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musclesandhammering · 1 year ago

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This is probably the single best description I’ve ever read of avengers loki omg.

The thing that always gets me about it is that I don’t even think ruling earth was Loki’s end goal. The whole point of the invasion was the act of invading. The act of riling the heroes up. The act of screwing with something Thor loves. The act of causing damage and scaring the shit out of a bunch of people. The act of attacking in general.

Like yeah he had these really clever and carefully thought out plans, but those plans outright defeated themselves in certain areas just so Loki could antagonise the heroes more and be extra showy and take time to drink in the chaos.

His priority wasn’t winning, his priority was enjoying the shitstorm he was causing. That’s why Coulson said he “lacked conviction”- not because he thought loki was being brainwashed or tortured or coerced- but because he knew loki was so focused on going ham with the plan that he wasn’t paying much attention to the outcome.

But yeah. This movie marked a definite shift in his character that I love. When he shows up here, he’s straight up feral. He’s crazed and wild and is just attacking everybody, and he’s filled to the brim with rage. That mischief that he was described as having at the start of Thor 1 has turned to darkness and sadism and outright malice. And no matter how much he reoriented himself in subsequent movies, that darkness never went away. He never went back to being the demure polite prince- from here on out, his character is edgier and bolder and more aggressive. It’s so great.

Unpopular opinion. Tom did a great job. because, I hate avengers loki. that's the worst one and I don't understand the fans obsessed with that one

Tom's acting in The Avengers really is top-tier and I think that's why a lot of people love Avengers Loki. We're going to put the Thanos intervention aside for a moment because that's only subtext and the extent of his influence is unknown, but if we look at this movie on the surface level, Loki has quite literally been driven insane. He never had any closure to the hurt and the confusion he felt from Thor 1, and it grew into a bitterness burning in his soul that wouldn't rest until he made Thor feel even an ounce of the pain he's drowning in. And honestly, that is what I love about him. He's insane. He is literally insane. He's out of his mind with anger and hellbent on revenge, and while he's hyper-aware of everything around him and his brain is always working, spinning his circumstances into another leg up on his plan, he's completely oblivious to the reality of the situation, how irrational this all is, taking over an entire planet because he was wronged on his own.

And he makes a game out of it, too, which I think is so interesting. It's not just him trying to be king and it's not just him trying to hit Thor where it hurts. He goes out of his way to taunt the Avengers whenever he can, and those are a lot of my favorite lines in the entire MCU. When he says to Natasha, "Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will save anything?" it has nothing to do with his plan. Pissing Natasha off isn't going to help him in any way, but he does it anyway. Fury throws Loki in a cage, and he taunts him, too. "How desperate are you, to call upon such lost creatures to defend yourself?" (Hey, Loki, the pot called.) Or his jabs at Bruce, when he doesn't even get to see Bruce. "A monster, makes play that he's still a man." He doesn't get to see Bruce's reaction. He doesn't know if he gets a rise out of him. He has to know that it's not going to get Bruce to hulk out, so what's the point? He's just having fun. Quiet little mild-mannered Loki from Thor 1 is gone, and this Loki, he's almost sadistic. He should be focusing on taking over the world. That's his endgame. That's what he really wants. But he makes a point of antagonizing everybody along the way just because he can, and I think that's so interesting because he doesn't have to. It's just strengthening their resolve, and that's going to hurt him in the end, but he does it anyway because he can.

I don't know; I just think Avengers Loki is fascinating. I could literally talk about him for hours. He's needlessly cold and callous, but it's coming from a place of hurt and insecurity. Everything he does is perfectly calculated, but half the time, it doesn't make sense. It's just so interesting to me. Avengers Loki is the type of character you want to put in a clear little box and study like a bug, and that's why I love him.

#I am once again reblogging your loki metas #op I’m so sorry but I discovered your blog and now I’m laying siege on your lands #loki meta #loki #avengers loki #avengers 2012

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lokiinmediasideblog · 2 months ago

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Source: https://www.deviantart.com/xxthesmittenkittenxx/art/SENSUAL-FISH-TIME-500614920

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 1 month ago

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 24

Escape | Loki x Reader

Lugh accompanies you to the Avengers Compound to rescue Loki.

Warnings: 18+ language, canon typical shenanigans.

A/N: Yes that is the Avengers Assemble scene rehashed I just couldn't help myself

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Thor, Jane and Brunnhilde stared at you in shocked silence. The soldiers that had teamed down the mountainside had vanished, either vanquished and tossed into the water or simply…gone. But then, so was the village. The long hall, the houses, each shop with its large stone front and sweeping roofs, gone. Except…when you really looked, when you tried to find your doorway, the wreath and light that made it feel like home, you could see it, shimmering where it should be as if from the corner of your eye.

“Can you guys still see the village?” You asked, mouth dry, hands trembling.

“No.” Thor answered.

“Not even a little bit?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“But you can, child, is that right?” Lugh placed a hand on your shoulder.

“A little.”

“I am so proud of you, your mother would be proud too.” His hand squeezed gently, as if he wanted to pull you in for a hug but was restraining himself.

“What did I do?” The reality of vanishing the village was setting in, all the people, the families and friends inside, you heaved in a ragged breath.

“Calm yourself.”

Thor took up space on your other side, rubbing a large palm up and down your back.

“The village is not gone, you did a wonderful thing, you protected them.”

You turned your shining eyes back up to Lugh.

“You have manifested your mother’s cloak, I thought it either lost to the eons, or that you had hidden it deliberately. But here it is, back where it belongs, with you. The village is quite safe beneath it, Bres will not be able to enter and no harm will come to those beneath, just as it protected the precious flowers during winter. The snow may settle above, but the village will be ready and waiting to bloom again when it is safe to do so.”

Brunnhilde swept a calculating glance over the protected village, “can we get in, to help them?”

She looked at you, but her eyes flicked quickly to Lugh.

“That entirely depends on whether young Estrid can lift it and, as she did not know that she could manifest it, perhaps we should plan for them to remain under it for a while. I trust you have others in your court, besides the warriors before me?”

It felt comforting to still be included as a warrior, despite the gaps in your knowledge and experience.

“They have supplies under there, but it’s a modern village, we expect food deliveries every few days or so, I don’t think we should leave them longer than a week.” Brunnhilde chewed on a nail, counting boxes of emergency supplies in her head.

“We won’t need a week though, will we? Because Estrid and Lugh are going to get Loki back, and then we’re going to finish this, right?” Jane looked around, Thor nodded enthusiastically, Brunnhilde shrugged, her smile contemplative but Lugh squeezed your shoulder tighter.

“Of course, King Brunnhilde and her wonderful court, will protect the village further and fight off the siege. I will accompany the Princess to…” he trailed off.

“America.” You supplied, “the Avengers Compound.”

“I will accompany the Princess to the Compound of the Avengers, aid in the rescue of Prince Loki of Asgard, and we will return to put an end to this ridiculous nonsense once and for all.”

Lugh was so confident, his stance that of a true God tested by time and battle ready, for once you didn’t want to run from him, you were ready for battle too.

The light remained the same throughout the day, always from above, no windows or natural openings.

Loki was considering going completely mad on purpose, simply to pass the time, when a door in the far side of the room snicked opened and a familiar face appeared. Loki stood, the picture of poise despite the basic clothes they’d allowed him, he kept his hands behind his back and schooled his face to look neutral, rather than simply bored, before speaking.

“I wondered who they’d send.” He mused, taking slow deliberate steps across the width of his prison.

“And are you happy, or not?” The Black Widow asked, stepping out from the shadows into the light cast by the prison’s eternal glare.

“Is anyone particularly pleased to see their kidnapper?” He lifted an eyebrow, hoping for some reaction from the assassin, how did she view herself in this game that Stark had dragged her in to? She had always struck him as having quite similar morals as his own, firm and unwavering even if it meant getting your hands dirty.

“Kidnapper? Hmm,” she mused, mirroring his stance, hands behind her back, but she was steady, ready to fight, dressed in her black catsuit, widow's bites glowing on her wrists and daggers sheathed on her legs and arms.

“I do not recall leaving with Stark and Rogers willingly, so I can only assume this is a very ill thought out kidnapping attempt. I am intrigued to hear your demands and then we can begin negotiation.”

“This is not a kidnapping, this is an arrest.”

“And my crime? So that I may defend myself in some way?”

Natasha’s face hardened, “New York, Laufeyson.”

Loki rolled his eyes, “still? I have served my time in an Asgardian prison. My brother, the Crown Prince of Asgard and your colleague -” Loki sneered at the thought of Thor working with them, he’d always found it distasteful that his brother lowered himself this far, but the more he knew of them, the worse it became. “- freed me. You see, I may not always have the correct path, but I am a God, I am not one of your mortals to beat and bully. We have our own ways and they have been satisfied at the highest level. In fact, I now hold a vastly superior place in the Royal Court and I am quite sure they’re missing me terribly. So, with that finished, I shall be leaving now.” He stopped in front of her, he had a grudging respect for her, but he was tired of the games.

“We can’t let you leave, Laufeyson. You know that. And there’s still the matter of Estrid.”

“What matter could there be to resolve?”

“You kidnapped her.”

Loki let out a genuine bark of laughter. “How rich, I have kidnapped someone, have I? What kind of awful person would forcibly take another and lock them away, unable to escape?” He stepped back, lifting his arms and turning away from Natasha. “She has not been kidnapped, she just does not wish to work with you.” Loki sat on the cot and stretched his long legs in front of him, giving the agent a leisurely smile. “It just eats you all up, does it not, that she cares so little for you all. Did you think you’d found yourself a new pet? A new ability to consume like you have the others.”

“Estrid is a danger to herself and others, we were containing the threat.”

“My lady may be a threat,” Loki clenched his jaw, “she may be powerful, magical, in a way that you Midgardians cannot understand, but she is perfectly capable of controlling herself. We have no need of you, she never did. In fact, if I recall, you were so desperately outmatched you asked me for help.” He sat forwards slowly, standing to his full height and approaching the glass again. “And if she has experienced one ounce of pain, one iota of worry or sadness about this sorry situation then you will wish you had never made that call, you will wish you had ignored her from the start. You and your little band of would-be do-gooders have seen nothing of the power that Asgard wields, that I wield.” He snarled, slamming a hand against the glass. It rattled, but held firm.

On the other side Natasha stayed firm, her feet set and back straight, but he could see a question wavering behind her eyes. What were they doing locking him back up, why had they sent her?

Natasha shifted on her feet and smirked. That raised lip, that quirked eyebrow. It made Loki’s blood boil.

“Is this love, Laufeyson? Do you really think you’re defending Estrid’s honour?”

“What was it you said to me once? Love is for children? You owed the archer a debt, as I recall. I owe Estrid more than a debt, I owe her a lifetime that she has been denied. More than you and your band of self satisfied superheroes could ever imagine.” He spat, fingers pressing into the glass wall. He could feel anger rising within him, the need to let his magic lash out was unbearable, the controlling magic surrounding his prison tamping it down like a cork in a bottle of champagne.

“We were never trying to take anything from her. You were tasked with helping her, you were tasked with a mission and you didn’t check in. You both vanished, Laufeyson, when you were supposed to return her to the compound. ‘Round here we call that kidnapping.”

“I made a different call.” Loki’s voice was a low growl, “because she is no object to be bargained over. She is a Princess, a Goddess. And you must allow me to return to her to defend the Asgardian people, we both know there's been an attack. You cannot hide it from me.”

“How the tables turn, Laufeyson. This feels very familiar, in fact, it’s a shame you have nothing to bargain with. But you have to accept that you can't control her forever.”

“There is no coercion here, merely the truth. And your hurt feelings of course.”

“We have a job to do, an organisation to maintain and a government to answer to.” Natasha moved slightly to the side, no doubt some code or suggestion to her superiors. Loki admired her bond with Barton, he had been touched by her dedication to gaining him back and, though it hurt him to admit, he hoped she could see his need to return to you too. But it seemed she had other plans.

“And regimes fall every day, Agent Romanoff. Or have you forgotten that, now that you’re so comfortable here? This regime of Starks, his Avengers. It cannot last forever, you mortals pass like butterflies in the summer and so will this. You’ve gone soft, I’m disappointed.”

Loki moved, slow and calculated, like a cat about to strike. He backed away from the glass and placed his hands behind his back again.

“I have a job to do, protecting Estrid. And I am tasked with making sure you don’t escape again.”

“You believe I owe you imprisonment? A punishment? We have not even begun to discuss what is owed to my Asynja for her sufferings in this place. So I would tread - oh - very, very carefully. I would think, very, very carefully. And I would scurry back to your superiors and tell them that I may be the one locked up, but I am certainly not the one to fear. You should have contained her while you had the chance, because my Asynja, my Goddess - she will be most upset to have woken up alone, so I would consider what that might look like - what that might feel like - for those responsible, when she does return.”

Lugh held your elbow as you landed on the outskirts of the Avengers compound tucked into the shadows forming from the rising winter sun. As you stared at it it seemed to glow warmer in return, light flaring in amber beams that cut swathes through the manicured lawn towards the lake.

It would be a lie to say your time here had been completely terrible, though it was certainly a low point in many ways. But Loki had made it shimmer with magic. It had been here, in these grounds, that you’d practised your gifts with him, had seen him bring forth his armour for the first time and had begun to form a friendship with Thor that now felt like family.

Loki was not to blame for this place being ruined, it was the Avengers and their need to control and box off everyone they came into contact with.

You stepped forwards, over the still brown grass that marked Loki’s entrance into your life all those months ago and, as you did so, your armour strengthened. The silver breastplate that sat over navy velvet flashed in the sun, new patterns forming on the surface, a snake, a calf, the sun and moon, twined together.

The cape at your back rustled in the breeze and your spear ignited with a blue flame, tall and proud even in the building wind. It was time, and you were ready.

“I will distract these Avengers,” Lugh said, tripping over the unusual phrasing, “you will need to find Loki. Do you know the layout of this…castle? Where will their dungeons be?”

“Don’t worry,” you eyed the large picture windows that faced out onto the grounds, “I know exactly where they’ll be keeping him, I just need to get inside.”

“I can not use the bi-frost to enter.”

“There’s an exit from the roof that no one uses, it’s locked but I can try and melt the mechanism.” You pointed to an overgrown corner of the building, “but I need you to go that way,” you pivoted to the water, motioning towards the towering entrance to the compound. “If you can lure them that way, to the water maybe, and hold them there it’ll give me more time.”

Lugh clasped a hand to your shoulder and drew you closer, patting your back, “your mother would be so, so proud of you, child. I hope you know that. I will gladly cause a distraction for you.”

Lugh strode off across the grass, bold in his gleaming armour, the sun dancing in his long hair. Immediately the guards at the gate began panicking, talking into their radios and reaching underneath their desks.

Now or never, with a shimmer of magic, you broke into a run.

The bottom of the metal staircase was, quite sensibly, locked tight and caged in with a huge padlock, but the metal bars heated easily under your flaming hands, twisting away until you could shove at the gate, forcing her way in.

You took the stairs two at a time, racing towards the roof and towards Loki. You knew he was close and resisted the urge to send a wave of power through the compound. Anyone could pick up on that, you knew the Avengers had all manner of monitoring equipment and it had probably been ramped up since your swift entrance, and exit, from their world.

The roof was as you’d left it, lawn chairs scattered around, an ashtray perched on one arm let you know the Bucky had still been using it regularly, there was a cigarette with lipstick on it as well - Natasha.

You were expecting them all to be present, but confirmation felt worse, a rock settling in your stomach. You’d never wanted to hate them, to fight against them, you just didn’t want to be them but it seemed to amount to the same thing.

From the roof you could see Lugh, popping up and vanishing around the perimeter of the compound. There were already a good number of recruits and agents chasing after him, but you needed to see Avengers, needed them to be out there to know that they weren’t inside.

Each heartbeat felt like a seismic event, your breath whooshing in your ears and limbs heavy from the stress of keeping them still. You needed to get to Loki now, why was it taking them so long to respond!

The air shifted and suddenly a blur of red shot across the open grass towards the perimeter, Iron Man. In his wake Captain America and the Black Widow took up flanking positions on the ground. No doubt the Soldier was hidden somewhere and the Falcon was probably airbourne somewhere as well, at least, you hoped.

Your heartbeat loud in your ears you reached for the locking mechanism on the door. They were all biometric, you remembered the way the Avengers have clicked in and out of rooms using their finger prints or eye scans alongside the little cards clipped to their belts. You didn't have a little card anymore, but you were pretty sure Natasha’s fingerprints would get you in.

The lock clicked, the door swinging open silently and - you weren't alone.

There was someone in the shadows, a hand reached out and tugged you against the wall.

“Shush, be quiet.”

A woman then, but - “I wasn't saying anything.”

“Shush, they're looking for you okay, Jane called me and she said ‘Darce there's this woman and-’ well anyway she told me you were coming and wow you’re sure fast I'll give you that.”

“I don't know who you were expecting but this is Natasha and -”

The woman laughed, “sure you are. The Widow’s out there -” she motioned with her hand towards the edge of the compound, “we all know that.”

With a sigh you allowed yourself to change again. If you were going to be found out anyway you might as well be comfortable.

“Ohhhh I love this get up, very Goddessy I like it a lot -”

“Didn't you say I had to be quiet?” You hissed, looking down into the dark stairwell.

“Oh yeah, quiet, yeah, so Jane told me you were coming and girl this is a stupid fucking plan but if you're for sure sure you're going down there then you'll need me to turn the cameras off.” She smiled, pulling her phone from her bomber jacket and tapping on the bright screen.

In the light from the phone you could see her more clearly, dark curling hair tucked under a beanie hat, bright red lips and headphones around her neck.

“There, okay, so I've moved the feed but you won't have much time. Do you need any help? Do you need a sidekick?”

“Do you know where they're keeping Loki?”

She stared at for a minute and then a wide grin burst onto her face, “of course I do, the medical wing I can take you if-”

“Got it, thanks.”

“I could come?!”

“No need, thank you!” You stage whispered, running into the darkness.

The compound was as you remembered it, cold despite the climate control, echoing and vast and full of people rushing around below. You crept across the higher levels of the atrium and made your way towards the medical wing. There was a cell there you’d seen that was wide and glass, made for the Hulk, if they were going to keep Loki anywhere, it’d be there you were sure of it.

As you moved through the corridors the thrumming inside of you grew deeper, the bass drumming of your heart reverberated in your bones, called to you, drawing you closer and closer, faster and faster. Your footsteps beat on the floor, breaking into a run. Skidding down corridor after corridor until, finally, you were there. The medical wing - only a door away. He was here, your bones knew it, your magic knew it.

As you passed each CCTV camera you noted the red live light flickering off, you could only hope you wouldn’t trip the fire alarm with the way your fingers flared with heat and smoke.

There was movement, behind the small window in the door and there he was, Loki, your Loki, pacing and clenching his fists.

Your flames sputtered, too excited, too overwhelmed to control and the smoke billowed.

Smoke alarms blared and Loki’s head shot up. He looked dishevelled, upset and unkempt in a way you’d never seen before. Even when he’d found you locked in the castle he’d kept an air of controlled grace and cunning. Now he looked wrecked.

Behind the glass his voice was stolen, but he was shouting, his neck and jaw tight with the effort of it.

“I’m coming,” you shouted back, uselessly, your words swallowed by the soundproofing and ongoing flashing alarm.

You tried your palm against the lock shifting just your hand into Natasha's and hoping that the Widow had clearance to open the prison door. But nothing happened, just a shrill beep and a flash of red on the screen. Access Denied, Clearance Level 1 Required.

Fuck.

“Loki, I’m going to get you out. I promise!” You called, hoping he could understand you even if he couldn’t hear you.

The thrumming inside of you grew stronger, pulling against your chest as if it was reaching for Loki.

Summoning your flames back to you, you blasted the door, all finesse vanishing with desperate need.

Loki stood back from the glass wall in his prison, waiting, patient now, staring in awe.

The flames just licked higher.

There was something on the other side and Loki motioned to the space above the door, there was nothing on your side, but he made a shape with his finger - runes.

You sent another barrage of flame but it only tickled the impenetrable door, instead you wedged the end of your spear in the gap, attempting to leverage it open, but there was still no movement.

Instead water began to spray from the overhead sprinkler system and your flames gave a last angry crackle before going out.

On the other side Loki held his hand up to the glass, a twisting smile on his face but defeat in his eyes. He was so close, so fucking close, tears welled and you screamed despite yourself, allowing your anger and fear to fill you to the brim, sucking in every speck of light from the corridor, Loki’s prison turned pitch black and then there was a shattering, a rocking and the door simply melted. The doorway dripped metal and molten glass, the searing heat a mere ghost of a touch when you passed through and there, in the middle of the room, stood your Loki.

You dropped the spear and ran to him, throwing yourself at him and trusting him with everything that he would catch you.

He swung you into his strong arms, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, breathing you in for the first time in forever. His heart raced with yours, racing towards your freedom.

“Loki -”

“Asynja -”

“I missed you, I missed you so much and I have so much to tell you -”

“In time, my darling, but first -” he bent towards you, hands cupping your cheeks and drawing you close to place a devastating kiss on your open lips. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting your fear and need and, dare he think it, your love. You gripped him back equally as hard, your hands clutching in his messy curls, and pressed your body to his.

From some inconsequential place in the room you both heard a creak but, wrapped in Loki’s embrace you ignored it until - your stomach dropped, the singular sensation of your entire body moving at once without your input, like a lift releasing too fast.

“The prison, we must leave.” Loki tugged you towards the exit but it was too late, the prison was collapsing in on itself, the darkness below swallowing it and suddenly you were both plunging.

You lifted your arms, ready to go with Loki wherever this dreadful place was taking you, but instead a comfortable warmth settled over you both, heavy, like a cloak, and smelling of spring rain on new buds, grass and flowers and the first warm day.

“Hold on,” Loki scooped you into his arms, swinging your legs out from under you with an arm below your knees and one at your back - then the bifrost took you. Propelling you through space away from the compound, away from Loki’s prison and back to Tønsberg. Where the village lay bared to Bres once more, and you landed with Loki, wrapped in the cloak of protection, with an army at your doorstep.

<<Chapter 23

Chapter 25>>

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agentofagony · 2 years ago

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He's so ugly I wanna punch him in the face way more than ikol but damn is he relatable sometimes😭

I miss reading comics with the old loki, I'm going to reread siege 🙃

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki comics #marvel #marvel comics #old loki #siege marvel

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five-miles-over · 1 year ago

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The Phantom of Asgard (Thor: The Dark World!Loki x Reader)

Summary: Rumors say that a phantom haunts the darkest hall in the royal palace of Asgard, but is he truly as dangerous as the people of Asgard claim he is? You and your friends decide to investigate one night for yourselves.

Warnings: Mentions of character death

"We shouldn't be here."

"Then keep your voice down!"

You silently tiptoed, following your friend Revna, a damsel with long black hair whose fingers were wrapped around the end of a burning candle. Ingrid, whose skin almost glowed as much as her honey blonde curls did in sunlight, trembled with every step.

You met Revna and Ingrid through serving together as ladies-in-waiting to the late Queen Frigga. You were all of Asgardian noble blood, sent to the palace in hopes of rubbing shoulders with some of the most elite of the Aesir. But after her untimely passing and the war with the Dark Elves came to an end, the All-Father King Odin made the simple decision to keep you in service of the royal family. Only instead of having you serve Prince Thor or the king himself, Odin decreed that the three of you were to be educated in political science and history like the noble boys of Asgard. With a twinkle in his eye, the All-Father proposed that if you three were properly educated, then you could join the council as a division of ladies to advise the future king of Asgard.

And as a result, your new schedules left you with a newly found period of free time every night, since you wouldn't be on watch for anyone trying to harm a member of the royal family. "We're getting closer,…" Revna muttered before Ingrid reminded her to keep the candle at the level of her eye.

"I think there's a library somewhere here…" You glanced over your shoulder to find a tapestry of the late queen hanging, her likeness captured with vivid shades of turquoise and gold. "I don't understand, why shouldn't we be here?"

"This is where they say the Phantom of Asgard resides." Ingrid explained in a hushed whisper as the three of you made your way past gray stone figures depicting warriors from lore. Placed along either side of the hall, it was as if they were standing vigil while in their immortalized, lifeless state. "He resides past the throne room, in the darkest of chambers."

"That explains why no one's lit any torches or lamps." Revna grumbles before Ingrid says for the second time to keep the candle at eye-level. "My arm is getting tired!"

Ingrid continued to narrate, "I've heard rumors that the phantom is the ghost of a soldier who gave his life defending Asgard. But others say he's a monster in the palace, he'll hurt us."

"Come now," you chastised Ingrid, walking past another tapestry hanging on the walls of the palace. "There can't be a Phantom. It's probably just some trick made up by the Prince of Lies."

"Also known as the God of Mischief?" Revna interjected. "He's dead."

"I don't believe it."

Revna quickly turned around. "What?"

Ingrid shushed you and repeated, "Candle! Level of your eye."

This time, Revna rolled her eyes and simply switched hands. "If he weren't dead, then why is the All-father commissioning for a statue of the trickster god to be built outside the palace?"

"How would I know?" You carefully stepped over a small abandoned dagger laying on the floor. "All I know is that the first time it was announced that Prince Loki was no more, he was found on Midgard attempting to lay siege."

As if on cue, a powerful guest of wind blew past the three of you, sending a chill down your spine. The flame of Revna's candle flickered. "See!" Ingrid pointed behind you. "The Phantom heard us!"

"Really?" Revna sighed loudly. "Ingrid come on…"

"I'm telling you," you huffed. "There. Is. No. Phantom!"

No sooner had you said those words, a more powerful gust of wind blew past you and extinguished the candle, sending the three of you into near-darkness, save for the faint moonlight from the glass window at the end of the hall.

"Oh my god!" Ingrid whimpered. She clutched your arm with a vice-like grip. "See what you've done?!"

Revna assured her, swallowing. "It's okay…it's okay. Nothing's going to happen." She remained with her feet planted to the floor.

A shatter. You were almost certain that there was no crack in the window…until now. A jagged crack as if someone had thrown a pebble at it.

Then, one of the stone figures standing in the hall - a warrior with a horned helmet holding a weapon at his hip, fell face-first, just barely missing Revna. As soon as the statue landed against the floor, its head split into pieces before your very eyes, horns and all.

"That's…not okay." Revna gulped, taking a step back with baited breath. Her foot caught in the hem of her gown, causing her to lose balance. You caught her just in time, letting go of Ingrid while Revna held the candlestick for dear life.

You steadied her. "We have to get out of here…Go back the way we came."

Ingrid's eyes filled with tears, and she choked on a sob. "Please, please tell me now you believe there's a Phan-" She was drowned by the sound of her own hysterical screams. A second crack….and then a third appeared in the window. "I don't want to die…Please, no!"

Now was Revna's turn to shush her. "If anyone finds us, we could either be dead, or worse, banished. Now let's go."

The three of you murmured in agreement, reluctantly promising to staunchly deny if anyone asked if you were roaming the palace at night. You hitched your skirts and scurried down the hall as quickly as possible, even though you could barely see anything in your way. Guided only by the sound of each others' footsteps and heavy panting, you only had a single thought in mind: go back the way you came here, and find your shared bedroom as possible. Before you could be caught by any guards or servants with a propensity to gossip. Your heartbeat quickened as you continued to run for your life. Suddenly, in the midst of your attempted escape, you tripped over something - perhaps it was the fabric of the carpet or perhaps your own clumsiness worsened by fear - and landed on your knees. "Revna! Ingrid!" In the midst of you shouting for your friends, a gloved hand covered your mouth.

A strange whisper tickled your ear. "No need to be afraid…There is no Phantom," the mysterious voice echoed your words from earlier with a touch of theatrical sarcasm. "Just a trick made up by the Prince of Lies."

The gloved hand remained over your mouth. "If you scream," the mysterious voice warned you while another hand rested on your waist. "I promise to show you no mercy. Understood?"

You nodded, trembling while you rose to your feet.

"Good girl."

With a wave of the gloved hand, golden candelabras spontaneously appeared along the hall, burning brightly. And emerging out of thin air was a large, rectangular mirror with a bronze-like intricate border that shined with such a luster that the untrained eye could mistake it for gold. You treaded lightly towards your own reflection.

Once again, the mysterious voice filled your ear. "Now you see me…"

Behind you stood a tall man with ebony curls reaching his shoulders. He wore a tailored black waistcoat with long sleeves, and silk black gloves. An emerald green mask decorated with gold glitter obscured the left half of his face, yet…why did he seem so familiar?

Your fingers inched towards the side of his face, beneath his cheekbone. The masked one sighed, leaning in closer so that his nose nestled against your hair while he delighted in your delicate touch. You trembled as your fingertips brushed against the smooth, unblemished skin. His hand encircled your waist once again, and you decided to be bold. Reaching for the edge of the mask, you carefully began to lift it…

"No." He said it with such a dark desperation in his voice, and his other hand caught your wrist.

"I want to know who you are."

"You already do."

Lowering your hand, you silently contemplated for a moment, allowing the masked one to simply cradle you in his arms from behind. "You're the God of Mischief," you uttered to his reflection. "You're Prince Loki."

A smile appeared on the face of the masked god, the smile of a mastermind at the end of a successful plan. Joyful yet reserved, like he already knew the outcome and had envisioned it in his mind several times before executing his plans.

"But you're…dead," you murmured, exercising extreme caution with the last word. "How could you be here? In these halls? I don't understand."

"And yet from the beginning, you knew it was me behind this mask…How, sweet one?"

Your eyes followed Loki's fingers as they glided along your arms before resting on your shoulders. "I cannot say, my Prince….I just knew."

A quiet laugh escaped him. "Or is it because you knew only one could cause such havoc in these halls"?" A wider smile on his face, the god of mischief pressed his lips against the top of your head.

"How did you survive?" A flush of heat spread across your cheeks.

"Because it's what I always do."

You blinked, unable to look away from the mirror for even a second, as if someone had cast a spell of hypnosis upon you. "And what will you do now?"

"Nothing yet." He simply said. "You are the only one who knows."

"Even the All-Father?"

Loki nuzzled against the base of your neck, leaving you weak in the knees. "I do not wish to speak of him tonight." He reached for your hand and brought it to his lips. "I promise to you, all will be revealed in time." The god of mischief then combed his fingers through sections of your hair, taking his time with every touch as if he wanted to memorize exactly how you felt. "Rest now, my sweet, for I will call upon you again. From this night, you belong to me, and I to you."

And with a simple wave of his hand, your surroundings disappeared to darkness. "My prince?" You called, looking around only to be met with silence.

Then, a single candle appeared seemingly out of thin air, with a small, flickering flame. You found yourself alone, inside that same hall, instantly recognizing the tapestry of the late queen that decorated the wall. Only this time, the window at the end of the hall bore no cracks, and the fallen statue stood upright in its original place, perfectly standing vigil.

And on the floor, next to your feet, lay a single white lily with a dark green ribbon tied around its stem. A lasting promise from the Phantom of Asgard.

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