#no because Thor trusted Loki so much and was oblivious and that's what made the whole thing a tragedy

[worstloki]

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A Wife for Thor Pt.20

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03/21/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 6,206

Warnings: ANGST up the whazoo! Like seriously, angst. Language, more angst, talks of pregnancy, relationship troubles

A/N: Oof, this one is pretty bad. First of all, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me. But anyone who knows me and my storytelling, I always ramp up the angst around here. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter to the best of your ability! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

It’s nearly nightfall when Thor lands on the drive in front of your house.

His honeymoon haven, as he thinks of it often.

There’s hardly any impact from his descent, but what little there is kicks up a puff of dust despite the heavy gravel.

It crunches beneath his feet as he makes his way towards the front door. His boots fall heavy on the aged wood and before he can knock you’re there, pulling the door open.

You’re the most wonderful sight he’s ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. You’re perfection. Even tired as you look, eyes bloodshot, lips slightly off color, no glow in your cheeks or brightness in your gaze. You’re still the most beautiful creature in all of the universe.

He smiles at you but you stare at him stoically, then step aside to allow Dr. Wilson passage.

“Dr. Wilson,” Thor suddenly remembers sending her to be with you.

He smiles at her and she gives him one in return, albeit small and tight and it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Your Majesty,” she curtsies quickly before turning to you and placing her hand on your arm. “If you need anything, you have my number.”

“Thank you, Dr. Wilson, I’ll use it if I have to. Which something tells me I will.”

“Are you not better yet, cherub?” Thor asks, worry creasing his forehead.

You don’t meet his eyes and he notices the way Dr. Wilson steals a quick glance at him before she gives you a curtsy too then moves around him towards the drive to a shiny silver car.

You step out to the edge of your porch, waving at the Doctor until she’s gone.

As you turn back to him, Thor breathes in deep, almost taking a step towards you to wrap his arms around you and kiss you and quench this thirst for you that has been growing larger and more demanding every day that the two of you have been apart.

Before he can, you point towards the doorway and move past him, “You better come inside. It’s supposed to storm tonight.”

“Storm?” Thor asks incredulously. “Shall I chase it away for us?”

You don’t answer him and instead walk into the kitchen, disappearing from his sight as you move around the counter towards the sink.

Thor hesitates, his heart dropping for the first time since he arrived. At first he merely thought you exhausted from your illness, but now he’s wondering if there might not be something more going on.

Are you angry at him that it took him so long to come and see you?

As he shuts the door then steps towards your coat rack, he hangs his hammer carefully before moving towards the kitchen no longer in uniform but in a plain gray t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

“Are you not well at all yet, cherub? Will you need more time away from home?” he stops by the edge of the island, his hand reaching over to poke at the smooth wooden counter nervously.

The longer you take to answer him, the more he thinks something must be wrong, beyond your falling ill.

There’s no possible way that you might have found out about-It’s almost too unbearable to think of but as you keep your back to him, hands calmly but with purpose filling your kettle with water and dropping tea bags into a pot, his stomach begins to churn.

“Y/N, if something is wrong, I-”

“I’m pregnant, Thor. I’ve known for a week. Since the day in your war room when you were telling Loki that you wanted to get an annulment so that you could marry Jane.”

Thor’s heart stops. Outside the storm grows nearer faster.

Any light left from the setting sun is snuffed out by the black clouds of thunder and rain that Thor’s panic pulls from the atmosphere.

“I was coming to tell you, but you left your door open. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but then you said Jane was pregnant and for a moment I was hoping that maybe she was pregnant with someone else’s baby, but it didn’t sound like that’s what you were thinking so, I listened.

“My mind, at that moment, was a little foggy. You know? It took me a second to really think about what we could do. Because for me, I knew that even with this new hurdle, I wanted to overcome it with you. At your side.”

Thor watches as you step to the stove and light the burner, placing your kettle over it to boil.

His limbs are fuzzy, his mind a hive of buzzing bees and crackling electricity. His heart is still not beating but he can feel it breaking. Every fissure, every tear, he feels it from end to end. His mouth will not open and even if he had something to say, even if he could think enough to say it, you don’t sound finished and he will not interrupt you.

You move to pull two cups out from a cupboard and place one in front of the nearest stool to him, then the other on the island in front of the sink where you’ve been standing. You move the teapot over to the island too, then place both hands on the edge to lean all your weight against it.

Somehow, having you look at him is worse. He can see the heartbreak in your eyes, the betrayal. He can feel the anger surging beneath this calm exterior you’ve pasted on.

He’d rather have you rage at him, throw things at him, than see you keep your composure and think about this rationally. Because what can that mean? Have you given up on him? What does this mood of yours mean for your marriage?

“One of the first things I thought was that we should get Jane a room, or maybe a proper house where she and the baby could live because I could never keep you from your child. Not when they would be the rightful heir to the throne. And even if they weren’t going to be the heir, that baby would be your baby. Your child. So how can I ever keep them from you?

“I wasn’t exactly happy that Jane would be in our lives forever seeing as she is so openly…” you tut, looking up at the light fixture above as you search for the right word. “...not hostile. But she doesn’t like me. I could see it the moment she arrived but you seemed, I don’t know, oblivious of it? I’m not sure if that’s because it’s Jane or not, or if you seriously just didn’t notice?

“Every time we were alone, she always made sure to keep her distance. She never talked to me unless she absolutely had to, but as soon as you'd come into  the room she was all politeness and sociable,” you laugh without humor. “I still have no idea how you didn’t notice.

“It was sad, honestly. It made me sad, a lot. But I kept my mouth shut because you trusted her so wholeheartedly even though I could feel the snake she was. Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, especially since she’ll be part of our lives now, but-”

“She won’t.”

You stop talking, fixing your piercing gaze upon Thor and all he can do is shake his head in rebuttal of what you just said.

“She won’t be part of our lives,” he continues, explaining himself as quickly as he can.

Now that he’s got a word in, he’s eager to tell you how silly all of this has been. How stupid and unnecessarily taxing the stress was.

“She’s not pregnant,” Thor smiles, and he is glad to see your relief.

It’s brief and subdued, but it’s a small sigh and a relaxing of your shoulders.

After a moment you take several steps back to lean against the sink.

“So we have nothing to worry about,” Thor continues, hoping to latch onto his spark of hope.

He rounds the island with godly dexterity but you take a step back, looking up at him with narrowed eyes.

Your anger is less hidden now, and he can see the outrage in your face.

He stops his pursuit to give you space.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

Your demand confuses him. Doesn’t it make you feel better? It makes him feel loads, tons, millions of times better.

“I-” he begins confused.

“You were willing to leave me...to end our marriage, for a baby that hadn’t even been confirmed yet. You think telling me that Jane not being pregnant so now you don't have to erase our marriage as if it never existed is gonna make this better?!”

Thor is speechless, trying desperately to understand the problem, the confusion. Why are you still angry?

“Y-yes, my cherub. No baby, no Jane, no need to figure anything out,” he insists.

“YOU CALL AN ANNULMENT FIGURING SHIT OUT?!”

Thor winces, never having heard you this angry before. You’re livid and that scream is directed directly at him. It takes him a moment to regain some composure but when he does, he sputters to get his story out.

“I-I admit that perhaps the moment of my finding out about Jane was not my finest. I just learned that the once woman I loved was having my child and the scandal that would bring upon my people-”

You scoff and turn away from him, moving back towards the stove as a small stream of steam begins to rise. It’s not hot enough yet though.

Thor doesn’t understand. You know how life works. You’ve been there daily, watching him say and do things that he wouldn’t normally do. He’s being forced just as much as you are to deal with things, only his opportunities are much richer in variation.

“You’re angry with me?” Thor knows this, but something about saying it out loud hits him with a harsh sense of injustice. “What choice would you have had me make?”

You stiffen at his new tone. He can see the shift in your body, and he instantly regrets the momentary anger that boiled his blood.

The way your shoulders slump has his heart beating wildly with new panic. How does he fix this? How can he make this up to you? How can the two of you find some common ground?

“Not this,” you say, quietly.

Thor almost doesn’t hear you but only almost..

“Y/N…” his voice is softer, negotiating in an attempt to calm you.

The placating tone has the opposite effect on you.

“The one thing I asked you to do is to be honest with me. I asked you not to make a fool of me and you did it anyway. You lied to me-”

“I didn’t lie-” Thor begins, but he knows that omitting the truth is almost as good as. His voice trails off.

“Not only did you lie to me but-but when we took our vows, I thought-”

Thor clenches his fists, watching you struggle to overcome some emotion that he can’t see because you’re still facing away from him.

“I feel so stupid,” you gasp, and as your voice hitches, Thor realizes that you’re crying.

He rounds the island but you turn to look at him, throwing your arm out towards him, “No!”

He freezes, breathing labored as his stomach aches. His heart tears again, searing pain ripping at his chest.

It only feels worse as he gets a good look at your face, tears streaming down along your cheeks as despair washes over you.

“Don’t touch me,” you beg of him and Thor can’t believe you mean it.

You can’t mean it.

“The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to have a family of my own,” your words aren’t weak or stuttering now.

Your voice is strong and sure, the week of uncertainty having firmed your resolve.

What have I done?

“When you married me, when you accepted me as part of your house, I thought that I’d finally found that. Not just in you but in Loki and Hilde and Heimdall and the rest of our people. And in three seconds, you took that away from me.

“You abandoned me,” you declare and Thor can’t stay silent anymore.

“No! No, Y/N, I have not abandoned you. I’m here. I’m right here. I came for you. To take you home!”

“BUT YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT!”

Thor can see the frustration in you, the utter befuddlement you must have felt, the betrayal. There’s disappointment and fear but most of all there’s loss. You’ve lost something this week, and even though he doesn’t know what it is for sure, he can guess.

“You gave the thought a presence and you meant it. You would have left me!”

“No!” Thor protests, an anguished cry of his own sorrow. A refusal of your conclusions.

“That’s what I was coming to tell you today. I woke up with the firm belief that Jane was still with child and as soon as it was confirmed, I was going to come and tell you that even with her carrying my child, you are my Queen.

“Nothing could ever change that and the only life I can imagine living is one with you at my side.”

You’re already shaking your head in protest, already disbelieving him. Thor attempts to step closer but you renew your extended arm.

“No,” you tell him firmly, voice low and quiet with resentment. “I need you to stay away from me.”

“You want me to go?!” Thor asks in pained disbelief.

You keep shaking your head, not answering his question.

The silence in the kitchen is heavy and to Thor, it feels endless.

Too few mornings flash through his mind of you waking beside him to turn and recount your plans for the day, your hopes for your lives together. You’ve always wanted to talk to him. You’ve always wanted to be with him.

His touch has never been unwelcome even in the first days of your courtship.

Your eyes are still flooding over, lips trembling, chest rising and falling with the effort of your crying.

His own body is still. This is the lowest he’s ever felt and he’s not sure what moving will do to him.

The quiet is ripped apart by the slow build up of your kettle’s whistle, but you don’t move to take it off the heat.

“Should I leave, cherub?” Thor asks again, his deep voice weak with emotion at the very idea that you’ll tell him to go.

You reach up to wipe at your cheeks, fingertips sweeping new tears away from the edges of your eyes as more rush to replace them.

You reach over and take hold of your elbow.

You’re thinking about it. You’re actually thinking about whether he should leave.

“No,” you finally whisper, unable to say it any louder he guesses.

It probably goes against every instinct in your body to allow him to stay.

Because he needs something to do, because he can’t stand there and just watch you hate him, he turns around and goes back around the island so that he can go to the stove behind you and move the kettle.

Thor watches you follow him with your eyes as he moves then take a step away from him when he slides behind you to get to the stove.

You move to take your seat at the island and Thor pours the heated water into your teapot.

He places the lid on top, the clink of the ceramic loud in your silence.

Your shaking hands give him worry and he moves towards the small pantry to pull a tin of cookies you’d bought in New York during your honeymoon.

You’d gone on and on about how much you enjoyed them and now that memory feels like a lifetime ago.

A happier one.

He moves around the kitchen taking a large plate and loading it up with your cookies. He grabs the milk from the fridge and pulls the artificial sweetener from the far end of the island to move it closer to you.

He’s aware of your eyes on him still, watching his every move with a gaze to rival Heimdall’s. He doesn’t try to dress his actions up as anything other than what they are; concern.

He places your cup closer to you, fills it with tea, milk, and your sweetener. Once done, he moves back around to his side of the island and takes his seat once more.

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You’re almost angry enough to be petty. You almost want to take your tea and pour it out. Just to show him how much things aren’t okay.

The way he’d walked in here, brazen and as if he hadn’t attempted to take the only true family you’ve ever known and erase it...you can’t.

More because you need to relax, in fear of the little life growing inside you, you take the tea and take a sip.

Thor knows just how you like it.

He’s watching you, staring. He's full of self-loathing and what you'd once thought was love for you. Concern emanates off of him.

He reaches out, and for a moment you think he might take your hand.

You flinch, pulling both your hands onto your lap, but Thor’s hand only meets the edge of the plate of swedish dream cookies you’d bought on your honeymoon. 

He pushes it towards you, and your heart aches painfully. This agony is unbearable.

Your lip quivers again, unable to contain the sorrow of what your marriage is now facing. You know just as he does that you're at an impasse. Tonight things between you will change.

For the better? For worse?

Thor loves you. You can see that. You saw it the moment he showed up, smiling and so happy to see you that his electric blue eye was beaming.

It was that love that made you so angry. It’s why you shouted when you’d promised yourself that when he came, you wouldn’t raise your voice.

Heimdall had been nice enough to give you warning this morning that Thor would be coming today and that nothing would deter him from seeing you.

You’d been so angry when you’d gotten the call, but you’d talked to Dr. Wilson about staying calm and she'd pointed out that having all of these unresolved feelings would do the baby more harm than good.

While deciding to resolve this today, choosing to stay calm had failed dramatically.

“Please, love, eat something,” Thor begs. "You're shaking. I know you've eaten nothing all day."

How the hell can he tell?! Was Dr. Wilson spying for him?

Even she'd been unable to force more than a few bites of a sandwich into your stomach. You've been dreading this confrontation all day.

Now that it’s here, it's worse than you imagined.

You hate how much hearing the pain in his voice also hurts you. You don’t want to feel any kind of sympathy for him right now. After what he said…

You eat because you’re worried about the baby. Not because Thor is asking.

One cookie is enough to help your queasy stomach feel better, a sip of tea settles your frayed nerves.

You relax a little, the tension in your body partially gone.

Neither you nor Thor say anything for a while and you’re grateful for the silence. You need lots of time to think.

While you think, you eat.

Cookie after cookie as your stomach groans in relief of finally being fed. Not exactly nutritious but it's something.

Despite your body's reaction to the unexpected junk food, the revelation that Jane isn’t pregnant after all is the only thing that you can really focus on.

You'd know she would try something. Not this though. You'd expected a pass at Thor. You'd expected her to try and get him back and you'd been so sure about his feelings for you that you'd been sure nothing would happen.

You hadn't expected her to find a way to reach in and pull it all up by its roots.

Finally, Thor clears his throat. There's and eager shine to his eye now, curiosity needing answers. In this moment you realize that his mind is filled with something else. Something much happier to think about that while it does bring you joy, you can’t share in that joy with Thor yet. Not after everything.

“Is it true?” he asks, the corners of his lips curved and the set of his brow eager. He can't help it. “Are you really pregnant?”

You meet his gaze and reach up to wipe the last of your tears away.

“I’m about three months? A little over. It would have happened during our honeymoon.”

Your explanation brings a smile to his face and he’s so beautiful you find yourself hardening again in defense.

"Your Asgardian blood was making it difficult for my doctors to confirm the pregnancy. The first was negative. The second, inconclusive, but then negative. The third was also inconclusive but this one didn't change to negative so they tried some other things and it finally showed positive.

"They tested my blood over and over. It’s real."

This is what both of you have been wanting since before you were married. You’d wanted to give him an heir and he’d wanted one. You’d wanted to start a family and he’d been desperate for the same.

This is the moment the two of you have been dreaming of and now that it’s here, it’s nothing like you’d pictured.

The joy you’d felt on your trip to the war room to give him the news is lost on you now. Tainted.

“Are-are you not happy?”

“How can you ask me that?” you frown, hostile resentment tainting your features.

He deflates at your tone and you almost regret letting how you feel show so openly.

Almost.

Thor’s face pales and he looks down at the island, his own cup still empty.

Because you do feel bad, though you don’t regret letting him know how angry you are, you get up and pull a beer from the fridge.

Placing it in front of him, you take your seat again.

Thor’s face floods with hope.

"The only reason you're here is because Heimdall knew you'd come. He saw that you were decided and would stop at nothing to come here but if he hadn't given me the warning, you'd be standing outside on the porch banging on the door asking me to let you in. You need to know that.."

Even though the hope in his eyes had made you so angry just a moment ago, as it disappears, you feel a surge of grief.

"I don't understand," Thor begins softly, both hands reaching across the island towards yours wrapped securely around your tea cup. "Why are you so angry, cherub?"

He's not putting it together? Does he seriously not see how what he did is a problem?

"I've told you that Jane is not pregnant so there will be no child and even before I'd found out, I had made my choice to stay with you. These are good things, aren't they?"

The wonder in his voice is real. The agony of his confusion is real.

Somehow you need to make him understand.

You scoff, trying hard not to be cynical after the blow you've taken to your pride.

"Do you remember the day we got married?"

"Vividly," Thor nods and attempts a smile.

A quick stern glare from you settles him down.

"Do you remember welcoming me into your house? Do you have any idea what becoming a member of your family has meant to me?

"I have lived my life alone, Thor. I had no one. From the day my parents died to the moment I agreed to marry you, there was not a single person who I belonged to who also belonged to me.

"Marrying you gave me a home. It gave me people to call my own. It gave me a kingdom full of loving and loyal subjects.

"Marrying you took my loneliness and destroyed it. I had a brothers, sisters, and a husband who I thought loved me as one of his own. I thought you had accepted me as part of your family until the day I died."

You sigh, voice tight and always on the verge of breaking into tears.

"I have, cherub. You are my everything!" Thor’s interruption doesn't phase you this time.

You keep talking as if he'd said nothing.

"And when I've finally done it, when we've finally got what we wanted, you throw me away."

"No!" Thor rises and moves around the island towards you.

This time you don't stop him because nothing he says or does will change your mind. Nothing will fix this.

He sweeps you into his arms, pulling you close so that you have to look up at his face from your spot in your seat. His massive hands caress the sides of your face as his pleasant warmth chases away the horrible nightmares you’ve had all week.

But his arms, his touch, can’t chase away the break in your heart. It can’t fix the pain that feels etched into your veins. Your sinew is rewritten with the agony of his fleeting choice to leave you. Nothing will ever be the same.

“I didn’t throw you away, I was confused. I didn’t know what to do or what the best course of action was. I should have come to you. I should have told you about Jane and I should have consulted with you, my wife, my Queen before making any rash decisions.

“I know that I did wrong, but believe me when I tell you that I love you more than my own life. I can’t imagine my life without you, cherub. I’m sorry that I have caused you such distress. I am sorry that I made you think, even for one second, that I could make my way through this existence without you.

“I love you. And I am never letting you go.”

Your heart is unmoved. Even as he stares down at you with his eye clear and sure. The set of his jaw is firm, and his hands keep stroking your cheeks, temples, and scalp as you watch the fire in him fade.

Slowly, he realizes that the damage is done.

It takes him a long time. His body falls, shoulders slumping, arms not so tight around you, hands a little more gentle. It’s the set of his lips that tells you when he’s accepted it. That he’s broken you and your marriage and there is no repair here.

Not now.

“What will you do?” he asks, hands gliding down along the sides of your neck, shoulders, arms, and elbows where he finally lets go and moves back around the island to take his seat again, throwing himself down in defeat as his hand wraps around his beer.

“I’m still your wife, Thor,” you sigh, turning to look at your cup of tea. “I am still Queen of New Asgard. I’ll do my job as best as I can, from here.”

“Here?” he asks, shocked.

“I can’t go back to the palace. Not right away. I need...I meant it when I said that I needed a break.”

“From me?” Thor guesses, and you can see his heartbreaking.

“From us, yes.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “A few weeks? Months? Years?”

He looks more devastated the longer you speak.

“I don’t know how long it will take me to trust you again. When you told Loki that you’d get an annulment and make me out to be the problem by my not giving you any kids, you took any faith and confidence I had in us and your love for me and flushed it down the toilet.

“I can’t just pretend that didn’t happen. Even though we have nothing to worry about now, I can’t just forget the way I felt. I’m gonna need time.”

The war raging within Thor right now is painful to watch. You can safely assume that he’s almost refusing to go another day without you, much less weeks, months, or years. 

You can also see the regret he’s feeling. The anger. It passes quickly though, and Thor takes another long drink from his beer, draining the bottle before he sets it aside.

He reaches up to wipe at his fuzzy lips, his beard scratchy as he breathes in deeply.

He meets your gaze and nods, “I will give you whatever you need. I will send you a guard. I don’t want you here alone.”

You’re not about to oppose the protection. Not with the baby on the way.

“You should probably make the announcement of the baby. And give some excuse about me staying away. Our people deserve to know. They’ve been waiting too.”

“Mm.” Thor agrees. “What shall I tell the others?”

“Loki already knows. He’s known since I came here.”

“What?!”

“Hey, no!” you frown at him, anger tinging your words. “You can’t be angry at Loki for doing as I asked. I’ve been alone up here waiting to know whether you’re going to leave me or not. He only did what I needed.”

Thor’s anger passes through him in phases. In seconds, he’s calm again, but still breathing through flared nostrils.

“Why did you not tell me? If you’d told me sooner-”

“If I’d told you sooner then I wouldn’t know if you were with me because you love me or because the baby was finally coming. I didn’t want to live the rest of my life never knowing whether your sticking by me in this marriage is because I was finally having our kid. That’s not the kind of life that I want for myself.

“I’m not sorry that I didn’t tell you, Thor. Because even if I can’t trust you, at least I know whether you’d decided not to leave me before you knew I was pregnant.”

Thor’s face is full of sorrow. He’s coming to terms with everything as quickly as he can since you’re not giving him much choice. Are you wrong to put some distance between the two of you?

Should you forgive and forget?

Part of you, the part that loves the man you married, wants to reach out and touch his cheek. You want to tell him that you love him and that nothing will ever change that. You want to celebrate the future you have growing inside you and revel in the fact that Jane’s lie is over and move on with your lives.

The bigger part of you can’t trust his words. Can’t trust his touch. In a few moments, Thor had torn apart the truths of every caress and declaration that he’d made since you got married.

The bigger part of you knows that you can’t trust him. The bigger part of you knows that he could hurt you again. He might very well rip your heart in two for good the next time, and what kind of life can you have like that?

No. As much as your heart loves him, your brain is telling you to play this cautiously from here on out.

“I’ll come to any functions I need to. I’ll make sure I’m there on your arm. But don’t expect things to be the same between us Thor.”

He nods in defeat, “Can I fix this? Is there anything I might do to prove to you that my love is real?”

“It’s not a question of me not believing that you love me,” you explain, sighing lightly as you come to these realizations yourself as Thor makes you face the inevitabilities you’ve been avoiding all week.

You’ve tried hard to keep from pondering the future with or without him. Now that he’s asking, you can’t avoid it anymore.

“I know that you can’t put me before your throne. I know that your people have to come first. I’ve known that since I married you and when I talked to Loki and David about what happened they both told me what I already know.

“You have responsibilities to our people first and foremost and any choices, whether you want to make them or not, are made for them. I can never be first for you. I know that. My mind knows that. It’s honorable that you will always do right by your people.

“But my heart can’t accept that,” you’ve been trying to keep from crying again but as you admit your insecurity aloud, your heart clenches painfully drawing from your eyes a welling of tears. “Because I’ve fallen in love with you completely, Thor. I never knew that loving someone could be this terrifying and painful. Just the thought that you’d decided to make our marriage disappear as if it had never happened ripped me to pieces and I don’t know how to come back from that.”

You sob and Thor leans over the island to take your hand. You don’t pull away this time. You let him give you this small bit of comfort because you need it. Your heart, the fact that he wants to touch you, needs it.

“Even if it was only for a moment, you left me. I want to be first for you. I want to be the only thing that matters. And I can’t be. And I know that. Which makes me feel like such shit because I shouldn’t be asking you for this. I know that you can’t give it to me.

“It’s why Jane told you no. Along with her job, I know that it’s the reason that she couldn’t marry you. She knew that for you, she would always come second to New Asgard.

“I knew that too. When I agreed to marry you, I knew that you’d have to do things for them first. But I love you so much and I-it sucks that I know now if you have to choose between me or your people, you’ll choose your people.

“It’s right. You should. But it fucking sucks and it hurts too much.”

You’re full on crying now and Thor gets up, but you raise your hand to stop him. With a shake of your head he sits back down.

“So…” you sniffle. “What you can do for me is give me the distance I need to work through this. I need to come to terms with the fact that after our baby is born, I’ll be third. I need to just learn and accept that no matter how much you say you love me, you can never choose me.

“Can you give me that? Can you give me space?”

As you meet his gaze, his intense unrelenting stare, you can see him warring with himself. You can see the confusion and the indecision. You can see the agony of what you’re asking of him but somehow he manages to nod.

His own eye waters and after a second nod, his tears spill over to trail across his cheek and lose themselves in his beard.

“I’m sorry, cherub,” he grieves. “I never meant to hurt you like this.”

“I know that, Thor. But I have to find out how much of myself I can invest in our marriage. Because if loving you like this means I have to feel this kind of pain over and over again, I don’t think I can keep loving you. Not like this.”

Your words hurt him and you regret them, but you can’t take them back because they’re truth. You need to guard yourself and you aren’t going to apologize for putting yourself first when no one else in your life will.

The silence is never ending.

The two of you sit sniffling at the island for what feels like hours. Finally, your stomach rumbles loudly and Thor springs up from his seat to the fridge.

He starts pulling out an array of ingredients that you don’t pay too much mind to.

He fills the house with the smells of chicken, paprika, rosemary, lemon, and some other spices you can’t pick out. It makes your stomach growl more loudly and at least with his mind and hands busy making your dinner, he stops crying and that at least gives you a little bit of a break from the horror you’ve been feeling at causing him so much pain with your choice to distance yourself from him.

“Might I stay the night?” he checks, surprising you a bit by the question.

“On the couch,” you whisper, unable to speak any louder.

The idea of him sleeping in the same space but not next to you is unbearable, but somehow you find a way to deal.

His hand stutters over the pan but after a moment he goes back to cooking.

“The couch is fine,” he agrees. “Whatever you need, love.”

And even though his words tell you he’s fine, you know him well enough to recognize the depression in his stoic gaze.

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Give it time: ch2

A/N:

Some time ago I wrote this story about Loki seeing Steve flirt with you and getting jealous. It was fun to write it from Loki’s point of view. Here is what happened next, written from your point of view. While writing it I got the idea for another (and last!) chapter of the next day, written from Steve’s point of view. If you guys are interested. Hope you like it😉

Warnings:

Hurt/comfort 

Comforting Loki

He cried.

You had never seen Loki cry. Sometimes he would tear up and on a rare occasions a single tear would fall down his cheek. But now he was sobbing against your chest, holding you extremely tight. For a moment you feared he would forget that he could crush you like a bug, but after a while the sobbing died down a bit and his grip around you loosened. Able to move, you put a hand on his cheek. Loki averted your gaze and hid it in the crook of your neck.

‘Loki?’ you asked.

He didn’t react. You held him tighter and stroked his hair. Whispering in his ear that it was okay and everything would be all right. That you were here with him and you weren’t going anywhere. After a while Loki stopped crying, but didn’t try to move. He had drank a lot, not normal alcohol, Asgardian alcohol. Thor had warned you before the party that Loki might have one drink too many. It had been a while since he had any alcohol that could affect him. No wonder that he was emotional. And the whole situation with Steve didn’t help. You wished he would see that he had nothing to worry about.

‘Loki?’ you asked again.

Loki’s grip loosened more and he showed his face to you. His eyes were red and puffy, he looked heartbroken. And it broke your heart to see him like that. But you also were a bit relieved to see it. A relationship with Loki wasn’t always easy. He was very closed off and didn’t always show his emotions. The longer you were together, the more he started to relax and show you his true self.

‘It’s all right. Tell me what’s wrong’ you whispered to him.

Loki sat up right in the bed. You did the same and grabbed his hand. He let you hold his hand and squeezed in it.

‘Steve’ he said with a strained voice.

Not this again, you thought. The same argument the two of you had since the beginning of your relationship. Ever since Loki had learned that you and Steve had ‘history’ together, he became possessive and scared to lose you. It wasn’t even really history. When Steve woke up after being frozen you had helped him adjust to the modern world. The two of you had a strong bond and became inseparable. To help him with the new dating customs, the two of you went on a dinner date. After the date he walked you home and yes, the two of you kissed. You weren’t sure if it was because of the romantic setting, that you spend all your free time helping Steve, or that you actually like him. So, you were relieved when he came by the next day and told you that he didn’t know either.

Everything was new to him, Peggy was still alive and the loss of their possible future was something he hadn’t come to terms with yet. At that time, he needed a friend and the two of you decided that that’s what it was. Friends. After that you never talked about it and there were never any awkward moments. You actually had forgotten about it. When you started to date other guys, Steve was extremely supportive. Except when you started to date Loki. He thought you could do better. But after a few months of Steve seeing how happy you were with Loki, he let it go. He even tried to make an effort with Loki. Loki was wary of Steve at first, but that was just Loki being Loki. Unfortunately, Steve had told Loki about your ‘history’ before you and after that Loki couldn’t stand Steve. Loki insisted that Steve was interested in you, but you knew Steve better and that surely wasn’t the case.

‘Loki’ you sighed. ‘I told you time and time again, there is nothing happening. We don’t look at each other that way. You need to let this go. I swear we’re just friends’ you said.

Loki squeezed your hand tighter ‘It is’ he said. ‘I just passed him in the hallway, getting you your water. He flat out told me that he is interested in you’

‘What?’ you asked shocked.

‘He wants you, he told me’ Loki said.

‘That can’t be. You sure?’ you asked still shocked.

‘WHAT? Because the God of Lies is incapable of telling the truth?’ Loki snapped.

‘No! That’s not what I meant’ you quickly said. ‘But are you sure? What did he say? Maybe you.. you know.. misinterpreted it?’

‘He pretended to be worried about my state and said he thought he had to take you home. It told him that I will always take you home. He reacted by saying ‘Give it time’. I told you that he is madly in love with you. How can you not see it?’ Loki answered.

‘Maybe he meant that he would have if you had any more alcohol? Or that there will be a point in time where he takes me home, because you are on a mission or something?’ you tried to calm Loki down.

‘Are you SERIOUSLY defending him right now?’ Loki half yelled. He let go of you hand and looked angrily at you.

‘It’s just.. Steve is my best friend. And I don’t want to ruin that friendship, because you’re jealous at a stupid thing that happened years ago and meant nothing!’ you explained.

‘Don’t’ Loki said.

‘Don’t what?’ you asked.

‘Don’t act like I’m unreasonable or wrong here. I love you, but you are so naïve sometimes. He’s been shamelessly flirting with you, manipulating our fights, and manipulating me’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘So, don’t tell me that I misunderstood. Don’t try to justify his actions. My whole life people tell me that I misunderstood, that I’m out of line. I’m not!’ tears were starting to form in his eyes.

‘You mean because of your youth and competition with Thor?’ you asked. Thinking that maybe that was the real issue. Maybe he was projecting his feelings from then on some made up idea, because it is less painful.

‘I am referring to that, but this isn’t some made up idea. This is very real. I can’t believe you don’t believe or trust me in this’ he said.

‘Are you in my head?’ you asked.

‘Obviously’ he sarcastically said.

‘You know I hate it when you do that’ you snapped.

‘And I hate it when my girlfriend keeps hanging with her ex and is totally oblivious about his true intentions. Yet, here we are’ he snapped back.

There was a long silence. You were trying to find the right words. Loki’s face had gone blank and you had no idea what he was thinking, or is he was still in your head.

‘If it is really true that Steve has changed his mind and wants more than friendship, it doesn’t change the fact that I am with you. And that I love you. He can try all he wants, but I’m not leaving you. I have no interest in Steve that way. So, if you can’t trust him, trust me!’ you tried to convince him.

‘How can you promise me something like that. Maybe you change your mind after some time. I know being with me isn’t the easiest thing in the world and there is Captain America. The poster boy of goodness and everyone is falling for it. Steve isn’t always the gentlemen he advertises to be. I can’t believe that the only other person who sees that is Tony’ Loki ranted.

‘Because whenever I’m alone in bed and you’re on a mission, I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about you the whole day. Even tough you hide it, you care so much. Not just about me, but also Thor and the rest of the team’ you grabbed his hand and he didn’t pull away. You snuggled closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder. ‘You’re charming, funny and caring. And the day you decided to actively participate with the rest of the team was the day I fell hard for you. I love you, Loki, and I will always love you. That’s how I know I can promise you that’ you whispered to him.

Loki pulled you in his arms ‘I love you too. Please don’t leave me’

‘Never’ you said, snuggling closer against him. He laid down in the bed, still holding you close.

‘But I still feel uneasy about it’ Loki whispered.

You knew that this was not something that would go away in one night. ‘I’m not going to dump Steve as my friend, but I want you to be comfortable. So, I could talk to him tomorrow and keep my distance for a while, give us some time to figure something out. Maybe we can take some time off, go away for a weekend’ you said.

‘I would like that’ Loki said.

‘Now go to sleep, Lo. You feel better tomorrow I promise’ you said.

‘Maybe I should talk to Steve tomorrow?’ Loki said before you could fall asleep.

‘I think it’s better if I talk to him’ you said.

‘Honestly, I don’t think so. But if that’s what you truly want, we do it your way’ Loki mumbled. You kissed his chest and drifted off to sleep.

But if you knew how tomorrow would go, you would have done it his way.

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Odd One Out

Next Part

A/N: this may be a new series. I can’t decide yet. Also can’t decide if I want loki or bucky to be the main love interest so we will see how this goes

A/N: if I tag you and this isn’t your content please feel free to ignore! Thank you for whoever reads this 💛

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As much as you were grateful that you had been given a second chance, part of you sort of wished they had just taken you out. This was a whole new kind of torture.

Living in the avengers tower was basically a prison for you. You couldn’t leave unsupervised and almost no one trusted you. Stark put the ones he didn’t like in the same area. At the moment that included you, Bucky, and Loki.

You and Wanda had both been in the same program. Wanda had been there by choice but both of you ended up with similar powers. Both could manipulate energy, the biggest difference is she could tamper with memories and fears, whereas you could go completely invisible. No scanner of any kind could pick up on your presence not only that, but as long as you were touching the other person you could make at least one person invisible as well. You escaped before ultron.

Wanda had told the avengers about you after she went to get training. You didn’t side with either Tony or Cap when they disagreed about the accords. For some reason that made you more untrustworthy than the others. They were all hypocrites you thought. They all made mistakes they just chose who they wanted to forgive.

Bucky had it the best out of three of you because of Steve. But even he got tired of hanging around. Bucky hated the pity glares. Lucky for you three, the library was on your side of the compound. It made for a nice little getaway. You all found eachother in there more often than not.

The other avengers didn’t hide how close they were. They would often hold get togethers or events in the main room. Sometimes Steve would drag Bucky out for a minute but he would always sneak back to his room after like 10 minutes. Thor did the same with Loki. No one bothered to come get you. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Peter didn’t stay in the compound but he always made sure to say hi to all of you. Most of the avengers would cut him off when he started rambling, he liked that you seemed genuinely interested. And you were, he was a small ray of sunshine.

Loki saw him differently. He just appreciated Peters kindness. Thor was oblivious to his brother’s treatment, so Peter following Loki around and asking him to show him magic tricks brought out a smile that not many of the avengers saw. Bucky would feel out with Peter more often than not and made all of you laugh. It never lasted long enough. Tony was protective over Peter and would find something for him to do as soon as he would find him with one of us.

Bruce was kind enough when he saw you, but he was almost always with Tony. And Tony was the biggest advocate of locking all three of you up. Training was the worst part of the day. You actively plead to leave the tower because you hated using your gifts at all. You wouldn’t mind never being allowed to use them again. They’d put too much time into you at that point, and again, you were dangerous outside.

“Again.” Natasha ordered

“Yeah yeah.” You stood back up. Your whole body ached. If you actually used your powers they would not be so confident. They didn’t need to see what you could do. You barely expended any magic energy, the only one who knew how strong you were was Wanda. But she owed you for saving Pietro once so she said nothing. Didn’t stop her from using her powers on you. Her and strange were your usual “mentors.” You just bid your time until practice was over.

“L/N get back here. You need to be able to counter these attacks.”

“Practice is over. If I’m no use to you, you can always let me go.”

“Not my call.” Strange said, “otherwise I would take you up on that offer.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away. You threw yourself on your bed, but your little moment of peace was interrupted by Wanda.

“Y/n I can’t keep your secret forever. You need to fight back. I’ve seen what you can do. You powers are just as strong if not stronger than mine.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“Yes it is. We were exposed to the same stone. Your energy manipulation was always more controlled anyway, why don’t you show them?”

“Because I don’t want to. I’m waiting for them to get tired of me and kick me out.”

Wanda sighed and left your room. You covered your head with your pillow. You could feel someone standing in the doorway. “Go away.”

“You would really leave?”

You threw the pillow off your head and turned it towards your door. Loki didn’t pay visits. You really only talked in the library and it was always small talk. If you did leave you would miss him.

“Wouldn’t you?” You asked him.

“Don’t really have anywhere to go.”

You sat up way too quickly, ouch. Your body was still stiff from training “Yeah me neither. I’m just tired of being here.” He seemed a little hurt. “I don’t like being babysat.”

“Whoa is everything okay?” Great now Bucky was here too.

“Y/n was saying how she’d like to leave.”

Buckys eyes grew wide, “you won’t though right?”

“If I was going to I would have done it already. I just want to be able to leave this building without someone waiting for me to run away. You don’t have to worry about that because you both have friends here. So if you do go you can go with Steve or Sam or Natasha. Loki you can go with Thor and probably Bruce now.” You could see buckys jaw clenched but Loki looked to the ground he probably knew I was right.

“What happened to your arms?” You looked down, you hadn’t noticed the bruises that we’re beginning to form.

“Training.” You knew Loki had heard the conversation between you and Wanda. His lips formed a tight line but he didn’t say anything.

“Why? The ability they use the most is your invisibility, right?”

“You tell them that.” You softened when you saw how concerned the two looked, “I’m really fine. But I am tired and I desperately need a shower so…” you waved your hands and closed the door. You threw yourself back on the bed. Your people skills were terrible but to be fair so were theirs. You didn’t really have much time to relax. The alarm bell rang shortly after your shower, which meant there was another mission that had to be done. You sighed and went to the main room. You stood next Bucky, you saw Loki next to Thor and he offered you a small smirk that you returned.

“We need to collect some intel from a new hydra base we discovered.” Steve started

You felt Bucky tense up, you nudged him to let him know you were there and you felt him exhale. I’m sure the many pairs of eyes watching him didn’t help. You felt Loki’s eyes on you.

“Vision and Bruce are going to disable some kind of weapon. I’m going to need to go in undetected to collect some data.” The way Tony said that meant you were going to have to go. Dammit.

“Can’t Strange just portal you there?”

“Strange and some others are going to be on standby in case this is a setup. Do we have a problem?” Steve asked you

You scoffed, “When do we leave?”

You went to change for tonight, working with Tony would not be fun. You had five minutes before you had to go meet everyone. You hid out in your room before you had to leave. Your thought were distracted by a knock on the door. You opened it with your power. You still had barely any energy from before.

“Hey Buck, what’s up?”

“You going to be okay with Stark?”

“Yeah. A missions a mission. Are you okay?”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Been better. Guess I’m getting babysat today. Even Loki is going with strange and Thor.”

“Wow, that’s new.”

“I think Thor pulled some strings. Stark trusts Strange to keep him in check.”

“Ugh. Of course he does.”

“Be careful out there, okay?”

“I’ll sure try.” He smiled and walked with you to meet up with your team. You saw Loki going with Strange. He seemed nervous. You pulled him aside before he left with Thor.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t usually go on these.”

“You’ll do great. Just stay out of trouble.”

This brought a smile to his face, “I’ll do my best but it’s not as fun that way.” He winked and went off with Thor. Clint would be piloting his jet. Natasha would be in charge of ours.

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You got dropped off as close as they could get you. Then it was your turn to cloak you and Tony. You grabbed his arm.

“Hey just so you know I am taken.”

You rolled your eyes

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“Got somewhere to be?” Yeah away from you, you thought to yourself. You just gestured for him to start showing you where to go. He sighed and led the way through the maze of a building. Walking around the guards wasn’t an issue, but the control room was filled people all armed.

“Hey Nat. Think you can give us a distraction?” You heard say on it on comms. Suddenly the alarms went off. You could hear the people inside clamoring about how there was nothing on the cameras. Almost everyone left the room.

“How do you plan on taking care of those guys?” You asked him there was still at least 5 or 6 armed people in there and if he called on his suit I wouldn’t be able to hide him. They seemed to be downloading something.

“We improvise.” He shook me off of him

“Stark wait!” He put his suit on, but almost as soon it was on it began malfunctioning. You heard the jet land a little too abruptly. “Nat what’s going on?”

Static. Of course. That’s what they were doing they were getting all of their data on a drive.

“We need to get that drive.”

You knew what you needed to do but that meant no more hiding. This better be worth it.

You pushed passed and began throwing the soldiers with your powers. You saw someone try and shoot in starks direction and pulled the gun out of his hand with your mind. That distracted you as one of the other ones began shooting randomly. They still couldn’t see you. You realize neither could Stark. You finished neutralizing the room all that was left was the scientist.

You revealed yourself, “hurry up and get the drive or whatever it is you need. We need to go.”

For once Tony Stark was speechless. He snapped out of it quickly, the scientist was so freaked out he handed us everything. We went invisible again and left. The rest of the group was waiting where they had originally dropped us off.

“Well…nice of you to show up.” Natasha said once they could see us.

“Are we getting backup or not?” You asked. You were done being out and you didn’t want to deal with Tony’s debrief.

“Vision flew out once comms went down and tried to get in contact with the others. They should be here any second.”

The good news was that you did see a jet try and land. The bad news was that it was where Natasha had originally been hidden so we had a ways to go. We made it about half way before we ran into more trouble. Stark was still basically useless and Nat ran out of ammo quickly. That left hulk, you and vision. It wasn’t too bad until one of the last guys threw some kind of bomb your way. The blast knocked everyone back into the trees. You felt something sharp on your side. When you looked up you saw a huge jet, not stranges, shooting in your general area. The attackers fled but it was clear to your team those bullets would have done nothing. Loki.

You wondered how much energy that must have taken him to conjure up that strong of a visual. A portal opened up next to you and Thor and strange began yelling at your group to get in. You didn’t need to be told twice. Clint wasted no time getting you all out of there.

Loki was sitting on the floor visibly exhausted. You couldn’t be more proud of him. He deserved a win.

“Nice job Loki. Glad you were on our side this time.” Natasha said and sat down next to Clint near the front. There was a chorus of praise. Tony went up to the front with Vision and Strange. Thor and Bruce began talking about who knows what. Loki came and sat down next you.

“I know you’ve heard this since we got back, but you really did a great job. That must have taken a lot, are you okay?”

He just smiled at you. His smile quickly faded when he noticed your hand still pressed to your side. “What happened?”

“Keep your voice down. It’s fine. I have to wait till we get back anyway.”

“Y/n you’re sweating and you look pale. let me see it.”

To be honest you didn’t want to see it. You had avoided looking at it all. You could some blood leaking through your clothes and you knew it would not be fun to get cleaned up. You hated seeing your own blood. Others? Fine you can help, but your blood? It made you want to pass out.

“I’d really rather not.”

“I’m not asking.”

You sighed. There was no avoiding it now. You winced as you lifted your hand off your shirt. You avoided looking at it. You could feel there was probably some debris left in there.

“Don’t move.” He left towards Bruce and his brother.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You mumbled to yourself. You were starting to get light headed. Suddenly loki was at your side again, and Bruce was kneeling in front of you.

“Y/n why didn’t you say something?” Bruce asked as he carefully lifted your shirt up to get a better look.

“I was a little busy trying to get on this jet and not die.” He touched near your wound and you won’t lie it hurt. A moan escaped your lips.

“Strange! Any chance you could portal us to the tower?” Bruce tried to ask calmly

The rest of them finally seemed to remember you were there. Strange said the distance would still take him a few minutes but to hold on. Stark got back to his usual snarky self.

“What? You don’t think this is something you should tell the team or are you going to hide everything about yourself?”

“Save it for another time.” Loki voice was sharper than you’d ever heard it before. You were getting really tired. “Y/n stay awake, alright.”

You nodded but rested you head on his shoulder. You were getting really really tired. Bruce tried asking you questions but to be honest you weren’t really hearing him. You let sleep win.

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You woke up in the med bay. It smelled like antiseptic in here, ew. You didn’t even have a chance to turn around before you Bucky started giving you instructions.

“Just take it slow, okay?” He began trying to help you sit up.

“Ungh, how long have I been out?”

“About 6 hours.”

You looked at him, “six hours? Was it that bad?”

“Not as bad as it could have been. I thought you were going to be careful.”

“I said I would try. Ugh I need to shower, I need to get these clothes off me.” Thank god they just bandaged you up. “Wait. What are you doing here?”

“Well, Loki carried you in here and he was freaking out. Eventually Thor had to drag him out because he kept telling the doctor to make sure she did a good job. I told him I’d wait till you woke up.”

“Sorry. You didn’t have to worry about me.”

“Y/n the three of us are pretty much each others only friends. Stop.” This was true you would have done the same for either of them. You took his hand to help you stand up. You stubbornly refuse any more help to your room.

“Thanks for watching for me Bucky. I’ll head down to the library once I’m all cleaned up.” He frowned for a half second too long. “What is it now?”

“Stark is going to want to talk to you. Apparently your secrets out?”

You groaned, of course he was going to talk to you about it. “Alright. I’ll go see him after.”

“They’re going to be in the debrief room.”

“They?”

“Steve wants to talk with you too.”

Another groan, “great. I’ll be there soon.”

You were the last one in the debrief room, which meant you were going to stand while captain America gave you a whole speech about the “team” and “family.”

“Glad you decided to join us.” Tony started.

“Not like I have a choice do I?”

“Y/n you’ve been hiding your abilities from the team.” There’s one word “we’re all supposed to be a family here and—“ there’s the other one. God it took all of two seconds. You were so sick it

“Let me stop you right there captain america. Let’s skip to the part where you tell me what I need to do or how I’m going to be punished. I really don’t care about the filler.” You saw clints mouth drop. Sam looked like I just kicked his puppy. Bruce was suddenly very interested in his shoes. And the rest of the others had a mix of reactions. Loki grew a smirk on his face while Bucky just covered his face with his hand.

“I’m sorry?”

“Look. You guys have been ignoring me unless a mission comes up. Fine whatever. Don’t act like we’re all so close. Last I checked I did nothing wrong, I didn’t need to use my powers until this last time. Are we done here?”

Tony opened his mouth but you cut him off.

“Great.” You turned around and went back to your room. You realized you hadn’t eaten in almost a day. You debated going back out there but you’d rather stay in your room honestly. Knocking. Again? What do they want? You stood up to open the door this time, why? You didn’t know. Your whole body was battered, if there was ever a time to use your abilities it would be now. You threw it open to find Loki.

“You know for someone who can turn invisible, you really know how to command a room.”

You sighed, “yeah, not my best moment. Want to come in?”

He just stepped inside, “you really should eat something by the way.” He said before conjuring up an apple and water.

“You’re a saint.” You said as you grabbed both

“I’m pretty sure everyone in the building would disagree, including myself. I’ll sneak you more food later. There’s a lot of people hanging around out there.”

“This is fine, Loki. Thank you.”. You sat on your bed a patted the spot next to you. “So what brings you to my little hiding spot.” You asked as he sat down

“I enjoy your company. Also Thor is freaking out about what you said and he’s hovering.” You both laughed at that, “this isn’t much of a hiding spot.”

“No, but it seems that no one besides you and Buck ever find me. So it counts.” You held the apple he brought out, “I don’t suppose you have one of your knives I could cut this with.”

He chuckled and used his magic to slice it instead, when you held out one of the slices to him he refused “no, you should eat.”

Unfortunately your stomach agreed with him. “So what happened after I left?”

“Mm not too sure. They all started freaking out because there’s no way they would do that,” he said sarcastically, “then Thor and Bruce started asking me questions and I flashed out of there. Now I’m here.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, it was entertaining.”

“I wonder how our other counterpart is doing?”

“I’m sure he got out as soon as he could.” As if on cue your door swung open again and Bucky ran in.

“Shit wrong room.”

“You okay?”

“Steve and Sam are looking for me.I just got out of the library.”

You laughed, “come here quick.” You grabbed his and Loki’s hands right as Steve knocked on your door. When you didn’t respond he opened to what he thought was an empty room. As soon as you were all clear you burst out laughing

“Well I think you guys are safe for now.”

“Yeah thanks for that.” He brow furrowed for a bit, “sorry if I interrupted something.”

“We were just hanging out. Loki came to hide here too.”

“True. I suppose you want us to leave you alone now?” Loki asked

“I don’t mind the company. Do you guys want to watch a movie?” Both men looked really confused, “do either of you watch movies?”

“Can’t say I really do, doll.”

“Never really been asked.” Loki said quietly

You squeezed his hand, “well. Now I’m asking. But my idea so I get to pick.”

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Mirrorball // I

A/N: there will be a part two!! dont worry!!

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Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Reader hides her insecurity under a guise of unwavering happiness, but Loki ends up finding out the truth. Meanwhile, Loki struggles with feeling worthy of love.

Warnings: suicidal ideation, insecurity, misunderstandings, angst

Loki wasn’t sure why you lived with the Avengers. Sure, you were one hell of a good cook, and you bartended at Tony’s numerous parties, but surely you could do that while having a place of your own. Normally, Loki wouldn’t have given a second thought to where somebody chose to reside--even if he couldn’t understand people’s willingness to be anywhere near Stark--but you were driving him insane.

When Loki had first arrived at the tower, it had been a cruel and unusual punishment. House arrest at the very place that he suffered a humiliating defeat, with the very heroes that had defeated him. Of course, not many people were very welcoming. He was permitted to roam about the tower as long as he stayed on good behavior, but that didn’t mean all residents were alright with it. 

Stark was the easiest to deal with; his jokes and quips about Loki’s unfortunate ventures to rule, well, anything stung, but the malice behind them faded with every passing day. After all, it had been a long time since New York. Banner and Wanda were another story. They treated him politely enough, but the fear behind their eyes whenever he passed by made something rotten stir in his gut. No matter how much he attempted to redeem himself, people still saw him as evil. A villain.

It seemed as if Steve and Thor were the only ones glad to have him there. The Captain’s open arms had come as a surprise, but Loki was intuitive, and very quickly realized that Steve saw him in the same light as he did the Winter Soldier, Bucky. And in a way, Loki could see the similarities. They had both done awful things--albeit under far different circumstances--and were now working on gaining the trust of the ones kind enough to give them a second chance.

So Loki found himself seeking out Bucky’s company far more often than any of his other acquaintances. It was a strange sort of companionship, but it worked; Bucky usually opted to listen instead of speak, giving Loki the opportunity to ramble on about whatever grievances he held that week. There were usually a lot, and Bucky was the only one who didn’t offer him useless advice. He simply nodded along, fixing Loki with that thousand yard stare until he had finished.

And then, of course, there was you. All smiles and playful energy, with a raunchy sense of humor and a sharp tongue. You were much smaller than him, in terms of height and stature, but he often felt dwarfed when you were in the room. You just took up so much space with that reckless attitude and need for everyone in the room to be laughing. In an odd sort of way, you reminded him of a clown. Not because you were goofy, or funny looking, no. You just...made people smile, held their attention and made it your dying goal to be there for entertainment. 

The first time Loki had seen you, he was quick to notice your easy beauty. It was rare that he found a Midgardian woman to be attractive, but he couldn’t deny that something about you just appealed to him. You weren’t a supermodel, nor were you drop-dead gorgeous in terms of Midgardian standards, but you had a very real-life grace. You didn’t look like those dolled up actresses he often saw on the television, you looked more natural, something that instantly caught Loki’s eye.

He had been reading quietly in the common room of the Stark Tower, having been forced out of his room by Thor to “at least be present, brother.” The other Avengers droned on about petty events while he attempted to tune them out. And then you stormed in, bringing a sense of excitement to the room with your very aura.

You greeted each person individually, making sure no hero was left out, until your eyes settled on him. Loki felt a heat rise in his cheeks under your intense gaze, and shifted uncomfortably. He brushed off the feeling as it simply had been a while since he had spoken to an attractive woman, not wanting to admit to himself the effect your presence had on him.

“New guy, Loki, psycho murderer,” you rattled off, still staring him down. Loki felt as if you were a cat, and he was the poor mouse that you had selected as your new plaything. “Which do you prefer?”

That caught him off guard. While he was still somewhat unfamiliar with Midgard’s social customs, he was at least sure that this was not a normal way to greet a stranger. That, and the disrespect warred with what he was used to: women on Asgard bowing to him, treating him with the dignity that a prince deserved. Despite the surprise, Loki’s aloof outer demeanor was not shaken, and he let the strangeness of it all roll off his back as he replied, “How about ‘God of Mischief?’ Or, if that is a bit too wordy, I would be open to ‘King Loki.’”

 Your eyes lit up, and Loki found himself having to fight back a smile. His unconscious reaction left him feeling confused and slightly frustrated. Why was this mortal girl sending his emotions in a whirl? Loki scrambled for some sort of reasoning that didn’t have him looking pathetic, and settled on the idea that it had been a while since he had bed a woman, and you were particularly attractive. It only made sense that his body would react in ways that he had not expected.

Lost in his head, Loki barely noticed you were speaking again. “I like this one!” You said, clearly excited that he had matched your banter with ease. “New best friend acquired.”

Once again, you had left Loki reeling. Best friend? He wasn’t sure if he had ever had one of those before, and certainly not with someone he had just met. In fact, he wasn’t entirely positive that he even wanted one. Especially in the form of some over-enthusiastic mortal. Before he could protest, you plopped yourself down next to him on the couch. It wasn’t a very big piece of furniture, so when you settled into your seat, you were only a couple inches away from touching Loki. 

He could feel the heat radiating off of your body, and once again, his heart fluttered. The urge to lean into you overwhelmed him, and Loki furrowed his eyebrows. God, had it really been that long since he had been with someone? The frustration at his stupid body for its stupid needs grew, and Loki made up his mind then and there. He would court you, then fuck you, and get over this silly little infatuation. With your earlier outburst at wanting to befriend him, Loki figured that it would be a breeze. With his silvertongue and charming good looks, he would have you squirming under him in no time. Easy.

But, of course, nothing was ever easy for Loki. You had managed to prove him quite wrong over the next few weeks. Your obliviousness to flirting was quite impressive, Loki found, despite even his most direct attempts. Every advance he made was thwarted by complete, and utter ignorance, coupled with the fact that you had probably not taken a single thing seriously in your entire life. 

Loki would compliment you, and you’d grin wolfishly and twist it to make his words sound insulting, then cackling madly. And then was the time he “joked,” about getting you into his bed, to which you burst into a fit of giggles and said, “No way! I don’t want to be the other woman to Bucky!”

Loki had recoiled in bewilderment, and decided that enough was enough. Obviously you weren’t worth the effort, considering you never actually listened to anything he said. He’d just have to find someone who was capable of holding a conversation without turning something into a joke.

But...he couldn’t deny that he was constantly having to fight back a laugh at your remarks, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that you were annoying, not funny. And even when he had abandoned his plot to seduce you, Loki found himself gravitating towards you. Truth be told, he knew how to be direct, to really get what he wanted, but every time he worked up the courage to just lean in and kiss you...something stopped him. Deep down, he knew that if you actually rejected him, then the game would be over, and something about that just seemed devastating to Loki. So he continued with cat and mouse, letting you deflect his advances time after time, because at least you weren’t actually saying no.

He’d wander in the kitchen while you were cooking, sit down to watch your favorite shows and movies, and had even taken to sitting on the roof with you late at night when neither of you could sleep. Loki couldn’t avoid it anymore. It wasn't a simple attraction that he felt, it was adoration. You, a mortal of all creatures, had captured his interest. Maybe it was your wit. Maybe it was your unshakable happiness, the ability to keep everyone’s spirits up in any situation. Maybe it was the crushing need to protect you, to protect that pure soul from the viciousness of the universe. Whatever it was, you had actually ended up as Loki’s best friend. And somewhere along the line, he had fallen in love.

You sat in the living room alone, knees curled up to your chest on the couch. The four walls of your room had felt confining, like a prison cell that kept getting smaller. Your usual place of refuge would be the roof. But you didn’t dare venture up there like this. With your luck, Loki would find you there, and you weren’t sure if you had the strength to keep up your carefree persona.

Loki had never seen you upset before, never seen you weak. No one had, if you were honest. You fought hard to keep a smile plastered on your cheeks to keep up the appearance of a girl who never faltered with her high spirits. In a way, it wasn’t entirely fake. Joking around and being joyous was your real personality, but it was also a defense mechanism. If you never took anything seriously, nothing would ever hurt. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. The anxiety that wrecked your brain stayed constant, though, making your life a constant war with your own mind.

Your friendship with Loki was a fragile one, or at least it felt that way. You often felt as if you were walking on eggshells; every word that came out of your mouth risked driving him away. He had seemed to enjoy your wild and snarky personality when you first met him, so you didn’t dare try to be anything else. You were afraid that he would lose all interest when he discovered that you were just as fragile as all mortals were.

It was risky having your breakdown out in one of the main rooms, but the risk was better than dealing with the claustrophobia of your lonely bedroom. Besides, it wasn’t like you were going to sleep anyway. Better to just wait for daylight where you could at least feel some modicum of safety.

In your misery, you had forgotten that Loki was not an easy being to hide from. You were pretty sure that it was damn near impossible, actually. He seemed to...sense...your emotions, when you were in distress. And though you never showed it, kept that unwavering smile plastered across your face, he always appeared when you needed a friend to sit with. Tonight was no different.

Like a shadow, Loki emerged from the hallway in front of you, piercing eyes quickly landing on your curled up form in the darkness. He raised an eyebrow at you when you refused to even acknowledge him. “Dear, would you like to go up to the roof? Away from prying ears?” He offered.

You shook your head, and shrunk further into yourself when he crossed the room to sit next to you. Loki looked a little uneasy, as it was rare that you were silent. Usually, he had to fight to get a word in when you were on a tangent. Not that he minded too much. Though he liked to talk, he held a certain fondness for listening to you.

Loki tried again to engage you. “Why not? I know it’s a bit chilly tonight, but you’ve never minded that before."

It was clear that the god wasn’t going away until you gave him some kind of response, so you gritted your teeth and lied. “Sorry, bud. I just feel sick, that’s all.” You forced a laugh, but it sounded strained. “I’d rather stay close to the bathroom. I’m not sure Tony would be too excited if I puked on his roof.”

Blue eyes stared into yours, and you could literally feel Loki not believing you. Of course the God of Mischief would be able to spot a lie from a mile away. Still, he didn’t push the subject, something that you were grateful for. “Alright,” he said, leaning back into the couch. “Would you like me to sit with you?”

Fuck, you didn’t want to have to reject his company a second time, but you really needed to be alone right now. Loki seeing you have a meltdown would be the last straw, and you’d just end up throwing yourself off of the Stark Tower. No, it was better this way. “That’s okay, you get some rest. I’m not gonna keep you up for something so small.” You still hadn’t looked up, afraid that Loki would see the glimmer of tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. “Besides, you need your beauty sleep,” you tried to tease, but your voice came out flat and dull.

Loki thought for a second, then sighed. “As your king, I override your decision. I will be staying here until you’re feeling well enough to sleep.” He waited expectantly, obviously ready for you to make some bratty quip about not being one of his subjects, but it never came. You just didn’t have it in you.

Now that Loki had fully sunk down on the couch, his body was only inches from yours. You wanted so badly to lean into the heat of his side, to bury your face in the crook of his neck and let him cuddle your fears away. Instead of following your instincts, you squashed the daydream like a pesky bug. Nothing about Loki indicated that he was the cuddling type. Hell, he’d never so much as hugged you. He probably wasn’t a big fan of physical touch.

Deep breaths, you told yourself. Just keep it together until you’re on your own. That’s when you stiffened. Loki had stretched a long arm around you, and was looking at you intently to gauge your reaction.

“Is this okay? Humans are very social creatures, touch can help provide some comfort if you’re feeling ill.”

Loki’s scientific approach to the entire situation almost made you break out into laughter. Almost. Regardless, it was too hard to resist when you had such an open invitation. You scooted closer to the god and leaned against him, letting Loki hold you tight.

Before you could even try to stop yourself, you had burst into sobs. Something about being held had just broken the dam, and you were weeping uncontrollably into Loki’s shirt, sputtering out apologies all the while.

Loki shushed you and held you tighter, and you could’ve sworn that you felt an aura of possessiveness in his embrace. “It’s okay,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m here to help.”

You didn’t know how long you cried for, but when you were finally able to rein in the tears, you were horrified. Loki’s shirt was soaked with snot and tears, and your face was most definitely swollen and blotchy with red spots. And, worst of all, you had just proven to him that you were weak, and not worth his time. This was a disaster. 

Loki, hearing your sniffling come to a stop, pulled away to look at you, and bit his lip nervously before beginning to speak. “There’s something I must confess to you. Seeing you now, trusting me with your vulnerability-”

You cut him off by jumping up from your seat, knocking his arms away from you. Like hell you were going to listen to the rest of his rejection. You already knew what he was going to say. That you were weak, that he no longer wanted anything to do with you. “Listen, Loki,” you snarled, unable to mask the pain in your voice. “You don’t have to say it, I get it. I’m gonna go to bed, you don’t have to hang out with me anymore,” you said, rushing to get the words out before you died from humiliation.

Loki watched in bewilderment, his words of affection dying on his lips and you turned tail and ran out of the room. Rejected? By a mortal? He had never known such embarrassment. And you hadn’t even had the good graces to let him finish. His heart began to darken with rage and shame. Of course you ran away, of course you didn’t want to be with someone like him. No one did, he should be used to this kind of treatment by now. How foolish of him to think that you would be any different.

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Magic, Mayhem, and All Things In Between

Chapter 3: Background of the Study

[A/N: finally some y/n and loki development. soft loki moments. i am once again back with the self-indulgent fic and i hope you enjoy :’)]

other chapters can be found here

Weeks had passed since you had accepted Mr. Stark’s small favor. Weeks had passed since you began spending the majority of your time with the Asgardian brothers and dear Uncle Bruce. Though the days were filled with chatter, the late nights in the lab were quite the opposite. With only the low hum of machines to keep you company, you realized how lonely it can be. It was unlike the times you spent in the hospital, where you’d be surrounded by fellow doctors, nurses, and patients even at the dead of night. Despite how these late night duties meshed with early mornings, dulling your own sense of time, you didn’t mind it because of the company that you had. Research work, on the other hand, was a different story. Despite your years of experience, the burnout and loneliness that accompanied research work slowly made its way to the deepest parts of your brain.

“Hey,” a voice said as a hand waved in front of you, snapping you out of the trance you were in. It was Loki. “Are you okay, pet? You look rather dead.” The God held up a cup of freshly brewed coffee and passed it on to you.

“I’m fine,” came your quick reply as you received the cup from him, your hands nudging his slightly, “thank you for the coffee by the way.” You gave Loki a weak smile before beginning to sip from the warm cup of comfort that was given to you.

The lack of reaction was unusual. How many times has Loki seen you flustered with just the tiniest forms of physical touch? Probably every single time. Confused, he grabbed a chair and set it down beside you. “Are all you Midgardians always so dishonest about what you feel?” There was that usual bite in his manner of speaking. Though, no matter how hard he tried to hide it in his cold demeanor, he could feel the concern dripping from the words he uttered; the loneliness he saw in your eyes hit too close to home. Did he get too close? Maybe showing that he cared was a mistake.

Keeping your eyes on the warm mug, you hummed in reply, refusing to answer a clear yes. Your eyes glanced up at the God beside you, longing to understand why he’d even bother. Clearly, you were oblivious to any form of care or concern Loki has shown. It wasn’t as if you had your guard up, rather you were quite unfamiliar with the intimacies of talking about your own feelings. Although the question he asked was clearly rhetorical, you still wondered: Do Asgardians not repress their own feelings to prevent them from getting distracted from things that truly matter?

Green orbs stared at yours, noticing the ever darkening bags under your eyes. “I was just concerned,” Loki began, voice softening. The God looked away and focused on the variety of glassware set up on the table adjacent to them, “it has been a while since you’ve left the laboratory. You didn’t even sneak out to the medical wing for a little breather.”

You raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief. How could he have noticed all that? How could he have cared at all? After all, you were just a lowly Midgardian, as he put it, and he was a God, a deity, someone with power and importance. “How did you-”

“It pains me that you put me on the same level as them, little doctor,” the God interjected as he faced you once more, “out of all the weeks we’ve spent in this laboratory, you really believed I wouldn’t have noticed.” He noticed the closeness of your proximity; his form inches away from yours, yet your mind was elsewhere. 

“In my defense, everyone else I’ve met in this tower described you as a narcissistic asshole and a war criminal,” you shrugged, “so, naturally, I didn't think you would care at all about my well-being.” You took a sip from your cup, and indulged in the buzz the caffeine began to give you. “But I don’t think you’re as bad as they make you out to be. They just didn’t think of the whole story. Just took out a portion of it. It was unfair - what they did to you. It felt as if you always had the short end of the stick.”

Silence. 

Now, it was your turn to shock your Asgardian companion. Being on the other end of empathy was foreign to Loki as everyone treated him quite harshly. He grew up in the shadow of Thor, the more loveable sibling, and, as much as he wanted to show off his capabilities, that he was just as worthy as Thor, Loki was left in the darkness, to wallow in promises unkept, to wallow in dreams broken, to wallow in his own great tragedy. 

Eyes feeling heavy, You turned your head towards Loki, waiting for a response; though you were a naturally perceptive person, the look on his face was filled with emotions you couldn’t make out. Was he mad? Did you say too much? That analysis was unwarranted, of course he’d be mad. Embarrassed, you looked down on your cup of coffee once more, “I apologize if I said anything out of line. There are just too many things in my mind right now. I don’t think I was able to filter my thoughts very well.”

“Pray tell, dear doctor. What are you thinking of?” Loki replied, deciding to change the course of their conversation. With brows slightly raised and his gaze set at your exhausted form, you felt the God studying you, attempting to break down the essence of what makes the little physician tick. 

Deciding to be a smartass, you replied, “like I said, many things.” You set down your cup of coffee on the table and crossed your arms. “Why do you ask, Loki? These past few weeks you’ve been awfully helpful to the point that Uncle says it’s weird and unlikely for you to do that just for a human. I appreciate it though, but I just don’t see why you should go out of your way to listen to me.”

“Your words wound me, doctor,” Loki chuckled, emerald eyes piercing yours, “can I not be concerned? I see years worth of loneliness and unfulfilled expectations in your eyes to the point that you can’t even deny it. I’m sure you understand what isolation and over independence can do.” Your eyes softened, glistening under the incandescent lights. You were cracking slowly, and the God knew this. He knew what you were seeking: comfort, validation, a shoulder to cry on. It was clear as day.

“Well, I could see all the walls you’ve built. You know everything about everybody, but barely anyone knows anything about you,” you attempted to reply proudly; however, your words were breathy, already beginning to shake. So much for an attempted bark. Embarrassed, you looked away defensively, not taking another moment under his perceptive gaze. It felt as if all the skeletons you’ve kept inside your closet were being showcased all of a sudden, and you hated every second of it. Your stomach churned as your defenses slowly came undone; it wouldn’t take a while now for you to start oversharing, possibly even crying your eyes out. His hand tenderly reached out to the edge of your chin and tilted it towards him. It was warm, soothing. Comforting.

“I could say the same to you, darling. You act as if you don’t build walls around you, yet you keep everyone else at arms reach. I know what loneliness and distrust does to people, and I also know that you shouldn’t hold yourself accountable for all these expectations.” There was a slight pang in Loki’s chest as he said all these truths. He too bore wounds invisible to the eye. He too carried scars from the past. These emotions were far too familiar to the raven-haired God much like old friends, and he was afraid that, by reading these off your face, he’d become attached somehow, mended together by a mutual understanding of each other’s pain. What would become of his plan then? His glorious purpose?

Looking up to him, you realized how small you were, how fragile, how easy it was for him to see through your façade. It was oddly nice to have someone who had a grasp on your inner demons, albeit without consent. You felt a connection in the making.

 Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to trust him.

 *

Days have passed since the God of Mischief and the doctor have shared a portion of the thoughts they hid away in the darkest parts of their head. It was needless to say that the two now had an unspoken connection, a commiseration of loneliness, self-doubt, and crushing expectations. Often, they’d find their gazes focused on one another, with smiles shared and laughter exchanged. Other times, a helping hand would linger longer than usual atop the other’s. A gentle squeeze or the light encircling of one’s thumb, a sign of care and concern; these gestures only happened when the two were alone, knowing that dear Uncle Bruce would be highly against it. However, it wouldn’t be long before the others noticed.

You were grateful that today was a relatively slow day in the laboratory. Majority of the specimens that were scheduled for today’s tests were finished earlier than usual along with the case presentations and progress reports Mr. Stark had asked you to make. Though it seemed like such a small feat, you took it positively; today, you could finally take a breather. You hummed happily as you began arranging the mountain of paperwork around the main table.

Upon reaching for the next pile of papers, a familiar hand laid atop of yours. You smiled and looked at your raven-haired companion, admiring the way his tousled locks framed his oh-so ethereal face. 

“Do you need help, my dear doctor?” Loki asked as his thumb drew circles on your hand. Though his silvery voice tugged at your heartstrings as they always did, your cheeks were slightly tinged a light shade of red at mention of the pet name. The God never called you his doctor before.

“I can manage,” you replied as you turned your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You kept your gaze on your hands intertwined with his, the way they fit together so perfectly. “It’s surprisingly not as busy today.”

Loki leaned down, his face close behind your neck. “A bit bold today aren’t we, pet?” he jested, breath tickling the side of your ear.

Thor observed the scene from afar, shocked. He never thought that his brother would’ve established a bond with the doctor, not in the way that Loki didn’t deserve any type of social interaction, but in the way that his brother wasn’t the easiest person to get along with. With arms crossed, the God of Thunder continued to watch as the two continued on with their intimacies, wondering when and how this managed to start. He watched the way your eyes lingered on his brother attentively; the way you were able to tug a smile on Loki’s face; the way his face lit up when you were around; the way your gentle touch was able to open a different side of Loki. 

Though he was wary of his brother and his antics, Thor disregarded his suspicions: the two of you were much too happy occupied in your bubble of… friendship? No, it was more than that. So much more. Something was blossoming, and the God of Thunder was sure of it. He was unsure of the status of you and Loki’s relationship, but nevertheless he was still happy. However, he wasn’t so sure if your uncle would be so accepting of it, knowing the bad blood between what had happened in New York.

The doors of the laboratory swept open, startling the two friends. Thor coughed loudly to alert his brother and the doctor, but it was already too late for them to fall back to a more believably platonic position. Out came Mr. Stark and Uncle Bruce from the elevators, both shocked at the closeness of you and Loki. Tony looked more curious than shocked at the development. Your uncle, on the other hand, radiated a crushing aura, and, although Uncle Bruce’s face seemed calm and collected at the moment, you knew very well that there was anger hidden underneath it. He always warned you about Loki and the danger he could bring if you got involved, so it was no surprise to you if his anger came from both concern and disappointment. 

Awkward air filled the room as the two made their way towards the laboratory’s main table. Loki stepped back away from you, whispering something along the lines of you being okay. You nodded in affirmation then looked down, averting any type of eye contact, and started to fiddle with the sheets of paper you had in hand. 

Sighing, you knew it was taboo to speak of the laboratory’s peace out loud since it always brought bad luck. Now, you’re going to have to deal with the consequences.

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Pastel Blue (Chapter 6)

A/N: I hate how I have barely had any time to write lately! In all honesty, moving to a different country is quite  the challenge! 😂 I hope you enjoy the new chapter, I can’t wait to dive back into writing excessively, haha! ♥

Jess breathed out, watching how the warm air turned into fog. It was way too chilly down here. She had asked Mobius to install some radiators months ago but he wouldn’t listen. Loki on the other hand seemed to have no problem with the cold at all. He strutted next to her like he owned the place, with his head held high and a dark expression on his face.

M had a point. Despite the collar, it was a risk bringing Loki to a party of all things. But then again… she would be sure to laugh if he jumbled up the celebrations. Dave deserved it, kind of. Frankly, he could be a dick sometimes.

Loki smirked to himself. Her dress was green, with thin shoulder straps and a heart-shaped neckline. He offered her his arm when they stepped into the cafeteria, bathing in the mistrustful looks the whole of TVA eyed them with.

Mobius was stood at the buffet table, holding a glass filled with vodka and a green olive swimming in it in one hand while the other was buried in his pocket. The tawdry music, the chatting and the constant clattering of plates and cutlery made it nearly impossible for him to make out what the senior manager was saying now.

Warily, Loki glared him down. He was either oblivious to his excellent hearing, stupid enough to discuss such clandestine matters in the hallway or… or he meant for him to eavesdrop. Loki held on to the thought. He trusted him to feed him pathetic bits and pieces of information to keep him on his toes, to throw him small bones like a starved dog.

What if he was cleverer than he assumed he was? If he had incited Jess to spend time with him, make him believe she was on his side when she secretly ran off every day to tell Mobius about his behaviour like a child in day-care? If he used her to keep him on a leash in this godforsaken place? Loki gnashed his teeth.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” He mocked when he spotted him. The Trickster narrowed his eyes at him. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Jess rolling hers. Either way, he would not allow them to manipulate him and instead turn the tables. He was the master of mischief, after all.

“Enjoy yourself while you still can, Loki.” Dave added. “There’s a high chance you’ll kick the bucket next week.”

Jess rolled her eyes once more—or perhaps she was still rolling them, Loki was unsure. His eyes darted over to Mobius again, noticing with both dismay and an odd feeling of satisfaction making itself comfortable in his guts how the senior manager studied their interlinked arms.

A thin smile formed on his lips. Oh yes. Whatever your play is, I will turn it against you and I will burn this entire place to the ground until all you have left is a pile of ash and Jess—lovely and delicate Jess—will help me do so whether she is willing or not.

“Suck it up, Dave.” Jess barked. “Do you drink coke?” She continued sweetly then, directed at Loki.

“I beg your pardon?” He leaned forward slightly—close enough for her nostrils to be filled with his scent like she was some goddamn predator sensing its prey. If anything, Loki would be the predator in this scenario. She was but a lamb compared to him—a lamb who could kick his shin but a lamb nonetheless.

“Coke. Black fizzy drink, very sweet, spiked with Whiskey—not normally but definitely tonight.” She cleared her throat and winked at him and, much to his own surprise, his heart skipped a beat upon the flirty gesture. Perhaps this was the very reason he let her grab his arm and drag him away from both Mobius and Dave to plunder the bar.

“Don’t let her get drunk!” He heard Mobius call after him. Loki frowned.

Whoever was playing bartender tonight and doing a terribly slow job with that, Jess paid them no attention. Unceremoniously, she leaned over the counter, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of Whiskey. Granted, Loki knew nothing of Midgardian drinks and how there were properly mixed, he had a feeling, however, that more than half of the glass filled with Whiskey was not the proper way to mix a delightful alcoholic refreshment.

At least, so he had to admit, the view was a rather delectable one, with her backside wiggling around right before his eyes. He suppressed a dark chuckle.

Once she had tapped the faucet pouring a dark brown liquid to mix with the Whiskey and handed him one, she grinned, heaving herself up onto the counter completely and resting her feet on the barstool.

“Skål!” She announced, winking once more. Loki took a sip to conceal how thickly he had to swallow. As expected, the coke-Whiskey-mixture tasted horrible. His face distorted, making Jess laugh.

“There’s no Asgardian ale in this place, I’m afraid. Do you dance? You’re the God of Mischief, you must be dancing.”

Loki raised his eyebrows in response. “Is that all you will do at this so-called party? Drink and dance and then drink some more?”

Jess shrugged. “Never let anyone tell you that alcohol is not the solution. I’ve had some amazing nights forgetting my own name. So?” She downed her drink, slamming the empty glass on the counter so forcefully he feared it would break under the impact. “Do you dance?”

The music, whatever it was, was too slow for Jess’ taste. She’d much rather listen to some techno hits, and some Hip Hop and Dubstep hits to move her body to. It almost felt a little like space. A place to lose herself in, utterly and wholly, a place making her stronger rather than taking her energy away from her.

But Dave had always had a very uninspiring music taste and, given it was his anniversary, the music was unlikely to change anytime soon. Loki’s lips parted when she took his glass from his hand and downed it too. Neither of them expected the jolt of electricity rippling through them when she took his hand and entangled her fingers with his to pull him towards the middle of the cafeteria where Minutemen of all departments, scientists and even some of the security were moving to the music.

“That’s an interesting development after all, don’t you think?” Loki heard Dave say. Jess swirled them both around, her blue eyes closed in an attempt to dream herself into a reality where she could go out with her friends and lose her mind in a dimly lit nightclub surrounded and desired by both men and women alike. She would drink until she had forgotten about her parents and until she had lost her grasp on reality to enter space and be free and independent. Jess did not allow herself to dream often these days, for when she did… the urge to escape this place once more and turn her back on Mobius rose to an extent it brought her physical pain to resist.

“Well, he is charismatic. That doesn’t mean anything, does it? Jess has a weakness for bad boys and Loki is pretty much the definition of that.”

“Please. Thor’s little brother, how strong could he possibly be without his beloved sceptre?” Dave snorted.

“I wouldn’t underestimate him, especially not this variant. I wouldn’t have brought him here if I didn’t think he’d be of use. He’s smart. He doesn’t trust us.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mobius shrug. “We have a good reason not to trust him either. Not yet, at least. I’ve studied his entire life, remember?”

“You are not seriously thinking about removing that collar at some point, are you?”

Loki growled, lest he could not decide whether it was because of how good his palm felt against the small of Jess’ back or the way Dave and Mobius kept talking about him behind his back.

“Now I thought you said he couldn’t possibly be that strong without the sceptre?” Dave replied nothing to that. He did not need to. Mobius had made it clear enough that he was the figure of authority here. There was no way, however, he was going to be able to concentrate on this devilish bureaucrat and his ridiculous attempts to manipulate him as long as Jess’ body was rubbing against his in the most wicked ways. This woman, human or not, knew exactly what she was doing, regardless of the alcohol already clouding her system.

He smirked when another song ended and there was a moment of silence in his heart upon the lack of a loud bass reverberating in his chest. Jess opened her eyes in an almost luscious manner and took his hand once more to pour herself another drink.

He liked the way she took charge. Apart from Sif, she was so unlike all the Asgardian women he had known during his time in the realm he grew up in. Jess was neither offering him her devotion nor was she withholding her affection. His heart jumped upon remembering how she had hugged him in the bathroom. Peculiar.

While she emptied another repulsive coke-and-whiskey-mixture, his eyes caught another buffet table positioned at the other end of the room—one he had not seen upon first entering this absurd get-together.

“What is this?” Jess spun around.

“What is what?”

“This.” He pointed at the table. The cooks had outdone themselves with the number of bowls full of fruit neatly chopped up—the highlight, however, was the massive chocolate fountain bubbling away peacefully and luring every passer-by into tasting it.

“Have you never seen a chocolate fountain before?”

Loki frowned, making Jess chuckle. Heavens, if he keeps doing that, his face might stay like that, she thought.

“Come on, I’ll show you.” Once within reach of the buffet table, she treated herself to a strawberry that she stabbed with one of the provided plastic toothpicks and coated it with chocolate. She grinned when Loki’s smirk returned and copied her with the sole difference of picking a grape instead.

“How does this thing operate?”

“Well, I’m not an engineer but as far as I’m concerned, you pour molten chocolate into the fountain, which is electric, and the pump inside will make sure to keep it flowing. Apparently, Asgard is not as advanced as I thought it was. Chocolate fountains are extremely important for one’s emotional wellbeing, you know.” Jess downed the Whiskey glass she had taken with her. “And so is alcohol. Are you gonna stay here all evening now?”

“I just might.” Loki winked.

“Suit yourself.” She announced, holding up her empty glass. “I’m getting another drink.”

The God of Mischief rolled his eyes and snatched her upper arm, holding it tightly enough for to gasp—and not in a terrified or intimidated way, so he noticed. But either way, he was not going to let her poison herself.

“You’ve had enough, don’t you think?” He snarled, snatching the glass from her.

“Excuse me? Give that back.”

“No. I said you’ve had enough.”

“I’m supposed to supervise you, not the other way around! Now give that back.”

Loki scoffed. “You’ll do a marvellous job with that, all drunk and out of your mind.”

Heavens, not again. Jess gasped for air—a desperate sound swallowed by the loud music and the bass vibrating in her chest. Loki caught it nonetheless. There it was, this figurative magnet, this invisible rope tying him to her like a bloody lap dog.

It was genuine concern purling in his stomach, he did know this much. Regardless of Mobius’ half-hearted request, Loki certainly did not want Jess to get drunk and damage her liver beyond repair. Mortals were fragile as was and yet here they were, stuffing themselves with ridiculous amounts of sugar and fat, spending all day watching silly TV shows and pouring alcohol down their throats like it was water from Mimir’s fountain itself.

“I dare you…” He murmured, his composure on the edge of a steep cliff threatening to overwhelm him, rip all control from him. Jess leaned back some more, a feeble attempt to escape his advances that she did not wish to refuse altogether. “I dare you.” He repeated, jumping in at the deep end if anything to quench the curiosity and feel what his body and, for Heaven’s sake, even his mind had been longing for. What had he to lose? “Kiss me. I know you have been thinking about it.”

He pulled her close again and this time, he was certain to have heard a whimper. Loki’s cock stirred, even more so when she turned her head away and his nose brushed against her cheek.

“Is it Mobius?” He purred. Jess struggled to form a proper sentence in response or even breathe evenly. Eventually, she nodded. “I believe… I believe we have both had enough of this party, have we not?”

Jess bit her lower lip and glanced behind herself. M was engrossed in a conversation with Ravonna Renslayer, the badass time judge she never interacted with much. Well… she certainly was none of her concern now.

“Quick,” she breathed out, “before they notice us leaving.”

 ~*~

You are a grown woman. Loki is a handsome man. It’s obvious the chemistry between you is right. You’re sexually attracted to him and he just confirmed that the feeling is mutual. This is not your first one-night stand. It might not be your last. God, I hope it’s not my last. That man is literally not from this world.

“What are you doing?” Jess snapped herself out of her thoughts when Loki stopped in front of one of the control rooms. The walls were made entirely of glass, revealing a bored security officer staring at about a dozen computer screens in utter darkness. “He’ll see us!”

Loki narrowed his eyes and huffed when he found what he was looking for—the camera monitoring Jess’ unit. Ah… this was indeed perfect. Just like he had suspected. He could see the sofa and the unmade sheets on top of it, and the coffee table with countless peanut bags on it. But even without his powers, nobody would see him sneak along the wall and into Jess’ bedroom.

“Loki?”

“There is a dead angle in your unit.”

“So?” He winked again, making her lower regions clench. When he simply kept on walking, she rushed after him like a cat knowing it was about to be fed.

~*~

A/N: Muhahaha. In case anyone is interested what song Loki and Jess danced to, you can find it right here!

[miridiums-writing]

Loki x reader

This is the longest thing I've ever written, also having to post on my phone because I dont have a computer so I apologise I can to the read more thingy

Summary; Loki decides to prank his brother one night and end up becoming a therapist for Y/N, currently the most withdrawn are tough to crack of the bunch, as a snake

Warning; swearing, panic attacks, depression, self-harm, past abuse, past sexual assault, mentions of medical torture, death of a friend, the team seeming like dickheads, I do apologise. Also, may have plugged in my favourite power again…… please don’t hate me, reader is so oblivious it should be illegal. Please don’t read if this triggers you!!

Word count; 2k

Loki slowly slithered down the hallway, scales making a noise very comforting to him against the floor. Being a snake gave him a sense of peace and freedom. Tonight, he was heading for only one room, Thor’s. he hadn’t pranked his brother in a month and felt it was necessary to do so now. As he passed one more door until he reached his destination, he heard sniffling and hiccupping coming from the room. Loki’s curiosity got the better of him and he decided to investigate. The room was dark, though he could make out to outline of a person under the blankets, full on sobbing now. Loki carefully manoeuvred his small form up the bedframe to the person. They were shaking and sobbing rather badly now, he moved under the blankets and towards the person.

Loki was now curled around the persons hand that was currently gripping onto their hair harshly, almost of the verge of ripping it out. He started to lick at anything he could noticing quickly they were caught in a panic. Their panic was crashing down on them, making them unable to see him or even recognize he was there. Their breathing was laboured and harsh as if they had just run a marathon. Loki tightened himself around their hand in the hopes the pain would ground them. He relaxed when he heard them yelp, pulling the blankets off themselves to look down at Loki. Loki’s blood ran cold when he saw their face. There you were, tears staining your face and eyes red raw, confusion setting into your features as you looked down at him.

“thanks,” you said, your voice rough from crying. “I probably would still be panicking without you.” To you Loki was simply a snake looking up at you curiously. Currently Loki’s mind was screaming. What if they knew it was him and got mad for eaves dropping, what that why you were talking to him as you would a person? You were racking a shaky hand through your hair now, looking as though you were battling with yourself. Like you wanted to say something, but you were unsure. Loki was starting to look to find a way out when you started to speak again. “Fuck it, it’s not like I can talk to actual people,” you look Loki in the eye. “Plus, its not like a snake can look at me with pity.” Loki was slightly confused now, wondering where you were going with this. “ok, how should I? you know what ill just start from the beginning and see where I go shall we?” you gave Loki an unsure smile, though it further confused Loki to see how genuine it was.

“I have anxiety and depression. Um, I self-harmed, still do sometimes when it gets too much, I-uh- fuck I don’t know” you were looking across the room now, fiddling with your hands trying to explain. Loki curled up on your lap again and decided to wait for you to continue. It might help and he didn’t want to leave you alone like this, no matter how scary you were. “My parents were, well, they were shit. I was the oldest, so I took most of the attacks they handed out, punishments I took most of even if I wasn’t the one at fault. When I turned ten-” you cut yourself off to wipe away the tears pooling around your eyes “Sorry,” you chocked out as more tears made their way down your face. “Just, give me a second”

Loki continued to patiently wait for you to continue. He was honestly intrigued now. Maybe learning about your past could help him form a bridge between you, especially since you always seemed to distance yourself from everyone. He knew everyone needed someone to lean on. The tears had slowed again, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

“ok, when I turned 14 I was sold off, my parents were fed up of dealing with me and they ripped me away from those I cared about. I was sold at auction from money and given from person to person” your features were changing now, anger contorting your face “I was used as property, a toy, not a person, something people can just own. Used again and again, my innocence ripped from me!” you were yelling now though when you noticed you took a calm breath “sorry. So yes, I was basically a sex toy for gross old men. Though a good thing came from it. When I turned 17, I met a guy called Phoenix. He was, awesome. So genuine, so kind. We were both in this awful situation, but we had each other, we told everything about ourselves to each other and it was a freedom I hadn’t had before them. An actual friend.” The tears had started again but you just wiped them away and continued your story, Loki hadn’t moved yet, frozen in place through the power of your words. “when we were 18, phoenix was taken out the cell one night. Dragged by his hair outside. I remember vividly, we were both crying reaching for each other.” Your hands were clenched in anger now. “THEY SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!” you looked down at the snake in anger, though when your eyes met you tried to breath again, trying to keep calm. After a few minutes of deep breathes you continued once more. “I guess I could say a piece of me was lost that day, I lost the only thing I had left and I just broke. I was numb, I didn’t move, I didn’t eat, I didn’t do anything. When they found I couldn’t be useful as a sex toy anymore they sold me off again. To Hydra. I was subject 1843.” Loki internally gasped instantly, that was them? When the team had last broken into a Hydra base, he remembered reading something about them.

Subject 1843

Reported missing for 9 months.

Uses; medical chemicals for the next generation of super soldiers

Experimental aid

Stress relief

Loki was brimming with anger now. Everyone on the team backhanded them as a spoilt kid who didn’t like people, they all brushed them off ignoring them most of the time as most hand given up even trying to reach out to them. The only ones who still bothered were Cap and Spider ling, and even then, the interactions were slim to none, asking how their day was, that was about it. They kept to themselves otherwise. Loki remembered Bucky being mad because they spoke up about their past being bad and Bucky instantly being mad that they didn’t know what true pain was like. Yet there they were taking every punch and all that pain, emotional and physical from the team, people who are supposed to care about them and they said nothing.

“I was used as a test subject of sorts, chemicals were tested on me first, if I had a reaction, they didn’t use them. Simple as. I was used in experiments, my body was simply theirs to play around with, that explains the butterfly thing. One chemical reacted with him body and now I can create butterflies, somehow. I don’t mind the butterflies are rather calming. Anyway, when I turned 19, I found a way to escape and never looked back. Now I’m here, in bed having panic attacks and refusing help from actual people” you chuckled to yourself without humour “I’m so messed up inside, it doesn’t feel appropriate to reach out to them now, I’ve been so cruel.” Without thinking Loki shakes his head, then both of you freeze. You look down at him curiously. “You understand me?” Loki decided it better if you know and nods his head. “huh, cool,” you said smiling down at him. “ok then, who do you suggest I spoke to, who do you think I should trust?” Loki looks at them ridiculously for a second. They didn’t get he wasn’t a snake? Either way Loki decided to make his way to his own room as you followed behind him, your feet making a gentle pitter patter on the floor.

When they both arrive at his room Loki quickly dodges in before them and changes back sitting on the bed and reading. When you walk in, he looks up at you, trying not to show he already knew why you were there. You stand there for a second looking around the room, clearly searching for the snake, your hands massaging each other nervously. “I have some stuff I want to tell someone, will you let me talk?”

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Loki sat with your head in his lap, after so much crying that night you had exhausted yourself, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, but he carefully moved so you were more comfortable. Though it wasn’t much he felt, almost at peace. He noticed you had told snake Loki a lot more than him, but the fact you had even spoken up, to him of all people, filled himself with pride, you trusted your instincts and the snake to speak up finally, and relieve yourself of the burden you had carried for so long. Though now he felt it was only his place to explain to the team. Before you had fallen asleep, he had asked you about it. You explained how you wanted to tell them but couldn’t work up the courage. He asked if you wanted him to do it and he agreed, before you passed out on him. He picked you up, placing you under the covers and called out to Friday. “assemble the team in the kitchen, this is important”

When Loki arrived at the kitchen everyone was there, expect for you. “right let’s get this started,” he said, clapping his hands together. “we have a lot to get through” Thor looked at him with confusion “what is this about?”

“all in due time brother”

“what about Y/N we can’t start without them” Cap said looking as confused as the rest of them.

“Let me explain first talk later, I need you full attention” and with that Loki told them everything you told human him. The team were just as shocked as him by the end of the story. Tony, and Bucky looked the most shocked, knowing full well how often they spoke down to them about them not understanding true pain. Cap and Natasha looked appalled both questioning their morals. The whole group sat in silence for a full five minutes, taking in the information. Being disgusted in themselves for their behaviour, not noticing sooner, not recognizing. If only they did more.

“standing here feeling bad isn’t going to do anything about it,” Clint said. “we’re heroes. We save people, and now its our turn to save a friend. So, stop feeling bad for yourselves, you can’t change the past. Come one, let’s go help them” Clint’s speech seemed to take them out their slump, their eyes regaining their life again and a of justice settling into all of them. Its time to do what they did best. Save other.

Over the course of the next 6 months the whole team was kinder, sure you still pushed them away to begin with, but it was better. Some night Loki still came back to your room as a snake, to calm you from panic attacks, and help you sleep. You and human Loki got closer too, you both ended up liking each other a lot, both finding refuge in each other. When Loki confessed to you, you felt free, like the shackles holding you back were breaking apart, your wings were expanding and you were taking flight, away from the suffering, away from the pain, towards freedom, towards love, towards peace. And when you both kissed for the first time you knew you were truly free.

[squidproquoclarice]

top 5 himbos

Defining a himbo to me first: he’s large/strong, kind, and decently good looking.  He’s kind.  He probably loves kids and animals.  He treats women well because he believes he should, not because he’s looking to sleep with them.  Buuuut he’s not too bright.  For that last one, I feel like that’s not necessarily just pure intelligence.  It can be wisdom, insight, or common sense too.  If they’re generally smart but they’re far too trusting of people, for example.  I acknowledge I tend to gravitate towards that kind of himbo.  Basically, INT and/or WIS has to be a dump stat.  ;)  Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2).  The soul of a sad, sweet poet in the role of a gang thug.  He loves helping people, doodles little animals, and wants more than anything to be a husband and father.  He treats women with courtesy, and regards them as equal.  He’s a survivor of years of abuse and hardship, but it didn’t kill his gentleness, though it’s made him self-destructive.  Alas, his eagerness to help people and to be liked and “I HAVE JUST MET YOU AND I LOVE YOU” means he sometimes doesn’t have the Goddamn common sense of a gnat, particularly in who he trusts despite evidence to the contrary.  He’d have caught on to Dutch much sooner if he was more of the cynic he pretends to be.  His sense of surprise at some things (”The little picture cards?”  “(glancing around for dinosaurs) EVERYWHERE?”) is also dumbass-endearing. Thor (Marvel): I feel like “Thor:Ragnarok” getting away from brooding Shakespearianism is a case of how much Thor has a good heart to go with his strength and blond good looks, but holy shit is he dim sometimes.  He’s always willing to give a second, third, fourth, etc. chance.  He’s smart enough to pick up on some things and not be fooled, but overall he charges into dangerous situations with all the glee of a dog let loose at the park excited to see his friends (who may not actually be his friends, see: Hulk, Loki, etc.)  It’s adorable. Din Djarin (Star Wars: The Mandalorian)  Oh, Mando.  You and your need to help people and protect your tiny green son on a quest to find him his home.  Courteous and kind to people until they prove they need shooting, he also tends to trust people too readily and get himself into some deep shit.  But his loyalty and kindness and his love for lil’ Grogu wins the love and loyalty of more than a few people.  Only a true himbo could end up as the likely heir to the throne of Mandalore completely by accident. Bolin (Legend of Korra): sweet, gentle, all-too-often oblivious Bolin.  He loves people, gets excited about everything, wants to help, and the point and/or the reality of the situation goes over his head so often.  Agreeing to pretty much anything rather than disappointing your girlfriend by breaking up with her is honestly a fairly himbo move, even if not a particularly healthy one.  In the end, Bolin is pretty clearly the heart of Team Korra. Luka Kovac (ER): what can you say about Luka?  An absolutely brilliant doctor, shown to be compassionate to people from the get-go with excellent bedside manner, loves kids, treats women well, motivated and funny and warm, loyal and devoted in his romantic/sexual and family life.  Also a complete dumbfuck who has the emotional insight of the average water buffalo in his personal relationships (and who also cannot shut up and play any hospital politics to save his ass).  He breaks up with his girlfriend in the most ridiculous argument ever, goes through a massive self-destructive phase, and then runs off to Africa to avoid the whole thing because why not be Extra like that.  But he makes up for it because his talks with her about intimacy and love after trauma and later the truth of love and marriage rather than being in love are still wonderful, even fifteen-ish years later.

[an-unknown-writers-world]

The Promise of Our Youth

Warnings: Angst, if you try really hard there is a bit of fluff?

Pairing:  Loki X Reader

Characters: Loki; mentions of Frigga, Thor, Sif and Warriors Three

Word Count: 1649

A/N: Based on the Banners song Start A Riot- I don’t know what this is, honestly. It came out and I just kind of went with it.

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I will march down an empty street like a ship into the storm. No surrender, no retreat. I will tear down every wall, just to keep you warm, just to bring you home. I will burn this city down for a diamond in the dust. I will keep you safe and sound when there's no one left to trust. Will you take my hand? We can make our stand.

If your world falls apart, I'd start a riot. If night falls in your heart, I'd light the fire. In the dark, when you sound the alarm, we’ll find each other's arms. For your love, all you are I'd start a riot.

I will wade through the fire and smoke like sunlight through the haze. I will fight till the flag waves white until my dying days. Through the bombs and blasts. We will take it back

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“Penny for your thoughts?” A soft voice broke the silence.

You jumped.

“Sorry, love. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

With a half-hearted smile, you looked up at the man you’d grown so fond of. He stood dressed for the party, a black shirt, and peacoat with green accents and dark green pants tucked into his leather boots. His flawless alabaster skin glowing in the library lights; with enough imagination and the right angle, the reflection of the lights cast a halo in his jet-black hair.

“What are you doing here?” You asked harsher than you meant.

He scooped up your crossed ankles and sat down before laying them across his lap. “I was worried, Sif said you weren’t coming tonight; something about you not feeling well. That seems to be the case a lot lately.”  

You nodded slowly; making a mental note to speak with her about the proper excuses for when you’re hiding from people.

“Talk to me,” He said running his fingertips slowly up and down your exposed ankles.

“There isn’t much for me to say, Loki,” You shrugged. “I’m just tired.”

“(Y/N),” He sighed, “I’ve known you our whole lives and can tell when you’re lying to me.”

You fidgeted with the book in your hands. It was an old book, the pages smelled beautifully aged, and were rough and crisp to the touch. You tried to focus on anything but the God currently holding your ankles; the thought of having him so close was agonizing.

Rumors had been flying through the palace that he was in love with a girl; although, no one knew who exactly she was. It wasn’t a secret to most of the royal family’s inner circle that you had been in love with the God of Mischief from a young age. It seemed like the only person it was a secret to was him.

Your mother had passed when you were a child, so you often found yourself with Frigga. They had been best friends before she passed; in many ways, Frigga was the closest thing you’d had to a mother in the last nine centuries.  Since the rumors had started, you’d spent many days and even some nights with her, crying out your frustration and pain. Often Frigga would go back and forth between defending Loki claiming his ignorance and blaming him for being so oblivious to what was in front of him.

“Love,” Loki spoke softly breaking your trance.

Looking up at his brilliant blue orbs you smiled feebly.

“Where’d you go?” He asked.

You knew he wasn’t asking where you physically went at any time. He knew you weren’t mentally or emotionally present. The anger and pain you felt started to well up in your eyes, threatening to break free purely by being in his presence.

“Loki, can you please just let me be?” You asked.

“No, I can’t, and I won’t,” He huffed.

A moment of silence passed. You felt no obligation to fill it, you had come here to be alone while everyone else went to the party.

“Do you remember when we were children at your mother’s ceremony,”

“Loki,” you interrupted.

“Please,” he hushed.

You rolled your eyes knowing it was pointless to argue.

“You couldn’t watch, it scared you to see her in that condition.”

“I remember,” you whispered thinking back to the waterfall ceremony. The sight of her casket engulfed in flames as it hovered over the water.

“You buried your face in my chest and made me promise to always protect you, to comfort you and be here.”

“We were just children, Loki. I didn’t know what I was asking. I surely didn’t grasp how long we lived either. Always is a very long time.”

You felt a pang of guilt that he remember this promise and seemed to be clinging to it. His gaze was cast down to where his hands rested on your legs.

“I’ve never broken that promise. It’s been almost 900 years.” He spoke softly.

The wheels in your mind started to turn, feeling as if you knew where this conversation was headed. How could he keep this promise and love another?

“You are not bound to me.” You stated. “I will never hold you to a promise you made me in our youth.”

He sighed. “I remember when we were teenagers and your night terrors started, you were too afraid to tell your father and scared that Frigga would tell him if you shared with her,” a soft smile played on his lips as he reminisced. “I would sneak into your bed chambers and stay up the whole time you slept, promising to chase away any demons that came in the night.”

“Some of the most restful nights,” you smiled remembering. “Until Frigga caught you. To this day I don’t think she believes us.”

He laughed; it was a melodious sound.

“Your first heartbreak, I was there to pick up your pieces.” He stated. “Sif and Thor made me promise to not snap his neck.”

You laughed softly. “He probably would have deserved it.”

“How can I protect you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong?”

You sighed.

How do you tell the person who is trying to protect you that they are the problem?

You don’t.

“Please, just go to the party.” You begged. “Drop this, for both of our sakes.”

He sighed and cupped your check with his palm, adoration, and devotion evident in his gaze. You couldn’t help but lean into it, closing your eyes for the briefest moment.

Before he spoke again, he took his hand from your face and rested it back on your ankle.

“I would burn down the nine realms to protect you. But I can’t if you won’t be honest with me. Let me back in, please (Y/N). I am begging you.” His eyes were fierce with emotion. “You used to come to me, but now I feel as if I am one of the frost giants that so many fear.” He paused, searching your expression for some kind of acknowledgment. “For weeks you’ve become more and more distant. You can be with Thor and Sif and even those imbeciles they call Warriors Three and be fine, but the moment I enter the room you leave. Thor or Sif making an excuse for your abrupt departure. Even my mother has given me terrible explanations that no one would believe.”

You sat idly; he knew something was wrong so how could he not put things together? Surely, he had to know about the rumors.

“Is it me, love? Did I do something to harm you? Upset you someway?” He asked.

You could feel the tears escape your eyes; it broke your heart to see him this way. The thought of causing him the agony he was obviously in. And to think, he is in this state because he rightly fears your anger is directed at him.

“I don’t think it was intentional,” You finally spoke, turning your eyes down to your lap. “I thought they were just stupid jokes at first, but the more the rumors spread through the palace. I guess, I just.” You paused trying to collect the right words. “I thought I could get past it all better if I wasn’t around you.”

“What are you talking about?” He looked confused and almost angry.

“The way you smile every time you come into the room. The way that happiness is just seeping out of you; the thought that someone else is making you feel the way I had always tried. The pain it causes me is suffocating.”

A strangled breath caught in his throat.

It was the first time you acknowledged what was really bothering you. You were incredibly thankful that he was so happy and experiencing the love that he was worthy of but deprived of for so long. It was your own selfishness that was causing the pain you felt.

“I know that you cannot keep the promise you made me and love someone else. Please, Loki forget about the promise.”

His hands came to cover your own; your breath hitched in your throat. You could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces, that’s what he came for. To be released from the promise that he made.

“There is no one else,” He spoke softly, his eyes locking onto yours; “Only you. It’s always been you and will only ever be you.”

“But the rumor?” You asked.

“Someone overheard a piece of a conversation between our fathers and me.”

“My father?” I interrupted.

He smiled, “This was not how I planned and certainly far from the ideal condition for this conversation.”

“Loki,” You begged, “Please, I don’t understand.”

“(Y/N), I love you; I cannot think of a moment of my life that I have not. My hope is that you would be willing to spend the next several millennia with me.”

A tear streamed down your cheek, you felt silly and childish. Instead of asking him about the rumors, you chose to run and hide, causing you both unnecessary pain.

“My love,” He spoke again softly, his hand returning to cup your face.

“Yes,” You whispered, “Yes, I want to spend every moment of eternity with you.”

His thumb carefully wiped away the tear falling down your cheek before kissing you. His lips were soft and warm against yours; the salt of your tears could be tasted in the kiss.

Pulling away he rested his forehead to yours as you breathed each other’s air.

“I’m sorry for being so ridiculous,” you said softly.

He laughed and pulled back to look at you, “You did better than I would have,” He said honestly. “I probably would have started a war.”

This made you laugh, he wasn’t joking.

“I’ve missed that melody,” He smiled.

You rolled your eyes with a smile before kissing him again.

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[vodkassassin]

This is something old that I’ll probably never get around to continuing,, probably,,, idk..... like damn this was back when I still wrote in past tense aaa

Thor paused, and Loki fell to a stop just behind him.

He silently watched his brother stare after the Warrior’s Three and Sif as they walked triumphantly into the grand mead hall, already hollering out the beginning of a saga they would compose on the spot of the adventure and victory they had all just now returned from. They were welcomed into the hall with great cheers and thunderous applause, and Loki saw, as Thor did, that they didn’t spare a single glance behind them, so certain they were that Thor would be at their backs.

Loki already knew that this saga would not include his part in the adventure and victory- just as none of the others had.

For whatever reason, it didn’t bother him as it normally would. Perhaps because his mind was focused on another goal to obtain than the attention of the Asgardian masses.

“We hardly ever spend time together,” he tried again.

Thor’s head snapped up, back to him, eyes confused as Loki knew they would be. His brother was so oblivious sometimes — alright. Most of the time.

“What do you mean, brother?” Thor asked, nonplussed. “We have just now returned from a great journey together, one with a story that will be ringing in the hall for centuries to come!”

“No,” Loki sighed, aching at the fact he once again had to explain it to this oaf. “No, you and your friends just came back from that journey, whereas I happened to be a tagalong.”

“You were not just — !”

“Brother, listen,” Loki requested, frustration clinging to his tone.

Thor’s brow raised. The younger man gestured at the entrance of the mead hall with a graceful wave of his hand. “Listen to them. They’re halfway into their great rendition of our so-called adventure to the skalds, and have you once heard them mention me?”

“Well, no,” Thor admitted sheepishly, but he forged on before Loki could continue, “but I am sure they’ll get to your part soon!”

“‘My part’?” Loki asked incredulously. “Thor, there is no ‘my part,’ I was there for the entire thing, just as you were!”

“Loki,” the firstborn began tiredly, seemingly having realized something, “I know you wish for a larger attention from-”

“No,” Loki waved a dismissive hand. “No, that’s not even what I’m here about. Tell me, when was the last time we spent an adventure together- just you and I? Without your friends?” He added quickly, seeing Thor open his mouth to most likely refer to the one they’d just returned from. That didn’t count!

“They’re your friends as well,” Thor muttered quietly, but Loki could see the smidgen of doubt that underlaid his words — finally.

Loki crossed his arms, raised a brow, and waited.

Finally, after several long moments of silence where he could practically see the gears in Thor’s head spinning overtime, Thor’s shoulders slumped, and the great brute gave him this frankly pathetically helpless, sorrowful expression.

“I… I cannot recall,” Thor admitted, before he hurriedly rushed to try and assuage Loki’s imaginary irritation, “— but I am sure there has been-”

“No, there hasn’t,” Loki told him, feeling exhaustion pull at the edge of his consciousness. “Trust me. I’ve looked.”

Thor was silent, staring at him with a heartbreaking look that would move any more-sensitive man to tears. His brother was like a kicked puppy, in that aspect.

“So?” Loki asked, tilting his head to the side. “Do you agree to come with me? I’ve found a realm that’s frankly quite fascinating, and I think you’d like it very much.”

Thor didn’t speak for a few moments. Loki saw him glancing hesitantly back toward the mead hall, where Sif was reaching the climax of their tale, with Fandral and Volstagg acting the part to the roaring entertainment of their crowd of spectators. Something in Loki’s chest tightened, and though it felt childish, he slowly brought one hand to hide behind his back and sentimentally crossed his fingers, hoping.

“I—” Thor began, but shook his head roughly. Loki’s heart began to sink- honestly, he should have known Thor wouldn’t want to spend time with his younger, useless, less popular-

“Little brother,” Thor started again, this time with a grand smile. “Of course I would love to spend time with you!”

The bitterness churning in his gut vanished so abruptly that it nearly left Loki dizzy. He was so discomposed that he couldn’t help but blurt out his first thought in response. “Yes, I didn’t think s- what? You would?”

Thor observed him, the usual loudness in his demeanor softened. There was a hint of regret in his smile as he looked over at him, before his shoulders straightened and he gave a firm nod. “You are right, it has been far too long since we last enjoyed each other’s company alone. Now, where is this realm you speak of?”

Loki blinked, thrown for a loop and feeling quite unlike himself in the face of this. Was he actually dreaming this up? He hadn’t thought it’d be this easy. “Ah… right now?”

“When else?” Thor asked, resting an elbow on Mjolnir’s head casually.

“Do you not… wish to partake in the feast, though?” Loki began cautiously, wondering why the hell he was saying this. He’d gotten what he wanted and what was he doing? Double checking to see if Thor were serious? Possibly undoing his agreement? Giving Thor an out?

“I have been to enough to know that nothing extraordinary will happen at this one,” Thor explained to him, humor shining in his eyes. He stepped forward and slung an arm around Loki’s stiff shoulders, and began to lead them away from the hall. “They will get by fine without my input- they have even already finished the saga! Let us go.”

“If you are sure…” Loki tried again, before giving himself a rough shake. “Alright then, this way.”

Thor followed after him with a smile, and if Loki felt the thrum of eagerness or excitement running through his chest- well, no one had to know.

— — —

“Brother, we are forbidden from traveling to Midgard,” Thor told him sternly when he caught on to what he was saying.

Loki rolled his eyes. “No, it is just heavily suggestion that we do not go. And everyone listens because they all think Midgard is boring and “lesser” than the other realms. I have spent a cursory visit there just recently, however, and I do not understand the same. The Midgardians have come far in these last centuries and it is far from boring.”

Thor struggled with his words for a moment, before heaving a great sigh. “You are going to drag me there no matter what I say, aren't you?”

“You've already agreed to come,” Loki reprised smugly, and Thor gave an even louder sigh. “No going back now!”

And with a hand on his brother's arm, he tugged them both through the branches of Yggdrasil and on to their destination.

Convincing Thor of all this ended up being the best decision he'd ever made.

[anonymousfiction211]

Give it time: ch3

A/N: I got in the flow and decided to write the last chapter anyway. Enjoy :)

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Helping a ‘friend’ ‘Hey, (Y/N). You’re up early’ Steve greeted her, happy to see her without the egotistical God by her side.

‘Morning Steve’ she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. Something was wrong, he could tell.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked. He was hoping that Loki would have slipped yesterday and that they had a fight. If they had broken up, it surely would make reaching his goal easier. He felt a little bad about manipulating her, it was not something he would normally do. But she was too oblivious to see that Loki is bad for her, she deservers better, much better.

‘Can we talk for a moment?’ she asked him.

‘Of course!’ he replied, he was growing anxious. Maybe Loki had said or done something to paint him in a bad light. He had to admit that it was extremely difficult to manipulate the God, or outsmart him. He followed her to the living room where they sat down on the couch. Steve immediately noticed the distance between them, which was larger than usual.

‘You know that Loki has some trouble with us hanging out. And last night it became worse. So, I think it is best to maybe keep some distance between us for some time. At least until Loki sees that there is nothing going on’ she told him.

‘(Y/N) if that’s what you really want, of course! I can’t say I will not miss you, but I never want to come between the two of you’ he replied, trying hard not to grit his teeth or to let the disdain of Loki show.

‘Yeah, I’ll miss you too. But I think I need some time to work on the relationship. We soon will be taking some time of to go away for a weekend. And after Loki is comfortable it all will go back to normal’ she smiled.

‘It’s always a good idea to work on your relationship. But if I can be honest, I am starting to grow a little concerned’ Steve replied, hoping to cause some doubt in her mind about the relationship.

‘Why?’ she asked.

‘Well, what if he never comes around? What if instead of working through his issues he just finds another guy to be jealous of? I mean, he is basically deciding who you can and can’t hang out with and I don’t think that is right. That shouldn’t happen in a healthy relationship. He has nothing to worry about, but what if one day there is a guy he should worry about? What will he do then?’ She explained.

Steve saw the wheels in her head turning. She probably would go through with the plan she had, but he knew in the back of her mind these words would linger. ‘Like I said, I don’t want to come between the two of you. But maybe something to watch out for’ he added, before it became too obvious what he was trying to do.

‘Eh.. yeah. Thanks for your concern, I’ll watch out’ she hesitantly replied, still deep in thought about his words.

‘But I have one favour the ask’ he said.

‘I actually have a date next week and I wanted to cook risotto. Your favourite if I’m not mistaking. And I was hoping I could practice tonight and you would eat with me? Tell me if it is any good?’ he asked.

‘Oh, ehm.. I don’t know with Loki..’ she started, but Steve interjected.

‘I know, but you know I can’t go to anyone else for this. Loki has to go on a mission anyway and will be gone. He never has to know! And after that you can work on your relationship. Please, I really need your help’ he whined putting on his best puppy-eyes.

He saw that she became uneasy, finding it hard to reject him. ‘Oh okay, but only if Loki is still gone and he doesn’t find out. It will be one of the last things we will do together for some time.’

‘Yes of course! Thank you so much (Y/N)’ Steve replied happily. All right, one down, one more to go he thought.

After the conversation she went off to work. They would meet at dinner time in the kitchen and eat there. Steve had already bought everything he needed for tonight. He would cook, reminisce and the two of you would drink some wine. Hopefully her guard would be down and then the tricky part. He had to plan his next move the moment Loki figured out what was really going on. Thinking of Loki, Steve needed to get him away from her for the rest of the day.

After waiting for a while Loki finally made it out of bed. Steve had to supress a grin when he saw how hung-over he was.

‘Good morning, Loki’ Steve said with a loud voice.

Loki flinched and really didn’t look happy to see Steve.

‘What do you want’ he grumbled while making some coffee for himself.

‘I have a mission for you’ Steve said.

‘What is it?’ Loki snapped.

‘We suspect that some of our opponents are using a form of magic we never encountered before. I was hoping you would go to the Sanctuary and find out everything about it. Since you are the one with the most knowledge about magic’ he explained, hoping to distract Loki with some flattery. Loki was intrigued and Steve started to tell him all he knew. It was true that there were rumours about this, but it was probably false. Anyway, it could wait months before they researched it but he needed Loki gone for today. He had figured that the best way to manipulate the God is not by lying, but by telling the truth and implying. That way Loki had a feeling he was lying, but could never be sure.

‘That is going to take all day…’ Loki grumbly replied when Steve was done talking.

‘I know, but it is important to know. Plus, maybe it would take your mind off things with (Y/N)’ he said.

That cleared Loki’s head and Steve knew he had to be careful know and do it exactly as rehearsed.

‘What do you mean?’ Loki growled at him.

‘Oh sorry, I thought she had told you’ he replied. Not a lie, he actually expected her to tell Loki about their dinner tonight.

‘We spoke this morning and I told her that I didn’t want to come between the two of you. But I invited her to dinner tonight. She probably didn’t tell you because she doesn’t want to worry you. I mean, it probably means nothing, but you know about our history’ he said. It was word for word the truth, maybe in the wrong order. But it implied a whole different story than what happened this morning.

Steve was startled when Loki grabbed him by his throat and pinned him to the wall behind him. For a moment he forgot that Loki, even tough he was good now, was still a very dangerous person if he was angered. Loki started to rant about all the ways he would kill him if he ever lay his eyes on her.

‘You know she would never forgive you if you killed me’ Steve reacted to Loki’s rant.

With a growl Loki let go of Steve’s throat. ‘Look, if you want you can confront her. Just come by tonight’ Steve said.

Loki narrowed his eyes at him. Probably trying to figure out what game Steve is playing. This was not something Loki saw coming.

‘FINE’ he growled. ‘I see the two of you at six’ he angrily added.

‘Actually, it would be better if you were here at seven’ Steve replied. Carefully picking his words, trying not to reveal the fact that she would be here at six.

At dinner Steve had cooked and she arrived right on time. He had only an hour before Loki would be back and storm inside. He needed to execute his plan right before he could, otherwise she would find out about his manipulation. He was smart enough to have a camera in the hallway which he monitored from his mobile phone. Giving him a head start when Loki would arrive. Currently he was focusing on her telling stories. The two of them were laughing and drinking. After about half an hour he was reminiscing about the past, dropping subtle hints about their last date.

He was still slapping himself mentally for not giving her a chance then. When he finally saw how amazing she was, she just started to date Loki. The thought angered Steve, but after tonight he would have time to win her over. And he was not going to let her go, it would be the best for everyone involved. Even though his methods were questionable, it was the right thing to do.

Every time her wine glass was empty he filled it back up again. He needed her reaction time to slow down and needer her off guard. Five minutes before seven he saw Loki angrily walking through the lobby. So, Steve said his plan in motion.

‘(Y/N) if you don’t mind I need your help some more’ he started. He scooched closer against her and grabbed her hand. He looked into her eyes and met her half-drunk gaze. The door swung open, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. With one eye open he saw the hurt expression on Loki’s face. For a split-second Loki froze, before storming away. (Y/N) pushed herself away from Steve.

‘What the hell?’ she yelled.

‘I’m sorry. It’s just I really wanted to kiss her and my last kiss was you. So, I wanted to know, you know what to do’ Steve quickly explained.

He saw her angry expression, he needed to distract her. He needed her heartbroken so he could be there for her. ‘I think Loki just saw us’ he said.

He watched her expression change from anger to shock. She quickly stood up and ran towards Loki’s bedroom. Steve slowly walked after her. He heard her call Loki’s name, it sounded like she was crying. It broke his heart, but it needed to be done. She needed to be free of him. He walked into the bedroom to saw her pace around frantically with a note in her hand. She was still crying. He took the note from her.

I can’t believe I ever trusted you

Steve had to supress an eye-roll. Loki was always too dramatic for his taste. Both of their head turned towards the yard when they heard a familiar sound. She ran past Steve to the yard and he followed her again. When he caught up with her she was sitting on her knees in the middle of the burned grass. Steve immediately recognized the pattern. Loki had taken the Bifrost and was gone, just like Steve expected that he would. He slowly walked beside her and sat down on his knees too.

‘I’m so sorry (Y/N). I never meant for this to happen! As soon as I can, I will talk to Thor and tell him about what happened’ Steve started to comfort her. He pulled her closer against his chest, she was still sobbing. She was so wrapped up in her pain that she couldn’t see what was really going on. Steve meant what he said. As soon as Thor would be back he would explain himself, knowing that Thor was probably livid with Steve after hearing Loki’s version of events. But Thor wouldn’t be in Asgard for another three months, so he would be back here in about four months. Which gave Steve four months to make (Y/N) forget about Loki and to start dating her. He would make Loki the bad guy in the story, after she believes him Thor would too. Then Loki would just look like the jealous ex-boyfriend. Making Loki the bad guy isn’t that hard, he is the God of Lies after all he thought while comforting (Y/N). They sat like that for a while. And Steve couldn’t help but feel relieved that Loki was far away, while she was in his arms.

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[imagine-loki]

Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 50 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

I literally have this written with over a week and just as a tab on my computer but I suffer from ITS, Idiotic Thoughts Syndrome which makes me really mentally weird and my mind tells me no one likes my stuff, I just had a few people message me over the last day about this telling me they love it which forced me to feel like I am letting them down if I don’t post it which, by the way, is sometimes the best way to motivate my shitty ass, so yeah, it needs saying, if you like this, please let me know, it actually gets me to upload new chapters. I have some written, so…yeah.

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The roar of the Bifrost resounded across Jotunheim, declaring to the realm that the Allfather had arrived. Loki and Ella stood in the aforementioned agreed place of landing for the Aesir royal family with a few others with them. On seeing her parents, Ella smiled brightly, though her nervousness at revealing to them that she was carrying a child still played slightly on her. She had decided to inform them of their impending grandchild later in the palace, but for now, she hid it under a heavy cloak. When her parents and brother emerged from the startling light, some of their guards and even two of the Warrior’s Three with them, Loki and Ella stepped forward. 

Both Odin and Frigga seemed to immediately look at their daughter more than anything else, Frigga more so than her husband. Though the pair had been conversing through their seidr, it was the first time mother and daughter had been physically in one another’s company since the wedding and especially since she had been ill. Loki and Ella bowed as was expected to the Allfather and Allmother, who in turn both lowered their heads slightly in recognition of the gesture. Thor, who had stood back slightly came forward to deal with the formalities of the situation, though part of him thought it to be entirely unnecessary. Technically speaking, those arriving for the coronation were not doing so yet, so their being there was not on an official basis, more so on being there to assist their daughter and her husband, should they be required to assist so the bowing and such, the stoic interactions were something he wished did not occur. He had fought alongside the Jotnar, bled and lost brethren with them, that made the pageantry unnecessary in his eyes. He wanted to speak with the allies he had made again. 

“Allfather,” Loki bowed to Odin before turning to Frigga and doing the same. “Allmother, thank you for joining us for this momentous occasion.”  

“It is a great day for Jotunheim.” Odin declared though he looked warily at his daughter to see if she had been better treated since his last seeing her. Frigga had informed him that Ella looked healthy and happy when they spoke together but he did not fully believe it. She had put on a facade in the time up to her health scare, she could very easily do so again. But seeing her smile brightly, if not slightly apprehensively at them, there was no denying that she was indeed healthy again. If anything, he noted she seemed a little weightier than before, though he would never state such aloud, he always maintained she could do with a little more weight, especially after she got sick as a child. He wanted to be less formal, to speak with her but this was not the time. “It seems like life is developing well since the Casket’s return, a great success.”

Loki, Ella and many others gathered on the Jotnar side gritted their teeth with regards his comments on the Casket, all thinking the same with regards to him taking it in the first place.” “Jotunheim has never seen prosperity like it. The food is plenty, the many are healthy and the population is about to see an explosion like never before,” Ella beamed. “And with Loki’s rule, it will be even better.” The confident look she gave him and his smile in return startled the Aesir royals to the point of silence. In her talks with her mother, Ella rarely spoke on Loki in any manner, much less one to suggest to her mother that she thought so well of Loki. 

Odin was the first to find his voice again and cleared his throat which in turn, broke the peculiar feeling in the group gathered. “Good, the realm deserves a fresh start.” 

With the formalities completed, everyone headed to the palace. The Jotnar they met on route glanced at the Aesir party with intrigue yet not overly concerned. The Aesir mate to their soon-to-be king had caused many who had been wary before to trust the Aesir slightly more and with Loki’s coronation, they knew this was a necessary evil to host the Allfather once more. 

When they made it to the palace, Ella led them to their rooms with Loki by her side. As soon as all but her brother, his friends and her parents were gone, she walked over to her father and placed her hand beneath his own on Gungnir. “If I may be so bold, I need to borrow this for five minutes.” 

Odin frowned at his daughter. He had not even spoken directly to her since their arrival and she had not explained why she would require one of the most powerful weapons in all of the realms but the pleading yet confident look on her face told him that she felt whatever she planned required it greatly enough to ask. With a slight nod, he relinquished his grip on it and watched as she rushed off, Loki looking at her with confusion on his face as she left. When the young Jotnar noticed the Aesir royals looking at him in bewilderment, all he could do was try to express that he too was oblivious to what his mate was doing. 

Three minutes later, Býleistr walked past them looking terrified. A moment later Helbindi and Greta walked into the hall, both seeing the confused royals gathered in the hallway, both looking equal parts in awe and somewhat scared. 

“What did she do?” Loki half winced, not sure what they were going to say. 

Helbindi grinned. “Did you ask her about the space issue?” Loki nodded. “Well, it is dealt with.”

“What?” Loki cocked his head. 

“She’s after dealing with our space issue,” Helbindi repeated. 

“How?” “No idea. She used some golden stick and her seidr to do it.”

“That’s not a stick, that is Gungnir,” Odin growled, displeased that anyone would disrespect his powerful weapon in such a manner. 

“Gung...I thought only the Allfather could use that?” Helbindi looked to Loki in confusion. 

“Why do you seem surprised?” Loki chuckled. “Ella does as she sees fit, even powerful magical weapons know better than to argue with her.” He threw his eyes up playfully as he said so. 

Barely a moment later, Ella walked through the hall once more, looking proud of herself, Gungnir in her hand. When she got to her father, she smirked and handed him back the staff. “Thank you.” 

“That suits you far too well,” Odin commented to his daughter as he took back Gungnir. He used his seidr to read the magic that the staff had recently worked with to see what she had done. When he sensed it, he studied his daughter’s face, startled by the smirk on it. “How?” “You limit your abilities too much, Father, by your choice not to expand them.” She walked over to Loki who looked curiously at her. “The space issue is rectified.” “So ‘Bind said but how?” 

“I may have tripled the palace.” “I’m sorry, you what?” Loki could not comprehend what she was saying. 

“I used Gungnir to magnify my seidr and simply made the palace bigger. We needed more rooms, I made it that the living areas of the palace are now copied a few extra times so we can house all those who wish to be here. I also used it to make the areas habitable to those arriving. The last thing we need is frozen Light Elves.” 

Loki could not think of an answer worthy of the statement. When he mentioned his concerns to Ella, she smiled and promised to rectify it. When he asked her how she planned to do so, she merely smiled and repeated that she would do so and not worry about it any more. Seeing her do so in less than the time it took to get to the throne room, he found himself wondering how he could ever have thought her to be dim-witted when he first met her. “Always finding solutions.” He smiled kindly at her. 

“What would you do without me?” She smiled before looking over at her parents and brother who clearly were uncertain as to what to say with regards to their daughter’s clearly altered situation. Thor knew that Loki had developed from the arrogant being that he had seen for the wedding, even speaking to him when he came for their assistance but seeing now that it seemed to even have grown more intrigued him slightly, especially because Ella seemed different. She seemed a lot more open, something he had not been used to on Asgard. To him, she was always an annoying prankster at worst or disinterested in him and his friends at best. She never seemed to do anything but stand and listen to court or speak almost stoically with friends. Now, she seemed so much more outgoing and confident. 

“I think we best get settled.” Frigga turned to Odin, who clearly was weary, though no one would admit to such out loud, especially Odin himself. 

“Yes, when you do so, Loki and I must speak more with you,” Ella stated. Her parents stared at her worriedly. “Yes, we are nulling the marriage and I am taking the veil.” Each word dripped with adequate sarcasm befitting her deadpan tone and facial expression. “Surprise.” 

“I thought you had matured, I was getting worried.” Thor scoffed. 

“And be boring? Perish the thought.” Ella shuddered. “Go get settled. We will ensure everything is as it needs to be here and then we will speak more.” She bowed slightly. “Until then, I am getting something to eat.” With that, she walked off. 

Helbindi scoffed slightly before encouraging Greta to back to their rooms to rest. Her heat had settled and she was currently waiting to see if she had become pregnant anxiously while also assisting with the coronation with the other female mates. Helbindi was forced to deal with other matters meaning he only say her for small parts of the day but was adamant that she rest adequately. 

Loki looked after his mate for a moment before looking at her bemused parents. “I best alert my father than all are here.” “Where is Laufey?” Odin asked. 

“Resting, I fear. His health continues to waiver so he must rest more often, hence this unprecedented event.” He bowed slightly. “Until later, please, make yourselves comfortable.” With that, he left to follow do as he said and inform his father. 

“Do we even want to know?” Odin asked his wife. “What did she say to you?” “Nothing worthy of speaking with us like she is implying she needs to, perhaps it is to do with the coronation, she seems slightly concerned with regards to that,” Frigga shrugged. “Nonetheless, it would be wise for us to attempt to prepare the rooms, those ice-beds do nothing for your back.” 

“You hardly doubt it took Ella that long to merely duplicate a few rooms? She has readied ours to our liking also.” Odin informed her. “She said she did it in the other wings but she did it for us also.” 

“How could you possibly know that?” 

“Do you think you are the only one she can communicate silently with? Why do you think we both held Gungnir for a moment?” His chest puffed out proudly. “It was from us both that she became one of the most powerful seidr wielder in the realms, not simply one.” He looked at the staff in his grasp. “Had she have been a son, she would have been terrifying.” Thor was about to say something when he saw his father inhaled deeply in a manner that always meant he was about to say more. “A warrior for an heir and a seidr-wielding assassin as his highest general, it would have been terrifying.” “The Norns knew it would have been too much,” Frigga commented. “She seemed to have little issue with Gungnir.”

Odin looked at his staff, something he could never remember fighting without since the day his father Bor died and it was placed in his hands as his successor. “Yes, so it would seem.” His voice was distant as he did so, telling Frigga that he was thinking of something in his own head. 

[wolfpawn]

Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 50

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

Chapter Summary -  The Aesir royal family come to Jotunheim to assist in readying for the coronation. 

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The roar of the Bifrost resounded across Jotunheim, declaring to the realm that the Allfather had arrived. Loki and Ella stood in the aforementioned agreed place of landing for the Aesir royal family with a few others with them. On seeing her parents, Ella smiled brightly, though her nervousness at revealing to them that she was carrying a child still played slightly on her. She had decided to inform them of their impending grandchild later in the palace, but for now, she hid it under a heavy cloak. When her parents and brother emerged from the startling light, some of their guards and even two of the Warrior’s Three with them, Loki and Ella stepped forward. 

Both Odin and Frigga seemed to immediately look at their daughter more than anything else, Frigga more so than her husband. Though the pair had been conversing through their seidr, it was the first time mother and daughter had been physically in one another’s company since the wedding and especially since she had been ill. Loki and Ella bowed as was expected to the Allfather and Allmother, who in turn both lowered their heads slightly in recognition of the gesture. Thor, who had stood back slightly came forward to deal with the formalities of the situation, though part of him thought it to be entirely unnecessary. Technically speaking, those arriving for the coronation were not doing so yet, so their being there was not on an official basis, more so on being there to assist their daughter and her husband, should they be required to assist so the bowing and such, the stoic interactions were something he wished did not occur. He had fought alongside the Jotnar, bled and lost brethren with them, that made the pageantry unnecessary in his eyes. He wanted to speak with the allies he had made again. 

“Allfather,” Loki bowed to Odin before turning to Frigga and doing the same. “Allmother, thank you for joining us for this momentous occasion.”  

“It is a great day for Jotunheim.” Odin declared though he looked warily at his daughter to see if she had been better treated since his last seeing her. Frigga had informed him that Ella looked healthy and happy when they spoke together but he did not fully believe it. She had put on a facade in the time up to her health scare, she could very easily do so again. But seeing her smile brightly, if not slightly apprehensively at them, there was no denying that she was indeed healthy again. If anything, he noted she seemed a little weightier than before, though he would never state such aloud, he always maintained she could do with a little more weight, especially after she got sick as a child. He wanted to be less formal, to speak with her but this was not the time. “It seems like life is developing well since the Casket’s return, a great success.”

Loki, Ella and many others gathered on the Jotnar side gritted their teeth with regards his comments on the Casket, all thinking the same with regards to him taking it in the first place.” “Jotunheim has never seen prosperity like it. The food is plenty, the many are healthy and the population is about to see an explosion like never before,” Ella beamed. “And with Loki’s rule, it will be even better.” The confident look she gave him and his smile in return startled the Aesir royals to the point of silence. In her talks with her mother, Ella rarely spoke on Loki in any manner, much less one to suggest to her mother that she thought so well of Loki. 

Odin was the first to find his voice again and cleared his throat which in turn, broke the peculiar feeling in the group gathered. “Good, the realm deserves a fresh start.” 

With the formalities completed, everyone headed to the palace. The Jotnar they met on route glanced at the Aesir party with intrigue yet not overly concerned. The Aesir mate to their soon-to-be king had caused many who had been wary before to trust the Aesir slightly more and with Loki’s coronation, they knew this was a necessary evil to host the Allfather once more. 

When they made it to the palace, Ella led them to their rooms with Loki by her side. As soon as all but her brother, his friends and her parents were gone, she walked over to her father and placed her hand beneath his own on Gungnir. “If I may be so bold, I need to borrow this for five minutes.” 

Odin frowned at his daughter. He had not even spoken directly to her since their arrival and she had not explained why she would require one of the most powerful weapons in all of the realms but the pleading yet confident look on her face told him that she felt whatever she planned required it greatly enough to ask. With a slight nod, he relinquished his grip on it and watched as she rushed off, Loki looking at her with confusion on his face as she left. When the young Jotnar noticed the Aesir royals looking at him in bewilderment, all he could do was try to express that he too was oblivious to what his mate was doing. 

Three minutes later, Býleistr walked past them looking terrified. A moment later Helbindi and Greta walked into the hall, both seeing the confused royals gathered in the hallway, both looking equal parts in awe and somewhat scared. 

“What did she do?” Loki half winced, not sure what they were going to say. 

Helbindi grinned. “Did you ask her about the space issue?” Loki nodded. “Well, it is dealt with.”

“What?” Loki cocked his head. 

“She’s after dealing with our space issue,” Helbindi repeated. 

“How?” “No idea. She used some golden stick and her seidr to do it.”

“That’s not a stick, that is Gungnir,” Odin growled, displeased that anyone would disrespect his powerful weapon in such a manner. 

“Gung...I thought only the Allfather could use that?” Helbindi looked to Loki in confusion. 

“Why do you seem surprised?” Loki chuckled. “Ella does as she sees fit, even powerful magical weapons know better than to argue with her.” He threw his eyes up playfully as he said so. 

Barely a moment later, Ella walked through the hall once more, looking proud of herself, Gungnir in her hand. When she got to her father, she smirked and handed him back the staff. “Thank you.” 

“That suits you far too well,” Odin commented to his daughter as he took back Gungnir. He used his seidr to read the magic that the staff had recently worked with to see what she had done. When he sensed it, he studied his daughter’s face, startled by the smirk on it. “How?” “You limit your abilities too much, Father, by your choice not to expand them.” She walked over to Loki who looked curiously at her. “The space issue is rectified.” “So ‘Bind said but how?” 

“I may have tripled the palace.” “I’m sorry, you what?” Loki could not comprehend what she was saying. 

“I used Gungnir to magnify my seidr and simply made the palace bigger. We needed more rooms, I made it that the living areas of the palace are now copied a few extra times so we can house all those who wish to be here. I also used it to make the areas habitable to those arriving. The last thing we need is frozen Light Elves.” 

Loki could not think of an answer worthy of the statement. When he mentioned his concerns to Ella, she smiled and promised to rectify it. When he asked her how she planned to do so, she merely smiled and repeated that she would do so and not worry about it any more. Seeing her do so in less than the time it took to get to the throne room, he found himself wondering how he could ever have thought her to be dim-witted when he first met her. “Always finding solutions.” He smiled kindly at her. 

“What would you do without me?” She smiled before looking over at her parents and brother who clearly were uncertain as to what to say with regards to their daughter’s clearly altered situation. Thor knew that Loki had developed from the arrogant being that he had seen for the wedding, even speaking to him when he came for their assistance but seeing now that it seemed to even have grown more intrigued him slightly, especially because Ella seemed different. She seemed a lot more open, something he had not been used to on Asgard. To him, she was always an annoying prankster at worst or disinterested in him and his friends at best. She never seemed to do anything but stand and listen to court or speak almost stoically with friends. Now, she seemed so much more outgoing and confident. 

“I think we best get settled.” Frigga turned to Odin, who clearly was weary, though no one would admit to such out loud, especially Odin himself. 

“Yes, when you do so, Loki and I must speak more with you,” Ella stated. Her parents stared at her worriedly. “Yes, we are nulling the marriage and I am taking the veil.” Each word dripped with adequate sarcasm befitting her deadpan tone and facial expression. “Surprise.” 

“I thought you had matured, I was getting worried.” Thor scoffed. 

“And be boring? Perish the thought.” Ella shuddered. “Go get settled. We will ensure everything is as it needs to be here and then we will speak more.” She bowed slightly. “Until then, I am getting something to eat.” With that, she walked off. 

Helbindi scoffed slightly before encouraging Greta to back to their rooms to rest. Her heat had settled and she was currently waiting to see if she had become pregnant anxiously while also assisting with the coronation with the other female mates. Helbindi was forced to deal with other matters meaning he only say her for small parts of the day but was adamant that she rest adequately. 

Loki looked after his mate for a moment before looking at her bemused parents. “I best alert my father than all are here.” “Where is Laufey?” Odin asked. 

“Resting, I fear. His health continues to waiver so he must rest more often, hence this unprecedented event.” He bowed slightly. “Until later, please, make yourselves comfortable.” With that, he left to follow do as he said and inform his father. 

“Do we even want to know?” Odin asked his wife. “What did she say to you?” “Nothing worthy of speaking with us like she is implying she needs to, perhaps it is to do with the coronation, she seems slightly concerned with regards to that,” Frigga shrugged. “Nonetheless, it would be wise for us to attempt to prepare the rooms, those ice-beds do nothing for your back.” 

“You hardly doubt it took Ella that long to merely duplicate a few rooms? She has readied ours to our liking also.” Odin informed her. “She said she did it in the other wings but she did it for us also.” 

“How could you possibly know that?” 

“Do you think you are the only one she can communicate silently with? Why do you think we both held Gungnir for a moment?” His chest puffed out proudly. “It was from us both that she became one of the most powerful seidr wielder in the realms, not simply one.” He looked at the staff in his grasp. “Had she have been a son, she would have been terrifying.” Thor was about to say something when he saw his father inhaled deeply in a manner that always meant he was about to say more. “A warrior for an heir and a seidr-wielding assassin as his highest general, it would have been terrifying.” “The Norns knew it would have been too much,” Frigga commented. “She seemed to have little issue with Gungnir.”

Odin looked at his staff, something he could never remember fighting without since the day his father Bor died and it was placed in his hands as his successor. “Yes, so it would seem.” His voice was distant as he did so, telling Frigga that he was thinking of something in his own head. 

[valeriethepussycats]

I’m Only Human

Chapter 9

Pairing- Loki x Reader, Thor x Reader( Best friends)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts in italics.

Y/h- your hair color

Loki approaches Heimdall on the Rainbow Bridge.

“Tell me, Loki, how did you get the Jotuns into Asgard?” Heimdall questioned.

“You think the Bifrost is the only way in and out of the Realm? There are secret paths between worlds to  which even you with all your gifts are blind. But I have need of them no longer, now that I am King.” Loki declared. “And I say, for your act of treason, you are relieved of your duties as Gatekeeper. And you are no longer a citizen of Asgard.”

“Then I need no longer obey you.”  Heimdall raises his massive sword, strides towards Loki.

Loki reaches out and, with both hands, takes hold of something invisible, hovering in mid-air before him. As it quickly fades into view, we realize what it is --The Casket of ancient winters. The blueness creeps from his hands and up his arms, as Loki opens the Casket towards Heimdall, who is fast approaching. From inside the Casket, all hell breaks loose. The fury of the Casket is unleashed, its winds not just howling, but screaming, as ice and snow and darkness come flying straight towards Heimdall. Ice clings to his body, freezing him, but still he moves forward. Loki starts to get worried. Heimdall is nearly upon him. The Gatekeeper swings his  massive sword at the prince. But the blade stops, frozen, just inches from Loki's throat. Loki breathes a sigh of relief and steps past him. Loki inserts Gungnir into the Observatory's control panel and  opens the Bifrost. He gestures, and the veiled Destroyer appears before him, a fiery glow rising within it. It turns its head toward its King.

“Ensure my brother does not return.” Loki ordered.

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Jane, Y/n, Thor, Darcy, and Erik make a charming team, tidying up after breakfast -- washing, drying, and putting plates and utensils away.

So I might slip again, Let it in now and then That don't mean anything I'm still good-

“Found you!” Volstagg beamed.

Y/n, Thor, Jane,Erik, and Darcy turn to see Sif and the Warriors Three Staring baffled at the sight of the domestic Thor drying dishes in mortal clothing. Jane drops a plate. It goes shattering on the floor.

“My friends!” Thor happily races over and greets his comrades. Y/n, Jane, Erik , and Darcy watch the Asgardians from across the room. Jane looks concerned. Erik and Darcy eye them with wonder.

“I don't believe it...” Erik  trailed off.

“Who are they?”  Darcy wondered.

Y/n is smiling like a a child on Christmas. “See I told you something was going to happen.”

Jane, Erik, and Darcy look at Y/n with confusion.

“Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Surely you've heard tales of Hogun the Grim, Fandral the Dashing, and I, Volstagg the Svelte?” Volstagg Asked. Erik looks pointedly at Volstagg's massive gut. “Well, perhaps I've put on a little more muscle since I was here last.”

“That would have been a thousand  years ago? Northern Europe?” Jane guessed.

“Exactly! Those lovely herring  people. They worshipped us!” Volstagg declared. Thor grins, lays a hand on Volstagg's shoulder.

“Your Hair it’s unique I’ve never seen a Maiden with that kind of hair color.” Fandral pointed out.

“I was born this way will except my hair was all white but as I got older y/h started phasing in.” Y/n told Fandral.

“Fascinating” Fandral praised.

“My friends, I've never been happier  to see anyone. But you should not  have come.” Thor confessed to his friends.

“We're here to take you home.” Fandral made known.

Jane reacts to the news of Thor leaving. “You know I can't. My father is dead because of me. I must remain in exile.” Thor stated.

The other Asgardians exchange puzzled looks.

“Thor... your father still lives.”

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A few shield vehicles are parked by the Bifrost site. A few shield agents stand nearby as scientists take readings. Coulson kneels, examines the Bifrost Runes. He turns to an Agent.

“Get somebody from Linguistics out here.” Coulson ordered. Just then, they hear a rumbling overhead, as the Bifrost storm roars in the sky above. Coulson and the shield Agents scramble for cover, their vehicle windshields shattering, as the Bifrost storm grows in strength. Finally, the hole in the sky overhead opens, and the funnel cloud explodes out of it, touching down onto the desert floor. Coulson and the Agents shelter their eyes from the maelstrom.

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Thor and the others see the Bifrost storm forming in the distance. Y/n gets a massive headache that cripples her to the floor without wasting a second Thor and Erik rushers over to help Y/n up.

“Are you alright?” Thor Asked.

“Is it your powers?”  Erik wondered.

Thor and Erik help Y/n to her feet. She holds her head in her hand. “Coulson he’s in trouble.”

“Was somebody else coming?” Darcy questioned. Just then, the Bifrost funnel explodes down to the ground.

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From behind a jeep, Coulson and the shield agents stare at The Destroyer in awe. We don't see it, just its shadow as it moves towards them.

“Is that one of Stark's?” A shield agent asked Coulson.

“I don't think so. But the guy doesn't tell me anything.” Coulson answered as he grabs a megaphone, steps forward, calls out to The Destroyer. “Hello! You're using unregistered weapons technology. Please identify yourself.”

We hear the Hum of The Destroyer's fiery energy power up inside. “Incoming!”

As the Shield Agent scramble for cover, a blast of energy from The Destroyer explodes a vehicle. Shield Agent return fire.

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Townspeople fill the streets, staring at the fire fight in the distance. Thor and the Asgardians prepare for battle, as Thor turns to Jane. “Leave this town now. Get yourself and your friends to safety.”

“What about you?” Jane questioned.

“I must stay and fight.” Thor replied.

The Asgardians look to Thor. “I'm still a warrior, and I will fight by your side.”

“You're but a mortal now. You'll get yourself killed!” Volstagg Chimed in.

“Or one of us, trying to protect you.” Fandral remarked.

“They have a point there’s not much you can do.” Y/n agreed with Volstagg and Fandral.

“The best thing you can do is get the mortals to safety and leave the battle to us.” Sif stated.

Thor looks at the townsfolk around them, all oblivious to the oncoming threat.

“No I’ll get people to safely.” Y/n told told Sif.

“How can one mortal get the people to safety?” Sif wondered.

“A lot has changed in thousand years.” Y/n walks outside. Maximum effort.Y/n hold her hand out Towards the crowd  of people and then puts her other hand on her Temple. ”It is not safe on the streets get inside until further notice.” Obeying Y/n’s command the Townsfolk walk off the streets, as the Warriors Three and Sif head across town, towards the Destroyer.

“What just happened?” Volstagg questioned.

“Are you a witch?” Hogun wondered

“No no I’m not.” Y/n answered.

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Laufey and two Frost Giants appear out of the Bifrost and step onto the platform. Loki is waiting for them. He pulls Gungnir from the Observatory's control panel. The giant apparatus slows to a stop.

“Father. Welcome to Asgard.” Loki Announced.

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The site looks like the aftermath of a war zone. The smoldering wreckage of Shield vehicles lies strewn about. A dog makes it way down the street, barking at something in front of it. Then we see it The Destroyer Strides down the street, a red, fiery energy glowing from within it. It unleashes blasts as it goes, blowing up cars, setting storefronts aflame. Sif and the Warriors Three head down the street towards the Destroyer.

“Keep him distracted.” Sir ordered as She hurries off. The Warriors Three continue towards the behemoth.

“What do you think? "The Svartalfheim Twist?" "Kiss of the Hag?" "Face Full of Boot?"Fandral asked.

Volstagg grins eagerly."The Flying Mountain."

Hogun and Fandral groan.

“Not "The Flying Mountain!"It threw out my back for a year lasttime!” Fandral voiced.

“Trust me, it'll work.” Volstagg  grinned.

Y/n and Thor looks anxiously back down the street, where the Warriors Three get into position before the Destroyer.

“You guys have to get out of here.” Y/n told Erik.

“I’m not leaving you here with that thing” Erik disclosed.

Y/n looks at Erik and smiles.“Don’t worry I’m gonna be fine.”

“My friends fight bravely, but they won't be able to hold it back much longer.” Thor informed Jane.

Darcy hurries out of the burning  pet store carrying as many animals in cages as she can, then loads them into a truck. As Y/n Is about to runs Towards the destroyers Thor stops her.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked Thor.

“Are you mad you can get killed.” Thor declared.

“I’m going to fight. I refuse sit on the sidelines.”

“This is our fight not your.”

“That thing looks like it’s gunning for you or your friends. You Don’t have the powers to protect them or yourself but I do.”

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt for me.”

“I’m a mutant Thor, I’m always getting hurt.” Y/n said with a smiles. “And beside We All Go a Little Mad Sometime.” Y/n Joggs to catch up with Volstagg.

Down the street Hogun and Fandral take off running towards the Destroyer, as Volstagg stands limbering up.

“Come on!”  Fandral  shouted at Volstagg.

Y/n and Volstagg takes off running at full speed. Y/n moves to a nearby car and uses her powers to flip it on it’s side and use it as a shield . As volstagg catches up to his comrades, Hogun and Fandral grab him on either side, and with all their Asgardian might, hurl the voluminous warrior into the air at the black metal behemoth.

“For Asgaaaaard!!!”

Part 10

The Khaotic  Krab-

@marvel-ousnesss​

[bella-spil]

2 Romeos & 1 Juliet- Part 7

Part 7.  Fem reader and Bucky.

Warnings: some cursing, fluff.  You need to read the last two parts to understand what happens.

Taglist: @kmuir1​ @angrythingstarlight​ @wednesday-add-em​ @sea040561​

Word count: 2.6k

A/N:  This is that last part of this series.  Thanks to @kmuir1​, I had the pleasure of writing it.  They came up with the idea and I had a blast seeing where the story will go next.  @kmuir1​  I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did and if you or anyone else has any requests, I will happily take them.  Enjoy!

“Doll, you awake?”

Your eyes fluttered open as you hear a familiar voice bring you back to reality.  Your mind is foggy, erased as last night didn’t even happen.  But, since you did have some heightened abilities, you were able to remember certain moments.  

You remembered Bucky walking you to your room, then he undressed you and then he was on top of you, shirtless.  Then Steve was on top of you, giving you to Thor.  As you walked past, Bucky was all bloody, and you were in lingerie.  

As you remembered everything that your mind allowed, you realised who was sitting on the end of the bed.  Bucky.  

Immediately, you tensed up, crawling on the bed as far away as possible.  You couldn’t go and attack him because you were hooked up to a bunch of machines, beeping your heartbeat and giving you IV.  You didn’t want this man to hurt you, touch you or do anything to you.  Your mind was filled with fear and rage.  Your breathing was hitched, becoming erratic as the seconds continued.  Your hands were frozen in fear.  

“Woah, doll, calm down.” Bucky soothed.  “I only want to talk, ok?”

You were still afraid, so you were not moving an inch.  You barely blinked, seeing if he was going to do anything.

Bucky sighed, knowing he might not get a response out of you.  If sadness was a color, that would be the color of his eyes right now.  He combed his metal fingers through his hair before explaining himself to you.

“Before I begin, what do you remember about last night?”

“You and I went on a date, for the bet.  We went to a diner and then we danced.  When we got home, you walked me to my room and undressed me.  Then, you were almost naked and on top of me.  But then Steve took me and then Thor took me here.” you recited.

“Ok, this might be confusing for you, but that wasn’t me,” Bucky said.  

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, giving him a look.  You were biting your bottom lip, a habit that you had whenever you were nervous.

“No, that was you,” you said.

“Ok.  Remember when I wasn’t feeling good earlier that day?  You said we could cancel and I agreed?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I didn’t leave my room the whole day,” Bucky stated.

“How?” you asked.  “You took me on a date.  Hell, you tried to rape me!”

Bucky sighed again, in annoyance for how oblivious you were being.  You should know that Bucky, the real Bucky, would never in any way try to hurt you, let alone rape you.  But he couldn't comprehend how easily you believed it was him.  He couldn’t let this one memory ruin his chances, let alone his friendship with you.

“Y/N, I was drugged, just like you were.  With the exact same drug.  I was out for the whole day.  The Bucky that took you on the date was Loki.  He was disguised as me.” Bucky explained, his voice raising as he explained himself.

You were trying to comprehend what he was saying.  Everything that happened last night was so discombobulated that you had a hard time knowing what to believe.  What happened last night felt like a chapter in a mystery book, the climax that everyone was waiting for.  You just happened to be the victim.

“How do I know you’re not Loki right now?  How do I know you’re not lying to me?” you asked, fear laced into your voice.

Bucky raked his fingers through his hair before he told you it all.  It was definitely not going to be easy to explain.  How do you tell someone, ‘oh yeah, the guy that was me that tried to rape you wasn’t me?’  Bucky was racking his brain for something, one sentence to just say, ‘it wasn’t me, can we pretend this never happened?’

“Because I was interrogated by Tony, Thor and Steve.  Me and the other Bucky, the one that tried to rape you.  We were asked questions by Steve and Tony while Thor was holding Mijonior to us.  I am the one that got the most right, so that’s why I’m here.  Also, Steve wouldn’t let your attacker be in the same room as you.”  Bucky explained.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.  Your mind was telling you three different things.  One part was saying don’t trust this man, he is using you, he might rape you for real this time.  He could hurt or worse kill you.  But another part was telling you this was the real Bucky, the one that met you three years ago when you were with Rose.  He was the one that you were best friends with, through thick and thin with.  And the smarter part of your brain was telling you to listen to what this Bucky had to say.  If it seemed like he was telling you the truth, you would listen.  You had a knack for telling whether people were lying or not.  And if he was lying, well, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight.

“Explain everything that happened,” you said.  

“Ok, this is not going to be easy.  You should know I’m not the best with words,” Bucky said.

You emitted a little chuckle, trying to ease the tension in the room.  It made Bucky beam a smile back at you.

“I guess before breakfast Loki stole my medicine, the one that me and you were drugged with, from my room.  I don't know how the son of a bitch did it.   But he snuck it into my drink this morning.  That’s why I was so out of it.  Then, a couple hours later, he went to you, disguised as me.  What did he tell you?”

You were still trying to process what Bucky had told you so far, since the drugs were messing with your mind.  So it took a couple of claps from Bucky to snap you back from your head.

“Oh, sorry,” you apologized.

“Don’t say you’re sorry, you’ve had a long night,” Bucky quipped.

“When Bucky, I mean Loki came to me, he said that you were feeling all better and that you wanted to go on the date.  So I got dressed and then we headed to the diner.”

“Ok, do you have an idea of when he drugged you?” Bucky asked.

“How long does the drug take to kick in?” you questioned, so you could get an idea of when Loki drugged you.  

Since Bucky was the Winter Soldier, he had experience in the black market and drugs in general.  He bought pills and other lethal things from drug lords in Russia and Mexico, and used them to take out targets for H.Y.D.R.A.  H.Y.D.R.A. taught him about all drugs, from roofies to cocaine to inhalants, so if anyone asked him about drugs, he would have an answer.  He was like a mini Google, but the illegal side.

“Generally, it takes about an half an hour, but for me, it took an hour,” Bucky answered.  “How long did it take you?”

“Well, I went to the bathroom for a couple of minutes.  Then I went dancing with him.” you said.

“Did you drink it after you went to the bathroom?”

“No, after we were dancing, I drank it.”

“Did you stay at the diner after you danced with… him?” Bucky asked.

“No, not for that long.  We only stayed for a couple of minutes then we drove home.  It took about a half an hour and once we pulled into the driveway, I started to feel it.” you said.

“Ok, so it took you the normal amount of time,” Bucky said, trying to create a timeline in his head.

“So after, what happened?” you asked.

“Well I wasn’t awake yet, Loki explained this part.” Bucky said.  

“I think he walked you to your room, like in a friendly way.  But then he undressed you, like you said.  Then, he undressed, as me still.  He was about to kiss you when Steve, Tony and Thor busted into the room.  Steve made sure you were ok, and when he realised you were out of it, Thor took you, like you remembered, to the medical wing.

“I didn’t wake up until I heard Tony scream “Son of a Bitch!” and then I heard a punch and what sounded like broken bones.  So I walked to where the noise was coming from, and it was surprisingly your room.  I don’t normally see you as a violent person, so I followed the noise.  Then I heard a voice saying that some person was their mission.  I asked who was your mission and then I realised what I walked into.

“I saw an exact copy of myself, and it was fucking scary, doll.  It’s like those creepy twins, Louise and Lisa Burns, ya know?” Bucky chuckled.  You chuckled along with him, and then you signaled him to continue.

“Then the whole room went quiet.  Tony and Steve looked like they just walked out of a horror movie.  Then Steve told me to get in the room.  Thor walked in the room and he was just as confused as the rest of us.  

“Then Steve and Tony discussed what to do while Thor was watching us.  Steve finally decided to ask me and Loki questions that only the real Bucky would know, that being me.  I got all the questions right, and to my surprise, the other Bucky did too.  Steve was losing his shit.  He had no clue what to do.  So then, Tony asked the both of us a question.  Loki got it wrong and I got it right, and that was the deciding factor.”

“What was the question?” you asked.

“Tony asked us, ‘what did I call you when me, you and Steve were in the Russian hangar, looking for Zemo?’  The answer was  ‘Manchurian candidate.’” Bucky explained.

“Of course Tony would ask that,” you sighed.  Bucky laughed, and you could see the way his eyes crinkled whenever he smiled.

“After I proved myself, everyone knew something was up,”

“Yeah, no shit,” you remarked, getting an eye roll from Bucky.

“As I was saying, we all realized we hadn’t seen Loki the whole day.  And then Thor just rammed Loki into the wall.  They whispered some stuff to each other, and then the other Bucky transformed into, well Loki.  I was going to go beat the living daylights outta him, but Steve held me back.  So we let him explain what his evil plan was.”

“What did he say?” you asked eagerly, wanting to know as much details to the story as possible.

“He said that he wanted to get me out of the picture.  Make you see me as a villain, a monster.  And that hurt, because I know what that feels like.  But it hurts more when the person you love the most sees you like that.  He was going to manipulate you, to make you turn to him for comfort and I guess make you fall in love with him and hate me.  He said he guessed the answers to the questions, which in my head made no sense because he would have to go through the database to get those answers.  

“Then I got a little emotional and said that I loved you and reprimanded loki for what he did to you,” he muttered.

“What was that Bucky?” you mocked.  “I didn’t hear you.”

Bucky gave you a glare and sighed.

“I said that I got emotional because I love you.  Loki should know that’s not how you treat a woman, especially you.  I told him how you should treat a gal, and then he had a snarky comment, something like ‘I’m the God of Mischief.  I show my love through actions not words.’ Bucky immiated, getting a small giggle out of you.

“Then,” he sighed, smirking and making punching motions with his hands. “I proceeded to beat the mother fucker into a pulp.  I knocked the mischief outta him like I did with those bullies in the 40’s.  He was knocked out once I was finished.

“After, Tony and Thor took him to see Fury, I think for more questioning and to figure out what to do with him.  Then I headed straight to you.  I’ve been waiting for you to wake up so I could tell you everything.”

You were still.  Your mind was replaying everything that Bucky had said to you, as if trying to evaluate if it was true or not.  A lot of it made sense.  In fact, it all made sense.  If the drug knocked you out for God knows how long, it should do the same for Bucky.

“How long was I out for?” you asked, rubbing your head.

“About a day,” Bucky said, counting the number of hours on his fingers.

“Sorry I kept you waiting for so long,” you smiled.

“It’s alright doll, you deserve the rest,” Bucky said.

You smiled back at him, but your mind kept going back to what he said earlier.  He was getting emotional over you?  You couldn’t believe it.  Even though you shared a kiss once before, this really proved how much he loved you.  

Your mind was going in circles.  You knew he was telling the truth, but there was a small voice saying ‘he’s lying, the story’s bullshit, he just wants to fuck you.’  But your heart was in control here.  It was telling you Bucky was the one.  He cared about you more than anyone.  He was willing to fight to the death you.  He showed how much he cared about you.  Hell, he even did a fucking bet to fight for your love.  If that didn't show devotion, you don’t know what will.

“Bucky, come here,” you said, patting a spot on the bed for him to sit.  He got up from the end of the bed and sat right next to you.  

“Are you sure you’re ok?  Do you want me to explain anything else to you?  I know it gonna be hard to process, bu-”

You didn’t want to hear anymore of his rambling, so you pulled his shirt, bringing his torso and lips closer to yours.  You pressed your lips for a searing kiss.  One to show everything you felt for him.  And it worked, because he pressed his lips harder against yours.  You marveled at how his soft, plump, pink lips felt against your.  Both of your tongues were dancing an unknown dance.  You were both gasping for breath when your lips parted.

“So,” Bucky asked, breathless.  “Does this mean I won?”

You chuckled before planting one more kiss to his lips, just to savour the feeling again.

“Yes,” you smiled.  “Mr. Barnes, you won the bet for my love against ‘he who shall not be named.’”

“I’ve never lost a bet doll, and I certainly was not going to lose this one,” Bucky smirked.

“Wait a second,” you realised. 

“What?”

“How did Tony and Steve find out that Loki was going to rape me?”

“Well, from what I heard, Tony has cameras in each of our rooms, and the F.R.I.D.A.Y. let him know,” Bucky said.

“Omg,” you sighed.  “What have those cameras caught all of us doing?”

Bucky chuckled, realising how creepy it seemed to have hidden cameras in the rooms.

“Probably a lot of stuff,” Bucky smiled.

“Imagine what it will see in the future,” you smirked.  Bucky’s eyes got darker and he leaned closer to you, till your lips were just brushing against each other.  You could feel his breath fanning your lips like a glaze.

“Darling, those cameras will be lucky to see what I’m gonna do to you in the future.  They will learn how to properly treat a woman.”