, the fox takes the hunter to a “sea of dandelions, stretching as far as my eyes could see.” All foxes who “disappear during the hunt” come here, and time appears to be meaningless. While the hunter appears to move toward learning a lesson, by the end of the series, he still informs the fox that his reason for learning transformation magic is to be a better hunter. At this, the fox turns him into a dandelion puff and blows him away to a “faraway land.” He then wakes, as is from a dream, with none of what he could have had (the magic, the beautiful fox-woman, or the peaceful sea of dandelions).

While I’m unsure if the Sea of Dandelions actually has anything to do with the Sea of Flowers, it would be interesting if we found out that the Sea of Flowers is some alternate version of reality - a domain, an isolated region, or even a beautiful (but ultimately unattainable) dream.

THAT IS. basically all i have so far. This is coming off (as i said) basically 4-5 hours of sleep followed by all day on-and-off research to try and process everything we got since yesterday. and yes i know I didn't mention the Loom of Fate even ONCE but honestly between the pretty explicit "it weaves ley lines" description and the Abyss twin's equally explicit "I don't know what I'm gonna do with it yet," I don't really feel like any deeper picking has to be done for now.

okay byeee

[godsofhumanity]

You should make some general Thor headcanons since Marvel helped him become a popular god

okie i have some ideas.

i'll be real. marvel is what got me into norse mythology, and i find it super difficult to separate chris hemsworth's Thor from mythology Thor. so my hc's are pretty similar to that portrayal.

personality wise, i think Thor is generally a friendly guy. i mean, i dont think he makes friends as quickly as say, Freyr and Bragi, but deep down, he has a heart of gold and anyone who knows him, knows that this is true.

Thor doesn't really have any filter. he says exactly what he is thinking. he's call things as they are.

i think this makes his relationship with Loki very interesting. marvel has Loki and Thor as brothers, but in myth, that dynamic works better between Loki and Odin instead. so, my hc is that after Odin, i think Thor might interact with Loki the most largely because Loki is a *bit* scared of Thor.

Thor is superrrr strong. maybe the strongest in Asgard after Odin. his lightning is feared by everyone, as it should be. AND he has a temper to match.

with Thor, it's a short temper, but quicker placation. you can easily defuse his anger by apologising, or telling a joke, or acknowledging the situation. i don't think he holds on to troubles. so that's why with Loki, who perpetually sets everyone off, Thor tolerates Loki a lot because he just doesn't get angry for a long time. and once Loki has served his punishment for the crime of the day, Thor is satisfied... UNTIL of course Baldr's death which is simply too tragic to deserve any redemption.

now. as it has been said before, Thor isn't that smart. i think he's a bit all brawn and no brains. and that's ok. Asgard wouldn't want it any other way.

Sif is the love of Thor's life. i think he's always showering her with compliments and gifts.

i find it SUPER interesting that Sif has a son (Ullr) who is not fathered by Thor, while Thor has children Magni and Modi who are not mothered by Sif.

in all likelihood, Magni and Modi are products of extramarital affairs but i'm sick of having to write about gods and goddesses who cheat, so i hc that Magni and Modi, like Ullr, are products of previous marriages.

being warriors, and gods who are susceptible to death, it's completely possible that Thor and Sif's previous spouses/partners fell in battle... or perhaps even simply that they amicably left those partners because the relationship didn't work. idk,, i haven't thought about those details too hard just yet.

Sif has a GREAT relationship with her stepsons, and Thor has a GREAT relationship with his stepson.

i like the idea of Ullr being the eldest son. and i think he has gotten along with Thor from the start. Thor seems like a guy who wants a huge family, so having four kids i think is pretty good and natural for him.

Thor is a dad-joke kinda guy. and he also laughs at absolutely anything.

as i have mentioned before in my hc's with Frigg,, i believe Thor gets along with his stepmum very well. i think he has a lot of respect for hierarchy and power, and being a stepdad himself, i cannot imagine that he has a bone to pick with Frigg. it helps that Thor's own mother Jörð is treated well by Frigg and looked after by Odin too.

with Odin, i don't think Thor is that close. i hc Odin to spend a bit more time with the children of his who will take up important roles in his kingdom; for example, Baldr who is his heir, or Tyr and Freyja who would take charge of defense and war strategies, etc.

because Thor isn't all that bright, i don't think he that much responsibility in terms of organisation or management... he is simply a powerhouse who lends his aid when it's requested.

that's not to say that Thor and Odin don't like each other. they just have a different relationship. they are similar in terms of their personality, and i think Odin definitely would have given Thor instruction in the art of war, etc.

anyhow. amongst the rest of the gods, Thor gets along very well with Bragi. Thor loves music a lot, even if he sings offkey when drunk (which is most of the time).

he also enjoys spending time with Heimdallr. i think Heimdallr would tell Thor stories when he was a child that Thor later still recalls to tell his own children (Heimdallr is the eldest child).

strangely enough, i think Thor is one of the few gods who manages to break the ice (haha) with Skadi when she first comes to Asgard. because she's a hothead and Thor's a hothead and they're both super strong, i think they can go toe-to-toe with each other.

so yeah. there u go :)

[hinatastinygiant]

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Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

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TWO YEARS LATER

Y/N'S P.O.V.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Thor tells you as he grips both of your arms. "I know how much work we've all put into this."

"Can't you wait until after?" you question him, your eyes filling with tears. "I don't want you getting hurt again. Besides, my parents will kill you for leaving."

"It's just a routine trip," he promises. "Besides, my father has already given me the okay."

"But wait until he tells mine. Your father is more forgiving, my prince," you remind him. "Too much planning has gone into tomorrow night."

Thor sighs as he pulls you into a tight embrace. "I know, but this is my duty," he reminds you. "But don't worry, darling. I will be back by the end of the week. I promise."

You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder and savoring the smell of his cologne. He's been gone a lot more these past few months. Especially lately, with the war growing.

"Please," you whisper softly. "Be safe."

"I will," he assures you, pulling back enough to kiss you. "Earth isn't too far."

"Only three million lightyears away," you smile sadly.

"No," he shakes his head before kissing your forehead. "It's only two point six."

You can't help the laugh that's pulled from your throat. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too," he nods. "But I'll be back before you know it."

"Okay," you sigh. "You should get going."

After Thor left, it was up to you to break the news to your parents. Thankfully, King Odin was able to assure your parents that it was all fine.

"Perhaps this change will be good," Queen Frigga smiles as she hugs you softly, expressing her sympathy for a young woman missing her betrothed. "Perhaps Loki will be able to attend the new date."

"Ha, I doubt it," King Odin shakes his head. "He never has time for his family anymore. Too busy trying to prove himself as nothing more than what he is. A selfish bastard."

"Odin," Frigga scolds. "We have guests. Be careful with your words."

You feel your face heat up in anger at the king's words, but you can understand why he's said them. The past two years have changed Loki into a completely different person than the one you grew up with.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Frigga sighs, offering you an apologetic glance. "Come, let's get you a room for the night so you don't have to make the long journey home."

"Thank you," you nod.

"I'm sure Thor would appreciate you staying," she adds. "You know you're welcome to stay here any time, my dear."

As you're guided towards your room, you can't help but think about Loki. You wonder where he is that he's not spending time with his family. You remember when you were kids and the four of you used to have tea parties, play hide and seek, and read together in the library. Those days have never seemed further from you than they do right now.

"Here we are," Frigga smiles, holding out her hand. "Dinner will be ready soon. Take all the time you need, sweetheart."

"Thank you, my queen," you reply, taking her hand and giving it a small squeeze. "I shall be down in a moment."

She gives you a sympathetic nod before leaving you alone in the large room. You can't help but sigh in relief. It's been a long day, especially after hearing the news about Thor leaving. You flop down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. Just how many times is Thor going to pull this stunt?

***

"It's been a month, my king!" you hear Frigga shout from the other side of the door. You take a deep breath as you contemplate going in there, but you're not sure what else to do. You nod at the guard before allowing him to knock on the door and let you in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," you announce, not bothering to wait for a reply. "But the preparations are nearly complete."

"Ah, yes," King Odin nods. "About that, Y/N, I've changed my mind."

"About what, my king?" you gulp, hoping to god he won't take this moment away from you.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to go to Earth," he explains. "You've never been before and sending you alone is quite the risk. Especially now that Thor is missing."

"Missing, my king?"

"I've heard no word from him," the king shakes his head, causing your eyes to widen. "He hasn't made contact since he left. Something is not right, and until we can find him, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel the engagement. I'm sorry, my dear."

"But I-" you begin before he lifts his hand to shut you down.

"Not another word, Y/N. You are not to leave this palace," he orders. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to speak with my wife. Guards, please escort Y/N to her room and have someone posted at the door."

"Y-yes, my king," the guard nods as he motions for you to follow him.

Once the two of you are back in the hallway, you narrow your eyes. Spending all that time with Loki and Thor didn't amount to nothing, after all. Whenever you got the chance, you made sure to learn a trick or two from either of them, and they were always more than willing to teach you.

"You may post yourself outside the room, but I will need a little while to myself. It's been a hard day for me, and I'd appreciate it if you would give me some privacy," you lie as you reach your room.

"My princess?" the guard hums. But as he reaches you, a swift right hook knocks him out, and you can't help but feel proud of yourself. "Go to hell, asshole."

After changing into something a little less formal, you gather a few items and rush to the airship that the princes had shown you after one of their trips to Earth. You can't help the smile on your face as you climb into the driver's seat and fire it up.

"I'll find you, Thor. And you better be alright," you whisper, proud of yourself as you hit the lever and watch the ship shoot up into the air.

***

As your ship floats around just outside of Earth's atmosphere, you look down at the strangely round planet wondering where exactly it is that Thor could be. It all looks the same, yet somehow different from what Thor has described it to be.

Suddenly, a beam shoots past your window, and the ship rocks. "Shit," you whisper as loud blares of a warning sound off in the small ship. You look back, seeing three other ships quickly approaching. "Shit, shit, shit."

Without another thought, you push the lever forward and steer the ship through the atmosphere, hoping like hell you can find somewhere safe. However, after a few more shots to the engines on the ship, your engine fails, and you crash into the surface, your body jolting forward and hitting the control panel.

"Oh, gods," you groan, lifting your head. The blood begins to drip down your nose, staining the white shirt beneath your coat. You reach for the controls, but everything has been shut off. You're not getting off this planet anytime soon.

"Shit," you mumble, looking out the window to see several men approaching. They're wearing dark suits and helmets, guns raised and ready. Quickly, you scramble out of the ship and run as fast as you can on something you can only assume is what Thor described to you as sand. You run and run, hoping you'll be able to escape them, but they're faster than you, and soon you come face to chest with another person.

You gasp and take a step back. Humans are much quicker than you thought. And you didn't think they could be this tall.

"Y/N?" a familiar voice calls. You take a step back and to your amazement, Loki stands before you.

"Oh my gods," you whisper. "What the hell are you doing here? Did those people follow you, too? Do you have any idea where Thor is?"

"What?" he hums, not following you as you begin to ramble on and on. "Slow down, Y/N. I can't understand you. Why are you here? And why are you bleeding?"

"What do you mean why am I here? Thor hasn't been home in a month. We were supposed to..." You trail off when Loki's hand reaches up to your cheek and thumbs over the cut on your nose. "Loki..."

"Y/N," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What the hell is going on, Loki?"

"I-" he begins, suddenly realizing how close he's allowed himself to get to you.

But before any more can be said, the group of strange soldiers approaches the two of you. Quickly, they explain that both of you are under arrest before grabbing you by the wrists and forcing you to your knees.

"Loki, what's happening?"

"Let her go," he commands. It doesn't seem like he knows who these people are either. "This is your last warning!"

A woman, seemingly the leader of this group which is rather odd to you, laughs. "No, this is your last warning. Besides, you wouldn't want us to take this pretty girl and leave you behind, would you?"

"You wouldn't," Loki huffs, standing his ground.

"Loki, what is she talking about?" you ask, looking up at him.

"I don't know," he growls, readying himself to fight. However, when he tries, the woman ends up slapping a collar around his neck. A moment later, she places one on you, too.

After being put through a series of multiple stupid situations, the pair of you are dragged into a courtroom. You are then forced into a chair in the back while Loki is pushed ahead toward the stand.

"How do you plead, variant?" the judge asks him as she looks down.

Of course, Loki gives her a witty response and the entire room audibly sighs. You can't help but shake your head as his powers fail to work in wherever we are.

"Alright," the judge sighs. "Prune him."

"What?!" you gasp, standing to your feet only to be shoved back down. Loki, while being pushed toward a glowing door, looks back at you with a worried expression.

"Don't worry, darling. It'll be okay," he assures you, a soft smile crossing his face.

"Wait," a man in the room suddenly speaks up. You watch as he approaches the judge and whispers something into her ear. She nods and waves her hand, causing the guards to release Loki.

"I have a much better idea."

"What are you talking about?" Loki questions, narrowing his eyes at the judge.

"The two of you," the man hums, ushering the guard near you to shove you toward Loki. "Are coming with me."

"Wait a minute," Loki argues, his eyes wide. "What do you want from her? She's done nothing wrong! This is all a mistake. Let her go," he continues, struggling against the two guards that hold his arms.

"You don't even know what's going on here," the man chuckles. "Come along, both of you. We're going to my office."

A few moments later, the three of you arrive in a large room that's like no study you've seen on Asgard or Astoria before. The man, who now introduces himself as Mobius, shoos the guards away and shuts the door behind the three of you.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Loki whispers softly as he stands before you.

"I'm fine," you assure him. "Just confused and scared."

"You won't be scared for long," Mobius assures you. "In fact, you'll probably feel quite at home here."

The second Mobius' hand lands on your back, Loki rushes the man, but before he can reach him, he's suddenly transported into the chair in the center of the room.

"Loki!" you gasp, your hands flying up to your mouth. You try to turn around to make sure he's okay, but before you can catch a glimpse, you're pushed through a red glowing door.

As you stumble backward, you find yourself back on Astoria. Confused, you look around and find yourself in the center of a lavish party.

"Y/N?" you hear a voice call out to you.

You turn around as quickly as possible. Before you is Thor down on his knee. "Thor, what are you-"

"There's something I wanted to give you," Thor hums as he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small, velvet box. Opening it, he reveals a beautiful diamond ring. Your jaw drops, unable to believe what you're seeing for a second time.

"But you already-"

"Princess Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Thor," you mutter as he takes your hand and kisses the ring as he slips it onto your finger.

"What is it, my love?"

"I can't do this again," you frown. "I'm not doing this again."

"What are you talking about?"

You quickly pull out of his reach and run out of the room. But the second you think you're out, you find yourself right back where you started. What kind of hell is this?

"Y/N," Thor's voice calls out to you. Again, he gets down on his knee. "Princess Y/N, will you marry me?"

You look around the room where you spot Loki standing beside his parents, watching as his brother slides the ring on your finger. Tears swell up in your eyes as you take in how heartbroken he looks.

"Thor," you sigh, shaking your head.

"What's wrong, my love?"

"I'm sorry. I can't," you whisper, backing away. "I can't."

You escape, only to be brought right back.

LOKI'S P.O.V.

"Where have you put her?" my voice booms as Mobius turns to face me, wiping his hands.

"She's safe," Mobius replies, his eyes darting toward the glowing red door just before it disappears. "Just a little... confused."

"Bring her back," I demand.

"Yeah? Or what?" Mobius chuckles as he sits in the other chair in the room.

"Or I'll kill you," I growl.

"No, you won't. You don't have it in you," he hums.

"What are you talking about?"

Mobius tries to fill my head with lies about this place that I've been brought to. He tries to explain that there are all-powerful beings called Time Keepers who are in charge of my fate. However, I have no intention of being stuck here for the rest of my life. I need to find Y/N.

"And why did you bring her into this?" I snap. "What does she have to do with any of this?"

"She's a variant, too," he shrugs. "Figured that much was obvious."

At his words, I quickly rise to my feet and tighten my right hand into a fist. But before I can move, I'm right back in the same stupid chair.

Over and over, I try to escape. All I can think about is Y/N and how afraid she must be. If Mobius thinks he can scare me into submission, he has another thing coming. I'm not going to stop until I find her and make sure she's okay.

"Let me go," I demand, glaring daggers at the man.

Time seems to never end as I try countless times to get my hands on the TVA worker. But every time, I'm put right back into the same damned chair.

"Look," he sighs, leaning back in his own seat. "If I let you see her for a moment, to prove to you that she's alright, will you behave?"

"What do you want in return?"

"Nothing, yet," he smirks. "Only the promise that you'll listen to me."

"Fine," I huff. "But if she's hurt I'll tear you limb from limb."

Mobius chuckles at my comment and a moment later, the red glowing door reappears and Y/N stumbles forward. She looks dazed and confused as she catches herself on the corner of the table.

"Y/N," I call out, hesitant to get up from my chair. But when she realizes I'm here, she throws her arms around me. I swear my heart skips a beat as she pulls me into the tightest hug she's ever given me. I can tell just how scared she is. What has Mobius put her through to get her this worked up? "Are you alright?"

"I don't know," she whispers in my ear, causing a wave of chills to run down my spine. "What's happening, Loki?"

"It's okay, love," I promise, rubbing my hands up and down her back. "I'll get us out of here. Don't you worry. You're not hurt are you?"

"No," she answers, not releasing me. "They're going to make me marry him again. Over and over."

"They who? Who's making you marry him?"

"I'm so scared," she sniffles, her body beginning to shake in my arms. "I don't want to go back."

As I turn my gaze back to the man on the other side of the table, he simply clears his throat and fixes his tie. "Well, this has been an uncomfortable situation for all of us. Now, are we ready to get to work?"

"You're not going to get away with this," I growl, holding Y/N tighter. "When I get out of this damned chair, I'll make sure to wipe that smug smile from your face."

"I never told you that you couldn't get up," he simply shrugs. "And besides, it's not like you'll be able to go anywhere. Not while she's around. Now, I'm going to send her back, and if you would be so kind, you could start cooperating."

"At least let me walk her back to the door," I insist, and thankfully, the man agrees.

"Come on, Y/N, it's going to be okay," I whisper to her, gently coaxing her to her feet. "You'll be alright. I promise."

Just as I said, I walk Y/N to the door with Mobius following close behind us. But when I catch a glimpse of that time controller he's been using to keep me in the chair, I immediately yank her over and reach for it.

Moments later, we find ourselves in a different room. Y/N gasps at the sudden change of scenery before grabbing onto my arm and pulling me close.

"Where are we?" she asks.

"No idea," I admit, taking in the room around us.

"Oh my gods," she whispers as she lets me go and moves toward the balcony. The world we find ourselves on is unlike anything we've ever seen. "Is that magic?" she asks me.

"Mobius told me it's all real," I say as I look down at my hands. Well, my magic certainly isn't working here, at least.

"And you believe him?" she asks, nearly reading my mind.

"Well, I," I mutter. After everything he's said all day, I can't help but feel confused. "I'm not quite sure. Come on, we need to go."

With my hand on her back, I guide her down the hallway. However, our attempt at an escape is quickly put to a halt.

"What are the two of you doing out of the interrogation room?" a woman questions as she rounds the corner. It's the same guard that brought me here. Why can't I escape any of these bastards?

"Loki," Y/N mutters, taking my arm as hers once again. "Now what?"

"Now," the woman whose nametag reads B-15 says she lights the weapon in her hand. "You both are coming with me."

"Shit," I hiss, pushing Y/N behind me.

Without another thought, Y/N grabs my hand and pulls me after her. I stumble backwards as I allow her to lead me away. I can't help but take note of the way her hair blows in the wind as she runs. The way her skin glistens in the light. The way her chest rises and falls with each breath. If only she were mine...

"Loki," she snaps, catching me off guard.

"What?"

"We're trapped," she states, pulling me back to reality.

"Ah, Y/N," I nod, looking up. The two of us are alone now, trapped in a small room if that's what you could even call it. "A closet?"

She's so unbelievably close to me. I can feel the warmth radiating off her skin. I can smell the sweet scent of her perfume. It's been ages since I've been this close to her, and yet, I still feel so far away.

"What now?" she breathes heavily, looking at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers.

"Well," I clear my throat, trying my best not to allow my gaze to wander. "Now we wait. Perhaps they'll just give up and we can walk out with the Tesseract."

"The Tesseract?" she repeats. "What is that? You better tell me what's going on or I swear-"

I cut Y/N off as I place my hand over her mouth. She narrows her eyes at me but once she hears the sound of footsteps closing in, she calms down. "Stay quiet," I whisper, leaning closer to her.

Her eyes dart down to my lips and for a moment, I swear I could die. "Y/N..."

"Loki, what are you doing?" Mobius' voice booms as he opens the door.

Quickly, the two of us jump away from one another. "Trying to get away from you, isn't it obvious," I sigh as he takes the remote out of my hand.

"Let's go," his voice booms as he grabs me by the arm. I struggle in his grasp as Y/N is pulled the opposite way with a different guard.

"Not without her!" I shout, watching as Y/N is dragged away.

"It's going to be fine," Mobius assures me as we enter his office again.

"Fine?! How the hell is any of this fine?" I snap.

"Look," he says as he turns and points at a small television screen. "I'll just explain it to you again."

The Author

[theunkown-yachirusan]

The Crimson Moon

Chapter 1

Y/n P.o.v

It has been 13 years working for the Supreme God of Norse Pantheon and his family and ever since then I became friends with Lord Thor and Lord Loki. I do not need to pretend I'm happy around them when I was, but I still need to keep up the act to know about what happenings around and to never let ANY suspicions rise, as this is for the sake of the association and the safety of everyone. The Celestial beings has blessed us with the power to protect everyone, our abilities became effective to demons and Immortal beings like Gods since then, for example I use Genjutsu to a God to make them forget about what happened.

I was currently waiting for the return of my Lords when I felt a chakra, no, a mind communication with all the squadron. I immediately go to my room, and I close my eyes and focus.

"Well this is such a shitty of them" it's Hidan's voice

"Shut it will you you are as stressful to deal as those demons"

It seems I shall need to speak right now "If it isn't interesting to know what makes you fuss over it Kakuzu-san"

"RAHHH FINALLY UKIKO IS HERE"

"That's definitely not the alpha-samas name inosuke" zenitsu said in a annoyance

"Will you shut up?" Another annoyed voice, it was Sanemi most definitely trying hard not to yell too.

"Ahh I'm so sorry,inosuke please stop, I'm so sorry Y/n-sama" Tanjiro said in panic

"AHAHAHAHA The kids sure are rowdy"

" Yeah so does you,hashirama"

"ACKK-?!!"

"Enough everyone,please state what it is, why you suddenly called a meeting Inoichi-san? As far as I know you were with Obito-san and the Investigator group that is assigned to roam around right now, is there something wrong?"

"Yes ma'am, Lady Brunhilde has informed me of something everyone would like to know and surely The Norse Gods are about to return there..."

There was a long silence before the next thing he said shook all of us.

"Upon the meeting of the Gods, they have decided to eradicate the humanity and Brunhilde will have to meet everyone once and for all"

Everyone's thoughts immediately became the voices in the communication. But then a word was heard.

"We should be calm upon this time and let Lady Brunhilde handle this." Lord Ubuyashiki finally spoke

"We all know the agreements correct?The squadron of Alpha and Beta are only the shadows of the Delta squad and therefore we shall support them and be on our guard." I finally spoke

"We shall discuss about this when I leave this place tonight" I added

And with that the meeting ended, but then Itachi speaks with me through Inoichis mind jutsu.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I am brother-"

"Are you okay leaving the people who became a another family to you? And leaving the person who've come to love you dearly? Are you okay not hearing his reason?"

"...I did not say I wouldn't listen to what he want to say"

"Hmph, and you did not deny the ' person who've come to love you' part" Madara suddenly spoke

"Do not fret about me and as much as we know we don't want their suspicions became true. I shall focus on my situation and you should too. Itachi I leave things to you"

"Yes sister" ....after that

I cannot get the thought of Thor agreeing about this, I shall ask Brunhilde about it when she got back. I finally felt their presence and chakra and my mask is on again. I saw them at the entrance and Lord Odin's crows is unnaturally silent but suddenly Lord Odin speaks to me.

"We would like to talk to you Lady Y/n, it is about the subject in our meeting"

My eyes widened "huh, of course Lord Odin"

I can feel Thor's eyes upon me and I chose to ignore it. When we are finally at the throne room with Lord Loki and Thor with us Lord Odin spoke slowly.

"Lady Y/n I must inform you about what happened and what is the topic and you have the free will to speak then. Zeus has once again ask of the Gods opinions and decision as to what to do with you humans and the final decision is to End the Humanity once and for all"

Lord Odin stopped and is looking for my reaction and right now, the face they can only see is the shock expression painted on my face.

"But before it happens, Brunhilde then interfer on the meeting and a Fight between Humanity and Gods was declared."

I did not wait for any of them speak after Lord Odin talk.

"What would you like me to do then my Lord?" I just questioned as I became calm.

This definitely shocked them to see me calm about a crucial subject since this is a Life or Death situation. Thor then spoke.

"I would like to be honest with you Lady Y/n."

When I look at him I can see how his eyes change. The look of sadness and pain and there was something else them that I cannot pick on. Lord Odin surely did not expect that Thor would suddenly speak as he would just stay silent and just listen, even Lord Loki was Shocked about this.

"If I would be honest with you Lady Y/n I did not agree or disagree upon this and surely you know me as I would never talk. I- we would like to know what would you do, what is your thoughts about this and are you..?" He trailed.

I would be lying if I said I'm not shocked when Thor is speaking when it was Infront of his father and Loki. I am entirely stunned but I know I have to follow my own plan and as much as I love him I have to leave him, I want to protect him without him knowing and that I betrayed him for doing this, for hiding who I really was. I started to become calm once again.

" Is that so, then, I would like to return to my family and reunite with them again. I do not know how I would react to all of this but it has been decided and I have no right to stop it as I am nothing but a mere mortal" it hurts but I have to...I want to protect them even if it's in the shadows and even if it's the last thing I do for him, for Thor. I then added

"It would make others think that I am trying to be on your good sides my Lords-"

"Please I insist that when it was just us drop the formalities Lady Y/n" and the most shocking thing for all three of us is Lord Odin saying to 'Drop the formalities'. We are all, Thor,Loki and I has jaws dropped. But Loki recovered faster than us.

"And since uncle said so y/n you should call us by our names then even if we are enemies from now on" He said happily.

"Even if it's the very last moment for each of us this is the only moment we have to be ourselves". He added

"Very well then, everyone might think I was trying to get onto your good side it is why I chose to be with my family once again." I said smiling

"Y/n... You are a great human, you have been a great friend to both of me and my family. I may not be the best at showing it but you have my gratitude Lady Y/n I thank you for serving the Pantheon" Lord Odin spoke

'I can't help but-' my tears freely fall 'I didn't experience nor hear other people speaks a heartfelt gratitude yet I heard it from The Allfather himself, even though I was a human'

"I too thank you Odin,Thor and Loki for having trust to me, even though I was only a mortal and can die at any moment" I laughed.

After several hours of talking they also invite me to have dinner with them before I take my leave but I cannot help but think about Thor. As he seems even more sad than Loki and Odin combine and is holding back something which makes me think that he might want to talk to me but it was rather late as I am currently on my way to Japanese Pantheon to meet everyone including the chosen humans.

Thor's P.o.v

I should have oppose to this, sure those mortals has become nothing but parasites that kills earth but not all of them was. But thinking about it. It has been 5 years ever since knowing her and her family and yet whenever I would confess to her everything does not go well and was being interrupted by anything and anyone.

I want to tell her so badly as she was so delicate, such beauty that is more than every Goddesses, like a sunflower to my dark stormy days. She is the only one who could lighten my day. When I first lay my eyes I know immediately that it was her as soon as we met on a one rainy afternoon.

When she was far away,I just looked at the way she takes. I felt someone behind me... "It was your chance my son."

"And yet I wasted it... Again" I answered my father.

"Do not fret, I know how much she love you too and even if you may not know it yourself I have always watching her carefully as she can be rather unpredictable"

" The fate of humanity is at the hands of Brunhildes chosen Champions I should get myself ready " I just spoke with sadness.

" My son ...do not let those feelings get the better off you" My father speaks.

I did not turn to him, I just walk back inside. With a picture of her smile flashes in my memory.

Loki P.o.v

It was painful to see Thor like this and it also hurts me too that a Human friend of mine, the only person I can have fun around with is going to die at the decision many Gods agreed. I can only just sigh and think.

If I would be honest, she is the most hideous person I know, since whenever I ask about her past she would avoid it with talking about another topic. Its really frustrating of her to be so hideous. It's been 5 years and yet I cannot get her to speak. I just sighed...

'What is in that little head of yours, Y/n?'

'How come I can never be able to read you?'

I just sighed in frustration... She's the only human who is mysterious to me.

3rd persons P.o.v

"It's about time"

*Brunhilde explaining everything*

"Revolutionary group, Kamaboko squad, Rengoku-san, Tengen-san and Shinobu-san along with Tobirama and Obito. You will be assigned to be on guard incase a demon or anyone who would rebel will attack. Investigators Ino-Shika-cho along with Minato-san, Neji,Shisui and Hyuga twins be also on guard you would be the one who will keep on track on those demons if ever they chose to appear"

"YES SIR"

"Y/n-sama would you like to meet them." Brunhilde speaks.

They were in a unfamiliar place, it would seems that they are in a conference hall. Unknown figures can be seen in the darkness of the room, light of the candles are the only things that gives light in the mysterious room of many other unfamiliar people.

"Why of course we shall welcome them to our association after all they are the ones who will ensure the survival of humanity". Y/n spoke, red eyes looking directly to Brunhilde.

"I humbly welcome all of you, my fellow men, I am sure Lady Brunhilde have explained everything. We shall discuss every possibility of surprise attacks of the demons and the happenings on your fight with the God's" Y/n stated.

"AHAHAHAHA....It was an honor to work under you y/n-san" Kojiro spoke joyfully.

"Ahh I quite agree with you Kojiro-san it really is right kondo-san?" Okita also speaks.

"Not to mention, many unfamiliar people too".

"I agree with you" Kondo replied

Y/n's serious and cold facade turns friendly.

"I'm so glad that Lady Brunhilde has chosen you guys, yet I was quite worried for your well-being". She suddenly looked worried.

"But enough, we shall focus what's ahead. Since... tomorrow is the day whether we live or not" She became serious and started the discussion.

But there is only one thought remains in her head.

"How long will they be able to hide the identity of The Guardians Association?"

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Summary: Loki isn't the only one who's toxic in this fucked up relationship.

Warning: 18+ , Rough language, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters.

You didn't know what he did to Rita, you didn't even want to know, you just wanted to rejoice in the knowledge of him fucking her up for you. It's not that he haven't protected you from such people before, there were several different reasons why you were so hooked to him ever since you were just a kid, he always protected you - from those kids who bullied you at the center, your own daddy, Odin, and then all those men who wanted to exploit you in the industry.

He always kept you safe but he also hurt you, you didn't know why, maybe he was as damaged as you were, maybe it made him feel good to keep you in his control, and maybe just maybe he loved you as much as you loved him. You wanted to know about his past and what happened to him before you two met, he was already sixteen when your parents joined the center. You remembered him always being so sad, you had memories of him being bruised. You wanted to ask what had happened to his brother Thor but he never revealed, never shared, he acted as if he was fine. 

You didn't know anything about him and you didn't care as long as you had him. 

"I'm gonna reward you sweetheart, you did so good today, made me so proud, wanna go shopping? Want to buy pretty little things to wear at home?" He whispered in your ears and you could only moan in response. 

"Can I get whatever I want?" You asked him and he smirked. Two could play this game.

"As long as you'd try it all for me at home" he winked at you and you felt all tingly. He took you to the mall, you bought a dress or two, a set of lingerie, you chose the color green on purpose and as soon as you two were home, he sat down on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand and he told you to show off for him. 

You twirled and danced for him, the music played faintly in the background, he was looking at you as if he wanted to devour you but you knew he was just torturing you, waiting for the right moment to deny you again.

"That's it? What about the lingerie darling, aren't you going to show me how it looks on you?" He asked you, his eyes stayed fixed on yours as he chugged his drink.

You ran back to your room and put it on, checking your reflection in the mirror you tried a pose or two, making sure you looked as sexy as possible, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen you before like this, he had seen you all naked too but he had never touched you intimately like that. You never felt his fingers on your intimate parts in sexual manner.

As you stepped out he tilted his head to look at you intently, scanning up and down as if you were just a piece of furniture he was trying to purchase.

"You got my color" his voice was whispery so you hummed in response "Sweet" he mumbled before he brought the rim of the bottle closer to his lips again. 

"You like it?" 

You asked him and he chuckled.

"Twirl around sweetheart, let me see that plump arse of yours" You didn't think a world existed where this was an appropriate interaction between a girl and her supposed guardian. You turned around, swaying a little to the beat of the rhythm, you pulled your hair up in your fist as your hips moved side to side. 

You heard him mumbling profanities under his breath so you turned around and walked towards him, you knew you were this close to him turning you away any moment but you wanted to enjoy whatever he was giving you. 

"You like it daddyy?" You asked him so he hummed in response, he was hard you could tell, it wasn't as if he was trying to hide that huge bulge in his pants. 

"I do like it, but then so do millions of other men out there who'd jerk off to your pictures. You enjoy that darling? Knowing that so many men wants to fuck you?" He grabbed your chin with his fingers and made you chug the rest of his drink. He was still pissed off about the bikini shoot you did just two days ago. He didn't want you to do it but the money was too good and you threatened him to do something awful if he wouldn't allow you to do it. You got your way this time but he wasn't going to make it the norm, he was the one who was in control in this relationship.

"How long are you going to be mad at me about that shoot?" You asked him as you hugged him tightly, your hips rolled over him and he took a deep breath.

"As long as it would take for you to engrave in your head that I can very well take away all the freedom you have here sweetheart. Don't piss me off on purpose" Before the dam could break he picked you up and threw you down on the couch, then he grabbed up his black leather jacket to storm out of the apartment making you groan and scream in response. You knew where he was going, he was going to find his new flavour of the night, bring her back here and fuck her so you could hear him, that was his favourite form of punishment, he knew it hurt you physically and emotionally as well, and he used it like a kryptonite whenever you crossed a line.

After a few hours when he didn't return, you realized that maybe he wasn't in the mood to be so cruel today, you were in the kitchen making dinner when he stepped into the apartment again. His calm relaxed demeanor was enough to tell you that he had sex and he had plenty of it. There was a grocery bag in his hand that he passed to you,

"What is this?" You asked him but he didn't respond, he went to his room instead, there was a tub of your favorite icecream so you sighed before you put it in the refrigerator. 

The thought of him buying you your favourite ice cream after fucking a random woman disgusted you but it also warmed your heart. He cared about you, he was just too damaged to tell you that. 

"You're my only priority you know that right???" you mimicked his accent to let your frustration out. 

Next morning, you were called for the screen test, that's where you met the guy again, Peter Parker, Tony's assistant. All the assisting had worked in his favor, he was the second lead in the show, you had a few scenes with him, there was a scene where you had to make out with him too.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot babe" He said to you so you glared at him. You looked at Loki and he wasn't too pleased about this scenario either. He wanted to punch the guy, not just for being Tony's assistant and taking you to the lounge knowing too well what that asshole wanted to do with you that night but also for lusting so blatantly after you.

"Your boss is an asshole, he ruined captain Jarvis for me" you mumbled so he glared at you.

"Uhhhuh just be grateful you and that agent of yours aren't blacklisted yet, he was too drunk to care about it or you wouldn't be here right now" your eyes teared up as he said that, the smug nature irritated you, you only enjoyed it when it was Loki. 

"Look I'm sorry, I don't know why I am being such a jerk, I am just nervous" He said to you so you looked at him surprised, at least he apologized. Loki never did.

"I am nervous too" he smiled as he looked at you so you returned it.

"I really don't want to fight with you for the rest of shoot, let's just try to get along okay?" he put out his hand as an offer of friendship so you shook it. 

Loki watched the whole interaction and he didn't know how he felt about it, every time there was a man who showed interest in you he made sure to drive them away from you, he can't lose you to them. They won't know what to do with you or how to deal with you whenever you relapsed and it happened once in a while. 

He had woken up to the sounds of you screaming and convulsing on your bed, the screams were so loud that it reminded him of that awful day at the center when Odin..

Before he could dwell deeper into the memories of the past you started screaming again so he climbed on your bed and got on top of you to stop your body from thrashing around violently, you must be having the worst nightmare to react this way. He grabbed your arms and pinned them to the bed, you were awake but you were still screaming, trying to get away from him. Your face was soaked with your tears and that broke his heart. 

"Y/n y/n hey baby hey hey hey…shhhhhh you're okay" he whispered softly but that didn't comfort you at all, you were still out of your mind, crying so furiously that he feared you'd hyperventilate.

"Let me go let me go. .. lolooo..mommmy..sister natasha …help meee please…please I'm scared I'm so scared" you cried out for help and his own eyes teared up. 

"I'm here I'm here sweet buttons I'm here baby shhhhh I'm here okay? You're safe I promise" you stopped squirming and screaming instantly at the mention of the pet name, that's how he knew what to do in such a situation, that's how he knew how to bring you back to him.

"Lolo?" you sniffled so he kissed your forehead, he raised your arms to make you sit up and then he pulled you into his lap, holding onto you tightly. His hands caressed your back as he rocked you back and forth gently to calm you down. Your sniffles died down slowly as you drifted back to sleep. He thought things would change between you two after the night, but the next morning you didn't even have any recollection of the nightmare, or that he spent all night taking care of you. You were back to being a brat who tested and challenged him every moment.

"Hii..hello there?" He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a feminine voice calling out for him. 

"She's your client right? Y/n?" The lady asked him and he nodded, giving her his best smile. 

"I'm Wanda, I'm a casting director, we are looking for a fresh face for a horror series, she seems perfect. Would she like to audition –" he cut her off immediately before she could speak further.

"No ..no horror or anything that involves torture, rape or –" he hesitated for a moment before ge finished his words "Cults"  she looked at him curiously before she spoke again.

"Ohhh okay umm I just thought she could do well in there, she's good" 

He looked at you as she complimented you, you were doing your best with what you were given for the screen test, you looked radiant, your mother's features reflected through you sometimes. He missed her, she was a good mother and a good friend to him.

"Nothing in that genre. Here.. give me your digits, call me if something else comes up" he looked into her eyes and she smiled. 

Few hours later you were back to your room, with him enjoying his time to the fullest with casting director Wanda. You could hear her moans and her screams and it stung

"Mmmm yeah..harder harder, fuck me harder, ohhh yesss god, your cock is so huge ..rip me apart Loki " 

You often wondered how these women felt when he didn't give them any attention after such a fiery passion filled night. You remembered two years ago, there was a woman who had gotten so obsessed with him that she was stalking him wherever he went to, that's why you two moved here, she somehow had gotten into her mind that he was in love with her and he was afraid to tell her because of you, so she tried to harm you. He got her arrested and filed a restraining order, you never saw her again but you remembered the last conversation you two had with her. 

She was on her knees begging him to fuck her again, she wouldn't stop, he tried so hard to get her away but she didn't you so you did what you thought was right, you hit her on the head with a heavy object, what were you supposed to do? She was hurting him, and you couldn't have that, she didn't die thankfully and Loki had proof that she was the culprit here and that she has been harassing you both. 

When cops questioned he told them he was the one to hit her, with his own history he seemed suspicious but he had proof and he was able to file charges against her. 

You snapped out as you heard the main door opening and closing with a loud thud and it made you smile. He never allowed them to stay after that incident, he couldn't take the risk again. When you heard the commotion in the kitchen, you stepped out. This was your favorite sight in the world- him almost naked, freshly showered, hair slicked back, just him moving around in the kitchen effortlessly to make tea, he always craved tea after sex..

"Want some?" He asked you as you stepped inside and sat down on the countertop.

"I want milk and sugar in my tea" 

He chuckled as you said that.

"Anything else Madame?" 

"Nopeeee" 

He seemed to be in a good mood, better than usual and you wondered why.

"So that chick Wanda, was she good?" You asked him as you crossed your arms 

"Ohh yess" he snickered and it only pissed you off more "She was so good, such a firecracker, almost missing her company" he mumbled, his voice remained sultry. You played this game as long as it was just the game, but you couldn't bear the thought of him getting emotionally invested with his flings, it hurt so bad to think about the day he'd find someone he'd like enough to build a future with. What would happen to you? Would he still keep you with him or he'll ditch you?

The thought hurt deeply. Would you still be his priority? You didn't think so

"Why didn't you ask her to stay then?" You asked him and he chuckled, he didn't respond, he made you stew in the insecurities, not on purpose though. He didn't know how you were feeling this time, he just thought you were messing with him like you always did.

It was his birthday a few days later so he had invited a bunch of his friends and people he hung out with, you knew them too but you weren't really friends with them. Wanda came too and it bothered you alot but you tried your best to not let it ruin his day.

As people started to leave you really wanted to spend alone time with him. You had a gift so you hid yourself in his closet and waited for him to enter his room at some point, much to your disappointment he did come to his room but not alone, he had Wanda with him, he was drunk and he fucked her right against that very closet. You froze. You didn't know what to do, you didn't want to interrupt them but you couldn't take the noises he was making either, it hurt you, their interaction hurt you, the fact that he fucked her twice hurt you. 

He wasn't done even then, he wanted to do her again on the bed but you weren't in the mood to watch or listen so you stormed out of his closet and then out of his room.

"What the fuck Loki.. was she in there all this time?" She asked him and he was as shocked as she was. He thought you were in your room.

"I had no idea darling I swear" She didn't care, she pulled him on top of her but he was distracted now. What were you doing in his fucking closet?

When he was finally done with her and came out he found you mindlessly drunk on the kitchen floor which pissed him off so he asked her to leave immediately which pissed her off, this was the second time he was making her feel used and she swore to never see him again. He snickered in response because he didn't really care. He didn't care about anyone but you at the moment or ever really.

"Whyyy don't you go fuckkkk the bitchhh again you stupid dickhead whore" you slurred on your words as he grabbed your arms to pick you up from the floor. 

"How drunk are you hmm? You silly little child" he was angry, so angry but you were so completely out of your mind at the moment. 

"Why do you care you jerk, you fucking asshole I hate youu and your whorish self..happy birthday..I'll drink as much as I want" his jaw clenched at the disrespect, He grabbed the back of your neck and pressed you against the refrigerator, he was so furious and he knew he needed to control himself, you weren't in right set of mind to have a conversation or deal with his usual tactics. He punched his fist into the door of the refrigerator to let his frustration out, that made you flinch and cry and then it made you cling to him ultimately. The punch would leave a dent you knew.

You were too drunk to even walk so he picked you up in his arms and took you to his room, he placed you down on the single couch in his room so he could take a shower and change the bedsheet, he knew you'd hate waking up on the used filthy sheet. He was extremely aggravated by your behavior but he didn't want to teach you a lesson in such a state.

He went to your room and came back with a night dress, a makeup removing wipe and a bottle of water that he picked up from the kitchen. 

"Wake up" he mumbled as he made you sit back up on the couch properly, he grabbed your chin with his fingers so he could wipe your face clean. You whined and moaned to protest against his hold but it was futile. He took the dress off and put the night dress on you before he picked you up again to lay you down on the bed, he made sure to make you drink water otherwise he knew you'd wake up with the worst of hangovers tomorrow. 

"Daddddyy" you mumbled, you couldn't even keep your eyes open.

"What?" He asked you sternly.

"Sorrryyy…I'm sorry daddy" you sniffled and it made him sigh in response..

"We will talk tomorrow alright?" 

"I love you daddy" 

"I know" 

"You don't" 

"I do baby, that's okay" He didn't think you knew or understood what you were saying. 

"I had a gift..I wanted to give you a present" you sniffled again and his eyes teared up at the meak little voice.

"Is that why you were in the closet?" 

You nodded as he questioned you.

"Where is it?" He asked you so you pointed towards his closet. He loosened your grip on his body so he could walk towards the closet and check what you had kept in there. 

It was all wrapped up in a pretty box, that made him smile but his eyes welled up as he opened it. It was a photo frame, he didn't even know you had this picture with you. He remembered this picture, it was taken 13 years ago, he was just 19, that would make you nine. He had to be on his knees to match your small stature, his fingers trailed over your features, that adorable smile, he looked at the child in the picture and his heart shattered into pieces.

She was so innocent, so undamaged, so precious, she trusted him and he failed her, he failed her mother too. Odin tried to ruin you and he was helpless but he wasn't helpless any more, now he could keep you safe. Your mother would hate him for what he was doing with you now but he didn't know any better, he didn't know how to keep you invested in him in a healthier way. He was afraid.

He took the picture and placed it in his bedside drawer then he crawled into the bed to snuggle you.

"Do you like it daddddyy?" 

 "I do baby, thank you" 

"Please don't marry Wanda, please don't leave me" you mumbled so he kissed your forehead.

"I would never leave you sweetheart I promise, I'm going to be here forever" 

He cooed in your ears and only when you were in deep sleep is when he allowed himself to cry his heart out. 

Next morning when you woke up, things remained the same, you didn't remember the outburst and he didn't say anything about it either so the toxic cycle continued. All over again because you didn't want to break it.

You were afraid you'd lose him again if you did.

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[samieree]

Another day another slay and another shot with Heimdall because never enough of him ^^

This one was requested by @manymaria111. You waited a while but I hope you'll like it 💕

Heimdall x reader (female)

Since the destruction of Olympus and the ruination of all Greece by Kratos, you've wanted revenge. He's the reason you lost your parents who sacrificed themselves to save your life. You've spent years perfecting yourself in combat so that you can take revenge whenever the opportunity presents itself. You managed to reach 9 realms, where Kratos is currently staying with - as it turned out - his son. You then decided that the perfect revenge would be killing Atreus in front of his father.

~

It was bloody cold in Midgard, but really bloody cold. You might not remember much from Greece, but you knew it was definitely warmer there and your body seemed used to it. But you were able to withstand the cold to get your revenge.

Ever since you discovered that Kratos has a son, you've spent a lot of time following them, waiting for the opportune moment for them to split up. You wanted to get the most out of your revenge. It would be best to capture Atreus first and keep him somewhere so your house destroyer will worry about him and look for him. And once he found him... You'd slit that kid's throat. That was your plan.

And now everything seemed to be going your way. Atreus was alone in Midgard. Unfortunately, the snow largely prevented you from sneaking around, but it seemed that the boy hadn't noticed you for now.

You slowly drew one of your daggers and stood up behind a tree, carefully watching and assessing the situation. The boy walked into this house, perfect. You stepped out of your hiding place and cautiously walked towards the hut.

Inhale and exhale��

You kicked the door to open them quickly, ready to overpower Atreus but something quickly thwarted your plans. The whole interior of the hut was filled with a tornado of ravens that croaked mercilessly. You weren't even sure if the boy noticed you, but you found out in a moment.

He didn't see you. But what was even weirder was something completely different. When the birds had disappeared and there was only one raven left, and now it was sitting on a boulder and… Where did all this come from? Those damn ravens took you to another world?!

You quickly hid behind a rock, taking advantage of the fact that no one has noticed you yet. But… Where exactly are you now? Where it's warmer, that's for sure... And you liked that. However... How to return to Midgard from here?

“Wow. This is Asgard, Huginn?” you heard Atreus, probably addressing the raven.

Wait, Huginn… This isn't one of Odin's ravens by any chance? You thought you read about it somewhere... Wait a minute... Atreus is going to meet Odin? You should have sneaked closer to him earlier, maybe you would have known more about what was going on...

But since Odin's raven was here, unfortunately you couldn't act. You were confident in your abilities, but you definitely didn't want to mess with Odin.

Also, you have no choice but to follow him again… Ugh, what a torture. But revenge will be worth it, it has to be…

* * *

You knew that you would have to give a lot to get your revenge, but you absolutely didn’t think about climbing the huge wall at the time! And that's by taking a path so you can hide in case Atreus decides to look back.

You felt like your hands were about to fall off, but you had already seen the top. So you pulled yourself together and kept climbing. Suddenly, you heard a voice, so in order not to be noticed, you quickly pulled your legs up, resting them on the stones and squeezed into the crack between the rocks. You knew you wouldn't stay like this for long, but hopefully long enough to go unnoticed and eavesdrop on the conversation.

“So… What part of the enormous wall made you think, 'Oh, visitors must be welcome'?” who it was? Who was Atreus talking to?

“I was sent for, actually. By Odin.”

“The All-Father sent for you? Ha! Great. Yeah right. Then why are you out there and not in here?”

“Why don’t we ask him together?” you didn't hear any answer to that question. But instead you felt something suddenly bounce off your hand and keep falling. Some fucking apple. And then you saw more pieces of rock that must have fallen off under the weight of Atreus. Hasn't gone up yet? Is this someone holding him?

You have continued to listen to the conversation, but you didn't get anything useful out of it. Your attention was drawn to these words of Atreus:

“Think how mad the All-father is gonna be when he finds out you killed his guest! Loki of the Jötnar?” Loki of the Jötnar? Is his name Atreus or Loki after all? Or is he just claiming to be this 'Loki'?

“The Jötnar? Enemy of my people?”

“I am not your enemy.” you were afraid to look, so you just listened. You heard a heavy sigh and something that suggested Atreus was already at the top of the wall. There was a moment of silence, but you didn't move. 

“I will be the judge of that.”

“Wait… is that Gjallarhorn? Are you Heimdall?”

“Obviously. Now feel free to drink in the splendor of Asgard. This is a rare sight for outsiders. Especially Giants…” you thought they had gone a little away, but you preferred to wait a little longer just to be sure. You won't lose them in such an open area, and it's better not to risk being detected. “I know you're here, sunshine.” sunshine? Was it for you? The voice came from above and it matched this Heimdall… But there was no way he'd notice you. “Do you want to kill him? Go ahead, do me a favor.”

Let's be honest, this isn’t what you expected to hear. How did this guy know your ultimate goal was to kill Atreus or Loki? You peeked out of your hiding place, seeing no one. You quickly finished the climb and could finally breathe a sigh of relief after all the hard work. You didn't have much time, but you had to lie down for a while and let all your muscles rest.

* * *

If you climbed this wall, you will come off it too, right? It was a bit more complicated since you were already tired, but oh well... You couldn't count on an elevator. So not only you walked all the way down praying that suddenly nothing would fall under you, but you also had to reach the place where the elevator was going.

And then even further, until you finally saw Atreus beating with the Einherjers in the area in front of some big house.

“It took you a long time, sunshine.” you heard and finally saw this Heimdall who stopped Atreus on the wall.

He was sitting on some big animal with his side facing you. The first thing you noticed were sparkling purple eyes with a hint of pink. Meeting his gaze, you had the impression that he was looking directly into your soul, immediately learning everything about you. It was a very… uncomfortable feeling, but you couldn't take your eyes off it at the same time.

His blonde hair was tied up in multiple braids. You wonder if he made them himself, if so, he must have dexterous fingers... One french braid has already surpassed you many times...

He was richly dressed, it was obvious. Lots of gold accents, apparently he liked to show the whole world what his social status was with his appearance, while you... Well, due to the winter in Midgard, you preferred all gray or white clothes, without any color accents.

And he has gold teeth… For a few knocked out teeth like his, you would make a new life for yourself.

“Call me 'sunshine' one more time and…” you started when you realized you'd been staring at him for far too long and it was starting to get weird.

But at the same time, you had the feeling that he was watching you too. He scans you from head to toe, lingering longer on your breasts, which has been better emphasized

since you invested in a corset that ended just below your breasts and supported them.

It didn't even bother you, apart from the moments when you were hiding, you liked to draw attention to yourself, but in that moment, when he openly told you to do what you wanted so badly… It was starting to annoy you a bit that he was looking at you like that.

“And what? Will you gouge out my eyes with your ridiculous knife and make earrings out of them?” you didn't quite mean that, you were just thinking about using your dagger on him in some original way… “Hilarious…” he said ironically and snorted, and shifted his gaze to the area. He winced, something wasn't going his way. “Everything's going my way.” does he know what you're thinking or what? His statements are always very accurate.

Too accurate.

You slowly walked past the animal he was sitting on, not taking your eyes off him even though he never looked back at you. You chose not to think about this peculiar man any longer, instead focusing on yourself and your revenge.

Although you didn't want to kill Atreus yet, but if you have no better choice…

The boy himself, right after getting rid of the last Einherjer, turned his gaze towards you, immediately aiming at you with the bow. He didn't even ask any questions, seeing that you wanted to hurt him too, he started to defend himself.

And you... When it came to your revenge, you didn't want to do it... Let's just say you didn't want to kill him outright. Let’s stop it right there. 

You had no feelings for this boy, you had no feelings for anyone, your family has been dead for a long time. Since their loss, you've never loved anyone, only liked enough to become friends or have a pleasant evening together.

You were surprised yourself, but you dragged the fight out. So long, until finally, strangely fighting with yourself, you cut his legs and knocked him to the ground. You put your hand on the hilt of your dagger, not quite ready to pull it out and kill Atreus…

“Take one more step and you'll regret this.” you didn't have to think about anything anymore when a very tall and stout man appeared in front of you like out of nowhere. Let me guess… Thor?

“And what are you going to do?” you heard Heimdall's voice nearby, but you didn't turn to him. “Go away and let the girl get her revenge.”

“The boy is a guest of the All-father.”

“He's false.” the blond said with clear venom in his voice, standing somewhere behind you.

“Loki!” suddenly such ravens appeared nearby, like when you got to Asgard, only that now… Odin came out of them? “You made it. I am so honoured. And I see you've met Heimdall. He reads minds for me.” of course... “And... Who is it?” here he turned to you, but strangely you didn't see any sign of resentment in him for you wanting to murder his guest.

“She came here after the boy to kill him.” you didn't even have time to open your mouth, and Heimdall already explained you... What bastard, all the blame now on me? Goodbye life hello death...

“That's true? Why would such a pretty woman want to do such nasty things?”  you didn't expect such a reaction from Odin... You rather thought that your life would end soon. And here it turned out that you may still have a chance...

“Boy-”

“I want to hear it from her, Heimdall.” this time Odin interrupted the blond, who seemed dissatisfied with this turn of events.

But at least you had a chance to explain yourself.

“Loki's father destroyed my house, he killed my whole family…” you said and Odin nodded his head. Can you really get away with everything? It's hard to believe... Or maybe he just wants to use you? You've heard a lot of stories about him, the question is which ones were true. But he seems so nice now… No. Stop. It might just be a cover.

“And you're looking for revenge, I understand it but... Have you thought about turning your desire for revenge into something else? To use your perseverance in something more useful? To have a real purpose in life?” he said. You literally didn't know what to say.

You looked from Loki to Odin, wondering what to say, but no good words came to your mind. When you didn't speak for a long time, Odin stepped even closer, speaking a few words in your ear so only you could hear them.

“I could help you find a better purpose in life. And if that doesn't help you, I can give you revenge. But on the person who ruined your life.” then he pulled away, shifting his gaze to Thor. “And what are you here for? Dismissed, go! And you?” he asked the last question to Heimdall, who had a very surprised look on his face, almost as much as yours.

“But... All-father…”

“You don't have any work? Get out of here!” the blonde didn't look pleased in the slightest, but he had no better choice than to listen to Odin and leave. “You must forgive him, sometimes he just forgets to think. But work, yes... I have some left for today, but maybe you will accompany me in it and see some Asgard?”

You nodded your head, still processing what had just happened. Did you just get a job offer from Odin…? You, who tried to kill his guest?

You didn't know what to think about it, much less what you thought about Odin himself...

* * *

It looked like you'd be staying in Asgard for some time, and your plans have changed a bit. Not to mention the fact that you and Atreus started getting to know each other and it looked like you could even become friends… You still thought about your revenge of course, but not in the first place.

Now you were walking aimlessly around the mead hall until you were stopped by a familiar voice.

“As soon as you're no longer useful, he'll throw you away like garbage.” you turned your gaze on Heimdall, who said it while leaning against the wall with a mug of mead in his hand.

“Like you?” you replied placing your hands on your hips and tilting your head slightly. He chuckled at your words, taking another sip of his drink.

“Unlike you, I am a God, sunshine.”

"I told you not to call me that." you reminded with a poker face, measuring him with your icy gaze.

“I'll call you…” he began, pushing himself off the wall until he stopped just in front of you. “…whatever I like, sunshine.”

You absolutely didn't like him calling you like that. You were annoyed by this cute nickname, which he apparently decided to haunt you from the very beginning. You felt that such terms of endearment were a disgrace to your honour, especially since Heimdall was obviously using it only to annoy you.

“There are only two occasions when someone can call me by a pet name: In a relationship with me or in bed. And you are in none of these situations.” you answered him in the same tone, enduring his piercing gaze. “And you won't be in any of them easily.”

“And what can you do to stop me?” you slowly slid your hand from your hip to the hilt of your dagger. But as soon as you closed your hand around it, you felt Heimdall put his hand on it. “Don't even think about it, or you'll only humiliate yourself.”

Before you could think of an answer, a slight shudder ran through you at this unexpected contact with him. Maybe it wasn't enough to make you blush, but it was surely enough to make you think about something else over the topic of your conversation. Besides, all the time you were staring at his unique eyes, the kind you've never seen in anyone else and which made Heimdall himself etched in your memory.

“Looks like I can be in one of the situations you mentioned a lot easier than you think.” well, he can read minds... It will take a while before you remember it, but you will probably never get used to it. You felt a little embarrassed that he knew exactly how you were thinking about him, but on the outside you didn't change your attitude at all. “But I don't sleep with strangers, sunshine. You have to try harder.” he smirked with a distinct hint of malice, and before letting go of your hand, he ran it over your thigh and then walked away to do his business.

You have to try harder? Who does he think he is?!

What an asshole...

~

-> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

*I'm still taking requests in case anyone was wondering*

[therese-lokidottir]

Do you think volstagg needed to touch Loki's neck (Adam apple) in order to threaten him. Isn't verbally threatening a prince a crime?

2nd question: what do you think of the warriors 3 and sif?

Well, no it wasn't necessary, but there is so much unpack here

It's really easy to view Sif and the Warriors Three as the mean kids picking on outsider and say they are just jerks, but I would say there are way more layers to characters. If you are going to take Loki's own perspective and motives into account it's only fair to take theirs as well.

Remember after the Jotunheim battle Sif makes the accusations that Loki is plotting, Hogun's quick to agree, but Fandral actually defended Loki and Volstagg, if somewhat begrudgingly, admitted that Loki telling the guard was the right thing to do. Sif and Hogun are kinda right for the wrong reasons. Loki did set this whole thing into motion and it was in part due to jealousy. We the audience know it's more than that and Loki did not intend for this to happen, but from their perspective it looks super suss when it seems like Loki intentionally set Thor up to fall only for the next time they see him for him to be on the throne.

Yes, they are the ones who committed treason when they went to earth to get Thor. But they went behind Loki's back and he tried to kill them. Technically they are the ones who betrayed him, but anyone would feel a little burned after a murder attempt.

I would say Thor 2011 is a tragedy where everyone on Asgard made mistakes that lead to the events of the film. Sif and the Warriors Three all put the glory of battle and their devotion to Thor over actually thinking things through and considering what's truly the right thing to do. But I don't think that makes any of them bad people.

Like, the flaw with them in all this is they never take the time to understand Loki and that's what makes everything worse. But they're never really given Loki's full perspective so it's not like they have the chance to really reconcile with what happened and reconsider their actions. They're just mad Loki tried to kill them and they still prioritize that devotion to Thor over everything else. TDW they once again comment a treason for Thor. Just this time it's directly against Odin. Right or wrong their devotion is to Thor.

Now to Fandral's credit he doesn't seem to hold much of a grudge even if he doesn't think Loki should be trusted. So, I think canonically Fandral is the nicest person to Loki as he is never resentful or manipulative.

So there's obviously a lot of conflict between Sif and Loki and it's never explained what that's all about. But I would say I think Sif has a lot of noble qualities. Those episodes of AoS were able to show off plenty of positive qualities Sif. She was very respectful of Coulson and his team and was willing to work with them. We've seen the æser really look down on humans, but Sif never does. She even agreed not to tell Thor Coulson was alive because that was something he wanted to do himself.

So, Sif and the warriors three. I'd say they're flawed but not bad.

[worstloki]

I thought I was the only one who can't get enough of them just being close brothers. Yes, let them share a bed and kiss on the forehead and do stuff that brothers do. So say... do you have fluff fics? I'm taking the easy way out by asking because you have sooo many fics. 👀 looking respectfully. I don't know where to find Thor and Loki fluff, and I've tried. I tried so hard! Found a good one where they say I love you, but it's just a vignette and it's not enough. 😢 There was another one on ao3 that I read ages ago but I can't find it again. I'm starved for the bros showing affection in whatever way. Help?

Five People Who Were Fazed By Loki Sitting on Thor's Lap by Catspook : 3k : Thor likes to have Loki sit on his lap, the Avengers think it is weird, and Loki likes to troll them

Conflict Resolution by TheOtherOdinson : 6k : After Odin's death in Norway, Thor and Loki were left alone to deal with their loss and anger. Just the two of them. With no interruptions.

Home by my_dear_man : 2k : When the closest thing to home is right in front of you, even if it's your adopted brother who tried to kill you and take over Earth.

Soft Touch by calicojackofficial : Tony catches Thor and Loki napping together on a public couch.

We Were Eight at the Time... by Writinthestars : 5k : He’d never attacked Thor before. Their quarrels were always preluded by some sort of argument so there was warning, and they both knew they wouldn’t hurt each other too terribly.

This is the first time I used a real weapon against him. There’s no returning from that. It’s too late. I could’ve killed Thor - he’ll never forgive me.

Loki’s eyes filled with tears. This wasn’t what he wanted.

OR: Loki stabs Thor when they're eight.

Five out of Five is an Ideal You Can't Have by GalaxyThreads : 13k : While on an assignment from their father, Loki gets cursed to lose his senses. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but they're days from help, and Thor is forced to slowly watch his brother lose himself. (gen, Pre-Thor 1)

Mornings are for Destroying Landscaping by SalParadiseLost : 3k : Loki and Thor decide to spar one morning.

Tony isn't amused, Peter is happy to be a witness, and the Avengers don't have any power.

Castles in the Air by cosmic_medusa : 182k : Loki's first act as King is to collect his banished brother to aid his regency, however brief. Thor discovers that the political landscape is far from what it seemed, and that the lies of Odin have resulted in the threat of both his sons' safety and sanity. Drama, angst, double-crosses, butchering of folklore and history, and the epic bromance of Asgard's Princes ensues.

Bargaining by proantagonist : 109k : Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past. Post TDW.

i couldn't change (though i wanted to); by unintentionallyangsty : Given the team's circumstances--travelling through the cosmos and headed for Midgard on a previously unplanned voyage--Loki taking up a newfound fondness for shapeshifting on a whim is hardly the weirdest thing that has happened to any single member of the Revengers in the past several months. In fact, it doesn't even make the top three. 

(Alternatively, how Loki unintentionally ends up bonding with the Revengers on the Statesman as a number of different creatures))

That Sheds His Blood With Me by Kadorienne : 13k : "Because you are my brother," Thor told him.

(Politics and family on Asgard. A brotherly love story.)

Rotten At the Heart by Coneycat : 6k : in which Odin raised Loki as Thor's brother... and then used him to force Thor to prove his loyalty to Asgard.

Picking Up the Pieces by Thursdays_Angel : 7k : During the slow ride back to Earth Tony and Nebula come across the remains of the Statesman. Tony searches the faces for his friend and finds his brother instead. Thor loves his kid brother, the least Tony can do is bring him back for a proper burial.

And if that Mockingbird don't sing by dante_baby : 7k : If someone asked Loki how he imagines his last day of youth, he certainly wouldn't say being sick and completely alone in his own room. Luckily, Thor is always there for him.

Soft by enchantedlokii : 1k : Sicktember Day Five — Comfort Item

Insurgency by for_darkness_shows_the_stars : 50k : Despite his best efforts, Loki wins the Battle of New York.

The universe will never be the same again.

I'd follow you through hel (and fight off demons as well) by ThatOneAnnoyingFox : 1k : After a bad meeting with Odin, Thor watches the void.

It’s dishonourable, but if he did it with no-one to see, who cares where he’d go?

Portal To The Past by worstloki : 106k (ongoing) : Loki gets sent back in time a few centuries and since he's over trying to gain Odin's approval he's reliving life with his own happiness in mind. Naturally, everyone else has a problem with this.

OR: that one fic where odin keeps trying but is unable to get rid of teen loki

The Frog Incident by MoonGoddex : 6k : Loki turned him into a frog. And honestly, Thor hadn't thought twice about it at first. He'd been changed into a little golden retriever puppy one time as a commentary on his general demeanour, and into a donkey by way of insult via synonym. None of those transformations had resulted in people in black and orange bursting through glowing doors that hadn't been there before. Well, okay. There were a few steps between the transformation and his capture.

Throg, or The Time Loki Turned Thor Into A Frog by PhantomEngineer : 1k : The time when they were children when Loki turned Thor into a frog.

The Glorious Death by stainedglassflood : 1k : Loki dies without honour. Thor blames himself. (I will not fight you, brother.)

Just Close Your Eyes by ADreamer67 : 32k : Ragnarok has come to pass, the Asgardians have reached a deal with the leaders of Midgard for territory of their own, Loki is allowed to stay (provided he doesn’t leave said territory), and Thor is settled on the throne. So all in all, things are going well, if you ignore the recent massacre and planetary annihilation.

Well, except for the fact that Loki is working himself into the ground. And Thor is having none of it.

Cue a not entirely legal brotherly field trip where Thor will make Loki relax, or die trying. Responsibilities? Pssh, who cares about those? (Hint - Loki. Very much so)

(death must be lonely like I am) by GalaxyThreads : 17k (ongoing) : After the Battle of New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. claims Loki for punishment and consequently, also HYDRA. When the Avengers are assembled under the belief that Loki is escaping his cell, they rapidly realize what a mistake they've made leaving the younger Asgardian in their hands. (Gen, blind!Loki)

to your own blood, and empty spaces in the throat by vellaphoria : 13k : Silence suffocated the battlefield in the wake of Thanos’ ships.

It fell from the sky they had rent in their flight from Midgard’s surface, and it rose like mist from the forests they had left broken in their wake.

It settled in Thor’s lungs, collecting in the cracks of his armor like ash.

Cold Nostalgia by ADreamer67 : 30k : It's the last Winter Solstice before Thor is crowned. Thor wants to do something special. Inasmuch as a hunt in the middle of winter is special.

Loki just doesn't want to freeze to death.

Loki, Chronologically by eirtae : 180k (ongoing series) : Loki: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n' Roll Edition

OR: series of fics about Loki's life, and Thor's

proximity parasite by everylokitten : 3k : Thor eats something he shouldn't and gets a parasite that makes it painful for him to be away from his brother for even short periods of time. Eventually, there will be a safe way to remove all traces of it. Until then, the only thing that can quell his pain is Loki. Cuddles ensue.

What family is for by dante_baby : 8k : Thor got sick and Loki is definitely not having a good time.

Five times Tony was a dumbass and one time he was a REAL dumbass. by thebackwardsstep : 3k : Her hysteria exploded through the halls, her sides splitting, face perfectly beaming. The laughter would have been contagious if Tony wasn’t on the receiving end of it. “Yeah, sure. That’s his girlfriend.” Okay, so Tony wasn’t stupid: he could clearly identify the sarcasm in the Valkyrie’s tone, meaning she was blatantly lying. Tony wasn’t stupid, which was why he felt confident in concluding that the mystery-woman was obviously Thor’s wife.

The Woes of Survival by withthekeyisking : 5k : They won, didn't they? They're off to find a new home, Thor is in his rightful place as king, and he finally has his brother back at his side.

But Loki is acting a little differently; quieter, even when he's speaking. Isolated, even when he has the entire room's attention. Flinching from touches he would have allowed before, even with the customary rolling of his eyes.

And then Thor overhears an odd conversation between Brunnhilde and Loki...

Ichor in Violet by tirsynni : 15k : When Thor learns that Loki can travel to other realms without Heimdall seeing, of course he convinces Loki to take them both to Jotunheim to hunt Frost Giants. There an accident unravels centuries of lies and threatens to unravel Loki, too.

The first rule of Vonasnire was there were no questions asked. by thebackwardsstep: 6k : Pure, shameless fluff about Thor being such a good brother and guiding Loki through his feelings even despite how much they can hurt them both.

small and little and held by Lokincest : 1k : Thor wants to be the little spoon.

additionally, virtually anything by unintentionallyangsty, GalaxyThreads, xWitchAlchemistx (who does write Thor/Loki but the brodinsons is strong), ADreamer67, etc.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 5 Incoherent Thoughts

Spoilers for Loki episode 5. And also my fic, Scattered to the Wind, because holy shit.

My stomach hurts, guys

I've been texting my best friend about this upcoming episode all day. I'd say I was getting progressively more unhinged, but I definitely started out unhinged and fluctuated from there.

Oh my GOD the title is making me feel better already

Oh god never mind I'm scared again after the recap and the haunting intro music

FUCK THAT ONE TEAR ON LOKI'S FACE

SHIT WAIT DID HE TIME SLIP I BET HE TIME SLIPPED

NO HE WENT TO THE PIE ROOM ;.;

FUCK YES HE DID TIME SLIP

OH MONKEY FUCK

THE TIME SLIPS ARE SHORTER

OH MY GOD I'VE FOR SURE HAD A NIGHTMARE LIKE THIS WHERE EVERYTHING TURNS TO SPAGHETTI THAT'S HORRIFYING

NO NOT THE CLOCK TICKING

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE IN CAPS THIS EP ISN'T IT

I'LL TELL YOU, THE SAME THING HAPPENED IN EP 5 OF LAST SEASON. I TOOK NOTES ALL IN CAPS TOO

YES CASEY'S IN JAIL I WAS FUCKING RIGHT PLEASE BE ALCATRAZ sorry spoilers for Scattered to the Wind

OH MY GOD WHO WAS RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING ALL OF THIS

WAS THAT A BOAT

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

FUCK NOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA READ IT AND BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY IT WAS 1962 NOT 1935" AND IM GONNA BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY I FUCKING CALLED THIS ENTIRE THING SO STOW IT"

GUT US LIKE FISH

LOKI

OKAY I GOT THE NAME WRONG BUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE

YES MOBIUS GIMME

NO LAME FUCK OFF MARVEL

SIX YEARS OFF FOR B-15 I SWEAR TO GOD IF HER NAME IS ANN I'LL LOSE IT

WRONG PLACE BUT I UNDERSTAND. ACCENT, AND I PUT HER IN LONDON BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE WAS IN AMERICA

UGH SHE'S SO GOOD AND SHE'S A PEDIATRICIAN I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT TOO

BUT SHE'S IN NEW YORK IN 2012 WHAT MONTH IS IT BECAUSE SHE MIGHT KNOW LOKI

MOBIUS YES HOLY SHIT

DON FUCKING DON DO NOT GIVE ME YOUR LAST NAME PLEASE I MEAN I SHIP THORKI SO FANONICALLY I'LL BE FINE WITH IT BUT LIKE EVEN MARVEL WOULDN'T DO THAT RIGHT

NO NOT THE CHILDREN PLEASE LET THAT BE THE FICTIONAL PART

YES MIDWEST BUT WRONG STATE AND WAY WRONG YEAR [I! HAVE! THEORIES! THOUGH!]

MOBIUS HONEY SELL THE MAN A DIRT BIKE MORE JET SKIS FOR YOU

I'M CRYING ABOUT THE COMPARISON BETWEEN LOKI AND THE INFLATABLE GUY OH MY GOD THAT WAS PERFECT

That face was not good enough

Okay the slow walk and stare was perfect though

Wait I just remembered I screenshotted a bingo card for this episode specifically wait I'm gonna be a ball of anxiety and procrastinate and see if I got any squares yet I'll play it in a sec.

God Don is doing to Loki what Mobius did to OB in episode 1. Mo it's okay to tell someone you don't recognize them when they recognize you. It makes the interaction afterward way less awkward and a lot easier.

Fuck what's wrong with your son why doesn't he talk to his mom/dad/parent FUCK I HOPE HIS MOM DIDN'T JUST DIE THAT WOULD BE SO SHITTY

THAT LYING BITCH

THAT ASSHOLE IN THE LOKIUS TAG AFTER EPISODE ONE WHAT A LYING BITCH [No I have a thought though, and I'm sure someone else has had it by now.]

MOBIUS TALK TO YOUR KIDS HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD

WAIT

IF IT'S BILLY AND TOMMY I'LL FUCKING SCREAM

NO LOKI

OH MY GOD WAS I RIGHT ABOUT EVERYONE

RIGHT STATE WRONG TIME IF HE'S A PROFESSOR I'LL SHIT MYSELF

OH BABY MY DARLING

I LIKE THIS BETTER

AWW

SOMEHOW I LOVE HIM MORE

THE POSIT ITS. OB!!!!

IS THAT THE LOOM

THE LINES FROM THE TRAILER

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

IF SYLVIE'S IN BROXTON AND HAS FORGOTTEN SHE CAN DO MAGIC I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO

I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS I DIDN'T WATCH THIS EPISODE UNTIL NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

THIS IS SO WEIRD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

OH MY GOD IT'S NOT THE LOOM IT'S HIS WORKSHOP

HE'S STAYING SO LONG

OH MY GOD IS HIS REAL WHY GONNA BE BECAUSE HE LOVES MOBIUS? I'LL DIE

YES OB I WROTE THIS WE JUST TAKE BRAD OUT OF THE EQUATION AND I'M OKAY WITH THAT

SO I WAS GONNA SAY IRISH BOYS, KEVIN AND SEAN, BUT

BUT SEAN JUST ASKED FOR A DOG AND A SNAKE

THIS MAN IS AN ODIN VARIANT THE KIDS ARE LOKI AND THOR I DON'T LIKE THIS I DON'T LIKE IT HERE I WANT TO LEAVE

Baby Loki would have absolutely played with matches he stole

Baby Thor loves snakes

Take me back to before I was afraid of who Mobius was gonna be when I thought he was Theo and that was the end of it. Take me back even to when I thought he might be Loki but he was married so we might've actually gotten a Sigyn variant. Take me back to when I thought he might be Sigyn and his wife the Loki variant. Hell, take me back to an hour ago when I thought I was just gonna ship another version of thorki. This is a terrible theory.

Loki my god you are terrible at talking to your amnesiac love interest

MOBIUS I THOUGHT YOU SAID ON THE MARKET FOR A SECOND AND I FREAKED

MOBIUS OH MY GOD STOP TRYING TO SELL PEOPLE JET SKIS AND THOSE ARE YOURS

HE REMEMBERS WORD FOR WORD WHAT MOBIUS SAID

YOU GUYS I HAD TO LOOK THAT UP FOR THE FIC TO GET IT RIGHT AND HE RECITES IT WORD FOR FUCKING WORD OFF THE CUFF

AND THAT'S WHEN I STARTED CRYING

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES BEFORE HE CALLS THE COPS I HATE THIS

IT'S OKAY OB YOU'RE GONNA MEET CASEY SOON HOLY SHIT THOUGH I'D CALL 18 MONTHS FAST AND HOW DID YOU FIND HIM

THAT'S WHAT HE SAID TO SYLVIE

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES HE HAS CHILDREN WHO DON'T HAVE A MOM

You can MOVE the time doors??

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES

ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS SYLVIE

SPACE NAME

OH MY GOD THERE SHE IS, IN BROXTON JUST LIKE I SAID

OKAY THANK GOD

OH MY GOD THERE'S BRAD

YES HE SAID IT HE WANTS HIS FRIENDS BACK HE HAS FRIENDS HE'S NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NOW HE DOES I'M NOT CRYING I WASN'T CRYING TWO HOURS AGO WHEN I WAS SHOUTING HE HAS FRIENDS NOW IN MY CAR I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

I'M FUCKING BAWLING WHO AM I KIDDING

SYLVIE IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO WANT FRIENDS IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO HAVE FRIENDS THAT'S NOT SELFISH THAT'S BEING A PERSON

CASEY SHUT UP AND JUST FLIRT WITH HIM

LOKI NO DARLING

DUDE YOU SAID THAT LIKE YOU'RE SELLING HER DRUGS

SYLVIE

YEAH WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN GIRL

CASEY

OB NO

MOBIUS, B-15

SYLVIE

I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DID THE FUCKING BLIP AGAIN

TIME LOOP FUCK THIS

FUCK NO FUCK THIS

NO NO

OH HE MEANT HIM OH THANK GOD I THOUGHT HE WAS ABOUT TO GO ALL SYLKI ON ME

LOKIIIIIIIIIIIII YESSSSSSSSSS <3