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grim-reapers-wife · 1 month ago

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My first fanfic! So I’m starting out simple and small with who else but Loki 💚🖤

Summary- Loki thinks that y’all are together since the Asgardian tradition is to court before marriage, like being in a relationship, and it is typically not announced. Thor finds out and teaches him the Midgard way of courtship, and that y’all aren’t officially together until he asks you.

Don’t mind any grammatical errors! I’m not a professional by any means. 😅. Enjoy!

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I walk into the library where Loki and I hang out most days, he’s reading an Asgardian book again for the third time this week. “Are you seriously reading that book again?” I question and sit down in the spot on the couch next to him. “Why yes I am, darling. Are you questioning my reading habits?” He marks the page and sets it down on the other side of him. “Must be really interesting for you to read it so many times.” I smirk in his direction. “Quite. You should read it sometime.” Loki says smirking right back “Oh wait, that’s right; you don’t speak Asgardian. Hmm, what a shame, darling.” He picks up the book again and begins to read. We drift into a comfortable silence while read my own book for a case that Tony has me working.

*buzz buzz*

I pick up my phone “Shoot.” I fire off a couple of messages before Loki looks over. “Everything okay, darling?” He sets his book aside. “Yeah everything’s fine I’m just a little late for a lunch with my friend. I’ll catch you later, mkay?” I grab my things and head out through the library doors.

I arrive at the café 20 minutes late and catch my friend sitting in the corner sipping a coffee. “Sorry I’m late! How are you?” I hug my childhood friend and sit across from him, catching up on everything in his life.

Meanwhile, Loki is still reading his book in the library undisturbed…Until Thor comes barreling in. “Thor, you baboon! Have you no respect for the quiet nature of the library?” He snipes in the other prince’s direction. “Always a pleasure, brother!” Thor walks over to Loki. “I’ll have you know that I come with information with your benefit in mind, brother.” Loki sets his book aside. “Get on with it, I’d like to continue reading.” Thor lazily drapes himself in the chair across from Loki.“I saw y/n chatting with a guy downstairs in the café, I thought y’all were together, brother. Or at least so you’ve told me.” Loki sends a death glare to his brother. “Of course we’re together, what are you on about?” Thor looks at Loki “I’m not sure brother, it looked like a date.” Loki’s brows furrow. “A date? What is that?” Thor sits up straighter. “You know, a date. It’s a tradition here on Midgard, when two people are together romantically they go on outings together.” Loki shakes his head slightly and Thor continues. “You have asked her to officially date you, right brother? On Midgard I believe it is officially called boyfriend and girlfriend. Jane told me about it.” Loki shakes his head. “I- I guess not then. I didn’t know that we were not counting this entire time.” Thor laughs. “Courting? I haven’t heard that word since mother tried to set me up back on Asgard. No, no, that’s not a thing here. To make things official you must ask the lady.” Loki stares down at his hands grasping why his brother has told him.

A couple hours later I finish hanging out with my old friend, and I’m on my way to my room. I turn the key in the lock and push the door open to find Loki sitting on my bed. I jump lightly and gasp. “Loki! Jesus you scared me.” I close the door and walk into my room. “How long have you been here?” He stands up and shakes his head. “That’s not important right now.” He declares, his accent coming out strong. I look at him questioningly. “Are you alright?” He shakes his head. “Were you on- on a date?” He questions and I stare, not expecting that sort of question. “Um,” when I finally regain my senses I answer. “No, I wasn’t on a date, Loki. Is that what’s bothering you?” His shoulders sag with relief and a long breath escapes him. “Thor told me he’d seen you on a date. I didn’t know what that was so he explained. You see, on Asgard; there’s a similar thing called courting. It’s typically not announced and is a short interval of time before marriage. I have believed this whole time that I was courting you but Thor informed me of my ignorance.” I stare in disbelief. He thought we were together? He likes me back? How could he have not known? What does this mean for us now? A million questions fill my head. Loki steps forward and takes my hands. “I did research on this and your Midgardian traditions but forgive me if I do anything wrong. Will you officially court- date, will you officially date me?” I laugh just a little at the sweet gesture and nod my head. “Yes Loki, I thought you’d never ask.” He breaks into a smile wider than I’ve ever seen. “Thank the gods.” He grabs me and spins me around, I laugh like a child. “Loki put me down!” I hit his chest playfully. “He also said something about boyfriends? I don’t fully understand.” I giggle and cover my mouth to stifle the rest of my laughs. “So you’re my boyfriend now, and I’m your girlfriend. Officially as of two seconds ago since you asked me, and I said yes.” He nods his head. “I understand, so no dates with others people?” “Right.” I answer. He nods once more. “I will take you on one of these dates, tonight, yes?” I smile and look up at him. “Sure, that sounds wonderful, Loki.” He walks to my door and stops before he walks away. “I’ll see you then, darling.”

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Thank you SO SO much for reading! If you’ve made it this far I assume you enjoyed. ☺️ If you did I’m so glad and if you didn’t like it feel free to give KIND constructive criticism. I will always accept tips and opinions. Again, this was my first fanfic EVER 🤣 so I’m sure it wasn’t great but lmk! If you have a request I’m 100% open to take it, just be patient with me lol 😆 Byeee!

#loki laufeyson #marvel loki #mcu loki #loki x reader #loki x you #x reader #fem reader #mcu #fluff #relationship #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfction #loki fandom

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oristian · 7 months ago

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High Lord and High Lady of the Dusk Court

@nessianweek Day Six — Legends and Destiny

“You said you had an eight-pointed star tattooed on you,” Bryce explained. “And you found the chamber with the eight-pointed star in the Prison, too.”

Nesta lifted her head. “So?”

“So I want you to take the Starsword.” Bryce held the blade between them. “Gwydion—whatever you call it here. The age of the Starborn is over on Midgard. It ends with me.”

“I don’t understand.” But Bryce began backing toward the portal, taking Hunt’s hand, and smiled again at the female, at her mate, at their world, as the Northern Rift began to close.

“I think that eight-pointed star was tattooed on you for a reason. Take that sword and go figure out why.” — HOFAS

My biggest theory is that Nesta and Cassian will help to revive the Dusk Court and the land—and the Mother—will choose them to rule as High Lord and High Lady.

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mountkennedie · 4 months ago

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Remember You

Loki x fem!reader

warnings: A N G S T but fluff at the end and like 1 swear word

Summary: You have known Loki since before, during, and after Thanos' torture

Word Count: 1.9k

A.N. Okay I hadn't seen Loki s2 yet for most of this so this is mainly from my own sick little brain. I think this is the saddest thing I have ever written. Enjoy! :)

Life was so simple when you both were just teenagers. Running around Asgard, playing jokes on unsuspecting kin. Practicing magic with Loki's mother, he was always so gifted. You tried as hard as you could but still couldn't fully grasp certain techniques. It didn't matter to him. He helped you gain strength in what you could do.

Those are the memories you held onto on nights like these. When the knowledge of his death would refresh itself in your mind. You still will not completely understand why he fell from the Bifrost. You wanted to hold Odin accountable, but you were merely a best friend of a prince, nothing more to your name. So you stayed up at night, making and remaking the same tricks he had shown you many years ago.

Soon, another dawn came, and you finished out another sleepless night. The circles under your eyes were only growing darker, but you did not pay it much mind.

"Lady Y/n," Thor called. You turned and faced the prince. "I have news you may like to hear."

"And you are sure? ...he lives?"

"Indeed," Thor placed a strong hand on your shoulder. He had a faint smile on his face for just a moment, but then it faded. "I wish my news could be completely good. However, though my brother lives, he is currently rampaging Midgard. I am being sent to bring him back home."

Your joy had overcame every sense. It took a moment to process the rest of what Thor had told you. But once it did, your face fell just the same, "He's what?"

"He has currently killed eighty-one people over the course of two days, Lady Y/n."

You did not want to believe it. You couldn't. Of course, Loki has gone too far before, but this was not of his nature. "That does not sound like him." You took a pause and looked at Thor with a very stern expression, "Bring him back to me."

"I will do what I can." With that, he left, and you sank to the floor. A part of you wanted to rejoice due to him still being a part of this world, but you knew it would be joy misplaced. He was currently terrorizing a planet. What can one say to that?

You visited Heimdall as often as you could. To checking on Loki as much as possible. The feeling of denial you originally bestowed upon him was confirmed one afternoon.

"The prince does not look the same to me as he always has. A veil is shielded over him."

Since that was observed, you held onto it like a strand of life. It provided you rest you terribly needed and slight solace until he was returned. The restlessness did indeed return, however. When the realization that someone had to have overcame the prince's strong will to make him do their bidding. The thought reclaimed the worry over your soul, and your small moment of 'peace' was over.

He is being returned today. You were not supposed to be anywhere near the Bifrost, as any civilian. But you were still as close as possible, which meant you were inside the castle walls. You had to conceal yourself behind a column as they entered. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. However, just like before, that joy was abandoned upon seeing Loki in chains.

You came out of your place of concealment when they had walked past you. You quickly flew to the throne room, where Loki was to be charged.

When you reached the doors, you were held back. "No civilians are allowed beyond this point," you were told by the guard.

"Allow her in," the voice of his mother. You turned and made eye contact with her, then curtsied. She came up to you and held onto your arm. She gave a quick squeeze and a weak smile. You both entered together and stood beside Odin.

"Why has she accompanied you?" He spoke in a sour tone. He did not care to even look in your direction.

"She has a right to be here," The Allmother responded. Odin dropped the matter, and a guard had entered the room.

"He is outside the doors, your majesty."

"Send him in." The guard nodded and turned. He left for a moment, and you noticed the queen inhaled deeply and fixed her posture.

The doors opened, and you held your breath. The sounds of the shackles echoed around the room. You felt your eyes grow heavy in tears, but you knew not to let even one drop. Odin showed no emotion on his throne, as if the man before him was not his own son.

"I really don't see what all the fuss is about." That's him. Your Loki, not that being on Midgard that hurt all those innocent people. His words flowed as they always had, but just like always, Odin was unaffected.

He made a remark to his mother. But once his eyes fell upon you, in that one moment, his confidence was struck. They remained on you for a moment more before continuing his charade with the king.

When the sentence was carried out, he looked for once, defeated. He looked to his mother, then to you one last time. Then, it was promptly removed from the throne room and into the dungeons.

A month has passed now. You finally learned the different times and schedules of the guards and were able to make a plan to get around them. With the lack of the Allmother's word, you were restricted entry just as before. But today, you were ready to strike once again.

Every other Tuesday at 3:45 pm, the guards will take a break. The break itself was unauthorized. However, you appreciated the obstruction to the rule since it gave you time. Once out of ear shot of the guards, you opened to heavy doors leading to the prisons beneath the kingdom.

The smell hit you first. A wave of different creatures, all perspiring in unity with one another. Your cloak, worn to conceal your identity, could only do so much in masking the odor. You had no clue which cell he would be in, but you believe the worst was behind you. With quick strides, the hunt began.

Should I ask for directions? you thought. Of course not! You are in the dungeons of Asgard not the village market! In your defense, the place was a maze. Crafted to confuse an inmate incase of its escape.

You continued on a few paces before turning a corner. Something caught your eye. Something was sticking out amongst all the other inmates. You followed that alluring feeling up to the cell you'd been looking for.

His back was faced to you, but you noticed upon you walking towards him. He looked up. "Has my mother sent a new morsel to keep me entertained?" He faced you with mock amusement. "Who are you supposed to be?"

You reached up and removed the hood from your head. His face changed from amused to confounded. He grew close to the wall, separating you two. "Is this some sort of trick? Who was put up to this?"

You took a moment to gather your words. "What do you mean? Do you not believe I have come?" Your voice was frail. You were not expecting this reaction from him at all.

"I believe the one that currently sits on the throne will stop at nothing to pin to the bottom of misery itself." He leaned down to get closer to your eye level, though the barrier still blocked you both. "And what have you got to prove you are not another game for me to lose?" His voice was cold. A part of you wanted to ask what Odin did to make him lose trust in everything before him. However, that was not what he wanted to hear right now.

You sucked in a breath and then held out your hand. You conjured a purple snake with green spots. The image you would always match with his green snake with purple spots. This was what he taught you about how to make one warm summer night.

When the memory was triggered, Loki nearly threw himself on the shield. Instead, he fell to his knees and got to the edge of the cell. "(Y/n)... oh (Y/n)... how did you even get in here?"'

"I snuck in. It took much more planning than you would have thought," Though he was still in captivity, you couldn't help but smile as you saw him. And most importantly, he saw you.

He shook his head, "I've missed you. But you shouldn't be here. I don't want," he looked around the room, "them to know of you too much."

"I know, but -" You heard a scuffle. "Shit, how long has it been? I think the new guards have been appointed. I have to go." You sped off, and from behind, you heard Loki hit the glass, then groan in pain. But you swore to yourself to return for him again.

So much had happened in the span of a month. Frigga was dead. Loki broke out of jail, and you, with your help, Thor, Jane, and him, made it to the other realm. After your part of the plan was complete, you were to return to Asgard and help defend it from any dark elves that could attack.

But now the three of them were supposed to return. You looked out, waiting to see Loki accompanying Thor. But we were met with only the older brother. When he crossed into the palace, you approached him.

He beat you to ask your question with an answer. "I regret to inform you that once more, my brother will not be returning home."

You didn't know if you thought it or screamed it, but the overwhelming feeling of dread was all you could express. How could this happen again? You had just gotten him back.

Odin was not acting like Odin. You could be losing yourself in grief and seeing your former- friend- everywhere. It was strange. You knew Odin was acting out of character, but to say he was acting like Loki was bold. Even for you.

So, it led you to confront the king after one of the plays had finished. "Allfather. I would like to request an audience." What you did not expect was for the king to accept.

The pair of you went into the palace, and there you confronted him. "This may come off as strange but -"

"I can't." You looked at him with a confused expression. "I can't keep lying. To you." The appearance of Odin melted away to reveal your former lov- friend. You didn't respond at first. Just stared, astonished.

"Please say something," he pleaded. Instead, you slapped him clean across the face. "I see how I deserve that." You brought him into your arms and held onto him close. The tears in my eyes overflowing down my face.

"Why didn't you tell me? At least me?" Your words were strung out slurred slightly. You just kept repeating your question, and he held you for a while until your breathing calmed down.

"I wanted to tell you. I wanted to explain everything to you. I wanted it all to be clear as day, especially for you. But I couldn't just yet. I needed to -"

You pulled back. "Wait," you interrupted, "If you're playing Odin. Then where's the real one?"

"Midgard."

"Loki..." you facepalmed.

"But he is being taken care of. They have these homes that take care of those who are later in life. He's fine," his voice was rushed.

You sighed and rested your head on his chest. "Don't die on me again. Or at least tell me when you plan to? I don't know. But whatever you do just," you look him in the eyes, "don't leave me again."

"I won't." If only that were true.

A.N. Hope this broke you the way it broke me lol

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etsukomoonbeam · 23 days ago

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Going Back Home (Prologue)

Summary: After being trapped in the Spring Court for centuries, Rhysand’s little sister ,Syra, finds herself in the city Lunathion on the planet Midgard. She creates a whole new life there but is brought back to Prythian unexpectedly where she comes face-to-face with her family.

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Being born as a half-Illyrian, half-high fae female who also just so happens to be the youngest child of the High Lord of the Night Court might sound like it’s all unicorns and rainbows, but my life was far from it. From scholarly lessons and being taught how to be a ‘lady’ to watching my brother from the sidelines at Windhaven, my life could be considered very busy, but not easy.

When Rhys was 137 years old, I was brought into this world. From the stories Cassian had told me, it seemed Rhys wasn’t happy that our parents conceived me in the first place, but I never let that affect our relationship. I understood early on that my brother and father would never get along, and his harsh words were only meant in disdain towards my father, not me.

It took me until the age of 15 for me to finally convince my father to allow me to visit Windhaven with my mother, but it all went terribly wrong. While traveling to the camp, my mother had suggested we stop for rest before we went the rest of the route to the point where Rhys was supposed to meet up with us. However, the High Lord of the Spring Court, Tamlin’s father, and his sons attacked us.

We tried desperately to fight back, but unfortunately, not only did my mother not make it out of that attack alive, but neither did my wings. The Spring nobles tied me up and threw me in a cell below their manor, and I remember being scared, not knowing how Rhysand would find me, but knowing he would was the torch that kept my hope alive. Until it died one day.

Eventually, time passed, but due to being detained, I wasn’t sure how long it had been. But one day, the youngest son of the Autumn High Lord, Lucian, made his way down to the dungeon. He knew not of the prisoner that Tamlin’s father had kept in the cells and after the massacre between Night and Spring (Which I would not know of for quite some time) it was no wonder that I was forgotten.

“Syra?” Lucien tried softly.

“Lucien.” I responded as I grabbed the cell bars, looking at the Autumn son, pleading with him to open the cell. He reached for a key on a ring that was held on a hook by the door across the way. He turned back and started to unlock the cell door.

“Syra….what happened? Nobody has seen you in years, everyone thought you were killed along with..” He didn’t finish, knowing I knew he was talking about my mother.

“Please, Lucien. Let me out…please.” I plead again.

He halts, making eye contact with me, before turning his attention back to the lock. Once the lock was undone, he started to slide the door open, when I suddenly rushed to the door, shoving past him and up the stairs leading out of the dungeon.

“Syra! Wait!” He yelled after me, but I did not wait. I did not stop.

Running past, surprisingly, no one, I make my way out of the manor and into the woods.

Should I be in the woods? No.

Are there Naga out here? Yes, but I don’t care.

Eventually I come to a slow stop, looking around the forest and let out a deep sigh. After insuring that a certain Spring emissary did not follow me out here, I leaned against a tree to catch my breath.

Free. Finally free.

No thanks to Rhysand.

I continued walking in the direction I was originally heading in when a blue florescent beam of light caught my attention. I turned in the direction the light was emitting and there among the tall trees of the Spring Court forest was a pool of starlight.

“Come Come. Get in”, someone whispered. I looked around the body of starlight but did not see anyone. “Come on”

“Who are you?” I asked while completing a full sweep of to forest, but still no one showed.

“We are you’re future, step into the starlight and all will be revealed.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” I asked, unsure of what exactly would happen if I stepped into the starlight, but knowing with certainty that anything was better than the cell I had been trapped in for centuries it seemed.

“We would never forget to save you.”

And that was the magic sentence that made my mind up.

It was the sentence that would persuade me to step into a pool of starlight.

It was the start of a new life.

And with that, I stepped into the starlight where a bright light blinded me of what was on the other side.

Little did I know, that my life was about to change completely.

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Author’s Note: Thank you everyone for reading! This is the prologue for fic idea that I’ve had for a long time and I’m excited to finally have the time to write it! Let me know what you think will happen!

#rhysand #azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand's sister #crescent city #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #cassian

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maybeiwasjustjade · 8 months ago

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My favorite running theory on Nesta’s endgame (plot-wise, not romantically; though if you asked me, she’ll forever deserve better than the bat dog) is that when she went into the Cauldron, she unwittingly came out as the High Lady of Dusk aka Theia’s true heir. Nesta’s stolen power made her immensely powerful, even more so than a High Lord. With it gone, and the Mother’s interference, I think whatever’s left is just the Dusk Lady’s magic.

Something I’ve seen often brought up is Nesta’s magic manifesting as cold silver flames. Which, anyone who has read ToG knows is very similar to Aelin’s description of Deanna’s moonfire. Coupled with Bryce’s own starborn powers manifesting as white/silver light, it’s not out of the realm of possibilities that Nesta’s magic is Dusk’s trueform.

“The age of the starborn is over on Midgard.” That’s what Bryce told Nesta when she handed over Gwydion to Nesta, and told her to figure out what her tattoo meant. Between the eight-pointed star tattoo and her connection to the Prison Island…all of it points towards the still-missing Dusk Court. And we know that Theia’s bloodline favored the females instead of the males (which is why I heavily doubt that Rhysand is the heir to dusk as many (IC stans) believe).

Then there’s also the theory that Nesta actually is a witch from her nameless mother’s bloodline. In ToG, the witches were a matrilineal kingdom so it actually fits alongside the theory about Dusk. And since it’s mostly been accepted that ToG existed long before Prythian, my theory is that the Prythian witches descended from the Crochan-Ironteeth some thousand years ago. But that may just be wishful thinking lmao.

My favorite theory though? That based on the location of each court on the map, and dusk coming before night in the solar cycle, so chances are Dusk and Night’s actual locations reflect Summer and Autumn aka split down the middle. The Prison Island sits on the western edge of Night. I don’t believe that Dusk was just that tiny island—if it was, they wouldn’t have made it a point to mention that Rhysand may be descended from Theia. No, I think Dusk was integrated into Night territory, and the island turned into a prison.

But if the location is right, and Dusk holds the entire western bank? Then it includes Velaris, too. The look on the Inner Circle’s faces (sans Azriel I think, who’s probably also Dusk-born) when they find out that Velaris by rights now belong to Nesta (as HL) would be absolutely hilarious. Rhysand might actually die from an aneurysm. Do I think she’ll take it from him? Probably not, but she sure as hell gonna be goddamn petty about it.

#acotar #acotar speculations #nesta archeron #pro nesta #dusk court #acotar theory #tog spoilers

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mischiefmaker615 · 5 months ago

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Take You to Hell

Summary: Loki finds himself having to rely on his charms to get his way out of a dominant Queen Y/N's clutches.

Rating: R

Theme Song: "Take You to Hell" by Ava Max

Requester: @55Felix (wattpad)

“it has been quite awhile since I’ve been below a woman but I do assure you I am not out of practice.’’ Loki smirked, set on his knees with his wrists bound behind him and looking just as predatory while his eyes rose to where she sat.

‘’silence god of lies..’’ she hissed, looking down her nose from her throne at the god before her down the stairs. ‘’you’ve trespassed and will be punished as equally as anyone else- your title means nothing to my people.’’

‘’and what of punishment if you didn’t know what my intentions held? For all you know, I could have merely been returning something that had belonged to you, helped a wanderer find their way, perhaps got lost myself?” he smirked, having no true intentions of taking this situation serious, even if he himself was finding a hard time out of it.

‘’I know of you Loki; you aren’t the type to just go out of your way to help another or bother with tedious tasks.’’ She hissed with a wave of her hand, dismissing his lies he half-ass gave while smirking up at her. ‘’you obviously came here to gain something.’’

‘’do you always arrest those who wish to bargain?” Loki questioned with a brow raised, taking in the room in his side vision to note the guards that stood tense.

‘’only those who have a.. particular reputation.’’ She warned, her legs crossing from under her long gown that spread out amongst her seat.

‘’my actions always work out in the end, whether there comes sacrifices or not. It is the other one’s fault for not taking risk as a consideration.’’ His eyes then changed seductively as if they were the only beings in the room. ‘’unless you are referring to my other reputation.. how long has it been darling since you’ve destressed?”

‘’I could have you struck down where you kneel, snake’’ she hissed, having come to her feet with her crown offering her more height while she pointed her scepter at him. ‘’what is it that brings you onto my lands?”

If anyone knew Loki, they knew how this went. With one smirk, his eyes narrowed and his terms were set. He wouldn’t speak unless it’s amongst the one he sought out only, and with Loki being here in person, it had to be important. Yet she offered him the same serious eyes, almost challenging him to drop his stubbornness to her own terms but if something dire hung in the balance, it wasn’t something any ruler would gamble. So with the wave of her hand, they had the room to themselves with the heavy doors shutting behind the guards.

Loki then took an extra moment of silence, almost relishing in having her weight on him while he also shifted a bit on his aching knees- not that he would dare show any discomfort. Finally he spoke, ‘’I have received knowledge you might find valuable to your realm lady Y/N-‘’

‘’queen Y/N.’’ she corrected, causing him to hold in a scoff while he dared rise to his feet.

‘’queen Y/N..’’ he corrected, almost a hint of mocking in his voice but kept talking as if to distract her from it. ‘’All Father has fallen into the Odin sleep and Thor has been banished to Midgard.. fathers last.. final request..’’ he failed to hide a smirk from the mere memory while Y/N watched him carefully.

‘’I fail to find that any of my concern, I would be more worried upon other’s trying to take over.’’ She said calmly, her eyes studying him as if to guess where this was going before he could speak it.

‘’I would not threaten me if you wish for peace to remain between our realms.’’ He said carefully, his expression empty while he dared take a step upon the stairs, the information briefly distracting her.

‘’threaten you?” she nearly scoffed and returned to her sitting position with her legs crossed, choosing not to look bothered while he slowly approached without permission. Its not as if he would listen if she told him to remain kneeling- there was only so much you could get Loki to do but danger didn’t seem present between them so she let him ascend.

‘’why yes, darling.’’ He smirked and took another step. ‘’with the prince of Asgard gone, who is it to maintain the realm in the All-Father’s place?” he smirked, confidence rising him to more of his full height while his fingers fiddle with the cuffs. ‘’you ask what are my reasons upon being here? It is merely to maintain a bargain of peace between us.’’

‘’and you let yourself get captured?” she raised a brow, almost mocking him as subtly as he had while he chuckled.

‘’a method merely to quicken my appearance before you. It be far to much trouble if this was merely a situation of mischief In which I could have done elsewhere.’’

‘’so your serious.’’ It wasn’t much of a question while her eyes began to rise the closer he got until he stood at the step where he was at her equal eye level.

‘’deadly, I assure you.’’ He smirked.

‘’you wish to maintain peace, one could take it as a threat.’’ She reminded him, her tone far more relaxed than one dealing with a possible war but there was a familiarity on how this all went while she eyed him carefully. ‘’very well,’’ she almost smirked, waving yet another hand at him with an almost bored tone to tick him off. ‘’you may stop pretending now.’’

Loki winked and moved his hands to his sides, the cuffs falling to the ground behind him with a dull clink. ‘’I believe we both were pretending darling, you knew from the start those bonds wouldn’t hold me as soon as you knew who you had captured.’’

‘’I relish in the idea of having you contained, you’ve caused much trouble in these realms, I’m surprised the throne has been entrusted with you.’’ She said carefully, testing his patience while a brow merely twitched and a forced smile on his face appeared.

‘’no one is more capable than I, queen Y/N.’’ he said gently and clasped his hands behind his back while he looked at her. ‘’but I believe we have a bargain to go over,’’ he reminded seriously, almost as if to prove his worthiness of his new title while he watched her dainty fingers fiddle with her scepter in her lap.

‘’you may very much offer this bargain, god of mischief. We’’ just see from there if I will so much accept it.’’ She said carefully, watching how his eyes seemed to try to guess what her form looked like beneath her flowy dress that resembled much like Midgard’s white-wig era but with more.. elegance.

After a moment, he smirked and nodded with his hands extending out to his sides, eyes flicking up to hers while he had seemed to have been brought out from deep thought. ‘’-you never fail to intrigue me darling, which is why I hold great confidence you’ll make the best decision for your realm.’’ He said almost gently while he began to lower himself to his knee, causing her to raise her brow at what he was trying to get at.

If he needed to charm his way there, so be it. It was child’s play after all and he never hated the idea of teasing a woman. She was everything beautiful, and most of him could find himself kneeling before her bargain or no bargain- but what seemed to throw him off is how.. unshy she seemed to be. She looked upon him almost with amusement- a look that made him second guess himself looking like a fool if he hadn’t caught sight of the brief surprised look, nor the hint of arousal than made him drop to his other knee fast.

‘’both our realms wish for peace amongst each other, and continued peace with any new royal to take on the head.’’

‘’however, knowing you, trickster, it isn’t a simple form of agreement. You and I both want the same thing, however I could have easily come to Asgard to preform the same request. Amongst this peace treaty, how could I find myself to trust you, considering it is you in particular presenting a promise?’’ she asked carefully, silencing Loki for a moment while he figured out how to approach this delicate process.

He never so wished to rush into anything- even if the animalistic side of him would be tearing through her dress right now, but the logical side told him to wait. She knew what he was asking, offering, and knew she could play his games just as much he could. Her look alone begged for it but the spark of control let them both know she was most definitely in charge here, causing him to swallow his pride but merely embrace the feeling of allowing a woman to have the reins for once.

‘’I don’t exactly expect this continued treaty to be written in blood darling,’’ he said carefully, his voice getting lower as if the guards had remained in the room while he almost wished she would not demand the offer in words, but he would if necessary.

‘’just a more.. intimate way of hand shaking..’’ he smirked, his eyes watching hers carefully while he stayed put on his knees in her fierce gaze of a stalemate.

One couldn’t trust a trickster, but could one trust a king? She noticed the careful way he watched her, almost studying every breath she took in and pressure her finger tips gave to the scepter while she began to lean forward and raise it. His eyes instantly dared gazing at her bosom, a generous eye full from where she leaned before she forced his eyes back up with the scepter under his chin. He was beautiful when he begged, and knew this must have been more of the reason he wished for no witnesses. Not just anyone could watch the god of mischief kneel, and most certainly not the king of Asgard.

His jaw was tense, his body stiff while he held himself back but the evidence was clear from her side vision that a part of him in particular was stiffer. A smirk tugged at her lips, her thighs pressing together by the mere power that washed over her that gave her the sense of control over this situation. By this, things were decided before she even spoke.

‘’if it’s peace you wish for, god of mischief,.. come get your peace.’’

Loki’s breath hitched- one could miss it if they weren’t paying attention. Yet a smirk tugging at his lips as if she had just challenged him to the very thing he was great at.

And he was.

Holding her gaze hostage, the sound of his palms could be heard on the marble floor below him as he practically crawled the last few steps until he was in front of her. The closer he came, the most she leaned back until her back pressed fully to her thrown while the prince’s eyes never dared to leave her.

She raised her chin, looking down her nose practically at him while she dared him to move next. He was close enough where she could take in the scent of Asgard’s forests and his masculinity. He was intoxicating.. Those slender hands left the marble only to find her ankles, sliding up her legs while her eyes betrayed her to dip down to where his own eyes were.

His gaze followed his hands until they used his forearms to help lift the dress enough for his head to follow under, leaving her alone to only guess and feel his actions from above the fabric. Only then did she let out a breath she had been holding, her eye lids fluttering to feel his hot breath fan her bare legs while his slender fingers glided up to now rest behind her knees and begin pressure to try to lift them over his shoulders.

But it wasn’t that easy.

Her knees moved inwardly to press against his chest, having him pause to stop the illusion where he thought he was in control. This was a power play, despite how his grip tightened ever so slightly in frustration and eagerness and willed himself to wait for her instruction to continue on.

Her scent was even more intoxicating, floral and alluring as her features. He knew she wanted to be in charge and he willed himself to hold back until those beautiful legs would part for him to continue. Yet must she make it so difficult? Drag in to the pits of hell to make a man weight when she sat there, seeming to mock him while she wore no panties. Pressure moved against her legs, his chest heaving with desire while his mouth seemed to water. The only thing that seemed to snap him out of it in that moment, was her hand coming down to hold onto his head, her dress a barrier between his locks and her fingers and now acted as a blindfold by its weight.

She was cruel, and knew what she was doing just as much as he did and his waiting had him shifting in place to relieve some of his own pressure between his own thighs.

He knew she wanted him to submit, and the reward was more than enough for him to draw in a breath and close his eyes. His muscles relaxed, he sat on his heels and felt the hand begin to pet him above the fabric upon his head. He willed himself to be patient, and the dark very much seemed to help while he listened to his heart race to wait for her. he knew she was drawing out time, even if she was just as much eager. Sometimes the point was much more important than the action, a heavenly promise from the depths of darkness and pain.

She knew how to take him to Hel.

Finally.. finally with the slightest muscle movement from her legs, he felt her begin to part her knees from his chest and his hands eagerly helped raise them over his shoulders while his own knees pushed him forward into her cunt. Instantly a hum left her lips while his tongue pressed right into her folds to taste her. Her taste was as sweet as a rose and as rich as honey.

She must have been wanting him much before he had got to work for she already felt the coil beginning to tighten and her legs squeezing against his head. A shuddered breath left her lips, causing a shiver to follow down her spine and it only seemed to enhance Loki’s administrations to hear her again. As much as she tried holding back her moans, the silver tongue very much earned his name while he began to lap at her cunt and tease her entrance with the tip. His nose pressed and rubbed against her clit, taking his time to bring her towards that beautiful edge before his tongue began to sink into her cunt.

Her fingers gripped her dress’s fabric upon his head, with it a few of his locks and earned her a growl to leave his lips where the very vibrations sent another wave of arousal through her body. Her legs shivered against him while his hands gently gripped and stroked the flesh of her thighs. The sound of a desperate slap indicated her hands flying to grip to grip the arm rests instead, showing she was close and he smirked against her, knowing just how quickly he was able to bring her into her own submission.

Her hips began to twitch and buck, making him tilt his chin up ever so slightly so her movement would only draw his tongue in deeper. Some whimpers could be heard from above him and he knew she was close when he rose his lips up to begin suckling on her clit. His name could he heard now, his eyes fluttering closed and a moan leaving his lips as if tasting the sweetest thing in the world he just couldn’t get enough of.

Once her orgasm neared, he felt her fingers move to his head again and he moved in an instant. His tongue had flicked against her swollen bud to now plunge deep and fast repetitively into her cunt until he could feel the sweet clenches and flutters while pleasure crashed.

His name practically echoed throughout the throne room and her thighs clenched around his head while she bucked. His hands held her fast, making sure there was no way she was going to get a way- not that she wanted too.

She was a panting mess; glad he was concealed so he could not have more of a reason to tease while he had brought a queen to finish. His tongue had barely slowed down and she could practically feel him smirk with the way she twitched and squirmed against his mouth before he finally slowed down and removed his tongue. Her brows were furrowed and she drew in a breath to try to relax, only to gasp when his lips began to press open mouth kisses amongst her sensitive clit, earning a small smack to his shoulder before he could he heard chuckling under her dress.

He continued his lips against her thighs, one to each inside of her knee before bringing it down from his shoulder and onto the floor again before he gripped her dress and pulled his head out. he had a smug look, looking also pleased with himself while a bit of her essence remained on his nose, chin and mouth.

‘’I have missed you greatly darling.’’ He purred, sitting back on his heels while the dress fell back down to the floor while she looked utterly exhausted yet pleased.

‘’it has been quite awhile my prince, now King. I am quite happy for you.’’ She praised with a gentle smile, her body relaxed and leaning forward to rest her forearms against her knees.

‘’it has been quite the enjoyable day; I do often look forward to our bargaining ships.’’ He chuckled and placed a hand to her cheeks, watching her lean into it with a hum.

‘’must we always get into the theatrics though upon your arrivals?” she sighed but a smile danced amongst her features while her eyes rose to watch him stand.

‘’it has been a while since our last encounter love, an entrance seemed necessary but always a pleasure.. It has been to long..’’ Loki sighed with a smile and raised her hand to place a kiss amongst her knuckles.

‘’well I know you have a reputation to uphold,’’ she teased and her eyes flicked to the doors. ‘’do you think they heard this time?”

Loki scoffed with a hand waving behind him as if he hadn’t cared who may have heard or not and then smirked.

‘’darling, I do have other reputations to uphold.’’

(Not sent in for a Musical Mischief one shot but the song did help me a bit with the inspiration Lol)

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robin-evry · 20 days ago

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Hii how have you been? When l read the kiana reader post. I think about what about nahida or Robin reader in record of ragnarok (ldk but the fandom is so dead😐or the writing side) :3

Yeah i really want more content from it so ill be doing robin and nahida is gonna be a seperate one

𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 🕊️🎙️

A Halovian singer who was born in Penacony and has risen to cosmic fame. An elegant and demure young lady. This time, she has been invited home by The Family to grace everyone with song during the Charmony Festival. She can use the power of "Harmony" to broadcast her music, manifesting "resonance" among not only her fans but all manner of lifeforms.

Art is not mine

The reader is part of a high ranking angel family specifically seraphim's their adoptive father have connections with other higher rank gods, the reader is the most famous pop star in Valhalla, performing in grand halls before audiences of gods, valkyries, and honored human souls. Gods like Apollo, Hermes, and Dionysus are frequent attendees

They are very adored by many of the gods in Valhalla, specifically Hermes usually when their adoptive father have a meeting with Zeus they would discuss music, he actually teaches them about how to sing and play music instruments

They are by far one of the most influential people at Valhalla even tho being born a species below the gods but higher than humans. Many would try to court them some gods would try to enforce their rule towards them but there still more powerful gods amongst their side.

Apollo and them have a good relationship as in pals not as anything more than that, they would discuss the beauties of the world and beauty tips. Although there's never anything going on between them many of the nymphs that follow him would be envies of the reader or Apollo themselves.

The reader would go to Midgard and usually would try to spread the voice harmony leading the start of worshipers, this could lead to a possibility of them becoming a god that they have no intention of but their adoptive father been trying to push it as well.

About their brother he respects their decision but still being ascended as a good would do good for their family name.

Valhalla has different districts, and the reader resides in the Celestial Quarter, a place reserved for divine and semi-divine beings, Where they reside.

Occasionally, they perform for human souls in Midgard’s Quarter, offering songs of comfort and inspiration to warriors who perished in battle.

Encounters with Loki are frequent he enjoys provoking them, testing their composure, and hinting that he knows more about their past than they do.

Usually when they have a big performance, they would absolutely do their best to be perfect the higher ranking gods like Zeus and Odin only deserve perfection no flaws are welcome if not their family name would be tarnish.

Apollo would casually drop by and would act with them during rehearsal giving them tips and critiques on how to make the performance better, by the reader also performing during large banquets.

By far one of their closest companions is Buddha always finding peace with him not making a fuss over them, Whenever they feel overwhelmed by expectations, they find themselves wandering to Buddha’s favorite quiet spots—a serene garden, a quiet temple, or just a random rooftop where he’s enjoying the breeze.

#record of ragnarok headcanon #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok imagines #ror imagines #ror hades #ror crossover #ror x reader #not canon #ror buddha #ror apollo #ror hermes #hsr robin #robin!reader

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Does cu chulainn have a favorite daughter and also CAN U GIVE US AN EXAMPLE OF LUISNE AND CU CHULAINN OR HER WITH HER BROTHER PLSLS🙏🙏😭😭 IM DYING TO SEE HOW THEY INTEŔACT

cú chulainn does have a favorite lowkey but because he's one of the yans who actually loves his kids, it's not that obvious. it's not like poseidon who makes it DAMN obvious that his fav kid is percy. cú chulainn's not blatant with it and it's more like "this kid's my favorite cuz she causes me the least panic" and not like "this kid is my favorite because she's the only one i love, i couldn't care less about the other worthless children" (like poseidon LMAO) 😭😭😭

since i don't have the other kids' personalities ready yet, i can't say which would be his fav

AND AS FOR THE LUISNE ONE, I NEED MORE SPECIFICSSSSSS 😭😭😭

i can list out these fun facts tho:

luisne once demanded tanzania, brazil, and russia because they produce the most gemstones or certain ones that she likes. cú chulainn ACTUALLY was gonna take over those countries, but percy stopped him 💀

luisne eats with gem-encrusted utensils. she also eats with gem-encrusted bowls, plates, goblets, etc

luisne once cried because cearbhall sat on one of her tiaras and his stupid fat ass broke it. cú chulainn yelled at him 😭😭😭

her first word was "GIMME 👹" and she was pointing at some random goddess' ruby diadem. cú chulainn snatched it right off the poor lady's head so he could give it to his baby 💀 percy was not impressed

luisne has an entire floor to herself at the palace and over a hundred rooms on that floor are full of her things

she is a kleptomaniac, but not the sneaky kind 😭 if she sees something she likes, she takes it and doesn't care if anyone sees. it's hers now. people let her do it because if they try to take it back, her daddy would kill them 😭

everyone is terrified whenever her birthday comes. because percy is percy and she loves her kids, she ALWAYS celebrates her babies' birthdays every year. luisne's birthday parties are terrifying because if she doesn't like a present, cú chulainn would actually try to kill the gifter for daring to give her a "bad present" 💀

cearbhall and cú chulainn kill at least 50 servants per year because they did something luisne didn't like (didn't clean one her gems well enough, didn't prepare for her a dress she liked, etc.). the reason the number's so low is because percy is sometimes around to actually stop them 💀

when poseidon or beelzebub are nearby, she actually behaves and sticks close to her parents or siblings. this is because those two genuinely scare her 💀💀💀 they've never done anything to her so dw, but they're just TERRIFYING to be around 💀💀💀

when she was little, she ate a diamond but they didn't taste good so she decided not to eat her gems anymore

she DOES however, eat meals with edible gold leaves. all her meals henceforth have gold leaves. percy incorporates gold leaves into every meal she cooks or bakes because she knows luisne likes them 💖💖💖

when cú chulainn learned of this, he had no idea wtf that was and got her an actual leaf made of gold for her to eat and she got angry and threw it at him 😭

she doesn't like any of the luxury brands in midgard because they're too ugly and cheap for her 😂😂😂

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues #👸🏻| midnight morphine

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MARDI GRAS— avengers x reader

WARNINGS: drinking, mention of flashing people

The streets of New Orleans buzzed with energy, music floating through the air and laughter echoing off cobblestone roads. Beads glimmered from balconies, drinks sloshed in hands, and the excitement was electric. From the safehouse, the Avengers lounged, some watching from the balcony while others stayed inside.

Y/N stood by the door, adjusting her jacket with a grin. “Alright, I’m heading out to experience Mardi Gras properly. Who knows? Maybe I’ll come back with some beads.”

Steve Rogers crossed his arms, a soft, concerned smile tugging at his lips. “Be careful, alright? It gets crazy out there. Have fun, but keep your wits about you.”

Tony Stark lifted his drink in a casual salute. “Yeah, yeah. Have fun, break some hearts, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He paused, considering. “Actually, scratch that. Definitely don’t do everything I’d do.”

Natasha Romanoff chuckled from where she lounged on the couch. “Good luck. Try not to start any bar fights.”

Sam Wilson added with a grin, “And don’t come back beadless, or we’ll know you didn’t really party.”

Wanda gave Y/N a small, warm smile. “Stay safe. And maybe don’t tell me what you did to get those beads.”

Pietro, sprawled in an armchair, smirked lazily. “Oh, I hope you come back with a story. The more scandalous, the better.”

Bruce Banner, seated at the table and reading through some research, glanced up from his book. “Mardi Gras, huh? Don’t get into too much trouble, Y/N. And don’t—” He paused, then smiled faintly. “Well, just take care of yourself.”

Thor, ever the optimist, grinned. “Ah, the revelry of Midgard’s finest traditions! Go and enjoy yourself, Lady Y/N! Drink, dance, and wear those beads proudly!”

Clint Barton, sitting on the couch with his bow nearby, gave her a knowing smirk. “Just try not to do anything too crazy out there, yeah?” He gave her a playful wink. “But I have faith in you. You’ll be back with a serious haul.”

Bucky Barnes, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, gave her an amused side glance. “Just don’t end up on the news, okay? I’d rather not have to come bail you out.”

Y/N laughed, tossing a wink over her shoulder as she headed for the door. “No promises.”

A FEW HOURS LATER

The door slammed open with a bang, and Y/N stumbled inside, her laughter loud and bright. Her hair was slightly messy, her cheeks flushed, and in her hand was a massive, sloshing cocktail. But the real showstopper was the mountain of beads wrapped around her neck—strands in every color, thick and heavy, clinking together as she staggered in.

The room fell into stunned silence.

Y/N paused, swaying slightly, her grin mischievous. “Hey, guys,” she slurred, holding up her drink like a trophy. “Miss me?”

Steve sat up straighter, eyes widening. “Y/N…” His gaze dropped to the beads. “You—”

Tony was already grinning like a cat who caught the canary. “Oh, you had fun,” he drawled. “And judging by that bead haul, you had a lot of fun.”

Sam let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s… impressive. Slightly concerning, but impressive.”

Natasha arched a brow, her lips curving into an amused smirk. “So… did you earn those, or are you just really good at catching?”

Y/N wobbled a little, giggling as she plopped down on the couch, the beads jingling with the motion. She took a long sip of her drink, her grin wicked. “Earned,” she said, her voice lilting with mischief. “I definitely earned them.”

Wanda covered her mouth with a hand, eyes wide in shock. “Oh my God.”

Pietro barked out a laugh, clapping his hands together. “I knew it! I knew you’d be trouble. You’re the highlight of my night already.” He leaned forward, grinning like the devil. “How many people did you scandalize?”

Y/N shrugged, tilting her head. “Enough.” She winked, then added, “Maybe too many. But I lost count after the fourth drink.”

Peter Parker, sitting awkwardly in the corner, looked utterly horrified. “Wait, what do the beads mean?” he asked, confused.

Tony didn’t even miss a beat. “It means our girl here went full Mardi Gras tradition. Old school. Flashing-for-beads tradition.”

Peter’s face turned a violent shade of red as he stammered, “O-Oh. Oh.” He immediately buried his face in his hands. Pietro sat up, “you should of invited me, printessa— I would have loved to watch—“ Wanda elbows him, and Y/N laughs, “don’t worry I’ll invite you next time.”

Steve looked half like he wanted to scold her and half like he was genuinely concerned. “Y/N, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

Y/N waved him off, giggling. “I was fine, Steve. I wasn’t alone the whole time.” She gave him a lazy, teasing smile. “Besides, it was fun. Liberating, even.”

Tony raised his glass. “To liberation.”

Sam chuckled. “To beads.”

Pietro grinned. “To chaos.”

Wanda, still stunned, just shook her head with a sigh, though she couldn’t hide her small smile.

Bucky, now standing casually by the door, glanced her way with a smirk. “Well, you definitely committed to the experience.” He gave her a playful look, not the least bit concerned. “Guess you really wanted those beads.”

Y/N chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “What can I say? I’m a woman who knows what she wants.”

Bruce, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, now looked up from his book, his eyebrows raised. “Well… I can’t say I expected this when you left. But as long as you’re okay, I suppose you have every right to celebrate Mardi Gras however you choose.”

Thor, now beaming with his typical enthusiasm, raised his own drink and shouted, “To Lady Y/N! May you never lose the spirit of the celebration!”

Clint, shaking his head with a smirk, leaned back on the couch. “You, my friend, have definitely lived up to the legend.” He eyed the beads with a grin. “Impressive haul. What was it—fifth drink for your last flash?”

“Ha! Way more than that Clint!” She replied, a smirk on her face. Which earned a chuckle from him.

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head, still smirking. “I’ll say this for you—you’re definitely not shy.”

Y/N shrugged, unfazed. “I try to keep things interesting.”

Steve exhaled, resigned but amused. “Just… next time, maybe leave the flashing to Tony.”

Tony lifted his drink again. “I mean, if anyone’s offering—”

“Don’t even think about it,” Natasha warned, though her smirk said she found the whole thing hilarious.

As the laughter echoed through the room, Y/N leaned back into the couch, her drink in hand and beads shining in the warm light. She knew she’d be hearing about this night for weeks—maybe months—but deep down, she didn’t regret a second of it.

And if Bucky was still looking at her with a smirk, well, she’d take that as a win too.

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