#that really hurt me more than Loki’s tbh

[moonbythecabstan]

I actually like that in the end it was shown that both Sylvie and Mobius were the core people to Loki’s story. Romantic, platonic, or otherwise, those two are the most important people he knows now. He went to them specifically for advice when HWR said the choice was kill Sylvie or let the TVA fall. And he cares about them enough to sacrifice his own selfish desire (to have a happy life with his friends/found family) to give them a chance. A choice.

(Still hurts that without Loki, Mobius has been left without purpose. That he (and Loki) are left heartbroken while everyone else is able to move forward.)

[mischiefmaker615]

Fangs

Rating: PG14

Requester: @eleniblue

Promp: "Why do you think that you need to fix me? Who told you I was broken?"

Summary: You discover Loki's secret 

Note: TBH i've been wanting to try a Vampire Loki one shot..

"Why do you think that you need to fix me? Who told you I was broken?"

His voice was barely a whisper, almost as if he were right beside you when you clearly had your gaze on him from across a healing table.

Your eyes flicked up at him, having finished letting your minor cut heal under the magical glow before drawing your hand away from his.

His fingers gave a very small resistance, as if not wishing to let you go just yet as your fingers slid from his, both your finger tips faintly hesitating before your arm returned to your side again. Your other hand gripped your servants gown, your nails reminding you just how tight you had it clutched from your nervousness where you finally released the fabric.

That's all you were weren't you.. servant. But to prince Loki, you were more than that..

A servant and a prince. In his eyes you were nothing more than a goddess, as he's often reminded you. he often found excuses to be able to run into you, to have you on call for mere tasks that you would bring yourself to him as well. And you went willingly. You always did. There was something.. about it, something different.. and with each passing day as your bond grew, you knew there was something he just wasn't admitting. The funny thing was, his feelings were clear and he's spoken of them and his intentions.. but what he hid was deeper than that.. something that grew fear in your chest by the mere thought of daring to ask.

The opportunity always presented itself to ask what exactly he hid but words never left your mouth. How could you? you both have shared your hearts, have shared a bed, and he new your every soul and desire as if it were apart of him. was this it?

The way he gazed at you now had your eyes captive in his and you could feel your heart race as you drew in a breath to not have your prince wait any longer. ''it would seem you are the one always having to fix me..'' you often a light joke, your smile disappearing before you could even fully raise in as he slowly drew his hand off the table and he straightened to his full height. Even with the relationship you both secretly had, the prince never failed to remind you just how different your positions were, making your eyes drop respectfully.

''answer pet..'' he whispered.

''.. I don't wish to fix you Loki.. and I don't think you are broken..'' you answer with your voice just as quiet as his. Your eyes slowly raise to meet his own, seeing how he gazed upon you in question as you boldly spoke his name. ''..i can.. sense that you have been secretly struggling with something for a long time..'' you spoke, your head tilting up ever so slightly to gaze up at him and felt yourself take a breath. ''something to long..''

Loki's eyes roamed over you, his body stiffening as if you were on to him yet his expression never gave you an answer about what he was really thinking. He never did. His words were always answer but you've often had to find the right questions. That is, when he wasn't using seduction to have you forget what you wished to ask in the first place.

Your eyes glanced down where your cut had previously been, a reminder of a small pruning incident with the roses just before he made his presence known in the garden not long ago. He was always there wasn't he.. whenever you got hurt. Whenever you were bleeding..

Your eyes slowly moved up to his, the warm yellow glow of the healers table illuminating his eyes. Those eyes.. they always seemed different until you would begin questioning their color, just as they were now. Back to blue. But not before..

Your steps moved you before you could even register what was happening, slowly moving yourself around the table as you hold his gaze in your own now with a small kindling of confidence that rose in your chest. Your hand slid and followed along the table's edge as you brought yourself around and stopped before him, his head dipping down ever so slightly to look at you with careful breaths rising his chest.

''...you're starving aren't you..''

There was a chill in the air so it seemed, your one, simple statement being enough to draw silence between the two of you which seemed to feel like forever as he wordlessly parted his lips in question.

''i.. pet- i.. what are you-'' for once in your entire life, the prince struggled for words before you.

You both knew.

''it's okay Loki.. you're not broken.. you don't need to be fixed.. you're just hungry..'' your words were a whisper, where you almost couldn't even hear yourself if you hadn't seen the prince's reactions.

Ever so slightly he would take slow steps back as you slowly stalked forward, your eyes never leaving each other's even once as his back reached the wall with still that slight stocked expression that one would miss if they weren't gazing upon him intently.

''I've know for a long time my prince.. and it's okay.. this secret will be unspoken and safe with me..'' you said carefully, seeing how his eyes even questioned your loyalty but you kept your expression serious. He was the god of lies after all, and knew he saw truth in your words. Your shoes stopped just before his, tilting your head up and to the side as you looked at him.

''I love you Loki. It's okay..'' you breathed, love in your eyes as your hand slowly rose up and brushed your hair to one side, exposing your neck to him.

Right in that moment, time seemed to stop. His breath held, his eyes widen and his body stiffened. Those eyes were no longer blue anymore.. but took on the same color as the very blood that had left your hand not to long ago. His hands shook, restraint and control fighting him as he seemed to be losing and coming undone, something Loki has always been skilled at maintaining. Yet not tonight. Not right now.

And he snapped.

His slender fingers wrap around your wrist, using one swift motion to turn you both where your back now is pressed against the wall with the god before you looming dangerously close.

''you're a clever girl, that you are..'' he whispered, his voice almost reminding you of a snake and could feel the tip of his nose rub against your neck as his hand grips your jaw to keep your head tilted to the side. His thumb runs against your bottom lip while you hear him inhale your scent and could see a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. ''I am unsure of how you figured it out love,.. perhaps I was careless around you.. as one does when they are in love.'' His eyes flick to yours. ''their walls come down.''

A knee moved itself between your legs, applying just enough pressure as he rubbed against your sensitive area; your hand gripping his wrist as you tried not to whimper while the other rested against his chest. You always felt small like this- granted your heights were drastically different anyway, but he used this to his advantage.. and absolutely relished in it.

''I know I can trust you love, and that you are telling the truth.. but you should not have offered me this..'' he sighed, your eyes trained on him but didn't move, your pleasure from his grinding knee distracting you as you tried focusing on his words.

''I care for you Loki, I wanted too..''

You bite your lip as you held back a moan, feeling the flat of his tongue slowly drag across the crook of your neck, making your shiver and your fingers tighten.

''and that is why I love you Y/N.. you know of the danger, of the risks and yet you still place myself before your own desires and needs. Truly a treasure to be kept sacred.. which is why I will do my upmost best, darling, to not inflict pain upon you. at least.. not in this way..'' he promised, his red eyes meeting your own to ensure of you the truth behind his words before he inhaled, his eyes closing and his brows furrowed in concentration.

You knew what he was, you knew what to expect, yet your body still reacted once his eyes reopened and his lips parted slightly. His eyes didn't dare meet yours, almost as if he didn't wish to see your possible reaction of fear as your eyes left his lust filled ones to rest upon his slightly long fangs that promised would pierce without much force. Your body tensed and your eyes widened as he kept his eyes trained on your neck and you felt his groin grow hard as he moved his knee away to move even closer to you, grinding himself against you as his hand left your wrist to lace his fingers with yours and kept you pinned all the same.

There was slight fear, more anxiousness of the unknown but you made no move to stop him, to fight him, and as if sensing your worry almost seemed to drive him more as he gave your neck a kiss before you squeezed your eyes shut.

Your whole body seemed to jump as pain shot through your body, almost feeling like you had gotten stabbed by a dagger or shocked with electricity.. perhaps both as you felt his teeth pierce your skin deep before pulling away slightly. Your fingers gripped his shoulder, holding on as if he were to save you although he was your attacker. Just your reaction alone, and perhaps by now to new smell of blood was enough to cause Loki to moan against your skin, pressing himself against you as if he had no intention on letting you go.

The next thing you felt was his lips against your wound, the pain still stinging as you tried to move your head but his hand still on your jaw prevented you from doing so, wanting to remain in his access to your neck while he began to suck at you.

It was like a sort of tingling, it felt like you were being given a hickey but with a stronger suction. Much stronger. It was a strange feeling, feeling your blood leave your body and one could almost miss it if they weren't paying close attention. You felt Loki's body relax a little, knowing his hunger was being satisfied as he drank from you. it was almost explicit, exotic in the strange world of sexual pleasure where your fear seemed to be subsiding and your eyes closed, resting your head back as your lips parted. Your attention switched once he began grinding himself against you again, causing you to shiver as your pleasure began to build.

''Loki...'' you breathed in pleasure and reopened your eyes with a small smile, yet that smile only lasted for so long before you began seeing your vison grow fuzzy.

Blood loss will do that.

Your body began to tense, panic seemed to set in as he seemed to have no intention of stopped and you knew the risk if you lost to much blood- or all. He always paid attention to all your reactions and responses- it was quite frankly his favorite part yet he didn't seem to be letting up as you began squirming, feeling panic from how your vison danced and your strength growing weak- to pleasure as he seemed to keep grinding himself against you.

''L-Loki-'' you whimper, your fingers tightening on his shoulders and your other hand trying to pull out of his. ''P-Please..''

A yelp left your lips as you felt him puncture you once more just below your shoulder, his hand leaving your jaw to pin you by your free shoulder and felt him hum against you as he began drinking again. You felt warm liquid rolling down against your skin by your neck as your body tensed and your lips parted. Words never came as he was quick to swipe the straying blood with his tongue before continuing to drink and you felt his body shiver in pleasure.

Your eyes slowly closed as your body began growing rapidly weak and cold and your grip loosened. Knowing he was happy and alive, sating his torturous hunger was enough to at least give a small smile on your lips before everything went black.

~

Cold, slender fingers slowly stroked your cheek as you reopened your eyes again. Your memory was fuzzy but you knew you had passed out for quite awhile. Your vision met a warm, yellow light, indicating you were laying upon the healers table and you found your body feeling normal.

Moving your head to the side to see who was caressing your cheek, your eyes met the prince's blue ones and a small smile of relief was on his lips as he kneeled down on his knee to be more at your level.

''darling.. I'm glad you are well..'' he said, guilt behind his voice as his eyes moved over your body as if the healing missed anything before moving back to your own, seeing how you seemed relaxed and honestly.. smiling.

''I am well Loki, and am glad you could say the same.. you're looking much better'' you admit quietly, your hand raising up to hold his hand and he opted for it as he stopped stroking your cheek.

''I shall be forever grateful my lady..'' he gently teased as gazed off slightly, his smile fading a bit. ''..it's to dangerous to do it again.. you passed out for some time''

''that's what the table is for Loki- I'll be fine-''

''not with me darling.. I found myself unable to pull away, to have self-control.. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to- I didn't care.. you are lucky you woke up..'' he said sadly, his eyes searching yours as you slowly brought yourself to sit up.

Despite your usual shy state and the constant reminder of your position, this was between lovers. So you brought your hand up too his cheek without hesitation in a gentle stroke, just as he had to yours to wake you up; feeling him lean into your hand as he closed his eyes with shame.

''love is about sacrifice.. if you fought yourself at the door of death Loki, I'd gladly throw myself in replace if it meant saving you. I'll do it again if I find yourself looking the way you had.'' You promised, seeing how he opened your eyes as if he had to search for any sort of lie, shocked as you never hesitated to show how much you felt about him as he brought his hand up to rest against yours.

''I swear by it Y/N.. for you, I will not rest until I have brought myself into a state of self-control.. I will not lose you for the sake of sating myself of the temptation of blood..''

Your eyes gazed upon his, how your smile inspired his own as you brought your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His arms didn't hesitate to wrap around you as well as you both held each other and the great weight of his secret could be felt lifting from his shoulders as he buried his face into your neck with his body fully relaxing. You stroked his hair, just how he liked as you rested your chin against his shoulder and the strong feeling of boldness filled your chest. At the same time, your cheeks reddened at the very thought and darkened once the words left your lips.

''..are you hungry for something else?'' you asked, maybe a bit to seductively as he slowly pulled away from you, his eyes flicking down at your lower self with a smirk spreading over his lips as he gazed back into your eyes.

''..quite starving my darling.''

[liesandmischeif]

A union of haunted secrets

Loki x f!reader

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Wordcount: 4.1K (this is way longer than the others I've posted)

Notes: I guess this is hurt/comfort? No idea what possesed me to write this, I’ve probably been reading Lolita for too long. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Warnings: Friggin loads. Sexual assult, implied neglect, readers dad is a dickhead, arranged marriage, mentions forced marriage, mentions of Odin and Frigga getting shitfaced on the wedding night (that ones only for comedic effect tbh, also very brief). Also, readers mum is dead. This is not sunshine and rainbows.

Loki was waiting for his bride to join him at the altar. As per Asgardian tradition, the two had never met before, although his mother had assured him that his bride was a good match: intelligent, charismatic, and apparently very beautiful.

The only girl to get through the rigorous selection process for the spouses of royals. Since Thor had fallen for that midgardian girl (what was her name? Jean?) since then, the advisors in Asgard had taken much more interest in him finding a bride and securing some line of succession, lest the worst happen. Loki just hoped his new bride would be up to the challenge. Being a royal was difficult enough working with other realms, running a kingdom, politics and diplomacy, saving face- especially with the public scrutiny 24/7. It was all a difficult juggling act, and even he found it hard to manage at times. Since Thor left and Odin was in Odinsleep, he hadn’t had an ounce of time to himself. Was now really the right time to be getting married?

The officiants voice boomed out over the hall. “All rise for the future princess of Asgard.”

Too late to turn back now Loki thought, turning away from the aisle. He wore his ceremonial robes, green cape and golden armour, with his signature horned helmet. All his black unruly locks had been swept under the helmet, so there was nothing obscuring his emerald eyes.

He could hear your footsteps as you walked down the aisle. Once the officiant nodded, he turned to face you. You looked… petrified. Your dress had long sleeves and was a simple, white, floor length gown that covered you entirely. A little plain for a royal wedding, although there was no doubt you looked beautiful. It would’ve been the picture of eloquence were you not taking such shaky steps, scared of tripping on the trail and going flying at any moment. You wore a beautiful silver necklace and matching earrings. Your hair was cut short, a boy’s haircut, which struck Loki as odd. Not that he minded, it was just notable because it was rare for noble women to have such short hair.

You joined him at the altar, and the officiant began his speech. Loki could see you weren’t listening- you hadn’t even met his eyes. Too caught up in nerves he supposed.

Once the officiant finished his speech, he told the two of you to join hands. While Loki's were firm and cool and steady, he could feel how clammy and warm yours were, and he could feel you trembling. He didn’t have time to ask you if you were alright, every eye in the room was on the two of you, and it was time for the vows. As per tradition, it was the groom that went first.

“Y/N. I am honoured to be stood here with you today. I promise you, you will have my protection, my loyalty and fidelity, my support and care, and one day, my love and my children. I can’t promise to be the perfect husband, but I swear I will always stand by you. This I vow before the Norns, and may they bless this union.”

You finally looked up at him. He took in your beautiful E/C eyes, filled with doubt and fear. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, a glimmer of hope. You took a deep breath and began your vows.

“Loki. I am honoured you have chosen me to become your bride today.” Your voice was trembling. “I promise you my fidelity, my love and care, my obedience and devotion. I promise I will be a good wife to you, and one day a good mother to our children. This I vow before the Norns and may they bless this union.”

“I now pronounce you married!” declared the officiant, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Loki turns to you and sees a flash of panic run through your eyes. He leans towards you, speaking in your ear so only you can hear. “It’s ok. Once we’ve done this, they’ll leave us alone. I’ll kiss you quickly and then we can leave- alright?”

“Ok.” you mumble. He looks down at you, and puts his hand on your cheek, coaxing you to look at him, where he gives you a gentle smile. He knows he really ought to try and calm you more, but any longer and the public watching will gossip, which you’d probably be worse off for in the long run. He leans in and pushes his lips to yours. You both kiss it just feels… clinical. Detached. Hollow.

The observers erupt into cheers of joy. The two of you break apart, and Loki takes your arm and walks you down the aisle. It’s then that he realises why your entrance earlier was so odd. “Where are your bridesmaids? And did no-one give you away?” he asks you.

He feels you stiffen beside him, suddenly tensing such that you trip. He had your arm and caught you, but you could hear the chuckles of the crowd, and quickly bow your head so they wouldn’t see you red-faced with embarrassment. “They couldn’t make it.” you say curtly. He can sense your lying, but knows now isn’t the time to probe. The two of you exit the hall with crowds cheering you out

Once you and Loki had finished wandering around waving at crowds gathered outside the palace, he led you to the royal dining room. For arranged marriages, especially royal marriages, the new bride and groom spent their wedding night getting to know each other, alone, while the guests feasted in their honour. For you and Loki, there was an expectation that you spend the night making small talk over dinner, then go to bed and consummate, so that tomorrow you would wake up “properly” married.

Once the servants had finished setting down the dishes, you both took your seats. Loki noticed you still looked uneasy, so he asked you what you wanted to eat. The dishes in front of you both were all traditional Asgardian foods, full of the finest the realms had to offer.

“I’m not hungry, thank you your majesty.” you reply quietly.

You see his brow furrow. “Darling, you must be starving. You haven’t eaten a thing since the ceremony.”

“I’m truly not hungry, your majesty. I ate before the ceremony.”

“Loki,” he corrects, because even though he can sense you’re lying, he knows not to push it. After a little chit-chat, you seem a bit more relaxed. He tries to get you to cheer up by telling you funny stories about him and Thor, which you laugh along to. Eventually, when he feels you have relaxed a little, he decides to try and find out why you were alone earlier.

“I didn’t see your family at the ceremony,” he mentions casually. “Were they at the back?”

You look away from him. “No. They weren’t attending.”

Loki looks confused. “Why not?”

You sighed. “My mother passed away last year, and brother is on Valenheim becoming a general.”

“And your father?”

“He said if my wedding day wasn’t as he envisioned it, he didn’t want to be there to see it.”

Now Loki really did look confused, “What?”

“He-” you stuttered “he had already picked me a husband. But I didn’t want to marry him. That’s why I tried so hard to marry you.”

A hush descended over the room. Loki looked into his plate and didn’t say anything, suddenly not feeling hungry at all. He knew of his reputation among the realm. He was the runt that Odin never wanted, that much was always clear. People were pissed when Thor delegated the throne to him after a trip to Midgard had left him with hearts in his eyes. He would be back in a century, once that girl dies, and then we won’t have to put up with the lesser brother. That was what they had all though when he had taken the throne. And yet, they didn’t know the half of it. Didn’t know what a monster he really was. So for this girl to choose a man like him- one of the most publicly disliked of the realm- she really must have been desperate. Eventually, he has to ask, because it’s going to plague him if he doesn't he says to her

“Was that really the lesser of the two evils? To tie yourself to me for all of eternity?”

He sees you fiddling with the lining of your dress. When you eventually speak, he can barely hear you, because you are talking so quietly, because really you don’t want him to hear. But he might as well know. So, you find your voice and give him the explanation he has been after since he walked you back down the aisle.

“My father had a different partner in mind for me. It was a business deal. I was set to marry the owner of the rival company. It would mean he could use tax loopholes to “gift” the money as dowry, and he and his competitor would make millions more than they do now. They had all the contracts drawn up for when I married him. I kept delaying the wedding for one reason or another.” You were still looking away, but he could tell you were fighting back tears. Your voice was beginning to tremble. “He- my husband to be- was over thirty years older than me. He was a horrible man. He was going to give my dad shares in the c-company in order to get hold of me. I was well aware of all his other m-mistresses. T-they got in contact. Told me h-how he had b-bla-blackmailed them, and how I should run away as soon as po-hic-possible. So, when I heard that the palace was l-looking for a bride for the hic king, I jumped at it.” You can’t speak properly, so you just stop and try to get your breath back. Loki stands up and comes to stand behind you, one hand rubbing your back and soothing you, and the other pouring you a glass of water. You gulp it down, spilling a little on your shirt. It's only once you’ve calmed down that you speak again. “I know that’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth. I meant my vows, and I intend to keep them, but I don’t expect my family to support with anything, and if you were expecting to ever meet them or the like, I can promise you now, that's a slim-to-none chance. I’m sorry, I know you were probably expecting a dowry, or at least some kind or payoff for keeping me around, but there's no chance he’ll ever give you anything. I'm so sor-”

“Don’t concern yourself with any of that.” he interrupted. He went back to sit in front of you. “The giving away and dowry are all just symbolic- they hold no bearing on the wedding itself, they’re just tradition.”

The two of you fade into awkward silence. Loki still has one thing he needs to know though, and so when he feels the atmosphere has settled a little, he asks “Is that why you were so worried earlier?”

“Yes.” LIE.

He doesn’t push it though. He knows it would only make dinner more unpleasant than it already is. Instead, he lets you steer the conversation away, but he knows there’s a little voice in the back of his mind that still wonders why your scared. There’s something else, and by the norns he’s going to find out what.

The two of you finish eating- Loki persuaded you to eat a little bread and cheese- and make your way towards his chambers. Over dinner, you seem to lighten up a little once Loki stops asking quite so personal questions. The two of you discuss nobility, politics, Asgard, other realms, travel, food, anything. You even give him (edited) little anecdotes of your own.

As you get closer to his chambers, Loki notices you get quieter, more reserved, more like when he first met you. And… lightbulb moment. It finally clicked what was scaring you. Now, all he had to do was figure out how he could get you to open up about it.

“Darling, have you met my mother yet?” he asked.

“Erm… well no, I suppose I haven’t.” you said, slightly puzzled at this new change in conversation.

Loki was slowly forming a plan, albeit not a brilliant one, but it was the best he could think of right now. “I normally have tea with her at this time of night. Would you care to meet her?”

You were… well surprised didn’t seem to cover it. “Er- I –alright.”

He took your hand “Follow me.”

He led you down golden corridors until you were stood outside the Allmother’s chambers. The two guards outside stood aside when they saw you coming, and Loki marched up to the door and knocked with his right hand, keeping yours in his left. “Enter,” called out a voice from the inside.

Loki opened the doors and the two of you walked in. The Allmother stood in a white cotton shift, her golden hair tied back in a neat plait. She looked over and smiled at the two of you. You dropped Loki's hand and quickly curtseyed. The two of them laughed at your formality, and the allmother came up to you and pressed on your shoulder telling you to stand. “You’re my daughter now Y/N. You don’t need to bother with such formalities.” she told you, chuckling away as she pulled you into an embrace. Loki just looked on, gently smiling at the two of you, and his eyes lit up a little when he saw you hugging his mum back just as warmly.

“Thank you allmother,” you say.

“Oh, please, call me Frigga,” she says, turning to her son. “Loki” she says, smiling just as warmly at him.

“Mother” he says, embracing her tightly.

“Who would’ve thought it? My baby boy getting married.” He just looks down at her, rolling his eyes as she continues “I wasn’t expecting company this evening. I'll go and send for tea. I’ll be on the balcony in a sec.”

“Alright,” Loki responds, then turns to you. “Darling, you must see the view. It’s gorgeous.”

Loki left you on the balcony a few minutes later going to look for his mother. He went straight upstairs to her study and shut the door behind him, turning to see her sat behind the desk wearing a curious expression.

She cuts straight to the chase, never one to be indirect. “Why are you here and not breaking your marital bed?”

“Christ mother, you have no filter.” He sinks down into the chair opposite. “It’s about Y/N”

“Obviously.”

“I need you to talk to her,” he says.

Now she begins to look concerned. “Loki, you’re her husband now. I know emotional vulnerability isn’t exactly your forte, but you-”

“No, I don’t mean that,” he interrupts “I think she needs a woman to talk to. A married woman. One who knows the… intricacies of marriage.”

“You think she’s a virgin?” Frigga asks flatly.

“You don’t put it delicately, do you? Yes, I think she’s a virgin. She was nervous at the altar, to the point of shaking like a leaf, then got nervous again after dinner. Could you just offer some words of wisdom? Reassure her a little?”

Frigga sighs. “I want nothing to do with your sex life ever again, understand?”

Loki smiles at her. “Thank you. I’m in no rush to do “it”, I just don’t want her to be uncomfortable sharing a bed. I didn’t want to scare her if we were alone in my rooms tonight. The poor girl seems terrified enough as it is”

“Alright,” says Frigga, slowly walking out of the office. “Let me talk to her.”

“Evening Y/N.”

You nearly jump a mile at the sound of your mother in law’s voice. She joins you on the balcony, having found a dressing gown to wear over her nightgown. “Loki will be back in just a minute, he’s just gone to fetch the tea. All the servants are downstairs, catering at the feast.”

“Ah, that makes sense,” you say lamely.

“I’m surprised to see you tonight.” she continues. “My wedding night was full of more romantic adventures, not having tea with my in-laws.”

“Oh?” you reply, far more casually than you feel.

“I don’t remember much, I think I'd had a fair bit of wine, but I remember Odin was drunk enough to lose his balance and fall out of bed halfway through the act.” You (rather ungracefully) try and supress the snort of laughter, managing to mask it with a cough. She laughs along too. “I couldn’t even help him back up; he was too busy giggling.”

She smiles at you warmly. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Any of your “romantic adventures” gone wrong?”

“You could say that.”

Frigga looks on expectantly. “Well?”

You look away awkwardly. “I’m not sure you could describe them as “romantic””.

“Then how would you describe them?” she probes.

You can’t meet her eye, but between the two of you there's a tension you could cut with a knife. Frigga knows this is what you were avoiding talking about with Loki, but doesn’t say anything waiting for your answer. You mutter something under your breath she can’t quite catch, so she asks you to speak up.

“Barbaric. That's how I'd describe it.” you say quietly.

Frigga is stunned. “So you’re not a virgin?”

“I wish.”

“Was it-” Frigga looks for the right word “forceful?”

You don’t reply. The air feels too thin to breath, let alone speak. You can feel your breath coming in short bursts. You feel sick and lightheaded, and even though you’re sitting down, you wonder if this is where you faint. What will she do? Will she tell Loki? Will she throw you out?

She does none of the above. She comes over to you, crouches down and takes your hands in hers, squeezing your palms so that you look and meet her eyes. The breaths slow and steady, encouraging you to do the same. Her hands rub soothing magic into your palms, meant to help slow your heartrate. Eventually, you calm down enough to understand what she’s saying.

“Y/N. Y/N, listen to me. Can you hear what I'm saying?” she waits for you to nod. “Good. Y/N, you have every right to be scared, and it makes perfect sense. But sweetheart, I think you need to tell Loki. I know it’s hard, and you are so brave to tell me, even when it’s clearly still hurting you. He’ll see that too. My son isn’t perfect by a long shot, but he cares for you even if you two don’t know each other yet. And I can assure you, he would never do something like that. If you could tell him, I know he would only want you to feel safe. And you are always safe with him, and with me too. This is a really daunting thing to speak about, and if you don’t want to say anything more than you did just now, that’s ok. But if there’s anyone you should talk to, it should really be the man you are married to. He’s worried sweetie, he just wants you to be ok.”

You nod, leaning into her arms, which she wraps around you, rubbing even more soothing spells into your back. “But I don’t want him to worry.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I don't know.” you croak out. “I don’t know what I want. My dad didn’t even want me. Once my brother was born, he was the heir to everything. He was the one to continue the bloodline. I was the disappointment. I was given to the nanny to be taken care of- out of sight, out of mind sort of thing. When I got older, he hired me a tutor instead. And this tutor, he was the only one who would give me any attention. He’d be affectionate, giving me hugs and kisses and he paid me attention. I didn’t realise what he was doing- I thought it was just a hug. I used… I used to look forward to it, because even when it was painful and I cried, I knew he’d always cuddle me afterwards. He was the only person that hugged me for years. My dad- three years too late- sacked the tutor and found me a new one. To make sure I didn’t “seduce” this one, he told me to cut off all my hair.” you run your hand over your head, remembering how long it used to be. “I used to hate my hair short, but I’ve grown to like it. And it worked at least, because none of them ever touched me. And now, I’m just scared, I guess. I’m supposed to have sex with my new husband when I've never… y’know… on my own terms. So I either swallow my fears and get on with it, or don’t consummate, risk the marriage being voided, and have to marry a man who I was trying to avoid in the first place.”

“Those aren’t your only options.” Frigga says.

“Then what do I do?”

“Talk to Loki,” she says. “He will understand. Marriage is a partnership; you both need to work together.”

“What if he divorces me?”

“Oh, darling, my son is no stranger to misfortune and misery. He will only want to help you. And let’s say he did divorce you; it serves no good to him! He will go back to being bombarded with marriage proposals left right and centre. No my love, Loki will not divorce you. I've never known my son to break a vow, and I don’t expect him to start now.” Plus, he’ll have me to answer to if he does, she thinks to herself. “Just tell him.”

“Tell me what?” Loki says, rounding the corner with a tray with the tea on it. You feel your heart drop.

“Something you and your wife should discuss in private,” Frigga says. “Now, you two can go and enjoy your tea but you’ll have to excuse me, I need to sleep.”

The walk to Loki’s chambers seems to take forever, even though you know it only takes a few minutes. Loki magics the doors open for the two of you and you both walk in.

His room looks different to how you imagined it. You thought it would be some kind of cold minimalistic space, but instead the room feels warm, full of beautiful old antique furniture and soft light from both the chandelier and the fireplace. Your heart drops when you see that the servants have covered the bed in rose petals and left you some champagne in an ice bucket next to the bed, accompanied by the champagne flutes.

Loki must’ve noticed your panic because he suggests you take the tea in his study. You nod and follow him through a door and into a room that’s covered in books. He puts the tray down and pours you a cup of tea, handing it to you on a saucer. He notices your shaking so badly he can hear the china rattling, and the teacup looks as though it’s about to fall, so he takes it from you and sets it on the desk, taking your hands in his instead. You don’t look at him. You don’t want him to look at you, because he’ll have that same hidden disgust everyone else at the time had when they all realised.

You never once meet his eyes when you tell him. You just keep talking until there’s nothing left to say, then sit there and wait for the axe to fall. It's all you can do now.

Loki gets up. He's going to leave. It's probably for the best. You’ll have divorce papers served for breakfast tomorrow, and then you won’t have to see each other ever again.

Except he doesn’t do that. He wraps his arm around you tightly. What the fuck? Why isn’t he running for the hills?

And something unexpected happens. You start crying.

Sobbing actually.

It's the second time today you’re crying in someone's arms when, a little over twelve hours ago, you hadn’t been comforted for years and years. Hell, you hadn’t cried for years.

And he doesn’t seem to want anything. He just holds you, which is good because you can’t do much right now except be held. You eventually stop crying, and the two of you migrate to the sofa. He’s sat up and you're lying longways with your head resting his lap, letting him slowly massage your scalp. The both of you stare at the wall, processing all the raw emotions that was the last few minutes.

Loki breaks the silence with the words you quite honestly were not expecting to hear in a million years. “I’m a frost giant.”

“What?”

“I'm a frost giant,” he repeats. “I thought if you had the decency to tell me your dark secrets straight up, I might as well tell you mine.”

You lie there in thinking. “Why aren’t you blue? Or cold?”

The moment the words leave your mouth, you can feel him change. He feels colder, even through his clothes, and his leg that you're leaning on seems to grow slightly. “How about now?” he asks.

You turn to look up at him. He has indeed turned blue, with a beautiful pair of ruby eyes. You can see his face is adorned with patterns and markings, which you go to trace with your hand but stop yourself. “How cold are you? Will it burn if I touch you?”

He doesn’t answer. He just looks down and takes your hand in his. He feels cold, but no colder than a crisp spring day. It's not the biting, freezing cold you were expecting with a frost giant. You just trace the patterns on his palm with your fingers until you muster up the courage to ask the last thing on your mind.

“Are you going to divorce me?”

He chuckles. “I actually prefer you being so candid with me. Why would I divorce you? You are brave enough to tell me your secrets after only knowing me a day. You're honest. And when I reveal secrets in turn that would make most people run for miles, you stay and accept it. You have a lot at stake, and your still here. Darling, my mother appears to have been right- you are a good match for me. Why would I turn you away now, when you have done no wrong?”

“Because you’ve known me ten minutes and I've already cried on you.”

“I don’t expect you not to cry, I expect that you let me be a shoulder to cry on.” he tilts your chin up s you’re looking right at him. He changes back to his asgardian form. “If tears mean you can be honest with me, especially about such horrors that you’ve been through, then cry your heart out and I'll still be here.”

You don’t want to speak for fear of bursting out sobbing again, so just nod. The two of you stay there until you both fall asleep. But when you wake, you notice Loki has wrapped a blanket over you, and is still holding your hand, the two wedding rings shining in the morning sun. And, for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel scared anymore.

[musclesandhammering]

Unpopular Phase 4 & 5 Opinions

Quantumania is the worst Phase 4/5 movie. And it wasn’t even because “kang got beat by ants.” (I liked kang in this movie). It’s just that the Spy Kids aesthetic & bad acting & overall weird vibes just weren’t for me.

Love and Thunder is no worse than Ragnarok. I would argue that it’s better in a lot of ways, actually. I really liked it.

Taika Waititi ruined thor with bad humour all the way back in Ragnarok tbh, but y’all weren’t complaining about it then 😒.

BuckySarah is better than sambucky every day of the week.

The Marvels was a good ass movie & they’re one of my favorite teams in the mcu. I’ll never forgive cbm sites & online dudebros for killing the hype from the moment the film was announced.

I adore America Chavez & Kamala Kahn and I want to see them in everything. They must be protected at all costs.

Multiverse of Madness had shitty characterisation & basically just copy-pasted the ‘grief made me go off the deep end & hurt people, then I realised and stopped myself’ storyline from Wandavision… but Wanda was extremely selfish & apathetic to other people’s suffering from the time she was introduced in the mcu. MoM didn’t make her like that.

Wanda should’ve been looking for Vision (her actual real life boyfriend whom she spent years with irl) in MoM instead of the kids that weren’t even real that she spent like a week using as characters in her sitcom.

Making everyone forget Peter Parker wasn’t profound or poetic in any way- it was just frustrating and needlessly cruel.

I’m begging marvel to understand that heroes don’t have to be in constant suffering to be heroic & villains don’t have to sacrifice themselves to achieve redemption. Let characters heal and atone, you absolute weirdos.

What If…? is the most boring show ever. I’d rather watch Secret Invasion or She-Hulk.

Season 2 of Loki is, in a cinematic & artistic sense, the best marvel project period.

Loki season 1 was meh- more of a fun au than anything because his characterisation kinda sucked. Season 2 fixed it, though, and made it way easier for me to incorporate this version of Loki back into the larger mcu.

Having Steve stay in the past with Peggy was stupid af.

I don’t hate Peggy (or Captain Carter), though. I actually think she’s pretty cool.

I don’t really love Steve. He’s arrogant & they never really let him have flaws & something about him being a perfect metaphor for the American military industrial complex (and marvel painting that as a good thing) doesn’t sit right with me.

The Illuminati got done dirty and the only reason they went down so fast was because Wanda had all that plot armor.

I thought the retcon of having Wanda be “destined” to become the Scarlet Witch since birth was an annoying cop-out. Her powers originating from being experimented on with an infinity stone was way more interesting.

Loki & Wanda have almost the exact same powers.

Nebula deserved a bigger rule in killing Thanos & everything else moving forward.

I love Kathryn Newton but her acting as Cassie Lang was the worst acting I’ve ever seen in the mcu, like it was outrageously bad.

I’m glad Sam is the new Captain America and not Bucky.

The fact that Bucky probably isn’t gonna be one of Thee lead characters in the upcoming avengers movies feels sick and twisted.

Secret Invasion was actually passable until the G’iah scene at the end. That ruined it. And Nick Fury deserved way better for his solo series.

Kang is so much more interesting than Doctor Doom. I really hope they just recast him.

Carol Danvers does NOT deserve the hate she gets.

I actually disliked Carol until The Marvels. That movie made me a stan.

The way people treat Monica as Wanda’s little inferior pet creation or smth & then brag about it is uhh very sus.

I don’t like sylvie (bc she’s an amalgamation of 3 different comic characters- which killed any hopes of them appearing individually in the mcu, the creators used her existence to butcher Loki’s genderfluid rep, & she was written poorly) & I HATE sylki (bc it’s weird & unnecessary).

Marvel isn’t dead. I actually love where they’re taking things. But that’s just me.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

I really dislike Disney's new trend of "the girl saves the villain" that's been done with both kylo and loki

I don't even think that's the case with loki but the more i read about how the fandom interprets sylki the more i get this vibe, and while i don't exactly like rey and kylo/ben as a couple i can see how rey may have impacted his choice for redemption, she showed him compassion and had faith in him that he decided to twist to his own good

But in case of sylvie and loki i can't really see how sylvie treats loki any different than the people in his life that made him like that in the first place

I've also seen metas discussing that loki was so attracted to sylvie because she is a braver version of him one that he lacks the strength to be like her and while I don't want to bash sylvie but she is not brave she is vengeful try hard as i can i still can't see a single thing about her that makes her more powerful than other lokis, her backstory is almost the same as every varient in the tva only she is the one that managed to escape in the dumbest way possible? I still don't understand why she wasn't eliminated by the TVA for so long

Ones she escaped she must have had some time to try to figure out how this technology works cause as shown by the show she only spent a couple of hours in the TVA before her escape, and even if she did figure it out and the tva had been hunting her for so long why couldn't they just prune the timeline she hides in and get rid out her?

Thinking about this show hurts my brain tbh, and seeing the two couple compared to each other just made sth break loose in me

The biggest difference for me is Rey is good... but Sylvie is not. I know a lot of people tend to see someone with a "troubled past" and they're super quick to defend and justify the character no matter what they do (WF handles the story beautifully but the amount of fans I've seen justifying Namor really makes my skin crawl), but that's just not the way to go.

In Sylvie's case it's the same as Namor's, what part of her story means she's good? She's seen torching people alive, enchanting both agents and innocents at will, she's completely selfish and everything she does is for her own petty revenge. The only character in the series who never hurts an innocent is Loki. He's the only one.

So to claim that the girl saves the boy it's laughable. That implies the boy is bad but the girl is good, except we know she's not and the same attributes that are condemned in him are praised in her on the basis that it is her doing them.

But to claim that Sylvie is a braver version of him... oh my. How funny. So Classic Loki escaping means he's a coward but when it's her escaping that means she's brave? So brave that her method of violence is enchantment? Don't they see the irony in that? 😂😂

If her actions had been done by Loki they would be against them, they just don't want to admit that because the framing supports that.

PS. I agree with you about Reylo by the way. I'm not a fan, especially when Finn was right there! I loved those 3 characters but the story was so bland... oh well. We'll always have the throne room fight + Finn and Poe flying the tie fighter

[soft-girl-musings]

20 Fanfic Questions

ty for the tag @virtie333, sorry for the delay!

How many works do you have on AO3?

7, so far!

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

17,707 (that number makes me unreasonably happy)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently: Moon Knight (2022) previously: The Arcana (dating sim, pre-Dorian butchering), The Hobbit franchise (I'd like to continue this one tbh!!) potentially: the Lokiverse (mans has been in too much), Spiderverse

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

An Unexpected Proposition (Kili x Fem!Reader - 43 kudos) Strawberry Cordial (Muriel x Apprentice OC - 37 kudos) Last Night (Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader - 26 kudos) Perks of Being a Wallflower (Jake Lockley x Plus Sized Fem!Reader - 17 kudos) Unfamiliar Territory (Muriel x Apprentice OC - 15 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

ABSOLUTELY, it makes me happy to do so. I love telling writers how I feel about their works (all good things i promise). and i love when folks take the leap and share their feedback.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh golly, technically Frankincense & Myrrh (The Arcana, Muriel x Apprentice OC). bc it's 1) unfinished and 2) will deal with a lot of the post-resurrection trauma Tamar (my Apprentice) will go through. it'll still be fluffy and more comfort than hurt if i ever get back into it, but man i really miss seeing her go through it.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i'd have to say Perks of Being a Wallflower! no angst, just insecurity leading up to the ending lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'm not popular enough to attract the haters

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

i don't <3

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i feel like the closest thing to a crossover i'd attempt is something in the mcu, since every major event affects everything else in some way

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

great heavens i hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nah

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

not in the strictest sense of the word. but in the future, i plan on crediting the folks i share hcs and thots with, they've had a huge hand in shaping the world of my stories.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

the only thing that comes to mind is Matt Murdock x Claire Temple but i 1) have not finished Daredevil and 2) fully respect her for distancing herself from that disaster boy

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Frankincense & Myrrh - the Arcana fandom was spiraling when i entered in 2020, and while i love all the research and outlining i did for that story, it would take a lot for me to dive back into the game/lore to flesh out that story. Tamar Ufam you will always be famous to me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'd have to say dialogue and my attempts to make the stakes believable

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

(actually writing lol) in all seriousness, taking the time to string together the little story pearls i come up with. i burn myself out sometimes and end up not writing anything.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i enjoy seeing it! what i don't like is people going "lol no hate on my google translate spanish/whatever language" (mostly when the language is poorly applied) bc we not only have the technology/better websites to use, but real people online willing to assist with translating/contextualizing. if you're going to do it, give it its due diligence. fingers crossed i can follow my own directive on that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Cats the Musical. I don't want to talk about it.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

published: tie between Last Night and Perks of Being A Wallflower. the first 2 fics i've published for my new fave Jake, and i see a lot of myself in Reader. these two will always be near and dear to my heart. unpublished: Relic to Relic (Loki x Fem!OC), outlining that story got me through my junior year of high school. while i'd need to rework some aspects of my OC's arc/abilities, i wouldn't mind writing for these two again.

tagging @cchickki @hon3yboy @mrs-lockley if you'd like to brag on yourselves!!

[waywardmillennial]

update on me

what I've been up to the past few months -- that'll end up being mostly a fandom update bc that is my life (no joke) and also some insights into what I'll be blogging about more now

✰ dan and phil games returned!

anyone who follows me on discord knows I love dnp and I was shocked when they made their dramatic comeback last October. that funeral video was so extra, in the most dnp way! I'm so happy that they're already making the channel whatever they want it to be, and can both be out and make so many gay jokes now

✰ ofmd s2

it was beautiful. it was sad. it was joyous. those first few eps were so much darker than we were used to, but I trusted Jenks and he did a great job (esp when you think of max cutting so much of their budget -- bugs bunny meme to those twats). but I was given so many Izzy feelings that I never asked for T_T doing what I can to help get s3 renewed and I have some hope

✰ loki s2

this one was also beautiful, and heartbreaking, but in a good hurt kind of way. this season was made with so much love and honestly one of the best things marvel has ever made. s2 also gave us O.B. (Ke Huy Quan I love you!) and it was even gayer than s1 which I didn't know was possible. I want more (kinda?) but also don't want them to mess up what was practically a perfect ending -- and the most canon lokius we could have hoped for. if they decide to let the old men kiss, then they can greenlight s3

✰ doctor who

the end of the year really kept given me more fandom content than I could keep up with -- but having Tennant and Tate back together again was such a joy! and following the trend of everything else I've been excited about recently, DW came back loudly declaring "gay rights!" I'm unsure if disney being so involved is a good thing (I'm inclined to say it's not) but I already love Ncuti and I can't wait for more of Fifteen & Ruby. and I'm still crying about Wilf tbh

✰ the marvels

solid movie. so much fun. Kamala and family stole the show! and god bless they made Carol gayer

✰ holiday times

I put more effort into celebrating halloween and christmas and enjoyed both of them more than I have in the past few years, so that was really nice.

✰ creative writing

I have only started to get back into doing anything creative but I have a few ideas. I'd like to finally post a stony fic this year. and maybe lokius. and probably skippypants (I have a few others that are very rare pair, so who knows)

EDIT: I can't believe I forgot a big one!

✰ gf live

what an amazing show! the boys are so good with a live audience and it was a treat to watch the show with a whole theatre full of people. it's the best way to watch it imo and I would do it again. and at my show Mari came up to wait in a line near me so I talked to her for a bit. I didn't ask for a photo or anything, just had a normal conversation. but I definitely melted into a puddle right after and she is even more beautiful in person!

[benevolentgodloki]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

○  NAME:  Pirate

○  PRONOUNS: She/her.

○   PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: tumblr IMs for introductions to discuss threads or chat to established role-play partners, Discord for a select few I gel with or especially if you're part of a server I'm in/a group thread is being written (I get overwhelmed with notifications so I can't have too many people in separate places). Asks for everything else!

○    NAME OF MUSE(S): Loki

○    EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): Idk like 22 years or something? I've been on tumblr for 10 years.

○    PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: MSN, Skype, Discord, RolePages, Vulpine Imperium, Fantasmic, tumblr

○   BEST EXPERIENCE: Meeting my best friends through fanfic and role-play

○    RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: Vague posts/call-outs/drama, persistent negativity, repeatedly dropping threads or refreshing entire blogs and moving before we can develop a relationship, splicing dialogue/writing it retrospectively in posts, openly complaining about something without being considerate to who might be reading it, jealousy, being fandom police, Pirate whining hypocritically about all this

○    FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: A decent mix of all tbh. Over exposure to fluff or smut can get dull for Loki. Too much angst hurts him. I like hurt/comfort. Also, my 'smut' is not the same kind of smut that word tends to make you think of. I'm not really one for mechanically jamming two muses together anyway. My 'smut' can be quite plot heavy so it's more erotica-ish? If you don't like smut usually but you're curious, you can try it out with me (if Loki's interested) and see if you like how it goes. I've converted more than one person who didn't like usual smut to start with :P Absolutely no judgement on people who just like to get right on in there, it's more jarring for me without build-up and exposition. Sometimes I'm even happier to fade to black if we've done a lot of the same old thing.

○    PLOTS OR MEMES: Light plot or memes. I don't like heavy plotting unless we've been discussing something specific and got excited. I like to pants my way through threads usually until we spark something up. I don't reblog memes often but established partners can check my /memes tag and send things in and if I want to turn it into a thread I will!

○    LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Short to medium. I'm very succinct with what I write and I don't always do a lot of introspection because Loki's a trickster so getting in his head sometimes reveals too much to a partner. I've also read too much Pratchett so I get to the point quite fast, except when Loki's waffling the hell on. Sometimes I do get 'hooked on a feeling' or there's a lot to say and the replies get longer. With partners I'm not always a fan of long posts unless there's a good reason for it e.g. Smaugie does lots of awesome exposition and world-building and character stuff. Some peeps however are fleshing things out a lot or they end up godmodding so it's very difficult for me to explain what my character was doing or to further the plot without my brain crying.

○    BEST TIME TO WRITE: Late morning to early eve

○    ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I find lying incredibly uncomfortable unless I'm acting, so no XD I am also not a magical frost giant god with a religious following. I am however bisexual, pagan, and wish I could physically flip my biological sex and appearance at a whim. I don't like to take hard opinions on anything so I'm very middle-ground trickstery, but I'm also obsessed with order and schedules due to my (likely) autism. I'm also far more clever than I am wise, though I think I'm gradually exchanging Intelligence points for Wisdom as I get older. God I hope so.

TAGGED BY: @paragonrising :D

TAGGING: Anyone who hasn't done this before or wants to do it again!

[asterdeer]

my hypothetical ao3 collection of midnights-based songfic, no other unifying factor - 40% serious, 50% if-i-was-good-enough-maybe, 10% shitpost.

“lavender haze” this one is a jonmichael fic purely off the “talk your talk and go viral / I just want the love spiral / get it off your chest / get it off my desk” bridge. that’s a mostly canon compliant jonmichael bridge if i ever heard it. they are holding hands at jon’s desk

“maroon” I'm going to ask you to hang with me for a second: richard maxwell/greg kelly. look it's canon that they knew each other (i can't remember if they knew they both worked for blackgaard? don't make me reread any of the blackgaard chronicles again ffs.) and if there's anything i love doing in fic it's turning a single line or two of throwaway canon into melodramatic soap opera nonsense. they lived together in chicago and did sketchy jobs together and fell in love and it was messy when richard left. and then waylaid in the windy city happened. yeah the blood is definitely just talking about a blush

“anti-hero” THEE richard maxwell character study of all time. i can hear i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser in his voice fr.

“snow on the beach” this is a steveloki song and specifically in my ideal stoki fic where it's loki who saves steve instead of the other way around. this pairing IS peak ‘weird but fuckin beautiful’

“you’re on your own, kid” i want to make this about morgana so bad. idk how but this should be a morgana fic.

“midnight rain” tbh i hate this song, no fic

“question…?” ditto

“vigilante shit” this is sheer richard maxwell revenge bait. idk how the fic would actually go but suddenly i’m picturing nb!richard and connie screwing blackgaard over and driving away in his car and making out at a fancy beach house, and it’s making me really happy

“bejeweled” this one gave me the most trouble but listen: IRONIC VILLAIN SONG FOR MORGANA. morgana wins au, she glows up and reclaims the throne and she does, in fact, polish up real nice!! she has been too good of a girl!!! it is time to teach some lessons!!!!!!

“labyrinth” look this song bores me to death, go queen give me nothing, but like. obviously it’s a steveloki song, the bit about the plane? the bit about everyone expecting him to bounce back? this one isn’t clever but it would make a cute enough long fic concept. probably in my loki-saves-steve idea as well, definitely the ‘oh’(tm) chapter for steve’s pov.

“karma” sorry that i think this would make for the funniest steve-centric anti-tony fic in the whole entire world. sorry that i'm objectively right. sorry that i will never write it but like, imagine. IMAGINE

“sweet nothing” this would be the epilogue fic to my jonmichael misophonia fic series. after a certain point, jon being the archivist means everyone wants something from him, usually something destructive or hurtful or just plain something he doesn't want to do, but now jon and michael are free somehow and jon gets to be loved by someone who wants nothing from him except himself.

“mastermind” this is richason to a TEE. a cute little “i am secretly Courting You, haha you’ll never find out until it’s TOO LATE” fic, richard thinks he’s so smart. jason does too but def not about this.

“the great war” i read the lyrics for this one time and decided it would make the most steveloki fic of all time and i was and still am correct

“bigger than the whole sky” this is the fic where jason and richard have a whirlwind romance during DBD but richard dies when he gets caught (either murdered or dies when he jumps out of the car). this song also bores me to tears but the sentiment of jason not getting to know richard the way they should have been, after richard has finally been able to clear his name and have a more peaceful life sans regis, is a pretty compelling one to me.

“paris” nah this is my least favorite song on the album

“high infidelity” i love this song but i can’t imagine a character/pairing/situation that i’d want to write about with actual infidelity?

“glitch” EUGENE/RICHARD FANS COME GET YALL JUICE. i know i know, it's tacky and gimmicky, but, come on, it's adorable! geek love! this is a "falling in love while deep-diving into the imagination station's code" fic. literally the cutest. i haven't quite figured out how i would actually write eugene/richard but y'all have convinced me that it would be adorbs.

“would’ve, should’ve, could’ve” the spiritual sequel to the "you're on your own, kid" morgana fic. i mean the line about spitting out poison??? there's a lot here that could make a good uther angst fic but tbh i want to zero in on a morgana vs merlin dynamic where morgana knows about his magic and that he still chose to turn his back on her. not in an anti-merlin way but still in that "how dare you betray me like that" vein. god "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first" in a morgana context absolutely KILLS me.

“dear reader” oh man you could write the most crushing jon jarchivist study off this song. and by you I mean someone else who isn’t me. but i can pretend i have the competency to make this work

[tithnamath]

Fictional Characters Being my Cinnamon Rolls

Hello dwarflings (and wandering travellers)! Today I thought I would yap about characters from books, TV shows and movies that I just want to put in my pocket and take home with me haha. I think I will start off with the very general and common cinnamon rolls that a lot of people have then it will get more niche, and *perhaps* more 'hear me out'.

General (in no order):

Harry Potter - Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood - She is just so eccentric and cute lets face it. If I remember correctly (which probably isn't correct) Luna was picked on and excluded for being weird, so I have a sort of maternal instinct to protect her.

Neville Longbottom - I think this is similar to Luna where I feel protective. It's probably because I was bullied at school and relate to Neville and Luna to an extent, so I feel protective as I don't want them to get hurt like I did.

Marvel - Loki, Bucky/Winter Soldier, Peter Parker

Loki - He is Loki. Period. Although he could be seen as more of baby girl haha. But tbh Tom Hiddleston is THE celebrity crush for me so it is really biased to put Loki here.

Bucky/Winter Soldier - he's such a cutie patootie. And, hear me out now, I prefer Bucky when he is Winter Soldier than 1940's Bucky. I think it's the longer hair haha.

Peter Parker - can anyone have a Marvel cinnamon roll list WITHOUT Peter Parker?! No, you can't. Honestly, my favourite Peter is Toby Maguire as his was the first Spiderman I saw, but Tom Holland I think has the most cinnamon in the roll. Andrew Garfield is also adorable don't get me wrong! #AndrewGarfieldAppreciation

TH/LOTR - Ori, Balin, Kili (?), Sam, Pippin, Faramir

Ori - He's so timid and smol and such a wallflower with a questionable bowl cut that somehow makes him cuter. I legit get cuteness aggression when I see him haha.

Balin - I have a softspot for old people; that includes Balin. He's just lil gramps ya know. Always got the coolest stories to tell.

Kili (?) - I put a ? next to his name as I do see him as a cinnamon roll, but also a baby girl.

Sam - It's Samwise Gamgee. What else do you want me to say.

Pippin - chaotic lil dude who I have cuteness aggression 2.0 with.

Faramir - give this boy a chance to show is quality and a loving father! Let's just collectively give him a massive group hug haha.

The Witcher - Surprisingly none that I'm aware of???

Specific (in no order):

Bloodsworn Saga - Lif, Varg

Lif - I feel really bad for him cause not only he watched his father die in an unfair match, he also watched his brother get gutted while being chained on a wall (spoiler sorry). He's really wholesome and tries his best to better himself.

Breca - another cinnamon roll who I feel bad for. Getting kidnapped from his parents, and his mother is searching for him. I just want to protect this baby so much (he is 10. But anyone younger than me, even by a day, in my eyes is a baby).

The Dwarves Saga - Balendallin (I think I spelt that right)

Balendallin - I see him as Balin with one arm haha. Just another cute gramps for me to collect like a trinket.

Wow this was long (hehe). Thank you for getting through the whole post, I appreciate it.

Love you all,

Tith Namath X

[justasmidgx]

Pretty disappointed by the ask you sent to Scout yesterday tbh. Not that it matters, I know. I just would've expected better from you, knowing how much against ARAs you are. I would've expected you might actually ask a rabbit breeder first or maybe read one of the numerous posts from people with experience about the issue, rather than just fly off at your first emotional response or go with whatever Scout is saying/believing. I hope you take the time to read up on it and at least be more educated on this issue. Idk. Maybe it's just more disappointing to me because you used to be one of the biggest defenders of myself and many other rabbit breeders. This isn't meant to be hostile or anything btw I just needed to say it.

Honestly? Seeing responses from rabbit breeders has changed my mind a bit.

I will say I'm not FULLY comfortable with the idea but I def regret how I worded that ask to Scout and how I definitely was looking at it from the view of other livestock animal, especially when Scout mentioned the chicken industry (which poultry industry in general has so many problems and to eeven think of comparing that large widescale problem with fucking RABBIT BREEDING in the US was idiotic since...rabbit breeding isn't widescale. There's no ~big rabbit~ shit in the US.)

I especially started to see differently when I saw breeders talk about feeding babies out, or even donating them to like...bird and wildlife sanctuaries and shit and I realized I came at it from an uneducated point of view, and I'll fully admit part of it was wanting to defend Scout because I'm so used to seeing Scout get idiotic shit from all sides, and they had that recent "you've bought 65 cows but haven't mentioned all of them" shit that I just wanted to jump in and agree with in the end, neither Scout nor I have experience with rabbits.

Like, you're ABSOLUTELY right that I cam at it emotionally and not with any educational thought behind it. I can't unsend the asks but I can apologize for not even thinking that there was clearly more to it then "omg killing babies for no reason and throwing them in the trash' when that's...so fucking obviously ARA shit.

And this doesn't come off as hostile, btw, I fully understand where you're coming from and I've been reading stuff from rabbit people since then (got this ask a day late cause I'm getting back to full time work and I'm not online every day, and I only use this account from my laptop, my mobile tumblr is set up with my main Loki account).

Again, I deeply apologize and I want to say that I do have some discomfort with it, and that's because I only have some information/education on it from what I've read over the past few days. And that my discomfort is now more along the lines of....ugh how to explain it? Like not "this is bad" discomfort but "this is new to me and I don't fully understand it yet" discomfort. Like how I used to hate dog breeding, then learned more but was still "eh but we don't really need it" to now wanting purebred dogs. (obvs verey different topics but I'm tired from work and it's the first example I thought of.)

I'm very sorry for letting emotion get the better of me, rather than doing what I used to and actually reasearching animal welfare topics that I don't know about or understand. I didn't form an educated opinion and that's on me. I'm so sorry if I hurt you or anyone else.

Sorry for the rambling response, I just...had already started feeling my opinion change and this ask gave me the opportunity to get all of that out. I think this discourse has started as very ARA orientated to be like "well yeah we don't kill baby cows so we're good but THEY'RE KILLING BABY BUNNIES FOR NO REASON" and to not even stop and go "hmmm this seems like BS" was so fucking dumb of me.

But yeah, you have every right to feel hurt and upset. Once again, I'm truly sorry.

[lokisprettygirl]

Use all the French you want, I was surely not expecting any of my loki readers to read this but so many have and it just warms my heart 😭

I'm a sucker for broken men with hard exterior where they almost seem impenetrable at first but then the layers starts to come off slowly and you're right there's definitely lack of such imagines where the MC is a certified asshole but he's like that for a reason, I love writing such men, it's just the kind of man I see myself falling for (not damaged ones necessarily, like that's not my requirement 😄 but more like having a soft feminine inherent quality to them in the way that's endearing to me, that makes them even sexier in my eyes)

I have been through the feminist discussion when I was writing HMBOMT and i honestly don't care tbh, if someone I care about is obviously troubled and needs help, I'm not someone to boss bitch my way around and leave them especially if that person needs me.. I'd do just about my best to be there for him even if his actions burns me at times. People hurt each other sometimes, it doesn't necessarily mean there's no love between them, it gets toxic when none of the party is willing to improve their behaviour and that's not what I write about.

Ohhh dear for me Daemon was the main character in HOTD (he's not though ).. from episode two onwards I started to watch'the show from his perspective. He's a very complex character in terms of writing, i think you'd enjoy it, some people see him as pure villain..you'll see why if you watch the show, he has done some heinous things but I see him as someone morally grey in nature who is neither here nor there but obviously have a sense of remorse in him and a side to him that makes him interesting.

Maybe more than writing it's the actor itself who managed to give him such depth, he's so expressive, it's not hard to get fond of him. I have watched matt in a few films but never really got the chance to see his potential as an actor because he was playing a minor role.

Woooh I'm drunk right now 😄 but all I want to say is that thank you lovely for reading this without any bias and I'm glad you're enjoying, I'll definitely tag you. Love you 😘

Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 7 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Summary: A certain Ghost of the past catches up with Daemon but it might turn into a blessing for him.

Warning: 18+, Smut, sex, filthy smut, degradation, dom sub relationship in bed, reader gets tied, Discussion of mensuration and Pregnancy, arguments and angst, flashbacks of abusive relationship, sexual abuse, Samantha, traumatic distressing content, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, he’s not the best boyfriend, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, some violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying

"Hello, my sweet boy"

Samantha smiled as she looked him up and down as if he was a prey, you turned to look at him and he already seemed shaken just by her presence, he didn't answer her so she continued to stare at him. She then got up to step closer to him but you got in the way and glared at her.

"Move out of my way " she said to you so you crossed your arms and moved one step closer to her.

"Get out of my restaurant right now" your voice was low and menacing, filled with contempt for the vile woman in front of you. She was taken aback by your boldness for a moment before she spoke again.

"And who do you think you are?" She cackled like a witch and it took everything for you to not jab the very fork she was eating from right into her stomach,

"Someone you're going to wish you had never met" you stood your ground, there's no way you'd allow her to get close to Daemon at any cost. The disdainful smirk faded from her face and she got visibly upset all of a sudden,

"Look you bitch–"

"Claire call 911, a customer is causing a nuisance again" you raised your voice to cut her mid sentence and she seemed livid now. She raised her hand so you grabbed her arm and twisted it, a yelp of pain escaped her throat and you let her struggle against you for a moment before you allowed her arm to be free again.

"Go on..get the heck out of here now" you puckered your lips to make a mocking kiss sound as if you were talking to an animal which to be fair, that's exactly what she was. The gesture infuriated her further and she stomped on her leg before she tried to walk past you.

You followed her movements and kept yourself between her and Daemon so at no point she'd come in contact with him. Once she was out of the restaurant you kept your eyes on her through the window and you watched her cross the road and disappear out of the sight.

"What was that about?" Claire asked you, she seemed a bit uncomfortable as well.

"Just don't let her enter again, she's absolutely crazy" Claire nodded as you said that.

You didn't want to make a further scene so you walked towards Daemon to make him sit down on one of the secluded booths and poured a glass of water for him. He immediately put his hands on the table and hid his face in between his palms to calm down his nerves but it was in vain.

You didn't know what to say so you squeezed his shoulder in a comforting manner before you caressed his back gently,

"I'll get my stuff and we can leave then okay?" You told him softly and he didn't say anything but as you turned around to go back to the staff area he grabbed your hand in a desperate attempt to seek comfort. Truth to be told he was scared of all those thoughts that were running through his head.

"Don't leave me alone" he placed his head down on your torso as his arms wrapped around your waist, you immediately leaned down to kiss the top of his head, offering him the much needed comfort he needed.

From the distance Samantha was watching the scene and she realized that the information she had received wasn't wrong, he was really moving on and allowing some other woman to love him again, it wasn't just physical anymore, he was getting attached to her and she couldn't tolerate that. He can't forget her.

After a minute or so you pulled him away slightly so he looked up at you,

"I'll just get my bag okay, you want me to fix you a sandwich before we go home?" You asked him so he sighed and nodded so you pecked his lips and went back to the kitchen area.

The way you had stood up for him had warmed his heart, if Samantha was there she'd have called him a weak, fragile man for taking comfort in the arms of a woman who was supposedly physically weaker than him but he didn't want to hear her voice in his head any longer.

Well that was a wishful thinking that he had. He never thought he'd ever see her again, Viserys had promised him that she was taken care of and that she'd never bother him again then why was she there now?

As the other chef arrived you both left for Daemon's apartment. You wanted him to be at a place where he felt the most comfortable, you didn't allow him to drive either because he seemed lost in his head.

You didn't understand why she was there after all these years? What did she want? Was it because Daemon was moving on? But how did she know that? Was she always keeping an eye on him? Several questions were weighing heavily on your mind.

You both were on the couch after eating and showering, you didn't have spare clothes so you had put on one of his shirts.

He was just quietly smoking, not saying anything, you didn't want to disturb him either but you felt really worried about him.

After minutes of quiet you got off the couch and sat down on your knees in front of him so he had his eyes on you, you took the cigarette away from him and gave it a drag before you passed it back to him,

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked and he ran his fingers through his hair before he sighed deeply.

"Nothing to talk about" he mumbled under his breath so you scooted closer to him and caressed his thighs with your hands in a comforting manner.

"What do you want to do then, what can I do?" You questioned him, you really wanted to ease his fears, he put out the cigarette in the ashtray and tapped on his thigh in a way to gesture you to sit on his lap so that's exactly what you did..

His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer and grabbed your chin to make you look at him,

"I care about you, you know that right? Do you feel it?" He asked you and you brought your hands up to caress his cheeks but he pulled his head away from you "Hands to yourself angel" he mumbled sternly and you figured he was in a mood of sorts where he wanted to dominate you, he had a public moment of weakness in the restaurant and perhaps her presence had triggered something in him.

"I feel it..i really do" you whispered, keeping your voice low and timid on purpose, he grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you before he clutched your hair in his fist to pull your head back.

His other hand trailed up your thigh and he smacked your ass harshly which in turn made you gasp and moan at the same time.

"I want to fuck you senselessly, and I want you take it like the sweet little whore that you are, I don't want to hear you until I permit you to speak, can you do that for me?" He spoke with authority, his voice was deep and raspy.

"Yess I'll do anything for you"

"Good girl, remember the safe word?"

"Yes sir" he smiled as you addressed him like that.

"You trust me? You want this?"

"Mmmm i trust you and I want you pleasee" he kissed you once more and tapped on your cheek lightly as he spoke again.

"Wait for me on the bed, I'll be there in a minute.. take your clothes off"

You nodded and got off his lap to make way to his bedroom, maybe he needed to release some frustration, you weren't going to question his methods. You knew he wouldn't hurt you or well hurt you without your permission.

He smoked one more cigarette before he finally stepped in the room and reached for a tie in his closet before he walked towards you, your eyes were on him, anticipating his each and every move, he leaned over you and caressed your neck with end of the fabric before he trailed it down from your sternum, you sucked a breath as it kept going lower and lower. As it reached between your legs, you could feel your clit twitching because of how aroused you felt.

His eyes locked on yours as he got on top of you, his stare was intense and so were his expressions.

"Bring your hands together" he said firmly so you raised them up and he immediately tied your wrists together, you gasped as he tightened the knot.

"On your front" you turned around with your hands still tied together. He slapped your cheek one by one making your eyes roll back in your head. Spreading your legs apart he pressed his middle finger inside you and all the way to his knuckles, he tucked your hair to the side before he placed his other arm right next to your head and leaned into you, pulling his finger out he shoved it in again but this time you felt three of his digits in there.

"God .. Daemon" you whimpered as you felt your walls stretching out.

"Shhhh kitten, no speaking..just take it quietly, you're my whore are you not?" He whispered in your ear and you bit on your lips at the whispery sultry sound of his voice,

"Mmm yess sir I am your whore, all yours" his fingers scissored and curled inside you, he quickly found your sweet spot and rubbed it over and over again until you were shivering with the building pleasure, he pleased you in a way you have never been pleased before, you were about to cum when he pulled out of you and turned your head to the side to watch your brows furrowing as the feeling of pleasure subsided slowly.

Your cunt felt sensitive, you just needed one touch, one stroke, one stimulation and you'd be pushed over the edge but he didn't want you to cum just yet. This wasn't about you. He had made it pretty clear. That didn't stop you from whining though-

"Mmmm baby please..touch me"

"I told you not to speak, didn't i?" You whimpered as he gripped your hair and pulled your neck up, his lips latched onto your soft skin and he sucked harshly,

"Mmmm sorry I'm sorry"

"Fucking listen to me kitten, I won't hesitate to leave you all night here, dripping and helpless with your hands tied up" he mumbled in your ear so you nodded instead of speaking this time.

You have never been treated this way before, not even by him, he had been rough with his words and actions alike but this was something next level. He had never denied your orgasm like this before.

He sat up on his knees and rubbed his fingers over your seeping cunt to collect your wetness and then you heard the sound of him stroking his cock, you desperately wanted to turn your head and watch him pleasure himself but resisted the urge to not anger him.

"She never allowed me to treat her like this, not once, but youuu…you're such a good girl for me, willing to be whatever i want you to be" his voice had a tinge of hoarseness to it, his breaths were becoming heavy. He then let out a deep grunt as he pushed his cock inside you slowly, his arms rested on either side of your body.

"Allowing me to use your body for my pleasure, you'd do anything for me won't you?" He asked you condescendingly, even though you couldn't really see him you just knew there was a devilish smirk on his face.

"Mmm yesss sir.. anything" he flipped you on your back and his pretty face came into your view.

He placed his hand on your cheek and used his thumb to open your mouth, you immediately sucked on his thumb and the sight aroused him even further if that was possible.

"And that makes you a dirty little whore.. made just to please men like me in bed" his degrading words made you want to hump against him but again you resisted the urge.

He quickened his pace and leaned over you as he fucked you, no words came out of your mouth except for those whiny whimpers, this was no love making, far from it, but you were not complaining.

Your clit was already sensitive so when he held those nubs between his fingers and pinched it gently you lost all control, your walls clenched around him, halting his movement at once, milking all his cum out, it seemed as if he was surprised too as how quickly he had cum just because you came around him. He threw his head back and rode his high with you, both of you needed time to recover from that mind numbing orgasm.

After sex he was always predictable, he'd clean himself up, kiss you sweetly as if to show his appreciation and then he'd grab his cigarette but he seemed a bit different today.

He was lost in his head again.

He picked you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing and took you to the bathroom where you both showered again and then you were back in his shirt.

"Do you feel okay?" You asked him as you watched him put a trouser on. He checked his phone and sighed deeply.

"Yeah..i have to go, this bloke missed his training this morning and wants to do it now" he mumbled innan agitated tone so you hummed.

"Can I come?" You asked him nervously. He averted his gaze at the question.

"I'll drop you home..it won't be wise to take you there.. I'll get distracted" your heart sank as he said that. Was he thinking about her? Did seeing her bring back those memories of the time he used to be with her? When he used to be hers?

You didn't say anything but got dressed instead and he drove you to your apartment.

When you finally arrived he was staring ahead of him so you placed your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

"I'm worried about you" you whispered softly and he gulped, he didn't want to hurt you, that was the last thing he wanted to do right now but he really needed to be alone before he snaps at you again for no reason, however he knew his distant behavior was equally hurtful.

"I'm alright, I'm not a child y/n, just go home and rest, think about yourself for once" he spoke firmly and your eyes teared up, maybe he needed space but you couldn't help but feel hurt by his sudden distant behavior.

He leaned into you and at first you thought he was going to hug you but he merely opened the door so you could get out. You didn't say anything after that and stepped out, he immediately drove off once you did.

On the way to the centre he called Viserys, he really needed a few answers.

"Why is she here? You said she was taken care of.. and that ..that I'd never have to see her again soo whyy the fuck is she here" he raised his voice, he was frustrated and rightfully so. But as usual he was taking his anger out on people who meant no harm to him.

"Calm down Daemon, where are you?" Viserys asked him calmly, he didn't want his brother to be so angry especially while he was driving.

"Have to train Chris, meet me there" Daemon hung up after that.

Hello sweet boy

Her voice was still ringing in his head, the sweet voice that he had fallen for, the voice that held the power to reduce him to mere dirt under her boots.

Viserys told him that he had no clue of her whereabouts so it wasn't something he knew of, he was shocked himself that she had come back.

"Brother listen to me, it's been years..don't let her get to you again…she's not worth it"

He tried to convince Daemon to not worry about it and let it go, as it would only bring him pain. However a part of him did fear that she had returned to harm him again.

"You have got a nice thing going on for you, focus on that" Daemon sighed as Viserys reminded him about you, he had done it again, he had shown you how big of an arse he can be at times.

Late at night when he went back home he sat down on his bed to call you but before he could hit your number he heard the buzzer ringing so he made way to the living room and walked towards the intercom. His jaw clenched as he realized who it was. How did she find out where he lived? He gulped as he pressed the button on the intercom to speak to her,

"Samantha, go away or I'm calling the cops" he saw her snickering as he said that.

"I'm just here to talk baby, it's been years and i know you have missed me as much as I have missed you, I still miss you my sweet boy, in every way" his eyes teared up as she whispered softly but he knew better now, he knew better than to get involved in her mess again.

He turned the intercom off and stepped away from his door to go back to his room.

She kept pressing the buzzer but he ignored it. He won't be her plaything anymore, he won't let her mess with his head again.

To avoid hearing the buzzer he placed his headphones on and closed his eyes, and that's when he saw your face, your sweet Beautiful face, sometimes he wished he had never met Samantha, that maybe he had met someone like you instead, or maybe just you, why fate didn't bring you to him sooner? He would have had it all if only he had met you sooner.

He wanted to give you the world, he really did but his issues were skindeep, his heart was not in the right place in this relationship unlike yours, you were so pure, so supportive and you just wanted him to heal but it wasn't easy for him, he pushed you away and then pulled you in as he pleased and like the angel that you were you took him in your protection and gave him everything that he didn't deserve.

He wanted to acknowledge that he wasn't treating you fairly, he was afraid someday he'd turn into Samantha and hurt you the way she had hurt him, he was afraid he'd ruin you slowly the way she had ruined him.

Hurt people hurt people, he had read that somewhere and now he understood what it actually meant .

Daemon knew losing you now when he had gotten himself so accustomed to your warmth would only damage him more than he already was, he didn't want to lose you, he needed you, he really did and he knew he had to fix his behavior if he wanted to treat you better.

He grabbed his phone and finally dialed your number, it took a few rings before you picked it up,

"Hey" you mumbled and he took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry" his eyes were filled with tears as he spoke and as you heard his broken little voice your eyes welled up as well, you feared he was going to do something awful, you didn't know why you had a feeling that he'd leave you and this relationship, you feared that it was becoming too much for him and for once you wanted to be proven wrong.

"Daemon? Where are you baby?" You asked him softly.

"Bed" he mumbled as he sniffled and wiped his tears.

"Okayyy..you're safe?"

"Mmmhmm"

You breathed a sigh of relief as he said that.

"Alright. Listen to me Daemon, you have to talk to me, you can't push me away like that everytime you're in your head, that hurts me, alot. I'll give you your space whenever you need it but I don't want you to be completely alone when you're feeling that way, just let me be around at least" your voice was tender as you spoke. You weren't upset with him but you needed him to know that it really bothered you whenever he closed himself off like that.

"I know I do and I wanted to talk to you, I really did but then I just wanted to run again. I wasn't like this darling.. I used to be a different man and that was the man that a girl like you deserved, but I'm not that man anymore, she made a mockery of all the virtues that I held so dearly once, my dreams, my ability to show love.. she destroyed everything" there was a hint of anger in his voice but it wasn't directed at you, you knew he was trying at the best of his ability.

"I know it's not easy baby..it will take time, years perhaps, all I'm asking is for you to take my hand whenever you are feeling scared..that's it okay? That's all I want you to do, you're not alone and i won't let her hurt you anymore" you didn't want to be his weakness in this relationship nor you wanted him to feel weak, you just wanted to be his strength.

"Alright love..I'm sorry..will you see me tomorrow? I'll make it up to you i promise" you smiled as he said that.

"I will, just try and sleep now okay..I'll see you tomorrow"

It was late at night and it has been a long day so you just wanted him to rest, he was probably thinking about everything at once. You really wished you were there at the moment but if he needed his space you didn't want to get overbearing.

You laid down on your bed with your phone in your hand, scrolling through the pictures you have taken with him in the past few months, you noticed how his eyes always seemed so sad even when he was smiling and it broke your heart.

And now you feared that her arrival would ruin whatever progress he had made with you.

You were about to put your phone down and sleep but you heard the buzzer going off and leaped out of your bed, it was Daemon.

You weren't expecting to see him tonight but you couldn't have been happier that he came. As soon as he entered from the door he grabbed a hold of your cheeks between his hands, kissed your forehead and then he tilted his head to kiss you passionately, no words were said, he only pulled away for a second to breathe before he kissed you again and then again, it was thirsty and needy as if he was starving for it. When he finally pulled away there was a small smile on his face,

"I love you" he mumbled softly and your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and surprise. You were expecting the worst from tonight and It felt good to be proven wrong. His fingers brushed through your hair and then he kissed the tip of your nose. Did he really say that or your ears were ringing?

"I love you" he mumbled again making your heart blossom "Yeah i do" he didn't give you a chance to respond as he kissed you again. Soft feathery kisses, his lips barely brushed over yours, he had never kissed you this way before, so romantically and with such ardent need.

You grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and pressed your body against him as intimately as you could.

"I love you too, so muchhh" you whispered between the kisses and that made him smile. He didn't need the confession, he could tell how deeply you felt for him but his cold dead heart felt warm at those words. You took his jacket off, shirt followed and then you hooked your fingers around the loop of his belt to drag him to your room.

You didn't want to overstep so you laid on your side but you felt his hand on the back of your neck as he pulled you closer to him slowly, you took in the scent of his skin as you nuzzled your face between his neck, your arm draped around his waist, he caressed your head gently and closed his eyes to as he breathed in the sweet scent of your hair.

"Darling?" He called out for you so you hummed in response "You said you believed in me" you put your head up as he said that and kissed his forehead.

"I do ..i believe in you" his eyes teared up at the gesture and your words but then a small smile formed on his lips

"I want to give it a try, I want to fight again" your heart skipped a beat as he said that.

Maybe her arrival was the reason he had this epiphany, perhaps he needed to see her to realize that she no longer had a hold on him, maybe seeing her again was the push he needed to get the clarity that he was in control of his life, maybe that was the catalyst he needed to take that final step towards his healing journey.

You didn't know why she had returned after all these years, you still didn't know why he had given up on his dreams that night but as he slept holding you so close to him you felt a sense of strong protectiveness overcome you.

He wasn't weak, not at all, but he needed a gentle loving support in his life and you wanted to be that person to give him that, you wanted to be his person.

Whatever happens now you'd be there with him, for him, he wasn't alone anymore and you were determined that won't allow her to ruin his life any more.

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[pennylaneforthoughts]

After some thinking, a conversation with my sister-in-law with a psych degree, and a couple of sessions with my godsend of a therapist, I think I've finally put my finger on the thing about Mobius that Loki (and a lot of the fandom tbh) so quickly latched onto like a man dying of thirst at the first sign of water:

Unconditional positive regard.

This concept is at the core of client-centered psychology and basically is a stance that a therapist will take in relation to their client, where they simply accept and support their client as a person, regardless of what they do or say.

My therapist uses this framework with me, and when the Loki series came out, I immediately saw Mobius and was like "holy crap, this man has the exact same energy as Sami what???" And I couldn't for the life of me figure out why until I was talking about it with my sister-in-law and she mentioned unconditional positive regard. And then it clicked.

Mobius radiates unconditional positive regard from the minute he meets Loki in episode 1, and arguably even from the first time we even see him onscreen. He approaches everyone he interacts with using a basic framework of "I see you and care about you as a person, and nothing you do or say can change that," so we immediately get the impression that this man is soft, kind, and shaped like a friend. However, it's most obvious and pointed in his interactions with Loki.

While yes, Mobius' primary objective in episode 1 is to interrogate Loki, it's important to note that it's not an interrogation where Mobius is trying to find proof of guilt for a crime like we'd see in a typical detective procedural. Rather, Mobius is trying to see if this variant of Loki is self aware enough to be able to help him in his hunt for Sylvie. It's fundamentally a test to find out Loki's current place in his emotional and psychological development. It is not maliciously intended, and it is not designed to harm Loki. On the contrary, the intent is clearly to help Loki begin to come to terms with the reality of who he is and the choices he has made.

In fact, the whole time this is happening, Mobius very purposefully strives to foster an environment where Loki knows that A.) Mobius sees him. Truly sees and knows him. B.) Despite knowing what Loki is and what he's done, Mobius loves him and regards him positively, and C.) nothing Loki can do or say will change that positive regard.

Loki, however, is super not used to receiving unconditional positive regard. He has no idea how to respond to it. He feels like it's a trick, like there's another shoe just waiting to drop. I related to him hardcore in this scene because that's exactly how I felt when my therapist presented me with unconditional positive regard for the first time. It's confusing and strange and difficult to believe at first. Especially because it sets the stage for honest self reflection and personal growth that can be incredibly painful.

Loki is not a perfectly innocent person. He has done a lot of really bad things and hurt a lot of people in his life. He has a lot of very deep seated trauma that has informed these actions, but he still made those choices and he needs to take responsibility for them. This is not a fun process. Mobius knows this is actually a really awful, sucky process. But he also knows that change and growth requires two things: acknowledgement that a change needs to be made and the expectation that change can and will occur when properly cultivated. Mobius clearly laying out the reality of Loki's actions and who he is in the Sacred Timeline is the first part of that equation, and his unflappable, unconditional positive regard towards Loki as a person despite knowing that reality cultivates an environment for the second part to flourish.

"By definition, it is essential in any helping relationship to have an anticipation for change. In the counseling relationship, that anticipation presents as Hope—an optimism that something good and positive will develop to bring about constructive change in the client's personality. Thus, unconditional positive regard means that the therapist has and shows overall acceptance of the client by setting aside their own personal opinions and biases. The main factor in unconditional positive regard is the ability to isolate behaviors from the person who displays them." (source)

Mobius is not Loki's therapist, but he does take on a therapeutic role in Loki's life. He shows Loki that he is fully aware of all of Loki's faults and mistakes. He's seen them over and over again and knows them by heart because it's his job. And in the face of all of that he looks at Loki and says that he doesn't see him as a villain. That he likes him anyway and believes that Loki has the potential to help him and what he believes is the cause of good. (Yes the TVA is corrupt, but neither of them know that at this point, and the fact that both Mobius and Loki believe this to be the side of good to varying degrees is important here)

Mobius maintains this regard throughout the series and his subsequent interactions with Loki and when talking about Loki to Ravonna and others, and it's a big part of why Loki so quickly trusts and feels comfortable around Mobius. I know some people say it's unrealistic how fast it was, but it made a lot of sense just based on my experience. I mean, after one (1) session with my therapist, I was 100% ride or die for him, and it was kind of absurd. But the feeling of being seen like that is so potent when you're starved for it, that extreme reactions to it make a lot of sense. And if anyone's starved for unconditional positive regard, it's Loki.

Mobius is only human though, and he's not perfect at this. Over the course of the series, it's clear that Mobius has emotionally invested a lot in his Loki, and he struggles to maintain a professional distance, though he usually is able to keep his head enough to give Loki that positive regard he needs. The only time we see this regard slip is in episode 4 when Mobius is feeling betrayed and jealous. In these moments, Mobius is unable to step back from his feelings enough to get into a headspace where he can separate Loki's actions from who he is. He calls Loki an asshole and a bad friend, and it comes from a place of hurt and jealousy. It's also what drives Loki into a defensive mode we haven't seen since episode 1. He's no longer receiving that unconditional positive regard from Mobius and he feels betrayed. He worries that maybe it was all an act in the first place and Mobius never really cared for him at all. For the first time, Loki feels like Mobius doesn't see the best in him anymore and it hurts.

Mobius' unconditional positive regard was genuine, though, and this is reinforced in the subsequent scenes where we see him act on his instinctual desire to assume the best of Loki and investigate his claims. We see it again when he returns to Loki and he reaffirms both his desire to trust Loki and his belief that Loki can be "whoever, whatever he wants to be, even someone good." At this point, Loki is able to accept it and no longer pushes back against Mobius' belief in Loki's goodness and that he "has within himself vast resources for self-understanding, for altering his self-concept, attitudes, and self-directed behavior." He's grown and begun to see himself in a more realistic and positive light and it's a direct result of the time Mobius has spent cultivating that relationship based on unconditional positive regard.

That's why their relationship feels so comfortable and satisfying. Unconditional positive regard isn't only a therapy principle. It's something everyone craves in a relationship. To be seen as you are, flaws and mistakes and quirks and all is terrifying and mortifying, but when that person then just smiles and says I love you anyway because you are not your mistakes and you are not your flaws and nothing you can ever do or say can change how I feel about you, the relief and joy and comfort is more than worth the discomfort. So I think the idea that Mobius can look at someone as deeply flawed, broken, and jaded as Loki and love him exactly as he is right there and then, eyes wide open and smiling, believing that beneath it all Loki has the potential to be good, gives us hope that someone could do the same for us. I know that's what Lokius does for me, at least. Mobius represents to me the ideal of unconditional positive regard, and having an image of what that looks like in the character of Mobius gives us the opportunity to apply it to ourselves when we may not get it elsewhere in our lives. And I, for one, think that's very sexy of him.

[worstloki]

Do y’all Loki apologists hate Thor or something and if so like why? Odin gaslit him too... Odin gaslit and girlbossed all of the nine realms lmao

Odin may have erased Hela and glorified/painted their past as more justified and peaceful than it was on Asgard but we're not shown him doing this to the other realms. for all we know he simply abandoned places like midgard because muspelheim and jotunheim still know Odin and hold grudges.

How to explain that specifically taking and raising Loki, Jotun, in a place that is explicitly xenophobic towards Jotuns would specifically be a specific thing pertaining to Loki which is a huge central thing shown in Thor 1 without calling you an idiot. Because it's not Thor's reaction to the lies that is important in Thor 3 even at the "end" of his "arc" in that film where he "realizes" the "truth" of their "history". But in Thor 1 Loki's is. It's a huge deal because it is literally King Laufey of Jotunheim, Loki's apparent biological father, that is the co-antagonist of the film and it is finding out he was not just adopted and lied to but was taken a political pawn and lost this use after finding out this fact, that drives the plot forward.

Thor is not shown finding out this truth. The other realms are not shown finding out any supposed truth about any supposed made-up history (I really doubt Odin cared to spread propaganda past Vanaheim tbh, but whatever).

Thor is not given false hope or misconceptions in gaining Asgard's throne because it is to be given to him. Thor has the support of loyal friends who will commit treason and die to save him. Thor, though also abused, was on the other end of things, where we're shown he is adored and given attention and is confident in his reckless decisions. Thor at the start of Thor 1 is loud and arrogant and brash and admittedly immature but part of that involves speaking over his brother in a way that wouldn't be short of abusive itself if it was long-standing, while Loki isn't shown arguing back or defending himself but shutting down and literally sinking into shadows until the vault scene where he finds out the truth of where he came from.

And Loki, admittedly, has a better grasp of how Asgard works. He finds out he's Jotun, that confirms he was taken at the end of the war, just like the Casket was. He asks why he was taken and upon being told he was an innocent child immediately knows that is not it. Knee-deep in Jotun blood, 'peaceful relations' are hardly that even now. He finds out he was adopted, he asks what purpose it was for. And he's right in saying there is one. He's constantly right about worst-case scenarios. (Compare that to Thor who is being dragged the opposite direction into calling Odin a wise king and superspendicular father. Because they were both abused, but Loki is the one who now must see himself as the monster that parents tell their children about at night.

"It all makes sense now. Why you favored Thor all these years."

And sure, don't take his word on this, it's his POV of things, of course it's skewed. Except he has yet to be wrong. Except Thor is the one shown with a weapon from the vault. Except Thor is the one who was chosen to be King. Except we see how Loki is treated and we see how he reacts.

Regardless, Loki feels, knows, that he was not treated equally to Thor, and if he was given the same opportunities he does not feel he was favoured the same way.

"Because no matter how much you claim to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the Throne of Asgard!"

Whether or not objective (again, it's Loki's POV, it's how he sees things, and Loki is GOOD at seeing things) the line expresses his opinion on the entire matter. I don't call it apologism to say that he was hurt and reacted. Since that's. Literally what happened. It's not an excuse to say he was mistreated and went mentally off the rails in trying to prove himself worthy or whatever else bc he was abused, but it's a compelling reason that makes sense imo that he would attribute this to w h y he was never worthy and then went through so much villainous effort to prove he still could be useful.

Thor does not understand what Loki speaks of when they argue on 'imagined slights' because he somehow missed that Loki was being mistreated. Genuine mistake, perhaps, but it left Loki in a position where he was getting treated as dirt whereas Thor was put on a pedestal. Both not great situations, and you can't compare abuse, but Loki was additionally shown having to deal with fallout of leaving the situation while Thor 2 was the last time Thor seriously got to reconsider his relation with Odin as a being other than perfect. That conflict and Thor leaving adds a neat layer of depth to Thor's character in my opinion, not unlike what Loki gained at the end of Thor 1.

I can't speak for everyone, and certainly not for apologists since I don't consider myself one, but I don't hate Thor. Loki's suffering is just. not his fault. I don't blame either of them for what position the other was in. But Loki's problems are, on top of everything, things he was born with. Things he can't change and shouldn't have to but still sees as bad.

Also, Thor's redemption arc is great on it's own but not, in my opinion, as fleshed out as Loki's downfall in the same movie. it's not something specific to his identity that he's overcoming because those we're shown on Asgard are also arrogant! they're also into fighting and violence and acting superior! that's standardized Asgardian values for you babey! it's behavioural and stuff Thor can and does attempt to move on from! and then Loki comes along and he's trying to live up to these expectations that he wasn't ever going to be able to live up to because of who he was because whether or not Asgardian-ness is considered Valid In A Given Situation is dependent on Odin! The system of Righteous Judgement is flawed! It's why I blame Odin and Frigga for everything rather than either Thor or Loki, even though I see Thor and Loki as also having an abusive dynamic going for them!

To me Thor as 'the hero who gains humility' is in huge part unique because it occurs at the perfect time for Loki to be fallout damage. (And vice versa with Loki's arc!). Because Thor and Loki act as foils (is that the word?) in Thor 1 and take each other's positions by the end of the film, because Thor learns something was wrong about himself before, he knows something is wrong with his brother right now, even if the entire morality-of-killing discussion has no real part in their discussion.

Thor's own arc through Thor 1-3 means he's genuinely trying to be better, he's just. still working on it. And struggling to acknowledge the past is bad for reasons is difficult bc they were indoctrinated and unlearning stuff is hard. But it CAN be interpreted that way and I love to do so, because Thor being smart but not being self aware until he stops and contemplates things properly is >>> and v/ heroic imo.

Odin gaslights and girlbosses everyone but he does so to Loki far more specifically and about Loki's own identity. Thor gets gatekept about how he's not the firstborn child AND how his brother is adopted and Jotun, Loki gets being the third child PLUS that he's a different species specifically one Asgard doesn't like PLUS a son of Laufey who is literally an enemy king PLUS that he was originally taken as a political token PLUS that being raised as a prince of Asgard with a right to the throne was a lie PLUS even though they raised him they see what he really is as a negative thing and probably intended never to tell him because of it. Loki's downfall is basically showcased lmao.

They were both abused but not in the same way, they were both lied to but I don't consider it equivalent, they're different characters in and of themselves, psychology is up to interpretation, etc.

So whether or not someone dislikes Thor is literally people's choice but I don't particularly hate him, no, though I feel you were being rude in the way you've asked.

I do hate the MCU though so jot that down. So much wasted potential smh.

tldr: yeah odin girlbossed the nine realms. loki was in those nine realms. odin also personally girlbossed loki on top of that. sure thor would get caught in that too since he's closest to loki BU T that's not a central part of his narrative in any film now is it. no, it just serves a temporary 'oh no! ...anyways, moving on so we can fix this' role while Loki's lies stick around.

[thorxthunder]

Movie Night (+18) ;)

AHHAHHHHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAH FUCK MARVEL. TBH, I think Loki was a cash grab... but fuck that and let me fuck mobius (or you technically) anyway, there's no Loki spoilers in this so enjoy!

Mobius groaned as he walked into the sunset lit home. Work was always stressful, but never as stressful as today. Even though he worked in a time-nulled zone, the day never seemed like it was going to end. Mobius began to hang his coat and tie in the entryway. He noticed your jacket was already hanging in its usual spot, which plastered a grin on his face. No matter how many times he saw your hairbrush, dirty dishes or jacket, Mobius would feel like the luckiest man in all the universes. Seeing the little bits of you always let him know that you were still alive. 

Mobius stopped reminiscing and kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag before walking towards the kitchen, where he assumed you would be.

“Y/N?” he spoke, rounding the corner. 

He laid eyes on you. He watched you while you were stretched out over your couch with your head tilted back and eyes shut. 

“Hello, Mobius” You spoke, not moving or opening your eyes.

Mobius could tell, just from your lack of empathy, that you were pissed. Your cold reaction towards him hurt more than him being pruned. 

“I’m sorry, Bunny.” Mobius spoke, slowly walking over to you. “I’m sorry I’m late. I know I was supposed to be home earlier. You know Ramona. If things aren't perfect, they're wrong. She just keeps berating me about all the variants. One of them escaped, but...”

You sighed and stood up. You met Mobius half way and wrapped your arms around the older man. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be cold. I just really miss you. You know, I feel like we haven’t gotten much time together. You’re always gone for days, and you’re probably going to be leaving again soon–“

“I know,” Mobius said, kissing your lips. It was short and sweet but, it told you everything. “I know I didn’t sign up for the job but, I’ve got to do my best. One thing that is promised is tonight, so let’s make the most of it.”

 “You’re right.” You said, leaning in for a kiss again. This one was much slower. 

“Hey, I’ll be back. Let me go get changed, and I’ll be back. Why don’t you make some popcorn, and we can have a movie night?”

“That sounds amazing. Let’s do it!” you said, making you smile. You both may not have much time together but, you would enjoy what time you got together. 

As Mobius changed from his suit into a pair of sweats and a comfy old t-shirt, you microwaved some popcorn and put it into a large bowl with plenty of extra butter and salt. You grabbed the bowl and sat on the couch, waiting for Mobius.

 Mobius came back to the living room and plopped down next to you. While it was odd to see him out of his suit and tie, this new relaxed look was one of the hottest thing you'd ever seen. He sat down in navy blue sweatpants and a green t-shirt. He also had on his glasses. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the TV. 

“What do you feel like watching? We could watch Free Willy! You know, that’s always a good one!”

“Uh, maybe” You said, “It always makes me cry. You want one of a few days together being sad?”

“.baby” He teased

“Shut up!” You said, sticking your tongue out and laughing. “How about (insert favorite movie/TV series? It’s always good.”

“Uh, come on! We always chose what you want. ”

“Ya know, are we really gonna watch whatever we put on? I mean, it looks like you’ve got another idea.” You said, slowly glancing down. Mobius may not have seen you often, but when he did, he needed a release. 

Mobius chuckled. “Is it that obvious?” 

“Come on.” You spoke, slowly arising from the couch. “Let me take care of you.” 

That’s all Mobius needed to hear. 

You both quickly made it to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and immediately took dominance. 

In no time, you were completely on top of him, knees pressing into the bed on the side of his thighs. Your arms flexed and held onto the backboard at both sides of his head. His bulge pressed against your thighs, and you could feel a warm feeling growing in your lower regions.

You kissed each other with such an intensity it left you both craving for more. When you pulled back your lips, Mobius tried to follow yours, and you chuckled.

“Uh uh uh. If you want me, you have to ask, sweetheart.”

“Y/N…” was the only word that came out of his mouth before you were kissing him again. The hands that were on his sides had traveled and were now pressed against his cock through his boxers. 

Bit by bit, you unzipped and peeled back Mobius’s pants. When you gently trailed your fingertips over his semi-erect cock, the older man groaned and rolled his hips forward. You giggled silently and kissed the tip of his cock.

“Y/N…”

“Hush-” you said before opening your mouth and engulfing his cock. He moaned and tangled his hand in your hair, forcing you down a little more than you were ready for, nearly forcing you to gag on his manhood. Realizing his mistake, he loosened his hold on you, allowing you to continue bobbing up and down. You hummed softly on his manhood, the vibration making him moan more. When he started throbbing in your mouth, you could tell he was nearing his end. “Please?” He whimpered. 

And how could you say no to him?

“Of course.” and that’s all he needed to hear. His body shook slightly as one long, drawn out and loud moan escaped from him as the pleasure surged through his body. For a moment, he thought his lungs had forgotten how to work, until a large gasp left his throat, immense pleasure still surging through him from your continuous bobbing.  

“God…” he whimpered as you laid beside him.

“That was much better than watching a movie.” You both laughed.

“You know I have to repay you, right?”

You laughed, not thinking he was serious. But why would he lie to you?

You gently guided his hands up your thighs. When his fingers found your hips without your skin becoming obscured by material, a wide smile spread over his face. Your jaw clenched slightly, your hips rocking forwards against his hand.

“M-Mobius.” You groaned softly, resting your hands and weight partially on his chest, so you could move your hips easier. You noticed that his other hand slipped to his cock, which was still erect, stroking it and teasing both himself and you by placing the tip right against your entrance. “Mobi-,” before you even had to ask, he knew what you wanted, so almost immediately he pulled you down onto his cock, impaling you on his surprisingly large member. You didn’t know why it was surprising to you, but every time you had sex with him, you’d forget how big he was. 

You began moving on him, forcing moans from both of you. Initially you thought you would be capable of keeping it together for longer than just a few minutes, but with each movement of your hips, you could feel yourself getting closer to finishing. Mobius’s hands removed the restricting bottoms from your body before once again finding your hips, helping to guide your movements smoother on his member. 

You began to move up and down on his member with speed and depth once more. Mobius broke the kiss and his mouth moved to kiss and suck down your chest. Your head rolled back as the warmth between your legs began to spread through the rest of your body.

“Y/N...” Mobius groaned, his mouth and tongue teasing your nipples. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying your best to hold what little composure you had, however when Mobius rolled over, trapping you beneath him, and began thrusting into you, you lost it, unable to censor your moans.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, tightening slightly with every passing second. Your arms hooked around him, your nails digging into the skin on his back and shoulder.

“M-Mobius!” your hips rocked upwards uncontrollably, meeting every one of his thrusts, trying to build the friction and heat between the two of you. “G-God, yes!” you moaned as his hands found your body, roaming freely all over you, teasing and squeezing before finally one hand settled on your thigh, and the other on your chest, pinching your hardened nipple. Mobius buried his head in the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping at your flesh. You could tell he was close as well. Neither of you were ever okay finishing first, afraid the other wasn’t going too, but you knew this time it was okay, so you relaxed your chest, allowing oxygen to fully rush to the different areas of your body, and your orgasm to finally erupt.

Your body shook slightly, one long, drawn out and loud moan escaping from you as the pleasure surged through your body. For a moment you thought your lungs had forgotten how to work, until a large gasp left your throat, immense pleasure still surging through you from Mobius’s continued movement. You didn’t even think about feeling bad for releasing early because it allowed Mobius to ride out your orgasm far longer than he ever had before. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t moan. You could only squeak as your hips continued to buck against Mobius, your inner walls throbbing and constricting around his manhood. Finally, he released within you, groaning your name. 

“You know I love you, right?”

“I’d hope so.”

(THIS PHOTO MAKES ME WANNA CRY FFS)

[fanonical]

i'm more upset about the lack of genderfluidity than I am anything else (im genderfluid and DYING for more rep) but also iirc it was literally reported that loki would have a male love interest so that kinda sucked. But like I said I just... want the genderfluidity. And as for Loki/Sylvie they're cute but I don't like that the first romance Loki has as a bi person with another bi person is referred to as sick and twisted in the show itself it makes me sad. basically marvel step up

if by "it was reported" you mean "fake leaks said there would be a male love interest" then yes, that did happen, and it definitely is disappointing that that turned out to be false but, as much as i hate to say it (as somebody who fucking HATES Disney) it's not queerbaiting, and it isn't something we were promised and then lied about

i, as a trans person, definitely definitely want them to mention that Loki is genderfluid in the next season, and i'm very disappointed that it never really came up. i'd also love for them to confirm that Sylvie was assigned male at birth, and chose the name Sylvie specifically because she identifies more as a woman than the main Loki in the show. i think that would be really cool to explore! like, in my head, Sylvie is transfem (though still possible genderfluid? it would be REALLY cool to see a conversation about their respective genders in the next season, similar to the one they had about their sexualities in s1)

that being said, i really don't think it's biphobic that Loki's first romance is referred to as "sick and twisted" because that's obviously in reference to the fact that he's getting feelings for an alt version of himself, not because they're like, both bi. i get why people would feel like, oof ouchie ow that hurts to see, but any relationship Loki has is probably going to be some levels of fucked up because, y'know, he's fucked up. the REAL problem here is that there aren't MORE bi characters to contrast with these twisted, fucked up (but still cool) bi characters, you feel me? like, if they peppered in that Peter Parker is bi, and Thor is bi, and if they focus on Valkyrie being bi in Thor: Love and Thunder (FINGERS CROSSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!) then tbh i think Loki's relationship with Sylvie is fine. i definitely don't feel it undercuts his existence as a bi character, it's MORE biphobic that there aren't more bi characters in more... let's say traditional relationships throughout the MCU. give me bi Wanda! bi Bucky! bi Stephen fucking Strange, why not! they should canonize Star-Lord as bi (as he is in the comics) in the next Guardians, the issue here is that there isn't enough, not that Loki's rep is bad, ygm?