#POV thor

[mcuthoraction]

Summary:

As a child, Thor had always loved thunderstorms. The fierce winds blowing into his face, the impressive, twined spectacle of lighting and thunder; the rain that hammered both skin and ground intensely. It was nature’s wrath in all its glory. He used to run in the rain, chasing those sensations, with Frigga racing after, trying to catch him and usher him back into the dry safety of their house. As the years went by, Thor realised that the reason he loved thunderstorms so much went beyond the relishing of physical sensations, beyond even the powerful release of energy that happened in the moment that lighting hit the ground – Thor loved thunderstorms because he loved his family, and his family was ever the eye of the storm.

Fic written by the wonderful @cailjei for the Thor Gotcha for Gaza.

The anonymously submitted prompt: Human AU in Thor’s POV involving a very dysfunctional odinfamily. Prompt can be taken in any direction the author wants, but primarily focused on Thor.

[spicyboelives]

THOR STUDIES⚡⚡⚡

NGL Thor gotta be my fav Avenger. Trust this boy with my life if I was in the MCU, maybe im biased because I relate to Loki a ton though? Thors a good bro to Loki and therefore prime comfort character material in my head.

[marvellover76]

Steve: Alright, who's turn is it to give a pep talk?

Tony: Y/n's.

Y/n, takes a deep breath: Alright people let's fuck shit up and not die!

Bruce, burying his head in his hands: Oh my god...

Thor: Very inspiring, lady Y/n.

[tangyyrine]

???

Ref :3

[boogieboba]

blaster? nah. laser sword?? lame. my weapon of choice is BIG ASS HAMMER

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

What else could you possibly need

Loki: So you agree  Y/N: To what  Loki:To what Thor said Y/N:To what Thor said about what Loki:Stop it  Y/N:Since you never listen or have done anything I ask of you, why should you start now  Loki:I-  What Loki: Do you really think I’ll fit here Y/N: As tight as a puzzle piece, Chaos, ruins, lack of morals, parties, women as far as the eye can see, bottomless cases of need and drinks, and a position for you served on a silver platter, subjects for you to rule. What else could you possibly Want or need ... Loki:.....You......

[worstloki]

Unreliably narrated fic where Thor’s POV constantly refers to Loki as smaller/shorter/weaker/delicate/feminine/younger and everyone else’s POV (including Loki) is “these are two normal and similarly-sized guys”

[darthbloodorange]

Thor's Good Boy

Rating: Explicit Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Thor Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor Warnings: Sexual Content Major Tags: Established Relationship, Spanking, Praise Kink, Sub Steve Rogers, Dom Thor, Bottom Steve Rogers, POV Steve Rogers Word count: 100 - Drabble

Summery: Steve likes being good for Thor.

For the: ✦ @fluffystevefest - Praise Kink [July 5: BEDROOM]

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

Steve gasps as Thor's hand comes down again on his ass. He digs his fingers desperately into his arms, trying to hold on.

Another smack, rocking him forward.

He could feel the meat of his ass giggle with every one of Thor's strikes.

"Wonderful," Thor says, his voice a low rubble that Steve can feel in his stomach. "Doing so good for me, love."

Steve's mouth drops open, and he grinds his cock against Thor's thigh. Needy sounds fall from his lips without his permission.

Thor's fingers slip into his crack. Teasing his hole.

"Perfect, boy."

Steve's world goes white.

THE END

[hannibalcatharsis-zero]

[magnusmodig]

@clxscdeyes

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 , THUNDER RATTLED EVERY BUILDING all across the isle . and so too did the very skies tremble at the WRATH OF THOR . lightning ripped through the firmaments of the hazy twilight , and STRUCK DOWN WITH THE MIGHT OF ANCIENT STARS upon earth's glimmer - gold barrier . blue fire erupted in arcing lances across its face . the aura shimmered . splintered . CRACKED . SHATTERED WITH A PIERCING RING . all as , with a MIGHTY ROAR , did sovereign warrior swing his axe and strike true .

but for all that thor had bid himself BE SWIFT as the northern winds .

ne'er was there there a war waged without cost .

— K R R R R R R A KOOM !

THUNDER BELLOWED OUT THE ALL - FATHER'S WRATH AS MOUNTAIN'S CHILD WAS PIERCED BY DEMON'S FOUL FIGHT ; AS CHILD OF MIDGARD PALED AND CRUMPLED . LIGHTNING CRASHED DOWN FROM THE SKIES ABOVE , AND TURNED THE AMBER SKIES A BRIGHT AND BLAZING BLUE .

❝ — M A N G O G ! ❞

ITS TWISTED FORM FLEW BACKWARDS . HIS AXE ROSE TO MEET IT , CLEAVING APART ITS MIMICRY OF BODY IN TWO . TO THE BLAZING , WHITE - HOT FIRE OF STORMS CAME ONE COMMAND : TURN . AND SO IT OBEYED . THE LIGHTNING ARCED AND CONSUMED THE BEAST IN FURY . IT SCREECHED AND FLAILED , BURNED AND DECAYED . IN MERE INSTANTS , REDUCED TO ASHES IN THE CRYSTALIZED DIRT AND DUST .

then and only then did the clouds shift from their ceaseless tumbling , though dark and sunken grey did they remain . alone in the dusty quiet for only but one moment thus , THOR HEAVED IN BREATH beneath death's weight . but only for a moment .

❝ — ᚱᚢᚾᚨᛘᚬᚱ . ❞ his voice rumbled through the forest . though static still rolled down his shoulder , thor flew to her side in an instant , and cocooned the child's wire - thin frame in the fold of him . her head laid to rest against the unsteady beat of ancient heart . he was careful to put himself between waif's sight and the remnants of gold - dust and light . gentle as war - calloused hand caressed the face of the innocent .

❝ luna . ❞

[chubbypie]

At the enfermary

Summary: you were a new doctor at a college, and one day, a hot and polite professor come to your office.

Warnings: smutt. Oral (v receiving). Fluff. Cute.

Wc:4.4k

It´s been some months since you started your new job, a doctor at the enfermary of the college. As you were new, every person who came to see you, the nurses would explain who they were. You were really fond of your job, especially in a cozy ambient like the college, it´s dark academia vibe always in the air, always giving you a feeling of peace and concentration.

You were used to receive a small number of students perday, always giving you time to focus on your researches on the end of the spedient. This was your reality until one very specific day, when you recieved a professor at your consultory. As the nurses told you, he was the head of the literature department. When he came in, you hold your breath for a few seconds as you took his kind face in. His features were sharp, the jaw beeing able to cut better then a scalpel, his deep green/blue eyes behind his glasses looking a bit in a rush, his thin lips pressed togheter, expressed cheekbone,some slight expression lines around his eyes. His hair was light brown, kinda long, but not to much, shaping perfect messy curls. You were informed his name was Professor Hiddleston.

"Hello." He greeted.

"Hello! Please, take a sit." You pointed to the chair in front of your table. He quickly seated. "Professor Hiddleston, right? What can i do for you today?"

"Well, i have a small knee problem, and i usually take some pain killers for it. I always cary then with me, however, this morning, i had a reunion with the staff and left my house in a hurry and i happened to forget them. Moreover, in five minutes i have another class and, therefore, i don´t have time to come back home. So i came to the conclusion that the enfermary might have some." He explained.

"Sir, would you have some diagnostic from your doctor here with you, so i could know exactly what sort of pain killers to give you?"

" Unfortunatelly, i don´t have it now. But i take ibuprofen."

You got up from your chair and went to the cabinet in the wall. As you found the medicine and turned to him, you thought you saw him glancing at your back. Of course it was your imagination. You gave him the ibuprofen, he thanked you and said good bye.

That night, you found yourself thinking about the unexpected presence of the professor at your office. A couple of weeks passed before you saw him again.

"Doctor y/n, Professor Hiddleston is here to see you. May i send him in?"

"Sure." You said in a low volume. You were startled to receive him at this time of the day, since it was 6 pm and all the teachers were supposed to have leaved to their homes. There were only students who lived at the campus this time.

"Hello," he said politely, "I hope i´m not disturbing you at this time!"

"Not at all. I have time here until 7 pm." You said with a smile. " How can I help you?"

"Well, as you know, i have a knee problem, and everything was fine until the middle of this morning. I was going to get some brunch when i suddenly felt a sharp pain run through my leg. I went directly to my office to get some medicine. I took it and waited. The hours passed and the pain lighted a little, but i can not do rough movements. Now, you might be asking yourself why i came here, instead of my doctor. This week he is at a conference in Chicago, and i don´t have any other to go. At lunch break, i remembered you, and how kind you were to me the last time, so i decided to come here."

"You are always welcome here, professor!" You said blushing as his gaze weighted on the small necklace that rested at your slight cleavege. " So, tell me everything about your knee sore."

" In the middle of last year i broke my knee while i was rehearsing for the anual play of the college. I had spent weeks at fencing training with other collegue and some day i went to rough at a step and i felt, feeling my knee deslocate and broke. I passed through a surgery and many physiotherapy. I got my knee back on the game again, but with some limited movements."

" How long did the swelling persisted?"

"About a week."

"Can you run?"

"I usually avoid."

"Did you took any other kind of medicine for pain?"

"Morphine in the begining and sometimes paroxetine."

You took some notes in your computer and then looked back at him. "Well, Professor, if you don´t mind,i would like to analise your knee to see if everything is in order."

"Sure. And, please, you can call me by my name."

"I´m sorry sir, but i´m new here, and the nurses only introduced you to me as Professor Hiddleston." You said with an uncomfortable smile.

"Oh, that´s right, i never properly introduced myself. I´m Thomas, Thomas Hiddleston. But you can call me Tom." He sais as he reaches you a hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Tom. I´m y/n l/n." You say as you shake his hand. His hand were lightly caloused. You guidded him to the litter. You hadn´t observed his character until now. He was really tall, had a lean body. Broad shoulders like a swimer. You could see he worked out those arms throught his navy blue sweater. He wore slim black jeans pants, and when he seated, you could see thigh muscles clunge to them.

As he sat, you got closer to him, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You put one hand above his knee, squeezing the top part. You feel his thigh muscles stiff. " Does it tickle?" You asked with a grin, still looking at your hand on his knee.

"A little." He says with a chuckle. He couldn´t take his eyes from your profile. He observed the hair you just lowly tired to get out of the way. He passed his eyes through your long legs while you still analyzed his injury. You were wearing a beige pantalona pants with a black social shirt buttoned until a few centimeters from your collar bone, which held a necklace. You were tall for a woman, not the skinny tipe nor the fat, right in the middle. You had thick thighs and arms. Your waist was noticable. Your hair reached your breasts, it was brown, with little curls at the end. Your pupils were black. You didn´t considered yourself to much pretty, considering that everyday you saw a bunch of skinny college girls. However, in Hiddleston´s mind, you were the prettiest woman he had ever laid his eyes on. But appearence was little for him, he really knew that he felt something for you when he noticed three books on the corner of your desk, beside your computer. You had Byron, Tolkien and Homero. Of course you had other books too, but these three caught his attention. Such different authors. His curiosity was poking him to know more about your personality.

After you finished to analize his knee, you saw his knuckles were white, probably because of the tickles. "It doesn´t surprise me you have a disconfort, your knee is a little swollen. Did you do to much effort with it lately?"

"I went swiming last night, and before i went diving, i runned a little. I think that must be cause."

"Put your leg on top of the littler please." He did as asked. "If your knee get swollen again, do exactly what i´ll do now." You put both of your hands on his ankle and started to give squeezes until his knee. When it got there, you grabbed it and with the pad of your thumbs, you messaged it gently, circling it up his thigh. The only thing he could think about is how he wished his leg was bare, so he could feel your skin. "Got it?" You asked.

"Yes, thank you so much. My doctor would just have given me some medicine instead of teatching me this." He grinned.

"I hope you get better soon. Before you sleep, do the massage again and put your leg on a pillow. If tomorrow it still hurts, let me know."

You both said good bye and went to your houses. You were happy to have seen him again, he was not only handsome, but really polite. And, honestly, you loved his thyrsty glances at your body. The next day, after you had been in your office for an hour, the nurse asked you "There is someone here, may i send him in?"

"Yes." You responded. You were happy to see it was Professor Hiddleston.

"Hello, y/n."

"Hello! Is your knee better?"

"It´s perfect. I came here to thank you for yesterday. I know you are not supposed to do this kind of appointment with members of the college, so i really appreciate it."

"Please, it was nothing. You were in pain, and it could get really serious, since it was something involving a broken bone." You said.

"Well, i-i really wanted to ask you, if you don´t mind, and if you don´t have any plans, if you´d like to go for lunch with me today." He asked shyly, getting the courage to say it looking at your eyes in the end.

You were shocked for a moment. " Yes, i´d love to. What time is good for you?"

"My last class of this morning ends at 12:15. Does this sound good for you?"

"Perfect, i´ll wait you outside your class then."

"What time do you usually take a break?" He asked.

"12".

"If you want to wait for me inside of my class, feel welcome!" He offered.

You smiled and he went back to his building on the campus.

It was 12. You took your coat and headed to his class. You thought if you´d enter or not, but decided you would. You took a sit in the huge anfitriat. He was giving a lecture about Hamlet. You were sad you couldn´t hear it from the beggining.

His class finished and you headed to a restaurant out of the campus, so you could have privacy. You sat and ordered. As you waited, conversation floated around you two.

"So, you told you were new at the college. Where did you work before?" Tom asked.

"Actually, i was a resident at Burke´s hospital before i came here. I finished residency last year. And i thought, how i wanted to do some research, a quiet place to work would be nice, and nothing better then a college to work."

"What research are you doning right now?"

"Mostly some drug research, on how it´s lack of some specific condiments can affect the brain."

"It sounds amazing."

"Talking about amazing, i heard the end of your lecture today, it was trully interesting. I wish i had heard it from the beggining."

"You like Hamlet?" He asked with his brows rised.

"I love it. It´s one of my favourite plays. Not that i´ve read much of them, but still."

"What are your thoughts about it?"

"Well, i think my opinion is the most common one: the play exceed some niitch existentialism (if you consider him an existentialist), how beautiful Horatio and Hamlet´s friendship was, how incredulous was Claudius, how blind was his mother... You know, i hadn´t really depth myself on the play yet, so i could only notice this yet." As you finished, he was mesmerized.

"Well, after this brieth demonstration, i can assume that you are a really well read person." He said.

"It depends, actually, i just happen to know some stuff. But after this class today, i can see that you really knows are you talk about in this matter."

"It trully is my passion. Sorry my intrusion, but i saw yesterday that you had Homero on your desk. I would love to hear what you have to say about him."

"Oh, those books are the ones i haven´t read yet. That Homero will be my first book of his. But after i finish it, you´ll be the first one to know my thoughts about it. I´m curious, actually. As a literature professor, what do you like to read?"

"I really like Shakespeare roman plays, like Coriolanus, or Anthonio and Cleopatra. But i usually read phylosophers too."

"I´m really fond of phylosophy. What philoshopher did you last read?"

" My last one was Emmanuel Kant, do you know his work?"

"Toughth one! I know his work, but in a rude way. I like his idea of trying a truce between rationalism and empiricism. But his conception of morality, i´m absolutely passionated about it. What do you think of him?" You noticed his smile.

"It´s nice to find a like minded person. I am myself passionate about his morality thesys too. However, sometimes it can be dangerous, in my opinion." You frowned your brows in confusion."Well" he explained, "think of two people usying his concept of morality, one is considered goog, the other bad. The good person is prone to always think straight, to not take alternative paths to benefit them. Although, the bad person, they will try to convince themself that the thing they are trying to do is right, that in the end everyone would do the same, beacuse everyone´d want the same resoult as the person thinking about it. It can be considered a very subjective moral. And, lately, i´ve connected a few points that it lead me to Machiavelli, because, if the person considered bad use Kant´s morality concept, they would be gently impliyng that 'the end justifies the means', so, this person could be called machiavellic, thus, leading them to not being moral at their whole beeing, because everybody knows Machiavelli used to say how someone who wanted to stay in power could forget the morality for a little, for the greater good. So, it´s actually a paradox the Kant´s morality in bad people."

The food came and conversation went by. You went back to the college and since that lunch, you grew closer each day.

Two onths passed. The status of your realtionship growed to dates and more dates. Dinners at fancy restaurants, lunches at his office or yours, making out at movie theaters and at your office, you even spent nights at each others houses. But the making out never lead to anything more, it was just kisses, naughty hands and cuddles. So, at the beggining of the third month, you decided that it was time. You could feel that his hands always wanted to go down further, his mouth wanted to explore more of your body.

You headed to one of his lectures, it was in the middle. You just loved to watch him working. He always smiled blushing as he saw you at one of the chairs, always paying attention to every single world. His lecture finished. After everyone got out, you went to the wooden aisle and gave him a kiss on the cheek and invited him to your house this evening. He could clearly see your intentions in your gaze, and he was eager for you as well as you were for him.

"Consider it a pajama party, honey. So, now you know what to wear." You whispered at his ear and left his class. The night came, you put one of his shirts that he'd forgotten at your place one day, and you decided to wear nothing undernath it. Only a blood red lace penties.

He arrived. As you opened the door, you saw him in a pajama shirt and shorts. He was holding a piece of pie that he bought at your favorite place. You two dine,and he insisted on helping you do the dishes. He could make every moment special. As you washed and he dried, you two were listening to music and dancing with the song. After, you went to the couch to watch a movie, as always. But today you´d make a movement. Little you knew what he had in mind.

"Darling, what do you think if we watch it at your bedroom´s tv?" Without thinkin, you took his hand and went there. You both laid on the bed and you lighted some candles, so the lights would be better. As you were laid, he sat at the edge of the bed, in the middle of your ankles. He took one of your legs and started massaging it while looking softly at you.

"I remember the first time you touched me. I record that it was not a really good day for me, since i could barely walk because of the pain. But then you toutched me and my mind cleared for the first time in hours. Since that day, i was eager to feel more of you, and i think that it is finally the time, if you consent." You nodded. "Words, dove."

"Yes."

"Good. And if you let me, i´d like to take my time before worshiping you." You sighed as he changed the leg. His hands felt like soft cotton. After a while, he had moved behinde you, making you sit, then massaging your backs, slowly, with the right pressure. You laid again and he hovered your body, kissing you gently on the mouth before lowering himself to face your blood red lace panties. He took them of carefully, than inhaled sharply at the vision of your core, eyes hungry. He smoothed it with one hand, than lowered his face to kiss it. He took your legs on his hands and placed then above his shoulders. He trailed kisses through your inner thighs until your folds. Your breaths were heavy. Then, he started to slowly lick your clit, making you give quiet moans. He toyed with the tip of his fingers your entrance. One finger entered you, then another, curling themselves inside you. The fingers movement followed by his mouth working in your core made you a moaning mess. You arched your back and with his other hand he placed it gently at your pelvis. After a couple of minutes you say "T-Tom, i´m gonna cum."

"Please, my dove, whenever you are ready." It didn´t take you to long before cuming on his mouth. You could feel him licking your juices and humming in approval. "So pretty, so incredible perfect." He said locking at your body, making you blush inexpectedly.

You sat on the bed and went to give him a kiss on his neck. Your hand took the hem of his shirt and pulled it of. You had never seen him shirtless, only felt his muscles throw his sweaters. God, he was defined, his belly was slim as a wall, his shoulders and arms strong as the ones of a soldier. As you looked you ran your fingertips throug his pale skin, making him shiver below. With a bold attitude, you lean against him and kiss his mouth, one of your hands grabbing his manhood, gently squeezing, eager to know it. He took of his pants and went to kiss you again, but you avoided his mouth, looking at him and saying. "Are you that shy?"

"I beg your pardon?" He asks in confusion.

"Take of your boxers, silly." You say with a mischivious grin. He took of, exposing his length. It was perfect, a little thick and longer then the average. Perfect. You pushed him to lay down as you straddled his lap. You gave gentle thrusts on his cock with your hands. He was already hard so you hovered over his lap and sat back down, both of you moaning. It was the first time you heard him moan, and you loved the sound. It was deep and huski. You went for a kiss, but as you broke it for air, you realised he was now on top of you. He started to wickedly suck your neck as he thrusted slowly into you. After a while he starts to go harder. You were already starting to feel the heat on your lower stomach when he started to go faster. You screamed his name as he pushed you up and down whith his cock. "I know i´m wearing a condom, but i still feel the urge to ask, may i come inside you?"

"Of course, honey." In a metter of minutes, you cum, soon followed by him, as he felt your walls clunge on his length. Still inside you, he embraces your torso and pulls you to top him. "Am i not to heavy to stay with all my weight on top of you like this?" You shyly ask, with concern in your eyes.

"Darling, you weight less then my books." He says massaging your lower back. You kiss him passionately, thinking what you did to deserve this man. After cuddling for a while, you push his cock out of you and invites him to a shower.

Now, both bathed and ready to sleep, he whispers in your ear "I can not wait for more pajama nights like this."

[strawwritesfic]

Loki Laufeyson x Female!SHIELD Agent!Reader: Burdened with Glorious Sacrifices

Summary: Loki is burdened with many things, but luckily, you aren’t one those burdens.

Rating/Warnings: All (Post-Avengers (2012); canon divergence Post-Avengers (2012); not canon compliant; fangirls; fanboys; Helicarrier; SHEILD Agent!Reader; Lab assistant!Reader; fluff)

Requester: Anonymous

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Request: “Can I request one where random SHIELD agents flirt with Loki but he shows no interest in them cause he fell for a shy lab assistant instead? Everyone was surprised cause they expected him to go for someone stronger and more confident but Loki likes the idea of being the big protector and having some [sic] rely on his strength. He adores her shyness and tender heart and treats her like a princess."

Notes: A request long, long, long in the making. Goodness, I think it's been over two years since this anonymous person asked for this. It's not a terribly interesting interpretation of the request. They can't all be. But I feel that it meets the requirements, and I'm ready to move on to the rather more...colorful Loki request on my list—and put a dent in my expansive request list. If you're the person that asked me for this all those months ago, I hope you enjoy this!

Burdened with Glorious Sacrifices

At long, long, long last, you found yourself in the midst of a moment of perfect quiet. No Klaxons blaring, no unit head barking orders, no rock music pounding fit to shake the walls. Such moments were hard to come by on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier. Coworkers and bosses alike expected a lot of even a lowly laboratory assistant such as yourself. Go here; pick up this; learn to shoot that. Things had only gotten worse since the start of the Avengers Initiative, too. So when you finally had your usual lab to yourself, was it any wonder that you jumped at the chance to spend some alone time with the Hulk blood sample that had been sitting inside the Stark Industries-powered fridge all week?

"So that's how that works," you murmured to the empty room.

You hardly dared to remove your eye from the microscope long enough to scrawl down a few lines of notes. Someone else might shatter your solitude at any minute, wresting the instrument from you or demanding an errand that would pull you away from the sample. The Avengers were all onboard that day, true—something that went a long way in explaining the vacancy of your typically bustling workstation—but if Director Fury got it in his head that something needed done right away, the presence of superheroes wouldn't prevent someone interrupting you to take care of whatever it was Fury demand. You wanted to take advantage of being without company for as long as possible.

"Agent [L Name]," said a woman behind you.

Only your several years of (generally useless) field training prevented you from shrieking at this sudden invasion of your quiet time. Unfortunately, said training did not prevent you from sucking in a breath and turning on the spot.

Maria Hill rolled her eyes at your behavior. Your cheeks grew hot as she uncrossed arms and made her way over to your lab table.

"Yes, Commander?" you asked weakly.

Her stern expression didn't shift. "You're needed on the bridge."

Well, that couldn't be good. Lab assistants, as a rule, didn't get called to the bridge. They especially did not get called to the bridge in person by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s second-in-command. You licked your lips at the thought of just why anyone up there might want to see you, then asked:

"You came up here to tell me that? Why didn't you just use the intercom?"

"I did."

Clearly, your play for time wasn't about to earn you any points with Maria. You gulped and went on in a rush, "I really can't come to the bridge right this very minute, Commander. I just got to work on this sample. Would it be all right if I came up when I'm finished? It shouldn't be more than an hour."

Oh, who were you kidding? You weren't going to get out of trouble that way. No one had told you to look at the blood to begin with. All you'd likely managed with that stunt would be making Maria extra angry for not asking her how high when she said jump.

To your very great surprise, however, she narrowed her eyes at you for a mere handful of seconds before she turned to leave.

"Fine," she said.

"Fine?"

"Fine." She paused at the door to throw a very characteristic look at you over her shoulder. "But I can't guarantee that he'll still be in one piece when you get there."

"He? Who's he?"

"Your boyfriend. It's his check-in day. Don't tell me you forgot."

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. In the midst of your excitement to find yourself alone at work for once, you had entirely forgotten about the one day a month you could easily (and legally) see Loki. That Maria herself had come searching for you to attend to something regarding him could only be bad news. Before she could make it to the lift down the hallway, you put all your equipment and the blood sample away at a speed that might have got you mistaken for an Enhanced. Then you hurried after her to step inside the elevator before the doors closed.

Maria said nothing. Her pursed lips told you everything. Even if you'd had the wits about you to ask what Loki had done this time, you probably wouldn't have. What if you didn't like the answer? Taking a cue from her lack of small talk, you stared at the vertical crack in front of you so hard that your eyes began to water.

The doors opened seconds later. Maria unwound her crossed arms long enough to motion for you to step outside ahead of her. You could already hear a commotion coming from closer to the control point in the center of the bridge. Several voices spoke over each other in what sounded like excited—not terrified—tones, but you couldn't quite hear what they were saying well enough to confirm everyone's mood. Fury wouldn't call you in to stop a fight (not when he could get the satisfaction of seeing Captain America smash Loki's nose in with his shield), but Maria? Maria just might get more satisfaction out of seeing one of your coworkers smash your nose in instead.

You left the lift with your pulse pounding, though you did keep your arms from shaking at least. It took quite a bit of effort on your part to keep your eyes wide open as the bridge came into view. Bright afternoon sky blazed through the many windows. No dark figure stood at the controls, however. Fury must have had better things to do than referee whatever was going on.

And soon you spotted exactly what that was. One of the computer stations had drawn a crowd. A good six or seven S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dressed in familiar navy uniforms stood talking eagerly over one another. Fury had recently blocked all copies of Galaga on the organization computers, and last you'd heard, Mr. Stark hadn't come up with a way around it yet. Nobody was clustered around Cameron to watch him beat his latest high score, then.

Then you saw who the crowd was talking to. Just why Maria had called you up on Loki's check-in day became clear at once. A tall, dark-haired man with hollow cheeks stood at the center of the cluster of agents. A thick collar wrapped around his neck, and gleaming gold shackles kept his wrists firmly pulled toward the desk in front of him. As usual, Loki managed to look completely unbothered by such instruments as he smiled sardonically at the people surrounding him.

"Poor thing," you heard a woman say as you drew closer. "It can't be comfortable standing like that for hours on end."

"You've been waiting there for a long time, man. Are you thirsty? I could bring you some tea," said a man.

"Forget that! I brought grapes in my lunch. I could feed them to you one by one," said a second woman.

"Now, now," Loki purred. "You may all bring your offerings to me."

An excited murmur rose from the group as Loki’s green eyes swept across it.

“You.” He gestured as best he could with his hands restrained as they were. "Run along and retrieve those grapes. My beloved brother did not allow me to partake in breakfast before he insisted we traverse the realms, and who knows when he'll be back to retrieve me for lunch?"

A short-statured woman broke away to trot off in the direction of the nearest break room. She wore a glowing expression, and she did not stop to speak with you as she passed. The rest of the waiting agents resumed their fussing at once.

"He really shouldn't leave you chained like this."

"What if the Helicarrier falls out of the sky and you can't get out?"

"We could lose engine power again at any minute!"

"Truly," Loki bowed his head. "But then, Thor never has thought much about my well-being. It all started when I was about seventy years old..."

At last, you thought you were close enough to be heard without raising your voice. "Loki?"

His mouth snapped shut mid-sentence. The onlookers leaned in eagerly, waiting to hear the rest of his tale. Loki, however, looked over in your direction the moment he'd gathered his thoughts.

"[Name]!" he said.

The obvious delight in his tone caught his audience's attention. Every single person's head snapped toward you in unison—and not a single expression appeared happy.

You gulped.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary beings," Loki announced, "Agent [L Name]!"

All your coworkers continued to stare at you wordlessly. You could feel Maria doing the exact same thing behind you. Probably her idea of calling you up here had not involved giving Loki a better opportunity to show off. Thank God Fury seemed to be elsewhere that day. He would have already thrown the both of you into the newly repaired Hulk cell.

"Hi," you said uncomfortably.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be busy with work," said Loki.

Before you could answer, one of the men said, "yeah, [L Name]. What are you doing on the bridge? Don't you belong downstairs where you won't get in the way?"

If he could have seen Loki's expression growing colder and colder, that agent probably wouldn't have finished his sentence. As it was, the ice in Loki's genes was apparent as he said, "you will address her as Agent [L Name] until such a time as she requests you do otherwise."

The man looked as though he'd been slapped.

"So [Name]?" Loki turned the full force of his smile on you. "Why have you deigned to grace this vessel's bridge with your presence?"

"Commander Hill came and got me." You took a deep breath before plunging on: "She wanted me to come break this up. You're all causing a scene."

"A scene?" Now one of the women spoke up, indignant.

"We were all just talking until you barged in," said another.

"Why would Hill bother asking you to break up anything?" asked a man.

"What are you supposed to do to make us leave?"

"You're only a lab assistant."

"You can't even use your I.C.E.R. properly."

"Not to mention that all of us outrank you!"

Over and over and over they beat you with their words. You struggled to stand up straight under the full force of them. What could you say to defend yourself? They were right, each and every one of them. If only Loki hadn't been there to hear it. Maybe you didn't hang your head; maybe you didn't even flinch. But your lower lip trembled, and you knew that the moment Loki spotted that, he'd lose interest in you on the spot. Princes from other realms—even princes currently under galactic house arrest—didn't date girls so easily cowed by their peers.

“Silence!”

This voice belonged to Loki, and so people did, in fact, fall silent. Even the woman before, returning clutching a bag of red grapes, didn’t voice her obvious confusion. One by one, each of the agents present turned their attention back to him. But a smile no longer grace his narrow features. He stood at his tallest, head up to gaze down his nose at those surrounding him with undisguised scorn.

“I warn the lot of you to not insult the love of my considerably long life,” he said. “After all, your lives working for such a sloppily led organization will certainly be cut so short that none of you will be capable of so much as grasping what such a love entails. That [Name] has selected a more reasonable assignment does not make her lesser. In fact, I should think her career choice proves her vastly more intelligent that the standard-issue SHIELD agent that you all proclaim to be.”

You bit your lower lip, bracing yourself for another round of mockery.

One never came. Many grumbles did, as well as dark backward looks, but no one said a word as the group slowly dispersed. The woman with the grapes left without further comment herself.

Then you found yourself alone with Loki at last. When you finally gathered enough courage to face him, you found his frosty demeanor gone. In its place was a warm smile.

“Are you all right?” he asked gently.

What could you do in response to that besides hurry over to hug him?

“Thank you,” murmured into his neck.

“For what?”

“Saying all those nice things about me.”

“For once,” Loki said as you lifted your head to smile at him, “I only spoke the truth.”

Most people claimed Thor to be the most princely of the Asgardian brothers, but when Loki said things like that, you couldn’t imagine that was true. Loki’s charm struck you speechless. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to expect an answer from you on this occasion.

“Would you do me the honor of joining me for lunch?” he asked.

Your heart soared. “I’d love to.”

“Good. I’ll need feeding, seeing as you chased off my potential servant.”

Was he joking? With Loki, it was hard to tell. You decided to assume he was in this case. Chuckling, you stood on your toes to give him a swift kiss.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” you told him.

“I’ll be waiting, my princess. Unless, of course, Thor happens to remember where he left me before then.”

“Tell him to wait until we’re done with lunch. You need sustenance. I love you,” you added as you turned to leave.

“I love you as well.”

You shot him an enormous grin before you walked back to the lift. Several of the agents stationed nearby rapidly looked away from you and back at their screens as you passed. Maria remained exactly where you’d last seen her only long enough to roll her eyes. After that, she went to stand in Fury’s usual position on the bridge, and pretended as though she didn't see you hurrying back to your post.

Did you care? Not at all. Let them stare. Let them gossip. Though you were hardly the bravest, strongest, or smartest agent S.H.I.E.L.D. had to offer, Loki had chosen you. He could have chosen anyone, any of those vastly more talented people willing to sacrifice just about anything for him. But when your eyes found him one last time before the elevator doors closed, you saw him smiling at you from across the room.

A love like that was even harder to come across than the peace and quiet you’d been trying to enjoy earlier that day. Thankfully, Maria had interrupted all that. If it came down to a choice between standing in the center of attention or hiding in your lab, when it came to Loki, you’d pick standing in the center of attention every single time.

[spidergrotto]

peter post breakdown wearing oversized pajamas dark bags under his eyes hair ALMOST matted wandering around the tower (everyone’s shocked because they didn’t know he was even?? here??) grabbing literally everything in the kitchen before hiding in his room again.

he’s watching movies mindlessly eating really sour grapes, chocolate toast, chips, and yogurt. thor is the only person who has the ability to drag him out of his cave and get him excited to do ANYTHING.

“wanna go work in the lab? or i’ve got tickets..”

“i’m good mr.stark, thanks.”

“MAN OF SPIDERS, LETS GO GET SOME ICE CREAM AND—-”

“OF COURSE GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES”

[midnight-in-town]

((Spoilers for anime-only watchers !))

For manga readers: sounds familiar?

In the final arc, Sensei slowly developed settings (ch195) that are unfortunately probably heading towards a similar predicament:

(i love u Gudrid, thank you for supporting Thorfinn so well)

I don't think the Lnu people will be the real threat, though it's true that the rampaging epidemic is certainly a cause for concern and I'm looking forward to finding out how Thorfinn will handle the whole "kill a few to save the many" approach that Canute is meanwhile conducting in Europe.

TBH I'm wayyy more worried about that guy Styrk...

...because his identity is a misery for a probably very relevant reason. I first thought he was Garm (because of the fake face marks and the spear), but at times he sounds too clever to be Garm lmao. He makes me think of Askeladd (purposely written that way by Sensei), though we know for certain that Askeladd is dead.

However, since it's the final arc, it is also to be expected that some events to come will parallel prior events of the series, so that Thorfinn realizes and proves how far he's come since the Prologue. That's why I think Karli might eventually be in danger, leading Thorfinn to live exactly through the situation that caused his own father's death, during the Prologue.

Meanwhile, in the village, since men slowly get ready for war against the Lnu people (thanks for nothing, Styrk), there will probably be a decisive moment in which the left alone women and children will be in danger, exactly like it happened to Arnheid, from the Ketil Farm Arc.

Hopefully, Thorfinn and his allies (Einar, Gudrid, Hild, Bug-Eye, Cordelia, etc) will both times manage to outlive these parallels.

Oh and by the way, I don't know yet if Sensei did it on purpose, but Thorfinn's village of settlers in Vinland is even called Arnheid's Village. If that's not possible foreshadowing, I don't know what is. T_T

[midnightwind]

coming to the realization that if I ever properly share my DAV fic, I'm likely going to fall into the trap of writing a few sections twice because I like writing Spite too much, but giving his internal nonsense means writing from Lucanis' POV

[lokijiro]

Thor knows that his baby brother always needs to be reminded that he's getting cold and he needs to put on his gloves and his hat and his scarf. He actually always carries an extra pair of gloves, and extra hat and an extra scarf should his baby brother need them.

Loki knows that during the winter he needs to escape quickly if Thor starts walking in his direction.