#my sweet babies who got parts of their humanity permanently stripped away

[cuntstrapula]

sappy mist and consi that i'm not sure if i'll finish or not lol. they make me ill

[realityhelixcreates]

Lasabrjotr Chapter 80: The Littlest Seidkona

Chapters: 80/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: pg

Relationships: Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki (Marvel),Thor(Marvel)

Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Party Time

Summary:  It's the final ceremony of Buridag-the Seidkona initiation-and all eyes are on you.

You woke up in Loki's arms, right where you had collapsed, Ulfrun, the junior healer looking over you.

“There.” she said. “It is as I told you, she was simply overwhelmed. There was a great deal of power moving during the ceremony, and she is still but mortal...”

“Yeah, that's me.” you grumbled. “Reaching above my station again.”

Ulfrun jerked back like she'd been burned. Loki chuckled.

“Yes, I think she will be all right. The Princess in Courtesy is in the habit of getting back up after she falls, never fear.”

Princess in Courtesy. That was what you were now. A princess without a kingdom, or people of your own, but you had the title...and for your purposes, that was all you needed.

“Will you have her come by for a checkup this evening? I'm certain Bjarkhilde will want to look her over.”

“I think I can do that.” You said, and she jerked back again. “I know, it's pretty weird, isn't it? But this'll make things easier in the long run, won't it? Except for the people who like talking trash at me, it's gonna suck for them, but I don't really feel bad for them.”

“I think we will be fine Ulfrun, thank you for your help.” Loki said.

“So. The ritual has brought you an inheritance.” Loki said, after the junior healer had hurried away. He kissed your cheeks and forehead, mumbling in affection. “So you will understand me now when I say that when I am drowning, you are my air, that I wish to wash my hair in your perfume, that when you look at me, an arrow pierces my heart, fixes it within my breast, pins it to my soul. Like a hapless bird, your gaze knocks me from the sky, to fall into your gentle, blossoming hands.”

Warmth flowed all the way to the tips of your ears.

“Stop, you're gonna make me faint again.” you murmured.

“Later then,” he said, amused. “When you are already laying down, perhaps.”

Thor poked his head around the back of the dais.

“The smoke is clearing.” he announced. “Is she all right?”

“Yeah, I'm good.” you said, Loki helping you to your feet. You had completed the ritual, now it was time to be presented to the people.

Out of the thinning smoke, and into the courtyard the three of you appeared, Heimdall keeping his vigil from atop the high dais. No one would dare make a move against you while he watched.

“The ceremony is complete!” Thor announced in his booming voice. “The paths of fate have been cleared for the Princess in Courtesy. May she pass down them in peace, for as long as her life has been interwoven with ours!”

The cheering was loud and enthusiastic, and seemed genuine. Your finger didn't hurt at all anymore, likely due to lying in Loki's arms for those few minutes while Ulfrun looked over you.

You stood and let them cheer as much as they wanted, then followed the princes back out of sight behind the dais when the crowds enthusiasm began to wane. You unwound the bandage from your finger to show a very pleased Loki that the tiny cut had nearly disappeared. It was nice to see how happy that made him, to remember how willing-even eager-he had been from the start to share that healing bond with you. You had never found out if that had cost him in pain or energy, just that it was very clear that he was more than ready to give.

“So you have gained something.” Thor mentioned on their way to drop you off with the other Seidkonas. “That will come in very handy. Save you decades of study.”

“So you didn't know it was going to happen either?” you asked. He shook his golden head.

“I've never actually seen one of these ceremonies performed. The last one I know of was for my mother, and that, of course, was before I was even born.”

“They must have had one for me,” Loki mused. “In secret. Hidden away in shame from prying eyes.”

Thor's warm smile withdrew into contemplation, as all three of you tried to envision it: A tiny, possibly blue infant, held over the bowl and crying, like a human baby getting their first check in with a doctor, a blade held against one minuscule hand or squirming foot...

It was an uncomfortable image, but it made sense to get it done as early as possible, if they were to pass Loki off as their son.

“So this is probably normal. Just another way to pass on the magic of Allspeak. We'll just see how well it works out for me.”

                                                 ******

The second part of your day was to be taken up by another, much longer and more complex ritual, that had to be done partially in secret. Thor and Loki escorted you, followed by many people, to one of the popup apartment complexes that now housed to majority of Asgard, until more permanent housing could be built. This one housed the thirteen remaining Seidkonas of Asgard, and had been transformed by them into a ritual house. With some small pomp, the princes transferred you into their care, but beyond their doors, it became a strict 'no boys allowed' club.

This was because, as soon as the door closed, you were led into the next room and stripped down, a bundle of incense being wafted around your body. Once naked, you were plunked down into a metal tub filled with a redolent herbal tea, which the others scooped up in bathing bowls and poured over your head, as if making a kind of Seidkona soup.

The entire dwelling was dimly lit with only candles, and the other Seidkonas were mostly silent in their work, speaking only to give you quiet instructions, or chant ceremonial blessings from the Norns.

Newly cleansed, you entered a different room, this time converted into a kind of sauna. In the pitch dark you sat and sweated, swaddled in thick clouds of suffocating steam from more herbal tea, ladled constantly over the hot stones.

Whether from the heat, the herbs, or the incense, you didn't know, but you began to feel odd. The magic within you felt as though it was swelling, throbbing with a heartbeat different than your own. The passage of time became meaningless, but eventually you began to see a light. Soft, blue, and ephemeral, you couldn't focus on it's source, as it dimmed down into nothing every time you tried to concentrate on it. But it pulsed like the heartbeat of your magic.

The Seidkonas who had joined you in the sauna began singing one word, one tone over and over. Your heart and your magic began to attune to it, thumping along in time, like your little Seidkona drum. The word felt natural, it slotted into your mind, filling a tiny, empty hole. The last syllable of the chant you had been practicing for weeks now. The very last piece of the magical puzzle, that you were not yet meant to utter.

You heard the beating of drums outside, muffled by the door, which cracked open and let in a blast of air. You knew it was warm, but it felt cool on your heated skin, disintegrated the clouds of herbal vapor, and sharpened your heat-fuzzed mind to a razor point. You exited the sauna like an infant; brand new and surrounded by sensation. The air was cool, the candles were bright, and the tub of pure water they dumped over you was like shards of ice.

While some of the women dried and helped you dress yourself, others continued the drum beat that had started while you were in the sauna. Seidkona drums were made of wood now, but their drumstick was shaped like a bone, and the little drums were rounded like skulls, and they may have been these things, long, long ago.

You sat among them, and were given a chunk of bread to eat, and a light, sweet fruit juice to drink. The flavor and texture was more clear than ever before, the sensation of relieving hunger and thirst practically palpable. The drumming continued while your hair dried and and you devoured the snack.

It wasn't just the steam or the heat-whatever herbal concoction you had bathed in and breathed in was effecting you. Your senses felt wider, like you were experiencing sensations on a deeper level. Maybe you always felt things this much, but simply hadn't noticed before.

Somehow you knew when to stand up. You and all the other Seidkonas got to your feet at the same time, some kind of unknown but compelling signal alerting you. As one, you all filed to the door.

Your instructor, the eldest of the Seidkonas stepped up beside you, as the others gathered their cloaks and drums.

“You are different than us.” she said. “The magic runs through you just the same, so you should know in advance: at the initiation, something new is always revealed. Some power, some knowledge previously unknown or lost. I know you've read about it with Saga, and you must understand that there is the probability that it will also happen to you. But you must also know that it's possible that it will not happen. Because you are different than us, and though the magic flows through you just the same, the rest of you might not be able to handle such a revelation. Never have the Norns allowed one of us to be harmed by this initiatory experience. They care about those who act in their stead, and will not force you through something you cannot handle. However, if they decide that you can handle it, human or not, they will push you to your very limit. Be ready for either outcome, for once it is started, there is no going back.”

The ancient Seidkona provided you your little rounded drum, and the parade began; a double line of esteemed sorceresses, wrapped in dark blue cloaks. You followed behind, cloakless, beating your drum in time with the others, a call to the masses that the initiate was coming, the ritual was beginning.

You followed your escort into the same courtyard from earlier in the day. In the time you had been squirreled away for cleansing, the whole area had been transformed. The tall dais was gone, another set of seating had taken its place. There were special seats for the most important guests, and new fencing had been erected, leading to clearly defined separation of Asgardian and human spectators. The entire courtyard had been swept clean of all snow and slush, all debris had been removed and sapphire blue decorations depicting your mark in silver had been put up. New torches had been planted and lit, and large braziers had been placed within the circle-one for each Seidkona, and an extra one in the center for you. They were each filled with a bundle to burn, a little tuft of incense herbs poking out of the top.

The drum beat continued as people filled the seats, as Thor and Loki took their special places, mere spectators in your grand show. The Seidkonas fanned out from their lines and each stood in front of a brazier. The drums only stopped once you had reached the brazier in the center. Each sorceress lit their own fire in their own way. Some were able to use magic, others used burning rods, lit from the torches. You had decided some weeks ago not to use a rod, but to use your magic to teleport burning material into your brazier.

And it worked! You were able to teleport fire! Your bundle burned...for all of a few moments, before the flames shrunk and went out.

Damn. You tried it again. Once more, the fire popped into being within your brazier. And once again, dwindled and disappeared. And again, with the same results. Why wasn't it working?

You heard muttering in the crowd, and you could pick out a few conspicuous questions being asked.

“Is that supposed to happen?”

“Is this a bad omen?”

“Does this mean she's not supposed to be doing this?”

“Did she fail?”

Frustrated, you stalked over to a torch, uprooted it, and used it to light your brazier. This time, the damn thing stayed lit. You scoured the gathered people with a glare, as if daring them to say anything more.

To your eternal annoyance, you spotted Todd among the human seating, his eyes narrowed in the expression he always got when you'd done something he hadn't expected or given you permission to do. Thankfully, you were much too far away to hear the veiled insults and negging that always followed that expression, but your memory helpfully provided several old examples, and they echoed around in your head until you forced them to cease. You swore, if he ever brought this up to you, you were going to teleport him into the middle of the river. If he was properly apologetic, you might even pull him out of the mud before he sank in forever.

Maybe.

“Practical.” Loki said in a stage whisper that carried out over the crowd. “Even mages must know how to solve problems without resorting to magic.” The crowd fell silent once again. Positioned right in front of you, the old Seidkona's wrinkled lips twisted into a wry smirk. She then lifted her drumstick into the air, and the dance began. The dance was supposedly simple: three steps and a quarter turn, four times, ending in a full spin, and then starting again, all in a circle around the burning brazier. Simultaneously, the drum beat, and the chant song kept time. You thumped your little drum, chanting along as you'd practiced. It would only get more challenging, you knew, and as soon as the chant had reached its end, it started over, this time faster. Your performance, how long and fast you could go before declaring the secret last word and bringing it all to an end, was supposed to determine how powerful a Seidkona you would be. In reality, your status was already confirmed, and everyone knew that expectations had to be different for a human, but you were still determined to give the best showing that you were physically capable of. And so you sped up. And sped up. And sped up, continuing until the world became a blur, and dizziness  threatened to overtake you. Blue light sparkled at the edges of your vision, having escaped your dreams, now following you into trance states, when you were between awake and asleep. And faster. And faster. Though you were breathless, the chant song filled your ears, the drum beat mimicking your racing heart, until finally, lest you fall over into the fire, you stopped, threw your drumstick hand into the air, and shouted the last word at the top of your voice. Something appeared in your hands, forcing you to drop the drum and stick. You flung it high into the air. Both Loki and Thor cried out in surprise.

You felt the mark on your hand spark into life, runes searing up your arm, neck, and face. The power buzzed through you, like a swarm of bees in your blood, and for the first time, you could make out words in the thrum of magic. You finally knew what it wanted from you.

You were meant to break the lock. Learn us Learn us Learn us.

“Show me.” you commanded. And then the universe opened up before you.

[brownhardyho]

Being Married to Ben HC, Pt 4

A/N: The fourth part of my being married to Ben HC. Fluff n smut ahead, enjoy! ;)

After you told Ben you were pregnant, you both decided to wait on telling your friends and family because you just wanted to enjoy the little bubble of happiness that only you two shared

There were definitely tears coming from both of you at the doctor’s office when you heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time

Like you were crying, but your husband Ben, was straight up sobbing with utter joy

“The baby’s heartbeat! We did that!” Ben hiccups, overcome with emotion

You and Ben wanted the gender to be a surprise, but that didn’t stop you two from expressing your guesses

The pregnancy itself was on your side, no morning sickness, if anything, you noticed that you were taking a lot more naps

Towards the end of the first trimester, you finally tell your family and friends and they are overjoyed and SO EXCITED

Especially Joe, who straight up cried when you broke the news to him that he was going to be an uncle

“Love, turn to the side,” Ben says excitedly, his green eyes beaming up at you. And you do, cuz by now you’re used to your husband’s antics

“You’re showing!!” he gushes, his hands stroking your now pronounced belly, which is out and not going anywhere

You were always gorgeous to Ben, no matter what your body looked like, if you were dressed to the nines wearing a killer gown or glistening like a badass in your workout clothes

But now that you are carrying his and your child, Ben firmly believes you are a GODDESS

Physical touch is one of Ben’s love languages (as is yours) so Ben is always in physical contact with the bump when he is with your

Ben loves rubbing cocoa butter on your belly after you’ve taken a shower.

It’s a nightly routine for you both to shower together before going to bed

After applying the lotion to the bump, Ben will massage your whole body and you’ll both talk about the baby and what he or she will look like/be like

On one night in particular, right as he was just about to take his hands off the belly, you both felt the baby kick at the same time

“Did the baby just-” Ben exclaimed in shock and awe

“Yes, bub!” you say excitedly

“What does it feel like?”

“Like someone kicked me in the bladder, now I have to pee, again!” You pout in annoyance cuz you swear you just went to the bathroom like 10 min ago

You also find this comforting because his hand on your belly is a constant reminder that Ben will always be there for you and your child and that he loves you both so much

Ben always talked to the baby, even before you started showing, stealing little whispers here and there when he thought you were still sleeping...

...but now that the belly is out and about, Ben is straight up having conversations with the bump.

He always says good morning and good night to the baby, placing a kiss to the belly, but not before giving you a kiss first

Speaking of kissing, when you reached the second trimester, you noticed that your body was extra sensitive, sexually

The pregnancy hormones got you feeling horny AF and Ben was more than willing to satisfy your needs

The first time it happened, Ben had just come home from a meeting, and all you gave him was a look that screamed “I need you NOW” and Ben carried you upstairs to your shared bedroom

It all happened so fast, clothes stripped off in record time and you pushed Ben to sit on the edge of the bed

You got settled on his lap, sitting on your knees, your dripping pussy just a mere inches away, hovering above Ben’s hard cock

He brought his arms around your naked body and started to places kisses up on your neck, as if to add a little foreplay

But girllll, you wanted your husband and you wanted him inside you NOW

So, without warning, you lifted your hips a little so your could guide his cock into your wet and waiting pussy, and slide your hips down in one smooth motion

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” Ben groans lowly, reveling in the feeling of your wet, warm canals tightening around his member “I love you so much!”

“Oh Ben, I love you too,” You moan and whimper as you feel Ben’s thrusts become slower and deeper, taking you closer to your climax.

Your guttural moans escaped your lips like honey and got higher and higher in pitch each time you circled your hips, getting lost in the feeling of being full of Ben

Needless to say, the orgasm that you both experienced was nothing like you’ve experienced before

It was slow, needy, passionate and on another level of intensity

It is safe to say that you being pregnant added a different level of intimacy to your relationship and sex life

When it comes to preparing the house and shopping for the baby’s arrival, Ben has got that on lock

After wrapping up his latest project, Ben dedicated all his free time baby proofing the house and painting the baby’s room

It was normal for little packages to be delivered to the house because Ben had a habit of going a lil crazy when it comes to shopping for baby clothes 

Especially shoes

Like the baby isn’t even born yet and there are already 5 pairs of shoes waiting for him or her

“Ben, but does the baby really need another pair of Adidas tho?” you ask in amusement as he coos over the new shoes he just unboxed

“Darling, my babylove,” Ben says seriously, taking his eyes of the shoes to place his emerald irises at you “Yes! Look how CUTE!”

One day, you get home from lunch with your mom and it is very quiet in the house

“Ben, honey I’m home!” you call out

“I’m up here,” He says, you follow his voice and find him in the baby’s room sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, bits and pieces of wood strewn all over

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly as you bend down to sit next to him,  wrapping your arm around his shoulder. He looks up at you, his face slightly red, eyes bloodshot, eyelashes wet from the tears that fell on them just moments before you came home. 

“Love, what if our baby hates me? What if I’m shit at being a father?” He huffs out, letting his insecurities out in the open.

“Ben, look at me please,” you take his face into your hands “Ben, I know for a fact that those two things are not going to ever happen.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Ben, honey.. First of all, you are the most loveable human I know. You have this uncanny ability to make anyone in the room feel welcomed and loved. You love me a whole damn lot and you take care of me and Frankie so well. You love your family and friends so much and protect us all so fiercely. Our baby, our child is going to love you a whole lot because Ben, you are just so sweet, caring, and funny!”

“I love you so much!” Ben hugs you into his chest, softly stroking your belly “I’m also scared shitless, like we’re gonna be parents!”

“I love you too bub,” You say softly pecking his lips “And I am too! But we’ll get through it together and it’ll be amazing!”

The both of you sit there, in comfortable silence, just taking this new life change all in

“Ben?”

“Hmm..”

“Can you help me up? I need to pee again.”

Permanent tag list: @chocolatealmondmilkshake , @rrrogah-tayluhh , @wanderlustandsmut

A/N: This is probably the longest part, I kind of went off haha. Let me know if y’all want a Part 5! ;)

[kasiopeiae]

Rings of Saturn

A/N: Well, this is it! I’ve been working on this oneshot for the last 3 1/2 months and it’s finally come together, all 22k words of it. I’ve really loved working in this universe, and I hold Phoebe and Harry close to my heart. If you enjoy them too, please let me know. I’d love to write more about them, so please send me a message if there’s anything you’d like to read or know about them. Special shoutout to @haroldsbee for being my cheerleader and proofreader, I wouldn’t have made it without you! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are greatly appreciated. Without further ado, I give you the story of Fratboy and Stargirl.