#loki x female disabled reader

[vbecker10]

This might be an odd request, but could you please write a Loki x disabled!reader fic where the reader has Functional Neurologic Disorder and is having a really bad brain fog day? Like they can’t remember what someone two seconds ago kinda bad? I know it’s very specific but I never get to see my disability portrayed anywhere so I thought I’d give it a shot. Thanks for your consideration❤️

Don't Forget

Pairing: Loki x female/disabled reader (Y/N) - established relationship

Summary: You and Loki have been together just over a year and you moved into his apartment three weeks ago. He has been on a mission for the last five days and you are determined to make his homecoming special since it is the first time he's been away since you started living together. Unfortunately, you've been so busy and stressed trying to get things ready that you're FND symptoms become worse and you worry they will ruin your plans.

Background Info: Female reader has Functional Neurologic Disorder (FND) with the following symptoms - numbness / temporary paralysis in legs which requires the intermittent use of a wheelchair, light sensitivity, heat intolerance and memory issues. I know that these are not all of the symptoms of FND and there are several types and degrees of severity but these are the symptoms I included based on the request.

A/N: @fallingfastfailingfaster thank you so much for this request! I really really hope you like it! 💚💚

You turn off your alarm and reach over for Loki but his side of the bed is still empty. You sigh but quickly remember he will finally be home later today. A smile spreads across your lips, it's been five lonely nights and you can't wait to see him again.

You throw off your sheets and realize, much to your disappointment, that you can't feel your legs. They are completely numb and unresponsive when you try to move them. The muscles in your legs had been weak last night but you hoped they would be better this morning even though you know that isn't how it works. You groan as you sit up, today is not the day you want to deal with this. You reach for your wheelchair which thankfully you placed nearby last night and transfer yourself before heading out of the bedroom.

You roll into the living area and turn the lights on then quickly turn them off again as they instantly hurt your eyes. They seem far too bright this morning so you decide you'll just have to do without them. Pulling open the curtains instead, you let the morning light in then head to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee because coffee makes everything better.

When you roll over the threshold into the kitchen you pause. The green glow of Loki's seidr travels through the kitchen and you smile, watching it transform the room. The base cabinets become shorter, enabling the countertops and appliances to lower to an accessible height. The sink cabinet reconfigures so you can roll your chair under it to use it better. All of the handles on the upper cabinets lower so you can reach them without stretching as far, they already have a shelf system which allows you to pull them down so you can grab what you need.

You sit back while the kitchen renovates itself and remember the first morning after you moved in with Loki.

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You needed to use your wheelchair since you were exhausted from moving and he was shocked by how difficult it was for you to use the kitchen. He asked if you would prefer he had the kitchen adjusted by Stark's team of contractors but you told him no.

"You're too tall to use the kitchen if you lower everything so I can use it," you told him as you struggled to reach the toaster which was pushed against the back splash.

He moved it towards you then smirked, "You figured out my master plan."

You laughed and said, "I forgot who I was talking to for a minute. What master plan does the great God of Mischief have now?"

"To avoid doing the dishes ever again by making it nearly impossible for me to use the kitchen properly," he chuckled. He leaned down and kissed your cheek lightly.

You shook your head but couldn't hide your smile, telling him, "That is a horrible plan."

You reminded him that you wouldn't always need to use your wheelchair so redoing the kitchen permanently might not be very helpful to either of you. He had thought it over for a few hours, digging through some of his old books before he finally found a spell he could adjust slightly for the perfect solution.

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You reach the coffeemaker easily and turn it on then go back to your bedroom to get dressed for work. Half an hour later you pick up your bag from the coffee table and head to the front door. Your attention catches on the small sign you hung by the door. One of your oldest friends gave it to you as a joke when you moved in.

"Keys," you say out loud as you jingle them in your hand. "Wallet, phone, tablet," you read off the next items as you double check your bag on your lap. "Coffee," you read the next item, "Ahh crap!" You return to the kitchen to find your coffee lukewarm at best, still sitting in the coffeemaker. You sigh and check the clock on the stove, thankfully you still have enough time to make a second cup.

You put a lid on the cold coffee and place it in the fridge, deciding you'll have ice coffee tomorrow. You grab a post-it note from the side of the fridge and write 'ice coffee' in large letters hoping you'll see it when you are getting ready tomorrow. You put it between the note reminding you to pick up the cupcakes at 2PM and a picture of you and Loki in the park.

You smile at the picture, it was one of the first you took together when you started dating just over a year ago. Your memory for little daily tasks may be worse than terrible some days but thankfully you could remember every second you spent with him.

You pull yourself away from the memory and head towards the door again, ready to leave for work. Reaching for the knob, you suddenly you remember why you had gone back into the kitchen in the first place and rub your temples in annoyance. You head back to the kitchen and sit in front of the coffeemaker, afraid if you look away for even a second you will forget it once more.

You head straight to Agent Hill's office when you get to the floor where you with. You remind her that you will only be working until noon since Loki is arriving around 4PM.

"Are you sure you want to work today?" she asks, looking at your chair and not you. "If you're not feeling well, you can take the day off."

"I'm fine," you assure your boss. If you took off every day you didn't feel 100%, you would work around five days a year.

"You have plenty of sick time," she continues to insist you aren't well enough to work. You fight to not roll your eyes, just because you needed help getting around today didn't mean you were suddenly incapable of working.

"I told you, I'm fine," you repeat, keeping your voice even. Before she can respond, you take your tablet out of your bag and ask her, "You need the paperwork for case file X-176 and H-778 today right? The rest can wait until tomorrow, I think." You check your notes to make sure you get all your work in before you need to leave for the day.

"Yes, just those two files," she answers. "But like I said, if you need the day-"

"I'll have them to you soon," you promise then turn your chair away from her, not allowing room for her to make another comment.

You sigh when you close the door but only a second later you run into another annoying problem. Steve and Sam are walking down the hall in the direction of your office and you know the second you make eye contact with Steve what he is going to do.

"Good morning, Y/N," he says in his typically cheerful voice as he grabs onto the handles of your wheelchair.

"Hi Steve, hi Sam," you greet them both. "You don't need to do that," you tell Steve for the hundredth time.

"Its not a problem," he answers then continues his conversation with Sam as if you are simply an object he is moving. You know he means well but every time he does this, your mind returns to a post you saw on Pinterest a few years ago. It showed how to install small plastic spikes onto your handles so people can't just grab them and push you around. Nothing made you feel less independent then having someone just roll you around without even interacting with you.

Thankfully Loki never does that. He always asks if you want or need his help before touching your chair, he has never assumed you can't do things by yourself. He knows you are fiercely independent and he always supports you, it is one of the many, many things you love about him.

You rest your head on one hand with your elbow on the desk, hoping your headache will go away before Loki gets home. It started pounding as soon as you closed the door to your office this morning and hasn't let up.

Your office is the same temperature as always but you fell like it is ninety degrees. You drink another sip of water and close your eyes for a moment, feeling your heart beating faster. Wiping away a bit of sweat from your forehead, you ask J.A.R.V.I.S what the temperature in the room is for the fifth or sixth time. Again, it tells you the room is seventy degrees but your body doesn't believe it. You roll to the window near your desk and open it as much as you can reach to try and let the breeze in.

Your alarm goes off a half an hour later and you look at it curiously, wondering why you set it. When you check the message attached to the alarm you smile, your done for the day finally and Loki will be back in a few hours. You check your email for a third time to make sure you sent Agent Hill the two case files that were due today and shut down your computer.

Thankfully your memory issues weren't an issue when it came to doing your work today. You had notes and reminders all over your desk and computer so you wouldn't miss a step. Loki had suggested you write out your whole process one day when your memory wasn't so foggy and it was incredibly helpful for days like today.

You leave your office and make your way back to your apartment, luckily avoiding Steve or anyone else who wanted to be helpful. You decide to get changed quick before heading out to run your errands, the final task of the day is to pick up the cupcakes you ordered.

Loki has a substantial sweet tooth and the bakery you ordered from is special to you both. It was only a few blocks from the Tower and it was his favorite one in the city. He had taken you there after you saw a movie on your first date, sharing pastries and talking until closing. You surprised Loki with a treat from there a few weeks later when he came back from a short mission to Russia. It quickly become a tradition, whenever Loki came home after being away for a week or longer, you would pick up something for him from there.

He would sometimes bring you one of your favorite pastries and a small bunch of flowers when you were having an especially rough time with your FND. You really appreciated the way he would try and make you smile no matter how badly you were feeling.

Even though Loki had been gone less than a week, you still wanted to surprise him tonight. Since it was the first time he had left since you moved in together, it felt like something you wanted to celebrate. You had planned on making a home cooked meal as well. It was hard not to laugh at how eloquently he complained about the food SHIELD provided when he was on a mission.

You get off the bus at the grocery store and try not to be too annoyed. It is always such a pain to take public transportation with your wheelchair but what was really bothering you was that you should have done this errand already. You had meant to grocery shop two days ago, when you had the day off from work but you got distracted doing your laundry and other things. By the time you remembered that you were supposed to pick up the ingredients to make dinner, it was too late to go out.

You wait on the long line with your basket of groceries resting on your lap, thinking about the last time you came shopping here with Loki.

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"No, that one," you giggled and pointed to the cereal on the very top shelf.

"This one specifically?" he asked and you nodded when he grabed the box without having to stretch at all.

"You are so useful," you told him when he added it to the cart he was pushing. You rolled next to him down the aisle.

"I knew you were only keeping me around because of my height," he joked then kissed the top of your head.

"Its not the only reason," you smiled up at him. "But it's definitely on the list."

"Speaking of," he paused. "Is this everything that was on the list?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted with a frown when you glanced into the partially full cart. You had left the list on the kitchen counter with your reusable bags, of course.

He took your hand and said, "Take your time."

You bit your lip and looked at the cart, trying to compare it to the list you had written while eating breakfast. "Something is missing," you felt sure of it. Loki stood quietly with you, not rushing you while you thought. "Eggs," you looked up at him excitedly when it finally popped into your head.

He smiled, "To the eggs." He followed you to the back of the store, as he had three times previously that trip, never once complaining.

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You smile to yourself, still thinking about Loki, as the line finally moves. He is one of the few people you know who has never made you feel stupid or annoying for not being able to remember things. You told him once when you first started dating that you couldn't stand it when people treated you as if you weren't smart because of your memory issues and it hurt. Since then, he has always encouraged you to find the missing piece yourself first and only fills in the blanks if you ask him to.

You put the finishing touches on the lasagna and slide into the oven as your phone chimes on the counter. You pick it up and see a text from Loki telling you he's back. The smile on your face fades quickly as you realize this means you had lost track of time. You had hoped to meet him at the landing pad, you wanted to see him the minute he was home. Apparently you set up your alarm to remind you to go down and meet him, but you forgot to turn it on.

A few minutes later you hear the front door unlock and you wheel yourself into the living area to greet him. He opens the door and immediately bends down to kiss you, wrapping you in a tight hug. When he finally releases you from his hold he smiles and says, "I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too," you look up at him, you couldn't be happier to have him home.

He walks back towards the door to hang up his bag then turns on the lights without thinking. You instantly raise your hand to cover your eyes and look down as the over head light feels painfully bright. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, noticing your discomfort. He comes to your side and waves his hand, dimming the lights. "Tell me when it is okay, sweetheart," he says.

You lower your hand slightly and when it no longer hurts you tell him, "That's perfect, thanks."

He kisses your cheek and then asks, "How you are feeling?" He moves towards the couch and you follow him.

"Have the lights been bothering you all day as well?" his tone is a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I'm fine," you answer but he raises his eyebrow and tilts his head, you know he wants the truth and not what you tell everyone else. You admit you are having a rough day, "When I woke up I couldn't use my legs at all and my memory is absolutely gone today."

You push yourself onto the couch next to Loki and he shifts so his arm is around you. "Yeah, I didn't even turn them on what I got to my office. It felt like the room was on fire today too, it gave me such a headache," you tell him.

"I'm sorry you didn't feel well today," he runs his fingers through your hair slowly. "Have you been pushing yourself too hard?" he asks and you shrug, not looking at him. "I know you want to do everything but you need to remember to rest." You nod and he pulls you closer.

"-and then I told Thor that if he wasn't on the jet in the next two minutes, I was going to have them take off without him," Loki chuckles.

"You did not threaten to leave your brother in Siberia," you put your hand over your mouth.

"I had been away from you long enough," he smiles and you lean towards him, kissing his cheek. His smiles vanishes and he looks into the kitchen, "Is something burning?"

You turn to look towards the kitchen, "Oh no! Did I forget to set the timer?"

He gets up quickly and shuts off the oven before opening it and freeing a cloud of black smoke. Your heart sinks as you get back in your chair and go to the kitchen. He puts the charred remains of your lasagna in the sink and waves off the smoke so the fire alarm doesn't go off.

"I can't believe I ruined it," you look down.

Loki kneels in front of you and touches your shoulder gently, "I'm sorry, I know how hard you worked on that." You fight to hold back tears and he says, "It's okay, darling. We can order take out tonight, have a bit of dessert and watch a movie. This weekend you can show me how you make your famous lasagna."

All of a sudden you feel a tightness in your chest, "I forgot to go to the bakery." You begin to lose the battle to hold back your tears. "I burnt dinner, I messed up getting a dessert, I couldn't even get myself together to go down and see you when you got off the jet," you look down as the first tear slips down your cheek. "I wanted to make your first homecoming since we moved in together special but it's ruined because of my stupid, useless memory," you cry.

He leans towards you and you wrap your arms around him, resting your face on his shoulder. He rubs your back slowly and quietly says, "My homecoming is not ruined." You look at him and he smiles, wiping the tears from your cheeks. "I can't tell you how loved it makes me feel knowing how much effort you put into tonight," he tells you.

"Even if it was a total disaster?" you ask.

"Even then," he risks his answer and you breath a small laugh. "I know you are upset about dinner and dessert, but I'm just glad to be home with you." You nod and lock eyes with Loki, he smiles and strokes your cheek gently. "Your memory is..."

"Garbage?" you suggest.

"I was going to say 'not the best'," he shakes his head but you smile a bit.

"But garbage works," you joke, feeling slightly better.

"Will you be quiet and let me try to be romantic for a moment?" he laughs and you pretend to zip your mouth closed. He sighs and starts again, "Your memory is not the best, we can both agree on that, but I never want you to forget how much I love you. You are smart and beautiful and strong, pushing through each day even when you are in pain or your body fights you. You are the most amazing woman in the nine realms and I am so lucky to be able to call you mine."

You smile as Loki talks and when he finishes you pull him to you, kissing him deeply. "I love you too," you tell him. After a moment, he sits back and you wipe away the last remaining tears.

"I have an idea," he says. "I think you need more triggers for your memory."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

He points over your shoulder towards the door as he answers, "You haven't forgotten your keys once since you put that up."

"That was just a joke," you tell him.

"But it works," he responds.

You sit on the couch as Loki unpacks the Chinese takeout onto the coffee table. "Are you sure you're okay with doing all of this to your apartment?" you ask when he hands you a pair of chopsticks.

"Y/N, this is your home now too," he reminds you gently. "I want you to feel comfortable here and I want it to work for you, however you need it to." You kiss his cheek and he smiles.

After the two of you finish eating, you begin thinking of ways to adjust your new home to suit you better. Loki asks J.A.R.V.I.S to reprogram all of the lights to be on dimmer settings so you can still use them when you're light sensitivity is acting up. He has the program automatically ask you to set timers or reminders for all of the appliances in the kitchen, including the coffeemaker. A few hours later, you are both tired and decide any other changes can be made in the morning or as you think of them.

He helps you into bed and you push yourself onto his chest so he can hold you. He runs his fingers up and down your back lightly and you close your eyes. "I'm so glad your home," you tell him in a quiet voice.

"So am I," he replies, kissing your forehead. "Don't forget, I love you."

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[jiyascepter]

───── May

So I decided that I should be making my monthly reading lists to promote some fellow writers even more, even if one person reads a fic from here it would change something, wouldn't it?

(idk if tumblr would let me tag so many writers at once, but the links to fics work so pls check out their profiles too!)

And also if I ever want to reread them it would be easier to find 👀 I'll try my best to make these lists every month ✨️

So here are some lovely fanfics I've read this month, please make sure to give them some love by commenting or reblogging, it means a lot to us writers 🤍

Fluff: 🥰 | Angst: 💔 | Hurt/Comfort: ❤️‍🩹 | Smut: 🔥 | Dark: 🖤 | Humor: 😆

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Loki's Island Fever [Avengers!Loki x reader] | ongoing 🔥😆

@vbecker10

Talk to Me [Loki x f!reader] Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 is wip | ❤️‍🩹🥰

@lokischambermaid

From The Horny Misadventures of Nomad Steve:

Disciplinary Action [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥

Positive Reinforcement [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥😆

@lokisgoodgirl

Distractions [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Like a Queen [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Also check out her upcoming series : The Rite

@buckys-wintersoldier

His name, his property [Dark!Steve Kemp x f!reader] 🖤🔥

Glazed (donut) Holes [Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x girlfriend!reader] 🔥

Teasing [Dom Bf!Bucky x Sub gf!reader] 🔥

Little Perv co-written with @lanabuckybarnes [Stepbrother!Bucky Barnes x Stepsister!Reader x BestFriend!Steve Rogers] 🔥

Bucky Offers You a Better Job [CEO!Bucky x Assistant f!reader] 🔥

Domination [SoftDom!Bucky x Sub!reader] 🔥

How Love Works [Ransom Drysdale x reader] 🥰

@foxherder

Loki imagine (based off The Avengers) [Loki x reader] 🥰

@vbecker10

Help you bear it [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

You Can't Hurt Me [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

What Prank? [Bucky x f!reader] 🥰😆

Running Into Trouble [Loki x f!reader] 🥰

Whatever It Takes [Loki x f!reader] 🥰 slight🔥

The Dress [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Don't Forget [Loki x Disabled Female reader] 🥰❤️‍🩹

@loki-cees-all

Keeping Score [TVA!Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@sarahscribbles

Vanilla and Honeycomb [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@bookishtheaterlover7

How Long Could We Be a Sad Song? [Chris Evans x Secret Girlfriend!Reader] 💔

@muddyorbsblr

Curiosities [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@mischiefmaker615

Feral [Frost Giant!Loki x f!reader] 🖤🔥

@buckets-and-trees

Give Up [Alpha!Bucky x Fem Omega!reader] 🔥

@simplyholl

The Interview [Rockstar!Bucky x f!reader] 🔥

Truly Desperate [Loki x f!reader] 🔥😆

@lulubelle814

The Accident and the Misunderstanding [Tom Hiddleston x Reader] 💔🥰

@sergeantbarnessdoll

You Stayed [Steve Kemp x reader] 🥰

@buckysdarling

If You Wanna Come, Give My Brother Some [Steve x reader x Bucky] 🔥

@mrs-illyrian-baby

No Sacrifice Without Blood [Vampire!Loki x reader] 🖤🔥

@divine-knight-hand

A Show Of Temptation [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

So yeah these were all the amazing stories I read this month, make sure to give these a read ! Also if you have any fic recs please let me know ;)

[plutoneu]

yuh i popped off in tags so read those🤪

My personal thoughts on Black x Readers as an African American

You know something that I constantly wonder about? How most (insert character here) x Black!Reader's are usually dark smut fics.

Like I go to look for a fluffy fic and all I find is y/n getting railed in their sleep non-consensually! These stories always have a bittersweet twisted ending. Now if that's your thing go off but NOT IN EVERY S I N G L E STORY! You don't look up x black!reader smut non-con you just look up x black!reader and that's all that's there.

In my experience of searching AND I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING, most of the time the fic doesn't even mention the reader being black or only gives like 1 description like "y/n's luscious black curls" AND THAT'S IT!

Most of the time the tag x Black!reader feels more like just a tag to get reads rather than an actual attempt at creating more representation!

The thing that I think gets under my skin the most is the fact that most of the stories are FULL of stereotypes about African Americans! The tags almost always have the Daddy kink, choking kink, spit kink, Drug use, toxic relationships, abuse of some sort! Or there are like 40 tags of black Y/n getting SPECIFICALLY violently fucked!

OR the story points out how y/n "picked out her huge afro and put on her large hoop earrings" or "y/n put on their Air Jordans and went to see their baby daddy for the child support that he owes" (I'M SERIOUS)!

I just wish that there was more appropriate representation in the x reader community rather than the few good stories that we are given. BECAUSE TRUST ME there are some really good cute ones that have fluff or romantic smut or getting railed BUT that's not the WHOLE DAMN STORY (and even if it is it's done in a respectful manner!)but there are so few.

And I can already here the argument "WELL, WHY DON'T YOU CREATE SOME REPRESENTATION YoURSeLf!" I will. Not much will change if I only complain about it and I am aware of that BUT it is not my responsibility to create every peice of representation that appropriately represents my community.

One peice of positive representation versus 100 peices of "representation" can only change but so much.

But then again that's why I'm writing this post if I want to see change the first thing I have to do is at least bring attention to what I see as the issue.

But what are your thoughts on the issue?

[geminigirl0298]

Safe (Part 2)

Relationship: Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky

Summary: The Avengers are giving the newly reformed Loki a hard time, so you and Bucky decide to take him under your wing. Sexually. (Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky)

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: Here is part 2! Ty to @green-mischief-managed for beta-ing this piece! Y'all should get at them to beta your stories!

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, 18+, NSFW, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of spanking, use of paddles, cock rings, vibrators, anal sex, penetrative, vaginal sex, cream pies, threesome, polyamory, voyeurism

Part 1 Masterlist

PART 2

7:53 pm.

The green-eyed god splashed water on his face. He dried it with a fluffy towel, then gripped the sides of the glass bowl sink. Loki was nervous, which was ridiculous considering his millennia of sexual escapades. From threesomes to orgies, chains and whips, voyeurism, and some very questionable humanoid forms, he had done it all. Thor used to jokingly call him a whore — which was laughable considering the hero’s own indulgences — but it was the truth. Loki loved sex. Craved it. He was comfortable with things that would send most people running for the hills. Yet when it came to you, he felt like a virgin.

7:55 pm

Loki left his room. The emptiness of his floor had nothing to do with the other Avengers being out of the tower. No one trusted him, so no one wanted him to have a room on the common floor. This meant Loki was locked away on the smallest one, which used to be used as storage. He never minded being alone, but lately, he found the solitude to be lonely.

You would visit him at times. Your company served as his break from the madness that was his mind. Thanos, New York, New Mexico… he never quite forgot it. The memories were there in his head. Most days he could ignore it. Others, it was harder to do so, but nothing bothered him like waking up to a deserted floor and realizing that he had no one.

7:57 pm

The elevator ride down to the floor you and Bucky shared was short – ten seconds, to be exact. Loki had counted on one of his previous trips to the floor. Both you and Bucky had invited him down to watch movies or for dinner on several occasions. At first he declined all invitations. He wanted to be left alone. The guilt from his crimes was eating him alive, and he used his forced confinement as a punishment. He deserved it.

7:58 pm

After a while, he gave in. He accepted the first invite on a dreary Friday evening to watch a horror flick and eat sushi. Despite the lack of imagination that went into the movie, Loki found he actually enjoyed himself. It was nice to be in the company of people who did not fear him or look at him like he would gut them at any given moment. You even permitted him to use your floor as he pleased, which is how he was able to hear the two of you fornicating the night before.

7:59 pm

He did find it strange at first that you and Bucky had a separate floor. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff were in a relationship, yet they shared a room on the common floor with everyone else. You and Bucky even had separate rooms. After this morning, he understood why.

8:00 pm

His hand reached out to knock on your door. It slid open of its own volition. “Mr. Laufeyson is here.”

Loki jumped. He was still not used to the A.I. The voice bothered him and sounded like another way to keep tabs on him, so he asked Stark to disable it. Of course, that request met with a loud chuckle. It was not until he voiced these concerns to you that the matter was handled. Per the rules of his stay, the A.I. was not disabled, but you made it so J.A.R.V.I.S only spoke to him when he called out, or something was amiss in the tower.

“Thank you, Jarvs.” He heard your voice before he saw you. You stepped out in a silk robe, tied carelessly at the side and stopping mid-thigh. “Loki! You’re here!” There was a paddle in your left hand that got his attention. “Oh,” you tossed it aside, “that was for Bucky. He got a little too excited while we were playing.”

You walked into the room. After a moment of contemplation, Loki followed. The door shut behind him with a soft hiss, and he let his eyes wander around the room. He noted that it was bigger than his. Stark gave him a simple room consisting of a bed, dresser, and an adjoined bathroom. This was at least twice as big. A mix of modernity and class decorated the room, dark walls contrasting nicely with the lighter furniture. Besides the king-sized bed in the centre, there was a hassock at the end, and an armchair near the double doors of what he assumed was the bathroom.

A naked Bucky was kneeling in front of the armchair. His hands were behind his back, clenching and unclenching in an attempt to control himself. There was a long, vibrating phallus protruding from between his butt cheeks. Loki noted the red marks scattered across the soldier’s ass and shuddered.

“Oh, don’t worry about Bucky. I can’t actually hurt him. He just loves being spanked.” You stepped in front of Loki and placed your hands on his chest. They moved up over the woven material of his sweater and into his hair, fingernails scraping his freshly washed scalp. Loki mewled and dipped his head to allow you more access. “Do you like being spanked?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted.

You grinned. “I bet you do.” Your hands moved to cup his backside, giving it a firm squeeze. “And do you like it more in front, or from the back?”

His eyes strayed to Bucky again. “B-both,” he stammered. “I like both.” Your hands left him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, but one stern look from you shut him up.

The paddle you had discarded lay on the carpet. You picked it up and sauntered over to Bucky. With a gentle hand, you let the rectangular end of the paddle touch his ass. Bucky jumped out of his skin.

“Shh.” You sat on the armchair in front of him. His head lifted to look at you, and through the sweat and harsh breathing, Loki saw nothing but adoration in the soldier’s blue eyes. “Look who came to play with us, baby.” You turned his head towards Loki. “Say hi.”

“Hi,” mumbled Bucky. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lashes casting long shadows on his sculpted cheeks. Loki nodded in response to the greeting. The way you stroked Bucky’s hair had a feeling of envy washing over him. He wanted to be the one at your feet. He wanted to be the one receiving your attention.

“We’re gonna give you a little rest now, okay?” The soldier nodded as you reached down to grasp the phallus within him. You carefully rotated it out of his asshole and turned it off. Bucky pitched forward in relief. His head found your lap, allowing you to stroke his hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He watched you card your fingers through the soldier’s hair until his body stopped shaking. Even after he stopped, you continued your motions, going as far as to place soft kisses on the side of his stubbled face. Loki’s fist clenched.

“Can you sit, baby?” The soldier nodded. “Good. Sit on the pillow for me, go on. I’m gonna play with Loki for a bit.” There was a square pillow on the floor near the bed. Bucky sat on it and leaned his head back against the mattress. As he did so, Loki noticed the most peculiar thing. Though his body was relaxed, the super-soldier’s cock was at attention. The thick, veiny member reached for the ceiling, and around the base was a circular object.

The circle was a polished blue, taking on a marbled appearance. Lines of silver swirled through the ocean tones. Loki turned his head to the side. He analyzed how Bucky’s penis was swollen, almost visibly throbbing, and concluded it served as some sort of construction.

“It’s a cock ring,” you informed him. “Have you ever used one before?”

“I have not.” Your eyes blew wide.

“Really?” You stood up and walked over to him. “You? You’re a thousand years old and have never used a cock ring?” Loki shook his head. “Would you like to?” Before he could answer, you reached into the pocket of your robe and pulled out a velvet bag.

“What’s this?” he asked. You handed it to him.

“It’s for you.” Loki turned over the bag to empty the contents into his hand. A ring similar to Bucky’s fell into his open palm. His green eyes roamed over the jade stone and swirling gold lines. “Do you like it?”

Loki looked down at you. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’ll look even prettier around your hard cock.” The shift in your voice resulted in a sharp intake of breath from the god. Your eyes were dark with lust, tone stern, and he knew it was time to listen to you. “Do you want me to put it around your pretty cock, sweet boy?”

Loki almost moaned. The nickname set off a visceral response that had his pants feeling a size too small. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” You reached down to palm him through his pants. “What do you want me to do?”

“I-Fuck! I want you to put it around my pretty cock.”

“Well, I can’t put it around your cock if I can’t see it.” You walked backward to the chair and took a seat. Crossing your legs, you gave him a smirk. “Undress.”

Loki started with his sweater first. He pulled the black top over his head to reveal his bare chest. Next, his hands traveled to the waistband of his pants. The sweatpants he had chosen for the night pooled around his bare feet with one hard tug. He had forgone underwear, leaving his nude body to the desire-fill stares of you and Bucky.

“On your knees,” you ordered. “Crawl to me.” He did as he was told. Your eyes tracked his movements until he was in front of you. When he came to a stop, you leaned forward to grip his chin. “Good boy.” You motioned to his erect cock. “Looks like someone is excited. Are you excited?”

Loki moaned as you seized his cock. Your warm hand felt like a heater on his member. “Yes, I’m excited.” You held out your palm.

“Give me the cock ring.” He gave it to you. “Open your mouth.” Loki obliged, and you slid the cold device past his lips. “I need you to get that nice and warm for me before I put it on you.”

While Loki sucked on the ring, you reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a little blue bottle with a white cap. You flicked open the top and hovered the tip over his cock. He hissed when the cold jelly fell onto his skin. “Y/N!” The shout was muffled by the device in his mouth.

“It’s just a little lube, sweet boy.” You used your fingers to spread the clear substance over his throbbing member. Every swipe of your digits made him thrust his hips towards you. “Give it to me.” He opened his mouth and you took it, then grabbed his cock with the other. You positioned the toy at his head, and a whimper slid past his lips. “Relax, sweet boy. What’s your safe word?”

That was a difficult question to answer. He had used and given so many over his lifespan that it was hard to zero in on just one. “I have many.”

“Choose a new one,” you told him. “One that’s just for you and me. It can be anything.”

His cheeks reddened. Your use of ��you and me’ had only one word coming to mind. “Pancakes.” A snort sounded from behind him.

“Bucky.” Your voice was a reprimand. “Do you want more lashes on that red bottom? With the belt this time?” The soldier quieted down. “Ignore him,” you told Loki. “I think it’s a lovely safe word. Now take a deep breath for me, and don’t be afraid to use it.”

Loki breathed in as you began sliding the ring onto his shaft. It gave a little trouble around the head, but managed to go on smoothly once you were past it. You lifted a brow by way of asking him how it was, and he answered, “A little snug.”

“It’s supposed to be like that. Is it painful?” You were rubbing the head of his cock with your thumb. Even if he were in pain, Loki doubted he would admit it. “Loki, I need you to be honest with me. Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Good.” You released him and leaned back. The edge of your robe was already short. Now that you sat down, it rode up about two inches higher than it was before. Loki eyed the bare skin with a hunger. As though you read his mind, you spread your legs to give him a glimpse of your soaking lips.

“Bucky was eating me out while we were waiting on you.” Loki felt your hands in his hair. Your fingers gripped the locks and pulled him close, so close that he was sure you could feel his breath on your hot cunt. “He got a little too excited and I had to punish him, so we didn’t get to finish. Would you like to finish me off, sweet boy?”

“Yes,” Loki nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”

“Go on then.” You guided his head to the apex of your thighs, and he got to work. Loki was good at using his tongue. Whether it be lying or licking, his talent was unrivaled, and he wanted to show you just how good he was. Within seconds he had your moans filling the air.

Though Loki was the one giving you pleasure, he knew well that you were in control. Your hands stayed in his hair to hold him to your cunt, and he kept his behind his back. Even though he wanted to grab your thighs and throw your legs over his shoulder, he refrained. He wanted to be your good boy, not like Bucky, who had to be disciplined for bad behaviour.

“You’re so good, sweet boy,” he heard you breathe out. He glanced up at you to find your head rocked back against the chair. Your eyes were screwed shut, mouth open in silent gasps. His teeth grazed against your clit and your hips thrust into his face. “Oh!”

He heard panting from behind him. The sight of his face buried between your legs was getting Bucky worked up again. You heard it, too, since you opened your eyes and gave Loki a knowing grin. “I think Bucky’s getting lonely. Better hurry up, sweet boy.”

Loki did not need to be told twice. He increased his speed, licking and nibbling your clit in a cyclic pattern. Had he been allowed the use of his hands, he would already have you undone. Instead, he alternated between tongue-fucking your walls and circling your clit until he felt your grip tighten. Your legs came up and over his shoulders, heels digging into the muscles of his back. He felt your body contract for just a moment, and then you came into his mouth with a loud sigh.

He lapped up all of the juices as best as he could while you recovered. His lips pressed kisses to your thighs—soft, tender, because he wanted to be your favourite. You tapped his head by way of bringing his attention to you. When he looked up, you leaned down to give him a kiss. Loki swore his corrupted soul travelled to Valhalla and back in that very moment. He pouted when the kiss was over.

“Don’t pout,” you chided. You reached down to grab the ring around his cock. A hiss left his lips when you twisted it. “Just making sure it’s not too tight. It looks so good on you. Don’t you think it looks good on you?”

“Yes,” Loki whimpered, and laid his head on your knee. The movements were sending vibrations up his shaft and radiating to the base of his spine. His pleasure was increased further by the lube, which had long begun to tingle on his skin.

“Bucky chose it,” you told him. “He said the green matched your eyes. Do you want to thank Bucky for choosing such a nice toy for you?” He looked up at you with lidded eyes. “Yes you do, because you’re a good boy. Come over here, Buck.” Loki heard shifting, and then the blue-eyed soldier was right next to him. A gentle hand lifted his head. Your other hand rested behind Bucky’s head, pushing them together until their noses bumped.

Loki felt the soldier’s lips descend on his. He had kissed men before. Some were gentle, more were rough, and a few just let him take the lead. Bucky was more of the dominant type. His hot tongue slipped into Loki’s mouth and began exploring the orifice. Loki moaned low. He gasped when he felt a nip on his bottom lip. Bucky was grinning when you pulled them apart.

“Was he good, Buck?” you asked.

“So good,” Bucky replied. His eyes went to you, taking on an uncharacteristic shyness. “C-can I fuck him? His ass looked so good when he was eating you out.”

“That’s up to Loki.” Bucky’s forehead creased. “I’m serious. It’s his first time with us, and he’s behaved so well. You can fuck him if he says it’s okay.” Your eyes met Loki’s. “Do you want Bucky to fuck you, sweet boy? Hmm?” Your fingers stroked his hair. It was as though you could not get enough of the locks, or maybe you had figured out it calmed him.

Either way, Loki loved it. The feel of your nails against his scalp reduced him to the most docile little sub. He placed his head back on your knee and said, “I want whatever you want.” Your answer pleased him.

“Oh, you are a good boy, aren’t you.” His silence was rewarded with a kiss. “Buck, grab the lube. Loki, go lay on the bed on your side.” He did as he was told, choosing to face the wall rather than the window. Your naked body appeared in front of him moments later. “Hi, sweet boy.”

“Hello,” he mumbled back. The bed behind him dipped under Bucky’s weight. Loki tensed, and you shot him a worried glance. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted.

“Do you want to stop?” Your voice was back to normal, hand stroking his cheek in fluid movements. “You can use your safe word if you want. There’s no shame in it.”

“I’m fine,” he promised. You cared about him so much it almost brought a tear to his eye.

“Okay,” you whispered. You kissed his forehead, then directed your attention to Bucky. “Be gentle with him, baby. Take your time.”

“I will.” Bucky’s metal hand touched his hip. Cool fingers danced along his spine until they reached his asscrack. He heard a squirting noise — the lube — before feeling fingers at his entrance. A metal digit pressed down on his rosebud to relax the muscle, then slipped in. “You’re tight.” Bucky sounded surprised. “Not at all what I expected from a sex-drunk god.”

Loki moaned when Bucky curled his finger. The slippery metal created a sensation he had never felt before. Another finger began to push in, and Loki’s head fell forward onto your shoulder with a groan.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asked, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion. The only answer was a guttural moan. “Yeah, he’s ready.” Loki could hear the smile in the man’s voice.

A kiss was pressed to the back of his head, another to his forehead. Your hands travelled down his back to cup his cheeks. He felt you gingerly pull his ass cheeks apart. “Relax, sweet boy.” Bucky’s hot tip poked his entrance. The head pushed past the ring of muscle, and Loki whimpered at the stretch. “You’re doing so well.” Bucky bottomed out, and your hands were in his hair again. You held him to your shoulder while Bucky began to move.

Loki hissed at the first thrust. It was so deep, and Bucky’s girth filled him to the brink. The soldier’s hands went to his hips as his pace picked up. Soon, all Loki could hear was moans. All he could feel was Bucky’s balls slamming into his skin and the immense pleasure the stimulation of his g-spot was bringing him.

“How is he, baby?” you asked

“So fucking good, doll,” Bucky breathed out. The man sounded like he was miles away. “Feels so good.” You chuckled.

“And how are you, sweet boy? Does it feel nice?” He whined when your hand gripped his cock. “Do you like Bucky fucking you?” Loki could not respond. Barnes had set a punishing pace that had his mind in pieces. All he could manage was an incoherent noise. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Your grip on him tightened, and he felt wetness on the tip of his cock. A glance down found you teasing yourself with his head. The swollen member pulsed in your hand with every swipe against your folds. Behind him, Bucky was nearing his end. Loki recognized the shift from controlled to sloppy thrusts and knew the man would not last much longer. He was not at all shocked when, a few seconds later, he felt the hot spurt of Bucky’s seed in his ass.

Bucky groaned low as he came. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the entire room with the sinful noise. His hips thrust wildly until they came to a complete stop. He braced a hand on Loki’s hip as he pulled out, making Loki groan at the loss.

“My turn.” A gentle shove had Loki turning onto his back. You straddled him, grip firm on his cock, and slid down in one smooth motion. Out of habit, Loki’s hands went to your hips. A sharp look from you had them falling away. “Good boy,” you petted his head. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

“Okay.” Your hips moved slowly, grinding instead of bouncing. Loki appreciated the gentle movements. He once had a young giantess bounce on him so hard she cracked his hipbone. Loki had not been able to walk for a week. The careful, teasing pace you set was just right. There was no rush or competition; just you on top of him, riding him into oblivion.

Your hand turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. He felt his carotid beating, and you must have seen it through his skin, since the next thing he felt was your tongue over the pulsation. You sucked the skin hard, no doubt leaving a mark for everyone to see. Loki just bit his lip. He was yours now, and it was clear you wanted everyone to know it.

“Hold my hips.” Greedy hands flew to your sides. Loki gripped you with a bruising force. Your pace picked up, hips moving wildly over him. His cock was massaged from all sides. Your tight walls gripped him with a squeezing hold. “Fuck!” You fell forward, hands catching you just above his shoulders. The position caused your breasts to hover over his face, and he looked at them in need.

“Y/N?” Loki whined. His eyes were fixated on your nipples. “Can I…?”

“Yes, sweet boy. Suck my tits.” Your voice was a pant. Loki latched onto a nipple and began swirling it around in his mouth. Sharp fingernails gripped his shoulder to the point of breaking the skin. He ignored the bite of pain that radiated down his arm.

You looked so good above him. Sweat slid down between the valley of your breasts and dripped onto his forehead . The clench of your walls and massage of your cervix was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to begin thrusting up into you. Loki knew he could flip you on your back and have you crying his name in mere seconds if he wanted. The thing was, you were in control. You were taking care of him, which meant he had to lie there and let you fuck him.

Truth be told, he did not mind it. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Loki was lost in the pleasure. The orgasm that had been building with Bucky reared its head again, and before long he felt the telltale signs of his impending end.

“Y/N,” he warned. “I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” you told him. “Cum inside of me. It’s okay.” One of your fingers reached down to circle your clit. Loki watched the action with hooded eyes. His spine was tingling, abdomen rigid. The closer you got to your end, the closer he got to his. He focused all his attention on you — your face, your breathing, the way your breast bounced. On a whim, Loki bit down on your nipple. Your head flew back with a cry. He felt your walls clench around him, and then he was cumming.

It felt like the longest orgasm ever. His hips lifted off the bed. Instead of the usual spurts, his seed left him in one long stream. He clenched his fist as he waited for the euphoria to pass. Forever and a day went by before he felt his muscles relax, and his hips returned to the bed.

You were already lying on his chest. Your body was slumped, chest heaving, yet you found the strength to lift your hips off of him. A mixture of both your juices came out with his cock. You reached down to touch the ring. Loki hissed and moved away.

“Stay still.” You flattened a hand on his lower abdomen. “I need to take that off you before it starts to hurt.” Loki tried his best to stay still. The ring made his cock extra sensitive, so every movement felt like a shock. Tears sprang to his eyes when you finally removed it. The blood rushed in, and his entire lower body began to prickle.

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay, Lokes. I know.” You laid on your side next to him, hand pushing back his sweaty hair. “You’re gonna be sensitive for a while. Just relax for me, okay? I won’t touch it again.” Loki closed his eyes. He heard water running in the background and deduced Barnes was taking a shower. The man’s absence had gone completely unnoticed until now.

“Bucky knew it was time to leave us alone. He offered to stay in his room tonight so you and I could have a chance to talk.” Your leg was over his waist, careful to avoid his still throbbing member. The fingers of your right hand caressed his cheek as you spoke. “Tell me how you feel?”

“I feel…” Loki trailed off. Good felt like the obvious answer. Most people felt good after sex or an orgasm. Great just felt like he was trying too hard. He thought about the way his mind felt. There was a tranquility that had not been there before. The way you and Bucky took care of him, welcomed him into your relationship, stirred up an emotion that eluded him for years. “Safe,” he finished. “I feel safe.”

You kissed his cheek. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad you felt safe enough to join us, and that you trusted me enough to let me take the lead. That trust will be important if you decide to go forward with this.”

Loki furrowed just brow. “‘This?’”

“Our relationship, silly. The three of us.” Loki looked at you like you had grown a second head. “Have you never heard of polyamory?”

“No, I have,” Loki replied. “It’s just… you want me? For more than a night?”

Your answer was simple. “Yes.”

“Why?” The question came out as a sob. “No one here likes me. Why do you and Sergeant Barnes care for me so?”

“Because Bucky sees himself in you,” you told him. “And I have a thing for redemption. You’re not a bad man, Loki; you just fell in a bad way. Let Bucky and I help you love yourself again. Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” You kissed him again, letting him take the lead this time. The supple skin of your lips parted to let his tongue into your mouth. French-kissing was normally a turn-off for Loki. He hated the feel of a slimy appendage in his mouth, or sliding his tongue into someone else’s. However, with you and Bucky, he found he did not mind it.

“I’m guessing he said yes?” Loki started in the direction of the voice. Barnes was standing at the foot of the bed, a towel slung low on his hips. His impressive chest was still glistening with moisture from his shower.

“He did.” Bucky grinned. He leaned down to kiss Loki’s cheek, then your lips, and said, “Don’t worry about his stuff, doll. I’ll move it down tonight.” Loki looked between the two of you.

“My stuff? What about my stuff?”

“Oh, you’re moving down here with us, Lokes.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I never should have let Tony stick you up in the stupid storage room. There’s an extra room down here. No more solitude for you. When you’re ready, you can decorate it how you like.”

This time, Loki did cry. Hot tears fell from his eyes in rivers. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let himself fall apart. “Thank you,” he sobbed. “This means so much to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, sweet boy. We want to do this for you.” Loki pulled his head out of your neck to look at you again. Barnes was gone, and it was just the two of you. “Do you want to take a bath with me? I can go run one for us.”

Loki nodded. “Yes, please. I like the temperature cool.”

“Of course, Lokes.” You kissed his cheek. “You’ll stay with me tonight, okay? I need to make sure you’re alright.” You patted his cheek. He watched you walk into the bathroom and leave the door open. The water started, hard at first against the tub and then quieter as it began to fill. By the time you came out to get him, Loki was fast asleep.

ooOOoo

Contrary to his belief, things were not awkward the next morning. You wanted to sleep in, so Bucky collected Loki and brought him down to the breakfast area. He made good on his promise to teach him to make pancakes, although he ended up doing much of it himself. All Loki really did was stir the batter. The men kept up a high level of conversation as they sat at the table. Loki was facing the door, Bucky at his side, so he was able to spot you as soon as you walked in.

“Morning, guys.” You were in a fluffy robe like the day before, long and secured at the side. Bucky smiled at you as you entered.

“Mornin’, doll. Sleep well?”

“So well.” You stretched your arms wide over your head, then gave Bucky a peck on the cheek. Though he tried not to let it affect him, Loki felt a little envy stir in his chest. It only lasted for a few seconds. As soon as you turned your smile on him, he melted. “Hey, sweetie.”

“Hey.” You took a seat on his lap and kissed him. His head spun with the action. Your hands moved up into his hair, and just when he was about to ask if he could take you on the table, someone walked in.

“Hey, Buck— Oh!” Loki pulled back to see a red-faced Captain Rogers standing in the doorway. Stark was next to him, as was Natasha, both their eyes wide as they took in your position on his lap.

“I’m sorry,” the billionaire began. “Did I fucking miss something?”

You placed your feet in Bucky’s lap. His hands immediately began to massage one. “Loki’s with us now. We moved his stuff onto our floor last night, and I wanted to take him out today to get some paint for his room. He can do that, right Steve? He hasn’t left the tower in so long, and he’s been so well behaved.”

Steve shot a look at Tony. He stared back, and gave a helpless shrug. “I suppose so,” Rogers mumbled. “Bucky would have to go with you, of course, in case anything happens.”

Bucky made a noise of impatience. “He’s not gonna try anything, punk. Come eat. Loki made pancakes.”

Natasha eyed them. “They do look better than yesterday’s.” Her eyes went to Bucky. “You supervised him?”

“Yes, Natalia,” Bucky sighed. “You’re very judgmental for someone who can’t cook themselves, you know. Lighten up. Look,” he pointed to Steve, who had already dug in. “Your boyfriend’s already eating.”

“They’re good, babe,” Steve nodded. “Really good. Great job, Loki.”

“Thank you,” he replied. The three other Avengers took seats at the table, hungry hands reaching for the golden fluffs. Loki eyed you with wonder in his eyes. “They’re being civil,” he whispered. “To me.”

“I told you we’d take care of you.” Like yesterday, Bucky placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. He then handed over the syrup with a knowing grin . “Eat up,” you coaxed. “We have a long day of shopping ahead of us.”

Loki picked up the fork. Everyone was eating now, conversation flowing like a river. Captain Rogers brought up the topic of an upcoming mission and all at the table were engrossed. Ideas were being thrown around left and right – how best to handle the situation, which Avengers should go, who was still beat up from the last time. To Loki, the answer was obvious.

“It should be me.” The table went silent.

Stark lifted his chocolate brown gaze to the man. “What?”

“I..” Loki shrank back. He had gotten ahead of himself. Just because the team had sat with him for breakfast once did not mean they had accepted him. His mouth opened to retract his statement, and he caught sight of Bucky. The soldier was giving him an encouraging smile. You, on his lap, were stroking the nape of his neck in a coaxing manner.

“It should be me.” His back straightened. “Sergeant Barnes is obviously tired from the last one, so are you and Sam Wilson. The archer is back with his family, and Dr. Banner refuses to leave his lab. So, unless you’re planning to send Agent Romanoff alone or contact my brother, I think it's high time you let me on missions.”

No one had an immediate rebuttal. The three Avengers stared at Loki with mixed expressions. Only you and Bucky did not react in an offended manner.

“Or let me stay here,” Loki tacked on, “and risk your collective tiredness tanking the mission.”

Steve was the one to speak first. The blue-eyed man measured him with a long stare, then asked, “How’s your training going?”

“Would be better if you would all stop trying to kill me,” Loki quipped. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Romanoff smirk.

“What about protocols?” Rogers fired off. “How to contact H.Q.? What to do if one of us gets seriously injured? How to contact the team if we get lost?”

“I’ve read the manual cover to cover. I am quite sure I can recite it word for word if need be.” Rogers looked impressed. Even Stark raised his eyebrows at the boast.

“Alright then,” the captain said. “It’s settled.”

You lifted your head off of Loki’s shoulder. “You’re letting him join you? Seriously?”

“Oh no. This was his idea.” Steve leaned back in his chair. A dab of syrup was on his mouth and his tongue flicked out to get it. “I hope you’re ready, Laufeyson. Next mission, you’re taking point."

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Kotetsu . Kaede(only as sibling) . Barnaby . Ryan . Ivan . Keith . Nathan . Antonio . Yuri

Slashers

Does JD from heathers go in this list? Lol . Brahms heelshire . Billy loomis . Stu macher . Michael myer . Freddy Kruger . Chucky . Tiffany Valentine . More will certainly be added!!

Creepypasta

Ticci toby . Masky/Tim . Brian/Masky . Jeff the killer . Eyeless jack . BEN . Slenderman . Nina the killer(I like her fuck off) . I'm probably missing some but whatever

Moving on from killers LOLLL

Yuurivoice

Seth . Alphonse . Finn . Charlie . Jack

Monster high G1

Please specify what monster you would like reader to be! or if reader is a human ^_^

Cleo . Duece . Abbey . Lagoona . Clawdeen . Frankie . Ghoulia . Toralei . Valentine

And that's it! Thank you for reading:)

[lokisprettygirl]

Mystery of Laufey Manor (Loki x Female Reader) (Au)

Read chapter 1 here

Chapter 2

Summary : Loki visits you again and the attraction you have for him grows stronger

Warning : Mention of disability, fire hazard

After you came home that night you showered, changed into your night wear, warmed up a day old pizza and placed the kettle on the stove to make yourself a cup of tea. Your apartment just had a living room and a bedroom with a separate kitchen, it was on the second floor, a few blocks away from the shop you had. It was interconnected via stairs with the apartment right above you. Your mom and dad bought the apartment on the third floor when you were born, to accommodate their three children. They didn't want to leave this place or this city, they grew up in Brooklyn and never wanted to leave

After you were born, they used the living room on the third floor as kid's room, the bedroom was used as a nursery for you and the kitchen was used as a storage. When your dad died last year, you moved from your place to this apartment permanently as it was closer to the shop. You tried to rent out the rooms above you for extra earning. You even had the tenants, but all of them moved out merely in a few weeks.

They always complained of the knocks they heard, or the shadow they saw in the storage, one of your tenants was so shaken up by something she saw in the middle of the night that she left right then. Some of them even blamed you for causing all this. The activities often increased whenever you had someone staying over, or if you had ex boyfriends staying the night. But when you were alone it wasn't as bad. You still felt the familiar presence around you but it didn't feel malicious. 

After eating dinner you decided to sleep, your mind wandered towards the masked stranger you met today, there was something about him, you couldn't explain it, something magnetic. You couldn't even see his face, a black mask covered everything except those eyes. But the way he talked pulled you in closer, you had never felt such a need to find more about a person than you did with him. You closed your eyes and almost fell asleep when you heard a woman crying. 

You quickly sat up on the bed as you heard the faint l cry, the goosebumps erupted all over your skin as the cry started to get louder and louder with every passing second. You looked at your bedroom door and it was wide open, you clearly remembered closing it before you got in bed. You tried to turn on the bedside lamp but it didn't work, the window on your left casted the moonlight inside the room and your eyes stayed glued towards the door. The cry started to grow louder as if someone was walking slowly from the end of the living room to your room. 

"Runnnnn away little girl..runnn now" you heard a female's voice in a sing-song manner then she started to cry again. Footsteps approached closer and closer, you closed your eyes as you knew if you didn't you'd see something on your doorway but then it all stopped. Quiet, too quiet. It got silent. You could hear your heartbeat thumping Inside, you opened your eyes slowly and screamed as a smiling face appeared right in front of you.

You sat up on the bed as you screamed and turned the lamp on. You took a deep breath as you realized that you were having a nightmare. It wasn't real, it wasn't real. You chanted to yourself and kept the light on until dusk. You just couldn't sleep after that.

Next day when you opened the shop, you tried to focus on your work. Terry was on her day off today so you had to manage everything on your own. You prepared the spice sachets for Loki according to the quantity he wrote on the paper, he also wanted different spices individually like turmeric and black pepper etc. So you prepared those too. You didn't know but you felt nervous calling him. You called him twice on the number he gave you but he didn't pick up. 

Around 6 in the evening you watched him entering your shop. He was slightly wet because of the rain.

"I'm sorry my lady, I came uninformed, I actually was occupied throughout the day" you smiled as you heard his deep velvety voice. He took his hat off and kept the cane aside. You could see the burn marks on his forehead that he tried to cover with the strands of his hair. He caught you staring and you quickly went to the storage room and brought a towel for him so he could dry himself off. He didn't dress as formally as he did yesterday. Well he did, minus the coat. He only had his waistcoat on with a white shirt underneath. He took the towel from you as you offered him.

"Fire accident" he said to you as you were placing the spices he ordered in one bag. 

"Sorry, what?" You looked at him and he pointed towards his forehead.

"Ohh that's.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare earlier, that was rude of me" you apologized to him and he tilted his head.

"It's okay to be curious darling" you felt your face heating up again at the mention of the sweet pet name.

"Is that why you have the mask on?" You looked at him and he nodded

"Wouldn't want to scare the children off " he chuckled but you just felt the urge to hug him for that. Nobody deserves to feel that way. 

"I don't think you can, you're kind and sweet from what I can tell, there are people who value those traits" you wanted to add how good he smelled, and how sexy his voice sounded but you didn't want to seem like a pervy creep. 

"Oh you'd be surprised by how shallow people can be Miss y/n" 

Oh let me prove you otherwise

You couldn't even believe your inner thoughts as they screamed at you. What was it about this man that made you so .. wanton? You were so lost in your feelings that you didn't even notice that you never told him your name

"I'm sorry you had to meet such people" you passed him the bag and he placed it on the counter. He pulled a wallet out from his pocket to pay you.

"Please be kind enough to keep the change" he told you so you placed the dollar bills he gave you in the cash drawer. His fingers brushed against yours and you felt the familiar sensation that you did yesterday. 

"Thank you, are you from around here?" He put the wallet inside his back pocket and looked at you, his hair seemed curly and frazzled today. You wondered if he had a rough day. 

"No, I'm from Dorset, Uk. Ever heard of the place?" He asked you and you shook your head. He's from the UK, which means he will leave soon. 

"I figured with the accent and all. Here on business?" 

"Yes, kind of. I'm looking for investors to fund my textile business. Trying to incorporate more machinery to the mill" you nodded as you heard him. 

"But that would mean less labour right? people would lose their jobs" he smiled as he heard you. 

"Yes but it would be safer for those who'd hold the job" 

"So how long will you be here?" You bit on your lips mindlessly as you asked him that. 

"As long as it will take me to get what I want" 

"Well I hope you find what you're looking for" he put his hand out just like yesterday, and you placed yours in his.

"I always do darling, I always get whatever I desire" he leaned down and placed a seemingly innocent kiss on the back of your hand. Your breath hitched at the contact, but like yesterday he didn't let go you felt his thumb rubbing against your hand instead. The touch seemed so innocuous but it fired you up instantly. You felt hot just by his thumb rubbing against your hand, this man seemed so fine but he was here on a temporary business. Starting something else with him seemed like a bad idea. 

"Uhhh I .." you stuttered on your words so he let go of you.

"Apologies pretty lady, I got lost there for a moment" 

"It's alright..I " you were going to say something when you heard the doorbell ring and one of your old friends entered the shop. You have known Steve since you both were 10, went to the same school, briefly dated in high school but the spark wasn't there. It's not that he was not a looker, he had women fawning after him, blonde hair, blue eyes, tall stature and well built , he had everything going for him but you never felt the attraction that you deeply craved from the opposite sex. You needed more than just a good looking face or body, you needed someone to touch your soul. You wanted to feel connected on a deeper level.

"Hey Steve, how are you?" you smiled at him and you saw Loki eyeing him up and down.

"I'm good dolly, how are you? Here to get paprika, seeing mom today and you know she loves your peppers in her chili" 

You walked towards the spice shelves on the other side and filled the empty wrapper with paprika and passed it to him.

"It's on me.. tell her that I'll visit soon, I miss her chili" 

"Sure thing, you can just come with me" he smirked at you. He still flirted with you or tried to whenever he could.

"I'm sorry I can't, I have to be at the shop and I'm expecting some customers around 7.. besides you should take Linda with you" you told him politely. 

"Oh we broke up like last month, it wasn't working out" 

"Oh I'm sorry" you mumbled softly but the next thing he said made you roll your eyes.

"They are not you"

"Shutup steve.." you chuckled. 

"Who's this guy, what's with the mask?" He looked at Loki and your eyes widened at the rudeness.

"Steveee" you glared at him, hoping he would take a hint

"Whatt I was just asking" he shrugged 

"I should take my leave anyways, it was nice to see you, thank you for this" he picked up his cane and the bag of spices, and started to walk away. 

"Please visit if you need more" you yelled and he turned his head to look at you, then he nodded politely. 

"That dude seemed fucked up" 

"What's wrong with you?" You glared at him, maybe Loki was right about people being cruel and shallow to him.

"What ? Did you see his eyes? He seemed like a Predator" Steve said to you and you shook your head

"At Least he has manners, you got your peppers right? Now leave" 

"Are you seriously offended by this?" Steve had a dumbfounded expression on his face

"Just leave okay, I don't want to fight with you..say hello to aunt Carol" he shook his head in disbelief and left the shop. As soon as he left you saw Loki's hat on the counter, he must have forgotten it. Around 8 pm you started to clean out and went to the storage room to tidy everything up. You have never really liked that room even as a kid. It gave you heebies, it was a small room, right in front of the door on the other side was a window to the back area. Shelves on both sides and there was a small wooden box under the window where you kept valuables and personal stuff. You tried to turn the light on but apparently the bulb wasn't working anymore. You picked up the candle from the shelf and lit it up, then you put it inside the candle holder and placed it on the box under the window.

You saw the candle light flickering and It made you aware of your surroundings. It was raining heavily outside but the window was closed and there was no way for wind to get inside. It kept flickering and then it got dark as the candle extinguished on its own, you felt a touch on your shoulder and that made you scream loudly, you kept screaming as you felt someone pushing you against the shelf 

"Shhh it's okay it's me darling..it's me" Loki placed his palm on your mouth to stop you from screaming. You couldn't see him but you heard his voice, you placed your hands on his chest, he was soaking wet from the rain. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, for a moment you felt as if you got attacked by some entity you couldn't see. When you realized it was Loki, you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck as small sobs escaped your lips.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you so badly" he held onto your waist from the sides and the touch made you pull away, not because it didn't feel good to be held like that, kind of opposite actually. You walked out of the storage room and went back to the store. He followed you right after. 

"It's not your fault, I just got spooked, sorry about that" 

"I forgot my hat, I didn't see you here and I called out to you but the thunderstorm concealed my voice I suppose" he walked past you and picked up his hat from the counter. Saying that you felt embarrassed would be an understatement. Why did you have to hug him like that?

"Do you not have an umbrella? It's raining heavily" you asked him and he shook his head. 

"You can take mine" you moved behind the counter and passed him the umbrella. 

"And how would you go home?" 

"I uhh.." 

"You're willing to get soaked for me love?" Your face heated up at the double innuendo. You didn't even know this man, why did he affect you so much?

"Umm you should go back to your place, or you'll get sick in these drenched clothes" you mumbled to get rid of the awkwardness. 

"Unfortunately I don't have a place, I am actually looking for a hotel, but everything is booked" 

"What happened to the hotel you were living in?" 

"Found a dead mouse under the mattress, had to get out of there, I'm a bit silly about hygiene" he chuckled and you couldn't help but wonder what he must look like behind the mask.

"As you should be, I have been looking for tenants , have a spare room, would you like to move in for the time being, you'll have your own kitchen, it's on the other floor, you won't have to see me if you don't want to..I mean to say that you'd have your own entry door if that's what you prefer, separate floors..you know what never mind" 

You had never been so embarrassed in your life as you felt in that moment.

However, he accepted your offer, and he moved into your apartment on the third floor that night itself. It took longer for you to get home as he walked very slowly. When you asked him about his leg he told you that he was trapped under a burning log and it completely shattered his right knee cap. You felt awful for him at that moment. He lost his face and his leg because of an accident but it didn't change the way you saw him. 

It scared you that you could see past that, the way he talked to you made you feel closer to him. His presence around you felt comforting.

You just didn't know what you were getting yourself into. 

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[goddessofmischief]

hello! could you write a bucky x reader where john walker flirts with the reader and bucky gets upset? maybe that scene in ep 2 where everyone's sitting in the car? thanks :)

This is a fantastic request! Also, reader has female pronouns in this.

Team Up - Bucky Barnes x Reader

James Buchanan Barnes.

The Winter Soldier. A fossil. A killer.

And quite possibly, the love of your life.

At least, if he’d let you.

You and Bucky felt the same way for each other - that much had always been clear. You’d met on one of his missions, and been lucky enough to survive. Years later, you met him again - this time, as Bucky Barnes, desperately trying to claw his way back into society. You were his neighbor, back when he’d run from his troubles.

Everything had been fine, until the day Steve Rogers recruited you to help bring him in (and protect him from the Wakandans), and after that day, your life had been one with his.

And you’d begun to understand why Bucky had always kept you at arm’s length.

After the war, he’d cut all contact with you entirely. Hell, you barely spoke to Sam anymore - or, for that matter, anyone from Team Cap. Wanda was AWOL. Ant-Man was taking a break.

Which is why it surprised you so completely when you received a message from an unknown caller.

The caller, as it happened, had been one John Walker - someone who wasn’t quite as shy about asking for your help. He had his wingman. Now he needed, as he put it, his very own ‘Miss Carter.’

You didn’t bother to tell him her name was actually Agent. You sensed it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

Besides, why not? The Avengers were disbanded. Steve was gone. Bucky had abandoned you.

You didn’t owe them anything. And if this John guy wanted to make the world a better place?

Well. You weren’t about to stand in the way of it.

“What’s the plan?” you asked, securing a gun in your holster.

“We’re going after the terrorists,” said Hoskins, Walker’s second-in-command. “We’ll go in first. You need to disable the truck.”

You nodded. Walker stopped in front of you, securing the shield on his back.

“Kiss for good luck?” he asked, jokingly, and you stared at him.

“No.”

He rolled his eyes, jumping out of the helicopter and onto the truck. You followed, taking out the driver. Eventually, though, the truck became engulfed in flames, and you had to jump out, coughing. Walker helped you into a car.

“Was that...?”

“Yeah, Falcon and Bucky. They’re... helping.”

Well, speak of the devil.

You, Walker and Hoskins pulled up alongside Bucky and Sam, walking down the road. Walker honked the horn.

“So,” he said. “That didn’t go as planned, huh? All right, we gotta work together.”

“That’s not happening,” said Bucky, and you bit your lip to keep from smiling. Hoskins noticed.

“I think we stand a much better chance if we all just-”

“Just ‘cause you carry that shield,” said Sam, “It doesn’t mean you’re Captain America.”

“Look, I’ve done the work, okay?”

“You ever jump on top of a grenade?” Bucky snapped. You realized, with a twinge, that he hadn’t noticed you yet.

“Yeah, actually, I have. Four times.”

Walker looked to you, as if for approval, and you shrugged.

“Look, it’s twenty miles to the airport. Get in.”

Reluctantly, Sam and Bucky climbed in.

...And for the first time in months, you and Bucky’s eyes met.

“Hey,” he exhaled, looking throughly beaten. “What’re you-”

You gestured to Walker.

“I’m traveling with them now. He needed my help.”

“Well,” said Walker, broadly, “Couldn’t do anything without my best girl, could I?”

He put his arm around your shoulders, and you let him. Slowly, you realized this actually could be...

Fun?

Bucky deserved it, didn’t he? He was the one who’d left you.

“No,” you answered, gazing up into Walker’s eyes. “No, I guess you couldn’t.”

“So, are you two...” Bucky gestured at him. “Fondue-ing?”

"Oh, you know. Most of it’s for the cameras, but...” you shrugged. “John’s pretty good. Almost as good as the original.”

“You take that back,” said Bucky, quietly, and at that moment, Sam Wilson decided to get involved.

“So. Out of all the women in the world, you choose her to be your... your fake girlfriend? Why?”

“Well, she's...” John trailed off. “Perfect.”

“Perfect, huh? Do better.”

“She’s perfect, she’s... she’s beautiful.”

“Anything else?” asked Sam, skeptically.

John shrugged.

“What else is there?”

Oh, now he'd done it.

“What else is there?” shouted Bucky, and you could practically see steam coming from his ears. Carefully, you removed Walker’s arm from around your shoulders. “What else is there?”

"Easy, Buck,” you said, quietly, standing in front of Bucky and placing your hand on his chest. “Hey, I’m here, okay-”

“Yeah, well, we’re leaving,” said Sam, glaring at you. “Good luck with Walker, Y/N. Hope that works out for you.”

“You know this guy’s a jerk,” said Bucky, looking at you, pleadingly. “So... come on. Come with us.”

“So now that someone else needs me, you choose me? No, Bucky,” you said, shaking your head. “This is where I belong.”

...

Requests open for Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Peter Maximoff & Ben Solo!

[artaxerxesthegreat]

Playing with Fire: Part 4

A/N: Everyone in this story is 18+, if minors are mentioned they aren’t getting in any weird, sick, twisted situations with adults. I also use female pronouns for the reader and the reader may be a bit OC. I would also prefer that minors DO NOT interact with this at all. Thank you.

Warnings: Dream based, Actors mixed with characters, College AU!, Mixed universes, Raffey Cassidy stands in as Sprite, Swearing, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, mild violence (?), implied sexual content, mentions of bullying, college strife, MCU/X-Men/Spider-Man/Actors mashed in one universe, self- doubt, insecurities, depression, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family issues, mentions of disabilities, mentions of accidents… (I’ll probably be adding more warnings as the story goes on. Please let me know if I’ve missed something too.)

Red- Makkari signing

Purple texts is Y/N

Also this chapter is short. I’m sorry 😞

“This is gonna bite me in the ass one day, I just know it.” I look off to the entrance of the library hearing the voices of students coming and going.

——-

Part 4

“Welp, I’m gonna go now.” I say turning to walk towards the library, “What’s that noise?”

Peering over my shoulder I see a flash of white hair and black hair, startled by the fast moving bodies coming towards me, I stumble into Druig who catches me by my waist preventing me from falling on my ass. My heart lurches in my chest for two reasons:

1.) Pietro is running at me full force with a girl with black hair in tow- they’re neck- and- neck.

2.) I can feel Druig’s breathe on the shell of my ear.

“I- I can’t… Too much is happening!”

“Y/N! Y/N! Quick, tell us who will win!” Pietro shouts at me, stopping in front of me with his mysterious friend, startled by it I press myself closer to Druig.

“Oh geez.” I whisper, closing my eyes trying to calm myself down.

“You alright?” Druig whispers in my ear, not helping my current situation at all. It almost sounded like he was smiling; as if he knew what was happening to me. I take a quiet shaky breath and answer with an “Mhmm.” Because let’s face it, I can’t trust my own voice at this moment in time.

“Well, Y/N?” A smooth Sokivian accent hits my ears bringing me back to the track star.

“Ummm, what?” Blinking a few times I get a good look at Pietro and his friend; both are wearing tracksuits, out of breath- panting as if they just ran a 10K, sweat running down their brows, waiting expectantly for my response, “What’s going on, exactly?”

The girl has a look of confusion and then it changes into a huge smile as she makes different gestures with her hands.

“Whoever touches her first wins.” Rushing forward she places her hand on my shoulder, “Ha! I win.”

“What the fuck just happened?” Jubilee stops in her tracks watching us in clear confusion, “Who is she and how come she gets to touch you? Why is Quicksliver panting? Where the hell have YOU been, Loki?! Wh- Why are you two so- so- close. I thought you hated each other?”

“Oh, we’ve reconciled- OOF!” I elbow Druig in the gut, “What was that for?”

“S- sorry, it’s gonna take me a minute to get used to this.” I give him an apologetic smile moving out of his grasp. “Hi there, girl I don’t know.”

“Hello, my name’s Makkari, you must be Y/N. Pietro talks about you a lot.” She signs to me with a hinging smile.

“What?”

“She said her name is Makkari and that he talks about you a lot.” Druig translates.

“Hey, don’t make it sound bad. I only tell her good things, I swear.” Pietro says quickly to me.

“No, no, I know what she said, it’s just a lot has happened in this short amount of time. My brain is still catching up.” Rubbing my forehead I let out a groan. “I think I have a headache coming on.”

“So, you know sign language, then?” Loki asks, sitting on the table with his feet on the bench. “I must say, Y/N you never cease to amaze me.”

“I’m not fluent or anything, I just know bits and pieces, cuz of Clint.” I say cautiously.

Makkari smiles understandingly and signs, “That’s alright, it’s nice to know that you can understand me- even if it’s just a little bit.”

“I didn’t know Hawk-man was deaf.” Loki scoffs.

“Okay, first off it’s Hawkeye, and secondly he wasn’t always deaf. He had an accident when he was a kid, something about an arrow and a boom box.” Jubilee shrugs, sitting down next to Loki. “And you! Where have you been?”

“Oh you know me. Here and there, sometimes everywhere and nowhere.”

“Alright Cheshire.” She bumps shoulders with him, rolling her eyes.

“Wait, how do you know sign language?” I turn to face Druig who just smirks in response. “Smirking doesn’t answer the question!”

“I know.” He laughs out, still smirking.

“We’ve been friends for the longest. And don’t mind the smirking, it’s a defense mechanism.” Makkari laughs as Druig moves to flick her forehead.

“Hey now, don’t be telling everyone stuff about me!” His accent breaking through.

“Whoa dude, what happened to your voice?” Jubilee asks pointing at Druig concerned.

“Oh, yes, he’s a bit sensitive about that.” I drape my arm around his shoulder, using my free hand I pat his chest- wow, it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. “You work out?”

“Is this your way of copping a feel?” He retorts, sliding a hand to my waist. Neither of us say anything, we just stare at each other unblinking. I know he’s challenging me, he’s just trying to get under my skin, but if I deny it it makes him sound right, and if I accept it… He’s still right!

“I’ll tell you this once, Druig,” I remove myself from him and grip the hand that’s on my waist. A pained look crosses his face as he opens his mouth, “Sh! I’m speaking now. If you want to keep using your hand, do not put it on me. Can’t even give him an inch.”

“Who’s copping a feel now?” Makkari signs laughing at the shocked look on Druig’s face.

“Whose side are you on?” Druig snaps at Makkari extremely annoyed.

“I’m not on anybody's side. All I’m doing is stating facts.” She crosses her arms, smirking back at him.

“Whatever.” He glowers, casting his eyes to the ground.

Makkari walks up to him, giving him a hug and kissing his cheek.

“Just friends huh? Yeah right.” I scoff as a light blush crosses Druig’s cheek; he’s trying to play it cool, but it’s obvious this Makkari person does things to him. “Ugh, gag! I’m not jealous! Just… disgusted… yeah, disgusted.”

My scoff might have been a little loud because Loki and Jubilee are giving me the ‘Ooo girl really’ look. No one else seems to have heard it so I can recover from this… Not that there’s anything to recover from, or anything. It was a scoff of disgust, not jealousy. I don’t get jealous, it’s a colossal waste of time and energy. I have more important things to do, and being jealous isn’t one of them. Besides, I have friends that kiss me on the cheek so it’s not a big deal seeing it between two friends- even if they are different genders…

I am. Not! Jealous… Not even a little bit. Mm-mmm, no jealousy here.

“You two seem rather close for “friends”.” Loki’s voice cuts through the white noise of my non- jealous brain. I involuntarily let out a sigh, which I disguise as a simple clearing of my throat. Loki glances at me, indicating that he knows what I just did. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention to Makkari who begins signing.

“We’ve known each other for a very long time; he is one of the few people who didn’t make me feel different from everyone else. He treats me with the same respect as any other woman.” She places her hand up stopping Loki from pointing out Druig’s track record with women, Loki bites his tongue waiting for her to continue, “I know, but I’m talking about when we were 8 years old, this person he’s decided to show case isn’t the Druig I grew up with. But I love him regardless.” She grabs his shoulder shaking him as she smiles at his expression- even though he’s smiling he’s annoyed at her bit of truth.

“Ah, I see. Well, that’s good to know. You know, for some of us, who were wondering.” Loki smiles at Jubilee, who nods her head in response.

“Oh, and we dated for like, what? 5 years?” Makkari adds nonchalantly.

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

“…Oh…” All heads turn to me, “Nice. I guess?”

“It was.” She keeps her same smile, and I have to be honest, it’s kind of getting on my nerves.

“Alright, well Jube’s it’s time to go- been time to go! You’re gonna be late for work, so let’s go.” I change my focus, to avoid the looks from everyone. I’m acutely aware that my response to Makkari was…. Basically rude, but we didn’t need to know that they dated for 5 years. She could’ve just said they dated, but whatevs I guess.

“Right, I can’t be late again! I’ll get fired- AGAIN!” She scrambles off of the table but freezes as she spots something in the distance. I turn to see what spooked her so bad but I don’t see anything, just a few students walking to and from the library.

“Oh, your Man Crush Monday is walking this way.” Loki snickers.

“Wha- who?! Who is this man?!” I search wildly for her crush who is pointed out to me by Loki, “Oh, him?”

“Why’d you say it like that?” She shrieks at me.

“Whoa, calm down, I just- didn’t think he’d be your type. That’s all.” I raise my hands in surrender taking a step back.

“You have no right to judge, your taste in men isn’t that great.” She jesters to Pietro who had started laughing, but let out a gasp at her.

“Rude.” He mumbles crossing his arms, “I’m a great taste, just ask the cheerleaders.”

Makkari, Jubilee and myself make faces of disgust while the boys grin like idiots at Pietro.

“Okay, wow. Didn’t need that, at all. But, Jubilee, why don’t you talk to him? He’s just a person like you or me.” Tilting my head I can see panic rising in her as her crush walks closer. “The worst thing he can say is that he doesn't like you… Okay, yeah it would suck, but it isn’t the end of the world. Plus, it’s not like you’re gonna walk up to him and say ‘Hi! I’m Jubilee and you make me feel crazy. Will you go out with me” that’s not something a sane person would do. Do you know why?”

“Be- because it would freak them out…?” She winces.

“… You didn’t, Jubilee please, tell me you didn’t.”

“No! I- I didn’t… It was much worse.” Her head hangs in defeat.

“How?!”

“I walked up to him, prepared to talk to him, but I choked and ended up just standing there like an idiot with my mouth hanging wide open not saying a word until class ended.”

“Oh, Jubes. Well-“ I think of what I can say to help her feel better, I got nothing.

“I know!”

“Okay well you can still salvage this. Just say you were having an off day, it happens to the best of us. I can assure you that your MCM has had an off day at least once.” I give her a reassuring smile and look at her MCM whose face is vaguely familiar to me. We make eye contact, and I know he finds my stare uncomfortable, but the need to know why he looks familiar to me is strong. Then it hits me.

“Barnes?” Shock clear in my voice, his discomfort is morphs into to shock, then relief.

“Y/N, hey.” A soft smile graces his features and I’m reminded why so many girls fawn over him, “How’ve you been?”

“Eh, can’t complain too much. You? I see you cut your hair.” I pout slightly, glaring at his hair, “Guess I won’t be braiding it anymore.”

There’s a shift in the atmosphere at our familiarity, and I don’t need to look at Jubilee to know that she feels betrayed. I shift into a more comfortable position causing Bucky to reflexively drop his shoulders; his guard is still up, but now it’s more manageable.

“Yeah, I guess not. Sorry.” He chuckles. “I figured it was time for something new. Or, old, really. You know.” His eyes glance around our faces, telling me that he isn’t ready to share his trauma with strangers. I nod my head understanding what he was talking about.

I remember when he told me about his train accident; he didn’t even mean to tell me, it just happened. By the time he realized what he told me, it was too late, we barely knew each other and it was obvious that he was scared. Scared about what I would say, how I would treat him, whether or not I’d tell people about him. When I said that it wasn’t my place or business to tell, he couldn’t believe me; after that he’d watch me to see if I was serious or lulling him into a false sense of security, 2 months later he decided I was ‘good people’. Even introduced me to his friends, Steve and Sam- great guys, shame they’re dating- shame for me, not them! Seeing how happy they are with each other almost makes me wish I could have something like that too, but feelings are a distraction and gross, so, eh!

“It looks good, I guess, I’m gonna miss the long brown locks though.” I put my finger under my eye, sliding it down my face.

“It’s hair, it’ll grow back.” He shrugs smirking. “You can still give me head massages.”

“It’s not the same.” I look to Jubilee, looking for confirmation but I’m met with a glare, looking at Loki I’m met with amusement, “So Bucky, how goes the project?”

“I haven’t started it yet, it’s not a big deal since my great grandfather was a WWII soldier who kept a journal, not to mention my grandfather told me the same stories he heard growing up. Let me know if you want some stories, I don’t mind sharing them with you.”

“Oh no, that’s alright, those are personal and they were mean for you and your family.”

He gives me a shrug shaking his head, “It’s history, besides my grandfather would be rolling in his grave if I wasn’t telling someone about the real things that happened during the war; he took one look at my history book when I was in the 6th grade and threw a fit. After that, I was told about all the hardship, death, fear, and pain they went through, it’s something that needs to be known, not sugarcoated or glossed over in three small chapters.”

“That is true, if I can’t come up with something by tomorrow I’ll hit you up. Thank you.” He graces me with a genuine smile- those are far, few and in between.

“Anytime doll.”

A giggle escapes me at the pet name, coincidentally not lost to the members of our little group- Okay I know I said Jubilee could do better with her taste in men, but to be fair I didn’t see him up close, and yes, I may or may not have had a crush on him when we first met the semester before, but that’s besides the point. I knew that he needed a friend at the time not a girlfriend- that and I’m not compatible with him in a romantic sense. We kissed one time and it felt like kissing a sibling and we vowed never to do that again.

“Doll?” Druig mutters with a scoff turning his eyes to the library.

“So what’re you up to now?” Bucky asks unbothered by Druig.

“Nothing much, we were just about to leave.” I look to Jubilee, whose glare has evolved into a death glare that makes me jump a bit in surprise, quickly looking to Loki, I’m met with the same intensity. Getting the hint I look back to Bucky, “Hey Bucky- James-“

“James?” He laughs in disbelief, “I told you that you can call me Bucky. We’re close enough for it. James just sounds weird when you say it.”

“Uh, right.” Turning away from the two I can feel heat burning into my skull, “So. Bucky. Have you met Jubilee?”

Her death glare promptly ends, and she��s a deer stuck in headlights. Perfect!

“Hmm, don’t think so.” His eyes shift to her and there’s something there, something good, “Hi, I’m Bucky.”

She stares at his outstretched hand, and I jab her in her side causing her to reach out and shake his hand. It was a very noticeable jab, but Bucky being Bucky smiles and steps closer to Jubilee. Poor girl's heart is definitely racing.

“Is she bothering you, Y/N can be so mean sometimes.”

“Uh- y-y-yeah.” Her eyes still trained on their hands.

“Smooth.” As soon as the words leave my mouth Bucky kicks the side of my leg never breaking his- his whatever it is. He’s really just staring at her face since she hasn’t looked up from their hands, either way, “The kick was uncalled for. Just saying.”

“So what’re you up to?’

“REALLY?!” I throw my hands up in the air, “Unbelievable.”

“…Noth- nothing.”

My head starts shaking as they’re eyes lock.

“Nothing?! Girl, you have work!”

“You sure?” Bucky asks Jubilee.

“Yes I’m sure, I’m her ride!” I answer thinking the question is for me.

“Yeah I’m sure.”

“JUBILEE!” I pull their hands apart and step between them, “Yes I’m cockblocking right now, but only because you need to get to work. You can’t afford to get fired. Again! And you!” I spin around to Bucky, “You should know better! Just pick her up from work, she gets off at 9 tonight. Hell, you can even take her to wok now if you want.”

“Yeah?” The happiness in his tone changes my mind instantly.

“No. Nope, mm-mmm I’ve changed my mind, you sound way too happy and eager. Slow your roll dude.”

“Y/N you’re not my mom, if I want to go with Bucky I can.” She snaps at me.

Slowly my head turns to her as she begins to apologize.

“Get in my car.” I hold my keys out to her, “Now.”

She gives me a small ‘okay’ and does a walk of shame to the parking lot.

“I forgot how scary you can be, Bast. It felt like my mother was here disciplining me for lighting Thor’s homework on fire again.”

“I wasn’t mean, I was stern. There’s a difference, she can’t get fired again, or else she’ll be dealing with someone who is actually mean. Hey, give me your phone Buck, how else are you gonna tell her you’re waiting for her outside.”

“It sounds so creepy when you say it like that.” He hands me his phone, and I give it back after sending Jubilee a ‘hey this is Bucky’ text. A muffled shout is heard from my car as she stares at her phone.

“Good luck.” I smile, and begin walking backwards to the parking lot, “See yeah guys later! Bye Drui- Barr- Dru- *sigh* guy I’m doing a project with.”

“Smooth.” Druig smirks.

“Eh I try!” I wave walking towards my car to a hyperventilating Jubilee.

“OMG! OMG! OH MY GOD!!!!!!! Y/N!!!! HE TEXTED ME!”

“I know. I gave him your number, how else is he gonna text you that he’s waiting outside for you?” I put my seatbelt on and drive out of the parking lot.

“You know it just sounds creepy when you say it.” She grimaces at me as a loud laugh pass from my lips.

“God, you two are gonna get along great. Just remember to invite me to the wedding and make me a bridesmaid.” Stopping at the stop sign, I bat my eyelashes at her as she shoves me blushing.

“Shut up! Don’t get ahead of yourself. I don’t even know if he likes me or not.”

“Bitch really?” My eyebrow raises at her.

“No, I mean like like-likes me.” She sighs out.

When I don’t answer her right away she looks at me to see that my face is still the same.

“Bitch. Really?”

“Well you two seem close.”

“We are, but not like that. I know him well enough to know that he genuinely likes you. Not many girls make his eyes light up, let alone want him to shake and then hold their hands.”

“Drive Y/N.”

I chuckle checking the road and merge into traffic, Jubilee was quiet for about 5 minutes when she breaks it.

“I’m not the only one who had her hand held by a guy whose eyes light up.”

My foot taps the accelerator accidentally and we surge forward, “Shit Y/N be careful!”

“I- I am!” I say correcting our speed thankfully nobody was in front of us. “Besides I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Right. Loki told me.”

“Wha- when?”

“You’re not even going to deny it?” She turns to face me, shocked.

“I’m tired and not in the mood, and there wasn’t any ‘eyes lighting up’ or anything. If I had a good night's sleep it never would’ve happened. The only reason it did was because I was tired and didn’t catch it in time. So, don’t get the wrong idea.”

“Mm-hmm, right~.”

“Don’t do that.” I pull into the strip mall parking lot pulling up the curb, “Nothing intense or romantic, or magically happened between me and Druig- BARRY! We just buried the hatchet, that’s all. I’ll be damned if I ever fall for that guy.”

“Alright.” A cat-like grin spreads across her face, and I know she’s not letting this go anytime soon.

“Seriously Jubilee, my morals are too high. Besides, even if something ever did happen between us, he wouldn’t even know what to do.”

“Ooooooo, cocky aren’t we?” She wiggles her shoulders at me as I push her out of my car.

“Got out, now go to work.” I laugh watching as she makes sure she has everything.

“Love you! See you later babes.” She blows me a kiss as I watch her go in. When i can’t she her anymore I drive back to campus, and the thought of seeing Druig again hits me. My stomach begins to churn from the overwhelming feeling of butterflies!

“Ugh! I thought I was done with this?! Damn coffee!” Stopping at the red I can’t stop the images of Druig from flooding in. From his smile, to the head tilt that he does when he’s trying to figure something out, all the way to his eyes. Those blue, blue eyes that compliment him so well, that seem to bring out a softness to him.

“What the fuck?!” I say startled at the honk from behind me, “Dammit, pay attention Y/N.”

Driving back to the library parking lot I see that everyone is gone, and my heart feels… heavy?

“How is that even possible? It’s just because I’m tired, yeah. I should go back to my room and sleep.” Driving to my dorm I park and sit for a bit rubbing my eyes, “Oh shit! I never got Dru- Bar- Dr-… I didn’t get his number.”

Let my head fall onto the steering wheel. I feel my phone vibrate.

LOKI 🐍✨

1:59 PM

“So, today was fun 😏.”

“Define ‘fun’”

“Oh, you know… 😏”

“…”

“No, No I don’t. What do you want Loki? I’m super tired.”

“Sigh fine, you’re no fun when you’re tired.”

“Duh.”

“This is for you.😘”

2:14 PM

“Loki?”

Read 2:16 PM

“Okay then?” I get out of my car and walk to my room. Unlocking the door I walk to my room and collapse on my bed, “Ooooooohhhhh how I’ve missed you.”

Snuggling into my pillow I feel myself drifting off, but it’s disturbed by the buzz of my phone, picking it up I see Loki has texted me back.

LOKI🐍✨

2:21 PM

“XXX-XXX-XXXX”

“Loki, whose number is this?”

“Text it and find out 😘😘 Love you!”

“🙃”

Read 2:23 PM

“Whatever, I’ll deal with this when I have the brain power… Oh what the hell.” Turning on my back I text the number.

“Sup.”

Read 2:23 PM

“Sup..”

“Not much, you?”

“Same.”

“Cool.”

“Who are you?”

“Who ARE you?”

“I asked you first.”

“What’s your point?”

Thought bubbles appear on the screen but disappear after a few seconds, but soon enough they’re back again. It goes on like this for about 30 seconds before I type.

“What? Cat got your fingers?”

“… ha ha…”

“😌”

“I’m Y/N”

“OH! Hey~”

“… bye.”

XXX-XXX-XXXX

“WAIT WAIT! It’s me Druig.”

Read 2:26 PM

“Hello?”

Read 2:26 PM

“Sorry, I’m falling asleep rn.”

“Rude.”

“Sorry I told you didn’t sleep well.”

“Oh I thought you were joking”

“I never joke about sleep”

“No, not when you told, I meant now. I thought you were saying I bore you.”

“Oh…no…”

“…very convincing”

“Heehee”

“Haha”

“Ok. Well I’m goin to sleep now.”

“K”

“Sweet dreams❤️.”

“Mm-hmm, if i don’t think of you i will have them”

Read 2:32 PM

“Did I hurt his feelings?” My phone buzzes as his text comes in.

“What’s my contact name?”

“Don’t have one yet. Still thinking.”

“Don’t hurt yourself”

“HA! Nice one.”

“I try😉”

“Mmmm k.”

“I’ll let you know when I think of one😘”

“Oh. Okay, I look forward to it, Dote.”

“Dote?”

“My nickname for you, dont worry it’s nothing weird, or gross lol”

“Alright good! 😂”

“I’ll text you more about the project later”

“Look forward to it Dote”

“You know you don’t have to text me just for the project you know”

“You know you wrote ‘you know’ twice…you know?”

“🤓 nerd!”

“Thank you❤️”

“You’re welcome 🖤”

“Black heart?”

“I like black, besides red hearts are so over done. And people get the wrong idea about it”

“?Y/N.exe has stopped working.”

“Lol”

“At least for me, girls get the wrong idea when I sent a red heart. So I only send black.”

“Ok. I guess”

“A heart is a heart but whatever.

“Anywho good night dude.”

“You can do better than ‘dude’”

“I’m stil thinking! Geez!”

“So impatient 😒”

“Sorry😘”

“🖕”

“Really now, you dont strike me as that kind of girl.”

“🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕”

“🤣”

“Get some sleep Dote”

“❤️”

“Thanks”

“🖕🖤”

Read 2: 46 PM

Placing my phone on the nightstand I feel the weight of sleep pulling at me, before my head hits the pillow again I’m already asleep.

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It’s been a good few days since I’ve posted and i want to let you all know that it will get worse. My family and I are in the process of moving across the country (US) so posting is gonna be a while. But hopefully it won’t be too bad.

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what are some under used marvel female characters youd love to see in the rpc?

HMMMOkay, so I’m trying to think OBJECTIVELY here and not just rattle off the female characters that I personally like, and more “I’m surprised that there’s not more blogs for this character, whether or not I personally am a fan” ....because I missed the “you’d love to see in the RPC” bit because I’m dumb, and then I wrote this whole list without regards for that part. So this came out as less “female characters I personally want” (who would all be stupidly obscure and irrelevant anyway) and more “female characters I think the RPC should give some more love to, whether I personally am into them or not”:Definitely ALL the girls in the New Mutants and Generation X! I see a fair few blogs for Magik and Jubilee, but I really don’t see any for the others. I get why Magik is going to be more popular---she’s in more stuff, she’s currently much more relevant in the comics, and her backstory is so goddamn compelling---but that doesn’t mean the others shouldn’t have ANY blogs out there. Wolfsbane, Magma, Karma, and Moonstar are all extremely complex and compelling characters with their own struggles and triumphs too, and I think they deserve just as much love. Likewise, I get why Jubilee will naturally get more blogs than Husk, Monet, and Penance (depending if you count Penny as a separate character or not...) due to her being in more stuff, having bigger arcs, etc. But it still surprises there’s NO blogs around for those ladies! I know there was that Monet blog awhile ago, and @badmusesdoitwell had an Amara that’s now part of their multimuse, as well as a Rahne, but that’s still nowhere near enough love in the RPC for these Junior X-Ladies, in my opinion. Speaking of Generation X, I’m also a bit surprised no one has picked Cordelia Frost up, given that we’ve got plenty of background canon for her via Emma’s history yet Cordelia herself has LOTS of room to go nuts with headcanons, like it’s just the perfect opportunity! And I’m sure lots of Emma blogs, of which there are MANY, would love their little sister around for some family threads. Fuck, I would pick her up myself if I were more into Emma and the Frost family as a whole. She’s hardly the most relevant, recent, or even interesting character around, she’s done very little and shown up very briefly, but the fact she’s related to Emma Frost makes me think SOMEONE would have an interest in her.Madelyne Pryor, for sure. Like, I love Maddy, but it’s not just my favoritism talking here. I think she’s pretty decently well-known in the comics fandom, and she’s a tragic villain, which usually pulls people in big-time. She’s got a grudge against the good guys, and it’s actually more legitimate than most, which I’d think would also attract people, since a lot of villains fans like to blame the good guys no matter what and THEY’D ACTUALLY HAVE A GOOD ARGUMENT HERE? Plus she has very strong connections to other, more popular canons, with a ton of fodder for angst and drama threads, which people just LOVE. I have seen a few Maddy blogs pop up in the past, and I always get so excited, but they never seem to last very long :CDr. Moira MacTaggert deserves ALL the love and respect in the world/fandom! She’s been a staunch supporter of mutants since day one, she’s a total badass, she’s super smart, she calls Xavier out on his shit ALL THE TIME, she’s the survivor of an abusive husband, she had to make terrible choices about her son that no mother should ever have to and then live with the consequences of those choices, and SHE GOES AFTER A KELPIE WITH A GODDAMN MACHINE GUN! She’s been a part of the X-Men comics for such a long time, and is very significant in them, it really surprises me that I’ve never seen a blog for her besides just ONE and it was for the XMCU sexy American CIA agent Moira, who is NOT Moira in my book and NEVER WILL BE. Speaking of, Moira will ALWAYS be human to me, I think making her a mutant all along REALLY undermines a big part of her character as just an unyielding mutant ally. Though I think her being human, combined with being an older female who isn’t anyone’s love interest (unless she’s, gasp, getting in the way of CHERIK aka the ultimate fandom sin how dare she the harlot -.-), is probably WHY she’s so damn ignored -.-Frenzy hasn’t been in THE most recent stuff, but she’s still been relevant recent enough that I think one or two blogs around would have happened if she weren’t black. Yeah, I hate to be THIS person, but any black character who isn’t Storm doesn’t get love, for all that the RPC likes to yell about being diverse and progressive. Remember all the Captain America and Iron Man and Hulk and Quicksilver blogs that popped up after their movies? Yeah I saw like ONE T’challa blog after Black Panther came out. Then again, I’ve yet to see blogs for Pixie or Firestar either, who are white, and I feel like they both were fairly interesting and well-known in fandom? Same for the Academy X girls like Sofia Mantega, Mercury, and Wallflower. Luna Maximoff FOR SURE. It SHOCKS me I haven’t see more than a couple short-lived blogs around for her, just given her family connections. Now, I don’t think a character deserves love just because of who they’re related to---in fact it annoys me when a characters gets a ton of attention and it’s very obviously just for that---but Luna has SO MUCH going on? The problems between her parents, her mother being absent so much, her father exposing her to the Mists, dealing with her powers, being a child of two very different worlds and cultures, it just goes on and on. Luna has had to grow up so fast, she’s such a strange and stoic child as a result, and though her situation is very fantastical, having to be the mature one at an early age because all the adults in your life won’t be is something a lot of people have to cope with and I think would find relatable; I especially love how she lives in this world where there’s no bad guys, like neither Crystal nor Pietro were the villains in her situation, just hurting messed up people, which she also recognized in Magneto and maybe also even Maximus . And there’s so much that could be explored with her too that hasn’t been in canon yet---for instance, her choice to identify with her Inhuman heritage and why that is, and the journey of identifying with your heritage but also looking at the horrible things in their history, I think that’s a story that a LOT of people from MANY backgrounds can relate to. It surprises and frustrates me that both writers and fandom don’t really seem to care about her or remember she exists; one the only two blogs I ever saw for her seriously got someone asking them “why would you make such a weird OC” like SERIOUSLY! Luna needs more love, big time. Any female Avenger that’s not Wanda or Natasha. I don’t read Avengers, I’m just an X-Men fan, but I know they exist and they shouldn’t have to be in a movie to get love. Ditto for She-Hulk, I’m not a Hulk reader but I know she’s a prominent character who has been around a long time and has a very developed personality and stories of her own, yet I’ve only ever seen her on @getreadytosmash‘s multi. I’ve also never really read Alpha Flight, but its main ladies ---Snowbird, Aurora, Vindicator---all seem awesome in their own different ways. Alpha Flight isn’t very popular to begin with, of course, so I don’t expect them to have as many blogs as, say, major X-ladies, but I think one apiece or so would be very justified.KWANNON!! I actually get why we didn’t have any blogs for her BEFORE now, because we knew NOTHING about her, she was just a very tragic prop for Betsty’s body-swap plot and a way to give her insta-ninja-skills, but now she’s come back and has HER OWN NEW SERIES in which we’re finally learning who she is and her background, I hope to see a blog or two around for her eventually!Destiny aka Irene Adler. Like. Do I even need to explain WHY? I think people just don’t want to play an OLD woman, especially one whose primary/only ship is going to be with another woman.Maaaaybe Clea Strange? I don’t know shit about her, never read Dr. Strange, but like, people make blogs for Sigyn literally just because she’s Loki’s wife, and Clea at least seems to like...DO stuff? IDK, not sure on this on, but figured I’d make an honorable mention.Siryn, Boom Boom, and Dr. Cecilia Reyes are all X-Ladies that I really don’t know much about. Like I know basic things like their powers but I don’t know their story arcs and such. But as with Clea and the Avengers ladies and She-Hulk, I just have a HUNCH there’s a lot there getting ignored by fans.Silhouette Chord is a longtime member of The New Warriors, and, like Alpha Flight, New Warriors doesn’t really have a fanbase on Tumblr to speak of, so it’s not surprising to me she’s not got any love here. And even within the pages of her own comics, she’s generally pushed aside, underused, and underdeveloped compared to the other characters, generally more a prop for her boyfriend’s stories than anything else. But she DOES have a personality, a REALLY cool backstory, and she’s like...look, the RPC claims to love diversity and representation and all that, right? Silhouette is a mixed-race WOC (half Black, half Cambodian, and I have NEVER seen another Marvel character of Cambodian heritage who wasn’t connected to her) who is also very visibly physically disabled, her legs are completely paralyzed and she is never without her braces/crutches, yet she still fights PHYSICALLY (something very rare for physically disabled characters, they usually are more like Oracle or Prof X) and is depicted in a sexual relationship, and there’s never any kind of fuss or angst about it or anything treating her as delicate or less than or anything like that. She’s just completely adjusted to it in a way that’s very rare in media. And like I said, she’s not a flat character, I’m not saying she should be more popular just for ticking off the diversity boxes, she manages to be really intriguing to me despite how little focus the writers give her, and I think that she and the other New Warrior girls (Firestar and Namorita) have a lot to offer the RPC. But I have to give a special shoutout to Sil since she’s my fave, as the neglected ones alway are.Meggan Puceanu is probably most familiar to folks here as Kurt’s love interest in Age of X, but she’s been around since the 80s. She’s a longtime member of Excalibur, and she’s just...fascinating. She’s a Romanichal mutant (though often hinted to have magical/mystical heritage too, perhaps fairy like Pixie) who has empathic, elemental, and shapeshifting capabilities. However, her empathic and shapeshifting tend to overlap, so she changes her form (and her mind) according to the feelings, fears, and desires of others. So for instance, there’s this one time where a group of men are checking her out, and she feels that “They love me...I want...to love them in return!” and she morphs into this sexxed-up version of hersef on the spot. This isn’t played for kinkiness or laughs either; Meggan’s identity struggles are a HUGE part of her character. She has no idea who she is because her powers make her reflect and respond to the feelings of others around her, internally and externally. She doesn’t even know what she actually really LOOKS like because of this; her powers were present since birth, causing her to grow fur instantly as an infant due to it being winter. This caused her parents to keep her locked up in the camper trailer, where she was raised alone with the TV (she’s also illiterate, which causes her to feel dumb a lot) and as more and more people around her spread rumors about the monstrous child inside, she psychically absorbed those beliefs and her physical form changed to reflect them, making her more and more monstrous as she got older. She didn’t know she was a shapeshifter, she just really thought she was a hideous monster. And even when she found out the truth, she STILL didn’t know what she really looked like, as the beautiful form she took on (basically Pamela Anderson with elf ears) was to please her boyfriend Captain Britain (whom she is really unhealthily dependent on starting out because of her situation)Meggan is insecure, she doesn’t know who she is, she has to cling to a man in order to have anything because no one else has ever loved her, she easily becomes jealous of other women near him, she gets made fun of for being a bimbo and she often feels she is because she can’t read or understand “clever words” due to her isolated upbringing...and she gets through this! She develops! She becomes STRONGER and she becomes SECURE and she gains CONTROL of her powers and SHE KICKS ASS and she FORMS AN IDENTITY!  And then Meggan SACRIFICED HER LIFE to buy time for Captain Britain, Psylocke, and Rachel Summers to repair the tear in reality caused by House of M. She ends up lost between dimensions and TRAPPED IN HELL, where she uses her empathy to rally the lesser demons against THE LORDS OF HELL ITSELF and wages a war IN HELL for which her demon followers dub her “Gloriana” and she forms a sanctuary there called “Elysium” where souls can escape torment!  AND THEN SHE FINDS HER WAY HOME!THIS WOMAN KICKED ASS IN HELL AND WON!! Like she just goes through SUCH an arc, and I admit I have not read it myself yet, she’s on my list of characters to read EVERYTHING on and I’m still only familiar with her very insecure Excalibur days (which I love a lot, I just feel so much for Meggan and her struggles, I think she’s very much a reflection of a LOT of real-world issues, ranging from mental illnesses to just EXISTING as a woman) but I already have a ton of feelings about her and I think she’s more than prominent and accomplished enough to merit more attention in the RPC. And this is less of an “actually has reasons the RPC should love her” character, because really there’s no reason they should, she’s not prominent or relevant or or anything, but more an interesting “did you know”---did you know there was a “young female Wolverine clone” in the comics BEFORE Laura Kinney? Avery Connor! She pre-dates Laura by a year and has a VERY similar story, yet she never took off in popularity and very few people know her. You can read about her HERE on my Marvel blog. Again, would not say there’s actually any reason she’s earned love from the RPC like, say, Meggan or Luna, but I just thought I’d toss that in as a tidbit for the Logan family fans, as I know there are many.(Also, cheating because these are dudes, but: I’m not a Banshee fan but I am surprised I’ve never seen a blog for him, nor for Sunfire. Or for 616 Pyro. Or...)

[excusemysaltiness]

Haven || Loki x Reader

Chapter 1: Unleashed

Summary: The Avengers successfully secure a Hydra base but all goes wrong when its deadly prisoner escapes. Having been imprisoned for many decades, Y/N does her best to evade her pursuers. But despite her efforts, the same god of mischief continues to find her.

Chapter 2

The sun disappears bit by bit as darkened clouds set upon the ominous Hydra base. A mighty storm brews within the shadows and expands quickly, shrouding the land below in darkness. A chain of lightning strikes the Hydra base, bombarding it with barrages of electrical currents. The assault ensues until the sites security systems are disabled by the power surge.

"Good job, Thor." Comments Steve over the comms. He nods at the pilot, Natasha, indicating for her to land the Quinjet whilst the rest of the team fit their uniforms and ready their weapons. The soldier turns from the cockpit and inspects the cabin. Everyone's prepared for the battle ahead. All except for one person: the god of mischief. Steve approaches Loki and maintains his stern demeanour, unscathed by the gods piercing glares. He glances at his left hand, watching it carefully as it twirls an intricate dagger, before meeting his icy gaze.

"Get ready before we land."

In one swift motion, Loki fixes his grip on the handle of his dagger and points its blade at the soldier's chest.

"You think you can command me, mortal?" He seethes sharply. The tip of the blade inches closer towards Steve but stops when Loki registers the sound of guns cocking. He turns to see Natasha and Sam with their handguns aimed at him and glares at them before removing his dagger from Steves' chest.

"I am only assisting you in your campaign because of my brother," He says. "None of you is to command me and if any of you are to be in need of aid in the midst of the battle do not expect me to be your rescue."

The Quinjet, set on auto-pilot, lands itself in the forest aside the base and the rear door lowers. The team quickly filters out of the aircraft and Loki follows a few metres behind them. The irritated god looks up to the darkened sky to see his brother and Stark fly past and engage in combat with some Hydra operatives ahead. There are hundreds of them. Enough to help me alleviate my anger. Before they enter the clearing, Loki's attire shimmers and his Asgardian armour promptly replaces it. He summons two daggers, one held in each hand, and rushes forward towards an unsuspecting enemy. The unfortunate soldiers' screams fall on death ears and Loki continues to prey on the Hydra agents one after the other, leaving a trail of mutilated bodies in his wake. The battle prolongs for a great amount of time and eventually, the Avengers emerge victoriously. While Stark and Vision work away at downloading files from the facility's main computer system, the rest of the team explore the many floors of the desolated base. The top five levels hold nothing of interest to them, withholding only an armoury, training centre and barracks. The team sweeps through the halls, quickly snuffing out any stray Hydra soldiers, before making their way back to the elevator. They finally reach the basement floor and are startled by what the elevator doors reveal. The dark entry hallway is littered with deceased Hydra operatives.

"Keep an eye out guys," Warns Tony over the comms. "Whatever they were holding in the containment cells down there got out during the blackout."

"Do you know what they are?" Asks Natasha as she steps over a tattered body.

"A bunch of experiments gone wrong."

Stark and Vision scroll to the bottom of the folder and open up the last file.

"And a prisoner." Adds Vision.

Steve holds up a fisted hand and the team comes to a halt. Running footsteps echo from ahead accompanied by ragged pants and whimpers. The sound becomes louder until eventually, they spot the source: a snivelling Hydra operative. His left arm is missing, exposing a bloodied shoulder joint, and his right foot is twisted backwards, dragging along the floor. His injuries are very similar to ones that the corpses bear and the team fears that he might endure the same fate.

The dishevelled man looks up to the Avengers with fearful eyes. "Rennt!" He cries out. "Close the elevator or else she'll escape!"

Acting on instinct, Wanda hurries back to the panel aside the elevator doors and Thor rushes forward towards the Hydra agent. He reaches out his hand to the wounded soldier and goes to move under his right arm to offer him support. All seems well for a few seconds when suddenly the man is wrenched from the thunder gods' grip. A humanoid figure drags him back into the shadows and his blood-curdling scream is ended by a sickening snap. They hear his body fall to the floor with a thud and immediately aim their weapons ahead.

Thor holds up his hammer threateningly and calls out to the creature hiding in the darkness. "Show yourself!" His voice booms.

The Avengers maintain their positions, weapons armed and readied, but ultimately, nothing happens. After a while, the eerie silence is finally lifted and replaced by the sound of scraping metal. Followed by a door becoming unhinged.

"Shit," Curses Tony over the comms. "It's going through the emergency exit!"

"Which way's the exit?"

"Don't bother, it's already reached the surface!" He responds before flipping on his helmet.

While Stark and Vision attempt to capture the escapee, the rest of the team backtrack to the elevator and make their way to the ground floor. But by the time they get outside of the base they discover that the prisoner has already escaped. Steve and Natasha rush to Tony's side and assess his damaged armour and, more importantly, the deep gash along his right arm.

"Don't worry," Pants Stark, wincing as Natasha wraps up his arm. "Gabriel won't get far with her injured wing."

Sam lets out a short chuckle and the others shake their heads annoyedly. "You really gotta stop with your nicknames, man."

"Good Morning America, 'Evil Sweeps Over Idaho', over the night multiple residents of Canyon County, Idaho reported a winged woman flying over their homes and stealing food from wherever she could. One man suffered injuries to his face as he defended his shop from the female while another claims that he was lifted into the air before being dropped 12 feet off of the ground. Both the Nampa and Caldwell Police Department responded to the distressed calls and were able to confirm that the strange sightings were, in fact, true. Efforts were made to capture the person of interest but unfortunately, they were unable to apprehend her. No one knows where the creature came from but the local Nampa Church of Christ believes that the individual is a fallen angel expelled from heaven."

Loki rolls his eyes at the mention of the Midgardian religion and resumes reading his book whilst the rest of the Avengers' eyes are glued to the flat screen television.

"The local Police Department's have warned Canyon County residents to remain indoors until the woman is captured. The US army has begun searching the Morley Nelson Snake River Birds of Prey National Conservation Area where the individual is said to be hiding and hope that she doesn't set off and attack any more civilians."

The television screen switches off and the teams focus shifts to Nick Fury. He stands at the end of the briefing room table and pulls up a file on the holographic projector. Loki discards his book on his lap and inspects the image accompanying the lines of text. He finds himself weirdly entranced by the h/c haired woman and feels a pang of guilt when he examines her eyes. Though it is a stilled image, he can see the pain and sadness layered deep within her e/c eyes. Her years of imprisonment have changed her greatly. After what feels like hours of staring at the headshot, Loki finally reads the document. But he finds himself mulling over the first line of text over and over.

"Y/N." He says to himself quietly.

What a beautiful name.

Rennt: ‘Run’ in German (Thank you @softassbithc )

By the way, I’m Australian so I’m sorry if I got anything wrong (Specifically the GMA report)

Thanks for reading! Feedback would be much appreciated! :))

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Warrior Daughter

Chapter Ten

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 4601 Warnings: Blood, battle, a little gore.

Song: Queen of the Night by Whitney Houston

The keep was laid out like an E with the main doors set in the center at the top of a half-dozen stairs. The castle spread out long to the left and right, before making the sharp turn of the wings where the living quarters for each Valkyrie resided on the second and third floors, while the main floor housed the common rooms, parlours, library, and classrooms for the novates.

The main doors led straight into a grand hall where once banners for both the rulers of Asgard and the Valkyrie hung with pride. Well over three stories tall, the space soared completely open. The roof rested on pillars of ancient stone, carved in the likeness of warrior women. Once symbols of both Valkyrie and Asgard would have hung from the rafters. Baskets of flowers and heavily scented evergreens would have softened the harshness of the stone, but now only one banner flew. Wide and grand and larger than the two previous ones together, it held pride of place above the doors to the throne room at the far end of the hall, and you glared at it in anger.

A pegasus rampant on a black background, the symbols and runes of protection gone. Not one to honour Freyja. Not one to acknowledge Odin. Nothing to show Thor’s presence at all.

“Once I deal with the Fullmakt, Eira, you will cut that monstrous piece of sacrilege down and return the ancient banners. If the one for Asgard is no longer fit to fly, or must be changed out to honour Thor properly, you will send word to Asgard to have Lady Sif bring it with her.”

“Yes, my queen.” She bowed, but you were already making your way toward the double set of old wooden doors beneath the banner which loudly proclaimed the Valkyrjur felt they were above the rules of Asgard.

Two women in full, but black, battle dress, shields and spears held at the ready stood before the closed doors.

“Who dares approach the Fullmakt’s throne?” one had the audacity to ask.

Steve stepped past you on one side, and Bucky the other. Had these women had any clue who they were addressing, or what such scowls meant when they appeared upon the men’s faces, both would have been better prepared for what came next.

Steve’s shield sang when he pulled it from beneath his cloak and sent it flying the length of the room. It clanged hard off the shields of both women, sending them slamming into the door behind them. Bucky ducked the returning weapon, having followed its path at a dead run, grabbed both stunned females by the side of the head and slammed them together, setting their ears ringing when their helmets connected.

“Your queen approaches. Show some respect,” he snarled before shoving them out of the way to shoulder open both enormous doors on his own.

“Wow,” Eira whispered, clearly admiring Bucky’s strength.

“They are more than they seem, sister kin,” you said softly and walked through the doors behind Bucky as Steve slid his shield on his arm.

The sun fell warm across your body from the floor to ceiling windows. It was a cathedral space with a gallery area around the second floor where more Valkyrie and a few maidens waited. The rest of the Valkyrjur, mostly the experienced fighters, lined the walls of the throne room. 

Three walls of windows let in the blinding morning light. You paced forward, moving between shadows and light when pillars or the width of stone window frames blocked the sun. It made you thankful for the long beak of Freyja’s helm, and how it shielded your sensitive eyes from the constant change of brightness.

Your boots echoed with each step, the room silent with your rather dramatic entrance until you came to a stop a few yards away from the dais raised three stairs up from the main floor, unlike the high throne of Asgard. You were queen, but only your title set you apart. In the day to day, or in battle, you worked, trained, and fought just as hard as everyone else.

Windows of coloured glass depicting battles of old rose to the rafters behind your understated wooden throne. But now, an interloper was sitting in your seat.

“Fullmakt, remove yourself from my throne.”

She only stared haughtily at you. “Why? Because you claim to be the long lost queen? Sváfa, daughter of Tove. Born on a foreign world, memories returned without the temple’s assistance? I think you try to take what is not yours.”

“How and why I have returned is not the question here. Thor and Loki recognize me. Odin called me to return. Freyja herself sends me,” you stated as you removed the helmet and held it high for all to see. “This was her gift to me. Given so all may know I am her chosen. To stand against me is to stand against the will of the Goddess!”

A wave of murmurs washed through the room. The stir one of unrest, and uncertainty.

“How do we know it too is not a fake?”

You turned slowly to face the throne. “You dare question Freyja?”

“I dare question you,” the woman said, rising from the throne. Taller than you, she appeared to tower above when she stood on the edge of the dais. The Fullmakt’s helm graced her head, a helm comprised of a small dragon’s skull and full feather headdress. She stood, arms crossed, her leather pants as black as the dragon’s empty eyes. A breastplate of fancy bronze protected her chest and sides, matching the bracers on her forearms. It was a look many within the hall also sported.

“I see only a woman of undetermined origin. One of… questionable ability.”

You lifted your chin. “What do you mean by that?”

She tilted her head and smiled slyly. “We would never stand to let a… disabled queen rule us. Tell me, Sváfa. Would you follow a blind queen into battle?”

Another rush of noise filled the hall, but you didn’t let her words disconcert you. Just how the hell did she know that when, for all intents and purposes, no one here should yet be aware of your disability.

“I am only partially blind. And as I defeated Medina, First among the Wings with my eyes closed, I can guarantee I am a better fighter without my eyes than you would ever be with yours.”

She snarled and nearly stepped from the dais. “You dare?”

“If you do not step down from my throne, I will come up there and take it!” you bellowed. “You have allowed the Valkyrjur to fall into dishonour, and further dishonour yourself by refusing my claim. Walk away now, and I will allow you to leave the valley. You will be stripped of your armour, your sword, your rank, and your steed, but you will keep your life. Stay… and I will kill you and take what is rightfully mine.”

“You make a mockery of our ways! Bringing a man not your sjelevenn into these halls and claiming him your protector!” she screamed.

“It is you who mocks the gods!” Your hand closed around the hilt of your sword. “After seeing the state of affairs you have allowed befall the Valkyrjur, Bucky is better equipped to watch my back than any I would dare call sister.”

Gasps rose from more than a few throats, but you turned your attention from the Fullmakt to glare at Ama standing near the dais. “You disappoint me, Ama.”

“My queen.” She placed a fist on her heart and bowed deeply. “I came to try and speak sense within these walls, or I assure you, I would have been in the courtyard when you arrived. I stand with you, Queen Sváfa. On my honour.”

You listened to her heart, listened in all the ways Matty had taught you to listen and found only truth in her words, not a hint of falsehood. “Clearly, your words have fallen on deaf ears.”

“Unfortunately,” she sighed.

With a tilt of your head, you motioned for her to take her place with your small group. Ama bowed again, then moved to stand with Eira.

“The choice is yours, Fullmakt, and I am waiting for you to make it,” you said quietly, returning your attention to the woman on the dais.

“Then I chose to fight!” she screamed, reaching behind her back to pull two long blades from her spine.

“So be it,” you purred and slipped Freyja’s helm back on your head. Glemsel rang with the sound of victory when you pulled your sword from its sheath. “Any who interfere will be cut down! I declare this Queen’s Challenge!” you snarled when others began reaching for weapons.

All movement stopped, a dozen hearts skipped a beat, and you knew then and there what the plan had been. They would have cut you down as a group, come at you a dozen to one, and killed all those who stood with you, then claimed it had not been Queen’s Challenge, allowing them to justify their actions.

When the Fullmakt’s eyes widened, and she shot a glance at Gunborg, you knew you had fucked their little plan up royally. No one would dare step in now.

“I… have not decreed it so,” the woman in the dragon helm murmured.

“You stand between me and my throne, Fullmakt. It is a challenge, and I have named it so! I would have your name before I send you to hell.” You let the tip of your sword rest against the ground, your mother’s gauntlet catching the light, and nodded when Steve stepped forward to slide his shield up your arm.

“Kick her ass, baby,” he whispered only for you before moving away to stand back with Bucky, Ama, and Eira.

Her heart skipped and kicked, sweat beaded her upper lip and trickled down her spine. Fear rose in a cloud of scent around her. “Selky.”

“Well met, Selky. Come, finish what you started.” With a flick of your sword, you called her out.

Her grip tightened on her swords. “So be it.”

She pushed from the dais, leapt into the air, and slashed both swords down at you. They clanged loudly off Steve’s shield, and the vibration of the blow dispersed without a twinge of it reaching your arm. 

Vibranium. You just had to love it.

Shoving her away, you slashed at her stomach to force her back, flowing with her as she moved and swung hard at her head, smacking the helm of the Fullmakt off with ease. It skidded to a stop at Gunborg’s feet where her sjelevenn bent to retrieve it.

Selky stumbled, fear appearing in the paleness of her features. Her sword swung up and you paired the first away with your blade, the second with your shield, then kicked her hard in the abdomen sending her flying back to land on the steps of the dais.

“I am Sváfa, daughter of Tove, and Queen of the Valkyrie. Sister to Thor and Loki. Daughter of Odin. Chosen one of Freyja,” you stated, stalking toward the fallen woman. “I am Y/N, child of Midgard. Wife to Steven Rogers, the First Avenger. Sister to James Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Sister kin to Eira, a Valkyrie maiden.”

Selky picked herself off the ground and charged forward. She swung her sword, but you brushed it away. Swung the other, and you brought the edge of Steve’s shield down on it when you stepped gracefully out of its path and sheared it off at the hilt.

Down to one weapon, Selky threw the hilt of the other sword at you, but you glided out of the way. She slashed at you, but you easily slapped her sword down, her actions growing more desperate with each ragged breath.

You let Steve’s shield slide from your arm to fall to the floor. “Freyja is most disappointed in her children,” you murmured as you flicked your sword faster than most could see and sliced open her right thigh.

A grunt escaped Selky’s lips. “You are no queen of mine.”

A sad smile curled your lips. “I know. More’s the pity.” Evading her downward slash, you snuck beneath her arm and drew your sword along her ribs. It bit deep, raking over bone. She screamed and stumbled forward a step before the tip of your blade swept through her hamstrings. “But an example must be made.”

She fell to her knees, the sharp scent of her blood filled your nose. “Freyja save me,” Selky whispered.

There was a sickening crunch when your sword when through her back, cleaving armour and bone and flesh, to exit her chest. You took her by the shoulder and whispered near her ear, “Freyja no longer sees your face.”

A cry of despair left Selky’s lips when the truth of her actions and her failure hit her at the moment of her death.

You pulled Glemsel from her back, reached up, and took your helm from your head. As you stood over her body, you allowed all to see the tears which spilled down your cheeks. Silence reigned as you looked them over, let them all know the pain in your heart for killing one of your own.

“This was not my hope,” you said softly, knowing your voice would carry to even the far reaches of the hall. “Killing a sister was never my wish, but too long has the Valkyrjur lived without leadership. Too long have you suffered, floundering without order. No more! The old ways, the ways of our foresisters, the ways of honour, valour, and pride shall return to you, my sisters!”

A soft murmur of agreement ran through them.

“People will again look to the skies in awe when the wings of our pegasi cast shadows! They will speak of us in reverent tones as they once did! They will know in their hearts the Elite of Asgard once again ride at the will of Asgard’s King! Thor will hail us his greatest force in the Feast Halls, and we will be a proud people once more!”

A louder cry of agreement reverberated within the walls.

“I will work you hard, my sisters. But you will feel joy in your souls again! You will know you live with honour! The young girls of this world will once more clamour to be part of our society!”

A roar was building, beginning to echo with the pounding of many feet.

“The names of the Valkyrjur will again be whispered by the mouths of the fallen, looking for us! Waiting! Hoping to be chosen for a seat in Valhalla!” you bellowed and raised your bloody sword. “Freyja will again look favourably on you!”

The roar could not be contained as the mob of them began to chant your name.

You held up your hand, asking for silence, waiting until it carried like a hush over them all. “I am Sváfa, daughter of Tove. There stands the throne of the Valkyrie. I claim my right to sit upon it. But I ask you, sisters. Am I your queen?”

Eira and Ama were the first to move. Both stepped forward and dropped to their knee, fists going to their hearts. “You are our queen!”

Bucky joined them second. “You are my queen,” he said, mirroring their action.

Nearly as one the rest of the women in the hall went to a knee. “You are our queen!”

You turned to look at Gunborg, her sjelevenn, and the handful of women with her. Their descent to their knees happened begrudgingly. “You are our queen.”

The last one standing was Steve. He walked toward you slowly, picked up his shield, stepped over Selky’s body, and took your arm to lead you toward the dais. He guided you up the stairs, sat you on the throne, and knelt at your feet.

“You are my queen.” All you could see in the blue of his eyes was pride.

Resting your sword against your throne, you took his chin in your hand, and kissed him soundly.

The roar of approval was deafening.

Again you held up your hand and waited them out. “We begin anew, sisters. The time of unrest ends now. We return to the old ways. Some things have been forgotten. Much has fallen to the past.” You glared at Gunborg. “Those who know better should not have let so much fall by the wayside.”

She looked away, but not out of shame, her jaw clenching in anger.

“Ama.” You looked to the woman who’d stood with you.

“Yes, my queen?” she rose to her feet.

“Send to the temple. I would speak with the High Priestess.”

She blinked at you and frowned. “She will not come, my queen. All must now seek their audience within the temple’s walls.”

Rage rippled inside you. Old anger which had you tightly gripping Freyja’s helm. It was as if the gift from the Goddess had also bestowed a bit of her inside you. As if a tendril of her power had become yours and reacted poorly when the old ways were discarded or ignored.

You waved her closer and held out the helmet when she approached. “Take this with you. Tell her Freyja’s chosen commands her presence. If she will not come, make her!” you snarled.

Ama looked shocked, but took the helmet and hurried out of the hall.

A ripple of unease went through the rest of the Valkyrie and had you rising to your feet. “Make no mistake, sisters! I spoke with the Goddess at length about her feelings on you, her temple, and her priestess’. Freyja is not pleased!” you roared. “Things will change both here and in the temple, and all those who stand against her will, will not survive the purge that is coming.”

“If you’re her chosen,” Gunborg said, getting to her feet. “Why are you only now returning?”

“Excuse me?” you glared at her.

“You said Loki and Thor knew you. Odin has been calling you back. How long have you been returned to your memories, my queen,” she sneered, “before deciding to grace us with your presence.”

Unfortunately, it was a valid question. “Two and a half months.”

“Almost three months,” she scoffed, sending more ripples of unease filling the hall as she stormed forward. “And only now you decide to grace us with your presence?”

“I first had to learn to live as a Valkyrie with partial blindness. I would have been no good to anyone as I was, and as I had only just found my sjelevenn, time was needed to adjust for both of us.”

“A month I could understand,” she pressed, turning to face the others, “but three?”

“It took time to find a teacher who could assist me with both my Valkyrie abilities and my disability,” you explained, a smile twitching your lips. “Then I spent a month with him, learning, training, growing into my Valkyrie self again. Even we are given that amount of time to settle the memories of our past lives, Gunborg.”

“Then there was that other thing,” Steve said, amusement in his tone.

You smiled at him, knowing he knew why you were letting her spew her vitriol. He’d returned to his feet and had thrown his cloak back, standing beside your throne looking huge and sexy in all his armour.

“Yeah, that was fun,” Bucky smirked, striding up the dais to stand on the other side of your throne in a position which mirrored Steve’s. “But I’m glad we only had to fight one of those things.”

“No one was speaking to you, Midgardian,” Gunborg sneered. “Keep your dogs on a leash,” she spat at you.

“Now, Gunborg, just because my sjeleven and his brother gave yours a little beating last time you were on Earth doesn’t mean you should get all testy about it,” you snickered, causing laughter to ripple through the hall.

Brynjar, Gunborg’s sjelevenn, sneered a nasty comment which loosely translated to mongrels in the old tongue, and while neither Steve nor Bucky reacted, you knew they understood him perfectly well.

“And maybe you should muzzle yours,” you growled at Gunborg.

“You claim to be so invested in the old ways, yet your sjelevenn is unmarked,” she sneered, looking smug.

“You mean this mark?” Steve asked, tugging down his armour to show it off. “She didn’t like the idea of branding me like cattle, but then I know she doesn’t see me as a possession but a partner.” Steve’s smile grew even smugger than Gunborg’s had been when Brynjar scowled at his words. 

Before anyone could react, Eira interrupted. “My queen? To what are your sjelevenn and guard referring? Why did it take more time for you to return?”

“I was given a mission by Odin. I had to kill the last of the Sjeletyv.”

Shock and horror rippled through the hall.

“Lies!” Gunborg spat. “Odin destroyed them all when he cleansed the lost world!”

“One escaped,” you murmured, too many memories swamping you as you sat down again. “One on a ship. One ljå who found its way to Earth and made a pact with humans who wished for immortality. The woman of my mentor had been made ljå. She led us to the Sjeletyv in a cave below the ground where I killed the last of them. Our team took out the others, and we destroyed the mountain after my mentor… killed his woman.”

Soft sounds of pity and amazement spread.

“I do not believe you!” Gunborg spat. “No Valkyrie ever won single-handedly against a ljå. Not even you.”

“So you acknowledge I am who I say I am, Gunborg?” She stiffened but gave an angry nod which caused another ripple of unrest to fill the room. Gunborg was losing favour fast with that revelation. “Then you will remember my other talent. And as you did not fight on the lost world with us, how would you know whether or not I battled and destroyed the ljå alone or not? I killed many on my own before, but this one, the Earthbound one, went after my sjelevenn.”

She gasped and took a step back. “You went Berserk?”

You smiled wickedly. “I did.”

“The legend is true?” Eira gasped.

“She’s magnificent when it happens,” Steve said proudly.

“No.” Gunborg shook her head. “It’s not possible.”

“Heimdall was there,” Bucky smirked. “His eyes were invaluable.”

Gunborg paled for none would dare question someone as known for his honour as Heimdall.

“I was injured during the battle and only just recovered the day you arrived to challenge me on Earth. That also happened to be my wedding day so you will have to forgive me for taking four days to spend time alone with my husband,” you smiled sweetly. “I came home as soon as I could.”

Her teeth ground together, but Gunborg knew she’d lost. There was no way she could challenge your honour on the subject further without making herself out as a jealous fool.

“I… accept your reasons, my queen.”

“Excellent!” You popped up from the throne. “Sisters! Already the others make ready to present themselves in full battle dress. Half of you will join the first group, half of you will join the second, but all will be expected to meet on the training grounds in either thirty minutes or an hour after that. For those accolades I see gathered, your testing begins tomorrow. Come prepared to impress me. Failure will not go without consequences.”

They all began to file out as you waved Eira forward. “Gather those you trust and bring them to me here. Then send a few of the young ones to find the old banners.”

“Yes, Sváfa,” she smiled.

“Remember, you are my ledsager. Your voice carries the authority of mine should any question you.”

Eira bowed and hurried away.

You collapsed onto the throne when the doors shut with everyone's exit. “Well, that was fun,” you sighed, glaring at the red pool left behind where Selky’s body had been. A couple of Valkyrie had come and collected her before leaving, taking her body to be prepared for burial.

“You did good, darlin’,” Steve murmured, squeezing your shoulder.

“I don’t like killing, and that was senseless killing.” You waved your hand at the floor. “She could have walked away.”

“They had it all worked out,” Bucky muttered. “Until you called it a challenge, we were gonna have a fight on our hands.”

“I know. And I also know which ones will be trouble now. Some stood with Gunborg, but there were others scattered around the room. Their hearts all jumped when they put their weapons away.”

“You seem mighty chummy with that Ama all of a sudden,” Bucky murmured. “You sure about her, dollface?”

“As I can be. She didn't lie, Buck. Not even a minute change in heart or breathing.”

He chuckled softly. “You always amaze me, Y/N.”

You sent him a wink. “I do try, Bucky.”

“I do have one question,” Steve said, looking away from the walls of colourful glass. “How the hell did she know you were blind?”

You shook your head. “I wondered that too. No one here should know.”

“Loki?” Bucky asked.

Again you shook your head. “He wouldn't have said anything unless asked directly, and why would they have reason to ask about that? Could someone have guessed because of their colour?” you wondered.

“I don’t think so,” Bucky murmured. “They're different, but you don't act or appear blind. You look directly at people when they talk, still do. Unlike Murdock who would cock his head when he was listening.”

“The only people who knew were us,” Steve muttered. “The team.”

“And Garry,” Bucky grumbled. “Between Nat, Bruce, and I, I'm pretty sure he knew just how badly he'd fucked you up.”

“Bucky,” you sighed, but knew Loki would have explained in detail why Garry was at his mercy. “So, now Garry is missing, and people who shouldn't know about my eyes do. What are we saying? Someone here helped Garry escape? And you think he's working with them?”

“It's a plausible explanation. After all, we know someone from the temple sold you out to Hydra. How else would they have your scroll?” Bucky shrugged.

You peered up at him for a moment before another sigh left your lips. “Great. Just fucking great.” Loki would really want to be running amuck in your valley.

Bucky picked your sword up and wiped it off on the edge of his cloak.

“Eww! Bucky that's nasty!” you squealed. “Now you're going to get blood everywhere!”

“Well next time clean it off on the body first before you let people take it away!” he huffed as Steve burst out laughing.

“Oh, man!” Steve leaned against the arm of your throne, doubled over with laughter. “This is a conversation I could never have imagined being part of!”

Bucky started to chuckle, and you giggled. Soon the three of you were laughing like looneys; all bent over together as the high level of tension finally broke.

No, things hadn't gone quite as planned, but they were progressing. And with your two guys watching your back, and new allies popping up unexpectedly, you felt a little more positive about the future.

Next Chapter

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Empathic Canine

Request: Hey, could I request a thing for X Men where the reader is a female mutant who can transform into animals, and she stays with Hank and Charles during the 60’s and 70’s?  Like maybe a scene where the reader is comforting Charles or working in the lab with Hank.  Please keep it platonic!  Sorry I couldn’t get to you in the requests, it doesn’t seem to work for me.

Plot: Reader can turn into different animals on command and transforms into a dog to comfort her friends Charles and Hank when the school is closed down before Days of Future Past.

Blog Tag: @curiouser-and-curiouser

A/N: This is only platonic, please don’t get the idea I am writing furry fanfiction.

Warnings: None.

Word Count Total: 530

Short Imagine #226

Title: Empathic Canine

After the School for the Gifted had closed, Hank had contacted you and asked for you to stay and help. He was designing a medication to let Charles bypass his disability and walk again. He was attempting to assist in a new healing treatment for his spine, but at the moment, it was temporary and inhibited any use of Charles’s powers.

An awfully strange type of medication, but you had let it slide. If his powers were all in making his legs move with the medication, who were you to question the treatment?

At least, that’s what you had said to Hank.

While you weren’t as proficient in mutant science as Hank was, you were best at knowing how to comfort people. Your empathic abilities came along with your… other talents.

“Ah, Y/N! Come in.” Hank greeted you at the front door to the mansion and assisted you in bringing in your luggage. It had been a few years, but this nerdy man hadn’t changed a bit.

“What can I help with, Hank?”

“Ever since the school closed, Charles hasn’t really been himself. We need your emotional expertise.”

“Show me the way.”

You sensed Charles’s despair and hollowness before you even got halfway down to Hank’s lab.

“Hank, where did you get off to?” a voice with a British accent came out of the lab, a clear sound because of the open door. You followed Hank off the stairs and through the doorway.

“Hank, I told you, I don’t need my powers, I’m fine the way -” he stopped as soon as he saw you. “Who are you?”

“Charles,” Hank said before you could speak and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “this is my old friend, Y/N. I asked them here to help.”

“I don’t need help.”

“I can sense it. You do. You’re feeling lost even with your legs back.” You interrupted him.

Hank sat in one of his lab chairs and watched the exchange go from dismissive on Charles’s part and insistent on yours to agreeable and persuasive.

“So what can you do besides feel others’ emotions?”

“I can turn into animals.”

“Any kind?”

“Yep. Let me show you.” You stepped out of the lab and around the corner.

Your fingers shrank and hair grew over them, your back arching over and soon, you had transformed into a Border Collie. Now in the form of a dog, you trotted back into the lab and curled up at Charles’ feet.

“Is this a thing Y/N normally does?”

“Has for years. As long as you don’t try to pet her any further than her ears, you’re fine.”

“Do you realize how weird that sounds, Hank?”

“I sure do, but it’s not my place to judge. Have you seen my other form?”

Charles laughed and reached down to gently pat your head, albeit awkwardly. You preened and Charles laughed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dog smile like that before.”

“And you never will again,” Hank assured. You didn’t try to say one word, you just kept your canine form, as you could feel a calm washing over the other man. Hank winked at you and you winked back.

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One of the best and cutest health condition representing stories I have read! Loki is a gem!

This might be an odd request, but could you please write a Loki x disabled!reader fic where the reader has Functional Neurologic Disorder and is having a really bad brain fog day? Like they can’t remember what someone two seconds ago kinda bad? I know it’s very specific but I never get to see my disability portrayed anywhere so I thought I’d give it a shot. Thanks for your consideration❤️

Don't Forget

Pairing: Loki x female/disabled reader (Y/N) - established relationship

Summary: You and Loki have been together just over a year and you moved into his apartment three weeks ago. He has been on a mission for the last five days and you are determined to make his homecoming special since it is the first time he's been away since you started living together. Unfortunately, you've been so busy and stressed trying to get things ready that you're FND symptoms become worse and you worry they will ruin your plans.

Background Info: Female reader has Functional Neurologic Disorder (FND) with the following symptoms - numbness / temporary paralysis in legs which requires the intermittent use of a wheelchair, light sensitivity, heat intolerance and memory issues. I know that these are not all of the symptoms of FND and there are several types and degrees of severity but these are the symptoms I included based on the request.

A/N: @fallingfastfailingfaster thank you so much for this request! I really really hope you like it! 💚💚

You turn off your alarm and reach over for Loki but his side of the bed is still empty. You sigh but quickly remember he will finally be home later today. A smile spreads across your lips, it's been five lonely nights and you can't wait to see him again.

You throw off your sheets and realize, much to your disappointment, that you can't feel your legs. They are completely numb and unresponsive when you try to move them. The muscles in your legs had been weak last night but you hoped they would be better this morning even though you know that isn't how it works. You groan as you sit up, today is not the day you want to deal with this. You reach for your wheelchair which thankfully you placed nearby last night and transfer yourself before heading out of the bedroom.

You roll into the living area and turn the lights on then quickly turn them off again as they instantly hurt your eyes. They seem far too bright this morning so you decide you'll just have to do without them. Pulling open the curtains instead, you let the morning light in then head to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee because coffee makes everything better.

When you roll over the threshold into the kitchen you pause. The green glow of Loki's seidr travels through the kitchen and you smile, watching it transform the room. The base cabinets become shorter, enabling the countertops and appliances to lower to an accessible height. The sink cabinet reconfigures so you can roll your chair under it to use it better. All of the handles on the upper cabinets lower so you can reach them without stretching as far, they already have a shelf system which allows you to pull them down so you can grab what you need.

You sit back while the kitchen renovates itself and remember the first morning after you moved in with Loki.

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You needed to use your wheelchair since you were exhausted from moving and he was shocked by how difficult it was for you to use the kitchen. He asked if you would prefer he had the kitchen adjusted by Stark's team of contractors but you told him no.

"You're too tall to use the kitchen if you lower everything so I can use it," you told him as you struggled to reach the toaster which was pushed against the back splash.

He moved it towards you then smirked, "You figured out my master plan."

You laughed and said, "I forgot who I was talking to for a minute. What master plan does the great God of Mischief have now?"

"To avoid doing the dishes ever again by making it nearly impossible for me to use the kitchen properly," he chuckled. He leaned down and kissed your cheek lightly.

You shook your head but couldn't hide your smile, telling him, "That is a horrible plan."

You reminded him that you wouldn't always need to use your wheelchair so redoing the kitchen permanently might not be very helpful to either of you. He had thought it over for a few hours, digging through some of his old books before he finally found a spell he could adjust slightly for the perfect solution.

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You reach the coffeemaker easily and turn it on then go back to your bedroom to get dressed for work. Half an hour later you pick up your bag from the coffee table and head to the front door. Your attention catches on the small sign you hung by the door. One of your oldest friends gave it to you as a joke when you moved in.

"Keys," you say out loud as you jingle them in your hand. "Wallet, phone, tablet," you read off the next items as you double check your bag on your lap. "Coffee," you read the next item, "Ahh crap!" You return to the kitchen to find your coffee lukewarm at best, still sitting in the coffeemaker. You sigh and check the clock on the stove, thankfully you still have enough time to make a second cup.

You put a lid on the cold coffee and place it in the fridge, deciding you'll have ice coffee tomorrow. You grab a post-it note from the side of the fridge and write 'ice coffee' in large letters hoping you'll see it when you are getting ready tomorrow. You put it between the note reminding you to pick up the cupcakes at 2PM and a picture of you and Loki in the park.

You smile at the picture, it was one of the first you took together when you started dating just over a year ago. Your memory for little daily tasks may be worse than terrible some days but thankfully you could remember every second you spent with him.

You pull yourself away from the memory and head towards the door again, ready to leave for work. Reaching for the knob, you suddenly you remember why you had gone back into the kitchen in the first place and rub your temples in annoyance. You head back to the kitchen and sit in front of the coffeemaker, afraid if you look away for even a second you will forget it once more.

You head straight to Agent Hill's office when you get to the floor where you with. You remind her that you will only be working until noon since Loki is arriving around 4PM.

"Are you sure you want to work today?" she asks, looking at your chair and not you. "If you're not feeling well, you can take the day off."

"I'm fine," you assure your boss. If you took off every day you didn't feel 100%, you would work around five days a year.

"You have plenty of sick time," she continues to insist you aren't well enough to work. You fight to not roll your eyes, just because you needed help getting around today didn't mean you were suddenly incapable of working.

"I told you, I'm fine," you repeat, keeping your voice even. Before she can respond, you take your tablet out of your bag and ask her, "You need the paperwork for case file X-176 and H-778 today right? The rest can wait until tomorrow, I think." You check your notes to make sure you get all your work in before you need to leave for the day.

"Yes, just those two files," she answers. "But like I said, if you need the day-"

"I'll have them to you soon," you promise then turn your chair away from her, not allowing room for her to make another comment.

You sigh when you close the door but only a second later you run into another annoying problem. Steve and Sam are walking down the hall in the direction of your office and you know the second you make eye contact with Steve what he is going to do.

"Good morning, Y/N," he says in his typically cheerful voice as he grabs onto the handles of your wheelchair.

"Hi Steve, hi Sam," you greet them both. "You don't need to do that," you tell Steve for the hundredth time.

"Its not a problem," he answers then continues his conversation with Sam as if you are simply an object he is moving. You know he means well but every time he does this, your mind returns to a post you saw on Pinterest a few years ago. It showed how to install small plastic spikes onto your handles so people can't just grab them and push you around. Nothing made you feel less independent then having someone just roll you around without even interacting with you.

Thankfully Loki never does that. He always asks if you want or need his help before touching your chair, he has never assumed you can't do things by yourself. He knows you are fiercely independent and he always supports you, it is one of the many, many things you love about him.

You rest your head on one hand with your elbow on the desk, hoping your headache will go away before Loki gets home. It started pounding as soon as you closed the door to your office this morning and hasn't let up.

Your office is the same temperature as always but you fell like it is ninety degrees. You drink another sip of water and close your eyes for a moment, feeling your heart beating faster. Wiping away a bit of sweat from your forehead, you ask J.A.R.V.I.S what the temperature in the room is for the fifth or sixth time. Again, it tells you the room is seventy degrees but your body doesn't believe it. You roll to the window near your desk and open it as much as you can reach to try and let the breeze in.

Your alarm goes off a half an hour later and you look at it curiously, wondering why you set it. When you check the message attached to the alarm you smile, your done for the day finally and Loki will be back in a few hours. You check your email for a third time to make sure you sent Agent Hill the two case files that were due today and shut down your computer.

Thankfully your memory issues weren't an issue when it came to doing your work today. You had notes and reminders all over your desk and computer so you wouldn't miss a step. Loki had suggested you write out your whole process one day when your memory wasn't so foggy and it was incredibly helpful for days like today.

You leave your office and make your way back to your apartment, luckily avoiding Steve or anyone else who wanted to be helpful. You decide to get changed quick before heading out to run your errands, the final task of the day is to pick up the cupcakes you ordered.

Loki has a substantial sweet tooth and the bakery you ordered from is special to you both. It was only a few blocks from the Tower and it was his favorite one in the city. He had taken you there after you saw a movie on your first date, sharing pastries and talking until closing. You surprised Loki with a treat from there a few weeks later when he came back from a short mission to Russia. It quickly become a tradition, whenever Loki came home after being away for a week or longer, you would pick up something for him from there.

He would sometimes bring you one of your favorite pastries and a small bunch of flowers when you were having an especially rough time with your FND. You really appreciated the way he would try and make you smile no matter how badly you were feeling.

Even though Loki had been gone less than a week, you still wanted to surprise him tonight. Since it was the first time he had left since you moved in together, it felt like something you wanted to celebrate. You had planned on making a home cooked meal as well. It was hard not to laugh at how eloquently he complained about the food SHIELD provided when he was on a mission.

You get off the bus at the grocery store and try not to be too annoyed. It is always such a pain to take public transportation with your wheelchair but what was really bothering you was that you should have done this errand already. You had meant to grocery shop two days ago, when you had the day off from work but you got distracted doing your laundry and other things. By the time you remembered that you were supposed to pick up the ingredients to make dinner, it was too late to go out.

You wait on the long line with your basket of groceries resting on your lap, thinking about the last time you came shopping here with Loki.

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"No, that one," you giggled and pointed to the cereal on the very top shelf.

"This one specifically?" he asked and you nodded when he grabed the box without having to stretch at all.

"You are so useful," you told him when he added it to the cart he was pushing. You rolled next to him down the aisle.

"I knew you were only keeping me around because of my height," he joked then kissed the top of your head.

"Its not the only reason," you smiled up at him. "But it's definitely on the list."

"Speaking of," he paused. "Is this everything that was on the list?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted with a frown when you glanced into the partially full cart. You had left the list on the kitchen counter with your reusable bags, of course.

He took your hand and said, "Take your time."

You bit your lip and looked at the cart, trying to compare it to the list you had written while eating breakfast. "Something is missing," you felt sure of it. Loki stood quietly with you, not rushing you while you thought. "Eggs," you looked up at him excitedly when it finally popped into your head.

He smiled, "To the eggs." He followed you to the back of the store, as he had three times previously that trip, never once complaining.

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You smile to yourself, still thinking about Loki, as the line finally moves. He is one of the few people you know who has never made you feel stupid or annoying for not being able to remember things. You told him once when you first started dating that you couldn't stand it when people treated you as if you weren't smart because of your memory issues and it hurt. Since then, he has always encouraged you to find the missing piece yourself first and only fills in the blanks if you ask him to.

You put the finishing touches on the lasagna and slide into the oven as your phone chimes on the counter. You pick it up and see a text from Loki telling you he's back. The smile on your face fades quickly as you realize this means you had lost track of time. You had hoped to meet him at the landing pad, you wanted to see him the minute he was home. Apparently you set up your alarm to remind you to go down and meet him, but you forgot to turn it on.

A few minutes later you hear the front door unlock and you wheel yourself into the living area to greet him. He opens the door and immediately bends down to kiss you, wrapping you in a tight hug. When he finally releases you from his hold he smiles and says, "I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too," you look up at him, you couldn't be happier to have him home.

He walks back towards the door to hang up his bag then turns on the lights without thinking. You instantly raise your hand to cover your eyes and look down as the over head light feels painfully bright. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, noticing your discomfort. He comes to your side and waves his hand, dimming the lights. "Tell me when it is okay, sweetheart," he says.

You lower your hand slightly and when it no longer hurts you tell him, "That's perfect, thanks."

He kisses your cheek and then asks, "How you are feeling?" He moves towards the couch and you follow him.

"Have the lights been bothering you all day as well?" his tone is a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I'm fine," you answer but he raises his eyebrow and tilts his head, you know he wants the truth and not what you tell everyone else. You admit you are having a rough day, "When I woke up I couldn't use my legs at all and my memory is absolutely gone today."

You push yourself onto the couch next to Loki and he shifts so his arm is around you. "Yeah, I didn't even turn them on what I got to my office. It felt like the room was on fire today too, it gave me such a headache," you tell him.

"I'm sorry you didn't feel well today," he runs his fingers through your hair slowly. "Have you been pushing yourself too hard?" he asks and you shrug, not looking at him. "I know you want to do everything but you need to remember to rest." You nod and he pulls you closer.

"-and then I told Thor that if he wasn't on the jet in the next two minutes, I was going to have them take off without him," Loki chuckles.

"You did not threaten to leave your brother in Siberia," you put your hand over your mouth.

"I had been away from you long enough," he smiles and you lean towards him, kissing his cheek. His smiles vanishes and he looks into the kitchen, "Is something burning?"

You turn to look towards the kitchen, "Oh no! Did I forget to set the timer?"

He gets up quickly and shuts off the oven before opening it and freeing a cloud of black smoke. Your heart sinks as you get back in your chair and go to the kitchen. He puts the charred remains of your lasagna in the sink and waves off the smoke so the fire alarm doesn't go off.

"I can't believe I ruined it," you look down.

Loki kneels in front of you and touches your shoulder gently, "I'm sorry, I know how hard you worked on that." You fight to hold back tears and he says, "It's okay, darling. We can order take out tonight, have a bit of dessert and watch a movie. This weekend you can show me how you make your famous lasagna."

All of a sudden you feel a tightness in your chest, "I forgot to go to the bakery." You begin to lose the battle to hold back your tears. "I burnt dinner, I messed up getting a dessert, I couldn't even get myself together to go down and see you when you got off the jet," you look down as the first tear slips down your cheek. "I wanted to make your first homecoming since we moved in together special but it's ruined because of my stupid, useless memory," you cry.

He leans towards you and you wrap your arms around him, resting your face on his shoulder. He rubs your back slowly and quietly says, "My homecoming is not ruined." You look at him and he smiles, wiping the tears from your cheeks. "I can't tell you how loved it makes me feel knowing how much effort you put into tonight," he tells you.

"Even if it was a total disaster?" you ask.

"Even then," he risks his answer and you breath a small laugh. "I know you are upset about dinner and dessert, but I'm just glad to be home with you." You nod and lock eyes with Loki, he smiles and strokes your cheek gently. "Your memory is..."

"Garbage?" you suggest.

"I was going to say 'not the best'," he shakes his head but you smile a bit.

"But garbage works," you joke, feeling slightly better.

"Will you be quiet and let me try to be romantic for a moment?" he laughs and you pretend to zip your mouth closed. He sighs and starts again, "Your memory is not the best, we can both agree on that, but I never want you to forget how much I love you. You are smart and beautiful and strong, pushing through each day even when you are in pain or your body fights you. You are the most amazing woman in the nine realms and I am so lucky to be able to call you mine."

You smile as Loki talks and when he finishes you pull him to you, kissing him deeply. "I love you too," you tell him. After a moment, he sits back and you wipe away the last remaining tears.

"I have an idea," he says. "I think you need more triggers for your memory."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

He points over your shoulder towards the door as he answers, "You haven't forgotten your keys once since you put that up."

"That was just a joke," you tell him.

"But it works," he responds.

You sit on the couch as Loki unpacks the Chinese takeout onto the coffee table. "Are you sure you're okay with doing all of this to your apartment?" you ask when he hands you a pair of chopsticks.

"Y/N, this is your home now too," he reminds you gently. "I want you to feel comfortable here and I want it to work for you, however you need it to." You kiss his cheek and he smiles.

After the two of you finish eating, you begin thinking of ways to adjust your new home to suit you better. Loki asks J.A.R.V.I.S to reprogram all of the lights to be on dimmer settings so you can still use them when you're light sensitivity is acting up. He has the program automatically ask you to set timers or reminders for all of the appliances in the kitchen, including the coffeemaker. A few hours later, you are both tired and decide any other changes can be made in the morning or as you think of them.

He helps you into bed and you push yourself onto his chest so he can hold you. He runs his fingers up and down your back lightly and you close your eyes. "I'm so glad your home," you tell him in a quiet voice.

"So am I," he replies, kissing your forehead. "Don't forget, I love you."

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This might be an odd request, but could you please write a Loki x disabled!reader fic where the reader has Functional Neurologic Disorder and is having a really bad brain fog day? Like they can’t remember what someone two seconds ago kinda bad? I know it’s very specific but I never get to see my disability portrayed anywhere so I thought I’d give it a shot. Thanks for your consideration❤️

Don't Forget

Pairing: Loki x female/disabled reader (Y/N) - established relationship

Summary: You and Loki have been together just over a year and you moved into his apartment three weeks ago. He has been on a mission for the last five days and you are determined to make his homecoming special since it is the first time he's been away since you started living together. Unfortunately, you've been so busy and stressed trying to get things ready that you're FND symptoms become worse and you worry they will ruin your plans.

Background Info: Female reader has Functional Neurologic Disorder (FND) with the following symptoms - numbness / temporary paralysis in legs which requires the intermittent use of a wheelchair, light sensitivity, heat intolerance and memory issues. I know that these are not all of the symptoms of FND and there are several types and degrees of severity but these are the symptoms I included based on the request.

A/N: @fallingfastfailingfaster thank you so much for this request! I really really hope you like it! 💚💚

You turn off your alarm and reach over for Loki but his side of the bed is still empty. You sigh but quickly remember he will finally be home later today. A smile spreads across your lips, it's been five lonely nights and you can't wait to see him again.

You throw off your sheets and realize, much to your disappointment, that you can't feel your legs. They are completely numb and unresponsive when you try to move them. The muscles in your legs had been weak last night but you hoped they would be better this morning even though you know that isn't how it works. You groan as you sit up, today is not the day you want to deal with this. You reach for your wheelchair which thankfully you placed nearby last night and transfer yourself before heading out of the bedroom.

You roll into the living area and turn the lights on then quickly turn them off again as they instantly hurt your eyes. They seem far too bright this morning so you decide you'll just have to do without them. Pulling open the curtains instead, you let the morning light in then head to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee because coffee makes everything better.

When you roll over the threshold into the kitchen you pause. The green glow of Loki's seidr travels through the kitchen and you smile, watching it transform the room. The base cabinets become shorter, enabling the countertops and appliances to lower to an accessible height. The sink cabinet reconfigures so you can roll your chair under it to use it better. All of the handles on the upper cabinets lower so you can reach them without stretching as far, they already have a shelf system which allows you to pull them down so you can grab what you need.

You sit back while the kitchen renovates itself and remember the first morning after you moved in with Loki.

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You needed to use your wheelchair since you were exhausted from moving and he was shocked by how difficult it was for you to use the kitchen. He asked if you would prefer he had the kitchen adjusted by Stark's team of contractors but you told him no.

"You're too tall to use the kitchen if you lower everything so I can use it," you told him as you struggled to reach the toaster which was pushed against the back splash.

He moved it towards you then smirked, "You figured out my master plan."

You laughed and said, "I forgot who I was talking to for a minute. What master plan does the great God of Mischief have now?"

"To avoid doing the dishes ever again by making it nearly impossible for me to use the kitchen properly," he chuckled. He leaned down and kissed your cheek lightly.

You shook your head but couldn't hide your smile, telling him, "That is a horrible plan."

You reminded him that you wouldn't always need to use your wheelchair so redoing the kitchen permanently might not be very helpful to either of you. He had thought it over for a few hours, digging through some of his old books before he finally found a spell he could adjust slightly for the perfect solution.

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You reach the coffeemaker easily and turn it on then go back to your bedroom to get dressed for work. Half an hour later you pick up your bag from the coffee table and head to the front door. Your attention catches on the small sign you hung by the door. One of your oldest friends gave it to you as a joke when you moved in.

"Keys," you say out loud as you jingle them in your hand. "Wallet, phone, tablet," you read off the next items as you double check your bag on your lap. "Coffee," you read the next item, "Ahh crap!" You return to the kitchen to find your coffee lukewarm at best, still sitting in the coffeemaker. You sigh and check the clock on the stove, thankfully you still have enough time to make a second cup.

You put a lid on the cold coffee and place it in the fridge, deciding you'll have ice coffee tomorrow. You grab a post-it note from the side of the fridge and write 'ice coffee' in large letters hoping you'll see it when you are getting ready tomorrow. You put it between the note reminding you to pick up the cupcakes at 2PM and a picture of you and Loki in the park.

You smile at the picture, it was one of the first you took together when you started dating just over a year ago. Your memory for little daily tasks may be worse than terrible some days but thankfully you could remember every second you spent with him.

You pull yourself away from the memory and head towards the door again, ready to leave for work. Reaching for the knob, you suddenly you remember why you had gone back into the kitchen in the first place and rub your temples in annoyance. You head back to the kitchen and sit in front of the coffeemaker, afraid if you look away for even a second you will forget it once more.

You head straight to Agent Hill's office when you get to the floor where you with. You remind her that you will only be working until noon since Loki is arriving around 4PM.

"Are you sure you want to work today?" she asks, looking at your chair and not you. "If you're not feeling well, you can take the day off."

"I'm fine," you assure your boss. If you took off every day you didn't feel 100%, you would work around five days a year.

"You have plenty of sick time," she continues to insist you aren't well enough to work. You fight to not roll your eyes, just because you needed help getting around today didn't mean you were suddenly incapable of working.

"I told you, I'm fine," you repeat, keeping your voice even. Before she can respond, you take your tablet out of your bag and ask her, "You need the paperwork for case file X-176 and H-778 today right? The rest can wait until tomorrow, I think." You check your notes to make sure you get all your work in before you need to leave for the day.

"Yes, just those two files," she answers. "But like I said, if you need the day-"

"I'll have them to you soon," you promise then turn your chair away from her, not allowing room for her to make another comment.

You sigh when you close the door but only a second later you run into another annoying problem. Steve and Sam are walking down the hall in the direction of your office and you know the second you make eye contact with Steve what he is going to do.

"Good morning, Y/N," he says in his typically cheerful voice as he grabs onto the handles of your wheelchair.

"Hi Steve, hi Sam," you greet them both. "You don't need to do that," you tell Steve for the hundredth time.

"Its not a problem," he answers then continues his conversation with Sam as if you are simply an object he is moving. You know he means well but every time he does this, your mind returns to a post you saw on Pinterest a few years ago. It showed how to install small plastic spikes onto your handles so people can't just grab them and push you around. Nothing made you feel less independent then having someone just roll you around without even interacting with you.

Thankfully Loki never does that. He always asks if you want or need his help before touching your chair, he has never assumed you can't do things by yourself. He knows you are fiercely independent and he always supports you, it is one of the many, many things you love about him.

You rest your head on one hand with your elbow on the desk, hoping your headache will go away before Loki gets home. It started pounding as soon as you closed the door to your office this morning and hasn't let up.

Your office is the same temperature as always but you fell like it is ninety degrees. You drink another sip of water and close your eyes for a moment, feeling your heart beating faster. Wiping away a bit of sweat from your forehead, you ask J.A.R.V.I.S what the temperature in the room is for the fifth or sixth time. Again, it tells you the room is seventy degrees but your body doesn't believe it. You roll to the window near your desk and open it as much as you can reach to try and let the breeze in.

Your alarm goes off a half an hour later and you look at it curiously, wondering why you set it. When you check the message attached to the alarm you smile, your done for the day finally and Loki will be back in a few hours. You check your email for a third time to make sure you sent Agent Hill the two case files that were due today and shut down your computer.

Thankfully your memory issues weren't an issue when it came to doing your work today. You had notes and reminders all over your desk and computer so you wouldn't miss a step. Loki had suggested you write out your whole process one day when your memory wasn't so foggy and it was incredibly helpful for days like today.

You leave your office and make your way back to your apartment, luckily avoiding Steve or anyone else who wanted to be helpful. You decide to get changed quick before heading out to run your errands, the final task of the day is to pick up the cupcakes you ordered.

Loki has a substantial sweet tooth and the bakery you ordered from is special to you both. It was only a few blocks from the Tower and it was his favorite one in the city. He had taken you there after you saw a movie on your first date, sharing pastries and talking until closing. You surprised Loki with a treat from there a few weeks later when he came back from a short mission to Russia. It quickly become a tradition, whenever Loki came home after being away for a week or longer, you would pick up something for him from there.

He would sometimes bring you one of your favorite pastries and a small bunch of flowers when you were having an especially rough time with your FND. You really appreciated the way he would try and make you smile no matter how badly you were feeling.

Even though Loki had been gone less than a week, you still wanted to surprise him tonight. Since it was the first time he had left since you moved in together, it felt like something you wanted to celebrate. You had planned on making a home cooked meal as well. It was hard not to laugh at how eloquently he complained about the food SHIELD provided when he was on a mission.

You get off the bus at the grocery store and try not to be too annoyed. It is always such a pain to take public transportation with your wheelchair but what was really bothering you was that you should have done this errand already. You had meant to grocery shop two days ago, when you had the day off from work but you got distracted doing your laundry and other things. By the time you remembered that you were supposed to pick up the ingredients to make dinner, it was too late to go out.

You wait on the long line with your basket of groceries resting on your lap, thinking about the last time you came shopping here with Loki.

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"No, that one," you giggled and pointed to the cereal on the very top shelf.

"This one specifically?" he asked and you nodded when he grabed the box without having to stretch at all.

"You are so useful," you told him when he added it to the cart he was pushing. You rolled next to him down the aisle.

"I knew you were only keeping me around because of my height," he joked then kissed the top of your head.

"Its not the only reason," you smiled up at him. "But it's definitely on the list."

"Speaking of," he paused. "Is this everything that was on the list?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted with a frown when you glanced into the partially full cart. You had left the list on the kitchen counter with your reusable bags, of course.

He took your hand and said, "Take your time."

You bit your lip and looked at the cart, trying to compare it to the list you had written while eating breakfast. "Something is missing," you felt sure of it. Loki stood quietly with you, not rushing you while you thought. "Eggs," you looked up at him excitedly when it finally popped into your head.

He smiled, "To the eggs." He followed you to the back of the store, as he had three times previously that trip, never once complaining.

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You smile to yourself, still thinking about Loki, as the line finally moves. He is one of the few people you know who has never made you feel stupid or annoying for not being able to remember things. You told him once when you first started dating that you couldn't stand it when people treated you as if you weren't smart because of your memory issues and it hurt. Since then, he has always encouraged you to find the missing piece yourself first and only fills in the blanks if you ask him to.

You put the finishing touches on the lasagna and slide into the oven as your phone chimes on the counter. You pick it up and see a text from Loki telling you he's back. The smile on your face fades quickly as you realize this means you had lost track of time. You had hoped to meet him at the landing pad, you wanted to see him the minute he was home. Apparently you set up your alarm to remind you to go down and meet him, but you forgot to turn it on.

A few minutes later you hear the front door unlock and you wheel yourself into the living area to greet him. He opens the door and immediately bends down to kiss you, wrapping you in a tight hug. When he finally releases you from his hold he smiles and says, "I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too," you look up at him, you couldn't be happier to have him home.

He walks back towards the door to hang up his bag then turns on the lights without thinking. You instantly raise your hand to cover your eyes and look down as the over head light feels painfully bright. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, noticing your discomfort. He comes to your side and waves his hand, dimming the lights. "Tell me when it is okay, sweetheart," he says.

You lower your hand slightly and when it no longer hurts you tell him, "That's perfect, thanks."

He kisses your cheek and then asks, "How you are feeling?" He moves towards the couch and you follow him.

"Have the lights been bothering you all day as well?" his tone is a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I'm fine," you answer but he raises his eyebrow and tilts his head, you know he wants the truth and not what you tell everyone else. You admit you are having a rough day, "When I woke up I couldn't use my legs at all and my memory is absolutely gone today."

You push yourself onto the couch next to Loki and he shifts so his arm is around you. "Yeah, I didn't even turn them on what I got to my office. It felt like the room was on fire today too, it gave me such a headache," you tell him.

"I'm sorry you didn't feel well today," he runs his fingers through your hair slowly. "Have you been pushing yourself too hard?" he asks and you shrug, not looking at him. "I know you want to do everything but you need to remember to rest." You nod and he pulls you closer.

"-and then I told Thor that if he wasn't on the jet in the next two minutes, I was going to have them take off without him," Loki chuckles.

"You did not threaten to leave your brother in Siberia," you put your hand over your mouth.

"I had been away from you long enough," he smiles and you lean towards him, kissing his cheek. His smiles vanishes and he looks into the kitchen, "Is something burning?"

You turn to look towards the kitchen, "Oh no! Did I forget to set the timer?"

He gets up quickly and shuts off the oven before opening it and freeing a cloud of black smoke. Your heart sinks as you get back in your chair and go to the kitchen. He puts the charred remains of your lasagna in the sink and waves off the smoke so the fire alarm doesn't go off.

"I can't believe I ruined it," you look down.

Loki kneels in front of you and touches your shoulder gently, "I'm sorry, I know how hard you worked on that." You fight to hold back tears and he says, "It's okay, darling. We can order take out tonight, have a bit of dessert and watch a movie. This weekend you can show me how you make your famous lasagna."

All of a sudden you feel a tightness in your chest, "I forgot to go to the bakery." You begin to lose the battle to hold back your tears. "I burnt dinner, I messed up getting a dessert, I couldn't even get myself together to go down and see you when you got off the jet," you look down as the first tear slips down your cheek. "I wanted to make your first homecoming since we moved in together special but it's ruined because of my stupid, useless memory," you cry.

He leans towards you and you wrap your arms around him, resting your face on his shoulder. He rubs your back slowly and quietly says, "My homecoming is not ruined." You look at him and he smiles, wiping the tears from your cheeks. "I can't tell you how loved it makes me feel knowing how much effort you put into tonight," he tells you.

"Even if it was a total disaster?" you ask.

"Even then," he risks his answer and you breath a small laugh. "I know you are upset about dinner and dessert, but I'm just glad to be home with you." You nod and lock eyes with Loki, he smiles and strokes your cheek gently. "Your memory is..."

"Garbage?" you suggest.

"I was going to say 'not the best'," he shakes his head but you smile a bit.

"But garbage works," you joke, feeling slightly better.

"Will you be quiet and let me try to be romantic for a moment?" he laughs and you pretend to zip your mouth closed. He sighs and starts again, "Your memory is not the best, we can both agree on that, but I never want you to forget how much I love you. You are smart and beautiful and strong, pushing through each day even when you are in pain or your body fights you. You are the most amazing woman in the nine realms and I am so lucky to be able to call you mine."

You smile as Loki talks and when he finishes you pull him to you, kissing him deeply. "I love you too," you tell him. After a moment, he sits back and you wipe away the last remaining tears.

"I have an idea," he says. "I think you need more triggers for your memory."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

He points over your shoulder towards the door as he answers, "You haven't forgotten your keys once since you put that up."

"That was just a joke," you tell him.

"But it works," he responds.

You sit on the couch as Loki unpacks the Chinese takeout onto the coffee table. "Are you sure you're okay with doing all of this to your apartment?" you ask when he hands you a pair of chopsticks.

"Y/N, this is your home now too," he reminds you gently. "I want you to feel comfortable here and I want it to work for you, however you need it to." You kiss his cheek and he smiles.

After the two of you finish eating, you begin thinking of ways to adjust your new home to suit you better. Loki asks J.A.R.V.I.S to reprogram all of the lights to be on dimmer settings so you can still use them when you're light sensitivity is acting up. He has the program automatically ask you to set timers or reminders for all of the appliances in the kitchen, including the coffeemaker. A few hours later, you are both tired and decide any other changes can be made in the morning or as you think of them.

He helps you into bed and you push yourself onto his chest so he can hold you. He runs his fingers up and down your back lightly and you close your eyes. "I'm so glad your home," you tell him in a quiet voice.

"So am I," he replies, kissing your forehead. "Don't forget, I love you."

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