#asgardian princess au

[terry-perry]

Y/N: If you hurt my girls, you will answer directly to me. And whatever crimes I commit against you, remember I have diplomatic immunity in forty-six countries. Including Puerto Rico.

Antagonist: Ma'am, you will find that the word "fear" is not in my vocabulary!

Y/N: Perhaps... but it's in your eyes.

Doesn't matter if they're Avengers, no one messes with Y/N Odinsdottir's babies! She will happily use her diplomatic powers and the Odin's Family Rage to her advantage if need be.

Bonus: Steve looking on like --

[coophunts]

@leagueofdccm ; thor : i'm so excited! there's so much i have planned for us. meme tag can be found here ; always accepting.

    𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗  𝖉𝖎𝖉  𝖘𝖍𝖊  𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙  𝖙𝖔  𝖌𝖊𝖙  𝖆  𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊  𝖙𝖔  𝖌𝖔  𝖙𝖔  𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉  𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍  𝖍𝖊𝖗  𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗,   to  get  a  chance  to  experience  the  world  that  he  had  grown  to  love  and  would  do  anything  to  protect.   to  get  to  meet  the  fierce  warriors  that  he  had  told  her  about.   to  get  to  experience  a  world  that  was  so  different  from  hers.   elizabeth  could  barely  contain  her  excitement  and  her  father's  excitement  was  practically    radiating    off  of  him  like  static  electricity.   she  knew  that  he  was  on  midgard  for  a  reason,  the  avengers  and  him  were  following  a  lead  for  her  uncle's  septer  that  some  bad  midgardians  were  attempting  to  unlock  it's  power.   she  would  stay  in  new  york  whilst  he  went  with  them,  but  odin  was  allowing  them  some  time  to  spend  together  in  the  realm  that  she  had  only  ever  grown  more    𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘   about  since  her  father's  banishment  here.

    𝖆  𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊  𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖘  𝖆𝖙  𝖍𝖊𝖗  𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘,   green  eyes  shining  as  she  takes  in  her  new  surroundings,  there  was  so  much  to  see,  so  much  that  was  different  and  yet  familiar  at  the  same  time.   looking  back  at  her  father,  blonde  hair  moving  in  the  wind,  unsure  of  what  to  expect  and  unsure  of  what  exactly  they  were  going  to  do  first,   "   what  are  we  going  to  do  first?   what  have  you  got  planned?   you've  been  so  secretive!    "   she  teases,  trying  not  to  let  her  excitement  get  the  better  of  her  knowing  that  his  duty  to  the  avengers  came  before  anything  else.   though  she  could  not  deny  that  she  was  excited  to  meet  them,  tony  stark,  the  man  of  metal,  captain  steve  rogers,  the  great  marksman  clint  barton,  bruce  banner,  a  man  of  science  who  was  stronger  than  anyone  her  father  had  met  before  and  natasha  romanoff,  a  fierce  warrior  and  spy.   thor  had  told  her  so  many  stories  from  the  battle  of  new  york  and  she  couldn't  wait  to  hear  more,  to  get  to  speak  to  them  and  learn  from  them,   "   i  appreciate  you  bringing  me  this  time,  father.   i  know  what  midgard  means  to  you,    "

[holdmytesseract]

I was thinking about something for the Ice Flower AU

It takes place right before the events of By The Fireplace

It starts off with the queen going into labor prematurely. She wasn’t supposed to give birth until after the hunt. Everything goes smoothly & as planned otherwise.

Maybe a sprinkling of Loki’s reaction to seeing & holding his sons for the first time. Being overjoyed with his love for them.

Then there is some sort of conflict because Loki now doesn’t want to leave for the hunt as he does not want to leave his healing queen & newborn sons alone.

The boys miss their father & cry out for him when he is gone but the queen will comfort them & reassure them that he will be back soon enough.

Then “By The Fireplace” follows chronologically

That is all.

Just something that came to me here at 3am & I needed to get it out because I need to see how you write this. You always take my ideas & turn them into something better so I’m excited for this one as I’ve been obsessed with the Ice Flower AU as of late

moodboard by @chennqingg <3

Snowflakes

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: It's time for a winter hunt - and the twins to see the light of the day. Not the best combination, is it?

Warnings: pregnancy stuff, birth, fluff, bit angst, even more fluff, mentions of a hunt, Loki's instincts?

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: Friend... This was SO much fun to write. I love this AU so much. Thank you for requesting this! :)

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Loki stood in his presence chamber; hands folded behind his back. The king of Jotunheim was gazing absentmindedly out of the window; watching how the harsh winter conquered more of his home with each passing day. It was definitely time for the royal men to go on the last big hunt before it would be too late. He knew that; was more than aware of this - but it was the last thing he could think about now. Not after he had taken his heavily pregnant wife to the healers only a mere hour ago, because she wasn't feeling good at all. Sure, it could be just a normal side effect; especially now since she was close to birth - but not close enough. Her due date was determined after the planned hunt. Not before, and now the king feared for his queen and unborn children.

What if something was wrong? Or Norns forbid, what if she went into labour?

Loki swallowed hard and gently shook his head; trying to get out of his thoughts. It wasn't easy though. He had been sent off by the healers instantly and was now doomed to wait here alone in his audience chambers for anyone to tell him what was happening.

It was cruel.

The king sighed; redirected his gaze from the window to the crackling fireplace and over to his desk. A lot of work was still waiting for him, but he couldn't focus. He couldn't think. Not until he was informed about the health of his family. He ran a hand through his raven curls and started to walk up and down in the spacious room - impatiently. Not to know what was going on ate him up inside.

At some point, he poured himself a mug of fine Asgardian mead and took a big sip; feeling the alcohol burn in his throat. Just as the king wanted to refill the empty mug, a loud knock sounded from door. "Come in!" He immediately turned; seeing one of the healers entering the big room. Carelessly placing the mug on his desk, Loki hurried over to the elderly female Jotun. "How is she? How is my wife? And what about the children?" The healer closed the door behind herself; ensuring privacy. "Your majesty," she curtsied. "I need to you stay calm. A panicking husband won't help the queen in labour."

Loki’s eyes almost popped out of his head. "L-Labour? S-She's in labour?!"

"Yes."

That was the moment the usually so composed king lost it. He started to walk in a circle; hands in his hair and quietly cursing in old Norse. "My king... I know this is hard, but we all need you to stay calm." "I can't!" Loki chanted; feeling how he was beginning to lose his nerves. "My wife is carrying twins and now she's in premature labour! What if our children aren't ready to be born yet?! What if-" The collected female Jotun, which Loki knew already since he had been a child, placed a hand on the his shoulder. Something only she was allowed to do. No other member of the royal staff. "Loki... Your wife is stable and ready to give birth and so are your children. It's merely two weeks before her calculated due date."

The gesture and words caused Loki to snap back to the here and now. He took a deep breath; trying to calm down. "Nothing will happen to them?" She shook her head. "No, my king. The pain she endures is normal. She's having contractions and is really close to giving birth. The twins are fully developed and ready to survive outside the womb."

Loki needed a moment to sort his thoughts and feelings and to process the information. "I-I'm going to be a father soon..." He mumbled; more to himself than the healer, but she heard it anyway. A soft smiled darted over her face. "Indeed, your highness." "I wish to see Y/N. Can I... stay with her during the birth?" The elderly woman's azure lips pressed together into a thin line. "Better not, my king. A birth is not for the faint-hearted." Loki crossed his arms; puffing his chest. "I am not faint-hearted. I am a warrior. Nothing is able to shock me."

The Jotun healer cleared her throat and adjusted her half moon glasses. "I don't mean to be rude or disrespectful, my king, but... When Prince Thor visited last month and told you about his children's birth, the guards had to take you to the medical wing, because you fainted..." Loki's cheeks reddened at her words and suddenly was all his confidence gone. He forgot about that.

"B-But my wife, I-I-I..." He sighed; hanging his head. "We will take good care of the queen, my king. I'll return as soon as your children are born." Loki couldn't do much more than nod; knowing that he more than likely wouldn't be able to see how much you were suffering. He would've been no help.

The next two hours were awful for the king. Minutes ticked by so slowly. All the waiting and inability to do something to help you or his yet unborn children drove him insane. He walked up and down, left and right; literally walking a marathon - he was that uneasy and nervous. At some point Loki even sat down on the chair at his desk; desperately trying to occupy himself with work, but it was in vain. He re-read the lines over and over again and was just not able to focus. Endless more minutes passed, until a guard stormed inside his audience chambers; totally out of breath, but smiling from ear to ear. "My king! The healers sent me to bear the news that the queen just gave birth to healthy twins!"

Loki’s knees almost gave in at the guard's words and realisation punched him right into his gut... He was a father now - officially. "I-I have to go." Without saying another word, the king stormed past the guard and sprinted down the hallways towards the medical wing. His heart pounded violently against his chest once he stood in front of the big, wooden doors which would lead him into a new, exciting life. Loki took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was mostly dark inside; the curtains pulled in front of a few windows to prevent the last rays of sunshine of the year to illuminate the room. Only a few candles were lit. Barely enough to see, but it created a cosy, warm atmosphere.

Loki looked around, felt a bit helpless since no healer was to be seen - but then he heard the soft call of his name.... "Loki..." It was weak and soft, but nevertheless happy and full of love. His head snapped around to face the back of the room - and there you were; laying inside a big bed. A white nightgown engulfed your body, just like the warm blankets and furs you were tucked underneath, and in your arms- The king's breath hitched in his throat.

Two tiny bundles.

He felt like crying; wanted to scream his happiness from the rooftops of the palace.

Your heart melting giggle brought him back down to Jotunheim, though. "Why are you just standing there, my king? Come, meet your sons." His head started to spin as he walked over to the bed.

"S-Sons?"

You nodded; shifted one bundle to rest on your chest, so that you were able to stretch out your hand towards your husband. Loki approached you slowly and placed his hand in yours. Gentle ruby eyes settled on you - and the newest additions to the royal family. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand; giving him a happy smile. "Congratulations, king Loki Laufeyson of Jotunheim. You are a father now."

Loki was speechless. All he could do was let the tears stream down his face. You smiled even wider; touched by your husband's reaction. "Say hello to them." The king needed another short moment. Everything was just so overwhelming. "M-May I hold my sons?" You giggled, "Of course." and handed firstly the tiny boy over to his father, who definitely looked more like you. Fair skin; golden-blond locks on his head.

Loki took him with slightly shaky hands; but once he felt the comforting weight of the newborn on his arm, he relaxed and looked down. The baby had his eyes closed and nose scrunched up; clearly not amused by the loss of his mama's warmth and touch. "No, no, no, don't cry, sweetling. I'm your daddy," the king whispered and lowered his head to press a lingering kiss on the infant's head; inhaling his scent. His... He was his - and so was his twin brother. The king relished in this intimate moment for a few seconds, until a soft whine attracted his attention. His other son. Loki looked up; curiously. You giggled. "I think someone is sensing that his father is around..." He couldn't help but to smile at your words, before slowly and gently switching the babies. Now he held his second son - who was a spitting image of himself. Black fuzz on his head and azure skin; peppered with familiar marks and ridges. "Hello, tiny prince," Loki cooed; eyes stuck on the baby, as he touched his small, soft, warm hand with his pointer finger.

You watched Loki bond with his newborn sons; smiling.

"Are you happy, my love?" Ruby eyes looked up to meet your Y/E/C ones once more. "More than happy, my queen. Words are not enough to express how thankful I am that you've given me not one but two children." Your smiled widened; butterflies erupting inside your belly. "You had an important part in this, too, you know..." "That may be true, but you carried them, birthed them and are going to nurture them... You are doing all the hard work. I just did the fun part."

You laughed softly; shaking your head. "I love you, my king."

Loki leaned in closer - carefully, not to hurt one of the babies, and kissed your lips softly; lovingly. Then his eyes roamed your body; slight concern reflecting inside those stunning rubies. "How are you feeling, Flower? You look exhausted..." He noted the dried sweat on your skin and the strands of hair who stuck on your forehead.

You nodded. "I am. It's been excruciating five hours of labour, after all..." Loki kissed you again; whispering against your lips: "I am so so proud of you, my queen. So proud." You buried your free hand in his long raven locks; feeling him close.

"Rest now, Flower. I'll look after our sons."

The first few exciting days of being a first-time father passed by quickly for Loki. He decided to leave all the important work to his advisors and just focus on you and the twins. He wanted to spend the first days - preferably weeks of their lifes with them and not leaving them out of his sight. He wanted to be here for you and help wherever he could and just stop being the king of an entire realm for a little while. This would've worked out just fine - if it weren't for the hunt and the lurking danger of the onset of winter...

"Your majesty..." One of Loki's advisors approached him; cautiously. "The winter storms are about to hit Jotunheim in barely a few days. The time is running out. We have to do the hunt now." The king scoffed; holding Váli tightly cradled against his bare chest, while he signed some documents. "I am aware of that, Skard, but as you can clearly see, I have other duties to tend to at the moment." He looked down at his sleeping son; smiling. "I understand that, my king, but-" "There's no but," Loki interrupted Skard immediately. "My presence is needed here. I have to stay with my healing wife and newborn children. Just send Ymir on the hunt with the best warriors of our kingdom. They will make it without me." Skard shook his head. "No, my king. We both know that Ymir can't lead them alone. Besides, it's tradition and your obligation, King Loki. So hard it sounds - and I thoroughly apologise for this, but it doesn't matter if the queen just gave birth. Your folk awaits this from you. They count on you."

Loki sighed. He knew that Skard was actually right, but all his primal instincts worked against his wit; demanding from him to stay with his lover and babies. "I'm going to talk to the queen about this. Accept my decision and leave." Skard took a bow, "Yes, your highness." and left the audience chambers.

Loki sighed once again; pinching the bridge of his nose and decided that this was a problem he would deal later with. For now, he had other work to tend to.

Unfortunately, though, had Váli other plans...

He was getting restless and antsy in his arms; seemingly always on the edge of crying. His tiny lips were formed into a pout; mouth opening and closing - telling Loki that he was hungry. Well... Seemed like he would have that conversation with you now and not later. "Come on, sweetling. It's mealtime." Loki stood up from his chair and carried the bundled up infant in one arm to yours and his chambers. On his way, he felt the little boy latch on Loki's bare skin; in search of his food source. It caused the king to chuckle. "Apologies, little snowflake. I'm afraid I can't give you what you're searching for. Just hold on for another minute. You'll be with your mama soon."

Once he had opened the door to the chambers and tiptoed inside, his eyes searched for you. They found you rather quickly. You were laying in bed; resting - like most of the time, since the birth had taken much of your strength and left you hurt. You still weren't able to properly walk. It got better each day, sure, but you needed time to heal.

"My queen?" The king called out softly; in case you were sleeping. But you weren't. You lifted your head; smiling at your husband as he approached the bed. "Hello, my love." Loki found you wrapped up snugly into a think blanket, which was covered by a fur. He could also make out the tiny blue head with black curls, which peaked out from the blanket.

He smiled. Áki was sleeping on your chest.

"I didn't wake you, Flower, did I?" You shook your head. "No, don't worry." He sat down on the edge of the bed beside you; placing a kiss on your forehead. "How are you feeling tonight?" "Better, but still exhausted." He nodded; kissing you properly this time. Although, the kiss was interrupted by Váli, who let out a loud whine; making himself noticeable - and his hunger. "Ohh, somebody is hungry, eh?" "Indeed. I actually wanted to keep on working for another hour, but well... I guess I'll just continue tomorrow." He smiled; watching you shift underneath the pile of blankets. "Are you cold, love?" "Uh.Huh. Like always around that time of the year. Winter is coming. I can feel it." The king eyed you for a moment. "Hand Áki over. I'll place him inside his crib, so that you can feed Váli." "Alright." Loki lifted the sleeping baby carefully up in his free arm and placed him gently inside his crib. Then he handed you Váli and shortly returned to his other son; making sure that he was properly tucked in and especially warm.

"Oh, and Flower..." Loki started; facing you again with a smile, while he started to get rid of his armour. "Shift a little bit, please. I'm going to make sure you're warm enough." He watched how a shiver ran down your arms as you moved; primal instincts egging him on to keep his mate warm. Loki quickly slipped inside the bed behind you and made you rest against his upper body. "Better, Flower?" You nodded; cuddling against him. "Yes. Much better."

You fed Váli then, with Loki’s hand supporting the infant. You loved having your sons and husband close. You couldn't deny that.

After a few moments of silence with just the sweet coos of Váli filling the spacious room, Loki decided to address the hunt topic.

"Flower?" "Mhm?" "I must talk with you about something..." You turned your head to give him a smile. "I'm all ears, my king." He sighed. "It's about the winter hunt. I know that we have not much time left to go hunting. Winter is coming - fast. My advisors told me that as well, but..." "But?" "I... I don't want to leave you and our newborn children alone now. I refuse to do so." You blindly lifted one hand; feeling for his cheek. You cupped it. It was an awkward angle, but you didn't care. "Why, my king? We are safe here, in the palace and the lovely caregivers will help me if I need it. It's all good, my love. You can go. You should go. It's important." The king scoffed. "See, my love? Exactly that is the problem. I should be the one helping you. I should be the one taking care of you and our offspring. Not the caregivers!"

"Is this your inner Jotun speaking again, dear husband?"

Loki blushed. "Most likely, yes."

You burped Váli; placed a kiss on his forehead and handed the drowsy, milk-drunk bavy over to his father, who reached over with his long arms and placed him in his crib; wrapping him up inside a warm fur, too. Once Loki was finished, you immediately turned in his embrace; snuggling against him. "I understand that. I really do. I couldn't picture leaving the boys alone. Not in my wildest dreams. It's hard, I know, but..." You sighed. "You are the king. Our folk counts on you, my love. They need you. It's your obligation."

"I am very aware of that - as well as of the fact that I won't be able to escape this. I have to go." You smiled; kissing his chin. "Just think about the wonderful things which await you when you return home." Loki pulled you closer against his muscular chest. "Honestly, this the only reason what will keep me going on the hunt... Returning to my family."

The following week, in which Loki was away was heavy. Heavier than you anticipated. Sure, the caregivers helped you where they could, but it just wasn't the same. You missed him. Badly - and so did the twins. They were only infants, yes, but their senses were heightened, due to Loki's Frost Giant genes. Therefore, they sensed exactly that their father wasn't around.

Something they definitely didn't like.

You did your best to reassure them; giving them as much motherly love as you could. But you were not Loki. You only hoped that he'd return fast...

[notelcol]

Silver and Gold.

In which you find an equal in Loki🐍

Kind of AU + made up planet💚

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes.🫣

I fell from the heavens and landed on Earth. They called me an angel but that was far from true. I would run through hoards of men with my sword and not think twice of the blood that stained my hands. Centuries on the tiny planet felt like days to me, but eventually the days caught up. I locked away my silver sword and let Earth fend for itself. I closed my eyes to the carnage of this wretched planet, and allowed it to devour itself.

I hid myself away in New York City, invisible amongst the swarms of humans. The solace of my bookshop, was medicine to my tired soul. I stayed there for years, watching as the world changed. I should have felt peace. Instead I was reminded of my loneliness. The silver archways and glittering skylines of my home a distant memory, only appearing to taunt me. Celestia was gone, only known in stories as the ‘fallen star’. Now I must endure my aeons of life surrounded by beings who will die before i gain so much as a wrinkle. Before I could think any deeper, the ringing of my shop bell freed me from my self pity.

A man in an immaculately tailored suit and a long black coat walked in. I immediately recognised him as the Asgardian prince who invaded some time ago. Admittedly, I was intrigued when he arrived. While it was clear he was a pawn in someone else’s game, his intentions were not all dissimilar to what mine once were. He wished to make the humans be better.

“Lord of the flies.” I whistled at his choice. “It’s a dark one, I’m you’ll appreciate that.” I joked a little, noticing his surprise at my talking to him.

“Thank you. You are actually the first store to serve me.” His statement did not surprise me.

“Well you did almost destroy the whole city.” I regretted my tone after seeing his face drop slightly. “But who hasn’t levelled a town for a higher purpose once or twice, right?” I smirked at his bewildered expression. I truly thought he would ask but when he continued to look confused, I decided to introduce myself.

“I am the Princess of Celestia, it is my pleasure to meet you Prince Loki.” He laughed in delight when I removed the charm that hid my glow.

“I always thought Celestia was a fairytale.” The reflection of my glow only made the wonder in his eyes shine brighter. The golden god was indeed a sight to behold.

“The fallen prince of the nine realms and the heir to the fallen star.” His voice trailed off, almost a whisper, as if he was lost in a faraway world. “We could be wondrous.” He held out his hand and asked me to take it. Could I really leave the solace I created, for a fantasy? All I had ever dreamed of was standing asking me to take it. Yet all I could do was look.

“We have both failed ourselves and our thrones one way or another.” His statement cut deep, but it was true. I did let my people down when I failed to save them. “We are both stuck here, but maybe can be a good thing.” He held up a finger when he realised he was loosing me. “Maybe together we can do better.” His eyes pleaded with my own as he finished his speech. He had me.

I couldn’t stop the grin from taking over when at last, I grabbed his hand. I summoned my sword and we ran. For the first time since I fell to Earth, I was running with someone who could keep up. Hand in hand, we would fight to make ourselves and this world better. We were two sides of the same coin. Silver and gold.

Thank you for reading this ✨

[medeafive]

Poll time!

I just sorted through my writing and found surprisingly many finished and unposted fics so I thought I'd make a fancy poll ;) All the fics are summarized below!

The Red Princess: 2k, drabble, AU in a 1920s brothel where a young Bucky is working as a bouncer.

Patching up Wounds: 1.6k, drabble, Nat gets badly hurt and Bucky has to stitch her back together, very emotional. (Might have to figure out a better title)

A room for three: close to 3k, Clint has to spend a lengthy stakeout with Bucky and Nat. Not as awkward as he feared but kind of personal.

If I remember correctly: 10k, Natasha just wants a normal relationship with Bucky who's avoiding her like the plague. (Might have to figure out a better title)

Asgardian mead: 14k. Read a fic (can't remember the title or author, sorry) about Bucky and Nat waking up in bed together after getting hammered with Asgardian mead. That but incredibly angsty and somehow with, I kid you not, erectile dysfunction.

Only us and the snow: 11k, cabin fic, Red Room era, getting snowed in on a mission, smut.

[lady-rose-moon]

Haven's little sister || Cabin in the Mountain AU ||

A/N: this came into my mind and i had to write it down before I lost inspiration again. Also, the narration is my first attempt at being an unreliable narrator so I hope you like it!

My main masterlist &lt;3

Cabin in the Mountains AU Masterlist

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘: Loki & Haven, Loki x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, unreliable narrator

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.4k

Ever since you had brought Kore home, Haven noticed that he was getting less and less attention in favour of the crying baby that inhabited the other bedroom of the cabin. The young girl thought that she could handle more independence but when even her daddy spent more time with the baby, she couldn't help but feel jealous.

Haven remembered a conversation that she'd had with her parents about how much attention the baby would need when it was born and she understood but she needed attention too.

It was now mid-July, two months after Kore's birth and still, Haven didn't get the attention she needed. The girl was only six, after all, she couldn't understand why her little sister was favoured over her.

"Daddy!" Haven happily shouted as she ran into the kitchen, seeing him with his back to her, looking at something in the fridge, "can we go play outside? It's such a lovely day!"

Loki turned to his daughter, holding Kore to his chest with a smile as he shook his head. "Sadly not, Princess," he replied, looking down at Kore and then Haven, "Mummy needs her sleep so I have to look after your sister. Perhaps later?"

Haven kept a smile on her face as she nodded before turning on her heel and sprinting to her bedroom. Closing the door gently behind her, the little princess slid down the soft wood with tears in her eyes. She knew she couldn't throw a tantrum around Loki or you because they were already going through so much but it still hurt so much to see Kore favoured over her.

The little princess looked around her room, at the photos on the wall of her with her parents. The better times, the time before Kore came along and stole everything from her. Her sorrow consumed her and she covered her mouth as she sobbed, slowly making her way over to her bed to hide below the blankets.

Days later, Loki had not offered to play with her and whenever Haven approached her mother, she saw that Kore was always there. The infant was always in one of their arms, like Haven used to be. The eldest child sneered when her parents weren't looking, hating the child that had taken her place in her parents heart.

Sitting at the dining table at teatime was different too. No longer would daddy conjure illusions for her, entertaining her if she didn't feel like eating, he would focus more on the infant in mummy's arms, cooing and tickling her belly. Haven ate as much as she could then excused herself silently to her bedroom.

She couldn't sleep that night. Constantly haunted by the cries of her sister down the hall. Annoyed beyond belief when she heard the harmonic voice of her mother singing the little monster to sleep followed by an Asgardian lullaby from her daddy. Seething with anger, Haven waited for them to go to bed before she left her bedroom and made her way down the hall to her sister's room.

Once she was inside the bedroom, she cast an enchantment on the baby monitor to block any sounds so her parents wouldn't hear anything. Once that was sorted, Haven made her way over to the bassinet that used to be hers and scowled down at the sleeping baby inside.

"I don't know what spell you cast," she hissed, glaring down at the child as her magic gleamed in her hands, "but you have taken my mummy and daddy away. I hate you. I hate, hate, hate you."

Feeling satisfied, Haven teleported back to her bedroom and threw the covers over her when she was back in bed, sobbing herself to sleep.

A month passed and it was portrait day. Haven was forced to go to Asgard with her parents and Kore to get a portrait taken to mark the birth of her little sister.

When she was shown where to stand, Haven was disheartened. She had to stand beside her daddy while mummy got to sit down with Kore in her arms. How dare she Haven thought with scorn I used to sit on mummy's lap in portraits! How dare she take my place!

As the painter began with the sketch, Haven shook with jealousy although she kept her face stoic and professional. She wanted to be her parents world again! Why couldn't they love her like they loved Kore? What had she done wrong?

Half an hour into the portrait process, Haven felt the ghost of a hand on her back and she looked up to her father, who was looking down at her with concern. "Are you alright, sweet girl?" he asked softly, furrowing his eyebrows with a frown.

"I am fine, father," she replied numbly, not missing how Loki flinched before she faced the front with her emotionless mask on again.

"Your majesties, you do not need to stay any longer," the painter spoke after a few more minutes and that was all it took for Haven to disappear in a puff of purple smoke.

The eldest Princess appeared in the palace library and ran up the stairs to her hideout that she had created behind one of the useless sections of Asgard's history books. Pulling the door open, Haven rushed inside and closed the opening behind her.

She officially hated portrait day! Maybe next time they have to do it, she won't be needed. They don't love her anymore.

The distance only grew after that. Three years passed with Haven waiting for her birthday to come so she'd be the centre of attention for once.

Now, though, it was her tenth birthday and she was waiting in bed for her parents to come get her but it was eight-thirty and they hadn't yet.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and hope rose in Haven's chest only to be shattered when Kore jumped on her chest. "Mornin'!!" the brat screamed, bouncing up and down on Haven's chest, "daddy tol' me to come get you! We having pancakes! Come on, sissy!"

Haven groaned and rolled onto her side, tears forming in her eyes as she shook her head. "Not hungry," she replied coldly.

"Don' be like dat," Kore replied with a frown, bouncing on Haven's bed now she couldn't jump on her chest, "daddy made pancakes! PancakesI, Haven!"

"Get out!" Haven yelled, pulling her pillow over her ears, "I'll be out in a minute!"

The soft patter of feet signalled that Kore was gone and Haven was allowed to breathe. With a roll of her eyes, Haven slid out of bed, pulled on her robe and left her bedroom.

When she got to the kitchen, she saw her father with her mother, feeding Kore some pancakes. "Morning," she whispered, sitting at the table and looking down at the pancakes ready for her. There was about five pancakes with chocolate syrup written as a 'happy birthday' on the top one and Haven finally felt herself smile.

"Happy birthday, sweet pea," Loki smiled at her, kissing her temple and rubbing her back, "you have lots of presents to open when you're ready."

Haven grinned up at her father and nodded as she began eating. When she was done, she made her way into the living room and saw the pile of presents waiting for her, making her smile widen.

After opening her presents, Haven looked up at her parents and smiled. "Can we play with them outside?" she asked with a hopeful grin, "it's a nice day!"

"I suppose it is a beautiful day," you murmured with a small smile, looking at Loki before walking to the front door only to freeze when you heard Kore start crying.

"Mama, my toof fell out," the child cried, holding a bloody tooth in her hand, "I ran into the sofa and it came out. It was wobbly dis morning."

"Oh my poor baby!" you cooed, rushing over to her and checking her mouth, "I guess the tooth fairy will be coming tonight then!"

Haven scowled at Kore as both you and Loki surrounded her. Throwing her presents to the ground, the eldest released a frustrated groan and spat to her sister, "oh yes, another way to make everything about you. Might as well make today your birthday. I hate you."

With that, the girl took off toward her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Back in the solitude of her room once more, Haven cast a spell so that it was soundproof before she screamed her heart out. Years of frustration, years of being sidelined, YEARS OF KORE.

"I hate her, I hate her, I HATE HER," Haven cried as she paced her bedroom, throwing magic bursts at her wall before repairing it. She continued chanting it until she heard a knock on her door and she flinched.

"Haven? Sweet pea, come out, please..." came her father's voice and it ripped a harsh snort from Haven's throat.

"Funny," she sneered, allowing him to hear her, "now I exist to you guys."

"Haven Frigga Lokidottir, open the door," Loki's voice became more stern and he knocked again, "it was just a misunderstanding. Kore didn't wish to upset you."

Haven approached the door and shook with anger. She had allowed her little sister to take her place all the other time but on her birthday?! No chance!

"Go away, father," she growled, "doesn't Kore need a bottle or something?!"

"Now come on, there's no need for that," Loki chided her, knocking again with a sigh, "darling let me in. Please? Daddy-daughter talk?"

The promise of daddy-daughter time lit Haven's heart with hope but she knew not to be hopeful anymore. With a sigh, Haven unlocked the door and allowed her father entry.

It had been ages since Loki had stepped into her room for daddy-daughter time. He looked so different to Haven's memory of him. He looked older, more tired, less like her father. "Haven, darling, we have done everything to keep you both equal," Loki whispered, kneeling slowly so he didn't startle her, "surely you know that?"

Haven rolled her eyes and looked away from her father. "You say that but I'm constantly pushed to the side in favour of her. My little sister. More like my replacement."

"Replacement?" Loki echoed brokenly, his eyes shining with horror as he watched his daughter. "Haven, my sweet child, no..." he whispered, taking her hand and flinching when she ripped it away from him, "we would never replace you."

Haven sighed and rolled her eyes. "Sure," she drawled, shrugging her shoulders, "because the last few years have been so good for the family, right?"

Loki's frown deepened as he looked at her. "Sweetheart," he whispered softly, looking into her eyes, "we're happy. You've been happy."

"How would you know?" Haven snapped, her eyes flashing with magic and hatred, "you've only had eyes for Kore!"

"That's not true and you know it!" Loki replied quickly, almost desperately, "Haven, you... you're the best thing to ever happen to me and your mother. Kore is an addition to our family... do you not love her?"

"I hate her," Haven hissed, glaring straight at Loki, "I wish you'd never had her."

There was silence in the bedroom for a while after that as the shock sunk in, the reality of what Haven had just said sinking into Loki's ears and causing tears to fall from his eyes. "You didn't hate her when you held her for the first time," he whispered brokenly, furiously wiping his eyes, "you didn't hate her just last week when she tripped and you healed her knee, you didn't hate her when we went to Disney and you held her hand all the time so she wouldn't run off, you didn't hate her on her birthday when she needed your help with the candles of her cake."

"I did," the girl replied coldly, her glare almost murderous, "because she's the apple of your eye now. She's replaced me now and I am nothing to you. Useless unless I am to be your heir to Asgard. I hate Kore. I hate her."

Loki saw the hatred in Haven's eyes but he also saw the desperation, fear and pain in them too. Haven truly felt alone and he regretted not noticing it sooner. "Oh, my sweet girl," Loki whispered before opening his arms, "can i hug you? Do you need a hug?"

It took exactly four seconds for Haven's resolve to shatter and she jumped into his arms, crumbling and sobbing into his shoulder brokenly as she used to do when she was little. She cried her heart out and gripped onto Loki's clothes desperately as she knew that when he left the room, he would be Kore's daddy as well. But for now, she cried and poured out all her despair in his arms.

"Please give her a chance," Loki whispered softly, rubbing her back and pressing a kiss to her temple, "she looks up to you, Haven. You were her first word, the one she first walked to... you're her hero..."

Was she? Haven hadn't known any of that before, she hadn't spent much time around her little sister to even realise those little details. All Haven spent her time thinking about when she thought of her little sister was how the brat had replaced her but now she was open to the possibility that it was just her jealousy blinding her from loving her sister.

"I hate her," she repeated brokenly, gripping Loki's clothes tighter as she sobbed, "she took you from me. I'm not your girl anymore!"

"Oh, sweet girl," Loki whispered gently, cradling his daughter gently and rocking her softly, smiling down at her, "she hasn't taken me from you. I am still here whenever you need me, I swear it."

The princess sniffled and clung to her daddy as she to calm down and soon, slumber overtook her thoughts and she passed out in Loki's arms. The God frowned at his daughter and carried her to her bed, laying her down before laying down behind her, pulling her into his chest.

"This is all you wanted all these years... my attention," he whispered through tears, "you must have felt alone even if we tried to make you both feel so equal. My daughter... you will never be forgotten... Happy birthday, my sweet little girl..."

Birthday presents and cake forgotten, the rest of the afternoon was spent with Loki cradling his daughter as she slept and held her as she cried in her sleep. He knew it would take a while to help her feel better but he would do his best to help her feel like she was still special to him. She was always his little princess, she would never stop being his princess.

It will just take time.

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[caroldantops]

it's kind of an au, but king!valkyrie x knight!carol

carol becomes part of the kingsguard after losing a swordfight to valkyrie, and according to asgardian tradition she needs to submit to the king (in all meanings of the word)

the only way to earn her freedom is fighting val again and winning, so val starts training carol. she is so into being val's princess that she never tries to challenge her, but they do the lessons anyway bc it's like foreplay to valkyrie and carol loves the rewards/punishments that come afterwards.

-👻

YESSSS!! i like to think carol at first was very determined to earn her freedome, but. she was very very quickly convinced that serving valkyrie however she wishes (which usually entails her on her knees getting her facefucked or on all fours pinned to valkyrie's extravagant bed) is much much better than any life she lived before ❤️

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Marvel Au and Ben10 World in "Royal Secrets Of Asgard"

A Long time ago, there is a Place Home Where all the gods and warriors lived in the Center of the nine realms Called "Asgard". It was Ruled by the Allfather of the gods name "Odin" Whom he sits on his throne watching over his kingdom with his two Sons and daughter by his side along with his beautiful wife..Then One day, Odins Daughter Announce that She is marrying The general of Sakutopia back in midgard..Her father was pleased, Time pass by..She gave Birth to her Lovely Daughter Name "Saphira Lorraina Fox" the princess of All Asgard…She is Half Kitsune and Half Asgardian…When She got older by the age of 5 , She got Magic and Mischief lesson from her uncle Loki The god of Mischief and the Fighting Skills With her uncle Thor The god of thunder. When She got even more older, She became beautiful and Compassion and fierce Just like her Mother and father. Then one day Odin announce that Saphira Will become a goddess of Love and Compassion and War, But Odin heard about the Prophecy from the Oracle that Saphira Will be the Most Powerful goddess…More Powerful than Odin himself and the other gods… When Odin Decided to Send Saphira to Midgard To find a proper Suitor Upon a Watchful eyes of The gatekeeper name Heimdall..But years pass…Odin wanted to hear Heimdall reports…but Alas..Heimdall told odin that Her Sorry excuse Ex-boyfriend named Ronald Stoppable has been betrayed her..and Killed His own daughter by his own hands .His Words Made Odins Blood Boils..even Saphira's Father Mordue was Too was infuriated..Knowing that Ronald Stoppable was Down right cruel, greedy, and selfish For treated His own Daughter as a Slave and all…He wanted to Smite them..but Couldn't.. In the Meetings, Saphira's parents, grandparents and her Uncles are Arguing about Saphira's Suitors Delima…., However Odin has come to the Solution as well…her family decided to stay in Midguard and Disguised themselves as A Very Wealthy and rich family in "New asgard" known as "The Odinsons",,,After Saphira graduated..Her parents Began to Make her to be a Most beautiful Models in "Odinsons Buisness" and "Fox Co." as well..So..Saphira became famous in middleton now..but..She decided to move away..from middleton..to bellwood..home of the good people..until..Saphira was in the tour bus at camping sight..until..She saw something crash into the forest as she gasp and said,"Odins beard what was that? I must take a look." She began to head there and saw a Small boy name ben tennyson whom he got this strange object and clamped onto his wrist..and time passed..She bump into diamond head as she made an off and said," OH i am very sorry sir i- Oh your that diamond headed guy.." but he runs off…and saphira was so suprised…until..next morning..she met with a boy again and she said* oh its you!..umm whats your name? then he answers

[bedlamsbard]

About 1500 words written today -- last scene of Horizon (!) and starting edits on this chapter.  I did have to rewrite the last scene I started yesterday, but this version is much better.  About halfway through first pass edits, but it’s half past three am and at this point I’m not doing good edits anymore.  It’s possible I might post tomorrow, but Friday or Saturday is more likely.  It’ll be before New Year’s.  It might have appendices, since there’s stuff in this story that is canon-supported, or at least doesn’t actively contradict canon (aside from the main AU, obvs), but involves a certain amount of multi-movie detective work: those are the super soldier serum, Stark/Avengers Tower, and the Stark murder.

Snippet from The Horizon Line chapter 17.

The great hall’s carved wooden doors were shut to keep out the cold.  Loki vanished his glowing ball with a twitch of his fingers and took a deep breath, then pushed open the doors.

Light and sound spilled out, the cheerful scrape of the guitar- and fiddle- like Asgardian string instruments and the characteristic three stroke double-beat of the drums, a woman’s voice singing along with it.  It continued on for a few seconds before someone noticed the open doors.

“The king!” someone cried, and then in eerie echo of the coronation ceremony months earlier, “The king comes!  The king comes!”

“King Loki!”  The little girl who had brought Loki the kittens to bless the day they had left came tearing down the aisle, making Loki stagger backwards as she flung herself into his arms.  “King Loki, you’re back!”

“Hello, Róta,” he said, sounding a little breathless. “Yes, I’m back.”

“Brunnhilde said you had to rescue a princess in a tower from an evil wizard.”

Steve’s eyebrows went up as Loki choked.  After a moment, he was able to say, “Well, there was a tower involved and I suppose ‘evil wizard’ isn’t entirely inaccurate, but he’s more of a knight than a princess.  In fact, the princess did most of the rescuing.”

[puckwritesstuff]

The new AU where Vali is a sorcercer is so cute! How would the Avengers and other people that knows Dr. Strange react to him being fatherly to Vali?

This is going to be an "everyone survived Infinity War/Endgame" AU because I needed Tony to be the one reacting to this. Hope that's good with you all.

Thank you for the ask!

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Tony walked into the conference room at Avengers HQ to see Váli sitting at the table. Crayons were scattered all around her and her legs, not long enough to reach the floor, swung under the chair.

“Um, hi,” he said.

Váli looked up.

“Hi, Mr. Stark,” she said.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

Váli looked back at her coloring as she spoke.

“Mama and Papa are busy with Uncle Fandral and Nari’s on a date with Morgan,” Váli said. “So, Master Dr. Strange said he could watch me.”

Tony blinked.

“Sorry, your brother’s on a date with who?” he said.

Before Váli could respond, Strange walked into the room.

“This would be so much easier if he could just learn to use a phone,” he muttered. “Okay, Váli, I think I’m done here.”

Váli jumped up from her chair with the drawing she was working on and rushed over to him.

“I drew Yggdrasil!” she said. “Look!”

“Doctor,” Tony said.

Strange paused. “Afternoon, Stark.”

“You’re not looking!” Váli said.

Strange looked at the drawing.

“It’s very nice, Váli,” he said. “Are we ready to pack up?”

“That’s Ratatoskr and Ní��höggr,” she said, pointing to a squirrel and snake on the tree. “The burned branch is where Asgard used to be, and that’s Grandfather Odin hanging there!”

She pointed to a stick figure hangman coming off the black colored branch, wearing an eyepatch and a long, gray beard.

“I see,” Strange said. “But we need to pack up now, okay?”

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Váli said.

Strange sighed. “Fine. But then we need to leave.”

Váli put the drawing down on the table and rushed off to find the bathroom. Tony was doing everything not to burst out laughing. Strange shot him a look.

“She seems to be a handful,” Tony said.

“She is a very promising student of the Mystic Arts and—”

“No, I get it,” Tony said. “Thor told us all about how you’re going to stop the end of the world by teaching some card tricks to a princess.”

“How long has it been since someone called you an arrogant jackass?” Strange asked.

“At least a week,” Tony said. “You might want to watch your language around the kid though, they hear way more than you think.”

“Okay, look—”

Before Strange could make a real objection, the alarms went off. The screen at the end of the room lit up to show a CNN broadcast of New York City. A large, many tentacled beast was climbing up the sheer glass of One World Trade Center, its single eye darting around as it looked over Manhattan.

“Shuma-Gorath,” Strange said.

“We’ve got this,” Tony said. “We’ll call Wong, you deal with Little Red.”

“Wong’s exorcising Dormammu out of Mordo right now,” Strange said. “Not exactly something he can stop in the middle of. You need me, and Váli will be just fine.”

Tony sighed. “I get that the kid’s Asgardian, but she’s still just a kid.”

“Except she’s not just a kid,” Strange said.

Váli ran back into the room.

“I didn’t do it!” she said.

“We’re going on a field trip,” Strange said. “You’re gonna need your game face.”

Váli nodded and taking a deep breath, she shifted into a wolf, already full sized, with red Asgardian armor on. She looked up at Strange, her tail wagging.

Tony blinked.

“All right, let’s suit up,” he said.

[wolfvnger]

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CHARACTER PROFILE

This is incompleted!

OK!! now that you've read that, introducing... ✩

Name: Freyja Lokisdottir

Nickname(s): Frey, Fay-Fey

Species: Frost Giant, Human/Mortal

Ethnicity/Race: Jotunn Asgardian

Aliases: Daughter of Loki, Princess of Asgard, Goddess of Stories and Time, Heir of Yggdrasil, Tree of Time Protectress, Harbinger of Time, Dragoness, The Dragon Whisper, Little Dreamer, The Analyst’s Daughter, Mini Mischief Maker, Snakelet

Age: not yet born, 2 (in rp outside of respected timeline)

Birthday: Unknown

Zodiac: Unknown

Height: Unknown

Hair Colour: Golden blonde, likes to switch it to black sometimes depending on how she feels

Eye Colour: Naturally blueish but turns red when in Jotunn form and glows green when using magic

Skin Colour: Light, but when in Jotunn form it’s blue

Pronouns: Any (she/her in rp)

Gender: Fluid

Sexuality: Unknown

Accent: British with a slight hint of (Texan) American

Family:

From her universe

AU Loki Laufeyson - Loki Series (mother/father)

@inz-lokisdottir AU Mobius (father)

@inz-lokisdottir AU Sylvie Laufeyson (aunty)

From alternate realities, other rps!

Rúna Maximoff-Lokisdottir (multiversal half sister)

@inz-lokisdottir (multiversal half sister)

@einarlokison (multiversal half brother)

Yri Fandraldottir (multiversal younger half sister)

@kaiduslokison (multiversal half brother)

Powers/Skills/Abilities:

Because she’s too young she hasn’t learnt most of them. Some are instinctive.

Super speed, super strength, dexterity, healing factor, agility, durability, speed, stamina, longetivity and other physical attributes, cold immunity

Ice manipulation/cryokinesis, telekinesis,

Shapeshifting

Telepathy, psychic abilities (clairvoyant/claiaudient)

Teleportation (unchecked power, kind of just happens randomly)

Illusions (anything below, she’s too young to know)

Flight

Asgardian Magic

Dimensional Manipulation (requires a lot of energy)

Eldritch Magic

Hand to hand combat (too young to learn)

Master in various martial arts (too young to learn)

Alignment: unknown

Personality Type: unknown

Personality: unknown

BACKSTORY

| Coming soon |

SIDE STORIES/AUs

HEADCANONS

FACECLAIM

[holdmytesseract]

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Through The Years

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: bit angst? sad/slightly desperate Loki, drama, yelling? fluff

Word Count: 3k

a/n: This chapter is a very important one, I'd say. After all, we are going to find out who is going to be the heir to the throne! 👀

Also, I thought I post this today, because it's Tomathy's birthday! 🥳🥰

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❄️ Chapter Three ❄️ Chapter Five ❄️

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Chapter Four - The Crown Prince

"What bothers you, my king?" You asked your husband in a soft, hushed voice - not to startle him. He was standing on the big balcony of your shared chambers, gazing into distance. Loki and the landscape to his feet were bathed in bright, soft blue moonlight; illuminating the dark. Summers on Jotunheim were beautiful, you learned. Some might would not expect this, but it was true. It wasn't super warm though, unlike on Asgard. Warm enough to grow crops and such, but that was it. Certainly not warm enough to run around naked - at least for you. While Loki stood there in nothing but his sleep loincloth, you were tightly wrapped up in your Asgardian dressing gown - plus some warm fur slippers. The nights were colder anyway.

"Is it what I think it is?" You questioned him further; now wrapping your hands around his strong torso; hugging him from behind. "The announcement?" You felt how Loki took a deep breath and sighed, "Yes, my queen." before he put his big hands on your smaller ones. "I... I am afraid I made the wrong decision and..." You ran your thumb in a caressing manner over the bulging muscles of his abs. "And?" He swallowed. "I never wanted to choose. I knew from the moment they were born that I had to one day, but... I never wanted to carry this burden. Why cannot decide someone else? The people? Or our advisors?" You sighed as well, knowing how bad he felt. "I know, my love, I know, but... Unfortunately, it's the king's decision. It always was; always will be." He scoffed, clearly affected by all this. "I remember that day... Clearly. Father chose Thor. Being the first born was to his advantage, but... Nevertheless, Odin would've chosen my brother. He believed he was the better king. Wiser. More mature. I accepted it - and in the end, I'm glad he didn't choose me. Because if he had, who knows if our paths ever crossed? I doubt it." The king squeezed your hands gently; loving - bathing in your embrace. "Well, I am glad, too, love. I am lucky to call you my queen now - and wife. I wouldn't want any other princess. Just you. Always you..." He muttered, pausing. "But this is different... Our boys are twins. No first born. No one of them has an advantage. By the norns, I wouldn't even want that... We always treated them equally - how it should be and now... Now I am forced to favour one of them. As a father, this is cruel."

Your heart broke at his words. You knew very well how he must feel. It wasn't fair - but that was a burden of being alive... Sometimes it was just not fair. "I know, my love, I know," you whispered and pressed a lingering kiss on the soft skin of his bare back. "I find this just as cruel as you do. Parents shouldn't have to ever put one child over the others and it's just not fair, but... Life unfortunately isn't fair..." You spoke the words on your mind, but stopped to press another reassuring kiss on his skin. "You need to remind yourself that this is a decision you make as a king. Not as a father." You could hear your husband swallowing again, before he turned in your embrace and lowered his upper body, in order to press his forehead against yours. "Should I mirror your words in front of them? Tell Áki and Váli that I'd never make this decision as a father, but have to as a king?" You nodded. "Yes. I think it would be important for them to know." Another deep sigh left your husband's lips. "I hope they'll understand... I don't know what to do if they don't."

You loosened your grip around his torso and lifted your hands to cup his cheeks; giving Loki a soft smile. "They'll understand. I know they will." The king nodded, squeezed his eyes shut and held you even closer. You let him, of course, enjoyed the tight embrace you were in.

"Let's go to bed, my king, shall we?" "Yes." You led Loki back to your marital bed then, sunk together with him in the sheets and held him close. It was just what he needed that night. The undying, unshakeable love and support of his wife.

Nevertheless, didn't have Loki a restful night. He tossed and turned from time to time; thoughts running wild inside his head. That was the reason why he was up quite early; watching the sun rise over Jotunheim.

You woke up with the sun as well; sleepy eyes searching for your husband. "Loki?" "Over here, my love." Your eyes followed his voice. He was sitting on the settee in front of the empty fireplace; gaze settled on you. "Good morning, darling." You smiled sleepy; stretching your limbs. "Good morning." You could feel his beautiful ruby eyes on you; watching you with an overwhelming amount of love and gentleness. But when your gaze met his, you could also see how troubled he was. Still. Your expression softened. "C'mere, my love." Reaching out your hand towards him, you waited for him to take it.

It only took him a few seconds to bridge the distance between the settee and bed; eagerly taking your hand into his and intertwining your fingers. You pulled him gently closer, until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he had no other choice but to lean down. With a soft, loving smile, you caught his lips with yours; kissing him lazily. Loki's eyes fluttered shut; heart beating faster. He'd never get tired of kissing you. Never.

"Have you decided yet?" Your sweet voice urged to his ears; pulling the king down on the harsh reality. Perhaps he got lost in your eyes for a few moments... With a deep sigh he nodded, "I have, yes." and told you this important decision.

"What do you think of it? Do I... Do I make the right choice, my queen?" Loki was so uncertain and troubled. You'd even go as far and say that he was afraid. So, you tried your best to comfort him. Just like you did last night. "I'd say you do, yes." You said honestly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "He'll make a great further king. I am convinced by that."

Mere hours later, the king of Jotunheim was in his throne room, sitting upon his throne. His leg bounced nervously up and down; he definitely felt the burden of the upcoming event on his shoulders, weighing him down. Like hypnotized, he stared on the big doors, waiting for them to open - which they did only a few minutes later, revealing two guards and his twin sons. The guards let them in, took a bow and closed the doors again, leaving the three men alone.

"You wanted to see us, dad?" Áki was the first one to talk; being definitely the braver twin. Puberty changed the young men, of course, but not their characters. Áki was brave and talkative, while Váli was shyer and more reserved. Not that Váli didn't have braveness within him, but not as much as his brother.

Loki nodded, took a deep breath. "How to begin with?" He muttered to himself, before standing up and stepped closer to his sons. "I have to talk with you both about something important. But not here. Let's take a walk, shall we?" Said and done. Father and sons left the palace only minutes later. "Do we have to be afraid of what you need to tell us?" Váli asked, eyeing Loki with a slightly worried gaze. "No, it's... It's..." The king took another breath. "You are now 20 years old. You've grown into big, strong and wise men - without a doubt. And I couldn't be prouder of you. I really am - and so is your mother." The twin brothers exchanged a sceptical look. Not that they never heard those words from their father before, no - quite the opposite, but... Something in Loki's voice was different. Áki and Váli could tell. "You learned so much in all those years. About Jotunheim, about your heritage, about how to act as princes - and you're doing it to perfection." Loki paused. "It is time for me to make a decision. I avoided it for a long time; tried to escape it, but... I can't do it much longer. Our people, the advisors - yes, the whole kingdom expects from me to finally decide. And I have. I had to."

Váli frowned at his father, while Áki already had a guess. "What is this all about, dad?" Loki sighed. "The throne. My successor." Váli was definitely more surprised than his brother. "T-The throne? You are telling us who the crown prince is going to be?" "Exactly, my son." Áki just nodded. "We're ready for it. I am ready for it." Loki smiled at his sons. "I know you both are. I just don't know if I am ready. Well, I guess I'll never be - but that doesn't matter." The king swallowed hard. "But before I am going to tell you this, I want you both to know that it wasn't an easy decision for me. I thought long about this. Mostly even at night. I want you to know, that I made this decision as a king - not as a father. I never would. My love for you is equally strong. It always was and it always will be. I love you more than life itself, my sons." Áki smiled, just like his brother. "We love you, too." Váli agreed. "We do - and we know that you'd never favour one of us above the other as a father, but have to as a king."

Those words meant a lot to Loki; helping to ease his fear and worries a bit. He stopped and turned to place a hand on a shoulder of each twin. "This means a lot to me. I'm glad you understand. Now that that's settled..." Loki swallowed hard. "Váli, Áki... Each of you is perfectly qualified for the throne, but... I'd like you to be the future king of Asgard, Váli." The young man's eyes widened. He absolutely hadn't seen that coming. He always had expected his brother to be the future king. Áki was stronger, braver - a warrior and a true Jotun, while Váli was... Just himself. A bit dreamy, quiet and had his nose always buried in a book. Despite that, he looked like his mother - an Æsir. Not Jotun. Was that really what his father wanted? What the people wanted?

"W-What? M-Me?" Loki nodded. "Yes, you, Váli." "B-But... Why?" The king smiled softly. "Because you are smart, wise and kind. You always make the right decisions. You are well-read and know how to rule." Váli was literally speechless. His lips moved, but now words left his mouth. "And I am not?!" The angry, clearly jealous voice of Áki cut through the air. Loki quickly redirected his attention, looked his other son in the eyes. "I never said that, Áki. You are smart and wise. You have a lot of kindness in you as well, but-" "But what?!" The furious prince literally spat. "You're a bit hot-headed. You have so much passion and energy flowing through your veins. You, my son, are the greatest warrior I have ever seen. Even greater than I am - which is why I believe, that it would be better for you to defend our home. Make sure it's safe. I want you to stand at your brother's side as his first advisor and leader of our army."

Unlike his brother, Áki rather had expected to be crowned future king. He always found himself perfect for this. Worthy of becoming a king. He didn't want to be jealous of his brother. He really didn't, because he loved Váli dearly. But the heat of the moment and his slightly hot-headed nature blinded him.

Áki answered nothing to his father's almost desperate try to explanation. He just scoffed and stormed off, leaving a distraught Loki behind. This certainly didn't go as planned. That was exactly what Loki always wanted to prevent... What he was fleeing from...

It was already quite late, when Loki decided to approach his son again, in order to talk to him. The king knew, that he couldn't spend the night in peace without having talked to Áki. You told Loki to give him some space, which he understood - but he couldn't wait any longer. He had to talk to him. So, Loki went to his chambers, but found them empty. Áki wasn't there. It didn't stop the king, though. He had a guess, knew exactly where he would most likely find the prince. While Váli preferred to escape into the secret room in the library, whenever he needs to be alone, his brother fled to the training grounds. That's where Loki went next - and he was successful. Áki was there, letting out all his anger and frustration on a Jotun sized target. His sword beat down on it, over and over again; abusing the wooden surface and causing it to splinter. Loki took a deep breath, feeling his nerves again.

"Son..." Áki immediately stopped at the sound of his father's voice. Breathing heavily, with his chest rising and falling quickly, he turned around to face Loki. "What do you want?" "I want to talk with you." Áki released a breathless, derisive chuckle. "Didn't we already talk enough?" Another deep sigh left Loki's lips; desperation crawling up in him once again. "Please, Áki. I know this frustrates you, but-" "No!" The young prince cuts him off. "I don't understand your motives, father! We both know I'd be the better king!" Áki insisted; fury ruby eyes meeting his father's identical ones. "I never denied that! I know you'd be a great king!" "Then why I won't get to be king?!" Loki inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment. "Because of your temper and hot-headed nature. Those aren't exceptionally bad characteristics - and you know that, but-" "But what?!" The prince spat. "Let me finish my sentence, young man, and you'll hear!" Loki had a short fuse sometimes as well. Like father, like son... Áki clapped his mouth shut at Loki's small outburst and took a submissive step back; turned into a little boy again within seconds. "A-Apologies, father." Loki gave him an intense look and crossed his arms over his chest. "I believe that you can use those... abilities of yours way better in being the leader of our army. You fit perfectly in this role. You were always destined to be a warrior. Just like I am. Just like your mother was." The king's anger deflagrated quickly again, when he saw the hurt and sorrowful look in his son's eyes. A little boy once again, indeed.

Loki sighed and stepped closer to his son; placed a hand on his bare shoulder. "Look, I... That is exactly what I always wanted to prevent. What I always was afraid of - since yours and your brother's birth. I knew I had to choose someday - and it scared me to death. Because of that. Because I had to disappoint one of you. I am sorry, son. I truly am. I... I hoped I would be able to compensate your loss of the throne with the position as the leader of our warriors and first advisor, ruling at your brother's side and supporting him like nobody else could..." Loki swallowed, "But I'm afraid, I failed." and shook his head. "But my decision stands. My offer stands." He sighed. "Again, I am truly sorry, Áki. I hope that one day you can wrap your head around this and forgive me - and perhaps accept my gift for you. You can be angry. You have every right to be angry, but please... Don't blame your brother for this. Don't let him feel your wrath." With those words Loki let go of Áki and stepped back in order to leave. "And please... Don't let me lose my son. I couldn't bear it." The king knew when he lost - and that was the case, so he turned around and walked away.

What he didn't expect, though, was Áki's voice, holding him back. "Dad, wait!" He almost yelled, before adding in a quiet voice: "Please..." Loki stopped dead in his tracks. "I... I didn't mean to react the way I did. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It was... inappropriate." Loki swallowed and turned around slowly to face Áki again. "You're right. I have a temper... And I am hot-headed as well. It took over. I got lost in the heat of the moment. I should be grateful for what you're giving me... Not angry." Loki's words hit the young prince; cleared his foggy brain. He could see straight again. "If anyone should be sorry, it's me. Please forgive me, dad." Áki lowered his head in shame and regret.

The king couldn't believe his ears. His son's opinion changed within seconds. His heart skipped undeniably a beat; hoping for an immediate reconciliation with his son.

Loki stepped closer again - and once more found his hand the young warrior's shoulder. This gesture caused him to lift his head again; looking straight in his father's eyes. All Loki could see now in those pools of red was regret and pure honesty. He smiled softly. "Apology accepted." Áki's eyes widened. "W-What? Really?" Loki nodded. "Yes. Like I said... You had every right to be angry. I often acted the same way when I was your age." "Really?" "Really." "S-So... You're forgiving me?" Another smile grazed Loki's cerulean lips. "Of course, son. You're forgiven - but... Apologise to your brother as well. He's blaming himself already the whole day... He even thought about refusing the throne, handing it over to you and learning to fight...." Áki's eyes widened. "By the norns... Of course, I am going to apologise!"

[eclipsecrowned]

available muses + titles/settings under cut, page stretcher, consider viewing on blog proper rather than dash.

bachelorettes:

charlotte beatrix marie rhody wyndham (berserk) / princess, heiress presumptive, and later queen of midland. fantasy based but portable to other settings.

melisande (flight of dragons) / princess to an unnamed fallen kingdom with no clear indication where she falls on hypothetical inheritance. fantasy based but portable to other settings.

roxelena angethier (dnd) / eldest daughter and heiress to a substantial merchant family. she intends to serve her family dutifully, which may require marital politics in due time. good luck though she's a bard and a wheeler and dealer. fantasy based.

asha greyjoy (asoiaf) / eldest child and preferred heir of house greyjoy. she's going to fight your muse about this and probably go self-made widow idk what else to tell you. fantasy based.

joanna lannister (asoiaf) / eldest trueborn daughter of an unlanded later son of a lord paramount. tight with her cousins who hold substantially more power. i love aus who the fuck else would even put up with her bullshit. fantasy based but portable.

mira snow (asoiaf oc) / bastard daughter of lord stark's elder brother who died in the rebellion. as her cousins keep falling, there are factions who remember that a man's daughter inherits before his brother and want to present her as a pretender. fantasy based but portable.

brienne of tarth (asoiaf) / only living child and heiress of lord selwyn of tarth. no she's not going to believe this is happening. yes she is going to question your muse's sanity. yes she is going to give them an out from this marriage. fantasy based but portable.

cristina dragfy (historical oc) / only child of the dragfy family, land-owning nobles in historical wallachia. you're marrying into a cursed line of monster hunters but at least your wife is pretty and kind. historical fantasy based but portable.

merel van breda (grishaverse oc) / stepdaughter of a wealthy mercher patriarch, and probably her stepdad's favorite kid. an innovative engineer, she's actually seeking a match to game the system surrounding women's rights in business -- namely concerning the rights of widows. would you be willing to fake your death for a handsome payout? apply inside. fantasy based but portable.

eleirch merch iaen (arthuriana) / daughter of a welsh chieftain and maternal relative to the one and only king arthur. a frequent feature of her cousin's court, she's strange but also an only daughter. her father longs to see her future secured in marriage before he passes. fantasy based but portable.

gwynevere, princess of sunlight (dark souls) / oldest daughter and eventual successor of gwyn, lord of sunlight. beloved of the people and known to be an unparalleled beauty, she will do whatever her father asks of er, and is not afraid to barter for her own ends. fantasy based but portable.

evi (stormlight archives) / ok so basically her earliest arc point is her brother trying to use her hand in marriage as a bartering chip for sanctuary and security after the two are made refugees. her dowry is a magical set of armor. she'd prefer choice in the matter but she is so tired of always running, perhaps it would be nice to stay. fantasy based but portable.

freyja njordsdotter (norse mythology) / daughter of the king of the vanir, and a daughter of desire incarnate which makes her uncannily powerful all things considered. a hostage of the asgardian royal family. this is not going to end well for you. there's an entire story about the last time someone tried to force her hand. fantasy based but portable.

sigyn (norse mythology) / her father is leader of a small community, and she serves in king odin's court before the troubles. it's conceivable that she'd be a fetching catch for her ties to others, even if she'd be ambivalent to more political matches. or her father or odin might have pulled something. savvy and composed, you're going to have a time courting her, or can help her to break this arrangement. fantasy based but portable.

hnoss oddrsdotter (norse mythology) / granddaughter of one king, and secret bastard daughter of another. forget the other ladies in this setting hating every second of this. she's a romantic who dreams of settling down and having passion in her life. she's more enthused about this than whoever made the match for her. fantasy-based but portable.

astraea lucis caelum (ffxv oc) / eldest child of the lucian king, and the 'daughter of the nation.' a beloved public figure and princess, who has always set aside her own needs to serve her family and nation. she'll even marry if it is required of her, but her chosen spouse will definitely see how it weighs on her. urban fantasy based but portable.

bachelors:

vellioth the martinet (bg3) / master vampire of the city of baldur's gate, but more importantly the current holder of house szarr's properties and interests. yes really i am offering him up for this one. he's terrible at the job. someone please attend to this shit so he can focus on rebuilding the church of bane. fantasy based.

'valas' devir (bg3) / son of the hero bhaalspawn and a descendant of the fallen house devir of menzoberranzan. es really. his parents played at politics in the gate during his childhood, and his mother is the scheming sort. there might be an arranged marriage of some sort he's oblivious to until it lands in his lap decades later. fantasy based.

laerion velaryon (asoiaf) / second son, then later assumed heir, of driftmark. born into an old valyrian family of good standing and the son of a targaryen princess, he's a hot piece on the marriage market. too bad he doesn't want the titles, the power, and certainly not the wife. fantasy based but portable to other settings.

zoltan szigalzy (fandomless oc) / in his mortal life, he's the only son and heir of a 12th century hungarian warlord. the perfect gentleman devoted to his family, he's basically the perfect man. if his family wasn't doomed as fuck, it might be a happy union.

jon snow (asoiaf) / he's new in town and it gets worse. presumes he eventually takes some type of title whether in the north or as rhaegar's bastard. he'll try to honor and do right by his wife but be aware i play him gay, ladies. fantasy based but portable.

tyrion lannister (asoiaf) / youngest son and nominal heir of house lannister. it is april, and he is the eternal fool. dad hates him but also won't leave him alone. he has to marry for the good of the family despite being its black sheep. please he's so traumatized. fantasy based but portable.

lestat de lioncourt (the vampire chronicles) / son of the marquis of auvergne. let's assume his meddling dad is involved pre-america and that he's running a con in any other setting <3 would you like the worst housepet known to man? here he is. eat up ladies. historically based.

lothric, younger prince (dark souls) / prince of a kingdom that shares his name, and grandson of the god-king gwyn. he's played up as a beautiful messiah to the people, while actually being a chronically ill hybrid grown in a lab. watch his parents and the court play games about why his betrothed cannot possibly see him, all as he's trying to communicate with them 'get the fuck out this is a cult.' fantasy based, but portable.

utgard-loki (norse mythology) / king of jotunheim. he's an unmarried king of an entire realm. his council has decided he needs to remedy that, especially as asgardian aggression grows in audacity. fantasy based, but portable.

titus drautos (final fantasy xv) / he's a high-ranking man with ties to the royal family and a traitor to his adoptive land. if he needs an in somewhere or to sell his con as an upright lucian emigre, then he'll do this. he'll hate it beneath the surface. but he'll do it. prepare for awkward but sincere attempts at affection like he can lessen the blow and late nights away from home. urban fantasy based but portable.

gender cannot constrain them:

claude di montoya (historical fiction oc) / heir to the marquisate of cea, a genderfluid figure who presents alternatively as their uncle's nephew claudio and as claudio's sibling, claudia. historically based but portable to other settings.

gabrielle de lioncourt (the vampire chronicles) / eldest child and nominal heir to a duchy in 18th century sicily. fated to a miserable arranged marriage in canon, and is going to fight against getting married just as hard in thread. historically based.

hel lokadotter (norse mythology) / queen of two realms in her cosmology. of noble jotun blood and with ties to the asgardian royal family. could be her hand was promised before all her troubles began and someone is trying to collect on promises made by her caretakers when she was only a child. could be she's bartering making a play for alliances. fantasy based.

odessa harkonnen (dune oc) / member of house harkonnen and part of the na-baron's inner circle. a dyke of undefinable gender who has tried to avoid marriage and ha stifled her own fertility, but it's a new age under the atreides. scifi based but portable.

steeples fingers.

i'm blaming my abiding crush on n*cola for this one but... like to perhaps plot an arranged marriage scenario. goes for all of my historical and fantasy muses, of course. 'm likely to go for something more cerebral i warn you now, whether characters conspiring to get out of it or make the best of it, playing politics, etc. will reblog with a list of available muses for this plot for those curious.

[minnie-marvel]

Crown Fell (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 3

Asgard has been destroyed and the time has come for you to live on Midgard with your brothers Thor and Loki. They’ve decided in order to live among humans you must learn to adapt to them, and what better place to do that then highschool? Don’t worry too much though, a very cute Peter Parker is ready to teach you and might be the Prince Charming you never thought you’d find on earth.

Peter Parker X Asgardian princess! Reader

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Part 1 Part 2

A/N: i love calling peter a spiderling its the funniest shit. ALSO CAN I JUST SAY I’M LIVING FOR BIG BROTHERS THOR AND LOKI???

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As Tony rolled up the divider between your family, him and Peter, he heard Peter sigh tiredly. Peter couldn’t help but stare at you through the rearview mirror as you told your brothers about your eventful first day at Midtown Tech. It wasn’t that his image of you was skewed now, he just knew that maybe trying to hang out with you would be a lot harder and make him a lot more susceptible to a mysterious stabbing, or a thunderclap to the face. He shot a look of betrayal to Tony.

“When were you going to tell me?!” He hissed under his breath.

“I did tell you! Don’t you remember kid?” Tony asked a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Peter crossed his arms and looked out the window as to not draw attention to himself as he murmured.

“All you told me was that I’d be meeting someone that I have to protect today! I assumed you meant at the compound and you know, not my high school!!!!” 

Tony let out a laugh.

“It's not that big a deal kid, Y/N, may be an Asgardian princess, but she’s still a teenager!! Thor and I just want her to be able to adapt to Midgardian life seeing as Asgard went to hell according to Thor and Loki,” Peter’s eyes scanned to yours while you weren’t paying attention, wrapped up in the company of your brothers. He wondered how you were able to seem so composed and collected in school, despite having so much going on in your personal life. 

“So when you say I’m supposed to protect her…” Peter trailed softly giving Tony a side glance.

“Thor says that there are still enemies of Asgard out to kick them when they’re already down. They both just want to make sure their baby sister is going to be alright here,” He glanced over his glasses to look at Peter’s conflicted figure.

 “Y’know kid I’d take it as a compliment, it’s not every day that the gods of thunder and mischief trust people to help them, let alone someone as close to them as their sister.” He said before turning his eyes back to the road while driving.

“Don’t stress yourself out you’ll get grays.”

Loki let his nose scrunch up as you described lunch to him and Thor. “They made you eat what?” He asked nearly gagging.

“I must admit I didn’t find it appetizing either… so I’m famished.” You confessed laying back in your chair your stomach growling.

“And this… flash, he seems like a burden,” Thor said with a shake of his head. “Be sure to let the spiderling know if he bothers you too much.” You felt your eyebrows raise. “Spiderling? Who’s that?” You saw Loki nod off at Peter who sat beyond the divisor looking bored as he mumbled an occasional word or two to Tony. 

So Peter really did know Tony Stark. You couldn’t say you were surprised, contrary to Flash you didn’t think that Peter was the type to lie about himself to others unless necessary. You smiled softly to yourself. He was a nice boy, being so kind to you on your first day when he knew virtually nothing about you still made you pleasantly surprised.

Loki and Thor exchanged quick knowing glances with one another as they caught you staring at Peter. Thor wrapped his arm around your shoulders and Loki pat the top of your head drawing you out of your thoughts. 

“Nevermind that, let’s just get home so we can take a moment to ourselves and relax,” Thor smiled all while keeping his eyes on the unsuspecting spiderman who stared out the window. 

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You walked beside your brothers behind Peter and Tony before you all stood in the compounds living facility standing in the kitchen. Thor roamed the refrigerator for something you could eat while Peter piped up to talk to you again. 

“So…Europe huh?” He joked as you tried to keep back a laugh.

“If I knew you were an Avenger I would have told you sooner!!” You said genuinely as the two of you sat on barstools at the kitchen’s counter. 

“He’s not an Avenger,” Tony chimed as he walked past the two of you.

Peter rolled his eyes as he leaned in forward to begin his assault of questions. “So since you’re like Thor and Loki’s sister, does that mean you’ve got powers too?” He asked.

“I don’t have Thor’s thunderous strength or Loki’s sly wit, but my mother has helped me with my illusions when I was younger,” you explained. You took your pointer finger letting it whir in a circle before a soft turquoise light illuminated in a ring creating the small illusion of a bee. Peter’s eyes widened before he broke out in a loud laughter.

“You didn’t!!!” he shouted staring at your illusion as the bee floated around his head. He had to admit your work was quite impressive. It fooled him and the entire cafeteria the first time, he wondered just how much you could do.

“What about the whole antler thing?? Like how Loki had when he first invaded?” He asked excitedly.

“My crown?” you asked waving a hand over your head the turquoise light creating it from the seemingly thin air. The gold crown sat on your head the sharp horns pointed backward as opposed to your brother’s and father’s crown. There were wings that framed against the side of your cheeks and went back as well to protect your face.

“I don’t really wear it often, its only for special occasions,” You explained whisking it away. “Like banquets, ceremonies, days of courtship,” you said simply with a shrug. Peter’s eyes widened but only slightly as you finished.

“Days of courtship?” His voice cracked when he asked you to explain. You nodded lamely as you watched Thor fish out some leftover french toast from the morning.

“Yes, they were always such boring ordeals but I did them for my father’s sake…” You sighed rolling your eyes just thinking back at your many evenings spent with princes of different realms and universes.

“Not many caught my eye, to be honest, I always wanted to be off with my brothers playing with them,” You shrugged. 

Peter felt a lump form in his throat as he swallowed down. You were some princess alright, he wondered just how many poor souls you had turned down in your past. Before he knew the truth behind your, he would have just suggested dinner and a movie. Now he was trying to calculate in his head how much caviar might cost if he really wanted to impress you.

“None deserved your gaze my sweet sister and none do now,” Loki said putting his hands on your shoulders.Peter felt his hands get clammy. Was it just him or was his malicious gaze meant to be focused on him?

“Hey uh Odin’s angels,” Tony interjected before Peter could send a fearful gaze in his way. “A word if you will,” he said motioning to an office down the hall. “You can stay here Y/N, it’ll just be a minute, promise,” He  walked ahead Thor and Loki following slowly behind.

“What is it now Stark,” Loki asked as the door closed behind them. Tony sat at the desk before pulling up a screen in the middle of the air and typing on a projection of a keyboard.

“I didn’t want to alarm you in front of your sister but I got a blip on my ETR,” he looked at the screen as he continued typing in coordinates.

“ETR…?” Thor asked his eyebrows scrunching.

“My Extra-Terrestrial Reader, it notifies me if there’s any suspicious activity from other world space crafts or portals that come into the earth. It’s what gave me a heads up when you first arrived to pick your sister up,” He explained. He pinched his fingers on a screen map of North America zooming in on a small glowing blue dot that was present in Canada not too far away from New York.

“Here’s the blip, but it’s not from a coordinate I’ve seen before,” he finished setting his arms down in frustration. “I was hoping you might know where it’s coming from.”

They both scanned the coordinates but found their minds blank as they both looked at the glowing dot curiously. Loki shook his head slowly. “It’s nothing we recognize.” He said honestly before letting out a sigh of frustration himself.

“It could be nothing,” Tony suggested. “But if it comes on my feed again it might be worth it to look into. I’d want you both with me,” he finished. “If that happens, I’m assuming you’ll want Y/N to stay here, which is fine but you should probably let her know if that’s the case.”

“No,” Loki said instantly without even registering the concept properly in his head. “Y/N has the stubbornness of my brother if she knows that there is trouble on this earth and that we’ve gone to subdue it she’ll want to come too.”

Thor nodded in agreement. “That’s not something we can let happen, Y/N is our little sister, we don’t want to throw her into any danger whatsoever.”

Tony closed the window out and folded his hands together properly as he rested his chin. “Seems like we’re all on the same page then.”

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You placed your hands on your lap as you turned your body to Peter. You guessed it was your turn to get some information on him now. “So you’re a spiderling I hear?” You grinned causing Peter to flush red.

“Huh?? oh yeah, Spiderman!! Yeah, that’s like my alter ego when I’m helping Mr. Stark and the others out with hero stuff,” Your eyes lit up in excitement. 

“You mean… Tony Stark he actually lets you come along with him in battle??” You were practically on the edge of your seat.

“Well uh yeah!!! I’m kind of like their secret weapon… they don’t call me out unless they need me,” He said puffing out his chest slightly as he stretched. Hey, it wasn’t like he was lying!! He was sort of like a secret weapon when he had that rundown with Cap. And Tony really didn’t call him out at all unless they needed him. It was just that they rarely did. 

“Amazing…” You whispered starry-eyed. “I could only dream of my brothers letting me fight alongside them…” You put your face in your two hands as you leaned back on the counter. 

“Well, can you fight?” Peter asked noticing your change in mood. He thought he’d have to cheer you up before you swiftly turned to him smiling as if you were happy he asked. Your arms crossed over your chest before they flashed at your sides two daggers made of a glimmering brown and turquoise marble revealing themselves to him.

“Father gave me these on my fifth birthday but I never get to use them!! I keep them on me all the time in case I need to,” You said twisting one of the knives in front of his face causing Peter to back up instinctively.

“How’d you do that!?” He asked urgently.

“Do what?”

“The- The knives Y/N!!! Like you just… whoosh!!” He said copying your movements perfectly minus the appearance of two daggers at his side.

“It’s sort of like Mjölnir, or Loki’s daggers they sort of just have an attachment to me, when I need them they come,” You said simply. 

“That’s awesome….” Peter whispered now leaning forward to take a closer look at them. He noticed how smooth the skin was on your hands, how your nails were perfectly manicured as they held such a dangerous weapon within them. 

“Right?? Do you want to use one and we could have a sparring match!?” You eagerly pushed the knife closer towards him causing him to back up again.

“What?? Y/N, not a chance!!! You’ll stab me in like two seconds!!” He laughed. 

“Oh please, I promise to go easy on you Peter!!” You begged tossing the knife in the air catching it by the handle after it did a three sixty flip.  

He rolled his eyes his shoulders still jumping up and down as he continued to laugh. “Y/N, I’d like to graduate high school without having to say I’ve gotten stabbed before,” he joked. You put the daggers away with a shrug. “Suit yourself spiderling,” you chimed.

“Spiderman!” he corrected feigning offense placing a hand on his chest. You both laughed together happily before breaking off into a silence that was filled with a pleasant atmosphere.

“School seems like it will be…interesting, and now that I have you as a friend it will only make things more pleasant for me,” You said softly full of enthusiasm. 

“Maybe… I can adapt into Midgardian life…” you said just barely above a whisper. The very idea confused you, made you conflicted, even disturbed you. You still weren’t ready to give up your Asgardian life and you weren’t sure if you ever would be, but at least with Peter Ned and Michelle at your side, it wouldn’t be as terrible as you initially thought.

“Hey, if I can survive high school right now, then so can you,” Peter said placing a hand on your shoulder.

Everything stopped for a moment as your eyes landed on his hand and quickly followed his arm up to his brown eyes. You felt your chest clench with the sweet sincerity of his words, though you would never tell him. 

“We’ll do it together! But like not tomorrow because it’s the weekend,” He said his teeth glimmering when he smiled. When he took his hand back you could still feel his touch on you. You pursed your lips tightly together.

“Will you be going then?” You asked softly. “I would hate to be alone here in case Loki and Thor have to leave,” Peter shook his head happily.

“I’ll be here for tomorrow, then I have to get back to my Aunt May,” he explained. “But hanging out in the tower is definitely going to be fun!! I only get to stay over if something’s really going wrong on Earth so it’s sort of like a vacation I guess?? Everything’s so expensive here and Mr. Stark lets me order pizza for dinner with WHATEVER toppings I want,” He said happily as if he were thinking about the pizza now.

“Pizza?” You asked with a small tilt of your head.

His eyes widened in shock and horror. “Oh my god you did not just say that,”

Part 4

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[woodelf68]

I was absolutely gutted when I first saw the final episode, but am now looking at it this way: It's a good, dramatic ending for a season finale, as long as it's not the end of everything. And in the recent spate of interviews now that the writers' and actors' strikes have ended and they can promote the show, the show producer said that the hope has always been to see Thor and Loki reunite eventually, if they could get Loki to a place where that was feasible. "Connected to all timelines including the sacred one" seems like a place where that might be possible. I'm going with it seems likely that Loki might be able to see what's going on in those timelines if he focuses on someone within them, and maybe he could even project a vision of himself to Thor to talk to him and let him know where he is? Nobody has said that this is Loki's permanent fate; Tom Hiddleston said that Loki's story came full circle, but new circles can start. New cycles, if you will, an obviously important theme in Norse mythology. And he's said he thinks it unwise to assume anything since he has twice thought he was done with the MCU, and both times he was brought back into it. Plus I think the ending they gave us has a lot of potential for fix-it fics. And I'm glad to see the return of a Loki who is more than a TVA worker; he's a prince and a once-king who is showing that he's got what it takes to truly put aside all selfish ambition in service to others -- someone who I think has always understood the nature and burden of rule better than Thor and whom I would love to see take over as king of New Asgard if he could be freed from Keeper of the Timelines duty and if Thor has no interest of ever taking up that mantle. Kudos to Valkyrie for stepping in and holding the place together, but it would be much more satisfying from a storytelling perspective if one of the princes who were 'born to be kings' took up that role and inherited the throne.

And I very much want you to stick around! Ignore canon if you don't like it, the multiverse is canon! Write the realities you want to exist! Or look up some series ending fix-its; I haven't had much time to search for any but have read a couple of them already. (I actually got pulled into reading an arranged marriage AU between Asgardian princess!Sylvie and Jotun!prince Loki which obv. feels quite divorced from canon and wasn't what I was looking for, but it's really good. I know you wouldn't like the smut, but there's a good mix of angst and politics and slowly growing feelings between Loki and Sylvie which then go all to hell because she thinks he's betrayed her but really he's just trying to get out from under Laufey's abusive thumb. Also, magic! Mimir's well! The long-disappeared forest on Jotunheim springing forth from the ground again at Sylvie's touch! A battle! Thor pinned to the Bifrost by Gungnir after Laufey seizes the spear from him! (Odin is power napping, shh.) Loki being able to wield Mjolnir to save Sylvie! I'm currently up to the post-battle scene.)

Finished Loki S2

Well. I finally did it.

...

I am so very, very sad. What a letdown of a show. I feel like I'm grieving. I'm just so hurt and disappointed and betrayed. It feels like a poison burning through my guts.

So it was a bit better than Season One.

...I did like Victor Timely. And Mobius was great. He was something of an Odin analogue and I wish they'd actually explored that more. They seemed so uninterested in Loki's past despite this being a time travel show. None of his relationships or even his divine nature ever seemed to matter. It would've been so easy to take these same scripts and swap in just about any other Marvel character. Iron Man, or Peter Quill or Gamora or a new character, made just for this series.

Of course if you liked it, I still want to be friends. Last time I made a post like this I found myself blocked from people I'd always been friendly with. I never want to insult you or belittle what you like. And I don't like wallowing in negativity, so I promise I won't clutter your dash with it, either. I'll move on after this. Probably just spam some cool drawings of Odin I found or something else that feels untouched (for now...I see What If isn't done massacring my boys). I still want to be friends because ultimately, I'm happiest when everyone is having a good time.

Anyway. I...I just...want to leave this whole mess behind.

Last time this happened I stopped writing my fics. I just recently started again. Now I'm wondering if I should continue. If there's even a place for me in the fandom anymore. I don't know if it's even worth the effort, or how many people even like my fics, really. I get lovely comments and I appreciate them, but I know I'm far from popular or anything. I just try so hard, you know? But I don't know that it matters. I feel like what I'm doing doesn't matter.

I dunno. I guess I'm posting this because I'm just very sad. I've loved this character for over ten years, longer, if you count Norse Mythology itself, and it got me through a lot of hard times. But now it feels that's all been turned against me.

I guess...I need to know if anyone cares if I continue. Or if I should just mourn and try to move on, somehow. I'd just starting going in on Part Two of Finnesang and was wrapping up Lokabrenna, and now I...I've just lost all steam. I'm someone who writes when inspired, not out of spite. So being so disappointed, and feeling like a bit of a pariah in the fandom already, I just need to feel like someone actually wants me to stick around.

Anyway. Sorry for such a morose, navel-gazing post. Resume your scrolling, friend.

But also expect a lot more posts about Blue Eye Samurai.

[lokigayforhela]

Would you do a AU where women are biologically capable of getting other women pregnant? So, reader having a baby from Hela? Just clearing that doubt

I thought about Hela being able to get the reader pregnant, I don't know how it would work, but it crossed my mind and I couldn't help asking you. Perhaps the reader discovering that she is pregnant and then telling Hela? I understand if you don't want to do it

A/N: Another one that’s been sitting in my inbox for a good few months. I didn’t know how Important the ability to get another woman pregnant was, so I kind of glossed over it in this. I hope that’s alright! If nothing else, I mean... Asgardians have magic, I feel like Anything is possible for them lol

WC: 2175

Rating: PG

TW: None

You paced back and forth in front of the washroom, unwilling to stray too far from the washbasin in case you needed to vomit for the third time in fifteen minutes, and as you wrung your hands together, you pieced together the likelihood that what you suspected might be wrong was, in fact, correct.

It was widely known that there were ways for Asgardian women to get other women pregnant. It had simply been something that had been, for as long as you could remember, and while it wasn’t that it was a frowned upon a thing, it was certainly a less than normal occurrence, if only because there simply weren’t that many women in relationships with other women in Asgard. You’d never had any qualms with this, and in fact had been looking forward to the idea of being able to be pregnant by your wife without having to take… other measures.

You just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

Your relationship with Hela had started years ago, but it was only within the last year or so that your relationship had become more… more, and with that had come intimacy and other important discussions about the future. Marriage had been an obvious next step, and you’d taken it without much planning at all. You hadn’t really needed it. Hela was a princess, and things like this were planned years in advance, so all either of you had really needed to do was pick out dresses and a date, and that had been that.

You’d moved into Hela’s room immediately after, and the two of you had been near inseparable ever since. Days were spent with you tagging along after Hela whenever you were allowed, or finding busywork to occupy yourself with when you weren’t, and the nights… well, those had been spent sleepless in the best way possible, more often than not, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Which, you supposed, made it make all the more sense why you had begun feeling nauseous and feverish in the mornings for the better part of the last week. You’d managed to keep it from Hela, mostly because you hadn’t wanted her to worry about you when she had other business to attend to, but also because coming to terms with the reality that you were pregnant, with the crown princess’ baby, no less, was proving to be harder than you thought it might be.

A little part of you was worried about what Hela might think. What she might say, when she found out. Not that you expected her to be unhappy. It was just that a baby would change everything. And you didn’t know if Hela was ready for that.

A part of you worried that you weren’t ready for this commitment yet. For the life-changing nine months you would go through.

But the biggest part of you worried that it was all happening too soon.

In the grand scheme of things, this was the most usual next step, after marriage and living together. It wasn’t like there was anyone that you would get in trouble with for having a baby right now. But you’d only been married for a few months, and you’d both just gotten into the hang of actually living and existing in the same space together, and throwing a baby into the mix would be starting back at square one all over again.

You needed to get out of your head.

You needed to confirm your suspicions.

You needed to see a healer.

Heaving a sigh, you smoothed the skirts of your gown down absentmindedly, trying to decide if you wanted to tell Hela now, or wait until after you’d found out if you really were pregnant.

You wanted Hela to be there.

You were scared of Hela being there.

Nothing made sense any more, and it made you want to cry out of sheer frustration.

“Darling, you’re making that face again.”

The sudden sound of Hela’s voice from across the room caused you to startle, hands clasping together in front of yourself as though you’d been caught sneaking around the kitchens late at night. When she made no clarification on what she meant, you were given no choice but to draw it out of her.

“What face?” You cursed yourself for sounding so nervous, which did not go unnoticed by Hela.

“The one that you make when you’re overthinking something that would most definitely be much easier to think about if you shared it with me.” She softened as she crossed to stand in front of you, taking your hands in hers and kissing the back of each before looking you in the eye. “Out with it. What’s got you worried so?”

You heaved a deep breath, letting the air out in a slow huff that left your cheeks puffed out in what would have, at any other time, made Hela tease you. But the intensity of the moment left her keeping her gaze focused on you as you averted your gaze, trying to figure out how to say it.

Perhaps if you just… out with it.

“…I think that I’m pregnant.”

You kept your gaze trained on the handle of the washroom door, unable to meet Hela’s gaze for an achingly long moment, but eventually, you made yourself look up at her, unable to handle not knowing what she was thinking.

You found her nodding slowly, expression calm and collected, and you couldn’t decide if that was a very good thing or a very bad thing. “How long have you… suspected?”

You shrugged a shoulder. “Well… I’ve been getting sick in the mornings for… just over a week now? Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t want to worry you when you have other things that you need to prioritize.”

“Y/N, you are my priority. No matter what duties I have to my people and to my kingdom, you are my biggest importance. And I wish that you had told me sooner. I can see how much of a toll this has taken on you, and it makes me unhappy that you felt like you had to shoulder it on your own.”

You shook your head, squeezing her hands gently. “Hela, it wasn’t like that. Truly, I just… I was… frightened. About being pregnant, about how everything would change, if I am. About…” You hesitated, but Hela finished your train of thought for you.

“Whether or not I’d want you to be.”

The weight of Hela saying it out loud made you feel all the more guilty, and you averted you gaze shamefully again, but Hela let go of your hands to cup your face gently, tilting your head so that you had to look at her.

“Darling. I love you. And I will always want what you want. If you want to be pregnant, then I’ll be over the moon with you, if you are. And if you don’t want to be, we have options, too. Your happiness is what matters to me. More than anything. But… I think before we say or do anything else, we should get you to a healer to confirm whether or not you are pregnant. And then… we’ll go from there. Alright?”

You nodded, still feeling a little anxious about the whole ordeal, but allowed Hela to kiss your forehead gently before taking your hand so she could walk you out into the hallway.

“No matter what happens, everything’s going to be okay. Yes? And nothing has to change, if you don’t want it to.” Hela had a way of toning her voice to such a soothing drawl that you couldn’t help but to nod along with her, trying not to dread all the poking and prodding you were about to have to go through.

“…I appreciate that, I just…” You heaved a deep sigh, and turned your head to look at Hela. “What if we do everything all wrong, if I am…? Are we too young? Do we know what we’re doing? And you have the whole kingdom to take care of, and now a baby, possibly, on top of that…”

Hela nodded along, secretly grateful that her plan to get you to admit what was really bothering you had come to fruition. “I don’t think that we’re too young. But I do think that if you’re worrying so much about it, maybe, in the chance that you aren’t pregnant, we should sit down and talk about all of the both of our fears and concerns about you getting pregnant. Of course, we can still have that conversation if you are pregnant, I just… I want you to know that whatever it is that you’re worried about, about any of this… You don’t have to worry alone.”

You nodded again, and when Hela squeezed your hand softly, you relaxed a little more. Hela had extremely valid points. There were options. You would have the room to think things through, even if you were pregnant.

There was time.

The rest of the walk to the hospital wing was spent in a comfortable silence, and once you’d gotten to the private little room the healers had set aside for you to use, Hela helped you get settled on the table while they began to work with the Soul Forge, getting it ready so they could give you a good looking over.

All in all, it took the healers a remarkably meager amount of time to confirm your suspicions.

“Congratulations, your highness. Your wife is, indeed, with child.”

You said nothing, and neither did Hela, who only waved at the healers to leave the room, and as soon as they did, she went over to you, helping you to sit up.

“Well… How do you feel?” Hela asked softly, hopping up to sit next to you on the table, close enough that your thighs were pressed together as she looked at you.

You blew out a long breath, and shrugged a shoulder while you tried to find the words you wanted. “I think… I actually think more… happy than anything. Surprisingly.”

Hela hummed softly. “Why does that surprise you?”

“I don’t know, I just… I mean, I’ve always dreamed about what it might be like, the day that I find out I’m pregnant for the first time. And with all the other stuff that was worrying me, I really thought that all of… that would overshadow the good.”

Hela smiled gently. “And it didn’t?”

You couldn’t help but to smile, as well. “It didn’t.” You turned to look at Hela, smiling even more when you saw the unadulterated love in her eyes. “I just feel happy.”

Hela nodded, unable to look away from you. “So… We’re having a baby?”

You laughed softly at the edge of excitement Hela just couldn’t manage to dull. “We’re having a baby.”

Hela only kissed you in response, cupping your face with both hands and holding you as close as she could keep you, even as you drew apart. “A baby. It’s been so long since the royal family has had a baby. They’re going to be so spoiled, I already know it. By you and me, and the people, and the entire kingdom. Hel, even my brothers and family will be just as over the moon as we are.”

You hummed softly, just looking at Hela for a moment.

“I never should have been scared in the first place. Not when I have you, to keep me calm and happy and sane.”

Hela smirked. “Well, I was going to say that earlier, but I figured I’d be nice and let you be worrisome.”

You feigned a look of offense. “Dear wife, I am simply appalled at the very idea you would humor me. What a role model you are for our baby, already.” You rested a hand on your belly as you laughed, and Hela did the same, brushing her fingertips over yours before cradling your tummy.

“Don’t worry, little one. Your mama and I are going to take such good care of you. You’ll never want for anything ever, in your whole entire life. And you will always know love and happiness and wholeness.”

You gave a watery little sob, consequentially realizing that you had begun to cry as Hela cooed to your stomach.

“Mama and I love you so much already, and we can’t wait to meet you, when you’re ready to meet us.” Hela gave a soft, tearful little chuckle, as well, before continuing. “And not a moment sooner than that. We can’t have you causing your mama any stress, alright?” With that, she hopped down from the table, only so that she could lean down to kiss your tummy. “I love you, little one.” She straightened, and leaned down to kiss you, as well. “And I love you. Always.”

You smiled, and let her wrap you up in her arms, and losing yourself in thought about everything that was going to come in the next nine months.