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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 17

Revelations In Tønsberg | Loki x Reader

Thor accompanies you and Loki back to Tønsberg and a warm welcome from the Asgardian court. A far cry from the golden luxury of the The Golden Palace of the gods, but certainly more homey. The villagers get to know you better and secrets are revealed.

Warnings: 18+ for language & sexual content. Dirty talk, prince/princess kink? (is that a thing?), p in v to make up for the parental issues I'm exorcising in this fic. Rated D for Daddy issues and C for cosy.

A/N: what do you mean it's summer? No I obviously didn't slip on my timeline for posting by like 6 months I don't know what you're talking about.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics , @reveriesources and me.

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Your second journey by Bifrost was no more bearable than the first, leaving your head swimming and your stomach roiling as you came to a stop.

Thor laughed heartily and slapped Loki on the back, exchanging jovial words about your trist at the Golden Palace, no doubt. The god seemed to have no filter and no qualms about discussing your private life, even in the open square of Tønsberg.

With a gentle hand on your back, Loki led you forwards, your eyes still on the cobblestones while you attempted to get your bearings without being sick.

“Welcome back!” Brunnhilde’s voice carried across the harbour and you finally took the opportunity to take in your surroundings. In your haste to get away from the Avengers you had forgotten what had happened the last time you walked along the sea front of Tønsberg and suddenly it all came swimming back. The queasy feeling in your stomach intensified. “I worried we’d never see you hear again,” she strode across the sea soaked front, her arms wide and welcoming, “but we are happy to welcome you back.”

Thor opened his arms in return, beaming and ready to embrace the King of Asgard, but she bypassed him entirely and wrapped her arms around your middle, pulling you away from Loki and lifting your toes off the ground with the ferocity of her embrace.

“It’s good to see you as well, Brunnhilde.” The panic that had begun to rise ebbed away, and then there was another pressure at your back and Thor enveloped you in a bear hug, squeezing you into Brunnhilde.

“Loki’s little trouble maker, back in Tønsberg, I am so happy.” He thrilled, resting his cheek on top of your head and rubbing your arms. “I always wanted a sister-” he paused, “well, a sister that didn’t want to destroy everything -” You both went still as you remembered the prophecy left by Frigga. Thor floundered for words. “Anyway, we shall feast and drink and celebrate your return, I am sure. You are most welcome.”

“That’s quite enough,” Loki coughed, finding your hand again and guiding you, now slightly ruffled, back to his side. You stood on your tip toes and placed a wet kiss on his cheek, nuzzling him with your nose.

“Don’t be jealous,” you teased, and his arm around you tightened.

“Jealous? I am not jealous, I am concerned. I left you here once and -”

Jealous

You allowed the thought to float to him and watched as his eyes darkened.

I am not jealous of that oaf, merely protective. Surely that is allowed after two kidnapping attempts.

Brunnhilde’s eyes drifted from Loki to your face, watching as it dropped and your shoulders tensed, “-let’s not concern ourselves with the past. Let’s look to the future, come inside we just finished a council meeting so the hall is empty.” She turned and led the way towards the long hall, pulling her suit jacket tight around her middle against the biting wind whipping from the sea. While it’d been cold in America, here it was icy, but before you could shiver you felt the ring of Loki’s magic and a navy blue peacoat engulfed you, the inside already warm. You looked over at Loki, surprised that he wouldn’t put you in his own colours, and he merely smiled, looking out on the sea and pretending he hadn’t noticed your new attire, but you couldn’t help but notice the twinkle of emerald green in each shining button.

You looked out too, seeing the waves on the horizon cresting and falling, the gulls circling the frothing water and steadied yourself to take in Tønsberg with fresh eyes.

At your first visit, you’d visited Brunnhilde’s cottage, tucked away two streets back from the harbour, inconspicuous and modest. Now she was leading you towards the long, low building that stood in the centre of the main thoroughfare opposite the harbour. Above the door there was a symbol, tall lines forming a pyramid in a strangely familiar way.

Asgard’s Palace

Loki looked up too, taking your hand, this is the new symbol of Asgard and our rebuilt court. Welcome, Princess.

Princess. You hadn’t considered your role here either, that you weren’t just a visitor, but a royal visitor, at the pleasure of the Royal court, small as it was, modest as the Long Hall appeared. And your heart swelled with pride and belonging. Loki squeezed your hand again, the same pride reflected in his eyes.

You looked around again, viewing the village with fresh eyes.

Behind the village itself, building work had started on further homes and the dock, which on your previous visit only held a few fishing boats, was full of tourist vessels bobbing next to wooden row boats.

Thor opened the door of the long building, waving his arm for you to enter.

“Welcome to the Asgardian Court, Princess Estrid.” Thor bowed as you passed and you heard the unmistakable sound of Loki smacking him playfully on the back of the head as he followed.

Inside the hall was reassuringly simple and looked very much like the village halls you had seen once or twice during your time in London. The noticeboard was full of flyers for music lessons, hobby groups and items for sale, a few images of a village fete and a sign up list for organising events had a few scrawled names, but no contact details. You sighed in relief, half expecting to be thrown back into the excess of the Golden Palace alongside its rules and regulations. But life in the Long Hall seemed much more relaxed and familiar.

A few people were moving chairs around, stacking them at the edges of the room, calling to each other as they worked. The smell of brewing tea and freshly baked biscuits wafted from the open hatch to the kitchen where a group of older Asgardians carefully placed doilies on trays and arranged mugs.

The only out of place item was a blue and gold velvet curtain that decorated a dais at one end of the room. Even in the winter light the floor to ceiling windows let in enough light to make the gold brocade shine.

“Sorry, it’s - King stuff, you know?” Brunnhilde shrugged, almost embarrassed by the pdecadence of the set u[, and waved to another Asgardian in the kitchen, holding her hand up and mouthing drinking, a chorus of ‘just a minute’ responded and before you knew it there was a table set in the middle of the hall, drinks and food covering the surface.

“By Loki’s face I’m assuming this is more than a social call,” Brunnhilde asked, pouring a large cup of tea into a pint sized mug with Authentic Asgardian Mead printed on the side.

“Wise as ever,” Loki smiled, “we have come to ask you more questions about Estrid.” Under the table he took your hand, twining your fingers together. “We met another god, claiming to know her, he attempted to kidnap her and - we heard a prophecy.”

Brunnhilde lent into her chair, rocking it on its legs while Loki described your encounter during the Avenger’s mission and raising an eyebrow at his admission that a prophecy was involved.

“Well, you’ve certainly been busy, I thought she’d keep you out of trouble, not get you into more of it.” She grinned and Thor laughed, shaking his brother’s shoulder.

“She surely is Trouble,” Thor smiled indulgently, ruffling the top of your head.

“But Loki says he couldn’t see him, he was tall, he had this spear -” suddenly it all bubbled to the surface and you had to get it out, everything you’d seen, what had happened. Between sips of the tea that appeared in front of you, you told Brunnhilde everything.

“Lugh,” Brunnhilde said, thoughtfully, “it was a five pointed spear, correct?”

You both nodded and Brunnhilde rocked her chair again, “definitely Lugh, and he knew your mother? And that you should go with him?” She raised an eyebrow again before looking away thoughtfully.

“He said it over and over, he wanted me to go with him, and said it wasn’t safe for me.” The legs of her chair hit the floor with a thump.

“And now tell me about the prophecy.”

Loki took the marble from his pocket and placed the halves together again, releasing the voice of his mother into the room. The Asgardians fell silent, those still tidying from the council meeting stopped and bowed their heads at the memory of their fallen Queen.

“I saw a vision of a flock in chaos, a singular lamb frolicked in its midst, a lamb with a fiery fleece. It has burnt the farm. But from the ashes rises lush land, strong crops and healthy babes. I have told this vision to my husband, and Lugh, he does not believe me when I say she is no threat, he believes this to be a prophecy of Ragnarok, he cannot see the verdant land beyond the fire. You must hide the girl, my friend, I can protect her no longer.”

“Frigga,” Brunnhilde whispered, “she had many visions but, I can’t understand why you think this pertains to you?” She turned to you, studying your face. “We have no idea why Frigga sent this to Lugh, if you are the lamb mentioned or the girl. I do not see why he should be involved or concerned with you at all.”

“They were friends, were they not?” One of the villagers said from the kitchen, leaning through the hatch, “Lugh and Brigid, they were firm friends, often talking at the events. Frigga knew Lugh by associate as well. Perhaps that’s why?”

“Yes, yes,” another agreed. “He was always chatting to the women folk, a kind, gentle man, never married himself mind.” Another dropped off a plate of kanelbulle, the deep scent of cinnamon wafting down the table.

“Perhaps it’s time the girl heard all,” the time roughened voice came from behind you this time but there were many nods and noises of agreement throughout the room.

Brunnhilde looked uncomfortable, but settled in her chair nonetheless. “Your mother was married to a man called Bres, a god of sorts who joined with your mother’s pantheon, he even became King, for a time. He was a Midgardian god as Odin was, residing in a place called the Otherworld. He was deeply unpopular, I didn’t want to upset you, when you visited before, you and Loki looked so happy I - I’m sorry. I should have told you, he was not a well liked God, but I wanted to spare you. Your mother though,” a ripple of happy sighs and murmers fluttered around the room and you were instantly self conscious. “She was very well liked, she visited Asgard many times.”

“So… why did she marry this Bres? Is he my father?”

“They didn’t love each other did they?” Tears welled in your eyes, for all your fears that you’d be sold into a loveless, political marriage, it had never occured to you that this fate had already befallen your mother.

“No, I’m sorry, I believe that your mother, Brigid, loved another. Though I’m not sure who. But Bres is not your father, your mother was already pregnant, you see, when the marriage was arranged and you were born just before the ceremony. Your mother was a free spirit, she liked to travel and make friends, she brought back floral and fauna, stories and trinkets, art, crafts and, after a longer journey. You.”

The four of you sat in silence for a few moments, contemplating what Brunnhilde had said. Bres really should have been your father and, officially, he was. But your mother didn’t love him and they weren’t married when you were born - your head swam with new information.

“I remember.” A voice coughed behind you, stuttering through the passages of time, the stooped Asgardian shuffled around the table. Thor stood and offered her his seat, sliding the chair back into place and standing regally behind it.

“Please,” you reached your free hand across the table towards the woman, considering Loki was easily two thousand years old, the woman must have been ancient, her face creased with memories, her skin paper thin. “I remember you,” and the memory lit up her eyes, “Estrid, Brigidsdotter, you brought so much joy to the palace, small one. And your mother loved you very much, so much that she brought you many times to spare you from Bres.” At his name the woman looked angry, her lips pursing.

“She did?” Your eyes welled with tears, you had wondered why you were left on Asgard so much, how you’d come to know the Princes so well if your mother had loved you.

“My dear small one, you are young, you will learn, sometimes loss is its own kind of affection, she took that burden for you, to protect you.” She paused to cough and you offered her a cup of tea from the pot. “Thank you, always so kind - He was not kind though, he came to you once and there was such shouting as you have never heard, the palace rocked with the sound of it - and in the morning,” she coughed again, “you were gone, small one, the boys, they had forgotten it all.” She reached a hand up and Thor took it between his palms as gently as if he held a small bird.

“We forgot?” He asked.

“You all forgot, she made you, the Queen, it was for the best for you to forget, so that it would not hurt you to be separated. Especially you, Prince of Mischief.” He eyes twinkled as she smiled at Loki. “I assumed it was to hide you from Bres again, but then Odin sent out a party to search for you.” She hummed, eyes closing a second longer than necessary when she blinked.

“He wanted her back? Safe?” Loki asked.

“He wanted to imprison you I suppose.” She coughed and brought a handkerchief from the sleeve of her cardigan. “You,who had brought so much joy and so much trouble to his doorstep, he was afraid of you.” She laughed but it turned into another wet, painful, cough.

Loki shook his head, “how can that be, the Allfather, afraid of a girl -” he turned to you quickly, “no offence meant, my Darling,” he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your fingers.

“No, of course, he is, was, the Allfather, how could he have feared me.” Confusion crossed your face and the old lady patted your hand.

“Small one, full of power, so much power you could not comprehend. The prophecy, it was about you and he feared you would bring Ragnarok if you stayed, you would burn the city with your magic and dance in the flames.” She shrugged, her cardigan sliding on her thin shoulders, and then took a draught of her tea, smacking her lips and reaching for a biscuit when she was done.

“But Ragnarok happened already, that’s why we’re here,” Loki scrunched his brow, “and it was Hela, it was nothing to do with Estrid.”

“Well maybe it was wrong, what do I know.” She patted Thor’s hand. “But I do know,” her eyes twinkled and if you didn’t know better, you’d say it was the same spark of mischief that Loki possessed, “I do know that Lugh,” she said his name like a sigh, one hand over her heart, “he was a kind man to all, and he loved your mother, so very much, that he would protect you, even now. He didn’t know how, of course, but he visited you once and Bres - well - as I say, it shook the palace.”

Tears were threatening again, you couldn’t help it, it was all too much, should you have gone with him? Trusted him? Had he kidnapped you or was it another? Your mind raced.

“I’m sorry, small one, I grow very weary, I am not as spritely as I once was.”

“Thank you, thank you so much.” You reached across the table to hug her, your senses filling with an instant calm, a forgotten memory of the Asgardian nursery, the school rooms billowing with chalk dust and the grey teacher who watched over your work. “Thank you.”

“Oh small one, it is my pleasure to see you so well again.” She smiled back, but tears didn’t come, instead her eyes looked milky and unfocussed, “I - Princess Estrid, what in the Nine Realms are you wearing - and Prince Loki, do unhand the young girl - I was - I was - look at the board -” she made a half turn, stumbling into Thor’s arms, “I must -”

Thor tucked her tiny arm in his and kept her upright, “I shall escort her home, I know the way.” He nodded at you all, “I trust we shall discuss this later?”

“Yes, of course brother, later.” Loki touched his elbow as he passed while you stared at the noticeboard again, silent tears spilling down your cheeks.

When you’d helped to tidy away the table and the other Asgardian ladies had fussed over you awhile, Loki decided it was time to retire and discuss all that had been revealed to you. He had watched you working, leaning against Brunnhilde’s throne, while they spoke in hushed voices about the prophecy.

Outside of the tall windows the night had drawn in quickly, the sun already below the horizon despite the fact it was only mid-afternoon. In the lamplight you could see thick flakes of snow passing in and out of the light.

“My darling,” Loki cooed, arms curling around your waist and his chin on your shoulder, “you work with my people is much appreciated, but I believe we should leave now, we have much to discuss.”

You nodded in agreement and said goodbye to your new Asgardian friends. They were friendly, happy people, relaxing into their new life as much as they could with the weight of their loss still hanging heavy over them. You remembered snippets of life in Asgard, but the sheltered palace and walled grounds were a world away from the casual court of this new land, and you had to admit you enjoyed it.

At the door of the long hall Loki waved his hand, alongside your coat, a matching hat and gloves appeared. His own fell around his knees, accentuating the long lines of his body, and he lifted the collar against the chill breeze shifting the airy snow across the doorstep.

Naturally, you fell into step next to each other, your arms linked and shoulders bumping together. You passed the turning for Brunnhilde’s road and suddenly your heart hammered, you had made it this far last time. You had walked from Brunnhilde’s home to the harbour’s edge, you’d watched the boats, far fewer boats then, bobbing in the waves, and now you were watching them creak against the crisp wind, snow icing their edges.

“You have nothing to fear, Asynja,” Loki assured, putting his arm around your waist instead. You had to walk slower, but you did feel safer this close to his body.

“I know -” you took a deep breath, watching it mist in the air as you exhaled, “I was alone before.”

“Though I’m truly sorry, beyond any words, that I was not here to escort you before, that isn’t what I meant.” He stopped you then and your heart beat wildly. The cottages were lit up in the darkness and you longed to be safe inside. “You have nothing to fear, anything out here stalking you now -” you hitched a breath, “- not that there is,” he cupped your cheeks, tipping your chin up. “There is nothing out here that your power cannot match, nothing that you cannot beat, you have no reason to fear, they should be afraid of you.” His eyes were ablaze, firm and proud.

“I don’t know about that, Loki, I-”

“Darling, you are Princess Estrid, daughter of Brigid, this is a magnificent lineage all of its own. I’ve seen what you can do, what your raw magic can create, you have nothing to fear.”

“Okay,” you weren’t entirely convinced, but Loki’s surety made you feel as if you could take on the world anyway, just as long as he was by your side.

“It seems I need to prove it to you further,” he stepped away from you, taking the coat he’d conjured with him and a chill ran up your spine, the flare of magic was as natural as the shiver itself, a heavy cloak and fur collar fell about you, fluffing up behind your neck to protect you from any further cold.

Loki smiled, the predatory smile he employed when he had been proved right, “without thought, my darling, you look truly regal, as you deserve to be.” He approached you again, holding his hand out and, as it touched yours, he allowed himself to exchange his modern peacoat for a matching robe.

“Do you believe me now, Princess?” He teased the question against your lips, pulling back when you leaned into him.

“Yes, I believe you.” You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Good,” Loki’s cold lips met yours, as all consuming as his belief in you, you tipped your head, deepening the kiss until your tongues slid together, noses brushing and the snow falling like glitter around you.

You stumbled over the threshold of Loki’s Tønsberg home intending to take in the details of his cottage, to learn more about him, to talk over the new information revealed at the long hall. But his lips on your neck, pushing the heavy fabric to the floor where it billowed into glittering magic at your feet, the overwhelming scent of him as he slammed the door behind you both and pressed you into the wall. You were incapable of thinking of anything else, of this god before you, a Prince, and you felt every inch the Princess he believed you could be. That sensation alone filled you with a burning desire.

“Loki,” you moaned and he groaned against your lips.

“Say my name,” he growled, “say it again.”

“Only if -” you panted, pulling away to drag your sweater over your head, “only if you call me Princess again.”

Loki’s eyes darkened, his smile feral as he loomed over you, one hand braced against the wall, his body hovering over yours, barely touching, the other traced your ear, down your cheek, to your lips. “You like when I call you Princess?” he purred, dragging your bottom lip with his thumb and you latched onto it, drawing the digit into your mouth and nodding. “Then who am I to deny you, Princess.”

“Ugh, Loki,” you sagged against the wall, reaching for his lapels and drawing him back into your kisses.

“That’s a good girl,” he swept you up in his kiss, lifting you into his arms and carrying you up the narrow stairs to his bedroom. Candles flickered as you passed, illuminating the room in a golden glow.

Loki’s bed was huge, taking up a large portion of the room with its posts and swathes of emerald velvet. He’d placed you on an equally luxurious blanket, but you could feel the cold slick of silk behind you.

He prowled towards you, crowding you backwards into the pillows and crushing your lips together again. Your hands sought the hard planes of his chest, ripping the buttons from his shirt and revealing the dips of his muscles to your hungry eyes.

“I need you so badly, fuck -” you dug your hands into his hair, needing something, anything, to ground you.

“Darling,” his chest rumbled with each breath, his kisses deep and languid.

You weren’t sure whose magic removed the rest of your clothes, but you knew when you could feel the hard length of him against your thigh that this was exactly where you needed to be, where you had always belonged. You canted your hips against him, trying to gain any friction to quell the aching between your legs.

“My Princess,” he looked down at you, his eyes full of emotion and lust, blurred together into an intoxicating cocktail, you shivered again, your own slick mixing with the precum leaking onto your leg. “Are you going to keep being a good girl for me?” He asked, nosing at the sensitive spot on your neck, licking over the pulse.

“Do you want me to be good?” You teased back, wrapping your legs around his hips.

It took him a moment to answer while he took in your prone form, spread below him in the candlelight, sparking with magic, before he met your eyes again, notching the head of his cock at your entrance.

“No, I don’t,” he grinned. “I want you to be bad, I want you to be naughty, my Goddess, my Asynja, I want you to be wicked and cruel and ruthless. I want you to take exactly what you want from me."

You clawed at his back, leaving red tracks on his porcelain skin while he snarled with lust, sheathing himself inside of you.

He was animalistic, growling as he set a punishing pace, his forehead pressed to yours.

You gripped his hips, using them to pull yourself closer, rolling your body to meet his with every thrust.

“Loki - ugh - My Prince!” You cried out, your stomach tightened, clenching around his hard length.

That feral smile returned and he slowed his movements, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him until you were seated in his lap, his cock, so deep, you could swear you could see the outline of him. His hands found your waist again, urging you to begin moving.

“My Prince,” you panted, squeezing your eyes closed at the sheer bliss of being so close to him, so connected you could feel his heartbeat inside of you.

“My Princess,” Loki sat up to kiss you, his muscles flexing, sweat dipping into each rivulet, “I want you to take your pleasure, my darling, let me be your throne, tell your court your wicked desires.”

With a moan you kissed the smile from his face, devouring him, his words like a match to tinder in your veins. And you moved. So slowly it was almost painful, teasing the length of him from your body, feeling the drag of each deliciously, thick inch against your fluttering walls, before lowering yourself again, hands on his chest, head tipped back in sheer ecstasy.

“That’s it, use my body for your pleasure, sit upon your throne.” He cried as he came hard inside you to the feel of your pulsing walls and tightening fingers.

As he rolled you over again you were sure you could get used to being a Princess.

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“And so, the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes” || in which your grumpy husband thinks it’s feasibly too early to start decorating for Christmas, but knows better than to mess with a Filipina and her decorations.

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌-𝐌𝐀𝐒 | sugar daddy!ransom drysdale visual board and blurb

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s and bottles of bubbles. Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble. Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines, buy myself all of my favorite things.”

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 | satoru gojo, toji fushigoro, ryoment sukuna, and aoi todo

how they are as gift givers (how soon do they shop, do they shop late, etc.)

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒��𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | steve rogers visual board and blurb

“Snowflake, I catch you tonight. Catch you and keep you on ice, my love. Snowflake, you know you’re the only one. There’s no one like you, so I’m gonna hide you, my sweet.”

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐀 | satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, and toji fushigoro x filipina!reader

so, it’s officially the night of december 24, also known as the most important day for filipinos, also known as…..the noche buena incident. time to bring your man home and see if he can survive in a houseful of nosey, all too-happy go-lucky filipinos.

By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 | druig x black!female oc

Flower & Druig are relaxing outside in the summer.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 | neville longbottom x black!female oc

Ruby Morgan is the new Charms Professor at Hogwarts this year. What happens when she gets close to a certain soft and sweet Herbology professor. These two become the talk of the school on just their chemistry alone & their not even together…yet.

By ☁︎☽ Cocoa ☁︎☽ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | life’s perfect ache!paul atreides x black!reader

Paul isn’t beating the ‘men are babies when they’re sick’ allegations

✶ 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | soft!dark lee bones x black!reader

“You want a revelation, You want to get right, But it's a conversation, I just can't have tonight”

By ⚘ Akane ⚘ @haravath0t

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 | althaim x reader

the local intelligent but stoic scribe alhaitham is minding his own business in the house of daena. it is only when you partake in some random antics in light of the holiday season that his eyes leave the work on his hands.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 | 40’s!steve rogers x reader

the holidays are nearing, and he cannot help but feel excited looking for trees with you now that he has a lot more strength than he used to

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 | neuvillette, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia

meeting the in-laws during the holidays…how does that work? (genshin men x Filipina!reader)

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 | 40’s!bucky barnes x reader

the most handsome man in brooklyn is here to take you to the rink.

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐀 | the forgers

the night of christmas eve has come! are the dishes a pass or fail? ask anya.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 | royal au!loki x reader

the prince has his eyes on you in this winter ball, but does he know you're a mere peasant?

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟕: 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 | ari levinson

A mad scientist and his wife. What’s that saying, curiosity killed the…

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟖: 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓? | johnny storm

A story of a stalker taking things a little too far.

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟗: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 | andy barber

A variation of the Headless Horseman.

By ☪︎ Gina ☪︎ @slvttyfied

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | chef!ari levinson x black!reader

Cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

#writers cafe boost ☕️♡#writer’s cafe monthly masterlist #☕️ november 2023 ☕️

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angelflms · 8 months ago

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Hello, hello, hello everyone! Ty here!

I'm not new to stan/pop culture, but I am new to Tumblr. It was mainly for me to be able to save fics on here but I decided that perhaps I should use it! I have a Wattpad, Instagram, Pinterest and many other accounts out there if you wanna follow (all under either angelflms or angelflms_)!

I'm hoping to find people who are interested in the things I'm interested in! So here are some of the things that intrigue me!

Favorite universes/shows/movies:

Marvel

HSMTMTS

Blue Beetle (2023)

Cobra Kai

Friends

Knives Out (2019)

Singers:

Sabrina Carpenter

Olivia Rodrigo

SZA

Summer Walker

Khalid

Doja Cat

Renee Rapp

Characters:

Monet De Haan

Jaime Reyes (movie rendition)

Zoya Lott

Harley Quinn

Kate Sharma

Anthony Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

Brunnhilde/Valkyrie

Robby Keene

Miguel Diaz

Tory Nichols

Famous People:

Olivia R.

Sabrina C.

Melissa Barrera

Jenna Ortega

Xolo Mariduena

Caleb McLaughlin

SZA

Sofia Wylie

Savannah Smith

And so much more!

Feel free to DM! I love interacting and talking to people who share the same interests as me! And if you want, totally go check out my other accounts, which are featured in my carrd. I just want this to extend to my series of other places to find me. Safe space all around here! Hope to hear from some of you guys soon!

Love,

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loganlostitall · 1 year ago

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C, F, L for ask game.

A ship I have never liked and probably never will:

Oooh girl you trying to get me in trouble LOL. Every ship from my last post probably falls under this category as well, besides Rickyl and Desus because I genuinely don’t think I’ve been in this fandom long enough to say that those won’t be my favorite ships in a few years. I don’t think they’ll grow on me but I also said that Daryl would never grow on me, and the same with Negan, soooo I’m not going to make the mistake of using those words ever again LOL.

I can say for TWD though that Daryl Dixon x Leah Shaw, Negan Smith x Alpha, and.. whew… Bethyl aren’t ever gonna be something I like. You’re gonna get me killed here. But Beth Greene x Daryl Dixon is almost exactly the same age gap as Amanda and I were, and you were already my friend when that whole mess happened so I’m sure that comes as no surprise to you. (Amanda is my ex girlfriend?? who was 38 when I was 15, fun time 😀). And Daryl was I believe 41 while Beth was 18 so that’s quite literally the same number of years. 23. No ty. It doesn’t nauseate me because she’d be an adult but I do try to avoid reading it; my mutuals can talk about it though if they want for all I care. I do in fact believe that Beth had a crush on Daryl and just wouldn’t have pursued him, looked for those traits elsewhere.

Marvel forever dislikes: Tony Stark x Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff x Puerto Maximoff, Gamora x Nebula, Peter Parker x Morgan Stark (seriously, ew), Thanos x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Thor Odinson, Odin Borrson x Hela Odindottir, Freyja Freyrdottir (Frigga) x Loki Laufeyson, May Parker-Jameson x Peter Parker, Norman Osborn x Peter Parker, Otto Octavius x Peter Parker, Skip Westcott x Peter Parker!!!!!!!!, Tony Stark x Sentient Armor, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Brunnhilde x Hela Odindottir, Thor Odinson x Carol Danvers, James Howlett x Anna Marie, if I listed them all I’d be here all night

DC forever dislikes: Alfred Pennyworth x Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne x Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Lucas Fox, Barbara Gordon, or any of Batman’s sidekicks (I think you get my point by now), Jack Napier x Harleen Quinzel, Jack Napier x Clark Kent, Hal Jordan x Arisia Rrab (she’s an entire child 😐), Dick Grayson x Catalina Flores (sexual assault), there are just so many more

Shameless forever dislikes: Fiona Gallagher x literally everyone she ever dated, Debbie Gallagher x all of her exes as well, Lip Gallagher x Mandy Milkovich (she rped him guys!!! don’t forget), Lip Gallagher x Karen Jackson, Karen Jackson x Frank Gallagher, Frank Gallagher x Sammi Slott (that’s your child dude…), Ian Gallagher x Kash Karib, Ian Gallagher x Caleb Daniels, Carl Gallagher x Kassidi Gallagher (typing that made me laugh 😭), Carl Gallagher x Dominique Winslow, Carl Gallagher x Tish (she rped him as well), Liam Gallagher x Sissy (MORE rpe), please just let my babies be happy and in love

Euphoria forever dislikes: Maddie Perez x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Jules Vaughn, Cal Jacobs x Nate Jacobs, Cal Jacobs x Jules Vaughn, Cassie Howard x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Fezco O’Neill, Fezco O’Neill x Ashtray

What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

I am still a Marvel and DC fan, so it’s gotta be those. I’ve literally been a fan since I was born.

Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

Maggie Rhee does her absolute best for her son. I… don’t have much /pos commentary besides that 😭

#ask game #ships I don’t like #ships I will never like #tw grooming #the walking dead #marvel #dc comics #shameless #euphoria #my longest time in a fandom #compliment a character that isn’t a favorite #please don’t come for me

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identity-library · 9 months ago

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Diverse Sexuality (Comics)

Archie (Comics)

Jughead Jones (Asexual)

Blue Lock (Manga)

Ryusei Shidou (Gay)

Marvel (Comics)

Aaron Fischer/Captain America (Gay)

Aikku Jokinen (Lesbian)

Alana Jobson/Jackpot (Lesbian)

Alani Ryan/Loa (Bisexual)

Albert Moon Jr./Silk (Gay)

Aldrif Oddinsdottir (Lesbian)

America Chavez (Lesbian)

Aneka (Lesbian)

Annabelle Riggs (Lesbian)

Aura Charles (Bisexual)

Avril Kincaid (Lesbian)

Ayo (Lesbian)

Beatrice Bartholomew/Cyclops-Lass (Unspecified WLW)

Benjamin Deeds/Morph (Gay)

Benjamin Thomas (Asexual, Demiromantic)

Brandon Sharpe/Striker (Gay)

Brunnhilde/Valkyrie (Bisexual)

Carl Valentino/Somnus (Gay)

Carmen Cruz/Gimmick (Lesbian)

Cessily Kincaid/Mercury (Bisexual)

Charlie Cluster (Bisexual)

Charlotte Webber/Sun-Spider (Pansexual)

Christian Frost/White Bishop (Gay)

Christopher O'Leary (Bisexual)

Claire Voyant (Bisexual)

Cloud (Queer)

Cooper Coen/Web-Weaver (Gay)

Cullen Bloodstone (Gay)

Daimon Hellstrom (Bisexual)

Daken Akihiro (Bisexual)

David Alleyne (Bisexual)

Dennis Dunphy (Gay)

Doop (Bisexual)

Elizabeth Braddock/Captain Britain (Bisexual)

Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead (Lesbian)

Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Bisexual)

Gabe/Bad Guy (Gay)

Gabrielle Diwa (Lesbian)

Gaveedra Seven/Shatterstar (Bisexual)

Gwendolyn Poole/Gwenpool (Aromantic, Asexual)

Heather Douglas/Moondragon (Lesbian)

Heather Tucker/Tempo (Lesbian)

Hector Baez (Gay)

Hector Pullman (Gay)

Heidi Sladkin/Riot (Lesbian)

Hercules (Gay)

Hercules Panhellenios (Bisexual)

Hiroim (Gay)

Ian Soo/Telekinian (Bisexual)

Irene Adler/Destiny (Bisexual)

Isaac Ikeda/Protector (Gay)

Jacob Oh (Gay)

James Howlett (Gay)

Jamie Rogers (Asexual)

Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar (Gay)

Jennifer Kale (Bisexual)

Jin Joon-Sung/Kid Juggernaut (Gay)

Judah Miller (Gay)

Julie Power/Lightspeed (Bisexual)

Julio Richter (Gay)

Karolina Dean (Lesbian)

Katherine "Kitty" Pryde (Bisexual)

Kolgoth Antares (Gay)

Korg (Gay)

Kyle Jinadu (Gay)

Loki Laufeyson (Bisexual)

Marcus Roston (Gay)

Max Modell (Gay)

Megan Gwynn (Unspecified WLW)

Megan Ogawa/Kappa (Bisexual)

Monica Sellers (Queer)

Morgan Red (Asexual)

Mors (Bisexual + Polyamorous)

Nadia Van Dyne (Asexual, Quoiromantic)

Nathaniel Carver/Hindsight (Gay)

Nico Minoru (Bisexual)

Noh-Varr/Captain Marvel (Bisexual)

Odessa Drake (Lesbian)

Peter Quill/Star-Lord (Bisexual + Polyamorous)

Phyla-Vell/Captain Marvel (Lesbian)

Priscilla "Shay" Smith (Lesbian)

Raven Darkhölme/Mystique (Bisexual)

Raz Malhotra/Giant-Man (Gay)

Rebecca "Rikki" Barnes (Bisexual)

Ren Kimura (Lesbian)

Renata Da Lima/Bouncer (Lesbian)

Robert "Bobby" Drake/Iceman (Gay)

Romeo (Gay)

Roxanne Washington (Lesbian)

Rūna/Valkyrie (Lesbian)

Satana Hellstrom (Bisexual)

Sera/The Hunter Queen (Lesbian)

Simon Lasker/Pyro (Gay)

Sinclair Abbott/Spymaster (Bisexual)

Steck'ee (Pansexual)

Tamara Blake/Iron Cat (Lesbian)

Theodore "Teddy" Kaplan-Altman/Hulkling (Gay)

Thomas "Tommy" Shepherd/Speed (Bisexual)

Toni Ho/Iron Patriot (Lesbian)

Val Ventura/Flatman (Gay)

Victor Borkowski/Anole (Gay)

Victoria Hand (Lesbian)

Vivian Vision (Lesbian)

Vnn (Gay)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Pansexual)

William "Billy" Kaplan-Altman/Wiccan (Gay)

Xavin (Pansexual)

Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma (Lesbian)

Yelena Belova/Black Widow (Asexual, Aromantic)

Ying Liu (Lesbian)

Yukio/Wild One (Bisexual)

Zoe Zimmer/Ms. Marvel (Lesbian)

Nanbaka (Manga)

Jyugo (Bisexual)

Nimona (Graphic Novel)

Ambrosius Goldenloin (Gay)

Ballister Boldheart (Gay)

Our Dreams at Dusk (Manga)

Anonymous (Aromantic, Asexual)

Ilya Tchaiko (Gay)

Kaname Tasuku (Gay)

Saki (Lesbian)

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redefinereality · 5 years ago

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Starter for Crossed Worlds RP.

Brunnhilde took a deep breath as she stepped off the stairs that lead down to the subway and looked around the city for the first time. The hustle and bustle, the tall buildings, the very smell of it, was so different from New Asgard. And yet, it wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar experience.

“I didn’t think any place on Midgard would remind me of Sakaar... but New York City does a pretty good job of coming close to it,” she said, looking around a little bit more. Yep, this definitely reminded the woman of that garbage planet she’d spent too long hiding on, and it made her itch for a drink already.

#crossedworldsrp #CWRPstarter #[ for group members only ]#c; brunnhilde

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storiesofwildfire · 6 years ago

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Constructing New Asgard

{ @chooserofslain -- plotted starter }

♔—- She wanted to say that everything had gone according to plan, that she’d stopped Thanos before he could do any further damage, but that hadn’t been the case. All of her efforts and all of the work everyone who interacted with and attempted to stop Thanos had been for nothing. Even surrendering the Tesseract to protect the rest of the surviving Aesir and faking her death to get away from Thanos and give herself more time to halt Thanos’ progress had been a waste.

Giving Thanos the Tesseract left a tremendous amount of guilt on her shoulders, but what else could she have done? Lied and said that she didn’t have it? That very well might have worked, until Thanos decided to slaughter everyone who survived Hela’s attack on Asgard and take Loki back into captivity as he’d done so many years ago after Loki’s fall from the Bifrost.

One way or another, the Mad Titan would have gotten his hands on the Tesseract. Unless, of course, Loki had simply run off with it. The thought crossed her mind. After all, it was the Space Gem. She could travel anywhere she wanted with it, far enough to keep it from Thanos, but if she had, what would have become of the rest of her people?

Anyone could say what they wanted about Loki’s time as king, but she’d proved she cared about the people of Asgard, that she wanted to see them thrive and prosper without living under a ruler who believed in violence, bloodshed, and conquest above all else. She put in the effort to protect them and to improve their way of life. For all intended purposes, she’d been a good king and despite the centuries she felt as if Asgard turned its back on her, they were her people.

Sacrificing them to protect an Infinity Stone from Thanos would have been the logical option, but an option that Loki could not opt for, no matter how much she screamed at herself to run for the greater good.

She hadn’t.

And she survived where so many others had not. The snap came and went as quickly as one would expect from such a simple gesture and just like that, half the universe’s population disappeared. They didn’t die, they simply ceased existing altogether. In a few simple words, she failed, despite her many attempts to ensure Thanos never succeeded in his mad plans. The burden of guilt that rested upon her shoulders spanned to many others who stood up to Thanos and failed and she was not alone in her feelings, but where did she have to go now? What more could she even do?

If nothing else, she had her children to survive for. Jörmungandr, Sleipnir, and Fenrir took shelter in Helheim with Hel and their adopted sister, Saga, a place where Thanos’ influence would not touch. After all, he only impacted living people and Helheim was no realm for the living. At least she did not suffer the loss every mother feared more than anything again.

Her children were not the only people she had left, though. Despite how small their numbers were now, she still had Asgard, a people broken and lost but not yet extinct. They suffered more loss than most and they were struggling to find a place they belonged.

Better judgment, after everything that transpired, told the Goddess not to return to them, that blame would likely be pinned on her as it so often was, and that they would not be accepting of Loki once they realized her current face belonged to the same person. She’d used her female visage for years to mingle with Aesir without them connecting her to the prince, but she was still very much herself. Would a change of face help her or hinder her, though, she wondered? If she were honest with the people of her identity, that was?

And as odd as it was, she didn’t want to lie to them anymore, she just wanted to help them get settled and transition to their less than ideal but workable conditions. They needed all the support they could get if they wanted to keep from losing their hope.

If any lingered at all.

Returning to them hadn’t been difficult, a simple tracking spell to follow where the remaining Aesir finally touched down and mingled on Asgard, but coming to what truly looked like a miserable place punched a hole through her heart, one she couldn’t even pretend to be surprised about anymore. Asgard was part of her, no matter how much she didn’t want to admit it or accept it, and it would always impact her.

It wasn’t so much a settlement yet, though, as it was a group of people who had no home and weren’t entirely sure how to proceed. Was anyone even leading them or attempting to? She wasn’t sure on Thor’s status, wasn’t even sure of which Asgardians were still left, but she approached anyway.

One face stuck out to her almost immediately, that of a Valkyrie she’d met on Sakaar and bumped heads with more than once. Brunnhilde wasn’t much of a friend, really, at least, not yet, and not typically someone Loki would think to turn to, but they had faced Hela together, they both had the same goals in the end, and if Brunnhilde was helping the rest of their people, perhaps reacquainting with her was for the best.

“Brunnhilde?” Loki called, her tone significantly softer and more feminine than the deep voice Loki had a tendency to be known for. Though her tone was still deeper than average, it carried a nice melody to it, the type of voice someone could get lost listening to for hours. It helped with the lying and the storytelling she’d become renowned for.

A small smile tugged at the Goddess’ lips, though it was difficult to maintain given the bleak circumstances that lingered around their people. “I am so relieved to see you survived.” For the time being, it didn’t even occur to her that Brunnhilde may not recognize her. This form was as much Loki as the face most were used to and sometimes--especially when preoccupied--it was easy to forget it wasn’t normal for most to place her different forms.

Perhaps that would work to her benefit in the long run? She really didn’t know what to expect at this point. This was completely uncharted territory.

#chooserofslain #c; brunnhilde #( thread ) constructing new asgard #( main verse ; post ragnarok ) queen of new asgard #( long response ) if it were easy everyone would do it #closed starter

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caroldantops · 2 years ago

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heart, body, and soul

ship: valkyrie x reader

summary/request: you come back from a trip and your king gives you the welcome home you deserve.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smut (18+ only), vaginal sex (reader receiving), strap-ons, dirty talk, pet names (my queen, teasing use of housewife), light daddy kink, mentions of oral on a strap, squirting

masterlist | ao3 link

You flinch as your hand comes in contact with the ice cold water, grumbling to yourself about how slow the water heater is. Normally, you don't let the dishes stack up in the sink this much, but it seems since you were away for a couple of days visiting Kate, your beloved wife hasn't touched them.

Not that you expected her to. Or even wanted her to. Being the King of Asgard left little room in her brain for menial chores (though, you're pretty sure she never did them before anyway). You were more than happy to play the part of Valkyrie's little housewife.

Almost as if your thoughts about her bad eating habits summoned her, the heavy wooden door swings open. You don't look up from the plate you're scrubbing, simply offering a, "Hello, your majesty."

"That's all I get, huh?" Valkyrie feigns disappointment. "Spend all week without me and you're not jumping into my arms the second I step in the door? Even the King gets no respect around here."

"Maybe if I didn't have to scrub all your dirty dishes, I could've run to you like a lovesick housewife," you laugh when her heavy footsteps are followed by her arms wrapping around your body, peppering kisses into the space between your neck and shoulder.

"Fair point. And besides, you are a gorgeous little housewife," Valkyrie hums into your ear, places a gentle kiss behind it. "Missed you, bug."

"Missed you, too."

You send Val away to change into something comfier than her beautifully tailored suit while you finish up. She joins you on the couch once she's done, jumping over the back of it like she always does. She laughs at the squeak you let out before pulling you into her lap, hands resting on your hips while your hands come up to cup her face.

As wonderful as seeing her in all of her suits is, you're truly obsessed with her casual wear. Today's choice is a faded sweatshirt from a bookstore that you frequented in college - Val is always stealing your things - and basketball shorts that she's worn so much the elastic is starting to give.

"How was your meeting? You didn't break the door when you came in so I assume that's a good sign."

"Pretty standard stuff today. I was pretty distracted though."

"Oh?" You quirk your eyebrow up at her as you feel her hands start edging along the waistband of your leggings. "Thinking about Thor visiting next week?"

"No, I was thinking about a different eager puppy, actually." Val kisses you, leading a trail down to your neck with her lips. She grabs your ass roughly as she mumbles against your skin, "Was countin' the minutes until I could come home to see my queen."

You bite your lip as she continues to grope you, your hips lurching forward so you can feel the distinct bulge in her shorts.

"Nothing's better than comin' home and having the first thing I see be this sweet ass in these fuckin' leggings. You drive me crazy, I swear I just wanna..." The sharp sound of fabric tearing fills the room, and your mouth hangs open in shock. "...rip 'em open."

"Val! Those were expensive!"

"Oh, baby, I'll buy you new ones. I'll buy you as many as I tear through, plus extras so I can rip those open too. Besides," she hums as she opens the tear more and strokes her fingertips against your bare cunt. "If they didn't want me to tear 'em, they should've made 'em a bit stronger."

The snarky comment dies in your throat as she pushes into you with two fingers, fluttering them as your walls tighten around her. She starts making a comment about how wet you are already, but you cut her off by pushing your lips against hers, moaning into her mouth the way you know drives her crazy.

You’re embarrassingly on edge much faster than you’d like to admit (you blame the fact that you’ve been without Val for almost a week, and when the two of you were together you were both insatiable), but Valkyrie doesn’t let you have that release so easily. She curls her fingers against your sweet spot once more before removing them from your pussy with a wet noise. She gives you that loving, mischievous grin as she holds her fingers up to your face, and you immediately know what she wants. You give them a little kitten lick before wrapping your lips around them, groaning as you taste yourself.

“‘You make it so hard to decide which hole of yours I wanna fill,” Val says with much more tenderness than that comment warrants. “As much as I wanna make you gag-” She thrusts hard into your mouth as she says it, reveling in the way you choke on her fingers. “-on my cock, I need to be inside that tight cunt so fucking bad.”

“P’ease,” you mumble around her.

“Yeah?” Her fingers leave your mouth, and the toy between her legs hits your thighs as she tugs down her shorts just enough so she can free it. “You want this huh? Want this big cock inside you? C’mon, tell Daddy.”

“Please, daddy, please.” You grind your hips against the tip of the toy that she’s holding right against your entrance. “Need it.”

“Need it? So dramatic, love. Well, if you need it, it’d be cruel of me to make you wait much longer, huh?” Valkyrie laughs at your fervent nodding that quickly turns into a gasp as she pulls you down flush against her lap, settling her strap deep inside you. She picked the thick one, the one with realistic veins that feel oh so delectable when you squeeze around the toy.

You press your face into her neck, inhaling deeply as she starts to guide your hips up and down on her cock. The scent of her cologne fills your head, the woody smell reminds you of that camping trip she took you on last fall. The one where she gave you the beautifully crafted ring around your finger. Val notices your whimpers against her skin and you feel her shake with laughter.

“My baby’s so pathetic, aren’t they? Whining against me, just begging for Daddy to fill them up. Bet you thought about this the whole time you were gone, didn’t you? Thought about me stretchin’ you out?”

“Yes, yes,” you groan, clutching onto her like your life depends on it. You hardly have to do any of the work, she just guides you up and down along her strap. If she wasn’t wearing the sweatshirt, you’d be able to properly admire the way her biceps flex as she does so. But there’s plenty of time for that later. For now, you savor being used like a sweet whiney toy.

“Good baby. So fuckin’ good.” She pushes you back a bit so she can properly see the way her cock fills you up, the opening she ripped in your leggings framing her view of your dripping cunt like artwork. “Gods, look at that cunt. Soaked. Swallowing me up like I’m nothing. And this pretty clit too.”

Her fingers spread your lips so she can properly admire how swollen your clit is, thumbing over it and admiring the way you jerk when she does. While she plays with the sensitive bud, you grind yourself down in her lap, each movement dragging the toy against your walls in the most delicious way possible. Your body shakes with pleasure as you feel your climax quickly building.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby. I swear every time I fuck you, it’s like I’ve died and gone to Valhalla. Want you to cum for me, c’mon. Wanna see those pretty eyes roll back, wanna see that sweet head of yours go empty,” Valkyrie presses kisses along your jaw as you moan out incoherent phrases that sound vaguely like fuckDaddypleaseyespleasegonnacum. A gush of liquid erupts around Val’s strap as you cum, and she moans at the feeling of you squirting against her. “Fuck! That’s it, that’s my baby. Such a fuckin’ mess.”

You go limp against her, cock still nestled inside of you, Val still whispering praises into your ear. Round two is sure to happen, but the two of you take a moment to enjoy each other’s presence, your breath hitting Val’s skin in heavy pants as she strokes your thighs. The material of your leggings is soaked with sweat and cum, and Valkyrie doesn’t fail to notice.

“Aw, bug, you ruined your expensive leggings!”

“Shut up.”

#valkyrie x reader #brunnhilde x reader #c: valkyrie #silver writes #fic #this is honestly so tame for me #have i written a non-dark fic in a while i feel like i haven't rlly

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alyceinwonderland777 · 2 years ago

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"Death is everywhere.

There are lambs for the slaughter waiting to die and I can sense the hours slipping by.

Tonight.

Come here, kiss me, now.

Come here, kiss me, now."

-Fly On The Windscreen, Depeche Mode

#Valkirye #Brunnhilde #Hunter C-20 #Valkirye x C-20 #Sapphic Ship #Sapphic Love #Tessa Thompson #Sasha Lane #TVA #Time Variance Authority #Loki Series #marvel #mcu

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valkxrie · 1 year ago

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Roleplaying Profile Meme:

PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG! Feel free to add to any of your answers! The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write! For the multiple-choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

– B A S I C S –

NAME: Alex

ARE YOU OVER 18? Yes / No

IS YOUR MUSE? Yes / No

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No / Semi / Yes / Highly / Private

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No / Semi / Yes / Highly / private

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all / A little / Somewhat / Mostly / Strictly / OC

(there are a lot of myths/poems/stories about Brunnhilde, and they all vary - plus interpretations in modern culture. my character was born of multiple things)

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs /Icons/ Gifcons

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No / Yes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted / Open-Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics

(i am open to general direction, seeing how it goes, full blown plots across extended timelines, little one-offs... etc. throw it at me).

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? I am a Turtle on wheels /Slow / Fast / Very Fast*

(i am usually quick to reply - within 24 hours if not less. however, there is no obligation to reply as quickly. take days. take weeks. take months - i only ask that you reply because you want to)

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Action / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort / Fantasy / Dark

(i will write most things. i am drawn to anything that contributes to the depth / texture / study of a character / relationship)

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romance / Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage / Everything

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? No / Yes

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS? HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? No/ Yes

(but i do try to tag anything that may trigger others - let me know if there is anything you need me to tag more specifically and i will)

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic /Familial / Physical / Sexual / Enemies

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / Chemistry only / Yes

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? - Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Pansexual / Demisexual / Asexual / Questioning

(verse dependent - human B is bi, valkyrie b is pan)

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? - Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Grayromantic / Aromantic / Polyamorous / Questioning

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? No / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No /Sometimes / Yes

DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes / Depends

tagged by:// @kylo-wrecked

tagging:// you

#meme games

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year ago

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Record of Ragnarok x Jedi reader

The reader is a human but is not from Earth. They were chosen to be a fighter in Ragnarok. The gods/humans might be surprised that the reader is a human who is from outer space. I think that Nikolai is going to be excited about learning about other existences. I'm also wondering could see the force that surrounds the reader.

-Heimdall couldn’t help but grin, standing before the crowds as he spoke, hyping up the next fighter for humanity, you.

-He lifted his Gjallarhorn to his mouth, “For humanity- their greatest achievement is being able to go to space, exploring beyond the world that the gods created for them! Our next opponent is from such a place- coming from the very distance future from another planet, far, far away!”

-The stadium was in shock, hearing of such an opponent, Nikola was being held by the back of his pants by Brunnhilde after he tried to rush, wanting to speak to you to ask you everything!

-You looked rather… simple, to put it bluntly, when you walked out into the stadium, wearing a long F/C robe with the hood up. There was no weapon, that they could see, on your person, and you looked unassuming. You looked nothing like a warrior!!

-You were soft spoken and respectful to your opponent who was the opposite, acting cocky, saying that you were weak and that this would be an easy fight.

-You lowered your hood before your cloak fell to the ground at your feet, revealing your training gear, simple in design, mostly neutral tones with a F/C colored belt and in your hand you held a strange tool, it looks almost like the hilt of a sword, but there was no blade.

-Your opponent was quick to charge at you, making you leap back as you dodged his fist, the ground crumbling under his fist.

-He grabbed handfuls of the broken arena and threw them at you, fighting dirty which would have led to cries of outrage, had everyone not been stunned into silence.

-You held your hand out in front of you, the rocks frozen in midair before you dropped them, not willing to stoop to your opponent’s level.

-You activated your lightsaber, which illuminated brightly in a beam of bright purple light. Nikola instantly fainted from excitement which Brunnhilde rolled her eyes at, but at least now her hand could have a break, for a moment.

-You charged and easily sliced through your opponent’s weapon, a large axe, making many call out that your weapon was like a laser. You easily dodged his blows, showing your combat expertise, not even using your weapon on him.

-Many people screamed when you stabbed him suddenly, feeling nothing but anger and darkness in his heart, but there was no blood, the lightsaber immediately cauterizing where the wound would have been.

-You immediately closed the lightsaber and used the force to call your cloak to you, holding it over your shoulders as you humbling accepted the cheers of the crowd. You were so powerful but so humble, it was so refreshing.

-You were immediately run down by Nikola who threw you over his shoulder and ran to his lab, rapid firing questions at you, wanting to know everything from where you were from to your lightsaber and the force.

-Nikola had to play ‘run away and keep Y/N away from Brunnhilde so he could keep asking questions for what felt like hours, but you weren’t bothered, finding his curiosity endearing.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror nikola tesla

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 3 months ago

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 25

For Tønsberg | Loki x Reader

Finally returned to Tønsberg, and to you, Loki joins the battle to protect his home and his love.

Warnings: 18+ canon typical violence, injury, blood and somehow, fluff.

Divider by @reveriesources

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It took you a moment to recover from travelling on the bifrost, it was getting easier to stop the roiling of your stomach but the bracing wind of Tønsberg would always be a welcome shock.

At your side, Loki stood tall, his armour gleaming as if he had only stepped away for a moment, rather than spending a week locked in an Avengers level cell. In one hand he held a dagger and, in the other, his horned headpiece. Some deep need burned inside you, silently begging him to replace the horns on his head and take his place beside you to beat your enemies back, a call like a carnyx that reverberated not just through your bones but through all the centuries you spent together, and even those where you were torn apart.

Soon, my warrior goddess

Loki’s voice was a whisper in your mind.

“Loki!” Thor’s booming voice broke through the shocked silence of the village and before you could react, all hell broke loose.

Where the village had been hidden it was now revealed to the waiting army on the other side, lines of Bres’ men and the Vanir Royal Army tipped their spears forward and began to charge like a landslide. Bres lept from the tops of the cliffs and with supernatural precision landed on the roof of the Long Hall.

But the ground - where there had been snow trapped under the cloak, there was a mass of flowers. Snow drops of early spring, narcissi and daffodils, poking their yellow heads out of the ground. They bloomed quickly, pushing the earth aside, and filled the village with colour.

Bewildered by this odd twist of nature,Thor was with you in an instant, flanking your right side, the King beside him. Jane charged from the Long Hall village, Mjolnir speeding her approach and took up her place beside Loki.

Windows slammed, doors locked and the village took their shelter from the impending hoard.

Bres’ face was full of hungry fury, surveying the village like a prey animal ready to strike

“So you've returned, little Welp, and brought that embarrassment of a prince with you as well.” His words were spat across the cobblestones.

Beside you the entire court tensed for Loki's reaction, Thor's breath stopping short in anticipation of the cobra strike of his brother's wrath.

But he didn't lash out, his hand tightened on his helmet, knuckles white, and turned to you.

“Little Welp?” Mischief danced behind his eyes, “what a horrid name for such a beautiful woman.” He bent and kissed your cheek before settling his headpiece on his messy curls. “I shall take great pleasure in extracting an apology from this hateful man, my darling Asynja, but I believe his true quarrel is with you.”

Brunnhilde coughed loudly.

“-and now with the people of Asgard, tsk tsk, Lord Bres, how rude of you to compromise our little court. Have you no manners at all?”

Bres' anger was palpable, but it was nothing compared to the Vanir Prince who strode forwards, his cape billowing in the wind and sword spinning an arc through the air as he pulled it from the scabbard.

“So the God of Lies stole my bride, I should’ve known from the start,” he wasted no time in charging forwards, aiming not for you as you’d anticipated, fire tingling at your fingertips, but at Loki.

Loki’s twin daggers flashed, forming at X above his head and blocking the blow of the broadsword. Any other weapon would have shattered, but not Asgardian forged steel and certainly not a blade imbued with the strength of Loki’s sedir.

As quickly as he’d moved you lashed out, a whip of fire catching the Prince’s leg and dragging him to his feet. He rolled swiftly, swinging his sword at you this time, the blade flashing - but you moved too, turning on your side to dodge the blow and sending a concentrated white hot blast at your attackers.

The Vanir Prince stepped back, remaining in his fighting stance but making no more moves to approach. Behind him Bres laughed.

“Beaten already,” Bres’ laughter was cold, echoing around the town before he came to an abrupt, chilling silence. “We will not be beaten this time, we will bring you to heel.” His hand raised and then fell, directing the hoards of soldiers to attack again. This time there was no measured approach, no single opponent, and Loki was swept further from you in the melee.

Where the soldiers stepped on the flowers, trampling them under their boots, grass bloomed lush and verdant in its place. The fire that burned beneath your feet gave way to heather, roses twined behind you, grabbing at your attackers and piercing their skin. One managed to leer forwards, their sword almost grazing your back, but not before your flames melted his sword where it fell to the ground in a rain of steel and iron.

Peonies created a soft landing for any Asgardian’s fleeing their homes, the screams of the children filling the air.

Thor, ever their protector, rushed between the houses, herding the children towards the boats that sat along the water and setting them loose with gusts of stormy wind to the safety of the sea.

And then you were in the melee yourself, swinging your spear at any soldier that tried to cross you, fire burning at your feet and wheeling around you like a hurricane. Those that tried to flee were dragged back by the flames, only to be dumped over the side of the wharf with the others.

To your side Jane had sprung into action, Mjolnir flying through the crowds and taking down soldiers with precision. You expected nothing less from the Doctor, so softly spoken, polite and intelligent, of course she would wealed the hammer with exacting control. At her side the King beat back the hoards, driving them from the village towards the open fields that flanked the village and back towards their cliff.

You’d discussed the cliff at length with the council and, though it gave your attackers an advantage, it was better to keep their camp there than risk them inching their tents any closer. Korg continued to protect your other side, the sound of metal hitting rock over and over, clanging in the cacophony and ringing steel.

You tired quickly, having spent time practising your magic rather than your fighting and your body was worn from so many nights spent awake without eating or drinking, missing Loki.

The God himself appeared in his element, his daggers flashing, his magic a mist around him. His long cape cracked like a bull whip when he moved, so fast you couldn’t predict his next movement, one moment leaping into the air to slam his daggers into the back of a soldier, in the next sweeping low to cut the backs of another’s legs, moving swiftly through the crowd.

Despite the volume of soldier’s in Bres’ retinue, they were no match for the skill and might of the Asgardian court. Bolstered by seeing their King in battle, the villagers joined in from the safety of their houses. Setting off simple spells to blow through the chimneys and disorientating the crawling shadows that accompanied the Vanir Prince. Windows were thrown open and cocktails of potions were thrown out too, exploding at the feet of the soldiers and setting them into the cobbles or, from one particular household, dosing them in hot oil. The shrieks of the injured fighters were piercing and sharp. Madam Gina’s dry laugh followed every time and a wry smile crossed your face at the thought of the elderly lady taking such glee in the battle.

Everyone in Asgard seemed to have a warrior’s spirit, even those you’d previously seen as gentle. Florists throwing heavy plant pots down from their attic windows onto the waiting soldiers below, the baker was using the long metal trays he usually served bread and cake on to trip and smack soldiers creeping round the corners of buildings, and the elderly ladies who manned the kitchen of the Long Hall with such military precision were putting their team work to good use, pouring boiling water from the roofs and balconies. Where the water cooled rapidly it formed ice underfoot, sending more than one attacker into an uncontrolled slide.

You even recognised Lief’s family, his mother hurling curses and spells at the soldiers from the open bedroom window of their cottage.

Renewed in your courage you dug deep into the well of your magic, felt in your heart for more that you could use against this enemy to protect the people you’d pledged yourself to and your fire sprang forward. Used to the flopping hair and white eyes of the calf, the full grown body of a burning highland cow startled you. Her hair was still long but now, rising from her brow, were two long pointed horns. She huffed, smoke coming from her soft looking muzzle and you held your hand out. Her fire didn’t burn you, the warmth of her nose and hair was comforting in the midst of the battle and pride swelled inside of you.

This was your magic, under your control, and it was finally time to put it to good use.

The cow turned, head down, and charged into the skirmish, hurling soldiers from her path and clearing spaces for the civilians to pass and find shelter when they found their hiding places compromised.

Whips of flame followed from your hands, your spear twirling and crashing into helmets like the ring of a bell. You were doing it, hope fluttered in your chest, you were all doing it, beating them back inch by inch. The cobblestones below your feet gave way to the softness of mossy grass. Where there’d been piles of snow and slush after the cape had melted it away into a spring soft lawn littered with low bundles of lavender, hushing in the crisp breeze. Iris, daffodils and bluebells bloomed where you walked and made a colourful contrast to the fight around you.

In the village behind you the battle cries of your friends continued to sound, the whip of Mjolnir as it flew past you had your head turning to look at Jane. She waved in that slightly clumsy way she always did, despite her comic book perfect hair blowing in the wind and the bright armoured helmet on her head. Thor was right behind her and Brunnhilde, astride a white pegasus now, arm held high as she led her people forwards.

But at the centre of it all was Loki, magnificent in his battle armour. His cloak seemed to act of its own accord, existing solely to highlight the lean strength of his shoulders when he used his daggers to impale and lift an oncoming soldier. His long boots crept up his muscular legs, his strides covering the ground of the battlefield, purposeful in his majesty, a born warrior with swift cunning, choosing his path with the good sense of a man familiar with a fight.

His horns were askew among his sweaty curls and he used them as often as he did his daggers, swinging them with blunt force at anyone stupid enough to approach. He moved like smoke, twisting this way and that, forcing the oncoming attack back, creating space between the village and the army.

Distracted, you took a blow to your side, but deflected the soldier with a blast of fire, the hot air singeing the tops of the flowers. Then another came, a flat blow from a staff to your back and suddenly the world felt odd, titled, sideways. You struggled for breath and tried to stand tall again, swinging to face your attacker and knocking him back.

Instinctively you looked up, searching for Loki.Where could he have gone when you saw him only moments before? In the cacophony of steel and magic, sedir rippling and weapons whirring you’d somehow lost track of him when you crumpled in on yourself. Doubt crept into your mind, did you really need to look at Loki every time something became difficult, had you not claimed to Bres that you could defend the village yourself.

Loki, please protect the village -

Foolish, headstrong, stupid girl. Maybe you were the welp they talked about. Another blow stuck across your legs and pain lanced through you, the exertion catching up until your shins were producing their own fire, uncontrolled and painful. You wanted to sit, to lie down, to rest, desperately. Your training had been minimal, what were you thinking?

I’m sorry, Loki, I’m so sorry

Something hit the back of your head and your mind swam again, stars blinking in front of your eyes and blood rushing in your ears. A touch to the now tender spot at the base of your skull had the blood rushing over your fingers too.

You fumbled back, feet catching on the bumps and dips of the grass. Blood, there was blood and lights, flashing, you felt sick, you were sick, you heaved but nothing came up. Falling backwards, this was it, all over, done, your dignity, perhaps your freedom lost…

A back hit yours and you wheeled, ready to bring the length of your spear down on their head.

“Asynja,” Loki’s voice was thick with adrenaline, hoarse from shouting commands and full of so much emotion. “Stay by me, my darling, we will beat them back together.”

“I can’t do this,” you were heaving again, speaking through gritted, bloodied teeth, using the flaming point of your spear to wave a soldier away from you in desperation. Loki shot out a bolt of magic, striking the soldier in the centre of the chest and sending him careening back from the open grass and into the water waiting below. The next one missed the water by inches, landing with a dull thud on the wet sand.

“I believe that you can, I know that you can and more than that I wish to win this battle by your side.” He turned to you, throwing up a wall of sedir to block the arrows now raining down from the cliffs. His eyes were full of emotion, but there was no pity there, just the heat of the battle and the desire to win, his pride and his love. “I love you, my darling, my warrior of Asgard.”

And then he swept you into his arms and kissed you as he’d been so desperate to do. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting the ashes of your fire and as his arms closed around you roses bloomed at your feet.

His kiss was as sweet as the first, back when you were both youths on Asgard and all these worries were merely a thread at the start of its journey into the tapestry of your fate. Only the Norns knew where that kiss would take you and only they knew what would become of you after.

Distracted, your hand loosened on your spear and Bres took his opportunity, launching a strike at Loki across the back and bringing him to his knees, the Vanir Prince lunged at you, knocking your spear away into the grass and catching your side with his blade.

All you knew was pain, blood darkening the midnight blue leather of your tunic. You sank to your knees beside Loki, his leg was bent strangely and the tightness in his jaw told you he was trying to hold back his own reaction. His eyes were wild, searching for you as he tried to sit, but it did no good.

Bres clapped the Vanir Prince on his shoulder and urged him forwards.

“Take your prize, will you still have the welp for a bride, or shall we finish them here and rid the Kingdoms of their tainted chaos?”

Your heart raced, fingers reaching for your spear lying in the grass just inches away, but every moment hurt, blood pulsing between your fingers even as you tried to staunch the flow.

“I have no need of such an insolent bitch in my home, better to cull the weak and the unworthy.” The Vanir Prince raised his sword and you braced yourself for its bite, willing your cloak to reappear and protect you, willing anyone to notice and save you.

Eyes closed, you reached instead for Loki’s hand, twining your bloodied fingers together.

There was a feeling like being trapped in a bubble and suddenly you were staring up at the Prince’s blade and Bres’ sneering face through a haze.

The cloak! You let out a sob, releasing your tense muscles and falling back onto the grass.

Loki turned to you, his eyes barely open and in a flash of sedir moved you as far as he could. In his weakened state there was little he could do, but he managed to prop you both up against a boulder at the edge of the battlefield. From this position you had a good view of Bres’ comically confused face as well as the Prince’s seething anger.

Beside you, Loki let out a cough, catching a speckle of blood on his leather cuff. You snapped your attention to your own Prince, your true Prince and, now that you had been at the heart of the battle and stared your death in the face, you knew the truth. Loki was yours and so much more.

“Loki-” you sobbed, tears springing to your eyes, “I love you too, so much, I couldn’t bear to be without you.” Where your tears fell red tulips sprang from the ground, below their stems daisies and buttercups created a soft carpet and your mind reeled, once more on Asgard in the arms of your first love, your true love. Between Loki’s wind-swept curls, stems of forget-me-not and cornflowers appeared, bold dandelion heads opening into the cold winter light.

“My darling,” he swept his hand from your neck up over your cheek and brushed his thumb against your temple. “The flowers-” he looked astonished, plucking a buttercup from your own crown of flowers and tickling your chin with it. “Your powers never cease to amaze me, your ability is truly divine.” He kissed you again, softly this time. “And now we shall drive back this enemy and take back our village and you, my wonderful Goddess, my love, my Asynja, I’ll fight by your side forever.”

The flowers, so wildly in bloom, had knocked Loki’s usual headdress to the side, the horns sitting crooked, they would’ve fallen entirely if it wasn’t for the twining jasmine that kept them snug against his hair.

You laughed, despite yourself, at the absurdity of the situation. You’d finally admitted to the love that had been growing between you and here you were, stuck in a ridiculous battle for a long ago made deal, bleeding out on the battleground.

<<Chapter 24

Chapter 26>>

#Loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki/reader #Loki x Reader #Loki fanfic #Loki series #loki marvel #Loki x you #Loki/You #loki fanfiction #The Old Gods and the New #loki fic #loki god of mischief #loki laufesyon x reader #loki of asgard #loki of jotunheim

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