#firefly fictive

[the-roadtrip-system]

firefly? more like firefry <- currently using an air fryer

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set the sea ablaze

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KEYHOST FIREFLY．

Requested By : @narcbf．

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Could I get some Genloss pfps please :0? Specifically Ranboo, Slimecicle, and/or Sneeg please?

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Of course! We've never finished genloss but fixated on fan content so heavily that we introjected our Ran and Slime TwT its so strange for us that they don't have a 'complete' source

Ranboo ;

Slime ;

Sneeg ;

Aaaaand, a lil bonus if yall want matching icons!

Hope these work! If not, feel free to send in another ask!

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!!!! SHES HOME!!! (I say as if this isn't. me. hi I'm Firefly I've been fronting all day)

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Azrael will probably improve this later but here's our shadow company ocs/alters-Vance

Base/reference @mellon-soup

Top/ blonde is Arlo/Icarus

Next/redhead is Ashton/Phoenix

3rd/ darker brunette is me Vance/V

4th/lighter brunette is Emris/Firefly

And last is Azrael who doesn't use his real name

Do I have any idea what we're looking at? No but best guess it probably has something to do with Graves fbbfbf.

We're probably gonna post more of these cause we're having fun showing off our characters/(alter? Idk how to put it it's weird being introjects of oc's) so if anyone's interested in knowing more feel free to ask!

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you know what woukd be funny?

a fictive of the autism creature

🌈🌟valentine🌟🌈

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🕹️ ⸻ morty stimboard

ft; vibrant colors, mostly a yellow pallet, fireflies and sunshine

► 🕹️ 👾 🎮 ► 🕹️ 👾 🎮 ► 🕹️ 👾 🎮

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facts about some honkai star rail characters! (from an introject of sparkle~)

sampo can do that death metal scream. he can also growl like a dog. i'm not sure if those two things are connected. but it's very funny to make him angry enough to react like that, he gets so embarrassed by it~

he's also freakishly tall. like six foot eight. he claims to be human but between his height and the growling i seriously doubt that.

black swan looks a lot older than she does in game. and she wears really fancy robes, not that swimsuit hoyoverse gave her. she's also really hot.

aventurine's eyes just... glow? as in they actively give off a pink light. maybe that's why he wears those sunglasses? and i can swear that i saw his pupils changed size like a cats once. sigonian biology is so strange.

sunday and robin also glow. not just their eyes, their entire bodies. sunday glows white, and robin is more of a lavender color. but they are angels so that makes more sense than peacock boy's eyes.

those rose petals that just appear around argenti? i have no idea where they go. they're real petals, you can reach out and grab one, but the second they touch the ground (or are too far away from that knight) they just disappear. i know they're manifestations of The Beauty but that doesn't explain why they exist. the spotlights, on the other hand, i can get behind! if there's one thing that Idrila's and Aha's followers can agree on, it's theatrics. every good show needs lighting.

i don't know much about that gallagher person, but he has very sharp teeth. just like me~ also i think he might be a furry? he called himself some variation of a dog like four times in the span of a barely seven minute conversation. far from the weirdest interaction i've had, but it was definitely a bit odd.

[holdmytesseract]

Illusions

°☆• Dream or Nightmare? (Part 2) •☆°

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: When the TVA throws Loki on a journey through his past and future, it turns out to be a cruel rollercoaster ride for the god...

Warnings: angst & sadness, tiny bit fluff, a smol suggestive scene, angst, bit of pregnancy stuff, oh and did I mention angst?

Let me know if I forgot something!

Word Count: 4,1k

a/n: Well... I listened to music - those two songs to be exactly...

... and they inspired me to write this. I am already apologising, because... It's quite sad and angsty. 👀 Or to say it in Mika's words: 'This is the hardest story that I've ever told' - perhaps.

I hope y'all like it! 💚

Tagging: @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbsblr @huntress-artemiss @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @smolvenger @chennqingg @jennyggggrrr @theaudacitytowrite @alexakeyloveloki @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @evelyn-kingsley @vanilla-daydreaming @valencia-rou @loz-3 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @bunny24sstuff @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovingchoices14 @linaax @mochie85 @glitchquake @goblingirlsarah @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @gruftiela @lulubelle814 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @chantsdemarins (Continuing in the comments!)

Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

The grip of the Minutemen tightened painfully around Loki's arms, as the god tried to break free from their grasp - in vain. He didn't stand a chance against four of them; dragging him down one of the seemingly endless corridors of the TVA.

"Where are they taking me?!" Loki screamed over his shoulder, trying to reach the man in the brown suit with grey-blonde hair and moustache. "Mobius, where are you taking me!" The god received no answer. Not even as the Minutemen hauled him into a big room. It looked familiar, yet different.

While Loki still struggled against the men's harsh grip, he saw Mobius tapping away on his TemPad - until a well known orange 'door' opened. The TVA agent nodded at the Minutemen, who started to move once more - straight towards the portal. "Mobius! Please!" Again, no answer; causing Loki's patience to wear thin. "I demand to know what this is!"

Shortly before the god's body could touch the orange barrier, they stopped - and Mobius appeared in Loki's field of view. "That happens when you break a friend's trust, Loki," he said; stepping closer. His face was stern, but his eyes were filled with a mixture of disappointment and hurt. "I don't want to do this, but you leave me no other choice."

With those words and a last gaze at the 'variant', Mobius turned around and walked away. Loki's jaw dropped. "Mobius! Mobius! Wait! You know the truth! Nothing here is real! You are a mere puppet on a string and you know it! Please!" Loki's plead fell on deaf ears. Again. And before he could say another word, the Minutemen pushed him through the portal.

Loki stumbled; the force of the unmerciful shove took him down. He landed on his knees - already waiting for the incoming pain of the impact; but there was none. At least no strong pain. He had landed rather softly. Nevertheless, slipped a soft groan past the god's lips as he straightened his back; raven curls whipping through the air. Loki looked around; scanning his surroundings - eyes widened instantly.

Underneath his knees was green grass. The air smelt deliciously of a trillion different flowers. A soft breeze rustled the trees nearby, and the moon stood high in the night sky; shining down on him and illuminating the world around him - just like the countless fireflies. He didn't even have to look further to know where he was...

Home.

He was in Asgard, and that was clearly his mother's garden. Why would Mobius send me here? Loki frowned; was confused. Slowly, he got up; brought himself back on his feet. His rather ragged and worn out TVA suit was looking even dirtier now; the green stains of the grass on his knees adding to the demolition.

Everything was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. But that was the last thing Loki cared about, honestly... "Mobius!" He called out once again. "What is this foolery?! Why did you take me home?! Is this real?! What-" The god cut off his own sentence as he suddenly heard something. Laughter... Child's laughter. It was getting closer and closer - until... A young boy with green robes and short black hair ran past him, followed by a young girl in a beautifully bright blue dress; her hair billowing in the wind. They were clearly chasing each other; running light-hearted through Frigga's garden.

Loki watched for a few seconds, before it hit him; eyes widening to the size of plates. His breath hitched in his throat as the two children came running straight towards him; his eyes settling on the little girl's face.

"Y/N..."

Loki breathed out your name; eyes still stuck on your youthful self. It send a jolt through his whole body - and especially through his heart. He remembered. This very night. Your parents and Loki's parents had to speak to the high council - and since your father was Odin's advisor, he needed to join. Frigga had sent you up to Loki's room in order to play, but the two of you chose to go outside instead. He remembered... Every second.

The laughter echoed in his ears as you and his younger self ran straight through him as if he was nothing but a mere projection. "What-" But before Loki could think further about it, the world suddenly started to spin around him. Faster and faster and faster. It took the god to the ground with a loud scream.

Like a few minutes ago, Loki landed soft. This time, though, it wasn't grass... He looked beneath himself. It was straw. Still a bit dizzy from whatever just had happened to him, he shook his head gently and brushed a few loose raven curls out of his face. Chest heaving with the deep breaths he took, he looked up - and immediately recognised this place as well... The royal stables.

"What... What is happening here? What is this?" Loki asked, but of course nobody answered his question.

Then he heard steps. Quick steps - and only a few seconds later, you appeared in the huge door frame of the stable. Now though, you weren't a child anymore. You had grown into a young woman. His heart skipped another beat at the sight of you.

Loki witnessed how you quickly ran barefoot into the stable and hid yourself behind against the wall beside the door; giggling. The next thing he noticed was a voice. His voice.

"Y/N? Y/N! Where did you go?!"

You giggled again; rolling your eyes with a smile. "Come find me, Lokes!" You called out - and Loki remembered. It was again something he had experienced. Years and years ago, of course; in his youth - but nevertheless...

Steps were heard again as a younger Loki, dressed in his armour ran around the corner. Before he could pass you by, you jumped out of your hiding place; straight into the god's arms. He was caught by surprise of course, but then a joyful laugh left his lips, before his palms found your hips and he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

Loki was still standing in the middle of the straw like frozen; watching the scene unfold in front of his eyes. His nerve ends tingled; butterflies running wild inside his belly and by the Norns, he could swear that he still felt your lips on his. How soft and kissable they were. You had been his best friend, but on that very day, you had become his lover. His princess.

Loki wanted to relive this wonderful moment in his life longer, but then he felt again that pull and the stable started to spin around him - just as he witnessed how you and him stumbled backwards into the pile of straw; lips still entangled.

"No, no, no, not agaiiiiin!"

Loki felt like falling, before he landed with a thud on a soft but also not soft underground. The smell of pine, moss and earth hit him the second Loki reopened his eyes. Different trees and plants were everywhere around him - but they were painted black. It was dark outside. Again. Looks like the Asgardian forest, the god thought; running a hand through his hair. I must be in the woods.

Loki looked around; eyes searching for you, and after taking a few steps, he found you - and himself. This time, he dared to step closer, giving the fact that he couldn’t be seen anyway. Twigs snapped underneath his feet as he approached you.

You and Loki were on a small glade; a picnic blanket keeping your clothes from getting dirty. You had an arm underneath your neck to support your head - just like Loki, while your free hand was intertwined with his. Both of you were gazing into the night sky; pointing at different stars.

Loki came to stand directly beside you and himself; watching. He swallowed hard; knew exactly where the TVA had taken him. The god had figured out quickly that he was obviously 'travelling' through his memories. And that 'journey' or by Odin's sake whatever this was seemed to have one thing in common... You. No wonder, though. You had always been the key element in Loki's life. You were the one who kept him grounded. His anchor in the raging storms he had to face. Be it his father, brother, Warriors Three or heritage. You had been always there for him, until... Well, until Thanos and New York happened. He always wanted to find his way back to you, but then the TVA ripped him out of his timeline.

Loki swallowed hard in order to suppress the upcoming tears in his eyes; the full force of the realisation hitting him, that he was probably never ever going to see you again. Feel you again. Taste you again. His heart yearned for you - more than ever now, and all he wanted was to go back.

The god got ripped out of his thoughts, as he watched it happen before him. He had been so nervous back then. Afraid of rejection.

"Y/N, I... I know that this might come out of the blue and way too soon, but... I-I can't wait any longer. I-I want to finally make you entirely mine. I can't imagine a life without you anymore. I need you. My heart needs you. It belongs to you already anyway, so..." Loki reached in the pocket of his trousers. With a shaky hand he presented a silvery ring, which was literally shining in the pale blue moonlight. You gasped; hands flying up to cover your mouth, "Would you do me the honour and become my wife?" and then tears started to fall quickly. "N-Norns, L-Loki, I-" You had to take a deep breath to calm your racing heart - something Loki misinterpreted slightly. Fear struck him. "I-I know I can't afford you what my brother could. No title of being Asgard's queen. No throne. No-" You immediately interrupted him with your lips on his.

"Loki, stop that nonsense right now. I don't want Thor. I never did. And I definitely don't need or want the throne or being called the queen. All I need..." You cupped his chiselled cheek; gazing deeply into his blue eyes. "... is you, my prince. Always have been. Always will be. I love you. So, yes. Yes. I want to marry you."

A relieved, light-hearted laugh escaped his lips, before he smiled brightly and slipped the ring on your finger.

Loki, who still stood on the sideline, watching, found himself smiling. He loved that memory; held it close to his heart. It was such a special day for him - and you.

Before he could reminisce for too long, he got pulled out again. This time, though, the world faded entirely to black around him...

Once Loki woke up and slowly came to his senses, he felt pain shoot through his whole body. Perhaps because he had landed full force on a stony underground - unlike before. Nevertheless, he quickly felt a change. Something was different. It was not like the last three times.

Groaning, the god lifted himself off the ground - and immediately recognised what exactly had changed. He was still on Asgard; on the balcony of his chambers, to be exactly, but... He frowned, as he saw you standing underneath the sinking sun; gazing aimlessly into distance with the engagement ring he had given you twinkling in the red-orange rays. He couldn't remember. This time, he couldn't remember. Even though he tried hard to. This was not one of his memories...

Loki stepped closer towards you; eyes never leaving your frame. You were sad. He could tell. Not just because at the look on your face. He could feel it.

Silent tears were running down your cheeks, causing Loki's heart to cry out in pain. He had always hated to see you cry. That hadn't changed. It never would. "Y/N..." Loki whispered. "What is wrong, my love?" You didn't answer; just kept on crying quietly. He wanted to speak up again - but you spoke first.

"Oh Loki..." You cried softly; wiping away some stray tears. "Where are you?" You asked; gaze still directed up into the sky. "I hope you find your way back to me, my beloved... Someday..." His eyes widened; and he immediately started to run the last few meters separating you from him. Loki wanted to comfort you; wrap you up in his arms and wipe away your tears - but he never reached you. His feet stuck suddenly to the ground, as the world slowly started to spin around him. "No, no, no..." Loki mumbled in slight panic; desperately trying to free himself - but his feet wouldn't budge. It was almost like they suddenly acted on their own will.

"Y/N!"

He decided to use his voice instead. "Y/N! I'm here! I'm right here, darling!" Loki reached out his hand - but it was too late. Darkness overcame him as got sucked in the next dark hole, before he got spit out somewhere else.

The ground beneath him was familiar. As if he had been here before - and he was. Loki felt the soft grass of the royal gardens underneath his fingertips, as he heaved his tired body off the grassy ground.

Yes, he was right back to where he was in the beginning - but this time, his mother's garden looked different. Everything was beautifully decorated. Countless white chairs were lined up in front of him; each of them looking neat and elegantly - just like the people sitting on them. White rose petals were everywhere. It was beautiful. The god swallowed hard. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly that he must've landed at a wedding. His gaze drifted to the archway at the end of the passageway; formed by the chairs. It was as well beautifully decorated with white curtains and roses. And underneath the archway... Loki's heart stopped to beat for a moment.

It was you.

You were standing there, wearing the most beautiful wedding dress he had ever seen. Your hair was braided into a stunning plait; speckled with daisies. His heart skipped another beat; pumping pure love through his veins.

But the problem was the same. He couldn’t remember. This never happened. He never had the chance to finally marry-

Loki couldn't believe his eyes. All the people on the chairs, his family standing beside the archway, you... Suddenly everybody turned to face him. Suddenly, every pair of eyes was on him; leaving the god even more confused. Can they see me? Can she see me? Is this real?

Loki felt how the emotions got stuck in his throat. This moment... He had waited for this to happen such a long time. And all of a sudden, it was within reach.

Tears clouded his eyes, as he found himself running again towards you - towards his future; towards everything he ever desired and wanted.

This time, he actually managed to reach you - and for a moment, Loki believed that this was truly happening. That he was going to finally marry you right here, right now. You stretched out your arm towards him. Loki breathed out a teary laugh; reaching for you. He wanted to take your smaller hand into his bigger one; feeling your warm, soft skin finally against his - but he couldn't. His hand just slipped through yours, as if you were a ghost. He tried again - with the same result.

"Take my hand. Come on, Lokes..." You suddenly spoke up; smiling brightly. Your bright Y/E/C eyes were literally shining. "What are you waiting for?"

Loki felt like crying. His happiness washed away like sand on a beach - within a few seconds.

Frantically, he tried to reach for you again. "I-I want to, my love! I want to, b-but... I can't... I-" Loki's body froze once more; signalling him exactly what was about to happen. "No! Please!" He was powerless. He couldn't do anything against it as he got pulled away from you - again.

Another familiar setting, but no familiar memory. It felt like everything happened faster and faster; draining his physical and emotional energy. Whatever this was... Whatever Mobius had thrown him into... It was cruel. Torture.

Loki's body hit the very soft ground with a thud. It was softer than ever before. His palms glided over the surface; realising that he had landed undoubtedly on his bed - and the furniture around him belonged to his chambers.

He would've loved to just stay there and close his eyes to make it all stop, but when he heard the sound of bare feet touching the floor, he got up. Loki's head turned to follow the steps and when his eyes found you, did they widen immediately.

You were standing in the doorway; leading towards his bathing chambers. Nothing but a flimsy satin robe covered your body - which glided off your shoulders and fell to the floor, just in the moment when Loki's eyes settled on you.

The god swallowed hard; jaw slacking. You wore nothing underneath. He just stared. Stared at the holy temple which was your body. Memories flooded his head of endless nights (and days) he spent with you beneath the sheets; worshipping this temple - like you deserved. Like the goddess you were. It shot a warm feeling throughout his whole body; nerve ends tingling with desire - but it also left another gaping hole in his already bruised and battered heart.

He'd be never able to touch you again. To feel your beautiful curves underneath his fingertips; to touch your warm skin with his lips and kiss every square inch of your body.

"Are you finally joining me, my prince?" The sound of your angelic voice grabbed his attention; eyes focusing on your face - which was directed at him now. You were looking over your shoulder; hands working on freeing your hair from the plait.

"Time to consummate our marriage, husband."

It was the last thing you said, before you vanished inside the god's bathing chambers. Loki's feet and hands twitched. He desperately wanted to rip his clothes off his body and follow you, but he wasn't even able to finish that thought.

Darkness swallowed him whole once more.

Loki found himself kneeling on the stony surface of his balcony once again; exhausted. He couldn't take this anymore. His heart couldn't take this anymore. He just wanted it to stop. Unless he was going to break - and little did he know that what was coming now really did break him. The straw that broke the camel's back.

Sure, Loki could've just kept his eyes glued to the ground and not look up, in order to spare himself some pain - but being the fool in love he was, he couldn't. No matter how much it hurt... Seeing you was just too tempting. So, he somehow managed to stand on both feet again and looked up.

You were leaning against the beautifully crafted railing. You hair was flying in the warm summer breeze. You were clearly enjoying the warm rays of sunshine on your face and the naked skin which wasn't wrapped in the beautiful emerald green dress you were wearing.

A goddess. You looked like a goddess.

Loki's eyes wandered over your body - but suddenly froze in place. He felt his heart drop for the millionth time; but this time it shattered into a trillion pieces. The god's knees buckled; legs almost giving in. Pregnant. You were visibly pregnant. There was no doubt - and with the next blink of his eyes, the tears started to mercilessly fall; wetting his ragged shirt.

"N-No, please... Please..." He didn't even know what he was begging for. For his eyes to betray him? For this to end? For you to finally be able to notice him? For the illusion to fall?

The smile on your face was brighter than the sun itself, as you ran your palms absent-mindedly over your swollen stomach - until it dropped and your eyes widened for a moment; looking shocked. Loki's heart was jumping over the cliff alongside your smile - but then you breathed out a laugh.

"Loki, I... I can feel her!" Her? "She's kicking! Come, feel!"

Your words caused even more tears to roll down the god's cheeks, as he began to shake his head. "I-I can't, Y/N, I-I can't..." Loki whispered; voice filled with despair and sadness.

But you couldn't hear him - and perhaps didn't even see him. That hadn't changed. But it didn't stop you from doing something you hadn't done the last three times the TVA had tortured him with your presence. You walked over to Loki; stopping mere inches in front of him. To feel you so close almost caused his heart to explode. He inhaled a shaky breath; swearing that he was able to smell you.

"Feel, my love," you repeated - and without blinking grabbed his hand to press it against the side of your stomach. Loki gasped; his whole body shivering. Your warm, clothed skin suddenly on his; the soft fabric of the dress underneath his fingertips; the clearly noticeable kicks against his palm. It was overwhelming. So overwhelming, he didn't even question why you were able to actually touch him.

It was a small moment of bliss, before he broke entirely...

In this moment of bliss and blinding love, he wanted to reach for your hand and bury his head against your baby bump to feel more - but like before, he couldn't. His hand slipped through yours, as if he was trying to capture air. This realisation dragged him back down to earth, reminding him that this was nothing but a cruel game the TVA played. It wasn't real.

Loki broke. His legs gave in as he sunk to his knees; palm slipping from your body. His vision went blurry.

"Mobius, please... D-Don't do this to me, please... I can't anymore. I can't. I-I know this isn't real. I know it isn't. Please stop it. I can't have that w-with her - I-I never will. She is n-not truly here. Please. Have mercy. I can't take this any longer." He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. It was all too much.

All of a sudden, everything got quiet around him. All Loki could hear were his own muffled cries and sobs. The god had curled himself up into a ball - nothing more than a picture of misery.

He didn't know how long he was half kneeling, half laying on the cold ground. Perhaps only a few seconds; perhaps a few hours - but at some point he could hear quiet steps approaching. Brown dress shoes came into his field of few. Definitely not you.

"Loki, I... I didn't know, I... I am sorry." A soft, familiar voice urged to Loki's ears. "I didn't know that Ravonna would send you through this..." Mobius.

The god lifted his head; looked straight into the sorrowful, compassionate face of his 'friend'. The agent offered him his hand, which Loki took to lift his exhausted body off the ground. "W-What... What was that? Torture, I assume." The man opposite him swallowed visibly. "It... It was a glimpse into the future, but also an illusion." Loki's eyebrows slanted into a frown, causing Mobius to explain further.

"What you saw was everything that happened... and could've happened."

Now he understood; a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You showed me something I'd die for to have but never could. She's out of reach - and she'll forever be. Just like what you showed me. Am I right?" Mobius swallowed again; didn't dare to say something. So, he just nodded carefully.

Loki's heart broke all over again; another bitter laugh finding its way past his lips. It truly hurt Mobius to see him this way.

"I am sorry. I didn't know that Y/N-" The god shook his head, interrupting him immediately. "Don't. Just stop, please."

Defeated, the TVA agent nodded.

A few beats of silence passed, before a small whirring sound announced the opening of a portal. "Come on. Let's get you out of here and talk, huh?" Loki nodded; wordlessly following Mobius.

There was no point in arguing or stepping up against him. Loki's glorious purpose was gone. He had lost - everything which ever meant something to him. His brother. His mother. His life. But especially, he had lost you - and the life he could've had with you. Love. A happy marriage. A child. Everything was gone within the blink of an eye; and only now did he realise, that he already had lost all of it the second he made that one wrong step which got him here.

There was no point in fighting anymore. He had nothing left to fight for. All that was left, was a gaping hole in his broken heart.

No hope. No love. No happy ending.

[cryptic-crystal]

Our poor Firefly fictive had to witness her source death even though we promised she wouldn’t have to. It happened incredibly fast with barely any time to react.

- boothill

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Mischief and Miracles

One-Shot Masterlist Complete Masterlist Secret Santa Masterlist

Summary: Loki has a special surprise for you. A/N: This is part of @fictive-sl0th Secret Santa Collection. Thank you love for setting this up. I'm sorry I went over the word limit. Word Count: 2k Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Fluff, Angst, implied smut. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“Where are we going, my love?” you asked Loki following his footprints on the crisp clean snow.

“Would you stop trying to guess and let me surprise you?” he sighed stopping to reach back for your hand as he led you quietly through the thick woods.

“I bet I could make you tell me,” you pulled him back towards you and wrapped your arms around his waist, trailing soft kisses on the exposed parts of his jawline. You giggled as his hands squeezed your behind, hoisting you up as you kicked snow drifts from your boots.

“I know you can, you vixen. But you don’t want to ruin your surprise, do you? Come on. We’re almost there.”

He carried you forward. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your hands played with the scarf on the back of his neck. His greedy eyes never left yours. His smirk trying to tempt you to break your stare first.

“Can you even see where you’re going?” you teased him.

“I don’t need to, we’re here,” he smiled as he set you down. You turned around to see a clear dome-shaped tent nestled into the thick trees. The falling snow had covered the roof and piled onto the sides of the structure leaving a perfect 360˚ makeshift window of the outside forest.

Inside the tent glowed warm yellow light, inviting you from the cold. You could see through the window that there was a makeshift bed, bedecked with fluffy sheets and pillows, plaid blankets and cushions. Next to the bed was a low table decorated with small Christmas ornaments and candles. There were stacks of books and a serving tray of hot cocoa and candy canes all waiting to be devoured.

“Loki…” you started, reaching out to him.

“Do you like it? I’m sorry it’s not the grand cabin I would’ve conjured for you.” He felt a little embarrassed about it now. How could a measly tent ever compare to the grand lodge that you had pictured in your dreams? The ones he sees you crooning over whenever you see those romantic Christmas movies on television.

“I promise, my love, as soon as these shackles come off, I will shower you in luxury befitting an empress,” he stated. You looked down at his wrists, thin bangles of vibranium and technology melded together to tamper his magic. They would stay on as a reminder until Loki could prove that he was no longer a menace to society.

“That never mattered love. I don’t care to be an empress. I only care to be the woman you call, yours,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

You drew on his upper lip as he inhaled your sweet fragrance. Both of you moaned as your hands formed vices around each other. “It’s magical already. I love it. Thank you.” You whispered to his swelling lips.

“Come. I’ll show you inside.” Loki hurried you along the snowy path. Once inside, you were surprised to feel how warm it was. How the light from inside the tent, made the outside world vanish, and it was just you and your love, together in the woods.

Both of you lay in bed, your leg over his. His arm stroked your back as he held you close to his chest. His other hand held a book of Asgardian epics that he recited in his native tongue.

You couldn’t understand a word he said, but you didn’t need to. You could feel the growl of his deep baritone voice in his chest as he spoke. The vibration comforted you and made you snuggle up closer to him.

After a while, the last rays of twilight had left and Loki turned down the intensity of the lights around you. Your eyes adjusted as you looked up at the now clear tent and saw the brilliance of stars dusting the night sky.

“I have one more thing for you,” he whispered. His voice was as quiet as the snowfall.

“Loki!” you chided. “This was everything already. I can’t accept any more.”

“I know. But I wanted to.” He moved to leave your warmth and picked up something underneath the low table. You sat up to receive a small black box wrapped in an emerald bow.

Once you took the bow off, you opened the latch and a small figure skater began to twirl around. “A music box?!” you gasped. The small box began to chime Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. “Loki…” You looked up to see his beautiful eyes staring back at you.

“It’s for your bracelet. The one your mother gave you when she passed. I know you’re reluctant to take it off because you’re scared you would lose it. Now, you have a place to secure it whenever you need to,” he explained. “And it’s playing your favorite Christmas song too. It made me think of you when I saw it. So, I had to purchase it for you.”

The world got blurry. The sweetness of his thoughts and actions made you cry outright. “I can’t accept this,” you sobbed.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it?”

“I do, Loki. It’s such a beautiful present. But…”

“Then please keep it.” He wrapped his hands around yours, holding the box. You watched the skater turn around as the song tinkled in the air around you.

“Ok.” You smiled and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips as a thank you. “I have something for you too.”  You placed the music box carefully on the table, letting the sweet notes continue to play.

You rushed back to him from your backpack at the entrance and handed him a cloth-wrapped present. “Darling, you didn’t have to get me anything.” He smiled as he excitedly unwrapped your present. You giggled at his little act, knowing full well he loves receiving presents.

As soon as he unwrapped it, his eyes glazed over and his mouth opened to a small wonder. The black leather sheath was handcrafted and formed to fit his daggers perfectly. The blue sapphire adorning the front clasp matched his favorite daggers, the ones that Frigga had given him as a teenager. “It matches your daggers, see.” You pointed the blue stone out to him. “And it comes with a matching harness, so you can wear your daggers all the time. No doubt making everyone in the tower nervous around you,” you laughed. “Oh, the havoc you’ll cause.”

“My sweet girl,” he started. His eyes began to water as he tried to hold them in. “I shall treasure it forever. Thank you.” He kissed you on your lips and he held on to you tightly.

“Come on then. Let’s see your daggers, I wanna see if they fit.” You said as you pulled away from him.

“We can’t darling.”

“Why not? Don’t tell me you left it at the compound. You never go anywhere without them. Are they in your backpack? I’ll go get…” You stood up to retrieve them.

“No, they’re not in my backpack,” he said evenly, pulling you back down. “My empress. My darling girl.” He cooed as he secured you in his arms. You straddle him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his head on the crook of your shoulder. “I do not have those daggers anymore.”

“Why not?” you asked pulling away from him. “Those were your favorite. They were a gift from your mother.”

Loki nodded and smiled, “I traded them. For something far more valuable,” he confessed. He took your hands away from his neck and held onto them, kissing your fingers. “Where is your bracelet?” he asked abruptly. He noticed it missing when his fingers traced your wrist.

You looked into his eyes as realization dawned on you. “I don’t have it anymore. I traded it for something far more valuable,” you whispered, echoing his words.

“Silly girl, and what could be more valuable than…” the single tear that fell on your cheek was telling. Loki knew what had happened. “You traded your bracelet for my sheath?”

“And you traded your daggers for my music box.” You cried even more. The gate that had held back your tears opened as a stream ran down your face and a hiccup began in your chest. “We can still return it. I’ll exchange my music box so you can get your daggers back.”

“Don’t you dare!” Loki said sternly.

“But Loki, it was from your mother.”

“And your bracelet was from your mother too.”

“So we keep the gifts that are useless to us?”

“No. We keep the gifts as a sign of the sacrifice we were both willing to make for each other. I have many daggers, my love. I will still be able to use your thoughtful gift. And every time you open your music box, I hope you will think of me. It will only be a matter of time before I get these dampening fetters off my wrist. And I will be able to fill that music box with all the bracelets and jewelry your heart desires.” He promised as he wiped the tears away from your face. You laughed at the thought.

“I don’t need them, Loki. Just you. Just like this.” You stayed in his arms. Content in your own little bubble as the snow continued to fall outside.

“I love you, dear heart, Happy Yuletide,” he whispered in your ear.

“And I love you, Loki. Merry Christmas.”

The first rays of dawn woke you first. You had slept comfortably inside the bubble tent. Laying in Loki’s arms as snow fell from the heavens. Your music box had stopped playing in the middle of the night, the small figure skater holding her pose. Loki’s sheath laying next to it.

You smiled to see that his daggers did fit the snug casing. The sapphire adorning the end of the handle matched perfectly with the small sapphires embedded into the cover.

Wait.

“Loki, wake up,” you pushed his shoulder aggressively.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. You are insatiable! Even gods need respite.” He hummed. His early morning voice was tinged with sleep and arousal.

“Get up, Loki!”

“Only if you promise to do that thing with your tongue again,” he bargained, his voice still half asleep and his eyes still closed.

“I think someone’s been in our tent.” That sentence made him sit up faster and more alert. You gathered the blanket around you, covering your bare form. Loki got up as he wrapped a spare blanket around himself and looked around. The morning light was just trickling in through the branches. But otherwise, nothing had been amiss.

You pointed towards his dagger on the table, “Love, your daggers are back.” Loki came to examine his scabbard and was surprised to find that his dagger had returned. He pulled them out and examined them carefully, feeling the weight and balance. He searched for his mother’s initials on the base of the blade and found them etched along with his.

Curious, he reached for your music box and his eyes grew even wider. “Darling…” he murmured as he handed it to you. Inside was your tennis bracelet from your mother. The dainty piece shone brightly under the new morning light.

“How is this possible? Did you get your powers back?” you asked aloud. Loki lifted his arms towards you, showing you the thin vibranium bangle still adorning his wrists.

“Did anyone know about your gift?” Loki asked, his mind working through all the possibilities.

“Tony!” You yelled out. “I asked Tony to help me find a local pawn shop so I can sell my bracelet. He helped me get top dollar for it too.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Stark helped me find the antique store where I traded my daggers and found your music box,” he said stretching back onto the makeshift bed on the ground. “That little scoundrel. I didn’t know he had any mischief in him.”

“That still doesn’t explain how it got inside the tent?” You said laying your chin on top of his shoulder. You looked into each other’s eyes as you both came to the same conclusion.

“Scott!” “Lang!”

A/N: I hope you liked this @gigglingtigger, Happy Holidays. Her words were Candy Cane, Footprints, and Unwrapped

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