#she was more a mother to hela then frigga

[taw-k]

Rahhhhh the urge to make an EXTREMELY long post about all my thoughts on Loki's mother.

[fandomnerd9602]

Do you have any headcanons for Hela and if she had a child (y/n)??? :3

Despite all signs pointing to otherwise, Hela is a wonderful mother

When she found out she was pregnant with you, she briefly put aside her conquering tendencies. Choosing to wait until you could walk to resume.

Odin has a real soft spot for you. His first grandchild

Hela loves you more than all of her conquests combined.

She’ll teach you how to fight before you learnt to spell your name.

Thor and Loki are born close to the same time frame, hence you grew up with them like brothers.

Having you soothed Hela’s soul a little. You are her light. Her only love.

Expect bedtime stories about her glorious battles. No nursery rhymes

Thor and Loki are more like brothers than uncles.

Frigga teaches you magic and is a mother figure to you as well.

It took time but Hela turned out to be a wonderful mother

Hela will be the first one to lead you into battle. When you slay your first enemy, a tear was practically shed from her eye.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 52

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I always come back to Loki.

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Loki lingers, his head against your arm as you sit in the hue of spring. You could be calm if he weren’t there, if he hadn’t just altered your irrevocably. His wife? 

You could’ve never imagined it. You can’t be his wife. You’re the maid. You’re lost and hopeless and unimportant. Yet he wants to marry you? You? Even your own father doesn’t want you. Until just then, you may have thought the same of man kneeling by your feet. 

Should it feel special? Should you be happy? Doesn’t every woman dream of her wedding day? You didn’t. You never expected a husband. You never had the thought to spare marriage. It just didn’t seem realistic to you. It was never a possibility you had to weigh. 

“You’re quiet,” he lifts his head slowly, looking up at you with his gemlike eyes, “aren’t you excited?” 

You suck in your lip then let it out, “yeah, I’m just... surprised.” 

“Mm, I’m sorry it wasn’t a better one,” he looks around, “no candles, no champagne... but there are flowers.” 

“Yeah, I guess, er--” 

You hear the doors and before you can face the intruder on your scene, Frigga’s voice unleashes in a shrill squeal, “did you do it? Oh, please, Loki, what did she say?” 

He shifts and clears his throat. He grips the arms rest and pushes himself to his feet. He plants a kiss on your forehead before he straightens. He lets out a breath as he turns to his mother. 

“We are getting married,” he says plainly. 

“Oh, how wonderful,” she chimes, “oh, a daughter-in-law!... Again.” She chuckles lightly, “it will be like a fairytale.” She flutters over to you as Loki moves out of her way, “darling,” she takes your hand, tugging you up to your feet, “this will be even grander than Walpurgisnacht. Oh yes, this will be unforgettable.” 

You look at Loki as he returns your helpless gaze. You pout in his direction as he shrugs. Your mouth curves deeper downward. Please help! 

“I’ve got some silhouettes in mind,” she pulls you away from the table, “Hela showed me this app, Pinterest I believe it’s called. I have all these splendid things saved.” 

‘Sorry,’ Loki mouths and turns his hands out as you’re dragged away from the sunlight and the serenity of nature. Back to the dark house where you can’t breathe. 

Inside, she takes you into the kitchen. She leaves you by the island as she flits around, dropping black tea into a pot and putting on the kettle to boil. She hums gleefully as you just stare. ‘Daughter-n-law'. That’s what she said. Would that make her your mother? 

“Dear,” she turns to you and exhales, her expression dampening, “I recall you said your mother isn't with us anymore. I understand that may make this bittersweet for you but I will be here for you. Whatever you need, whatever questions you have, I’ll be happy to help. A wedding is a big thing. There’s much to do.” 

You nod, “should we... should we hire a planner?” 

“A planner? Gods no! I fancy myself a bit of an amateur but more than adequate,” she tuts, “we could have it at the house. Or perhaps we might seek out a nice chapel.” 

You frown. It’s all so much so fast. She stops and puts her hand to her chest, “oh sorry, darling, I’m just so excited for you. I’m not trying to take over. Don’t be afraid to speak up. What do you think for a venue? Oh, perhaps a destination? Somewhere tropical?” 

You cross your arms and peer over, your eyes catching the sheen of sunlight. 

“The garden,” you murmur, “the gazebo. It’s all fixed up. We could put flowers around the rails.” 

“That’d be a beautiful ceremony but what about the reception? We need space.” 

“Oh,” you babble. 

“Certainly we could make it work. We could fit people into the garden, we may have to sacrifice a few hedges.” 

“Not many,” you mutter. 

“Pardon, dear?” She asks as the kettle clicks and she turns to grab it off the burner, “what do you mean by that?” 

“I...” your shoulders slump at the realisation, “I don’t have anyone to invite.” 

She’s quiet as she pours the steaming water into the tea pot, “that’s not true. You have us and oh, Bragi seemed quite fond of you.” 

“That doesn’t count.” 

“Why not? Dear, we love Loki because we have to, we love you because we want to,” she smiles. 

Your eyes drift away wistfully. She can’t understand. She has people, she has everything you ever wanted. Even with the promise of a pretty house, a gorgeous garden, and all that comes with it, it just doesn’t make you feel any different. 

You want a dad who loves you. You want a mother who’s alive. You want anyone who isn’t just obligated to you. 

“I’m sorry,” her voice goes low, “I’m not meaning to upset you. I’ll slow down. I understand it’s a lot--” 

“How could you want me to marry him? I don’t belong—I shouldn’t-- I can’t be your daughter.” 

“Why ever not?” She asks. 

You scoff and push your shoulders up, “I’m not good enough.” 

She laughs, but not a taunting laugh. It’s disbelieving. She takes you by the shoulders and makes you face her head on, “darling, let me tell you, you are. You... you have no idea.” 

“No idea?” You shake your head as you look at her from beneath your lashes. 

“About what you do to my son. No, you cannot see it but I do. My Loki. I’ve seen him married, I’ve seen him heartbroken, I’ve seen him through everything, but something’s different about this. About you,” he brings a hand up to caress your cheek and hairline, “you have a power over him. Once you claim it, this will all be so much easier.” She cups your cheeks and tilts her head with a coy smile, “that’s how a marriage should be, you will see. He’ll never admit it but my son is more like his father than you would think.” 

You scrunch up your nose. You don’t believe her. You can’t. You don’t have power. You’re just you. You’re not special or anything like that. You now what you are to Loki. The same thing you’ve always been to him, whether his maid, his plaything, or his wife; convenient. 

“You will see,” she assures as if she can hear your doubts, “and what always clears my mind is tea.” 

✨

Frigga expounds at length about all the possibilities ahead of you. She has grocery list that goes beyond a mere wedding. An engagement party, a bridal shower, the rehearsal, and not to mention, a scandalous bachelorette. You only sink further into anxiety. What have you gotten yourself into? 

Well, you never did say yes. You weren’t asked, were you? Doesn’t matter. It’s not like you have anywhere to go. 

You hold your chin, gnawing on your lip as Frigga rambles on about wedding colours. Green is nice but what about something subtle. Oh, or metallic. You simply nod, offering little to her monologue. 

Your eyes wander past her to the windows. The afternoon wanes as evening cools the air. You mourn the sunlight as it shifts and the curtains dull. 

“Ahem,” the clearing of a throat draws you away from your detachment. 

Frigga quiets as she glances at her husband. He stands in the doorway, greeting you both with a subtle smile. 

“I hate to interrupt, dear,” he says to Frigga, “but I was hoping I might be spared a moment with our future daughter before the sun sets. It has been a long day and I’d hate to keep her later than need be.” 

“Oh, uh, certainly,” Frigga pushes her shoulders back, her cheeks tinging a dainty pink, “time must’ve got away from me. I’m so sorry, darling.” She reaches over and squeezes above your elbow, “I have been going on and on.” 

“You will have lots of time to do so,” Odin chuckles, “but I feel the rain coming soon and I would like a walk in the gardens before then.” He tilts his head towards you, “may I have the honour?” 

Frigga nudges you dips her head, “go on.” 

You stand and swallow tightly, crossing the room to Odin as he waits patiently. You offer a sheepish look as he offers his arm. You thank him and walk with him into the entryway. He lets you retrieve your shoes before you go to the back doors and he ushers you outside. 

You’re quiet as you descend the steps and stroll between the hedges. You feel the cool dampness creeping in the air. He’s right about the rain. You cling to his arm as a shiver crawls up your spine. 

He draws away briefly, slipping off his thick cardigan, and he slips it over your shoulders. You murmur a thank you and he loops his arm with yours once again. You carry on, uncertain. You can sense he means to say something and you think you know what. He isn’t as happy as Frigga about this union. 

You brace yourself for it. For him to put all your doubts to voice. You’re not good enough for Loki. This is a mistake. You are a pretender and you don’t belong in this family. 

“My son is a fool,” he begins, shaking you with his soft but deep tone. You exhale, somewhat comforted that you were right. For once. “The way he’s behaved, foolish. And that’s to put it lightly, my dear.” He reaches to pat your hand in the crook of his arm, “you deserve much better than either of my sons.” 

You keep your chin low as you watch your feet. A twig crushes beneath your sole as leaves rustle to your left. You glance over and stare after a short tail before it disappears. It’s only then you realise where he’s leading you. 

The gazebo rises ahead of you with it’s domed roof. He stops you at the bottom and turns. He lets you go and lowers himself to sit on the step. He pats the wood next to him. As you sit, he looks up, admiring the structure. 

“You did a good job,” he says. 

“What?”  

“On this,” he touches the railing, “looks sturdy.” 

“Oh, well I... I only called the carpenter.” 

“You did what needed to be done. What my son would not.” 

“Mm, I guess,” you shrug. 

“You did,” he insists, “do you not see it?” 

“See what?” You twiddle your fingers. 

“You are much stronger than he thinks you are. Than you think you are,” he shakes his head, “you underestimate yourself. My son, as much as I hate to think I raised him that way, while whine and whine before he gets anything done. If he can avoid it, it won’t be done. But you, I see it clearly, you do things. You know what life is. You just get through it.” 

You hum and bite down on your cheeks. Not having a choice isn’t bravery. If anything, it’s the opposite. 

“You shouldn’t. Just get through it. You should have some joy. You shouldn’t be locked away in the dark away from the sunlight. You should flourish in it,” he leans against you, “don’t let this marriage be like everything else.” 

You dip your head. He sees right through you. 

“You’re wrong, I’m not strong. I’m weak. I only do things because I’m afraid,” you sniffle. 

“But you can admit that fear. You can face it. Not many people can.” 

You sighs and drag your hands up and down your calves, hunching over your knees. 

“If you want to marry my son, I will not say a word to stop you, but I do want you to make a promise to me,” he continues, “a small one. Rather, think of it as a promise to yourself.” 

“Okay,” you wilt as you look over at him. His eyes are a bluish grey with flecks of slate. His gaze is gentle. 

“It’s what we spoke of before,” he says, “you must tell my son no.” 

“No?” 

“Ah, yes, I do regret he didn’t hear more it earlier in his life but he does need to hear it. Especially from you,” he intones. 

“But I...” 

“You will. And when you do, he will listen.” 

“How-- no, he wouldn’t.” 

“Ah, I know. My son is isn’t very good at that but he will. He must. He has reason to listen now. You are not his wife yet,” he puts his hand over yours, just atop your knee. 

You give a strained look, somewhere between a smile and frown. You’re flattered that he believe in you but you don’t. He doesn’t know the way it. He doesn’t know the way you are. 

“Alright, let’s practice,” he pulls his hand away and claps. He pushes himself to his feet with a grunt and spins to face you. He adjusts his collar and lifts his chin, putting on face, almost a pinched look, “now, wife,” his voice is slightly off, “what I say is law and you will do as I say.” 

You stare at him, confused. You purse your lips and shake your head. What is he talking about? 

He grins and shows his palms, “I am him. Pretend I’m my son,” he lowers his voice, “now, we’ve had enough of this conversation and I have made my decision.” 

You pick your nail, watching him dumbly. 

He breaks character again, “say no.” 

“What?” 

“Say it,” he orders then once more his poster shifts. “Wife, I will not tell you again.” 

You blink and take a deep breath, “n--no?” 

He sputters, “pardon? What was that?” 

“No,” you say firmer, heart beating, “no, I—I won’t.” 

“But I said so--” 

“Oh, um, okay--” 

“No, no, no,” Odin waves his hands, “keep going.” 

“Uh, okay, uh, no,” you say again. 

“No? You’re telling me no?” He puts on a display which does remind you of Loki. “How can you tell me no?” 

You look at him and blanch. His grey eyes stare back, goading you on. He bows his head slightly. 

“Yes, I mean, no. Yes, I am telling you no. No,” you steady your voice, “no.” He spins his finger and you repeat it again, loudly. 

He arches his brow and puts his hand to his chest, “no?” He sounds almost pathetic, “but darling,” he comes forward and lowers himself to his knees, one at a time. He takes your hand in his, “darling, please, don’t be mad at me.” 

You scoff as his theatrics turn ridiculous. You make a face and roll your eyes, “he wouldn’t...” 

“He will,” Odin assures. “If he knows you’re serious, if you don’t give him what he wants right away, oh, I think you could give him a right scare. As I have it, you already have done.” He lifts himself slightly and angles to sit beside you again, “just perhaps this time you needn’t scale the roof.” 

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 111

The End of a King

The three of them sat on the worn wooden bench, gazing out at the endless sea stretching beyond the cliffs. Y/N hung back in the doorway, watching the family. The sun was beginning to set, casting golden light over the waves, yet a deep chill ran through Y/N’s spine.

Odin was tired. She could see it in his posture, the way his shoulders sagged, the way his breathing had grown shallower over the past weeks. She had known this day would come, but now that it was here, it felt too soon.

Thor sat on one side of Odin, his jaw clenched as he struggled with the reality before him. Loki sat on the other, more still than she had ever seen him. He was unreadable, but Y/N knew him too well to mistake his silence for indifference.

Odin gazed out at the horizon, his expression unreadable.

“Look at this place. It’s beautiful.”

Thor leaned forward. “Father, it’s us.”

Odin turned his tired gaze toward them, and a soft, almost knowing smile touched his lips. “My sons. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Loki blinked in surprise, his lips parting slightly. The acknowledgment—simple, yet so profound—struck something deep inside him.

“I know,” Thor said urgently. “We’ve come to take you home.”

Odin’s smile faded slightly. “Home, yes. Your mother, she calls me. Do you hear it?”

Thor cast a wary look at Loki, who held up his hands in a rare gesture of innocence. But Odin turned to Loki and gave him a knowing smile.

“It took me quite a while to break free from your spell,” Odin said with quiet amusement. “Frigga would have been proud.”

Loki stiffened, momentarily caught off guard. He was not used to hearing his mother’s name spoken in such a gentle tone, nor was he used to receiving any kind of acknowledgment from Odin that did not come with an air of disappointment. The words weighed heavier than they should have.

Odin placed a hand on Thor’s shoulder, the touch both grounding and final. “Come and sit with me. I don’t have much time.”

Thor hesitated but obeyed, sitting beside him. Loki followed suit, though his expression remained guarded.

“I know that we failed you,” Thor murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “but we can make this right.”

Odin shook his head. “I failed you.” He sighed, the weight of centuries pressing into his voice. “It is upon us… Ragnarok.”

Thor frowned. “No, I’ve stopped Ragnarok. I put an end to Surtur.”

Odin turned his gaze toward the sea. “No. It has already begun. She’s coming. My life was all that held her back, but my time has come. I cannot keep her away any longer.”

Thor tensed. “Father, who are you talking about?”

Odin finally turned to face them. “The Goddess of Death. Hela. My firstborn.”

The words hit Thor like a hammer to the chest. Loki’s eyes widened slightly, his calculating mind already fitting pieces together. Y/N felt her breath catch. She had heard whispers of Odin’s past, but never this. Never something this dangerous.

“Her violent appetites grew beyond my control,” Odin continued, his voice weary. “I couldn’t stop her, so I imprisoned her. Locked her away. She draws her strength from Asgard... and once she gets there, her powers will be limitless.”

Thor straightened, determination igniting in his eyes. “Whatever she is, we can stop her. We can face her together.”

Odin reached out, taking Thor’s hand in his own. “No, we won’t.” His voice softened. “I’m on a different path now. This you must face alone.”

Y/N watched as Thor’s expression crumbled, pain and helplessness flashing across his face. Odin looked between them, his gaze settling on Loki. His lips pressed together, a mixture of regret and affection softening his normally unreadable expression.

“I love you, my sons.”

Thor’s breath shuddered, and Y/N saw the way Loki froze beside her. It was the slightest movement—barely a flicker in his otherwise stoic expression—but she felt it. Those words, so simple yet so powerful, broke something inside him. For a moment, he was no longer the God of Mischief, no longer the trickster, no longer the burdened son. He was just Loki. The child who had waited his whole life to hear those words.

The wind shifted. Y/N felt the energy in the air change, the weight of time pressing down upon them. Odin turned back to the sea, his expression peaceful.

“Look at that.”

The light shimmered across the ocean, golden rays cascading over the water. The moment stretched on, the silence filled only by the distant crash of waves against the cliffs. Odin turned back slightly to look back at Y/N, privileging her with his last words.

“Remember this place.”

Then, like dust in the wind, Odin began to fade.

Y/N barely had time to process what was happening before his body dissolved into glowing particles, carried away by the gentle breeze. It was as if the Allfather had never been there at all.

Thor closed his eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly, his grief palpable. Loki remained still, his expression unreadable once more, though Y/N could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his fingers curled against his palms.

The silence that followed was unbearable.

Y/N took a hesitant step forward, the urge to comfort him tugging at her despite the space still thick with unspoken resentment. She didn’t know what to say—wasn’t sure if he even wanted her there—but old instincts stirred, pulling her toward the man she had once loved.

Then Loki finally spoke.

“So,” he murmured, his voice quiet but edged with something raw. “You’ve been here all this time.”

Y/N turned to him, startled by the sudden shift in conversation. She had expected something else—perhaps a sarcastic remark, a deflection. But instead, he was looking at her. Really looking at her. His green eyes burned with something she couldn’t quite place.

“Three months,” he continued, his voice lower now. “And not a word.”

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. “Loki, I—”

A sudden, sickening pulse of energy cut her off.

The air around them darkened, the very atmosphere trembling as a surge of ancient, powerful magic swept through the cliffs. Y/N gasped as she felt it—felt the overwhelming presence of something wrong, something deadly.

A swirling mass of green and black energy coalesced before them, twisting like a storm, and from its depths, a woman stepped forward.

Tall, clad in black and green armor, with piercing eyes and a crown of twisted black horns, she carried herself with an aura of absolute, terrifying dominance.

Hela.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she surveyed them, her presence suffocating, her power absolute.

“Well,” she purred, her voice smooth as silk yet carrying the weight of something ancient. “It seems I’m just in time.”

Y/N barely had time to react before she felt the full force of the Goddess of Death’s presence settle over them like a storm cloud.

And she knew, in that instant, that everything was about to change.

The moment Hela took a step forward, the air grew heavier.

Y/N could feel the power radiating from her, thick and suffocating, like a slow-building storm ready to crack the sky open. It sent a shiver down her spine, her instincts screaming at her that they were in danger.

Thor stepped forward, gripping Mjolnir tighter. “I don’t care who you are. You’re not taking Asgard.”

Hela tilted her head, smirking. “Oh, dear brother,” she cooed, voice smooth as silk. “I already have.”

And then she moved.

Faster than Y/N expected, her hand shot out, catching Mjolnir in midair.

Thor’s eyes widened in shock.

Y/N barely had time to react before—crack—the unthinkable happened.

Mjolnir, a weapon forged in the heart of a dying star, a hammer that had chosen Thor, shattered like glass in Hela’s grip. The pieces crumbled to the ground, nothing but dust in the wind.

Thor staggered back, stunned. “No…”

Loki reacted first. His fingers twitched, and in an instant, the Bifröst swirled to life around them.

“We need to go,” he muttered under his breath.

Hela merely smiled. “Running already?”

Loki ignored her, grabbing Y/N’s wrist in an attempt to pull her toward him and Thor as the rainbow bridge’s light began engulfing them. But before they could disappear completely, Hela lunged.

She moved like a shadow, her blades forming in her hands effortlessly.

Y/N barely had time to summon her powers, her fingers already glowing faintly—

—when Loki shoved her.

It wasn’t a calculated push. It was a moment of pure panic. A desperate, thoughtless move.

Y/N’s world spun.

The last thing she saw before everything went dark was Loki’s wide-eyed fear and Hela’s smirk as the Bifröst fractured—

—then she was falling.

Cold air rushed past her, gravity pulling her down at an unbearable speed. She twisted, trying to right herself, trying to focus her thoughts enough to teleport—but the energy of the broken Bifröst was disorienting, warping the space around her.

She could see flashes of different places, different worlds, the colors bleeding into each other like a nightmare.

And then, with a violent crash, she hit the ground.

[gothicscorpiohub]

Lost you

Genre: Romantic–Thriller

Pairing: Marvel Loki x Reader

Overview: Just after Ragnarok happened, Loki along with his wife Y/n, who is pregnant for a while, is on his way to Midgard. What he doesn't know is the plan of Thanos in action against his to derive the tesseract.

Loki sits across the table on his cozy couch in his temporary room in the ship, rereading through the Hamlet, his gaze follows the distinct dark words the vintage papers of the book holds but his mind however isn't attentive of the fiction, rather it runs through the disturbing possibilities of the near future.

It was not more than a mere hour when he saw his sister Hela and Ragnarok burn his realm Asgard into ashes, he saw the place which holds thousands years of his memories, turned into ruins. Asgard was a place he never thought himself to be emotionally attached, regardless it was the not so un- unique place where he spent most part of his life into.

He, as an infant was brought up by Odin to Asgard, to his mother, Frigga. Asgard was the place where he learnt taking his first steps, it was the place within the walls of which the sounds of his first words echoed, it was the place which holds the memories of his first fight with Thor, which he lost badly, it was the place within where Loki learnt about his true heritage, within where he was broken, betrayed, lost, within where he collected himself, within where did he gathered the courage to win up against the injustices of the realm,

except the mother realm of his is no more.

He, after knowing his true heritage of Jötunheim, never considered himself an Asgardian, but now he can't help wondering how much he was attached with his realm Asgard.

The fight had an extravagant impact on everyone, it hurted that many lost their lives but more disturbing fact is that many lost their knowns, and many lost their everything.

The only and most important thing that mattered was the soundness of his wife Y/N. He was terribly terrified of her safety during the war, she was undoubtedly an incredible warrior but at present atleast, he couldn't take any risks, not when she's five months pregnant.

"Darling," he said relaxing his back to the couch, his deep honeydew voice rumbling through his chest like a melody as he felt an soft, firm hand squeezing his shoulder. He couldn't tell how comforting this small action of his wife Y/N was. "You're fine" she said through her quiet, soft, assuring voice while giving out a weak and tired smile. He smiled at his wife's understanding, she knew perfectly when he was feeling low and when he doesn't want to talk about it.

He stood up to her and guided her to the bed of their room, seating her back against the headboard and taking her feet in his lap while sitting in front of her in the suprisingly luxurious bed on the ship. He kept a soft hand upon her swollen belly and began stroking it lightly, a smile plastered on his lips.

"I wonder how well have I acquired the good deeds to have you as my wife, darling." He said softly to her, she smiled "I've to ask this very question to myself several times a day for you, my king" her stomach then grumbled slightly, enough for the young king to notice.

It was then it hit his mind, wide eyed he said "You, my darling, in the chaos of the war, haven't eaten anything in– in two days!" She chuckled slightly, feeling tired. She pulled Loki towards her with his hands (assertively not putting the slightest efforts in the process) and gestured him to sit beside her, he still objected, panicked from inside for this pregnant belly haven't had meals for two days. "Darling, pardon me, give a minute, I'll find something." Frantically, he said. Y/n couldn't help admiring the cuteness of her husband, before he could make a move, she held his hand firmly. "That may wait a while–" she spoke calmly, her calm demeanor always turned to calm Loki with the base of his heart, her voice makes him let go all of his problems, she makes him feel to let go of everything and just to live the moment, with her. "I want to rest, if I have your consent" she joked weakly, exhaustion dripping from every word she used. Loki, instinctively guided her to lay comfortably and covered them both while conjuring a warm fuzzy blanket.

Loki didn't remember himself relaxing his head on the headboard and absentmindedly stroking y/n's hair slowly while she rests her head on his broad leather covered chest, while she's on the brink of falling asleep, or perhaps in a deep slumber already. He smiled mildly at himself, taking in the sensation of being– saturated–with everything.

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After a few hours, when he woke up, first thing his subconscious did was to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, it took him a while to remember he was inside a ship in space on his way to Midgard. Then, his gaze rested on the calm sleeping figure of Y/n curled in a ball, clutching her swollen belly and Loki's hands enveloping her securely.

Getting off the bed was quite an task if you didn't wanted your loved one who hasn't got real sleep in days to wake up from deep slumber. To be honest , Loki didn't wanted to get off the bed but, the circumstances weren't those to resemble rest, it was just not the time for it. He covered Y/n properly with blankets and instantly conjured the bag he had prepared with Y/n and settled out some packages of edible arrangements on the table, wincing at the remembrance of his wife not having meals for days and that too during her PREGNANCY.

"How's lady Y/n, brother?" Thor asked concerned. "She's resting" Loki answered

"Understandable, she's suprisingly very strong." Thor complimented, remembering her intellects while they were in the war.

"That she inconsiderably is." Loki spoke proud of her for the billionth time.

"I'd dare say, broth–" Thor stopped mid sentence, as if something has got his tongue. Loki looked up from whatever he was doing to meet the direction of his brother's eyes. Through the glass above the control panel, a space jet seemed to advance just against their space ship, protruding more and more with evey second passing.

Loki probably did knew what it was, and he wasn't proud of it.

He was here

To take the tesseract

To initiate a war

He was here,

Thanos.

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Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Ten

Loki x Reader

Chapter Ten: Upon Arrival

Summary: In Norway, Thor and Loki face their father, and then they and (Y/N) face their sister.

            (Y/N) hung back as Loki and Thor stepped towards their father as he gazed out over the cliffs, sea, and sky stretching out into the horizon. This felt a significant moment, and (Y/N) wasn’t going to ruin the moment by intruding on the family.

            “Father?” said Thor hesitantly, a bit confused at how Odin stared out at the world once more.

            “Look at this place. It’s beautiful,” said Odin.

            “Father, it’s us,” said Thor.

            “My sons,” said Odin.

            Loki’s eyes flicked up to Odin’s face. I…am your son? After everything?

            “I’ve been waiting for you,” said Odin.

            “I know. We’ve come to take you home,” said Thor.

            “Home, yes,” said Odin, nodding vaguely. “Your mother, she calls me. Do you hear it?”

            “Loki, lift your magic,” said Thor sternly. Loki shook his head, quietly showing this was nothing he’d done.

            Odin chuckled. “It took me quite a while to break free from your spell. Frigga would have been proud.” He turned to the fallen log. “Come and sit with me. I don’t have much time.” The three sat down.

            “I know that we failed you,” said Thor. “But we can make this right.”

            “I failed you,” said Odin. “It is upon us. Ragnarok.”

            “No, I’ve stopped Ragnarok. I put an end to Surtur,” said Thor.

            Odin shook his head. “No. It has already begun. She’s coming. My life was all that held her back. But my time has come. I cannot keep her away any longer.

            “Father, who are you talking about?” said Thor.

            “Goddess of Death, Hela,” said Odin. “My firstborn. Your sister.”

            “Your what?” breathed Thor.

            “Her violent appetites grew beyond my control. I couldn’t stop her, so I imprisoned her,” said Odin. “Locked her away. She draws her strength from Asgard, and once she gets there, her powers will be limitless.”

            “Whatever she is, we can stop her together. We can face her together,” said Thor.

            Odin shook his head. “No, we won’t. I’m on a different path now. This you must face alone. I’m proud of you both.” He looked at Thor. “You have become a worthy god and a far better man than I could ever be.” He turned to Loki. “And you are finding peace with another.” He gazed out at the sky. “I love you, my sons.” Loki and Thor’s eyes softened. Odin pointed out. “Look at that. Remember this place. Home.”

            And in the peaceful silence as the wind gathered, Odin’s body turned golden. He glowed, and bit by bit the light flew into the air as the god let go of his life and left to return to the stars and his wife. Thor and Loki stood and watched the light fade into the distance.

            Thunder rumbled overhead as Thor’s anger and grief started.

            “Brother,” said Loki as storm clouds rolled in, dark and billowing.

            “This was your doing,” said Thor, glaring at Loki. Sparks flew around his fists.

            (Y/N) saw the anger building from where she stood and ran forward. “Hey!”

            Loki and Thor’s heads turned to her, bodies tensed and ready for a fight.

            “He wouldn’t have wanted you to try to kill each other after whatever family moment he tried to have with you,” snapped (Y/N). “Do you want the first thing you guys do after he dies to be disappointing him?”

            Thor and Loki paused as the words sunk in. Before they could come to an agreement, however, a green and black swirl appeared out of nowhere.

            Thor and Loki stepped forward, Loki moving in front of (Y/N). Thor slammed Mjolnir on the ground, and it transformed back into a hammer and lightning struck the ground, giving Thor his armor and cape back. Green light flitted around Loki, giving him his green armor back. (Y/N) stood beside them in her jeans.

            From the green and black light, a woman stepped out. She had a black suit on, ripped in places, with green lines running over it. Her hair was wild and fell in a black mess over her face. Smudged eyeshadow surrounded piercing green eyes. The portal disappeared behind her.

            “So he’s gone,” she said, voice commanding. “That’s a shame. I would’ve liked to see that.”

            “You must be Hela,” said Thor. “I’m Thor, son of Odin.”

            “Really? You don’t look like him,” said Hela.

            “Perhaps we can come to an arrangement,” said Loki cautiously.

            Hela smirked. “You sound like him.” She cocked her head at (Y/N). “And you…a Midgardian.”

            “I have no idea who you are, but I already don’t like you,” said (Y/N), straightforward as ever.

            “I am Hela, Goddess of Death, Odin’s firstborn, and heir to throne of Asgard,” said Hela, holding her head high as she looked condescendingly at (Y/N). “So kneel. Before your queen.”

            “Loki can already tell you that I don’t take orders very well. And I don’t kneel,” said (Y/N). She had a smile on her face, but the look in her eyes spelled a different story.

            Hela’s gaze darkened. “Kneel.” A sword appeared in her hands.

            “I don’t think so.” Thor threw Mjolnir at Hela.

            She put out a hand and caught it.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. No way!

            “It’s not possible,” breathed Thor.

            “Darling, you have no idea what’s possible,” said Hela with a smirk. She clenched her hand, cracks spread across the hammer, and it exploded into lightning and debris.

            Thor braced against the power, and Loki covered (Y/N) from the explosion. As the smoke cleared, the remnants of Mjolnir fell into a heap on the ground. Hela pushed her hands over her hair, and it collected into a headdress of sharp horns. Both her hands held swords now. She stepped towards them.

            “Bring us back!” shouted Loki to Skurge.

            “No! She’ll bring Ragnarok!” shouted Thor. But it was too late, the Bifrost activated and drew them up into it.

            “Loki!” warned Thor.

            Loki looked down with (Y/N) and saw Hela coming after them as they were transported through the rainbow bridge. Loki’s eyes widened as Hela reached up for (Y/N) and she kicked her away. He grabbed (Y/N) and pulled her to him, throwing a dagger at Hela. She blocked it with her sword and threw her weapon up at them. Loki jerked back, but it clipped them, and they were knocked from the Bifrost.

            (Y/N) screamed as she hit the side of the Bifrost and fell through it, and Loki’s grip tightened on her. She squeezed her eyes shut as they fell through space in a dizziness blur of teleportation.

            “I’ve got you,” swore Loki. “I’ve got you.” It was nearly lost too the blur, but the words came to (Y/N), and her heart skipped a beat.

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            “(Y/N)?”

            (Y/N) groaned and opened her eyes. She lay under a bright sun and blue sky. Piles of random items, junk and heaps of debris, lay around her. Loki leaned over her, gazing at her with worry(?).

            “(Y/N)? Are you alright?” said Loki.

            She sat up, and Loki guided her up. “I think so. My head isn’t spinning.” She rubbed her temple. “I mean, anything is better than being dead. And I thought we were goners when we fell out of the Bifrost.”

            “We’re definitely alive,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) looked around them. “Yeah, but where?” There was a city in the distance, tall and very futuristic, brightly colored with shiny skyscrapers. “This isn’t Earth or Asgard.”

            “No,” agreed Loki. He stood and offered a hand to (Y/N).

            She took it and got up. “What’s our plan?”

            “I’ve seen ships with strange beings flying around, but they’ve been fighting with each other and…eating each other,” said Loki.

            “Okay, so definitely avoid them no matter what we do,” said (Y/N). “Well, I’m not going to argue with not dying as a plan. Seems like a good start.”

            “We should head for the city and learn how this place is run in order to avoid trouble,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) shielded her eyes from the sun and peered at the city. “Tallest tower always has the ruler in my experience. I think I can get us to it.”

            “You can?” said Loki in surprise.

            “I don’t sit on my ass all day doing nothing unlike some people,” said (Y/N). She scowled. “And I found that training let me get out my annoyance at stupid politicians and nobles.”

            “Well, focus on your annoyance at Hela and being stuck here all you’d like,” said Loki, encouraging whatever it took to have (Y/N) get them out of the junk heap and away from cannibals.

            “Gladly.” (Y/N) raised a hand and flicked her wrist. It took a moment to spin into a human size, but a portal appeared in blue light.

            “You’ve become quite skilled,” said Loki fondly.

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N) with a smile, and she stepped through. Loki followed.

            They stood at the city center before a tall skyscraper that scraped the clouds. People of all different races milled around them, not even humanoid at times. Whatever this place was, it was outside of any precise realm.

            “…What now?” said (Y/N), looking at Loki.

            “Uh…” Loki frowned as he considered. “I’m not sure. We need a reason to get inside.”

            “Let’s not beat around the bush then,” said (Y/N), walking up to the guards at the door.

            “Wait, (Y/N)!” said Loki, running after her.

            “Hey, hi,” said (Y/N) to the guards. “I want to meet whoever’s in charge of business here.”

            Loki slapped a hand over his face. For all the good that (Y/N) had done diplomatically on Asgard, she lost every one of her manners and tact as soon as she was given a chance.

            “…What?” said the guard in confusion.

            The other shoved him. “They want to see the Grandmaster.”

            Anyone calling themselves that has to be crazy. Fantastic. “Yeah,” said (Y/N).

            Loki quickly interjected. “If it’s no problem, of course.”

            The guards exchanged a look. “They’re new.” Apparently that was a big deal.

            “He’ll want to see them,” confirmed the other. “See if they’re…worth something.”

            Uh-oh. (Y/N) exchanged a glance with Loki.

            “Come with me,” said one.

            Loki and (Y/N) didn’t break away, and they followed him in, taking an elevator to the top floor of the building. A party was raging within. People, clearly higher-ups favored by the Grandmaster, milled about, smiling and laughing as techno played in the background.

            The guard guided them through, standing out in their Asgardian and Earth outfits. He brought them to a small clearing where the band was playing. An older man in a gold robe was playing a keyboard-like instrument. He paused when a snake-like humanoid was wheeled up in a chair.

            “Ah, Adderson!” said who (Y/N) figured was the Grandmaster.

            “Sssir,” said the snake person.

            “It took us a bit of time to find you! You rascal,” said Grandmaster with a grin. “What were you up to, trying to free my…uh…” He looked at the burly woman next to him. “My…?”

            “Slaves?” said the woman.

            “I don’t like that word!” whined Grandmaster.

            “…Captives who work for you?” said the woman.

            Grandmaster contemplated. “We’ll workshop it.”

            Alright, he has a slaves, don’t like him, no way, thought (Y/N), already plotting his downfall.

            Grandmaster turned back to Adderson. “Anyways, you tried to free my captives who work for me!”

            “I’m sssso ssssorry,” said Adderson. “It wasss a missstake.”

            “I know. And I know exactly how you can make it up to me,” said Grandmaster.

            “Really?” said Adderson hopefully.

            “Yes! I’m going to free you.” Grandmaster picked up a strange staff with an orange sphere at the top. “From life!” He pressed the staff to the snake person, and Adderson melted into goo as they cried out.

            (Y/N) and Loki’s eyes widened. They officially knew they had landed in a really not great land.

            “Ewwww,” said Grandmaster, hoping out of the way of the sludge. “Can we get someone here to clean this?” He threw the staff to a worker and turned away.

            “Grandmaster,” said the guard stiffly. “We have new arrivals.”

            “Huh? Don’t they usually come in a chair or something?” said Grandmaster in confusion.

            “Uh…they came in through the city,” said the guard.

            Grandmaster sighed. “My scrappers are slacking…” He turned to face Loki and (Y/N) and paused as he looked at them. “Huh.”

            “Should I send for shock disks?” said the burly woman eagerly.

            “…Are you two fighters?” said Grandmaster.

            “No,” said (Y/N), lying.

            “We’re better with words,” said Loki with a polite smile.

            “Well, that’s good, I’d hate for those pretty faces to get messed up in a fight,” said Grandmaster brightly, grinning at them.

            Oh boy/dear… thought (Y/N) and Loki.

            “So, who are you two?” said Grandmaster, leaning forward over his keyboard.

            “I am Loki,” said the god of lies.

            “I’m (Y/N),” said the woman.

            “Hmm,” said Grandmaster, peering at them as if deciding what to do. “How did you come to be here?”

            “Rainbow portal,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly. “And a history of bad luck.”

            “Family disagreement,” said Loki.

            Grandmaster grinned at their answers and chuckled. He gestured to them while looking at the burly woman. “Funny and good-looking! I like them already. You’re definitely staying with me. Wouldn’t want to miss this entertainment by sending you guys to fight.” He eyed them. “I would hate to lose such attractive faces from my parties.”

            Loki decided he didn’t like Grandmaster’s look at (Y/N) and put a hand around her waist. “We are honored to be your guests, Grandmaster. Aren’t we, my dear?” He looked at (Y/N).

            She stared at him in surprise as she felt the chill of his skin against her hip where her shirt and jeans left her skin exposed. “Uh, yeah.”

            Grandmaster grinned. “Ooh, I love young love.” He winked. “And I love to get involved in it.” He snapped and pointed at the guard. “You there, get them to a nice room, like a honeymoon suite~”

            Oh, no.

            “And you.” He looked at a servant. “Get them some proper clothes. You know the type I like.” Grandmaster looked back at Loki and (Y/N). “You two enjoy yourselves. I have a party tonight, and I expect everyone to have a great time.”

            “I’m sure we will,” said Loki, smiling and holding (Y/N) closer.

            “Welcome to Sakaar, then!” said Grandmaster.

            Welcome indeed…

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I would love to see something for excerpts for Odin's A+ Parenting Playbook.

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Midgardians say "Children are like pancakes; you always mess up the first one."

I'm unfamiliar with pancakes, and I have no knowlege of servant's duties, but it sounds as though pancakes are both disposable and of minimal value. Therefore, I must agree with the assessment that children are indeed like pancakes.

One must consider that for a king, children require minimal effort to create. It takes but a single act to get a child upon a queen, or for that matter any woman. In the event a king is unable to do so, it is just as simple to slaughter a race, invade a sacred place of worship and kidnap save an infant doomed to die of exposure. A death which the infant or the infant's parents were surely the cause of, and which had nothing at all to do with the recent actions of the king.

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Raising an only child has its benefits, though raising siblings together presents significant, distinct rewards.

When a king has but a single child, he can mold that offspring into a weapon of war. Together they shall lead campaigns throughout the Nine Realms, pillage and plunder every worthless little civilization, hoarding resource for themselves and leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.

All shall worship a king who has but one heir. All, unfortunately, but the heir.

I've learned over my many centuries that it's rather difficult to prevent an only child from becoming narsisistic. Particularly when the child is a princess of Asgard and the goddess of death.

We are all bound to make mistakes; it is how we right those wrongs that truly matters.

As stated previously, children are like pancakes. Having learned more about the lower lifeforms that inhabit Midgard, it seems the ideal method of addressing damaged pancakes is to have a servant throw them out.

By such reasoning, I ordered an elite force of warriors to imprison Hela so I never had to think about her again. She killed the entire batallion, and I must continuously siphon my power to maintain her imprisonment, but it's a small price to pay to keep her a secret and avoid awkward conversations, such as "what world will we ravage next?" and "why didn't you tell us we have a sister?"

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I started anew; fresh, with a son. And though I told Hela I no longer wished to fight wars or commit genocide, old patterns oft maintain themselves. Jotunheim began an ice age on Midgard, and it was a perfect excuse to put the Frost Giants in their place.

What's more, I obtained a tiny baby icicle to take home as a little brother for Thor. My new eldest was very young, so we told him all babies come from Jotunheim. I don't believe we ever got around to correcting that story...

As is custom, Frigga and I had received the birth and anointing announcements for Laufey's son. Thus, having slaughtered the child's mother and left his father dying in ruins of what had been a grand castle but days before, I decided to keep the child's name.

This served two purposes: I didn't have to come up with another name, and when I needed a bargaining chip in the future, Laufey would recognize it as his child, despite Loki's Asgardian appearance.

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When raising children together, one must always choose a favorite. For me, Thor was the obvious choice; he wasn't adopted or a monster.

A king must ensure not just his children, but all his subjects know which is the better child. Then courtiers might know one child is greater in every way; that despite brutish, stubborn incompetence, he deserves to inherit the throne, whatever the cost to the realm.

One may even do this subtly, by having the favorite child served first at dinner, always giving them better toys, or in the way they speak to their children.

Try these examples:

"Only one of you can ascend to the throne, but both of you were born to be kings." Simply growling when the lesser child tries to speak. Avoiding sleep until your adopted child has an exestential crisis, then choosing that very moment to take a nap. Remember, awkward conversations with children should be avoided at all costs. Putting a spell on a hammer in front of your adopted child, ensurring only people you consider worthy can pick it up. Your adopted child, by default, will never be worthy.

Each of these examples instills your favoritism, while simotaneously suggesting that you're simply parenting and governing, in a fair and reasonable manner.

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Before the Storm (Pandora's Box) - Chapter 13

Main Masterlist - Pandora's Box Masterlist

A/N: I'm back from the brink, baby! (Marvel Rivals has me in a chokehold)

Pandora walked down the large Palace halls to the throne room with confidence. Nothing would break her resolve. As her, Thor, and Loki came to a stop in front of the large doors, Loki gave her a nod of encouragement before the guards opened the doors.

In the center sat Odin and Frigga on their thrones, while next to them were Pandora’s parents. She spared no more than a glance in their direction. 

Odin had his staff in hand, and looked tired. The reason was likely to do with why Pandora was there in the first place. “What is it that you seek?” 

She took a deep breath. “Hela has escaped, as you know. She visited me in my dreams last night, something that she does through magic. She made a threat to my brother, and I want him on Earth.”

Her mother gasped. “Absolutely not! My son will not go anywhere near you and your curses! You will-”

“Take care of how you talk to her.” Loki said, glaring at the woman. She went silent, clearly wanting to say more, but not daring to. 

Pandora silently thanked Loki, and she knew that he got it.

Odin looked back to Pandora. “Why do you want him in Midgard?”

“Hela will not expect it. On top of that, she isn’t as familiar with Midgard’s territory. We will have the advantage.” She said.

He scratched his beard. “I don’t see how it is better to send the boy to Earth. Hela could rip apart Midgard easily.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think you account for all those willing to fight against her. Plus, wouldn’t you rather have Midgard as collateral rather than Asgard? She would be directed to Earth first, giving you more time to prepare if things go south.”

It was dirty, pulling that card, but Pandora knew that was all Odin was really thinking about. With this in mind, there was no reason to deny her request. It was a logical and strategic play.

“Very well then. The boy shall go with you and my sons to Midgard.” Odin replied.

She smiled. “Thank you, Allfather.” 

Her father, however, was not very happy with this. “My king, with all due respect, my son cannot be used as a bargaining chip!”

Pandora frowned. “He is not. He will be safe with me. Hela taught me some of her tricks, I can protect Finneas better than either of you could. No harm will come to him so long as I am alive.”

“I trust that Pandora will keep your boy safe, Alice. She is strong.” Frigga said, and Pandora sent her an appreciative smile.

Now that everything was settled and they had Odin’s approval, it was time to get Finneas.

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Standing outside of her childhood home–if she could even call it that–felt wrong. The house had worn since she had last seen it, as expected. But it looked like a happy home, not just a house. 

Finneas was brought out by his mother, with a woven basket full of his stuff. Pandora suspected that he was the major reason for the change, along with her not being there. 

“Pandora!” He greeted, running to give her a hug. She knelt down to get on his level and accepted the hug. She felt his mom tense, but she ignored it. 

She smiled. “It’s good to see you again Finny.” 

His eyes were wide. “I can’t believe I get to go stay with you!” He looked to Thor and Loki who were standing nearby. “And the princes of Asgard! I must be really important.” 

Pandora laughed. “Yes you are.” She got back up and resisted the urge to ruffle his hair in front of his mom.

She looked at his mom, their mom, and her smile thinned. Alice clearly wasn’t happy, but she didn’t have a choice, so she sighed and said, “Take good care of him.”

Pandora nodded, and took Finneas’ hand and made her way back to Midgard with the princes.

When they arrived, Finneas almost fell from dizziness, but Pandora caught him. “Wow!” He exclaimed. “That was my first time in the bifrost. That was cool.”

Thor laughed. “You may feel a bit tired afterwards, that’s normal.”

Finneas only nodded. He was still a bit shy about talking to Thor. 

Up ahead the Avengers were outside, ready to greet their new guest. “Who are they?” Finneas asked, curious as they walked up to them.

“Those are my friends, the Avengers. They keep Earth, Midgard, safe.” She explained. “Here, let me introduce you. Avengers, this is Finneas.” 

He still didn’t know that Pandora was his sister. His parents didn’t want him too, and as much as she hated it, she wouldn’t go against that. Perhaps it was better that way. 

She took him down the line of Avengers, introducing him to each one and telling him what they could do. He was in awe that humans could be so intriguing and powerful, and it excited him. All of them loved the boy, and she hoped that this could become a second home for him like it had been for her. 

Pandora set him up in a room near hers, which he said was much larger than his quarters back at home. She showed him the TV, and he practically entertained himself for the rest of the day.

While he was watching TV, she went to go talk to her friends. “He can’t know that we’re related.” She said, sighing.

Natasha scrunched her eyebrows. “Why not? Isn’t he curious?” 

“His parents don’t want him to know, and I don’t want to deal with those consequences. He hasn’t asked a lot about why he’s here yet, I assume he’s still in shock. But he will want to know.” She frowned. “Obviously, I don’t want him to worry, so I think we shouldn’t tell him the truth. But I don’t want to lie about it either. I’m conflicted.”

Loki thought for a moment. “Perhaps we just tell him that Asgard is in a bit of danger at the moment and we thought he should take a trip here while it is. It’s not a lie, but not the whole truth.” 

Pandora smiled. “That’s perfect. If he asks, that is what I’ll say.” She met his eyes, and didn’t look away. Neither did he, until Tony cleared his throat. 

She turned to him. “How have we set up defenses? Is it going well?” She asked.

Tony nodded. “I talked to Fury, and he’s doing everything he can on SHIELD’s part. I didn’t tell him about Finneas, as I figured he’d be suspicious about it, and I didn't want him distracted. As for us, I’ve made sure we have upgraded tech and suits, transportation, and the works.”

“Perfect.” She said, “Now all we can do is wait for her to show up. I don’t think that she’ll do it immediately. Once she realizes Finny is on Earth, she’ll want to take a few days and prepare.”

Bruce stepped in. “I have energy scanners set up around the world, several in New York, to alert us of spiked energy indicating magic from what Thor and Loki have shown in the past when they arrived on-planet. We do need you to describe Hela for us, so we can correctly identify her when she gets here.”

“She’s tall, with long black hair. Green eyes. Wears a helmet that has spiky horns coming out at all angles, and she typically dresses in black and green.” Pandora said. 

As she described Hela, Tony looked at Thor. “You really should get a DNA test.” Thor rolled his eyes.

Pandora thought for a moment. “I’m assuming the moment she’s detected, lethal force is on the table… but she might have someone with her. White, long hair and extremely pale skin. Try to avoid hurting her.”

Thor tilted his head. “Who is she?” 

Loki was the only one Pandora had told about Selia. So, she took a deep breath. “She was an old friend, one I had to leave behind. She was born in Helheim, never deserved to be there. We were going to escape together, but… things went south.” She paused, “I don’t know if she’s alive. Probably not. But just in case, try to keep her safe.” 

Bruce nodded. “I’ll alert SHIELD as well. Do we have a name I can put down for her?” 

“Selia. Her name is Selia.” Pandora said, and he typed away on a tablet. “Thanks Bruce.” 

He finished typing. “No problem.”

Clint looked at Pandora. “Is there anything we can do for Finneas?”

She tilted her head. “I’m not sure. Right now he’s having a good time with the TV. Tomorrow I'm going to see if there’s anything he wants to do while he’s here. I want him to enjoy his stay until she gets here, and I’d like to get to know him better.”

Everyone agreed, and she yawned. “I’m tired, it’s been a long day. I think I’m going to check on Finneas and get him settled in bed and then check in for the night. Goodnight everyone.”

Goodnights were exchanged, and she walked to Finneas’ room. The TV was left on, but he was fast asleep on the couch. She smiled, and turned off the TV. She picked him up and laid him on the bed, tucking him in the blankets. As she went to leave, she saw Loki in the doorway. 

He smiled at her. “You okay?” 

She nodded. “I’m happy I get to spend some time with him, even if it might be the only time I’ll get with him. I just hope I can be enough to keep him safe.” 

Loki stopped her from picking her fingernails with his own hands. “He will be safe. I know that everyone here will lay their life down before that boy is harmed.” 

“Thanks Loki.” She yawned. “Now, I need to get some sleep. I’m not sure what Finny will want to do tomorrow, but he sure has a lot of energy. I’ll need all of mine.”

He laughed, and led her to her room. “That you will. Goodnight, Pandora.”

She smiled. “Goodnight Loki.”

~~~~~

Pandora woke up to a high-pitched scream. She immediately tore off her covers, running to Finneas’ room. She sighed in relief when she saw him there, in his bed, twitching in his sleep.

He was there, he was safe. But he didn’t know that. So she quickly went to sit next to him, gently shaking him. Loki entered the room. “What’s wrong?” He asked, seeing Finneas.

“I think he’s having a nightmare.” She kept shaking him. “Finny, wake up, I’m right here. You’re safe.” When he didn’t wake up, she frowned, and put her hand on his forehead, letting her golden threads seep in. 

She managed to take him out of the nightmare, and his eyes blinked slowly. “Pandora? Loki?” He asked, and Pandora put her arm around him. 

“We’re right here. Did you have a nightmare?” She asked, and he nodded. “Do you remember it?” 

He nodded again. “There was this woman, and she kept running towards me, and said she was going to kill me, and then she was going to kill you.”

Pandora’s eyes narrowed. “Do you remember what the woman looked like?”

“Yes. She had black hair, and crazy green eyes.” Finneas said, and Pandora and Loki looked at each other, masking their worried expressions in front of the boy. 

Hela must have invaded Finneas’ dreams as well. It was likely, but it also meant that she was closer than they thought. But they didn’t say any of this in front of him. 

Pandora sighed. “Well, it was only a dream. Do you need anything to get back to sleep, tea maybe?”

He shook his head. “No, but… is it possible that you and Loki could sleep with me tonight?”

Her eyes widened. “Both of us?” 

Finneas looked sheepish. “Yes. At home, when I get nightmares, sometimes I’ll sleep in between my parents, and it makes me feel safer. Is that okay?”

She and Loki nodded. “Absolutely” Pandora said, and Finneas smiled.

“Thank you.” He said, and made room for Pandora and Loki on either side of him. The bed was huge, and comfortably fit all of them, but it felt so close together at the same time. Two of the people she loved, right next to her, like a family. 

They all drifted off into a comfortable sleep, together.

~~~~~

When she woke up, Pandora felt oddly comfortable laying next to someone in bed. She listened to the person breathing, nearly falling back asleep. 

Until she realized it was one person. Not two. Her eyes flew open, and Finneas wasn’t there. She threw the covers up, waking Loki, and ran out into the hallway and into the kitchen. 

There, she found Finneas and the others eating pancakes that Clint had made. She sighed in relief, nearly passing out. Loki followed close behind her. 

“What’s wrong?” Clint asked her, looking concerned.

She shook her head. “Nothing. I slept in Finny’s room last night, because he had a nightmare, and just got worried when he wasn’t there. I should’ve guessed he’d be an early riser.”

Finneas frowned. “Shh. I don’t want them knowing I still have nightmares.” 

Pandora sat next to him and ruffled his hair. “All of us here have nightmares, kiddo. It’s perfectly normal.” 

Clint nodded. “Pandora’s right, I have nightmares all the time.”

“Really?” Finneas asked, intrigued. 

Clint flipped another pancake in the air. “Really. So don’t feel embarrassed about it.” He made two new plates of pancakes and set them in front of Loki and Pandora. 

They began eating, and Thor decided to start a conversation with Finneas. “So, is there anything you want to do today? It is your first day here on Earth.”

Finneas thought about it for a moment. “I don’t really know what there is to do here.”

“Surely there’s something,” Loki said, “have you read any books about midgard? Anything you saw that intrigued you?”

He chewed on his pancakes. “Well, I read this one book about a giraffe. And I’ve always wanted to see a giraffe in person, so can we do that?

Pandora nodded. “Sure! They have zoos here on Earth, where you can go and see any animal imaginable. Does that sound fun?” 

Finneas nodded. 

“I’ll book us passes for the zoo, then. Everyone make sure to be ready by 10, okay?” Tony said, and everyone nodded. 

Pandora turned to Finneas. “Hey Finny, do you mind going back to the room and getting ready? I’ll follow you in a moment.” 

Finneas, who was done with his plate, nodded and got up to get ready. Once he was gone, Pandora turned back to the group. 

“Hela visited him in his nightmares. I don’t know how long we’ve got. But I don’t think it will be today. She wants to keep us on edge, and then strike when least expected. But nonetheless, make sure to be alert at all times. Bring your weapons if you can.” 

Everyone looked grim, but said words of acknowledgment. Pandora sighed. “I wish it was under better circumstances, but let’s give my brother a good first day on Earth.” 

They all went off to get ready, and Pandora mentally prepared herself for the upcoming day.

~~~~~~

When they arrived at the zoo, the parking lot was empty. Pandora raised an eyebrow at Stark, who shrugged. “I rented the park out.”

Pandora chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes. It made sense, for security reasons, but she still found it to be an extremely Tony-Stark thing to do. 

They made their way into the park, and they followed Finneas around while he ran from exhibit to exhibit. Pandora recited some facts about the animals that she had read, and Finneas soaked the information up happily.

It brought a smile to her face, to see her brother so full of joy. But as they went to each animal, she became more on edge. She knew that bringing Finneas with her would make him even more of a target. But, she and her team were better equipped to keep him safe. Had she done the right thing? She hoped so. 

Loki walked beside her. “What’s on your mind?” He asked, face full of concern. 

Pandora chuckled. “A lot.” In the past, she would have just left it at that. But, she felt that she could tell Loki anything. “I’m just worried I made the wrong decision by bringing him here.”

“You didn’t.” Loki said. “If he was still on Asgard, she would have gotten to him by now.”

She nodded. Up ahead, Finneas had finally found the giraffes. “Pandora! Look!” 

Pandora picked up her pace and stopped next to him, staring up at the towering giraffe. Next to her, Finneas’ mouth was wide open. “It’s neck… it’s huge!”

She laughed. “Yep. So they can reach the leaves they eat.”

As the trip went on, Pandora let her worries slip away and enjoyed quality time with her friends, and her brother. The day went on without conflict, and Finneas fell asleep almost immediately when they got back to the tower. They had decided Pandora would stay and sleep with him, just in case Hela came to visit him again. 

Then, at six o’clock in the morning, as the sun had barely started to rise, Loki came into the room and woke her up. He was already dressed in battle gear. “Bruce got a hit on the signal. She’s in a field upstate.”

She nodded, got up, and began to formulate a plan, one that would let her get years of pent-up rage out on the woman who had haunted her nightmares, and messed with her brother.

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you know what makes me genuinely sad? that everyone is so obsessed with ship wars in this fandom and all I can think about on a daily basis is the fact that Sylvie will probably never get her family back or get a chance to know the family she could've had, she'll never meet her would be parents, Frigga will never get to teach her magic, she'll never have Thor, or even Hela.

She'll never get to live her actual normal life, and I hate that season 2 made out as if a normal life for the Goddess of Mischief would be working in a McDonald's on earth in the 80s instead of her seeking out a normal Asgardian life where she would be truly free to be who she is.

And we know she still thinks about that life and she hasn't really moved on from it, especially in ep 3 and 4 of season 1 where she makes fun of Loki's magic and immediately changes her entire demeanour when he mentions his mother taught him. She instantly becomes soft and wants to know more about her because she can't even remember her mother. She says in ep 4 that she can remember parts of her life and it's just sad that she'll never get any real closure for it and instead of seeing that pain and trauma people just constantly hate her character for 'getting in the way of their ship' and equate her to just Loki's love interest or variant when she actually has real character depth and background that people are just to blinded by the obsession with romance to see.

[themculibrary]

Frigga Masterlist

A Boy's Best Friend... (ao3) - LulaMadison loki/steve, loki/others T. 14k

Summary: "Frigga followed Odin out onto the bridge, and when she sees Loki let go of Gungnir promptly dives after him, because that's her baby. Now it's kinda hard to take over a realm when your mother is tagging along and baking pies..."

Oh, and Loki challenges the Queen of England to a duel...

And All the Vegetables Too (ao3) - Chiauve G, 3k

Summary: At first, Frigga paid little mind. Afterall, boys grew at different rates. It wasn't until Loki was a good head taller than his elder brother that she began to worry.

Childhood of Rebellion (ao3) - BeesKnees T, 3k

Summary: After Thor tries to introduce Jane to Odin and Frigga as his future wife, he is banished, stripped of his powers, and de-aged as punishment. At the same time, Frigga is pregnant with Baldr, leaving Thor with little chance to return. Loki comes looking for his brother.

Fall of the Daughter, Rise of the Son (ao3) - Loki Is Not Low Key (RichardGraysonPercyJackson) frigga/odin T, 27k

Summary: Before her father sent her away, Hela was the big sister to two little brothers.

Though she loves him dearly, Hela knows her fall would not have happened had it not been for the madness of her dear little Silvertongue

The Fall of Hela Odinsdottir, The Rise of Loki Laufeyson

Frigga In Charge (ao3) - queenLiz darcy/loki, thor/jane, frigga/odin E, 10k

Summary: Instead of Odin being the one that has to rescue the six, it was Frigga, and how things would have gone with her being in charge.

Give me a chance to understand (ao3) - FairyMadNess T, 7k

Summary: The five times Thor didn’t understand what was happening with his brother, and the one time he pleaded to understand

Or

Loki doesn’t want to come out to his brother, Odin acts like an old asshole, Frigga puts her foot down, Hela acts like a big sister and Thor just wants to see his brother.

in her garden grew hyacinths (ao3) - LadyCharity G, 12k

Summary: There is a tapestry that hung on Frigga’s wall for as long as Thor can remember. He won’t admit it, but the sight of it makes him want to cry.

Paper Planes & Playground Games (ao3) - Barkour loki/sif G, 14k

Summary: When Sif was but a girl, she met two princes, one like the sun, the other like the moon.

Queen Mother (ao3) - ariadne_bee G, 2k

Summary: Frigga may be the queen of Asgard and the All-Mother; but mostly, she is the mother to two small boys.

The boys were due at their lessons in thirty minutes, and the same shenanigans were taking place that drained her patience every day.

Queens Grace (ao3) - RenneMichaels loki/tony, loki/others, pepper/tony M, 219k

Summary: After the New York attack, Odin has taken Loki’s magic, made him mortal and imprisoned him. But Asgard is not a safe place for the Trickster under these conditions. Recent events make Odin decide to take away one more thing from his second son, his memory going back for the last four years. This decision and events that lead to it cause Frigga to decide that Asgard is not safe for Loki’s reduced station. From stories Thor had told, she decides that Tony Stark’s tower would make an excellent secure location for amnesiac Loki to be under house arrest.

Son of Frigga (ao3) - BoxFullofCats frigga/odin T, 2k

Summary: Thor was her little boy. Baldur would always be her eternal child. Loki was the child of her heart.

The Failures of a King (ao3) - LookingForHell T, 6k

Summary: "Only three times, in all his long life, had Odin ever felt truly weak."

these things, they were promises (ao3) - Mira_Jade frigga/odin G, 4k

Summary: "In her visions, she sees two sons born to the Allfather; it never occurred to her that one would not be of her womb." Three moments that the future struck deep.

Understanding the Storm (ao3) - Lizardbeth T, 4k

Summary: Long ago, she held him in her arms and refused to let him go. She's still holding on, even when it breaks her heart to see what he's become.

Viduidae Child (ao3) - RunRabbitRun frigga/odin G, 4k

Summary: When her husband presents the babe to her, Frigga's first thought is He doesn't look like a Frost Giant.

Within It We Are Nameless (ao3) - sentientcitizen frigga/odin, sif/thor G, 16k

Summary: The childhood of Loki Odinson, through his uncle’s eyes.

[sorcharavenlock]

41. A totally normal family.

Our life continues on as normal. well, at least as normal as life can be living in a haunted house with one daughter, two cats, one ghost dog, a goat, a chick and a god of Mischief!

Here is Loki, helping Becca with her homework.

I still can't believe Loki feels the same way about me as I do about him! Luckily, I have the selfies to prove it.

Having said that, life would be even better if Loki had an actual body, and wasn't, you know... incorporeal anymore!

I suggest he contacts his mother again. Maybe she will have thought of something!

Loki meditates by the shrine in the garden.

It doesn't take long for Frigga to appear. Loki greets her not just with a hug, but with a kiss on her cheek too!

"you seem a lot happier than since we last spoke!" Frigga smiles at her son.

"I am," Loki smiles. "I have a goat!"

"And that is all that is making you so happy?" Frigga teases him gently.

"Perhaps there's a bit more," Loki admits. "Would you like to come in and have tea with us, Mother?"

Frigga is surprised, it's the first time Loki has invited her into the home where he is living now. She follows him curiously.

I walk into the living room just as Loki is pouring tea.

"Marianna, this is my mother." Loki introduces Frigga. "Mother, this is my ehm... my... Marianna." He rubs the back of his neck and looks embarrassed.

I stand there, completely stunned. It is the goddess Frigga herself, of whom Loki speaks so highly. What should I do? Bow? Curtsy? I don't know how to curtsy!

"Come and sit down next to me," Frigga invites me to sit next to her by patting the sofa, just in time before I sink into the ground out of sheer embarrassment.

"How wonderful to finally meet the special person who is making my Loki so happy!"

"MOTHER!" Loki looks like he's about to sink into the ground himself.

"it is wonderful you summoned me, Loki." Frigga ignores her son's outcry. "I was just about to contact you myself."

Loi sits down and eyes his mother curiously.

"Your Father remembered an artefact that might be able to aid you in your return to life," Frigga explains.

"He is NOT my Father..." Loki begins. Frigga raises an eyebrow at him. "Sorry, Mother," Loki mumbles.

"Your Father remembered your sister used to own a powerful quill, rumoured to be capable of resurrecting the dead."

"I have a sister?" Loki asks in surprise.

"Had a sister," Frigga reminds him.

"oh, you mean Hela. I keep forgetting that part. A lot happened at the time," Loki shrugs. "Besides that, she's Thor's sister, not mine."

"you can not pick and choose your family," Frigga chastises him gently.

"Do you have any idea where this quill is?" Loki changes the subject.

"I can teach you a spell to locate it," Frigga answers. "There is one catch though."

"Of course there is," Loki rolls his eyes.

"The quill needs to be used by a skilled author, a true master of their arts. They will need to use it to capture the epic saga that is to be the story of your life. So even if you would manage to retrieve the quill, you'd still need to find the right person to write it."

To Frigga's surprise, Loki smiles. "That will not be a problem. I happen to live with the most talented author of tales I have ever had the pleasure to know!"

Loki points towards my PC.

"You are a writer!" Frigga exclaims in delight. "How wonderful! I should have known my Loki would be drawn to someone creative, he has always had such an active imagination of his own!"

"I'm not sure if I'm a 'Master of my art'," I say shyly. "but my recently published book is selling really well! And if it helps Loki, I'd sure be willing to at least try and do his story justice!"

"Then there is still hope," Frigga smiles.

Since Frigga is here anyway, I figure I might as well invite her over for dinner.

Loki introduces Becca to Frigga while I put the chicken in the oven.

"This is normal, right?" A little voice in my head asks. "Just a normal family dinner with my boyfriend the ghost of the god of mischief, and the ghost of the goddess Frigga, his adoptive mother. Totally normal!"

"Perhaps soon I'll have an actual body," Loki smiles as we are getting ready for bed. "It would be wonderful to actually be able to feel your touch on my skin, to taste your lips on mine."

"It would be nice," I agree. I know that while Loki can interact with the world, he can not actually sense it. To him, it more feels like the memory of a touch, taste or scent.

I give him a hug.

"I'll write you the most amazing saga the world has ever seen!" I promise impulsively. "Tomorrow, we're going to get that quill, no matter where it is!"

[1-xo-xo-xo-7]

My Headcanons for The Odinson Family! ^^

Odin

-I may have been influenced in a fanfic which depicts Odin as a benevolent ruler and a complicated but LOVING father. Therefore, I do too. T-T

-That man may be a great ruler, but he isn't really a great father. But he IS trying.

-I would like to imagine him gifting Loki his signature dagger/s during a soft father-son moment where Thor and his friends are being quite bullies.

-I still haven't put up a solid framework for his character in my mind because, just because.

Frigga

-The Greatest Sorceress In All The Nine Realms.

-QUEEN.

-She was actually Crown Princess of Vanaheim before she fell in love with Odin.

-I would like to believe she was battle-hardened and ready to slit a body with only a mere flick of her fingers because she had been a front-liner during The Warring Era.

-Also, she earned her title of Goddess of Motherhood, Marriage, and Fertility when she was with child. The people of Asgard saw her finally soften and began seeing her in a new light during which she had aided multiple families and children, be it healing or for food and/or supplies. Basically Mother Teresa without ulterior motives, despite it being really hard to believe, Frigga really just wanted to rest with Odin and with her new children.

-Had a miscarriage, multiple miscarriages. Quite ironic. A fate given to her by The Norns for how much she has slain children during her time as a front-liner.

Hela

-I'm not really much interested in her but she is an interesting individual to mull about.

-I'd like to believe she was Odin's daughter by his previous marriage -which was a marriage of convenience for an alliance- which kind of explains, TO ME, Odin's treatment of her as a mere weapon, only needed during times of war.

Thor

-I really like him as a doting and understanding big brother with a stubborn streak to his way of life.

-I can't really explain it, but he would just get Loki, y'know?

-Like, if Loki is merely on his own, Thor would immediately be with him. But when with his other friends, he would just give Loki a sunny smile, assuming everything to be ok at first.

-He's a middle child who averted it's curse of being an invisible constant in his parent's life. Practically opposing it, since he is most favored.

-Of course, he gets character development. But he really is just a sweet summer child, as of now.

Loki

-I. LOVE. HIM.

-I got nothing more to say because my brain isn't working as much as I'd like it too, I haven't slept for a while. T-T

But anyways, THIS IS BASED ON MY Yggdrasil's Chosen AU and HEAVILY inspired by Taaroko's work on AO3 : If I Could Start Again and Norse Mythology itself. ^^

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 43

Joyous Walpurgisnacht: Part I

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: Here we go!

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

As you stand from the table, your name draws your attention from your plate. Mr. Laufeyson mirrors you as he peers over at his mother. You notices how his fingers twiddle by his side. 

“You’ll come get ready with us, dear,” Frigga says, “Trina is coming to do our hair an makeup. Be sure to grab your dress.”

“Oh, uh…” you look at Laufeyson and he shrugs with one shoulder. “Okay.”

“Don’t worry about my brother,” Hela snorts, “I’m certain he’ll be torturing himself over the proper shade of white; shall I go for the ivory or the pearl?”

“Quiet,” Laufeyson sneers under his breath before he turns to you, “go on then,” he looks at his watch, “we all have much to do.”

He strides past you and you watch after him. He’s still upset. It’s your fault. You’ve been errant in your duties. You will make it up to him. At Walpurgisnacht, you won’t dare leave his side.

“Come,” Frigga beckons to you, “Hel, you too.”

“Yes, mother,” she drones and rounds the table.

You follow them to the door, only noticing as you approach that Thor’s done the same. He keeps a step back as he waves within, “after you, lady.”

“Er, thanks,” you eke out and step in ahead of him.

He’s quick to tail you, his fingers sending a shiver through you as he touches the back of your arm, “happy birthday, little one. How old are you now?” He asks.

You wince and hug yourself, keeping your chin down as he matches your pace. Frigga reaches to flick a strand of Hela’s black hair as she gabs on about it. You chew your lip and crane to look over your shoulder. You don’t see Odin, he must’ve stuck behind to chat with the staff.

“Thirty-two,” you answer as you face straight.

“Mmm, not too old,” his hand brushes across your back, “you look much younger.”

“Thank you, uh,” you stutter as his touch ventures further, tickling the top of your ass. Your panic swells and you bat him away, “I… have to go.”

You don’t know how to make him stop, but you can control yourself. You rush ahead to catch up to Frigga. As you come up at her side, Thor’s low rocky chuckle rolls through the air. You don’t look back as your blood runs cold. You don’t know why he won’t leave you alone.

“Ah, dear, I think we could put some flowers in your hair,” Frigga remarks as she waves you ahead of her up the stairs, “to go with that pretty dress of yours.”

“Sure,” you agree.

“She’ll look like a bride,” Hela scoffs, “perhaps just some diamonds around her neck–”

“Pearls,” Frigga argues.

“Pearls? She’s not an old lady yet,”

“Eh? Pearls are nice,” Frigga counters.

“Perhaps for you,” Hela rebuffs, “babe,” Hela swoops around her mother and drapes her arm over your shoulders as you turn down the hall, “what do you prefer?”

You blink, finding it hard to breathe through the tension. You don’t dare pick a side.

“I like the dress on its own,” you say.

“Ah, yes, she’s right, it is so nice, it would be ruined with too much,” Frigga hums, “how about just the petals,” she reaches to touch your hair, “a small accent but not garish.”

“Mm, yes, like a little fairy,” Hela muses as she retracts her arm, “I’m afraid I’m going for more of a witchy vibe.”

“Oh dear,” Frigga mutters, “Hel.”

“A good witch, mother, never fear.”

✨

You look in the mirror, swept away by your own reflection. The small white flowers in your hair are placed so delicately and just so, matching with those on the dress in their fluttery display. You skin seems to glow from the precise application of makeup, your lashes are long and curved but not too heavy. Your lips are painted a natural hue with a glossy finish and a touch of blush lends colour to your cheeks. It feels like a lot but looks like less.

The dress is just as wonderful as you remember. The outer layer decorated in carefully cut flowers over the simple dress of white beneath. The skirt flows to your lower calves, ending just above the straps of your heels, a bow on the back of each. You blink and tilt your head at your reflection, is it really you looking back?

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Hela growls as she steps up behind you, “uh, so darling.”

“You look amazing, dear,” Frigga calls over.

You turn to watch the older woman pin on large dangling earrings. She wears a white dress hemmed below her knees with large fanned bell sleeves. Her necklace is strung with pearls that get large towards the centre and her silver and gold hair is spun into loose waves pushed back behind an elaborate headband with golden points.

Hela is dressed much less elegantly. Her jumpsuit is taut to her figure, the neckline cute so deep you wonder how it stays up. She wears a sort of cowl, sparkling with diamond as it goes from chin to shoulders, a larger gem dangling down her cleavage.

“Well, I think we’re almost there,” Frigga announces breezily, “come, come.”

She ushers you and Hela from the room into the hall. The house is buzzing with activity. As you come downstairs, you’re lost amid the flurry. The kitchen is bustling with furor and workers flit around like bees in a hive. You stay close to the other women as they walk unfettered through the rush.

You come out to the veranda, clutching the sides of your skirt as you watch your feet, careful not to trip on your heels. In the sunlight, Frigga sighs, and calls to someone. You look up and follow her down the steps. 

The lush green flat of the yard is entirely changed. A white floral arch, white cloth draping over the roofs of newly erected tents, tables in similarly silky ivory, petals scattered all around as stems are capped with full blooms atop posts, in plinthed vases, and around tables. A stage stands, blocking out much of the garden, a bar along an edge of the expanse with several workers behind it arranging glasses and bottles.

“Yvonne,” Frigga trills again, “come, come, we should like some photos.”

A woman in a white suit approaches with a large camera in hand. She is tall with full hips emphasized by the cut of her clothing. Her strawberry blond hair is twisted into a high bun with two pin straight pieces framing her face.

“Hello, Von,” Hela purrs at her familiarly. The women glance at each other and an eyebrow twitches. They know each other. Everyone does but you.

“This is our photographer,” Frigga introduces you to Yvonne, “she’ll be taking pictures so don’t mind if you see a flash or two through the night.” She turns back to the strawberry blonde, “hm, where are the men? They must be here…”

You fold your hands and sway back and forth. Surely you won’t be included. This is for the family. You’ll just stand to the side.

“Ah, Odin!” Frigga throws her hands up, greeting her husband as he approaches in a white pressed shirt beneath a matching stiff vest and white slacks. He wears a golden chain around his collar and cufflinks at his wrists. His shoes also bear golden buckles. “There you are. Where are your sons?”

“So quick to disown them,” Odin kids, “they were…” he looks back.

Thor clamours down from the veranda, combing out his long blond hair which he’s let loose from its usual bun. The waves fall to his shoulders, just along his open collar, unbuttoned to boast the thick muscles of his chest. He beams in white just like everyone else. A gold medallion hangs from his neck and his fingers are stacked with rings.

Loki follows last, shoulders high, hands staunchly tucked into his pockets. He looks at the sky as he appears in his simple attire. White shirt, white tie, white slacks cute perfectly to his sleek figure. White loafers with plain silver buckles. His black hair is swept back, the front pieces drawn back into a clip behind his head as the tails curl out behind his ears.

As he takes the same path as his father and brother, his eyes search and find you. His irises flicker and his brows arch. You avert your gaze and look at the grass, fidgeting as you wait awkwardly to the side. Frigga preens at each son and tells them how handsome they look.

“Alright, alright, we’ll get a few photos before the guests arrive,” she claps her hands.

There’s movement along the edge of your vision. You keep your head down as Frigga orders her family around. You flinch as she grabs your wrist suddenly and pulls your hands apart.

“Right here, dear,” she guides you next to Odin before she stands at his other side. “Okay, everyone, no scowling.”

You look up, wide eyed and the camera flashes. You bat your lashes and put on a smile as Odin bends his arm behind you, resting his hand on your lower back. The gesture calms you as the photographer counts down.

You stand frozen as the camera shutters, wondering why you’re there. What will they do with the photos when you are irrelevant? Finally, you’re allowed to disperse as Frigga struts over to Yvonne to have a look at the photos.

You turn nearly collide with Mr. Laufeyson before you can even think to look for him. You back up as he stares at you. He raises a hand as if to touch your arm then thinks better of it. He clear his throat and tugs on his skinny tie.

“That is a beautiful dress,” he remarks, “very on theme.”

“Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson,” you sniff and rub your palms together.

“Stay close,” he says tersely, clearing his throat, “or…” you hear his tone soften, “I might lose you in the flowers.”

His lips curve, just a little. Is he joking? You’re not sure.

“Come,” he jabs his fingers through the air, “let us get a drink before it is too busy.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

You walk beside him and he sighs. No, you’re not sure he was being funny. He’s still unhappy.

As you reach the bar, he greets the workers in white behind it. He orders whiskey on ice, then turns to you. For a moment, you’re taken back to the night you found him with the same drink… that was the first, maybe the only time, you saw him so human.

“What would you like?” He asks.

“Um, I don’t… know,” you murmur.

“Our cocktails,” a worker points to the standing list of drinks. You lean in and read each. 

“Oh, uh, could I get the lavender lemonade, please?”

“Yes, miss,” the worker replies and sets to mixing the drink. Laufeyson takes his and holds it tight.

“Lokiiiii,” a familiar brogue rumbles through the air.

You turn to face Bragi as he approaches. A pocket watch swings from his vest, though he wears no shirt beneath it. You greet him with a tight-lipped smile.

“And his lady,” he smirks at you, “you haven’t seen Fossegrim, have you?”

“You brought that creature?”

“Ah, he tagged along. He chased off a chickadee and I’ve not seen him since. Never to worry,” he snaps his fingers, "I'm all set up.” He nods towards the stage, “and look at you too, pretty in white.” He looks at you pointedly, “I must say, you look like a goddess. I was also let in on a secret,” he declares, “it is your birthday. Happy birthday, did you have a favourite song? I might fit it into my set.”

“Um…” you think. “I don’t…” you look over as Mr. Laufeyson reaches back to take another glass from the bar and offers you the purple drink. You take it with a meek nod before facing Bragi again, “there was this song… from a movie… Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She sings it on the balcony but I can’t remember how it goes.”

“Oh, yes, I know the one. Beloved Hepburn, what a treat she was,” he purrs, “I think I can figure out the chords.”

“You don’t have to…” you shrug.

“I want to,” he insists, “oh and watch for dark shadows, Fossegrim will surely return once he smells food.”

“Sure,” you agree and squeeze the glass tight. Laufeyson just hums in his throat.

“Anyhow, I need water,” he sidles past you, “happy Walpurgisnacht!”

You return the sentiment before you step away. You peer around, uncertain what to do next. Your heels sink into the grass and you pull them out, teetering. Laufeyson glances over at you.

“Shall we sit?” He asks.

“Erm, okay.”

He waves you ahead of him and you weave over to one of the tables. You sit and put your glass down without tasting it. He sips his own as he lowers himself. He’s tense, setting it down with a heavy clunk.

You look around and see new faces arriving. It’s beginning. Your stomach churns as each guest appears. It really is a big deal.

“You are nervous,” Laufeyson intones, bringing you back to the table.

“A little.”

“Mm,” he pokes his tongue in his cheek, “well, then, even more reason to stay by my side. I’ve navigated these waters all my life, I can stave off the sharks.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

His lips slant and he spreads his hand over his chest before dragging it down, “and…” his throat bobs, “happy birthday, if I forgot to say.”

“Um, thank you,” you squeak, “it isn’t a very big deal.”

He inhales, “it isn’t? By your choice or… his?”

You shrug, “I never made it one. Really, just another year.”

“Certainly, time does keep on now matter what,” he mulls.

You’re quiet. You take the drink and look at it. It’s a lovely colour. You take a sip; it’s tangy but nice, a little kick under the citrus notes. Your cheeks pinch as you put it back down.

“Too strong?” he asks.

“No, it’s good,” you assure him, careful not to drip any on your dress.

He taps his fingers on the tabletop, “I must say, you do look rather… rather nice.”

“Oh, yes, um, Trina, your mother’s friend…” you utter, “she did it.”

You look at him, finding his eyes rapt upon you. His gaze almost takes your breath away. He reaches to touch your hand, leaning in just a little. His eyes flick past you suddenly and he stops, his hand lightly over your as he sits frozen.

You turn to peek over your shoulder. You hear Thor’s thundering voice as he greets someone. A perfect swoop of dark hair bounces before him and he embraces the tall, slender woman. You know, even without seeing her face, who it is. Sif.

You bring your other hand over Laufeyson’s and press it down firmly as you face him, “are you alright?”

His eyes skitter back to you and he slips his hand free. You deflate as he instead takes his glass and slurps with a scowl. Walpurgisnacht will not be a new beginning, only a reminder of old wounds.

[tidemoonchild]

Me: I should write more stuff about Maggie, her mother and their relationship...

Also me: *has her drafts full of headcanons about Hank and Maggie*

What should I say? I just love them and their relationship together. Hank and his dad vibes are killing me. He would be such a good father to his kids! And it's so sad that we barely see any good father child relationships especially in marvel. Yeah i know we barely see any kind of parent child relationships because most of the time they're dead or whatever but with fathers it's even less. Like i can think of more sweet mother child relationships than father child relationships. (Talking mostly about the mcu cause i have barely read any comics yet but still)

The only good fathers I can think of from the top of my head are: Tony, Clint, Scott, Drax, Kamala's dad, Cassie's stepdad and T'Chaka that's it. Some would say Odin but tbh I don't think of him as a good dad especially if you think of Loki and Hela.

But mother child relationships? We got kamala's mom, Pepper, Frigga, Ramonad, Maria, Wanda, Laura Barton, Janet Van Dyne, Meredith Quill, Ying Li, Melina Vosokoff, the mom of Cassie Lang, Tony's mom, Nakia. Even Kate's mom. I know she did very bad things but you can't deny she was a good mother to Kate. I also read a little about Jubilee as mother. Not to forget aunt May! I know she's actually the aunt but she still stepped up as peter's mother and literally raised him, so I let this count.

The most father child realtionship were mostly shitty and/or absent in one way or another... And those good ones we do have are mostly cut short and they were never really able to be the dad they could have been. I mean Tony? Died when Morgan was like 4. Scott? Prison and then gone for 5 years. Drax? His child was killed and even if he would have been a good dad we never saw his relationship with his daughter not even in flashbacks or whatever. Also comic Kurt could have been such an amazing dad. But nooooo, Marvel said let's not do that and take his child away. So all we have left are Clint, Kamala's dad and T'Chaka. That's really sad.

And that's why most of the time I focus more on the father child relationships in my headcanons and stories. Because the males of marvel deserve to also be shown as good dads!

I don't care what anyone says but a good father is just as important to a child and this whole bad!dad trope is getting so annoying. Dads deserve to be shown as the good ones too! And kids deserve to have a good father in their lives.

[buffyfan145]

I was thinking about how due to Tolkien's love of Norse Mythology there are some obvious similarities between Loki and Sauron. That got me thinking about what Norse mythological would fit Galadriel? Obviously, her Christian parallel is the Virgin Mary. After much thought, I think she reminds me of the Vanir goddess Freya ("Lady"). Freya was not only the goddess of beauty and fertility, but also Queen of the Valkyries, and associated with death. She is much of a fierce warrior as she is a divine beauty. She is the Goddess of Magic, specifically, "seidr," a femme-centered magic that involved shamanism, weaving spells, healing, and manipulating fate. Apparently, Freya taught Odin seidr, leading to him having genderfluid aspects, same as Loki. It should also be noted that while physical descriptions of Freya are rare, some scholars have claimed she was supposed to be a blonde (like Gal), redhead, or strawberry blonde. She was definitely noted for her independence, pride, and having a missing husband, Od (possibly an aspect of Odin). She had her own domain and hall, Sessrumnir, resembling how Gal rules Lotherien in her own right. She also had lovers (Haladriel?), and a close relationship with her twin brother, Freyr (reminds me of Finrod).

I've thought about Loki and Sauron being similar (and since I'm also a huge fan of Loki, especially Tom Hiddleston's version) many times!!! 😀 This is going to be a long post but have been meaning to write this at some point. Tolkien was hugely inspired by Norse myth for LOTR and Middle Earth so it wouldn't surprise me at all if Loki was an inspiration for Sauron. Plus, in the myths Loki also had reddish hair and green eyes so there's a connection between that and "Rings of Power" with the Halbrand form of Sauron. LOL 😏 Marvel too has added so much to Loki in both the comics and the MCU. I realized watching the "Loki" series and the films that he's gotten the redemption arc that many of us have given Halbrand/Sauron in our fics and I'm even more excited for tonight's season 2 finale of "Loki" and what might be coming for the films. It seems like what I wish could happen for Halbrand/Sauron is happening with Loki, including a Haladriel like ship with Loki and Sylvie.

That's a great comparison for Galadriel too. She does fit a lot with Freya. I've read multiple versions of Norse myth, especially Neil Gaiman's and Tolkien wrote his own too which I plan to read soon, and I can see it. Will point out too there's long been a theory in Norse myth that Freya and Frigg (Frigga in Marvel) are the same person and she had a split personality with each version. Frigg is Odin's wife (and Thor and Loki's mom in Marvel) and that queenly part of her fits there too.

Also I feel like Galadriel could also be a mashup of both of Loki's wives. His first wife Angrboda was a Jotun (frost giant in Marvel), a power being that Loki was also half as he was also half Asgardian. Angrboda is also a powerful witch and was the mother of Loki's 3 oldest children: Fenris the Wolf, Jorm the world serpent, and Hela the goddess of Hel (played by Cate Blanchett, the other Galadriel in the MCU but switched to be Odin's daughter and Thor and Loki's sister). When Loki became a god and joined Odin he left them to start his new life and their marriage ended.

Then his 2nd wife Sigyn is actually who I normally ship Loki with both in Norse mythology and Marvel (except the MCU as it seems like they merged his wives and his other Marvel love interest Amora/Enchantress into Sylvie as a mashup character even though Sylvie is also another universe's Loki LOL). Sigyn is normally drawn as being a blonde or red haired Asguardian and she's devoted to him even though in Marvel Comics' version he tricked her into marrying him by pretending to be her fiancé and she still fell in love with him after that. LOL (And I've seen Haladriel fics with this exact storyline.) She ends up becoming the Goddess of Fidelity to his God of Mischief (or Stories as he becomes this redemptive form in Marvel and maybe soon in the MCU depending on tonight's finale and it reminds me of Mairon). In the Marvel comics he also teaches her to become a sorceress. They also have two sons together though depending on the story one or both die tragically (which reminds me of Celebrian), and one is a werewolf.

So yeah I see so much of Norse mythology in Tolkien's work and it's fun to piece all the inspirations together like this. Plus, I'm getting 3 new romance and non-romance novels about Loki with Angrboda, Sigyn, and Amora soon and whatever that new Marvel novel out next year "What if Loki was Worthy?" too so more to read and compare soon.

ETA: I've taken out the tags that relate to Loki and the other Norse mythology characters as I got hate directed towards me from fellow "Loki" fans all because a lot of them don't like what Marvel and the show has done. Just wanted it to go in my blog's tags so it's easier to find and organized but kept the "ROP" related tags since we were talking about that originally as it relates more to Sauron and Galadriel.

[beaniebaneenie]

I'd also like to point out that this whole conversation is taking place because Loki is visiting Thor in prison, to mourn with him, to provide comfort and empathy (because he absolutely knows what it did to *him* when he found out his whole life story was a lie spun by Odin to make him more useful), and to offer help however he could...

all of which were things Thor denied Loki when he was the one in prison.

Thor only came to Loki when he needed someone to help him commit treason, and explicitly stated that if Loki did anything he didn't like, there was no love or affection there to save him and Thor would kill him. Thor didn't visit Loki to share in the grief over Frigga. He didn't visit him to acknowledge that Odin had lied for centuries, or to ask, "hey, you were always the one trying to STOP me from reckless war, that whole thing felt out of character for you, wanna talk about it?"

Loki doesn't hold any of that against him though, and as soon as he's able, visits his brother in prison to assure Thor he isn't alone, grieve with him, tell him he cares and wants to help... and Thor spits it back in his face by acting like a petulant child and blaming Loki for things that are demonstrably not his fault.

It's canon that Odin's health has been failing since Thor1, by putting off the Odinsleep, and in Avengers, Loki talks about Odin having to use dark magic to get Thor to Earth because the Bifröst is out. By TDW, we see that Odin is reverting back to his warmonger days and is willing to send thousands of Asgardians to their death if it means he can finish the genocide his father started.

Loki didn't "strand Odin on Earth to die". And worse, Thor KNOWS THIS. Loki sent him to the very same planet Odin once sent Thor, and put him in an old folks' home, which is perhaps a little petty, but IMHO after everything Odin did to him, I think Loki earned that.

Strange told Thor that Odin was "adamant that he not be disturbed", and was choosing to remain in exile.

That is not "Loki stranded him there to die", that is "Odin choosing to live out his remaining time on Earth". Odin knew his life was all that held Hela back, and he could have shared this information with Thor, could have gone back to Ásgarð, could have done any number of things to prevent her coming to power or everyone being caught unawares. He did none of it.

And since she popped out twenty feet from where he died, I've always assumed Odin stayed away from Ásgarð because he knew his deathpoint would be Hela's spawn point, and wanted to keep her from the realm where she drew her power. (That said, if he was really thinking straight, he should have spent his last days somewhere like Svartalfheim or another "dead" world to trap her somewhere without access to Ásgarð... Another point in the column of "Odin doesn't give two shits about Midgard or humans and considers them ultimately disposable.)

And that's not even getting started on Thor's accusation that Loki faked his own death- Loki killed the being who killed Frigga, avenging their mother. He also got a massive sword through the chest for his trouble... and let's not forget that Thor explicitly stated that he would bring Loki back to Ásgarð for an eternity in that cell once the fight was over. ("I'm going to be EXACTLY like my father and use you for my own aims, then bring you back here again to be nothing more than another stolen relic, literally locked up until I have use for you again." Yeah, I can see why Loki would wish to avoid that.)

In order to preserve the monarchy, and NOT kill Thor for treason, Odin would have blamed it on Loki... and this time Frigga would not be there to save his life. Loki would have known that returning to Ásgarð after that battle would have been a death sentence- either a quick death by axe, or slow death by solitary confinement for eternity.

...either way, had Thor chosen to go back for Loki's body and bring him home to Ásgarð (as he should have done for an honorable death of a member of the royal family), he would have known that Loki survived.

Everything Thor accuses Loki of here is a failing of Odin's or of Thor himself- or a deliberate attempt to revise history and absolve himself of guilt. All of which are the actions of a petulant child throwing a tantrum, not a hero laying justified blame at the feet of a villain.

What would you like me to say?