#they read as an unsuccessful Sif to me

[vampiromano]

wondering about Loop's thoughts on the party. since they're absolutely Siffrin even if they refuse to tell me about it. do they miss them? do they envy Siffrin? did theirs die? did they even get to the point where they're properly close to them? I'm guessing not, since they poked fun at 'family members'. but if so how did their loops turn out? I can't imagine the answer being WELL if they ended up A Star and Not Close To Their Friends

[loki-godofmischief-myking]

Love Is For The Foolish (7)

Loki x Asgardian!Reader

Warning: This part sort of relies on you having seen Thor (2011) to know what is happening between/during the events I have written out. Also it does change some stuff around because I am basically writing you into the movie so to say.

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Chapter 7: Frostbite

The day of Thor’s coronation had come. While everyone was rejoicing you were trying your best not to allow your true emotions to surface. It was difficult when the source of all your emotional turmoil was standing right beside you.

“What have you done this time?” Lady Sif asked as she watched you quickly let go of Loki’s arm as soon as you stood in your rightful place.

Loki gave her a pointed look but did not dignify her with an answer.

Queen Frigga closed her eyes and inwardly sighed at the sight of your distant look. You were far from the loving couple you once were. As of late, you two seemed to fight more often than not and it worried her. Whatever transgressions kept you from even glancing at her son she knew it had to be of his own fault.

Your eyes shifted over to Odin who surprisingly gave you a nod. This was about the best interaction you could ever get out of him so you returned the gesture and went back to fixating on a distant wall until Thor entered.

Thor’s entrance had heads turning, cheering for their soon to be King.

His blue eyes landed on yours momentarily. Their brightness coaxed a slight smile from you that did not go unnoticed by Loki.

“If you are trying to anger me-”

“Do not flatter yourself. My life does not revolve around you Loki.” You maintained a smile to hide your argument from wandering eyes.

Ever since he took your necklace you had reverted back to your old ways of opposing and refusing the dark prince. Only now he was your husband, making it much more difficult.

The room fell silent as Odin began to make his proclamation. 

“On this day I Odin, Allfather, proclaim you...”

Thor’s smile fell as Odin stopped, sensing an interruption.

Forgetting your own woes you turned to Loki with worry. He did not seem at all changed until you held onto him when Odin slammed Gungnir down. 

Loki put his hand atop yours assuring you everything was alright before going off to the vault with Thor and his father. 

Now that you were alone Frigga came to you. “Come, my dear, we shall keep the peace here.”

\\\

When Loki told you of what happened you were shocked. The very mention of Jotun’s made your skin crawl. They had been responsible for your father’s death. Had he made it back from the war in Jotunheim perhaps you would have had a chance at a much more normal upbringing. At least one with a lot less resentment.

“What is going to happen?”

“Nothing,” Loki sighed. “Unless my brother has his way.”

“Why?” you asked increasingly worried.

“He wants to teach them a lesson for having broken the truce.”

“Loki you can not go to Jotunheim.” You held onto him refusing to let go. If you could prevent him from going you would. There was no way you would lose someone else to the realm.

Loki was pleased with the way the event had absolved your anger towards him. Now you were clinging to him, begging him not to go. He “Do not worry,” he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “I will come back as soon as I can convince my brother that he is making a mistake. But perhaps you should warn my father.”

You looked up at him full of worry. “Please don’t...” the word would not leave your lips for fear it might become reality.

He held your face in his hands taking in the beauty of all your features. “I would never leave you.” His lips met yours in a chaste kiss before leaving to find his brother.

Like he asked, you went to Odin when he did not return swiftly. Figuring he had been unsuccessful in keeping Thor from endangering their lives you went to Odin.

You swore you never saw more emotion on his face than now. He was furious and concerned for his children. “Why did you not stop them!”

“I-”

Queen Frigga stepped in to protect you from Odin’s wrath. She reminded him you had done no wrong. “She has come to you, as far as I am concerned Y/N has done the right thing.”

Odin did not apologize but acted on your word and went to the Bifrost.

“I know this is not easy for you,” Frigga placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Loki will not suffer your father’s fate.”

You nodded, “I want to believe that as well but I can not help being uneasy. Something fills me with guilt and regret.”

“Guilt?”

You nodded, “May I enter the vault?”

With Frigga’s approval, you went down to the dark abyss of the vault. It was quite dark and vast, your every footstep echoed off the walls. Your eyes did not deviate from the casket’s blue glow. Then they went to the ground where you could see the remains of a Jotun hand reaching out of the now frozen waters.

There was no way to describe the urge you had to touch the limb. But, you were a knowledgable person, you had read about these frost giants. Had you laid a finger on it you would succumb your own appendage to frostbite. That did not stop you from touching the icy waters.

A familiar feeling overcame you, it literally pulled you into the icy dark waters.

The loud splash caught the guard’s attention as you plunged less than gracefully. They quickly came to your aide, a couple jumping in to pull you out as more waited to receive you.

“Your Highness are you alright?” Alert was high as they feared another Jotun attack.

You were left shaking by the icy dip. “I-am f-fi-” you settled for a nod when your teeth shattering barely allowed a coherent word. 

Everyone fussed over you as you made way to your room. Maids ambushed you with warm linens while others ran ahead to get a bath started for you. They urged you out of the soaking gown to keep you from falling ill.

“Shall I bring a healer, your Highness?”

"Truly, I am fine. Just a bit lightheaded if I’m being honest but nothing a healer is needed for.”

The maid nodded in understanding before letting herself out.

Once you were truly alone your mind began to replay what you had felt, what you had seen in the depths of the water. That was not your first time there. It seemed you could sense a part of you in the distance.

You unconsciously began to toy with the chain of your crystal when you realized you had felt that particular sensation before- around your neck. It was the suffocating feeling of your own seidr in all its raw emotion. You felt it when you had felt its wrath, the guilt of having killed as a newborn, and now as you felt somehow you had been responsible for the Jotuns coming in.

“Loki...” you muttered before seizing all movement. Even your breathing had stopped at the possibility.

\\\

As Odin was carried away by the guards a single one stayed behind with Loki informing him of another person they had carried out earlier. “Your Highness, the princess was down here earlier. She fell into the waters-”

“What!” Loki pushed his own emotional turmoil aside at the mention of his wife. The guard assured him you had been escorted to your room with no visible injuries but Loki had to see for himself. He was cautious of what you might have been doing down there but his worry was greater.

He rushed into the bedroom in search of you only to be ambushed himself. 

Your arms immediately wrapped around Loki thankful that he had come back unharmed. The crippling fear of losing him to Jotunheim outweighing the conclusion you had yet to confirm. “Thank Odin, you have returned.”

Loki tensed at your remark. Silently, he began stroking your freshly washed hair in a soothing manner catching the fragrant scent of the lavender oil you frequented. Now he understood the allure of it as it became synonymous with you. He was much calmer now that he was in your presence.

“Are you well?” You worried as he felt much cooler to the touch than usual. A warm bath had helped you recover from the icy dip you imagined it would do him some good too. You thought of suggesting it but he would not seize his hold on you. 

It was all too offputting.

“Loki-”

“I’ve been lied to all my life,” he interjected. “I am no son of Odin or prince of Asgard.”

“What?”

Loki finally let go of you to put some distance between you two so he may show you what he really was. “I now understand why Odin favored Thor so much, why he insisted on making him King when he was not fit. I never had a chance.” Loki’s skin turned blue, his eyes red, and markings littered his face. “I am Loki Laufeyson, prince of Jotunheim.”

Your hands covered your mouth in shock by what you were witnessing. A part of you felt it was one of Loki’s tricks again but the sadness in his eyes was genuine. “Loki-” you tried getting close but stopped remembering you could not touch a Jotun. Then your mind began racing with the fact that you had touched him many times before and he, you. Was he truly a frost giant?

“I am of the same lineage as the monsters who killed your father.”

Your heart sank hearing him refer to himself as a monster. “Loki you are not one of them.”

“But I am!” He walked closer making you retreat until your back was to the bedroom door. “I have been lied to all my life. This is my true form. Had I known- you would never, could never love me this way.” 

The look of resent and defeat hardened your resolve. You closed your eyes as your hand made contact with his cheek immediately burning you. “Ah! You are not,” you forced the words through gritted teeth.

Loki immediately let his alabaster skin return. “Fool,” he reprimanded as he held your hand in his examining the extent of your injury. 

“You are the fool!” You pulled your hand away from him refusing his help to cure it despite the gut-wrenching pain you felt. The entirety of your arm was going numb as your nerves burned. You were beginning to perspire from the pain as your own healing kicked in. You wanted to yell at him for being a hypocrite but you could not handle it much longer. “If I ever stop loving you it will be because you used me for your own personal gain.”

“Let me see your hand-”

“No!” you staggered away.

“Y/N give me your hand!”

“What did you do that night Loki? When you took the hematite?” Tears rolled down your cheeks unbeknownst to you or him if they were from the physical or emotional pain. “Did you only marry me to use my dark s-” You did not finish as you finally fainted from the overwhelming ordeal. Exhausted in mind and body.

Loki caught you bringing you to lay on the bed. “Stubborn woman,” he cursed as he hurried to heal you, he himself being emotionally drained. 

You weakly attempted to move your hand, “Don’t touch me...”

“Only if you listen.” HIs hands held yours tenderly before kissing the palm in retaliation to your rebellion against him. “Yes, I used your dark seidr to create a portal which the Jotuns could use to access the vault without Heimdall’s notice.” He looked away hesitating to continue. 

You sighed feeling relieved in some odd way. Now you knew why you harbored a guilty conscience. This day could not have been anymore taxing on you than it already was. 

“But you should never doubt my feelings for you,” Loki sincerely confessed. As soon as your hand was back to normal he knelt down on the floor at your bedside thinking how you were the only one who could ever put him in such a position. He had lost so much already, he couldn’t lose you too. “I have lost so much already...”

Incredibly angry and incredibly foolishly you still felt for this man. Love kept you anchored to him despite his ways. Even if he did not voice his concerns you heard them in your heart. Loki was concerned you would leave him in his time of need.

“There is something I told Sigyn before I was won over by your charms that references this exact moment.” You advised Sigyn to marry a man who would seek more than just sexual satisfaction. “Spouses are always bound to fight, although none as much as we do.” The two of you shared a knowing nod and chuckle at the accurate sentiment. “But I also feel no one understands and loves as much as we do.”

You held his hands helping him up to stand with you. 

Loki smiled as relief washed over him as your words got to him. You were truly his greatest accomplishment. There was no one he would ever desire in his lifetime. 

“I assure, you will never lose me.” You inched forward as he did the same. Slowly but surely your lips were reacquainted with one another. The slow passionate kiss did not resolve everything but it was a good place to start.

Loki did not take the moment for granted. He knew what awaited him the moment he stepped back out there. WIth Thor banished to Midgard and Asgard’s king in Odinsleep, Loki would have to face Queen Frigga- another person who lied to him. 

Everything seemed so uncertain out there.

But for now, he would enjoy the one part of his life he was certain about.

You.

-end-

A/N: From here on out it will get angsty and some people might get hurt. After this is the whole scene in Thor where Frigga makes Loki King and he starts losing it so prepare yourselves.

Tag List: @drakesfiance​ @sweetacp

[crowkingwrites]

Return (Pt.3)

Pairing: Loki/ Reader

Summary:  (Loki Imagine: Imagine Thanos targeting Loki’s lover to punish him for his failure to get the Tesseract.) Taken from tumblr. Thor finds you during an intense mission with the Avengers. After disobeying Steve’s orders and saving you, Thor is cornered. Who are you? What were you doing there? How did Thor know you? Knowing he has to answer all of these questions, Thor explains everything.

Words: 1629

Tag: @newtycuty

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7616194/chapters/20639431

She stared at Thor only for a second until the sting of the IVs hit her. She looked at herself more. She saw an IV hooked up to her left hand. Her right hand looked perfectly fine, and her body was covered in blankets upon blankets. Looking around, she saw the bright light above her shining down on her like a spotlight. Besides the bed, there was only one chair and it was scooted all the way up next to her. She had a visitor. Did Thor stay with her all this time?

She looked through the glass. Thor and the person he was talking to did not notice her yet. (Y/N) tried yelling at the glass, but no luck. She tried waving her arms around still no luck. She thought of a way, but it would be slightly painful. She tugged at the IVs and winced.

‘No, I have had worse pain than this. I can do this. It’s just a tug,’ she thought. She closed her eyes, and tugged harder. The needles came out of her skin and the machine beeped loudly enough for Thor and his conversation partner to notice. Thor saw (Y/N) awake and rushed to her. (Y/N) giggled a little bit and smiled to herself. Thor was always being dramatic.

“(Y/N)! You’re awake! How are you feeling? Are you still cold?” Thor asked all at once. (Y/N) let out her laughter and held out her arms for him. Thor joined her in a hug. Thor was about to crush her when he heard a wince. Thor let go and looked at (Y/N). She was so much warmer now and more color returned to her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” (Y/N) said. “I think I’m still sore.”

“You are,” said Thor’s conversation partner. He was tall, blond, and very handsome. (Y/N) never saw a Midgardian look so Asgardian in beauty. Her mouth opened a little bit at him, but she shook her head. The blond held out his hand. “I’m Steve, Steve Rogers.”

“(Y/N). Where am I?” (Y/N) asked both of them, but she directed the questions towards Thor.

“Midgard—

“I know that. I’ve been here for a while,” (Y/N)’s brows knitted together. She played with her fingers as she looked down.

“How long have you been here?” Steve asked her. He crossed his arms and looked more serious. (Y/N) suddenly didn’t feel so welcome in the warm bed she was in.

“I’m not exactly sure,” (Y/N)’s eyes could not meet Steve’s.

“(Y/N), tell us what you remember. Captain is not here to hurt you. No one is,” Thor sat down in the chair beside her. (Y/N) was more comfortable with Thor around, but still hesitant to say what happened to her. She bit her lip trying to find the right words to start.

“You remember me when I was at my lowest, brother,” she told Thor. “After you left, I felt numb. Sif did not want to leave my side. She had thought I was going to…” (Y/N) trailed off. Wanting to get off the depressing subject, Thor pried more.

“What do you remember about Thanos?” Thor asked. (Y/N) cringed at the sound of his name.

“I met him. I came face to face with him many times. He told me what Loki did. What Loki tried to do. How Loki failed him, and how it was my fault.” (Y/N) held back a sob. She did not want to cry now. Thor reached out to her and took her hand.

“None of what happened is your fault. You know this. You had nothing to do with Loki’s actions.”

“But why was I punished? I do not understand!”

“Thanos was using you to punish Loki,” Steve cut in. “We are gathering as much intel as we can about him. He is still very new to us. Anything you can tell us would be extremely helpful right now. Do you think you can tell us more right now?” Steve looked at (Y/N)’s hands. They were shaking.

“Captain, do you mind giving us some time? I think we’re done for today,” Thor answered for (Y/N). Steve nodded.

“By the way, (Y/N), Thor was right. You are very graceful; it reminds me of someone I care about very much,” Steve smiled at her and left. (Y/N) smiled back at Captain Steve, maybe she was wrong about him after all.

“We are in Avengers Headquarters, in New York. You have been here for a few days. You were unconscious for all of it. How are you feeling?” Thor sat on the side of her bed.

“For the first time in a while, I feel safe. I feel warm,” (Y/N) shook her head. “You would not believe what I went through, Thor. It was--I felt so. I can’t possibly explain it.” Tears started to come to her eyes. Thor took her hands.

“You are safe now. I promise you from this day forward I will not lose you again,” Thor kissed the top of her forehead. (Y/N) smiled and the frowned. “What is it, (Y/N)? Tell me.”

“I saw the hair pulled up next to me. Did you stay here with me all this time?” (Y/N) asked.

“No, I did not,” Thor admitted. “For the last few days, I was in constant meetings with Captain and the Man of Iron. Your constant visitor was Loki.” (Y/N)’s heart dropped when she heard his name. Loki? Here? What happened to him? Could he still care about her? More importantly, where was he now? Thor laughed a little bit. (Y/N) snapped back into reality.

“What? What is it?” (Y/N) said feeling a little frustrated.

“I know you, sister,” Thor started. “You may be cleverer than I am, but I know you. You’re in your head thinking of all of the questions in the world, and you’re going to try to make this harder than what it really is.”

“Where is he? Why isn’t he here now?”

“He’s a prisoner. He is being punished for his crimes against Midgard. He was allowed to see you for some time, but he still needs permission to get out of his cell. That’s why he isn’t here now.” Thor explained. (Y/N) felt a tightness in her chest. The love of her life was a criminal. Not just any criminal, but criminal in two realms.

“I want to see him. Take me to him,” (Y/N) said. Thor smiled.

“Now you sound more like yourself. I don’t think I can take you to him now, but I will go and ask—

“No. He needs me. I want to see him now,” (Y/N) demanded. Thor knew his almost sister well. He helped her up, and both started towards Loki’s cell. Thor knew (Y/N) to not tell her no when it came to Loki. They past guards and agents who tried to tell the God of Thunder no, but they were unsuccessful.

Meanwhile, Loki sulked in his cell. Guilty thoughts went through his head. The dream he had had affected him greatly. What if (Y/N) no longer cared for him? What if she woke up and she would not be forgiving? When he had attacked New York, he did not think of (Y/N). In fact, he’s not so sure if he thought at all. He may have broken her heart that day, and seeing her again broken would only hurt him more.

Loki heard people walking around franticly, but he paid no mind. He wanted to shut off the world. Not to ignore the world, but to punish himself. He did not feel the gravity of his crimes, but he felt the gravity of guilt for (Y/N). He had failed her so greatly. He sat against the glass wall and looked up at the bright lighting. He thought maybe if he stared into the brightness of the lights long enough it would blind him. He thought he deserved that much.

Then there was a tap.

Loki kept staring at the lights. Surely, it was just some noise he heard outside of the cell.

Then another tap.

Loki took his eyes away from the bright, white lights of the cell. He looked behind him. He eyes adjusted to the darker room outside the cell. That’s when he saw her. (Y/N) had one hand on the glass, and the other holding a blanket around her like a shawl. Her eyes filled with tears, but she had a sad smile on her face. Loki put both hands on the glass, and his pupils dilated. “(Y/N)!” Loki shouted. “You’re-you’re awake! You’re alive!” Loki heard a hissing sound from the cell and stood up and stood back. The cell was opening, and he couldn’t wait for it to open all the way. As soon as he could fit through, his arms reached for her and held her there. His hands tangled in her hair and he pressed his nose against her. Taking in every smell he could. “(Y/N), my dove, my pretty dove, I’m so sorry,” Loki whispered into her ear. “I’m so sorry.” (Y/N) grabbed onto him and refused to let go. She started to kiss his face. Loki chuckled and returned her kisses.

“You’ve returned to me,” Loki said quietly.

After the reunion between the two lovers, Thor had petitioned for Loki’s release upon one condition: Loki and (Y/N) work with the Avengers gathering and providing intel on Thanos. After a good argument from Thor, Steve, and even Natasha, Nick Fury couldn’t deny the idea. Having Loki and (Y/N) providing intelligence on the bigger enemy would prove to be helpful in the future. Loki and (Y/N) were given a place to themselves away from Avengers Tower. They were both to remain on Midgard until further notice, but for now they both needed time to heal.

[ladysifofasgard]

STUDY:  LADY SIF     tagged by: @the-mjolnir-owner​

    basics.

▸     is    your   muse    tall    /   short    /    average? Tall

▸     are    they   okay    with    their   height? She loves it.

▸     what’s    their   hair    like? Black. Long. Naturally has a gentle curl, but smooths out very easily if she wants. I hc that since it’s magic it behaves extremely well and acts a little differently than real hair. Doesn’t get split and breakage ends etc. Dries faster than normal.

▸     do    they   spend    a    lot   of    time    on   their    hair/grooming? Not when she’s out questing, moreso when she’s hanging in Asgard.

▸     does   your   muse   care   about   their   appearance/what    others    think? Yes. She’s a bit vain, mostly from a place of growing up self conscious. 

—    preferences.

▸     indoors    or   outdoors? Outdoors     ▸     rain    or   sunshine? Rain     ▸     forest    or   beach? Forest     ▸     precious    metals   or    gems? Gems     ▸     flowers    or   perfumes? Perfumes     ▸     personality    or   appearance? Personality     ▸     being    alone   or    being    in   a    crowd? Alone ▸     order    or   anarchy? Order     ▸   painful    truths    or   white    lies? Painful truths ▸     science    or   magic? Magic     ▸     peace    or   conflict? Peace     ▸     night    or   day? Night     ▸     dusk    or   dawn? Dusk. ▸     warmth    or   cold? Warmth     ▸     many   acquaintances    or    a   few    close    friends? Few close friends ▸     reading    or   playing    a    game? Playing a game

—    questionnaire.

▸     what    are   some    of    your   muse’s    bad    habits? On the macro scale her heart is too big and she gets too emotional, too involved, so it gets her hurt sometimes. Sif has a hard time turning her feelings off and when she does she can become very cold if it’s about a topic she felt strongly about. On the small scale it’s small jealousies that she has to remind herself to stop, withdrawing when she knows she shouldn’t, saying something a little too bluntly. 

▸     has    your   muse    lost    anyone   close    to    them?     how    has   it    affected ��  them? Yes. War does that. She takes it in stride, but it hurts every time. She keeps count of them all and has mourned every friend lost. Now with Ragnarok she’s lost so many in one go that it wrecked her a little bit. She’s still processing the meaning of losing so many of her people. She’s trying to keep it together and stay focused on helping out, but she’s very lost and feels a bit like her heart’s been ripped out. 

▸     what    are   some    fond    memories   your    muse    has? She loves her childhood. Running wild through Asgard with Thor and Loki is something that brings a smile even with how her and Loki’s friendship has fallen apart.  Any successful (and a few unsuccessful) quest with her friends is something to be treasured. also her moments of achievement, earning her title and when her rank increased or she was entrusted with great honors.  ▸     is   it    easy    for   your    muse    to   kill? Yes. She has a code, but if it fits her code it’s extremely easy for her. Doesn’t take a second thought.

▸     what’s    it   like    when    your   muse    breaks    down? Full on crying lost mess. Often withdraws to do it or maybe breaks down in front of one or two friends. Gets a tiny bit hysterical and eventually cries herself to sleep. Then gets up the next day, washes her face, and tries to meet the fucking day head on. Success rate variable. 

▸     is    your   muse    capable    of   trusting    someone    with   their    life? .Yes. She has less people now, but those she does she trusts completely. She learned early on how to trust people with her emotional well being as well as her literal life on the battlefield. 

▸     what’s    your   muse    like    when   they’re    in    love? She falls head over heals, open hearted, in love. Caring, truthful, tries to be attentive to her partner and their needs. Willing to make some sacrifices for them. When she loves she loves. 

Also sex.

Tagging no one, but feel free to grab and then you must tag me so I can see yours!!!