#just because he was so lost and full of rage toward Asgard and Thor and the world

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Oooh this is so interesting.

You’re one of the few people I’ve seen who also thinks that Thanos’s… mistreatment, let’s say- of Loki was more subtle. And I think Loki had a tad bit more agency than just being kidnapped and used as a slave.

I always describe it as Loki going in kahoots with the scariest mafia boss in the galaxy (Thanos ofc). Like he chose to “ally” with him and he willingly went along with his plan, but he was terrified of him all the while.

And if you add this layer- that Loki actually came to see Thanos as a father figure at a time in his life when he desperately needed one- then this scenario makes even more sense.

Like he was hurt and lost and pissed so he started up this unequal partnership with Thanos, and even though he got put through hell in his time working with him, he never tried to break their partnership because- along with having his pain and lostness and anger heightened by the mind stone- he also was loyal to Thanos and looked up to him in this really twisted way. I just-

Wow. Emotions.

Loki attacking earth like his frost giant ancestors before him (I wonder if thanos knew he was a frost giant btw)

Loki really went "if you won't accept me as an Asgardian, I'll be as obnoxiously Jotun as I can" and I respect him for it.

Alternatively, one could say that in his quest to destroy that part of his identity, he solidified it, but that's slightly less great 😬

I definitely think that Thanos knew he was a Frost Giant. I don't know if there's anything to really back it up in canon or if it's just my headcanons getting the best of me, but I get the feeling Thanos knows a lot about Loki and his life and his grievances. I feel like The Avengers worked out too well for it to have all been a coincidence. In his grief and his anger and his confusion, it makes perfect sense for Loki to have latched onto that desire for a throne and that need to get back at Thor by taking over his beloved Earth, and the fact that Thanos chose Loki specifically for this task makes me think that he knew that. I know it's the common theme among Loki stans to say that Thanos did nothing but torture him and was a monster through and through, but I like to think that Thanos's manipulation was more subtle than that, and that while the Mind Stone was leeching away at what little sanity he had left, Loki almost trusted him. Because he was so desperate for a father figure and we know Thanos likes to play The Dad™ to orphans (usually after making them orphans but maybe he makes exceptions for people who latch onto him like lost kittens) and I think Loki absolutely would have confided in him because he thought he'd finally found someone who cares. And I don't think he realized until it was all over and he was free from the Mind Stone's hold on him that it was a bad idea, and by that point, there was nothing he could do but watch the world burn.

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What I Missed - Loki Laufeyson

summary: while in custody at the TVA, loki realizes what he misses from the future, only to be surprised by what he gets in the present

word count: 2100+

warnings: a little angsty, a little emotional, mention of loki’s death, episode 1 spoilers

Today was certainly not Loki’s day.

Over the course of a few hours (or more, or less, this is the TVA, afterall) he had been in the custody of the Avengers, had happened upon the Tesseract and escaped from New York. It seemed too good to be true, and it was. Just when he thought he had truly outsmarted the Earthly heroes again, he was imprisoned and taken again.

Now here he was, under the supervision of the Time Variance Authority and one, Mobius, a bizarre administrator in charge of tracking down the most dangerous of variants. It all seemed like madness to Loki. He was used to silly games and grandiose tricks but this story of timelines and space lizards seemed beyond even his own trickery. It seemed downright absurd. And annoying.

He had been subject to what he would call an interrogation. Mobius, however, called it a simple conversation. A slideshow of his life, his “greatest hits” as Mobius had called it and a relentless fire of questions, the memory of which continued to burn in his memory:

Should you return, what are you going to do?

King of Midgard? Then what, happily ever after?

King of Space?

Why does someone with so much capability just want to rule?

Do you enjoy hurting people?

That one had burned most of all. Did he enjoy hurting people? Hardly. And it was upsetting to him that anyone would think that. But he also understood what he appeared to be to every other living creature. He had just relived the moment in which he killed that daft agent and his mother. His mother. He refused to believe he was at fault for that. Frigga was the only person who truly saw him and whom Loki cared for deeply. But it seemed so clear in the moving picture, he had led them right to her.

It was in that moment, with tears and rage in his eyes, he knew he needed to get out of the disastrous time circus. He no longer cared to be a monkey in this ring. If he could find the tesseract, he could escape and be free once again.

That plan had gone almost perfectly. The only thing that went wrong - there is no magic in the TVA. No matter how many times he held the tesseract in his hands, wishing it to take him back to Midgard or Asgard, he was met with nothing but the bland walls in this TVA Time Theater. There was no hope in escaping.

Feeling exhausted, Loki slowly moves toward the table in the center of the room. He sits down and admires the machine in front of him. As grim as the stories it held could be, it was still quite fascinating that it could replay the highlights from his life - in a weird way, at least. He reaches out and turns the knob, searching for the moment his mother dies. He finds it and watches in silence for a while, tears beginning to fall down his face.

He turns the knob again.

He sees a future version of himself sitting next to his father and Thor. He watches as his father declares his love for his sons. Sons, plural. Both Thor and him. A small smile graces Loki’s face before Odin disappears, leaving the two men behind. Loki holds back a sob as tears continue to flood from his eyes. His father did love him, did see purpose for him. He wasn’t just the mischievous son. He’s sad that it took this long to understand that, and sad that he never got to experience this himself, even if a future version of him did.

Another turn of the knob.

This scene immediately feels different. He sees a garden, full of life, beautiful flowers blooming in every direction. He sees himself, sitting under a tree smiling next to a young woman. As the scene progresses he realizes this version of him is smiling at you. He lets out a small gasp when he watches the pair share a kiss and wipes the quickly falling tears from his cheeks. He had always loved you, but had never gotten the chance to tell you. The two of you had met through Thor, when he brought both you and Jane to Asgard. He had taken to you quickly, enjoying your similar sarcasm and humor - something that was scarce within his home realm. You, like his mother, had always seen the good in him and had understood his struggle. It was something he would never understand, you being of Midgard. You knew what he had done and had been there to see the destruction, but still saw him not as the God of Mischief or Earth Enemy #1, only Loki. He aches for the fact that he never got to feel the happiness his future self did, especially when it was happiness with you.

Turn the knob.

Loki and Thor stand in a room together. Loki lets out a small laugh in the midst of his tears, wondering how his oaf of a brother managed to lose an eye. Maybe a dumb bet between the two of them, maybe there was a battle amongst the nine realms. He’s quickly pulled from his thoughts as he hears Thor speak.

“Maybe you’re not so bad after all, brother.”

“Maybe not,” the future Loki responds.

“Thank you,” Thor replies, “If you were here, I might even give you a hug.”

“I’m here.”

Loki smiles and nods to himself. From where he’s sitting now, it’s a wonder that he and his brother ever made up. He realizes now that the fighting and the sibling rivalry may have all been in his head. He, again, curses himself for leaving New York and allowing himself to miss these moments that he’s been waiting his whole life for.

Fast-forward.

He and you lay in a room, seemingly on the same ship as the previous scene. You lay snug against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You hum softly before speaking up.

“I love you, you know.”

By the look on both of your faces, it’s the first time this has been said out loud. There’s nervous tension in the room, Loki can feel it through this screen. He somehow knows the words his future self is going to say before he hears them.

“I love you too, darling. You bring out the best in me.”

You snuggle closer to him, if that’s even possible, and there’s a comfortable silence for a few seconds. Loki takes a moment to admire this picture. It was something he had wanted since he had first met you on Asgard. You had stuck out like a sore thumb, dressed in your casual Midgardian clothes. He couldn’t have missed you even if he tried, nobody could have. And boy was he glad about that now.

“Promise me something,” he watches himself say.

“Anything,” you whisper. “Anything for you, Loki.”

“Promise me, no matter what, you’ll always help me see the good in myself. I’ve too long suffered at the hands of those who desperately wish for me to see the bad.”

You let out a laugh and the Loki stuck in time laughs with you, “Oh, Loki. I wish you could see yourself as I see you. But I promise.”

“Thank you, my love.”

“You, Loki, may be a God, but you will always just be the man I fell in love with. The good, kind, and honorable man I call mine.”

Turn, again.

Loki sees himself kneeling and before he can question why, he watches as his future self moves to attack someone in front of him. When Loki realizes it's Thanos, he’s quickly on his feet, moving closer to the screen. The tears are gone now, and a silent rage burns behind his eyes. There was nothing from Loki but hate for the purple titan. He watches in horror as Thanos picks Loki up from the floor, a death grip on his neck. Loki wonders to himself how he would get himself out of this scenario had he been there. He assumes an illusion would do the trick. However, he notices your distraught figure behind the mad titan. He can hear your screams as you kneel next to Thor, who is imprisoned in cuffs. He hears you call out to him and he knows this will not end well. His suspicions are right when he watches his death. A shocked gasp comes from his throat as the tape in front of him runs out, nothing left to show.

Loki quickly sits back down and closes his eyes, trying his hardest to process the vision he saw. To one version of him, these would have been experiences and now memories. To him, though, these were all subtle tastes of a life he lost. He lost a touching moment with his father and a long awaited declaration of love from him. He lost the reconciliation with his brother and the confession that they had been more partners than rivals. Even though to him it had not yet happened, he missed it all, and it upset him deeply.

What hurt Loki the most was the idea that he lost his chance to feel his love reciprocated. Loki had never had much luck with romance. He was often seen as the sly younger brother and was usually too occupied to try and compete with Thor for the maidens at court. When he met you, he thought he had a chance. You were the first woman who saw him as his own person and not just as Thor’s brother. The relationship between the two of you had blossomed quickly and he found himself always sneaking away from his princely duties to see you. He had shown you his favorite places in Asgard and had opened up to you in ways he had never done before. He loved you and wanted you to be his. His one regret was not initiating a relationship before you had left for Midgard. And he thought his chances had been ruined by his actions in New York. Oh, how wrong he was.

Before Loki can dwell on his future more, Mobius comes bursting into the room.

“Ah Loki, glad you made your way back here. I have something for you,” he says.

“If this is another one of your tricks, I’m not currently in the mood,” Loki responds coolly.

“Just trust me on this one.”

Mobius shouts over his shoulder for someone to “bring her in.” Loki eyes the guards who walk in suspiciously until he notices who they bring with them. He can hardly believe his eyes. The gods in all the realms must be smiling down on him today, after all, because there you stand. He takes in your hideous red and white space suit, emblazoned with the Avengers logo, and he’s at least thankful he missed whatever battle this suit was required for.

He quickly stands and rushes over to you, a smile quickly gracing his face. You meet his gaze with a smile that is just as big and tears begin to flow from your eyes.

“Loki,’ you start. “Is that really you?”

He nods and speaks, although his words are barely audible, “It’s me, my love.”

“God, I thought I lost you forever. That’s why I went back in time to find you.”

Loki nods, now, unable to believe what he’s hearing, “You went back to find me?”

“Yes, but look what good that did me,” you say with a smirk. Loki’s heart pulls and he feels he could fall over right there. Norns, he missed you and your witty humor.

“Well,” he says, reciprocating your sly attitude, “You found me did you not? I might not be the same Loki as you knew, but I am still Loki.”

“The good, kind, and honorable Loki that I call mine.”

Loki smiles and you move forward to give him a hug. You’re cautious, though, because you aren’t exactly sure what part of the timeline this Loki came from. Maybe you had already been dating, maybe not. That was something to figure out another time though.

“Alright then,” Mobius says from behind you, “Let’s get you two caught up on what you missed with each other.”

Today was certainly not Loki’s day. And he had cursed all that was good that he had ended up at the TVA, taken from the life he knew. But now? He didn’t mind. He knew the relationships that were broken with his brother and father had been mended, he knew that one version of him had sacrificed himself for good and he had you, not only in memory but in the flesh. And sure, you had lots to rediscover within your relationship, but you would do that together.

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Just Hold Me

I had a dream that got stuck in my brain, so I decided to turn it into a Loki x fem!reader fanfic. Here it is. Please be gentle this is the first but of my writing I've shared.

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: After a rough battle fighting with the Avengers you skip the party to recover in your room at the Avengers tower. There you're visited by a drunk Thor and a comforting Loki.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: non consensual kissing, mention of assault, pain, mention of death, they all need therapy

What to expect: Me turning a dream into a Loki fluff therapy session.

From your room in the Avengers tower you could still hear the sounds of the party. Another victory for the team meant another raging party to celebrate. You loved a good party, but you had taken a few too many hits during the mission and had chosen to head back to your room.

A knock sounded at your door, "Y/N, are you there?" You heard the gruff voice of Thor.

The god of thunder and his brother Loki had become members of the team after defeating the Dark Elves in London. There had been a drunken night when Loki confessed to you he had considered faking his own death and stealing the throne of Asgard. But Loki had chosen to help fight, winning the battle and the approval of the Avengers. Not everyone had accepted them completely, but you understand that people were capable of change and had become friends with the pair.

"Y/N?!?" Thor called again, pounding a little harder on the door.

You rise from your bed and walk to the door, opening it you find a very clearly drunk Thor. It took a great deal of drinking to get the god drunk. You chuckle thinking about how much he must have consumed, but then notice that his eyes are full of tears.

"Thor, what's wrong?"

"Can I come in?"

Normally you didn't let anyone into your room. You were a fairly open person, happy to share, but your room was your safe place to get away and recharge. Standing there, leaning slightly against your door frame Thor looked completely broken, so you open the door and gesture for him to enter. Leaving the door open you follow Thor into the room.

You weren't sure how to handle having a guest in your room. But Thor walked over and sat on your bed, like he owned the place. "I'm sorry to bother you, I just, I was at that party and everything was good. You know we had that Asgardian wine brought in, so much better than anything here on Midgard. But then I saw a woman in the crowd that looked just like her. And I thought, I don't know, I thought maybe she had only faked it, maybe she'd just been lost and now she'd come to find me. I ran over to her, but the woman was just some stranger."

From your spot learning against the wall you asked, "Who do you mean? Jane?"

"Ha, I've lost her too. I seem to lose everyone I care about. But no. I thought I saw my mother"

That broke your heart. That same drunken night when Loki had confessed thinking of faking his own death, you two had also talked about Frigga's death. Unsure how to comfort the god then you had sat with Loki, holding his hand while he cried. Loki had been so close with Frigga, a part of Loki had changed when the guard had delivered the news of her death. Being in prison unable to even attend the funeral had stirred a desire to be a better person in Loki.

Even though you had seen Loki's grief, somehow Thor had seemed stronger, less affected, but Frigga was his mother, too. The loss of a parent is a terrible thing to deal with no matter how strong of a person you might appear to be. And clearly alcohol made the Asgardians emotional wrecks, because here now was the god of thunder sitting on your bed, body racking with sobs.

You sat down next to Thor, reaching to take his hand. Instead Thor pulled you into a crushing hug. Your first instinct was to pull away from the pain, you had really taken a beating in that fight. But Thor was your friend and he was hurting inside, so you relaxed. Rubbing circles on his back, you whispered "it's ok, you're ok" while you let him cry on your shoulder. The two of you sat like that for a long while before Thor released his hold on you.

You were about to ask Thor if he was feeling better, when he looked down at you and leaned in to kiss you. A million thoughts ran through your brain all at once. Fear struck you the strongest, and you scrambled away, backing up until your back was against the headboard. "What are you doing?"

"Um, kissing you," Thor said as he crawled toward you, hovering over you he leaned to try and kiss you.

"Well, stop it" you put your arms in front of your face trying to push him away. "Stop it, stop it, stop it"

Thor's strong arms easily push your own hands out of the way. But just as Thor leaned in towards you, he was ripped from on top of you.

Frightened, you look up to see Loki shoving Thor away, placing himself between you and Thor. "The lady told you to stop. What has gotten into you brother?"

"You don't know anything stupid brother, just leave us alone" Thor lunges for Loki, but Thor is still far too intoxicated to stand a chance in a fight. Loki easily pushes back and Thor nearly crashes into the wall.

Before Thor can lunge again Loki summons a pair of daggers and points then at Thor. "Brother you're drunk. You need to calm down. I don't want to hurt you, but if you try to hurt Y/N, I'll have no choice."

"Brother you wouldn't dare."

Loki points the daggers more directly at Thor "I don't know what is happening here but you know that I will do anything to defend a lady's honor."

"Oh, so you're just such a hero now? A perfect little prince charming? You're not defending anything. You're just jealous because Y/N invited me into her room and not you."

You stand up, careful to stay behind Loki. "Thor, nothing was going to happen between us. You came to me, crying and I offered you a hand to hold because I knew you missed your mother. You hugged me and I let you because you are my friend. But that's it. You are my friend and I don't want any more than that. You should thank Loki for keeping you from doing something you'd have regretted."

"You think I'd regret kissing you?"

"No, I think you'd regret kissing someone who didn't want to be kissed. You'd regret taking advantage of someone you cared about."

"I, I thought you'd want to kiss me"

"You buffoon, not everyone wants to have their face crushed in by your giant head."

"Hush Loki," you walk toward Thor, Loki tries to pull you back behind him but you touch his arm gently, and step forward. "Thor you know I do care about you, but I don't feel that way about you. Look, I know you have had a lot to drink tonight. And you have a lot of emotions running through you. I mean you thought you saw your mother, that has to be really hard to deal with. But you made a mistake."

"I thought, I just. Uh, I'm sorry"

"I know. Right now I think it is best if you go back to your room, get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning, once you're sober."

"But,"

"You heard her brother. She is giving you a very generous offer. If you don't accept and leave now, I will make you. And I won't be nice about it."

With a final look at you, Thor leaves your room.

Once Loki is sure that Thor is gone, he sets his daggers down and turns to you. You register that he chose to set them down rather than magic then away, but chart it away as a question for later.

Approaching you, hands raised like you are an animal he is afraid to spook Loki asks, "Y/N, are you ok?"

"Yes, yes. I'm fine." Which is a lie, you're anything but ok. Unsteady on your feet, you nearly collapse.

Loki reaches to catch you and leads you to sit on the bed, "oh Y/N, what did he do to you? I'll kill him if he has hurt you."

"Thank you, but I'm actually just a little worse off than I thought from that fight today. All this has just made me extra aware of how tired I am."

"I'll go get Banner or Strange, or one of the others."

"No," you reach and grab onto his arm.

He looks down at the way your hands tremble as they hold onto his arm. "But, Y/N, you are unwell."

"I'm not sick. I'm not injured, well not more than normal after a fight. I'm just tired. Honest."

"Well then I'll leave you to rest"

But you only hold more tightly, "please don't"

"Don't what?" His breath catches as he looks down into your eyes.

"Please don't leave me. I don't, I don't want to be alone right now."

"Ok, I'll stay." Loki sits next to you, shifting his arm to take your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder and look at the interlocking of your fingers with his.

"Thank you."

"Thor is a buffoon, but I don't think he meant to harm you. He's not used to anyone not wanting him. Not that what he did was ok. I'm not trying to say it was ok."

"Loki, I know. I understand that he was hurting. And I guess I'm a beacon of comfort and he mistook that for romantic attraction. Honestly I think he would have stopped once he realized what he was doing. But I'm still so glad you were there."

Despite Loki's comforting hold, and the circles he was tracing with his long thumb, your hands still shook. "Y/N is there something more bothering you?"

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "When I saw your brother crawling towards me, I got so scared. I didn't see Thor, my friend. I saw that crazy guy from the factory today."

You could feel the moment the switch clicked and rage burned in Loki, "Wait did something happen? I don't remember a guy. Did this guy…, did he …, do something to you? I will end him."

"Oh Loki, my sweet murderous Loki. You actually already did."

"What?"

"You probably don't even remember, it was the heat of the battle. I'd gone in to clear the next room when I got knocked down and bumped my head. When I woke up, one of the baddies was dragging me by my ankle into the office, muttering about a sweet reward. How much fun he was going to have with me. He was reaching for me when you stormed in. I don't think you even saw me behind the desk, but you grabbed the guy before he could touch me. I didn't see what you did to him, but I heard it and it sounded very bloody."

"Oh gods, Y/N, I had no idea you were there in the back office. That guy looked deranged, even if we hadn't all been given orders to kill on sight I would have killed that man. If I'd known you were there I'd have made sure you were ok."

"I hid under the desk until you'd left and then I ran straight back to the jet. I felt so bad for not helping more with the fight, but…"

"Y/N, no one would ever blame you for running. That's not something anyone should have to face. Oh gods, and then my stupid brother had to come in and loom over you."

"He didn't know."

"No but that doesn't mean it wasn't terrifying, just the same."

You can't find the right words, and simply give a small nod. After a second of silence the question pops back into your brain. "Why did you leave your daggers on my nightstand? Why didn't you magic then away like you normally do?"

"Oh, uh, I was going to offer to let you borrow them. Just in case Thor tried to come back and visit."

"That's really sweet, but I've never been good with knives. I don't know if I'd even know what to do with them."

"Hmm well is there anything I can do to make you feel safer?"

There was a moment when you thought about saying, no. Telling Loki you'd be safe with his daggers, and sending him back to his room. But you couldn't do it. You could not send Loki away. Not when he felt like the only safe thing in the world. A breath of air after you'd been drowning all night. So you asked what you really wanted, not caring that it made you feel vulnerable.

"Can you hold me?"

"Are you sure you want that?"

"Yes I'm sure. I mean if you don't want to, I won't make you."

Loki gingerly wraps his arms around you, until you squeeze him half to death and he returns with a proper hug. Still holding you he says "I just didn't know if you'd want to be touched after… today and then my brother"

"You are not a brutish villain and you are not your brother. Do not take this as anything but a compliment, but right now the fact that you're not a big oversized muscle man is really comforting. And well neither men got the chance to do anything because of you."

"Y/N, I am so sorry you had to go through all of this. But I'm really happy that you find me comforting. I have done some terrible things that I deeply regret. And I've been afraid for so long that I'd never be able to find someone who felt safe around me."

"Everyone in this tower has done things that they can't take back. Things they regret. Including myself." You breathe in the scent of Loki, winter frost mixed with leather and metal, wondering when that scent had become so comforting to you. "But for right now, your arms feel like home and I don't want to ever leave."

"I will be here to hold you as long as you need."

"I'm going to take you up on that offer, because I might have a concussion, so you're going to have to watch me to make sure I don't die while I sleep."

"Humans are far too fragile."

"That we are. But that's an issue to deal with another day. Right now I just need you to hold me." You whisper as you lie yourself down, pulling Loki down with you. Carefully he wraps his arms around you pulling your little spoon body against his own big spoon body. Listening intently to your breathing as you drift asleep, Loki decides that he never wants to stop holding you.

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Meant To Be - Loki x Fem! Reader

Summary: Much to your displeasure, your parents have promised you away to the God of Mischief of all people.

Tags: Arranged Marriage AU, Light Elf! Reader

Warnings: Aside from Loki hating himself, nothing.

Words: 2878

I Masterlist I

A/N: Some good old-fashioned, ‘redeemed after The Avengers and the other movies didn’t happen’ Loki. Like, really cheesy, self-indulgent 2012 stuff. I just want to ignore all misery that happens in the series okay?

“Ew! Stop it!”

You were eight at the time when you and Loki first met, by means of negotiation between both your parents.

If only you knew that this encounter should be the first impression of what should be your husband in the near future...

Frigga and Odin could only plead for their son to be on his best behavior - but well, it’s the God of Mischief we’re talking about. Must be hard to inherit such a title from your very birth.

Just when you put the little bonquet of flowers he had picked up for you towards your face to admire it, several little spiders emerged from the blossoms.

“You’re no fun.” The raven-haired boy stood a safe distance away from you, arms crossed as his gleeful laughter turned into a broad sulk. "And your ears are weird.”

“I hate you!” you screeched in your childish rage, throwing the flowers to the ground and trampling onto them. “Where’s your brother? Thor is way nicer than you!”

“Well, why don’t you marry him then?!” he mocked to cover up his hurt pride, picking up a handful of dirt and throwing it in your direction. 

“I don’t need any friends anyway...” the little boy whispered to himself, running away from the scene with tears filling the corner of his eyes. 

“I don’t need anyone. I’m way better than all of them!”

Not even Frigga was fast enough to catch up with him, while Odin uttered some fake apologies to your parents, promising them that everything will go as planned.

You on the other hand were running towards your mother, tightly grabbing onto her dress. “He’s mean! I wanna go home!”

As Queen of the Light Elves, your mother was a being full of grace and composure - and you were hoping to one day become such a formidable person as well.

She bowed down to your height, petting your hair as you rubbed the mixture of tears and dirt from your cheeks. Just her bright smile alone would sometimes be enough to make you forget about your worries - but not today.

“My sweet child” she cooed, cradling you in her arms. “One day you’ll understand.”

However, this would be the last time you paid Asgard a visit - at least until now. Because no matter how deeply you wished to never meet him again, the words your mother spoke on that day haunted you all those years:

“For this is your duty as a princess.”

[Present Day - Asgard]

It felt so unreal when you stuck your head outside of the wooden carriage, the wind playing with your hair as your glare wandered over the rainbow bridge you were crossing.

Silence strained the air, your parents unable to do even so much as look into your eyes. Hel, how you wished this was only a dream.

Behind you was a whole company of Light Elves, transporting all of your belongings to what should be your homecountry from now on.

Now there was no way back, that much was sure.

You were supposed to meet your soon-to-be husband on that very same day, one day before your wedding to be precize.

One could only guess why you weren’t allowed to visit Asgard again for all those years, even though you were practically born just for this reason - for this person.

To become Loki’s bride was your involuntary purpose, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be truly free.

Maybe your parents thought the God of Mischief to have a bad influence on their growing daughter, pulling you into his harmless yet dishonorable schemes. Or they simply feared you to refuse marrying said man if you got to know him better, finding out just what kind of person you were promised to.

Not that your parents were pleased either...everyone in the Nine Realms knew the stories.

To Odin, there was no point in hiding the disgrace his adoptive son had brought over Asgard. Not only was he responsible for an attack on Midgard, sacrificing thousands of lives for his own sake, drunken by greed for power.

But all of you were shocked to hear that Loki Odinson - or rather Laufeyson - was never Asgardian to begin with.

A Frost Giant.

Among your kind, they were known to be one of the most terrible abominations in the nine realms, and murderer of countless of your kind - and this should be the father to your future children?

Only thinking about this cruel twist of fate made you want to vomit...

So why did you agree to proceed with the preparations as if nothing had happened? How in Alfheim’s name could you reject their offer to wed you to Thor instead of that lunatic?

Was it that through your upbringing and royal duties, you had lost your own free will? Or simply fear of stepping aside the path that everyone had prepared for you?

It was probably the fact that you didn’t want to get into true love’s way...you and Thor stayed in brief contact through Heimdall, and you just knew how much that human girl meant to him.

You were kinda jealous, though...the concept of being in love was foreign to you, having a vague idea of it from novels only. But real life just wasn’t meant to be that was, was it?

You couldn’t escape your fate, that was what it was - for this treaty would unite both kingdoms, bringing peace and wealth for all of their inhabitants.

No way you could be so selfish as to decline...even if it meant you had to suffer for the rest of your life.

“My Ladyship, we have arrived!” a guard spoke as he knocked on the carriage door, with your parents hinting that you needed to step out first.

The very same guard now yelled from the pit of his lungs, making you feel the whole Kingdom of Asgard could hear. “Now arriving: Lady Y/N Y/L/N, eldest Princess of Alfheim and heir to the throne.”

You heared the people whispering as you took your first, insecure steps, blinded by the bright daylight.

“She’s so pale, like ice” or “Why are her ears like that?” were rather nice comments compared to others plainly calling you ugly, scary or a ‘disgrace’.

Of course your Kingdoms had been in a war for several decades, but this was long in the past - before your very birth, even. So what’s the reason you should bear with such hostility in the place everyone expected you to call ‘home’ from now on?

One thing was clear from the very beginning: You would never belong here.

“May I?” a dark, husky voice interrupted your self-pitying. You blinked heavily, still trying to adjust to all those golden surroundings, until your blurry vision finally cleared up.

“C’mon.” The voice belonged to the man in front of you, looking gravely nervous with sweat dripping from his forehead. He was reaching out a hand for you to take, and you gladly accepted since you didn’t want to embarass yourself further by falling out of the carriage.

And still, you managed to somehow miss a step and fall right into his arms. “Oh my, so clumsy” the man snickered as he catched you, clearing his throat as you grabbed onto his chest to regain balance. "Not very graceful for someone of your status.”

“And you are-” The words got stuck in your throat when you stared back into those eyes, their emerald green awaking memories you’d rather forgotten entirely. “L-Loki!”

“Exactly, my dear. The one and only.” Smooth and calm, he  pecked a kiss on the back of your hand, andyou couldn’t help but admire just how well he had aged: His wild locks were combed back, sharp features complimenting his face as he tried his best to give you his most innocent smile.

Yet you kept your guard up, always expecting him to somehow embarass you just for the fun of it. “When it comes to him, always expect the unexpected” Thor once warned you, and you won’t forget about it that easily.

“It’s a pleasure finally meeting you” was your firm declaration, only to be rewarded with a scoff. “You are speaking to the God of Lies, Lady Y/N - there is no use in trying to deceive me” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver in unpleasant anticipation.

“Carry her belongings to my rooms” he dismissed the servants with a simple gesture of his hand, offering his other arm for you to cling on as he escorted you through the palace.

The giant halls were almost empty, nothing like back on Alfheim where you and your brethren would enjoy each other’s company in midst of nature. A sole tear escaped your eye when you thought back to those carefree days, which are now over.

“Are you alright, m’lady?” Much to your surprise, your fiancé sounded honestly concerned about your well-being. “If you are tired, we can postpone our tour of the palace until you’ve rested.”

 “May I speak from the heart?” You gulped after finishing that sentence, scaring yourself with all the stories you’ve heared about this mad troublemaker.

Somehow you had the feeling that if you were to overstep your boundaries with that brute, it would have consequences beyond your imagination. He might seem generous and polite right this moment, but what would someone like him do if you enrage him? Countless images were circling in your head, one worse than the other.

Loki furrowed his brows, exhalinge deeply. For him, your expression was an open book to what you were thinking right now.

“Y/N, my dear Lady, if you want it or not: Starting tomorrow, we share a bond. I am deeply sorry that a veritable flower as you are had to end up with someone like me, but I promise to treat you as well as possible.”

Turning around so you’d not detect how it hurt him to speak from the heart, he added with a shaky voice “Yet there is no reason for you to hold back your hatred for me. No harm will come your way, I swear upon the little honor I have left.”

Even though his words made you feel a deep sympathy with the god, you weren’t quite sure if you could decipher truth or deceit in them. Maybe he just wanted to lure you into saying what you truly thought of him?

He’s right - you will have to spend the rest of your life with him, so don’t mess this up from the very start!

“I-I don’t hate you!” was the first thing you blurted out, grabbing onto his cloak. Loki turned around, rising his eyebrow as he scanned your face for any hint of a lie.

Althrough it was the truth, at least to a certain extend. You’ve seen each other only once, when you were still little. The rest is all tales and rumours, but you personally don’t have a reason to despise him.

There was no way you could promise to accept his past or heritage, let alone forgive him - yet as long as he’d treat you with respect, you’d return the favour.

“T-There’s just a question on my mind this whole time...aren’t you mad? I-I mean someone like- well...like you...” you gestured around awkardly, almost making him crack a smile. “I mean...I thought you wouldn’t let your parents dictate your life.”

Another deep sigh escaping his mouth, this times with his eyes closed. “This isn’t about Asgard or my adoptive parents. I choose my own path.”

Suddenly, Loki wrapped one arm around you, flicking his fingers with the free one.

“Hold onto me” he ordered indifferent as he casted his spell, teleporting both of you away before you could even comprehend, let alone ask him what he was doing.

It happened in the fraction of a second, yet felt like hovering through an empty space for an eternity.

“Now open your eyes.” You hadn’t even realized that you squeezed them shut during the shift, slowly opening them while Loki lifted your chin with his index finger.

The environment was magnificent. Had you ever seen something this beautiful in your whole life?

Obviously you had no clue where you were, but this was the first time seeing so much untouched nature on Asgard. There were flowers blooming in all colours imagineable, clear rivers crossing the lands in between grassy hills, and animals nearby a small forrest.

“It’s not like I didn’t educate myself about the Light Elves and their way of living” Loki stammered, unconsciously intertwining your fingers with yours as he watched you admiring the view. “So I could make you comfortable here, I mean.”

He plummeted down on the grass, still a little wet from the morning dew, and gestured for you to do the same. It was weird, actually, but also somehow adorable - how the infamous ‘Silver Tongue’ had lost his ability with words. “I’ve done very little right in my life full of wrongs. Hurt a lot of people.”

“Mmmhh” you hummed approvingly, not knowing what else to say - yet for some reason, you didn’t let go off of his hand, squeezing it ever so slightly.

“And even though I can’t possibly redeem myself, I wish to change for the better.” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. “I just never knew how to start.”

Loki Odinson really was full of surprises. He was nothing like the child you’ve met long ago, and the complete opposite of what you imagined the ‘God of Mischief’ to be.

You had expected a power-hungry, selfish and cruel man to wed you - and yet there he was: Insecure and broken, only a shell of the person he once was.

Just what had you missed all those years? What things happened to break someone’s will like this?

And was he truly beyond repair?

“Those past weeks, I have visited Alfheim more times than you could comprehend” he giggled nervously, avoiding your eyes. “Concealed, of course.”

Well, that sounded kind of weird, but you knew better than to talk someone down who was just opening up to you. So your sole answer was “What for?”

“There was no way a criminal like me would still be seemed fit for this ceremony - and yet I was given this chance anyway. My mother told me that it was you who insisted on carrying on the arrangement, so...I just wanted to know what person would be willingly ruin their life.”

Something different was shining through the god’s orbs, and you couldn’t quite decipher it. Was it hope? Hope, that if you had given him a chance, his life could lead into a different direction? To change himself from the burden that was his birth title?

“I-I guess I don’t want to mess this up like I always do” he whimpered barely audible, before staring at you in shock and embarassment. Until now, he hadn’t realized just how vulnerable he made himself.

Just what the hell would you think about him now? You probably had lost any respect, or thought himself to be crazy. How weak...

So he was quick to put on the confident facade again, wearing his smug grin as if that all was just part of a big joke only he’d understand. But even though you barely knew him, he couldn’t fool you.

“Sometimes it’s enough just to try.” Your head turned from the sight of nature to your fiancé and back several times, before you brought up the courage and put a hand on his shoulder, whispering “So you can’t really mess this up.”

“Gladly you don’t seem to know yet just how much misery I cause.” He kept that thought to himself, to not scare you away.

“I am aware that you could never love someone like me, Y/N. But I can provide for you, dedicate myself to making you content with being my wife. My newfound purpose.”

The purpose of a war criminal - that sure put yourself under a lot of pressure. And still, it made you somewhat proud, and grateful as well. Because it was the first time someone valued you as a person, and not the princess of Alfheim.

Unaware of how much time had passed, both of you would get used to each other’s presence in silence, enjoying the nature while you processed this eventful day.

Exhausted from the long travel and all that rollercoaster of emotion, you soon found yourself dazzling into sleep onto Loki’s shoulder. If only you could see him adore you, staring in awe that someone could actually feel so safe in his presence.

Carefully, the god picked you up, gently lifting you on his arms to make your way back to the palace, where everyone was frantically searching for both of you. Well, Loki was used to trouble -  but right now, it was worth it.

May it be right or wrong, and even though you couldn’t explain this sentiment, you had a good feeling when it came to the things that were just about to come.

“You won’t regret your decision, Y/N Y/L/N. On my side, I assure you a bright future.”

[the-sound-of-her-wings]

In a Crowd of Thousands

Loki x Gender Neutral!Reader, set in between Thor: The Dark World and Thor: Ragnarok. Loki is currently pretending to be Odin.

Word Count: 1,744

Contains: Reunions, Threats of Violence, Angst?, Fluff?

Inspiration: In a Crowd of Thousands from Anastasia.

As the child of one of Vanaheim’s two senators, you were expected to make appearances with your mother often- or as often as an 8-year-old would allow. People weren’t exactly expecting you to appear at every signing of a bill into law, but they were expecting to see you at fun things. The kind of events that kids dream of taking a part of, or at least look up at in wonder. This was one of those events: a parade celebrating the over thousand-year peace between Asgard and Vanaheim, cemented when Frigga and Odin were married.

You sat high on a carriage, next to your mother. You were dressed in fine Vanheimian silks, enshrouding your body and making a hot summer that much more unbearable. You began to fuss with the sleeves on your outfit when you took notice of something odd. A small child, extremely disheveled and dirty, staring directly at you from the crowd.

As your carriage moved by, you saw him begin to move, trying to catch up with you. The guards spot him, but they can’t catch him. He is able to dodge them and escape from the crowd into the parade. He begins to run towards you, shouting your name the whole time. Your mother realizes this boy is very persistent and elects to stop the carriage so that he doesn’t get run over by it. You smile at him as he bows. The guards finally catch up to him and take him away, and you wave goodbye to him as he is dragged away kicking. The parade starts up again, and you continue on the rest of your day thinking about that day.

You still think about that day now and then- even a thousand years later. Not much has changed since then- your homeworld is still a democracy, run by two main senators. The only real difference is the people in power- now, one of them is you. It’s your first term as a Senator, though you’ve had a lot of experience in the local politics of your homeworld. Unfortunately, that’s not very helpful when it comes to politicking with leaders of the other Nine Realms. The last time you left Vanheim, and subsequently met any kind of leader outside your own world, was that parade. But now, you're going back.

Five years had passed since Frigga was killed by the Dark Elf Algrim. The peace between Asgard and Vanheim was as strong as it ever was, but the people of Vanheim were weary. To appease your people, and to ensure that the peace remained strong, yearly visits to Asgard were implemented. It was more for keeping up appearances than anything, but you had been warned by your predecessor had informed you this usually came with in-depth philosophical discussions.

You knew something was off as soon as you arrived. You were not greeted by Heimdall. Instead, some man named Skurge had welcomed you. You might have been a child when you were last here, but you distinctly remembered the Bifrost Bridge being more colorful, shining more brilliantly, and having less stuff littering it. By the time you make it to the throne room, you are thoroughly convinced some trickery is afoot. The person pretending to be Odin, sitting atop his throne confirms this.

You can tell right away that it’s not Odin. Your people are one of old magic and trickery, and this is an obvious example of a well-crafted, almost perfected glamour. But you can see through the cracks. The puzzle now is figuring out who is pretending to be Odin- without causing the people of Asgard to panic at the fact their ruler is not who he says he is.

“Greetings, Senator Y/N of Vanheim. Welcome to Asgard. I trust your journey here went smoothly.” The false king states.

You bow your head in keeping with tradition. “Greetings, Odin, All-father, Protector of the Nine Realms. My journey was safe and swift, and I am thankful to have the honor to be in your presence once more.”

“You honor me, Senator, with your respect for my right as King. Come now, let us dine together.” You raise your head again and begin following the false Odin into the dining room.

Thankfully, another part of the tradition is for Odin to eat dinner with the Senator of Vanheim alone upon their arrival in Asgard. Which gives you the perfect opportunity to figure out who is masquerading behind the facade of Odin. As soon as you are alone together, you make your first move: Undoing the magic being done to pretend to be Odin. You are unsurprised to see who it is, but something now seems eerily familiar about him that hadn’t before.

“How did you do that?” He asks, puzzled that he looks like himself again.

“What are you doing, Loki?” Your voice is sharp but quiet, careful not to alert anyone who may be trying to listen to the huge secret you’ve just unveiled.

“What does it look like I’m doing? And you haven’t answered my question.”

You take a huge deep breath and let the air flow out slowly through your mouth so you don’t immediately fly into a rage. You are still a Senator, after all. “If you had studied the magics like you had been told too, maybe you would know the answer. Now, where is Odin?” You begin walking towards him, and he walks backward to keep the distance between you.

“I have no idea.” His answer sounds honest, but you know it’s a lie. He has backed himself into a corner, and you stand in front of him, about the block him in when he teleports to the other side of the room.

“Do not test me, Prince,” You begin, conjuring a gigantic ball of flame, “Where is your father? What have you done to him?”

“Senator, please calm down. We wouldn’t want a diplomatic incident, now would we?” Loki is smirking at you, thinking he’s got you in a bind. But he doesn’t realize he’s already lost.

You glare at him and put out the flame. “See, now that wasn’t that-” His speech is interrupted by you transforming into him, and reconjuring the flame.

“Do not trifle with me, Prince. I would be more than happy to kill you and replace you if it meant no one else must suffer at your hand. Now tell me. Where is your father?”

“He’s in a retirement home on Earth.” You transform back into yourself instantly upon this revelation and put out the flame once more.

“What in his name is he doing on Earth in a retirement home?” Your anger is gone, you are just tired now. Tired of the trickery, and games. And you really just want to eat.

“I put him under a spell. Wiped his memories.” You want to cry. Your first visit back to Asgard and it’s a total disaster.

You hesitate before asking, “How long have you been at this?”

“Five years” You look up at the ceiling and bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming. When you look back at Loki you stop biting your lip and instead smile, and clap.

Through gritted teeth you shout, “Let’s Eat!” He opens his mouth to say something, but you are done with his nonsense. You cast a spell to temporarily prevent him from speaking. He glares at you, but you ignore him. You sit down next to each other at the table and eat the dinner you had been craving since you arrived.

After you finish the meal, you reverse the spell, and tell him, “You are the luckiest Prince in the Nine Realms, Loki.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s luck. I worked pretty hard to get here.”

“Loki. You do realize that had any other Vanheimian Senator, let alone any other ruler of any of the Nine Realms, found out your secret before me, they would have killed you on the spot?”

“Then why haven’t you killed me, Senator?”

“I’d rather not have to deal with the war that will come after that. Even if I am justified, it would destabilize all the Nine Realms. I will not sacrifice millennia of peace because you decided to rule Asgard for five years.” You reply.

“I am grateful.”

“You know,” You start, and you're not sure why you’re telling him this, “I’ve been waiting a millennium to come back here. And this is what I find now that all this time has passed. A Prince playing at being King.”

“A millennium?” There is a shift in his tone as he asked.

“Yes, a millennium. I keep thinking back to the day my mother and I came here. She was a Senator at that time, and we were in a parade. There was a boy-”

“That was you?” The realization hits him first, and his whole demeanor shifts.

“What do you mean that was me?” You are in denial.

“I was that boy. The one who made you smile and got dragged away by guards- that was me.”

“Are you telling me the day I couldn’t stop thinking about for centuries, that the boy I wanted to come back and find- that was you?” You really wish this was one of his tricks, but it’s not. It’s obvious it’s not. The way he’s looking at you like he’s just rediscovered the love of his life, tells you he’s not lying.

“You couldn’t stop thinking about it either?” He asks.

“I wanted to find you again.”

“So did I.” He chuckles, “It seems ridiculous now. I spent a decade looking for you, but my mother said-”

“Don’t worry, child. You will meet again one day when the fates allow?” You finish his sentence.

“Yes, exactly.” Loki smiles at the memory of Frigga.

“So what now?” You ask.

He reaches out for your hand and you give it to him. “We make up for lost time.” He kisses you, and you kiss him back. It is the kiss of a long-lost love, full of passion and relief. Of a spouse returning from war, years after the war has ended, long since presumed to be dead. As the kiss ends, you embrace each other. You saw each other in a crowd a thousand years ago. And a thousand years from now you will be in crowds together, happily married, with the peace between your realms secured for thousands more.

[modernpace]

Loki x Reader Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Thor led you to a lavish banquet hall. A long wooden table sat at the center of the room and was filled with men and women. They were talking and laughing, telling stories of their adventures. The two of you stopped as he scanned the room. His eyes landed on a beautiful woman standing off to the side. He guides you over to her and bows his head.

"Mother."

She smiled brightly and held her hand out to him. Her golden locks were pinned up, like a halo made of hair. Her gown was a dandelion yellow, with a sheer mesh-like neckline decorated with a mosaic of gems.

You quickly snap out of it and curtsy with your fist over your heart and your head bowed.

"This must be your friend," she said patting his arm.

"Y/n L/n, your majesty," you responded. Thank god Thor briefed you about introductions on your way here...who know what would happen if you were rude to the Queen.

She gently lay a hand on your arm, "Come, let me have a look at you, dear." You stand and look up, but avoid looking at her directly. I must look like an idiot. "The dress looks lovely on you. Compliments you well." She smiled kindly at you. You saw so much of Thor in her face: kind eyes, big smile.

You beamed at her, "I can't thank you enough, your majesty, for allowing me to come to Asgard. It's a beauty like no others."

Nodding she responded, "And as far as my husband is concerned, I'm the one who offered you this opportunity after my son confided in me." She winked at you, and without question, you nodded in agreement. She turned to Thor and laid a hand on his bicep and gave him a sympathetic smile.

They shared a knowing look before she excused herself, "I hope you enjoy the banquet, my dear. Tomorrow we'll discuss your training." Without another word, she left the banquet hall.

"Shall we?"

"Wait." He looked back at you. "What did she mean?"

He nodded, "She's probably going to bring Loki some books. I don't know why she entertains him. He--"

"No," you interrupted, "you know what I mean."

"My father..." you nodded for him to continue. "He doesn't believe Midgardians should be on Asgard."

Your mouth dropped slightly and you muttered, "Well that would've been great to know beforehand"

He gave you an apologetic look and began walking toward a different door. You followed closely behind him. He led you to a throne room. High pillars line the hall on both sides. On the opposite end you entered from, there were no walls, just a beautiful view of Asgard and its city. Standing under an archway, Odin stood and studied his kingdom.

"Father." Odin didn't flinch, or turn or even acknowledge your presence. He just stared out at Asgard. "I present Lady Y/n." You bow with your fist against your heart.

"Have you settled in nicely?" He inquired.

"Um," you instantly got your shit together, forgetting your nerves. "Yes, All-Father. Thank you for you opening your home to me, and allowing me the opportunity to hone my abilities, sir."

Your eyes remained at his feet and he chuckled. "Very well." He turned to his son and with a stern voice advised him, "During her stay on Asgard, she will be your responsibility. You are to ensure her safety, as well as maintain she stay out of trouble."

"Yes, of course, father," Thor responded with certainty.

"My dear," you daringly look up at him and he motions you to stand, "My wife tells me you possess the ability of illusions."

You cursed to yourself. Is it rude to correct the King? "That's definitely one way to put it. I hope to discover the full extent of my abilities so I can help people back home."

He gives a cautious smile, "I hope you remember that with great power, comes great responsibility. Any power can be used for good--or even bad for that matter. Carry that with you during your training." You hummed in understanding and he gestured for you two to head back to the banquet hall. "You may go, enjoy the banquet."

You both thanked him and made your way back to everyone.

"Definitely more intimidating than you said," you joked.

****

Thor had introduced you to his close friends: the Warriors Three, and Lady Sif. Volstagg was loud and hearty, Hogun was serious and silent, and Fandral was extremely polite and a little... flirtatious? Sif was bubbly but serious...definitely more bubbly when drinking.

They had welcomed you, asked you if you had any stories--which you didn't because you never actually went on a legitimate assignment. They still seemed warm and open to you. You were grateful for that.

Volstagg was telling a story about when he had come to Earth a few years back--when Thor had been cast out of Asgard. From Thor's hearty laugh and Sif's questionable smile, you could tell he was a very creative story-teller.

You weren't able to keep up with their high tolerance. And you thought Thor was an experienced drinker. Having all five of them guzzle down their ale, while you're not even done with your second mug. It didn't help that Asgardian alcohol was much more...intense.

Thor somehow lost track of your whereabouts while he and Volstagg were having a drinking contest. You found yourself stumbling into the dungeons, with a newfound sense of confidence. You wanted to confront Loki and his idiot face about his idiot remarks from earlier. You stumbled from cell to cell, forgetting where Loki was.

"You're not Loki," you moved to the next cell, "Ne-neither 're y-you." You looked around confused, the room spun a bit."Wherethehell isthat little--Oh!" You grinned like an idiot as you approached his cell.

He had an amused look on his face and mumbled, "This should be good."

You pointed your finger and narrowed your eyes, "You."

"Yes?"

"You...you..." you forgot what you were going to say. You tried to study his face but he kept swaying. Why was he swaying?

"Not very lady-like for you to be wandering the halls drunk as an idiot on your first night in Asgard."

"W-willyoushutup," You growled as you leaned against the stone beam next to his cell. "You oweme an an ap-apopology." You tried to look fierce and angry...but this was an embarrassing sight. Your hair was frizzy, your dress was disheveled, your eyes were drooping.

He stifled a laugh, never had he thought a mortal would look so funny...stupid, yes, pathetic, yes, but funny? This was a first.

You continued your drunken rant.

"I camehere t-t-to help Muscles. Cuzthat's what friends arefor," you whined and stomped your foot. Your knees felt week and your body was tired but you ignored them. "Imgonna be 'ere for-for, well Idunno how long but" you burped, "I made a promise. And I nev-never break 'em."

You looked directly into his emerald eyes. "Never," you emphasized.

He raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"Shuddup." You looked him over and huffed, "You're such a-an emo."

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" You waved your hand in dismissal.

"A-and a dra-drama queen." You giggle to yourself, imagining Loki like a 1950's actress, prim and dramatic...and so demanding. (I promise this isn't a dig at any actresses, just tryna emphasize Loki is a drama queen).

"You're quite pathetic," he said in a matter-of-fact one. You glared at him. Being done with your conversation you began to regain your balance. You wanted to leave him with one last gift before the night ended.

A malicious grin formed on your face.

Loki raised an eyebrow cautiously. You clumsily rubbed your hands together as your thought of your sweet revenge. He was completely dumbfounded by your strange actions, not knowing what was in store for him. You opened your eyes and giggled devilishly.

"I hope you and your new roommate get acquainted." A low growl from behind startled him. He slowly turned around and he paled when he saw a wolf twice his size standing opposite him. "I would hate to see you turned to dog-chow." Contentedly you turned around and happily stumbled a bit.

"Wait!"

You stopped.

"Wait, you can't kill me. You won't kill me."

You glanced back, "Oh?"

The wolf inched closer, snarling at him.

"Wait wait wait wait."

He pleaded with you. How...out of character for the big bad wolf I heard about, you thought. You chuckled as the wolf growled and pounced. He flinched and turned his body away from it, waiting to be torn to shreds. But it never came.

You burst out laughing and lost your balance. You landed on the stone floor, gasping for air.

Loki looked at you with pure outrage. The wolf stood outside the cell now, circling you protectively.

"You deceived me."

You finally caught your breath. "Oh god, that was good." You finally felt a little more stable and stood up, "Didn't think the God of Mischief would fall for something like that.”

"You'll regret that you mewling quim," he growled like your wolf. You could practically see his aura around him: rageful, vengeful, out-of-his-mind angry. But you shrugged it off. Sweet sweet psychological torture.

"Doubtful. Totally worth it," you quipped shaking your head with a proud smile.

You waved your hand and the wolf dispersed into the air. "Gooooodniiiiight," you sang as you left Loki's cell.

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A/N: Hi Everyone! I just finished this chapter at 4 AM!!!!!!!!I clearly don't get enough sleep lmao.I'm gonna work on chapter 5 tomorrow; my plan is to publish it tm but expect it for Monday evening.I hope you enjoy this chapter! Goodnight! (or Goodmorning lol). PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK

-Izzy

[firefly-in-darkness]

Forever More

Forever More

Characters →Y/N, Thor & Other Marvel Characters

Summary → Y/N and Thor finally have their moment, after everything.

Word Count → 2.7k

Warnings → Swearing, a smidge of angst, fluff

Beta → the lovely @kalesrebellion​, all mistakes are my own

A/N → This for @stuckonjbbarnes​ writing challenge - I had to turn the angsty song Wicked Game into a fluffy story. Sorry it’s late, hope you like it! Italics are flashbacks.

Your clothes hung over the edge of the changing panel whilst the attendant glided the zip up and placed pins into the dress’s material; adjustments to be made once you had left the boutique. You exited the changing area, a grin plastered on your face as the attendant offered their hand to help you step up onto the podium

A giddiness overwhelmed you. The navy-blue piece moulded to your figure. It was intricately embroidered down the bodice and the skirt descended from the night sky to a pale blue grey as it reached the hem. It was the one.

Your thoughts drifted to how far you and Thor had come in the last decade; the world was on fire and nobody could save you but him, and nobody could save him but you.

Your heart thumped ferociously as you scampered towards the building, your momentum almost sending you tumbling as you tried to avoid the debris falling around you. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before as explosions and screams rippled across the city. Parents running with babes clutched to their chests. Friends dragged one another out of the way of the flames that were licking the buildings bare. And motherfuckin’ robots shooting laser-like beams at the people around you. Your eyes widened in fear as you ducked into an alleyway, guiding the civilians out of sight from the machines that were raging across Novi Grad.

Peering around the corner of a building, you reloaded your weapons and flagged for the small group to rush over to the rescue crafts that floated beside the rapidly ascending city. Once everyone was onboard, you nodded at the other agent and returned to the city to aid the Avengers in the rescue mission.

An explosion threw you sideways through a window, the glass shattering on impact and lodging into your skin. Your head span and your ears rang as you tried to sit up, you could feel warmth trickling along your forearm and the side of your face. Your vision blurred as a giant figure entered through the window and scooped you into their arms, you could only focus on the blonde locks and red cape blowing in the wind as you felt weightless.

The giant placed you down, laid you out across a bench of some kind. Your ears muffled from the blast, you couldn’t make out the words falling from the man’s lips, you could only focus on the bright blue eyes that sparkled with concern and tinged with anger.

Darkness clouded your vision.

The brash knock meant the King of Asgard had arrived and with a bright smile, you welcomed Brunnhilde into the apartment. You could see her pause as she eyed the little black dress hugging your figure tightly and the headband veil that fell to your shoulders. A smirk formed on her lips before she looked around the rest of the apartment; your friends giggling and dancing in the living room.

She opened her tailored suit jacket and pulled out a flask from the inside pocket, “You’re going to need this tonight.”

You brought the flask to your lips and took a sip; the honey soothed yet the spice burned as it flowed down your throat. Even after this many years, you still weren’t accustomed to Asgardian liquor and coughed a little as you passed it back.

Natasha snatched it from your hand, “Val! What are you doing? She’ll be hiccupping the entire way!”

The redhead scolded her, but you caught the playful glint hidden in her green eyes. Brunnhilde raised her eyebrow and swigged from the flask as if to prove a point. What the point was you had no clue, but you had an inkling as the pair smirked at one another.

“You don’t want to ruin this gown and we don’t want any incidents. No more, Y/N.” Nat wagged her finger at you then swept her red and blonde locks away from her face and checked her lipstick in the hallway mirror.

“Not after last time,” Sif added, handing you the purse you’d left in the kitchen.

“I know it wasn’t my finest moment…” You rolled your eyes.

A shriek came from Wanda, leaning out the living room window, “The limo is here!!”

The public restroom at the Avengers Compound had been cleared by Wanda, the moment she saw you stumble through the doors, mascara dripping down your face. She immediately texted Natasha and Sif to help you as you inconsolably waved around some paper and whimpered Thor’s name.

“Why does he not love me?” You sobbed onto Natasha’s shoulder, her hand tentatively stroking your hair. “Why did he go back to her?”

“Desire is a strange thing Y/N, but I know that he loves you.” Wanda was beside you and pressed a kiss on the top of your head. “He’s a fool.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Natasha gritted her teeth and mumbled in Russian.

“No! I didn’t want to fall in love with him. It just happened and now I feel like he was just playing a wicked game. Why else would he have led me to feel this way?” You hiccupped as Sif walked in, “Oh Sif, he’s gone back to her.”

Sif’s expression mirrored Natasha’s earlier statement, she knelt and passed you a flask, “This is strong but let’s get you back on your feet to enjoy the rest of Tony’s party.”

Minutes later, you were on the dancefloor without a care in the world; stumbling around with a bottle of very expensive champagne clutched at the neck as you swigged it and swung your shoes in the other hand.

A slow song started and Steve pulled you aside, he even managed to pry the alcohol from your hands and even though your vision was blurry, you almost retrieved it until you focused on the thunderous yet proud look of Tony Stark. You yelped at the sight and ducked back out of sight.

Steve held you close, propping you up in his arms as he gently swayed with you, “Are you okay Y/N?”

“Of course, I’m not okay.” You prodded his pec, “Whoa, they’re not as hard as I thought.”

You immediately pressed your cheek to his chest; a long sigh escaped your lips. His large arms circled around your back as you clung to his shirt. Once more, the tears began to form, but you were too far gone to care about your appearance or the way your make-up stained Steve’s crisp white shirt.

You glanced up at Steve and smashed your face to his, it wasn’t an awful kiss but there was no spark and as soft as his lips were, Steve wasn’t Thor. You pulled away, eyes wide and uncertain how to talk your way out of this one. His face was flushed and full of pity, it made your stomach churn and tears fall harder.

You were so wrapped up in the moment, you didn’t hear the crashing thunder and flickers of lightning in the windows, you didn’t register the sound of Thor’s booming voice until you were pushed behind Steve but you lost your balance, falling down to the floor. You rubbed at your buttocks and frowned at the intruder and met the icy blue eyes you loved, and they were filled with anger and sadness.

Thor lifted you over his shoulder, unrelenting as he walked out of the corridor. Unyielding to your squirming, kicking and huffing at the way he was manhandling you. Embarrassment crept up your cheeks as you heard the music switch back on once the doors had closed, everyone must have seen what happened with Steve and then your exit courtesy of Thor.

The cold air hit your skin as Thor opened the balcony doors and gently lowered you onto the bench. You couldn’t look at him, the guilt was deep in your bones and you knew it meant nothing to you, or Steve, but Thor looked genuinely hurt. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was jealous. But your thoughts wandered back to the letter still clutched in your hand and how he had left you for Jane.

Thor broke the silence, his voice a whisper in the tranquil night sky, “I go to tell Jane that I can no longer continue with our relationship, that I want one with you, and I come back to find you drunk and in the arms of another man. Did you even read my letter?”

Unfurling the screwed-up sheet in your hand, you glanced down and realised you hadn’t even got past the first sentence.

‘Dear Y/N,

I am going to New Mexico to see Jane. I know who I love and want to be with now.

I’ll be back in a few hours for Stark’s party.

Always yours, little Dove,

Thor’

You gasped and threw your arms around his neck, embarrassment heating your skin and muffled into his hair, “I’m sorry, I thought-”

Thor pulled back and pecked your lips, apology accepted without a second thought.

You’d managed to bring the traditional Asgardian braid into the Midgardian style you were used to; a combination of braids in a half up-do whilst the remaining locks curled around your shoulders. With an unexpected thanks to Lady Sif for helping clip in the silver ornate pins adorned with sparkling gems.

The shieldmaiden placed the last one in and looked at you in the mirror, her hands gripped your shoulders, “There you go, Thor won’t be able to breathe when he sees you.”

You placed your hand over hers, squeezed it slightly and looked into her reflected brown eyes, “Thank you, for everything.”

Sif pressed a light kiss to your temple, “I am forever grateful that Thor found you again.”

He should have gone for the head.

Thor’s guilt was deeper than the Earth’s oceans combined, the current pulled him down further and further until he was drowning in despair. Then he became numb; his heart was shattered, his soul in shreds and his mind broken.

He lost his brother and his friends because of Thanos. Then he had watched you rush towards him as he collapsed in front of where the tyrant once stood, his heart swelled at the thought of your arms wrapped around him. Give him your love like you always did.

Thor had held his arms open wide to welcome you, and as you neared, he’d closed his eyes for a moment, ready to feel your warmth. But when he felt nothing, he opened his eyes to see your frightened face whilst you floated away on the Wakandan breeze.

A nightmare that would remain in his memories until the end of time.

He should have gone for the head.

You climbed out of the car, the gravel crunching under your heels as you took in the view of the quaint house and then you spotted the red barn and how the outside had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale. From the gravelled drive, wooden slats and twinkling lights weaved along the canopy above led the way.

A soft giggle falling from your lips as you turned to face your best friends, the excitement bubbling in your chest.

“You’ll ruin your lipstick sestra.” Wanda squeezed your hand.

Nat opened her clutch, pulling out the lipstick and dabbing your lips and giving your cheeks a little pinch. You scoffed at her behaviour and waved her away from you. Everything was perfect as it was, and you couldn’t wait to see him.

A cough brought your attention to the rose arch at the beginning of the aisle, Clint Barton stood, in his finest suit and a pocket square the same shade as your dress. His lopsided smile had you grinning widely in response. He picked you up and twirled you around, and you chuckled at the worries expressed by your friends.

“Are you ready, little one?” He offered his arm and you immediately placed yours through his, your hand gripped the crook of his elbow.

The butterflies in your stomach started their somersaults in anticipation for what was just a few metres away. You took a deep breath and followed Natasha and Wanda as soft music drifted out from the barn.

Thor scooped you up into his arms, carrying you over the threshold of your new home. Laughter pouring out of you both as he ran up the stairs, crashing through the bedroom door with you held gently in his arms.

“Dove, where’s the bed?” His frown made you chuckle more as he let you stand, his hands now on his hips in confusion.

You pulled out your phone and tapped on the app, “Look, the moving company will be about twenty minutes. Unfortunately, us Midgardians don’t have as advanced technology as your spaceships and the Bifrost.”

“Or my immense power.” His mischievous smirk had you almost rolling your eyes at him whilst he was pulling you into a hug, your hands resting on his chest.

The engagement ring was more prominent against the glowing tan on your hand and your thoughts began wandering back to your vacation. Spending fourteen days with your future husband on a secluded island, courtesy of Tony Stark.

“What are you thinking about?” Thor pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Is it what we did after we went skinny dipping?”

Pleasure was rippling through you at his seductive tone, responding with kisses to his collarbone, “We did lots of things after we went skinny dipping.”

“We did have five years to make up for.”

Thor’s hands trailing down your back and leaving goose bumps in their wake. Leaning down and reaching the back of your thighs, you automatically jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. His body aligning with yours perfectly as he pressed your back against the wall. His lips tracing along your skin, his erection growing beneath his jeans and your arousal pooling into your panties.

The doorbell chime rang through the building, your new home, making you both jump apart. Laughter bursting from your both whilst untangling from one another before heading downstairs to begin unloading the boxes.

“My Dove, in the immeasurable expanse of the cosmos, we found each other. Time and time again. As I have given you my hand to hold and my life to protect. So, do I give you my heart to keep. I will be your shield, your sword and your armour. I shall honour you, respect you and cherish you. I will be your partner in this life and beyond. I promise to love you without restraint, through whatever life brings. This is my unwavering vow to you.”

Thor’s words drifted to you, his promises filling your soul with warmth and love. You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed, the tears that dropped or the laughter that echoed around the barn as he fumbled with gliding the wedding band to its final resting place.

“Thor, my heart and soul, since I met you, I have laughed, smiled and dared to dream more than I ever have before. Your family has become mine. I promise to be with you for the joy and the sorrow. I vow to share my happiness, my love and my pain, my fears, and I will seek to ease yours. You are, and always will be, the love of my life.”

You were surrounded by guests yet you could only see him; the way he looked in a suit, the lopsided smile on his soft plump lips and the glisten in his blue eyes as he tried to keep his emotions in check. The wedding band slipped over his knuckle and you held steady whilst you let the silent tears fall.

The officiant wrapped the corded braids around your joined hands, “Will you share the burdens of each so that your spirits may grow in this union?”

“We will.”

“And so, the binding is made.”

Fates intertwined, forever more. You’d dreamt of meeting someone special, of finding the one. But nothing compared to the reality of being in love with and loved by Thor Odinson.

the end, well, the start of something new.

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[samantha-thewinchester]

The God and the Stark fighting along side the Captain.

|| Stiles POV ||

Hope and I, after a while of running, finally catch up to the Captain, the Asgardian, and the Stark. Quite a few trees had been knocked down, by the sonic boom type thing that happened.

When we got there, it looked as if the fight was over, which was a huge relief to me.  I don't have to fight 2 gods and a legend (Thor, Tony, and Rogers) but, Hope look kinda disappointed. Why does she love to fight people?

"Stop looking so disappointed." I whisper yell to her, as we lead Thor and Loki onto the Quinnjet.

"Shut up. I wanted a good fight to get my anger out." She whispers back.

"Oh, my, god, you're worse than Liam!" I whisper yell at her. She just shrugs, and gives me the middle finger.

Whatever.

I get back into the pilot seat, me and Natasha flying the Quinnjet back to the Helicarrier.

About 8 agents take Loki and lead him towards his new home, the cell build for the Hulk. We won't talk about that though. We have Loki's scepter though, meaning we have something to help us find out how to, de-mind control people. Meaning, getting our Wine Uncle Clint Barton back.

"In case it's unclear, if you try to escape, if you so much as scratch that glass,--" Fury says to Loki, over the camera feed we're all watching. Fury hits a few buttons, the drop sights opening below Loki to show him what will happen to him if he does the things Fury mentioned. "--it's 30, 000 straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?" Fury finishes, shutting the hatch.

"Ant, boot." Fury dumbs down for Loki, who just starts chuckling.

"It's an impressive cage. Not buildt, I think, for me." Loki says, acting like an arrogant fuck.

"Built for something a lot stronger than you." Fury assures him.

"Oh, I've heard. Now, the question is, is it for the mindless beast, or the destoryer of the Mikaelsons? They both play like they're still humans. How desperate are you, that you call on such lost creatures to defend you?" Loki says. When he mentions Hope, I look over at her to see her looking at Loki over the camera footage like she was going to murder him, 5 times. She's probably murdered him 5 times in her head, let's be honest here.

"How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace, and you kill because it's fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did." Fury warns him.

"Ooh. It burns you to have come so close. To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share? And then to be reminded what real power is."

"Well, let me know if 'real power' wants a magazine or something." Fury says, finally done with Loki, so he walks out. Before we close down the security cameras, Loki gets one last thing in, looking directly at us all.

"He really grows on you, doesn't he?" Bruce says, looking really uncomfortable.

"Loki's going to drag this out. So, Thor, what's his play?" The Captain questions the God of Thunder. Did I just think those words correctly?

"He had an army called the Chitauri. They're not of Asgard, nor any world known. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the Earth, in return, I suspect, for the Tesseract." Thor explains to us.

"An army... from outer space." The Captain says, looking kinda confused.

"So, he's building another portal." Banner puts together.

"That's what he needs Erik Selvig for." I add onto Banner's though.

"Selvig?" Thor questions.

"He's an astrophysicist." Hope tells him.

"He's a friend." Thor tells us.

"It's good to have friends... but that isn't the point." I tell Thor sarcastically.

"Loki has him under some kind of spell. Along with one of ours." Nat says, looking down for a minute. Hope puts her head on Nat's shoulder, probably trying to comfort her.

"I wanna know why Loki let us take him. He's not leading an army from here." The Captain says, confused like the rest of us.

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

"Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but is of Asgard. And he is my brother." Thor repremends Banner.

"He killed 80 people in two days." Hope and Nat say at the same time.

"He's adopted." Thor says. I snort at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"I think it's about the mechanics. Irdium... What do they need iriduim for?" Banner questions.

"It's a stablizing agent." Tony Stark says, walking into the room with Coulson. "I'm just saying, like a weekend, I'll fly you to Portland. Keep love alive." We all hear Tony whisper to Coulson, before Coulson walks away.

"It means the portal won't be collapse on itself, like it did at S.H.I.E.L.D. No hard feelings, Point Break. You've got a mean swing." Tony tells Thor. "Also, it means the portal can open as wide and stay open as long, as Loki wants." Tony says, walking onto Fury's platform thing.

"Raise the mizzenmast. Jib the topsails." Tony says, acting like he's the captain of a ship. "That man is playing Galaga. Thought we wouldn't notice, but we did." Tony says, pointing at an agent. Stark than covers his eye and questions "How does Fury even see these?"

"He turns." Hill deadpans.

"Sounds exhausting. The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily. The only major componet he still needs is a power source of high-energy density. Something to kick-start the Cube." Tony finishes.

"When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?" Hill asks him.

"Last night." Tony says.

"How? You were to busy getting your ass kicked by Point Break." I add, getting Hope, Nat, and Hill to laugh a little.

"You." Tony says, pointing at me, "I like you. Anyway, the packet, Selvig's notes, the extractuon theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading?" Tony says, making me laugh.

"Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?" The Captain asks, looking done with Tony's antics, which I love.

"He wwould have to heat the Cube to 120-million Kelvin just to break through teh Coulomb barrier." Banner adds, breaking my mind at this point. I'm smart, but I'm not Lydia smart.

"Unless Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantun tunneling effect." Tony debates with Banner.

"Well, if he could do that, he could achieve heavy ion fusion at ay reactor on the planet." Banner continues.

"Finally, someone who speaks English." Tony tells Banner.

"Is that what just happened?" The Captain questions.

"Obseres palatum, Stark." Hope says, speaking.... Latin I think?

"The child speaks Latin?" He asks, looking at Hope surprised.

"Ты понятия не имеешь, на каких языках я говорю, тупица" She tells him, smirking. I hear Nat laugh from beside her.

"What did she just say to me?" Stark questions. I start to crack up now.

"Back in topic!" Nat scolds, still laughing a little.

"It's good to meet you, Dr. Banner. Your work on antielectron collisions is unparalleled. Adn I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enorous green rage-monster." Tony says.

"Thanks." Banner says.

"Dr. Banner is only here to track down the Cube. I was hoping you might join him." Fury says, finally looking back into the room.

"I would start with that stick of his: It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon." The Captain says.

"I don't know about that, but it is powered by the Cube. And I would like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys." Fury explains.

"Monkeys? I do not understand." Thor tells us.

"I do. I understoof that reference..." The Captain says, putting his hand up.

"Ha, Loki is a green color and so is the Wicked Witch of the West." I point out, laughing at my own joke.

"Shall we play, Doctor?" Tony asks Banner.

"This way, sir." Banner says, leading Tony to the lab.

"Well, that could have gone worse." Hope says.

[medievalmonk]

Alone Time with Loki

Last Chapter of the Time with Loki series - find it on AO3

Summary:

After the disastrous event at the Starks’ Christmas gala, Natasha takes you to your favorite vacation cabin so that you can heal. You haven’t seen Loki for several weeks, since the team is on a mission. You’re miserable and still in shock after the attack by your EX. Stephen Strange has helped Natasha and Loki change places in an effort to lift your depression and to help you heal. This picks up just after Loki joins you at the cabin. 

Rating: Mature - (Nothing really explicit--use your imagination)

Word Count: 7288

Author’s Note: I felt the need to tie up a few loose ends. “Hard stop” endings elude me, and stories can go on and on, like a soap opera that’s been on air for thirty years. I hope that this final chapter provides closure. Thank you to all my readers who’ve given kudos and lovely comments. I’m honored that you’ve taken the time to do so.

When Loki joined you in the vacation cabin, you weren’t expecting it, since nearly three weeks had passed since you’d been injured. You hadn’t seen him since the day of the Christmas gala, when Evan had nearly killed you. Despite Natasha’s reassurances that he hadn’t been taken back to Asgard, you harbored doubts, even though you knew that you could trust her. 

Loki set you on your feet after giving you a hug. You reluctantly let him go, then tiptoed to kiss him softly. He gently wiped the tears from your cheeks before cupping your face so that he could examine you. He frowned at the sight of dark circles under your eyes, and at the grayish tint to your complexion; your hair had also lost its sheen and softness. 

“Sweetheart, you’ve not been taking care of yourself,” he murmured, while carefully tracing the faded bruises on your throat.

You winced slightly when his fingers pressed gently into the muscles, then caught his wrists. Loki paused for a moment, his expression quizzical. 

“Don’t,” you told him. “It’s a reminder of what I almost did to you, and I deserve it.”

“Nonsense,” he replied, firmly. “Thor would have no reason to involve Odin in this matter.”

Still, you shook your head and tried to step back. He gripped your shoulders firmly, and noticed when you winced again. You were evidently in more pain that he’d been led to believe. 

“Tell me where you’re hurt.” 

He was determined to fill in the blanks as to what had happened prior to Evan’s attack. His expression became more grim when you explained the reason for the attack, then the aftermath. You told him that it was hard to swallow due to the deep bruising, and that you couldn’t raise your arms comfortably. You also had sprained your wrist when Evan dropped you to the floor. 

“Sit down, breakfast is almost ready and I have tea for you.”

“With the magical honey?” You teased. 

“Nothing but the best, Little Wolf,” he chuckled, while putting the cup in front of you. “This will help your voice, as you’re still a bit hoarse.”

“Okay.” 

While he finished cooking breakfast, you watched his movements, just feasting your eyes on him. You weren’t really hungry, and hoped that he wasn’t making a large effort with the food. When he put a plate in front of you, you couldn’t help but laugh softly. He’d made blueberry pancakes, which was unusual for him, since he liked to try complex recipes. 

“May I suggest using honey instead of syrup?” He asked. 

“Sure.”

He sat beside you at the breakfast bar, and while you both ate, he noticed the jewelry that you’d left on the counter. After opening a couple of the boxes, he set them aside.

“What’s all this?”

“Gifts from people at the gala,” you responded. “Nat says that there’s more in my room.”

“And this?” He indicated the diamond pendant you wore. 

“From Pepper and Tony,” you replied. “The bracelet and earrings, too.”

He watched while you picked at your food; you’d barely eaten half of the two pancakes he’d made for you. He poured more tea, and added the honey for you. Unknown to you, he’d placed a spell on it that would work slowly to heal your vocal chords first, then would expand outward to the throat muscles, then the neck, and finally across your shoulders. He hoped that you would chalk it up to natural healing. 

“I didn’t get to give you or the others the Christmas gifts I bought,” you said, softly, while using your fork to pick berries out of the remainder of the pancakes. 

“They’ll wait until we’re all together,” he replied, and reached for your hand. “The others will likely be home well before we leave here. Is this the injured hand?”

“Yes.” You knew what he wanted to do, so you didn’t pull away from him. “Go ahead, but leave my neck alone.”

“Stark said you could be incredibly stubborn,” he commented. 

“Oh? And when did he say that?”

“Some time ago.”

You watched while he cradled your wrist, then felt the cooling sensation followed by warmth. After you wiggled your fingers, Loki raised your hand to his lips and kissed it. 

“Are you done here?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I don’t have much of an appetite,” you shrugged. 

“Come with me.”

You allowed him to lead you to the recliner, where he pulled you into his lap before raising the foot rest. He helped you get settled and comfortable before wrapping his arms around you. You relaxed against him, with your face snuggled into the side of his neck. 

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered. 

“I’ve missed you, too,” he replied. “Rest for a while.”

He felt you nod before you got still. After a time, your breathing evened out when you fell asleep. Loki gently stroked your arm, soothing you into a deeper sleep. As he did so, he thought back to the night of the party where he’d very nearly committed murder. 

He had been looking for you in order to get a dance in, but you weren’t near the last place he’d seen you, which was near the food tables. Someone then pointed him in the direction of the conference room, where Evan had dragged you after confronting him about the tainted chicken dish that had been served. He had just opened the door when Thor and Natasha suddenly joined him. 

The sight that met him threw him into a full blown rage: Evan had you by the throat against the wall. You were on your tiptoes and weakly trying to break his grip, or alternately reaching for his face to scratch him. He’d started toward you, but Thor shouted his name and grabbed him hard by the shoulder as soon as a dagger appeared in his hand. 

Evan had been startled enough to let you fall to the floor just as Tony strode into the room, followed by Steve and a couple of Stark security guards. They quickly got Evan out of there, so he wrenched away from Thor to get to you. Natasha was already there, trying to keep you from getting up, even though it was very clear that you were stunned and barely conscious. 

After you were in the medical bay, he’d been allowed at your side for only a few minutes before you were taken for x-rays and other tests. Then there had been an urgent mission, which mustered the entire team, except for Natasha, who stayed behind.

He’d been shown a photo that Natasha sent Tony, and had threatened to abandon the mission if he wasn’t allowed to be at your side. So, an arrangement was made with Stephen Strange to open a portal so that he and Natasha could change places. 

Now you slept against him, your breath soft on his skin. Loki stroked his fingers through your hair, then made a soothing sound when you moved restlessly. His name left your lips in a soft sob, as your body trembled for just the briefest moment. He grasped your hand, and held it gently against his chest. 

“I’m here, Tala,” he whispered near your ear. “It’s alright.”

Loki held you more tightly, trying to reassure you, but after several minutes you woke with a gasp, slightly disoriented. When you realized that he was still with you, you curled up as if to hide within him. He continued to stroke your hair and murmur softly until you settled again. 

You didn’t go back to sleep, but huddled against him, fighting tears. Just the fact that he was here, and not on Asgard, was a relief, even though you weren’t sure whether the matter was resolved enough so that Loki wouldn’t be punished. 

“Are you sure that Thor won’t-“

“Don’t worry,” he replied. “I would already be there if he had.”

Tears did escape then, but Loki knew that they weren’t only because of him, but for Evan, too, although the man had been a horrid beast toward you. Your gentleness had you feeling a great deal of guilt about the outcome of the altercation, and it was a heavy burden. Eventually you’d be able to assign guilt where it belonged, but right now, emotions were still raw. That, coupled with the physical pain you still felt, would be a constant reminder until more time had passed. 

“I was afraid that I’d never see you again.” You swiped hastily at your face so that his shirt wouldn’t be stained. 

Loki chuckled, trying to lighten your mood. “You should know me well enough to know that no one can make me do anything that I don’t want to. Thor wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the reminder, because you’d seen it first hand during your time with him over the last year. It hadn’t been a pretty sight, and you'd stayed away from Loki, Thor and Tony when it looked like the confrontation would come to blows. The only reason it hadn’t was because Thor and Loki had both caught a glimpse of your fearful expression, which immediately cooled their anger. After that, they were careful to make sure that any further arguments happened outside your presence. 

“When did you get here?” You then asked. 

“Last night,” he responded. “Stark had a wizard to help me and Natasha trade places.”

“Wizard?” You asked, a little confused. 

“Hmmm, the Strange fellow.”

“Stephen Strange?”

“You know him?”

“I know of him, but haven’t met him yet.”

“You’re not missing much,” he commented, which earned another soft laugh. “So, tell me what you normally do in your alone time up here. I can’t imagine that you’d go hiking or swimming.”

“Mainly just read,” you replied. 

You both were quiet for several minutes, with Loki watching while you took his hand and held it before nuzzling his palm. He tilted your face upwards so that he could kiss you, and then smiled softly when you sighed. Your fingers found their way into his hair, then gently twisted a lock around one finger. 

“What-“ Loki frowned slightly when the cat abruptly jumped onto the footrest before just sitting and staring at him. “What’s he doing in here?”

“Well, apparently he’s adopted the owners and they’ve given him his own room,” you explained, while watching the stare down between the two. “He still goes out some, but would rather stay inside where it’s warm.”

“I see.” 

The cat stared for several more minutes before he shifted his attention to you and meowed. 

“I guess he’s ready for his breakfast,” you said, but making no move to get up. “I also need to take my medicine.”

“Is that necessary?” Loki asked. 

You shrugged slightly. “It makes me sleepy, but helps with the pain.”

“I could help with that,” he stressed. 

“I know.” You kissed his cheek and hugged him. “Now, let me up.”

The remainder of the day was spent talking or finding shows to watch on TV. You found cooking shows that he hadn’t seen, and even some competitions where he would accurately guess which chef would win. 

That night, when Loki helped you to bed, you caught his hand when he turned to leave. Your medication worked quickly, and you could barely keep your eyes open long enough to ask him to stay. He realized that you were afraid that he’d be gone by morning, so he agreed. He would rather have stayed next to you anyway, because the few weeks’ separation hadn’t been easy on either of you. He gathered you close when you turned to put your head on his shoulder, and laid awake for a while until he finally slept, too.

For the next few days, Loki slept beside you at night, got up before you did, and fed the cat so that he could concentrate on getting breakfast started. The supply of honey was sufficient, with the spell working more each day. Your hoarseness had disappeared already, while the pain slowly left your neck and shoulders. 

One afternoon, after lunch, you stood at the patio door that looked out over the pool. Loki came up behind you, and you leaned back into him when his arms slid around you. 

“Want to swim?” You asked. 

“Swim? While I may be able to handle the cold, I'm quite certain that you cannot.”

With it being January, it was definitely still winter in New York State. Snow still covered parts of the ground, and another snow was due to start any day. 

“I asked to have it heated,” you told him, and he frowned slightly. “Oh, it’s not like the hot tub.”

That was a mistake that you would never make again. Loki had tried it at your suggestion, but it proved to be too hot for his comfort and you really thought that he had been injured. You were afraid to approach him for several days after that fiasco, and managed to avoid him until he trapped you in Pepper’s office. 

You started apologizing while backing away before he could even speak. He finally snagged you around the waist, and put a hand firmly over your mouth. 

“Quiet,�� he murmured. “I’d like to say something.”

Loki held your gaze for what seemed a long time before removing his hand. He could tell that you were wary due to the mishap. While he relished the fear of others, he didn’t want you to fear him. 

“I don’t blame you,” he continued. “You needn’t be afraid.”

You had sagged with relief, and probably would have fallen to the floor if his arm hadn’t been around you. 

“So, the pool?”  Loki’s voice brought you back to the present.

“Yes, I think Natasha packed a swimsuit for me. I’ll be out in a minute if you want to go ahead.”

He kissed your temple before you turned toward your bedroom. You heard the patio door open and close behind him while you looked through the clothing that had been brought for you. Natasha had indeed packed your swimsuit, so after quickly changing, you walked to the pool and shed your robe. Loki was already in the water up to his neck, and turned toward you. 

“I don’t think —“ he didn’t get to finish before you hit the water. 

You gasped in shock once you jumped in to join him. The water was not warm at all; it felt barely above freezing. It was much colder than the creek you swam in during the summer. 

“C-cold,” you gasped, teeth chattering.

Loki moved closer and put an arm out to draw you to him. You clung to him in desperation for a moment before trying to get to the ladder in order to get out. The cold seeped into your bones, making you shiver. Then, suddenly, you felt warmer when he used seidr to create a pocket of warmth around you both. 

“Better?” He asked. 

“Yes, thank you,” you replied with a shaky nod. “It was supposed to be warm.”

Loki adjusted his hold on you, turning you to face him, then kissed your cheek when your arms slid around his neck. You laid your head on his shoulder while playing with his hair. 

“Loki?” 

“Hmmm?” 

“Will you show me…your Frost Giant form?” You waited for a reply, but he remained silent. 

“Why would you want that?” He finally asked. 

“I don’t want to be afraid if...something were to happen and you changed without warning. I’d know it was you and….” you paused when he said nothing. “But if you’d rather not, that’s okay, too.”

“Very well,” he said, after another long pause, before moving into more shallow water, although he stayed deep enough so that your feet wouldn’t touch the bottom of the pool. 

You thought you had misheard him until his skin slowly turned to blue. You watched in fascination while markings appeared in contrast to his exposed flesh. While his hair remained the same, his green eyes had shifted to red. 

You raised a hand in order to touch his face, but stopped, unsure. Loki took your hand and pressed it to his cheek, and allowed you to carefully trace the patterns on his brow, neck, and shoulders. Loki waited in silence while you explored his skin and watched for any trace of fear or rejection; he was not expecting astonishment. 

“You may not think so, but I think you’re beautiful, in this form or the other,” you finally told him. “And you know that I’m not lying.”

The look he gave you was hard to read, but you interpreted it as one of relief. When his form changed back, you smiled before dropping your head onto his shoulder again. 

“No one here has seen that,” he murmured. 

“I won’t tell, or ask you again.” You hugged him firmly. 

— —

Later, after dinner, you both were on the sofa, watching TV again. The cat was perched on the back of the sofa, behind Loki’s head, and they both did their best to ignore each other. 

You ate yogurt with honey mixed in, and suspected that Loki had gone the roundabout way of healing since you no longer felt that you needed the pain medication, although you did continue the one for depression. You were feeling some better physically, although the mental storms still reared its head, causing you to wake Loki several times after a nightmare. 

A thunderstorm raged outside, making you frequently check your phone in case of strong winds, which bothered you more than thunder or lightning. Once you finished the yogurt, you laid down with your head on his lap; his fingers gently massaged your scalp, making you drowsy. Just before you dozed off, a text came in.

Nat: how are you feeling?

You: some better

Nat: still taking meds?

You: not the pain med

Nat: why not 

You: i think Loki spiked the honey

Nat: ?

You: i wouldn’t let him heal my neck

Nat: stubborn

You: so I’ve heard, anyway, he put a spell on it

Nat: r u sure

You: suspect it

Nat: Jarvis says it’s storming there

You: yes, but no wind atm 

Nat: good, get some rest

After setting the phone aside, you finally slept while Loki continued to caress your head. He knew that if the storm developed strong wind, you’d become jumpy, so he kept abreast of the situation. 

Several hours later, when the storm passed, he sent you to bed. By the time he returned from locking the house down, you were sound asleep, but moved to his side when he joined you. 

He laid awake for an hour, just relishing your warmth and the feel of your skin against his. He wanted more, wanted the next step in the relationship but also wouldn’t pressure you. Loki cared deeply about you, and would protect you, even from himself if need be. When your hand slid across his shoulder to rest on the side of his neck, he smiled softly to himself. He’d never been known for his patience, but he would wait as long as needed. 

— —

With each day that passed, you felt more like yourself, with Loki noticing the lift in your spirit. Your smiles and laughter came easier, which relieved him immensely. While he was alone, he used your link to Jarvis to report the improvement to Tony and the others. The team had already returned home, and were glad to hear the progress report. 

One evening, you were in the kitchen and wouldn’t allow him to help. You told him that it was your turn to cook something, so he retreated to the breakfast bar to watch and wait. Finally, you pulled something out of the oven that smelled heavenly. 

Earlier, while he was in the shower, you’d prowled through the kitchen in search of something sweet. By the time you’d finished, there were enough ingredients to throw together something that you thought he’d like. 

Loki watched while you finished preparing your surprise, being a little intrigued when you set a heavy iron skillet on the counter in front of him. Next came a small plate of some type of cookies. 

“And what type of culinary delight have you concocted?” He asked, with a grin. 

“S’mores,” you replied, proudly. “Watch.”

You broke a graham cracker into quarters, then dipped a piece into the pan, which held melted chocolate and marshmallows. Loki watched you then followed suit. You smiled at the expression on his face. 

A purist would claim that the dish wasn’t technically s’mores, since you didn’t have plain chocolate bars and had used the caramel candies that had been in the cupboard. This tasted much better, in your opinion. After you’d eaten enough to put you into a sugar coma, Loki finished it off.  

“Well?” You asked. 

“Indescribable,” he responded, glancing over at you. 

“Oh, you’ve got a little-“ 

There was a bit of marshmallow in the corner of his mouth, and when he reached up to wipe at it, you caught his wrist while leaning toward him. A shiver went through him when you licked the confection off his skin, then kissed him. When your eyes met his, you could see the intensity in his gaze, then a slight, mischievous grin when he slowly drew his fingertip down your neck, starting behind your earlobe. Your breath shuddered from your lungs when he returned the favor in removing the marshmallow that he’d smeared on you. 

“C-careful that you don’t s-swallow my earring.” You could hardly put your thoughts of together when he gently nibbled on your ear. “Y-you’ll have t-to explain to T-Tony how you managed...and he’ll probably go after it.”

Loki’s low chuckle sent another shiver through you while he continued to lick and kiss his way down your neck. You reached toward the skillet in order to dip your fingers into some leftover marshmallow but he caught your hand before you could plaster it on his face. 

“No, you don’t.”

You shrieked with laughter when his fingers dug into your ribs, tickling you. He kept hold of your hand while finally slipping his arm around your back to pull you closer. After giving your neck a little nip, he turned his attention to your sticky fingers. 

“Ooooh.” You melted breathlessly against him, your head dropping onto his shoulder. 

Loki felt a sense of pride that you felt well enough to tease him and to let him tease you. Before you were injured, you were just becoming relaxed enough to touch and kiss him without his initiating the contact. 

As for you, Loki seemed more easy-going than you'd ever seen him, except maybe when you and he had swam in the creek during your vacation that past summer. You didn’t realize that his mood was in direct correlation to your own. Once you started feeling better, he did, too. 

Now, while he paid attention to the remaining marshmallow on your fingers, a flame of desire ignited within you, but you weren’t afraid of acting on that feeling like you had been with Evan. There had always been something about Evan that made you wary, and your instincts had kept you from giving in to him. After things turned more abusive, you couldn’t bring yourself to even kiss him, especially when he’d become rough and demanding, leaving your lips bruised and shredded against your teeth. Any sentiment that you had for him paled in comparison to what you felt for Loki, and you wanted to jump in with your whole being. 

Loki could hurt you physically without even trying, and had left bruises on your arm once, but he’d apologized and made sure never to let anything like that happen again. You had been a little surprised that he’d been jealous after you’d helped Bucky settle in, and shown him how to work a coffee machine. 

“Loki…” you breathed when his teeth grazed the soft webbing between your thumb and forefinger before nipping at it and then moving to your wrist. 

He felt you shudder again and bury your face into the side of his neck while your free hand clutched at his arm; he never realized just how sensitive your hands were, and would use this new knowledge. There was something else, too: despite the ever-growing closeness, you hadn’t exhibited pure desire for him, except when he’d first kissed you while in the pool at the cabin. Okay, you had expressed it before the holidays, when you were drunk, but that didn’t count because he would never have taken advantage of that situation, not with you, at least. 

Now you quivered against him, your breath coming in soft gasps as you struggled for control. His hand rubbed your back lightly, reassuringly, all the while murmuring in your ear. Once you’d stopped trembling, you sighed deeply and raised your eyes to his. 

“There’s no rush,” he assured you, softly. 

You nodded while running your fingers through his hair. You chided yourself for allowing That Voice to fan your self-doubt, when Loki had been nothing but patient. He seemed to know where your thoughts were headed, because he tightened the arm currently around you in order to bring you to your feet so that you stood between his knees. 

“Why do you bother…” you started, then paused. “There are others who would gladly trample me in order to have your attention…”

“Stop.”  His voice was low, and angry.  “I bother because I desire to be with you, as much as possible. Do you get that?”

You nodded slightly, dropping your gaze to the center of his chest. Loki then gently cupped your face with his so that he could see your eyes again. He tried to ignore the fact that your hands now rested on the tops of his thighs. 

“You are beautiful, clever - yes, clever,” he emphasized, when you shook your head and started to disagree. “And you are important to me.”

Loki waited while you absorbed his words; he could tell that you still harbored doubts, deep down, although they didn’t all stem from Evan’s treatment of you. Tears brimmed your eyes while a myriad of emotions played across your face. 

“Now, do you want me to return to my own bed tonight? If you need space, I’ll give it.”

“No. No!” You replied, adamantly. “I..I’d like you to stay...I feel safer. Please?”

“Then I will stay,” he responded, noticing when your shoulders sagged in relief. “Now, go shower if you want while I clean the dishes.”

“I messed them up, I should…”

“No, you cooked, so I will clean up. There aren't many.”

So you left him and headed toward your bedroom, walking slowly on shaky legs. When you emerged from the shower, Loki had stretched out on the bed, propped against the headboard, with a book in his hands. You were somewhat self-conscious when he glanced over at you. 

“I forgot my gown.” 

You wore his pajama top, which he’d left hanging on the back of the door. He didn’t wear it often, opting to sleep in a soft, brushed cotton tee shirt instead. 

“It looks better on you,” he responded, smiling softly. 

You returned his smile before walking around to your side of the bed, then you crawled over to him, kneeling at his hip until he put his book aside. He reached up to caress your cheek; when you leaned forward to kiss him, his hand slid to the back of your neck. Before long, you had both hands in his hair and had straddled his lap while kissing him for all you’re worth; you didn’t even care that he had squeezed your bottom before gripping your knees. You pulled back only so that you could catch your breath. 

“Sweet,” Loki murmured, after pressing a kiss to your temple. He felt you quiver when he nuzzled at your earlobe while your hands clutched at his shoulders. 

After a few minutes, he gathered you close in order to turn and put you down beside him. You slowly lay back as Loki propped up on an elbow and leaned over you. His eyes were intense, making you second guess your decision, but his kiss dispelled any doubts. His fingertips lightly caressed your face, then throat, before resting on the pulse there. You were quite certain that he could hear your heart’s rapid beat. 

Loki moved his caress along your neck, then down the center of your chest before stopping once more at the hem of your shirt. He splayed his hand wide and felt your trembling. Then, one button at a time, he revealed your skin, and stroked it before moving on. At one point, his fingertips teased along the waistband of your underwear, eliciting a soft whimper. 

You caught your breath and then released it shakily when his lips moved to the side of your neck. By this time, his hand had moved over your hip and then down the top of your leg to your knee. You jumped slightly when the backs of his fingers ghosted against the softness of your inner thigh before they moved down your leg again. The pattern was repeated until he felt you relax slightly. 

Loki watched you struggle not to panic and knowing that you’d been handled roughly before made him angry again at your ex, who had treated you so shamefully. That sorry excuse of a human hadn’t deserved your affection at all; at all.

Your eyes fluttered closed while Loki caressed your skin, and your hands left his hair in order to clutch at his arms. His lips returned to yours, coaxing a response. 

“Breathe, little one,” he whispered, lips against yours. 

You didn’t realize that you had been holding your breath, and he gave a hum of approval when you obeyed. You stiffened when he adjusted his position to press his thigh against your core; his hand went behind your knee, holding you still. Then you gave a startled squeak and nearly dislodged him when his hand slid up the inside of your thigh again, this time to test your readiness for him. Loki distracted you momentarily with a kiss. 

“Shh, it’s alright.”

“I-I’m sorry, I…” you couldn’t formulate the words. 

“No apologies are ever needed, sweetheart,” he replied, then kissed you again. “Trust me.”

You could only nod, helpless at the feelings he was evoking from you. Then he moved over you, guiding your legs around him before kissing you deeply. You were so ready that his entry was smooth; you arched underneath him as a soft groan left your lips. 

“Oh.”

Loki pressed his forehead against yours while he held still. Your body clenched around him and he was hard pressed not to move until you were ready. Your hands gripped his upper arms, with your short nails digging into his skin. 

When your grasp on him loosened, he kissed you once more, holding your head with one hand, then began to move slowly. Loki watched your expression change from uncertainty to wonder, then smiled when your hand went back to his hair to gently tug him down for a kiss.  

“Loki…?”

You felt the pleasure building, and your hands slipped over his arms then down his back before gripping his sides. Loki whispered soft praises in your ear as your bodies moved together. 

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go, bite or scratch if you need to.”

He reached back to take hold of your knee in order to tilt your hips slightly, and he felt you shudder when he did so. 

“Just there, hmmm?” He rasped, concentrating on you and your impending release. 

You buried your face into the curve of his neck as your climax hit you hard, but you weren’t willing to bite, and your nails weren’t long enough to mark his skin. You quivered as he reached his own pleasure with a groan. 

Loki gently pressed kisses to your temple, your ear, then neck as you clung to him until your breathing returned to normal. One of your arms circled his neck tightly, as you were reluctant to let go. 

“I love you,” you whispered, eyes closed.

The thought was foremost in your mind, but you didn’t mean to say it outloud; when you felt him flinch, you vaguely realized that you may have made a mistake. After a few minutes, your hold on him went lax as you drifted off to sleep.

Loki brushed away the single tear that slid from the corner of your eye. His fingers then gently stroked your face before his lips captured yours in a kiss. Your whispered words struck a chord with him, which made him jump slightly in surprise. He’d thought that it would take more time for you to admit that; he would have waited years to hear it, if it took that long for you to be comfortable in uttering the words. 

You loved him. 

He studied your face for a long time, amazed at how precious you’ve become to him. A soft, weak Midgardian had brought him to his knees. He would die to protect you, to keep you safe; you had his heart in your hands, and it was yours to crush or cherish. 

He woke you several times throughout the night with his hands, his mouth, and his body; each time he loved you, he grew more intense as you relaxed. By his nature, Loki was dominant but he was so careful not to overwhelm you. 

By first light, you were exhausted and slept deeply, with one leg sticking out from beneath the covers. Loki roused long enough to put an arm across your waist in order to pull you into his chest. Even then, you didn’t stir, your body so relaxed that you were pretty much boneless. He held you close before he drifted off to sleep again. 

Finally, later than morning, you stirred when he kissed the side of your neck, and then your ear. You turned to your back before blinking sleepily at him. 

“Good morning, Little Wolf,” he whispered.

“Mmmm,” you breathed, after a deep sigh. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” you replied.

Your hand rubbed up and down his forearm, but you made no move to get up. After a couple minutes, Loki realized that you’d fallen back to sleep, and decided that breakfast could wait for now. 

When you did finally rouse, you were alone in the bed. Both hands rubbed over your face and through your hair before you stared at the ceiling. Something was wrong, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. 

Oh. You had told Loki that you loved him, and he had flinched. Had you interpreted his signals wrong? Just the possibility that you’d read more into his actions for the last few months made your heart hurt. 

After a few more minutes, you made yourself get up, at least enough where you ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, with your legs and back nearly screaming in protest. The previous night’s activities had woken muscles that you didn’t even know you had. You finally made it to the bathroom, where you managed to shower and shampoo your hair. While standing at the mirror with a comb, you got a good look at your neck and shoulders, where bruises and bite marks marked your skin, which earned an incredulous expression. You suspected that there were likely more in places that you couldn’t quite see. 

When you appeared in the kitchen, Loki drew you close in order to kiss you, and knew almost immediately that something was off. You were quiet, withdrawn even. 

“Is something wrong?” He asked, setting tea in front of you when you sat down at the breakfast counter. 

“No.”

“You know that you can’t lie to me, right?”

“I know.”

— —

After another week, Loki felt that you should come home. You had regained your mental balance, with nightmares and the guilt over Evan slowly taking a backseat. You still were withdrawn from him, even though you slept in the same bed and enjoyed each other. He couldn’t get you to tell him what was wrong, which left him wondering what had changed between you. 

Tony sent a car for you, then once your luggage was loaded, you made a quick trip through the house to be sure that nothing had been left behind, and also that the cat was in his room. You’d packed your jewelry in a separate bag, which you intended to keep close. Loki had it now, and had stored it in a dimensional pocket, but you took a good look at the counter where it had sat for the last few weeks to be very certain that you had packed it all.

“Are you ready?” Loki’s voice came from behind you. 

Although you had needed the time away from the tower to recuperate, and enjoyed the solitude, you became restless, and felt that it wasn’t fair to restrict Loki indefinitely to the cabin. He seemed to be taking it in stride, but you knew that he needed space. 

“Yes, I suppose,” you replied.

— — —

During the drive, you sat close to Loki, occasionally dozing with your head on his shoulder. The drive was peaceful and leisurely, since he had told the driver that there was no hurry. 

Finally, the car pulled into the garage. Loki helped you out, waiting while you stood hesitantly, staring at the elevator. An employee took your luggage from the driver, and also waited until you let Loki lead you forward. 

“Welcome home, Tala.” Jarvis greeted you after the elevator doors had closed. 

“Hi, Jarvis,” you replied.

Jarvis took control of the elevator to make sure that it didn’t stop at any other floors. Finally, the doors opened, leaving Loki to escort you out. The employee rolled the two suitcases off and left them out of the way.

“Tala!”

Thor saw you first, but before he could reach you, Natasha cut him off. She studied you quickly before engulfing you in a hug. It took her only a split second to recognize that something wasn’t quite right. 

“You look much better,” she murmured, before stepping back. 

“Yeah, she does.” Tony joined the team at that point. He immediately noticed that you wore the jewelry that he and Pepper had purchased. He hugged you briefly, and then released you with a quiet “thank you” in your ear. 

Once everyone had a chance to greet you, Thor lifted you up to hold you in a bear hug. Your arms slid around his shoulders while you laughed softly, all the while trying to keep from crying at the welcome. 

“We were just about to have dinner,” Natasha said. “Are you hungry?”

“A little,” you responded. 

“Good, come on.”

— —

After dinner, Natasha went with you to your room, after Loki retrieved your jewelry for you. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she told you that there were more gifts waiting: your entire bed was covered with packages. There also had been a modification to your bedroom. You now had a safe that would securely hold the jewelry, not that you had to worry about anyone bothering it. 

The gifts for the team were still on your dresser, where you’d left them. You tried not to let the memory of the gala get you down, so you turned your attention back to your bed. 

“You reckon the safe will hold all that?” You asked her, dryly. 

“There’s only way to find out,” she grinned, while setting the opened boxes on your bed. 

“That’s gonna be a long thank you list,” you commented. 

“I’m sure Jarvis won’t mind taking care of that.”

Before you started with the jewelry, though, you wanted to distribute your gifts. The others were still in the living room, so Natasha helped you to carry the packages. 

“It’s not much,” you commented. “Definitely not strong enough to get anyone tipsy, except for me.”

“It’s the thought that counts, though. Right?” Bucky responded. 

The others agreed as they opened their gifts. Each had a bottle of the moonshine in different flavors. You’d given Bucky the apple pie one, since it was his favorite dessert. Natasha got a bottle with the cherries, and you shook your head when she offered to share with you. 

“No, I’ve had my fill of those.”

Everyone laughed softly at that, and you blushed slightly when Loki winked at you. After that, you returned to your room with Natasha. Once there, you sat on your bed and simply stared at all the packages. 

“They’re not going to open themselves.” 

You took a deep breath before shakily reaching for the nearest gift. Jarvis took note of the name and jewelry type as you read them off, and also made photos of each piece for further documentation, so that you could be sure to send a thank you card. Finally, you finished opening them and were slightly nauseous at the sight. 

“This is all of it, right?” You asked. 

“Yep, looks like it,” she replied. 

“Good.”

You started putting the velvet cases into the safe, with her help. The whole time, she observed your demeanor. 

“So, how did your alone time with Loki go?”

“It went fine,” you replied, knowing what she was fishing for. 

“Was there kissing?”

“Yes.” You paused slightly before answering her. “But there was kissing well before then, you know that.”

“Hmm,” she agreed. “So, anything else?”

“None of your business.”

She laughed after noticing the blush on your cheeks, even though you tried to hide it. One finger reached out to pull your shirt collar away from your neck. 

“I’d say that was a ‘yes’ too.”

“Natasha!”

You knocked her hand away, but she was undeterred. 

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Shut it, dingbat,” you grumbled. 

“Tala?” Loki knocked lightly on the open bedroom door before coming in. He nodded at Natasha before he held out a small package. “I have this for you.”

You accepted the gift, but stared at it for several minutes without making a move to open it. Natasha waited, watching you both closely.

“Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” He asked, softly. “I love you, sweetheart, and want to make it right, whatever it is.”

“You flinched.”

His brow furrowed with confusion. “I’m sorry, what?”

“T-that first night...I told you that I loved you, and you flinched.” You didn’t look at either of them, just stood with your head down, drowning in misery. Then you realized what he’d said. “Wait...did you say-“

“He said that he loved you,” Natasha supplied, helpfully.

“But you-“

“You surprised me, is all,” he responded. “I wasn’t sure that I heard correctly; I thought that it would take some time for you to tell me that.”

“Oh!” With that, you took the couple of steps toward him so that you could wrap your arms around his waist. “And you told me that you thought I was clever.”

“I stand behind my words,” he chuckled. “Open your gift.”

The box contained a large emerald pendant on a gold chain; you knew immediately that the gem was ancient, and may have once belonged to his mother, the queen of Asgard. You suspected that it would be worth more than the small fortune that you already wore, in addition to what the safe now held. 

You immediately took your diamond necklace off and gave it to Natasha, who put it back in its velvet case before placing it in the safe. Loki then fastened his gift around your neck. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” Loki replied, while gently stroking your cheek. 

“So, kiss already,” Natasha muttered, in exasperation. 

“Shut it, dingbat.”

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Stoki Whumptober Day 17: I did not see that coming [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12][13][14][15][16]

When Thor arrived, the sky announced his mood before the expression on his face did. Both could be described as stormy, and Loki whimpered a little and all but hid behind Steve. 

“That’s Thor?” He asked, voice hushed and a new fear taking root there. Steve swallowed-- this whole situation was messed up, and this new version of Loki felt like something he shouldn’t be seeing. He knew the Loki they knew would never want to be seen like this. 

It had been a revelation, the expressions he was capable of, the openness that a younger Loki in this body was capable of. Even his bearing was looser, less restrictive, less uptight. 

Steve hadn’t really realized how rigidly Loki held himself, both figuratively and literally, until he had this version in comparison. And, for all that he seemed vulnerable and innocent and all of Steve wanted to protect him, he couldn’t help but want the Loki he knew back. Which was a confusion sensation, and one that didn’t need to be scrutinized too closely. 

He was more helpful as a fully grown adult, was all. 

“Loki.” Thor’s greeting sounded more like a warning, and Steve found himself raising his hand to keep Thor back a pace or two. 

“There’s been an accident, Thor. He’s not who you think he is.” Steve spoke quickly, then paused, aware he’d already messed it up. “Well, he is, he’s Loki but…” 

“Thor, I messed with a timestone, and the things they’re saying-- none of it makes any sense. Mother dead and I’m banished and you-- what happened to your eye?”

Loki sounded plaintive and young, and from his position between them, Steve could see the way his words hit Thor like a slap. 

“What is this?” Thor demanded, pulling his gaze to meet Steve’s, then Tony’s, then finally Bucky’s. 

Bucky held up the time stone.

“No trick. Just what we said, an accident. He says he’s like, five hundred years old.” 

Loki, thankfully, didn’t correct him about the exact age. But Steve could feel him all but trembling behind him. 

“Thor?” Loki asked, voice small and lost sounding. “Why do they hate me? Why do you?” 

“We were hoping you’d know how to tell if he was faking it.” Tony said, suddenly, and Steve glared at him. 

He didn’t know how anyone thought Loki could be this good of an actor. 

That possibility seemed not to have occurred to Thor before then, but he turned a considering look back at Loki, and Steve knew he wouldn’t like whatever came next. But he figured Thor wouldn’t hurt his brother. Especially not if it was what it seemed like, and the brain in Loki’s head hadn’t done anything wrong, yet. 

“I cannot tell.” Thor said finally. “I have rarely been able to see through the best of my brother’s lies. But I can think of a test.”

“I’ll take it!” Loki said eagerly, stepping out from behind Steve. Steve wished he wouldn’t, wished he’d stayed back there, where he could keep him safe, but he fully acknowledged how ridiculous that was. The guy might be a kid inside, but he was at least a full inch taller than Steve, and could shoot magic out of his hands and probably still deadlift a semi truck. 

He caught Bucky staring at him, and shrugged, hoping that conveyed that they should go along with it. 

“Loki, what would you think if I told you that you were adopted?” Thor asked, and Steve felt his mouth fall open.

That was a hell of a way not to pull a punch, considering that was apparently the news that had sent Loki into a homicidal rage spiral in the first place. 

This version of Loki, though, younger, less grown into his powers, merely went still. 

“That’s not true.” He whispered. “I-- it can’t be.” He sounded doubtful, hurt, like he might cry again. Steve rolled his hand into a fist, telling himself to ride it out, wait and see where this was going. 

“It is. Father brought you home from Jotunheim after the last battle with Laufey. You are a Jotnar runt, who was left to freeze to death, and he felt sorry for you. My parents lied to you your entire life.”

Loki shook his head horrified, and took a few steps back, and still Steve let him be, let Thor do what he needed to-- trusted he was doing this for a reason. 

“Why are you saying this, Thor? I thought-- you can’t mean it. Mother’s dead, isn’t she? She wouldn’t have… she would have told me.” 

“Oh, she did.” Thor advanced, eyes skating across Loki’s face, looking for something. Steve hoped he found it soon; this was painful to hear, and much worse to watch. 

“She told you, Loki. Right before you killed her.” 

Loki backed into a wall, his hands pressed against it at his sides, and shook his head. “I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I-- please Thor, tell me this isn’t true.” He was begging now, pleading. 

“And then you killed Odin.” Thor continued, advancing ruthlessly. Steve didn’t think it was the truth, but for all he knew it could be. “And then you tried to take the throne. Tried to have me killed.” 

“No, not you, Thor, not Mother, not-- why? Why would I-- I couldn’t, I didn’t--” Loki had tears streaming down his face now, and he looked like he was going to be sick. 

“And when you were banished from Asgard for your treason-- allowed to live because I still thought of you as my brother--” 

“No--’ Loki moaned, the past tense clearly not having escaped him. 

“You came here, and brought an army of mercenaries, and you slaughtered-- how many, Stark? Hundreds? Thousands?” 

Loki slid down the wall to grasp at his knees, rolling into a ball and keening. 

“I don’t-- I’m sorry. I… If I did all of that, you should just kill me. I don’t know why I--” His words dissolved into gasping sobs, and Steve had had enough. 

“Okay, Thor, back off. Do you have your answer yet?” He demanded, putting a hand on Thor’s shoulder before he could take the last couple of steps toward Loki. 

Thor turned and sighed. 

“Aye. He is not lying. He does not know the truth of any of this, and he did not deny it or defend himself. This is my brother, though… from long ago.” 

“Great. Fantastic. Thanks for that,” Tony said, babbling through his own horrified reaction. 

Bucky was looking around as if he was weighing something, but Steve didn’t have time for that. 

He knelt beside the ball of misery that Loki had become. 

“Hey, Loki? Hey, listen, that was-- that was the test, okay? You passed, it’s okay now-- everyone believes you.” 

“But I’m a monster.” Loki moaned, and curled into himself more, if possible. 

Steve looked up and glared silently at Thor, demanding without words that he fix this. 

Thor heaved a sigh and sat down on the ground in front of his brother. 

“Loki?” He asked, the name now a soft rumble that was much less of a threat. “I need you to know that I lied.”

Loki looked up, his face streaked with tears and his nose running, his hair sticking to his face in wet tendrils that curled slightly in the damp.

“I’m not--?” He asked, looking hopeful, and Thor shook his head. 

“You are my brother.” He said firmly. “You did not kill our parents. I am sorry, Loki. I needed to tell these falsehoods because the older you would know the truth, and would not be able to resist the urge to clear his name.” 

Loki sobbed again, then launched himself forward and into his brother’s arms. 

Thor held him, and Steve felt again as if he was intruding. But after watching all of that, he didn’t feel like he should leave, either. 

“Thor?” Bucky asked, and they all looked up at him, surprised at the interruption, all but Steve probably having forgotten he was there. 

“If you have a sec, I need to talk to you about this time stone, and how we go about fixing this whole,” he waved his hand at Loki, then at his own arm, “thing. And I’d like to talk to you alone.” He gave Steve a significant glance that Steve didn’t know how to decode, but when Thor nodded and gently pushed Loki away, he realized it probably meant that he was on babysitting duty. 

And judging by the way Tony had retreated to the bar, he was probably on his own. 

“Why don’t you take a break, Tony, maybe pull up the tapes for them in case Thor has some insight on how to reverse what happened?” He framed it as a suggestion, btu Tony snapped off a salute and looked about as relieved as Loki had upon hearing the false accusations had been lies. 

“Yeah, I can do that. Cool.” Tony took off, carrying his glass with him, and Steve eased Loki back up and over to the couch before steering him into sitting down. 

“Alright there champ, that was… rough.” He winced, not sure what he was supposed to be doing, much less how to do it. 

“But I passed.” Loki said quietly, looking down at his hands in his lap. 

“You sure did. And now Thor’s here, with any luck, we’ll get it set to rights soon.” 

“He said he lied,” Loki said slowly, before looking up. “He didn’t say it was all lies. And he didn’t tell me the truth. You said my mother was dead. Is that true?” 

Steve swallowed, feeling very much out of his depth. 

“It is. I’m sorry.” he confirmed. Loki just nodded and looked down again. “Thor said it was a-- a dark elf, I think. During an attack on Asgard.” 

“But they are extinct.” Loki said, looking back up, his face full of distrust. 

“I don’t know the whole story.” Steve admitted, pulling out his stark phone and pulling up a video, “But I know that some of them came to Earth, and there’s some video of Thor from our news, fighting them.” 

Loki accepted the phone and watched the screen, a mingled look of fascination and horror on his face as he watched Thor fighting the dark elf leader. When the video ended, he passed it back to Steve delicately, as if he was afraid he would break it. 

“So Thor avenged her, at least.” He said, as if he was trying to find some comfort in that. He took a deep breath, then pushed on. “What of my father?” 

“That one I don’t know.” Steve admitted. “I just know that Thor has had to split his time between here and Asgard since his passing.” 

“So he is also dead.” Loki confirmed. Looking up this time, and Steve wondered if he was trying to get the tears to stay in his eyes by sheer force of gravity. 

“And me?” Loki asked, not looking back at Steve. “Is it true, what he said, about my being adopted?” 

“Seems like it.” Steve said, apologetically. “Sorry about that. And it sounds like… when you found out for real, when you were supposed to in the timeline… it was a bad time for it. Hit you hard. You uh… did some bad things.” He winced, wishing he knew better what all that entailed, beyond the vagaries of the reports they’d put together based on Thor’s rambling and nonlinear retelling. 

Loki’s mouth thinned into a tiny line, and Steve knew for certain he was trying not to cry. 

“Hey, it’s okay, all right? It’s done, it’s in the past.” He reached out to wrap his arm around Loki’s shoulders, trying to be comforting. 

“For you, maybe.” Loki muttered, pushing the arm away and launching himself up and to his feet to begin pacing around. “When I go back, I hope I get to keep all these memories. I’ll confront my mother-- in my time she still lives. And I will tell Odin, my father, that the dark elves yet live, and we can hunt them down and stop them before they kill her, and I won’t do… whatever it is I am supposed to. I won’t become whatever I was that made you fear me.” 

That gave Steve pause. 

Did he fear Loki? Mistrusted him plenty, for sure, had a healthy respect for his abilities and strength, but he was trying to think of the last time he actually feared him. Maybe back at the beginning of all of this, when he walked in and found him on his couch, drinking. He’d thought maybe he’d come to kill him, but that had quickly gone away. 

Steve didn’t know what to say to that realization, and was spared it by the return of Bucky, Thor, and Tony. 

“Alright, short stack, I think we’ve got it figured out.” Tony announced, and Steve saw him clearing the video of before from his tablet. 

“So the metal my arm is made of, vibranium, it takes power aimed at it, and bounces it back amplified. But the metal that Thor’s hammer is made out of, it sucks power in like a sponge, and Thor knows how to safely discharge it.” 

Steve frowned, considering the implications. 

“You’re going to use the hammer on Loki?” He asked, and Thor tipped his head a little in acknowledgement. 

“Gently,” he added, obviously a little amused by Steve’s defensiveness. “Mjolnir has never taken Loki’s power before, and I do not expect that it will begin to now. We tested on the stone itself, though, and it seems it can siphon the power from it. And so…” 

“And so the hammer’s going to suck all the time juice out of Loki, and if that doesn’t put him right, Thor can zap him with it.” 

Loki clasped his hands in front of himself, then nodded. 

“Do it.” He decided, and Steve wanted to argue, but the plan seemed to have some logic to it, and it wasn’t like he had anything else to offer. 

Thor took the hammer from his belt and held it out. 

Loki reached out, closing the distance, and laid his hand on it. 

“What do I--” he started to ask, and then his eyes rolled back in his head, and a green light arced from his head to his hand and into the metal below. 

Thor’s eyes glowed with restrained lightning, and Loki’s legs folded, letting him drop like a sack of potatoes. Steve was right there to catch him, though, and he helped him to the ground, making sure he didn’t his anything on his way down. 

The power stopped as soon as it had started, and Thor shook his head, replacing the hammer by his side. 

“That ought to be that,” He announced. “I could feel his years returning to him. But if you will excuse me, I would rather not be here when he wakes. I don’t imagine he’s going to be too pleased with any of us-- most especially me.” Thor looked around, but no one objected. 

Steve considered it, but in all honesty, he figured Loki might be better off without Thor hovering while he recovered from this one. 

“Yeah, I’ll walk you out.” Tony said instead, and Steve nodded. 

“Thanks, Thor. For everything.” He wasn’t sure he really meant it, but Thor didn’t seem to notice, or mind. He raised his hand in farewell, and headed outside with Tony in the lead. 

“Well.” Bucky said. “That was one helluva show. Bet no one saw that coming.”

Steve looked down at Loki’s unconscious face, and wondered if his life would have been easier if he had-- if the small version of him had actually been able to go back with the knowledge, and make the changes he wanted to, how much differently that might have turned out. 

How much differently it might be to know him now, the type of people they’d be…

“Nope.” Steve answered. “I did not see that coming.”

[bebraveridethedragon]

I’ve Got No Fucking Clue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Warnings: There are no warnings for this chapter.

Chapter 3

All of the Avengers, plus Thor although he might be considered an Avenger now, were standing in a room with a monitor in it. They watched as Fury threatened Loki.

“In case it's unclear. You try to escape. You so much as scratch that glass.” Fury pressed a button that opened up the space beneath Loki’s glass cage.

“Thirty thousand feet, straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?!” Fury asked. “Ant,” Fury points at Loki, “boot.” He points at the button.

“It’s an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me.” Loki smirks.

“Built for things a lot stronger than you.” Fury says.

“Oh trust me I know.” Loki’s smirk turns towards the camera. In the observation room Douxie and Bruce tense up. Archie starts growling at the screen, at Loki or Fury, Douxie doesn’t know.

“The mindless beast and the last master wizard on Midgard. How desperate are you, that you call upon such lost beasts to defend you?” Loki asks, no longer looking at the camera.

“How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill ‘cause it's fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did.” Fury responds.

“Ooh. It burns you to come so close. To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share, and then to be reminded what real power is. You would’ve come closer to power if you had used the wizard, his magic is extremely powerful.” Loki taunts.

“We thought about it once, I’m glad we didn’t, he’s a good kid. Let me know if Real Power wants a magazine.” With that Fury walks out of the room.

“Not a kid.” Douxie mumbles as the screen turns black.

“He really grows on you, doesn’t he?” Bruce asked sarcastically.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Archie answers with even more sarcasm.

“Shit! I forgot you could talk.” Tony startles.

“Loki’s gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what’s his play?” Steve asked.

“He has an army called the Chitauri. They're not of Asgard or any world known. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract.” Thor uncrosses his arms.

“An army? From outer space?” Steve looks incredulous.

“Wouldn’t be the first one I’ve seen, although the last one was fighting for us not against us.” Douxie says.

“Ignoring what Douxie said for a minute, this means Loki’s building another portal. That’s what he needs Erik Selvig for.” Bruce says.

“Selvig?” Thor asks.

“He’s an astrophysicist.” Bruce answers.

“He’s a friend.” And oh, Thor must’ve met him when he came to Earth a few years ago.

“Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of ours.” Nat says, she gets a regretful look on her face. The only ones who notices are Douxie and Archie.

“I want to know why Loki let us take him. He’s not leading an army from here.” Steve says.

“I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him.” Bruce says.

“Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he's my brother.” Thor says.

“He’s killed eighty people in two days.” Nat points out.

“He’s adopted.” Thor defends. Douxie gives out a little snort that cause Nat to look at him. She gives him a soft smile before looking away again.

“Iridium, what did they need the iridium for?” Bruce asks.

“It’s a stabilizing agent,” Tony says walking in, he turns to Coulson, “I’ll fly you there. Keep the love alive.” He turns back to everyone else, “Means the portal won’t collapse in on itself like it did at SHIELD.”

Tony turns to Thor, “No hard feelings, Point Break. You've got a mean swing. Also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants.”

Tony turns to the crew on the Helicarrier before speaking again, “Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the top sails. That man is playing GALAGA! Thought we wouldn't notice. But we did.” Tony put a hand around one of his eyes and looks around.

“How does Fury do this?” Tony questions.

“He turns.” Maria Hill says causing Douxie to snort.

“Well, that sounds exhausting. The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily. Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube.” Tony waves his hands around.

“When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” Maria asked.

“Last night. The packet, Selvig's notes, the Extraction Theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading?” Tony asked.

“I read them, I understood most of it but some things were confusing.” Douxie said. Tony looked at him with approval.

“Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?” Steve asked.

“He's got to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.” Bruce answered.

“Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.” Tony contradicts.

“Well, if he could do that he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet.” Douxie says.

Tony smirks, “Finally! People who speak English.”

“Is that what just happened?” Steve asks.

“Yes, although you probably don’t understand it because your old.” Tony says.

“I don’t think age has anything to do with it, I think it has to do with the fact that he was trapped in ice for 70 years.” Douxie says.

“You think an old man could keep up with what we just talked about?” Tony asks.

“I mean I did, and I’m the second oldest person in this room.”

“Your like 19, that’s not old.”

“I’ve been 19 for 900 years.”

“What?!” Multiple people shouted.

“Wizards can choose to stop aging at any time.” Everybody but Nat and Thor looked surprised at this.

“Holy shit that’s so cool.” Nat rolled her eyes at Tony’s antics, even if it was a bit cool.

“Can we get back on topic? We can question the wizard later.” Bruce says.

“Right, it’s good to meet you, Dr. Banner. You're work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.” Tony shakes Bruce’s hand.

Bruce looks uncomfortable while he mutters a thanks.

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you might join him.” Fury says walking in.

“Let's start with that stick of his. It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.” Steve says.

“I don't know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I'd like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys. That’ll be Hisirdoux’s job though.

Douxie nods, ignoring Tony’s snort of amusement when he heard his full name.

“Monkeys? I do not understand.” Thor says.

“I do! I understood that reference.” Steve exclaims. Tony rolls his eyes while Douxie claps his hands sarcastically.

“Shall we play doctor? Harry Potter your coming with us too.” Tony says before he grabs Douxie’s bicep and drags him out with Bruce following.

“Let’s play some.” Bruce says as they walk out.

“I can walk myself thank you.” Douxie says while taking his bicep out of Tony’s grip.

“I know, but we wouldn’t want the old man to throw out his hip while walking.” Tony smirks at him.

“I’m technically still 19, I’ve just stayed 19 for 900 years.” Douxie glared.

“Wait, so you’re physically 19 but mentally you’re 919?” Bruce asks.

“No, he’s physically and mentally 19. Even if he has acquired a lot of knowledge over the past 900 years he still has the maturity of a 19 year old.” Archie says.

“Excuse you, I am very mature.” Douxie tried to defend himself.

“Just last week you were arguing with Seamus and Claire about who had the coolest special magic.” Archie deadpanned.

“I was born with the ability to control fire and to see the future, that’s one more than either of them have by themselves.” Tony and Bruce looked confused as the wizard and familiar argued.

“Who’s Claire and Seamus?” This was Tony that asked.

“And what is special magic?” That was Bruce that asked.

“Claire and Seamus are my apprentices, they’re also like my little siblings. And special magic is magic that you have to be born with. Every wizard is born with regular magic, but there’s also certain magic that you have to be born with to do.

“There’s shadow magic, necromancy, elemental magic, healing magic, and future seeing magic. I was born with the ability to control fire and see the future. Claire can control shadows and even create portals with them. Seamus was born with healing magic.” Douxie said. They had arrived at the lab and were sitting down now.

“Wow, that’s kinda cool.” Tony says. He and Bruce start working on finding the Tesseract. Douxie walks over to the staff and holds his hands above it.

“This is weird.” Douxie states.

“What is?” Bruce asks.

“It doesn’t feel like magic, it feels more like raw energy.” Douxie looks confused. Bruce walks over with a scanner thing in his hands. He holds it out over the staff and moves it around. Tony hasn’t moved from where he’s solving equations.

“The gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig's reports on the Tesseract. But it's gonna take weeks to process.” Bruce says.

“If we bypass their mainframe and direct a reroute to the Homer cluster, we can clock this around six hundred teraflops.” Tony says.

“All I packed was a toothbrush.” Bruce states. Tony smiles at Bruce and Douxie.

“You two should come by Stark Tower some time. Top 10 floors, all R&D. You’d love it, and we could use magic to make the best inventions ever.” Tony says.

“If I come, I’m bringing a friend. He’s only 16 but he’s a genius when it comes to technology.” Douxie says.

“What’s his name?” Tony asks.

“Krel Tarron.” Douxie tells him.

“Hmm, I’ll have to look him up.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Has he done something terrible.”

“He’s not from around here.”

“Is he an immigrant?”

“Kind of.”

“I don’t think it’d be a good idea for me to go, the last time I was in New York I kind of broke...Harlem.” Bruce says, ending their conversation.

“Well, I promise a stress free environment. No tension. No surprises.” Tony says right before he pokes Bruce with a mini electrical rod. Right then, Steve walked in, looking pissed.

Bruce yelps in shock when Tony zaps him. Tony looks at him closely.

“Nothing?” Tony asks.

“Hey! Are you nuts?” Steve exclaims.

“You’ve really got a lid on it, haven’t you? What’s your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?” Tony continued to question.

“Is everything a joke to you.” Steve asks Tony.

“Funny things are.” Tony deadpanned.

“Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny. No offense, doctor.” Steve says.

“No, it's alright. I wouldn't have come aboard if I couldn't handle pointy things.” Bruce says.

“You're tiptoeing, big man. You need to strut.” Tony tells Bruce.

“And you need to focus on the problem, Mr. Stark.” Steve says annoyed.

“You think I'm not? Why did Fury call us and why now? Why not before? What isn't he telling us? I can't do the equation unless I have all the variables.” Tony says.

“You think Fury’s hiding something.”

“He's a spy. Captain, he's the spy. His secrets have secrets. It's bugging them too, isn't it?” Tony points at Douxie and Bruce.

“Uh...I just wanna finish my work here and...” Stammers Bruce.

“Doctor? Douxie?” Steve asks.

“I’m kinda with Tony on this one, sorry Spangles. He knows everything about me but all I know about him is his name.” Douxie shrugs his shoulders. Steve looks disappointed.

“A warm light for all mankind, Loki's jab at Fury about the cube.” Bruce begins.

“I heard it.” Steve cuts him off.

Bruce points at Tony, “Well, I think that was meant for you. Even if Barton didn't post that all over the news.”

“The Stark Tower? That big ugly,” Tony gives Steve a look, “...building in New York?”

“It’s powered by Stark Reactors, self-sustaining energy source. That building will run itself for what, a year?” Bruce turns towards Tony.

“That's just the prototype. I'm kind of the only name in clean energy right now.” Tony says with pride.

“So, why didn't SHIELD bring him in on the Tesseract project? I mean, what are they doing in the energy business in the first place?” Douxie asks, catching onto the point Bruce was trying to make.

“I should probably look into that once my decryption programmer finishes breaking into all of SHIELD's secure files.” Tony says to himself.

“I'm sorry, did you say...?” Steve asks.

“Jarvis has been running it since I hit the bridge. In a few hours we'll know every dirty secret SHIELD has ever tried to hide. Blueberry?” Tony holds out the bag towards Douxie and Bruce. Both of them take a couple and Douxie hands some to Archie.

“Yet you're confused about why they didn't want you around?” Steve says.

“An intelligence organization that fears intelligence? Historically, not possible.” Tony retorts.

“I think Loki's trying to wind us up. This is a man who means to start a war, and if we don't stay focused, he'll succeed. We have orders, we should follow them.” Steve, the good soldier he is, says.

“Following is not really my style.” Tony says.

“Not really mine either.” Douxie states.

“And you're all about style, aren't you?” Steve smiles condescendingly at Tony, completely ignoring Douxie.

“Of the people in this room, which one is; A. wearing a spangly outfit, and B. not of use?” Tony asks annoyed.

“Steve, tell me none of this smells a little funky to you?” Steve looks hesitant at Bruce’s question, but quickly shakes it off.

“Just find the cube.” Steve says before leaving.

“Well that was fun.” Douxie says sarcastically.

“That's the guy my dad never shut up about? Wondering if they shouldn't have kept him on ice.” Tony says.

“The guy's not wrong about Loki. He does have the jump on us.” Bruce points out.

“What he’s got us an ACME dynamite kit. It’s gonna blow up in his face, and I’m gonna be there when it does.” Tony says.

“And I’ll read all about it.” Bruce says back.

“Uh-huh. Or you’ll be suiting up like the rest of us.” Tony tells Bruce. Douxie’s starting to get bored of this conversation so he starts picking at his chipped nail polish.

“Ah, see. I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve. It's a nightmare.” Bruce mutters.

“You know, as awesome as this conversation is, I’m getting bored. So I’m going to go repaint my nails and call Claire.” Douxie sticks his tongue out and flashes devils horns before leaving. They wave at him as he leaves before starting their conversation again.

Douxie walks to Nat’s room. She’s just getting ready to leave when he walks in.

“Can I borrow your nail polish, I left mine at home.” Douxie asks. She nods and hands it to him before they both exit the room.

“Where’re you going?” Archie asks.

“To talk to Loki, see if I can get information out of him.” Nat replies. Douxie and Archie nod before they split paths with her.

Walking to his current room, Douxie sits down in the desk chair. He unscrews the bottle and starts to paint his nails. He also gets his phone out and calls Claire before putting it on speaker.

“Douxie! Finally, it’s been two days since you left. What happened to calling?” Claire asks as soon as she picks up.

“Sorry C-Bomb, it’s been a busy few days. We’ve captured the guy that stole the Tesseract but we still don’t know where it is.”

“Who stole it anyways?” Claire asked.

“Loki, Norse god of mischief. He plans to use it to make a portal and summon an army to take over Earth.” Douxie didn’t think he should be telling her this but he didn’t care.

“Shit, your not hurt are you?”

“No Claire, I’m fine. Although this team does not get along very well.”

“I’m fine too, thanks for asking.” Archie says.

“Oh! Sorry Archie I wasn’t aware I was on speaker.” Claire apologizes. Archie just chuckled.

“What are you doing right now?” Claire asks.

“I’m painting my nails, Archie’s trying to take a nap on my pillow I think. What are you doing.” Archie purred in response.

“Homework. Me, Jim, Krel, Seamus, Steve, and Toby are having a study session because we have a test tomorrow. They all say hi by the way.”

“Tell them I say hi too.”

“I did, Toby also needs an answer for his history homework and he can’t find it in his book.”

“What’s the question?”

“Hey Douxie!” Toby says over the phone.

“Hi Tobes, what’s you’re question?” Douxie smiles.

“How did the Black Death start? I can’t remember and I can’t find it in the book.”

“Have you tried googling it?”

“Yes! All it tells me is the number of deaths it caused.”

“Well, people think it was transmitted from rodents to humans by the bite of infected fleas.”

“Oh thanks! Your a life saver.”

“No problem Toby.” Douxie finished painting his last nail before using magic to dry them. He goes into the bathroom, taking his eyeliner pencil with him. He continues to talk to Claire for a few more minutes before they ended the call.

He looked into the mirror and sees bags under his eyes. He sighs before leaning forward and applying the eyeliner.

“How did you forget nail polish but remember eyeliner?” Nat asked. Douxie jumped, luckily not poking his eye or messing up his eyeliner.

“I’ve got no clue.” Douxie says before going back to his eyeliner.

“Hurry up we have a situation.” Nat says.

“What’s going on?” Douxie asks.

“Loki plans to unleash the hulk.”

“Fuzz buckets.” Douxie mutters. He quickly finishes his eyeliner before putting his pencil down and picking Archie up.

Archie yawns before going back to sleep in Douxie’s arms. Nat and Douxie walk out of his room and make their way to the lab.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

This fic is also on AO3 if you want to read it there.

I do not own anything other then the parts you don’t recognize.

[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 12)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 1657

Warnings: Language, torture

Song: Fallen Angel - Three Days Grace

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Over two months you’d been on Asgard. Shannon hadn’t sent a letter since your last one, but you assumed she was just busy at Tony’s lab. A budding new romance and new job was probably a lot to take on. 

Except, on your end, your new best friend Loki was at his wits end. 

It was only yesterday Odin announced to his closest family and confidants that Thor was still going to be appointed to the throne soon. He was upset and you and he went riding in the forest to ease his mind. From the way he was acting afterward, you thought he had cooled down, but today… you asked where Loki was, and no one had seen him. None of his family, nor the elite warriors. You weren’t worried too much, until nightfall when he hadn’t been seen all.

It was only then that you thought you should seek the help of Heimdall. Spying on him felt wrong, but in this sense you were solely worried about his well being. But as you trekked your way down the rainbow bridge, you saw Thor and Loki fighting -- intensely. 

That’s when you started to jog, your mind reeling. What could he possibly doing? What was Thor doing? When you reached them, you cried out while Loki shoved Thor back with Odin’s staff -- what was he doing with that? Why didn’t Odin have it?

“Loki? What are you doing?” you desperately asked. 

“Taking what is rightfully mine!” he proclaimed, looking frenzied. “I thought I could handle it, Y/N. I can’t. I’m just as suited for the throne if not better. It’s only because I’m a Frost Giant!” he announced before glaring at Thor who stood at the ready with his hammer. 

“Loki, please. We can talk about this,” you tried, inching towards him. 

“There is nothing to talk about, darling,” he informed with a dark smirk before you realized that Loki had replaced himself with an illusion of himself in a split second -- you hadn’t seen the action. You glanced inside the Bifrost and saw Loki insert the staff and unleash the full power.

“What are you doing?!” Thor demanded as he ran forward. “You’ll destroy them!”

“Just doing what you once set out to do! Father will see that I can do the same thing you and he can,” Loki snarled before they fought some more. You begged them to quit, but you couldn’t physically stop them. Even the small bit of magic Loki had taught you wasn’t any use in this situation. 

Eventually, Thor kicked Loki out onto the bridge, effectively knocking his brother down before hitting Mjolnir into the bridge. 

“You’ll never see the human again!” Loki proclaimed to Thor. 

Panic started to dance around your heart. If Thor destroyed that bridge, the Bifrost… Your way back to Earth would be lost. Your way back to your friends, to Diane and Tom, to Lucky… And most importantly -- Shannon. Loki had once said he knew ways of leaving Asgard without the Bifrost… But did you believe him? Right now, as your portal was being destroyed… did you believe this maniacal, wonderful man? 

You weren’t so sure. 

Certainly he wouldn’t destroy your only way back home. No… Loki, who desired a home so desperately wouldn’t rob you of yours, you knew this. 

As you were about to look at him though, to gauge his rage, his heartbreak that drove him to do this, a supersonic boom overtook the three of you, throwing you into the air. 

Time seemed to stop as your body fell in free fall. Until you hit the rainbow bridge hard, your face slamming into the smooth surface of it. You groaned, but you frantically looked for your friends. As you lifted your throbbing head, you saw King Odin, leaning over the side, holding onto Thor’s boot, where Thor held Odin’s staff -- Loki hanging off the end. 

You stood on the edge, your heart in your throat, your stomach felt as if it weren’t there. 

“I could’ve done it, Father. I could’ve done it, for you, for all of us,” Loki tried, declaring his torment, his anguish to be loved -- to be seen as an equal. 

“No, Loki,” Odin responded softly, showing his disappointment.

In that moment, you saw resolve in Loki’s eyes. A sort of solemn, defeated calm fell over him as he let go.

Without thinking, you backed up on the bridge, took off into a short sprint, and swan-dove over the edge of the bridge to meet him, where you heard Thor yell your name. 

What came over you, you had no idea, but a life without Loki in that instant felt like hell. You couldn’t do it. There was no question in your mind that you wanted to be with him. And the idea of him being alone, facing death alone felt... wrong. 

In an instant, you met Loki. Before you could register what was happening, he wrapped his arms around you protectively as you fell toward the descending Bifrost. It’s a wonder you weren’t dead… But, according to your lineage, you were a God just as Loki, so this shouldn’t bother you. 

“What’s going to happen to us?” you asked with concern while the fall seemed to last a good while.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. His perfect brows knitted together as he peered at you. The two of you had never been this close. In fact, you had never touched each other. No handshake, no hug, nothing of the sort. “Why did you jump? You were safe on the bridge.”

“I need you in my life more than you may know. I’ll go wherever you are,” you vowed and his gaze hardened...and softened somehow.

From that, he kept quiet, the two of you just staring at each other, waiting for something to hit you, rip you apart, or elsewise. You were ready for an untimely, reckless death. But a world without Loki didn’t seem possible to you.

Silently, you said your goodbyes to your loved ones. To Diane and Tom for taking you in and giving you a home when you didn’t have one. To Lucky, for being the best dog anyone could have as a pet. To Jane, a great researcher who would do great things. To Darcy, a hilarious girl that would go places. To Tony, for always knowing how to make a joke. To Thor and the entire Odin family for giving you a place to learn about your true heritage… 

And to Shannon, your light in the dark. The fire in your soul. You told her you loved her, hoping it would reach through time and space and reach her heart as you clutched to Loki. 

But then...you hit ground. 

You assumed this was it, you were dead. But Loki and you were still together. His leather still in your fists. 

You let go of him and opened your eyes, your hands landing on cool dirt, the area dark around you.

“Where are we?” you asked, hoping he’d been here before.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, scanning his surroundings. “If I had to guess, I’d say anywhere, this looks closest to Sanctuary..”

“Sanctuary? What’s that?” you asked, the two of you still on the ground. “Well... Can you get us back to Asgard?” 

“I--”

“Who dares trespass Sanctuary?!” a voice hissed as it stepped out from behind a pile of boulders, a small force beside them.

The voice made you retreat in on yourself while Loki positioned himself in front of you slightly.

“Our apologies, we simply… got lost and ended up here,” he tried. “We’ll be going,” he said, about to stand but they aimed some form of a weapon at you. It appeared to be an electrolyzed spear. 

“Halt! No one enters here by accident. How did you get here?” the man with grey-reptile skin asked. You didn’t know him, but you didn’t want to. Your blood felt like ice around him.

“Wait,” a different voice said. This voice was low… resonating… But it wasn’t from anyone standing around you. Finally, the man -- was he a man?--appeared. He stepped out from the same spot the other man did. “Perhaps they could be of use to us. Where are you from?” he asked. 

He was large, and purple. He was almost twice Loki’s size and had an imposing presence about him. 

“Asgard,” Loki stated. 

“Asgard… A formidable kingdom. Who were you there?”

“I was...A king, a prince…” Loki answered, the tiniest touch of sorrow in his voice.

“A prince? A king? Hmm… Tell me, would you like to be a true king? One that doesn’t question his power? I can give you power you’ve never dreamed of,” the man promised, leaning forward slightly.

Loki looked back to you and you flashed him a concerned look with an ever so slight shake of your head.

“We appreciate your offer, but we will just be leaving. No power or staying for us. We’ll be out of your realm in quicker than you can blink,” Loki promised as he turned to help you up.

“If you don’t want to help me, then you’ll just be in the way.” The man turned and started to walk away. “Kill them,” he ordered.

“Wait!” Loki cried out. A mischievous smile danced on his face. “Perhaps I spoke too quickly. I think we can be of use to you. What exactly do you need?”

“Now you’re talking,” the large man said before turning around. “I need willing participants…” he stated, looking at you two with a gleam in his eye.

The gleam made your heart hammer in your chest as you and Loki instinctively moved closer to each other, lacing your fingers with his, before the large man gave a confident half smile at you two.

Wherever you were, wherever you just landed, it would be the end of you. You were trapped, doomed, enslaved…

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[hitbythunder]

Waking a Dangerous Curiosity

A Thranduil x Loki story -> read also on AO3

Summary: After their brief trip to Jotunheim, Odin punishes his both sons for breaking the peace treaty with Laufey: they get banished from Asgard and cast out to Middle Earth. Without their divine powers, Loki and Thor soon fall into the hands of the Mirkwood Elves and become slaves at Thranduil's court. As Loki decides to improve his, and his brother's situation, he wakes the curiosity of the Elvenking himself. Warnings: very explicit scenes between elf and Asgardian ;) ************************ The darkness of the night had already covered the sky with its black blanket, which only a few stars could breach with their light, when the Elvenking entered his study. The neatly arranged candles here and there, the large fireplace as well as the many rugs and furs covering the wooden floor composed a quite cozy atmosphere in the manageable room. Although not as secluded as his private chambers, the study was one of Thranduil's safe havens within the large palace which he sought out as often as possible. After pouring himself a well-earned glass of his favourite wine, the silver-haired elf sank graciously onto the soft couch in front of the fire place, the flames casting a warm glow over his dark-grey robe with the crimson mantle on top. While watching the dance of the flames, he could relax from the strain of the day. Dealing with both humans and dwarves on one day was too much to ask of an elf, even for him, and so Thranduil was overly glad to have some peace now. Little did he now it wouldn't last much longer.

Suddenly a knock came from the ornamented wooden door and with a sigh of annoyance, the king permitted entrance to whomever dared to interrupt him in his precious private time. “Adar, forgive my intrusion but this couldn't wait!” Legolas said as he approached the king, his father, who sipped casually at his wine and gestured lazily with his free hand for the younger elf to continue.

“Our rangers captured two men lost in the midst of the Greenwood, far from any known path.” the blonde elf began and Thranduil chuckled at the foolishness of the humans. Many had tried to pass the Greenwood, the largest forest in all of Middle Earth, and most of them had been led astray by the countless winding paths hidden in the thicket. Easy prey for the elvish hunters who would bring them to the palace. There was always some lower work for humans.

“And here I thought the mortals knew what happened to those who enter my kingdom without permission. Apparently they have not learned their lessons!” the king mused and took another sip, obviously finished with this topic and not interested into details. “Proceed as usual, Iôn, and do not disturb me again tonight!” Thanduil turned his gaze towards the flames and dismissed his son who refused to leave however.

“As you wish, but there is more I long to report to you.” Only when he felt the cold cerulean orbs resting on him again, Legolas continued. “Those two men claim to be princes of another realm and demand to be treated as such. Yet they refused to tell me their names as they would only speak with you.”

Thranduil's eyes narrowed and with one final gulp he rose from the couch. The silken clothing gliding down his tall figure and stretching out with a shy rustle. Apparently, the king wasn't finished for today, the spiked crown on his head calling for duty. “I will not tolerate any humans deeming themselves to be superior to our kind, especially if they disrespect my own flesh! Show me those men at once!”

With large strides, the Elvenking walked down the corridor of the palace towards the throne room, the crimson mantle atop his dark-grey robe floating behind him like flames with every step. Followed by Legolas, Thranduil graciously descended the steps to the platform in front of his throne while the prisoners were led in from another flight of stairs on the other side. One of them was blonde, tall and very well-built, the muscles stretching his navy-blue linen tunic in all the right places while the other was of a more athletic statue, with black hair past his shoulders contrasting his pale complexion. And when the two men beheld the silverly king in all his glory, their eyes widening at his dashing appearance, Thranduil chuckled mentally. He had a tremendous impact on other beings, regardless the race.

“Who dares to wander in my woods without my consent?” Thranduil's voice was smooth and vibrant, like luxurious silk brushing gently over one's skin, as it rang in the brothers' ears. Mesmerized by the outstanding looks of the king, they hesitated to answer until the raven-haired one found his tongue again.

“None other than the sons of Odin, the king of Asgard, your highness. I am Loki and this is my brother Thor!” the slim one replied in an almost equally rich voice, gesturing with his slender pale hands. Thranduil mustered the two 'princes' thoroughly from head to toe and the brother's could sense the intense gaze of cerulean orbs on them. Judging from their simple linen tunics, their slightly disheveled hair and some spots of dirt on their skin and clothes, neither of them looked royal to the elf's eyes.

“Neither the name of your father nor of this realm you claim to be from sounds familiar to me.” Thranduil then said and began to slowly pace in front of the men, his arms behind his back. “So spare me your lies, mortal!”

“This is the truth!!” Thor yelled out and as soon as he slightly stepped forward, the surrounding guards had their swords and lances pointed at both brothers. Thranduil turned to look at them with an ice-cold expression, the thick brows at the top of the perfectly straight nose knitting.

“My own valet appears more royal to me than you do. So tell me, 'princeling', why I should not let you two rot in my dungeon for wasting my time?!” the silver elf hissed at the blonde and Thor was so close to loose control and fight his way free – just to punch that haughty elf in his porcelain face.

Let's see if it shatters!

However, Loki was quick enough to pick up the word again before his brother could worsen the situation any more. Normally, those elves wouldn't stand a chance against the gods but in their current state, the brothers would most certainly loose. “Because our looks are not sufficient to judge our descent from, your highness. If you would con-” Loki tried to be as polite as possible yet he had no chance to finish. Thranduil didn't even listen properly as he was still in a glaring-battle with Thor, who refused to avert his gaze as a sign of defeat. And this blunt insolence enraged the Elvenking.

“Enough! I will not have more of your tainted words!” Thranduil stepped back and beheld the brothers one last time. “No one trespasses my land without punishment! Time has no meaning to an elf while you shall spend your days in a cell of my dungeon!”

Loki was shocked at this announcement, not resisting the guards who grabbed him while Thor fought with everything he got. Finishing the matter for today and hoping to return to his study, Thranduil turned away from the intruders and walked towards the stairs he had descended from earlier.

“Maybe you reconsider your story then!”

Two full moon-cycles had passed since the gods had arrived to the Woodland Realm. Still being imprisoned in separated cells, they had finally begun to accept their fate. Being cast out and stripped off their powers by their own father, the brothers had to adapt to mortality and this world they were now forced to live in. While it didn't take long for Loki to come to this simple (but painful) realization, Thor struggled considerably. The hurt of his father's repudiation and the loss of his beloved hammer Mjölnir was too much for him to cope with. The first days of their imprisonment, Thor had yelled and hammered against the bars with all his strength, he had ushered every curse he knew and raged like a storm inside the small cell. But time nagged at him until his stubbornness broke and he too resigned to his fate. The dungeons became quiet again.

As Thranduil had foreseen, the brothers didn't claim to be princes anymore after their stay in the dungeons and broken as they were, they finally could be used for work. Slavery was a common concept among the Silvan-Elves of Mirkwood and due to the mortality of humans, there was a constant need for labor-force. Thor was too crude and blunt to be around high-born elves, so he was put to the workers where his strength could be used ideally. His tasks stretched from chopping wood, carrying heavy bags of supplies or stocks, to simple stable work. In contrast, Loki's manners and outstanding wisdom had soon granted him a promotion to the position of a palace-servant, his eloquence and skills being a welcomed trait among the elves. Rarely did a human fit so well into their society as the raven-haired man did. Clad in a forest-green simple elvish robe and with his now middle-length hair combed back neatly, Loki could have been easily mistaken for an elf.

While being glad to be able to work instead of rotting in the dungeons, the brothers terribly missed their home and friends. Yet they would speak about other topics when Loki came for a quick visit to the stables whenever he could. At least their brotherly bond had been fortified by this dilemma.

Summer arrived and when the reports of the raven-haired servant's remarkable qualities became more and more frequent, Thranduil decided to see for himself if that was true. And against his expectations, Loki didn't fail to impress when he was assigned to be one of the king's valets. At first, he had seen his promotion as a well-earned reward but after some days in the silver elf's mesmerizing presence, it had turned out to be a torture instead. Shivers ran down Loki's spine whenever Thranduil addressed him with his intoxicating voice and the burning gaze of those cerulean orbs was hot on his skin. Loki couldn't deny that the king had gotten under his skin, much more than he anticipated, yet he had still to find out if the reverse case was also true.

Soon Loki caught himself staring at the other male longer than what was appropriate and he quickly looked away, hoping that no one had noticed. Unfortunately, Thranduil was a very perceptive being and within no time he was aware of the raven-haired man's interest in his person. With a sly smirk at the corners of his thin lips, Thranduil watched in amusement as Loki carefully (but very hasty) cleared the dining table in front of him. To say the elf's ego was flattered was needless to say. When the four valets had finished, the king decided to spend the early afternoon in the library and rose.

“You there, follow me!” he commanded and Loki slightly hesitated before he obeyed. Silently they walked through many corridors until they entered the grand library which was rather abandoned at the current hour, only two other elves were making copies of ancient books to preserve the knowledge. The literature Thranduil was seeking was stored in the back of the library where also a small living room suit and a wooden desk were arranged near a window. While Thranduil sat down at the desk and flipped through the pages, Loki stood at some distance and waited for instructions, not knowing why the king had requested his presence at all.

“Hand me that thick book with the blue cover!” the king then ordered, looking up from the text while Loki turned towards the shelf. Thranduil once again mustered the man, his tall and slim figure, his pale smooth skin and the onyx hair cascading down his shoulders. For a human, Loki was incredibly handsome, almost of elvish beauty, and for a split second Thrandui questioned the man's origin. When Loki had found the book and spun around again, he inhaled sharply because the king was suddenly standing in front of him. Even without his crown, the elf was taller by almost a head and staring intimidatingly down upon him but Loki stood his ground. Only when Thranduil's hand emerged from the folds of his aegean robe and reached his face, tracing along his cheek, Loki's calm composure faltered.

“I have never before seen a human such as you....” Thranduil whispered, his finger brushing over Loki's parted lips. “Waking my curiosity like you do is a rare and dangerous endeavor...” A little harshly, the elf grabbed the raven-haired man's chin, lifting it up and forcing him even closer, their faces barely apart as Thranduil leaned down and purred. “….because it demands for utter satisfaction!”

Another shiver rushed through the Trickster and his famous smirk appeared on his lips, his emerald orbs sparkling in excitement. Apparently, he had some impact on the elf as well and Loki was more than determined to use that for his advantage. Thus he grabbed the hand which held his chin and pulled it away a bit. “Then let me sate you!” Loki then purred and licked across Thranduil's palm with a mischievous grin. While his face didn't change at all, a wild flame of desire was sparking within the Elvenking, which could only be discovered through his hungry eyes.

“Adar? Are you in here?” A familiar voice suddenly called and Thranduil had to let go of the mortal, whispering barely audible into his ear before he did so. “I expect you in my chambers tonight!” And with that, the Elvenking withdrew and walked away towards his son, leaving Loki with a racing heart behind the shelf.

When Loki closed the large wooden door behind him he had already made up a plan in his mind: he would use his charms to gain power over the Elvenking and then free himself and his brother from slavery. They would live like royals again! Determinedly and self-consciously, Loki followed the faint glow of light coming from the adjacent chamber which turned out to be the master bedroom. A high wall of dark-brown wardrobes filled with more than just clothes stood tall on both sides of the entrance and the back of the room was filled almost entirely by the huge bed. Out of finest ebony wood with metal inlays, elvish engravings and antlers as decoration, the bed throned on a pedestal, its dark-grey silken cushions and blankets neatly arranged and inviting. The candle bearers here and there gave off a soft warm light and covered the entire room with a faint orange glow. To all the dark wood around him, Thranduil's silvery figure was a stark  contrast, his long hair floating past his shoulders as he turned around. The king still wore his dark-grey robe with the silver linings, yet the collar had been opened to reveal even more of the flawless skin beneath than usual, as Loki noted immediately as he approached. The king poured some drinks at a small table near the bed.

“Drink!” Thranduil commanded in a low voice as he handed his valet a goblet of wine, their fingers touching briefly during the handing over and sending sparks through both men. Their eyes met in a heated gaze, nothing but hungry desire clearly visible in those cerulean ones. With a triumphant smirk, Loki emptied the goblet in one go and 'accidentally' spilled some drops onto his chest, spoiling the robe. “Oh my, how clumsy of me!” he teased as he began to unbutton the top of the robe with his free hand, his slender fingers skilfully removing one after another while Thranduil watched every of his moves. When Loki's abdomen came into view, one remaining drop of wine gliding down the hills of his chest, the Elvenking couldn't restrain himself any longer and dashed forward.

In the next moment, he already had Loki in his grip, one hand snaking underneath the robe and around his waist while the other cupped the Trickster's face and pulled him closer. Pressed against the taller elf's chest, Loki didn't resist when Thranduil forced their lips to melt in a passionate kiss. Pleasant waves of delight rushed through him and when the elf's tongue intruded his mouth, Loki felt a warm tingling down his loins. In order to tease the king and make him desperate for more, Loki then took hold of Thranduil's right hand and guided it downwards, allowing the elf to cup his already growing arousal. Thranduil exhaled sharply and separated their lips, his breath already more laboured and his orbs clouded with lust as he stared down upon the smirking raven-haired man.

“What a minx you are...” The king said in a low husky voice and in full awareness of Loki's intentions, he began to massage him, adding just the right pressure. Loki couldn't help but moan. “... but I am the one in control here!” Suddenly, Thranduil grabbed a fist full of Loki's black hair and pulled, forcing his head back and leaving his throat exposed. Licking along his neck in turn with planting hot kisses along the way, the elf made his way to the Trickster's ear, licking and sucking at the lobe.

“Let's see if you can satisfy me thoroughly, little minx!” Thranduil purred seductively, delicately squeezing Loki's cock in his hand, before he rather roughly dragged him over to the bed.As soon as Loki landed on the soft mattress, he turned on his back and continued to unbutton himself – with both hands now since he sensed the king's impatience. The elf may have caught him off guard and managed to coax a moan out of him but Loki would win this battle of power and dominate the king himself. He had to, for his as well as for Thor's sake. The undressing wasn't fast enough for Thranduil, so he ripped his robe open with his hands, the buttons popping off and flying across the room. Slowly the dark silk slid past the elf's shoulders and glided down his body, past his hips until it pooled around his feet and Loki halted in his tracks at the sight. Naked and completely pure, Thranduil stood proudly at the end of the bed, his whole body glowing silverly and as Loki's gaze travelled south, his eyes widened.

With a predatory chuckle, Thranduil then knelt down over the other male and in one swift movement ripped the green robe apart and pulled it away from under the Trickster. Gathering his thoughts again, Loki then sat up and let his hands roam over the elf's broad chest, admiring the well-built figure in front of him. Thranduil wasn't as bulky as Thor but still much more muscular than Loki – a quite pleasing fact – and the elf too enjoyed being touched this way, his proud erection twitching whenever Loki's hands came a little closer.

“I shall quench every ounce of your desire before the night is over!” Loki declared ever so self-confidently, pulling the silverly elf down beside him and trying to align his cock properly. He would mount the haughty king and make him kneel eventually. Out of nowhere, Thranduil then used his elvish strength to grab Loki's arms, pin them over his head and put shackles around his wrists, the polished silver sparkling in the candle light. “W-what...??” Confused and quite surprised at the sudden turn of events, Loki tried to wriggle free but to no avail, while Thranduil chuckled darkly at his prey.

“What made you think I would let you reign over me?” Now all his true emotions came forth, no hiding anymore, and his face lit up with pure joy. “On the contrary, my dear princeling, I shall be ruling over every fibre of your body!” And with that, the elf dived down and closed his mouth around one of Loki's nipples, sucking and biting the nub delicately. Again Loki couldn't suppress a moan, louder and more wanton this time, his pulsating member poking against the elf's belly.

“So responsive to every touch...” Thranduil whispered more to himself as he tasted the other nipple and began to rub his hips against the male beneath him, pressing his length against the inside of Loki's thigh. With his heart racing and his chest heaving heavily, Loki now realized that he had totally underestimated the elf's subtleness and charm – not to mention his size! Maybe it had been a mistake to attract the king's attention. In awe Loki had to endure the purposeful caressing of the slender hands as they discovered his body, while Thranduil skilfully used his mouth and tongue to push all the right buttons of Loki's body. Thranduil bit down his neck, one hand massaging his balls while the other cupped his behind only to search for the desired entrance. Once found, the king didn't hesitate to shove a finger inside and oh, Thranduil had long digits.

“Aaah... Th..Thranduil!” Loki moaned between breaths when he felt another finger stretching him and when they hit the most sensitive spot within him, Loki arched his back as much as he could underneath the larger male. “Aaahhh!!!”

“There it is!” Thranduil purred in a low voice laden with so much lust, it would have let anybody faint yet somehow Loki was still there, his cock throbbing wildly and begging for release. Thus he tried desperately to rub himself against the elf on top to create some friction but then Thranduil hoisted himself up on both arms, his fingers slipping out of the god. Loki whimpered at the loss of body contact like a dirty whore but he was beyond caring. All he wanted was that elf to fill him deep and good, to be impaled like never before and serve the silverly king as a means for satisfaction, knowing that this would surely trigger his own release. With his hair already dishevelled from the wriggling, black strands framing the porcelain face tinted in a strong shade of crimson from the blush and his emerald eyes giving away all his current needs, Loki just lay there and looked up at the handsome elf.

“What a sight you are... all flustered and yearning for my cock!” Thranduil assessed, his long silver hair gliding past his shoulders as he moved his head a little to the side, his cerulean orbs sparkling brightly. “Since I am willing to grant you your wish....” the elf reached down and clasped his own erection, pumping a few times to harden even more, before he aligned himself in front of Loki's hole. “...you shall have it all!”

With that, Thranduil shoved himself deep into Loki, tremendously stretching his muscles so that the raven-haired man rung for air. While a little time for adjustment might have been necessary, the Elvenking began at once to move his hips, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both men. In his former life as a prince of Asgard, Loki had already made some experiences regarding intimacies between men but never had it been so intense. He felt like a virgin all over again, and the fact that he was at the mercy of the Elvenking almost tipped him over the edge. All the while, Thranduil hadn't averted his intense gaze from the man beneath him, yet at the increasing pleasure building inside him, the king couldn't help but close them briefly and relish in the sensation of Loki's flesh around him.

“By the Valar!” Thranduil hissed when he felt Loki contracting around him and his one hand quickly flew to the untended cock between them, pinching the top in a distinct way. “Don't you dare to come without my permission!” the elf growled and spun the smaller man around with little effort between thrusts. Loki screeched out loud when Thranduil was at an angle that allowed him to go even deeper but the elf refrained from doing so. Instead he grabbed Loki by the hair and pulled his head up, forcing his back to arch, while he himself knelt behind the Trickster.

“Beg me to fuck you harder!” Thranduil commanded, emphasizing his order by a savoury slap on Loki's butt which was currently on splendid display. “Aaahhh!! P-Please, f-f-fuck me harder, T-Thranduil!” Loki somehow managed to say and oh, he would come so hard if not for this damned hand pinching his tip. Enjoying every minute, Thranduil then pressed Loki's upper body down while keeping the lovely behind up and resumed the penetration, sliding his long shaft all in up to his pubis.

“What...” - thrust - “...a salacious....” - thrust - “...princeling...” - thrust - “... you are!”

Sensing his own climax approaching, Thranduil increased his pace while smacking Loki's cheeks again, square across both, and then grabbed the smaller man at the back of the neck, forcing him further down and improving the angle of his thrusts. Loki's face was all distorted by lust, his whole body trembling and covered in pearls of sweat. He was a complete mess and such an arousing sight! Thranduil's eyes couldn't feast enough on it thus he made a simple decision.

“You are mine, Loki...” The Elvenking declared between laboured breaths, his hips slapping against the other male's soft butt. “And now come for your king!”

And with that the elf stopped pinching the tip and instead clutched the shaft of the Trickster while continuing to fuck him vigorously. With his name rolling off the king's tongue still ringing in his ears, Loki arched his back even more and pressed himself agains the king. Two more thrusts was all it took to trigger the long-yearned for wave of his apex and Loki held his breath as it washed over him with full force. Thranduil recognized the contraction around his throbbing pole with an animalistic grunt and rode it out as much as possible, milking Loki dry with his already slick hand. Then the Elvenking allowed himself to get lost in ecstasy, unleashing spurts of his hot semen into the raven-haired man and filling him until the juice gushed out again.Loki had already collapsed and lay paralysed on his belly, every limb heavy and numb, when Thranduil removed himself again and sat up. With a contempt sigh, the elf brushed through his slightly disarranged hair with his clean hand, removing the loose strands from his face, and then looked down at his panting valet with a sly smile.

“My curiosity is not satisfied as promised... so come here, little minx!” the Elvenking purred as he grabbed Loki's still parted legs and pulled him closer to his lap.

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Unforseen Chasm (part 12)

Part 12 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 1657  Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93​​ what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Over two months you’d been on Asgard. Shannon hadn’t sent a letter since your last one, but you assumed she was just busy at Tony’s lab. A budding new romance and new job was probably a lot to take on. 

Except, on your end, your new best friend Loki was at his wits end. 

It was only yesterday Odin announced to his closest family and confidants that Thor was still going to be appointed to the throne soon. He was upset and you and he went riding in the forest to ease his mind. From the way he was acting afterward, you thought he had cooled down, but today… you asked where Loki was, and no one had seen him. None of his family, nor the elite warriors. You weren’t worried too much, until nightfall when he hadn’t been seen all.

It was only then that you thought you should seek the help of Heimdall. Spying on him felt wrong, but in this sense you were solely worried about his well being. But as you trekked your way down the rainbow bridge, you saw Thor and Loki fighting -- intensely. 

That’s when you started to jog, your mind reeling. What could he possibly doing? What was Thor doing? When you reached them, you cried out while Loki shoved Thor back with Odin’s staff -- what was he doing with that? Why didn’t Odin have it? 

“Loki? What are you doing?” you desperately asked. 

“Taking what is rightfully mine!” he proclaimed, looking frenzied. “I thought I could handle it, Y/N. I can’t. I’m just as suited for the throne if not better. It’s only because I’m a Frost Giant!” he announced before glaring at Thor who stood at the ready with his hammer. 

“Loki, please. We can talk about this,” you tried, inching towards him. 

“There is nothing to talk about, darling,” he informed with a dark smirk before you realized that Loki had replaced himself with an illusion of himself in a split second -- you hadn’t seen the action. You glanced inside the Bifrost and saw Loki insert the staff and unleash the full power.

“What are you doing?!” Thor demanded as he ran forward. “You’ll destroy them!”

“Just doing what you once set out to do! Father will see that I can do the same thing you and he can,” Loki snarled before they fought some more. You begged them to quit, but you couldn’t physically stop them. Even the small bit of magic Loki had taught you wasn’t any use in this situation. 

Eventually, Thor kicked Loki out onto the bridge, effectively knocking his brother down before hitting Mjolnir into the bridge. 

“You’ll never see the human again!” Loki proclaimed to Thor. 

Panic started to dance around your heart. If Thor destroyed that bridge, the Bifrost… Your way back to Earth would be lost. Your way back to your friends, to Diane and Tom, to Lucky… And most importantly -- Shannon. Loki had once said he knew ways of leaving Asgard without the Bifrost… But did you believe him? Right now, as your portal was being destroyed… did you believe this maniacal, wonderful man? 

You weren’t so sure. 

Certainly he wouldn’t destroy your only way back home. No… Loki, who desired a home so desperately wouldn’t rob you of yours, you knew this. 

As you were about to look at him though, to gauge his rage, his heartbreak that drove him to do this, a supersonic boom overtook the three of you, throwing you into the air. 

Time seemed to stop as your body fell in free fall. Until you hit the rainbow bridge hard, your face slamming into the smooth surface of it. You groaned, but you frantically looked for your friends. As you lifted your throbbing head, you saw King Odin, leaning over the side, holding onto Thor’s boot, where Thor held Odin’s staff -- Loki hanging off the end. 

You stood on the edge, your heart in your throat, your stomach felt as if it weren’t there. 

“I could’ve done it, Father. I could’ve done it, for you, for all of us,” Loki tried, declaring his torment, his anguish to be loved -- to be seen as an equal. 

“No, Loki,” Odin responded softly, showing his disappointment.

In that moment, you saw resolve in Loki’s eyes. A sort of solemn, defeated calm fell over him as he let go.

Without thinking, you backed up on the bridge, took off into a short sprint, and swan-dove over the edge of the bridge to meet him, where you heard Thor yell your name. 

What came over you, you had no idea, but a life without Loki in that instant felt like hell. You couldn’t do it. There was no question in your mind that you wanted to be with him. And the idea of him being alone, facing death alone felt... wrong. 

In an instant, you met Loki. Before you could register what was happening, he wrapped his arms around you protectively as you fell toward the descending Bifrost. It’s a wonder you weren’t dead… But, according to your lineage, you were a God just as Loki, so this shouldn’t bother you. 

“What’s going to happen to us?” you asked with concern while the fall seemed to last a good while.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. His perfect brows knitted together as he peered at you. The two of you had never been this close. In fact, you had never touched each other. No handshake, no hug, nothing of the sort. “Why did you jump? You were safe on the bridge.”

“I need you in my life more than you may know. I’ll go wherever you are,” you vowed and his gaze hardened...and softened somehow.

From that, he kept quiet, the two of you just staring at each other, waiting for something to hit you, rip you apart, or elsewise. You were ready for an untimely, reckless death. But a world without Loki didn’t seem possible to you.

Silently, you said your goodbyes to your loved ones. To Diane and Tom for taking you in and giving you a home when you didn’t have one. To Lucky, for being the best dog anyone could have as a pet. To Jane, a great researcher who would do great things. To Darcy, a hilarious girl that would go places. To Tony, for always knowing how to make a joke. To Thor and the entire Odin family for giving you a place to learn about your true heritage… 

And to Shannon, your light in the dark. The fire in your soul. You told her you loved her, hoping it would reach through time and space and reach her heart as you clutched to Loki. 

But then...you hit ground. 

You assumed this was it, you were dead. But Loki and you were still together. His leather still in your fists. 

You let go of him and opened your eyes, your hands landing on cool dirt, the area dark around you.

“Where are we?” you asked, hoping he’d been here before.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, scanning his surroundings. “If I had to guess, I’d say anywhere, this looks closest to Sanctuary..”

“Sanctuary? What’s that?” you asked, the two of you still on the ground. “Well... Can you get us back to Asgard?” 

“I--”

“Who dares trespass Sanctuary?!” a voice hissed as it stepped out from behind a pile of boulders, a small force beside them.

The voice made you retreat in on yourself while Loki positioned himself in front of you slightly.

“Our apologies, we simply… got lost and ended up here,” he tried. “We’ll be going,” he said, about to stand but they aimed some form of a weapon at you. It appeared to be an electrolyzed spear. 

“Halt! No one enters here by accident. How did you get here?” the man with grey-reptile skin asked. You didn’t know him, but you didn’t want to. Your blood felt like ice around him.

“Wait,” a different voice said. This voice was low… resonating… But it wasn’t from anyone standing around you. Finally, the man -- was he a man?--appeared. He stepped out from the same spot the other man did. “Perhaps they could be of use to us. Where are you from?” he asked. 

He was large, and purple. He was almost twice Loki’s size and had an imposing presence about him. 

“Asgard,” Loki stated. 

“Asgard… A formidable kingdom. Who were you there?”

“I was...A king, a prince…” Loki answered, the tiniest touch of sorrow in his voice.

“A prince? A king? Hmm… Tell me, would you like to be a true king? One that doesn’t question his power? I can give you power you’ve never dreamed of,” the man promised, leaning forward slightly.

Loki looked back to you and you flashed him a concerned look with an ever so slight shake of your head.

“We appreciate your offer, but we will just be leaving. No power or staying for us. We’ll be out of your realm in quicker than you can blink,” Loki promised as he turned to help you up.

“If you don’t want to help me, then you’ll just be in the way.” The man turned and started to walk away. “Kill them,” he ordered.

“Wait!” Loki cried out. A mischievous smile danced on his face. “Perhaps I spoke too quickly. I think we can be of use to you. What exactly do you need?”

“Now you’re talking,” the large man said before turning around. “I need willing participants…” he stated, looking at you two with a gleam in his eye.

The gleam made your heart hammer in your chest as you and Loki instinctively moved closer to each other, lacing your fingers with his, before the large man gave a confident half smile at you two.

Wherever you were, wherever you just landed, it would be the end of you. You were trapped, doomed, enslaved…

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The Love We Lost (part two)

AN: Here's our part two. ♡ Thank you for all the love the part one got. ~ Let's continue our adventure, shall we?

Pairing: Loki x Asgardian Warrior!Reader

Word count: 1,400+

Warning: Again I wrote it :'P, pain & violence.

Summary: You and Loki has been in a relationship for hundreds of years now. It was all good. He’s opening up to you. It was wonderful until the day of Thor’s coronation… sadly you were not enough.

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You woke up gasping for air. Your hands went to check your neck. It was all healed now. You took you surrounding. It seems that you have returned to Asgard. You thanked the healer taking care of you and got up. You took a robe to hide the thin clothing you have and went to the room where your friends usually sits down every after a mission.

You got there and everyone's on edge.

"Where's Loki?" You asked upon your entry. Everyone's looking at you in shock.

"Why in Odin's name are you up and walking on your own!" Lady Sif rushed towards you checking your neck. "Are you well now (Y/N)?"

You nodded smiling at her.

"Stop making us worried like that you silly little lady." Hogun said ruppling your hair.

You pouted at him. You removed his hand on your already messy locks and searched the room.

"Where's Prince Thor and Loki?" You asked. Lady Sif guided you to sit on one of the golden chair. "Why are we back? What happened to Jotunheim?" Your questioning eyes met her troubled one.

"It really was a mistake. We almost died...you almost died if not…" she pinched her nose. 

"The Allfather came and rescued us. He's very furious that we went and fought with the Frost Giants that he banished…Thor to Midgard."

Your breath hitched. "No…" you said. "W-what about Loki? Where is he?" Your heart breaks for what happened to Thor but Loki needs you now. You remembered the scary scene earlier. Loki's skin turned to blue. "I must go and find him. I am worried." You said and went out to locate you lover.

"Guard, have you seen Prince Loki?" You asked the guard patrolling the halls.

"Lady (Y/N)" they bowed. "I saw him go down the vault." Thanking the guard you made your way towards Asgard's vault.

But what you saw upon opening it's door shocked your very existence. Loki was holding the Casket of Ancient Winters, his skin was of the color of the Frost giants. Marking appeared on his skin and his eyes were blood red.

"L-loki…" you said. Entering the now cold room. You slowly walked towards him eyes never leaving his frightened face.

"N-no! Why are you here?" He said. His voice shaking. Tears flowing from his red eyes. 

"Don't look at me!!!" He shouted but you continued until you are mere inches from him.

"My love…" you said. Voice full of love for him.

"Please don't look at me." He whispered eyes closing as you touched his blue skin. You removed your fingers as quick as you can when you felt the same burning feeling.

Seeing what happens to your fingers Loki took a step away from you putting the box back in its place. Once he let go of it his colors went back to normal and his eyes became their beautiful blue orbs.

"I-I have hurt you…" he said touching your frozen fingers.

"It's alright. They'll heal." You said wiping his tears with you other hand.

"Loki! What did you do!?" The two of you looked up towards the entrance of the volt. There stand the Allfather. "(YN) leave us!" He barked. Giving your respect to him you left the vault.

Nervous of what might happen you stayed at the other side of the vault's heavy doors. Waiting, heart racing… does the Allfather knows? Is Loki cursed? Did the Allfather had an affair with a Frost Giant? That last though was the most disturbing for you.

Would the Allfather dare do the act of infidelity having an amazing queen  by his side? You shake your head removing that disturbing thoughts out of your head.

It's been a minute now and you can hear them raise their voice but it was not clear because of the closed door. You were walking in circles biting your uninjured fingernail.

Lost in thought you were startled by Loki shouting for help. Guards went inside in a hurry and you followed them. You took a jugged breath seeing an unconscious Odin and Loki an emotional mess.

"I-I...please help him" Loki said holding the Allfather to his chest. You made a move ordering the guards to carry Odin towards the healing room then went to help Loki up.

"Let's follow them. Everything's going to be alright." You said. He pulled you to him to hug you tight and buried his face to your neck.

"My mind's a mess...I-I." He said.

"Shh…we can talk later. Let's hurry to your father." you said.

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The Allfather had fallen to the Odin's sleep…

You still can't believe it.

Everything is in chaos. Frigga, locked herself inside Odin's chamber. Loki end up claiming the throne and your friends… they all left to go to Midgard in attempt to take Thor back.

You wanted to join them but choose not to because what worries you more is Loki.

Since the falling of Odin and their talk, Loki became distant. He seems to be always lost in thought. Face void of emotion. You still couldn't believe that he refused lifting Thor's banishment.

You had been waiting in the Throne room for his return from Odin's chamber hoping that you can convince him.

You saw him entering the room walking elegantly with Odin's spear in his hand and his horns stood proudly in his head. You can never be tired of how beautiful he is in your eyes. You love him so much and with that love you are hoping that he'll listen to you.

"Loki…" you said meeting him half way in the middle of the throne room. Looking at him with pleading eyes.

"If it's Thor's return you seek I cannot give you that." He said guiding you towards the Throne. He sat down and made you sit on his lap. "You know I will give you anything and everything you wish but not that… I cannot grant it." He continued.

"Why? He is you brother...he's my brother too. He frantically raised me, Loki." You said touching his face. You saw it change. Anger replacing his loving gaze.

"He is not my brother…" he mumbled gritting his teeth.

"W-what?" You asked not hearing him properly.

"I said,He is not my brother!" He shouted making you stand and take a few steps away from him. He is now breathing heavily.

"What are you saying...Loki are you hearing yourself? He is Thor! He's your brother. You both grew up together in this very castle." You tried calming him down. Your own heart is starting to beat loudly. This is not your Loki…you thought.

"Thor. Thor. Thor! All of you! You keep on asking for that brute when it is me standing in front of you!" He stood up too stalking you. "I'm so tired of people asking me to bring him back. Seeking him. Can't I be enough? I am now you king! I should be enough." He shouted in your face his own are red from rage. You gasp, tears starting to fall from your eyes. "Specially for you!" He said and he claimed you lips in a harsh and rough kiss.

You pushed him and wasn't able to stop yourself from slapping him. His face turned to its side, shocked with what you have done he stood frozen.

"I-I...Loki I'm so sorry…" you said crying hard.

"You slapped me… (YN), how dare you hurt your king!" He said. "All because of Thor." He looked at you with an anger filled eyes. Your heart is clenching. It pains you so much seeing him like this. He had always been level headed. He is the brain of this relationship.

Seeing him now, you couldn't see Him. Your Loki. The God that made you fall in love with him with his silly poems, funny tricks and his loving heart. You do not know this person standing in front of you.

"I'm so sorry…" you whispered. You started walking backward. "I don't know why you're being like this but this is not you Loki. This is not the man I love." You said covering your mouth.

"Then who is this!?" He said "who am I? No one knows me. Not me, not you...no one! It's all a lie." He snarled. "If you really want to see that Thor of yous by all means...go! GO! Remember this (YN) if you leave this room we are done and you will become an enemy of  Throne." He smirked.

This is too much. He is being irrational and you're scared of what he might do. You're scared that he might not be able to handle the put come of this actions.

Thinking of a plan you run.

Running towards the bifrost, running away from the man you love. Leaving you heart with him bringing hope to yourself, hope that whatever you are planning to do will let him see straight.

Calling Heimdall you asked passage toward Midgard.

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Percy Jackson, The Avenger

Summary: Percy has an encounter with Nick Fury. A year later, he’s being called on to help protect the world… again. He’s not alone in this Avengers Initiative. A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; a super soldier; a green scientist; a Norse god; and two secret agents. What could go wrong?

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5 – The Continuum of Villains in Glass Prisons

It took them an hour to get back to the Helicarrier. An hour of Percy nervously glancing up at the ceiling. An hour of violently gripping the nearest surface every time they hit turbulence. An hour of wondering whether Zeus would strike the plane down.

Steve had sat by Percy and tried to make small talk. Percy gave short, quick answers, not in the mood to chit-chat. Steve left after a while, giving Percy some space. When the plane landed, Percy was the first one off. Being on the Helicarrier wasn’t the same as the ground, but Percy could feel the ocean below them, giving him a much-needed boost.

The others followed after Percy. Several agents had been waiting for their arrival, taking Loki and escorting him to presumably his cell. Percy watched him go, the unsettling feeling from his stomach still not gone.

Everyone made their way inside. They ended back up in the main area, where Dr. Banner was waiting, pacing back and forth. As soon as the group entered, Banner stopped his pacing. They all took places around the table. Romanoff managed to pull up a security feed of the holding cell that Loki was in for them to watch.

Percy found himself staring at Loki through a glass prison cell. The guards had taken off the cuffs, letting him wander around the small cell freely. Percy stared at the god, trying to figure out what his ulterior motive for coming here was. No man—or god, for that matter—would let themselves be captured without a plan of sorts.

Director Fury walked on screen, just as intimidating as he had been when Percy first met him. He didn’t spare Loki a glance until he was standing next to the control panel of the cell. “In case it's unclear,” his voice boomed. “You try to escape, you so much as scratch that glass—” Fury pressed one of the buttons on the panel. Percy figured that the button must have opened a hatch under the cage as the sound of gushing wind became almost deafening. Loki tried his best to peer down the glass without pressing himself to the window. “—Thirty thousand feet, straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?”

Fury pressed the button again, and the hatch closed. With a pointed gesture at Loki, he said “Ant,” before gesturing to the panel. “Boot.”

Loki smirked. “It’s an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me.”

“Built for something a lot stronger than you.”

“Oh, I’ve heard.” Loki turned to look into the camera. Around the table, the others took subtle glances at Banner, who was watching Loki intently, trying to ignore the others. “The mindless beast makes play he's still a man. How desperate are you that you call upon such lost creatures to defend you?

“How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill cause it's fun. You have made me very desperate.” Fury was walking closer and closer to Loki’s cage, illustrating each point with another step. “You might not be glad that you did.”

“Ooh. It burns you to come so close.” Loki nearly laughed. “To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share, and then to be reminded what real power is.”

Fury stared at Loki, not backing down from the god. After a beat, he turned away, hiding a small smile. “Well, you let me know if ‘Real Power’ wants a magazine or something.”

The director left, leaving Loki by himself. With a smirk, Loki cast the camera another glance, before the monitor went dark. Everyone around the table was silent. Percy sat there, mulling over Loki’s words. The speech didn’t sound like what someone who had been captured would sound like. Loki sounded relaxed, confident. Even though he was the one in the cage, Loki sounded like the one with the upper hand.

Across from Percy, Steve sat in silence. Just to his left, Thor stood, looking torn. Percy remembered that Thor and Loki were brothers. Until this moment, the son of Poseidon realized that the Greek gods might not be the only immortal dysfunctional family out there.

Dr. Banner broke the silence first. “He really grows on you, doesn't he?”

“Loki's gonna drag this out,” Steve noted. The super soldier lifted his eyes to the blond god. “So, Thor, what's his play?”

“He has an army called the Chitauri. They're not of Asgard or any world known.” Thor uncrossed his arms and wandered closer to the table. “He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract.”

“An army? From outer space?” Steve repeated, tone sort of disbelieving.

Percy swiveled his chair towards the Captain. “Trust me on this, Cap. Space armies? Not the weirdest thing.”

“So he's building another portal.” Banner pieced together, ignoring Percy and Cap’s small conversation. “That's what he needs Erik Selvig for.”

Thor frowned. “Selvig?”

“He's an astrophysicist.” Banner explained to the god.

“He's a friend.”

“Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of ours,” Natasha spoke up for the first time. Percy gave a small jump, having forgotten that she was in the room with them. The demigod assumed that was just part of her nature from being a spy—don’t be noticed, blend into the background.

A troubling thought that had plagued Percy earlier popped back into his head. “Something’s up with Loki. Did anyone else notice how he actually sat and watched us like we something on Prime TV before letting us take him? Loki’s planning something.”

”I don't think we should be focusing on Loki.” Banner waved Percy’s concern off. “That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him.”

Thor turned on Banner. “Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he's my brother.”

“He killed eighty people in two days,” Natasha informed him.

“He's adopted.”

Percy chuckled. Dysfunctional family all right. He stood up from his chair, walking closer to Thor. “Hey man, I get it. My cousin once told me families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy.” Percy shrugged his shoulders. “The best thing to do is just remind yourselves that you’re related, for better or worse.” Thor’s shoulders slumped as Percy’s words moved over him. “He also said to try and keep the killing to a low, but…”

“Thank you, Perseus,” Thor told him. “I’m not sure things with Loki will go over smoothly, but I will keep your words in mind.”

Percy gave him a nod. Some of the uneasy air that had been between them seemed to melt away.

Banner looked deep in thought. “I think it’s about the mechanics.” He spoke up.  “Iridium. What do they need the iridium for?”

“It’s a stabilizing agent.”

Stark and Coulson walked into the room. Tony had answered Banner’s question before turning back to Coulson and finishing whatever conversation they had been having before walking into the room. When he finished, he turned back to them. “Means the portal won’t collapse on itself like it did at SHIELD” Tony walked by Thor and gave him a pat on the back. “No hard feelings, Point Break. You’ve got a mean swing.

“Also,” he switched back to Banner’s question. “it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants.”

“Like to bring in a giant army from space,” Percy realized. He turned to Stark before he realized that the man had turned his attention to the agents that were milling around. Percy wondered if the man had ADHD. Stark reminded Percy of some of the kids at Camp Half-Blood, jumping from one conversation topic to the next without any logical solution behind it.

“Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the top sails.” He commanded. “That man is playing GALAGA. Thought we wouldn’t notice, but we did.” Tony then proceeded to cover one of his eyes and look at the large monitors. “How does Fury even see these?”

“He turns.” Agent Hill answered.

“Sounds exhausting.” Tony turned back to Banner, but not before subtly placing something on the back of the monitor. Percy furrowed his brow as Stark continued talking. “The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get on his hands pretty easily. Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube.”

“When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?”

“Last night. The packet, Selvig’s notes, the Extraction Theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading?”

“Pretty sure you’re the only one who got that,” Percy spoke up. “Unless I missed that in my skim through.”

Steve pipped up with a question. “Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?”

“He’s got to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.”

“The what now?” Percy asked, confused by what had just come out of the Doctor’s mouth. Only Tony seemed to understand his words because the two quickly launched into a conversation that Percy had trouble following.

“Finally, someone who speaks English,” Tony said.

Steve frowned. “Is that what just happened?”

“I don’t know, Cap.” Percy shrugged his shoulders. “Didn’t sound like it.”

Tony and Bruce shook hands. Percy could see what looked like mutual respect for each other as they introduced themselves to one another. “It’s good to meet you, Dr. Banner. Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled.” Tony paused for a second. “And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into a huge green rage monster.”

Banner looked away. “Thanks,” he muttered.

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube,” Fury announced to Stark. “I was hoping you might join him.”

“Let’s start with that stick of his,” Steve suggested. “It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.”

Percy frowned. “Hydras don’t need weapons.”

Everyone around the table seemed to look over at Percy. The son of Poseidon noticed the shocked and questioning looks from mainly everyone except from Agent Hill and Director Fury, the latter of who looked over at Percy. “Not Hydra as in the monster. HYDRA as in the secret organization that existed during World War Two. I’m not sure this is like them, but it is powered by the cube. And I’d like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.”

“Monkeys?” Thor asked. “I do not understand.”

“I do! I understood that reference.” Percy stifled a laugh at the proud looking Captain who finally wasn’t the clueless one on a pop culture reference.

Tony looked to Banner, ignoring Steve. “Shall we play, doctor?”

“Let’s play some.”

Tony and Bruce walked out, heading towards the lab. Percy headed off to his room, ready to make a call to Annabeth.

He made sure to close the door behind him before heading into his small bathroom. Percy stared at the shower, trying to figure out how to turn it on. Instead of a knob, there was a couple of buttons and a pad. Percy started pushing the buttons. It took him a couple tries before he got the water going. Taking the water, he bent it to the bathroom lights just right to get a small rainbow.

Percy tossed a drachma into the rainbow-colored water. “O Fleecy, do me a solid. Show me Annabeth Chase, Upper East Side, Manhattan.”

The rainbow started to shimmer, and the familiar sight of Percy’s living room came into focus. He saw Annabeth curled up on the couch, fast asleep. There was a stack of papers on the coffee table in front of her. Next to the stack of papers was a cup of coffee, half empty.

Percy paused. The last time that Annabeth had drunk coffee was when they were studying for their college finals. Prior to contrary belief, coffee actually made them better focused rather than bouncing off the walls. So when Annabeth was studying hard for something, she always had a little bit of coffee to help keep her on track. He tried to peer closer at the stack of papers. The IM, while great for getting general pictures across, was not good enough to help Percy see the words on the paper, that were just a small blur.

On the couch, Annabeth stirred. One of her eyes blinked open lazily. “Percy?” She asked, running her eyes as she sat up.

Percy smiled. “Hey, Wise girl.”

“Percy,” she sat up fully. “It’s like midnight.”

Percy glanced over at the clock that hung on the wall. “It’s two over here. Sorry that I woke you, I just wanted to check in on you.”

“I’m fine. I was just working on something.” She waved her hands dismissably towards the coffee table. “How are things going? Saved the world yet?”

Percy chuckled. “I’m not sure if getting by podex handed to me by a god with a heavy hammer counts.”

“Which god?” Annabeth asked.

“Thor,” Percy told her. “His brother Loki is the one we were going after. He’s in his cell right now while Stark and Banner are tracking down the cube that he stole from SHIELD so he could invade Earth with an army from outer space.” The son of Poseidon paused, replaying his last sentence and realizing how confusing that probably was.

Annabeth seemed to agree, if her furrowed brows were anything to go by. Percy was about to explain more when she asked a question that he didn’t expect.

“Did you say Thor and Loki?”

Percy froze. “Uh, yeah. Why? Do the names mean anything to you?”

Annabeth was visibly more awake than she had been moments before, leaning forward towards Percy. “Thor and Loki are famous Norse gods. If I remember correctly, Thor was the god of thunder while Loki was the god of mischief. I think stories also said that Loki killed an unkillable guy and his punishment was to have snake poison drip on him.”

“How does one kill an unkillable person?”

“Percy—”

“That’s not logical Annabeth.” Percy pointed out. “If the guy’s unkillable, then how can someone kill them?”

“I think the guy was meant to be unkillable. I’m not up to speed on my Norse mythology. I may be smart, but I can’t remember something I read once in a book when I was six.” Annabeth took a deep breath. “Okay, I need you to tell me. Does Loki have any scarring on his face? Any marks whatsoever?”

Percy shook his head. “No. That guy could be a model if he, you know, wasn’t a murderer. But he can do illusions.” Percy added after a second. “Maybe he’s hiding something.” He shrugged. “Not all stories are true though, remember?”

“Yeah.” Annabeth agreed. “I know, just making sure.” She glanced at the clock behind her. “Listen, Percy, I got to get to bed, and so do you. You never know when you’ll get to sleep next.”

Percy didn’t want to go, it felt like they had just started talking, but Percy couldn’t deny his heavy eyelids or calling bed in the next room. “Okay,” he said simply. “I’ll IM you with another update soon. I love you, wise girl.”

“Love you too, seaweed brain.”

He swiped through the Iris-message and shut off the shower. Percy stared at the place Annabeth’s beautiful face had only just been before trudging back into his bedroom and falling into his small bed. Within minutes, he was fast asleep.

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