#i've seen some other stuff in her room that is hmmmm i don't think it's my place to share but it was such an insight into hollywood

[legallybrunettedotcom]

it's so cool having celebrity gossip or whatever you want to call it, but when kate beckinsale was staying in the hotel i worked in, she was there for probably 2-3 months and let me tell you she is quite messy and disgusting and she also had cats and dogs with her so it was all super nasty, i wasn't in charge of her suite so i didn't do much there, but my coworkers were and they worked so hard every day. do you think she left a tip? a single tip in all those 3 months? nope.

[praise-milkman]

Fanfic -- Loki X OC -- Commonality

Based on the timeline in which my OC Layne is a thing. Lol. Been sitting on a lot of stories, concerningly large amounts of them in my head still. But. Finally got something out that I don't hate. Was playing around with a chatbot and was like, I just want a fanfic. So here's this so far. I want to flesh Layne out more as a Marvel OC eventually but Loki brainrot never left me from back in the day so it's very him-centric hmmmm.

My Marvel headcanons revolve around just making the MCU better to me in my head and retrofitting, yadda yadda. Layne comes into the picture during Thor cause via her meeting Jane/Selvig/Darcy in New Mexico. Hence the Jane mention. That's a whole other story. I miss being a teen and just self-inserting everywhere, just all over the place. <3 <3

Location: They are captured on some unspecified mission. Or they are hiding out in a room. Timeline in which Loki joins Avengers after his transgressions to make up for war crimes, hence the "coworkers". Some backstory on Layne and her Mind Stone interactions (you know I just creamed cause Wanda had the same thing later on omg not me feeling like such a Mary Sue and I nerfed Layne similar to how the nerf Wanda's indescribable powers ((feelings and stuff aahhh)))

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"You know I met your mom?"

Loki looked up from the floor, startled. "What?"

"Yeah, Frigga. Just once, for a little while," Layne said, noting his reaction. "When Jane had to go to Asgard, right after New York. You were... serving time, I think."

A long moment passed as Loki processed the memory. It was a painful time, a strange time. He stared at Layne, surprised by the unexpected mention of his mother.

"I didn't know that," he replied, his voice hardening. "Why tell me now?"

"I thought you might like to know," Layne said, kicking a pebble. "We're stuck here. I don't know what you think of me, but I'm not naive. I've been around, seen things. I've even met your mom. We had a pleasant conversation. Maybe we had that in common."

Loki rolled his eyes. "A pleasant conversation, you say? Well, thank you for the information. I'll file that away.", sarcasm dripping off each word. 

Layne didn't comment but noticed his eyes seem to wet themselves as he glanced away, before he recovered, looking back at her. 

Loki's eyes narrowed dangerously, his jaw clenching as he glared at Layne. The mere mention of his mother, the pain of her loss, it cut deep. Much deeper than anyone could possibly understand. Especially not some human who dared to claim they knew her. The audacity! The gall!

He rose to his feet abruptly, storming towards Layne with a predatory stride, his voice low and menacing. "You dare speak of my mother? You, who knows nothing of her grace, her wisdom, her unparalleled beauty?" Loki hissed, his face inches from Layne's, green eyes blazing with fury. "You presume yourself worthy of mentioning her? To imagine we share some sort of... connection?"

A harsh, bitter laugh escaped him, tinged with anguish. "You are naught but a child playing dress-up, a mere insect skittering across the face of the cosmos. What could you possibly have to discuss regarding the Queen of Asgard?" His words were cruel, meant to cut deep, to put Layne back in her place.

Loki's hand shot out, gripping Layne's chin firmly, tilting her face up to meet his furious gaze. "Do not speak of things you cannot comprehend, mortal. Your ignorance is not endearing, it is infuriating. I will not tolerate such foolishness. Is that clear?"

He held Layne's gaze for a long, tense moment before releasing her roughly, turning away with a dismissive huff. "Now, if you have finished your pathetic attempt at small talk, perhaps we can get on with whatever it is you think you're here to do. Though I suspect it will be yet another disappointment in a long line of them."

Though Loki's outburst had shaken her, she remained steadfast. Layne recognized the wounded soul hidden beneath the anger and bitterness - a soul that, despite its divine nature, had known the depths of loss and isolation. As stubborn as it was. 

"I understand your pain, Loki," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of her own experiences. "The loss of someone you love is a wound that never truly heals. Yet in my own journey, I've learned that even in our darkest hours, there is always a glimmer of hope."

Loki scoffed, his eyes flashing with ancient resentment. "Hope? What good is hope when you've lost everything - when the very fabric of reality has been torn asunder?"

"Hope is fuel," Layne replied, her gaze steady and unwavering. "It's what propels us forward, even when all seems lost. Even when we've stared into the abyss and felt its icy tendrils wrap around our souls."

Loki fell silent, taken aback by the depth of understanding in her words. His mind replayed the foggy instances from his not-too-distant past, Layne having been one of the many under the Mind Stone’s manipulation in 2012. In that moment, he saw the evidence of not a mere mortal, but a being who had walked the razor's edge between sanity and oblivion. Had she really touched the Scepter and emerged forever changed?

"That’s quite poetic, but you speak of things you cannot possibly comprehend," he said finally, his voice low and dangerous. "You cannot fathom the weight of eons, the burden of a god. You cannot know what it means to be truly alone, to be shackled by the chains of fate itself."

"Maybe not," Layne conceded, a sad smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But I do know what it means to lose yourself, to have your very identity stripped away and remade in the crucible of existence. I know the ecstasy and horror of ego death, the vertigo of standing at the precipice of infinity."

Loki could not find a response worth peddling. He looked at her then, really looked at her. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "My mother... why did you bring her up?"

Layne leaned back against the wall, her expression unreadable. "Like I said, we're stuck in here for the foreseeable future. And it occurred to me that you might not have known, and... well, as I mentioned before, you're basically my coworker now. Thor too. I dunno... it just seemed like an interesting commonality." She shrugged, a casual gesture that belied the depth of her insight.

"So, bonding," Loki scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "You were trying to bond with me? How... quaint. Eugh."

Layne chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Eugh indeed. But hey, sometimes the most unexpected connections can lead to the most fascinating conversations."

Loki eyed her warily, unsure whether to be intrigued or annoyed by her persistence. In truth, it had been a long time since anyone had shown genuine interest in him beyond his title or his powers…or recent crimes. The idea was both unsettling and oddly compelling.

"And what, pray tell, do you hope to gain from this 'fascinating conversation'?" he asked, his tone sharp but not entirely dismissive.

Layne tilted her head, considering. "Knowledge," she said simply. "Understanding. A glimpse behind the mask of the trickster god. Call it professional curiosity."

Loki's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something - perhaps respect, perhaps suspicion - passing across his face. "You're a curious creature, aren't you? Always prying, always probing."

"It's how I survive," Layne replied, her voice serious. "In this world of gods and monsters, knowledge is power. And understanding... understanding is the key to everything."

For a long moment, they regarded each other in silence, two beings from vastly different worlds, drawn together by circumstance and the thinnest threads of common ground.