#ruin - loki x oc

[ryebread-x]

Trygve/Loki (for ship bingo) (I am giving you an opportunity to yap about them /pos)

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to yap about these two because now I will >:)

I love the idea of Loki possibly having a husband/boyfriend while disguised as a milkmaid (if you chose interpret Odin’s accusation in the Lokasenna as true then those kids had to come from somewhere).

Anyways here’s my self indulgent retelling of these two:

When it comes to Trygve(the mortal farmer) and Loki, these two started out a loving couple who found company with eachother. They are also the definition of tall wife x smol husband. The two met when Loki spotted Trygve while roaming around Midgard falling in love with him . She then proceeded to disguise herself as a human and get a job on his farm as a milkmaid. Trygve then falls in love with her, leading the two of them to get married. Loki is still the same old myth Loki but kinda keeps her tricks at a minimum to still keep her true identity hidden. She does, however, genuinely love Trygve, and her relationship with him is not just one of her tricks or games. But then, after several years, things become messy quickly when Trygve learns of Loki’s true identity as a god. Things end on a sour note, and the two end their marriage, splitting custody of their 3 daughters. Loki is taking the twins(Vor and Var) while the youngest (Liefi) stays with Trygve. Both are heartbroken by the whole ordeal , and Trygve ends up deciding never to remarry. He was less heartbroken by the fact Loki was a god more that she lied to him for 8 years. The two of them don’t end up meeting again until Trygve is on his death bed, and Loki stays with him in his final days.

So yeah like most of Loki’s relationships they end in tragedy too but they were happy for a short time😭

[gullableh]

•★  SICK🌌🪐

JULIAN. LOKI X MALE! READER.

★•° Warnings : boy x boy, cringe, very fluffy,

Swear words, fruity af.  Crack treated, like seriously crack treated

Reader is a simp.

Highschool AU

(I'm not good in french even though I got a 9-

I will use Google Translate mostly. So if youre reading this and you're french, im sorry if i made a mistake or two, you can correct me if I'm wrong ^^)

★•° summery :reader and Julian supposedly had a date. But sadly reader got sick and couldn't come. So Julian decided to pay his lovely boyfriend a quick visit, just a quick one...

★•° a fluff story so no dirty thoughts.

• usage of pet names

• relationship goals

• probably ooc since I'm not the best in   writing oc 

Music you could listen to while reading:

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Écoute chérie; 

Vendredi sur Mer

              The moon will sing;

                                           Angus & Julia stone 

Back to the old house;

The Smiths                     

              Lamp;

                                                     Yume Utsutsu

                

                                (Enjoy ^v^)

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Readers pov:

*Sigh*

This. Was. The. Worst. Oh you wanna know what happened? Oh well you probably already had read the summery, you still want me to tell? Okay sit down and listen carefully. Also next time read the summery some people aren't as generous as me to explain why my day is ruined. And the people who have read the summery. Good job here have a cupcake *gives the cupcake to you* ^v^

Anyways where was i? Oh yeah, listen carefully...

It was any normal day, I woke up went to school met up with my lovely boyfriend🥰

And I remembered after school we have a date, great right? Well I'm not finished.

After school I went ahead to go home and get prepared for my date with my boyfriend. 

I got home, had an outfit ready, and I was about to go when suddenly.

*Chough* *Chough*

I have no idea if mothers have mother senses (it would be cool if they did) but as if she had a spidersense of her own she grabbed my arm, shut the door and made me sit on the couch.

Then she went on a full on ten minute long lecture about how I was sick and that I should stay home. Wait stay home? But I was about to go on a date. Mother couldn't possibly do this to me, oh but she could.

Well anyways, now I'm here in my room, in my bed all depressed because I couldn't hang out with my boyfriend )': I had already told him, well, texted him that I wasn't able to attend our date since I was SiCk. Oh please, as if I would die.

I was moping in my bed all pouty, from disappointment because I couldn't see my boyfriend, but also from pain. (stupid migraine) It was I think around somewhere in the night, after dinner. when I heard something. I stopped moping and listened carefully where that sound came from

*Tick* *tick* *tick*

It was as if someone was knocking against glass, again I stayed quiet and listened attentively

*Tick* *tick* *tick*

Wait it sounded like it came from my window. I got up from my bed, fear slowly creeping up, I went to my bedroom window, and shoved the curtens to the side slowly, and then i saw....

Third person pov:

There he was, Julian Loki Infront of your window, the best soccer player in your school, also one of the kindest people in your school. And most importantly, your lovely boyfriend that you where thinking about the entire day.

A smile made its way to youre lips, but confusion was visible on [readers] face. What was he doing here, it's somewhere between eleven o' clock and twelve o' clock, shouldn't he be home alseep? Worry was also evident on the boys expressions. [Reader] quickly opened the window and let him in.

"Julian what are you doing here?"

"Mon chéri, sorry I wanted to come here earlier but my mother wouldn't let me out of the house."

He said with a sweet and gentle smile towards you. You see why I'm so smitten over this guy? 

Julian is always so sweet and gentle, he's like that towards everyone, but towards you he is even more gentle.

"Speaking of, why are you up so late?

You said you where sick, you should be resting Mon amour."

He said, he spoke with such a gentle tone, it was angelic, he was an angel that's why. He ushered you to bed like a mother would to their child. And you being such a simp for you're boyfriend, obliged and laid down on you're bed. Oh yeah did I tell you that he had a bag with him, well he laid the bag on the ground and started to rummage trough the supplies in the bag. He grabbed what seemed like medicine and food, that could help [reader] with his sickness.

"I also might have paid a quick visit at the infirmary."

He said with a smile that could blind you because of how bright it was. He grabbed a container with some liquid stuff, probably soup.

"Have you already eaten? It would be great if you did, but that would mean I bought this for nothing"

He said with yet again, another blinding smile.

Because of the stupid migraine and the fact that the sickness made you not hungry, you nodded you're head a no. You where indeed hungry but because of the sickness, you felt like throwing up everytime you're nostrils smelled the slightest bit of food.

"I'm not hungry, thank you Julian but there was indeed no need"

That was a big ass lie, and the both of you knew that all to well, he looked at you with a worried expression, yeah there was no way that he didn't know I was lying

"Mon chéri please tell me the truth"

Yup, now I feel guilty about lying yippie :'D

I took a deep breath and told him the truth, that shows how much of a sucker I am for this man. He again looked at me with a worried expression on his face.

"très chère chérie, if you want to get better you should eat healthy things, i don't like seeing you sick and in pain."

He gave me a sweet smile, but behind that smile was clear that he was still very worried.

I smiled at him back with as much gentleness.

"Im sorry Julian, I didn't exactly mean to lie, it just kinda slipped-"

"It's all right Mon amour, just please don't lie to me like that again."

He cut me off before I could even properly apologize, I smiled at seeing his gentle smile reapearing on his lips again. He grabbed the container with the liquid stuff in it, he opened the container and low and behold chicken soup. He grabbed the plastic spoon that was in the container with the soup.

"Open you're mouth mon chéri I'll feed you."

He said with a smile as if he didn't say the most flustering thing, I felt my face heat up specifically my cheekbones. The spoon with the chicken soup was right Infront of you're mouth, slowly you opened you're mouth a bit, until it was wide enough for the spoon to fit, for some reason this felt so embarrassing even if there weren't any people around, it was just so embarrassing being fed by someone. A while later and the soup was finished, you felt a bit better now that you weren't hungry anymore, but the migraine was still haunting you. Luckily you're savior in need is here to help you from you're misery.

Julian again rummaged trough his bag that he had brought along with him, he let out a small 'aha' as if to say that he had found something. He brought the thing out of the bag and let me have a closer look, it was painkillers, he really though of everything.

"I've brought some painkillers."

He wouldn't stop smiling, as I said such a sweet angel. He gave you the painkiller and abit of water to drink with, in one swift motion you chugged the painkillers with the water down in one sip. The painkillers where helping a bit but not as much as to make it completely go away.

"My head still hurts"

"Would you like me to massage you're scalp Mon amour?"

Definitely did not expect him to suggest that, but who would say no to that offer? So you nodded youre head with a smile and gestured for him to sit next to you on the bed, I patted the empty place beside me, he made his way towards me and then sat next to me on the bed. He laid my head down on his chest, so that he could carefully massage my scalp while I was in a comfortable position. My head was laying on the side where his heart was, his heart beats where so soothing I could just fall asleep. Not long after did his hands began to gently massage my head, all of this was so very calming I could already feel myself geting tired and sleepy slowly and slowly.

"Is this alright mon chéri? If you're uncomfortable just tell me alright?"

I was already half asleep so I just let out a small 'hmm' so that he would know that I was still listening to him. He laughed at my tired state, he looked so adorable while laughing.

"Goodnight mon vie"

He said before giving youre lips a small peck. Not caring if he would get sick later, all he cared for now was that you where comfortable and safe. The rest didn't matter all that matter to him was you. 

Fin:D

★°•BONUS+

THE NEXT DAY

 you woke up from a very nice dream, you felt much much better after last night, guess Julian took very good care of you. you expected to wake up in you're own bed wich you did, but you specifically woke up in someone's arms, Julian's arms. he was still sleeping, so the ever so kind boyfriend you are, you let him have his rest and sleep. And seems like he had it enough because not even a minute after you woke up, was he starting to wake up. His eyelids slowly lifted up, revealing his golden brown eyes. They look so beautiful in the morning. He looked at you before a smile was forming on his lips, how cute this moment was. 

"Morning mon soleil"

Two boys waking up from eachothers arms, oh how adorabl-

*Chough* *chough* *chough*     

That was not me I swear. Oh it was julian, seem like he got invected when he kissed you goodnight last night....

Well then, atleast now you could repay him back with taking care of him this time.

Fin (fr this time)

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This was so crack treated and cringe, I apologize if you felt second hand embarrassment-

[kumezyzo]

pt.2 of this bf!sap smut cause i realized how short the original part was. this is a direct continuation btw. also, unprotected sex. (wrap it before you tap it kids)

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

your breathing was heavy, rocking your hips back and forth quickly. your boyfriend had removed your shorts and underwear feverishly a few minutes ago.

you were completely lost in his body heat, your face burried in his neck, and whimpering with every movement.

it was the rough feeling of his underwear against your exposed and sensitice core was everything you needed in that moment. your slick soaking the front material of his underwear.

"you're so wet," he grunts out, feeling your heat and hearing the light squelches from your movements. you whimper at his words, hugging yourself closer to him as your thighs start to burn from your constant movement.

he places his hands on your ass, squeezing harshly as a way to encourage you to keep going. he groans when you grind down at a particular angle, causing him to twitch in his underwear.

he raises his hand to then bring it back down on your ass, a loud slap resonating through your bedroom. you jolt forward at the sting and moan against the shell of his ear. he shift his hands up, wandering up the inside of your shirt and gripping your hips as he shuts his eyes tightly.

"shit," he stops you from moving any more. he looks at you with such lust filled eyes when you pull away from his neck, staring at him in desperate confusion. "sorry, peach, need more."

he pushes you back a little as he slides his underwear down a little and pulls out his dick. your eyes dart back and forth from his face and the precum spilling from his tip. your breathing picks up as you get impossibly closer to him once again.

you moan at the warmth of his length rubbing along your slit. then, you position him to then slowly push it inside of you. both of your moans mixed through the room as how easily he slid in from your wetness.

"fuck yeah," he groaned as he threw his head back, a light thud sounding as he touched the headboard.

you looked at him with heavily lidded eyes and leaned in to kiss his neck. you rubbed your nose into his jaw, his beard scratching the tip of your nose while you began sucking on the skin of his neck.

you began rocking your hips again causing a deep sigh from your boyfriend. his jaw went slightly slack when you subconsciously squeezed him.

when he was able to recompose himself enough, he lightly pulled you off his neck and kissed you harshly. he pulled out of you, eliciting a whimper from you before he turned you on your back. he pulled you farther down the bed harshly, bringing the sheets down with you.

he pushed back into you, this time having full control of you. he starts thrusting into you easily, groaning at the way you moan and the sound of your pussy fills the room.

he couldnt get enough of how you sucked him in and how warm you were. he would be there for hours. and as far as he knew, he would be at this rate.

i feel like this is shorter and worse omg 😭😭 anyway, i listened to hot demon bitches near u like three times before writing this. and im currently listening to cat girls are ruining my life... stan corpse

speaking of i think my next post is gonna be a corpse fic. but dont count on it. also, go read my oc x loki fic cause its cool -nony

[wwillywonka]

wwillywonka's Interests

(links are in red)

-here is my super long, super detailed list of the things i blog about. if you read the whole thing, you're amazing and i love you. thanks<33 -a more comprehensive list of my interests can be found here. i update it often. -please for the love of god do yourself a favour and listen to blooms by arthur sharpe

Willy Wonka/Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

special interest since 2014

read my ongoing willy character study fic here

my willy playlist

beside the original dahl books, the 2005 movie is the best and most superior version. i believe this with my whole body, mind, and soul and cannot be convinced otherwise.

other favorite versions of canon: gareth snook on the recent uk tour, gene wilder (of course). see gareth snook’s take on willy’s character here

i have consumed every single piece of wonka related media/content that is reasonably available to the public including horrible elementary school productions on youtube and random college theses. i consider myself the foremost expert about anything and everything regarding willy and can get defensive if that is challenged. i am also aware that i take this way too seriously considering willy is just a silly little fucked up guy who forever ruined my taste in men in my preteens. but i stand by my opinions.

i’ve also been writing a very self-indulgent willy x oc (ross able) fic for nearing 4 years now and have yet to publish it in any capacity. that being said, i tend to talk about it in tags for my own reference, so if you’re ever curious to know more, feel free to ask<3.

i do not support roald dahl, tim burton, or johnny depp in any way. their existences are entirely separate from my enjoyment of catcf. bigotry and prejudice are not tolerated on this blog.

i think the prequel is fine but unnecessary. it’s so whatever to me that i sometimes forget it exists.

i am literally charlie bucket (so obsessed with willy wonka that my parasocial need to be in a weird friendship with him is all-consuming and the only thing that keeps me going). if you ship any of the literal children ticket winners with willy, get off my blog.

willy is my specialist girl, a genius inventor evil capitalist, the blorbo i spin around in my brain 24/7 and want to put in a microwave, my wife, and also the absolute worst guy to ever do it. she is my everything. they’re just a sad gay twink. he’s even bigger than jesus.

Jesus Christ Superstar

the 1973 movie has been one of my favorites since childhood but i became obsessed after seeing the musical on stage in 2023.

yes i connect everything i liked about jcs back to willy and my other fav characters :)

things i write and blog about that are perfectly captured in jcs:

being mortal and being a god are not so different

the line between godhood and celebrityhood being more blurred the further society progresses. both are corruption

toxic, all-consuming co-dependency

sacrificing everything that makes one human for the sake of the “greater good”; becoming unrecognisable, becoming a monster (metaphorically and/or literally)

faith in something that ultimately betrays

being gay and being supppeerr dramatic about it

Alice in Wonderland

i love all versions but have a soft spot for the 2010 movie

fav character: the mad hatter/tarrant hightopp

the 2009 miniseries is weirdly good

alice in wonderland is a war story. to me.

i feel similarly about alice through the looking glass 2016 as i do about wonka 2023

once again, i’ve been writing a fic based off the 2010 movie for years but have yet to publish any part of it. one day, i promise.

Loki

my love for loki started in 2012 when i saw the first avengers movie in theaters but has since grown into a love of norse mythology and its extended history and lore. loki by mevlin burgess is one of my favorite books and is, in my opinion, the best portrayal of the character in recent years. neil gaiman’s norse mythology is also great.

i love tom hiddleston so so so so much<33. he is a phenomenal actor and also a really nice man and deserves so much more recognition than just being “that hot guy who played that villain in marvel.” i recently had the pleasure of sitting in the audience for an interview he did and it was the best day of my entire life. only lovers left alive is one of my favorite movies.

i hate the disney+ show except for the literal last 20 minutes of the last episode which gave me everything i’ve ever wanted out of a loki story.

i used to be really, really, really, extremely into marvel but pretty much stopped caring after endgame (which i feel is the case for a lot of people). that being said, i still love tony stark and spider-man, particularly the toby mcguire movies (cough cough…alfred molina as doc ock <3333).

Star Trek

obsessed with tos and tng, particularly the movies (undiscovered country is my fav!). huge fan of picard. don't really care about the aos movies or a lot of the newer series. i'm also currently watching voyager (janeway is insane i love her).

spent a lot of my nerd life not understanding the appeal until i started watching tng in april 2023 and swiftly became Aware of why it's one of the most famous franchises of all time. also as someone who's super interested in fandom history, particularly queer fandom history, i don't know why i didn't get into trek sooner.

spock is my fav character because he is literally me. i am always crying over him. no one understands spock like i do (<- is exaggerating knowing he is one of the most famous characters in all of pop culture history). we are both mixed race and jewish. we are both autistic and queer. there is literally no other character whose mixed identity is portrayed so well and as such a significant aspect of their story, and i (along with so many others) see so many of the internal conflicts he deals with in myself, particularly when it comes to his relationship with his parents.

sarek's biggest hater. like bestie, YOU married the human.

data is my second fav. mccoy is a close third. picard is a very close fourth. unification pt 1&2 are my fav trek episodes!!!

huge spirk/spones/mcspirk shipper. because duh.

Doctor Who

my favorite show since 2012

fav doctor: capaldi

fav companions/other characters: donna, river, missy/the master. and yes, the tardis

fav episode: heaven sent

murray gold invented music and is everything i aspire to be as a composer

please no moffat discourse i will block you

that being said, chibnall ruined doctor who. jodie whittaker deserved so much better and i do not blame her, an amazing actress, for the horrible writing she had to work with.

currently working my way through classic who and the eu

Other Notable Favorites

Arcane

Nightmare Before Christmas

Danny Elfman/Oingo Boingo

The Mighty Boosh/Noel Fielding/BritCom

Flowers/Will Sharpe Films

Good Omens

Frankenstein

Shakespeare

Dan and Phil

Adventure Time

Wes Anderson Films

The Beatles

The Picture of Dorian Gray/Oscar Wilde

The Adventure Zone/The McElroys

AURORA

Other Things I Blog About

Robots & cyborgs, dolls

Body segmentation/body horror

Fashion/Fiber Arts

Nostalgia

Clowns

Nature

thanks if you read this far xoxo

[jillyb2004]

Hey!! have you ever shipped a crosship rarepair from 2 different fandoms? my favourites are Rectangular Businessman (12 oz mouse) X Magic Myc (inside job) X Bill Cipher (gravity falls) and Pyronica from gravity falls x Man woman from 12 oz mouse !!!

Yeah I have actually! In fact I now have 3 CrackShips that I’m absolutely proud of…

The first one I made was Tattoo from The Secret Life of Pets and Short Fuse from The Penguins of Madagascar Movie

The Second one was Cape from Cats and Peachtopia aka Cats 2018 and Loki from Total Drama’s Ridonculous Race that was so batshit crazy that it will be the most out of the 3 to unlikely ever become canon

My newest addition to my CrackShip line up is Mr.Boss from Smiling Friends and Deputy Denny from Squidbillies

If I were to rank all of my CrackShips based on how their relationship would last and their likely chances of ever becoming canon in a potential crossover, I would put it like this…

#1. Mr.Boss x Deputy Denny since they are both owned by Adult Swim and Warner Bros respectively and although they would have a poor start with Mr.Boss being a wealthy businessman who has psychological issues but is very kindhearted and Deputy Denny being a stick in the mud and a literal man child, but overall they do manage to make their relationship seem comprehensive and even got married at one point while having Lucy The Daughter of The Devil be there surrogate mother for their baby daughter Janice (who is an oc I’ll potentially make in the future) and become one big happy family

#2. Tattoo and Short Fuse since Short Fuse is a reliable member of The North Wind and what if he saved Tattoo’s life at one point or another and it just worked out over time?! Tattoo is a shy awkward pig who is very fun once you get to know him and Short Fuse is a wildcard but can also have his arrogant moments but manages to tone it down in front of Tattoo so that he wouldn’t end up scaring him away and ruining his reputation in The North Wind organization. Plus the other members of The North Wind are very inflamed (especially Classified) about the fact that Short Fuse is dating a pig that he saved one time and still kept him around for so long! Short Fuse ended up quitting his job at The North Wind later on to focus more on his love life and his future family of 3 adopted kids named Sparkle (an elephant seal), Ricky (a naked mole rat) and Corky (an axolotl) after getting marrying Tattoo shortly after leaving which is why his old pals who worked at The North Wind betrayed him and never bothered showing up to his wedding since deep down inside, Short Fuse really misses them

Now he has new friends to hang out with called

LugNutz (an elephant) BBQ (a porcupine) and Quaff (an ostrich) that him and Tattoo often go to a bar in time square New York

(Yay More Oc’s to make in the future!😊 Great…😒)

#3. Cape and Loki since Cape is 3d and Loki is 2d, their possibilities of being canon are just nonexistent since Cape is from a movie made from China and Loki is from a show made in Canada and since Cape is too lighthearted and optimistic for Loki’s aggressive and outrageous attitude, it’s pretty clear that they might never last a long term relationship

So that’s all you need to know and if there’s any more CrackShips I might come up with in the future, I’ll be sure to let u guys know!

Anyways stay safe out there and have a good rest of your day!

[misfortunelady69]

𖣘Flirting with the enemy 𖠄

Luna crossed her arms, tilting her head with a smirk of her own. "Mortal, huh? You sound pretty high and mighty for someone who just got Hulk-smashed into a fine Asgardian pancake.”

OC x platonic avengers.

Funny, random and illogical content.

The dust was settling over New York City, but the aftermath of the battle felt anything but calm. Broken buildings, streets littered with debris, and the distant wail of sirens filled the air. SHIELD agents and first responders were scattered around, working to restore order in the wake of the chaos caused by Loki and the Chitauri.

Luna, a SHIELD agent known for her unconventional methods and razor-sharp wit, strolled through the ruins with her hands casually stuffed into the pockets of her tactical pants. Her wild black hair was tied back in a messy bun, and she was whistling as if she hadn’t just helped fight off an alien invasion. She dodged agents barking orders and Avengers who were decompressing from the battle.

"Ah, the sweet smell of victory," she muttered to herself, eyeing the rubble with a smirk. “And maybe a little cosmic radiation. Eh, nothing a little coffee won’t fix.”

As she walked toward the wreckage of Stark Tower, she spotted him. Loki, in all his shackled glory, standing between Thor and a few SHIELD agents. His expression was calm, almost bored, as they prepared to cart him off to who knows where. Despite being bruised and beaten, he held onto his regal arrogance—shoulders straight, chin up, like a king awaiting his sentencing.

Luna’s eyes sparkled with mischief the moment she saw him.

“Well, well, well,” she muttered, a grin spreading across her face. “If it isn’t the god of mischief himself, looking a little worse for wear.”

Ignoring the glares of her fellow agents, she casually sauntered over to Loki, Thor shooting her a warning glance as she approached. “Agent Luna, this is not the time—”

“Oh, come on, Sparkles,” she interrupted Thor, her voice dripping with playful sass. “The guy just tried to take over the world and got his butt handed to him. He could use a little... cheering up.” She winked.

Loki’s eyes flickered with interest as she approached, his lips curling into an amused smirk. "And who, pray tell, is this mortal who dares approach me?"

Luna crossed her arms, tilting her head with a smirk of her own. "Mortal, huh? You sound pretty high and mighty for someone who just got Hulk-smashed into a fine Asgardian pancake.”

Thor, ever the responsible one, stepped forward. “Luna, this is not a joke. Loki is dangerous. He killed countless people today, tried to subjugate the Earth—”

“Blah, blah, blah.” Luna waved Thor off, leaning in slightly toward Loki, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Heard it all before. Murder, mayhem, chaos, yada yada. But look at him, Thor. Can’t you see how fabulous he is while doing it?”

Thor groaned, rubbing his temples, clearly having dealt with Luna’s antics before. “Agent, this is not the time for your... inappropriate humor.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, intrigued now, despite the bruises on his face and the shackles on his wrists. “Fabulous, you say?” His voice was low, silky, full of that dangerous charm that always kept people on edge. “I must admit, it is refreshing to hear some appreciation after such an unpleasant afternoon.”

“Oh, honey, I appreciate many things,” Luna quipped, taking a slow circle around Loki, eyeing him up and down. “Like that flowing cape? Very dramatic. The horns? Perfect accessory for world domination. And let’s not even talk about the cheekbones. Those could cut glass.”

Thor was glaring now, stepping between them as if shielding Loki from Luna’s unusual brand of flirtation. “Luna, this is serious. He just—”

“Relax, Point Break,” she interrupted again, patting Thor on the arm. “I know he’s a mass murderer and all that. You think I don’t get the memo? I work for SHIELD. But we’re in New York, and if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere, right?”

Thor just sighed in exasperation, glancing at the other Avengers, who were watching this exchange with varying degrees of disbelief and amusement.

Steve Rogers stepped forward, ever the symbol of righteousness. “Luna, he tried to enslave the world. Are you really—”

“Oh, Cap, don’t act like you haven’t noticed the guy’s jawline,” she shot back with a wink. “I’m just saying, if we’re all gonna be taken over by an alien god, at least it’s someone with style.”

Loki chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down most people’s spines, but Luna only grinned wider. “You seem to have a rare... appreciation for true power,” Loki drawled, his voice low and teasing.

“True power?” Luna feigned thinking about it for a moment, tapping her chin dramatically. “More like true pizzazz. You’ve got that whole ‘I’m-too-cool-for-your-puny-world’ thing going on, and I’m here for it.”

Natasha Romanoff, standing a few feet away, leaned toward Clint Barton. “Is she... seriously flirting with him right now?”

Clint shrugged, clearly entertained. “I mean... she’s not wrong about the cheekbones.”

Loki's smirk deepened as Luna came to stand directly in front of him, her hands resting on her hips. "Tell me, Lady Luna, do you make a habit of flirting with the enemies of your world?"

Luna shot him a wink. “Depends. Do all of them look like you? Because if so, I’ve got a long career ahead of me.”

Thor grunted, glaring at Loki now, clearly not pleased with how much his brother was enjoying this. “Luna, stop encouraging him. He’s dangerous.”

Luna shrugged. “Sure, he’s dangerous, but he’s also hot. The two aren’t mutually exclusive, you know.”

Steve groaned, running a hand down his face, while Tony Stark, who had been watching silently, finally chimed in. “You know, I’ve gotta say, as the guy who just had his tower demolished by this dude, I’m oddly fascinated by how this is playing out. Are we... allowing flirting with the war criminal now?”

Luna shot Tony a look. “I’m just keeping it professional, Stark. And by professional, I mean I’m enjoying the view while we decide where to lock him up.”

Tony chuckled. “Right, professional. Just as long as we’re all clear that he’s not exactly date material.”

“Oh, I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” Luna replied, waggling her eyebrows at Loki. “But if he’s into... ‘casual world domination,’ we could talk.”

Thor stepped forward, finally done with all the banter. “Enough. Loki is going back to Asgard to face justice.”

Luna put on an exaggerated pout. “Aw, does that mean I won’t get to interrogate him personally? I had a whole list of questions ready—like how he keeps his hair so shiny after a full day of mass destruction.”

Thor grabbed Loki by the arm and started to lead him away. “You will not be interrogating him.”

Loki, however, couldn’t resist one last parting word. “Perhaps, Lady Luna, in another time, we might have... collaborated.”

Luna gave a mock salute. “I’ll be waiting, Twinkle Toes. You know where to find me.”

As Loki and Thor disappeared into the distance, Luna crossed her arms and sighed dramatically. “Gods, I love my job.”

Steve looked at her, still in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yep,” Luna agreed, grinning. “And that’s why you all love me.”

[that1nerd-20]

Hydra hurt us, but he brought us together Masterlist

Keira Williams was a Hydra asset known by many as Reaper. But, after 2012, she was forgotten in Cryo. When the Avengers found her, she ultimately was handed over to SHIELD, where she would become an agent. Keira becomes an Avenger, but when Bucky resurfaces as the Winter Soldier and Steve wants to go after him, she helps Steve even though shes risking her home with the Avengers. Old memories and feelings resurface, but will it be enough?

Bucky Barnes X F!Oc

Warnings: THIS IS AN OC FIC NOT A X READER!!, there will be mentions of death, death, abuse, mentions of SA, mentions of suicidal thoughts or actions, Canon typical violence, eventual smut. If there is any missing please tell me.

there will be fluff and soft stuff i promise!! 😭😭

Authors note PLEASE READ: please mind my rant here. there will not be an endgame or Infinity War. I hated those movies and almost all of the shows that took place after them. (Lil update here, there might be like an AU Oneshot where the only thing that really happens is steve goes back in time and like what if, keira is the one to get the shield after john walker. (Will not follow the events of the show cause i havent watched it, i just know info from videos about the show.))This whole book will be a happy one (for the most part) where everyone is alive; there's no super unhappy ending. If you don't like that you can leave. So no Steve going back in time (because that just throws his whole arc out the window), no Wanda vision, no Loki show (that show drives me nuts and I hate it with every fiber of my being), no She-hulk, and no ‘no way home’ (still haven't seen it, and never will) we are also going to pretend T'challa is alive (but rest in peace Chadwick), also no love and thunder either.

(That movie ruined Guns and Roses for me, also it made no sense to me, also I'm probably gonna get hated on but fuck Jane) pretty much all of the Avengers live together, besides when Tony and Pepper get married and he moves out, all of the Avengers + Loki (and yes he lives with the Avengers) live in the Avengers compound (the one they move to after the tower) obviously there will be some avengers that dont live in the compound, like Antman, captain marvel, and strange. but yeah, hope you enjoy this,

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

And more to be determined

[the-princess-of-loki]

The Switching Gamble

A little twist on Loki and Sygin's wedding.

Part I: Illusion.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC (reader)

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff. A little angst.

I was sitting on my dresser as five maids surrounded me, putting on the last details of my wedding attire. My wedding dress was a strapless white corset embroidered with the most beautiful jewels from all the realms and a golden cape hung from my bare shoulders. I didn’t want to look at the mirror in front of me. I looked outside the balcony’s window, instead, where the day was coming to an end as a metaphor for my own life. Every second that passed by, my heart was getting more out of control, my breathing more hectic and my tears’ threat to fall was stronger.  I didn’t know how much time I could take it, so I ordered in a voice barely above a whisper:

“Ask Prince Loki to come.”

I didn’t miss the way my maids looked between them as if they knew my real intentions. But they couldn’t. Nobody did. Not even Loki himself. After bowing to me, one of the maids went immediately to find him, and the rest kept silently doing their work. I felt a bit relieved to know that Loki would be here in no time, however, I didn’t know how much time I was able to resist. I kept watching outside the window, trying to find calm in the pink sky, and the soft clouds. Asgard was beautiful, no matter if at that moment it felt like a prison to me. I didn’t hold it against the realm, though. I knew who was the culprit. And I was planning to do something about it. It was my last resource. My last drop of hope. My last breath of air. My most kept secret. It could be my new dawn or my last twilight. 

When the maid returned, she told me that Loki was waiting for me behind the folding screen. I thanked her, took a deep breath and stood up carefully to avoid ruining my attire. I strolled across my room towards the entrance hall of my chambers. My maids followed me, all looking at the floor. It wouldn’t be appropriate to be alone with Loki in my chambers, even if it were the entrance. Even if we left the door open. However, as soon as my eyes set on those gorgeous green orbs, I said quickly:

“Leave us,” All of my maids gasped in surprise and one of them even tried to complain, but I didn’t let her start. I just looked at them until they left me alone with Loki. He was dressed in his green, gold and black armour, shining for this joyous occasion that was my wedding. His curly, black hair was a little messy, but it suited him. Neither of us said a word for some time. We just looked at each other’s eyes. Our expression didn’t give away anything, but our eyes spoke for us.

“I should not see you before your wedding, Jade. I should be helping my brother to get ready,” Loki said after a while, his green eyes betraying him. I smiled softly.

“Were you doing that?” I asked, knowing the answer already. He tried to repress his smile, but he couldn’t.

“No, I was not. That does not change the fact that I should not be here,” I took a deep breath. His natural essence invaded my nostrils, filling me up completely with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

“You do not care about that or you would not be here otherwise,” I tried to remain calm, although my voice came up in a higher pitch than normal. Loki looked at me with more intensity. He knew something was up. He was just waiting for me to say it. “There is something important you must know before this wedding takes place,” I finally declare, feeling my heart throbbing against my chest.

“Go on, then. What is this urgent matter that does not let the bride enjoy her day?” Loki was being ironic, but his eyes told me he really cared. He wanted to know if something was bothering me for real. I took a deep breath, getting ready to say everything I had been saving for so long a time.

“You must know that Thor and I are getting married today because that is what the All-father has ordered us. However, our feelings are merely friendly. He is not in love with me and I am not in love with him,” I started shakily, but my voice gained confidence as I went on talking. I took one step forward and lifted one trembling hand until I rested it on Loki’s chest. His heart was beating as quickly as mine. “I love you,” I whispered. Loki put his hands on my waist but still looked down at the floor instead of meeting my gaze. After a long while without him saying anything or moving, I whispered again: “Please, say something.”

“There is nothing I could say that would change the results of this day, Jade. Even if I were to confess my feelings to you, it would be useless. The All-father has spoken and there is nothing we can do against it,” Loki whispered, looking into my eyes. His teary green orbs gave me the courage to take another step forward and put my other hand on his cheek. I caressed it, our skin meeting making electricity going down my body.

“I still would like to hear it. Would you please me?” I asked in a whisper. Loki looked at me and sighed before nodding.

“If you really want me to humiliate myself and say it, I shall do it for you,” he shifted his gaze to fix it on my eyes. “I have been in love with you since the first day I saw you, Jade. I love you so much that every time we are not in the same space, my heart aches. My breath gets stuck in my windpipe every time I see you. I have to refrain from running after you like a lost dog. Your smile brights up my whole day. Your eyes are the lighthouse that guides my every step. You-”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I brought his face down to mine and joined our lips in a loving kiss. I felt like a phoenix, being reborn again from the ashes as his thin lips softly moved against mine. His big hands on my waist brought me closer to him, and I passed my arms around his neck. I could feel his heart beating wildly. His cinnamon-tasting breath invaded me as his cold lips moved with expertise on mine. I felt a rush of emotion that was both sweet and powerful. The kiss was like the first sip of a fine wine, complex and nuanced, with layers of flavour and texture that unfolded with each passing moment. It was a kiss that spoke of love and connection, a moment I knew would stay with me for a lifetime. 

Our lips parted for a second and our eyes met briefly. Even if it was just a second, I could see the brightness of his emerald-like eyes. Loki was as happy as I was. We kissed again, this time more passionately and forcefully. We have been waiting a lot of time to do this. As our lips met, a wave of desire washed over me. Loki’s kiss was intense, fiery, ravishing, all-consuming. I couldn’t resist his hunger and didn’t want to either. His hands on my waist pulled me even closer to him and I couldn’t help running my fingers through his wavy, shoulder-length, black hair. The kiss was wild and uninhibited, a moment of pure passion that seemed to ignite a fire within me. I lost myself in the moment, lost in the sensation of his lips on mine, lost in the heat of the kiss. Our tongues met and played together, as our kiss deepened. The last sound I remember hearing was a moan coming out of my mouth as his tongue danced with mine. I got completely lost, only feeling Loki. All my universe was just Loki.

I came back to reality when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on mine as we were both breathless. He caressed my waist through my wedding dress, as I kept caressing his hair. I kept my eyes closed as I tried to recover my breath and then slowly opened them to meet his green eyes. I met his hypnotic stare and I found myself licking my lips, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

“Run away with me,” Loki whispered as his gaze still haunted mine. “Let’s escape to a realm where the All-father cannot find us and be happy together. I beg you, Jade,” I smiled softly at him, caressing his pale cheek that now was a little bit rosy because of our kiss.

“We cannot do that, Loki. What kind of life would we live? Always fearing the sight of others. No, if we want to be happy, we need to do something else. I have a plan if you are willing to risk yourself,” Loki’s stare did not leave room for doubt. He was ready to do anything.

I explained everything to him, and Loki helped me to polish my plan so there wasn’t room for error. We couldn’t risk failing. Failing meant both our deaths. It wasn’t an option. We didn’t have much time to plan everything, though, since we had already spent too much time alone in my chambers and everybody at the palace would start to doubt. And rumours flew by too quickly. So we shared a final sweet kiss and he went away as my maids returned to put the final details to my wedding attire. I could only hope that everything went smoothly.

-0-

I waited for the doors to the throne room to open for me. I was wearing my wedding dress with my veil and my flower bouquet. Everything was ready. My heart was throbbing in my chest, my mind repeating like a chant that someone would discover my real intentions. It wouldn’t matter if it were only me: I could face death without fear. But there were more people involved in this, especially Loki. I couldn’t go on living if his life was at risk because of me. I couldn’t go on living without him, to be completely honest.

The great golden doors opened and I took a deep breath before I started to walk down the path that was created for me with rose petals on the floor. I walked calmly and with my head held high towards the throne where Thor and Odin were waiting for me. The first looked at me with a soft smile, his long blond hair perfectly combed backwards, while the latter monitored my every move with his only eye. I reached the base of the throne and bowed in front of the All-father, to show him my respect. Thor grabbed my free hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb and we both heard Odin pronouncing our wedding vows in Asgardian first.

“I, Odin Borson, All-father, declare you two united in marriage for the rest of eternity. No force in the universe shall break your bond, sealed by these marriage runes,” Recited the All-father while he drew the marriage runes in our palms, Thor’s left and mine right.

Once the marriage runes were drawn, I gave one of my maids nearby my bouquet and turned to face Thor. He gently lifted my veil, smiling softly at me the whole time. We both gazed into each other’s eyes. Thor first brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles tenderly. Without a word, Thor leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a soft and loving kiss. I felt his love radiating through every inch of our pores, and I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. As the kiss came to an end, we still looked into each other’s eyes. However, now I was looking into Loki’s green eyes. It was obvious that during our short kiss, Loki had lifted the illusion that made him seem in appearance like his brother. I didn’t bother to fake surprise, as this was my plan all along. However, the rest of the throne room fell in a deadly silence. One could hear the gasps of surprise from everybody in the room. Even Odin’s radiating fury was palpable.

“Loki,” the one-eyed said through greeted teeth. “How dare you disobey me!? How dare you steal your brother’s bride!?” Odin shouted, making the whole room tremble with the roar of his voice. Frigga quickly approached him, trying to calm down his temper. “Jade, princess, I offer you, in the name of my son, our sincere apologies. We shall rectify this situation immediately-”

“All-father, if I may,” I dared to interrupt him. I was feeling confident now that my plan had finally worked out and everything was perfect. “You have asked me to marry a prince, and I did. In your speech, you said that no force in the universe could break this bond. So I shall remain with my husband.”

Part 2: here.

[stuckonjbbarnes]

sleepover with the oc's (& the boys crash it 👀) pls 🖤

The Proverbial Punching Bag {OCs x Marvel Mens}

Summary: Immediately following the ending to At Least Not Alone, the gang has a sleepover.

The OC Fics (in order of appearance)

A/N: Thanks for never giving up on me writing about my OCs and helping me remember who did what @buckysmischief

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“We’re still having a sleepover right? Steve didn’t ruin it, right?” Sasha whines.

“Yes, you’re all still welcome to stay, even Steve.” Sawyer adds before acknowledging her ex, “I forgive you for the way it ended. I don’t regret anything that happened after, so stop beating yourself up and let me be happy in my fucked up choices. Be happy with your own choices, that’s all we need.”

“I- knocking cuts Steve off.

“I’ll get it!” Jazzy jumps up, “I called in a reinforcement and he’s bringing more pizza!”

“YOU INVITED J?!”

The door swings open and like a flash Sawyer leaps over the couch and throws herself into a man. Pietro watches over his bottle of beer, as she’s twirled. The rest of the group watches in mostly confusion, save for Sam and Bucky who share a similar look of recognition.

“J? You guys know Joaquin?” Sam asks, attempting to piece something together.

“Know? I grew up with him!” Jazzy smiles, “He’s my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Joaquin pouts, playfully jabbing her in the ribs.

“And therefore my undisputed favorite.”

“You know those two?” Sawyer throws a thumb over her shoulder towards Bucky and Sam, “I’m so sorry…”

“I’ve done a mission  or two with Sam…Bucky, I see your sleeve is still intact today.” The man grunts in reply, not at all the Bucky that Sawyer was used to but rather reminiscent of his soldier days.

“Would it kill you to be nice to new people for 2 seconds?” Sasha unsurprisingly berates him, causing a blush to creep across Bucky’s cheeks.

“It actually might,” Sam smirks.

“Fuck off Sam.” Bucky gripes, causing the whole of the apartment to erupt in laughter.

“Wait…so you guys are like friends? I thought you hated each other.” Joaquin’s eyebrows knit together and he receives both looks of sympathy and some eyerolls.

“Frenemies.” Tali shrugs.

“No no. They love each other.” Monroe intercedes.

“They’re both boring. Can we move on to someone significantly cooler?” Jazzy asks.

“Thor?”

“Can we not bring my brother into this?” Loki groans.

“J, who are you texting? Sitting over there with a goofy ass grin on your face…” Sawyer turns her attention to Torres.

“Just the love of his lifeeee.” Sam teases.

“Her name is Wren. If you must know.” Joaquin says, eyes not moving from the screen, “She’s just a girl from Tinder.”

“...that he saved from a shitty date. Twice.” Sam adds, throwing pieces of popcorn at the man.

“Well I want to meet her.” Daisy pipes up, earning a round of ‘of course you dos’ from the group. 

“No..no. Daisy’s right.” Sawyer agrees, “I’d like to meet her too.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time they shared feelings over something.” Scott chuckles.

“SHE THREW A POTATO AT HIM!” Loki and Tali both yell, much to Steve’s embarrassment.

“I think I’m missing something here.” Joaquin squints.

“It’s a lot to unpack.” Pietro shakes his head.

“I think you could write several movies with the amount of drama and hysterics in this friend group.” Sasha offers, “I would recommend running while you can.”

“It’s too late. He’s been introduced. He knows too much.” Tali smiles, looking less than friendly.

“Hey, miss witchy-woo, tone it down for like 5 seconds.” Scott interjects, “We’re making friends here.”

“This is the most fascinating night of my life…” Joaquin murmurs, “...and I’ve been curb stomped by a supersoldier.”

“BUCKY!” Sawyer’s jaw drops as she takes in her closest male friend.

“Woah. Woah. Woah…I did NOT.” 

“Sorry…flag-smashers.” J attempts to hide his grin. “I don’t think I’d be here right now if Barnes did it…”

“I can’t believe you think I’d curb stomp someone, Sawyer.”

“Bucky…you killed the majority of my newsroom.” She defends herself, “All I’m saying is it could’ve happened.” “He’s only known me for a few months.” Joaquin interjects.

“Have you seen, Mr. Grumpy-face over there?” Monroe challenges, “If stares could kill.”

“I told him about the staring thing…” Sasha sighs.

“We’ve all told him Sash.” Sam adds. 

“Can we stop ganging up on me?”

“See how not fun it is to be the proverbial punching bag?” Daisy asks.

“CALLING YOU EVERY FLOWER OTHER THAN DAISY WAS FUNNY…YOU TOLD ME YOU LAUGHED.” Sawyer cries, “I thought we moved on.”

“As the proverbial punching bag, I’d have to agree that it’s Bucky’s turn.” Steve nods.

“I hate you.”

“That’s your best pal.” Joaquin states, “...read about it at the Smithsonian.”

“And sometimes I hate him…”

“Sometimes we all hate each other.” Jazzy chimes in, “makes sleepovers more interesting.”

“So what do you say, Torres, you in the group or what?” Bucky asks and Joaquin breaks into a slow smile.

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[soul-system]

Tortured

Loki x Reader

Part 2

Summary: A young sorceress finds herself locked deep inside Asgard's well renowned prison, feeling that her punishment is extremely harsh she soon realises the true intentions of the authorities and turns to the aid of a mischievous trickster.

Trigger warnings: Rape, abuse mentally and physically

Kind of follows Thor: The Dark World

I do not own any of the Marvel characters mentioned in this book apart from my oc' Zeanna'.

Next part>>. Series masterlist

I awoke in a room with a chain around my neck, hands and feet. What on earth had I done to deserve this punishment I questioned as my eyes flitted around the small cell like room. I noticed my previous soggy clothes had been changed into a more presentable Greek styled toga enabling an open view to my plump chest with a slit cruising up high to my waist. This new outfit worried me immensely, especially due to my encounter with the ill minded guards before hand. Thankfully no headache had emerged from the blow to my head although I could tell it was still sensitive with the slightest movement of my hair causing a sting on my scalp. Before I was able to inspect my injuries further a large door opened revealing the men that I had encountered earlier. I flinched and scurried towards the furthest corner in the room. " Shush now princess" the same guard that restrained me early cooed, before him and another guard grabbed the chains that connected to my wrists. "You've got a little meeting with Odin" the other guard sneered as the two of them pulled me forward out of the room, dragging me behind them to which I assumed was the throne room.

I was utterly confused, I had not committed a high profile crime. I had enchanted several pigs in order to have a slight laugh around the city, surely this was not worthy of a visit to the king. I raised my head as we entered a beautifully decorated hall with guards standing stern either side of me and the white bearded man himself sitting in front of me on his throne. However A tall, raven haired man stood confidently before Odin, he too was shackled like me and followed me with his piercing blue eyes. I audibly gulped and bowed my head before the king." We may begin" Odin bellowed.

With a nod Odin instructed the prisoner beside me to walk. He walked forward and with a clang he pulled is legs together. All was silent in the throne room, until a menacing laugh echoed of the walls. The dark haired man looked around as he continued to laugh, his eyes lingering on me slightly. "I really don't see what all the fuss is about" The man stated with a certain assertive tone to his voice.

"Do you not truly feel the gravity to your crimes?" Odin questioned " Wherever you go there is war, ruin and death" he finished. I continued to look towards the floor as the chained man spoke again. "I went down to Midgard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent God" The man smirked. "Just like you" he finished. "We are not gods, we're born, we live, we die, Just as humans do" Odin stated. "The man smirked again, nodding sarcastically "Give or take five thousand years" he finished with a smug smile. "All this because Loki desires a throne" Odin commented causing me to look up. That was Loki, I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid to not have put two and two together. " It is my birth right" Loki demanded. "Your birth right was to die !!" Odin roared causing me to jump. "As a child, cast out onto a frozen rock" Loki's jaw clenched." If I had not taken you in, you would not be here now to hate me" Loki stepped forward talking with a fake tone. "If I am for the axe, then for mercy's sake, just swing it. It's not that I don't love our little talks, it's just... I don't love them. " he said shaking his head slightly.

"Frigga is the only reason you are still alive and you will never see her again. You will spend the rest of your days in the dungeons. "Odin concluded, Loki was pulled back slightly buy the guards allowing space for my interrogation. The man look bewildered "And what of Thor? You'll make that witless oaf king while I rot in chains?" Odin had finished with Loki at this point. "Thor must strife to undo the damage you have done. He will bring order to the nine realms and then, yes. He will be king." I was then pulled before the King as I felt Loki's eyes bore holes through my head.

"Zeanna, Misuse of magic, risk to life and safety of others and threat to city" I turned to the guard in disbelief. I stepped forward hissing as the chains caught my soar skin. "This is a lie, I did nothing of the sort, I enchanted some animals to have a silly game." I declared causing a sharp tug to be applied to my chains pulling me to my knee's. Yet again I cried out in pain. "Silence" Odin called, tears slid down my face, who knew what these monsters would do to me, I looked around the hall pleading to anyone who would look at me and it was in that instant that I locked eyes with Loki, I saw sadness and confusion in his eyes. I didn't understand why but I almost saw sympathy. I looked back to Odin almost sobbing. "For misconduct and dangerous use of magic I sentence you to 1000 years." I allowed a sob to rack through body before allowing my chin to rest on my chest in disbelief. What on earth made the elder chant bring me here. There was no justice present at all, I had just been convicted an almost life sentence for something I did not do and the only person to question the guard was myself. I rose to my feet and nodded, still allowing the tears to stream down my face. I looked to Loki once more before I was dragged from the throne room towards the dungeons.

[willgayers]

fire and ice; chapter 3

Summary; She comes from the realm of fire; he comes from the realm of ice. She’s compassionate; he’s vile. She doesn’t want her crown; he would kill for his. They’re so unlike, yet so alike. What’s going to happen when their paths cross?

(Mostly alternate universe. Will collide with the Thor- & Avengers movies later, which I obviously do not own!)

chapter 1

chapter 2

Loki was laying on his bed, repeating the action of throwing a tiny ball up in the air and then catching it again, when his brother Thor knocked on his bedroom door before opening it.

Loki turned his head lazily.

"What?" He asked.

"Father told to invite you to dinner." Thor answered.

"How thrilling," Loki commented dryly, before turning his head and continuing to throw the ball.

Thor watched him.

"He says you went to Muspelheim." Thor said.

"Among other realms," Loki mumbled.

"How did you do it?" Thor asked, now getting in. "How did you get past Heimdall?"

"You have your looks… I have my skills." Loki said.

Thor was quiet for a moment.

"Father also says you met a Princess."

Loki stopped throwing the ball, closing his fingers around it now.

"I didn't know there was one in Muspelheim." Thor said.

"Neither did I." Loki mumbled.

"What was she like?" Thor asked.

Then he smirked a little.

"Pretty?" He asked.

Loki sighed, shaking his head.

"No." He mumbled. "Not just pretty. Exquisite. Like out of a dream. The Asgard girls got nothing compared to her."

"Wow." Thor said, looking impressed as he blinked.

"You know, I've always been curious about the Midgardian ones." He then added, smirking a little as he raised his brows. "I've heard they're gorgeous, too."

Loki turned to look at him, and then raised his brows a little.

"But Loki and a princess…" Thor then smirked wider. "Who would've thought? And not just any princess! The princess of Muspelheim! She must be a fiery one."

He winked at Loki.

Then Loki sighed, and shrugged as he got up.

"Well, I am never going to see her again." He said. "So… That was that." Thor frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Father said I am not allowed to use the Bifrost again." Loki said. "Not before I'm… Wiser. And older. And who knows when he decides that is."

"So you'll see her then," Thor shrugged.

"No, Thor," Loki mumbled. "Once… Once I get access to the bridge again, she's long forgotten me. She's found herself a prince. And probably rules Muspelheim by then."

"Well haven't you got a positive attitude towards this," Thor snorted, smiling a little.

"Shut up." Loki just growled, and walked past Thor to the hallways. "Or I'll turn into a snake again and bite you in the arse."

The smile on Thor's lips faded away, as he frowned a little annoyedly.

"Hey! That was never funny!" He said, before rushing after Loki.

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Agni sat by the dinner table, pursing her lips together.

Hephaestus glanced at her.

"Agni, you haven't touched your food." He said.

"I'm not hungry." Agni answered.

Hephaestus stared at her with a small frown, before he raised his hand up a little, and the waitress that had just poured him water turned around and walked out of the hall.

"You have to eat." Hephaestus said. "It's delicious."

"I said I'm not hungry." Agni said, turning to look at her father.

Hephaestus didn't say anything for a moment.

"Is this about the boy?" He asked.

"Don't be ridiculous." Agni narrowed her eyes a little. "Can I go? I have to finish my book."

Hephaestus looked at her.

"Which book?"

"History of Muspelheim." Agni answered fast. Her father eyed her a little suspiciously for a moment, before nodding.

"Alright." He said. "Go."

"Thank you." Agni said, and got up.

She walked out of the dining hall, and glanced behind herself to be sure no one was following her, before she sneaked her way to the library. She walked to the back of the room, and stopped as she placed her hand on the wall.

Then she looked around once more, and turned back to the wall.

"Anoígo," She said, and the wall in front of her opened, revealing the forbidden books- section.

Agni made her way in, and the wall behind her closed, as she made her way to one of the shelves, and grabbed the book;

History of Asgard.

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Later that day Agni was in her bedroom, twirling a finger around in the air bored, causing small sparkles of fire to shoot out of it, when one of the maids; Celtera, the oldest one - walked in.

"Oh-" Celtera spoke, starting to back out. "Miss Agni - I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bother your highness."

"It's okay," Agni said, and Celtera smiled carefully, before she made her way back in, and begun to fold Agni's bedding.

"Celtera…" Agni started, and Celtera turned to her immediately.

"Yes, Princess?" She asked.

"Have you ever heard of the realm called Asgard?" Agni asked.

Celtera raised her brows a little.

"Asgard?" She asked.

"Yes," Agni said. "It's one of the nine realms." "Of course," Celtera said, smiling a little. "Miss Agni… Haven't you?"

Agni frowned a little confusedly.

"No," She said. "I have never. Why?"

"Well, I would've thought," Celtera said, now a little confused too. "Princess, your mother - She was an Asgardian. Right?"

Agni's eyes widened as her lips parted.

"What?" She asked.

Celtera frowned.

"You… didn't know?"

"No," Agni said, shaking her head. "I... No."

Celtera's lips parted.

"Oh, my-" She blurted out. "I am so, so sorry. Me and my big mouth. Please, Princess - forgive me."

She dropped down to her knees and put her hands on the floor.

Agni looked at her.

"Celtera- What are you doing?" She asked.

"Aren't you angry?" Celtera asked. "I went beyond my lines. I never should've…"

"It's… okay," Agni said. "Please. Get up."

Celtera glanced at Agni, who nodded at her reassuringly. Then Celtera got up.

"Thank you," She said. "You're… You're so kind."

Agni smiled a little.

"Like your mother." Celtera added.

"Are you sure that she was an Asgardian?" Agni then frowned. "As you know, I... I never knew my mother. And my father, he… He never told me. Anything."

Celtera looked at her.

"The death of your mother was very hard for the King." Celtera said, quietly. "I've worked in this palace for more than three thousand years, Princess. I remember his pain. Your father wouldn't let anyone see him for months."

"I know," Agni said. "Which is exactly why I'm asking you, Celtera. I know you know things."

Celtera twisted her mouth.

"These are not the things I should talk to you about, miss Agni…" She said. "I shouldn't be talking to you at all, for the matter of it."

"Please, Celtera," Agni said, grabbing her arms. Celtera flinched a little at this. "I need to know. Father isn't telling me, and he's not letting me out there either. If my mother truly is an Asgardian, then…" Short silence.

"Then everything my father has taught me about traveling between realms has been a lie." Agni said.

Celtera didn't speak for a moment. She glanced down, and then turned her gaze back to Agni.

"That thief…" The maid started. "Was he an Asgardian?"

Agni looked at her, and then let go of her arms.

She nodded.

"Yes," She answered. "He's a prince."

Celtera smiled a little.

"A prince, hm?" She asked.

Agni smiled a little, as she blushed and glanced away, embarrassed.

"Do you fancy him?" Celtera asked.

"I don't even know him," Agni now shook her head as she looked at Celtera.

Celtera smiled.

"That doesn't mean anything." She started. "But he's a thief, Agni."

"I know," Agni sighed, sitting down. "But he... There was something about him."

"Oh, I know," Celtera chuckled. "He's a handsome, dark stranger. Of course you're intrigued by him. And a prince, too."

She continued to fold Agni's bedding.

"But my father… He'd never agree." Agni mumbled.

Celtera pursed her lips.

Then she turned to look at Agni.

"Yes." She said.

Small silence.

"Did he mention his name?" Celtera asked.

"Loki." Agni answered.

"Hm." Celtera just hummed.

"What was she like?" Agni then asked.

"Who?" Celtera asked.

"My mother." Agni said.

Celtera looked at her for a moment, and then started to smile.

"She was beautiful," She said. "And brave. A lot like you."

"But if she was from Asgard…" Agni was a little confused. "How come she was still a woman of fire?"

"Your highness…" Celtera shook her head a little, not wanting to go there.

"Please, Celtera," Agni said. "I won't tell anyone."

Celtera was quiet for another small moment, before she sighed.

"Very well." She said. "May I sit?"

"Of course," Agni said, and Celtera nodded.

"Thank you." She sat down.

Agni looked at her, waitingly.

"When your mother was born… Asgard was very different." Celtera said. "It was violent."

"Violent?" Agni frowned.

"Yes." Celtera nodded. "And… She was the daughter of a blacksmith. He wasn't making a lot of money, so they didn't exactly live under the best circumstances. But your mom, she could control fire."

"So… Mom was just… lucky?" Agni quirked a brow.

Celtera snorted.

"Not exactly." She said. "Your mother was adopted. The blacksmith wasn't her actual father; nobody knew who her real parents were, not even your mother herself. For all anybody knows it could've been possible that she was just the daughter of two witches; but different, that she was. And she never felt like she belonged."

"And when she was about your age; a little older, she ran away from Asgard. Things were getting too awful." Celtera continued. "That's when she discovered our realm. Muspelheim. The land of fire. She felt like she belonged here; like in here, she wasn't different."

"And that's when she met your father. The Prince - of that time." Celtera smiled a little. "Your mother was always very kind towards all of us. She never treated us like we were… slaves. Or somehow lower. Not that your father would treat us any differently, of course. The Queen just had… another kind of compassion."

Agni looked at Celtera.

"Celtera…" She then started. "I don't feel like I belong here."

Celtera frowned a little.

"Dear, it is your birthright to rule this realm one day." She said.

"I know it is, it's just…" Agni shook her head. "This whole place!"

She threw her arms up.

"It's so depressing!" She blurted out. "There's nothing but fire and darkness everywhere! It's dull! Celtera, I- I don't think this is where I'm meant to be!"

She got up.

"I want to travel. I want to see the realms, I want to- I want to go to Midgard one day!" She said, and Celtera dropped her jaw.

"Oh my lord, Princess!" Celtera said, shocked as she got up too. "You should lower your voice, you'll upset the King if he hears!"

"To hell with my father! He doesn't understand!" Agni said, and Celtera's eyes widened.

"Miss Agni - that is not the way to talk about your father," She said. "You ought to show some respect."

"But Celtera, you've traveled!" Agni let out a whiny sound. "You've seen the other realms! You know what it's like out there!"

"Yes," Celtera said. "But that was when I was a child."

Agni looked at Celtera, tears glistening in her eyes.

"I don't wanna just get stuck in here." She spoke, her voice shaky. "I want to see what the universe has to offer me. I want to see what I have to offer."

"You're going to make a great queen one day, miss Agni. That's what you have to offer." Celtera smiled.

"But I wanna be more than that." Agni said. "More than just a queen. Of Muspelheim."

"That's very ambitious." Celtera said, not exactly in a flattering way.

Agni just looked at her, not saying anything.

Celtera twisted her mouth, and then sighed, shaking her head.

"And… In this fantasy. If you were to leave Muspelheim." She started, turning her gaze back to Agni. "What would happen come the day your father passes? Hm? You know Surtur would take over. He would destroy everything."

"Surtur isn't real, Celtera," Agni said. "He's just a horror story to tell children."

"Surtur is very real, miss Agni," Celtera frowned. "And it is part of your responsibility to rule this realm. To protect it. To protect the other realms; to keep our horrors locked."

Agni frowned at her.

"Your mother would want you to do that, too." Celtera added. "Just like your father."

Agni glanced down.

"My father, he..." She started. "He wants me to become something that I'm not. He wants me to... to become him."

Celtera looked at her.

"And I am not him," Agni said, shaking her head. "I'll never be. And..."

Small silence.

"Sometimes... I swear, he blames me for what happened." Agni let out a breath, shaking her head again.

Celtera pursed her lips as she looked at the young girl.

She was quiet for a moment, before she started;

"No." She said.

Agni lifted her gaze back up to her.

"Firstly, Princess; What happened, was absolutely not your fault. Your father knows that. He would never blame you for it." Celtera shook her head. "And secondly..."

She grabbed Agni's hand gently with both of her hands, and smiled warmly.

"You don't have to be your father. You'll never be. You are you." She said. "And who you are, is a wonderful young woman, who is going to achieve great things one day."

Agni listened to her words carefully.

"You've got a good heart, miss Agni. You have been blessed with the gift of empathy. Forgiveness." Celtera smiled. "And looking at you, every day, is exactly like looking at her."

Agni smiled softly.

"Kindness is never a weakness, my child." Celtera smiled. "Don't you ever forget that."

The princess looked at her, the depth of Celtera's words touching her.

She nodded carefully.

And just like that, breaking the bubble, the door burst open.

"Madame." A guard snapped to Celtera. "Please leave the princess's room."

"It's okay," Agni said to them. "I gave her the permission."

"No, I'm leaving." Celtera smiled to Agni.

Then she looked at the guards, and saw how they looked back at her.

Now her lips parted as her brows furrowed a bit.

She stopped for a moment as she stared at the guards, before she put her pokerface back on, and turned to look at Agni once more.

"Thank you," Agni mouthed at her, and Celtera gave her one final smile.

"Now." The guard spat, grabbing Celtera rather harshly, and pulling her out of the room.

—

Celtera was walked to the great hall of the palace, where Hephaestus' throne was at.

The guards shoved her to in front of the stairs, where the maid kneeled.

"My King." She started.

"Save it." Hephaestus said, the tone of his voice strict. "On your feet."

Celtera did as told.

Hephaestus glared down at her from his throne, before he got up, and walked over to the woman.

"In what corrupted state of mind did you think it was acceptable of you to talk to my daughter about her mother?" He growled, and Celtera felt her stomach turn around.

"Your highness…" Celtera started carefully. "Miss Princess asked me to."

"I don't care," Hephaestus snapped. "I don't care whether she asked you to. That is under no circumstances any of your concern. You went great beyond your lines, here."

"I understand." Celtera nodded, dropping her head. "I am so sorry, my lord. Please, forgive me."

Hephaestus clenched his jaw, as he stared at the woman.

Then he lifted his gaze back up to the guards, and nodded.

The guards grabbed Celtera harshly from the shoulders, and she lifted her head.

"My lord-?"

But Hephaestus didn't say a word. He turned around, and begun to walk up to his throne again, as the guards dragged Celtera out of the hall.

"My lord!" She still tried to call, but the doors closed.

"Please, no," Celtera sobbed as the guards kept on dragging her on the hallways, going towards the big, black door. "Please, don't do this!"

"I've been working in this palace forever!" She cried. "Don't do this! No!"

But the guards shoved the door open, and threw Celtera in, slamming the door shut.

"No!" She shouted, smacking her fists against the door. "Let me out!"

The degrees in the room must've been a trillion, and Celtera could feel the sweat rising to her skin.

Then she heard it.

The jaw that was hanging low froze that way, as did the wide open eyes. Fear took over them, her entire body, as she slowly breathed.

And then, with trembling feet, she turned around,

and faced the dragon.

[take-me-tom-hiddleston]

OKAY. I NEED AMELIA AND LOKI WITH “Do you have any idea what time it is??” Please!

#TMTH800 Drabble #2

Title: Affirmation

Pairing: Loki x OC/Loki x Aemilia

Words: 1,504 (I’m slowly getting better at drabbles but still not there yet)

Warnings: None

ACK YESSS THANK YOU @gimmeshoesinhell. I was hoping for some sort of request with them!! I hope you like it (and I’ve SO enjoyed getting to know you lately. I think we may be kindred spirits, you and I)!

SO to tie any Ruin readers over waiting for the next ch, here’s a little snippet between Loki and Aemilia post their first ILYs and prior to the events of Thor. HOWEVER, you don’t have to have read the main fic to enjoy this. At least I’d like to think so.

Loki had always sought solitude within the quiet halls ofthe palace library. As children, when Thor would run off to play with the youngLady Sif or Fandral instead of his smaller, younger brother, Loki would quietenhis hurt feeling by immersing himself in large book of spells, cuddled up inthe corner with a blanket and an empty journal to fill with all his notes andthoughts and musings. Maybe if he studied hard enough, he could become apowerful enough sorcerer to match Thor’s mighty strength.

As childhood became just a glimpse into the past and Loki hadgrown tired of a particularly rambunctious Thor and needed a quiet escape, hewould sneak off to the vast floor of written history and would be swept away intales of old. Or when Loki found himself struggling to meet the expectations ofhis father, he would be studying other worlds, other languages, other cultures,any subject that happened to draw his insatiable curiosity in on thatparticular day.

He was his mother’s son, after all, and as he perused thenever ending shelves, he would frequently hear Frigga’s steady voice in hishead, reminding him that knowledge waspower, too. And if he could learn just one new thing of value that day, hewould be more powerful than he was the day before.

So after his thoughts and concerns were utterly disregardedat yet another royal council meeting, Loki immediately retreated to acomfortable spot in the library upon dismissal.

He held the book a little tighter than normal that day.

Minutes turned to hours as he sat there, leafing throughpage after page. Sunlight streaming through the windows gave way to cool, bluemoonlight. Eventually, all patrons left until he was the only soul in the vasthalls, with just a single candle at his side. That was good. He liked it thatway. Though, that day, he never could completely quiet the small tinge of lonelinessin his chest. That didn’t matter, however, because there was work to be done.

He was five pages to the end of an anthology on the might ofthe ancient Dwarven forge, Nidavellir, when a velvet voice suddenly soundedbehind him.

“Do you have any idea what time it is??”

Loki jolted in surprise, so absorbed by the book that he hadnot sensed the presence behind him at all. He turned around in his chair to seea familiar, pretty face staring down at him with sweet, sleepy hazel eyes.

A little smile quirked at his lips and warmth spread throughhis chest. He couldn’t seem to contain it whenever he saw Aemilia. Not anymore.

“I wager it’s late?” he replied with a smirk, closing thebook and looking to her. She was wrapped up in a green silk floor-lengthdressing gown over her usual slip she slept in. Her dark auburn waves weretwisted in a large messy braid down her back, with a few nefarious little curlsescaping and messily framing her face. The warmth intensified.

Aemilia amusedly scoffed. “It’s earlier rather than late atthis point. It’s two hours until sunrise.”

Loki’s face fell a bit. That was indeed much later than he had imagined. Then again,now that he thought about it, his eyes didfeel rather heavy.

“How long have you been here?” she asked, wrapping her robea bit tighter around her. The air had a bit of a chill.

Loki turned his chair to face her and outstretched his hand.She smiled lightly and accepted it, intertwining her fingers with his. Hegently pulled her across his waiting lap, and a tiny content giggle escaped herlips. He relished the contact, that pang of loneliness he felt earlier entirelygone now that she was here.

“I’ve been here since the council meeting was dismissed.”

Aemilia paused and did the calculations in her head. Hereyes widened. “Loki that was hours ago.The meeting assembled at midday.”

He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I losttrack of time. I needed to do some work.”

She stared at him, her sharp gaze calculating and piercingthrough any façade he could muster. “…What happened at the meeting?” she asked.

He nearly rolled his eyes. Had he truly become thattransparent around her? Of course, Loki never took into account that it wasn’tthat he acted more transparent around her, it’s that another person aside fromhis mother finally knew him well enough to see through him. “The meeting was…themeeting. Nothing out of the ordinary from any of the others,” he weakly deflected.

Aemilia absentmindedly ran her fingers over the divots anddesigns of the leather on his chest. “And your proposal for the Light Elves?”

Loki’s mouth turned downwards in a scowl. “Politely tossedaside, as per usual. That old withered hag Hilde did say it ‘had potential’ upon further work and could bereaddressed at a later date, however.”

Aemilia grinned at Loki’s feistiness before reassuring, “Butthat sounds slightly promising!”

He scoffed. “Unlikely. They’re follow-through is atrociouslydismal.”

Loki looked off into nothing, his eyebrows seemingly frozenin an irritated furrow. Aemilia’s face fell. When would others see Loki as shehad?

“Hey,” she said gently, placing one hand on his neck andtracing her thumb across his skin. When he didn’t look over to her, in aspontaneous whisper of an idea, she got up from his lap momentarily so shecould straddle him.

That got hisattention. His eyes widened fractionally as he watched her, his large handsimmediately settling on her hips. “Hey, shewhispered again, lightly pushing his face up to her with one finger under hischin.

Those sharp green eyes reluctantly met hers, annoyed thatshe could so blatantly see his frustration. She looked to him, one hand on hischeek and eyes glittering. “One day, others will see what I see in you.”

He chuckled. “What? My dashing good looks?”

Aemilia affectionately rolled her eyes. “I believe everyone already sees that. I’m talking aboutyour intelligence. Your strategic mind.” His eyes softened, not expecting suchheartfelt encouragement. “Loki, you’re calculative, observant, remarkably talented, strong-willed, wellspoken, and you deserve to be heard.To be respected. You will get your chance to show that to the people. You just…haveto be patient and not lose who you are in the process.”

Loki swallowed, a lump in his throat. Hearing such validation from this woman whom he admired so much…hestill wasn’t used to such a sensation. Being appreciated. Valued. Acknowledged. He doubted he would everbecome accustomed to it.

Entirely unsure of what to say for once in his life, Lokisent her a little smile before fully wrapping his arms around her in a tightembrace, burying his face in her neck. Aemilia chuckled breathlessly, happy herwords seemed to reach him, and warmly accepted his hug, cradling the back of hishead in her hand.

They simply sat there for a long moment, Aemilia relishinghis touch and Loki breathing in the gentle yet intoxicating smell of roses inher hair.

He’d barely said this out loud to her a handful of times atmost, and it still irrationally scared him to do it, but he couldn’t hold itback. His embrace tightening, he muttered into her neck, “I love you, Aemilia.”

She let out a breath, her heart suddenly racing. A widesmile bloomed across her face as his words washed over her. She still couldn’tbelieve that they were in this place, that they had become this. It was withouta doubt the most thrilling and wonderful feeling in all of the galaxy, and shefelt her very soul spark with life when he said those words to her.

She pulled away so she could look at him and saw areflection of what she felt in Loki gazing up at her, face open and vulnerableand genuine. He leaned his cool cheek into her warm open palm. “And I love you,Loki. With everything I have.”

His lips turned up in the smallest smile she’d ever seen,but it was so pure and peaceful ittook her breath away.

Aemilia leaned down and pressed a gentle, barely-there kissto his lips, to which he quickly came to life under. His breath hitched in histhroat before he kissed her back, bringing her in deeper. His arms tightenedaround her waist and pulled her closer, and he moaned quietly into her mouthwhen she gripped his hair a bit tighter.

That ever-present physical connection they possessed flaredto life instantaneously. Suddenly, all they needed in the whole Nine was simplyeach other.

Their kiss deepened and intensified until they could nolonger continue without coming up for air. Loki’s lips immediately foundAemilia’s neck as she gasped for air and gripped at the sturdy leather on hisback. “T-take me to bed?” she proposed breathlessly.

Loki groaned, biting at her shoulder. “With pleasure.”

[swallowtailcherry]

Curiosity

Loki x Goddess!Reader

1. Another dumb idea yet again but it involves Loki and my opinion on his hair...

2. Reader is gonna have personality traits to one of my ocs (I'm sorry but I feel like she fits this) but you can be yourself.

3. You are taller than him (I know some of us are short, but not here!)

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Throughout the entire council, you stared at the green haired god with your eyes full of curiosity. You weren't even paying any attention to the topics spoken between your fellow deities, too fixated on the Norse god's head.

"I wonder if Loki's hair is as soft as it appears?" You pondered, your eyes shining with more curiosity. Your hands were rested on your lap, gripping your dress.

You were so distracted, you didn't notice that the council had ended until one of your servants grabbed your attention.

"Lady (Y/n), the council has ended." She said. You hummed and got up from your seat that resembled your throne back at home. You gave her a smile and walked behind her. Your servant guided you out of the meeting room and put a protective arm in front of you when one of the minor gods walked past you.

"Ah, there's no need for that, my child. I'm capable to protecting myself." You tried to reassure her. The girl's face flushed in embarrassment, bowing down repeatedly.

"I apologise, Lady (Y/n)!" She said, her voice filled with panic. You blinked and gave her a soft pat on her head, like you always do to your servants.

"Don't apologise, my child. You did nothing wrong." You said to the girl, standing her up straight. You often treated your servants like they were your children, so this wasn't a surprise to the female servant.

"Now, please go do your duties. I don't need help with anything right now." You urged, waving your hand to dismiss her. The girl stuttered out a protest, but you ignored it and went on with your day. You let out melodious hums, making your way out of the castles. A gentle breeze hits your face and blows through your hair. Suddenly, you detected a faint but familiar presence behind you.

"I know you're there, Loki. Your stealth doesn't work on me anymore." You casually cheered, your smile ever so sweet when the god decided to show himself.

"Aww, little jewel~ always ruining the fun~" He teased, patting your head like a puppy. You rolled your eyes playfully, punching his shoulder softly.

"And how am I ruining the fun?" You snickered.

"You seriously don't know? I knew how you were looking at me." His lips formed a slightly crooked smile, leaning closer to your face. Your playfulness completely disappeared, the heat rising to your face.

"You were staring at me the entire time, like a curious little kitten~"

"I wonder why- huh?" Loki completely stopped talking when he felt your hand on his head, stroking it. Your (E/c) orbs widen with fascination.

"I only started at you because I was rather curious about your hair. I never knew it was this soft!" You continued to play with his hair, accidentally brushing your fingertips against his face and jaw. The god, however, didn't know how to reply. He certainly didn't expect such boldness from a goddess like you. It didn't mean he hated the feeling. In fact, he loved it.

"Your hair's so soft!" You cooed, pulling him in for a hug and resting your head on his own. It would've been somewhat nice...

If he wasn't suffocating in your chest.

Loki didn't know where to put his hands, too distracted with the soft and warm feeling of your chest. Yes, he has noticed how voluptuous you were, but never paid full attention to it until now.

"I was right. Your hair is as soft as I thought." You couldn't help but fawn over the god's hair. Finally, on his end, you let him go, your hand reaching down to pat his head once again. When you pulled your hand away, Loki grabbed it.

"You think you can get away with what you just did?" He hissed, his hand tightened around your wrist. You were scared he was mad, but quickly noticed the lack of hostility in his tone and calmed down.

"With what?"

Loki kept his mouth shut and dragged you to his room, pushing you in and locked it. Unexpectedly, he put you on the bed and hovered over you with a wicked grin.

"You can put those hands to good use~"

[frostironfudge]

Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter One

Summary: Loki believes that soulmates are just a consolation prize to immortality. Then he meets you, and he can't understand how you were forged just for him. You both fall in love. But then he breaks your heart.

Will he be able to piece it back together?

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader

Warnings: usage of drugs by reader, canon level violence, raised voices, angst, soul bonds mentioned, angst, mutual pining, slow burn?, vampires, drugs, glass shattering, no injuries, swearing, Minors DNI

Word Count: 3471

Chapter Two >

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Chapter One - I See Stars Instead

smoke surrounds the air clinging onto the clothes, the haziness mimicking how the mind felt, dazed. she sighed.

silence final-fucking-ly.

she would cry if it weren’t for the bliss felt by her right now.

his green eyes not haunting her thoughts, her fingertips no longer aching to be tangled in his dark hair, his smile not causing a painful tear into her heart.

why hadn’t she sought this out that first month she wonders? instead of making a mess of her eyes and pillowcase.

she couldn't even member his lies now;

“i won’t leave you, witchling.”

“i love you too much, my little witchling.”

“eternity, infinity, my love, is ours.”

she can’t remember the baritone of his voice engulfing her as she would lay against his cold chest. he made her feel the warmest she’d ever felt. as though she harboured a million suns within her being. because of him. he did say she brought a light into his life.

she scoffs taking a deeper inhale, the smoke befriends her, gently caressing her cheeks and corners of her eyes.

even if she tried to think about it she can’t recall, good. she takes another inhale of the burning joint, before passing it on to the next person.

being serenaded and beckoned deeper, thousands of stars appearing at the periphery of her vision as does the forest. pain sears through her head and neck as the mind begins to wander there.

‘oh come closer, my witchling. follow me’

no.

not the forest.

get out of the forest.

“witchling never follow me into the forest. even if you hear my voice calling do not follow.” the past words echo.

she glances back at the stars, as the smoke burns through her chest, tucking the broken heart under its spell.

the numbness manifests itself, seeping into every aching crevice.

peace, finally.

she stumbles to her feet when the seventh freshly rolled joint is lit.

“care for something stronger?” the friendly stranger questions, their features blurred, Y/N rubs a hand over her face they shake the bottle, the tantalising tune of the pills have decreed her decision.

finally stumbling the way to the car, resting her head against the cold car door frame, her exhale makes soft vapours across the glass.

“Darling?”

No, no, no, no, no.

she doesn’t turn, she should not turn. do not fucking turn even a muscle, Y/N. she screams at herself.

how is it wearing off so soon?

“your scent? why do you smell different?” she can hear the probably feigned concern lacing though his voice, dripping as the sweetest honey, corrupting her weary mind.

ruining her well paid for high.

because her fucking body knows, knows how he tastes, better than any of the shit she’s had in there.

he knows how his touch on the soft rolls of her skin could send shivers through her, numb her in the best way.

“look at me.” Loki requests.

oh he is being demanding, does the sentence taste of longing? she wonders.

“you’re not here.” Y/N tells him, willing herself not to cry or sound broken, “you aren’t here, you left, you left, you fucking aren’t here, why won’t it work?” She bit her lip, eyes closed still, please let this be a horrid trip of the drugs.

“witchling, if you turn around, you will see that I am here.”

her hand reaches into her pocket, she can feel the curve of the remaining pill between her fingers, contemplating, what he says next will determine her actions.

“witchling, please, look at me.” Loki almost begs.

she hates him, she decides.

she hates how his voice can compel her to do anything.

she hates how can feel her body wanting to turn.

she hates the fact she can feel his suffocating concern tread across her chest. that was supposed to be gone.

therefore Y/N grabs the handle of the car door, placing the pill in her mouth as she swiftly shuts the door and locks the car.

“open your mouth.” he is next to her. god his scent is engulfing her, oud, amber with hints of bergamot. he’s only been in the car for two minutes but it feels as though he’s been next to her for far longer.

she finds the stars climbing across her body, she’s going to feel it again; the numbness. that makes her happy even in his presence.

“look at me.” he says again. “open.” His fingers grip her jaw, his patience with her is wearing thin, the curt responses give it away. it feels fucking good to know she still had the ability.

she shakes her head, movement limited by his grip.

he presses onto the sides of her jaw gently trying to open her mouth.

she complies, once the pill almost one with her system.

“what did you take?” his voice becomes and echo, and Y/N can feel herself begin float, amongst the stars with a smile.

it doesn’t light up her face, Loki observes.

“they keep you away. you make it hard to think, heal, live, breathe. now going to go, I’m numb, can’t feel you, can’t remember you or your lies, you left, and you will go again, and again.”

she gazes outside the window, finally opening her eyes, not meeting his.

Loki notices the bloodshot appearance in the window reflection.

her scent changes once more he attributes that to the pill. Y/N’s original scent is clinging at the periphery desperately; vanilla, with a hint of ambroxan.

it has become so heavily muted that he almost thought it was someone else with her face.

but then she was wearing his deep green jumper he had gifted to you.

Loki noted his scent no longer lingered on the clothing item. if this was a conscious effort of her part he doesn’t want it to be true. only the burned mixture of whatever was being consumed inside that house, lingered on the once treasured fabric.

“why are you doing this? putting these things in your body? and your scent it, it is no longer the same?” Loki tries asking again, taking her hands in his and lifting the sleeve to see if she had taken anything else in the months he’s been gone.

“does not appeal to you anymore right?” she smiled, she didn’t appeal to him anymore in anyway as he said, all those months ago.

her eyes are still on the window, Loki feels his stomach lurch, she would always find his gaze in a crowded room, and now she wouldn’t even look at him.

Y/N looks down at the phone when it vibrates, smiling as she see the picture of her best friend.

“hiiii.” She picks up, grinning.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?” Nia sounds mad, she frowns. she probably did something to upset her.

“i’m out on a studying session.” Y/N covers in her best sober voice.

“fuck, you’re back there aren’t you? at that dump?”

“i shall have you know this is a fine establishment.” she retorts.

“you promised, you wouldn’t, not after the scare we had.” Nia’s voice grows more concerned.

“What scare?” Loki asks aloud, he can hear Nia perfectly at the other end without the speaker.

“who is with you, Y/N?” Nia asks, almost knowing the answer.

“no one is with me, but the stupid drugs won’t take him away. Think I need something stronger.” She contemplates.

“Loki?” Nia asks hesitantly.

“don’t take his name.” Y/N bites her lip. tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“I’m here.” he says, grabbing her phone and putting it on speaker.

“why the hell are you here?” Nia screeches, a set of keys jangle and the engine flicks on.

“Oooh someone is in trouble.” Y/N giggles, the stars are making floral patterns now.

“You’re the one in trouble too.” Nia tells her off, huffing.

“Oooh I am in trouble.” Y/N says giggling again. one of the stars presses against her temple.

“why is she…doing this?” Loki doesn’t understand how to phrase it without offending her.

“you left her Loki. she couldn’t cope and one day we went to a party and you recall those low lives right? she was drunk walked up to them—,”

“Nia, shut up, I don’t need to tell any version of him anything.” Y/N grabs the phone out of his hands, cutting the call.

“I was speaking with her, witchling.” Loki tries using the voice that would make her do what he wanted, hoping it would cut through her haze. she stuck her tongue out at him, getting out of the car and locking the doors.

“Witchling, please,” He grabs her arm, she can feel him through the material of her jumper. of course he’s agile enough to beat the locks.

Loki has her back pressed against the car, she can feel their chests meet with each breath rising.

“please, Y/N, look at me, need to look into your eyes, please, my witchling.” Loki gently places his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze, she meet his green eyes, everything comes crashing down around her, the stars, the forest, every forgotten memory.

Loki feels a familiar tug, as though severed ties are rejoining, stitching themselves back.

“Loki,” she finally takes him in, his closeness, his eyes, this worried gaze that he holds. how is it easier to breathe suddently?

“oh, Y/N,” Loki whispers, bringing his lips upon her chapped ones, she responds to him and he hums in content.

how he craved for her closeness in all these months he had gone.

then her hands push against his chest, he pulls away,

“no.” she tells him, “no.” she tells herself. Loki’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

the threads once more begin to pull apart.

he feels the sadness return. it climbs across his chest as it courses through her heart.

the shared emotion ceases to exist.

Y/N starts moving away back to the house that held more of the numbness she craved.

Loki’s grip on her hand tightens, pulling her back between the car and himself.

“you aren’t fucking going back in there.” he warns.

“I will go where the fuck I want.” she spat at him.

“I’m absolutely serious, enough.” Loki’s anger courses through him, what has she done to herself? he told her to take care.

hell he entrusted Thor to keep her out of trouble.

“you lost the fucking privilege to tell me what to do.” Y/N pushes against him again. “you left, so be fucking gone, it is hard enough I have to—I have nothing to say to you. I have no appeal to you right? so move the fuck away, Loki.” She tries moving away from him, the floating sensation returning.

“I told you to take care of yourself, this is how you do it? by drugging yourself that you don’t fucking know reality from your goddamn high?!” Loki’s voice booms across the empty parking lot, the cars tremble at the echo and she whimpers covering her ears.

“please go away, please, I can’t, not again, not after the forest p—ple—please. not—not the forest please,” her voice breaks, his grip on her arms loosens and she slides to the ground head against her knees hands still covering her ears.

“Y/N, witchling…” Loki’s demeanour changes, he crouches down in front of her.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice. I know you can’t handle it, it, I apologise.” He reaches for her forearms, she cowers away, his hands stop midair.

“don’t, I’m not, I’m not your witchling. not anymore. you made sure of it right?” Y/N’s breathing erratic, she cowers further away as his hand tries to cup her cheek.

Loki’s head turns to the left, as a pair of headlights shine over the two of them. Thor steps out of the running vehicle, making his way to the two of them.

he crouches beside Y/N, making sure she is fine, her hair covers her face.

“hello, Y/N.” Thor greets her.

“hi Thor, wait I’m high.” She laughs.

“why are you back brother?” Thor crosses his arms, standing tall again.

“I do not answer to you, Thor. not when you can’t do the one thing I asked.” Loki glared up at him.

Nia walks over to her, “Y/N?” she gazes upward at the sound of her name. Nia is glaring at Loki then her eyes land on her best-friend and her gaze softens.

“come on, I’ve got brownies at home.” She holds her hand out and Y/N takes it, shakily standing up.

Loki feels the tug of the threads as she walks past him, begging to be rejoined.

“you’ve been giving her your blood?” Loki asks as he catches Nia’s scent similar to Thor’s own.

“I have, yes.” He answers, looking over at the pair of friends moving to the car.

“where are you taking her?” Loki questions Nia.

“away from this fucking dump.” The brunette states matter of factly.

“its a highly rated place, get it? Thor did you get the joke?” Y/N giggles, then looks up at the sky enamoured, in awe.

“yes I got the joke, extremely hilarious.” Thor offers her a grin and then she sits in the car with Nia buckling her into the seat.

“Thor come on.” Nia says getting in the driving seat.

Loki blurs and appears at the backseat next to Y/N who is still looking up at the roof of the car.

“not here.” she mumbles, “stars, stars, so pretty.”

he is about to stroke her cheek, “Loki get the fuck out of my car and away from her.” Nia turns to glare at him again.

“I am not leaving.” Loki gives her a glare in return.

Thor opens the door and pulls Loki out by the collar,

“Thor—, ooof.” Loki groans, clutching his side.

“do you know why her scent is muddled with? why she is taking these goddamn things? you, brother, you’ve made it so that she doesn’t want to feel, we almost lost her, you weren’t here. you would have not even cared had she die—,”

Thor is shoved into the side of Y/N’s empty car by Loki,

“go on, complete the sentence, I will rip your head off.” Loki grabs Thor’s head hands behind him.

“did you not tell her you never cared? that she was a play thing? who lost her appeal?” Thor bellows, turning and grabbing Loki’s neck pushing him into the vehicle. the glass cracks under his temple.

Loki struggles against his brother’s grip, his green eyes swirling towards red, Thor’s heterochromia gaze ebbs towards red as well.

“Thor you know why—,” Loki shuts up when, he hears Y/N crying, the brothers gaze into the car. Nia is grabbing away the pill packet her best friend holds, Y/N not realising the seat-belt can be undone is unable to reach for it and crying, begging for more.

“I do not care Loki, you broke her, I tried to protect her, I tried giving her your blood to heal from the addiction, when I offered mine, she refused. when she almost overdosed, she wouldn’t even take any of ours then.” Thor let go of Loki.

his green eyes returned at the impact of the words, how did the bond not make him sense the danger?

“did you try forcing it down her throat?” Loki straightens his clothes.

“brother…” Thor sighs.

they begin walking back to the car.

“what was she talking about the forest.” Loki quizzes, looking into the car and once again Y/N is admiring the non existent stars.

Nia glares at him, her jaw set.

“I don’t know either brother. I know what Nia told me, it happened after you left, three months later she started coming out of her shell again, but then,” Thor sighs,

“she had begun taking all of these things, it started out small, then we couldn’t find her, we found her here ninety percent of the time.” Thor offered a small smile to Nia to calm her down, she smiled at him then returned to glare at the darker haired man.

“Thor stop delaying just, tell me.” Loki rolled his eyes.

“oh you want to know?” Nia gets out of the car, turning the ignition off, leaving the windows cracked open.

“if you could share the details.” Loki looks at her.

“she had a fucking bad reaction to some drug she took, a hallucinogenic drug. she wandered into the forest, thinking she saw you. chased you in, she still has the scars on her legs from where she tripped and fell.”

Nia gazes back at Y/N, she was watching the roof enamoured still.

“Loki she chased the ghost of you with a fucking sprained leg. we found her, the a clearing near the stream, she had bite marks.” Nia paused as Loki growled.

“who dared to touch her?” Loki’s fists were clenched at his sides.

“brother, we don’t know, I tried tracking the scent but the minute it hit shore we lost it.”

“that is not all Loki, she remembers everything from that night, keeps replaying it, says you stood there watching because nothing appealed to you not even her being fed upon—,”

“I marked her before I left, indicative of her being… mine.” Loki seethed.

“Loki, if she took all of this it covers your scent.” Thor explained, “her own scent doesn’t shine through anymore.”

“yeah well if you were here maybe she wouldn’t need to be left just marked.” Nia raised her hand slapping Loki, he stumbled not anticipating the hit.

“babe, did you just?” Thor blinked between the two, guffawing at Loki’s blank expression and hugging her.

“oh in my 650 years I’ve never fucking seen Loki this way,” He continued to laugh.

“how long till her high wears off?” Loki cleared his throat, the one he left behind now asleep.

“usually wakes up in the morning by ten.” Nia informed him.

“is she still going to university?” He gazes at his witchling.

“yes and somehow she is still scoring well.” Nia shakes her head in wonder.

“look, Loki, we have a long night ahead, it is best if she thinks you were part of the high.” Thor rests his hand on Loki’s shoulder.

“why? I want to help… I returned for her…” Loki looks between the pair. he knows forgiveness doesn’t come by easily.

“well for one you fucking left, two, you are the reason she won’t leave these goddamn drugs, three, hmm lets see you, oh yes! you abandoned her.” Nia held up three fingers put two down to flip Loki off, then walked back to her car.

“listen, Loki, she sounded mean but she’s right, you can’t return after months and expect everyone to take you back in with opens arms.” Thor spoke gently,

“you can try to win back the trust but it will be difficult, you saw how she cowered away. there is a lot that happened to her.”

“is she afraid of me, brother?” Loki’s green eyes try finding the answer in Thor’s blue and brown ones.

“brother, I believe, she’s afraid to trust you.”

“show me,” Loki grabbed Thor’s hand.

“Loki, I won’t. it is hard enough not to think about.” Thor pulled his hand away.

“why will you not let me see?” Loki demanded, “enough with these obscure retellings brother.”

“because she asked me to not tell you. she does not want your pity. incase you were to return to check up on her.” Thor moved to the car.

“I don’t pity—,”

“did you want her to see your weaknesses? it took her a lot of time to get you to open up to her, you even thought her talking to you was pity. your belief was that the bonds were what prompted her emotions. you and I both know that is not the case. The bond places a foundation only truly acting upon it will solidify—.”

“I do not need a lecture in vampiric history.”

“Loki, I can understand your decision, I would do the same. however I am too selfish though to leave my mate. you know the implications upon them, tearing her apart? then having it still remain? brother. she would have understood.”

Loki kept quiet.

Thor nodded, “I will see you around brother, should you chose to remain in town, your room at the manor is always there.”

The elder brother gave one last squeeze to the younger’s shoulder, then swiftly sat in the car as Nia drove the three to their shared home with Loki following them through the side lines of the road, eyes on the woman who was once his to call mine.

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A.N.: IM SO EXCITED TO BE POSTING MY SECOND FIC, this idea came to me when i was halfway into writing my first fanfic - Rush. I hopw you enjoy!! please like, reblog and comment!

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[folkoreluvr]

return of the dragon I - the prodigal child returns

loki x fem oc (stark)

summary: eight years ago, gracielle stark was banished from new york and all but disowned by her father Tony Stark. now shes back with a hazy past and powers she cant quite control. ones that her enemy, loki odinson knows all too well. and when people from graces past return with threats grace loki offers a helping hand in order to get close to her and figure out her true intentions.

warnings (gonna put these at the start of the fic and then not on seperate chapters so heres all warnings for the entire fic): blood, gore, graphic descriptions of violence and injury, death, murder, sex, smut, sexual assult, grooming (not romantic), readers a stark so gals fucked up, tony stark, slight kink content, gay people, not very canon compliant, stick the dick

w/c: 1.8k

authors note: im posting a ton about this on tiktok and its also being published on my wattpad- both are under midnightsloki. thanks for reading

It had been eight years since the fall of Gracielle Stark, since she had fled New York and the grasp of her soul-sucking family.

She had once belonged to the inventor dynasty, the great Stark family but grace had been too different and she had no intent of being like her father or the four generations before him. She was no scientist or inventor or even capable of social situations, she was a recluse. she hated parties and politics and business and making tech. She had been 16 when it had happened, her banishment, but the wound that had been caused was still bleeding and it was too deep to stitch up and bandage and get over it. Her father had granted her the life she wanted by erasing her from his own, if he had claimed her so much on a whim she couldn't pretend to be shocked when Tony Stark had dropped her. Blood may run thicker than water but it can slip between your fingers just the same. but This time it's different, for everyone, this time when she stands in a loud room and sips on a strong drink in a dress no short of elegant she knows that her father did not place her there, nor can he dispense her. Not this time. she would take back what he stole from her, she could play happy families if it meant finally  getting revenge on her father for all the heartache he had caused her.

“We are about to be late to my own party where the hell is she.” Tony Stark murmured with annoyance, glancing anxiously at the Rolex his wife had gifted him last Christmas.

“She’ll be here Tony relax, don't scare our daughter away before we even get her back.” Pepper Potts had said whilst she fixed the bowtie on his collar. Whilst pepper had been ever so happy to get her “step” daughter back, Tony had been nervous. He knew he had been her ruin eight years ago and understood the deep hatred his daughter harboured for him because of it. Then the pair had heard the clipping of her gold tom ford heels as grace approached them holding her three year old sister Morgan. Her dress was made of soft silk, the olive green fabric flowed lightly all the way to her feet, the straps on her shoulders glimmered in gold and her jewellery was gold to match, two emerald green earrings that dangled softly. Her hands were scattered in gold rings and her wrists had small gold bangles latched on, a gold choker with emeralds floating along it completed her jewellery. Her signature burgundy lipstick was painted across her fake smile and her hair had been tied up as usual. Tonight it is part of her hair pulled back and into a twist. She looked as elegant as she always had and now that she was older she looked it even more.

“what happened to your dress” was all her dad could say as his three year old daughter ran over to him. His eldest rolled her dark eyes, the same eyes as him, and pulled her phone out of her Vivienne Westwood clutch.

“I wanted to wear this one, its more my style don’t you think?” she asked, pushing a piece of her brown hair off her shoulder as her mother gave her a quick kiss to her cheek.

“you were supposed to wear red, we need to look united and normal so people are less judging.” Tony stark was reaching the end of his short tether and as per usual his daughter was making him question his sanity. He found being an avenger easier than raising a daughter.

“ we look scarily alike dad I think people will know I’m your daughter, besides green is more my colour.”

“funny, there’s a very grouchy god who likes to say the same thing.” But a quick glance at his watch showed him he did not have the time to make digs at his least favourite avenger, “ok we need to go now, Happy is waiting in the car” and with that the wealthy family made their way to the party. The car ride was almost entirely silent with the two most stubborn starks not talking. Pepper had tried making small talk to smother the uncomfortable silence but her futile attempts had ceased after seeing the shared scowl across both of their faces. The event celebrating 85 years of stark industries was being held at the plaza. High ups at the company were invited along with family friends, potential investors and even the avengers team were to be in attendance tonight, now with their newest member. Graces hands began to shake with nerves, everyone would be watching her every move, trying to prod and poke at the mystery that is Grace Stark. With a deep breath she raised her head and straightened her shoulders and pushed open the doors to the golden hall. As she had already guessed, almost everyone turned to look at her but she did her best to ignore them and her rattling nerves as she descended down the luxurious carpet stairs and walked straight to the bar to settle her anxious stomach.

After three hours of endless, meaningless conversation and gin grace was ready to go home. Parties like these always dragged on, there was rarely anyone her age in attendance and the music was always stuffy. Natasha was drawling on about a mission she had just been on but Grace wasn’t listening, her attention was caught on the tall man stood in the corner, his black hair was slicked back and his green eyes focused on the crowd. He wore a slick black suit that almost looked like armour stretched across his godly shoulders. The man was Loki Odinson, her father’s worst enemy and the younger brother of Thor Odinson. He carried himself like a prince, with strong posture that radiated dignity and a calculated look that made him look dangerous, if the rest of him wasn’t already a giveaway. He was easily the tallest person in the room, taller than his muscular hunk of a brother even. It made him stand out like a sore thumb and she imagined he hated it as he looked as if he was hiding in the corner and she certainly  could not blame him

A woman on the terrace caught his attention, her soft curls blowing in the soft evening wind and her green ensemble drawing him to her. It was something different about her that kept his curious gaze on her. She looked familiar, like he had seen her before somewhere but Loki couldn’t place it.

“who is the woman talking to Natasha?” the god asked, turning to his brother who smirked irritatingly before answering.

“that is lady grace, she’s the new avenger that’s moved in the room opposite yours, how have you two not crossed paths already brother?” Thor had laughed loudly which made Loki internally cringe.

“she looks eerily familiar is all” his suave voice spoke, hiding the interest he had taken to the beautiful girl with the dark eyes.

“she’s starks daughter” his slight smirk had instantly faded the minute the name of that vile man had left Thor's lips. the norns were playing their cruel tricks on Loki again, the only woman Loki had taken even the slightest of interest to in the two years being on this planet just had to be the offspring of the man he hated most. The vain, greedy and horrid man could not have created such a stunning creature, it just wasn’t possible. She would probably be just as bad as he is, Loki thought with a grimace. Two starks, the norns were being cruel to him indeed.

Grace turned to look at the god lingering in the corner and caught her breath in her throat as she saw that he was already looking at her. She had stared at him until her face started to flush like a schoolgirl with a crush. Loki watched her for the remainder of the night, not thinking much of it until she laughed at a joke Clint Barton made and a nearby candle stick that had been left unlit burst to life with a flickering flame. Loki knew none of his fellow avengers possessed any sort of power that would be capable of doing that, he also knew of how rare that sort of power is. It had last been one and a half thousand years since someone had possessed power like it.

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Dracoris was a being on Asgard who controlled and summoned fire, they rode the large, fire breathing scaled beasts known as dragons or drekki  and fought in gruesome, violent wars that people don't even dare to talk about it. Their power was almost unstoppable, being passed between people at the decision of a mysterious and unbreakable jade green stone. Odin's daughter and heir, Princess Hela had wanted this power for herself however and so she decided to take it using the only magic in Asgard that was forbidden, blood magic. When her spell had failed and her blind rage had taken over the princess had slaughtered Dracoris in her rage, killing the last dragons on Asgard too. The three unhatched eggs were stolen from their beds of fire in Asgard's north caves where dragons lived and brought back to the palace. Upon Hela’s imprisonment the eggs were placed in the Odin’s vault.  But no amount of fire made them hatch and without their queen the unborn dragons lay cold.

Dracoris never retuned not for over a hundred years and people began to worry, none more so that the great king Odin. He was on the very brink of war with the frost giants, and pure dragon fire was the very thing he needed to win the fight with laufey and his giants.

On the stormiest night Asgard had ever seen a huntched old man covered In a tattered black cape had demanded an audience with the king and queen. the man revealed a prophecy on the return of Dracoris.

it will be many years, more than a thousand but the dragon will return. The dragons will soar the skies and the realm will see peace like any other. she will not be born to Asgard but shall be brought by love and fire. Dracoris will marry the eldest child of the rightful heir to the throne and their child shall have the blood of old elementia.

Odin had been overjoyed, almost bouncing with giddy. He smiled over at his expecting wife, content in the fact that his child would bring about the return of the dragon. haggard old man said one more thing before he left: they shall call her the dragon princess then later the dragon queen. the first that has ever been.

[notxjustxstories]

Breathless

kinktober day 5: choking 18+ only; minors dni

summary: after agreeing to stay behind with the equipment when Jane and Darcy were swept up by SHIELD, Erin ends up as the weapon in Loki's attempts at emotional terrorism.

ship: Erin Reeves (f!oc) x Loki

wordcount: 796

tags/warnings: choking, dub-con, coercion, no sexual content

kinktober 2022 masterlist | erin reeves tag | erin/loki masterlist

Erin regretted her decision to stay behind with Jane's equipment almost immediately. At first it was the boredom. She knew how every piece of equipment worked (did SHIELD not realize that?), but it wasn't going to be much use until the sun went down. Without the distraction of three other people running around, the data they got the prior night was either reviewed and documented within an hour or too complex for her to understand.

However, the boredom was a much better problem to have than her next one. She turned around from the whiteboard (her cat drawings were improving, thank you very much) and nearly ran herself through with a bladed scepter.

Erin froze, her body refusing to even take in a breath, much less try to run or fight. The blade had pierced her tank top and was pressing into her sternum, and Erin braced herself for death.

Except it didn't come.

Erin finally allowed herself to look up at who was holding the weapon, and she found herself face to face with a dark-haired man with toxic blue eyes. A look of pure befuddlement crossed his face, and he looked from where the scepter touched Erin to her face.

The man sighed and shrugged his shoulders, bringing the scepter down. "No matter," he started. "I was planning on using the scepter to control you, but there are other ways, Dr. Foster."

"I'm not Dr. Foster; SHIELD nabbed her and Darcy this morning," Erin replied. "I'm just here to watch the equipment."

Again, the man looked her over. "You were here before," he said. "While that oaf was banished."

Erin's brows furrowed together. "Oa- do you mean Thor?" she asked. "Don't talk about my friend like that!"

It quickly became apparent that she shouldn't have said that, if the hand on her neck was any indication. "That louse," the man began, "has ruined my life over and over again, and now I'm going to ruin his. Using the scepter would have been much kinder, but there are other ways to use you to harm him." He pushed forward, slamming her into the wall.

A moan escaped Erin before she could stop it.

The man- Loki, she had surmised by now- hesitated, stunned by the response to his brutality. Then, a soft chuckle escaped him. "Do you like that, mortal?" he asked, keeping the pressure on her neck just light enough that she could still breathe. "Do you like having a hand wrapped around your throat, controlling how much air you get, just a fraction away from ending you?"

"N-no," Erin choked out.

Loki just grinned. "If you truly wish to be deceitful with the god of lies, you'd do well to get better at lying." He placed the scepter down on a table, then used the hand around Erin's neck to lift her off her feet and carry her across the room, her legs kicking madly all the while.

Loki finally set her down, forcing her to sit on another table, and when he snapped is fingers, it cleared itself off. "You have two options here, girl. You can either hurt my brother when he learns how his mortal friend begged for my cock, or you can hurt him when he learns how you begged for mercy before I snapped that pretty little neck of yours. Take your pick."

Erin was nothing if not pragmatic. It was what led her to astrophysics in the first place. And she knew damn well that neither of the options she was presented with would keep her alive for long.

Solution in mind, Erin straightened her back and slowly removed her jacket. "You want to hurt Thor?" she asked, tossing the article of clothing aside. "Let me tell you exactly how to make me beg, and then I'll tell him myself."

Loki smirked, admiring the body that was slowly being revealed to him. "That does sound promising," he mused. He reached out, ghosting his fingers along his neck. "Will strangling you half to death not suffice?"

"Not if you really, truly want me to beg. Which would be more satisfying? Fucking me like a brainless, rutting bull then telling Thor I begged for it, or watching the look on his face when he realizes it's true? That you didn't have to force me at all, that all it took was a few little tricks, and you had me begging for my master's cock, ready and willing to betray my friend?"

A low growl rumbled in Loki's chest, and he unbuttoned Erin's pants, reaching down below her underwear. "It seems our conversation is already making you wet, my dear," he mused. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to hear how to make you scream."