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donaweasley · 1 year ago

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Sway With Me

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Plus-sized!Reader

Plot:

Time changes several things, including a person’s appearance. The reader was once fit and confident about her physique but recent changes in her lifestyle has made her bloated. Ashamed of her current body, she shuns away from Loki, and keeps him at bay whenever he tries to get close to her. That was until our Silvertongue decides to erase her insecurities once and for all.

Warnings: Body issues.

Read time: ~6 mins

Note: The song mentioned in the story is “For All You Give” by The Paper Kites.

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I wanna take you everywhere I go

Have you by my side

Take a walk round in every town

Drive across state lines

Like the sun sends a golden stream

Into our front room

I could be the same old light for you

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“Come on, dance with me,” Loki pulled her out of the couch and flush to his body.

“You mean ‘sway’ with me,” she giggled.

“Whatever you would like to call it,” he rested his cheek against hers.

“I love this song!” She hummed.

“So do I.”

The lyrics floated through the room, and rippled with the movements of the two bodies swaying to the whims of the accompanying music.

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Like the morning is always new

Give it back to you

Like the rain, it just passes through

For all you give

I'll give it back to you

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“You know I love you, right?” Loki murmured on the skin of her shoulder.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Then why do you say things that hurt me?”

An exhausted sigh left her. She pulled herself away ever so slightly, just enough to be able to look into his green eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you, Loki. It’s true, isn’t it, that I don’t look as I used to. I don’t like this version of me.”

His eyes looked deep into her soul. There was a command in them, as a king would hold while addressing his subject. But it was softened by a reverence and an equally unparalleled love.

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I think about it like a man in need

Every time I'm gone

Wait to see you like a mile-long train

Is passing by your door

And my life is set around you now

Tangled up the same

And I'll be the one who calls your name

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“But I still love you,” Loki declared. “You. How you look has never mattered to me.”

She raised a playful brow at the statement.

The trickster let out a soft laugh. “I mean, I love the way you look. Any time. In any form. You have always mesmerized me, love.”

“But I disappoint myself,” tears had begun to form at the corners of her eyes.

“Why do you let your looks define you?” Loki slipped a slender finger beneath her chin and held it up. “You are a queen! It is not your looks but your attitude and your work that should define you.”

“Easy for you to say, god!”

Loki sighed in defeat. There seemed to be no way he could convince her with his words.

“Come here.” He took her by the hand, and walked to their bedroom.

“Love, I get it. I get your point,” she chuckled, assuming Loki’s “intentions”.

“No, you do not. You say that you have understood, and then I see you hating yourself all over again. Were you not the one who had taught me to love myself no matter what the world says? Were you not the one to tell me to look past my faults, and find the light inside? I did. And I found you. I found us!”

“I still love myself,” she tried to reason, “I just...it’s this mirror that I don’t like.”

“And this is exactly the reason why I need you to look at it.”

Loki positioned them to stand in front of the mirror, with her facing it while he stood behind her.

“What do you see?” He asked her reflection.

“A gorgeous god with a bag of fat,” she laughed, knowing the reaction she’d receive from him.

“You know what I see?”

“A humble god with a ravishing woman?” She jested.

“Partially correct. The woman is ravishing, yes. But the god is gorgeous, too.”

“Narcissist!” She smacked his arm playfully.

“What? One should always appreciate oneself! You are the one who has taught me that.”

“Hmm,” she hummed in agreement, letting a stubborn smile take over her features.

“But I also see a gracious amount of soft skin hidden behind this ugly piece of cloth,” Loki pulled at her t-shirt.

“Don’t you call my baggy tee ugly, mister!” She laughed.

“Shut up. It is ugly because it does not allow me to feel the warmth of your skin. Do you have any idea how much your touch soothes me? How I crave for your skin...any part of it whenever I am feeling anxious?”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Then? I see this ugly thing again, not hugging but clumsily falling over your beautiful, curvy waist,” his hands gently squeezed her waist. “You know how much I love these curves of yours. But did you know that now there is a lot more room for me to dig my fingers into as I make love to you?”

The way he was purring into her ears, and the manner in which his long fingers were slowly gripping her, made her giggle and squirm.

“Ticklish...just the way I like it. See, you do not even allow me to tickle you anymore.”

The more she wiggled under his hold, the more he continued his mischief. Their laughter filled the room until she was panting and begging him to stop.

He kissed her neck before speaking, “And these?”

His palms had now snaked up her body, stopping only when they came to rest on her breasts.

“Do you have any, any idea how much I love these?”

“I guess, I do,” she replied through ragged breaths. Either his hands were exuding magic or she must have lost her senses during the whole tickle-fight, she thought.

“No, you do not,” he breathed in her ear. Yes, it was him and not her, she was sure now.

“If you knew,” his mouth continued with the words while his hands continued with something else, “you would not have left me craving for days.”

“(Y/N)?” He turned her around to face him, “Why are you depriving me of things that I love? Things that I need for survival? I need you. All of you - the good and the bad. Although there is nothing ‘bad’ about your body but only about the way you look at it. Look at yourself the way I look at you. And then you shall see what a marvellous creation you are!”

A tear ran down her cheek. Wiping it off, she tried to laugh but almost choked on her emotions. “I still don’t understand how you can love me so much. You, a god!”

“I am,” Loki kissed her face, “but a simple man with a heart that beats for you. And yes, the most charming man in the entire universe!”

His mischievous smirk made her laugh. Loki stole the moment to pull her flush to him.

“You are my queen,” he ran a hand over her head and down her neck, “my angel. You are…the most beautiful creation that can ever exist. And never ever will you doubt yourself.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Or else I shall punish you.”

A pleasant shiver ran up her spine. “Is that a threat from a god?” She whispered back.

“It is a promise from a god,” his breath warmed the shell of her ear, “and a god always keeps his promise.”

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Taglist:

@huntress-artemiss @evelyn-kingsley@dryyoursaltyoceantears@modestlyabsurd

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beauty-in-the-details · 9 months ago

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Trojans-Atlas Genius (Cause Helen.)

Acurrucar - Ed Meverick

Chachacha- Josean Log

Scrawny-Wallows

(1) Very catchy. Is this alt pop? Never know what to call it, but it’s a lot of my music. Feels like:

Silvertongue - Young the Giant

(2) I do not speak Spanish, but musically beautiful (also the music video, gorgeous). I was the idiot that thought French would make me interesting, so have a French song:

Pourqoui tu pas - MONTMARTRE

(3) Fun fact, my childhood dog’s name was Chacha. Looooved this, can’t really put my finger on why, it just…works. Going on my foggy mornings playlist. Also occupying that playlist:

Uncertainty - Tow’rs

(4) Mr. 13 Reasons Why? Boy wilding. A vibe. The cockiness reminded me of:

Dead Man Walking - Jon Bellion

#answered asks #anon ask #anonymous

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synthmusic91 · 4 years ago

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Dear Professor [REDACTED],

Inboxes are getting fuller and attention spans are getting shorter, so I'll keep this interesting, if not short.

After some thought, I've decided that I am deeply disappointed in the discussion of "cancel culture" during last Wednesday's class. It was such a directionless, surface-level appeasement of white feminist ideals that I dropped the class. I re-enrolled, clearly, but going forward I would like to be explicitly clear on how I feel about certain topics, even if we don't get to the root of my ideas during discussion.

What the class seems to believe is cancel culture—the idea of ostracizing someone after a single Freudian slip—exists, though not in the way that they believe. That is, the well-intentioned but ignorant oppressor getting "cancelled" after a single mistake is not a situation that exists with systematic backing. Even if they wanted to, the oppressed would have a hard time, as an outsider, shutting the oppressor out of their own community. There are some nebulous subcategories of what is broadly, and ignorantly, known as "cancel culture" that warrant discussion, some of which I'll discuss below. Note that none of them include the aforementioned situation, which the class spent the majority of our time discussing.

The "cancelling" of oppressed people for speaking out against an oppressive system has existed for a long time, though shifts in language have removed it from historical search results. I believe, at least in Hollywood, that it was called blacklisting, which is why the emergence of "cancel culture" is seen as an online and novel phenomenon. Historically, the person who was blacklisted was, and still is, far more likely to be a member of an oppressed group speaking out against the status quo that the oppressing group believes to be normative and natural. Since the oppressed group believes the discriminatory status quo to be natural, they observe the oppressed person's justified complaint as a disruption, an attack on their way of life. Either I'm too young or blacklisting never made the mainstream because the victims were often women, people of color, disabled, queer, or any combination thereof.

Another type of cancelling, which invites some very interesting and challenging criticism of online activist circles and has gained traction with the parasocial nature of social media, usually involves public activist or marginalized figures. When an activist figure makes a perceived slight, no matter how small, that would compromise the unity of the allied oppressed group, they could be attacked by an angry online mob for their perceived transgression. This type of cancelling is particularly vitriolic for a variety of reasons, particularly because it's infectious, it mobilizes support networks against the victim, and it's all public.

The mainstream, high-profile version of cancelling that coined the term "cancel culture" is different from the others in that it's not really cancelling at all. If the term "cancelling" implies unjust, destructive consequences for the victim, then the mainstream rendition of cancel culture that has been pushed by powerful online figures like J.K. Rowling contains a critical flaw; namely, that none of the powerful figures being cancelled have faced any real consequences. J.K. Rowling might have been attacked by Twitter mobs, but she still has lots of money and a huge platform. Moreover, she was warned and criticized for her transphobia long before the Twitter mobs made their move. She was not cancelled and never will be, yet she insists on calling her experience one of the worst cases of cancel culture. Her perception should not be regarded as reasonable, but rather as a case study of the pantomimed victimhood of white women and the value of the oppressor's emotions over the oppressed's voice and justice.

The majority of the class seemed to have very limited knowledge regarding the topic of cancelling and, in their ignorance, stifled the discussion of intersectional feminism in favor of focusing on the nuances of the "well-meaning" oppressor class. There's a discussion there as well, but their knowledge of that topic was also painfully lacking in intersectional viewpoints and had the additional weakness of not being accompanied by the required reading.

I understand that the purpose of the discussion is for it to be student led, but the classroom is first and foremost a place to learn. Rather than indulge the class's ignorance, I believe it is necessary to direct conversation towards the topics rendered in detail in the readings for which students are guaranteed a base level of knowledge and nuance and away from where the class seems to steer itself, which is unproductive pop feminism with no purpose except to water down complex social issues and to provide excuses to avoid confronting one's own biases and faults. While more emotionally palatable, the refusal of the emotional labor of feminist theory makes it impossible to learn and grow.

I'd like to explore these ideas in more detail, either in office hours, on my projects, or even during class. Thanks for reading all of this, and my apologies if my tone was harsh; I simply want to get the most out of this course. See you in class!

Cheers,

𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓪

im so fucking iconic. so iconic and intelligent and beautiful

#so gorgeous. call me silvertongue #s

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wheredafandomat · 3 years ago

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Knight in Asgardian Leather 💚P4💚

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Instead of waiting for Kyle to leave the bathroom so you could get ready, you stood up and quickly put a coat on over your pyjamas. You also slipped some shoes on knowing that if you just made it to the compound, your room there would be waiting for you and you’d be able to wash and change into proper clothes. The only issue being the team seeing you such a mess. You knew for certain that Loki was awake but you hoped he was the only one. With only Loki awake, you could sneak into your room undetected and be out, looking brand new in time for any morning meetings. You pocketed your car keys before making a beeline for the door, ignoring Kyle calling after you from the bathroom.

In the safety of your car, you put your seatbelt on before making your way to the compound. Your heart was in your throat the whole journey, dreading going back home to Kyle. Once you arrived in the car park, you looked at yourself in the small mirror. Kyles words echoed in your mind as you took in your appearance. ‘The sight of you disgusts me’ was all you could hear as you stared into your eyes in the reflection. You were disgusting. Horrible. Kyle was the only person who’d truly ever love you, he had reminded you on many occasions. He had told you that despite all your flaws, you were still decent in his opinion. Regardless of all the horrible things he said, despite how true they were, he still held you at night. Kyle ensured you were never truly alone yet in times like these ones, you felt overwhelmingly lonely.

Tearing your scrutinising gaze from your dishevelled appearance, you exited the car. Stealthily, you made your way to your room in the hopes that you’d not be caught looking so dreadful, disgusting. You entered the elevator, trying your hardest not to look at yourself in the mirror as you made your way to your floor. You had almost made it undetected until the doors opened and you were greeted by Loki.

“Good morning gorgeous girl.” He smiled as you looked down, pushing past him so he wouldn’t be able to properly see you. “Y/n?” He called after you, concern evident in his tone as he followed behind you. “Are you alright?”

“Yes” you instantly replied, near running to your room.

“Y/n. Wait” Loki said, stepping in front of you, stopping your movements as you looked to the ground. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” you lied, not daring a glance up at him.

“Y/n” he tutted, lifting your chin up so you’d look at him “you should know better than to lie to me.”

“I’m fine honestly” you said pleadingly, wanting him to let you go so he didn’t have to look at you. You didn’t want him to look at you, you were disgusting.

“Would you like me to—” he began.

“Please, please just leave me alone.” You almost cried, looking into his eyes and seeing him looking at you. “I need to sort myself out I-I need to clean a-and do my hair and—and” you rambled as your lip began trembling.

“Alter your appearance? You’re already remarkably stunning. Any more and you’ll be blinding.” He teased, interrupting your listing, causing you to break out into a small smile. Times like these you wished Loki felt for you how you felt for him. He loved you but as a friend loves a friend, not in the way you loved him, not in the way you wanted to be loved by him. His words almost made you forget how you looked as you visibly relaxed causing Loki to simper.

“Silvertongue” you winked causing Loki to run his tongue over his bottom lip leaving you breathless as you watched the action. Realising you were staring, your eyes quickly found his again and he was still looking at you. You silently yelped before pushing your door open and closing it behind you.

“Y/n, you truly are strange without your morning coffee” he laughed as you pinched the bridge of your nose “I’ll bring you one.”

“Thanks” you shouted before running to the en-suite and tearing your pyjamas off before jumping into the shower. Once again alone with your thoughts, Kyles words reverberated in your mind until they were fought away by Loki’s words. Even in the state you were in, Loki had called you remarkably stunning. Loki was the god of lies, not of telling them. In fact, Loki almost never lied save the odd times he’d prank Thor, not telling him where he had hidden his belongings. He was prided on his sincerity and after spending so much time with him, you knew his compliments were genuine. You soon found yourself grinning at his words as you washed.

Once you were out of the shower, you brushed your teeth before going into your bedroom. As if perfectly timed, your door knocked. You headed towards it and opened it to be greeted by Loki who was holding some coffee along with a small plate with a croissant.

Loki couldn’t help but swallow as he took in the sight of you. Your hair was still slightly dripping and your legs were exposed. He had to battle to keep his gaze fixed on your face despite the protest of his mind telling his eyes to wander. He desperately wanted to throw the stupid coffee along with the flaky pastry on the floor and capture your lips in a kiss whilst pushing you backwards into the room, closing the door behind him. He wanted to caress you, claim you, tell you how much he loved you. He wanted you so so much but you were with that no good bastard Ky—

“Loki?” You spoke, snapping him from his thoughts.

“Oh yes” he said awkwardly, handing you the coffee and the plate “I hope you aren’t too hungover” he smiled, trying to dissipate the embarrassment he felt after being caught completely transfixed on the heavenly sight that was your exquisite body. With your permission, the things he’d do. He’d completely ravage you, making you his over and over and ov—

“You have to actually let go of the plate when giving it to someone” you giggled, a sound Loki could listen to for millennia, once again taking him from his thoughts.

“Of course” he smiled, letting go of the plate, looking upwards when your towel almost came undone. You quickly fastened it before Loki turned around, feeling his trousers tightening. “I’ll see you later” he uttered before heading to his room and slamming the door behind him. Gods were you seraphic.

Loki jumping into bed when y/n’s in it 🤣

Literally written this at 4 in the morning, hopefully my dreams are Loki filled 😂

Tags:

@lokiprompts

@slytherinintj13

@kaz11283

@speedy-object-dream

@mischief2sarawr

#tom hiddelston loki #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki (marvel)#oc fiction #loki fanfiction #implied smut #avenger loki #loki x avenger reader

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years ago

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BBB Week 36 Roundup!

Is everyone excited for our party this weekend?! We sure are! We’ll be having our traditional round robin, games, sprints, and there will be another drawing for tokens. See you on the 19th!

And don’t forget, we have 15 more days until the end of the round.

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Title: K1 - Undercover as Tourists Collaborator: pherryt Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - Undercover as Tourists Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Sooooooo I initially drew this on green scrap paper with a #2 pencil with intent to transfer it to nicer paper after and then… just liked the pencil sketch so much I kept going. And then just adjusted the color quality after Based this picture off an old photo I took of my daughter in front of the St Patricks Cathedral in Manhattan (inspired by the fact that i take pictures of everything everywhere and my bestie is always begging me to put away the damn camera, you look like a goddamn tourist!) Lastly - how do you know they’re undercover? Well, duh, if you *knew* they wouldn’t be very good at their jobs, right? eh, eh? Okay, I’ll see myself out… Also, foreshortening is still a PITA

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Title: Somebody that I used to know Collaborator: kalee60 Link: AO3 Square Filled: B2 - kink: shower sex Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: childhood friends AU, explicit sexual content Summary: Bucky Barnes, if asked, would say he led an ordinary life. He owned a successful business, worked long hours, had a pain in the butt best friend and dated good looking men on the odd occasion - though if pressed, he might admit he was craving a bit more in the romance department. But then he literally barrels into a stranger's life, a stranger that might not be so strange after all, a stranger who actually seems to know him very well - but for the life of him, Bucky can't remember ever being friends with such a gorgeous beefcake, who is funny, nice and genuinely seems to like Bucky for who he is. Suddenly a ridiculous wager is cast, and Bucky finds himself with five guesses to remember how he knows this mystery man. With nothing to lose, Bucky embarks on an odd but exhilarating adventure, and soon realises that maybe, just maybe, life doesn't have to be so ordinary after all. Word Count: 6447

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Title: Ask For Much - Chapter 13: Moral Support Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K2 - Upgrade Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, friendship, moral support, dating Summary: Bucky can’t deal with Steve’s rejection, so he agrees to meet Natasha for Brunch. She and Sam have a plan to get things back on track. Or Bucky gets strong-armed. (Pun intended.) Word Count: 826

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Title: afternoon delight Collaborator: abitnotgoodiebag Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y1 - kink: gentle sex Ship: BuckySam Rating: Mature Major Tags: NSFW/nudity, art Summary: There’s a Sam, there’s a Bucky, there’s a bed.

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Title: Fairy Soldier Collaborator: marvelcollabcupid Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K3 - glitter Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Fairy Bucky with glitter

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Title: Bandages and Soot Collaborator: fanbinbun Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - Free Space Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: fluff, injuries Summary: “Oh, you’re new. Hi! I’m Clint. I come here often.” “I have been warned.” Bucky said with amusement curling his lips. “Got a name, or should I just give in and start calling you ‘hot nurse’?” Word Count: 2365

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Title: Holiday Recipe Video Collaborator: BookDragon13 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - YouTuber Bucky Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: slight swearing, sex pun Summary: Bucky and Steve make a YouTube video showing how to make their favorite Christmas recipe from their childhood Word Count: 622

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Title: The Midnight Fox - Chapter 1: Prologue Collaborator: Minka Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 – “I Had a Plan” Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: royalty, bodyguard AU Summary: Amid the flashing lights, high fashion, and crystalline champagne flutes of the royal court of Estia, a deadly intrigue is brewing. There are whispers in the night; talk of a plot to assassinate the king and an uprising forged in blood and funded by stolen art. With the bars of his gilded cage closing in, Crown Prince James Barnes faces his own struggles. Dealing with a city more enamoured with a masked vigilante than him is starting to get old fast, and his stuffy new bodyguard is as infuriating as he is potentially dangerous. As chaos threatens to rip the country apart and the list of royal allies begins to run thin, the prince is forced to face the demons lurking in his past. After all, no party can last indefinitely, and no secrets remain buried forever.----Aka, the modern royalty and bodyguard AU that, like all my other fics, no one asked for but you’re bloody well going to get anyway. Word Count: 3845

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Title: Santa Overload Collaborator: BookDragon13 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K2 - Sensory Overload Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: dad Bucky Summary: Bucky attempts to take his daughter to see Santa Word Count: 262Title:

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just-another-romantic · 5 years ago

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How To Date a Broken God

Chapter One: Unfamiliar Faces and Uncomfortable Situations

Series Summary: A mere mortal teaches an almighty god how to be human

Warnings: nothing besides Loki being slightly depressed and having really bad issues, domestic avengers

Notes: GET READY FOR A SLOW BURN KIDDOS

“what is more unfair than having to choose between being a monster or being a hero? (-when you have to be both.) when you learn that the road to hell is paved with more than just good intentions.” -@dvoyd

Loki was having a really bad day. It barely ten in the morning and within the span of two hours of his waking - he spilt his coffee, managed to piss off Thor and cause a thunderstorm, got caught in the freezing May rain, and was now late to an Avengers meeting. Great, just great, he thought. They barely trust me enough to have me as a member of the team, and I’m already late to the first meeting.

The streets of Manhattan were mostly cleared due to the sudden storm, most people ducking inside whatever building to seek shelter, but the few unlucky pedestrians still on the street steered clear of Loki. The whole New York incident still didn’t sit well with people, even with it being a good ten years (or five for some) in the past. The god couldn’t blame them, he hated himself for it too.

In the middle of an almost abandoned Manhattan street, Loki held his arms outstretched, trying to remember the way it felt to fly. Hundreds of years ago, when he was just a boy, he’d run across the bank of the lake outside of the palace, “flying.” He yearned for that time all over again - when he was young and innocent, unaware of the ways of the world, when nobody hated him and he didn’t hate himself. He longed for his mother’s touch and soft voice, and the wrestling matches between him and his brother. He missed the adrenaline coursing through his veins in the midst of a battle. He was a god, still is, but oh, did he feel so small. His hands that once helped forge the universe seemed powerless now.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold of the tower, Loki was bombarded by no other than Agent Maria Hill. “Jesus Christ,” she exclaimed, grabing his wrist in a tight clasp and leading him through the building, “we let you out for one hour. One hour. And you turn up late.”

He swallowed his pride. “I’m sorry. I got caught up.” Loki was earning some interesting looks from the workers, most likely due to his appearance similar to a wet dog.

“Caught up reeking chaos, no doubt,” she seethed, reaching the end of the hall and pressing the elevator button. If the god didn't have a sliver of dignity left, he would have winced.

Instead, he coolly tossed, “You actually think that low of me, Agent?”

They stepped inside of the elevator, immediately beginning to rise to the fifth level where the conference rooms were located. Agent Hill turned to him, with a tight lipped smile. “Yes, actually,” she said. “After you destroyed half of New York, tried to take over our world like a maniac, and killed thousands of innocent people in the process, I believe I’m entitled to hate you, God of Mischief.”

Loki snorted. “There’s a line Miss Hill, and I’m the leader.”

The elevator dinged, cutting through the annoying music that Loki all but failed to realize, and opened its doors. He let Agent Hill lead him to the conference room, tracking water through the hallways behind her. After many twists and turns and passing too many doors to count, the pair arrived at the double French doors. Beyond them, sat the rest of the Avengers.

Once the door had opened, all eyes were on Loki, making him gulp. They were pleasant enough people, but he still hadn’t earned all of their trust. He had been their mission to take down for years, a villain to put in chains and shackles. Even after Ragnorok and the Blip, Loki doubted he’d ever be able to win their trust.

There was a new face at the table of superheroes, however. A woman of exquisite beauty, hair pulled into a simple ponytail, eyes vibrant and shinning, skin fair and clear. She was as gorgeous as any Asgardian woman Loki had ever met, perhaps even more so. Even in a plain blouse and jeans, she surpassed every beauty standard.

Her (y/e/c) eyes locked with his and Loki felt...odd. He felt his insides turn to warm mush under her stare, electricity sparked in every nerve, and his heart seemed to have doubled in size. Oh no, that can’t be normal.

“You finally found him,” Director Fury said to Hill from his place at the head of the table, somehow managing to look annoyed and pleased all at once - an art. “Took long enough.”

“I apologize, Director,” Loki said, tearing his gaze away from the girl and to his boss. “It wasn’t my intention to get sidetracked and arrive late.”

“I don’t think that’s ever anyone’s intent, yet it still happens.”

Silvertongue remained quiet and Hill directed him to the only available seat, the one next to the woman. His hands felt clammy and for the first time in the past hour, he was almost thankful to be soaked in rain because he’s sure he’d be sweating otherwise. Why was he so nervous?

He lowered himself in the rolling chair next to her, and she looked him up and down through the corner of her eye, face flashing with...disgust? The woman stiffened, crossing her legs and positioning herself furthest away from Loki. His hear ached for the first time in a millennia. No, no, no, no. Stop that - stop that at once.

“You all may be wondering why I called you here today,” announced Hill, taking her place beside the director. “And why there is a new face.”

The woman’s cheeks turned pink under everyone’s gaze and she forced her lips into a tight smile, bashful.

Hill continued. “I would like to introduce to you all Agent (Y/n) (Y/L/n). Our newest addition to the Avengers team.”

There was an uncomfortable beat of silence before the sorcerer from across the table asked, “Pardon me Miss (Y/L/n), but Agent Hill, is a new member really necessary?”

Loki sensed (Y/n) practically sinking into the leather of her rolling chair.

With a deep breath, the Agent explained, “First of all, Doctor, she is ‘Agent’ to you. Second, its been a year since Thanos.”

There was another pause as all of the avengers allowed the painful reminder to sink in. Loki’s eyes flitted over to the west wall, where the memorial was in place. Three huge portraits of the fallen heroes, framed in gold, with a matching broken avengers symbol above them. Underneath the first portrait of a red-headed woman was a plaque, reading, ‘Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, Black Widow, died for it.’ She was laughing in the picture, emerald eyes bright and dancing.

The picture in the middle was a man with a disheveled dress suit on, tie loose and hanging around his neck, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he worked on a laboratory table. Despite the grey hair’s sprouting in the thick brown locks, the man looked young and at ease. His smile flashed at the camera, teeth a pearly white. ‘Anthony Edward Stark, Iron Man, who died with it in his grasp,’ read an identical plaque.

The final picture was a handsome blond, looks so divine he could have been sculpted out of marble. His baby blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and a bit of mischief, a smirk to mirror it as well. He sat with a sketch pad in his lap and a charcoal pencil in hand. ‘Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America, died peacefully because of it.’

One larger block underneath read in bold print, ‘ALL DIED FOR JUSTICE.’

“We’ve been lucky to not run into any major issue so far, as it seems the universe itself is trying to get back in order. But what we cannot do is be naïve in thinking that it will last any longer. We need to face facts, we are down in numbers, and Agent (Y/L/n) is the only agent that has proven to me she is worthy of being a member of the team over the years I have worked with her.”

There was a loud crunch, coming from non-other than Scott Lang himself, munching loudly on pringles with his feet on the table. “So what,” he said through a mouthful of food, “does she have any powers?”

“What training does she have?” said one.

“In what ways is she qualified?” came another.

Finally, the new agent spoke. “I cannot turn large or small, nor can I fly or have a metal arm, but I have enhanced senses. Acute hearing and more than perfect vision, along with strength and agility. As for my qualifications, I’ve been trained as a skilled marksman and I’ve worked for S.H.E.I.L.D. for many years. I can take down a moving target from 250 yards away and I’ve been stationed on every continent for over six months.”

“Not to mention, in the past five years I gave her a medal,” cut in Fury, “And I wouldn’t give that to any wimp.”

“Most importantly, she has the character,” finalized Hill, leaving no room for discussion. With a sad smile and blank eyes, she gestured to the portraits on the wall. “I miss them too, guys, but we need to fill in the gaps. Thor and the Guardians are off world, Carol is doing who knows what, Clint will put an arrow through me if I drag him out of retirement again, and T’Challa has duties to his country. (Y/n) is not replacing our beloved friends, but we need more numbers for when something does happen.”

“So I’m assuming the Sokovia Accords are just gonna be disregarded now?” asked a witch.

“There really is no need for them anymore after the Snap. Today and over the weekend, Agent (Y/L/n) will be moving in and getting situated, but she begins training with you all Monday. Please for the love of God don’t scare her away.” Hill locked eyes with a certain god. “I’m talking to you Loki.”

He chuckled, crossing his arms, and in a fake promising voice said, “I would never! But a little prank never hurt anyone.”

“What about the time you stabbed your brother?”

“First, I was eight. Second, my brother and I are gods, madam. He’s survived much worse. I would never fatally impale a measly mortal.”

Agent (Y/L/n) huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Two can play at that game, Silvertongue.”

He glanced at her, unnerved by her confidence. “Are you willingly throwing yourself into a prank war with the god of chaos and mischief, petal?”

In the blink of an eye, a dagger that seemingly appeared at of nowhere was poised at his throat. Loki could see her smile behind the hilt. Her voice was sickly sweet, “No. I’m just willing to prove I am no delicate mortal, Lord of Chaos.”

“God.”

“Same thing.”

Loki bit his tongue, raising his hands slowly in mercy. As quickly as it came out, (Y/n) sheathed her weapon in her boot, looking all too pleased with herself.

Hill clapped her hands together to draw back the attention, plastering on a smile. “Proof enough?”

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(Y/n)’s day had been going well. First thing in the morning, she got called into her boss’ office and got a promotion to work alongside the literal Avengers, was introduced to the team shortly thereafter, proving her skills to the ones that doubted her by holding a dagger to a god’s next, and clicked immediately with some lovely people.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. Compassionate, sassy, and didn’t take any bullshit from anyone. Her room was adjacent to hers and she offered to help unpack. Then there was the sweet Peter Parker, the Spiderling (Spider-Man). Innocent, lovable, and too intelligent for his own good. It only made sense to befriend him as he followed Wanda around like a puppy.

So the trio sat splayed out in (Y/n)’s room, out of energy from hours of unpacking, but laughing non-stop, nevertheless.

(Y/n) was wheezing. It was the type of laughter that made your stomach hurt from laughing so hard; she hadn’t felt it in awhile. “Oh God,” she gasped, “then what did he do?”

Wanda sat perched on the newly made bed, wiping a tear off of her check with a polished finger. “Nothing! You wouldn’t believe it, he just stood there with a horrified look on his face. I thought he was about to shit his pants!”

(Y/n) smiled. “Your brother, Pietro...it sounds like he was a good man.”

The redhead twisted one of her rings around her finger, looking suddenly downcast. “He was. Really was.”

“Jesus Christ, does everyone here have terrible family issues?” piped Peter from the windowsill, laughing in hopes to lighten the mood.

“It might as well be a requirement to be a hero,” Wanda said with a sad smile, before abruptly turning to (Y/n). “What about you, new girl? What’s your tragic hero story?”

The new girl looked down at her bare feet, a bashful smile on her lips, but before she could open her mouth to say anything, F.R.I.D.A.Y. made the announcement that dinner was ready. Saved by the bell.

“To be continued,” declared Peter, hoping up from his seat and taking off towards the dinning room. “Hope you like pepperoni pizza, (Y/n)!”

She did, in fact.

The scene was incredibly domestic, nothing she would've imagined as a normal night for the almighty Avengers. Stacks of pizza boxes and liters of soda lined on the bar counter - plastic utensils, cardboard plates, and Styrofoam cups close by. Those who lived permanently in the tower sat on the variety of sofas and cushioned seats, chowing down on classic American food. Unfortunately for (Y/n), permanent residents also included Loki.

She grabbed two pieces or pepperoni, a cup of cola, and a napkin, and took a seat next to Wanda on a love seat, Peter chilling on the floor at their feet with a stack of five slices in his lap. Superhuman metabolism?

After a few minutes of silence (minus the munching of food) Sam piped up, “So Agent (Y/n), where are you from?”

She smiled, wiping the grease from the corner of her mouth with her napkin. “(Y/n), please. I’ve been all over the world, but I’m originally from Brooklyn.”

“I like her already!” exclaimed Bucky through a mouthful of cheese and sausage.

She giggled, giddy like a child. Is this what home felt like? She hadn’t had a home in years.

“So how’d you get hired at S.H.E.I.L.D.?” asked a very green Banner, his plate of food actually an entire pizza box. “That’s no small feat.”

“My parents were actually Agents as well. I kinda grew up around here.”

Below her, Peter choked on his Sprite. “That’s so sick? Were they spies? Assassins? Snipers? Oh I bet they’re were snipers!”

(Y/n) ruffled the boy’s honey curls. “They were spies. My dad just had good aim, he taught me everything I know about guns and shooting.”

Peter chuckled immaturely, “Hehe...good aim...uh - Ow!”

Wanda had backhanded him upside the head.

There was a snicker from the far side of the room, where Loki stood emerged in the shadows. His pink lips were curled upward in a genuine smile, yet (Y/n)’s heart felt as if it had taken a bullet.

“What do your parents do now? Are they retired or do they still work?” Wanda asked from her side, but the new agent barely heard it.

Her face turned to stone, eyes now icy and cold as she stared at the God of Mischief. Of chaos. Might as well add murder to the list as well.

“They’re dead,” she stated, her voice spitting with venom. The room fell into an awkward silence, and Loki’s eyes met her own.

“In New York...the attack...the building collapsed on them.” Her nose scrunched in disgust. “All thanks to none other than the God of Chaos.”

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asteriaways · 6 years ago

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Hogwarts AU Part 2!

Hiya my darlings! Tis me, your beloved writer, yet again.

I’m back with the second chapter of my Hogwarts AU!

I am so SHOCKED and GRATEFUL at all the support that the first chapter got! I had no idea that people would like it so much! I am truly honoured! I love writing this so much, it is so fluffy and gorgeous and overall just happy.

Also: The ending is shitty. I couldn’t figure out a way to end it without going into the plan I have for Chapter 3- yes, this is going to be a multi-chapter fanfic. Soooo… Forgive me. Please?

Also- Rose is based off my bestie @avilliansdream

I LOVE YOU BITCH (I’m sorry I made your character shitty)

Also: This is set in a sort of in-between era, where Dumbledore is still around and everyone is alive and happy but we don’t see Harry and crew bc… They are too angsty for this story and I want this to be happy and cheering and god that doesn’t make sense.

Warnings: Swearing. Tired Brian. Sass level 100%. No-fucks-given by Freddie. Basically just fluff!

Word count: 1266 words

Enjoy, my darlings! Please like, reblog, and send me feedback

Let me know if you want to be on my taglist!

Brian sighed, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at the looming blackboard, sporting numerous sums across its black finish. He felt his eyes flutter shut, the hours of sleep he had lost catching up with him. He had stayed up late that night, accompanied by his endless Astronomy textbooks and the silence of the common room, disturbed only by the flickering of the firelight and Melody’s soft snores from where she had dropped off 15 minutes before. He had debated telling her about John’s crush on her during their late night talks, but had decided against it.

‘Brian! Brian! Brian May!’ A voice called, pulling him back to reality.

‘Hmm? Yes?’ he asked, looking up through sleep-riddled eyes, dazed.

‘Sleeping in class, Mr May?’ McGonagall huffed, her eyes scanning his tired face from behind her glasses.

His eyes widened as he realised the gravity of his situation.

‘Um, no, miss!’ He spluttered. He looked next to him, seeing Roger trying to stifle a laugh- and failing. Melody shot him a pitying look, mouthing ‘Sorry!’ from her seat at the back of the room.

‘Is there something you want to add, Mr Taylor?’ the teacher snapped at Roger, who immediately shut up.

‘Detention, Mr May!’ she said, scowling.

‘But, miss!’ he feebly protested.

‘As I was saying, in this spell you must be careful….’ She said, walking back to the front of the classroom. Brian let his forehead slam onto the wooden desk, groaning loudly. How could he get a detention? He never got detentions!

‘Sorry, mate.’ Roger whispered, dipping his quill into the inkwell. ‘Maybe you should try and get some sleep. You’re overwhelming yourself, man.’

‘Shuddup, Rog.’ Brian mumbled from behind his curtain of curls. Roger shrugged, sultrily winking at a girl across the room. He reluctantly sat up, yanking his paper away from Roger.

‘Stop flirting and pay attention, Rog.’

‘I’m not flirting, I’m wooing. Besides, how can I help the fact that girls love me?’

Brian rolled his eyes, blowing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.

Detention. What fun.

‘Detention, darling? That’s a new one.’ Freddie remarked as he leant against the stone wall in the sunny courtyard, unbuttoning his Slytherin tie and wrapping it around his wrist. Brian rolled his eyes, exchanging pointed glances with John, who was sitting on the stone bench, his robes discarded and his shirt slightly unbuttoned, soaking up the sunshine. John shrugged, letting his head fall back.

‘I’m just saying, darling, you need to loosen up. Maybe detention will do you some good.’

‘No, no it won’t, Fred!’

‘I disagree.’

‘Are you sure that’s the dress code, Fred?’ John interjected, gesturing to Freddie’s outfit- a complete mismatch of his Hogwarts uniform.

He’d ditched the sweater, leaving his chest only covered by his mostly unbuttoned white shirt. He’d wrapped his tie around his pants, deciding that if it was on his wrist it looked ‘too emo’. He’d also rolled up his pants, adorning them with colourful safety pins.

‘Course not, Deaky. But they can’t stop me, can they?’

‘They actually can, Fred.’ Deaky deadpanned.

‘Don’t kill the vibe, darling.’

‘Anyway! We were discussing poor Bri’s predicament.’ Roger interrupted from where he was lying in the sunlight, shirt open to expose his torso, drawing many looks and giggles from nearby girls- much to his amusement.

‘Just do the detention, Bri. They’ll just make you write lines or something. No biggie.’ Deaky kindly reassured.

‘Speaking from experience, Deaks?’ Roger asked, laughing.

‘Oh, is our Deaky actually a bad boy?’ Freddie giggled, adjusting his makeshift ‘belt’.

Deaky, in fact, had had multiple detentions, mainly for saying things that ‘should never even cross your mind’ to the people he hated. He was known as ‘Silvertongue’ to many students and teachers. If there was one thing you didn’t want to be, it was on John Deacon’s bad side.

‘Guys! Helllllloooooo!’ someone called, bouncing up to them.

‘Rose! Darling, it’s been too long!’ Freddie cheered, running to embrace the crazy girl who had just strutted in.

‘Freddie, you saw me an hour ago!’ she chided.

He ruffled her midnight-black hair, shorn into a spiky pixie cut. She huffed, puffing her lips and cheeks out dramatically.

‘Freddie! Must say, love the outfit.’

‘HA! See, Deaks, it IS good!’

‘I never said it wasn’t good, Fred. I just said it wouldn’t ring well with the teachers.’ John sighed, resisting the urge to slam his head into a brick wall.

‘Well, fuck them. Don’t you like it, darling?’ He asked Rose, twirling around.

‘I love it! It’s extravagant, daring…..’ Rose paused to think. ‘It just needs a bit of Mercury.’

‘Mercury?’

‘Mercury.’ She confirmed, raising an eyebrow.

‘Mercury?’ Roger asked, baffled.

‘Mercury, Rog.’ She confirmed, pulling a tube of eyeliner out of the pocket of her Gryffindor robe.

She grabbed Freddie’s face in her hands, commanding him to ‘stay still’. She quickly swiped the ink-black wand across his eyelids, conjuring an air of mystery about him. She popped the tube back in her pocket, clapping her hands gleefully.

‘Boom! Mercury!’ she declared, her brown eyes glinting under a coat of thick mascara.

‘Mercury, my dear!’ he laughed, spinning around.

Brian grinned at the sight of his best friend spinning around the courtyard, his robes flying out behind him like a cape, sunshine radiating like a crown above his head.

Rose collapsed on the ground next to Roger, giggling hysterically. Roger started laughing too, and soon Brian and Deaky joined in, the pure, unbridled happiness rippling through the air.

Brian smiled, feeling his cheek muscles hurt from laughing too much. Rose looked up and stuck her tongue out at him, crossing her eyes and puffing her cheeks out. That sent John into hysterics, snorting as his chest heaved with laughter, the oh-so-contagious laughter that sounded like the chime of a thousand different melodies all rolled into one.

Freddie kept on dancing, ignoring the stares from the other students as he glided across the sun-baked bricks, a silhouette against the blinding rays of light.

Brian flicked his hair out of his face, exchanging a gleeful smile with Deaky.

It was times like these when he was reminded of how lucky he was. Sitting here, in the sunlight with his best friends (and one added human) he was full.

This was what paradise felt like.

@onceuponadetectivedemigod @shesadramaqueen @ceruleanrainblues @sophieeelol @avilliansdream @yllwtaxi

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baconwaffle2016 · 6 years ago

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Day 6: Pain/Disaster

Pairing: Howzer x Elizabeth (one-sided? Sort of? It's in an au so anything goes, more or less, haha)

Based off a drabble I wrote for the discord I'm in, which is based off an AU I've already talked to death to multiple people. If you know the story, you might understand why this prompt suits it:

Howzer’s life changes when he meets the woman with the silver hair.

Surprisingly, it’s on an island that he and his crew have docked. He has just discovered that one of his crewmates—a girl he’d picked up from the Caribbean months ago, with skin like amber, fierce violet eyes, and dark hair often tied in two ponytails; gorgeous and fiery, but a tendency to let her envy get to her—had stolen some loot for herself during their latest haul. As not only a smuggler, but a captain of smugglers, it’s Howzer’s duty to deal justice for such an indiscretion. As a man, however, just the idea of hurting such a beauty hurt him deeply, especially one he’s fallen a little in love with.

(A rather familiar occurrence, but Howzer finds no shame in it. It’s not his fault that he finds such beauty in women of all characters, shapes, and cultures, and that he often fancies a romance with such women every other week, even when his affections are unreturned.)

So, as he watches Diane be tied up, Howzer is left with much conflict. Much of his crew is asking for her head, which is fair. Others share his not-so-secret opinion that Diane shouldn’t be killed, but perhaps marooned on their next island, where she can possibly make a home with another crew. Anything but her blood spilled to the sand, and her beautiful eyes left empty.

It is while he’s figuring out what to do that he sees her wandering the beach, at first a flash of silver, and then all of her.

She is a tiny thing, not so much in height, but in form. Her hair is long and matted, while the raggedy clothes that cover her are dirty and ripped, just barely enough to cover her modesty. From a first glance, Howzer figures her to be in her mid-twenties, at least. Just past her bloom and reaching a ripened, but still marrying age. But when he glimpses at her eyes—or more specifically, the blue eye that isn’t hidden by a fringe of silver—Howzer feels his heart freeze.

My God, what happened to her? He can’t help but think as he stands to face her fully, taking in her appearance and the haunted look in her eyes. But then Howzer glances back at Diane and realizes he doesn’t have time to wonder that. He has found an impartial party to his problem, and he will use this opportunity to his advantage.

So, Howzer puts on a crooked grin and squares his shoulders as he places his hands on his hips. He senses his crew follow his lead in facing the strange young woman, who is already scowling at them, her eye sharply darting back and forth.

“Why, hello there, love,” he greets her in a voice carrying a meeting of charm and rogue. “You’ve arrived just in time!”

Her blue eye narrows, making her scowl more prominent, resembling a wildcat ready to tear into someone’s throat. “In time for what?” she asks, her voice light and carrying the hint of a Britannian accent.

And Howzer widens his grin into a smirk. “For the opportunity of your life!”

In the end, Diane does lose the clash of swords (and what a clash it was; How did this woman learn to swordfight?) between her and the strange woman—however, the woman decides not to kill her. Instead, she turns to face Howzer with her blade at her side, her hand wrapped tight at the hilt. Her gaze still hints at something haunting her, a hell that she has just escaped from, but there’s a sharpness there as well. Conviction, Howzer recognizes with a slight nod of appraisal.

“Captain, let Diane live,” she tells him. “She has already suffered enough at the prospect of being killed, and your crew have gotten their sport in seeing us fight. And with me on your crew, you will be gifted with another crewmember skilled with the sword.”

Howzer nods with a grin, seeing more benefits in this opportunity than he first realized. There is some charm to her voice, soft but stern, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that she’s quite the beauty herself, even under those rags. In the end, Howzer still ends up looking strong for his crew, and he maintains control—and he will have two lovely women to admire as he works.

So, after getting smirks and some cheers of approval from his crew, Howzer steps up and spreads his arms in welcome.

“Then, my dear, we have a deal!”

The crew cheers. One crewmember steps up, another young woman, with purple hair and gold eyes. “What’s your name?”

She opens her mouth to answer, but then falters, as if her own name sounds painful. As if the thought of who she was before all that had happened to her—either prison, or a stay in the most wretched St. Augustine’s Sanatorium, which isn’t too far from this island actually—is agony. Howzer feels for her immediately, but hides it by stepping up to wrap an arm around her shoulders and facing his crew with a grin.

“We shall call her Silvertongue!” he declares, adding with a warm grin at her, which she tentatively returns, “For her lovely voice and charming words.”

And that is how Captain Howzer and his band of smugglers came into a very beneficial business with the woman they call “Silvertongue”—who would later become known to him as not only her given name, but also the Countess of Monte Cristo.

#nnt #nnt au #nntcrackship week #howzabeth #the count of monte cristo #countess of monte cristo #count of monte cristo au

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odinsonsobsessed · 6 years ago

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I'd Risk Anything

A Shadow of Your Heart Fanfiction

Pairing: Loki/Sigyn

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Loki and Sigyn take a stroll through the garden and he shows her something breathtaking with his magic.

A/N: I'd like to wish my friend @fadingcoast a Happy Birthday! I hope you like this. It's short, but I was inspired to write something with a young Logyn from your wonderful series, The Shadow of Your Heart! (Which literally everyone should read, by the way!)

The freshly fallen snow flattens underneath Sigyn’s feet as she walks through the garden. Loki follows silently behind her with his hands behind his back, watching her.

Something has been wrong over the past couple of days. Sigyn hasn't been her normal cheerful, yet sassy and sarcastic self. She hasn't smile nor said much of anything to anyone, including him. Everytime he tries to talk to her, she gives short answers and seems disinterested.

Loki tries to recall anything he may have done to cause her to act this way, but nothing comes to mind.

Sigyn sighs as she trails her fingers across a snowy bush that she passes by, knocking some of the snow off of the bristles and onto the ground.

“Sigyn.”

“Yes, Loki?” She answers without turning around.

“Stop.” He calls, softly. Loki half expects her to ignore his demand and keep on going, but to his surprise, her steps falter. She turns around and her face holds a neutral expression--to anyone else. But Loki knows Sigyn enough to notice that something was indeed bothering her.

Loki steps forward, shortening the distance between them. “You've been acting strange over the last couple of days and I would like to know why.”

Sigyn shakes her head, and moves to turn back around, “It's nothing, Loki, just--”

Loki grabs a hold of her arm to stop her. He does the same with her other arm, gripping her upper arms tightly. “Please, Sigyn. Tell me what's bothering you.”

“It’s probably going to be silly to you.”

“It won't, I'm sure of it. Let me help you.”

“It’s nothing you can really help with, Loki.”

“Try me.” He grins and Sigyn sighs, knowing it was useless to argue with him. He lets go of her arms and she turns, gesturing to their surroundings.

“It's this damn weather. It's cold, it’s dull, it's boring. It's just been getting to me lately.”

“But, Winter is beautiful.”

“I think you're mistaken. It's Spring and Summer that is beautiful. The flowers are in bloom, the animals scurry around, and we certainly aren't weighed down by so many layers.” She holds up her arms covered in her thick coat, then glances at Loki. “Well, I'm not, anyway.”

Loki chuckles. There’s the sass he’s used to. “Oh, but there are flowers in bloom, you just have to look in the right place.” Subtly, he channels his magic and moves his hand at his side toward a small area beside her. Sigyn scrunches her face in confusion at his words until he brings his arm up, now gesturing for her to look.

Sigyn turns her head, leaning over to peer down at the ground, over the bulkiness of her coat. Her eyes soften and her breath catches. She kneels in the snow to get a better look and Loki follows suit, anxiously awaiting her reaction.

Stems rise, multiple bulbs form and they open. Everything shines as it moves and grows. The petals stretch, displaying the intricate designs, each one having a unique pattern of lines. Sigyn reaches out to touch one as gently as she can and she finds they're extremely cold to the touch. “Flowers made of ice…?”

“That's right.” Loki smirks, admiring the product of his magic.

“Loki…” She tears her eyes away from the ice flowers to look at him. “They're breathtaking.”

“Yet, you're still not smiling…” Loki mutters when Sigyn turns to look at the flowers again. He holds up his hand and a flower begins to grow, he takes hold of the icy stem and Sigyn watches it bloom. “A flower for a more superior flower…?”

Sigyn just looks at him. He wonders if that line was too much until a smile stretches on her face and she giggles, her cheeks turning pink.

Stunning. Loki thinks Sigyn looks exceptionally gorgeous today. Her long hair cascading down past her shoulders, her light blue cloak draped over her shoulders. And now, the grin that he enjoys so much appears on her face. “Nice try, silvertongue, but those lines don't work on me.”

“Really? Are your cheeks always this pink, then?” Loki teases. Before he realizes what he is doing, Loki reaches forward, touching her cheek with his free hand.

Sigyn's smile fades when Loki's does. The mood is shifting and Loki finds himself leaning forward. It's slow, as if to give her enough time to halt his movement. His heart beats even quicker when he realizes she's making no effort to stop him, to tell him no.

After what seems like an eternity, his lips press against hers tentatively. Loki feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest at any moment. He pulls away, curious and worried for her reaction to his bold move.

Sigyn grabs hold of his sleeves and pulls him back to her. Loki feels her lips mold to his and he wants to melt into her. Her lips are warm and soft against his. The flower drops from his hand, nestling into the snow beside them. He wraps his arm around to her back, pulling her closer to him as his hand becomes more firm on her face.

Suddenly, nothing matters to Loki. He doesn't care where they are, who would see or what they would say. He doesn't worry over what would happen after this, the next step they would take. Time seems to slow and the only thing Loki wants to do is to keep on kissing her. It quickly became his most favorite thing to do.

Sigyn was shivering, probably from both her nerves and from the chilly air. He would be shivering too, if it weren't for his tolerance to the cold and the warmth radiating off of her.

Loki lets himself sigh and he begins to relax when a gasp escapes Sigyn's lips and she pushes him away. “Loki, your magic! What if someone sees? You know your father--”

His eyebrows raise. “We just had our first kiss and you were thinking about my father?”

Sigyn hits his chest with her fist, “You know what I'm talking about! He doesn't like you using your magic, especially outside of the castle. What if you get in trouble?”

Loki chuckles, “I'm not worried about him. Your happiness means more to me than any punishment he can put me through. I'd risk anything just to see you smile.”

“Loki…”

“I guess what I'm trying to say here is… I care about you a lot and…” His face flushes and he looks down as Sigyn gently grasps his hands.

“I love you too, Loki.”

His head snaps up and his bright, emerald green eyes shine as they gaze into hers, his smile seeming to stretch from ear to ear. “You do?”

“You know, for someone as witty and intelligent as you are, you're not very bright.” Sigyn grins and Loki laughs, leaning forward again to kiss her.

@fandom-and-feminism @fadingcoast @igotloki @mrshiddleston-uk @nikkalia @manager-of-mischief @catalinaacosta @spidey-bites @kcd15 @dangertoozmanykids101 @xxloki81xx

#Loki/Sigyn #fluff #birthday fic #logyn #logyn fanfiction

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sugarbabyloki · 7 years ago

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something good can work

i’m finally back!! and i come bearing bottom Thor.

under the cut (and on ao3!) 1k of norse bros and intimacy, pre-thor 1 and post-ragnarok. enjoy, i hope <3

The coronation is to be in two days. Thor's coronation is to be in two days.

As he kisses Thor on the lips, languorously, passionately, Loki admits to himself that he still can not make peace with the concept. Thor, golden, strong, brash Thor sighs into his mouth, palming with his big hands the expanse of Loki's back down to his buttocks, and Loki bites his lip. They are in Thor's chambers, after another night of mead and merry in anticipation for the coronation; Loki had to endure another night of every one being overjoyed for his brother, and continuously telling him so. He had to smile and nod while his hands formed fists under the table; had to swallow while pretty girls kissed Thor and played with his golden locks of hair.

But now, it is him who is on top of Thor, whose name Thor is moaning as Loki rubs himself on Thor's cock while insistently palming his buttocks, spreading them; Thor assists him by widening his thighs further and Loki slides between them, breathing heavily in anticipation of what he is about to do, what Thor is about to let him do. Thor has never seen any shame in any sexual act, nor, for that matter, have his bed partners been constitued of solely Loki; nonetheless, putting his dick in a future king gives Loki a rush of power he can't quite explain. Coating his fingers in oil and preparing his brother is breathtaking, for Thor is not one to silence nor restrain himself, and his moans are as delicious as the way he writhes on Loki's fingers, as maddening as the bruising kisses he places upon Loki's mouth and neck.

And finally Loki, the little brother, the silvertongue, the second in line, fucks in the tight heaven that is his future king's body, and he can't help it, the pleasure is so great he cries out loud; at this reaction Thor, as usual, just gives a breathless laugh and gathers him even closer. They are smashed together and stay that way as Loki breathes, until he is able to move his hips and pick up speed. Thor is lovely like this; usually Loki would not take his eyes off him, except tonight is harder, tonight he keeps thinking of what Thor's coronation will bring; Thor that lets him take control here, when it's only the two of them and for both of their pleasure, but hardly ever listens to him anymore when it's a matter of importance. Thor is brash, and arrogant, and can be quite foolish, and Loki hates himself a bit because even as Thor is kissing his sweating face and calling him gorgeous, Loki still is wondering what the hell is their father thinking, deliberately ignoring the fact that impulsive Thor, bloodlust Thor in the position that holds the most power could very well be the doom of them all.

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Falling back into the old habit of having sex with Thor should probably not feel so natural, thinks Loki, what with everything that has happened since they were but young men. And yet it is, yet Thor is opening up to him like time hasn't passed at all; except he is missing an eye, and has just been crowned king of Asgard at last. All that remains of Asgard, on a ship; all that remains of Loki's life, in his arms right now, under him. "My king," he murmurs impulsively, and it's like a strange devotion comes upon him, threatening to overwhelm him. Thor's eye widens, and Loki kisses him, caught up in the feeling that everything that has been has lead up to this moment, to him finally ready to worship Thor as his king. And so he takes his time undressing his brother, caressing his skin and lavishing it with kisses; does not rush it as he opens up Thor with his tongue and fingers, until his brother and king is sweating and cursing, but gently, softly, as aware as Loki that this is prayer, this is religion if they ever knew anything about it. When Loki fucks his brother, he at last makes it everything about Thor, touching his cock and thrusting over and over, delighting in Thor whimpering and calling his name, his name only. The flash of lightening in Thor's eye and the electricity that passes between their bodies as Thor comes delights Loki; he wants more of it, he wants all of it always. He is in awe of the power of Thor, Thor who he once called his enemy but has really always only been everything.

"Do you trust me now, as king?" Thor asks as Loki is still lying on top of him, sated and spent; Loki lifts his head up to look into that handsome face, so much changed in appearance and expression but still achingly familiar and loved.

Loki won't ask him the same, won't question Thor's faith in him now, because this night, if this night only, he can make it, for once, not about himself. "I believe you have grown, brother," he answers at last. "I believe there is no one else I could ever call king, other than you." Thor snorts, but his eye is shining: "You would call yourself your own king, I should think, brother."

Loki almost smiles, and shrugs, then rubs his cold nose on Thor's nipple and bites it gently, just to get a breathy laugh in return. "I had my shot at that," murmurs Loki, "turns out it wasn't as exciting as I thought. I should like to leave the boring parts to you, and call you out when you're being a fool."

Thor looks at him for what feels like a small eternity, and Loki easily bears his intense gaze, as honest right now as he can ever hope to be.

"Yeah," Thor says at last, tightening his arms around his brother and kissing him on the forehead, "yeah, I think we can make that work."

#depth? i don't know her #but seriously i'm so happy to be back!#thorki #thorkiedit #*

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deepperplexity · 2 years ago

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Ooooh, thanks for the tag @reinekefoxart 👀🤭

So... Let's see... These might get a little wilder than you expected darling, why not go all out and spill some honest (quite open) love secrets? 😉

1. I got engaged while in a toxic relationship, bought a house the mirrored image of my childhood home I loathed, got cheated on (he didn't discriminate so with both men and women - yay for inclusion 😑), separated and moved to my grandparents cabin by the sea after having nearly starved myself to death in that very childhood home to get rid of the weight he'd been a big part of me gaining- all in the span of 18 months.

2. When I was young I fell in love with a criminal (unbeknownst to me at the time though) who always sent me on my way when something was about to go down because he never allowed anything bad to get even in the vicinity of me (and I got pissed when he didn't want to see me because I didn't know why 😓) and even after I knew what he was and what he did nothing changed in my heart and I still love him to this day, I always will as it was what many would term true love which I've had the (mis)fortune of experiencing three times in life when many never finds it even once.

3. I was abroad with my mom and there was this gorgeous girl working the reception at the hotel and the bar in the evening and I was so damn captivated by her I always stayed behind just to see her. I was shy, she was nervous but so damn sweet and she eventually invited me over to her place (mom just smirked at me knowing exactly what was going on 😑) and we ended up in a long distance relationship for months with thousands of calls and texts between us until I realised she was just trying to get a ticket to my damn country without caring jackshit about me.

My life's been kinda wild and romance bookish now that I think about it 👀 Kudos to those who can figure it out - SOME MUTUALS EXCLUDED WHO ALREADY KNOW THOUGH! 😂

I really want to see what 2 truths you are willing/wanting to share with a lie mixed in @yellowbadgermole , @monster-energies , @eternal-silvertongued-prince , @darkhairedmenrule , @snowblossomreads & @insomniacaesthetic 🤭👏🏻

Two truths, one lie

Tagged by @supermarketcrayons, thank you!

My favourite sport is football.

I’ve never been in New York.

I have a green thumb.

Feel free to guess!

Tagging @hklnvgl, @evilbeanghost, @dementedlollipop, @dionysia01, @itslucyluna, @ashesandhackles, @meibruges and anyone else who wants to play.

#tag game #tagged #tag #two truths and a lie #tagging #I HAVE HAD WINE BECAUSE ITS MY BIRTHDAY SO IM SPILLING THE BEANS OVER HERE

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donaweasley · 1 year ago

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Sway With Me

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Plus-sized!Reader

Plot:

Warnings: Body issues.

Read time: ~6 mins

Note: The song mentioned in the story is “For All You Give” by The Paper Kites.