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Girls don’t want boyfriends, we want Valkyrie. 🤤😮💨
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So this year we got Loki
Glitter Thor
and Odin at the drums
seems like family bonding time is going good so far
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I bet the Skrulls really hate the fact that the Asgardians have their own town and government while they are hanging out at abandoned nuclear plants. Asgardians are just as dangerous, jut not "scary".
Gravik's villain origin story is probably watching Valkyrie's Old Spice ad.
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Thora guides Y/N thru the May Eve night celebration…
Y/N: what is this celebration for again?
The bells chime and several couples pair off and leave…
Thora: it is a celebration of love, Y/N
Thora takes Y/N’s hand, her eyes full of desire…
Thora: and I wish to celebrate it with you
Y/N: lead the way
Thora guides Y/N to her home…
#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel fluff#mcu#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#female avengers#thora#thor#thor x reader#new asgard#thor imagine#female Thor#rule 63#gender swap#genderswap#genderbend#genderbent#katheryn winnick#Thora x reader#god of thunder#goddess of thunder#a force#the avengers
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Be My Little Darling
Masterlist Chapter 2
Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. One shot. There is some making out, unresolved sexual tension! Mentions of private parts. Cursing. There's violence with weapons. Established relationship.
Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. At least they will be after you stop a creep from bothering one of your waitresses. And Loki has to stop the fight with you. He takes you back to his office to set some things straight.
Word Count: 3,826k
A/N: Ever since hearing that the Loki show had an early concept of Loki running a 70s dance club like the show Lucifer, I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I knocked this out. It was fun to write LOL. I conceived it as a one shot, so enjoy. Not beta'd or proof read, so all mistakes are mine. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!
“Hands. Off. Now,” you snarled. You looked up into the ugly mug of some random person who had too much to drink. He stank of ale and dried sweat and something faintly oily.
He sneered down at you and looked you over. You wore the same thing as the other girls, except you took liberties with yours. The skirt was a little shorter, the cleavage a little tighter, fishnet tights, and fingerless gloves. You wore all black like the other waitresses complete with a fresh black rose pinned to your lapel.
He saw you no more than background noise, blending into the decadent atmosphere. So, in his mind, he could do whatever he wanted.
“I don’t hear her complaining,” he said, with a heavy accent. You couldn’t place it, but then again, you were still getting used to New Asgard. Between the Asgardians and the humans native to this part of the world, there was an eclectic mix of voices, accents, and dialects.
He held one of your girls by the arm and from the looks of it, it was none too gently. She was a pretty brown haired girl, a little mousy and pale, but this room preferred the look of a doe-eyed innocent. You nodded to her, to give her reassurance that everything would be okay.
You turned your scowl back on the idiot. “She’s told you no a few times. Clean out your ears and let her go. I won’t ask again,” you said.
“And what will you do?” He asked. He looked around the room at his buddies who laughed along with him. You looked around, committing each idiot to memory. They were definitely banned after this.
You licked your lips, trying to keep your cool. You were so over this bullshit. You weren’t a bouncer and you resented the extra load Loki dumped on your shoulders. As if managing nine fucking rooms in a club was an easy task.
He chuckled some more, getting his cronies to increase their mocking laughter. The Alfeim room was supposed to be one of the most relaxing and ethereal rooms. You didn’t know where the meathead came from but you made a mental note to deal with the front house staff in the morning.
You moved forward and conjured a defense baton, bringing it down on his arm at the joint. There was a faint crunching sound and he yelled as he dropped the girl. She grinned and backed away, using her tray as a shield from the other cronies. They stood up and you slowly unveiled a conjured sword, waving it about.
“Ah ah ah,” you tsked. “Play fair.”
The meathead wailed like an unruly child and you curled your lip in disgust. So pathetic.
“Out, all of you. And I never want to see you here again.”
There were five men who encircled you, each remaining in place. You glanced around the room. There were log tables set up with stumps to sit on. There was fake moss on the walls and floor, fake branches overhead, and a cave facade built onstage for the performers. The girls in this room wore leafy, flowy skirts and loose peasant shirts. Flower crowns were woven into their braided hair and they wore sandals on their feet.
The patrons in this room needed that bit of fantasy to escape for a bit. For now, they were content to watch the fight unfold. They weren’t freaking out, so you decided to keep the mood light.
The meathead in charge stopped crying long enough to struggle to his feet. “You will regret that,” he said, low and menacing. Well, at least he thought so. But once you saw a man sniveling on the floor with snot running down his face, you kind of lost all respect.
You swung the sword towards him until it was flush against his neck. “Care to try me? I haven’t had a good fight in a good while,” you said.
The meathead scoffed. He suddenly thrust his arm up, moving your sword out of the way. But it still nicked him across the neck and cheek. A red line opened up on his skin and bled freely. He paid it no mind as he got in close, using his good side and broad frame to crowd into you.
You stepped in close as well and used the hilt of your baton to hit him in the abdomen. You stepped in, turned, and used the momentum to bring the baton across his face. His face whipped to the side but then turned back to you with fire in his eyes.
Finally, a good fucking fight. He yelled and ran at you, picking you up and slamming your back against the nearest table. You dropped the sword and conjured another baton and began wailing on any available body parts you could reach. You rained down holy fire on his back and arms until he finally leaned back far enough for you to land a solid kick.
He stumbled back, cursing at you and calling you out of your name. You hopped off of the table and bent low to bring your batons down on his kneecaps, ankles, and shins. He yowled in pain before grabbing your arm with a snarl.
“Let her go.” A deep, rich voice called out into the room. The faint faerie-like music slowed to a stop. The lights seemed to dim in his presence.
You sighed. This was the last fucking thing you needed.
“I got it,” you said. You twisted in the man’s hand making him twist in an unnatural way. He could either let go and save his hand or keep going out of spite. He cried out as his wrist twisted too far. You grabbed it and twisted it behind his back. You elbowed him in the back until he was bent over and back to crying. You applied pressure until his knees buckled.
“All of you, out. And you already know what I will do if I catch you here again,” Loki said. His breathy baritone commanded all the force of a prince. The eggheads who stayed out of the fight looked to their pathetic leader. He looked between you and Loki, trying to determine who was the real threat. You with the weapons, or the owner of the club and his former prince.
The meathead nodded and you let him go with a final shove. He stood up and one of his buddies came to help him stand. He glared daggers at you as they were escorted out by a team of bouncers.
You weren’t even out of breath. You released your constructs and set about setting the room to rights. You didn’t want to look at him. You already knew that he’d be scowling at you. As if the disturbance was somehow your fault.
Loki approached you on silent feet. While you were looking down, his shiny black dress shoes came into view.
He called your name and you suppressed a shiver. His voice made music out of your name, pronouncing all of the syllables in his own unique way. Every time felt like you were discovering your name for the first time.
You dragged your eyes along his all black suit that hugged his frame, accentuated his small waist, and broad shoulders. He wore a black on black suit, with a black tie, and a black rose on his lapel. His hair draped down to his shoulders. He was letting it grow out again and gods it was glorious on him.
His signature scowl was on his face as he regarded you.
“I had it covered, you didn’t have to do that.” You hated that even from across the fucking club, word spread so fast that he always spoiled your fun.
“It shouldn’t get that far,” he said.
“How about you trust me next time?” You snapped. You weren’t a fucking child that he could scold. He raised an eyebrow at you.
Perhaps you really had lost your mind, because you didn’t care this time. “You can’t expect these people to trust me, let alone my girls to trust me, if you swoop in and command people about. They need to fear me, not you,” you continued.
“He had his hands on you,” Loki said as if it explained everything.
“He had his hands on Sugar, or did you not see that?” You asked. Loki gave every waitress a name. Sugar, Sweetie, Honey…
“Darling,” he said, with a slight smile. “There’s nothing that goes on in my club that I don’t know about,” he said.
You rolled your eyes. Yes, you’ve heard the speech. He is the lord and king of the club and no one could tell him different.
You finished righting the tables and stumps. You grabbed the towel hanging from your back pocket and wiped down the table. The couple who had been sitting there had stood up in the commotion to avoid being trampled. They nodded their thanks. You gave them vouchers for a free drink on their next visit.
“I don’t need your fucking help, Loki,” you said. You brushed past him but he dug his fingers into the fleshy parts of your upper arm.
He raised a finger into your face. “Have care how you speak to me,” he said.
His dark eyes bored into yours. Oh he was angry. If he had the ability to burn you with one look, it’d be this one. His jaw flexed as he clenched it and his eyes were so narrow, he looked like his eyes were half closed.
You yanked your arm out of his grasp. He reared back as if you had slapped him. “Fuck you,” you said.
Instead of rising to your obvious bait, Loki chuckled. He clapped slowly and turned around, getting others to clap along with him. “Let’s thank the lovely Darling for keeping us safe.”
The room clapped awkwardly before Loki nodded to the band. The music resumed, the soft and ethereal music floating through once more. Waitresses floated in and out carrying full trays of drinks to go with the forest theme.
Loki smiled and waved to patrons. He leaned down to speak to a group of women who giggled at his words. Giggled. You dry heaved.
Loki turned back to you and his smile disappeared. He stepped closer and leaned towards your ear. “My office. Now,” he demanded.
You sucked your teeth but his expression told you that he wasn’t in the mood tonight. Whatever. If he wanted to fire you, you’d welcome it. You didn’t sign up for this shit.
You whirled around and exited the room. The common areas were decorated in velvet and revolving lights that switched colors and swirled on the walls. Waitresses dressed in regalia from all over the nine realms marched to and from the various kitchens and bars, carrying drinks or finger foods.
Your high heels clicked on the floor, despite the thumping music from various rooms you passed. You were all too aware of Loki stalking behind you. He didn’t make much of a sound. If it weren’t for his shoes, you wouldn’t be able to tell he was there. Well, besides the overwhelming presence of him.
His disappointment and anger were like thick blankets around you. Suffocating you. Your skin was overheated and oversensitive. You wanted a fight but now you were left unfulfilled. Your denied release made you antsy, eyes flicking across the assorted artwork and sculptures in the labyrinth hallways.
You led the way to his office. Smack at the back of the club, Loki had a spacious and elegant office. He was done in his signature black and emerald. Deep, plush couches he probably fucked people on.
He had a dark mahogany desk that was large enough to dominate the room. Two chairs were in front of it. File cabinets, boxes, and random sculptures made up the room. He had a private bar in the corner with the best liquor according to his tastes.
He entered behind you and slammed the door shut. You hated that you jumped. You hated it more that the sound of the door locking didn’t scare you. It excited you. Your pitiful crush on your boss was embarrassing. All of the women loved him. Half the men did too. He had a unique way of making you feel like the only person in the room, despite being surrounded.
You crossed your arms and faced forward. He stalked towards you, way too close for comfort. You shifted as he trailed a finger down your exposed arm. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“If you don’t respect me out there, the other girls will stop listening. So instead of running a club, I’m now stuck with the task of hiring and training a completely new staff. Do not disrespect me out there,” he said.
You faced him. “Then don’t disrespect me. I had the situation under control,” you said.
He laughed at you and shook his head. He dropped his hold on your chin. “I’m sure breaking his knees and arms was a controlled situation,” he said.
“He would’ve healed,” you said.
“That’s not the point!” He yelled. Fresh arousal flooded you and made your stomach flip. This was so fucked up. His yelling should not excite you. But it did. Gods, it did. Every single time.
“There’s no fighting in my club. Ever,” he said.
“You embarrassed me out there. How can people respect my position if you don’t?” You asked.
“I wouldn’t have given it to you if I didn’t respect you. I know you can do a good job. Itching for a fight will drive customers away. What’s going on with you?” He asked.
You blinked at him. “What? Nothing. Can’t a woman rage without there being a reason?”
“Not you, no. What is it? What happened?”
“Nothing,” you said through gritted teeth.The hell did he truly care anyway? Maybe you were in a shitty mood because you wanted to be. You were stressed out to the max. The highlight of your day was managing the club. Outside of it…it wasn’t pretty. You preferred the dark interior of the club and its nine rooms to the sunny and bright world outside. It was all so sad.
But you weren’t about to tell your boss that. If you broke down, he’d be more than justified to replace you. And you didn’t want to think about what would happen if you didn’t have the club anymore.
He approached you, crowding into your personal space. You backed away until your round ass hit the top of his desk. Still, you tried to get out of the web he weaved. His entire being made the room feel tiny.
“Tell me or we’ll have to find a more constructive use for you,” he said. He looked down his nose at you, eyes raking over your plump brown lips.
A sigh escaped you. “We’ve never crossed that line, Loki,” you said.
“I can’t fathom a reason why right now,” he said.
You chuckled to try to dissipate some of the tension in the room. “You couldn’t give me what I want,” you said.
You and Loki had flirted plenty of times over the years, but you both respected your positions. You didn’t need anyone thinking you got this job on your knees. Some of the girls liked to still gossip and call you Princess when they thought you couldn’t hear them. But no one thought you two had a relationship.
How could they? Loki had a different woman or man or those in between on his arm every night. He made no secret of the type of people he liked. And safe to say, you did not fit the bill. You weren’t ugly. You knew that for a fact. You were gorgeous with real curves and a real tummy.
Loki seemed to go for the weak willed, bland people whose personalities came from a quiz online. He liked to boss people around and you made sure that he knew that he couldn’t do the same to you.
“You think you’re so hard to figure out?” He chuckled and looked over you as if you were nothing. “Darling, I know what you need.”
You jutted your chin out and crossed your arms. He poked your side. You slapped his hand away. He poked your other side and you slapped his hand away again. What was he playing at?
He scooted closer, molding his body along yours. You felt the unmistakable imprint of his dick straining against his trousers. You inhaled sharply, not expecting that at all. You looked into his eyes. He had a downright devilish grin on his face.
He dragged his fingers from your tummy, up and over your chest, in between your breasts, and then wrapped them around your throat.
You prayed he couldn’t feel your heartbeat increasing. He smelled like wood and smoke, like sin.
“Tell me to stop,” he said. He kept eye contact with you as he leaned down and kissed the tops of your breasts. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips.
“Shove me away,” he said. He increased pressure on your neck and you whined. His free hand roamed over your thigh before pulling it up and wrapping it around his hip. It pressed his dick closer to you and your pussy throbbed.
He moved his hands higher, lifting your skirt. He went so agonizingly slow, giving you enough time to reject him. To shove him away. To tell him to leave you alone. Yet…what if this is all you got from him? What if this was your one chance to experience Loki’s attention directed at you?
“My poor, overworked Darling. So many responsibilities I gave you. I have no doubt you can deliver. But so little time for a proper release,” he said. His breath fanned over your face, smelling of whiskey and mint.
His fingers slid up to your jaw, running his thumb over your lips before pushing in. You suckled his thumb as his other hand drifted closer to your pussy. He played with the outline of your panties, lighting running his fingers back and forth.
You shamelessly moaned. You wiggled your hips, trying to get him to do anything else. He couldn’t stand here teasing all damn night. Surely, you would recover from his rejection after this. You weren’t the first to hold out on him but it was a game to see how flustered you could make each other.
Once he had you, there was no reason to continue the game.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded.
You snapped your eyes to his. His magic must extend to his eyes, because you were lost. Pulled in. Fuck it. Heartbreak was worth whatever he was about to do to you.
“No funny remarks? Is that all it takes? Playing with your needy little pussy?” He asked.
You nipped at his thumb but he didn’t pull it away. He grinned. “You don’t know what I need,” you said. But your comeback was weak to your own ears.
“You take care of so much, but who takes care of you?” He asked.
“I have a trusty vibrator. Better than any man,” you taunted.
Loki grinned. “Don’t stand there and lie, Darling. Shall I prove you wrong?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, daring him to. He hooked his finger under your panties and cooed at the amount of wetness on the gusset of your panties. “Quite a mess you made.” He leaned his head down and nuzzled your cheek before resting his nose against your shoulder. He took a deep whiff.
“Divine,” he said.
His knuckles brushed against your slick folds and you whined, moving your hips to get him where you needed him. “You’re so used to being in control, aren’t you?”
He took his thumb out of your mouth and grabbed your chin. He brought you close, close enough for your lips to touch. He licked his lips and the movement caught some of yours.
“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop,” he said.
“Fuck you, Loki,” you said.
He chuckled and started to rub his knuckle back and forth with increased speed. You bit your lip to keep from moaning on his knuckle. There was no way he was playing you this well. It was embarrassing.
He kissed both of your cheeks and hovered his lips over yours. You wrapped one arm around his shoulder and the other around his tie. You yanked and he fell forward, giving you a quick kiss.
You dug your hands into his scalp, pulling his hair at the roots. He growled but still didn’t take the hint. He bit your lip and you cried out. He licked away the sting.
“Ask nicely if you want me to kiss you,” he said.
“Fuck you,” you breathed.
“Say the word and I will,” he said. You mashed your lips together, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
His knuckle stilled and you cried, rolling your hips forward. He withdrew completely and you groaned. You were nearly there. He kept eye contact as he licked his knuckle. You could smell yourself on his fingers. It was obscene. And it was fucking hot.
“If you want this cock, you’ll have to beg for it.” His voice weaved a spell on its own. You sighed at his filthy words.
“Like hell,” you said.
Loki chuckled and shrugged. “Until you beg, you’ll stay like this. You’re not allowed to cum or let anyone else touch you.”
He backed away from you, dropping you unceremoniously. Your leg hit the ground and your knees slightly buckled. You caught the desk behind you to keep you upright. You hadn’t known that he held the majority of your weight. The bastard took all the heat with him. Your hands shook with overwhelming need.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” you scoffed.
“I know I can. Go home. Think of me. Curse me. Whatever you need to do. But I will be very angry if you cum without my permission.”
He nuzzled your neck again before planting a soft kiss to your neck. He caressed your cheek before fully backing away. He rolled his shoulders. His pants were tented. Surely he was in pain as well.
“Don’t worry about me, Darling. I can last longer than you,” he said. Oh, now he activated your competitive side.
You smiled sweetly and fixed your skirt. You took your time fluffing it around your hips and thick thighs. Two could play that fucking game. You stood up and sashayed past him.
“We’ll see. But you’re not allowed to touch anyone else either,” you smirked. You trailed your hand along his chest as you passed him. His dark chuckle followed you out of the room. This ought to be interesting.
Masterlist| Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
#marvel smut#loki#loki x Black!reader#Loki x black reader#loki x reader#loki x you#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki of asgard#new asgard#fanfiction#fan fic#fanfic#loki fanfic#loki fan fic#The Secret Loki Files#Megaminds Secret Files#loki x female reader#loki x fem reader#loki x plus size reader
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Am I the only one who thinks maybe Carol’s side braid is due in part to taking a bit of Valkyrie with her?
Like imagine lazy mornings where Valkyrie is playing with Carol’s hair and she ends up always braiding that side braid of her hair.
I can dream
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Canon sucks, Loki is with Mobius, Loki’s family is alive and living on New Asgard, and Loki and Thor are reunited
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I know sifs love interest is supposed to be Thor BUT PLEASE THEY WOULD BE PERFECT!!! Just imagine Sif looking up to Brunhilde as she's a real valkyrie. VAL teaches her some moves, trains with her, they're both half naked and sweaty on the training ground and ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER. PLEASEEEE
#sif#lady sif#lady sif and the warroiors three#asgard#asgardians#valkyrie#brunhilde#new asgard#marvel#sif x valkyrie#sif x Brunhilde#lesbianism#lesbians#bisexual#bi pride#lesbian#bi
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@thortwenty151
!!!!! THE COMMUNITY VS INDIVIDUAL commentary is my favourite thing about this movie. i loved what ragnarok did with the deconstruction of heroism and how L&T pulls it apart completely and shows thor as someone who doesn't really have a sense of self outside of the expectations he's been trapped in since childhood and as someone who ultimately crumbles under the weight of it all, his own failure both the perceived one and the very real one cemented even more by the distrust of the people who have seen him as a saviour.
and i think it really brings home the loneliness of it and how bogus the concept is; you cannot serve the people you're standing apart from, heroism is inherently hyperindividualistic and isolating and of course when thor fails at it he isolates himself even further because he doesn't really know how else to cope with any of it but to heal, to truly heal he has to come back, re-join the community not as a king but as its member and for the community to really mend itself it has to embrace him back into its fold.
#like....the parallels with valkyrie in ragnarok#the patu#all of it#really so close to my heart#thor love & thunder#thor love and thunder#tlat#thor#thor odinson#new asgard
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Valkyrie Aesthetic
#valkyrie#valkyrie mcu#brunnhilde#female warrior#armor#sword#warrior#asgardian#new asgard#asgard#tessa thompson#king valkyrie#marvel#marvel mcu#comics#films#marvel universe#marvel characters#superheroine#superhero#marvel women#superpowers#aesthetic#thor#thor odinson#loki#loki odinson#thor movies#odin#jane foster
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i rewatched thor: love and thunder for research purposes
and i'm prolly the only one being so late to noticing this but wdym there are "Team Thor" & "Team Loki" flag-kinda-stuff for the tourists in new asgard ?? 😭
#main time line loki died#n he's STILL being compared to and pitied against thor like omg i'd be so mad#also this movie could have been beautiful if taika took this one more seriously#thor love and thunder#thor odinson#sacred timeline#loki#mcu#new asgard
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loki spoilers
silly little thought but what if mobius goes to new asgard on the sacred timeline and looks for thor and then tells him about everything... I've successfully made myself cry thinking about this
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Thora wakes up on top of Y/N, her chest nearly suffocating her love…
Thora: by Odin’s beard.! My love, I’m so sorry.
Y/N: huh? what?
Thora: I feel asleep on top of you and my breasts almost smothered you
Y/N: why are you getting up? I liked it
Thora: (blushes) really?
Y/N: yeah
Thora: okay! Love you baby
Thora giggles and lays right back down on top of Y/N…
For @ma1egamer
#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel fluff#mcu#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#genderswap#Thora#thor#Thora x reader#thor x reader#female avengers#the avengers#katheryn winnick#viking goddess#new asgard#goddess of thunder#genderbend#Genderbent
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Fic rec time!
This is a lovely WIP by @indelen called Borrowed Time set after Ragnarok but in a timeline where Thanos has not yet come after Loki or the Infinity Stones. It has a strong focus on Loki and Thor's relationship so far, and the opening few chapters are a really quite beautiful exploration of Finland's wilderness and folklore and how Loki and Thor might fit in to this on Earth. It quickly gets going though and we spend time with some of the Avengers and in New Asgard while trying to solve the mystery of what is going on.
I've very much enjoyed how Loki and Thor are written, and the premise is intriguing.
Still very much a WIP, but worth a read even just this far.
Author's summary:
The Statesman never encountered Thanos between the destroyed Asgard and Earth. Thor, Loki and the remaining survivors settled on Earth and formed New Asgard. A year later and the Odinson brothers struggle to preserve the life, culture and history they lost. For Thor kingship is a heavy burden and he had to sacrifice much to preserve his relationship with his people and his prickly brother. And for Loki New Asgard brings nothing but old grudges and old troubles and old prejudices.
And then monsters fall from the sky and Earth's magic wielders begin to disappear and things really start to get complicated. Magic, mystery and monsters, Gods and humans and everything in between ...
... and all the while Loki, his pockets still quite heavy from the jaunt to Odin's Vault, can't shake the feeling that someone is watching him.
#fic rec#fanfic#fanfiction#loki#thor#new asgard#heimdall#Valkyrie#tony stark#natasha romanoff#bruce banner#loki fic#borrowed time
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Here’s a little scene I wrote and decided to publish on here for anyone who may like it. Set after Valkyrie leaves the ship with the Skrull. Please note I don’t usually write any fanfic, but The Marvels have really got me invested, so it’s definitely not perfect!
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Carol turned her back as soon as the bifrost beamed Val and the Skrulls back to New Asgard. Sombrely making her way back to her “unintentional team”
Kamala squealed. “So who was that?” Asking in a sing songy voice to Carol.
Monica sighed
Carol looked up very seriously. “The king of New Asgard.” She said matter of factly.
Monica laughed as Kamala scrunched up her face. “No I know who she is. I mean WHOOOO is she?” Kamala ensured she put a great emphasis on who. Hoping the great Captain Marvel would get the hint.
“Valkyrie. The King of New Asgard.” Carol said still not understanding Kamala’s undertone.
Kamala smacked her forehead. “No, I know her name and occupation. Who is she?” The super teen decided to wink really hard on the who.
“I’m going to bed.” Monica announced. Kamala watched her climb into the single bed ensuring her back was facing the other two.
“Well I call her Val…” Carol said while taking a seat at the table in the center of the ship.
“UGH” Kamala exclaimed “but who is she?” Kamala knew better than to ask point blank the relationship status of two people. Her parents would be ashamed. Especially if it was about someone she’s looked up to for years and years. Someone who is so amazing she deserves to have someone to love and be loved …
“The last Valkyrie of the Asgard Court.”
It went on like this for sometime until a deep sigh is heard from the woman on the bed. “Kamala is asking, who she is to you.” Monica said. She knew this game would never end. Her Aunt Carol maybe earth’s mightiest hero, but she does not pick up on subtile hints.
“Oh.” Carol exclaimed. “A friend.”
Kamala falls to the floor ever so dramatically. “It didn’t look like you were just friends. Seemed like you had a history?” She peered up at Carol from her position on the floor.
“Well we figured we were better off as friends.” Carol picked up a newspaper off the table she was sitting at and flipped through its pages.
How could she be so nonchalant about this! The Captain Marvel just admitting to having a past fling with The King of Asgard! “I’ve never had a moment like that with anyone I’m just friends with.” Kamala scooted herself closer to Carol using her feet to move her body up. It was too late Carol was enthralled in her newspaper and she could hear Monica’s light snores from the bed. “Ugh never mind. I can just write about it.”
“Yeah you do that.” Carol said who really didn’t hear what the young girl said. Just wanted to have some alone time.
Kamala’s mouth dropped open. “Permission from THE Captain Marvel!” She squealed in delight quickly pulling out her phone. “This is gonna get so many hits!”
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Borrowed Time - Chapter 24
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Chapter 24 - Too Many Questions
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“This is the only delivery my contact will be able to make for some time,” he warned, his voice suddenly as tired as the rest of him.
Eir nodded as if she knew exactly why. Then again she was there when Vanlandi spoke of Amora’s ransacked jail cell and she was not a fool so maybe she did.
“I have other contacts,” continued Loki, “but none as reliable as this one was. Do stress to your aides the importance of reading twice before doing once. I can’t promise a fast turn around on supplies from now on”
“Understandable. How is your back?”
“In pain. How is Jarl’s potion?”
“Simmering”
“Who among us isn’t?” shrugged Loki and added, “I have one question for you, not strictly a medical one.”
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