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English Translation of Novel 2: Chapter 4 - Captains' Dinner Party (Part 1 of 2)

Here is my first translation of the Black Clover novels. These chapters are huge, so I’m splitting this chapter into two parts, making this section about 6500 words long. This first half features Marx and Julius at the beginning, then transitions into the dinner party itself. Asta and Yuno also get mentioned in a hilarious kind of way. It’s a lot of fun to see the captains interact with each other! I think I nearly died a few times while I was translating this…

--- Captains' Dinner Party ----

As a close associate of the Wizard King, Marx uses his memory and communication magic with absolute precision. He is a capable man. His incredible ability is made evident by the fact he alone is the Wizard King’s close associate, who has been entrusted to his duties. As we all know, the Wizard King is the one who stands at the top of the Magic Knights.

Of course, Marx does not take on half of the Wizard King’s duties by himself. There are several people who support him. However, right now, Marx is the only one who reports directly to the Wizard King. There are those who act as imperial guards or advisers in times of emergency, but Marx generally acts as the Wizard King’s sole support.

In short, he is doing work that should be done by several people all on his own. Moreover, the current Wizard King, Julius Novachrono, disappears at every opportunity. It’s never related to his work, either. Rather, he’ll say “I’ve heard a rumor about some interesting magic in one of the neighboring towns”, and, like a mischievous boy, casually disappear for that reason. While protecting this (42-year-old) mischievous boy, Marx busily performs his daily duties. His position is one that a person without ability can never handle.

But now……

“……Everyone, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to meet with me here today.”

Marx muttered through his teeth as a drop of cold sweat lined his noble face. His manner of behavior was clumsy, unbefitting of the capable man he is. He felt that he could throw up at any moment.

‘Why did things have to come to this…?’ he thought.

“…Hey, bowl-cut. Quit it with the formalities and get started already.”

The meeting place was the conference room of the Magic Knights’ main headquarters. Strewn across the table were many delicious-looking meat and vegetable dishes, as well as iced alcoholic beverages. There were also pots of food evenly spaced apart on the table, as well as…

“……Be quiet, Yami. A hideous man like you may not know this, but everything has a code of etiquette,” rebuked the Captain of the Blue Roses, Charlotte Roselei.

With her dispassionate reply, the others around the table began to speak up one-by-one.

“Huuuh? But, at this rate, the beer’s gonna get warm! Tepid beer offends my mana.”

“Kah kah. You two should stop getting to know each other so well! Marx can’t move on with you guys chatting so much!”

“Wh-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-Who’s getting along with each other!? Jack, don’t say such nonsense!!”

“Huh? Charlotte-san, why do you look a little happy……Eeek!?”

“……Young deer. The next time you speak, don’t be surprised if you find my thorns shoved down your throat.”

With Fuegoleon and Poizot absent, only seven of the nine captains were present. They were summoned by the Wizard King. A stormy aura emanated from them as they sat surrounded by pots.

“W-well then, at the very least, let’s toast…..”

Faced with such an explosive atmosphere, Marx forced a smile on his face and stood up.

“E-everyone! Today, let’s celebrate and get this party in full-swing……Cheers!”

And so, the dinner party from Hell began.

--- A few hours before the hellish party began ---

“……A dinner party for the captains?”

“That’s right. I’m thinking we should make today’s Magic Knight Conference like that.”

Marx and Julius had such an exchange earlier that day in the underground storehouse at the Magic Knight’s headquarters. They had heard that two members of the Black Bulls, Luck and Magna, captured an extremely difficult dungeon and brought the relics stored there into the kingdom. Of course, the two did not carry all those relics by themselves. At their request, Magic Knights from headquarters came to help them, but the dungeon was so full of relics that it took half-a-day to carry it all back. The relics were sent to the Magic Appraisal Division for appraisal, and, knowing that all of them have high research value, the Wizard King came to watch.

“Ooooh! Hey, hey Marx-kun! Look! This is amazing! This black skull is falling apart, but if you inject it with magical power, it becomes as good as new!”

…...Well, the other reason Julius came was to satisfy his curiosity.

“I must say, Magna-kun and Luck-kun are impressive, triumphing over ten opponents like that~! I want to ask them about it, but I wonder if they returned to their hideout already?”

“No, I’ve heard that they said they have some errands to take care of in Seitan, a village in the Forsaken Realm, so they left right away…They might have already left Seitan, but would you like me to try contacting them?”

“Hmmm…… no. They must be tired after a mission like that. Let’s let them rest…… More importantly, look! They say this skeleton has a magic room inside its body! This right here is supposed to be the switch to activate it!”

“Oh? As one would expect, all the relics from this dungeon are highly advanced…… wait, hold on!”

He was almost caught up in Julius’s pace. If you respond to him thoughtlessly, this magic maniac will babble on and on endlessly about magic.

“About the dinner party… well, that is, why do you think we need to do such a thing?”

“Why, you ask? ……Because we’re all comrades in the very same Order of the Magic Knights. I don’t think we need any other reason than that to eat and drink together.”

“That’s true, but……”

That’s not what Marx was trying to say.

“Certainly, they have known each other for a long time now, and they all have their own personal connections with each other, but… this is hard for me to say, but, from what I’ve seen, their relationship with each other is indisputably bad. With everyone being like that, I’m not sure if they’ll be able to enjoy it……”

To put it plainly, this dinner party is going to be an incredibly unpleasant experience for everyone involved… is what he tried to imply, but Julius responded with an affable tone as he fumbled around with the skull.

“Yeah, the dinner party is probably going to be so unpleasant that you’ll want to die. Ha ha, I’ll remember you fondly, Marx-kun.”

‘I should kick this old bastard’s skull in!’ Such dangerous thoughts, which would most certainly be considered national treason if he did it, sometimes crossed Marx’s mind.

“But, you know, that is precisely why I’m throwing this party.”

With those words, Julius looked away from the skull in his hands and toward Marx.

“We’ve received a declaration of war from the Eye of the Midnight Sun, and we’ve been betrayed by Gueldre. Moreover, the Diamond and Spade Kingdoms are becoming increasingly aggressive. Now that we have more perils and unease, the Magic Knights must become more monolithic…… We’ve talked about this several times now, haven’t we?”

“……Yes.”

After Marx meekly nodded his head in agreement, Julius took a breath and continued,

“And, you know that I’ve been working these past few weeks in order to give form to that idea, right?”

“……Yes. Revealing the traitor in the Magic Knights, encouraging joint missions like what happened in Kiten, as well as the trial introduction of the new system called Experience Enrollment*…… and more, right?”

“Yup, that’s about it as far as mission-related tasks go.”

Strictly speaking, that’s all he’s done so far as the Wizard King. However, the truth is, there is one more thing he did behind the scenes. It’s true that Magna and Luck have just traversed a dungeon that has never been explored before, and they brought back a number of treasures. However, it was Julius who induced them into doing so. Julius knew that the Black Bulls were looking for a way to fix Asta’s arms, so he chose an extremely difficult dungeon that most likely held rare treasures. He then used his transformation magic to transform into an old woman, told Magna about the dungeon at the black market, and gave him some hints about how to capture it. Whether or not they could capture it successfully was a bit of a gamble, and they did not find any clues about how to cure Asta’s arms (Well, it turned out that Asta had already healed his arms at the Witches Forest, anyway). Nonetheless, as a result, they became much stronger and successfully brought back the dungeon’s treasures.

Because of this achievement, the number of stars the Black Bulls have acquired now stands at 101, making them second only to the Golden Dawn. What was once the worst Magic Knight squad has clawed its way to the top in a flash. This will agitate the other knights and spur them on to work even harder. In other words, they must learn to cooperate with each other now more than ever. Though indirect, their efforts will serve as a great steppingstone for the Magic Knights to come together.

Of course, not everything will go smoothly. Still, just a little movement behind the scenes produced such magnificent results. For him, these results are more than enough.

“……What is it, sir? You suddenly started smiling,” Marx asked quizzically.

This made Julius realize that what he was thinking was showing on his face.

“Huh? Ah, no, ha ha, nothing really! I haven’t been doing anything behind your back, I swear!”

“……I haven’t said anything, yet…”

“…………”

Marx stared at him for some time before sighing in defeat.

“Well, it’s fine……I can more or less imagine what you did,” Marx said as he surveyed the piles of treasure in the room. He is truly a capable man.

“……So, what you’re saying is… this ‘Captain's dinner party’ is also an essential part of your plan to unite the Magic Knights?”

“Y-yup. That’s right.”

Julius cleared his throat as if to recollect his thoughts.

“I, too, am aware of the current state of their relationship. Though they aren’t exactly on bad terms with each other, it’s certainly not a relationship where they can laugh and eat together…… However, don’t you think it’s a problem if the Captains, who are supposed to set a good example for their squads, stay like this forever?”

“I completely agree with you, but I don’t think their relationship is going to improve after one or two dinners……”

“And it’s almost time for the Star Festival, you know? And I think I’ll probably be asked again, probably by either the King himself or one of the Royals “Are the captains working together properly?” …or something like that.”

Julius intercepted Marx’s words with a bored look on his face. Marx knew that Julius always makes that face whenever he talks about political matters.

“Well, I can be evasive if I need to be… but don’t blame me if something happens. The mere act of having a dinner party should have a little bit of appeal, I would think, which should improve their relationship a bit.”

It was only a few weeks ago since the attack on the royal capital, when royalty tried to place the blame on the Magic Knights. At the time, they were able to gain the people’s support, but that may not be the case next time. If such a thing were to happen again and the blame were put on discord amongst the captains, he wouldn’t know how to respond. Of course, Julius genuinely wants them to deepen their friendships with each other, and he also finds political diplomacy to be genuinely boring. However, one must pay attention to those trying to drag you down and prepare countermeasures accordingly.

“Sir……”

While Julius was thinking, for some reason, Marx had a look of admiration on his face as he said,

“You’ve been thinking about such delicate topics this much……!?”

“Sometimes I think about these things, just like how you sometimes don’t think of me as the Wizard King, right?”

‘Sometimes, you think of me as just a mischievous old man, right?’ he thought to himself.

“I was joking earlier…… However, I understand. If you’ve thought it through to this degree, then I will do all I can to help you,” Marx said with his hand in a three-leaf salute, his face finally breaking into a smile.

“Thank you.”

Julius expressed his gratitude with a small smile.

“……Well, I also have some personal reasons for doing this,” he said to himself quietly.

“Huh? I’m sorry, did you say something?” Marx asked Julius, but, by then, Julius’s usual smile had already returned to his face.

“No, it’s nothing. Well then, I hate to ask this of you, but can I leave preparations for the party to you?”

“……I understand. Are there any dishes in particular you think we should serve?”

He was a little worried, but he focused on asking pragmatic questions. The dinner was going to be in a few hours, so if he did not start preparing right away, he would never finish in time.

“Anything’s fine, but…… how about hot pot dishes? I heard from Yami that the people from his homeland all gather around a pot, strengthening their bonds with each other.”

“Understood. I’ll arrange for that, then.”

Hot pot dishes… it’s not a dish typically seen at parties in the Clover Kingdom. It’s a tall order, but that won’t stop him from preparing it.

“You have my thanks. Well then, I’m going to investigate these magic tools a little more.”

“That’s fine, but……”

Marx looked around the width of the room again with a bitter smile.

“Don’t get so engrossed in them that you arrive late to the party. I won’t be able to handle their questions by myself.”

“Ha ha! Don’t worry, I’ll be fine!” he said with a grin as he returned his attention to the skull. Marx made one more bitter smile from behind Julius before leaving the room.

“A hot pot party for the captains…… the atmosphere is probably going to be strained, but there’s going to be alcohol, and, above all, Julius is going to be there. Certainly, everyone will behave themselves to some extent if they are before the Wizard King.”

“Right, as long as the Wizard King is there.”

With that, we return to the present, while the starting toast is occurring…

‘……. That old bastard isn’t here!!!!!!!’

Marx screamed internally as the amount of sweat drops on his face increased twenty-fold. To make matters worse, not a single one of the captains raised their glasses for the toast. He went to retrieve Julius ten minutes before the party was to begin, and yet, for whatever reason, he wasn’t there. Instead, there was a note which read “I’m testing the skeleton’s functionality in a separate room. Please start the party without me.”

After being hit with that bombshell, Marx frantically began to search for him, but he wasn’t in any of the adjacent rooms, and he couldn’t even feel his mana. His communication was also cut off, as usual. As he hustled and bustled about, the time came for the party, so he reported Julius missing and started the party. However……. just as he expected, the atmosphere was terrible.

“Please calm down, Charlotte-san! Why are you so mad!?”

The party has barely even started and yet Charlotte, whose face was red for some reason, was shooting her thorns at the Captain of the Aqua Deer, Rill Boismortier.

“……S-shut your mouth, Rill. I’m merely teaching you how you should speak to your seniors!”

“Uh, no! I mean! It really feels like you’re trying to kill me…… ow, ouch! One of your thorns cut me!”

Sitting beside them were the Captains of the Green Mantis and the Black Bulls, Jack the Ripper and Yami Sukehiro. A turbulent aura surrounded them as they began to quarrel.

“Hey, Rose lady. Stop scarin’ the deer kid. Look, he’s shiverin’ like a newborn baby.”

“Kah kah! Yami, you’re the one who started this mess!”

“No way, isn’t this happenin’ because a certain skin-and-bone-head decided to say somethin’ that would push her buttons? I bet your brain is as emaciated as your face. You poor thing.”

“HUUH!?”

Sitting across from them was the Captain of the Golden Dawn, William Vangeance. Rather than do anything to stop the quarrel, he simply sat there and smiled as he usually does.

“Fu fu. Everyone is getting along as well as ever, I see…… Even so, the Wizard King certainly is late.”

Sitting beside him was the Captain of the Silver Eagles, Nozel Silva. He hasn’t uttered a single word since the beginning of the party. A sullen aura of displeasure radiated out from him.

“………zzz”

And finally, beside Nozel sat the Captain of the Coral Peacocks, Dorothy Unsworth.

“……zzz……zzz……..zzz……..nom, chew chew……zzz”

Whenever she is asleep, there is often a snot bubble coming from her nose. This must mean she’s asleep right now, yet somehow, she’s eating. There are many things about her that are simply incomprehensible. In any case, aside from Marx, there was not a single other person interested in calming the place down. There was no sign that Julius was ever going to come, either. He has been trying to use his communication magic, but he still hasn’t been able to connect with Julius.

‘……As I expected, I’ll have to try to do something by myself.’

“W-wow! I prepared all this food myself, but I must say, this is a delicious-looking assortment of ingredients!!”

In an attempt to change the atmosphere of the party, Marx began throwing ingredients into the pot. While he was doing that, he turned toward Yami, who was still arguing with Jack.

“I heard this hot pot cooking is a dish from Yami’s homeland. But what’s the most delicious way to eat it? Ha ha, please teach me, Captain Yami!”

“Dunno!”

“…………”

With that single word, Yami went straight back to arguing with Jack. His eyes had met Marx’s for a single instant, revealing a killer’s glare.

“……. Ah, I see. Ha ha, that’s right! What’s most delicious is going to be different depending on the person, right? I’m sorry.”

Marx felt as if his heart was about to break. He needed to find someone to talk to so that he could recover. Just now, his conversation partner and his timing were both terrible. This time, he’ll find someone who looks more open to conversation……

“Ah, C-captain Nozel! Do you like poultry!?”

At that moment, Nozel, who was reaching for some roast duck, shifted his gaze toward Marx. He may be hard to talk to, but if it’s a conversation about his favorite foods, he’ll open up a little. At least, that’s what he thought……

“Kah kah, come to think of it, I’ve never seen ya eat or drink before, Nozel!”

“Oh, he’s eating! Somehow, I feel kinda moved by seeing this. It’s like watchin’ a feral cat who doesn’t let you pet it finally eat the food you put out for it for the first time… I feel like I’m gonna tear up.”

……This is the worst. Jack and Yami paused their fight to poke fun at Nozel. They both must have decided that teasing him is more interesting than fighting with each other. However, their target ignored them and continued to eat his meal with refinement. Marx isn’t sure whether he should be surprised by this development of if he should have expected it. After all, Nozel knows very well how those two are. However, even though he looked calm…

“Kah kah, a cat!? But, now that ya mention it, he’s totally like a cat! A very prideful cat!”

“Yeah. When you think of him like that, he starts lookin’ kinda cute.”

This made Nozel’s forehead muscles twitch, but then the two pushed even further.

“Cute? With that sour look on his face? Kah kah! What the hell are you lookin’ at?”

“Nah, he’s cute. It’s the braid, y’know? He does that every mornin’ cuz’ he wants to look cute.”

“……Hey, that’s enough you two!”

Rill exploded. He puffed out his cheeks and pointed at Nozel’s braid.

“Nozel-san thinks his braid is cool! Seeing him get made fun of for that is just too pitiful…… Eeek!”

In the blink of an eye, Nozel thrust a spear of mercury into Rill’s throat.

“Huh, wait, what!? Why!? I was just trying to back you up! Besides, didn’t Yami-san and Jack-san say way worse things about you!?”

“……Silence. You’re hopeless.”

“Why are you being so unreasonable? ……Hey, o-ouch! Wait, the cut I got from those thorns earlier is even larger now!?”

Marx quietly looked away from the chaos that was ensuing between them. Nozel is certainly being unreasonable, but, no matter how you look at it, Rill is suffering the consequences for what he said. Let them handle their own problems, he thought.

“……H-hey, Yami”

After Marx made his cruel decision, Charlotte, who was sitting beside him, quietly divided the contents of the pot into small plates as a faint blush colored her cheeks.

“……Since I was already taking my portion, I decided I might as well make a plate for you, too…… I-it’s in the way, so hurry up and eat it,” she said as she placed a small plate in front of Yami.

……Come to think of it, ever since he told her that today’s meeting will be a dinner party, she has been acting a little strange. It seemed like she had to muster up her courage when she sat next to Yami, and she looked rushed when she did it. Even after the party started, she has been acting as if she was trying to get the timing right on something.

Could it be that she wants to look after Yami? He wasn’t sure what her intentions were, but if that was what she was trying to do, then he’s very grateful. If she can hold Yami in check, then Jack should calm down a little, too. That would rein in the two biggest troublemakers here.

Just as Marx was getting his hopes up, Yami and Jack turned toward each other,

“……Hey, Yami, because you started saying weird shit, now even Charlotte has started acting out of character…. What the hell!? What the hell is up with this enigmatic woman!? Talk about terrifying!”

“I don’t know! H-hey Charlotte……Wha-what is your aim here? I-is it my life you’re after?”

“Y-you cretins!! I was trying to do you a favor!!”

“Wooooooooooooow, what a delicious-looking dish!! Y-Yami, if you won’t eat it, then I wiiiiiiiiiiilllllll!!”

Just as Charlotte was about to summon her thorns again, Marx speedily forced his way into the conversation.

“……Y-yes! Please eat it, Marx! I want nothing to do with this foolishness anymore!”

For just a moment, Charlotte’s face was like a demon’s, but then she replied with a pout as she pushed the plate onto Marx.

‘……I don’t really get what just happened, but, for now, the danger has been averted,’ he thought.

“Ah, I-I know! Captain Yami! You had Yuno-kun in your squad a few days ago for the Experience Enrollment! How was that!?”

Though he just averted one crisis, it was only a matter of time before they would provoke each other again, so he decided to change the topic of conversation.

“Ah, that’s right! I just remembered! Hey Goldy, I wanted to talk to you about that!”

Marx wasn’t sure if he chose the perfect conversation topic or if it was just his timing that was good, but Yami stopped arguing with Jack and turned toward Vangeance.

“Hand Yuno over, ya hear? Not as a trade. Give him to me free of charge.”

‘……Well, I successfully managed to start a conversation, but it sounds an awful lot like blackmail,’ Marx thought.

“Ha ha…… I’ve heard a little bit about what happened while he was with you, but does Yuno interest you that much?”

Vangeance replied with a smile as he gently swirled the contents of his cup. As far as Marx was aware, Vangeance is the only one who can behave so elegantly while being pressured by Yami.

“Yeah, I could make real good use outta him. He’s great at cookin’ and cleanin’, and he could buy my alcohol and cigs for me.”

“I heard about that from Yuno himself. When Sandler heard, he became very angry and said, ‘You may be a mere peasant, but to think he’d make members of our squad do things like that……’. I had never seen him make a face like that before.”

“Well, of course, I also think that Yuno’s magic is really somethin’ else. It’s really crazy, that spirit magic he has. Yuno’s magic by itself is strong enough, but with that spirit supportin’ him, all his other spells have gotten multiple times stronger.”

It is said that a spirit dwells in each of the four major attributes: earth, fire, wind, and water. Extraordinarily powerful magic that can only be wielded by those who have received the spirit’s blessing, that is spirit magic. Yuno has been blessed by the wind spirit, Sylph. She has already made significant contributions in many of his missions.

“He’s really somethin’. He dried the laundry so damn fast!”

That ability is not for housework.

“You get what I’m sayin’, right? So, hand him over.”

And it’s not something one can get so easily.

“Ha ha. No. You’re not even offering me anyone in return, you know?”

“Huh? What, you mean you’ll think about it if I trade ya for him? There’s someone on my team you want?”

“……Hmm, let me see.”

From behind his mask, a mischievous glint shone in his eyes.

“How about…… Asta-kun?”

“…………”

Everyone at the table paused in shock. This has to be a joke, the kind you usually make at a drinking party, they thought. Surely, neither of them was being serious. Still, even if they were joking, he brought up Asta’s name in a conversation about trading the Golden Dawn’s ace ……he’s essentially saying that Asta’s value is equivalent to Yuno’s. That peasant who doesn’t even have any magic? Everyone knows that Asta has been an excellent Magic Knight. His name has shown up frequently in recent reports, and some of the captains here have even fought together with him. However, not having any magical power whatsoever is too dire a handicap to have in the Magic Knights. Thus, everyone was shocked to hear Vangeance bring up his name. Marx wondered if he could sense some kind of potential in Asta.

“Huh, you kidding? You’d be fine with him? You can have him. His arms were broken until just a while ago, but he seemed fine yesterday, so feel free to use him however you want.”

However, Yami didn’t seem fazed, continuing to speak in his usual way.

“……Well, but,”

In the next instant, his mouth upturned into a provocative smirk as he said,

“I don’t think you’d be able to handle him.”

“……I wonder about that.”

For a brief moment, the two stood still, studying each other without a word.

The atmosphere around them wasn’t unpleasant, but it was a peculiar air, as if the two were trying to measure something specific in the other. Just as Marx was getting ready to chip into the conversation,

“Fu fu, let’s leave the joke at that…. I won’t hand Yuno over to you. Everyone is expecting great things from him this year.”

“Huh~ What the hell? You stingy golden weird mask guy.”

“Ah ha ha…… huh? Was that always meant to be an insult? Not my nickname?”

With that, they started drinking again, smiling as they continued to converse with each other. Unlike before, when they seemed to be throwing riddles at each other, there was no unpleasantness at all between them, just genuine enjoyment of the moment.

If this keeps up, the other captains will probably get involved, and then they’ll all enjoy being part of a normal conversation. Marx felt a wave of relief wash over him, but then…

“Tch. Fine, fine. My brat has more guts than Yuno, anyway~”

Oh no. With that single sentence Yami casually blurted out, Vangeance’s smile stiffened by just a little bit.

“……I guess. Well, I think that Yuno has a considerable amount of guts, too. I haven’t tried to compare them before, so I can’t say this with certainty, but I don’t think that Yuno necessarily loses to Asta in that regard.”

“…………”

With those words, this time, it was Yami whose expression tightened a bit.

“……Naah. I don’t know about that. That Asta hates losing so much that he’d rather die, so I bet he’d come out on top. I can’t say that with certainty, though.”

“……Yuno also hates to lose. He told me himself that, during the raid on the Capital, the reason he was able to capture a member of the Eye of the Midnight Sun is because of how strongly he felt those very emotions.”

“Nah nah, if you’re gonna bring that up, Asta killed a ton of zombies during that very same attack.”

“He did, but Yuno defeated a member of their upper echelons. Because of him, we were able to obtain vital intel on the Eye of the Midnight Sun, wouldn’t you agree?”

“The only reason we were able to get that intel is because Asta used his sword to break the protection spell on them!”

“Huh, wait, what? Ha ha… what’s wrong, you two?”

Marx attempted to stop them, but his voice didn’t reach them, and the two continued their dispute. It’s probable that neither of them intended for this to happen. However, no matter what they might say, it’s clear that they both dote on their squad members. The two got more fired up with each exchange until their souls were practically screaming “My child is better than yours!”. Neither of them has had much alcohol yet, but perhaps the power of alcohol had at least something to do with it.

……And then, finally,

“……Then, we’ll just have to do it.”

Yami spoke with a sharp gaze and a voice so low it could kill.

“You mean, we should summon them right here, right now, and have them fight until one of them collapses… right?”

“Hmmm…… I guess that will be fine.”

“THAT’S NOT FINE AT AAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!!”

Marx finally decided it was time to intervene, but he was no longer in their field of vision. He was used to Yami being like this, but it was rare to see Vangeance’s eyes like that. It might even be the first time he has ever seen Vangeance like this.

‘So, this is how strongly he feels about his squad members……,’ Marx thought.

“P-please wait! Having them fight now is…… it’s definitely too sudden, don’t you think!? Plus, the two of them hail from the same village, right!? Suddenly making them fight each other would be too cruel!!”

“Actually, I’ve been told that fighting each other is how they’ve honed their practical combat skills since they were kids. We just want them to do that one more time, so I don’t think they would find our request particularly unreasonable.”

Vangeance was surprisingly calm as he said this, which suggests that he was never carried away by his emotions to begin with. He’s just that wicked. People who are calm and logical when they’re angry are the most frightening of them all.

“Well, that may be so, but…… they don’t need to fight right now, do they!? What about the dinner party!?”

“Would ya shut up already!? We can eat and drink while the two fight it out!”

“What!? That sounds just like what rich people with bad taste do for fun! You’ll traumatize them!”

To watch two people who grew up together like siblings fight to the death against their will! Only a demon would do such a thing and smile about it! No, this man is called the God of Destruction for a reason. Come to think of it, if these two are saying things like this, then, most likely……

“Kah kah! Hey, Yami! Are you two planning to enjoy such an interesting spectacle without me?”

Just as Marx predicted, Jack joined the conversation.

“Let me in on this, too. And then I’ll cut up whoever wins.”

“Eeeh!? Jack-san is going to fight, too!?

It was as if a chain-reaction had begun. This time, it was Rill who responded, making sideways glances at Charlotte and Nozel as he spoke.

“A fu fu……Then, maybe I’ll go, too. I-it’s not like I feel really uncomfortable around certain people and am trying to get myself as far away from them as possible or anything!”

“……I don’t know what you are so fearful of, nor do I care, but I plan on coming as well.”

“Huuuuuuh!?”

Charlotte quietly declared her intent to participate, unconcerned with Rill, who’s eyes were wide with shock. Marx’s expression mirrored Rill’s as he sputtered,

“B-but…… Why you, too, Captain Charlotte!?”

“……Usually, I care not for whatever these men might do. However, the Star Festival will soon be upon us, an event of great importance. These foolish men need someone to keep an eye on them so that they don’t do anything stupid.”

For some reason, she kept stealing glances at Yami’s face as she spoke.

“……It’s dangerous to leave him unsupervised.”

For the second time that night, Yami and Jack exchanged looks after watching her behavior.

“……Hey, Jack. What’s up with her today? Dangerous to leave me unsupervised, she says……? Is she planning to follow me and… attack me from behind with her thorns!?”

“C-calm down, Yami! Try to remember! You probably did something to make her mad! You know, like… you defiled her honor or something!”

“…...I-I’m going to kill you!!”

“Please don’t!”

“C-captain Dorothy, Captain Nozel! You think it’s messed up to make Asta and Yuno fight, too, right!?”

Marx desperately called out as he shielded Yami with his body, arms outstretched. He didn’t have any faith that either of those two would join forces with him, but they were the only two who hadn’t yet entered the conversation. They were the last two he could possibly depend on, so he had no choice but to stake the last of his fleeting hopes on them.

‘……But, when you think about it, neither of them has been enjoying the party at all, but they haven’t done anything to spoil the party, either. No matter what they might say, that in itself could be evidence that they feel quite at home at this party, which means they might be willing to help me dissuade the other captains.’

Holding such hopes in his heart, Marx waited for either of them to make a response. However…

“……………………..”

“zzz………zzz…….zz zz, zzz-zz-zz…….zzz……zzz”

It was no good. Nozel’s eyes conveyed the message, “I don’t care. Bother me and I’ll break your spine in half”. Dorothy’s only response was her snores.

‘……As I thought, I’ll have to do something about this myself,’ Marx thought.

“P-please calm down, everyone! For now, let’s all sit back down! This dinner party is a formal banquet organized by the Wizard King, you know!? To disregard that would be unforgivable!”

He didn’t want to do this, but he decided he needed to borrow some of the Wizard King’s authority, so he mentioned him by name. Even so, he wasn’t sure if that would be enough to settle everyone down……

“……Or, how should I put it? Regardless of the fact this party was organized by the Wizard King, please do not abandon this banquet.”

Maybe he’s spilling the beans too soon. Maybe this banquet is all just a political maneuver.

“……The Wizard King established this banquet to deepen your friendships with each other.”

At the very least, he wanted them to know that fact.

“It’s true that I think this is a clumsy way to do it. It’s true that I think it’s hopeless. In fact, I think that it’s really irresponsible of that magic maniac to organize a banquet and not even show up! I’ve been thinking that, just once, I want someone to give him a good thrashing!”

“H-huh? Marx-san, are you trying to back him up? Or, do you just want to insult him?”

Rill’s voice was full of worry, bringing Marx back to his senses. He nearly let the daily frustrations he has built up erupt out of him.

“A-anyway, it’s an undeniable fact that this banquet was prepared in consideration of your relationship…… So, I don’t want you all to quarrel like this at the banquet he prepared for you.”

“………”

With Marx’s desperate appeal, the entire banquet fell silent.

…This banquet has strayed far from what the Wizard King intended. At this point, even if the Wizard King were here, it would be impossible to fix. However, this was the only way Marx could think of to keep the party from falling to pieces. Just as he feared, getting this group to get along with each other was impossible……

“……What nonsense.”

Nozel retorted as he slowly stood up from his chair. His retort felt like an attack on an already defeated enemy. With that, he made his way toward the exit.

“……Ah, wait! Captain Nozel! Where are you going!?”

Nozel stopped and turned his head over his shoulder, looking back at Marx with frightfully cold eyes.

“I’m going home. His goal was to deepen our friendships with each other, correct? However, with this banquet now in shambles, that will not come to pass. Therefore, it is pointless to remain here.”

“………”

He was right.

“……Or rather, do you not agree that this was impossible from the beginning? Me? Getting along with a commoner, a foreigner, and a fallen noblewoman?”

His cold gaze moved from person to person before meeting Marx’s gaze once more.

“It’s true that cooperation among the various squads of the Magic Knights will be essential as the war continues to intensify. However, cooperation and familiarity are not synonymous. Rather, such half-baked acquaintanceships give birth to carelessness, and carelessness disrupts cooperation. Instead of wasting time on such meaningless gatherings, it would be more worthwhile to conduct joint exercises.”

“M-meaningless, you say……!?”

But he couldn’t refute what Nozel said. Though Marx felt that Nozel took things too far, none of what he said was incorrect. Even so, the Wizard King is…..!

“……Isn’t discussin’ that kind of thing one of the reasons that guy set this party up?”

“………!”

The one who said the very remarks Marx wanted to make was Yami. His eyes and tone were as extraordinarily deadpan as usual as he continued,

“Also, you’re right when you say that a half-assed friendship would only lead to careless mistakes, but if we don’t start by half-assing it, then it’ll never develop into real trust. That’s what strengthens collaboration…… not that I don’t understand where you’re comin’ from. I don’t wanna do it, either.”

“……Shut your mouth, foreigner. It was because of your ridiculous proposition that the order of this event was disturbed in the first place.”

“Ah, that whole thing about how we were gonna make Yuno and Asta fight? Yeah, I thought it would liven this place up a bit, but I guess we really shouldn’t. Sorry ‘bout that.”

Yami glanced at Vangeance, who apologized with a wry smile,

“Yeah. Ha ha, I guess that wouldn’t exactly bring us closer together, would it? Just as you said, I thought it would be nice to have them fight it out a little and then treat them to the food here, but…… certainly, it was an impudent proposal. We got carried away, and I apologize for that.”

“……huh?”

Marx’s eyes widened in shock.

‘Did those two come up with that idea in order to revitalize the banquet? By making all those objections and trying to keep everyone here against their will, did I end up ruining their idea and making the situation awkward for everyone……?’

“Anyway, sit back down, Mr. ball-o’-pride. I’m not sayin’ you need to get along with all of us, but can’t you at least wait for the Wizard King to arrive? You can just tell him what you told us earlier and then leave, so you won’t have to stay much longer, y’know?”

“…….”

Just when Nozel opened his mouth to respond to Yami’s words, they heard the sound of something distorting.

“Oh… I finally got through to you.”

When he looked toward the direction of the sound, Marx saw the Wizard King’s face projected through his communication magic.

--- To be continued in Part 2---

I’ll post the next half of this chapter next week if all goes as planned.

A note of explanation: “Experience Enrollment” is referenced in previous chapters of this novel. Though I haven’t translated those yet, it appears to be the name of the program for Magic Knights to spend a day working in a different squad. An example of this is when Asta works for the Golden Dawn in chapter 2 of this novel.

#Black Clover #Order of Knights Book #Yami Sukehiro #Julius Novachrono #William Vangeance #charlotte roselei #Jack the Ripper #rill boismortier #dorothy unsworth #nozel silva #Marx #My translations

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sz-amare · 4 years ago

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9. “Hard Work” BS

One of the most frequently explored themes in shōnen anime is the concept of hard work vs. natural talent. It is one of my favorites, and it excites me to see how an anime portrays its message on the matter. The general concept that you can surpass anyone with rigorous and strict hard work is very inspiring to the younger demographic, myself included. However, there are many instances where an anime will try to tackle this concept but will either fail or ironically contradict their themes without realizing it. Naruto and Black Clover are the first ones that come to mind, but several others do the same. Although, there is one anime I love that tackles the idea, without really trying to, and succeeds. And that is Haikyuu.

Starting with an anime that fails to portray the message of hard work, we have Black Clover. Now I know I bashed Black Clover in the previous post, but once again, I give criticism is where criticism is due. But to make it up to the Black Clover fans, I will try my best to make an analysis/review on Black Clover in the near future, talking about what it does right and what it does better than most. Anyway, in the world of Black Clover, there are three basic regions in the Clover kingdom. We have the Forsaken Realm, the Common Realm, and the Noble Realm. Nobles in Black Clover tend to have a high affinity for magic and live in the Nobel Realm, while commoners and peasants live in the Forsaken Realm, having a low magic affinity. The Common Realm is between the two; people who live there have average status and average affinity for magic.

Asta lives in the Forsaken Realm, meaning he is a commoner. As I mentioned in a previous post, the main reason Asta wants to become the wizard king is to prove that peasants can become the most powerful mage and thus remove discrimination against them. The only way he can prove this is by working harder than anyone else. The only issue is, Asta is nothing like a regular commoner. As a matter of fact, he is nothing like your average human. He is possessed by a devil that gives him anti-magic abilities, which gives him an edge over people with powerful magical abilities. So… even if Asta became the wizard king, can we really say that other commoners have the potential to become the wizard king as well? No. We can’t. Now yes, Asta did train harder than everyone else in his respective series. Fun fact, if you look at physical strength alone and ignore magical abilities, Asta is the second strongest character in the world of Black Clover. But unfortunately, he doesn’t rely on his physical strength along, but on his anti-magic and devil abilities almost no one else has. His hard work is real and very admirable, but the theme of hard work does not play out with his character’s message, and I find that to be a major flaw.

If you thought the theme of hard work vs. natural talent was badly portrayed in Asta’s character, prepare yourself for Naruto. Before I start, I want you to understand that in Naruto, there are a couple of examples where I think the theme is beautifully explored. Lee vs. Gara is an excellent example, and in this case, hard work loses. Might Guy’s character alone is brilliant to this theme. To think that he was one of the greatest fighters the whole time, but even we, the audience, looked down on him, thinking he was not as strong as some of the Akatsuki, simply because he only used taijutsu.

But there is one example where the series not only falls short but miserably fails to the point where I feel embarrassed. And that is Naruto vs. Neji.

During the Chuinin exams, we see Neji as one of the most powerful forces that Naruto will probably have to face off against in the future. Neji was born in one of the strongest clans, the Hyuga, resulting in him having an overpowerd ability, the byakugan. Then we have Naruto, who has been an underdog his entire life. He was also discriminated against because of the demonic Nine-Tails Fox that was trapped in his body. Naruto was one of the weakest contenders in the exams, but he believed that he would beat Neji, the second most talented contender there, through his hard work. Neji was also spouting some destiny bull crap that Naruto promised his hard work would also defy. But anyway, during the fight, nothing much was happening other than trading fists and philosophies between the two. When the fight starts to get interesting, Naruto asks the Nine-Tails Fox for chakra, giving him a massive boost, resulting in his victory.

I’m sorry, what?! How can you spout some hard work non-sense for over a dozen episodes, claiming that your hard work would trump someone’s natural abilities but end up using an overpowered ability, unique to you, to prove that point? That is completely self-contradictory. It would have been fascinating to see Naruto realize that the only way he won was because of his unique abilities, resulting in him understanding that although he won the physical fight, he lost the battles of ideals. This would spark development where Naruto now understood, or at least began to believe, that natural talent is overall superior but mixed with a lot of hard work, you could become the strongest. That is precisely why Naruto is the strongest at this point. But no, Naruto took pride in the battle he “won,” even though he completely contradicted himself. Later on in the series, we even learn that Naruto is a part of a clan stronger than the Hyuga, the Uzumaki. So technically, Naruto was never inferior to Neji. This mistake is laughable.

For the anime I believe they tackled the theme of hard work vs. natural talent in one of the most unique ways, we have the volleyball anime, Haikyuu. One of my favorite parts in the series is when Kageyama and Tsukishima receive special training while Hinata is nothing more than a ball boy. Hinata has already proved his hard work through his jumping height and speed, but this arc proved something slightly different from the usual. While Hinata’s two rivals are getting special training, he feels the desperation to train so that he doesn’t fall behind in skill. As a result, he tries to join one of the camps to receive the same special training one of his rivals is receiving. He then understands his rudeness for joining uninvited. As a form of an apology, he starts picking up stray balls after they go out of bounds. While two of his rivals are working hard, he is a ball boy. His feelings of desperation slowly rise, but he can’t do anything about it.

After talking to a couple of people, he begins to understand that he can take advantage of his position. He spends each moment staring at the other volleyball players who are training, observing what they are doing to learn something. Basically, while his rivals are working hard in a special training program not many people get, Hinata works hard to find training – working hard at special training vs. working hard to receive training, if you will. He takes advantage of his dire situation and uses it to learn all sorts of things.

Looking now at the end of season four, we can see the fruits of Hinata’s labor finally shine. He perfectly receives multiple crucial spikes and starts to seem like a well-rounded player. After Kageyama, it felt like Hinata deserved the title of MVP for the first time.

In general, I don’t think that failing to deliver a great message through the theme of hard work vs. natural talent will make or break an anime. But when that theme is an essential part of a message you want to portray or pertains to a big part of an arc, failing to deliver can create significant inconsistencies and dial down the quality of an anime as a whole in some viewers’ eyes. Asta’s whole goal should be obtained through the means of hard work alone; otherwise, it creates cracks in the logic of his message. When hard work vs. natural talent is a reoccurring theme in Naruto for about 40 episodes and creates a contradictory ending to the theme, it will cause significant dissatisfaction to the audience who resonated with it. I love the general concept of themes, but when dealing with one, always bring a good closing to it to flesh out the elements of your story and so you don’t turn off your audience.

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lokihzra · 4 years ago

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My Heart’s On Fire For Your Love

Chapter 5: you're the sun and i'm the moon because when you rise i fall

May 16th, 2012

Loki was marching through the living room, on a mission clearly but Thor stops him, turning him around by his arm “brother you know you can not go back to Asgard” Thor reminds him in Norse, like it wasn’t overwhelming Lokis’s thoughts every day, he remembers the hatred in Odins eyes, but he doesn’t care.

“I want to go home Thor, I want to see mother, I need answers” Loki says desperately, making Thor frown and step closer only for Loki to step away.

”answers to what?” Loki’s expression hardens and Thor frowns even harder once he realizes “your blood family?”

Loki nods instantly. He wasn’t going to mention the soulmate thing, not to his brother. “ I need to know who I am ”

“you’re my brother” Thor says harshly “adopted and blood” Thor was so sure of it that Loki was envious, he wished he could still call himself Thor’s brother

“a cut and a sad excuse for a vow means nothing”

“Loki you can not go” Thor sighs “I’ll ask them to provide you with what you need, if you promise not to kill anyone while I’m gone” Thor sends him a look and Loki sighs while rolling his eyes.

He hates when Thor looks at him like that, like the older brother he tries so hard, and fails, to be “ I don’t like killing, i don’t find it enjoyable so remember that because next time I’ll throw you out the window too” Loki glares but it doesn’t affect Thor at all, not after a thousand years.

Thor nods “so do you agree?” he asks, switching back to english to hopefully distract Loki from him already inching towards the helipad.

“no” Loki spits instantly, Thor stopping dead in his tracks at Lokis cold tone “I need to do this on my own and it doesn’t involve you”

“brother-“

“you are gullible to their lies. I am not, you’ll take the first answer you get and I do not. Do you see the problem I’m having here?” Loki says quickly, not caring about the hurt in Thor’s eyes.

The hurt quickly shifts though “I don’t have a lie detector like you” Thor snarls

“no, you can control thunder and lightning, you’re the golden child , the firstborn and first picked” Loki saunters forward, Thor stands his ground “the stable brother, the kind brother, the one destined for the throne” Loki hisses quietly, centimetres between the brothers, so close that Loki can see the resolve breaking in thor’s head “the saviour of the nine realms , the hero” Thor’s gaze hardens, trying to hide his breath shaking and his fists clenching.

Loki asks lowly “and what am I?”

“my brot-“

Loki interrupts before he can even hear that bullshit again.“what more than that?”

“hey you guys-“ Natasha tries to interrupt as well but the brothers don’t hear her at all, they completely forgot about their audience.

“you are my brother”

“what more than that?” Loki roars and Thor flinches away from him, his breath getting caught in his throat at Loki’s sudden yelling.

“what do you want me to say Loki?”

Loki scans him for a moment “the truth”

Thor’s tongue starts moving without his permission, spitting out complete lies “you’re a frost giant, a monster loved by no one, a runt left to die, the bastard son of an affair, the outcast, the weird little brother, the pawn for war, the last choice, the villain” Thor tries so hard to stop himself literally slapping his hands over his mouth, biting his tongue but nothing works “the one born just to die”

The silence was suffocating, Thor felt like passing out as he sees Loki's eyes water over, Bruce and Steve staring in shock, Natasha and Tony looked like they were ready to freak out and Tony nearly does “what the fuck Thor?” Tony roars, but he blames it on his chest suddenly weighing a thousand pounds of pain, Loki’s pain.

”nonononono” Thor says quickly “he can make people lie or tell the truth, I didn’t- I don’t mean any of it- I did not want to say any of that-“

“I asked for the truth”

“that was your truth, not mine” Thor says without missing a beat “do it again and wish for my truth” Loki wants to, he really wants to know Thor’s true thoughts of him but he can’t bring himself to do it so instead he punches Thor in the face so hard that the skin over his knuckles break and a couple tiles of the marble floor crack with the force of Thor falling.

“what was that for?” Thor groans as he props himself up on his elbows, his cheek already bruising and turning a dark red.

“go to hel” Loki spits before walking away but as he walk by Thor the latter swings his arm and Loki falls flat on his face.

Tony flinches as his own ribs and head start throbbing in pain, the two men fighting on the floor distracting everyone from Tony holding his face in pain.

He can’t look up to watch as Thor hovers over Loki and starts throwing punches, he doesn’t need to look to know because he can feel it . “you guys-“ he stops as another hit causes a wave of pain to shoot through his nose.

“wait stop” Loki begs as he notices Tony hunched over but Thor doesn’t listen, hitting Loki again and making Tony groan in pain. “Thor fucking stop!” Loki yells as he catches Thors hands. “Tony?” Loki asks in concern as he watches the man stumble, catching himself against the couch and shaking his head lightly.

“I’m fine” Tony utters but his voice shakes as he blinks quickly, Loki’s concern morphs into guilt as Tony gulps and he fights to keep his eyes open.

“Tony?” Thor’s voice shakes as he quickly gets off of Loki and walks over to the billionaire. Good thing he does because Tony eyes close and he drops, Thor catching him just before he hits the ground.

“It appears that his heart is slowing down” JARVIS says and even he sounds concerned, without missing a beat Thor picks up Tony’s limp body walking by Loki and the other Avengers who are frozen in fear, but they quickly snap out of it and follow Thor into the elevator.

“JARVIS tell the doctor there’s an emergency” Natasha says and the last thing Loki hears before they disappear behind the elevator doors is JARVIS’ smart ass replying “I already have miss Romanoff”

Loki snaps out of it once he can hear the elevator head to one of the lower levels. He sighs loudly and he runs his hand through his hair, his heart beating 100 miles an hour the complete opposite of Tony’s condition and he immediately knows it’s the bond, the bond is doing something.

Maybe it’s from the fight, or maybe Tony’s mortal body is finally giving out. Either thought makes Loki sick.

“JARVIS I’m going to use my magic” he says and before the AI can reply he disappears in green and shows up on the medical floor, quickly heading down the hall and finding them in one of the rooms.

“what the fuck?” Clint whispers as the heart monitor Tony is connected to starts to beep slower when Loki walks in.

“Move” Loki demands pushing Steve aside and without hesitantly he hivers his hands over Tony’s chest, a green light extending from his hands and covering Tony like a blanket. He focuses as hard as he can, pushing back the that voice in his head screaming at him and only stops when the warmth running through his veins fades and he hears the heart monitor beeping steadier with every second.

You’re going to kill him.

“L, what does that stand for?” Clint asks with a frown as everyone looks at the mark on Tony’s wrist, Loki wants to fucking disappear but he just gave almost all his strength to Tony.

“Loki” Thor’s voice is low as he turns his attention to his brother sitting in the uncomfortable seat “that’s a soul mark” Thor states as he marches over to his brother and Loki doesn’t even bother reacting, he’s fucking tired. Thor stops in front of him and holds out a hand “I want to see your wrist”

“No” Loki spits and tucks his hand under his arm to protect his wrist

“give me your wrist” Thor demands lowly and when Loki starts to shake his head Thor grabs his arm. Loki pulls back making Thor step forward and Loki kicks him in the stomach so hard he hears Thor wheeze.

Instead of letting go Thor pulls Loki down with him, ignoring Steve and Bruce yelling at them to stop. Loki hits the ground with a thud and he feels his muscles ache as Thor pins his hands over his head “brother please don’t” Loki begs, too tired to fight back but of course Thor ignores him like he has for the past 1000 years and pulls his sleeve down revealing the mark.

Loki sighs as he sees Thor’s face drop, the colour draining from it and Loki closes his eyes. He pants as he catches his breath and he keeps his eyes closed because he’s fucking tired and he doesn’t want to see anyone’s reaction. Doesn’t want to see the disgust and fear.

“what the hell does this mean?” Loki hears Natasha ask from his left and even if he wanted to look at her he wouldn’t be able to, his eyes so heavy he would think there’s tiny mjolnirs holding them shut and he doesn’t feel a tear fall from his eye as he slips into darkness.

The first thing that clicked in his brain was that he needed water, his tongue was so dry, his lips cracked as he groaned and sat up only to freeze feeling all the tension in the room.

Loki was on the floor, Thor, Natasha and Steve standing near him while Bruce and Clint were standing at his bedside.

“nobody kissed me right?” he mutters only to have angry and shocked faces staring at him “what’d I do?”

Steve’s face turns cold “the mark on your wrist” Tony’s expression falls as he sees Steve look at his wrist, the mark hidden from their view thank jesus “why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“tell anyone what?” he asks innocently as he tears the wires off of his chest to avoid looking at anyone, he doesn’t want them to see his emotions.

“don’t do that not now Tony” Bruce nearly begs but Tony ignores him and jumps off the bed as he gets the last wire off, he couldn’t care for their worries or whatever they wanted to yell at him for.

“what happened?”

“your soulmate was draining your energy” Thor says lowly as he stares down at Loki.

“ah fuck” Tony grumbles and runs a hand down his face, his stomach churning and he has to repeat to himself don’t puke don’t puke don’t puke . Tony peeks through his fingers at Steve, Thor and Loki “so why is he conked out?” Tony asks, his hand dropping from his face and he ignores the pressure in his heart.

“He did something to help you” Thor says, still staring down at his brother.

“so you’re just going to leave him on the floor?” Tony hisses as he moves to help Loki “jesus you guys are assholes” he doesn’t know why he wants to help Loki, he likes helping people but this person is Loki.

Loki did help him though. Cared for him while everyone else didn’t, while they were sound asleep. Tony probably woke Loki up that night- No, Thor said that Loki sleeps during the day but, he hasn’t been, he’s been up and walking around.

“he didn’t tell-“ Steve tries to justify leaving Loki passed out on the floor like some lowlife drunk.

“I didn’t tell you either!” Tony roars making Steve and Natasha freeze, Thor looks impressed while Clint and Bruce look afraid?

Tony lets out a huff and walks over to Loki “Thor help me” Tony demands as he pulls Loki up by his arms and Loki's head falls back, Tony winces at the crack he hears but quickly forgets about it as Thor instantly is behind Loki, tucking his hands under Loki's arms and pulling him up to his feet.

“so what’d he do to help me?” Tony asks as he stands up. God Loki would not stop helping him and for what? What did Loki want?

Thor moves to one side so Tony could support the other as they bring Loki over to Tony’s previous spot on the gurney “probably gave you some of his strength, he passed out before I could ask”

Tony can’t help but ask “that isn’t dangerous?” it would fucking suck if Loki kicked the bucket before Tony could repay him for the help.

“it depends on how much of his strength he gave you”

“well how much?”

“never got to ask him” Bruce says as he moves out of the way, he did not want to be in Tony’s way when he was pissed off.

Tony groans as they finally get Loki on the gurney “all of you act like this is nothing” Tony grumbles.

“What?”

“my soul is going to bond with his and what happens if we don’t fall in love?” Tony asks nobody as he fixes Loki’s leg so it’s not hanging off the bed.

“No one knows” Thor says. How bad could it be? Thor has never heard of anyone dying because they don’t love their soulmate. But then again Thor has also never heard of soulmates that didn’t love each other.

“One of us will die” Tony says lowly “I almost just did and it’s only been three weeks so what happens in three months?”

“don’t talk like that” Steve spits.

“it’s not that hard to figure out cap”

“we’ll find a-“

“ It's our souls Rogers” Tony repeats slowly to get it into Steve's thick head “you wanna make a cure for soulmates? they can’t even cure HIV, how would you cure this?” fuck, Thor and Loki don’t even know what else the bond will do so how in the fuck are they supposed to whip up a cure for this? Tony could barely stop himself from dying a couple years ago.

“Tony” Steve breathes out, obviously not wanting Tony to think like that.

“just forget about it” Tony grumbles as he walks out the door. His mind set on a drink so he goes upstairs and drinks until he can’t anymore.

He was going to die anyways.

It’s what you have wanted for years. At least this way you’ll have a meaningful death.

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lisinfleur · 5 years ago

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T&T - Chapter 8: Copyright

Author’s Notes | It has been being ridiculously hard to keep my mind focused and being able to produce chapters and shots. My anxiety has been fucking me up hard. But I managed to produce this one and I really hope you guys like it. I'll keep fighting! This brain will come back to work! Words | 1946 ⁑ Warnings: None

After some days of living in that castle, Ivar's wounds were pretty better. With the right supplies and no limitations, Atli was able to show his whole talent as a healer, and Ivar's body was almost fully healed at this moment.

With his new breath, the fallen king took some time to walk around the castle, discovering the many halls that place was composed of while Iliana was taking her turn serving tables and cleaning the place.

His crutched steps took him through a hallway where he could hear Brynjar's voice along with some others, discussing.

The familiar sound of plans of battle and war called Ivar's attention and he gently approached, trying to hear without being noticed hanging around. His ears caught the subject in the middle but it wasn't hard to really understand what was happening inside that room.

"...must understand, my king, that the absence of an heir..."

"It's not something important, Udir! For Odin's beard, stop disturbing me about Brimir's death! I have no heirs, then what? I'm still this place's king and they still owe me respect!"

Ivar approached, observing the figures inside the room around a big and beautiful map carved in a trunk in the middle of the hall - probably the map of Brynjar's lands. Brynjar's index hit potently a part of that map marked with some wooden pieces painted in red as he spoke. Ivar presumed those were enemy armies marked for them to recognize.

"These lands are mine! Those men are Earls who swore over their arm rings oaths of loyalty they're not fulfilling! I am their king, Udir! And if they want to call themselves kings upon my lands, they can wait for me to die since there is no heir to succeed me anymore or they can fucking put their grown-men pants and come! And kill me for the place they want so badly!"

So, Brimir's death brought more problems to that king than Ivar could imagine. Maybe he could help the old king to solve his problems with the rebelled earls as a way to compensate for the loss he caused.

The bearded man beside Brynjar sighed, and Ivar started paying attention to him as well as he patted Brynjar's back - maybe a counselor...

"Calm yourself down, Brynjar. Things are harder than before and we must put our minds to work. Do we really need these lands this much?"

The man was thinking of giving up. Ivar sighed. He knew exactly what was that flame into Brynjar's eyes.

"These are MY LANDS, Udir! My people! My father's lands before being mine! I brought these bastards here and they swore to me they would be loyal to my father's legacy! Don't you dare to ask me to abandon the place he fought and bled to conquer!"

Those words touched Ivar's spirit and he felt his heart clenching inside his chest. Kattegat was his father's legacy. His father's lands he lost to a bitch and her consort... If there was someone inside that room that could understand Brynjar's feelings, this person was Ivar himself.

"Then if you won't accept any deal with them, then you should listen to what I told you: go through the breach with your best men as I keep them here with mine. It will gain you time and the surprise element, Brynjar. I'll hold them back and you'll be able to cross the breach and take them from behind. We kill these earls and finish this senseless war."

Ivar saw Brynjar sighing, tired. But his experienced eyes ran over the map observing Udir's fingers pointing the breach and location where he would be with the earls.

"Udir..." Brynjar tried.

And the counselor insisted, pointing the place once again.

"It would be stupidity to face them face to face, Brynjar! You know that! Don't you trust me? Go through the breach."

Ivar's face frowned. There were several other possibilities to execute that plan and attack the enemy earls from behind, from their sides, all of them not taking such a strict way. Why was that man insisting so bad with that breach in special? Ivar lost the conversation for a moment as the counselor was insisting with Brynjar about the plan. His blues attentively running the map, looking around, absorbing the information, and observing the enemy earldoms and red spots. That place...

Something clicked on Ivar's mind: the breach was a road to one of the enemy earldoms they were facing. A road...

... just like Repton's road...

Ivar's eyes got large for a moment: Udir was leading king Brynjar into a trap?

"You think about what I said, Brynjar. It will be the end of the war, once and for all. If you want to put an end to this conflict, then prepare your men and gimme the order. You go through that breach and we stop this conflict together." Udir finished, patting the king's back before leaving, passing through Ivar with a frown, following the corridor out of the castle.

Ivar came into the room, looking at the map now close enough to confirm what he was thinking: it was a road just like Repton's road, with the form of a valley.

Perfect for archers to swallow an army entirely before its king could scream the retreat...

It was a trap. A trap he once used against prince Aethewulf. A plan of his that someone was trying to use against Brynjar.

The old king was deeply breathing, trying to get his head colder when Ivar's voice woke him up to the new presence inside the room.

"Since when do you know this friend of yours... Udir?" Ivar asked, looking at the king who sighed once again, taking a seat near the table, trying to relax.

"He's the son of a friend my father had for his whole life. I know him since I was a young man. He's around ten years younger than me but I got him as a counselor because of his conquers. A good strategist, good warrior. Not that honored as I wanted him to be, but good anyway," Brynjar answered, with a tired voice.

"I can see he's not that honored," Ivar said, walking around the table towards the part of that beautiful map where the breach was carved.

"What do you mean?" Brynjar asked, ready to defend his counselor from the strange who just arrived in his castle and was daring to move the pieces of his map.

"I've heard it once from an enemy I had. One that I defeated. Yet one that will always have my respect," Ivar started as the eyes of the old king were following his fingers slowly moving the red pieces through the way as if he was playing with toy soldiers, moving the enemy armies towards the breach.

"What battles did you won?" Ivar repeated the old words, moving the pieces, spreading them all over the representation of the hills around the road, as if they were archers, ready to attack whatever could cross that road with a privileged position.

"What battles did you lose?" his eyes found Brynjar's large eyes as everything started to make sense in his old mind while Ivar moved the blue pieces through the road, showing the plan in execution right in front of his experienced eyes.

Ivar stopped the pieces right in the middle of that road - the whole army would be lost at that point. Brynjar's eyes found his, shocked with the terrible revelation in front of his eyes, but Ivar kept speaking, clarifying to that man that the crippled man in front of him wasn't just a simple wanderer.

"In victory, you earn a lot, my friend. But it is in defeat that you learn the most. Whoever is this man you have by your side; he's leading you to a trap. He'll put an end to this conflict indeed. But the earls won't be the ones falling in this day."

"Who are you?" Brynjar asked, seeing such a wise man standing in front of him as if Odin himself had come into Ivar's body to warn him about that meticulous and cruel plan against this life.

"I'm a man who lost everything. I was once a king, like you, my friend. A king who ruled over beautiful lands beyond the sea. Lands that were my father's legacy. Lands I fought my brothers to rule over. Lands that I lost to someone I trusted with my life. I've learned with my defeat and now, I humbly bring this knowledge to a friend I owe my life to. Listen to me, king Brynjar: this man you call your friend will bring you nothing but doom. I saw this happening before," Ivar said, pointing the breach. "This road in the middle of the valley will be a beautiful channel of blood and dead bodies, all of them holding arrows in every part of their armors an archer could hit. And these bodies will be your best men, taken down without the chance of a fight if you listen to what Udir says this time."

Brynjar looked down at that valley once again. The valley that Udir was insisting so much could cover his army's passage. It was so close to the enemy territories! Brynjar noticed he was so absorbed trying to deal with the dishonor of attacking the earls from behind that he didn't take notice of how close that valley was of the lands he was trying to take back: the earls would take his army down without even having to travel with their men! He would be carrying his best men - as Udir was insisting so much for him to do - straight to death.

"Exactly, my friend," Ivar said, with a smile in his face, as if he could read the king's thoughts through his enraged eyes. "Your best men would be taken down without effort. All the men that could prevent them from reaching your kingdom and taking your crown. The strongest ones would be with you here, to die by the arrows, as the weaker ones or the ones who could easily be converted would be their second target to be taken after you couldn't prevent them to move forward into your town anymore. A smart plan that counts with the idea that you would be unaware of their actions... However, it can be a good moment for you, my friend."

Brynjar was lost. How in the nine realms to have such a close figure betraying him that horrible way could be turned into a good momentum for him? Ivar could see the disappointment and disorientation dancing into the old king's eyes - feelings he knew very well in his heart.

"Focus," he called up, making Brynjar look straight into his eyes once again. "It doesn't matter how hard it is, there will be time for you to mourn once this situation is over. Now, it's time to keep your mind focused, my friend. Doom is knocking on your door and Lord Odin prepares your seat in Valhalla. I think we can make him wait a little longer."

"How?" Brynjar's voice sounded full of determination once again and Ivar couldn't help himself from smiling.

The old man was full of life and there was still a lot to be done for his kingdom. Approaching, Ivar took his decision: he failed his father's lands, but he wouldn't fail Brynjar's. And if he could help that king to save his people and his crown with his knowledge, then maybe it was a sign from the gods that his own kingdom was still recoverable for him.

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centuryofdean · 5 years ago

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Of Food and Comfort - Part 2

Author Disclaimer:: Marvel and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. Instead I claim the maybe not so great plot, writing and characteristics of the reader insert character. I am not a die hard Marvel fan, I haven’t read all the comics, but have watched the movies. I may get some things wrong, so please don’t hate me. I also have been incorporating Old Norse as terms of endearment.

Summary:: You worked for Tony Stark as a…mechanic of sorts. Anything around the Avengers compound that needed a technicians touch, you handled. With working and living there, you had grown to be friendly with the super heroes. Of course you had grown to have feelings for one of them. The muscled Thunder God to be exact.

Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. At this point in the story there isn’t much, but later on the M rating will come into effect.

Warnings:: Language

Pairing:: Thor x Reader

That night with the movie was so long ago, you couldn’t remember all the little details. Instead you could only remember how you curled comfortably into Thor’s side. Neither of you had cuddled before, but it is something you will always remember. Especially at times like now, when you wonder how he’s doing.

The next morning after the movie night you spent the day doing your normal work, a little confused when Thor wasn’t following you around like a lost puppy dog. Instead you continued on and prepared a special dinner just for him.

Only to have your small heart break to find out he left in the middle of the night back to Asgard.

You tried to tell yourself it was nothing, don’t feel too bad about it. He had things to do there too. Don’t be like Jane, you told yourself. Be better than that. Support his life, because that is all you can do.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into a month; still Thor did not return. Even though you worried for the big guy, Steve said Thor had gone for four months once. Things happen within each of the nine realms that he needs to attend to.

After a month into his absence, you met Liam.

Liam worked at the high-end auto store you visited for maintenance of the cars in the garage. You had been visiting that store for almost a year and never ran into him. Once you laid eyes on him though, it was a little breath taking. His hair was dark and thick, just wavy enough to hold a shape a top of his head. Brown eyes the same shade as warm chocolate and full lips you wanted to kiss with every breath in your lungs. Now he was a man you stood a chance with--because he wasn’t a super hero or a God.

“Hello,” he smiled offering a hand, “I’m Liam. How can I assist you today?”

“Air and oil filters,” you breathed a little harder. “For sixteen different cars.”

His eyes widened a little bit before motioning you to follow him to the computer. “It’s for the Tony Stark account, all the vehicles are saved in his database. They usually have them ready for me,” you trailed off.

“Oh! You must be Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he smirked. “I’ve heard a lot about the legendary woman who wrenches for Mr. Stark and hangs out with the Avengers.”

“That’s me,” you wrung your hands nervously. Why did handsome men always make you nervous?

More small talk ensued while he started to ring up all the filters. You grabbed a bundle of blue paper towel and pulled out your wallet. Inside it, was full of Tony Stark’s various cards that you could use for whatever you needed. Anything. At all. It was nice being his somewhat tech assistant. Thankfully you didn’t have to plan out his life, Pepper Potts still handled that on top of Stark Industries.

“Tell me Y/N,” Liam handed you the receipt, “do you date the average Joe auto part’s salesmen?”

Two Months Later

“Tony! We already ran a background check on him four different times. One of which, you handled yourself instead of letting SHIELD do it,” you huffed while putting another pot in the oven.

The genius was propped on the counter, not helping, but watching you prepare different plates and dishes. It was Thanksgiving and Bruce’s birthday. So, you offered to make a Thanksgiving feast to celebrate the holiday with the only family you had now. It was nice to consider them family. Tony was like the older annoying brother you wished you always had.

On second thought, maybe the brother you wished you never had.

“I’m just saying Y/N, he could be HYDRA in disguise,” Tony replied curtly.

“Completely normal auto parts salesman Stark.”

Liam and you had been seeing each other for a few months, and he wanted to invite you to his family’s dinner. You kindly declined, and when you mentioned it to Steve he insisted you invited your boyfriend. Then you had to explain he wasn’t your boyfriend, but Steve wasn’t buying into it.

It must have been the time Steve came to pick you up, and Liam had his hands on your ass and his tongue in your mouth.

It was a pretty strict rule you made ever since you left high school and started college. You could go on dates and see someone, but you refused to get into a relationship with them unless you knew each other for at least three months.

“Miss Y/N, your guest Liam Herrington has arrived. Shall we open the doors,” FRIDAY’s voice called over the intercom.

With a quick glance around the kitchen, you deemed everything okay for a few minutes while you ran down to the entrance to greet Liam. The last thing you wanted was for him to enter a house full of super heroes without someone else at his side. Your blue jeans already had flour on them, but your canvas tan colored blouse was clean for now.

Sam had already opened the door and invited Liam in. You took two more strides to grasp his hand and start to lead him through the base. “Come on now baby girl,” Sam laughed after you, “introduce us!”

“Dinner is ready,” you called behind you, “we can do introductions at the table.”

Shortly after you said that, FRIDAY made an announcement that went through the base.

The dining room held the largest table you could find on short notice. It should be large enough to seat everyone, but barely large enough to hold all the food you made--and you made a lot of food. It looked like the last supper for an army, although you have seen how they eat. Once everyone entered and started to sit, you motioned Liam to sit at the spot on your right. All you needed to do now was get plates and set them at the seats for everyone. Like always, you loved to play the hostess.

“So, everyone, this is Liam. Liam this is…well almost everyone. I’ll let you introduce yourselves while I get the plates set,” you called over the small talk.

Half of the table was already set with plates, you just needed to get the rest. Then you would pour yourself a very large glass of wine. The cooking had been so stressful you sipped on a glass here and there, but now you could enjoy it.

The noises from the dining room grew for a second, but nothing you could make out over the fan running in the kitchen. With a stack of plates in hand, you emerged and set them on the corner of the table nearest you.

“Lady Y/N!”

Only one person called you that. Every fiber of your body tensed and sung in joy at the sound of your name off his lips. You hadn’t heard his voice in so long, you could feel the heat behind your eyes start to ignite. Before you could take him in, you were lifted off your feet and encased in his warm strong arms and musk.

“Oh, how I have missed you,” Thor’s voice hummed in your ear while he held you tighter. Had he ever hugged you before? You remembered how you both cuddled on the couch months ago.

This was so much better.

Just as quick as it started, he set you back down to correct your ruffled blouse. “What is the occasion of this feast you have prepared,” he questioned aloud. You directed him to a chair, one across from you while trying not to act flustered. With the rest of the plates handed out you grabbed another glass and some wine to pour for him.

“Bruce’s birthday and Thanksgiving,” you smiled at him warmly while you poured the glass. You turned to leave his side and return to your seat, only to be surprised to see his arm closing off the only way out. His hand was rested on Steve’s seat next to him, almost as if he was trapping you in with him. When you opened your mouth to ask him to move it, Thor retreated naturally. You were coming around to your seat as he extended that hand to Liam.

“Nice to make your acquaintance, I am Thor. Are you a new member of our team,” Thor asked while shaking Liam’s hand lightly.

“Erm, no. I’m Liam—uh Y/N’s guest.”

Thor’s electric blue hues rounded on you, eyeing your form with Liam’s arm on your chair, similar to his stance just moments ago. Something in his gaze hardened to indescribable.

Conversation flowed between everyone. It all was a dull blur. The only thing that captured your attention was how Thor’s light seemed to have flickered out. It was almost as if he was put off, like when Jane broke it off with him. Could that be the issue? Was he upset because of Jane still? Did seeing a couple happy before him remind him of his loss?

After the last bites were eaten, everyone chipped in on helping clean up the dishes. It was nice to have a crew to help with the mess of dishes that were used for the dinner. Afterwards, everyone moved to the common room to sit and drink while talking. The mood lightened and soon funny stories were being passed back and forth.

Thor smiled and quickly took a sip from his flask. It contained Asgardian liquor, something to actually get him tipsy or drunk. “Y/N and I went to the market to get food,” he said looking at you.

“Thor you always go with me,” you smirked. The wine had you tipsy and a little red in the face.

“Well we went to the market and purchased Pop-tarts.”

Instantly you burst into laughter, small tears forming in the corners of your eyes at the memory. At the time you were a little embarrassed and somewhat horrified, but now that you thought back on it, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mind you,” you pointed out, “he had twelve boxes of pop-tarts on the belt. Twelve--and the checkout girl was checking him out.”

Thor didn’t roll his eyes when he was playfully annoyed, he would smirk softly and gave you a droll stare. The familiar act was heart warming, causing you to smile radiantly.

“The girl asked how many children I had,” Thor boomed in laughter. There were a few chuckles, here and there from others. “I told her we had four.”

That did get everyone to bubble up in laughter. You downed the rest of your wine and stood, ready to get a refill. “She looked so appalled,” you chuckled out. “But it was even worse when he grabbed my stomach and said the fifth was on the way.”

Liam trailed behind you while you walked to the kitchen, leaving the thunderous laughter behind you. His hands skimmed your waist while you poured more of the delicious drink into your glass. “I think I’m going to head out babe,” he murmured into your neck. After a large sip of your glass, you left it on the counter to walk Liam to the entrance of the base. The walk was a little lengthy, it involved an elevator and trekking across to the other side of the compound. It was somewhat worth it though, because once the elevator doors closed his lips crashed into yours in a deep kiss.

All the wine made it a little surreal for you, but you kissed him back anyway. If everything kept going this smoothly for another month, you would call him your boyfriend happily. So far he had been wonderful.

Liam’s hand was glued to your ass while you walked to the door. His car was parked right next to it thankfully. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he whispered, pressing one more kiss to your mouth.

“Please do,” you murmured, smiling softly and watched him get in the truck and leave.

The walk up to the common room was a little difficult to maneuver while tipsy, but you made it after pressing the level three button a few times. Your glass of wine was still on the counter. With a quick grab at it and you back to the common room.

The day had gone well. You made an amazing dinner for everyone, Liam got along well, and Thor was back. Everyone was where you left them in the room, except Thor took Liam’s spot on the love seat. You settled in next to him and continued to drink and talk with everyone.

“I don’t know if I like him,” Tony scoffed and looked directly at you.

“Like who,” you inquired confused.

“You’re boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend Tony,” you huffed.

“Good,” Clint agreed, “I didn’t like him either.”

“Do you kiss guys like that who aren’t your boyfriend,” Steve asked a little confused.

“Whoa! Why don’t you guys like him? Steve, stop analyzing my dating life, please,” you whispered frustrated. The night was going to well until now!

“He left without a goodbye to the rest of us,” Thor rumbled next to you, then drinking from his flask heavily.

“You have no room to talk big guy,” you mutter, “I always find out you left after everyone else did, by word of mouth.”

Tony waved his hands around, looking for words. Clint just shrugged, “He doesn’t seem good enough for you sweetheart.”

A quick roll of your eyes left you dumbfounded. “Then tell me oh Clint my uncle I didn’t know I had, who is good enough for me? I’m not getting any younger, and my bed gets lonely,” you reply.

Sam swept up in a large bow, tipping to the left a little, “At your service ma’am. I make an excellent bed warmer.”

The room erupted in more laughter, soon forgetting about the small bump in conversation over the dislike of your choice in men.

As the darkness took the sky, the night progressed and most of the others had become tipsy. Steve and Thor had been sharing Thor’s flask for the majority of the night. Surprisingly the super solider was glassy eyed and slurring a bit in his words. You had never seen Steve drunk before, or even heard of the man getting drunk—and you had seen him pack away quite a few beers. What was in the flask? Absinthe?

“Come on, it sounds like you guys had fun last time with yanking the hammer,” Sam nudged Thor in the ribs again. The way the words had come out had you burst out laughing, tears threatening to spill over.

Thor thrust his hand out behind your back. Suddenly a gust of wind caressed your shoulders and a slight tingle across your ass, causing you to shiver. The hammer was in his hand as he pulled it around to show Sam. “Only those who are worthy can lift Mjölnir,” he took a few steps to place the hammer on the table in front of everyone.

Sam didn’t hesitate to put both hands on the handle and yank as hard as he could. When the metal weapon didn’t so much as budge, most of the team chuckled. Steve rolled his eyes as he pushed Sam away from the hammer. With both of his hands, muscles straining, he was able to move the hammer about an inch in one direction. Thor’s smile slid off his face for a fraction of a second until the hammer remained still again. Your eyes widened, realizing that the look that crossed his face was mild fear. The alcohol in your veins made you bold in your addled mind.

Your fingers wrapped around Steve’s bicep as you ushered him away from the table and the hammer. Once planted firmly in front of it, your hands rested on your hips.

“So, only those who are worthy can lift Mojior,” you raised a brow at the hunk of blonde and muscle.

Thor crossed his arms across his chest in amusement as he smiled. “It’s name is Mjölnir. If one is worthy enough to rule Asgard and protect the nine realms, they will be able to wield the power of thunder, lightning and Mjölnir.”

“So, if I lift Mahal,” you started again, “what do I get?” It must be a competition, if you lift it, you get a prize.

His deep laugh radiated through the room, tickling your heart. It was a little hard to breathe.

“Tis not some dwarf God from your movies schat. Say it with me, Mjölnir. Myawl-nir.”

You attempted to repeat the words he said but failing miserably due to your loose tongue from drinking.

“So, if I lift Mew-Mew,” you repeated, “what do I get?”

He finally came to sit on the couch that was before the table, snuggling in next to Tony. All the team members were lounging and enjoying the show. From your understanding, the last time this happened, no one picked up the hammer either. Steve was the only one to make any progress, but still was not to lift it. Truly you knew you couldn’t, but it was endearing to see how amused he was from your antics.

“If you can lift Mjölnir, I will take you to Asgard.”

You offered a shrug, saying with your body that the prize was good enough. Ideally you wanted him to take you into his arms and—no, you cannot think of Thor like that anymore. He wasn’t—isn’t—interested. And you had Liam.

Liam didn’t have sky blue eyes that could make you melt into a puddle of goo with one glace though.

With a sigh you forced your brain to turn off while you pressed both hands to the handle of the hammer. It was warm and electrifying at first touch, almost as if you got static shock. It startled you, making your body jerk back with the hammer still in your grasp. The heavy chuck of metal followed you to the floor as you tumbled. “Ow,” you muttered.

There, in your lap was Mjölnir.

“Holy shit,” Steve muttered.

Thor was up in an instant, coming to rest on his knees next to you with wide surprised eyes.

With one hand, you used your slim muscles to lift the hammer up in between your face and his. It wasn’t light by any means, but it was just light enough that you could wield it like a large wrench. Up close you could see the writings and geometric designs on its surface, something you never paid attention to before. Your E/C hues met sky blues over the gleam of the sleek weapon.

“My dróttning,” he murmured in awe.

“Holy shit, Steve said shit,” Tony erupted from behind Thor.

Natasha scoffed, “Fuck that. Y/N has the power of thunder. We can get rid of Thor now.”

Soon the night started to come to an end. You were most certainly drunk, legs wobbling as you teetered down the hallways to stumble to your room. Only Natasha shared the hallway with you, but Thor insisted that you wouldn’t make it to bed by yourself. Maybe he was right, because you almost ate the floor a few times. Oddly he was a little tipsy as well, because every time you almost fell, and he caught you—you both melted into the floor in a fit of giggles.

Once your door loomed up, you ran to it and slammed into the knob with a breath of air. “We made it,” you sang quietly. “Thank you Thor, what a gallant gentle-sir of you.”

“Yes, of course. You would have fallen on the ground and slept in the kitchen if I had not brought you,” he replied.

Once the door was opened, you stumbled to the bed where you sighed in relief. Now all you needed to do to finish the night is to get your pants and bra off. Your hand flicked the button open easily, then used your thumbs to push the waist down. “Thor,” you grumbled, will you take my pants off for me?”

Almost as if he was waiting for instruction, you felt his large fingers work to find the cuff of your pant legs and pull each off with little effort.

“Again,” you sigh again, “thank you.”

“Anything else I can assist you with Y/N? Do you need a…. bed warmer,” his voice was soft and murmured, almost a little gruff.

“No,” you yawned, “it’s too hot as it is… Goodnight Thor.”

If you weren’t so drunk out of your mind, you would have thought for a moment Thor offered to have sex with you.

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btsqualityy · 5 years ago

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Wedding Series Q&A #2

Yoongi x Reader

How long have you been together?

“Uh, eight years,” Yoongi answered. “Almost nine now.”

How did the two of you meet?

“We met at a nightclub,” you chuckled.

What were your first impressions of each other when you met?

“I thought he was cute, maybe a little creepy because he was making eyes at me from across the club without approaching me,” you teased, making Yoongi roll his eyes playfully.

“I was nervous, ok?” He pouted. “My first impression of her was that she was so confident in herself, dancing around the club without a care in the world and I liked that about her.”

Did the two of you have an instant attraction to each other?

“Yeah,” you both answered at the same time.

“The sex we had that night only solidified it,” you added with a laugh.

What was our first date?

“Our first date was actually in my studio,” Yoongi grimaced. “I was getting ready for our album at the time and I had been cooped up in the studio trying to write.”

“He had been promising to take me out but I realized that he wasn’t going to leave the studio so I went to him,” you smiled.

“She brought me ramen and soju and we had a little picnic there,” Yoongi said.

Who said ‘I love you’ first?

“I did,” Yoongi revealed.

Do the two of you regret moving so fast in your relationship or getting engaged after only being together for a year?

“No, I like the way that it happened,” you nodded. “Even though it may seem “fast” by conventional standards, the way that our relationship progressed was completely natural.”

“Yeah, and why should we waste two to three years bullshitting around when we know that we want to be together?” Yoongi added with a shrug.

Yoongi, have you ever told Y/N that you told Jungkook to smear cake on her face at their wedding?

“What?” You exclaimed, looking over at him with a glare. “You told him to do that?”

“A seven year secret and here you guys’ go exposing me,” Yoongi groaned.

“Do you know what I did to him when I caught him for that?” You wondered with a scoff. “Now I feel bad.”

What song did you choose for your first dance and why?

“We chose ‘All of Me’ by John Legend,” Yoongi said. “It just described our relationship and how we grew together.”

What aspects of your life have stayed the same and what has changed since getting married?

“I think we had to learn how to be husband and wife,” you said. “When we were only dating and engaged, it wasn’t that big of a deal if we didn’t see each other for a few days or if we had an argument, we could just take our space for a while. Being married though, you can’t do that,” you shrugged. “We had to make a bigger space for each other in our lives’ and learn how to handle each other 24/7.”

What are some of your favorite things to do at home as a family?

“I honestly love taking naps with her and Kinsley,” Yoongi admitted. “It’s just something about knowing that both of my girls are with me and safe that makes me feel better.”

“This isn’t necessarily at home but mine would have to be when he has me and Kinsley come to the studio to listen to his new stuff,” you said.

What was the lowest point in your relationship?

“I don’t think we’ve ever had one specific instance of feeling low in our relationship,” you murmured.

“Yeah. Whenever we have arguments, they usually get pretty bad so that can make you feel pretty low,” Yoongi added with a shrug.

What has been the impact of Yoongi’s celebrity on your relationship? Like did Y/N hate it at first, have a hard time adjusting etc?

“It wasn’t bad at first because our relationship wasn’t common knowledge until we got engaged,” you revealed. “And when it did become public knowledge, I just ignored the fans and comments for the most part.”

“Yeah, I’ve been lucky in the fact that she handles it extremely well,” Yoongi smiled.

“Well, I have no choice,” you chuckled. “I fell in love with you for you, not for who you are in the Kpop realm.”‘

What do you argue about the most?

“How much time I spend working,”‘ he groaned.

“We fight about it because even though I know it’s his passion, Kinsley is getting older and she notices that he’s not home much these days,” you explained. “It’s getting harder to explain it to her.”

Any arguments about who's last name to take? Were either of you adamant about taking or not taking the other’s last name?

“He wasn’t adamant about it or anything but I wanted to,” you stated.

Have the two of you ever fallen out of love? How do you work on your relationship after having Kinsley?

“There are times when it can feel like we have, especially after we get into an argument,” Yoongi sighed. “But those are the times when you just need to take a step back and give yourself time to breathe and I always come back to my senses after that.”

“As for working on our relationship, we really try and make it a point to talk honestly with each other, which is ironic because that’s what leads to half of our arguments,” you laughed, making Yoongi do the same. “But we’re in love, we’re married, and we have a kid together so we feel like there shouldn’t be anything that we can’t talk to each other about.”

“It’s not always easy to do,” Yoongi interjected. “But it’s worth it in the end.”

Who needs more alone time between the two of you and what do you do in that time?

“I do,” Yoongi chuckled. “Big surprise right? But I usually like to just sleep or go to the studio or go out to eat by myself. Just things that allow me to be alone for a while and recharge.”

In what ways are you two alike? In what ways are you different?

“We both have no problems with saying what’s on our minds,” you muttered.

“For differences, she’s definitely more open to trying new things than I am,” Yoongi admitted.

Since couples become alike after some time, what habits of each other have you picked up during your relationship?

“I swear to you, I sleep in later and later in the mornings the longer that we’re together,” you laughed.

“That’s not my influence, that’s Kins tiring us out after taking care of her all day,” Yoongi pointed out, making you laugh and nod in agreement. “For me, I have this thing with lighting candles around the house now because Y/N does it all the time. I even do it when she’s not home.”

How often do the two of you have sex?

“It depends on how busy we both are, but it’s usually at least 4 times a week,” Yoongi said.

What method of contraception do the two of you use?

“I’m currently on the pill,” you answered.

What do you like the most about each other?

“I love how she takes care of me and Kinsley,” Yoongi nodded. “She always seems to somehow know exactly what we want and need.”

“I love how silently strong he is,” you replied. “I like the fact that he isn’t overbearing with how he shows his love for me but he still has his own ways of letting me know.”

What has been the most special or memorable moment in your relationship?

“For me, it’s when he proposed to me,” you grinned. “It was just so Yoongi and so us, I love how organic it was.”

“Mine would have to be Kinsley’s first birthday,” Yoongi nodded. “The look on Y/N’s face when the clock turned to 9:56am, which the time that Kinsley was born, you could tell how much she loves Kinsley and how much she cherishes her and I love that.”

How did you know that Y/N was the one? And vice versa?

“I knew that Y/N was the one when she came and had our first date with me in my studio,” Yoongi revealed, looking over at you with a little smirk on his lips. “That did it for me.”

“Really?” You asked and Yoongi nodded in response. “Well, for me, I knew the first time that he told me that he loved me. He was so nervous, I could tell, and he rambles when he’s nervous and it just made me feel so special that he bared his soul to me the way that he did. I knew then and there that he was the man that I wanted to be with,” you said, grabbing his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers with his.

“Lucky me,” Yoongi teased, making you giggle.

“No, I’m the lucky one Yoongs,” you assured.

#bts #bangtanarmynet #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts suga #bts yoongi #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #yoongi imagine #suga imagine #min yoongi #wedding series q&a #btsqualityy 5k celebration

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mousehole5000 · 4 years ago

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tgcf lb the third chapter 14 - 21

okay hit me with the lore

Xie Lian hadn’t spoken his next words before the teenager said, “He dug it out himself.” Startled, Xie Lian asked, “Why?” The teen replied, “He went mad.” -digging out your own eye okay worm

If there were demons in this world who would scam or entice the hearts of people, then there would also be humans who would fool demons. There would exist much ongoing exploitation and betrayal. He said, “If it was handed over in infatuation, yet only results in broken bones and scattered ashes, it would indeed render one’s heart to feel aggrieved.” okay also kind of dope i love it when humans and demons get some back and forth. also this feels like it could be foreshadowing

awwww xie lian giving away his only steamed bun what a sweetheart

everyone keeps telling me this book is also a tragedy but now im just laughing at the visual of headless ghosts carrying their heads around and bickering

chronic bad luck and chronic good luck meet... what will happen to our heroes...

Xie Lian raised his head, softly saying, “You are tenacious, extremely dedicated, and despite many bitter encounters with frustrations and dashed hopes, you’ve stayed true to your heart. More often than not, your misfortunes will turn into blessings, calamity to prosperity. You will continue to have good fortune, my friend, your future is radiant and will blossom spectacularly.” All the things he said were made up on the spot, so they were complete nonsense. - fhklasjksldfdfh i know this is a ploy but still this was funny. also why didnt xie lian try to pick up palm reading from another source when he fell? are they just not as good? is he pretentious like that? either way i hope we find out more about what he got up to during those 800 years

Xie Lian felt rather skeptical on how he only ate half a bun for the duration of the entire day. If young people took advantage on their good health like this, sooner or later they would surely end up passed out on the streets. - xie lian is directly calling me out for my quarantine eating habits im sorry king ill do better

Previously, it had always been Xie Lian telling other people ‘it’s alright, it’s okay’. Today was the first time he heard those words spoken back to him, leaving him with an indescribable feeling. - awww okay this got me

oh my god there was only one bed

again comedy of the year. “oh you’re putting up a curtain that repels evil thats so interesting. on an entirely unrelated note im going to make you a door”

Brushing past him, San Lang pulled out the bamboo chopstick. He swayed it twice in front of him before saying, “It got dirty. I’ll throw it out later.” - edgy bastard moments begin

Xie Lian could hear the deliberation win Ling Wen’s tone. One thing he could be sure of was that she must be in a difficult situation. He said, “Okay, I understand. Since this is inconvenient for you, then there’s no need for you to say more. In addition, the two of us never had this conversation in private.” - awwwww considerate crown prince xie lian

“What, do you guys know him?” Xie Lian said. “……” Fu Yao coldly replied, “No we don’t.” - all men do is lie. also love the petty little broom dispute. i know its actually quite intentional and that only makes it funnier. also guys stop wrecking xie lian’s home he just got it fixed up!! if anyone breaks the new door ill be highly disappointed in them

Xie Lian nodded his head. “That’s right. I wrote it. If you guys continued fighting in there, I would be pleading for reconstruction instead of renovation. Then, I would really have no dignity left.” - see xie lian said if youre not going to contribute to it then please dont fight in my monastery its been through enough

Earlier, when Fu Yao had entered, he hadn’t gotten to examine the interior furnishings. Now, after standing in this crooked, shabby house for quite a while, he was able to see it all. As if his entire body, from head to toe, was uncomfortable, he asked, “You live in a place like this?” Xie Lian handed him a chair and said, “I’ve always lived in these kinds of places.” - ive seen this quote before and it really is just that “damn bitch you live this like?” meme. amazing

Fu Yao did not sit, his expression also turning rigid for a second. It was hard to tell what the look on his face was. It seemed nine parts blank shock and one part schadenfreude. - THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE EXPRESSION I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT

In the desert, the difference in temperature between night and day was drastic. During the night, the freezing temperature was cold enough to seep into one’s bones, yet it was still tolerable. But come daytime, it was a whole other experience. The sky here was incredibly clear and expansive with dashes of white clouds, but likewise, the blazing sun was just as fierce. The group continued to walk, but the more they walked, the more it felt as though they were going into an enormous steamer basket. The hot air emitted from deep within the earth felt as though a day’s worth of walking could steam a person alive. - YES DESERTS YES

okay xie lian is so kind and so generous? he keeps giving stuff away when he has almost nothing and making sure that others are taken care of first..... love him

Xie Lian watched them put on airs. But when such airs were discarded, they finally got physical. Separated by the space of the table, the three of them fought with the poor water bottle, pushing it back and forth. - if these three really are who i think they are this is even funnier. the very clear toying thats going on is truly delightful

Even before, Xie Lian had always thought that although this teenager was always smiling, his smile often made it hard for people to distinguish whether it was actually genuine, or whether it was mockery in the guise of compliments. However, this time, anyone would be able to tell that there wasn’t even half an ounce of goodwill in his smile. - yeah that about sums it up. not even half an ounce of goodwill damn that sure the hell is not a lot of goodwill

He had Ruoye go grab onto something sturdy and stable, but Ruoye ended up grabbing onto San Lang! - awwww thats kind of cute. also the mental image... im going to make this its own post too but

im waiting for xie lian to cough up all that sand hes eating and say something funny when we’re back on the ground. i hope we get more very literal decisions from ruoye

It should be noted that there was a common saying within the mortal realm—a powerful dragon cannot crush a snake in its old haunts. - oh i like this and the translators note This is an old Chinese adage that basically means, ‘even a powerful man cannot crush a local bully.’

“General.” Nan Feng and Fu Yao both spoke at the same time, “What?” - CONFIRMED I CALLED IT tbh it was kind of obvious now ig now im just waiting. also again hysterical. if youre gonna hide your identities boys fucking lkafjfjlkdaf; try harder to remember that youre hiding

To be demoted again and again, to the point one couldn’t be demoted any further…… this kind of experience honestly felt too familiar. Xie Lian felt two gazes collectively fall on his body, but he pretended not to notice and continued reading the text on the stone slate. - this is a funny little set up for what seems to be a parallel between xie lian and this central plains general. he tripped on his own bootlace??? this HAS to be xie lian parallel what does it mean. oooh the common people on both sides of the conflict were the ones who commemorated him? interesting..

San Lang faintly smiled before he whispered, “No, I made that up. Since they had laughed at him before, making them kowtow to him now wouldn’t be asking too much, right?” Xie Lian looked and saw that it was really true. There was already no more text left to translate on the stone slate. He had originally wanted to sigh, but now he just found it funny. Thus, he also whispered, “Why are you so cheeky?” San Lang stuck out his tongue. The two of them were laughing when suddenly, someone screamed, “What is this!!!???” - okay they are funny and i respect the deception. also oooh scorpion tailed snake. oooh a horde of them. a classic cave blunder

“Yeah! The results are relatively the same as worshipping that rubbish immortal! The more you worship, the unluckier you become! “ “……” For an arrow to hit the bullseye despite being in a place so distant and unrelated, Xie Lian was left with no words. - oh my god xie lian are you wearing a spiritual “kick me” sign because it really feels like you are

HE GOT STUNG XIE LIAN NO

#i need to take a break from this i got fic to write #tgcf liveblog #mouse mumbles

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lailannajacobs · 5 years ago

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A Tricky Hunt and an Unexpected Find (Handmade Thieves pt. IX)

Pairing: Loki X fem!reader

Summary: Reader unwittingly finds her way onto Asgard and has to deal with all the attention that follows being a mortal in the extravagant realm. To his surprise, Loki finds himself having just as much trouble if not more than reader in dealing with it.

Warnings: Just a little bit of blood.

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Hey guys! So I wrote, rewrote and rewrote this chapter but I’m actually really pleased with the way this chapter turned out! There are only four more chapters out after this one so I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who’s been following along with this series, I know it’s been a long one! Always love to hear your feedback, good or bad it makes my day! <3

Handmade Thieves | Part Nine

The last couple weeks had been excruciatingly boring. Did you miss the parties and meetings? Absolutely not. But did you miss having company and someone to talk to? As much as you hated to admit it, yes, yes you did. You had seen Asger a few times and it had been…nice, but it hadn’t been…interesting. When you were with him you caught yourself wondering what the Prince was up to and wishing you could have left the palace with him. Even if the Prince always managed to irritate you more than anyone you had ever met, it seemed your anger had been keeping the sadness and longing for freedom at bay. Left to your own thoughts, it was become harder and harder to keep those negative emotions from seeping in.

However, at least with the Prince gone, you were free to do and go wherever you wanted, not having to answer to anyone. After the first mind-numbing couple of days, you had decided to try and find the secret path the Prince had used the time he had snuck you back into the palace from the market.

It was proving to be much harder than you had first anticipated.

The Prince was due to arrive sometime today, if he hadn’t arrived already, and you were no closer to finding the path than when you had started your search. You wanted to smack your past self upside the head for not having memorized where the door had let out or for not having at least looked back to see what the exit looked like. The few doors you had found looked nothing like the one you had gone through. Not that you knew what it looked like. After all, you had only seen it from the inside of the damp passage and not the other way around. If you had, this hunt of yours wouldn’t have felt so hopeless.

You had set out early that morning and your now growling stomach let you know that it was way past lunch. As your last day alone, and thus last chance at finding the path, you figure you needed as much time as you could get to find it. You didn’t think he had arrived yet, which meant you still had time.

For some reason, you were sure the Prince would let you know when he got back. Logically, he had no real reason to, but you hoped he would. If he did, then maybe him having to search for you would give you extra time to find the path, if you hadn’t already found it by the time he got back. And, if you were being honest, you were ready for him to get back, not wanting to have to spend another day wandering the halls by yourself.

You fiddled with the hem of the Asgardian shirt you were wearing as you walked down the hallways. It was hard to be sure, but the shirts the Prince had left for you were so close to the ones you had seen him wearing that a part of you wondered if he had donated some of his own shirts to your cause for comfortable attire. Maybe it was only your imagination, but when you had first put one of them on, that lingering smell of lemon and pine felt oddly familiar. Strangely enough, you found yourself finding more comfort in the shirts that reminded you of him rather than your own clothes that reminded you of home. Trapped and alone, any reminder of freedom or home was starting to become unbearable.

At the corner of the hallway, you turned down another long, narrow hallway and made it about halfway down before you realized you had already checked it twice before. With a defeated groan, you picked up the pace, not quite paying attention to your surroundings. You wanted to save your energy, searching a hallway that might actually lead to a secret way out of the palace.

A few feet further down, a familiar voice rooted you to the spot, the mere sound sending a current of fear through you. Your chest tightened and it was suddenly hard to breath. Just because you hadn’t seen him in over a month, didn’t mean you didn’t know the sound of his voice when you heard it. It wasn’t something you could easily forget. You had only managed to avoid the king because dumb luck had been on your side. Apparently your luck had run out.

You had to get out. Now.

As quickly and softly as you could, you backed up the way you came, but it quickly became apparent that he was moving far faster than you could even think to make it round the corner at the other far end. Frantic, your head whirled like it was on a swivel, trying to find another way out. You were about to give up and bolt back the way you came, regardless of consequences, when you noticed the outline of a door out of the corner of your eye.

A few quick strides took you to the wall where, upon closer inspection you found what looked like the outline of an old broom closet. There was no handle and you wondered for a second if you were crazy, imagining things in your desperation. Frustrated, you pushed inside the outline, and heard a small click. Confused yet hopeful, you backed off, the door releasing about an inch with you. Your pounding heart felt like drumroll, building and rising as you pried open the heavy door, scraping your nails against the wood. When the door opened wide enough for you to see inside, you deflated, the seamless brick wall you were met with shattering your hopes of escape. You almost cried out in frustration but managed to bite it back. What you needed was to breath and to think. Their voices were closer now, but you knew you still had a few more precious seconds. There was a way out, there always was. You needed to find it. But was there a way out for you? If you were the Prince, you could have found a way to cast an illusion over yourself and hide from the king, but you weren’t him.

You were human and you couldn’t rely on magic and tricks to get out.

Or could you?

An idea bloomed in your mind but you couldn’t deny it was probably crazy. But there wasn’t any time left to try anything else. Your pounding heart was an urgent reminder that even if you were grasping at straws, however strange your plan sounded, it could be your only way out. You didn’t know what the king would do if he found you suspiciously wandering the halls but you weren’t about to stay to find out.

Bracing yourself, you stepped through what should have been a solid wall but what turned out to be an image that shimmered green as you passed through it and into a dimly lit hallway. You managed to pull the door shut as the king rounded the corner and you leaned against he wall, barely breathing as you waited to see if the king had spotted you. Only when you were sure that they were long gone, their echoing voices and footsteps long no longer audible, did you sag against the wall, and something like a giggle crossed with a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

You did it. You were still alive. And it seemed…

You looked around. Even in the bare light, you recognized the pathway. Your lips curled into a crazy grin. You had to hand it to the Prince, he was damn good at keeping things a secret and at making your heart race, even miles away.

With a laugh, you skipped down the hallway, ecstatic despite the moldy smell and damp air. Only when a lamp flickered and extinguished above you, plunging you into darkness for the next few feet, did you remember that you weren’t out yet. The pathway may have felt deserted, but you couldn’t be sure of anything. You slowed, wishing you had your daggers.

It was hard to tell how far you had made it, but you had gone far enough that you had the impression the path had begun to slope a few minutes back. As you veered right, the scraping of uneven steps echoed down the hall. It was too dark to see more than ten steps ahead so you pressed up against the wall, trying to make yourself invisible to whatever was coming your way. Your shallow breathing was too loud in the emptiness. With every breath, you ran through a different scenario, your fear building with every monstrous possibility.

Whatever it was, it was moving slowly and you hoped it meant that if it came down to it, you could outrun the thing. You knew you should turn back now and run the other way, but you didn’t want to risk alerting it to your presence. If you were lucky, the darkness would offer enough cover to keep you shielded from view. You didn’t want to think about the possibility that you could be dead if it didn’t.

When it came into the pale light, now only a few feet away from you, your breath caught in your throat.

“Wolf?” You whispered, your voice echoing through the darkness.

He flinched his eyes narrowing in confusion. The look in his eyes felt off and unfamiliar, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Figuring you had to be imagining things, a breath of relief escaped your lips. You hadn’t thought you’d ever be this happy to see him.

But worry washed away any bit of relief you felt at the sight of him when you took a step forward and got a better look at him. His hair was a soaked, tangled mess falling into his face, covering cuts a bruises along his jaw. He had one hand clutching his side and you noticed the other was pressed against the wall for support. And that was just what you could see from a quick inspection. The sight felt like a punch to the gut, stopping you in your tracks as if your brain couldn’t figure out what it was seeing.

“Midgardian?” His voice seemed to scrape its way out his throat, only audible because of the silence of the pathway.

The sound broke you out of your trance and you closed the space between the two of you in rushed steps. “What the hell happened to you?” You demanded.

“Nothing.” He crossed his arms low over his chest and leaned against the wall like he would any other day, but it was missing his usual insouciant quality.

He was hiding something, you were sure of it. You pulled his arms away from his body, surprised that he let you without protest, and sucked in a break at the sight of the blood soaked tunic. If the amount of blood was any indication, it was impressive that he was still standing, let alone walking.

With a deep breath, you tried to tuck all your emotions away, willing your voice to be as curt and unfeeling as you knew it should be.

“I thought gods weren’t supposed to bleed.” You huffed.

He shrugged, not quite able to do it without wincing. “It happens.”

“It doesn’t just happen. Where the hell were you Prince?” You forced your hands to your side so you wouldn’t inspect the bruised face in front of you. “That doesn’t just happen from a walk in the park.”

He pushed himself from the wall, his breath catching at the movement. He was done with your interrogation. “Nowhere.”

“Nowhere the planet or nowhere you’re trying to ignore my question?” You stepped in front of him, your hands on his chest, so he wouldn’t step around you. “Want to tell me what you were doing?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He snapped, trying to push past you.

You knew you should let him be. Let it go. It should’t matter what he had done or that he was hurt. It didn’t affect you. You weren’t the one who was hurt. But you couldn’t just let it go. You’d figure out why later, when you weren’t terrified by the sight in front of you.

“Really?” You demanded, angling your head to try and get a better look at the cut on his jaw, “It doesn’t matter?”

His eyes narrowed, “I didn’t think you’d be this upset Midgardian.”

Annoyed, you pushed hard on what appeared to be a stab wound on his abdomen, watching as he grit his teeth in an attempt to push past the pain to stay standing.

“Of course I’m upset.” He grabbed your hand but you kept pushing. “We had a deal Loki. You stay alive so that I can stay alive. I’m not going back into that dungeon because you do stupid shit like this. You stay alive. That’s the deal.” You growled and released the pressure on his wound, hoping the words would convince him as much as you.

He glowered at you, “And here I thought you’d be curious to know what would happened if I got stabbed.”

Ending in a coughing fit, he slid down the wall to a clumsy seat on the ground. Half propped up against the dirty wall, you were suddenly hit with how much younger and how much more tired he looked. He didn’t seem to have enough energy left to keep up the cocky god of mischief facade, and you felt yourself soften a little.

Releasing a sigh, you bent down to a crouch in front of him so that you were at his eye level and tucked a loose, bloody strand of hair behind his ear, only to find another nasty bruise beneath it.

“What the hell did you do to yourself.” You murmured, your voice little more than a sigh.

You weren’t going to solve anything by scolding him, you knew that. Whatever he had done, there was nothing you could do about it now other than make sure he stayed alive and unhurt. What you really needed to do was calm down. You tried telling yourself that now that you knew he was safe and alive, you weren’t heading to the dungeon, but the thought wasn’t calming you as much as it should have. It seemed the longer you stared at Loki, the tighter the pressure in your chest seemed to become. You forced in a deep breath, trying to create space your lungs. There was no reason for you to be this scared and upset. These feelings weren’t like you. And it wasn’t like you were actually concerned about Loki’s welfare. Right?

As if to prove that last thought wrong, you steeled your voice, banishing all emotion, “Use that magic of yours and bring me bandages, antiseptic and something for stitches.”

You tilted his head side to side with a finger under his chin as you inspected his face as clinically as possible.

He raised his brows, “You’re going to…” He stopped as if he wasn’t sure what you were going to do.

“I’m going to patch you up yes.” You rolled yours eyes at his surprise, “Don’t make a deal about it.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

“You don’t strike me as the doctorly type.” He protested with a cough. “You used my injury to push me to the ground.”

You lifted his blood soaked tunic, revealing his bloody stomach, contracted in pain, “I only did that to knock some sense into you. What would you have done if I hadn’t shown up?”

“What were you doing creeping around here anyhow?” He countered.

“None of your business.” You shut down his question, knowing he probably didn’t need to know the truth, “Now, get me those bandages I asked for.”

You watched his face contort in pain, his jaw tightening until what you needed was beside you. Too busy marvelling at his ability, you barely looked up in time to see him slump forward, eyes rolling back in his head. You caught him by the shoulders and righted his heavy body.

Cupping either side of his face, you searched, heart racing, for any sign that he wasn’t doing worse than a few minutes ago, “Hey, we’ve still got things to do. You have to stay awake for me okay? Please Loki.”

Your breathing picked up and a panicked feeling settled in your gut. For the first time since you met him, you feared he wasn’t as indestructible as he wanted you and everyone else around him to believe. The colour of the wound told you that if someone got creative enough, they could make a god bleed. Doubt pooled in your stomach and you were afraid he might not stay awake long enough to get him to his room. You pushed the thoughts away, willing him to stay awake - to live - as you pushed the hair from his face and threatened to stab him again if he didn’t open his eyes.

He took in a long, shaky breath, his eyes fluttering open.

You let out a breath of relief, “You’re lucky I’m here Wolf.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly, “I knew you being good at staying alive would rub off on me.”

“That is why you made a deal with me in the first place.” You mentioned, even if you both knew that wasn’t true.

Even in his half awake state he knew better then to correct you, and once you realized he wasn’t going to say anything else, you got to work disinfecting the wound. Thankfully, despite the odd colour to the cut, he wasn’t bleeding out anymore. He barely flinched as you poured the alcohol over it, dabbing gently to clean it out. You weren’t much of a medic, but it was the best you could do. His body would heal much faster than yours ever could anyways, which reassured you that the painfully sloppy stitches you were attempting would only have to hold for the night. He was probably in more pain than he was letting on, yet barely flinched every time the needle pierced the skin.

“That’s not why,” he whispered so softly you weren’t sure you had heard him right.

Looking up from the final stitch, you found his eyes searching yours. Their intensity might have been dimmed from the pain, but it didn’t take away the part of his gaze that always made you feel like he could see right through you. You shivered, unable to look away.

It took you a moment to remember what you had been talking about. “Then why did you make the deal?”

He stayed silent long enough for you to knot the thread, then shrugged, the movement stiff, “I did it to keep me alive.”

You cocked your head and looked into his eyes, trying to see past his words to what you were missing. “Isn’t that what I said?”

“Must be the pain talking.” His words came out shallow and you could feel him slipping away again. The only reassuring thought was that if he had enough fight left in him to keep his guard up and not tell you the truth, then he could hold out a little longer.

“That’s hard to believe,” you looked up from his stomach, realizing that you needed to keep him talking, “I’ve never heard you say anything you didn’t think through first.”

He caught your stare and you were relieved by the fire you felt in it, “Sometimes it happens.”

“Does it?”

“More often then you would know.” He murmured.

That unnerving stare of his captured all of your attention, and you couldn’t look away. You didn’t want to look away. You wanted to see beneath the surface. You wanted to know what he saw when he looked at you. Was it the same thing you were looking for when you looking into his eyes?

“And what do you do when that happens?” You asked, lured in by that unguarded, sleepy look on his face.

“I say something confusing instead.” He let his head thump back against the wall..

You reached for the bandages. “Must be exhausting.”

“Well, we can’t all be as brutally honest as you Midgardian,” He opened an eye, looking down at you from his tilted back position. “Some of us needs tricks.”

“Why not? Maybe my honesty is what’s been keeping me alive all this time. You should try it sometimes.” You tried to smile, hoping an attempt at your normal banter would loosen the knots in your stomach.

He huffed a breath that turned into a cough, his muscles tensing beneath your hand.

“I’m almost done.” You reassured.

He waved away your concern, “I’ll be fine in an hour.”

“You’re not indestructible you know. Whatever or whoever got you, didn’t miss.” You let out a frustrated sigh, and refrained from taping the bandage to his chest harder than necessary. “Tell me whoever did this has a wound to match yours?”

“I believe theirs is worse,” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Good.”

“You’re relieved.” The words were a statement but were filled with so much surprise that it sounded like a question.

“No.” You lied.

“Pardon me Midgardian, but I don’t seem believe you.”

You glanced up at him. “Why’s that?”

“Because you let out a sigh that was clearly one of relief.” He pointed out.

You levelled his annoyingly smug look with a glare, “I did not.”

He raised a brow, proving that even while injured and half conscious he could still perfect that deadpanned look of disbelief. You almost smiled at the familiarity of it.

Instead, you pulled his shirt back down over the bandage and crossed your arms, “If I sounded relieved it’s only because that means that whoever you pissed off is going to have to take a couple of days off before deciding whether or not he wants to come over here and make your life, and thus mine, even more complicated.

Mulling over your words, he eventually nodded as if accepting your words more than anything he had come up with on his own. You tucked yourself under his arm to help bear his weight and get him up.

“Come on. Stand up. We need to get to your room.”

He looked down at you with a raised brow, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.” His smile faltered with each swaying step forward, “I do believe, judging by that look you’re shooting me now, that you wish you were the one to stab me.”

“You know what?” You paused to readjust his weight, tucking yourself even closer to his side, “I absolutely do wish it was me.”

He took another uneven step, “I would have been disappointed if you had said any different.”

“Of course you would have.” You shook your head, a small smile on your lips. “Only you would embrace the side of me that wants to stab you.”

The corners of his mouth lifted a little higher but you could tell he was trying hard not to let you know how forced it was. The further you walked the further he leaned on you, and you had a feeling he wasn’t even aware of it. The struggle to keep moving was draining the life from him. Whatever had happened to him didn’t seem to be killing him but rather seemed to suck all the energy from him until standing became an arduous task. You held him tighter, trying not to feel so worried. You weren’t a worrier. Not when you knew it wouldn’t help you in any way, and especially not for someone who was basically acting as your prison guard. But you couldn’t seem to help it. Even if you were almost completely sure he would be able to walk this off without a problem after a good night’s sleep, that inkling of doubt held fast.

“That’s what people don’t understand.” His voiced snapped you out of your worry, despite how soft and drowsy it sounded.

You kept moving forward regardless of how tired you were becoming, his body much heavier than you had anticipated. “What don’t they understand Wolf?”

You needed to get him to his room and soon. Hopefully, you were almost out of this dank hallway.

“They don’t understand that pretending their dark side doesn’t exist doesn’t make it any less there. It makes them a coward for not embracing it.”

Before you could look into his eyes to get a better sense of the very interesting words he just spoke, his head lolled forward, eyes shut.

”Hey, Loki? Stay with me, okay? Just until we get to your room. I can’t get you there if you don’t help me.” Your voice was soft and gentle, a tone you never thought you’d use with him.

He sucked in a shallow breath, and without a word, straightened slightly. Neither of you spoke, but as long as he kept moving you were happy. He didn’t need to waste his energy talking with you, no matter how interested you were by this unguarded prince you knew you’d never get the chance to see again. When you nearly ran into the door at the end of the hallway, you let out a sigh of relief. You were almost there. Now you just had to get him down the hall and up two flights to his room.

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki asgard #asgard fic #MCU fic #MCU fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #loki x reader #reader interactive #fem reader #reader insert

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lol2508 · 5 years ago

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Tom Hiddleston x Reader: On the set

Imagine that the reader also works on the set of The Avengers as an actor. She plays the love intrest of Loki. However as they shot a romantic scène, it get harder and harder for her to hide her true feelings.

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<<<(Y/N's P.O.V.)>>>

I play Sigyn, Loki's wife on Thor. I love acting. I always wanted to be an actress. And now I am one, who would have thought? Well, I didn't anyway. Not only get I to act, I also get to meet awsome new people. Such as Chris Hemsworth and Natalie Portman. And of course the wonderful Tom Hiddleston. Also the person who plays Loki, A.K.A my movie husband. I really like him, hell I have a hugh crush on him. But I can't love him, he's way too good for me. I mean look at him, handsome, charming, gentle, kind, sweet and polite. And look at, I'm everything he's not. I sighed sadly. There's no way he would like me back, it's better to keep it hidden. I don't want to ruin the friendship we have.

"Hey Y/n, are you ready for today?" Chris asked.

My head shot up. "What?" I wasn't listening at all.

He chuckled. "I asked if you are ready for today? You have two scénes today. One with me, Mark, Evans, Scarlett and a buch of other guy who I don't know. And one with Tom."

Chris made a kissing face. He is the only one who knows about my crush.

"Argh, don't you dare." I mocked. I covered my face with my hands. Trying to hid the fact that I was blushing.

"You got it bad girl." I growled. I knew he was right.

"I know." I whispered. "You should tell him." Chris said.

"No, no and again no! Don't you dare to say anything! It's better this way."

"What's better this way?" The voice of a angel said.

"Nothing Tom. Absolutely nothing." I glared at Chris.

He threw his hands up in defence. "Hey, I'm innocent."

I huffed. "You are never innocent."

"Can soneone tell me what's going on here?" Tom confused voice said. God he's adorable.

"It's nothing Tom. I have to get ready for the shot. See you later."

I glared one time at Chris. 'Not a word.' I mouthed at him.

He shooked his head. 'I promise.' He mouthed back.

I sighed in relieve and turned around. I walked to my trailer slightly humming to myself.

After hours of make-up, getting dressed and lines rehearsing we were finaly ready to shoot the first scéne.

"Camera, lights, ACTION!!!" The director yelled. And we began.

<<<(Sigyn's P.O.V.)>>>

We were in a big room with a round table in the middle. Steve and Natasha are sitting around the table, while me, Thor and Banner stood.

"He really grows on you doesn't he?" Banner asked.

"Loki is going to drag this out. So Thor, Sigyn, what's his play." Steve said.

I simply rolled my eyes. 'Argh, stupid mortals. I get now why Loki want to destroy them. They are dumb.'

"He has an army called the Chitauri." I told them.

"They're not from Asgard, nor any world known. He means to lead them against your people." Thor explain.

"Yeah, they win him the earth in return, I suspect the Tesseract." I added.

"An army?" Steve asked in disbelieve. I nodded.

"From outer space?" He looked at Natasha.

"So he's building another portal. That's what he needs Erik Selvig for."

"Selvig?" I asked. Who could that be?

"He's an astrophysicist." Banner explained.

"He's a friend?" Thor asked. Banner nodded slightly.

'Ah, that makes sense. Now I know why they are worried.' I thought.

"Loki has him under some kind of spell along with one of ours." Natasha told us while she frowned.

"I want to know why Loki let us take him. He's not leading an army from here. " Steve said.

"I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guys brain is a bag full of cats. You could smell crazy on him." Banner said.

I glared deeply at him..'How dare he to say something like that about my husband.'

"Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is from Asgard. And he is my husband." I said.

"And he is my brother." Thor added.

"He killed 80 people in 2 days."

"He's adopted."

<<<(Y/N's P.O.V.)>>>

"Aaaaaand, CUT!!!" The director said.

"Nice work everyone." He added.

I started to laugh really hard. It was a laugh I had to hold for the entire scéne. The rest raised looked weirdly at me.

"Hahhahaha, s-sorry. I mean 'He's adopted'? Come on, like that is a reason for someone to kill 80 people." I laughed.

Chris started to laugh too. "I know right." We were rolling on the ground from laughter.

Tom walked in to the room. He was completly dressed as Loki. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh hey Tom." I said once I've seen him.

Chris stood up and left. "Good luck!"

I was still laying on the ground. "Are you coming or are you going to lay here all day?"

"Yeah, yeah." He offert me a hand and helped me up.

I went back to my trailer to get ready for the next scéne. It was a love scéne. 'Shit!' The scéne was about Loki get captured and Sigyn confronts him with his mistakes. Than they fight and make up and make out.

I was nervous like hell. I sighed and went back to the set.

"Are you okay?" Tom asked. "You look pale."

Such a sweetheart.

I nodded. "I'm fine, let's just get on with it."

"Camera, lights, ACTION!!!" The director yelled again and here we go.

<<<(Sigyn's P.O.V.)>>>

Loki had a gun pointed at him as they escorted him into his cell.

"So, here you'll be spending the rest of your pityful life in."

They threw him in. I looked at him in disappointment and shooked my head. I turned around to leave the room.

"Sigyn! My love, don't leave me." He begged. I froze.

I put my finger in the air, shuting him up. I turned around and said: "No! Don't play that card. You don't get to call me that, you lost me the moment you decided to attack earth."

He frowned fearfully. I sighed at the guards to lower the force field. I turned at the avengers.

"Go, I'll join you later. Me and my husband need to talk." I sneered the husband part. While I glared at Loki.

They put there hands up. They know better than to mess with me. "Alright, just don't kill him. He's still my brother." Thor said.

"Adopted." Loki corrected him. I glared at him. My glare said 'Shut the fuck up!'

"Poor guy, I wouldn't want to be him right now." Steve whispered to Natasha.

Guards lowered the force field for second. I entered his cell. I waited until the avengers left.

I grabbed loki by his hair down to my level. "What the hell where you thinking!" I shouted. I was outraged.

I bet you could see the steam coming form my ears. After Loki attacked the earth I helped the avengers to capture him, but I haven't talked to him yet. And really want to know why? Why did he did it?

"P-plea-se, l-lo-ove." He whined from the pain.

I frowned as I saw that he was in pain, since I pulled really hard on his hair. I let go of his hair.

He whined and rubbed on the back of his head. "Talk!" I demanded.

"I-I d-didn't mean..." He stuttered.

"No, not that pathetic excuse. I want to why why you did it. And the truth Loki." I glared at him.

He trembled under my glare. Isn't that not funny? The most scary person the nine realms is afraid of his own wife.

"I did it for us. You were going to be my queen, we would rule Midgard together."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't care about me."

He looked shocked at me. "Of course I care for you, love. You are my wife."

"Than why did you leave me and our child. You have no idea how scared Narfi was. He thought his daddy wasn't coming back again." My voice cracked.

A tear escaped his eye. "I-I didn't mean to leave you and Narfi."

He fell on his knees. "Please, please forgive me."

I walked to him and kneeled in front of him. "I forgive you."

We leaned in...

<<<(Y/N's P.O.V.)>>>

"I can't do this." I got up and ran away. Leaving a very confused Tom behind.

"Cut!" The director said.

I really coudn't kiss him. Or say that I love him. It comes too close to my heart. I broke down in the girls bathroom. I cried my heart out. I love Tom, but I shouldn't. Because he would never love me back.

"Y/n?" Tom asked. "Are you okay?"

He entered the toilets. "W-what a-ar-e y-you're do-ing here-e." I hicuped through my tears.

"I-it's t-the g-girls ba-bathroom."

He chuckled. "I guess I'm a girl now."

I laughed. Tom always knows how to make me laugh.

"There is the smile I love." He smiled.

"W-what?" I asked confused.

He frowned. "Why did you ran? Don't you like me? Is kissing me really so bad?" He looked fearfully down.

I quickly lifted his chin with my finger. "No, no, it's not you. It's me. YouseeIhaveahughcrushonyou." I said super fast.

"What?"

"You see I have a hugh crush on you." I repeated.

I looked away. Now he doesn't want to be friends anymore.

Suddenly I felt his lips on mine. "I love you too.

I kissed him back. After a few minutes we pulled away.

"Was that so hard?" He asked laughing.

"No, no it was not." I pecked him on his lips.

"Let's finish that scéne, shall we?"

"We shall, my prince." And I kissed him one last time.

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Thank you so much for reading this, it means a lot to me.😊

XXX Lol2508❤.

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hermeticimp · 5 years ago

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Tarot Session with Hermes

Hey guys! So, I recently had a session with Hermes that I wanted to share with you all! This reading should give some perspective on how I read, my relationship with Hermes, and what to expect when I open free readings (which will be soon! ^_^ The last part in particular is what I’ll be starting with). For this session, I used the “Deity And I” spread by @underworldariel. Link is here! I used both my Linestrider Journey and The Arcana decks (The letters by each card refer to the deck it came from). I don’t have a picture of the cards, but you can look them if you’re so inclined. ^_^ Card 1: What do I bring into the relationship? - King of Swords Reversed (L)

This card represents me. A king stares beyond the card, a blue figure covered in feathers. A sword of red cuts through him. To this union, I bring intelligence, cleverness, and action. I’m a very mind-oriented person (though I’m trying to work on tempering that). I’m in control of faculties. I know how to be responsible and how to turn things to my advantage. I tend to get lost in my thoughts, being rather preoccupied with the realm of thought. It easy for me to forget my earthly or spiritual obligations when I’m zoned out. Nevertheless, my nature brings something interesting to the relationship. When I’m decided on something, I make the moves to do so. Sometimes, I have regrets, but overall, it tends to work out for me. At the same time, I can be distant and too focused on being fair or right that I can neglect emotions, including my own. I came into this relationship being too logical and factual. Hermes has and fully intends to continue working on me with that.

Card 2: What does Hermes bring to the relationship? - Queen of Wands (A)

This card represents Hermes (obviously). Faust sits on the ground with potions, flowers, and smoke surrounding her. Her tail is curled around a wand. I immediately notice that the card is covered in pink, with hints of purple, red, and blue. It provides a nice contrast to the blue and red of my own card. Not only that, but it features a Queen while mine was a King. Wands and Swords are also rather compatible to me, one feeding the other. I think this speaks to the ease of our relationship. Anyhow, moving on to what this actually means. With the Queen of Wands, it shows that Hermes brings a certain dynamic nature to the relationship. He’s an energetic one and rather warm, egging me on even when I can’t do it myself. He’s passionate, thoughtful, and in touch with both sides of himself: feminine and masculine. He’s a wise mentor who wants to cultivate giving emotions their fair due. He’s playful, charismatic, and an overall joy of a person. Well, god. He’s very driven. I think that’s visible in how fast his lessons come and go. There’s rarely breathing room between each of them. This hearkens back to Ariel’s reading this morning, with the music revealing who intense and fast paced our relationship can be. Nonetheless, he cares and wishes to draw me out of my shell with his more social nature. On the flip side, it can be hard to keep up with him sometimes. He’s just so quick, as a messenger and traveler is wont to be. Still, it can be a task and half sometimes. I think he can jump the gun a bit. He thinks I’m right behind him when I’m actually ten steps behind. I think it shows a level of impulsivity, even with all the plans he has. It’s like biting off more than you can chew, at least on my side. He’s working on that though, I believe. He reminds me of how important it is for me to rest. I think it’s safe to say we’ve both learned to adapt to each other over time. Card 3 : What will we both come to learn from this relationship? - The Star (A)

From this relationship, we’ll come to learn how to motivate one another. A feline-like being with a flower crown pours water into a pool from a vase. She smiles as stars glitter in the background. The card really brings to mind Aquarius. While Libra is the sign of balance, Aquarius speaks to being understanding of the world around us while still maintaining who we are. Hermes and I are very different, no matter how well we get along. Despite that, we are happy to work together in order to improve things, both personally and for the world at large. The Star reminds us that, at the end of the day, the power is in our hands. The world is what we make it. It’s a magic that we should take full advantage of. We encourage each other, fill each other’s pool when we’re low. While I can mainly see that on my side, our conversation the other day suggests he feels the same. (Plus, with Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic playing, I think that’s a confirmation. XD). We remind each other that there is still hope for the world and hope in it.

Card 4: What are the mutual traits we share and/or what brought us together? - Nine of Wands Reversed (L)

A fox-like figure stands among the wands, holding a dagger in hand despite being injured. I think we tend to push ourselves harder than we need to. We’ll keep going way past when anyone would have stopped. We’re driven, passionate, and animated. It’s easy for us to bounce off one another. Often, we push each other to our limits. We want the other to become their best self. As for what brought us together… it was our ability to get back up no matter how many times we get knocked down. The world can be a hard place, both on this plane and the others. I’ve been through some shit, but I’m still here, standing. Hermes is standing with me, as he’s always done. We have an affection and love for each other because of how we handle ourselves (If Only You Knew and Saturn). Together, we can accomplish anything. We do what we need to do, anything else be damned.(We Don’t Give A). Our inner strength is something we admire about one another.

Card 5: What affinity and affection do I hold for him? - The Hierophant (A)

I’ve already touched on this quite a bit (We Don’t Give A is still playing. XD) However, I’ll continue here. The card depicts a ram-like figure dressed in robes. He holds up 3 fingers and holds a papal scepter. Two keys are crossed in front of him, as if denoting fate. Our affinity lies in our hard work and dedication. I am dedicated to our relationship with him, my loved ones, and the world at large. I’ve mentioned how we push ourselves and one another. A lot of that is predicated itself on this spiritual journey (Take Me To Church with The Hierophant. Come on, Hermes! XD). I am fully committed to the path we’re on and we have respect for each other because of that. I’m also not scared to blend tradition with the new. The old institutions have a level of placement here, but times are changing. We adapt accordingly. I have faith in Hermes beyond anything. No matter what changes, I know I can trust him. He’s been with me through my hardest times. A part of me worships him for that, but that’s not what our relationship is meant to be. This isn’t the ancient times after all. He gives me hope and belief like nothing else. I don’t know what I’d do without him. When I thought our relationship was ending, that hurt. I was happy to know he was still there. He means so much to me. I love him with the fierceness of any devotee (Cosmic Love).

Card 6: What affinity and admiration does he have for me? - The Sun Reversed (A)

An eagle-like being cups water in his hands as the Sun shines brightly behind him. Hermes has affinity for my bright and happy nature. He finds me interesting and overall kind-hearted. He appreciates that in the modern day, when so many horrors go on. I remind me of himself and of the beauty in the world. He admires my loving and nurturing nature, including towards him (Naked). No matter what I’ve heard through myths and other stories, I’ve always held that affection for him. Despite what I’ve been through, I still love people and the world. He realizes how hard that is. He doesn’t want me to shut off my light, despite how much I’ve been hurt. The world needs that kind of thing. He also appreciates my child-like and happy demeanor. I get so excited about things and it’s adorable (How about NOOOOOOOOOOO). It makes him think of his own playful nature. (Into You? You’re messing with me, aren’t you? You’re awful. XD). Thus he enjoys doing things like I just described. He wants me to remember not to lose my light to the darkness. It’s hard, but my path will lead to success. I just have to keep being me.

Extra Cards: Ten of Swords Reversed & Four and Seven of Cups (All A)

These are messages from Hermes to me. The Ten of Swords reminds me not to give up. The path can be hard to walk, but I’m not alone. I don’t realize just how close victory is. The dragon is juggling swords, but he’s successful despite the danger. The Four of Cups means I should share the depth of my emotions without being ashamed of that. He knows that that’s something I struggle with, but he wants me to understand that it’s okay. No one’s going to hate or look down on me for having feelings. I’m human after all. The fish swimming happily through the cups appears here and in the Seven of Cups. I’m meant to indulge freely and frequently them. But, I shouldn’t retreat into myself and get lost in memories or ideals. He wants me to communicate with him, my other deities and guides, and my loved ones to avoid this. (All I Wanna Do). My journal is perfect for that. I think that’s the gist of it. (Summer Love). Thank you Hermes. Songs mentioned:

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police If Only You Knew Cover by Soul For Real Saturn by NAO feat. Kwabs We Don’t Give A by NAO Take Me to Church by Hozier Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine Naked by Ella Mai Into You by Ariana Grande All I Wanna Do by Jordan Fisher Summer Love by One Direction

So that’s about it. Reminder that this is just my relationship with Hermes, no one else’s. I just wanted to share my story. Thank you for reading!

#hermes #tarot reading #tarot spreads #underworldariel #connecting with the gods #tarot sessions with the gods #deity work #personal readings #shufflemancy #music #witch of color #poc witch #devotional acts #hermes devotee #about me

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littlewerewolfsmutoven-blog · 6 years ago

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The Motel Roundabout

Explicit | 12,139 words | Slutty!Stiles | archive of our own

[Part 9 of the “Unrated Scenes that were Cut from the Show” series: Motel California s03ep06]

Summary: The Beacon Hills High cross-country track team stops at a disgusting old motel for the night, Stiles decides that he wants to have some dirty, messy fun with his friends.

Stiles fiddled around with the handle of the motel room door, bashing his body’s weight up against the old splintering wood a mere couple times before he was able to successfully bust through the rust-coated hinges. It was clear that old rundown motels off the side of otherwise empty highways didn’t prioritize safety for the occasional resident.

But it didn’t necessarily matter. The Beacon Hills High cross-country team was only sticking around until the morning before getting back onto the road. Nonetheless, Stiles knew that it was more than enough time to score some fun. Being able to turn an entire motel into one’s own personal playground of naughty opportunities wasn’t a chance to let slip away.

“Well, it seems like somebody at least tried to cover up the smell of mildew with some cheap air-fresheners.” Scott grimaced, setting his overnight bag down to the ground. “And I don’t even really want to know what kind of grossness has happened in this room.”

“How about we add some of our grossness to the collection?” Stiles joked, grabbing suggestively at the crotch of Scott’s jeans with an eager squeeze.

“Is that really where your mind goes to?” Scott questioned.

“Almost always.” Stiles laughed, taking a moment to survey the tiny motel room. “I mean, doesn’t it get you just a little bit hard thinking about all of the hot shit that might have gone down in here?”

“I doubt anything good happened here.” Scott replied, eyeing the semi-stained carpet and the tattered furniture.

“That’s fine.” Stiles breathed. “There’s just something about this place that makes me want to do bad things—dirty, loud, and unforgettable bad things.”

Scott walked over to the threshold of the door and poked his head out into the night air, looking down both sides of the outdoor walkway just to make sure that nobody was walking past. He then shut the door and walked over to the bed—sitting down atop the dusty comforter. He took off his backpack and pulled out one of his notebooks, intent of finding the list of suspects for the ritualistic sacrifices that were happening around town. And after flipping through several pages, he found the one that he wanted.

“If we’re going to spend a whole night here with nothing to do, we might as well go through our list of suspects for who’s responsible for the sacrifices.” Scott explained, thumbing at the notebook paper.

Stiles groaned out in boredom. “That’s work. Not even the fun kind of work. Like, actual…legitimate…boring work that pulls time away from what kinds of non-boring work we could get ourselves into behind Finstock’s back.”

“We’re stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere.” Scott said. “There’s nothing else to do.”

“Well—can I at least suck your cock while you go through the list of suspects?” Stiles asked, walking over and plopping down to his knees in-between Scott’s spread thighs.

“So, you consider detective work too much work, but sucking somebody off isn’t?” Scott asked, half amused his friend’s boldness.

Stiles took a moment, as if to honestly ponder, and then nodded his head in agreement. “For your information, sucking dick is more like a hobby. Investigation is technically another hobby of mine, but I’m not necessarily in the mood for it.” Stiles paused. “Plus, don’t act like you’re not totally up for getting your dick sucked.”

Scott scoffed and set aside his notebook. He unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out his cock through the opening in his boxers and jeans. Meanwhile, Stiles hummed in anticipation and wasted no time whatsoever with taking Scott’s hardness into the delicate warmth of his mouth. He didn’t want to waste any time getting Scotty off, because Scott was only one of the potential guys to fuck around with at the motel.

There had to be time for everybody.

“Okay—okay.” Scott groaned happily, picking his notebook back up. With one hand gripped onto the notebook list, he pressed his other palm onto the top of Stiles’ head to help guide the rhythm. “The first person on our list of suspects is Mr. Harris.”

Stiles grunted with frustration, momentarily pulling off of Scott’s dick. “Hmmm, I’d give him a two-out-of-ten.” He slurred, messily licking at his lips.

“What do you mean, ‘two-out-of-ten’? As in a scale of how guilty you think he is?” Scott asked.

“What? No! As in how willing I would be to fuck him.” Stiles explained, leaning back down to continue blowing Scott. “He’s a fucking asshole, so he doesn’t get to try out my asshole. That’s the way it works.”

Scott chuckled. “How about Deaton?”

“I’d give him a hard six.” Stiles said. “The whole ‘Obi-Wan’ thing he usually has going on kind of turns me on.”

“Jackson?”

“Oh…he’s a nine.” Stiles acknowledged. “He’d get a ten, if he weren’t such a fucking dick.”

“Peter?”

“We’ve fucked before. Trust me, he’s a nine. In more ways than one.”

“Derek, then?”

“Ten-out-of-ten.” Stiles confirmed, boldly. “No question.”

Stiles snorted and then craned downward again to take Scott back into his mouth. Rapidly, he bobbed up and down—taking Scott as deep as he could into his throat. Scott’s thick, curved cock hit Stiles in the back of the throat in just the right way, making him grunt and choke out beautifully pornographic sounds into the motel room. Stiles loved it and loved it even more considering how short-circuited Scott became the longer he had his cock stuffed down somebody’s throat.

Scott tried his best to stay focused on the sacrifices and who could possibly be responsible. His trembling hand gripped harder and harder onto the notebook, bending it slightly out of shape. Scott tried to keep his sentences structured and arguments solid whilst he recounted some of the crime scenes and analyzed potential theories as to why things were happening, but the strong swipes of Stiles’ tongue kept making his lose his train of thought.

With a wheezed gasp from Scott, Stiles chirped with success as Scott’s load splattered thick and heavily into his mouth—smearing wickedly across his tongue. Stiles swallowed down everything that Scott had to give, continuing to suck at the sensitive overworked head of Scott’s cockhead for a handful of extra seconds until Scott finally had to cry out and push back against Stiles’ shoulders to stop the overstimulation.

“That—that was good.” Scott said, stuffing his spent cock back into the confines of his jeans.

“Damn right.” Stiles replied, standing up from where he was knelt down. He casually wiped at the corners of his lips with the pad of his thumb. “I’m the best that there is when it comes to sucking cock. Don’t you forget that, Scotty.”

“What are you going to do now?” Scott asked.

“First, I’m going to go grab something to eat out of the vending machine I saw near the check-in office.” Stiles said. “And then, I guess I’ll just see what other kind of shenanigans I can get up to with our classmates.”

Stiles eagerly barreled downstairs to the ground-level of the motel with the first intentions set primarily on getting something sugary to knock out the taste of Scott’s expired load. As he made his way towards the front office, he dug around in the back pocket of his pants for a couple dollars, but then stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Boyd standing in front of the vending machine. And suddenly, Stiles’ mind was completely off of getting food and onto finding out a way to get onto Boyd.

“Hungry?” Stiles asked suggestively, stepping up beside Boyd. He playfully nudged their shoulders together as the two of them stared into their own reflections on the glass of the vending machine.

“Don’t think I can’t smell that cum on your breath.” Boyd said, crossing his arms. “You’re not down here for some old, expired food from this machine. You’re down here for something else.”

Stiles clicked his tongue, unapologetically. He maneuvered himself around and slotted himself in-between the vending machine’s face and where Boyd was standing. All the while, Boyd just watched and took note of Stiles’ provocative nature. He breathed in the aroma of confidence that practically oozed off of his fellow teammate’s body, as though he bathed in it on the daily. Admittedly, it was enticing.

“So, uh—” Stiles started, flirtatiously fiddling around with the taut fabric of Boyd’s shirt. “Scott told me about what he saw back at the abandoned bank when Derek rescued you.”

“He’s got a wild imagination.”

Stiles snickered, trailing his fingers delicately down the clothed muscle of Boyd’s broad chest and sculpted abdomen. “Ah, yeah…sure. So he was lying about Derek’s cum-filled ass hanging off of your fat cock? It doesn’t sound too far out of the realm of possibility.”

“Oh, it doesn’t?” Boyd questioned smugly, leaning his face closer to Stiles’.

“No, not really.” Stiles answered. “And if you’re up for the challenge, I want you to give me what you gave Derek.”

“Are you sure you can handle that?” Boyd asked, bringing his hand up to caress the side of Stiles’ jawline. “Look, Derek’s an alpha and even he had trouble taking the brute force of a beta werewolf’s thrust game.”

“Dude, it’s insulting that you would underestimate what a human can take.” Stiles argued playfully. “I took Derek and his thick-dicked uncle once. At the same time. One took my mouth. The other took my ass. And I’m still standing here, willfully waiting to have you take me for a little test drive.”

“I guess I’ll just have to put you to the test and see if all that big talk comes with a good bite.” Boyd said, nudging his own pelvis forward to crash suggestively into where Stiles where most certainly already hard.

Stiles took the motion as an invitation and surged forward, catching Boyd’s lips in a smoldering kiss. The two let their tongues swirl around together with reckless passion and a pure need for more stimulation. Meanwhile, their hands pawed at one another’s bodies in lewd exploration. Boyd clasped his hands at the sides of Stiles’ hips, pushing up under the fabric of Stiles’ shirt so that he could properly feel the warmth of his classmate’s skin.

Boyd was pleasantly surprised to find the kind of muscle definition that he did under Stiles’ shirt. For a seemingly scrawny guy who spent most of his time warming the benches of lacrosse games back at school, Stiles was fairly lean. Boyd especially liked the small treasure trail of soft hair that led up from where Stiles’ pants rested at his waistline and up his abdomen. Even better were the undeniably sensitive nipples that Boyd found himself nearly mindlessly pinching and tugging without end.

“Damn.” Stiles groaned, halting the kiss. “I could cum right now…just with you doing that.”

“Fuck that.” Boyd said, bringing his thumb up to press against the bottom of Stiles’ wet lips. “What happened to all of that big bad talk you were just spitting a couple minutes ago before I decided to let you have a taste? Don’t tell me you’ve got a sensitive trigger.”

Stiles laughed. “I said that I ‘could’….not that I’m actually about to ruin all the fun. Don’t worry. You’ve still gotta show me what you’re packing under the hood.”

Boyd smirked, unbuckling his belt. “Now that’s about all the work I’m gonna do for you. Get on your knees and show me what else that mouth can do, besides talk a ton of shit.”

Stiles didn’t waste time. He dropped down to his knees and quickly got his hands on the button and zipper of Boyd’s jeans, making quick work for the situation. And before Stiles even had the time to think, Boyd’s thick cock fell out of the confines—already completely hard, yet struggling to hold up under its own phenomenally sinful weight. Stiles nearly passed out at the sight alone. There was a part of his soul that questioned if he really was ready to tackle what he was about to do, but Stiles refused to cloud his mind with doubt.

“You—you fucked Derek with this?” Stiles asked, gripping his fist around Boyd’s length. His fingers were just barely able to wrap completely around the girth. “—And he was still able to walk around afterwards? Are you fucking joking?”

Boyd carded his hands through Stiles’ hair. “He’s a werewolf. He heals. But you’re human, so while you’re down there sucking my cock, maybe try to think of an appropriate excuse to explain to Coach why you’re running with a limp during the cross-country competition.”

Stiles scoffed at the insinuation that he didn’t know how to handle a big dick. He wrapped his other hand around Boyd’s cock, seeing as how it was most definitely a two-hander kind of situation. Nonetheless, Stiles was more than delighted at the task before him. And whilst he remained knelt down before Derek’s beta, knees digging almost painfully into the motel’s shoddy cement path, Stiles stared up to catch Boyd’s brown eyes sparkling yellow.

With a lustful smile on his lips, Stiles leaned inward and started to take Boyd down into his mouth. He started first with a handful of seemingly timid tonguing at the leaking cockhead, and then refused to disappoint Boyd’s obvious anticipation any longer. Inch by inch, Stiles worked his throat around Boyd’s girth, taking everything that the beta had to offer, until his nose was pressed solidly into the soft hair at the hilt of Boyd’s dick.

Tears immediately stung Stiles’ eyes. Before he could even continue on, Stiles had to take a moment to adjust to the feeling of Boyd stuffed deep in his throat. He didn’t even need to take a look in the mirror to know that his throat was lewdly bulged out. The impressed smirk on Boyd’s face was already more than enough proof.

After a brief adjustment period, Stiles began moving—slowly pulling his mouth off and back onto Boyd’s length. He refused to close his eyes or even wipe away the tears that were beginning to pour down his cheeks. Instead, he continued to stare right up into the beautifully bright yellow of Boyd’s eyes. It made things much more intimate and admittedly made Stiles’ own cock twitch where it remained crudely stuffed in the tightness of his boxers and pants.

Boyd placed both of his hands on the sides of Stiles’ head, making sure that the confident pace that Stiles had already elected to set didn’t lull or tire out. Stiles looked amazing on his knees with a big cock stuffed down his throat—lips spread open as far as they could manage and eyes glossy with tears. Boyd liked to watch the way that his cock speared in and out of Stiles’ wet mouth, watching the way that drool trailed out and slobbered down onto the cement below where the both of them remained. He loved the muffled grunts and whimpers that uncontrollably echoed deep in Stiles’ abused throat. And the fierce look of determination that sparked wildly in Stiles’ amber eyes was almost dangerous.

“Fuck—did that werewolf bite make your dick bigger or something, because this is—this is—!” Stiles grumbled messily, pulling off of Boyd’s cock. He coughed, letting the smoothness of the werewolf’s precum ease the dull burn that radiated deep in his throat.

“Come on.” Boyd snickered, patting at the side of Stiles’ cheek with the palm of his hand. “I haven’t even fucked you stupid yet and you’ve already lost the ability to form a sentence.”

“You’re—big.” Stiles managed, continuing to stroke Boyd.

“Yeah.” Boyd said, bringing Stiles’ mouth back onto his dripping cock. “I know.”

The pace kicked up without warning as Boyd became greedier with the warmth of Stiles’ mouth. Boyd kept his hands on the sides of Stiles’ face, making sure that the boy’s head remained stationary. And as Stiles found himself locked in place, unable to move, and completely lost to the power of Boyd’s direction, Boyd began to fuck rapidly into Stiles’ throat.

The sounds of wet slurps and gags from Stiles’ throat became rhythmic and certainly louder as Boyd refused to dial back the near brutal pace. In fact, Boyd could smell arousal practically boiling within Stiles’ blood. He could feel Stiles’ skin get hotter. He could feel the human’s body shaking with uncontrollable desire. It was almost as if getting a cock rammed down his throat made Stiles hornier and hornier by the minute.

Boyd reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone, quickly turning on the recording function of his camera. He aimed the camera down to where he had Stiles in-between his legs, making sure to get solid footage of the way that his cock spearing into Stiles’ throat and the way that his heavy balls slapped violently against Stiles’ chin. The tear-filled eyes, the blushed cheeks, the sweat-covered forehead, the choked off gags, and the hungry desire in Stiles’ amber eyes—Boyd got it all on camera. And Stiles performed like he was born to get fucked on tape.

Eventually, Boyd pulled out of Stiles’ throat and then bat his heavy, spit-slicked cock against where Stiles’ lips were reddened and puffy from the onslaught of Boyd’s rhythm. Stiles, however, took the moment of freedom to catch his breath and wipe up the corners of his lips to make himself less of a mess. He chin was practically covered in a slick of werewolf precum and salvia. And whilst all that could be wiped away with the sleeve of his hoodie, Stiles found it impossible to wipe away with achiness that had settled in the bone of his jaw.

“Come on now…” Stiles managed out a small laugh, completely out of breath. “Don’t tell me you’re out of stream already, Vernon.”

Boyd smiled and hooked his hands underneath Stiles’ arms, using the positioning as leverage to hoist Stiles up to stand on his own two feet. He took Stiles’ messy mouth in for another kiss, licking into Stiles’ worn mouth with enthusiasm. Stiles nearly melted into the softness of Boyd’s lips and the passionate swipes of the werewolf’s tongue.

“Goddamn.” Boyd said, pulling away. “My dick tastes good on your mouth.”

Boyd pecked against Stiles’ lips one more time to take one last taste of what he had just done to Stiles’ throat. He then grabbed onto Stiles’ clothes and hurriedly spun him around, shoving him forward into the vending machine. It was really out of common courtesy, because Stiles would most definitely need something semi-sturdy to brace himself on for what was about to be delivered to him. Stiles would be more than grateful in the end.

Slowly, Boyd hooked his fingers into the waistband of Stiles’ pants and boxers, easing them down to reveal Stiles’ backside. He made sure to keep things slow and unhurried for the moment. Boyd watched with a wide grin as the stiffer fabric of Stiles’ pants slowly curved over the roundness of Stiles’ ass. Boyd whistled out in satisfaction, giving the fair skin and particularly harsh slap with the open palm of his hand—watching the redness of the slap mark slowly fade away.

Stiles impatiently pushed his ass backwards into Boyd’s hardness, looking back over his shoulder at where Boyd was standing. Admittedly, there was just a twinge of nervousness nestled deep inside his stomach, considering how much of an honest challenge it had been to take all of Boyd down his throat. And yet, nothing was too much of a challenge when it came down to getting fucked. Stiles wasn’t about to complain. In fact, his own desire was much more of an abundantly overwhelming feeling compared to nervousness. It coursed powerfully and potently through his veins.

“I hope you weren’t planning on wrapping up.” Stiles called out, bracing himself for Boyd’s intrusion. “I meant it when I said I wanted what you gave Derek. I still want your load dripping out of my ass once we’re done and you go back up to your room for the night.”

Boyd didn’t respond. He just laughed and spat down onto his fingers, reaching down to prod teasingly at Stiles’ puckered entrance. He wanted to give Stiles a moment to collect his strength and brace himself. Boyd knew that even Stiles’ special brand of unwavering confidence would be shaken to the core at the feeling of a huge cock rammed into his inner walls. And before Stiles even got the chance to stay a word, Boyd slowly pressed the head of his cock inward.

Stiles groaned out into the darkness of the night, tightly gripping his hands at the edges of the vending machine. He kept his breathing steady and pressed his sweaty forehead into the cold glass of the machine, letting his body become quickly overwhelmed with the feeling of Boyd pressing deeper into his ass. He could feel Boyd’s intense werewolf heat instantaneously spread throughout his body, making his knees momentarily weaken.

Simultaneously, Boyd threw his head back and tightly shut his eyes. He let himself become engulfed in the unbelievable feeling of his cock sliding deeper and deeper into the available blazing heat of Stiles’ inner core. He had always wondered what it would be like to fuck Stiles—the obnoxiously loud, unyieldingly determined little freckled-faced human with a tight ass, cock-sucking lips, and dangerously innocent bright eyes. Boyd already got a taste of what it was like to fuck the boy’s throat. He was certain that Stiles’ ass was even a grander prize.

“So you’ve fucked Derek and his uncle?” Boyd asked. He nuzzled his mouth against the back of Stiles’ neck, taking time to kiss passionately against the hot skin whilst he edged in the rest of his cock into Stiles. “And you sure as hell raced down here to fuck me with the smell of Scott’s load still on the tip of your tongue. Are you always this horny?”

“Basically, yeah.” Stiles answered breathlessly, grinding back into where he was speared open on Boyd’s thick cock. “But I have to say, there’s something I just can’t put my finger on about this damn motel. There’s something about it that has had me worked up since we pulled into the lot on the bus.”

“Is that really your excuse for your own damn need to bang out a couple orgasms?” Boyd questioned, thrusting hard into Stiles. “’The motel made me do it’?”

“Don’t tell me you can’t feel something.”

“I can feel your heartbeat throbbing against the head of my cock and I can feel you clenching down around me to keep me from pulling out.” Boyd said, continuing his thrusts. “But let me tell you something…I’m sure none of that shit has anything to do with this motel.”

Boyd huffed out, firmly grasping at the sides of Stiles’ hips. He could feel the tips of his fingers pressing deep bruises into the soft skin of Stiles’ body whilst he worked on picking up the pace of his thrusts. It wasn’t long before he was thrusting as hard as he could manage without completely tapping into his werewolf strength. Even without some extra juice, Stiles was mewling like a bitch in heat.

Stiles was hardly able to retain some form of composure as Boyd drilled into his ass. His body pitched forward with each and every thrust, knocking his lithe body into the glass and metal of the vending machine. The sounds of skin slapping against skin sounded extremely loud on account of the far that the surrounding area was entirely silent. If anybody was outside of their motel room, they would surely get an earful of something lewd, but Stiles didn’t care.

Meanwhile, Boyd watched attentively as his cock pounded in and out of Stiles’ tight hole. He was amazed at how well Stiles’ body swallowed him up without much resistance. The thickness of Stiles’ plump ass wobbled and bounced violently with each thrust and even more so each and every time Boyd decided that Stiles deserved another firm spank. Boyd also found himself mesmerized by the beautiful way that their contrasting skin tones crashed together in lust under the harsh fluorescent light of the motel’s parking lot.

“Keep going—oh god, keep fucking me.” Stiles grunted, throwing his ass back to meet Boyd’s incoming thrusts.

Boyd could barely contain his smile before he let out an unbelievably ferocious roar, leaving Stiles momentarily deafened. Without warning, Boyd turned up the heat and started to pound into Stiles’ human frame with reckless abandon. Stiles asked for it and Boyd was more than happy to deliver. Restraint was thrown entirely to the wind and Boyd squeezed out as much of his werewolf strength that he could manage.

Stiles’ mouth dropped open in an attempt to scream out in surprise, but the only sound that managed to leave his body was a barely audible dry squeal. His fingers gripped at the sides of the vending machine in a desperate attempt to brace himself, but it was hardly helpful. Even the heavy machine rocked around with the forceful hammering of the beta werewolf from behind.

Boyd watched gleefully as he hammered into Stiles’ body. He let go from where he was holding onto Stiles’ hips, figuring that there was no real point in even trying to keep Stiles sturdy. The human was already speared open on a fat cock, taking everything that he was getting, and flailing around like a cum-hungry ragdoll.

Stiles did his best to take everything that Boyd continued to deliver—mentally exhausting himself in order to keep from passing out from exertion. The pounding was ruthless, nearly beyond anything that any of Stiles’ other hookups had ever given him. Each thrust pitched his body forward, occasionally knocking his forehead into the glass of the vending machine. Stiles wanted to respond. He wanted to scream, groan, and moan, but the only sounds he could make were submissive chirps.

With a particularly sharp inhale of breath, Boyd’s rhythm faltered dramatically. As Boyd’s body shook involuntarily, he punched the length of his cock into Stiles’ body one last time with a finishing thrust. The force behind Boyd’s concluded momentum was enough to send Stiles’ debauched body into the glass of the vending machine. The glass cracked slightly, finally succumbing to the pressure of having two sex-crazed bodies humping against its surface.

Stiles breathlessly groaned out a weak, ‘oh god’, as he felt Boyd’s cum devastate his inner walls with a flood of hot werewolf cum. It poured into him with heavy surges, searing directly against Stiles’ thoroughly abused prostate. Every inch of his human body convulsed uncontrollably whilst Boyd’s heavy load began to ooze messily out of his plugged hole—leaking down the back of his thighs and his legs. He was utterly ruined and in desperate need of a bath.

Just then, Boyd wrapped his hand around Stiles’ waist and grabbed hold of where Stiles was hard and throbbing. As he started to stroke Stiles’ cock, Boyd refused to pull out from where he was still stuffed inside of Stiles’ hole—continuing to unload weakening spurts of hot cum. Boyd knew that he couldn’t just fuck Stiles full of cum and leave him out in the middle of a parking lot without at least jerking him off.

It took barely a couple of minutes of stimulation before Stiles cried out and felt his own cock erupt in Boyd’s capable grasp. His body convulsed again, this time because of his own orgasm. The only thing that he could do was press his forehead back against the semi-cracked glass of the vending machine and stare down to where Boyd’s hand remained around his dick and where his newly spent load was dripping down the dark metal of the machine in front of him.

“Satisfied?” Boyd asked smugly, finally pulling out of Stiles’ hole and watching what seemed to be gallons of his cum immediately pour out from where Stiles was pink and splattered up with a werewolf’s load.

“If I say ‘no’, will you give me another round?” Stiles breathed, slightly chuckling.

“I’m heading back to my room to try for some sleep.” Boyd said, landing a powerful slap against Stiles’ ass cheeks. “And if you don’t want to underperform at the cross-country competition tomorrow, you’d try for it to.”

Stiles shrugged, turning around to make-out with Boyd for a closing moment. “I’ve still got enough time to get fucked out of a couple more orgasms.”

As Boyd headed back up to his room for the night, Stiles took a moment to collect his frazzled thoughts. He leaned back against the well-used vending machine under the dim lighting of the motel’s parking lot. Stiles bent down and pulled his pants back up from where they were puddled at his ankles, tugging them up and over where he was still wet and coated with Boyd’s profuse cum. He was soiled mess, but it felt like a badge of slutty honor.

Stiles casually walked back upstairs and into the motel room that he shared with Scott, chewing down on a chocolate bar that he has righteously claimed from the selection of vending machine goodies downstairs. He had worked up an immense appetite from his time at Boyd’s mercy and since there were no restaurants around, candy was an obvious choice for dinner.

Scott was laid out on his stomach on the bedsheets of the motel room bed, reading through his notebook and chewing mindlessly on the eraser of his pencil. It was somewhat interesting to know that Scott had been upstairs doing boring homework the whole time Stiles had been downstairs getting fucked three ways from Sunday. The least he could have done was tune into the sound with his werewolf ears and show some support by jerking off.

“Woah, I thought you were just going downstairs for something to eat.” Scott piped up, turning his attention to where Stiles stood at the door.

“I did.” Stiles said, waving around his half-eaten chocolate bar. “I also bumped into Boyd and got him to fuck me. And holy shit, I can’t believe I’m fucking alive. He practically split me in half. I’m going to be leaking his cum for a month.”

“Jesus.” Scott breathed, seemingly repulsed at the thought.

“Oh, come on.” Stiles scoffed, chomping down on the last bit of his candy. “It’s basically your fault. You were the one who had to go and let it slip that Derek got his ass railed by Boyd. It was too enticing of a visual to keep me from not trying it out for myself.”

“Was it everything you wanted?”

Stiles reached back and squeezed at where a giant wet spot had formed on the back of his pants from Boyd’s spent load. “Well….Boyd kinda fucked me through a damn vending machine.”

“And that’s….good?”

“Damn right.” Stiles confirmed proudly. “But I’m not about to let the rest of the night go to waste.”

Stiles didn’t bother hanging around to wait for Scott to respond. More than likely, Scott would have questioned Stiles’ intentions for what he had planned for the rest of the stay in the sleazy motel of sin. But even Stiles couldn’t really say for sure. The rest of the night was completely up to fate, so as long as it involved some sort of combination of sex, cock, cum, and sweat. So Stiles wiped himself down to get rid of Boyd’s excess cum and then put his tattered clothes back on, stepping back outside.

Stiles paced around the corridor outside of his motel room, mentally scanning through the list of potential fucks that he could get into some more late-night naughty business with. Unfortunately, there weren’t a lot of fellow cross-country classmates that he was throbbing with anticipation to fuck around with. Most of them were complete strangers who liked to pretend that they were “straight”, and despite that being kind of a turn-on, Stiles was in the mood to move down the line of Derek’s betas.

Aching for new stimulation, Stiles quickly made his way a couple doors down to where he knew Isaac was put up for the night. As he rapidly knocked on the door, his mind wandered back to the memory of that time back in the locker room with Danny, Derek, Isaac, and a very reluctant Scotty. Stiles had taken Isaac then, but only for a brief moment in a double penetration stunt that had left Stiles sore for days afterwards. Stiles wanted to explore Isaac in a one-on-one kind of way.

Isaac opened the motel room door with an inquisitive look spread across his face. “Are you looking for something?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Stiles said, eyeing the way that Isaac’s blue eyes dazzled in the shitty fluorescent of the motel’s lights. “I’m kind of looking for a nice fuck and your dick happened to come to mind.”

“Are you offering to put out?” Isaac questioned.

“What?” Stiles gasped sarcastically, shuffling past Isaac into the seclusion of the motel room. “What kind of guy do you think that I am?”

It didn’t take long for sparks to fly. In fact, they didn’t much fly. But rather, jet off into the confines of the motel room—burning streaks of passion into the filthy wallpaper that soured the walls. Stiles leapt forward, shoving Isaac back against the closed door. Their mouths found each other’s quickly, without preparation and without calculated thought. That was the best kind of way to go about things. The wildness was hotter.

“You fucking reek of Boyd.” Isaac noted in-between breaths. “What the hell did you let him do to you?”

Stiles snickered, biting marks into Isaac’s neck. “He hosed me down.”

Isaac clumsily led Stiles over to the edge of the room’s available bed, shoving him backwards to topple onto the mattress. He made quick work of ridding the human of his pants and boxers, which were noticeably dingy from whatever disastrously sticky mess Stiles had gotten himself into with Boyd. Isaac didn’t really need any of the intricate details, because the smell of Stiles’ arousal was powerful enough to blow the roof off of the motel.

Boyd had his turn. Now Isaac wanted his.

As the pants and boxers were carelessly tossed down to the ground, Isaac watched the slutty way in which Stiles’ hairy thighs and toned legs fell open. The sight alone was enough to entice Isaac’s beta senses. His mouth fell open and salivated with desire. Isaac could very easily see where Stiles was still leaking profusely with what Boyd had unapologetically deposited. It made him momentarily pause to ponder as to whether or not Stiles would be able to take more. But for a human, Stiles was strong and way more than willing than others. Not only that, Stiles still looked incredibly tight and flushed pink—ready for more.

Isaac took his positioning down at the bottom edge of the bed, slotted in-between where Stiles’ legs were spread open. And before Stiles could even think to spark up more conversation, Isaac dove downward and speared his tongue into where the human was flushed hot with anticipation and still dripping lewdly with another beta’s hot load. He thrashed his tongue inside of Stiles, humming in satisfaction to the sound of moans that whimpered out of Stiles’ mouth in response.

Stiles moaned, groaned, and bit back snickered laughs of mindless disbelief whilst he writhed around atop the scratchy motel bedspread. He reached down between his spread legs and hooked his slender fingers into the soft curls of Isaac’s blond hair—establishing a firm grip of guidance. It wasn’t as though Isaac didn’t already know what to do, but Stiles couldn’t bear to just lie back. He tugged at Isaac’s hair like he was pulling on reins, encouraging the beta to keep his rhythm and voracity.

Technically, Isaac was the third fuck of the night and it was obvious that the beta was putting in the effort to be a more than memorable fuck. Scott had been the timid one, kept on the fence about what he really wanted and what he wanted to do. Boyd had been much more confident, right to the point, and unafraid to leave a lasting mark of what he conquered. And then there was Isaac…and well, the night was still young and it was obvious that Isaac wanted to take advantage of that.

Isaac ferociously growled out, rattling the motel room with sound as he unintentionally wolfed out. He pulled away from Stiles’ hole and looked up into the human’s smoldering hazel eyes, shooting a fanged grin in Stiles’ immediate direction. Meanwhile, Stiles grazed his fingers from where they had been locked onto Isaac’s hair, down Isaac’s face, letting his hand softly cradle the beta’s face, which had become overgrown with wolfed-out facial hair.

Stiles shushed Isaac with a loving coo to his voice, thumbing at Isaac’s fanged mouth. “Keep it down, wolfie. You’re gonna make Scotty dash in here thinking I’m getting mauled by some wild animal.”

“Shut up.” Isaac snorted. “He’s probably jerking himself dry to the pretty sounds you make when my tongue hits your hole.”

“Maybe—” Stiles replied, securing one of his hands back to Isaac’s hair. “—so get back to making me make them.”

Stiles was lost to twenty more minutes of bliss. The blaze of Isaac’s tongue working itself inside of his body with vicious lashes was some of the best stimulation Stiles had ever felt. His limbs tingled with energy and there was a pit of heat radiating deep inside his gut—right where he wanted to feel Isaac’s cock spear deep into him.

It was obvious that Isaac could continue on with the rimjob into the unforeseeable future. Isaac clearly loved the taste of Stiles overworked body, especially when it was mixed with Boyd’s flavor. And it was clear that Isaac loved training up his unmistakable skill with eating somebody out. But Stiles wanted so much more. Isaac’s tongue could only reach so far, and despite how amazing it felt to bend to the mercy of the beta’s wicked tongue, Stiles was left wanting something to touch him deeper. He wanted Isaac to touch him where Boyd had done so—so efficiently, so passionately, and so unforgivingly.

“Come on, Blondie.” Stiles joked, tugging Isaac back up to look at him. “You’ve won a shot at the big prize of the night.”

Isaac slapped the open palms of his hands onto the meat of Stiles’ thighs, playfully. He popped up from where he had been knelt down and crawled onto the mattress, letting himself settle atop Stiles’ splayed naked body. Their mouths connected fantastically whilst they hungrily chased each other’s tastes, allowing their tongues to momentarily play as they let their energy buffer for the lewd acts ahead.

Stiles’ fingers hooked underneath the hem of Isaac’s t-shirt, pulling it up and over the wolfed-out beta’s head and tossing it down to the dingy carpet of the room. The two kissed again—once, twice, and for a third time, before Isaac lifted himself up from where he was laid atop Stiles’ body. Isaac swung around, kicking his feet off the edge of the mattress, and then removed his pants and boxers until his hard cock was free to dribble precum down his shaft instead of pooling messily in the crotch of his boxers.

Isaac eagerly positioned himself in-between Stiles’ legs—slightly canting the human’s lower half up. He spat down onto a couple of his fingers and then reached down, pressing them into Stiles’ gushing wet heat. It wasn’t like Stiles needed to be stretched out. He had already gotten that fill from Boyd downstairs in the parking lot and from Isaac’s lengthy tongue job. The boy was incredibly wet with Isaac’s saliva. But that was all beyond the point. Isaac wanted to play. He wasn’t impatient. He wanted to chisel away Stiles’ sanity bit-by-bit, fucking as many orgasms out of Stiles’ body that he could manage.

Stiles melted into the languid pumps of Isaac’s digits. They were long and piercing, but just as skilled as the beta’s tongue. Isaac was fearless in his plan to take Stiles apart. With the plan set into motion, Stiles was under his power and unable to do anything other than cry out and writhe around in a desperate attempt to escape the looming threat of an orgasm.

But Isaac gave chase with his precision, madly pushing Stiles towards an inevitable orgasm. Isaac hooked his intruding fingers with each pump, making sure that they were curved enough to press directly into Stiles’ abused prostate. He watched sparks shimmer in the teary brightness of Stiles’ eyes—pupils dilated with overworked bliss. The sight of Stiles unraveling under his touch added fuel to Isaac’s encouragement. So he kept at it, just as strong and proud as he had been during the rimjob.

As Isaac’s fingers repeatedly pumped their way into the bundled pleasure center of Stiles’ body, Stiles tried his best to keep control, but it quickly proved to be an unwinnable fight. He writhed and cried out, flailing around whilst desperately gripping his own hands into the mattress comforter and onto wherever Stiles could reach on Isaac’s body. But the fingerfucking continued and it wasn’t like Stiles wanted it to stop. It felt so good and the stimulation was so overwhelming, it filled Stiles’ brain with static.

“Isaac, don’t fucking—stop…fuc-king dammit!” Stiles babbled out frantically—body tensing up with shock as he felt Isaac’s finger push him over the edge.

Stiles convulsed with a particularly harsh orgasm, shouting out and spraying hot cum over the somewhat ridged depth of his sweaty stomach. His toes twitched involuntarily, his teeth shivered, and his eyes slammed shut. His heartbeat thumped violently in his head. All the while, Isaac’s fingers refused to stop their intrusive rhythm—pumping to the beat of the throbbing release that was dragged out of Stiles’ worn body.

Isaac breezed down and took Stiles’ lips in for a crushing kiss, swallowing down the human’s feeble and unintelligible pleas of pleasure. Isaac ravished the boy’s flushed skin—starting first with Stiles’ reddened lips, then down to suck against where he could feel Stiles’ heat pulse and pump rapidly in his neck, only to finally move down to his heaving chest. Isaac nibbled gently at Stiles’ nipples, tugging at them just enough to elicit tiny mewling gasps in response. But when he began to slowly withdraw his fingers from where they remained inserted inside Stiles’ heat, Stiles cried out angrily.

“Hey—what the fuck?” Stiles questioned, grabbing onto Isaac’s wrist to keep him still. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Do it again.”

In an instant, Isaac complied. He jolted his slicked fingers back into Stiles’ heat for the second time—punching a surprised, bellowed huff of breath out of Stiles’ breathless lungs. Stiles groaned out at the returned stimulation. He tossed his head backwards into the cushion of the mattress, refusing to relinquish his firm grasp on Isaac’s wrist, using his own wavering strength to guide the beta’s fingers into himself.

Stiles fucked himself hard with Isaac’s long fingers, staring directly into the beta’s yellow glowing eyes. There weren’t any words spoken between the two, just noises—grunts and moans. And yet, both of the two were speaking all kinds of dirty talk to one another inside of their own heads, lips occasionally quivering and pursing with intensity. Their concentration on one another refused to waver.

It didn’t take long for Stiles to cum again, much to Isaac’s delight. He snickered to himself as he felt Stiles’ exhausted body tighten and clench down around his fingers. Isaac watched Stiles’ erect cock spurt out more cum in thick globs, which blasting into the air and landed back down onto where the human’s previous load had already settled. Isaac felt compelled to slip his fingers through the sticky pearlescent coat of cum that was splattered across Stiles’ freckled stomach and chest, but he fought back against the urge in exchange for another round inside Stiles’ hole.

“Again—let’s go again.” Isaac muttered, panting like a wolf in heat.

Isaac tugged his hand out of Stiles’ instructive grasp, taking the power and direction back into his own. He shoved his fingers back into Stiles’ hole, chasing his hope of making Stiles cum for the third time in their combined session of sin. He pressed his fingers in harder and quicker—unapologetically setting a much more brutal pace than before. Isaac practically went mad with his desire, rapidly plunging his fingers into Stiles’ body—surging his fingertips into the boy’s prostate.

“D-d-don’t stop.” Stiles whined—voice pitchy from the vibrations of Isaac’s fingering. “Put—some of th-that werewolf juice—into it, Lahey.”

Isaac snapped his fangs together—jaw clenched in a powerful display of his own werewolf might. He quickly withdrew his two fingers from where they were rubbing against Stiles’ prostate and then swiped them through the sticky mess that was pooled atop Stiles’ torso. And before Stiles could complain about the lack of fingers inside of his ass, Isaac plunged his cum-slicked fingers back to where they had been, using the extra lubrication to move even quicker.

The squelch of the fingerfucking assault filled the space of the stuffy motel room. Mixed with the aggressive demands from Stiles and the subtle growls that rattled inside of Isaac’s throat, there was no doubt that Scott and Boyd were well aware of what explicit acts were happening. Whether or not they were both hard and jerking themselves off to the sound, remained a mystery. But regardless, it didn’t slow Isaac and Stiles. They went out there like they were starved, not bothering to care if they were being observed by an audience through thin walls.

When Stiles came for the third time by Isaac’s hand, he nearly passed out. His mind momentarily short-circuited and his vision fluttered into blurriness. For a moment, Stiles felt lost—completely beyond himself. Outside of his mind. He could feel his body react as it twisted and contorted around in ecstasy. He could hear himself scream out. He could feel his hands and the bluntness of his fingernails reach out and claw into the meat of Isaac’s shoulders. It was almost as if he were floating above himself, watching his body spasm with another punishing orgasm.

Isaac fucked Stiles through his orgasm, twirling his fingers around into Stiles’ devastated prostate. He kept moving his fingers around—drawing them out and then plunging them back into the boy’s sticky heat. Isaac did it again and again, working through the same motions, refusing to stop until Stiles’ cock was finished spurting out its third load. When Stiles’ body finally stopped involuntarily convulsing, Isaac withdrew his fingers, and then quickly filled the boy’s empty guts with his throbbing cock.

“Fucking, god—yes!” Stiles wailed, hands still gripped tightly into Isaac’s shoulders.

Isaac hoisted Stiles up from where he was laid out atop the bed, bringing him into the strength of his capable arms. With his large cock still speared into the human’s body, Isaac used his strength to pull Stiles off and on of his dick—feeling Stiles attempt to clench down around him with each movement. But the human was a ragdoll—limp and drained beyond belief, practically drooling in mindless bliss as Isaac jerked his weakened body around. It felt amazing. Stiles took him so well without much resistance. Isaac likened the skill to Stiles’ inherent sluttiness, as opposed to all of the prep that helped open him up.

Stiles hung off of Isaac’s fat cock. He swung his legs around Isaac’s slender waist and clasped his arms around the backside of Isaac’s neck, doing what he could to keep himself sturdy. But it didn’t do much good. Isaac fucked far too furiously. Stiles could barely catch his breath, let alone keep himself from getting jerked around like he was some lifeless, plastic sex doll. And yet, Stiles loved it. He panted and groaned into Isaac’s ear, urging the beta to move faster and fuck harder.

Isaac’s fingers had felt amazing, but Isaac’s cock felt otherworldly. Stiles couldn’t get enough. He clenched down on Isaac’s shaft—almost instinctively, but mainly because he didn’t want it to end. Stiles didn’t want to feel empty again. He didn’t want to go back to his motel room and go to sleep like he was supposed to do…not when he could keep riding and sucking and letting his friends touch him in all kinds of obscene places.

“Take it.” Isaac purred into the nape of Stiles’ neck, kissing at the sweaty skin. “Oh god—take all of it, Sti.”

At once, Isaac creamed Stiles—blowing his huge load into the boy’s overworked hole. The heavy flow of thick seed quickly filled Stiles to the brim, eventually sputtering out from where Stiles�� rim clenched down around Isaac’s pulsating cock. The hot cum dripped down from where the human and beta remained connected, splattering down against the motel’s already stained carpet. And for a moment they just froze in place—Stiles cradled in Isaac’s strong arms, surrounded by heat, and a hose of hot cum gushing down to the ground.

Eventually, Isaac dropped Stiles back down onto the mattress. He pulled his spent cock out of Stiles’ wet hole, snickering to himself at the sound and unmistakable outpour of fresh cum that oozed out onto the bedspread. Patting Stiles triumphantly on the shoulder, Isaac took a seat next to Stiles on the edge of the bed. They sat there for a moment in silence—just basking in what they had just done, coming down from their highs, allowing themselves to catch their breaths.

“I’m going to pass the fuck out on the track tomorrow during the competition.” Stiles started, easing himself up from the messy bedspread. “But hey—maybe I’ll knock the competition unconscious with the smell of all this cum.”

“Just load up on coffee or something.” Isaac ran his hands through his own sweat-matted hair. “Do you want some kind of enticement? Want me to promise you another fuck if you don’t totally embarrass our school?”

Stiles laughed, grabbing a clean towel from the bathroom. He rubbed the crusty, over-washed towel against his body—scooping up as much loose cum as he could manage. “If we win, we celebrate with a fuck. If we lose, we cheer ourselves up with a fuck. It’s a win-win.”

Isaac leaned back on his hands, casually watching Stiles clean himself up as best he could manage. Stiles wiped down the cum that had pooled on his own torso from all of the orgasms that had gotten fingerfucked out of him. When that was done, he wiped down the backs of his hairy thighs and ass, where Isaac’s deposit continued to ooze out in thick rivulets. It was a shitty cleaning job, but Stiles wasn’t making it a perfect clean up. He planned to take a shower once he got back to his room, but he needed to get dried enough to slip back on his clothes.

“Well, I’m gonna hit the sack.” Isaac said, standing up from the bed. He pulled Stiles in for another kiss and then slapped his ass tenderly with a snort. “—and fuck, give that hole a rest, dude.”

It was time for bed. That was the plan. It was late—way, way too late to get some genuine restful sleep in time for the morning cross-country competition. But getting some sleep would be better than getting no sleep whatsoever. And yet, the moment Stiles stepped foot outside of Isaac’s motel room, he felt his energy suddenly replenished. It was as if drowsiness and exhaustion no longer existed within the universe.

Stiles felt worked up, in fact. He felt hot underneath his skin. There was a stirring buzz deep inside of his stomach, a twitch of interest tugging at the foreskin of his cock, achiness inside of his bones, wetness at the rim of puckered cum-soaked hole, and an unstoppable tingle at the tip of his salivating tongue. Stiles swore that he could feel something pulsing around him from the motel, injecting itself directly into his body. It was like some kind of power, an influence—maybe? But whatever it was, it made Stiles hungry for more of what he had gotten from Scott, Boyd, and Isaac.

Outside of his shared room with Scott, Stiles reached for the doorknob—pulling his own hand back before he could decide to open it. He sighed, swiveling around to beam out to the night sky and the parking lot below. He ran his hands through his messy hair and bit at his fingernails, caught up in deliberation as to whether or not he should get his ass to sleep or get his ass into somebody else’s motel room for just a couple minutes, an hour at most.

Maybe just a cock….maybe two. Stiles rationalized with himself, pacing around in the chill air of the night. He eventually made up his decision, though it wasn’t a difficult one to make. He still needed more. He felt satisfied from what he had gotten from the other werewolves, but he wanted more, and he’d get himself more. So he marched down to the motel room at the end of the outdoor hallway—giving a few simple knocks at the door.

Danny opened up the door, somewhat surprised to see Stiles standing there so patiently. The first thing that Stiles noticed was that Danny was completely naked. His tanned skin glowed under the intense rays of the moonlight. Not only that, but Danny wasn’t just naked, he was hard as a rock—with messy hair and shiny lips. Danny didn’t appear to be torn from slumber. If anything, he looked bright and aware, despite the late hour of the night.

“Hey.” Danny said.

“Hey—did you know I was coming over or something?” Stiles asked charmingly, nodding down to where he could see Danny’s cock jutting out towards him.

Danny snickered, leaning against the threshold of the motel room door. “It’s late as hell, dude. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I mean—shouldn’t you be asleep? You’re competing tomorrow too.”

“I’m the fastest one on our team. Don’t worry; I’ve got this shit covered—”

“Hey—he was busy sucking my fucking cock, you dickwad!” A disgruntled, immediately recognizable voice called out from somewhere else inside of the dimly lit motel room. “How about you go slob on your butt-buddy McCall’s knob, Stilinski?”

Danny rolled his eyes, ducking his head in shame. Although, it was obvious that he wasn’t genuinely annoyed or embarrassed. After all, the fiery arrogance of Jackson Whittemore was part of his preppy jock charm. Still—Jackson’s interjection was the perfect opportunity to shift things towards what Stiles was cruising to find. So instead of heading back to his own room for the night, he clicked his tongue and shoved past where Danny was standing—tapping Danny supportively on the shoulder.

Stiles came to stand in front of the motel bed, where Jackson was propped back against the bed’s headboard with this arms strongly planted behind his head. He was just as naked as Danny, but the ridges of his abs were even more defined than they normally were—heavily shadowed from the room’s surrounding dimness. Meanwhile, Jackson’s dick was standing at attention—thick and cut, occasionally twitching towards where it remained pointed towards the ceiling.

Of course, it wasn’t surprising that Danny and Jackson were up so late, taking advantage of sharing the same motel room for the night. Stiles had caught the two best friends fucking themselves brainless many times in the locker room showers after lacrosse games whenever Beacon Hills High scored the win, but he had never gotten to join in on their collective celebratory fun because Jackson was a greedy asshole who liked to show off, but didn’t typically like to share.

“I’ve already slobbed on Scott’s knob tonight. Let me slob on yours.” Stiles said, gesturing down to Jackson’s cock. He turned back towards where Danny was standing by the front door and then gestured over to him, as well. “—and yours too, Danny-boy.”

Jackson’s thick eyebrows furrowed in surprised confusion. He straightened his posture, pressing his back straight against the headboard, and then crossed his arms. “Why the hell would I let you anywhere near my cock?”

“Come on, Jacks.” Danny shut the motel room and walked over towards the bed, dipping the mattress down as he settled himself on it—next to where Jackson was sitting. “He’s good at it.”

“He’s sucked you off before?” Jackson questioned—somewhat frustrated, yet somewhat aroused at the mental image that it presented. “When did this happen?”

“Yeah, he’s sucked me off. I fucked his ass, too.” Danny admitted proudly, looking over to where Stiles was grinning ear-to-ear as though he had just been given the biggest compliment. “He basically fucked four of us at the same time—Me, Scott, Isaac, and this dude named ‘Derek’….I could’ve sworn I told you this before.”

Jackson’s eyes widened with surprise, but quickly settled with a glimmer of interest. He looked up and down where Stiles stood at the foot of the bed, picking up the heavy scent of cum that was soaked into the boy’s skin from the previous escapades that he had gotten himself earlier in the night. Fine—maybe cocksucking was Stiles’ gift. He talked a lot, way more than what was tolerable according to Jackson. So maybe getting some cocks shoved down his throat would be a way to put Stiles to good use.

“You’re lucky I’m horny, Stilinski.” Jackson commented, putting his hands back to where they had been previously placed behind his head in a relaxed manner. Danny followed suit. “I don’t just let anybody suck my cock, so be thankful I’m a generous person.”

“—and curious.” Danny added. “—he totally wants to take that pretty mouth of yours for a spin.”

A tint of blush blew across Jackson’s freckled face for a moment as he looked over to Danny, but Danny just shot back a quick smile—seemingly impressed with himself for being able to embarrass Jackson. Eventually, Jackson looked back over to where Stiles was standing around expectantly. He wrapped his own hand around his throbbing cock and enticingly waved it around, showing off his girth in order to fish around for a good reaction from Stiles.

Stiles tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it away. He ran his fingers down his torso, through the hair of his treasure trail, feeling the distinct stickiness that had remained from all of the cum that Isaac had fingerfucked out of him. Whilst Jackson and Danny watched from where they laid on the bed, Stiles undid his pants. He shucked them down to the ground, along with his boxers—already hard and dripping fat pearls of pre-cum.

The mattress dipped slightly at the bottom edge when Stiles knelt down onto it and crawled on top, tiger-crawling his way up to where he could actually get his mouth properly leveled with Jackson and Danny’s hardened cocks. He took Danny into one of his hand’s first, leaning forward to take the eager goalie into the drooling heat of his mouth. But he was almost instantly interrupted by Jackson, who sipped his fingers into Stiles’ soft hair, and tugged him away from Danny.

“Hey, I’m the generous one, Stilinski.” Jackson said, tugging Stiles’ mouth down towards his cock. “Show me you appreciate it first.”

Stiles sighed, laughing to himself about how eager Jackson really was, all while trying to maintain his rough and tough arrogant exterior. He wrapped his fingers around Jackson’s cock, letting the beta’s heat scorch and pulsate rapidly against the palm of his hand. Stiles gave Jackson a few strokes, thumbing gently at the leaking slit of the jock’s dick. Stiles clearly had the power in the situation, despite whatever Jackson wanted to believe. And deep down, it was clear that Jackson knew he was at Stiles’ mercy for the moment.

“Okay, Jacks…before I get started, I gotta ask you something. It’s serious, I swear.” Stiles said, giving Jackson a few more languid strokes.

“What?”

“Are you sure you need me to get you off—?” Stiles drew his thumb into his mouth, savoring the saltiness of Jackson’s pre-cum. “—cause, I mean—the whole ‘cocky jock-itude’ you’re batting around with seems like it’s kinda doing a good enough job for you already.”

“Oh, go back to your own room and fuck yourself, Sti—mmhrumf.” Jackson groaned, losing his train of thought to the feeling of Stiles deciding to take the fat head of Jackson’s cock into his mouth.

Jackson eased into the feeling of Stiles’ tongue wrapping around his cock. He slipped his fingers into the human’s hair, carefully guiding Stiles’ movement. Although, he applied barely any instructive pressure, allowing for Stiles to take his own liberties in regards to the speed and technique. It didn’t necessarily bother Jackson, because Stiles obviously knew what he was doing. He was undoubtedly skilled, much to his surprise. Jackson hadn’t truly believed Danny when he vouched for his cocksucking talents.

Stiles smirked the best that he could whilst he started to suck Jackson off, satisfied with himself for being able to literally stop Jackson mid-threat with a simple swipe of the tongue. He kept the weight of Jackson’s cock in his mouth, enthusiastically lapping around the beta’s throbbing shaft and leaking head. He kept the bobbing motion to a minimum, occasionally deepthroating Jackson’s dick and holding it inside of his throat for a moment. Stiles hummed with snorted laughter every time he did it, finding the sound of Jackson quickly sucking in a breath of air to be funny.

Occasionally, Stiles his mouth off of Jackson’s cock, spitting down onto the shaft and giving it a few strokes to vary up the sensation. As he jerked Jackson’s slicked up cock, Stiles bent down even further to devote some time and attention to the stud’s balls. The response from Jackson was a resounding moan and demand for more. Naturally, Stiles obliged—drawing immense pleasure from Jackson’s own satisfaction.

Stiles pulled his mouth away from where they were sucking at Jackson’s balls, smiling up to where Jackson was red in the face, completely entranced by the feeling of getting his cock sucked. Stiles then turned his attention back over to where he had originally tried to focus his attention, taking the head of Danny’s cock into his mouth. All the while, Stiles kept both of his hands around each of the two’s sizable girths, making sure that neither of the two were ever left without some kind of stimulation.

“See, I told you he was good at this.” Danny slurred, looking over to where Jackson sat beside him. “I think he’s a natural.”

“Either that or he’s practiced a shitload.” Jackson suggested. “Which one is it, Stilinski?

“Both.” Stiles mumbled, momentarily pulling off of Danny’s dick.

“Yeah, I fucking bet.” Jackson pinched at his own nipples, easily slipping under the feeling of Stiles’ hand gripped firmly around his dick. “I bet McCall’s taken that mouth for a few lessons, huh? After lacrosse practice, maybe? All those times you couldn’t get in with Danny and me, Scott let you fool around with his cock, huh?”

Stiles laughed, pulling off of Danny for the second time. “You’ve got it so wrong, dude.”

“How’s that?”

“Scott’s a puppy.” Stiles admitted, switching his focus back over to Jackson’s cock. “He’s basically still getting used to the fact that I’ll suck cock and ride dick all day long if I’m in the mood for it. And he’s definitely still getting used to letting his best friend suck him off.”

“That’s a shame.” Jackson scoffed, gripping the back of Stiles’ head. This time, he was determined to control Stiles’ cocksucking. “He still hasn’t learned to take advantage of the shit that drops into his lap—literally.”

Jackson shoved Stiles down onto his cock, shoving in as much of his length as he could manage until he heard the human choke with a wet gargle. He pulled Stiles off for a moment, letting Stiles catch his breath, but then took the boy back down with swiftness. He set the pace quicker, drinking in the delicious sounds of Stiles’ throat struggling to take such a length down his throat. But the heat of Stiles’ throat was addictive, Jackson could barely contain himself.

“Don’t fucking break him, Jacks.” Danny cried out, tugging Stiles into his lap. “—I still want my turn.”

“Fucking fine, but don’t fuck out all of his energy. I’m going to be pissed if he ends up passing out or some shit before he gets to make me blow.”

Danny was even rougher and his cock was bigger than Jackson’s, but by only an inch and a half. He clasped one of his hands on the back of Stiles’ neck, bringing the boy over to where his shiny, spit-slicked cock stood prominently—waiting for a nice throat to close around it. Danny leveled Stiles’ precious lips above the head of his cock and then thrust his hips upward, taking Stiles by surprise. But Stiles adjusted just as quickly as he could manage, swallowing down Danny’s length.

“That’s right—take that cock.” Danny cooed. “Come on, you’ve down this before. Don’t bitch out on us now, dude. We’ve both got some nice loads to feed you, but only if you work for it.”

Stiles cooed in acknowledgement around where Danny was stuffed down his throat. He kicked up the energy and started to furiously bob his head up and down off of Danny’s cock—gagging and coughing, sometimes chuffing out a delirious, snorted laugh before he was hooked back down. Tears stung his eyes and poured down his flushed cheeks, but none of that deterred Stiles from continuing on. Danny tasted great, so did Jackson. And both of them had big loads to spurt—Stiles was sure of it.

Losing track of time became something easy to do. Jackson and Danny passed Stiles’ mouth between the two of them for what felt like hours and hours, despite the fact that it was only a good twenty minutes or so. Stiles’ voice was scratchy and hoarse whenever he spoke and answered the dirty questions that were asked of him. He never once let his enthusiasm waver. Stiles’ mouth stayed wet and sloppy, actually dripping with saliva and pre-cum. Meanwhile, Stiles’ cupid-bowed lips were red and plump from all of the abuse.

It was obvious that Jackson was going to be the one to cum first. He couldn’t really hide it. Even as Stiles was getting his throat dominated by Danny’s massive length, Stiles took immediate notice to how antsy Jackson had become. He could hear Jackson’s breathing kick up and become just a tad bit raspier than it had been for the previous thirty minutes. Not only that, but Jackson’s body hair was standing up on edge, his skin broke out in a muggy sweat, and he was desperately trying to hide his elongated wolf claws underneath the blankets—out of Danny’s field of vision.

“I—I’m gonna—fuck, bring your mouth over here, Stilinski.” Jackson managed, pawing helplessly at Stiles’ sweaty hair.

Stiles pulled himself off from where he was deepthroating Danny with a lewd pop, following Jackson’s wailed demands. He held his mouth open and let the weight of Jackson’s bare cock rest at the tip of his tongue. At the same time, Jackson took his own cock into his hand and hurriedly jerked himself off—huffing and puffing, staring down to where Stiles was patiently waiting in his lap to swallow his load.

With a shout, Jackson blew his load—spewing hot onto Stiles’ tongue, surging thick pulses of seed. Some of the spurts were so powerful that they overshot Stiles’ open mouth and creamed the boy’s upper lip and nose. Jackson just watched in bewilderment, unable to pull his eyes away from where his unyielding load quickly filled Stiles’ mouth, nearly overflowing. But then as Jackson’s orgasm waned, Stiles closed his mouth and gulped down everything that Jackson had given.

“Fuck yeah.” Jackson groaned, combing his hand through Stiles’ hair. “Swallow everything.”

“Come here, Stiles—you still have a load to take.” Danny said, pulling Stiles back over to his cock.

Danny cupped both of his hands at the sides of Stiles’ head, shoving his fat cock back down Stiles’ throat. Without mercy, Danny began to skullfuck the boy—even going as far as to add his own thrusts into the movement. Each time that he pulled Stiles down onto his cock, Danny stuffed it down to the hilt—letting the boy’s cum-covered button nose root itself in the soft curls of hair at Danny’s crotch. He repeatedly pulled Stiles off and on of his dick, never once letting his rhythm falter—not even letting Stiles guess as to when the load was coming.

Without warning, Stiles felt heat blast harshly against the back of his throat. His mouth sputtered around where his lips were wrapped around Danny’s girth. And as Danny held his head in place, Stiles worked his throat and swallowed down the pumps of fresh cum that shot down his throat as they arrived in rhythmic bursts—happily humming at the taste and heat that oozed heavily down his tired throat.

Even when Danny finished blowing his load, Stiles kept the goalie cock inside of his mouth, sucking down the still-erect rod. Stiles suckled at the sensitive head of Danny’s cock, grinding his own hardness down into the mattress that he was laid down on. Stiles kept his eyes closed and let himself get lost to the feeling of Danny inside of his mouth—chasing the waning taste of cum and wrapping his tongue around Danny’s heat.

Stiles eventually ground his dick harder into the mattress below—once, twice, three times more, slowly and mindlessly, until he felt a powerful shock pierce through his own exhausted body. He blew his own load, feeling it spurt wildly underneath where his stomach and crotch were pressed down into the shitty mattress bedspread. He pulled his mouth off of Danny’s dick and let his face fall into Danny’s inner thigh—panting out against the boy’s skin as he let his orgasm wash over him completely.

“Well, shit.” Jackson said, wiping sweat away from his upper brow. “Did you really have to jizz-up our bed, Stilinski?”

“Oh fuck off.” Stiles said breathless, void of any real energy.

After a few minute of collecting his energy and tiredly bickering with Jackson, Stiles finally sat up from where he was laid out. He leaned forward and took a particularly sloppy kiss from Danny, then turned to Jackson and punched him in the shoulder—thanking the both of them for giving his throat a much needed work out. He scooted off the edge of the bed and clothed his bottom half, but decided to use his shirt as a rag to wipe down his spent cum that had stained across the bed.

“So how about that, fucker?” Stiles jeered jokingly, thrusting his hips in the air in Jackson’s direction. “Maybe now you’ll let me join you two in the showers after lacrosse wins.”

Jackson scoffed, thumbing at where a tiny smile began to tug at the corner of his lips. “Don’t get your hopes up, cocksucker…we’ll see.”

When Stiles finally returned to his own room, he slammed his weight into the door—forcing the rusted hinges to actually move. The door flew open and Stiles fell down to the ground with a loud groan of discomfort. Once he reclaimed a standing position, he shut the door and looked over to where Scott was sitting in his bed—obviously naked, with the bedsheets pulled over where he was hard, in order to retain some modesty.

“Whatcha doing in here, Scotty?” Stiles asked, already knowing the answer. He bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the laugh that started to tickle his throat.

Scott looked mortified, babbling and stuttering over his own words. “I was just—you were—holy fuck, I heard everything. You didn’t stop. You just kept going.”

“I figured you might have been listening.” Stiles snorted, shrugging his shoulders as he made his way to the bathroom to run himself a bath. “Don’t blame me, though. I’m pretty sure the motel made me do it.”

#sciles #stoyd #stanny #stackson #stisaac

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marvelousmarvelimagines · 6 years ago

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Five Times You Thwarted Loki’s Plans

Pairing - Loki x Asgardian Reader

Summary - Loki has been a pain in your ass ever since childhood. Here are five times that you managed to be a pain in his.

A/N - This is actually my entry for @revengingbarnes writing challenge! My prompt was the sentence, “You know I can hear every word you’re saying right?” Congratulations and happy birthday! This is also my first time attempting a Loki story so I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings - None

There was no doubt that Asgard was one of the most beautiful places in the world. I had only traveled to a few other locations, but I knew that Asgard would always be my favorite. Everything here was so bright and gold, almost all of the citizens smiled . . . I couldn’t imagine anyone not loving it here.

Then I met that swine.

All I wanted to do was learn all I could about sorcery. Asgard was such a magical place, and I wanted to be a part of that magic, even help create part of it. I wanted to soak up knowledge and be the best. Unfortunately that wasn’t possible because of him.

Not only was he constantly interrupting our lessons with ridiculous stunts, but it all came so . . . easy for him! While I had to study and practice for hours and hours just to even understand all the science behind my work, Loki had the concept and practical work correct before time for our first meal.

It was infuriating, and he was infuriating. It was why, even at the age of seven, I was looking for any chance to one up him. Finally, that day arrived.

Watching him had become a habit. It had started out just as a way to pick up on any tips that made him so good. Then it became a way to watch for any disruptions before they happened. It was how I found out exactly what he was going to do. The glint, the mischievous shine in his eyes gave it away. My gaze then caught the subtle movement of his fingers underneath the table. I hated how elegant and effortless it looked for him. Within moments though, I realized what he had done. Our tutor was completely terrified of snakes, and Loki had turned his writing utensil into one. A writing utensil he was about to pick up.

I didn’t even hesitate, my fingers moved, though not as skillfully or swiftly as Loki’s, but it had the desired effect. The utensil turned right back to normal seconds before our teacher touched it.

A triumphant grin formed on my face, excited that I had been able to undo Loki’s magic. His face, on the other hand, showed disappointment before meeting my eyes in a withering stare.

I smirked.

The call came rather quickly when a prisoner collapsed, and his heart stopped beating. As the head of the healing staff, I was immediately sent to the scene. By the time I got there, they were already wheeling the patient out of the room on a cot. “Wait!” I called, immediately recognizing the black head of hair. I rolled my eyes and twisted my fingers, undoing the illusion and revealing the real Loki about to escape. “Really, Loki? I expected more.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Good to know that no matter how long I’m away, you’re still just as irritating as you’ve always been.” Loki replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Captivity did not suit him. His hair was a mess, his skin more pale and sunken in than ever before, his eyes lacking the mischievous glint I had become oh so familiar with. “You must be pretty desperate to get out of here if you’re attempting such a predictable trick.” I said as everyone else was ushered out of the room.

“To be fair, I would have tried harder if I had known they were going to send Asgard’s second most powerful sorcerer to heal me.” Loki replied with a smirk.

I glared at him. He knew just how much it irritated me that I had never been able to surpass him in our studies no matter how hard I tried. “Actually, I think that privilege of yours was revoked when you tried to take over Midgard.” I told him.

“Ah . . .” He stalked forward to me. “So I supposed you win by default. How proud you must be of your forfeited accomplishment.”

I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get into my personal space to make me uncomfortable, to intimidate me. I didn’t move an inch though. “It wasn’t a competition.”

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Loki asked, cocking an eyebrow, stalking me in circles like a lion stalks his prey.

“Even if it was, I wouldn’t be proud of winning by default because you had a dramatic fit of jealousy about how you weren’t going to be King.” I hissed.

Suddenly, my back was against the wall, Loki pressed against every inch of my body. I was unable to hold back my gasp at the sensation, staring up at him with wide eyes. This was the closest I had ever been to him, and I was shocked at just how entirely he filled my senses. “Don’t presume you understand anything about me, Y/N.”

Another gasp left my lips as a sharp burning sensation filled my arm. I hadn’t even noticed he was touching me. When I looked down, shock filled my features, for Loki’s arm was not in fact his normal, pale, Asgardian state, but was instead - “Frost Giant . . .” I looked back up at him in disbelief. “You’re part Frost Giant.”

As quickly as he had pressed against me, he was gone, letting go of me as well. “Well done. Your intelligence never ceases to amaze me.”

I ignored the sarcastic jab. “Odin never told you.”

“You can stop the pitying look for the monster.” Loki said, turning away from me.

An unlady like snort left my lips causing him to turn back around and glare at me, his eyes like icy daggers. I paid it no mind. “You’re not a monster. I believe you’re a bit of a fool, but not a monster.”

“You think me a fool?” His voice was somewhere between disbelief and anger.

“You were manipulated by a mad Titan to attempt to take over Midgard, a world with no true resources. The boy I was jealous of would not have wasted his talents on fool errands such as that.” This time I was the one invading his personal space as I approached him, “and parents lie, Loki. Sometimes for your protection, sometimes just because they want to. Even you are not immune to that. It doesn’t give you the right to throw a tantrum and murder thousands of people.”

His hand gripped my chin tightly, but not hurting me, just forcing my eyes to stay locked on his. I kept my face unchanged, unwilling to let him see just how much his proximity and touch was effecting me. “You should take care how you speak around a god, darling.” Loki barely whispered, so close I felt the warmth of his breath on my face.

It took me a few moments before I could find my words, but eventually I did. “I think we both know I’ve never watched my tongue around you, Loki.”

He only smirked.

III

I had found it a little odd when Odin had sent me off to teach my healing practices to the rest of the nine realms. I hadn’t questioned it though. One, because it was Odin, and I wasn’t about to argue with the protector of the Nine Realms. Two, because honestly, I could use the time away. Although I hated to admit it, over the past couple of years, Loki and I had bonded. While he had been in prison, I had visited him several times. I couldn’t explain to myself why, just that after hearing about how he had been lied to his whole life, there was a connection between the two of us. Hearing about his death and how he had sacrificed himself to save Asgard . . . it made my heart ache. So I took the job. I traveled the Nine Realms and helped teach and heal their wounded. It kept my mind and body busy, and I didn’t even have time to think about Loki’s death.

That was until Thor called me back, and I discovered the truth.

I didn’t go see him. I was too upset and angry. Instead I found myself outside of one of the doorways to exit Asgard. It wasn’t long before I wasn’t by myself anymore. “Ah . . . I suppose I should have assumed this would happen.”

I stalked towards him, stopping inches away from him. For a few moments there was nothing but silence between us.

Then I slapped him.

Loki rubbed his jaw where my hand had connected, but otherwise had no reaction. “I wonder, is that for deceiving you, or just some other imagined slight?”

“It’s not an imagined slight, you swine! I thought you had died!” My voice shook as I glared at him.

“I didn’t think that would bother you, considering you’ve been longing for my death for years now.” He replied.

My gaze darkened. “That’s not true.”

“Of course it is. Unless you’ve somehow grown fond of me -” Loki stopped, and I knew he could see through my flushing facial expression clear as day, because he burst into laughter. “Oh dear. Of all the terrible ideas you’ve had over the years, this is your worst.”

I gulped but refused to break our eye contact. “Be that as it may, I’m not letting you escape again. You -” Loki took the final step and invaded my personal space. “You will not escape again.”

He chuckled, his chest now pressed against my own. “I think we both know that if I wanted to, I could.”

My face hardened, trying to hide my heart’s reaction to his closeness. “I hate you.”

Loki’s fingers brushed my cheek, feeling the heat that was still residing there. I breathed out a heavy breath as his thumb touched my lips, leaving them trembling in his wake. Finally they settled under my chin, forcing my gaze to stay locked on his. Not that he needed the help. Those green eyes, darkened with desire, were impossible to look away from. “Not the most convincing lie you’ve ever told, darling.”

IV.

Midgard was interesting that was for sure. As much as Asgardians had loved their feasts, Midgardians loved them more. I had only been on Earth for a few months now, and I had realized that. This one was being held by the famous Man of Iron. He seemed to be the usual culprit of such events. I was finding I rather enjoyed them. I got to meet and enjoy conversations with several interesting creatures. In fact, at the moment, I was having a conversation with a Groot who was telling me all about his journey to Nidavellir with Thor and his father. My attention was distracted though by the entrance of a sullen god.

Loki had been attempting to make a sort of amends on the request of his brother. He wasn’t enjoying it, and no one gave him a speck of trust, with good reason, but he was doing it. That didn’t mean he didn’t have his occasional bouts of mischief. I watched as he took a small vile of Asgardian mead and slipped into a glass intended for the noble Captain America.

Sensing a scheme, I excused myself from Groot and hurried over to the bar, grabbing the glass and downing it mere seconds before Steve Rogers’ hand closed over it.

“Sorry, Captain, I though that was mine. I’ll get you another.” I said with a smile.

Of course Steve didn’t mind, thanking me as I poured him another glass while Loki smirked from his place behind the bar. “You really shouldn’t have done that.” Loki whispered in my ear, sending chills all throughout my body.

“And why not?” I asked, sliding the glass back to the Captain.

“Because, that was not just ordinary Asgardian mead.” He replied.

I turned to face him, biting my bottom lip as I noticed just how close we were standing together. “What was it?”

“A slightly stronger version.” He replied. “You are going to soon be quite intoxicated.”

I flushed. “Why in the name of Odin were you trying to give it to the Captain then?” I hissed.

“I would quite like to see the righteous and just man a little unhinged, wouldn’t you?” Loki asked, raising his eyebrow at me. “Really I was doing him a favor.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that since now that he had put the image in my mind, I couldn’t get it out, and it was amusing.

“Must you always ruin my plans?” Loki asked with a sigh.

I chose to ignore his words. “Well, I don’t feel anything, so you might want to check your source.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

Loki smirked.

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“He’s very frustrating, you know?”

“I completely agree.”

“It’s like he can’t take t-two seconds to just you know, breathe. He has to be causing trouble! Is it hot in here?” I asked Thor, stripping out of my sweater. “Anyway, don’t you ever just get . . . exhausted watching over him?”

“It is indeed. I would often end up with these . . . rather large aches in my head that would take much slumber to end.” Thor replied, taking another sip of his drink and urging me to do the same.

I giggled. “Exactly! We should call them Loki-aches.”

A hearty laugh left him as he held his drink in the air. “To Loki-aches!”

“To Loki-aches!” I repeated loudly, clinking my glass against his and taking a large sip. “I swear, if he wasn’t so damn good looking I would have strangled him by now.” I told Thor.

“Good looking?” Thor repeated with a slight smirk on his lips.

“Unfairly so.” I said.

“You know I can hear every word you’re saying, right?”

I gasped, turning and finding Loki sitting there, the picture of ease, with his legs propped up on the table, only his face showed the mixture of annoyance and amusement. “How long have you been there?” I asked in shock.

He rolled his eyes. “Since our last conversation about oh . . . ten minutes ago?” Loki replied, looking mockingly at his blank wrist.

“Oops.” I snorted causing Thor to burst into laughter again.

“I had no idea you were so amusing, Lady Y/N.” Thor said.

“Yes, she’s just the entertainment of the night.” Loki replied sarcastically.

“Might I remind you -” I poked his chest with my finger. “You’re the reason I’m so entertaining.”

“A mistake I will not make again. You are even more irritating drunk than you are on a day to day basis.” Loki replied.

“Yeah? Well . . .” I racked my brain for a reply. “There’s a strand of your hair out of place!”

Not my best work, but I could have sworn for a brief moment I saw a smile form on Loki’s lips before it quickly vanished.

“You know, brother, irritating is not the word you used to describe her earlier.” Thor said, grabbing both of our attentions.

“What?” A huge grin formed on my face as I turned from Thor to his brother. “What did you say about me?” I asked, poking him in the chest with both fingers this time.

“That you always exceeded my expectations -” He grabbed my hands in a tight grip. “At ruining all my fun.”

I pouted at him. “You’re so mean. I’m going back to talk to that Groot. He was much more polite -” As soon as I stood up, it was as if the world had decided to tilt. My foot slipped as I tried to right myself and suddenly -

“I don’t think you’re going anywhere other than your room, darling.” Loki said, a genuinely amused smile on his face as he held me upright in his arms.

His closeness had my heart pounding strong against my chest and even more heat rushing to my face. It made it difficult to form words, but somehow I managed. “Room - uh - my room sounds nice.”

“I’ll escort you to make sure you don’t stumble over any of this supposedly priceless furniture.” Loki said, his hand coming to rest on my back.

I nodded, my eyes wide as I stared up at him. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just Loki’s presence, but my head was spinning so fast it was as if I couldn’t think straight.

It wasn’t until we reached my room that the unspoken tension mounted. I didn’t want him to leave, but I also knew that asking him to stay was a terrible idea. “I . . . I’m expecting a nice hangover cure by my bed in the morning.”

He smirked, his body stepping closer to mine, causing me to take an involuntary step backwards. My drunken mind was too hazy to deal with him and the alcohol. His mere presence was intoxicating enough by itself. “Are you giving me permission to sneak into your room, Lady Y/N?” He asked.

I gulped. “That’s not what I meant.”

“It wasn’t?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

I took a deep breath, trying to focus. “I wouldn’t imagine you wanting to visit a room of someone who - who irritated you so, anyway.”

Suddenly my back hit my door as he invaded all of my senses and physical space. It was sobering, the way he stared at me, those green eyes dark. “I do find you terribly irritating.”

I let out a breath.

“But I also think you’re the most intriguing creature I’ve ever known.”

I couldn’t tell you who started the kiss, only that our lips had found each others with easy accuracy, as if they had done so several times before. My whole body heated from the touch of him, my pulse increasing to what I was sure was an alarming rate. I found I did not care a bit though. Kissing Loki felt more amazing than I had ever imagined. When his hands found my hair, I wondered how I could have ever considered this a bad idea. Nothing this good could be all bad.

His hands formed a fist in my hair and tugged. An embarrassing whimper left my lips as my hips thrust forward, searching for his. My actions caused him to pull away, and his fingers moved from my hair to touch my still trembling lips. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into here, love.”

“Unfortunately, I know exactly what Im getting into.” I replied.

“I’m not a good man. That’s not going to change because of you.”

At least he was honest. Well . . . about this.

“What would I do with myself if you turned a new leaf and I didn’t have to constantly stay on my toes?” I asked.

Loki grinned.

“Schwarma is an awful idea, and it is now obvious why it is unheard of on Asgard.” I groaned to myself as I laid on the tile floor of my bathroom. Tony Stark had insisted that I try it, and Thor had agreed, so I decided there would be no harm.

It turns out I was terribly wrong. Terribly.

Just then there was a loud bang as Loki stormed into my room. “Loki!” I screeched, startled.

He looked at me, a disgusted look on his face as he took in my paler than pale skin, extremely messy hair, and baggy clothes. “What in Odin’s name is wrong with you?”

I became self conscious of just how terrible I must look as I used the last of my strength to throw a pillow at him. “I’m sick, you swine!”

A laugh of angry disbelief left his lips at my words. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Confused and not in the mood to deal with his anger, I covered my face with a pillow I had carried with me to the floor. “What are you talking about?” I groaned.

“Even when I’m trying to do something nice, you just can’t let me.”

“Since when have you ever wanted to do something nice? Yesterday you shut a door in my face.” I reminded him.

“I’m nice when it benefits me, such as taking you to that freezing cold ice . . .” His voice was full of contempt as he spoke. “Thing, even though I knew you would make an idiot of yourself in the hopes of spending some alone time with you after. Which is what I was planning to do today, but no, you had to go and get yourself some ridiculous Midgardian illness -”

His words were interrupted by my scramble to the toilet as my body continued to expel the offending food. After a brief moment I felt Loki’s hands in my hair, holding it back from my face. After I had finished, I took a towel and wiped my lips before looking at him. “You were going to take me ice skating?”

Loki sighed, “Thor said it was a good idea for a ‘date’ or whatever the Midgardian term is.” He informed me, rolling his eyes.

I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “I can’t believe you were going to do something that sweet.”

HIs nose crinkled at the word. “Don’t get used to it.”

“I won’t,” I assured him.

With Loki, I didn’t think I’d ever get used to anything. He certainly lived up to his name as the God of Mischief.

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Ninjago & TLNM: To Be Green

Chapter Nine: History Never Always Repeats Itself

Lloyd thought his high school day couldn’t get worse. It came in the form of History Class.

The good news was that all six of the ninja shared this class. After Physics, Nya took Lloyd back to his still partially open locker and gave him a thick textbook with a huge “History” on the front cover with collected images of villages, people, and what looked like Ninjago City. In the middle was a yin-yang symbol.

Finally, Lloyd thought to himself. A class I can actually excel at. I know all about Ninjago’s history, thanks to Master Wu and my dad.

One glance into the History book confirmed everything Lloyd knew was a waste. He didn’t recognize any stories within the pages. Even worse, when the teacher wrote two words on the board, Lloyd had no idea where to start.

“The Ebon Year.” The teacher droned, her voice tight and lacking energy. “Who knows what that is?”

A girl a few rows over raised her hand. When she was called on, she answered, “It was the year Lord Garmadon attacked the city of Ninjago for the first time.”

“Okay,” the teacher responded as Lloyd felt his eyes widen in surprise. “And what makes the Ebon Year stand out in Garmadon’s years of conquering?”

After a pause, the student finally said, “It was because there wasn’t ninja, right?”

Lloyd finally flipped to the page in the textbook where the chapter was recounting the events of the Ebon Year in great detail. And on the front page was none other than the four armed king of shadows himself.

“Close. There were no ninja, so who protected the city?”

The class spoke a very tired chorus of “police”, “coast guard” and “soldiers”.

Loots. Kidnappings. Death. Destruction. The more Lloyd scanned through the chapter, the worse the feeling in his stomach felt. He remembered when his dad was evil like it was yesterday, but it was never this bad.

“Now,” The teacher grabbed a piece of chalk from her rail. “Who can tell me the most important date from that year?”

“The Darkest Day. July 12th, 2015.”

The answer came from Nya, who was to Lloyd’s right. They met eyes, and Nya gestured with hers to look back at the book.

Sure enough, there was a large section just about the Darkest Day. And the pictures...

“What makes the Darkest Day so important?” The teacher followed up while writing the name on the board under “Ebon Year”.

“It’s the first day Garmadon attacked using mechanical weaponry.” Nya replied plainly. “The destruction was uncanny, and it was the first time his attacks almost overcame the police force.”

“Very good. Someone did their reading.” Nya grinned. Lloyd however, was about to throw up.

Finally, the teacher spun on her heels and her eyes snapped right onto Lloyd. “I’ll let Lloyd go ahead and say what happened next.”

Oh no, Lloyd panicked in his head. Oh no, no, no, no-

“Um-“ Lloyd took a shaky breath and quickly flipped to the next page, where he suddenly saw a very familiar green ninja head off the chapter. The chapter name? The Green Years.

“The start...of the Green Years...?” Lloyd hesitantly answered. A few giggles rose from some of the classmates.

“You sound unsure,” The teacher chuckled lightly. “Have you forgotten about your own personal history, Lloyd?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he felt his cheeks go red. With a wink, she turned back to the rest of the class and began to ask for important dates from the Green Years. Lloyd however, began to read as much as he could in the history book as fast as possible.

Suddenly, it just ended. The next chapter was about culture, not true history. There was no mention about how the “Terror Of Lord Garmadon” ended in the book anywhere. Does that mean....?

The bell went off. Lloyd shut his book and joined his friends. Kai looked like he had just woken from a long nap, and Cole still looked as if he was still mad at Lloyd. Uncomfortable, Lloyd clutched both his book and lunch nervously. “So, uh....now what?”

“Now,” Nya beamed. “We all go to lunch!”

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“Gosh Jay!” Nya yelled over the alarm as they all ran out of the room. “It’s way too loud!”

“I’m sorry!” Jay shouted back. “I just installed it a few days ago, remember!! I haven’t tinkered with it yet!!”

“Forget the alarm!” Lloyd joined in the conversation. “What’s the threat?”

The ninja burst out of the doors of the temple and tore across the lawn that was still scattered with training equipment. “Bank robbery, armed, with hostages.” Zane informed them all.

Cole groaned. Lloyd stared at him in horror. “Another bank robbery? Wasn’t there one last night?”

The team nodded as they approached he edge of the island. Then, each with a twisted face of effort, they jumped off one by one.

“What the-“ Lloyd shouted in shock as they dropped into the sky. Then, they were suddenly surrounded with a colorful cyclone-tornado thing and they hit the ground safely.

“Airjitzu,” Kai told Lloyd. He was the only one who hadn’t of jumped. “It’s gotten harder lately, but it still has its uses. Ready?”

Lloyd stepped back, terrified. “What? No!”

Kai raised an eyebrow. “You don't know Airjitzu? Do you even know Spinjitzu?”

“Of course I know what Spinjitzu is,” Lloyd snapped back. “But...this flying stuff is messed up.”

“Noted.” Kai nodded. “Then hold on!”

Before Lloyd asked to what he should hold onto, Kai grabbed his arm and pulled them both off the edge.

The screaming came immediately. The air rushed past them in a way Lloyd had never felt before. He was dropping faster and faster and the road below him where the ninja were getting into weird vehicles was getting closer every second.

At what seemed to be the last second, Kai wrapped his arm around Lloyd and suddenly the area around them shimmered red. The air under them felt like it thickened, slowing their descent. No, it wasn’t that, the “Airjitzu” had made them fly upwards, but at the speed they were falling all it did was grant them a relatively soft landing.

Kai let go of Lloyd and the blonde teenager promptly collapsed onto the ground, panting for his life. Kai grinned a side smirk. “I hope you enjoyed the ride!”

Still gasping for breath, Lloyd lifted a finger to point at Kai. “Don’t- don’t ever do that again.”

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Lloyd trotted next to Jay on the way to lunch. Jay was having a grand time telling the blonde teen all about the giant cat and the adventure to the Temple of the Ultimate Ultimate Weapon.

“-and then boom!! I exploded the door and we all ran out and escaped!! Master Wu and all of us sped back here to stop your dad and then we battled more and I zapped so many of their planes out of the sky- and then the cat ate Garmadon but you talked to the cat and then it spat him out and Garmadon has been good ever since.”

For a few steps, Lloyd let Jay’s words settle in his mind. “And how long ago did you say this was?”

The curly haired teen squinted his eyes. “Like....two weeks ago?”

So for two weeks Garmadon had been good. He thought back to when he had defeated the Overlord and his own father had been relieved of his evil. Within two weeks the two of them had become inseparable. If he was captured by his ex-generals who had tried to kill him...

Finally the group arrived at the huge cafeteria. Walking up to what seemed to be a table at random, Jay and Zane took their seats while the other three walked off to join the long lines to get school lunch.

As Lloyd plopped down and opened his bag of food next to Jay, Zane watched Lloyd carefully. “What?” Lloyd asked as he pulled out his food.

“How old are you?” The robot finally asked. “You do not appear to be sixteen.”

Lloyd snorted. “Sixteen? You’re funny. No I’m older than that.”

Jay and Zane exchanged a look. “But...” Jay wore a puzzled expression. “You just turned 16, like...two weeks ago.”

A lot happened two weeks ago, Lloyd couldn’t help but think. “I’m not entirely sure how old I am, but I’m definitely not 16.”

Kai, Nya, and Cole chose that moment to rejoin, each with a very basic looking lunch on a tray. Kai ripped open his milk carton.

“So,” The spiky haired teen put his elbows next to his tray and stared at Lloyd from across the table. “What are you not telling us? You’ve acted weird in every class today. Something’s really up.”

“It’s what I’m trying to tell you guys,” Lloyd replied as he ripped open his sushi. “I’m not your Lloyd. I’m from somewhere else.”

Cole’s head perked up some. “Like...from a different world?”

Lloyd shook his head. “I don’t think it’s the same thing. I’m from a different realm, a different reality of Ninjago. My best bet is that your Lloyd is there in my place, and that we somehow switched.”

Silence. They all stared back at Lloyd with blank expressions. Lloyd stuffed some sushi in his mouth. “Wha I thouwght.” Lloyd mumbled. To his surprise, Kai suddenly drained his carton of milk and crushed it in his fist.

“I believe ya.” He finally told everyone, but especially Lloyd. “Lloyd could never lie, and by the sounds of it you are telling the full honest truth, even if it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Wow Kai,” Cole snorted as he picked at some greasy broccoli. “That was the first thing I’ve heard you say that actually makes sense.”

The group all giggled, Lloyd included. Suddenly he forgot he was at school, in a new realm, or even surrounded with what really was a group of strangers. He felt back at home.

Home.

It felt like a ton of bricks had dropped on him. It did feel like he was back at home... and suddenly Lloyd realized that he had a mission in this world. For the first time, his circumstance felt like it had a purpose. There was something he- and they- had to do.

The other ninjas have seen their Lloyd’s serious face turn on many times before. But even that had a hint of easiness he could never rid himself of. But when the Lloyd sitting at the lunch table suddenly sat up and put on his game face, every ninja couldn’t help but feel his sheer confidence radiate off him like he was a power source of seriousness.

“After school we are going after those shark-wanna be’s.” Lloyd announced to the table. A small grin grew on all of their faces. With one last nod, Lloyd picked up another piece of sushi and excitedly said, “We are going to go save Lloyd’s dad.”

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Once Lloyd finally found his breath, Kai pointed at a car on the edge of the road. “There’s yours. Hop in, we don’t have much time.”

His breath was gone just as fast as it came back. The car was sleek, powerful, and best of all- green. “This is my car?!” Lloyd shouted with enthusiasm. He jumped in and grabbed the weird half-wheel.

“No, it’s Jay’s car!” Jay replied sarcastically.

“Actually, it’s my car!” Nya inserted pointedly. “I built it. But I built it for Lloyd just a month ago. I call it the....the....”

“Names aside, I love it!” Lloyd grinned ear to ear. Then, feeling back in the zone, he pulled his mask down dramatically, revved the engine, and shouted, “Alright ninja! Shout out your call signs!!”

The comms fell silent. Lloyd waited a few seconds. Finally, Jay spoke. “Uh...ninja...go?”

“You all don’t have call signs?” Lloyd gasped. “How do you all get ready for a fight?”

“I dunno, we just...go.” Cole replied. “Speaking of going...can we go now?”

Right! There was a robbery right now. “Oh...uh, yeah! Zane! Lead the way!!”

Zane nodded from the seat of what appeared to be an ice tank. It wasn’t like the one he knew...this one was an actual war-like tank ready for true battle. Cole, in an off road looking buggy swerved after him, followed with Kai and Nya on matching motorcycles. Finally, Jay saluted to Lloyd and took off on a blue bike of his own.

Lloyd quickly adjusted his seat (gosh the other him has long legs) and then sped off after the ninja into the city.

It didn’t take long to get to the scene of the crime. The police were still in a stalemate with the robbers on the inside, but the ninja parked far enough away so the crooks didn’t know that the cops had back up. They jumped out and off their vehicles and quickly grouped up. For a second, they all looked at Lloyd, then Kai cleared his throat.

“The game plan,” he started, but Jay interrupted him.

“Who said you were giving out the orders, flames for brains? When has one of your plans ever worked out?”

“Jay’s right,” Cole butt in. “We need to listen to me-“

“I wasn’t supporting ‘Team Cole’ either!” The shorter teen snapped. “If anything we should listen to Nya! She’s the best strategist here, no question.”

Zane blinked. “Wow, Jay, I’m hurt.”

“Suck it up roboto, the truth hurts sometimes.”

Lloyd couldn’t believe his ears. Here they were, standing nearby an ongoing robbery, and they were arguing over who to lead them.

Finally, Lloyd snapped. “Listen up- I want three teams to infiltrate. Jay, Kai- you guard the front door. No one leaves. Cole, Zane- you are the first wave. Use your brute force to hold them back. Nya- you and me are going to deal with the hostages while Cole and Zane distracts the crooks.”

All five of them blinked in surprise. “That...is actually a good plan.” Jay muttered.

With a nod, Lloyd dispersed the team. Nya quickly grabbed something long from inside the car Lloyd drove in. “You may need this.”

Lloyd accepted the long samurai-esque sword. His name was engraved on the metal in red. He nodded his gratitude at Nya. She placed her hand on his shoulder.

“We saw how good you are at dodging this morning,” Nya told him. Glancing at the sword, she added, “Now show us how good you are with combat.”

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hellow! would you be able to do a scenario with oikawa and his s/o catches him late at night practicing volleyball (honestly i find guys that have ambition and just wanting to improve so hot anyway moving on) and his s/o can obviously see he's tired as hell so just as he practices his serve and it bounces to the floor she picks it up and steals it from him and he tries to get it back from her but she just cutely runs away with it and cute events ensue and he realizes how damn in love with her he

There might have been a slight time gap in-between writing the first and second part. Hopefully it doesn’t show too much. Hopefully it also doesn’t show my breakneck writing speed near the end either. Hopefully, you enjoy this!

It’s a Tuesday, just passed eight thirty.Or it should be, since the last time Oikawa checked the plastic clock in thechanging rooms was when the sun was still up. Now, he can barely see the skybehind the slim window slits that surround the edges of Seijou’s gym, and whateverlight there was had long shifted away from the wisps of clouds.

Without a watch and without the gym’sdigital timer switched on, he’s learned to trust the biological clock thatticks with each routine practice he works on day after day. His muscles screamat him with varying degrees of desperation during very specific intervals ofhis solo practice, giving him a decent idea of how much further he still has togo. A slightly masochistic way of timekeeping, but pain has never beeneffective in holding him back.

Oikawa tosses the ball between his hands,letting it slap his calloused palms in penitence. Penitence that he can take—must take—and he lets the sear of hishamstrings stretch along his bare bones with each fold of his knees. For him,it’s better this way. With the pain, he can measure how much he’s giving up forexcellence, for the image of himself that seems to drift farther when hehimself takes a step forward.

He’s glad for the sliver of air that theopen doors breathe in; it’s his only reprieve. Otherwise, his eyes would be farworse off than simply stinging from the stream of sweat that pours down fromhis forehead. He flicks his tongue up to lick the stale saltiness pooled abovehis lips, and squints past the rawness of his eyelids.

Justone more set. One more.

His eyes narrow and he watches the spotthat he’s aiming towards with such focus, as if it would shift underneath hisfeet and disappear. Oikawa crouches, feeling the tension pull his body taught andarches into it. And then he leaps, feeling the floor kissing his heels goodbyeand he’s up in the air; he draws his arm back as far as it can take and smashesit into the volleyball.

It hurtles forward with an electric joltand lands centimetres away from its destined spot.

The resounding smack echoes through thegym, and he feels it thrumming in his head, the blood rushing from his chestinto his ears, and the throbbing soreness his palm suffers.

He lifts a wrist to rub away the beads of sweatthat trickle into his eyes, stinging them into tears.

“Phew, that was a scary serve.”

For a moment he doesn’t realize that it’ssomeone talking until, he does, andOikawa has to blink hard twice to rid the fuzziness in his vision. Where themystery voice came from stands a familiar face, almost as if materialized outof mid-air, with her small hands wrapped around the ball that appearsunnaturally large. He watches her watch him with curious, surveying eyes.

“You aren’t picturing anyone when you hitit, are you?”

Oikawa breaks into a smile that looks alot more tired than he feels. “No, not particularly.”

“Well, I’m glad you aren’t, and glad it’snot me.” She tosses the ball up experimentally, and her hands sink when itlands in her palms. “You know, I expected this to be lighter.”

“Is that so? Volleyball players’ musclesare just for show, then?”

Her eyes sparkle with a worrying mischief.“Would that be so bad?”

“Not if it’s working,” he answers, andwatches her struggle to hide the sudden flush to her cheeks.

Their coach had locked up the rest of the ballsearly this afternoon, so the only one that Oikawa’s left with is the onesitting snugly in her hands like an overinflated balloon. It’s too big comparedto her tiny height, and he sees her curl unconsciously around it, protectively,like a pet. It does look rather comfortable there, and now he’s definitelydistracted.

It isalmost nine, he reasons with himself, he’s more or less earned the right to bedistracted.

Still, his fingers twitch restlesslyagainst his sides, strained with the pent-up energy it had borrowed from thesharp smacking pain against the volleyball. There isn’t nearly enough ache inhis thighs, his knees are still propping him up just fine, and the voice thatcurls up the length of his arms hiss at him: it wasn’t high enough. Not fast enough. Not good enough.

Oikawa steps forwards to beckon for theball before he notices himself moving. He couldn’t know what expression he wasmaking, too exhausted for restraint, but she had been watching with those hawkeyes of hers behind those glasses and she takes a step back in response. Theball presses tighter against her ribcage, and she half-turns away to protect it—orto protect him from it, most likely.

“You’re tired,” she says softly. Shedoesn’t want to scare him away quite yet. “Your mom texted me to ask if you’regoing to be back in time for dinner.”

Oikawa tilts his head, puzzled. “Theyhaven’t eaten yet? It’s nine.”

“Oh, Tooru. You know they always wait foryou if they can.”

“Oh. Well, I,” he begins, but he loses thewords before he finds them. He frowns instead. “I turn my phone on silent whenI practice.”

She wisely chooses to say nothing in response,but her eyes are thoughtful and her grip on the volleyball tightens. Shewatches quietly as Oikawa seems to pull himself out of the safe he keepseverything non-sport related in, the heat in his face cooling down as his mind’sunending gears roll to a slow halt. The soreness seems to intensify, and whathad been a bearable discomfort grows into a more human burn that he usually getsthe day after an intense work out.

“Is it starting to hurt?” She calls fromacross the court. He can’t help but think she sounds rather cheery about it.

He shakes his head, and at that, even hisneck seems to cry out.

“Yeah. I must’ve pushed harder thanusual.”

“Hmmm. Can you still walk?”

Now, Oikawa was tired, not dead. And mostcertainly not stupid. With his itchy and probably reddened eyes, he peers ather. Her fingers tap against the ball as they always do when she’s thinkingsomething. Calculating.

“Yeees,” he says slowly. “I believe I canstill walk faster than you.”

“Is that so?”

He draws in a deep breath. “That is so.”

“Okay.” She breaks into a roguish grin. “Okay.So, let’s see how fast you can really walk, then, Captain.”

Before he can spit out something smart tohold her back, she whips around with his one and only ball cradled like a babyagainst her chest and sprints out of the small crack between the open doors.It’s a foul—definitely a bloody foul—and Oikawa almost trips over his own feetthe first few steps he takes in pursuit. It takes all the hurried steps betweenthe middle of the court (which he doespause and turn off all the lights and switches to before locking up, because he’snot a complete barbarian) to the small crossroads in front of the school gates forhim to catch a glimpse of her figure, weaving in and out of a line of cherryblossoms planted beside the school walls.

Oikawa takes a second to gather his breathand check his shoelaces in case he ends up tripping over himself and possibly embarrassinghimself for the rest of the month. They’ve been dating for a good while, but itdoesn’t mean that the sight of her mischievous grin doesn’t ignite a pleasantburn in his chest, and his fingers that itch to draw her into close proximityjust to hear her strained giggles as he pokes her to death.

A third party would probably retch intheir mouths a little at this moment, but Oikawa kicks said imaginary partyaside and does what he does best. Holding his head up high and pretending tobelong exactly where he is, even if it is the realm of possibly over-saccharinerevelations.

He hoists his gym back further up hisshoulder and calculates exactly how far and how long he’ll need to traverse toreach his desired destination. In the cream glow of the streetlights at night,he can still pick out her waving arm and swaying figure, most likely doing her bestto taunt him.

Oikawa rocks slightly on the back of hisheels, and then sinks low. He takes a measured breath and sprints straightahead at her.

He’s grateful now for the mellow burn inhis calves instead of its usual searing ache, and he marvels at how easy hisfeet bound forwards—he hasn’t had an excuse to run at full tilt in ages, notsince he’s missed his bus two months ago—and although he can pick out thesudden chirp of alarm from where she stands, there’s still enough moments forhim to relish the sound of the evening wind whipping past his ears in torrents.

It’s hardly fair competition, but Oikawacrashes into her all the same with a wide grin splitting his face in half. Shesquawks when he collides into her, knocking her completely off her feet, butwhen he picks her up off the ground entirely, volleyball and all, and flingsher around in a wild circle, the squawks turn into peals of laughter.

He lets her down once he starts feelingtoo much blood rush to his head. He holds a hand to his head, still slightlywinded from all the laughing and the activity, and she does her best to forceher features into a firm, and poor, replica of a disapproving look.

It doesn’t quite have its intended effect,not with the drunken staggering.

Oikawa cracks into a fresh peal ofsniggers, and points at her. “You look like a really grumpy salaryman after onetoo many drinks.”

She tries even harder for a few seconds orso, but gives up when she sees him almost doubled over with laughter; his handson his knees and bent at the waist—if one didn’t know where to look, this youngman with too much vibrancy coursing through his veins would almost beunrecognizable as the older, wearier man in the gymnasium with all the weightof his future digging into his aching shoulders.

If it makes him smile for longer, nomatter how short, she would stagger and frown as much as she could.

“I believe I won,” she announces proudly,still swaying faintly from one side to another. “You cheated! You ran!”

Oikawa takes a moment to gulp in some airin between laughs and peers up at her. “And you didn’t? What was that, then?”

“I am a very fast walker.”

“You were literally bounding across campus!”

“Isn’t running just extremely fastwalking?”

“And is flying just extremely fast falling?”Oikawa demands incredulously, but she’s twinkling in her eyes and the way shethrows her head back when she’s got the upper hand distracts him entirely froma perfectly formed argument. There’s barely any light that isn’t too orange atthis time of night, but somehow, she stills manages to glow from her cheeks. “You’restill holding that thing.”

She looks down. “What, the volleyball?”

“They’ll count tomorrow, you know. Coachis insufferably anal like that.”

Grinning, she tosses it up and catches itagain. “Technically you could count this as a handicap. For our contest.”

“Which you cheated in,” Oikawa says,rolling his eyes, but he’s smiling because it’s impossible to stop himself. Hehasn’t felt this completely off kilter in far too long; he misses the liberatingsensation of completely losing his mind to whatever his emotions felt. “Whatwould you do if we agreed that you won, then?”

“Dinner,” she answers promptly. Whichmakes him wonder if she’s simply plotted this all along, since she’d steppedinto the gym, looking for him.

“Dinner? Won’t your parents be expecting you home?”

“I called them before I went searching foryou.” Oh, she was practically vibrating with poorly concealed satisfaction, andOikawa can’t find it himself to stop the choking laughter that bubbles up histhroat either. “Whatever you think, Tooru, I am far sneakier than you are.”

“I’m beginning to readjust my expectationsalready,” he agrees readily. She beams, even if he’s not sure that it’s quitethe compliment he would have chosen for himself.

“Okay. Then I win, you can take yourvolleyball, and we can all go to get okonomiyaki. Does that sound good?”

“Don’t think I don’t see what you’retrying to do. Sneaking in your win like that.”

Laughing, she tosses the ball at his chestwith a small jump in her step. “Accept your place in the universe, Captain. Anddon’t pick battles you can’t win.”

Oikawa warrants nobody ever talks to himas candidly as she does, and quite honestly, he wouldn’t let anyone else do it.He was many things, but not as enthralled with himself as many consider him tobe, and no matter how much Issei or Hanamaki would literally bury him withblackmail if they’d ever caught a whiff of his after-school exploits with hisgirlfriend, he allowed himself this one luxury. This one happiness that fillshis chest without him bleeding for it, and having someone else split into jawaching smiles because of something hesaid; this was far out of his depth, but one he was more than willing toflounder in.

“Alright, lead the way.” Oikawa grips theball with his arm against his waist, and jerks his head ahead. “Bus stop?”

“Mhmm. It’ll be my treat today, so eat asmuch as you like.”

“I appreciate the heads up!”

She laughs all the way to the deserted busstop, reserved only for school routes, and he trails behind her with anuncharacteristic smile on his face.

He’d remember this, for as long as hecould and as clearly as he could, underneath the harsh lights of the stationand the poorly pasted phone advertisements; she stands with her hands woundbehind her back and leaning towards him, waiting for his steps to finally bringhim to her.

And Oikawa doesn’t say anything when shehooks her arm through his and it’s oddly tender, as if afraid to press too hardon his bruises. He doesn’t say anything when she glances at her phone andsmiles slightly at an incoming message. He doesn’t say anything when he turnson his phone and there aren’t any messages from his parents after she’d foundhim in the gym.

He doesn’t say anything at all, onlysmiling and humming in the way he allows himself when he’s alone with her, andshe rests her chin on his shoulder as they stare out at the empty street,waiting for the next bus to arrive with their hands around each other.

#oikawa tooru #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #sfw #female original character #i writes the haikyuu

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