#mxu loki

[whoppert]

i wrote this fic before the loki show was a thing, but I can't stop thinking about the part two (that I started writing but has been on the backburner) but as loki/morbius instead of loki/ofc....

Who is the King of Games? 5 (loki/reader)

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warnings: Mentions of canon-typical violence; a little non-con if you squint; mentions of gore

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It only took a few minutes.

If someone were to ask what it was like to enter someone’s mind and destroy it, one might say that it was like pulling a loose thread on a sweater; watching it unroll, the yarn melting until it was just a puddle on the ground, and being confronted with the stark knowledge that it would never regain its shape. It was a process Loki was familiar with and had not necessarily something he would say he enjoyed, but could be pleasurable under the right circumstances.

But this was far from the right circumstances.

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Loki reached inside of the copy of his partner, and twisted into its mind like a corkscrew. These disgusting beasts had really committed to the mirage, filling it with what appeared to be an authentic copy of her real memories, and though he might have been tempted to examine them as they floated to the surface if only to placate some foolish insecurities, he didn’t dare invading her privacy. Yes, she was a perfect copy, not a hair out of place, and regrettably even the screams sounded like hers, bouncing around the cold stone room and leaving a permanent imprint on his mind. He couldn’t help but shudder when the copy finally collapsed, her skin splitting and dissolving into smoke in the air, leaving no trace of her behind.

He’d stopped crying at some point, eyes tight and dry and lids heavy, his face expressionless and morose.

How do I stand a chance at surviving the third game? Loki thought numbly. To get this far he had needed to retreat into a dark part of his mind, a part that allowed him to run on autopilot but he couldn’t hide there forever. Loki would need all his wits about him in order to win the third game, and that was assuming that their captors would be true to their word and release them after.

The copy was convinced she was real. How do I know that I’m real? That any of this is real? The thought was a visceral shard of panic to Loki, but through his exhaustion and dissociation it felt far, far away.

The rest of the monsters had dissolved with the copy, leaving only one. Frode was still kneeling.

“How long will you make me wait to play the third game?” Loki finally found his voice enough to ask the question. It had been weeks since the first game, and if needed he would wait as long as needed to play the last even if it ruined him. As long as she got to walk free in the end, he could do it.

“The thirddd game will commence immediately.”

A small part of Loki craved a break, but he straightened up regardless. Just one more, he reassured himself. Just one to endure.

“What is it?”

The monster examined him through narrow eyes. He wasn’t smiling anymore, instead the beast was consumed by a placid look of interest.

“Ssshe plays the third game. You will be her audience.”

It was as if the world fell away in that moment.

Hands.

There was a pair of hands on my body, gently rubbing my back. The touch drew me from the darkness, like how rain flushes worms from the soil.

Loki.

“A-are you okay?” I hadn’t spoken for however long it had been since my captors had bashed me against the wall and my mouth was dry.

His voice was hoarse, “darling, my darling.”

Loki was in some kind of state of mourning, and my heart ached at the sight of him so withdrawn. I couldn’t stop my arms from wrapping around him, as I sat up, his warm body trembling, but I felt his tension release and he hesitantly slid his arms around me.

“I need to tell- tell you something,” he whispered into my hair. “These beasts, the lords of this dimension, I made a deal with them. They want my title, God of Mischief… I would give it up now, but they insisted on taking part in three games. If we lose, they claim my title, but if we win we can leave.”

“Okay. We can leave, okay.” My head ached, but I could feel the fog reluctantly clearing as I processed his words. “Three games. Have you played any?”

“I have played two, but they want you to play the third,” Loki’s voice cracked. “I promise I never would have agreed if I had known they would make you play. I thought- they made me think- they tricked me,” he was tired, filled with shame. “Maybe they deserve my title.”

My hands smoothed his cheeks until he was forced to look me in the eyes. “It’s okay. Rest. I can handle the third game.”

“You don’t understand, these games, they rip you apart. I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

I believed him. Loki looked upon me with an uncertain expression I didn’t know he was capable of making, but I couldn’t bear to ask about the horrors he had endured. I couldn’t allow myself the time to develop fear, I needed a clear head if I was going to win.

“I know. I will be okay.”

The edge of the room flickered like magnets on a television screen and smoke poured out of the air, twisting to form one of the monsters. Loki’s expression paralysed, and he hastily pulled me behind him, putting himself between our captor and myself.

“She issss prepared,” the shadow man whistled.

“Let me play in her place,” Loki rasped, shushing me as I tried to stop him, but the shadow man didn’t even respond, instead flicking a finger and Loki was yanked away from me with a cry of surprise.

The annoyed sigh that slipped out of the mouth of the monster was jarring. “I am ssssick of you Loki. Let me play my game.”

Loki tried to protest, but the sound was stolen from his throat, like an invisible hand had clamped over his mouth.

The shadow man’s treatment of my partner filled me with anger and in a moment of boldness I enquired, “why are you doing this?”

“I want morrrrre. I rule this dimenssssion but nothing ever changes, nothing growsss. I want to grow. I want to be a god. I want my powers to extend into the cosmos.”

He had the most detail I had ever seen on a smoke monster. Lips pursed into round cheeks and a wonky nose that looked like it had been broken and set wrong. Dark greasy hair swept down long and matted against ashy skin. From the state of him I could believe that he had dwelt in this world for longer than I’d been alive. Was he trapped here?

“I am not a prisssoner,” he replied as though sensing my thoughts. “I am the ruler.”

“But you can’t leave,” I spoke without thinking, without considering the ramifications of speaking back to such a being. “You’re as trapped here as we are.”

“I am banissshed.”

“From whence do you hail?” Loki had somehow managed to free his mouth, a flicker of green at his fingertips.

So Loki still has access to some of his powers. They’ve taken all of mine, but shadow man must not be able to completely strip a god of his powers.

“Wordssss have power. I will not reliquissssh the name.” A smile tugged at the edges of the shadow man’s lips. “It is time for the final game.”

I pulled myself to my feet, drawing my shoulder back and sizing him up squarely. “What’s the game?”

“A trade. A memory for a memory." Shadow Man had an excited edge to his voice. "I will ask you for a memory and in turn you must share it, no matter what it is, but in return you will also see mine."

A chance to get inside his head? What unspeakable horrors were contained in there?

“How do I win?” I asked.

“You lose when you cannot bear to have a memory relived.”

I didn’t allow myself the time to hesitate. This was our only option. "Agreed."

“Wonderful,” he hissed. “To beginnnn, I want your first memory of greed. The first time you realised that the world is filled with greed. A greed for a greed.”

My mind was reeling, I had no idea how I was supposed to know what my first memory of greed was, but before I could speak the room around us shifted. I had not moved, and neither had Shadow Man or Loki, who was still bound by his invisible ropes. The street that formed was familiar, filled with children in costumes milling around while adults struggled to keep track of them.

It was Halloween on the street I grew up on.

The children walked through us as though we weren’t there and I supposed that we weren’t really. A child, older than the rest in a bad Captain America costume sauntered past us, his jack-o-lantern shaped basket almost full to bursting with candy. I watched as he approached a group of kids wearing various garb, and my breath caught in my throat as I recognised them. There I was, about eight and in a vampire costume I only had a vague recollection of as an adult. Beside me dressed as a zombie was my younger brother and childhood friends.

Captain America laughed as he shoulder-checked my brother and grabbed his candy.

“Hey!” memory-me yelled at him. “Give that back! That’th my brother’th, thupid-head!” The lisp from the vampire fang inserts whistled. Captain America was bigger than me, I recognised the kid, his name was… John. That’s it. He must have been about twelve.

John simply pushed my brother to the ground and laughed at the tears that had begun to form in his eyes before walking off at a leisurely pace. I crouched next to my crying brother and comforted him.

That was my first memory of greed.

The room shifted.

I didn’t recognise where we were, but the hall was long and dark and at the head of it was a throne made of slate and filled by a slim man in long blue robes with short golden hair, adorned with silver, from his ringed fingers through to the crown on his head.

Kneeling on the ground at his right hand was a stranger with black hair and with a start I recognised Shadow Man, but younger, neater, the pale hand of the�� king? was tangled in his hair, stroking his head lovingly, like a pet. Both of their eyes were fixed cruelly on something and I followed the gaze to a dangerously skinny man laying on the obsidian floor.

Dead? I wondered, but from the slow rise and fall of his chest it looked more like he was asleep.

A snap of the fingers of the man in the silver crown and the sleeping man awoke immediately.

“Please,” he begged. “Please. I have a family, I have daughters. They need me.” He looked so frail a stiff breeze might have torn him asunder.

“You should have considered that before you stole in my court,” the king’s voice like quiet thunder.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It was- it was bread, your lordship. We were starving.”

“It wasn’t yours to take as you pleased, you worthless sack of shit.” Shadow Man roared.

The lord chuckled and patted Shadow Man on the head.

“Please. I won’t do it again!” the man frantically begged, pulling himself to his feet and approaching the throne.

“No,” replied the lord. “You won’t.”

Suddenly, a flash of invisible power slid across the starving man’s belly and his guts spilled out on the floor with a horrible wet slap. I snapped my hand over my mouth in horror, willing myself not to throw up as the Shadow Man and his lord bellowed with laughter.

The memory faded.

We were back in our concrete room and I was still fighting the urge to be sick. From his bonds Loki’s eyes met mine with a hollow sadness that seemed to say, ‘I’m sorry.’

“The lord,” my voice trembled with fury with what I’d seen, “the lord was the embodiment of greed in your memory? Because he wouldn’t even spare a loaf of bread for a starving family.”

Shadow Man’s face showed a flicker of annoyance. “You misssunderstand, the representation of greed was the thief. He took what wasssn’t his to take and he was fairly punished.”

When I gaped at him Shadow Man continued, “your memory also had a thief, but you were too helplessss to ssstop him… Do you not sssense the justice in a thief’s destruction?”

“It wasn’t a punishment equal to the crime,” Loki piped up.

“It wasn’t worth a punishment at all!” I snapped and glaring at the pair of them, Loki’s mouth shutting abruptly. “And I wasn’t helpless. Sometimes it’s not worth it to hurt another being. I probably would have lost the fight, but a fight over candy isn’t worth it.”

Shadow Man looked at me curiously, and even Loki seemed surprised at my reaction.

Of course Loki doesn’t understand. Stupid prick has never gone hungry. I rolled my eyes.

“I shared my candy with my brother,” my voice was low, “because I had more than I needed.”

There was a long silence as I seethed, eventually Shadow Man spoke up. “Be that as it may. It isss your turn to choose a memory.”

My head peaked at that. I stammered, “I-I get to choose?”

Shadow Man nodded eagerly.

I wracked my brain for anything that may get him to reveal who he was, how to beat him. Something. Anything.

“Don’t worry,” sarcasm from the Shadow Man, “we have all eternity.”

“Hunger,” I blurted out before I could stop myself, but the word filled me with satisfaction. That man that had been killed in Shadow Man’s memory had been doomed by his hunger, I wanted to see, to know. “The time when your hunger was at its strongest. Hunger for hunger.”

The room shifted.

That same throne room, the same obsidian floor, but it was empty except for the Shadow Man, who was perhaps a little older than he had been in his last memory.

He scuffed up the centre of the room toward the throne, one prudent step after another, talking a moment to throw a cautious look, like he was afraid someone would see him.

When he was satisfied that there was no one watching him, Shadow Man turned and sat very gently on the throne.

The world dissolved like sand being shaken.

It was me, hiding in an abandoned apartment building in my home city, years ago, when I had been living on the street.

My powers had erupted in me when a bully at school had slammed me against a locker for being rude to him. I could still feel his hands around my throat, squeezing and just as I thought my head would explode, a great wave of purple energy had burst forth from under my skin, radiating from the centre of my being. I doubt he would’ve actually killed me, but my powers knocked him out and I’d run, scared of what was happening to me and thinking I would get into trouble for hurting him.

I was a kid, no more than fifteen. It was only a few months, but it was harsh and cruel, no one had a kind thought for a ratty kid, and the hunger had been my only constant during this time.

Maybe I was just giving into the emotion of the moment, but I could almost feel my power thrumming under my skin again, like tug in my mind.

We were back.

“That’s it?” I barked. “Where was your memory of hunger, Shadow Man?”

“You ssssaw it. I have never known physical hunger, only hunger for power.”

Loki laughed a strung out weeze, “you are a cliche of a villain.”

Shadow Man ignored the comment. “It is my turn.” He rapped a finger on his chin in contempation, but the finger was soon raised in the air. “Let me see the first time you two were intimate!”

My heart stopped. I didn’t want- I didn’t- want Shadow Man-

“Absolutely not,” snapped Loki from his bonds. “That is just as much my memory as it is hers and I do not give permission.”

“A passion for a passion, Odinson.”

Loki’s eyes met mine, filled with fury. “I will not let you violate us again.”

“Then you concede to defeat.”

“No, I insist you-”

“I thought it would be harder than this to beat you two.”

��Loki- stop,” I tried to deescalate his rage, we couldn’t risk losing, not now, not when we were so close. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay-”

“It’s okay.” I said a bit more firmly.

“Sssso be it.”

The light from the party illuminated through the glass of the balcony.

I’d gone outside in search of fresh air, and the haze of alcohol seemed to have lessened momentarily. The party had been thrown by a human friend of Loki’s in the city, and he’d insisted on us attending, citing some proverb about a workhorse needing to take a day off once in a while, so I’d conceded. Loki’s friend paid me more attention than I would have like and I had only just managed to slip away when he’d been distracted.

Behind memory-me the French door slid open, and memory-Loki stepped out into the brisk night air.

“There you are,” he said quietly. “Who are you hiding from?”

“Elijah,” I laughed. “He’s terribly boring and thinks only with his dick.”

Loki let out a low chuckle, “I would’ve thought you would be eager to be in another male’s company for a change.”

I watched as Loki drew closer to me, leaning against the railing and watching the lights of the city around us. His face was illuminated in a soft way, his creamy skin softly glowing and his hair neatly braided out of his face.

“Perhaps I have grown to enjoy yours more than anticipated.” I’d said, barely more than a whisper.

From where he was leaning on the railing I saw his body tense momentarily before Loki drew his eyes up to mine, wide with surprise, and I couldn’t stop the blush from colouring my cheeks.

He studied my face carefully before straightening up, his hand reaching for my cheek and brushing a stray lock behind my ear, Loki’s eyes dark and green in the starlight, and getting bigger as he leaned in, closer and closer before his face was only a few mere milimetres away, and then -

Gently, as light as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings he brushed his lips against mine.

I surged forward, kissing him hard, my arms wrapping around his neck as his strong slender hands grasped the small of my waist, drawing me in closer to his warm body. I tangled my fingers into his hair and he slid his tongue between my teeth, sucking on my bottom lip. Loki did not allow his hands to wander, they stayed planted firmly on me, his fingers whispering against the bare skin where my shirt had ridden up.

When the kiss finally broke, Loki drew back, pressing his forehead against mine and breathing hard, but his grip on me did not lessen at all. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

The dark night faded away, melting into a lavious bedroom with a mess of ruined and shredded sheets. In the firelight, two bodies were twisted together as the Shadow Man moved inside his lord.

The intimate moment made my cheek heat, and I turned away.

These games… How could anyone enjoy playing these games? I felt a tug inside my mind, and I looked at Shadow Man, the real Shadow Man and I felt it again, like scratching an itch under my skin, before I realised -

It was the bond that he was using to pull the memories from me. The magic he was using to infiltrate my mind, like opening a door to the inside of my mind, but you can walk either way through a door.

I waded through this feeling until I could see the door that kept me out of his mind... and I pulled on the handle and it opened.

Shadow Man roared, sensing my presence in his mind and for a moment I could see clearly into him. The Lord… the Lord of Dreams, a powerful ruler and Shadow Man had been his consort, the Guard of Memory. They had loved and ruled together, but Shadow Man, who had been called Aemer then, had grown ill of being treated as a pet and plaything. He craved power.

In an effort to push me from his mind, Aemer’s grip on Loki lessened and he’d been able to break free. In a flash a blade had materialised in the hand of my lover, slicing through the air towards the exposed neck of our captor -

Loki froze, mere centimetres away from Aemer’s skin, the Shadow Man’s grip on him tightening so that he could not move an inch.

So close, Loki had been so close.

But the power that Aemer had seemed to have strunk in dominion and I found that he could not both hold Loki back and stop me from entering his mind, so I pushed back through the entrance. Aemer hissed, but could not stop me as I searched through him -

Then the memory around us faded and so did my window into his mind.

I felt his power, like invisible hands wrapping around my throat, squeezing like the bully from my memory. I scrabbled at my neck, trying to pry those fingers off of me, but there was nothing to grab and the pressure only increased as I lashed out, my kicks sailing through thin air. The blackness creeping in on the edge of my vision released a wave of adrenaline through me, and I could feel my pounding heart begin to slow. I would die. Aemer would kill me right now in revenge for my intrusion.

The bonds on Loki were enough to hold him still but he had managed to free his mouth enough to speak and he was yelling, begging for my life, renouncing his title, his voice infected with frantic panic, but Aemer blasted him back into the wall, his body grounding into the stone.

But the attack on Loki was enough, enough of a distraction that for that moment Aemer wasn’t focused on me, and I was free, spluttering enough to say that it was my turn.

“Humiliation for humiliation, Aemer.”

The memory had already started forming around us while Aemer screamed in rage, and I felt the door in his mind again, kicking it wide open.

In the memory, Aemer was on his knees in front of the Lord of Dreams bound with the Lord’s power, on the floor of the throne room as the starving man had been.

“You dare to defy me!” the Lord screamed with indignation. “You dare to seek out my power, to try and dethrone me?”

The Lord’s power that held Aemer came down, smashing his face into the obsidian floor. Blood spurted from his nose.

I reached inside the real Aemer’s mind again. He could not hold Loki back and prevent my invasion at the same time, and the context for his memory was filled in. Aemer had tried to dethrone the Lord of Dreams and had stolen the crown, the crown silver with a large blue gem and encrusted with many smaller jewels of rainbow hues, Aemer had hidden it somewhere and despite the the Lord’s immense power it was his Guard of Memory who had the power to slip into minds and pull truths from them and Aemer wouldn’t reveal where it was hidden. Banished into this dimension of the Lord’s creation, and he’d been here so long, toiling away growing his power out of the dimension that he had no need for a corporeal body.

A shard of truth sliced into me and I couldn’t brush the thought aside. Why had Aemer stopped Loki from impaling him on his blade? He was made of smoke and shadows and the punch I threw had sailed straight through his form. What could a dagger have done?

Try as he might, Aemer couldn’t push me from his mind, so he settled for lifting me into the air. The ceiling above us vanished and I flew upwards, straight into the air, ten then twenty feet as he held me suspended.

I was so high, I knew for certain that this drop would break both my ankles, just like when my brother fell from the tree in our backyard. Maybe it would kill me. Below me the memory of Aemer’s banishment began to fade along with my ability to reach into his mind.

“Give it up Aemer! Every game we win is a loss of power for you!” Loki screamed from the ground. “You grow more solid with every moment, you cannot even split yourself into copies enough to create others to fight at your side, and through your resistance, you lose the final game!”

Just as that moment I twisted inside Aemer’s mind, just enough energy left in me to prod at the bitterness towards his old lover. He cried out and the hold on Loki broke and I was falling.

In slow motion I watched as Aemer tried to bind Loki, but my partner, instead of attacking him, launched the blade through the air, throwing it at me as I plummeted, before pushing Aemer hard into my landing.

My hands scrabbled through the air, but my fingers wrapped around the blade and I fell onto Aemer, plunging it into his neck and using his body to break my fall with a series of horrifying cracks as his bones broke.

Blood, so much blood.

Hands.

Loki’s hands on my shoulders pulling me away.

The buzz of my magic returning to my centre.

And the world around us, including it’s master, went up in smoke.

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[lokissceptres]

Better than him

Pairing: Loki x female!reader

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: The reader is bethrothed to Thor but upon meeting the official meeting with Odin and Frigga, Loki tries to convince her to change her mind

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The golden doors swung open, the weight of them sending a large echo through the room as they set firmly into the walls. You stood at the end of those walls, dressed in the finest dresses, adorned with jewellery, meant to impress the family you were soon to join. In front of you sat Odin on his regal throne with Frigga beside him. Thor stood at the front, in well polished armour, with a stern face, his brother Loki far to the left, hands behind his back and concealing a smirk. Your eyes seemed to stay on Loki more than was needed, so much it was noticeable. He held eye contact with you, inviting you to keep staring. Averting eye contact you picked up your dress and began to walk to greet the royal family.

This was your first official meeting with the family, though you had met both brothers before on numerous occasions from when you had snuck into Asguard.

“Your highness” you bowed once you had walked to the stage, your guards trailing behind you. “I am y/n of Valhalla” you said politely.

“The realm of paradise for the deceased” Loki mumbled, eyes not leaving your face. His expression was one of childish curiosity. In that moment you felt a slight pang of guilt, you had never told Loki you were the princess of Valhalla or that you were going to marry Thor.

After the formal introductions, Odin had declared that you rest before the banquet this evening, to which you were thankful as you were itching to get out of this dress and escape the suffocating stare of Loki.

On your way back to your chambers you felt a presence next to you, though you were sure there was no one there except the guards behind you. Magic? Ushering the guards away you stepped into your chambers and closed the door quickly.

“Who is it?” you asked, you were familiar with sorcery, you had seen many witches and tricks in your lifetime. So much so that you were no longer afraid.

Instead of answering a green glow erupted from across you revealing a smirking God of Mischief. He seemed impressed that you had managed to notice him.

“I deeply apologise for coming into your chambers uninvited” he chuckled, “I am Loki, Laufeys son, God of Mischief” he bowed mockingly imitating the formal introductions that had happened just moments before.

“Laufeyson?” you questioned, you hadn’t heard this before.

“Yes, laufeyson” he said, his voice warning you to ask no further questions. There was a pause, Loki’s eyes gazed at the floor for a moment before meeting your own. “I have to say, Princess Y/N, what made you willingly want to be betrothed to that wretched brother of mine?” he said sourly.

“How direct. Have you come here hoping that I would change my mind? Onto you perhaps?” you smirked in return, walking over to your dresser beginning to remove the complicated jewellery that was starting to irritate you. Loki’s smirk widened, he was impressed by your answers and how you took no notice of him playing tricks on you.

“And if I did?” he said boldly, walking to stand behind you, “would you do it?”

“to cause chaos?” you huffed, knowing exactly what was up this tricksters sleeve.

“Mm” he hummed, hands gripping the back of your chair, “you smell divine” he said huskily. You chuckled and turned to look up to his expecting face.

“I was told to pick from you two brothers” you began, watching as Loki’s eyes shifted slightly, “and I picked thor” you finished, spinning back round to fidget with another piece of jewellery.

Loki’s hands slid to your neck as he unclasped your necklace. “Why?” he said lowly.

“Are you that curious?” you teased. He hummed again, hands tracing your back which was exposed by your dress.

“I was advised that he was the better choice. That he would treat me better, and be a better King”

Loki’s hands went back to gripping the chair but rather firmly this time, something had snapped in him and you could tell he was trying very hard to contain it.

“I could always prove it to you” he sang, pushing himself off your chair and walking to your side.

“Prove what?” you questioned innocently.

“Prove that im better than he is. That i’m a better King than he is. Name it and I will prove it to you...” he said, voice barely audible as his fingers crept under your chin, lifting it so you staring into his curious eyes that never left yours. You allowed him to bend down and take your lips in his in a soft kiss.

But the God of Mischief wasn’t here to play, he now had something he needed to prove. Defending a truth that he knew could never be changed. Within seconds Loki had pulled you up and placed you in his lap so you were straddling him, deepening the kiss. He gave it everything he had, your lips feeling like heaven against his own. His arms slithered around your waist, pulling you closer against him, one of your own hands tangling itself in his hair. You pulled his hair back for air, earning a groan from the Prince under you.

His eyes searched your face for an answer, slightly stunned that you had allowed him to do that. Though his confident demeanour was back quickly.

“Convinced yet?” he said revealing his signature smirk.

“I’m afraid it’s going to need more than a kiss to convince me” you returned, your hand still gripping on his hair firmly.

“What more do you have in mind” he growled, eyes darkening.

“I have a few” you smiled, hands snaking round his neck, adjusting yourself on his lap.

“but first...” you said, biting his jaw gently, “get me out of this dress.”

“With pleasure”

[bitteropinions]

I dont understand why MCU insists on calling 20yo as 'kids'.

Wanda was a 27yo in CA:CW who willingly joined Hydra at the age of 24/25 & did not regret for one bit and despite all of her actions, made to be a hero.

While Karli was around 20 in 2024 & despite her good intentions went violent and apathic along the way. (But her role as a villain was not diverted to a hero. At the most she was an anti-hero wanting to help people around the world.)

Like we do not see that for Tony when he took over SI at 21 or Natasha who was an assasin in her teens. For these instances, Tony is a villain for not knowing weapons sold under the table (his only crime was not paying better attention where his weapons went) & Natasha is a selfish honeypot killer & would betray anyone to save herself.

What do you think about this?

I got sidetracked alot but I hope it answers your question

I think its ass that they fucked her character one of the only openly Jewish characters to get likes and they succeeded. They victimized her and made her the ultimate I'm a white women who can get away with being infantized.

Karli literally is a direct output from the super serum its fucked her without her knowledge she is literally under the influence(she still faced repercussions and if mxu Steve was alive and well you know his reaction to her would be different). Natasha is jumpy on her own but she always it open about the fact that she will do whatever it takes to keep herself floating but even she was ready for the pushback by exposing her own secrets. And Tony was drugged out and falling into his father legacy unlike his father tho he realized that something is wrong here and begun to fix it, he fucked up, and so did natasha but their reactions to doing so from fans were overwhelming angry unlike wanda who is now a grown adult and still purposely hurting people.

Wandavision makes me mad. She is a actual child dating captian America in canon she doesn't really know what's happening, she's still whiny and a bitch tbh but her plot was handled better and with more plot line then slapping wanda smack dab in the middle of what was already becoming a mCU fuck up of plot lines. She was more able to be sympathized with in the comics.

And alot of her fans are White teen girls who don't care about her orgins or why this version of her sucks. They think they relate with her when they really don't because #girlboss and feed into this she needs to be protected smol bean bullshit.

And its not just her tho mostly all the introduced villans and opposition as of late have been widely accepted and watered down. Disney is blatantly showing their racism in alot of their movies shows and projects and all those characters have been accepted and defended for by their predominantly white fan base. INSERT KYLO REN (I like his character but I'm black I won't defend him but we see people dying for him on tumblr). Even Mal from descendants got infantized for drugging Ben while Uma a black female lead was made to be a villain and horrible person for doing the same thing, people where even mad that she got a redemption at all.

Fatws right now is the only show of Disney's that I'm actually feeling, disneys becoming more ballsy with showing us they don't care about their, poc fans and actor/ress, religious alignments, lgbtq canon and even back ground characters etc every time and it's getting mad uncomfortable. I stopped supporting disney plus because of it (mulan) and I've only been back on my sister profile for f&tws and next loki.

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Second try for upcoming Lady Loki cosplay ! Still need Loki's helmet and armlets. And I have to shorten the dress! #loki #ladyloki #cosplay #lokidress #mxu #marvel #marvelcosplay #corsetmagic #conventionincoming #upcomingcosplay #bgf #bordeauxgeekfestival