#and Thor is wearing delicate ankle bracelets!

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Repost • I've been wondering lately that I haven't seen this one in a while. I suspect it got removed because of Thor's "mighty hammer". 👀

His hammer is still in all of his glory to see on Twitter: X 🔞

[theselfshippingwitch]

The Power of Love

So I wrote a thing for my Marvel si and Loki and it turns out things go different when I’m writing the story she’s there

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Desdemona stood hand in hand with Loki as the ship took off from the rubble and dust that once was his home. Her first trip to Asgard and it ended in its destruction. She wished she could have seen more of the place where her love grew up, but it was too late for that now.

Loki spoke up. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to go back to Earth?”

Thor replied. “Sure it is, the people there love me.”

Loki asked, “Do you think it’s a good idea for specifically me to go back to Earth?”

“Probably not. But don’t worry brother. I have a feeling everything will be fine.”

Mona squeezed Loki’s hand reassuringly, and he smiled at her. Despite his misgivings, he knew that she would always believe in him and defend him no matter what. She loved him regardless of what anyone said, and for that he was endlessly grateful.

Just then, a shadow fell over the trio. They looked up and saw a gigantic spaceship looming over them. Loki and Mona exchanged a worried look just before the vessel shot a laser at them, blasting a hole in the ceiling of their ship. They all fell to the ground as the shot hit, and they saw figures rushing out of the larger vessel, floating through the space between the two ships and landing inside the one that was transporting the Asgardian refugees. They started taking out all of the survivors as one of the attackers, a tall, thin, blue alien with no nose, spoke over the chaos. “Fortunate Asgardians, listen to my words and feel grateful, for you have been chosen to be given mercy by the Children of Thanos!”

Loki leaned over to Mona. “Do not move.” He said under his breath. She shut her eyes, pretending to be dead as a monstrous purple alien lifted Thor by his front armor plate. Thor groaned in pain as he was dragged over to the center of the ship. Loki stood, facing the creature.

“It’s the Space Stone or your brother.” It spoke. “I assume you have a preference.”

“I do.” Loki said evenly. “Kill him.”

Mona heard Thor’s screams of anguish and struggled to not jump up and save him. She trusted that Loki knew what he was doing, but hearing such a dear friend’s screams of pain and not helping him took all her self restraint.

“That’s enough!” Loki called out.

Thor’s screaming stopped. “The Space Stone was destroyed when Asgard fell.” He said.

“That is not true.” Thanos said.

Loki pulled out the Tesseract. “Loki…” Thor said.

Thanos took the Space Stone and put it into the glove on his hand. There was an explosion and a burst of smoke, and Mona took a peak and saw Loki in front of her, concealing a dagger behind his back. “I, Loki, Prince of Asgard, rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, Odinson, do hereby pledge my undying loyalty to you.” He was saying to Thanos.

Just then he pulled the dagger out from behind him and lunged at Thanos’ throat. Thanos clenched his fist and Loki’s hand froze just before the dagger broke skin. “Undying? You should choose your words more carefully.” Thanos said. He grabbed Loki by the throat and lifted him off the ground.

“You… will never… be a god…” Loki managed to say in between gasps of breath.

Mona looked on in shock. The man she loved more than anything in the world was dying before her. All of the love she felt for him, for Thor, for the people surrounding her that were once living, breathing beings who were now lying dead beside her, surged through her, pumping through her veins, making her heart race, shooting straight up into her brain. The purple diamond in her tiara shone brightly, and she swooned as her body became enclosed in a blinding light.

“What-?” Thanos exclaimed, shocked. In his surprise, he dropped Loki to the ground, where his body lay unconscious.

Slowly she was lifted off the ground as pure white light beamed out of every pore on her body. The long light blue gown she wore disintegrated as her body turned into pure light. She began spinning quickly as a new outfit regenerated onto her body. On her feet came light pink ballet slippers, the ribbons crisscrossing over her ankles and tying themselves in a neat bow on the backs of her legs. Then a light purple skirt spun around her, sprouting from her waist like the petals of a flower and finally coming to rest halfway down her thighs. A white blouse with a purple collar covered her chest and torso, and from just below her collarbone bloomed a great pink ribbon. Long white gloves appeared on her hands, starting from her fingertips and spreading upwards past her elbows, ending halfway between her elbow and her shoulder with a pink trim. Shining golden bracelets formed around her wrists, and white heart-shaped earrings formed on her ears. Rose pink eye shadow dusted her closed eyelids, and light pink lip gloss applied itself delicately to her flower bud lips. Finally, as she stopped spinning, a giant pink bow appeared behind her, it’s long ribbons shooting out from the small of her back and fluttering behind her like the branches of the cherry blossom trees in the spring. Along with that came huge white feathery wings, like an angel’s. When she opened her eyes once more, her once deep brown eyes shimmered light purple, and her raven hair, which had been pinned back before, flowed freely behind her in shining ebony waves. She floated gracefully back down, her feet landing delicately on the ground below her.

She stood before them, her stance poised and strong as she proclaimed, “I, Arabella, patron goddess of Shinobu, protector of its righteous princess, Desdemona Gabriella Angelina Esmeralda DeRenaldi the First, command you now to cease!” Her lilting, singsong voice had completely changed, now booming and authoritative. She was now Arabella, the ancient goddess whose spirit inhabited the gem in the tiara her mother gave to her just before she died.

Thanos’ shocked expression turned into a menacing grin. “You’re too late now. You can’t stop me. I already possess two of the six infinity stones, and there is no force more powerful in the universe!”

Arabella’s expression and tone remained unchanged. “You are wrong, Thanos. There is a force far more powerful than the infinity stones. A force that has existed since before the dawn of time, that is stronger than the force needed to spawn an entire universe, stronger than the force needed to spawn thousands upon thousands of universes. And that force is the power of love!”

Arabella spread her arms out in front of her and from her fingertips appeared a staff made of glowing white light. It spun in front of her, faster and faster until it became invisible to the naked eye, turning into a circle of pure light. From that circle shot out a massive ray of light straight at Thanos. He clenched his fist and a force field formed around him. The ray of light rammed into the force field, seemingly stopped in its tracks. But after a few seconds, one beam of light shot out from the giant ray, breaking through the force field and running Thanos straight through his stomach, narrowly missing his heart. His followers gasped as he cried out in pain.

“AAAAGH!!!” Thanos collapsed to the ground, clutching his sides. His eyes were wide with shock, his mouth agape. “How… How is this possible? It can’t be! My children, we have to find the other infinity stones! There’s no way she can be more powerful than all six of them combined!”

All together Thanos and his followers retreated back to the ship they came in, and it sped away, leaving the damaged ship floating aimlessly in space. Arabella collapsed to the ground as light from her tiara enveloped her again. When the light faded, Desdemona lay on the ground, wearing the same light blue gown she was in before. She sat up, holding her head and moaning, before looking around her. “Loki!” she immediately crawled over to where the god lay, cupping his face in her hands. “Loki! Please, please wake up!” tears filled her eyes as she waited for any sign of life in her one true love.

For a moment, he lay still. Then slowly, his blue-green eyes opened. Upon seeing Desdemona’s face, the corners of his lips turned upward. But then, he winced in pain.

“Loki! Thank heavens you’re alive!” Mona stroked his hair gently. “I was so scared! I thought I was going to lose you!”

Loki slowly reached up and took Mona’s hand in his, placing it on his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a strained, hoarse noise. A shocked expression crossed his face. Then, tears filled his eyes as he realized what had happened.

“Oh, Loki…” Mona pulled him into an embrace as he cried softly into her shoulder.