#like Frigga insists she's right about everything

[worstloki]

#frigga’s line about Loki being so perceptive about everyone but himself lol #Loki like: now see I don’t think that’s true the way you seem to mean it #Loki’s perception of reality: something about shadows and imagined slights and tiny micro aggressions everyone would say he’s being #too sensitive about. #Like excuse me his perception is great actually he just doesn’t have the missing facts to explain why he’s somehow at a disadvantage (via @the-stars-descend)

also the way Frigga says that line within the context of the conversation where Loki isn't wrong about saying Thor and Odin don't share her concern for him, and he isn't wrong about pointing out the hypocrisy of his crimes against Odin's, and he isn't wrong to say they're not his parents even when Frigga tries to use the idea she cares about him to make Loki take back that he was hurt/regret feeling that way.

You ever think about how that moment in Thor 1 when Thor and Loki were kids in the Vault and how that was an identity shaping memory for Loki and for Odin and Thor it was freaking Tuesday

[tarithenurse]

A suitable arrangement - 4

Fandom: MCU AU. Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader. Word count: 1511. Content: Just some rituals and fretting and foreplay. A/N: Invented a bit of a family situation for Loki that isn’t Frigga etc. Also the next chapter is the last. Send ASK if you want a tag and please reblog. Also using my old tag list so if you’ve been tagged but don’t want to be on the list, just let me know.

4.

During the next months you are introduced to a whole host of people from Loki’s life not to mention the time you have to spend on the preparations for the wedding.

Having looked in the calendar, it seemed to you as too much of a coincidence that the proposed wedding day is the same date as when ball when he first startled you was. When you asked Loki about it, he just smiled and winked, claiming that it was the day he found his dream which made you feel all sorts of flustered.

But no matter how much there is to see to, the days pass and soon it’s your last night as unwed. Lying restless in your bed, you can see the gown for the next day hanging, pale as a ghost in the darkness. It is beautiful and much finer than anything you could have dreamed of.

If only it mattered.

Now what truly is on your mind and in your heart is the fact that by this time tomorrow you will be Lady [Y/N] Laufeyson and you will supposedly be lying in your husband’s arms. As much as it thrills you, it terrifies you too.

Loki’s mother died when he was young. You have that in common. As such you have had no mother figure to speak to even now and while Maude has always been there to help you and guide you as you grew up, you hadn’t found it in your heart to go to her with the qualms and questions about your first night with a man. Now you regret it. But it’s late at night and you know the poor maid has been working hard to prepare everything for the day to come. Almost all of your belongings are packed, waiting to be moved to your new home in the morning.

The wedding ceremony is at noon in a church in the city while the party will be at the summer estate out in the countryside.

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You must have fallen asleep eventually, because you are woken by Maude’s insistent voice that it is time you bathe and prepare. She is the only one to help you and she does so with her usual quiet concentration, making sure that every detail is just right.

Everything happens in a haze around you and before you know it, you’re sitting in the coach with your father, having said goodbye to Maude, and well on the way to the church.

You know you will be the last to arrive. You know everyone that can possibly scrounge up any sort of connection to you or Loki has been invited. Still it’s overwhelming to see how many coaches are waiting for their owners to return in the area as you near the church. The drivers are gathered in small groups, talking and smoking. They are in no rush as they too know that this will take a while.

Your cousin Elena is the only one waiting outside the doors of the guests. Together with an altar boy, she and your father help you out and into the narthex from where you can hear the exited droning of the guests. There Elena and your father arrange the train and veil to spread out behind you. Then the alter boy runs off and moment later the organ strikes up, causing a rush tho go through the other room as people presumably stand.

As the doors open, Elena strides in first, head held high and spreading rose petals from a basket she carries. You and your father follow moments later.

You ought to pay attention to the decor or the guests who nod at you in awe. But all you can see it Loki at the end of a tunnel. You want to run to him, but you’re held back easily by your father who is differently content with the attention.

It feels like a long walk before father hands you to the groom and the song the choir is singing reaches its pompous peak before tapering out with a “hallelujah” just as Loki lifts the veil so he can see you.

There is a tear in his eyes as he beams at you, making your heart soar.

Standing before the pastor, sometimes kneeling when required for the blessings and sermons, you do your best to partake accordingly, your hand shivering in your betrothed’s and soon-to-be husband’s. You know what is coming: the room is big and everyone has to hear as you promise yourself to Loki.

And indeed: before you know it, the pastor asks first Loki and then you...and you manage to force your voice out because you are looking into Loki’s eyes and you see his trust in you that you can do it.

Next moment he steps close to you and kisses you chastely on the lips before you turn as man and wife to face the crowd.

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You had, thanks to a detour by the graves of your mothers, been the last to arrive at the estate in the late afternoon. There you had been greeted by everyone and more petals had been strewn before your feet (some of the smaller children also chucking them straight at you until the nannies ushered them away.

A plethora of people came to congratulate you and Loki but eventually you had been saved by the literal bell announcing the start of the dinner. Loki had led you to the table, insisted on helping with the dress and the train and only when you were comfortably seated did he take his own seat next to you.

The dinner was lavish and you did manage to partake a bit despite your ever growing nerves. More often than not, the dining was interrupted by speeches and congratulatory toasts but you welcomed them all and found yourself smiling until your cheeks hurt.

Then there was the waltz and ball was opened, so to speak. A few of Loki’s friends took their opportunity to dance with you to despite your husband’s scowls, and they often used the opportunity to tell you funny anecdotes of his childhood or youth which you knew you would have to ask him later if they were true or not.

By the time your husband manages to win you back, your feet are sore and for a moment you have forgotten how nervous you were before until he announces that while the party may continue, the two of you are retiring.

Leading you upstairs to your shared bedroom, Loki excuses the waiting maid who should help you with your dress and hair.

“My apologies, sweet wife,” her murmurs as he embraces you freely, “today has been overwhelming and I just want you for myself now.”

“You are quite forgiven,” you whisper.

Still holding your hands, he steps back to look at you one more time. “You look like an angel descended from the heavens.” He kisses your hand, then the inside of your wrist, causing goosebumps to race up your arm. “Allow me?”

You nod, fearfully though something in you also is excited. Curious.

With your guiding, he slowly undresses you. Sometimes he pauses to remove parts of his own outfit too, keeping a sort of balance to the situation so it isn’t only you being bared for him. You’re grateful for it but it also makes it much harder as you don’t know where to look – regarding him in his growing nakedness still feels...wrong. Especially when you reach the point where you both are completely bare with the exception of your shift.

That is until you lightly lifts your chin to meet his eyes. “It is alright, my dear,” he promises, “we are husband and wife. Your trepidation is only natural but...you have nothing to fear.”

You nod. Swallow. Then allow your gaze to move down his body.

He is shapely. Tall and lean. A thin smattering of hairs covers his chest and from his belly button and down it forms a delicate trail until – your eyes snap up again.

“Am I that frightening to look at?” he asks with both playfulness and sorrow in his eyes.

You shake your head. “No it is just...” you thin voice trails off. You don’t know what you had expected.

“Come,” he takes your hands, “lie on the bed.”

He guides you over and tosses aside the covers before scooping you into his arms as if you weighed nothing.

This is the closest you have ever been. You feel the hard panes of his muscles against your body. Feel his heat. It’s impossible not to let a palm slide across his chest and up to his neck that softly bends to bring his lips to yours. Then you’re lost in his kiss and barely sense how he places you upon the mattress and comes to rest, between your legs. Nothing matters as long as you can continue kissing him. Taste him. Soft lips and now the firmness of his tongue as it delves deeper. And something stirs in you. In your core.

[luringfantasy]

Seizure

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Warning: seizure, self doubt, unnecessary guilt, I sometimes don't know how to write, hope, fluff

This was not the first time you've been to Asgard, but this was definitely your first time here in your official capacity. It being ‘fiance of the crown prince’. You were the future queen. But you had another queen to worry about. You were meeting Frigga today.

You saw her from time to time, but you were extremely intimidated by her and very shy. And the kind person (goddese) she was, she didn’t push you out of your comfort zone. At least not until last week, where she strongly insisted on meeting you in person and getting to know you.

So here you were, walking with Loki, hand in hand, going to have a picnic lunch with your future mother-in-law in her favourite garden. She wasn’t there when you both arrived at your destination. So you waited admiring the garden.

It was only a few minutes later that you suddenly started feeling unwell, you panicked knowing what was happening and immediately sat on the ground. You didn’t have time to explain to Loki what was happening, but turns out you didn't need to. Everything happened super fast, you sat down, and so did Loki. He crouched behind you, pulling you into him, lettin you take his support. At the same time you heard footsteps and realised that Frigga had arrived . Shit, you didn’t have time you.. were not in control anymore. All you could do was close your eyes and let it pass. Your bosya nd mind felt like two different entities, you were desperately trying to grab the steering wheel, but like all other times it was futile, your body was jerking around, while Loki calmly held you, making sure you didn't hurt yourself. And all you could do was endure this. After a few minutes of this, which felt like hours to you, calm darkness came over you.

When you woke up, the first thing that hit you was the soreness in your body, every muscle in your body felt stiff and sore and tired and fck it was oerwhelming. Then embarrassment and guilt hit you, you didn’t wanna open your eyes and come back to the real world just yet. You always felt very vulnerable during and after your seizures but it didn’t have to be today. It was unfair, it could have been any day, any other day, but it was today. Right when you were going to meet queen Frigga, right when she wanted to get to know you. Why did it have to be today?

POV Loki

To say he was worried would be an understatement. He knew that the hard part of this was over. And to an extent he was very happy that it happened in his presence. He could not fathom the thought of this happening to you when he wasn’t there to make sure you were okay. He knew that he couldn’t help you any other way just yet. But he wanted to make this as easy on you as possible.

He was in the middle of giving instructions to the roya; chef on how to make your comfort food when he heard you wake up. You didn’t open your eyes yet, but your breathing turned uneven.

He dismissed the cook and waited for you to wake up. He knew that you were up but when you didn't open your eyes for minutes he got concerned. He walked over to the bed and gently sat down beside you, running his hands through your hair, hoping to convey his torrent of motion for you. He wanted to tell you how concerned he was, he wanted to make you feel the love he has for you, and he wanted to tell you that he was there, right by your side.

Your POV

You felt Loki sit beside you on your bed and him running his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp. Some of the stiffness immediately left your body by having him there with you. But you were not ready to face him just yet. You hoped that sleep would take over you, so you would have a few more hours for yourself. You messed up and didn’t know what you could do to fix it.

Loki’s sweet presence made your heart heavier and soon you could not control yourself. You turned to face him, pulling him to face you, hiding your face in his stomach, wrapping your arms around his waist while his hands moved to trace patterns on your back.

He pulled away from you when he heard you sobbing, “are you hurting?” he asked softly. Yes you were hurting, but the mental agony was more than the physical pain you were in. You told him that you were fine, but he wanted to know the source of your tears so he could take the pain away.

“I am sorry Loki.” you begged him through your words so he would forgive you eventually. “What for?” he asked, confused. You knew that it was a special event and it was ruined. The more you explained the more he was confused. After minutes of you explaining, he stopped you. “Did anything that happened today under your control?”, “of course not!” you exclaimed. “Then there is nothing to apologise for love.” he calmly told you. You knew this but you were still upset. Before you could say anything else, the guards stationed outside your room announced that queen Frigga arrived.

“How are you dear?” she asked you calmly, the kindness in her voice resembled Loki’s. “Your majesty” you bowed your head, “I am better now, I am so-” “That’s great”, she cut you off before you could apologise to her. You saw her nod to the guard, and within seconds a few servants walked in with picnic baskets and multiple vases of flowers you were admiring in the garden. The vases were placed around your room, after which the servants left. 

Then Frigga asked Loki to leave. Loki pulled you a little close to him, not expecting, like you, for his mother to ask that. “Mother, I believe that she needs rest right now.” Frigga simply smirked at her child, happy to see how deep his emotions ran for you. “And she will rest, with me here of course. I still need to get to know my daughter better.” You both were taken a little aback by her address of you. But you both smiled at her. Loki was still confused as to why she wanted him out.

“My child, you need to see the healers, they have been doing the research and you need to guide them.” What research? What healers? you thought, but before you could ask Loki rushed out without sparing you a second glance.

You looked at queen Frigga for some answers. “You know I had a friend once, a midgardian, who suffered the same misfortune, I could not help her that time though.” She continued setting up a plate of fruits for the both of you. Gesturing you to keep sitting when you started to get up to help her. She continued, “Loki has gone to see the healers, because they have been researching the cause and cure for this. He started this research program a couple of years ago.”  Couple years? You and Loki started dating 14 months back. So that means he started the program when you were friends. This new information melted your heart and your love and admiration for him increased ten folds.

Frigga sat on the bed beside you handing you a fruit plate. You tried apologising to her, but she restarted what Loki said that this was not under your control, and this was nothing you should feel ashamed of or guilty for. You continued to discuss what makes you feel better and she insisted that you spend the rest of your day in the room resting. 

You spent the next couple of hours chatting to her, asking about Loki and Thor’s childhood. Loki would get angry later when he realised what secrets his mother divulged. But you wouldn't have it another way.

Big credit to @kaylalikesmanythings for sharing her experience with me, I wouldn't have been able to write this without the help! 💚

[randomshyperson]

Mystery Club - Chapter Three - Wanda Maximoff x Reader Series

Summary: Returning to your hometown five years after leaving everything behind, including your best friend, is no easy feat. Getting involved in a secret club wasn't in the plans either. Or the one based on Life is Strange.

Warnings: (+18) high school au, best friends to lovers, mild/heavy angst mentions with happy happing, use of legal substances (alcohol, marijuana), violence, verbal aggression, explicit language, smut, triggers regarding sexual assault, mentions of death, grieving, hints of depression and anxiety, panic attacks, a lot of domesticity.

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Chapter Three - Tavern, Tattoos, and Trust

Westview is a small town, which means there are few places to hang out. Odin's Tavern - yes, like the Norse God - is one of them. 

But old Odin died before you left Westview. His kids inherited the business, and together with their mother Frigga, transformed the place from a pool bar to a more family-friendly environment, yet considered funky with its good food and cheap beer. It was not the kind of place that the fussy folks from the Institute would go, for example.

And even if Wanda was a troublemaker now, she was still the daughter of rich people and lived in a house worth more than a year's salary of all the employees in that place. 

Maybe that's why the waiter was in such a bad mood when he attended to you.

"Maximoff, nice to have you here again." He greeted sarcastically. "Are you going to pay this time?"

Wanda didn't mind the rudeness, smiling mischievously as she walked past him to sit down. You cleared your throat awkwardly. "I left the money on the table, Bucky, if someone took it it wasn't my fault."

He buffs incredulously, shaking his head. "You really expect me to buy that one?"

But Wanda made an innocent expression, shrugging as she opened the menu. That Bucky guy sighed in defeat, turning his face to you to welcome you to the place as he pulled a small pad and pen from his apron pocket. 

As soon as you ordered your food, Bucky angrily warned Wanda that he was going to include the latter's price, and left dragging his feet. She rolled her eyes but didn't insist. 

You stared at her, your eyebrow raised in surprise.

"What?" she questioned.

"You have to pay for your food, Wanda. The staff members are the ones who pay for it when you don't." You reprimand her, but she snorts almost guiltily.

"Yeah, I know." She retorts, her fingers moving impatiently around the table - tapping, pulling napkins. "Charles had cut my allowance and I just needed a burger to make me feel better. Damn, I've been coming here since I was six, can't he hold a tab for me?"

You don't buy the story. "Why, because you're so special?" You retort with mild mockery that makes Wanda lock her jaw. Sighing, you move your unhurt hand to hold her anxious ones. "You can't take your frustrations out on others, Wands. And you can't expect to run from the consequences when you do things like this. Bucky could have called the police."

"Can we stop talking about this?" Wanda asks impatiently, pulling her hands away into her own lap. You swallow dryly, but don't take it personally. She never liked straight confrontations anyway. 

"What do you want to talk about?" your question makes her face light up softly.

"About us, of course! We have five years to catch up." She retorts. "I want to know everything you've been up to, and how you ended up back in this shithole that is Westview."

You chuckle, propping your elbows on the table before you start telling. You reminisce a little about Tony's heart disease, about the decision that you were better off living with Peggy and Steve in England, but that when your father's health deteriorated you returned to New York and stayed with him until he passed away. And then you mention the admissions letters for the student programs, and that when you saw the application to the Xavier Institute it seemed right to you.

Wanda chuckles at that.

"You should have picked a fancy academy in Paris, kotenok. Anywhere is better than this hellhole." She says, and you smile at her soft grimace. 

"Or maybe a Sokovian Exchange program, where I'd finally learn the language and be able to understand what so many nicknames mean." You retort but Wanda laughs mischievously, looking at you in a way that makes your face warm.

"Oh, don't be silly, my dear friend, you don't need an exchange program. I'll tell you now what they mean. I call you all the sweetest things, like kitten, sweetheart, darling, cutie..." 

You narrow your eyes at her with distrust because Wanda has a very suspicious little smile on her lips.

"I can't tell if you're mocking me now or not." You say to her, making her giggle. 

“I would never.” She guarantees without stopping smile, and that makes you even more suspicious than before. She seems ready to add something else, that funny look returning to her eyes, but your orders arrive next and Wanda forgets the subject when she sees the food.

You have the first bite at the same time, exclamations of satisfaction at the taste.

"Damn, I can hardly believe Frigga is still cooking so well." You comment as you finish chewing, reaching out for a napkin. 

Wanda smiles, murmuring in agreement as she chews. 

You eat in silence for a moment, but soon, you are stealing glances at each other, teasing and challenging one another in your gaze as to who will ask the first question of the afternoon. 

Wanda takes a sip of the soda, bites the end of the bio-degradable straw, and holds the glass with both hands, at least one ring on each finger. 

You only realize you are staring and absorbing every detail of her appearance because she lets out a short giggle, and you clear your throat, diverting as you are caught.

"I have to ask you something." You tell her as you regain composure, trying to transmit determination in your tone of voice even though your fingers are trembling from the way Wanda is looking at you as if she's going to eat you alive and enjoy it.

"Shoot." 

You clear your throat again. "Right. Wanda, why did you reactivate the mystery club?"

She frowns slightly, leaning over to take another long sip of her soda before shrugging. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" She retorts with confusion that you don't buy in the least. Not that Wanda isn't a good liar - she is, in fact, she used to be the best at it among the three of you when you were younger. - Now, she's barely trying. She seems interested in tormenting you for fun.

You huff softly. "Come on, Wanda." You insist, to the girl who has started spinning the rings on her fingers. "I know the club is back, and I also know that only you would have the audacity-"

But she cuts you off with a dry laugh. "And do you have evidence to back up that accusation of yours, milashka?" She challenges, and you stare at her in disbelief, biting the inside of your cheek.

At your hesitation, she smiles, pushing her tongue behind her teeth and looking absurdly beautiful with her eyes glittering with mischief. 

"I don't need to prove anything."

"Oh, but you do." She insists provocatively. "Have you forgotten how that works? If you have an accusation, you need proof. So the board can evaluate your statement."

You don't back down, leaning your arms on the table and staring back at her. "So you admit it? That the Club is standing?"

"I never said it wasn't. You accused me of being the person to reactivate it, and for this, you have no proof." She retorts with a little corner smile, and you roll your eyes impatiently, laughing with disbelief. 

"If not you, who else...?" You begin, but Wanda's gaze hesitates, and you understand. "Oh." Swallowing dryly, you try to meet her gaze again, but she pretends to be suddenly very interested in the fries. You clear your throat, and try more gently, "When did he do it?"

She shrugs, but you reach out for her forearm, and Wanda swallows dryly. It takes a moment, but she finally sighs and tells you, "As soon as we got into the Institute. Pietro always said it was meant for all three of us to be there, as we imagined it would be. He reactivated the club so we'd have something to remember you by."

"That's sweet..."

Wanda pulls her arm into her own lap, chuckling sadly. "It used to be." She says almost bitterly. "But we were growing up, Y/N. Our friends no longer wanted to participate in any silly scoter activities, or solve some childish mystery. They lost interest, and so did we. Pietro wanted to be popular, wanted to be captain of the team, and well, nobody wanted to be friends with the weird detective and his sister's little witch."

You frowned, shocked by the story. Wanda sighed, pinching her fingers in her own lap. "What happened then?"

She gives another sad laugh, "What do you think? The club was pretty much extinct, and Pietro figured it wasn't worth showing up for one last meeting. Instead, he went to a party with the soccer team. And well, the rest you already know."

"Fuck." You exclaimed in shock. Wanda cleared her throat, forcing a smile at you.

"We don't have to have these sad conversations at lunch, okay? I'll put on some music."

"But Wanda..." You started, but she was already getting up and walking away from the table toward the jukebox in the corner of the restaurant.

Since she was taking much longer than was necessary to choose a song, you glanced outside.

You saw Bucky putting out the trash, and smoking a cigarette with a blonde girl in the uniform of the gas station next to the restaurant. The name tag read 'Sharon Carter’. You looked forward to your table again, but you were no longer hungry.

Wanda kicked the jukebox softly, cursing low, and you sighed.

You searched your wallet for something to cover the bill, plus a generous tip before you got up and walked to the cashier.

"Hey, table 13." You said to the clerk with his back turned. Once the person turned, you choked softly. "Thor?"

"Y/N? Oh my god, look at you! All grown up!" He comments excitedly, moving a little closer to the cashier, gesturing. "I didn't know you were back in town!"

You giggle awkwardly. "Yeah, I'm studying at Xavier Institute for senior year. I got in last month."

"What? That's incredible!" Thor comments impressed. "But a month? I'm almost upset you didn't show up here sooner."

Your cheeks blush softly with embarrassment, and you give a lopsided smile. "Sorry." You mutter, but Thor chuckles, clearly not really angry. "But tell Frigga I came by, and compliment the food, it was incredible as I remember it."

"Oh, of course. Maybe next time you'll see her, just come on the twins' shift. You were lucky to see me here, I hardly ever stay at the bar, only when Loki has some unexpected event." He counters, pressing the cashier's button to open and check out your table. You hand him the money.

"And how are Loki and Sylvie?" 

Thor shrugs, smiling. "They're fine, when they're not running away from this job, they do some weird plays at the municipal theater."

You exclaim softly. "Are they still into magic?"

The blonde nods with a light chuckle. "Definitely, but magic shows don't pay as well. After they graduated, they went into theater. Sometimes they present stuff at your fancy school."

"I hope to see them there then." You say in a farewell tone, and Thor thanks you for coming one last time before you head back to Wanda.

Your cell phone vibrates midway, and you push the receipt into your pocket as you grab the device.

Kate has sent you dozens of messages, Yelena too. All about the fight. Peter tried to call. All wanted to know where you were and comment on what had happened. 

You could barely see the messages before Wanda reappeared, throwing an arm around your shoulders and almost making you lose your balance.

"Dude, will you get off your cell phone? Five years of not seeing me and you want to be typing with your rich friends." 

You laugh incredulously, placing a hand on her stomach and pushing her gently away. "You're my rich friend, grumpy." You mock and she grimaces but steps away. "My very possessive rich friend." You tease, though you put your cell phone down. "They're just looking for me because in case you've forgotten, I dashed off campus without notifying anyone after a bloody fight in the middle of the parking lot."

Wanda rolls her eyes softly. "Come on, who cares? No one saw you but me and Hill, and she didn't text you, I figure. The only person you owe an explanation to is me, and I'm right here, telling you to put down your phone and enjoy the afternoon with me." She bargains, blinking those lovely green eyes at you.

You don't know why Wanda is being so needy, but you don't really mind. You reach out your hand and pinch her nose in a way that makes her chuckle.

"Okay Maximoff, let's have some fun."

She leads the way outside, and you fail to realize that the music playing in the Odin Tavern is your favorite.

–//–

The leaves of the trees made sounds under your feet as you walked. The rays of sunlight streaming through the tall branches of the Municipal Park pine trees warmed your skin.

Wanda's jacket had been abandoned on the front seat, and her tank top didn't do much justice to covering the tattoo on her back, and you were biting your lip to keep from asking about it.

"I got it for my birthday last year." She declares without needing to explain why having caught you staring. "Not as nice as yours, though."

You snort in false indignation. "And I really believed that you weren't staring at me changing-"

"I wasn't staring!" She defends herself with a mischievous smile. "Although it was very difficult not to."

You chuckle shyly, patting her on the arm as you walk along the old Bear Trail - as you named it when you were kids because you could swear some of the bigger trees were shaped like that.

"I can't believe Captain Rogers took you for a tattoo, too." Wanda mutters.

You chuckle short, denying it with your head. "It wasn't him. It was Tony, before, you know. He wanted something for me to remember him by."

Wanda kicks a small stone on her way: "Kind of morbid, not gonna lie, the heart thing. But I suppose it's symbolic. And I didn't get a good look at it to judge-"

"My God, are you asking to see me shirtless?" You cut her off, stunned, and Wanda almost tripped on the way.

Her cheeks burning, she retorted indignantly, "What? I didn't mean it like that!" She defends herself, but you are laughing, and she sighs. "Oh, are you mocking me? Very funny, Y/N. Mature too."

She grimaces, and you step forward to mess up her hair, earning a loud grunt in return. Before Wanda can get her revenge, you were already running away from her.

You know the way like the back of your hand, and the trees begin to open up until you end up in an open plain, on the edge of what is both a park and an off-limits area. There are some old danger signs, and you bite your lips as you reach the low wooden fence.

" Slow down, Y/N! I smoke now, did you forget?" Wanda asks breathlessly a little further back, but you giggle, jumping over the wooden fence to continue the run.

The forested area gives way to dirty asphalt, but it is just as empty as the park area. You come out into a yard, and there is a row of houses ahead, all with thick timbers covering the windows and doors, with damaged and graffitied paint. 

A neighborhood nameplate lies destroyed on the ground, covered with mold and grass growing all over the place.

You stop walking to stare at the tall house in front of you, a half-breathless smile leaving your lips.

Wanda appears beside you, giving you a gentle nudge on the shoulders.

"You don't have to rush, you know. Your old house isn't going anywhere." She complains, stepping out in front of you, and you sigh before following her.

"Of all places, why did you bring me here?" You ask curiously, but Wanda limits herself to a short laugh.

She guides you along the yard, past the musty pool to the driveway. You notice that the lock is new, and you are not surprised that Wanda takes the keys from the car keychain there. 

The inside of the garage doesn't look anything like the rest of the environment. It's practically all renovated, like a cozy, very comfortable lounge. Wanda put leather armchairs, bookshelves, and even a television that you had fun imagining her carrying there. There was a mini fridge, soccer table, and even a washing machine.

"How...?"

"Before the renovation, we could bring the truck around." She clears your doubts about transporting heavier items. You look around in complete shock as Wanda closes the garage door. "But then those idiots at Bishop Security got the warrant to destroy the bridge and now I can only access this place through the park."

You trace your finger through some lost belongings, loose magazines, decorative objects, and more traffic tickets. And you recognize the blank mystery club cards just like America and Kamala's.

"No one has ever tried to go back to this neighborhood?" You ask with your back to her, continuing to look around. 

Wanda laughs wryly. "After all that? No chance. Someone tweeted the news of the radiation evacuation, and the mayor kind of declared this area uninhabitable even without the reports from Osborn's people, who insisted that it was okay to live here. Just like your family, all the rich people fled these houses overnight."

You chuckled humorlessly, reaching out to reach for a picture frame on the bookshelf. It was the Maximoff twins on Halloween of their 8th birthday, adorable in their costumes.

"And let me guess, Pietro thought this was a perfect hiding place." You commented, looking at the mischievous expression on your friend's picture. 

Wanda smiled, moving closer. "Actually, it was my idea." She counters, and you look away from the photo to her. "Pietro wanted to do that in the attic of our house."

You laughed. "Your father would have found out in a week." You comment, but to your surprise, Wanda's chuckle is short almost sad.

"If he paid attention, of course." She mutters, and you don't know what to say about that, so you say nothing.

She reaches up to move something on the wall, pulling out a bulletin board hidden behind the washing machine. She places it on top, and you watch her cross out yesterday's date with a pen on the calendar.

Before you can see more of the scribbles there, she hides the item back, and as she stares at you, she has an eyebrow raised in your direction. "For members only, malyshka." She teases.

You snort in indignation. "I founded this club."

She leans against the machine, shrugging. "You've abandoned this club."

You roll your eyes. "That's not true! We came to an agreement for its demise, and it's not my fault if you and Pietro decided to bring it back on!" You defend yourself, but Wanda has a mischievous grin and shrugs again.

"Really, Y/N, it's just protocol..."

"My god you are ridiculous!" You complain approaching to pick up the board but Wanda steps forward into your path and doesn't move out of the way. "Wands..."

A gentle nudge on your shoulders, and then another and another until you have taken enough steps backward to trip over the carpet and fall into the armchair.

"Dorogoya, here's what we're going to do." Wanda begins, raising a finger to her chin as she circles the armchair. "If you want to have membership privileges, you need to be recruited."

You huff impatiently. "I literally founded the club..."

"And as you remember, there are rules to being part of the group." Wanda ignores you completely, a mischievous smile on her lips as she circles the armchair. "Rule Number One, you need to be recruited by someone on the inside."

You make mention of getting up, but Wanda grabs your shoulder from behind and pulls you sitting on the leather again. Your speech about how ridiculous that was dies in your throat as she brings her mouth up to your ear level.

"But don't worry about that one, of course, I'm dying to have you all over me again." She teases huskily in your ear, and you shudder from head to toe. "Let's focus on rule two then."

Despite your nervousness, you handle retorting, "I got the rules out of an action movie, I highly doubt they mean anything..."

Wanda chuckles softly, pulling away to return to your field of vision. "Very little, but it's fun to watch you struggle with it. Consider it a welcome gift."

You roll your eyes. "Tormenting me is your gift?" You question, to which she only smiles. "I just want to know why our club is running again. Why don't you just tell me?"

You expected a smart or rude response, but Wanda stares at you seriously, and slowly leans in, giving you no choice but to back away until your back is against the seat. She rests her hands on the armchairs, her face at the same height as yours.

"You and I, detka, had our trust in each other shattered." She begins to explain, you swallow dryly. "So if you want to know my secrets, you're gonna have to prove yourself worthy of my trust again."

You stare into her green eyes and find no hesitation in them. That is until you let your gaze fall to her lips. But it only lasts half a second, and you are already staring Wanda in the eyes again.

"My apology wasn't enough for you?"

Wanda licks her lips. "Forgiveness and Forgetfulness are not the same thing." She retorts, clearing her throat softly when she almost leans in too far. Her gaze softens. "I want to trust you again, completely, like before you left, before the club ended."

You move a hand to hers on the chair. "Then just trust me, Wanda." You tried, but she shook her head.

"I need more than words, detka." She whispers. "You made promises you didn't keep, and I know it wasn't your fault, but I can't stop hearing them in my head. I need your actions to speak louder."

You swallow dryly, but nod in understanding. "Okay, Wanda, tell me what to do."

To your surprise, she chuckles, her frown frowning in fake confusion. "Tell you? Detka, have you forgotten how this works?" She teases, stepping away and standing properly. "It's the Mystery Club, baby. You solve a mystery to get in."

You bite your tongue, watching Wanda walk away to a locker. She stands on tiptoe to pick up a metal box at the bottom between the timbers, and it has to be on purpose the way she bends her butt toward you. You look away, your face burning, and she has a satisfied smile as she comes back to you.

She drops a card in your lap and crosses her arms. You take the item without opening it. "And what will you do for me?"

She sighs thoughtfully. "We could make out..."

"Wanda!" You exclaim in shock, blushing heavily. She laughs innocently.

"What? I'm sure you're a virgin..."

You grunt indignantly, getting up. "Fuck off if you're gonna keep making fun of me." You grumble angrily, making your way to the exit as Wanda tries to control her giggling.

You pull the garage door open, but before you can get out, she calls out to you.

"What do you need to trust me again?" She asks.

You sigh sadly, putting the letter away in your jacket pocket.

"I never stopped trusting you, Wanda."  You retort, and her posture breaks completely. She uncrosses her arms, and looks ready to say something, but loses her nerve. You hold the garage door open. "I'll be at school, call me if you need anything. Any time, any day."

A lump forms in Wanda's throat. She has a flash of memory - It's you at about eleven years old in her bedroom window, having gone to say goodbye to her on summer vacation because Wanda broke her arm and her father wouldn't let her travel. You are many centimeters shorter than you are now, but you look at her the same way and say almost the same thing: "I'll borrow my Dad's phone. You can call me, Wands, any time, any day."

The memory is gone at the same speed it came. You blink at her, and Wanda swallows dryly.

"See you soon, punk." It's your goodbye before you pull the door down.

Wanda thinks she's stupid for crying when she feels the tears on her face, but in five years, it's the first time it's been from happiness, so she doesn't really mind.

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[akastartatthebeginning]

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Jane’s first instinct was to tell Jessica what she told the families of her patients before — that Frigga was right. She needed to rest. She couldn’t do anything by staying down here. But Jane didn’t. Because Jane also needed to rest and there was nothing else she could do, yet here she was. “Hi,” Jane said with a small smile, though her eyes, brimmed with red, gave her away. She paused at his bedside, checking his vitals on his monitor. Jane could say it was her instincts kicking in, but it wasn’t that. She had a feeling the memory of placing her hand against the side of his neck and not feeling anything was going to haunt her for a while. “I actually do,” she started. “In my office.” Jane turned to look at Jessica. Like earlier that day, though now was for an entirely different reason, that proved to be a bad decision. Because the second her eyes locked with hers, she could feel the tears spring back into them. Jane crossed the room and moved her arms around Jessica, hugging her close. “I’m sorry.” She sniffled and pulled back a little to look at her. “I know it’s not my fault but I just feel like it is.”

She was content to pretend she didn't see the red around Jane's eyes -- then maybe Jane would do the same for her. She was content to to not talk about it, to pretend everything was fine, to push the storm inside her chest down as far as she could, until the pressure turned it into a black hole and the whole thing swallowed her. Hopefully he'd wake up before that happened. At the very least she hoped she was alone. But then their eyes met and that plan went to hell because the dam cracked, burst. Jane threw herself around Jessica, and it took her a second to work through the shock (and the flood), but she wrapped her arms around Jane too. Maybe too tightly. "Shut up," Jessica whispered, but her voice was soft, sluggish with emotion. The flood inside her chest made her tremble, made her hold Jane a little tighter. She spoke to Jane's shoulder fiercely. "It's Hydra's fault. They ruined your wedding, they attacked, they pulled the --" She stopped, the words caught in her throat. Finally pulled herself back enough to look at Jane. God, she was more sober than she'd been in years, and there was a painful clarity to everything. "I know a lot about carrying guilt that isn't yours to carry. Don't do that to yourself. Promise me," she insisted, her hands on Jane's arms now, squeezing tightly -- but more controlled than she'd been a moment ago. "I love you. Whatever happens, that doesn't change."

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Right where you left me

Peter Parker x loki’sdaughter!reader [mcu]

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: None

Summary: This is after Thor: dark world time line where Loki is yk (dead but not dead) and high school aged reader w enemies to lovers w Peter Parker?

An: I had a request for this but I lost it in the messages so well—I’ve decided to make this a series bc why not?

Earth seemed to be a fitting place for y/n since the family she had in Asgard grew smaller with a blink of an eye. Things just fell apart before she could comprehend what was happening. Her father Loki had left her, he had left all of them. It just seemed like a nightmare maybe all she had to do was wake up and it’ll all be gone but it wasn’t. It wasn’t a nightmare and it wasn’t that easy, it was the reality. Her reality. She would’ve still stayed at Asgard for her beloved grandmother. Frigga would’ve made it easier, y/n had been close to her grandmother ever since she was a child because her own mother was never in the picture. She felt like that child again-she wanted to hug her grandmother tightly and cry at the ends of her silk gown and she would tell her it was going to be alright.

Apparently she left her too. Not just her, her uncle as well on whom it hadn’t been easy either. Y/n herself insisted on going to Midgard where he had friends the “avengers”. It would be better for him to be around familiar people and by all means it would be better than Asgard that didn’t seem home anymore.

So here they were in the avengers headquarters around a Midgardian fashioned living room. Everyone greeted her uncle Thor with hugs and a earthy fashion of greetings while she stood there awkwardly. Everyone didn’t seem to be so welcoming to her-not non welcoming just cautious on their part. Given the fact that not too long ago her father was after taking over Midgard. Which y/n never let come between her love for her father. She loved him just as dearly she knew he wasn’t someone who’d want to hurt people. Maybe he found it fitting not to let her know because she was still quite young? Everytime she would visit his cell he would refuse to talk to her about it. Never disdain her or be irritated of her bringing it up, even in a cell his daughter could never do anything to get on his nerves. He would explain calmly, how he wanted her to know about it when she comes of age. Thinking about it now it pained her how he wouldn’t be able to do that now.

“This is my niece y/n” Thor said nudging y/n standing beside him.

“Y/n! It’s-it’s great to have you here.” Someone from the group with a weird moustache spoke to her gesturing a handshake when she was about to bow and greet him.

“Oh-“ Not Asgard! She reminded herself accepting the handshake.

“I’m Tony-Tony stark!” he introduced himself.

“You’re the steel-Iron. Iron man.” Y/n said correcting herself halfway.

“Yeah that would be me.” He completed with a chuckle. As much as Tony disliked Loki he didn’t see y/n the same way. She looked the same age as Peter so almost a kid. “This is Natahsa, she can show you your new room” he said pointing to a red haired lady with sharp expressions and a greeting smile.

“Hello you!” She started with an even wider smile and walked over to y/n “Let me show you to your room you’ll like it here!” She said placing her hands around her shoulders leading her over the stairs. Lady Natasha felt very comforting already.

The house? Headquarters? Dormitory? Y/n found it hard to differentiate but it seemed small. It wasn’t small it was just “smaller” compared to the palace she grew up in. Not that she didn’t like it, she had only been here for some time. The place would grow on her.

Natahsa guided her into her new room opening the door for her. The room was—neat. White bed sheets, glass windows, transparent drawers everything so…midgardian. But it was good, the change was good for her. “I love it!" She said grinning while stepping into the room.

“I knew you would! You can put up posters if you’d like.” Natahsa replied pointing to the wall.

“Posters?”

“Your favourite movies or bands?”

“Uh—“

“Right sorry? It’s different in Asgard—“

“It’s alright-I like it eitherways Thank you lady—no miss-“ y/n struggled to find the right title.

“There is no need for the formality you can call me natasha or nat!” Natasha replied with a smile proceeding to walk out “If you need anything my room’s right down the hall.” was the last thing she said before leaving and y/n wondered if calling a two by two walkway space a hall is extremely midgardian or was it just fun to look down to midgardian settings. Why am I thinking like father?

—

A week went by and earth wasn’t that bad, a change either ways was good as y/n wanted it to be, maybe that was just the calm before the storm. She met everyone, some were hesitant at first-obviously the whole “Loki’s daughter” outward show was hard for some to be comfortable with given Loki was well—Loki. But nobody was particularly harsh to her or about her late father in any way.

Tony walked into the kitchen to find y/n already there. It was a new routine now, she seemed to be somewhat of an early riser.

“Good morning y/n!” Tony said suppressing a yawn.

“Morning to you too!” She said digging into her morning cereal.

“You’re supposed to pour milk into those” tony told her surprised she was halfway through plain sugary cereals-the coloured ones that to be.

“Oh I’m aware! It’s sweeter this way. We didnt have these in Asgard and grandmother didn’t allow me a lot of sugar.”

“Obviously because they’re literally nothing but coloured sugar. Try the oats ones” Tony advised taking the box away from her before she could have ton of excessive sugar for breakfast.

“You should eat something solid” he responded to her immediate frown and tossed an apple her way. “Don’t you want to be like your uncle Thor?” He joked.

“Yes I am attempting on that with these coloured stars.” Y/n replied putting the Apple back at counter top.

Tony sighed putting the apple closer by her bowl “Also-I calculated your age to the earth with the whole earth and Asgard principal axis thing and you’re just as old as Peter so I was—”

“Peter?” She questioned mid sentence.

“Peter-You know the kid you met-“

“Oh peter parker, right yes I recall him.”

“Yes him. So I was thinking maybe you should start going to school it’s awful lot earth teenager of an experience.” Tony explained to her. He had in fact already enrolled her into the same school as Peter, he knew y/n wouldn’t refuse and either ways it wouldn’t be hard to convince her. She was too polite to refuse after a few bargains, quite opposite to her dad that way.

“A school? Here?” She asked confused.

“Yeah here-it’s not that bad they’d love you here” Tony said reassuringly.

Y/n considered if going to school here could be that bad? She thought she might turn into a bore if all she did was stay here the entire day and it would be rude to say no when Tony’s been entitled to have her go there.

“Alright-I don’t see why not?” She said with a smile.

“Great. Done then. You start tomorrow I’ve already filled up your enrolment details with the school.” Tony said walking out of the kitchen.

“Wait, tomorrow? I am not prepared enough!” She followed him out of the kitchen.

“I did get you the books and all the school supplies you’ll need plus Peter goes to the same school. You’re gonna be just fine!” Tony told her with the most enthusiastic tone in attempt to sound school interesting.

“How did you predict I’d say yes ?” She asked him with a confused shrug.

“I ‘predicted’ that because you’re too polite to say no-a softie like your uncle. Lady y/n—now if you’ll excuse me” he said in a with a fake bow walking out of the door. “We ride at dawn!” Y/n laughed at his dramatic exit and making a mental note about uncle Thor’s earthly nickname.

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With the very next dawn y/n was almost up right before the sun up. It had been a long time she had the feeling of being excited about something. She thought about midgardian school setting the entire night-their fashion, the studies, the new friends she might make and it seemed similar to her studies at Asgard.

“Good morning Nat!” Y/n greeted in a cheerful tone.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” She remarked smiling at y/n sitting all ready on the couch with her school bag.

“Yes indeed! Did I tell you, I’m going to a school today!” She told Natahsa turning towards the rest of them from the couch.

“Yes you did little dove. Almost fifty times yesterday” Her uncle joked giving tugging her under his bicep to give her a side hug “I’m sure you’re going to like it there!” He ran a rough hand through her hair messing it up. Y/n groaned getting out of his grip “Uncle Thor! I’ve told you not to go that it ruins my hair!” She said trying to fix it again.

“You should stop hanging out with stark” Thor joked as everyone joined his laughter.

“I heard that!” Tony shouted from another room.

—

Peter and y/n drove to the school with happy instead of the bus like Peter did usually. Tony insisted on it as the whole high school dynamic was still very new to y/n. It would be easier for the first day and with Peter she could get an insight.

The whole drive was silent just happy giving random first day tips to y/n other than him Peter was very distant. He had a different toll towards y/n. She didn’t seem mean or arrogant like he had assumed of her-taking after her father. But he rather found her nicer than he ought to and that troubled him. He didn’t want to grow close to her if not required because in one sense her father did try and kill Mr. stark let alone take over New York. She didn’t seem like she’d want to do that but you can never trust someone blindly, especially when she even grew up with her father.

Happy drove off, dropping them off at school front yard as y/n just glanced around the premises, “This is the school?”

“Mhm” Peter nodded.

“It seems…small.” She pointed out in an complementing form to the school-unsure she used the right adjective. Obviously it was small compared to where she grew up but she didn’t mean to undermine it. Peter thought.

Peter rolled his eyes taking it that y/n was once again rubbing it in that ‘midgardian’ buildings were nothing compared to asgardian ones. “Your shoes” he said pointing down at them.

“What?” She asked confused.

“Your laces. You haven’t tied them.”

“-Oh I’ve to tie them together?” She bend down proceeding to tie either of them with the other one in the wrong direction.

“That’s not how—wait-“ Peter sighed bending to help tie them for her. Of course the Asgardians wouldn’t know to tie their shoes. He suppressed a scoff.

“That’s very nice of you-thank you?” She spoke with courtesies accordingly.

Peter started walking ahead with fast pace, y/n reciprocating his to keep up with him when he turned to her side and spoke “Alright can you walk exactly with five meters distance from me?”

“Umm? W-why I don’t have a pro-“ she was interrupted by him mid sentence.

“It’s just an earth way you probably wouldn’t have known.” He told her, he knew it wasn’t how people walked here but y/n didn’t. Peter just didn’t want to be seen walking in with y/n, especially with his reputation he couldn’t risk be seen as someone friends with Loki’s daughter.

“Oh? Fine with me then!”

“And-when we get inside you can ask for your classes at the front desk and they’ll also give you a locker you can put your stuff there.” Peter explained to her so he wouldn’t have to show her around when they go inside.

“Alright but-“

“Five meters!” He reminded her walking off ahead before she could ask anything.

Y/n did find it odd but it’s Midgard.

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Chapter 2

An 2.0: HELLO please let me know what you think about this and if you want to be added to the tag list for the next chapters :)))

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[moonbaby26]

Title: Reunion

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: You were a goddess from the Greek pantheon and Loki’s former lover. Separated during the events of the first Thor movie and Loki’s initial supposed death, he learns you had given birth to his child during his time away. Initially disbelieving, his possessiveness for you finally brings him back to Midgard to take what is his. Story set somewhere after Thor: The Dark World, but before Avengers: Age of Ultron.

Notes: This started as just a prompt for Father’s Day back in June, and is more a “What If?” type spinoff from my main Loki x Goddess!Reader series still in progress. If you like the pairing though, you can check out more of that AU on my masterlist below. The daughter in this also remains unnamed as just like the reader, they’re yours to fill in the gaps how you will. 💚

Warnings: Angst, self hatred, grief, but also eventual fluff/comfort.

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The first time Loki had ever heard of the child’s existence, it had been from Thor. Clumsily blurted out, really only moments after the thunder god had just snatched Loki by the throat, pulling them both from the sky.

They’d plummeted from the humans’ aircraft to then argue on some rocky cliff face in the middle of the night. Just another instance in a long line of disagreements between them to be sure, but on that night it had all been about Loki’s right to rule Midgard through the aid of the Chitauri.

The god of mischief had laughed in his brother’s face as well, honestly laughed at the sheer absurdity and the perceived desperation he thought the Asgardians must now have to stop him. The lows and the lies they would stoop to just to try and delay or distract him from his goals.

Yet Thor had insisted it was real, that you hadn’t known you were with child. And that by the time you had known, it’d been too late. The bifrost had been destroyed, and Loki lost along with it as far as anyone had believed.

But Loki’s mind had still been clouded then as well, unable to see the obvious truth in Thor’s anger. The scepter, the tesseract…and Thanos, it had all trapped him, amplified the worst in him. And everything, all of it had soon spun into further nightmare.

Because only such a short time later, he’d found himself defeated and alone in the dungeons directly beneath the very palace he’d once called home.

Alone except for Frigga and her visits. But even a mother’s love couldn’t save him then. She had told him again that it was fact. That you had had a child in the time he’d been gone, and Loki had still argued with her. He so clearly remembered the hurt in her eyes as well as he’d asked her why she would even care about such a bastard creature even if it were all true.

Shamefully, that disgust had been his first real reaction as he’d finally started to believe her. Because he’d carried all that self hatred, the wound still so fresh of learning that he was never a part of the family he’d been raised by. And to him, it’d been a legitimate question then. Why should the queen of Asgard concern herself with a half frost giant, half Olympian and whatever crime against the natural order that could possibly be?

But in that calm way of hers, in that forgiving voice of hers which he now wished so often he could only hear one more time, Frigga had said, “I care because she is my grandchild, just as you are my son. As you always have been and always will be.”

And then she too was gone.

The days that followed after Frigga’s murder were also a blur, himself consumed back into that abyss of loss. He had lost his identity, his home, his freedom, and all semblances he’d ever known of love in quick succession.

But even if he hadn’t been imprisoned, even if time had allowed him to reconcile with you somewhere in between his suffering under Thanos’ Black Order and his quest for vengeance for Frigga, he would not have tried to find you.

Because he could not, for all the realms, imagine that you would still love him. You’d only fallen for a lie after all, a version of himself that had never truly existed. There had never been a Loki Odinson. He was only ever an unwanted runt. Laufey’s son, left on a frozen rock to die.

But in some sort of cosmic joke, he still drew breath then even as he still did now. After being cast out by the frost giants, then cast out from Asgard. After failing Thanos at the hands of the Avengers, after losing to the dark elves on Svartalfheim…it had been defeat after defeat.

Yet through it all he’d kept crawling back out from the ashes, clawing towards eventual glory, towards glorious purpose.

And after his second “death” on Svartalfheim, he could have fled back into the universe, to anywhere. But the sentiments and the memories he had so often mocked Thor for, had still held too strong for him as well in the end.

He’d gone back to Asgard instead, back to his once home, and to the ghosts of his past there. Odin was only old and tired, then further weakened by the loss of Frigga. So Loki had mercifully relieved the old liar of that pain, that burden of the throne.

He’d placed the strongest magic he could upon his former father. He’d given Odin a new, conflict free identity and left him on Midgard, out of the way and out of his story at last.

Yet after the brief elation of such a long deserved victory, Loki’s thoughts had eventually turned back to what else he’d wanted when there was nothing more in Asgard to take. When those days had stretched longer one after another, himself alone again even among the adoration and respect he’d always most wanted.

So often as a youth, that final pinnacle of the throne had come with you alongside it in his mind’s eye. And with that kingship at last in hand, buried emotions had begun to resurface for the goddess who had once claimed to love him.

He didn’t care anymore if you would only see him as a monster now. He’d wanted to win properly, fully. So he’d needed you back in Asgard. He’d wanted everything that was his. And if that now even included a bastard half breed of a child, then so be it.

With Thor away again, off fighting and trying to tame the realms back into submission, that is when Loki had decided to visit Midgard once more with his intentions for you in mind.

And like anything he did, he’d initially tried to be calculating. Once he’d found you, he’d wanted to know your new habits. The times you came and went, whether you were always alone or not. He’d wanted to have a plan.

He knew how to gather that information. Piecing together what little Thor and Frigga had already told him, the new name you went by, and then tricking a human public records servant to look up the rest on their electronic machines had been simple enough.

You now lived in a place called Pensacola, Florida. Right on the beach of course, to be expected for any offspring of Poseidon. You worked at some sort of hospital for sea creatures, taking the wounded, mending them, and releasing them back into the ocean. Also unsurprising, as you had always liked tending to broken things hadn’t you?

Though even then, the thought of you living and working alongside these petty humans had irked him. They did not deserve you. And in disguise of course, he’d passed your new home several times, walking back and forth on the sidewalk to see if this place should be considered worthy for a goddess, to see if you were there.

The dwelling the records had said you lived in was built high, but more like a one story home on stilts. The living area appeared to all be on the second story, with long wooden stairs leading up to it. He’d seen many structures built that way as he’d walked though, supposing it was for storms. If the sea were to angrily rise, the water could run beneath to spare damage to the main quarters.

Yet that was laughable as well for a woman who could control the tides on a whim. And he’d just been thinking if he should inspect the inside, when his stomach had abruptly tightened.

He’d heard your voice. A sound that had not met his ears since before Thor’s botched coronation and the ill fated battle at Jotunheim that followed. His head had whipped around to see you walking down the sidewalk toward him then. You were laughing, though not at him as you’d looked down at the small child whose hand you now held.

“So, today was macaroni day? That’s exciting.” You’d smiled. “And you colored too?”

The child had some piece of paper in their other hand, trying to hold it up to be seen.

“Is that Elsa? Or Anna?” You’d asked teasingly.

“Elsa!” The little girl had exclaimed.

His breath had hitched in his chest at the sight. He had wanted to see you of course, he’d come here expressly for this very reason. But he didn’t expect the sudden, unique pain. He didn’t expect at all how it would actually feel.

You were a goddess. His goddess. He knew you would look the very same as you always had, it’d only been a little over three years now that the two of you had been apart. The light and warmth of yours that he’d held in his arms so many nights before, of course that had not changed.

But seeing you together then, you with what he now knew as his own child. Happy, playful…suddenly all he’d wanted to do was leave and never return. Because he couldn’t ruin this. What right did he really have to even be here? The girl wouldn’t know who he was. And if she did see his face, wouldn’t it only frighten her? Was she yet old enough to have seen replayed footage of the battle of New York on those human machines?

In the end, wasn’t he only the horned devil who’d opened the portal to unleash those alien hordes onto the streets of her world before the Avengers had stopped him? A monster is all he was. Not even standing there on behalf of love in that moment, but of possessive pride and arrogance.

To his further surprise though, he’d also felt that foreign wetness starting in his eyes just as the two of you had walked right past him on the sidewalk. Humans were riding up and down on bicycles, walking their dogs. To you he was just anyone else as you’d only paused nearer the bottom of the stairs to your home. He’d seen you reaching into your pocket with your free hand, pulling out a set of keys before you’d picked the child up into your arms to carry her up the stairs.

And as you’d held her, her head was then positioned over your shoulder. She’d looked back towards the street just by chance. And for only a moment, he’d made eye contact with her.

He could see himself in her features, he could see you as well. Her human looking skin tone may only be an illusion, so much like his own. But it didn’t matter. He knew she was worth protecting instantaneously then as they’d briefly locked eyes. How could he have ever thought anything less?

By the time you’d gone inside and the door had clicked shut, he was glad though as he couldn’t stifle the sound that then left him as his face contorted.

He had truly been the worst kind of fool.

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A few days later

It was late Friday night, which you were glad for as this week had seemed particularly long. At the wildlife center it’d just been one crisis after another. Pelicans swallowing fish hooks, turtles swallowing plastic, even a young dolphin that’d been struck by a boat propellor.

If more humans could see on a day to day basis the kind of damage their carelessness caused, you really did think they’d at least try to change their ways for the better. They weren’t all inherently cruel in your mind, just terribly short sighted. It took real work to make them see any larger picture.

But, at least some were trying. Your coworkers among them, who were also pleasantly shocked this month when your facility had received another generous grant from Stark Industries for new equipment. Your friends had tried to ask you several times what on Earth your connection to that man was. And you’d just had to smile and say Tony Stark must enjoy a good tax write off.

In reality it was more Thor who you owed for that initial connection. The thunder god did drop in from time to time to check on his “favorite” and as you often pointed out, only niece. Thor had insisted from the beginning that you and your daughter live somewhere safe. And with Asgardian riches meaning little on Midgard, he’d gone to his fellow Avenger Iron Man requesting favors for you in exchange for Thor’s work consistently done in protecting this realm.

To your surprise though, Tony had actually taken a very hands on approach. He’d met you personally several times even in the beginning, though he still insisted on calling you Ariel. Which only much later you fully understood the joke of with your daughter’s growing penchant for those musical cartoons.

But Tony had bought this house. And his girlfriend Pepper had found you that job and the best daycare. But their gifts you still didn’t take for free either. Their world was your home too. And when they needed your help to fight back any new threat, they also knew exactly where to find you. You were now in Nick Fury’s files just like all the others. And they had and would call on you when necessary.

“Mommy!”

You looked over, seeing her holding up that tablet, which now had a spinning icon where whatever video she was watching had been. “Baby, it’s late. It’s just buffering. But screen time should have been over half an hour ago anyway.”

You used to tell her that the internet ran out after a certain time of night, but she was getting a little too smart for that now as you just extended your hand. “Come on, give it up. Go brush your teeth.”

You’d like to think that the strong headedness you were starting to see in her was only from her father’s side. But in reality, you could only imagine how many times you’d given that same pouty look to your own father before she did finally relinquish her precious tablet.

You quickly plugged it in, purposefully out of reach on the kitchen island before you went to help her get ready for bed.

It took a while, as always of course. So much bargaining. Could she have just one more cup of water? No, she didn’t want to sleep with this toy, it had to be that toy that you hadn’t seen for a week. Then digging through her toybox to find it, then it was the ceiling fan needs to be on. No it’s blowing on me, it needs to be off.

Mommy, leave the door cracked. No, leave it shut. Mommy, can you put the sounds on? No, not the water sounds, the thunder! Mommy, you’re sure there’s nothing in the closet?

It was just amazing how quickly someone so small could become a master of stall tactics when they really wanted to be.

By the time you were sure that she was finally asleep, her sound machine then going with her bedroom door shut, you probably should have been asleep yourself. But there was also something to be said for getting a rare moment alone.

You’d changed out of your work clothes at last, now just in underwear and a long t-shirt as you went back to the kitchen. You’d left only the overhead stove light on. And with the beach house’s open floor plan, it was enough to cast a dim light into the living room as well as you’d grabbed a bottle of wine off the counter, considering the label.

One of your coworkers had recommended this brand to try. You’d planned to pour just a bit into a glass and then go turn on one of those streaming shows in the living room that they’d also told you about. It wouldn’t have been a terrible way to wind down the night.

You’d opened one of the kitchen cupboards to pull out said wine glass, but the cupboard doors had a glass face themselves. And just as you’d begun to shut it, that’s when you caught the silhouette of a man reflected in black behind you.

The wine glass shattered as you released it to the floor. Yourself then whirling your body around, with your metal spear materializing into your hands even as the figure in the seemingly tailored black suit caught the weapon just as quickly in his own overly strong grip.

The silver of your spear still glinted in the low fluorescent light. The intruder’s pale hand enclosed around the side of it, having just stopped the deadly tip from reaching his throat.

But he said nothing at first, those familiar blue eyes just meeting the widening, horrified expression in your own gaze as recognition took hold of you.

You had never fainted in your life that you could remember, but you’d never felt closer to it either than you did in that very moment. Because it could not be.

“You must have been told that I was dead once more,” Loki finally broke the silence though, realizing your truly stunned reaction could mean nothing else.

And it did sound like a voice from beyond the grave. The god you had loved for so very long. But he’d left you. He’d thrown all of it away to chase madness, to chase power and vengeance. He’d left you alone with only the memory of him, mourning him all the while raising a girl who would never even know her own father.

He must have still seen that heavy disbelief in your eyes though as he spoke quietly again after a few more moments. “I’m no imposter if that’s what you’re thinking...” But he looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. “It is me, my goddess. Not a ghost, not an illusion…not a nightmare. Your mind would be too strong for such games regardless. Our connection would be too intimate to fabricate…don’t you know your lover when you see him?”

The tone, the stance, it was perfect. That was true. But you were not so arrogant as to think there would be no being capable of deceiving you to this scale.

In your shock it was difficult to think of proper questions though, even as you tried, your voice sounding embarrassingly weak. “Then, when and where was the last time we were together? What did you promise me then?”

He did seem to consider for only a moment, but with an expression that changed little before he answered. “You think I would forget sneaking you back into my quarters on Asgard that night before Thor’s coronation? And how long we made love over and over as you tried to both console me from that event’s sheer insult as well as dissuade me from letting the frost giants into Odin’s vault to disrupt it?”

But there was a hint of a tragic kind of humor in his eyes as he only continued. “I promised you I was in control. That no one would get hurt…that it’d all be fine. The coronation would be delayed and it’d be something we could just laugh about when I next came back to Midgard for you…”

But you never had seen him after. You’d returned home, and the next you’d known all the Olympians were buzzing that there had been a coup in Asgard. You were not allowed back then. You’d never been back since.

It might be true that a powerful psychic could still pull those little details from you though. But what were the odds that any psychic creature that skilled would also be so equally adept at shape shifting? To perfect his body, his voice as well…no, somehow in your heart you knew this was not deception. Even if a trick may have hurt far less.

And as that equally amazing yet horrible realization continued to settle over you, you finally began to lower your spear with one hand. But simultaneously your other palm just met the side of his face before you could stop yourself, with a slap that echoed through the room almost as loud as his brother’s thunder.

And you could see that equally familiar little flare of anger and surprise in his eyes as he turned his face back to look at you after the hit. The redness and beginnings of a bruise already starting to form on his pale cheek from the sheer force of it.

But you did not strike him again. Your eyes were already blurring then as the first tears formed, and you could soon feel them edging out down the sides of your face. Emotion drawn from a well of sadness you had thought would one day run dry. But it never did. You lived of course, you smiled and laughed even after he had been gone. But the mourning did not ever really leave you.

It could be in the middle of the day, anywhere, doing anything when a thought of him would cross your mind and that pit would swallow you whole all over again. You’d had to process his death twice already. And what being in any realm, of any status, deserved to go through that more than once with the one that they truly loved?

But his eyes were still on you as you saw his brief anger fade to confusion, and then…was it actually something closer to regret?

Your spear just clattered to the floor alongside the broken glass as you felt Loki’s arms wrap abruptly around you. That same grip that had held you for more nights than you could now count.

“I should have come sooner…you did not deserve this.” He said then, his voice sounding odd at last as if he may now be struggling to keep it even himself.

“You left us,” You breathed harshly in return though, pulling back enough to look at him again with your now reddening eyes.

But you could see the sadness in his own face even more now, clearer then in a way that both only wounded and frustrated you further. It would have been easier honestly if you could make yourself hate him. If he could stand there just looking as arrogant and pompous as everyone else always thought that he was.

But here, right now as he held you in some insufficient attempt at comfort, he only looked near as broken as you.

And you couldn’t help it. Even though it made no sense, even though you should just be screaming at him, demanding explanations and apologies…you’d missed him so much. You had wanted him back so badly, more than you’d ever wanted anything else before.

And here he was. The Fates knowing more than you ever could as he escaped death once again. You moved forward before you even consciously decided to, and you were kissing him then through the tears. Your lips against his. And even after all that had happened, all that he had done, he still tasted just the same.

But he only pressed into it as well, just as hard, opening his mouth to taste you soon enough as if the two of you had never stopped.

There was a desperation more than you’d ever felt however. That sadness, anger, and hurt overflowing still even as you pushed him so his back was now against the kitchen island. You felt him widen the stance of his legs, letting you in between them as his hands moved roughly to your hips.

He hadn’t forgotten you. No, it was then that you knew that he’d never stopped wanting you either. But why then? Why did he let you think over and over that he was dead? Why did he put you through all of this!?

And as you finally broke the heated kiss to look at him again, both of you then a literal mess standing here in this modern mortal kitchen with shards of glass and your spear made by Hephaestus himself on the floor beneath you, you also knew that there would be no sleep had tonight.

You needed…no, you deserved answers.

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The broken glass had been cleaned up and your weapon put back away, all lights now turned off as you’d opened the blinds in the living room to let the moonlight in from off the beach instead.

You felt like your hands might be trying to shake slightly though, and after another moment’s thought you opened one of the windows slightly as well. That salt smell and cool sea air drifting in with the sound of the waves. It was a comfort and added bit of strength you felt you needed then as you rounded back to the couch.

And Loki just sat there waiting for you in the dark. Maddeningly elegant looking again in the moonlight, one leg crossed over the other and his eyes never leaving you.

You sat down on the couch with him as well, but with a little distance still. You felt like you hadn’t let out all of your pent up anger yet. But you knew that wouldn’t get you anywhere either.

“So how long have you been watching us?” Is what you finally asked. Knowing full well that him finally revealing himself to you again wouldn’t have been a spur of the moment decision on his part. To sneak in here so easily, he had to have learned the surroundings some time before now.

“Not long. Only this week,” He answered plainly though.

“Why?” You responded a little tersely, but not looking back at him. You felt the more you would look at him, the more your memories returned and the less objective you could be.

“I needed to see you.” He just gave another short answer.

“But you didn’t before?” You countered, knowing how long it’d already been since the convergence and everything Thor had said Loki had given his life for on Svartalfheim. Where had the god of mischief really been since then? What had he been doing?

He gave a kind of half sigh, and you felt him shift on the couch. “I didn’t come here to antagonize you. I swear to that. But I had to deal with Odin first before I could move forward with anything else in my life. And now that is finally done.”

“What?” You did look reflexively back to him at the mention of the Allfather and all the additional dire implications that could possibly mean. You knew Loki too well to think for a moment that anything between he and Odin right now could possibly have a peaceful ending. But he didn’t respond back right away, only frustrating you further. “Loki…if you’re still keeping secrets, this isn’t…it’s not going to work.”

Your feelings were already too raw, you couldn’t handle those old games right now.

But you only saw an odd look come into his eyes, it wasn’t sly or condescending by any means. Closer to a flicker of more desperation if anything before he spoke to you again.

“If I trust you, then you have to do the same in return. Of course I can tell you everything that’s happened since I escaped death on Svartalfheim. But I’m not ready to deal with my brother’s judgements just yet about my dealings with Odin. This must stay between us for now.”

Yet you still stiffened, aware of everything Thor had already done for you in Loki’s absence. And knowing that the only real confidants you had left in the mortal realm were now in the Avengers. Letting yourself become beholden to Loki once more, jeopardizing the life you’d made for you and your daughter here….it was a lot to ask. “You’ve got a lot of nerve giving me stipulations on anything right now, you understand that right?”

He smirked just a little, the first hint of one you’d seen since his arrival. But it still looked all too regretful. “Take the truth…I’ll tell it. That’s all I can offer you. Then whatever you feel -or don’t- for me afterward, I can do nothing but accept it. But I want you to show me the truth as well. I want to see the time I’ve missed. I want to know what I’ve cost us.” He continued quietly though, as you felt his hand graze yours as you held onto the couch. You hadn’t sat far enough away after all.

You knew what he was really asking for then. He wanted to take the shortcut of looking directly into your memories, which he could only do through physical touch. But all your emotion, all the pain, everything would be there, hot and searing as if it was happening again in real time.

But he needed to feel it too didn’t he? You did want him to, even as much as you knew you weren’t ready to relive any of it yourself. No, you couldn’t overthink this, or else you might lose your nerve as you answered. “Then get it over with please. Look into my mind…but before the morning comes you’re going to tell me why you did what you did as well. I can’t just let all that go, Loki. Even for you…”

“I know.” Was all he responded though. Yet there was a heaviness to it as he watched you finally move closer and he raised his open hand in front of you.

You knew what you had to do as you took a breath before bowing your head slightly, nearly touching it against his hand before he moved in to close the rest of the distance.

You felt the tension in him, the last bit of hesitation before his fingers gripped firmly upon your scalp. You tried to steel yourself as well before the gates opened up. But no one could, not to that kind of force as in only another instant it was like a switch had been flipped inside your brain. A hit akin to a bomb going off inside your consciousness as he forced his way in.

The invasiveness was painful enough on its own, but you didn’t fight as he pulled those last few years of memories rapidly to the surface. And it was all only the truth as the scenes flashed by faster and faster.

The night you’d first been in denial, learning the news that he had turned on his own family. Everyone just telling you that he had gone mad. And you arguing, even fighting to try and escape to go to him as your father Poseidon with the help of your brothers had locked you all in your family’s palace in the depths of the sea.

Zeus had commanded that no Olympian be allowed to interfere in Asgard’s battle for succession to the throne. And under penalty of death you’d had to wait and agonize, not knowing who would come out alive. Waiting for any bit of information, confused and frightened how this could even be before word finally came that Odin had retained the throne. Loki had been defeated.

But somehow when they’d eventually said that Loki had died, it was made even worse when the story had started to twist towards suicide. Because they’d told you he hadn’t been slain in battle at all, that he’d let go of the bifrost. He’d chosen to die as he’d fallen into the void.

That was what you’d been made to believe over and over, by so many who had of course never approved of your mixed race coupling with him to begin with. Some had even mocked you then too for the seeming realization that his pride and desire for the throne had been the only thing he couldn’t live without in the end. The only thing he appeared to truly love in the end.

But your depression, and the mourning that followed only became more complex as you’d realized his equally cruel parting gift. A pregnancy that kept you feeling sick and weak for months as your body had constantly tried to reject the foreign entity inside it. And the added stress of your father only hoping that the unborn would actually die so you could return to the fold and close that embarrassing chapter for your whole family at last.

Only your mother queen Amphitrite and your sister Rhode had not turned their backs on you during your difficult pregnancy. Helping you still hunt, still eat and defend yourself, yourself otherwise alone and exiled to the ocean’s most remote places before the child finally came.

But as you’d feared, the baby couldn’t even breathe underwater. You’d had to return to the surface just to keep her alive. That screaming, blue skinned child that you’d had no idea how to take care of at the time. The girl not truly Jotun, but not of your kind either, something trapped in between.

She could not survive the depths of the sea, nor was her foreign blood allowed on Olympus. So you’d had to finally give up your royal life in the oceans for good to raise her on land among the mortals.

But not long after had come the shock that Loki was still alive. Yet only starting that cycle of heartbreak all over again for you as you’d just had to watch on a human television as the man you’d loved unleashed a foreign army to wreak havoc in the very realm you were then attempting to safely raise his own daughter in. There had been so much anger and additional confusion within you at that new layer of betrayal.

But even when he had been defeated and imprisoned, you’d still begged to be able to see him. Even if he’d forsaken you, you desired to have some sort of closure at least. But Odin had refused your requests time and time again. Yes, the bifrost had also still been broken then, but you and the Allfather both knew there were other ways to cross the realms if he would only let you.

But Odin considered your child illegitimate, and insisted that neither of you had any rights in Asgard. There was no sense of goodwill to help you either when his anger and desire to further punish Loki was something insurmountable at the time. Only Frigga had reached out to you via the ravens, wanting to know as much about the girl she considered her grandchild as she could.

You had still retained hope however. In Frigga’s letters she had promised that Odin would eventually soften. She believed the Allfather’s disappointment and great hurt at Loki’s actions were being unfairly projected onto you and your daughter. But she saw it as temporary. She encouraged you to stay strong.

You had almost started to believe her too, before your world crashed to ashes all over again. Her letters had suddenly stopped. And one day, out the blue Thor had come to you with horrific new truth.

You’d been so relieved to see him for the most fleeting moment too, thinking maybe Frigga had sent him. That he may take you to visit Asgard at last, yourself briefly believing that Odin had finally relented. But it was not to be. Thor had instead come to tell you about the Queen’s murder and Loki’s self-sacrifice against the dark elves who had her blood on their hands. Frigga had been killed and Loki had avenged her. And even if not Asgardian by blood, Thor had been so adamant that Loki’s soul would have found Valhalla then.

And you’d cried in front of Thor that day, really cried in a way the you hadn’t allowed yourself with every set back before. You’d finally broken down as he’d held you, neither of you knowing what else to do. But he’d also promised you then that Loki’s daughter would never feel the pains you all had. He’d sworn that she would grow up safe on Midgard, happy. And with no other real choice, you had accepted his and Tony Stark’s eventual offer. This home, this life. You’d become an Avenger in order to protect her from worldly threats just like the attacks made by her own father, you’d-

As you felt Loki’s mind suddenly uncoil itself from your memories, you could also feel the new tears now running down your face again. You looked up at him, surprised that he’d broken the connection so soon.

But as you stared at him, you realized you weren’t the only one then in tears.

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Loki blinked, that stinging wetness only growing stronger as he pulled his hand shakily back away from you.

He couldn’t take another moment. Every single thing you’d felt was as strong in his emotions now as if they’d come from within himself. And he’d had to stop when that final burst of your memories had showed that his own actions had pushed you right into being dependent on the very people he’d once most hated. You were now enlisted to fight against “villains” just like himself.

“You’re one of them,” He breathed, unable to stop that hint of accusation in his tone even as he only wanted to pull you back into his arms now.

You belonged to him. You were his goddess. But Tony goddamned Stark had provided you this home. His own mate and child were now indebted and even affectionate with that egotistical human.

It was irrational for him to feel this angry, some part of his logical mind still knew that of course. In none of your memories had he seen you take anyone else as a lover in any capacity. But the jealousy was so real, the many times Thor had now visited you as well. He’d seen that level of intimacy regardless, you’d needed them because you’d had no one else. And he hated it. The thought of you closer to them, trusting them now far more than himself.

But before you could argue the obvious that he had no right to criticize when he hadn’t been here to be your partner, when he’d left you with a fatherless child, he just took you around the waist regardless. He pulled you against him on the couch, his back leaning into the armrest and your chest now against his.

If you wanted to strike him again he didn’t care as he spoke unevenly, holding you tighter. “I never wanted this. You think I didn’t care about you, but that is not how it was. I was a lie! I was a lie Odin created, and I couldn’t accept it. Yes, I thought I had nothing left. Because I was a fool that believed you could only hate me as much as I hated myself…”

But he’d seen your mind, making it all the more heartbreaking with the truth that his being a frost giant had barely even registered in your important or painful memories. Because you truly did not care. You’d just wanted him back, in any way or form.

Your only anger towards him had been for being abandoned, for being left in the dark, not understanding his violence and his selfishness in these recent years. Your thinking that he now only cared more about conquering realms than he did about loving you or protecting his own child.

“I promised to tell you everything, and I will. But know I never would have hurt you. I never would have let the Chitauri touch you or the girl. I just wanted some kind of control back in my life. Even if I’d won then, I would have come back to you eventually. You’re all I have left…” And he only felt the slightest relief when you didn’t argue, when you didn’t berate him in all the ways he knew he still deserved, your warmth actually just settling further against his chest as he then laid his chin atop your head.

“I love you, I never stopped.” You did finally speak though, as he felt you reaching up to still wipe at your own eyes. “Don’t forget that again.”

He closed his eyes a moment, the pain of those words so real, but even he couldn’t deny them when he knew it was the truth. “Only actual death could ever separate me from you again, goddess.” He promised back. “I have so much to make amends to you for, but I’m here now. And I will not waste this chance if you’ll have me…”

He felt you shift, and as he opened his eyes again he could see you looking up at him once more. The simple touch of your soft hand then against his hair had him taking another breath before your lips met his again.

The physical comfort was so needed, so necessary as he let the two of you sink further down onto the couch. He took greedily still, even after so many years together, he kissed you like his survival depended on it.

Because maybe it did.

After a little while longer though, he felt you move again, you pulling a blanket that had been messily on top the couch then down around you both.

Evidently this is where the two of you would be resting tonight.

But there were still many hours until morning, and you had demanded the truth. He would tell you too. There’d be no more secrets between you. Before sunrise, you would know about Thanos, about the scepter and the tesseract, and how he’d escaped.

He would tell you where Odin really was and how he’d taken back Asgard from the former king. He could only be at your mercy now though, hoping you would understand enough to let him handle this how he needed to. He wasn’t ready to confess to Thor, but all illusions must fall in the end. Eventually that time would come as well. But not yet.

Right now was only about repairing what he’d had with you. And beginning the new chapter with the child he’d yet to even meet. He had failed the girl to this point, but he could at least start to make amends now. To try and be the real father that he had so wished Odin would have been.

By morning all could begin anew. Even devils got second, or in his case even third or fourth chances it seemed. He could and would not let this slip away from him again.

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(Planning to do a part 2 on this, but no ETA at the moment. Thank you for reading! 💚)

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Coming Alive

Series Masterlist | Smurph’s Masterlist

Part 15 of The Arrangement

Word count: 4426

Warnings: Heavy petting, making out

Summary: Loki and Odin have an eye-opening and much needed discussion while they wait for Adora to wake

Wylen excused himself back to his rooms and the behest of Frigga and Aela, and they left to give him something to help him sleep. 

Loki made his way to the balcony that he and Adora often fell asleep on, cradling Milja to his chest and rocking her back and forth. She wouldn’t wake for a while, as the bit of magick he'd used on her would keep her asleep. 

He'd felt her fear when he took the memory from her, seen the way she bolted toward the gardens, heard her cries and screams as she ran. He heard the screeching of the assassin as Adora blasted him with her power, saw the flash of purple illuminate the way for Milja to see in the darkness. 

She ran for a long time, blindly and wildly, stumbling through the bushes as her eyes blurred with tears. There had been a long howling through the wind, and when Hodur appeared in the maze, she'd collapsed against him in a fit of sobs. 

The dog let her cling to his fur as he carried her to the gazebo, and he pushed her with his nose until she went under the cushions and he hid her with his body. He'd heard her terrified breathing as Loki approached the gazebo and dropped to his knees, saw his own face appear in the darkness. 

Loki took that from her, all of it, and now she only remembered falling asleep in Adora's arms on the veranda. 

As unsure as he was before about pushing into her mind and taking the memory, he knew now that Wylen was right. Adora would not want her to know such fear, now or ever again. 

Loki would do his best to ensure her wishes were upheld. 

"How is she?" his father's voice came from behind, and when Loki glanced over his shoulder he lingered in the doorway. 

It was uncharacteristic, the way he looked, as though he wasn't sure how to proceed. His father always held an air of knowledge and wisdom about him, which was why Loki looked to him for guidance, but now Odin looked rather small. 

"She's okay, she won't remember what happened."

Loki turned back to the populace, watching as their cheers and joy echoed through the realm. It was nearly three in the morning, and Adora had been unconscious for nearly seven hours. 

"Your mother tells me you signed the papers," Odin said as he came slowly to stand next to them. 

Milja’s breath fanned across his skin, warm and comforting after the long night. Loki held her tighter and brushed his cheek along the top of her head. 

"Why did you do this to me?" he asked quietly. His heart was so full, so achingly full it was sure to burst in his chest and kill him on the spot. "Why did you make me do this to them?"

Everything about Adora and Milja hurt, even though it felt good. They made him feel so alive and safe, yet at any moment he could lose it all. Loki had never had anything to lose before, and he wasn't sure he wanted this. 

Odin sighed and dragged a hand down his face, "I didn't expect you to fall in love with the girls, Loki."

Loki's gaze snapped to his, Odin's matching blue eyes watching him sorrowfully in the dim candlelight. Usually they sparkled with hidden knowledge, but tonight they were watery and exhausted. 

"I'm not in love," he said defensively, and Odin cocked his head sadly at his youngest son. 

"I just wanted you to take some responsibility, my son," he insisted, as though he were pleading with him for forgiveness. "I just wanted you to know what it was like to take charge of your life and think of someone other than yourself."

"I'm not in love," Loki said again in response, and his father nodded. 

To his surprise, Odin stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around Loki's waist, setting his head on his shoulder. Loki stiffened for a moment, as he could not remember the last time he'd had a hug from his father.

"Okay," he said quietly as Loki relaxed into the comfort of his father's embrace. His chin wobbled against his will, as he truly needed this… from someone whose opinion he valued whether he wanted to admit it or not. 

"If this is love, I do not want it," Loki sniffled, struggling to keep his body from trembling, but Odin's strong arms held him together. "It hurts, father, in a way I'm sure it isn't supposed to."

"The poets all have their own definition of it, my son," Odin said softly, and he gave him a firm squeeze. "But love isn't something you just feel, it's something you experience with your very being. 

"It seeps into your bones and becomes the very blood of you. It fuels your life force and ignites your soul." He shook his head and chuckled, "Whether it's love for life or another person, when you finally feel it, it becomes the spark that guides you through the darkest and lightest of times."

"But it hurts," Loki whimpered pathetically, his father's hold and Milja’s weight in his arms keeping him grounded when he thought he might float away. "I feel as though I'm dying in slow motion."

"Are you dying, or are you finally coming alive?" Odin asked, and Loki's breath caught in his chest. 

Not for the first time that night Loki searched the darkness for answers. As always, it told him nothing in return, just spanned across the realm in a blanket of void nothingness. 

Milja’s little hands twitched as they clung to him in her sleep, gripping his shoulders and holding to him like it was something she always did. Like it was something she knew was safe enough to do so. 

"Platonic or romantic, I've found over the years that love simply is, Loki. You don't feel it, you live it, and in return it lives on. It doesn't need to be anything but what it is in the moment, and sometimes it hurts."

Loki said nothing as he digested his words, simply clung to his adopted child. The heady weight of emotion that coursed through him made him dizzy, and as his father pulled away he rested his forehead against his shoulder for a moment. 

"Get some sleep," he said firmly, "things always seem better after a bit of rest."

Loki waited until his father's footsteps retreated and the parlor door closed before heading to Milja’s room. 

He sighed as he settled into the rocking chair, cuddling the child close and nuzzling her into his neck. She molded to his chest, her tiny body relaxed against him and making some of the tightness ease from his lungs. 

Are you dying, or are you finally coming alive?

Smoothing his hands up Milja’s back, he leaned against the carved wooden backing. He rocked the chair back and forth, letting the rhythm soothe his nerves and focused on Milja’s warmth through his clothes. 

Was his father right? Did Loki love them? 

How was he supposed to know?

All he knew was that it did in fact hurt, that the way he felt made his heart tighten in his chest and his face swell with heat. A fierce protectiveness enveloped his very being at the mere thought of anything happening to them. He shed tears at his grief over Adora’s pain, and if he could he'd take all of it from her. 

All the fear and worry that constantly seemed to rush through her, Loki wanted it for himself, if only so she never had to experience it ever again. Was that love?

Milja was his child now, as much his blood as if he’d fathered her himself. The Claiming papers declared forever that Milja belonged partly to Loki. Even if he and Adora divorced and their marriage was dissolved, Milja would forever be a protected child of Asgard.

He promised Adora he would take care of her, and of course that was a promise he would keep. Milja would never be far from him, and she’d want for nothing. Loki chuckled to himself at the thought, for unlike Adora he couldn’t say no to the child. 

Loki planned to spoil her, whether Adora woke up or not. No child of his would spend a day without knowing how much they were loved by him… and he loved Milja.

Pressing his lips to the top of Milja’s head, Loki closed his eyes and decided to follow his father's orders. He needed to sleep, and for now he knew at least Milja was safe and comfortable. 

Adora was asleep in the other room, and he trusted Aela to watch over her. Focusing his ears on Milja’s breathing, the soft rise and fall of her chest, Loki drifted off praying that things would seem better after a bit of rest. 

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Peeling open her eyes, Adora winced. 

Sunshine poured through the windows, the summer breeze carrying in and billowing the drapes. She held a hand over her eyes to block some of it out and groaned. 

She rolled onto her side and snuggled further under the blankets, reveling in their cozy warmth. Using her left arm, she tugged at the covers to pull them over her head, yelping in pain as a shock ran through her ribs. 

Her other hand slapped over her side as she curled in on herself and gasped… and then it all came rushing back to her. 

Alone on the veranda with one of Vasily’s men, she'd cried out just before a blade sunk into her skin. Everything had burst in a purple haze and then she'd passed out. 

Sitting up sharply, Adora held her side as she struggled to catch her breath. She was in her room, all alone without even Loki to hold her. She'd been changed into her favorite white satin slip and tucked into bed in the Asgardian palace, her handmade dress long gone. 

Adora whipped off the covers and rushed over to the mirrors at the far end of the room. She pulled up her slip to look at her side, and instead of a gashed red wound she found a pink mottled scar the length of her hand following the curve of her ribcage. 

Adora's fingers traced the line, wincing a bit as its soreness radiated across her heated skin. How had she been healed so quickly? 

She vaguely remembered agony as it flowed through her veins, making her gasp as her chest seemed to cave in on itself with the trauma. She could hardly breathe by the time she was carried to the rooms…

In her mind's eye, Adora saw her father's tear streaked face, felt his hand brushing back her hair as he babbled to her, but little else. It was all so fuzzy with pain and fear. She'd been only worried about Milja…

Milja

Adora turned on her heel, hurrying to the girl's room as she tugged her slip back down over her hips. She turned the knob slowly, her breath hitching in her chest as she sent a prayer up to the Vídbláin that her child would be on the other side. 

The door creaked as it eased open, the fuzzy pink rug on the ground tickling her toes as she stepped in. 

A sigh of pure relief escaped her lips as she laid eyes on Milja, cradled safely to Loki's chest as he slept in the rocking chair. His jaw hung open as his head lolled against the back, dark bruises staining his eyes even in slumber. 

Milja’s drool stained the soft green cotton of his shirt, and Adora found herself laughing at Loki's checkered matching pajamas and fuzzy black socks. Hodur wagged his tail as he spotted her, and it thumped against the floor. 

Adora padded quietly closer, smiling to herself at the sight of the two of them so comfortable and close. She ran her fingers over Milja’s hair, brushing it back featherlight and thanking anyone she could think of that the girl was safe. 

From what she could see there were no bruises, no cuts or scratches from running through the hedges. She didn't even look troubled, sleeping peacefully in Loki's arms and clutching that damned toy in her little arms. 

The rest of that night came back in full force, nearly knocking her off her feet… memories of Loki holding her and telling her Milja was protected…that she was safe and he would take care of them both. He'd held her head in his lap and whispered to her in the depths of such immense pain.

It was the only thing that kept her grounded in that moment. His voice, his touch, they'd kept her tethered to the earth when the trauma almost let her leave for Vídbláin. 

Adora threaded her arm under Milja’s head, her other under her knees and began to lift her up to put her in bed, but Loki's hand shot out as his body stiffened and sat at attention. His fingers wrapped around her wrist as he sucked in a sharp breath, his exhausted eyes bright and aware. 

They softened as they met Adora's, and she smiled down at him, grateful for his kindness and protectiveness of her daughter. He'd kept his promise. 

"Adora," he breathed, breaking out into a relieved grin as he stood with her. 

"Shh," she whispered back, nodding down at Milja. He nodded, but his hand reached out to cup her jaw and brushed his thumb along her temple. 

Adora pulled away long enough to set Milja on her bed. She tucked her in gently and placed a soft but firm kiss to her forehead, breathing in her sweet scent and sighing. 

As she straightened up and turned to face Loki, she yelped. He swept her up into a bone crushing hug and wrapped her legs around his waist. Without a word he carried her out of Milja’s room and into her own, closing the door quietly behind him and taking her to the bed. 

Loki didn't let her go, just pressed her into the mattress and covered her body with his. His weight nearly crushed her but she didn't mind. Adora giggled softly and brushed her hands through his hair as he buried his face in her neck. 

"Loki…" she groaned happily even though he weighed half a ton. He pressed his face harder against her skin and she felt the wetness of tears. 

"Loki, what's wrong?" she murmured, kissing what part of him she could reach and scratching her nails lightly against his scalp. 

"I thought I was going to lose you," he mumbled into her hair, sighing and clutching her tight enough to bruise. 

"But I'm completely fine," she tried to soothe, but Loki shook his head and nuzzled closer. 

"The poison, you were… it was awful, Adora," Loki whimpered, actually whimpered against her. "Your veins were black and you were coughing up so much blood."

"Black…" she said quietly, then sighed as she realized just how close she came to dying. "It was nightshade poison, deadly to Elves.

"Loki… it should have killed me," Adora told him, and he finally pulled away to look at her, hovering above her with his strong frame. "How did I survive?"

"Uhm," he swallowed and licked his lips, his exhausted mind struggling to think after the long night. "Dragon ash. Tanana used purple dragon ash."

Adora sat up on her elbows and watched him with wide eyes, excitement taking over her, "Tanana Oylensdottir? She has a purple dragon?"

"She was my mother's teacher. We didn't want anyone to know an assassin had breached the grounds," he said slowly, eyeing her cautiously. "She said she won it in a card game with some Spice Elves."

Adora rolled her eyes, "Damned Spice Elves will give up anything for a quick gamble. What was it like? I've never seen dragon ash used before."

Loki squinted at her and frowned, "Adora, you nearly died."

"Yes, yes, but what did the ash do?"

"You… caught aflame."

"Really?" Adora asked with a bright smile, but Loki didn't return it. He cocked his head at her and huffed a little, so she decided to halt her questioning for later. 

Adora brushed back a stray curl of his, letting her fingertips trail across his cheekbone and over his lips. Smiling up at him, she sat up just enough to kiss him. 

Loki’s hands cupped her jaw to hold her close as he moaned into her mouth. He was insistent, desperate, as he kissed her back. She found herself being pressed back into the mattress while his lips molded to hers again and again. 

As if on instinct, Adora wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him down on top of her. Tangling her fingers into his hair, she whimpered against him, trying to keep him impossibly close. 

His length pressed against her core, one of his hands trailing from her jaw and down her waist. It left a cool trail in its wake, igniting heat within her body as he gripped her hip tightly with his strong fingers. She gasped as he moved on to kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck. 

Heat rose to her cheeks. She'd never done this before, made out with a man in her own bed. Adora never really thought she would, nor did she think she'd enjoy the feeling of someone holding her down with their weight while he did so. 

Placing wet kisses down the column of her throat, Loki groaned against her skin. Her hips bucked up to meet his with each roll, frantic to touch every piece of him she could. Her nipples brushed against his chest through her slip, heat blossoming through her bosom from some deep place she hadn't felt in a long time. 

He smelled like pine and fresh cool snow, yet somehow it only fanned the flame in her belly. The friction of his hardening length against her and his persistent kisses made Adora moan and whimper on the sheets. 

Loki pulled away, and she whined, pouting and glowering up at him. His eyes glittered in the morning sun as it filtered through the windows, and he just smiled back. 

"I really thought I'd never get to kiss you again," he told her seriously, but his voice held a fondness toward her that made her heart thump loudly against her sternum. 

He pressed his forehead against hers, bumping their nose together as he nuzzled close. Adora swallowed thickly, as the weight of his gaze was almost too much for her to handle. She licked her lips as she watched him through her lashes. 

"Don't stop, then," she whispered in a wavering voice. 

Loki grinned wolfishly, "Princess Adora, to hear you say such a thing…"

"Loki, shut up and kiss me," she laughed, and he happily obliged. 

His lips slotted against hers, softer this time but just as desperate to maintain that touch. Their soft groans took over the room while they rocked together, focused only on one another. Adora found herself growing antsy, throbbing between her legs and needy beyond belief. 

The heat in her cheeks was almost too much to bear, and her gaze clouded over with lust. All she wanted was Loki, here and now, but she didn't know how to ask for it. 

His cool fingers wandered along her naked thighs, trailing under her slip to keep a firm grip on her hips while his thumbs rubbed circles into her skin. Adora whimpered from his touch, insistent and soft, his cock hard and pressing heavily against her core. 

His tongue slipped between her lips, making her gasp as it slid against her own. A rumbling chuckle reverberated from his chest, and when he sucked on her tongue Adora let out an embarrassing moan as her hips bucked to grind against him. 

"A few hours without you and I nearly fell apart," Loki murmured as he pressed wet kisses across her cheek and down her neck. His teeth grazed her collarbone and Adora nearly burst. 

"Never again, okay?" he whispered darkly, his grumbling morning voice turning her into a writhing mess. "Never again."

"Never," Adora agreed. She tugged on his hair to pull him back to her lips, earning a sharp moan that made her back arch. 

There was a soft knock on the door, and Loki's eyes flew open as he pulled himself off her. Heat flooded Adora as she embarrassedly sat up and tugged her slip back down. 

Loki swiped a hand down his face, adjusting himself in his pajamas to hide the boner she'd given him during their little romp. She flashed him a look, and he smiled softly back and waved a hand toward the door. 

"Come in," she called, and it opened to reveal a grinning Aela on the other side. 

"You're awake!" she gasped, clapping her hands together happily. 

Her eyes narrowed and her gaze flicked between them, "I've interrupted something."

Adora blushed as Loki chuckled and looked down at his lap, "It's alright. What do you need?"

Aela cleared her throat awkwardly and thrust a thumb over her shoulder, "Your fathers are waiting for you in the parlor."

Adora and Loki blanched before exchanging a look, and she turned back to Aela and gave her a reassuring smile, "Can you give us a moment?"

"Of course," she said, curtsying and shutting the door quietly behind her. 

Loki let out a long breath and put his head in his hands, "Your father's going to kill me."

Adora frowned, "Why do you say that?"

Loki's cheeks turned light pink, seeming dreadfully embarrassed. He held out his hand for her to take. She intertwined her fingers with his and he led her over to the mirrors in the corner of the room. 

Stepping behind her, Loki kissed the top of her head and watched her in the reflection. He flashed her an awkward smile before pulling her hair back to show off her neck. 

Adora gasped when she saw it, a few red marks littering the column of her throat and quickly turning dark. She clapped her hand over it and turned to squint up at him. 

"You gave me hickies?" she asked sharply. 

Loki held out his palms in defense and took a step back. He laughed lightly, though, and she couldn't help but smile with him, "I was so happy to see you! And with you wriggling and moaning beneath me I really couldn't be expected to help myself…"

Adora flushed hotly at his words, and she glanced away from him to compose herself. He stepped forward with a cheeky grin, leaning down and pressing his lips to her neck again. 

When his arms snaked around her waist Adora couldn't help but melt in his embrace. He smoothed his tongue over the small bruises, making her eyes flutter shut and her arms settle over his shoulders to keep him close. 

"It wouldn't be a bad way to go," he murmured before he grazed his teeth along her jugular, "killed for marking and enjoying what's mine… punished tragically for making love to my future wife."

"Oh my… the things that you say, Loki, I swear," she whispered back as he nipped a trail up and behind her ear. His words left her chest light and airy, like she might float away without him there to hold her. 

He laughed quietly as she resigned herself to his kisses, reveling the wondrous feeling of trusting someone enough to do so. His touch calmed her, let her release her tension and exist in a state of enjoyment long denied to her. 

When Loki pulled away he led her over to her vanity and picked up a makeup sponge. He easily maneuvered around the various bottles of makeup and lip paints, picking up a foundation bottle and using the dropper to deposit some on the sponge. He kneeled before her and pushed her hair over her shoulder.

"I'll admit I'm not the best at this," he said softly as he padded the makeup onto her skin. Adora stretched out her neck to give him room, smiling at him. 

"I'm not either. Aela has a much better way with it than I do."

"I've only played around with it a bit." Loki blended the makeup softly, carefully, his eyes trained on his handiwork. He pulled back a tad and glanced up at her, "Sometimes…."

He trailed off and bit his bottom lip, so Adora reached out and brushed her fingers along his cheek. He sighed and leaned into her touch, "Sometimes, not all the time, I prefer to be a woman. Does that bother you?"

Adora cocked her head. The Fae were not necessarily gendered like Midgardians tended to be with their strict rules, but she didn't quite know what he meant. 

"You mean, I get a husband and a wife? Depending on how you're feeling?" she asked curiously. 

Hesitantly, he nodded, looking quite put out. His eyes were wide and nervous, so Adora leaned in and kissed him gently, smiling against his lips. 

"It doesn't bother me," she said softly, but with enough conviction that he knew she was speaking truth. "In fact, I think it makes me very lucky to be blessed with such a dynamic partner."

"Oh," Loki blushed, but he grinned and kissed her back fiercely. "Dynamic may as well be my middle name. I'm very flexible, you know."

Adora's eyes went wide as she imagined without permission just what that flexibility meant. She sputtered, pulling away and covering her face with her hands to quell the embarrassment. 

"Loki, the things that come out of your mouth!" she giggled. He tugged her by the wrists so he could look at her ruddy face once more. 

"You like it," he scoffed. He inspected his work one more time, then stood and held out his hand for her to take. 

When she rose from her seat, he squeezed her hand tightly. With his other hand, in a flourish of magick, he produced a long satin white robe to match her slip. 

Loki helped her slide it over her shoulders, and even cinched it tight for her to protect her modesty. "Are you ready?"

Adora stood on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He let out a little grunt of satisfaction before pulling away. She waved a hand toward the door. 

"I'm ready."

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Once it was love

Title: Once it was love

Summary: Thor believes you are unfaithful with fatal consequences for you.

Pairing: Mobster!Thor Odinson x Wife!Reader

Characters: Frigga, Heimdall, Loki Laufeyson

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of infertility, Thor being a fool, a stubborn one, mentions of cheating, abandonment, sad reader, pregnant reader, threats, implied characters death, hurt & comfort, fluff, remorse, regret, groveling Thor, Loki being Loki, Thor likes to choke his brother and press him against a wall (in a non-sexual way, guys)

A/N: So, this is my first Thor-centered mafia au.

Square Filled: modern au for @marvelfluffbingo​ (marvelfluffbingo2021)

Word Count: 5,2 k

Marvel Fluff Bingo 2021

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

“Pregnant?” Thor swallows thickly when the word leaves your lips. “This is impossible, my love. You can’t be pregnant.”

“Thor, I was at my doctor’s practice, look,” smiling wildly you look up at your husband, showing him the ultrasound picture. “We are going to be parents soon, my love. I’m so excited. I bet they will look like you. Tall and strong.”

“This is impossible,” Thor steps away, shaking his head. “How could you do this to me? I gave you all. My love. My body. My soul. Everything I own was yours and you go and fuck someone else?” his voice booms through the bedroom and you gasp, dropping the ultrasound picture.

“How can you say something like that? I would never cheat on you, Thor. I love you with all my heart. I never was with another man. You were my first and will be my last.”

“I can’t have children,” he insists, picking the ultrasound picture up to rip it into pieces. “I will go and talk to my brother. I want you gone till dinner.”

“Thor, this is ridiculous, my love. I’m not unfaithful, never was. Let’s go see a doctor, Thor. Sometimes they tell you that you’re infertile and then, your wife gets pregnant. Please believe me. I never let anyone else touch me.”

“Go, leave my house!” Thor screams, stepping toward you, making you flinch at his rough tone. “There is no place in my house or heart for a whore.”

“Whore?” tears run down your face when you step backward, shaking your head. “Thor, we can do a prenatal paternity test. I can prove to you that I never was unfaithful. Please.”

“Last warning! If you don’t want me to kill you, leave my home,” his home. It’s the first time Thor calls your house his home, not yours.

“If you let me go out of that door, you’ll never see me or your children, Thor. Please think about it,” you cry, trembling in fear, pain, and agony.

“I told you,” he storms toward you, forces you to back away, hitting the door with your back, “you are not allowed to stay here any longer.”

“Okay,” you press one hand to your heart, choking out a sob. “You know, this should’ve been the happiest day of my life, and it was until my husband, the man I love turned into a monster. But maybe, I was wrong and everyone telling me to not get involved with you was right. You always were a monster; I was just too blind to see the truth right in front of me.”

“What do you want here, Frigga?” once upon a time you felt like you could talk about anything with your mother-in-law, now you can only feel sadness when she steps inside your tiny apartment. “Frigga?”

“My son is a fool,” she says, looking around your new home. “This place is not safe, Y/N. Not for you nor my grandchildren.” she looks at your tiny baby bump, frowning as you protectively move your arms around your waist. 

“According to your son my babies are not his,” you hiss, pushing the tears away. “I never was intimate with another man. Your son was my first and he would’ve been my last.” you sniffle, choking out another sob. “He’s a cruel man. I saw him parade around town, acting as if he didn’t kick me out of his life.”

“Thor, he believed that he’s infertile for years. He had an accident in his teens and the doctor said he’ll never be able to have children. I tried to talk him into visiting a doctor but he’s stubborn like his father,” Frigga can’t take her eyes off your baby bump. She sighs deeply, wishing she could just bring you home.

“I appreciate you tried to help me but I got back on my feet. I found a payable apartment and a job. Don’t worry, I can take care of myself, Frigga. I don’t need the monster pretending to be a good man. Maybe it’s better this way.”

“Heimdall,” sighing you sit next to your former bodyguard. “Does he know you are here?” he shakes his head, giving you a sad smile. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I told him that you never left the mansion without me by your side. That there never was another man,” Heimdall says, looking at your grown belly. “He didn’t believe me, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not as if I expected Thor to believe anyone but his stubborn mind. You know, it’s been four months now and I slowly realize he never loved me. A man loving you doesn’t kick you out and leave you all alone. He always said his enemies could go after me. This means he willingly let anyone hurt me now. This is not love, Heimdall.”

It’s another week later when the divorce papers get delivered. Thor didn’t even call to prepare you for his next step. He simply sent one of his men to throw the papers at you.

Not even Frigga knew about it. “What a nice husband I have,” you scoff, looking at the papers while tears run down your face. “He gives me nothing and wants me to sign I’ll not ask for money for my kids.”

“You shouldn’t sign the papers, Y/N,” Sharon mutters, looking at the papers. “He owes you something. He can’t file for divorce after eight years of marriage and not give you shit.”

“I don’t want anything, only for this nightmare to end. I still can’t believe the man promising me love and devotion, the one calling me his dove, did this to me and his babies.”

“Why not demanding a prenatal paternity test? You could prove he’s the father and get some money for your kids,” your friend insists. “Y/N, don’t let him get away that easily.”

“He won’t agree, you know that. Thor Odinson, head of the Odinson empire will not cower in front of his soon-to-be ex-wife. He’ll not give me a buck and that’s okay. He can shove it up to his ass.”

“Your stubborn, and I love you but, this is stupid, Y/N.”

“Enough of this,” Thor growls, shoving the nurse aside to storm into the room. “YOU, sign the papers,” he demands, glaring at you while the doctor tries to do the ultrasound. “We will do this test now. Doctor, I want a prenatal paternity test to prove I’m not the father of her bastard child and won’t pay for another man’s child.”

“Sir, I must ask you to not scare my patient. We can do the test, but it’s no good if the mother is stressed or scared. Let’s all take a deep breath and act like decent humans.”

“Just do it, doctor. The sooner you give him what he wants, the faster he’ll leave me and my babies alone,” you whisper, looking at your doctor, silently pleading her to help you.

“O-okay, Miss Y/L/N,” Thor listens closely, swallowing thickly when the doctor calls you by your birth name. “I’ll ask a colleague to help me, and we can do the ultrasound to check on the twins later.”

“Thank you, Doctor Cho. I appreciate your help,” you whisper, not looking at Thor. It pains you he sees your baby bump for the first time only to demand you sign the divorce papers. “I want him gone sooner than later.”

Realizing Thor is no longer the man you married you flinch away when he steps closer, looking at your swollen belly like it’s an enemy. 

“Y/N,” Loki jogs toward you, holding out his arms for you to let him hug you. “Did he finally come to his senses?”

“No,” you sniff, handing Loki a large envelope. “I tried to hand him the signed divorce papers but his men refused to let me in. Here,” placing a black box into Loki’s hands you smile bitterly. 

“What’s that?” he blinks a few times, huffing when you wipe your eyes. “He shouldn't have done this to you, my dear.”

“It’s my engagement ring and wedding band, Loki. These are the only things I had left of him. I figured Thor wants them back. I saw him parade around town with Jane, guessing he wants to marry her the moment he’s free of me again.”

“Oh, Y/N. How about we go to a restaurant and talk a bit? Maybe I can help?”

“Loki, thank you but no,” you look at the bus station, sighing deeply. “I need to catch my bus. I got another appointment with my doctor and can’t miss it.”

“Bus? You are driving with the bus?”

“My car was Thor’s just like everything else. You know I was an independent woman back then, before I met your brother,” spatting the words you look at Loki, “I had a great job, money, and a good reputation. Thor wanted me to quit my job and I did, just like everything else to make him happy.”

“How does it feel, brother?” Loki smirks, waltzing into Thor’s office. “Tell me, was it worth it to lose your wife and unborn children?”

“What are you talking about Loki?” Thor growls, looking at the results of the paternity test on his desk. He didn’t open the envelope yet, too afraid to see the proof of your infidelity.

“I’m talking about you and your wife. We both know she never cheated on you, brother. The babies in her belly, the little boy and the girl are yours Thor and you lost them out of stubbornness.”

“How do you want to know?” Thor growls. “Did you spy on the doctor or manipulated the results?”

“Everyone could see Y/N loves you with all her heart. Only a fool would push a wonderful and loving woman like Y/N away.”

“Leave me alone, Loki,” he grunts, glaring at his brother. “She means nothing to me.”

“Oh, is that the reason why you cut your hair to forget how it felt when she played with your locks?”

“Out!”

With shaking fingers Thor opens the envelope, despairing when he reads the lines sealing his fate.

“99 percent. I’m the father,” he chokes out.

“Congratulations, or not,” Loki sneers. “Guess this doesn’t matter anymore. Y/N is gone for good.” throwing your rings onto his brother’s desk Loki sighs deeply. “Pity she fell in love with a klutz like you “

“I’m not infertile?” Thor rereads the results, shaking his head. “How can this be?”

“Sometimes a body recovers, Mr. Odinson,” the doctor says. “Why didn’t you come to visit a doctor sooner, Sir?”

“I was an idiot, I guess,” Thor buries his face in his hands. “And I lost my wife over my stubbornness. She took my babies with her and I’m afraid she’ll not come back.”

“Kitty don’t jump on the kitchen counter,“ you scold your cat. “I get it, you’re hungry just like me. How about I make us dinner?“ tired you wipe your eyes. “It’s been a long day at work. We will have warmed up leftovers again, I guess.“

Thor’s throat tightens watching you run one hand over your grown belly. He fights the tears hearing you choke out a sob when you feel your babies kick.

“Aw, you want mommy to feed you, don’t you?” sniffling you look down your body. “I’ll give you something good in a minute. You know, your dad is a great cook. He rarely found the time to cook for me, but it was always delicious. Too bad he believes I’m a whore-“

“My love, no,” Thor throws his phone against the wall, growling his brother’s name. “Why are you even here, Loki? I told you to bring me my wife.”

“I will not bring Y/N here against her will. You pushed her out of your life and hurt her beyond repair. Your stubbornness cost you your lovely wife and your babies. Don’t drag me into this shit,” Loki sneers. “If I were Y/N I’d castrate you the moment you dare to get close to me.”

“Help me, brother,” Thor booms, shoving his brother against the wall. “Did you forget I helped you get into Sif’s good graces? She wouldn’t have looked at you twice,” pressing his forearm against Loki’s throat Thor grits his teeth. 

“Get off me,” Loki mutters, pushing against his brother’s chest. “Or do you want to kill your brother after you abandoned your wife? Go ahead and do it.”

“Loki, you will follow my orders.”

“No,” Loki pushes off the wall, dusts his jacket before he walks toward the door. “You know, a broken heart is hard to heal. Even if you beg, plea, and kneel she can’t forgive you. Not after what you did to her.”

“My love,” Thor whispers, watching you back paddle the moment you realize it’s him stand in front of your door. “I’m so sorry for hurting you. Please let me step inside.”

“Please go,” you whimper. Thor’s eyes are fixated on your baby bump and you fear he came to fulfill his promise and will hurt your babies. “I did all you want and signed the papers. Loki got the rings. Please don’t hurt my babies. They’re all I got left of you.”

“Dove, my beautiful wife,” stepping inside your small apartment Thor feels like an intruder. You created a warm home for yourself and now he came here to disturb your peaceful life. “Please let me explain a few things.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. The divorce papers answered all my questions. I don’t want anything. Sharon said I should get a lawyer, but I only want this nightmare to end and move on. I know you already did – with Jane.”

“No, I didn’t, my love,” he walks toward you, tries to cup your cheek but for the first time since you met the tall mobster you flinch away, denying him to touch you. “Y/N, I won’t hurt you.”

“Says the man threatening my unborn children’s life,” you sniffle, looking around your living room to find anything you can use to defend your babies. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I-I’m not infertile,” Thor blurs out, reaching out to touch your face. “I should’ve listened to you, but I was so angry and disappointed that you my love out of all the people I trusted betrayed me. I couldn’t bear you will carry another man’s heir.”

“I told you that I never let another man touch me,” whispering the words you fight Thor’s hand when he brings you in his arms to press your trembling body against his warm chest. “I would’ve never let anyone else touch me. Thor, I always was faithful.”

“I know, my love,” he sighs, breathing you in. “I’ll do anything to earn your forgiveness. What I did was unforgivable. I know there is nothing I can do to excuse my behavior, but you know about my family and how everyone always lied to me.”

“I want you to go-“ he refuses to let you go, holds you even tighter when you struggle to break out of Thor’s embrace. “Thor, let me go. I know your family is not the best at expressing their feelings and being honest, but I never lied to you. Not once did I give you a reason to distrust me. Still, you got rid of me like I’m nothing but the dirt under your shoes.”

“Y/N, my little one,” he whispers. “Let me give you all you deserve.”

“I deserve a husband not treating me like a piece of shit! I deserve a man standing by my side and watch my belly grow. I deserve the Thor I met years ago, the one who would’ve never abandoned his wife and his unborn children.”

“I hate to disturb your lovely reunion brother but,” Loki smirks when you start to squirm in his brother’s arms, “according to the rumors someone spread, people know Y/N is pregnant with your heir.”

“Who spread those rumors?” Thor growls, glaring at his brother who dared to step closer to you. “Answer me, brother!”

“Maybe it was me?” Loki shrugs. “Someone had to make sure all those chicks stay away from you brother. I only had the best intentions,” looking at you Loki smirks. “Or maybe I wanted to put Y/N in danger and come to her rescue to finally lay claim on her.”

“YOU WON’T!” in a split-second Thor has his brother pinned to the wall, one large hand wrapped around his neck to snap it anytime.

“THOR, NO!” you scream, fisting Thor’s coat to drag him off his brother but it’s no use.

“You know, this is getting lame. People might get the wrong idea when you pin me to the wall anytime we meet,” Loki grins. “Only as I’m your adoptive brother doesn’t mean you can get your hands on me. Buy me dinner first.”

“This is sick, Loki. Stop playing stupid games to defend your actions. You put my wife in danger on purpose. I just don’t know why. I believed you like her.”

“I do and that’s the reason I want her back in your life so I can try to steal her right under your nose,” still grinning Loki watches you step to his side to place one hand onto Thor’s arm.

“If you don’t hurt Loki we can talk, okay. Please let him go, do it for me,” voice softer now you speak to your husband. “Thor, let Loki go. You know he likes to mess with people. He didn’t want me to get hurt.”

“He could’ve gotten you killed, little one. Loki knows about my enemies,” Thor releases his brother out of his tight grip to turn his attention back toward you and your baby bump. “I’m going to bring you home, my love. You can hate me as much as you want to, but I will keep you and my babies safe.”

“I’ve got you, little one,” pushing against Thor’s shoulders you growl and scream. After he almost killed his brother Thor picked you up in bridal style and didn’t let you go.

“Lemme go, Thor.”

“I know you are mad, my love,” he whispers, gently pressing his lips to your temple, “but you must stay here, with me. Frigga and Heimdall will get your belongings, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore, Thor. This is not my house, not the home I built with you. You destroyed what we had and crushed my heart. I can’t forgive you,” tears stream down your face when you hide your face in his shoulder. 

“My little one, filled with my babies,” he purrs, ignoring you throw insults at him. “Let it all out, Y/N. Give me hell for being a stubborn fool. I was an idiot and will try to make everything up to you for the rest of my pitiful life.”

“As if you could make things up to me,” you quip. “You fucked Jane Foster after you kicked me out of my home. This is unforgivable!”

“I did not,” grunting Thor walks faster toward your bedroom. “I asked her for advice on how to handle the situation. She’s engaged to a nice man. A better man than I am.”

“Months ago, I would’ve told you that you are the best man I ever met. Now I’m not sure about it,” you sniffle, fighting more tears. “You broke me and my trust in you.”

“Don’t you dare to touch me,” you try to move to the edge of the bed, but Thor has his arms wrapped tightly around your body and won’t let you go. “Thor!”

“Just let me hold you for a while, my love, my little one,” he whispers, hiding his face in your neck to press his lips to your skin. “Tomorrow you can hate me all you want but tonight let me be the man you met so many years ago.”

“Loki said you were out of control since you kicked me out of your life,” your husband silently listens to your words, still not letting go of you. “You almost fired Heimdall too.”

“He stalked you,” grumbling Thor lies behind you, hands gently rubbing over your belly. “I caught him in front of your apartment.”

“Heimdall tried to protect me, even though, you told him to kick me out of our home. He was a friend to me for years.”

“I bet he wanted to touch you,” the green monster raises his ugly head, and you know, one false word and Thor will kill Heimdall out of jealousy.

“Heimdall respects you and your family. He would never do such a thing. Not every man wants to have sex with me. This is the reason you easily believed that I cheated on you,” pissed you fall silent.

“Little one,” Thor nuzzles you, sighing when you refuse to talk to him. “Fine, be mad at me but I’ll hold you tonight. And I know Loki and Heimdall want to touch you. You can’t convince me otherwise.”

“Only as you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants when we met doesn’t mean every man is like you.”

“You looked so pretty the day we met. I knew that you are going to be mine sooner or later. Do you remember how long you let me woo for you? I never met a girl not wanting to get in my pants.”

“Not every woman falls to her knees for a tall, long-haired, and dangerous mobster,” turning Thor’s embrace you look up at him. “Why did you cut your hair? Does Jane prefer short hair?”

“It reminded me of the times you played with my hair,” Thor admits. “I hated to see a reminder of my lost love every time I looked in the mirror.”

“I miss the long hair,” you quip, ignoring Thor leans closer to press a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t get me wrong. This doesn’t mean I still love you. You just look awful without your hair covering your ugly face.”

“Teasing me?” he muses, nose nudging your cheek. “That’s what you want to do, my dove. I don’t think I’ll let you get away with teasing me.”

“And I won’t let you get away with breaking my heart and calling me a whore. You abandoned me and your unborn children. There is no coming back from this. Whatever we had is over, Thor. The sooner you realize you lost me; we can go our own ways.”

“I need advice brother, not mockery,” Thor grumbles. “My wife won’t look at me. She said we should go separate ways. Y/N will go and take my children with her.”

“What am I supposed to do now, Thor? It’s your fault. You should’ve listened to me, mother, or Heimdall. We all told you Y/N would never cheat on you. Leave me out of this, brother.”

“No advice coming from you,” hopefully looking at Frigga Thor sighs deeply. “Mother, I need your help.”

“I tried to help you, my son. When I told you to not abandon your wife you refused to listen to me. Your stubbornness always was a problem. My beloved Thor. Reckless. Too hasty for his own good and so damn stubborn.”

“We can’t help you this time, brother…”

“Shhh…mommy is tired,” you roll to your side, groaning when your babies start to kick you again. “Let me sleep, please.”

“Do you need anything?” stepping toward the bed Thor watches you run one hand over your belly. “You look tired, little one.”

“They won’t let me sleep. I think they know that something is wrong. I’m scared and nervous and now the babies won’t find rest.”

“I could try to rub your belly,” he offers, sitting on the bed to look at you, pleadingly. “Or is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

You sneer, scrambling away when Thor tries to touch your belly. “Don’t touch me. I-I can’t let you touch me.”

“Please, just let me touch your baby bump. I want to feel my children kick. All those years I never dared to dream of having children; knowing I’m infertile, my love. The reason I was so mad and treated you badly was that I always wanted a baby with you and knew I can’t give you this.”

“Still, you hurt me deeply,” you lie on your side, sniffling when Thor lies on the bed to place his hand carefully onto your belly. “Thor…”

“I know, my love. What I did is unforgivable, and that you are hurt. I understand you can’t talk to me or even bear to be near me. I promise to make you happy for the rest of your life. I’ll be the best father and care for our babies,” he whispers, hand gently running over your belly. “Please.”

“Thor, why did you never talk to me? Why never telling me that you’re infertile? I mentioned that I want children more than once throughout our relationship,” you sniffle. 

“Y/N, I believed you will leave me if I ever tell you so,” Thor whispers. “I couldn’t have lived without you by my side. I wanted to tell you more than once but never found the guts to do so.”

“There are so many ways to have children. Adoption or artificial insemination, Thor. I would’ve never left you, my love,” you whisper, eyes filled with tears again. “You don’t know me at all.”

“I know you, my little one,” he sniffs. “Y/N, I hate myself for hurting you; for believing you cheated on me. Everyone but me saw that you are innocent. I was too blinded by my fear of losing you to another to see the truth.”

“Can you see the truth now, Thor?” looking at Thor you gently cup his cheek. “Can you?”

“All I can see is you, my little one. You and my babies inside of you,” he says. “And I’ll do anything to make you see I can be a good husband and father.”

“Slower, little one,” Thor tuts, helping you walk toward the car. “Let me open the door for you. We need to be back soon to have lunch.”

“I can walk, you know,” walking next to Thor you look around the parking lot. Since everyone got to know you are pregnant with Thor’s heir you are always afraid someone will try to kidnap or attack you. “No one will hurt my babies, or I’ll rip them apart.”

“My little one is a tough one,” Loki silently follows you and his brother. He smirks, listening to you growl at his brother. “Hear that Loki, she would attack anyone and kill you in your sleep, brother.”

“Not Loki, my love,” you coo, patting Thor’s cheek. “But you.”

“Ouch, Thor,” snickering Loki opens the door of Thor’s car for you. “You’ve got yourself a dangerous girl ready to slit your throat open. Sadly, you angered the mother bear and now she’s mad at you.”

“You’re not helpful, Loki. Not at all…”

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” chewing your food slowly you glance at Loki who, much to Thor’s dismay, grins the whole time. “I asked the cook to prepare your favorite food, my love.”

“The chicken is dry,” Loki says, smirking at his elder brother, “and the potatoes lack salt. We better not talk about the vegetables.”

“Seriously?” Thor growls. “I did not invite you for lunch and you insisted on eating with us. Now you dare to ruin my time with Y/N!”

“Thor,” patting your husband’s hand you glare at Loki. “Loki should be thankful we invited him for lunch. He’s the one jeopardizing my safety with his loose tongue.”

“I tried to make the women being all over my brother see that you are his wife and the mother of his heir,” Loki mutters. “In the end reproaches hailed down.”

“Loki, don’t-“ Frigga warns, seeing her eldest son’s hands ball into fists. “If you don’t want to feel Thor’s wrath, remain silent now, son. I know you meant well but your plan backfired. One of the girls must’ve talked about Y/N’s pregnancy and now Thanos and the likes of him are after my daughter-in-law.”

“I know,” sighing Loki looks at you, offering a weak smile. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You know that I would never put your life in danger. All I wanted was for my dumb brother to not choose another woman over you.”

“Dumb?” Thor growls, close to attacking his brother. You watch the exchange with worry, looking at Frigga for help but she reached the end of the rope too when Thor jumps up to grasp for his brother’s throat.

“OH, Thor, my love,” you whimper, faking a sob. “I feel weak out of the sudden.” In a blink, Thor turns his attention toward you. He carefully checks on you, mumbles apologizes before you find yourself in his arms. “Thank you.”

“I’ll bring you upstairs and get your food for you later,” mumbling the words Thor rushes out of the room, you safe in his arms.

“Well played,” Frigga chuckles. “Thor is in for a treat with his wife. She pulls his strings like an evil mastermind. Good for her.”

“He almost killed me,” Loki insists. “He should thank me for bringing his wife back into his life. Without my little push, she would’ve never agreed to come home.”

“LOKI,” shocked Frigga looks at her son. “Don’t tell me you wanted someone to threaten Y/N’s life to make sure she must come back.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Loki shrugs. “I took care of the bastards threatening her life days ago. She’s safe and Thor has his wife back. Now let’s eat. The chicken is delicious, mother…”

“What did happen to my sweet little Loki?” gasping Frigga watches her son eat happily. “Loki?”

“I did what I had to do. Or rather what no one else was willing to do…”

“Careful, little one,” Thor rumbles, handing you a glass of your favorite juice. “The doctor can be here in no time if you need me to call one.”

“I’m fine now,” you take a sip of the juice. “No reason to bother anyone else.”

“You didn’t bother me, Y/N. I love taking care of you. I know that I lost your trust in me but please give me the chance to prove I can be your Thor again,” he leans closer to brush his lips over your forehead. “Please, little one.”

“I will try to give you another chance but for now I can only offer to not leave you. My heart is still shattered and I’m still chilled to the bones remembering the way you look at me. And I can’t forget all the things you said. Not now, not that easily…”

“I’ll earn your trust and even more important your love again, my love…my everything,” Thor whispers. “My little one, I love you so much.”

“You always had my love, Thor. That’s not the problem,” you sigh, placing one hand onto Thor’s heart. “I’m afraid I lost yours and that scares me.”

“No, never,” he gasps. “Even when I believed you cheated on me I loved you with all my heart. I wanted to carve it out to not feel it beat only for you, Y/N.”

“That sounds romantic and creepy at the same time,” laughing you look up at Thor. “At least you can still make me laugh. There is hope…”

“There is hope…” nodding Thor looks at you, a soft smile on his lips.

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[ashdreams2023]

A lot of match ups lately so here a request:))

Being Tony's sis and meeting lokis parents,I think frigga would accept her but I'm not sure of odin,I also think that frigga would talk to loki about how she would die soon and try and convince y/n to eat a golden apple or something like that😂

Pretty please 💜💜💜

Meeting Loki’s parents for the first time

They way you practiced this meet up a hundred times before even going to the Damn place.

"Calm down, my mother would love you" he assured you but you still fidgeted with your dress, you wore a dress since you didn’t want to be disrespectful to their culture.

"They’ll probably think I’m like Jane…"

Loki shook his head, he tightened his grip on your hand "you’re nothing like Jane, and even if you were they shouldn’t judge me for whoever I love"

Easy for him to say, when tony found out you two were dating he almost had a heart attack, you couldn’t imagine how his parents would react to another mortal being brought to Asgard.

All your thinking had to stop though, the doors to the throne room were right in front of you.

You clutched Loki’s arm tight and took a deep breath.

"It’s ok, I’m here with you, everything will be alright" he said.

The second the doors opened, you almost closed your eyes from the light that was close enough to blinding you.

Inside the throne room you saw Thor standing on the side with a small friendly smile and Odin sitting on his throne.

Frigga stood next to him, beautiful and graceful.

"Father, I have returned in favor of your blessings yours and mother" Odin eyed you both while you kept your gaze down.

"Loki my son, this mortal is the one your heart yearns to be with?" Said Odin.

Loki lifted your chin up making you look at him "the one and only father, I want to spend my ever lasting days and breaths next to her" you could feel your face warming up at his words.

"And you, young maiden" it was frigga who spoke "if you desire to be with my son for long, wouldn’t that be difficult since you’re an immortal?"

You blinked a few times, taking in her question before looking back at Loki.

"If there’s a way to live as long as he does I wouldn’t think twice about it" you said.

Frigga smiled then looked at her husband, Odin didn’t like the idea of a mere mortal walking on Asgard let alone be with one of the boys that he raised.

But frigga saw something he didn’t, she saw and attachment, things she never saw Loki show to anyone but her in his years of groaning into the god he is today.

"If you insist on choosing her as your one and only, I’m not stopping you my son"

"And if he doesn’t give you his blessings mine would be enough" frigga said.

Odin looked at his wife with wide eyes but couldn’t say a word back.

The old king stayed quiet as his wife went down and hugged you.

Loki and Odin locked eyes for a few seconds, many words were said between those stares and no spoken.

"My my, my Loki found a treasure of a woman, beautiful and worthy of his love"

"Beautiful inside and out mother"

You couldn’t help but giggle at the all the attention you were getting, at least tony wouldn’t have to worry about you being imprison or something like that.

"Let’s have a feast! A welcome for my mother and his maiden y/n stark" Thor yelled.

And just like that it was the beginning of another crazy and insane chapter of your life and this time you had Loki beside you.

[theunreliablewriter]

Even a God Can Have a Protector

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minor threat of violence between siblings. Mention of harm.

Fluff/Headcanons

Word Count: >1k

Request: how would Loki react if a s / o (midgarian) stands protectively in front of him when Thor tries to attack him? he knows the woman. Thor asks how she can protect loki with everything he has already done. she replies that Loki always behaved correctly towards her. she trusts him and if Thor wants to harm Loki, he has to kill her first. - @cara-serpens

Author’s Note: Headcanons seemed to fit this request better than a full story; I hope that’s okay! Also, I am totally out of practice with writing, so I am very sorry this if this isn’t good or what you wanted! Please, feedback is highly appreciated! :)

Over a year had passed since Thor had reluctantly returned to Earth with Loki.

Frigga insisted there was immense goodness in her youngest son; that it had just become buried by the overwhelming pain of feeling inferior to Thor his entire life—by the heartbreak of learning why that was and realizing he had been lied to since birth.

As a result, even the Allfather could not overrule his fierce queen when she insisted he be given a chance to right his wrongs and possibly even redeem himself in the eyes of the Midgardians.

Loki would have to stifle a laugh each time he thought about being redeemed in anyone’s eyes, but, even if he would never admit it, it meant the world to him to know his beloved mother was still his ally.

He believed she would be his only ally for the rest of his days—that no one would ever see him as anything other than a monster, whether it be do it is true heritage or for his doings in New York City.

But, then, he met you.

Before it was uncovered as HYDRA and fell from existence, you were an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D in the top tier intelligence department.

While the strength of your mind put the muscles of Bruce Banner’s alternate form to same, you were no fighter. You had taken self defense classes to protect yourself when needed, but you were no Black Widow by any means.

That is one of the many things that sparked Loki’s interest in you, though.

You weren’t like the Avengers who Loki saw as nothing more than hammer-swinging, shield-throwing show-offs.

What initially drew him towards you was how you hadn’t already decided hate him—you hadn’t already decided to view him as a monster. The rest of the Avengers—including his brother—certainly had.

While they all thought the invasion was all done due to Loki’s desire to be a king, you had always wondered if there was more to the story. With time, you learned you were right, after Loki finally opened up to you.

Months passed of growing closer and closer.

A genuine friendship was established, and your connection just continued to grow from there.

Eventually, you and Loki became romantic.

Feelings of love were confessed. Acts of love happened.

Despite all of this, Loki never expected you to want the others to know. But, that was never the case. You had no qualms about holding his hand, pressing your lips to his cheek, etc. in front of everyone.

No one understood what in the hell made you think this was a good idea.

You couldn’t have cared less though. You didn’t need anyone’s approval.

Loki was your person, and you wouldn’t hide that, let alone be ashamed. You knew the truth of why New York happened; you knew who he truly was; you knew what Frigga knew—that he was a genuinely good person.

He would do anything for you, and you would do anything for him.

So, when you walked in on one of his numerous arguments with Thor and saw the latter lunge towards his younger brother, fiery anger shot through your veins.

Without even realizing you had moved, you found yourself between the two gods.

“Don’t you dare touch him.” Your voice was firm and cold.

Thor looked utterly shocked by your sudden appearance and unwavering bravery. If you had eyes in the back of your head, you’d know Loki’s had tripled in size and his jaw had slightly fallen.

He knew you loved him, but to the point you’re willing to stand toe-to-toe with the Mighty Thor in order to defend him?

“Move aside, Lady (Y/N). This matter has nothing to do with you.”

“If it involves Loki, it does involve me. What is the problem?”

Thor’s brows lowered in frustration. He frowned deeply, before asking, “How can you stand here, Lady (Y/N), protecting a man who has done such wrongs to your world?”

“Because I know him. Never has he been anything less than kind to me. And if you would take the time to hear him out like I did, you would understand the true reasons for why he did those ‘wrongs.’”

With a roll of his eyes, Thor stated you reminded him of his mother due to her also believing in the good of the Loki.

“Are you saying your own mother is wrong?”

That silenced the towering blonde, allowing you to continue.

“So, unless we are finished here, if you still want to hurt him, you will have to hurt me first.”

Loki felt his heart accelerate at your words. He knew his brother would never do such a thing, but you didn’t. Thor was the Avenger you knew the least, so the fact that you were willing to take such a risk for him…it felt surreal to have someone care and love him to such a resounding level.

Your gaze was strong as steel as you held Thor’s shaky stare. After only a few seconds, his muscles relaxed. You could have sworn you saw a look of apology in his eyes, before he made a quick exit from the room.

A deep breath was pulled in your lungs as you turned, wanting to calm yourself after feeling such rage.

“Darling, why did you do that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You mustn’t ever put yourself at risk, especially for me.”

“Why is that?”

“I am not worth it.”

Your heart cracked at his words. “You are my love—meaning you are worth it. You’re worth everything.”

The raven haired man’s mouth curved upward into a smile. “Even if you insist, my darling, you are forgetting I am a god with centuries of fighting experience.”

“And?” You questioned with humor filled sarcasm. “You’re a god with a protector from Midgard, get over it.”

With a gentle laugh, Loki pulled you into his embrace.

Tightly—you held him so tightly in your arms.

I love yous were murmured to each other.

And there, in your arms, with his face buried in your neck, Loki could honestly say he never felt safer.

| Masterlist |

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Okay, what would Loki&Sigyn be like having a baby pre-Thor vs having a baby post Endgame? Loki having no clue he's adopted in the Pre-Thor scenario

Pre-Thor

Sigyn's pregnancy would be an accident

They had talked about kids, but always in the abstract "someday", that someday having a definite date is a surprise to both of them

I went into detail here for Loki's reaction and Sigyn's reaction here; basically they're both nervous, but knowing they're in it together makes it easier

Loki's doubts plague him through the entire pregnancy; what if they hate him? What if he fails?

Sigyn is constantly checking to see if Loki is sure, that she isn't somehow pressuring him to have children just because she wants them

It's an unsteady start, but the further into the pregnancy, and with the help of Frigga and Thor, things start to smooth out

Loki is doing his god damn research; his whole thing is finding the clever solution so he will do the reading and he will over think this

Sigyn by contrast has been expected to have kids her entire life; she's had the talk, she's heard her mother talk about the pains of childbirth, she's got this

Loki definitely gets more and more paranoid the closer the due date comes; he basically doesn't leave Sigyn's side for the whole month before she gives birth

When the day comes, he insists on staying with her during the whole thing and Thor insist on staying for moral support; Thor ends up fainting

Sigyn is just annoyed and in a lot of pain so just screams at both of them to get out while Frigga stays with her

When it's all over, Loki walks into the room to find his mother dabbing a cool cloth onto his wife's forehead and in her arms, a small beautiful boy

The second Vali closes his hand around his father's finger, Loki is lost

He's so small, how could he ever let anything happen to something so precious

Sigyn can't help but smile at the awed look on her husband's face; how could she ever doubt he wanted Vali

And she can't help but laugh when Loki starts talking about giving Vali a brother or sister

Post-Endgame

Admittedly, both Sigyn and Loki are in a better place both individually and as a couple

They’re finally able to sit down and have an honest conversation about having children and what that would mean

Loki is able to fully express his doubts and fears, but ends with saying he has wanted to have children with her for a long time, he just was never sure of himself

For Sigyn, she's able to express that she was nervous about having kids with him since she was never sure he was ready or even wanted them

Getting it all out in the open allows them to start on the right foot

They actually try at having a kid, and when Sigyn finds out she's pregnant, there is nothing but joy

Loki is still nervous, but those fears aren't as prevalent as before

Sigyn doesn't feel the need to question every decision and can enjoy her pregnancy with her husband and the people she cares about

Thor and Bruce message them constantly about how Sigyn is doing and when the due date is and triple checking that they'll tell them when its happening

When she does give birth, Loki does panic, at least a little

Yes, they have a plan. Yes, she's safe and has the best care in the universe, but the universe also has a habit of tripping him at the finish line

It takes Thor to calm him down and they both wait outside together, Thor acting as the voice of reason while Loki paces for what feels like days

When he's finally able to see them, it takes everything to keep himself from crying

After everything they've been through, after thinking he had lost Sigyn forever, there she is with their child safe and happy in her arms

Sigyn becomes his over and they marvel over the tiny new life between them

They talk about names, settling on Vali, and already start to talk about adding more to their family; after so long, they decide to embrace their happy ending

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

...Story Imagine...

((Vampire AU with Loki))

It's the 18Th Century, (Y/n) and her family we attending a ball, which was held by her father's many associate. As many women of that Era it was frowned upon a woman who spoke her mind, didn't smile, don't act shy, and most importantly if they were not we'd by a certain young age, which (Y/n) had past, as she was soon entering her 20s. Her little sister, however, was finally entering her 14, making her one of the most eligible young women to marry off, which earned her their mother's complete attention. Their father was different, he didn't care much for the ideas of marriage his wife followed, he loved both his daughters, he was the one who taught (Y/n) to read and write when she asked for it, provided books to expand her knowledge, and when she said how the person asking for her hand was not to her liking he always put his foot down against her mother and rejected the man. Her mother always threw a tantrum on how it was inappropriate for her to be literate, read such "Masculine" books instead of learning broidery like women her age should.

Years oast she had grown older her mother ignored her and focused on her younger sister, who her mother made sure she wouldn't be "infected" like she had, and so her younger sister became the "Perfect" woman any man would want. While her mother was flaunting her younger sister completely ignoring her, she kept glancing around the ball in boredom, her father already drunk with other men laughing and having fun. As for her she was standing behind her mother and other women, who had nothing interesting to talk of, jus looking around and gossiping.

Until they grew quite when the door opened announcing a late arrivals to the party. (Y/n) didn't not look as she didn't care, but she could her the women talking about how these people were new nobles who moved from their country for a better life and profit, and how both sons were still single making the young girls in the group to giggle in excitement. And that made (Y/n) intrigued and she looked up, eyes widened slightly when she caught the small family of 4, they were far away and surrounded by people so it was difficult to have a clear look . One of the women who knew their story started to explain. The father with one eyes, used to lead soldiers when his country was at war, which earned him a title. No body knew a lot of the mother, but from her grace and beauty she was a high member of woman society, as with a single smile she could women anyone's heart. The elder son,who many women swooned over, wanted to follow his father's footsteps, as he trained every day since he was a child making him a one man army. The younger brother, followed his mother's footsteps of being one of the most influential members of society, with a few words he'd have anyone wrapped around his fingers.

Hearing all that, (Y/n)'s mother was determined to ensure her younger sister be part of that family. And so like many other women, she waited patiently for an opportunity to introduce herself. (Y/n) didn't want anything to do with her mother's pathetic plan and so she found herself a sofa, which thankfully wasn't preoccupied since many women rushed in to meet the sons of the soldier.

As (Y/n) was minding her own business, she didn't notice when a man came towards her and introduced himself. He asked for a dance, which she declined, then started conversation on various subject and that didn't matter to the you g lady, thinking he was showing his knowledge but it did catch (Y/n)'s Attention when he started asking for her thoughts in the matter, and seemed pleased when she spoke her mind. Having a better look at the stranger (Y/n) found him quite charming. Thier fun was short lived when her mother barged in on thier conversation, which wasn't knew since her mother made it a habit to come and make the gentlemen's attention om her sister, however, was did suprise her is when her mother started acting... Nice to her in front of the man, she still introduced her sister who stared daggers at her direction, but this time she acknowledged her.

As they talked, the gentlemen seemed put off by her mother who didn't seem to get the hint that he wasn't interested in dancing with her younger sister, instead he turned and asked (Y/n) for a dance, and it surprised her since all men always preferred her sister. But her mood was ruined by her mother's actions, she didn't want to be forced to dance and act nice because of her mother, she wanted to be acknowledged willingly, and so she declined. The gentlemen seemed to have understood her sudden shift of mood, and so he excused himself, not before saying how he hopes to meet (Y/n) again. When he left he mother wasted no time to berate her one everything she did, and she ignored it but when she started to accuse her for wanting to steal her sister's "Suitors" is when she started to talk back of how the man was the one who came to her and continued talking to her even when she didn't show interest. Later on she'd understand her mother's outburst for the man was none other than the youngest son of the foreigner couple and his name was Loki.

But (Y/n) didn't think much of it as they left the party and ignoring her mother's lecture of how her time was gone and that her sister was a priority.

On the next day, everyone was surprised when her father came declaring he invited the family dinner to their house last night, making thier house turn into chaos as her mother ran around and made the servants clean the house thoroughly and pampered her sister with dresses, praises and advices on how she should act in order to not only win one of the brother's but also the parents favor. (Y/n) was told to not ruin this for her sister who boosted on how she'd have thw siblings fighting over her. (Y/n) just rolled her eyes in disgust on how her sister turned out and how she was thinking. When the night came (Y/n)'s mother was at the door greeting them, her sister made a lot of effort to show herself off to the elder brother, who obviously felt awkward. When Loki came into view he had a look of displeasure as if he didn't want to be there, but when his eyes landed on her, his eyes brightened and he smiled as he greeted her personally, which earned a scowl from both mother and sister.

During the entire night Loki kept conversing with (Y/n), which encouraged his brother, Thor, and mother, Frigga, to do the same thing, both seemed delighted with how knowledgable and out spoken she was, and when Odin said something the (Y/n) disagreed on her mother stood immediately apologizing and saying how she wasn't "Right in the head" but Odin only replied with how she shouldn't apologize for something that was correct and how they were having a conversation and it's normal to have different opinion. When dinner was served Loki made sure to be across from (Y/n) to continue conversing, which Thor and frigga would join in, much to the displeasure of both her mother and sister but to her father's great delight.

From Loki's POV:

He and his family moved in to the new country because of Vampire hunters who filled thier previous home. Loki was understanding and believed this new beginning was good to them, but to find out how the humans acted made him quickly miss thier home. him and Thor, were surprised to learn of how women had basically no rights, that all of them were illiterate and if they did seek knowledge it would be wrong, but what almost a slap in the face to almost all of them is when they learned that families marry their daughters off at the age of 14 and that being older than 17 was a death sentence of a life alone. And so they had to endure such society for the time being until they found a better place to call home. It was a difficult to find people to eat since these people made sure to stay in thier homes. Thankfully, they met a a fellow vampire who taught them of the ways of this society and how act around them even provided them blood.

One night, the vampire insisted that they join in a ball to throw away suspicion from them since a lot seemed to ask about them. But the moment he entered he felt a sudden pull to someone in the room and he NEEDED to find out who. So using the women's attention to his brother Loki slipped away and made sure he stayed in the dark as he followed the sudden feeling he had, like a string pulling his heart. And that's when he saw her, he swore that he could feel his dead heart beat at her sight. He would have gave in to his instinct and just took her away from her so he could keep her from anyone's sight but his own. But remembering the rules given to him, Loki introduced himself to her. He at first tried to impress her with his vast knowledge and Silver tongue, when that didn't work her started to ask her questions which he has to supress a chuckle at how her eyes sparked with bit of excitement and so he continued to ask her opinion of various subjects, making him fall deeper with her if not delighted to learn that unlike the women he met so far, she was quiet knowledgeable. His time was ruined when her mother came in and started introducing herseas he mother, from the way his Lady was suprised he could tell that such act was non-existent. Then when she pressured him to ask her child for a dance he asked His dear lady instead, he was very disappointed when she rejected him, clearly displeased by her mother's behavior. Seeing that her mother won't leave them, he found it better to leave despite the beast in him snarling and demanding him to scare the mother away so he might be alone with his Lady again. Before he left he told her that he would like to see her again, which seemed to please her.

Back in his home, his father demanded where did he leave to, and when he explained himself to his family both parents seemed surprised and delighted as his mother took him a tight hug before explaining to them that the person Loki met was his fated mate. Thor congratulated him, and asked about the lady that's when he realized that he knew only her name, and ignored the mother completely when she introduced herself so he can't remember a last name. He wanted to explore town in hopes of finding his lady again but his father ordered him to postpone his search for tommorow they have to visist a nobleman's home, who insisted to host them.

Loki was voicing his displeasure the entire ride to the nobleman's home. He was planning to not interact with anyone that night. But when his eyes landed on her he wanted nothing to run and take her in his arms before burying his face in her neck to basking in her scene and presence but he forced himself back. He introduced her to his family who immediately understood by the sudden big smile on his face who was this woman.

Loki would decide the very next day to follow the custom and court (Y/n), much to her mother's delight, and her sister's dismay. There will be "Coincidence" meetings, and when her sister meets a strange man from church telling her that the man his sister with was a monster who'd suck her blood dry, how can she save her sister.

((Still working on the story line, expect updates))

[breezii2176]

Loki x Reader

Chapter 2

18+ content

“Thor, as always a pleasure to see you once again.” (Y/n) opened her arms to hug the muscled man and right before they could she spilt the ground beneath him to swallow half of his body.

“And as always (y/n), a pleasure to fall into your traps.” Thor grunted as he tries to pull himself out.

“What’s on the agenda today?” (Y/n) asked as she released Thor from his confinement, and although he is strong enough to get himself out, he always plays along.

They’re training took nearly an entire day, and so as the sun was setting most warriors went their seperate ways. Thor, Sif and (y/n) walked and talked together, laughter filling the grand halls.

“I’m sorry but I must go, I promised Lo-“

“Loki that you’d go visit him.” Sif finished the sentence.

(Y/n)’s face flushed and nodded before scampering off towards Loki’s chambers. Upon arriving she knocked on the door, waiting for him to invite her in yet there was no response.

Upset she turned away but ran face first into none other than Loki’s chest. Stunned she quickly gripped onto his biceps for support as he grabbed her waist. His deep chuckled filled her ears before she joined in.

“I didn’t think you’d be done so soon. Did something happen?” Loki tilted her face so they would lock eyes, his searching hers for any possible signs of discontent.

“No, we had Viscar and Rohan join us for a few hours. Hence why we all turned in earlier than usual.” As the words fell from (y/n)’s lips, Loki opened his door and guided them both inside.

“Ah, would you like me to have someone draw you a bath?” He leaned down to place a few kisses along her neck, pulling her as close to him as possible.

“Would you join me?” (Y/n) smirked and threaded her hands through Loki’s smooth hair.

“That mightn’t be the best idea, although I’m not opposed to it. We’d also have to be very discreet.” It was Loki’s turn to smirk, he pulled away and opened his door, calling out for a chamber maid.

Once the maid entered and was given her orders, Loki bid his farewell. (Y/n) watched and made small talk as her tub and water was prepared in the prince’s room.

Shortly after the bath was ready did she slip in and dismiss the maid. (Y/n) decided to keep her hair held back, not needing to wash it this time. After a few minutes of relaxation she heard a small ruckus on the balcony, Loki appeared in the form of a snake.

Slightly nervous the younger Asgardian covered herself from, the now humans, suspecting’s eyes. Loki approached her slowly whilst undressing himself.

“Don’t be nervous my love, I promise nothing will happen if you don’t won’t it to. So am I allowed to join?” His words were true and gentle as he held off from taking his last item of clothing from his body.

“Join me.”

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“Odin, when will you announce for Thor and Sif to be married? Let alone (y/n) and Loki? We both know they all love each other, so let’s announce the engagements.” Frigga was smiling brightly and she spoke to her husband.

“When the time is right, I feel not everything in Asgard is ready yet.” Odin replied, holding his hand out for Frigga to take.

“I understand that you don’t have everything in place yet but we could still tell just the four of them, I want to have grandchildren and soon.” Frigga pleaded as she took his hand.

“I know, and we will have them in time, when everything is in place.”

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“Loki... ahh please more.” (Y/n) moaned as she held onto Loki’s wrist, his fingers working magic.

“How about my tongue?” Loki kissed his way down her body until he reached his prize. (Y/n) nodded and held her hand to her mouth as to not scream in pleasure.

At first Loki gave long and slow licks and he thrusted and curled his fingers. He alternated between sucking and licking her clit, her moans a blessing to his ears.

“C-close... Loki.” (Y/n) whimpered as she came around Loki’s fingers, his tongue quickly lapping at her juices so she could ride out her high.

When Loki crawled back over her body he watched as she tried to catch her breath. He quickly wiped his face with his hand before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on her forehead.

“Was that good?” Loki whispered, already knowing the answer.

“Very.” (Y/n) was still huffing as she smiled at him, interlacing her fingers around his neck. Leaning up she kissed him before quickly flipping them both over.

Immediately Loki’s hands shot to her hips, holding her in place as she slowly began to grind down on him. They continued to make out with slow grinds, (y/n)’s hands worked to rid Loki of his, now very tight, pants.

“Maybe we should stop.” Loki broke apart, moving (y/n) to be next to him so he could sit up.

“Why? You will be the man I marry so what’s wrong if I want to give myself to you now?” (Y/n) had a valid point.

“It’s just, I think it’s best to wait for our wedding night, but if you insist.” Loki smirked as he shed himself of his clothing.

“I do insist.”

(Y/n) laid back down with Loki getting on top of her, settling himself between her legs whilst making sure she’s comfortable. Loki then proceeded to rub himself over her slick entrance, coating himself.

“Are you ready my pet?” Loki whispered, lining himself up.

“Yes.” She answered breathlessly.

Loki slowly sheathed himself inside her tight walls, stopping once he felt that she could take no more of him. (Y/n) grinded a little to get used to the unknown feeling, encouraging Loki to move.

His movements were gentle, fearing if he went any harder she may break. (Y/n) felt so full, relishing in the fact she has finally become one with who she loves.

“Loki.. harder please.” She whimpered as she gripped his dark hair, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Loki wordlessly complied, going harder even though it was nearly to tight to even move. His hips collided with her thighs brutally, definitely going to be leaving bruises in his wake.

The noises of moans, groans, skin slapping and how slick she was filled the room. Loki pulled her into a kiss, trying to keep the noise to a minimum.

“(Y/n).” He growled, clearly nearing his climax as his thrusts started to become erratic. His breath coming out as pants and the feeling of her clenching sent him over the edge with her name on his lips.

“Loki I’m not done yet.” (Y/n) whines as Loki stilled, his chest heaving as he lay on her.

Soon Loki pulled out and moved so he was facing her dripping pussy, deciding to push two fingers inside her. Without hesitation her started to eat her out, not caring that his cum is leaking from her.

“Oh yes! L-Loki! Ahh!” (Y/n) pushed his head further into herself, grinding her hips against his face to get her release.

“Cum pet.” Loki growled when he got the chance, ruthlessly pounding his fingers into her and sucking on her clit.

“Loki!” She squealed as she gushed over his face, legs shaking as Loki helped her ride out her high.

“There there love, now let me get you dressed then we can do whatever you’d like.” Loki’s voice was soft as he spoke, brushed any stray hairs from her face.

[magicforjournals]

The Green Dress (A Story About Loki)

Chapter 5 - Gravity

This is long overdue and I apologize! I hope you like it !! Taglist is still open :)

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Warning : Explicit (18+)

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You’re sitting on the couch, giggling, as you’re watching Loki fumble through your cabinets and drawers in the kitchen, looking for a bottle opener for the wine. He had insisted on ordering pizza for you, since the dinner you had prepared for the two of you was no longer edible, and you had agreed it was a great idea.

“Got it!” he says, waving the bottle opener proudly. A wave of desire washes over you again as you watch him walk over to you, his pants falling loosely on his hips, shirt unbuttoned, his perfect body just taunting you.

He plops down on the couch next to you, smiling tenderly, as you brush his hair out of his eyes, no longer combed back. You can’t help but smile, feeling complete with Loki by your side. The pure happiness you felt in his presence was so overwhelming to you, you’d never felt like this before. Without even knowing him that well, you feel like you belonged together, it was almost magnetic, two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together. And as much as you loved this pull between you, it scared you. Terrified you to your very core. And for so many reasons. Loki was… well Loki. He had, in the past, caused so much pain and destruction, to your world, even to you. Granted, you were one of the lucky ones that had not lost family members or friends in the attacks, but you had lost the first home you ever bought. Even though you were never overly materialistic, that loss still stung. But Natasha was right, everyone needed a chance at redemption, and you were not against it. On the contrary, you were a teacher, it was deeply ingrained in you to bring people to see the best in them, to work hard to become a better version of themselves. But, you didn’t want to become a lifeline for him. You didn’t want anyone to depend on you that way. It was different with your students, but Loki was a grown man. In fact, he was a god, from an entirely different world and, you, you were just a simple mortal. How could you make a relationship work? How could you ever measure up to his existence? You just had so many questions, so much was just standing in the balance, too many uncertainties.

“Are you ok?” Loki asks, gently stroking your face and bringing you back to reality.

“Yes,” you smile back at him, pressing your head softly against his touch.

“Would you like some wine?” He offers, handing you a glass.

“Thank you very much.”Nodding slowly.

“Anything for you.” He adds with a wink, making you blush.

“I realize there’s not much we know about each other,” you start, grabbing a slice of pizza, bringing your bare legs under you. After you had finally decided to get out of bed, solely because of your rumbling stomach, you had thrown on the same oversized t-shirt from before and slid on a pair of lace panties.

“Not much indeed, what would you like to know?” Loki answered, his gaze locked on your thick thighs he desperately wanted around his face again.

“I.. uhm… everything?” You chance.

He laughs, your heart swelling at the sound. “We’ll be here for days, my darling,” he replies, stroking your cheek once more, igniting another fire through your stomach.

“I want to get to know you,” you whisper.

Grabbing his own glass of wine, he snuggles in next to you, adjusting his position to face you and resting a gentle hand against your arm. “Well I was raised on Asgard, as you know.” He pauses, hesitates before continuing in a soft voice. “But I was born on Jotunheim, home of the Frost Giants.”

“Oh,” is all you can manage, shocked by the revelation. You had heard of the Frost Giants from Thor’s stories, but you never knew that Loki was one of them. If Thor had ever mentioned it, it certainly wasn’t when you were around. “What happened to your biological parents?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

“I know nothing of my birth mother, but my father is Laufey, King of the Frost Giants.” That made sense now that you thought about his last name; Laufeyson. The connection had never occurred to you before. Loki takes a deep breath, “Odin found me when he came to Jotunheim, waging war against the Frost Giants. I had been abandoned in a temple by Laufey, he had deemed me too small and weak to be a Frost Giant and had left me there to die. Odin brought me home and Frigga, my mother, raised me as her own, making sure my Frost Giant appearance remained hidden to others. She did it to ensure my safety. I was a child, and I didn’t understand why she would keep me away from a lot of people, or made sure I didn’t get in trouble, but also treated Thor differently. It was all to keep me safe... I miss her.” He whispers. You knew about the horrible fate Frigga had succumbed to. It had taken quite the toll on Thor, and you couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been for Loki to lose his mother. He looks up at you, his beautiful green eyes filled with tears, pain and grief apparent in them. As a single tear falls down his cheek, you realize that this seemingly confident, strong man standing in front of you is still profoundly grieving the only being he truly loved and who truly loved him.

Putting your glass down, you reach over to grab his and set it on the coffee table. Slowly, you climb into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep embrace. His strong arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you even tighter to his chest, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he sighs softly, whispering a low “thank you” against your skin. Pulling away, Loki cradles your face and gazes into your eyes before kissing you ever so softly. You whimper quietly in his mouth, drawing him closer and tightening your thighs around him. The kiss turns into one steamy and full of passion, every kiss he gives you surpasses the previous ones in intensity. It sends shivers down your spine as he runs his hands up your back and into your hair. You could stay here and kiss him forever. With a sigh, he pulls back gently, a quiet protest escaping your lips as he chuckles at your reaction. Blushing violently, you hide your face in his neck, muttering a sad “sorry”, which only makes him giggle harder.

“It’s okay darling, don’t apologize,” Loki whispers in your hair. “I just have to restrain myself, I could spend hours just tasting you.”

The sound of his deep voice as he whispers those words so close to your ear transforms you into a puddle in his lap and you hope he won’t be saying things like that again, or you’ll soak his pants.

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” He asks, running his hand up and down your spine. “All I know is that you’re a teacher and you are friends with the Avengers. I want to know more about you.” He adds, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you turn your head up to meet his eyes.

“My life is pretty boring,” you chuckle. “Is there anything you want to know?”

Loki smiles at you and cradles your face. “I want to know everything.” You laugh before he adds, “why don’t we just start with your favorite food?”

“Uhmmm tough one…” you answer. “I really love sushi, it became my favorite when I moved to the city. But, my mother’s lasagna will probably always be my favorite.”

“You’ll have to make it for me then!” He says, all smiles.

“I would mess it up ! No, no way!”

“Well then, we’ll have to practice to make the perfect lasagna won’t we?” He says, playing with your hair. There’s that we again, you think.

“It’ll take years.” You chance, waiting to see what his answer will be.

“That’s okay.”

“What’s your favorite food?” You ask. “Is it some dish from Asgard?”

“No actually. It might shock you, but I love human food a lot more than Asgardian food.”

“There’s no way Loki!” You laugh. “How can our food be better than Asgardian food?”

“I don’t know,” he replies softly. “It just is. I absolutely love your food! And I do have a preference for pizza, if you couldn’t tell.” He adds, pointing to the box on the coffee table.

Laughter fills the room as you both sit up to grab a slice of pizza. You eat in silence for a little while, just basking in each other’s presence. Once you finish your slices, you lean back down against his chest, cuddling up in his lap.

“Can I ask you another question?” Loki whispers in your ear.

“Mmmhmm,” you nod softly.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 26,” you answer simply, shrugging your shoulders. “How old are you? I mean, do gods even age?”

“Yes”, Loki chuckles. “I do age, just extremely slower than humans... “ Pause. Hesitation? “I was born in 965 A.D.”

“WHAT?!” You shoot up in his lap as if someone had shocked you. “You were born in 965 A.D.?! But that would make you…” Your nose scrunches up as you’re trying to figure out how old Loki really was.

“1054 is the number you’re looking for,” he answers you. 1054 years old… that is… too many lifetimes.

“How… How does that translate in human years?” You whisper, still profoundly confused.

Loki sets you down gently on the couch next to him, and covers you up in the blanket you had discarded while climbing into his lap. “Well, it’s hard to really know how old I am in human years. Asgardians live for approximately 5000 years.” An audible wheeze escapes your lips as you take that in. Loki would outlive you. He would also forget you. “However,” he adds, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m not Asgardians, and I’m unsure on how fast the Frost Giants age. If I were to take a guess, based on my knowledge and research about my origins, I would say that I should be around 28 years old. But it’s really hard to tell, after all I’m younger than Thor by almost 500 years, and he would only be 25 years old.” You shake your head, trying to make sense of all the information that was just thrown at you. Thor was older, but acted - and was - only 25. Did that mean that technically, Loki was even more immature than his brother sometimes? He said he should be around 28, but was he really? Age was never really a big concern of yours. Obviously too young or too old wasn’t ok, but Loki was ancient.

“Does my age bother you?” Loki asks, and his worried tone snaps you back to reality.

“Oh!” you gasp yet again. “No… Not really. At least I don’t think so.” You answer honestly. “I thought you were older, but 1054 just took me by surprise... God, you’re really old Loki!” You say, laughing loudly.

“Yeah I know, my back’s been killing me lately too!” Loki says, following you in your laughter.

You keep laughing as you rest your head on his shoulder. What were you expecting? That he was the same age as you while he comes from a different planet and is a literal deity?

“If there is anything that bothers you about my origins, you would tell me, right darling?” Loki asks after your laughing spurt.

“Yes, of course.” You reply. There was so much you wanted to ask him about where he thought this - you two - was going, how he felt about you, but it was too early for that. You’d only kissed him a handful of times and had slept with him on an impulse. Not that you regretted it, no, never, but it was too early to think of you two as anything else than what you were in the present moment.

You shuffle around on the couch as Loki bends over to grab a slice of pizza and your wine glass, which he hands you. “Could I ask you a couple more questions about your life?” He asks politely.

You giggle as you nod your head.

“Tell me about your family,” he says.

You cuddle up next to him as you tell him about your younger sister and brother, how your parents are still as much in love as the day they met, how your entire family; aunts, uncles and grandparents, are all tightly knit. You tell him how your family is one of the most important parts of your life, how they have always supported you in any decisions you made. You start giggling as you tell him that your parents had even supported your decision of nursing a baby bird, that had fallen out of its nest, back to health when you were about 9 years old. Your mother had no idea how to properly feed a bird that young, or even what to feed it, but it didn’t stop her from doing research and helping you get that little baby back to its parents.

“You are so loving and compassionate,” Loki says, in a soft voice while staring at you with loving eyes. “I’m certain that you are an amazing teacher.”

“I truly hope so. I only want what’s best for my students.”

“I am positive that you are the best teacher out there. I’m curious, what made you decide to become a teacher?” He asks.

“I-I’m not sure... “ you answer. “I always knew that I wanted to help people. I could have become a nurse or a firefighter… but for some reason, teaching was always my calling. I used to help my siblings and the kids in the neighbourhood with their homework every week when I was younger. I guess I just always thought of myself as a teacher.” You add, shrugging.

Loki puts a gentle hand on your cheek, turning your face towards his and giving the softest and most passionate kiss yet. “You are truly amazing,” he whispers against your lips. A goofy smile spreads across your face as he praises you.

“What about you, always wanted to be a trickster,” you ask, winking at him.

“Oh, you think you’re funny! I should change you into a frog.”

“Oh my God no, please have mercy Loki, please!” You plead, moving away from him as quickly as you can.

“Too late!” He grabs you by the ankles and pulls you back towards him, trapping you in his arms. “Now you’re my prisoner, however, maybe I should keep you like this, I like you better as a human.” “What a compliment, O mighty Loki.” You tease him.

He starts laughing, as he pulls you in closer.

“You know, in the past, I would’ve given anything to hear people call me that... Not anymore.” He says, stroking your cheek. “You know... I regret my actions. I’ve come to the realization, in the last couple of years, that power was my way to feel retaliate. I thought that if I had power, I could be important, people would notice me like they noticed my brother. I was really angry with everyone, with the world, for what had happened to me as a child. I didn’t realize that my mother had tried to protect me, a baby that was brought to her quite unexpectedly. I was angry with Odin for treating me differently. I was angry with Laufey for abandoning me. I was angry with Thor for always seeming so perfect…” Loki pauses, taking a deep breath. “It wasn’t until after my mother’s death and I took my father’s throne,” he offers you a crooked, apologetic smile, “that I truly realized that power wasn’t what I thought it was, it wasn’t happiness. I had lost my mother, and I could never tell her how truly grateful I was that she had taken me in, loved me and raised me as her own. I have made my peace with my father and my brother, and I have been working relentlessly to make up for my past actions… But I know that trust, once broken, isn’t easily fixed.”

“You know,” you say, taking his face between your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. “Everyone is deserving of a second chance.”

“But what happens if they mess up their second chance?” He whispers between your hands.

“Third time’s a charm,” you shrug. “I used to be angry at you Loki... for attacking the city, destroying homes… my home. B-”

“I destroyed your home?!” he interrupts you, sitting up quickly, pushing you to the edge of his lap. “How.. When.. I-I’m so sorry.” He adds, tears slowly filling up his eyes.

“It’s ok. I mean, I’m over it now… I think at the time it was harder because it was the first home I had ever purchased. But I had just moved in, barely any of my things were there. So I didn’t lose everything.” Loki looks at you in horror, you can see the pain in his eyes as you tell him how his attacks on the city affected you.

“I should leave,” he says, trying to lift you off of him, as you repeat over and over again that it’s ok. “You should not be here with me, I’ve hurt you. You should be angry with me. Why are you not angry with me?!”

“Loki,” you say, your tone firm, grabbing his face between your hands again. “It’s in the past. The house, it was just wood, something that can be rebuilt. I’m ok, my belongings are ok, I didn’t lose anything that was extremely important to me. A house is just a house.”

“No, it was your home.” He whispers, avoiding your eyes.

“You’re wrong,” you tell him softly, his eyes darting back up to meet yours. “My home is wherever and with whoever I choose it to be.”

“I’m sorry,” Loki says quickly before bringing your face to his and kissing you passionately. He keeps kissing you with more and more passion, whispering soft “sorrys” as his hands make his way up to your hair, fingers getting lost.

You moan softly as you bring yourself closer to him, slowly grinding your hips along his lap. He wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you in tight, deepening your kiss. You can feel him getting harder under you, pushing gently against you and making you so wet. In one quick movement, you’re on your back on the couch, Loki towering above you.

“I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve caused you,” he says softly. “I know I can’t make it up to you, but I need you to know that I will try. I will beg for your forgiveness if that’s what it takes. You are important to me. I don’t know why, but I can’t stay away from you, I can’t stop thinking about you. I need to be close to you.” He adds before kissing you again, almost desperately this time, making you moan. You want him, you want all of him. You were mad, you were upset, but what’s past is past. And Loki seems genuinely sorry about his past, and you believe in second, even third chances. And right now, you just want his lips, his hands on you.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you, pulling him closer, needing his body against yours. Loki moves his lips to your neck, sliding his hands down the length of your body, grabbing your thigh tightly, a moan escaping your lips. You grind your hips up to meet him, rubbing against his erection. You want him inside of you, you want to feel him pulsing and throbbing as he makes love to you. Slowly, his hand that was groping your thigh moves to the inside of it, making its way to your panties. You feel him run a painfully slow finger along the lace of it, right over your needy clit and you gasp, begging him to just touch you. Pushing the fabric to the side, Loki starts drawing little circles around your clit as you pump your hips up, trying to get the friction you desperately need. He chuckles as he starts rubbing faster, and then he slides a long finger inside of your soaking folds, replacing his finger on your clit with his thumb. Catching your lips again, trapping your moans in your throat, he starts pumping his finger, getting faster and faster before he adds a second finger, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck Loki, I’m gonna cum,” you moan out.

“Cum for me darling, cum around my fingers.” He groans at you.

His words alone push you over the edge and you whimper loudly as you cum all over his fingers, walls clenching down around him, your body shaking from your orgasm.

“Such a good girl,” Loki says, bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting you.

With shaky legs, you stand up, stripping out of your shirt and soaked underwear. He looks at you with hungry eyes, devouring every inch of your body. He watches you as you kneel down between his legs, undoing his pants and sliding them off. His dick is bulging under his boxers and your mouth waters at the sight of it. Slowly, you reach for it, rubbing your hand along the length of it, Loki’s moan escaping his lips. He lifts his butt up for you to slide off his boxers, releasing his throbbing cock. Grabbing it in your hand, you stroke him slowly, licking the tiny bead of precum pearling at the tip, before licking the length of him, making him groan under your touch. Standing up, you straddle him on the couch, lining him up with your soaking cunt. Gripping your hips, Loki gently pulls you down on him, his thick cock filling you beautifully. You stay there for a second, savoring the feeling of each other, before you start to ride him slowly. Leaning his head back on the back of the couch, he moans as he grips your hips tighter, letting you ride him at your own pace. Leaning down to kiss his neck, you grind your hips on him, making him growl under you. You begin to ride him faster, harder, bouncing on his lap as his dick hits that spot inside of you that you didn’t know existed until tonight and you feel yourself getting closer as you ride him.

“F-Fuck, you’re so big Loki.” You moan, grinding your hips, looking for some kind of friction on your clit to get you off.

“Don’t talk like that, I- I won’t last.” He replies, his hand dipping in between the two of you, thumb starting to rub tight circles around your clit as if he understood your grinding.

“Oh fuck Loki!” You scream as his digit meets your tiny ball of nerves.

“I-I’m so close, don’t stop.”

Gripping your hips tighter with one hand and rubbing faster with the other, Loki brings you to your fourth orgasm of the night. You let out a choked out scream as you cum all over his dick, walls again clamping around him, and milking him as he cums with you. Slowly, you ride out your orgasms, holding each other close. Loki cups your face as your body starts shaking, and kisses you gently.

“You are amazing,” he whispers against your lips.

“I could say the same about you,” you whisper back. “However, I now need a shower.” You add giggling.

“I will take my leave then, give you some privacy.”

You flutter around him before any words leave your lips and he smiles at you, feeling you clench. “I don’t want you to leave.” You say.

“Alright darling, I won’t leave until you ask me to.” He answers, stroking your cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Getting off of him and walking to your bathroom, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. Loki follows close behind and wraps his bare arms around your waist as you turn the shower on. Showering together, you keep teasing one another, lathering soap up excruciatingly slow, lingering touches, soft kisses. There’s a moment where he freaks out, turning almost hysteric, as he rubs soap between your legs, realizing that he came inside of you twice tonight. With a laugh, you reassure him that you’re on birth control and there’s very little possibility you’ll get pregnant. He let out the biggest sigh ever, telling you he should’ve been more careful regardless because he didn’t want to upset your life.

When you step out of the shower, you notice the clock for the first time that night and gasp at how late it is. Following your gaze, Loki apologizes for taking up so much of your time.

“Don’t you dare apologize, tonight was amazing.” You say, getting up on the tip of your toes to kiss him.

Wrapping his arms around you again, Loki kisses you back before whispering how the thought of leaving you tonight pains him.

“Stay,” you whisper back.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes.”

As you lay in your bed, Loki’s arms wrapped around you, you can’t help but feel at peace. You’ve never felt this happy before, never felt like you truly belonged somewhere. But in Loki’s arms, you feel complete and slowly, you drift off to sleep.

———

The sun coming through your window and warming up your face is what wakes you up the following morning. Loki’s arms are still around you and you can’t help but stare at his angelic face. His black hair all in disarray from sleeping with wet hair, his face relaxed with sleep, you could look at him forever. Glancing over his shoulder, you see that your alarm clock is showing 7:45am. You overslept! Classes start in an hour, and you need to be at school before 8:30.

“Loki,” you say, gently shaking him awake. “Loki, we need to get up. We overslept, I’m gonna be late for work.”

“Mmmm…?” He groans at first. “Oh! I’m so sorry!”

“Stop apologizing,” you laugh. “Just get your butt out of my bed.”

“Yes ma’am!” He says, shooting up and running to the living room to put his clothes on.

Rushing to your closet, you throw on your favorite dress with a pair of nylons and knee high boots before putting your hair in a bun and wiping the mascara from under your eyes. Thankfully, your makeup from the night prior wasn’t really smudged and was therefore acceptable for you to wear at work. Grabbing your glasses, you walk out to your living room to see Loki by the front door, with your bags in hand and a banana plucked from your kitchen counter along with your to-go coffee mug. You see the coffee machine is shutting off after use.

“Breakfast,” he says, waving the banana at you. “I’m driving you to school, so you can drink your coffee and eat.”

“Loki, you don’t have to.”

“I insist, you’re late because of me.” He argues. “Let’s go now!”

You giggle as you grab your coat and keys, locking your door and making your way to his car. The ride to school isn’t a long one and you chomp down your banana while he sings along to the music on the radio, making you smile.

As he pulls up in the parking lot, he tugs on your shirt, pulling you in for a soft kiss. Sighing against his lips, you wish you could stay with him all day. Loki gets out of the car and walks around to the passenger side to open your door.

Extending his hand to you, he helps you out of the car, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. “Can I see you again tonight?” He asks, flashing you that smile that makes your inside twist.

“Not tired of me yet?” You giggle in his arms. “I would love to see you again tonight, but it’s test day today, which means I’ll have about 60 copies to grade tonight. My coffee machine will be working all night.” You add.

“How about I come to cook you an amazing dinner, which I promise won’t burn this time,” he winks at you. “I just want to make sure you eat a proper meal. I’ll leave afterwards if you don’t want me to stay, I promise.” He proposes.

“Uhmmmm….” You reply. “That does sound tempting. Pick me up at 4 then?”

“It’s a date darling.” Loki says, leaning forward to kiss your lips softly.

He grabs your bags out of the back seat and kisses you once more before letting you go. As you walk away, you feel an emptiness settle in the pit of your stomach. You can’t help but turn around to see Loki standing, driver side door open, watching you walk away from him. The way he’s looking at you, adoration in his eyes, makes you want to run back to him. This feeling between you, this attraction, this need to be with the other, it’s as if gravity itself was pulling you towards each other. Unexplainably, you knew, at that moment, that he was your world now, and you were his.

@kingtwhiddleston

[mimisempai]

You are worth so much more than the sum of your mistakes

Summary:

Mobius shows Loki that he is much more than his failures.

Last fic before the episode 03. The next one after it. But don't worry, come what may, our boys will be happy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32121712

1802 words - Rating G

"Loki?" Mobius walked into his office where Loki was sitting flipping through files.

They were leaving in a few hours for Alabama in 2050.

"Yes?"

"Would you mind accompanying me to the projection room? I want to show you something."

Loki stood up and nodded.

"Let's go."

They entered the room where Loki had been viewing parts of his past and future life when he arrived at the TVA

Everything that made him a villain.

He stopped when he saw the projector on the table in the middle of the room.

"If this is to make me cruelly realize who I am, so I can keep me on a short leash before the mission, it's not worth it."

Loki turned around ready to leave the room.

"Loki, no!"

Mobius held him back by the sleeve, Loki struggled blinded by the feeling of disappointment that washed over him.

Mobius wrapped his arms around him from behind and said in his ear;

"Loki, I promise you that it is not about that. This time it's my turn to ask you to please trust me."

Loki stopped struggling and let Mobius pull him into the room and he made him sit in front of the screen.

Mobius stood behind him with his hands on his shoulders and gently asked Loki, "Do you remember what you said you were, in this very room last time?"

Loki bowed his head and whispered, "A villain."

Mobius continued, "And do you remember what I replied?"

"That this was not how you saw it."

Mobius pressed his shoulders and answered, "That's right. And I want to show you why I said that. I'm going to show you two excerpts from your past life and one from your future life.Is it okay to watch them?"

Loki just nodded.

Mobius pressed the power button and resumed his place behind Loki with his hands on his shoulders.

"I can stop anytime you want, you just have to say so."

Loki nodded again.

He saw himself and his brother in their ceremonial clothes just before Thor's enthronement.

Thor was taking his helmet presented to him by a servant.

Loki looked at him and said with a half smile, "Oh... nice feathers. "

Thor laughed wryly before replying, "You don't really want to start this again do you?

Loki protested, "I was sincere. "

"You are incapable of sincerity. "

"Am I?"

" Yes "

Loki looked at his brother with affection and replied very seriously, "I've looked forward to this day as long as you have, my brother, my friend. Sometimes I'm envious, but never doubt that I love you. "

Thor put his hand on his shoulder and said softly, "Thank you."

Loki could hardly swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

They may have clashed often, they may have been on bad terms when Loki ran away, but Thor was the person he missed the most since he was here.

Mobius paused and stood in front of him, kneeling down to be at his level.

He simply placed his hand on Loki's arm and asked, "Do you think someone who shows such brotherly love is a villain?"

Then he stood up, not waiting for an answer and pressed play again.

The scene was happening in Odin's room.

Odin was staring thoughtfully out the window and then turned away. Frigga sat in a vanity and tried different earrings before the mirror.

Odin asked her, "Do you think he's ready?"

"He thinks he is. He has his father's confidence." answered Frigga gently.

Odin retorted,"He'll need his father's wisdom."

Friga laughed and answered impertinently, "And his humility?"

Then Frigga added, "Thor won't be alone. Loki will be at his side to give him counsel. Have faith in your sons."

Loki could not remember ever having witnessed such a scene between his mother and father. He had never imagined his parents discussing Thor and him in this way, it was strange in a way. He had felt like he was witnessing a private scene. But to hear his mother talk about him in this way was beyond comprehension.

Mobius simply said to him before the footage continued, "Do you think a villain would inspire such faith in him from his mother, who is not even of his blood, do you think a mother would put her trust in one brother to support the other if deep down she thought he was a villain?"

The question hung in the air as the video resumed.

When Loki saw the scene beginning to unfold before his eyes, he protested and wanted to stand up, "Mobius, I've seen it before, I know this is the scene where I die!"

Mobius put his hands on Loki's shoulders again and said, "Look at it again this time, please. I really think you need to see it to the end."

Loki was talking to Thanos, "If I might, interject… If you’re going to Earth, you might want a guide. I do have a bit of experience in that arena."

Thanos glared at him and replied "If you consider failure experience…"

Loki, losing none of his cockiness, answered, "I consider experience, experience. Almighty Thanos. I, Loki, Prince of Asgard… Odinson… The rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, do hereby pledge to you, my undying fidelity."

Thor squinted and noticed a dagger in Loki’s hand. Loki attempted to stab Thanos, but failed.

“Undying. You should choose your words more carefully."

Thanos tightened his hold around Loki’s neck.

Loki made eye contact with Thor before Thanos increased his force on his neck.

He struggled to articulate, "You… will never be… a god."

Thanos snapped Loki’s neck, killing him then added, "No resurrection this time." before disappearing.

Loki closed his eyes, unable to stop a tear from rolling down his cheek.

Mobius leaned over and said softly in his ear, "Loki, watch, I know it's hard, but please watch."

Thor was crying, "No… Loki…"

He was then released from his binds and crawled over to Loki’s body. He laid his head down on Loki’s chest, shedding tears.

Mobius knelt before Loki and took his hands, "Loki, after this, after many twists and turns, Thanos has lost and you played a part in his loss. Your death played a part. But more than that, after all you've been through, all the times you've faced each other, do you think Thor would have cried for you like that, if you were a villain? Loki, you are worth so much more than you think you are destined to be."

Mobius wiped away Loki's tear stain with his thumb and let his hand linger on the god's cheek.

Loki asked him in a slightly hoarse voice, "But why show me this, why would you want to convince me of the opposite of what you wanted me to recognize first."

"Oh no Loki, I never wanted you to think you were a villain, I wanted you to see that you were not the one you insist on parading to the world."

Loki protested, "But you told me I was born to cause pain and suffering and death. That's how it is, that's how it was, that's how it will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves. "

"Yes, I told you that not because I think that's what you are, I was just showing you that that's what you were limiting yourself to because you yourself think you're only capable of that. Because you want to rule so badly, that you don't see that you are made for bigger things. You asked me to trust you yesterday. I did because Loki I have faith in you and since you've been here you keep proving it. In your own way. Because you are undoubtedly the god of mischief. Unique. Not. A. Villain."

Mobius took his chin and placed a kiss on his forehead before standing up.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit, let you take some time to think about this, I'll come get you before the mission briefing." he headed for the door.

"Mobius?"

"Yes." Mobius came back to him as Loki stood up.

"I don't know why, but I really, really want to believe you."

Seeing a man as powerful as Loki, showing so much fragility and hope at the same time, Mobius thought he had never found him as magnificent as he was at that moment. He felt blessed that Loki had exposed such vulnerability to him.

"It's not an easy road, Loki, but it's worth it.It's not easy being a man, but that's why it's so wonderful when you manage to overcome the obstacles. Don't forget that you are not or no longer alone, I will be there every step of the way.  You just have to find the right direction."

Loki nodded and chuckled, "I don't know what deities decided to put you on my path, but I'm glad that it’s you."

He felt blessed that Loki would show such vulnerability.

"It's not an easy road, Loki, but it's worth it.It's not easy being a man, but that's why it's so wonderful when you manage to overcome the obstacles. Don't forget that you are not or no longer alone, I will be there every step of the way.  You just have to find the right direction."

Loki nodded and chuckled, "I don't know what deities decided to put you on my path, but I'm glad that it's you."

For once since the beginning of their strange relationship, Loki took the initiative and kissed Mobius lightly before stepping back."Go, I'll stay here for a while, a god of mischief can't show up with swollen and red eyes, there are limits to the lack of decorum."  He finished by winking at him.

Mobius chuckled before leaving.

Once the door closed, he whispered, "Me too Loki, I'm glad fate connected us."

____

"Loki! Wait!"

Loki was standing in front of the portal through which the woman had just disappeared and deep down he knew he was going to have to follow her.

Not because of all the bullshit he had spouted at her just before.

Not because of his personal interests, well not only because of his personal interests. He was Loki after all.

But because of the man who was running towards him shouting.

Mobius.

Because Mobius had seen in him more than a glorious purpose.

Because even if it was for his personal interests, Mobius had needed him.

Because Mobius had made him see that he could be a better version of himself.

Because Loki was starting to believe it.

So as he turned to Mobius who was running towards him he put everything he could into his eyes.

Believe in me!

Then, reluctantly, he turned away and went through the portal.

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The whole serie here : The story of Loki and Mobius