#grabs thor's cape

[worstloki]

Love the concept of Jotun Loki seeing the Tesseract and immediately bonding with it as it is just like him (blue)

[georgie3116]

*Steve talking to Wanda as Natasha sneaks up behind them*

Steve: I heard that Natasha has a crush on Bucky.

*Natasha grabs a surprised Steve*

Natasha: *Angrily* Who told you this?

A terrified Steve: it was Tony!

*Forward to Natasha holding Tony by the throat*

A choking Tony: … It… It was Thor!

*Forward to Natasha grabbing Thor by his cape*

A petrified Thor: It was Banner!!!

*Forward to Natasha angrily cornering Bruce*

A crying Bruce: I.. IT WAS CLINT!

Natasha: Fucking knew it.

[fandxmslxt69]

One and Only

Prince!Loki x f!asgardian noble!reader

Warnings: um none. maybe a few grammar errors or weird sentences, some suggestive content (mentions of sex like once) Reader is mentioned to be wearing a green silky dress, and Loki is sort of wearing his suit adjacent to the one in Avengers + His horns.

A/N: Dearest lovely @fictive-sl0th - first of all, thank you for organising this amazingly fun Secret Santa event for us- it's been so much fun and I'm happy that it's my first event on Tumblr! Secondly, I truly hope you enjoy this little thing Camille- your prompt was so much fun and I hope I did it justice!

Synopsis: Loki is forced to find a bride, and things take a turn when a familiar face shows up.

Prompt: King Odin wants Loki to marry so he orders him to pick a bride during the annual yule ball. (He’s not amused haha) But things take a spicy turn when you show up and turn out to be a coveted noblewoman instead of the tempting, mysterious villager you pretended to be during all your earlier accidental encounters. In the end Odin gets what he wants ;)

Word count: 2.7k

“It’s time to do something useful. You will find a bride as soon as possible, Loki. With my heir off playing dress up on Midgard, I have none but you to wed off,”“Now, I’m sure Thor will come back with a nice bride-” 

“Asgard will NOT have a mortal woman as its first bride. Not now, not ever. It’s decided. This year’s Yule ball will be to find you a bride. Only Asgard’s finest, most eligible women will be up for a chance at marriage with you,” 

Loki grumbled to himself as the maids fussed over him. This was useless. Loki had no desire for marriage for another few centuries. His mood went from poor to sour to downright depressed and cynical as the days counted down to Yule. He thought perhaps someone would talk some sense into Odin, and yet there was a sinking feeling in his stomach after Odin declared his choice that told him he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. 

One of the maids tucked too hard on his cape, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Watch it,” he snapped. The maid muttered a quick apology, but before he could get another word in, there was a knock at the door before Frigga stepped in. 

Loki felt himself relax as she walked into his room, taking her time to look him over as she walked closer. “I’ll take it from here,” She addressed the women softly. They nodded and hurried out the door, but Loki couldn’t help letting out a groan while watching them hurry out. “I’ve scared them out of their minds,” “Now now,” Frigga stood beside him as she smiled at him in the mirror. “I’m sure Ingrid understands the stress you’re under,” Loki grumbled again under his breath. “I will find her later, to apologise,” Frigga hummed as she fussed at his clothes. He was wearing his finest Asgardian leather, the colours of the armour were a deep green and a rustic black only leather could give off. Frigga had ensured the suit stayed in the best conditions, even going as far as ordering the gold arm plates remade to be in perfect condition. He looked like the perfect image of the Asgardian prince. Regal and poise, and impeccable fashion taste. Even his head piece was polished thoroughly, and it lay on his bed, waiting for him to pick it up and wear it. His signature horns. His signature dress. 

He’s just missing that signature Loki grin. But he had no intention of giving anyone that smile. It was already someone’s. He had no desire to share it with another. 

“What are you thinking about?” Frigga had stopped fussing over him and stood behind him, watching him intently through the mirror.

“Nothing,” He lied quickly. 

“Nothing?” He nodded. “Exactly. Nothing,” She hummed, turning around to grab his horns from the bed. “Very well. I do hope we get to see that girl you’ve been sneaking off to see. Perhaps she will be a good fit,” He nodded, the words not registering until a few seconds later. His eyes widened, and he spun around to look at her. “What? What girl?” He closed the distance between him and his mother, grabbing his horns from her. “There is no girl. There’s never been a girl. What are you talking about?” 

Frigga raises her eyebrows. “Right…”

He nodded, carefully placing the horns on his head. There is no girl. Not anymore. 

She won’t even be there, so what’s the point?

“I don’t think there is anyone for me,” The words fell out of his lips before he could stop them.

Frigga’s eyes softened. “My dear boy, if I can see everything you hold, I know someone out there can too,”

Yes, he thought. She can, but what about everyone else? Odin? What did he think? The thoughts only soured his mood even more. “Perhaps we should go now,” He said curtly, holding his arm out for his mother. Frigga smiled softly, an edge of sadness in her eyes. 

“Very well,” She said, hooking her arm around his as they left his room.

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Asgard’s usually plain ballroom had transformed itself to fit the spirit of Yule. Decked in only the most lavish of decorations, the ballroom glittered and sparkled as people settled in, women dressed in their finest robes and men in only their best attire. Loki stood by his mother and Thor as Odin drilled on, giving thanks to those who came, and promising a dance to every woman from Loki before he was to pick his bride. With every word he spoke, Loki felt a shiver run down his neck. He had no desire to be here, but this was not the first time he had been forced to forget about his own feelings and opinions, so he knew how to power through the night. 

You stood in your own corner with your mother, who made comments at everyone she could get her hands on. You only rolled your eyes or muttered a word in conversation, your mind too preoccupied. You had no idea how to feel about coming. At first, you had no desire to go. Why, all of a sudden, was Loki wanting to get married? Had he not told you, mere days ago, that he had no intention to run his life? It’s silly, it’s not like you were in love with him (maybe a little) or betrothed to him, but it still felt like a small dagger to your heart. Then, you thought perhaps he had a change of heart. Or perhaps it was his mother’s idea. Perhaps you even had a chance. He knew you, at least. He flirted with you, outside of this castle at least. And then you remembered that he only actually knew you as the girl he ran into at the village. And suddenly, bile rose up your mouth and you threw your invitation out. 

But naturally, your mother wasted no chances to shove you with any respectable man, and a prince is as respectable as they come- and there was nothing in the Nine Realms that could have stopped her from going to the Yule Ball. So here you found yourself, in your finest green silks (unintentional) and the best pieces of your gold as your mother fussed over every piece of hair out of place. 

You watched Loki from your corner as he danced with the first few women. He had a polite smile on his hands, and a few times you heard him laugh at something one of them would say, and your gut twisted and your lunch made its way up your throat. The laughs brought you back to your own secret encounters with him, nights you spent wandering the village and exchanging stories. You remembered the first time you made him laugh so freely, and it unlocked a new desire in you- to make him laugh for eternity. 

Perhaps that was a little too obsessive at the time. But you couldn’t blame it on yourself. Loki was the kind of man who wormed his way into the heart and nested there forever. Once he was in, there was no way to flush him out of your system. Certainly not after knowing what lay beneath his clothes and his….various talents. A blush crept up your neck just at the thought of those sensual nights with him- frantic, urgent and allconsuming. 

When he laughed with his new partner, something hard set in your gut. Maybe you didn’t have the best chance at winning this, but Norns, you were going to make sure he knew those laughs were yours first. 

You handed your glass to your mother, ensuring that your dress was in its best condition, and  fixed the draped piece of fabric over your shoulders. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked as elegantly as you could to Loki as the song ended. “Your Highness,” You interrupted politely, and the woman shot you a dirty look. “Am I have your next dance?” Loki began to say something before he fell silent, his eyes widening a fraction as they took in your face, and then trailing down your body. He made a noise at the back of his throat as he reached for your hand, motioning with the other for the songs to recommence. “Of course,” He said, although it sounded strained.

You smiled, stepping closer as he pulled you up against him, your bodies moving in sync to the music, your name fell from his lips in a stunned whisper. 

“What are you doing here? Did you sneak in?” Loki asked in disbelief. 

You laughed quietly. “No, Your Highness, I got my invitation like everyone else here,” He frowned, that pretty sculpted face of his scrunching up. “What? But…I thought- you’re just-” “A simple village girl?” You finished for him.

He paused, then looked almost offended. “Darling, simple is an offensive word to use to describe yourself. Nothing about you is ‘simple’,” Your heart skipped a beat, and those butterflies erupted in your stomach again. “Thank you, Your Highness,” “Oh quit that,” He said as he spun you around. “You say it like you don’t know me,” 

“Perhaps I don’t,” You replied.

“You know me better than all the others in this room,” He leaned in, smiling softly. “How in the Nine Realms did you get here, darling?” You bit your lip, trying to fight back the stupid smile from spreading across your face. “I told you, I got my invitation. I came here with my mother,” He hummed. “So, you are not a villager,” He frowned slightly at his own stupidity. How had he not asked before- in all your recent encounters? Perhaps the mystery that came with you was too addictive- the ability to leave behind all masks and remain bare to a complete stranger was…a safe haven, he supposed. You did know more about him than anyone else attending tonight. Secrets he’d never shared. Jokes he never told. Books he had no one to talk with. No one but you. You held so much of him, and he thought he held so much of you- but how much of it was real? You giggled. “No, I am not,” “Hm. Cheeky. It seems I have been fooled,” “Not…fooled. Simply….misguided. An inaccurate conclusion. I assure you though, I had no intentions of deception. I stand true to every other word I said,” You added, as if you could read his face, as if you could hear the worries and doubts in his mind. “But you never said you were noble,” You shrugged. “And you never asked,” A smile tugged at his lips, an odd sense of comfort settling in him. You were still…you. “No…I suppose I never did,” He leaned in then, dropping his voice to a whisper, “You look ravishing tonight, though. How have I never seen you in such a fine colour?” 

You blushed really then, looking up to meet his piercing eyes. “You look quite good in that colour yourself, Loki,” 

He chuckled, offering no other reply as you continued to dance. Soon, the song ended, and you stepped back from each other. Before you could turn to leave and potentially cry and laugh your heart out, he took your hand and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on it. He looked back up at you, and Norns, how gorgeous he really looked- all smirks and piercing eyes and those horns. “I hope to have another dance soon, my lady,” You nodded quickly, your mind short circuiting as another woman came up to ask for his next dance. You stepped back, before speed walking back to your spot by your mother. Of course, she shot a billion questions an hour, but you only ignored her, eyes focused on the man dancing at the centre of the room, glowing brighter than even the sun. 

Time passed, and you had no idea how many dances Loki went through before other pairs began to join. You danced with a few, but really your mind kept wandering back to Loki. 

When was he going to ask you that second dance? Was he really going to? 

Maybe he had somehow telepathically heard you, because just as you finished your dance with a nice gentleman, Loki stood from his seat at the front- having taken a break from dancing- and made his way back to the dance floor. 

The entire ballroom held its breath, and you stupidly turned around as if to make conversation with the person closest to you, or even run. Before you even had the chance to utter a sentence to a poor woman whose face looks pale with fear, your name rang loudly throughout the ballroom, coming from none other than the most handsome prince you had even laid eyes on. You turned around slowly, face tilted up to meet his eyes. “Your Highness?” He held out his hand, a smile tugging at his lips. “May I have another dance?” Everything felt deathly still as Loki led you back to the centre of the floor, and the music started again. You danced and you twirled across the floor, hand in hand with Loki as he grinned widely at you. He didn’t grin like that at anyone tonight. Maybe you were reading into the situation too much, but your heart melted just from his smile and the way his eyes held such pure joy as you danced through not one, but two, but three songs. By the end, you were breathless, partly from dancing, but partly from his fixing gaze and the overwhelming urge to kiss him. Even after all the times you’ve met, you were always consumed with the need to kiss him, to touch him, to run your hands through his hair and trace every line of his body. He was addictive, and while you had always thought love took its time to settle in, some part of you always knew that Loki might just be it. 

You were nearly drowning in the colour of his eyes, and that soft, bright smile he wore for you. Your face hurt from how hard you were smiling at him, and you were so close- just a little higher and your lips could connect with his. It was almost trance like, how soft his lips looked were hypnotic, and the way he eyed yours with a desperate need only encouraged you. You leaned up, he leaned down a little, arm wrapped around your body, lips almost touching and-

“Ahem,” Odin stood from his throne, and you felt the spell shatter. Damnit. 

“I believe,” Odin paused, his eye landing on you and Loki, who jumped apart from one another like you were set on flames. Your cheeks were flushed, avoiding the eyes of everyone, and Loki stared right ahead at Thor, who you noticed was smiling widely and making incredibly disturbing faces at his brother. “Prince Loki has found a bride,” 

Loki’s eyes flickered to you, his mouth opening to argue with Odin. Probably to argue- to say that he hadn’t even asked for your opinion, to add that marriage takes time, or should be considered and debated. 

Maybe you were foolish, or a little too desperate, or maybe it was the magic of Yule that possessed you, but you simply smiled and gave a little bow to Loki. 

“You-,” He swallowed, looking around nervously. “You would accept? If I asked you to be my wife?” 

You smiled widely. “Would you wish for me to be your wife?” A pause, then a small nod. “I don’t think there is anyone else I’d like to share my jokes with,” Your heart was pretty much exploding in your chest. Your hands were definitely shaking, and you thought you might just pass out right then. “Well, lucky you, because I only want your jokes, and I only want your smiles and your laughs to be mine. I…I would be honoured, to be your wife, and to call you my husband, Loki,” 

Sounds of cheer echoed around you, and Loki’s face broke out into the widest grin you had ever seen as he looked at you like he had just handed him the world. “I had no idea you were obsessed with me,” He said, though you could barely hear his words over the sound of festivals. 

“Maybe a little,” You replied, and his grin only widened. 

“Well, I’m obsessed with you a lot,” He tugged you closer to him, sealing your lips in a kiss.

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[notforyounorme]

Gilded • Prologue

Dark Thor x female!reader x Dark Loki

This is a dark fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given! Please DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you in any way. This is fiction, but can be disturbing to some readers. These warnings are not exhaustive, read at your own risk.

Series materlist | main masterlist

Warnings: none (for the prologue)

"The more I try to understand Midgard, the more it seems to confuse me." A thunderous voice sounds from behind, startling the young woman. The plate in your hand drops to the floor bursting in tiny pieces. "I did not mean to startle you, my lady." The man chuckled from behind you.

You turn her head slightly in his direction. His golden hair flowed down in waves on his shoulders, his signature red cape replaced by a dark blue hoodie. "Thor! I'm sorry. I was just— deep in thought."

"No need to apologize, my lady. You just stay still, the shards seem to be everywhere."

You nod, following his figure with her eyes as he walks over, broom in hand. Your hands reach out to grab the platic as he hands it to you. The broom bristles hit the floor as you attempt to make a move to sweep the shards into a pile, but Thor holds out a hand to stop you, shaking his head slightly. He then proceeds to sit on his heels and starts picking up the bigger white pieces scattered across the black kitchen tiles carefully gathering them in the palm of his left hand. "How have you been? Asgard treating you well?" You ask as he turns to throw the pieces in the bin hidden behind the cabinet on his right. Eyes falling on your frame after he tilts his head in your direction.

Thor turns back on his heels as he keeps his eyes on yours. "I am jovial that my people have accepted the change so expeditiously. My coronation is set in a weeks time." He stands, dusting off his hands on his jeans and holds out a hand. The gesture makes you raise a brow at him before understanding that he wants you to hand him back the broom. His lips turn up slightly after the corner of his lips as you hand him the plastic back.

"You must be thrilled to finally lead your people as king." You stares at him as his sweeps across the floor, his eyes scanning the pieces as they are swept into a neat pile. How out of place this looks for a future king. He nods as he steps in front of you after disposing of the last shards. "Thank you."

"Not a problem at all, my lady. Oh! Speaking of the coronation in Asg—" Before Thor can finish his sentence another voice interrupts his words.

"There you are! Have you—" Loki strides into the kitchen with his head held up high, demanding a certain type of authority with his prenuptial. He looks from his brother to you as Thor steps away from you to turn to look at Loki. "Oh, never mind. Pardon me, am I interrupting you, dear brother?" He voice holding a tone that could only be described as indifferent as his eyes narrow and a smirk ghosts his lips. He knew exactly what he just had done.

"I was about to ask the Lady." Thor grins in Loki’s direction before turning back to the said woman standing next to him.

"Ask me?" Your eyes swifting between the two brothers in expectation, eyebrow raised. “What Migardian thing can I explain to the two of you today?” You ask the brothers, a small giggle leaving your lips as Thor laughs and Loki looks at her with a disbelieving sneer.

“I will have you know, dear mortal, That I-.”

“Brother.” Thor interrupst him, his tone demanding. "Well, you see, my lady. I was—"

"We. We were wondering." Loki objects and Thor glares in his direction.

"Right. We, we were wondering if you would like to be present." Thor smiles at you with hopefull eyes.

"Present where?" You look at the blond god with confusion in your eyes, your right brow raising slightly again as they knit together on your forehead.

Loki clears his throat as speaks your name and shakes his head with a roll of his green eyes. "What the oaf is trying to say—"

"Oi! I'm not an oaf."

"Of course not." Loki says to his brother with a sarcastic undertone in his voice. "As I was saying. We would like to invite you to join his coronation. To have you, dear pet, present and of course show you the wonders of our phenomenal home, now that father is not present anymore."

Thor glares at his brother. "Loki." He threatens. "He was still our father, have care how you speak of him."

"Oh, well, at least he can't hear it." Loki girns mischievously. “And he was not—; Never you mind.” He sends you a wink as he holds his silver tongue before gesturing his hand to his brother for him to continue.

Thor sighs as he turns back to look you in your eyes. "Don't mind his words, Lady." His voice low, the sound reminding you of rumbling thunder. "But we would be honored to have you join us in Asgard."

"I— I don't know what to say." You stammer. Eyes wide in disbelief, shock sending sparks over your back as excitement fills your blood.

"How about a thank you, your highness, I would be honored."

"Brother." Thor glares at Loki once again before turning back to you. "Think about it? Not too long, we would have to leave tomorrow at noon." He takes your hand in his.

"You will have my answer by tonight." You tell the Asgardian gods. Slowly rescinding your hand from Thor’s.

"I will await your answer in patience." Thor tells you as he steps in the direction of the door. "Don't take too long though." He winks before grabbing his brother by his arm and dragging him out.

"I beg your pardon, unhand me at once, brother." Loki swats at Thor's hand with a scoff and you chuckle at his reaction. "But yes, pet, please don't take too long with your answer." He says over his shoulder, green eyes catching your eyes.

"I won't." And with that your yet again alone in the spacious room. You chuckle to yourself as you continue to unload the dishwasher.

“Will you stop pacing! You are getting on my nerves. More then usual. And that is saying something.” Loki groans as he massages away his worries with two fingers between his brows. “She will accept.”

“And what if she doesn’t, brother? Mmm? What will happen then.” Thor stops his pacing abruptly, hands in fists at his side. His eyes roaming across the room before landing on his brother and he sneers as thunder claps outside. “She is taking a awful long time. Most mortals would be honored to be blessed to see our Asgard.”

“Now, now, brother. Being vain is more up my alley than yours. She WILL accept, not to worry.”

Thor doesn’t answer, he only turns on the balls of his feet and continues his stomping across the room. Slight rumble of thunder is heard outside before the room lights up with the flash of lightning.

“My, my, Thor. She will accept our generous invitation. She is a smart mortal.” Loki tells his brother as he cranes his neck to look at him. He holds back a sigh as he lets the words sink in himself. You are a smart one, right?

Thor growls at his brother and stomps back over. He grabs the front of his black overcoat and hoists him up his feet. “She should have been here by now.”

Loki, unfaced by his brothers anger, grabs his hands and rips them off of him. “Sit down, you oaf, and calm yourself.”

“But she-.”

A knock interrupts Thor’s words. “Am I the one interrupting something now?” There you stand, leaning against the door frame of the common room. “For two Gods, the both of you are hard to find.”

“Lady Y/n.” Thor sighs as he smiles at you, yet it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, the thunder outside now slightly reduced.

“Thor, Loki.” You nod as you step into the room. You eye both brothers curiously before folding your hands infront of you, a habit of nervousness. “I came to tell you of my decision. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“No apologies needed, pet. Please, would you like to sit down?” Loki gestures to the seat in front of his, the leather fauteuil looks inviting as sitting on the floor.

“I’m okay thank you, after all, I would have to continue packing.” You from the fauteuil at him.

Loki’s eyes narrow as does his brothers. “You’re leaving?” The question is heavy on his tongue.

Your brows knit together and you turn to look at the floor, trykng to hide the smile trying to creep on your lips. “I am.”

Thor steps closer to you, his hand reaching up for you arm but he holds back. “What made you decide that.” His lips are in a tight smile as thunder slowly rumbles again outside.

“I— I mean,” you can’t get words out of your mouth, how could they be so daft. Instead you choose to look Thor in the eyes. You give him a pointed look and it takes him a second before a grin breaks on his face.

“Ah, I see, my lady.” He says as he plays along. You both turn to look at Loki who is trying to hold back a sneer. “It is understandable, isn’t it, brother?”

“Oh, is it now?” Loki glares at his feet as he takes his eyes from his brother to you, taking in the smile on your lips. A cheeky grin appears on you lips and his frown turns into a smirk.

“I would love to join you for Thor’s coronation. I would be honored.”

“I would say so.” Loki says with an undertone you can’t quite explain. He tuns to Thor. “It seems the mortal is smart after all.”

“You thought I wasn’t?” You ask while folding your arms disapprovingly. “How dare you.”

“How dare you trying to trick a trickster.” Loki turns up his chin as Thor laughs. “Well I must take my leave now. Have a good night.” And he walks off without another word. You frown in his direction as he disappears around the corner.

“Well, my lady, I am honored to have you with us in Asgard. But packing would not be necessary though. We can provide you with whatever you need back home.” Thor tells you with a generous smile, his eyes light up when he takes in your smile.

“Oh! I hope you don’t mind, but I’m already nearly finished. I would like to bring my essentials if that’s okay.”

Thor pats your shoulder before sliding his hands down your arm and taking your hand. “Take whatever you need, my lady.”

He squeezes your hand before you rescind it and nod your head. Turning on your heels as you make your leave. “Tomorrow at noon, correct?”

Thor smiles. “Tomorrow at noon.”

Hello darlings,

This is my first time writing on Tumblr and hope the story peaks your interest. I do want to warn you that reading this is at your own risk as it will contain dark elements from now on. This fic is after all a dark one. If your not comfortable with that, please don’t continue reading the rest of the story when posted.

I hope you enjoyed this prologue as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Xx

[justjams2003]

Between Two Gods: 2-Caving in

I’m on a roll;)

Paring: Alpha!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Clark Kent

Summary: You finally cave in and decide to have pups

Warnings: Mostly just fluff, a very small bit of angst and talk about sexual themes. A/B/O

Word Count: 1,3k

You grunt, annoyed with the lack of pillows you seem to normally have on your bed. You came home after a long hard day, everything you’d been working on at work seemed to just be falling apart. You placed one simple task in the arms of a new intern and somehow, he managed to fuck it up entirely.  

He deleted one of your most important files on your computer, ‘by accident’ he claimed. You have the suspicion that he was a bit salty about working for a girl, or rather a girl omega. Wanting you to get fired so that he can take your job. To be honest you are thinking about it.  

Yes, you’ve always been hardworking and independent. You didn’t come from much and didn’t mind it either. Though you worked yourself to the bone, who said you enjoyed it? No, you did this all to ensure a good future for yourself. That was of course, assuming you would never find your mate.  

But you did, you found not one but two mates. Not any two mates either, two gods. One, a prince of not only the realm you live in but eight others. The second, a worldwide known journalist. Both superheroes with billionaires behind them, money was no problem.  

They made that quite well-known too.  One of them would leave their card at home, usually Thor since he’s not usually on earth during the day. Clark’s been ready for pups since the day he met you, even more so when you two met Thor. His presence made Clark itch to impregnate you with his Alpha. To raise pups with his Alpha and his Omega. It wasn’t much different for Thor.  

You, however, stayed strong that you love your job. That it is your life, that you couldn’t possibly just give everything up for pups. That you’ve work so hard to get where you are now and aren’t ready to be a mom yet. But to be honest, you’re lying to yourself. They’ve been trying to convince you of pups and you’ve kept on refusing.  

Now, though, you’re caving. And there not even here to see it! You stand up, grabbing all the pillows Clark had bought, for your heat, and throw it all on the bed. You’re not in your heat, it ended more than a week ago. They tend to be short due to the fact of the pure strength of your Alpha’s.

No, you need to nest. No, you need Clark and Thor to be here and surround you with their smell. To hold you and swear that they’ll make that stupid Beta pay. But you came home early after that experience, and they tend to work late. All you have is their clothes and their pillows, even their spare capes surround you in the bed.  

You’re bundled up and just sigh. Your walls are falling, and you miss your roots. The small, secluded town where everyone knows everyone. They were all rooting for you, and it broke your heart when your only parent passed. You haven’t seen your brothers in years, and you miss it. This big city isn’t for you.  

Clark would talk all the time of his childhood on the farm, the woods nearby his house and the community he was raised in. Thor too would tell of his glorious tales of playing in the woods by his castle, with his brother. You want that, you want many pups with a huge yard and woods and farms to play on and grow up in.  

You’re so engrossed in these fantasies of far away and being in and out of sleep that you don’t even hear Superman enter your apartment. You do notice when you feel his weight on you. When he you feel him wrap his heavy arms and legs around your body. He lays in silence, feeling the wave of confusing emotions coming from you.  

And when Thor comes home, he does the same as his Alpha. Finally, you’re surrounded by them and only them. “My princes, what’s the matter?” He asks, his voice much softer than usual. His nose buried deep in your neck with Clark on the other side.  

You fight against the sobs. “I want to move.” Your words lack to hold the pure number of emotions or true intentions. Clark and Thor give each other a look, both of their brows furrowed. “Of course, my love. Where to?” Clark replies, wanting to do anything to keep your tears from falling. It fails, dramatically, you’re not even sure why you’re so emotional.  

The lie you’ve been telling yourself is finally caving in. The boys, however, just didn’t know it would lead to such tears. “No, you don’t get it!” You bite your lip, trying to get to hold back your cries. Thor’s omega is breaking down and he decides to take over.  

He sits up straight and pulls you into his lap. “We can tell our princess is upset but we can’t do anything about us until you tell us what’s wrong. That means no yelling, omega.” There is the slightest tone of his Alpha voice, and it has you calmed down just as quick.  

Clark wipes off your tears and peppers kisses all over. “I want pups.” The words spew from your mouth and just as quick you’re surrounded by them again. They’re both ecstatic, a shit-eating grin on both of their faces. Their lips meet your body everywhere, but you’re quick to stop it.  

“But, I’m so scared,” again the tears form in your eyes. Clark wraps his arms around your waist and you lean your back into him. “Whatever for?” The Kryptonian questions, his neck deep into his mark on your neck. “We promise to be careful~” Thor finishes his mate’s sentence. Again, you shake your head, your omega instincts taking over and wanting to get to knotting as soon as possible.

“Everything is going to change. I don’t know where were going to raise them, because they might just be the new generation of Kryptonians but they might also be the new royalty of Asgard. I haven’t even met Odin. Not to mention, you both are huge! Clark, your mother told me you were 10 pounds when they found you, how is that going to fit out of me? And you Thor, I can only imagine!”  

They can tell the anxiety is flowing out of you. Thor lets out one of his iconic laughs, which forces you to freeze. “This is no laughing matter.” You cross your arms and pout. “We will have the best healers in Asgard. The pups will spend their vacations on Asgard, and they can choose who they want to be. Of course, we will have to have pups until one of them wants to be heir.” Thor mutters the last bit to himself.  

“Our Alpha is right; we will do everything to make sure you are safe.” Clark clarifies Thor’s rambles a bit easier for your tired brain to understand. A sigh of relief comes over you, and you nod. Realising that you don’t need to worry about yourself anymore. That your mates will take care of you.  

“Do you feel better?” Clark asks, hearing your heartbeat calm down. “Much. I don’t want to work anymore, I’m sick of it.” You sigh, placing your head on Thor’s shoulder. “Good, why don’t we get to work then.” He winks to Clark while placing you down on your back on the bed.  

You giggle at his words. “Thor, I need to be in heat for it to work.” He chuckles at your reply. “You’re stuck between two gods, my love. I’m sure something will stick.”  

[alexendria-rose]

Endgame🖤

Doctor Stephen Strange X AvengerReader

Summary- Five years after returning from the blip. Y/n didn’t remember what happened. She was gone for what it seemed like five seconds after fighting in Wakanda. What was going on?

Warnings: Y/n knows Stephen already (I know he’s not an avenger in end game) sad endgame vibes. (Also Y/n is an assassin like Nat)

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“Y/n just go! Tony and I will handle this!” Stephen says as they walk out of the Sanctum watching people crash and run away from whatever was up in the sky. Stephen grabs Y/n’s shoulders looking at her.

“You need to get the rest of the avengers together, I believe in you, go!” He squeezes her arms gently before turning around and leaving her by herself knowing she’ll see him soon, that everything was going to turn out right. Oh boy was she wrong.

Y/n gasped at the air around her eyes wide as she looked at her surroundings, what happened? She looked around her to see some of the Wakanda warriors around here but not nearly as much. Where’s thanos? Where were the others? Bucky runs up to Y/n.

“What’s going on what happened?” Bucky says his eyes wide as he held his gun tightly to his chest.

“I-I don’t know. I felt like I blacked out for five minutes.” Y/n gulps running her hands over her face. That’s when she saw rings opening all around her. Stephen. He walks through the ring his eyes scanning all the people until he lands on her. “Stephen!” She yells running up to him immediately tackling him in a hug. “What is going on. What’s happening? Did we lose!” She couldn’t even bare gasping for air as she tried to get some sort of explanation. He pulls her back from the hug his hands resting on her shoulders locking eyes with her.

“I need you to listen to me. We don’t have long. Thanos succeeded. We’ve been gone for five years. They need our help though. Thanos is back. That is all I have time to explain.” His says his voice soft and gentle as he looked at her. Her eyes were wide. 5 years? 5 years! She didn’t let him see the panic in her eyes except she just nods slowly. He just grins. “Atta girl.” He grabs her hand noticing all the other sorcerers explaining to people and getting them to go through the rings. Stephen walks through gripping onto her hand as they walk through the portal. Her eyes widen seeing all the people walk through as well taking in the destruction that was already caused. She sees Steve grinning at the people who came back. Her eyebrow slightly quirking at him holding Thor’s hammer. (She knew it.) Stephen looks at her and smiles.

“That asshole is going to pay for what he did.” He smirks softly letting go off her hand before letting his cape allow him to fly up. She just chuckled pulling out her guns.

“Oh hell.” She mutters noticing thanos army starting to attack, but she just runs towards the danger immediately. She starts attacking Thanos army, Stephen by her side immediately his back against hers as they help each other out. One of them runs up to Stephen and she immediately turns around blasting his head off, another one on her right she kicks the thing in the stomach before shooting again.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re incredibly sexy.” Stephen chuckles using his magic against the aliens in front of him. She glances back shooting another one. Her aim perfect.

“Oh shut up.” She grins but gasped as an another alien dodged at her; she swiftly moves out of the way letting multiple bullets hit it in its back. She chuckles. “Really thought it had me.” Stephen chuckles deeply.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He laughs. She notices Clint running away with the gauntlet trying to get it somewhere. She starts hearing a horn play her eye’s immediately looking towards the truck.

“Take the gauntlet to the truck!” Steve shouts. She nods running up to Clint.

“Give it to me.” She shouts instead he just nods handing her the gauntlet, Clint immediately getting into action by shooting and attacking some of the aliens to help her out. She dashes towards the van, the gauntlet in one arm and her gun in her other hand. They all run up to, her aiming at their heads as she makes her way through. Fuck. Out of bullets out course. She groans taking out her daggers. Spider-Man or should she say Peter flies over her.

“Miss Y/n I’ve got it from here!” He exclaims, she smirks throwing the gauntlet in Peter’s direction. Him catching with ease. She runs into the aliens stabbing them and kicking them down to follow the kid to make sure he gets there safely, she looks up watching the ships above start shooting down, she dodges the shots trying to make it to Peter. She sees him fall onto the ground holding the gauntlet close to his chest, noticing a certain something going through the ships, she couldn’t help but watch. She watches the bright light going towards Peter noticing it was indeed a woman. Who was that? Y/n runs over to Peter helping him up.

“Well hello Peter Parker. You have something for me?” She asked smirking softly. Y/n tilts her head a questionable look placed on her face. “The names captain marvel.” Y/n hums looking her up and down. Peter looks towards the crowd of aliens running up to them.

“I don’t know how you’re going to make it past that.” He says nervously. Y/n smirks; watching Wanda and all the woman coming up. Where’s Natasha? She wondered. But she discards that from her mind focusing on what’s at hand. Y/n just grins taking her daggers out.

“She’s got help.” Y/n says the woman looking at her grinning. They all start walking towards the group watching the aliens charge towards them. Wanda blasts them with their magic them following swiftly behind. Y/n groans as the they rush towards her, she stabs them swiftly moving around so she doesn’t get crept up behind. She gets blasted down to her ass a smile creeping up realizing captain marvel made in to the van, but soon frowning watching the gauntlet fall beside the van. “Fuck.” She whispered under her breath. She watched Tony running up to it but quickly get tackled by Thanos. She looks over seeing Stephan handling water to make sure it doesn’t whip us all out. She looks between the two but sighs happily seeing that Thor got in the middle. She runs over to Stephan. “You look like you’re struggling there.”

“Oh shut up.” He groans but a small smile playing on his lips. He looks towards the fight between Thanos and now captain marvel before giving Tony a look and lifting a finger at him. Y/n squints her eyebrows.

“What is going on!” She exclaims. Stephen looks down.

“The only thing we can do.” He whispers under his breath. Her eyes snapping towards the fight, her eyes widening as Tony held the stones getting ready to snap.

“No!” She exclaims, she tries to run over but Stephen grabs her waist with his free arm holding her tightly.

“It has to happen.” He grunts but she just watches Tony snap his fingers and her heart dropped watching the energy suck it out of him, but also watched as the Thanos army started turning into dust. Her eyes welling up with tears realizing they just won but at what cost? Tony’s life. She watches as Tony eyes start to lose the light in them. Her heart clinching at his lifeless eyes, she wiggles herself out of Stephen’s grasp rushing towards Tony.

“We’re going to be okay…” Pepper says her face trying to be strong for him. “You can rest now.”she whispers. Y/n runs up them placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder trying to not let the tears come out.

“She’s right… it’s time to rest.” Y/n gulps wiping the tears that were starting to spill. That’s when he was gone, his wheezing had stopped, his breathing had stopped and all Y/n could do in that moment was grab pepper holding her shoulders tightly to her chest as she started to sob. Y/n heart dropped sniffling lightly as she ran her hands through peppers hair.

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Y/n looked at herself in the mirror looking at the black dress that hugged her body. Her eyes were red and swollen from the crying. She couldn’t believed she lost Tony and Nat. It felt like it was just yesterday that everything was good, no Thanos, no aliens, no avenger breakup just them together eating at the compound after going on a mission. She looked around the Sanctum bedroom knowing she owed Stephen for gracefully letting her stay her since their compound was destroyed due to their battle with Thanos. She hears a soft knock on the door, she wiped the tears that were starting to fall quickly.

“Come in!” She mutters softly flattening her dress to make her look more presentable. She door opens revealing Stephen dressed up in a suit.

“Are you almost ready?” He whispered gently moving his way across the room to her his hands tucked into his pockets.

“Yeah unfortunately.” She sniffles lightly grabbing her purse from the floor. Stephen inches his way towards her before cupping her face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, she looked down at his hands. Stephen has always been a flirt with her, but never this close unless he was trying to get her to focus on the situation. She hitches a breath trying not to let the tears fall.

“No, they were my family. The only family I had, and now they’re gone, they’re gone and I couldn’t do anything.” She sobbed. “Especially Nat, we grew up together in the red room. She was like a sister Ive always wanted and now she’s gone.” She bites her lower lip to stop the tears, she was stronger than this she knew Nat wouldn’t want her to feel this way.

“They saved us, they saved us so you could come back, so we can all come back. Do not blame yourself. It needed to happen.” He wipes her tears with the pad of his thumb. “You are such a strong woman y/n but it is okay to mourn for them.” As soon as he said that she fell into his grasp tugging on his suit as she cried into his chest feeling the emotions she tried to shut down, tried to hide but she couldn’t hide from him. Stephen is the only person she could open up to in this situation cause the two people she loved and adored was gone.

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It’s been a few months since the unfaithful day of Thanos attack. The world was trying to be the world again. Trying to build up what was once gone. The compound was finally rebuilt thanks to pepper but y/n didn’t want to leave Stephen’s side. She would constantly get nightmares of her past lately not realizing losing people would trigger her brain, but she was happier at the Sanctum. She helped Stephen whenever she can, she stepped down for being avenger for the moment so she could find herself again and be the happy girl she once knew. Nat would’ve wanted that for her and as well tony would too.

Y/n sat by the fireplace reading a book trying to distract her thoughts when Stephen entered the room with a huge winter jacket on. She crinkled her nose looking at him with confusion written on her face.

“What the actual hell are you wearing.” She laughed softly placing her book on her lap.

“Winter downstairs. Wouldn’t recommend going down there.” He chuckled deeply removing the coat placing in on a chair. He continued to look at her a soft look placed on his face. She tilted her head.

“You know, the compound was just built recently and I know I’ve extended my stay long enough; so I was thinking of going back.” She mumbled her finger trailing along the book her eyes following the movement of her finger. Stephen groans a bit rubbing his face.

“No.” He states his eyes locked on the way she was tracing the book but she quickly looks up at him with his statement. She laughed softly.

“No?” She questions standing up from the chair crossing her arms. “I don’t think you have an opinion on the matter.” Stephen rolls his eyes at her sass.

“You’re not ready yet.” He mumbles moving his way slowly towards her- his eyes piercing into her own.

“I cannot stay here forever.”

“Why not?” He snaps; his body mere inches from her. He slowly reaches out to grab her hand, his scarred one rubbed against her soft grip. She furrows her eyebrows her eyes trying to read his face.

“Because I cannot burden you Stephen.” She mumbles softly.

“You do not burden me.” He grumbles out moving his hand out of hers before using that same hand to place on her cheek. “I need you here.” She chews on the side of her cheek confused on what was happening.

“What do you mean you need me?” She asked her eyes moving towards his hand.

“Oh my god you’re so dense Y/n.” He groans before bringing his head towards her- his lips immediately catching her lips into a passionate soft kiss, her eyes widen at the contact, not sure what to do but when her brain starts to comprehend she flutters her eyes close allowing her lips to kiss him back. Her arms wrapping around his neck, his hands dropping down to her waist. He pulls back his eyes still closed placing his forehead against hers. “That’s why I don’t want you to leave.” She opens her eyes to look at him, his eyes already on her scanning her face.

“I’m not an easy person to love Stephen.” She whispered softly, her big doe eyes pleading with him to let her go but part of her knew she didn’t want that.

“I’ve heard I’m a great teacher.” He smirks softly rubbing his nose against hers. “Let me teach you, please.” She giggles softly looking down.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Good.” He says his lips softly placed against hers again.

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[ashdreams2023]

Ok I read your rules that you do any version of loki soooo. I was wondering what if male reader got into the void with loki [ male reader and loki are couple ] reader also sees other versions of him he and loki,he notice kid loki went up to loki and reader and said: kid loki: why do you guys wear rings?

Loki and Reader: Cuz were married

Kid loki:... m-m-married...😳 *kid loki blushes*

Note: Let's say in thor 1 male reader was loki only friend and he fell in love with him same goes with male reader and abult loki and reader forgot they were friends back then,and find out that kid loki has a crush on reader (obiusly) they push courage to kid loki to confess reader which work out well *insert cute fluff* .

Somewhere alone kid loki confesses his love to reader, reader accepts it also share how he feels to him also kisses him in the cheek.

Kid loki: Look I know we've been friends since we were younger,and I just want to say that I.........I like you.. Whenever your with me my heart just goes crazy..so.. I like you. Don't make me repeat it again,and would you like to be my boyfriend?

Kid male reader:...*blushes* Loki I also like you too, I was just waiting for you to confess and you did already I liked you ever since we were younger your smart,brave,and kind. And yes I would like to you to be your boyfriend.

*Reader kisses kid loki cheek ♥︎*

Kid loki: blushes madly

Kid male reader: Loki?...

Kid loki: blood run from his nose

Kid male reader: OH MY GOSH LOKI! ARE YOU OKAY?!

If you can if thats ok? :>

Again sorry this took ages but here you go

Loki x male reader

I really like you

"When you said you’re gonna go and find yourself I didn’t think you meant literally" you half joked when the group of Loki’s appeared.

Your husband sighed in utter defeat "Why does things keep happening to me? Am I being punished my love?"

You shrugged sticking out your tongue then got closer to the caped individuals.

"Hey there! So you’re the guys who’ve been keeping my Loki busy while I was gone ha?"

Classic Loki laughed "Oh? It’s you, I haven’t seen your face in…centuries"

The others chimed in quickly, they looked you up and down curiously.

All almost feeling nostalgic at the sight of you, while your Loki felt protective and held your hand into his.

Although you felt a pair of eyes staring at you and realized it was the youngest, kid Loki, the innocent little prince.

"You look like you have a question little prince" you smiled at the boy which made him blush slightly and grabbed the edges of his Tunic top.

"Yes I…why do you have matching rings?"

Your Loki chuckled softly and lifted your hands together "Because we are married"

Kid Loki blushed harder and looked speechless, he fiddle more with his tunic before finding the right words to use "Does that mean…my {name} likes me back?"

You blinked at him then hummed, it slipped your mind but you and Loki were close since you were little when you were just a warrior in training.

It made you almost smirk but you chose to use your words wisely instead "say, how about we help you with that, we’ll go and give you some support to share your feelings"

"What if mine doesn’t like me like that…" the kid pouted while looking down at his feet.

The other Loki’s laughed, beastful Loki took charge this time and answered "Loving {Name} was one of the most Devine things I’ve experienced in my life and I won’t change it for the world kid…so take our advice when we tell you confessing is better than dying and knowing you never got to tell them you care"

You had to admit that little speech did make your heart squeeze a little and it sure made kid Loki look more confident in this idea.

So it happened, you traveled back with the kid and your Loki, back to when time was still young and you see a smaller version of yourself swinging a sword in the air and striking a training dummy with sweat dripping down your face.

Kid Loki stood there for a moment, watching from afar with tenderness and loving innocence.

"Did you really look at me that way when we were children?" You asked your Loki who scoffed then looked to the side with pink tinted cheeks.

It was endearing to say the least.

"Hi! Can you stop for a minute I need to talk to you!" Kid Loki called your younger self.

"Sure whats up?"

You could make out the words "I like you" and how your younger self had his eyes go wide before holding kid Loki by the shoulders and kissing both his cheeks and matching his blush.

"I like you too! I’ll do my best to be the best boyfriend! Promise!" You shouted.

Your Loki rolled his eyes and smirked at you.

"Didn’t know you loved me this much either"

"Don’t push it prince"

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super Manga ch.97-99

Cell Max is running wild, but don't worry, because Goten and Trunks are here to pad the story give Piccolo and Gohan a breather.

To be fair, the boys do a little better once they turn Super Saiyan, which kind of begs the question of why they didn't just turn Super Saiyan from the start. This page's sole purpose is to have the Gammas notice their "resemblance" to Saiyaman X-1 and X-2. This would be annoying enough even if they did look alike, but they don't. Look at them! Trunks and Goten have tights and some sort of Stormtrooper midriff thing going on. The Gammas are wearing jodhpurs and bellhop jackets. And Goten and Trunks' color schemes are clearly reversed from one to the other. The Gammas match perfectly except for their red and blue capes.

The only real similarities here are the numbers on their costumes, and the fact that there are two of them. Oh, and Gamma 1 has a red cape, and Goten has a red cape. Eerie! What are the odds of two superheroes having red capes? You almost never see that. I mean, there's Superman, Thor, Great Saiyaman, Dr. Strange, Spawn, Great Saiyaman 2, the Scarlet Witch, Supergirl, Great Saiyaman 3, Power Girl, Steel, but other than those characters, I can't think of anyone else!

Then they all pose together and attack Cell Max in concert. It looks impressive, but their quadruple-team fails to do any damage. The Gammas acknowledge that Cell Max is still getting used to moving around in his body, so he's not fighting as effectively as he will be later in the story. So that's why Goten and Trunks can do this well without actually hurting their opponent. And that's fair.

What doesn't make a lot of sense is the Gammas' role in this part of the battle. Of everyone involved in this battle, they alone understand the danger Cell Max poses to the world, because Dr. Hedo told them about Max's powers. That's why they went in first when Cell Max first emerged. They knew they had to shut him down as quickly as possible. And they're not rusty like Goten and Trunks, or unfamiliar with their bodies like Cell Max. If there's a window of opportunity here for Goten and Trunks to fight Cell Max without looking outclassed, then you'd think the Gammas would use this chance to target Max's head and finish him off.

Of course, they can't actually do that, since that's not what happened in the movie, but that's the problem I have with all of this. Toyotaro keeps shoehorning Goten and Trunks into this story, and their scenes tend to interfere with the plot instead of adding to it. The Gammas have a cool gimmick and aesthetic with the super hero thing. It works. They don't need two more characters aping that look right beside them. At best it's redundant, and at worst it just cramps their style. It'd be like if Frieza had a teen sidekick following him around repeating everything he says. It would kill his whole vibe.

Okay, so once Goten and Trunks fuse into Gotenks, the battle plays out mostly like it did in the movie, but there's one part that got changed up and it caused some controversy in the fandom. Remember how Pan almost got killed, and Krillin called out to her and told her to fly, and then she managed to fly for the first time?

So in the manga, Pan has the same moment, except she doesn't take flight. Instead...

In this version, Krillin just flies over and grabs her. And that makes sense. Why would he just assume she can fly on her own? Why not just zip over and get her? However, this kills the character arc Pan had in the movie. She started the film wishing she could do more advanced training, but Piccolo won't let her because she can't fly yet. Then in this scene, she does fly, and when the movie ends she shows Piccolo and he proudly agrees to start giving her the advanced lessons.

Fans didn't like this version, because Toyotaro appeared to be saying "no" to something the fans enjoyed in the movie. Krillin doesn't need a hero moment in this scene because he gets a couple of hero moments when he helps fight Cell Max. He saves 18 and distracts Cell Max with a solar flare. Krillin's fine. So it sure looks like Toyotaro just scrapped Pan's big moment for no discernible reason. This happened in Chapter 97.

Hey, check out this cool shot of Orange Piccolo fighting Cell Max.

Right, back to what I was saying.

So in Chapter 98, Toyotaro redeems himself by having Pan fly for the first time, just in a later part of the battle. When Big Orange Piccolo gives the last senzu bean to Gohan in the movie, Gohan just eats it and that's it. But in the manga, Cell Max attacks Piccolo and knocks it out of his hand. No one can catch it, until Pan goes after it and follows it over a ledge. Gohan's worried, but then it turns out she can fly now so she was never in danger, and she gets to help him this way.

Is it better than the movie? I can see a case for this version, but one thing that bugs me is that it seems a bit contrived for Pan to notice the senzu bean and be able to follow it through the air the way she did. I believe she could and would catch it for her dad. That's fine. But I'm not sure she would understand the need from where she was sitting in Bulma's aircraft.

For that matter, I don't know that it makes sense for Pan to understand what a senzu bean is, or why Gohan would need one so badly. Someone might have explained it to her at some point, but Pan's only three years old. I wouldn't expect her to know everything about everything.

Anyway, it goes to show how much can change from one chapter to another. People were mad about Chapter 97, but only because they didn't have 98 right there in front of them to show them it wasn't that big a deal. This is one major reason why I don't like to read the manga as it publishes.

From here, well, I think I'm just down to cool shots of the fight with Cell Max.

I don't think much is different here, but the art is cool, and this is one of my favorite parts of the movie.

I think this is a manga-only bit. Cell Max works over Piccolo with ki blasts, and it looks like Piccolo blows up, which triggers Gohan's Beast form, but then later it turns out Gamma 1 was protecting Piccolo with his force field, which allowed him to withstand the blast.

Also, when Cell Max tries to use his wings to escape the attack Gohan has planned, Toyotaro has Gamma 1, Krillin, and 18 cut off his wings. Not sure we needed this, but sure, it gives those characters one more chance to shine.

And then Piccolo holds Cell Max down and pleads with Gohan to take the shot, and that's the end of chapter 99.

And that gets me all caught up. Now I just have to wait for Chapter 100, which is supposed to drop on December 20. Hopefully, it'll wrap up the Super Hero adaptation, but I wouldn't put it past Toyotaro to drag this thing out another three chapters with some sort of press conference featuring Sergeant Nutz, Saiyaman X-1 and X-2, and Cleangod.

There's been talk of a big surprise twist or something in chapter 100, but I'm not holding my breath. Usually when this franchise has a big announcement, it's about the date for some actual announcement later, and that announcement usually turns out to be something the fans kind of already heard about anyway. "Yes, we will be releasing a Chapter 101" is the sort of thing I would expect them to "announce" in chapter 100.

It would be cool if Chapter 100 ended with Black Frieza showing up and killing Vegeta or something major like that. Or, I don't know, maybe Goten and Trunks turn evil. Those would be shocking developments, but I doubt this manga would go that far. We'll just have to see...

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

a Halloween Party at the Avengers Compound

Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki doesn't want to go - you show him 3 different Costumes

Friends to Lovers fluff

Walking through the Compound you were amazed by all the Halloween Decorations ,there are soo many - impressive

Only three hours till the party starts , excited you went with a few Bags in your Hand to your Best Friend Loki to see what he is doing.

You knocked - "Lokiiiii it's me "

"Come in" - he answered opening the Door

"I am not going to Stark's Costume Party " Loki blurted

"Alright as I expected,at least tell me what you think about the Costumes I bought" you responded a bit disappointed

"Sure , Darling "

"Well then Mischief,turn around or close your eyes ,I am trying on my first Costume .... i bought three" -you grinned

"Alright ''he rolled his Eyes

"ok , you can look what do you say ?"

"What is that supposed to represent?"Loki asked confused

" I am a Witch" you answered

"I know many Witches but they are not dressed like that and the Skirt is too short and your....No .. I don't like this" he replied

Ok ..ok.. i will change to the next one

"I am ready ,look "

"It's too revealing .... I only like the Horns " Loki said not understanding why you would want to even wear something like that for everyone to see

"Well .. I already knew you wouldn't like the first two Outfits for the Party but I wanted to see your Reactions" - you admitted laughing

"I will show you now my last Outfit.It's also my favourite" you told Loki excited

"what do you think ?"

"You are dressed as Me ? " he asked

" Yesss, how do you like the Cape and the Horns ?? I think the Leather Pants are my favorite" you were happy with the commissioned Outfit

Loki smiles " Darling,that's my favorite, you look Perfect" he compliments

"Well... I can't decide if I want to be You or be with You" - you tried to be funny

*No Reaction from him*

Suddenly you felt kinda disappointed, you gave Loki so many hints that you like him and thought he might like you too .

"Ok ...the Party starts soon ...I will go .. Can't wait to see Thor's Reaction to my Outfit "you said trying to sound thrilled - turning away from him

Hearing his Brothers name from your Lips was like a rude wake up - feeling a pang of jealousy he grabbed your Arm and turned you around to look at him . You only need to see him not his Brother or anyone else .

Darling,stay with me

You mean everything to me ,I love you - he confessed

I love you too - you smiled happily

My Masterlist

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

Out of all the Time Lines Chpt1: Avengers I need your help

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (comming soon)

Chapter 4: -

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

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You entered the living room with the rest of the team all covered in dust, scratches and tired faces. All of you just saved another casual disaster but the aftermath was the annoying part, burning buildings, hurt people, without Tony stark it meant the clean up crew for the Avengers were the Avengers.

"Alright, what movie and what restaurant shall we engage in tonight." You say as you use your magic to teleport your sword to your room and grab the telephone on the coffee table, plopping on the couch.

"I don't know, but I am in the mood for some Mexican food," Sam said walking in and taking off his goggles.

"Yeah no we just had Mexican yesterday Sam there is no way I am eating another burrito, enchiladas, or taco for the 5th time this week." Bucky shouted as he stretched out on the loveseat next to the couch.

Scott, Thor, Wanda, Peter, Kate and Yelena walked in as they made their way to the kitchen and the living room to relax after a long day.

"Well I for one could actually go for some Phò." Wanda said while grabbing a glass of water. "Yes that actually sounds nice," you replied.

"Second it." Bucky Raised his hand and passed out on the loveseat.

"I will fiest on any of your choosing," Thor said while taking off his cape to wipe off the gunk from storm breaker.

"Phò sounds wonderful. Just make sure I get one of those spring roles. Oh and don't forget were running out of chilli sauce." Yelena shouted from the fridge.

"I just restocked." Scott threw his arms and groaned. "hah." Yelena mocked.

Peter took off his mask and rubbed his forehead combing his hair back, he had the worst migraine ever. Was this a spider sense? Why is it worse than ever?

You shouted for his attention, "Peter man of the hour, Mexican or Phò." Peter didn't answer, he was trying to hold himself on the table trying to compile himself.

"Peter?" You looked towards him. You started to get worried and walked towards him. "Peter. Did you hear me, Phò or Mexican?"

Peter looked at you and fell on his butt.

"Look kid we all are tired but at least try to make it to the couch I ain't carrying you." Same teased.

"Peter are you alright," Wanda said with a concerned face rushing towards him.

"Just tired... crazy migraine, feels like a spider sense but not ...it's the worst I've had." Peter looked at the concerned faces towards him, while he found support from your hand "Probably just tired." he chuckled.

"Well Phò it is, maybe next time Sam." You shook the phone and gave it to Scott to take the orders because he knew the team lie the back of his hand.

"Peter do you require help to get on the couch." You brought Peter back up as he tried to make his way onto the kitchen island.

"I'm fine just need water and a good meal. Imma lay by here." He groaned and slipped onto the table face on the surface.

You went to the sink to pour him a glass of water. Placed it on the counter making sure he drank every drop.

You grabbed a popcorn pack from a top shelf and brought it to the microwave as you set the time. You looked back at Peter who was getting a second refill.

You crossed your arms as you leaned back on the wall waiting for the timer on the microwave to go off. You closed you eyes resting your head as you looked up the ceiling.

"Teya what movie...Not silence of the lambs"

"Action or Comedy, Sam I don't mind..." You sighed not opening your eyes taking some shut eye before the alarm in the warehouse blares for the next emergency.

"Cassie said Gnomeo and Juliet was nice," Scott said looking through his phone.

"Bucky is scared of the Frog." You chuckled.

"In my Defense doll I only said it to make my move on you." he smirked kissing your cheek.

"Now thats a new level of low and pathetic." Sam groaned in disgust. You try reach for an aspirin on the top shelf but Bucky beat you to it.

"Here." he passed the bottle to you.

"I lift cars, I think can lift a shelf handle." you retorted to him

"We talked about this doll," he places both his arms on your shoulder.

"Right..." you breathed and dialouged dramatically " Why thank you, James, you're such a gentleman." flipping your hair.

"OH I call dibs on Robocop" Yelena raised her hand after laying out all the snacks.

"I'm letting the kid's pop culture spinner decide." Sam takes the remote from Scott and faces back to Peter. "Yo Pete what movie."

"Babylon," Peter replied from the kitchen island still rubbing his temple.

"As long as it's not Hamilton." You teased.

"Sams got it all memorized by now." Bucky continued.

"Not as much as you Buck, I heard him belting burn last night," Sam replied. The microwave beeped as you turned your back from the crowd and you grabbed a bowl to place the pack in.

"Heh well, you can say he's gonna be your right-hand man." you giggled at your cringe joke. "Get it." but no response was made, just silence from the crowd.

"Oh cmon that was fun-" you turn to see the reason of their response and froze "Ny......"

"Avengers I need your help."

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Shades of Green

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: nothing really just jealous Thor

Genre: it’s pretty floofy

Summary: Thor does not appreciate another man chatting you up

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 "Y/n dear you need to go and get ready before people start arriving." Frigga tells as you help her finalize plans for tonight's ball. Thor and Loki have returned two days ago from some quest Odin sent them on and Frigga has insisted on a party to properly welcome her sons. 

"Are you sure you don't need any more help, my queen? I don't mind staying to-"

"Nonsense. I have everything under control. This party honors your betrothed, you need to look like you belong at his side. So go." She shoos you away before you can protest again so you make your way back to your room to dress for the party. Your gown is a sharp red, matching that of Thor's cape, long and draping over you flatteringly. It cascades around you at your feet in a way you think may be inconvenient in a crowded hall but Frigga seems confident it will not cause any issues.

It doesn't take you long to get ready but Frigga was very clear about you joining the festivities at a specific time so you have to wait for her cue before returning to the hall. By that time the celebration is practically in full swing, all that's missing is your lover and his brother.

You circle the room in tandem with Frigga, mingling with guests wherever she is not, charming everyone you speak to with ease until Odin demands the room's attention. Frigga joins him at the front of the crowd and together they announce Thor and Loki with words of praise and pride.

You smile brightly watching Thor and Loki flank their parents in front of the crowd blushing when the former catches your gaze and winks at you. The entire room erupts at the sight of them and they're swept into the swarm of people as soon as they finish their greeting.

"Y/N!" Thor's voice booms even over the sea of voices and the upbeat music. It's hard to pinpoint the direction it's coming from but soon his arms are wrapped around you, pulling you towards him swiftly. "Oh how I've missed you, my lady." He sighs before kissing you which you return immediately. He may have returned two days ago but it seems the work never stops for your prince, he's been busy from the moment he came back as such you've only seen him in passing since he's been home.

"And I've missed you." You tell him with a giggle once you break the kiss.

"I'm sorry I've not had time to spend with you these past two days-"

"Nonsense Thor, you have responsibilities. I understand. It's not like I sit around waiting for you to spend time with me you know." You wink at him.

"Do you not?" He smiles.

"If I did I'd be rather bored most days and boredom breeds chaos." You muse and Thor laughs.

"Growing up with Loki I am certainly no stranger to that." He says.

"Thor my friend! You must tell us of your latest travels! I have a million questions!" One of Thor's friends Hogun claps Thor on the back to grab his attention. Before Thor can even answer, Hogun is already leading Thor off and Thor shoots you an apologetic look that you meet with a smile mouthing that you'll find him later. A glance through the crowd allows you to find Loki amongst a group of giggling maidens all seemingly vying for his attention. You make your way to the group looping an arm through Loki's and shooting the girls a smile.

"Apologies ladies, I'm going to steal Loki from you all for a bit." You say kindly. A couple of them toss you looks that you pointedly ignore as you tug Loki away from his fan club. 

"Something the matter y/n?" He asks with a concerned frown on his face.

"Not at all, I just haven't seen you since you've been back which is ridiculous."

"You should see the to-do list Father has me and Thor on since we've gotten back. It feels like it's getting longer every day. Honestly, this party is the first break we've had." Loki shakes his head.

"Yeah you seem quite occupied."

"Absolutely and Thor complains about not seeing you all the time. You have spoken to him, right? I expected him to be glued to your side."

"We've spoken, but his friends grabbed him to discuss your adventures."

"And he let them?" Loki jokes making you laugh.

"You two will be pulled in many directions tonight I'm sure." You smile.

"Yes well, I can count on you to rescue me right?"

"Come now Loki don't pretend you aren't loving the positive attention here."

"It's strange."

"You deserve it, but if you really want to escape a conversation of course I've got you." You tell him.

"Brilliant." He nods.

"Excuse me." A voice calls and you snap your head in the direction of the sound.

"Hello." You say, both you and Loki sizing the stranger up.

"I don't mean to interrupt, welcome home your highness, but I simply couldn't risk missing an opportunity to introduce myself to a beauty such as yourself." The man smiles. Loki stifles a laugh at the obvious line and you have to stop yourself from making a face at him.

"Thank you, and you are-?" You ask, not hiding the confusion in your voice.

"Khristofer Eriksson." The man says with a bow. Loki can barely contain the smile threatening to split his face as he watches the interaction.

"Khristofer. It is- nice to meet you." You say.

"The pleasure is all mine, my lady. May I be so lucky that you might share your name?"

"You are- quite a character. My name is y/n."

"A name as gorgeous as the owner of it."

"You're rather forward." Loki muses.

"Is there any other way to be?" Khristofer smirks.

"Perhaps with the betrothed of a prince, you'd do well to watch your words." Loki suggests.

"Betrothed of a prince?" Khristofer looks at you.

"Thor." You smile.

"Really? Interesting that he's left you alone." Khristofer hums.

"Not alone." Loki says.

"He and Loki are the men of the hour. Everyone will be vying for their attentions all night. I know it's my attention he wants more than any of this." You shrug casually.

"You sound quite sure of yourself." Khristofer says.

"Thor makes it impossible to doubt him." You smile. Loki is again fighting a smile at the underlying warning in your tone. This, your ability to subtly take on challenges is exactly how he grew to like you enough to now call you friend, to be happy you're marrying his brother.

"Smart man, it would be a shame for someone to be able to turn your head away from him." Khristofer says with a slight smile.

"I think you'll find I'm not so easily swayed."

"Then, would you be so kind as to gift me a dance?"

"A dance?"

"Just one. Harmless enough." His smile tells you otherwise but there's a challenge in his words and if you are to survive as a member of Asgard's royal family you will not allow this man room to see you as weak.

"I'm feeling charitable tonight so one dance I'll allow." You say matching both his tone and the daring look in his eye as you place your hand in his waiting palm. Loki watches with faint amusement as Khristofer leads you to the dancefloor, but only for a moment. When the man's hand settles on your back Loki finds his brother.

"You've left your betrothed alone for too long brother." Loki says interrupting Thor's conversation with a group of partygoers.

"Who is she with?" Thor's gaze has hardly left you since he was dragged off by his friends. He did watch the unfamiliar man walk up to you and Loki but as his brother was with you he worried less until he watched the man lead you to dance.

"He calls himself Khristofer. The man attempts to woo her. He's failing but- seems rather determined." Loki informs Thor.

"She accepted a dance." Thor observes.

"He's been challenging her. It's a battle of wits between them."

"What do you say, brother? Should I intervene?"

"I certainly would."

"Very well." Thor nods. He politely dismisses himself from the group he's a part of and crosses the room to where you're dancing with Khristofer.

"Y/n." Thor's hand at your back abruptly stops Khristofer's movements.

"Thor, hello my love." You smile at him, stepping out of Khristofer's arms and closer to Thor. 

"Your highness." Khristofer addresses him but Thor barely spares him a glance.

"Finally escaped the adoring fans?" You joke with Thor.

"I hope you don't mind me cutting in. It hardly seems fair that someone else should enjoy the pleasure of dancing with you when I have not." Thor smiles.

"Thor this is Khristofer Eriksson. He is- I actually do not know much about him. He spoke to me and Loki for a bit and then he asked for a dance. I was feeling generous." You say.

"And for that I thank you, lady y/n but now I'll leave you in the hands of the prince." Khristofer says with a bow before walking away.

"A dance, my lady?" Thor asks.

"Of course, my prince." You smile allowing him to pull you into his arms and lead you across the floor.

"That man." Thor mutters.

"Hm? Khristofer? What of him?" You ask.

"Who was he?"

"Well I'm not sure. As I said he didn't share much. Not that I was particularly interested enough to ask."

"Loki told me he attempted to woo you."

"Loki told you?"

"Yes. What is he talking about?"

"You know I think you look good in all colors my love, but perhaps green is not your finest shade." You giggle.

"Y/n." Thor says in warning making you laugh more.

"Oh he was just running his mouth Thor, honestly I can hardly remember what he was on about. Some nonsense about you leaving me alone, but I handled it." You say, amusement clear in your voice. "I can't believe Loki left that part out."

"I'll admit I was a bit too distracted to think of asking him for details."

"Distracted?" You ask with a knowing smile.

"You were dancing with a stranger. Why wouldn't I be distracted?"

"I had no idea were such the jealous type, my dear prince." You chuckle.

"I normally wouldn't class myself that way but it would seem things are different with you my darling." Thor hums. You smile as you lay your head against his chest while you continue to dance. It's silly for him to worry about such things but your heart warms at the thought that he cares so much.

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[lilredniki]

Why didn't you tell me

Prompt: Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt

Character: Thor

Y/n groaned as she walked farther behind Thor and the others.

She tried to hide the pain in her eyes.

Thankfully everyone thought it was because of her crush on Thor only to end up being told he was already in love.

Loki knew the truth about that. He also promised not to tell a soul.

Y/n grabbed her arm where her soul mark was.

Loki was next to her in an instant.

“Are you okay Y/n?” He whispered.

“Honestly, I don’t know Lokh.”

He grabbed her sleeve and pulled it up to see. What he saw made him gasp.

Thor heard and turned to them.

“Brother is everything okay?”

Loki couldn’t speak.

Thor looked at Loki’s hand and saw Y/n’s arm covered in blood.

He ran over to them and gently held Y/n’s arm. He ripped some of his cape off and had Loki clean the wound.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

Y/n winced as Loki worked.

“I didn’t want you to think I’m weak.”

Thor wrapped her arm with the cloth.

“I would never see you as weak. You made me believe in female warriors.”

Y/n blushed.

Loki looked at Thor and nodded.

“Father has something for the three of us when we get back.” Thor said softly.

He picked Y/n up and carried her to the meeting place.

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At the palace, Thor helped Y/n get off her horse while Loki smiled and grabbed her weapons.

Thor, Y/n and Loki walked in and saw Odin waiting for them.

“I believe I told you I have something for you.”

They nodded.

“I wish to congratulate the three of you.”

“What’s the occasion if you don’t mind me asking All-father.”

“The three of you are to be married in a months time.”

Loki asked the age old question.

“To whom?”

Odin smiled as Frigga stepped out.

“Y/n is going to marry both of you.”

Y/n looked shocked.

Frigga gently grabbed her arm and removed the wrap. “This soul mark is half Thor and half Loki now.”

“So that’s why Loki and I have half a mark.”

“Yes Thor. We just needed to wait for her to be able to get the other half.”

“So that’s why it hurt more than it should have when I got scratched.”

“Yes dear one.” Frigga said with a gentle smile.

[theangrykimchi]

For the Thorki kiss number 33 please 🙏

I had such a hard time deciding which premise I wanted for this kiss it was insane lol I hope you will like some canon-adjacent thoughts 🥰

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“-the righteousness surging! Hey, do you want to have a rousing discussion about truth? Honor? Patriotism? God bless Amer–hmpf!”

Loki lets the Captain’s Glamour drop as he gets knocked back against a pillar, Thor's massive hand pressing against his mouth to shut him up. He thrashes a little at the sudden manhandling but it's mostly for show. Loki knows this. Thor also knows this, because as soon as Loki grabs his hand Thor retracts it.

“What?” snarls Loki, more irritated by the fact Thor gave up so easily than being handled in that way by him.

Thor takes away his hand resting on the side of Loki’s neck and along with it his warmth, and steps back, silent and somber like a stone statue. He isn't even looking at him and that stokes the fires of Loki's ire. He keeps quiet, though, when he notices the guards passing by them some feet down the hall, subconsciously moving closer to Thor. The last thing he'd want right now would be to be thrown back in his cell before getting to have some fun, so he waits until the guards have vanished down another corridor, before he speaks.

“You could at least furnish me with a weapon. My daggers–something.”

Thor finally looks at him, scowling—Loki doesn't care, elation fluttering in his gut—and pulls something metallic from inside his drab cape.

“At last,” Loki smiles widely, offering his hands for the weapon to be placed inside them, “a little common sens-...”

A pair of seidr-dampening handcuffs locks around his wrists and it's Loki's turn to scowl now, raising his hands between them, glaring at Thor.

“I thought you liked tricks.” Thor chuckles and is about to walk away when, in a motion quick as lightning, Loki throws his arms above and over his brother's head and pulls him close by the neck, bringing their mouths together in a forceful kiss that doesn't last more than a few seconds. Thor’s hand slaps against his lean chest in reflex, pushing him back against the wall again, growling. “Loki–”

“I do like tricks. Especially ones played at your expense.” Loki purrs and locks his hands firmly behind Thor's neck, tangling his fingers in long, blond strands of hair. Thor doesn't come easier when Loki pulls him close this time but their lips come together in another kiss that doesn't last longer than the last. The third, though, this one does last longer and the flutter in Loki's belly turns into a blizzard as Thor loses himself into the silky side, the familiar taste for a few moments more.

When he speaks, his voice has lowered, got raspier, sending sparks down Loki's spine to his toes for hearing it like that again after all this time, filled with want. “There's no time for your games, brother.”

A long leg wraps around Thor's hip, keeping him firmly pressed against Loki, their manhoods rubbing together through layers of clothing.

“This is where you are mistaken, dear Thor, there's always time for a little fun to be had.”

Those massive hands finally return to Loki's body, one pressing bruises above his hipbone and the other cradling his neck. So fiercely. So tenderly.

“This doesn't change anything, I'm still angry at you,” Thor whispers before Loki seals their mouths together in a biting, unforgiving kiss that leaves them seeking more and more when it's over.

They don't pull apart until a commotion from down the hall compels them to do so, Loki already thinking of how he's going to tease his brother into ravishing his mouth again at the first possible moment when a hard slap makes his head turn. With his lips still tingling and bruised from their kisses, it takes every little ounce of self-control in him not to start laughing at Thor's new amore’s face.

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[november-rayne]

Chapter Eleven: The Betrothal Feast

Summary: Loki and Sigyn get know each other better at the feast

Word Count: 3700

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Fluff and humor

Chapter Index

The feasting hall was more packed than Loki had ever remembered seeing it. Everyone was excited to lay eyes on the future princess again.

“You draw quite the crowd.” He picked up his water goblet and motioned to the crowd before taking a sip.

“People love an excuse to imbibe. I do not believe my sitting on this dais has anything to do with it.” Sigyn speared a bite of her meat and moaned softly as she chewed.

“Asgard has had many priceless treasures pass through these halls, not one of them as lovely as you.”

Sigyn covered her mouth, “Your Highness, you flatter me.” She turned her attention back to her plate. Loki chuckled to himself and turned to his brother on his other side.

Thor was staring into the mass of people at the long rows of tables before them.

“This is quite the turnout. Half the realm must be squeezed in here.”

“Hmm? Oh, yes. Everyone is in good spirits,” Thor replied.

“Are you all right? You seem distracted.”

Thor smiled widely at him, “I am perfectly well, thank you. I could not be better.” He grabbed his drinking horn and drained it in three gulps.

“I see.”  Loki eyed him suspiciously as he made a motion for a refill.

“I do not think I could eat another bite.” Sigyn sighed and pushed her plate away. “Did you get enough to eat, My Prince?”

“I did.”

Sigyn smiled widely. “Good. A prince needs his nourishment.” She reached over and squeezed his hand. “Will there be dancing tonight?”

“Yes, I believe so. Once most people have finished eating, they will remove some of the tables from the center. The musicians will set up in that balcony there.” Loki motioned to the small balcony across the room.

“And do you dance, Your Highness?”

He eyed her playfully, “I could be persuaded.” A pink blush adorned her cheeks from the two glasses of wine she had consumed.

“If only I could persuade you,” she scooted her chair closer so that her knee was touching his, “would Your Highness dance with me?”

Loki picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. “I would be delighted. Would you care to get some air with me?”

“That sounds lovely.”

Loki stood and offered her his arm. He walked them over to Sigyn’s father at the center of the table beside Odin. “We are going to step out onto the balcony for some air. Would you care to join us?”

“No, you kids go on ahead.” Lord Anderson went back to his storytelling.

Lady Anderson watched the pair slip through the double doors to the balcony behind the dais. “Leave the doors open, if you please, Your Highness,” she called after them, her hand on her necklace.

Loki left the doors open and led Sigyn into the cool night air. This balcony was restricted to only those on the dais and was currently empty apart from the two of them. It overlooked an orchard of fruit trees. The rows of trees stretched far into palace grounds, and stone benches were dotted throughout. The breeze made the leaves dance in the silvery moonlight. The scent of crisp apples filled the air.

Sigyn rubbed her arms and shivered slightly as she leaned against the balustrade. Loki unclasped his cape and placed it over her bare shoulders. She wrapped it tightly around herself. “Thank you, Your Highness.” When Loki turned to look out to the orchard, she buried her face in the cloak to breathe in the scent of him.

“What a beautiful evening,” she said as she raised her face to the sky.

Loki ran his thumb across her jaw and squeezed her chin. “What a beautiful woman.” She shivered again, but not from the cool air this time.

She reached up, took his hand in both of hers, and let out a contented little sigh. She glanced over her shoulder and saw her mother watching them from the dining hall, so she reluctantly released his hand and placed hers on the stone railing. Loki followed her gaze, then followed suit.

“She thinks I brought you out here to do unspeakable things to you?”

“I cannot know what she thinks. I know that ever since my brothers were killed, she never lets me out of her sight anymore. She has reverted to treating me like a child.”

“I am sorry for your family’s loss. I cannot imagine the pain it must have caused you.” He brushed an errant curl from her face.

“My brothers were the best people I have ever known. They died nobly. I will see them again in Valhalla.”

They stood in silence for a moment before Loki cleared his throat, eager to change the subject, “Thor tells me you visited him at the training grounds this morning.”

“Yes, I start training with the Lady Sif tomorrow.” She was beaming at him now. “She is a famous shield maiden, even where I am from. I cannot wait to see what I can learn from her.” Loki was staring at her face, taking in all her excitement. “Is something the matter, Your Highness?”

“Your whole face just lit up. I was admiring the view.”

“Oh,” she glanced away, “I do tend to get a little excited when I get an opportunity to learn something new.”

“That is wonderful. I am excited for you. Tell me, what else do you enjoy?”

“Well, let’s see,” she pondered for a bit, then replied, “I love to swim, I love long walks in the forest, I love to read books and to write poetry. I love to ride.”

“No needlework or weaving?”

Sigyn wrinkled her nose, “Norns, no! I love to dance. I love to study the healing arts. I love to travel and see new places.”

“What about the harp?”

“I have no ear for it, unfortunately.”

“Watercolor?”

She laughed, “I am better with a sword than a brush.”

Loki laughed with her, “I cannot wait to see that.”

“I enjoy watching plays and listening to music. I enjoy appreciating works of art, not creating them.”

“You are a work of art.” He looked away quickly, a little embarrassed that he had said that out loud.

“You,” Sigyn poked her finger directly into the center of Loki’s chest, “flatterer. I see now why you are called Silvertounge.”

Loki raised an eyebrow and gave her a sly smile, “That is not the only reason I am called Silvertounge.” He couldn’t help himself. He caught her hand and kissed the back of it again.

“Mmmm…” Sigyn looked over her shoulder. Her mother had returned her attention to the Queen. She put her hand on Loki’s shoulder and pressed her body to his. Loki slid his arm around her waist and pressed into her tightly. His heart started pounding in his chest. “Tell me more, Your Highness.”

“What would you like to know?” He took her free hand and twined his fingers in hers.

“Tell me, My Prince, what do you enjoy?”

“A great many things.”

“Such as?”

“Swimming, long walks, reading books, writing poetry,” he released her hand and put both hands on her hips, “riding, dancing, studying magic, traveling, combat training, watching plays, and listening to music.”

“And?” She slid both of her hands up his arms to his shoulders.

“And that is a story for another time. I need to get you back inside.” But he made no move to leave. He could not pull his gaze from her face. She looked so beautiful, bathed in moonlight. He brushed away a curl that had blown across her eyes.

“Loki…I,” she ran her hands down his arms and took both of his hands in hers, “Your Highness, I mean,” she looked down at their hands, “your life before I met you is none of my business. I just wanted you to know that I do not have any preconceived ideas about you as a person, despite the rumors about you. I am looking forward, of course, to getting to know you. I hope you might be feeling the same.”

“Please feel free to call me by my familiar name when we are alone.” Loki could feel the conflict stirring inside him. Should he be letting himself get close to her? Could he make her happy? Could she ignore his philandering past? Is she too good to be true? Does she have an ulterior motive? Is he opening himself up for heartbreak? This was becoming too much for him to think about all at once.

He leaned forward and slowly kissed her forehead. “This is a conversation for another time. We are at a celebration! Let us get you another glass of wine. Then I will dance with you until the sun comes up.”

She beamed up at him, “Fine. We can save the grown-up conversations for another time. I cannot wait for you to take me out onto the dance floor, but no more wine for me.”

“No more wine? Was it not to your liking?” He gave her a playful smile.

She shook her head, “No, it was delicious, but I am already tipsy. Any more, and I may end up doing something to get me into trouble.”

“You? Causing trouble? I do not believe such a thing is possible.”

“Ah, I did not say I would be causing the trouble. I said it could get me into trouble…” Her mischief brightened her eyes, “if I were caught, that is.” She twirled the end of his hair in her fingers.

Heat flooded his lower belly. He swallowed hard and licked his lips. His heartbeat picked up again, “I… I should really get you back inside.”

Sigyn sighed, “I suppose you should.” She unclasped the cloak and handed it back to him. Goosebumps immediately rose on her arms. Loki wanted to wrap his arms around her and pull her close to him again, but he escorted her back inside instead.

The King and Lord Anderson stood behind their chairs talking when Loki and Sigyn approached. “Ah, there is my girl!”

“Are you enjoying the festivities, Lady Sigyn?” Odin asked.

“Everything is perfect, Your Majesty. Thank you.” She curtsied.

“And I trust my son has been on his best behavior?” Odin clasped his hands behind his back and gave Loki a look that told him there was only one answer he would deem acceptable.

“Yes. The Prince has been a perfect gentleman.” She gave Loki a grin and patted the top of his hand.

“They have started to clear some of the tables. The band will be starting soon,” Frigga said as she and Lady Anderson were walking back from the powder room.

Lord Anderson slid his arm around his wife’s waist and kissed her neck right under her ear. “Erik! Mind your manners.” She playfully slapped his chest.

“Forgive me. I cannot help myself. You look just as beautiful as the last time we were here. Being back in the palace is bringing back fond memories.” Lord Anderson removed his arm from her waist, picked up her hand, and kissed it.

“The diplomatic visit you mentioned yesterday?” Loki asked.

“Ah yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. The King had invited us to the capital to officially name House Anderson as the Wardens of the Northern Territory,” Lord Anderson was beaming, “when we left, all those weeks later, we had the most precious gift in tow.” Lady Anderson dabbed a tear from her eye. “Our precious Sigyn was conceived right here in this very palace.”

“Oh…” was all Loki could manage.

“How auspicious,” Frigga said. “And now she returns! The Norns weave the most intricate patterns. Don’t you think?”

“It is remarkable to think about,” Lady Anderson supplied, “The babe on your hip and the babe in my belly are now standing before us hand in hand, soon to be husband and wife.” Tears sprang to her eyes in earnest. Loki produced a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. “Thank you, My Prince. Pardon me, Your Majesties.” She dabbed her eyes.

Loki was surprised that it was his father who spoke next. “The future of your family’s house, your lands, the realm, and especially your beautiful daughter will be in good hands.” Odin clapped Loki on the shoulder before turning to his wife. “Come, my dear, let us stretch our legs and get some air. Excuse us.” Odin took Frigga’s arm, and everyone bowed and curtsied as they made their way to the balcony.

Loki was standing there speechless. He was always caught off guard when Odin praised him. Lord Anderson put his arm around his wife’s shoulder and rubbed her arm.  “You kids go have some fun. I am not done mooning over your mother,” he laughed.

“Find your maids, Sig. Be sure you come and get me when you are ready to retire.” Lady Anderson was wringing the handkerchief in her hands.

“Astrid, she is a grown woman and soon to be married.” He turned to Sigyn, “Go. Have a good time. Dance until dawn. Celebrate your betrothal. Make some new friends. Drink and make merry. You deserve it, pumpkin.” Lord Anderson pulled her into a big bear hug.

“Thank you, Papa.” She kissed him on his cheek, “I will stay out of trouble.”

“You could get into a little bit of trouble. Just don’t let your mother find out.”

“Erik! Honestly…” Lady Anderson gave her husband an annoyed look. “Sigyn, remember that you are a Lady from a prominent house. Please behave as such.” She threw Loki a glance.

“My Lord, My Lady, you have my word; I will keep her safe and happy. Enjoy your evening as well.” Loki collected Sigyn and led her down the stone steps to the main floor. “Are you sure you don’t want another glass of wine? That was… a lot.” Loki chuckled. “Did you know?”

Sigyn laughed, “Did I know I was conceived here? No. My mother would rather shave her head than talk with me about sex. She left it up to my nanny to teach me how babies were made.” She shook her head. “What about you?”

“The Queen.”

“Really?”

“Yes, well, the technical stuff anyway. My older brother and his friends were the ones who informed me that it wasn’t just for making babies.”

“It’s not?”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up, and he whipped his head around. Sigyn’s eyes were wide and curious, “What other possible reason would two people have to do such a thing?”

Loki stood there gaping at her. “Sigyn, I…you should probably…I am not the best person to…” He raked his hands through his hair. “Oh, Norns.”

Sigyn covered her mouth just as a burst of laughter escaped. “Sorry. I am so sorry. I could not help myself.” She held her stomach as the fit of giggles continued. “The look on your face…was priceless.”

Loki was stunned as he watched her fall apart laughing. He leveled her with a devilish grin and pressed his mouth close to her ear, “Oh, you are going to pay for that one, little kitten.” She shivered and squeezed his arm tight.

“Loki,” she licked her lips. The way she said his name set his body on fire. “Your brother…”

“What?!”

“Just there.” Loki turned around to follow her gaze. He saw Thor ducking into a darkened alcove.

‘What is he up to?’ Loki wondered. When he turned his attention back to Sigyn, she was watching as the twins from Vanaheim approached.

“Good evening, Your Highness.” They curtsied and spoke in unison.

“Good evening. Ingrid, Ingunn, allow me to present Lady Sigyn. My lady, the daughters of the ambassador of Vanaheim, Ingrid, and Ingunn.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, My Lady,” Ingrid said, smiling sweetly.

“You are the luckiest girl in all the Nine, My Lady,” Ingunn added, her smile strained.

“Oh, well, thank you.” Sigyn tightened her grip on Loki’s arm. “I feel very blessed that the Norns have chosen me to be of service to the realm.”

Ingrid giggled, “Of service to the Prince, you mean.”

Ingunn shot her sister an angry look.

“I am looking forward to all of my duties as Princess,” Sigyn said coolly as she ran her free hand down Loki’s bicep and clasped her hands together in the crook of his elbow.

Loki chortled, and Ingunn looked like she was going to cry.

“If you will excuse us, ladies, I promised my betrothed a dance.” The twins curtsied as Loki ushered Sigyn away to the hall’s center. “You were ruthless back there.” He grinned as he spun her around to start their dance.

“Apologies, Your Highness. I do not wish to be rude to your friends.”

“Oh, do not apologize. I liked it.” He was smiling down at her.

“I could not help myself. I did not care for the way she was looking at you.”

“Were you jealous, kitten?”

“Possibly.”

“There is no need for that. Now, are you ready to be swept off your feet?”

“I am!”

With that, Loki fell into step with the rest of the dancers. They danced together for hours. They stopped only occasionally when a courtier cut in or when a servant passed by with the water pitcher. The crowd was thinning, and it was well after midnight when Loki noticed Sigyn’s yawns started coming more frequently. She put up a small protest when he insisted that it was time to retire. He could only convince her to call it a night when he reminded her of her training with the lady Sif in the morning. They walked unnaturally slowly back to her chambers.

Loki was swimming with emotions. He did not want to deliver Sigyn back to her parents. He wanted to steal her away to his room, draw her a bath and help her comb the tiny knots from her hair. He wanted to massage her aching feet by the fire and recall the highlights from the night’s festivities. He wanted to curl his body around hers and feel the rise and fall of her breaths against his chest as she drifted off to sleep. He wanted to see the creases on her face from the pillowcase in the morning.

And it scared him to death.

He wanted to run. He wanted to slip away from the palace in the night and get as far away from the capital as possible. He wanted to get so drunk that he forgot how she looked, how she smelled, and especially how she made him feel. He wanted to fuck the first willing body he encountered in hopes that it would help him forget just how badly he wanted to be with her.

“Are you all right, Your Highness? Did I overstep this evening? Were you hoping to dance with more ladies?” She bumped her shoulder into his.

“Oh, nothing like that. I cannot recall another feast where I had more fun.”

“You are quiet.”

“I was just thinking.”

“I see.” She waited for him to elaborate, and when he didn’t, she decided to take it upon herself to lighten the mood. She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. “Were you thinking what I was thinking?”

“What were you thinking, kitten?” Loki’s interest was piqued.

Sigyn stopped and turned so that they were standing face to face. “I was thinking, Your Highness,” she looked down to his large hands in hers, “that you and I could sneak off together."

Loki raised his eyebrows. Sigyn continued, “We could sneak off together,” she lifted onto her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “to the kitchens and steal a few snacks. I am starving.”

“Is your mind always on food?” Loki laughed as they continued walking towards her room.

“Not always. Mostly, but not always,” she said. Loki shook his head. “What? I love to eat.”

“You and my brother have that in common.”

“Speaking of Thor, I did not see him much this evening.”

“No, nor did I. I will check on him tomorrow.” Loki frowned, “This is where I leave you.” They stopped in front of the double doors to the apartment. Sigyn started to fiddle with her bracelet.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” she sighed, “Loki. Thank you, Loki, for one of the most fun evenings I have had in a very long time.” She stole a glance at him and dropped her eyes again.

“I should be thanking you. With you on my arm, I was the envy of everyone in the room.” He touched her neck and brushed her cheek with his thumb.  She shivered and let out a trembling breath. Her eyes fluttered up to meet his. They stood like that, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity.

“May I?” Loki asked tentatively.

Sigyn gave the tiniest of affirmative nods and lifted her face to his. Loki’s heart was pounding in his chest. He dropped his hand from her neck and took both her hands in his. He leaned over slowly. She closed her eyes and parted her lips ever so slightly as Loki’s lips brushed hers. Electric heat shot through his entire body. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he kissed her once more, more deeply.

He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were still closed when he whispered, “What spell have you put on me, woman?”

“You are the sorcerer. I think it is me who has been bewitched.” She freed one of her hands from his and placed it on his neck.

Loki kissed her forehead, “May I come by your training session tomorrow?”

“If it would please My Prince, by all means, please do so.” She kissed his cheek, took a step back, and curtsied deeply. “Good night, Loki.” She made a move toward the door.

“Just a moment, Sigyn. I want to try something.” She turned around, curious.

Loki concentrated hard for a few seconds, held his hand out palm side up, and waved his other hand above it. There was a shimmer of green light as a perfect green apple appeared in his palm.

“Your midnight snack, My Lady.”

Sigyn took the apple and let out a little moan. “That…” she shook her head in disbelief, “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

Loki laughed, “Good night, sweet Sigyn.”

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lowkey highkey stalking ur blog and saw a tag abt how u have thoughts abt s6 shigaraki. share🥹

HI thank you for asking!!

So I think you might be referring to this post about Shigaraki's s6 Fit Of All Time. The spiritual TL;DR of those tags is: I know this version of Shigaraki is a character who has reached Peak Manipulated, Tragic Story Potential, but his look is lowkey fire anyway.

(A note on the outfit: I stand by the fact that it is the Fit Of All Time. Simple. Classic. Very very cool. I overthought about it when I first saw it because I <3 overthinking about MHA and had a small Moment about Shigaraki reaching this final-ish villainous form and immediately donning a hero's cape, and the possible implications of this. Plus, and this is more of a USAmerican view I think, but a red cape is like The Superhero Accessory, because Superman (and Thor. And Doctor Strange. But mostly Superman.))

So. For context, I'm halfway-ish through Season 6 atm. It's me and my pockets full of spoilers against the world, but there have been Several Things that no amount of spoilers could have prepared me for, Shigaraki being one of them. I mean. TALK ABOUT A CORRUPTION ARC.

The thing about Shiggy is that, by the time we meet him, he has already had his traditional 'corruption arc' when AFO found him as a child and manipulated him into becoming a villain. When we talk about corruption arcs in literature, we're usually talking about this kind of moral decay (pun intended). It's the movement from 'hero' to 'villain' (or, in Shigaraki's case, 'innocent child' to 'supervillain successor.' And, yes, I know he decayed his family before he met AFO, but I'm really not going to assign any moral blame there for obvious reasons).

But Shigaraki has also had numerous other negative character arcs before we met him. He starts his life perhaps not with a happy, normal family, but with a family and a house and a dog. By the time we are introduced to him in s1, he's been living in the shadows, is isolated emotionally and physically from the people around him, and has garbage interpersonal skills and relationships. Even his name has been 'corrupted,' from the name of a hero (Shimura) to that of a villain (Shigaraki). So, it seems like Shigaraki has undergone every possible negative/corruption arc long before s6.

AND YET.

The s1 -> s6 Shigaraki journey isn't a corruption of morals or circumstances. It's a corruption of wills. When we meet Shigaraki, he's a whiny, impulsive 'manchild' (I don't remember who called him that after USJ, but it was iconic and they were correct. It might have been All Might. You go All Might). But in spite of, or maybe because of, his manchild-ness, you can definitely see that Shigaraki has willpower. He's bossy. He's actually kind of bratty. He pretty much stomps his foot and expects people to comply with his demands. If he doesn't like something, he's like, "Ew, Kurogiri, get rid of it/them this instant." AFO definitely has an unhealthy amount of influence over him at this point, but Shigaraki still plays a very active (though often unsuccessful) role in his own schemes (the Nomu attack in Hosu City, for example).

And, after AFO's arrest at Kamino, we actually see Shigaraki's will get stronger. He might flounder a little at first, lost without AFO's direct supervision, but eventually he's forced to start making real decisions for and about the League. This character growth reaches its apex when he takes over the Paranormal Liberation Front. (Note: red cape again. Grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him, etc.)

But THEN. Season 6. The literal battle of wills. If AFO prevails, he will have destroyed pretty much the only thing Shigaraki has left. It's like. The ultimate corruption arc. Corruption of the self. BTW in case it wasn't clear I want to roundhouse kick AFO into another dimension. I genuinely like most of the villains in MHA but he is the Emperor Palpatine of this story and it shows. [MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH] I really, really wanted Shigaraki to throw him down the proverbial reactor shaft Darth Vader-style, but from what I understand that ship has sailed. Boooooo.

So now s6 Shigaraki is walking a very thin line between the success of this final corruption arc, that of his autonomy, and finally breaking some aspect of AFO's control over his entire life. It is a very, very thin line, because even if AFO can't control him anymore, he's the reason Shigaraki is WHO he is and WHERE he is (and WHAT he is, if we get into the whole Nomu-ification storyline).

So, yeah. Walking a very thin line. But at least he looks good doing it!! Wearing a disembodied hand on your face is OUT, wearing a tattered red cape is IN. What does it symbolize? Shigaraki personifying what he blames heroes for--destroying society--while dressing up as one of them? Shigaraki becoming his own hero by finally 'achieving his dream' of being powerful enough to destroy the world that hurt him? Foreshadowing that Shigaraki, wearing a hero's literal costume, and AFO are in some way opposed now? The author wanting to draw a really cool cape??? Who knows!! But I love it sm.

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Things I noticed from the launch trailer:

Girl with cool black and white cape with circles on it. Seems important, in both shots her face isn't shown (back is to camera, wearing helmet)

Strohl dramatically falling through the sky!

Weird lance thing Louise has, where blade reaches from one end of the lance and attaches at the other. There's a shot of Will holding it, and also of another character with a bracelet grabbing it (it looks all burnt up in this shot, so maybe a different weapon here?).

Thor SMT! Probably from one of the archetypes, maybe the same one that summons Jack Frost.