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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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Blossom

Summary - Doubt always stopped you from love, not anymore.

Warnings - This has some SMUT in the end, so 18+ only, You have been warned!

Author's Note- I wanted to write a one-shot with a reunion with Druig after the Emergence and make it more sensual than anything. I hope you like it :)

Throughout your time on earth, seeing centuries come and go and the planet evolves in such a natural state, you never thought you would be in such a predicament as this.

Covered in a hint of sweat, your heart still racing under your skin and against your chest, and your eyes looking at the outstretched fingers of marble. The rolling waves from the ocean roar in your ears with the sea air in your hair and along your eyelashes. One week ago you were living in solitude out on the Oregon Coast in the Pacific Northwest, the cool ocean was always calling to you along with the ever-consistent greenery and lush foliage of the forest. You liked living alone, watching the humans from afar, and seeing where they are heading when it came to their evolution. They have come so far in your mind already and they have still battle through and endure.

You weren’t always alone though, yet for the past 400 years you chose to be. The group of beings that you were with since the dawn of human time on Earth were the first group of beings that you grew to love, you family if you will. You were all sent to Earth to stop Deviants from hurting or killing humans, and not to interfere with the human evolution which was never ending and consistently changing. It seemed so simple at first, yet watching all that the humans could do unfold in front of you was both thrilling at scary.

The others with you, other Eternals, they grew on your skin like a new mold that was for you to wear, a new shield across your fragile body to make you stronger. They were just as curious to the humans around them, willing to help but not too much. They were all unique in their own ways when it came to how to interact and help with the humans, yet you all hid in the shadows as times passed. The curiosity of humans morphed into fear, and fear morphed into anger. When you were once worshipped as Gods, you were then feared as if you were cursed spirits bringing nothing but trouble and pain for the humans.

Just a betrayal, from the very species you swore to protect.

Yet you all still loved them, their ever-fragile lives that were so short compared to yours, and their brains and knowledge limited compared to your own. You noticed as time went on some loved the humans more than others, thinking of them as good creatures that had more good in their hearts than bad. Even with all the sin and pain they caused one another, there was still good in the heart of humans. Three Eternals stood out in your mind with that kind of gentleness and empathy towards the humans. Ajak, your leader and the one sole being that could communicate with the Celestial who created you all: Arishem. Sersi, a kind-hearted Eternal whose gentleness and soft words could melt the iciest of hearts.

And lastly, the mind controller of the group of you: Druig.

There you stood in the ocean waves, not caring that your armor was now soaked in both the salt water and some of the grim and a hint of blood. You were letting the sound of the waves going up and down along the sand near your boots both calm you and remind you that you were alive. Barely alive as it was, you felt it in your muscles and wrapped around your bones. Almost like an ache from the top of your head to your toes, your head throbbing and fingers shaking.

There was never a moment when you felt this kind of intense sensation of grief and relief rolled into one. All within minutes, minutes that felt like hours, and minutes that could have been the difference between life and death. All from the simple courage of keeping the humans alive and keeping their species afloat.

Your mind was still occupied with the last several minutes: the near Emergence that almost destroyed the planet, The Domo being damaged thanks to Ikaris, and Ikaris turning on all of you.

It was hard enough to hear that he was the one who killed Ajak because of her change of heart with the humans, but to know he was going to follow through with the Emergence just because of his belief in Arishem, was a blow.

But the worst part of all of it was Ikaris killing Druig right in front of your eyes.

Druig, the one true pacifist of your entire family that also stole your heart at the same time.

He was always an air of mystery to you, from the very moment you two met on the Domo when you woke up for the first time. He seemed to be isolated, alone, compared to the rest of the group who were all meeting one another. Of course, you were meeting everyone too, both excited and anticipating helping the humans on the planet below. But he came to you first, holding out a hand for your to shake and you took it with no hesitance.

You should have known then at first touch, his larger yet soothing skin against yours when you went palm to palm, that your destinies would be intertwined from that moment on.

So many nights spent talking together within the hidden halls of the Domo or along the weathered paths in the forest, observing the humans side by side, and even relying on one another as not just Eternals but as friends made you two grow closer as time went on. Druig was seen as an aloof Immortal, the Mysterious God in the earlier times that would be on the sidelines instead of in the fight. Hiding in the shadows to watch the humans both grow together and harm one another. The others knew him as powerful, but they thought of him as more of a cranky fool than ambitious or well-liked. He did have a sense of humor, you were a witness to that from time to time, but you knew the best thing about him was that he had a heart of gold.

“The guy doesn’t like anything fun, how can you stand it?”

“Druig has more heart and grit than Ikaris does, Kingo. Surely you can see that too!”

You never thought you would be his advocate when it came to the others and their judgemental comments. The only other person who was ever on his side was Makkari, the speedster with sticky fingers and massive optimism. She was your close friend too, the three of you always being together and growing as friends with one another. Yet Makkari could even see at the time how you and Druig were so natural together, from the laughter that was shared and exchanged to the deeper talks and longing for the humans to be at peace. She saw how you two leaned on each other, lifted each other up, and how things seemed so….natural when you two were side by side.

Druig has a unique soul, Makkari signed at you while you two sat together outside the Domo, sharing a catch of apples from the local orchid behind you, You seem to be the only one who knows and cares about him.

“You care too,” You signed and said to her, Makkari shrugging, “He and I are friends, you make it sound like he likes me or something,”

What’s not to like? She questioned you as you took a rather large bite from your apple, You’re kind, empathetic to everyone, a bit stubborn at times.

You huffed and nudged her shoulder as she laughed, But you are good to him.

How? You signed to her, not understanding as she paused and thought to herself. She then grinned widely.

You listen. You listen to Druig when no one else wants to, and I know he wants someone to listen to him. She explained calmly, you pausing and drinking in what she said. In your mind it wasn’t so hard to listen o Druig, he always had something good and important to say to you. He had a lot on his mind and you never minded him sharing those thoughts with you. Whether they were simple and playful like badgering Pathos’s newest invention or joking about Ikaris and his pompous ways, or big and deep like how he wished for there to be peace with the humans. You hung onto every word since deep down you knew he wanted to be heard. Truly heard.

“Hello you two!”

You both looked over to see Druig approaching, carrying a mesh bag of with fruit inside. As he stood in front of you two, he reached in with a hint of anticipation on his face and in his eyes. You were thinking of your talk with Makkari, how she mentioned Druig in such a way that you Neve realized the flutter within your chest about him. It never occurred to you that you loved the way his brown hair shined brightly in the sun, or how the flushness in his cheeks would occur after getting a compliment or praise, or even the blue in his eyes shined like diamonds or the twinkling stars at midnight.

Maybe Makkari was right: maybe there was something there.

“For you,” Druig handed you an orange, ripe and massive in your palm. You grinned at him, feeling your fingers touch as he placed the fruit along your palm. You missed the hint of flush on his cheeks as you smiled for thanks, him moving along to give Makkari her own share.

The orange was delicious, and the gesture was grand.

As time grew on and the humans were getting more and more vicious with one another, you and Makkari could tell Druig was getting restless and more on edge. He couldn’t interfere with the humans and their natural evolution, none of your could. So for Druig to watch from the shadows all the murder, all the pain and turmoil that that humans did against one another, you knew he could snap at any moment. No matter how many talks you would have with him or reassure him that all was not lost, he was already lost in his own mind.

You couldn’t help your own best friend, and it was killing you in the end.

Feeling a hand along your backside, you looked a bit timidly to see Makkari going you on the surf of the beach. Seeing her alive, after the brutal beating from Ikaris moments before when you thought all was lost. Yet she was fine and well, not a scratch on her that would be concerning, so you were relieved. Once you two locked eyes, seeing your best friend alive and well, you took in a long breath and she wrapped you in her arms.

Apart from Druig, Makkari was closest to your heart. She knew just how to make you smile and bring you the best gifts. She always had her eyes open to the world and felt everything around her, using all of her senses and more to simply drink in the world and its ever-changing ways. You were heartbroken when you left Makkari and the group so long ago, you have missed her company immensely.

I’m okay she signed to you as you pulled away and scanned her up and down, you sighed in relief as Makkari grinned, You okay?

What were you going to say? How could you say what was festering n your mind and you wished to have come out? The festering feelings that you had towards Druig that now seemed lost since he was gone? The yearning that you had to tell him far before any of this happened? It was all there in your mind, no way of coming out with your words as you then saw Makkari look over her shoulder, almost as if she sensed something. She froze, her hand on your arm clenching for a moment and in such a grip that you felt like you would get a bruise under your armor. Looking at her in confusion, you took her hand.

“What?” You asked in a breath, then followed her gaze to see what has her attention. As soon as you saw it, you felt like the beach dropped out from beneath you, almost free-falling and yet flying at the same time. The silhouette made its way across the beach, leaving footprints behind him.

HIm. Druig. Alive.

Makkari slipped away from you as you were frozen on your spot on the sand, not running or leaving a flash of light behind her as she would in the past. She simply walked, as if he was some kind of illusion and she would break it using her speed. You thought he was an illusion, after seeing him nearly die from Ikaris and his rage. But there he was, being embraced by Makkari with a chuckle on his lips. You watched in amazement and in disbelief, Druig pressing his head to hers, whispering “It’s okay…it’s okay” to Makkair knowing she could read his lips. Makkari grinned, no longer mourning for him.

Druig looked from Makkari to you, his eyes shifting from the joy of seeing Makkari to now looking at your shocked face. Slowly he slipped away from Makkari, walking with ease across the top of the sand and with the wind picking up on his armor and in his hair. You felt like you could cry, you wished you could cry, from thinking of the worst and how all of those “What If’s” no longer were needed. You wanted to run to him, to wanted to wrap your arms around him.

You wanted….what did you want?

Druig took your hands first, lacing your fingers together gently to be palm to palm. His touch was real, the coolness of his calloused skin and fingers against your own made you shutter as you finally looked up from your joined hands to his eyes. He stood right in front of you, hands in the middle, and his eyes were forever soft. You thought back, back to the plenty of times you got lost in those eyes.

When he spoke about the humans, when he joked about Ikaris, when he would hear you talk to him about whatever was on your heart when he would laugh at something you or Makkari would say, when he cried after being told not to interfere with another war. Those moments are flooding your mind in that second, the blue orbs in all their shades that were all Druig rolled into one.

He was there.

Reaching up, you placed a hand on his cheek near his jaw to feel the cool skin on your palm. Once you touched his cheek, he smiled. You knew that smile, and that’s when you cried. Tears rolled down your cheeks, knowing this was no trick or sick dream in the afterlife you thought you were in. Instantly, Druig pulled you into his arms as you cried, keeping him close as you two embraced. Perhaps there was nothing to really say since it felt it in the hug he had on you. One arm around you like a shield, the other clutching your back along your shoulder blades. Your fingers were clutching his armor, your head in his shoulder to breathe him in as another reminder that he was alive and real. That Ikaris didn’t kill him, and that all was not completely lost.

“You missed me?” He asked, sounding like his old self as you two hugged. You laughed, though it was wet since you were still crying. Druig must have heard and sensed it as he leaned back to scan your eyes. He said nothing, maybe he wanted to but he was silent about it. Finally, he simply leaned his head in and touched his forehead with yours.

You knew this gesture all too well, you’ve seen It happen for centuries on end with humans all across the globe. It was a way of speaking without words, the simplest action of consenting to another persona s if you were connecting souls to be one. Touching foreheads meant comradery, it meant mutual respect, it meant friendship and mutual understanding, it meant the sharing of grief.

Lastly, it meant love. Love that was keeping than words and the touching of lips. Love seemed to be laced in time and with the evolution of humans. The one constant thing about humans was love. Love could be in all shades, shapes, and forms. bBt love was still the same.

And you felt it, right there on that beach, with the Mind Controller himself. You loved him with everything you had.

“Let’s rest here for a few days and then we can figure out what we need to do, and I think we earned some rest,”

“Great, I need to call my husband and son. What about you, Druig?”

“Erm, I’m gonna change out of my armor first before I do anythin’ else,”

You watched as Druig slipped out of the meeting room of the Domo and into his old living quarter down the hall, the others then making their way to the ramp that was lowering down onto the South Dakota soil beneath you all. The whistling sounds of the wind were heard as Phastos walked down the ramp first, Thena and Makkari were right behind him. Makkari stopped, seeing you stay in your spot and not follow them.

You coming? She asked, you shaking your head.

“I’m gonna stay and keep an eye on him,” You explained, Makkari giving you a small smile and a nod before she glided down the steps. Thena paused for a moment more, maybe trying to read the room and see the hesitance in your stance. Thena was good at reading between the lines, better than you ever were as she merely smiled. She picked up on something, though before you could say anything to her, she walked away and down the ramp. Even after a heated battle and dealing with her Mahd Wy Ry, Thena was still the powerful warrior you knew and admired for centuries.

Finally, being alone and with your thoughts, you looked back over in the direction of Druig’s quarters. Of course, you were going to keep an eye on him, he has gone through enough and beyond on that beach, and even before reuniting with the rest of the Eternals after walking away from them willingly. But you saw the pain in how Druig was walking, the stiffness in his stance, and in how he would squint with every other step. He was wounded and hurt, but Druig was also never one to seek out help.

So you were going to help him yourself.

You knew his stubborn side and were at the wrath of it a few times long ago, but it was never something that was out of your control. This was just the same, Druig wanting to mend his own wound and not have help. Even after the world nearly ended and he nearly escaped death. As you walked down the hallway, you replayed the reunion that you had on the beach. The feeling of being held by Druig, closely and intimately as if there was no one else watching. You’ve hugged before, so many times, and in so many situations.

Why was this one different? Why did you feel love in it?

Carefully and without making a sound, you placed your hands on the door that was slipped slightly open and you pushed it, feeling it slide over. Poking your head into the dark room, you instantly saw Druig standing in front of the mirror by his bed, looking at his armor and his reflection. He looked more somber, almost as if his mind was haunted by something. Not a scowl, but a pondering gaze as he was scanning his armor. His fingers were twitching at his side, one had moved up and attempted to undo one of the seams that could be taken off easily and have the armor slide off. But he hissed when he moved his arm, you clearing your throat and he looked through the mirror at you.

“You need a hand?” You asked, closing the door behind you. The familiar humming of the Domo and its Eternal energy was the only thing heard as you walked across the small space to be behind Druig. He nodded silently, placing his arm down as you reached up to his shoulder. Pausing for a brief moment, you looked from his shoulder over to his reflection, seeing how his face was a bit downcast. Almost like he was lost in thought yet again, you knew that look far too well for far too long.

“What are you thinking?” You asked softly as you then felt his armor under your fingers, feeling out the latches that were under the armor.

“What makes you think I’m thinkin’?” Druig asked you softly, the tremor of his voice was soft compared to the humming of the Domo with the Eternal Energy.

“Because I know the face you make when you’re thinking and contemplating,” You explained, “You’ve made the same face for the past 7,000 years, Druig. You can talk to me….like we used to,”

Druig said nothing at first as you got one latch done on his armor, then moved to the next latch. You never wanted to use or rush him into talking to you, it never worked that way in the past. He would find you on his own time, and vice versa with you. It seemed as if you two were so in tune with one another that you both inwardly knew when you needed to talk to each other.

That never faded, even after those 500 years of being away from one another and on separate parts of the planets. You felt that tug on some nights alone when you were out in the Pacific North West, longing to talk to Druig and to get his sound advice or pearls of wisdom that he always had. But mostly, you just missed him.

“I’m thinkin’ about the world almost endin’,” Druig said calmly, his eyes going back to his armor that he was still sporting as you got the second latch done before moving to the third near his neck and upper shoulder blade, “I’m thinkin’ about how I was in my village not 4 days ago….and I’m thinkin’ about how I’ve missed you all,”

“They all missed you too,” You reasoned as you were about to undo the last latch when Druig’s eyes snapped over to yours within a second.

“Would it be unkind for me to say I’ve missed some more than others?” He asked you, not in a coy manner but sounding genuine. You had to smile, thinking nothing of it since it was a simple question.

“I don’t think so,” you replied in a hum, though you could tell Druig’s eyes were on you as you were looking at the intrinsic designs of Druig’s armor right in front of your eyes, “I know you and Makkari are very close—“

“I have missed her, but she’s not who I was talking about,” Druig interrupted you gently, and you hear almost a subtle hint in his tone as you were trying to avoid seeing his eyes. You were hoping that he was talking about someone else, anyone else, because you knew if he was talking about you, then you would both be petrified and ecstatic at the same time.

Ecstatic, because you knew those feelings that you had about him were accurate and true. Petrified, because you didn’t know what would happen between the pair of you from that moment on.

“It’s been some time, Druig,” You started, keeping your eyes down but seeing him out of your side view.

“It has,” Druig agreed, “We haven’t actually talked in some time, we used to be close,”

He wasn’t lying then, and as you were contemplating what you were going to or what you were going to say, Druig reached up and touched your hand that was on his shoulder, still not moving from undoing the last latch. Almost like a sign that you were waiting to undo the last latch of hesitance within you, and all Druig had to do was say the right thing or do the right gesture.

“I know,” You agreed, though your voice was not as bold as it was before. A vulnerability was coming in with no way or you to slow it down to eliminate it. And as Druig laced your fingers together on the top of his shoulder, you once again remembered all of those lost moments with Druig so long ago.

Was the feeling the love consistently there?

“Druig,” You started to say, though you had no real sentence formed together in what you were going to tell him, “I—“

Druig moved before he could stop, turning to face you within a moment and being nose-to-nose with you. You exhaled, almost lost in the sudden movement as Druig leaned in and kissed you.

Your mind was blank, your breath was gone, and you felt as though you woke up for the first time on The Domo all over again.

His lips against yours felt so soft, almost like touching the velvet pedals on a newly bloomed flower. Maybe it almost felt like a breath of fog that would brush against your skin to make you shiver, but the sensation of your heart unfolding as if it was tucked in for far too long felt surreal, uneasy, but much needed. He still held your hand, not with force but almost not with too much gentleness either. You felt it in how he kept your joined hands together: He was wanting to kiss you for some time.

But it was gone far too soon, Druig pulled away from one simple kiss that seemed to move mountains inside of you. He barely pulled away, you slowly opening your eyes to see him watching you for some kind of reaction. Did he think you were going to slap him? Or walk out the door and pretend that kiss never happened?

None of that was on your mind, and you leaned back in and kissed him just as softly.

Both of you moved then, not fast and quick like your beating heart, but carefully and in precision. Your fingers were reaching up to cup his face, feeling him slightly tremble as he kissed you over and over. His hands went around your waist instantly, and you felt him tug you in a bit closer as you both were consistently kissing. There was no way for you to stop, after thousands of years of hiding what you were feeling and not telling a soul.

Druig’s hands moved as well as yours, his going along your waist where there was an opening of your armor and he started to undo the latches there while he was keeping his constant slow kisses against your lips. Your body was reacting because of it too, your own fingers seeking out the latch on his shoulder blade. Finally, it clicked off, Druig moved his arms to let the top part of his armor slip off and fall to the floor as he was now moving his kisses to your cheeks and then your jawline. There was no urgency, it felt like Druig was mapping your skin with his lips and trying to engrain the feeling in his own mind. You were doing the same too, your mind was overwhelmed as his armor fell to the ground and his own fingers got your armor loosened too.

Once your armor fell to the ground, another layer came undone

His hands found your waist under your undergarments, you sighed as his lips were along your neck and kissing you so gently, it was like he was afraid you would be frightened by him. Your own hands moved on their own too, landing on his forearms to feel the muscles he developed thanks to running a village deep in the Amazon Jungle.

His fingers along your skin were electric, you felt like he had some kind of mind control over you though it was never the case. Neither one of you was slowing down on your kissing, and your neck was far too sensitive for his lips as you leaned into him some more. You could feel him slowly going lower with his lips, you moaning softly as he then moved away to stare at you deeply. With cherry lips and dilated blue orbs, Druig looked as if he was in his most vulnerable state, and you thought he was downright beautiful.

No walls to hide behind or to put up, no hesitance in what he wanted to do or how he wanted to do it. No reservations, he was simply bare and open to you in this small moment of time.

“I’ve only thought of you for all those 500 years since I walked away,” Druig said to you carefully, you watching his eyes as he held you a pinch tighter, “I should have said something way sooner: I was in love with you, and I still am.”

All this time? Were there signs of his love for you that you didn’t see or were blinded by? There had to have been signs all around you that Druig had feelings for you, and now you felt like a fool. But that had to be placed in the past, everything else that was in the past no longer mattered to you or to Druig. So you smiled, smiled so wide that you felt it in your cheeks as Druig then grinned too.

“I love you too,” You whispered to him, knowing it was true. Nothing else was as certain as those three words that you said to Druig. You had to let your heart guide you as you two undressed each other slowly and with such gentleness, time seemed to have slowed for you two. As clothes were tangled on the floor, Druig eased you into his lap on the bed as your lips never stopped kissing and your hands never stopped roaming.

Feeling this kind of love expanded and heightened was an out-of-body experience for you, Druig touching you in places where you would tremble and whimper in his arms and his love for you kept flowing and growing. He never slowed in his affection, lips traveling over your breasts and stomach, hands grazing your thighs and along your aching core, and his eyes mystified at the sight of you bare and open for him on the bed. He was just as bare, you taking in a breath in how you two got to this place and neither one of you wanted to go back. You loved having him in your arms, touching him along his own legs and hips to hear him moan as he swallowed your whimpers with his kisses.

Druig bringing you pleasure made you think of seeing the stars for the first time up in the heavens in the earlier years on Earth. Your senses were on overdrive and your own soul felt like it was expanding more and more as your pleasure was getting higher and higher. It was a sight to see, you sprawled on the bed and Druig between your legs and making your shake and moan so loud that you were inwardly glad the rest of the group was off the ship. But your mind was on Druig, feeling him lace your hands together as he kept your thighs parted and licked into your folds with vigor and delicacy.

Even as you were being held in his arms as he rolled his hips, you feel him go deeper and slower as you were holding on for dear life. Nothing else seemed to be flooding your mind in that room, just you and Druig tangled together in your sheets and letting each other feel the love you had for one another. It was always there from the very beginning, and now it was the instant sensation that you two were finally sharing it together. The way he held you as he fucked you, not in an animalistic way but in the way only Druig could. Deep and sensual, intense and yet gentle. It seemed like he was possessive of you, but at the same time, he moved your hands to where he knew where you wanted to touch.

Love was an insane feeling and sensational feeling, and you had it with Druig as you climaxed together.

After the rush was gone and you were in the afterglow, Druig still held you close as you were staring at one another. You both were in a sheen of sweat, hair all over the place, and your breathing was still labored. But there was a sense of peace there in that bed, you reached up to trace his brown hair away from his icy blue orbs.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked him as you could see him scanning your eyes. He scooted a bit closer, your shared body heat still couldn’t stop the shiver that you got as Druig traced your spine with his fingers. His kind and steady gaze were still cosmic after getting together in such a state he still took your breath away.

“How we could have had this sooner if I would have told you sooner how I felt,” he admitted. You felt your heart break a little bit from hearing that because you knew that deep down you are thinking the same thing. Perhaps you both were not realizing what was in front of you all this time, what could have blossomed into something beautiful and good.

“We still have time, Druig,” You reminded him, seeing him blink slowly at you as you kissed his palm soothingly, “There’s still time for us, and I wanna make it worth it with you,”

There was still uncertainty about your future now that the Emergence was over and you were all trying to find your ways again. There was no need to stay on Earth and wait for something, but the future will forever be foggy. For now, you were only thinking of the new love that was formed in the very bed, with the very Eternal who wished for love amongst the humans.

Druig leaned in a kiss you again, you sighing against his lips as he rolled to hover over you and kiss you all over your face. You had to giggle from the antic, Druig chuckled from hearing your laugh so light and floating in the air.

The fears were in the past, and your future was bright.

The End.

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mochifiction · 1 year ago

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I’ve been seeing a lot of people (myself included) distraught over the fact that Loki did not exactly reunite with Thor, at least in the way that we all imagined at the end of the series. However, I would like to provide an alternative means of interpreting this that will either give you a means of coping or render you torn to pieces. Loki says “The sun will shine on us again,” and we are led to assume that this means that Loki and Thor will physically be within each other’s presence. Despite this, this obviously never happens at the end of the series: Loki’s supposed ending. While I’m sure my interpretation is flawed and has a few holes in it, I’d like for everyone to consider the fact that TVA Loki might BE the sun. Like the sun is to Earth, Loki is distant from his brother, but still in his presence. From his new position as the God of Stories and keeper of the multiverse, he is able to see Thor in every universe where he exists. He can change the story, and he can protect him. If we are going by the somewhat flimsy logic circulating around that he is the reason why the time stone is green, we can also assume his influence has stretched before Infinity War, and so is his influence in what occurs in the narrative. Thor never gets snapped. Thor survives the ship explosion after his Loki’s death. Thor defeats Gorr: a relentless god killer. Thor is able to find a purpose in caring for Love. All of these things could have been TVA Loki’s doing: his means of ensuring his brother’s safety and recovery from traumatic events throughout the Infinity Saga and also Phase 4. Not to mention, he is watching himself and Thor together in other universes. Universes where they might be happier. Universes where they may be at war with each other. Universes where they’re still young, when favoritism hasn’t driven them apart yet. He will always be looking after Thor and their relationship. He is the sun that shines on them in every universe.

Or I might be absolutely wrong and delusional and sad and in awe over what the fuck just happened-

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namorslut · 2 years ago

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NAMOR / PEARLS OF JADE

SUMMARY: you're a marine biologist sojourning in the Yucatán Peninsula and stumble upon an underwater cave in the clearing of a dense rainforest. expecting to make an amazing scientific discovery you're swept into a spell down the abyss into the reach of a loveless serpent feathered god who will go to any length to claim you as his.

WARNING: yandere!namor, body worshipping!namor, gift giving!namor, thigh gripping, sub!namor (if you squint) hc!siren!entrancing!namor, human!reader, dub-con (i think)

NOTE: after reading @jottositto 's post i've included some yucatan maya using a translator although it's not 100% accurate. if this came across a native speaker could you maybe give me corrections as i'd like to be as respectful and accurate as possible. ofc the people living in the peninsula will be speaking spanish as this area was colonised and y/n only has an understanding of spanish. thank u and enjoy!! ps: namor?? more like "mi amor" that man had me kicking my toes and twirling my hair in the cinema on friday. this is dirty af i feel like i'm teasing y'all. might write a part two laterrr. no beta so there are 100% spelling errors which i'll check when i got time.

"Me gustaría ayudarla pero en el tiempo que he vivido en ese pueblo, los que se han atrevido a salir de la seguridad de ese pueblo y dentro de la jungla nunca más fueron vistos. Estarías en mucho peligro si te fueras. No creo que tu proyecto de ciencia valga la pena el riesgo.” The short Mexican woman explained.

Her thinning, silver hair was pulled down into two long braids down her protruding collarbones. Her brows were pulled in a frown, revealing creases running the length of her forehead and the outer creases of her beady, mud-brown eyes.

You pleaded with her, your coffee stained research folder clutched in one hand, as you made contact with her elbow gently.

"Pero señora, forma parte de mi trabajo. Fui enviada para investigar los ecosistemas marinos de esta península."

She considered you for a good minute. Searching your unwavering eyes. She sighed and leant toward you, dropping her wobbling voice to a whisper.

"Has lo que deseas, Cariño. Pero que tengas cuidado." she warned, using her eyes to signal you in the general direction to take to enter the forbidden forest. You trailed her eye line and saw a wooden bridge not so far off camp. You bowed to her as a sign of respect.

The journey through the rainforest was an arduous one as the way was shielded by a mass of coiled, everlasting lianas, strangler figs and long, shallow buttress roots along the soil of the shrub layer of the forest which you tripped over several times. You had to slice through the layers of tropical plants in your way with a machete you "borrowed" from a fruit cutter that was left around camp, making your hiking backpack even considerably heavier than it already was. You didn't stop once to admire and take in the smells of passion flowers or orchids as you moved through the brush; you knew better than to let yourself become the prey of the several species of venomous snakes and amphibians native to this rainforest.

It looked to be late afternoon when you stopped by a tributary, crouching over the crystalline water, you followed the stream with your gaze to check for growths of algae when you noticed a dark entrance. You stood up rigid as your breath stilled, you noticed the eerie silence of the clearing. The sounds of bushes rustling, frogs croaking and flapping wings had died down entirely.

There was utter tranquillity.

You heard a low, rich brassy voice hum a melody from the rocky cave, the sound reverberating to your spot on the damp soil. You dug the heels of your mountain boots as you felt your body being tugged slowly to the body of water, your heartbeat drumming in your ears, your breaths becoming shallower.

The song sounded like one you would hear as a premonition for bad things taking place in urban legends told around campfires, it spoke of men searching to mine riches out of foreign land to find fool's gold instead and meeting their demise at the hand of otherworldly things. Despite the warning behind the unspoken lyrics, you felt your body lull into relaxation.

You saw him rising from the dark aquamarine pool beyond, his eyes glistening a tawny shade of brown. You didn't miss his long ethereal pointy ears and his full lips. His tanned muscular body was slick with droplets as the rest of his body appeared from out of the water. He was adorned in golden bangles and a thick necklace dating from an ancient civilisation, encrusted with what looks like azurite and pearls of jade.

He floated above the surface and toward you. You felt your mouth dry and heart drop to your stomach as a human-looking man flew slightly above the land slowly in your direction. You fought back a scream as the soles of his foot made contact with the ground, and still towered over you despite that. He scrutinised every detail of your face with an unreadable expression.

You breathed in, mustering the courage to speak.

"What are yo-"

He raised a large hand over your face, your vision darkening and body tumbling forward.

You awoke in what seemed to be an underwater cave with overhanging stalactites, you sat up abruptly from the makeshift bed out of bamboo. You noticed the absence of your backpack beside you. Remembering your phone in the jean pocket of your shorts and pulled them out. Scrambling to get a signal.

"Teech ch'íijsajil despierto." a female voice enunciated in a foreign tongue. You flinched, your pocket phone nearly flying out of your reach. Your eyes landed on a blue skinned woman. A respiratory mask covered her nose and mask.

She wore indigenous print robes and held a spear encrusted in emerald jewels. You noticed how her mouth didn’t move, her voice seemed to have come from inside your head as she stood alone in the middle of the rocky cavern.

"I don't understand" you thought, testing your theory out.

A female voice penetrated in your brain again, speaking to you in what sounded like an ancient Mayan tongue.

"Kukulkán in tu k'áataj a buscara. Búukint le, ku leti'. '' the woman seemed to lecture as she crossed the round room and reached into a clam basket by the foot of your mat and pulled out folded sheets of cream coloured linen, extending them to you. You accepted and forced a small smile to show gratitude.

You put the robe on and the beaded necklaces of jade over the dress, which ran up to your mid thigh and was sleeveless. The material was comfortable and baggy over your body but you felt uncomfortable at the lack of bralette you had underneath, leaving your breast exposed. You found a pair of golden strappy sandals at the bottom of the pile which you put on as well.

The woman from earlier came back for you and beckoned you with her hand out of the round room and past hung tapestries depicting ancient Yucatan gods and monsters. She stood behind you, ushering you to go into the room.

"Cha' k" a familiar voice spoke out. The man from the cave turned from his spot facing the painted mural, his back shifting as he smiled at you as you shivered in fear.

"Teech wilik ki'ichpam yéetel a prendas, a wilik ti' beyo' utia'al in reina” he flirted, in a deep, suave tone advancing toward you, you took a step back. Your eyes caught a glimpse of his rigidly sculpted chest, welded in the image of a divinity and the sleek look of his tanned copper skin.

"Look, I don't know where I am or what you want with me but I certainly didn't mean any harm by stumbling on your cave. I'm not a threat to your people but I wish to be let go." you raised your hand to your chest, gesticulating as clearly as possible your words, shaking your head. The mythical man let out a boisterous laugh at your words, startling you. He grasped your hand in his firm one, raising it in front of him.

"Oh my little angel, I do know that. But I haven't taken you for that reason." he admitted, speaking to you in English as he interlaced your fingers together.

Fucking bastard.

You shook your hand out of his.

"You can speak my language." you pointed, growing irritated with the man.

"Of course, a dutiful ruler needs to be educated of the world around him." he boasted proudly.

"What is your name?" you asked as politely as you could muster

"My people praise me as Ku'kul'kan but my enemies call me Namor." he tucked a strand of your hair behind your head as his eyes traced your figure, wandering down from your budding breast to your legs.

"Why did you take me? What is it you need?" you defied. He cupped your chin gently with his smooth thumb, inclining your head up to his.

You shrugged against him but felt another hand slithering to your lower back, his touch cementing your body in place. His brown irises dilated as his gaze softened.

"Well if it isn't obvious, I want you. I want you to rule beside me and light a match that will burn the world from underneath their inconspicuous feet. Be my queen and I'll give you all that which your heart could desire."

You shook your head frantically.

He's insane.

His eyebrows quirked at your lack of cooperation.

"I see it in your eyes, that spark of passion and resentment. You've been underestimated your whole life. Your life's work is meaningless to the people around you, you're not getting the recognition you deserve." you grunted, bothered by his assumptions.

"You know nothing about me or my life.” you stated.

“I hate to disappoint you my angel but you can either bend to my desire of your own will or we can do things my way.” he remarked as he traced his thumb over your lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them. You felt as if every inch of your body was set aflame at his touch. You reclined your head in disgust.

“St-”

Your mouth betrayed you as it parted open to receive the soft ones of the God before you as his palms felt their way treacherously down your body to the back of your thighs and your nape. You felt your knees buckling together, the flesh of your upper thighs pressing together as you felt heat pulsating from between your legs. You bit back a moan of pleasure as his imposing form bent down to kneel before you. Your eyes widened as his lips pressed against your vee line. You saw a flash of green in his eyes as he looked up to you. You pressed your eyes tightly shut.

No.

Suddenly you pushed against the invisible boundaries around you, stumbling backwards out of whatever spell Namor had put on you. You breathed out painfully.

“Fuck you.” you whispered.

“Oh?” he enquired, surprised at your incredible amount of resistance.

She has the spirit of a warrior queen, he thought. I must bind her to me forever.

Namor arose, striding to you. In a single movement, he coiled his arm around your throat; putting some pressure down onto your windpipes as you clawed at his hand.

He moved you easily against the wall rubbing his nose onto yours, turning his face toward your ear as he whispered:

“We’ll have to go for that second option then.”

#mcu phase 4 #mcu namor #mcu fic #tenoch huerta namor #namor #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #wakanda por siempre #tenoch huerta #namor the sub mariner #wakanda forever spoilers

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secretagentsagainstwhatever · 2 years ago

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mantis and nebula are wives

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rel312 · 2 years ago

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Mantis canonically loved/missed Steve so much that she ran and jumped into his arms when she thought she saw him. Steve is so loveable he got someone who knew him for about 5 seconds to fall for him

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel phase 4 #marvel phase four #the guardians of the galaxy holiday special #guardians of the galaxy holiday special #gotg holiday special #gotg spoilers #mantis #steve rogers

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velvet4510 · 1 month ago

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Don’t forget Wanda wasn’t the only one with her own statue on Mt. Wundagore. There was a statue of Billy too.

Chthon prophesized both of them, thousands of years ago.

Agatha sure picked the wrong family to mess with.

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hbfengxi · 2 years ago

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my heart hurts for t’challa and shuri because they had to lose their parents in the exact same way except one was by fire and the other was by water

#the parallels between t’challa and shuri #are so abundant #even in their grief #both leaned towards revenge #black panther wakanda forever spoilers #black panther wakanda forever #shuri black panther #t’challa #shuri udaku #marvel #queen ramonda #king t’chaka #marvel phase four #mcu phase 4 #grief

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killersandqueens · 1 year ago

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The quality of Loki season 2 makes me mourn Phase 4 and 5.

Disney made a tv show look like this

But the first movie to introduce Kang- the villain that is supposed to be bigger than Thanos- gets this?

The cgi characters look uncanny- not in a creepy but fun way like Polar Express, but in an uncomfortable way like deepfake porn of celebrities.

The environments they designed for Quantumania are not alive and moving with the believability they are in Loki. They might as well be standing in front of desktop wallpaper.

#spoilers #loki mcu #loki season two #ant man #quantumania #mcu #marvel #phase 4 #phase 5 #tom hiddleston #kang the conqueror

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meimei-a · 2 years ago

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I have 587 followers yet no anons

I want anons :(

I'm gonna add tags so this reaches ppl coz I want anonsss

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salty-ironstrange-shipper · 2 years ago

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Just saw Wakanda Forver. If I don't read 10000 enemies to lovers arranged marriage Namor/Shuri fics, I'll die

#seaprincess #wakanda forever #wakanda forver spoilers #mcu #incorrect-ironstrange #im in love with them #also this movie is SOOOOOOOOOOO fucking good #the themes the character development the worldbuilding ..#best of phase 4 and honestly?#probably top 3 mcu movies ever

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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Has anyone requested 30 with druig 👀👀👀👀

A/N - This is sweet for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Safe

Summary - There's one piece of item from Druig that you tend to steal, yet Druig doesn't have the heart to take it back

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

"So am I going to get it back anytime soon?"

"Nope!"

"Why did I even ask?"

"Because you love me?"

Rolling your eyes from your spot, you thumbed another page in your book as Druig was stretching out in your shared bed on the Domo. He ruffled his hair, peering over his shoulder at the view of the galaxy right outside your window. You stopped your reading to look too, seeing the clusters of stars and the mixtures of constellations that seemed like arm's length away. It has been some time since your saw outer space like this, since the past 7,000 years you were on the ground, looking up from Earth and wondering if you were ever going to return home.

Well, that got complicated real fast.

"I've missed these stars," You voiced as you placed the book you were reading on your lap, reaching over to rub Druig's back with your fingers as he was watching the same view as you.

"I miss the jungle more," He replied softly, you humming as he looked away from the stars and up at you with a cock of his head, "Especially you in the jungle, gettin' a tan from bein' in the sun and the highlights in your hair,"

"I had to get sunburns to get that tan, and I'd rather not do through with that again thank you very much," You stated, hearing him chuckle as you ran your fingers in his dark hair, "But I miss the jungle too. I can't help but miss it since we lived there for 500 years,"

"Our people livin' in peace," Druig agreed with a soft smile, "They'll be alright without us there,"

"Thanks to you," You reminded him as you pressed a kiss on the top of his head, "And yet Sprite and Kingo thought you were running a cult,"

"Of course, they would," Druig grumbled as you had to laugh, "Just because we wore comfortable clothes doesn't mean we were in a cult." He paused and looked at the article of clothing you were wearing, an eyebrow raised in your direction.

"I happen to like that robe you're wearing, which happens to be my robe," He reminded you, making you look down at the dark blue robe you were wearing over your tank top and pajama shorts.

You loved this robe, a gift from one of the elders in the village some time ago as a symbol of appreciation towards Druig. He was a great leader for the people in that village, they would follow him to the ends of the earth without Druig ever using his mind control. Druig took care of them with all his heart, the way he wanted to care for all the humans on the planet. You were honored to be a witness to his kind gestures and empathetic tasks. So when he got a robe as a gift, he made the mistake of letting you wear it one night when you two went swimming in the river behind the village.

Since then, you would steal it from time to time.

It was harmless when you would wear it, and Druig wouldn't care really. You used it when you got out of the shower, when you were needing something to cover your shoulders while you were reading a book in your little cabin, you even wore it when you were clearing out some of the farmland that was in need of new crops.

Yet every time you wore it, Druig loved seeing you wear it.

To you, it was more than just a piece of clothing that belonged to Druig. It was a part of him, his own soul engraved in the fabric as you touched it with your fingers. Druig was never one for material things, he would rather have a handful of things to his name on Earth and the rest he would let slip away.

But the handful of things was significant to him: his beaded bracelet that was a gift from Makkari, his wedding ring that he rarely took off since you two got married centuries ago, and the blue robe that was gifted to him, he knew you wore that robe more than you ever did.

"I can't help but wear it! It's a great robe," You reasoned as Druig sat up on the bed, facing you while crisis crossing his legs on top of the blankets, "I should have asked that woman to make a second robe for me,"

"And for us to match? I don't think so," Druig snorted as you grinned, "No, I prefer you to wear it more than me. It suits you,"

"What? Me wearing your robe?" You questioned, Druig nodding his head, "Honestly, why do you like me wearing it, Druig?"

" 'Cause I know it brings ya comfort and peace," Druig merely replied, making you pause as he tilted his head at you, "I know you wear it not just because it's comfortable and all, but I know you wear it...when you're not yourself,"

He was right, Druig was always right when it came to you needing comfort. Running a village for 500 years was no bed of roses and no easy walk in the park, there were harder times and stressful moments. Sickness and disease came and would take lives in their wake, World Wars that were so close to invading your little piece of heaven gave you stress, and the unfair deaths of innocent villagers made you grieve. Although it could be worse in the real world, it still was painful for you to see death and pain within your tiny population.

Druig held you in those moments of course, but he also had to keep the village running and help their grief as well. You would slip on the robe and would simply hold it close to your body in those dire times: breathing in the scene of Druig through your nose, digging your fingernails into the fabric to ground yourself, and sometimes you would fall asleep in the robe, picturing it was Druig holding you close.

The last time you wore it to bring you peace was right after the almost Emergence, taking in all that happen and the deaths that affected you too. You thought of Ajak and Gilgamesh and you missed them, you thought of Sprite becoming a human and no longer an Eternal and you missed her. You thought of Ikaris and what he did to the family, and you missed his old self.

Druig found you curled up in the ball in your old room of the Domo, crying and unleashing that pain that was inside. He silently took out the dark blue robe from his duffle bag that he packed the day he left the village, draping it over your shoulders and holding you close to make you cry.

It was more than a robe, and Druig was willing to let you imprint on it.

So you felt Druig rearrange the same blue robe you were wearing, you smiling softly as he then pressed his forehead against yours and kissed your cheeks and nose carefully. Even while you two were out in space looking for other Eternals that could exist, leaving all that you knew behind, you once again felt safe with Druig not just because of his robe, but because of him.

Druig would always keep you safe, even if it meant you wearing a simple dark blue robe

The End

May Prompt Session

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