#a lot of odin hate in this one

[all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams]

Rewatched Thor: The Dark World and wrote notes the entire time. There are a lot more this time I think. So enjoy ig.

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YOOO THE NINTH DOCTOR WASSUP BUDDY

I want to aggressively make out with him (loki) [part 2]

he looks good in chains idk what else to say

he looks particularly good in this movie and he's the main reason I enjoy and tolerate this movie

also THE HAND THING THE HAND THING. will never pass up the opportunity to point out the amazing acting behind loki and frigga and their entire dynamic and everything.

what if i strangle Odin with my bare hands? what then huh? WHAT THEN?

I hate odin with my entire being idc for his reasonings he was a shit father and I hope he went to Hel

loki doesnt talk about thanos (glares at writers) to anyone and let's everyone believe his war on earth was of his own volition. many say it was his pride, but I also think it's because he didnt think anyone would believe him so why bother? and he probably didnt think anyone would care enough either way and he would still end up in a cell

I cant tell but there may be tears in his eyes yet again (loki)

why does the bifrost have to be so long

your respect and gratitude mean nothing eat shit and die old man

the guy she's on a date with is really nice

ERIK 😭😭😭 PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON WHAT ARE YOU DOING

FUCK YOU ODIN EAT. SHIT. AND. FUCKING DIIIIE. cannot believe he called her a fucking goat. I dont even think he cares about loki having tried to rule earth because it's obvious he carries the same thoughts and feelings that loki presented in the avengers movie. he's no fucking better.

cant even admit that there might be a possibility that the dark elves are alive. I fucking hate him.

the power it took for him force out those words. that lie. he loves his mother sm and it's obvious he regrets his words after by the way he reaches for her, the tears in his eyes after her clone fades away and the look on his face.

I think there's a lot in what frigga says. "youre always so perceptive about everyone, but yourself." this loki didnt go to the TVA but the one that did. this sentence is very true about loki. and it's at the TVA that he for once let's himself be perceptive about himself. lets himself be honest and true about who he is and the reason he does things. the little things ig.

they really dumb down thor in later movies I think

he let out almost everyone but loki. probably a smart move

DONT TAKE THE STAIRS TO THE LEFT

heimdall hoofing it man. he's fucking awesome I love him

what were you saying oh great Odin allfather about the dark elves being dead??

frigga is so powerful and amazing I love her

FRIGGGGGAAAAAAA NOOOO 😭😭😭

cant believe they didnt even allow loki to go to her funeral it's so fucked up

they just had a fucking guard tell him. neither thor nor odin could march their fucking asses down there and do it themselves? I wouldn't recommend odin but come the fuck on HIS MOTHER DIED

odin is so fucking arrogant can he fucking die already

heimdall you've committed treason so many times I've lost count

loki makes me so fucking sad

thor really pisses me off sometimes. he questioned loki once about everything in the avengers movie and then he just completely disregards that ever again. he barely tried to help loki or understand anything at all going on with him. he acts like he really truly tried but he really truly fucking didnt and it pisses me off that he acts that way.

I really am a loki apologist. I forget how much until I watch these fucking movies. loki deserved fucking better and I will always stand by that

loki 😭 I love his little shenanigans

can loki not summon a weapon from one of his little pocket dimensions

I love the little smirk on his face after jane punches him. also i love his voice like it's just. very attractive.

they really are siblings. these are the most sibling interactions ever.

FUNCKING JUST PUSHED HIM RIGHT OUT BET HE WAS DYING TO DO TAHT THE ENTIRE TIME LOKI WAS PESTERING HIM

loki looks so excited I just know this is all fun for him ALSO THE LITTLE TADAAA I LOVE HIM

"I wish I could trust you." and then the look Loki's face. my heart breaks into a million little pieces as I've found Loki easily does to me. and then his "You can trust my rage." I believe that's in regards to the murderous rage in him against the elves for murdering his mother. but there's always more than that.

I love watching loki fight

do we think loki believed he was actually going to die? i think he did and that he meant each I'm sorry as he thought it would be his last chance to say so. and he really didnt do this for Odin. obviously. he may have his problems with thor but he loves his brother. and his mother. he did it for them.

and there's loki waltzing off as an asgardian guard. giving news of his "death" to odin. bet he was curious how he would react.

is that the dude from the witcher?? the guy yennefer dated briefly ??

I'm bored now. not enough loki 😒

now at this point we know this is loki and not actually odin. these words are loki's and they mean so much more coming from him. I also find it funny how menacing they had left it off with him on the throne and when we come back to it he's writing plays about himself and indulging in wine and theater built a statue of himself etc,. etc,. I think despite his unseriousness he was being a better king than odin i mean everyone seemed pretty happy the only complaints if i remember were from outside of asgard.

sif and the big red headed guy (I cant remember his name I'm sorry) are obviously bringing the other stone here upon king's orders. loki's orders. because loki knows thanos is out there looking for them and possibly even him. keeping both in the same place would make it that much easier for thanos. I love the little things. I really do.

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[wiclowmakers]

been thinking a lot about how odin weaponizes his abuse and emotional violence to keep his family in line,  to the extent that thor is both a victim of it and a further perpetuator of it.  literally in the very first scene where we meet thor and,  despite his anger,  thor is polite,  respects the rule of hospitality,  and while being a prolific alcoholic who has given up drinking,  offers mead as a gift to his host.

and then odin barges in and proceeds to  a)  insult thor’s dead sons to his  face,  calling modi and magni  “useless,”  and outright remarking that their deaths don’t matter,  b)  proceed to push alcohol at thor over and over and even INSULTS thor for abstaining from alcohol,  and then  c)  insults thor in front of everyone,  remarking he’s only good for his strength,  before expecting thor to fight kratos

it’s actually horrifying the more you watch because it’s just so insidious???  like thor pouring two drinks,  one for kratos and one for atreus         kratos immediately pushes one of the cups to thor,  implying he won’t drink first because he doesn’t know if it’s poisoned.  HE doesn’t know that thor has quit drinking;  thor grumbles about the temptation,  but otherwise resists.  when odin comes in,  odin helps himself to BOTH drinks,  and after he’s taken a sip,  he  pushes the cups at thor.  it’s not just that he’s moving them out of the way,  he very deliberately pushes the cups towards thor  BOTH  times.  then he remarks that thor  “is no fun anymore,”  needling thor for his refusal to drink.

like wow wow wow no wonder thor is passively suicidal.  no wonder he’s stopped taking care of himself.  no wonder mimir left and freya tried to run and tyr has been locked away.  odin turns everyone around him into bombs that he lights the fuse on for his own amusement and lobs at his enemies,  and he doesn’t care if he kills his own family doing so.  

[musclesandhammering]

I don’t know how I’ve been meta-ing about the Odinson family for years and never picked up on this, but wow.

You know this fits with my very specific headcanon about their childhoods though.

I think from the time they were born, Odin was super paranoid about Thor- his offspring, his actual biological heir- turning out like Hela, and sort of just saw Loki as this extra kid he picked up at the seven eleven on the way home one day so he wasn’t too worried about him. And so he hyper focused on Thor when they were children- trying so hard to groom him into this honourable asgardian patriot instead of a murderous conquerer- and pretty much just ignored Loki altogether.

But then, when the two of them entered their teens, Thor was arrogant and enjoyed fighting too much, but was otherwise exactly what Odin wanted him to be. But at the same time, Odin suddenly realised how powerful Loki was growing up to be and how underhanded he was and how much rage he was hiding and mentally went “Oh fucking shit.. I worried about the wrong one.” And because Loki was already so old, he figured it was too late to try to shape him into something better, so instead he crucified Loki for every mistake he made, was constantly suspicious of him at every turn, made it clear that he didn’t trust him and thought he was going to turn out to be a villain… and for years Loki had to exist knowing his father saw him as an enemy. And he tried to prove him wrong, but Odin is a stubborn jackass so it never worked. And so the rest of the story goes..

I just love the concept of Odin’s own paranoia being the thing that lead to everyone’s downfall.

so is nobody gonna talk about how Mjolnir used to be Hela’s?!! i can’t believe i didn’t even notice this during the mural scene until my second viewing. like, she didn’t catch the hammer because she is more powerful than Thor (being Odin’s firstborn and all), she caught it because it was her hammer.

i need to go back and watch the first Thor film bc i think Odin said something along the lines of “the hammer is a tool to build and not just a weapon to destroy”, which is why he FLIPPED OUT when Thor went on that little destruction bender against the Frost Giants and HOLY MOLY Thor and Odin’s headbutting matches in the first film mean so much more now than just father and son disagreements about leading Asgard!!!

and then there’s Heimdall’s line during Thor’s vision in Age Of Ultron “You’re a destroyer, Odinson. See where your power leads.“ Destroyer = a family trait.

Meanwhile, we’re all over here worried about Loki doing evil things, but it was never about Loki.

Odin wasn’t concerned about Thor being too immature to lead, he was terrified Thor was headed down the same path of destruction and conquest as his first child, so he banished Thor to Midgard and placed a child-security-lock on the hammer to prevent a potential Hela 2.0 and i need to lay down now 0__0

Odin is still a shit parent for not coming clean about all of this. being straightforward and honest coulda saved a lot of hassle…fuckin odin >:C

[fluffyfantasticducky]

Mistakes and regrets

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki is a prisoner that sees his way out through pretending to date you, but when he finds true love he doesn't know how to deal with the guilt of making a very similar damage to the one that had been done to him when he was used for what originally were selfish reasons.

☆ Word Count: 10.5k, I think that's my longest fic yet, and written in the shortest time lapse, not sure what that says about my mental stability rn.

☆ Notes: As I proofread I noticed this could be interpreted as generational trauma, sort of... given I made Loki sort of mirror what Odin did to him. But I wasn't trying to be deep, I just felt like shit during the week and used this to cope. The fic might be cringy as a result, I am honestly not sure.

☆ Warnings: Depression and guilt are the focus points of this storyline. Loki starts is kinda toxic his behavior here isn't meant to be romanticized or intended to be extrapolated to real life, I just wanted to explore a narrative surrounding poor decisions and the dealing of its consequences. The reader is kinda a Mary Sue of sweetness but I just wanted to hammer in Loki feeling bad and guilty. I don't know if this is a trigger but I touch the vault scene of Loki and Odin and Odin being forgiven is also handled, Idk if that's trigger warning worthy but I know most of the fandom hates him.

“You’re not making it any for me brother.” Thor spoke through the glass.

“I want my freedom, brother.” Loki sighed, sitting down on the uncomfortable bench. “Don’t think of me as ungrateful, but as much as I appreciate not being executed, I can’t exactly call this a life.”

“Director Fury insisted, I’ve tried explaining to him that New York was a complicated situation. But he wants to be sure you are not a threat to Earth– uh, Midgard.”

“You've surely adapted well to living here” Loki rolled his eyes. “Pathetic.”

“Cooperate with me, I brother” Thor begged. “I want to help you, but I need you to help me first.”

“I’m not sure what I am expected to do from here” Loki huffed annoyed.

Thor sighed and gave his little brother a sympathetic look. Loki was frustrated, and he couldn’t blame him. He would be too if he got brainwashed, had all his anger, sense of betrayal and resentment exploited to torture an innocent planet, and still be the one to pay for said crimes… Sure he wouldn’t be all jokes and laughs.

“I’ve been negotiating a way to test your stability and get your freedom” Thor smiled hoping to cheer up his brother. And he made Loki look up. “It’d be a bit uncomfortable at first. But I know you can prove yourself. You’d have to wear cuffs or a while, but you’d be free to walk around with me and the others on trips to the city.”

“Hooray…” Loki rolled his eyes.

“Please brother, I’m trying, I just need you to be patient.” Thor spoke sadly as he made his way out. “I hate this as much as you do.”

“Do you?” Loki said. “As far as I know, you’re not the one in a crystal cell.”

“Alright, almost as much as you do.” Thor joked softly and Loki did chuckle weakly.

He agreed that Thor had been furious. But it all happened so fast.

Thor had managed to land a fatal blow on Thanos’ chest and soon Steve, Natasha, and Bruce had arrived to back him up and retrieve the Infinity gauntlet. They opened a portal to bring back Tony, Doctor Strange, and the Spider Ling… And surprisingly a weird group of space travelers.

When Thor realized they could travel to anywhere in the universe they opened a portal to rescue the Asgardian ship. There were a lot of severe wounds but surprisingly Thanos had failed, he underestimated the strength of Asgard, and most people could be saved.

“Thor!” Valkyrie screamed and rushed to hug the king.

“Valkyrie! You are alright! Thank goodness!” Thor smiled in relief and hugged his friend.

“Thor you have to come quick!” Valkyrie urged him. “It’s Loki!”

Thor’s heart sank, his heart couldn’t stand burying the only family member he had left. Thor had lost his parents… he had seen his whole planet die. But not his baby brother. Not Loki. Not again.

“Please… not now… Let’s treat the wounded ones first…” Thor spoke with a knot on his throat. “I want to focus on saving lives first.”

“Thor, you don’t get it! He’s alive!” Valkyrie scolded him. “But he’s in a critical state! We need to take him to a safe place to treat him.”

A tear streamed down the new king’s face, and he felt as if he had finally put down a enormous boulder he had been holding onto. He didn’t lose Loki.

“Take me to him!” Thor urged them.

Valkyrie took Thor to a damaged room in the ship that had been used as an improvised infirmary. In the corner laid a figure Thor knew too well being treated by healers.

“Brother!” Thor said. “Oh Gods… You’re alive…”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily thunder brain… ugh…!” Loki joked weakly as he groaned in pain. The healers begged him not to move as they tried stabilizing his condition. His neck had been nearly obliterated.

It was a miracle Loki hadn’t died and that the healers had managed to find him on time.

“We couldn’t abandon him” one of the healers spoke politely to her king. “After all, it was because of you and prince Loki that Lady Valkyrie managed to evacuate the survivors. We apologize for not finding you, my king.”

“It’s no problem at all” Thor laughed in an uncharacteristically quiet manner. He was breathless. “Thank you for saving my brother’s life.”

The lady healer let out a sheepish giggle and bowed. Loki rolled his eyes, earning a lecture from the healers that were still treating him. King or not, Thor still had that charm that seemed to make most people swoon.

The reunion was interrupted by a group of soldiers that broke in with a logo on their uniforms that made Thor’s blood boil when they pointed their weapons at Loki. SHEILD.

They picked up the stretcher where Loki was laying in and took him away to lock him up.

Apparently, the news travel fast, but SHIELD travels faster, and hearing Loki was alive was enough to mobilize and capture the injured God and lock him in a crystal prison cell in a SHIELD base. If Loki had a coin for every time that happened… he’d have two.

He couldn’t say Thor didn’t do anything about it. He could hear the thunders and enraged screams from his brother, demanding for an explanation and Loki’s immediate liberation.

“I demand my brother is released immediately!” Thor yelled.

“You should consider yourself grateful we’re allowing your witches to go and heal that world-level threat! He would be better off dead!”

“Don’t you dare speak of my brother like that! Me and all of my people would’ve died if it wasn’t for him!”

Loki wasn’t sure if he was amused or if he felt bad.

It did stroke his ego being called “Asgard’s hero” in the middle of the yelling. It shouldn’t have surprised him that Nick Fury was just as loud as Thor when angry. He couldn’t complain much. It made it much easier to hear what was going on, which was good, he was too weakened to use his magic to spy on them.

The healers tending to his neck sure seemed awkward overhearing the fight. It must have been uncomfortable to be doing your job in a high security cell. So, he tried entertaining the healers as he could. Although all he got was a lecture when his magic drained his energy, and they needed him awake to monitor him.

Soon he got better, he but wasn’t allowed to be out of his cell. It was a bit nostalgic, in some dark and twisted way. It even made him want to fix his old horned helmet, even if Thor would call him a cow for wearing it.

And when things couldn’t get worse… he met you.

“It’s lunch time” a voice said in a weirdly friendly tone before you head popped by the entrance as you balanced a tray of food on your head in an attempt to amuse Loki. He wondered if there were buffoons in Midgard, but you always tried to draw a laugh from him… Tried.

“Tough crowd, eh?”

Loki couldn’t not be baffled by the way you talked to him. Although he couldn’t decide if that was because you surely knew his reputation as Midgard’s terrorist or because you always talked in a friendly and goofy tone in a maximum-security prison in a super-secret spy agency. You also seemed to be awfully young to be here, but you couldn’t be much older than the girl Barton took as his protégée.

“What’s on the menu today?” Loki asked in a more formal tone.

“Why the hurry?” you asked, “don’t tell me you got somewhere else to be.”

“You think you are a lot funnier than you really are” Loki rolled his eyes. “And it’s not very nice to make fun of someone’s disgrace.”

“I hear you think I’m at least a little bit funny” you smiled as you kept balancing the tray of food on your head.

“Please don’t drop my food, I’d like to have at least something to eat” he rolled his eyes.

You tripped on your feet, and he saw the tray falling down, you caught it last second with your shins, and gave him a little sheepish grin.

“Alright, alright, I’m impressed” Loki groaned. “Can I eat now please? Or is having you torment me part of some attempt to break me?”

“Why are you so moody?” you asked. “More than usual, I mean.”

“I’m starving, and you humans eat way too little” Loki finally admitted. “But that is still better than nothing… Please.”

You stopped playing around and you looked at him as you got the tray into his cell.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were eating so little.” You admitted.

“I barely have energy to cast small illusions, which would serve to entertain myself.” Loki complained as he sat to eat and you sat by the table and looked at him, you didn’t seem afraid, curious at most. You watched him eat and took his dirty plates by the end.

You weirded him out.

You always did something along the same lines; you came to bring him food, teased him a little and then left when you were gone. Although this time you had asked more questions about him. And you seemed more pensive while he ate.

And later that day he got a surprise. Usually, he just saw you to deal with you while he ate. But today you returned with a brown paper bag on your hands and a backpack, you never carried personal objects with you.

“What now?” he groaned.

You said nothing but opened the door to pass him food and slid the bag inside. Loki opened his end and grabbed the bag, it was warm, and it had a strong smell inside, he reached and pulled out a weird soft cushion with a white cover.

“Bur…ger? What this?” he asked as he read the yellow letters.

“It’s food” you smiled. “Cafeteria is closed until dinner, so I thought bringing you something else might boost your mood.”

“This looks like junk” he snarled, making you laugh.

“It’s something like that.”

Loki looked inside the bag and looked at you.

“There’s no fork.”

“You eat it with your hands” you smiled and pretended to grab a burger and bite it. “Like a sandwich.”

“What’s a sandwich?” Loki asked, making you laugh again.

Loki tried to take a bit, imitating your gesture, but you stopped with a squeaky laugh.

“Unwrap it first!” you laughed. “The white thing paper is not edible.”

Usually Loki would’ve argued more. But he had been really hungry, so he agreed.

“The taste is agreeable enough.”

“Try the fries!” you said eagerly.

“These yellow sticks?” he asked pulling out one fry from the bag, and you giggle once again, he was learning you were quite easy to amuse.

“Yes, the yellow sticks, they’re potatoes with salt and soaked in hot oil to cook them” you smiled.

“That sounds unhealthy” he said, but he surely didn’t pass up the extra meal, and while he’d never admit it, but it was tasty.

“It is on the long run” you agreed. “But you don’t eat these every day. It’s more like… something you eat when you particularly crave it. Like a treat.”

“What’s on your bag?” Loki asked, a lot more agreeable now with a full stomach.

“Ah, you said you didn’t have much to do” you said and passed him bag. “It’s a portable DVD player and old movies.”

“I understood the word portable from that whole sentence” Loki said in an obvious tone.

He wasn’t new to technology, but unlike Earth, Asgard only used technology for practical purposes like travel and fighting. Never for entertainment.

“You can watch recorded over produced plays on the screen” you said adapting to what Loki might be familiar with. “Fury said you can’t have access to internet, so I thought since I don’t use this anymore it’d keep you entertained while Thor negotiates your freedom. And if you need something else, I could surely get it for you.”

Loki was trying to process it all while he followed your instructions to set up the devices you brought him. Now he’d finally give some use to the electricity plugins on his cell.

“Why are you so nice to me?” Loki asked.

“I don’t know” you shrugged. “You seem like you could use some kindness.”

“I’m a charity case?” Loki asked, not sure if he was thankful or offended.

“You wish. If I was charitable, I would’ve brought a fancy brand of fast food, and you’re a good junkyard to bring my old stuff” you snarled, making Loki laugh, for real this time.

Your cheeks flushed and were soon surrounded in a clod of silver mist. And when it disappeared you had vanished already.

Now that… Loki didn’t see coming. He had heard of your kind when he took control of some of SHIELD agents, humans with supernatural abilities. You were a mutant, and for the looks of it, one with teleportation powers. Now it made sense why someone seemingly so ordinary was in a place like this, flirting with a prisoner.

Interesting.

The next few days you kept bringing him food as usual, but two things had changed. One, the portions were bigger now, Loki now got to eat to a point where he was satisfied. Two, you joked around a lot less, in fact, you simply brought the food and stayed nearby in silence, and Loki had caught you staring at him with rosy cheeks.

So, you did fancy him… Truly interesting. And quite flattering too, he at least had to agree you were quite appealing to stare at.

“I watched one of your… Dee Bee Dees…” Loki started the conversation while he ate. “The one with the funny doctor…”

“That… doesn’t narrow it down much” you finally spoke. “Sarcastic asshole with a wounded leg?”

“He is sarcastic, but he treats patients with joy and laughter and goes against the rules. Like the pair of legs at the entrance” Loki specified. “It was a sweet story… I did feel bad for him when he lost his… you know.”

“Ah, yeah…” you said sadly.

For a few more days, the routine kept like that, you seemed a lot shyer than before and now Loki was the one pursuing your attention and with an arsenal of movies you had watched he always had a way to start conversation.

When he was sure he had properly understood your interest in him, he made his move.

While Loki wasn’t as flashy as Thor, he never had much trouble swooning anyone of his interest, with years of etiquette lessons and nourishing his mind with the most exquisite novels and books Asgard had to offer he knew how to charm anyone he desired.

And soon enough he was courting you. He recited for you the collection of the most exquisite verses he had memorized and casted his illusions of roses and butterflies for you to enjoy a romantic set up.

Soon Fury had two people demanding for his liberation. And since Loki had been in his best behavior Fury didn’t have an excuse to keep Loki locked up and while he had a tracker on his ankle and Asgardian magic bracelets capable of suppressing his magic.

You were there when they let Loki out and he made sure to hug you first. The more in love he seemed, the sooner he’d be truly free. You melted against his embrace and wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug.

Loki felt a light tug on his chest. He couldn’t remember the last time someone out of his parents and Thor been so eager and happy to hug him.

“I had been dreaming of this…” you spoke softly. “And your hugs are even cozier than I imagined.”

That felt like a dagger to his heart. Why were you so sweet?

“Alright, Bambi, if you try something your little sweetheart will let us know right away, got it?” Tony warned him.

You wrapped your arms around Loki’s bicep pressing yourself against him.

“He’s gonna be perfect” you defended him. “And if I’m wrong you can lock me up as well for helping a criminal out.”

Second dagger. What kind of idiot were you trusting him so blindly? Could you really not see he just wanted his freedom?

Loki finally had a proper room, or something like that. He would be staying in the Avengers Compound when the Helicarrier landed… until then there was a room where he, Thor, and basically everyone stayed.

Your bed the one right above Loki’s. Loki sighed. Just a few more days. Loki laid down and saw you looking down at him, peeking from your bed with big sparkling eyes.

“Yes?” Loki said in his best sweet loving tone.

“S-Sorry…” you mumbled as your cheeks got red. “I’m just really happy you’re here.”

“Aww, young love…” Kate cooed.

“SHUT UP! I’M OLDER THAN YOU!” you screeched and threw a pillow right at her face, making Loki smiled softly.

“You’re both babies…” Yelena grinned.

“Shut up, you hag!” you and Kate argued.

“You’re all babies…” Bucky corrected.

“DON’T STICK YOUR NOSE, YOU FOSSIL!” the three of you argued.

“I’m… not gonna join this argument being 1,500 years old” Thor laughed and soon eased the mood in all laughter again.

Meanwhile Loki wouldn’t stop thinking what you said to him. “I’m happy you’re here.” Third stab… How could you be so happy and attached to him so easily and quickly?

The next few days he had resigned to adapt to train with you. He had been a warrior all his life, but being a soldier was too boring for him. It was a lot of training, gym workouts, more training, and meetings. He saw you nodding off during the latter. Where did you pull the energy to play and joke around with him when you went to bring food to him while he had been locked up?

You yawned and rested against his shoulder as you dozed off during lunch once. You were so warm and trusted him more than he deserved. You seemed awfully comfortable around him.

Every spare moment you had was dedicated to him, you were awfully cuddly and touchy. Loki wasn’t used to this in the slightest. At first playing along seemed impossible. But your kisses were so gentle and tender, more often than not he found his eyes fluttering close and his hands wrapping around your waist in a loving way. Even sharing a room with a lot of people seemed more fun if he got to study your reactions.

“Take that!” you screamed as you and Kate smacked each other with pillows, but when a stray pillow hit Natasha in the back of the head, it was war.

Everyone was throwing and hitting each other with pillows until someone pushed you to Loki’s arms who had stayed out of the war as just a bystander. No one seemed to be paying much attention to him, but now you were.

Your face was beet red, and you were blabbering apologies if you had hurt him, (which, you hadn’t). But Loki simply smiled and grabbed your sides and started squeezing them, causing you to squeal and burst out laughing.

Oh, of course you were ticklish, he should’ve known. Hel, you irradiated this aura that just screamed “tickle me!” And as the God of Mischief, he was drawn to ticklish little things such as yourself, to make sure he could exploit every ticklish little inch of your giggly body. It had always been a pretty harmless way to ease his need to cause mayhem.

Soon the entire room was in fits of laughter since Loki had unintentionally inspired a tickle war.

“H-Hohohohoney! Pleahahahahase!” you begged Loki, “thahahahahat tickles!”

“So? I hope it doesn’t bother you, my dear” Loki purred in your ear as his fingers traveled up and down your ribs, causing you to screech. “I think I’d like to play with my pretty little toy some more…”

“Nohohohoho! Please! Hehehehehe! S-Stop it!” you giggled until you had proofed to reappear at the top bunk bed, right by the time someone else had surrendered and called truce.

Thor. His stomach was sore from laughing and he needed a break. But the big Asgardian was confident enough to not be affected by being the one to surrender in such harmless play fight.

“I’m nostalgic” Thor laughed. “Reminds me of the sleep overs with Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun and Sif.”

“I wouldn’t know, I was never invited.” Loki said.

“WHAT?!” you gasped and threw a pillow at Thor’s head in Loki’s defense. “JERK! TO YOUR OWN BROTHER!”

“What do you mean?” Thor asked. “You rejected us every time.”

“What are you talking about? You never invited me, brother” Loki explained. “By the time I had found out, you were all locked in your chambers.”

“Sif and the guys always said you said no” Thor said. “That’s why I always made smaller sleepovers with just you and me. I thought you hated big groups.”

Loki never thought Thor had been clueless, if anything he thought it had been him who rejected him, it never occurred to him it was the rest that orchestrated Loki’s exclusion. It made sense in retrospect, they were more Thor’s friends, not Loki’s.

“I enjoy time to myself,” Loki agreed. “But I’ve never been against big events. I always thought it was you who didn’t want me near your friends…”

“Of course not, brother…”

“Don’t feel bad, Loki” Yelena said in a tone that eased the mood. “Nat used to have sleepover with friends and ban me from her room the whole night. But we’re sisters, adopted or not.”

“I said I was sorry, and I was 11 you resentful crybaby!” Natasha argued with a laugh.

You noticed that had hit a sensitive spot-on Loki and went to sit behind Loki to give him a hug from behind. And it was unexpectedly comforting, he sighed as you kissed his cheek. Growing more and more used to your doting affection, you were also rather good to read his mood by now.

It just made him feel more guilty, so he tried changing the subject.

“You poof around when tickled, hm?” Loki chuckled. “Noted.”

“Not just when I’m tickled, when I get worked up by almost anything…” you explained. “I can’t always control it.”

“I see… so, I get you all worked up…” Loki flirted, making you jolt and squeak with a red face. “Heh… I’m flattered.”

“What about you?” you asked when you calmed down, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Does something like that happen to you?”

“Mmm… my magic is also very tied to my feelings is mostly surges of magic when I’m pissed off.” Loki shrugged. “In a way, the source of my magic abilities come from my control of how I feel. Which is why Thor could never learn sorcery… he couldn’t ever keep calm and focus enough.”

It felt a bit of a cheap answer, his guilt told him you were always vulnerable with him. There was another thing…

Alright, now that no one was paying attention to you two.

“When I was little, I used to have a lot of nightmares, and my mother stayed with me and taught me this spell… it allows you to invite someone else to your dreams, to put it simply. She taught me that spell to help me with the bad dreams… And sometimes I still cast it involuntarily while I sleep. It’s… what’s the word? Automatic, at this point.”

“You haven’t used it since we met” you pointed out.

“There’s these preventing that” Loki wiggled the magic cuffs on his wrists, and you shrank sheepishly. “Maybe one day I’ll have you sleep visiting… who knows…”

You smiled too eagerly at the idea… it was painful to see the adoration in your eyes.

The next night you were chatting happily, you laid on the floor with your feet hanging on Loki’s bed. Surprisingly he didn’t mind too much, he found himself much more engaged on the conversation. He simply rested his hand on your shin, caressing it with his thumb.

But at some point during the chat his hand brushed by your ankle, something that should’ve caught his attention way sooner. A location tracker like his. He brushed his fingers along the band, and you jolted, quickly making a bad excuse before rushing out. A terrible liar dating the god of lies. How ironic.

“I didn’t know… I thought I was the only one with one of these…” Loki pointed to his tracker.

“All mutants and non-SHIELD affiliated have one” Tony explained with a yawn. “Basically, if you have superpowers, you have two options, be an agent or an avenger.”

“Or locked up” Loki concluded, and the way no one answered, confirming his suspicion.

“You’re gonna be joining us, right, brother?” Thor smiled.

“Do I have a choice?”

Loki chuckled, he had been thinking about this prior to this information, the fear of actually losing his brother when Thor was ready to leave him forever in Sakaar had been too great.

But what about you? You didn’t strike him the superhero style, a were a fragile and sensitive little thing, and he couldn’t picture you in the battlefield, but being a soldier was clearly taking a huge toll on you. You seemed perpetually exhausted living like this.

“Has my darling decided yet?” Loki asked, he didn’t plan on the pet names, but it felt weirdly natural as it rolled off his tongue. It felt right.

“Not before meeting you, we had tried, but I’d say with you two together… things have changed for the better.” Steve assured him. “It’s a relief though, you two would be great assets in the future, and the life at the compound is bit freer and more independent.”

For some reason, Loki smiled at the sound of that.

“It’s gonna be for the best” Bruce smiled. “Fury can be quite severe, and the soldier life isn’t for everyone…”

Loki couldn’t see you long term here, you’d be overworking yourself for a lifestyle too demanding and that you didn’t even like. It would be for the best to be an Avenger… at least that’d give you some more freedom.

By then, the mood had died down and everyone went to bed, turning off the lights way before you arrived. A few more minutes passed… and nothing. Loki considered going to find you when you opened the door, guiding your way with your phone’s flashlight. You had a messy damp ponytail, and baggy pajamas. You arrived and sat by Loki’s bed and immediately collapsed right beside him, invading his bed. He was ready to climb and use yours when you he felt a tug on his shirt.

“Let me stay with you…” you mumbled with your eyes closed, it seemed you still had some consciousness.

Loki nodded and laid down beside you, wrapping his arm over you, and tucking you under the bedsheets. He had to keep appearances. Yeah… Of course.

He studied you for a while. Your hair was soft, and it smelled like wild berries, shampoo he had started using as well because it smelled so nice. Your skin was soft and smooth, it was addictive to trace his fingers along your body. He traced circles along your side.

“Nooo… thahahat tickles…” you giggled and shifted in your half-asleep state, making something stir within Loki. “You can tickle me all you want in the morning, okay baby…?”

“Ohoho! Is that so?” Loki chuckled. “That’s dangerous thing to offer to the God of Mischief don’t you think?”

“’s okay… I trust you…” you yawned snuggling against his chest.

“Y-You do…?”

“You’d never do anything to hurt me…” you assured him, even with your brain fighting with all it’s might to not succumb to exhaustion.

Once his eyes adapted to the darkness, he stared at your face. Your features were gentle, with a pureness that only a heart that hadn’t been corrupted with cruelness and malice would have. It made him feel weak.

“I love you” you mumbled, kissing his lips before finally falling asleep with the most peaceful smile he had ever seen on anyone that was this close to him.

“I… I love you too…” he whispered and kissed the top of your head.

Now Loki genuinely wanted to stab himself through the chest, he deserved nothing less.

The next morning was the last time he’d be in the Helicarrier for a long time if he could help it. Both of you got the trackers removed and he was officially free. The magic cuffs were taken off of Loki and he immediately summoned a huge illusion that had a radius of a few kilometers as he stretched and showed off.

A huge double rainbow, oh how he had missed using his magic like this. He noticed your eyes sparkling in admiration.

Thor helped him unpack and you two were assigned neighbor bedrooms so the lovey dovey couple could stay close. You seemed ecstatic, you set your room and invited him to see it.

It was very much what he expected from you. Cozy and cute, just being inside made him want to lay down on your bed and sleep. And of course you had a pile of stuffed animals. He laid back on your bed, sinking in the mattress and fluffy covers.

Adorable.

“Honey bunny, I’m gonna go to the city alone today… don’t follow me” you warned him and proofed away before reappearing for a second. “And don’t snoop around my stuff! Love ya!”

And you disappeared in a gust of silvery white mist. Loki napped on your bed for a while, but… he couldn’t resist, he was curious by nature. He walked by your desk and saw the mirror of had a bunch of photos of him stuck to the board, he wasn’t smiling in any of them, and most had been taken him by surprise. Loki would’ve thought it weird, but the two of you were dating. And you only did what was normal for someone in a relationship. He smiled softly at how purely infatuated you were.

“Loki!” you called for him, so you had returned. He went to find you.

You had smiled so brightly as you jumped to his arms and showered his face in loving smooches.

“I missed you!” you smiled between kisses.

“You just left an hour or so…” he chuckled.

“It’s still too much time away from you!” you snuggled with him. “I missed this pretty face.”

“Heh…” he chuckled.

“I bought us something.” You smiled and handed him a golden bracelet with a round item on the middle. You kept the silver one. “It’s a distance touch bracelet.”

You touched your bracelet, and he felt his buzzing. Oh. He knew this couldn’t have been cheap. And you still didn’t hesitate to get it for him.

“Now you can feel me close, even if I vanish, or if we can’t be with each other.” You giggled.

His heart fluttered. How could there be someone so overly sweet? To him, of all people.

“Thank you…” he smiled.

Days passed and Loki’s sanity was evaporating in thin air. Guilt was eating him alive.

You were in truly, madly, and hopelessly in love with him. You wanted nothing but the best for him and you always showered him with love, affection and the sweetest kisses he had ever tasted. And worst of it all, he was falling in love with you. He deserved no love from you, but he had it… And it filled his heart with a warmth he didn’t deserve. Oh, you poor lovely thing, if you only knew how cruel his intentions had been to start your relationship.

He did what you wanted now, trying to make up for it. He didn’t want you to feel like you did all the job in a relationship anymore. Soon the photos were more couple y, of kisses and hugs, Loki took photos of you more as well. He invited you to read and nap with him.

He tickled you lots, and making you giggle in his arms as he held you close. He hugged you tight, trying to squeeze in all the love he had develop for the kind soul that had been nothing but sweet to him. In a wordless pray for your forgiveness.

He did everything that occurred to him would make you happy.

“No way! You’re ticklish?!” you gasped with an ear-to-ear grin.

“Terribly so, I can’t stand being ticked in between my ribs” he smiled as he rested his chin on your head, with you sitting on his lap. “My magic acts up on its own if I get overwhelmed, like you.”

“Really?” you giggled and caressed his sides. “Can I try?”

“For a kiss…” he smiled and puckered his lips for a smooch, which you complied with a huge grin. “I adore you… Fine, you got one minute to tickle my ribs.”

“Just one minute?” you whined with that lovely smile of yours.

“Thirty seconds?” he smiled.

“Eh?!” you whined. “One minute!”

“See how convincing I am?” he grinned.

“Oh, you—” you said and turned around to start poking and prodding his ribs, Loki couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Ack! Hehehehe!” he whined, you were too good at this, he was laughing his heart out. “S-Stohohohop! Hehehehe! I-It’s been a minute! Hahaha! S-Stop!”

“I’m not done with you, you pretty tease!” you giggled and kept prodding between his ribs.

“Oh yeheheah?!” he laughed and skittered his fingers along your belly.

You were squealing and giggling in the blink of an eye. But you didn’t stop tickling him.

“Hehehehe! Hic! G-Give up!” you giggled and squirmed as you prodded his sides.

“You give up! Hahahahaha!” he giggled squeezed your tummy and skittered his fingers along your armpits.

“Ack! Noohohohoho!” you whine and squeezed above his kneecaps, making him jump and ergo you fell off his lap and onto the couch.

“You’re in trouble…” he grinned and his fingers, poked, drilled, kneaded and scratch over every sensitive spot on your body, and it didn’t matter if you gave up. He didn’t stop until you were breathless.

Only then he stopped and held you in his arms.

“Remind me to not tickle you again, you’re sadistic” you smiled.

“You know it, darling…” he smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Did you have fun?”

“Mhm…” you smiled and leaned against him. “I love you.”

You were beyond ecstatic. You melted under all of his affection and more time he spent with you, the more he couldn’t deny his feelings for you.

He did it everything he could to make you happy. But nothing he did alleviated his guilt. He could only imagine the amount of heartache you would feel if you found out he had only used you to try looking better adjusted and be free, and that he had pretended to fall in love.

He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep. He was going insane. He walked around the compound like a ghost during the night. He did a stop to throw up in the toilet.

“You’re awake,” you surprised him despite your gentle tone. “Is something bothering you?”

“N-No, love. I just wasn’t feeling very tired.” He assured you. “Don’t worry. Go back to sleep.”

You placed your hands on his hips and leaned closer to him the way you did whenever you were going to kiss him. But you took a little sniff—probably smelling his bad breath—you stopped and smiled at him with kindness.

“Mmm… Insomnia, hm?” you smiled and pulled him to the kitchen. “I know just the cure.”

You heated up water and prepared him a tea with honey. The warmth of the drink ran through him as the sweet drink got rid of the bad taste, and he sighed a tear streaming down his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, cupping his face.

“I’ve done so many awful things… And…” he spoke softly. “I don’t know how to fix them… I don’t deserve any forgiveness…”

“Oh Loki…” you hugged him. “No one blames you… you didn’t mean it… I’ve seen your pretty heart, and you deserve all the love in the world… Gosh, if I could take all the pain, you’re feeling for myself, I would.”

“Please don’t say that…” he begged. He couldn’t handle anymore guilt, but he didn’t know how to tell you the truth.

You gently guided him to your bedroom and tucked him in your bed, wrapping your arms around him in a protective way.

“Forgive me love... Please forgive me…” he begged between mutters. “I take it all back… please… Please don’t hate me… please…”

“Shh…” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s all gonna be okay… I’m always gonna be here for you.”

               Between the warm tea, his exhaustion, the previous sleepless nights, your comfortable bed, and your loving touch… his body gave up on him and he fell asleep.

Everything was dark, and cold, covered in ice and a cruel wind. Loki had a good tolerance to cold, but he was freezing.

“Monster…” a voice echoed so loudly it made Loki’s ears ring. It was his own voice and it came from everywhere around him.

“Traitorous rat…”

“Murderer…”

“Beast…”

“Liar…”

“Frost giant…”

“Monster…”

“Manipulator…”

“Liar…”

“We finally had someone’s trust…”

“Of course, you just play around with others!”

Loki was completely surrounded by copies of himself, all at least twice his size, blue skin, Jotun attire, and eyes red like blood. True frost giants.

Loki simply took every blow and insult. He deserved them.

“Loki…?” a different voice called. “Is this what you meant by inviting someone to your dreams?”

No please… you couldn’t be here.

“Darling… wake up… please don’t be here…” Loki begged you. “Please…”

“I’m not leaving you here on your own…” you spoke and kneeled beside him.

Loki felt his body change, every muscle vanished leaving him as practically skin and bones. Small. Weak.

“Loki… what’s going on?! What’s happening to you?!”

Loki tried to shapeshift back to his natural look, but he had no control of his own body. At this point in life, he should be desensitized to nightmares where his magic didn’t obey him… but…

“Please… leave me here…” he spoke as he could, but he could barely hear himself.

“Don’t say that... What’s… what can I do for you?”

There was something about dreams, and especially Loki’s dreams, that always seemed to be extra dramatic. It must have been so confusing to be in one as an outsider.

Loki’s body changed again, he grew twice his usual size, and his body was blue and muscled. Exactly the body of a Jotun.

“STOP BEING SO GOOD TO ME! CAN’T YOU SEE I DON’T LOVE YOU?!”

“What?!”

What?! No! That wasn’t true…

Loki tried to take it back, but he was in autopilot. He was in the passenger seat of his own mind.

“I DON’T LOVE YOU! ARE YOU THAT GULLIBE TO THINK I’D FALL IN LOVE WITH A MORTAL?! I HAVE BEEN USING YOU!”

“No… no, you're not… You wouldn’t…”

“I JUST NEEDED A COVER, TO SEEM WELL ADJUSTED ENOUGH TO NOT BE A PRISONER! AND YOU WERE ANNOYING ENOUGH TO BARGE IN DEFENSE OF ME! I’V BEEN PLAYING WITH YOU FROM DAY ONE! DON’T YOU SEE YOU ARE JUST A TOY?! YOU’RE PATHETIC!”

The look on your face was heartbreaking. You looked crushed.

“I HAVE BEEN THINKING OF A WAY TO GET RID OF YOU! I CAN’T SLEEP AND I WANT TO THROW UP THINKING I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH YOU YET ANOTHER DAY!”

You curled up on the floor and Loki lifted you but your collar’s shirt.

“GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD! I COULD NEVER LOVE A MORTAL AS UNNERVING AS YOU!” Loki screamed at you before slamming you against the floor.

“NO!” Loki sat up with a gasp and his body drenched in sweat. He looked around and saw you curled up on the bed, your back facing him. “Love?! Thank goodness… I’m so— Love, w-what’s wrong…?”

You were stiff and you had a hand on the back of your head. Loki shifted and stretched a bit and saw your face. Your eyes were full of tears, yet he had never seen you with such a cold expression in your face.

“My love… and what’s wrong?” Loki placed a hand over your arm, and you slapped it.

“Why did you say that?” you asked him.

“I d-don’t know… I wasn’t… I didn’t…” Loki stuttered. “My dreams are like that…”

“No. I mean, what you said was really specific. Why…?”

“I don’t—I don’t know why I—”

“Tell me the truth, Loki.” You ordered him. “Did you, or did you not pretend to love me for your freedom?”

Loki stayed quiet. He didn’t have the courage to tell you the truth, but he didn’t have the heart to keep lying to you. With that confirmation tears started falling down your cheeks again.

“Y-Yes but I—that was before…”

“Get out…” you spoke.

“What? No, darling, listen… I…”

“I don’t want to hear you.”

“Please love… let me explain…” he tried holding you.

That made you snap. You started hitting him, being a human it was impossible for you to harm him, but not once in his life had he felt more pain.

“DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T TALK TO ME!”

“Darling please…”

“I DON’T WANNA SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE!”

He had no strength to fight you, he was defenseless as you kicked him out of your room, slamming the door on his face.

There were a few faces popping out of their door to try seeing what had happened and that quickly retreated back to their rooms. Loki had no choice but to go inside of his own bedroom.

The next morning, he nearly tripped on his way out with a box by is door. It was full of books, quills, a coat, photos of you together. And… the silver bracelet that matched his own. It tore his heart to shreds. He didn’t feel as guilty anymore. But remorse and the memory of how brokenhearted you looked was even more sadistic. He heard you crying often from across the wall.

A few days later the others started giving him dirty looks. Knowing you and considering that this didn’t happen right away he assumed they had found out after heavy interrogation and now everyone knew he had used you. Even Thor seemed upset, not angry, but he had this… disappointment in his eyes.

“I hate dealing with moving companies” Tony sighed as they all sat for dinner. “But Fury wants to have our little Houdini enlisted by the end of the week. It’s a shame… The kiddos enjoyed being around each other.”

“Tell me about it” Clint sighed. “Kate is devastated.”

“Speaking of devastated…” Natasha said as she stood up, and Loki would’ve sworn she was shooting daggers at him with that glare. “See if I can be more convincing about eating something, otherwise Fury will have a corpse enlisting.”

You were moving out? To become a SHIELD agent? But you hated being a soldier. Had he hurt you so bad that you preferred that lifestyle and ruin your life forever… than being around him?

This all felt awfully familiar. Loki excused himself and went to his room and lock himself inside. He closed his eyes, and part of him wished that they’d never open again.

“Am I cursed?” Loki asked, choked up by the last bit of hope.

“No.” Odin responded the worst thing he could've said him. A curse would've been better.

Loki placed the casket down, weakly, it suddenly felt like a very... very heavy thing to carry. And the weight stayed there, right on his chest even after the casket had been placed back at the pedestal.

“Then what am I?” Loki asked softly, afraid of the answer.

“You're my son.” Odin answered, and Loki doubted his own magic since he couldn't detect dishonesty in his father's words.

Clearly that was a lie. So why didn’t his magic detect that? Loki felt rage spiral out of control like a boiling pot.

“What more than that?” Loki growled, still trying to keep his composure as he walked towards his father that was by the stairs at the other side of the corridor. “The Casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?”

Odin looked him in the eye. Unable to deny it any longer. It had been to many years with that secret. As Loki walked closer, Odin just started at him in silence as Loki reached the stairs.

“No.” Odin finally said. “In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the Temple, and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring— abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son.”

That felt like a dagger piercing the young prince’s heart. Out of all the things he was insecure about, it turned out he WAS an outsider. Out of all the things he could’ve been, he HAD to be a Jotun, a monster. Out of all the Jotun’s in existence, he was the son of the worst of them all. And out of all the reasons he could’ve been adopted for, was because even his own biological family didn’t want him… and his adopted family never told him any of this.

“Laufey's son...?” Loki finally managed to gasp out, he was choking up on his own tears. “Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me?”

“You were an innocent child.” Odin said, sounding more exhausted by the second.

“No!” Loki begged his father, knowing that Odin was a strategic warrior. There was always a meaning behind his actions. “You took me for a purpose, what was it?”

But Odin didn’t answer. The physical toll of delaying his Odin sleep to prepare Thor to rule, preventing a war, the emotional toll of having to banish Thor and now… having his youngest child doubt his love for him because of his foolish decision of not telling him the truth earlier were overwhelming him.

The All-King saw with pain how the little child that once smiled at him with love when he picked him in his arms after the battle now saw him with fear, pain, and resentment.

“TELL ME!” Loki demanded loudly, no longer capable of remaining calm.

“I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you.” Odin confessed.

That was the final blow to Loki’s poor heart.

“What…?”

A tool. All he had been adopted for was as an instrument of peace between Asgard and a race that everyone saw as blood-thirsty monsters.

“But those plans no longer matter.” Odin clarified.

“So, I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up… here, until you might have use of me.” Loki inquired in pain.

“Why do you twist my words?” Odin asked softly.

“You could have told me what I was from the beginning.” Loki urged, desperate to makes sense of what easily was the worst day of his life. “Why didn't you?!”

“You are my son. I wanted only to protect you from the truth.” Odin said softly, in a fruitless attempt to calm his poor child’s heart.

“Wh— B-Because I-I-I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?!” Loki asked, flooded by all the scary stories about the frost giants growing up. All those times he and Thor played heroes as kids fighting those monsters.

“Don't...” Odin begged as his strength slowly abandoned him.

But Loki couldn’t listen anymore. The grief was too great, and the feeling of betrayal didn’t allow him to trust Odin anymore.

“It all makes sense now! Why you favored Thor all these years.” Loki yelled as he started walking up the stairs to yell at Odin as the All-Father slowly lost his strength and started passing out on the stairs. “Because no matter how much you claim to “love” me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the Throne of Asgard!”

Odin kept trying until his last second of consciousness to beg his son for help, forgiveness… anything. But he had been too weakened to dedicate his young boy some kind of love or reassurance as he fell prey to the Odin sleep, he had delaying for so long.

Now Loki encountered a similar dilemma. He had been stupid, dishonest, and selfish to someone who offered him nothing but unconditional love. He betrayed your trust and there was no way now that Loki could prove that despite his original intentions his love wasn’t any less real.

He laid down on his bed, with his arm draped dramatically over his eyes.

“Troubled, my son?” a voice spoke making Loki sit up.

“Father” Loki smiled softly. “I ruined it. I had the most beautiful love in my life… and I was stupid and lost it because of my own selfishness.”

“That sounds familiar” Odin chuckled. “You truly are my son, after all.”

“You had always been will always be my father…” Loki said the words he had denied for several years. “I never understand your reasons. Cruel as they were…”

“Not holding back against your old father, hm?” Odin laughed.

“Sorry…” Loki smiled softly.

“My original reasons were foolish, selfish, and even cruel as you rightfully… but I always hoped to do what would be best for the 9 Realms” he spoke. “But that didn’t mean the love I had for you wasn’t any less real. You are my son, regardless of the kind of blood that coursed through your veins.”

Loki smiled softly; it was weird. He knew Odin would have never say all that. But now, after growing up so much, he understood it wasn’t because he didn’t feel it, he had always been too proud and formal, too much of a king. And while imperfect, it was still his father.

“That’s why you never caught me lying when I called you my son or said that I loved you.” Odin spoke. “In my heart, you’ve always been my son.”

“I know, father” Loki smiled. “I’m sorry it took me so long to understand it.”

“I’m sorry I never told you before… I feared you wouldn’t take it well…”

“Me? I would never” Loki joked softly.

“We always loved you as our own” a female voice added making Loki turned around.

“Mother.” Loki spoke breathless. “I know… I know… I knew, I was just too scared I could’ve been wrong, and you didn’t…”

“You were too much of a charming kid not to love you” Frigga said compassionately. “Your little human surely thinks so too.”

Ah… that… Loki wasn’t so sure.

“I ruined it, I deserve nothing but the hatred and disgust I’ve earned from my darling.” Loki huffed out. “I manipulated, lied, and destroyed the trust of my love.”

“Dear, there’s nothing final in these matters…” Frigga smiled softly. “If that loved blossomed once, you may rescue it and nourish it again. But first… you need to apologize.”

“I don’t think I’m wanted anywhere near hearing range.” Loki explained.

“Do you think the love between your mother, and I always had a perfect relationship?” Odin smiled.

“Your father was too temperamental for that” Frigga intervened with a smile and both parents looked at each other with love. “But when you truly love someone and you make a mistake, you swallow your pride and make up for your wrongdoings.”

Loki smiled softly, he remembered it well. When Odin’s temper got the best of him because of the stress of being a king, Odin made sure to make up for Frigga know how truly sorry he was, and Frigga who already knew her husband’s temper was an expert on not letting her affect her, knowing it was never personal. She had truly been blessed with infinite patience given she dealt with three men with bad tempers and yet her kindness and loving nature knew no end. It was not rare to see Odin gifting Frigga fancy gifts and spend long hours apologizing and dedicating the day to her. It wasn’t the perfect arrangement, but no relationship was.

Loki chuckled softly.

“Thanks…” he smiled and both parents tended a hand to him with a smile. “I know what I have to do.”

Ready to say goodbye, Loki placed his hands on top of Odin and Frigga’s, and with that, the figure of his parents faded under a green light as Loki’s palms stopped glowing. Loki let out a little laugh as he wiped his tears.

His illusions had never been so benevolent towards himself, they were either torturous or for a fake sense of gloating and dissociation. But your compassion had changed him forever. He could use them for closure and to guide him with the stuff he knew but needed to hear. And… you deserved that at least.

He got up and went outside and went to a trip. It took him around an hour to get to the city and a couple more hours to get his several stops get several gifts. A lovely white bouquet of flowers, a box of your favorite chocolates, a necklace with a cute silver heart shaped locket and got it printed with a small photo, a copy of a photo he had carried from one of your first “dates” you got where you were giving him a small kiss in the cheek and cupped the other one, a symbol of your shared love.

On his way back, Loki held the original photo close to his chest and sighed. He prayed this would work as he was on his way to see you. He knocked on your door and hid his gifts behind himself, not even remembering he could’ve concealed them with his magic from how nervous he was.

His chest tightened as you opened the door, your eyes and nose were red, and your cheeks were stained with tears. Oh Norns… He had hurt you really bad.

“Love… Please… let me explain” Loki spoke softly.

“What do you need to explain, Loki?” you asked and sniffled, practically murdering him when you called him Loki instead of one of your lovely cheesy pet names. “That I was just a toy for you to play with and pretend that you loved me, so you’d be a free man? I got that quite clearly.”

You were ready to slam the door on his face, but he reached his leg to stop you. He nearly dropped one of your gifts. You looked at him confused, eying him up and down before sighing in defeat, opening the door he walked inside of your little room. He saw the little night table covered with used tissues and the bed’s decorative cushions were all over the place. It broke his heart.

“What do you want, Loki?” you asked tiredly as you sat on the bed, placing a cushion on your lap and against your chest.

“My darling, I was the biggest, most cruel and inconsiderate imbecile of all 9 Realms” he said, kneeling before you as he handed you the bouquet of flowers. You gently placed the flowers on your lap, still looking at him.

“It is true, that I was looking to just find a relationship to pretend I had adapted to living on earth” he spoke. “It was a selfish, shallow, and dishonest reason to make you mine… But I did it. It was heartless and there’s no excuse or reason for you to forgive that. But I beg of you to stay here… never speak to me again if you need, but don’t settle to a life of misery just to avoid me. I will happily accept being locked up in a dungeon for a hundred years, so you don’t see the likes of me again…”

He handed you the chocolate, and your gaze softened for a second as you saw the chocolate, he remembered which ones you liked the most. You opened your mouth to speak, but a gentle squeeze to your hands let you know Loki still wanted to speak.

He had caused all of this for not telling you the truth, and now he wanted to fully bare his soul to you now.

“You offered me boundless kindness, patience despite my flaws, understanding to my pain and sins of the past, laughter like I hadn’t enjoyed before, you fed with the most delicious and warm foods I had ever eaten, you showed me the concept of dates and you bared me completely vulnerable to your touch and heart and you bared yourself completely to me without fear of me…” Loki continued, as tears streamed down his face, drowning in regret. “And all I did was play with you and betray the trust your selfless heart gave me without asking for anything in return.”

He placed his forehead on your knees and sobbed, completely ashamed of what he had done to you. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness, but he felt like he’d die without you. And he’ deserve it.

“I don’t care” you finally spoke, and he looked up, he saw the tears streaming down your face. “You’re the God of Mischief and Lies, there are countless stories of how you lied and manipulated to get away with anything you wanted… I should’ve expected I’d be just that.”

“No— No, darling!” Loki held your hands and pressed his lips against your knuckles. “No, my sweet, you— I was selfish. I wanted a cover up, yes, but what I found was love, I found the butterflies in my stomach you always speak of. I found the warm of your hands lingering on my skin after our dates. I found myself awake during the night sighing over those lovely eyes I’ve now so cruelly filled with tears…” Loki spoke softly.

You were shaking in your place as you did your best not to cry and interrupt him. He brushed his finger along your cheek as in appreciation of your effort.

“None of what you heard that night was true in my heart…” he assured you “I never felt so disgusted I wanted to vomit; it was guilt that was killing me from the inside… knowing I was hurting such a beautiful flower.”

He handed you the heart locket and you opened it, seeing the photo made you sob as silently as you could.

“I was selfish and a liar. I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me and want nothing to do with me again. But please know that my heart beats for and because of you only.” He spoke. “I fell hopelessly and irredeemably in love with you. I swear that on my life.”

You looked at him and smiled, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and sobbed now freely and unrestrained. Time seemed to stop for Loki as he hugged you back, taking in your scent and caressing you. Tears fell down his face and he held you, afraid you’d disappear if he let go of you.

You forgave him. He didn’t think he’d ever be so lucky to find a kind soul that would forgive even his worst mistake. But he found it, you were kind enough to do so. Your wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug and Loki was able to let all the pain and guilt go… He couldn’t undo his mistakes, but he could be better, and he wanted to be his best self for you.

“Thank you… Norns, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” he repeated over and over between whispers and tears as he held you tight.

You sat up straight and cupped his face and laughed softly as you still cried happy tears.

“You’re gonna have to buy me a new box of tissues, you booger” you joked softly with a sniffle, and pressed your forehead to his and grabbed a tissue to blow your nose.

“I’ll give you the entire world if you so desire, my love” he spoke with a gentle smile. “Just say the word.”

“I don’t need the world” you smiled and kissed his cheek. “I have everything I need right here.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” he chuckled softly as he grabbed a tissue to wipe his tears and blow his nose. “I’m a disaster and somehow I still found the most precious little dove all for myself.”

You held him tightly in a hug… in silence for a few minutes before you spoke again.

“Did you think I was annoying when we first met?” you asked with a stern look on your face. “I want the truth.”

“Truthfully… you were a nightmare…” Loki admitted in a soft playful tone.

“HEY!” you whined and dug your fingers into the crevices of his ribs making him burst out laughing. “I said honest, not mean!”

“Ehehehe! Lohohohohove, let me finish!” he giggled, letting you have this, it was the least he could do. “P-Please, s-stohohohop that! Not there!”

You smiled and went to tickle his belly. Oh, you had really not liked that.

“Plehehehehehease, dahahaharling! I surrender!” he laughed and did his best to not squirm.

“Fine… what is it?” you asked, as you sat sideways on his lap, already happily cuddling with him.

Thank whatever superior force that was out there… Oh, you’re a wonderful blessing.

“You’re a nightmare turned into a dream” he clarified and he didn’t even bother fighting the urge to squeeze you tightly.

“You have 3 seconds to explain how that’s a compliment o I’ll tickle you until you puncture a lung.”

“Ihihi— I mean like, when you start having a bad dream… but it turns around as the most wonderful of dreams, those that you still think about after waking up.” Loki said, and as those words he was sure he had fried his brain because he didn’t make any sense.

But that was enough for you.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You grumbled.

“C’mon… don’t be mad at me for being foolish and wrong” he smiled as he squeezed you tight. “Surely you thought I was insufferable at first as well, we’re so different after all.”

You smiled and shook your head.

“I love my pretty prince” you smiled and picked a tissue yourself to clean your face. “Flaws, differences, and all.”

“Do you, now?” he grinned cheekily. “I sure am a lucky one to be called yours.”

“A Loki one” you giggled, and Loki made a scowl of disgust. “Sorry! I thought it too late when I said it and— hehehe!”

“Oh, that was awful— C’mere… you!”

“W-What?! NO! NOHOHOHOHO! LOHOHOHOKI, STOP IHIHIHIT!”

As he made you laugh and held you against him, he couldn’t doubt how fortunate he was to be so undoubtedly yours.

| MASTERPOST |

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 38

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I've been awake since 2am.

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After breakfast, you get ready to go into town with Frigga and Hela upon their vaunted ladies’ trip. An air of uncertainty persists around what exactly that means. Flowers, shopping, and what else?

You try not to let the mystery overshadow the Odinsons’ hospitality. You’d hate to come across ungrateful after all they’d done. Odin and Frigga hadn’t asked for anything in return all while receiving you with an open hand. Just like with all things, you go along to get along.

The drive has you in a sort of trance as you watch the landscape pass. The lush greens and speckles of violet and pink across the fields, thickening to looming forest of coniferous pines and towering oaks. Finally, the wilds thin into even ground and open into a township with a painted wooden sign.

The buildings are old but well-kept. Not like the large city with its pitted brick and steaming sewers. Every street here is like those that surround Laufeyson’s own estate. Curated and pristine. Just like the Odinsons themselves.

You pull in at a large gated lot. The iron barrier is overgrown with flowers and as you enter, you gape around at the expanse of petals and stems. You’ve never been anywhere so spectacular.

You trail behind Frigga as she browses the selection. You shy away from Hela but she’s hardly concerned with you as she admires a bunch of dark roses. You peer around as an assistant approaches at Frigga’s signal.

“What do you think, dear?” Frigga calls to you, “we want white for the event. Lilies, baby’s breath, gardenia?”

You blink and give some thought, “what about daisies?”

She smiles, “daisies, so simple but pretty.” She turns to the assistant, “do you have many?”

“We should have a few boxes ready for delivery,” she answers.

“Wonderful, we will have some daisies. Oh, and we could have some wisteria hanging. Mm, and miss, white tulips? You have those too?”

The assistant scribbles on her pad, “we can do those as well.”

“Hydrangea,” Hela insists as she approaches, standing behind you, “for the posts.”

“Yes, certainly, hydrangea,” Frigga repeats with a sharp point to the assistant. “Oh and lastly, I spoke with Val about the moonflowers, tell me they’re ready.”

“Yes, Mrs. Odinson, we have those set aside already.”

“Good, good,” Frigga remarks, “well, we’ll look around a bit more and let you know if anything else is required.”

“Yes, Mrs. Odinson,” the assistant nods and prompts strolls away.

“You wouldn’t like a splash of red, mother? Maybe some black?” Hela muses, “this Walpurgisnacht will be blinding.”

“Oh, tosh,” Frigga dismisses, “we have a theme. Which reminds me, darling,” she turns to you, “do you have a white dress packed?”

“White?” You blink, “um, no, I didn’t…”

“Not to worry, it’s why we came to town,” she tweets.

“Oof, mother,” Hela cringes. 

“Well, I know you certainly don’t have suitable attire,” Frigga reproaches.

“Actually, I’ve a marvelous white jumpsuit selected for just the event,” Hela challenges, “I can listen, I just often choose not to.”

Frigga gives a pinch look before she returns her attention to you, “well then, our task will be easier. I think chiffon might be nice…”

“You know, mother, I do feel as if I’m being replaced,” Hela snickers. You send her a guilty look but her smile holds no malice. She winks and arches a brow. “And yet I do think this little creature will look delectable in white.”

“Mm, yes,” Frigga side-eyes her daughter, “you do have a way with words, don’t you?”

“Oh, pardon me, I should be more like my brothers, would you prefer Thor,” Hela mocks and reaches for your hand, taking it as she caresses it emphatically, “oh lady, you are beautiful, I should wonder if what you hide under your skirt is equally as stunning–”

“Hel,” Frigga exclaims, mortified as she snatches her grasp away from you.

“Ah, alright, Loki,” Hela clears her throat and stiffens her posture, adjusting a non-existent tie, “yes, you are rather adequate. Hm, very acceptable.”

“Don’t,” Frigga commands, “you didn’t have to come if you’re only going to make a joke of it.”

“Oh, mother, that’s simply what it is, a joke,” Hela bats her lashes, “loosen up. Is that not what this day is for? To enjoy ourselves?”

Frigga sighs and shakes her head as she turns away. Your mouth slants as you watch after her nervously. Hela clucks and flicks her fingers dismissively, “once she has a taste of wine, she’ll let go.”

✨

You stand in the fitting room, staring dreadfully at the two hangers. One chosen by Frigga, the other by Hela. They are both beautiful but you’re not certain either of them suit you. You feel the long chiffon as you mull over the choice.

“Well, darling, let us see,” Frigga calls through the curtain.

You wince and recoil. You pull down the longer of the two, the flowy chiffon that caught Frigga’s eye. The one-shoulder cut cinches to draped skirt which drowns you. You look at yourself in the mirror and frown. The fabric seems to drown you.

You turn with a swish and pull back the curtain, stepping through awkwardly as you tug the skirt out of the way of your feet. Hela makes a noise somewhere between a snort and a gasp. Frigga fawns and daintily touches her cheeks.

“Oh, gods, that is gorgeous, isn’t it?” She comes forward and pinches a fold in the skirt.

“She looks like she’s caught in a snowstorm,” Hela muses, “please, she won’t be able to do much in all that.”

“I suppose,” Frigga backs up and folds her arms, “but I like the style, perhaps we might find something similar with less length.”

“Try mine,” Hela demands.

You look between them, not daring to argue with either. They seem to do enough of that. You spin and sweep behind the curtain once more. You shed the chiffon layers and pull on the satin sheath. There isn’t much to it. Thin straps and not much length, a slit up your thigh. It’s more lingerie than a dress.

You peek out shyly before you make yourself come out. Frigga’s face flushes and her lips part. Hela smirks and tilts her head as she bites her lip.

“Oh, fabulous,” Hela remarks.

“She cannot wear that,” Frigga throws a hand up.

“Why not, she has nice legs.”

“That isn’t… appropriate.”

“Well, mother, she can’t dress like an old matron either.”

“It was a perfectly nice dress–”

“For 1912,” Hela shoots back.

You shrink before them and let their back and forth fade into the background. You glance over the rack of white garments and zone out. You just want this to be over. You’re tired of being pulled back and forth like a game of tug-of-war.

Your name draws you back and you focus on the women watching you. You wince and teeter on your feet, “sorry, I was distracted.”

“I was saying,” Hela intones, “we should let you choose.”

“Me?” You blanch.

“Well, it is your dress,” Frigga utters reluctantly.

“Oh, but I… don’t know much about… clothes.”

“Never too late to learn,” Hela insists, “go on, have your pick. Surprise us.”

You glance back at the rack and wiggle your fingers. You slowly approach as the two other women retreat, still muttering to each other. You push through the hangers; too heavy, too stiff, too sheer.

You think you like this one. A simple sheath lining with a mesh overlay, little crepe flowers sewn into the out later. The straps are slender but the bodice is straight cut. It’s wonderful and dreamy. You take the hanger and quickly scurry back behind the curtain.

You switch out the short dress for your pick. You look at your reflection and nearly stagger. You love it. It’s adorable. You go to the curtain and brace yourself. What if they don’t like it? You exhale and ready yourself for disappointment.

You step through and the women face you. Neither say a word as they look at you. They consider you, eyeing you head to toe. Oh no! It’s hideous, isn’t it? You have no taste.

“I love it,” Hela chirps, “what about you, mother? Isn’t it gorgeous on her?”

“I… it’s so… you,” Frigga squeals, “yes, it’s perfect. And the little flowers. Ugh, amazing.”

“Really?” You stand on your toes nervously.

“You must have it,” Hela insists, “next, shoes… the pairing must be perfect.”

“Shoes…” you murmur. Does it ever end?

✨

Your day doesn’t end after the boutique. The tumultuous night slumps in your shoulders and droops in your eyelids as the hours stretch on. Your next stop is a sleek white building with sparkling glass doors. As you enter, the sterile lobby has you minimizing yourself in fear of staining the pure white tile or breaking the crystal counter.

Frigga and Hela strut towards the woman who stands behind the glass table and greet her breezily. She welcomes them by name as you trail behind like a mouse. You don’t belong here. Not a place like this. You might be with them but you’re not one of them.

Once more, you sink into a daze, trying to distance yourself from the present. From those feelings of unbelonging. Those old wounds from the schoolyard when you stood by the fence and kicked rocks, not daring to provoke anyone with an errant gaze.

“Dear,” Frigga jars you as she gently touches your arm, “did you have ID?”

“ID?” You say dumbly, not processing her request at first.

“They serve alcohol so it’s required to check-in,” she explains.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you clumsily grab your purse and unzip the top. You dig out your ID card and hand it over. Frigga has a brief glance at it before handing it over. The twitch beneath her eye worries you; has it expired?

You wait as Hela taps her short nails on the counter top. Finally, the woman behind the counter approves you for entry. You still don’t really get what this place is. There’s no signs aside from the marquee in swoopy cursive; Hvergelmir.

Another woman appears and takes you through an angular doorway. You’re guided to a private room with robes on hooks, cushioned benches and small cubbies. You watch Hela and Frigga as they remove their heels and set them on the low rack. You do the same, doing everything they do at a delay.

They tuck their bags into the cubbies and undress without shame, keeping only their underwear on as they wrap themselves in the silken robes. You face the corner as you strip and pull on a robe yourself.

It isn’t until you move on to the next room that you realise what this place is. A spa. You’ve never been to one but it’s exactly like you’ve seen on television. You recline as a woman smears your face with a mask and places cucumbers over your eyes. It’s relaxing even if it feels a bit strange.

After laying there for what seems like forever, a woman comes in to offer stemmed glasses of sparkling wine. You remove the sliced veggies from your eyes and accept one in kind with the other women.

“I think I might get a wrap,” Hela declares, “I need the cleanse.”

“Mm, I think I might do the steam room,” Frigga drawls before she sips from her glass. You take a tiny sip, reminding yourself of your last indulgence and the disaster that followed. Hela downs half the glass in a single gulp.

“What about you?” Hela looks at you pointedly. “Would you like to join me for the seaweed wrap?”

“Um, what is that?” You ask.

“Oh, darling,” Frigga sits up and grabs a leather folio, “have a look. You can choose whatever you like.”

You accept the little booklet and open it up to the laminated inside. You read through each item and the description below. The steam room sounds uncomfortable, you’re not a fan of sweating, and the seaweed thing sounds slimy…

“Mud bath?” You read allowed.

“Good choice,” Hela praises, “I might join you after my wrap.”

“Oh, okay,” you close the book and put it on the small round table close to you.

Frigga picks up the small golden bell and rings it. The same woman appears and Frigga lists off the treatments for each of you. She’s led away first, then someone comes to fetch Hela, and finally, you’re taken away by another woman with a high ponytail.

The woman helps you cover your hair with a towel and hands you back your wine glass. She leads you into a room with long rectangular tubs filled with reddish brown muck. She points you to one at the end and you put your glass on the little ledge that juts out from the side.

She helps you remove your robe, “you can keep your underwear on if you like. We can provide a fresh pair after, but you may want to remove your bra.”

You nod and dip your head down to unhook your bra. She reaches to take it and you hesitantly hand it over. She hangs your robe from a hook on the wall and leaves you there. Alright, so you just get in?

You step over the high wall of the tub and lower yourself into the warm mud. It doesn’t feel too bad. You slide around slightly before you’re able to find your bearings and reclining against the slanted back. Is this relaxing? 

You close your eyes but not for long. You end up staring at the lines between the ceiling tiles. You stir the mud with your fingers. You feel childish, like you're making mud pies.

You stop as you hear voices. You peek over for just a moment as someone else enters. A tall woman with a swirl of black hair escaping the towel on her head strides in, her tall figure draped in one of the ivory robes. The attendant takes her to the tub across from yours.

You try not to watch as she opens her robe, revealing her sleek body shamelessly. She eases into the tub with a sigh and the attendant leaves. You keep your eyes up as tension fills the space.

“The mud is nice today,” she says, startling you.

You nod and look at her as she stretches her arms around the walls of the tub. Her chest is barely concealed by the muck.

“You don’t come here often. I’ve not seen you around.”

You shake your head, “first time.”

“Ah,” her blue eyes gleam, “special occasion?”

“Erm, not really, I… Walpurgisnacht,” you pronounce the word delicately.

“That’s not for a few days,” she intones.

“You know it?”

“Yes, of course, everyone around here does. And this year, with Frigga hosting, it will be a spectacle.”

“You know Frigga?” You wonder.

She laughs, “of course I do. Who doesn’t?” Her tone is dry and her expression haughty, “how do you know her?”

“Um, I… work for her son,” you utter flatly.

“Thor?”

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you correct her.

“How amusing,” she smirks, “what’s your name?”

You answer, your chest binding up tightly. You feel like you shouldn’t be talking to her. Something about the way she grins.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she purrs, “I’m Sif. You might tell my ex-husband I send my regards.”

You swallow dryly and stare at her. Your heart is pounding and your ears ringing. Sif? In the flesh? She’s absolutely gorgeous. You can see why she haunts the Odinsons. She’s perfect. 

Now you know why you will never live up to Laufeyson’s expectations. Why he’s so hard to please. Compared to her, well, you can never compare to her. She is immaculate.

[lokigodofmyheart]

I WANT YOU (pt. 1)

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader.

Words: 3.301

Summary: Loki and Y/N had became friends quickly when they met. She was a daughter of an ally of Odin, so he offered for them to live in Asgard. Loki and Y/N always teased each other and there was a lot of tension between them, but they were just friends...or not? 

Warning/Content: angst, fluff.

MASTERLIST

Loki was watching Y/N as she sats in the bench of the garden and looked at the flowers. He’s been admiring her for quite some time now. She and Loki are friends...the only friend he had. He slowly walks up behind her, planning on scaring her. Loki was never trusted and mostly hated in Asgard… but she took her time to know him and be with him. 

“Hello darling.” He says with a grin as he sits down beside her. 

"Hello Loki." Y/N smiles at him. 

He was taken aback, he was hoping she would jump and startle. "You seem unfazed, perhaps I need to try harder?" Loki says with a small sigh and chuckle, looking back up to the sky. 

"Perhaps I just got used to you doing that." Y/N chuckles. 

Loki's face lights up once again, his usual self was appearing now, being playful. "Fair enough, darling." He said as he looked right at her, his eyes a vibrant blue as he stared, it was almost hypnotic as he just stared. 

"So, what do I own the pleasure today?" She teases him. 

"The pleasure of seeing my pretty face." Loki's tone was sarcastic and playful, his grin turning into a smirk as he teases her back. Y/N laughs, pushing him playfully, caugthing him off guard and making he fall, landing on the grass. He laughed though; his laugh was contagious as he stared at her.. he was tempted to pull Y/N on top of him. 

Y/N always loved hearing him laughs "Don't you dare." She says, still laughing. 

"Why not?" Loki asks, still looking at her, he is clearly flirting as he tries to move to pull her closer to him on the grass. 

"Loki, this dress is new." She laughs. 

"Well, we're in a garden and grass is part of the garden, and I'm only following your lead." Loki retorts teasingly, his smile growing in size. Once her laughter dies down, he moves again to try to pull her closer. Loki managed to hold her wrist, pulling her and making her fall on top of him. 

"Loki!!" 

Loki's plan worked and he laughed softly as she fell on top of him, he was quite pleased with himself as his eyes locked onto hers. Y/N was quite close now and her scent filled the air, he couldn't help but feel a sense of desire… he was quite flustered now, but he held her stare, his eyes filled with lust. 

"This dress was new." She complained but didn't move. 

"My apologies, I shall buy you a new one." Loki says teasingly, but he had no intention of doing so. He was trying to hold back laughter though as he looked at her, he couldn't resist moving his hands up… his hands started grazing her hips gently and slowly. 

Y/N rolls her eyes "I don't want a new one" 

"Then why are you complaining?" Loki asks teasingly, he didn’t really stop his hands from travelling up her sides, his hands now at her waist… his grip slightly tightened to prevent Y/N from moving. Now it was very obvious as she felt his breath at her neck. 

"Because I liked this one." Y/N moves her legs so she's short of sitting on him, her legs straddling him. 

Loki's face flushes and she could see his eyes flicker as he was enjoying this. He liked the way her legs were wrapped around him he could feel where she was pressing against him… he liked how close she was to him and Y/N could feel his breathing. Her heart was beating fast, she knew it was a bold move for her to do it. Loki was also getting heated up, she could feel his chest rising and falling as he took faster breaths, he was close to holding his breath. Once he realizedthat his breathing was getting faster, he decided to bite his lip, trying to control himself. Y/N could see his eyes flicker and it was clear he was trying to control whatever animalistic desires he had for her at this moment... yet he couldn't help but gaze at her lips. 

After a few seconds, Y/N rolls to her side, laying with her back on the grass, by his side, making he lose the hold on her. Loki watches her as she falls to the side, he was a little disappointed that her legs had suddenly left his body, but he wasn't going to try to push you back on. Instead, he turned to his side to lay next to Y/N so he could stare at her. Loki had been able to calm himself down slightly from his initial state of almost losing control. 

"Are you going to the ball tonight?" She asks looking at him. 

Loki nods, his eyes don't shift away from hers... his lips still slightly curled from the bite. The ball... he wasn't keen on going to it at all. Even with the amount of women there he wasn't interested in any of them. "Yes, I will be attending the ball. I have someone in particular i was planning on dancing with. You?" 

"Really? Is she pretty? She must be if she's making you're going to the ball... Y/N smirked at him, teasing. She knew how much Loki hated those parties. 

"She's extremely pretty... she is quite beautiful. "He says teasingly, not mentioning that he was talking about her. Her beauty had already struck a chord with him, and she had no idea... Loki was also a little disappointed at her, she had already made assumptions as to who he was talking about, and she clearly hadn't even thought that he would find her more attractive... which he did. His face turned slightly red. 

Y/N smiles widen "Are you blushing?" 

"No, I am not blushing!" Loki said, clearly not being truthful. The blush had spread on his cheeks, and she could clearly see it on his face. He was trying to keep his composure but the closer she got to him, the more agitated and flustered he was getting. His breathing had gotten heavier, and he was starting to feel warm. 

"You are." She smiles and chuckled "I want to meet her in the ball. The woman who can make you blush like that must be something." 

Loki knew you would say that she was too curious for her own good. Loki chuckled softly at her comment and his face flushed again "Maybe you should come and see for yourself." 

"Oh, I will." She smiles at him. 

Loki chuckles and rolls over slightly so that he was closer. His eyes twinkled. His breathing was heavier, and he was finding it hard to keep from blushing. He stared directly at her as he spoke. "You'll have to save a dance for me though." 

"Sure." She stands up, offering her hand to help him too. 

He takes her hand and pulls himself up to his feet, his eyes still gazing at her. When he was upright, he stared at Y/N for a few seconds longer. “Thank you…” He says, his voice very soft… very intimate. As if he didn’t mean to let it slip out. Y/N looks up at him, smiling. Loki was very tall, and she was short compared to him.  Once again, she could see the blush on his cheeks as he looked down at her. He looked at her smiling face and wanted to just push Y/N into the grass again and make out with her. But he knew doing that would be quite inappropriate… he couldn’t even control his feelings towards her right now. 

She looks at her dress "You see, it's all dirty now, thanks to someone who pulled me on the grass." 

Loki chuckles softly as he listens, clearly aware that she was referring to him. "It looks fine, darling. I don't mind." He says as his mouth curves into a small smile. 

Y/N rolls her eyes again as she tries to brush off the grass on it, but she couldn't reach her back "Care to help me here? After all, it's your fault.” 

"Certainly." Loki immediately offers to help, he knew the reason why he wanted to help her was to touch her back, but he was trying his hardest not to be inappropriate. A small smirk appears on his face before he reaches and gently caresses her back as he brushed the grass off. 

"Thanks" She starts to walk away, but turn to him when she sees he's not following "Are you gonna just stay there?" 

Loki immediately snaps out of his trance as she walks away... she was quite a teasing girl. "Why would I be following?" Loki asks, his tone was playful as his smile grew wider. 

"Because you're a nice prince that will escort the lady back to her room?" She smirks. 

Loki chuckles again, even though he was blushing, he had to admit it, she was definitely teasing him now. Y/N also called him "Prince", making him sound like a very good man when clearly that wasn't the case... but he couldn't deny her charms either. "Very well, my lady." Loki says mockingly. 

She laughs when he walks by her side "Aren't you going to be a gentleman and offer me your arm?" 

"Oh yes, my dear sweet lady..." Loki says mockingly as he offers her his arm, his grin growing in size. He was playing along with her acting. She links her arm in his as they walk to her room. 

As soon as they reach her room, she let go off his arm "Thank you for escorting me, my dear prince." She says mocking “I guess I see you at the ball later?” 

Loki grins at her once more, he was having so much fun and he was definitely looking forward to later "You will indeed, my lady. I shall see you at the ball." 

She laughs before kissing his cheek "See you."  

His cheeks go bright red in the matter of a second, her kiss was unexpected. He was a God, but her small, sweet kiss made his heart flutter, it really took him by surprise. Y/N shut the door before he could even register what just happened... but he was left stunned by the kiss. He just stood near the door, trying to process what had just happened. 

Later, at the ball, Y/N entered the throne room where the ball was happening. She quickly found Thor and her friends, and she says hello, when she felt a presence behind her.  

"Hello, Loki" She smiles at him. 

Loki wasn't impressed at all with the ball, but that was until Y/N arrived. All his concerns about the ball were completely forgotten… she was here. “Hello darling.” 

"Not trying to scare me again, are you?" She chuckles as she walks away from Thor and the others, Loki following her. 

Loki laughs at her comment “No, I have no interest in scaring you…" He smiles widely, clearly making an effort to show his genuine feelings towards her. She was so beautiful, and he couldn’t look away. 

Y/N chuckles as she got a drink "What about your mysterious girl? Have she arrived?" 

Loki thought if it was it worth making her jealous... Yes… yes it was. This was going to work out just fine, he thought. “Yes, she’s here… you know she couldn’t miss it, I did promise to dance with her tonight…” 

"Good for her..." She whispered to herself while she took a sip of her drink. 

Loki could hear her whisper, that little comment she made definitely showed her jealousy now. He was enjoying this moment immensely because he knew just how much she wanted to be his only priority “Jealous?” Loki asked, the smile on his faces grew wider.  

"Oh, you wish." She chuckles. 

Loki was getting amused by her teasing now, once again she was trying to act like she didn’t care… but her jealously was clearly showing. His hand went up to her chin and gently turned her face to look at him “I don’t know, you seem awfully concerned about this mysterious girl, darling.” 

"I just want to meet the girls who can make the god of Mischief blush, that’s all." She teases him. 

Loki chuckles and leans in slightly, he was enjoying this so much. She was trying so hard not to be jealous, it was so humorous. “Well, I don’t think you’ll be getting the chance my dear. I’m going to make sure I only give her my attention tonight and not you… unless-” Loki said teasingly. 

"Good luck then, Loki" She smiles "I actually promised Thor a dance tonight." Y/N knew that talking about Thor it would hit a nerve on him. 

“You promised Thor a dance?” Loki asks a bit surprised by that. He looks at her and raises an eyebrow. “But... I thought you promised to dance with me…? Why would you agree to a dance with someone else?” 

"What did you say? Oh, right  'I’m going to make sure I only give her my attention tonight and not you.'” she quotes him with a smirk. 

Loki’s eyes widened when she quoted him. She just wouldn’t let anything slip past her, she always knew how to make him get riled up. “That’s different! I was trying to make you jealous, I wasn’t actually planning on giving her all of my attention tonight!” 

"Too bad." She smirks "Have fun with your girl, Loki" It was the last thing she said before she left him. 

He was stunned as she just walked away from him. She was just leaving him? He couldn’t just let her walk away. His voice was raised when he spoke. “Dammit, Y/N! Wait!” 

But it was too late, she had already walked away from him. Loki was mad, he couldn’t believe that she would do this to him. His ego and pride were hurt beyond belief. Y/N in fact had just left the party, walking to the garden again. She sits on the bench, taking her shoes off and letting a few tears fall off her face. 

A few minutes after, Loki realized his mistake. He should have not let her walk away like that, he should have done something to keep Y/N there. But now she was gone... and a wave of guilt washed over his body... He had to find her. Loki went after his brother Thor, after all Y/N had said she was gonna dance with him. But Thor didn't know anything about dancing with her or where she was. 

Y/N took a few minutes to recompose herself, before she hears steps behind her "I'm not in the mood, Loki." 

Loki froze a few steps from her, he had been getting closer and closer but once he heard her voice he went still. She was not trying to talk about it, that was clear to him. "I just needed to find you..." His voice was shaky, he was trying to hide how sad he was, but he felt like his world was just shattered. 

"You found me. Now go back to the ball." Y/N was angry and sad. 

Loki's shoulders drop and a look of sadness falls over his face as he knows that there is nothing he can do now. She refuses to talk to him and if he tries harder, it's only going to make her more upset with him. He is stuck and doesn't have a choice but to do as she says. "Goodbye, darling. I'm sorry..." He mutters. His heart was broken. The only thing on his mind now was getting drunk out of his mind. 

She turns to look at him "Are you really gonna leave?" 

Loki pauses when she says that, she sounded like she was expecting him to do something else besides leave. He takes a deep breath and turns back around to face her "You just said...?" 

"I know what I said. You never listen to me, I didn't think you were gonna start it now..." 

"You just told me to go back to the ball..." He says plainly as his lips curl into a frown. 

She rolls her eyes and turn back to stare at the garden "You're so difficult sometimes." 

Loki is just getting more and more irritated, what did she want from him? She tells him to leave and then act annoyed because he’s actually doing what she asked. "So, you want me to stay now?" 

"No..." 

Loki lets out a sigh, she’s the most complicated woman he’s met. Now he’s back where he was before, back to being lost and confused because she wouldn’t just give him a straight answer. “So...you want me to leave?” 

Y/N sighs "No..." 

"Stop this game, Y/N. Just tell me what you want.” Loki was starting to get flustered by the way she’s acting. 

"I want you." That’s all she says. 

Those three words sent shivers down his spine, it caused his heart to flutter in his chest. She was being straight up with him now… no more confusion, no more games. It made his heart melt a little bit. “...say that again?” 

She turns to look at him this time "I want you." 

His eyes were glued to hers, he just stood in shock and disbelief as she had finally said what he wanted to hear. It was almost too good to be true, maybe this was a dream. “Are you sure that���s what you meant to say?” 

"Gods, Loki. Am I speaking Greek or something?" She asks frustrated, standing up and walking to him. 

Loki chuckles at her comment "No, you're not." His smile widens, his eyes are filled with joy as he leans in and captures her lips with a kiss. She was surprised but after a second, she returned the kiss, her hand going to his neck and his hair. 

Loki’s hands wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her closer to him, their bodies pressed up against each other and his lips were meeting hers. The kiss was so intoxicating, and it kept him from thinking clearly, the only thing that he wanted to do in this moment was to keep kissing her. His kisses became more passionate as he kept up the rhythm, not wanting to ever stop. 

Eventually, she has to break the kiss to breath. Y/N smiles at him as she tries to catch her breath "I though you would do that in this afternoon, when you pulled me on top of you.” 

Loki chuckles and wipes a bit of spit off his lower lip, his eyes are fixated on her lips. He gets a little embarrassed now that she reminds him of that. “…I’ve been wanting to do it all day, but I was hesitant. I didn’t even expect to kiss you tonight.” 

"So...I was your 'mysterious girl'?" She smiled at him. 

Loki chuckles and nods his head slightly “Yes… you definitely were my mystery girl.” 

"You're an ass for making me jealous, you know" She chuckles. 

Loki chuckles as he smiles, clearly enjoying this back and forth between you two… she was so much fun to keep up with. “And how good did you feel when you made me jealous in return by promising to dance with Thor? You weren’t exactly innocent either…” 

Y/N laughs softly “It was good to see your face.” 

Loki laughs too when you admit it to him, clearly you were getting back at him, and it was understandable. He deserves it... “...you are quite the devil, aren’t you?” 

“I am.” She laughs softly. 

[blindtaleteller]

Eh, that depends on how much you're paying attention?

Odin definitely did plenty of murdering all the way into the temple to be shown bloody in it still in the first place; and in the MCU especially, there isn't any telling whether or not his account is honest either. I don't think it's very likely he was being entirely honest in the vault at all, and frankly.. the hows and especially the facts of not just who Loki is as a completely different species with entirely differing traits and abilities even, along with the when and how that got outed at all only help that lean that way.

I mean, just taking Frigga and the skills he learned to shape change and illusion himself early on into account; the fact is that if it were 100% true as presented, they both not only could have avoided at least a portion of the issues early on it caused by not explaining even after he became an adult: but also started to actually go for that peace Odin claimed to want a lot earlier through him if only through the excuse of basic things denied him in doing otherwise; like understanding his own body, or finding out if he had a biological mother still alive, etc. Rather than continuing the lie for 1000-1500 years and just hoping the enchantment used to whitewash him and more, lasted his entire 5k+ lifetime even after they died to leave him to deal with it and the fact that the Jotunheim fight scene alone showed he likely would not be prepared to live normally without that enchantment because of that lie's continuation.

In that regard? Laufey was definitely the less destructive parent of the lot; even if Odin was being honest that he hadn't known Loki would survive. At least even in that regard, Laufey didn't have intentions to psychologically or emotionally torture him for over a thousand years.

" At least Odin didn't try to kill him " that isn't particularly true either. Remember, in TDW it's established in the opening scene that Odin had decided well before he got back to Asgard after the Invasion to execute him without trial on top of all this, regardless of Thanos etc; which is a questionable all on it's own even without the rest of Odin's shady way of dealing with Loki in particular. Especially from a warrior mindset/race. At that point, an actual trial would have been in the best interests of everyone involved; if only to reveal the fact that the other party involved definitely was not done nor did they intend to be: unless, that trial not taking place served a purpose on it's own.

Frigga isn't particularly a great parent in that regard either, being she's the one who taught him; was 'closest' to him as his foster mother: and still went along with all this while denying her part in it as Odin's wife and that 'closest' parent. Not to mention her personal part in putting Loki on the throne in the first Thor film during what at the time was an openly declared war between Asgard and the very species/race they stole him from in the first place, rather than actually doing her part as Queen herself. (That's especially weird given how capable she herself is shown to be in both films and especially TDW, as she remains undefeated until Kurse steps into her fight with Malekith at the end, from behind her; but yeah.)

Also tags.

objectively laufey is the worse parent for doing the infanticide,,,,,,,like whatever Odin did, he is defended by the fact that he’s never tried to kill one of his infant sons

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"Heart to heart"

Loki x reader

Summary: Being in a desperate time, Loki seeks comfort. Or, Loki needs your way with words.

Word count: 2 198

CW: the grammar is dead/eng isn't my first language | hurt comfort

Was written while listening to heart to heart by Mac DeMarco

“You're a villain.”

Four simple words that were resonating in Loki's head. He had agreed with the statement for the sake of argument. And because that had pissed him off. But it did hurt him a little. He had changed. At least he thought he did. Wasn't it obvious he wasn't the same Loki who had tried to conquer Midgard? He wished he could have just punched the cockiness away from X5's face. He was speaking nonsense, trying to get on the Nordic god's nerves. And Loki hated to admit that it had worked, a little too well in his eyes.

He needed to think. He needed someone out of this world to speak with. That was why, while he had told Mobius he needed some air, he had secretly stolen a tempad from the messy desk. He wasn't going to do anything harmful. Making his way to a rather empty space, he chose his next destination, opening the distinguishing orange door.

It only took one second and one step for the god to switch places and be back to his former home. It was weird, being back at Asgard after witnessing it being destroyed through a monitor. The huge amount of gold appeared cold to him, without Life. It was weird being back to this place he had once called home after letting himself fall into oblivion, in front of his father and brother. So much had changed.

Using his power, Loki changed his appearance for a more soldier looking one. Even though he had chosen a time where he was still just Odin's son he couldn't risk being seen. He was already risking a lot by coming here for him and him only. It was a selfish desire to come here to find you. He needed your wisdom. He needed your way with words he never knew he would miss.

So he walked through the huge palace, lingering in corridors when he saw Frigga attending to the plants and other flowers of the garden. He sped up his pace when he spotted Thor and his friends walking in his direction. He walked till he arrived at your secret little piece of heaven. That was how you had called it anyway. A nice withdrawn place surrounded by plants with a single bench to sit on. You loved this place. It was far away from the noises of the palace, and everything really. The sun was making its way through the leaves, hitting just right for you to bathe in it, using the huge plants for the shadow. You could hear nature, something almost impossible to do in the entire city that was Asgard.

Loki remembered the day you first brought him here. You had taken his hand within yours, drawing him away from his brother he was angry at. He did complain in the beginning, unwillingly following behind you. He had tried to break your linked hands but you never bulged. Maybe you weren't a soldier nor a god, but you were still an asgardian. The more you walked, the more he could hear total silence. That wasn't odd, but the atmosphere of the place you were taking him was in a way. It felt like you were leading him somewhere new, while he was sure he had seen everything this palace had to offer, running in corridors with Thor when both were still young and ignorant.

When you arrived, you had simply, gently pushed him toward dense plants. Putting his hands in front of his face to protect himself from the impact he was surprised when he went through. Hot on his heels, you hurried him to continue his journey through the greens. The second he put a foot in the squared hidden place, he automatically felt at ease. Like nothing else mattered, like he never almost started yet another argument with his brother.

This was a memory Loki never wanted to forget. Even though he had never said it that day, he had highly appreciated your effort to bring peace to him.

The ruffling of leaves dragged his attention away from his mind. Changing again, he opted for his asgardian attire that he hadn't had the chance to wear for what felt like a lifetime. As he turned toward the wall of plants, he finally saw you walking out of it stopping when your eyes landed on him.

You blink twice, thrice, without a doubt confused. Your gaze going all over him, analyzing his features. The silence was growing pretty heavy, even for the god. That was until you broke it with an unexpected question.

“Who are you?” You asked softly, never drawing your little dagger he knew you were always caring around. You weren't on your guard. Which highly contraindicated with what you had previously asked. If he was a stranger in your eyes, you should have been either attacking him or protecting yourself. Two survival instincts you apparently didn't have.

That made the god of mischief frown his eyebrows for a quick second until he slipped back into his character of young and ignorant Loki. “What do you mean?” He questioned a small smile shaping his lips.

Straightening, you balanced your weight on one foot. “Well if you are the Loki I know,” You started a confident glee in your eyes as an identical smile drew on your lips. “Who did I just see going to his room sulking because he lost ,yet again, a bet to Thor?” There was no ill or malicious attention as you listed what had given him away. “Plus I never told you about this place.”

Your perceptiveness was something he had always liked, hence the fondly smile on his face as he looked down. “Well, at least I don't need to pretend anymore.” Coming out of him, a green light started to surround him, revealing an older version of the man you loved, making you take a tiny step back. “What I'm about to say might seem crazy.” He started, gesturing to you to go take a seat on the bench. Eyes still trained on the god, you almost didn't register what he said. And Loki took your silence as hesitation and cautiousness. “I won't hurt you.”

That broke you out of your trance. “No, I know that.” You assured, taking a step forward. “But why would you assume I would think that of you?” You were genuinely asking, head slightly tilted to the side emphasizing your sincerity.

“Why would you not?” He asked back, avoiding answering and furthermore showing his feelings. He wasn't ready to do that just yet.

“Because you're not a bad guy obviously.” You answered simply. “As much as Thor's friends depicts you as such, I know you're not.” You conclude making your way to the bench.

Behind, Loki was pretty shocked with how easily you were certain about him. You believed him greatly, almost blindly. As he joined you on the bench, he couldn't stop thinking about how he was going to break your trust in your future. The soon to come banishment of Thor that would make him king. But he just wanted to make his father proud, he could have done it. He could have done anything for it back then.

“So, what is that crazy thing you were about to tell me?” Your voice brought him back from his own mind. “I would like to remind you that your mother was raised by witches, I highly doubt that what you're about to say will shock me.”

There it was, the Asgardian pride. Once again a fond smile shaped his face as he looked down. Looking up, a mischievous glee was visible in his emerald eyes. “Well.” He started, explaining the whole mess he found himself to be. He told you everything, from Mobius to He who remains, from variants to sacred timeline.

That made him laugh a little how your face slowly shaped into a dazed one, mouth slightly open. When Loki finished his tale, you blinked many times, trying to get rid of your confusion.

“I was wrong.” Was the first thing you said after having integrated everything. “If I understand correctly, there's a place at the end of time.” You waited for him to agree. “And there's a man, he who remains, that another Loki-”

“Sylvie.” He cut you, correcting your mistakes.

“Right, my apologies. That Sylvie killed and now another he who remains will come back and destroy everything. But you're here to prevent that.”

“More or less, yes exactly.” He shaked his head right and left, not having time to waste.

“It seems like you've been quite busy.” You joked tenderly.

At that, he let a single snicker cross his lips. “That I have.” For a moment neither of you spoke, preferring basking in the sunlight and the nostalgic silence.

That was odd for you, being nostalgic of something you hadn't lost. Both Thor and your absence in his story didn't escape you. Something terrible was going to happen. And even though you were in a happy one sided love with the god of mischief, knowing you weren't a part of his future made your heart ache. That was probably why you felt sentimentale while talking with Loki.

It was also odd for the god, being sat down here with you. He knew of the undying love you had for him, all Asgard knew. He never reciprocated your feelings, something you were very fine with. Him not sharing your love never meant he never had affection for you. Being here with you in your personal heaven made him think about how he should have tried harder. He should have tried showing his affection toward you more.

Sighing, Loki turned a bit more to you. “I'm here because I need your help.” He broke the comfortable silence, focusing back on the urgent matter in his hands. “I'm in need of an external pair of eyes.”

You were touched by his request as he wasn't one to express his need for help. That made you wonder how much had happened for him to have changed like he did.

“Loki I'm moved that you thought of me, but I fail to see how I can be of assistance.” You confessed, eyebrows sadly furrowed upward. “This is bigger than me, this is even probably bigger than the All father himself.”

“This is precisely why I need help.” Explained Loki with more aggravation. “He who remains needs to be stopped, people are going to die.”

“And I'm afraid you could be one of them.” Your statement stopped the god's racing thoughts. That wasn't something he was prepared for. Having people caring deeply for him was still something he wasn't quite used to. Even if before the TVA he knew you were caring for him, his blind rage made it hard for him to really see it.

Because that was new to him, he didn't know what to say, so you continued your tirade. “Loki you're fighting for the greater good and this is great, it really is. But this whole situation, I'm afraid it might eat you from the inside. I'm afraid this whole mess might lead you somewhere bad. Ir to your death.” You poured your feelings in each and every word. “It seems to be the kind of problem that can only be resolved with terrible and devastating solutions like sacrificing yourself.” You looked desperate, and it was heartbreaking for the god to see you like that again. It hadn't happened since he tried to take over Midgard. “I know you will take that option over anything else, you always sulked back to your room promising yourself to never fall for another one of Thor's bait you still do it. Because you're kind and good-hearted. Nothing like Sif and the warriors three describe you to be.”

This time it was the god who was taken aback. Every word you said went right through his heart. If only he knew that back then when he was living in his brother's shadow. But he couldn't blame you for not telling him. His rage was too thick for anything to cross. Surprisingly he felt his eyes burnt, the signal of soon to come tears. That was exactly why he came to you.

X5 was wrong about him. He wasn't a villain, he never was.

Another fond smile drew his lips as he stood up from the bench. He took in his surroundings one last time, admiring your favorite place, making a mental picture in his mind. Turning back to you he bent to your level, taking your head in his hands.

“I'm sorry I didn't try harder.” He didn't let you the time to question his antics as he got closer, softly kissing your forehead. He conveyed all the affection he failed to show you back in this simple gesture. Detaching his lips from your skin, a green glow emanated from his hands.

“Loki?”

And unwillingly, he made you forget about your shared heart to heart. When you opened your eyes, he was gone. There was no left trace of his presence. Nothing except for the warm spot on your forehead.

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Loki x wife!Reader Headcanons [throughout the MCU]

Thor1 Loki: He's so soft soft baby TM and caring and always so sweet to you, in private or in public. Love is overflowing! Always kissing you and spoiling you. Not handsy but is always hand holding, or wraps arm around your waist. 2x Verbal Admiration than when he courted you. Favorite thing in the world is your blush and your laugh. You make him melt and he worships the ground you walk on. Gifts, LOTS of gifts. 

"i don't deserve you, y/n."  "If You don't deserve me, no one else does." 

💕How is the love-making?: Soft and Full of emotion! Worships your body; worships You. He'll make you understand why it's called love-making. Frequent eye contact because he loves getting lost in your eyes. Asgard who? (Odin has to forbid you from seeing Loki at work hours because it distracts him😂)

Avengers1 Loki: won't even look you in the eye, ignores your presence like his heritage. When you do manage to get a word with him, he'll Loki-talk you (i.e. vague words with ambiguous meanings that can be interpreted any way) into thinking he's been cheating on you (LIES). Not even a decent answer. Refuses to give you anything but his ire. 

"You still think me a lovesick puppy, girl?"  "My husband is a God who's just deeply devoted to his wife! Who are you and what have you done to him!?"  "Tut tut, my darling Lorelei -oh wait, that's not Your name." *smirks evilly and vanishes* 

💕Um.. love-making..?: most probably not, he's busy being Villain TM. But if you do manage to, he'll end up leaving you unsatisfied or humiliated, tossing you away like a rag doll -anything to make you think he's a bad guy (He's not. But you have to, otherwise The Other might hurt you too.)

TDW Loki: he'd still keep up the A1 facade and if you still want him, he'll be mean and act borderline disrespectful, claiming it's your duty as his wife. But in reality, he only wants to hurt you because spending the rest of his life locked up will be easier with you hating him. Looks at you longingly from his cell with an inexplicable sadness in his eyes, but will aboslutely deny it. 

"I know you wouldn't invade Midgard simply for power. I know you are above that, Loki."  "It is 'my Prince' to you. And, I'd rather you stick to your duties as just my wife." 

💕Smut?: Sure, if you hide it from Odin's knowledge. Lots of degradation, though. You can see the apology on his face, feel the desperation on his touch and hear the veiled sadness is his piercing words. His body language is begging you to stay, yearning for you and hoping you'd understand. Once it's over, he won't even look at your eyes knowing if he does, he can't be mean to you. What hurts him should make him stronger. 

TR Loki: After he shockingly discovered his mysterious survival, he ran back to the palace in search of you. But got to Odin first and.. y'know. He's successfully avoided any romance with you thanks to his disguise, but yearning is on the double when he sees the depth of your devotion. 

"All-Father, I wish to petition a statue on my... late husband's behalf. Of him, of what he's done for Asgard."  "He's a traitor and a convict."  "Who gave his life in atonement. It was a misguided atte-"  "Misguided!? Is that what you call acting against the Hlidskjalf? He invaded Midgard and took innocent lives!"  "And paid for it with his own. I beg your reconsideration, All-Father."  *After a long, scrutinizing pause* "The council will decide." "T-thank you, All-Father."  *Loki as Odin looks at you bow and retreat, sadness in his eyes* 'Oh, my love, how do you still love me after all I've done to you?' 

After evading death by planetary destruction and back in the Statesman hale, healthy and alive, he makes up for earlier. You refuse to accept, still feeling bitter, but Loki has his ways ;) 

💕How so? 👀: As I said, making up. For dayyyys. Lots of apologizing, lots of begging and even the occasional spanking. Many, many rounds even. Thor is quite concerned. Wait, why is Loki carrying you everywhere, can't you wal- OH. 

IW Loki: If you thought you knew how much he loves you (in Thor1), oh baby, you're about to be proven wrong. F*cking killed Thanos in, like, 2 seconds max. All it took was Big Ugly Grape-head to see you and give a creepy smile, the next minute he's lying headless on the ground, his army dissipating into dust. 

"The tesseract or yo-" *gets decapitated by Loki* 

❓And the love-making?: .... uh, doubtful.. Thor is busy choking your husband about why the f*ck he didn't say anything of having the tesseract. (Seriously, Thor, how else did you think he survived a planetary level destruction!? *exasperated sigh*) 

And you lived happily ever after <3 

The end. 💚

[silenceinternalmonologue]

thinking about how the first time loki died, he told odin "i could have done it for you".

thinking about how the second time loki died, he told thor "i didn't do it for [odin]".

thinking about how after one thousand years of mistreatment, of gaslighting, of teaching him to hate his own species, of purposefully allowing him to believe there was a chance for him to be appreciated only to reduce him to second-best every single time, loki was still willing to do anything for odin.

only after a four-thousand year sentence to solitary confinement, a blatant refusal to judge him fairly (at least on par with thor) for his crimes, complete disregard as to where he had been in the void for a year. only after allowing loki to miss his mother's death and funeral without any intention of even telling him she had died. only after all of this was loki able to decide he didn't have to do anything for him.

and even then, he was still doing things for the kingdom and family who had never valued him as much as he should have been.

yeah i'm just thinking a lot about these things

[und3r00s]

“That fucker is lucky I wasn’t there.”

“I know Wade.” Peter sighed. Peter was actually thankful he wasn’t there. He knew how Wade had trouble when it came to taking things too far. He knew if Deadpool had been there the criminal would have never gotten the chance to be in his cold prison cell.

“it’s not even bad, just a little cut.” Which was true, it only fucked up one of his lenses that completely shattered into his eye, thankfully it only cut his brow a bit. Peter had been through worse. A LOT worse. And it would heal pretty quickly so all was well in the world. At least for spider-man standards. Wade on the other hand… was still sulking.

“How dare that low life shit for brains loser out even a scratch on my baby boys face. Odin knows how lucky he is to be in jail right now.” Wade hated when Peter got any form of injuries, which was pretty often but normally Peter was able to avoid the face, normally. Other spots were easier to hide from Wade for the most part.

“I’m home and safe and that’s all that matters, you know it’s part of the crime fighting life.” Peter rolled his eyes hoping the conversation would just be over so they could relax and watch some tv.

Wade let out a large frustrated sigh. “Fine.” Peter knew it didn’t mean just fine. “Listen, your feelings are valid, I don’t like seeing you hurt either regardless of your regeneration. I understand. But I’m here alive and present and barely a scratch on me, a win is a win.” Wade looked down and then up at Peter and gave a defeated look.

“Okay okay you win. It’s just hard seeing the person you love in any pain.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Peter did understand so much. With so much love and lost he understood entirely. He wrapped himself around Wade and pulled him into an embrace.

They finally got back to watching their show. Wade seemed to be doing better and all was right again in the world, until the next time Peter went on patrol lol

[crooked-wasteland]

Please God, Lucifer, Zeus, Odin, Ra, or whoever is there, don't let Viv tauch any other myth/belife sistem/folklore after HB, or HH ends.

Viv did zero to no reasearch, and niether her or her fans have any kind of support towoards the people who have that belife sistem/worship those figures (demons in this case), or it's history and the culture they come from (demonology in this case).

There is a reason why a lot of people who worship Stolas hate the show, or have "Helluva Boss fans don't interact" in they bio.

Greek, Norse, Egyptian, Chinese, Japanese, or any other mythology doas not deserve this treatment.

Hazbin and Helluva Boss is for animation what Lore Olympus was for webtoons.

The point being that many people nowadays can say Lore Olympus is junk media in how it treats the female lead, the narrative structure, and the failed story beats; it was one of the first western webtoons on the internet to be paid to create content of this kind. Just like HB and HH are the first piece of indie animated media most younger people are being introduced to.

But taking from a podcast discussing Lore Olympus, it is very unrefined. The more webtoons that came out and were translated for western audiences, the more people realized how subpar Lore Olympus' storytelling was. It is an unrefined pallet. As Lackadaisy and other indie animated projects come out and gain audiences, we'll see more and more people leave Medrano and her works behind. Because mediocrity is the first step towards opening the door for greatness.

[howtotwirlaknife22]

anything with logan i love that man so much oh my gof

Logan!! My darling dearest!!

Logan Walker general headcannons

So first, I think Logan and Hesh’s dynamic together is definitely quiet black cat and loud and proud golden retriever.

In this instance, Logan is the black cat.

He’s quiet, but he’s not afraid to speak his mind when the time calls for it.

Logan was all of the teachers favorite in school because of how quiet he was and how well he did academically.

Logan definitely looks up to Hesh and tries his hardest to follow in his footsteps, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his own interests and life outside of his family life.

Logan strikes me as a bit of everything, he was never really someone who had a set place in a clique.

He was definitely a little bit of an alternative kid, but he could also get down with the jocks and popular people at the same time.

He definitely had 2010’s emo fringe hair when he was in high school. I’m serious.

Logan knows how to play drums, and at one point him and Hesh were convinced that they’d both start up a band together before ODIN struck.

Since Riley is technically BOTH Hesh and Logan’s dog, it took them a while to figure out a plan of custody over Riley. Sometimes they’d bicker like divorced parents over who got to take care of Riley on what days.

Logan is the definition of silent but deadly in the field, he could sneak up on 3 enemies and take them out and they’d never even hear a single footstep until it hit them.

One of his favorite comfort meals is chicken Alfredo with broccoli. It reminds him of the classic meal his mom used to make them as kids (even if he did hate the broccoli as a kid).

I actually like to think both Hesh and Logan look a lot like Elias, but Logan represents a younger Elias a lot more. Hesh tends to look like Elias feature wise, but you can definitely tell he got a lot more of their mother. I like to think Elias had more blonde toned hair when he was younger and in my mind I think Logan has a sandier brown hair.

Aside from his family, Logan’s favorite member on the Ghosts is Keegan. He looks up to him a lot especially after Elias’s death.

Logan is one of the sweetest people to be with in a relationship, although he can be incredibly stubborn at times (Taurus male).

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Very respectfully, may I request a nsfw story?? A pretty tall Fem! Reader who's also into pegging. To others she seems like a very kind, funny, loving & breathtakingly gorgeous partner. She's always being openly affectionate & frequently showers her partner with gifts. But she's also freaky & very playful in the sheets? Like holding up her palms, ready to touch her boyfriend's chest while saying "just one squish daddy" as she rails him from behind. And her aftercare is amazing too, like lots of kisses, hugs, cuddles, bringing them their favorite food & drinks, drawing them a relaxing bath etc.

For: ODIN, Hades, Poseidon, Thor & Lubu

Minors DNI

-It took you quite a while for him to agree to this. At any other time, he was fully ready to give you whatever you wanted in the bedroom, but this request took him some time to agree to it.

-You were a wonderful partner, doting, caring, loyal, always willing to shower him in not only gifts but praise as well- telling him exactly what he wanted to hear, something he did always appreciate.

-He adored having you as a partner, as you were stunning, being just as tall as he was, being a warrior- being able to take care of yourself, so just like him you had an aura of power around you, one that many others respected.

-In your shared bedroom, it was give and take- you both could worship each other for hours, leaving the other shaking, begging for more or begging for a break- it was not gentle in the bedroom but that’s how both of you liked it.

-Like anything new brought into the bedroom, the first course of action was to discuss things, boundaries mainly and safe-words, just in case if he wanted to have an out with this new bedroom adventure.

-This came with a stipulation before he would let you peg him, you let him cream pie you- holding onto your hips as you moaned out his name so sweetly, getting to ravage you first.

-However, what was supposed to be one round, the moment he saw his cum dripping out of you, he was quickly on you again, pinning you down- but you weren’t complaining <3

-However, now- seeing you there, with the harness attached to your hips, the dildo attached, ready for him after you covered it with lube- he was feeling nervous, even if he didn’t say anything.

-The dildo wasn’t anything big, it was just a standard sized one- for this time at least~~

-Hated that he liked the feeling of it, his teeth clenched together as his eyes were crossing as you were humping into his prostate. He felt so full but your actions felt so good- even more so when your hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. As he was getting close, your hand tightened around the base, making him thrown his head back, “You bitch- let me-” he moaned so pretty as you rocked into his prostate again, pushing hard against him, making his complaints die as you smirked, almost wickedly, “Let’s see how long you can hold it while I do this~~” He didn’t last long but he had to admit he had never cum so hard in his life before, it left his knees shaking. You were soft cleaning him up, helping him calm down as you peppered his face in kissed, praising him. When you smiled softly, asking if he enjoyed himself, he sent you a small glare before giving your rear a playful swat, which made you giggle.

            -Hades, Poseidon, and Odin.

-Let’s just say you understood why one round with him always turned into three or more, as you pounded into him from behind, holding onto his hips. His back was so alluring, his hair everywhere as you watched him grabbing onto the sheets below, trying to keep his sounds of pleasure low- he didn’t want you to know that he liked this feeling- it felt so weird, but at the same time he was feeling his knees shake. Your hands snuck around to his belly before sliding down, one hand moving to his balls while the other went to his tip, your nail scratching gently across the slit as he hissed out loudly. He moved his head to glare back at you and you couldn’t help but grin brightly, “I see why you do this- this is fun!!” you better hope that you make him cum hard so he can’t walk or move because he was planning on paying you back ten times, but he knew you wouldn’t really complain.

-Thor and Lu Bu

[rydiathesummoner]

Rating FFXVI characters based on how badass they were when they died*

*the official status from Square Enix for three of the characters is "it's up to the player's interpretation" but for the purpose of this post obviously I'm rating as if they died.

Spoilers start here!

Elwin 4/10

It's always a bit badass to die saving your kid. So he gets some points there. And he didn't go out crying about how he was betrayed. That said, he was REALLY caught off guard by Head Chopper, and as the ruler of a nation and the spouse of a conniving bitch I expected more from him.

The Bastards 7/10

Squashed by Boulder Dude gets lots of points for the memorable epic scream. Axe Dude here gets points for getting murdered without messing up his hair. Now THAT's talent. Tiamat gets no points. He was easily beaten by his subordinate, plus he was given a chance to escape his position and he chose to remain loyal to Sanbreque. Like bro. That was your chance. So many people died in that battle. You could have just vanished. Did anybody go looking for Clive after he vanished? No! You died Sanbreque's loyal little bitch.

Benedikta 9/10

Benedikta went out like a champ. An absolute badass. She didn't even flinch at the previously unknown Eikon of Fire, she just took one look and was like "ok yeah sure I''ll kick this one's ass too." Girl regrew limbs and stood on Ifrit's face. She showed the player how scary eikons are. I'd give her a 10/10, but she threw my dog.

Cid 10/10

Cid destroyed a mothercrystal, got stabbed by an interdimensional monster, STOOD BACK UP to stab Ultima in the neck, then spent his last moments giving Clive a heartwarming and encouraging speech. He went out on his own terms, despite being a dominant. Bravo Cid 🫡

Imreann 0/10

Just look at this asshole. He genuinely thought Jill wouldn't kill him. His last moments were spent like "Wait, why is the girl I horribly mistreated killing me? That's not fair!" I considered giving him a pity point because Jill's badassery is awesome in this scene, but nah.

Hugo 4/10

The fight was a 10/10, but his death was too quick after that to really show any badassery. He used up everything he had to fight Clive, which I'll give him points for. But just turning instantly to stone like that... I dunno, he just seems pretty 'armless.

Sylvestre 6/10

Again, giving points here for dying to protect your kid. Even if your kid is a possessed monster from a conniving bitch. I gave him an extra point for running even though he needs a cane. And another because I'm pretty sure he figured out he was a dumbass all along in his last minutes.

Olivier 2/10

I'll give points for this death making me laugh. It wasn't a badass death at all, but I still clapped in my head.

Annabella 4/10

I hate this cunt so much. I wanted to kill her myself, but she stole that too. I'll give her points for the mystery of whether she actually thought Joshua was a demon or if she was just manipulating to the very end. Plus a point for trying to cut Joshua with her knife. If she really did think he was a demon, at least she tried to defend herself.

Barnabas 9/10

The fight was great. The crazy-man laugh was great. The best part though, is that he got one over the most overpowered person on the planet just by grabbing his ankle. Clive didn't even want Odin's power, but Barnabas was like "nope, you're slurping my powers whether you want to or not." I took off a point for his last words reminding the player of the scene of him cuddling his mom naked, ugh not the last thing I want to remember about the dude.

Dion 3/10

I gave him points because the "I ask not for acceptance but for forgiveness" part was cool, but everything else about this death was stupid. He's still babbling about his worthless father. He doesn't even mention the one person genuinely in his corner. He's badass the rest of the game, so his Suicide by Demigod death is incredibly stupid. Look, I've spent way too much time in the past in a therapist's chair ticking The Bad Boxes so I really, really understand the mental state. But that doesn't change the fact that killing yourself over something you didn't have control over is stupid. It would have been far more badass if he managed to find a way to live with himself, because that's far harder than offing yourself.

Joshua 10/10

Joshua was frail and weak, but he really powered through until the end. His dedication was admirable. He gave it his all, including his Phoenix powers. His last speech to Clive was so sweet, and it really showed his faith in Clive to do what was right for the world.

Ultima 7/10

The fight was great. But the sheer pettiness here won me over. Clive won fair and square, and Ultima is STILL getting his digs in, right up to the last second. His last words are pure snark. Maybe that's not very badass, but I can at least respect it.

Clive 9/10

I respect his ability to swim/float to the beach after that last fight. That's badass. I only took a point off because he didn't drag himself very far onto the beach. His body may be in trouble when the tide comes in. It's nice that his last moments are thinking of the ones he loved. But most impressive of all is that despite JUST dragging himself out of the water, his hair looks like he just stepped out of the salon. Like, damn. Nobody will ever top that ability. No man can compete with that.

[bolszaja-miedwedica]

NEW ABOUT ME:

-I'm genderfluid and audhd, borderline too (undiagnosed because the system sucks) and diagnosed schizophrenic

-godspoused! if you're anti fuck off

-I'm an age regressor but i curse a lot on this blog so age regressors feel free to follow my agere side blog @there-are-sharks-in-my-milk

-i don't discriminate anyone this is a safe space for minorities, poc, microlabels, systems, lgbt people, therians, everyone who is not a hateful jerk

-this blog is a mix of me posting about my deities, stray kids and other stuff i find interesting

-sometimes i vent make sure you're okay with it

blog rules are:

-if my practice looks different than yours and you don't like it you're free to unfollow

-if my vents annoy you and you feel the urge to tell me its my fault you're free to unfollow this is my shadow work free from censor space

-if you feel the need to tell me i seem psychotic you're free to fuck off

-don't fuckin curse me??? some of yall are not behaving and it's pissing me off

-other than that be kind and respectful to me and my friends

to interact with my blog make sure that you aren't:

racist, homophobic, terf, pedo, ableist, anti agere, a nsfw blog (it makes me uncomfortable), generally a hateful human

now the best part:

worshipping:

-Sekhmet

-Holy Mary

-Baba Jaga

-Medusa

-Kali

-Lilith

working with:

Marzanna, Apollo, Dionysus, Hecate, Persephone, Asclepius, Hel, Anat, Death, Satan, Leszy, Cernunnos, Horned God, Helios, Venus, Freyja, Asmodeus, Baphomet archangel Jophiel, Thoth, Fenrir, Dantalion, Buer, Beelzebub, Mut, Bes, Bacchus, Kogkipr (an unknown deity), Proserpina, Cnabetius Mars, Tegid Foel, angel Sariel, Hermanubis, Amun, Deimos and Phobos, Kvasir, Wepwawet, The Dagda, Swarożyc, Lucifer, Begotho (unknown deity), Aphrodite Areia, Stracchus (unknown deity), Ruadan, Somnia, Kek, Cerberus, Hestia, Nyx, Cerridwen, the Morrigan, Parvati, Shiva, Krishna, Vishnu, RadhaRani, Lakshmi, archangel Gabriel, archangel Azrael, Nakir and Munkar, archangel Michael, archangel Israphil, Kiram and Katibun, Somnus, Loki, Mokosz, Allah, Brigid, Hermes, Shakti, Anubis, Weles, Baldur, Khnum, Poseidon, Amphitrite, Astaroth, Neith, Wenut, Ganesha, Perun, Khepri, Inanna, Dola/Niedola, Ariadne, Jaryło, Chors, Sleipnir, Zorza, Jormungandr, Odin, Czarnobóg, Blodeuwedd, Set, Mafdet, Idunn, Seshat, Dziewanna, Artemis, Arioch, Eros, Vesna, Selene, Luna, Leviathan, Behemoth, Nox, Mammon, Abaddon, Azazel, Kathos, Vesta, Sun, Moon, Minerva, Athena, Eosphorus, Stolas, Melinoe, Mary of Magdala

spirits that i work with:

-Pahiri (a white dragon spirit)

-Nkfofa (the mermaid spirit guide)

-a fae

-Fienon (a rusałka)

-Mo Xasii (familiar nr 1)

-Hilkog (spirit guide)

-Kalina (a harpy)

-Zanota (a mermaid spirit guide nr 2)

-Gawoż (hydra, familiar nr 2)

- Kiityk (upiór spirit guide)

-Xyo (a red fire dragon)

-Bemamo (a dragon shark)

devoting to:

-King Hades

-Bastet

-Aphrodite

I'm not really a hellenic polytheist, nor a kemetic one, not really a slavic one as well although i am hyperfixated on slavic paganism, yes, and i do wanna work with more slavic deities in the future but I don't label myself as anything I'm just a witch and a pagan i celebrate the slavic holidays and my deities holidays because they're the closest to me. if i were to label myself i would use "rodzimowierca"? but I'm just a witch, and well apparently a medium now too so 😀 fun uhh

i do free readings too! 5 a day to not burn out so quick but i wanna get more skilled since divination is my favourite skill to get one just dm me tp ask if im open!

I'm planning to master:

-cartomancy

-herbology

-moon magic

-blood magic

-protection

-palmistry

-reading more books...

-my fuckin research motivation...

i can do:

-tarot

-clairvoyance

-clairaudience

-spells and shit

-rituals

-sigils

-tea blends i guess

-motanki

-scrying

-oracle

-runes (both nordic and witch's runes)

-smoke reading

-crystal ball

-curses

sława! :]