#but then loki and bugs are both tricksters

[thesaltofcarthage]

Cartoon monsterfuckers of tumblr unite!

Okay but consider:

A male character who is cocky and nonchalant, a flippant chaotic neutral bastard, who never really starts beef with anyone but if someone else starts it first, he will not hesitate to go all out balls deep into making sure he'll finish it. Tricksy, clever and charismatic, treating every conflict as a fun rivalry even if the enemy he's faced with is literally just flat-out trying to fucking kill him. While personally never killing an opponent - he's clever enough to evade them in a way that leaves himself unharmed, and the antagonist frustrated and humiliated and looking stupid the whole time they're doing it.

Depicted as somewhat slim and lanky, distinctly male but not in a brutish, hypermasculine way. Not exactly coded genderfluid but jumps at every opportunity to cross dress just for the fun of it, in a campy and flamboyant way, which by all rational sense shouldn't be attractive but somehow the man manages to make himself fuckable with the way he walks in heels. Not romantically or sexually attracted to men, but can, will, and has seduced men just to fuck with their heads. Has broken hearts this way.

So what I'm saying here is that if he was depicted as human, Tumblr would 100% be horny for Bugs Bunny.

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 1 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 2

Summary : The friendship between you and Loki grows as you both learn more about each other.

Warning: Soft loki alert again, Y/n is the type of y/n that says you know after every sentence..you know?, Mention of trauma and torture, drinking, cuddle bug do do do do, 4.5 k words approx

Loki took a deep breath as soon as he got inside the bathroom. Heavens Goodness this woman was choosing to trust him for some reason and he didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize her faith in him. He looked at himself in the mirror and out of nowhere it suddenly hit him that you were the only person who had trusted him in a very long time. Nobody trusted him. He was a trickster, a liar and now he was a mass murderer.

He clicked his fingers and the armor disappeared from his body, there were millions of bruises on every inch of his skin. That Hulk smash was brutal. He got under the shower and turned it to the coldest setting, as soon as the cold water hit his skin he was finally able to relax.

You kept hearing the knock on the door and you had a strong feeling who it could be. Mrs. Geller ofcourse

"Helloooo Mrs Geller" you gave her a fake cheery smile and you could tell she was trying to peek into your apartment.

"I thought I heard ya screaming" you gulped as she said that.

"I didn't scream..ohhh i actually did ..it was a rat..I saw a rat" you blabbed nervously.

"In your apartment?" She was disgusted by the notion.

"Yeah he was huge..bigggg bigg rat"

"Umm I hear the shower running" she said and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Sometimes you wanted to snap at her. Badly.

"Oh I was going to take a shower but then I heard you knocking soo"

"You know if there's a man in there you can tell me, i would be happy for you.. finally right?" You chuckled as she said that.

"There's no man i promise, you can come check if you don't believe me" you told her so she shook her head.

"Was only making sure you were safe dear"

"I know..I'm grateful.. thank you" you smiled and hugged her. She was just looking out for you but it felt like having a photocopy of your own mom, you didn't need another mom in life.

"I'll set a trap at my place..you do that too" she told you so you smiled.

"I will. Thank youuuu" As she went back to her apartment you took a deep breath. Okay there was still time, you could just call the Avengers and get yourself out of this situation before it would get even messier, you didn't even know this guy. What if he was just playing with you, they didn't call him the god of tricks for shits and giggles. Right?

"Y/n" you heard your name being called so you stepped closer to the bathroom door, he was peeking at you with his head out, his naked body remained hidden behind the door. He gave you a smile and that smile was going to be the death of you. Maybe you can get to know this man, he had given you no reason to not trust him until now. Besides you had the helpline number.

"Can I please get something to dry myself with?" He asked you so you walked towards the closet and came back to him with a towel. He had clothes in his vault but he needed an excuse to talk to you. Once he came out your eyes widened for two very different reasons, first of all those deep purple bruises on his body terrified you, he must had been in alot of pain and second of all you weren't expecting to see such a chiseled lean body hiding behind all that leather and metal.

"Ummm you could have just stayed in you know..you're barely clothed" you said to him so he gave his typical teethy smile again. For a terrorist, he did smile alot.

"Oh is this a nuisance?"

"You being half naked- dripping water everywhere in my living room? No it's not a nuisance at all" you answered sarcastically.

"Well nudity is a man-made construct..in Asgard--" He noticed the deathly glares so he decided to eat the rest of his words, you passed him an another towel and he used it to dry his hair.

His hair didn't look like a tree anymore, it looked soft and smooth and–

"Earth to Madame" you snapped out of your thoughts as he clicked his fingers. Should he tell you that he had clothes of his own? Probably not. "Do you have something for me to wear?"

You stomped on your feet and looked around your closet, there was a pair of black sweatpants and the matching t-shirt you had stolen from one of your boyfriends so you passed it to him, you turned around again as he dropped the towel from his waist to change.

"Thank you lady y/n" he mumbled after he was dressed. That shirt looked indecent on him, you were able to define every muscle underneath that tight constricted fabric.

"I'm going to shower too ..no funny stuff alright?" You warned him but he only got confused, his brows furrowed again, that gesture always made him look so innocent like an infant, a baby animal, a toddler.

He sat down on that ugly sofa and then he heard you yelling at him again which made him squeeze his eyes. The water must have been too cold for you, he'd have to keep that in mind, you were allowing him to stay here so graciously, he didn't want to ruin it. As you came out you asked him to stay right where he was, you wanted to put a bra under your clothes. He might have been a terrorist trickster god but he was still a man.

Grabbing the first aid box you made your way to the sofa and sat down next to him, he looked at your attire and it made him smile, you were matching with his attire from head to toe

"Ummm your cuts..will get infected..did they not patch you up?"

"Oh yes, they definitely patched me up before they arranged a feast to celebrate my presence here" you squinted your eyes in order to avoid an insulting retort. You poured the rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab then passed it to him. Should he tell you that he'd probably be alright by tomorrow?

"What shall I do about this ?" He asked you so you huffed before you snatched it away from him and rubbed it right on the long slit over his nose. He winced so you dabbed it in a gentle manner.

"Do you guys not have doctors or medicines on your alien planet?" He chuckled as you questioned him. Adorable. He found you adorable.

"Oh we do have our mighty healers over there. But it is all purely natural"

"Like ayurveda?"

"I suppose so"

"So what is your plan here? What are you trying to do" you asked him

"You want me to be entirely truthful?"

"There shouldn't be an alternative"

"I just want to loosen myself for a moment if you'd allow me to. It's been a while since I have had the pleasure of doing absolutely nothing"

"Awnnnn it must be a tough job terrorising other planets I am assuming" you pouted at the end of your sentence but he looked down in shame and it made you purse your lips together.

"I'm sorry..I am sorry I don't mean to be so snarky all the time"

"It's alright. I deserve that" his eyes teared up and then you felt even worse.

"Maybe you don't.. I..I don't know you or what happened with you and I shouldn't be judging you like this..so I just..it's just weird for me and I'm usually not this snappy. It's just ..things like this don't happen to me, it happens to other people you know? You know what I mean?" He shook his head as you said that. You suddenly leaned into him and his heart skipped a beat "What is that smell? My body wash doesn't smell like that?" You asked him and he gulped.

"Uhhh it's a scent"

"Like a perfume?"

"Yes"

"Huhh where did you get it from?" You asked him as you crossed your arms.

"My vault "

"Your what?"

"Vault..It's similar to that of a closet like the one you have..there"

"Uhhhuhh I hear you..And where exactly is this vault of yours?"

"In the outer space somewhere" your eyes widened as he said that but you didn't want to snap at him again, especially after you noticed the way he had flinched the last time. Was he used to being yelled at a lot?

"It smells expensive" he smiled as you said that. You saw the green shimmer you had seen before whenever he did magicky stuff, he waved his hand and there it was in his hand. A delicate looking bottle with the most intricate designs you had ever seen in your life.

"You can have it"

"Oh no nooo..I can't"

"I have plenty more where that came from, please have it for me. Just a small token of appreciation for the kindness that you have bestowed –"

"Okay I'll take it" you smiled and it made him smile too.

The door buzzed so you got up. It must be the pizza guy. You gave him a piece too but he didn't really like pizza, and found it too greasy.

After dinner you looked at him curiously. Where was he going to sleep? The couch was too small for him and-- there was only one bed.

Cliche. Cliche.

"So we sleep now?" He asked you

"Yeah, where are you planning to sleep?"

He looked at your bed and you shook your head immediately,

"Is this bedding pleasant enough for you? It looks small" he walked closer to the bed to inspect it as if he was the king of beds or something.

"It's all I can afford right now, after a long day I don't really care I just want to sleep..the apartment had all the other stuff but the thing I needed the most..I bought this one..it's my baby" he smiled and sat down on the bed. Your bed.

"Would you mind me asking about your occupation?" He asked you

"Yeah I'm a prostitute" he tilted his head and thought about it, he didn't want to say something offensive.

"Uhhh it serves you well?" You chuckled as he said that. He was adorable, if you hadn't seen his face all over the news you probably wouldn't have believed that this was the same guy who had supposedly terrorized the earth yesterday.

"I'm joking. I work in a gym, it's temporary..I .. have done a lot of things and changed a lot of jobs and anyways I'll sleep on the sofa because that's even tinier than the bed I got here and you won't fit in there because heyy you're taller than some of the buildings in Minnesota" you smiled at him but his eyes teared up instead. Why were you sacrificing your comfort for him? He didn't deserve your kindness.

"I am honored but –" he waved his fingers again and you gasped as you saw a bed a few feet away from your own. It was a lavish queen sized bed taking most of the space in your apartment

"That was in your closet?"

"Vault"

"Cool cool cool ..very well then.. get on your bed"

"No it's for you.. please take that one"

"Oh no no I'm not taking your princely sophisticated bed..noo" you said to him.

"It's for you" you took a few steps back until you hit the side of the bed

"I said no..are you listening to me? It's your bed, you'd fit in there and I want you to…ohh my godddd!!!!" you exclaimed as you sat down on the softest comfiest surface your butt has ever met with. He couldn't help but smile at your reaction

"Okay maybe I'll rest here for a minute..just 60 seconds okay?" you laid down and a small gasp escaped your throat, it was like floating in the heaven itself. This must be the bed they probably provide in heaven for all the heaveners.

"You do that"

"Just a minute"

"Sure" he laid down on your bed and it smelled like you, thoughts of wanting to cuddle with you infiltrated his mind so he smacked himself mentally, he can't possibly think about a woman he just met today in this sort of way. He turned the lights off as he watched you drifting into a deeper sleep and after several months he was finally able to fall asleep with no fear or threat looming over his head.

The next few days were insane, everyone was talking about him everywhere you went to and you were just seething internally everytime someone mentioned that war criminal Avengers were looking for. You hated how people talked about him and made assumptions, you didn't blame them, people got hurt in that attack, you were doing the same thing before you got to know him a little.

You had started to see him differently when he told you about his life in Asgard, he was a prince, a literal prince living under the shadows of his older brother, you have had friends and family members who wanted to upstage you so you understood his plight. When he told you about how he was the son of the monster all the Asgard despised, your heart rendered for him, everything he thought to be true about himself just didn't exist. One day he was the prince of Asgard and then in a moment his whole world was turned upside down.

"I just don't know who I am anymore, where do I even belong?" He mumbled and your eyes teared up, you didn't understand him completely but you understood some of it. You had felt lost most of your life. You placed your hand on his so he looked at you, his eyes were moist too and the sad look on his face always made you want to wrap your arms around him and hug him as tightly as you could.

"Ummm maybe with time everything will fall into the right place" he grabbed your digits in his large hand and then you felt his thumb rubbing against the back of your fingers, and it made your breath hitch in your chest. Everytime he touched you, you just wanted him to keep going but he never crossed that line of decency and you weren't sure if you wanted that either because you were enjoying having a friend who didn't seem completely selfish to his core.

"Time for margaritas" you got up and ruffled his hair with your hands before you moved to the kitchen. He probably wouldn't have allowed anyone to do it to him, nobody gets to touch his hair, but he owed you for literally saving his arse. Also because he enjoyed whenever you touched him like that.

"So do you have a girlfriend or something on your planet?" You asked him sheepishly as you sipped on your drink, it's been more than a week since he basically begged you to stay here and that particular curiosity has been bothering you since.

"A girlfriend?" He giggled

"Yeah like a lady friend, companion, consort sort of thing etc" That's right. You had books, you had Google on your phone.

"I do not have one at the present, ofcourse"

"But you used to?"

"I have been alive for a thousand years darling" your face flushed at the pet name. Damn!! he was a grand grand daddy.

"Yeah but not every person we are attracted to turns into a special person you know?" You asked him and he nodded.

"Well I was betrothed to the princess of Vanaheim, father - Odin wanted the alliance for political and regional purposes, safe to say I crushed all of his ambitions under my boots" he chuckled and you looked at him curiously.

"Arranged marriage? Did you like this Princess? I mean I don't know why you won't..she's a literal Princess but did you like her..like like her?" He kept staring at your face as you blabbed, his mouth curved into a smile and you just wanted to knock it off because it made you feel nervous.

"We met on every auspicious occasions, she was .. beautiful certainly " he let out a nervous laugh "Perhaps our affair would have developed further or not. Will never find out because I was thirsty for blood" he quoted his brother and even though he was smiling you could see the sadness on his features.

"Do you miss her?" You fidgeted with your fingers as you questioned.

"I only wish for her to be well. Enough of me, what about you? Are you of proper age to be wedded?" You burst out laughing as he said that

"Am I of age? I'm gonna be thirty in a week, THIRTY is like sixty for a woman here.. that's what my mom says by the way. Did you know I'm losing my eggs with time and I'll regret being alone if I don't find a guy right this moment and let him breed me so I could raise an insufferable depressed child just like me?" his brows remained furrowed as you finished your sentence.

"But you do not want to marry and have a child?" You sighed as he questioned, this was the part where it got really hard for you to explain what you wanted in life because everything you wanted was taken from you or just not meant for you. You turned your body towards him and he was looking at you with such intensity that you couldn't even maintain a proper eye contact, not for long anyways.

"I want it, I'm not against it but I want it with someone I want it with?" Your eyes teared up, you were slightly tipsy and you had someone listening to what you wanted to say, a man like him wanted to talk to you and all of it was making you emotional. He noticed the change in your mood so he scooted closer to you and placed his hand on yours again

"The first guy I ever remember liking was when I was 20, I was a late bloomer you see" you chuckled and he brought his fingers up to tuck your hair behind the ear, why would he do that? WHY WOULD HE DO THAT? God that tingled.

"What did he do?" He asked softly.

"He didn't do anything, he was just so confusing. I mean why would a guy talk to me everyday and flirt with me all the time if he didn't want to have something? One day he was into me the other day he was too broken from his past relationships, the third day he was again into me and then he'd ghost me point blank for two days and then he'd come back to repeat the cycle for months and I allowed it..it messed me up for a long time because he always made me feel as if I wasn't enough..as if I was doing something wrong and I continued to approach him even though he made it clear that he didn't want anything, because then i wondered if he'd come back in three days and change his tune again" as the tear slipped past your cheek he wiped it with his thumb, you felt his fingers running through your scalp and it calmed you down a little bit it was also making you feel several other things.

"You did nothing wrong my darling. He was a selfish,immature, pompous arse in the dire need of a distraction, i know of their kind very well" Well he grew up with their kind

"He's married now and I didn't even want to marry him because he was the least attractive man there ever could be. I don't even know why I liked him but it still hurts.. seeing people who had hurt you so much be so happy in life…it hurts" as your voice choked he instantly pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you to hug you.

"Do you want to hear more?" You asked him between your silly cries.

"Yes" he answered instantly.

"The second guy was the guy who actually wanted to date me..I was 23, he was a year younger than me so it definitely was my fault, and it was a long distance relationship "

"Long distance?"

"Yeah like we were geographically apart?"

"So you never met each other?"

"We met twice" you facepalmed as you reeled in your stupidity "Long story short after a few months of the relationship and me not willing to put out for him, as in I didn't send nudes when he asked.."

"Nudes?" God he was so clueless about everything.

"Naked pictures of myself

"Understood"

"All of a sudden he didn't love me anymore you know and guess what? He fell for his best friend who had to be a girl of course.. you know what I ended up becoming? That girl in movies who comes between two obviously in love best friends. I got cheated on, I was led on, I got hurt and abandoned but somehow I was still the villain here..worst part is I liked him so much that even after he broke my heart we stayed friends and he'd ask me for tips so he could impress this best friend turned lover of his"

"And you gave him these tips he asked for?" He scrunched his nose

"Fucking yeahhh..I'm so stupid oh god..he broke up with me over the text, it was two days after he had told me that he loved me and saw a future with me..I'm so stupid"

"You're not stupid darling.. merely gullible"

"That doesn't make me feel any better"

He smiled as you said that but you weren't done talking. You'd talk until you'd drive this one away too. He'd probably get himself arrested after this. "Unfortunately I didn't just stop there ..i continued to befriend and get involved with selfish assholes all my life and now I'm old, I wasted my youth on those jerks and now I'm not as wanted as I was in my early 20s.. worst part is I wasn't even in love with those guys but I still allowed them to waste so much of my time and break me so much that I can't even trust anyone anymore"

"You're so far off the reality little one" he smiled so you glared at him.

"What?"

"You are ethereal, so very youthful as opposed to what you may choose to believe about yourself and you're so…" he gulped as he looked at you intently "Intriguing..any man would be fortunate to have a woman like you, but you do not deserve just any other man..you deserve the noblest of them all.. perhaps the reason you haven't found one yet " you sniffled as he finished his sentence.

"You are sweet"

"So you were not in love with them? Any of them?" He questioned so you shook your head in response. You loved some of them but you weren't in love.

"Noo..never. Maybe my perception of love has been skewed because of those romantic movies but I have never felt that intense type of love in my life..like ever. Never felt the chemistry..that bubbling scorching heat" he gulped as you said that as you got more and more animated with your hand gestures .

"Heattt?"

"Yeahhh you know when you're just so in love with someone that you just want to fuck them so hard, anywhere, everywhere..all the time.. and it doesn't matter how they look.. you just want to go wild on them because you're in loveeee"

"Perhaps you're confusing lust with love?" he blushed as he questioned so you shook your head.

"Noo the lust would mean you want to have raunchy sex with them and then go your separate ways. I don't want just thatttt..no no..i want to be there for this man..not just for the sex but for the bad and tough times..harddd hard times and for those insecure moments" you looked into his eyes and you could see his mouth open and close, because he had nothing to say. He was charmed.

"I want to treat him like he's the best thing to ever exist and I want to fuck him day and night because I'm so attracted to this gem of a man and then cuddle him until he's all happy in his head. And i want to gush about him all the time to every person i know and bite their ears off while I tell them how fucking gorgeous the love of my life is.. you knowwwww" he licked his lower lip as he looked at your heavy breaths after you finished your sentence. All of a sudden he wanted to be that man, he yearned to be the object of your fascination, he needed to be the man that you wanted to love and be in love with so deeply.

You couldn't stop staring at his lips and you kept wondering how it would be like to kiss him.

Oh god you were so very much attracted to him..oh fucking god.

Of course you were attracted to someone who you knew was way out of your league and practically non attainable. He wasn't even from this planet.

"You know if I'm ever talking too much especially after drinking margaritas you can just shut me up real quick" he chuckled as you said that.

"Pardon me for being unresponsive darling. I was just thinking about what you just said. It's uhh ..sweet and Passionate, it's alluring.. i understand now" Stop looking into his sea green eyes. Especially when he's talking.

"That's a relief..okay we should sleep" you gave him an awkward hug as you wished him good night. You could smell that cologne that you loved so much, the smell that resembled bergamot and roses.

Next morning you didn't have to work so you spent the day teaching him basic things in the kitchen, for example turning the stove on, making a nice cup of tea, or just simple eggs, he had never stepped a foot in the kitchen before but he was a fast learner. You noticed though that the heat was bothering him so after a while you threw him out of the kitchen.

That night you woke up and saw him trembling with fear on that tiny little bed, his knees were curled into his chest and he kept mumbling, asking them to not hurt him, he was begging someone to spare him today. You quickly got out of the bed and walked towards him, he always insisted on sleeping on your kiddie sized bed even though he was definitely too tall for it.

"Lokii?" You placed your palm on his forehead and he was sweating alot, you wiped the sweat beads off his skin with the sleeve of your shirt before you bent down on your knees at the edge of his bed.

"Looo? Wake up ..it's just a nightmare" god knew what he was seeing in that moment, he didn't tell you everything about him, or how much he had suffered. His eyes opened slowly and the lights were off but the window behind the bed made you able to see him.

"Are you okay?" You asked him softly and he sniffled in response then he shook his head, he sat up a little and you thought he wanted to talk to you but instead he leaned into you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you on the bed next to him. God he was soo strong.

Also you didn't have a bra on.

He laid down with you, one of his arm stayed curled around your waist, you gasped a little as he hid his face between the crook of your neck, his lips too close to your cleavage but you didn't think he was even thinking about the closeness at the moment. Maybe he just wanted to hold someone and be held in return so that's what you gave him, you lifted his head up for a moment just so you could place your arm underneath, sure your nerves would be dead by tomorrow but you figured it would be worth it.

You had not even hugged him for more than a few seconds before this but then how come this didn't feel weird at all? Why did holding him so close felt so natural? You heard his little whimpers and it snapped you out of the daydreaming.

"You're okay I promise..you're okay" you mumbled softly as your fingers ran over his scalp while the other hand caressed his back, his hair was as soft as you had imagined it to be. His hand lowered down from your waist, it briefly brushed over your cheeks before he grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his waist then his arm held onto your waist again. Okay you were physically, mentally and officially turned on now, you could feel your lips quivering because of the intimate position. Both of them. You felt afraid you'd start to hump against him in the middle of the night.

He fell asleep soon after, leaving you all warm and tingly inside. You may or may not have kissed his forehead once he did.

The next morning you thought things would get awkward between you two but you had no idea that this innocuous cuddling thing was about to become an important part of your bedtime routine.

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[otwdfanfic]

I got a question in my head and now i cannot get it out so,,,

What mythological creature/deity would you associate the otwd saga characters with? I personally always like to think about these kinds of questions to get to the core motivations/needs/whatever of characters and its really fun to think about!!

Would love to hear you rant about this, its such an interesting topic to me personally <33

I feel so bad that it took me this long to reply when it was on your mind but I didn't forget it just took me literal months to make time to return to OTWD 😔 This is a fun question bc it's already something I think about haha

Zephyr is already named after the Greek god of western winds, which feels appropriate to me. Wind is associated with change and journeys while the west is historically associated with progress and the unknown.

Nuffink has a lot of ghost imagery in his life so that's definitely a big one, but in ITPN I think the wendigo from North American folklore is an apt association. The transformation is supposedly triggered by consuming human flesh and associated with winter and the north.

Baldur has a lot of mythological associations. He's named after a tragic god whose name means prince, but he also has similarities to the trickster Loki with his silver tongue (who indirectly killed Baldr!) and the god Tyr who sacrificed his hand to trick and bind the monster wolf Fenrir. Blackfin is obviously connected to Fenrir, but I also like to think of him as Akhlut from Inuit folklore, a man-hunting creature who transforms into a wolf on land and an orca in the water.

Bjorn doesn't have anything that I try to actively weave in but he's similar to Bodvar Bjarki, a hero who was the king of Denmark's adviser and might've been the inspiration for Beowulf. His father had been transformed into a bear, so Bjarki could also send his spirit into battle as a bear.

Eret has a lot of similarities with Cassandra, a devoted priestess and prophet who was cursed so that nobody listened to her. She also reminds me of a willowy fairy. Unrelated but I've been loving Helaena on House of the Dragon bc her pale hair, green/gold color palette and weird bug girl whimsy are so Eret coded.

Torunn and Zephyr are two sides of a coin and both always remind me of valkyrie, a classic symbol of Norse mythology that represents the dichotomy of woman's role in the viking age, in fiction, and today. They're swan-angels who are alternatingly portrayed bursting out of lightning strikes with their chainmail drenched in blood and as fair dutiful maids bathed in light and fetching drinks. Simultaneously princesses and servants, mead-bearers and shieldmaidens.

Tryggir I associate with witches of all kinds. I can't think of a specific example...

Herne the Hunter is a horned ghost who haunts Windsor forest and is likely based on Cernunnos. Sometimes he's depicted leading the Wild Hunt, all imagery that fits Cato well. I almost named his father Herne as a reference but pivoted into a more historical choice.

I don't think I have any strong association with Sikka... there is the tupilaq of Inuit lore, which I learned about tangentially from AMC's The Terror. It's a vengeful creature created and sent to destroy a specific enemy, but if that enemy has stronger magic than the creator then the tupilaq will return to kill its maker. I hesitate to associate her with sorcery or monsters since those are unrelated, but some of themes are interesting.

Gustav I always connect to Odin. The lost eye, the hanged man symbolism, ravens etc. Cato had a line in OTWD connecting the two.

Nothing came to mind for Rilla, which is sad... her surname is a reference to a real woman called Aud the Deep Minded, a Norwegian matriarch in the British Isles who had to flee to Iceland to save her family from some pretty bad political situations. She was a devout Christian unlike other Icelandic settlers, so she put up crosses to pray at "cross hills". There's still at least one krossholar in her honor. Her father was the king Ketill Flatnose who ruled in the Southern Isles (south of the Northern Isles where Cato originates) so I used Ketill for her father's name and Aud in their surname. It's not exactly mythological but her first name references Rilla of Ingleside (an Anne of Green Gables book) where the protagonist has to rise to her duties at home while her brothers become soldiers in the first world war.

Long reply but I'm glad I could finally get around to it!!

[audreyscribes]

You think the Gaulish Gods somehow returning and seeking vengeance against both Greeks and Romans would make for a kinda good storyline?

Hmm, okay so this is a good idea but also I've read discussions about this before, but in doing so you have to acknowledge some of history that people don't want to talk about.

There's a whole lot of potential behind it if done tastefully and right. If we're going with that human history and their actions also being reflected in the mythological realm and vise-versa (aka in PJO war where during the World Wars were influenced by the Greek (and Roman) demigods, then yeah the Gaulish gods have a lot to fight for.

And I don't think the Gaulish/Celtic gods would be the only ones seeking vengeance against the Greek and Romans either, where they have the support and collaboration of other deities of the lands and people that were affected by the Greeks and Romans.

For example, we know about the Gallic Wars; that were led by Julius Caesar against the people of Gaul; that involve the Gallic and Germanic tribes, who if you can connect it right, you can bring in the Norse gods into fighting with the Gallic/Celtic gods.

Then it becomes not just the Gaulish gods vs the Greeks and Romans, it becomes the Celtic Gods and the Norse gods VS the Greeks and Romans, which balance things out.

However, there's a catch-

There has to be extensive and appropriate research though because whatever survived of the Celtic deities and mythology is not very extensive compared to the Greek and Roman gods and you have to filter out what has been rewritten to their original source before Pre-Christinazation.

That and any other mythology that has been sensitized and rewritten.

And you also need to look into the Celtics and their relatives of how they feel about being invaded and being forced to follow the Roman rule, and all the cultural, religion, beliefs, and humanity they have had to push aside and conform to and whatnot. Obviously, humanity is stubborn and surviving since we still see evidence of the Gaulish to this day, but obviously not what could've been.

If written though, I can't also see one or the other side winning, there's no Good or Bad, no Black or white. Because as gods, they have influence in the human realm, and vise versa. They both co-exist.

Like, Bugs Bunny is technically Loki since the the creator of Bugs Bunny based him off a trickster, and Loki is a very famous trickster than say Hermes.

But that's my take. I'm not a certified historian or mythological expert either, and I could be missing good chunks of stuff that could influence this answer but that's my best take I can give.

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Also I was going to answer this earlier but then you came in with this ask and now I'm like "Ah, inspiration at work"

[thewickedbohemian]

Watched the So Help Me Todd S2 premiere and I Have Thoughts

Nice to see Todd taking things to the next level and feeling even more like Shawn Spencer (even down to the helipad thing feeling totally a Shawn reaction, or maybe an Ezekiel Jones one)

Speaking of which, it seems Todd's trickster luck's still in full force (as since early on S1 SHMT I've grouped Shawn, Ezekiel and Todd together in my mind as similar tricksters who feel like they all have the same pseudo-magical freaky luck/Bugs Bunny bullshit (Shawn has been Word-Of-God said to work by Bugs Bunny rules as much as one could in a live-action setting) going on hmm maybe crossover fic potential esp. since Bugs Bunny takes a lot of Doylist influence from the mythological Loki do with that what you will )

Alison's blonde hair leading to (esp. as she might be an INFP like me) even more "self-recognition through the blorbo" (as if she'd had bangs it would look a lot like mine) and between that and how much I already am in the weird state of both relating to and crushing on Todd, if we get more depth on Lawrence and there's something other than gayness there for me to connect to (like people have said if anyone in the ensemble could be neurodivergent autistic!Lawrence is a possibility) it's going to be (albeit without the crush for the example with minors) The Middle all over again with me vibing with all three siblings and a mom a lot like mine

Speaking of dyed hair is it just me or does Margaret's look as if she dyed it black I mean seriously she looked a bit like an older Regina Mills at some points

OK so how many permissions did they had to get for how much they expied about CBS news (I mean to the degree of having a J. Giannola as an anchor and I think the weatherman's name was also similar to one of our local (Oregonian here) guys)

Even if it was only briefly Lyle singing was not on my bingo card (that and the announcement of Heather Morris joining the recurring cast makes me wonder if musical episode in our future?)

Love the Margaret/Harry and Todd/Susan moving on parallels

Between those and all that stuff with the station full of gays including the actual-news-interns thinking Todd's cute and even down to them pointing out his "gay" look at dinner, potential tease for Todd rebounding with a guy?

Love the whole Phantom Of The Opera motif with not just the lighting "chandelier" drops and the music but the culprit being the lovestruck guy with the facial disfigurement who right before the final drop said something about "love never dies" (aka the title of the POTO sequel)

Major ?! about the whole scene with Beverly and Susan and the partner track, I know firms can have more than three partners but if you'll pardon throwing a blorbo from another show briefly under the bus what is it with badass beautiful bitches named Beverly and butting their butt into everyone's business (and yes the alliteration was accidental until about halfway through)

Just going to bring this petition back around so people keep fighting to make sure this isn't the end (it being Elsbeth's lead-in (albeit two weeks later than I originally thought) indicates the network has some degree of faith but I want to make sure especially because online acquaintances in the industry have told me IF it gets a third season (but that's the operative part here) a fourth is almost a guarantee)

[norcalbruja]

Just finally trying to explain my weird relationship(s) with spirits

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So I could never figure out how to say this in a non-awkward way, considering my more pressing issues, but the Water-Spirit is not straight. Like at all.

I mentioned somewhere that Loki once rage-kissed him to try and get a reaction out of him, because the Water-Spirit is constantly treated as more powerful than he tells me or even believes about himself, due to the whole "colonization has isolated him and wrecked his mental well-being" problem (and since he’s technically a giant squid, that makes a LOT of sense in hindsight as to why the other gods decided not to question him TOO much about his identity).

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Haik Number Four does not care about being "straight" or not, either. When he was thinking over the whole mess of "yeah, the Water-Spirit has TECHNICALLY been impersonating Haik, but he was a GREAT imposter!", he also told me, "Well, if none of the other anito are going to claim you, I suppose I will."

And I was like "I don't know if you're the actual Haik, but thank you."

The Water-Spirit got nervous and said, "Yes, okay, Ama. You remember that she wrote all the poems and the novel-draft about you? I'm not going to stop you if you want a relationship with her, but I just want you to be kind to her--"

Haik Number Four was alarmed/insulted and went, "Why do you think I'm TAKING her?! Do you think I'm a Spaniard, to treat women like cattle?!" And he just went, "well, I can't just leave you on your own. You're both mine now."

And I was like, "Thank you, Haik Number Four, but... that sounds extremely bisexual."

And Haik Number Four was like "Mahal, Tagalog spirits aren't Catholic. We don't pay attention to GENDER or that kind of shit. And HE is a trickster. He loves you, but he's as straight as Dionysus."

And I was like, "oh, yeah. Other husband?"

I also mentioned at some point that I have a couple of spirit-"husbands" like Dionysus, but they don't use "wife" in the MARITAL sense, but more like "devotee."

Sometimes I forget that me and Dionysus are even "married." Like... immediately after he asked me about it, Dionysus went for weeks on end just dropping into my meditations and acting like a drunk roommate/friend, but when he's SOBER, he is surprisingly nice and can act suspiciously like a therapist.

He still barely sounds like he's involved with me, at least until a pushy male spirit won't leave me alone. Then Dionysus comes in with his metaphorical guns blazing, and he may or may not fucking suplex him, while ordering him to "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY WIFE."

So ever since Hera told me that she considers me and the Water-Spirit "basically married, but one of you has a shitty memory and you're both extremely depressed/traumatized," Dionysus apparently thinks that was a long time overdue. What with all my yearning poetry about the-guy-I-thought-was-Haik, and how I wrote a whole novel draft about a Filipino woman being married to Haik across different lifetimes. He's just started going hog-wild with affectionately calling the Water-Spirit "Other Husband." Not "YOUR Other Husband," just "Other Husband."

He also finds it a blast to call me "OUR wife," as the classic communist-Bugs-Bunny meme is often used.

That makes our relationship effectively open, because to make a VERY long story short: The Water-Spirit and I are the "main/regular(???) couple," and Dionysus says he considers himself my "backup/supporting(???) husband."

There's a thin line between "a god" and "a powerful spirit," but it's definitely there. Sometimes Dionysus has gotten nature-spirits to just STOP what they're doing and leave, even reluctantly. Once he comes in and tells them "Hello, I am an Olympian and that lady over there's my other wife. I will fuck you up if you keep bothering her," they just automatically go.

Unless the person he's telling to shove off is 1) an older/more-powerful god, or 2) a nature-spirit of Shark's caliber, who is incredibly old and is “set apart from human-and-deity matters.” (Shark has called him a "godling," but I don't know if that's because his mother is mortal and he's ‘technically a demigod,’ or because he's ‘youthful’ as ‘the hot twenty-something-year-old who parties a lot.’)

The Morrigan is my patron, but while she is really good at fighting or booting threats out of my headspace, she does not always have the patience to get me out of danger because as a goddess of warfare, she tends to go "FIGHT NOW, QUESTIONS LATER." That means Dionysus ends up being the one who escorts/hauls me out of places, as he once had to do when Shark decided to just start tearing the Not-Children out of me.

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Another spirit-husband who I will only name in this paragraph for clarity is a Bear-Spirit. I usually call him the Bruin becauuuuuuuse I am playing it safe and not using the proper word too often. His exact species varies, but he's always some form of "brown bear." Sometimes he looks like a grizzly, sometimes he looks like a European brown bear, and other times he looks like a fucking massive cave-bear.

He can shapeshift into a mostly European-looking man with pale skin, brown eyes, and long and shaggy brown hair, but like... he's Not Human at the end of the day. His eyes have No Understanding or sapience in them like a god or a human (and sometimes I just see endless caverns in them, like I see the ocean abyss in the Water-Spirit's eyes). Sometimes he doesn't even bother shapeshifting some clothes on besides "draping his real form's pelt around like a cloak/skirt," so trying to lock down his "ethnicity" is futile.

And like, I just want people to know that this has all slowly accumulated over ten or so years, and trying to write it all down is as much for myself as it is for whoever is reading this.

[zwoelffarben]

Personally, I think Bugs's aspect as a trickster god more cleanly maps to Odin (in his aspect as a trickster) than Loki.

Like, yes; Loki is the Norse trickster god famous for being a trickster within the pantheon, and he's equally famous for being genderfucky enough to sire some children while birthing others (by changing her equipment, and transing gender rather than having both a penis and vagina at the same time and just adopting the gender of most convenience), so Bugs likely gets his genderfuckery from Loki. Not disputing that.

But, it's in Bugs's characterization as a trickster that I think he owes more to Odin than Loki (and Odin doesn't get enough overt credit for being a Norse trickster god because that aspect of his divinity often gets overshadowed by his aspect as one of the ruling gods of the pantheon).

Odin and Loki both make mischief and cause headaches for others in so doing, but generalizing for brevity to the point of being less than technically correct:

Odin's intent tends providing solutions that solve problems.

Loki's intent tends providing problems that disturb stagnation.

The pair foil each other really nicely in the mythology, where Loki will cause problems and then Odin will solve them, and the net result is one of growth for the pantheon and cosmos compared to if Loki hadn't done anything at all, and this push and pull goes on until Loki quite famously takes it too far by killing Balder and refusing to weep for him.

Anyway, Bugs's characterization as a trickster strikes me as more in line with Odin's way of doing things than Loki's. He causes headaches for his enemies yes, but he's more frequently doing it with the intent of solving personal or narrative problems than with the intent of shaking up the status quo.

saw someone share this on their ig stories and i am obsessed

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

3, 14, and 17 for the ask!

3. Is your practice more ritualistic or casual? What does it look like?

It's uh...ritualistically casual? Casually ritualistic? I haven't gotten to really practice with anyone (other than doing tarot readings for people - both for friendship, barter, and for pay - I'm really trying to get a career of this off the ground, as I've been reading casually and professionally for 30+ years now, and I do consider tarot/rune/oracle/psychometry readings and dream interpretations as much worship/practice as anything else) - oh and that one guided meditation circle I went to back several months ago - in hell. 20 years maybe? Or just nearly. So most of my practice is pretty casual with some ritual elements - I keep an altar, I burn candles and incense nightly when I go to bed (I'd burn incense more often but too much of it really bugs my sister, and her room is next to mine right now - hopefully when we can finally move east, we'll find a place where our rooms are more opposite ends of the house we rent), I put out offerings of liquor and sometimes food. More often the food offerings go to the outside altars, which right now, I only have a very small shrine to Elegua (ALL Tricksters are honored by me, so every culture's Tricksters are welcome to hang out). I include my gods in my day to day existence, even if that means I'm wandering around the grocery store - "What should we make for supper? What sweet treats should we get for dessert? Would you look at that asshole taking up the whole aisle?"

But I haven't 'drawn' a ritual circle in forever, I haven't called the elements, the directions, I haven't set up ritual space for each holiday, though to be fair, even when I did that with my ex and our friends, we were generally still pretty casual. Ritual robes started to be really unwieldy and definitely dangerous when lighting candles and almost knocking over the wine. Often our ritual regalia was less about clothing and more about painting our faces for the holidays with images and symbols important to each of us at that time. I'd like to get back into doing more (casually) formal rituals once we move and depending on which of my friends in the area we're moving to (or close enough to it) are able to meet up for them. I think I'd still have almost a Dude mentality of ritual, and from hanging out with my gods (predominantly the Nordic pantheon mixed with, again, all the Tricksters and quite a few of the Celtic deities), they always feel really cool with not getting super fancy about it.

14. How would you define your Gods? (have fun with that one)

Hah! Hahahahaha! Define my gods? Me? Oh no. No no no. I live with them, I invite them into the space where I live (I don't consider it home - home will be when we leave Texas, get to the ocean, and can breathe again), I share meals with them, and I learn about the layers upon layers of their history and personality from them, but I don't think I could ever define them. I think they're beyond definition.

17. Do you associate certain Gods with specific songs? Share them!

I have a few. I mean, anything and everything by Wardruna resonates with all the Nordic gods.

But some specifics off the top of my head:

Riders on the Storm by The Doors - Thor and Loki It's known that Thor is the god of storms and thunder, but Loki is the god of lightning, as that was his father (Farbuti, "dangerous striker" aka lightning) striking against Laufey (whose name some scholars believe means "full of leaves"), thus creating Loki - who is a god of fire and lightning (as well as mischief, chaos, change, storytelling, misfits).

Songs from the Wood by Jethro Tull - Loki

Velvet Green by Jethro Tull - Loki but also Freya and Freyr

Locomotive Breath by Jethro Tull - Odin

As you can tell, Jethro Tull is one of my favorite bands. My late brother (druidic in his own beliefs and practices) introduced me to them in full in my teens when he helped to steer me toward the Celtic and especially the Nordic gods, so I have a very reverent feel toward this band, my gods, and my brother (he was the one to introduce me to tarot and runes as well).

Those are songs off the top of my head. I'd like to spend more time with music and the gods - see which music I might already like that Anansi or Old Man Coyote would pick out for their own. Which ones Eris might choose. Which ones Frigga or Sif or Sigyn might like best.

Oh oh wait. Sigyn. Goddess of Victory, Goddess who "holds the bowl" so that Loki might survive in less pain and come out to fight for their children.

We Will Rock You - We Are the Champions by Queen - that is definitely Sigyn

I will say that it seems like they're always (all of them) pretty happy when I play my favorite bands - The Doors, Jethro Tull, Queen, ABBA, Loreena McKennitt, and I imagine they've got favorites out of all of those and the variety of SCA filk-type bands that I listen to.

Polytheistic Asks here!

[fromasgardandback]

Goddess Divine

Loki x Reader

description: Loki found his goddess divine on Midgard

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warning: Loki’s love and affection

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Loki landed on Midgard, or Earth as we know it, with his brother Thor in April. The flowers were blooming, the grass got its color back, the birds and bees abound, and pollen overtaking the Avenger’s allergies. That’s exactly how he met her. Y/N Y/L/N. Known worldwide as ‘Peace Bringer’. She brought a wonderful aroma whenever she walked through the door. She would brighten the room. It was instantly calm at the sight of her presence. She could change the entire mood of the compound, just by her soothing voice. Peace Bringer was her Avenger/Superhero name, given to her by the honorable Steve Rogers when he first met her during a mission abroad. 

Y/N was doing community work overseas helping out the less fortunate. The Grecian hillside became a second home to you when the Avenger’s mission went wrong. Y/N was able to bring the people the Avengers were after and themselves together to an agreement. Although she doesn’t physically fight as much as the others, she is a great distraction method in their techniques. This is reason number one, why Loki fell hard for Y/N.

Reason 1: She could be a trickster like him.

Six months later, Loki found out that Y/N liked to pull pranks. For a job, she was to be a peacekeeper even if she had to negotiate with one side in an untruthful way. But if she wasn’t working on a mission, then she was pulling pranks on the rest of the team. Whether they were something small or massive pranks; nevertheless, they were pranks.

Y/N carefully set down the box on top of the ajar door, waiting for someone to step into the training room from the shower room. The box was filled with feathers and would stick to the person walking through from the condensation of the showers. She heard footsteps coming from inside but gasped quietly when she felt Loki’s presence behind her.

“Oh my gosh, Loki you scared the crap out of me.” She whispered, holding a hand over her heart. 

“M’sorry lovely, I’ve been watching you from the stairs and wanted to know what you’re doing. You’ve been sitting in front of the shower room for about 15 minutes now. What are you doing?” Loki scrunched his eyebrows together in curiosity. 

“So the shower room is hot because of the warm water. Well, that creates condensation and when they walk out of the room, then the box will fall, which is full of feathers, and stick onto the person and or get everywhere. Oh, and the best part is that it has a floral aroma. So on top of being covered in feathers, they’ll smell like flowers.” She beamed happily. He looked at her with an endearing smirk, loving the excitement in her eyes. 

Shortly after her explanation, Bucky walked out of the room. The box fell on him upside down. Feathers went everywhere. He was covered in a white, floral-scented, clingy material. She took this time to snap a photo of Bucky and sending it to the entire team.

“Y/N!!!” Bucky yelled. She took Loki’s arm and ran. They went through the compound, in and out of curves and bends, until she pulled him into a trainee supply closet. They laughed uncontrollably. 

“That was the best. I’m so glad Bucky walked out. Look.” They laughed harder looking at the photos. Loki looked down at her in the dark closet with a smile on his face. His eyes lit in adoration. His heartbeat quickened. His palms were sweaty. His curiosity deepened. 

Loki knew she could be a trickster like himself. Although, he is the god of mischief and Y/N’s just being playful. After this day, Y/N and Loki went around together doing pranks. They both had similar tricks and targets. Nothing too serious, but nothing wimpy. They made Steve think that he broke the television. They filled Thor’s room with red solo cups so he couldn’t get out of bed until he moved them. They left full glasses of water on the counter upside down for Tony to clean up in the lab. They left fake bugs in Sam’s room. But their favorite one was putting mayo and toothpaste between Oreos for Natasha. 

Reason 2: She was adopted like him

One year later, they grew closer together. Their friendship blossomed and continued into spending more and more time with each other. Morning walks along the compound lake. Breakfast together in the dining nook. Training together in the afternoon, which was followed by cooking new recipes for lunch or dinner for the team. Reading next to each other in the library, or pranking the others around the compound. Sometimes the two would venture out into the town to pick up groceries and shop. At least once a month they would travel down to Manhattan and enjoy the day. People passing by would assume they were a couple in love, but to them, it was finally finding someone who they could be themselves and comfortable around.

Along with the friendship came Loki and Y/N trusting each other. Trusting with secrets, feelings, and pasts. “I’ve never told anyone about my past, but I feel compelled to tell you. Like a magnetic feeling that we shared similar upbringings and it could help us heal those wounds together?” Y/N explained setting down her book on the cushioned bench adjacent to the bay window.

“Oh? And what similar upbringings do you think we had?” Loki looked up from his book, gently putting the mark between the pages and setting it on his lap.

“Adoption. I know that I’ve heard Thor talk about you being adopted…” She looked down, playing with the rings on her fingers. “I was adopted too. I wasn’t a baby, I was ten. My mother had died from a chronic illness, my father left the moment my mother got sick, and we didn’t have any other family. I was there when she died. I watched her slowly slip from a physical form to a spiritual one. Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night screaming for her.” Loki got up and sat next to her, gently holding Y/N to his chest. Gently rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “It wasn’t easy losing her, we were so close. I was in and out of the foster system for years. Some good houses, some bad ones. When I was eighteen and left for college I vowed to never look back and focus on the things that mattered. I was in pain, but there was more to life than what I’ve been through.” Y/N absent-mindedly leaned into Loki while she shared with him about her past that no one knew. 

Loki pondered on what he heard. Y/N told him a part of her past that was painful, but despite it all, she chose to be optimistic, happy, and care for others’ needs above her own. She turned her pain into something inspirational. 

“It never occurred to me that you can take the pain and turn it into something happy. I turned my pain into an act of hateful revenge and need for attention.” He suddenly leaned his head onto hers.

“Loki,” Y/N squeezed his hand, “We all have ways of dealing with our emotions and trauma. Pain cannot be overcome by one factor or discipline. Everyone deals with it differently. I don’t know what it’s like to feel neglected and given up as a child. Having to fight for second best, I honestly don’t. In all honesty, if I did… I think I would’ve done the same.” She softly smiled at him, giving a reassuring glance.

Reason 3: She understood him

Thirteen months have gone by since the first time Loki and Y/N have met. They’ve been dating for three months yet it felt like a lifetime. Their connection started as a friendship that appeared like a romantic relationship. As friends, they would do things together and go places, but as a couple, it was a given that if you saw one, there was the other.

At the dinner table, they sat next to each other. Same with movie nights. Going out into town or New York City, there they were. Loki and Y/N baked something new at least once a week and made dinner for the team twice a week. Being in the kitchen was a therapy motive that Y/N learned at a young age; therefore, being able to share that with Loki meant something deeper than she could’ve imagined. They would search the internet for new recipes, or through old cookbooks. Once a month Loki would show Y/N how to do a dish Frigga made when he was a child. 

They would read together or to each other in their shared nook in the library. It was a given that their time together was sacred and no one was to bother them. Even on missions, they seemed best paired together. Their collective talents worked better than anyone thought was possible. How could a god of mischief and a peace bringer solve crimes together for the greater good?

Dates happened every Friday or Saturday night, getting dressed up to go into town, or dressed down to relax. There was a dance hall they’d go to. Even though it was for mostly elderly couples to reminiscence of the good ‘ol days, they enjoyed the sweet and loving music of the 1930s, 40s, and 50s big band. Y/N taught Loki how to dance since Asgardian life was different than Midgard. Speaking of Asgardian life, Loki would take her back home to see what she was missing, where he grew up, and the lovely place he called home. He knew there were genuine and distressing memories, but he fought against his negative nature to see that the good outweighs the bad.

Y/N would teach him things about her hometown. Where she grew up. What made her smile. That’s what he reciprocated on Asgard. Films and television shows were a must binge of her childhood and the things her mother grew her up on. Y/N didn’t care for the grander things in life. As long as she was fed, a roof over her head, and clothed; she was content. He was sound in his thoughts when he was with her. There was a connection between them that doctors can’t explain. It was as if God had chosen them to be together from the start, and when they found each other it gave them a sense of peace. Y/N found Loki in one of his lowest times, and Loki found Y/N in one of her most needy times. She understood him and he understood her.

Reason 4: She loved him

Fifteen months later, he said I love you. He meant it completely. He was full, head-on, in love with her. Anything she did, he adored it. Y/N’s morning routine, for instance, he would stare at her while she walked in and out of the bathroom to the bedroom and around the rooms doing what she needed to do. The same happened during her night routine as well. Loki would even sit on the counter in front of her, while she did her skincare. Loki would even do skincare with her as well. Bi-weekly relaxing baths with candles and either bought or homemade bath bombs. Weekly face masks that ranged from various types. 

His favorite part was that she would do his skincare. She’d braid his hair or put it up in a bun. He’d make sure to be laying back against a pillow, then she’d straddle his lap and get to work on his skincare. Sometimes he’d lay his head on her lap, falling asleep in the process. 

Any hobbies Y/N loved he’d watch her in pure enjoyment. When she’d focus on something, her tongue would slightly stick out and her brows furrowed. Y/N would do the same with him. Constantly watching every move he made. It was cute to see him fuss around the compound doing small tasks, but still enjoyable to Y/N. Occasionally he’d work out outside to get some fresh air and she sneakily takes his shirt then watch him from afar. Shirtless, sweaty, and exposed was a delightful sight. 

“My sweet darling. Did you steal my clothes again?” Y/N smirked, trying to hide it.

“What? No.” Y/N giggled. 

Y/N fell in love with those beautiful blue eyes. It was almost as if she was entranced. Loki would smile and there her knees went. The slightest look and she was like a cartoon with hearts for eyes. Heartbeat racing, slight fidgeting in her seat, a need to constantly be near him. Head over heels in love is not enough to describe how she felt about Loki. No one would dare come between them and would protect their love at all cost.

Reason 5: She said ‘yes’

A Love Letter To My World

My goddess divine, oh how I love you.

My goddess divine, your beauty enthralls others.

My goddess divine, the one who understands.

My goddess divine, my little trickster.

My goddess divine, the people we’ve lost.

My goddess divine, the strongest woman I know.

My goddess divine, the peace bringer of the galaxy.

My goddess divine, my goddess divine.

They were out to dinner for their two-year anniversary. The town closest to the compound had a family-owned Italian restaurant near a park. There were lights strung from the trees and soft live music playing from the outdoor bar down the street.

Loki handed her the card, gently kissing her head. “Happy anniversary my darling. May our future be just as bright as your heart.” Looking up at him smiling, she kissed Loki sweetly.

Y/N opened the card and read the poem. Her eyes lit up. Elation filled her heart knowing that he wrote this himself with personal details of their relationship. 

“Loki thank you. I love it.” She turned to look but saw him bent down on one knee. 

“My darling. You have been the light of my life since the day I met you. Your warmth has changed my iced heart. I cannot thank you enough for what you have done to change me in a better way. I love you so much. I vow to keep you happy, alive, and feel loved every day. I promise to never make you cry, angry, or feel alone. I promise to choose you first to put our relationship above all else. You deserve the world. My darling, will make me the luckiest man in the galaxy? Marry me?” Loki opened the small blue box that shown a gorgeous Tiffany Co. ring.

“Yes.” She gently whispered, hands shaking, joyous tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. He placed the ring on her finger, standing up, holding her close to his chest. 

“I love you.” Y/N smiled kissing Loki with every emotion in her. 

Loki pulled back slowly. “I love you, goddess divine.”

[lucywrites02]

Kintsugi

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Kintsugi, also known as kintsukuroi, is the Japanese art of putting broken pottery pieces back together with gold — a metaphor for embracing your flaws and imperfections.

Request: @lokistan��� :So Loki and his beloved have been in their relationship for a while now, one day it's hot out so the reader is wearing less revealing a large scar on their stomach and Loki of course notices and asks them how they got it, they refuse to tel him and says something like "oh it's really nothing, Loki" and of course this bugs Loki because his curiosity/worry gets the best of him, one day he asks their friend (Steve), how they got it and Steve hesitates which makes Loki even more worried, eventually Steve cave's in and explains to Loki that they got it from The Battle Of New York. Loki being Loki gets really emotional over it, feels guilty, etc and the reader has to check up on him to know why he's acting like he is, Loki's a mess but the reader says something along the lines of "you've got plenty of battle scars from 2012, Loki. When I look at my scar, I don't see the events of what happened, I see it as me fighting along with you" and a fluffy ending.

A/N: It took me so long to finish but I’m happy with the result! Now that I don’t have to do any more presentations I can finally relax and work on my longer fics!

Pairing: Loki x Reader (gender neutral)

Loki’s pronouns: he/they

Word count:  1481

Warnings: mentions of scars

Summary: Every scar has a story, but does it mean you should hate them?

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You woke up to the blinding light coming from the window. You felt an arm around your middle and smiled to yourself. The feeling of happiness quickly disappeared when the sudden wave of warmth ran though your body. You kicked the blanket away to cool yourself a little bit and carefully got out of Loki’s embrace. You didn’t want to wake them up so you tried to move as quietly as you could. You opened the window to let some fresh air in, but the wind was too hot for your liking. You asked JARVIS to turn on the AC so Loki wouldn’t overheat and then took some clothes out of the closet. Normally you weren’t a fan of shorts and crop tops, but you were already sweating in that thin, simple t-shirt and pajama pants. 

After taking a quick shower you dressed and went to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for you and  your lover. You hoped your lover would be still asleep so you could have breakfast in bed. 

You remembered the time he surprised you with waffles and homemade juice after you both fell asleep on his bed during your movie night. It was sweet. The trickster told you they just happened to wake up earlier and decided to do something nice for you. It was a lie. Loki loved to sleep longer whenever they could. And it made this little act even more meaningful.

You were too distracted to notice Loki’s figure loorking in the doorway. He watched you with a soft smile on his face. And then they noticed something. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to find Loki’s favorite mug somewhere in the cupboard. You put your hand up, revealing a scar on your back. The god’s eyes stayed glued to the uneven line on your skin. They couldn’t help but to think about what caused it. 

“Oh god, I didn’t see you there!” You yelled, almost dropping the dish. “Good morning.”

“Good morning love,” the trickster embraced you tightly and kissed your forehead. His mouth stayed on your skin a little bit longer. Just because. “What are you making?”

“I wanted to surprise you and bring the food to your room but that didn’t work out.”

You were so precious and the god had no idea why you chose them of all the people. He didn’t complain, of course- just wondered how they got so lucky.

“That’s very nice of you, darling. I’m sorry I ruined your surprise.” The trickster apologized and took the mugs from you to prepare some tea.

Your morning was really lazy but neither of you minded that. You both were reading in thelibrary the whole time, just enjoying each other’s presence.  Loki wanted to ask you about the scares but was afraid that his questions might trigger some unwanted memories. They tried to bring up that topic several times but you brushed it off every time, saying that it was nothing. The trickster always respected your boundaries and knew that you didn’t like to talk about certain things. So why was he trying so hard now? They felt terrible knowing they weren’t there for you when it happened and it was eating him alive. 

There was someone who probably had answers to his questions.

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You fell asleep on the couch while reading which only made sneaking out of the room easier for Loki. Before they went, the trickster made sure to mark the place in your book and put it on the nearby table. They felt like what they were doing was wrong. If you were comfortable with him you would just tell the story of your scars by yourself, right? What if someone from the team was the one who accidentally hurt you and you didn’t want Loki to know? Or worse…. But no! He couldn’t think about it. There was no way the trickster could be the reason for it.

The god sped up and started his search for the captain. MIllion thoughts were running through his mind and none of them were positive. They imagined the doctors putting the stitches on your bruised body. How long did it take you to recover? Did it hurt? Oh norns, did you ever hate your body because of it?

“Hey! Careful there!” The blonde man called after Loki who bumped into him. 

“My apologies,” the god caught their balance again and straightened their shirt, getting rid of nonexistent wrinkles. “I was looking for you.” He said, swallowing heavily.

“Oh, what do you need? I was going to the living room, if that’s okay with you we can talk on our way there.”

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“So what was it you wanted to know?” The soldier sat down on the couch and turned the tv on.

“It’s about Y/N.” Loki nervously fiddled with the bracelet on his left wrist. It was a gift from you and the trickster has been wearing it ever since you gave it to him. Steve seemed to be worried, thinking something bad happened to you but Loki was quick to explain. “I noticed a scar on their body and I asked about it- to no avail. I was wondering if you could tell me what happened? Please?”

The man hesitated but Loki deserved to know. Even if he didn’t like what he was about to hear. The trickster sensed the captain’s anxiety and felt even worse. 

“Brace yourself because it’s a lot to take.” Steven patted Loki on the shoulder and began telling the story. “I want you to remember that you weren’t in control of your own choices when that happened.”

“What do you me-” oh

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You were folding laundry when Loki came back from his little talk with Steven. When you wake up in the library alone you thought Loki went on a walk or something like that and decided to go to your room and take care of the clothes that have been laying on your chair for weeks now. You greeted them with a kiss but the god seemed to be somewhere else.

“Are you okay?” You asked, rubbing your partner’s arm to soothe their nerves.

“What? Oh, yes.” He answered, trying not to look at you. “I’m exhausted though so if you don’t mind I will go to my room now.

“You don’t want to stay here? You said you wanted to watch that movie Bucky recommended to you so I-”

“No, I will just go.” And with that he left.

Something happened, you knew that. The way they spoke to you was drained of any emotions. It was cold. Maybe Loki just needed some time alone. You could give him some space.

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But you didn’t see him the next day. And the next. And the day after that. 

You tried to get tem out of their room but nothing seemed to work. 

“Loki, open the door!” You demanded. “Why are you ignoring me?”

The god stared at the door and let you in. He had to at least apologize to you. Because no one can turn back time and fix his mistakes.

“Thank you,” you said and closed the door behind you. 

“Before you say anything else, please let me explain.” Loki interrupded you but you were willing to listen. You always were. “I asked Steven about the scar- I know I shouldn’t have, but I had to know-”, the trickster continued. His palms were sweaty and you noticed their leg bouncing nervously. “-and he told me everything. That it happened because of- it happened when I attacked New York and-”

“Loki, please don’t do that.” You took his hands in yours and brought them to your lips. “Don't blame yourself for it.”

“Your body is scarred. Because of me.” They didn’t try to pull away from your grip, fearing it might be the last time you ever held him like that.

“You have scares, too! Some from New York, some from your older battles,” you explained. “When I look at it, I don't see New York. I see me fighting along with you. As silly as it may sound.” You laid more kisses on Loki’s knuckles, palms and wrists. You knew they needed it.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated. “I am so sorry.”

“Hey,” you whispered softly and put a finger under the god’s chin. “I don’t hold a grudge, okay? I love you.”

“I love you more”

You didn’t see your scars as imperfections. So many people hate themselves because of stretch marks or birthmarks, but to you it was something special. It’s a part of you that reminds you how things change. So what if you have scars on your face because of acne? Or if you burned your arm when you were 5 and it left a mark? Your body's a canvas and life paints on it every day. And what is the purpose of an empty canvas? 

[lilyofthesword-writes]

Insistence

Summary: Loki is being stubborn even when injured, not wanting help for fear of seeming weak. You ignore his protests and tend to him anyways.

Pairing: Loki x Field/Combat Medic!Reader

Word Count: 2,864

Warnings/Disclaimers: Mild violence. Injuries, burns. I don’t go into gory detail. Minor character death alluded to.

A/N: This one took longer than I anticipated. I wound up rewriting it midway through. The whole combat medic has been on my list of ideas for a while with only the most basic idea in my head. Once I start writing, it veered off in a different direction.

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“I do not require your assistance, Mortal,” Loki spat, his voice lacking the venom it was usually laced with especially when you were trying to do your job.

You scoffed, gently dabbing at the tiny lacerations on his cheek. “Well, you’re getting it anyways. What kind of field medic would I be if I didn’t help everyone on the team?”

He scowled as you brushed a rogue ribbon of inky hair behind his ear so you could make sure you didn’t miss anything. In truth, this was the first time he didn’t continuously insist on pushing you away. There was always something about him not needing your treatments or someone else needing to be tended to first - Any excuse he could use to deny help. Then again, there was nowhere for him to run this time.

Either Fury’s intel had been wrong, your team’s plans had been leaked or both. The HYDRA base you all had been sent to had been overstocked in both operatives and ammunition. Even with the legacy team that accepted Loki almost half a year ago, you weren’t prepared.

Nat had been the worst, immediately being taken down when she attempted to infiltrate the base. That was when the HYDRA members started spilling out from within and around the base. With the rest of the team providing backup, Clint was able to help you lug her back to the Quinjet where you cleaned the deep gash in her side and stitched her together again. Of course, Clint wasn’t going to stand down. He stayed by the ramp, firing arrow after arrow to keep some of the heat off his companions. You wound up having to patch up his bleeding leg while he continued to fight.

Steve was the next to return. He collapsed in a seat as you reached him. Bruised and battered, he was mostly alright save for the possibility of some broken ribs. Tony crashed-landed onto the ramp, the metal of his suit screeching and scraping as he skidded inside. He was in the same boat as Steve along with his suit quickly losing power. There wasn’t much left he could do. Thor lumbered backwards into the Quinjet, Mjolnir still boomeranging out into the field to take down what enemies he could. With the God of Thunder standing guard, Clint disappeared to the cockpit.

The engines whirred to life. “Okay, guys! Jet’s primed and ready for take off. We got everyone?” Clint called out.

You took a look around, hearing the engines ready themselves. Thor cursed under his breath as he continued throwing his hammer. Where was… Oh… Oh no.

Shoving the cotton ball doused in antiseptic into Tony’s hand, you peeled away from his side and hovered near Thor. Against the bright white snow, a twister of black, green and gold ferociously danced. Loki was still out there.

“Do NOT take off yet!” you hollered back.

With a huff, you opened a hidden compartment and pulled out a sniper rifle along with its tripod. After piecing together the barrels, you attached the small tripod and settled on the floor, taking aim in Loki’s general direction. You popped off a couple rounds onto any of the HYDRA agents who dared try to catch the mischievous god off guard.

Tony shuffled to his feet, cursing when he realized just what was happening. By this time, he had removed himself from the drained Iron Man suit. “Trade places, Legolas! Reindeer Games is still out there!” He dashed to the cockpit.

You fired again, this operative having gotten too close for comfort. Loki had turned just in time to see opponent drop dead at his feet. With a near indiscernible nod that could only be seen through your scope, he carried on, slowly making his way to the Quinjet.

Despite his own injury, Clint was swiftly back at your side. With the extra backup, an exhausted Thor was able to make it off the ramp, farther into the fray and meet his brother halfway. Clint and you kept the path clear enough for them to rush back. It was stunning to see how well they could work together when they needed to.

The moment they were in reach of the ramp, you leapt to your feet and with Clint pulled the exhausted brothers on board. The ramp lifted as you tugged Loki into sitting, and the Quinjet took off. So, here you were, attempting to take care of the trickster’s wounds after having checked on Thor.

“I am a god,” he sneered half heartedly. “I will heal quickly. This is unnecessary.” He winced lightly as the antiseptic stung his cheek.

You sighed, “Any one can heal those cuts, but just because you can do so faster than the rest of us, doesn’t mean you are impervious to infections. Just less likely to get them.”

He went silent at that, either realizing you were right or just not desiring to argue further. Done with one side, you swapped to the seat on the other side of him. With a clean, freshly wetted cotton ball, you gingerly began cleaning his other cheek. All things considered, Loki didn’t look too bad. At least, not as bad as he could have. With your freehand, you coaxed him to lift his chin up so you could tend to the lacerations on his neck.

“Why?” His voice was soft, just loud enough for only you to hear him.

“Why, what?” You copied his volume level.

“Why do you insist on this?”

You stopped your ministrations, raising your gaze to look him in the eye. His face was uncharacteristically soft as he looked back at you. Though he tried to hide it, his aventurine eyes held an unfamiliar vulnerability.

“Well,” you started slowly, carefully choosing your words. “You are a member of this team, and you should be treated as such.” Fingers still ghosting his chin, you guided him to face you. “You deserve the same treatment I would give everyone else.”

His brow furrowed as he studied you cautiously. It took him a moment before he finally spoke again. “Should that be what you wish to believe, it is fine by me.” You could hear the sharpness returning to his voice.

The god turned away, leaning back in his seat with closed eyes, effectively ignoring you. Now, you could have chosen to change seats, to move away from the cold attitude clearly directed at you, but you stayed. One, you were tired like everyone else and didn’t feel like getting up. Two, you were going to be stubborn and bug him with your presence.

Eventually a calm quiet enveloped the Quinjet, seeping into your bones. Feeling your eyes droop, you settled in your seat for as much comfort as you could get before drifting off.

You imagined hours had passed by the time you woke. Your muscles ached from the position you had fallen into, your neck being the worst. Tentatively rolling your shoulder, you tried to sit up and stretch only to find you couldn’t. Your head was resting you thought was the side of your seat, but there was a light weight keeping on top keeping you from moving. You opened your eyes to a shocking sight.

No, your sleeping position was a bit different from what you thought. Your makeshift pillow happened to be Loki’s shoulder. He, in turn, had his head on yours, probably having fallen asleep shortly after you. It seemed like he was still asleep, his chest rhythmically rising and falling in a way that could be described as soft. You could only imagine the tranquil expression on his face. There was absolutely no way you were going to look. You would probably move too much and wake him, and that would be the end of this little moment.

The rest of the team was asleep, save for Thor. Even with exhaustion drenching his body, he was wide awake, grinning like a madman when he realized you had caught him watching. How long had he bared witness to the scene unfolding? With a scowl, you pressed your finger to your lips, signaling him to keep quiet. He merely nodded, that knowing smile still plastered on his face.

The call you received from Maria shocked the lingering sleep from your body. A small team had been formed to infiltrate a hostage situation - a team that included Nat, Loki, Steve and another field medic whose name you hadn’t even had the chance to remember yet. The mission had soured once they reached the hostages. Everyone was being brought back to the compound for treatment. It was all hands on deck.

Quickly shucking your pajamas, you threw on a pair of scrubs and sneakers and made a mad dash to the Med Bay. The place was pure chaos. Most of the doctors and nurses were tending to the hostages in the main rooms. The team was near the back in separate rooms.

Spotting Maria who was attempting to direct people and bring some semblance of order to the wing, you rushed over to her. “Where do you need me?”

She flipped through the files on her data pad, not even looking up to see who she was speaking to. “Everyone has a medic taking care of them except for Steve and Loki. Start there.”

“Understood,” you nodded, leaving Maria to do what else was needed.

Down the hall, you took note of the injuries you could see of the various patients. Burns… Lots of burns… What in the world happened?

Passing by Nat’s room, she seemed mostly alright. She gave you a minute bob of her head that you reciprocated before meeting up with Steve. He had burns along one side of his body. Thankfully, the treatment would be minimal compared to some of the others.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a grimace as you began your work.

“How’re you feeling?”

He huffed out a tiny laugh, “Honestly, not terrible.”

With the top half of his suit tugged down, you gingerly cleaned and added ointment to soothe the wounds. “What happened out there?”

“One of the hostages… Well… He had an explosive… Saddled up to Trevor…”

Oh… The field medic… Oh god…

Steve sucked in a breath like he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs. “Loki tried to contain it, but… We were all a little late in reacting.”

Your hands stilled. “How bad is he?”

The super soldier plucked the salve container from your fingers. “He’ll live, but if you’re really that worried about him, I can handle the rest of this.”

“You know him.” You tried to snag the container back. “He’ll come up with any excuse to not let us help him. If he knows I left you here, he’ll insist I leave him alone.”

Steve held it away from you with his good arm like a kid holding its younger sibling’s toy out of reach. “I doubt he will do that this time,” he smiled reassuringly, a glint of knowing shining in his eyes.

Leaning on the bed, you heaved a sigh. “You’re gonna drag me in there if I refuse, aren’t you?”

“Yup,” he ended with a pop. “Now get going!” He shooed you away.

“Fine,” you groaned, playfully dramatic. “But you can bet I will be back later to make sure you did everything right.”

He let loose a chuckle. “I’d expect nothing less.”

Leaving Steve to his own devices, you went to the next room down the hall. The door was shut and the privacy blinds were closed. Was Loki hurt that badly that the others had to be hidden away?

With a quick announcing knock, you steeled yourself and pushed the door open, sliding in before silently closing it again. When you turned to face Loki, you were met with something you hadn’t quite expected to see. What burns still littered his skin looked as though they were mostly healed over, but that wasn’t the problem. With his armor off, you were able to get a good look at his arms and upper torso.

Blue. His skin was blue. Ridges meticulously adorned his arms, up his chest and even his face. It was such a stark contrast to his Asgardian form, yet it still suited him well. From unmarred, alabaster skin to decorated, indigo skin. Perfection in both forms.

“Loki?” you announced your presence as softly as possible.

His face scrunched as he squinted his eyes open to find you standing beside him. “Aren’t there others that need tending to?” The hoarseness of his voice betrayed the harshness he attempted to convey.

“We’ve enough staff to manage everyone well enough,” you shook your head with a smile.

Now that you were closer, you could see he was sweating profusely. His breaths were so shallow. Brushing away a locket of hair matted to his forehead, you found his skin warm… Much warmer than it should be. Instead of recoiling immediately, you laid your palm flush with his forehead. “You are burning up!”

You pulled away to pop outside the door. Waving down a nurse, you asked him to bring in as many ice packs as he could. What was currently stored in the room would not be enough. Returning, you pulled out all of the packs. You wrapped them in some towels so they wouldn’t directly touch his skin. Then, you placed them around Loki, hoping this would be enough until the nurse got back with you.

The god rested silently while you worked. It was only when you pulled up a chair next to him to keep an eye on his vitals that he finally spoke. “Why are you still here?” A sort of vulnerability leaked out of his voice.

“Because you need help,” you deadpanned, really not wanting this argument again.

“No.” His brow furrowed with frustration, ruby eyes staring at the ceiling. “Why haven’t you run yet?”

You brushed a little more of his tresses away from his face. “And why would I do that?”

“Are you blind? Do you not see the monstrosity before you?” He scowled, still refusing to look at you.

“No, I don’t.”

He barked out a laugh that he immediately regretted. “Then what, pray tell, do you see?”

Reaching across for his cheek, you guided him to face you, receiving little resistance. His skin was still hot but not quite as much as before. “I see a person who risked his own safety to protect a bunch of civilians. There’s no way you could be a monster even with your jötun form.”

“So, you do know what I am…” A deep frown etched across his face.

“Yes… If it makes you feel any better, only a select few know. I have to know the medical histories of all the Avengers if I’m to treat them in the field.”

Silence…

“And for what it’s worth, this,” your thumb graced the apple of his cheek, “is not scary in the slightest.”

His eyes searched yours frantically for any hint of dishonesty. A trembling hand raised and settled on yours, pressing it further on his face. His lips parted to speak but was interrupted by a light knock on the door.

With an apologetic smile, you slid your hand from his grasp. The nurse from before had returned with the ice packs. A quick “thank you” and you brought the tray in the room, shutting the door behind you. Just as you had before, you surrounded him with the new packs. Loki’s chest rose and fell more deeply as he cooled down even further, skin morphing into a pale sky blue and eyes returning to the bluish-green you’ve come to know.

“Well, you’re at least responding quickly. How do you feel?” You hovered at his bedside.

He locked eyes with you again, a cocktail of emotions swirling about despite his attempts to keep a straight face. “I-” he cleared his throat. “Better…”

“Good, good…” Your hands fiddled with the sheets. “Is there anything you need?”

Loki’s lips pursed, and he swallowed thickly. His digits brushed against yours, halting your nervous tick. “Stay?”

“Of course,” you breathed.

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards as you glided your fingers into his palm like two puzzle pieces meant to fit together, giving his hand a light squeeze. You pulled your seat closer and sat back down.

Just as you made yourself comfortable, Loki raised your hand to his face. His lips grazed over your knuckles as he whispered, “Thank you…”

“Anytime.” And you meant it. “I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me.”

He let your entwined hands float back down to the bed as he chuckled. “If that’s the case, I do hope you are well prepared.”

“Oh, yeah?” You smirked. “And just how long do you plan on keeping me around?”

“For as long as you will have me.”

Little did either of you know, Thor had come to the Med Bay to check on Loki after he heard the news and was listening to the conversation through the closed door. He decided to leave you be for now. The congratulations and light teasing could wait until tomorrow.

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[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi I just found your blog and I love it! I was hoping to participate in your event, can I please have a romantic MHA matchup?💕 (pronouns: she/her) I would prefer villains

I’m 22, I’m a Capricorn sun (cancer moon and libra rising) I have brown eyes and bright pink dyed hair I love art like drawing and painting, art history, and baking!

I HATE bugs and I cry if one is ever near me lol. Other pet peeves: people walking really slow in front of me, people coughing in public without covering up

I’m very empathetic and always trying to lighten the mood and make people happy. I’m very chill and don’t have problems with anyone (unless they’re rude or mean to me or my friends) I can’t stand people who are rude ignorant. I’m super indecisive and need a lot of validation. A quirk someone gave me once was reality warping (kinda like the scarlet witch) and they said I would have like choatic / trickster type vibes (like loki) and that’s my dream quirk.

I’m b l i n d so always wearing my glasses haha also I love having a sense of humor. I also have anxiety and can be way too emotional sometimes. I’m an ENFP & also I love tie dye clothes, makeup, and everything pastel.

My love language is probably receiving/giving gifts and words of affirmation. I absolutely love picking out little gifts for people and randomly giving them things that remind me of them. And when people do that for me I just love it!

Sorry if this is way too much! Thank you :)

Hello! This is my first time writing for BNHA so it will be a lot of fun! No worries either if it's too much, it's all good :)

There’s a lot of cool villains in the series (believe me they’re all my favorites) but the one that fits the most with you is...

Mr. Compress

So, you have a trickster type of quirk in this universe, and who wouldn’t be more interested than the magician thief himself? He would love the kinds of tricks you place on the civilians if you as well are a villain, perhaps that is how he first found out about you. You guys met when he was first starting out as a villain, and he probably wanted to work alongside you. Imagine the amount of cooperation and chaos you two would show if working together. Reality warping would be indeed interesting to him, and he might admire how well you control your quirk too. Overall you two match each other's vibes.

Anything like bugs are hated equally by both of you, but he won’t worry about catching them for you if need be. He’s a gentleman after all, and he would treat you with RESPECT! But I imagine how much you two probably screamed when there was a spider crawling on the table where you two were sitting. Shigaraki probably had to show up and disintegrate it for you two as you were both cheering him on from the couch you two were standing from.

He admires how you can make people smile all the time. So many people in Shigaraki’s gang of villains basically need help and you’re like therapy. He really likes seeing how much you can make him smile, and he wants to learn from you how to do this as well. Oh yeah, the entire League of Villains basically adopts you too.

He loves to give gifts as well, so you two will surprise each other often. You two might honestly compete for who has better presentations of said gifts just to be flashier. He will absolutely flirt with you in public, probably to Dabi and Shigaraki’s annoyance. Either way, he will compliment you every time he can. He sees you as a partner in his show, so he needs to push you into the spotlight whenever he can.

Anytime you feel any kind of anxiety, he will do his best to calm you down. He’s good at reading people, so he will definitely know how to make you calm in a few minutes. If anyone’s particularly bothering you, he will not hesitate to make them a volunteer victim in his next magic trick.

He loves your artworks too, and would want you to draw him when you have free time. He might contribute by trying to learn how to draw as well, though his talent in this might be limited. He thinks it’s cute to see how much you look focused when making something. Oh and your fashion sense? Absolutely stunning. He will want to show you off during a crime scene as much as possible haha.

Expect many surprises and magic tricks from this man but know that Mr. Compress will love being part of a duet with you in any act.

[dizzydancingdreamer]

The Brooklyn Police Department | Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Wanda Maximoff

Hey lovelies! Bringing you some chaos team comedy on this fine Tuesday evening. This one was so much fun to write! Please do enjoy!

Appetizers (Tags): Fluff / Comedy

Entres (Pairing): Bucky Barnes x F!Reader, Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader (Third Person)

Sides (Prompts): 1: “I don’t like it when you have plans.”, 12: “I should not be left in charge of stuff like this. I don’t get paid enough. I don’t get paid, period.” , 16: “Can you believe they call us criminals when he’s assaulting us with that haircut?”

Notes: Requested by @imdreamingwiththestars (you better like this lol I tried to get to your level of humor but gods know I'll never be as funny as you)

Word Count: 1.2k

Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List

“I think while we sit here we should recap why we’re all here— sound good?” She meets the eyes of three, not so happy Avengers, and smiles.

“No.” Bucky grumbles from across from her, arms crossed against his chest, scowl illuminated by the lights of the police station jail cell.

She rolls her eyes, kicking out her foot to nudge his boot. “Well too bad, it wasn’t a question. Communication is the key to happy relationships.”

“With all due respect, love—” a hand curls around her waist, drawing her attention from the annoyed super soldier to the amused god— “we all communicated and we still ended up in prison.”

“Jail—” Wanda cuts in, a sugary smile on her face— “we’re in jai, not prison. It’s different. I think.”

Bucky huffs at that and the redhead lolls her face onto his shoulder, crossing her arms as well. He blinks down at her, rolling his eyes but letting it happen, his cheeks reddening slightly under the fluorescents.

“Is it?” Loki mumbles, one of his eyebrows quirking up. “We don’t have two prison systems on Asgard. I would know. What’s the difference?”

Bucky nudges y/n’s foot back, tossing it back and forth absentmindedly. “It’s kinda like you go to jail for the petty things— like the ‘you’re an idiot for getting caught’ things— and you go to prison for the horrible things— the ‘we’re idiots for not catching you sooner’ things.”

Wanda laughs, closing her eyes. “If that’s the case then maybe we should be in prison— they’re the idiots for not catching us sooner.”

The other two laugh as well, clearly agreeing, and y/n has to bite her lip to keep from joining in. She should not be laughing at the fact that they’re all in jail together. It is kind of funny, though— the circumstances that is. Only they could manage to do something like this.

“I still can’t believe you made all the cars in the city disappear.” She huffs, the corner of her traitorus mouth ticking up.

The red-haired girls eyes fly open, cheeks flooding the same shade. “It was an accident!”

“And—” Loki chimes in matter of factly, leaning down to brush his nose across her cheek— “we brought them all back. So, no harm done.”

She barks out a laugh, slipping her hand up around his jaw, patting his cheek lightly. “Oh yeah, no harm at all, baby. Just tri-state trauma. A couple thousand trips to therapy. Can someone tell me again why, though, you made the cars disappear?”

Wanda pouts at her and y/n scrunches her nose— she wants to be mad so badly but it’s impossible. She’s too cute. They all are. It’s infuriating. She passes the witch a small smile, the humor of the situation catching up to her. She falls deeper against the trickster god, dropping her hand from his cheek and instead lacing her fingers with his. In turn his lips press against her head.

Bucky shrugs, drawing her attention to the super soldier. “I don’t like it when you have plans.”

He says it so nonchalantly, an easy grin spread across his handsome face. He says it like it’s a fact. She supposes that it is but that still doesn’t explain anything. She nudges his foot back, rolling her eyes, and all he does is wink at her. It’s quite clear that he doesn’t give a single shit about the actions that lead up to his back being pressed against the concrete wall of the Brooklyn Police Department cells.

“To be fair—” Wanda adds— “it was only supposed to be one car.”

“Your car.” Loki.

She sighs— she should have seen that one coming. “My car?”

“Yep.”

“Yes.”

The god and the witch give their affirmatives and her eyes flit to Bucky for the third confirmation.

“I really don’t like when you have plans?” Bucky shrugs again, only looking slightly more guilty about it— as in, not at all still.

She sighs, thumping her head against Loki. “I was going grocery shopping— and I asked if you wanted to come with me!”

The god behind her laughs, his chest purring below her. “And I told you, love, that I didn’t.”

“So the immediate course of action was to make my car vanish?”

Bucky snorts and Wanda giggles alongside him, both clearly amused. “We were on a time crunch, doll. You were walking out the door.”

Y/n huffs, smile twisting her lips, a few giggles spilling out of her lips. A family of criminals, that’s now what they are. Quite literally as thick as thieves. Stark’s probably having a field day with this one right now. She can already hear the lecture. You’re supposed to be keeping them in line, Y/n. Whatever, tinman. How about you try it if it’s so easy. She giggles harder— she would give all the money in her wallet to see him in this cell.

“You guys are the worst—” she laughs, finally breaking because, hey, what else is she supposed to do— “I can’t believe you got me taken down with you. I’m an innocent!”

“Aiding and abetting is still a crime.” Bucky teases.

“How did I—”

“You tried to shove me in the closet.” Wanda deapans.

Oh. Yeah. She did do that, didn’t she? Oops.

“If you hadn’t have started laughing it would have worked.” She grumbles back, shaking her head at the witch who— as is on brand for her at this point— giggles.

“It’s not my fault! Bucky was—”

“I should not be left in charge of stuff like this. I don’t get paid enough. I don’t get paid, period.”

Wanda’s plea gets lost in the sound of an exhausted, familiar voice. Pepper Potts rounds the corner in the next second, head turned to the guard beside her, keys clutched firmly in one hand and cellphone in the other, held away from her face. The press no doubt.

“Never date an Avenger—” she scolds the guard, her tone light but her eyes serious— “you’ll go grey at thirty.”

Pepper’s eyes snap to y/n and she raises her strawberry blonde brows, shaking her head. That was definitely aimed at her. Too late, Pepper. Another guard rounds the corner, stopping to join the conversation, and y/n turns back to the rag tag team— her rag tag team— reiterating Pepper’s head shake through one of her own. She slides forward, pulling Loki along with her, until she's huddled against the wall between the super soldier and the god. Wanda doesn’t protest, only sits up long enough for her head to shift from one shoulder to the next.

For a few moments they just sit there in silence, listening to Pepper bargain for their freedom, until finally Bucky speaks up, his voice gravelly and not nearly as low as should be. He really doesn’t give a fuck.

“Can you believe they call us criminals when he’s assaulting us with that haircut?”

Three groans sound— three stifled giggles— as Pepper’s head springs up, her eyes bugging out of her face.

“Bucky!”

“What did he say?”

“You little punk!” Little— sure.

And that is the story of how James “Bucky” Barnes earned a witch, a god, a girlfriend, and him, a super soldier, four extra hours at the Brooklyn Police Department.

[cryptixani]

Hi I just found your blog and I love it! Could I please have a romantic MHA matchup?💕 (pronouns: she/her) I would prefer villains & whatever relationship vibe you want to give me but I do like some validation here and there

I’m 22, I have brown eyes and bright pink dyed hair I love art like drawing and painting, art history, and baking!

I HATE bugs and I cry if one is ever near me lol. Other pet peeves: people walking really slow in front of me, people coughing in public without covering up

I’m very empathetic and always trying to lighten the mood and make people happy. I’m very chill and don’t have problems with anyone (unless they’re rude or mean to me or my friends) I can’t stand people who are rude ignorant. I’m super indecisive and need a lot of validation. A quirk someone gave me once was reality warping (kinda like the scarlet witch) and they said I would have like choatic / trickster type vibes (like loki) and that’s my dream quirk.

I’m b l i n d so always wearing my glasses haha also I love having a sense of humor. I also have anxiety and can be way too emotional sometimes. I love tie dye clothes, makeup, and everything pastel.

Sorry if this is way too much! but thank you sm :)

hi lovely!! i'm so so sorry this took so long for me to get round to, but i hope you enjoy your matchup nonetheless!!!

your MHA matchup is...

Tomura Shigaraki!!!

• okay i am absolutely sensing a lil enemies/rivals to lovers scenario here, from the moment i read that you hate rude and ignorant people, because let's be real here, both of those can apply to tomura

• i think your difficult relationship would begin to even out when he got to know you and your power further, he can't help but respect your powerful quirk and your trickster attitude both irritates him (he views it as arrogant at first) and amuses him.

• beyond that, the relationship is kind of opposites attracting as tomura slowly realizes that the aspects of you that annoyed him initially are beginning to seem more and more...cute. like the way you try and brighten the mood in a room. suddenly it's not that you're an insufferable people pleaser, but an optimistic sweetheart that actually manages to brighten his mood too, just by walking into a room

• he silently admires your interests and likes to watch you draw and paint and bake, or listen to you ramble about art history and anything else that interests you. he acts like its annoying but when you stop talking he gets all pouty and glares at you until you continue

• he's a bit unsure how to help with your anxiety at first, he's never experienced much comfort or help for his own mental health issues so he doesn't have that experience to apply, but if you explain to him what you need during those moments he'll likely follow your instructions to a t, and when he gets more familiar with helping you, he'll get better at it

• he pretends its an inconvenience, but he's also more than happy to kill bugs for you <3 he considers it a love language, even

i hope you enjoyed your matchup, have a great day!!

[marvelsimp]

The New Kid: Friend or Foe

The New Kid Masterlist

Ch. 5

Genre: Fluff? Pairing: Peter & Lesbian!reader, Avengers & Reader, (eventual Wanda x Reader it’s a slow burn) Warnings: violence(training), blood, stabbed, strong language Description: Y/n is getting used to living in the tower and makes an unlikely friend Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath. Word Count: 2278

“You can’t pull your punches, Y/n/n.  In a real fight, you’re gonna have to fight for your life.”

“You know my whole power set is pacifist.”

“That’s why I have to train you,” said the slightly annoyed red-haired woman. “Now get your head in the game and let’s go again.”

You scoffed; you were frustrated that you had to do this.  That you had to learn how to hurt people.  You took a moment to stretch and you both went back into your fighting stances to start again.

You went to punch her face, but she dodged, she then raised her leg and tried to kick but you caught her foot.  She quickly got her foot free before you could do anything with it.  This went on for a while, you both got some good punches and kicks.  You did land on your ass a few times, but you got up each time and went back to it.

“Time out”

Thank god.

Steve walked in. Oh god no. You knew what was coming, you were gonna have to fight Steve.  You very dramatically fell on the floor and spread out. “Come on, Nat. This is creeping up on child abuse,” you laugh.

You earned a chuckle out of both of them.  Steve stood above you and offered you his hand to which you accepted. Nat went onto showing you some simple moves to help you fight someone bigger than you after about an hour you finally got to go and get a shower and really start your day.

The last week and a half passed by quickly.  Peter stayed at the tower for the first few nights but went back home once school started.  But he would come after patrol and he still video called during homework, like usual.  

Most of your time was spent in one of the labs.  You have been helping Tony with one of his suits as a way for him to familiarize you with the machines and programs.  Bruce did less hands-on work he worked on calculations for his own projects and did some work for SHEILD.  You went down to the Med Lab a few times to give Dr. Cho some blood samples or some information about your powers.  She took a small sample of skin, fat, and muscle from your thigh, but it healed within a minute like nothing ever happened.  

You also spent some time in the gym, which you hated but the others made it a little more fun.  You were really only doing it to get ready for training with Nat.  When you first went in you had no clue what you were doing.  Sam, Bucky, and Steve were doing some training exercise when you entered but Sam quickly saw your very clueless face and walked over to help.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hi.”

“I’m assuming you have no clue what you’re doing?  You look as clueless as I would if I went up to the Tech Lab.”

“That obvious?”

He let out a chuckle.  Sam gave you some stretches to warm up and then showed you how to use some of the machines.  He gave you advice on how long to use each machine and told you that if you needed anything just yell.  The rest of your time in the gym you watched the three men do whatever they were doing.  Sam and Bucky’s bickering was very entertaining and so was Steve yelling at them to focus. You were there for around an hour every day until Nat started to train you.  You very quickly learned that you grew muscle faster than the average person and you weren’t sore for very long.  

When you weren’t in the lab or the gym you were probably in your room playing a game or you were talking to Wanda while she was making a meal. “So, are you the assigned cook?” you joked.  You’d only ever seen Wanda prepare meals since you got here.

Wanda just shook her head, “Not really.  I just enjoy it, so I usually am the one to cook.  But Bruce sometimes cooks and so do Steve and Bucky. When I first joined I helped Steve add a bit of flavor to his meals.  Thank god I didn’t live in the 40s.” She laughed a little, you love her laugh and smile, they seem to make the room a little brighter.

You weren’t a cook yourself so you didn’t help too much, but you would talk to her and get her something if she needed it but usually, she’d just use her powers.  

That’s really the only time that you see Wanda, most of her day is spent training.  She’s Strange’s apprentice.  You still haven’t met him, for someone who can make portals you’d think he’d pop in at some point.  You asked Wanda about seeing him, but she told you that you need to be invited or it needs to be something important.  She warned against pissing him off because it takes a while to get back on his good side.  But she told you she’d mention it to him.

You got into a rhythm of training, breakfast, tech lab, lunch, med lab, tech lab, supper, and Video games, the library, or more time in the tech lab.  It was rarely thrown off.  Every few days someone would go out for a mission or return from one.  Nat only missed two training sessions, so Bucky stood in.  You enjoyed training with Nat, but Bucky made sure to put some fun into it.   At first, he seemed so cold but after some warming up, he really was just a big Teddy Bear.  He can still be an ass though.

Your days stayed on this loop for another week until Thor returned with Loki.  No one fully trusted Loki so Stark ended up putting a tracker on him that Wanda enchanted so that Loki couldn’t remove or deactivate it… he was not impressed.  Well, he was, just not pleased.

“You must be Lady Y/n,” Loki smirked.

Thor whacked the back of Loki’s head. “Be good,” he whispered.

Loki just let out a mischievous laugh, “Don’t worry brother.”  Loki turned back to you, “So you’re the one who discovered me? I wouldn’t expect a mere mortal would be able to find me out... not even THE Scarlet Witch did.”

“You’re impressed?” you scoffed. “Or maybe a little jealous.” You knew that he’s the god of mischief and you aren’t gonna deal with any of his shit, you’ve got enough going on.

“No,” he defended, “Just interested.”

“I’m a telepath and empath,” you explained, “and a healer.”

“Oh! So, you cheated!”

“What do you mean cheat? Your thoughts were so loud you were giving me a headache!”

“I will get my revenge.”

He’s going to so annoying, isn’t he?

Loki was surprisingly quiet over the next week until you went to the tower’s library.  

The library itself is a whole floor, it has a copy of every book you could think of.  It even has a librarian who is almost constantly putting up new releases.  It’s a bookworm’s dream.  

You wanted to find a physics book or two and you weren’t against finding a new queer fantasy book.  You returned your books and asked Mx. Anderson where you could find what you were looking for and they quickly gave you directions and suggestions.

You found and picked out a few physics books and then made your way to the young adult section. The queer books have a rainbow sticker on the spine.  You picked out a few then headed to leave, you walked into the “classics” section and there was Loki on a couch reading with a pile of books next to him.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Hello,” said the Asgardian who didn’t even look up from his book.

You bent down a little to sew the cover of the surprisingly thin book. “Oh, you’re reading Shakespeare!” He was reading Hamlet.  “My favorite is Romeo and Juliet. Have you read it yet?” He finally looked up from his book.  “No,” he seemed a little confused, “But I did read a few others of his work and I think that is in my stack.” He turned to find it. “It has such odd language compared to the rest of you.”

“They were written like four hundred years ago,” you explained, sitting next to him.

“Ah, language does change quite quickly.”

You nodded in agreement.

“What are you reading?” he said pointing at your stack of books.

“Oh, uh um. These big books are physics books, and these smaller ones are fantasy romance.”

“Hmm, you don’t seem to be one who reads romance.”

“Well, I’m really more into it for the fantasy elements but I do enjoy a good romance.”

He gave you a smirk,” Besides Romeo and Juliet and any of Shakespeare’s works. Do you have any recommendations for me?”

You went on to recommend some classics and some more recent books.  He listened to every word and asked a few questions.  You didn’t stay long; you were tired and just wanted to dive into one of your books.  You would usually be in the lab at this time, but it was nice to have a few hours to yourself before dinner.  

“Knock, knock,” said a voice at your door.

“Hm?” you looked up. “Peter!” you set down your book and ran to him for a hug.  It had been a while since Peter had come to the tower.  He hadn’t even been introduced to Loki, formally that is.  ‘How’s my favorite bug!”

Peter let out a laugh, “Good! You’re acting like we don’t talk every day.”

“Video calls and in-person are completely different things! Anyways what are you doing here?”

“It’s Thursday aka movie night.”

“Oh, yeah!”

You and Peter walked out of your room and went to the common space to eat dinner.

“Lady Y/n,” said a booming voice.

“Yes, Thor!”

“Would you and the Man of Spiders like to sit next to me and my brother?”

“Yes, we’d love that,” you laughed.

“So, you’re telling me that you’ve never had ice cream!” you practically yelled at Loki.

Everyone was surprised with how comfortable you and the trickster were with each other, especially Peter.  

“What’s with you and him?” Peter whispered.

“We bonded over books,” you whispered back. “Your girlfriend would like him.”

Peter smiled, he’s pleased that you’re getting along with everyone and most of all that you’re happy.  

The rest of the night was nice, it was just like the last two movie nights.  Dinner, talking, movie, and then Peter had to leave to finish his homework or go on patrol.  

The next week was just like you had gotten there but Loki had decided that it was a perfect time to really embrace his title.  He started to pull little pranks, nothing too bad or really anything that went beyond a little annoyance.  Or at least he didn’t until today.  

It was Saturday so you slept in because you thankfully did not have to go to training.  You were about to leave when you noticed a box on your desk.  It was about the size of a backpack.  So, you decided to open it and when you looked inside there was a black cat with emerald eyes.  Who got you a cat? You like cats and like…thanks?  But still, who would get you a cat out of nowhere? You picked up the cat and as soon as you did it started to transform, and you felt a sharp pain in your side.  The cat continued to transform into of course… Loki.  The raven hair man quickly sprinted out of your room to the common area.

You looked down and there was a fucking kitchen knife in your side.

“You bitch! I like this shirt!” you yelled while running out of your room.

When you entered the common room, Loki was nowhere to be seen.  But Nat, Bucky, and Steve were there.  “Where did he go?”

“Who?” Nat turned around and saw the knife in your side.  Her eyes widened, then she looked fucking pissed.  “What the fuck! Are you okay?”  The men's emotions followed the same track.

“Oh yeah,” you said nonchalantly.  You pulled the bloody knife out of your side.  Some blood soaked into your shirt’s fabric, but you weren’t worried.  But you do like this shirt… that bitch is gonna pay.

“Do you want me to kill him?” said the brunette man bluntly.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” You rushed into the elevator and told Friday to take you to Loki.

The elevator lowered to the Library. Of course.

“Sorry, Mx. Anderson!” you yelled while running by their desk. “There will be yelling and possibly blood shed!”  You already know where he is.  He’s in the classics.  

There he was sitting on the couch, nonchalantly reading the Iliad.

“You’re a fucking bitch you know?  I really like this shirt!” you waved the knife in your hand around.

“Oh please.  You’re a healer, you’ll be fine.”

You crossed your arms, “LOKI. My fucking shirt.”

He raised his arms in defense. “It just a blood and a slight rip.”

You walked up to Loki and took off your shirt, thankfully you were wearing an undershirt that you didn’t care about.  You handed the shirt to him.  “Fix it then.”

He accepted the shirt and scoffed. “Fine.” He waved his hand over the shirt and it was now good as new.

“See, that was easy.” You grabbed the shirt and started to walk away.  “And don’t stab me again! I think two assassins would very happily kill you!”

NEXT CHAPTER 

Ice Cream or Blood

[wrenhyperfixates]

The Gift

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Tony says no pets in the Tower, but since when has Loki ever listened to him? Warnings: like one curse word A/N: Any Tom Hiddleston stans out there should get the Easter egg in this one :)

Disclaimer: Picture not mine

“Oh, come on, Tony! Please,” you whined for the fifth time that week. “Not even just a little one?”

“Absolutely not. It’d make a mess of the place. Not to mention that this isn’t exactly the safest place for a pet.”

“So it gets into a lab accident and we have a super dog. Not the worst thing ever,” you said, half joking, though Tony actually seemed kind of intrigued now. You changed your tactic before he got any ideas. “Besides, it won’t make a mess. I’ll train it. And not all dogs shed.”

“I guess, but someone might be allergic,” Tony countered, thinking he delivered a winning argument.

“We can get a hypoallergenic dog,” you shot back, though you’d already checked with almost everyone and no one said they were.

Tony grumbled, running out of excuses to give as to why you couldn’t get the pet you’ve been pleading for the past few months. Tony had become somewhat of a father figure to you during your time in the Tower, and you’d been pretty sure you could use that to your advantage. Sadly, though, nothing had been working. In fact, that relationship had been more of a detriment to you than anything else as you didn’t want to make him upset with you. Otherwise, you might just go out and buy the pet of your choosing. Maybe even more than one. Although, to be fair, it was Tony’s building, and he was allowing you to live here rent free, so you should probably just drop it. But you really wanted a pet, and you knew you weren’t the only one.

“Sorry, but still no.”

“Fine,” you relented with an overdramatic sigh. “For now, anyway.”

“Thank you,” he said, going back to whatever he was tinkering with before you came in.

You pouted in the lab for a bit, hoping he might change his mind, but to no avail. Eventually you slinked out and went into one of the common rooms, plopping on the couch between Peter and Bucky.

“So, how’d it go?” Peter asked after popping a handful of Skittles into his mouth.

“No luck," you responded sourly, stealing some of the colorful candy from him. “None of my strategies are working.”

“What if we tried for something smaller?” Bucky offered. “Like a gerbil.”

“I guess,” you grumbled as you flopped back in exasperation. “But we’ve had our eye on that Cocker Spaniel for a while. A gerbil just wouldn’t be the same.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You all sat in silence for a bit and watched as Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck argued about what hunting season it is, mulling over the situation. Admitting defeat seemed to be the most likely option at the moment, but you hated to just give up when you were sure there was a way to get what you wanted and not have Tony be upset with you.

“I’ve got it!” Peter suddenly shouted, bubbling with excitement. “We go and adopt it and then tell Mr. Stark that it just followed us home!”

“Except he wouldn’t let us keep it even then,” you stated, having already thought of that yourself.

“So we hide it. Simple,” Bucky chimed in. “By the time he notices, Peter will be so emotionally bonded to it, Tony wouldn’t dare take it away.”

“Great idea, Mr. Bucky,” Peter said, high-fiving him.

“Yeah, if only there weren’t cameras everywhere. Not to mention a home system that tells him everything,” you added, growing more upset at the lack of options by the minute.

You pushed up from the couch as the episode’s end was heralded by Porky Pig’s “Th-th-that’s all folks.” After waving bye to your friends, you headed to your room to brainstorm in silence. The figure lurking in the shadows didn’t even register in your mind, so you had no idea that a certain god heard your whole conversation. Not only that, he was about to fix all your problems.

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“Mr. Loki, where are we going?” Peter inquired as he and Bucky were led into the city by the trickster god.

“All will be revealed, spiderling. I assure you.”

Bucky just shrugged when Peter looked at him, and so they continued following Loki through the busy New York streets. After hearing about your plight, he had hatched a plan to get you what you wanted. All it took was a bit of research on that infernal computer device, and he was pretty sure he’d found the right shelter. It was a far walk from the Tower, and since neither he nor his travel companions could drive, he resorted to taking the subway, an experience he’d rather not have again. Finally, they arrived at the destination, and Peter was about to burst with excitement.

“Mr. Loki!” he gasped. “This is exactly where we were looking for dogs!”

“But I have a feeling you knew that already,” Bucky said.

“Indeed,” Loki replied. “I must confess that I overheard your conversation in the common room yesterday.”

“Oh I get it now. You’re doing this for-”

“No time for speculation, we are here to get me a pet,” Loki interrupted, “Go on. After you, spiderling.”

Peter, still blissfully unaware of Loki’s true intentions, led the way into the shelter. They were greeted with the sound of happy barking and the distinct smell of dog treats. Loki had to admit, he wasn’t the biggest fan of animals. He found some to be more agreeable than others, such as a good steed, but overall he thought them to be more of a nuisance than anything else. Thor had bought a cat for Jane once, and it tore up half of his capes before he presented it to her. Loki was glad his brother kept it away from him and his belongings. Not to mention he didn’t appreciate the sheer number of similarities people said he had with felines. Dogs, however, he was fine with, so long as they were trained properly.

“Hello, how may I help...” the girl behind the front desk trailed off, her eyes going wide with excitement upon realizing who the trio was. “Y-you’re... Oh my gosh. My friends are never going to believe this! But, uh, how may I help you?”

None of the heroes were particularly comfortable with the attention and star struck gaze of the girl, so it took them a minute to get over their sheepishness. Loki looked at both his companions before realizing he would have to do the talking. He sighed but knew the look on your face would be worth it. You’d look at him the same way you had so many times before, whenever he did little things for you, whether it be rubbing your shoulders after a stressful day or brewing you a cup of tea on a chilly morning. The two of you weren’t dating, exactly, but you weren’t exactly not dating, either. Loki found himself incapable of asking you to make it official, lest it ruin what you currently had. He didn’t know what he’d do if you no longer casually held his hand or rested your head on his lap while reading in the evenings. Even though he was fairly certain you felt the same way, that last bit of doubt wouldn’t leave him alone. Besides, despite usually being quite a great thinker, he couldn’t come up with a good way to confess. He supposed that kissing you would do the trick, but he wasn’t brave enough for that, so getting you a dog would have to suffice for now.

“My friends here were looking at some of your dogs recently, and there is one that they are quite smitten with. We are here to adopt it.”

“That’s right! A Cocker Spaniel named Bobby,” Peter offered. “He hasn’t already been adopted, has he?”

“Nope!” the girl responded in a perky voice. “He’s all yours as soon as you fill out the proper paperwork.”

“Mr. Loki, are you sure about this. Mr. Stark told me I couldn’t get a dog.”

“Exactly. He told you, not me,” Loki replied, picking up a pen.

“Well, yeah, but I don’t really think he meant it just for me. I think it was more of a general kind of thing.” Loki and Bucky looked at him in exasperation for a second, wondering how he could still be so innocent, before he caught on. “Oh, ok. I get it now. Carry on.”

The three boys huddled around the page as Loki filled it out, providing Tony’s credit card as payment when the time came. It seemed appropriate, Loki thought, that Stark should have to pay for making you upset, and taking that in the most literal sense was the only somewhat acceptable way, it seemed. No longer could The God of Mischief go around stabbing those who hurt the ones he cared about. In a way, he missed the good old days, as he referred to them, but his new life led him to you, which made the rest of it fine with him, he decided, as he finished his signature with a flourish.

“There,” he declared, admiring the loop of his fancy, cursive L. “Finished.”

The girl disappeared into the back, only to return with Bobby a moment later. After giving the paperwork a quick once over, she handed the leash over to Bucky, who couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face. Peter immediately bent down to scratch the dark brown dog behind his ears.

“Who’s a good boy? You are! You’re a good boy!” he cooed.

“Spiderling, he hasn’t even done anything yet,” Loki said, somewhat perplexed, as Bobby rolled over onto his back, stopping at the god’s feet. “Though, I do suppose he is a rather good boy,” he added, an inexplicable smile tugging at his lips.

One stop at the pet store and a taxi ride later, both unknowingly paid for by Tony, they arrived back at the Tower with the newest member of their family. It wasn’t even ten minutes later that Tony strolled into the room where they were playing with Bobby. He stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed the dog, happily playing tug of war with Bucky.

“What is that?” he asked, pointing at the Cocker Spaniel.

“A dog,” Loki deadpanned.

“Yeah, no shit. I mean what is it doing here?”

“I adopted it. Really Stark, for a supposed genius you ask a lot of obvious questions.”

“Don’t get snippy with me, Rock of Ages,” Tony quipped back, gritting his teeth a little. “This is my Tower and I say no pets, except for maybe a goldfish.”

“Yes, this is your Tower, but it is our home, is it not? As thus, we should be allowed the simple pleasures of life, such as having a pet. After all, studies show that having a dog can reduce stress, something I’d say is rather important for people in our position.”

Tony glared for a minute, not really having a good response to that. Then he called your name, certain you were behind this.

“No, Mr. Stark,” Peter said. “They had nothing to do with this. Don’t blame them.”

“That’s right,” Bucky also defended you. “It was all us.”

It was already too late, though, and you appeared in the doorway. Loki had been planning on presenting your gift to you in some cute or clever way, but all he had time to do was a magic up a bow on the pup’s head, a green one, of course. Bobby started happily yapping at your arrival and trotted over to you, looking for a scratch behind the ear.

“Oh. My. Gosh. He’s adorable!” you exclaimed as he rolled over for belly rubs. “You finally got a dog for me, Tony? Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Sorry, but I can’t take credit for this,” he said, turning down the hug you were offering him by putting a hand up. Then he pointed at the mischievous trio whose doing it was.

“Well actually, it was mainly Loki,” Bucky said, nudging the god in the ribs.

“But Mr. Bucky, we all- Oh wait. Awwww,” Peter gushed as he realized what Loki was feeling.

“Oh. In that case, thank you Loki!” you shouted, throwing your arms around him in a hug.

Without a second’s hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, too, returning the embrace. “You are quite welcome, my darling.”

You nuzzled into the spot where his shoulder met his neck. In turn, he put his head on your own and breathed in your scent, forgetting the others in the room for a minute. It seemed you had, too, because you looked equally startled when Tony cleared his throat.

“Ok, fine. He can stay,” Tony conceded, “but only if he doesn’t wreck the place. And keep him out of the lab.”

You all chorused your thanks and, despite his harsh tone, could tell that Tony had already taken to Bobby, who was now the center of attention again. After playing with him for a bit, Bucky made some excuse about having to leave and took Peter with him, both of them wanting to give you some alone time with Loki.

“This really is very sweet, Loki,” you told him after a few minutes.

“Think nothing of it. It is my gift to you.”

“I feel bad, though. I don’t have anything for you,” you said, biting your lip. “Well, actually, I do have one thing that I can give you.”

“Oh? What would that be, my darling?”

The end of his sentence was nearly cut off by your lips crashing into his. The kiss was a little sloppy, but filled with so much love and desire that neither one of you cared. After gathering his wits, Loki kissed you back, cupping your cheeks as you grabbed his shoulders, still a little unsteady from surging forward.

“That,” you breathlessly whispered, pulling away as Bobby began barking again.

Later that night, Tony found you and Loki passed out on the couch, Bobby sprawled out across both your laps.

“Huh,” he mumbled, draping a blanket over your shoulders. “I guess it’s a good thing they got that dog, after all.”