#so this is based on that version of Loki | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

angelremnants · 13 days ago

Text

A TALES OF.. l Trickery, Disguise and Daggers

OR.. You have no choice but to disguise yourself as Loki to gain the upper hand in battle. But seeing you dressed in his signature green and gold, with his dagger in hand and embodying him so convincingly leaves him wondering why he can’t decide if he’s furious, fascinated, or entirely undone by the sight, and why was it so distracting and far more intoxicating than he could have anticipated.

pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

warnings : Mature themes (16+), flirtation and teasing, mild violence references, suggestive content. Proceed with caution if you're sensitive to such material.

word count : 7k

author's notes : All I heard while I was writing this was "I'm a diva". God, do I love writing about a down bad Loki. I know this man goes feral at the idea of someone impersonating him and making it look so good. Then again, it might just be my ovulation talking.

Also, literally writing this one hour before my exam. Wish me luck :(

(ao3 version)

The happy-go-lucky trio reached the outskirts of Dredheim, a desolate land marked by jagged cliffs and a blood-red sky. The atmosphere felt as if it could swallow them whole—ominous and suffocating, as though the earth resented their presence. It wasn’t just the eerie landscape that made Dredheim dangerous—it was the Ironclad Order. This ruthless faction had marked Loki as their top priority for capture, allegedly for breaching a binding contract centuries ago. Their fortresses were well-guarded, and their soldiers were more than capable of recognizing even the slightest shape-shift Loki might attempt.

Retrieving the next chipped piece of Yggdrasil was essential, but unfortunately, it meant infiltrating their most sacred vault—an impenetrable labyrinth-like temple protected by wards and magic so strong even Loki couldn’t easily bypass them. As the trio debated their options, Loki stood at the base of a jagged cliff, arms crossed over his chest, his face impassive. There was a cocky grin playing on his lips, but it didn’t quite mask the calculation in his eyes.

“Why is it always me who gets chased by petty mortals with grudges?” Loki drawled, clearly unperturbed by their dire situation. “Do they not have hobbies? Crops to tend to? A goat to milk?”

Thor groaned beside him, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You broke their blood oath, Loki. It’s not petty.”

Loki’s smirk deepened, and he glanced over at his brother. “They were foolish to make a deal with me in the first place.”

Thor sighed, rubbing his temples. “Well, whatever it is, we need a plan. They’ll recognize you on sight. What do we do?”

“We could just storm the place and—” [Y/N] began, raising an eyebrow, but was immediately cut off by Loki’s sharp, mocking gesture.

“Yes, excellent idea,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s storm the stronghold of a group that specializes in binding deities. I’m sure that’ll end well for me.”

[Y/N] shot him a withering look. “You’re no fun,” she muttered. “Okay, seriously though, we can’t brute force our way in.”

Loki folded his arms across his chest, his expression still cool, but now interested. “Well, then, what’s your brilliant suggestion, [Y/N]?”

She paced a little, clearly deep in thought, her boots clicking against the stony ground. “So… you can’t walk in there without getting swarmed by a thousand warriors, right? But what you trick them into thinking you are walking in there?”

Thor gave a confused glance at both of them. “Trick them?” he echoed, his voice filled with disbelief. “They’re trained to spot deceit. You’re talking about outwitting the masters of seeking truth and justice themselves.”

[Y/N] paused, her gaze shifting to Loki. “Exactly. We don’t need brute force; we need Loki at his most… Loki.”

Loki tilted his head, intrigued but still skeptical. “Go on.”

[Y/N] hesitated for just a moment, then her grin stretched wider. “Since it’s a piece of Jotunheim we’re talking about, you’re needed inside to retrieve the piece.” She said, keeping her tone casual, “But if you walk in there, they’ll have you chained up before you can even take a breath. So, we need something or someone to look like you and act like you. A diversion that’ll keep them distracted while you slip in unnoticed.”

Thor furrowed his brow. “I don’t think we have anyone who could pretend to be you, Loki. Who could possibly pull that off?”

Loki’s sharp eyes flickered over [Y/N], who had been silently considering something. “I’m not so sure about that.” Loki’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile as the idea began to form in his mind. He paced around her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe as if mentally measuring her up. He stopped in front of her, his gaze intense. “I think you’ll do.”

[Y/N]’s eyes widened slightly, and she opened her mouth to protest, but Loki held up a hand to stop her.

“You’ll dress like me. You’ll wear the costume, the green, the curls,” he said, his voice low and full of cunning. “And you’ll do it perfectly.”

Thor frowned. “Are you serious, Loki? You want her to pretend to be you? I mean no offense my lady, but you’re hardly—”

“Hardly what?” [Y/N] interrupted, crossing her arms.

“Scheming, deceitful, or arrogant,” Thor replied bluntly.

Loki grinned. “I don’t know, brother. She might just surprise us.” He turned to [Y/N], not taking his eyes off of her, his tone turning darker with amusement. “You’ve seen how adept she is at adopting the essence of someone else. With the right illusion, she could pass for me. And when she makes her entrance—our entrance—the Order won’t know what hit them.”

She considered the idea, then sighed with a wry grin. “I’ll admit, I have a bit of flair when it comes to trickery. But what do you mean by ‘make my entrance’? I’m guessing ‘subtle’ isn’t the point.”

Loki’s eyes sparkled with approval. “Indeed. We need chaos. A dramatic entrance to make them believe they’ve caught me in the act.”

Thor shook his head, still unconvinced. “This feels like a terrible idea.”

[Y/N] glanced at him, a half-smile playing at her lips. “You got any better ones, big guy?”

Loki walked over to a pile of supplies they’d gathered and began rifling through it. He emerged with a small, enchanted pouch. “I’ll provide the illusion,” he said, already looking at [Y/N] as if she were his next grand project. “you'll just have to wear this. Since your abilities grant you the possibility of making mirages and contains a color similar to my seidr, you’ll just have to imitate it and maintain a monochromatic tone. It’ll mask your scent, your aura. It will be me—and they’ll never know the difference.”

[Y/N] took the pouch, inspecting it carefully, then met Loki’s gaze. “Fine,” she said, eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. “But if I have to wear your ridiculous green costume and pretend to be you, I’m going to need a lot of space for the theatrics.” Loki’s grin was practically predatory now. “Of course, darling. You’ll be magnificent.”

Standing in their tent, [Y/N] stared at herself in the mirror Loki had conjured. She smoothed the green leather tunic over her hips, standing straight as Loki adjusted the high collar and the flowing cape. The outfit clung to her in a way that was both empowering and deeply uncomfortable, made worse by the heavy cape tugging at her shoulders. Loki was standing close—too close—and she could practically feel his smirk boring into her. The infamous horned circlet sat precariously atop her head, the weight making her neck ache.

“Is this thing necessary?” she grumbled, adjusting the horns.

“It’s iconic,” Loki said, lounging nearby with his usual air of nonchalance. “You can’t impersonate me without it.”

[Y/N] stood tall, draped in his usual flair, the oversized horns slightly tilting to one side. She was doing her best to maintain a haughty expression, but the glimmer of nervousness in her eyes gave her away.

“Well?” she asked, spinning on her heel. “How do I look?”

Thor snorted. “Ridiculous.”

“Thank you for the confidence boost, Thor,” [Y/N] deadpanned.

Loki, however, was silent. His eyes roamed over her—taking in how she carried herself in his colors, his armor. There was a hint of amusement in his smirk, but there was also something else. Was it delight? Admiration? Something a little darker and more thrilling that made his heart race.

“The dagger,” he said, holding out the gleaming blade.

[Y/N] took it, the hilt cool and unfamiliar in her palm. She twirled it clumsily, making Loki wince.

“No, no, no,” he groaned, grabbing her hand and positioning it correctly. His voice dropped into that soft, low cadence he used when he was serious, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “If you’re going to impersonate me, you need to own this. The blade isn’t just a weapon—it’s an extension of you. Watch.”

He took the dagger, spinning it fluidly through his fingers with practiced ease before pressing the flat of the blade lightly against his lips. His gaze flicked to [Y/N] briefly before he pulled it away and ran the blade along his forearm, the motion smooth and deliberate. The silver edge glinted in the low light, catching her attention.

[Y/N] hesitated, her fingers tightening on the hilt. “I don’t see how this helps with looking like you,” she muttered, though she mimicked his motions—pressing the cold metal to her lips for a fleeting moment before sliding it across her wrist and down her arm. It felt strange, foreign even, but it carried a weight of power, a piece of Loki’s essence she couldn’t quite explain.

“That’s better,” Loki murmured, his tone quieter now, almost approving. He stepped back, crossing his arms. “You’re learning. Slowly.”

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow but said nothing, spinning the dagger again.

“And now for your magic,” Loki added, his voice sharper. “You’re relying on your auroras, aren’t you?”

[Y/N] blinked. “That’s my power.”

“Yes, but if you’re going to pass as me, you need precision,” Loki chided, pacing a small circle around her. “The Ironclad Order will notice the smallest flaw. If your aura flickers even slightly—if there’s a hint of your charming little rainbow glow—you’ll give us all away.”

[Y/N] sighed, holding up her hand as tendrils of her magic began to swirl around her fingers. The shades of green and pink danced together in their usual chaotic display. Loki watched, unimpressed.

“Focus,” he barked, stepping closer. “None of this whimsical, northern lights nonsense. Pure green. My green. Do it again.”

She shot him a glare but bit back her retort. She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly as she tried to force her magic into submission. The colors swirled violently at first, as if rebelling against her will, but she pushed harder. The pinks dimmed, the blues faded, until only streaks of green remained. It wasn’t perfect—the edges flickered—but it was closer.

When she opened her eyes, she caught the faintest flicker of approval in Loki’s expression.

“Almost passable,” he said, though his tone lacked its usual bite. “You’re getting there. But remember, darling, this is more than just about your magic or how you hold a dagger. It’s about presence.”

He moved to adjust her shoulders, his hands firm but not harsh. “When I walk into a room, people don’t just see me—they feel me. They know I’m better than them.”

[Y/N] rolled her eyes. “Oh, please.”

Loki ignored her, tilting her chin up with two fingers. “Confidence,” he said, his voice low. “It’s all in the smirk.”

She huffed but followed his lead, letting her lips curl into a half-smile.

“Better,” Loki said, stepping back to admire his work. His smirk turned mischievous. “I might even be a little impressed.”

Later on, with a swirl of emerald smoke, she emerged—just as Loki had done countless times before. She wore the illusion well, slipping into his skin like it was her own. She made sure her steps were slow and deliberate, as she presented herself to the darkened world beyond. She was no longer [Y/N]; she was Loki—every inch of him—his confidence, his arrogance, his power. The moment she stood before Loki, his jaw tightened, though his lips curved upwards in approval.

She looked… perfect.

His gaze darkened as he absorbed the sight of her. His heart thudded harder in his chest, even as his mind tried to rein in the flutter of something far too dangerous for his liking. The way she moved, the way she owned the space around her… she had embraced his persona so fully that it was as though he were looking at his reflection.

Thor, standing next to him, grumbled under his breath, clearly uneasy. “By Odin’s beard, this is better than I thought.”

Loki couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Let’s hope she’s as good at escaping as she is at pretending to be me.”

[Y/N], still fully immersed in the role, caught Loki’s gaze from across the distance. The glint in her eyes was unmistakable—an unspoken challenge.

Loki’s lips curled into a smirk. This mission was about to get much more interesting.

The courtyard of Dredheim was swarming with guards, their weapons gleaming ominously in the dim light. For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the clinking of armor. Then, a sudden burst of green smoke exploded in the center, the sound sharp enough to make even the most stoic guards flinch.

“Really?” came a familiar voice, dripping with disdain. As the smoke cleared, a figure in green and gold emerged, arms spread wide and posture exuding arrogance. “Is this how you greet an old friend? By pointing your little sticks at me?”

The guards froze, their confusion evident, as [Y/N]—disguised in Loki’s likeness—strutted forward. She carried herself with the same calculated bravado Loki had perfected over centuries, her cape billowing behind her and her lips curling into a smirk.

“Ah, Dredheim,” she began, her voice smooth and sharp. “Still as dreary as I remember. You’d think with all the contracts you uphold, you’d have better taste in décor.” She let her gaze sweep over the guards, her disdainful tone forcing a few to shift uncomfortably.

One of them, braver than the rest, stepped forward, his spear raised. “You’ve breached the conditions of your exile, Loki,” he said firmly. “Surrender now, and the Order may grant you leniency.”

[Y/N] tilted her head, twirling the dagger she held around her fingers with casual precision. “Leniency? How generous,” she drawled. “But tell me, what exactly do you plan to do if I don’t surrender? Throw me in your dungeon? Bind me with your shiny chains?” Her voice dropped to a deadly whisper as she stepped closer. “I’ve already escaped you once before. Do you think you can hold me now?”

The guard faltered, his grip on the spear tightening, but his resolve clearly wavering. [Y/N] seized the moment, tossing her dagger lightly into the air and catching it by the blade without looking.

“Now, now,” she purred, her voice deceptively sweet. “I’m here to talk, not fight. But if you’d prefer the latter...” She pointed the dagger toward the guards, her smirk widening into a alarming grin as they exchanged uneasy glances.

Just as she prepared to press further, a deafening horn blared through the fortress. The sound was followed by the clattering of gates as reinforcements poured into the courtyard, their spears crackling with enchanted energy. [Y/N]’s eyes flicked to the commotion, though she maintained her composure. “Oh, good,” she said dryly. “I was worried this would be too easy.”

While [Y/N] commanded the scene, the two brothers watched from the shadows behind a crumbled wall while dismantling the blood oath. Their task was delicate and swift—breaking an oath that had bound them in the past required finesse and precision. In a quiet, hidden chamber, Loki worked his magic, weaving the words of old with a power that was both subtle and devastating. Thor, ever the steadfast warrior, kept watch, ensuring that no unexpected interruptions would hinder their mission.

But Loki’s eyes couldn’t help but be locked on her every move, his breath caught in his throat. The way she moved, the way she wielded his persona with such ease—it was uncanny. She wasn’t just copying him; she was becoming him, in a way that both impressed and unnerved him.

“She’s quite the performer,” Thor remarked, his tone laced with amusement.

“She’s reckless,” Loki snapped, though his gaze never left her. “One mistake, and the entire plan falls apart.”

Thor chuckled softly. “She reminds me of someone.”

Loki shot him a glare. “Do me a favor and save your observations for later.”

But even as he spoke, he couldn’t deny the pang of pride—and something deeper—that stirred in his chest. [Y/N] wasn’t just holding her own; she was dominating the stage.

It should have infuriated him. Instead, it unsettled him in ways he didn’t care to examine.

“She’s being brazen. If she slips up, they’ll know it’s not me.” Loki hissed.

“And yet,” Thor said, glancing at his brother, “you can’t take your eyes off her. You’ve been staring at her like a wolf eyeing its next meal.”

Loki shot him a glare. “I thought I made it clear that it wasn’t the time for your ridiculous observations, Thor.”

Thor smirked, leaning in closer. “Just admit it. You’re impressed. And something else, too, if I’m not mistaken.”

Loki clenched his jaw, unwilling to give Thor the satisfaction of an answer. But he couldn’t deny it—[Y/N]’s boldness, her defiance, the way she had stepped into his role so seamlessly—it was maddeningly alluring. She was leading the scene in a way that even he had to admit was impressive. But admiration wasn’t the only thing stirring in his chest—it was something deeper, something he wasn’t ready to confront.

The Oath finally unraveled in a strident sound, its bindings dissolving into particles in the ether, leaving their enemies weaker and more vulnerable than they realized. With the soldiers distracted, [Y/N] led the way into the inner sanctum, where the Warden awaited them. The chamber was vast, lit by a flickering green flame, and the air was heavy with magic. The green flame in the chamber flickered ominously as she stepped forward, her every move exuding the kind of confidence Loki himself had perfected over centuries. Said Warden of the Pact stepped forward, his voice booming over the chaos. “Loki, surrender now, and we may grant you a swift end. Resist, and you will face the wrath of the Order.”

She twirled the dagger deftly in her hand, pressing it against the smirk curling on her lips, and Loki watched from the shadows, frozen. She felt like him—sharp, unpredictable, and utterly commanding yet in her own unique way.

She tilted her head, the light catching the intricate detailing of her "Loki" armor. She let out a low, mocking laugh, the sound reverberating through the chamber. “Oh, do you? How delightful,” she purred. Her dagger was gleaming as she pointed it lazily at him. “Do tell me, Warden, have you ever stopped to wonder what it must feel like to stand before a Goddess? You should count yourself lucky—I’m feeling particularly magnanimous today.”

Loki’s breath hitched as shivers traveled down his spine. The words hung in the air, heavier than the tension crackling between the Warden and [Y/N]. She wasn’t just putting on an act anymore. She was the role she played, and it sent a strange ache through Loki’s chest.

Magnanimous. A Goddess.

It wasn’t just the defiance in her voice—it was the conviction behind it. For a fleeting moment, Loki wondered if she actually believed it, and if she did…why did it stir something in him that he wouldn't want to name?

The Warden’s face darkened, and the soldiers shifted nervously. [Y/N] took a step forward, her cape sweeping behind her as she raised her chin. “You forget who you’re dealing with. I am Loki, Goddess of Mischief, rightful heir to Asgard’s throne and master of chaos. Your threats mean nothing to me.”

She flicked the dagger toward the ground, green reflecting in her eyes and her magic sparkling as it landed, creating a sharp crack that sent the soldiers reeling. “Now,” she continued, her voice colder, “get out of my way before I show you what a God can do.”

More soldiers lunged forward, spears glowing with enchanted energy. [Y/N] spun, dodging the first strike and grabbing one soldier by the arm, twisting him into his comrades. She moved fluidly, the dagger an extension of her, just as Loki had taught her.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” the Warden said, his voice echoing through the room. “But your tricks end here.”

[Y/N] stepped forward, still holding the illusion of Loki. “Oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Your bravado is tiresome. You think you can stand against me? A Goddess doesn’t kneel to the likes of you.”

The Warden raised his staff, magic crackling at its tip. “You’re no goddess, Loki. You’re a fraud.”

The woman smiled, a dangerous glint in her eye. “Then prove it.”

The Warden launched a bolt of glowing energy toward her, but [Y/N] sidestepped gracefully, her smirk widening. “Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted, throwing the dagger upward and catching it without looking.

The soldiers surrounding the Warden hesitated, glancing nervously at each other. She took the opportunity to close the distance, her steps unhurried, her voice sharp and cutting.

“Let me tell you something about power,” she said, her tone icy. “It’s not just about strength or fear. True power is about control. And right now, I’m in control. You? You’re just another footnote in the stories they’ll tell about me.”

Her words were pure Loki—sharp-edged and brimming with arrogance—but the way she delivered them was all her own. She radiated an unshakable certainty that made even the Warden falter.

But the Warden’s forces returned faster than expected. As [Y/N] lowered the illusion of green smoke, the sound of clanging armor and rushed footsteps filled the air. Loki’s eyes darted to the corridor behind her, where armored guards poured in like a flood, each carrying weapons glowing with runes.

As the guards surged forward in greater numbers, Loki knew the ruse wouldn’t hold much longer. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured an illusion of himself appearing on the far side of the courtyard, drawing half the guards away. Then, with a burst of green energy, he stepped into the fray, his daggers materializing in his hands.

“Time to move,” he muttered to Thor, who grinned and charged in with Mjolnir, scattering soldiers like leaves in a storm.

[Y/N] caught sight of Loki and shouted over the din, “What happened to waiting for my diversion?”

“Reinforcements,” Loki hissed, gripping her wrist and yanking her back. “They must have alerted the higher ranks. It’s a full ambush!”

“So much for hiding,” she quipped, dodging a spear and slashing through the advancing guards with practiced precision.

“I gave you your moment,” Loki retorted, sending a wave of green energy toward a cluster of enemies. “But now it’s my turn.”

[Y/N] smirked, twisting away from an attacker and sending a spark of her own magic into his chest, knocking him backward. “Try to keep up, then.”

Loki paused mid-strike, his eyes narrowing. Her movements—sharp, deliberate—bore the mark of his training, but there was something uniquely hers in the way she fought, a fluidity and confidence that made her impossible to ignore.

The Asgardians surged forward together into the battle, a synchronized force of magic and might. Loki’s conjured daggers struck first, precise and lethal, while Thor’s hammer crashed into the advancing line like a battering ram.

But it was [Y/N] who turned the tide.

When a spear-wielding guard broke through the brothers’ defenses, she stepped into his path, her movements fluid and calculated. She caught the spear’s shaft mid-thrust, twisted her body, and redirected its momentum, throwing the guard off balance. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she sent her dagger slicing across his armor, leaving him crumpled on the floor.

Loki, mid-spin as he conjured a wall of green flames to block incoming archers, caught sight of her. She didn’t just fight—she owned the battlefield. Her movements were sharp and deliberate, her confidence radiating like a beacon. For a moment, he forgot the chaos around him.

“Focus, brother!” Thor’s voice snapped him back to reality as he swung Mjolnir into another advancing guard.

[Y/N] noticed Loki staring and smirked. “What’s the matter, Mischief? You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?”

Loki blinked, caught off guard by the smirk she shot his way. He straightened, forcing his usual arrogance to cover his momentary slip. “Hardly,” he quipped, twirling a dagger with flair as he blocked another guard’s strike. “I’m merely appraising my work. It seems you’ve learned a thing or two from the master.”

[Y/N] arched an eyebrow as she parried a blow and dispatched her opponent with a graceful spin. “Master? How kinky. But for your information, I think I’ve refined your sloppy technique.”

Loki sputtered, dodging an axe swing with dramatic flair. “Sloppy? I’ll have you know my form is flawless.”

The impersonator chuckled, sidestepping to fight alongside him. “Sure it is, Mischief. Now less talking, more fighting!”

“I’m multitasking, thank you very much,” Loki grumbled, though the faint flush on his cheeks betrayed the effect her teasing had on him.

As the guards thinned, [Y/N] spotted the Warden retreating into the fortress. Her heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through her veins. “There he is!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos.

“We need him alive,” Loki reminded her sharply, blocking an incoming strike. “The fragment is within his grasp.”

“Then stop stalling,” [Y/N] shot back, already sprinting as her gaze darted between the remaining guards and the Warden’s retreating figure. Her heart pounded, adrenaline surging through her veins. “I’ll handle him. You two deal with the rest.”

“[Y/N], no!” Loki yelled, but she was already sprinting toward the Warden, her dagger gleaming in her hand.

The inner sanctum was vast and foreboding, its walls lined with glowing green runes. The Warden stood at its center, his staff crackling with power. [Y/N] entered cautiously, her steps echoing in the eerie silence.

“You think you can outmatch me?” he sneered as she approached, her pace slow and deliberate.

She tilted her head, her voice dripping with mockery. “Oh, I don’t think—I know.”

The Warden struck first, sending a bolt of dark energy hurtling toward her. [Y/N] ducked and rolled, closing the distance between them with startling speed. She feinted to the left, forcing him to overextend, and then lashed out with her dagger, the blade slicing through the magic shield he had conjured.

He roared in frustration, his attacks growing more erratic as she dodged and countered with ease.

“You’re nothing but a cheap imitation of that Trickster,” the Warden spat.

[Y/N]’s grin widened, her voice low and dangerous. “Imitation? No, darling. I’m the upgrade.”

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a wave of shimmering energy that surged toward the Warden. Her magic crackled like lightning in a storm as it collided with his dark aura. The resulting explosion shook the chamber, sending fragments of stone and embers scattering through the air. Despite the force of the impact, [Y/N] stood firm, her feet planted and her expression unwavering as she deflected the Warden’s counterattacks with calculated precision.

Loki and Thor arrived at the entrance just in time to witness the spectacle. [Y/N]’s magic flared brilliantly, a kaleidoscope of colors twisting through the dimly lit space. Loki paused, his eyes narrowing as he watched her.

“Impressive,” he murmured, his voice carrying a note of reluctant admiration. But then, shaking himself free from the moment, he stepped forward, his hands alight with emerald energy. “Let’s end this quickly, shall we?”

As if on cue, the three of them moved in perfect tandem. [Y/N]’s radiant magic wove through the air like threads of fire and starlight, meeting Loki’s illusions and deadly blasts of energy in a breathtaking dance of light and shadow. Thor’s hammer crashed down with the force of a thunderclap, shattering the Warden’s defenses piece by piece. The chamber seemed to tremble under the onslaught, the oppressive energy of the Warden’s magic fading against their combined might.

When the smoke and debris finally cleared, the scene left Loki momentarily still. [Y/N] stood over the Warden while blocking his movements by pressing her heel on his chest, her own heaving as she caught her breath. In her hand, a dagger glinted ominously under the faint light, its blade pressed firmly against the Warden’s throat.

“Do you yield?” she demanded, her voice low, cold, and commanding enough to send a chill through the air.

The Warden’s glare was sharp, his jaw clenched in defiance, but after a long moment, his hands fell limp at his sides, and he gave a reluctant nod. [Y/N] stepped back without hesitation, her dagger still poised as she allowed Loki to approach.

Loki moved with a calculated elegance, his fingers glowing faintly as he began extracting the flaring piece of sacred wood. Thor, leaning casually on Mjolnir, let out a low whistle, breaking the tension in the room.

“Well then, brother,” Thor said with a smirk, “from what I just saw, I’d wager she might know you better than you know yourself.”

Loki didn’t answer immediately. His gaze lingered on [Y/N], who had turned her back to them and was meticulously wiping blood from her dagger with an almost unnerving calm. Her movements were deliberate, unhurried, and tinged with an air of indifference that only heightened her aura of command.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Loki found himself at a loss for words.

The air was cool and crisp as they emerged from the sanctum, carrying the faint metallic tang of the battle they had just left behind to regroup on a nearby hill under the fading light of the realm’s twin moons. [Y/N] stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders with a slight wince.

Loki’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the motion. “You’re hurt,” he remarked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

She shrugged, brushing him off. “It’s nothing,” she replied lightly. “Besides, I had fun. Honestly, being you isn’t so bad—minus the overwhelming arrogance, of course.”

Loki tilted his head, his lips curving into a faint, amused smile. “Overwhelming?” he repeated, his tone edged with mock offense.

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow, her smirk unwavering. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. You’ve practically made it an art form.”

Closing the distance between them, Loki’s expression shifted, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “And yet, you wore it so well. Perhaps a little too well.”

Her smirk faltered as their gazes locked, the air between them suddenly charged. [Y/N] caught the flicker of something unspoken in his eyes—something that made her pulse quicken despite herself. But before the moment could deepen, Thor’s booming laughter shattered the tension.

“Well done, my friend! Or should I say... sister?” Thor declared with a grin so wide it was almost comical. He jabbed an elbow toward Loki, wiggling his eyebrows with exaggerated suggestion.

Loki groaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re deflecting,” Thor countered with a hearty clap to his brother’s shoulder.

[Y/N] snorted, breaking the spell of whatever had passed between her and Loki. “I’m going to sleep,” she announced, brushing past them as she started down the hill. “You two can argue over titles and egos all you want.”

Thor watched her go, then leaned toward Loki with a sly grin. “You’re smitten.”

Loki stiffened, though the faint color that rose to his cheeks betrayed him. “Don’t be absurd,” he said, his voice clipped.

Thor chuckled, his laughter a low rumble in the quiet night. “Deny it all you like, brother, but I saw the way you looked at her back there. You’d better be careful—she might outshine even you.”Loki’s gaze followed [Y/N] as she disappeared into the shadows, her stride unbothered and confident, as though the weight of their recent battles hadn’t touched her. His lips pressed into a thin line as he muttered under his breath, almost too quiet for even Thor to hear: “She already has.”

The campfire crackled softly, its warm glow casting flickering shadows across the cluster of worn tents. Above, the stars hung like frozen whispers in a sea of black, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of pine and smoke. The serenity of the scene was broken only by Thor’s occasional snores from his nearby tent, deep and rhythmic, a stark contrast to the restless figure seated alone by the fire.

Loki perched on a log just beyond the firelight’s reach, his sharp profile illuminated faintly by the dying embers. His long fingers danced absently through the air, as though tracing the edges of invisible thoughts. He had excused himself from the evening earlier than usual, brushing off questions with a tired smirk and a dismissive wave. But solitude had done little to settle his mind.

He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, raking a hand through his dark hair. Sleep was elusive, chased away by the memory that had rooted itself firmly in his thoughts—[Y/N]. He hadn’t felt so unraveled in centuries. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her.

[Y/N], wrapped in his colors, her every movement fluid, sharp, and commanding. The memory of her entrance was vivid: green smoke curling around her like tendrils of ivy, her voice low and laced with dangerous charm. She had moved with a confidence that burned, her posture radiating a power that rivaled his own.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he exhaled, a soft growl escaping his throat. Why does it bother me so much? He tried to dismiss the thought, to let it fade into the crackle of the fire, but it lingered, refusing to be ignored.

It wasn’t just her audacity to mimic him so perfectly—it was how seamlessly she had worn his essence, as if it were hers to claim. Her presence had been so arresting, so undeniably magnetic, that it left him breathless.

Gods, the way she moved…

Loki’s eyes fluttered closed, and his breath hitched as the memory overtook him again. [Y/N], draped in the leather of his garb, hugging her form as though it had been tailored for her. She had prowled across the battlefield like a queen surveying her kingdom, her every step exuding a quiet, dangerous authority. The way the fabric clung to her figure, the sway of her hips—it was maddening.

And that dagger. Oh, how she had wielded it.

The memory of her performance haunted Loki like a curse, one far too alluring to shake. He could see her even now, standing there with the confidence of a queen in emerald mist, holding his dagger like it had always belonged in her grasp.

She had held it like it belonged to her, the blade angled just enough to catch the dim light as she pressed the cool metal against her mouth—just as he had shown her. It wasn’t just a gesture of menace; it was seduction, power, and mockery all rolled into one. She had whispered something after that—he couldn’t remember the exact words, only that they had sounded like something he would say, dripping with charm and danger. The image of her smirking behind the blade had been enough to make his breath lost in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

Now, sitting alone by the fire, the memory wouldn’t leave him. His hand drifted to the very same dagger, still strapped to his side. He unsheathed it slowly, the metal gleaming faintly in the flickering firelight. His fingers tightened around the hilt as he turned the blade over, examining it like it held some forbidden secret.

Loki inhaled sharply as he slowly lifted the blade. The thought was ridiculous, absurd even, but he couldn’t resist. He pressed the same spot of the flat of the dagger against his lips that had once been on hers, the cool metal sending a shiver coursing down his spine. Would this count as an indirect kiss? His eyes fluttered closed, and for a fleeting moment, he could almost feel her there, could almost taste the ghost of her touch lingering on the steel.

But it wasn’t enough.

Loki drew the blade away, letting it glide down his neck, the metal cold against his skin. His breath deepened as he trailed it lower, dragging the flat side of the dagger along the curve of his chest, over the smooth fabric of his tunic. The sensation was grounding and electric all at once, the weight of the weapon pulling him back to the moment she had stood there, commanding the entire room with a confidence he didn’t think he’d ever find so maddeningly... enticing.

He couldn’t stop. The blade moved lower, over his abdomen, where his muscles tensed beneath the light pressure of the metal. He exhaled sharply, his hand trembling slightly as he finally pulled it away, holding the dagger tightly at his side.

The memory of [Y/N]’s smirk, her confidence, her fire—it consumed him.

“A goddess doesn’t kneel,” her voice echoed in his mind, low and dripping with defiance. The words struck him like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. He had wanted to laugh when she’d said it, to mock her audacity, but he hadn’t. Because in that moment, she had been a goddess—a force of nature, his equal in every way that mattered. And perhaps, in ways he didn’t yet understand, his superior.

Loki leaned back, letting his head fall against the rough bark of the log, his gaze drifting upward to the endless expanse of stars. “By the Norns,” he muttered under his breath, his voice a mix of frustration and awe.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the faint glow of her tent, her silhouette shifting as she settled for the night. He wondered if she was as restless as he was, if the memory of the day’s battle haunted her as it did him. Did she even realize the storm she had unleashed within him?

He clenched his jaw, his hands tightening around the hilt of the dagger. He tried to focus on her flaws, to remind himself why she infuriated him. She was impulsive, reckless, far too bold for her own good. But gods, wasn’t that what drew him to her? Her fire, her fearlessness, her refusal to yield?

“A goddess doesn’t kneel,” he repeated under his breath, the words tasting bitter and sweet all at once. Her voice returned to him, low and sultry, dripping with defiance. Loki exhaled shakingly, his hands curling into fists. Those words had pierced through him, striking a chord he hadn’t realized existed.

She had looked like a goddess—fierce, commanding, unyielding. It wasn’t just the way she moved or spoke; it was the fire in her eyes, the way she had stood her ground even when outnumbered. The way she had moved, the confidence in every gesture, the fire in her eyes—it had all felt so familiar and yet so wholly hers. And that smirk, the one she had thrown his way as if to say, See? I can be you—and better than you. It had undone him. Completely.

And the worst part? She hadn’t just acted like him—she had been better than him. He had spent centuries crafting his identity as a god of mischief and chaos, bending others to his will, proving his superiority over mortals and gods alike. And yet, in that one moment, she had made him feel... small.

And it terrified him.

She had worn the title like she was born to it, her defiance shining brighter than any crown. For the first time in a long time, Loki had been... mesmerized. Not just by her beauty, though that was undeniable, but by the sheer force of her will.

And then she had dared to mock him after it was all over. “Honestly, being you isn’t so bad... minus the overwhelming arrogance,” she had said with a grin, twirling the dagger like it was hers to manipulate.

Loki’s lips curved into a small, bitter smile. Arrogant? Yes, he was. Overwhelmingly so. But who wouldn’t be, after living centuries in a world that demanded nothing less? And yet, somehow, she had managed to turn it all back on him, stripping away the layers of his pride and leaving him exposed. Vulnerable.

He hated it. And he craved it.

The dagger still rested in his hand, the weight of it oddly comforting. He traced his thumb along the edge, his mind drifting back to her again. He could still see her standing there, the green smoke swirling around her like a crown, her voice laced with venom and allure. She had took over the reigns of the room, demanded their attention, and every part of him had wanted to watch her burn it all to the ground or make it burn for her—anything, if only to please her wrath.

The fire crackled louder, snapping Loki out of his reverie. He leaned back, his hands braced on the log, and let his head fall back to gaze at the stars.

He shouldn’t be thinking about her like this.

She was an ally, nothing more. A necessary piece in this grand game they were playing. And yet, when he closed his eyes, he didn’t see the mission or the stakes they faced. He saw her—flushed with triumph, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath after the battle. He saw the curve of her lips as she smirked at him, the challenge in her eyes as she dared him to match her fire.

He swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trailing down his temple despite the cool night air.

Stop it, he told himself. Stop thinking about her like this.

The fire snapped loudly, pulling him from his thoughts. Loki rose from the log, sheathing the dagger with a flourish. His steps carried him toward the edge of the camp, where the shadows deepened and the night felt cooler against his flushed skin. He needed to distance himself, to clear his head, but her presence lingered like a phantom.

He had faced gods, monsters, and armies without flinching, yet one mortal woman had left him in such deplorable state. It was infuriating. It was exhilarating.

And, the Norns help him, he wasn’t sure he wanted it to stop.

Want to read more of my works? Check out my masterlist !

dividers ©️ @vesearartistry .

66 notes · View notes

liliansun · 1 year ago

Text

summary : college was enough to deal with, barely passing classes and struggling to keep up with what was going on in each was a daily struggle. not having time to catch someone’s eye was fine with you, that was until you met him. there was something about him that was enchanting, so you went out to find him, hoping you kept him up the same way he did you.

college kids : nct dream members, my friends are the inspiration for the female profiles (joy, loki, niwa and esa) andb random supporting cast

started : 07 | 16 | 23 finished : 10 | 10 | 23

warnings : mostly posted by chapter, language, mentions of alcohol, college au, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, lying, anything else will be added accordingly <3 (if you can’t tell it’s tswift based bc i’m obsessed w the song)

taglist : please send in an ask or comment to be added

🎧 : part of the speak now (polaroid version) playlist

00 : [ bitches love the gram ] : [ soon 2 be college drop outs ]

01 : don’t act like you don’t like it

02 : double whammy

03 : you’re bitchless bro

04 : …not that ham

05 : determined to do so (1.4k)

06 : short kings need love too

07 : da new da vinci

08 : what the fuck is 922?

09 : mom and mom are fighting

10 : INFILTRATE THE LUNCH

11 : who’s haechan?

12 : i don’t trust men

13 : no offense taken

14 : you need more sleep then

15 : well that hurted

16 : he’s easy to please

17 : lil man complex

18 : i breathe and for what

19 : is he gone yet?

20 : deserve to be heard (2.2k)

21 : she’s safe

22 : where is haechan.

23 : one last time (0.7k)

24 : platonic soulmates

25 : it’s not me this time

26 : only love can hurt like this

27 : tswift era

28 : so i may be lost

29 : sad and sulky

30 : run to me instead

31 : a couple of besties

32 : regular huh

33 : officially official

34 : it’d always be her [ final ]

#nct dream au #nct dream fanfic #nct dream fluff #nct dream fake texts #nct dream donghyuck #nct dream smau #nct fanfic #nct haechan #nct fake texts #nct au #nct dream haechan #haechan angst #haechan fake texts #haechan fluff #haechan fic #haechan fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct dream fanfiction #hyuckbrainrot 🧟‍♀️🧠

963 notes · View notes

missmarveledsblog · 4 months ago

Text

The one ( Bucky barnes x reader odindotter)

summary : just the grumpy teddy bear bucky pinning after thor sister that's been there through everything

warning: none , Bucky being a cutie , John walker being an ass , sam being the best wing man , mutual pining

One person , one singular person was all he wanted to see after it all . after the blip , the war against the mad tyrant and yet he was now staring at the face of a man he loathed , one who didn't deserve to hold the shield his best friend and brother had for a century. John walker stood an ego based attention hog who had the wrong morals and ideal that steve would generally cringe at . even with all this their was one person that occupied his mind , one that could truly make sense of all the craziness that he was now landed in. He walked as johns chest puffed out appearing to make himself so much bigger that he was , the words spilling from his mouth all bullshit and that thing he pass of as charm well a bag of rocks could do better and possibility even smarter . Bucky came to see her , knowing she was the only one that could truly understand what it is like to be in a place so alien and having those feeling of they didn't feel they belong in a sense. She could of been in new asgard with the rest of her people but she like this strange place. What made it funnier was he was actually of this planet and same time if someone told him it was mar or some shit he would actually believe them because still even after everything this didn't feel like earth . He watched her pretending to care , even the scowl of annoyance that grace her face that would of had loki proud. "So i think that why cardio is so important" john finished off the suggestable comment . " you know my brother would love to hear stuff like this" she smiled letting the poor mans hope rise. " although i find it all a bit boring more into the intellect of everything" her head tilted she had the man like a mouse on a string . " i mean yeah science of things but at the end of the day brawn defeat the brain" he chuckled . " i'm a goddess your brawn wouldn't tire me nor my brain" she rolled her eyes clearly done with the conversation scanning the room . " i bet i could tire you out" he winked . " the only way you could tire me out is too keep talking because it kinda putting me asleep" she fake a yawn before adding the stretching her arms to prove her point . " wow you really add to the bitchy princess stereotype" he scoffed. " oh little man i made it" she walked off eyes lighting up when she saw the man before her . " finally someone interesting" she called making the other man scoff.

It wasn't her intention to be bitchy maybe it was having loki as a big brother or the fact the man before her didn't know his ass from his elbow and yet he held something so important in his hands. She could of kept walking , ignored it and she was going to til his mouth opened once more. " really the killer" that sentence that made the fires of hel seem small to how it made her feel. " excuse me you back of the warehouse version of captain america , you wouldn't know the real downfall of earth or it's people . you hold that shield yet don't know one thing it represents nor the man that held it before you and yet you try cast you opinions on someone who went through so much and still stand before us today , if my father was alive he would agree that not one of us would have the same kind of heart and fight if we went through what that man has went through , all that pain and torture that would break you in a click of a finger" she snapped. " doll seriously it's ok" bucky said although someone should told his face with the smile having her defending him . " jame buchanan barnes and many other saved this whole universe and you dare try insult him , that shows you don't deserve that title you parade" she scoffed leaving john walker standing almost speechless . " hey little princess" sam called cutting bucky from speaking. " hello shall we leave or midgard will need a new captain" she smiled brightly . " actually we need your help" sam winked . " i feel like i should say no but lets go" she chuckled .

She sat on the ledge of helicopter watching the idiot well her favourite idiot fall to the ground and sam following after liking the new and improved wings. " you gonna jump out now?" torrez asked in awe and well slightly nervous giving who the woman is before him. " nah idiots forget i could of teleported us" she giggle before she was gone from his sight. Leaning over bucky as he lay out on the ground . " that was very stupid" she smiled holding her hand out. " well i mean i got down didn't i" he smirked back up at her. " your an old man it's quite dangerous" she laughed . " how old are you again" he shot back. " times different i mean in earth human years i'm only what twenty five" she tapped her chin . " wait so how old was loki when you know tried taking over earth " sam came to their side. " earth years sixteen" she walked off causing sam mouth to get louder at the new found knowledge . " your telling me grown ass loki , destroying new york with his alien ass army was 16 earth years old " . " yeah i mean time was something that many asgardians had to get use to being here" she shrugged. " i like it better when you where the thousand year old princess" bucky teased. " so you didn't feel like a creep my little pinning buck" sam whispered she heard it yet kept walking pretending to be oblivious to sam's constant teasing . " no but seriously loki was sixteen" sam asked making her roll her eyes . which led to her spending the rest of the time trying to explain the time differences and space and time which was probably a waste of her time as he began asking to convert their fellow avengers ages to asgardian . which then she used to tease him then turning it around. " so would it make you feel better after losing to parker" she smirked watching his face fall. " we didn't lose" bucky spoke up . " yeah redwing came in" sam added. " so redwing did, what you couldn't" she smiled. " no no now don't spin this" sam huffed. " well i mean you're so concerned with ages" she smiled. " here's me thinking you were sweet and soft like thor but your like loki" sam chuckled . " i mean me and loki did get to chat a lot , great teacher glad he left something behind " she smiled softly as sam realised his words . " shit i didn't , sorry really y/n" he began rambling . " it's ok really lets get going" she walked ahead only for bucky to slap sam at the back of the head. " bird brain, and stop with the remarks she finds out i love her well i'm screwed i love my best girl " he hissed.

Even after all this time it was so hard , so stressful and completely heartbreaking to even think of her brother . loki and thor was all she had after her parents life had perished and granted she still have thor but through everything knowing once and for all that loki was truly gone , well sometimes it can take longer for a heart to heal after so much loss especially when your not fully over the others before it. The rest of the trip it was like she was somewhere else from the taunts of zemo to the fake disguise of the winter soldier it seemed as though the whole thing was getting worse bringing back scars for them all to the surface. All mentally dealing with something that was bigger then themselves . all dealing with pressures or ghost of their own past . he could see in her eyes thinking of all they lost , close friends and family behind the eyes he could stare into all day . she been around through it all , from when steve found him the first and second time . the day he pulled him from the river when she promised to take care of steve , through the battle of the airport, on the run while he was in wakanda she stayed learning how they did it and being the friend he needed. To the war how she held them all up loss after loss , she lived through the blip trying to find a way to get them back , a way to stop the mad tyrant and he wonder in that time was he on her mind like she would of been on his if the role were reversed. She would give her all for those she loved and still felt like she needed to give more it was another reason to add to that ever growing list of why he loved her .

Then now here they were louisiana celebrating the new captain america , the right choice , the one he couldn't agreed more not that he would admit that out loud . although he wish sam would shut up about y/n odinsdottir . he didn't want to scare her off being his friend , the whole time when everything was wrapped up in a bow it's all the new cap could bring up . he watched her laugh and play with the children , how even thought the sun was shining her smile was even brighter . " you know instead of still doing the whole mean steamy stare you could actually do something about it" sam nudged him playfully as sarah looked to the two. " oh if you don't i will" she winked . then the laugh got louder as he watched her walking towards him eyes locked on his and that damn smile that made him melt like a puddle. Her hand coming to his face , cupping his cheeks before her lips on his . " you know i can hear you both no matter how much you whisper" she winked turning to walk off only to feel his hand to wrap in her pulling her flush to his chest . " and you left it til now cruel doll" he smirked leaning forward . " hey girl can only wait so long plus again it's not like i didn't give you chances all these years " batting her lashes leaning up to kiss him once more only for clash of thunder shot through the sky making them jump apart. " he got the girl , my man buck nasty got the girl" sam cheered . " he always had the girl" she kissed him once . the one he wanted to see the most was truly and finally his ,his peace and his girl.

#buckybarnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu #reader #bucky x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #seb #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #james barnes #winter soldier #john walker

86 notes · View notes

blueikeproductions · 3 months ago

Text

So the other TFONE Prime cards came out, so what I’ll do is just cover the ones I don’t have much to say about here.

First up Solus Prime.

Solus has had the weirdest design philosophies. This design seems to be primarily based on the Prime Wars webseries look.

Which is the superior design vs her original look which has this weird HR Geiger Species vibe I’m not fond of.

Solus’ primary claim to fame is being the first female Transformer, and the only one among the Primes, making most of the famous weapons in the general lore, and pry most tragic: getting shot by The Fallen and dying. Her body serving as the basis for the Well of Allsparks, meaning she functionally given birth to all Transformers going forward. There’s a… lot to unpack there, not helped is shows like RiD15 and Cyberverse use her name as an exclamation/cuss in “Sweet Solus Prime!” Unlike the older lore, ONE Solus dies by Sentinel’s actions, absolving Megatronus of the matter, which honestly I kinda prefer. Whether Solus and Megs were romantically involved here is unknown. I think what I’m most surprised by is the movie resisted giving Elita Solus’ Cog, since I guarantee older stuff would’ve done that. Outside of both being girls tho’, Solus does fit Elita’s hard working personality more than Alchemist and Onyx.

Nexus Prime

Not gonna lie, I’m kinda disappointed about this one. His gimmick is he’s the first Combiner, which again contradicts Aligned’s claim Amalgamous is the first converting robot with the first Cog. The ONE design pushes it more into a G1 Blitzwing direction, with vestigial nods to the combiner idea in that he looks to combine from a jet and tank in particular, again mirroring Blitzwing.

Though it also could be a reference to Flywheels.

Nexus Prime’s original designs nevertheless make his Combiner gimmick expressed more clearly.

So it feels like a bit of a downgrade to me. His gun shield looks like it formed from a tank component to me, but that could be a stretch… Maybe he really IS a Duocon in this universe.

Liege Maximo

If there’s one thing Liege is known for, it’s not having a consistent design.

As we’ve gone from whatever this is supposed to be…

To Loki because the MCU was really popular back then.

The new design still uses Marvel Loki as the basis, but dials it back considerably, instead making him more of a generic knight. Notably the inclusion of a sword is interesting, as Aligned states his weapons are poisonous Legion Darts. Maximo’s initial concept painted HIM as the first Decepticon, of which Megatron and the others are descended from, an evil being created by Primus to counterbalance the first Prime via G2. Because Megatronus later inherited a lot of this, he instead was cast as more of a manipulative trickster, still evil, but not to the same extent as his G2 version was. Liege Maximo is also the Prime of false starts, as his G2 and IDW selves were set up as the next major villain but cancellation saw this unresolved. G2 Liege Maximo saw conclusion in what was unofficial fan fiction written by Furman, while IDW Liege Maximo was unceremoniously killed by Shockwave-Onyx in the main book. His only role that saw a proper conclusion was in RiD15, where he was the villain of the day in a chapter book causing problems for the Autobots because he was bored in the Prime Realm and wanted a cheap thrill. RiD is also the only place his Loki like characteristics were played around with. Because the Primes in ONE appear to all be benevolent, it’s not clear if Megatronus or Liege Maximo are still supposed to be the evil ones or not, but the more heroic looking Liege says no to me.

Amalgamous Prime

The mad lads finally made this horrifying thing work.

Pushing it into a four armed ED-209 direction is much better, and frankly going by his more “primitive” build, they can easily make future Shockwave toys into Amalgamamous. This guy’s claim to fame in the modern lore is being the first actual Transformer with the first Cog, which again is contradicted by Nexus and (possibly) Onyx also being able to Transform… Aligned lore says his Cog informed all future robots on Cybertron of the ability to Transform, but ONE streamlines it that ALL the Primes had Cogs and the ability to Transform, making Amalgamous somewhat redundant. Aligned also claims his direct descendants are “Shifters”, Transformers with omni transformation, rather than the standard robot to vehicle.

Aligned didn’t really do much with this concept because you can’t realistically make a toy of such a thing nor is it feasible to have them as reoccurring characters for both expenses and being OP, with TFP Makeshift and RID15 Pseudo being depicted as shadow creatures in their default mode. The Shifters haven’t returned post Aligned so I think it’s an abandoned concept. Future stuff I would assume would instead say Triple Changers and Six Changers are AP’s direct descendants since they’re much easier to work with in toy and fiction. His new Robot Mode makes me think he turns into a tank, but I’m also not sure if his head is his chest or not….

Vector Prime

Aside from his head and colors, the TFONE version is straight up the original Galaxy Force version.

Though his colors evoke one of Vector Prime’s influences, the Marvel G1 Last Autobot.

Vector Prime’s best known role is in Cybertron/Galaxy Force, where as the Primus appointed guardian of time, he joined the Autobots of the present day to find the Cyber Planet Keys to close the Black Hole that threatened the universe, as it was the end of time. Galaxy Force also showed Vector Prime can manipulate time, but it was a drain on his energy, and using it too much would kill him. Notably he used a brief display of this early on to save the kids and Mini-Cons from certain death, but I guess this version of Vector couldn’t do the same to defeat Sentinel & the Quints…

#blueike productions #blueike #transformers #maccadam #transformers one #transformers one spoilers

76 notes · View notes

sunflowerdigs · 11 months ago

Text

It's a testament to how dynamic Loki and Mobius' relationship is that Eric Martin currently describes Mobius as a sweetie pie and likely to soften the truth for Loki. Because Mobius' purpose as a character at the start of the series was to be that voice of unvarnished truth for Loki. His lack of emotional connection to Loki was what allowed him to carry out his role in the story at that time (and, indeed, he was so frank and unyielding that some fans have called that interrogation scene a torture scene). So, for him now to be unable to carry out that role for Loki, for him to have gone from uncaring interrogator to "sweetie pie", shows exactly how much change that relationship has undergone since ep1, and shows that the transformation is based on Mobius coming to care for Loki more and more over the course of the series (and vice versa).

And I don't think Martin is incorrect. Loki going back to that earliest version of Mobius to get a truth that he knew he couldn't get from the Mobius of 2x06 proves that what Martin is saying is true.

#lokius #it's all coming together #loki series

217 notes · View notes

vashtijoy · 11 months ago

Note

is there any in-game evidence that supports Akechi getting either Loki or Robin Hood first?

Hello! I've discussed this before here.

Tl;dr: though there's Word of God saying Akechi awoke to both personas at the same time, there probably still has to be an order—I hear something similar happens with the P3 protagonist, with one persona emerging from the other? Or like Protect and Endure, where Akechi learns both at the same time (at rank 10), but there is still an order to them.

During the third awakenings, the original base persona appears on the left, with the second awakening persona on the right. And in Akechi's, Robin Hood is on the left:

On top of that, the third awakenings are a glow-up of the original persona. Hereward is kind of a reverse glow-up (a dim-down??) of Robin Hood:

So I think Royal makes it pretty clear that Robin Hood is the base persona, and Loki the second awakening—regardless of the actual timing of those awakenings, of whether they happened on top of each other or years apart. Just like how, on the black mask suit, you can see the blue layer is the base layer, with the black stripes sewn over the top.

Akechi was not born evil—his circumstances made him so. His personas, and his outfit, reflect that.

revision history

Click here for the latest version.

v1.0 (2024/01/18)—first posted.

#asks #persona 5 #p5 meta #goro akechi

180 notes · View notes

wheredafandomat · 1 year ago

Text

Based on this ask that I accidentally lost 😭

@lulubelle814 I hope you enjoy it!!

Meant to be

Loki x female reader

18+ | TW: Infertility and problems associated with that including miscarriage, smut, use of drugs, alcohol

❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Loki, Loki” you shake him awake trying to stop the trembling as your vision blurred “wake up, I need-I need to go to a hospital” you stuttered, Loki’s eyes flying open as he heard you.

“Y/n?” He questioned, cupping your face as he searched your expression in the dark room “what’s the matter?” He began, eyes widening as he noticed the crimson soaking into the sheets.

“I feel faint and I’m not due on” you tried to rationalise, not wanting to alarm Loki and trying to calm yourself down too.

“I’ll drive” he quickly stood up, flinging the duvet off of himself.

Loki helped you into the car before you both rushed to the hospital. You had been feeling abdominal pain for the past couple of days and you felt incredibly ill but you put it down to stress. Only now as Loki held your hand, frantically driving that you realised this was actually a lot more serious. When you made it to the hosptial, you were seen quickly.

“I wish I had known” you sniffled “if only I had known, I could have pretended, just for a while that we—we were going to be parents” you continued to cry as Loki rubbed soothing circles on your back, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I was a mother Loki and now—now I—” you sobbed, wanting the day to end as Loki bit back his own mournful tears. And just like that, another getaway, another attempt at normalcy.

It had been just over a month since you were at the hospital and already, you and Loki had spent all your weekends abroad, trying to have sex in as many different European countries as you could. Each country offered its own culture, its own fond memories and its own way of spicing up your sex life whether that was with aphrodisiacs or guided meditations. This weekend, you found yourselves in Amsterdam, a hotel overlooking a nearby canal as you each held a mushroom in your hand. It was on your way to get food that you stopped at a shop and picked the mushrooms up after an elderly lady working in the shop said that the mushrooms cured all that ails you. Turning towards each other, you smiled before eating them.

“When do they kick in?” Loki asked, wriggling his fingers as he held his hand in front of his face.

“Considering the fact that you’ve been staring at your hand for the past ten minutes, I think they already have” you answered, looking at him.

“Oh” he voiced, looking up at you “do they work?”

“Is your hair getting longer?” You questioned, squinting as you looked at Loki.

“Is yours getting shorter?” He replied, pointing at your hair before you stood up, making your way to the mirror.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, Loki following behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Norns!” Loki gasped, his hair long as he took in his appearance.

“Is this—do I have stubble?” You panicked, touching your face only it didn’t seem like your face. “Oh my god!” You yelped again as you felt an unfamiliar weight between your legs. Running your hand down your body, you almost passed out as you realised “I—I’m a man! Look Loki, look, I’ve got a—” you began to laugh, pulling your trousers down.

“Y/n, I fear I may have lost my—” Loki began before you interrupted, thrusting your hips.

“It’s so heavy” you chuckled.

“What on Midgard did we take?” Loki asked, his voice high.

“Who cares, the effects will probably wear off as the mushrooms do” you shrugged.

“Sooo, are you saying we should enjoy them whilst they last?” Loki grinned.

“Yes, besides, you do look irresistible as a woman. Very sexy” you purred, causing Loki to smile. “Your hair, your skin, I’m going to enjoy this” you smirked, your hand moving between Loki’s legs.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Loki giggled, seemingly uncomfortable by how much you were enjoying this more feminine version of himself.

“No” you answered with the same giggle.

Both sated, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your bodies as well as the aroma of sex lingering around the room, you rested your head against Loki’s chest as you took a deep breath.

“Thank you for this Loki” you murmured, kissing his chest.

“For what?” He queried.

“Taking us away, making me feel better, I’ve enjoyed it” you smiled. Sitting up a little, Loki kissed the top of your head before noting your hair growing again.

“Your hair” he pointed as you sat up, touching it.

“Oh yeah” you grinned before pulling the sheet that was covering Loki’s lower half away. “Oh how I’ve missed you!” You exclaimed, looking down at all eight inches of him.

“Could’ve fooled me” Loki joked.

“You think you’re funny?” You teased, straddling him.

“No thought, simply fact” Loki retorted.

“Mm?” You hummed questioningly as you guided his thick cock inside of you.

“Mhmm” Loki nodded in response as you lowered yourself onto him, eyes closing as he filled you to the hilt.

“Fuckk Loki” you moaned, rocking your hips forwards and backwards as his hands found purchase on your breasts.

“Just like that” Loki groaned as you clenched your walls around him “you feel so good.”

“Ughh Lokii” you whimpered, grounding your hips down against him as his cock throbbed inside of you.

“Keep doing that baby, fuckk” Loki pleaded as you circled your hips. “Feels too good” he almost mewled, rolling you over and switching your positions so that you were against the bed before he fucked into you with ardour, hitting that perfect spot as you thrashed against the bed, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.

“Loki” you almost screamed, the headboard banging against the wall as he pounded you.

“D’you want my cum? Tell me you want it” Loki growled, still thrusting hard into you.

“I need it Loki, fuckk” you moaned loudly.

“Want me to cum inside this pretty pussy?”

“Pleaseee” you near begged.

“Tell me to cum” Loki implored as your legs began to shake.

“C—fuckk—cum with me Lokiii” you exclaimed before Loki came, shooting his load inside of you as your climax shook you.

Collapsing down next to you, Loki kissed your shoulder.

“What time does the bar close?” You broke the silence.

“Not until 2AM, why?” Loki answered as you smiled at him.

“I THOUGHT THAT I HEARD YOU LAUGHING, I THOUGHT THAT I HEARD YOU SINGGG” you sang, on stage with an actual microphone after spending the past hour at the bar with Loki.

“I THINK I THOUGHT I SAW YOU TRY” Loki sang with you, his own microphone in hand.

“BUT THAT WAS JUST A DREAM” you both sang together as the audience you had accumulated cheered you both on.

“We’re really good Loki” you spoke to him.

“So so good, the best” he agreed, turning to kiss you as the cheers grew louder.

“I love you” you spoke against his lips, hands roaming one another’s bodies as the kiss deepened.

“Alright alright, that’s enough” you were both escorted off of the stage.

“Pool?” You asked once your microphones were taken off of you and losing my religion stopped playing.

“Pool” Loki nodded.

Running towards it, you were thankful that it was empty once you arrived. You began taking your clothes off before jumping into the water, Loki not far behind you in his boxers as you kissed, the water pooling around your waist.

“I love you so much, do you know that?” Loki asked, looking into your eyes as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You, Loki Laufeyson, are the love of my life” you smiled against his lips as you kissed him “now, do you want to take some more mushrooms and try on my dresses?”

“Yes,” Loki nodded.

“Great” you kissed him again.

The warm glow of the sunlight streaming into the room is what stirred you from your slumber. Stretching, you opened your eyes to find yourself in Loki’s arms. The feeling of you moving woke Loki.

“What happened yesterday?” You asked groggily.

“Why am I wearing a dress?” Loki spoke, looking down at his attire.

“And you’ve got lipstick on” you pointed out, looking at him.

“Well at least it’s yours” he smiled.

“How do you know it’s—” you began before Loki wiped some off of your lips. “Loki, are you wearing mascara?”

“Maybe” he shrugged.

“What a crazy weekend” you sighed.

“Indeed” he agreed and that was the end of that weekend. You both checked out of the hotel, flew home and continued your lives. The weeks turning into months.

Despite never admitting it to anyone, your favorite pastime was going to the park and reading a book with the sound of children in the background. It comforted you. It let you pretend that you were a mother, just for a moment, taking your child to the park. You’d get lost in the sound.

“Which one is yours?”

Looking up from your book, you turned to the elderly lady that sat down next to you. You felt a little embarrassed.

“Oh I don’t have a child” you tried to say nonchalantly.

“Yet” she smiled at you.

“No I-I can’t” you paused, falling silent as the lady looked you up and down.

“I wouldn’t be so sure dear” she smiled almost knowingly at you, a smile that sent shivers down your spine. Gathering your things, you left the park and headed home.

When you arrived home, you were greeted by Loki who was cooking. He kissed you on the cheek as you entered the kitchen and made your way to the fridge before getting the ingredients for a sandwich out.

“What are you doing? You’ll spoil your appetite” Loki tried to deter you.

“I’m starving” you excused.

“Wait for dinner then”

“Sorry mum” you laughed as Loki put the bread away. “Is that my apron?”

“My one is currently in the washing machine” he answered, wrapping his arms around the apron defensively.

“Okay” you continued to laugh.

After dinner, you still couldn’t get the encounter you had with the lady earlier on out of your head. You thought about it as you ate, as you showered, as you brushed your teeth and as you got into bed. You even thought about it as Loki’s lips traveled across your chest and down your body. You couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“I spoke to a lady today, she said some strange things” you finally let out.

“Like?” Loki prompted you to continue as his kisses met the hem of your panties before he began tugging them down.

“That she wouldn’t be so sure that I can’t have children” you admitted.

“Y/n” Loki began sadly.

“No I know I can't, it's just she said it with so much conviction” you explained as Loki’s expression turned into one of pity “anyways it’s not important, will you continue” you tried to dismiss. It didn’t take long for you to cum before falling asleep, Loki’s head still between your thighs.

“Y/n? Y/n?” He called to no avail.

The following morning, it was nausea that woke you up as you jumped out of bed and sprinted towards the bathroom and rid yourself of yesterday's dinner.

“Y/n?” Loki knocked the door as you flushed the toilet.

“NO! Don’t come inside. I’m hideous and vomity and—” you listed as Loki opened the door.

“Y/n” Loki smiled, cupping your cheeks “you’re beau” he started before retching and throwing up too.

“Have we got food poisoning?”

“Impossible” he insisted.

“Maybe it’s just a bug then”

“We should rest” Loki suggested.

“I actually feel quite alright now” you countered, standing up.

“Strangely so do I, but I’d never say no to a lazy day with you” he grinned.

“I would kiss you but we should probably brush our teeth first” you giggled.

The following month, you and Loki were invited to a gala. You had picked out a dress to wear a few weeks ago only now, it wouldn’t zip up. Noticing your struggle, Loki came up behind you and began pulling the zip up before he too was met with resistance.

“I think I’m gaining weight Loki” you sighed as you slumped down.

“I’ve been thinking the same” he answered, causing you to gasp as you straighten yourself out again “about me!” He quickly added “I’ve been gaining weight too.”

“It’s all the carbs Loki, we can’t keep having pasta dishes”

“Apart from tonight, I’ve made your favorite, carbonara for when we get back” Loki smiled.

“Can I have some now, I’m feeling a little peckish?” You asked before Loki led you both to the kitchen. Digging your fork into your plate, you ate a little before rushing to the bathroom to puke which is something you had been doing a lot recently.

“What if something is seriously wrong?” You asked, swishing listerine around your mouth.

“We’ll book you an appointment with a doctor in the morning, okay darling” Loki suggested, you nodding in response.

A few days later, you and Loki found yourselves back in the doctor's office as she looked through her notes before looking up at you both as you sipped your water, your nerves consuming you.

“Well good news, you’re fine and so is the baby.”

Spitting out your water, you told her to repeat herself which she did.

“You’re pregnant” she informed you.

“I—no-I can’t be” you stuttered, Loki holding your hand.

“Yes, almost four months now but we can scan you—”

“MONTHS!” You exclaimed.

“Yes”

“I mean, are you sure?” Loki finally spoke.

“Positive. Haven’t you noticed any changes to your cycle or any symptoms?” The doctor asked.

“I thought I was just going through the change” you whisper shouted.

“Y/n, this is amazing!” Loki cheered, kissing you. “We’re going to be parents” he spoke against your lips.

“I-I’m going to be a mother” you began to cry.

“I’ll give you both some time” the doctor spoke before leaving.

“Loki, how did this—when did this?”

“If you’re four months now, this must’ve happened almost five months ago” he figured.

“What did we do five months ago?” You questioned.

“We were on holiday, that’s when I woke up in the dress” he remembered.

“Yesss, we must’ve been pretty wasted because I can barely remember it.”

“That’s when we conceived,” Loki smiled fondly.

“That explains all the vomiting and the hunger, not your vomiting though Loki” you narrowed your gaze.

“Who cares, this is a joyous occasion” Loki kissed you again before the doctor walked in and scanned you.

“Hello baby” you smiled at the screen, tears in your eyes. “I want to call it Hope, Hope Laufeyson”

From then on, Loki had been very careful with you and extremely accommodating to the point where whenever you’d touch your stomach, he’d do the same, whenever your ankles would swell, so would his and whenever you’d vomit, he’d vomit too. He was taking sympathy pains to a whole new level.

“Loki”

“Yes love”

“I think we’re spending too much time together” you answered quietly.

“As if that’s a thing” he laughed off.

“No seriously, we’re doing the same things”

“Many couples find themselves—”

“I’m pregnant Loki”

“Right”

“So we shouldn’t be acting the same way,” you explained.

“No we shouldn't,” he agreed.

“Loki!” You gasped, worrying him “come here” you called “I just felt a kick.”

Placing a hand on your stomach, Loki waited for another one before doubling over himself.

“Well this certainly shouldn’t be happening” he spoke.

“What?”

“It puts a whole new spin on sympathy pains” he continued.

“What?”

“I think—I think I just felt a kick too.”

“Impossible Loki, you have to actually be pregnant to—AHHHH!” You screamed.

“Whatt?” Loki yelped.

“I think I just saw the kick” you pointed to him.

“You don’t think I’m” Loki paused, stepping in front of a mirror and looking at his stomach.

“You can’t be, it’s not possible, is it?”

“What did we do on that weekend?” He worried.

“Well the best thing you can do is go to the doctors and get a scan just to check” you suggested.

“But I—I’m a-a man”

“Well, find a way of changing that”

“Like we did that weekend!” Loki gasped, remembering.

“What?”

“Don’t you remember? We took something and it altered our genders. That’s when I must’ve conceived” he figured.

“I got you pregnant?”

“We need to wait for a scan but it appears so” he agreed.

Using a lot of his Seiðr, Loki managed to switch sexes again, transforming into who you liked to call Lady Loki.

“You should really do this more often, I like it”

“Look at the mess it’s gotten us into already” Loki answered before you both headed to the clinic.

“Good news, you’re pregnant” the doctor smiled, looking at you both.

“Can we have a moment please” you asked.

“Sure”

“Loki, how is this even going to work?” You began to panic.

“I’ll have to stay like this until after the pregnancy” she decided.

“We’ve gone from no children to two” you breathed.

“Isn’t it magnificent?” Loki beamed.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“Yes! A miracle” she clapped.

“You’re right. You’re right!” You smiled, kissing her “we're going to be parents!”

“The best!” Loki agreed.

Four months later, Loki gave birth to a boy and you a girl. After watching you breastfeed for the first time, Loki changed back into a male and insisted on just being a dad. You really were the best parents.

“You know, we could go on another holiday soon considering the children are growing up” Loki suggested a few years later.

“No!”

I’m so happy for them 🥺

Tags:

@lokisgoodgirl @thenotoriouserg @chantsdemarins @donaweasley @xorpsbane @mcufan72 @loz-3 @evelyn-kingsley @sailorholly @lovingchoices14 @lokiedokiee @noideakitten @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @lokiprompts @lulubelle814 @fictive-sl0th @peaches1958 @gigglingtiggerv2 @tmilover1993 @lyds247 @dustychinchilla74 @lokis-dark-queen @november-rayne @12-pm-510 @vickie5546 @newtomofgods @eyesbluelikethetitanic @lokiestorch @somewhereinthegalaxi @beautyb1ade @angelilacsworld @lokidokieokie @mushypork @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @silver-tongue-taken-to-bed

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki (marvel)#oc fiction #loki fanfiction #tom hiddelston loki #loki smut #loki x you #loki x y/n #dad loki #loki imagines #lady loki #loki imagine #loki smut oneshot #loki fluff #loki fluff and smut

206 notes · View notes