#the lady of midgard

[thoughtdaughterdisease]

Masterlist

I write for tf!141 cod characters, criminal minds characters and TWD characters, possibly 9-1-1 characters and marvel, etc.

fluff: ❀

angst: ✢

smut: ✮

Price:

Price at Disney with his gf's 5 yr old daughter ❀

Spencer Reid:

s2 spencer vs s15 spencer ✮

[a-cabin-in-midgard]

Augustarion Day 8: Crossover

Two powerful vampires bonding over some vintage. What are they gossiping about? Wrong answers only.

[remoryu]

some coooooool pics 🩵

other god of war pics (35/?)

[iinexorabile]

8)

The moment he spots her, there Jia goes, smiling and flashing a wink at Two while walking up and leaning in close, to the point where he's draped all over her, "A pleasure to see you again, Lady Two. You have no idea how I have missed your strong embrace."

Jia, running a hand through Two's hair, suavely adds, "I'm sure your people will be happy to see you, as well; we should make it a point to address them, after we finish 'catching up' in here~"

[holdmytesseract]

Loki: *paces slowly and intimidately up and down the room, almost like a predetor*

Loki: As a prince of Asgard and heir to the throne, I've been taught how to fight. I fought a lot of wars in the name of my home; saturated sacred grounds with my blood and that of my enemies. Nowadays, it's my duty and privilege as an Avenger to do the same for your home. For Midgard. Just like my brother, I swore to protect this realm - and I will.

Loki: *stops and turns, then crosses his hands behind his back and takes in an elegant, godlike posture*

Loki: I won't hesitate. I won't yield. I am a prince - a god. Nothing fears me. Nothing in this world will be able to bewitch me and cause the loss of focus and the needed coldheartedness. Nothing-

Little Ella, suddenly barging through the ajar door and interrupting her father: Daddy!

Loki: *starts to smile and completely loses his stoic, threatening and serious demeanor* Hi, baby girl!

Loki: *crouches down to catch her and pick her up* What do you got here, princess?

Ella: Daisy tain! *proudly holds up the daisy chain she made with you*

Loki, smiling even brighter: For me?

Ella, nodding: Uh.Huh.

Loki: *helps Ella's small hands to put it on his head*

Loki: Thank you, princess. *presses kisses against her chubby cheek*

Ella: *wiggles and giggles excitedly in Loki's arms*

Loki: *lets her down on the floor again* Go and make one for uncle Thor as well.

Ella: *nods eagerly and storms out of the room again*

Loki: *clears throat and turns back to the huge monitor inside the conference room; putting back on his stoic, threatening and serious demeanor* Apologies, gentlemen... Where was I?

Some of the most important politicians: *blinking and just staring at Loki*

a/n: This lil' blurb came kinda out of nowhere - and ahhh, I absolutely love it, hehe. 🤭🥰

•☆° Baby Fever Masterlist °☆•

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[bethsvrse]

LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK

(some of my favourite wlw fanfics)

late night confession - wanda maximoff by @lives-in-midgard

puppy love - robin buckley by @elliesmainhoe

glue - ellie williams by @whore-era

new in town - lydia martin by @heliads

make you mind this season - kate bishop by @hard-core-super-star

lady oswald - clara oswald by @lanawinterscigarettes

if I could fly - clara oswald by @wlw-imagines

I want you (bless my soul) - river song by @penguinwithitsarseonfire

trick or treat - maddy perez by @suzar

props to all these writers, should definitely check them out :3

[oristian]

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.

I want to thank @lulybot-blog for this incredible artwork that depicts that scene so well! I am so in awe of this piece and of your talent!

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[nestastits]

You know Nesta really is HER.

She laughed at the children of the blessed.

She can see through Fae glamours and magic.

She told the human queens they were cowards.

She stole from the Cauldron.

She had the Cauldron, the most revered artifact of the fae that has the ability to create life and destroy everything by basically being the womb of the Mother, terrified of her to the point it went after anyone else but her.

She slapped her sister’s toxic fiancé in the face and told him he never deserved her anyway after he insulted her.

She scared off her baby sister’s toxic ex, told him off for his treatment of her sister, pointed her finger at him, and told him she’d rip his head off if he told anyone they were in spring.

She changed the entire trajectory of the books bc Sarah just couldn’t hate her

Sarah’s original plan was to have her with Lucien but the moment Nesta and Cassian saw each other it was a done deal and Sarah (basically the real life mother/cauldron) had to rewrite the books.

She did the math on how many ships the human lands would need in order to evacuate from the war.

She scared a death lord with her Made Sword

She can willed all three dread troves and has a special connection with them to the point of being able to portal them to her

She has a special connection to THE MOTHER. And a bargain with the Cauldron.

She’s been called a Death God, Kingslayer, Lady Death, Queen of Queens, Witch, Pillager of Death, Witch from Oorid, and Death Herself.

She is a Valkyrie and Oristian.

She encouraged some of the priestesses from the library (ones who have spent centuries in there without leaving) to join training by showing them there was nothing to fear.

She got a a usually disdainful blacksmith to smile with her inquisitiveness.

She marked the king with a death promise then beheaded him in the war when she got the chance. And held up his head in victory of her promise being acomplished.

She killed the first Kelpie seen in hundreds of years. Beheaded it and held it’s head in the same way.

She awoke a House and made it sentimental by befriending it with her magic.

She stabbed a man’s dick in the Blood Rite.

She led her team through the Blood Rite. Like any good General would do.

She held the line, giving up the chance of the win, so her found sisters could survive.

She spoke about becoming the leader of the first complete female fighting group in Prythian after five hundred years.

She had actual Death Gods speaking highly of her. Fearing her too.

The most powerful high lord in prythian feared her.

She unmade someone to avenge her mate. Her power stopped time when she unleashed it fully. She saved her sister, nephew, and brother-in-law all in the same morning after completing the blood rite. Gave up a fraction of her power for it, but made a bargain with the cauldron and spoke with the mother. Told her baby sister “I love you” for the first time, this was also the first time Nesta had ever said ily out loud to anyone. Decided that she wanted to have a mating ceremony. Hugged her brother-in-law after his mate and babe almost died even though they had some issues. Again all of this happened in the same morning.

She gave her Mask to an untrustworthy friend and by doing so saved both Prythian and Midgard. Perhaps other worlds and universes too.

She has infinite range👏👏👏

Please add anything that I left out! My girl has done so much I forget to list them all.

[silverflameataraxia]

It's so ironic that Cassian admires Feyre for saving their world and killing a Middengard Wyrm.

Respectfully, dear Cassian, your very own mate has saved all worlds by teaming up with Bryce to defeat the Asteri, free Midgard, and thus end their threat to Prythian and any other world they wanted to invade and enslave; Nesta has killed her very own Middengard Wyrm in a spectacularly epic fashion; she's beheaded Vesperus, an unkillable being; befriended an entire other world; became the first female Oristian; is the sole being who can summon, control, and contain the Dread Trove; beheaded Lanthys, an unkillable being; beheaded a kelpie; Unmade Briallyn; is the first person to Make magical weapons in 15,000 years. And that's just some of Nesta's achievements in the last two books. Don't get me started on all her achievements throughout the entire series 🤣

I don't mind Cassian admiring Feyre, but next book, he better worship the very ground Nesta walks on. She may not be a Cursebreaker, but she's an Intergalactic Savior, Pillager of Death, Lady Death, Witch of Oorid, Queen of Queens, Valkyrie, Oristian...and the future Starborn High Lady of the Dusk Court.

[mischiefmaker615]

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)

Tag List: @foxherder13 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @fire-in-her-veinz @nervouseden @kathren1sky-blog @eleniblue @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @queenofstarsign85 @slytherinqueen4life

[luckyblackcatxiii]

Now that I'm free from merch making, I can finally take some time to do some art fight attacks! Better late than never, right? Thank God for the extension, too!

Lady Midgard belongs to shiba_kiba and Marie belongs to rplmko!

[maybeiwasjustjade]

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.

[magpie-murder]

marvel (mostly asgard) dashboard simulator part 2

also i said this in the tags on the first post but i know this is ooc, it's just for shits and giggles

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Just saw this... Hey @g𝚘d-of-thunder, are you okay?

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Not every thunderstorm is because Thor is upset.

⛈️ god-of-thunder

Some are because I'm excited.

#i'm doing okay

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I can't believe that I have to say this, but the @is-odin-dead-yet blog is so disrespectful. He gave his eye to have the knowledge to protect us, and this is how you treat him? By counting down to his death, for centuries? Get a hobby

🧝🏻‍♀️ amora-enchantricks

This you OP?

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So? What about it?

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Stop

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Stop. I'm serious. It's NOT FUNNY

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G

# yes it is.

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What's a DILF?

✨️ the-dashingest

Just read the replies. Thank you for the explanation. I think I love mortals

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It's useless to ask me for the URL of Prince Loki's secret blog. I may see all, but it is a secret held by a prince, and thus would be treason for me to reveal it.

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heimdall, this is FASCINATING. i love that this counts as a royal secret.

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I do not.

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FINAL ROUND

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I won't choose.

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i can't believe you're pitting two bad bitches against each other

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Baldur is part of the royal family, impervious to harm, as well as kind, brave, caring, just, and true. Vote for Sif!

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She's not even going to care if she wins, but I'm voting for her anyway.

#lady sif propaganda #friendship is magic

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just found out from a friend that a lot of mortals see ravens as a bad omen and a sign of death instead of wisdom lol. maybe the reason odin doesn't want anything to do with midgard is because they don't like his creepy little bird spies

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prince loki just silent reblogged this?

#huginn and muninn slander

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oh come on. it's only been up for half an hour and they already censored the post?

🧝🏻‍♀️ amora-enchantricks

Don't let them silence you. Post it again.

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MCU Timeline: Thor

This timeline is based on the actual data from the movie and other directly connected movies (The Avengers and Thor: The Dark World) and not on Fury's Big Week (see the reason here).

965 AD - The last great war in the Nine Realms. Frost Giants from Jotunheim attack Midgard. Odin's army battles them in Tonsberg, Norway. He loses an eye, but defeats them and takes The Casket of Ancient Winters and Loki, son of Laufey, king of Jotunheim.

~11th century AD - the last time Lady Sif and The Warriors Three visited Midgard.

The main events of the movie take place in November 2011 (see explanation at the end of this post):

Shortly before November 20th - Loki anonymously shows Jotuns a secret passage to Asgard.

~November 20th:

Day-Evening - Thor's coronation ceremony is interrupted by the Jotuns breaking into Odin's Vault. The Destroyer kills them. Thor, Loki, Lady Sif and The Warriors Three go to Jotunheim. Thor starts a fight with Jotuns. Odin takes everyone back to Asgard and banishes Thor, stripping him of his powers.

Night - exiled Thor ends up in Midgard (Puente Antiguo, New Mexico, somewhere near Santa Fe) where Jane Foster, Erik Selvig, and Darcy Lewis accidentally hit him with a car. On top of this, Darcy uses a taser on him and he wakes up in the hospital (though not for long).

In Asgard, Loki learns that he is a Jotun and the son of Laufey. Odin falls into Odinsleep.

~November 21st:

Loki "temporarily" takes the throne of Asgard as the only remaining successor.

Early morning - events of "A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Thor's Hammer" one-shot. Somewhere near Flagstaff, AZ.

Note: locations were determined by the distances on the sign from the one-shot.

Morning - locals find Mjolnir near Thor's landing site. Thor runs out of the hospital. Jane hits him with her car again.

Around noon - Coulson finds Mjolnir. S.H.I.E.L.D. builds a "fortress" around the hammer. The scientists give Thor clothes and food. S.H.I.E.L.D. takes Foster's, Selvig's and Lewis' equipment and all their data.

Note the warm clothes that all the characters wear (except for the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but they always wear suits even if it's freezing outside), the bare trees everywhere, the brown grass and bushes, and the tangerines (their season is late fall - early spring).

Evening - Thor and Jane head to Mjolnir's location.

Night - Thor storms the "fortress" around Mjolnir, but is unable to lift the hammer. S.H.I.E.L.D. places him under arrest, and Coulson attempts to interrogate him. Loki visits him and informs that Odin is dead and Frigga does not want Thor to return. Selvig takes Jane back to their base, but then returns to rescue Thor with a fake driver's license.

Why it's late November: Look at the "DOB," "Issued," and "Expires" dates. They all say November 21st. That's a little weird. We also know that this DL is fake and that it was somehow made by Selvig, Jane, and Darcy on the same night. There will be another fake ID in Iron Man 2 with a date tied to the actual date of the events. Based on these little clues and other things that scream "late November", I would take a chance and guess that this day in Thor is November 21st.

Selvig and Thor talk and drink at a bar. Selvig asks Thor to leave town, but gets drunk and Thor carries him to Jane's van. Jane and Thor spend a PG-13 night together.

Loki goes to Laufey with an offer to let him kill Odin and take the Casket.

~November 22:

Despite Selvig's request, Thor stays.

Lady Sif and the Warriors Three arrive in Midgard.

The battle with the Destroyer. Thor sacrifices himself and dies. Odin sees this, and Mjolnir flies to Thor, now worthy, and brings him back to life.

Notice the store with Christmas decorations in the background.

Loki brings Jotuns to Asgard and then kills Laufey. Thor gets there and fights Loki, who is trying to destroy Jotunheim. Thor destroys the Bifrost to save Frost Giants. Loki falls into the remains of the Einstein-Rosen Bridge.

Early 2012 - Dr. Selvig is invited to work on Project Pegasus (S.H.I.E.L.D.-NASA study of the Tesseract).

Fury's Big Week note: as we can see, the movie tells us in every way that the events take place at the end of the year, and not in late May - early June.

Why 2011:

In The Avengers, Fury mentions that the events of Thor happened "last year." He says that on May 4th, 2012, so "last year" is 2011.

All the clues in the NASA location scene in The Avengers tell us that Dr. Selvig and Clint were there for no more than a few months: Selvig did not have enough time to complete his calculations, did not reach the testing phase, and had not enough time to get closer to Barton. This means he started working on the Tesseract in 2012, not earlier.

Before this, a month or two (not too much, not too little) had passed since the main events of Thor, as evidenced by the way Fury and Selvig talk about it in Thor's mid-credits scene.

It's hard to imagine Loki or Thanos going more than a year without action.

In Thor: The Dark World, Darcy says that Thor was last "gone for two years," that is, if we count from the fall of 2013 (events of Thor: The Dark World, where Thor reunites with Jane), we get the fall of 2011, the exact period we've established here.

Iron Man (2008) Timeline

The Incredible Hulk (2008) Timeline

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) Timeline

The Avengers (2012) Timeline

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 11

Ambrosia | Loki x Reader

You and Loki take time to reconnect after your kidnapping, and Loki is sure to show you that there is no version of himself that doesn't care for you.

Warnings: 18+ language & sexual content. Oral (f receiving), public(ish) sex, Loki duplicates!

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The jet was eerily quiet, even when the sound of the sea had faded into nothing. As soon as you’d emerged from the castle, Thor had wrapped both arms around you and squeezed until Loki had called him a brute and pushed him away so that he could hold you himself. Despite the insult, Thor continued to grin, placing a large hand on top of your head and rubbing it. 

“I can see you will keep my brother on his toes, what trouble you are!” But his words held no malice and he carried on smiling as Loki led you back into the waiting jet. 

Tony, though,  had merely nodded at you, stepping out of his suit and straight into the cockpit, a shout of, “you’d better be able to keep them in line,” aimed at Thor and then you were heading back to the compound, the sky a blur outside of the small windows and your prison merely a spec below. 

Now you were curled over a small table, the tactical plans of Tønsberg  pushed aside while you slept and Loki watched on, wary, one hand on the small of your back and the other curled around the hilt of his dagger, ready to defend you at a moment’s notice. 

Thor seemed oblivious to Loki’s worries, focussed instead on his excitement that Loki would finally be joining him as an Avenger, “and with the Lady too, Loki we shall have an excellent time, just as we did when we were boys.” His hand clapped Loki on the shoulder, despite Loki’s best efforts to shrug him off. 

“Stark has quite the array of weapons and armour, you would enjoy looking through it, I’m sure and -”

Loki took Thor’s paw between his long fingers and moved it away, “it is for a single of your missions only, then my Ásynja and I will be leaving.” 

“The Lady may enjoy being a mighty hero yet, she is surely trouble enough for you, humm?” Thor teased and Loki’s heart sank. It had become a clear and vivid image in his mind, ever since you were taken, that you would no longer trust him and would instead differ your attention back to the Avengers. He could see you now, one of Stark’s ridiculously over engineered outfits slick to your beautiful body, a choice selection of gadgets and unnecessary technology bandaged around your wrists. He couldn’t stand even the thought of it, you were a powerful goddess and he’d never allow you to be disrespected as by these Midgardians. 

“My darling, is a Goddess, far superior to the boorish and ridiculous concerns of Midgard.” Loki indulged himself, he moved his hand in a comforting circle on your back while you mumbled in your sleep, turning your body towards his with a soft smile. His worries eased, even at rest you turned to him, as he looked for you. 

“If you believe so brother, well, then it must be true.” Thor grinned, “I shall help Stark while you stand guard for your Ásynja”

Loki, for once, bit his tongue, his only concern was your safety and comfort, and now that you were alone he could allow his shields to drop, his battle armour to fade into black, though he kept his daggers close about his person. 

“Loki?” You whispered, lifting yourself enough to really look at him. He looked as tired as you felt, a swipe of purple below his blue green eyes. Concern faded into affection and his arms opened, inviting you fully into his welcoming embrace. 

“Yes, my darling?” Loki smoothed a hand down your cheek, cradling you gently and turning your gaze to meet his. 

“I’m glad you’re here, that we’re here together.” You whispered, nuzzling into him and inhaling the deep scent of amber and spice, sweet and deep and mysterious. Loki’s heart swelled, the worry that had been growing like a fire was banked for now, but still simmering in his thoughts. For now, he could enjoy your trust and he would deal with his promise to Stark later. 

You missed Tønsberg, despite only spending a short time in the fishing village it had already gained a place in your heart, intrinsically entangled with your feelings for Loki, stronger now that you had been apart and seen the extent of his promise to you. He would keep you safe, and you believed him, the memory of his eyes, wild with fury as he killed your guard, the blood spilling across the floor, the metallic scent of it stinging your senses. Every time your traitorous heart doubted him you took yourself back to that moment, whenever your nightmares rattled you, you thought of his strong hands, clutching you so desperately. 

The bedroom assigned to you in the compound was more luxurious and comfortable than it had been before, but it was thankfully still near enough to Loki’s room that you could easily see him whenever you wanted.

Despite your best attempts at making do, it wasn’t the same as your fantasies of a home in Tønsberg.  Loki enjoyed fine things but, regardless of the images you’d seen on the television and the way the Avengers discussed him, he was not greedy. You had seen his home from across the bay, a modest stone built house that you hoped one day you would be able to explore. Not the glass and metal office block that the Avengers called home. 

As you lay back on your bed, your belly full for the first time in weeks, your body clean and warm from your bath, wrapped in a soft cotton dressing gown, you were at least thankful for these small mercies . But you still didn’t feel comfortable. 

Your mind called to him, uncontrollable and urgent, a request, a prayer and then, as if he had truly heard you, a knock on your door. 

Scrambling to your feet you pulled your robe tighter around yourself and cracked open the door. 

“Good evening,” Loki stood a step back from the door, hands held politely behind his back in a way that accentuated his broad shoulders, the lean muscles that crossed his chest pulled his t-shirt tight, showing off the extent of his godly strength, contained so casual beneath what you were sure was soft cotton. 

“Hi, Loki,” you stepped back, allowing him to follow you into his room, though he waited near the door. Since your return, an awkward pall had fallen over you both, confusing the state of your relationship despite the way he’d kissed you during your rescue. 

Loki, feeling guilty and culpable for your capture, had stayed mostly away, though he shot the most pining of looks in your direction whenever you were around. And you had inexpertly dodged any conversation that sought to solidify or label the way that you behaved around each other. There had been no official conversation and, to your own knowledge, you were either betrothed to or, worse, already married to a Lord of Vannaheim. 

“I was passing by and wondered if you’d accompany me to dinner tonight?” Loki asked, formally, his face schooled to hide his worry. 

You looked down at yourself, you’d been reluctant to get dressed properly since you returned. Even clothes feeling like a restriction, but you did want to go with Loki, you yearned to spend time in his presence again just to stop that roiling feeling that had been building inside of you. 

“I’ve not got anything to wear,” you knew the excuse was lame and you cringed as you said it, but you wanted to see what he’d say, what he’d do, if this was how you had to be for a while. 

“That’s no real concern, you and I can both create whichever luxury your heart desires.” Loki’s smile was indulgent, hiding his thoughts about all of the beautiful, alluring outfits he had planned when you came to him again, because he knew you would, even if he had to tease you back out of your shell. 

“I know I should be able to but-” you sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “I’m having trouble with it again. I know I should just be able to remember, but it’s hard and, well, I was dressed up like a doll when I was locked up. I don’t want to be a doll.” 

Loki crossed the room in long strides and then lowered himself to one knee before you. The ever confident God took your hands and held them close, tipping your chin up again. “You are not a doll. You are a Goddess, Ásynja, a Goddess and you will be and wear and look like whatever you choose. If you wish to accompany me to dinner in your robe, then so be it.” 

Loki’s hand fluttered, revealing his own robe, although the green silk was very different to the pink terry cloth that you favoured. Unbidden your eyes drifted down the revealed v at his chest, and the long lines of his bare legs. 

“I want to come with you, I just don’t feel like a Goddess.” You admitted, eyes fixed to his bare calves to hide your face from him. 

“What would make you feel like a Goddess?” 

“I like your cape, your cloak? It looks so regal, and I’ve been doing some reading about my mother, Brigid.” Tears welled in your eyes, when Brunnhilde had shown you your childhood on Asgard and you’d been drawn to the vision of your mother, but you hadn’t remembered her, not really. It had been such a long time since you’d seen her, and whatever spell they had cast or potion you’d been taking to suppress your memories had pushed her deep into the recesses of your mind. But she had worn a cape of green and blue, like rich sage and the rolling winter sea, and you wanted one too. 

“If my Ásynja desires a cape, then a cape you shall have.” 

Unlike the rune magic of your prison, Loki’s magic felt warm when it poured over you, as if you were submerging yourself in a warm bath of his attentions. Your robe was replaced with a thick velvet cape of deepest forest green velvet. 

As it settled around you, Loki’s magic caressing you through every fibre, your own magic sang back. Quiet and shy, but determined, and you allowed it to swell over you body encasing you in a matching, silk, wrap dress, your magic flickered silver, tying a bow at your hip with a flourish. 

Loki beamed at you, pride and pleasure at one in his handsome features. “Now you simply have to accompany me to dinner, a lady so beautiful shouldn’t have to be alone.” He held his arm out and you tucked your hand into his elbow, allowing him to lead you from the room. 

Even if your fellow compound residents had wanted to comment on your dress, or on you leaving your room for the first time all week, one look from Loki would have silenced them as you walked through the common room. He commanded the space as if he ruled it and in an effort to keep pace with his long strides you could feel your posture lengthening, your shoulders back and head held him. 

Walking through the bare, cold, halls of the compound normally felt so empty and uncanny, but wrapped in Loki’s colours you felt not just warm, but cared for. Protected. Loki himself had foregone his usual green and gold for the evening, choosing instead a sapphire blue suit. 

Beside him you truly felt like you could be the Goddess he believed you were. 

It seemed he was determined to treat you like a Goddess as well. 

Where you had expected an Avengers town car, Loki had led you to his own Jaguar, so dark green it was almost black and with leather seats stitched with his insignia. 

When you had anticipated a meal in the common room, Loki had booked a private room at an exclusive restaurant, it’s dining room dark and moody with only the flicker of candle light to illuminate the other diners. 

And if you thought you were getting anything but the best, you were mistaken. Loki was the perfect gentleman, pulling out your chair and ensuring your glass was never empty. Before you could even worry about your past ordeal or what would come next, Loki was stroking your hand and kissing your palm. 

“This is all, it’s a lot, Loki. It’s very nice, but I've never been somewhere like this before.” You whispered, worried about drawing the attention of the waitress hovering by the curtained doorway.

“I can assure you, my darling, you have lived a life of greater luxury than this.” 

“I thought you couldn’t remember me either?” 

“Our noble King deigned to share the memory of your afternoon together after you went missing and it sparked many memories for myself, and for Thor. I am quite sure you spent many years in the epitome of luxury, this is merely a detour on your way back to your throne.” He kissed the back of your hand again before sipping slowly on the rich red wine he’d ordered for you both. 

“Don’t mention thrones for goodness sake, I wasn’t happy about it back then and I’m not entirely sure I want it now.” You scoffed. 

Loki looked back at his menu nonchalantly, “and would you wish to stay with the Avengers instead?” He asked. He had yet to mention the deal he’d made when he secured their support in your rescue and, while he didn’t want to ruin your evening together, the truth would come out sooner or later. 

“God no,” you scoffed and Loki watched as you chewed your thumb, scanning over the menu items and humming as you thought. 

The heavy feeling that had been constricting his chest lightened, you’d been happy to see him, yes. But he’d felt hollow at the thought of you staying with the Avengers instead.

“So what do you want to do then?” 

You shrugged, unsure, “gosh, Loki, who knows.” 

“Did you like Tønsberg  ?” 

“Yes,” 

“How would you like to stay with me then?” He smiled, extending his hand and his heart, waiting for you to say no and make the killing strike. 

But no such blow arrived. 

“I’d love that,” your smile was broad but soft, lighting your eyes, “let’s toast to it.” You held your glass out and rang it against Loki’s, falling into his stormy gaze, “when can we go?” 

During your captivity you’d spent hours lying in bed dreaming of Tønsberg, of Loki and the life that you could have together and now it was really coming true. 

“Well,” Loki pulled his glass back, setting it carefully to one side and folding his long fingers together. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.” 

“Yes?” The way you looked at him made his chest tighten again, the excitement and trust in your eyes was unbearable. 

“I required a certain amount of…support, when I came to find you.” He started and you continued to smile gently, cupping your chin in your palm, he watched your eyelashes brush against your cheek and wished he could kiss you there instead. “And the Avengers gave their support -  however,” he kept talking, cutting you off so he could keep his momentum now that he was finally going to admit the truth, “however, I did have to make certain bargains with Stark that include…working for them, both of us working for them.” 

“Working for them?” You sat back in your chair, the candle light picking out the creases in your frown. “I hadn’t made any decision about that really - not until you asked me just now. Why even mention it if I don’t have a choice?” 

Norns, he was losing you, you were angry and rightly so, the thought of working with those self righteous show oafs was awful 

“I wanted you to know that you have other options, there’s no call for you to rely on them if you have other plans or ambitions. There will always be a place for you in Tønsberg   - there will always be a place for you with me.” He ended, eyes pleading for you to understand. 

“Then I suppose I’d better honour whatever deal you made with Stark and - and I think you will have to honour your deal with me, because I want to go with you when this is all over, I don’t trust them anymore.” 

You took his hand, squeezing it hard enough that his ring dug into his finger, a reminder of your devotion and his stupidity for ever doubting you. Despite oceans of time, the width of the galaxy and the work of his father you were still together, and still strong. 

“I’m glad you came to my room tonight.” You whispered, leaning closer over the small table to press a kiss to his cheek, the smell of your perfume filling his senses. Beneath your lips, Loki’s skin was soft and warm, your nose brushing against his sharp cheekbone before pulling back to press your lips against his ear. “I can’t wait for you to take me back there.” 

“I see you’re feeling bold tonight, Ásynja.” He growled back, his hand behind your head when you tried to pull back, instead he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, his lips slotting against your own as if you were always meant to fit together.

“Why wait?” 

“What?” 

Before you could think, familiar hands tugged you back, gliding down your shoulders to your arms and keeping you pinned in your chair. 

“Be good for us, my darling.” Loki purred, picking up his glass again and swirling the wine around inside, idly watching it dribble back into the glass while your heart hammered in your chest. 

“Us?” 

You had known, instinctively, but turning your head to see the vision of another Loki still made you start. The last time such a vision had appeared to you they had been cruel and something deep inside twisted with fear. The vision loosened their grip in response, trailing their fingers up and down the delicate skin on the inside of your wrist until they felt your heartbeat slow again. 

“I know what they did to you in that tower, I know the sorts of powers and tortures men like that find amusing.” There was a furious edge to Loki’s voice that you’d heard many times, usually aimed at your fellow housemates. “I know what they did and I want to show you that I am always yours, my darling, my Ásynja, and that any image of me belongs to you wholly.” 

The vision began placing the softest of kisses up the column of your neck. Mere brushes of their lips that tingled with magic. 

“I belong to you, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that every facet of me brings only pleasure and never pain.” The vision kissed you again, teeth gently nipping your pulse point, “well, only pleasurable pain.” He winked. 

“Oh - OH - I believe you.”

Heat was pooling between your legs, liquid and languid, it flowed through your veins to the ethereal Loki that was teasing you so thoroughly, barely touching you but lighting sparks of electricity that flowed through your veins. 

Before you the tablecloth rustled and your chair moved, squeaking on the parquet floor, until your legs were hidden under the neatly pressed fabric. “Loki - oh my - fuck!” 

Across the table, Loki smirked, below it, his duplicate had parted your legs and pushed his face between your thighs. Where the first was delicate and teasing, the second was rough and needy, lapping stripes along the already damp gusset of your panties before holding them aside with one long finger and burying his tongue inside of you. 

“Fuck? Yes, that is the general idea, my darling.” He relaxed back into his chair, enjoying the view of your writhing body, his own hands itching to touch you. Through his illusions he could feel the trembling of your legs, the heat of your skin and the delicious ambrosia hidden between your thighs. But it was merely a hint, a scent, rather than the taste and he wished to feel his sense with you. 

With a wave of his hands the sensations vanished and your eyes shot open to see him before you, a God, resplendent in his tight Asgardian leather, the shine of rich forest green seemed endless in the candlelight, as if you could fall into him and be lost forever. 

“I must have you again, Ásynja, my darling, my Estrid, my goddess.” He held his right hand out, the left tucked formally behind his back. 

“You have all of me too, Loki, my Prince, my God.” You placed your hand in his and in a flash you were in his arms, his hands splayed across your back holding you close and you allowed your hands to slide up his firm biceps to his shoulders. “Take me home so we can worship each other.” 

<<Chapter 10

Chapter 12 >>

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In my Solitude

Thor x Reader x Loki - Asgard AU

18+ | contains smutty themes + adult themes etc. angst

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“And you’re sure?” You questioned cautiously, looking up at the nurse.

“Positive my lady” she nodded.

“No one can know, you mustn’t tell a soul” you threatened.

“Of course my lady” she nodded again as you began to stand, feeling a little lightheaded.

“Tell me about Midgard” you requested, your head against Loki’s arm as you looked up at the stars from your perch on one of the balconies. Taking the almost empty bottle of mead from your hand, Loki took a swig before he spoke.

“Well, I suppose it’s like here but with fewer stars” he answered.

“Really?” You asked, awestruck.

“Well there’s a few differences like they don’t have any magic there they have something else called technology and the music y/n, the music is dulcet. The harmonious melodies they have there are the real magic.”

“Really?” You gasped.

“Really” he smiled, glancing down at you before looking at the sky again “and they’ve got different countries with different rules and different rulers” he continued.

“I bet you would be the best ruler, you could rule them all” you giggled.

“I agree,” he nodded, “although I don’t think they’ll take kindly to that.”

“You’re wasted here” you murmured, looking up at him.

“How so?” Loki questioned, looking down at you.

“Here you’re cast to the shadows, always following in his footsteps but elsewhere you’d be able to shine, you’d be a king Loki” you grinned.

Loki let the words linger for a moment before he spoke.

“A king needs a queen,” he stated.

“We get along, I could be your queen” you suggested playfully.

“Yeah?” Loki smiled.

“Yes” you nodded, your gaze dipping to Loki’s lips as his lowered to yours. The tense seconds that passed between you both felt like hours as you ripped your stares apart, Loki clearing his throat.

“But alas, you’re promised to someone else” he continued the conversation.

“Well I’ll run away if you will,” you laughed.

“Yeah, we’ll meet at the palace gates and run off into the sunset together” Loki chuckled.

“Stranger things have happened my friend, stranger things” you smiled before a comfortable silence settled between you both.

“Will you take me one day, Loki, to Midgard?” You requested.

“I’d do anything you ask” he answered quickly, too quickly.

Eventually, the two of you decided to head back to your chambers, Loki helping you to yours as you stumbled over your own feet, giggling with each step. Allowing you to lean on him, Loki guided you towards your bed before you inelegantly threw yourself into it, rushing underneath the duvet. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, knowing you wanted to say something.

“Yes?” He prompted.

“I want to hear more about Midgard,” you asked.

“Of course you do,” he smiled, noticing your shiver before he clicked his fingers, igniting the fireplace as you moved across the bed to the other side, gesturing for him to lay down. Without pulling the duvet back, Loki laid down and began to speak as your eyes fell closed.

“And that’s not even the half of it” he finished, placing a kiss against your cheek as he heard your breathing even out. Standing to his feet, he looked at you for a moment, the rise and fall of your chest before he silently bid you goodnight and left your chambers.

Waking up the following morning, you cursed Thor’s mead as your head throbbed. Like most mornings, your chambermaids bathed you, clothed you and fed you before reading your daily schedule. Today you had meetings with your ladies in waiting, meetings that mostly consisted of you sitting bored as you sipped tea. As you left your chambesr to attend the first meeting of the day, you spotted Loki heading towards one of the training rooms. Dismissing your escort, you followed Loki, slipping in behind him before the door closed. You watched him, intrigued as he began laying out various weapons from the weapons vault, his back to you as you slowly stepped towards him.

“You know it isn’t polite to stare”

You gasped, your breath escaping you as Loki spoke in your ear. Spinning around, you were met by Loki who was smiling coyly at you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the other Loki practically disappear.

“A clone” you figured.

“You shouldn’t be in here” he smirked “this is my domain”

“Is that a threat?” You stood your ground as Loki began to circle you.

“Merely a statement, a fact if you will,” he shrugged.

“There isn’t anywhere in the palace I don’t have access to, this room, your domain included” you smiled smugly.

“I don’t doubt that,” he agreed. “However there are certain places that have certain rules, rules that must be abided by, even by you” he spoke.

“Such as?” You ventured.

“No one enters this room and leaves without a fight” he informed you.

“Am I supposed to be scared?” You smiled.

“Very” he answered in a tone that could have been mistaken for sultrily, a tone that made you falter for a moment before composing yourself again. “I promise, I’ll go easy on you” he assured.

“Oh Loki, the last thing I want is for you to go easy on me” you dared.

“So you want it hard then?” He smirked.

“I was trained as a Valkyrie Loki, do you want it hard?” You rebutted.

“Very well” he began, taking a dagger from his ankle holster and handing it to you “are you sure you’re dressed appropriately?” He asked, eyeing the dress draped over your body, touching the floor. Using the dagger, you tore the bottom of the dress off to allow your feet to move more freely before nodding.

“Give me your best shot” you spoke before you and Loki began to fight. Your blades clashed against one another as you dodged eachothers attacks. You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face at the feeling of a sharp dagger in your hand again, the feeling of fighting again; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this alive. You could tell Loki was holding back. He was one of the most skilled fighters in the nine realms and yet you had managed to nick at his skin a couple of times.

“Stop holding back” you shouted over the clanging of metal and your heavy breathing paired with his.

“I’m not, maybe you’re just that good,” Loki answered.

“Nonsense” you huffed, holding the dagger against his throat.

“Fine” he caved in, wrapping his arm around your back as he pulled you against him “if you step backward, this dagger plunges into your back.”

“And if you step forward, this dagger slices your throat” you shot back, your eyes boring into one another’s.

“So, we find ourselves in quite the predicament” he voiced.

“Although I’m at an advantage” you spoke, causing Loki’s smile to fall as you stepped back a little, freeing yourself from his grip as his dagger pierced through your dress, penetrating your skin a little.

“Y/n!” Loki gasped, dropping his dagger as he spun you around.

“It’s fine, just a little scratch, these dresses have such thick corsets attached” you dismissed.

“I could have seriously hurt you” Loki reprimanded you, untying the strings of your corset “let me heal you” he offered, removing your corset and placing his hand over the graze. The area felt cool for a moment before Loki let go. Unlike the last time in your chambers, you were wearing undergarments so your body wasn’t completely unclad, not that you would have minded with the way Loki was looking at you, forcing himself to focus on your eyes, hungry as you turned to face him.

“So, I win?”

“Get out y/n” Loki spoke, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Sorry I—” you began.

“Go, now!” He raised his voice a little, catching you off guard as you quickly spun around and headed for the door.

Bit of an abrupt ending 🤣

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