#amora x Loki

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have u read the book "Loki Where Mischief Lies"? i've been trying to find Loki and Theo fanart for a long time but so few people have read the book 😭

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[MCU Loki x Amora]

CHAPTER ONE

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Please see the above linked “Masterlist” for all warnings and disclaimers about the fic, thank you.

[Prelude] [Chapter Two]

The first night he really noticed her was quiet. Surprisingly perhaps, Loki rather liked it that way. He wasn’t one for the feasts and parties like his brother, though that’s not to say he didn’t enjoy a drink between companions time and again. Some nights he simply preferred the silence afforded in the surrounding of books, a cup of cold mead, and time to himself to think. Usually driven by the spite of Thor’s latest annoyance, or yet another moment in which his ape-like sibling proved yet another incompetence with his lack of tact and unwillingness to think beyond the moment or his next conquest (drink or women alike). That particular evenings frustration was at the fact that Thor and his warriors had nearly started a dispute with nobles from another realm, something that he in the end had to ease over with coin and quiet words after the fact, though he had no doubt that the oaf would call it ‘fear of angering the mighty Thor’ when no repercussions came.

Usually preferring the comfort of his own private rooms and collection of reading material, this night he felt the need for something new and perhaps a little out of field for him, a better distraction than any of his usual tomes. But instead of finding the library empty as it more often was this time in the evening, everyone else out in taverns or in their homes, upon entering the building he immediately heard humming.

It wasn’t overly loud, clearly they weren’t inconsiderate, but the silence in the hall packed with rows upon rows of books and scrolls of every shape, size and colour was usually so dense that even the slightest sound could sound like a hurricane. So Loki drifted between the shelves, closing in on the source, the tune light, catchy even, and likely the sort of thing someone would dance to if heard on instruments. It took longer than he expected, until suddenly there she was.

Of course he knew who she was, they weren’t strangers really. Amora had come to Asgard by invitation of one of the greatest sorceresses of the realms, Karnilla, and had studied under her and his mother Frigga both, moulded into a witch of high renown and infamous allure. She had lived amongst them for two thousand years by now, at best guess, though time grows harder to measure as it goes on. But beyond enjoying the chaos she had briefly caused between Thor and Sif at one time, years ago now, and the occasional polite small talk at feasts, Loki had never directly spoken to her alone. It wasn’t intentional, and surely they had plenty in common, but he was reserved in comparison to her bold nature, so they simply.. Drifted around one another.

She was bent slightly over a table in between two sets of shelves, an array of books laid out across its oak top in varying sizes lying open. Dressed in a relatively simple dark green dress that hung off her loosely, styled as an off the shoulders gown that shimmered gold when the skirt moved, and loose golden waves trailing down her back and hanging around her face like thick curtains obscuring her expression.

Loki wasn’t sure how long he stood there exactly, staring, but eventually he moved forward without declaration and simply greeted her with the statement:

“What a lovely tune.”

With that, her head darted upward, and despite all their other meetings in the years before, Loki felt the air momentarily sucked out of his lungs. It might be the most simple he had ever seen her, barely any makeup besides dark eyeliner, no fancy hair pins or jewels hanging around her neck, no dipping neckline down her breasts or countless rings and bracelets and her usually perfectly unblemished skin bore light freckles around her nose and cheeks. His magic tingled even to note that in comparison to her usual illusions, things he imagined likely made her all the more enchanting to her prey, weren’t present. So this was the real her, hm?

Her eyes no less like green, perhaps not as bright and shining, a little duller maybe? Like grass rather than emeralds. Stray hairs falling haphazardly over her face, not perfectly coiled in curls. Her nails barely above the pink, fingers stained with ink, without the usual claw-like and golden paint shape and shade they usually were.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, she was breathtaking. He rather preferred her like this, he thought, before she spoke and pushed him from his ponderings.

“Midgard creation, if you can believe it? Their taste grows better as the years go on, though I do miss Mozart. Wonderful music, terrible taste in wine.”

Not quite what he expected to hear, but he couldn’t disagree.

“I prefer the older tunes,” he found himself saying. “Scandinavian, around the time of our first visits.”

She chuckled at that, a melodic sound, before she responded. “I figured you might. I quite like them on occasion, but it’s all about the mood of the moment. Though I suppose their darker tones suit you well.” she explained with a growing smirk on her lips. An annoying one, Loki thought.

“Curious, though, to see you here.. Not quite enough adoring onlookers or patrons vying for your attention here, surely?” He snipped with a sly smile on his face. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so sharp, but it was his way, wit and sarcasm, the shield he held proudly that deflected anyone who’d ever dream of trying to push it aside.

The hardness behind the green eyes came forward then, and he briefly felt guilty, realising her remark wasn’t meant as a joke against him as he first thought.

“If all I was meant to be was a pretty face, then I’d be simpering with the rest of the pathetic courtiers this evening, wouldn't I? Especially considering my mass of ‘vying patrons’, my prince.” She spat the last word particularly venomously, like his favourite kind of snake was want to do, though her expression was as pretty as a painting, even that coy smirk was damn near perfect. The audacity of it.

He at least had the good manners to look apologetic, for a few seconds, before replying. “Forgive me.. That was unkind. I’m not in the kind mood suited for company, as you can tell.”

It was Amora’s turn then to feel a twinge of guilt. She could plainly see the regret twisted with frustration and the kind of built up rage that she recognised from her own reflection, only in his bright blue eyes compared to her jade ones. That kind of anger that boiled and grew like a tumour, monstrous and ready to consume everything is touched if it wasn’t released in small bouts of destruction to ease the heated sensation in the gut that churned like bad food until it had an out.

She wasn’t the kind of person that cared what others thought. Not of her, and certainly not of other people. But she couldn’t help her curiosity looking at the princeling, wanting to know what caused such a handsome face to be marred by so much unquelled ire. Fascinating.

Oh there was no denying he was handsome, to her mind, with those blue eyes that stared into your soul and sharp jaw, dark jet hair that spiked off a little at the ends. It used to be shorter, she remembered, but he’d begun growing it lately and it suited him. It would look better even longer though, Amora speculated. His own muted green shirt and black-brown leather vest, matching pants and boots alike all fit him quite tightly, leaving little to the imagination of his lean yet muscular structure or proud stature.

They fell into light conversation, the quips left in the past, sharing their reasoning for being in the library that night and their own quick tempers. Loki was surprised to learn of her own reasonings, a frustration with a fellow student of Karnilla (Lorelei, he later learned her name to be), and her obsession with his brother. Disgusting. Still an easy sense of companionship formed, the pair sharing knowledge of the literature in the hall as well as their various experiences with ‘short sighted’ companions.

It was strange, to have someone to talk to, as freely as they were willing to be at least, they both thought. The feeling of a kindred spirit briefly went through Amora’s mind, but she dismissed it quickly. No one was an equal, Karnilla had drilled it into her head, and she shouldn’t pretend that she’ll find one either. Even if it was in someone who actually had reason to be. So they kept it polite, bordering on the edges of their comfort zones, discussing magic and glamours till the night turned to dawn and silver light turned yellow as it dappled through the windows.

It wasn’t expected by either of them to meet again like this, to have another moment with the one who intrigued them and stole a portion of their thoughts from then on. But life finds a way, and at the edge of Asgard, a golden set of all seeing eyes crunched as his expression moved to smile, Heimdall had a soft spot for twists of fate after all.

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A Moment Away

Winter Masterlist - Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Third

Ship: Loki x Amora

Type: Fluff

Wordcount: 516

Prompt: "Stars"

Synopsis: Loki and Amora get away from the chaos of life and find a moment of peace on a grassy field, looking up at the stars.

A/N: So obviously I haven't been super pungent with all my winter prompts, however I do really want to try to do as many as possible so some that are general winter may be posted in January as well? But Christmas/holiday themed ones will be before Christmas hopefully. I'm making an effort here, guys, but I will not let myself burnout.

The sky was lit up with billions of twinkling stars. Amora’s head rested against Loki’s lap, and he played with her golden hair. They were in the middle of nowhere, where they didn’t have to answer to anyone, and didn't have to abide by useless rules. They were free and at peace.

It didn’t matter that they would inevitably end up going back to the land of rules and consequences eventually. All that mattered were these stolen moments they had together, gazing up at the sky above and not worrying over anything.

Loki looked at the wonder in Amora’s eyes and smiled. She caught Loki looking and stuck her tongue out, causing him to chuckle.

A firefly lit up, and the couple turned their eyes to watch as it flew through the air, blinking in and out. There were several more around, their green lights flashing. They looked like moving green stars, although they were much closer than the real stars in the sky.

“You know, there’s a legend that the fireflies are the souls of the dead.” Amora said, and Loki hummed. Amora was well-versed in all different myths from various cultures. Her powers aided her as she explored different areas of mythology, even those that weren’t true. Being a goddess, she had relative knowledge of which myths held some truth and which did not, yet she still learned both.

Loki strummed his fingers through Amora’s hair. His fingernails were painted black, Amora’s handywork. They always seemed to have matching black nails. “Do you believe it?”

Amora tilted her head slightly, considering the question, before coming up with a witty response. “Are you asking me if I believe the Allfather is wrong in saying we go to Valhalla, Fólkvangr, or Hel after death?”

Loki laughed at her remark, shaking his head. “I don’t know? Do you think that he is wrong?”

She grinned up at him. “I would never!” A chilly breeze blew by, and Loki conjured a blanket for her. She frowned.

“Could’ve done that myself.” She said, and Loki rolled his eyes.

Amora adjusted the blanket on herself nonetheless. “I know you could, my love.” Loki said, relishing in the warmth of her body.

The fireflies flew by again, and Amora finally answered his question from before. “I don’t know. They certainly could be. Beautiful bugs they are, flying free through the air.”

Amora wanted to be free. Her and Loki, free to do whatever they wanted, wherever they wanted, was a beautiful thought. Unfortunately, it wasn’t realistic at the moment. Maybe one day, they would be as free as a firefly.

“Although, their lifespan isn’t very long. I don’t want to believe that the souls only last a couple of months before disappearing completely.” She said, and Loki nodded.

“Perhaps they go to their final destination after having a month or so of freedom to roam around.” He proposed, and Amora smiled.

Her hair blew around in the wind. “I like that idea.” She said, and they relished a few more moments before turning back to the chaos that was their life.

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What ifs Sigyn's stories

Part 27

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities.

But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynoffidelity @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @roruna

You will love me (AU)

Everything is going well for veterinarian Loki Odinson: he is successful in his career and has just gotten engaged to the beautiful Amora. But Loki catches Amora with his older brother Thor at his best friend's wedding. He breaks off the engagement and throws Amora out of his apartment that night. He then breaks off contact with both of them. He moves away and starts a new life.

12 years later: Loki kept his vow, he never saw Amora or Thor again. He has been married to Sigyn for 6 years and they both have two three-year-old sons and the happiness couldn't be better about the impending birth of their daughter. But then Loki's mother Frigga dies and leaves a will that forces Loki to reconnect with his brother. At the same time, he receives anonymous messages claiming that he killed Amora on the night of the wedding. Loki investigates and finds that Amora has actually disappeared since then. And then events come to a head: In a forest near his parents' house, a suitcase containing women's clothing is found, which also contains Amora's identity card. And not far away lies a corpse. And he is arrested as the suspected perpetrator. Sigyn, who believes in her husband's guilt, takes on the investigation herself.

You only love twice

Five years ago, Sigyn had to learn the hard way what happens when you break the rules. She has lost everything. The trust of her husband Theoric. The man she had loved since childhood. And quickly her life. Love is a weakness that she can never afford again!

When offered a chance at redemption, the seductive Vanahnin is determined to complete her task: tracking down a dangerous assassin, a mysterious killer who is after the queen, her own mother, whose identity seems to be constantly changing.

But when Sigyn's investigations lead her into a trap, she is saved by a shadowy figure.

As a man with few memories, Loki only knows that Sigyn is the key to getting to Frayer, and he wants revenge no matter what the price. But a kiss ignites the unbroken passion between them and he can't bring himself to use her.

Can Loki trust her? Or is history doomed to fail? Because it soon becomes clear that Frayer may have discovered that Loki and Sigyn have become closer... and then her own daughter will be in the line of fire.

In the witch's ice garden

Sigyn wakes up in a castle in Jotunheim that is not her home. Nevertheless, a little boy she doesn't know claims to be her sons. And then there's the creepy guy Loki who pretends to be a husband...

Sigyn actually wanted to go on a forest trip with her sisters - but she ends up in Jotunheim, where a scenario from a horror shocker awaits her... A woman she doesn't know who is trying to kill her and her two little boys. To find out the truth, Sigyn must fight for her life in a deadly game. Which is stronger? Her conscience or her survival instinct?

The girl that fell from the sky (AU)

Sigyn has no time for love, especially not in winter. During the day, the former racing runner works as a ski instructor, and in the evenings she helps out at her parents' Pension Schneeglöckchen. When she gets to know the new long-term tenant, her well-rehearsed routine, like her heart, is thrown out of sync. Most women would love to do the attractive doctor's bidding, but Sigyn doesn't even think about it.

And him? The Christmas season is approaching, and Loki has only one wish: that the time of contemplation and cookie baking passes by as quickly as possible. The assignment to work as a doctor in a ski resort is therefore very convenient for him. Luckily, the guesthouse where he stays turns out to be a kitsch-free zone. But even the first meeting with the quick-witted daughter of the house causes the hermit to sweat profusely, despite the frosty temperatures...

Red Queen

This is a universe divided by blood - red or silver.

The Reds are commoners ruled by a Silver Elite who have god-like superpowers. And for Sigyn, a normal red girl from the impoverished Vanaheim, it seems as if nothing will ever change.

Until she comes to Asgard to start working in the palace. Here, surrounded by the highest beings in the universe she hates most, Sigyn discovers that despite her red blood, she has a deadly power of her own. One that threatens to destroy the balance of power.

Fearing Sigyn's potential, Frigga hides her from public view and declares her the long-lost Princess of Vanaheims, now engaged to one of her sons. Although Sigyn knows that a single misstep would mean her death, she quietly works to help the Red Guard, a militant resistance group, and overthrow the Asgard regime.

But this is a world full of betrayal and lies, and Sigyn has begun a dangerous dance - Red against Silver, Prince against Prince, and Sigyn against her own heart...

A sweet secret for dessert

Sigyn is a confident party girl and financially independent thanks to her lucrative divorce. But since she was attacked by unknown perpetrators and seriously injured, her interests have shifted: instead of dancing in the club, the beauty can now be seen doing martial arts, instead of hot dates, sweaty strength training is on the program. Sigyn never wants to be at the mercy of a man again.

When Loki first sees him, he is immediately mesmerized by her strength and beauty. He's never wanted a woman as badly as she does. He needs a lot of patience to find his way to Sigyn Herzen, but he doesn't give up. And Signyn? She definitely doesn't want a new relationship, but she can't deny that she finds Loki more than a little hot. But she doesn't know if she can really trust him, and when the dangerous shadows of the past catch up with her, she searches for answers. Alone...

The magic of the snake

Loki comes to Vanaheim to call on the tribal chiefs of Vanaheim to join the army in a campaign planned by Father, the King of Asgard. When he sees Sigyn, he wants to take her with him as his lover.

However, Sigyn is reluctant and insists on a competition. She takes on Loki herself, defeats him and embarrasses him in front of the entire tribe. Loki is not satisfied with this, he seeks revenge. He wants to have the young Sigyn as a slave and dominate her. But these are not the only adventures Sigyn has to go through.

The night you left

It only takes a moment to unravel a perfect life...

When Sigyn's fiancé disappears without a trace the night after her marriage proposal, her life is turned upside down. But has Loki abandoned her or is he in danger?

As Sigyn desperately searches for answers, it quickly becomes clear that Loki was not the easy-going man she thought she knew. And as she uncovers a hidden tragedy, she realizes a terrible truth: that you can run away from your past - but your secrets will always catch up with you...

Daughter of the Gardens

Sigyn has had a special relationship with plants throughout her life.

Trees thrive near them. Her fruit becomes larger and riper than Frigga observes her niece's talent with great joy, because the flowers in her garden bloom long before their time.

But the reason for all these miracles is that Sigyn is Iduna's daughter. And Iduna protects Asgard Gardens from any intruders. But Sigyn has nightmares that haven't plagued her for 3 years now. And when Loki suddenly appears, she is convinced that he is the cause of her nightmares.

She is convinced that Loki will be the one responsible not only for Asgard but also for her mother's future death.

She doesn't know if it's a race against time or just her imagination. But Sigyn is ready to face this challenge and realizes that an unknown magic lies dormant within her. A magic that far surpasses that of all others. Only Loki recognizes her potential and is determined to exploit it for himself.

A queen without title and throne

As a woman, Sigyn doesn't have many options after the death of her father, the clan leader of the Red Dwarfs. The world she lives in is a dangerous place where women only rule through marriage. Since she is still far too young to get married, she automatically loses her claim to the throne and is sent to her mother's home world of Vanaheim, where she is supposed to live. Her uncle doesn't know what to do with her, so he takes care of her further education from then on. So that one day she can support her cousin in his government obligations. So a lonely life begins for the young girl, behind high palace walls. But these are not the only high walls that surround them, even Vanaheim's capital is surrounded by high walls in which the people have to live, a promise of security. But Sigyn's rebellious heart doesn't long for adventure. And after her best friend: Theoric, the son of a Absant from Asgard.

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“Klaus went missing on the 15th of March, Cobalt is murdered on the 23rd, 9 days later. Klaus was married to Greyson, Cobalt was a close friend, right? What if -just hear me out," Loki babbled on, as she and Amora sat on their bed talking about possible theories on Cobalt’s death, “Cobalt loved Greyson and wanted to be with him, but Klaus killed and went into hiding because he murdered someone?!”

“Cobalt?”  Amora asked the ghostly man sitting in her desk chair.

“Couldn’t have happened, I’m straight,” He replied, “I was also happily married to my lovely Primrose before death.”

Amora shook her head before looking back at Loki, “Straight, and happily married.”

“So, no love affair and no girlbossing wife,” Loki sighed, crossing off the theories of a list in a little notebook, “The last thing I got on my list is Ms. Thornton, could she have done it?”

“No!” Cobalt exclaimed, “Just as I loved Primrose, I loved Lilybeth just as much if not more! She would not have killed me; I refuse that notion!”

Amora shook her once more, “He wouldn’t believe it if it were true,” she replied, “Besides he’s seen Lilybeth, and he doesn’t have a bad vibe… he just gets sad.”

“I’ve died and my daughter has become a beautiful young lady, I’m sorry my depression is an inconvenience,” Cobalt sassed.

“I think we should stop for right now,” Amora sighed, “This is just getting us nowhere.”

Loki huffed, “Maybe we are looking in the wrong place?” she questioned, getting a confused look from Amora and even Cobalt, “We are trying to link Klaus with Cobalt, yet we know nothing about Klaus, maybe if we start looking into Klaus when can find out why he is missing which could lead to us finding out why Cobalt died.”

“So, we have to find Klaus,” Amora asked.

“Basically,” Loki answered making Amora groan into her pillow, “Or at least try to.”

“How are we supposed to do that?! We are students, moreover, we are seniors?! How the hell are we supposed to find an old man who has been missing for 15 years when we’ll have midterms in like 3 weeks!” Amora exclaimed sitting up before gesturing to Cobalt, “I’d rather be stuck with him! At least he’ll tell me if I’m failing my Trigonometry final!”

Cobalt shook his head before scoffing as Loki held in her laughter, clearing her throat, “Maybe you just need a little break for the ghost investigations,” the British girl posed, “Come with me into town tomorrow.”

“I thought you were going out with Lance,” Amora muttered.

Loki shrugged, “he said he wanted to hang out with Odis, and Luther said he was going to study with Iphigenie for their current events test, so I’m on my own tomorrow unless you come.”

Amora thought for a moment, spending 2 weeks on campus with Cobalt over her shoulder with no results in their little investigation seemed to put both of them on edge with each other. The thought was nice, being able to explore the town on Solostica would be nice too. The American girl looked to her ghostly companion who shrugged as if to say he didn’t care either way.

“I mean either way I’m going,” Loki remarked, holding a large strand of her hair, the green dye faded a good amount making it a sickly pale color, “I’m getting this hair dye!”

“I’ll go with you.”

Loki smiled, “Terrific!”

The next morning the two girls woke up after sleeping in, Cobalt did what he had been doing every morning, exiting the room to give them privacy, before they left. While walking down the paths leading to the exit of campus, Calliope passed by seeming running for her life.

“Calliope, everything okay?”

“Yeah,” She huffed, her cheerleading bag slamming into her side as she looked back at the two girls, “If anyone asked you didn’t see me!”

Loki and Amora looked at her confused as she ran to the main campus, she was already for cheerleading practice and yet she was running away from where they normally practice, the roommates looked at each other and shrugged before leaving campus, as Calliope ran through the halls of the large schoolhouse, slowing her pace as she reached the great music room were Odysseus, Lance, and Solomon resided inside. Solomon played the harp in the corner as Odysseus sat on one of the choir risers beside Lance, his light blue Guitar in his lap.

“Calliope, everything okay?” Lance asked, her panting at the door to the music room catching his attention.

Solomon stopped playing as all three of the boys waited for a response.

“I was the first one at practice today!” she huffed, “No one else was there. So, ha…. Huh… ha I left.”

“Calliope, if you want to quit the cheer team—” Solomon began because Calliope let out a laugh.

“And piss off Cassiopeia, not a chance!” Calliope replied, “I do that just by existing.”

“And skipping practice,” Odysseus commented, “Either way she is going to be pissed off at you.”

“The only reason she started the cheer team was to watch Roux practice football,” She huffed, “I don’t know why I had to be involved.”

She toddled over to Solomon’s place in the corner, dejectedly, “If it bothers you this bad, just quit,” Solomon remarked.

“If you quit, you can actually but in the campaign again!” Lance added with a smile, “I’ve missed Ruelle the cleric ever since the last time you played with us.”

Calliope smiled, “That’s a great idea.”

In the town center of Solostica’s city center with its cobblestone streets and its many small and hidden shops and convenience stores Loki and Amora stared at the many boxes, containers, tubes, jars, and pouches of hair on the shelf in front of them. All are color-coded and pleasing to the eye. Many brands Amora had never heard of before.

“I wish I had hair like yours,” Loki sighed.

“Mhm?” Amora hummed.

The British girl pointed to her roots, growing in a dark color of her roots where her green pieces used to be after tossing a boxed bleach in her little basket, “I need to get a bleach kit so the green will take on roots. If you dyed your hair any kind of fun colors, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh,” Amora replied, chuckling, “Bellamy dyed her once, it was purple. I remember asking my mom if I could dye my hair with her because she said it looked “so bad” and I remember it started a huge argument with my mom… she did not want me to dye my hair.”

Loki hummed, before pointing to all the boxes of hair dye, “Wanna give it a try?” she asked with a smirk painted across her lips, “’cause mummy isn’t here.”

Amora looked at all the hair dyes on the shelf, then back at Loki, who grinned down at her, “Alright! Let’s do it!” she replied, grabbing a random box off the shelf.

“Alright, but we don’t want to use that,” Loki replied, taking the box out of Amora’s hands and putting it back on the shelf, “If you want red, you should go with this one.”

Loki pulled a small box off the shelf with a simple pale green color and labeled named Deathly dyes, the color was called Lover’s Haze. Amora nodded as Loki looked at the green section before quickly grabbing a jar from the same brand but in a dark green color and walking toward the check-out counter.

They left the little convenience store before venturing around the town center some more, going into different little stores and shops not really buying anything but enjoying being off campus as well as each other's company.

Stopping by Vixen Café to grab a little something to eat, while also getting to see Iphigenie in action at work and Luther sitting outside working on a paper for one of his classes, aided by caffeine and chocolate croissant.

While stopped at an intersection, Amora stared at the beach which Loki noticed.

“You wanna go to the beach?” Loki asked.

Amora nodded and once the intersection was clear to cross, the two of them headed to the beach. Shoes were taken off and bags were dropped by the cement walk leading to the sands. Clean beige sand between their toes, with the smell of sea salt in the air and a light breeze.

Loki watched Amora from afar as she enjoyed the breeze and the salty air against her face. There is something so scenic about Amora, wearing a genuine smile as she heard the sounds of the ocean and waves crashing into the shore, enjoying the breeze as it moves her cardigan. Loki had never been fond of the beach, life events had turned memories of going to the beaches in England into reminiscences said rather not think about, however now staring at Amora the beach is no longer a place Loki wants to stay away from, rather a place she wants to stay if nothing above to keep seeing Amora smile a genuine smile.

But the skies won’t let wants become reality

“Amora we should get going!” Loki called, “It’s going to rain!”

Once at the back on campus, it was already drizzling, and when in the safety of their dorm room, pulling one of the girl's desk chairs into the bathroom, and sitting it in front of the sink and mirror.

“Is he around?” Loki asked, pulling out all the hair dye and other tools on the bathroom counter after bleaching the front pieces of her hair.

“No, he's probably still mad from yesterday,” Amora answered as she put on an old shirt the British girl gave her before hearing her scoff, “Or he’s just wandering.”

“Come sit,” Loki called as Amora made her way to the bathroom.

Amora entered the bathroom where Loki had some of her favorite music playing at a low volume, in an extremely old shirt covered in blotches of bleach and a pair of gym shorts, waiting for the young American girl a hand resting on the desk chair beside her and a foot resting against her calf.

“You wanna do the whole head or just a section?” Loki asked as Amora sat down.

“Uhm….I don’t know, what do you think?” Amora replied.

Loki hummed softly, “Let’s do your bangs, and your little front pieces, yeah?”

Amora nodded, as Loki opened the Lover’s Haze box and quickly read the instructions before plopping the dye into a mixing bowl, “Ready?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!”

Loki took the hair dye brush and began painting the pinkish dye on to Amora golden strains of hair, “Is Cobalt annoying at all?” the British teen asked.

“I mean sometimes, he makes math harder than it should be,” Amora answered, “Honestly he acts like my dad. Not like my dad, but he acts like a dad, which I know he is one, but we’ve only known each other for like a month he’s very fatherly, protective almost.”

Loki hummed curiously, “Like when I was in the library trying to figure out how to help him the talk I told you about everything, the Librarian—”

“Iphigiene’s weird ass mom?”

“Yes! He knocked over a stack of books to help me escape just to yell at me when I was safe!”

Loki chuckled, “And he’s an ass!” Amora groaned, “Telling me my math isn’t right when I do my homework but he won’t tell me what I’m doing wrong! And and and he makes little comments when I’m talking to people like his commentary is soooo important!”

“Oh! What does he say about me?” Loki asked, walking around her to get the other side of her hair.

“Chickadee, do you know, Loki stares at you often?”

“Have you realized that you are the only person she actively smiles at?”

“Loki seems fond of you.”

“Aw, she gave you her jumper because you were cold.”

“You too are quite cute together.”

Amora’s face flushed, remembering just a few of the many things that Cobalt had commented over the past two weeks, the all-around consuming feeling of simply enjoying being around Loki. The overwhelming feeling of a crush!

“H-he just make comments about... how helpful you are,” Amora answered, fumbling with her words before jumping at her phone ringing.

A single windchime emoji on the caller ID for a video call, answering Bellamy’s call with a smile and rosy cheeks, “Hey girly, what does Edgar like to play he hates the puff balls Jane likes to play with. I--” Amora could only see Bellamy’s light blue roots once she answered the call, before she looked at her phone wide-eyed, “WOAH! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DYING YOUR HAIR?! And where did you get that shirt?”

Amora looked down at the shirt she was wearing to protect her skin from bright red hair dye,  a faded black T, and the graph for the band Oasis horribly faded. “It’s Loki’s, we’re doing this kind of spontaneity.”

“ ‘Ello Bellamy,” Loki commented, grabbing Amora’s bangs.

“Shit, she’s British!” Bellamy squealed, “Eee, your girlfriend is such a cutie, Amora!”

“Girlfriend?” Loki mused, “What have you been telling her, lovely?”

“Bella! She isn’t my girlfriend, she is my roommate!” Amora shrieked her face turning the same color as her hair dye.

“Roommate, girlfriend same different,” Bellamy shrugged.

“I like her already,” Loki muttered with a smirk.

“Amora what does Edgar like to play with?”

“Uhm… He likes the crinkly toys.”

“Got it got it,” Bellamy replied while throwing a couple of toys in her cart, “Is ther anything else I need to get for the boy, besides his special wet food?”

“I don’t think so,” Amora replied, “How are things back home?”

“Reese got kicked out of school,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly.

“WHAT!”

“Yeah,” Bellamy shrugged, “Mortemore had been shit-talking him since everything happened, Reese decided to punch him out in the hallway, and he got his ass expelled.”

 Loki clicked her tongue, “Serves him right,” she mumbled.

“I told Mortemore I would bake him a coffee cake,” Bellamy added, “As a thank you.”

“Oh, he’ll love that!” Amora replied with a small smile.

“All right, I only called to see what Edgar liked to play with,” Bellamy remarked, “I’ll text you later!”

“Bye Bellamy,” Amora replied, hanging up her phone.

Loki finally set the hairbrush in the sink, “You need to sit with it for 30 minutes.”

Amora nodded, getting up and leaving the bathroom, “What have you been telling Bellamy, for her to call me your girlfriend?” Loki chucked putting her head in the sink bowl.

Amora’s face became hotter, before covering her face, “I HAVEN’T TOLD HER ANYTHING!” She yelped, “I just told her that I had a grungecore roommate that was nicer then I thought, and I told her about hanging out with you during school!”

Loki hummed raising her head out of the sink, “You look cute when are all flustered,”  she remarked with a smirk before putting her head back in the sink.

Amora blushed even more before going to sit on her bed and wait for the time to wash her the dye out of her hair as Loki dyed her hair green. Once everything was all said and done, Amora stared at herself in the mirror her bangs and the large chunks of hair that she kept resting off her shoulders a nice pinky-red color.

“You like it?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!” Amora said with a smile, “Thanks Loki.”

“Anytime, lovely.”

Once cozy in her bed in the early morning Amora left a heavy weight on top of her, groggily waking up to the intense stare of Cobalt an odd and wicked grin, “I have a lead!”

[lokittystuckinatree]

“If they introduce Amora the Enchantress as a new love interest for Loki, the Sylkis will perish”

As if Sylvie/Amora/Loki wouldn’t be the epic iconic ot3 to end all ot3s and I wouldn’t lay down my life upon that hill

As if I wouldn’t thrive

[girlfromasgardsblog]

✨Here I am with an incredible Asgardian wattpad fiction. ✨Here, none of our Asgardians are unalive.

What happens when both of our Norse hunks (Thor & Loki) falls for a mortal girl helping them in building new Asgard? It’s nothing about forced proximity, marriage etc, let’s cozy up to read our comfort characters who are living their normal mortal life between the immortals. They’re building cozy homes, grocery shopping, eating cool food, doing interior decorations, and the normal contemporary life. Read it now!

[vargassdottir]

=✮Green + Gold✮=

[MCU Loki x Amora]

PRELUDE

=Masterlist=

Please see the above linked “Masterlist” for all warnings and disclaimers about the fic, thank you.

[Chapter One]

Looking back, Loki couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact moment he realised the effect Amora would have in his life, but he could tell anyone to near enough the second, should they ask and he even be inclined to answer, the exact moment he became aware that he loved her. That she was more than just some meaningless fling, a competitor in magic, a near constant aggravation or as close to a friend as he could picture. No, they weren’t the right titles for her. Love felt alien to his head, at least in this form.

The moment itself wasn’t a grand one, no daring proclamations of affection or fanfare, but an afternoon basking in Asgard’s sun, sitting atop the side of the keep with legs swinging over and a ‘relatively’ short drop down into one of the courtyards. Dressed simply, both of them, no fancy adornments in hair or excessive jewellery and brocade, no illusions, just simply at their most real. Sat beside one another, smiles on their faces, and the sun hitting her bright green eyes in such a way that it seemed to reflect it and send the refractions of light bouncing off into the air again. He can’t remember if they said anything before it, after it, or what they did surrounding the moment itself.. Only that glimmering jewel of a few seconds. The peace, the warmth of the sun, and her radiance.

He wasn’t a stranger to sharing his bed with beautiful people, men or women, or other forms of being in general for that matter, but they were distractions. Fleeting and, in the moment, thrilling encounters that satisfied whatever urge he had at the time but always short lived, never repeated.

Amora was.. Intoxicating. It’s the only word he can think of to describe it. Being around her made him feel like he was pumping something into his veins that left him tingling all over, her scent something he wished he could breathe in and never let it fade, and her touch made him feel like the lightning his brother so adored, electric and set his hairs on end. It was overwhelming and all consuming and frankly, he revelled in it. He needed it. He needed her. And that scared him beyond anything else.

The idea that he would not just want someone, but need someone in his life, someone that could be taken away or turned against him, someone that would give him cause to listen, someone that he would want to be around and protect and who wants to be there for him in return? It shook him to his core.

Lying on emerald silks, pondering this, the God of Mischief was brought out his trance-like state by the feeling of soft, warm skin upon his. His blue eyes finding her own closed one’s twitching as he glanced to his left. Amidst his introspection he almost had forgotten where he was, stretched out in his bed with her now tucked into his side, his arm had been stretched open towards her that she had since rolled into after her dreams gave her cause to move from her earlier position. Her scrunched up brows and frowning lips caused his own mirroring reaction at her discomfort, whatever was knocking around in her head evidently unpleasant, so he fell into the familiar pattern of idly brushing his hand up and down her back and upper arm in a comforting gesture, which caused her features to relax within seconds.

How was it, he wondered as he fell back into his own head, that a few decades before this moment he could only just about remember her favourite colour, if only because she wore it often, and now he could subconsciously recall what to do to her calm her nightmares, how to ease her pain or something as simple as what she prefers to drink at a feast (despite all appearances, “ale over wine thank you very much”). How does someone become this important to him, that his instinctive reactions to her behaviour are so attuned to what she wants?

When did it happen that her own aptitude for his needs was so near telepathic that he sometimes wondered if she was reading his mind without his knowing?

Strange, what difference one person can make to the course of a life, Loki thought, before rolling himself around his golden-haired beauty, tucking her head under his chin and drifting back into a lazy slumber.

[nyxlaufeyson]

Winter Wonderland Masterlist

Find my main masterlist here

This is a collection of oneshots/drabbles that revolve around a December prompt list I made for myself. A lot of them involve winter elements, but a select few will mention Christmas, and those will say in the beginning as I understand not everyone celebrates. They will mostly be Loki/reader, but who knows what else that might end up in here! Happy Holidays!

❤️= Fluff

🖤= Angst (not necessarily heavy... I can't write sad endings guys. If I do, I will warn you, I swear.)

Loki x Reader

Day 1 "Snowball Fight": Snowball Fight ❤️❄️

Day 2 "Fire": Fire is a Beautiful Thing ❤️❄️

Day 3 "Ice Skating": Quite Alright ❤️❄️

Day 7 "I Hate Christmas": I Hate Christmas ❤️🖤❄️

Loki x Amora

Day 4 "Stars": A Moment Away ❤️❄️

Loki x Darcy

Day 10 "Tape": Sticky Tape ❤️❄️

[musclesandhammering]

People Loki canonically had A Thing™️ with (according to me):

-Sif (the series composer lowkey confirmed they had a night together before the hair cutting incident)

-Fandral (we all saw what we saw in T1)

-Theo Bell (I consider LWML to be partially canon & Loki having a thing with a human guy who he left on earth & was probably dead by the time he came back… definitely vibes w Loki’s attitude toward mortal lifespans in the movies.)

-The Grandmaster (no way he got out of gladiatorial slave duty just by telling jokes, plus the winky scene like come on now)

-the flight attendant from 1x1 (they were feeling each other so hard. & he told her he’d see her again)

-Lorelei (best one on the list tbh. She escaped using his secret pathways. She’s an enchantress that’s not his multiversal twin & is actually rly interesting. It’s all there.)

-Amora (also from LWML. Yes she’s probably Lorelei’s sister. No idgaf. Sleeping with an ex situationship’s sister isn’t exactly smth I’d put past him)

-Sigurd (he doesn’t exist in the mcu but the chemistry in AoA was so strong it’s transcended mediums. He’s Loki’s ex in the mcu, they just haven’t mentioned him yet shhhh)

[enchantricksbot]

Upcoming Amora and Loki cards for @marvelentertainment Marvel Snap

[bubbleteycosplay]

What ifs Sigyn's stories

Part 28

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities. But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynoffidelity @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @roruna

Trickster's Toy story by @roruna

Sigyn Iwaldidottir has had a crush on Loki since she was a child. Even after Odin cast him out and Loki attempted to take Midgard or Asgard, she still remembers him as the boy who rescued her from her burning house. Even knowing that he's an unrepentant villain can't stop her loving him. She'll happily fight Thor and the Avengers so his dream of conquest will come true. And she'll protect him from anything that could threaten him, no matter the cost.

lies of passion

The young Sigyn lives alone with her husband Loki in a remote mountain hut. He is a special kind of person, as Sigyn has known since their first meeting. But that didn't stop her from marrying him. But when Sigyn discovers the mutilated corpse of a fox in the forest, she knows that the couple are not alone in the wilderness. Who – or what – emits those strange screams in the night? Whose clawed footprints can be seen in the snow around the cabin? When three strangers appear on the mountaintop and search the forest for a mysterious creature, Sigyn knows that the newcomers could anger Loki. And when Loki is angry, truly terrible things happen...

Mobius's daughter

One day a new girl came to kindergarten. Everyone thought she was strange because she only spoke in rhymes. “Why are you talking so strangely?” little Laura asked the girl. The girl replied: “I'm not talking strangely, that would be outrageous. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid.” Then she moved on. Laura stood there with her mouth open: "Astro... what?" she asked - but the girl was already out of earshot.

The more the girl spoke, the more children began to speak in rhymes. “Hello, kindergarten teacher, I have something in mind. I would like some more tea. Would that be okay?”

The kindergarten teachers were surprised at the children who now only spoke in rhymes, but they also found it funny. And so they joined in themselves: “Hello dear children, we are now playing a game. The inventor's things. Winning is the goal.”

It didn't take long before everyone in kindergarten was only speaking in rhymes. When the parents picked up their children, they were very surprised that everything their children said rhymed: “We were almost exclusively outside, I could hardly catch my breath. It was so much fun. Didn't even think about the time. Now you're here to pick me up, can I still play short and sweet?"

The parents found this strange. Laura’s mom asked Laura why she was talking so strangely. Laura replied: “I'm not talking strangely, that would be outrageous. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid." Lura's mom stood there with her mouth open: "Astro... what?" she asked - but Laura was already out of earshot.

The parents looked at each other in surprise. But then they began to rhyme themselves without realizing it: “I see my child playing there. One among many. But it speaks in rhymes. Will it stay that way?" Another mother turned around: "I can probably say no, at least I don't believe it. But you also spoke in rhymes right now - almost like a poem." Then everyone had to laugh.

Now a father also intervened: “What should I say to my wife when she hears the child talking? I don't want to complain, but I'm slightly confused." "Say it's normal - everyone rhymes now. If it weren't like that, it would be fatal, because then the child would be strange."

And so the parents started rhyming too. Then the parents' friends and it didn't take long before the whole country rhymed and anyone who didn't rhyme was strange.

Then one day she came to kindergarten. And suddenly it spoke without rhyming. Laura came and said: “You talk so strangely. That's incredible. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid.”

Then the strange girl smiled and said: “I am Sigyn. “Do you want to be my friend, even if everything I say doesn’t rhyme?” Laura thought for a moment. Then she took Sigyn by the hand and said: “Sure! Let's play. I’ll show you our really great play area.”

And so the children gradually stopped rhyming again. Then the kindergarten teachers stopped rhyming. Then the parents, the parents' friends and soon the entire country.

And what do we learn from history? So strange becomes normal and normal becomes strange. But no matter what you are like, it's good the way it is.

The Legend of the Blood Sword by @jonquilclegane

For centuries, Asgard and Vanaheim had waged war, their animosity etched into the stars. Battles raged across the realms, their forces locked in endless strife. On a day when stormclouds rumbled like drums of war, the battlefield drank deeply of sorrow. Among the slain lay Freyja, the goddess of love and war, and her brother, Freyr, god of harvest and peace. Their deaths left Vanaheim fractured, its golden halls draped in mourning.

In the shadows of this tragedy, a young goddess, Sigyn, knelt by the cooling bodies of her mother and uncle. Grief twisted her heart, but grief soon gave way to a burning desire for vengeance. She swore an oath that Asgard would pay a heavy price for their cruelty.

Sigyn’s father, Iwaldi, was a dwarf of unparalleled skill, his hands capable of forging marvels to rival the treasures of the gods. But the weapons of war had claimed his beloved Freyja, and now his forge lay cold, his hammer silent. Yet when Sigyn came to him, her voice firm with resolve, he could not refuse his daughter’s plea. Together, they conceived a weapon unlike any other: a sword not only of deadly beauty but also of ruinous power—cursed to sow chaos among those who wielded it.

Iwaldi forged the blade in secret. Its steel gleamed like moonlight, its hilt set with gems that seemed to capture the essence of stars. Sigyn whispered spells of vengeance into its forging, binding it with a curse so subtle and insidious that none would sense its power until it was too late. When the sword was complete, it was given a name: Veigr, the Doom Bringer.

Disguised as a wandering smith, Sigyn journeyed to the borders of Asgard, carrying the blade swathed in silk. Word of the sword’s beauty spread like wildfire, and soon it was presented to Odin himself as a gift from an unknown benefactor. Veigr dazzled the Allfather, who marveled at its craftsmanship. Without hesitation, Odin claimed it as his own, and Sigyn’s trap was set.

The curse worked slowly, unraveling the threads of Asgard’s harmony. Quarrels erupted among the gods, their once-united council descending into discord. Harvests failed, the Bifröst flickered unpredictably, and an ominous shadow loomed over Yggdrasil, the World Tree. Sigyn watched from afar, her heart cold with satisfaction.

But vengeance is a tempest, its winds unpredictable. One fateful day, as Sigyn roamed the forests near Vanaheim’s border, she encountered a figure unlike any she had seen. He was young, his hair dark as midnight and his smile sharp as a blade. He introduced himself as Loki, son of Odin, and his clever eyes seemed to pierce through her defenses. Their meeting was brief, but it set her heart racing, and for the first time since her mother’s death, she felt a flicker of something other than rage.

Despite herself, Sigyn found excuses to linger near the borders of Asgard, hoping to catch a glimpse of Loki. Fate did not disappoint. Their encounters grew more frequent, their conversations longer. Loki’s wit was a match for her own, and she found herself drawn to the mischief in his eyes, the warmth in his laughter. He spoke of his struggles in Asgard—of feeling like an outsider, of his desire to carve his own path. To her dismay, Sigyn’s hatred began to waver, replaced by something far more dangerous.

As her feelings deepened, so did her guilt. She had set a trap for Loki’s family, a trap that was already tightening its noose. Yet she could not bring herself to confess, for fear of losing the fragile bond they had built.

Meanwhile, the curse of Veigr reached its crescendo. Odin, sensing the blade’s true nature at last, ordered it cast into the void. But the damage was done. Asgard’s strength was diminished, its people fractured. Whispers of war reached Sigyn’s ears once more, and she knew her plan had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams.

But what was victory, when it tasted of ash?

Loki’s affection for Sigyn did not go unnoticed by Odin. Suspicious of the young goddess, he summoned her to Asgard under the guise of peace.

Before the throne of the Allfather, Sigyn stood, her heart pounding as she met Loki’s questioning gaze. Odin demanded the truth of her identity, and under the weight of his piercing gaze, Sigyn’s secrets unraveled. She confessed to forging the sword, to cursing it, and to her desire for vengeance.

The hall erupted in outrage, but Loki’s voice cut through the clamor. “Sigyn,” he said, stepping forward, his expression unreadable. “Was anything between us real?”

Tears streamed down her face as she answered. “Yes. All of it.”

Moved by her sincerity, Loki pleaded for her life, offering himself as her guarantor. Odin, though enraged, saw the potential for redemption and issued a decree: Sigyn would atone for her actions by forging a new blade, one that would mend what Veigr had broken. With Loki by her side, she returned to Iwaldi’s forge, where they began the arduous task of creating a weapon imbued not with vengeance, but with hope.

As the forge’s fires roared, Sigyn and Loki grew closer, their love tested by the weight of their pasts and the uncertainty of their future. Together, they forged a blade worthy of the gods, its light banishing the shadows that Veigr had cast. When it was presented to Odin, he named it Bjartskír, the Bright Flame.

Though Sigyn’s actions were not forgotten, her efforts to heal the wounds she had caused earned her a place among the Aesir. She and Loki were wed beneath the branches of Yggdrasil, their union a symbol of the fragile but enduring peace between Asgard and Vanaheim.

In the end, Sigyn learned that vengeance could never truly mend a broken heart, but love, though fraught with risk, had the power to shape a new destiny.

A scandalous mix-up

"You want me to marry, Amora?" Sigyn is stunned to hear what Amora demands of her. Her cousin was actually engaged, but she ran off with someone else. And because Jotunheim people are waiting for the next queen and the treatment of her seriously ill father a lot Costs money, Sigyn gives to the ruler of Jotunheim hesitantly said yes. This ice prince, whose fiery looks reveal his distrust - but also a frightening desire for her, his false, innocent bride!

The Story of the Traveler

Since her parents' murder, Sigyn has grown up with her foster mother Karnilla and learned from her the art of taking away the sins of the dead. But when Karnilla is also murdered, Sigyn is left with nothing - except for a cloth with an embroidered coat of arms that the murderer lost and the burning desire for revenge. Fully on her own, Sigyn embarks on the dangerous journey and unexpectedly meets the warrior Loki. He claims to know the bearer of the coat of arms and offers her his help. But can Sigyn trust the young man.

The temptress (AU Story)

"Do you think there are things between heaven and earth that we cannot explain?"

When Sigyn Johansen receives a ring as a gift from her cousin, she has no idea that it is made of magical silver. But then she unexpectedly ends up in the hands of the aloof Loki Odinson.

She is shocked to discover that she has traveled through time and is in the 11th century Icelandic Middle Ages.

Sigyn feverishly thinks about how she can get back to her old life in the 21st century, but her heart has chosen a man from another century.

Love me like you hate me

Gray, boring and uneventful probably describes Sigyn's life best. But when Loki Odinson kidnaps her, the confusion is complete. If Loki is to be believed, Sigyn is the lost princess of Vanaheim. Suddenly she finds herself confronted with demons, elves, gods and other mystical beings worlds opposite.

Sigyn suddenly becomes the target of the demons a centuries-old battle for the throne of Vanaheim. Who can she even trust in this new world? And then there's Theoric, a mysterious warrior who hates her for some reason. If that weren't enough, there's also the forbidden crackling between him, Loki and her.

Death by green magic by @jonquilclegane

In the golden halls of Asgard, where the light of the Nine Realms converged in shimmering splendor, Loki, son of King Odin, basked in the joy of love. The trickster prince, known for his wit and cunning, had found a rare peace in the arms of Sigyn, the radiant princess of Vanaheim. Daughter of the ethereal Queen Freyja, Sigyn embodied all that was gentle and pure. Her laughter rang like silver bells, a sound that had pierced even Loki’s guarded heart.

Their love blossomed quickly, a wildfire consuming the boundaries of their realms. Soon, the grand announcement was made: the union of Asgard and Vanaheim would be sealed in their marriage. The promise of eternal happiness loomed on the horizon, yet even the brightest of days could not chase away all shadows.

Loki’s obsession with magic—especially the forbidden, darker arts—began to cloud their shared joy. Though he was a master of illusions and spells, he craved mastery over the arcane mysteries whispered of in ancient texts. To him, this dark magic promised unparalleled power, a way to step out of the shadow of his brother Thor and claim his own legacy.

Sigyn watched him from the sidelines, her joy turning to unease. She saw the gleam in his emerald eyes, the way he secluded himself in the farthest corners of the palace, poring over forbidden tomes. She could feel the magic’s pull on him like a sinister undertow, and it frightened her. One evening, she approached him in his study, where the air was thick with the acrid scent of incantations.

“Loki,” she said softly, her voice a balm against the tension in the room, “why do you let this consume you? We have so much to look forward to. Must you pursue this path?”

His shoulders tensed, and his eyes, usually so tender with her, flashed with frustration. “You don’t understand, Sigyn. This magic… it’s the key to everything. To respect. To freedom.”

“But at what cost?” she countered, stepping closer. “I love you, Loki. I don’t want to lose you to something so dangerous.”

Her words, though spoken with love, struck a nerve. Loki’s temper flared, and with a sharp gesture, he sent a ripple of raw energy through the room. Books flew from shelves, and a candle’s flame extinguished with a hiss.

“Leave me alone!” he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his frustration. “I don’t need your pity or your meddling. Just… go.”

Tears welled in Sigyn’s eyes, but she stood firm. “I won’t leave you, Loki. I love you too much for that.”

Loki said nothing, turning away from her, his fingers clenched into fists. His love for Sigyn warred with his anger, but pride kept him silent.

Weeks passed, and Loki’s obsession grew. Finally, through sleepless nights and relentless study, he unlocked the secrets of dark magic. The power surged within him, a tempest of green energy that crackled around his hands. At last, he had what he had longed for. He summoned Sigyn to show her, to prove he had triumphed.

“Look at what I’ve accomplished,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement. “Do you see now? I’m more than Thor’s shadow. I’m a master of my own fate.”

But as he demonstrated his newfound power, something went horribly wrong. The energy spiraled out of control, the green light growing wild and chaotic. Sigyn, standing too close, was caught in the maelstrom. Her scream pierced Loki’s ears, and then… silence.

When the light faded, she lay lifeless on the ground.

“No… no, no, no!” Loki fell to his knees, cradling her limp form. “Sigyn, wake up! Please!”

The room seemed to tilt as reality closed in on him. His magic, his pride, had cost him the only thing he truly cherished. Grief and guilt consumed him as he rocked her body, tears streaming down his face.

Loki’s despair led him to the shadowy depths of Helheim, the realm of the dead. He sought an audience with Hela, the cold queen of that desolate domain. He pleaded, bargained, and threatened, but Hela remained unmoved.

You don't get them!

About a fateful pact with a fearsome demon...

Sigyn promised her mother three things: Eat never something that travel offers you. Don't tell anyone your name. And most importantly: leave under no circumstances agree to trade with the dark elf. This summer breaks Sigyn every single one of these promises. What would be if Sigyn would have summoned dark elves using black magic? And when a giant wanted much more from her than she did Firstborn? Namely also their memories.

And what if Sigyn not just limited to guessing names but penetrates deep into the giant's heart to take back what he took from her. Because Sigyn wants to only one thing - protect her family. But it has to they put themselves in danger, tell lies and fight for their lives - in a world which sometimes simply shows no mercy. She will make it, not just yourself, but also to save her family? And what is behind all of them? secrets?

Part 29 is in progress ^^

Here you can find the last part

[elfboyeros]

Snooze

Read about the nerds and other nerds

“Amora, how are you feeling?” Cobalt asked, softly from his on the floor at the end of Amora’s bed.

“Cobalt, shut up,” Amora mumbled, “you’re too loud.”

“Really you bastard?” Loki sighed, tightening her hold on Amora’s waist, “You do realize you are the reason this shit happened, leave her alone.”

They lay up in her bed, Loki’s arms around Amora’s middle and Amora‘s face hidden in Loki’s chest attempting to block out even light and sound, “Do you need anything, love, water, a snack?”

“I just wanna sleep,” Amora muttered.

“Okay, love, I’ll keep quiet,” Loki replied.

“You don’t have to stay…”

“No, I’m staying,” Loki added. “It’s a holiday, anyway, so I would be staying in bed anyway, and here I get to lay here with you.”

Amora giggled lightly, “I could leave if you want me to.”

Amora wrapped her arms around Loki’s middle, “I’ll take that as a no,” Loki cooed.

“You’re the only person I want around me, right now,” Amora muttered as Loki brushed her pink strands out of her face, “I don’t think I could deal with this alone. I would probably just lose it.”

Loki hummed, “Good thing I’m here then, mhm?” Amora nodded, snuggling into Loki’s chest, “I wonder what everyone else is doing today…”

Amora let out a little laugh, “What?” Loki asked.

“It’s not like you to think about other people,” Amora remarked.

Loki scoffed smiling, brushing her fingers through Amroa’s golden locks, “Maybe I’m changing.”

“Please don’t change.”

“Even for the better?”

“I like you the way you are,” Amora admitted.

Loki’s face instantly became hot before she buried her bright red face in Amora’s hair, “…Noted…”

On Hall Magnus currant colored sneakered stomped across the hardwood floor, marching to her room, Cassiopeia wasn’t angry per se she was just upset.

“It’s always Calliope missing practice,” she scoffed to herself before entering their shared room, “Calliope! What the hell!”

The blonde girl in a cyan sweater dress jumped as she sat with her double bass, “Why were you not at practice!?” Cassiopeia complained dropping her duffle bag full of her cheer stuff forcefully on to the floor.

“I didn’t feel good,” Calliope answered cowardly.

“But you feel well enough to play your bass?”

Calliope let out an anxious squeak as Cassiopeia sat down at the end of her bed, “Cal, be honest with me,” the blonde cheerleader in red workout clothes said softly, “do you like being on the cheer team?”

There were a few moments of silence as the twins stared at one another, “No,” Calliope sheepishly responded, “I hate it, actually… I’ve hated it the whole time.”

“Seriously?! Calliope, why didn’t you tell me?!”

Calliope put her hands up in defense of herself, “Cas, talking to you is hard, especially when you’re mad, which is like all the time. I feel like I can’t talk to you about how I feel most of the time. Plus, you love cheer, you love the cheer team, I didn’t want to tell you I hated it and not only make you mad but I didn’t want to destroy your vision of the cheer team since you created it with Ms. Thornton.”

“Calliope—”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s our last year and I should tough it out, but I can’t do it anymore,” Calliope added, “I wanna hang with my friends, play my double bass, and not have to worry about if the other girls on the team are going to make fun of the way my body looks when we are changing.”

“I’m sorry,” Cassiopeia sighed, dejectedly, “I thought you wanted to cheer.”

“I mean when you came to me first and went on and on about it,” Calliope let out a little laugh, “It sounded amazing, but now it’s not fun anymore.”

“I’ll tell Euphrasie, and we can gather all your cheer stuff, you don’t have to do it anymore,” Cassiopeia replied, getting up and stretching.

“You're not mad?” Calliope asked.

“I’m not happy about it,” Cassiopeia said truthfully, “But I’m not going to force you to continue to be a cheerleader if you don’t want to.”

Calliope smiled at her sister before Cassiopeia added, “I mean it's better for you to quit now instead of not coming to practice for the rest of the year.”

Calliope laughed awkwardly as Cassiopeia headed for the door, “Where are you going?” Calliope asked.

“I think… I’ll go for a run or something, maybe I’ll go shopping,” Cassiopeia answered before leaving their room, taking Calliope’s cheer bag with her.

Leaving Hall Magnus and the dorms, spotting Euphrasie with their sports bag on their shoulder, practice clothes clinging to their bodies, and speaking to one of their tennis teammates in the academy courtyard.

“Hey, Euphrasie!” Cassiopeia called, grabbing their attention.

“I’ll meet you there, Auretta,” Euphrasie muttered before turning to Cassiopeia looking at the blonde cheerleader with a large smile, “Hi Cassiopeia, what do you need?”

“Calliope has finally quit the cheer team.”

“Oh, dang,” Euphrasie sighed, “It’s for the best though, she hasn’t been enjoying it.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Cassiopeia remarked rolling her eyes, “Anyway, can you drop off Calliope’s cheer bag to Ms. Thornton?”

“I can, but I have tennis practice, so I’ll do it later,” Euphrasie answered, their hand out to receive the duffle bag on Cassiopeia's shoulders.

Cassiopeia sighed, “Is Ms. Thornton still on campus?”

Euphrasie shrugged, “I think so, I don’t kn—” they answered before Cassiopeia began to run off, “Hey where are you going?!”

“To see if Ms. Thornton is here!” Cassiopeia called back, “HAVE FUN AT TENNIS PRACTICE! TELL AURETTA I LIKED HER SNEAKERS!”

Cassiopeia raced herself up to Lilybeth’s classroom, finding her there at her desk going through some papers. At the same time, Mrs. Danielson stood in front of a desk, oddly enough smiling,  while having an “intense” conversation with a man, covered in tattoos, that Cassiopeia didn’t recognize sitting on top of the desk.

“Ms. Thornton…”

“Cassiopeia,” Lilybeth remarked, looking up at her classroom door, “What do you need?”

“Hello, Ms. Ivory,” Helvetica remarked.

“Hi,” Cassiopeia muttered giving the Literature teacher a shy wave, “Ms. Thorton here is Calliope’s cheer bag.”

“Oh?” Lilybeth questioned as Cassiopeia and over the duffle bag, “Did she quit?”

“Yeah,” Cassiopeia sighed, pouting.

“Oh, chickadee, it will be fine,” Lilybeth commented. “You still have all the others; it won’t affect anything. Don’t look so down.”

“I just… feel horrible, I forced Calliope to do something she never wanted to do for so long, and she couldn’t talk to me, and I feel like Calliope hates like ever—”

Lilybeth placed a hand on Cassiopeia's shoulder, sympathetically saying, “Cassiopeia, chickie, Calliope doesn’t hate you. She probably just wanted to see you happy because Cheer made you happy. Calliope is your sister, and she loves you. I doubt she could ever hate you.”

0Cassiopeia smiled slightly, “Thank you, Ms. Thornton.”

“Bethie, you coming?” That unfamiliar man called, leading Helvetica out of Lilybeth's classroom.

“Yeah, Ambrose,” Lilybeth remarked, grabbing her purse, “You okay Cassiopeia?”

Cassiopeia nodded following Lilybeth out of her classroom, “Have a nice rest of your day off, Cassie,” Lilybeth commented, following after her two friends leaving the young cheerleader still dejected in the hallway.

As she headed for the schoolhouse’s door, the romantic pings of her cell phone pulled her attention. Message notifications littered the notification bar on her lock screen, all from Roux.

Roux ⚽: I’m almost done at my mom’s

If you’re not busy maybe we could meet at Vixen’s and spend the afternoon in town

Make a little date out of it

Cassiopeia thought for a moment before responding: Sure.

Taking a ride into town, stopping in the little café that was a staple in Solostica. With its large modern windows and light sage building at the corner of a small intersection. Cream walls cover the interior, with a classic coffee shop vibe with an added botanical touch given the many potted plants all over the place and a large bush of different flowers over the bar. Cassiopeia plopped herself next to a table in a far corner of the shop next to a window, beginning to people-watch rather than get in the sizable line at the busy bar.

Odysseus and Lance sat at a nearby table across from Cassiopeia. It was obvious they had been there for a while. From what little Cassiopeia knew about the two boys they often played Dungeons and Dragons with their friends at the Vixen Café, maybe that’s what they were talking about on their little coffee date.

She spotted Iphigenie at the bar, in her work apron with her hair pulled back as she placed pastries in the dessert case. Iphigenie’s hair was tied up as neatly as it could be given its thickness and curls, so beautiful and graceful as she worked in the chaos of being a barista.

Cassiopeia shook her head choosing to look out the window for what felt like hours rather than stare at Iphigenie anymore. Instead of storming out of her dorm room, she should have grabbed her journal or even her purse, instead of only having her phone to play with, the people around her to observe, and a window to look out of.

“Here you go.”

Cassiopeia jumped at the sound of Iphigenie’s voice next to her, snapping her out of her daydreaming as she stared out the window. A drink now sat on her table, leaving her to look up at the ginger girl confused.

“I didn’t—”

“Odysseus paid for it,” Iphigenie commented, pointing back at the boy in the mask who gave the blonde cheerleader a wave, before turning back to Lance engaging in conversation with him, “It's a Mango frappe, you’ve ordered it before.”

“Thanks,” Cassiopeia muttered, her cheeks flushed.

“Enjoy,” Iphigenie remarked before beginning to walk away.

“Iphigenie!” Cassiopeia called, making the barista pause and turning back, “Can we talk for a quick second?”

Iphigenie shrugged, “I’ve already clocked out, why not,” she mentioned before sitting across from Cassiopeia, “What are we talking about?”

“Do you remember when we were kids?”

Iphigenie cracked a slight smile before nodding, “You, Calliope, and I would play all the time. Dad said we were the 3 musketeers.”

“Do you ever miss that time?”

“Being a kid and not having problems, yeah. That time of my life no,” Iphigenie answered, watching Cassiopeia frown at her response, “Cassiopeia, my parents going through a divorce.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Cassiopeia sighed.

“Why are you apologizing?” Iphigenie asked, letting out a little laugh and making Cassiopeia become hot.

“Do you remember why we stopped being friends?” the blonde girl innocently asked.

“Well I moved to Switzerland,” Iphigiene shrugged before thinking for a moment, ��I thought you were mad that I moved, we just stopped talking, I took that as a sign that you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“No!” Cassiopeia chirped, “I-I-I just was a stupid kid! I would write you letters… I guess momma and papa never sent them, so when you stopped sending yours…”

“Classic,” Iphigiene chuckled. “When I came back last year I was shocked to see you and Roux together, I never thought you liked him.”

“I don’t think… I do,” Cassiopeia mumbled.

“Then why are you with him?”

Cassiopeia stared off into space for a moment. She’d been with Roux since starting at Hallows Academy after knowing him her entire childhood, but she never felt as if she loved him. As if it was an obligation to be his girlfriend after so long. She enjoyed his company and his kindness; however, days continued to pass, and Cassiopeia’s feelings for Roux hadn’t changed.

“Cas, you okay?”

“I need to break up with Roux,” she muttered.

Iphigenie blinked, “You came to that conclusion rather quickly.”

“I mean what am I supposed to do?” Cassiopeia remarked, “I don’t like him enough to be in a relationship with him, right?”

Iphigenie hummed in agreement, “Genie, would you want to go out sometime?” Cassiopeia asked with rosy cheeks. “Hang out like when we were kids,” she added.

“Hang out like we were kids? So play with dolls and annoy your older sister,” Iphigenie joked.

“I was thinking more like going to see a movie or just talking,” Cassiopeia giggled.

“Would be nice,” Iphigenie remarked.

“Iphigenie, I’m sorry I’m late!” Luther’s deep voice bellowed, “Loki wanted me to get some stuff for Amora—”

“Is she okay?” Iphigenie asked.

Luther shrugged, “Loki isn’t really saying.”

“Something is wrong with Amora?” Cassiopeia asked, rather compassionately.

“She fainted yesterday,” Iphigenie answered.

“I think she’s just dehydrated,” Luther muttered.

 Iphigenie got up, ready to leave with Luther, “We’ll stop by Loki’s room, then go to study hall, yeah?” he asked her.

“That’s fine with me.”

“Genie?”

“Yeah, Cas?” Iphigenie asked, looking at the cheerleader sincerely.

Cassiopeia paused with her cheeks all flushed, “Do you want to…” Cassiopeia trailed off

He could feel an energy between Iphigenie and Luther. It is so obvious just looking at Luther’s gaze, a guy who has always been known for a stern gaze behind a pair of circular glasses and fought with Roux on many occasions yet looks at Iphigenie, the most melancholic girl alive, with such soft eyes.

“… Never mind,” Cassiopeia awkwardly chuckled, “I hope we can be friends again.”

“Me too, Cas,” Iphigenie remarked with a smile, “I’ll see you later.”

“See ya,” Cassiopeia muttered, as Luther and Iphigenie headed for the door.

“Is it a good idea for you to become friends with Cassiopeia?” Luther asked opening the door to the café inadvertently letting Roux in.

“Oh come,” Iphigenie commented, “Cassiopeia is fine. She’s sweet.”

“Hey baby,” Roux cooed, kissing Cassiopeia’s cheek before sitting across from her, “I thought we could go to the shop on Elizabeth Street and—”

“Roux… We need to talk!”

“About what, baby?”

“I think…” Cassiopeia began rubbing her hands on top of her thighs, while also trying to make herself smaller. “I think we should break up.”

“What did I do wrong?” Roux asked.

She put her hands up, waving them in an X motion, “It’s not you!”

“Then why—”

“I don’t think I… love you.”

Roux blinked, before simply getting up and leaving. Cassiopeia was left wide-eyed and frozen before chasing after him, “Roux, stop!”

“3 YES, CASSIOPEIA! WE’VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR 3 YEARS!” Roux yelled, continuing to walk away from her.

“I’M SORRY,” She shouted back at him.

He turned around swiftly looking at her dead on, a mix of rage and sadness in his eyes, “YOU LIED TO ME FOR 3 YEARS! CASSIOPEIA I’VE LOVED FOR AGES AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS SORRY?!”

“ROUX I NEVER—”

“WHAT?!” He screamed, “YOU NEVER LOVED ME?! THAT MUCH IS OBVIOUS! THE GOO-GOO EYES YOU MAKE AT IPHIGENIE ARE EVERY OBVIOUS, I’M SURPRISED YOU DON’T MAKE LUTHER JEALOUS!”

Cassiopeia kept her mouth shut before Roux laughed wickedly, “At first I thought it was just because you felt bad for her or something because she was weird and barely had any friends when she got back. Then I was every time you saw her! It’s so fucking obvious you have a fucking crush on her and I OVERLOOKED THAT BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!”

“Roux, I’m sorry!”

“That’s all your going to fucking say?!”

Cassiopeia nodded sheepishly before Roux clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and headed for the train station. Stomping his way back to the dorms, Calliope and Solomon were sitting on the porch steps chatting.

“Get out of my way!” Roux snarled through gritted teeth.

“Yeah sure man,” Solomon muttered, wrapping a protective arm around Calliope’s shoulder to pull her closer to him out of Roux’s way.

“Are you okay, Roux?” Calliope innocently asked.

“Don’t fucking talk to me!”

Calliope hung her head a bit, “What the hell, Roux!” Solomon exclaimed, standing up as Roux reached the top of the stairs, “She was just asking if you were all right, no need to be a dick!”

“I don’t give a shit!” Roux spat descending the stairs again just to get in Solomon’s face, “Both her and Cassiopeia are ugly little leeches!”

“Motherfucker, Cassiopeia’s your girlfriend—”

“NOT ANYMORE! THAT DUMB BITCH BROKE—”

Before Roux could finish his sentence Solomon punched him square in the face, making the Football captain stumble back a bit, “I let you get away with a lot,” Solomon lamented with dark eyes, “But you’re just an asshole that expects things to go his way! Cassiopeia never fucking loved you she barely even liked you that was obvious to everyone with a brain! We were with you because you made being in a relationship with her seem like something she needed to do because you are the captain of the Football team and she’s a cheerleader! Completely overlooked two people that have any sort of feeling for you, you dickhead!”

Roux huffed, picking himself out of the dirt as Solomon helped Calliope up and off the stairs and went inside while the sun was setting. The Football player stared at the darkening clouds for a long time, while sitting on the sits of the dormitory porch truly wondering when he first became such an asshole.

Meanwhile, up on Hall Osmanthus Loki sat on her own bed waiting for Amora to get out of the bathroom, replying to the many messages from Lance, Luther, and Odysseus all asking how Amora was doing.

The American girl came out of the bathroom with a towel in hand. She slowly piddled her to her bed, “Cobalt,” Amora muttered to the ghostly man sitting at her desk chair, “I feel better than I did this morning.”

“Good to hear, Chickadee,” He commented. “Tomorrow with enough rest you’ll be right as rain.”

“Thank you for worrying,” Amora noted.

“Of course,” Cobalt said with a nod.

“My brothers are worried about you,” Loki chuckled, shaking her phone in her hand before tossing it on her bed.

Amora smiled, “Tell Luther I said thank you for all the goodies.”

“You should really be thinking of me, I asked him to go get the stuff,” Loki replied, making Amora giggle.

As everything settled for the night and everyone but the few night owls in Solostica were down for the night, a sickly-looking disheveled man covered in filth and grim, wearing clothes far too big for him, and chains wrapped around his ankles and wrist hobbled his way through the quiet streets, taking him a few hours to stumbled his way to Hallows Academy all but collapsing at the front door before screaming:

“GREYSON!”