#forever thor is my beloved

[boncottontail]

Chapter 5 of Along Came A Spider, my guapoduo QSMP x Marvel mashup fanfiction, has been uploaded! 🔥

Link here, lovelies <3

[thedevilsoftruth]

Mirror On the Ceiling ~ Loki x fem!reader

Warning: heavy sexual content. Breeding kink, dom Loki, foreplay and oral ( at start ), reader being forced to look at their reflection while being bred. Side fucking at the end. Minors dni!!

Summary: Loki is your husband and comes back home early after an excruciating night out with Thor and his friends.

Notes: So I have never posted a smutshot in my life, lol. ( Ps, my writing is reallllyyy easy to read ) I have like 12 other Loki smutshots I have written, and I just haven't really finished any or posted them. Anyways, although this one isn’t my best, I just wanted to post this one bc I really liked the concept of it, and I just couldn’t keep in my cluttered drafts anymore. ENJOY!!!

After a long steamy shower, you step out of the bathtub and grab your towel to dry yourself off. The fan was on and the door was creaked open so that the warm air could escape the room without fogging up the mirror. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you dried your wet body off with the towel, watching as the dripping water ran down your body only to be quickly wiped away. You hummed a random tune as you continued drying, enjoying the feeling of the cold air hitting your skin and cooling you down. Your husband, Loki, was off doing something with his older brother Thor and the guys. You found that pretty weird since Loki claimed he didn't like most the activities Thor would do, and especially didn't like being around his friends. But you hoped they were having fun.

You took your towel off of your body, exposing your naked form as you wrapped the towel in your soaking hair to dry that off as well. As you were drying your hair off, you picked up your phone to check the time. The time read, 10;34 pm but Loki wasn't supposed to be home until somewhere around midnight. how were you going to spend the rest of your night without your dear husband? Sighing, you put your phone back down and dropped your towel to the floor. You stood for a few moments and ran your fingers through your hair, deciding that you were going to spend the next few hours watching tv in your robe and in your bedroom. You picked up your towel and wrapped it around yourself once more before leaving your bathroom and heading for your bedroom closet.

Without looking, you tossed your towel into the bamboo laundry basket you kept next to your closet as you fixed your eyes on looking for your favorite robe. The silky emerald robe was nowhere to be seen, however. You furrowed your brows and begun to flip through the mound of hangers and clothes before you felt the air around you change as if someone were in the room behind you. Before you would turn to look, you felt cold hands wrap around your waist and a pair of warm lips on your sensitive neck, all making you jump and yelp. You turned around to see your beloved husband holding you flush against his body with a slightly unbuttoned black t-shirt on. He pulled away slightly and you could see the glint of mischief in his green eyes.

" I didn't even hear you coming through the door- " Your stammered words were cut off with your husbands lips meeting with yours in a passionate kiss. His hands moved to your arms and slowly ran up and down your sensitive clean skin. Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into his touch, sighing into the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss shortly after and rocked your body with his sideways.

" You're home early. " you said simply, touching his strong arms around your naked body. He hummed, his face buried into the crook of your neck.

" I missed you. Stark was being a big pain in my ass. " Loki stated nonchalantly, pressing small kisses to your bare shoulder as you sunk in his arms in contentment. You gazed at your husband behind your shoulder to get a glimpse of his expression.

" what did you guys do? " you asked as you gave him a kiss you his pale cheek. He shrugged his shoulders.

" Thor made us go to this fancy bar to hang out since we all haven't talked in forever. " he said, his voice muffled in your neck as he spoke in between kisses. You smiled and nodded in understanding as you rubbed circles onto his upper arm. Loki pulled away from your body and let go of you completely.

" I hope you all had fun. " you spoke as You looked back into the closet and began searching for your robe, to which you finally found.

Loki scoffed at that response, his eyes scanning your nude body as it faced away from him, taking the silk robe off the hanger. He just couldn't take his eyes off your legs that flexed as you moved, seeing you like this was certainly a surprise but he did have a other plans for the both of you tonight. A smirk grew on his face and he took your hand and turned you around to face him directly.

" you won't be needing that, dearest. " he said in a low tone as he took the robe from your hand and threw it back into the closet. His eyes didn't move off yours as you both stared at each other hungrily. His arms wrapped around your waist once more, pulling you in for another passionate kiss. His head tilted to deepen the kiss, his lips sloppily moving against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own. Your hands were pressed against his chest now, his muscles tensing under your touch. You pulled away to catch your breath, looking at him in his lustful gaze. His lips were wet and formed into a wide smile, which you returned.

Loki's hands traveled down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and giggled as he pecked your lips gently.

He walked over to your shared bed and dropped you down carefully on the mattress. He crawled on top of you and his hands pushed down into the mattress taht was covered in black silky sheets. You felt his hips settle against yours as he rested one knee atop your thigh, leaning forward to capture your mouth again. The heat radiating from his body sent shivers running through you. You tangled your fingers in his dark curls, his tongue tangling with yours as the kiss got deeper. He leaned back slightly to place soft kisses to your jaw and then to your neck. Your body was no mystery to him. He had explored you many times before this, so he knew which parts of you that were the most sensitive to you.

Loki parted his lips and abraded his teeth on your soft skin, sucking on it harsh enough to leave a mark. A few moans escaped you every now and then with his lips on your neck, your mind only focused on the pleasure of the moment. He pulled away with a loving gaze, pulling and hair out of your face so he could get a clear look at you.

" My love, you are absolutely stunning like this. " he said, his eyes wondering your nude body like he were trying to memorize every part of you. You curled your fingers around his inky curls and tugged them playfully, causing him to chuckle. His eyes darted back up to your beautiful eyes and he stared at you lovingly.

" would you like to start with a bit of foreplay, my beloved? " he breathed, his voice deep yet tender as it echoed throughout the large room. you nodded pathetically, completely out of words. His fingers went to the collar of his black buttoned down shirt, quickly unbuttoning it to reveal his beautiful torso. You stared an awe at his perfectly sculpted body, his muscular torso that flexed as he moved. His shirt slid off his shoulders and he tossed it off like it were nothing. Never once did his eyes leave yours.

Your fingers slipped out of his hair as he picked you up in his bare arms, setting you carefully in his lap with your back against his chest. He hummed in your ear, his hand moving down to your sopping cunt.

" already this wet for me, my love? " he teased you, his breath fanning across the shell of your ear as he placing kisses along your neck. His middle and ring fingers moved up and down your slick folds, feeling your hot juices dripping down on his fingers as he played with you. You arched your back and whimpered, his lip placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder as his fingers slipped inside your entrance. His thumb grazed against your clit, his other fingers pumping in and out of you for a little while and making wet sounds as they moved as far as they could in you.

" please, " you moaned helplessly, your eyes squeezing shut tight as he took his fingers out of you.

They shifted up to your clit and moved the small bud up and down. His pace was slow, occasionally becoming faster before slowing down and then going fast again.

" ah, Loki…I'm reaady-yy - ha! " you whined through needy moans and a cry of his name. His hand reached behind your neck and flipped your hair over your shoulder, revealing your exposing skin to his hot breath.

" ready for what? " his pace fastened, his voice gravely as he spoke. His fingers continued to move fast and rough, his lips exploring your shoulder and neck, leaving wet trails behind.

all you could do was simply moan and helplessly grab his arm as his fingers worked you into a frenzy. It was pitiful how just one simple touch from him could send you over the edge.

“ please, Loki— fuuck.. “ you panted, hoping your pleas would be enough for him. He growled against your ear, his fingers moving out of you and grabbing your knee to keep your leg spread nicely.

“ good girl. “ he praised, giving you a soft smile while he flipped you over so you were underneath him. His hands rest on your knees while he positioned himself nicely in between you. His head lowered down to your collarbone, giving you gentle kisses down your sternum. You could hear his ragged breathing as his wet lips moved against your sensitive skin. His lips made a series of kisses down your torso until he reached your lower abdomen. His hands shifted to the back of your thighs, spreading them wide enough for his face to go in between. His eyes darted at you through his brows, giving you a seductive stare.

“ now beg for me, bitch. “ Loki whispered huskily, his lips brushing against your sensitive nub of nerves. You moaned, your head thrown back as the pleasure of his kisses and licks caused waves of sensation to crash over your entire being. With the same two fingers from before, he twisted as much as he could fit into your tight entrance, making you moan louder and your hips jolt upward. His lips sucked on your throbbing clit, his throat humming and sending vibrations through your core in a way that made you feel intoxicated with pleasure.

“ L-loki! Please, j-just give it to me! “ you cried, arching your hips with your toes curling as he continued pumping fingers and giving your clit kitten licks. He hummed again, and you swore to yourself he was gonna be the death of you. His lips tore away from your bud and his finger painfully slowly twisted out of you. He moved the tips of his fingers up into a V while they spread your soaked flaps apart.

“ So eager for me to fuck your pathetic cunt, are you? “ Loki spoke with a smirk as he rose back up, magicking his way out of the rest of his clothes.You bit your lip, simply just wanting him to come and destroy you.

“ Don’t worry darling, I’m going to ravish you until you’re filled all the way with my seed. “Loki said, his voice barely above a whisper as he lined himself up with your opening, watching as you looked up at him through wide eyes. You lifted your hips upwards, begging him to push himself inside you. He smirked, his eyes roaming over your body as he leaned over you, planting his lips gently against yours before slamming into you roughly. You let out a loud cry of pain and pleasure, his name coming out of your mouth with heavy panting. The bed creaked a bit with his movements, his hips rocking against yours harsh like he hadn’t felt anything good like this in years.

The sounds of the two of you moaning and groaning filled the night air and bounced off the walls of your shared room. The room felt hot, your body sweating so much already and the heat of his own radiating off and onto you. You dug your fingernails into his back, your legs wrapping around his waist to deepen his thrusts.

Loki intertwined your fingers with his as he leaned down to share another kiss with you, but it was rather sloppy this time. You both exchanged moans into each others mouths and you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue danced with yours, your mouths moving together like it was the end of the world.

His hands passed from yours to the back of your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders.

Lokis pace increased, almost all of his long length being thrusted into your saturated core. Your moans turned into screams and cries of pleasure. The sensation of his shaft pounding into you was like being hit with an intense wave of bliss, it completely left you breathless. His hand momentarily removed from your leg and covered your mouth, muffling your screams of delight. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, getting the feeling he was moving closer to your sweet spot.

“ Darling, “ You could hear Loki’s guttural voice whispering in your ear. “ Look up. “

Your eyes fluttered open, only to be met with your own reflection through a mirror staring back at you from the ceiling.

“ Watch yourself, y/n. watch yourself as I breed you in your pitiful state. “ He said, releasing his hand from your mouth with strings of your saliva detaching from your lips to his skin.

You felt like your body was on fire. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open, your head cranking back as your body moved back and forth with his merciless thrusts. The man was driving you crazy, the smell of your heated moment filling the air around you and the wet sounds of his shaft hitting the deepest part of you echoing in the room. His hand roughly grabbed your neck, forcing your eyes to open again.

“ Take it, my love. Take every last inch of my cock and every drip of my hot seed. “ He whispered huskily, his eyes never leaving yours. He drove his hips back before making one swift move forward and slamming all of himself into you, hitting your sweet spot in the process and making you scream louder than before. Your fingers gripped onto the sheets beneath you, slowly coming undone all over the sheets and his length ( which was still buried deep into you ) Your body was quivering, your hips and legs jerking as the warm liquid seeped out of you.

“ ride it out, darling. “ he spoke sweetly, removing his hand from your neck and then your legs from his shoulders so you could have control over your own pace. Weakly, you rolled your hips forward against as your orgasm soon came to an end. You felt shocks of pleasure continuing to overtake your body as you attempted to ride out your high. Unfortunately your body felt too weak.

“ nevermind that. “ Loki said with the click of his tongue, pulling out of you and then laying on his side next to you. You whimpered, your eyes opening to see the mirror still on the ceiling. You certainly had made a mess in the sheets.

“ Come here, darling. Allow me to help you. “ he cooed, watching you crawl into his arms like a sad dog. He kissed your temple tenderly and clenched your thigh, widening your legs so he could burry himself into you once again. He needed to finish off, it had been his mission all day long. Even when he was out with his brother, all he could think about was getting between your legs and breeding you so you could bury his child. It was something he had always desired, but today he needed it bad and he certainly go it.

You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, letting his shaft to get deeper into like he had you before. Then, he started thrusting again. In and out, in and out. A little kiss here and a little kiss there every now and then. In, out. Your whimpers and cries continued, only letting out smalls moans every here and there but you ached and burned.

Loki promised himself he would be gentle with you for this part and continue to be in this same passionate position, but he was so so close. He just couldn’t control himself from rolling you on your back again and ramming into you like a hungry beast. Your chest heaved up and down as moans escaped your breathless throat, groans and small moans escaped his. Your fingers tangled in his inky curls, his length hitting your sweet spot repeatedly again—a lot more faster than you would have thought. You began screaming again and he helplessly moaned as he finally reached his peak. His hot semen shot into your stretched wet cunt, his breathing ragged as he gripped the sheets and his face buried in your neck. He gave your sweaty skin a soft peck before sitting upright and pulling out, though quickly noticing he was spilling out.

“ oops, don’t want any of this to be wasted, eh? “ Loki chuckled, holding his shaft in his palm to direct the white liquid back into your hole. You reached out your hand to touch his shift cheek.

“ I love you, Loki. “ you spoke hoarsely, still trying to catch your breath. He smiled and took your hand in his, giving your nuckles a kiss.

“ I love you too, darling. “

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so I finished this reallly late at night and just decided to wing it, so sorry if it’s bad and there’s typos and some stuff doesn’t make sense. I don’t really feel like going back and fixing it!!!

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2023-12-31

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Jotun!Loki stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

❆ Ice Flower by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Jötunheim, home of the Frost Giants; where King Loki Laufeyson and his Queen Y/N Odinsdottir sit upon the throne and rule over the snowy realm. Together with their twin sons Áki and Váli, they live inside the royal palace."

❆ Snowflake￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by christinebloodwrittings • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Thor has to pay a visit to his bff the prince of Jötunheim, Jane tags along and… drags you with her…, little did you know who you were going to meet."

❆ Cold Hands by sinner-as-saint • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "...you've always hated the cocky, excessively flirty future King of Jotunheim. So when he shows up, as always, for one of Thor's parties on Asgard, the last thing you expected to do was hooking up with the arrogant Prince. "

❆ Fashion Changes by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Loki and you have been fighting the cold together for a while, but sometimes the outside whispers can get caught up in his head.

❆ Frosty Fancy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕

Summary: "Loki wasn’t sure what it was about her that made him want to spend more and more time in Asgard but he wanted to find out."

❆ Little Star￨Prt. II by dyns33 • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

❆ Lucky by fanficshiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Arranged marriage between Jotun Loki and a Princess. Their wedding night.

❆ Now and Forever by christinebloodwrittings • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: After giving birth you're just not the same anymore, specially after Jötun twins. So you offer Loki a night without compromise.

❆ Prince and the Servant, the by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Jötunheim, after acquiring human servants from Midgard, falls in love with you, a Midgardian women. However, a prophecy…

❆ Worthy by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♡ •

Summary: Being in love isn't easy, especially when your beloved lives and rules a frozen rock on another realm.

❆ After the After Party by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Pride and Joy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

❆ Protective by starks-hero • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Shivers by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Size Queen by bakugousaysdie • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Sweet Little Thing by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Dating Jötun!Loki... by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Dating Frost Giant Loki... by witchthewriter • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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Authors: @bakugousaysdie || @christinebloodwrittings || @clandestineloki || @dyns33 || @fanficshiddles || @holdmytesseract || @ladyfluff || @sinner-as-saint || @starks-hero || @witchthewriter ||

[tarisilmarwen]

Sabezra Week 2024, Day 7 - Someone Else's POV

I've been running through the jungle I've been running with the wolves To get to you, to get to you I've been down the darkest alleys Saw the dark side of the moon To get to you, to get to you I've looked for love in every stranger Took too much to ease the anger All for you, yeah, all for you

-"Wolves" by Selena Gomez

@sabezraweek

SO I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE MENTIONED IT BUT THE FINALE OF REBELS GIVES ME SERIOUS THOR/JANE VIBES.

Seriously. The hero making a sacrifice he knows will likely mean he'll never see the beloved again, the heroine patiently waiting, looking up towards the sky, "She searches for you."?!???

Tell me I'm not the only one who sees it.

Probably the most ambitious work I did this year, but I had been planning on this particular art forever so now was as good a time as any to kick my butt into doing it lol.

Thanks for tuning in to Sabezra Week with me guys! I had a great time.

[samieree]

Jealous Heimdall x Reader (Request)

I'm sorry you had to wait so long 😣🙈 But I hope that you're gonna like it! 💗

Request: Can you do a smut one where heimdall gets jealous and decides to breed you?

!MATURE CONTENT! !MINORS DNI!

“Who was it?”

You had barely time to sit back in the armchair after a hard, busy day, when Heimdall came into the room with a clear grudge in his voice. You sighed heavily, turning in your chair to look at him.

“You mean the nice boy who gave me a seat in the mead hall, or the one who went to refill my tea?”

“I didn't know about the second one, but now I know, thanks.” You rolled your eyes. There, before you stood Heimdall, with his usual envy. It doesn't matter that you're married, he acts the same as when you weren't even together. “So?” He moved closer and leaned over you. “Who was it?”

“How do I know? I don't ask the name of every person who looks at me.” You shrugged, resting your head against the back of the chair and closing your eyes. But not for long.

“You should.” You opened your eyes as you felt him tap you on the shoulder.

“Why? So you can stalk them later?”

You already knew how it would end. Once one of the dwarves made you sad, and not even on purpose, later it turned out that you misunderstood his words... But it was enough that you felt sad for a moment, a few tears fell, soaked into your beloved's shirt, and that he knew exactly by whom you felt like that...

Now the dwarves don’t speak to you anymore, except honorifics. You didn't know what he did or said to them, but something that shut them up forever.

A similar situation happened with a certain Asgardian. He accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your coat in the mud. You didn't make a big deal out of it because all you had to do was wash it. You even refused that boy when he offered to wash it himself. You were surprised when you put your coat away for a while at home to take care of it later, and when you came back, it was gone. And the next day that boy knocked on your door, clearly very stressed, and handed you a cleaned coat.

Okay, this is where Heimdall might have gotten a little nervous because the coat was a gift from him, but come on, it was just a mud stain.

“I'm not stalking anyone.” You raised an eyebrow, looking at him carefully. His expression remained the same, questioning. He was still waiting for you to give him a name.

“Dwarves don't talk to me anymore. Only with Thor and Baldur I can talk freely, although it happens that you peek from the side anyway. Yes, I have eyes and I can see it.” He wasn't too surprised that you knew he was following you from time to time. But only sometimes! At least that's what he says. “And I have enough of your jealousy.”

“I'm not jealous!” He stopped leaning over you. He straightened up completely, folded his arms over his chest, and his face was filled with the typical expression of an 'offended' boy.

You had to fight with yourself not to laugh at your husband's attitude. He was a master at playing a pissed-off  teenager. In fact, he played this role brilliantly throughout his whole life.

“Then how do you explain?” You asked with a slight smile on your face. The situation was slowly starting to amuse you, not to annoy you.

“I just…” He paused. He didn't know how else to explain it. He was silent for a few moments, looking at you out of the corner of his eye before continuing. “I don't like to see anyone thinking they can get close to you. Too close.”

“So you're jealous.” You replied, barely holding back a laugh, which he noticed.

Suddenly he leaned over you again, but this time your faces were very close and he was studying you intensely. His purple eyes stared into yours and you immediately stopped laughing, now you just stared at each other and you wondered what he had come up with.

“Maybe I should make it clear to everyone that you're mine?” You felt a blush spread across your face as you heard those words. Spoken softly, in a gentle tone, coupled with the touch of a hand on your thigh. “Would you like this…?” His lips brushed yours, clearly teasing you. “Walking around with my baby in your belly so everyone knows they have no chance…?” He placed his free hand under your chin and lifted it up slightly, kissing you.

You didn't have to answer with words, just returned the kiss, deepening it.

Would you like to have a child with him? You never thought much about it, because neither of you brought up the subject. But the child, being part of you and part of him... Maybe even with his shining eyes... You'd like to see that. You would like to see how he holds your child in his arms, how he braids its hair when it grows up a bit...

You let yourself be lifted from the chair and moved to the bed for comfort. You felt his hands at the bottom of your shirt, lifting the clothes up and finally over your head and landing somewhere on the floor. You felt warm kisses on your lips and elsewhere on your face as he quickly stripped you of your clothes.

He was thrilled by the thought that you wanted to have a child with him. He was thrilled with every kiss you gave back. He was excited by every touch he felt, first through his clothes and then on his bare skin. No matter how many times your hands are on his body, he enjoys it just as much each time.

He loves kissing your perfect lips, being naked in bed with you, watching and feeling your body respond to his touch. He loves to hear the moans that escape your mouth as he kisses and licks your breasts as he does now.

Teasing you is one of his favourite pastimes, as he often waits for the moment when you start asking him for more so he can finally touch you where you want it most.

On the other hand, he struggles with himself, feeling your hands in his hair or nails digging into his arms or back.

“That's what you want?” He whispered the question in your ear, playing at your entrance.

You nodded, moving your hips, wanting to touch him harder, to feel him against your womanhood. You waited for a while, hoping that he would take pity on you. But no, you had to say it. Beg him.

“Please…” You moaned underneath him, turning to his face by your ear and kissing him. You had to wait a while for the answer, when you were kissing deeply, with tongues. 

“How could I refuse such a beautiful woman who needs my help?” You finally felt it. You felt him inside you and a shiver ran through your body.

It was a wonderful feeling of the perfectly fitting bodies. When your movements synchronized, when each thrust released a moan of pleasure. Every moment that passed in this state was filled with pleasure and completely unique. Every kiss, every touch, every single element that made up the whole was significant and pleasant.

When you both felt that you were close to the end and it was getting harder and harder to endure, but at the same time there was even more motivation to see it through. The movements were faster and stronger, the breaths shorter and shallower, until all the tension gathering in the bodies found a way out, flooding you with a wave of pleasure.

Breathing heavily, Heimdall rolled onto his side, one arm behind his head.

“You scratched me again.” He said as he caught his breath, looking at you meaningfully.

“Your clothes cover your entire back, so I don't see any problem.” You replied with a slight smile, moving closer to him and resting your head on his chest. You closed your eyes, remembering the fresh moments you had with him.

“You don't think it's over, do you?” He put his finger under your chin to make you look at him. “I won't stop until I'm sure you're carrying my child.”

Oh, you had no doubts about that.

~Author's note~

I don't know what to think about all those smuts I have written 🙈 I feel like I'm still not brave enough to use strong words 🤷‍♂️ But what do you think?

-> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

@izzy-star1223 It was for you If I remember correctly 💖

[symphonyofsilence]

I hate it when a character fucks up so royally that everyone else pays for it, and then neither the character, the narrative, nor anyone else addresses it and nobody blames the said character for it. And the consequences of that action NEVER touch the character responsible for it.

And they took this a step further with Sylvie. SHE blamed Loki?! And Loki apologised to HER?! Why?! What did Loki do? did I miss something?! And then LOKI was the one who kept trying to fix the mess she made and she still had the gall to not look the least bit apologetic or even point out that she was the one who made this mess and instead fought with Loki and blamed him and didn't even do anything to help?!

And she argued that she gave people free choice. Like... my girl... you destroyed people's reality... I guess given the choice people prefer their realities to not be destroyed... preferably. Since that kinda overrides all their other choices.

Sorry, good for you if you like her but imo this is awful character writing.

And talking about Loki cleaning after Sylvie's mess....yeah. no. That's not Loki. Loki is the god of mischief! He doesn't have a side, he doesn't do things because it's the right, honorable thing to do, he switches sides, he plays games, and he's mischievous because he's the god of mischief!

That's the same problem I had with that Wednesday show. 'Cause the very premise of these series is ooc. And they're supposed to be about those beloved characters. Loki is selfish he wouldn't try to be a hero with no prompting (like Thor's life or Asgardian's lives especially being on the line). Wednesday is also selfish and wouldn't try to save the world and wouldn't care about it being in danger plus the thing about Wednesday and the whole Addams family is that the opposite of what people consider bad is good for them and what people consider good is bad for them. Monsters, Destruction, bringing destruction, and being a bad omen are all good things to them.

And that's why they work so great as side characters. 'Cause Loki plays games, is charming & funny, and comically selfish until right where it matters and that's where he sweeps in to save the day and the surge of excitement and love and affection you get in those moments is exactly because you didn't know he would do it! he's established as a selfish character who you don't expect to help but right in the moment of need, he does! If you turn him into an honorable hero who just wants to do the right thing & save everyone insistently & is not very mischievous he loses the charm. And he's not the god of mischief. (And no, showing him a video clip of his previous life and changing him forever so you can do what you want to do for the rest of the series with "changed" Loki who is now a hero is super lame)

I was thinking then how do you write a series with the interesting selfish side character as a main role that doesn't involve them being a selfless hero? Until it occurred to me...the myth the legend the best of the best. Emperor's new groove.

[plscallmeeren]

H A P P Y A N N I V E R S A R Y

Loki Laufeyson / Odinson x Reader

Request: None I just had this lying around from ages ago

Summary: Loki is thoroughly fed up with his birth family and comes to you (his witchy spouse) for comfort

Warnings: none

Word Count: 900+

You shuffled around the kitchen, deep in thought, unaware that you were humming a soft tune. You hung yet another bunch of thyme to one of the hooks by the window to dry, taking in its scent for a moment.

Today had been a day of tireless planning and you found comfort in the familiar cooking up of a magical brew.

It was nearing Loki and your fifth anniversary and while he might as well have forgotten, (he had a mysterious principle concerning 'anniversaries are no more special than any other night of courtship',) you were determined to make it your best one yet.

The two of you were both quite the romantics and appreciated the quality in one another greatly, although your shared evenings often had to be spent hidden from prying eyes. You were not the kind of witch Freya was, and as supportive as your husband's mother was of your marriage, Odin - and with him the entire kingdom, apparently - was not.

Therefore, it had been a significant struggle to shape plans that for once didn't take place in an abandoned field or a faraway forest - not that those wouldn't forever be your favourite nights.

But you had a plan now that ought to work. A stunning golden ring, a homemade dinner, a fancy bar with trusted workers, a ballroom reserved just for the two of you with a magical source of music... Yes, it would do just fine.

Tearing you from your thoughts you heard rapid knocking that you assumed stemmed from Loki. Not many even knew the whereabouts of your expertly hidden cottage.

Quickly drying off your hands, you hurried to the door, soothingly calling out: "I'm coming, love. Just a moment."

You fingered the unusual door handle for a few moments before the door swung open, but your cheery smile was met with a menacing scowl.

"What's wrong, my beloved?" you spoke softly, closing the door behind him and then taking his face in your hands. "What has that damned father of yours dared this time?"

A moment's silence, in which he led you to the kitchen, slumping into a chair so that you sat across from him.

"I can't believe him!" he said suddenly, taking you momentarily off guard. "And Thor could have stood up for me, too, you know. But he's just a bloody oath, isn't he? Couldn't say a word against his father. Not until he has the crown, at least."

You laid a gentle hand on his knee, tilting your head so that he might continue.

"It's... That- That man spent minutes listing all the reasons I couldn't have claimed the throne even if my brother couldn't take it before me. I wasn't even speaking of it! I get the feeling he brings it up as often as possible just so that he can humiliate me concerning that topic again and again.

'He said- Oh, so, you see, apparently I'm incompetent, weak, do not know the line where negotiation must end so that war can ensue... and much more, of course. And to top it all off, he said I was unfit for the throne simply because at times I may think and be as a woman might. What reason is that? As if my mother couldn't rule infinitely better than him, not to mention you, or even Sif. He has no right!"

You could see the tears collecting in Loki's eyes so you stood to firmly wrap your arms around him.

"It's not right," he murmured against the fabric of your shirt.

"No, my love, it's not." You glanced back at the kitchen, quickly rethinking your plans. "Let's stay in tonight. I made dinner."

You couldn't completely dispel the tinge of disappointment you felt from all the work that had flourished into planning, but it didn't matter. Whatever he needed.

"Thank you," he said absently, staring through the window. "Do you agree? Is Thor truly that much better? Would you rather have taken-"

You cut him off before he could finish: "No, of course not. I love Thor like my own brother, but he is not clever or witty or handsome like you... neither can he recite poetry or negotiate with a wild bandit as well as he could defeat them. That's all you, darling."

He stared up at you from where he sat, still teary-eyed and nearly awe-struck. "Thank you," he said again, but this time it was barely a whisper.

"I need you to understand that for any fault you may have, I would take you over any other in this world or the next. Do you? Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"And even if you were not fit to be king, which I do not believe, you would be a better one than your father, and you will find yourself talented enough to do anything you set your mind on. All of it."

His hand reached up, cupping your jaw as he smiled, pulling you down gently so that your lips brushed against one another.

"Happy anniversary, love," he breathed.

"Thank you," you answered.

[queen-of-meows]

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5- Hell Frozen Rain

“Good afternoon. You know why you are here today ?” he asked to the Variant, but he was met with stubborn silence. “First of all, I want to remind you it's pefectly okay if you want to stop the session at anytime. You have seen several Analysts before and I know none of them has made any significant progress with you. But that's okay, I am a patient man. The goal of this session is to reconstitute the series of event that led you to your current situation and to help you to reintegrate a timeline that fits your need. Are you ready ? Where do you want to start ? Okay. Giving the particular nature of this case, the TVA doesn't have any footage that could be useful for this session. I hope you are aware this is not an interrogation, right ? Despite anything you might have convinced yourself of, you didn't do anything wrong. Nothing of what happened this night was your fault.” Mobius M Mobius had been the most professional Analyst his whole life, but something troubled him about this new case he had been asigned to. Why does he feel so much compassion for this Variant, and most important, what horrible, unspeakable thing happened to the woman named Sylvie Laufeydottir ?

I am not entirly satisfied with this on and I was thinking about rewriting it one day, but I think it's still worth mentioning it. It's a pretty short psychological thriller I wrote for Halloween a few years ago, based on my favourite Silent Hill game, Shattered Memories.

4- When she sings, she sings come home

Ghosts crave to go home. They live between the walls, in the interstices that separate one second to the next, in the limbo between sleep and wake. Home is forever out of reach to them, a when that can never become a there. Loki has spent a long time fighting against the TVA and Kang, and he'd like to finally return to Asgard, or whatever is left of it. He knows it won't be easy, but he wants to try anyway.

An undertermined time after the end of the series, Loki goes to New Asgard to visit Thor, but instead he finds Sif and the two of them catch up on the last decades.

Bittersweet reunion, past Sifki implied, mentions of Sylki and Thor/Sif.

3-Heart asks pleasure first

Ravonna was gone from the TVA, but the TVA had never really let Ravonna go. Only Mobius could understand. Using of patience and empathy, the former TVA analyst does his best to reach his oldest friend, and hopefully show her there is more to hope than there is to fear.

During a mission on Sakaar, Loki and Mobius ran into Ravonna Renslayer. They rescue (kidnap ?) her and take her to New Asgard. This story explore what happens during the following days. It's mostly long dialogues between Mobius and Ravonna about order, chaos and what we chose to fight for.

2- A warm bowl of soup

Mobius is going to leave the TVA for good to join Loki in New Asgard. In the Void, he asks Lady Loki to teach him how to make a good soup. But the reciepe of the butternut squash soup is not the only mystery he hopes to unveil.

This one-shot explores the relationship between Mobius and my beloved Lady Loki OC as she teaches him how to make butternut squash soup and opens up about her backstory.

1- The Little Bard's Tale

Dear reader (you are probably me in the future, so hi future me !), I found a blank journal and a pen today. I thought I might take them and write something. I don't really know what to write, or if I can write anything that will be worth reading one day. My name is Loki. For a long, long time I thought I'd never hear anyone call my name again, but I was wrong. I was very, very wrong, because there are a lot of other poeple called Loki in this place. And there's Sylvie who was also named Loki a long time ago. This story is not about the war raging on all across the Multiverse, or the brave heroes fighting for peace. In the Void, the war seems far away, but it doesn't mean we don't care. One day Mr Mobius came here with a lost girl named Rebecca. She is very important for the Council of Kangs and she's even more important for me. This is our story, as told by your favourite storyteller !

Okay, shameless promotion for the Little Bard's Tale because it's the story I have been focusing on in 2024 and it's probably the most personal thing I have written for a while. This is a story about finding joy and a purpose in life even when you don't exactly fit in.

The Little Bard has become like a companion in my daily adventures ☺️.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

You Get Me Closer To God (SinsDC)

You Get Me Closer To God:

Thor x POC!Reader “Nyx”

Summary:

Fairytales teach us. One should not tempt a god.

Warnings:

18+ Only MDNI, Smut, PWP, Primal Play, Unprotected Sex, Biting, Cum Marking, Domination, Mild Violence, Mild Blood Play.

Notes:

The music set to this session is “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. Give it a listen to get into the mood. Happy Reading Heathens  😈

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

You enter the dimly lit room. Senses on high alert. It's too quiet.

As the door softly closes behind you a blade is suddenly pressed to your throat. A husky baritone whispering in your ear.

“Not even a spike in your pulse. You may be worthy yet.”

“Is it I who has to deem themselves worthy or the god who is too cocky in his abilities?”

With a twist you grab Thor's wrist. Pulling down and away as you pinch a pressure point, releasing the dagger into your palm. Spinning on your heel you notch the tip of the blade to his Adam's apple.

“Playing dirty tonight I see.” You taunt.

“We agreed to no powers. My battle prowess is well within our limits.”

“I find it flattering you felt the need to cheat to try and best me.”

“I was unaware that foreplay was cheating.”

“You have yet to draw blood. So foreplay this is not.”

He maintains eye contact with you as he teases a meaty hand up your thigh. Quickly grabbing your own beloved dagger from its hidden sheath with his nimble fingers. Trailing it up your abdomen. Uncaring of his own precarious situation, he teases the onyx color blade along your cleavage. With a mischievous smile to rival his brother he nicks your soft skin.

A rivulet of crimson seeps from the fresh wound.

“What was that about drawing blood?”

Your response is to return the favor by giving him a nick along the right side of his throat. Leaning forward, you catch the errant claret fluid making its way to his chest. Pulling back, Thor captures your jaw with his free hand and raises your chin. Making you meet him halfway as he ravages your mouth with his own.

The kiss is intense as he sucks your tongue. Growling at the taste of copper from his blood still fresh upon it. He releases your chin. Your dagger still held tight in his other. In the blink of an eye your dress is merely ribbons. Leaving you in only your bra and garter belt.

He tosses both daggers aside and lifts you into his arms. Carrying you across the room and tossing you onto the bed. As you try to reorient yourself he grabs a glass goblet off of the nightstand filled with dark red wine.

“Stay right there and arch your back for me.”

You do as you are commanded. I cold chill creeps up your spine as Thor begins to drizzle the wine along your skin. Bending down to savor it with his tongue. It’s messy and sexy all at once.

“You make me ravenous. They way you command a crowd. The power that exudes off of you is intoxicating. From the first moment you challenged me, I knew I would be forever changed.” He grabs your ass. Raising it higher in the air.

“Tonight I plan to return the favor by marking you as mine.”

You wiggling your ass in a taunting manner.

“Then quit your yapping and get to it already before I perish from boredom.”

“You’ll pay for that.”

“Promise?”

Having worn basically just a loin cloth, Thor had thought this plan through thoroughly. Shifting the cloth to the side, he releases his own personal hammer and pushes his blessed girth inside you in one thrust of his hips.

“A guarantee.” He grunts.

You let out a whine. Taken off guard by the sudden intrusion.

He leans forward. Grabbing a fistful of your hair and pressing you further into the mattress. The soft sting distracting you from Thor pulling his hips back until he slams back inside you.

You have no time to catch your breath, let alone think, as he conquers your cunt like a new land he is looking to acquire. You're trapped beneath him as sets out to make his claim. His forehead pressed to your spine as he nips and bites at your flesh.

Your hand latches on to the wrist he is using to hold himself up. Your nails decorating his tan flesh in half moon indents and deep scratches as you leave a mark all your own. 

He is rutting into you with the will of a predator. Devouring you whole and leaving no crumbs. Your brain is blank. Devoid of all coherent thought as you give in to your baser needs. Arching your back further so that he may sink into you deeper.

The grunts, growls and gravelly whispered praise he speaks are like a drug. Addicting as they flood your system with serotonin. Taking you higher and higher until with a choked scream, you fall apart. An amalgam of adrenaline, oxytocin and dopamine shooting through your bloodstream like lightning dancing across a stormy sky.

A roar like thunder rings out. Ricocheting of the walls as they shake with its magnitude. Testing the limits of the club's soundproofing.

“As much as I crave to rend as many cosmic orgasms out of you as possible.” Thor grits out as your walls continue to convulse around him. 

“Leaving you a mess. Ruined for all others.” He grips your hips and pushes in deeper until his tip kisses your cervix. 

“That wouldn’t be kind to Banner or Barnes. Both who are in need of your kind of magic more than I.” 

He swivels his hips and pulls back until only his tip remains. Leaning down, he rains kisses across your back and spine. He stops with his mouth perched at the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet.

“So I will have to leave you something to remember me by. Body and soul.” 

He growls the last part. Slamming back inside you, just before sinking his teeth into your flesh. Sending a shock of pleasurable pain straight to your core. Your walls squeeze and dance along his shaft in a rhythm all their own. Reducing the demigod to a gravely whimpering mess as his seed decorates your insides.

As you collapse into a puddle on the bed below you. Thors gently pulls out. Fighting against your greedy cunt as she refuses to let him go. A trail of his milky white seed, leaking for your well loved hole.

With a gentleness, he is not known for, Thor dips his middle fingers back inside you. Coating them in your mixed essence to his satisfaction, he places them at the base of your spine. He draws a symbol you can’t easily decipher from feeling alone. As he finishes, a heat can be felt and a blue glow that matches his magic sparks for a moment.

“There. My formal claim is set. I hope I have not misstepped.” He turns you over. “It is simple to remove if I have to. It’s not visible to anyone other than you and me. Well, except maybe my brother. But he can see all magic.”

“Thor.” You place your hand in his. “You're rambling. It’s fine. I actually kind of like the secret claim. Will it hinder my work or being with the others?”

“No.” He smiles. “It is just simply a bond shared between you and I. I’m not the monogamous sort. So you have no worries there.”

“Perfect. It’ll be our little secret.” You smile back. “Now, my legs are still tingly, so would you be so kind as to carry me to the bath so I may freshen up for Bruce. I’m not sure how the big guy would take me reeking of you.”

“It would be my pleasure.” He scoops you up in his arms and walks into the en suite. He proceeds to start a bath with one hand as he holds you close. As the tub fills, he removes your bra, garter and stockings. Once the water is at a level he is comfortable with, he unties the fabric around his hips. Letting it drop to the floor. 

He lifts you back into his arms and wraps your legs around him as he steps into the tub. Turning off the faucet and leaning back in the water with you laid across his chest.

“You get some rest and I’ll clean you up. Don’t worry I’ll make sure you are ready for Banner in time.”

With a kiss placed to your forehead you sink deeper into his warmth as he provides you with the sweet aftercare you’re craving. Allowing your mind a moment of stillness.

[galaxythreads]

I do feel very irritated with the ending of season 2 to be honest. like understand, just because it wasn't bad doesn't mean it's my beloved. I liked a lot of it, but there are parts that just rubbed me the wrong way, like:

Feeling the "Where is John Watson in Sherlock's Mind Palace thing". Where it's like, why didn't Loki talk to Thor, or Frigga, or anyone about the timeline problem?

Loki being alone on a throne, sitting there forever, a - completely stops MCU the Kang saga unless someone shoves him off the throne, and b - is one of the most depressing endings I have seen in a marvel project to date. Loki is terrified of being alone and now he is. permanently. forever. He doesn't get to live out a life on the timeline, he has to sit there, and listen to his friends move on and live their lives and then die. Like to me this feels like Loki being tied up by the snake and then left with a pool of acid to drip on his face forever. Like it's more of a punishment. Yes, I understand that narratively it had to end this way but I'm still :(

Loki's shoes. I can't. I know it's minor but WHY IS HE WEARING SLIPPERS?

No one making any effort to find him or go sit at the end of time with him. No one cares??

Ravonna just randomly dying at the end by what I presume is Aloith. Okay. Thanks for giving us a conclusive end to her story! :)

We do not know what Sylvie's nexus event is and now we never will

We spent so much time worldbuilding the TVA and then it's pointless. We don't know if they consented to being agents, we don't know how their minds were mass wiped, we don't know what's up with the pie. Why do they have an entire room of pie? That's so weird. The pie clearly meant SOMETHING

So many people in the TVA died for nothing. Brad's team is dead and it didn't DO anything.

I STILL FEEL CONFUSED ABOUT WHY THEY WERE TRYING TO SAVE THE LOOM BECAUSE WHY DID THEY THINK THEY NEEDED IT? DID NO ONE THINK ABOUT WHY IT WAS THERE? No one gave an explanation for why the TVA though it was there and i'm aflksjdlsf

Loki's time slipping started because of kang..........?????????????? how????????????????????????

sylvie's entire character has been muddled down to kang killer and that makes me sad. she had so much more to tell and they just didn't know what to DO with her in season 2.

WHY was the scene with Ravonna and HWR recording there? It didn't mean ANYTHING

I just. I don't know. There's more but I'm tired and can't think of it. I'm just. Irritated. Like I enjoyed this season a lot more than season 1, I genuinely had fun and I am actually sad it's over rather than relieved, but the finale was just bleh to me.

[spider-spirit-god-whatever-bitch]

Hey gamers, tis I (@Zombies-Sold-Cheap) so. I wish to be cringe and free right. But like I also don't want my mutuals to block me forever for posting the same imbecile for the millionth time <3 I hate mcu loki so much <3 <3 so they have been banished to a side blog of their own

This DOES NOT apply to any other interpretation/version of Loki, they all stay on main because they're cool like that

And yeagh the username is based on Anna Birgitta Rooth's theory which is badass af and therefore gets to be my username. I have not read her stuff but like I'm aware of it 👍👍👍👍

ANYWAYS classification tags

#//crushing that child under my boot - Kid Loki (journey into mystery)

#//overcomplicated autism creature - Thor & Loki: double trouble Loki

#//htdg. Odinson- sacred timeline Loki

#//yggdrasil's specialest they - TVA Loki

#//the 80s if they slayed - Sylvie from hit tv show loki tv show

#//hashtag electionspo - president loki

#//norse Odysseus - Loki (2010) Loki

#//Laevatein but marvel - house of Harkness Loki

#//new gjallarhorn who dis - any clearly marvel Loki but who I don't recognize

#//sayings of Har - my original posts

#//Thrym's waifu - THOR MENTIONED RAAAGH 💥💥💥💥🔨🔨🔨🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🐐🐐🔥💥🔥🔨🔨💥🔥🔨🔥🔨🔨🔨🔨🔥💥💥🔥🔨🔥🔨🔥💥🔥🔨🔨

#//soup bowl - SIGYN MENTIONED RAAAAGH 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🥣🥣🥣🥣🥣🥣🥣🥣🥣🥣

#//Huginn - liveblog tag

#//mackerel - tagged by beloved mutual mackmp3 dot tumblr dot com

[daisybell17]

Fourth if July — Loki [song fic] {PART 2}

(warning: death‼️)

Well you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry?

Loki sat alone in your previously shared chambers once your funeral had commenced. Frigga had convinced Odin to allow you a “royal like” funeral as you were Loki’s beloved now gone.

Although it was a beautiful service in the eyes of the royal family and of the people of Asgard, Loki hated it. He hated every single moment of it…why did they always say funerals were a beautiful way to honor life?! You were gone. He accepted celebrating your life, but to call this moment beautiful?!

What a pathetic description. He wanted you alive. Forever. With him no matter what…even in death, if it were possible for you to enter Valhalla.

Breaking into tears and rage, Loki had cried cor hours on end, missing you, his beloved, his darling girl…

His best girl.

As the days grew closer to your final send off, Thor had tried reasoning with Loki to see you one last time…but he couldn’t even get words out, nothing left the God of Mischief’s mouth…he was silent, scarily silent, crying in bed, clutching a pillow and reading the first love letter you had sent him years ago, over…and over…and over

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July?

Soon his quiet cries turned into bright rage, lashing out at everything and everyone.

Constantly screaming and arguing with people, especially his All-Father Odin who had deemed his behaviour to be punishable.

Frigga had to kick some sense into him, reminding that this is not what you would have wanted or expected out of Loki once you passed…You’re gone forever, and nothing can change that fact.

“Mother you don’t understand, even when we enter Valhalla, she won’t be there…what even is the point of my existence?”

“Loki my boy, she was an extraordinary woman…she truly was your other half…bringing the light and best out of you…my darling, have you not learned by now? have your eyes not been opened? She may be gone, gone for eternity, but that doesn’t mean your existence is meaningless…she changed you for the better my dear…do you know how much you can do for yourself? for the world? because of her love for you?” Frigga had hold her son close, comforting him in his grief

“Mother…I…I have learned so much because of her…but what now? She was this once in a lifetime enigma…that I won’t ever see again…perhaps i can beg for Odin to strip me of my immortality, but even then…our lives beyond this plane will never meet” He stayed quiet for a second, letting a realisation dawn onto him

“You know Mother…she did teach me so much…about love and life…perhaps I can continue living her word and grace through teaching others…but I don’t know…I’ll need to think about it”

If there was a lesson you indirectly taught Loki when you were still around, it would be to continue loving even in places where love is non-existent. Become that beam of life and love, and Loki took that lesson to heart.

We're all gonna die

As the weeks passed, Loki was obviously still not ok, but he brought it upon himself to finally visit your grave…

Soon enough he visited you every other day and talked to you for hours in end. He knows you can hear him from your own Valhalla, which is the topic he always brings up in the one-sided conversations

“My love, I know one day I will too pass from this realm, that’s nothing to be afraid of…it’s just the mere fact that once I do die and ascend into Valhalla for eternity, without you. Its…something I don’t think I ever will come to terms with. Death can claim me now but even in the heavens, if we aren’t together, I will spend everyday missing you…All that I hope for is that for the rest of eternity, you and me stay happy, even if we are apart…You will never leave my heart…”

“I love you…forever”

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(a/n): As requested part 2! Loki truly does love you so much :( But it seems he can slowly continue to live even if you were gone forever…i’m open to doing a part 3! love yalls!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

So I’ve used Charybdis a couple times, let’s go to Scylla!

Scylla was a fair maiden (in some myths she was human in others a nymph) and a ocean god (not Poseidon) was in love with her and pursued her. Supposedly she rejected him because he was part fish but to me it’s because she just wasn’t interested (plus in some interpretations she was a child so… yeah. But that’s not what I’m going with here)

So the ocean god goes to Circe for a way to make Scylla love him and she supposedly gives him a love potion that will make Scylla fall madly in love with him. Except Circe was also in love with this god. Now some of the myths say he laced the potion into her tub and she soaked it up others that she was tricked or forced to drink either way the potion makes it way into her body and she becomes the monster she is known as.

Charybdis is banished to where she lives, trapped on the cliff, and she adopts the kid as her own (not in the myths but more my own interpretation if she is an adult)

Now for RoR

Similar to the Charybdis ask Scylla gives up her child to Valkyries because she can’t take care of Charybdis and it tears at her heart to leave the kid behind but she has no choice. She can’t protect the kid herself

But when Ragnarok happens Brunhilde approaches her with an offer, she needs her to be a Volundr for the first Einherjar in Ragnarok, Lu Bu

Scylla with her ability to break ships with ease and the tendrils with dog heads at the end she was perfect.

Scylla sees what Brunhilde is getting at, if Humanity is killed off it is entirely possible the Valkyries will be killed since they are only half gods, and that’s would leave Charybdis alone again. She won’t allow it

Lu Bu’s weapon will still be a halberd, but it’s more detailed and carries the power of one of the greatest sea monsters ever known

(Let’s also have this take place in the same universe as the Charybdis ask)

The fight with Thor ends in a draw, but Scylla is injured enough she misses the next two fights and doesn’t know about Charybdis, who made the choice to be a Volundr

What happens when she wakes up is up to you but here is the one thing I’d like to happen, Adam and Eve take a romantic interest in Scylla after getting to know her and seeing the love she holds for Charybdis

She even calls her Bis-Bis as a nickname and Charybdis calls her mom (no one’s says that child doesn’t deserve two moms and an awesome father)

-You couldn’t help but smile, seeing how happy Charybdis was, your little Bis-Bis, as you had rescued her from the bottom of the sea.

-You were not going to let a child suffer in eternal punishment for being hungry.

-You shared a similar fate, being trapped where you dwelled, across from Charybdis, banished after you were turned into the monster everyone knows by the jealous Circe.

-You resented the gods as they were so cold and cruel, but you did not let that anger, that hate, take over, as you knew there were a few good gods in the world.

-When you rescued Charybdis, you taught her how to retake her more human looking form, showing her your own.

-You skin was scaly, like a mermaid, and your hair was thick tendrils that you could control and call upon your beloved hounds if need be, you looked so unnatural, but at the same time, so unique, so beautiful.

-When you first showed Charybdis your humanoid form she gushed, saying you were like a mermaid, which made you laugh fondly.

-You knew something big had been going on in Valhalla, but you had no idea that it was something to the degree of Ragnarok.

-You approached the leader of the Valkyries, Brunnhilde, with Charybdis, requesting that they would take care of her, and she immediately accepted.

-Charybdis hugged your legs, “Don’t leave me mama!” you smiled softly, kneeling down, brushing her tears away, “It’s not forever, I just need them to take care of you until I can do that myself, but do to that, I need to make sure we’re both going to be safe.”

-She sniffled, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand as you smiled softly, leaning forward to peck her forehead, “I’ll still be around, and I will visit as much as I can.” She nodded and you sent a nod to Brunnhilde who returned it, giving you her word that she would do her best to keep Charybdis safe.

-True to your word, you visited often, and you felt so at ease, seeing Charybdis looking much healthier, getting regular meals with plenty of snacks and treats, and she was opening up more with the valkyries.

-You were stunned when you visited, seeing that she had bonded with Hercules of all people, treating him like a big brother and you quickly relaxed, seeing their bond, knowing he would keep her safe.

-When it came time for Ragnarok, you were stunned when Brunnhilde approached you, “Scylla, I want you to fight alongside the first Einherjar. I want you to perform a Völundr with Lu Bu!”

-You were hesitant, as you knew what that meant, you were putting your own life on the line to fuse souls with a human to create a holy weapon to fight against the gods.

-However, you realized that the other valkyries would be doing the same, at the risk of their own lives, and if they fell, nobody would be here to take care of Charybdis.

-Brunnhilde flinched only lightly when you realized this, as you weren’t going to take that chance. You refused to let your daughter be alone and you instantly agreed.

-She shook your hand, giving you a fierce, determined look, “Who’s a better person to make a weapon with one of the strongest warriors in history, than the fiercest sea monster in the world?”

-You grinned at her words before you parted, going to look for Charybdis, to tell her what you were going to be doing just in case you were to lose.

-You felt like garbage as she clung to you tightly, sobbing loudly, knowing what you were going to do, not wanting to lose you.

-You stroked her hair gently, your own tears stinging your eyes before you pulled her back, your thumbs brushing her tears away as she started to hiccup.

-Brunnhilde approached, kneeling beside her, trying to help you comfort her before you stood, flexing one of your arms, “I’ll be all right Charybdis, you have seemed to have forgotten that the strait we were on had two powerful sea beasts.”

-She sniffled softly, giving you a firm nod and you turned, heading for the arena.

-The gods weren’t expecting such a fight from Lu Bu, his halberd was chipping away at Thor’s Mjolnir.

-Lu Bu could feel your arms around his neck after he took a hard hit, appearing only to him, “I will aide you, prepare your strongest attack.”

-He grinned almost ferally, gripping his halberd at the end, preparing for Sky Eater and he instantly felt a rush of energy pulse through him, your power.

-As if your aura, your true form, surrounded his halberd, the dog heads appearing, howling out loudly and when it hit, the ground around both Lu Bu and Thor was torn to shreds, enveloping the two gods in a cloud of dust.

-When the dust cleared, the two warriors were both still alive, but unconscious, stunning everyone in attendance that a human managed to get a draw with one of the strongest gods in Valhalla.

-You were pretty damaged as well, reforming into you humanoid form, unconscious but alive.

-It was three hours later when you finally stirred, in the infirmary, feeling stiff and sore, but that meant you were alive.

-“Mama!!” you sat up and were immediately hugged by Charybdis, her arms around your neck and you smiled softly, squeezing her.

-You then froze as she pulled back, seeing that she was covered in wounds, bandaged up, your eyes instantly widened, cupping her cheeks, “Bis-Bis! What happened to you?!”

-Brunnhilde knocked on the door and you looked over, seeing her there with a human male and female there, peeking in, “Forgive me Scylla, but Charybdis asked to fight as well, to protect you like you do her. She fought and won as well, but not without a few minor wounds. You were the one who got the worst of it.”

-You wanted to shout at Brunnhilde, for endangering your child, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, not when Charybdis cupped your cheeks, “You got a lotta boo-boos mama, but Big Sis Brunnhilde said you would be fine soon.”

-You relaxed as she hugged you again and you looked over at Brunnhilde, giving her a small nod, your eyes closing and she relaxed herself, seeing you forgive her.

-You noticed the two humans approach, both looked a bit curious with your unique looks as Charybdis spoke, looking over at them, “This is Adam, my new papa and Eve, my second mama! I fought with Papa against that meanie Zeus!” you were a bit surprised at her introduction to them, hearing her call them their parents, as she does you.

-You looked at Adam, “Thank you human, for keeping Charybdis safe.” Adam smiled softly, putting a hand on your daughter’s head, ruffling her hair lightly, “She kept me safe as well. We’re glad that you’re finally awake.”

-Eve was rather affectionate, sitting on the bed next to you, cupping your cheeks, a smile on her face, “Charybdis told us so much about you! You’re such a good mother!”

-You blushed only slightly at her praise, looking away which made her grin before Charybdis spoke up at you, “Mama can we live with mama and papa and all my big sisters and big brother Hercules too?”

-You giggled softly, pecking her forehead, “Once this is all over Bis-Bis, we can be one giant family!” she threw her hands up, cheering warmly and you couldn’t help but giggle as Eve mimicked her while Adam smiled at the three of you.

[anukulee]

The Mischief Filled Fox and The Mighty Lion

Thor Odinson was what everyone seemed to desire in a man, a man of tall stature standing at 6'4, his muscle was something of legends, built from years of wielding Mjolnir, hair as golden as the finest gold, his eyes as blue as the clearest ocean,  as for his face, it was as chiseled as one would expect from a god, with beard to accompany it that just seemed to work for him. His voice deep, yet seemed to boom no matter what he spoke, a feature that people would find endearing even if he was getting something wrong, at least that was from the prospective of Loki Friggason (formally Odinson). 

Loki Friggason to everyone was the forgotten son, for if Thor was the lion, fierce in nature and beloved by everyone, then Loki was the forgotten predator, much like a fox. Who hide within the shadows awaiting for the next prey, yet all along. For the lion was always expected to beat the fox, for Loki that had been a majority of his life. Thor always having everything as Loki was pushed into the shadows, forced to watch as his brother won everything he could ever desire. Thus when a foot-race had been suggested amongst the avengers, Loki had little interest in doing so, already knowning the outcome. To him it would be the same as all the rest, with the mighty lion prevailing in the end, with the fox forever left in the shadows, at so he had thought, little did he know that perhaps that this wouldn't be the same, all because of her, his cat, and his love……

From the moment that the avengers had suggested a foot-race, Loki had protested, continuing to even the day of. Foe while Thor was bouncing on the tips of his toes from excitement, Loki was less excited, his eyes already rolling at his brother's display. "Must we do this," he grumbled lacing up what the mortals called tennis shoes. To this Loki recieved several looks of annoyance, general displeasemeant, or neutrality in his direction.

"Now, now don't be a sore loser already reindeer games," Tony interjected, reaching down to pat Loki on his shoulder, despite Loki normally being far taller then Tony in stature.

"Must you call me that name, Anthony," Loki responded bitter about his nickname.

"Would you rather call you a bitter snake?"

"No."

"Then reindeer games it is, unless you would like to refered to as Snape."

"And why must I be refered to as anything?"

"For missions of course."

"And what do names have to do with missions?"

"If one of us ever get caught I would rather them know us by a code name, then our true names."

"You are merely saying that because you take delight, in my misery."

"Says you reindeer games." To this Tony recieved an eyeroll aimed in his direction, one that was very much deserved on his end. Yet before Loki could make another snarky and bitter comment, someone else injected, one that Loki was more pleased about.

"Now Tony, isn't that enough," a voice called out and the moment she opened her beautiful lips and spoke, Loki felt as if everything had stopped, for there was nobody else in the world aside from her. Words that she could've used as a shield to defend anyone and yet when she spoke they embraced him, much akin to a warm hug. Always being his defender much like a cat curling up to someone, her words feeling as gentle as one would expect a cat's tail to feel. 

"Well if it isn't, our resident reindeer tamer," Tony greeted his voice very light, in different to the seething of Loki. Loki's fist already starting to wrap against his knuckles, a mencing aura surounding the usual mischievious god.

"Say that again," Loki uttered, fist still tightly held.

Almost as if he sensed Loki's agression, Thor took to defusing the tension that was starting to cloud the air. His voice trying to remain airy despite Thor's long knowledge of his brother whenever he got like this. "I am sure Stark, was just jestering brother, right Stark." At this Thor shot Tony a look of tread careful in his direction.

"Right, it's not my fault that reindeer games here can't take a joke," Tony said almost oblivious to the tensiont that Loki was carrying either that or didn't care. For one might admit that Loki could be amusing like this, yet you could only poke the fox, so much before they bite you. 

"See, brother, Stark was joking, now how about I go see if our guests have arrived come with me, Stark."

"And miss the show?" The tone that Tony took sounded more like a child deprived of his favorite entertaiment then a grown man who ran one of the most powerful super groups. 

"I am afraid so Lady Pepper might be displeased if you don't welcome our guests," Thor said, as he tried to usher Tony in the other direction away from Loki, and his love, but not before turning to Loki one last time. "And try to treat the lady nicely brother."

"Don't I always? If I recall you were always the wild one when it came to the ladies of Asgard."

"You too have your trysts as they say."

"Perhaps." Slowly a smile began to creep upon Loki's face, Thor taking this as a chance to lead Stark elsewhere as they soon Loki and his love was alone. "So may I ask what brings you up here kitten," Loki asked casually as if his heart wasn't thumping.

"To see you who else?"

"Oh and not to see my oaf of a brother?"

"Now who is the older brother, here?"

"Still him."

"Even so you are still the older one."

"How, do you think that?"

"For all your mischief, you are far wiser when it comes to matters."

"But..."

"But nothing, don't let them get in your head."

"Why, we both know how this shall end kitten."

"Do we fox?"

"We both know that despite my brother being an oaf he always comes out the victor, much like a mighty lion."

"He will if you keep acting that way. Now chin up Loki," she said her eyes boring right into Loki's own, eyes that Loki desired to get lost in. Yet this wasn't the time, but when would he ever have the time?

"Not mischief or fox?"

"No, for now isn't the time for that."

"Then what time is it?"

"For this," she responded and before Loki could protest she had placed a delicate kiss onto Loki's cheek.

 "I.... I....," Loki stuttered as slowly, the mighty Loki once burdened with glorious face began to devolp a scarlet red, words unable to come out of his silver tongue for once. Just as Loki started to form the words, fates seemed to test as yet again something came in the way, a voice that Loki would rather not hear.

"Well it seems even the great silver tongue can shatter, much akin to that night," the voice said, at this Loki allowed another eye roll, to cross his features, for he knew that voice better then most, not even to have to look to know it belonged to Fandral. It was at moments like this that Loki was remainded of one his many mistakes and excatly why he should've never allowed himself to be seduced into Fandral even if it was just one time. For ever since that Fandral took the chance to tease Loki, and even remind him or their single sexual encounter, a memory that Loki would rather not think of. 

"Hello to you, Fandral," Loki said his voice laced with bitter venom, already not in the mood to see Fandral. Matters made worse when he seemed to take it upon himself as to place a single kiss on Kitten's hand.

"A pleasure as always, my lady. I still can't imagine how one such as Loki could be in the company of someone such as you."

A small growl might've escaped Loki's lips upon seeing this, through if anyone asked he would deny it. Through that still didn't mean Loki didn't have anything to say. "Don't you have other things to do, such as watch Thor do whatever he does?"

"Sif, Hogun, and Volstagg should be here shortly, I believe Thor was showing them around that human you call Stark's tower."

"Then why didn't you go with them?"

"They claimed my flirting was too much for them."

"So they stuck you on me."

"I thought you would be happier to see me."

"Yes, I am very much overjoyed to see you."

"Cross as always aren't you Lokes."

The moment that name slipped out of Fandral's lips, did a dagger get aimed at his direction. "Say that again, and we shall see just how pretty you are."

"Kinky as always I see,"  Fandral said clearly ignoring the danger that he was facing, at this Kitten took the chance to intervene.

"Now Loki, remember what Tony said."

"No aiming daggers at people."

"Excatly."

"But it's Fandral," Loki whinned much like a child having a toy taken from him.

"I understand the udge, but we can't keep getting complains about it. Perhaps you could pay him back for it later."

At this a smile began to spread on Loki's lips once more. "Clever as always my kitten."

"While as not as clever as one blessed with glorious purpose I do try."

"Will you never let me forget that?"

"Maybe."

"When?"

"Perhaps when I am dead."

"But who knows when that shall be," Loki teased trying not to think about that subject matter in particular. 

"Now shall we leave?" Her arm now offered out to Loki.

At this Loki quickly took the offered arm, for when would he get another chance at this. "Perhaps, we shall see what my brother is up to."

"There is my mischief," she teased as she once more placed another kiss to Loki's cheek. Once again Loki found himself for a loss of words. Slowly he began to back away, his mind running far to fast even for him. Trying to figure out why she had just done that, rather then focusing on the events around him. Somehow he had managed to make his way toward what Tony had deemed the starting line at the edge of the field surrounding the new Avenger's tower. Thor already being there, dancing on the tips of his toes, as Loki tried not to focus on his surrounding especially her. 

"Are you ready for this brother?"

"As ready as I could ever be."

"Good then appolgize if Stark might need to come and search for you in his iron suit."

"It will be you who shall need the searching brother."

"So you say."

"Now gods are you ready," Tony asked, as he interjected, causing both brothers to look at him, toy gun in his hand.

"Yes, now get on with it," Loki said in no mood for games, his mind still wondering about that kiss.

"Whatever you wish reindeer games. Ready, set," he started to say pausing for dramtic effect. "Jun." With a simple glow of his seidr another Loki appeared, as he began to run with Thor following towards it.

"Stop brother he didn't say run," he cried, only to land face first in dirt, mere inches away. At this Loki put his hand to his head, and let out a deep sigh.

"Are you never not going to fall for that?"

"You know you aren't supposed to use your seidr," Thor pointed out.

"Yes, but I do like seeing you fall."

"How cruel brother, now what would your lady say about that?"

"My lady."

"Yes, she is watching you after all," Thor pointed out and just as Loki saw her everything became a blur. As the next thing he remembered was tripping onto the ground as Thor disappeared off into the distance. Slowly did Loki's face began to become crimson once more. For not only had he fallen in front of the so-called avengers, but his love too. 

Oh how must she must think of me as an embrassement. This is what I get for trying to please someone as alluring and ravishing as her, he thought already down on himself. Yet rather then hear nothing instead Loki heard something else, as the next thing was one he yearned to hear.

"You can do it, Loki," she cried, out and only when hearing this voice did Loki start to get up. Slowly he began to jog, which turned into a run, as she kept repeating the words over and over. Almost louder each time, yet she wasn't the only one that kid they called Spiderman was also cheering alongside her, yet all Loki heard was her. As slowly he began to increase his speed, until he could no longer hear them. Perhaps he might not be able to beat Thor, but perhaps he could catch up with him. Quickly Loki ran like he never did before reminding himself of all those times that Thor had bested him, whether that be in the company of woman, contests, or even at Odin's praise. Each thought pushed Loki further and further, as he ran through the path that Tony had deemed. 

Until he was rounding his way back, yet as he got closer to the mark that Tony had deemed as the finish line, he swore he saw a familar bit of golden hair beneath a tree. It was only upon closer inspection that he saw it was Thor beneath the tree. While one might've expected Thor to sense Loki, sadly for Thor he didn't this day. Perhaps Thor had stayed up far to late or drank something that made him tired or something else, alas he didn't seem to wake as slowly Loki began to pass by him. Making his way towards the finish line, her voice still echoing in his mind. As with each time he repeated it, he was remainded just why he needed to finish this race, to see her. For perhaps those feelings that he thought was only one sided might not just be that. 

As Loki lingered closer to the finish line, his courage started to regain amongst himself, especially upon hearing her voice. Loki now on the edge of the finish line, at least until he saw a familar blur, edging closer and closer to him. Yet luckily for Loki this time, his hand just glazed the finish line just as the figure that Loki saw as Thor came into view. The moment that Loki crossed at line everything became second rate, as he felt a weight come on him. For the moment he felt her did everything truly open almost as if ever insecurity came second to her.

For the next thing he felt was her lips on his and he embraced it only speaking when they parted. "What was that for?"

"Someone had to make a move, and you weren't going to."

"So those kisses before the race," Loki asked, his brow slowly becoming quizicle, his eyes while lingering still bore into hers the best he could. For while he was more confident, not even she could rid of all his unsecurities.

"A way to encourage you," she beamed, her eyes boring into his, not even lingering down. For as long she was looking at him that was what mattered.

"Or was it to confuse me my minx?"

"So am I your minx now?"

"Perhaps you are, but whose to say," Loki said as his brow slowly rose down, his confidence slowly building up more. Trying to keep his heart from being more aflutter then it already was. Through she certainly didn't help with her next words.

"What do you suppose we do now?"

"Perhaps you could make a move."

"And what kind of move would you wish for me to make."

"And what move might that be, my dear," Loki asked, now confident enough to allow a smirk starting to creep on his face.

"You know excatly what move I mean."

"Do I?"

"Must you do this now?"

"Don't you like it when I do this?"

"I can't with you."

"Oh, but you can, so you either you can say it or I can."

"Ooh you who made me make the first move."

"That was one time, and next time you shall not be as quick."

"Won't I, because all I can tell is I am here awaiting for you to make move."

"A move you have yet to tell me."

"Never."

"Then I suppose you will have to go without my kiss," Loki said whispering the last part in particular.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me."

"Did I, or perhaps have I misheard."

"Minx."

"Always."

"Must you when we are about to do what we will be doing?"

"And what might we do?"

"Kiss," Loki said far quicker and quieter then one might expect almost as if he was a virgin when he was far from one. 

"What was that again?"

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Then how about I suggest something?"

"And what might that be?"

"I say we kiss?"

"In front of everyone?"

"Why not, besides everyone should see who you belong to."

"I belong to you now?"

"Don't you, unless I am mistaken."

"You aren't."

"Good."

"Why were you jealous, of Fandral perhaps?"

"Of him never, I just like the thought of annoying Fandral."

"My what a minx I have."

"You know you love me."

"Don't I ever you enchanting minx," Loki said with a chuckle, and through this was unexpected, more unexpected than he could've ever thought. At this, Loki thought perhaps the Mischief Fox could win against the lion if he had his own kitten. Maybe it had always been there all along, but that thought was for another time, for all that mattered to Loki was that she was now in his arms, that the mischievous fox had finally found won and found home with her.

[lady-rose-moon]

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Years after Sleipnir was taken, Loki had closed himself off from everyone around him apart from Isabella. Only she saw his grief and the growing disdain he had for the Odin family. A decade ago, Odin had announced to all of Asgard that Thor was to become their next King. That day, Loki hid away in his room and didn’t leave unless he was accompanied by Isabella. His soulmate was forever trying to find a way to get into the Royal Stables and set Sleipnir free, but he was bound to Odin, he couldn’t leave without him. News found Isabella and informed her that a giant wolf had appeared on one of the distant islands north of Asgard. Loki had elected to completely ignore any mention of his children to save himself from the heartache of going through their kidnapping again. 

Now though, Loki had become the respectable Prince that Odin wanted him to be. Cunning and manipulative, Loki had made his way up the ladder of hate. Many, like Lady Sif, hated him for personal reasons but some Aesir just hated him for his research into seiðr and other ranges of literature from different realms. Loki was okay with their opinions; they didn’t matter to him if it meant that he could remain in Odin’s good graces. Over the years, Loki had stored away all the hate for the old man deep inside him and never voiced them outside of the privacy of his own room with Isabella. 

Awakening on the day of Thor’s coronation, Loki grumbled and rolled over onto his side and wrapped an arm around Isabella’s waist. He didn’t want to get up and face Thor becoming King of Asgard when he clearly wasn’t ready. Sensing his turmoil, Isabella opened her eyes and smiled at the man in front of her. 

“Something bothering you, my prince?” Isabella mumbled, shifting her weight on the bed so she could sit up and wrap her arms around him. He settled into her embrace and kissed her head.

“Today is the day of triumph for Thor Odinson,” Loki mumbled, his hand snaking up Isabella’s back under one of the tunics she had stolen, “He is not ready, not even mother thinks he is, but Odin is so ready to give him the Throne.”

Isabella hummed in agreement and pecked his lips before slipping out of bed to go stand under the waterfall shower Loki had put in when he came back from his research trip to Vanaheim. The waterfall was freshwater and seemingly fell from nowhere at all. 

When he was alone, Loki sighed and flopped gracelessly onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he allowed himself to think. He dived into his mind and started to organise his thoughts and lock away any jealousy. He thinks about the plan, about letting some Jötnar into Asgard’s vault to distract Odin from crowning his idiot brother as King of not only Asgard but of all the Nine. It was curious, in a way, how the Jötnar had agreed to his plans so willingly and how not even Heimdall had seen what he was doing in Jötunheim.

The monsters were desperate to have their beloved Casket back and he could tell why. Their home was falling to pieces. Loki couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Frost Giants and how decimated their world was. Despite this, Odin wouldn’t take action and he doubted that he ever would. Thor wouldn’t understand either and so he would wilfully ignore their pleas or wage war on them just to shut them up. Thor was like that; he was always acting before thinking which led to many lectures by Odin and Frigga. There was this time where…

“Don’t let hatred consume you, Lohk, it isn’t a very good look on you. Frigga always says that those thoughts will corrupt you,” came a voice from by his side. He jumped up and turned to look at Isabella, her hair wet and a towel covering her body. She was the epitome of beauty, in his eyes. She had always been there for him. Always showed him that despite everyone else hating him, she would always love him. 

“Today will be the day to start Asgard’s doom, pet,” Loki grumbled as he stepped up and green shimmered around him, changing his green tunic into his ceremonial garb, golden horns gleaming as the Asgardian sun slowly emerges in the East. Noticing the attention, he was getting, he chuckled, “you’re staring, my love.”

Finally coming to her senses, Isabella giggled and snapped her fingers, her towel changing into a deep green dress that showed her loyalty to Loki over Odin, even if it was subtle. Loki stared her down, seeing the symbolism behind her colour of choice and he wrapped an arm around her waist, conjuring a tiara onto her forehead with little horns on the front. At his side, she was truly the epitome of beauty and devotion.

“You know, sweet girl, I can wear less,” Loki whispered in her ear and Isabella shivered as his deep voice rolled through her but instead of acting on her desires, she turned in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck before pecking his lips. Their kiss deepened and Loki hungered for more, his hands roaming down her body to cup her ass, causing a squeal to escape her throat and she pushed slowly away from him.

“You know we cannot, Loki, you must go speak with Prince Thor before he departs to make his grand entrance,” Isabella mumbled, her eyes dropping from his emerald eyes to his lips more than once and she bit her own lip, “as much as I hate denying you, today is a busy day for Asgard.” 

Loki hummed and his appearance darkened slightly as his mind roamed back to his plan, “you’re right again. Today will be a big day for Thor and Odin.” 

With that, he kissed her cheek and marched out of their room, his boots clacking on the golden marble flooring. Isabella watched him go with a frown, she knew something was going on with her Loki, but she had no evidence, so she stayed to herself in hopes that she was just overreacting. Loki was a good man, always so polite and concise in meeting and on their dates through Alfheim, Vanaheim and sometimes even her home planet, Midgard.

Recently, though, Isabella noticed a change in Loki, he always frowned when he thought she wasn’t looking, he was always commenting on Odin’s choices for Thor being King and on more than one occasion, he claimed that he should be King over Thor, but she knew deep down that all Loki wanted was to be accepted and equal to Thor.

As Loki walked down the golden halls as he had for centuries, he considered the lifetime he had spent in Thor’s shadow. He had never known love from Odin when Thor was there. When he was little, Loki cried for hours for his father, wanting to know why Thor was always taken away to study as a warrior or why he was being allowed behind the big golden doors that lead to a meeting chamber. He didn’t understand at all, he wanted to know why he wasn’t treating the same as Thor. He wanted to be equal to his brother, but he couldn’t be, he would’ve known Odin better if he was loved by the man. 

“Well, a glorious day it is for a coronation, wouldn’t you think brother?” he spoke as he walked up to his brother’s side and smiled the most convincing grin he could, “I’d hate for it to be raining on your big day.” 

“Loki! Brother how are you this sweet morning? Is Lady Isabella not on your arm this day?” Thor turned to his brother and clapped him on the back with a grin, “it is a joy that you are here today brother, without you I wouldn’t have made it here,” as Thor spoke, he did not notice Loki’s smile drop into a small one where he looked hopeful since it quickly disappeared when he continued, “even if it were with your silly tricks!”

Loki moved away from his brother and nodded numbly, regaining himself and groaning as he realised, he had just allowed himself to break down his barriers for a moment and he got hurt. “I would never let you die, brother, you have my sincere word.” 

“Sincere? Sincere? You?” Thor turned to look at Loki with a dropped jaw and a look of incredulity. “You, my brother, are incapable of sincerity.” 

“Am I?” Loki turned to look at Thor as he noticed a servant bring over two jugs of Asgardian mead and he smirked as he twisted his wrist, shimmers of green surrounding the cups as the servant looked down and screamed, dropping the tray to reveal snakes in the mugs rather than mead and Loki smirked to himself. 

“Loki,” Thor sighed as he looked down at the mugs on the floor and the traumatised servant, “that is such a waste of good wine.” He turned to look at his brother and saw him smiling, smiling himself when he realised Loki was merely playing.

“Oh it was just a bit of fun,”  Loki commented as he watched the servant on the floor with a smirk, twisting his wrist again and the snakes disappeared in a green glow and he looked at the servant innocently as he scrambled to his feet, “right, my friend?” Loki asked and the servant nodded before scampering off and he let out a breathy laugh before the horns sounded in the distance. He turned to Thor and smiled, “I know we’ve had our rough spots throughout the years but do not doubt that I love you, even if you do ruin your image with that bloody hammer.”

Thor laughed and held his neck at the side gently, observing his brother for the first time in a long century, “and do not doubt, Loki, that I am always here if you are struggling. I miss her too.” He watched Loki freeze and his smile fall into a grimace and he knew he said the wrong thing, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, “when I am King, you’ll understand why your children were taken.”

Loki rolled his eyes as he looked away and he patted Thor on the back before walking away and into the throne room, meeting Frigga at the door and he bowed to her before offering her his arm and when she took it, he felt relief in his heart that she chose to walk with him and not Thor. He nodded to her and started walking along the gold of the spacious throne room, stopping at the steps leading up to Odin’s throne. He bowed to Odin and Frigga dipped into a curtsy before he guided her up to where she was to stand, and he stood a step below her. 

No sooner than the moment Loki had stepped into his place had the song of Mjolnir sounded behind the crowds. They all cheered for their heir. Prince Thor was to become King. King Thor, Loki snickered as he watched his egocentric brother strut down the golden floor to Odin on the throne. Loki looked out into the crowd and easily spotted Isabella beside her sister at the front. She wasn’t cheering, she was mumbling to Serenity and laughing. He smirked slightly as he realised, she was probably talking about Thor in the way he was thinking. She was too much like him for her own good, that girl. 

Any moment now, the frost giants would be headed straight to the Casket and will successfully distract Odin. Loki watched as Odin stood from his throne when Thor knelt on the floor before him and he banged Gungnir on the ground, silencing the crowd almost immediately. 

Thor was smiling. He, of course, thought he knew what was coming. Unfortunately, he would not have his gracious day. 

“Thor…Odinson. My son, my heir, my firstborn,” Odin started, and Frigga glanced at Thor lovingly and Loki scowled subtly before schooling his features to indifference, “you stand here today before all of Asgard to proclaim yourself their King. So long entrusted with this mighty hammer, Mjolnir. Forged in the heart of a dying star, from the sacred metal of Uru. Only one may lift it. Only one is worthy. Who wields this hammer commands the lightning and the storm. Its power has no equal -- as a weapon, to destroy, or as a tool, to build. It is a fit companion for a King,” Odin chuckled breathily at the statement and Thor beamed. 

As Odin and Thor went through the vows, Loki bit his bottom lip in anticipation. They were here. He felt it and so did Odin. The look on his face spoke wonders. 

“Then I, Odin Allfather, do so name you…” Odin became distant for a moment and Loki’s heart leapt and he had to hold back the pleased grin when Odin mumbled, “frost giants…” 

Odin banged Gungnir again and Loki knew that the monsters had perished at the deadly beam of the Destroyer. When Odin started to march down to the vaults, Loki and Thor followed silently. 

When they reached the Casket, Thor looked around before turning to Odin and growling out, “they should pay for what they have done, this day.” Loki stayed silent, watching Thor now start to explode and he didn’t even need to do anything.

“They have paid, with their lives,” Odin replied, studying the condition of the Casket of Ancient Winters. Loki had never been allowed near it, nor had Thor. It was a battle prize but without it, Jötunheim would die. Odin didn’t care but Loki did, he didn’t know why but he did, “the destroyer did its job and the Casket is safe. All is well.”

“All is well?!” Thor boomed, raising Mjolnir as he took a step closer to Odin and the Casket. He really was angry and it excited Loki that his plan to prove Thor wasn’t ready was actually working! Thor rolled his eyes and continued, “They broke into the Weapons Vault! If the Frost Giants had stolen even one of these relics...”

“but they didn’t,” Odin mumbled, still staring down at the Casket, half-listening to Thor’s tantrum.

“Well I want to know why!” Loki looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow, what was he? Five hundred? 

Odin sighed and spoke again, “the Casket of Ancient Winters belongs to the Frost Giants. They believe it is their birth right.”  

Thor fought back with strength but not as Loki would’ve, “And if you hadn't taken it from them, they would have laid waste to all the Nine Realms!”

The Allfather was starting to look tired and Loki suspected that the planning of the coronation was never a very enjoyable event so that must be the reason. 

“I had a truce with the Jötnar King, Laufey.” Odin breathed and Thor huffed in annoyance. 

“They just broke your truce!” He yelled at the old man and Loki just watched in surprise.

“What action would you take?” Odin questioned and Loki knew it was a test, but Thor didn’t, so he continued.

“March into Jötunheim as you once did, teach them a lesson, break their spirits so they’ll know never to step over our borders again!” Thor answered quickly, not using his oafish brain. 

“You’re thinking as a warrior!” Odin exclaimed, glaring at Thor in anger. 

“This was an act of war!” Thor replied.

“This was an act of but a few, perhaps rogues.” Odin sighed and eyed Loki carefully before turning back to the Casket, “Hoping to take back the Casket and free one of three monsters.”

Loki did not respond to the bait; he stayed still and raised an eyebrow curiously at Odin’s choice of words. 

“As King of Asgard,” Thor began, only to be immediately cut off by Odin.

“But you’re not King! Not yet.” He seethed and Thor froze, Loki eying them carefully with reigned in amusement. 

Loki took that as a hint to leave and he hurriedly pulled Thor out of the Vaults and up to the banquet rooms. 

One behind the safety of the banquet halls doors, Thor stormed away from Loki and upturned a table, the food laid across it dropping to the floor as a result of his fit of anger. He seethed and sat down on the steps a bit away from the overturned table and he fiddled with his hands with irritation.

Loki slowly approached Thor and sat down beside him.

“It is unwise to be in my company right now, brother.” Loki turned his head to look at his brother with a faked sympathy, “this was to be my day of triumph.” 

Loki looked down at the golden floor before turning to face his brother, “It’ll come, in time. If it’s any consolation, I think you’re right. About the frost giants, about Laufey… everything. If a few could penetrate Asgard’s defences then who’s to say they won’t try again? This time with an army.” Loki fed Thor’s burning fire with an eager grin, hoping that his brother would take the bait as usual. 

Thor sighed and turned to look at Loki, “yes, exactly what I mean!” he exclaimed and stopped short when Loki spoke again. 

“But there’s nothing we can do without defying father…” Loki trails off as Thor glances at Mjolnir and now he knows that Thor has fully taken the bait, “no, no, no I know that look, Thor no.”

“It’s the only way to ensure our borders.” Thor glared at Loki as he gripped Mjolnir in his hand tight. 

“Thor, it’s madness.” Loki leaned forward, trying to keep his brother’s attention.

“Madness? What’s madness?” Volstagg spoke up from the other side of the table, stopping from, his attack on the boar leg to look at Loki and Thor carefully.

“nothing, Thor was merely jesting,” Loki started before Thor cut him off by walking forward. 

“The safety of our realm is no jest. We are going to Jötunheim.” Thor announced and the Warriors Three burst out laughing.

It was at that moment that Isabella walked in, her dress shimmering and disappearing into comfy leather leggings and a green tunic of Loki’s, “is something wrong? Why are we all gathered here and not meeting the King and Queen to discuss the interruption today? Serenity is already chin height up in conversation with the Allfather and she doesn’t want to be alone.” She walked over to Loki and sat down beside him.

“Thor proposes we march into Jötunheim just like father did and demand they keep their distance. That is no way a king should behave, and it will damage their views even more of the future of Asgard. We cannot have an oversensitive King,” Loki drawled, holding Isabella’s hand as a reminder that he was doing this for her. 

But still, despite Loki’s one-sided effort to stop his brother from visiting Jötunheim, they were already on their way to the frozen city dressed up warm and covered by their cloaks. Heimdall gave them little to no resistance and easily opened the Bifrost to them.

Once in Jötunheim, Loki looked around the wasteland with a suspicious feeling of safe. 

“What a waste. No wonder they want to escape, this place is falling apart.” Fandral commented as they walked on the uneven rocks towards the palace that looked as deteriorated as anything else in this world. 

Loki watched their surroundings carefully and saw a few Jötnar following them from behind and he summoned a dagger into his hand, his seiðr on the ready as well if he needed it. When they arrived in the melting throne room, Thor stepped forward.

“Laufey. King of the Frost Giants. I am Thor Odinson and I demand that you explain yourself for your attack on Asgard this morning.” Thor spoke with venom in his voice and Loki noticed how Laufey’s eyes narrowed when hearing ‘Odinson.’ 

“It was the work of but a few, little prince. It was not my intention to attack your kingdom on the day that you would become King. It may seem like it to your mind but I assure you, I was not aware of this attempt on your coronation,” Laufey spoke to Thor and since Loki was the God of Lies, he knew immediately that the Jotun was lying to his brothers face but he didn’t dare comment on it in fear of his treachery being revealed to everyone. 

“And yet you sit here, completely calm when you should be on your knees apologising to Odin about how you betrayed his treaty.” Thor snapped back.

Loki stared at his brother in shock before stepping forward and holding his bicep, “Thor look around you, we are heavily outnumbered here. Think, please…” He begged but Thor pushed him away.

When Loki stared at Thor in surprise, Thor turned to him and growled out, “know your place, brother.” That sentence was one he had grown used to, but it still broke his spirits every time it was said to him. It showed that Thor never saw him as his equal, he saw him as everyone else did, the spare. Loki stepped back and remained silent.

“I will let you leave now if you follow this gift them Asgard will not have to face Jötunheim in battle again. Fail to accept this chance and I will show you no mercy.” Laufey growled out and Loki saw his chance, stepping in front of Thor to look at Laufey and again, his body filled with the feeling of love and safe. He was confused but refused to let it bother him.

Taking a moment to consider everything before inclining his head, Loki spoke to Laufey, “we will accept your most gracious offer.” 

Thor glares at Laufey a moment longer before relenting and walking away but a nearby Jotun mumbles, “run along home, little princess.” 

Loki goes pale and he realises that his plan is all but nothing now, this wasn’t meant to happen, “damn.” He mumbled before Thor chuckled and threw Mjolnir into the frost giant and he did not get back up afterwards.

A battle ensued, one full of rage and hatred. Loki fought with his seiðr and daggers to save himself but when Volstagg yelled out, “don’t let them touch you!!” he got distracted and one of the Jötnar grabbed his wrist, intending to freeze him but instead, his skin shifted blue and he stared down at his hand as a feeling of home and safe flowed through him again. He stared down at his hand and watched as it turned blue with markings appearing on the back of his hand and he stared at it in horror and he met eyes with Laufey before pulling out a dagger and forcing it through the Jotun’s chest and he watches his hand shift back to his normal pale. 

“Thor!” Loki called, backing away from the fight as the Warriors three and Sif did, “we must go!!”

“So, go!!” Was Thor’s reply but that’s all it took for Loki to give up on waiting for his brother and to sprint back to the Bifrost site. 

“Heimdall open the Bifrost!” one of them called but no rainbow appeared, and Loki’s heart sank. Heimdall had warned them and they hadn’t been careful.

A beast appeared in front of them, a protector of the realm and Loki froze. He knew this was his last moment. But then Mjolnir flew by him right through the beast. It fell back and Loki almost sighed in relief before the Bifrost opened and Odin appeared riding his war horse.

“Father! Let’s finish this together!!” Thor called, holding up Mjolnir in delight. Odin turned his gaze over to Thor and hissed.

“Silence!” was all he spoke. Laufey then joined Odin but Loki couldn’t care less. 

He saw Sleipnir staring at him, he knew that look in his eye, it was longing, and he felt it too, he missed all of his children so much but he could not go to them without Odin finding out. Even now, even looking at Sleipnir felt wrong and he missed his little boy. 

Laufey declared war and then the Bifrost brought them all back, he watched a servant walk Sleipnir outside so that Odin could freely speak to Loki and Thor. 

An argument ensued between Odin and Thor and Loki watched them again and when he did try to step up, Odin yelled at him and he stepped back and looked at the ground. 

“Thor Odinson... You have disobeyed the express command of your King. Through your arrogance and stupidity, you have opened these peaceful Realms and innocent lives to the horrors of war!” Odin plunged Gungnir into the Bifrost controls and it roared to life behind Thor and Loki watched from a bit away, “you are unworthy of this realm, unworthy of your title! ...Unworthy of the loved ones you've betrayed. I hereby take from you your powers.” Odin summons Mjolnir and Thor watches in horror, “in the name of my father and his father before, I Odin Allfather, CAST YOU OUT!” he yells and Mjolnir blasts lightning into Thor, pushing him into the Bifrost. He then brought Mjolnir to his lips and whispered, “Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.” 

Loki watched as Odin threw Mjolnir into the Bifrost and then closed it and he sighed softly. He teleported away and into his chambers where Isabella was waiting on his bed with a book and she looked at him with a bright smile, “Loki!” She got up and ran over to him, hugging him tight and nuzzling her head into his neck, “you came back!” 

“Of course, I did. Not all of us made it past Odin, though… Thor has been banished. If anything happens to Odin… I’m King.” Loki mumbled sadly and gripped onto his soulmate, allowing himself to break in front of her, “I think I might be one of them, Isabella… I think I might be Jotun…”

“What makes you think that, Lohk?” Isabella mumbled, running her black nails through his hair with a gentle smile.

“One of them touched me but I didn’t freeze. I went blue!” He mumbled back and sobbed even harder, Isabella holding him as close as possible as he let go.

“Shall we go see?” Was all she replied with, but Loki knew she meant the Casket and he nodded numbly. He took her hand and walked down to the vaults, his nerves becoming an all-time high as he walked inside with her. 

Approaching the Casket, Isabella stood behind him and he reached out, gently taking a handle into his hand and he shook his head desperately when he saw that he was slowly turning blue. 

“Stop!” came a call from the top of the stairs and Isabella froze, turning to look at Odin with a smirk on her face.

“Am I cursed?” Loki asked as he gripped the Casket and his breath heaved as he felt the Casket reach out to him and tie herself around his seiðr. He gasped in pain but also in surprise to how right it felt for that to happen. 

“no…” came Odin’s response and Loki let out a breathy chuckle.

“Then what am I?” He asked as he glared down at the Casket with a hatred but the feeling inside him wasn’t hate, it was confusion and betrayal.

“You’re my son,” Odin replied, breathlessly and Loki shook his head, turning to face the Allfather for the first time in their conversation.

“What more than that?” He seethed and watched Odin’s reaction carefully, seeing how solemn he had become, he realised the truth, “the Casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jötunheim that day, was it?”

“No,” came Odin’s breathless reply and Loki narrowed his eyes before putting the Casket down, ignoring the sadness in the back of his mind coming from the parasite that was the Casket’s consciousness. “In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the Temple, and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring -- abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son.”

Loki is sent reeling from the news and he mumbles it back to himself, ignoring how Isabella stands beside him and holds his hand comfortingly, “Laufey’s son?” he turned to look at Odin again and he whispered a soft ‘yes’ to which Loki looked around the room and tried to find any reason why Odin would’ve taken him from his home. This was why he had felt so right on Jötunheim, why when he looked at Laufey, he felt so safe. He was his son! His heir! 

“Why?” he whispered, feeling so small now under his father’s gaze and Isabella’s sympathetic hugs. “you were knee deep in Jötnar blood, why did you take me?!”

“You were an innocent child,” Odin began but Loki would have none of it.

“No, you took me for a purpose, what was it?” He waited moments before he snapped and screamed, “TELL ME”

Odin sighed, defeated and he looked at his adopted son sadly before starting to explain, “I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter.”

Loki looked up at Odin, heartbroken as he mumbles a quiet “What…?” Before going on a rant, tears brimming in his eyes as he let go of Isabella, “so I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here, until you might have use of me?” 

“Why do you twist my words?” Odin mumbled, starting to feel faint.

“You could’ve told me what I was from the beginning, why didn’t you?” 

“You are my son. My blood. I only wanted to protect you from the truth,” Odin replied quickly.

“What? Because I-I-I am the monster that parents tell their children about at night?!” Loki yelled, tears dripping down his cheeks as he walked up the stairs, “It all makes sense now, why you favoured Thor all these years because no matter HOW MUCH YOU CLAIM TO LOVE ME, you couldn’t have a FROST GIANT sitting on the throne of Asgard.” Loki then froze, seeing his father on the floor reaching for him and he quickly got on his knees and started to shake as he observed his father, “guards! Guards, help!”

The guards ran in and gently lifted Odin, carrying him off to where he will sleep for as long as need be. Loki, however, stayed behind and hugged his legs.

Isabella sat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry,” she gently whispered into his ear and Loki shook his head and turned to look at her.

“None of this is on your shoulders, my princess, the blame is all on Odin.” He growled lowly and accepted her hug with a sad smile, “I’m a monster, after all…”

“Stop, stop that. You’re no monster. You’re my love, you’re loved Loki! Monsters aren’t loved, they are feared, and I do not fear you! Nor does Serenity!” Isabella stroked his cheek and smiled lovingly at him, standing up and pulling him to his feet, “Now let’s go find Queen Frigga and sort this out, shall we?” 

Loki weakly nodded and headed out the door with her, happily accepting that she loved him and that he wasn’t a monster. As they walked to Frigga’s room, he noticed that people were staring at him and saluting him in the Asgardian way. He felt confused before he realised that he is now King Regent, unofficially, but still King. 

“It’ll take some getting used to, all of this,” Isabella mumbled as a maid curtsied to her, knowing that when Loki takes Gungnir, she will be Queen Regent of Asgard, and it will be her duty to take up the mantle of Goddess of Marriage in Frigga’s place.

When they walked into Odin’s bed chambers, Loki gravitated toward his side. He had seen an Odinsleep before but not one so drastic as this. He looked pale and so very aged, and Loki could not help but blame himself for doing this to his father, adopted or not. 

“You know, then?” Frigga spoke up and Loki’s eyes darted to her before he nodded in admission. “We wanted to tell you, Loki, but we never had the time to. You were always with Thor, going off on adventures and we couldn’t stop you. Odin wanted you to know but he could never find the right words to say. After what happened with your children, he made me swear that we would never tell you about your Jotun blood.”

“It wasn’t his right to hide something so important from me, mother.” Loki bit back, watching Frigga hold her breath and then nod sadly, “It wasn’t a burden. You couldn’t have just told me from the beginning? Couldn’t have raised me in my native skin?”

“But then everyone would’ve found out and another war would’ve waged for you to return to Jötunheim, you don’t belong there…” Frigga countered, meeting her sons’ eyes sadly and Loki sighed.

“Laufey didn’t want me. Odin made that quite clear.” Loki sighed and looked at the sleeping man, glaring hatefully at the man who had stolen his true life.

“But was he telling the truth?” Isabella spoke up, her arms crossed, and she was leaning against the bedpost with an indifferent look on her face, “what if he is still using you now? Manipulating your perception of the Jötnar for his own gain so that you will hate them more?” 

“you raise a good point, darling, that does sound like Odin Allfather. Passing on dirty bias onto his children so that they will do his bidding when the time is right. He would expect them to trust him. Even the Jotun runt he took in.” Loki mulled over the thoughts before his head was whipped to the side and he held his cheek in surprise, “Isabella?” 

“You… are not a monster nor are you a runt!” Isabella seethed and Loki stared at her in shock as his cheek started to sting from the slap, “am I clear?”

“Crystal!” Loki whimpered and Isabella backed off, satisfied. “but there’s still the issue of the throne. Mother? Will you be stepping up as regent?” he asked hopefully.

Frigga shook her head and held Odin’s hand, “this Odinsleep is not like the others, I fear the worst and so I must implore you to take the throne, Loki. It is what we have trained you for. Thor is banished…” 

As she spoke, the doors to the Odinsleep chambers opened and a lord walked in holding Gungnir and Loki stared at it in shock.

“Until Odin awakens, you are King. Do us and all of Asgard proud, Loki, my King.” Frigga bows her head and Loki turns to the Lord and hesitantly reaches out, taking Gungnir from him and holding it in his hand, feeling the power that swamped through him. He was powerful before but now that he held Gungnir, his seiðr increased and he revelled in the warmth it gave him.

Loki bowed his head to Frigga before offering his arm to Isabella, who immediately took his arm, and he walked out of the room. Holding Gungnir, he focused on the seiðr levels in the core of Asgard and found them to be weakening since Odin had announced that seiðr was a meagre set of skills and that only women were to use them. He would need to rectify that but not right now. Now, he headed back down into the Vaults with Isabella and stood before the Casket.

“Take it home, Lohk, that’ll end the war instantly.” Isabella offered, holding onto Loki’s arm, and smiling softly at him. 

“And risk them taking over all of the realms again? Not a chance. If we limit the use of the Casket, then… perhaps.” Loki replied and watched his wife sit on the marble floor; her feet dipped in the water in front of it.

“Meet with Laufey, then.” Isabella spoke, gazing up at him as she leant back against the marble. 

“I could but the only leverage I have is his Casket,” Loki mumbled, pulling the Casket off its podium, and staring down at it. 

“Maybe it’s not? What if Laufey misses his child? What if he is worrying for the child stolen from his temple. Think, Lohk. Why would someone abandon their baby in a temple?”

“Oh, I know, Isabella!” Loki snapped before sighing. Isabella frowned and stood up, holding his shoulder, and smiling at him with understanding.

 “I know this is hard for you, Loki,” She mumbled, her eyes filled with the love she felt for him and he glanced away, not feeling worthy of such appreciation. 

“It’s not just hard, I’m King now! There’s so many things that I’m not ready for that are now going to be expected of me,” Loki sobbed, holding onto Isabella’s hands now in a desperate attempt to ground himself, “the Casket recognises me as one of the Jötnar and it scares me because if it recognises me then so does Laufey and…” 

Loki was interrupted by a guard walking into the Vaults and kneeling before him, one hand over his heart in a fist, “Your Royal Highness, the King of the Jötnar has requested your council.” 

Loki’s heart stopped, he didn’t think Laufey would come so soon but he turned to look at Isabella and she nodded gently so he took a deep breath, grabbed the Casket of Ancient Winters, and nodded to the guard, allowing the man to guide him to the throne room. As he walked, he knew the Jötnar were there because the walls were now lined with ice and his breath showed when he exhaled. 

Sitting down on Hliðskjálf, Loki peered down at Laufey and his group, “you requested to see me, Laufey-King? I assume this is on the threat of war?” 

Laufey regarded him with a careful gaze before stepping forward, noticing how the guards immediately raised their swords to him in defence of the regent king, “I come to discuss the Casket of Ancient Winters, Odinson. Since my treaty with Odin is no longer in effect, I would like to request that you give it back. Jötunheim is dying without its life force and I see no reason why Asgard should host it any longer.” 

“You make a strikingly good argument, King Laufey but I suggest you work on your bargaining skills a bit better before speaking to me. I, Loki, King Regent of Asgard in Odin’s place. Why would you think I would so easily hand over the Casket to someone who knows how to lay waste to lands by merely lifting up that box?” Loki asked with a smirk as he leaned to the side of the Hliðskjálf to allow Isabella to sit beside him and he held her hand behind her back so that Laufey could not see that he needed her for strength.

Laufey let out a growl and glared at the youngest son of Odin, “Odin dared give you the name of my son. Odin murdered my first-born son after the war as a warning and then took our Casket. Why should I trust you to do anything different from what he did?” 

“Because I am not the senile old King that once sat here. I am Loki. I was born just as the war ended to Queen Frigga. She raised me more than my father and so I have compassion where Odin or my big brother do not. I see your realm for what it is, Laufey, I see it for how it used to be before Odin declared war. I apologise for the wrongdoings of the Aesir that took you away from the protection of the realms. Odin may not realise it, but I do, we need Jötunheim for the Yggdrasil to stay balanced. Without Jötunheim on the Yggdrasil, things will fall into ruin and I do not wish that to happen. With that in mind, I propose a truce,” Loki gave pause, studying Laufey’s expressions thoroughly with a raised eyebrow of false boredom.

“Another bargain for the peace of your world?” A general behind Laufey huffed out and Laufey held out his hand to stop the general.

“If it is a truce the false King requests then he shall get it. On what demands, your majesty?” Laufey asked, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

Loki stilled and made eye contact with his birth father and then he chuckled, “on the demands that you leave Asgard alone, patrol your subjects more thoroughly and in return we shall give you back your Casket.” Loki hesitated for a moment before smirking and standing up, “and perhaps your son when he is ready.”

Laufey also paused, observing the false king for a proper amount of time before speaking up, bravely keeping his sorrow out of his mind, “my son? My son died when your father waged war on my kingdom. He was slaughtered, made an example of. I had no hope of saving my boy. Now you sit here, Loki Odinson, with my son’s name and I ask... why? Why would Odin agree to give the throne to his spare and then also allow him to make decisions so rash as these are?”

“As I said before, I am not the old man who wanted to keep peace. I have a level mind, that is true but if you wish for a war then that is what Loki Odinson will give you,” Loki spoke and watched as Laufey took in his words and he chuckled deeply, “has rumour of my lies spread to even the most abandoned Realm? Do you know what I am, King Laufey?”

Laufey chuckled deeply and shook his head as he watched Loki, “you are a Silvertongue, you lie and manipulate, and you are the dark son of Odin for practicing seiðr without Odin’s consent. You grew from a boy that knew no boundaries of trickery into a perfect Prince. That is all you ever will be. A prince of Asgard.”

“I am more than just a meagre Prince, King Laufey. You stand before King Loki of Asgard and you will show some respect. Actually, I tire of this conversation. You may leave now; we will discuss this later.” Loki dismissed Laufey and watched as the guards pulled him away from the throne room, hearing the monster growl and try to fight.

Isabella stood from the Hliðskjálf and stood beside Loki, her hand resting on his shoulder gently and she helped him slow his breathing to one of calm, “you worry too much, my King. Asgard is prospering under your rule and everyone knows you will always be a great King. Offering to exchange peace for their Casket was a brave idea. Give Laufey a few days and see how he thinks about it when those days are done.” 

Loki looked at her and nodded softly, grateful that she was there to keep him balanced.

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Give me a fictional character and I will say:

Favorite thing about them: His big dumb hero's heart. His compassion. How much he loves his home, his people, his family, his beloved, his friends — how much he loves.

Least favorite thing about them: //stares pointedly at his inability to form meaningful connections because Thor is Not Allowed to be Not Okay (even when it's obvious and people he loves asks him to share his heart).

Three things I have in common with them:

I am, myself, an elder sibling!! And one whose younger brother was/is someone I am incredibly close to, care a great deal about — that entire drama is very close to home for me.

A passion bubble for friends and family that's, on occasion, close to the surface... but otherwise am chill 👍

and .... bunt out golden child syndrome vibes. Especially that vibe of "do it on your own and put on your leader face at all times, because all eyes are on you, good luck"

Three things I don’t have in common with them:

His ... overly reserved nature. I've been told I can be serious but I don't think I brood the way he does.

One day I will be nearly half as eloquent in my speech outside of writing 🙏

The way that Thor is able to just command a room???? Goals. Total goals. I'm either very good at directing conversations or shaky at it and I wish I had Thor's level of confidence.

Favorite line:

"i would rather be a good man than a great king."

OR ALTERNATIVELY.

"is that why everything's on fire~?"

BROTP: Brodinsons 100% . Then the entire warriors + sif squad dynamics! I'm forever sad we never got more of them all together. Then Heimdall, because Thor deserves positive mentor figures in his life. (and as far as the avengers proper go: Thor/Steve absolutely deserves more recognition they were the og duo as far as Age of Ultron is concerned and y'all , we've all been sleeping.)

OTP: Fosterson ! :D They're adorable star-crossed lovers, and he loves her very much. (and she feels the same for him !)

NOTP: if i see (1) more fan art of thorki in the thor tag i will scream. I guess also bruce/thor and valkyrie/thor exist ...??? I'm not really sure who Thor's exactly shipped with in the MCU besides Jane.

Random Headcanon: One time I considered the thought of little!Thor being exceptionally friendly with his kitchen staff servants, and because he's a strong little guy, he'd pick up giant barrels 3x his size and lug them around just because he wants to be helpful. And he'd do it with or without the prize of getting snuck goodies (though he would definitely prefer the goodies, were it up to him.)

Unpopular Opinion: I'm not sure if this counts as an unpopular opinion exactly, but I do always find it interesting that in the Frozen Vault Scene in Thor (2011), what the cinematography and editors show us that sets Thor off is seeing the dead einherjar...

And I'd actually say that this triggers his anger more than the interruption of his crowning ceremony.

So with that in mind, I'm not actually sure that (most of) his rage regarding the situation was about the coronation at all, in that case. At least, not in comparison to the fear he states (semi-subtextually) about being strong enough to maintain Asgard's borders were. ("They know you are vulnerable.")

He actually seems to only be upset about the coronation AFTER Odin makes it very clear he's decided to change his mind and rescind the crown from him entirely ... which only further fuels the point that Thor isn't ready. (aka: the one thing Thor is keenly aware of, scared of, and is scared the Frost Giants also know.) Which, you know, he's not at that point in time, but I don't see a lot of people talk about the details of that particular inciting incident all that much.

(honestly the ENTIRE text and subtext of the frozen vault scene absolutely FASCINATES ME so maybe I'll do a deep dive on it one day idk)

Song SONGS I associate with them: ... //looks at my 5-minutes-until-13 hr playlist uh...

Glowing, Boreas, and Rounds by The Oh Hellos

Plant Life, The Real World, and Bird with a Broken Wing by Owl City

No Sanctuary by UNSECRET (ft. Sam Tinnesz and Fleurie)

Afterglow and Places by Portrair

Paper and Ink (fosterson) and Everything Changes in Time (brodinsons) by Madds Buckley ... also Hoping on Another Life by Madds Buckley

Favorite picture of them:

//pulls out my entire dark world screenshots folder bc are you really going to make me choose, quirks, are you really going to make me choose

soft beautiful 🥺🥺🥺🥺 precious boy ... give me more of that poncho look tho thanks

Tagging: @darkwee009 for pinkie pie or for kirby ! :D whichever you'd like more, friend !!!