#loki has been the one pestering me to do a spell but part of what i planned to use was a coin i dedicated to hermes

[buildingunderstanding]

The other night I went to throw some chili flake into my soup for dinner and despite double checking, I managed to open the wrong side and dump a ton more in than I meant. This was almost immediately after I had invited Loki to share the soup with me, so I felt fairly justified in blaming him, but also this past week I've had close to eight hours of overtime and picked up an extra shift for tomorrow, all if which happened after I had set aside some supplies with the intent to try my hand at a money bowl on his alter space and I really feel like this is a good snapshot of what it's like to have Loki in your space.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Right Hand Woman | Part Two

Summary; your father is dead, just as you and Loki had planned. All that stands in the way of your reign over both the Cold Shores and Asgard, is your partner’s one eyed adopted parent.

Warnings; mentions of death, deception, brief smut (oral sex, fem receiving), attempts of murder

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Frigga frowned, suspecting something the moment that she caught Loki sneaking into her and Odin’s chambers. It was not wise to trust the boy so easily, whilst she felt tremendous love towards her found son, he was the god of mischief.

And so she watched him from the corner, cloaked by her own witted spell, and studied how he rummaged through the room. “Damn you father!” He whisper shouted to himself, and that was whence his witch of a mother made her presence known.

A soft yet malleable frown cast over Loki’s sly features, as he gulped inherently. “What is it that burdens you my boy?” If only she knew the full extension of the answer to that, but he would not curse her with the details.

“Odin.” That was how he labelled him as; the king. Not his father. “The man that you are wedded to has hidden the book of counsel once again from me. If I wish to be a husband, then I must read and study its contents, for it is not everyday that anyone from the nine realms marries a god.”

With relief indulging her airway, Frigga sighed. At least he was searching for something worthwhile, rather than an item or clue that could get him in attentive trouble.

“Loki.” His name surpassed the barrier of her bewitched lips, earning her child’s attention. “I shall find it for you, but be aware that there is no rush to become one with y/n so soon. It is certain that she is still experiencing the shock and mourning of her father.”

An inclination to smirk at the mention of the dead man arose in Loki’s chest, however he kept his face mute of amusement, and instead, looked up at his favourite parent. She knew, as he noticed his inclination to spill all, that he was holding a secret close to his chest. But he had never been one to be entirely truthful, and so instead of berating him about it, she left him alone.

“I suppose.” He didn’t. It was a white lie in his eyes, but a vast one in the eyes of his family, with the sorrow pent up in y/n. She was far from sad, rather, he was the only one that could see how truly joyous she was concerning the fall of her father.

The small spilt tears were a lie, all to deceive the Odinson tree. Thor was certainly the most gullible of all when witnessing it, he would order the guards to abandon their duties to go and fetch her something to dry her eyes on, and if they were not fast enough, he would do the job himself.

It was truly a sight to behold though as Odin would nurture her with caring phrases, and lay a comforting hand upon her slunk shoulder, praising her for having some sense.

Loki’s family knew that it had been difficult, protecting herself whilst in the meanwhile wearing her father’s blood upon her hands. It showed her loyalty to the youngest of Odin’s sons, and that was what they wanted in a dame.

“That poor girl.” Frigga reminisced all that she had heard regarding the death of the opposing king, that had once been an ally. “Killing her own father, it must have come with some difficulty.”

The man was assured that there had been none, y/n had wanted to do such amends in a great long time. However, she had to wait for the perfect moment, so that Odin could be blessed of the sight of her above her father’s carcass.

“Perhaps, but it has shown me how perfect she is for marriage material. We aren’t even combined into one yet, and she has already proven her loyalty, presenting that she has the same image for Asgard and the Cold Shores in her peripheral.”

His mother, whom was married into the line of the throne, sighed. She felt great pity for y/n, for she felt torn; but ultimately, chose herself over her father’s selfish wishes. And through his actions, y/f/n had broken the contract and his own blessing of allowing Loki to take her hand.

The same image. If there was one thing that Frigga had nervous thoughts about, it was Loki, and his problematic situation in wanting the throne. But to the dismay of the trickster god, it was promised to his brother Thor; the real heir of Odinson royalty. And though Frigga adored Loki as though he were her own son, because essentially he was, her trust in him regarding his hunger to rule Asgard was thin, like a silver platter.

Y/n sat, pondering her decisions. She liked Odin, despite him being like all kings, even if he had turned over a new leaf in the latest centuries. He had adorned the rivers of Valhalla with bloodshed, passing through the nine realms with his weapon unsheathed, pooling blood so that in return he could take the gold that the men and women harboured so slyly.

Her father had done the same thing, but he had been much more humble regarding his lifestyle. A grand and glorious display of buildings had not been considered necessary in y/f/n’s rich eyes. Instead, he opted to remain vigilant, living in hoisted tents, so that he had the freedom to move him and his people about as he pleased.

But he had wanted to depart from his only child, in order to gain another ally, but in doing so, he had lost that trust with Asgard. And now she was the heir of his ruins, but she had left with the man that had reckoned pain upon his people for his treachery.

The only thing that was left in their plan, was to kill Odin. It was rather simple thinking of it, however proceeding to do so would be a far different story. And first, so that their power was in conjunction, her and Loki needed to marry. She found no problem in doing so, especially since it was one of her greatest desires to do so already.

She was laid beneath the sheets of the guest room that was supplied to her, adorned in nothing but her underwear. One feature of her icy homelands that she was used to was the cold. Here, it felt so warm, she felt enclosed by the heat; trapped even.

As a child, she often wore a red nose, hardly feeling the end of it, as snow would balance upon it, and fall around every inch outside of her tent. But in Asgard, a place that she had visited many a time, she was sweltering. A part of her feared that it was a flaw granted by karma, for killing her father.

There was some truth to her lies; he had wanted her to wed another that was not Loki, but she didn’t tell him of whom, knowing that he would grown furious and insecure, and surely take everything that he was feeling out on her competing suitor.

However, she had deceived his father as well, made Odin believe that he was trying to pass y/n onto another kingdom. Instead, y/f/n had been talking of with his lower level colleagues, that he was considering Thor as a replacement for the sorcerer prince.

That was an idea that she was not fond of. Whilst she got along well enough with Thor, she loved Loki, it was simple as that. And she was against anyone, even if it be family, trying to rip apart the contract of her childhood dream; to wed the sneaky, yet charming prince.

Y/n was ripped from her thoughts as knuckles rapped on the display of double doors, that lead into the room that she was currently occupying. “You may enter.” She informed whomever was wishing to see her on the other side, the door groaning open as a sleek and fetching man entered.

Loki made sure to close the barricade behind him, walking closer to his future wife with purpose in each step that he instructed. “Beloved y/n...”

“Did you find it?” She asked, referring to the last piece to fill in their mystical puzzle. Her brow quirked, watching as her to be husband exasperatedly sighed, combing a talented hand through his long black locks.

“No, but my mother has taken upon herself to aid us in doing so.” His green and keen eyes looked down upon her, gently hoisting her to be on her feet by a carefully tugging on her arm.

“This needs to be sped up my love, otherwise they will catch onto our intentions before we can complete them.” Y/n tried to pace, however, Loki kept a grip on her, refraining her from doing so. And so she was kept right before him, in a face to face manner, frozen like the ropes of water by her original home and his birth place.

“Relax for a moment, there needn’t be a rush.” Loki cooed at her, brushing through her hair with an underlying content. “To distract you, I am here, and I will do anything to remove your mind from all that troubles you.”

He lightly pushed down one of her shoulders, making her fall elegantly back on the bed, her bare breasts bouncing as she fell. Loki licked his lips at the sight, raking his cold fingertips up her thighs, parting them to his will. “Did you know that it was me that had intention to pester you at this time, or were you prepared to allow any nimble soldier see you so- so open for their unworthy pupils to devour?”

“I knew it was you Loki.” She rolled her y/e/c eyes, resting on her forearms on the fresh fabric, that rubs tenderly against her skin. “Otherwise, I’d have not answered, making them search the grounds for me until they persisted you with having an inability to find me.”

“Little minx.” Loki smirked, rubbing softly on the insides of your thighs. He crept closer, collapsing between y/n’s spread legs, rutting his covered cock over the promise that came with marriage. “I cannot wait for us to bind together in an established union, that will be recognised by all, and we will never be mistake for a pair of lovesick fools ever again.”

“And when we reign, all will know that we are not to be reckoned with.” Y/n reached up, guiding his hands lower. “But until then, I want you to ruin me, until I am screaming loud enough for all the habitants in nearby rooms to hear.” Her eyes were glazed, Loki licked his lips as he swept down, casting his mouth passionately upon hers.

His raven tendrils swayed around them like a curtain, enclosing their faces in an intimate proximity. Whilst his mouth explored her own, content sighs renegading from his lover’s busy mouth, his hands slipped down, finding penance at her waist.

They traced the outline of her underwear, teasingly moving underneath the sides, making y/n flutter with anticipation. Her cheeks grew warm as she looked down at her partner in treachery, letting out a startled gasp whence he ripped the seams, discarding of the useless material.

He ran his slippery, cursing lips up her leg, tracing them sensually around the budding lips of her pussy. Y/n nestled her head into the comfort below, watching with Loki with dazed eyes, that were heavily plagued by the dreariness of her lids.

“By the gods!” In an instant, he had suctioned his mouth around her entirety, suckling with his cat like pupils boring up at his lover in ecstasy. He always got what he wanted, and he would marry this princess, and then, their journey throughout royalty would continue.

The occasion had finally arrived. Odin stood at the centre of the platform, between the two lovers. With gratitude to his mother Frigga, Loki sent her a pleased nod, before once more tuning his attention back onto his lovely fiancé.

All of Asgard watched dearly from below, holding onto their kings every word as he spoke the age old coronation into a pairing’s vows. His speech was slow, and it made y/n slightly antsy.

She wanted to marry Loki, and despite going through the prior orchestration of doing so, she wanted nothing more than for the process to speed itself up. But she remained silent, and apparently patient to all that stared with fawning smiles.

It wasn’t everyday that the royals were wed, and the citizens of the plain were in for a treat. It was something that was viewed sparingly, for their children that would be procreated in the distant future would hear tales of such a collision of two people, not actually baring witness to the ongoing.

Odin cleared his ancient throat, folding the scroll back into its exterior, and declared the emission and final act. “Y/n, of the cold shores, do you take my son, Loki, to be your partner for as long as you live?”

“I do, King Odin.” Her childhood dreams were being brought to light, after all this time. They had waited a thousand years for this exact moment, and every second that she had thought and not acted on it had been essentially worth it.

Loki stood across from her, their hands intertwined in the space between their bodies. There was a glimmer sparkling in his devious eyes, and y/n gulped at the sight of it. As happy as she felt, there was a brewing in the pit of her stomach, for she knew the god far too well.

“Loki, of Asgard, do you take the woman before you, y/n, to be your wife for your eternity?” The green eyed prince smiled across at her, giving her shaking fingers a comforting squeeze.

“I do, father.”

“Then, you may kiss your partner to seal the vow.” Y/n had an exhausting smile pinching her cheeks, and as Loki swiftly removed his hands from her own, she moved closer.

But that look had returned, and before she could stop him, he had slipped a blade out from his sleeve, and directed its spear tip towards Odin. This was not the time or the place for the violence, but the deed was done; they were exposed.

[gdcee]

Road to Nowhere

Pairing: Loki/Sigyn - mild, might have to squint to see it.

Summary: Loki and Sigyn talk while she escorts him to Kid Loki's Kingdom.

Warnings: Panic attack.

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"You know I'm only going to keep pestering you until I have the answer."

"I wish you luck in your endeavour," Sigyn returned coolly, stepping lightly as she began to climb the massive pile of garbage blocking their path. "Nevertheless, my lips remain sealed."

Loki huffed, a slight quirk at the corner of his lips which was not quite a smirk. He set off after her, determined to be the first to the summit of Rubbish Peak.

He had to admit he was quite intrigued by that tantalising crumb of information this Sigyn (so very like and yet not quite like his own) had dangled before him. Of course he was curious about the identity of the lucky bastard who had won her fidelity.

All he had was a preferred pronoun. That at least eliminated half of his (admittedly rather short to begin with) list of possible lucky bastards.

After he had gone through the list (which did not take long because as stated earlier, it was really quite short), he started throwing out random names to see if any of them got a reaction.

No such luck.

His attempts to tease and fluster the information out of her had been just as ineffective.

Her reaction to his puppy dog eyes routine had been...perplexing. He'd gotten one soft, achingly tender smile before a heavy melancholy had descended upon her. Like the dark shadow of a mourning veil stealing the brightness from her eyes and the colour from her cheeks.

She had not reprimanded him, but he made a note not to pull that trick again anyway. Besides the practical reasons for keeping her goodwill (survival, information, mental stimulation), the simple fact was that she was Sigyn.

He didn't want to be the cause of her unhappiness. Not anymore.

Being a harmless annoyance and pest was still perfectly acceptable though.

He stood atop the great mound of refuse, his hands and face smeared with oil and other liquids of questionable origin, grinning triumphantly down at Sigyn. He vanished the grime he'd accumulated before gallantly holding out his hand to her.

Sigyn huffed a soft little laugh, the barest hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. Without any hesitation, she reached out and allowed him to pull her up.

Loki glanced down to where they had started and noted that it was a long drop. Not nearly enough to kill an Asgardian or a Frost Giant, but enough to hurt.

Trust.

It made him feel as giddy as the first time he'd tasted the enchanted, heady liquid gold that was the mead brewed from honey harvested from the hives of the talking bees that resided near Iðunn's famous apple orchards.

"Ahem."

Loki realised with no small degree of embarrassment that he was still holding Sigyn's hand. He hurriedly worked a spell to remove the dirt under her fingernails and let go. Then to cover up his embarrassment, he resumed pestering.

"I don't understand why the identity of your beau necessitates such secrecy," he sighed with the lightest touch of a pleading whine, "Do you think I would object to your taste? He can't possibly be worse than Theoric."

"I think my life choices are none of your business."

"Exactly! You should forget about my opinion. Shout his name to the world and damn the naysayers and killjoys."

"I would but sadly, Alioth has a sense of hearing."

With that, she picked up a flat sheet of metal lying loose and proceeded to slide down Rubbish Peak on the improvised board. Despite being only at most a quarter Ljósálfar on her mother's side, she moved with their characteristic effortless grace.

Loki peered down, did a couple of quick mental calculations and snapped his fingers. He disappeared from the summit with a flare of green light and reappeared at the bottom no more than a second later in similar fashion.

"Good to see your teleport still works," Sigyn tossed her wind-mussed hair out of her face, "Why didn't you use it earlier to get to the top?"

"Too much debris and no decent eyeline. I didn't want to risk getting stuck under a foot of garbage." He frowned, pondering. "Still works?"

"Not a reference to you personally," she moved forward without looking behind to see if he followed, "Just something I noticed about some of the other Lokis around here."

"Power loss? Nothing to do with you and that coven of other Sigyns whose domain I and the other Lokis are forbidden from entering, I presume?"

"No, I've seen it even in Lokis on their first trepass - if something is limiting their power it's not us. In any case, we would never do anything to permanently disable a Loki's magic. There's just some things you don't do to a fellow mage, you know?"

"You just rough them up a little and kick them off the property?"

"More or less. Except for the kid and alligator."

"Do I want to know how one instance of me ended up as a semi-aquatic Midgardian reptile?"

"You can ask him yourself when we get to the Kid's Kingdom," she paused for a moment, as if she'd just remembered something, "Or maybe not, I think only the old man you knows how to talk to him."

Loki blinked.

"There's an old me?" He asked, disbelieving, "As in a wizened, wrinkled, looks like your grandmother me?"

"Eh, not quite as old as Grandma Hretha. Maybe about 4,000? 5,000?" She shrugged, "Either way, your vanity may rest easy; you look perfectly fine as an old man."

"Thank you for that milquetoast endorsement of my future self's good looks," Loki said dryly, "I was more perturbed about...something else."

Curiouser and curiouser.

How had the aged variant escaped their destined end? How had he managed to grow old before the TVA arrived to arrest him for cheating his final death?

He thought about the tape featuring all the TVA approved highlights of his life.

He thought about that other Loki, the Loki who had played out the role assigned to him and how very young (the same face as his own) and terrified (the same fear as his own) he had looked with the Mad Titan's monstrous hand around his throat.

Loki swallowed thickly and pulled at the collar of his TVA issued office shirt which suddenly seemed far too tight. The tie impeded his work and as he struggled to loosen it he could feel his terror rising up to choke him.

there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he cannot find you

inevitable

you think you know pain?

Inevitable

HE WILL MAKE YOU LONG FOR SOMETHING AS SWEET AS PAIN

He felt his legs buckle and his knees hit the ground as if it were happening to someone else.

"Loki!" Sigyn's voice was close but he heard it as if a great distance separated them, "Loki, breathe."

"What do you think I'm doing?" He wheezed.

"I am going to remove the tie and unfasten your collar," Sigyn continued as if she had not even noticed his rudeness, "I will need to touch you to do this. Alright?"

Needing help for such a pitifully simple task was galling. But he didn't want Sigyn to leave him. Loki managed a shaky nod. He let her ease his trembling, sweaty hands from his shirt collar. With quick, brisk movements she pulled the tie loose and tossed it somewhere to join the rest of the garbage.

"Follow my breathing now." Her voice was clearer to him now, more present. She was kneeling next to him, so close and warm and oh, her hair did still smell like apple blossoms. He watched the regular rise and fall of her chest and tried to match it. "That's it. Very good. Nice and slow."

Her fingers were at his throat for a mercifully short time. Just long enough to pop the top button loose and push the starched fabric away from his neck.

"Stay with me. You're doing very well. Breathe with me. In. And out. In. And out."

Without really thinking he grabbed her hand and pressed her palm against the centre of his chest. Perhaps he was possessed by some irrational notion that the pressure against his breastbone could keep his thundering heart from beating right out of his chest.

She didn't try to pull away. Her hand was warm, even through the shirt fabric. She moved a little, and one of her dainty fingers slipped into the open gap of his unbuttoned collar and brushed against the dip between his clavicles. His breath caught in his throat for a moment before Sigyn's gentle prompting had him matching her rhythm once more.

"Feel better?" She asked after what seemed an eternity.

"Yes," he breathed, "Yes, much." His chest still felt a little tight but the worst of that dreadful episode was over.

"Good." She lifted her hand from his chest and patted his shoulder firmly - a gesture that he had seen Týr bestow upon struggling Einherjar recruits after they'd passed the final leg of their training. "You did very well."

He didn't feel like he'd done anything worth praising. He'd collapsed like a pack of cards. This wasn't the first time he'd experienced terror but every time before now he had been able to push past it - stamp it down through sheer force of will and that primitive, animal part of his brain that knew that danger was never far away.

Why had he folded now? Now - when he was probably the most at ease he'd been in ages (months? Years? How long had it been since New York?) and the threat of Thanos was no longer an issue-

...a terrible thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Just out of curiosity," Loki tried to sound nonchalant, "Have you ever come across a fellow by the name of Thanos here?"

"Thanos?" Sigyn's brows drew together in a frankly rather adorable expression of pure befuddlement.

Ah. Well, at least he could place whatever nexus event had led to her pruning as occurring before Ragnarok and Thanos's massacre of half the Asgardian survivors.

"Big purple fellow," he explained, "Quite ugly, enormous chin, has rather disturbing ideas about resource management."

"Uh, no, I can't say that I've ever met anyone like that here."

"You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

She quirked an eyebrow. "I can swear on my magic if that would reassure you."

Sigyn had always been very leery about oaths, especially ones bound with magic. Most mages worth their salt were.

And yet...he couldn't really explain why, but he'd always felt like her issues with them were less about best practices and more about some personal grievance.

That she would offer him such a thing...

Loki felt completely undeserving.

"No," he said hurriedly, "No, no, it's fine. I...I trust you."

Sigyn smiled. It was the first real smile he'd seen so far and it was like watching the sun come out from behind a cloud. He didn't know if it would last - if that melancholy from before would snatch away the sweetness of this moment.

So Loki ruined the moment before it could be stolen from him.

"...even though you refuse to tell me about your paramour."

Sigyn scoffed, all exasperation but it was better than seeing her sad.

"You are insufferable."

"Thank you, I do try."

She snorted and shook her head. "Alright, come on, you goose," she helped him up, and even though his legs were slightly shaky, he stood and did not fall. "Our first rest stop is about 20 feet...thereaboutish-" she waved vaguely in the direction of a mostly empty grassy knoll upon which a gaggle of the oddest creatures scurried. They resembled iridescent headless chickens with little purple spheres hovering over their severed necks.

"I still think we should have taken the car."

"Ugh," Sigyn wrinkled her nose, "Cahrs. Nasty, noisy, smelly things. I swear, Midgard really went downhill after those monstrosities were invented. "

[hela-avenger]

To the Stars Who Listen- 9a

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 2177

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: Ok so I started to write this and then had to go back to edit it and then I added more and then it was all just angst and it was just getting so long and I couldn’t fix it. ANYWHO, the Halloween special will now be two parts. I’m really hoping it won’t be three but we shall have to wait and see. 

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! Please be safe out there! 

Tags are open! (Send me an ask/message/response.)

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Loki refrained from groaning as he stepped into the jet that would take them back to the Tower. Sam and Bucky were fighting over the pilot seat while Wanda was chattering loudly about the costume she had managed to find for herself and Vision. Loki catches your eye and he can tell you wish to speak to him. He doesn’t allow you the chance as he storms out of the seating area in preference of the solitude found in the back. 

The quinjet finally sets out of the compound and Loki manages to survive the short ride without being pulled into whatever conversation you wish to have with him. You most likely wanted to know the truth behind what you had revealed previously. An answer he would refuse to give you. 

Loki is almost cornered by you in the arrival at the tower but by sheer luck, you are called away by the AI allowing Loki to peacefully make his way down to his residential floor. The peace he had in mind at the return of his familiar abode is disrupted at the sight of Thor waiting for him there. 

Loki’s annoyance grows at the sight of his brother regaled in his Asgardian armor swinging Mjolnir with ease. 

“Welcome back, brother.” 

Loki just grunts in response as he tries to maneuver around the big oaf. 

“I went ahead and prepared your armor for the party tonight,” Thor continues with a smile. “It should be a merry night full of drinking and dancing. We should thoroughly enjoy it.” 

“I’m not going to that party.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I refuse to partake in Midgardian celebrations.” 

“I would think you would enjoy this one, Loki. It’s all about mischief and magic.” 

Loki rubs his eyes tiredly. 

“I am quite tired, brother. I am in no mood for festivities.”

“You never are,” Thor states, forcing Loki to stop right outside his bedroom door. “You always hide out here and avoid having any fun. You’ve been here for months, Loki, and you have failed to participate in any way or form to enjoy humanity.”

“I hate this place,” Loki responds. “Why would I try to find some silver lining?” 

“If that is the case then perhaps I should report to father that you have made no progress and have you sent back home.”

That definitely deepens the foul mood Loki was already in.  

“If I go to this party will you refrain from reporting to father?” 

Thor thinks for a few seconds before relenting.

“Yes, I would.” 

“Great, good,” Loki mutters as he slips into the darkness of his room. “I’m not wearing my armor though.” 

“Then what will you wear?” 

Loki doesn’t respond promptly slamming the door closed to Thor’s face. 

The lab was as pristine and proper as the day before you had come in and destroyed it. The wall had been repaired and the equipment that had been easily thrown before was now bolted to the ground. You let out a sigh as you try to forget that dark moment of your life when you had turned against your friends for no reason. 

You still couldn’t remember what happened but it still shook you to the very core. The truth was something everyone valued and yet you had overlooked the darkness it could truly hold. Lying didn’t seem so bad now and you miss having the simple ability. 

Shaking yourself from that thought, you scanned the rest of the room looking for the man of the hour. 

The moment the jet landed at the tower you were promptly told by FRIDAY that Tony requested your presence in the lab. 

You tried to make a quick stop towards the Asgardian floor but the AI had overlooked your floor request in preference of following its creator’s demand. 

The lab remained silent after you came in. FRIDAY had announced your presence but Tony was nowhere to be seen. You felt yourself being watched but could find no one. You were starting to grow paranoid which didn’t help when a loud bang resonated nearby.

Your head snaps towards the source of the crash and you relax when you realize it’s just Dum-E hitting against the nearby desk.

“Oh Dum-E, I thought I was…”

“BOO!” 

You jump at the sudden shout behind you. Out of pure instinct, you throw your hands in front of you causing your gauntlets to shoot out two straight lines of energy. The beams scorch two black spots on the recently repaired wall.

“Well that’s new.” 

You turn around and glare at Tony. 

“What the hell, Tony!” you shout at him. “I could have killed you.” 

Tony chuckles in response and is quick to apologize. 

“Sorry, kid,” he answers. “Didn’t realize you were Iron Man 2.0.” 

You roll your eyes at him and laugh sarcastically at him. 

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny,” you joke. “These things are the only reason I have some semblance of control.” 

“Let me see them.” 

You raise your hands and show him the golden gauntlets. 

“Interesting design,” he mutters as he grabs a hold of them, turning them around back and forth. “I’m assuming the stones are important by their placement. I wonder what they’re made of. Carbon-based, maybe? Rare space jewel? I would have to run some tests…”

“Yeah, not possible,” you comment. “I can’t take these off. Things could go very wrong.” 

Tony scowls as he lets your hands go. 

“Can’t risk it for a few minutes?” Tony asks. “I’m sure I could improve them for a nicer aesthetic and easier mobility.” 

“Tony…”

“Come on,” he nudges. “You don’t see me wearing my blasters because they’re comfortable. It’ll only be a few minutes. Five tops.” 

You hesitate and Tony pesters on.  

“Let me do this for you. It’s the least I can do if you have to wear those atrocities for the rest of your life.” 

You chew on the inside of your cheek before relenting. 

“Just be careful with the stones and be quick, please,” you plead at him. “I don’t wish to have a repeat of my last mishaps.” 

Tony snorts as he helps you slide the gauntlets off your hands. 

“Heard about that,” he snickers. “A little birdie told me and by birdie, I obviously mean Sam.” 

You laugh and shake your head at him watching as he steps towards his desk and pulls out an array of files into the screen. He flips through them quickly before stopping at one. 

Pepper Gift Ideas. 

“Um, Tony?” 

He ignores you as he opens the file up and scatters out the multiple designs he’s sketched out. You’re shocked at the multiple documents in the file but don’t have the chance to inspect them closely as Tony finds the one he was looking for. 

“Here it is,” he states as he picks the design and throws it onto the screen next to his equipment. “What do you think, kid?” 

“Oh, wow,” you whisper as you look at the design on display. “That’s beautiful.” 

“Was tinkering for a while about making Pepper her own jewelry,” Tony responds beside you. “But she never wears what I get her.” 

“I’m sure she would wear this,” you tell him. “Are you sure you want to use this design on me?” 

Tony is quick to nod. 

“You’ve been dealt a shitty hand with this power,” Tony answers honestly. “I just want to make things better for you in any way I can.” 

“Thanks, Tony,” you tell him, heartfelt at his generosity. “Really, thank you.” 

Tony clears his throat from the rising emotion and looks away. He picks up your gauntlet and begins to disassemble them. 

“Now go away,” he mutters. “Let me work in peace.” 

“You told me it would only be five minutes.” 

“Well I lied. I’m surprised you didn’t notice.” 

You roll your eyes at him and Tony simply smirks. 

“I’ll have them done soon, I promise, so why don’t you go ahead and find your partner in crime, Natasha. She’s got your costume in her room.” 

You hesitate but you’ve already done your daily exercises to tire your powers out. Nothing could go wrong. Or at least that’s what you hoped for. 

You wince at the sharp tug of your hair. You glare at Natasha through the mirror but she simply smirks in response. You had no choice when it came to getting ready for this impromptu Halloween party. Natasha dragged you into her room the moment you showed up at her door. 

You didn’t mind her help for the party. In fact, you were glad to have it as the redhead went above and beyond to have everything ready for you. From the costume to the hair and makeup, Natasha had arranged it all. All you had to do was sit there and allow her to make her vision into a reality. 

Though you would use this time to catch up with your close friend, your mind was far away at the moment. 

Ever since your last lesson, Loki had avoided you like the plague. Any attempt of trying to apologize to him was somehow thwarted by Loki himself or some outside force. It didn’t help that Tony’s impromptu invitation and the jet that followed severed any chance of forcing him to see you. 

You felt guilty.

You had crossed a line by revealing something he wasn’t ready to when all he had done was help you. You needed to apologize and you needed to do it soon. 

“Ok, spill it.” 

You look up at Natasha’s pointed stare and sigh. 

“I can’t hide anything, can I?” you mutter tiredly. Nat tugs on your hair again and you hiss at the action. “I’m fine, Nat. Just trying to settle my mind.”

“Of what?” 

You take a deep breath debating whether it was a good idea to tell her of your past week with Loki. 

Nat despised him with every fiber of her being, but you… you didn’t. 

“Loki’s been a great teacher considering I’m a ticking time bomb...”  

“But?” Nat interrupts. 

“But,” you repeat with a huff. “I keep ruining everything with this stupid power.”

“You?” Nat asks, confused. “You ruined everything? Not him?”

“Nat…” 

“I’m sorry,” she sarcastically laughs. “That doesn’t make sense. You’ve done nothing wrong.” 

“You don’t understand,” you sigh. “If you just let me explain…”

“Then explain.” 

You take a deep breath and turn away from the mirror to look at Natasha directly. 

“I have invaded everyone’s privacy. I’ve learned things I have no right knowing and revealed things without permission. You already know how guilty I felt because of it,” you explain. “Yet, Loki wasn’t one of them. He’s immune to my power as I am to his but I recently crossed a line and uncovered something I wasn’t supposed to.”

“What was it?” 

“You know I can’t tell you.” 

 Natasha huffs in response but shrugs her curiosity off. 

“So?” she asks. “What’s wrong then?” 

“I feel really bad about it, Nat, and he’s avoiding me and I just want to apologize to him because I invaded his privacy but he won’t even let me get close to him to do it.”

“He doesn’t need an apology,” Nat scoffs. “He’s a grown man. He can lick up his wounds and move on.” 

You’re starting to regret confiding in her about your situation but Loki has yet to teach you how to evade telling the truth without necessarily resorting to lying.

“I apologized to you and everyone after my first outburst,” you remind her. “You didn’t need me to but I’m sure it helped.”

Natasha lets out a breath but she knew you had a point. 

“Loki doesn’t deserve your kindness.” 

She’s being honest with her opinion but you don’t feel the same way. 

“I think differently,” you answer. “I think it’s been a long time since Loki’s been treated with some kindness.” 

Natasha's eyes narrow down at you. 

“Do you…” she hesitates. “What exactly is your relationship with him?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Are you acquaintances? Friends? Or is it more?” 

You’re surprised at the question. 

“I guess we’re friends?” you answer unsurely. “Mentor and student seems weird so yeah… friends.” 

Natasha seems unconvinced but she doesn’t speak up on it. Instead, she motions you to face forward again so she could finish up with your hair.

“So do you think I’ll have time to slip out to apologize or am I going to have to wait until the party?” 

Nat can’t avoid the snort from escaping her promptly earning her a confused look from you. 

“Loki doesn’t go to the parties,” she tells you. “Not since I could remember.” 

“Then why did he come with us in the jet?” 

“Maybe because he has to monitor you and we have to monitor him?” 

Nat’s right but you can only hope that Loki might prove her wrong. 

“If he’s there… apologize to him,” Nat tells you hoping to ease the scowl that was settling on your face. “Just don’t expect him to forgive you. He’s not apologetic, far less forgiving.”

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Return

TITLE: Return CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Ten AUTHOR: theterrifyingtermite ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that, at the end of Endgame, Loki comes back. Only one problem: this isn’t your Loki… RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Only the epilogue remains! As of this, my main brain child is wrapped up. I’ll be back after another five years! (haha, we’ll see is I return sooner. [okay i’m done with me] but seriously, thanks for reading.)

Chapter Ten:

Aside from the now normal feeling of discomfort across her entire body, blamed on the longevity of her pregnancy, she really hadn’t had too much difficulty over the remaining weeks of growing a half-alien baby.

Loki had been a near constant, helping her in any way that he could. While she was not on an order of total bed rest, she had been commanded by Christine to stay off her feet as much as possible.

It was a good thing she enjoyed books – especially when a certain someone with a soothing accent was reading them to her.

And, while she had heard some women complain about being at the height of their pregnancy over the summer, she actually hadn’t minded so much. It helped when you had a sentient half-block of ice indwelling your womb and knew wizards skillful enough to allow some of that to leak back through their containment field.

She’d had to wear a second watch to anchor all the added spells since the incident, but it had been completely worth it.

It hadn’t hurt that she argued the baby probably wouldn’t like it if she were to become overheated, being partially Frost Giant, and all.

Everything was wonderful, and she was content.

Mostly.

“Are you sure you feel fine?”

Her attention was pulled back to Thor who had been tapping his fingers repeatedly over the past quarter of an hour, even as he updated her about life in New Asgard.

He had become another staple in her life, popping in and out at least weekly, if only for a few minutes at a time before gallivanting off across the galaxy for several days on any sort of adventure.

Her lawn would never be the same.

He was concerned, because that feeling; that pressure had grown – but it had done this the day before and gone away again. It wasn’t terrible, so she wasn’t worried.

Besides, she had read it was normal. It was almost her due date, after all, otherworldly genetics aside.

There was nothing to worry about, so she rolled her eyes, repeating in a voice almost patient, “Honestly, yes. It’s nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Mhmmm,” he dragged out the sound, leaning forward to stare at her midsection. “I suppose you would know, it being your body and all-”

“Thank you for that concession,” she drawled.

“-even though you’ve never done this before, and the baby isn’t actually normal for human standards.”

“Thor!” The only thing closest to her was a mug of tea and lip balm. Not wanting to stain the carpet, she snatched up the tube and hurled it at him.

It bounced against his chest, but he merely blinked in confusion. “What was that for?”

“You. Are. Infuriating.” She enunciated each word, jabbing a finger in his direction before nestling back against her mess of pillows; shifting her hips until a vague comfort was met. “Go back to telling me about what Korg did this time to that ship.”

A squint, and then a slow nod before he complied.

She listened to him, determined to focus.

Well, she at least tried to listen as his persistent concern hovered over her mind.

There was something about the way her pelvis was aching that day that was starting to get unsettling.

Not that she wanted to give him the satisfaction of being right.

“-And then, Valkyrie, she picked up the box, the empty box mind you-“

No, no. It was nothing. Thor was just getting under her skin with his pestering. She would be able to tell. They had promised her she would be able to tell.

“-the only problem was that this time, Miek-“

A pit formed in her stomach, but she purposed to keep her expression interested as Thor jumped up to find something to use in his demonstration.

“-you would never guess what sort of-“

A thought and then nonchalantly, she folded her hands, fiddling with the clasp of the secondary watch.

“-and then a blaster goes off, and I said, “oh, no!” with my hands up like this, and-“

As he continued to ramble, turned sideways from her and fully invested into motioning out the story, she slowly – very slowly slid the buckle apart and allowed the watch to slide off, repeating the action more quickly on the primary one before he caught her.

At first, nothing.

Until there was undeniably something.

The rush of magic, daggers of ice, and pain splitting her open from the inside out all hit her senses at once. She suddenly heaved for air, choking out Thor’s name as she immediately doubled over.

He was crouching at her side in an instant, hands grasping at her, declaring over and over again that he knew it; he knew something was wrong; he didn’t know magic himself, mind you, but he spent enough of his life around it to know when something was going wrong, and something was definitely-

“Shut up,” she gasped out, fisting a hand in his shirt as the contraction finally abated, “and look at the clock. I need to time this.”

One minute. Two. Then-

“Six,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as another contraction started no more than ten seconds after that one abated. “Hand me my phone. I need them. Don’t know how long…”

Breathless, she leaned against Thor, one of his arms wrapping around her as he picked up her phone. He scrolled through its contents, dialing quickly when she bit out “Christine.”

Her head had almost instantaneously started to ache. The effects of the baby’s magic were sweeping through her at full force along with the labor.

It took another moment, but then her body relaxed, and Thor was setting down her phone, lifting her, and sitting on the couch with her in his hold.

“They’ll be over soon. When they come, I’ll go track down Loki; I swear it.”

She nodded, bumping against his jaw. In response he hugged her, murmuring something soft and soothing against her hair as she sucked in a deep breath, steeling herself for the next contraction.

“What?”

“I said, ‘I told you so!’” This was repeated cheerfully, with a kiss dropped onto the top of her head as she growled at him.

___

Six days ago, they had been the pair on her couch. She was stretched out, legs flung over his, in a dream-like state as what the masses referred to as cult classic played in the background.

Christmas in August. Well, basically September.

There were worse things that could happen.

Loki had been frowning, studying the TV while absentmindedly running a hand over one of her shins. He had remained quiet through most the film – entirely opposite from his counterpart – and while she had needed to explain some of the jokes, he merely nodded.

No reaction whatsoever.

Dull.

She hummed out a sigh, distantly aware of music playing in the background. It faded in and out as she drifted.

Well, she had dozed until the hand on her leg clenched down, nails biting into her skin.

“Ow,” was her grump, as she cracked open an eye to pout at him. “Loki, what are-“ she started, before taking in the expression on his face.

He was still staring at the screen, credits rolling, not appearing to hear her.

“Loki?”

A quiet comment came a moment later.

“That seemed a bit…chaotic.”

“Ah…” she shifted around until she had hauled herself up into more of a sitting position, pausing to take a few controlled breaths after the effort. “Isn’t chaos normally your thing?”

“Mischief,” came the disgruntled mutter, as a short giggle escaped her.

At least the line on his brow had eased somewhat.

No, there it was again.

And he refused to look at her.

“I don’t understand – they bicker the entire time, and then it’s all forgotten?”

“Well,” she began, intending to be thoughtful, “that’s usually how families work for the most part.”

The crease on his forehead deepened.

She grimaced.

“Listen…I know what it was like for you.” She folded her arms on her shelf of a stomach, hoping he would hear her. “What you went through – that’s not normal. Around this planet we call that abuse.”

“Perhaps I deserved  it.”

A scoff.

A pause.

A guilty look, following by confession:

“I stabbed Thor when we were eight.”

An inadvertent grin broke through then. Thor had recounted that particular story only a few visits prior.

Loki sent her a frustrated look, and she coughed, putting in an effort to smooth down her face.  “Sorry,” she apologized, stretching out a leg to lightly kick the man. “Keep going.”

“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing,” he finally admitted, after another scolding frown. “I feel that it’s going to go spectacularly wrong, as has everything else. I’ve no idea how to be a fa-”

His words cut off as he had clenched his jaw suddenly, turning his face away from her contemplation.

Well, there it is.

Insecurity had been the other Loki’s primary fear as well, though it had never quite been directed this way before.

Good thing she had practice with a Moody God of Mischief.

Wiggling around, she managed to swivel herself and scoot over until she had sidled up against his arm. She dropped her head on his shoulder and took his far hand in her own.

He remained still for a moment, then sighed as she covered it with her own and moved it to rest against the curve of her middle.

“Listen to me,” she commanded gently, reaching up her free hand to hook around him. “You won’t be perfect. That’s impossible. But what you have is the opportunity to make your own choices. You know what not to do. Whatever you think you needed – compassion, time, or gentleness – you’re right. And you have all that in you, and you can give it to him. I know you will.”

He had made a noncommittal sound at her words but very soon after had chosen to slide the arm she was on around her back and tuck her in more.

They fell quiet, but as the Christmas music droned on in the background, he had slowly begun to lose tension.

And then, she thought of what she had been doing earlier that day. She waited several more minutes until he had stewed enough for one afternoon before she tilted her head back to catch a glimpse of his reaction.

“You know, I was thinking of using the name Haldor.” She murmured into the stillness, biting the inside of her lip to keep from laughing at all costs.

It was immediate.

“Haldor?” A stricken frown was sent down to her, his eyes wide. “You want-“

And then there was a sulk as he caught the impish tone just after.

She had let her joy bubble over then, and after a moment, he had smiled.

And all was well. Not forever, but for the moment – it would be fine.

___

She was miserable.

“It was suppressing labor, you idiot! After you said it wouldn’t!” Christine smacked the wizard’s arm, a glare tightening her features. “Now figure out how to help her without screwing it up more!”

She was also trying to ignore them. They were arguing; Wong was methodically setting up a pool, interjecting the most unhelpful side comments, meanwhile, she was dying.

Well, not actually like the last time, but close enough to it.

She blew out the breath she had been holding, whimpering as another contraction tore through her midsection. Forcing herself to breathe in and out; just get any bit of oxygen, really – she willed herself to remain calm.

Even as she pressed her face into the rocking chair that she’d soon be using to nurse the baby.

Even as she wanted to scream and carve the baby out herself; to hell with it all.

Even as the contraction broke, and she slumped down again, energy spent.

Even as she ignored Stephen’s every suggestion that she just let them use magic; really, it would speed up the process and make everyone’s lives easier-

And then his voice washed over her.

“I’m here,” he chanted again and again as he knelt beside her; a hand massaging up and down her back; another brushing sweaty tendrils of hair off her temple.

Heaving for air, she only managed a grumped “Took you long enough, you bast-” before another wave of pain crashed through her, and she choked on the rest of the insult, raging internally instead.

“Easy,” was the direction, as she fisted her hands into the fabric of the chair. He shifted and reached around to lock an arm around her shoulders and hold her upright. “Breathe.”

She tried to smack him for that; flailing blindly to her left until she hit something, and he grunted.

“I am,” she spit at him, scowling at his smirk, even as the pain vanished as quickly as it came.

“And you’re doing it so well.” His fingers wrapped around her hip as another contraction started almost instantly.

“Time to get in,” Christine ordered, popping up on her other side to help him lift her to her feet and transfer her to the water.

Time.

Fine.

She could do this.

She would.

She only believed it when, to her blurred, unfocused amazement, Loki slid in behind her, anchoring her against his chest.

“Ready when you are, my dear,” he murmured.

Okay.

Okay.

Now she was.

___

And later, when it was all over, she was curled up in her bed and gazing down at the little, pale infant – so pale, he almost shimmered an icy blue at times – determined to never take her eyes off him.

There were some faint markings swirling around his shoulders and down his arms, but the rest of his torso and legs were smooth. The bottoms of his tiny feet were also pattered, the lines only curving up his ankles.

His little fingers and toes were cold to the touch, but to her it was a delight.

The few curls he had were dark. Brown, more than likely, as he grew. Maybe black.

His eyes that he had blinked at her once he was cleaned, dried, placed in her arms were brown, just like hers – until the light had hit them, and then a flash of the deepest red could be seen. 

He was beautiful, and he was hers.

An arm slipped around her upper body, palm resting over her heart, and squeezed her gently.

Well, he was theirs.

[koganeirou]

Ikemen Revolution - Sirius’s Route

aka me graduating from being a wannabe livebloggering and becoming a wannabe otome reviewer HAHA.

I have a bunch of left over screenshots from Sirius’s route that I never posted so I decided to compile them all into one post + add in my own awful commentary/review. It’s mostly going to be the latter. So yeah enjoy experiencing Sirius’s route filtered through my terribad commentary and me dragging the poor man more than he deserves.

Honestly Sirius’s route is a blur to me at this point. The one thing that stuck out like a sore thumb that I didn’t like was Alice pinning over how ~cool~ and ~mature~ Sirius is while Sirius kept beating around the bushes about his feelings smh. What was even more annoying is that for the first half of the route it’s just Alice trying to help out with the war and Sirius just giving her menial tasks all day to keep Alice busy and avoid her pestering (╬ಠ益ಠ). 

Seth is a real bro in this route and actually gives some GOOD ASS ADVICE, TOO BAD NOBODY MAINLY SIRIUS TAKES HIM SERIOUSLY.

Gee I’m trying to romance you; how utterly elated it makes me to know that I remind you of your siblings. 

He fucking KISSES HER ON THE FOREHEAD and is all like “it’s just friendly affection!” BITCH WHAT PART OF THAT IS FRIENDLY AFFECTION?

The funniest thing is is that while this disastrous k-drama high school romance is going on as the supposed main focus, THE FLAMES OF WAR ARE RAGING ON IN THE BACKGROUND. Out of the routes I’ve played so far this route is the only route where the armies actually go in an all out war which I thought was pretty cool.

Okay this is less of a war between Red vs Black and more like Edgar vs Black because Lancelot is out of commission while Kyle is pulling his hair out like an old nanny tending to him and idk what the hell the rest of the Red Army dudes are doing. I am not exaggerating when I say that Edgar is the actual backbone of this army. It’s hard to really take this war seriously considering how no one is dying, only “injured” and these battles seem to have minuscule impacts or consequences and the fact that Sirius and Alice have time to be frolicking off with their less than smooth romance.

As usual Seth is the bro of the war too as he runs around spreading underground rumors. Tbh idk how the hell Seth managed to pose as a “reliable source” but I can just imagine him being like V and just knocking some poor Red Army sap tf out and stealing his clothes and running around spreading rumors like a character in Mean Girls spreading rumors about who the heroine is dating.

BIG YIKES AND BIG SWEAT. I think Sirius’s route is the first route to drop Seth’s connection to the Magic Tower, something I’d definitely never suspect. Maybe he’s a mole?? who knows.

But obviously who cares about that mumbo jumbo! We cut back to Sirius and Alice where Alice is drunk mumbling about how much she loves this sexy man, conveniently just while Sirius is in front of her and hears everything! But like the smooth operator he is he....................... doesn’t do anything. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He just completely wipes the love confession clean from his memory and continues on his merry way as if it never happened. Great. A+ romantic development there, game.

Hell even the other boys are lowkey sick of Sirius “what is this feeling in my chest?! Definitely not love!” Oswald so they decide to all be MC’s wingmen because clearly that war you guys are fighting that is potentially killing all your men isn’t important! Sirius, OF COURSE, overhears the entire conversation where Alice admits she loves him and as usual.... HE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING.

Is it a sin if I actually agreed with Seth. I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO SIRIUS BUT............ 

Seth, can I romance you instead? Promise not to sell me out to the Magic Cult in exchange for Amon’s weed stash though.

Oh jesus christ can you just confess your undying love for each other already this is starting to become infuriating. You guys have a GOD DAMN WAR being fought in the background and instead I’m forced to sit through this cat and mouse game between these two mofos. Sirius, I love you, but. god dammit.

Oh right, were we fighting a war? I think we were fighting a war hahaha oops I completely forgot about that! But thank god that King No Fun is here to ruin everyone’s day! As we know, Lancelot has been pretty much incapacitated the entire route due to using too much magic, but nothing stops the King of Hearts. The man deadass drags his delirious corpse out of his bed (cue Kyle screaming in the background) and waltz into the Black Army HQ like he pays rent to whisk our princess away like the friendly neighborhood kidnapper that he is. He knocks her tf out and frolics into the sunset on his horse with Alice’s passed out body.

Sirius being the knight in shining armor that he is catches up to Lance on his horse and demands Lance return Alice, which Lance is like “nah son”. Sirius then proceeds to BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF LANCELOT (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾) I THOUGHT THIS MAN DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT! and starts screaming in Lancelot’s face about how much pain his kokoro is in ever since Lancelot started being a piece of shit. Lancelot’s reaction pretty much just amounts to  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and he gives up on the girl and saunters off. 

Sirius proceeds to spill his token tragic backstory to Alice, about how he, Harr and Lance used to be best friends but ever since Harr was exiled and Lance took the title of King of Hearts, their friendship had been strained broken to smithereens considering how Harr LITERALLY tries to kill Lance. Honestly as much as I roast the terribad romance between Alice and Sirius, I really enjoyed learning about Sirius’s history with Harr and Lance and it was by far the most enjoyable part of the route. I appreciate how much Sirius cares about Lance and Harr and it’s definitely the thing I like most about his character.

Anyhoo they return to find the Black Army Headquarters ABSOLUTELY DECIMATED. The magic cult goons completely smashed their headquarters but considering how all the boys have plot armor, no one is hurt so it’s all okay! （‐＾▽＾‐）

Alice realizes that Lancelot kidnapped her to protect her from the attack and that he is most likely being manipulated by someone in the shadows. She convinces Sirius to take her onto the battle field to confront Lancelot once and for all for answers. FINALLY THE PLOT IS GOING SOMEWHERE, and this is like what, part 20 at least?!

The moment they confront Lancelot on the battle field, the real King No Fun aka Amon crashes the party and he’s not a happy camper. He’s sick of Lancelot buying time so decides to just whisk Alice away himself!

aaaaand finally Lancelot’s “I’m the Worst” facade drops as he loses his shit. I find it interesting how it’s the first time he refers to the MC by her name and not Alice. He dives into Amon’s teleportation spell and gets whisked away with them.

Alice awakens to find herself in Amon’s creepy sex dungeon and Amon is like... your stereotypical evil cackling maniac cartoon villain that you’d expect.

He’s even a misogynistic twat as the icing on the cake.

Unfortunately Amon only wanted Alice but he accidentally brought Sirius and Lancelot too as carry on luggage. He leaves Lancelot be since he needs him but Sirius is just a fly in his plan so LIKE THE EVIL CACKLING TOTALLY NOT RIKA VILLAIN THAT HE IS HE PULLS OUT A FUCKING GUN 

and shoots Lancelot.

Amon shits bricks over Lancelot protecting Sirius but is ultimately Monokuma level “lmao idgaf” and proceeds to try and kill Sirius but they’re rescued by Harr and Loki who whisks them away back to Red Army Headquarters.

Kyle REALLY FUCKING SHITS BRICKS THIS TIME POOR BOY CAN’T GET A BREAK after seeing Lancelot’s condition and somehow miraculously brings Lance back from the brink of death. Sirius and Alice talk with Lancelot and he finally comes clean with the truth about how Amon’s threatening to destroy Cradle with his weed stash unless Lancelot cooperates. Sirius is all like “aight then let’s go destroy his weed stash” and both armies begin working together to defeat Amon. Great, the climax of the plot is finally here, I’m so excited!

THAT IS UNTIL Alice realizes that the full moon is finally here and thus she must go home! She highkey wants to stay but Sirius is like “nah son you going home”. and proceeds to SHOVE HER ASS DOWN THE GATES OF HELL. But not before making out with her like his life depended on it. What the fuck, he doesn’t even confess his love for her! He just makes out with her and is all like “lul bye” and shoves her down the garden portal. 

Welp great, the final battle with Amon is finally starting and I’M NOT EVEN THERE TO SEE IT LMAO! It’s like the writers got too lazy at the end and pulled this bs to avoid showing the climax of the story. Wtf let me kick ass with my man, what is this weak ass underwhelming development. 

Alice waits around in Reason for about 3 months before going like “yeah you know what fuck it” and decides to go back to Cradle because a hoe got better things to do then just sitting on her ass waiting for her man who may never come for her!

She goes to the park just in time to see Sirius, who, surprise surprise, actually did come to get her! He tells her how they finally defeated Amon and that Cradle is finally safe! Amazing, it took you three months to find that weed stash; it took Alice and Jonah one evening in Jonah’s route.

She goes back to Cradle with Sirius but it’s already night so they decided to pitch a tent at a nearby inn with only one bed!

just go to sleep...................... just go to fucking sleep.

The next day they return to the Black Army Headquarters, which is now peaceful since Amon is defeated and the war is over. I got Sirius’s dramatic end; Alice and Sirius decide to go over to Sirius’s flower shop, where they run into Lancelot whose finally chilled out with his “I’m the Worst” act now that Amon isn’t breathing down his neck every second like a creepy evil Santa Clause.  Lancelot buys an iris flower and proceeds to give it to Alice.

I’M FUCKING CRY HE’S SO SOFT.......... HE SO SOFT...... PLEASE PROTECT HIM AND HIS PRECIOUS SMILE.

The route ends with Alice planting the flower Lancelot gave her in the garden of the Black Army HQ, promising to live her life with Sirius and protect the little things that are important to them (´へωへ`*). and finally, FUCKING FINALLY, SIRIUS FINALLY TELLS HER HE LOVES HER. THAT TOOK YOU LIKE WHAT, THE ENTIRE ROUTE?

but no seriously imagine how awkward it’d be for Alice, after making out and sleeping with him only to be like “oh wait does he even actually love me, he never said he did” derp.

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Anyway that was a rundown of my own thoughts of his route + awful commentary. I definitely think his route was one of the weaker ones and it just didn’t feel like Sirius or Alice had any chemistry (｡-人-｡). I hate to admit being disappointed, especially because I was really looking forward to Sirius’s route but alas it is what it is. There were some nice scenes and I liked the friendship dynamic between him, Lance, and Harr but overall it definitely paled in comparison to Jonah’s or even Lancelot’s route. Ohwell, sorry Sirius lmao.

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Regrets 10

A/n: no warnings 

Link to Chapter 9

Words: 2, 027

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader 

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(A few months later...)

You woke up with a groan. Attempting to stretch you looked down at your still pregnant stomach.

“Yep, still pregnant.”

You mumbled before sitting up. Looking over to Gabriel's side of the bed you couldn't help but sighing. Whether you wanted to admit it or not your relationship was Gabriel was suffering! You were convinced that he would bail on you after the baby was born if it wasn't his. He was being too good of a man to say it but you could see the betrayal in his golden eyes. Gabriel had spent a lot of the time telling you that everything that had happened wasn't your fault and he didn't blame you for it. Did you believe him, no! After he would say that Gabriel would look away with hurt eyes.  

The physical aspect of your relationship was still hot as ever! Gabriel couldn't keep his hands off of you! Anytime that you wanted him,  he would drop whatever he was doing for you. Many of times leaving Cas looking after you two awkwardly.

Getting out of bed, you slowly pulled on a long sundress and examined your reflection. You weren't big by any means. The baby moved against your hand as you stroked your tummy. You couldn't help but smiling. Even though there was a good chance that the baby was Loki's you were still in love with the child to be. Maybe you could convince yourself that the baby was Gabriel's? Maybe everything would be okay after all?

Meanwhile,

Gabriel stood looking over some notes that Sam had made about tracking down Loki.

“I hope you are right, Samshine. I don't like being away from her right now.”

Dean frowned.

“Do you want the creep dead before the kid gets here or not?”

“Shut up, Dean.”

Gabriel snapped. Dean shrugged. He wanted to tell Gabriel that he liked him batter as a goofy trickster however, he understood why Gabriel wasn't cheerful and happy. Living with the knowledge that your girl was knocked up with another man's kid had to be rough. One thing Dean had to respect Gabriel for is the fact that he was going to raise  the kid regardless.  

“Gabe, we'll get it taken care of.”

Dean replied calmly. Gabriel looked up.

“Oh yeah! I'm going to make him suffer more than he needs to.”

“Y/n is coming. Stop.”

Cas replied. Gabriel turned as you approached.

“Hey sugar, how are you feeling?”

You smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I'm fine. Are you still leaving this morning?”

Gabriel nodded sadly.

“Yeah, we got some information.”

You looked down. Asking Gabriel to stay home with you would be selfish. You knew that he wanted nothing more than to kill Loki and make him suffer for everything.

“I'll be back before you know it so you can have your way with me as much as you want.”

You couldn't help but laughing at that.

“I read in a baby book that sex can make induce labor.”

Gabriel blinked a few times ignoring the grossed out expression on Dean and Cas' faces.  

“Well when I get home we are doing it.”

You stood on your tiptoes pressing a soft kiss to the archangel's lips. He leaned his forehead against yours with a sigh.

“I don't want you to worry.”

You closed your eyes fighting any urge you had to have an emotional breakdown. Gabriel didn't need your emotions. He didn't need to be worrying about you when he was going after Loki. If you were in the back of Gabriel's mind pestering him, he could get hurt.

“Everything will be fine.”

You whispered hoping that Gabriel believed you. Gabriel's hands gently locked on the sides of your face.

“Loki just hopes that he can get rid of me. You know how annoying I can be. I'm not going anywhere.”

Dean snorted.

“He's right, Y/n. We've been trying to get rid of him for years. Looks like we won't ever get rid of him now.”

Gabriel smirked.

“See what I mean?”

The following week passed relatively slow. You have heard from Gabriel a few times but nothing like you wanted.

“Sit down, would you?”

Rowena asked looking up from her spell book. Your mother had been getting cross with your less than cheerful nature.

“You are moody.”

She said. You stopped your pacing and turned to look at her with a perplexed expression.

“Well I am sorry, your highness! I just have a lot on me right now!”

Rowena blinked.

“We all have a lot on us, my dear.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Lets see here, I think I win! I'm pregnant with a trickster or archangel's baby. Who the father is, I have no clue! Gabriel is out after Loki and I don't know what is about to happen to us!”

Rowena sighed.

“You and the baby will be just fine! I am not going to let anything happen to either of you. If the trickster and archangel die, we will be just fine.”

“Shut up, mother!”

You growled. Turning and walking to the window trying to breath, a pain in your lower back that had been going on and off all day began to get worse. Rowena stood back up the moment you bent over.

“Y/n?”

You held up a hand.

“Nothing. Just....oh fuck.”

Rowena raced over.

“You're in labor! Bloody hell! Get that archangel here!”

A few hours later...

Gabriel sat beside Cas watching Sleipnir talk with a couple of his guards.

“It would be so easy to take him out right now.”

Gabriel stated. Cas turned looking at his brother with a raised eyebrow.

“Gabriel, you need to go with the plan.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes,

“Cas, I don't know if you know me or not but I am not a go with the plan kind of guy.”

Cas was quiet for a few moments. He wasn't about to agree with his brother. Gabriel was never a go with the plan kind of guy. From the early days in heaven, Gabriel did what he wanted.

“Gabriel, go with the plan for Y/n and your child.”

Gabriel expression softened a bit before turning dark.

“The kid will be here soon.”

Cas nodded.

“It will be. Are you prepared for the outcome?”

Gabriel laughed bitterly.

“How am I a supposed to be ready for that outcome? I keep trying to barging with myself and nothing is working. For Y/n, I am trying not to be some bitter asshole. I know we talked about this before but it ISN'T WORKING CASTIEL!”

Cas jumped when Gabriel yelled the last part. Gabriel quickly looked ahead trying to control his trembling.

“I can't tell you how to feel and if I could I wouldn't.”

Gabriel nodded before running a hand through his hair.

“I know you wouldn't. I guess we will just have to see how it goes.”

The phone ringing pulled the two from their conversation. Cas took the cellphone out of his pocket before muttering a quick hello. Gabriel didn't pay much attention until he heard the urgency in Cas' voice.

“What are you talking about? We haven't heard anything! We'll be right there!”

Gabriel turned looking at him with a frown.

“What was that....”

“Y/n had the baby?”

Gabriel's mouth dropped.

“Why are fucking sitting here? Better yet why are just now hearing about this? Y/n, didn't get a hold of me?!”

Cas held a hand up knowing that telling Gabriel to calm down would work about as well as telling Dean not to stab someone without having coffee.

“Sam has a theory....it was the child.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Fucking damn it! It is Loki's and is already causing me grief!”

Cas rolled his eyes.

“Lets just get to her.”

Meanwhile,

You sat in the bed looking down at your baby girl with a smile. From all of the bad that had occurred during the past few months this was the shinning moment. Her sweet face was the most beautiful thing that you had ever seen. Her golden eyes shinned up at you instantly capturing your heart.

“She's darling!”

Rowena said with a smile. Your mother's face had an expression that you had never seen before. She looked completely at peace and there wasn't a trace of the cold witch there.

“Thank Mom...for everything. If you wasn't here...I would have never been able to do this.”

You were completely honest about that too! If it was for Rowena, delivering the baby you wouldn't have known what to do! Gabriel didn't come when you practically shouted at him and neither did Cas. Of course, Gabriel would have been useless but it would have been nice to have your child's father there.  

“You did all of the work. We make a good team. If this whole mess with Gabriel and the Winchesters don't work out, we could make it just fine.”

You eyes darkened as you looked up at Rowena.

“Why wouldn't it work out?”

Rowena shrugged.

“I am worried that once he find out that the child's father is Loki, Gabriel will live up to his reputation. Its a valid concern, love.”

You pressed your lips together.

“He'll prove us wrong. I know he will.”

Rowena sighed. She didn't have the heart to tell you that she didn't have the least bit of faith in the archangel. Sure, he was good roll in the sack but as a father and protector....eh.

“Well it doesn't hurt to have a plan.”

Before you could respond, Gabriel and Cas appeared in the room. Rowena looked up at Gabriel with an annoyed expression

“Just a wee bit late!”

Gabriel rolled his eyes before saying “out”. He snapped his fingers making Rowena vanish from the room. He looked back to you with a sympathetic expression.

“Sugar, you didn't call.”

You nodded wildly.

“I was praying to you like mad....cursing your name there toward the end.”

Gabriel smirked.

“Glad that I didn't hear that.”

He quickly walked over and was mentally preparing himself for looking at Loki's child in your arms.

“She's perfect, Gabriel.”

Gabriel smiled.

“A girl...we are in for it.”

He slowly reached down taking the baby into his arms. You watched him hoping for some kind of miracle as Cas wondered over. Gabriel's expression was unreadable as he looked down at the baby.

The moment the baby's eyes opened and shinned bright gold; both Gabriel and Cas' mouth dropped.

“She's mine.”

Gabriel managed to get out. You looked as shocked as Gabriel did! All of the months of inner turmoil was thankfully wasted! Loki had no claim in your life whatsoever now!

Gabriel sat down beside you not letting go of his daughter. He wasn't able to say a word as he memorized every feature on her little face. It was you that spoke first.

“But how is that possible? Cas, I thought that I would die.”

Cas, looking totally confused, looked up.

“I don't....I don't know how to explain. There are just too many anomalies to list....”

Gabriel looked up finally.

“It doesn't matter. Everything is fine now.”

Cas pressed his lips together knowing that everything in fact wasn't fine. Loki would still come after the child. There would be no way that the trickster would believe that child wasn't his. He wouldn't believe it until he was dead. There was also the fact of what would happen when the other angels and archangel's found out.

For now, however, Cas couldn't bring those subjects up. He would let the two of you enjoy your one moment of peace. You both deserved that! Cas would tell Gabriel, Sam and Dean at the same time and they would come to some sort of conclusion and deal with the problem.

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i’ve been sitting on this for like 2 months now bc i was trying to churn out a second half to it, but i decided it works well enough on its own considering that second part wasn’t wanting to come out.

i missed my vitriolic best buds circa 2011, so here they are, refreshed and given a facelift in this the yr of our lord 2018

i was too lazy to come up with something completely original for quinn in a marvel verse specifically so i just kind of booted her through timeline/fractured reality shenanigans given that my FFXV verse is also mixed with FFXIII

cc @editoress @zacksfairest

SERIES: MCU

WORD COUNT: 1,338

CHARACTERS: Quinn Leonis, Loki, Cassandra (mentioned), Thor (mentioned)

Loki liked to think of himself as a being with a decent amount of patience.

Many of his talents, interests, and daily grievances (perfecting and performing magic, setting up tricks and jokes at the expense of others, and dealing with thor on a regular basis, respectively) required a fair or better amount of the stuff, and he had had thousands of years to hone it.

Which made it absolutely, unequivocally incredible that Quinn was now testing every shred of it.

It shouldn't come as a surprise to him given how well she and his brother got along and that he'd known her for nearly three hundred and fifty years by this point, and yet...

Half a dozen rooms, twice as many cloaking tricks and misdirects, and still Loki had not been able to dodge her sudden and tenacious fixation on him for the last hour and a half. 

He has to commend her for the impressive ability to follow someone who is both talented in vanishing and also does not want to be followed, but he was long since tired of the game and would like it to end.

Scowling, Loki snaps the book in his hands shut and lifts his eyes to settle a sharp glare on Quinn. Sitting backwards on a couch across the room from him, the blonde woman is returning his stare with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

They stare at each other for several silent moments, and then he cocks his head to one side, furrows his brow at her, and asks, "Are you done?"

Her eyes narrow even further.

Loki rolls his own and then reopens his book.

"What's her name?"

Loki, God of Mischief, son of Odin and Frigga, crown prince of Asgard and brother of Thor, closes his eyes and takes a very long, very deep breath to reign back in his patience. "I will not hesitate to turn you into a frog, Quinn."

"You turned Thor into one last week. You're running out of ideas." She quips without missing a beat, and he fixes her with another look that hopefully conveys the depth of his aggravation with her. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care. "What's her name?"

It's insulting that she thinks he'd turn her into a frog immediately after suggesting he would.

"I am not running out of ideas. Frogs are irritating creatures and fitting ones to turn the both of you into when you're being irritating." He grouses, settling back in his chair.

He'd catch her off guard and turn her into a turtle.

And then flip her over.

"You're ignoring the question."

He hears shifting from where she sits across the room, but doesn't care enough to look up from the words on the pages in front of him. "Yes, I am." He agrees.

In spite of his blithe response, she doesn't sound frustrated. "Answer the question."

Loki hums. "No."

More shifting, but blessed silence otherwise, and Loki dares to hope she's given up and left the room. Then a goblet smacks him in the forehead, and he nearly falls from his seat. More out of surprise than anything else, and that's almost more humiliating.

After hastily righting himself, Loki fixes her with a baleful stare once more--which she unflinchingly returns. "What is it you're after and why is it you're so certain I'm seeing a 'her'?"

"Heimdall's my buddy, Loki." She responds, the smile on her face catlike and satisfied, and Loki curses the gatekeeper's all-seeing eyes.

He's going to have to find some method of cloaking his activities in the future--he's not overly fond of the idea of being watched, ever, but he's particularly not fond of it in this case, with something he hates admitting feels so deeply personal.

And of course, of course, he would forget that by some stroke of luck or persistence or some other such combination of her particular charm and likeability she had befriended the gatekeeper that kept most everyone at an impassive arm's distance.

"You look like you just sucked on a lemon," Quinn says, snapping him out of his fuming haze of racing thoughts on how to rectify this glaring oversight he'd somehow made. She shifts again, leaning further over the back of the couch and lifting an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, I imagine I do." Loki replies with a dry tone. "It is an expression I often feel like wearing whenever you or my brother decide that pestering me is an acceptable way to occupy your time."

She frowns at the statement, resting her chin on crossed arms; it's not a pout, not exactly, but he can tell that the expression isn't directed at his comment so much as what he will fully admit to being him dodging the subject. "What's got you so defensive over this?"

"I am not defensive," he snaps, closing the book in his hands as he finally decides he's not going to get the peace he desires to read it. He stands, magically whisking the book away with a flourish of his fingers and a dim flash of light. "I don't know why you're so interested in this but I would greatly appreciate it if you could refrain from prying into my business on future occasions."

Her mouth opens.

"And do not tell my brother."

It closes again. She blinks at him for several seconds, head cocking to one side as she considers. Loki is fully ready to spell her into silence if he needs to, but as he starts to mention this she agrees with a simple "okay."

This actually shocks him into silence himself, and now he is the one blinking at her. "Beg your pardon?"

"Okay." She repeats with a shrug, and the easy way with which the reply comes is more infuriating than her spending an hour and a half dogging his every footstep with the avid determination of a bloodhound. "I'm sorry."

Well. That was...unexpected.

Loki composes himself with a clearing of his throat and begins to move around the group of couches and chairs she's settled into and towards the doorway, her eyes following him as he goes. "Thank you."

"You've been happier lately, Loki." He hears her say and his footsteps halt in the doorway; he turns back around to face her again, a blank expression on his face. "Whoever she is, I'm glad you met her."

For a moment Loki can't decide whether he's more offended by her unsolicited opinion on his behavior or uncomfortable that he evidently may have a looser grasp on it than he thought. He's noticed no conceivable difference.

Close to three hundred and fifty years ago--a blink in the lifespan of an Asgardian--Loki and his brother had found Quinn encased in a crystal slumber, and after waking her she had spent the next decade struggling to recover from a horrific past and a great deal of suffering and pain. It had taken the both of them in their own ways that long to coax her out of the dull, hollow shell of a person she'd seemed determined to retreat into to cope.

It's for this reason that when Loki's expression becomes something menacingly icy in response to her observation and the soft, sincere smile on her face drops, Loki feels bad. He despises it.

She had no reason to butt into his personal business and he had every right to be angry with her.

But even he appreciates the vibrant, warm person she was, and the part of him that continues to feel bad about wiping the smile off her face doesn't enjoy the idea of being the cause. Loki actually enjoyed her presence from time to time.

Infuriatingly persistent and energetic as she was.

Exhaling, his teeth grinding as he turns away from her again, Loki clasps his hands behind his back and stands there debating with himself for a solid minute. Then he resumes leaving the room, and as he rounds the corner into the hall, he offers her one thing:

"Her name is Cassandra."

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Advent 23: Special Gift

FLUFF! I needed to have some fluff after the heavy chapters before this.

Pairings: Loki / Bucky

Warnings: Language, that's it I think

Dec.23

Special Gift.

Bucky woke to the sensation of something moving against him, followed by soft cool lips pressing to his.

“Good morning James.”

“Mornin' Mischief.” Bucky tightened his arms around Loki. Loki kissed him again. “You sleep well?”

Loki gave a soft laugh. “Better than I have in sometime. I feel safe in your arms Bucky. It's something I had doubted I would feel again.”

“Mmmm. Surprisingly I feel really comfortable with you being right here.” They kissed again. “We are one screwed up couple.”

There was a pounding at the door. “Loki! Are you decent?” Loki sighed. That was clearly Thor.

“We’re clothed!” Bucky yelled at the door. Loki slapped his left arm.

“Bucky! You brat. Yes Thor you are safe to enter.” Loki glared at the still smiling soldier.

“Brother, James. Why are you both dressed and in bed together? Should you not be nude in this situation?

“Thor… Please just shut up. We fell asleep talking is all brother.” Loki shook his head. “Did you find it?”

“Yes I did. Oh, James. Steven was looking for you.” Thor smiled kindly at him.

“Are you going somewhere today Bucky?” Loki looked at him curiously.

“Yeah. I have a last minute thing to pick up in town, so Stevie and I were gonna go have a bit of a day.” Bucky leaned over for one more kiss as he got up. “I’ll see ya tonight Mischief.”

“Alright, Darling. You two soldiers have a good time today then.” Loki let his hand slip through Bucky’s as Bucky left.

“So why does a trickster what a book about the healing crystals we use?” Thor said as he handed the beautifully bound book to his brother.

“I have my reasons. I promise I am not going to damage their crystals Thor. Thank you for finding them for me.”

Thor sat next to his brother on the bed. “I trust you will treat them well. May I watch you work?”

“You trust me not to damage them yet you wish to watch?”

“I simply wish to watch you working your skills. I remember you and mother practicing and how envious I would get that I couldn’t make anything as beautiful as you could.”

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t be an issue as long as you don’t pester me too much, Brother.” Loki was starting to get used to the way Thor smiled every time Loki called him that.

#

Loki was carefully tying the small leather pouch closed when he heard a knocking at his door. Rolling his eyes he strode across the living space of his chambers. “Thor I told you not to pester me. Now, leave me be in peace, please.”

“But I haven’t seen you all day Loki. Maybe I just want a kiss from my boyfriend.” Bucky responded and Loki threw open the door.

“Bucky!” He nearly threw himself into the soldier’s open arms. Bucky pulled his boyfriend into a deep kiss. “Did you have a good day on the town Darling?” Loki asked softly as they let their lips part from each other.

“I did.” Bucky smiled in a way that made Loki squirm a little bit. “I know we are supposed to exchange gifts tomorrow night but I kinda wanna do it now if that’s okay with you Mischief?”

Loki looked at the leather pouch in his hand. “Sure. I still have another part to your gift in my room if you want…”

“Nah. We can save part of it for tomorrow when the other couples are exchanging too. Just come with me.” Bucky grabbed Loki’s hand and started to pull him down the halls towards his own suite of rooms.

Loki hadn’t been in Bucky’s rooms yet and was surprised by how similar they were. He guessed it must be cheaper to make them look alike. He glanced around and then held out the pouch.

“Here James. This is for you.”

Bucky took the pouch and carefully opened it. Inside he found a clear quartz like crystal hanging on a leather strap. As he looked he noticed that the crystal seemed to have some red to it in the right light.

“Loki, what is this?”

“An Asgardian rejuvenation crystal. It was Odin’s prior to his death. I reworked and reinvigorated some of the spells. It is what Thor was bringing me this morning.” Loki said as he carefully watched Bucky’s face.

Bucky scrutinized the stone. “What does it do exactly? I mean a lot of people believe in healing crystals but I know this one has actual power in it. It’s not gonna make my arm grow back is it?”

Loki laughed. “No. It can’t do that, but it should make it hurt less.”

“How did you…”

“I like to watch you train. You don’t just avoid using your arm in ways that might hurt others but you clearly avoid it getting hit too.”

“Well, this one is better than the silver one that HYDRA gave me but I guess some of the wiring goes into my spine and they can’t make them stop irritating it. They also can’t just pull them out as it might paralyze me. You really do pay attention to have noticed that though.” Bucky slipped the leather strap over his neck.

“The longer you wear it the less pain you should be in. It will also help to speed up the healing of any fresh wounds you should gain while wearing it.”

“Wait. Is this how you survived being stabbed?”

A mischievous smile crossed Loki’s face. “Perhaps. Also if you hold it and say my name it should flicker in time with my pulse.”

“What?” Bucky was dumbstruck.

“Here, let me show you.” Loki pulled a similar looking crystal from around his own neck. Holding it in the palm of his hand he simply said, “James.” And the stone pulsed with a soft light. Bucky placed his fingers on his throat and sure enough the flickering matched his heartbeat.

“How is it doing that?”

“Well, magic obviously, but also the crystals are bound to each other. Thor had to find Odin’s crystal because I have my mother’s. She bound them together long before I was even born. Though I can do a great deal with my Seidr I cannot do as much as she could.” Loki sighed sadly. “After you heard what I had said last night I knew I needed to use bound crystals. My own crystal broke when I was stabbed so I needed a new one. Thor gave me Frigga’s as a gift on the Solstice and when I asked this morning, before you were awake and he agreed to bring me Odin’s. No matter where I am in the universe you will be able to see my heart, and it will only beat for you.”

Bucky looked moved, though he didn’t let the tears that threatened to form show. “You sap, Loki.” The crystal lit up, showing just how much his lover’s heart was racing. Bucky pulled Loki into him, kissing the man tenderly.

“I believe you had something you wanted to give me darling.” Loki spoke gently as he caressed Bucky’s cheek.

Before Bucky could say anything there was a rustling sound followed by a small vocalization. Loki turned to look into the room. On the floor was a box wrapped in blue paper with snowflakes on it. The lid of the box was clearly detached as well. There was another rustle and the lid fell off the box. Meowing, the tiny kitten that Bucky had hidden inside the box about ten minutes earlier poked its head up over the edge. Then it placed its mismatched paws on the edge and jumped out.

Loki watched as the tiny kitten that had kept him from killing a man started sniffing around the room. He was so shocked that Bucky had to pick her up and hand her to him.

“’Ello Trixie. What are you doing her my pretty little kitty?” Loki murmured softly to her as she sniffed his face.

“I figured you might like to have another companion you could trust.” Bucky said as he kissed Loki’s cheek. “Merry Christmas, Mischief.”

“But, the man at the store said pets make bad gifts. Why did he let you…”

“You already had asked how much purchasing her would cost. He told me that day that he would hold her until Christmas for you. That’s why Stevie and I went into town today, to bring Trixie home.”

Loki’s face lit up. “You mean I get to keep her?”

Bucky fished a collar out of his jeans pocket. The tag hanging from the rich blue leather made the answer clear.

“Trixie.” Was Etched on the front. The back read. “If found please contact Loki or James Barnes at,” Followed by the phone number of the compound.

“You know the tag makes us sound like a married couple.” Loki smiled as he carefully fastened the collar around his kitten’s neck.

“Does that bother you?” Bucky clearly hadn’t thought about it before.

“No, it just is what it is. Thank you.” Loki was petting Trixie who was purring so loud Bucky figured Tony could hear it in his lab. “I wonder if I could adjust to Loki Barnes as a name?”

“Don’t sweat it Mischief. We can decide that later. I wanna see if she’ll chase a laser pointer.”

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Loki x Sigyn

Love Never Dies | Part XV

Rating: G

Words: 4.259

Summary: Loki enlists the help of Frigga to plot his escape with Sigyn, while Thor grows suspicious of Loki’s behaviour.

Notes: the game of handball referenced can be closest compared to the aztec game of tlachtli. also, i apologise for not updating for a while!

Sigyn’s hands did not entirely fit in Loki’s hands -- that’s not to say they were too large, or that they spilled over his palms, in fact, it was quite the opposite: they were much smaller than his own. Gently, always gently, he clasped his long and dexterous fingers round hers, small, the warmth of her palm, the heat that emanated from her a contrast to his cooler disposition. This time he did not entwine their fingers, but held her hands with a tender strength as she leaned on him -- almost her entire weight, which was hardly a burden to him. He had not his eyes on her, but on her feet as they stood at her side of the bed -- he was helping her cultivate the chore of walking again. Though she could remember the motions, by both muscles and command of thought, her balance was not what it used to be -- but he paid no mind to it in his heart, other than wanting the best for her, and wanting to do anything and everything he could to aide her in her recovery. In his mind, she was amazing in all she did: her progress undefeatable, her heart undeniable, and her aliveness unprecedented. She was, and always had been, and always would be everything good in all the Realms -- a representative of what they could be, what they had the potential to be; or perhaps...more accurately, what he could be, and his own potential.

But Sigyn was far more plagued than that. She did not see her progress -- only regression. She wished to be as she once was, expected far more from herself than was most reasonable, and blamed herself for her short-comings. Thus, resting her hands in her husband’s -- while always having been a joyous privilege before her ‘time away’, seemed to be a cumbersome weight, and not by any account of Loki’s. She appreciated his kindness, his patience -- knowing his impatient nature, though always acknowledging his grace for her -- his willingness to help her and to come at her every beck and call. But it was not Loki’s fault -- none of how she felt was. She carried the weight of a world upon her shoulders, though she had no more world to govern. And it was not to say she was ungrateful, neither bitter or resentful for his bringing her back -- she was nothing but grateful, agreeing with herself to use her life, every moment, that those who gave their lives for her would not have done so in vain; but she wished she could do so much more than attempting to shuffle across his suite.

“Just look at me,” Loki bid her, bending down to meet her level, to close the height gap between them, hoping his presence would reassure her.

And it did -- she raised her eyes from her feet to his green sights that washed over her with an awe that had not left him since the moment they met. She could only smile bashfully as he looked at her, briefly forgetting about the stiffness in her knees and hips as she put one foot in front of the other, then paused to establish her balance.

His own smile brightened when he saw the deep pink emerge in her cheeks, and his thumbs grazed across her knuckles with a sweetness. “Soon, you will be beating me at handball once again -- despite my own advantage.”

“’Advantage’?” she hummed back with a coy eye on him. “You mean my...how did you put it...’vertical challenge’?”

He chuckled with snark. “Something of that nature,” he teased, quieting himself as he helped balance her as her other foot pressed forward. “I do miss it there. I remember when you first taught me handball.”

“You towered over every one,” she laughed in a breath.

“I may not have had any indication of my parentage here, but there...”

“You were a giant among us,” she beamed, “though the Dryads felt most at home with you.”

“And I enjoyed their company,” he recalled with an amiable mind’s eye -- the tall tree creatures that seemed to come alive from the forest of blue trunks and leaves. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on one -- thinking it to be some strange spell cast by a wielder of nature magic, only to accidentally offend the being by inspecting it so curiously. Eventually, he’d come to be known as their friend, when it was shown that the Queen trusted him, and when Sigyn taught him the game of handball, he was given the opportunity to compete recreationally among the Dryads, given his height in comparison to the average Nashtari. But the game had become more than that to him as the years went on; as her bodyguard, Loki had to know where the Queen was at any given moment, even at night -- thus, he’d been all the more perturbed when she would sneak from her suite. Having followed her the second night she evaded him, he found her in the kitchen, cooking for herself a midnight meal, during which he confronted her, chastising her not to be so reckless -- to which she responded only with a bowl of food to share with him. She had not been used to being so attended to, she said; she did not feel comfortable in such a setting, feeling it a luxurious prison, and she asked with kindness -- though beneath it, he felt it had been more of a plead -- that he allow her this grace. He agreed, only under one condition: that he join her. Thus, they created their own midnight ritual every so often of cooking and ending the excursion with a game of handball in the palace courtyard. There, they would talk, and there he found within himself a capacity he thought he’d lost -- a capacity for a tenderness he had not known. 

He knew, he could see it on her face, as plain as the white paint that once covered it, that she missed her old capabilities -- but he tried not to say anything, afraid to wound her more than help her. Thus, he only kept his hands on her, encouraging her with a gentle refrain that he was there with her.

She let out a quiet yelp as her ankle gave way beneath her, and her grip on his hands suddenly flew into a drastic exertion -- squeezing his fingers as she sank swiftly to the floor beneath her --

Only to be caught by him. One hand grasping onto hers, and the other flying to cradle the small of her back as his arm wrapped around her in support.

“I have you,” he told her, hearing the shaken breaths that trembled from her. “Shall we conclude for today?” he asked, her head resting upon the crook of his neck, where his lips brushed against her hair as they whispered.

She only nodded as she continued to catch her breath, a exhilarating clarity going through her mind from the brief fright -- she ignored it and abstained to wisdom, where she felt she should rest for the moment. 

He agreed, and helped her back to her bed, picking her up and placing her beneath the myriad of blankets, only to take his place beside her, sitting by her waist as he brushed the stray hair that pestered her features. “You did much better today,” he commended her, “Soon, I have no doubt, you will be well enough to leave for our refuge.”

She offered him a smile in return for his kind words, not entirely sure she believed them, herself. 

“In fact, Mother has been avid in a search for a way out of Asgard and to our destination. She and I have been coordinating several portals that will take us there. She wishes for me to meet with her in the star viewing room, but I have thus far refused,” he admitted.

“Why, my love?” Sigyn outstretched a hand to his with a furrow of her brow.

“I will not leave you,” he stated firmly, truthfully.

She only smiled. “Go, Loki,” she beckoned. “Go to her -- there may be some piece of wisdom for our journey you both can share with one another.”

He shook his head again. “I will not.”

“As stubborn as you are very handsome,” she simpered.

“Indeed,” he raised a brow in knowing agreement.

She only chuckled. “I want you to go.”

“Are you trying to be rid of me?” he teased.

“Not directly,” she baited with a grin.

He leaned to bestow a kiss upon her head, where he lingered just a little longer than he needed to -- simply wanting to soak in every aspect of her and her essence before he moved away again. “Very well. It would be the better if I saw the star charts which she references. Any small misunderstanding or miscalculation could prove unfruitful,” he mused, more as a way of convincing himself, trying to goad his body into moving from his place.

Sigyn only quelled him with a quiet hand on his.

He took in a sharp breath as he looked from her hand to her eyes, and gave her a subtle nod. “I will be back presently -- do not get up from this bed,” he pointed directly at her as he stood. 

“I wait eagerly for your return,” she purred as she watched him close the bed curtains and depart from the suite, leaving him in a deficit to concentrate on his approaching task.

Thus, Sigyn was left alone. 

He did not like the idea of her being alone -- not because he did not trust her, or that he had little faith in her, and the thought of her falling like she had the last time was there in his mind, but it was not what unsettled him. Now, whenever he thought of her as being alone, all he could think about was her aloneness when she had been...away, as she said. Alone in a graveless slumber, in a rift of his own making between space and time where no one could have found her, save for himself. Alone. Like he had been, alone in the Titan’s clutches, with no one to answer his cries neither screams. He had not the comfort of his wife, nor his home, save for the bitter reassurance that he would break free one day and reclaim what had been taken from him -- starting with his beloved. And he had done so now, and she was no longer alone, and neither was he. So why, then, did he feel so empty, still? 

He wondered, briefly, though doubted it with every piece of his heart, whether she had been just as desperate in her slumber as he had been in prison -- for while they were parted, they were both simultaneously alone, and he only hoped she had not felt the clutches of terror and loneliness as he had. He had asked her, just last night, in a veiled attempt to garner an idea of what she had been through, hoping not to press her to talk about what made her uncomfortable; yet, to his surprise, she confided in him willingly about her ordeal on...’the otherside’. He asked her, beseeched her forgiveness, if he had taken her from being reunited with their sons when he brought her back -- to which she had answered, no, she had not been reunited with them. His heart had skipped a long beat, with a thick swallow, and he recognised the moment she saw the fear in his face, and she only smiled. She clarified by telling him what she meant was, she had no experience on ‘the otherside’ whatsoever. All she remembered was black, as though she had fallen asleep, into some dreamless hibernation. She could not think, she could not see, she was not aware of anything around her, save for black. And when he woke her, she felt only a day had gone by, and she had been startled to realise the truth when he gently broke it to her. She told him she held him not accountable for anything, but thanked him for all his work to keep her safe -- and while he did not say it aloud he felt he should not be thanked. 

He did not like the idea of leaving her alone thence. But to leave her, if only for a few moments to see his Mother was a trade which he would have to make, if only for Sigyn’s betterment. 

Frigga was waiting for him in the star viewing room, standing over a projection of an orrery depicting the Nine Realms, intent on its movements and its predictions -- nearly so intent she hardly heard her son come through the doors.

“Forgive my tardiness, Mother,” Loki said, sincerely, this time, as he approached her opposite, glancing down at the model of the Realms. 

“Thank you for joining me, Loki,” she greeted him, giving him a quiet yet heartfelt smile. “I am sorry to pull you away from your...preoccupations,” she insinuated, hovering a hand over the Realm of Midgard, where it suddenly became larger and more enhanced for them to see. 

The younger made his way round the table towards his mother to see the model, focusing on where their safe haven had been made by his own hands some years ago. “Have you found any paths safe enough for her to travel?” his voice dipped into worry.

“I have found paths, but not all of them safe,” she confessed, pulling another projection of Asgard beside Midgard to compare the two.

“She is still weak, Mother -- she can hardly walk,” he tried not to fret, hearing his wife’s voice in his head to keep a stillness in his chest, to remember faith and trust; and while it seemed to work for some little while, such stillness was not in his nature, this she knew, thus he would resort to the endless nervous fidgeting of his fingers as he watched his mother pull up a pathway between the two worlds.

“I know, my son, I know,” she quelled him, motioning to what she found: “This is the closest and safest route I have found thus far -- it is tucked nicely away, I hardly think Heimdall will be able to see you when you take its path. Even so, I will do all I can to conceal you.”

He looked at it, moving it with his hands to get a better idea of its perils and its advantages -- but he stopped as he felt a certain uneasiness between them, and his eye fell to her from its corner. “What is it?”

She sighed briefly, as she took back control of the image and made it smaller to show the path going between both worlds. “You will only have one, precise chance to get through it. The rift will open at a very particular time when both worlds are in a brief state of orbit -- if you miss it, this path will not open for another year, and we will have to find another route.”

Loki pursed his lips watching as the orrery predicted the happening: and in all but a flash, he saw the pathway appear and disappear. But it would not be so difficult, he thought, as long as they were in the right place at the right time, they would have to worry about nothing: the rift on Midgard was hardly a journey to where he’d made their haven, and he could carry Sigyn that small distance, he would do that and more for her, of course! As opposed to the other routes his mother had discarded due to need to climb mountains or find oneself underwater, or be out in the open, this one pathway seemed the wisest -- and this particular time he would defer to wisdom. “When does it open?”

“In three days,” she answered. “Its opening on this world is just outside the palace; it will open during the night, which will make it easier for me to ensure no one will be there to see you leave.”

He stopped, turning fully now to see his Mother -- the woman who may not have birthed him, but the woman who had loved him as her own, no matter what other members of the Royal House had thought or how they had treated him. She had loved him, provided for him as best she could -- even now, especially now when she knew she could be punished for aiding him in an escape. For while he had been allowed to reside in the palace, if only for her sake, he knew more than well it was a prison. He did not know what to say -- the tongue that so easily crafted jewelled words was at a loss, remaining silent.

Frigga knew her son well enough to know its absence of speech was not to be ignored, and she looked to him, finding his eyes on her, and she worried for a moment. “What is it?” she asked, thinking perhaps she should choose some other rift, or that there was a flaw in their plan he could already anticipate.

But Loki bowed his head, taking in a laboured breath as he cleared his throat. “I know not how I can repay you,” he finally decided upon, knowing nothing done came freely -- at least, that was what had been drilled into him by Odin from a young age, and even in his own personal experiences. Nothing was free, not even love -- and while Sigyn had given him freedom, had wanted nothing in return for her love, for her kindness and her mercy, she eventually paid for it when he failed to protect her. Nothing was free, especially not love. 

But she looked at him, this mother at her son, and when her eyes searched him -- for he would not look at her now -- her heart sank just a little as she cupped a hand round his cheek, tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear, just like she used to when he could fit on her lap. “You owe me nothing, Loki,” she whispered. “You never have,” her words came as heavy as her breath as she wondered what different she could have done to keep him from his fate, which was standing plainly before her now. 

His heart struggled inside of him, his fingers picking at each other as he gnawed the inside of his lips, unsure what to do with himself, uncomfortable with this sudden display of weakness before his mother -- the woman he’d wanted to impress all his life, the woman he’d wanted nothing more than to please and appease since he could remember. He could only swallow thickly to shove down the emotion that had boiled to his surface before he could not control it. And when finished grappling with himself, winning over himself once again, he held his head high, standing to his full breadth before her as he exhaled heavily, yet silently -- erasing all sign of weakness in front of her, but thereby only confirming its presence altogether.

“You owe me nothing but...”

And there it was. He was liable to sink back down, but he refused -- he refused to bow to himself, to give into the dread and the begging as he once had, he refused to break this time.

“...your happiness. And your peace of mind,” she murmured, letting her hand fall from him, where she mirrored him in his fidgeting -- a talent he learned from her, of course, and one to which she was not blind.

A hitch in his throat and he faltered just a little, but nonetheless stood tall. A glimmer of surprise ebbing through his features as he regained his composure, closed his mouth again, and drew another quaint breath. “Then I will not fail you, Mother,” he added, forcing a smile, drawing through the shock and the gratitude that seemed to hit him directly in the stomach.

She only smiled widely. “Good,” she nodded, then turned from him back to the orrery as she mimicked his breath. “Then I will ensure a path for you in the twenty-second hour, three days from now.” 

“Thank you, Mother,” he answered, and committed to memory the plan and what they would need for their journey before he left the Queen of Asgard’s presence to return to his own Queen who waited for him patiently. 

Much too patiently at times, he thought. If there was ever such a thing as too much patience he felt Sigyn possessed it all -- and while some would call him lucky, he called himself foolish; not for his marriage to her, but because he could never seem to learn from his own mistakes, despite how many times he was forgiven. Nonetheless, this was no fault of his wife’s, and he would never speak to her of it, well, perhaps only rarely, he did not wish to burden her --

“Brother!” he heard a familiar voice call to him as he exited the star room, where he turned to see Thor return from another corridor. A little quieter this time, Loki was impressed, though invariably still perturbed. “Feeling better?” Thor asked and came to walk beside him.

“Not any more,” Loki returned, and while normally he would do well to commit in banter with his brother, he had no desire to today -- his mind far too preoccupied to think on anything other than Sigyn and getting back to her.

“I have hardly seen you leave your suite,” he began again, still remaining by his side. “Jane says you have been unwell for some while -- I admit some concern, brother,” he confessed, hoisting a book beneath his arm as he walked.

“As do I, for you -- it is not often you read. Surely, that must be a sign of the end times,” well, perhaps a bit of banter would not hurt him entirely.

Thor took no offense, instead he took Loki’s jab as a good thing -- that perhaps his brother was feeling more himself than he had been. “Perhaps I do not amass as many books as you, but I do read. Alas, it is not mine, but for Jane. She wanted something to read before she went to bed, and I told her I had just the book,” he said proudly.

“Please tell me it is not that book of battles won and conquered you used to beg Odin to read to you when you were a child,” Loki huffed. 

“I thought it would be nice to share something with her,” Thor protested.

“Somehow I have the feeling she will not be impressed,” he paused, then eyed his brother as he looked into his book, trying to find the perfect tale to share with her. “Is she well?”

The question struck Thor as unusual coming from Loki, and he stopped his reading to look at him. “Yes, she is...fine,” he nodded.

“Has she said anything of me?” Loki questioned again -- already producing threats in his mind if the little bug had said anything to Thor of Sigyn.

Thor stopped altogether this time, and frowned, unsure whether or not this was still some sort of jesting between them. “Surely, your ego can suffer the lack of attention from her,” he continued, “Besides, I thought you hate Midgardians, why would you care what she thought?” 

“I do not,” he snapped back. “I care only that she does not tell everyone my goings on,” Loki persisted down the hall without turning back to his brother.

“Have you involved her in some scheme of yours?” Thor grew further suspicious, taking several steps to catch up with him.

“Why must you always assume the worst of me?”

“Why must you always draw suspicion?” 

Loki stopped and turned directly in front of Thor, no longer jesting. “Whatever I do is no business of yours or anyone’s. I only wish to be left alone -- so I suggest you keep your mind off of what I choose to do, and keep that girl close to you while you still have her. She will not be with you forever.” Such a warning came not only from annoyance, but also from caring -- though he would never admit it. He would not want his brother to suffer the pain he, himself, had endured; and he hoped to push Thor away just enough so his disappearance in three days’ time would not come as such a wound, but an expectancy. 

Thor watched as Loki took only a few more steps before he paused in front of his suite’s door -- straightening his clothes, running a hand through his hair, and taking a heavy breath in, before he opened the door and quietly closed it behind him. Thor had grown used to Loki’s oddity over all the years they’d grown together, and while he chastised himself for not showing it, for being some reason that Loki had made the choices he had, he knew his brother better than any one alive. And he knew he was hiding something -- something that disconcerted Loki, that he hardly knew how to handle, and that in itself was rarity. But it worried Thor even more. For all their faults, he still loved his brother, and he refused to give up on him this time.

[hela-avenger]

To the Stars Who Listen- Part 7

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1977

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: This one’s a bit long and the next one will also be pretty long. I’ve just got a lot I want to include!  Tags are open! (Send me an ask/message/response.)

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Loki scowled as you led him once more out of the beaten path. He’s forced to descend down the damn hill again until you are content at the bare field that laid ahead of you. Loki glares at the sun that is beating down at them but is relieved at the cool breeze that flowed through the nearby trees. 

“Why did you bring me out here again?” Loki asks. “Isn’t the point of an indoor training facility is to train indoors?”

“After the incident from yesterday morning I decided it would be best if we trained away from everyone,” you answer. “I really don’t need to hear more of my friends confessing things to me.”

“Come on,” Loki drawls. “I’m sure a tiny part of you enjoyed it.” 

You hadn’t and yet a sharp sting runs down your spine at his words. As if your power was reprimanding you for lying to yourself. You try to ignore it but involuntarily shiver and Loki grins at the action. 

You hate his grin. 

You don’t necessarily hate him even though you had many reasons to. 

Loki destroyed New York in an attempt to rule over mankind. He also got his ass chewed out by his parents when he got sent back home. 

Now he was here, claiming to be better, reformed. 

You had yet to see it but noticing how miserable Loki was in the past months roaming the halls of the Tower you knew the slow punishment was certainly fitting the crime. 

Though now, things seem to be working out for him. 

“Look, I don’t want to question your superior knowledge on this matter but there has to be another way for me to expel the excess power I keep surging,” you state. “I can’t be blasting things hours at end so I don’t physically implode.” 

“There are other ways but they’re more complicated,” Loki answers as he crosses his arms. He was hoping that would put an end to that question but you pestered on.  

“So?” you ask him. “I can handle it.” 

Loki snorts. 

The arrogance you held was comedic. He would blame your humanity for the awful trait but his brother and his merry band of friends were endowed with it too. 

“You’re asking me to teach you how to wield your seidr,” Loki explains. “In mortal words that should help you comprehend, you want me to teach you how to cast spells. It will expel your powers but not as quickly or as greatly as the siphons will.” 

“So is that a yes?” you ask him unable to fight the smile on your lips. Loki rolls his eyes but you continue. “Come on. I’m trying to find the silver lining to this new power. If I can cast spells like a witch then I want to learn.”

“I take offense to the word witch,” Loki mutters, noticing how your fingers fidget with the gold siphons. Your obvious discomfort of them was written so plainly on your face. “Even if you could cast spells, you’ll still have to wear and use the siphons daily.”

 “Are you agreeing to teach me then?” you ask him. For once you were excited at the prospect of this lesson. 

“My spells of expertise reside on tricks and lies,” Loki explains. “They won’t work for you so I will have to figure out spells that rely on your ability of the truth.” 

“Seriously?” you deflate. “There’s nothing you can teach me today?” 

“Well I had planned to teach you how to pull out secrets and confessions in a more covert way, but you won’t allow my lesson, will you?” 

You shake your head and Loki rubs his eyes tiredly. 

“Just teach me something simple!” you offer. “Something that you as a kid managed to pull off and then I’ll subject myself to your lesson without questions or commentary.” 

Loki watches you silently realizing that you needed this distraction. It’s been obvious from the beginning that this power was something you hated. He was confused by this anger. Had it been him in your shoes, Loki would be elated to be more powerful than before. 

Of course, you were a different breed. 

From what he could tell by his observations, you were beloved by all. Strong, kind, and smart to be considered at the same level as many of these heroes you surround yourself with. You did it all by yourself and with the single motivation of wanting to do good for the world. 

Your intentions are and have always been so pure that Loki wonders if that is why the Book of Veritas deemed you worthy to release its power into you. 

“I can teach you how to shield…” 

“Come on, I know you have something more fun up your sleeve,” you interject. 

Loki tries to think but he finds himself distracted by the warm smile on your face. He’s seen it in the company of others but never had it been directed to him. You had never spent this much time with him to deem him one. 

“I uh… I cast childish spells. They all rhymed too. I don’t think…” 

Loki doesn’t understand why his mind drives him to that particular memory again. Of floating rose petals and impossible possibilities. He’s horrified by it. Especially as you take notice of it. 

“You know of one,” you point out, your smile widening. “What is it?” 

Loki hesitates but he knows that if he withholds his response for too long you’ll be onto him in seconds. You’ll pry the answer out of him. The truth coming out one way or another. 

“It was a foolish love spell.” 

“A love spell?” you repeat amused. “Little Loki wanted to fall in love?” 

Surprisingly enough, you don’t laugh or make fun of him. Loki is wary by the lack of it but answers your question nonetheless.

“I desired the opposite actually,” he explains. “I don’t wish to ever fall in love.” 

“And why is that?” 

“I’m not going to answer that,” Loki states. 

You’re very curious to know the answer, but Loki’s privacy was one you had yet to invade without his permission. He deserves to keep his secrets in the same way that you didn’t always deserve the truth. 

“So how do I cast this love spell?” you ask him. 

“Wish to fall in love?” Loki asks, turning the focus on you. 

You shrug carelessly, “Maybe.” 

“Don’t have enough admirers already?” 

“What are you going on about?” you ask with a roll of your eyes. “I don’t have any admirers.” 

“You can’t be serious.” 

You stare at him confused and Loki sighs in response. 

“You are.” 

Loki looks away in exasperation causing you to fidget again.  

“Just spit it out already,” you exclaim. 

“Bucky and Sam admitted they found you attractive yesterday morning,” Loki states. “And don’t get me started on the Captain…” 

“Steve doesn’t see me that way,” you sigh. “We’re just friends. All of them are my friends.” 

“Well, all of your friends are attracted to you.” 

You can’t avoid the sudden warmth that encompasses your face as you realize he’s being honest. You try to stammer out a response but the words are useless. 

“I uh… I mean… They’re not…” 

You take a deep breath trying to ignore Loki’s obvious amusement. 

“I don’t see any of them that way,” you respond curtly. “They are attractive men. Actually very attractive. I’m honestly surprised that the entire team hasn’t been poached by a model agency by now.” 

“You’re straying away from the point.” 

“Right, well…” you stumble. “The point is that I don’t find myself romantically attracted to them. They’re great guys but I need more.”

Loki doesn’t really care for your explanation and yet he finds himself intrigued. 

What more could you possibly want? 

You had the whole world in your hands and yet you desired more.  

There was only one way to find the answer and he dreaded the mere thought of it. 

“The love spell needs some binding elements,” Loki states. “I used rose petals but you can use whatever you can find.” 

You can’t help the smile on your face as he conjures a small gold bowl in his hands for you to use. You eagerly take it from him and Loki watches as you skip away to collect whatever you can find. 

“You are going to bind your desires to these elements so I would suggest you choose wisely.” 

You heed his warnings before coming back to him. 

“Ok I’ve got them,” you tell him. “What now?” 

Loki looks down at the filled bowl and scowls. 

A few autumn leaves, daisies, and blades of grass. 

“Interesting choices,” Loki mutters. “Do you have your spell in mind?” 

“No,” you answer. “But why don’t you tell me how yours went and I can just… copy that.” 

Loki notices the mischief laced in your smile. Your intentions were so blatantly clear because you had no wish to hide them from him. He wonders if this was a side effect of your powers or if it was from your original character. 

“A yellow rose petal for friendship, a white one for youth, a red rose petal for love and a blue one for truth,” Loki states. “...And that is all you’re hearing from me. The rest is none of your concern.” 

“Fine,” you smile. “Keep the juicy bits to yourself.”

You take a deep breath and look down at the contents inside your bowl.

“For my heart I wish to have... a man who loves me with all that he has. Blades of grass to signal he’s lean. A fighter, a lover, a man of means. Autumn leaves and daisies of plenty. I hope to find love when I least expect it.” 

Loki could taste the magic in the air. He closes his eyes and feels the warmth and softness brush against his skin. He waits to hear your shocked gasp as the elements in the bowl begin to float away but it never comes. 

“Is something supposed to happen?” you ask him as he opens his eyes to find the bowl still filled. “I feel like something should have happened.” 

“You’re indeed right,” Loki frowns. “Your binding elements should have flown away to find your perfect pair.” 

“Did I do it wrong?” 

Loki shakes his head. He could still feel the residue of your magic and the spell was perfectly casted. 

“Repeat it again.” 

So you do feeling the bowl grow warm in your hands. 

The magic is more pungent now and Loki feels how heavy it lays around them. Before he could decipher the phenomenon, the entire contents of the bowl blew up between them. You and Loki are covered in the debris of grass, shrivelled up leaves, and daisy petals. 

“Ok,” you cough out. “Was that supposed to happen?” 

“Not at all,” Loki scowls as he brushes off the remains from his person. 

“What does it mean?” you ask as you pull off a petal from your hair. 

The magic was fading away from the air and Loki had no explanation to offer as to why your love spell had gone wrong. 

Perhaps your demands were too much, but if that were the case that meant Loki’s spell had actually worked while yours didn’t. Someone who wanted love couldn’t achieve it while someone who didn’t had. 

Loki lets out a sigh. 

“I have no idea,” Loki shrugs as he takes the bowl from your hand and makes it disappear. “You might have infused too much of your power in it and burnt out the spell.” 

You can’t help but chuckle. 

Loki wasn’t necessarily lying but he wasn’t telling you the entire truth. The thing that surprised you immensely was that you really didn’t care to know what he could possibly be hiding. 

Not this time. Perhaps not ever.

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