#golden trio x plus size reader

[asapphiccrow]

Evanescence

Mattheo x plus size!Reader

Warnings: Mild Language, Death of an animal

A/N: Each chapter will have a song associated with it, this chapter is Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott. (characters are aged up to 12)

W/C: 2k

Chapter 1

Unicorn Blood

The sun had finally set, giving room to the moon. Bea was making her way back from late night adventuring around the school property. She was hoping to find something that had not yet been tainted by other students. A place for her, but to no avail. Realizing how late it had gotten she, ever so quietly, made her way back to the slytherin common room. The halls of Hogwarts were extraordinary, enchanted candles at every turn, the beautiful architecture of each window and door frame. It truly was a wonder, especially at night. Bea always thought it was the best time to wander the halls. No one else was awake to bother you, or push you into the walls as they ran to class, even the ghosts were asleep. It was the most peaceful and calming time of day in the castle walls. That is until she heard voices. Is that Draco?. 

Draco Malfoy a cocky boy who she just so happened to be in the same friend group as. He definitely wasn’t her favorite person but was he really anyones. 

Along with the voice of Malfoy she heard the golden trio. This piqued the young slytherins' curiosity. Bea made her way over to the open room where the voices were coming from. As she peaked her head in, curious eyes began scanning the room, until they locked with a certain professor. 

“Ah Miss Holloway”, professor Mcgonagel announced, her voice echoing off the walls. All eyes were now off the professor and on the sneaking slytherin.  “It seems you children haven’t quite grasped the concept of curfew”, the older witch continues, “but no matter, I’ll let detention service as a reminder of why we should all obey curfews”, ending her statement with a small smirk. 

Everyone then turned back in attention to the professor. The blonde headed slytherin also painted his face with a smirk and a quick laugh. No doubt thinking that the detention was not for him as well. 

“And why are you laughing Mr. Malfoy”, Mcgonagel questioned the young boy before her, “no matter how “heroic” your actions seemed to be, you were up pasted curfew too”, her smirk growing wider as Dracos fell as quickly as it appeared, “you will be serving detention with them, you as well Ms Holloway”, looking past the four children in front of her to make sure Bea acknowledge what she has said. With a small nod the black haired girl sent her acknowledgment. 

-------Time Skip To Detention—-----

Hermione, Ron, Harry, Draco, and Bea were all gathered at the entrance of the forbidden forest. This is where they were meant to serve their detention. Bea didn’t mind really; she enjoyed the calm and quiet energy of the forest, it reminded her of the forest Honey, Luna, and her would spend hours in as children. Draco on the other hand did not, his protests verbal and quite whiny. The golden trio didn’t say much but by the looks on their faces, especially Rons, they as well did not want to enter that forest. 

Hagrid split them up, Hermione and Ron with him and Harry, Draco, and Bea with each other. Draco, of course displeased with the pair, let out a scoff, crossing his arms and announcing that he would like to take Fang. Hagrid of course agreed but warned of how much of a coward Fang was. The cocky blondes face dropped, a look of anxiety overtaking his features

The groundskeeper then spoke up, “well we best we on our way, yeah”, making his way to the beginning of the forest gesturing for Harry’s group to go one way while the rest went another. 

The whole way through Draco ranted about how his father will hear about this, about how he's not scared and that Harry probably is. The golden boy, as many called him, interrupted Draco and began an argument. The curly headed girl wanted none of this, she continued to walk along with Fang in search for whatever it was they were looking for. 

Bea suddenly came to a stop with Fang hiding behind her, tail between his legs. She looked down at the sight before her. The boys soon stopped as well, finally seeing what had stopped Bea in her tracks. 

There laid a unicorn, dead, above it a figure hidden in a black cloak drinking its blood. The haunting figure soon stopped. Looking up at the three children and the cowardice dogs, it then stood up, walking closer, and closer. Draco and Fang soon began running away from the scene, screaming as though he was the one being chased. The two left backed away slowly. Bea backed away behind the trees overflowing roots, while the ladder backed away over a root, tripping and falling down. The figure continued its slow pursuit towards the frightened boy. In that moment Harry and Bea believed that would be Harry's last moments, Bea saying a silent goodbye to the boy in her head. 

As it seemed like Harry's time was up, Bea heard hooves approaching fast, then a horse humanoid creature dropped down between Harry and the ghostly figure. The girl soon recognized it as a centaur. The centaur raised its hooves and let out a chorus of loud neighs, successfully scaring away the ominous creature. It turned back to Harry, warning him of the danger the forbidden forest posed to the young wizard. Seemingly not caring about that, the boy spoke up, asking what that creature was. The centaur explained the crimes and curse that falls upon whomever choses to slay a unicorn and ingest its blood.

 He then flipped the question on Harry and asked a question of his own, “who do you know that could commit such a violent act to something so pure?”. 

After a few seconds of thought the boy spoke softly in response, “Voldemort”.

‘Voldemort!’ Bea explained in her head, her thoughts continued, ‘Voldemort is back, Mattheo was right…’

The young witches train of thought was soon cut off by a booming voice. It was Hagrid, followed by Hermione and Ron. After a few more words were exchanged Firenze, the centaur, ventured off. The group of young wizards & witches, with Hagrid, soon made their way back to hogwarts

------The Next Night—------

“So where were you last night Bea”, Pansy questioned, eyes narrowed at her dorm mate. 

This question piqued the curiosity of the other of the four of the other young Slytherins, with Mattheo seemingly not caring & lost in his thoughts. The recipient of the posed question looked up from her textbook. Bea truthfully did not want to answer that question. She knew she couldn’t lie seeing how Draco, who got detention with her, was in the room with them. But if she answered truthfully then she’d have to explain why she was out past curfew, and that was not something she wanted to do. 

“I'm gonna go for a walk”, the curly headed boy spoke, abruptly getting up from his spot on the couch and making his way out of the Slytherin common room. 

Bea let out a breath of relief, being saved for a little bit from the posed question. The rest of the Slytherin group stared at the door Mattheo had just exited from. Confusion lacing all of their expressions. Lorenzo then looked at Theo, expecting him to know why his best friend suddenly left. The boy simply shrugged, signaling that he, as well, had no idea what had gotten over him. 

After a second to long of silence Draco voiced, “So Holloway why were you back late last night?”, a knowing smirk covering his face. Everyone's eyes were back on the girl in question. 

Not wanting to answer, the young witch took Mattheos' lead. Swiftly getting up and announcing that she had to go talk to her sister about something. Once again looks of confusion and curiosity painted over everyone's features. Then just as quickly as the first time they directed their attention back to something else. 

Now Bea didn’t totally lie about why she left, she did in fact have to tell someone something, she just lied about the someone. Sense finding out about the return of Voldemort the long haired witch knew she had to warn Mattheo. Recently he opened up to Theo, confessing he was scared of the day the dark lord returns, the day his dad returns. This confession was sparked by something Theo had said, but it also seemed like something the young boy did want to get off his chest. This was a confession Bea was sure she wasn’t meant to hear. 

The witch did want to harm Mattheo now of what she saw the night prior, but she knew doing it herself wouldn’t end well. So she had to think of something. And think of something she did.

Mattheo walked through the forbidden forest alone. He came here because he swore he saw something, but it couldn’t have been no. Thoughts plagued Mattheos mind about what it is he saw from the common room window the curiosity and anxiety overcame him that’s why he’s here now. Alone. As more and more thoughts swirl through Mattheo mind he feels a pair of eyes following him from the distance. Turning around to see what’s stalking him he comes face to face with a wolf, the castle wolf specifically. The castle wolf was an abnormal wolf who wondered the halls of Hogwarts no one knew who it belonged to or where it lived all they new is during the days it would come to Hogwarts and at night it would wonder off to the forbidden forest and because of that no one dared to follow.

“Oh, it’s just you” Mattheo whispered to himself and the wolf. It stalked closer to Mattheo then passing him, but not before signaling for him to follow the mysterious creature. Without, ok with a little hesitation, Mattheo followed the wolf. They stopped at a more secluded, deeper part of the forest,

Mattheo looked down to the wolves eyes and questioned “why’d you bring me here mystique”. Mystique had been a name some students started calling the wolf because of its mysterious life and soon enough it was its given name.

“What’s up?”, Mattheo questioned the animal. Mattheo then followed the gaze of the animal to what he’d assume it brought him here for, there was a unicorn, a dead one. Mattheo knew what that meant, what the fate of killing a unicorn had in store for anyone so brave or vile, he also knew the only person who could possibly be so cruel and evil to do this. His worst fears were proven, he’d returned. Proving not only what Mattheo saw in the forest earlier that day wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him but also confirmed that feeling he had. Deep down his, somewhat, quiet life at Hogwarts was coming to an end and the monster Mattheo tried so hard to keep at bay would be awakened. Not by him, but by his father. Voldemort was back.

“Shit” Mattheo whispered to himself, the comment was laced in worry and a tinge of fear. “I have to tell Theo about this” he continued. Looking around at where he was. Mattheo soon realized that not only he’d never been this far into the forest but when we followed the wolf he never made a mental map of where they were going, like he’d usually do when coming to new places, as to prevent getting lost. The wolf then looked at him whining a bit to get his attention.

“What?” He asked, without uttering another word the wolf looked into Mattheos eyes then started walking away, even though it had muttered no word he knew the wolf was telling him to follow it and so he did with no complaints.

They had finally reached the edge of the forbidden forest, “Thank you mystique” Mattheo said to the wolf while crouching down and attempting to pet its head, a successful attempt. Mattheo was surprised by the wolves actions knowing that the only ones that it allowed to touch it was Honey Holloway and Luna Lovegood. Mattheo always assumed it was those two because of their extremely kind hearts and immense love for all creatures, but now you were letting him pet you, though that only lasted for a bit. The wolf soon pulled away from Mattheo and run back into the forest.

Next Chapter

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Teaching The Golden Trio to Surf Headcanons

Pairing (platonic): Golden Trio x Surfer!Plus Size Reader (she/her)

Request: how would you feel doing a surfer chick headcanon for Harry Potter?? Like maybe reader has been skipping class a lot during the spring and summer and comes back to Hogwarts with wet hair smelling like sunscreen and everyone (golden trio probs) is like ?????? And she ends up getting caught apparating out of school to go to the beach and ends up taking the trio with her one day or something.

A/N: first time doing headcanons! I think I did okay, but let me know.

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Hermione would be the first one to observe something was going on with you. It wasn’t just the smell of sunscreen, but how little she saw you around the castle since spring started.

Ron would say she was reading too much into your actions. “She’s probably just snogging someone in empty classrooms.”

Harry, on the other hand, would be interested in Hermione’s theories. He’d start getting worried when you skipped several classes a week and the latest Hogsmeade trip. Ron’s comment couldn’t be right, he had never seen you with anyone else.

You weren’t anywhere in The Marauder’s Map and the map was supposed to always be right. When he asked Hermione if she knew about old enchanted parchments malfunctioning, she said no.

So the three would do the only logical (for them) thing: follow you. To their shock, they’d followed you outside the castle’s grounds where you disapparated.

Free time at Hogwarts had the tendency of getting tedious very easily, but now you had approved your apparition exam, the possibilities were endless.

Making sure no one would see you would be hard at first, but you’d master it quickly. Hagrid was always busy, and you would be careful enough to sneak out of the castle while most students and professors were busy.

They would catch you the afternoon after your last N.E.W.T. You’d assume no one would make note of your absence but they would prove you wrong by asking where were you going.

So you’d take them with you.

Harry’s nose would twitch due to the salty smell, Hermione would be more worried about why you were there and Ron would be thrilled.

They would assume you were there to meet someone but when you’d explain you were there to surf they’d be interested in learning.

Hermione would be nervous at first, and kinda bad at it but she’d be determined on doing it right.

Harry would be in the middle, I think. He’d get too cocky rather quickly and fall off the board seconds later which would make Ron, Hermione, and you laugh.

Ron would be good at surfing, but he’d be disappointed at first for not being able to use a surfboard exactly like yours

You’d try to cheer Ron up by explaining the sport was safer for beginners so he’d learn quickly but he’d still be pouty until you promised you would take him with you more often.

Ron wouldn’t be a fan of the smell that lingered on him, but he wouldn’t complain until you were back at the castle.

Harry would mumble something about you making it look too easy and remind you how easy flying was in comparison.

You’d disagree, and Hermione would too.

Hermione would get the hang of it better than Harry, at least eventually.

Surfing would turn into a tradition once school was finished.

Sometimes only one of them would go with you.

Others the three would.

Hermione would encourage you to enter a competition and help you make a schedule for training.

You’d crush it like she knew you would.

Harry and Ron would be as proud as her.

[zvdvdlvr]

dancing with the moon as our witness ( theodore nott )

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

synopsis: a moment of tranquility for the two lovers.

warnings: making out

reader's pronouns: she/her

reading time: 1 minute

the rain fell in thin, constant sheets. the only sounds were the calming pounding of raindrops, the quiet laugher of the young lovers, and the sound of shared kisses.

theo dipped y/n after a spin and flawlessly pulled her against him. the moonlight glinted of the rain and skin and made everything look so ethereal.

stilling, theodore grabbed y/n's face in his hands, brushing back a baby hair. blinking raindrops out of his eyes, theo smiled at y/n. a smile so pure and innocent and naive and hopeful and so full of love that it almost brought y/n to her knees.

y/n brought her hands up to theo's face. lightly tracing along his cheekbones, down his jawline. theodore leaned into her touch, suddenly wondering how a person could feel so loved.

she finally stepped closer and looked up into his adoring eyes while threading her fingers into his wet hair.

then she pulled his lips down to hers. slowly, y/n pressed her soft lips to his, belly full of butterflies.

theo kissed back with sudden desperation. a need to be as close to her as possible, a need for it to be just them.

eyes closed, tongues dancing, hot blood pumping, there were no witnesses besides the approving moon and the applauding rain.

[a-constant-gay-panic]

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! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics 

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

HP

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy 

IT 

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss 

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins 

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS 

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it: 

Jenna Ortega 

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis 

Timothée Chalamet 

Finn Wolfhard 

Zendaya 

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

[inkdaydreams]

Check my bio to see if requests are open!!

All of my x readers are neutral in terms of race and body type. I sometimes write plus size!readers tho and will write woc!readers bc there should be more.

If you want a more detailed reader, like one based off of you or an OC, I will take commissions instead. Email ljiljanonline@gmail.com for more enquiries. This is so my public works remain accessible to everyone for the most part.

my fandoms (the list is growing every day!):

- harry potter (golden trio and marauders era)

- the MCU (i am slowly tackling this very large series but i know a lot about it already, no knowledge of the comics whatsoever tho)

- never have i ever (i will write anything for this show)

- once upon a time (i will write anything for seasons 1-6 only because i wasn't interested in watching the last season)

- death note (i will write anything for the anime but i haven't read the manga so it might be slightly different)

- stranger things (i will write about the older teenagers in the show but i will only feel comfortable writing romantic (non sexual) pairings with the party at season 4)

i will write:

- fluff

- smut

- angst

- romantic

- platonic

- real person/character x reader

- character x character

- poly

- SFW age regression (i am open to this but have little experience)

my hard limits for writing are:

- smut with underaged people/ characters played by underaged people. (eg: i can write a college AU for MCU peter because tom holland was 19 or 20 when he joined the MCU but i can't do the same with the stranger things kids bc all the actors were children in season 3.)

- real person x real person ships.

- any taboo kinks like ddlg

i will attach here some prompt lists I like to get your creative juices flowing.

[thosewickedlovelies]

AND THEY WERE WALLMATES: Pasteles de Gloria (part 3)

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: T for mature themes (mentions of sex and violence)

Summary: Javier thanks you...appropriately, this time. Connie and Javier have a chat <3

Tags: Mention of blood. Reader starts to have Thots (same, girl)

Word count: 3,740

A/N: So their POVs in this chapter overlap a little bit...sorry if that throws anyone off, I’m still getting used to writing reader insert fics. The dessert and the Spanish are explained at the end :) Enjoy!

Masterlist

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You hadn’t seen Javier in over a week. The first few days after that conversation had been a whirlwind of emotions- worry over whether you’d said the right things, hope that he might feel the same (plus fear that he wouldn’t), and eventually anger at his total lack of response. Until Connie told you that he and Steve had been sent on some mission.

“Nothing dangerous, but they’ll be gone for a few days. Javi must not have gotten the chance to say goodbye.” Uttered without a second’s hesitation, like it was unthinkable that Javier wouldn’t have explained himself to you if he could.

Maybe Connie knew something you didn’t.

So another several days had passed, with worry becoming the dominant theme; all your other initial feelings faded into the background as you wondered how ‘not dangerous’ DEA work could really be.

You’re settling in for another restless evening when there’s a rap on the door. Your nerves leap and jangle- you aren’t supposed to being seeing Connie again until tomorrow, so who…?

You peer through the cracked door before wrenching it open the rest of the way, your heart roaring in your ears. Javier Peña stands before you. He holds a bottle in one hand and a paper bag in the other, and looks uncharacteristically nervous. You forget you’re theoretically supposed to be upset with him as you stare at each other, wide-eyed.

He clears his throat. “Hey. Uh, sorry I disappeared on you. Boss sent me and Steve on a mission, I had to leave from work.” So Connie had been right on both accounts. He hadn’t had time to call you, and he would have if he could.

When you wait, he continues. “I thought, since I interrupted your evening the last time I was here, I could make it up to you.” He holds up the bottle, which you’re surprised to recall is indeed the same wine that you had opened the night he came to your place after reopening his wound.

You look at him in wonder, but he’s not finished. “Also, well...I can’t bake for shit, but I know somewhere that can. You ever had a pastel de gloria?”  He lifts the paper bag, cracks a small, still-nervous grin.

“I haven’t,” you confirm, an answering smile growing on your face, touched by the sweetness of his gesture and the implications it holds.

“Well, you can try them tonight, because-” his confidence apparently bolstered by your response, he holds the bottle out to you, brow quirking in request. You take it, bemused at the prospect of there still being more to his plan, and he digs something out of his back pocket with an air of presentation. “-I found the sequel to a certain movie while at a market recently. I was going to bring it to Steve and Connie’s but...now seemed like a better time to watch it.”

You almost laugh out loud as you take in the cover of the tape in his hand. It’s the sequel to that movie night travesty, all right. That Javier would do all of this...you hardly know what to say.

You hope whatever expression is on your face is saying it for you, though, as you look up at him. “Thank you, Javier. This is...amazing.” And it is, much more so than would have been necessary to thank you for helping with his leg, or to make up for his unplanned disappearance after you turned down his proposition.

He chuckles, looking down in embarrassment. “You don’t actually have to watch this shit movie if you don’t want to. That part was just a joke.” You could swear he’s blushing, the faintest tinge of color in his cheeks beneath the white hallway lights. “But you should try these pastries, because they are something else.” He offers you the bag, his body shifting sideways slightly, as if he intends to hand off his gifts and then disappear. As if his wide, guileless, puppy dog eyes and the unconscious pout to his lips weren’t begging otherwise.

Well. “Of course I want to watch this shit movie, Javi. As long as you watch it with me.” You give him a teasing grin. “It was much more fun with a spoilsport.”

Relief spills over his features, washing the tension from his shoulders and the breath from his lungs. Turning away toward the kitchen, you miss the true extent of it, leaving the door open for him as you head back inside. “Bring those to the couch, I’ll get us some plates,” you call over your shoulder.

Javier follows more slowly, collecting himself. By the time you join him in the living room, carrying, plates, wine glasses, and napkins, he’s fiddling with your VCR. You pour the wine while he sets it up, although you find yourself distracted by the shifting valleys of muscle in his back beneath his tight-fitting shirt, the bottle in your hands suspended uselessly above a glass. You curse as you almost spill.

“Everything okay?” Javi joins you on the couch, a careful, hesitant distance away.

“Of course!” You’re quick to assure him. “Now, tell me about these pastries,” you urge, eyes sparkling. He unloads them onto a plate, stacking rounded pastries into a rough pyramid, each one golden brown, sprinkled with sugar, and the size of a small fist. His voice softens as he tells you about the bakery and the older woman who runs it, who insists everyone call her ‘abuela’, even grown men and gringos like him. How he discovered it entirely by accident one day, following his nose.

“The filling is usually pasta de guayaba- guava paste- but they can also have arequipe, or cheese, or all three. She gave me a some extras, so I’m not sure which ones are which here,” he says, suddenly brusque. He gestures for you to take one first, a look on his face you can’t quite identify.

You’re definitely at risk of drooling as you pick up a pastel, Javier watching you intently. Puff pastry flakes over your plate as you take a bite.

And close your eyes in relish. A trio of flavors oozes over your tongue, each complementing the other, all of them ensconced in a sheath of sugary, flakey pastry. The creamy, neutral tang of the cheese mellowing the tart-sweet burst of fruity guava, both flavors coated in the thick, sticky-sweet burnt sugar taste of dulce de leche.

Swallowing, your eyes pop wide to look at Javier again. It’s a near-physical reaction he has to your sudden attention, an almost-flinch away from it as he awaits your verdict.

“Javier.” Your voice is serious. With slow deliberance, you lean toward him intently, reaching out to rest your hand on his forearm. You let the anticipation s t r e t c h.

“You have got to tell me how to make these.”

The breath leaves him in a rush, a huff of relief and and laughter at your dramatics. He’s hyper-aware of your hand on his skin- the casual touch reverberates through him in a way he should probably be more concerned about. It’s the first time you’ve touched him for non-medical reasons, but it heals him all the same; he feels warm, something inside him yielding in your presence.

He clears his throat. “Like I said, I can’t bake for shit. But...I can ask the abuela.” His free hand rubs at his neck, slipping beneath the collar of his shirt. The movement draws your attention, and your gaze continues lower, to the two buttons he seems to perpetually leave undone. The smooth, flushed skin beneath. Was it warm in here?

You stand abruptly. “Is it warm in here? I’ll flip the fan on. You want to press play?” You throw him a quick smile as you cross the room to the wall switch. You flip off the overhead light while you’re there, leaving just the tall floor lamp casting a bright but cozy glow.

Javi obliges, the space dimming briefly as the opening sequence begins. You plop back down on the sofa, deliberately settling slightly closer to him- friends distance away. Handing him a wine glass, you raise yours expectantly. “¡Salud!” you beam.

Despite your cheer, you feel a trickle of nervous anticipation. What shape would your relationship take with only the two of you to guide it? You’d never been alone alone together for the express purpose of just hanging out.

Javier clinks his glass with yours. “Salud,” he murmurs, his eyes crinkling upward slightly.

You order yourself to stop getting in your head. Humming around a mouthful of plum-purple wine, you set down the glass in favor of your plate, loading it with several more pastels. Blissful satisfaction fills you as a second bite confirms their perfection, and you lick sugar off your lips with a happy sigh. Beside you, Javi’s empty fingers twitch. He takes a large gulp of wine.

The movie rapidly proves to be of the same ‘quality’ as its parent. Just as quickly, you realize you didn’t need to worry about getting on with Javier. You end up having great fun at the film’s expense, frequently pausing it so Javi can explain in more detail why this or that would never happen in real life. It’s fascinating hearing him speak with such confidence, observing the minute ripples of his face as it contorts in thought. Despite his superior knowledge, he’s never condescending toward you, listening patiently to your questions and trying to answer in ways you can relate to. He sneers freely at the characters onscreen though, and you can completely picture him sitting at a one of those government conference tables, telling some poor bastard how bad his ideas are with his trademark dismissive, deadpan attitude.

There are other fascinating things about him, too. Like the way his short shirtsleeves to stretch over his arm muscles, subtle but visible, highlighted by the room’s long shadows. Like the tempting cords of his neck when he tips his head back to drink. Like more of his self-conscious glances, when he bites into a pastel and crumbs and sugar cling to his mustache. He hurriedly swipes his palm down the hairs, but you’ve caught him from the corner of your eye. You press your lips together to smother a giggle, but when he glides his tongue over his lip to catch any stray bits, your smile fades as your stomach swoops. You can sense him regarding you again as you fix your gaze on the tv. You wish you knew what was going on in his head.

Too soon the movie ends. The credits roll, but Javier shows no signs of leaving, leisurely taking out a pack of cigarettes and tapping it against his hand. “Do you mind?” he checks.

You wrinkle your nose but allow it. “As long as you do it at the window.” You stand, leaving Javi still seated, and spread your arms in a stretch, attempting to blink away some of the sleepy wine haze. “Be right back,” you tell him, taking the opportunity for a bathroom break.

After, however, before crossing the kitchen to rejoin him, you pause on the threshold of the hall. Your head tilts as you run your gaze over his unguarded stature. Javier leans against the window’s edge, his head and torso turned to exhale smoke out into the night. It doesn’t all escape immediately, gray twisting in the air around his profile, and you lose yourself in the brooding picture he paints. He believes he’s alone, but doesn’t look like he’s enjoying a peaceful smoke break- more like he’s weighed down by his thoughts, his eyes sweeping over the street without taking it in. Doesn’t he have anyone to share his burdens with?

You shuffle your feet loudly before you turn the corner, revealing your presence so he can react accordingly. As you approach, he stubs out his cigarette on the narrow sill and turns to face you, his shoulders relaxing.

“I thought of something else about that last scene,” he greets, and you’re happy to let him go on about the film, savoring the rich timbre of his voice. You talk for a little while longer, lounging by the window. He asks you more about yourself now, and you haltingly tell him about your background, how you came to arrive in Columbia. He drinks in every word, and you get the feeling he’s storing this all away, ready to reference later. As if he intends for there to be a later.

Finally it comes up. Your last interaction. “Look, I’m sorry about last time,” Javier begins. “When I, you know-” he nods jerkily in lieu of saying “tried to seduce you” out loud. “I, uh. I don’t know what I was thinking.” His gaze drops the same way it did when he was withholding how he got the cut on his leg.

You thought you had understood some of his thought process, but maybe there was more to it. “I think you do,” you disagree wryly. One shoulder lifts in a shrug. “But it’s okay, Javier. I just...didn’t want you to sleep with me just because you felt like you owed me.”

It’s a struggle to hold his gaze, yours ranging over his face and chest, searching for a reaction to what you’ve left unspoken. That you may well want him to sleep with you, but only because he actually wants to, wants you, specifically. Javier is smart, and clearly experienced with women- there’s no way he’ll miss the implication.

The longer you hold his gaze, the more clearly you see his thoughts churning, turning over everything that’s occurred between you and what it might mean, with all the analytical precision his career requires. That’s who you’ve been seeing, you realize, every time his provocative persona misses its mark with you- Agent Peña, the man who puts up a shield of derisive disdain so no one gets too close, so no one wants to. Until someone comes along who says fuck that, for whatever reasons of their own- like Steve, who demanded that Javi let him in as much as he could stand to because they’re partners, damn it, for better or for worse. Like Connie, who informed him that your well-being is important to my husband’s, so by god, you’re going to let me care about you. Like you- his neighbor and wallmate who, despite being faced with Agent Peña's rakish side, could see that there was more under the surface than just blood oozing from a knife wound.

As if realizing the window this moment is giving you, Javier shakes himself free of it, pushing off the wall. “Well, I won’t keep you up any longer,” he says gruffly. “Thanks for...this.” He gestures to the coffee table behind the couch you’re leaning on, the silent tv static jittering on the wine and pastries.

You stand too, unhurried. “Thank you, Javier. For the company, as well,” you say with sincerity.

He nods, seeming torn, perpetually caught in some internal struggle around you. Finally, he says a single word in farewell, his voice a low caress: “Vecinita.”

He starts for the door without waiting for a reply. Blinking in surprise, you spin in place. “Buenas noches, Javi,” you call, hoping your understanding reaches him.

You think it does, because he pauses for a second with his hand on the doorknob; before, with a last glance, exiting, leaving the hope kindling in your chest as the only proof it really happened.

--

Javier has a hard time focusing at work the next day. He and Steve have a lot of paperwork to get through, mostly material from their recent mission, but every time he shifts in his shitty desk chair he remembers how comfortable your couch was. How at ease you seemed sitting next to him on it. How badly he wanted to reach out to you, see if you felt as soft as you looked in that setting.

“Fuck,” he swears. The paper in his hand is the same one he’s been staring at for the past ten minutes.

Huffing, he shoves his work aside, snatches up his jacket, and heads home early. But his apartment offers even fewer distractions, so with a growl of frustration, he downs a whiskey and stalks back to the door.

Only to be stopped in his tracks by Connie, standing on his stoop with a coffee pot in hand. She looks startled by his sudden appearance, her fist still raised to knock.

“Hi, Javi. I heard you get back a little while ago, and I haven’t seen you since you and Steve returned. I thought we could catch up.” She speaks tentatively, clearly wary of his black scowl and riled energy.

“Did she send you?” he asks, eyes narrowing, jutting his chin to indicate your door.

Connie frowns in confusion. “No, I won’t be seeing her for a a day or three. She’s got an intensive-care patient at the hospital who needs around-the-clock attention.” Her own eyes narrow. “Should she have sent me? Did you do something?”

“No,” Javier retorts curtly. “Just- didn’t know if this was brought on by some of your gossip, is all.” Resigned to his interrogation, he steps back, opening the door for her.

Connie continues to glare suspiciously as she passes, but heads into his kitchen nonetheless, getting out sugar and mugs in a familiar ritual. She knew better than to bother checking the fridge for milk.

Once seated in the dining room, however, she doesn’t pry any further about you, or what he may have done, only continuing a previous line of conversation from their last chat. It helps, but as she gets caught up telling some work story, Javier’s attention drifts again.

He inhales from the cigarette between his fingers, remembering the taste of the one last night, filtering through the flavors of cherry-dark wine and sugar-encrusted pastry. He had tried to keep some figurative distance between the two of you, but you didn’t seem to want it, closing the gaps with questions, always looking so damn interested when the answers pertained to him or his life. Were you that fascinated by all your ‘friends’?

Javi doesn’t notice that Connie is scrutinizing him again, just like he hadn’t noticed that she’s been silent for the past minute.

“What’s she doing up there?” Connie asks loudly.

Javier chokes mid-drag, and a wicked smirk overtakes her face.

“What,” he croaks, trying desperately not to look guilty.

“Your neighbor,” Connie clarifies. “That’s what you’re thinking about, right?” She looks far too smug with herself.

“Hah,” Javier scoffs, trying to ignore the shivery goosebumps at someone calling you ‘his’. Buying time, he takes another long drag, letting it numb the sting from his cough.

Sometimes he wondered why he let himself get sucked into these coffee chats. They so rarely seemed to go well for him.

“Come on, Javier,” Connie coaxes. “I know there’s something between you two. Do you wanna talk about it?” A genuine offer, not just merciless teasing. She’s managed to wipe most of the mirth from her face, leaving a sympathetic expression behind.

He rubs his thumb along his mustache as he sighs a long stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know what’s between us,” he finally says. “I’m not- I don’t do relationships.”

He isn’t sure he remembers how to. Nothing about his life here is suited to them- it’s intense, harsh, dangerous. Not to mention his network of CIs, who he pays for sex as well as information.

“Why not?” Connie asks simply.

A glance at her face tells Javier that it’s a serious question. He snorts. Lounging back in his chair, he raises a contemptuous eyebrow at her. “You can’t honestly tell me the DEA lifestyle is helping your marriage.”

Her face tightens, and he feels a pang of guilt. But he resolutely pushes it away- Connie knows who he is, she asked for this conversation- “My marriage isn’t up for discussion here,” she says evenly. “And besides, don’t you think that’s something for her to decide? She knows what you do, she sees you almost every day. She told me she was helping you with something- do you think she’d let herself get close to you if she was scared of your ‘lifestyle’?”

He doesn’t let it show how deeply her word affects him; but like ink dropping into water, he feels a ripple of shock. The change of color as his thoughts cloud, churn with sudden optimism. Because Connie was right, you had helped him- with a fucking secret stab wound, for christ’s sake. You’d already seen the blood and the secrets, understood that his life came with risks- and helped him without further explanation.

Javier brings the cigarette to his lips again without tasting it, unseeing gaze fixed ahead. Possible though it is that you’re not put off by the danger which hounds him, it still doesn’t mean you want to be more than friends. That was what you’d said, right? ‘Friends are a thing people have.’

But there was also what you hadn’t said last night. That- as long as it was for reasons other than feeling like he owed you- he was allowed to want to sleep with you.

Suddenly he slumps forward onto his elbows, sighing. The wrinkles on his forehead ache as he smooths his thumb over them. “I don’t know how close she wants to get,” Javi mumbles. He might be experienced at sex with women, but forming conections based on what was beneath the skin...well, not only was he rusty, but it required a frankly terrifying amount of vulnerability that he wasn’t sure he was up for.

Connie softens. “Listen, Javi, I saw the way she was looking at you during movie night. She’s interested in you, no matter how much you think she does or doesn’t know. Just- see what happens, or…ask her.” With her last words she shrugs matter-of-factly, content to drop the subject now that she’s delivered her thoughts.

His lips twist, the only begrudging acknowledgement he gives as he reflects on this. He picks up his mug and swirls the dregs of the coffee his friend had poured for him- black, like he usually takes it. He takes a sip.

For the first time, he thinks it could use a little sugar.

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A/N: Get it, because he needs some of READER’S sugar AYOOOO...I’ll leave now lmao.

Spanish note for the less linguistically inclined: ‘Vecinita’ is the word ‘Vecina’ (Neighbor) plus the suffix ‘-ita’, which is attached to words as a way of describing them as ‘small’. So literally translated it says ‘little (feminine) neighbor’, but! This suffix is also used to say things in an affectionate way, so you could put it on the end of someone’s name (ie Pedrito <3), or on the end of another noun to indicate a nickname. (Disclaimer, I only speak Italian, but it has this same concept, so I think I did it right. Someone pls tell me if I did not). It’s used very casually, so it’s not really as deep as it sounded in Reader and Javi’s moment, but it was deep for Javi okay!!!

The dessert this chapter is named after translates to ‘Gloria pastries’, which according to Google, is a popular Columbian pastry. I have not actually ever encountered one of these personally, but I’ve had all the ingredients individually, so I cannot imagine them not being DELICIOUS all together. Here is a recipe I fully intend to try (it uses mozzarella cheese, but other sources say you can use any plain/white/farmer’s cheese). Guava paste is a really yummy, thick puree (think jam, but thick enough to stay in slab form at room temp) of guava fruit (obvs), which I’ve used in recipes before! I found it in a regular Weis market in central Pennsylvania lmao so I would guess it to be a thing you can find across the US. Arequipe is just another name for dulce de leche. I gotta get me and my sweet tooth to Columbia!!

Fic Taglist: @din-damn-djarin, @thirstworldproblemss, @remembertoreadthese

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Golden Boy

Harry Potter x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: You and Harry are friends and about to be something more when he screws it all up. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: angst

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You sighed as you looked around your empty train compartment. Nobody in your house ever wanted to be seen with you or talked to you, you didn’t even think most of them knew you existed. You were an outcast among the outcasts, which was a whole lot of lonely. It was hard enough to be a Slytherin with the bad reputation they have, but to have no friends either? It was just sort of sad really. You were used to it by now though, it had been the same for most of your time at Hogwarts, until recently. Last year, you had started a very surprising friendship with Hogwart’s own Golden Boy, or Harry Potter. 

You had been keeping to yourself when Harry turned up late to one of Professor Snape’s classes and he was forced to sit at the back of the class, the only available seat was next to you. You had felt his uneasiness despite him not saying anything to you so you had leaned over and whispered, “I don’t bite you know.” You then turned your attention back to what Professor Snape was saying, half listening to Harry shifting in his seat, “No, of course I know that, it’s just well, I don’t usually get along with Slytherins.” 

You had nodded, “Yes, I noticed. Neither do I.” Harry didn’t say anything to you in that lesson but the next Potions class, you found your personal space being intruded on by Harry again, despite there being plenty of seats in the class. As a Slytherin, you knew you weren’t really supposed to be talking to Harry, it could get you into a lot of trouble, but you didn’t really care. He was the only one who had made an effort to talk to you so you weren’t going to push him away. For now, anyway. 

It carried on like that for weeks, the two of you whispering to each other every so often, trying not to get caught. Harry had started to grow on you and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. You would seem to spot him everywhere you went, like he couldn’t get out of your head. If you went to the library, ten minutes later, he would be there with his friends. If you headed to the Great Hall early, you’d walk in and he’d be there, looking at the doors as if he was looking for someone but you tried not to make eye contact. If you went to Hogsmeade one weekend by yourself and wandered around the town, you’d find yourself crossing paths with the infamous trio of Gryffindor. 

It wasn’t until just before the summer break when Harry expressed his desire to get to know you more, “Can I give you my address, if you feel like writing to me? Obviously you don’t have to, I just think-” You cut him off by holding out your hand, waiting for him to give you the little piece of paper he had scribbled his address on. Harry hadn’t expected you to write to him, he figured you only took the piece of paper out of politeness. But you did, you wrote to him at least twice a week. Most of what you wrote was just answering his many questions about you and telling him about your day, per his request. You sometimes asked him questions as well but never more than one or two. 

The last letter he had sent was delayed longer than his usual responses so you guessed that he had struggled on whether to send it or not. The letter didn’t say much apart but at the same time, it told you everything. You had decided not to reply to it, given how you both would be returning to school in a couple days anyway. The letter had said; 

Hey (Y/N), 

It’s been really nice to get to know you some more but I can’t help feeling that there might be something more between us. I’m excited to go back to Hogwarts, I’ve missed you, 

Harry. 

You had been shocked from what he said but there was a small part of you that was elated by his words. It was an understatement when you say you don’t get a lot of attention by men or women. You weren’t sure if it was because of your personality, your appearance, or how you seemed to just be invisible. Perhaps it was a mixture of all three. So when Harry’s letter came, you were unsure of how to react, what were you supposed to say? You quite liked your friendship with Harry and you didn’t want it to be ruined by whatever feelings you may have for each other. He was your only friend in a long time and you were conflicted. You decided to not think about it, wanting to wait until you saw Harry to talk to him about it. 

You hadn’t seen Harry at the station or on the train but that wasn’t to say he wasn’t there, he was probably late whereas you liked to be on time or early for everything. You really should’ve been placed in Ravenclaw, like your mother suggested, but you were placed in Slytherin because of how invisible you seemed, it sometimes came across as sneaky and manipulative but really, you were just quiet and patient. You weren’t sure if your life would’ve been better in any of the other houses but it was too late now, you couldn’t go back and beg the Sorting Hat to choose another house like Harry did. 

Finally, you were back in Hogwarts and you were being escorted with other students towards the Great Hall to be welcomed back by Professor Dumbledore. You looked around you and you saw Harry sitting with the Weasley boy and the Hermione. You were acquaintances with her after spending a few study sessions with her in the library, but perhaps even acquaintances was a bit of a stretch since you doubted she remembered your name. Harry had smiled at you and had gone to wave at you until he saw Hermione looking at him and he put his hand down. 

You suddenly didn’t feel okay, you felt a sharp pain in your chest. Why did that hurt? You weren’t expecting him to leap out of his seat and come over to you, but a simple acknowledgement of you was too much? You bit the inside of your cheek to maintain your straight face. After all these years of keeping up your facade, you were not going to break down and cry over a boy in front of all these people. 

It had felt like an eternity before you were finally released to go to your rooms and rest before classes started the next morning. You set out to find Harry, wanting to talk to him about the letter you received and you turned a corner to see Harry talking to Hermione while the Weasley boy stood near them. You leaned against the wall and strained your ear so you could hear what they were saying. You couldn’t help listening in, you never had anyone to talk to so it had become a hobby of yours to overhear other people’s conversations. 

“Harry, why were you looking at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall?” “Huh? Oh it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Hermione wasn’t one for letting things go though and pushed further, “You were looking at that girl weren’t you. Oh what’s her name.. uh-” “(Y/N)” You weren’t sure why you felt a need to smile when you heard Harry say your name. Ignoring the beating in your chest, you continued to listen to what they were saying, “Blimey Harry, don’t tell me you’re trying to get with her?!” That must have been the ginger boy, it definitely wasn’t Harry or Hermione. 

You waited for Harry’s response, “What? Definitely not, I wouldn’t get with someone like her, look at her. She’s just a friend who clearly likes me.” “And you don’t like her back?” You heard Harry scoff, “Obviously not mate, now come on, it feels weird just standing around here.” You heard their footsteps walking away and you checked to see if nobody was around before sliding down onto the floor and letting your tears fall. You were mostly angry with Harry for saying those things but you were upset with yourself for letting you fall for his stupid arse. Of course he wasn’t really interested in you, you had let yourself be fooled and you should be ashamed of yourself. 

You had tried your best to avoid Harry but once classes started and you still had no one to sit with, you realised you were doomed. As you expected, you saw Harry sit himself down in the seat next to you and he smiled at you, “Hey, how are you? Sorry we haven’t had a chance to talk before.” You stayed silent, completely ignoring him and his attempts at small talk. Just knowing he was right there within touching distance was making you angry again and all you wanted to do was hit him. Hit him until he hurt as much as he hurt you. 

He had gotten the message that you didn’t want to talk to him and kept quiet for most of the lesson until it was just before the end and everyone was packing their things up. He lightly grabbed your wrist, “Is this about the letter?” You yanked your hand away from him, your eyes watering as you pulled the letter you’d kept from him out of your pocket and ripped it up in front of him, “You really are stupid, you know that? I deserve more than a coward.” You shoulder barged him out of the way so you could leave the classroom, thankful nobody had paid attention to the little scene you caused. 

You were grateful that Harry didn’t make an effort to sit next to you for any of the other classes, you weren’t sure what you would’ve done if he had. It felt terrible to go back to your old life, talking to no one, sitting by yourself, the only company you had was your own thoughts. The day was soon over and you couldn’t have been more glad to escape to your room, when you were pulled to the side into a corridor by a familiar face you’d hope not to see, “What do you want?” Harry sighed, “I don’t know what I did wrong, I thought everything was good between us?” You scoffed, “Everything was fine before you opened your stupid mouth.” 

Harry frowned in confusion and you couldn’t hold back your tears as you spat out, “I wouldn’t get with her, look at her. She’s just a friend that clearly has feelings for you.” Harry’s face went pale as he realised you had overheard his conversation. You waited for him to say something, anything, but he just stood there. You rolled your eyes at him, “Go find someone else to be ashamed of,” walking away back to your common room, not even tempted to look back at him. 

Had you looked back, you would’ve seen the look on Harry’s face as he finally came to his senses and realised how badly he had screwed things up. This was the most you’d ever talked to him at once and it was because he was being a twat and had ruined something great between you. He wasn’t sure how but he needed to fix things. He wanted you back in his life, he didn’t care how. He would learn how boring things were without you when he no longer had you to talk to during class and he didn’t have any letters from you that he could read before going to sleep, apart from the ones he already had. 

While you had gone back to ignoring him, he spent most of his time staring at you as if he was trying to will you over to him or something. His obvious pining over you was enough to get Hermione’s attention and it wasn’t long before she put all the pieces together. She sighed to herself, normally she wouldn’t have gotten involved in these things but because it was Harry, she wanted to help. 

You had been uncomfortable when you saw Hermione enter the library shortly after you and even more so when you saw her headed towards you. You silently prayed in your head that she was just going to walk straight past you, but no. Hermione sat down next to you and smiled, “Hello,” There was very few reasons why you would have the smartest girl in class sitting next to you and you kept your eyes on your book, “I don’t mean to be rude but there is no reason for you to be sitting there.” Although you weren’t as mean as the other Slytherins, that didn’t mean you were going to be nice to her. 

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Of course there is, you and Harry need to work things out. I know he likes you.” You frowned, “For someone as smart as you, you don’t really seem to know anything at all.” The last thing you wanted today was some girl you barely knew to be sticking her nose into your business. Hermione continued, “Look, I know he said some things he didn’t mean, but he was just trying to protect you. Ron is by far the worst gossip I’ve ever met and if word got out that Harry liked you, then you might become a target.” You said nothing as she spoke. You had never thought of it like that before but he could have told you that, there were a million better ways to tell you that you should keep things secret. 

You closed your book, grabbed your bag and looked at the bushy haired girl, “Fine, where is he?” Hermione smiled, “Quidditch practice, I’ll walk with you.” You didn’t say anything as the two of you walked in silence through the castle. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, why wouldn’t they be? It had been a long time anyone had seen a Slytherin and a Gryffindor together and weren’t fighting. You kept your head held high and chose to ignore them all, of course they chose now to realise you existed. 

When you and Hermione were close to the pitch, she made you stand nearby where no one would see you, “Wait here, I’ll tell him to come over.” You didn’t say anything again but did as she said and waited. You had been waiting for a while and just as you had turned to leave, you heard someone running towards you, “(Y/N)! Wait!” You turned around to look at Harry, crossing your arms over your chest. 

He nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at you, “Funny meeting you here.” You rolled your eyes at his attempt at humour, really Harry? He cleared his throat and continued, “So Hermione told me she talked to you, that’s good. I’m glad you guys are friends,” “We’re not friends, we’re civil.” Harry nodded, “Right, so anyway, I know I messed things up before but do you think there’s a chance we might be able to start over.” You looked at him, watching his expressions, he was like an open book that anyone with a pair of eyes could read. 

He took your silence as your answer and he tried to hide the disappointment and sadness on his face as he turned around. “I see, well, I’ll see you around then.” Just as his back was turned to you, you reached forward and tapped him on the shoulder to get him to face you again. He looked hopeful and you outstretched your hand for him to shake, “I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.” Harry laughed and shook your hand as well, a little harder than intended and you laughed from how much he shook your arm. Harry grinned, that was the first time he ever heard you laugh and he was a little sad to hear you stop. You lightly nudged his shoulder, “You only get one more chance Potter so be careful.” Harry blushed a little and nodded, “You got it, I promise.” You smiled as you walked away from him, never would you have imagined that you’d fall for the Golden Boy. 

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The Testing Kind - Part 5

Author’s Note:  To everyone that has come along on this journey with me, thank you so much!  This is Part 5, the final part of my plus size reader & Loki story. 

Pairing:  Loki x Plus Size Female Reader Warnings:  Scenes of battle, reference to beating/ fighting/ torture, injury, smut and fluff Summary:  Loki was pulled onto a mission after your first time together, leaving the promise of his return.  It’s a test for both of you... will you pass?

"And that's the mission, Rock of Ages."  Tony swiped at the holographic display, closing the file with a wave of his hand.

Steve Rogers eyed the dark god, "Loki?  Questions?"  

"None.  I only hope that I can complete the task quickly and correctly."

Tony, Steve and Natasha looked at each other, skeptical, because Loki seemed so sincere.

"We tag team around here, so we're sending Wanda with you.  She'll meet you at the Quinjet."  Natasha tucked her hands into her jacket, "and Loki, she's in charge."

Eyeing her through an errant strand of hair, Loki nodded, "Of course."

"Let's go.  The faster you start, the sooner you're back… and in the arms of… what's her name?"

Loki snapped his head, practically growling at Tony, "Don't trouble yourself about her."

Hands up in defense, Tony replied, "Easy tiger.  Just offering some incentive."

Toying with the small golden earring in his pocket, Loki looked away from the trio of heroes, "I have plenty of reasons for returning as quickly as possible, without your incentives."

Clapping Loki on the back, Steve offered, "Good Luck.  Nat and I will be on comms.  We'll talk you through."

As the two men stepped away Loki hung back, "Ms. Romanoff?  May I… may I impose on you?"

Natasha faced the god with her almost smile, "Ah… is this about your letter?"

Dropping his head slightly, murmuring, "Yes… it… she… She is very dear to me and I fear that if something were to go wrong, well, she would be uninformed.  I was hoping that you might stay in contact with her?  That is, if you wouldn't mind?"

Natasha found herself at a loss for words.  Loki wasn't interested in friendship or helping.  Usually he paid little or no attention to herself and the other teammates.  But here he was, genuinely asking for assistance, a new trick for the old dog.  

"Yea, ok.  I'll keep her in the loop, if I can, Loki.  You know how sensitive our work is."

Slowly a smile spread across his face, "Of course.  I… honestly can't thank you enough."

Natasha, struck by his happily handsome grin, shrugged, "Don't thank me.  But do me a favor?  Keep an eye on my girl.  Wanda's one of my favorite people.  Make sure she comes home."

He looked over Natasha, as if really seeing her for the first time, "I shall."  When Loki offered Natasha his hand, she shook it.

---

Morning found you.  Bronze light burnished the frame of your window, spilling into your room, casting the place in warmth.  Too bad it didn't reach your heart.

Sighing, you clicked off the alarm.  Today was Tuesday.  Ugh.  

For a variety of reasons, Tuesday was the worst day of the week.  Most people loathe Mondays, getting back into the routine, commuting, catching up.  But Monday had nothing on Tuesday.

Tuesday gave the illusion of being one step closer to the weekend, of freedom, of relaxation.  Lies.  Tuesday was just Monday's little brother.  Only, the traffic was worse.  And if you were going to be honest, this particular Tuesday was harder than most since it marked day ten that Loki had been gone.

You hadn't heard a thing.  

Shuffling to your closet, you grab slacks and a blouse, absently you tug out a striped cardigan sweater.  Willfully you ignore the golden gown that hangs like a depressed ghost of prom nights past.  It hurts your heart to think about that night… and him.

The morning after your tryst, pleasantly sore and soaring, you clung to the memories of his strong hands and talented tongue.  Imagining the things you could've, would've said if Tony Freakin' Stark hadn't intruded, well, it was enough to make tears of frustration form.

Then one day became two.  And two was suddenly ten.  

With each day it was harder to hold onto the power of your few nights together.  His raven's wing hair, dusting over your shoulders during a kiss.  Lips which teased one minute and tasted the next.  A mind that zigged and zagged.

Oh god, you thought.  When you had told Loki that loving him would be the end of you, you imagined tears and heartbreak because of his negligence.  Because of cruel behavior and callous words.  If you had only known that having him for a handful of nights and then losing him would be this difficult… Fingering the earring, your half of the set, tears well in your eyes.  Tucking the gold into your pants pocket, you brush an errant tear off your cheek.  Shaking your head, you cursed at yourself.  "I would do it all again.  No question."  

---

Work, work, work.  You threw yourself into it, knowing of no better outlet for your emptiness.  And, the busier you look the longer you could hide in your office, undisturbed.

A knock on your door made you jump, "Sorry!  Didn't mean to scare you!"  Nicky, the intern, curator of coffee, and general awesome human chuckled.

Hand over your arrhythmic heart, "Oh!  God, it's ok!  What's up?"

"There's a… Ms. Romanoff here.  Asking for you.  Want me to send her in?"

You know that name.  That's an Avenger, but not your Avenger.  Mouth dry in fear, you nod.  The knot in your gut, growing unchecked for ten days tightens, and you mentally prepare yourself for whatever news your visitor might provide.

Luckily, you sound smoother than you feel as you rise with a pointed smile, "Ah, Ms. Romanoff?  Lovely to meet you."  You have a firm shake but your red headed guest could squeeze your bones to dust.  She doesn't, but you're aware of her strength upon contact.

"It's nice to meet you too.  May I?"  Sitting pleasantly, Natasha settles into the chair opposite yours, curiously glancing around your office.

Grabbing the bull by the horns, "You're not here with happy news, I take it."

Impressed by your tactic, Natasha tilts her pretty head, "Not bad, per se.  We… we lost communications three days ago."

Your smile tensed, "I see."

"I don't believe there's anything to worry about.  Personally, I think they're just fine."

"They?  You mean, he's not alone?"  For some reason this idea gives you hope.  Knowing that if Loki is in trouble, he has someone with him, even if it can't be you… well that's a relief.  Minor, but still something.

Realizing too late that she might have over shared, Natasha covers, "Yes.  He… has a partner."

"That's… good.  I am grateful for that."

Silence sits between you.  There are so many questions you would like to ask.  Natasha can tell that you're barely holding on, and maybe that's why she volunteers, "Loki… he asked me to keep you… informed."

You offer a sad, small smile, "I am sure he did."

"You… you aren't what I expected.  For Loki, I mean."

Raising your eyebrows, "I believe you know that Loki isn't big on meeting others expectations."

Natasha remembering his sincerity about doing a good job, getting back fast, "Well, you should know how… different he has been lately.  Polite, almost friendly, a team player.  And, having met you, I think I understand why."

"How wonderful for you and the… team.  To finally see him in a positive light."

The acid in your voice makes Natasha sit forward, a tad defensive, after all, "Let's be clear.  He did…"

Raising your hand, you stop her.  "Please.  If you don't mind, Ms. Romanoff, I would rather not rehash his past… not with you... not when I have no idea if I'll ever see him again."  

Appraising you, Natasha can see how you and Loki would be a good balance for each other.  She can tell that you’re not a push over, and you’re clearly not impressed by Natasha’s prowess or strength.  You're not a space god, but there's something other about you, that like Loki, you had a touch of imposed loneliness marking you as different.  Nodding crisply after deciding that she liked you, Natasha stood, "Right.  Listen, if you want, you should come by the tower tonight.  I could give you an update.  You can meet some of Loki's... co-workers."

"I will… consider it.  Thank you, Ms. Romanoff, truly."  You mean it, sincerely, even through your unexpressed emotions.

Shaking your hand again, "You're welcome."  As she walked away, Natasha couldn't shake the feeling that she had once again done more harm than good.  She had upset you, leaving you worse that when she found you, and all over Loki.  Sometimes life was like that, she thought.  Turning your villains into heroes.

---

You out stayed everyone else in your department.  There was no reason not to.  For the millionth time that day you checked your phone, hoping to see some sign from You Know Who, only to be disappointed once more.

Natasha… Ms. Romanoff, she had offered her help, the help of the Avengers.  Perhaps stopping by would be good.  Maybe, in the six or so hours since she'd left your office there had been some word, some change that would signal Loki's coming back.  And, truthfully, it's not like you had anything better to do.

The walk was short and for that you were grateful.  It didn't give your mind a chance to spin out more theories on what was keeping your mystic mischief maker away.  True to her word, Natasha had provided clearance credentials at the security desk on the first floor, and in moments you were on the mirrored elevator, rising towards the living quarters at The Avengers Tower.

The doors opened onto a lounge like living room, complete with a fully stocked bar, low couches and dim lighting.  "Hello?"  You swore there was an echo in this huge chamber.

"Um… hi?"  Captain Fucking America.  He looked even more surprised than you did, which, upon seeing the super soldier up close and personal was saying something.

"Hi… Natasha said…"  

Smiling warmly, Steve bobbed his head, "You're Loki's… friend.  She told me you might stop in."

He has kind eyes, you thought absently, before getting down to the business at hand.  "Yes.  Well, I was hoping that there was… I don't know, an update?  Some information… really, any changes since this afternoon."

Steve stroked a hand along the back of his neck.  He hated giving bad news, particularly to pretty women, it soured his stomach since lying wasn't really in his skill set.  "I… uh… I don't think…"

"Cap!  We got something!  Looks like the Quinjet is landing in five.  Bring Little Miss Reindeer Games with you."  It was Tony's voice but it boomed through the room, startling you, from some high tech intercom system.  

Steve, answering out loud to no one, "Yea.  Ok."

You must have looked terrified because he offered his arm, saying, "Looks like you're Loki's lucky charm.  Come with me, we'll see what Nat and Tony can tell us."

You were glad of his support.  The whole environment of this place was bizarre to you.  Wary of all the technology buzzing about, confused by cross hallways and stairwells, you would have been lost in minutes.  But if this maze brought Loki to you, then your forfeited comfort would have been well spent.

Chatting casually, the man known as Captain America was struggling to make small talk.  First, it was incredibly clear that you had almost no interest in what he had to say, and Steve didn’t blame you.  Your worry was apparent.  Second, your heart was thundering so loudly in your chest that you could hardly hear his soft words.  Yet, Steve kept at it, soothingly stringing together sentences as he guided you through the tower.

Each step brought you closer to the communication hub glowing softly with the light of computer screens.  Natasha spotted you first, a small wave of welcome greeting you, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.  Immediately you knew something was not right.

"Natasha?  What's wrong?"  You willed the panic out of your voice.  Keep cool, little dove.  These days the voice in your head sounds a lot like Loki's, calming and strong.

Tony answered, "Looks like there were… complications.  But both Loki and Wanda are on the jet and landing in seconds."

Your mouth is cotton filled as you ask, "What type of complications?"  A look passed between Tony and Steve.  One that said damage and blood were on their way home.

Vibrations radiated through the tower as the Quinjet landed.  Following the team, you hurried behind them, eager to see exactly what was coming off the transport ship.  Arriving just as the doors depressurized, sliding open on Wanda, bruised but standing, supporting a struggling Loki.

"LOKI!"  Bursting out of you, his name an explosion of emotion, you pushed closer to his side.

Lifting his head with effort, "Little dove?  How?"

But by then you were in front of him, shouldering his height away from Wanda, letting him lean on you fully.  There was blood, old and dried on his handsome face.  Bruises, livid purple, iris blue, blossoming on his chest, across his cheek, blackening one eye.  The leather armor he wore was ripped in places, scuffed and scored in others.  

Delicately, you husked, "Jesus, Loki… Jesus."

Steve moved to help you, but you leveled him with a withering look.  "Don't!  Don't any of you touch him.  Loki, I have you babe!"  

"Listen… you're upset kid, we get it."

Snapping your head his way, you practically growled, "With all due respect, Mr. Stark, kindly shut the fuck up."  

Natasha froze, arms around Wanda.  Steve's face was masked in shock.  You might have clocked Tony's expression at being sworn at by a full figured female, but at that moment Loki sagged against you.  A blatant reminder that he needed care, quickly.  

"Steve?  Natasha?  Where?  Where do I take him?"  Strangely, you weren't panicked.  No, you were pissed.  Here was Loki, alive but weak, draped over you and holding back his weight in an effort to help you help him.  It was clear that they didn't get it.  How could they, you thought?  To them, Loki, your Loki was expendable.  Hell, they didn't even know your Loki.

Already on the move, Steve held the door for you as Loki limped at your side.  "Follow me, ok?"

"Thank you, Steve…"

As he led you through a tangle of corridors, Loki brokenly whispered to you, "Am I dreaming or did you tell Tony to fuck off?"

Laughing through the efforts of half dragging Loki, "I didn't think you heard me..."

Loki started to smile, but it flattened into a painful grimace with a deep groan.  "Hang on babe, we're almost there."

Deliriously, Loki rolled his head toward you, "You are really here, right dearest?"

"I'm here.  I've got you."  Steve had stepped into Loki's quarters, bracing the door so that you could maneuver Loki inside.  It's sparse but clean, you notice at a glance, while steering your charge to his bed.  Loki rolls onto the sheets with a sigh, grabbing his side, curling into the pain.  Dropping down beside him, you press a hand to his forehead, like a nervous mother, fretful over Loki's discomfort.

"Um… anything else you need?"  Trying to be helpful, the Captain obviously nervous, asked.

"First aid kit?  Ice?"  Your eyes never leave Loki, your tiny hands wrapped around one of his, the words a gentle exhale.

"Both will be in his kitchenette.  And, I'll keep close by… just in case something comes up."

Thankfulness shines in your eyes when you raise them, "Captain… Steve.  I really appreciate your help.  Truly."  Rising, you brush a soft kiss across Loki's temple, moving towards the materials you are going to need.  

Lingering just another moment Steve watches you find the supplies, then wash your hands.  A part of him is happy, elated, that Loki has found a woman willing to stand up for him.  To tell Tony Stark to shut up, which he has never seen anyone do before, was ballsy.  That sassiness born of grit, determination, and genuine love… Steve can appreciate.

But there's another part of him green with jealousy.  The care you've shown, the worry, the relief at Loki's being alive, even if broken.  Steve is envious of all of it, how could he not be?  When he shuts the door, head down, it's with conflicted feelings.

You hardly register his going.  With full focus on Loki, you're back beside him in a flash.  Taking time to lay out the bandages, a bowl of warm water, clean towels, and some ice, "Loki… honey… you with me?"

"Yes…"

"I need to take all this… gear off of you.  I need to see where you're hurt.  Can… can you help me?"

Fluttering his blue eyes open, Loki focuses on you with obvious difficulty.  "Of course.  Help me sit up?"

With your aid Loki gingerly moves into a seated position and shows you where the fasteners for his chest plate separate.  Once it's off you wince at the sick rainbow of discoloration painted on Loki's core.  Contusions and cuts make it look as though your god had been chewed on then spit back out again.  His eye is ringed in black and his top lip is split.  Somehow it makes Loki look more handsome, if a little worse for the wear, "Pants next."

"I'm afraid I'll need some assistance there, dear."  And relief flowed through at the teasing sound of Loki's voice.  It wasn't as strong as you'd have liked, but that antagonizing, playful tone was there.  A nervous laugh bubbled out of you, "I would love to get you out of those pants, Loki."

And you did.

---

Loki sighed pleasantly at the feel of warm water washing over his face.  Taking the time to scrub away the grime and blood that caked him, Loki lost himself in your touch. Your voice was just as soothing, softly singing as you worked, hypnotizing him.  He was so happy to be home and with you.  

Panic stricken, Loki suddenly struggled to sit up, upsetting the water bowl with a splash.  He heard your surprise, "Loki?  What?  What in the world?"

"My pants… I need my pants."

"Ok… ok… just lay back down.  I'll get them."

"The pocket.  It's in the pocket."  

"What's… Oh. Loki…"  Hearing your voice change, Loki knows that you found it without opening his eyes.  "I told you I'd return it."  But then sleep blissfully washes over him and Loki finally rests.

It's your earring, a little warped, missing a stone, but back with its mate just the same.

---

Nothing is broken.  Just beaten and battered.  You clean all the cuts, covering the deepest in antiseptic cream and a bandage.  The worst of it is on his left side.  It looks like he was hit repeatedly there very hard, the skin raised, mottled black and green.  You've iced it down in timed intervals, watching the swelling and checking for any signs of internal pain.  

Loki, during one of his most alert moments, told you that he'd be fine by morning.  That his abilities included self healing.  It's the only reason you hadn't rushed him to the hospital. 

"Lay with me, little one.  It will help."

"Just let me rinse this out and I will..."

He can track you by sound.  Rattling around in his kitchen, padding back to his bedside, rummaging in your purse.  "Darling?"

Your fingers fluttering over his chest, reassuring Loki that you're near, "I'm gonna shuck these trousers.  Give me a second."

"Hmm… yes, get naked."

You reward him with your rich laugh, "Not naked.  Almost naked.  You're hurt, remember?"

"It's becoming a distant memory."

"Uh huh…"  You don't sound convinced, but that's alright, Loki is feeling stronger.  His body, with enough down time, recovers swiftly.  And by the time you slide under the covers, laying at his side, he can roll to you without muttering pained curses.

Throwing an arm over you, Loki pulls you close enough that your noses brush together.  "You haven't kissed me hello."

Rubbing a hand over his tender abraded cheek, you husk, "Well, you weren't exactly up for it when you stumbled off the jet."

Loki tilts his head, silently acknowledging that truth, swallowing hard, "I missed you, love."

Whispering your reply, "You have no idea how much I missed you, Loki."

He knows your hesitation has more to do with his being banged up than anything else, so Loki starts slowly.  The softest of smooches, lips gazing against each other, relearning the plump fullness of your mouth.  Taking shameless advantage of the sugared sigh you emit, Loki swipes his tongue across the barrier of your lips, sampling your sweetness.

There were days during his mission where he knew, with a mortal certainty, that he would never kiss you again.  Cold, beaten and bound, Loki's magic rendered useless by a combination of sorcery and violence so intense that he had almost given up.  Then he'd felt it.  The firm push of that gold hoop, digging into his hip due to the awkward angle of his confinement, branding itself into his skin.  

And his mind centered on the image of you, dressed in gold, floating across the sidewalk, striding towards him with a sassy smile.  

During his torturous interrogation, tied to a chair, bloodied and broken, they got nothing out of him.  Because his mind was in your kitchen, smelling of garlic and tomatoes, and your lavender soap.  He was kissing your shoulder, bare and round, far from the hurt in his physical body.

Now that he was actually back here, with you in his arms, Loki was not about to waste a second.  Suddenly ravenous with need for you, the kiss changed from confectionery delight to spicy indulgence in a span of seconds.  Raw with need, Loki wrapped you in his arms with no plans on releasing you.  

Escaping his embrace with a sigh allowed him unchecked access to the column of your throat.  Blazed in his hot kisses, the trail of his passion snaked down to the collar of your button up shirt, now acting as pajamas,  "Please darling… I… I need you."

He didn't hear your reply, instead you shifted, tugging the top over your head and tossing it on his floor with a gentle thud.

Loki now lay between your legs, hard and hot and naked.  The barrier of your panties was the only thing keeping him out of you, and for now, that was alright.  He had other areas to focus on.

One long fingered hand cupped your chin, turning you to face him in the early morning dark, holding you still as his mouth found yours once more.  Finding your full and free breasts, Loki palmed them both, kneading your flesh in circles.  Dropping his head, licking over the stiffened peak of your nipple, your groan is music to his ears.  Flicking his tongue against your pebbled skin, you writhe beneath him, his cock rubbing deliciously into your cotton covered core.  Sucking your tender bud into his warm mouth, teeth barely biting down, has you cutely cursing, "Damn Loki!  Oh, fuck… that feels so good!"

Humming around you, Loki shifts his attention to your unattended breast, somehow more sensitive than the first.  Your responsive body, as needy as his, arches into Loki's as if asking him to soothe away the loss of the last ten days.  His hungry mouth complies.

Relishing the silky smooth feel of your skin, Loki caresses you from breast bone to hip, in long strokes.  Before long he's kneading your fabric clad ass cheeks, lifting your pelvis in an effort to rid you of your panties. 

"Just… just rip them off, Loki." You demand, panting.  In response Loki growls like a feral animal, his fingers tracing over the waistband of your undies, playing with the elastic just to tease you.  Pulling the flimsy fabric down, exposing the roll of your tummy, the top of your mound, Loki licks in a long hot line.  "I'm not going to rip these off, little dove.  They're quite fetching on you and I dare say, rather costly."

Stretched over your wide thighs, your panties are digging into you, blocking your pleasure.  "Loki, please…!"  He loves hearing you beg just a little.  Loki's learning how hard it is for you to give in, to be seen as weak, not in control.  Even now, naked and mewling in pleased tones, you're giving Loki orders.

"I can always buy new ones."  He hears your whine, husky and huffing, and answers with a laugh.

"No need, little dove."  

In a gold glimmer, Loki's magic has bared you to his eagle eyed gaze.  And since he still has unfinished business with your body, Loki slips a finger into your depths without warning.

Shuddering at the warm, wet shelter of your sheath, Loki strokes deeper, his palm curling against you, mirroring the slope of you.  Wrapping your hands around his wrist, trying to control him, Loki smirks at your eagerness, the raspy way you cry his name.  Feeling your inner walls shiver, Loki adds another digit, stretching you.  "I wish you could see yourself, darling.  Open and trembling.  So wet and wanting… and the best part?  It's all for me."

Loki heard your fevered moan, saw you toss your head as your pleasure peaked.  But the feel of it, the gentle flow of your nectar over his hand, the suctioned grip of your internal muscles, "Gods, Little Dove!"  It was almost too much for him, at least from this distance.  Leaning over to capture your mouth, Loki kisses you thoroughly, absorbing your shocked sigh when his fingers leave your core.  Peering down at you, Loki watches your eyes widen as he licks your favor off his digits, "Sweet as honey."

---

"Really, Loki?  Really?"  You playfully push against him, making him lie on his back while you rest on your side, goofy giggles filling the quiet.

Chest rumbling with laughter, "Can't be helped, love.  You taste divine."  Yanking on you, you let Loki draw you into another kiss, as your hands wander feather light over his chest.  Tangling them in his sparse chest hair, trailing touches over his taut stomach, you skim the cut of his hip, careful to avoid his bumps and bruises.  Kneading the meat of his thigh, you rise up on your knees, "My turn!"

Cocking his head, Loki questioned, "Turn?"

"Yea… I haven't had the pleasure of tasting you."

"For the simple reason that you are honey and vanilla and female scented.  A confection to be nibbled on.  I…"  he paused, rubbing his thumb over your plump bottom lip, "am a bitter, sour thing."

"Why don't you let me try for myself?"

Settling between his splayed legs, you reach for him without hesitation, earning a hiss from Loki.  Resting a firm hand on his shoulder, you kiss him slowly, saying, "Just lay back.  Let me take care of you, alright?"

Stroking his steel hardness makes your mouth water.  Taking your time, licking over his impossible length, you swipe your tongue along the stiff ridge of his desire.  Circling the rouge tinted head of his cock, growling low, "Dove…"  It's meant as a warning, but you raise an eyebrow and take Loki into the rose round of your mouth.  You feel him jump at the combined efforts of your spit soaked hand and juicy jaws.  For you, it's like worship.  Kneeling in front of your man, returning to him the pleasure he has given you.   

Loki is lucky because tonight's oral exercise is all about feeling good.  You control your breath as Loki raises his hips, timing his ups with your downs, losing more of himself to your willing, waiting mouth.  Happily, you hum around him when he asks in a guttural groan, "Having fun, kitten?"  

Weaving his hands through your hair, Loki guides you over him twice more, stuttering, "Oh, Gods!" And you lift off him with a pop as he comes apart in your hands with a loud, satisfied sigh.

Once you are sure that Loki is spent, shivering slightly, you press one extra kiss to his inner thigh.  Slithering up beside him, Loki cuddles you to his chest as his breath evens out post climax.  Branding a kiss hotly to your forehead, "Wow… that was… something, darling."

Humming a low laugh, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Chuckling, Loki answered, "Not at all.  The opposite in fact.  It was… therapeutic."

Knowing you could bring a god such bliss felt amazingly feminine and startling fierce.  As if you were the goddess, powerful and strong, not a mild mannered Midgardian.  Mentally you congratulate yourself on a job well done, snuggling into your pillow.

It's quiet in the room as Loki draws runes on the expanse of your back, your short leg curled over his long one.  You're nestled in the crook of his shoulder, one ear over his heart, an arm draped over his middle protectively.  "Loki?"

"Hmm… yes?"

"Are you… ok?  Really?"  Curious but not wanting to push, you tested the waters, hopeful that Loki felt comfortable enough to talk it out.

"Yes… it was… a tough mission.  But, I am alright.  Are you?"

"With you home, now… yes."

Threading your fingers in his, Loki sighs, "Home.  I haven't had a proper one for some time."

"Home is wherever I'm with you…"

"What's that?"

"Song lyrics… One of my favorites actually.  Billy Joel…"

"Play it for me?"

Surprised by his interest, "Yea?"

"Please?"

"Ok… sure."  Climbing out of bed, you grab your phone, flashing through screens until you find the requested song.  It's not long, but it speaks to you, and Loki asks you to play it again.

"He gets it."  Loki decides, spooning you from behind, his arms twined over yours.

"Hmm… I know, right?"  Snuggling into your man's warmth, under the plush blankets, sleep was starting to creep into your voice.

"You feel like home to me, my love."  He croons into the curve of your ear with a kiss.

Smiling, you agree, "Home is wherever I'm with you, Loki."

---

Waking up in Loki's arms is a joy!  You are fully surrounded by him.  The scent, the heat, the feel of Loki wrapped you in bubble of care that you hadn't realized was possible in a partner.

Stirring behind you, he squeezes you to his chest tightly, "Morning, love."

"Hmmm… Good Morning…"

"Sleep well?"  Loki's morning voice is bass deep as it strums across your ear.

Stretching against him, your round rump rubbing along all of Loki's angles, "Yes… you?"

"Very well, thanks to you."  His hand caresses you from knee to hip, from hip to rib, stopping at the swell of your tummy.

Moving to lie on your back, Loki rests on one shoulder, looking down at you.  With a resigned sigh, "You're going to hate hearing this…"

Slightly panicked, your eyes wide, "What?"

"You are gorgeous in the morning."  Loki used one long finger, tracing a line down your nose, parting your lips, and lifting your chin.  But he didn't stop there.  Circling your still naked nipple, Loki teased it, twisting until your bud was straining for more contact.

Reaching for him, you pull Loki down for a kiss, his split lip almost healed completely.  Your tongue licking into his mouth, grazing his sharp white teeth, starving for more.  His hand molds to your mound, fingers parting your center, "I find that I can't get enough of you…"

With a shared breath you agree, "Sames… sames, so hard." And you share another giggle the way naughty children do.  

Tangling his hair, Loki's hand caresses inside of you with a thrust and your back lifts from the bed. Searing hot kisses along your jaw, your clavicle, the roundness of your breasts, distract from his idle hand, not moving, just abiding in your cleft.  You can't help your hips, they circle, riding Loki's intrusion as if it were his heavy cock, "I wonder if you will always be so eager for me, pet."  Crooning into your ear, serenading you sinfully, Loki continues, "You feel like the finest velvet, pulsing around my fingers, pulling me deeper into you.  Those fluttering muscles of yours… they miss my body don't they?  So soon and already you belong to me… you should cum, little dove."

Shaking your head, roughly panting, "You too… come with me."

Darkly laughing, "Oh no.  This is a prize… you earned this with your loving attention to me… and your crass words for Tony."  Lowering his voice to a wolfish whisper, "Does this help?"

Separating his fingers, stretching your tunnel, Loki rubbed against the tender tissue in circles.  Applying pressure to your delicate bundle of nerves with his thumb, Loki, nuzzling your neck, nips your collarbone.  Mewling as you bite your lip, you bend towards your torrid tormentor, hungry for more, sore and tired yet still wanting.  Without warning, he curled his digits upward, your body his plaything.

"Loki!"  

Shuddering his name, that boyish smile growing, "I can tell how much you like that… ask me how, love."

"How… how do you know?"

"There are a million little ways… but the most telling?  How hot your skin is… you are rosy pink from pleasure, kitten.  A shade that looks great on you."

His hushed tone hangs over you.  The words tightening the chord of your arousal.  Loki peers at you, memorizing your motions, his thumb stroking against your fleshy pearl.

"Are you going to cum, my pet?  Let yourself go.  For me.  Please!"

There's a firm knock on Loki's door, yet he never breaks your connection.  "Ignore it.  Cum for me.  Now, darling."

Through the barrier, Steve's even voice calls, "Loki?  If you're up… uh… we need to… debrief.  Should've happened last night actually.  Loki?"

Directed at you, a gingerly issued order,  "Look at me kitten.  Do it, give yourself to it."

Your eyes lock to his even as you hear, "What should I tell Tony?  And Fury?  Are you coming?"

Urging you on, hand working on getting you off, Loki bobs his head, encouraging your release.  Snapping through you in a bone shaking flash, one word escapes you, loud and clear, "Cumming!"

From the other side of Loki's bedroom door you hear, "Great.  I'll let them know you're both on your way down."

---

Loki felt like a new man.  A successful, if complex, mission accomplished.  Wounds and bruises on the right side of healing.  You, here, hugged tight to his side.  

If he let himself enjoy any of it, Loki would be a happy man.  But you were already getting out of bed.  "No.  Please, pet?  Let's stay here… away from all the… nonsense."

A hand landed on your naked hip as you stomped, "Loki… where are my panties?"

"I'll never tell."

"Fine.  I'll go commando."

As you start pulling on your pants, the same from yesterday, Loki rolls onto his back.  To the ceiling, "I would rather stay in bed, making you moan those delightful little sounds of yours, than attend a meeting."

Almost fully dressed, leaning over him, "You should've thought about that before you became an Avenger, babe."  Your lips hover above Loki's, pausing, making him wait.  Snaking his arms around you, ever impatient, he took the kiss from you with a smirk.

"Fine.  I'll get up.  But, you'll stay, right?"

He can hear the sense of shock in your voice, surprised at his asking, but you answer, "If you want me too.  Of course."

Unwavering, "I want you to."

Biting on that lip of yours, Loki sees you nod, and it's enough to get him out of bed.

---

"There better be tea in here."  You don't want to grouse but there are just some things you need to start the day off right.

Loki's led you to the deluxe kitchen at the hub of the Tower, en route to a conference room, "Help yourself, dove.  I'll be back."  It's a central meeting place, hosting every possible convenience, appliance and snack known to man.  Eyes lighting on a collection of mugs and jars of loose leaf, you almost squeal, but stifle that impulse as Tony saunters in, coffee cup in hand.

"Good morning, kid.  Can I call you that?  Or are you gonna swear at me again?"

It's hard not to roll your eyes.  "Listen, Mr. Stark…"

Holding up a hand to stop you, "You want him, you got him.  I just hope you know what you're buying."  

Pouring scalding water into your mug, you open a jar of English Breakfast, filling the diffuser.  Tony's leaning back on the counter, eyeing you, curious and cautious.  "Milk is…"

"In the fridge?  Thanks."  Grabbing the carton for a splash, you look over Iron Man, shutting the door with a snap.

"He's dangerous.  I mean, you know that right?  Like, psycho-murderer energy."

Sipping your brew, sighing at the soft flavor, you savor the moment before responding.  "We are all dangerous."

Lifting his brows with a loud exhale, "Some more than others.  I don't find you particularly threatening, as, ya know, an example."

Another swallow, a shallow nod, "You don't know me."

"And Loki does?"

"Yea.  He does.  And, so you know, since we're besties, you and I… I fight for my people."

"Uh huh… and in two weeks Reindeer Games has become your people?"

Setting your mug down gently, shaking your head, "No… no.  In two weeks Loki has become my person."

His own cup clinks onto the granite, "Wait.  You're telling me that this… that you two… that you love Loki?"

"Is that so shocking?"

Crossing his arms over the illuminated reactor on his chest, Tony stammers, truly lost for words.  "Yea… kind of.  You seem smart, but I guess appearances are deceiving."

This makes you laugh, hard.  "Mr. Stark, I don't know what you think about me… and this is the truly important part… I don't care.  You can hate me, like me, doesn't matter.  But Loki… have a care about what you say.  Because I may look like a… fat house cat, but trust me when I tell you, I have claws, Mr. Stark.  Sharp and stinging, and if you come for Loki, know that you come for me too."

If Tony was going to continue, he decided against it, as Loki strolled up to you in that moment.  Wrapping an arm around your waist and a hand on your nape, he pulled you into a deep, showy kiss that lasted a bit too long.  "Hmm… English Breakfast, your favorite."

"I might barf."

Turning to Tony, as if only just registering his presence, Loki grinned.  "Thank you for entertaining my lady.  I appreciate it."

Looking at you, Tony stared, "Uh… yea.  No problem."

Ushering you from the kitchen, Loki's hand on your lower back, you both paused when Tony pushed himself to standing.  "Rock of… uh… Loki?"

"Yes?"

"Um… good work.  You… you did good.  I didn’t know you had it in you."  With a harsh stare at Tony you answered, “I did.” 

---

Loki hadn't overheard the whole conversation with Tony.  But he'd heard enough.  And what he had heard made his heart swell with love.

Fearless.  Protective.  Strong.  And his.  

"Where are we going now?"

Holding open the elevator door, Loki smiles at you, "I am famished.  How about food… then I take you home?"

"Food, yes… but, I don't want to… Loki, you can't just take me home.  Not after everything.  I want to be with you, ok?"  Loki senses the small bubble of your panic, the idea that he will leave you behind, alone again after such a long absence.  As the doors slide closed, Loki tucks you into his side, marveling at your capacity to undo him.  "Who said I wouldn't be staying?  I figured you could use a shower, a change of clothes… your creature comforts."

He can't help his half smile as you open and close your mouth, soundlessly, struggling to find a response.  "Darling, you look like a fish.  Out with it?"

Teasing you breaks the spell and he idolizes the way you scrunch your eyes at him.  Loki knows it's pretend toughness.  "So, you think you can just stay with me… that I'll open my doors to you, no questions asked, Odinson?"

Why did it sound so lovely to be Odin's son when she said it like that?  It was enough to make Loki forget about his adoptive father's less favorable qualities.  Almost.

Tipping your chin, total trust in your face, Loki swiped a kiss over your pouty lips.  "I think you will… I think you'll let me stay with you."

Softer now, husky from the intimacy of the hold, "Oh you do, huh?  Why's that?"

"Because I love you.  And you love me."

Your eyes widen, doe like, at the casual truth of it.  Loki, space god and almost hero, honest to goodness loved you.  And even though you didn’t want to, you felt the same way.

"What was that?"

Nudging you with his chin, "You heard me, little dove."

You stepped away from Loki in an effort to see him better.  Appraising his attitude, searching his pure flame blue eyes for truth.  "Ah… I did.  And you're… serious?"

"I have never lied to you.  I don't plan on starting now."

"Good.  Because, you're right.  I love you."

Smirking, "I knew it."

---

"Darling!  Where is the damned clicker?  I can't find the bloody thing and it's too loud!"

Rising from your balcony perch, padding through the library, you snatch the remote off the end table before lowering the music's volume.  Loki's standing in the kitchen you share, cell phone crimped between ear and shoulder.  "Yea… yes, of course.  Please.  Bring her, yes!  Certainly."

Elbows on the counter, your sweatshirt barely covering your exposed bosom, you mouth "who is it?"

"Steve" is Loki's silent response.  Then he sees your beautiful bounty on display and stares with unbridled lust.  "Yes.  Of course Steve.  Listen, gotta run, but see you tonight.  Thanks!"

"You got rid of him awfully fast.  How is the Captain?"

But he doesn't answer you.  Instead, Loki grabs your hands and brings you around the island.  Once you're in front of him, he slides those Godly paws under your top and over your bra, reaching around to unhook it.  "Loki… we don't have time for this…" 

It's a half-hearted warning.  You could never tire of his wanting you.  And luckily, Loki never seemed to tire, period.

Holding your wide hips in his hands, Loki starts bargaining, "I'll be quick.  I promise."  

"Hmm… ok.  Last one naked has to buy the first drink!"

---

"I'll have two gin and tonics, please and thank you."  Loki smiles at you in the bar's mirror waiting for you to deliver his cocktail.  For a split second you flash back to the night you met him, two lost souls, adrift in a dive bar, flirting in the mirror.  

As you wait for the drinks, you watch him rise and make his way towards you, with a sense of deja vu.  The table is filled with Avengers, only this time, Loki is joking with Thor as he leaves the table.  Steve shakes his hand as they pass.  It makes you smile to see the changes in your God.  Loki's eyes, blue and bright, catch yours in the reflection.  "Dove… I know what you're thinking."

"You do?  Tell me, trickster."

Leaning next to you, Loki hums, "The night we met… when I saw the most beautiful creature in the galaxy stride into a bar.  She caught my eye in a mirror… and has never let go."

He brushes his tender lips across your knuckles, holding your hand, proud to be with you.

Blushing, you nod, "That night… well, it changed my life."

"Mine too.  You know, I have been thinking, darling."

Sliding the bartender your cash, you listen to Loki, curious.  "You have?"

"Yes… You see, I think you're the best teammate I could ever have."

Arching an eyebrow, you sip your gin, "Loki… I am no Avenger.  You know Tony and I are tenuous, at best."

Collecting your change after leaving a ridiculously large tip, Loki nodded.  "True… but I was thinking about creating my own team."

Swallowing the cold cocktail, "Like your own superhero squad?"

"No… something smaller, a team of two.  We'd be called “The Odinsons”."

"Oh!  Just you and Thor?  It's clever but…"

"Little dove."  Something in his voice stills you.  The look on Loki's face is one you haven't seen before.  Hope, love and a touch of… fear?  They all fight for a place in his light eyes as he looks down at you.

"Loki?"

"Be my teammate, my partner… my wife?"  He's on his knee, holding a tiny black box and his breath.

Your own breath leaves you.  Heart pounding, you take the impossibly small box from Loki's hand, nodding your head.  "Yes… oh Loki!  YES!  Of course!!"

Tears stream down your cheeks as your God rises.  Taking you in his arms, Loki kisses you like there is tomorrow, and tonight there's only you two.  Surrounded by friends old and new, all the tests that you and Loki have endured brought you here, to each other.

---

In bed, Loki's body still tied to yours, you kiss his nose with a chuckle.  "I love you, Loki."

"I love you, my darling dove…"

You sense a but… "but?"

Sighing as he removes himself, Loki lifts your chin, "Always zigging, never zagging.  You make it hard for a man like me, you know?"

"What does that mean?  I'm marrying you, Odinson… what else am I missing?"

Loki looks at the ceiling, not at you, "Did you even look at your ring?"

"Of course!  It's beautiful."

Laughing, "Little liar!  Turn on the light."

With a frustrated sigh, you click on the lamp, examining your engagement ring.  Loki hears the sound you make, it's between a squeal and a groan, and then your shoulders shake as the crying starts in earnest.

Gathering you to him, "See.  I knew you missed it in all the excitement.  Do you like it, my darling?"

How you overlooked it, you're not sure, but there, wrapped around your finger as evidence of Loki's love is a gold band, studded with two lines of tiny emeralds, one straight, one bent.  

Tracing over the curved row, "I brought this one back to you, like you told me too."

"And I kept mine with me all that time, Loki, hoping, praying, begging for you to come back."

"I know… and now, dearest, now, they can never be separated, this perfect pair."

----------- The End -------------

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[nelvana]

In which the dreams are nightmares

First [ARC 1]: In which the human is transformed First [ARC 2]: In which a present is prepared Next: In which the god of space is fought Previous: In which there is one last break

Warning! This chapter has descriptions of body horror! Reader discretion is advised.

    The way forward was quiet as the group walked together through the dark corridors of Palkia’s home. The long stretch of cavern that only went one way almost felt as though it went on forever. They all knew that Palkia themself, Primal Palkia, awaited them at the end of all this. That eventually they would make it to the end of this all, for one final fight. And that could only add to the feeling of going too fast and yet too slow.

    Finally though, Ceebee told them that they were nearly there.

    “In fact…” Ceebee went on, “Dialga is close too. They still aren’t in the same place, but the path must diverge slightly soon.”

    “What about the Lake Guardians?” Alex asked, quickening his pace, which had been uncharacteristically slow before, to stand beside the celebi.

    “…They’re with Dialga. As is the ditto. I suspect they’re guarding them,” Ceebee answered, antennae flicking slightly as she spoke.

    “So, should we fight them and get Dialga first, or go straight to Palkia?” Tsuki asked next, shaking her head afterwards as if ridding it of more dirt, despite no more of the specks falling out of her mane anymore.

    “Dialga is still weakened, but we could try to get them if we wanted. We have not yet actually fought Palkia with the help of Dialga,” Ceebee said, slowly slightly without realizing as she thought. “I wonder if what orans we have left would be enough for them…”

    “We would have to fight the Lake Guardians to get through to Dialga. We might be able to avoid that extra fight and save our own energy if we go straight to Palkia,” Nelvana pointed out.

    “…We might not get that choice,” Ceebee suddenly murmured, slowing down even more to the point she was practically just fluttering in place.

    Everyone else slowing to the celebi’s pace, they looked ahead to see what she could possibly be referring to here. Right away, there wasn’t anyone else in the cave nearby them. However, one could see that they were close to the dividing pathways that Ceebee had spoken of. The way they were heading continued onwards ahead before turning to the right slightly, but to the left there was the large mouth of another tunnel, the darkness and the distance preventing anyone from seeing what was actually within either pathway past a glance.

    Then, from the shadows of the last path, the Lake Guardians floated out, Ditto trailing behind. They stared out at the others across from them in the corridor, neither saying nor doing anything. For a couple moments, the two groups merely stared down at each other, each tensely awaiting the other to act first. Eventually though, it was Ceebee that spoke, calling out to them.

    “Do you wish to fight us again, or shall we pass peacefully?” Ceebee asked them, despite being certain of the answer that would be given.

    Despite that, there was a pause before any of the trio spoke, Ditto only laying on the floor, passively ignoring any dialogue going on. Uxie continued making eye contact with Ceebee, their eyes as glassy and emotionless as ever, though Mesprit and Azelf exchanged a momentary glance to each other.

    “If you leave now, you will not be hunted,” Uxie responded, gesturing vaguely with one arm, holding it out in front of them.

    “Another mercy chance?” Nelvana whispered to no one in particular.

    “That is strange, why now?” Alex replied in an equally quiet voice, though he kept his eyes trained on the group’s foes rather than glancing to his partner when he spoke to her.

    “Perhaps Primal Palkia’s motives are different from Palkia’s,” Tsuki pointed out, lowering her head slightly, tilting it just barely to the side as well.

    “We are not going to leave,” Ceebee called back, speaking above the whisper the others were using to just speak amongst themselves and projecting her voice to ensure she would be heard. “Our quarrel is not with you, if you leave, we will not bother you four,” she continued.

    Mesprit glanced down at Ditto, furrowing their brows at them. Ditto didn’t react.

    “We cannot do that,” Azelf told Ceebee tersely.

    Ceebee paused, letting out a sigh and then narrowing her eyes, “then we are at a standstill. And for us to achieve our goal, we cannot just stand still here, so it would seem that we will fight.”

    “So be it,” Uxie replied.

    The Lake Guardians moved backwards, forcing Ditto to lay in front of them. This time they barely spared the poor creature a glance before it began to shake and writhe, the tell-tale sign that Ditto was being forced to transform, which were signs that were already becoming scarily familiar to the group. Not wishing to allow time for the four foes to merely stand around and prepare themselves for battle, the others moved forward, some lingering momentarily to use a status move before jumping ahead to join the others.

    As they advanced, the ditto’s shape grew and morphed into something… unfamiliar. Pink turned to a black darkness not unlike shadows, and they shakily rose to two silt-like legs that appeared far too weak to hold up any creature. Clawed arms stretched to lay by the sides of an almost hourglass-like figure, shoulders which had long black tatters that floated in the air limply like a flag on a calm day. Red spikes grew to cover their neck, protecting a small head with ice blue eyes and long, flowing white hair. As with other transformations from this ditto, some places were incomplete, the red collar bleeding into the pink sludge that Ditto was originally made off, and bones jutting out where the body hadn’t been formed properly.

    There was a pause from the group, as the vast majority looked at such a pokemon and didn’t have the slightest clue what it was supposed to be. A couple, however, recognized this from one source or another, though it was Keahi that was the first to speak up about it.

    “That’s Darkrai!” Keahi exclaimed, “The nightmare mythical!”

    Though zie seemed as though zie was about to go on, no more words came out as the newly transformed pokemon lifted their arms over their head, forming a purple and black sphere between their palms. Nelvana threw her club at them, but the attack was deflected by Azelf, the weapon clattering on the wall next to them; out of reach of the marowak from where she currently stood.

    Following this up, Uxie raised their arm in front of them again, extending a finger and using it to draw an ‘X’ in the air, which showed up in a scratchy red. This would be the start of the move imprison, an attack known to have a couple uses. Uxie quickly demonstrated which use this was, when psychic bars appeared, blocking everyone together in this space of the hallway. No one could retreat until the effects wore off.

    Seeing this, and then being able to piece together what Darkrai’s attack might be based on what Keahi told them, despite no one of the group ever seeing it before, they began to spread out. Though they could not pull off a full retreat anymore, staying clumped together would make them more vulnerable.

    During this, and as the imposter Darkrai continued to power up the move, Uxie clapped their hands, a golden glow pulsing over their hands and passing over to their ally, the Dark Void instantly increasing in size. Azelf and Mesprit followed suit, each using helping hand to strength the attack as the group could only watch now in increasing horror as this humongous orb towered over them all.

    Before anyone could say or do anything to possibly prevent the attack from going off, the sphere began to split into dozens and dozens of tiny orbs, each being shot out at the group members. A couple missed, the aim going wide and hitting a wall, but there were far too many to dodge forever.

    Keahi felt something hit zim in the back, a crimson bubble forming around zim and shifting the world around them to a red tint. The bubble popped, and zie felt zirself hit the ground before succumbing to the darkness of sleep.

    It’s calm. A cool breeze brushes over the land, brushing over the young torchic’s feathers as she walks across the forest floor.

    Her steps were quick, but careful. She had just been out around Tiny Woods for a walk when an earthquake happened. A lot of those had been happening recently, but this one felt like the worst yet. Perhaps it would have been wiser for her to return right home afterwards, but she couldn’t help by want to check to see if everyone out here was okay, since she was out here anyway. In previous earthquakes, some trees had fallen down, and she would hate to find that someone was stuck under one. Plus, she had already started hearing that there was a new dungeon here, so at the very least it would be good to locate it to avoid for any possible Tiny Woods picnics with family in the future.

    For some reason though, despite wanting to check around the forest quickly, Keahi found herself slowing down towards a small clearing in Tiny Woods. She wasn’t even tired, and yet she naturally slowed to a stop here. There was nothing special about this spot. It was a space in the forest that had less trees, providing a small circle of space to freely walk around in. However, as she looked up, the foliage from other trees still blocked out most of the sky. This was normal.

    And yet, she found herself standing there, staring up at the leaves, almost as if waiting for something. As she didn’t even know what this was, she quickly snapped herself out of this distraction, turning to glance down at the grass around her. A few leaves were scattered on the forest floor, naturally falling from strong gusts of wind, but not much else. She didn’t know what she had been expecting; this was normal.

    Suddenly, Keahi was torn out of all zir thoughts about her own strange pause here at the sound of fluttering wings and someone crying. Turning towards the source of the sound, she saw Butterfree hurriedly flying about, happening to head towards the direction of the torchic.

    “Oh, my baby! My poor baby!” Butterfree cried, “somebody! Please! Help me!”

    “What happened?” Keahi asked, quickly stepping over to the distressed mother.

    “It's horrible! My Caterpie fell into a cavern! My poor baby!” Butterfree explained.

    “A cavern? I heard there was a new mystery dungeon after that earthquake earlier, did it make a cavern?” Keahi questioned.

    “A huge fissure opened in the ground, and my Caterpie fell in! He's too young to crawl out by himself! When I went to get my baby, pokemon suddenly attacked me!” Butterfree continued, pausing afterwards to gasp for breath between all her sobs and previous rushing about.

    “Don’t worry, I’ll help him get back out!” Keahi assured her.

    Butterfree blinked down at the torchic, “you will? Oh, thank you! Thank you!” she responded, tearing up again at the overwhelming emotion from everything. “The dungeon, it’s… it’s right off where I just came from,” she directed, pointing out behind where she had come from, “please be careful!”

    “I will, don’t worry!” Keahi chirped, nodding to Butterfree before beginning to hurry off to where she had been directed to; she had had an idea of where the dungeon was, but it was good to get some confirmation too.

    Before they got far, however, they found themself slowing to a stop again. Their mind spaced again, the feeling of something being off settling into their gut. Something was… missing?

    “Before I go…” Keahi murmured, slowly turning back around to face Butterfree. “Have you seen… anyone else here? Around this area?”

    “No, you’re the first one I’ve run into!” Butterfree answered.

    “Okay…” That made sense, why wouldn’t it make sense? “If you do see someone else though, could you… maybe direct them to me? I’m…” Keahi paused again, finding it a challenge to place their thoughts here and find the right words. “…I’m missing a, uh, friend. Yeah, I’m not sure where th- she is.”

    “Okay, I will, but please, rescue my son!” Butterfree responded, panic beginning to enter her voice again.

    “I will!” Keahi reassured her, but found their feet stuck in the grass. “But… are you really sure? My friend, I… I need her. I don’t know… if I can do this without her. She’s supposed to be here.”

    Butterfree paused momentarily, merely continuing to flutter about anxiously. She just continued staring at Keahi expectantly, as if Keahi stopping to ask about this here was something the mother simply could not comprehend.

    “Please, just go rescue my son!” Butterfree finally snapped, “I-I’ll keep a lookout here, just… please, go,” she added, pleading.

    “I…”

    Now it was Keahi’s turn to pause, as they found their mouth dry and mind dazed yet buzzing. Technically, there really was nothing stopping them from going to rescuing Caterpie. There really wasn’t. They had managed to identify that what they felt was missing was a friend, and Butterfree promised to look out for her, and yet…

    And yet, they couldn’t let go of that. Their mind felt fuzzy, almost sleepy. This friend felt so important, and yet they couldn’t even place a name or species in this moment. What was wrong with them? And why was it so important that they couldn’t rescue Caterpie without her? Keahi knew that they could fight in mystery dungeons, they had been training for that exact thing! So why…?

    They idly reached a wing up towards their neck, a wing claw scratching at the feathers around their neck. Something was missing. But they rarely wore anything around their neck. They wanted to wear a sash whenever they formed their rescue team, but that was a long way from now, they still hadn’t found the right… partner…

    “Why are you still just standing there?” Butterfree questioned, “go rescue my son!” her voice strangely turned harsh and demanding, something Keahi had never heard from the mother before.

    “…No.” The word came tumbling out of Keahi’s mouth before zie could think about it, but somehow zie didn’t want to correct zirself. “This… This already happened. I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

    “What are you talking about?” Butterfree shrieked, her panicked worry very quickly turning to enragement.

    “This is the dead timeline!” Keahi exclaimed, the pieces finally putting themselves together as zir mind reminded zirself of what was going on. “Nel’s supposed to be here, but she isn’t! This is the dead timeline!” zie continued, “and this… this isn’t even real. I’m dreaming! I’m really in the Spacial Rift! I’m with my team, and we got attacked by a ditto transformed into Darkrai! This is just a nightmare!”

    “Go rescue my son!” Butterfree screamed, now purposely ignoring Keahi’s words.

    “No! I already did! And you aren’t the real Butterfree! None of this is real!” Keahi snapped back, “and I want to wake up!”

    Butterfree stopped. She stared blankly at the torchic, saying nothing, wings now slowly beating behind her just enough to continue keeping her in place. Keahi stared back, awaiting some sort of response from her. For the longest time, neither of them said anything. Eventually though, Keahi sighed and looked away, glancing deeper into the forest.

    “Fine then, I’ll just find a way to wake myself up.”

    “No, you can’t!” As Keahi turned to look at Butterfree, zie found that her words almost seemed to come out at an eerie delay. “You cannot wake up! You weren’t supposed to even know! How did you know? How? How?”

    Repeated phrases from this unreal version of Butterfree turned into an incoherent garbled mess as their form began falling apart, the image of being someone Keahi knew literally melting away into shrieks. Keahi zirself found that zie could only watch, stuck in place, petrified like a statue as zie watched how what almost could have just been a dream quickly showed its true colors as a nightmare. This broken illusion of Butterfree continued to scream as their mouth stretched impossibly open, wings wide and unmoving, yet somehow still being suspended in the air.

    Then, Butterfree vanished altogether, voice still echoing in the trees even after her form had completely melted away into the air.

    Keahi still didn’t move, didn’t even test if zie was capable of running off now, zir gaze still glued to where the warped dream version of someone zie knew once was. Zir chest heaved as zie gasped in ragged breaths, each one feeling worse than the last.

    “I want to wake up,” zie whispered into the breeze.

    Just as the illusion of Butterfree had fallen apart, soon that of Tiny Woods was no far behind. The world seemed to shake around zim, colors flickering in front of zir eyes. The breeze picked up into a violent wind that tore at Keahi’s feathers and made zir eyes water, but now zie dug zir talons into the grass, well aware that zie would likely have to see whatever this nightmare had planned for zim through.

    Right where Keahi had checked before, the form of a cubone appeared. Despite knowing this was just a part of this dream, and was likely a trap that would turn against zim, Keahi couldn’t help but pull free of the grass to run over to the sight of zir partner.

    This image vanished though before zie had barely taken a few steps, and was replaced by the body of something larger, more unfamiliar; a human. The body of a human which no longer moved, from a timeline that never came, one where Gardevoir never stepped in and the fall combined with previous injuries was fatal.

    Frozen in place, Keahi watched at the world seemed to flicker again, the image vanishing again as the world was swept into a darkened land with only greyscale colors. Another flicker, more shaking. Then, still all black and white, Tiny Woods was also a barren landscape, the trees of the forest all knocked over each other and leaving just the open fields of dead plants.

    The world continued to shake and flicker, continuing to cycle between illusions and images, each of other times and possibilities. Displaying a timeline that no longer existed, the timeline that newly existed, and timelines that never existed at all, but could have had things gone differently. Each time Keahi remained in place, remained in Tiny Woods, being forced to see these glimpses of alternate worlds.

    Even as the world finally stopped flickering between these windows of other timelines, leaving Keahi back in the original Tiny Woods, everything continued to shake. It shook worse than an earthquake and almost seemed to spin at the same time with the incredulous roar of the nightmares own frustration of being defied.

    Then, the ground began to cave into itself. Grass and dirt and rocks pulling into a growing pit of nothing but darkness which only grew bigger and bigger. A massive hole which only slowly grew larger, swallowing everything like the most vicious whirlpool.

    Keahi stared at the pit as the edges of it grew closer and closer to zir own feet, talons curled tightly into the grass again. Zie knew, zie knew, that though this was far more vivid than any dream or nightmare zie had ever had, that that didn’t mean that this would play by the rules of reality. Trying to run would likely force zim into running on the spot helplessly, or make the pit open up faster to swallow zim whole. No, there was really nothing zie could do to stop what had already begun here.

    So, as a final act of defiance, Keahi narrowed zir eyes and puffed up zir feathers, steeling zir courage before rushing forwards, not backwards, and throwing zirself into the growing void of the hole.

    Falling. Zie fell through the nothing of the nightmare, and even if zie turned to look back up where zie had come from, zie would see nothing but more of the same darkness. Keahi stared wide eyed as zie fell, but even though it almost felt as if zie was falling faster and faster, there wasn’t even any ground in sight to hit at the bottom.

    “I WANT TO WAKE UP!!!”

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    Keahi’s eyes shot open, followed by zir body lurching as zie attempted to stand up before fully awakening. It took a few moments to focus again, heavy breathing and darting gaze from zir own panic making it a challenge to properly adjust to being back in reality again. But as zir eyes focused in on the darkened cave walls of Spacial Rift, relief flooded in at the realization that zie was finally awake.

    Taking a proper look at zir surroundings again, panic stabbed back in zir heart at the sight of being the only one standing. Momentarily, in zir still awaking mind, zir feared that everyone else had died, but zie managed to focus enough to see the movement of breathing and was able to relax again. Slightly.

    The effects of imprison had long since worn off, and the Lake Guardians, along with Ditto, were also long gone. This confused Keahi slightly, but zie didn’t feel like questioning why zie and the others had been left alive despite being all defeated, and settled for being thankful that they had been spared instead. Whatever reason it was, they hadn’t been attacked in their vulnerable states, and right now, it didn’t matter what that reason was, and just that it happened.

    What still did confuse Keahi, was why zie had been capable of waking up at all. Zie had read that the only thing capable of waking up someone who had been struck down to eternal nightmares by Darkrai was a lunar wing from Cresselia, but… there was certainly no Cresselia here, and it would be even more confusing if Ditto had transformed into Cresselia themself. If Ditto had…

    “Oh,” Keahi murmured aloud as the thought hit zim. “That wasn’t really Darkrai, just a ditto; the effects are weaker!”

    Now grounded again and confirming the possibility that these nightmare effects were only temporary, Keahi decided to set zirself to helping everyone else wake up. Even those with teleport or capable of vanishing into the shadows had been caught by the dark void attack, likely from imprison being set up, so if zie were to get everyone up to fight Primal Palkia, zie would have to be quick. Hurrying over to the unconscious form of zir partner, zie went to nudge Nelvana. When she didn’t awake, gentle pokes turned to more forceful shoves as Keahi grew more desperate at the thought that zie would be incapable getting anyone else to wake up.

    “Please… wake up, Nel!” Keahi pleaded, pushing with all zir weight against the marowak, only succeeding to roll her over from her side onto her back. “Please…”

    Letting out a sigh of defeat, Keahi stood back up again, staring down at Nelvana silently for a few moments, as if merely willing her to wake up would make any difference. In the end though, zie had to turn away. Zie had seen zir partner having nightmares before, but that certainly didn’t make it any less painful to watch, especially now as it was becoming evident that as a marowak, Nelvana was capable of showing more expression than when the skull just covered her face as a cubone.

    Looking around again, Keahi sought out another solution. Would there be someone that was easier to wake up, or were all these efforts pointless? The idea that Keahi was the only one capable of waking up from this at all wasn’t something zie wanted to consider, but the thought settled itself like a rock in zir gut anyway.

    Eyes landing on Alex, at first zie wondered if he, as a lighter sleeper, would be any easier to wake up. Then, zie noticed the bag again, and hope reinstated itself within zim as zie recalled that he and Damien had mentioned that they still had other status berries. Including chesto berries, which woke someone from sleeping. Those had to work!

    Dashing over to the unconscious grovyle, Keahi crouched down beside him, tugging the bag to sit beside zim so zie could rummage through it. As zie moved the bag a bit, Alex stirred, making Keahi pause with held breath and the hope that maybe zir first thought was correct after all. It wasn’t long until this excitement deflated within zim, the realization clicking that he wasn’t actually waking up forcing zim to go back to zir second plan and open up the bag.

    With the bag on its side, some of the rounder items at the top rolled out a bit as Keahi opened it, which zie carefully set aside so that zie could search deeper into the bag. As zie gently moved aside the reviver seeds and some of the oran berries that hadn’t rolled out, zir eyes landed on Giratina’s stone, which had also been placed near the top of the bag for easier access. Temporarily forgoing zir plan in favor of some company and advice, Keahi hooked a claw around the rock and pulled it out of the bag, cradling it carefully in zir wings.

    “Giratina? Are you there?” Keahi called to the item, desperately hoping that the connection hadn’t been severed when Ceebee had been knocked unconscious like the others.

    “Yes, I am,” Giratina replied, “what is it? I had just been… Oh. What… What happened here?” they questioned, their voice growing quieter as they sensed the scene around them.

    “Ditto transformed into Darkrai and used dark void,” Keahi told them, “and Uxie used imprison to make sure we couldn’t escape. I just woke up a couple minutes ago. Everyone is still asleep and I haven’t been able to get anyone up.”

    “That is quite the situation. You are fortunate they do not have actual Darkrai on their side,” Giratina murmured.

    “Yeah, I know,” Keahi sighed, “I was going to try chesto berries. Do you think that will work?”

    “I… I have my doubts. However, it would be worth it to try regardless,” Giratina answered.

    Nodding, Keahi set back down the rock to continue rummaging through the bag. Managing to locate one of the purple berries, zie carefully rolled it out of the bag to pick up properly. As Alex was the closest, zie decided this plan would be best to test with him. Placing down the chesto berry for a moment, Keahi gingerly pried the grovyle’s mouth open, placing the berry in his mouth and then closing it for him. Silently, they waited to see if anything would happen. Eventually, his body seemed to recognize the food in his mouth and managed to eat it, but despite all that, he still didn’t wake up.

    “It didn’t work…” Keahi moaned in defeat, going back to pick up the stone again. “Will… Will they wake up on their own?” zie asked, zir worry and concern pouring out of zir voice.

    “I believe so, yes,” Giratina assured zim, “if you were capable of waking up on your own, they should as well. Unfortunately, it seems that they cannot be awoken by an outside force; excluding the lunar wing, which we lack. You will have to wait for them to wake up on their own.”

    “What if they don’t? What do I do?” Keahi continued.

    “Calm yourself; they will wake up,” Giratina responded, “it’s just a matter of time. They are all strong-minded, they should be able to wake themselves up.”

    Reluctantly accepting this answer, Keahi nodded weakly again. Deciding to put the items back in Alex’s bag to give zirself something to do in the meantime, zie set the rock back down again and began placing all the items that zie had moved or taken out back into the bag like they once were. When done, zie closed the bag and picked up the stone again, the only item zie hadn’t put back into the bag, and began pacing around, searching for any signs that someone could be waking up.

    Nelvana suddenly jumped up, merely a couple minutes after Keahi had begun pacing. Seeing zir partner wake up, Keahi darted over to her, barely stopping zirself from just throwing zirself at her for a hug, and instead gingerly reaching out a wing to pat her arm as she readjusted to waking up after her own nightmare.

    “Keahi…?” Nelvana whispered.

    “Yeah, it’s me, you’re awake now,” Keahi assured her, “you’re finally awake… I was so worried.”

    “How are you feeling?” Giratina, rock still being cradled in Keahi’s other wing, spoke up.

    “I…” Nelvana rubbed the right side of her head with one hand, reaching out to hold Keahi’s wing that was touching her shoulder with her other hand. “I have a bit of a headache, but it’s already fading away. That was… Gah, that was horrible,” she said, “how’s everyone else?”

    Frowning, Keahi had to explain what had happened since zie had woken up zirself. Nelvana listened patiently, her eyes drifting slightly to the others as Keahi told her how none of them could wake up with any outside help, and how they’d have to wait for everyone to get up on their own.

    “That’s…”

    “A problem,” Keahi finished Nelvana’s sentence as she trailed off. “I think… aside from these being really freaky and vivid nightmares, I think they’re fine, at least. It’s just a matter of us… being a bit tight for time.”

    Nelvana nodded slowly, “yeah…” she agreed, “Giratina, can you tell how… how bad the world’s balance is, now that Palkia is primal? Do you know how much time has passed?”

    “I am not certain how much time has passed. However, I can tell you that the imbalance has only slowly gotten worse. While I was gone before, I had been focusing around Murky Cave and some of my other locations to check on the status of the rest of the world. We are only fortunate there have not been any instant and larger damages so far, like when Dialga was primal,” Giratina explained, “some mystery dungeons have been altering, and so has a lot of landmass. I have heard that some portals have been opening up too, though I have not heard if anyone has been unfortunate enough to fall in one, or where any of the portals lead to.”

    “And it’s only going to get worse if we don’t do anything,” Nelvana concluded.

    “What should we do then?” Keahi asked earnestly, “do you have any plans, Nel?”

    “I’m thinking…” Nelvana furrowed her brows. “Giratina, do you think if we fight Primal Palkia, we could at least stall any further damages, even if we don’t defeat them right away?”

    “Yes, I believe that would work! While much of what is happening is not purposeful or conscious on Palkia’s part, by distracting them with battle, you would be able to force their energy to focus on you, which should buy some time. Not much, but I believe that it should still help,” Giratina answered.

    “Do you think we should fight them, just the two of us?” Keahi questioned.

    “I know we can’t win, with just us. But it wouldn’t be good to just sit around here and do nothing, if at least being present in a fight could help,” Nelvana told zim, “we would have to be extremely careful, but if the others should be waking up soon, they’ll be able to come over and help us in the battle too, until eventually everyone is there and we can defeat Palkia.”

    Keahi paused, mulling over this idea for a couple moments. Then, zie smiled, nodding back to Nelvana with a determined gaze.

    “Alright, let’s do it,” zie decided.

    Nelvana smiled back, “okay! I’ll get my club then… You still have your fire gem too, right? That might help too. We’ll have to start off without any other items though, so we’ll have to be extra careful,” she said, getting up to search for where her club had been dropped after being deflected before, finding it right by the wall where she remembered.

    “I can stay here, if you two would like,” Giratina offered, “your friends may be confused when they wake up, so I can inform them of what has happened and where you have gone, so they can be directed to you.”

    “That sounds great! Thank you Giratina, that will help a ton,” Keahi replied, “and yeah, Nel, I’ve got the fire gem right here.”

    “Yeah, that sounds good, Giratina,” Nelvana agreed, returning to the other two from fetching her weapon. “Are you ready then, Keahi?”

    Keahi nodded, placing back down the stone close to the center of everyone else, “yeah, I’m ready.”

    “Best of luck to you both,” Giratina told them, “be careful out there.”

    “Thanks, we will,” Nelvana replied, smiling slightly. “Let’s go then.”

    The pair headed back down the path they had been travelling through before, they spared a glance towards the other path, glimpsing the Lake Guardians there. If that trio had noticed anything going on outside of the room they were in, they didn’t say or do anything about it, instead keeping their backs turned completely from the entrance to their area. Silently, Nelvana and Keahi decided to just pass that path by, continuing on with their plan to fight Primal Palkia. Though they knew Dialga could still be helpful if they got them freed and back to health, the two of them weren’t certain that they could take on the four foes guarding the legendary on their own at the moment.

    Just before passing through the small corner down the corridor they were heading down to get to Primal Palkia, Nelvana paused, turning around and glancing back to the rest of the group. Keahi stopped and looked back as well, and the duo remained quiet as they stared at their friends for a few moments before they had to move on, continuing onwards.

First [ARC 1]: In which the human is transformed First [ARC 2]: In which a present is prepared Next: In which the god of space is fought Previous: In which there is one last break

Special thanks to @team-ion​ for helping me with some tips for the garbled messages! There are thirteen hidden messages in that mess, some much easier than others, feel very welcome to try figuring them all out!

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Loki Laufeyson x Plus!Size Reader

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Warnings: Some cussing, pissed-sad Loki, fighting, accusations, think that’s it.

A/N: This is where we see what causes Loki to turn against members of his family & realm. We will get back to the reader in the next chapter. Enjoy!

NOTE: Skuld (the name possibly means "debt" or "future”) is a Norn in Norse mythology. Along with Urðr (Old Norse "fate") and Verðandi (possibly "happening" or "present"), Skuld makes up a trio of Norns that are described as deciding the fates of people & gods. Skuld appears in at least two poems as a Valkyrie.

Fidgeting with his hands, Loki couldn’t look at anyone in the court, which consisted of Odin, Frigga, Thor, & the guards present when he walked to his chambers to find Y/N when she hadn’t met to accompany him to the dining hall. He could fill all eyes on him, Thor trying to get his attention in hopes of speaking to him when he noticed Loki shook. Cringing slightly when the large doors to the throne room banged open announcing that Lyall entered with his personal guard.

“Where is she,” he bellowed, starting for Loki but the Einherjar acting quickly kept him back, Loki finally looking up to show red swollen eyes.

“Calm yourself General Lyall! My son would do nothing to hurt Y/N & you know it,” Odin shouted back, stepping down the dais, Gungnir in hand, clothed in riding clothes, and stopping in front of the distraught general who glared down at the young god.

“You were right,” Lyall directed to Odin, “I should have pushed her to seek Thor as a mate, not this spineless...”

“ENOUGH! YOU WILL NOT COME INTO MY COURT AND ACCUSE MY SON OF A CRIME HE DID NOT COMMIT,” Odin roared, the entire throne room quieting.

Tuning out the bickering between the two immortals, Loki replayed the events leading up to Y/N’ disappearance thinking maybe he shouldn’t have played so cruelly with her taking the sword while they spared under the old willow sure to stay out of sight should Lyall catch them.

“Do not cheat Odinson,” Y/N had laughed drawing the dagger he had gifted her the previous week when she agreed to court him.

“I will do no such thing; besides I have a gift for you Sigyn,” he had boasted proudly stepping forward.

A short sword appearing in his hands, silver blade carved with knot work down the fuller, golden pommel that sparkled with running wolves set with ruby eyes, handle twisted with dark green and mint green leather, meant to look like their seidr intertwining.

“What is this,” Y/N breathed sheathing the dagger behind her back to cautiously step forward awe struck by the beauty of it.

“Yours,” Loki smiled holding it out & hinting her to take it.

“It is beautiful,” she breathed taking it gently looking it over, looking over her shoulder when its eloquent leather and fur scabbard appeared on her back.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Loki breathed, earning a smirk from Y/N knowing how much she hated and laughed at expressions of love but knew she would say nothing if it came from him.

Stepping closer to stand before Y/N watching her look the blade over, taking a quick step the moment, she swung it so that the blade would sing, attesting to her skill, & smiling when she looked at him pleased.

“Thank you love,” she had breathed, her pet name for Loki, one only uttered in private, making a tingle run his spine.

Even now when it seemed the room was going to Hel around him Loki couldn’t stop the shiver that traveled his spine to wake him up, he had to find her, they whoever they were couldn’t have taken her far. Y/N would have put up a fight, no a battle, something that someone even Heimdall had to notice, but sadly had seen nothing. Finally deciding it best to make it known he intended to find her even if he died in the process, it would be better than walking Asgard without his little Siggy.

“A guard. Grant me a guard to travel over the realms to find her,” Loki blurted over the ruckus, it was evident he had joined the conversation & interrupted an argument that had transpired between Thor & Lyall.

All attention turning to the young prince who realized Thor was directly to his left, between him & Lyall who glared at him. Lyall gasping like a fish, eyes filled with hate & face going red the moment he prepared to curse Loki once more.

“No Loki! I forbid it,” Odin snapped, attention turning the old god king wearing battle armor that he wasn’t earlier.

“Whoever has taken Y/N is after one of you & I can’t allow that, I will go with the….,” Odin began but Loki started forward, ignoring Lyall and Thor.

Frigga stepping forward to stop her distraught son, even drawing a blade to push Lyall back & daring him to touch Loki who was blind to what was happening around him.

“Please, don’t make me sit here like a helpless child! Let me help,” Loki pleaded, tears threatening to spill.

“No Loki, you’ve helped enough, leave me to deal with it,” Odin spoke under his breath at his youngest, making him draw away as if being struck through the heart with an arrow.

The recoil from Odin had Frigga & Thor both starting for Loki, hoping to comfort him, but Lyall had other plans. The old grey headed god sprung for Loki, the younger god not having the want to too protect himself and welcoming death that the old god offered.

“I trusted you with my last piece of Skuld,” Lyall bellowed, gauntlet claws biting into the young man’s throat & Loki doing nothing to stop them from cutting into his flesh.

“Y/N loved you! How could you let someone take her! Maybe Thor would have been a better suitor! At least he would have protected her,” the old man spat, saliva hitting Loki in the face while refusing to fight. Leaving it to the guards who were finally able to pull him off, Odin’ bellowing to stop him, followed by others became back ground noise.

The last accusation cutting deeply into his dying soul, the sound of thunder sounding in the distance to hint at Thor’ anger of the situation. The guards having pulled Lyall off while Thor rushed forward to get Loki to his feet attempting to comfort his younger brother only to be attacked by Loki with shouts of, “where were you!”

“Where were you,” Loki yelled once more in Thor’ face, Lyall’ words still eating at him the old god drug away & the remaining guard trying to pull the two brothers apart, Thor preparing to swing Mjolnir.

The soft yet firm hand of Frigga grabbing Loki to pull him away from Thor the queen mother placing herself between the two sternly, glaring the enter court down that had gone quiet. Her younger son’ grip on her forearm light so not to hurt her, while her oldest immediately dropped the war hammer & nodded to his mother in apology. Frigga turning to Loki, a sad smile on her face, the usual liveliness of her eyes gone & replaced with despair.

“To your chambers. Now,” Frigga ordered, nodding to Loki to go of his own volition, releasing her arm leaving without a word, sure to keep his head down while passing the struggling & cursing Lyall.

The walk down the corridor to his chamber felt like a death march, all eyes on him, pitying him like a child, he hated it, he needed to find Y/N so that he could walk with her proudly on his arm, showing her all the love & attention she was worthy of. Not to mention all the love he needed from her to endure this situation. Having reached his doors sooner than expected, looking up to them dumbfounded pondering on how they worked.

The yelling at the opposite end drawing his attention from the direction he had come, they were all in the throne room. Heimdall was watching the Bifrost, with no word of not allowing Loki to leave, surely no one had made that command yet, or at least hoped he hadn’t seen it.

All he had to do was think & he was standing in the golden room of the Bifrost, turning to his left to see Heimdall, looking back at him, even his suit of armor & eyes looked dim.

“I'm sorry my prince, but the queen has told me you are not to leave Asgard,” the tall god spoke, holding tightly to his sword that rested on the floor & looking down at him.

“Please, you must! I can’t sit in my chambers & do nothing,” Loki stepped forward & began to plead, but Heimdall shook his head in an effort to drive the point home.

“I am truly sorry,” Heimdall began, stepping down from the podium & starting towards Loki.

“You should be,” the young prince deadpanned, causing the taller older god to stop in his tracks knowing exactly why he said it.

“Prince Loki….,” Heimdall began once more, but watching darkness come to the young god’ features, something that he hadn’t seen the like of since Hela.

“You see all! Do you not!? Yet you didn’t see who took her! My Siggy! My Y/N! She was mine! And now some dark force has taken her & no one will allow me to look for her,” Loki snarled, evident he wasn’t done, a lone tear slipping.

“Everyone expects me to wait like a good boy! To obey like Thor would, to not question them & stay put! But I cannot! SO, if you refuse to help me get through the realms then I will find another way,” Loki snarled, turning quickly to storm out of the room.

“The only other way off of Asgard is dark magic prince! Is that a price you are willing to pay,” Heimdall shouted after him, the young god spinning in the doorway, the older god watching the darkness surface once more before answering.

“For Y/N? I would never question it,” he spoke eerily calm, turning without another thought to vanish to his chamber.

Thankfully that day, everyone seen fit to leave Loki in his room, standing in the doorway to his baths, holding to the short sword & running his fingers delicately along the blade. He had ventured to Nidavellir himself to speak with the hateful dwarves about having the weapon made, & what a Hel of a trip that was. Vowing to only go back if Y/N wished it or accompanied him, she knew how to handle the heathen dwarves, though there weren’t many of them left.

Fresh grass, fresh as if being crushed under a horses hoof, making him look out the window in the bath, out to the field & the old willow.

“Loki Odinson are you following me,” a young voice asked, closing his eyes to see a very young, Y/N halting her horse when she realized he trotted after her.

An even younger man than he was now, ridding after the little Y/H/C headed girl that had been brought to the palace after her mothers death to be taught by Frigga & raised there because her father was the general over Asgard’ armies. Having been quartered a corridor over from his very own.

“I am not, Y/N Lyallsdóttir,” he deadpanned, halting his mount next to hers, noting how the young girl commanded control over the massive animal that was bigger than his own.

“I happen to be ridding in this direction & thought that you would like some company,” Loki smiled, nudging his mount forward & her own following without prompting.

The two riding in silence until Loki found his voice to ask how she liked staying in the palace & scolding himself for how stupid the question sounded when he voiced it.

“It is OK, but I prefer the hillside, a lot of open areas & you don’t fill like everyone is crowded around you,” the little goddess responded looking at him while they rode side by side though the open meadow, riding towards the water’s edge.

“You lived in a fort, how is that better,” Loki asked, scrunching his nose up at the idea of living in close proximity with that many warriors, but immediately regretted it.

“I was a fortress Odinson, not a fort, Norns if you are going to insult someone at least do it appropriately,” she snapped, kicking her mount into a trot.

Loki you idiot he scolded himself, you just run her off, you need to do something.

“WAIT! Y/N! WAIT,” he shouted, kicking his horse harder than he meant causing him to rear slightly before taking off.

“Wait, I'm sorry, I meant nothing by it,” he immediately began to apologize & grovel next to her.

“As you should be,” Y/N spoke hatefully, but when turning to look at Loki with tears welling.

“I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, please let me make it up to you, don’t cry,” he pleaded thinking of the ass chewing he would get from his mother not to mention her father.

“Don’t flatter yourself Odinson, there not for you,” she snapped, looking down at the pendant around her neck, the symbol of the fates that resided over gods & mortals.

“That belonged to your mother,” Loki questioned, Y/N finally meeting his gaze with a quiet sniffle tears still rimming her eyes & shaking her head yes.

“I’ll leave give you some time…,” he began, pulling on the reigns to pull the horse’ head to turn & leave.

“Stay,” came a small voice behind him, halting the animal & backing it up next to her.

Y/N looked lost to him & far from the confident girl that sat attentive with he & Frigga during their lessons. That was when Thor wasn’t acting up, Frigga eventually having enough & running him off.

“How about we take a seat under the willow across the water,” Loki hinted to the large willow that branches touched the ground & over looked the palace.

Nodding her head yes, Y/N hinted for him to lead the way nudging her horse to follow through the water that reached up to the animals chest but was easy travel. Once at the tree he made sure to dismount first to hold her horse, noting how large the animal was & leaving him pondering how she got on since her head barely reached the beast’ shoulder. Hinting for her to follow under the willow, knowing the horses wouldn’t go far & surprising her by conjuring pillows to sit on.

He had to find her, there was no question to it, & if it was to be dark magic then he would seek it out & pay what ever the price would be to assure Y/N was safe, that she was in his arms one last time.

Day in, day out, Loki stayed locked in his chambers, so everyone thought, truthfully he was busying himself with finding ways to the other realms. Refusing to eat, refusing company & refusing to speak with even Frigga. Thor venturing into speak with Loki, actually breaking the door with Mjolnir, and in no time the two where snarling at each other’s throats like blood thirsty wolves.

“Stop this! No good can come from this,” Thor bellowed, knocking the stacks of spell books & the like over with the hammer, causing Loki to launch himself at Thor.

He didn’t care, didn’t care that Thor was his brother, his blood, he had no right to tell him what price he should pay to find Y/N, his Y/N. Choking the bigger god to the marble, a dagger to his throat, threatening to spill blood, a hammer coming to hand, all paused by the loud voice of their mother echoing through the chamber and guards rushing in but not daring to touch the princes.

“STOP THIS NOW,” Frigga ordered, Loki looking to his mother for the first time in a week, her hair didn’t hold the same luster, her eyes looked red, almost lifeless, & her usually beautiful elegant clothing replaced with drab dark colors.

“I…,” Loki stammered, looking down to Thor immediately drawing the dagger away in disgust, pushing to his feet & looking between the two as if he was appalled by what was happening.

It had felt as if he was watching the battle with his brother from the sidelines, not in control of his own body, like a man possessed. Trying to calm himself after realizing what he had almost done, looking to Thor who had gotten to his feet & standing with their mother. Their mother who had noticed all the books, & more notably the dark grimoire that sat on a stand obvious it was being read.

Frigga lost her breath the moment she spotted the dark book, immediately pondering how he came across the damned thing, glaring at Loki before turning to the guard.

“Everyone out,” Frigga ordered, the guard looking at her as if they didn’t understand what she said.

“OUT! ALL OF YOU but for Loki,” she shouted, unable to keep her temper in check.

Patiently she waited for the room to clear of all but her youngest son, the door to room clicking shut sounding like a nail in a coffin being drove home. Stalking to the book, Frigga shut it with a slam, grabbing it in both hands & throwing it to the floor to set it ablaze with seidr to destroy it.

“NO, I found a way,” Loki shouted, starting towards her, the deathly glare she shot him told him it was best he didn’t stop her.

“Dark magic is not the answer,” Frigga spoke calmly, not looking away from the burning grimoire to make sure it was destroyed.

“I will not,” Frigga began, finally looking up from the now bare floor to Loki with concern, “loose two children to save one. Is that understood?”

Loki looked to his mother in understanding, she loved Y/N, she was her favorite & most skilled student. He had honestly never seen his mother happier than the day the two announced that they were to court & eventually marry. Hel, even Odin father was pleased that Y/N picked him over Thor, Lyall was overjoyed.

“I have to help, I have to look for her, her safety was my responsibility & no one else. Please, talk to father, make him….,” Loki began, Frigga stepping forward to pull him to her to hold tight.

“Your father has spoken, have you not heard the arguing that goes on in our chambers at night,” Frigga spoke, pushing Loki back to look into red swollen eyes that spoke of tears & no rest.

“I argue with him every chance I get my precious son, so much so that he has done all possible to make sure that neither you nor your brother are able to leave the palace without someone knowing, as well as myself,” Frigga explained taking his head in her hands, noting his gaunt appearance, & dark circles.

“How could no one not find something? I know she would have put up a fight,” Loki began, trying to stop the tears, but it seemed he couldn’t hold them back any longer, burying his head into Frigga’ shoulder.

Shushing the young prince, all Frigga could do was hold him tight, the young god clinging to her to keep him from doing something that could doom him & Y/N. Collapsing with him to the floor, allowing him to cry it out, obvious that it was something he hadn’t done in a while.

“We will, it will take time,” Frigga spoke up, Loki finally pushing back to look at her, using his own seidr to dry the tears.

“What if she doesn’t have time,” Loki spoke quietly, getting to his feet & helping his mother up so that they could sit on the bed.

Not sure what to say herself, Frigga could only look at him in pain as if she hadn’t allowed herself to think the inevitable, taking Loki’ hands in her own, knowing the young prince looked to her for comfort.

“Y/N will make time,” Frigga reassured pushing his hair behind his ear, having refused to cut it since he first met Y/N for whatever the reason was, having given up on asking him to do so.

“I hope so,” he breathed, looking down at their hands trying to calm his thoughts & keep from thinking the worse.

“Come with me, to my chambers, we will have supper there,” Frigga began to bargain, but she knew he was wise to what she was doing, obvious she wasn’t taking no as an answer, an excuse to get him out to rid the room of all grimoires & the like.

Nodding his head in agreement, Loki allowed his mother to pull him to his feet to lead him out of his chamber & down the corridor to hers. Glad that the halls where devoid of passers by that would gawk & pity the heart broken prince. Yes, he heard their whispers, heard the ones in the courtyard & the ones who frequented by when he would sneak into the mead stores to take what he wanted. He wasn’t daft, he knew, he knew they pitied him, pitied him because Y/N seemed to be the only other that loved the young god, except for his mother. Y/N was the only one who showed him attention while others flocked to Thor & only Y/N tolerated his cruel pranks.

Pacing, that seemed to be all the young god of mischief was capable of the last while, no word, no leads, no reprieve from the awful dreams he had when he attempted sleep. Y/N father, Lyall, the words the old god had spat in his face echoing through his mind along with that day’s events on constant repeat.

Lyall had sprung for Loki, the young god remembering that he did nothing to stop him, welcoming the death he promised.

“I trusted you with my last piece of Skuld! Y/N loved you! How could you let someone take her! Maybe Thor would have been a better suitor! At least he would have protected her, I should have pushed her to seek Thor as a mate, not this spineless....” Lyall’ words cut through his mind like a dull blade.

The last accusation cutting deeply into his dying soul, the sound of thunder sounding in the distance but not enough to draw his attention away from the violent scene that continued to play in his mind. The guards having pulled Lyall off while Thor rushed forward to get him to his feet & attempted to comfort Loki only to be sat on by his own brother with shouts of, “where were you!”

The storm picking up, Loki beginning to step into the torrent of rain and deafening thunder the moment the chamber doors opened. Spinning in hopes of good news, his mother entering in, still clothed in dark dress, no, no good news, Frigga wouldn’t dress so dreary of it was good news.

“No news,” Frigga began, stepping closer to her youngest, reaching out to wrap him in a loving embrace.

Loki pushed away shortly after allowing her the hug, not wanting the comfort of another like he needed, Frigga letting him go to step back so that they can talk.

“How can Heimdall not see her,” Loki spoke trying to hold back a flood of tears, evident by the red rimmed eyes, the green irises burning brightly in the sea of red sclera, even though he tried to hide it with seidr.

“Whatever took Y/N, I don’t understand it, none of us can trace it let alone find it. I'm sorry my precious boy,” Frigga quietly admitted, Loki realizing she was trying to swallow around the lump in her throat.

“Mine, & I belonged to her, my little Siggy, she, she...,” Loki stammered, a loss for words, “maybe it would have been better it was Thor….”

“NO! Y/N only loves you, not Thor, you Loki,” Frigga scolded, obvious she wasn’t putting up with Loki’ pity party today.

“You need to go speak with your brother, he’s upset, more so than usual,” Frigga commented hinting to the raging storm.

“Why? So, the guards can pull us apart again?”

“No, because he is ready to go search for Y/N throughout the realms, so you will not hate him for what Lyall said,” Frigga admitted giving him a knowing look that he didn’t hate his brother for the words spoken.

“I don't...,” Loki began, but paused at the look Frigga gave him.

“I don't, I don’t hate him or blame him for it in anyway, besides it was her father who was happy, overjoyed at the fact that she had taken up with me, and did he not come to you and father to discuss our courtship? How could he be so quick...,” Loki began reasoning with mostly himself while he looked to his mother.

“Lyall is upset, it wasn’t that long ago that he lost Y/N mother Skuld, many say things they do not mean,” Frigga explained.

“Maybe so but it doesn’t lessen the bite of his words or make them any less damaging,” Loki finished, thunder sounding loudly and beginning to pick up before a knock sounded & the door opened.

Thor entered, looking like a scolded child & came to stand with them glancing to Loki, asking for forgiveness.

“I have planned to venture to Alfheim, please come with me brother,” Thor begged, obvious he was upset still, even his eyes where rimmed red, knowing he cared for Y/N like a little sister, one that could kick his ass.

“Alfheim has already been searched, & why would father allow us to go? Did he not forbid it,” Loki began, watching the resolve in his brothers eyes falter, the young blonde god’ gaze shooting to their mother & back to his brother.

“Please brother,” Thor continued, this time sounding heart broken, “I want to find her as much as you do, come with me.”

“We haven’t searched Midgard, why aren’t we searching…,” Loki began hotly.

Looking down his nose at Thor, Loki clasped his hands behind his back, stepping away from the hand Thor extended in friendship.

“Go with your brother Loki. It is doing you no good to pace this room like a caged animal, go with him, now,” Frigg ordered, catching Loki off guard who looked at Thor who didn’t seem taken aback at their mothers outburst realizing there was more to what was being said.

“Fine,” Loki sighed, brushing past Thor to the chamber doors pausing to turn and glare at his older brother.

“Well,” Loki snapped, hinting at the door, the pissed expression not leaving his features.

“Do we head to the Bifrost or not,” Loki huffed, aggravated that no one seemed to take it seriously & starting towards the only other two in the room.

“You two be back by night fall,” Frigga spoke, the moment Loki came close the two brothers where engulfed in blue gold light.

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Golden Trio Masterlist

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Teaching the Trio to Surf — platonic fluff.

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Masterlist

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DEATH NOTE

HARRY POTTER (GOLDEN TRIO)

HARRY POTTER (MARAUDERS ERA)

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

NEVER HAVE I EVER

ONCE UPON A TIME

STRANGER THINGS

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Brie Larson

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PERSONAL WORKS