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Omg bestie the thing u said about the lotion is a whole ass mood because lemme tell you if I don't keep mine all lotion'd up at all times, I swear they become a whole desert 🥴

The bit at the altar was a split second decision because like I wanted something ✨extra soft✨during the time they were apart and I just went "Ooh…people probably still worship him as a god on Earth…off to his altar she goes then 🥺"

And her refusing to listen basically being as stubborn as she's always been, thinking that it was their other friend who was off on like a little vacation to celebrate her betrothal to Fandral that came back is just her being all "Hey look I'm happy for our friend but also it's supposed to be my anniversary and my husband's in another dimension at the heart of the tree we've been hearing about since we were kids so with so much love, can y'all not?" 🥲

Loki's search and being the one to find her is basically me giving the RTC blorbos their "Honey I'm home" moment because they're not gonna get something like this in the main series…and they're headed toward AngstVille for a looooooooong time 🥲🫡

Live footage of me planning out the entire RTC Season 2 be like:

Them going from "omg you're home lemme hug and kith you 🥹" and straight into mango ride territory really had me looking at the piece as a whole and going "Actually you know what that's on brand for them, horny's one of their character traits" 😂😏

Bestie lemme tell you right now that he may have made two thrones, but I can confirm that 90% of the time she's gonna be sitting in his lap 🥹💖

I'm so glad you loved the sequel, bestie! Thank you so so much for reading 💖💛

all will be alright in time [rtc what if…?]

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Summary: Loki makes a realization about his role of keeping watch over the timelines when a branch slips from his grasp | sequel to 'bigger than the whole sky'

Pairing: Loki (God of Stories/Time) x Reader

Word Count: 6k [pls prep some drinkies & snacks before going in]

Warnings: 18+ | angst with a happy ending; some steamy moments at the end; this is the RTC universe so…themes of incest if you squint (he's adopted but still…); Loki S2 finale spoilers [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: no prior reading of RTC is required but reading 'bigger than the whole sky' is kind of required…

Dick-tionary: steamy moments (but no outright smut) starts at "We'll need it, my love." and ends at "Happy anniversary, my love"

Time moved differently from where Loki sat, in his throne beyond space and time. It was as if he was simultaneously between two ticks of the clock and experiencing every moment to ever happen in every multiversal timeline all at once. He wouldn't be able to tell if two seconds or two millennia had passed since he bid you farewell.

All he knew was the routine he established. The one that functioned as his own form of a personal clock.

First he would choose one of the timelines at random, monitoring for any threats that could potentially be beyond the capabilities of that world's defenders. More often than not an iteration of Thor would be among that group, so he would check on the blond oaf as well.

In the timelines where his brother mourned him, he would send a snake or a black cat his way. The god's way to send a message. I miss you, too, Brother.

Then he would check on you within that timeline. He found that in a few of those lives you were not in league with his brother, but rather one of the innocents, living your life in a constant state of elevated awareness, anxiously waiting for the next invasion and preparing accordingly. In those lives, you found love with an echo of him. A hotel night manager. A decommissioned military tracker. Even a prince in some timelines. And in a few occasions, an actor.

After that he would check on your timeline. His final stop on his personal clock. Every time a slight anxiety would wash over him, wondering what he would find when he saw you this time.

The first few moons worth of visits he found you in bed, curled into a ball and clutching his pillow. You'd cried yourself to sleep, the disquiet showing on your features even in your slumbering state. You grieved long past what was customary in Asgard, seemingly returning to your wardrobe set in onyx fabric when in truth if one looked close enough it was truly set in the deepest emerald.

Grieving for the living. What a peculiar concept that ruled both your lives.

It was only after a year that you'd begun to re-integrate yourself into Asgard's society, most of your steps fumbling and truly only powering through with the support and occasional aid of your family, mainly Sif and Frigga. You'd made amends with Thor and Odin, apologizing for your behavior while you were under the effects of the spell that locked away your memories, telling them what you could of yours and Loki's story when you became ready.

Lately you'd been working on restructuring some lessons within the school curriculum, assuring that the information was kept up to date and refining where necessary. It gave the god a semblance of peace knowing that there was something that could finally occupy your mind that somewhat gave you some form of satisfaction.

With every cycle he checked on you the longest. Stayed with you until you were fast asleep.

After two years you visited Midgard, blending among the denizens of a town that still reverently worshipped the gods of Asgard and stayed with Loki's altar for a fortnight. You spoke with him as if he was right there in the sanctuary standing beside you, your hand still instinctively twitching to reach for his even after all the time that had passed.

Your last day on Midgard you placed an offering at the altar. Loki could have sworn his heart stopped beating for a good few moments once he caught sight of the gold wedding band laying atop the offering plate. "Husband, I know not if you can see or hear me, but I wanted you to have this. It's a Midgardian tradition, I know, but it's one that I was always quite fond of. To wear something on ourselves that could serve as a symbol of our love. Our fealty to one another. Had I not been under the spell's influence during our wedding I would have chosen to include this in our ceremony. This is the closest I will ever get to giving this to you, but I wanted you to have it regardless."

You placed your hands onto the altar, the god's air catching at the back of his throat and tears welling up in his eyes once he saw the matching gold band around your finger.

"I love you and I miss you desperately and always, my darling husband." You pressed your lips to the black and gold marble altar before walking away, keeping your head down to shield your tears.

It was possible that you'd assumed that the ring, similar to all other offerings on his and the neighboring altars, would either be swiped by a nameless faceless passerby or cleared away throughout the periodic tidying of the sanctuary. That it wouldn't even have crossed your mind that the moment that no eyes were on his altar, he'd conjured the ring over to him, and it was now worn on his finger for him to look upon fondly as he checked on you, pressing his lips to the gold band once you'd tucked yourself into bed for the night, hoping that somehow you would feel the message he was sending you through space and time.

Goodnight, little Princess. I shall see you again tomorrow.

In the years that had passed, you continued to work on various texts, constantly revising on parchments and going back and forth in the library you held in your chambers, still so careful not to disturb Loki's side of the shelves that housed his journals and textbooks. The work had kept your mind occupied, and the people that surrounded you offered pleasant enough company that from an outsider's perspective, you seemed almost as lively as you once were.

They couldn't see that your smile never reached your eyes. They never heard the clipped quality of your laughter or how you would cut it short, the slight wince in your features as if you were admonishing yourself for granting yourself the permission to laugh. And the way that you would start playing with your wedding band straight after.

When he checked on you during what would have been the tenth anniversary of your wedding day, he found you once again curled up in your bed, shaking and screaming into a pillow as sobs wracked your body.

He couldn't help himself. He reached out to you, a breeze blowing through and ruffling your hair in a gentle caress despite all the closed windows and doors in your chambers. You immediately stilled your movements afterward, clutching your pillow tighter against yourself.

"I'm sorry, husband," you spoke into the quiet. "It hurts monumentally worse today."

For the first time in what felt like eons, he was unable to fight the urge of his hand twitching and reaching for yours. And his heart dropped as he felt a branch slip from his grasp.

"No," he hissed in a panic, already moving away from his throne to start chasing after it before the light inside of it began to fade and the branch would die.

Only it didn't. The green glow emanating from the branch remained as vibrant as it was when it was within Loki's grasp. It didn't even move too far away that he'd been able to return it to his hand after a few strides, as if nothing had happened.

"What--"

"I need to be honest, God of Time," a voice spoke from the void. "I was hoping you'd come to this realization a bit sooner."

"Who's out there?!" he yelled out, already conjuring duplicates of himself to be at the ready in case he would need to fight. "Show yourself, intruder."

First a pair of white glowing orbs materialized a mere few feet from where you once were the day that Loki last saw you. And then a body that resembled that of monks on Midgard, in robes that vaguely resembled the ones that he also wore, only set in different colors.

"There is no need to be alarmed, son of Odin. I pose no threat to you. I am the Watcher. I monitor all events within the multiverse, and I have been keeping an eye on how you have been adjusting to your new responsibility as the savior of the timelines."

"How did you get here?" He hadn't done away with his duplicates yet. Each of them were still poised to attack if this Watcher was lying and threatened the safety of the timelines. Any timeline.

"I was made aware of another set of eyes watching over the multiverse once you ascended your throne," the Watcher explained. "This plane is unreachable to most beings within these universes that we watch over, that is true. I am here and I can reach you because I live in the same plane. Think of it as a different room within a house."

"What realization did you speak of earlier?" He made the decision to move the topic along, his question about the branch not dying despite slipping from his fingers truly being the most pressing matter.

"You created a tree," the Watcher answered simply. "In its infancy, like any living thing, it requires a great amount of care. Do you agree?"

Why was this person speaking to him as if he were a child? "Yes, of course, but this doesn't explain what--"

"After it has been given enough time and care, however," he continued, not allowing the god to finish his sentence. "Would you also agree that it would not require as close of a supervision? Once a tree has grown to a certain size, on Earth or Asgard or any other realm, it requires less frequent tending to. It draws most of its energy, its nutrients, its life…from its foundation. The roots have become strong enough to support the rest of the tree, for the most part."

"I…I believe I'm beginning to see your point."

"You've created a tree," he repeated. "And its roots have taken form. They have strengthened. Now I know quite well how you are when spoonfed your answers, so I will leave the rest of this lesson for you to discover on your own. Be well, God of Time."

With that, the Watcher disappeared, once again leaving Loki on his lonesome. The lesson still not fully learned and due a good deal of experimentation.

He started with one branch in each hand, letting them slip from his grasp and observing how they behaved. When there was no visible change and he'd realized that he couldn't feel any loss of life within those two branches, he released another pair. And another. And another.

Suddenly the lesson became crystal clear. He need not keep such vigilant watch on the timelines any longer. Much like a tree, it can be left to grow and flourish on its own, needing only the occasional visit to fortify and further nourish its foundation.

He could step down from this throne removed from time and space. He could end his isolation.

He could come home. To you.

It took a good long while, it could have been minutes or it could have been years, seeing as he constantly reinforced each branch with enough of his magic before setting them free. But finally his hands were empty, and the cape that had refashioned itself to hold more timelines roamed free as well.

He took a few moments to re-familiarize himself with his range of motion, bending and stretching in various positions to ensure that there were no sore points in his body. After that, it didn't take him long to decide on his next course of action.

Before he opened up a portal to his destination, he reinforced the foundation of the tree one last time, hopefully putting enough of a buffer that it would be a good long while before he would need to return.

Hopefully when he did, he would not be walking through the portal alone.

Once he was satisfied with the tree's reinforcements, and he could see that each branch was still existing safely and peacefully in its own place within the multiverse, he conjured a portal. Leading to the familiar corridors of Asgard's palace.

He'd forgotten what it felt like to have the sun on his face, to hear the footsteps of Asgard's people echoing throughout the halls. The sudden onslaught to his senses nearly disoriented him, but he persisted, striding down the hall and barely noticing how the people he passed began to look upon him and whisper words along the lines of Is that him? He's returned? Must we alert someone?

Soon enough he'd arrived at the doors to your chambers, nearly stumbling on his own feet because he couldn't move through the doors fast enough. "Y/N?" he called out, hoping that perhaps he'd arrived at an early enough hour of the day that you were still inside, preparing yourself for your duties ahead.

When enough time had passed with no answer, he accepted that he would have to embark on a search throughout the palace to find you.

"Before I have the guards take you, I expect you to explain yourself," a familiar aged voice pierced the silence of the room. "Who are you and why are you in the princess' marital cham--Loki?"

He turned and he was face to face with Odin, pure shock and a mixture of other expressions he'd never seen on the Allfather coloring his face. His mouth hung open, as if unable to find any words for what he was seeing.

"Hello, Father," Loki began, not entirely sure of what he could say after all the time that had passed. Before he could try and find any words, however, the Allfather's next action stunned him to complete silence.

He bent the knee, bowing his head to the ground.

"Come now, Father, this truly is unnecessary, there were times I've been gone for much longer," he attempted to joke, the tone coming out unnaturally, seeing as it had been eons since he'd actually spoken to anyone other than the Watcher.

Of course a tiny part of him relished in this moment, however. The Allfather bowed to no one. At least he thought…

"Y/N has kept us apprised of what you'd done, my son," he spoke, rising to his feet. "Of what you'd sacrificed to not only save the Nine Realms, but beyond our time, beyond our universe. She has worked tirelessly to ensure that all realms within her reach know the tale of your heroism. That they know you for who you truly are."

Odin motioned for him to look upon the parchments on your desk, illustrations depicting what you'd called "The Heart of Yggdrasil" on a handful of them.

"Children on Asgard and Midgard, and all realms in between, ask her what you are the god of now," Odin began to explain. "She tells them all that you are more than a god now. That you are the best of us. For those who cannot grasp such a large concept she named you the Keeper of Time. For the rest she named you the Savior of the Multiverse."

Loki found it near impossible to breathe trying to process the information, trying to understand that all this time the parchments that you'd been working on had been to tell one specific story. His story.

"She makes me seem some sort of hero," he said in awe.

"From the tales she has told, it is very much deserved." The Allfather clapped a hand on his shoulder, giving a squeeze as if making sure that he was truly there. "I'm proud of you, my son. We should have a ceremony to celebrate your return, and to anoint you your new titles. You have been greatly missed, by your family, by the people, but by no one more than Y/N."

There were no words he could muster to respond adequately other than, "Where is she? Where can I find my wife?"

Odin righted his stance, motioning toward the door. "I suggest trying the training fields. Thor does his best to keep her occupied so her mind won't wander too far. I suspect he will make more of an effort today considering--"

"Today marks a decade since our wedding," Loki finished, his heart constricting at the thought of you struggling to not even think of today, to keep yourself distracted until the last possible moment that you would have to be alone in your chambers, once again sobbing like he had seen you this morning. He began to step toward the corridor. "Thank you, Father."

Do not worry, my darling Y/N. You need not shed any more tears over our separation. Once I find you and have you in my embrace I will never let you go again.

When he made his way to the training gardens he was once again met with a pang of disappointment to find nobody there. Your sparring session with Thor must have reached its conclusion.

Still he attempted to call out to you. "Y/N? Little Princess?"

Again you did not answer, but Loki was met with another familiar voice. "Brother?"

He turned toward the direction of the voice, greeting Thor with a tentative smile, once again trying his hand at his former playful, mischievous tone. "Hello, Brother. Did you miss me?"

Once the blond god had made his way over he only responded by clapping both hands on his shoulders. "Y/N told us of your fate. How is this possible?"

"When last I saw her she stubbornly told me that there had to be another way," he explained, words getting caught in the lump in his throat. "I should have listened to my wife."

"She has been completely beside herself today," Thor offered, looking away the second his eyes began to fill with tears. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "It is agonizing seeing her like this, especially after she'd been doing so well the last few years. But today…today has taken its toll on her. More than she would ever admit, at least to me." He gave his brother's shoulders a light squeeze, not too dissimilar from how their father did a few moments ago. "Your return is the best possible gift you can give her today. Welcome back, Brother."

"Where can I find her?" Loki's tone had grown a touch desperate, his desire to find you and finally hold you again physically making his muscles ache. "Father told me to look here…"

"The armory," his brother finally answered. "She told me she would be there checking on the quality of the wooden swords for the young soldiers in training and that she wishes to be left alone, but I think she would be more than happy to make an exception for you."

He broke into a run, haphazardly thanking his brother before letting his feet carry him to the armory as fast as they could manage. The sound of your voice softly singing a familiar tune that brought him back to the days leading up to the festival for the Autumnal Equinox mere months before you two had become betrothed.

How shamefully oblivious he was back then to the fact that you'd been singing this while thinking of him. So consumed in his own efforts to hide away his affection for fear that you would find him so abominable that he had been unable to see that you had been doing exactly the same.

When he finally looked through the open door of the armory, it was as if he'd forgotten how to breathe, seeing how the light from the window hit your features just so that you seemed an angel. A forlorn angel with puffy eyes and a crease between your brows as you willed yourself to keep focused on the task at hand.

My darling wife.

"No weapons for you today, dear Daughter," your father declared before plucking away your dagger from your hand and placing it down on a nearby bench. "Your mind is far too pre-occupied I cannot in good conscience allow you to spar with anything that could harm either of us."

Instead of sparring as you normally did, him with varying weapons while you stayed your course with your daggers, he tested your defenses. You knew quite well why he'd chosen to spar like this today. It was to keep your mind reactive, your reflexes sharp, and dissuade your mind from thinking of much else in the process.

But ultimately after a few rounds of him too easily breaking through your defenses of crossed arms weakly attempting to push back, he stopped. "Daughter, are you sure you wish to train today? I truly would understand if you wish to--"

"To what, Father?" you interjected, a slight sneer pulling at your upper lip. "To stay in the kitchens and gorge myself with every little cake and pastry I lay my sights on? To see how many pitchers of wine I could consume before I stumble into my chambers and fall asleep?"

"Y/N I simply meant--"

"Look, Father, I'm already sad. On any given day. There is nothing to gain in changing my routine today in a way that would make me any sadder. Today is simply another day, much like the day before and the day after." Your voice choked on your own words, as if your white lies were so potent your own body was recoiling against it. "I will be alright."

Those words tasted the most bitter on your tongue. No, you wouldn't be alright. You hadn't been alright for quite some time.

The sound of Halley's steps bounding toward where you and your father were standing did not alleviate your souring mood any. "Princess! Princess ohh have you heard--"

"Shall I take a guess, my friend?" She excitedly nodded her head telling you to continue. "Fandral and Narda have returned from their betrothal ceremonies across the Realms and they've revealed that they eloped. Probably in Vanaheim. Or even Alfheim."

Her smile dropped, concern coloring her features. "Y/N do you truly not know who has returned to us?"

You shook your head stubbornly. "Halley, much as I am elated for our friend I cannot bring myself to smile and put today out of my mind. Please, do go and send my congratulations to both of them when you see them later in the day but…I'm afraid that I will simply be poor company to keep today."

The words were near impossible to utter through the lump in your throat, a slight hiccup escaping you and making you step away from both of them.

"Princess, if you would please--"

"I will be in the armory," you spoke dismissively. "Ensuring that the wooden swords are still safe to be used. I would appreciate it if I were to be left alone for the remainder of the day."

Thor knew there were no words that could bring you comfort this day in particular, so all he could do was respect your wishes. "I shall have the staff bring your dinner to the armory then."

You gave both him and Halley a single nod before you strode down the corridors toward the armory, sloppily wiping at the fat tears rolling down your cheeks with the sleeve of your dress. Normally you were able to put up a brave enough front so that your friends and family would not have to be so concerned for your well-being, but today…today was nearly impossible to maintain that facade.

Too many thoughts plagued you today of how your hours could have been spent celebrating with your husband; you felt as if the sun was cruel to pull you from those blissful dreams where Loki was by your side and you got to celebrate a decade together like you were meant to. The dreams had felt so real, much like the first times you'd dreamt of your beloved when salacious images overtook your subconscious. So real that when you were ripped from them you couldn't hold back the tears that wracked your body.

And things were only made worse when you felt the breeze in your chambers. The windows were closed, and as were the doors. There should be no wind coming in to your bed chambers, and by that logic you knew exactly what had caused the anomaly.

And guilt overcame you knowing that you'd given your husband enough cause for concern crying in bed the way you were so early in the day that he reached out. The gentle caresses of the breeze that should not be possible ruffling your hair as if trying to tuck it behind your ear the way he used to.

He had enough on his mind keeping watch of all the timelines, he should not be burdened further by witnessing your grieving.

You hadn't felt him at all since that exchange, and for the most part you were grateful for it. The memory of his words the last time you saw each other worsened your guilt. I can't hold you. I couldn't watch you break like this and do nothing.

Perhaps it was better that he look away.

You made your way to the rack that held the wooden swords, lightly running a finger across the dulled blades and immediately finding a dented spot that formed a sharp corner. "That won't do…" you muttered, pulling up a stool and grabbing some sanding paper from a nearby drawer to start filing away and dull the weapon once more.

Absentmindedly you'd begun to start humming an old tune you once sang in the music room, back then trying to express your frustration over finding yourself falling in love with Loki.

I'd let you ruin the rest of my life

How was it that somehow the words rang truer now that you were his wife compared to back then when you were still in the midst of falling?

The sound of another humming along to the tune had you sitting up with your back ramrod straight and alert. "I said I wished to be alone why is everyone so insistent on--" You turned around to berate the unwelcome visitor, only for your words to die off in a rather unbecoming sound in the back of your throat as you saw the figure at the door.

"Hello, little Princess."

"Oh Norns, this is it," you muttered to yourself. "I've finally lost my grip on reality. Hallucinating my husband in the middle of the day and I haven't even had a single sip of wine." You promptly put away the wooden sword and disposed of the sanding paper. "Perhaps I'd inhaled too much of the wood dust and now it's having a bizarre effect on me--"

Your words were cut short feeling a hand curve around your waist, a body walking up behind you and pressing against your back. "I promise you, my love, this is no hallucination…" The air around you became near impossible to breathe as his arm wrapped around your waist, working his free hand up to put your hair over your shoulder and expose the back of your neck.

"Why does this feel so real?" you questioned breathily when your illusion had pressed his lips to the back of your neck, kissing a path to your ear, your voice thinning to the point you could barely utter the words. "Is this Valhalla?"

"No, my darling," he mumbled against your hear, his exhale warming your skin. He turned you around in his arms, placing your hands over his shoulders. "I truly am here. With you."

Tears began to blur your eyes as you tentatively touched your hand to his hair, the air leaving your lungs once he turned his head to kiss a trail from your palm to the inside of your wrist, his eyes never leaving yours.

You shook your head at him, refusing to accept what was right in front of you. "Loki I said no more illusions, don't do this to me," you pleaded, already starting to step back from him.

He had his arms around you, pulling you back into his embrace the second you moved even a fraction of an inch away from him. "This is no illusion, little Princess, I swear to you." He brought your hands back up to his lips, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Not without you."

Before you could utter a word in question, he grabbed the back of your neck and captured your lips in a desperate kiss, his other arm wrapping around you to lift you off the ground and set you down on the now empty wooden desk. You whimpered against him when his hands began to roam your body, grasping frantically at whatever was within his reach to press you harder against him.

You felt the sting of hot tears behind your eyes as you held on to him just as tight, feeling the skin straining and stretching over your knuckles with how hard you grasped at his back. If this was real, you would not allow him to slip from your fingers so easily.

Not like last time.

This time when you pulled away he was still there. You both were. "How is this possible?" you breathed out, your stubborn mind finally beginning to relent and accept that perhaps he truly was here, that this was no illusion cast by your husband to calm you some on what should be such an auspicious day for both of you. You rested your head on his shoulder, tears once again starting to fall down your cheeks. "How are you here?"

"I was wrong, little Princess. There was another way. It took a good deal of time for the solution to be plausible, but I finally found another way."

Neither of you moved from your spot, him stroking your hair and pressing a kiss to the top of your head whenever you sniffled, as he told you about how he'd seen you in your state just this morning and how the branch slipped from his hold. About the other being on that plane of existence called The Watcher leading him to the discovery that a strong enough foundation had finally been built. That now it would only need the occasional visit from him to ensure that its foundation was continually strengthened.

And finally about how the first thing he thought of once he was fully freed from the branches of the timelines was coming home and finding you.

You sat quiet for a good few moments, allowing his words to sink in before you spoke again. "Does this mean…you're staying?" you managed to choke out before a fresh wave of tears begun to fall from your eyes.

"Yes, my love," he whispered into your hair, pressing a tender kiss to the same spot before tilting your head to look up at him, wiping your tears away. "I'm home."

He pressed his lips to yours once more, smiling against your lips when you threw your arms around his neck. He tightened his hold on you, breathing out a slight chuckle when you yelped at the feeling of the table disappearing from under you. When you opened your eyes, you were suddenly in your bed chambers, your husband carrying you across the room in his arms.

"That's…new…" you mumbled against his lips when he kissed you again.

"Eons have passed for me since last we saw each other in our chambers, my darling wife," he whispered into your skin, placing a soft lingering kiss below your ear before laying you down on the bed, your back settling into the soft mattress. "And yet through all that time my body, my heart, only ever craved to have you with me again."

Your heart felt as if it could burst at any moment. After all the time that had passed, it felt completely foreign to you, finally feeling as if you were no longer simply dragging yourself through life. There was no longer a void in your life in the shape of your beloved.

The visions of what your new future could hold now that he had returned overwhelmed you, rendering you unable to do much of anything other than pull him down to you so you could kiss him again, sighing into his mouth when he pressed his weight onto the bed and proceeded to deepen your kiss.

"In that time, little Princess, let's just say my abilities have…evolved. And in mastering them all, I've often thought about how I might use those abilities in this very room. Once we'd reunited and your memories have all been freed."

A small gasp escaped you as you watched a wave of his magic washed over the entirety of your chambers, a slight barrier appearing by the windows and doors before visibly fading into nothing. "Silencing enchantment?" you queried, unable to help the smile that stretched across your face.

"We'll need it, my love." With a small twitch of his fingers, both his robes and your dress dissolved into nothing, baring your bodies to each other. "Oh how I've missed this," he rasped, a thrill shooting through you as you watched him rake his eyes across your body before licking his lips. "How I've missed you."

"Husband," you whined, squirming under his gaze, the undeniable affection and desire shining in his eyes stealing all the breath from your lungs. "I've missed you."

Loki leaned down to hover over you, lips tracing along the bridge of your nose before proceeding to press featherlight kisses all over your face, letting out a shuddering groan when skin met skin, your chests pressed together as you trailed your fingertips down the length of his arm. Once you reached his hand, lacing your fingers between his, tears began to well in your eyes again as the gold band around his ring caught the light.

"You got the ring," you said in wonder, your breath coming out like a bewildered chuckle as he brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss along the backs of your fingers.

"Of course I did. For so long it was the only thing that brought me a sense of comfort, every time I looked upon it, it was almost as if I could feel you with me." He released your hand, leaning back down to capture your lips in a slow, languorous kiss. "And now I finally do."

You moaned against his lips as his hand wrapped around your knee, hooking your leg around him as he proceeded to roll his hips into yours.

"I know we should probably announce my return," he said in a teasing tone. "But I haven't even the slightest urge at the moment to do anything other than…reunite with my darling wife." He smirked against your lips as you whimpered desperately at the feel of him lining himself up at your entrance. "The only thing I plan on keeping for the foreseeable future is the love of my life, on our marital bed. Any and all forms of clothing forbidden."

"I have no objections to that," you said back breathlessly. "Happy anniversary, husband."

"Happy anniversary, my love."

One day, centuries after your reunion, Loki helped you into a set of robes that seemed more suitable for lounging than anything else before conjuring up a portal that led back to the tree. He would have to be there for a while, tending to the branching timelines and ensuring that they would all stand on their own for a good long while after he would once again leave them to grow and flourish on their own.

"I want you to come with me, darling. We could make an adventure of it."

He didn't need to ask twice. You would go to the ends of the world with him.

He held your hand firmly in his as he led you through the portal toward the solitary throne he once occupied, giving you a soft smile as you discovered the changes he made to the space before he went home to you all those years ago.

There were now two thrones at the heart of the tree.

A/N: I had to make it better I couldn't just leave my precious blorbos in pain even if this is an alternate universe 🥺🥺 And I just had to add that little bit of Odin bending the knee as a treat 🫡

Here's the song that gave me most of the vibe for this story:

And here's the song that Y/N was singing in the armory:

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imgonegoodbyes · 3 years ago

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@thedashing : flirty eyebrows @ luke

“ fandral , ” THE HURRIED RUSH OF HIS NAME FALLS QUIETLY FROM HIS LIPS , the slight curl at either end denoting his amusement despite the scolding tone he adopts for the charming man before him . gaze softens , if for a brief moment , before seeking the pages of the ancient jedi text once more . the pages crinkle beneath his gentle touch , and luke chuckles softly despite himself . “ are you even listening ? ”

#thedashing #( interactions : * luke skywalker )#these absolute flirty idiots #fandral out here being the biggest flirt and luke's shy ass is trying to play it off #luke vc this is important to me stop flirting listen to THESE STORIES #bc luke is a big giant N E R D about this stuff ok #and since they are rebuilding the temple #fandral is just gonna have to hear about all of it !!!!#luke explaining all his finds like an excited puppy :D

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shreddedparchment · 4 years ago

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A Wife for Thor Pt.09

11/12/2020

Stirrings

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 6,297

Warnings: language, very light smut, sexual situations, weddings, marriage, pregnancy

A/N: So this is it. This is the one. I hope y’all like it. This is where plot rears its head. Or begins to anyway. I’ll leave y’all to enjoy it. If you do happen to like it and reblog it, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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Dinner with the Warriors Three is eventful.

Several plates have already been knocked to the ground. Goblets and large mugs of mead and ale drop to slosh across the floor in the ruckus.

With a small yeep you duck just in time as a large sturdy turkey leg dripping with honey glaze and butter flies towards you and then hits the wall behind you.

“Hey!” Thor disapproves at Fandral and Hilde, reaching out towards you with his large hand.

He curls his fingers at you, calling you to him and you rise from your chair. You gather your skirts and scurry towards him in obedience. He wraps his arm around your waist and leads you to sit in his lap, turning slightly sideways so that he can shift to protect you with his body if he needs to.

“Watch where you’re throwing things!” He chastises but is ignored.

Volstagg had also cried out when Thor had, and their voices all mix together.

“Hey!” He rises from his seat so abruptly that it falls back and clatters noisily onto the floor. “Stop wasting the best parts!”

From the spot beside you where the turkey leg had clearly been aimed at but missed, Loki wipes at the juices that sprinkled his face as it flew by.

Heimdall chuckles lightly, his deep timber made to rival Thor’s you feel. Hilde also laughs, reaching out quickly to take Fandral’s plate from him before he can grab another piece of food.

“If you couldn’t take the comeback, why did you mouth off?” Loki asks Fandral, other than his wiping, he seems unphased.

“It was a simple question, Loki.” Fandral counters.

“No, it was a jab.” Sif is actually smiling, and you’ve taken to staring at her every few seconds.

She’s not paying attention to you in the moment, so you sitting on Thor’s lap is not her focus. It gives you lots of time to just admire her beauty. She’s so freaking pretty!

She’s also very much a part of this group. You can see where she fits now and she’s indispensable to these lovely Asgardians.

“All I did was ask him if he has a girl!”

“That’s assuming a woman is what he wants.” Hogun rationalizes, reaching to grab the large roll on his plate.

It’s not a normal roll. It’s made differently than what you know. It tastes amazing, but it has flavors that you’ve never had on Earth before.

“Ooh, that’s a good point.” Hilde snaps her fingers, pointing at Hogun before leaning against the table, arms folded and pushing her empty plate away. “So, what is it, Loki? Male? Female? Non-gendered?”

Loki looks highly aware of the fact that everyone seems to be watching him now. Even you find yourself looking at him, waiting to learn more about your brother-in-law to be.

He finishes wiping his face, dropping his napkin on the table before he leans back, placing his hands on his thighs. He meets Hilde’s gaze and gives her a narrowed eye grimace as he answers, “I don’t have a preference.”

The table seems to deflate, all of them disappointed for some reason.

“Well, that’s gonna make it harder to find you someone.” Volstagg acknowledges.

“It means we’ll have a wider pool to choose from.” Heimdall reasons.

“Loki would need to learn to put others before himself before he can even think about being with someone.” Sif contributes, bringing down the pleasant atmosphere a little.

You can feel Thor tense underneath you, your hands hurrying to give his wide shoulders a squeeze where you’ve got hold of them as he looks to his left at his lifelong friend.

“Sif…” He pleads.

Suddenly, this moment seems endless.

Everyone is silent. Across the table, you see Loki looking a little wounded. Like he’s been punched in the chest. Not hard, but enough to make him flinch.

You don’t like it. You really don’t like it.

You look at Sif with new eyes. And you speak before you can stop yourself. The anger that builds in your chest bubbles up and it’s bitter. It tastes like acid.

Until this moment, you hadn’t realized how much her unwelcoming behavior towards you has bothered you.

“You’re joking right?”

She looks at you.

Thor’s arm loosens around your waist, his hand finding a spot on your hip.

She doesn’t seem to have anything to say, but you have plenty.

“I guess your rudeness doesn’t stop at me, but apparently extends to even your lifelong friends.” You’re seething, chest burning, head getting fuzzier as the adrenaline from confronting her getting the better of your senses.

“Cherub…” Thor whispers, not to stop you, but with worry.

A realization overcomes his face as it softens, and he sees how much her refusal to be nice has hurt you.

“Just so you know, since the moment I met Loki he’s been nothing but kind to me. He’s been friendly and supportive and helpful and already the best brother-in-law I could ask for. I was seriously excited to meet you and get to know you because I’d heard a lot about your accomplishments but since I got here you’ve been nothing but abrasive, dismissive, and inappropriate with the way you act around Thor when you think I’m not watching.

“As far as I’m concerned, the only one that needs learn to put others before themselves at this table, is you. And if I could have it my way, I would ask you not to come to the wedding on Thursday but I know Thor wants you there so, as your Queen, I’m ordering you to come, whether you like it or not.”

The room is silent. Even Vostagg has frozen, mid-chew.

You get up, Thor’s hand stuck to your hip as if glued there, but he doesn’t stop you. Everyone else stands, even Hilde and Sif. Though she does it more slowly, chewing on the inside of her lip.

“I can’t eat anymore.” You huff. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

You make for the door but stop as you reach it, hand placed on the handle before you turn back towards the table and find Loki.

“For what it’s worth, anyone you choose would be lucky to have you.” With a final firm nod, you shove the doors open and stomp your way back to your room, taking the stairs as quickly as you can while hiking up your dress so that you don’t trip.

Even though your hands are shaking, your heart pounding, you feel much lighter now.

In your room, you strip the day away, dress left in a mess just inside the door. Your shoes just after. Stockings. Bra. Underwear at the bathroom doorway.

The water is already steaming hot when you walk into it, a sigh of relief hissing through your lips as you dip down into the water until your shoulders are submerged.

You’re not sure how long you steep there in the water—it could be seconds or hours—before you finally hear the bedroom door open.

“Y/N?” The voice pulls you from your empty space, that soundless pit in your mind where you go when you drift off into non-linear tangents of thought.

It’s the space where most of your stories come from. A space no one but you knows about.

“Leaving me breadcrumbs, cherub?” Thor asks, his voice lower, still out in the room. “This trail is intriguing.”

Half of your lip curls up in a smile, you keep your back to the bathroom door, intent on keep your mouth shut as long as you can so that you can hear what he really thinks about what you’ve just done in that dining hall.

“Dress. Stockings. Brassiere.” He clears his throat, and when he speaks again, his voice cracks. “Underwear.”

He’s in the bathroom doorway now, and you hear the hiss of all of your clothing fall back to the ground as he drops it at the sight of you.

“Hello. Might I join you?” He’s actually asking and will go away if you tell him he can’t.

Because you still don’t want to speak, you look over your shoulder at him and give him a gentle nod.

You keep watching him, staring at him as he reaches up and unhooks the straps on his armor. He moves to the long wooden slat bench along the wall and places it there. He follows it with his black shirt, then he sits and pulls off his shoes.

As he takes off each piece, he looks up at you, meeting your eyes and watches you for any give in your mood.

Whenever he’s not looking at you, you admire the bend and shift of his muscular torso. There’s a power in his body that you’re familiar with. Not strength. That’s not what you mean.

He’s got muscles, sure, and he can lift probably tons. You’ve seen the clips of him in fights around Earth.

What you’re thinking about is the power underneath all the appealing surface. He radiates it and it’s intoxicating. It makes you feel safe when he’s with you.

With his boots placed aside, he stands and unbuckles the leather belt around his waist. He opens the front of his pants and pushes them down.

No underwear.

You’re seriously tempted to smile at the fact that he’s been going commando all day long. You resist.

He throws them behind him then sits on the edge of the pool before lowering himself into the heated water.

He sighs in comfort but doesn’t give himself time to relish in the feeling before he’s moving towards you, the sloshy water splashing his golden body.

You wrap your arms around yourself just as Thor wraps his around you too. He pulls you close, smooshing your breasts against his chest.

He dips down to kiss your bare shoulder, then your neck, side of your chin, then finally a small and incredibly irresistible peck to your lips that almost cracks you. You almost throw yourself on him.

Instead you pucker right back, kissing him because you can’t resist him completely.

He really does have you wrapped around his finger.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I have worried how you would handle yourself in this position of authority that you’re marrying into.” Thor admits, tracing the curve of your shoulder with his large fingers.

He dips down again, kissing it then nips at it, teeth grazing lightly to pull on the skin.

It makes you shiver.

“You should give me some orders too.” Thor mumbles, his voice thick with arousal.

You really wanna laugh. Instead you keep silent and after a few moments, he pulls back to look at your face. Neutral. Eyes observant. No sign as to what you might be feeling.

The atmosphere grows more serious. Even though he’s got you squeezed to him, when he meets your eyes, you can see the worry there.

“Why didn’t you say anything before if you were that upset about Sif?”

“I did say something.” You remind him. “And I’m sure Loki did too. And Hilde.”

“No,” Thor shakes his head. “All of you said that she was jealous and unwelcoming. You are the only one that could have told me that it was really bothering you.”

And he’s right. You hadn’t exactly acted like it bothered you except a passing wish that you could get to know her.

With a shrug you shake your head.

“I didn’t realize how much it was bothering me until tonight. She wasn’t being awful or anything. She just hasn’t said much to me.”

He’s silent for a bit, your eyes on the water by his elbow.

His hands find the sides of your face and gently he coaxes your gaze up to meet his own.

“I hate the thought of you suffering in silence.” He says, deep voice soothing the knots in your chest. “Promise you will tell me if anything or anyone hurts you. I will try my best to make it better.”

“You can’t fight my battles for me, Thor. I can take care of myself.”

“Yes, I can see that. But you don’t have to. I’d like to be useful if it’s possible. This might sound a little pathetic, but I’d very much like you to make me feel needed.” He pouts, and even though he’s playing with you, his words are real.

He doesn’t like being caught off guard. Not when it comes to things he should know. And by the looks of his face, the way that his playful pout turns into a real downturn to the corners of his lips, you fall under that category of things he should be aware of.

You nod, head barely moving underneath his heated hold.

He leans down to kiss you, just a loving peck before he wraps his arms around you to squish you against his body again and he tilts his head, urging your lips open with the tip of his tongue. He breathes in, a small moan pulled out of him as you swirl your tongue around his, tasting him. The honey in his ale still fresh.

He pulls back, eye still shut as he groans again. “Mmph, I could kiss you all day long and do nothing else.”

You know what he means. There’s something about these kisses, so charged. They feel amazing, toe curling.

Whatever chemistry the two of you have is all consuming and you don’t mind.

“Also, in case you think it went without my notice, I want to thank you for standing up for Loki.” Thor pushes your hair away from your face, leaning down to press another quick peck to your lips. “It means a lot to me that he has someone else on his side. After everything that’s happened, it’s hard for some people to see that he’s changed.”

“He’s been very nice to me. I didn’t like Sif talking to him like that. I know that I probably stepped on her toes. She’s known him longer than me, but the look on his face after she said what she said…” It’s making your blood boil all over again.

“Loki has done many things to warrant her mistrust, but her words were cruel. I’m very grateful you spoke on his behalf. I’m certain it meant a lot to Loki too.”

You untangle your arms from between your bodies, wrap them around him under his arms and lay your head against his chest.

“He’s my family now.” You sigh. “Both of you.”

It’s your new truth. You’re not alone anymore!

“I will fight for both of you if anyone hurts you.”

You feel it so fiercely that you squeeze him, and he actually groans at the gesture. You know that you can’t hurt him though, and he’s just humoring you.

He chuckles against your hair, kissing your head as he holds you back.

“I’m so glad you chose to come meet me.” Thor whispers, running his hand along the curve of your back.

“I’m so glad they forced me to come meet you.”

Both of you laugh.

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The planet is nearly decimated.

It’s a shell of what it once was, but dark still. The cold bites harshly.

The rough terrain is snow-covered. Ice grows from the ground into tall towers that rise hundreds of feet into the frigid air.

In a crater, full of crumbling structures that once stood tall and menacing, is the entrance to a cave. The darkness dips down and winds through the ice, unstable and shifting, with cracks along ground walls and ceiling.

Despite the bitter cold, a small green light begins to glow down in the darkest pit.

The cave suddenly stretches, a ginormous cavern hundreds of feet in Jotunheim’s depths.

Through the darkness paces a figure, small in stature but glowing an almost ethereal jade. The light pulsates, wrapped around a female form. Her body is perfection. The Venus made flesh.

Her long blonde tresses cascade along her back, a golden river flowing past her waist. On her head a smooth emerald helm with twin peaks rising up like horns on either side of her brow.

Her tunic, well worn in the exact same shade of green as her helm as is the rest of her outfit. Over a pair of leather pants, an armored soft strap skirt laces up along her hips, and tall boot with a helix design in line stop just above her knees.

Her bodice is laced at her front, leather ties tied tight to keep out the cold. Her strong yet slender shoulders are wrapped in a long green cape, gray bear’s fur lining the neck for warmth. It sweeps around her as she carves a line in the ice with her restless movements.

From the darkest corner of the large cavern comes a deep but weakened voice.

“Cease your pacing, Asgardian. Before I stop it for you.”

His words are followed by a wheezing breath, a cough, and a deep slow sigh.

The woman stops, crossing her arms across her chest as she stares into the dark.

“How much longer must we wait? I can feel him slipping away from me. His eyes have wandered, yet again.” She drops one arm, slapping at her cloak in frustration.

“Your obsession with Odin’s whelp escapes my understanding.” The deep voice breathes in again, wheezes as he breathes out. “Remember my intent, witch. I will kill the God of Thunder.”

“Yes, I heard you the first million times you told me. I do not need the constant reminder. Thor will die.” She sighs, turning to look towards the entrance of the cavern, in search for the handsome golden face that rests in her heart. “You can kill him, as long as he dies loving me and only me. Thor is mine.”

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It’s your fifth time zoning out, your mouth slightly open as you stare at the reflection in your new vanity shoved into Thor’s spacious room.

“Your Highness?” Estrid nudges you, leaning forward to try and catch your attention.

“Hm?” You jump, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

She smiles at you kindly, knowing the source of your distraction. It isn’t hard to guess.

“What color rose shall we put in your hair?”

“Um…” You look down at your wedding dress, carefully spread out around you and held in place by your new set of intricate silver armor. It was cold when they’d put it on you, the metal touching your bare shoulders, but it’s padded so that it doesn’t hurt.

The design is very practical. It’s real armor that you’re expected to wear for official military events or if there is an actual attack on the palace. You’re going to be a warrior people’s Queen and a warrior husband’s wife. The armor is made for you to use.

That doesn’t mean it isn’t also beautiful.

Thor made very specific requests to its pieces. Along the sides around your stomach is a delicate floral design. The shoulder pieces, not to be worn today because it makes you look gentler and more refined, are also decorated along its edges with vines of smaller flowers and at one outer corner of each piece is a blooming rose with its petals spread wide.

Along your wrists and forearms you wear bracers, just as beautifully decorated and there to help hold your sleeves down.

“Thor’s armor will be black?” You check, trying to remember what he’s supposed to wear.

“Actually, Your Highness, his Majesty’s armor will be silver, to match your own. With gold highlights along his breast plate. His cape will still be red. That is his best color.” She smiles, her hand resting by the collection of roses in a wooden box that had been filled this morning from the gardens.

“Then we’ll go with the red rose. The one in full bloom, and this lighter one, in half bloom.” You touch each one gently, caressing the velvety petals in admiration of their pretty color.

“An excellent choice, Your Highness.” Estrid quickly goes to attaching them, adjusting your hair on the top of your head and pinning them into place.

“Are you almost ready?” Hilde’s voice filters in, the door now wide open as she stands there staring in at you.

Her eyes are bright, her mouth open in awe.

“Does it look bad?” You worry, reaching up to touch your hair then reaching down to fuss with the armor.

“You look…” Hilde stops, at a loss.

“Beautiful.” David provides, a calm smile stretched across his lips.

“You made it!” You gasp, getting to your feet just as Estrid finishes with the flowers and rush to him.

He hugs you, laughing as you squeeze him tight.

“Ouch,” he says, teasing you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You pull away and he laughs a bit more loudly. “I thought you weren’t going to make it back in time. Where did you go?”

“I had a favor to do for your husband to be.” David explains, then pushes you back so that he can take a better look at you. “You are really, absolutely beautiful.”

That makes you feel better. More confident.

“He’s so right.” Hilde agrees, nodding with what looks like joy in her eyes.

“Thanks, Hilde. David? You are going to walk me down the aisle, right?”

David’s face goes blank. He looks to Hilde and then to Estrid before he meets your eyes again.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you!” You laugh, giving his arms a squeeze. “David, you’re the closest thing I have to family in my life. You’ve been a real father to me through all of this and everything before. Of course, I want you to walk me down the aisle.”

David’s eyes slowly grow misty, his smile growing wide by the moment before he pulls you back into a gentle hug.

“It would be my honor.” David whispers just for you.

“Ooh, none of that.” Hilde interrupts, reaching out to pull the two of you apart. “No crying, you’ll ruin your makeup and Estrid will have to do it again.”

You all laugh. Sweet chuckles of impending excitement as the hour that will change your life grows closer.

You seriously cannot believe that in less than two hours, you’ll be married. More importantly, you’ll be the queen of an entire people.

Most of them have been so welcoming. They’ve eaten up any information they could get on you and you’ve been so grateful for their kindness.

“Hey guys? Anyone here?” A soft lilting voice flitters in from the doorway and you turn to see who posses such a sweet sounding tone.

What you find, you aren’t expecting.

Completely contrary to the small and gentle voice stands what looks like a large collection of massive rocks piled up in the shape of a burly man.

There is a definition at the end of its arms of hands, feet without shoes at the ends of its legs. And at the center of the large mass that makes up its head is a kind looking face. Pure eyes. And he’s got it all topped with a slick black suit and a light blue tie.

He lifts his massive hand and waves it. It’s a minute movement as he stands up straighter with all eyes in the room on him.

“You’re a Kronan.” You realize, pointing at him rudely.

“Yeah, my name is Korg. Thor’s best friend and best man. Even though I’m not really his best man, since there is no best man in Asgardian weddings which is a shame since I would probably most definitely have been his choice. After Loki of course. That’s his brother. And probably Heimdall. His other best friend. And the Warriors Three. But definitely before Miek.”

You chuckle once, a slightly surprised and nervous laugh before you reach out towards him to shake his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Korg. Thor was telling me about you yesterday. I’m Y/N. I’m so glad we can finally meet.” You wait patiently as his face goes slightly slack for a moment then he eagerly reaches out to take your tiny hand in his huge one.

He barely closes it around your own but shakes it with enthusiasm.

“Thor said you were a pretty lady. He failed to tell me about how nice you are. You’ll have to come over some time. To my house? We can play some Fortnite. I’ll even let you take the mythic.” He spouts, and you laugh again, just once.

“Oh. Okay. That’s so nice of you.”

He takes his hand back and Hilde finally moves to stand beside you.

“Did you just come to meet Her Highness? Or do you have a message from Thor?”

“Oh, yes. I nearly forgot. Thank you, Valkyrie. The car is here and ready to take you on the drive through the city?”

“Drive through the city?” You turn your confusion to Hilde and she waves to Estrid for your cloak who then rushes away to fetch it.

“It’s a quick procession through the main roads. Since the city temple hasn’t been built, this will be the only way for the people to see you. Normally they would come to the temple to be witness to the ceremony.” She explains.

“So, that’s why we’re having the wedding and the recep-the feast in the throne room.” You realize, nodding as Estrid lays your cloak over your shoulders then clips the thick red cape around you.

“That’s right.” Hilde smiles. “Is Thor already down there?”

“Yep. He said to ask you to be quick.” Korg nods.

“Why?” You wonder, turning that twist of confusion back to him.

“Uh, he said he’d like to have his wife already and be on his honeymoon. Then he said some other things that I don’t feel comfortable repeating about curves and skin, which I don’t have, by the way and I find it a little cruel of him to mention how good it tastes, especially that of his pretty lady. Felt a bit like bragging to me. Kind of rude, to be honest.”

“Thank you, Korg!” Hilde interrupts as you press your hands to your cheeks and feel them burn.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You wheeze.

“Why don’t you head down and let him know we’re on our way? Tell Armod to prep the heater. It’s cold today.”

You know she’s only assuming for your benefit. She doesn’t feel the bite of the cold here like you do.

Korg lumbers off without another word while you turn to David.

“You’ll be here when I get back?” You worry, for some reason desperate to make sure he’s here to walk you down the aisle.

Now that you have that image in your head, you don’t want to let it go.

You hadn’t thought about having a husband since you were a little girl but even then, you’d imagined a father walking you down the aisle. You’d never thought you would get the chance. And you have it now.

“Of course.” David puts his phone down and reaches out to take hold of your elbow. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

The next hour is a rush of movement. Gentle pushing and tugging and guiding from Hilde, Loki, and finally Heimdall and Thor as they settle you into a large levitating carriage. It’s not Earth tech, with the clear curves and colors of Asgardian design.

It’s open, so you understand the need for the cloak now. Armod is sitting at the front of this little ship, hands on a weird sort of lever that is supposed to make up the steering wheel?

The whole thing reminds you a little of the speeders in Star Wars.

“What is this?” You ask in wonder, looking underneath the vehicle as if you might see how it works.

“This is a Skiff. Modified to comply with Earth regulations. Normally the steering mechanism would be at the back of the ship.” Heimdall informs you, moving to touch a small panel on the side which pulls a small step out towards you. “Your Highness?”

You take his hand, and he helps you up, Thor following shortly behind him.

He sits beside you, still not having said a word.

As you turn to look at him, admiring him from his booted toes to his silver winged helm, you realize that he’s staring at you.

“What?” You gasp, reaching down to touch the fabric of your cloak and the bottom edge of your armor.

Does it look weird? You in armor is not a look you’d ever thought you’d be rocking.

The heat of Thor’s hand traces along the bottom seam of your armor on your back. Fingers tickling the curve of your bottom before he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close with gentle strength.

“You’re the most beautiful creature in all of the nine realms, and beyond.” He gushes, and you laugh nervously.

Looking away from him because your neck, ears, and face are burning up and you can’t believe such a sappy grouping of words just came out of his stupid handsome mouth.

You feel his lips pressed to your temple, then cheek. You turn to look at him, wondering about what expression he’s wearing but instead he’s kissing you, eye shut, completely lost in the affection.

When he pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours. Breathing a little hard as you yourself shiver.

“I love you.” He whispers, so soft and quiet only you can hear him.

“Thor…” You breathe, reaching up to hold his hand as he places it on your cheek.

“You don’t have to say it back. It’s alright if you don’t feel the same. I just want you to know that this is it for me. I didn’t expect to feel this way by today but now that I do, I’m so grateful for you and I promise to do everything in my power to make you happy.”

His confession leaves you weeping, eyes flooded with tears that streak down along your cheeks.

“Thor…” You gasp, pulling him down to kiss him again, just one quick kiss so that you can free your mouth up to speak. “I love you, too. I didn’t know that I could feel this way so quickly. But I do. I love you.”

Thor smiles, the brightness in his face is radiant and you’d swear he is literally glowing.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, a laugh in his voice as he reaches into his own cloak to pull out a sleek black handkerchief.

He pulls it up to your cheeks and gently wipes the tears from your cheeks.

“Because you’re saying all these stupid sweet things that I want to hear and I’m so fucking happy, alright?” You sob just once, reaching out to push against his chest but he catches your arm and pulls you into a hug as he chuckles.

The Skiff begins to move, and you and Thor pull apart when the cheers begin.

You’re still trying to catch up in your mind to the mass of people waving and cheering from the sides of the main street through the city. There are endless flashes from human reporters who came to take pictures. In no time at all, the Skiff is pulling up to the front of the palace.

David is waiting for you and he frowns at the tear stains on your cheeks but a quick look at Thor and his dip to kiss your lips wipes all worries from his mind.

“See you in there, cherub.” Thor calls to you, leaving you just outside the doors of the throne room.

Estrid meets you there and quickly goes to work on fixing your face.

“It’s okay.” You squirm, trying to keep Thor in view but the doors close and all you get to see is the long table on the right side of the room with two large chairs meant for you and Thor during the feast and an array of smaller tables on the opposite side of the room.

Along the left side wall, at the very back are a group of men and women, all wearing stiff black suits. The ambassadors?

“They were happy tears.” You continue to resist, eyes lingering on the scary government group.

“Hilde will tear my hide, Your Highness. Please.” She begs and you stay still for her even though you doubt that Hilde would ever hurt anyone like she suggests.

“Are you nervous?” David asks, reaching to straighten your hair.

“No.” You admit, shaking your head only when Estrid is done with your face.

Instead her hands are on the clasp of your cloak as she peels it off of you and throws it over her arm and then moves around you to straighten your dress.

“I’m so ready to be his wife, David.” You sigh, the feeling of madness on the edges of your mind. “Is that weird? It doesn’t feel weird.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Not weird, if it’s really how you feel. I only want you to be happy.”

“He makes me happy. Really. I was worried about Jane in the beginning and scared about loving him if he didn’t love me back. But he’s more invested in us than I thought he would ever be. He’s being real, I think. It feels real. When he tells me he loves me, it doesn’t sound like a lie.”

David watches you, then taps Estrid on the shoulder. “Thank you, I think she’s ready. Tell them we’ll be right in.”

Estrid gives you a curtsy and disappears through the doors.

You steal a look and spot Thor rolling back and forth on his feet in front of the throne as Loki talks in his ear beside him.

He looks towards you and he smiles, stopping his nervous movement as he locks eyes with you.

Your heart stutters. The doors close again.

“Y/N…I want you to be vigilant with your emotions. You say that his declarations don’t sound like lies and they might not be. But lies like that never sound like lies.”

Your heart sinks a little, your mind racing with every moment that Thor has been sweet with you.

“It’s real, David.” You protest.

“Yes.” He nods, taking your hands in his. “After watching the two of you together, I believe both your emotions are real. Just as you say. I only want you to guard your heart. I want you to protect yourself.

“Marriage is not easy. I have only my own experience to speak from, but there were many obstacles that I did not expect. Laura and I hurt each other many times.” David explains.

“But you and Laura were together until the end. You were both so in love.” You hadn’t known his wife long.

She’d passed only a year after you having known her but every time you’d seen them, they’d been the picture of romantic love and true friendship.

“We were.” He nods, “But it wasn’t always easy. She and I both made many mistakes. Small ones and mistakes that challenged the very core of our relationship. Mistakes that almost tore us apart.

“And this is your first relationship. The first time you’ve ever given yourself over to someone like this. I’m worried for you. That’s all.”

“And that’s why I love you. You’ve been here for me when I’ve needed you most. I will be careful but I want to embrace what I’m feeling.”

“And that’s all I want too. Just your caution. Protect your heart, Y/N. No one else will protect it better than you.”

Really, you understand his worries. This is such a risk not only for you but for Thor too. The two of you hardly know each other.

Your chemistry is through the roof, but there is so much about who you two are as people that you still have to learn. Your lives as King and Queen will also play a part in how your marriage will come together.

Will you have time for each other? Time to make an heir? Time to spend time with whatever family you’re able to make?

“I can’t promise you that I’ll guard my heart well.” You shake your head but squeeze his hands tighter. “I can only promise that I’ll be true to how I feel. If something starts to go wrong, I’ll be open about it. With Thor and with anyone there to support us.”

Because let’s face it, you’ve known for a while that you’re absolutely fucked when it comes to Thor.

You’re head over heels and grateful that he is too. At least your marriage will begin with love even if in time, that fades. You’ll always have the memories you’re making now.

“I suppose this is the apprehension every father feels when his daughter marries. I’ll have to suck it up. But just know, that if you ever need a place to go, if something should be terrible enough that you need to leave, my home will always be open to you as sanctuary.

“I will protect you, as best I can when the time comes.” He pulls you to him, hugging you tightly.

“If,” you correct him. “If the time comes.”

Because you’re certain in your bones that Thor loves you and you love him, and the only thing that could tear that love apart is each other and you can’t see either of you making such a stupid mistake.

The large wooden doors open. David pulls back and takes your hand, wrapping it around his elbow. He lets you take a breath before he takes that first step towards the throne where Thor stands waiting, beaming with joy as his future wife approaches.

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nikkoliferous · 4 years ago

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Phase One: Thor

Since I was looking up my past live-blog of the novel and realising how annoying and repetitive reading through it all is because of my having structured it as a bunch of reblogs, I’ve decided to organize it all into one long-ass post instead. In case anyone else wants to read it in the future. Or in case I decide to re-read it. Because I’m hilarious. 😅

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO

My Hilarious Yet Wrathful Overview Of Phase One: Thor, Redux

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If your son who’s to become king requires a babysitter to not screw it all up and also the idea of him being king is stressful enough to put you into a coma, maybe, uh… reconsider doing that? Just a thought.

But you see here why Odin was so deadset on Thor becoming king, despite him being ill-suited for the role. It’s not about what’s best for Asgard; it’s about personal legacy. Thor is Odin’s mini me, and Loki is very much not. There are places within the text where Odin laments Thor “lacking his father’s wisdom” (he’s definitely inherited your humility, though, Odin!), but he hopes for Thor to grow into a “wise king” like himself. Whereas he holds no such illusions (lol, pun) that Loki will ever take after him.

now with tag commentary! #this scene is in the script and both novelizations #(though in reading this novel seems to just be a more complete version of the junior novel? #idk i'm confused because they're supposedly written by different authors but so far the text is identical) #and it drives me insane each time i read it

“Haha, I’m a warmongering piece of shit, isn’t it funny?”

I know, I know. I try to cut Asgard some slack for being such a militaristic culture because social changes happen slowly and when you live for thousands of years per generation, it makes sense that your views on things like war would be regressive. The text says Odin has ruled Asgard for tens of thousands of years (so much for taking Loki’s “give or take 5,000 years” line literally; sure, the Odinsleep would have extended Odin’s lifespan, but by that much? Idk).

Still, fuck Odin. Especially since he’ll eventually try to shame Loki for doing the same thing he’s fucking boasting about here. And on a much smaller scale too.

…is it, though?

I actually think Loki’s relationship with being the centre of attention is really interesting in its complexity and we don’t discuss it enough. I’ve said this before, but he strikes me as the sort of person who craves attention but also wouldn’t really know what to do with it if he had it. He craves it as a result of neglect, because he’s never been shown recognition or validation. This is why he seems to revel in it in Stuttgart, even in (or maybe especially in?) his brainwashed state. But he also frequently comes across as pretty introverted and has horrible self-esteem, so I think on another level, sustained, genuine attention would make him feel kind of uncomfortable. Loki seems to believe that in order to be loved or respected, he has to literally be Thor, though. And Thor has always been the centre of attention, so for Loki, attention is synonymous with respect.

I find Loki’s relationship with wanting attention especially fascinating because I too both crave and fear it. As a borderline, I need it. When no one is paying attention to me, I lose my sense of identity. I feel as though I literally cease to exist. It’s excruciatingly painful. And yet, I have no authentic sense of self; I’m just a chameleon, and the closer people get to me, the more likely it is they’ll see behind my mask. They’ll realise it’s all a show and that I’m actually no one. And then they’ll leave. I can’t help wondering if that’s how Loki feels sometimes too.

Wait, what? You mean goat. His horns are shaped like a goat’s. This is a ram:

This is a goat:

This is Loki:

Do you see now? They’re like a goat. Not a ram. Not a cow. A GOAT.

This book was written before Ragnarok was a thing, so it may be unfair to connect the two, but it still seems worth noting that it was Thor who reduced Loki to being no more than a trickster to begin with. “You could be more,” my ass. Loki’s problem has never been that he was one-dimensional; it was always that the people in his life, including Thor, refused to see any other dimensions to him. Which makes those words particularly cruel—as if they aren’t cruel enough already, what with the physical torture and all.

Always happy to have cause to point out that

Loki was on Thor clean-up duty their whole lives; he certainly was not trying to kill Thor.

People like to point to Loki’s attempted genocide of the Jötnar and attempted(-ish? lol) conquest of Earth as proof that he’s some kind of violent maniac. But in a little place I like to call reality, Loki was historically far less aggressive and bloodthirsty than his peers.

Question: why is one conqueror evil and the other is righteously entitled to ruling over the Nine Realms?

Asgardian exceptionalism FTW

I can’t even begin to imagine what would lead you to expect such a thing, Odin. 😂

Uh, ‘cause it is?? And also their planet is MELTING without it??

This is all only within the first two chapters, btw. Lmao

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“Looking for answers,” my foot.

YOU WOULD THINK SO, WOULDN’T YOU??

#i mean unless you knew heimdall #he only commits treason on days that end in y

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What’d I say? Thor clean-up dutyyyyy

Just wanna remind everyone that this

is why he’s smiling during this scene

because it makes me laugh every time. 😂

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My heart breaks every time I remember that second excerpt because literally ALL OF IT happened to him when he survived falling through the wormhole. My poor boy. 😭

But also of note… Loki gets cold (and also does not like being cold). This interests me because 1) as many are aware, the prevalent headcanon that Loki has a low body temperature irritates me and 2) it possibly(?) lends weight to the theory that he may not be fully Jötun, whether by virtue of his birth or Odin’s spell.

Haha, look at this Feminist Icon™ trying to take credit for his female friend’s accomplishments! Truly inspiring.

#for some reason the ragnarok lovers have somehow decided that thor is both a feminist and lesbian icon #whatever that means 🤷‍♀️ #and i'm still trying very hard to figure out why #is it literally just because he *says* he respects women or whatever in that dumb rambly conversation with valkyrie?

Ooh… you were so close to getting the point, Volstagg. So close. Take your tongue off Odin’s boot for just a couple minutes longer.

Also, the author just forgot the name of the Casket. How did this book get published? 😂

JUST LOOKING FOR ANSWERS, HUH?

Because fuck Loki, amirite? He, uh… he’s a prince too, you know.

Also… Fandral, you dweeb 😂

…am I reading too much into this, or did Odin just literally forget that Loki exists?

On the other hand, the author also seemed to forget Loki existed for most of this chapter, so who knows. 🤷‍♀️

lmao @ Jane immediately trying to convince herself she’s too rational to be attracted to a stranger

Honestly, though, big mood.

Just your periodic reminder that Thor’s sycophantic friends KNEW Loki was right and decided to throw him under the bus anyway.

Just as I’ve always said: That was it. That was their ENTIRE rationale. That Loki *could* have done it, therefore he must have. Please tell me these people have nothing to do with Asgard’s justice system.

…lol, jk, Asgard has no justice system.

Ok, first of all, no.

Second: thank you, Fandral. You’re a self-absorbed cad, but also evidently Thor’s least stupid friend.

Thirdly, how…? First, it was, “Loki arranged all this because he’s jealous of Thor.” Now they’ve suddenly jumped all the way to, “All of Asgard is in danger.” What exactly does Sif think Loki is planning? He’s gonna, what… assassinate Odin and then sell Asgard to the Jötnar?

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Please stop hurting me.

Just so there’s no confusion: this one sentence explains everything Loki did for the rest of the movie. It explains how a person who has been historically non-aggressive suddenly transforms into a warmonger. To prove himself a real Asgardian, like his brother and father and grandfather.

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…why did Odin fall into the Odinsleep in two completely different scenes in this book? I’m super confused.

Also, we really need to talk about how cruel it is of Marvel to keep forcing Loki to prove his loyalty again and again and again when he’s been doing so almost literally since we met him. And by “we need to talk about it”, I mean I need to tie Kevin Feige and co. to a chair and spend a minimum of five hours lecturing them on how poorly they understand their own fucking character.

Let’s just be clear here: they’re talking about Loki. They’re saying Loki, their LEGITIMATE king, is an enemy of Asgard, based on evidence so paper-thin it’s practically invisible. Just… please, let that sink in. Take a moment to appreciate how utterly fucked up that is.

I’m sorry (not really), but Thor was so much funnier before Ragnarok.

This scene has always kind of bugged me. If Odin removed Thor’s powers, how come he can still control the weather? Confusing.

So what exactly was Thor’s plan anyway, before he realised he couldn’t lift Mjölnir? He was just gonna call on Heimdall to help him commit treason AGAIN, show up on Asgard against the expressed command of his king, and… Odin would just shrug and be like, “You got me, son! I guess I can’t keep you down. Welcome home!”?

…I mean, I guess that more or less is what happened in the end, but it’s hard to imagine it would have still gone down that way without all the stuff that happened with Loki. Idk.

#look what i'm saying is... thor is not exactly a thinking person #no one on asgard is a thinking person #except loki but he's crazy now so he's also thinking somewhat poorly lol

Cool, Thor. Now imagine feeling that way for ONE THOUSAND YEARS and develop a little fucking empathy for your brother.

But you won’t.

You’ll brush off his feelings of worthlessness as “imagined slights”. 😒

Nice that somebody knows how the royal line of succession works, I guess…

That sound you hear? Yeah, that’s just my heart breaking. NBD.

First, they mislabelled it the Casket of Eternal Winters. Now it’s the Cask of Ancient Winters. Author must have been thirsty when they wrote this. Lol

Look, not to nitpick, but this is not the recommended procedure when you see a storm that you don’t believe is of supernatural origin coming. I’m just saying. Lol

Uh… ‘cause he is?? And your pals are committing treason AGAIN, Thor, so it technically is responding to a threat to Asgard. Just FYI.

Anyways, this is an important point that doesn’t get made often enough. People want to act like Loki illegally usurped the throne somehow, but even without the deleted scene that explicitly shows Frigga passing rulership to him (a scene which is, for some reason, entirely skipped over in this book, but whatever), understand this: Loki could not have controlled the Destroyer unless he was legitimately King of Asgard. The fact that he’s able to do so is irrefutable proof that his rulership is valid.

lmao you little shit

So… here’s my issue with this scene (and with Thor as a character): He always assumes that Loki’s acting out specifically to hurt him. That Loki’s entire life and thought process revolves around Thor. He does it in this scene, he does it in The Avengers… it’s just a chronic thing with Thor. Everything is viewed through the lens of Loki inexplicably hating him.

But that’s… just not accurate. Yes, Loki harbours a lot of jealousy towards Thor. But that’s not what’s happening in this scene. Loki is not trying to kill Thor here because he wants him dead; he’s doing it because Thor (and his friends) are getting in the way of Loki completing his ultimate goal. Loki tried to solve this problem non-violently, by lying about Odin being dead. It’s Thor’s friends who all but forced his hand by going behind his back and trying to bring Thor back to Asgard against Loki’s (and Odin’s!) direct orders.

For all the humility he’s learned in the past few days, this entire speech is still really all about Thor. About assuming that Loki’s doing this for personal reasons, because he holds a grudge against Thor for some unknown reason. This is implicit in his request to “take [my life] and end this.” It never even occurs to him that his friends are traitors to the Crown and Loki, as King of Asgard, is perhaps justified in pursuing them.

It also needs to be acknowledged that Thor’s apology here is hollow, even if it’s ultimately coming from his heart, because he has no idea what he’s apologising for. “Whatever I have done to wrong you” is not an apology. An apology addresses specific hurtful actions taken and commits to not repeating those mistakes in the future. Thor cannot commit to not repeating the hurtful things he’s done, because he doesn’t know what he’s done. Despite his best intentions, what Thor is doing here is actually kind of manipulative. He’s not addressing any substantive issue between the two of them; he’s just trying to talk Loki down. And it ultimately fails not because Loki doesn’t care or because he wants Thor dead, but because it doesn’t actually change anything.

Finally and only semi-relatedly, we should maybe at some point talk about the fact that Loki, who is stated to be a master tactician, has displayed a weird pattern of hardly ever being as lethal as he could be. He freezes Heimdall in place instead of killing him outright; he backhands Thor with the Destroyer instead of incinerating him; he, well… *gestures vaguely at almost the entirety of the first Avengers movie* Anytime the violence is even a little bit personal, he seems to hedge. Odd behaviour for somebody who’s supposedly super evil.

I’m sorry, I know I’ve pointed it out at least a hundred times before, but I just can’t encounter this scene in any form without taking a moment to appreciate how underrated and hilarious it is.

I also genuinely wonder how many Ragnarok stans who have accused me of having no sense of humour, have failed to laugh at moments like this one. Kinda feel like if you need to have the comedy spoonfed to you in the form of ass jokes, maybe you’re the one whose sense of humour is lacking. 🤷‍♀️

Let’s be super clear: this is not what happened. Loki did not betray Odin; he was betrayed by Odin. He did not open Asgard to its enemies; he attempted, misguidedly, to destroy Asgard’s enemies. And he most certainly did not commit suicide out of a sense of guilt.

I’m not saying Loki did nothing wrong, nor am I saying he feels no regret for the lives he has taken. What I’m saying is there’s no indication that he believes he betrayed Odin or Asgard in the process. Which makes perfect sense, because he didn’t. Everything he tried to do was for Odin and Asgard. It was misguided and horrible, yes, but it can hardly be classified as a betrayal.

The insurmountable burden on Loki is not that he did terrible things, but that no matter what he does or how hard he tries, Odin will never look at him with anything but contempt. Consider once more these passages from the very beginning of the book, at Thor’s coronation:

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Consider that this book goes to great pains to point out that Odin favours Thor because Thor is a warrior like him. And yet even when Loki embraces that, even when he acts more war-like than ever before, Odin rejects him— just as he always has.

There is a reason why this moment is the last time Loki will ever call Odin his father. Because he realises once and for all that, no, nothing he tries will ever be good enough; no, Odin won’t ever look at him with pride. That is Loki’s burden. That is why he lets go.

The epilogue is really just two pages of making me want to vomit.

There’s your party where Thor and a certain subset of the fandom insist that Loki was mourned. There’s barely an indication here that anyone even perceives his demise as a negative thing.

“[Sif] could see Frigga thought [Loki was dead] as well” also contradicts the tie-in comic for TDW, so I don’t know what the author is on about there. Unlike the majority of Marvel comics, the tie-in comics are canon to the MCU, so it’s a bizarre statement to make.

COULD YOU SMEAR THE DEAD* ABUSE VICTIM A LITTLE HARDER, PLEASE? Fucking hell.

No matter how many times I encounter this scene, in whatever format, I still fail to become desensitized to how disgusting it is. I realise there’s a good chance that whatever version of events Thor has been told was twisted at best; but how you can look at a man whose son has just committed suicide under any circumstances and say there will never be a better father than that guy, is utterly beyond my capacity to understand.

And Odin’s “you’ve already made me proud” line just feels like extra salt in the wound because, again, Loki let go because he realized Odin would never say those words to him. And yet they come so damn easily when it’s Thor.

Fuck this entire family so much. I think I hate them more than Loki does. Sometimes I wonder what he would think about that. How he would react to knowing that not only is he actually loved, but that he’s so loved that people are genuinely furious at the way he’s been mistreated. That there are people who regularly devolve into full-on rants because they just can’t contain how much anger they have towards the people who hurt him. I think he’d have a hard time wrapping his head around that concept, tbh.

Anyways, to end on a not-completely-depressing note, I’m still waiting for someone at Marvel to explain how Loki knew what Thor said in this scene after plummeting into a wormhole. ‘Cause he references this conversation as Fauxdin at the end of TDW. So like… ?? Did he steal Odin’s memories before he erased them? Because that would be… kind of neat, actually. And very clever. Not entirely ethical, of course, but it’s Odin, so fuck ethics.

WELP, THAT’S IT. Thanks for following along with my dumbassery, hope you enjoyed yourselves. Lol

#phase one: thor #loki meta #thor meta #odin's a+ parenting #frigga's b+ parenting #topic: thor and loki's broken relationship #loki #thor #heimdall #lady sif #the warriors 3 #jane foster #ragnarok cinematic universe #mcu #topic: asgardian hypocrisy #topic: asgardian militarism #topic: odin's family dynamic

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fangirlofbooksandpasta · 4 years ago

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The Last Kiss - Part 1

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warning: indirect sex, mild swearing, very very VERY vague thor x reader (as in they had a one night stand w/o any details and that’s all), kind of insecure reader

Summary: When their friend Thor invites them to visit Asgard, Y/N says yes. But there they meet Thor’s brother; the notorious Loki. And little by little their relationship evolves.

A/N: I such at writing and uploading regularly so sorry if you get into this and I don’t update for some time. I got help from @beksib with writing this. English is neither of our first languages, so sorry for any mistakes!! THERE WILL BE MORE PARTS IF I GET MY SHIT TOGETHER

Y/N knew that Thor had a brother. Loki. And they remembered from their 5th grade obsession with norse mythology, that Loki was the God of Mischief, which made them a little afraid of meeting him, although Thor reassured them; he’s harmless. So when Thor invited Y/N to visit Asgaard, they said yes.

When Y/N’s friends asked about their vacation plans, they couldn’t really tell them the details. Y/N could barely give them a general idea of where they were headed, as none of the friends had the inside knowledge. Truth was, Y/N wasn’t supposed to know either. Thor had gotten incredibly drunk one night at a bar, and told Y/N everything once they asked him where he was from. Of course, they believed none of it. He was just a drunk fool. But when they woke up the next morning, with a sleeping Thor lying by their side, they remembered sparks - on his… skin? Y/N also had a vague memory of his eyes lighting up during the act, but convinced themselves that it must’ve been light from outside their apartment that shone in. They mentioned the sparks and light as a joke when Thor had awakened, but the way Thor’s face expression changed with the speed of light, made them realise that something was odd about him. He tried to laugh it off , but his nonchalant attitude had vanished. For a long time after that, Thor avoided them. Which was rather difficult seeing that they worked with Bruce Banner as a part of their Ph.D. in molecular biology. What happened and was talked about at the tower, was top secret. This meant that Y/N had no access beyond the labs in which they occasionally worked with Bruce Banner. It was common knowledge that there was some sort of secret group at that tower, but Y/N never cared much for politics, which this seemed to be a part of. That was until they noticed Thor in the hallway with a funky sort of outfit, as if he was cosplaying a viking superhero.

So one day Thor was forced to explain everything, which, technically, was illegal, but it was Thor. What was gonna happen to him, prison?

Y/N just promised to keep it a secret and everything was fine. So fine that Thor invited them on vacation to Asgard.

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“This is a… guest room?” Y/N asked when the doors opened before them, revealing something that looked royal. Apparently it was just one of the guest rooms.

Their eyes were met with a wide bed of sheets that looked strangely soft. Everything was golden and expensive-looking, but not in a way that was too much - on the contrary. On one of the nightstands was a bouquet of flowers. Some of the flowers they recognised, some they didn’t, guessing that they were native to Asgard.

“Mother insisted I get flowers for my guests, so here you are, friend!” Thor said as excited as a golden retriever with his arms raised above his head. The sight made Y/N laugh at him

Soon they got dressed in Asgardian clothing, which they found surprisingly comfortable, considering how it looked. The main colour of the clothing being orange, it matched the golden plate covering their chest. It bore symbols that Y/N didn’t quite understand, although they did find them absolutely intriguing and beautiful. They felt like a royal warrior and for 15 minutes or so couldn’t stop looking at themselves in the mirror, turning around themselves and admiring the image before them, until Thor interrupted them.

He had to fulfill the royal duties that followed a prince, one of them being practising combat (which mostly consisted of him beating his friends up, according to Thor himself). This meant that Y/N was on their own for some hours, which resulted in seemingly endless wandering of the big and majestic halls of the palace - something they didn’t mind, boring as it sounds. Some of the hallways had big painted walls, portraying what Y/N guessed were great and iconic battles. She recognised Odin in some, Thor in others. Some of the paintings portrayed stories she had heard of before, like the creation of the world. Other halls were like long balconies where the city of Asgard was portrayed like a grandiose landscape painting, making Y/N stop in their steps and simply admire the beauty of it all. They could see movement below them. People in this world, that knew little of other worlds, going about their day as any other. None of them knew of Y/N’s existence, none of them cared that this guest from another realm was observing them from the castle.

But being lost amid the beauty of the golden city also meant that Y/N didn’t notice a certain prince standing at the other end of the open hallway. Loki, in his green attire, stood like a shadow in the bright sun and admired the guest. He couldn’t help but take in the beauty of how the flowy fabric embraced their figure in the gentle wind. The feeling was like a punch in the stomach - uncomfortable and unknown. He found himself fleeing the scene as if he had done something dreadful, which wasn’t something he usually would feel bad about. But this time he felt guilty.

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Y/N was met with an unbelievable sight. The throne room was decorated even more than it was usually. It was as if everything was covered with layers of gold. The guests - even servants - wore stunning clothing, the food looked delicious and endless on the long table, and according to Thor the ale practically refilled itself. At a loss for words, Y/N entered the throne room, feeling little and undeserving to be there. They had heard multiple Asgardians talk poorly about humans, which made them feel smaller than they felt before they heard these conversations.

“Are you alright?” a soft voice from beside them asked. They turned around and saw probably one of the most beautiful women they had ever seen. Stunned by her appearance, it took a moment to produce an answer.

“Y-yea, just overwhelmed I guess…” Y/N answered quietly, still admiring the throne room in all its glory when they felt a big hand pat them on their shoulder.

“Welcome to a real party!” Thor laughed as he too looked upon the scene before him. Behind him came the warriors three, Volstagg and Fandral laughing about something, Volstagg with ale in his hand, and Hogun nodding along beside them.

“Well who do we have here?!” Volstagg exclaimed in absolute excitement at the sight of an unknown guest. Y/N turned around, nervous at the thought of having to introduce themselves to people with a reputation such as theirs.

“Y/N, my friend from Midgaard!” Thor answered excitedly, making Y/N feel like the guest of honour - a feeling they’d rather not attain at all during their stay. Nonetheless, Thor was extravagant like that. Siff gave Y/N a compassionate look that essentially said I feel you.

“I must say that you look precious in your attire,” Fandral said in a sleek voice, a compliment Y/N appreciated but also felt weird by hearing. The clothing was beautiful, no doubt about it, but it was so different from what they used to wear back home. Being in a lab most of the time meant that clothing played a lesser role, as it was usually covered by a lab coat. Not only that, but in the rare occasion that they did dress up, it was nothing like what they were wearing at this ball. The insecurities and doubts hit them as soon as they stepped outside their room.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s like that with everyone,” Siff said while pushing Fandral away, which made Y/N feel more at ease. Once again they looked across the grand hall while sipping at the ale they had acquired from a servant during the conversation. It tasted sweeter and fruitier than any other ale that they had come across. It tasted magical. Suddenly an unusual character caught their eye. A man dressed in black and green. He was standing on the balconies, all alone. His cloak was moving with the wind. For a moment he was all Y/N could see. That was, until he turned around and walked back inside. In order not to get caught staring at this stranger, they turned around to find that everyone was in the middle of an energetic conversation about some battle or training session. Only the man with black hair and a braided beard, who they guessed was Hogun, was standing quietly by.

“His name is Loki. Brother of Thor,” Hogun said calmly to Y/N, who was rather confused for a moment as to who Hogun was talking about. He looked into their eyes and they understood who Hogun was referring to - the man on the balcony. They gazed upon the room and found Loki sitting by himself, also observing the party happening before him. Although the picture could be interpreted as a sad moment, he did look content with his situation.

“What’s up with him?” Y/N asked curiously, not knowing how to express their question better. They got this weird feeling from the man across the room, as if they could feel his presence more than they ycould feel everyone else’s. They looked back at Hogun after a moment, who simply sighed slightly at the question, letting it hang in the air.

“It’s complicated. Just,” he paused for a second before he looked into their eyes, “be wary if you are to converse with him. He can be manipulative.” Hogun’s warning echoed in their head while they walked to the long table to get themselves some food. It was a never ending buffet, a feast. So many different combinations could be made, it was nearly impossible to choose. The scents all mixed with each other and the foods’ warmth was felt on Y/N’s skin as they walked along the side of the table.

In a moment of unawareness, as they turned around to try and find Thor again, they walked into the back of a stranger.

“Oh shit sorry,” Y/N exclaimed when they realised what had happened. The stranger turned around, and soon Y/N realised that they were dealing with Loki.

Loki the God of Mischief.

And suddenly everything stood still.

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Part 50 - Meeting them

(Destraliationir is the name of the kind that were born on Destraliationa)

No one’s POV...

You then decided to go back and find the others. It wasn't long tho and then you heard fast footsteps. You turned around and faced Loki, he looked at you in panic.

"We have to get out of here ! Someone is here !", Loki said.

"I know. My former friends and Leondra are here. Nothing to worry about, Loki.", you replied.

"Former ?"

"Former life, former home, former knowledge, former people, former friends. Do I need to go on ?"

Loki shook his head.

"No. I understand."

"Good. Now let us find the others."

Loki nodded and off you two went, searching for the rest. Soon you found them all, looking at a very big painting. You already groaned in annoyance.

"What is it ?", Loki asked you.

"They look at that old painting of me and my 'family'. Annoying. I just killed them 1 or 2 hours ago !"

Loki chuckled.

"Maybe because you look different ?", he asked.

"I do not care ! The past is the fucking past, Loki ! I hate to remember it !"

"Well then, call them back."

"Guys !!! We need to pack !!!", you yelled.

They all turned around and nodded at you. Then they started to help and stabilize everything, like you told them as you planned the plan of coming here. Everything was going smooth. Then there was a crashing sound. You jumped out of fright and the others were ready to fight.

"Help ! Somebody help !! Rexon fell !!", Serafina yelled in panic.

You were the first one to sprint there and soon you saw Rexon on the ground, having no legs and Serafina stood there in utter panic and shock. She was always not strong enough to carry someone. You got down and lifted him up without any problems.

"It is okay. I will carry him. Go get the rest, until Leondra.", you said.

She nodded and sprinted off, getting the rest. You smiled softly and then returned, with Rexon in your arms, back to the rest. Everyone gasped in shock as they saw Rexon in your arms.

"What happened to him ?!", Thor asked.

"Who is that ?", Sif asked next.

"Is he alright ?!", Fandral asked.

"What is he ?", Frigga asked.

"Is he still alive ?", Loki asked.

"Calm down, guys. This is Rexon. He is a Destraliationir. As Thanos attacked Destraliationa he lost his legs. He and 3 more people survived and are hidden here. He is alright, for now. He is also still among the living, thank you very much Loki."

Rexon then startled awake.

"Where am I ?! Who are you ?! What are you ?! Where are my friends ?! What do you want from us ?!", he yelled.

"Rexon, please calm down. We are taking you and the Library, with our friends, to a much safer place. We go to Midgard."

"D-Destiny ? Is that you ?"

"Hi Rexon, my old friend."

Rexon smiled brightly.

"YOU ARE BACK !!! I wish I could stand and hug you !! I missed you so much !!"

"I didn't miss you. I had no memory. I just got them back and now I would say 'I missed you too', but it would actually be a lie."

Rexon chuckled.

"Still you. And we know. Sera told us."

You smiled at that.

"I will also see to it, that you get your legs back, my former friend."

"Former ?"

"Well...I died 3 times already and came back with a new memory and life, so...yeah. Former. We are practically strangers now.", you answered.

"Oh...I didn't think about that...", Rexon mumbled.

"That doesn't mean that we aren't friends anymore.", you told him.

"I know...It just feels...strange now..."

You chuckled.

"Typical you. You just feel strange, when someone tells you why it should be strange."

"Hey !!"

Now you started to laugh loudly. You always loved to confuse and annoy him. It was funny to see his reactions.

"DESTINY !!!!", a voice yelled.

You turned around and you saw Scarson. He looked terrible and like someone who went totally mad. You turned to Thor.

"Can you please take Rexon ?", you asked Thor.

"Of course."

He took him and you went over to Scarson and Serafina.

"Scar...What the heck happened to you ? You look like a mad idiot. When did you take care of yourself properly the last time ?", you asked worried.

"A few months ago.", he answered simply.

"Eww...I am not gonna hug you, you look filthy.", you joked.

"Ha ! As if that ever bothered you !", he said.

You smiled mischievously and then thought over a spell. The next thing that happened was, that Scarson was totally wet and covered in soap. He gasped in shock and stared at you. You smirked at him.

"Wakey, wakey. Now you are clean and now I will hug you.", you said.

"You...you really are here this time ?", he asked in disbelief.

You smiled at him softly.

"I am here."

Scarson suddenly broke out in tears and ran to you crying.

"DEST !!!!!!!"

You accepted him in your arms and hugged him tightly.

"I-I thought you are d-dead !! I-I was s-so w-worried ab-out you !!! Never do such a thing again !!", he cried out.

You hugged him even tighter.

"I can't promise you that....and you know it.", she mumbled in his wet, clean hair.

"Why not ?!", he asked desperate.

"Because Thanos is still out there and I have duties to fullfill. Deadly duties."

Scarson stopped sobbing for a second and then he bawled into your chest again.

Maybe you ask yourself now...why is he doing that ? Were you two lovers ? Were you actually his Mother ? The answer to such things is no. He was like a little Brother to you and for him you were like a Sister. His big Idol.

"Hush...I am here now Scar. I am not leaving that soon again. I promise you that.", you told him.

Then he pulled away and Scarson smiled at you.

"I am glad to hear that."

"Hey ! When do I get my hug ?", Sera asked impatiently.

You groaned and opened your arms.

"Come here you annoyed fella.", you joked.

She laughed and ran into your arms, hugging you tightly. You hugged her back, tightly.

"DESTINY !! YOU ARE BACK MY SOULMATE !!! MY LOVE !!", someone yelled.

You froze in sheer panic.

"Oh no...", Scarson mumbled.

Part 51

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modernpace · 4 years ago

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Loki x Reader chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Girl and Her Training

Birds chirped around you and the warmth of the sun graced your skin. You plopped a grape into your mouth and doodled in your notebook. You placed the pen down and looked at your work.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you placed the pen against your chin. Loki's intrigued face was sprawled on the pages... A broken memory from that night.

Days had gone by, but you could only remember bits and pieces. Drinking with Thor and his friends, stumbling in front of and amused Loki, and displaying your power to him. You couldn't remember the words you exchanged, or why you conjured a wolf, just that you did.

It was probably well deserved.

"Lady Y/n."

You looked up and closed your book, quickly making room on the bench for her, "Your majesty. Good morning! Um... what can I do for you?"

She returned a smile and sat beside you, "I hope you're adjusting well?"

You nodded, "Yes," you thought about how the last few days consisted of lots of reading, even training with Sif, "I have been. It's been different, but refreshing."

She nodded and glanced at your notebook. "Do you write?"

"And draw," you answered while you traced your fingers on the spine's stitching, "I hope it's okay that I've been writing about my training?"

She let out a soft chuckle, "Of course, my dear. Have the books helped?" You nodded again. "Wonderful." She stood and looked down at you, "Thor tells me it's been several days since you've gone back to visit his brother."

You go to open your mouth but don't know how to respond. It's true. You felt...uneasy about returning to the dungeons; anxious if Loki would find a way to retaliate. "Your majesty, if I may?" She nodded. "What exactly is my purpose being here? Going there? Thor has been dodging my questions."

"Lady Y/n, I've heard great things about you, and you've been a friend to Thor. I hope you being here will show Loki the error of his ways--that humanity and Midgardians are not what he perceives them to be."

You were still confused. How could she honestly believe that about you? If Loki hadn't learned anything from your friends back home, why would he learn anything from you? An intern? A novice?

"Have a lovely day, Y/n." Her smile was just as warm as the sun. She turned and walked off, leaving you alone with your confusion.

Well, that wasn't very helpful.

You pondered and tried to brainstorm. Maybe there was something you could get from him.

****

You chewed at your thumbnail as you contemplated your next steps. Taking a deep breath and holding your head high, you walked through the dungeon to his cell.

"Well, well. Look who came crawling back." He was leaning against the wall with a chalice in hand.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, "Don't get too excited. I came out of obligation." He raised an eyebrow curiously. "First off, I need to apologize about the other night."

A laugh erupted from him, "For what? That pathetic excuse of an illusion?"

"Pathetic? Last I checked you were begging. Loki, God of... begging, was it?" You smirked as he clenched his jaw. Sighing you continued, "I am sorry. I don't usually get that drunk. And so I might've lost my temper." You both stood in silence, and you averted your gaze.

"I find drunk you a bit more interesting."

"Oh really?"

He nodded with a sly smile, "Much more honest, too." He took a swig from his chalice. "You should really be careful who you confide in when you're drunk."

You frowned at him. "Well, you're gonna have to get used to this version of me."

You both stood in silence again. Then he finally spoke up.

"Why exactly?" He pushed himself off the wall and walked closer to the barrier, closer to you. "Why are you obligated to come here?"

You hesitated. What could you say? 'Oh your brother asked me to come here and didn't say why, but he asked me to trust him.' or 'your mom apparently thinks I'm some sort of therapist now.' You sighed and looked up at him. "Do you want the honest answer, or what I think?"

His eyes narrowed. "Both."

"Truth? Your mother and brother think I'm something more than I am. What do I think? They're both wrong, but might as well make the best out of this."

He brought his hand below his chin as if he was pondering something. "Pathetic," he said to himself.

"Look," you started. "I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to be doing, but I have a proposition"

He set the chalice down on the table, "Go on."

"I'll play nice and maintain honesty, and you..." his eyes urged you to continue, "You teach me."

His face twisted with confusion, "Pardon?"

"C'mon, Loki. Thor told me about your tricks. And since my illusion was 'pathetic,'" You stepped closer to the barrier, taunting him. "Show me better," you challenged. Something flashed in his eyes. "Besides, there's only so much I can learn from your mother's books. Why not learn from her greatest student?" Ah, yes, Y/n, stroke his ego.

He smirked devilishly as he answered, "Why not, indeed?"

You left the dungeons feeling triumphant that you were able to crack him a bit. Frigga thinks you can get to Loki, but he doesn't know or trust you yet. He probably never will... but it might be in your best interest to act like you were at least a little interested in his...many talents.

As you walk back to your room, you find Thor heading in your opposite direction. You smiled and waved, "Hi, Thor."

"Y/n!" He beamed and slowed his pace as he reached you. "Are you busy?" You shake your head and he nods, "Come with me." You turn around and follow him. He leads you to the training grounds where Sif, The Warriors Three, and other soldiers were training.

"What exactly am I doing here?" You questioned. Thor gave you a reassuring smile as he waved down his four friends. They greeted you with big mischievous smiles and you began to feel uneasy. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Sif shoots Thor a nasty look, "You didn't tell her?"

He chuckles and shrugs, "What fun would that be? She'll be fine."

"Hi," you waved your hand with a straight face, "she is right here. Why exactly will I be fine?"

Volstagg wrapped an arm around you and laughed, "You'll do just great. No need to fret."

You squirmed and pulled away, "Can you guys just tell me what the hell is going on."

Fandral smirked, "You received training on Midgard, correct?" You nodded. "And Sif has been training you over the last few days?" You nodded again.

"You'll be fighting one of us by the end of the month," Hogun said plainly.

You stood dumbfounded. There was no way they were serious. Right? You fighting one of them? It was a rigged fight. There was no way little-ole-you could take on one of them.

Fandral leaned to Thor and whispered, "Is she having a heart attack?"

****

You sighed as you stared up at the crisp sky. There were hardly any clouds, and the sun was beating down on you. The birds sang their usual tunes. It was calming.

A shadow covered the sun above you and a stern face looked down at you. Sif gently kicked your arm as you laid on the ground, "Get up." She walked away, "Time to focus, Y/n. You can't be distracted."

You silently groaned and pulled yourself off the ground. You had one more day until one of the five of them were to challenge you. You still didn't know who, so they took turns training you each day. You kept up with your conditioning and running--you knew Steve and Nat would hound you when you got back if you didn't. You could hear their supportive nagging in your head every morning as you pushed yourself further and further.

You took a deep breath and channeled your energy into your hands. You felt them get warm, as they radiated with a yellow light. You felt the light solidify and extend into two sharp daggers.

Frigga's books were...helpful, to say the least. They focused on magic, which was relatively different from your powers. But after some playing around you were able to harness your energy into different forms. Well, and Loki had been very critical about your abilities. He mostly just doubted you and made fun of you when you would show him what you learned. Besides, over the last month, you only visited once a week due to your busy training schedule. So it's not like he's seen how much you've improved. Not that his approval mattered.

As the weeks progressed, your illusions had improved too. You were able to make your illusions cover more ground, do two or three illusions at once, and even camouflage yourself. The last one you were especially proud of. It definitely helped in combat training.

Sif held her shield close to her chest, with her sword at her side. She had a small smirk on her face. She gave you a small nod.

You lunged toward her but she dodged to your right. She swung her sword toward you.

But you quickly blocked her with both your daggers.

You focused your strength on stopping her sword. You knew she'd probably swing at you with her shield.

She did.

You ducked and pushed yourself to your left, putting some distance between you two. Now you were the one on the defensive.

You put a glamour on yourself and watched as your illusioned-self and Sif slowly circled each other.

Sif ran toward your clone but they dodged her.

Your clone continued to dodge Sif's attacks and avoided any physical blocks.

You made sure to move slowly and quietly as you inched closer to Sif from behind. You were finally close enough to catch her by surprise.

Just as you were about to act, her sword passed through your clone.

Your eyes widened as she followed through with her swing and turned her body so its blade just barely touched your neck.

You stood still but let the glamour fall. She panted as she smirked at you.

"Better," she started, "But if you allow your illusion to remain untouched for too long, your opponent will grow suspicious."

Her sword was still sitting next to your neck. "I yield," you chirped, still stunned by how fast she was. She let her arm fall to her side, sword in hand, and you two walked over to a tree. She leaned against the tree and drank some water. "How am I supposed to beat any of you?" you asked sitting under the shade.

Sif shook her head and looked down at you, "It's not always about beating your opponent, but learning and adapting."

"So when I have my first mission I'm supposed to befriend my enemy?" You responded sarcastically.

"Y/n," she looked at you sternly, "You can learn great things from your enemies. Your goal may be to win, but there's much more to take away from any fight you're in." You sighed as you laid back onto the cold grass.

You knew she was right, but that didn't ease your anxiety. You were going up against an Asgardian.

You can learn great things from your enemies.

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A/N:

Hi Everyone!

Thank you for your patience! I had to take a short hiatus cuz i had a stomach bug and college midterms.

Chapters should be published regularly now! I'm planning to get ahead of writing them so i can post multiple at once.

I'm planning on having a discord group where we can binge Marvel movies so if you're interested comment or DM me!

I'll also be starting Questions of the Week to get to know yall!

Oh also you can find this on WATTPAD and AO3 under the same username and title

Stay Classy,

xx Izzy <3

QOTD: What's your favorite snack/candy?

AOTD: I'm obsessed with Airhead X-tremes

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mcfiddlestan · 4 years ago

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Last 10 Fics Tag Meme

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics read or written and then tag others to do the same.

No one tagged me, but I saw it in the tags of one of my ships and it looked fun.

1. Untitled WinterFrost Single Dad AU (Bucky/Loki)

The sound of his front door opening and closing pulled Loki from a deep sleep. So deep, it took him a moment to remember where he was and how he knew that was his front door. His eyes opened slowly once, twice, and then again, to nothing but the darkness of what he was sure was his bedroom. Then the pounding started. Incessantly, pulsing around his entire head. Damned migraines. Loki let out a low grain, thought fuck it, and buried his face deeper into his pillow. Moments later, the door to his bedroom pushed open.

“Time to rise, Sunshine.”

Loki grumbled at the familiar voice, and slowly, he turned his body, rolling onto his back. “Why are you always so chipper in the morning? Oh, for Norn’s sake!” He threw a pillow over his face as the curtains were pulled open and let the blinding daylight flood the room. “I’ve got a damn migraine!”

2. Untitled Stucky Modern AU (Steve/Bucky and a healthy side of Sam/Natasha)

Bucky, his mind drawing a blank, was idly strumming his guitar when he heard the hard slam coming from next door. He surmised his neighbor and best friend, Natasha, had returned from her date, and assumed she’d be over in a few minutes to tell him about it. But when he heard a couple more distant slams and one very heavy thump against their shared wall, his curiosity got the better of him. Setting aside his black Fender, and stepping carefully over a dozing Avalanche, his tuxedo cat, Bucky walked barefoot through his apartment, into the hall, and breezed right into Natasha’s apartment.

He didn’t see her, but Bucky heard Natasha swear sharply, followed by something rattling against the hardwood floor. Waiting, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his dark sweatpants. Bucky watched as the top of Natasha’s head, burgundy hair in a stylish messy bun, popped up as she’d bent to pick up what he suspected was the cap to the bottle of vodka in her hand. “Hey, babe.”

Natasha turned dark green eyes on him, a sour expression pinching her usually attractive features, and said nothing, only moving to pour herself a full tumbler glass of the clear liquor. Bucky watched her swallow down most of it then waited silently as she filled it up once again.

He moved to rest his elbows on her pub height dining table. “Bad date?”

“You think?”

3. A Boyfriend for Christmas (Bucky/Loki)

“I need your help.”

Loki stared at the man in his doorway for a good five seconds, his lips in a thin red line, and his perfectly groomed black brows arched in curiosity. The man — his neighbor, Loki knew — was good-looking, Loki thought as he took the time to look him over, lips turning up in a soft grin. “Good evening to you, too, 9B.” The man’s lashes fluttered as they did a quick change from widened panic to a more relaxed gaze. Norns, his eyes were an impossible blue. “I can’t promise to help, but try me,” Loki drawled, taking a casual stance, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door jamb.

“Okay. Believe me, I know how this is gonna sound, and I swear I’ll make it up to you — somehow — but…well…okay. Here goes…” Loki cocked a brow, amused. “I need you to be my boyfriend for one night.”

Surprised, and maybe even surprising his neighbor, too, Loki laughed, a tickled near-giggle, and straightened. “You need me to do what now?”

4. Welcome Home -- working title (Bucky/Loki)

Bucky woke with a start, shooting up in his bed, and opening his eyes to near darkness, but for the faint orange glow of the streetlamps outside his bedroom window. For a moment, he was still in the dream; back in the desert, embedded in dirt, surrounded by heat. And flanked by Steve. On his right. He rubbed at his eyes, harder than necessary, willing the image of his best friend smiling and laughing to fade away again.

Two years had passed since it all happened. The first year was the hardest. Stuck in the hospital, healing, speaking to no one but nurses and doctors — and the occasional military personnel, looking for the gory details. The minute he was out, Bucky was hounded by government officials wanting him to attend various memorials in the good captain’s name. Wanting him to relive the worst day of his life — which is saying a lot for a kid from Brooklyn who wasn’t far from ground zero on September 11, 2001. Was it any wonder that Bucky chose to up and disappear and go into hiding once it all finally ended?

5. WinterFrost Tumblr PWP Prompt (Bucky/Loki)

Bucky barged into the loft apartment, a dark expression screwing up his face, and paused just as the door slammed closed. His eyes, hidden beneath the black face paint smeared around them, like a burglar’s mask, did a quick scan of the layout of the open space before him. He kicked off his muddy boots, leaving them near the door, knowing his ‘loftmate’ wouldn’t take kindly to him leaving a dirt track through the well-kept place. He made a quick mental note to take care of the boots first thing in the morning. His mouth in a deep pout, Bucky thought to himself that it was times like this when he returned from a mission exhausted and not in the mood for company, that he wondered why he ever decided to move in with Loki, resident God of Mischief.

6. Post-Civil War/Ragnarok Frostiron AU (Tony/Loki)

There was no doubt in Tony’s mind just exactly what -- or rather who -- brought that subtle shift in atmosphere into the lab. He’d been expecting it, at some point, if he was honest with himself. And while a small part of him felt relief, there was, always had been, that slightly narcissistic part of his personality that would resent not being at the top of a certain someone’s to-do list.

Tony felt the faint flutter of air sweep across the back of his neck first, which reminded him he really needed to get a haircut. His nose tickled at the sharp tang the wafting scent of ozone often left in its wake. Realization about what exactly was about to transpire had Tony’s stomach doing a bit of a flip; pride, though, forced him to remain with his back to where he felt someone else’s presence. For a fleeting moment, Tony wondered if he could handle this.

Recalling everything that had happened since he last saw his visitor -- the mess with Ultron, the devastating truth about his parents’ deaths, the ends of friendships he actually mourned, the airport, Rhodey, the kid, the Accords -- all of it was a rollercoaster ride for which Tony had never signed up. But this...this one had hurt. The worst part was having to hide the hurt, the heartbreak, because no one knew. No one; not Pepper, not Happy. Not even Rhodey. Nobody knew the blow it was to the one they called Iron Man. How could they? No one knew that Iron Man had fallen in love with the God of Mischief.

7. Untitled Royals AU (Tony/Loki, with a splash of Bucky/Loki)

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me like this?”

Odin, King of Asgard, aimed a dark look across the conference table at Loki, the younger of his two sons, his anger and frustration growing by the second. The air of arrogance and disinterest emanating from Loki, raven-haired and more handsome than was good for him at an aggravating twenty-four years old, was making Odin curl his weathered hands into tight fists on top of the table. Loki looked at him, a questionable flash of surprise crossing his pale, chiseled features, his mostly-green eyes all but twinkling at him, mocking and laughing.

“Of course I don’t.”

He was no fool; not Odin Borson. His expression darkened further, as he waited for the next words to come from Prince Loki’s mouth.

“It’s not that I don’t enjoy embarrassing you. It’s more that it’s…a perk.” He smirked at Odin, like the brat he was, and Odin’s response was interjected by the Queen’s subtle astonishment.

“Loki.” His eyes moved to her, and her disapproving look, and the smirk vanished.

Odin slammed the newspaper that he’d been keeping in his lap to the glossy top of the long mahogany table. The headlines of Loki’s chaotic week in the States screamed about alcohol, fast cars, and the general recklessness of a perceived overly-spoiled son of royalty. “This is not a joke, Loki.”

8. Take A Bow (Tony/Loki)

Loki rushed through the narrow hallway, coughing to clear his throat of the makeshift fog that had filled the stage for the final moments of the play. By the time he reached the haven of his dressing room, his necktie was undone and his shirt was half unbuttoned. The hurried shouts and stomps of people working backstage were blissfully drowned out as Darcy, his new young assistant, quickly closed the door behind him.

“Great show tonight, Boss,” Darcy chirped as she took the discarded tie Loki handed over and waited to take his costume jacket and vest. Loki chuckled a thank you as she turned away from him. He urged her several times already to just call him by his name, but she insisted on calling him Boss, like he was a gangster in the 1930s. Darcy returned with a glass of water and Loki smiled his thanks before taking a long drink.

9. The House Guest (genderswapped FrostIron, fem!Toni/fem!Loki)

Loki sat in the front seat of a beat-up red convertible and stared blankly ahead. A mixture of hurt and anger had her brow furrowing, her lips pressed tightly together, and her chin, goddammit, was trembling. As Fandral droned on, giving his pathetic explanation, Loki did her best to focus on the other sounds around her — the birds chirping in the late summer morning; a neighbor’s dog barking in the distance; someone’s car alarm down the street malfunctioning — and fought to keep her eyes, fixated now on the white garage door in front of the car, from filling with tears.

Bullshit. She was hearing noting but utter bullshit. Her high school days behind her, Loki had spent the summer constructing plans for the next few months that didn’t involve going to her father’s alma mater in New York and spending the next four years of her life behind more piles of books. She had no interest in swapping high school jocks for frat boys. What she’d had were plans to go on a road trip across the States — and beyond — with Fandral, making love and making music.

But, apparently, Fandral had other plans. And the shitty reasons he was giving for not staying with Loki weren’t helping her understand any better.

10. WinterIron Bodyguard AU (Bucky/Tony)

“Founder and CEO of Stark International and Columbia professor wife critically injured in car accident.”

“Howard Stark, 69, runs car off-road in upstate New York.”

“Socialite couple Howard and Maria Stark injured in car accident. Condition, for both, critical.”

Tony watched the words all but screaming at him from the two flat-screen televisions mounted side-by-side on his bedroom wall, frozen in the spot where he stood by his bed. The words the news anchors spoke, giving details of the accident, were nothing but white noise in his ears. He’d gone numb. He processed nothing. Except that his parents had been in a horrific car accident — a shot of what was left of father’s silver Cadillac made Tony’s knees give out and he dropped to the foot of his bed.

How could anyone survive that? he thought to himself.

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Tagging @teadrinkingwolfgirl @incredifishface @maeve-curry-writes @stephrc79 and literally anyone else who wants to/feels like doing it (tagged peeps, don’t feel obligated!)

#frostiron #winterfrost #samtasha #stucky #winteriron #fic meme #my fics #mostly WIPs #i have a lot to work on #writer's problems

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thorne93 · 5 years ago

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 9)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 1171

Warnings: Language

Note: This is a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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My dear, Shannon,

Haha I am sorry he scared Lucky, I will try to tell him to be more careful. That's great Tony let you two have a place at the tower! I bet that makes everything a ton easier! And hahah, I always knew Tony was a softey for dogs.

Oh my god, Shannon that is amazing news! Congratulations. I know you'll have so much fun! You need to wear the yellow dress, that short number, with the red pumps. Get your hair styled, and go for a natural look. Tony will die for that. Oh, I wish I was there to see your face when he asked….

Yes, please do tell me about Jane. I will tell Thor of her success, I’m sure he would be happy to hear about her.

No, Odin never smiles. Unless Queen Frigga is talking to him, haha. Other than that he is very stern, and I try to avoid him.

But the good news is that Loki is finally talking to me. He found me in the palace library… well I should say he scared me in the library. I was reading and he suddenly appeared and had asked, “So you're adopted as well?” He seemed shy, or hesitant at the time. But he made me jump, nonetheless. But now… Shannon, we spend nearly every minute together. Unless I’m training with Thor and his friends, I'm with Loki. He is quite the character once you get him to open up. He still hasn't divulged all of his feelings, but we touched the surface of the issues with his family. After that, he seemed interested in my work on earth and when he found out I studied their culture he offered to show me everything. Their history, their laws, their societal rules. He is a great teacher. Now that I have the phone back, he promised me some selfies with him, so I’m very excited for that.

Speaking of teaching, I am doing much better with my swordsmanship. I didn't defeat Fandral in our practice, but came close. Loki asked if he could teach me how to use his daggers and throw them, and I, of course, said yes. He seems to like having a companion that hangs on his every word.

And don't be mad, but yes, both the queen and prince are trying to teach me magic. I’m sorry! I couldn't resist. I am doing well so far! But I swear I won't go into battle. My weapon is my mind, I'm not made for the battlefield. I’m sure your powers would be of great use here. In fact when I get back I'll show you everything they taught me.

However, there is news of my parentage - they found record if a baby girl with my hair and eye color born the same week as my birthday. They're gathering what they can on the parents. So here's to hoping.

Yes, please send Thor pop tarts. He has asked about them five times, it’s driving me mad. Do not worry about sending the books. I have notebooks here that I am taking generous notes on. Thank you though.

I start work with the Asgardians tomorrow. I am very nervous.

Tell me all about the date! I can't wait to hear every detail!

Your sister from an (possible) Asgardian mister,

Y/N/N

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Y/N, my dear sister

Living at the tower is a whole new thing and even more different now that Tony and I are going out. It does make things easier when it comes to work because sometimes I’ll figure something out and can quickly head to the lab and continue my work. With everything that I’ve done already I was able to pay off the last of what we needed for the apartment so now it’s officially ours. Y/N, we own an apartment now! Who would have thought that the great Tony Stark would be a total softie for a dog?

It’s still a shock to me that Tony and I are going to be dating it feels like a dream, Y/N/N, a really wonderful dream. Thanks for the suggestion. I do believe that I’ll wear that dress and the heels even though I’m pretty sure he has a heel kink but he won’t admit it. I wish you’d been here to record it so that I could look back on him asking me out!

You would not believe how shocked she was when she found out she would be funded for the next 8 years for whatever research she does. I think Darcy had to get her to sit down and drink some water and she was completely okay with the conditions of what she would do with her results also I gave her access to whatever tech she might need I recorded a video her face looks hilarious! Bet he would be very impressed with her accomplishment.

He’s serious but is he a good ruler? I haven’t read much about him but there is a lot about his wife. You have to get a picture of them two maybe him smiling? Maybe Loki can help you.

I’m so glad to hear that you two are finally talking! Aww, Y/N, you always were an easy scare when you’re reading, sounds like you two are getting really cozy (wink wink), guess I’m going to get to tease you too. I always knew you’d get a man hooked to you because of your genius brain, hehe. I bet you’ve become the teacher’s pet 😉.

Maybe when you come back we can have a good little practice fight between my abilities and your swordsmanship. Mmm, Y/N, my girl getting a private practice session with Loki? Well how could he not like a companion like you? You’re the whole package and if he doesn’t see that then I’m gonna have to get there and knock it into him.

Y/N, My GOSH! You know I’m gonna be worried about you a lot more now that I have no way of being there to make sure I can keep you safe, what if something happens? Maybe we can have a one on one in the new training floor Tony is having built for some reason.

Here is to hope that you’re at the final step to unveiling the truth as to where you come from but that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and you’re always family no matter what.

I don’t think the raven will be able to carry the pop tarts. See if you can find Thor and find a way to open the Bifrost to receive the package?

I’ll keep the book with me in hopes to find anything that you might be able to take photos of. I hope to hear all about working with the Asgardians soon enough.

And I’ll definitely let you know all the details about the date we’re both just as nervous about big events.

See you soon,

Shannon

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#unforseen chasm #loki x reader #tony stark x ofc #loki fic #loki odinson #tony stark #tony stark fic #thor #thor 1

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thatonefromyourdreams · 6 years ago

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Muse 3: “Mil tormentas” (A thousand storms)

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: Y/N and Wanda had been best friends since High school. Between pyjama parties and uncountable time together Y/N fell in love with Wanda, but love is difficult and it is even more when you live in a place where everything is either black or white. Love can heal but it can also destroy.

A/N:Every chapter is going to be based on Morat’s albums, feel free to check out their amazing music.

Tags: @leylanesobsessions @buckyohh @never-stopp-growing @toniilaney @5aftermidnight @genesisnievesr @romanova-maximoff-danvers @terror-triplet @autumnjackson4 @marvel-wlw

Warnings: Mild smut, sadness, bad English?

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Pude sobrevivir a un mar sin viento. Pues supe conquistar tu piel y encontré un segundo aliento.

I was able to survive a windless sea. Cause I knew how to conquer your skin. And I found a second breath.

“I used to believe love was utter bullshit,” You said as you laid on your therapist’s couch, it was rtcliché in every way. You laying on Dr. Rodhey’s couch as if it was from a cheap hollywood movie.

“What has changed?” He asked, you weren’t looking at him. YOu had your eyes closed while your mind roamed on Wanda’s memories.

“I met someone,” You said quietly

“Are we talking about Wanda?” He asked again

You nodded ashamed

“Have you tried looking for a distraction?” He asked but it seemed more like a suggestion

“I have, if by distraction you mean dating more people?” You answered

“How did that work for you?”

“It worked while it lasted, then when they left all the darkness came back.” You explained “And she came back to my mind. I don’t think having this crush on her is healthy for me.” You sighed

“I don’t think that what you have is just a crush.” He said carefully, “You know, when people have been deprived of love during most of their life, insignificant shows of affect can make them obsess over someone.”

“Are you implying that my parents didn’t love me?” You asked confused

“Or that you didn’t have a romantic life during your teenage years.” He added

“I didn’t, but I had Nat, why I’m not obsessing over her?”

“Because she is like a sister to you, that kind of love wasn’t missing from your life. But Wanda on the other hand, appeared when you were discovering what you liked and she fitted in the concept of love you had. That is why you fell in love with her.” It didn’t make any sense.

“She was there while Natasha was constantly dating other people.” He started “I’m speaking from what you’ve told me, Wanda was an outcast like you, but you had a little bit of more popularity so she needed you.”

You nodded.

“Maybe your brain misinterpreted that need with love?” He inquired

Maybe you can go and fuck yourself.

“Maybe.” You offered tight smile

“Our time for today has finished,” He said closing his folder and standing up.

“I’ll see you in two weeks,” You said walking to the door

“Of course,” was all he said as you left the office

Fucking douchebag

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It was finally friday night, after a long, long, long week you had finally be able to take a break. You were now lying on one of the couches in the living room, with a glass of wine and a bag of chips watching Lucifer for the fiftieth time.

“Tom Ellis is just so fine,” Gamora whined

“I feel you sister,” You responded

Nebula, Gamora, Darcy, Sif and Valkyrie were scattered around the living room, Lucifer was playing and everyone was, in some way, watching it.

“You guys are disgusting,” Valkyrie said making a disgusted face while looking at Sif and Darcy making out.

“You should get a fucking room!” Nebula faked gagged

“Oh, we will do that for sure,” Darcy winked at both girls

“Ew,” Nebula said before laughing

“I’m a lonely lesbian,” Valkiyrie whined

“Same, but not a lesbian.” You said pouring more wine in your glass

“We should do shots.” Gamora offered, the last time you had been drunk was the day you made out with Wanda and the sole thought of her under you in underwear made you wet.

“Can I join?” Wanda’s voice sounded as she entered the living room

It was an involuntary movement but as soon as you heard her you stood up, she smiled sweetly at you while she walked to your side on the couch.

Everyone knew, they just knew how smitten you were by her.

You sat and she sat next you, cuddling to your side. You swore that everyone in the room could hear the loud noises your heart was making.

“How was your day?” She asked quietly as if you were sharing a secret.

“It was okay,” You smiled looking down at her, Sif elbowed Darcy to glance at you. She did and her heart warmed at the way you were looking at Wanda. They understood how you felt. Darcy understood better, she was in your shoes not long ago.

Sif was in a relationship with her high school boyfriend, Fandral, but all she did was cry. All day, all night. Darcy was always with her, they had never been in a same sex relationship before so it was all new for them when they understood they loved each other.

“Remember when we were like that?” Sif whispered to Darcy, she simply nodded.

“I’m so grateful we’re not on that painful stage anymore,” Darcy answered kissing Sif’s temple, she was truly everything to her and their parents had been surprisingly open to the relationship. Something Y/N didn’t have. They knew how her parents were. Extremely good people but very close minded. She was going to go through a hard time if things with Wanda eventually worked out.

“How was yours?” You asked playing with her hair without actually thinking about it

“It was nice, classes were boring, job was okay and Vis took me to this place downtown where they sold this very tasty grilled cheese sandwiches, I bet you would’ve loved them.” She smiled looking up at you.

Your stomach twisted at the mention of Vision. She was in a committed relationship, she wasn’t yours, she was never going to be yours and that reality hurt more than anything.

Me hiciste un favor, me devolviste el miedo… Por fin tengo algo que perder si te vas y yo me quedo.

You did me a favor, you gave me back my fear…I finally have something to lose if you leave and I stay back.

“You know me too well,” You tried not to sound sad, but her presence gave you an ambivalent feeling of sadness and happiness at the same time. She was the reason of both of those contradictory feelings.

“Are you gonna head out today?” She asked bringing you back from your sad thoughts

“Nat and the guys are waiting for me at Drax’s at 9,” You answered, she didn’t answer but there was a change in her mood. “You?” You asked her

“Vis and I were going to go to the theater tonight but he didn’t finish his project for tomorrow so he is going to pull an all-nighter to finish it.” She sighed

“Want to join us?” You said without thinking. Nat wasn’t very fond to Wanda, she knew how much your crush with her made you suffer and the guys weren’t too far behind.

“I don’t think so but thank you Y/N” She accommodated her head on your chest, a shot of joy went through your veins

It was barely 6:30, you had plenty of time to get ready and enjoy the presence of Wanda in your arms.

What life could be if fate was kind enough to let you stay like this forever, you, her and a bunch of animals in a farm in the middle of nowhere. Maybe a kid or two with her beautiful eyes and her intelligence. She would look so beautiful while carrying your child, you would buy her any food she craved and treat her like a princess. You would cuddle every afternoon after work and talk about your day, maybe watch a movie or the sunset from the porch. Maybe you would cook pasta or a homemade pizza and pour two glasses of wine while getting drunk in each other presence.

“You are zoning out,” She giggled

“I’m sorry,” You smiled at the sound of that beautiful sound.

“What were you thinking about?” She asked

You, us, life, the impossible.

“Work, and all the things I have to do before christmas break,” You sighed, christmas was just 6 weeks away and the thought of going home to your family made you feel uneasy. They loved questioning your love life. After your last relationship you had never brought anyone again to your house. That was almost 4 years ago.

“It’s 2 months away, you shouldn’t worry too much,” Her smile was your favorite thing in the world. It could calm any storm inside you.

She raised her hand to put a strand of your hair behind your ear. That tiny action made your heart flutter.

“You’re so beautiful,” You whispered forgetting there were four other people in the room.

Her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of rose.

“I’m sorry,” You stuttered as you stood from the couch “I’m gonna go change.”

“What just happened?” Wanda looked at Nebula who was as shook as the other three girls watching the exchange.

“And then I just creeply said ‘You’re so beautiful!’ what the fuck is wrong with me?!” You whined as you re told the story t Nat and Steve.

Nat was smirking knowing this was a hundred percent something you would say

“That was sweet,” Steve said trying not to laugh

“It was stupid!” You banged your head on the table

“Look at that,” Nat pointed to the entrance of the bar, you turned to look at the direction she pointed. Carol Danvers.

“Is that…?” You started as Nat nodded. Carol fucking Danvers. Your first girl experience, she had confirmed your sexual orientation on your freshman year of college. But sadly she moved away the next year. She was here again. “A distraction,” Rhodey’s voice echoed in your head.

“She looks even prettier,” Nat pointed. That was true, she had short hair now and boy she looked gorgeous.

“Y/N” She said as she came closer to your table

“Carol,” You side smiled at her

“You haven’t changed a bit,” She shook her head “Romanoff, captain.” She referred at Steve as the captain of the football team.

“Danvers,” Nat smiled as Steve waved.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked gulping the rest of your beer

“I thought you’d never ask.” Carol said biting her bottom lip trying to suppress a smile

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” You sad to Nat and Steve

“Is that Carol Danvers and Y/N?” Bucky asked as he sat on one of the chairs

“My baby girl is killing the game!” Sam shouted

“I want to see how that one goes,” Steve sighed

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“That was…” You panted as Carol spooned you

“A very nice welcome back gift,” She giggled, you couldn’t stop the comparing thought that hit you when you remembered Wanda’s giggle. She sounded nothing like her.

“I don’t know whose present was it,” You laughed “You made me cum 4 times, I can’t feel my legs.”

Carol laughed

“You’re welcome,” She kissed your hair “And thank you, but you owe me an orgasm you only gave me 3.”

“As soon as I can feel my legs again we are even,” You turned around to see her face

“I missed you,” She whispered. She was pretty, her big brown eyes reminded you of coffee in the morning, so helpful, so necessary, so warm.

“I missed you too,” You lied. You didn’t have the time to miss her, Wanda took most of your thoughts and time.

“Liar,” she kissed your nose “How is Wanda?”

“She’s good,” You said awkwardly

“Are you still in love with her?” She continued

“No,”

“Liar,” She laughed “It’s okay Y/N”

“No is not,” Your voice broke “I can’t keep postponing my life because I’m still hoping she is going to love me back someday.”

“Shh,” She dried your tears with her thumb.

“I’m hopeless,” You sighed

“Aren’t we all?” She said sweetly “Now, I’m going to give you a fifth orgasm so you feel better,” She said as she dove back between your legs

“Carol… oh, oooh right there.” You moaned as her tongue cut your sentence.

Now you were 2 orgasms behind.

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“Call me when you get settled,” You smiled at her, you were waving her goodbye from the door.

“Is that Carol Danvers?” Valkyrie asked “Damn that girl is fine!”

“That she is,” You blushed

“You lucky bitch,” She laughed “I need details.”

You smirked at her

“Later,” You turned to see Wanda pouring coffee into her unicorn mug. God she was cute in the mornings.

“Carol Danvers came back?” She asked surprised, still half sleep

You nodded.

“She’s so sweet, I like her.” She smiled at you

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” You announced.

“Someone’s jelly,” Valkyrie whispered to you, you shrugged walking to your bedroom.

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Someone knocked at your door when you just finished changing. You had a white tee on and black pants. It was Saturday afternoon and you were dying to sip on any kind of alcohol you had near, luckily there was still margarita mix in the fridge.

You opened your door and Wanda was standing on the other side

“Hey Wand…” Your greeting was cut short by her lips crashing into yours, she closed the door with her foot and proceeded to attack your lips, your were so shocked by the actions that you didn’t have time to react. She pulled back.

“I’m sorry,” She said as she stepped back

No you’re not

You pulled her to you and kissed with everything you had, wrapping your arms around her waist. Her arms found her way to your neck and she moaned, you took the chance to slide your tongue in her mouth, another moan ripped from the back of her throat.

You weren’t sure if you needed air or if you needed more of her. Carefully you picked her up and moved to the bed, placing her delicately on top of it, never breaking the kiss.

“Wait,” She moaned while you kept kissing her, you stopped abruptly.

“Yes?” You asked out of breath

“Are you dating Carol?” She asked

“I don’t know,” was all you could answer

“Okay,” She said pulling you back to her body and reconnecting your lips.

You were out of this world, this was finally happening, your hands wandered from her waist to her breasts. She was perfect in every way possible. You detached your lips from hers and lifted her shirt to reveal her braless breasts, you wasted no time attaching your lips to her left nipple. She let out a long moan, her hands coming to your head as your tongue played with the swollen nub.

Was it possible to orgasm by just feeling Y/N playing with your breasts? Wanda thought as she felt the familiar knot in her stomach. In her almost 4 years with Vis she remembered cumming just when he was inside her and it didn’t even felt half as good as your mouth on her nipple.

“Oh, fu… fuck!” She moaned cumming in her pants

“Did you just-?” You asked surprised, Wanda blushed crimson

“I’m sorry…” She apologised

“Don’t you dare to apologise for coming” You said sternly, “I’m just surprised you came by me just licking your nipple,”

“It felt amazing,” She sighed

“I bet,” You smiled “Umm, do you want to…?” You tried, but it felt very awkward

“Sure,” She encouraged you, she unbuttoned her jeans and you came to kiss her again, this felt so right and so wrong at the same time.

Her phone went off

“I have to answer this,” She moaned between kisses, your hand lost inside her panties

“Okay,” You said without stopping, your index finger circling her clit

“I really need to answer that phone call,” A loud moan cut her off, your finger was now inside her pumping slowly.

“Then answer,” You said kissing her neck as your hand drove her to her second orgarsm

“Don’t stop…” Her voice filled with desire, you speeded your ministrations and in no time she was convulsing under you.

“Come for me baby girl, come on my fingers.” She moaned at your words

“WAN!” Nebula’s voice came from your door “VISION IS HERE, HE’S ASKING FOR YOU”

“Shit, we had a family event!” She said standing from your bed “I-I have to go!”

She fixed her clothes and ran out of your bedroom, leaving you both horny and confused.

What the hell just happened?

No se puede apagar amor con fuego, te quieres desatar de mí pero hiciste un nudo ciego

Te voy a rogar, y yo nunca ruego Acepto ser el perdedor porque sé que no es un juego.

You can not put out love with fire you want to untie yourself from me but you made a blind knot

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 5 years ago

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Unforseen Chasm (part 9)

Part 9 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 1171 Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

My dear, Shannon,

Yes, please do tell me about Jane. I will tell Thor of her success, I’m sure he would be happy to hear about her.

No, Odin never smiles. Unless Queen Frigga is talking to him, haha. Other than that he is very stern, and I try to avoid him.

I start work with the Asgardians tomorrow. I am very nervous.

Tell me all about the date! I can't wait to hear every detail!

Your sister from an (possible) Asgardian mister,

Y/N/N

Y/N, my dear sister

He’s serious but is he a good ruler? I haven’t read much about him but there is a lot about his wife. You have to get a picture of them two maybe him smiling? Maybe Loki can help you.

Here is to hope that you’re at the final step to unveiling the truth as to where you come from but that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and you’re always family no matter what.

I don’t think the raven will be able to carry the pop tarts. See if you can find Thor and find a way to open the Bifrost to receive the package?

I’ll keep the book with me in hopes to find anything that you might be able to take photos of. I hope to hear all about working with the Asgardians soon enough.

And I’ll definitely let you know all the details about the date we’re both just as nervous about big events.

See you soon,

Shannon

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#unforseen chasm #loki x reader #tony stark x ofc #tony stark #loki laufeyson

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asksigynwifeofadumbass · 6 years ago

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Flower crowns in the Garden

Words: 2,153

Warning: Arranged Marriage, Fluff, Logyn (Loki X Sigyn), NOT COMIC BASED ORIGIN OF HOW LOKI AND SIGYN MET.

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Sigyn was so manipulable and so afraid of everything she had over controlling parents and she always felt so trapped in her relationship with her parents. And one day, her parents announced she would get married with a son of one of her father’s friends, his name was Theoric Enokson, and so they could get to know each other better their parents decided to let them go to the spring ball that was happening in the royal palace. Sigyn’s parents prepared her so she could look beautiful and look like the perfect bride the parents of Theoric were expecting for his son. Sigyn was gonna wear a beautiful silver gown that make her look like a divinity while her long wavy golden hair was left in freedom as if it were a beautiful waterfall while the sunset light was reflected against the magnificent waters. Sigyn’s mother, Yvette, accompanied her in her room while Sigyn looked at herself in the mirror.

-I look different than usual -The blonde said surprised -Mum, are you sure I should wear this? I don’t feel comfortable like this.

Yvette got close to her and put her hands in her shoulders -Sigyn, Theoric’s mother loves this color and we need his family to love you so you can make us proud and you want us to be proud -Yvette's long nails dug into Sigyn's skin -Do you?

Sigyn’s eyes were filling up with tears of pain -Yes, I want to make you proud, Mum.

Yvette got her hands off Sigyn leaving red marks in her shoulders -Good... Now come on you have a family to impress.

Sigyn was escorted by her mother to the door of the mansion, where she saw a handsome man with a man and a woman in elegant clothes and shiny jewelry behind him. It was Theoric and his parents. Sigyn’s father, Gerd, got close to Theoric’s parents and greeted them.

-Enok, Astrid -He salute it with a fake smile on his face -Welcome to our humble home -Gerd grabbed Sigyn’s wrist and dragged her in front of Theoric -Theoric, this is my daughter, Sigyn, your new bride.

Sigyn force herself to smile while Theoric bowed. The two came out of the mansion where a carriage waited for them and so they got in and began to go to the spring ball.

-So, Theoric what do yo-.

-Could you shut up?! -He yelled making Sigyn afraid while he drank out of a bottle filled with liquor -Look, you and I are going to get married anyway because my parents are forcing me, so you get away from me for the rest of the party ok? because this night may be the last we’ll single and free and I’ll spend a lifetime with you being a pain in my ass.

Sigyn kept quiet until the carriage arrived to the royal and already Theoric was drunk and smelled like alcohol. Theoric went away to a place with some friends of his. The place was huge and filled with people dancing, talking, eating and drinking like there was no tomorrow. Sigyn felt afraid and lonely, her parents didn’t let her to go anywhere outside her home alone, she could only get out to the garden, her favorite place in the hole world, so Sigyn decided to exclude herself to one table and she started to drink glass after glass of wine.

After hours of drinking she got up but for all the drinks she took, she stumbled out of the palace and felt the nocturnal cold air hit her body and how it build a goosebump in her spine. She looked around her and saw beautiful flower bushes, magnificent sculptures and fountains, gigantic trees and the sparkling stars of the night sky, and with that was enough to know that was the garden of the palace. She got close to a bush of pink peonies and admired it. It had a sweet smell, it was beautiful, delicate and soft. While she admired the gorgeous flowers, she thought about her situation, She could already see herself in a marriage with Theoric: It would be the same as how her parents treated her but now if she do something wrong the pain of a punishment would last more. She was gonna be in this constant circle of being controlled and pretend to be happy and perfect. The emotion got the best of Sigyn and make her to fall to the ground, tears flooded her blue eyes at the mere thought of living the rest of her life miserable with someone that she doesn’t even know and still treats her like shit. But suddenly the blonde heard someone approaching. She turned around but thanks to the tears she could only see a green and golden blur getting closer to her.

-Who is there? -She asked while cleaning her tears off. When she looked to the blur her eyes widened at the surprise that the person she saw was prince Loki, her jaw dropped. Of all the moments she could met a royal throughout the ball it had to be when she was crying.

-Are you ok? -He offered her his hand to get her on her feet.

The blonde cleaned herself up and got up -Thank you, your highness.

-You’re welcome, Lady?

Sigyn bowed to him -Sigyn Gerddottir.

-Lady Sigyn, what is the reason you’re in this state? -The raven haired gentleman questioned.

Sigyn didn’t want to answer -Sorry, your highness but I don’t kiss and tell and if you excuse me I need to get back to my home Oh! -Sigyn almost fell to the ground but Loki catched her. Loki noticed the smell of the wine in her lips and how drunk she was -I’m sorry, I... am a little dizzy.

-I see, let me bring some water ok? and while I bring it sit there under that tree -Loki accompanied her to the and leaving her to sit against the tree that was near some daisies -I’ll come back just wait here.

Loki got away in direction to the insides of the palace where the huge rave as going on. Loki got close to one of the maids and ask her for a simple glass of water while he was waiting for the drink his brother, Thor, noticed him something that the young prince try to avoid all night.

-BROTHER! -Yelled Thor hugging Loki making notice him the smell of wine and beer -Where have ya’ been?

Loki rolled his eyes and got out of Thor’s hug -Doing things -That was a big lie, he passed the majority of the party in the library or in his room -Hey, Thor, are those Fandral and Volstagg with another barrel of beer.

-Where? Volstagg, YOU OAF! -While Thor yelled Loki sneak away taking the glass of water so he could go to Sigyn in the garden.

When he arrived at the garden he found Sigyn with some daisies in hand making a something with them with a smile in her pink lips while her sky blue eyes and silver dress were reflecting the sparkling stars. She is so beautiful, Loki thought that when he gave a good look at the blonde.

Sigyn suddenly turned her head around caughting Loki looking at her -Oh! You’re here! -She said with a soft smile filled with warmth.

Loki got close to her and gave her the glass -Drink it and your drunkenness will go away sooner -Sigyn drank from the glass -Hey, what is that?

The icy blue eyed man asked pointing to the daisies, Sigyn blushed and answered -It’s a flower crown. I didn’t have much to do and so to thank you I made it for you -Loki blushed at the answer of the blonde -But still is not finished so you and I can talk while I finish it, is it ok?

-Yes, of course -Loki answered.

-Question; Why aren’t you at the party instead of here? -The blonde asked.

-That’s easy I don’t like so much this type of party so I just spend some minutes in there in my party clothes and later I hide in the library or the garden.

-Ok.. Now make me a question.

-Oh... This is how will go? -Loki asked while Sigyn nodded -Okay. Why weren’t you at party when I found you?

-I was drunk and needed fresh air so I think it was my instinct to come here -Sigyn answered -Besides my parents never let me go anywhere beyond our house or garden so I spend the majority of my time in the garden.

-Ok, why you’re parents didn’t let you get out of your own home?

-Hey! -Sigyn said a little mad -It’s my time to ask a question!

-But I already asked you! -Said Loki confused.

-Then try when it’s YOUR turn -The blonde responded and then giggled -My turn, What do you like to do?

-Really!? -The raven haired yelled -That’s the question!? -With a malicious smile in her lips Sigyn nodded -Ugh!... I like to read, ride horses, practice magic and pass time with the most annoying blonde in the entire planet.

Sigyn had an expression filled with confusion until she got it -HEY!

Loki laughed at the expression she had in her face -Ok ok my turn, what’s your favorite flower?

-That really easy; Peonies specially the pink ones -She answered with a smile - Oh! and pink is my favorite colour too! -Loki got up and got close to a peony bush and took one out of it. The young prince got to Sigyn kneel in front of her and gave her the flower making her smile -It’s so beautiful, thanks!

-Like you -Loki complimented her making her blush.

Loki brought his face close to Sigyn’s. Their lips were at centimeters to be united but a yell made them separate -SIGYN! -It was Theoric’s voice. Sigyn eyes were already flooding with tears.

-Who is that? -Loki asked.

Sigyn shushed and made him hide against the tree. She dropped the peony and the daisies to the grass -I’m sorry but I need to go -The blonde whispered and in her tip toes gaved Loki a kiss on the cheek -It was nice to meet you -Sigyn got out of her hiding place -Theoric! I am so sorry, I was very entertained that I didn’t hear you.

-Well you’ll need to stop being entertained when we get married, you idiot -Theoric said -Now let’s go I have to bring you with your parents before midnight.

Sigyn followed Theoric while she hold the tears that were filling her eyes up. When they got to the carriage, Sigyn felt a wave of sadness come to her body while the carriage got away from the royal palace. She thought that the memories she made in that night with Loki would be only that memories and she was wrong. When the carriage got to her home, Theoric talked to her.

-Look will lie to our parents that we got to the palace, we ate, we danced, we walked through the beautiful gardens, etc. Ok? -Sigyn nodded.

Gerd and Yvette received Sigyn with a smile and gave a goodbye to Theoric. When they got inside the house Yvette send Sigyn to get a bath and get in to her nightwear something that wasn’t difficult for her. When Sigyn was ready to sleep, she saw through her window a black feathered raven with blue eyes that seemed familiar to her that later fled near to the gate of the garden. Sigyn checked if her parents were asleep to later sneak to the garden and go directly to the gate that from the far was hidden by the huge trees that were nearby so if her parents looked through the window they couldn’t see her .When she got to the gate she founded the flower crown she was making for Loki and later noticed a shadow at the other side of the gate.

Sigyn wasn’t dumb enough to know who it was -Loki? -She called while her heart was beating in a fast pace. The shadow revealed itself to be the young prince.

A smile was drawn in the blonde’s lips while in her eyes was a plenty of tears getting out beginning to pour in her cheeks -Oooh! my darling, did you missed me that much in that short time -Sigyn opened the gate and lunged herself to Loki so the two could be united in a passionate, soft and tasteful kiss. Loki broke away the union of his lips and the blonde’s so he could show the peony he gave to her -You left this, my love -Sigyn smiled and took the flower and sniffed it’s sweet fragrance -You know a peony it’s like you my darling.

The blonde raised an eyebrow -How?

-It’s sweet, beautiful, delicate and soft, just like you...

#loki x sigyn #loki #loki laufeyson #loki (marvel)#loki odinson #loki friggason #loki fanfic #loki oneshot #loki smut #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston smut #logyn #mcu sigyn #sigyn marvel #sigyn #sigyn fanfic #sigyn oneshot #sigyn smut

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tonaathena1996 · 5 years ago

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A Lokane Fic Idea

So I have this idea that came about since IW premiered. I don’t think I will ever write the entire thing. So I started writing a book report type of summary just to get the idea out. This monster has grown. Not even to the bulk of the story yet. I’m just gonna share to get it out there. Maybe it can give someone ideas. Or maybe I might work on it. Don’t know yet...see what you guys think.

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on Asgard, Hela reigns as Queen. Loki is her son with Laufey. He is regarded between both worlds as crown prince. He chooses to live on Alfheim much to his father’s displeasure while Hela is thoroughly pleased. Laufey reluctantly explains the marriage arrangement Hela had made at his birth to marry him off to Aelsa, princess of Alfheim. Laufey encourages his son to find a way out.

Jane opens the Einstein-Rosen Bridge. Steps through. Ego finds her and reunited her with her brother. Peter who he also just reunited with. Ego begins to teach them their powers. Yondu and the rest of the gotg2 team rescue them. Yondu survives.

On Alfheim, Loki notices the bridge opening on Midgard. He contacts his Mother who agrees it is time to open relations to the planet once again. She sends Loki, Thor, and Sif to Midgard. They make contact with Erik Selvig and Darcy Lewis. Fury comes along and they negotiate a quick treaty...just as the Chitauri attack. The Avengers are revealed who welcome their new heavenly friends. The Chitauri are defeated quickly with the help of the forces of Asgard and Jotunheim. Revels amongst the Avengers. Once all is said and done, Hela calls Loki home. Before leaving, Erik asks Loki to help him find Jane. He doesn’t believe the scientist is dead. Loki agrees leaving Thor and Sif to aid Midgard.

Jane and Peter try to use their power. Yondu tells them he’s heard of the Asgardian witches and sorcerers and their millenias of knowledge. He suggests they go to Alfheim where they are sure to find someone to help. Jane and Peter agree.

Yondu takes them to Alfheim where they meet Loki. Yondu asks what it would take to get them trained. Loki sees a quick fix to his problem. Offers a handfasting to Jane in exchange for training. Jane balks at first before Loki offers her a trip to Earth so perhaps she may learn to trust him.

Loki takes them to Earth. Here, he reunited her with Erik and Darcy while he reconnects with Thor. He tells Thor of the deal he’s made with Jane and all his reasons why. There may be Asgardian ale involved. Thor agrees with the plan but makes one suggestion. Put Fandral in front of Aelsa. Erik and Tony talk Loki up to Jane. Yondu takes Peter and Gamora to visit his mother’s grave with permission from Fury.

Loki and Jane take some time to get to know one another. He asks her to show him some familiar places on Midgard since he hadn’t been to the realm in centuries. She agrees but questions him about his powers and magic the entire time. They find common ground in their intelligence and pursuit of knowledge. Loki makes Jane a vow that he will act only as her mentor, only asking for her attentions in public gatherings and only what she finds comfortable. Jane finally agrees.

Loki leaves his companions on Midgard to make arrangements for the handfasting. First, he travels to Jotunheim to speak with his father. Laufey thoroughly enjoys the idea. Then, Loki travels to Asgard and speaks with Odin to perform the ceremony. Loki uses his best convincing speech to twist Odin’s arm who finally agrees but declares firmly that he alone will be responsible for informing Hela. Loki informs his mother of the handfasting and she loses her mind. She demands Heimdall summon Jane to Asgard at once so that Hela may judge her herself.

Loki welcomes an irate Jane at the Bifrost. She is wearing only a towel and her hair is wet. She was just getting out of a bath and she is livid. Loki quickly explains his mother’s reaction before using magic to dry and clothe her. Hela arrives at the Bifrost and eyes Jane suspiciously. A tense exchange happens before Hela declares a feast where all of Asgard should get to know their potential Queen. Loki takes Jane under his arm and tells his mother they really would like more time to be allowed to invite Jane’s family as well. Hela gifts them one day. Feast will be tomorrow.

Loki escorts Jane to the castle where his hall offers chambers for his guests. He explains that while he could offer her one of those rooms it would look more convincing if she stayed in his rooms. Jane and Loki have a discussion about what is expected over the next few days. Loki vows he will not dishonor her in any way. Jane doesn’t appear convinced.

Invitations go out to Laufey and family, the Avengers, Erik, Darcy And Fury. And to Aelsa of Alfheim. Thor warns Loki of Aelsa’s arrival. He grumbles before going to Jane. Loki tells Jane of their troubles. He suggests they attempt to look convincing and offers to try a kiss. They do and Jane mutters she’s convinced. Loki says he just really isn’t sure and invites Thor to judge. Jane demands Darcy’s presence. Once she explains to Darcy it has to look convincing, Darcy invites Black Widow, Hawkeye and Stark to judge with her. Peter tags along with Gamora and Rocket. Loki kisses Jane thoroughly. Discussion ensues. Loki finally whispers to Jane with a dastardly smile, “Well, I’m convinced.”

The feast begins. Jane is fidgeting with her royal apparel and nervous about the entire situation. She begins to rant incessantly just as their entrance is to be announced. Loki attempts to interject several times before just stealing her attention with a rather passionate kiss that leaves her gasping for air. When he is done and their lips part, Jane finally hears the roaring of the crowd as the doors to the grand ballroom have been opened, revealing the couple in each other’s arms. Laufey chuckles heartily, teases Hela about finally having some grandchildren. Hela is not impressed. They enter the hall as Jane’s cheeks are flushed. They bow to Hela and Loki formally introduces Jane Foster of Midgard, daughter of Ego. Gasps amongst the Asgardians and Jotuns. Hela coldly welcomes Jane. As dinner progresses, Frigga and Odin ask many questions of Jane who answers as best as possible. Erik speaks with Hela, working his knowledge of Norse myth to ask her questions about battles to which she thoroughly enjoys telling of her conquests. Laufey and Byleistr speak to Loki and told him he’s very wise and has chosen well. Laufey suggests his son get started on that heir immediately. Loki confesses his desire but also his vow. Laufey tells his son he’s not at all wise...Byleistr places a wager on how long the vow will last. Thor interrupts to place a wager. Sif and Fandral as well. Loki tells them all to jump into the void.

When the meal is complete, dancing begins. Hela announces the couple’s dance. Loki leads Jane to the dance floor where, despite the height difference, they flow seemlessly. During the dance, Laufey approaches Hela. Reminds her that not all arranged marriages are good ones. Reminds her of their past together because she did not wish to marry her arranged partner. He almost talks her into a kiss before she pulls her self back and declares that Loki and Aelsa will be married. Laufey glances to Loki and Jane on the dance floor and tells Hela, “You’ve been wrong before.”

At the end of the dance, Loki and Jane’s eyes remain upon one another. He kisses the back of her hand as a proper gentleman and she smiles brightly at him. He tugs her into his arms and he speaks gently to her about leaving the party now. She agrees, kisses him to make it look good. Loki begs his mother’s pardon but requests alone time with his beloved. Hela dismisses then flippantly.

Once back in Loki’s rooms, Jane changes into her own comfortable clothing. Loki does as well. They sit and talk for hours about family, interrealm politics and history. Jane says she should be exhausted but she isn’t. He explains the magic of Asgard, the realm Eternal...home of the eternal flame. Any magical being feels recharged here. He mentions she certainly is magical. Jane isn’t quite sure how take that but feels it has double meaning. She asks about the handfasting and what the ritual is like. He gives a brief explanation before smiling brightly. He suggests they have the ceremony performed at dawn before his mother awakens. Jane says Hela already hates her. Loki says don’t take it personal. She reluctantly agrees.

Odin performs the handfasting of Loki and Jane with Thor/Sif, Bylesitr/Skadi, and Darcy/Steve, Frigga, Erik and Peter/Gamora as witnesses. Upon their kiss, time freezes.

The Norns pull Loki and Jane to Nornheim through Yggdrasil. The Norn of the past, Urd, looks to them coldly. Tells them it’s about time. Verandi, Norn of the present, declares it has begun. Skuld, Norn of the future, tells them “great things will come from your union.” The Norns declare together ‘blessed be the union of our king and queen’

Time begins again. Jane and Loki practically shove each other apart. Jane demands answers. Odin asks what happened to which Jane starts to explain. Loki tried to downplay it all. Jane continues to tell the truth. Loki tried to distort it. Odin declares enough before he smiles at Loki “Your Mischief finally landed you in the right place at the right time, my boy”. Jane demands answers. Odin explains the Norns to Jane and that it appears their union will last much longer than a year and a day. Jane is eying Loki with suspicion. Odin and company give the newlyweds a moment alone. Loki swears he has no idea what the Norns have to do with anything. Jane warns him “a year and one day, Loki. That’s what was promised.” He acknowledges agreement.

Frigga has a celebratory breakfast feast arranged in the newlyweds honor. Hela is psychotically pissed. She takes a moment to threaten Jane, reminds her that she is Goddess of Death for a reason. Jane scurries away, frightened that she’s made a deal with the devil that’s gonna get her killed. Loki sees his bride flee, admonishes his mother, and seeks Jane out. He finds her in his rooms, tells her not to fear his mother. He will protect her. Jane glares at him in prominent disbelief. She says she wishes she’d never opened the bridge. Loki consoles her as best he can. A guard knocks on the door. Loki winks at Jane before he cast an auditory illusion of the newlyweds making married people noises behind closed doors. Jane buries her head in his chest as she tries not to laugh.

Loki steals their share of the wedding feast after a suitable time for newlywed activities had passed. He and Jane eat and talk. He suggests a tour of Asgard while he leaves some illusions to hide their escape. She agrees. They travel to a couple of different places, sharing stories and Loki begins to teach her some magical basics. By the end of the day, Jane figures the situation might not be so bad.

That night, Loki says they should make some sort of appearance at dinner. Jane reluctantly sees the logic and goes along. He advises her the moment she is uncomfortable she can make a suggestion to exit and he will follow. Because they spent the entire day behind closed doors, of course, they are mercilessly teased by those in attendance. After a sharp verbal dig by Hela, Jane slides into Loki’s lap and suggests they resume their private celebrations. Loki is privately delighted she’s going to this length to be convincing and follows her lead. They kiss and it becomes passionate rather quickly. They transport back to his rooms. Where they slowly end their kiss, Loki and Jane fight for breathe and struggle with their responses to each other. Jane excuses herself and goes to take a cold shower. Just before she goes into the bathroom, she takes a moment to thank him for showing her Asgard. Once she leaves, Loki speaks to himself saying he’s condemned himself to a fate worse than Helheim.

#lokane #loki #jane foster #loki/jane #jane/loki #jane x loki

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valeriethepussycats · 3 years ago

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Inside Out

Chapter 6

Pairing- Loki x Reader

Warning-cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.Flashbacks are in bold.

Back on Earth, Darcy paces around her apartment as Ian is sat watching the news on TV. “Y/n not answering her phone. Jane isn't called me back. Erik isn't calling me back. Stupid SHIELD isn't calling me back!”

“What's SHIELD?” Ian asked.

“It's a secret.”

Darcy leaves a voice message for Erik. “Uh...hey, Erik. It's Darcy again. Uh...Thor came back, he took Jane to Asgard and um...I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.” As Ian is watching the news they start reporting about Erik being arrested at Stonehenge.

“Something else went missing this week when Astrophysicist, Dr. Erik Selvig, notable for his involvement in the Alien invasion in New York streaked nude across Stonehenge..

“Darcy, you really need to look at this. Your friend Erik, what was his last name again?” Ian wondered.

Darcy looks at the news report on TV.

“...disrobed and began shouting at visitors at the historic site. He was later taken into police custody for psychiatric evaluation. The police are still refusing to confirm...” Ian presses the pause button on Erik's face from footage taken at Stonehenge, Darcy sits in dismay as she looks at Erik's face on the TV.

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In Asgard,

Thor and Y/n is sitting at a table.

“You’re brooding.” Y/n announced. “What are you thinking about?”

“You’re the mind reader.” Thor teased.

Y/n looks at Thor with a cocked head then gasp. “ You want to take Jane to the Dark World to get the Aether out of her.”

“Shhh, it’s the only way.”

“You’re also thinking I can help with the Aether.....How?” Y/n asked.

“You have the ability to stop even slowly time down you can slow down the Aether’s control on Jane.”

“I can’t come with you, Thor.”

“What...why not?” Thor questioned.

“Thor, this is what Loki wants he wants, me to leave Asgard.” Y/n explained.

“Why would he want that?”

“He doesn’t want to.....watch me die.”

“That’s understandable.” Thor mumbled.

“Do you feel the same way Loki does? Should I not be here?” Y/n asked but before Thor could answer, Heimdall walks up to them.

Thor exhale deeply. “You’re not in Odin's war council?”

“The Bifrost is closed by your father's orders. No one is to come or to go.”Heimdall takes off his helmet and places it on the table. “We face an enemy that is invisible even to me. Of what use is a guardian such as that?” He sits down looking defeated.

“Heimdall, it was literally invisible go easy on yourself.” Y/n said as she lays a comforting hand on his shoulder. As doing so she stars to to see..different pictures of worlds. She takes her hand off of Heimdall’s shoulder and the picture stop. “Weird.”

“Malekith will return, you know this. I'll need your help.” Thor replied.

“I cannot overrule my King's wishes, not even for you.” Heimdall answered.

“I'm not asking you to. The Realms need their All-Father strong and unchallenged, whether he is or not. But he is blinded, Heimdall, by hatred and by grief.” Thor explained.

“As are we all.”

“Well I see clearly enough.”

“The risks are too great.” Heimdall disclosed.

“Everything that we do from here on out is a risk.” Y/n said looking at Thor.

“Your going to help me?” Thor asked.

“I’ll find my way back to him.” Y/n proclaimed with a smile.

Heimdall hesitates before replying. “What do you require of me?”

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“What I'm about to ask of you is treason of the highest order. Success will bring us exile and failure shall mean our death. Malekith knew the Aether was here, he can sense its power. If we do nothing he will come for it again, but this time lay waste to all of Asgard.”

Thor is holding a meeting with Sif, Fandral, Volstagg, Y/n, and Heimdall. “We must move Jane off world.”

“The Bifrost has been shut down and the Tesseract locked away in a vault.” Sif shared.

“There are other paths off Asgard, ways known only to a few.” Heimdall revealed.

“One, actually.” Thor disclosed.

The others suddenly realize he means Loki.

“No.”

“Oh this is gonna be fun!” Y/n said with a broad grin.

“Y/n....” Thor started.

“Oh no you got this Thor.”

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Thor walks up to Loki's cell where he is standing looking well kept and clean.

“Thor, after all this time and now you come to visit me. Why? Have you come to gloat? To mock?” Loki wondered.

“Loki, enough. No more illusions.” Thor stated.

Suddenly Loki's cell is transformed, the illusion is lifted and we see that Loki's cell is a mess, everything has been thrown around and he's sat on the floor, looking unkempt and messy, in the other corner of the cell. “Now you see me, brother. How is Y/n? She won’t see me because....we had a disagreement.”

“She’s fine.”

“No quakes? No abnormal weather?” Loki asked.

“Heavy rain.”

“Good.” Loki said with a note of relief. “Her powers are truly something else...I fear I can’t be the man she needs me to be......she told me I was her happy ending.” Loki said with an Inappropriate laughter. “What did I do to deserve that?.......go ahead I’m asking you.”

“Nothing.” Thor answered.

“Nothing.” Loki agreed. “I do not deserve Y/n or...mother.” Thor walks up to the other side of the cell to be closer to Loki. “Did she suffer?”

“I did not come here to share our grief or giving you advice. Instead I offer you the chance of a far richer sacrament.” Thor made known.

“Go on.”

“I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me escape Asgard and I will grant it to you, vengeance. And afterward, this cell.” Thor remarked.

Loki chuckles. “You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. What makes you think you can trust me?”

“I don't. Mother did. Y/n do. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me and I will kill you.”

Loki smiles.”Hmm. When do we start?”

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Back to the meeting with Thor and his comrades

“He will betray you.” Fandral proclaimed.

“He will try. Loki will not try anything with Y/n there.” Thor noted.

If he does I’ll just kick his ass again. Y/n thought.

Loki and Thor walk out of the Asgardian prison. “This is so unlike you, brother. So clandestine. Are you sure you wouldn't rather just punch your way out?”

“If you keep speaking I just might.”

“Fine. As you wish. I'm not even here.” Loki said using his diversion tactics, turning himself into an Asgardian guard. “Is this better?”

“It's better company at least.” Thor admitted.

“Still, we could be less conspicuous.” Loki turns back into himself but turns Thor into Sif. “Hm, brother. You look ravishing.”

Thor looks down at his body then replies in his own voice. “It will hurt no less when I kill you in this form. What would Y/n think?”

“Very well. Perhaps you prefer one of your new companions, given that you seem to like them so much.” Loki then turns himself into Captain America in his full Captain America costume. “Oh, this is much better. Woh. The costume's a bit much, so tight. But the confidence, I can feel the righteousness surging. Hey, you wanna have a rousing discussion about truth, honor, patriotism? God bless Amer–“

Suddenly Thor grabs hold of Loki puts his hand over his mouth and pushes him against the wall making Loki turn back into himself. “What?” Thor looks to the side and they see two Asgardian guards walking away. “You could at least furnish me with a weapon. My dagger, something!” Loki exclaimed

Thor looks at him and we hear a noise like a sword being drawn. “At last, a little common sense.”

Loki then looks down then holds up his hands which now have iron handcuffs on them.

“And I thought you liked tricks.” Thor laughs and turns to walk off.

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Back at the original meeting Thor was holding with his comrades.

“Well, what then? Your lovely mortal is being guarded by a legion of our Einherjar who will see you coming from miles away.” Fandral reckoned that.

“I won't be the one who comes for her.” Thor looks over to Sif.

Jane is sat in her guarded room when one of the guards enters. “I'm not hungry.”

Suddenly Sif comes up behind the guard and knocks him out, she looks over to Jane.“Good, let's go.”

Jane and Sif meet up with Thor with Loki standing beside him, Jane points to Loki. “You're...”

“I'm Loki. You may have heard of... “ suddenly Jane slaps Loki hard in the face.

“That was for New York.” Jane voiced.

Loki smiles and looks at Thor. “I like her.”

#loki x black!reader #loki x black reader #loki x reader #loki x you #thor x reader #thor x jane

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Threads - A Smut Challenge

TITLE: Threads

AUTHOR: Nikkalia

PAIRING: Loki/OFC

RATING: So very NSFW

SUMMARY: You’ve been avoiding Loki for weeks, citing a determination to finally end an on-again, off-again relationship that’s gone on for far too long. The God of Mischief has other ideas.

PROMPT: “We need to talk.”

NOTES/WARNINGS: Yes, I know. If I was gonna write, it should’ve been for GGIR. But this challenge was too good to pass up, and frankly, Loki wouldn’t shut up about this one. Besides, I needed a distraction. This is also not my best work, but what are ya gonna do? So, without further ado, @fadingcoast, @fandom-and-feminism, (also calling @igotloki @mrshiddleston-uk and @mischievousbellerina) I present this:

You’d have been happy to go to any ball in the Nine Realms except this one. The palace seated at the heart of Asgard always made you cringe whenever you visited, caused by an unsettling feeling of dread that seemed to hang in the air of the throne room. But the unpleasant sensations rolling in the pit of your stomach were coming from a different source. He’d be there, and you’d have to deal with the fallout of your decision to abandon your relationship, such as it was, with him.

Loki had noticed you ages ago at a ball, not unlike tonight. He’d charmed you - said all the right things, made all the right gestures and wooed you in near record time. It wasn’t difficult to see the attraction between you both. You shared the same interests and intellect, and honestly enjoyed each other’s company. No one balked at the idea of the prince and an ambassador’s daughter as a couple, and with Thor gaining headway in the race to the throne, you and Loki were content to simply be with each other.

When your father took ill the first time, he decided that you would follow in his footsteps and began to train you in the responsibilities of ambassadorship. Loki was excited for you in the beginning as you traded letters of your travels with him. Over time, the stream of letters began to slow to a trickle, then ceased completely. A brief letter from the queen told you not to believe all of the rumors that would swirl about Loki when you once again visited the palace, but it didn’t prepare you for what you found upon your return to Asgard: a courtier straddling his lap, skirts around her waist and tongue down his throat. You swallowed your hurt and your pride and went back home the same day.

You stood in front of the golden mirror, toying with a braid of black mixed with faded ribbon in your hair as the maids added the finishing touches to your ballgown, thinking back on the argument that followed. The tears, the screaming, the reconciliation - the vicious cycle that continued until your father’s death two seasons ago. Thor attended in Odin’s stead, offering the condolences of the family and a letter from his brother. You gladly accepted the first but refused the second, telling Thor there was nothing left to be said.

The halls leading to the ballroom were thick with people and laughter, costumes and ball gowns swirling and floating around. You thanked the Norns that you could hide behind your mask, taking every response of shock and surprise at your identity as a personal triumph. How beautiful you’d grown, they said. How like your father you looked. How envious they were of whatever man had captured your heart. You smiled and thanked each for their kindness, not divulging that you’d never allowed another soul to even have a chance with you.

Food and drink and music moved the night along, much to your relief. While you’d made your formal presentation to Odin and Frigga, their youngest was nowhere to be found. Thor embraced you with the expected bear hug, introducing you to his friends and his beloved Lady Sif. You found yourself laughing at Fandral’s jokes despite his reputation, and even allowed him to persuade you to dance. It was a proper waltz, followed by another, followed by something a little slower. You never noticed that Fandral pulled you a little closer with every turn until you felt the heat of his breath on your cheek. What could it harm, you pondered, to indulge his request to step out onto the balcony? Just as you decided that whatever fallout came would be minimal and forgotten within a day or two, the energy of the air shifted. The voice that rendered you useless and furious all at the same time sounded in a low growl.

“Fandral. My lady Y/N.”

You looked up to the darkened face suddenly standing next to you. Emerald green eyes glittering in the light distracted you from the arm that was already making its way around your waist. You thought you heard Fandral curse under his breath before speaking.

“Loki,” he sighed. “I suppose you want to cut in?” Loki snarled an affirmative, never taking his eyes from you. Fandral looked at you as well and abandoned his quest. “My lady,” he kissed your hand, garnering a louder growl from his successor, “it has been an absolute pleasure. I do hope to see you gracing the dance floor again soon.”

You didn’t even have time to acknowledge him before Loki spun you away, pulling you both into the sea of dancers. You lost count of the songs that were played or steps taken locked in his arms. How you wished you could peer into his mind. He never spoke, never broke his gaze, his grip on your hand firm yet gentle. Your heart pounded in your chest from the sheer terror and excitement of being this close to him again. He was as intoxicating as ever.

Logic struggled for dominance when you became aware that he was directing your steps to the edges of the ballroom. He released your hand but not your waist, leading you to the halls outside, then a secluded terrace not far from his rooms. Before you could form the thought to speak, he spun you around, crushing his mouth against yours as he backed you against the wall.

“Loki! Stop!” you cried, pushing him away.

“Why?” he panted, lust burning in his eyes.

“Because,” you paused, still trying to rein your own libido back in, “we need to talk.”

“About what?” His hands flew into the air. “The same questions that lead to the same argument? AGAIN?”

“Why do you keep pursuing this...me? You were the one...”

“Oh, for the love of Valhalla, let that go! It’s been ten years! I know what I did. I know what you did in retaliation. And if you’d bothered...”

“Then what in the gods’ names...”

“If you’d bothered to read the letter I’d sent,” he took a breath, nearly choking on it before continuing, “if you’d even opened it, you’d know why I’m still pursuing you.”

“Just tell me so we can end this.”

“NO!” He grabbed you by the shoulders. “I don’t want this to end. I never did. Why will you not understand that?”

“And why don't you understand that we’re terrible for each other? That we keep going around in circles because we know it but won’t admit that this will never work?”

All color drained from Loki’s face as he stepped back.

“Do you really believe that?” he whispered.

“I...” He watched you fumble for words for only a moment before closing the distance between you.

“No more talking.”

Fingers wove into your hair.

“No more arguing.”

A thumb caressed your cheek.

“Nothing but the sounds I adore coming from the woman I love.”

You tilted your head at the last word so that his kiss landed on your temple.

You were suddenly aware of the speed in his breathing and his gaze upon you. You swore you could hear his heart pounding within his chest, or was it your own?

“I think, your Highness, you misunderstand the meaning of that word.”

“My dear ambassador, I would gladly spend the rest of eternity showing you precisely what I believe that word to mean if you would only permit me.” Two long fingers crooked beneath your chin, lifting your face to his. “Or would you prefer to share Fandral’s bed tonight? Hmm?” Mischief flashed in his eyes. “If that is your wish, I feel I should warn you of his extensive collection of female undergarments. It makes for quite the unique decor. And, do give him time to change out of the ones he wears. He prefers not to shock his guests too badly all at once.” He grinned. “So I’m told.”

The vision of Fandral dressed only in lingerie caused you to burst into laughter.

“And what of you, lord of mischief? What tricks do you have hidden away in your rooms?” you giggled.

Loki chuckled, smiling down at you. “Shall I show you?”

Without giving you a chance to respond, he wrapped his arms around you and transported you both into his suite. You lingered a moment in his arms, the sound of his pounding heart oddly soothing in your ear. He held you a little tighter, gentle kisses landing in your hair.

“I’ve missed this,” you whispered.

“As have I, my love.”

You looked up at him, grinning. “There’s that word again.”

“Indeed,” he smirked before lowering his lips to yours. Tongues danced around each other while his hands slid down your gown. Yours tried for his hair only to be blocked by his helmet.

“Lose the armor,” you growled.

“Is that all I should lose?” Your eyebrow shot up. He grinned and closed his eyes, letting the familiar green-gold of his seider deprive him of his clothing before pulling you to the bed. “Any other requests, darling?”

“No more magic tonight. And,” you grinned, “my choice.”

Loki eyed you carefully. “What are you planning?”

His question was silenced by a finger dragged from his lips, down his body, barely brushing against the tip of his stiffening cock before traveling across his thigh. You leaned closer leaving your lips a hair’s breadth away from his.

“Are we agreed?” The hard swallow combined with the panicked desire in his eyes drew a chuckle from you. “Say yes.” A nod was all he could muster before you rewarded him with a kiss and pushed him back onto the bed. He growled when you swatted away the arms that reached for you. “Behave, or you sleep alone tonight.”

“Y/N,” he whimpered. “At least let me undress you.”

“Not yet.”

His hands slid underneath his head and you began a painfully slow course along his jawline, nipping and licking a path down his neck and chest. He hissed, hands emerging to grab your hair. You pushed them back into the bed and bit down with a warning look in your eyes. He yelped and glared in disbelief.

“I said, behave,” you grinned, blowing a soft stream of cold air over the tender nub. He shuddered and flopped backward, driving his hips - and his throbbing member - into your stomach. You picked up the pace of placing random kisses along his chest, dragging your nails down his ribs before arriving at his pelvis.

Loki whimpered when you stood. He lifted his head as far as he dared to watch you remove the outer skirts of your gown and sink to your knees. The feeling of your hands wandering along the inside of his thighs sent his head back to the bed, his eyes closed.

“Oh, the Norns,” he moaned when your fingers ghosted up his shaft and down again, followed by your tongue, swirling around the head. He gasped when you closed your lips around him, and nearly came off the bed when you took him completely into your mouth.

You’d almost forgotten how much you enjoyed the noises he made when you drug your teeth up his length and slid back down with your tongue. You teased him for a while, alternating between teeth and tongue and taking him completely into your mouth. Moans turned to growls when he’d had enough. A hand slid its way down the arm caressing his chest and into your hair, gently guiding your lips over his cock.

Loki shuddered beneath you every time you swallowed him, humming as his hips bucked against you and his grip tightened against your scalp. You knew he was close and quickened the pace, adding your hand to every stroke. All you could hear now were whimpers and pleas to the gods, and you moved slightly to take the load you knew was inevitable.

“STOP!” he shouted, pulling you away by your hair. You looked up to see his flushed face, pupils blown wide. “Not like this,” came in pants as his fingers eased their grip.

“Hmm, but you promised,” you purred as your tongue darted back out, catching the arousal flowing from his cock. ”My choice.”

With a growl and a single motion, Loki hoisted you to straddle him. His hands worked furiously to remove your gown while he devoured your mouth with his. Frustrated at the complexity of your garment, he broke the kiss.

“Then this is the second promise I break tonight.”

A wave of his hands left you naked above him. You gasped when his teeth clamped down on an exposed nipple, his arms lifting you just enough to angle your sex away from his. Fingers rolled your swollen clit around before they slid inside you, garnering him a whimper for his good work. He grinned as you began to grind against his hand while he nipped his way across your chest.

“Lo- Loki,” you stammered, desperately trying - and failing - to keep focused against his ministrations.

He slid into you effortlessly, growling with your moan as your body accepted him to the hilt, clamping down the moment he stopped.

“Don’t move.” you gasped, locking your arms around his waist.

“Couldn’t if I wanted to.” He took slow, deep breaths and you felt his muscles relax a bit, allowing him to shift ever so slightly.

“I said don’t...” You dug into his flesh, your entire body clenched around his. “Too close. Too soon.” you panted.

Loki grinned into your neck, nuzzling, nipping and kissing your skin until your walls tightened even more.

“Dammit, Loki.”

“Darling,” he groaned, dragging his cheek along your own, “you must relax. This isn’t going to go well for either of us if you don’t.”

“Not. Ready.”

“Oh, I think you are.” He kissed you gently, sliding an arm beneath you. “I think you’re more than ready.”

You whimpered while his fingers trailed down your hip and along your leg. He kissed you again, his roaming hand firmly gripping your ass. You loosened the vice grip on his body, creating a sigh from you both.

“Much better. Now,” he whispered, “come for me.”

You tried to resume your grasp on his hips when they started to move but found your hands caught in his.

“Loki, please. Not yet.”

He slowed his pace, lifting his head to look at you. “The longer your release takes, my sweet, the more the ones that follow are delayed. I promise that this will be the first of many you’ll have tonight. I promise to take you in every way you desire. I promise that you will hear me cry out your name when we’re finally spent.” He leaned down, again burying himself completely, grinding his hips into yours.

“But for now, let me have you. Let me see you come undone. Let me feel your body release around me.” He pulled out to the tip and slammed back into you.

“Come.” He growled with another thrust.

“For.” Another.

“Me.”

“LOKI!” you screamed, your back arched as you sailed over the edge. He continued pumping into you until he felt the first wave of your release, slowing to draw out your ecstasy and revel in the sight of your quivering body. When your breathing settled, he rolled you both over before peppering your neck with kisses and began plunging into you again.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he purred and lifted you leg to grant better access while your hands roamed his back, nails digging in to pull him deeper. He stayed close, his breath hot on your neck between sighs. You nuzzled into his hair, drinking in the mixture of oils, soaps, and natural scent when a braid brushed across your cheek. You lifted it to eye level and smiled at the sight of a strand of your hair woven in with his.

He had kept his promise.

“Loki,” you breathed into his ear as you tucked the braid behind it. A hum that rumbled deep in his chest spurred a new fire in your belly. “Claim me.”

He groaned, thrusting a little harder while your hands wandered back down his sides.

“Take what’s yours.”

A whimper escaped, his pace quickened and face buried in your neck. A tongue slid across your skin, bringing a moan from you both.

“Give me what’s mine.”

Loki growled and bit down on your shoulder. You relaxed your hands in response and he pulled them above your head, holding you by the wrists as he started pounding into you. He moved like a man possessed, setting a pace so frantic that all you could do was hold onto him. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, moans and whimpers echoing around you as he brought you to a second climax.

A third orgasm began building almost as soon as the second ended. He grinned and pressed his lips to yours, devouring his way along your jawline. When he found the sweet spot between your throat and shoulder, he clamped down, sucking a bright purple mark into your skin. The pain was enough to send you reeling again. Your entire body contracted around him, nails digging into his back. He roared out your name, finding his own release in spasms for what seemed an eternity.

When his body calmed, he laid down against you, shifting his weight to one side. You listened to his breathing, accented with soft sighs, slow to normal. His fingers toyed with a few strands of hair, finding the braid with a smile.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

He propped himself up on an elbow, adoration in his eyes as he caressed the faded green ribbon.

“You should have this rebraided while you’re here. Maybe with a bit of gold thread mixed in.”

A smile crept across your face. “Gold is reserved for royalty, Loki.”

“Is it?” Mischief played in his eyes. “You know, you never answered my question.”

“What question? The one you asked decades ago?” He purred an affirmative and you quirked an eyebrow. “Even after all this time, the question still stands?”

“Through Ragnarok and beyond.”

“Such a poet my silvertongue is.”

Loki leaned down, resting his chin on your chest. “Not enough of one to keep you with me.” he whispered. You began to protest but were silenced by a finger on your lips. “I’m not letting you go this time. Say yes.”

The old battle between head and heart began anew while he watched. Eventually, he laid down on his side with his back facing you. You slid next to him, placing a hand on his arm.

“I love you, my prince.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

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