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sserpente · 4 years ago

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Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat--and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied...

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki... so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

Additional NSFW Warnings: breeding kink (a little bit, anyway), Loki is in heat (kind of, duh), lack of aftercare (at first...)

His antagonising scream tore through the entire compound. You flinched, alarmed. Loki. The heart-breaking sound of pain tugging at your nerves was followed by a loud thump—like a heavy metal door falling shut, locked for good. It had come from the cellar, where the Avengers stored weaponry and ammunition; along with provisory but secure prison cells of Wakandan technology for criminals until they could be handed over to the authorities.

When you reached the source of the rousing noise, you almost knocked straight into Thor. His muscly back resembled a thick fleshy wall that would break your bones if you collided with him with too much force and speed.

“What happened?” Out of breath, you moved around him—facing the culprit of the commotion. The eerie flickering camera right outside the cell door showed Loki knocking his fists repeatedly against the metal door. His knuckles were already bloody from the repeated impact, yet the door would not budge. Much more concerning, however, was his appearance. Loki’s skin—every inch revealed to the naked eye anyway—was blue, his otherwise enchanting blue eyes sparkling with mischief of a deep blood-red. Countless, unique and fleshy lines formed a complex pattern on his arms and the back of his hands, even his face and neck. Your lips parted, both in shock and surprise at what your eyesight had revealed to you.

“He’s losing his fucking mind.” Tony responded for Thor before the Thunderer could even open his mouth in defence. He came tramping into the room as mad as you had never experienced him, tapping away on a tablet in the process. “I told you it was bad idea to bring him back here, Point Break! What were you thinking?”

“Can anybody tell me what is going on?! Why is he… like this? Is he in pain?”

“In pain?! He almost killed Nat. If Wanda hadn’t interfered…” Tony did not finish the sentence—regardless, the threat of what consequences there would have been for the God of Mischief was clearly audible.

“This was unlike him. He had no reason to…”

“No? He pounced on her like a… like a…”

“Beast?” Bruce added matter-of-factly. His hands were in his pocket when he approached the scene and patted Thor on the back in an attempt of providing comfort.

“Maybe… maybe this isn’t his fault, Stark. I know my brother, he’s never acted like this before!” The God of Thunder roared in defence, his arms crossed.

“Yeah,” Tony retorted sarcastically. “You know your brother so well he even tried to kill us all. Three times. No. This man is evil. Look at him!”

Petrified, you risked another peek. Loki was downright animalistic, his fists still working the metal cell door. He was getting weaker, worn out—like the fire in his red eyes was slowly being extinguished to make way for weariness. There was something primal in his behaviour; something raw. You would be ignorant to deny it scared you.

“Tony,” you began, forcing your voice to cease the shaking, “What happened? Why did he attack Natasha? Was he hurt?” Your sudden concern for him was going to give you away. No, not sudden. It had always been there, hidden just beneath the surface of your heart. You had only kept it a secret because… because what?

Loki did not know you had been harbouring romantic feelings for him for a significant amount of time now. Dark, tall and mysterious, he matched not only your type but had hopelessly captured you with his melancholic and lonely nature, the grief in his stunning blue eyes. You refused to believe that Loki was evil, that he had ever truly wanted to harm his brother; and you were desperate to be his friend… and even more than that. But the God of Mischief had hidden his heart behind such a hard shell that you were worried you might never get him to open up to you.

You would by no means describe yourself as an altruistic person—but there was a both enamoured and depraved part of you which desired, longed, for him to like you back.

“Talk to me.” You stated, tilting your head when he flung his dagger at one of the battered punching bags in the training room.

“What?” He sounded almost scornful when he spun around to gift you an incredulous look.

“Talk to me, Loki. I want to know what’s going on in your mind. I thought I was… you are always so distant. You disappear in here every other night, you snap at everyone trying to speak to you. You look nervous, like something is trying to break out of you.” Like you are trying to get rid of monstrous amounts of bottled up energy, you added silently. “You seem so restless. What’s wrong?”

“What concern is that of yours?” He spat.

“See! That is exactly what I meant.”

Loki growled. “What do you want from me, (Y/N)?” You flinched when he used your full name as opposed to the nickname everyone called you by.

“Why? Why are you screaming at me, I’m just trying to help! Don’t you get it, Loki? I care about you. And I care about what you think, even if I am probably the only one in this bloody compound who does.” Now that was unfair. But it was also the truth. “Why are you pushing me away? Let me in…”

Desperately, you moved forward in an attempt to reach up and cup his face, only for him to grab your wrists and pull them away harshly.

“Let you in? All I have ever received in return for ‘letting someone in’ was hurt and hatred. Give me one good reason for why I should open up to you,” he mocked, releasing your hands as if they would burn his fingers if they lingered on your skin for too long. “Tell you about my sorrows.” Sorrows. He had sorrows.

“I am not them.” You simply said. “Not any of them. I am not Odin, not Thor, none of the Avengers.”

Blinking, you snapped out of your memory. You had had this tragic conversation only two nights ago. No matter what you had said, he would not tell you what was on his mind. Now you knew.

“Something is wrong with him.” You interrupted the discussion, one you had not paid any attention to, by silencing them with a loud and determined voice.

“You don’t say?”

“No, Tony, you don’t understand… Loki is… he is Jötun. Thor, has he ever voluntarily turned into his Jötun form?”

The God of Thunder thought about it for a moment—then, he shook his head. “No.” You gave him a meaningful look. “So… you think it has something to do with his species?”

You nodded slowly and swallowed.

“Then we keep him in here until he is better.” He concluded. Your eyes widened.

“What? Thor, no… you can’t keep him locked up in there! What if he doesn’t get better on his own? Are you going to incarcerate him forever?”

“That would be an improvement.” Tony tossed in bitterly.

“We have to help him.”

“We? (Y/N)…” Bruce remarked almost tauntingly.

“You’ll find us upstairs. We need to let the others know about… whatever this is.” Tony added. You gnashed your teeth when he and Bruce turned to leave. For an awkward moment, it was eerily still—right until another one of Loki’s screams tore through the uncomfortable silence. You flinched once more. He was howling in pain.

“You think it might be a disease only Frost Giants can get?” Thor asked with concern in his deep voice at last.

You shrugged apologetically. “Maybe…”

“Loki and I were going to return to Asgard next week. I shall ask around, one of the healers should be familiar with Jötun diseases.”

“Go as soon as you can. Your brother is in pain, Thor, can’t you hear that?”

The God of Thunder nodded absentmindedly. But if no one was going to do something about Loki’s suffering—whatever it was—immediately, you would do it alone. So you did what Loki would do first. You dug up his books.

Loki’s room was neat, tidy. The green bed had been made—there was not a single wrinkle in the fabric and the desk was all clean, not giving thin layers of dust only visible in the direct sunlight a chance. The books he had brought from Asgard, old, thick, yellowed and heavy, he had stored on a bookshelf higher than you could reach.

Sucking in a determined breath, you moved the desk chair in front of it. The polished wooden floor to your feet complained with an ear-piercing shriek as you did. Determined, you climbed up to study the titles. All of them were written in Nordic Runes, making you realise that your research would end up being a lot harder than you had initially assumed. You could not speak a word of Old Norse, let alone read those Runes. Never mind that… you needed answers—and Loki needed your help.

It took you two hours to go through the titles and have them translated via a website you had had to pay for (using Tony’s credit card details—desperate times called for desperate measures) to use its allegedly reliable services.

Then, finally, after what felt like half an eternity, you found a suitable page-turner. It was titled Mythical Creatures and Species across Yggdrasil—at least, that was what the website you used told you.

Eagerly, you opened the book searching frantically for the chapter on Frost Giants and began sucking up all the information you could get. The more you read… and the more you compared Loki’s symptoms to the described behaviour of Jötuns in the book, the more aghast you became. One thing was for sure. Loki was not sick. Loki was aroused.

Terror-stricken, you bookmarked the page, grabbed your phone and jumped to your feet, abandoning the pile of books on Loki’s floor. You needed to speak to Thor right now.

He was about to enter the bathroom when you found him, once again almost knocking into his broad form.

“I… I found something.” You choked out.

“What?”

“I found something… about Loki. Thor… he is not ill, not really, he is…” Biting your lower lip, you pushed the God of Thunder into the bathroom, shut the door behind you and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “He is… aroused.”

“What?” He roared, blushing. “What do you mean he is aroused?”

“Look… I found this book, I…”

“You speak Old Norse?”

“No! I used… I used a translator. Thor, listen, please. It says here that to ensure their continued existence, male Frost Giants, every one-thousand years, experience the primal urge to copulate with females of their kind. Much like wolves or elves, this ‘heat’ usually begins with restlessness, extremely aggressive and possessive behaviour, unusual amounts of pent-up energy as well as an extreme hunger and loss of appetite at the very same time. Loki hasn’t showed up for lunch, dinner or breakfast and… he has been spending extraordinary times in the training room downstairs in the middle of the night lately. He barely sleeps, it seems.”

“Go on…”

“How old is Loki, Thor?”

“He is a little over one-thousand years… old.” He looked up in shock when he realised.

“That’s why he is in his Jötun form, Thor. He can’t control it, it’s not his fault, it’s… in his nature. God…” You had read it all, yet you were still working on processing it.

“This… it would explain why he tried to attack Nat. So… he is not in danger then?” Thor probed.

“No, not necessarily but—“

“So we can just wait until it is over.”

You frowned. “Until what is over?”

“His heat! If what you are saying is true and Loki’s behaviour derives from his heritage… if he cannot control his reactions, we have to keep him locked up and wait. We can’t have him ravish all the females in the compound.”

“But… he is in pain.”

An urgent knock on the bathroom door interrupted you.

“Hey, are you having a soap party in there? Other people need to use the bathroom too!” Closing the heavy book shut again, you rolled your eyes.

“There are at least three other bathrooms in this compound, Tony!”

“What are you two doing in here anyway?” He asked as he opened the door and leaned against the threshold when he spotted you two sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“(Y/N) found out that Loki is… uh… in heat.”

“In heat?!” Tony repeated. “Like a cat?”

“No! It… has something to do with the procreation cycle of Jötuns. It… is in his nature.”

“Fuck…”

“Hey… language.” If you hadn’t recognised his voice, you would know it was Steve who joined your heated discussion. “What’s going on here?”

“Loki is in heat, like a cat.” Steve frowned.

“No, he isn’t! Not like a cat, this is…” Thor stood again before you could finish your sentence.

“It’s for the best, (Y/N). Down there, he’ll be save from getting himself into trouble.”

“Thor, wait! Loki is suffering! Soon, he will…”

“We can’t risk it, (Y/N)! He almost raped Natasha!” Tony barked. “And if you go near him, I’ll lock you up too. I’ve seen what he’s capable of, (Y/N). I will not let him hurt you.”

“He… he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.” You chirped. No. Loki would never deliberately take a woman against her will. If he did… no! Loki had in incredible amount of self-control and composure; and you knew how much he despised his own heritage. He would fight this—for as long as he could.

“Besides…” Tony added. “It wouldn’t be so bad if he got a taste of his own medicine.”

“Stop blaming Loki for your PTSD, Tony. That was Thanos’ doing and you know that.” You growled darkly. The billionaire paused for a moment.

“He is staying where he is,” he concluded then. “Until he’s gone back to normal.”

But you did not want to wait. You couldn’t. You had read about the symptoms in detail. In the book it said that moodiness and aggression were only the beginning. If Loki did not act on what his Jötun body demanded from him and… released, then soon, excruciating pain would torment his loins. Masturbation appeared to be out of the picture. You nibbled on your lower lip. This thought of yours invaded his privacy on a truly shameful level, yet you were certain that if sexual arousal had already been plaguing him for a significant amount of time before this outbreak of his, he would have tried to lay hand on himself already and learned it did not provide the necessary relief.

Sooner or later, he would no longer be able to suppress his erection—and it would not disappear until he… sheathed himself inside a female to fill her with his seed. Under different circumstances, the idea of him claiming a woman… you, in such a possessive manner would have aroused you tremendously yourself. As of right now, however, Loki was in agony. The pain, if ignored for too long, would only get worse—it could last up to months and even then the denial of sexual release could result in permanent damage to his loins and even his potency.

But there was no cure either. No potion or spell to contain a male Jötun’s heat which Thor could have forwarded to Asgardian healers.

It was past midnight when you stopped reading and translating—too appalled by how much more Loki would have to suffer if nothing was done about his… condition. The only way to make it stop… was to act on it.

Your lips parted in realisation. You liked him, very much so—and you found Loki incredibly attractive, dreaming of his hands on your body, even. Perhaps you could help him after all. You were not Jötun but… would his body really make a difference? This most primal part of him wished to mate with a female—and although you had never seen a female Jötun, you doubted they looked much different than you did down there.

You had to wait another thirty minutes until the lights in Tony’s lab finally went out and you could sneak through the compound and downstairs to the cells—and once you had made sure that Vision was nowhere to be found, you switched off the security camera for Loki’s cell and approached the thick metal door.

It was quiet. He had stopped screaming. There was no banging against the walls either. Yet when you unlocked the door and slipped inside, his appearance, cowering on the floor and leaning against the cool wall with bare feet, startled you to the core. Loki’s raven hair was completely dishevelled, his knuckles bruised and covered in dry blood. His Jötun appearance was downright intimidating and close up, even more fascinating. He was breathing heavily, the thin shirt he had been wearing underneath all of his armour torn in several places, revealing blue skin and in his dark leather trousers… there was a remarkable bulge.

You shivered slightly when his red eyes met yours. Slowly, he tilted his head. “What are you doing here?” He growled hoarsely but weakly.

“I… I want to help you.”

The God of Mischief snorted. “You cannot help me.”

Mutely, you shook your head. “I can. Loki… I… I know what’s happening with you.”

He snorted once more. “So do I.”

“Let me help you.” Taking a deep breath, you moved closer to him. He reacted immediately. Loki jerked, greedily, as if to grab you and pull you on his lap. He could barely stop himself. Yet you were convinced that he would not hurt you in this state… much. A wave of courage rolled over you—you were doing this for him; and you wouldn’t be doing it if you did not like him in this way. Regardless of what he thought of you after, if he could even imagine being with a mortal like that… you longed to stop his pain.

“Leave.” He said quickly when you kneeled down next to him, timidly resting your palms on his thighs. “No… I said… leave… while you still can.” You did not. In fact, you ignored his rather sincere warning. Slowly, to not tickle the sleeping dragon, you reached for the buttons of his leather trousers and began undoing them until he grabbed a hold of your wrists to stop you. He was ice cold.

“Have you… lost your mind?” Loki was cut off by a loud hiss escaping his lips when your fingertips brushed against his erection. He was large—much larger than he would be in his Aesir form, you presumed, and his cock too was blue and covered in dozens of ridges.

“It won’t go away on its own,” you whispered. “You know it won’t. It’s okay.”

Braver this time, you stroked him again, creating more skin on skin contact. Loki was still holding on to you tightly but made no move to stop you. The touch of a female… it must have been bringing some sort of relief already. Coming here had been the right decision.

“Loki…” You murmured. Finally, your hand closed around his incredibly hard cock entirely and you began to jerk him off—gently at first, only to pick up speed when his breathing grew even heavier than it already was. Defeated, he dropped his head against the wall, revealing his blue neck to you. “Please let me help you.” You repeated. “It’s okay. I trust you.” Upon those words, Loki’s eyes widened barely noticeably. Perhaps it was all he had needed to hear to lose his self-control and composure entirely.

Growling like a wild animal, he suddenly started at you, pushing you back firmly so you lost your balance like a beetle on its back, wrapped his ice cold hands around your ankles and pulled you into him. Your back collided with the floor, knocking all air out of your lungs. You gasped for air all the while Loki busied himself with your clothes. Any layer of fabric was too much. He wanted you naked for him. His sheer strength petrified you when he tore at your pyjamas and ripped them to pieces until they were scattered all over the cell. You trembled—but it wasn’t the icy temperature of his blue skin that made your limbs shake so much. It was, so you realised when your widened eyes fell on his massive erection, now fully springing free from his tight trousers, your own arousal growing into dizzying heights. This, whatever it was, excited you—maybe even way more than it should.

Once more, the God of Mischief grabbed your ankles, forcing your legs open. Your heart skipped a beat when he laid his blood-red eyes upon your bare pussy. Your lower lips must have been glistening with your juices in the artificial light of the cell. Loki growled, his long and cold fingers gripping your ankles so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming. Eagerly, he positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his hard and ice cold cock teasing your clit. A moan escaped your lips, urging him on. The fire in his eyes had returned, like your body had set his ablaze.

He spread you even further for him, your nails digging into the metal floor beneath you—and then he claimed you for his own. Inch by antagonising inch, he split you apart, sheathing himself so deep inside of you all air was knocked from your lungs yet again. He was ice cold and he was much larger than the average man; and you were beginning to understand that yes, female Jötuns were anatomically different than humans. Human women were not made for taking such long cocks… so why did every single powerful thrust of his feel so good?

Loki pulled out almost completely, with only the tip remaining inside of you, only to plunge back inside only the fraction of a second later, fucking you furiously. Your tight and wet walls appeared to mould around his manhood, gripping him tightly, asking for more despite the almost unbearable coldness against your most intimate parts. No longer were you in control of your arms. They reached up, palms gliding over his bare chest and enjoying the coldness under your fingertips. Fascinated and aroused at the very same time, you traced every single ridge on Loki’s body while he was fucking you senseless, until your eyes rolled to the back of your head, unable to take the pleasure. His long manhood his spots inside of you which you had never known even existed. He leaned down, at last letting go of your ankles, instead taking a hold of your wrists to pin them both down right above your head and pressing his body so tightly against yours that your clit kept rubbing against his pelvis with every single stroke. You moaned, stricken by ecstasy, and arched your back as you kept moving your hips up to meet his thrusts.

Aroused, you looked down, watching how his blue cock kept sliding in and out of you, spreading your lips as they enveloped him welcomingly.

Loki groaned, his attention steering towards your breasts as they bounced with each of his rough thrusts. Hungrily, he lowered his face, his cold breath ghosting over your mounts, and sucked your right nipple into his mouth—hard. He nibbled, suckled pulled and bit until the already hardened nub was throbbing with pleasure and need and he repeated the same blissful procedure with your left nipple all the while he kept rutting into you uncontrollably.

“Loki…” You wondered if, in his current state, he would be able to speak. As of right now, he indeed reminded you of a wolf who would annihilate anything standing between him and his subject of desire, his prey—you.

Your toes curled, the promising and numbing sensation growing in your lower abdomen having you scream his name over and over again. You could already feel yourself clenching around him, your body urging him on to mark you with his seed and impregnate you and when he finally released himself into you, burying his cock as deep inside of you as was physically possible and coating your walls with his load, he triggered your own release.

You came with a loud moan, feeling him twitch against you as your pussy contracted around him again and again until you collapsed underneath him, spent and tired from his vigorous fucking. Loki, on the other hand, didn’t even think about letting you be. Unceremoniously, he pulled you on his lap so you came to snuggle up against his cold and naked chest, your face hidden in his neck. He supported himself by leaning against the metal wall, his cock still resting deep inside of you.

“How… are you… feeling?” You breathed out, barely able to keep your eyes open. Being taken thoroughly by a Frost Giant had been a lot more exhausting than you had initially assumed.

He was panting, his eyes almost shut. His erection inside you, however, was still very prominent and nowhere near ebbing down.

“Better… soon.” He growled into your ear. Soon? A high-pitched scream escaped your lips when he sank his teeth into your neck and bit down hard enough to make you squirm on his lap. You could still feel his ice cold sperm dribbling out of you and coating his own cock when he grabbed your arse and began moving you up and down his cold rut, forcing you to ride him.

“Oh… fuck…” You choked out. You were tender already, sensitive to the touch. This was too much, too soon. Yet Loki was too caught up in his pleasure and urges to give you a break. He took you several more times that night, eliciting orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from you—until you were on the verge of passing out.

You awoke with a hunger unlike one you had never experienced before. Irritated, you crawled out of bed—using the toilet but skipping your morning routine to get to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. It was only seven. Loki had not… released you until half past six. There was no way your body could have drawn enough rest from this meagre hour of sleep.

Be that as it may—for now, you were hungry. Quietly, you tiptoed into the kitchen, ignoring the sweet ache and tenderness between your legs and resisting the urge to cup yourself through your pyjama bottoms. The white and bright light of the fridge blinded you when you opened it and reached for a package of juice and one of those pre-packed turkey sandwiches Tony kept buying. Unceremoniously, you then closed the fridge with your butt and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. And you kept returning to the fridge until Steve joined you in the kitchen to have a cup of coffee and then go for a run. When had you ever been this hungry before? Was it because of the aggressive sex you had had with Loki? Jesus…

You blushed when Steve asked you how you had slept—and you were rather grateful you had been smart enough to switch off the security cameras before… helping Loki out. He had still been in his Jötun form when you left at long last but he had looked content and… satisfied, in the most carnal manner possible. You would wait until the rest of the Avengers were up to check on him, to not raise any suspicion.

So when Thor staggered into the kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face, you nearly jumped from your seat.

“Good morning!” He yelled—clearly in a very good mood. He managed to scarf down an entire package of fruit loops before you couldn’t take it anymore and aggressively scratched your fork over your empty plate until the room went awkwardly quiet.

“Didn’t you forget something?” You asked him heatedly. The God of Thunder frowned.

“No! I did flush the toilet this morning, (Y/N).”

Rolling your eyes, you stood.

“Loki. Loki is still one level below you, locked up in a cell, in pain, while you are enjoying your breakfast.” You hoped though, sincerely, that he was no longer in pain.

“(Y/N)… we spoke about this, there is nothing we can do. Down there, he can’t hurt himself or anyone else. I told you I’m going to Asgard soon, I will speak to—”

It was in this moment that your plate broke in half. You had, subconsciously, used your fork to stab it so forcefully it fell apart like a rotten apple. Eyes widening, you mumbled an apology.

“Sorry… I just… no one should be suffering like this. You all heard him last night.”

Bruce gave you a gentle smile. “You’ve always had a big heart for everyone, huh?” You nodded quickly. They did not need to know about your feelings… or the arousing ache between your legs. Your heart was racing. You took a deep breath, hurrying out of the kitchen without cleaning up behind you. Instead, you immediately locked yourself in the bathroom and turned on the tap to splash some cold water on your face. The icy temperature calmed you once it came in contact with your skin, reminding you of him—if only for a moment.

You were shaking. What on Earth was wrong with you? You took a quick shower to wind down, threw on an oversized sweater and then headed downstairs to the prison cells. A glance at the monitor of the security camera made you let out a relieved breath. Loki had indeed gone back to his Aesir form—and he did no longer seem to be in pain. It was, so you wondered, very unusual, however, to not complain and wreak havoc so the Avengers would let him out but then again… would they truly believe him if he told them he had overcome his heat?

With another deep breath, you opened the cell door and slipped inside.

“You were not supposed to see me like this last night. No one was.” He said quietly before you could even open your mouth, not bothering to make eye contact with you.

“Did you know? What was happening to you?”

“Yes.” He snorted, a bitter smile spreading on his thin lips. “I believed I would be able to control it.” Finally, he looked up, his blue eyes locking with yours. “Did I hurt you?” Your lips parted in surprise. Slowly, you shook your head.

“No… I mean… it was quite pleasurable… for me as well… actually.” You choked out sheepishly.

“Hmm… that I could tell,” Loki gave you a light smirk. “Thank you.” He said then—and for the first time since you had met him, you sensed true honesty and sincerity in his smooth voice.

“I’ll leave the door open.” You returned his smile; the planes in your belly flying loops.

“We are… keeping this between us, are we not?” He hastened to ask when you turned around.

“Of course.” After all, no one needed to know you had let Loki mate with you to regain control over his loins.

It was five days after your intimate encounter with Loki when your constant shaking became worse enough for him to notice—and if that wasn’t bad enough already, your body had begun to sweat; a lot. Day in and out, you had to change your sheets as if your bed was your personal sauna—or your personal hell.

You felt like you had been hit by a bus, like an extremely nasty form of the flu had you in its steel grip tightly, unwilling to let you go. Sleep, however, to get some rest and recover, would not come either. Two hours per night at most, three if you got lucky. And instead of getting better, it became worse.

He had been restless ever since. It could not be. After all, it had also never… or had it? Growling to himself, he locked the door to his room, enjoying the quietness and most of all, utter privacy.

Not a soul in the nine realms was aware he was still in the possession of the Tesseract. So when he produced it out of thin air—his large hand momentarily surrounded by a green mist—he made sure to hurry and quickly teleported himself back to Asgard. Heimdall would never open the Bifrost for him if he wasn’t accompanied by Thor.

He was worried about you and his surprise about these particular circumstances was remarkably low. When he closed his eyes, he could still taste your hard nipples on his tongue from when he had suckled on them. He remembered how warm your body felt against his when he had cradled you in his lap and the thought of your tight cunt around his throbbing cock stirred arousal in his leather trousers if only he indulged in reminiscences for too long. Most of all, however, he was unable to forget the sincere smile on your face when you had freed him from the cell the next day… and the mesmerised gaze you had met him with when he had ravished your sweet quim over and over again.

With another deep breath, he disappeared in an ice cold cloud of smoke.

Sneaking past the guards and into the palace library—the one place he had spent hours on end in growing up here, hiding away from Thor, his friends and the world, reading and hoarding knowledge—was pathetically easy. He knew exactly what to look for, what lecture would confirm his worrying suspicions. Once he found what he had been searching, he sat down on the windowsill—another usual spot he found comfort in—and began his research. He had known about the impact of a male Jötun’s seed on his female counterpart, of course; for even though he despised his own race, he, as opposed to Thor, had paid attention during their private tutoring lessons as children. The heavy book in his hands, however, made him, the God of Mischief and Trickery, hold his breath. What Loki had not known was that the repercussion of a male Jötun’s seed did not just occur in Jötun females. It applied to any species—including humans. However, the chances of survival for weaker lifeforms were alarmingly low.

Abandoning the book, he hurried out of the library and into the city. There was someone he needed to speak to.

“With all due respect, my prince but you are not welcome here.” Loki rolled his eyes. He knew it would not be fun, exactly, to seek out his ex-partners and ask about their well-being long after he had left them. The man opening him when he knocked on Sigyn’s door, a woman he had been engaged with for several years in his youth, was about as tall as Thor—his right hand decorated with a golden ring. Husband. Just great. And, judging by his obvious dismay of finding him on his doorstep, she must have told him about their shared past.

“I need to speak to your wife. Urgently. That is an order.” Sigyn’s husband growled, clenching his fists but stepped aside regardless. Loki made sure not to pay any attention to the furniture and his surroundings. Toys were scattered all across the living room, hinting that Sigyn had become both wife and mother in his absence. Her face fell when she spotted Loki standing in the middle of the small room—truly like he would even have preferred Helheim over being here of all places—as pale as a ghost.

“Loki… I mean… your highness. What… brings you here?”

“I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Um… by all means. Sit down. Would you like some ale?”

“No.” Sigyn pointed at the rectangular kitchen table and then sat down opposite of him. Her hands were folded on the surface of the polished wood.

“It is good to see you.”

“Likewise… Now this will sound odd,” he began unceremoniously, ignoring her husband towering above him with his arms crossed. “But I have to know how you fared after we separated. Not… emotionally. Physically.” He emphasised.

“Physically? That is indeed odd. Oh, I… um… let me see, it’s been such a long time. I had quite an appetite after you left,” she laughed, clearly uncomfortable with his presence. Loki sighed.

“An appetite. What more than that?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Except… yes, of course! I fell ill a few days after. The healers never found out what my body was rebelling against. It lasted for a few months. Tiredness, insomnia, attacks of sweat and I could not stop shaking. Why do you ask? Did you… did you experience it too?”

“No,” he replied quickly, a nauseous feeling spreading in his guts. You were showing the exact same symptoms. Symptoms of addiction. “You said it lasted for a few months?”

“I am sorry, your highness but is there a point to this interrogation? My wife has to feed the baby.”

“We’re almost done.” He barked, glaring at Sigyn’s husband from the corner of his eye.

“It did,” Sigyn confirmed. “But then it never returned.”

“Thank you. That will be all.” Loki took a deep breath and stood, resisting the urge to massage the bridge of his nose to clear his thoughts. It was only when he turned on his heel to leave this way too harmonic place that he noticed Sigyn’s husband had left the door open for him. He rolled his eyes.

“Loki! I-I mean, your highness…”

“Loki is fine, Sigyn. We have seen each other naked, after all.” Beside him, he could practically hear her husband gnashing his teeth. He smirked.

“I understand you do not wish to share with me what troubles you but whatever it is, I hope everything will turn out to be alright.”

Loki gave her a smile. It was as honest as he could muster in this tense situation. Sigyn had always known when he was being plagued by dark sorrows, even before he learned about his true parentage. Much like you. You too had been able to tell he had been unwell, both physically and mentally. He swallowed thickly.

“Thank you, Sigyn.”

He had to see Amora, too. They had not exactly gone separate ways peacefully but if she had experienced the same symptoms as Sigyn after their break-up, he had to get back to you immediately. And he had to tell you. The truth, a luxury given his nature, was the very least you deserved.

“Where have you been?” Thor roared as soon as he entered the kitchen to pick up one of those cold drinking chocolates you had introduced him to a while back—the ridiculous amount of sugar would help you, if only for a moment. The presence of Tony, Nat, Bucky, Steve and Thor, leaning against the counter or sitting at the kitchen table, he ignored as best as he could. He would have preferred to be alone now.

Loki quirked his eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Asgard, given that you were unwilling to get help yourself.”

“How? Heimdall wouldn’t…”

“There is a lot Heimdall does not know, brother.” Thor grumbled something he did not understand but it sounded awfully like a curse word in Old Norse.

“Whatever. Have you seen (Y/N)? Her room is down the same hallways as yours, has she left her room lately?” Tony barked at him.

“As far as I am concerned, she has Vision bring her excessive amounts of food, for she is too weak to come to the kitchen herself. No. I have not seen her around.” He replied nonchalantly, with false disinterest. This time, so it seemed, however, his choice of tone, equalled shooting himself in the foot.

“We need to get her to the hospital. None of the medicines I gave her worked even a little bit—and I contacted the best doctors I know.” Loki suppressed a scoff. As if a hospital full of human ‘doctors’ would be able to help you. The only one who could… was he.

“For Fuck’s sake, she has been feeling ill ever since…” Tony’s face fell. “Ever since we locked up your brother.” Belligerently, his gaze wandered over to Loki again. “Okay, Reindeer Games, what did you do to her and don’t even try to lie to me!”

“You do assume, automatically, that I have something to do with it?” He mocked. Tony clenched his fists.

“Loki,” Thor added calmly. “Do you… know something?” The God of Mischief sighed. If he told them, what little trust they had in his capabilities as an Avenger would vaporise like smoke. It mattered not. In fact, he could not care less if any of those self-proclaimed heroes even liked him. Yet if he spoke the truth… surely they would do anything in their power to keep you away from him—which was exactly what they could not do if they wanted you to survive and feel better again as much as he did. He could just take care of the problem on his own… sooner or later, however, they were bound to find out about their intimate encounters, and he was beyond keeping secrets like that. If he wanted to make love to you, then he would, may the Norns help him.

“It is… my seed.” He choked out reluctantly.

“Your… what!? Your… yeah, no, I can’t say that out loud without throwing up… is making her sick!?”

“The seed of a male Jötun is causing… an addiction. Withdrawal will make her weak and ill.” Loki looked up grimly. “Frost Giants live in strictly monogamous relationships.”

“What, like penguins? How did she even come in contact with… did you… did you rape her? I swear to God, I will kill you.”

“I did not lay a finger on her.” Loki replied darkly.

Tony threw his hands up in the air. “So how did your happy juice get inside of her in the first place then!? How did that happen, I wonder?”

“She came to me voluntarily, Stark!”

“But you knew? If you knew it would make her sick, why didn’t you stop her, you selfish asshole!?”

“How!? How, Stark!? Resisting the urge to mate in heat is like attempting to suppress a sneeze. It’s impossible. Don’t bother your pathetic human mind with things you do not understand.”

“Loki…” Thor began warningly. The God of Mischief ignored him with a hostile growl.

“(Y/N) would never do that.” Tony said then.

“Perhaps you do not know her as well as you thought you do.”

“You little shit, I will…” Tony jumped from his chair as if stung by an adder, prompting Loki to draw one of his daggers seemingly out of nowhere when he started at him. Both Natasha and Steve barely managed to hold him back.

“Leave it, Tony. This is Loki. He is just trying to provoke you.” Nat appeased.

Just this one time, however, they were wrong. Loki did, in fact, care about you. It was just he had not realised that until you had willingly offered your body to him when he had been in pain. Glaring at them darkly, he rose from his chair.

“I am going to fix this.” He spat. It almost sounded like a threat. “Not for you. I could watch you drop dead to my feet without so much as blinking. But for her.” Fuming, he stormed out, his right fist still clutching at his dagger in a desperate attempt to calm himself down. And as of right now, Thor knew better than to stop him.

He needed to see you. Remorse and guilt were eating him up from the inside out—and it wasn’t just the fact you had helped him in spite of everything he had done to Midgard only a few years back. It was… you were… Loki closed his eyes for a brief moment. You were his.

When he knocked on your door, there was no response. Now there was a chance you were asleep, yet he somehow knew better than to leave and try again later as to not startle you. After all… he was going to make you feel better.

He slipped inside, locking the door behind him with magic so you would not be disturbed. The sight of you almost broke his heart. You were trembling, buried under a pile of blankets, pale and weak.

“(Y/N)…” He spoke with a quiet voice, approaching you slowly. Your eyes opened when you heard his voice, your weak body barely managing to turn over to look at him. A cough escaped your lips before you could answer him.

“Hey…”

“How are you feeling?”

“Terrible.” You tried for a laugh but could only manage another cough. With a straight face, he sat down on the edge of the bed so he was able to bring his palm to your forehead. You were incredibly warm, yet the sweat made your skin cold to the touch. His heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he was worried you only had a few weeks left until your body gave up fighting the withdrawal. He would not, ever let this happen.

“I brought you some cold drinking chocolate.”

“Oh…” You chuckled weakly. “Thank you. Is that the only reason you came?”

“No,” he laughed. “I came to check on you.”

“An eye for an eye, huh?” Your eyes fell shut when you smiled.

“Hmm… I’m afraid it is a little more complicated than that.” He purred. You never noticed how his eyes fell on your crotch, even if it was covered by a bunch of blankets. Slowly but determined, he slid his left hand under the layers of fabric until he found what he was searching for. With skilled fingers, he began to massage your clit until he felt you responding to his attentive touches. You arched your back, your sex growing wetter and wetter fast—like your body knew exactly what would follow. Licking his lips, he scooped some of it up to spread all over your quim and create even more friction. You were squirming by the time he removed the blankets entirely and positioned himself between your legs, careful not to shift all of his body weight onto you.

Was he going to… did he… could he possibly… reciprocate your feelings? Your heart skipped a beat, butterflies awakening in your belly. If only you could…

“Loki… Loki, I… I really want to do this again too but… not now, I’m… I really don’t feel well.”

“Shhh…” He would ponder over your words later. You wanted to do this again too? Had it not just be compassion and pity that had driven you to offer him your most intimate parts for relief? And what if you refused him now? You had to trust him. So he shut you up by pressing his lips against yours, capturing them in a passionate kiss and then, once again slowly but determined, removed the blankets and peeled your pyjama from you until he had you naked—fine, he had helped with magic; and he was certainly too impatient to remove his own clothes, so instead contented himself with freeing his growing erection from his trousers only.

A whimper escaped your lips when you caught sight of his arousal, his tip—not blue but the colour of flesh this time—pressing against your entrance. He slid inside you to the hilt with almost no resistance, your warm pussy welcoming him in. Loki moaned when your walls gripped him tightly; it was like your body already knew his release would make it feel better. Only this time, he was in control. This time, he would take his time and make gentle love to you—right until you began to tremble underneath him for entirely different reasons.

Your eyes fell shut when Loki started moving, retreating almost completely only to plunge back deep inside of you fast and passionately. You were too weak to buck your hips, as much as you would have loved to. And despite your weariness, he felt incredible. You were unable to decide which form of his you liked better.

You kissed him again when his nose brushed against yours and his breath tickled your lips, bathing in the intimacy between you. But when he slid his hand down to where your bodies were united to pamper your clit all the while speeding up, hungry for his release, you stopped him, albeit gently.

“I… I don’t think I can, I’m too… but I… it’s okay.” You murmured. “Cum.”

It was a request he could not resist, not any longer. Thrusting forward a few more times, his release was beginning to overwhelm him. He groaned into your ear, his hot breath brushing against your cheek, and let his climax consume him. He was throbbing against your walls, his seed—surprisingly warm and not as cold as it had been the first time—filling you to the brim and until you could feel it dribbling out of you again. Loki stilled, turning you over so you both rested on the mattress on your sides, with his slowly softening cock still inside of you and one of your legs draped over his hips. One heartbeat passed, then another and another. And just like that… you felt like you had been reborn.

“How… I feel so much better.” Loki kept silent. Remorse was sparkling in his blue eyes. Avoiding your curious gaze, he looked down, with a start fascinated with the blue roses on your bed sheets.

“Loki?”

“You did fail to read all of it, did you not?” He stated quietly.

“What… what do you mean?”

“The book you took from my shelf. I looked it up when you got worse. It wasn’t until I left for Asgard that I realised why our… sexual encounter is making you ill.”

“I… wait… Does that mean you believe it has something to do with you? I mean… what we did? Is it… I’m not pregnant, am I!?”

“No. You are not.” He smirked at you weakly. “That, I would have sensed already. No… I’m afraid it is a little more complicated. Frost Giants live in strictly monogamous relationships. They never… switch their partners once they mated during their first heat. If they do…” Loki took a deep breath. “It appears that the seed of a Frost Giant triggers some sort of… addiction for their female partner. They develop a carnal craving for their seed which forces them to keep returning for… more.”

Biologically speaking, this was a downright bulletproof way of ensuring the survival of a species—the Jötuns’ own bodies turning against them and demanding sex. The gravity of his words, however, hit you only a moment later. So this was why you had been feeling so sick lately. You were showing signs of… addiction. Your body had become addicted to Loki’s seed. You swallowed thickly.

“I-is there… is there a way to stop this?”

“I went to speak to my former partners back on Asgard—which, to be frank, does not just sound like a disaster. But I needed to know if they experienced any symptoms similar to yours when we… separated.” You ignored the painful sting in your heart when he said ‘former partners’. Of course Loki had had sex before, had perhaps even been in love. He did not strike you as the type of Norse God who was unexperienced in the art of love making. After all, he had more than just proved this to you. It mattered not, not now.

“And… did they?” You probed nervously.

Loki nodded seriously. “They were both bedridden for months, plagued by uncontrollable trembling and sweating. Their appetite increased, they ate twice as much than they usually would without ever feeling truly full… and they barely slept anymore, tossing and turning for most of the night. Amora added she became increasingly violent as well. They, of course, believed it was a virus which would pass, eventually.” Terrified, you remembered how you had broken your plate in the kitchen the night after your lovemaking. It all made sense now.

But you did not dare ask what this meant. When dreaming of having a relationship with Loki, you had not imaged a partnership out of physical and sexual necessity which would feel like a chore to him; like an obligation now that you had helped him out, after all.

“But they were Asgardian.” He suddenly said, pausing to let his words sink in. “You are human. You are mortal. I am uncertain you would survive…” If I stopped having sex with you. Is that what he had meant to say before he stopped himself abruptly?

Taking a deep and shaky breath, you gathered all of your courage, as weak as it may be.

“This is all my own fault, Loki.”

“It is not—“

“N-no, let me speak. It’s my fault. You couldn’t help it. And I came to you on my own accord. But…” You swallowed. “Even if I had known, I still would have helped you.”

The God of Mischief frowned when you reached for his hand and held it—but it was a downright vulnerable expression.

“Loki… I’m not going to expect you to keep having sex with me if you don’t… I mean…” It was then he began to smirk cheekily.

“And if I do?” Loki had truthfully speaking always been a puzzle—always keeping his deepest thoughts and feelings all to himself. Until now. So he did reciprocate your feelings.

“Y-you do?” His smirk widened.

“It… does get better after a while, once the pair is more acquainted to each other’s bodies,” he continued. “And they are then able to spend more time apart without any signs of withdrawal showing. Ultimately, however, once the male Jötun claimed her, the female is bound to him… if he decides to keep her.”

Despite your weakness, you raised an eyebrow. “That sounds pretty sexist, Lokes.” Loki looked up. His heart jumped when you gave him a nickname.

“Sexist? No. Dominant? Yes.” He growled darkly.

“You’re right. It’s probably not sexist given that male Frost Giants go into heat.” You giggled in response. Loki tickled your sides for that remark, making you wriggle around on the bed. If your hunch was not deceiving your love-drunken mind, then the God of Mischief had just begun to court you.

“Loki?” You mused, raising your voice in a shy manner.

“Hmm?”

“I think I feel fit enough now to have an orgasm.”

The God of Mischief laughed—as heartily as you had never heard him laugh before. “Do you now?”

Next thing you knew he was already on top of you again, covering your naked body with tender kisses.

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iguana-eyanna · 3 years ago

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Cold Illusions & Scorching Lies Pt. 4

Pairing: Loki x Pregnant reader

Summary: Many try to tear you and your prince apart from each other. When Loki lets go of the past that brought him to his doom, you begin to realize you're not the only one who uncovers a forbidden truth.

Author's Notes: these events will be in chronicle order of the Thor movies. (Italicized text will be flashbacks). They will be titled for every part

Warning: none?

Thor: Ragnorak (2017)

On the way to Midgard, Thor and Loki were in awkward silence with each other.

Thor has just realized that his adopted brother is alive and has been under false pretense as Odin.

Loki on the other hand has not talked to Thor as himself for years.

As they venture to New York to find their father, Thor finds the courage to speak. "Explain to me again how you were able to send father here."

Loki rolls his eyes as they walk towards a retirement home. "I disguised myself as a guard and lured him to the healer's room, claiming I brought my body back. I follow him to where my body is laid with my illusion. Then what Frigga taught me..." Loki hesitates as their mother was still a hefty topic to discuss.

"I placed him under a spell, like the Odinsleep. I disguised myself as him and banished Heimdall to use the rainbow gate to send Odin here." They both take another turn on the sidewalk until they both saw the retirement home being demolished.

Thor begins to lecture Loki on how his death affected him for a long time while Loki rudely carries on the conversation. They soon stop talking as another set of fans stopped by to take pictures with Thor.

When Thor gets praised by thousands of women, Loki feels a ping of jealousy. He soon let that jealousy died when he started to fall in love with you.

Thor sees his little brother distant than usual and starts to open his mouth to speak before a portal consumed Loki under the ground.

Thor picks up the card that was left on the sidewalk and went to Strange's residence. Soon, the god and the sorcerer begin to discuss Odin's exile and wanting to stay on Midgard for the time being.

Strange then takes Thor's hair to create a portal straight to his father in Norway. After releasing Loki from an endless cycle of falling, the two brothers arrive at a grassy field near a cliffside.

They soon see their father, sitting to admire the distance. They slowly walk up to their father and sit near him as the alfather speaks aloud. He recognizes both of his sons' talents and leadership, bringing a pang to each of the brother's heartstrings.

"I regret the things I've done, and I have brought great heartache to you, son." he faces Loki, reaching in his pocket to reveal a red diamond with a golden chain.

"You will soon learn the truth once I depart from this world." Odin soon says his goodbye and turns into a disarray of golden lights, ascending high into the sky.

The necklace burns in his hand and lets it go, the brothers stepping away from the jewelry as it shines a scorching red. Light bursts out and forms into a human figure now lying on the grass, eyes closed like in a peaceful slumber.

Somehow, the necklace wrapped around the neck of the maiden. Loki quietly gasps and rushes to the figure, who looks the same as the day he lost everything.

"Y/n?" he asks in disbelief. You slowly flutter your eyes to open and see your husband looking at you with his piercing eyes. You slowly get up, trying to comprehend what is going on around you. "You came for me..." you said, reuniting into Loki's arms you have missed for so long.

"I have been searching for you around the nine realms for almost seven years, I almost began to lose hope." He cries on top of your head as your face was leaning on his chest. You let go of him and stare at him in bewilderment. "Seven years? I have been entrapped for Seven years?" Both of your attentions break as Thor coughed in his hand.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I feel like I'm missing a lot of information here," Thor said. Loki helps you up so you could explain what has happened to you. "The day I lost Loki was the day Odin entrapped me inside this." You gesture to the necklace.

"He said he took me as a babe from my homeland, just like Loki. Because of our union, we would bring Ragnorak to Asgard and fallen ashes wherever we roam. The Alfather said as long as he lives, I must spend my time in imprisonment to delay the end of days." you concluded.

Loki's heart begins to race and hugs you closer to him to ease your mind while Thor pondered in his thoughts. You presume your freedom costs the Alfather's life but you couldn't care less.

"Y/n, where did Odin say you were from?" Thor asks quickly, walking towards you. "I-I don't know. The only thing he told was about this necklace and some prophecy."

Thor closes into you to inspect the necklace "Ruby..." he mutters, triggering something to dawn on him as he backed away slowly. "When I came to Muspelheim, Surtur kept on going on about the prophecy of Ragnorok:

Two worlds colliding, of Ice and Fire

Shall create a love with pure desire

Where she will grow her own into the hearth

And the man shall journey for his purpose on Earth

As death shall follow wherever they walk

Flames will bring the kingdom to Ragnarok

He even told me how Odin stole everything from him: his power, his glory, and his most prized possession - his ruby."

Your hand holds onto the stone that flickers like a fire under the sunlight. "I don't understand. What does the fire demon want with a necklace?" you questioned. "It's not just the necklace, he described it like it was a person, a loved one... maybe at best," Thor states, trying to piece the information together.

"Or a daughter," Loki says quietly as the truth dawned on him. You let go of his hand that was in your palm, feeling like your head is about to burst.

"We need to leave now to Asgard to warn the people," Thor says.

"No, this can't be." You said out loud, not noticing that your irises were turning into a harsh orange.

"Y/n please, calm down. We're going to figure this out, ok?" Loki says, slowly walking closer to you. You shake your head in disagreement.

"Don't you get it? We were made for destruction. If I had stayed in the necklace, maybe they would have stayed safe." you said in distress.

"Y/n, what do you mean they?" he asks, concerned. You were about to answer till you all turned in the direction to see a tall, pale woman walking out of a dark realm with a green aura.

"So... he's gone." she says, smirking.

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sadunicorn47 · 2 years ago

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The Savior ~ A Loki x Reader story~

Summary: Loki's previous trip to earth as D.B Cooper was just a simple prank amongst brother; there was absolutely no hidden agenda behind it whatsoever; certainly was not a way for Loki to take a peek at his so called destined soulmate. Y/N has not had an easy life, and has been hurt by the world way too many times. Can she trust her destined soulmate, or is she too far gone to love and be loved? This story is full of love, heartbreak as well as whole lot of mischief and many talks about past abuse.

Chapter 6: Too many questions, Too little answers.

" We are not going to hurt you" Natasha said, but you could not hear her, your heart was pounding hard, you could hardly breathe and before you knew it you blacked out.

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I woke up to find myself in a hospital bed, with too many bright lights; still disoriented I try to move out of the bed only to find my hands handcuffed to the bed railing. My heart starts pounding at an alarming rate once again and the machine attached to me was beeping loudly.

Before I could start hyperventilating, the redheaded women from the battle came into the room.

" Please do not be afraid, we will not harm you in any way."

I scoffed at her and looked at the handcuffs

" I am here to let you out of them ;I promise. Shield cleared you."

" Shield ?"

" will explain later, now we need to get you out of this room and reunite you with your little winter soldier before he tries to kill another person from the team"

She got out a key from her pocket and removed the cuff from my hand.

I immediately stretched my wrists and then followed her out of the room.

" I swear to god , if y/n is not here in the next minute I kill all of you" the winter solider screamed at the rest of the avengers.

" Natasha is bringing her buck "

The soldier turned his neck to Steve and look at him with anger filling his eyes " Stop calling me that"

Steve sighed letting go of this subject temporarily.

Natasha coughed from behind the team to finally announce our presence and as soon as I made eye contact with my cell mate I ran up to him as he gave me a big hug.

I smiled as I felt slightly safer , considering he is the only One I trust.

The god with the golden hair looked at us with slight discomfort and annoyance and then came between us to shake my hand.

" Allow me to introduce myself in better circumstance my lady; my name is Thor of Asgard"

I nodded at him and then cam back again

to the soldiers side.

" So, We are sorry that we had to handcuff you, but that is our protocol." Iron man started.

" Your little organization cleared us, so can we now leave ? ". Bucky asked in an a fake calm tone

" I am afraid you can't just go " Tony started " You both are enhanced humans , a healer and a 100 year old super soldier , and shield has been tracking you for a while, and well unfortunately they decided that you have to either stay with us the avengers or stay on their base "

" We are not your property " Bucky shouted

" We aren't the bad guys here, this is for your safety " Tony argued back.

And soon both of them went into a screaming match while Steve stood between them.

I could feel myself shaking again, this was not how things would go.

Escaping Hydra only to be a prisoner once again, I sat down at the nearest chair when I felt my legs getting weaker and I found Thor come near me.

" My lady , are you okay? "

I nodded at him , without looking him in the eyes.

I could feel the tears threatening to escape, but I held them in.

" ENOUGH " Yelled Thor

" Your banter is scaring y/n"

Bucky looked at me with a guilty look on his face and came to me.

" I am sorry y/n" he said as he gave me a quick kiss on my forehead.

I nodded at him and held his hand to feel some sort of safety. His comfort gave me enough strength to start talking to the people in the room.

" So our only options are either being prisoners for the avengers or prisoner's for this Shield "

" Neither of you are prisoners " Steve said as Bucky scoffed at his words.

" We will never force you to do anything , you will have a home here and a family if you will let us."

" How can we trust you ? " I asked

" The same way you trusted us when you decided to heal us in battle "

He had a point ;I didn't need to heal them , but I did.

" Besides , I highly doubt you guys have a safe place to stay away from Hydra" Tony stated

Me and Bucky looked at each other knowing that he was a hundred percent right.

" Alright, we will stay with you ,but under a few conditions " Bucky said

Steve nodded at him to continue.

" You will never force y/n into battle unless she is comfortable "

I smiled at his care for me.

" Secondly, you need to help get Hydra out of my head"

" Deal " Steve said as he extended his arm to my cell mate.

" Welcome to the avengers " Natasha said.

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wizardofrozz · 4 years ago

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All of Our Lives

Warnings: blood, graphic (!) violence, angst

Pairing: Loki x reader

Chapter 12: The Dark World

3 months later

“Brother!” Thor’s yell woke Loki with a start. My eyes shot open, finding Loki sitting up in bed panting, his eyes darting around the room. “Loki!” he yelled this time. My anxiety spiked at hearing Thor use Loki’s name, which he rarely does; Loki’s head snapped towards me, fear crashing like waves in his eyes. Loki jumped out of bed, violently shoving his arms into a robe as he threw the bedroom door open; I pulled myself up in bed as best I could with my bulging stomach.

“What is going on!” Loki shouted as he threw the door open. Loki and I were both taken back by the pure terror written all over Thor’s face.

“We need to get (Y/N) to mother,” Thor barked, pushing into the room.

“Thor! What is going on!” Loki yelled, grabbing his brother’s arm.

“Dark Elves,” Thor whispered, meeting his younger brother’s gaze.

“How,” I whispered; Thor and Loki both looked at me.

“The human, Jane, I met on Earth stumbled across the Aether,” Thor sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Oh brother, do not tell me you brought her here,” Loki whined, his head falling back.

“I thought the healer could help. It turns out it only drew attention to Asgard,” Thor mumbled, shifting his weight nervously.

“I could have told you that!” Loki screamed, his body vibrating with anger.

“Blame me later, brother!” Thor lurched forward, suddenly grabbing Loki’s biceps, pulling his brother closer. “We need to get (Y/N) to mother, and I need you fighting with me.”

Loki stared into his brother’s eyes for a long few seconds before nodding. “Of course,” Loki muttered. Fear started to grow in my chest, as well as the familiar feel of adrenaline moving through my veins. I slid out of bed, rocking slightly and magically dressing instead of wasting time; a simple cotton dress materialize. Thor finally released Loki, stepping away from him; the brothers turned their heads towards me, crippling panic etched on their faces.

“Get dressed and find mother,” Thor commanded. He started for the door but stopped short; Thor pulled a small key on a string from an unseen pocket and stepped towards Loki. Loki watched as his brother grabbed his hands; seconds later, the metal cuffs dropped to the floor with a loud clang, finally freeing Loki. “We need your magic, brother,” Thor mumbled before leaving the room. I watched Loki’s body language shift as his magic awoke again; his eyes fell shut, and a small smile appeared on his face as he gingerly rubbed his wrists.

“Feel better, my love?”

“I did not realize how much I missed it,” Loki whispered. The happiness was short-lived when the roar of battle drifted through the door to Loki’s chambers. “We need to go.” Loki’s armor started to materialize; the usual black, green, and gold leather and metal slowly crept over his body. “Come, we must find my mother,” Loki mumbled, grabbing my hand. Pushing the door open slowly, Loki peaked his head into the hallway, checking for trouble; when he was sure the coast was clear, we shuffled into the hall, pressing against the wall. We stopped walking, staying pressed against the wall, as Loki shut his eyes, presumably, reaching out for his mother; seconds passed before Loki grabbed my hand. I blinked and was disoriented when I opened my eyes to find myself standing in a room I couldn’t recall being in before.

“Loki!” Frigga’s distraught voice caught our attention. Loki and I turned towards the archway opposite the door we stood in front of to see Frigga and another smaller woman hurrying towards us.

“Mother,” Loki breathed, relieved. “Jane,” he snapped, only glancing at her. Jane awkwardly shifted her weight, staying primarily behind Frigga; Jane’s chocolate brown eyes moved from the floor to meet mine. The guilt, already written all over her face, only intensified when her eyes landed on my bulging belly.

“You must go help your brother.” Frigga moved towards us, gently resting her hand on his cheek; Loki’s jaw tensed as he tried to fight back the tears.

“Please, mother,” his voice cracked.

“I love you, my son. I will keep her safe,” she reassured him, a ghost of a smile on her face. Loki only nodded, resting his hand on his mother’s as his eyes fell shut; he took a shaky breath before turning towards me.

“Please be careful, my love.” I tried to smile at Loki, but a dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach was stopping me. “You must come back to us,” I whispered, resting my hand on my stomach.

“All of our lives, my heart has found its way back to you; I do not plan to stop now,” he choked out, his hand resting next to mine.

“I love you,” I whispered, brushing a stray curl away from his face.

“And I love you.” Loki’s lips brushed against mine as he spoke; I savored the kiss for as long as I could.

“Now go, Thor needs you,” I urged, trying to fight the tears threatening to fall. Loki nodded, his mouth pulling down in an exaggerated frown as he tried to keep the tears at bay; I blinked, and he was gone. I tenderly rubbed circles on my stomach, trying to soothe the kicks of our unborn child.

“Come, I need to get you a weapon. I cannot afford to leave you unarmed.” Frigga’s voice snapped me out of the fog that lingered around me; I nodded, turning away from where Loki stood to follow her, falling in step with Jane.

“I’m so sorry,” Jane finally said, her eyes traveling over my stomach.

“I cannot comfort you and tell you everything is okay.” Jane’s head finally lifted as she looked at me, pain swimming in her brown eyes. “But, I will tell you it is not your fault; you did not mean for this to happen.” Jane opened her mouth to say something but closed it again when I shot her a pointed look. “What is done is done.” Her gaze moved away from me as we approached Frigga’s chambers; the Queen opened the door and quickly gestured us inside.

“At times, I wonder what it would be like to see you and Loki on the throne,” Frigga said, smirking at me.

“That is what you are thinking about right now?” I couldn’t contain the laugh that left my lips as I shook my head.

“I cannot help it when I see the attributes of a queen,” she chuckled, making her way towards a weapon rack. Frigga handed me a small sword, but before she could retrieve anything else, the doors flung open with such force, one of them split slightly; a Dark Elf walked into the room, his eyes landing on Jane. “Stand down, creature. You may still survive this.”

“I have survived worse, woman.” The elf’s voice was deep, menacing, and sent a wave of unrest over me; I moved behind Frigga, closer to Jane.

“Who are you?” Frigga demanded.

“I am Malekith, and I would have what is mine.” He slowly stepped forward, his eyes falling on Jane. I gripped the sword tighter, preparing for a fight as Frigga slashed at Malekith’s face. I shooed Jane away as Frigga matched Malekith, blow for blow; Malekith landed a hard hit, knocking Frigga backward into a giant looming creature. A Kursed. Malekith turns to Jane, stalking towards her; I look to Frigga quickly, asking if I should advance and catch her shaking her head. “You have taken something, child. Give it back.” Malekith’s hand shoots out, attempting to grab Jane, but to his dismay, she disappears. I side-stepped closer to Frigga as Malekith turns his wrath on us, stomping closer, rage rippling off him in waves. “Witch! Where is the Aether?” he screams, looking back and forth between the two of us. I meet his eyes, staring him down before his gaze moves back to Frigga.

“I will never tell,” she spat.

“I believe you.” Malekith was suddenly calm; any traces of anger wiped from his face as his eyes travel back to me. Frigga’s scream bounced off the walls, chilling me to my core; I only saw the end of the blade protruding from her abdomen before I got slammed back at the sudden impact of a sword. My eyes falling to the blade buried in my flesh; I sagged forward when Malekith yanked the sword back. I tried to stay on my feet, but blood was flowing from the wound so quickly that I fell to the ground within seconds. I landed so that I could still see the door, but my vision was fading fast; black drops start to overtake my eyes as a bright light illuminated the room before my eyes fell shut. The thought of Loki fighting somewhere floated into my mind, jolting my eyes open again; I focused all my energy on sending my magic to Loki, desperately hoping I could find him. My energy was draining quickly, but I finally found him; I slammed into his head using any strength I had.

Loki, I am so sorry. I love you. My magic snapped back to me seconds later as my eyes slid shut, the faint call of my name floating away.

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stanknotstark · 4 years ago

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Astral Pt. 13 (Loki x Reader)

I’m introducing ANOTHER character :D Morgan is very interesting and her powers are like Kang’s I’m very curious as to who would win in a fight tbh i wish i could’ve written an action scene because she can mind control and OH the drama that I could have played with! You guys are lucky cuz i had something worse written >:D

You and Loki are eating breakfast together in silence. When you finish your plate Loki tells you to grab a book from his quarters, while he finishes, so he can help you research Asgard. Then meet him in the common area since no one is there right now.

Loki likes to teach you and watch your curiosity flare as you read up on Asgard, its customs, how healers work, how royalty works, instead of telling you. It’s the least he can do since you’ll never actually see Asgard in person. He’s a fantastic storyteller but you know he has a weakness, that weakness being that when you truly concentrate on something sometimes you stick your tongue out a bit and narrow your eyes. Other times you look at the book with guileless fascination. Plus, Loki knows there’s more satisfaction from learning on your own. He’s always there to answer your questions and debate with you though.

You walk back into the common area after grabbing the book, Loki looks at you, then a cloud of dark green appears between you both. Before you can react accordingly feminine arms are yanking you into the cloud of magic and you’re in someone’s arms definitely not at the tower anymore. You can only imagine what Loki is thinking. The last thing he probably saw was the book fall when you dropped it. Now he’s probably thinking the worst is going to happen, that you’re going to die, and honestly you don’t know what’s going on. For all you know you might actually be about to die.

You try to wave off the nausea and dizziness following the teleportation you endured and assess your surroundings but someone is roughly pulling you somewhere. Just as you get your wits back there is a tight rope constricting your hands behind your back and around your ankles. You’re shoved into a rocky wall, twisting, back first causing you to let out a breathless grunt and slide into a sitting position on the ground.

Looking up you see a beautiful woman. She stands tall, her chin out in confidence. Her pale, petite face is framed by pitch black hair, the long tendrils held in braids resting on her chest and trailing to her hips they’re so long. She wears a green and black corset that flows into thigh armor that is engraved. No not engraved, made of actual scales, you shiver at the thought of what could have scales that big, nothing from Earth that’s sure. To end her amazing outfit, her green with black lace boots are thigh highs. You can faintly smell leather and something sweet you’ve never smelled before. You’re pretty sure this woman could be a really good dominatrix if she wanted to.

“That was much easier than expected. If the Avengers are Earth’s best defenders I’m disappointed, to say the least.” The woman tells you looking at her nails in boredom. You pick out her British accent.

You realize you’re not in immediate danger and say, “While I don’t mind getting kidnapped by beautiful women I usually like to know their names first, maybe take me on a date before you bring me back to your place.”

The woman chuckles. “My name is Morgan Le Fay of Britain, the world’s strongest sorceress, Morgana. That is until you came along.”

You frown. “That’s a mouthful.”

Morgana shakes her head with a small smile. “Cute.”

“Look I’m not that powerful, I think you have the wrong person, most of the magic I use I can’t use for long because it gives me migraines.” You say while shifting around to get more comfortable.

You finally take in your surroundings. All you can assess is that you’re in a cave, no telling how far from New York City, home. You know Loki could track you down if you could astral project but you don’t trust Morgana enough to take your eyes off of her. Maybe Tony is tracking your cell phone which you feel sitting in your back pocket.

“Such a shame you’ll never discover your true potential. I’m here to kill you, child, but I had to get a taste of what runs through your blood before I do.” Morgana says kneeling in front of you.

Morgana brings a hand to your head and when she touches you she gasps and closes her eyes. You simply watch from under her hand as she shivers. When she pulls her hand away her eyes are bright with curiosity but far away in thought.

“Why would your mother want to kill someone so powerful, I would think having you on her side would be more preferable.” Morgana says under her breath. You only hear her because she’s so close to you.

“My mother sent you?” You say trying to stall now that you know her intentions.

Morgana hums.

“I know my mother doesn’t love me but I never thought she’d send a glorified assassin after me. I’m honored, honestly.” You say your fingers playing with the rope around your wrists seeing if you could escape somehow. “How does my mother know you anyways, she doesn’t have any powers why would she know a sorceress?”

Morgana frowns at you, “I like your humor in the face of death.” She quips with a hint of annoyance at your nonchalance of the situation, “When a celestial tells me to do something I tend to not question it.” You look at Morgana like she’s crazy then you watch as realization dawns on her face.

“My child...You truly do not know?”

You stop fiddling with the rope and look at Morgana with a raised eyebrow. “Know what? And I’m not a child.”

“Your true birth mother, celestial Madonna.” Morgana says ignoring your plea to be respected.

At this you freeze and lose all the breath in your lungs.

Thor was right, you’re adopted.

“It was prophesied that celestial Madonna would give birth to the most powerful being in the universe. Kang wanted to be father to such child and hunted her down. He impregnated her, held her captive until she birthed you. She fled when she had the chance but couldn’t take you with her.” Morgana explains while standing and pacing the cave’s floor. “Kang, who was being chased by the Avengers, planted you in an alternate universe and time. No one has known where you were until a few years ago when you used magic for the first time.” Morgana finishes, stopping and looking down at you.

She gives you a look of pity as you process everything. It all made sense now. Kang wants you to be his weapon of destruction. Why your parents have always hated you and treated you like shit.

“My mother wants me dead and sent you to do her dirty work...Meaning she’s alive somewhere?” You ask trying to not panic with the influx of information.

“She’s here on Earth until she knows you’re dead. Said you’re more of a liability than anything. I’m being paid handsomely for your head.” Morgana says. She then brings a hand up and flicks it. Dark green magic flows and through the smokey magic you see a quin jet then see flashes of Loki, Steve, Natasha, Tony, and Thor talking, concerned and frightened looks on their faces but hear nothing.

“Your friends are near.” Is all Morgana says like it’s an afterthought. She makes the magic disappear and looks at you with determination. “I have a proposition for you, child.”

You’re not really in the position to argue so you nod at her.

“Promise me you’ll hunt down Kang and right before you deliver the last strike on his miserable life you call on me and let me do it. While I love your mother dearly I have a penchant for revenge.”

“Fine.” You say. At this Morgana looks at you, sizing you up, but decides you’re harmless enough and makes the rope around your wrists and ankles disappear. When you stand she magics a gold ring with a square emerald on it and gives it to you.

“When the time comes throw this on the ground and stomp on it with your foot then stand back, I shall appear where the ring is.”

You nod and slip the ring onto your right ring finger finding that it fits perfectly.

“Do not use it for anything else, it is a one time use. If you use it for something trivial I will kill you without hesitation, our deal will be void.” Morgana says, she frowns and without asking places a hand on your head again. This time you feel her magic search your mind and gasp when she does something that makes you feel energetic and calm.

When Morgana pulls her hand away she explains, “Your powers were behind a barrier, I simply destroyed it. You should be able to wield magic without headaches now but you’re going to use your full power unless you learn how to tame it. Do not kill yourself or I’ll bring you back to life just to kill you again.”

You look at Morgana in disbelief and annoyance because she keeps threatening your life.

She gives you a sympathetic look. “I’m truly sorry such a fate has fallen on you, child.” And then she’s gone and you’re left in a dark cave.

You hadn’t even realized Morgana had used magic to light up the space you both inhabited until you’re left standing in pitch black. Without hesitation you light up both fists with fire and start to make your way out of the cave. You plan to contact Loki when you truly know where you are. However, when you reach the entrance you see the quin jet landing in an open field not that far from the cave’s entrance on the side of a mountain. The first person out of the ship is Loki and he is sprinting towards you, Thor not far behind with Steve and Nat pulling the flank.

When Loki reaches you you open your mouth to tell him you’re ok but he pulls you into his chest hard and squeezes you till you’re breathless. Then he holds you at arms length and looks over your face first, then body.

“Are you hurt, did she use any magic on you?” He asks urgently.

“I’m fine, Loki, we just talked, she’s not a danger to us.” You say with a small smile that you’re sure doesn’t reach your eyes because Loki doesn’t lose the concerned look on his face. He doesn’t push it either though. Thor stays suspiciously silent when he reaches you both. He touches you as if to check that you’re real but drops his hand and claps Loki on the back more for calming him instead of camaraderie.

You look at Steve and Nat with a small wave and embarrassed grimace when Loki, Thor, and you reach them as you all walk towards the quin jet. After you’ve told them multiple times that you’re fine they all relax a bit but not by much. You mostly feel embarrassed you were taken so easily. You didn’t even put up a fight.

You’re sitting in the quin jet quiet other than to answer their questions without going into details because you’re still trying to unravel what you’ve been told.

“Why did she take you?” Steve asks, standing in front of you, arms crossed, with Nat next to him while Loki sits at your side, holding your hand. You know he has questions because his fingers keep playing with the new ring on your hand and he gives you looks you can’t decipher. Thor is speaking with Tony in the cockpit so you’re free of their questions until later thankfully.

“She wants me to find Kang so she may kill him.” You say.

Thankfully Loki and Thor had told the group of superheroes who Kang was after the incident with the Growing Man. They told them what they knew of the man which honestly wasn’t much.

At your words you feel Loki stop playing with the ring. He understands its purpose now. He must have used his magic to look over the ring and see if it was a danger to anyone but especially you, sensing it had magic dwelling in it.

“That doesn’t explain why she took you specifically. She could have told all of us. She didn’t have to kidnap you.” Natasha says knowing you enough to know you’re hiding valuable information.

You frown and look at your feet. “I-”

You go quiet and everyone stays quiet too, you listen to the engine of the quin jet and Thor and Tony bickering in the background. You think about how Loki’s hand fits perfectly in yours and is soft but has rough patches of callouses from his use of daggers. You take a deep breath in through your nose, closing your eyes, and smell leather, sweat, and that smell the quin jet emits like a new car.

When you open your eyes you look up at Steve and Natasha and ask, “How did you find me?”

Natasha frowns at your very obvious deflection. Steve answers. “Tony tracked your cell phone but it’s thanks to Loki we found you so fast. He used his magic to track your magic or something.” Steve says uncrossing his arms and shrugging while glancing at Loki.

You look at Loki who raises a brow at you. “Our bond.” Is all he says at your inquisitive look. You nod in understanding.

“Where are we, exactly?” You ask them.

“The border of New York and Pennsylvania.” Steve says. That explains why they were able to reach you so quick. If Morgana teleported you so close that means your stalling is the only reason you’re alive. She planned to make you a quick death.

When Nat opens her mouth to ask you another question you shake your head at her. “I’m exhausted can I take a nap before I tell you everything?” You ask, realizing you’ve got at least 45 minutes of free time since the jet isn’t going full speed.

Nat looks a little apologetic and Steve nods and says, “We’re happy you’re ok.” and then they both make their way to the opposite side of the quin jet.

You and Loki settle into the quin jet’s seats as comfortably as you can. He stays suspiciously quiet about everything but brings an arm up and around your shoulders and lets you lay your head on his shoulder where it meets his neck. When you’re settled he keeps holding your hand but his free hand around your shoulder comes up to stroke your hair. It doesn’t take long to fall asleep.

Pt. 12.1/Pt. 13/?

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villainousshakespeare · 4 years ago

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Offerings

Loki/OFC one shot

Rated M: Angst, tooth rotting fluff, love, some light smut,

Summary: Laek is a healer from Alfheim sent to Asgard to train under Eir. She is lonely on so alien a world, with no one to talk to and all her dreams of adventure on hold. When she begins to receive gifts from a secret source, she cannot begin to imagine who has left them, or why.

**Set before the events of Thor I, when Loki was still a sweet (if mischievous) untraumatized soul.

I have been feeling a bit blue this weekend, and wanted to write something angsty and tooth-achingly sweet. This was the result. I hope you like it!!!

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She did not belong here. The thought echoed like a silent scream through Laek's mind, try as she might to suppress it. Looking around her, at this strange world she'd been thrust into, it was all she could do not to weep. Laek knew she was being self indulgent and melodramatic, but she could not seem to help herself. What, after all, was a young woman like herself, born and raised to heal the injuries of men and gods, doing in a realm that celebrated war?

All around her, men and women dressed in armor, encased in and carrying the steel that was designed to do harm to one another. The air filled with the clang of weapons on a constant basis, accompanied by cries as blade edges found their homes in flesh. Even wielded as they were here in practice, mistakes were bound to be made, injuries acquired. They celebrated scars here, badges of honor for the noble race that elevated all that she had been raised to strive against.

It was not that she was a pacifist. Laek knew that there were things worth fighting for, causes that she would die to defend. It was just that the level of worship here accorded brute strength, the ability to maim and kill, was out of all proportion to her mind. Surely, surely, she thought, there were other skills of equal value.

She had been brought here to train in her arts, for it was on Asgard that the Goddess Eir, worshiped above all by healers such as herself, resided. It made sense, in its way. Where else would she be more needed than on this barbaric world. And Laek was learning much and more from the blessed Goddess. Her own powers and knowledge were still green, if great in latent strength. Laek was the strongest natural healer to be born to her people in generations, but at just 700 years old she had much still to learn. It was thought that 100 years under the watchful eye of Eir would be exactly what was needed to nurture her gift. 100 years. She had been here for one month, and already she wanted to throw herself off the much vaunted rainbow bridge to escape.

It would be easier, she often thought, if she didn't look so different on top of all else. She was smaller than most of these Asgardians, both in height and body mass, and her clothing was soft and flowing rather than hard and protective. Her pale gold hair she kept long, after the fashion of her Alfar people, braided across her temples and tied with ribbon woven through. Under a high brow, her wide, tilted eyes shaded different colors, from gold to green to crystal, depending on her mood, an embarrassment to her now that she found them so often a cloudy grey that gave away her discontent.

Laek was not mistreated, of course. Eir and her acolytes were kind to her, in their fashion. But the Goddess was old, dry, and set in her ways. The All Mother, Frigga, had pulled her aside upon her arrival in a most kindly manner, telling Laek that her door was always open, should the young healer need to talk. Occasionally she had thought of taking her up on that offer, but in truth she was more than a little intimidated by the regal Goddess that ruled Asgard at her husband's side, and her courage had failed her every time. Odin himself flat out terrified her, as did their two sons, the golden Thor and the sleek, dark but pale Loki. She watched them, but never dared approach.

And so Laek spent her time in a somber routine. In the mornings she would rise, bathe, dress, and report to the infirmary. Once there, she would spend the early half of the day tending to the sick and injured, attending on Eir and absorbing as much knowledge as she could at the healer's side. In the afternoon, she would head to the library, where all of the written knowledge of all 9 realms was stored in the pages of books and scrolls, a collection that had no rival in any universe. She would loose herself there for hours in reading, studying healing or simply learning about the customs and practices of other places, places she longed in her secret, adventurer's heart to see for herself one day.

She ate her meals at the end of a table in the great feast hall, alone amidst a sea of strangers. At night, she retired to her chambers to an early rest, often walking in the moonlit garden beneath her rooms, where she could pretend for a moment that she were home and at peace.

It was in the library one afternoon, in the beginning of her second month, that the first token appeared. She had found her eyes glazing over as she studied a text on blood transfusions, and in an attempt to rouse her mind had gotten up and wandered to the section that contained dwarfish riddles, pulling a book at random to bring back to her seat.

When she returned to her bench, her breath caught in her chest. There, lying atop the open tome that had so sedated her, was a pale blue crystal. The stone, smooth to the touch and oval in shape, had a pure clarity that made the sparkling fire at its depth shine so brightly it looked like the evening star. Laek had seen many such stones in her time, for they came from her home, from Alfheim, but never one so perfect, so incandescent.

Dropping the riddle book, she had picked it up with trembling hands, and then, unable to do anything else, had run to her rooms, thrown herself on her bed and wept, clutching it to her breast. It was home, a talisman of all that she missed in this strange land.

She had asked the next day, in a shy, anxious voice, if the librarian on duty had seen where it had come from, who had left it. In response, she had gotten a terse "no" and a lecture on leaving her books unshelved when she was finished with them.

Eight days later, she had been walking in the garden as the first stars rose, blue stone secreted into her pocket so she could feel it cool against her hand. When she reached her favorite bench where she always stopped to gaze up at an unobstructed view of the heavens through a circle of elder trees, she found a flower. Placed carefully in the exact center of the bench, it was a perfect red rose, a flower that she had only read of until then. It grew on neither Asgard nor Alfheim, but was prized on Midgard for its beauty. She raised it to her nose and inhaled the lovely aroma, a soft smile coming to her lips.

After the rose, it had been a snowflake, perfectly preserved between two pieces of glass found in her cubby in the healer's quarters. Larger than any she had ever seen, she knew it could only come from Jotunheim, home of the fearsome Frost Giant. How anyone could have gotten it, let alone why they would have left it for her was a mystery she couldn't begin to explain. Still, the gesture touched her deeply. Someone had noticed her, other than to sneer or pity. Someone was being kind. She only wished she knew who it was.

Laek began to hope for the small tokens, to take greater note of her surroundings in case some small item were to be slipped in. It was a good thing, too, as she could easily have injured herself had she accidentally sat on the twisted puzzle box made of small metal daggers that had obviously come from Nidavellir. She spent all that night unlocking it, to find a bright green gem set on a silver chain within.

The tokens made Laek's life exciting again. Oh, she knew how pathetic that sounded, but she didn't care. She had a friend, even if they didn't make themselves known to her. Every time she searched the area where a gift was deposited, there was the same result. No one had seen anything. No trace was to be found of the person who had left them.

When they stopped, she was devastated. Three weeks went by, and there was nothing. Not in any of the places she frequented. As time went on and no further offerings of friendship appeared, Laek grew despondent. Perhaps whoever it was had found a new game, a new way to pass the time that did not involve the strange Liosalfar who was all alone on Asgard. On the day that marked a month passing with no new token, Laek begged off early from the infirmary, pleading fatigue of her own, and returned to her quarters. She knew it was silly to feel so bereft, but she could not help it.

She was aware something was wrong the moment she opened the door to her outer chamber and her eyes shifted to amber. She had magic deep within her, at her very core. A warding over her rooms, her sanctuary, was a automatic outcrop of that magic. She could tell beyond a shadow of doubt when someone had breached that warding, no matter how subtle the magic the intruder had used. Tiptoeing silently, she made her way towards her bedroom, where a quiet rustling could be heard. Opening the door, her eyes went to a figure standing over her bed.

"Frjosa!" she said, arm twisting out towards the intruder, who instantly froze in place.

With a pounding heart, Laek pushed door the rest of the way open and gaped in stunned disbelief. There, next to her bed, was the frozen form of Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson. She had caught him just raising his head, his green eyes wide with surprise as the spell hit him. His hair, dark and straight, brushed against the collar of his green tunic ornamented with gold. One elegant, long fingered hand was extended towards her pillow, and in it was grasped a rolled up piece of parchment tied with a green ribbon.

"What in all the Nine?" Laek said allowed, staring at the frozen prince.

Why would he be in her room? It made sense in one way, only a strong sorcerer would have been able to break her wards and enter. She knew he was known for his mischief, had he had some prank in mind to play on the unsuspecting foreigner thrust into their midst? With his mastery of magic, he could pull any number of tricks on her.

Shaking her head in confusion, Laek made a small motion with her fingers, and unfroze his body, still, however, containing him within a parameter of limited space.

"My Lady," he gasped, a flush of red suffusing his cheeks. "I pray, forgive me my intrusion."

"You," she said, stupidly.

"I am Loki," he told her, sketching a courtly bow.

"Yes, I know," she replied with a little laugh, feeling her eyes shade to blue as she blushed. He was royalty and handsome as sin, she could hardly not know who he was. "I am Laek of Alfheim. But I suppose you know that, since you are in my room."

"I do," he admitted with a small nod of his head. "Again, a thousand apologies for my trespass."

"But why are you trespassing?" she asked, tilting her head as she stared at his handsome frame. She could feel his magic pulsing from him, attempting to find a chink in the stasis field she had him trapped in. Only in her own chambers would she be able to confine one as strong as he she knew.

"I don't suppose you would believe this is a shortcut to the armory?" he asked with a devastating smile.

"Through my bedroom? I think not."

"Ah, well then."

"What is that you have in your hand?" she demanded, noticing how he was attempting to hide it behind his back.

"Nothing," he said shortly, blushing again.

"It is not nothing!" she approached him warily, as one would a cornered animal. She knew he could do no magic, not bound as she had him, but that did not mean he could not use physical strength should she come too close. Against that, she had no defense unless she chose to freeze him again, and such a course would not yield the answers she sought.

"Your magic work is commendable," he praised her, sending a spark of something warm shooting through her. "Normally I could break a spell such as this in a matter of seconds, but your construction is seamless."

"You are in my nest," she shrugged, inching closer. "It is the way of our kind to protect our homes."

"Perhaps you could teach me," he smiled again, unleashing a lethal charm for one so young. She felt her own lips begin to tilt up, struggled to get them under control.

"Perhaps," she said non-committaly. "Once I know your intentions."

With speed that she knew surprised others not of her race, Laek's hand shot out and snatched the scroll from his hand. He made an unconscious noise of protest, but she had it out of his reach before he could grab it back. Was it a spell, she wondered? Some joke he sought to play on her? Biting her lower lip, she untied the ribbon and unscrolled the crackly parchment.

Her eyes widened with shock as she read the words written in an ornate, ancient hand. It was Vanir in origin and dialect, but the words were not a sorcerous incantation, but rather a poem; a rather romantic, lyrical poem set in a forest by night.

"I meant to be gone before you found that," he stammered. "I had no wish to embarrass you."

"You!" she breathed, realization hitting her. "You are the one who left all the tokens for me!"

Her left hand dipped into her pocket to grasp the blue stone, while her right flew to the green gem around her neck. Her eyes flicked to her bedside table, where the rose stood in a crystal bud vase next to the pressed snow.

"I did," he admitted, not meeting her eyes. "I ran out of locations to leave them for you. You go so few places. It took me weeks to breach your warding and make my way in here. I never expected you to return so soon. It is not your normal habbit."

He was babbling, she realized. As though he were the nervous one.

"Why?" she asked, at last. "Why leave them for me?"

"You seemed so lonely," he said, arms coming across his chest and head ducking down defensively. "Always by yourself, not really fitting in here. It caught my attention."

"It did?"

"Yes," he said softly. "I know a bit what that is like. Let us say, it piqued my curiosity. An easy thing to do, in truth. I watched you often in the library. I spend a portion of most days there. Tracked what you read. It seemed you had a desire to see the worlds."

"I do," she admitted. "I always have."

"I know a bit about that too. I know of course that you are here for study, and what a demanding teacher Eir can be. I trained under her for a century or so myself you see. I thought, if you could not go to the world, perhaps the world, or a small representation of it, could come to you."

"A stone from Alfheim, a snowflake from Jotunheim, a puzzle and gem from Nidavellir, a rose from Midgard, and a poem from Vaniheim. You went to all of those places? Found these things?"

"I did," he said, as though it were nothing. "It is easy enough if you know how. I admit, I was stumped as to what I would do when I reached Helheim on my list. Even I might have difficulty breaking in and out of there."

"Again, why?" she asked, staring at him with wonder. "It must have been so difficult. Why go to all that trouble? You might have just talked to me."

"I like a challenge," he said proudly, lifting his chin. After a moment though, his eyes dropped. "And I did not know if such an overture would be accepted. I am not... well liked or understood on Asgard."

"That makes two of us," she laughed, a bit breathlessly.

"I suppose it does," he replied, chuckling himself. "My dear Laek, do you think you might undo the stasis barrier? While it is causing me no physical distress, the wound to my pride is nigh on unbearable."

"Of course!" she said at once, moving her hand in a lateral swipe that dissolved magic.

"Thank you," he said with a deep breath of relief.

"I liked the gifts," she told him quietly, suddenly feeling shy now that he was free.

"Did you?" he asked, stepping towards her.

"They are all that has made these past months bearable on this planet."

"You are all that has made the past months bearable," he said, gazing into her eyes in a way that made her breath catch. "Before you arrived, I was miserable. Nothing changed, everyone was the same. Then you appeared, and I couldn't breath. I wanted... needed to know you."

"Me?" she she breathed in awe.

"You. Have you no idea how beautiful you are? And then to discover you were smart as well, gifted in magic, and curious to boot? For the first time in centuries there was someone in this accursed realm besides my mother who I thought I might understand. Who I wanted to know. To know in so many ways."

"You could have said hello," she said, feeling far out of her depth as he stood so near to her, took her hand in his.

"I could have," he said. "I chose not to. Can you forgive me?"

"Yes," she said simply, willing in that moment to forgive him any sin.

"Will you let me kiss you?" it was the uncertainty in his voice that touched her the most. He honestly didn't know if she would allow it.

"Yes," she said again, transfixed.

He was slow, gentle. His lips touched hers softly at first, brushing against her like silk. When she tilted her head towards him, he sighed into the kiss and gently lapped against her lips with his tongue. Laek opened her mouth willingly to him, inviting him to explore, to taste her. His arm came around her waist and pulled her flush against him as her fingers fanned out over his chest. He at last pulled away from her, leaving little nipping kisses on her lower lip as he did.

"Minn svass," he murmured as he gazed at her. "Your eyes are crystal."

Laek blushed crimson. She could tell from his smug voice that he knew what crystal meant. Her truest color. She wanted him. Wanted him desperately.

"Do not be embarrassed, sweetheart," he smiled. "Mine would be too."

As he took a step away from her, her eyes drifted downward and she saw the proof of his words, tenting his trousers.

"I would not disrespect you," he told her in a rough voice. "Would court you as your station deserves."

Laek bit her lower lip, struggling for words, always a problem for her when her emotions ran high.

"Could you not disrespect me just for one day?" she asked at last, flashing him a nervous smile.

A slow, wide grin spread over Loki's face as he stepped back towards her, pulled her into his embrace.

"I can do that," he practically growled at her.

He was kissing her then with a newfound ferocity, claiming her mouth, her neck, anywhere he could find flesh. Her hands fumbled at the hem of his tunic, and he raised his arms to help her pull it off. Her dress quickly followed, and he tumbled her down onto the obliging mattress just inches away.

"So beautiful," he groaned, eyes wandering her body where she lay naked before him. "Delicate as a flower and all for me."

"Loki," she panted as he devested himself of his trousers and stood before her in all his glorious nakedness.

She guided him into her, sweet and wet and open to his invasion. Her slim legs rose to wrap themselves around his hips as he buried himself within her walls. He had wanted her for so long, the beautiful, alien woman who had captured his interest from first glance. The reality was even more perfect than he had imagined. She was soft yet supple, molding around him as he thrust within her. He could feel the magic that was part of her very being, and it mingled with his own in a way that made their coupling more intimate than he had ever known it could be. When he felt her walls clamp down around him, felt his own release pump warm and strong inside her, filling her, it was with an intensity he had never experienced before. He cried out her name, almost as though in prayer, heard his own name called back with equal urgency and bliss.

When at last they could breath again without panting, Laek lay cradled in Loki's arms, head resting on his slim, muscular chest. One of his hands toyed lightly with the stone around her neck, and she smiled at the thought of him finding it for her.

"Promise me," he said to her, "that you will wear this always."

"I promise," she told him without hesitation.

"Tomorrow I begin to court you officially," he reminded her.

"I look forward to it," she smiled at him with a dreamy smile. The smile faded after a moment as her crystal eyes sought his green. "Loki, I have been so lonely."

"Think not on that, love," he told her, covering her with his body. "I am with you now, and you will never have to be alone again."

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imagine-loki · 4 years ago

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Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

TITLE: Soulbonds and Fairy Dust (rewrite) CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 33/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine one of the fae has been helping the Avengers, jumping in to help them on missions and vanishing before Shield can bring her in. Loki joins the team and convinces her to come talk to the team and consider joining before Shield takes more drastic measures. RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: This is a rewrite of the original work of the same name. Also on AO3 here

Loki’s arm wrapped around Sig, keeping her on her feet. “We need to get her back to the palace immediately. Brother, will you take care of her horse? She’ll be riding with me so I can keep her safe,” Loki’s words were fast and he trusted his brother to keep up. He didn’t think Sig could stay ahorse even if she were coherent enough to try, especially not at the pace that he was planning on setting. Especially when he was holding her up just to keep her standing. He cursed that they were too far from the palace for him to be able to teleport them home. Even he had his limits.

At least he had some small amount of healing magic and was planning on using it to keep her stable until they reached the palace. He trusted his mother to be able to help more.

He prayed his mother could fix it.

He didn’t know how she would fix the after effects of too much blood magic, but he hoped against hope that she could.

If not, he and Sig were both dead.

Thor nodded. “Go, we’ll catch up,” he told Loki quickly. He could see how bad Sig looked, they all could. It was easy to see when all her color was gone. Loki swept her up into his arms and headed for his horse. Thor went with him and Loki passed her to him so he could mount and Thor handed Sig up to him effortlessly. She too out of it to protest.

The second she was settled in front of Loki, cradled in his arms, Thor took a step back and Loki grabbed the reins, kicking the horse into a gallop. Her head landed on his shoulder when she was settled and she fell into unconsciousness for the trip home.

Loki cursed when he realized she was unconscious and used his limited healing magic to try to keep her from getting any worse on the long ride home. He thanked all the old gods for his horse’s excellent breeding, stamina, and endurance, and promised his stallion proper pampering when they made it back to the stables.

He would promise anything to get Sig back to his mother as quickly as possible.

An agonizingly long ride later, Loki reached the stables of the palace and nearly threw himself from the saddle with Sig held safely in his arms. He trusted the stablehands to see to his horse as he teleported directly to the healing wing. “I need help! Now!” He called. Then in a heartbroken begging added: “Please!”

Frigga herself rushed over and led Loki to one of the beds, gesturing for him to lay Sig down. “What happened?” she asked in the no-nonsense way of a healer.

Loki tried to focus on her question instead of how bad Sig looked. He was terrified about the fact that Sig still hadn’t woken. “She closed the last doorway and we were immediately swarmed by a large group of fae. The doorway and the battle drained her completely. She passed out on the way here,” his concern and panic were evident in his tone. He didn’t even attempt to hide it. Frigga would see through it anyway.

Frigga nodded her understanding and seemed so confident in fixing this that Loki relaxed ever so slightly. Frigga took Loki’s soulbond marked hand and placed it on Sig’s so her soulbond marks touched. Power flared between them and a hint of her color started to come back. “Don’t rely on that trick too heavily,” Frigga warned Loki. “It is only working this time because it was blood magic involved, and not her fae power in particular,” she added as Sig started to stir.

“Loki?” Sig murmured as her eyes cracked open, as she fought her way awake.

“Stay there,” Frigga told Loki and went to collect the rest of the supplies she had set up. She’d expected Sig to come back drained, but not this drained. She’d expected that Sig would need to recover.

Loki nodded to Frigga and looked to Sig as he gripped her hand tightly, giving her as much power as she needed through the soulbond. “I’m here, my love. Don’t fret, everything’s alright now,” he soothed.

That wasn’t right, but she couldn’t figure out why. She’d done something wrong, she knew it. “I’m sorry, I …” she trailed off on whatever she were trying to say, whatever she was trying to apologize for. The train of thought was gone.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. Now you need to get some rest, darling,” Loki told her gently as he stroked a loose lock of hair back behind her ear.

Frigga returned with a couple vials of potions. “This is made of moonlight,” she told Loki as they got Sig sitting up enough to drink the potion when Loki held it to her lips. “Which has power restoring properties for the fae. It is not easy to make,” she added as

Sig’s eyes fluttered back shut from the potion, leaning against Loki. He laid her gently back down on the bed. “Thank you, mother,” he sighed in relief when Sig’s colors returned, still muted, but she wasn’t completely gray anymore.

“She will be just fine, my darling,” Frigga reassured Loki, then smirked. “And you do not have to hold her hand any longer,” she added. Loki flushed a little and dropped her hand, but not before he brought it to his lips to kiss the back of her hand. He was so grateful that she was still alive and doing better. “Get her to a proper bed,” Frigga told him. No one wanted to rest in the healing wing. Especially healers. “When she wakes, let the stubborn thing eat something and take a bath before you make her take the second vial of potion,” she pressed the vial into his hand and he vanished it to safety in his dimensional pocket. “Keep her curtains open tonight. The full moon will do her good,”

Loki nodded his understanding of all the instructions and lifted Sig into his arms, cradling her gently, tenderly. “Thank you, mother,” he repeated.

“She’ll be fine, darling,” Frigga reassured Loki again, noting that he was still worried. “She just needs to rest for a few days after the second vial of potion and she’ll be back to normal,”

Loki nodded again, but looked more relieved and he bent to kiss Frigga’s cheek, his grip on Sig not faltering when he did. “I should get her to bed so she can get some proper sleep,” he paused before he added “Would you be up to eating dinner with me in my sitting room? I don’t wish to leave her alone while she recovers,” he still wanted to spend time with Frigga and definitely didn’t want to leave Sig alone. She’d been through too much already and he just wanted to pamper her.

Frigga nodded. “I will see you for dinner and your lady should wake by then as well,”

He nodded and teleported to his bedroom and tucked Sig into his bed, where he knew she’d be safe. He sat next to her in case she needed him and summoned a book to pass the time.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #chapter 33 #nekoamamori #rewrite #Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

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lokis-daggers · 3 years ago

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Untitled Thor/Loki brothers Fic (1/?)

As you can tell I suck at titles.

Prompt: Thor and Loki shenanigans before everything fell apart in Thor 1, Young adult teenage Thor and Loki. I'm not very well versed in Norse mythology, but I will try to be as accurate as possible.

Warnings: Hot/Cold, Fluff/Angst, Injuries (Whump, like a lot of it), Odin being the bag of shit that he was (abuse).

Poor grammar, tried my best to proofread, but please bare with me.

The wing was blowing through his hair, the smell of forest, mud and fresh rain all blended in the atmosphere covering the stench of sweat radiating from his body, Thor looked back and found his younger brother chasing him through the forest. "Where did you hide my book of enchantments mother gave me!?" Loki shouted from the top of his lungs, Thor smirked and simply continued running, he knew that Loki wasn't as fast a sprinter as he was, "Tell me what you were doing in fathers chambers last night and I'll give it back!" Thor turned around to check on the distance when he slipped on a patch of mud. Lokis eyes widened and took the chance to prance on top of his older, more muscular older brother. He took a branch from the ground, "Give it back now before I stab your eye out!" He gritted his teeth. Thor grabbed Loki by the collar and flipped him onto the ground, he took the branch from Lokis's hand and now had his elbow digging into Lokis's chest. Loki grunted in pain, surely the amount of pressure he was applying was only enough to restrain Loki not to hurt him so Thor was taken back when he heard the grunt of pain from his younger brother, he loosened his grip, "Just tell me what happened in fathers chambers!"

"Nothing! Nothing happened! I went to look for mother!" Loki shouted.

"You were in there for hours!" Thor shouted back.

"I needed help with a conjuring spell!" Loki lied.

"You're a terrible liar brother, Sif saw you exit the chambers last night looking defeated, she had thought that you might have gotten into a fight with Volstagg, but that was not the case." Thor picked him up from the ground and held him against a tree.

"Conjuring spells tire me out, I swear I was conspiring against you if that's what you worried about, now give me my book back!" Loki then took the chance to knee Thor in the groin.

Thor fell to the ground groaning in pain, "Jeez brother, that was uncalled for..." Thor held his hand in midair, the large leather-bound book then appeared. Loki took it back from his hand and walked away.

Thor picked himself back up and ran after his brother, "Do wanna join me hunting before dinner?" Thor asked him in a friendly tone.

"No." Loki walked faster.

"Come on brother! We all know you wanna come along, you can show off your dagger skills!"

"No."

"Loser."

Loki stopped in his tracks, "I beg your pardon"

Thor smirked, "Then beg."

Loki rolled his eyes and continued walking back to the palace.

"Sif is still telling everyone that her marksmanship is better than yours across the realms," Thor whispered into his ears tauntingly.

Loki laughed out loud, "Well you can tell her I'm going to show her true skills."

Thor picked up his steps and walked backwards in front of Loki, "Great! I'm taking that as a yes, meet at the city gates 2 hours before dinner!" Thor ran off into the village probably up to something stupid with the warriors three.

Loki dragged his feet back into his room, he calls it a room, but the size was comparable to a Midgardian middle school gymnasium. He plopped down by his desk and flipped through the pages of enchantments. The longer he sat in his chair the sorer he felt. He avoided the healer's chambers at all cost, worried that others would catch on about his mysterious ailments. He walked over to his bookshelf that was overflowing with books sprawled on the floor, he found a book of healing spells, he took the book to his bed and took his leather outer layer off, revealing the green shirt underneath, he lifted his shirt and saw the canvas of red and purple bruises, he sighed and held his right hand over the bruises to apply the spell, his hand glowed green as the pain faded away, the bruises remained. He pulled his shirt back down and rubbed his eyes, he was recalling how he got these bruises. Yesterday morning he was practicing his enchantments when he came up with an amazing idea. He was going to turn Thor into a frog. He baited his brother to the courtyard and when he was distracted he did exactly that, in a blink of an eye Thor was the size of his palm, after poking at his brother who was then a frog he tried to turn him back, but he couldn't, no matter how hard he focused on the spell he couldn't do it. He placed Thor into his pocket and ran to find his mother in the gardens, the issue was, the all-father was also there. Loki fell to his knees and asked his mother to turn his brother back, "Mother I am aware of my frivolous mistake, Can you please turn Thor back?"

Frigga looked to Odin and smiled, "You foolish child." Odin mumbled. Frigga waved her hand and the weight of his full-size brother fell on top of Loki, "Loki that was so cool!" Thor laughed. Frigga helped both her children up to their feet, "Now now, go and play."

Thor laughed and greeted his father goodbye before prancing off somewhere, Loki was about to follow him when Odin told, "Loki, I'll have a word with you later tonight." Loki bowed his head down and ran off to find Thor. Later that evening was standing outside of Odin's chamber. A guard opened the door for the young prince, when the doors closed, Loki felt a bash to the stomach. Odin and stomped him down onto his knees, "Do you know what you are being punished for, boy?" He asked in an ever so condescending tone.

"I was frivolous, foolish, I was not using my wits and caused a mess, I am truly sorry father."

Odin paced back and forth in front of Loki, "What would you have done if Frigga had not reversed your spell."

Loki hung his head low, "I promise father, it will not happen again" Odin swung Gungnir (His staff) towards Lokis's side, knowing to avoid his head to avoid visible injuries. Loki clenched his saw and continued kneeling. The hour or so he was being told off by Odin while taking a few kicks here nod there, by the time Odin got tired he ordered Loki back to his room. Loki hadn't noticed that Sif was right around the corner when he headed back to his room.

Loki closed the book of healing spells in front of him and sighed. This will all be worth it when he gets crowned king he thought to himself.

After some light reading, Loki walked over to his armoury and pulled out his set of daggers and his bow and arrow. He took his horse and headed towards the city gates. He made eye contact with Hogun first, he waved over to Loki, then so did the rest, Thor smiled from ear to ear when he spotted his brother. "Everyone's here!" Thor cheered. Fandral then asked, "So what are hunting today, elks?" Thor shook his head. "Even better Fandral, bandits." Thor was nodding his head. Everyone was taken back, Sif then spoke, "Wait, Thor, you don't mean the bandit camp in the southern forest do you?"

Thor cracked his knuckles and pointed to her, "Right on the nose. I heard father talking about their plan of rebellion and his plan to annihilate the camp with the guards, so I thought, what not a better idea than us going to annihilate the camp proving to Father and the nine realms what we are capable of!" No one else questioned his decision, but Loki. "Brother, I don't think that to be wise, if things go south we could be outnumbered the captured causing chaos in the palace. Then say that we do go and deafest the bandits, the fact that we are going on an unsanctioned palace mission will not make father happy."

Before Loki could begin his next sentence Thor was leading the others towards the southern forests. Loki has a moment of thought where he was going to go back to the palace to alert Odin, but then if Odin found that he left Thor and the others in the middle of the battlefield he would get the punishment of a lifetime, so he foolishly followed.

Thor didn't know what went wrong, one moment they had the upper hand and suddenly they were severely outnumbered, Thor looked around as he fended for himself to ensure that his friends and brother were okay.

Hogun was surrounded by the bandits Loki ran to his side to aid him, but Hogun was stabbed through his left shoulder, the sound of his scream as the blade ripped out of his flesh rang in Lokis ears, "Thor we need to go now!" Loki shouted, Sif ran over and assisted Hogun as Loki ran towards his foolish brother, he slew the bandits as he got closer and closer to Thor, "You idiot, we need to go now!" Loki grabbed onto Thor's shoulder, Thor had blood dripping down his face from a wound to the head, Loki didn't have time to worry about him as he physically dragged his brother back to the horses, Fandral was already running behind Hogun and Sif as he protected them from being attacked, Volstagg was surrounded, nowhere to run. Thor ran back and Loki had realized why, Loki gripped the twin daggers as he ran in to get Volstagg with Thor, at this point, it was 3 vs 20. Thor hoisted Volstagg up and fought his way through, Loki was right behind them, then Loki noticed a bandit aim an arrow right at Thor from between the Trees, Loki tried to conjure a shield of some sort, but it didn't work, when the arrow was released Loki pushed Thor down to the ground, Volstagg falling with him, Loki felt the pain of the arrow rip through him, his right side was on fire before Thor could form a sentence Loki pulled the arrow and aimed it with his bow, he shot the arrow wielding bandit through the eye and continued running. Once everyone was on the horses they raced back to the palace, no one had yet been alerted. It was now 20 minutes to dinner, Odin and Frigga would be in the great hall. Loki was holding a handkerchief to his wound, blood seeping through his fingers, instead of jumping off from his horse he practically fell off if Thor had not quickly caught him. "Loki, we need to get you to the healers," Thor said as ripped a piece of cloth from his cape to press against Loki. Lokis's eyes widened, "No, Thor please, no healers" It was the first time in a very long time that he heard Loki use the word please in a non-sarcastic tone. "Bring me to my room, I have a book of healing spells," Loki mumbled.

Thor dragged Loki to his room, while Frandrall and Sif got Hogun and Volstagg to the healer's chambers.

Thor sat Loki down on the bed, he was barely conscious, Thor found the book on Lokis's desk, Loki was pulling off his armour and shirt to reveal the bruising and scratches. Loki lifted the piece of cloth from his wound. "Brother, you look like absolute shit. I'm bringing mother." Thor turned for the door when Loki grabbed him by the wrist. "Brother, don't. I can handle this myself. Put your muscles to good use and cover my mouth." Loki cringed as the sentence sounded better in his head. Loki adjusted himself so he leaning against the headboard of the bed, he flipped to a page in the spellbook and repeated the phrase in his head, there was now a bright green glow from his hand, Thor placed his hand over Lokis mouth as Loki held his hand to the bleeding wound, Loki was screaming in his hand as Thor watch the skin mend back together and the bleeding stopped. Loki was his hand over scapes and bruises, Thor noticed that some of them were old, the bruising were a different shade of purple than the new ones on his arms, and the cuts had dried blood that was almost brown, he knew from past injuries himself that Loki did not obtain those today, it had to be at least a day old, but Loki was with him all at yesterday, then it dawned upon him, the only time they parted ways when Loki was in Odin's chamber. Thor looked back to Loki was still healing himself, his other hand gripping onto the bedsheets, the way his hand moved was all too familiar, rehearsed, he had practiced. When Loki finished he collapsed onto the bed, Thor was shaking him by the shoulders, "Loki, Loki? Are you okay?" Loki breathed heavily, his voice was hoarse, "I'm fine, I just need to rest, tell Mother and Father I will not be joining them for dinner, come up with an excuse." Loki relaxed onto his sheets. Thor sighed and fetched a palace guard outside of Lokis room, "Yes my prince?" the guard knelt onto one knee, "Inform mother and father that Loki and I are catching up on our studies and will not be joining them in the great hall this evening" Thor used his commanding voice. "Yes. Will that be all my prince."

"Yes."

Thor went to this room to change out of the blood-drenched armour and washed his face. He quickly went back to Lokis's room. He found his younger brother in the same position he had left him. Thor took a basin of hot water and wiped down the blood from his brother's face and body. "I'm sorry I got you into this mess, I guess you can say that we're even on the whole frog thing yesterday and you were right, about us not being able to handle the bandits, I knew you were right, but I just wanted to prove to father that we can do it, that we have what it takes to be king." Thor sighed as he changed Loki into clean clothes. Loki was completely knocked out and didn't hear a word Thor said. Thor adjusted Lokis's body so he was sleeping in the correct position, he covered him with the blanket and stared at Loki, "Were you always this small?" He whispered to himself. Thor sat on the floor at the end of the bed and thought back to when they were children, Loki had just learnt how to shapeshift and Thor was playing in the garden. Loki turned into a snake cause he knew how much Thor loved snakes, Thor immediately picked him up and played with him, Loki saw the opportunity to quickly turn back into his original form and stabbed him with a small dagger, it was nothing fatal, but it still hurt. The laugh that echoed from his little brother and the huge smile on his face will forever be recorded as Thor's favourite memory of child Loki. Thor remembered the small stab wound aching even after the healers applied medicine, he could only begin to imagine the pain Loki had endured when he took that arrow. Slowly as he recalled other memories Thor drifted off into slumber.

It was now the dead of night when Thor was woken by Loki, he was talking in his sleep, Thor ran to Loki, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. Loki was mumbling in his sleepy, at first Thor couldn't comprehend what he was saying, but then he heard, "Father... I'm sorry, I'm foolish, sorry..." Thor felt this anger bubbling inside him. Thor used the cuff of his sleeve to wipe Lokis face, "Loki, it's okay, fathers no here" Thor whispered to Loki, Thor grabbed the other pillow and placed it in between Lokis arms, he knew his brother loved to cuddle in his sleep when they were children and shared a room, Loki had an alligator toy that he cuddled with to sleep every night. He watched as Loki calmed down and fell back into a deep slumber. Thor looked out to the tall stained-glass windows and swore to never allow anyone to hurt his brother like this again.

Notes: Thanks for reading and I hope you excused all my grammar errors. I have a glimpse of what part 2 looks like. Hope to get it out as soon as possible. You are loved, I love you. Talk again soon! - Crystal.

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yet-another-fan-girl9 · 4 years ago

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Inhuman (8)

Summary: All beings in the universe have a soulmate except for Midgardians. People can hear their soulmate in their heads. For almost five hundred and fifty years, Loki believed that he had no soulmate until 1513 when a Midgardian princess was born. Will fate be kind to them or will the universe tear them apart?

Warnings: violence, language, hella historical inaccuracies (I tried to do research but then got lazy), maybe some AOS spoilers(?)

Word Count: ~3000

A/N: Screw schedules. I know it’s been a long, hot minute, but yeah... enjoy and please don’t be mad at me. (Scroll to the end to see how I picture Max, Liam, and Izzy in my head)

[Upstate New York, June 2024]

It was warming up outside, but nobody went out unless it was for exercise. They were too focused on finding the Kree. Sometimes, when you slept well and had enough motivation, you went on a quick ten mile run in the morning.

Today was one of those mornings and you needed to clear your head before you spent the whole day thinking. The morning air was still cool and a thick mist had settled on the fields and forests around the compound. The water droplets dampened your shorts and tank top. You passed Steve and Bucky a few times, they were probably running the distance of a marathon or two.

Once you finished, you strolled back into the compound and wiped off all the dew with a towel. You went to the kitchen and rifled through the fridge for breakfast. You ended up with a couple of apples. Someone walked into the room behind you and when you turned around, you noticed it was Loki. A smile spread across your face.

“Do you want something to eat?” You held an apple out to him and took a bite out of the second one. He accepted your offer and you sat next to each other at the counter.

“Did you go on a run?” Loki asked and you nodded, mouth full of the fruit. “Why would you run on purpose?”

You swallowed and cleared your throat. “Well, it’s like training. Helps me fight longer and all that.”

“I thought your Inhuman powers took care of that.”

“Still. I bet I can beat you in a race. Anyways, it also helps me clear my head.”

“I suppose we would need a clear mind for today. Have you thought of any plans?”

“No. Actually, yes, but it’s not very safe.”

“I know what you mean. Many of my ideas involve people to sacrifice themselves.”

You laughed, “Of course they do.”

“Is that a scar?” Loki asked after a moment. “I didn’t think you were able to get scars.”

“Oh, yeah,” you exclaimed and looked at your left knee. “Funny story actually. Short version, during the second World War, I ran into Steve and Bucky. The other Howling Commandos, a special group of soldiers, and I were messing around with Steve’s shield and it cut me somehow. That’s how I learned wounds from Vibranium weapons and shit cause me to heal like a normal person.” Steve and Bucky walked into the kitchen, finished with their run. “Speak of the devil,” you joked.

“What?” Steve looked back and forth between you and Loki.

“Ah, it’s nothing,” you waved the question away. “Just talking about the scar your shield gave me back in 1944.”

“I’m sorry again, about that. Sorry,” he stuttered while his face turned red. Everyone else in the room laughed

“It’s okay, Steve. It was a long time ago.” You stood up and stretched. “I’ve gotta go clean up now. See you guys later.” You sent Loki one last wink before you disappeared around the corner.

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Everyone stared at the map displayed on a screen. Red dots marked every location a Kree was spotted, but those blue bastards had evaded you all. F.R.I.D.A.Y. had been picking up fewer sightings of them and it really killed team morale. Maybe the Kree were using their invisibility technology or some other secret technology, but Inhumans across the country were still disappearing.

You had hoped that one of your people on the inside would have figured out a way to escape or contact you in some way. How were the Kree able to continue to abduct Inhumans without being caught by Tony’s tech?

Any new ideas since the last time I asked? You looked at Loki.

Since you last asked five minutes ago? No.

It’s just so quiet in here. I need some kind of stimulation to keep me awake.

Eventually, Steve pulled you away from the rest of the group.

“I’m beginning to worry that we’re going to need to go ahead with your plan,” he whispered and looked at everyone working their brains.

“Lots of them, most of them would probably oppose the idea.” You glanced at Loki who was fiddling with a pencil. “But I think you’re right. We have to go through with it.”

“It’s your plan. You should tell everyone.”

You nodded and walked to the front of the room. When you cleared your throat, they all looked up.

“Unfortunately, we’re not really getting anywhere by sitting here and thinking,” you began. “We have to act soon. I have a plan that many of you won’t like.”

“I assume it involves putting yourself in danger,” Loki guessed.

“Well, yes. Basically, I’m going to get myself captured by the Kree.”

“That’s a terrible fucking idea,” said Natasha.

“Absolutely idiotic,” agreed Max.

You could get hurt or die, Loki warned.

“I know all the risks. The Kree will bring me to wherever their hideout is and I can tell you how to get there.”

“How will you do that?” Tony crossed his arms. “I’m sure the Kree will confiscate any communication devices.”

“I have a direct communication that I’m ninety percent sure the Kree can’t remove. Anyways, I tell you all where the hideout is and you attack from the outside while the captured Inhumans and I attack from within.”

“If we’re going to attack, shouldn’t we have everyone?” Sam Wilson asked. “I mean some of my bones are still broken and Wanda hasn’t woken up since the first fight with the Kree. She’s really powerful and we need her.”

“I guess I can check to see if there’s a healer still out there.”

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?”

You only shrugged in response. “You never asked.”

“What’s your super reliable communication?” asked Steve.

You made eye contact with Loki and replied, “It had better be reliable.”

Loki rolled his eyes at the light threat while Max hid a snort.

Should we tell them? you looked at your soulmate.

I want to win part two of the bet.

Of course you do.

“This is a very risky plan,” Nat pointed out again.

“I know. I know the risks and I’m prepared for anything there Kree can do to me.”

“I don’t like this,” Loki said out loud.

“You don’t have to like this, but I’m doing it anyways.”

Nobody responded this time so you nodded and left the room to prepare.

The sound of heavy footsteps behind you made you turn around to see Loki’s brother, the God of Thunder. He caught up with you and began walking with you.

“You are my brother's soulmate, yes?” Thor asked. Surprisingly, this was one of the first times you talked to him.

“Um, yeah, I am. How long have you known?”

“Ah, from the night you showed up. I know my brother. He-I had to talk him into seeing you for the first time all those years ago.”

“Thank you for that. We had lots of great times together before, you know.”

“I do know. When you disappeared, Loki really withdrew from everyone. It hurts losing a soulmate, losing a special connection to someone else.”

“I’m sorry. When that happened, so many new things were happening in my life. I didn’t have anyone who knew about Loki. Nobody knew about soulmates.”

“What I want to say is be careful. I saw Loki lose you once, I don’t want him to lose you again.”

“I understand. I feel like I just got him back and I wouldn’t throw my life away.”

“So your ‘reliable communication’ is the connection?” Thor tapped his temple.

“You know it’s been reforged?”

“Loki’s been acting more and more like he used to when he first met you. He would chuckle out loud or roll his eyes at the randomest moments, completely unprompted.”

You smiled, picturing Loki outwardly reacting to you.

“I will survive for him. I—We will survive.”

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Loki walked into your room to find all of your weapons on the large bed. You looked up and greeted him with a small smile.

“Please, don’t do this.”

“I have to, Loki. You know that I’m not the biggest fan of this idea either.”

“Then you can—”

“How many times am I going to have this conversation with people? Unless someone comes up with a better, safer plan, I’m going through with this.”

“You can stay. We can brainstorm longer.”

“I’m a queen, and it’s like my subjects are being taken and killed. I can’t keep doing nothing. I have to act.” He nodded and you went back to sorting through your weapons.

“This is a nice knife,” Loki observed and picked up the weapon. “You’re not taking it?”

“Not if the Kree are going to confiscate it. You can bring it to me, though.”

“When we come rescue you?” He pocketed the knife.

“As if I need to be rescued.” You walked over to him and handed him one of your favorite guns. He took the weapon, but your touch lingered. “I’ll be safe and I’ll come back.”

It felt like you should say something, but neither of you did.

🌹

“This is the last place an Inhuman disappeared, so we’ll drop you here,” Steve pointed to a map. “The Kree will probably find you there. We’ll give you a few tracking devices. Just in case. Hold out your arm, please.”

You complied and Banner injected something into your forearm. You frowned at the sting and rubbed the spot a bit.

“This is just a tracker. We’ll slip a few more into your pockets and shit,” Tony explained.

“The Kree will probably deactivate them,” you reminded them.

“It doesn’t hurt to try.”

“Alright,” you faced everyone. “See you guys later, hopefully. Uh, the healer, Carmen, will be here later, along with others. Max should be able to, you know, confirm their identity.”

“I will. You stay safe.”

“You too.” You gave your best friend a hug. “I’ll see you later.”

You hugged Izzy, Liam, and Bucky next. Then you turned to Loki. He wrapped his arms around your body. You nestled your head into his chest.

Find me.

I will. Don’t die, please.

You too. I don’t want you to be distracted while you’re worrying about me. Focus on yourself.

The two of you finally pulled apart and you nodded at Steve. He led you from the room, you kept waving at everyone until they were out of sight. You and Steve walked to the hanger in silence, and you remained in silence until you were in the air.

“Are you sure about this? It’s your last chance to back out.”

“Do we have any other plans? Any other options? I have to do this. You have to trust me.”

Steve nodded and quietly looked out the quinjet’s window.

“There’s something I haven’t had the chance to talk about,” he said with a sly grin. You raised your eyebrow. “So you and Loki have… made up.”

“Oh, yeah, we have.” You shrugged and looked away.

“Do soulmates have perks or something?”

“Erm, why do you ask?”

“Sometimes I get the feeling that you can read each other’s minds or something.”

“Aw, damn it,” you groaned after a moment of silence. “Yeah, soulmates have a telepathic connection. How did you figure it out before Nat?”

“Did you guys have a bet or something?” Steve laughed. “Because honestly, that wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“Of course we have a bet. I won the first round, but he doesn’t need to know he’s won the second round.”

“Do you love him?”

“What?” The question caught you off guard.

“I probably don’t know Loki as much as you do, or much at all, but I can tell he loves you. He’s happier around you.”

“Loki was my best friend for the longest time. I loved him then, I love him now, and I loved him every moment in between. It’s not something we can lose or forget, no matter what trials and tribulations we go through.”

The jet touched the ground and the mood darkened. You took a breath and stood up. You said your goodbyes, no, your ‘see you later’s to Steve. It felt as if time was running double the speed, backwards, and in slow motion all at the same time. You walked down the ramp and gave Steve one last wave.

You just stood on the empty sidewalk for a moment, watching the jet disappear. You moved over to an outdoor café and took a seat. People watching got boring quickly. You weren’t really on social media, it can sometimes warrant unwanted attention as someone trying to keep a low profile. Without anything else to do you opened your emails. There’s no better time to catch up on work while waiting for war.

A tall man appeared at your table, blocking your sun. You ignored him until he didn’t move. You glared up at him before he grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the café.

“What the fuck?” you swore. Somehow none of the pedestrians batted an eye at you. He bound your wrists together. “Is that really necessary?”

The man pulled up his sleeve to reveal a Kree’s vambrace. He activated something, most likely an EMP as a nearby lamp flickered out, and dragged you into an alley.

“You’re a Kree, but,” you looked at its pink skin. “How?”

He didn’t answer and instead he shoved a gag into your mouth before you were pushed into something, hitting your head in the process. If you had to guess, it was a ship turned invisible. The Kree got in after you, his skin blue again. You felt the ship shakily take off and the small ache in your head was already fading.

They’ve got me, you reported to Loki.

I saw the trackers shut off. Are you okay? You could feel his worry through the connection and it certainly didn’t help your own confidence.

Yes, but I’m on a ship. Tell the others that in addition to invisibility, the Kree can change their fucking skin color to look human. That’s how so many Inhumans went missing without us being notified.

The small ship rattled and you felt weightless. You were in space. If you weren’t in the process of being kidnapped, you might have smiled. You remembered, a long, long time ago, looking at the stars. When you were a princess, before you had even met Loki, you used the stars as a way to temporarily escape the drama your father always seemed to be in. Back then, being amongst the stars was an impossibility, something centuries away. Now, centuries later, you were here.

The ship slowed, the change in speed forcing you to become more alert. The small craft shook some more and you could only assume that meant you were docking.

I think we’ve arrived at the main ship. It shouldn’t be too far from when we left the atmosphere. The trip took seven minutes and forty-two seconds.

Alright, Stark has set up a sonar to scan in that area. He stopped, but you knew, you could feel that he wanted to say more. I- I know I’ve already said this, but be careful. I- I can’t lose you again.

I’ll stay safe, as much as I can. Don’t worry about me too much, I don’t want to lose you either.

The Kree got out, pulling you along after him. Two more Kree with blasters at the ready appeared and flanked you as the first Kree marched you down the space craft’s halls. Every door along the hall was shut except for one. You could see someone watching you, their face peeking out. You drew closer and you recognized the face as Derik, the pyrotechnic taken during the fight in Illinois.

You made eye contact with the man but you saw no recognition behind his eyes. He was just a spectator. You refrained from talking to him, he probably wasn’t allowed to watch, and you didn’t want to draw any unwanted Kree attention.

The Kree finally brought you out of the hallway. The room you entered was rounded, actually it was a dodecagon but that didn’t matter in the moment. Holographic screens hung behind a chair with multiple straps on it.

The Kree briefly uncuffed you to put you into the chair, but you doubted you could take on three Kree Reapers in their territory so you let them strap you in. One strap on each arm and leg, and one across your waist. The Kree who strapped you in knew he tightened them too tightly. He didn’t use the strap by your head, not yet at least.

“Inhuman number three hundred and twelve,” a Kree’s deep voice said behind you. “Powers?”

Another Kree scanned you with his vambrace and you heard the same list from before.

“Species: Inhuman. Abilities: enhanced human body, strength, healing, combat, memory, and speed. Threat: high.”

“Wait, did you say ‘three hundred and twelve?’ Am I the three hundred and twelfth Inhuman?”

“Mark the Inhuman and get the Truncheon.”

If they had captured three hundred and twelve Inhumans, how many more have they killed?

I think they have over three hundred Inhumans already, you reported back to Loki before repeating your unanswered questions out loud.

“Hey, you fuckers,” you shouted when they ignored you again. “I’m fucking talking to you.”

“You may think you are important,” one Kree said as another approached you with a dagger in hand. “You may even be slightly on your small planet, but that is not you anymore.”

The Kree with the dagger carved ‘312’ into your shoulder. The cut stung and when you didn’t feel it start to heal, you knew it was Vibranium. The Kree left your line of sight but he reappeared shortly after. He had traded out the dagger for another weapon. A cube on a stick. It must be the Truncheon mentioned earlier.

“You are not a leader anymore.”

The Kree swung the weapon at you and everything went dark.

Max:

Liam:

Izzy:

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officialleehadan · 4 years ago

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Grandmother's Silver

Hello darlings! Happy Wednesday. I hope you're all having a wonderful day, and that this brightens it up if you're not.

Today's story was brought to you by Grace! Darling, you're a delight and a joy. Thank you so much for all your support!

Prompt: The Last of Loki's Brood

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“It may not surprise you to hear this, but I rarely go visiting.”

Tom was, as always, in his office, looking over his schedule and trying to decide whether it was worth skipping lunch to fit another appointment in. It was the end of the school year, and never a good time for the kids of his high school. The at-risk kids tended to go from ‘’risk’ to ‘problem’ and even the not-at-risk kids struggled. Tom’s days were filled with talking them through finals, the end of the school year, and the trials that came with both.

He had strong feelings about standardized testing, and stronger feelings about homework. Sooner or later he was going to have to have his annual shouting match with the AP teachers.

But none of that mattered right now, because there was an elegant older woman in his doorway.

She was tall, and her hair was completely grey and pinned up in braids that looked interestingly familiar. There was something unworldly in her eyes, and the mistletoe dart in his breast pocket warmed.

A God, and very possibly not one who meant him well.

Tom stood and offered his hand to her as the woman walked into the room and took a seat across form his desk. She had, he noticed, closed her door behind her.

“I haven’t long,” she said after shaking his hand. There were odd scars on her hands, burns, he thought, but they weren’t like any burns he had ever seen. A wedding ring graced her left hand, the gold as battered as the hands it graced. “But considering recent developments, it was decided that someone should speak with you, and my husband is, regrettably, tied up at the moment.”

Tom felt himself pale. Anyone else might have taken it for a joke, but he doubted that Sigyn, Goddess of Fidelity, Wife of Loki, would ever joke about her husband’s cruel fate.

“Should I be expecting an earthquake?” he asked carefully, and took his seat. “Cassandra warned be about the last one.”

“Jormandgr holds the bowl for me,” Sigyn told him, and nodded when he proffered a cup of tea form his little electric kettle. “I cannot be gone long. More than love holds me to my task. Loki wished to have a word with you, and since he cannot come himself, I came for him.”

Oh boy.

The God of Fire and Mischief wanted a word with him.

The father of his girlfriend wanted a word with him.

All of a sudden he felt like he was sixteen and asking a girl out on a real date for the first time.

“Cassandra is flourishing. Her grades have come up by almost two letter-grades this last semester,” he said. He was proud of her. Since his talk with Harvey, they had been working to make sure Cassandra got to bed at a reasonable hour. He and Hel were also helping her with her homework, and the support was making a difference already. “And Hel… she’s amazing.”

That part was true too, and he thought he might be falling in love with her. Not that it was hard to love Hel, but he wasn’t a teenager, and he didn’t throw his heart around so easily anymore.

“That was an interesting order of importance,” Sigyn murmured, too-wise gaze on him. He fought the urge to fidget. “To speak of my granddaughter first and my stepdaughter second, despite your relationship.”

“Hel wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“She wouldn’t, but for you to know it speaks well of you,” Sigyn allowed, and smiled faintly. “I wondered what sort of man would love the children of my husband. They are strange, and difficult, and wonderful, but it takes a stern warrior to see it beyond the legend of their father.”

“I know. I met Thor and Freja.”

“Yes, they do have particular opinions on my family. Opinions I hope you don’t share?”

“I told Thor if he came around the school again, I would call Jormandgr.”

That made her crack a full smile at last, although the lines of old pain and deep exhaustion didn’t leave her face. This was a woman, a goddess yes, but a person as well, who had been pushed far beyond her limits, and was determined to hold on nonetheless. “Perhaps the only threat that Thor truly fears, I admit.”

“I also have something of your husband’s. If anyone makes a go for Cassandra, I’ll use it.”

That part was new, and he still hadn’t decided how he felt about the realization that, sometime soon, he might have to kill a god.

But he would do anything to protect his students, and more than anything to protect the last child of Hel’s broken family.

The family this goddess shared.

“Yes,” Signy said softly. “I know the Dart has come into your hand. Like Hel, I wonder what it says of you that such a weapon would chose a healer’s hands.”

“Maybe that healers fight harder than anyone against an enemy that we can never beat for long,” Tom said, the bitter veteran of a long career in student mental health. It was less common now, thank whatever was holy, but he still lost a student to suicide every few years. It was what finally took him out of the big city schools and into a small mountain town with a secret. “I like to think I’ve saved a few lives in my time. I’m willing to take one who has it coming to save one who doesn’t.”

“Now I see why Hel feels so strongly for you,” Sigyn said at last, and set her cup aside. She held out her hand, scars vivid even in the soft light of Tom’s office. “Give me your hand.”

On instinct he offered his right hand, as the runes from Hel warmed on the palm of his left.

Unlike her stepchildren, Sigyn did not bother with something so modern as a pen. She traced her finger over his wrist, across his pulse, and the runes appeared, soft silver-grey like the ones Cassandra wore. When she finished, Tom examined the runes. They were high enough up his arm to be hidden under a shirt, and slightly cool to the touch.

“This will bring you to my side,” she told him as he buttoned his cuff over them, uncomfortably aware of new magic on his skin. He was used to Hel, and none of the others had given him runes. He wasn’t sure what to do now. “By the roads of magic few travel. You will know when you need it.”

Before he could reply, she was gone, with only the runes on his wrist and her empty mug to prove she was ever there.

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The Last of Loki’s Brood:

Cassandra Brann is a Troubled Student. She is difficult, at best, defiant at worst, and has more secrets than a dozen spies.

And her family is worse.

BeLIEve Me

Family Gathered

Red-Gold and Silver-Grey

Prophesy Unheeded

Strength in the Dark

Queen’s Blessing

Bigger Fish

Life Once Lost (Subscriber Only!)

A Touch of Normal (Subscriber Only!)

Thunder Son

Goddess Boon (Subscriber Only!)

Coffee and Tea (Subscriber Only!)

Sucker Punch (subscriber Only!)

Gold Glow

Weapon Unspoken (Subscriber Only!)

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fanficshiddles · 5 years ago

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Alluring whispers, Chapter 3

‘No. Absolutely not. We are not handing Hope over to that monster.’ Natasha said firmly.

‘I don’t even know why we are discussing this? Because there is nothing to discuss.’ Said Tony, glaring at Wanda and Steve for even considering it.

The rest of the team were dead set against it.

‘Alright, alright. But maybe if we just let them speak to each other? Or meet properly? He might open up to her?’ Steve suggested.

‘No. Not happening. We need to keep her safe. And that’s final.’ Tony said and the team all nodded in agreement.

‘I know you’re there, pet... Watching me.’ Loki grinned and turned to look up at the security camera outside his cell.

He could sense Hope watching him. And he wasn’t wrong.

While the suppressants were helping her, she still felt a weird sensation inside of her. So she thought there wouldn’t be any harm just taking a look at the security footage, to watch him that way.

She nearly fell off the chair in surprise when he addressed her. How on earth did he know?

‘I’m sure your mind is racing with so many questions, my dear. Why don’t you come down here, so we can talk properly? Hmm? Those friends of yours think they can keep us apart. But it’s simple biology, we are made to be together.’ Loki continued, staring directly into the camera.

Hope felt like he was staring into her very soul.

She pushed away from the screen and mentally slapped herself. This was Loki, the villain, who had killed hundreds of people. He was bad news, she had to stay away from him.

Hope managed to tear herself away from the security room. But even as she went about her day, he was still very much there in the back of her mind. His voice, his incredible good looks… His smell.

‘Hope!’ Natasha called, snapping Hope from her thoughts as she walked down the corridor.

‘Oh, hey Nat!’ She smiled.

‘Are you ok?’ Natasha asked, putting her arm around her.

‘Yeah, thanks. Loki is just messing with my mind it seems.’ She sighed.

‘Hopefully he will back down soon when he realises he’s not getting to you.’ Natasha assured her.

‘But that’s the thing, Nat… he already IS getting to me. I can’t stop thinking about him.’ Hope sighed.

To try and keep her occupied, Natasha took her to the lab to see what Bruce and Tony were doing. Hope enjoyed herself for a while, laughing at Tony and Bruce bickering when they didn’t agree on something.

But then she smelled him. And she could feel him. It was a weird sensation inside of her…

She looked up and saw Loki walking down the corridor alongside the lab. Thor, Clint and Vision were leading him elsewhere. He was chained, to stop him from using his Seidr.

Hope gasped slightly when he locked eyes on her, his smile grew even larger when he saw her. He kept his eyes on her as he walked the length of the corridor. And Hope was transfixed on him, her eyes glazing over slightly.

Natasha noticed and nodded at Tony. Who pressed a button and had the shutters come slamming down over the windows, breaking their connection.

Hope shook her head and blinked a few times. She looked to the others, seeing worry on their faces. She wiped her brow, surprised to find she was sweating rather profusely all of a sudden.

‘S… sorry.’

‘It’s ok, Hope. It’s not your doing.’ Bruce gave her a smile.

Hope felt trembly, she noticed that her hands were shaking. She curled them up in her lap and tried to push Loki out of her mind. But it wasn’t easy knowing he was so close to her.

‘Where are they taking him?’ Natasha asked Tony.

‘For some interrogation.’ Tony mumbled quietly.

Hope’s eyes snapped up. ‘What?’

‘It’s procedure.’ Tony shrugged.

‘Yeah and I normally heal them afterwards. I can’t do that with him!’ She screeched, panicking.

If she got close to him and touched him, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to control herself. It was bad enough with glass between them.

‘You won’t need to heal him, don’t worry.’

‘So you’re going to let him be in agony till his body heals itself?’ She stood up, appalled at the thought. She would’ve been the same no matter who it was. She didn’t believe in violence or harming others.

Tony looked at Natasha and Bruce. Bruce wasn’t happy with it either, but he kept quiet and continued working.

‘You can’t do this!’ Hope rushed to the door, but Natasha managed to catch up with her and grabbed her arm.

‘It’s the only way. We need to find out where the tesseract is before it’s too late. We don’t know what he has planned or is planning.’ She said softly.

Hope looked devastated at the thought of not being able to help and heal a being in need.

‘At least only do injuries that can be healed by my potions and cream. Please, Nat.’ She begged.

Natasha looked round at Tony, who rolled his head and then nodded in agreement.

‘Alright. I’ll go tell them. You go get the things from your room and meet me back here.’ Natasha said and Hope agreed.

Though she still wasn’t happy at all with their interrogation ways. It went against everything she stood for. But she knew she couldn’t do anything about it.

Hope rushed to her room and gathered some tubes of cream and a few bottles of her potion. She then met Natasha back outside the lab. But her stomach dropped when she saw Wanda there too.

‘How could you let this happen?’ Natasha shouted.

‘We don’t know. We were just doing some basic interrogation strategies, then he wound Thor up so much that Thor beat him to a bulp. His ribs are broken and he can barely talk or breathe… Thor says because his magic is being contained in the chains, he can’t heal as quickly as his body normally would.’

Hope was stood behind them, mortified at what she was hearing.

‘I need to heal him.’ She said firmly.

‘You can’t, Hope.’ Natasha said, both turning around to face her.

‘It’s my job. Now you better let me in there to heal him.’ She snapped, not wanting to take no for an answer.

And Natasha knew how stubborn she could be. She wouldn’t let this go until Loki was healed.

Natasha ran her hand down her face.

‘Fine. But it’s going to be controlled. Have you got your suppressants with you?’ She asked.

‘Yes. I can take three more without over dosing.’ Hope nodded and reached into her pocket, taking more of the pills to try and help dampen down her instincts.

‘I’ve got another idea.’ Hope rushed into the lab and eyed up Bruce. ‘Do you still carry vicks around with you?’

He gave her a weird look, but nodded and handed it to her.

Tony, Natasha, Wanda and Bruce all looked at her with confusion when she rubbed some at the entrance to her nostrils.

‘His scent is what gets me the most. This should hopefully help to some extent.’ She said to them as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘You are not going near him!’ Tony stormed over, glaring at Natasha.

‘There’s been a bit of a problem. She needs to heal him, Tony.’ Natasha said quietly.

Tony grumbled in annoyance. He wasn’t happy about this, neither of them were. But they had no other choice.

‘Can’t we just put him back in his cell and take the chains off?’ Tony asked.

‘The cell controls his magic too. He can’t use it in there either.’ Said Bruce.

‘Shit.’ Tony hissed, knowing there was no other option. Unless they wanted to release Loki and risk him escaping. ‘Alright. But this has to be tightly controlled.’

‘You have my permission to drag me out of there if things go south.’ Hope said, but she was hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

But her mind went haywire around him. It was like she didn’t have control over herself anymore. So she wasn’t really sure what to expect.

With a sigh, the team took her into the room where Loki was.

Thor looked very embarrassed, having let Loki get to him so much that he broke his ribs. But his little brother always got under his skin.

Loki could smell Hope as soon as she entered. Even though he was lying on the ground in agony, barely able to breathe without searing pain, he managed a smirk as he turned his head to look at her.

His plan to rile Thor up so much to injure him had worked. Now here she was, just as he wanted. He’d had a feeling she was a healer, and now that was confirmed for him.

‘Well, if it isn’t my little omega.’ He purred, his voice making Hope tremble.

Her eyes were starting to glaze over slightly, but she managed to keep her head clear. She had a job to do, and that was to heal him. Alpha or no Alpha.

She said nothing as she crouched down next to him, looking over his armour.

‘I’m not going to be able to do it properly over all this.’ She motioned over Loki’s armour and looked up at Thor, who crouched down at the other side of him to help undo various buckles until his chest was on show for her.

Hope took a deep breath and reached out, slowly. When she placed her hand upon his skin, the two of them gasped. The first contact felt electrifying. Hope pulled her hand back quickly, but she bit her tongue. She had to help him.

Concentrating as best she could, she put both hands over his ribs. Ignoring the pulsing feeling in her hands from touching him, she closed her eyes and focused all her healing powers through her palms and into his body.

Loki groaned as he felt his ribs moving, moulding together and healing over. Then there was instant relief, the pain was gone.

He let out a deep breath as Hope removed her hands from his chest. But his hand shot out like a cobra and he grabbed her wrist, sitting up slightly.

The team all jumped and moved in, but Thor put his hands out to them all, halting them. He didn’t believe his brother would actually harm the omega. And being without his Seidr, there wouldn’t be much he could do otherwise.

Loki’s eyes locked onto Hope’s, she felt her heartbeat racing like crazy at the hold he had on her. So strong, yet oddly comforting. Which was something she didn’t really want to feel from him. And it unsettled her.

Loki took her hand up to his lips and he softly kissed the back of her hand, over her knuckles. The lingering touch of his lips made her gasp, her skin tingling.

‘Thank you, my dearest Hope.’ He purred against her skin.

‘Alright, that’s enough.’ Clint said firmly.

Natasha moved in and took Hope’s arm, helping her up. Loki reluctantly released her hand, but he didn’t take his eyes off of her until she was led out of the room. One last glance over her shoulder revealed him winking at her.

‘Until we meet again, little omega.’ He called to her just as she exited the room.

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anavantgardener · 4 years ago

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Frost and Mischief Ch. 1

Summary: The first chapter in a Loki Laufeyson (MCU) fanfic. Elska’s introduction to the world of Asgard.

Pairing: OC x Loki

Warnings: death, prejudice

Word Count: 3,437

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A Deal of Sorts

Odin never wanted Elska; the girl was half Frost Giant. Jotun blood, despicable. He saw her as just another conniving Devourer. He would have thought a Valkyrie would have chosen a more suitable man to fall in love with. Surely any Asgardian would have been better.

Elska's parents met on the battlefield during the war over Jotunheim many, many centuries ago. A Frost Giant and a Valkyrie, two beings that could not be more different. A lawless scoundrel and a Disir spirit of protection. Purely because he saw a gleam in her eyes, Elska's father saved her mother from a dagger through the heart. When he was struck with an arrow to the shoulder, she helped him to a cave, where they called for Heimdal to open the Bifrost. Miraculously, the all-seeing man complied and got them to safety, hiding them in the attic of a servant's house in the lower district of Asgard. He saw the change their future would bring.

Years later, after they had birthed a beautiful stormy-eyed baby girl, they were discovered. It was not long after that someone slipped them a potion meant to rot them from the inside out. Soon, the smell seeped through the walls of the attic. The servants sent word to the palace and Odin himself came to investigate, along with his wife, who wouldn't stay put even if he ordered her to.

The little girl, barely old enough to walk, sobbed in between her parents' blackened bodies. Curly auburn hair, tangled and matted, reached to her collar bones. Big, pale gray eyes stared into Frigga's as she knelt down, attempting to soothe the little one.

Frigga calmed the girl enough to convince her to tell them her name. Elska. Love. A sweet rarity, this little one.

Once Frigga showed her the slightest kindness, Elska latched her hand to hers, holding tight. Odin told his wife not to get too attached, he would be banishing the child back to Jotunheim as soon as he was able, but Frigga bid him otherwise. Take the child in, raise her as an Asgardian. Teach her their ways, their customs and traditions.

Odin complied, making a deal of sorts with Frigga; the child could stay in Asgard as long as she was a servant to the palace. She would wait on the royal family hand and foot. She would know her place, from now to the day she died.

Knowing this was her only chance, Frigga agreed with her husband. The goddess had some tricks up her sleeve, and she knew Elska was meant for something so much more.

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"Elska, you will be late for the palace, you will," Eira called from the kitchen.

"I am coming, Eira," Elska replied, irritation present in her tone. The servant girl took one last look at herself in the mirror, willing herself to take on the Frost Giant for half a second. The icy blue tinge to her skin was there and gone within the blink of an eye.

"Elska!" Eira called again.

"Let a girl strap her sandals, will you?" Elska huffed, bending down to pick up her shoes.

Eira giggled at her friend, always cranky in the mornings. She prepared some bread and honey for her to eat on her way into the palace. It wasn't much, but it would keep her pleasant until the next meal.

Elska walked briskly through the doorway to the kitchen, grabbing the bundle of food from Eira.

"Thank you, I promise I will be home in time to cook dinner tonight," the girl promised her housemate. She had an unfortunate habit of dawdling on her returns from the palace.

The girls bid each other farewell and Elska started her early morning walk through the various districts of Asgard. Taking small bites of her breakfast, she watched as people milled about, preparing for the day's activities. As she did every morning, Elska wondered what sort of lives these people led, what complexities scattered across their lifetime. Were they family oriented? Did their time revolve around their position in the Realm Eternal?

This people watching continued until Elska arrived at the palace. Tucking the cloth used to wrap her bread into a pocket of her servant's apron, she straightened up before entering the grand double doors that led to the main hall. She stepped lightly as to avoid disturbing anyone she passed. Soon enough, she reached one of the maintenance chambers where she grabbed a cloth and a broom.

The path to the Royal Library was burned into Elska's memories, for she had been beginning her mornings by tidying that room for quite some time now. She considered herself lucky, being responsible for the care of the All-Father's family and favorite rooms. He made it clear from very early on it was meant to be a slap in the face, a point about her heinous parentage, but she didn't care. Working in the palace gave her special access to rooms most couldn't even dream of seeing.

Elska had been sneaking books from the Royal Library since she was a child. Using them to aid in her education of magic, sneaking around only became easier and easier. Stealing herbs and potions from the healing chambers had saved numerous servants she lived with in her dwelling.

Food was never something she had to worry about, though; the cooks and other palace staff had taken a liking to Elska. Many of them lived in the lower district as well, so they had watched her grow into the young woman she was today. She wove stories of adventure and terror and sorrow, all finishing with a happy ending. She entertained with her magic, and used it to help clean up sometimes when she finished her own chores early. Her homemade healing balms had helped a number of people in the lower district.

Elska arrived at the Royal Library in a short matter of minutes. Pushing the door open, she glanced around the vast room. Her eyes landed on the young Prince Loki, only mere decades older than herself.

"Good morning, my Prince," she curtsied, as was custom upon greeting royalty. The prince nodded, acknowledging her so she could continue with her duties.

Prince Loki was seemingly the only one to ever use the Royal Library (other than herself, of course). Cleaning the room was always quick. Wipe the tables, return any books that may have been left out. There was one desk that she never touched, though, and that was the prince's.

Research papers and books with marked pages scattered across Prince Loki's desk; Elska dare not touch one small thing. She had made that mistake once and he nearly had her head for it. Since then, they have had a cordial greeting every morning... A sort of "don't bother me, I won't bother you" agreement.

She quietly walked about the room, straightening up the desks, organizing the books that likely hadn't been touched in centuries.

The books Prince Loki did allow her to move and return, he always set on the desk adjacent to his. As Elska began shelving them, one title piqued her interest.

"The Magic of Telepathy," the binding read.

Well, Elska thought to herself. How nifty. She suppressed a smirk, making a mental note of where the book was shelved. She'd be returning for it later tonight.

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The day felt like it was dragging by; it was only midday and Elska was struggling to stay focused. There was no reason for this inability to concentrate, she was just bored with her chores. When one does the same thing every single day, what else can you expect of them. It's quite close to the definition of insanity.

Servants and palace staff were always provided a midday meal of bread, cheese, and a few assorted slices of meat, along with a cup of tea. After picking up her meal, Elska went to sit with a few of the other servants.

Taking her seat, she was met with various head nods and greetings.

"Everybody doing well today?" she asked the group. Many were too distracted by their meal to answer, but a couple looked up: Vidarr, a young boy with bushy hair and copper eyes, and Ingemar, a blue-eyed woman about Elska's age, maybe a little older.

"Just fine, delightful even!" Vidarr beamed.

"What has you so giddy this afternoon, little one?" Ingemar giggled at the boy.

"The healers gave me a sweet for tidying the potion bottles so well," he replied. "And mother told me this morning father earned the money to buy all the ingredients for a cake!"

"My, that is grand news indeed, isn't it," Elska encouragingly nudged Vidarr.

The three continued on with their meal, chatting about their morning walk to the palace and the latest rumors that were spreading through the servants. Eventually, some of the others began chiming in.

"I did hear that the merchant district is dealing with some thievery," Nidhoggr, one of the older servants mentioned.

"Thievery is quite common in the merchant district, though, is it not?" Ingemar asked.

"Yes, but not like this," Nidhoggr put his bread down. "Petty theft of fruits and loaves of bread, a dress or a shirt every now and then, yes, but this is weapon theft. Like someone's building an army within Asgard. One separate from the All-father's army."

Glances of concern were being exchanged when Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstag, came in with Prince Thor, Prince Loki following close behind. The servants and staff took this as their cue to clean up and ready the main hall for the midday feast prepared for the noble and royal Asgardians each day.

"We must be quite early," Prince Thor's booming voice filled the room, echoing. "The servants have not even finished their meal."

As the plates were being cleared of their remnants, Elska caught the eyes of Lady Sif, who gave her an apologetic look. The servants hadn't much food at home, and here they were, tossing out what they were given at the palace.

Elska gave her a reassuring nod; all was well, the servants would be okay. This was not an unusual happening for them. Guards and warriors quite often came in before the servants and staff were finished with their meal, and they were not so kind about being kept waiting.

Plates were cleaned off and new dish settings were placed. An assortment of meal options were set out in the centers of each table, fruit scattered throughout. To top it all off, cakes and other sweets were added to the immense pile of food. Finally, the servants and staff parted ways and went to their next respective job.

For Elska, it was her favorite part of the day: tidying up Queen Frigga's personal study. Oftentimes, the queen was in her study while Elska cleaned, and the two would have such interesting, pleasant conversations.

Elska had always been fond of the queen. Without her, she would probably be long dead. She was the very reason Odin agreed to let her stay in Asgard. Queen Frigga was always offering her tips on magic (Elska suspected she knew of her frequent book borrowing) and even shared her potion recipes with her. The first time Elska ever created a successful illusion of herself, it had been through encouragement from the queen in her study.

As Elska progressed in her studies, their conversations extended into lore and history of the Nine Realms. The stories that built this wonderful realm were quite beautifully epic. The way it came to be, the Tree of Life, the Apples of Idunn that keep the people of the Realm Eternal alive for millennia upon millennia.

In all probability, Elska most likely knew more of Asgard than most Asgardians did.

Perhaps it was not the conversation that caused the servant girl to appreciate Queen Frigga so, but that the queen seemed to treat her as an equal. As someone with worth, someone to be really seen and loved for who they were. Queen Frigga listened to Elska, and in many ways, the young woman saw her as a mother.

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Today, Queen Frigga came into her study halfway through Elska's cleaning. A smile came to both women's faces upon seeing each other.

"Elska, my dear, how are you today?" the queen placed both hands on Elska's face, looking into her eyes as if they would answer for the girl.

"I am most well, my queen," Elska grinned. "And yourself, my queen? How do you fare this afternoon?"

"Very well indeed," she moved to sit in her reading chair. "Now, where were we?"

"I believe we were just getting into the history of Jotunheim," Elska's eyes fell to the floor, knowing this was her own heritage, a heritage that most Asgardians despised.

"Now, my dear, you most certainly have nothing to be ashamed of," the queen said, bidding the girl to sit in a chair across from her. "All realms have committed crimes. All realms have begun wars. Does that mean we should be held accountable for the sins of our ancestors? I think not. We can only learn from them, and that is what we are here doing, are we not."

Elska's eyes met the queen's, and any tension she felt melted away.

"We are, my queen," she replied.

"Now then," the queen smiled and continued. "Jotunheim, the world of giants. Jotunheim is also known as Utgard, which means?"

"Beyond the fence," Elska reached into her mind.

"Yes, referencing the concept inangard, inside the fence, and utangard," Queen Frigga stated matter-of-factly. "That which resides inside the fence is good, law-abiding, civil. That which lies beyond the fence is chaotic, evil, untamed."

The two spent the next hour or so delving into the beginnings of Jotunheim, and the ways the Tree of Life stretches through the realm. Elska heard of things she already knew, like eternal winter of the realm. She also learned new concepts, like the effects of Jotunheim on Midgard, which was situated between Asgard and Jotunheim. As such, the middle realms experienced effects of the other two realms, unbeknownst to Midgardians.

"I should finish my cleaning, my queen," Elska said, noticing the sundial by the window. She was already ten minutes late cleaning Odin's study.

"Of course, my dear," the queen stood and straightened out her deep purple gown. "We shall continue tomorrow."

The two bid each other a good rest of the evening before parting.

Elska continued her work, organizing quills, papers, books. She picked up a couple tea cups and saucers before heading to the kitchen to drop them off. Leaving the study, she started the walk across the palace, keeping her pace quick as to not be any later than she already was.

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"Running late, are we?" the All-father didn't even glance up as Elska entered the room.

"My sincere apologies, All-father," she said, curtsying. "I became caught up with the queen and lost track of time."

"Do not blame my wife for your shortcomings," his tone was curt.

"Yes, my lord," Elska bit her tongue and got to work. How fitting that her favorite part of the day should be followed by her least favorite.

No matter how quickly she worked, her time in King Odin's study never failed to trudge by. The man never left the study, especially not when a girl with Jotun blood was in it.

Oh yes, Elska thought to herself. I would definitely wreck the study, seeing as I am the volatile one in this situation. She often wondered if he would ever see the prejudice ingrained into his own thought process.

On this evening, King Odin seemed especially irritable; crumpled papers scattered the ground around his desk, and his knuckles had gone snow white from his grip on the arms of his chair.

"My lord," she said softly. "Might I fetch you some tea for your stresses?"

"I am king of the Nine Realms, child," he snapped. "I know how to deal with my stresses on my own." He sneered as he spat the last bit.

Child. You would not refer to your own youngest son as a child, and yet he is barely older than myself.

"Of course, my lord," she said, head down. "My sincere apologies."

She continued cleaning the paper wads off the ground when the All-father cleared his throat.

"My lord?" she stood.

"Some tea would be nice," King Odin said, still refusing to look at Elska.

Curtsying, she took her leave, feeling the unease leave her body as she stepped into the hall. It was like a breath of fresh air.

"Feeling crushed by the overwhelming presence of my father?" Prince Loki was suddenly standing next to Elska, startling her.

"My prince!" she caught her breath. "I was not aware you were here."

"The palace is my home," he had a slight smirk. "As such, I am here quite often."

"Yes, my prince, of course," Elska curtsied before beginning her walk towards the kitchens. Prince Loki stood outside King Odin's study for a second before catching up to the young woman.

"He can be quite overbearing sometimes," he said, looking straight ahead. Was the prince trying to comfort her?

"I can assure you, I do not know what you mean," she said, lest she be caught in an act of disrespect. The youngest prince was known for trickery, and she refused to fall into a trap.

"Ah, yes, of course you don't," he said with a crooked grin. "I believe you do, but we can go with this. For now."

"The All-father is stressed, I simply offered to bring him some tea," was the prince always this fascinated with what the servants thought of his father?

"I shall accompany you to the kitchens, then," Prince Loki said, matching pace with her.

"This is quite unusual for you, my prince," Elska dared to sneak a glance at him. He was quite handsome, with dark hair, piercing green eyes, a striking jaw line.

Her glance, however, did not go unnoticed.

"I am making my way that way, anyway," he looked over to her. "And I rather think you are enjoying the company."

"One would be wise to enjoy the company of all," Elska grit her teeth, choosing to be polite and regretting her admiration of the prince's features. "It ensures we do not make too many enemies."

"Was that a warning, dear Elska?" he was toying with her now.

Always games with this one, she thought to herself.

"Not intentionally, my prince," she gave a cordial smile. "Such a thing would be considered vastly rude, I should say."

"And you could never find it in you to be rude," Prince Loki jokingly scoffed.

"But of course not," she smirked.

"Because stealing books from the Royal Library would not fall under the category of rude things to do," the prince returns his eyes to the hall in front of them as Elska's jaw dropped.

Stopped in her tracks, Prince Loki turned to face her, an eyebrow raised, hands behind his back. He had a look of expectation on his face.

"My dear prince," she nearly spat the words in his face as she marched up to him. "Not all of us have the same luxuries as royalty. Some of us can't afford books or education, let alone food or proper clothing. These are not things I would expect you to understand. As such, I will not bother to explain something to you that you will be utterly unable to fathom."

The prince's face fell, and Elska immediately regretted her words. It was not that she was afraid of the prince, but was afraid she might lose her position at the palace, or worse, in Asgard.

"My prince, you must forgive me for my outburst-" she began, but was interrupted.

"No, my lady, I am sorry," and with that, Prince Loki walked off in the other direction.

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Elska was quite preoccupied throughout the remainder of her day, feeling a mix of confusion as to why the prince spoke to her and fear as to what his accusation (correct accusation) could lead to. Perhaps nothing would come of it, but now the god of mischief had information that could destroy what little reputation she had spent the past almost millennia building.

On this night, she decided against going back for the book.

During her walk home that night, her thoughts were too distracting for her to realize that it was snowing in Asgard. Needless to say, she made it home in time to make dinner.

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realityhelixcreates · 5 years ago

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 52: Fog of War

Chapters: 52/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: none Relationships: Loki x Reader (Getting There) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor(Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Give Them A Piece Of Your Mind, Did I Foreshadow Well Enough?, I Might Not Have Forshadowed Well Enough, Loki Does An Oopsie, Shut Up Todd, Girl Get Your Snuggle On

No plan lasts past the first engagement with the enemy.

Loki was tempted just to let the camps burn. Maybe then, there would be fewer interruptions to his sleep!

It wasn't just that. He was simply grumpy about being torn away from that informative dream, and also from you.

You had been sleeping so comfortably in his arms, lain out on his fluffy rug like it was completely natural, and he'd been forced to leave you! That was so irritating!

And out here, in the twilight of midnight, there were humans running to and fro, fighting each other, screaming. There were tents burning, and flaming bottles flying through the air.

All the einherjar, save for the gate guards, were out here, Brunnhilde and the older valkyries, Heimdall, Ullr, and Gefjon directing the troops into a defensive wall between the attacking humans, Gna and Gersemi leading the emergency healers into the camps to retrieve injured humans, and the rest of Frigga's former handmaidens breaking up smaller brawls.

Loki and Thor headed to the thickest knot of activity, finding a large group of furious humans lobbing burning bottles at the believer's camp. The camp contained many reconstructionists, and there were enough shields, pans, and pot lids to create a shield wall. Every now and then, someone tossed some object over the wall, but for the most part, the faithful were on the defensive.

“They have to run out of bottles some time!” Someone shouted. “Keep Frit gathering the fire!”

“I don't know if he can hold much more!”

“Would have been nice to know about this before!”

“Just hold the wall!”

Though the wall was mostly wooden shields, they didn't burn. Every time one of the fiery missiles smashed against them, the fire disappeared, as if sucked away somewhere else. The attackers continued throwing, undeterred by the failure of their improvised firebombs.

“Make a space!” Someone shouted. “Let him through, let him through!”

An opening appeared in the shield wall and the worm from the camp-Fritjof-barreled through. His arms were wreathed in flame, all the way to his shoulders, and his eyes blazed with it. He aimed both flaming arms at the attacking campers, the fire rolling out in a blast that scattered most of them.

An Aesir! Loki gaped in surprise. The irreverent cur was an Aesir!

The aggressors regrouped quickly, rallying around two who were wrangling a strange weapon, aiming it at the new Aesir. Loki recognized the weapon. He'd used one before.

That was a Chitauri cannon.

Loki flung himself at Fritjof, throwing the fiery human out of the way, putting himself directly in the path of the cannon blast.

It lifted him off his feet, smashing him right through the shield wall. His foes flowed through the breach and fell upon Loki, tearing at his hair, gouging his face, but strangely, not trying to land any killing, or even disabling blows. The defending camp, with their splintered shields and bent pot lids, began to converge, while the cannon-bearers picked themselves back up and took aim again. The attackers scattered back through the broken wall to get out of the way.

Loki sat up, aiming Gungnir.

Thor, who had been helping defend the shattered shield wall, noticed and shouted.

“No, Loki!”

Gungnir's beam sliced through the cannon, splitting it in two. Loki gave his brother a smug look. He hadn't harmed the humans, and he hadn't even intended to.

The power mechanism within the cannon overloaded upon contact with the air, exploding in a concussive burst of blinding light. It flattened Loki, Thor, and the shield wall, blinding and deafening all.

Loki lay dazed, blinking dancing lights from his vision, loud ringing in his ears.

One of Frigga's former handmaidens-Sjofn-rushed to his side, but he pushed her away, shaking his head as he sat up, gesturing to the prone humans all around. They would be hurt far worse than him.

He struggled to his feet, Thor doing the same, gazing out over what had become the battle field. The cannon-bearers weren't there. At all. There was no debris, no remains. They had been completely vaporized. The human aggressors who had rallied to them lay strewn over the ground, some not showing any signs of life.

Damn. Damn! He hadn't meant for that to happen! He hadn't intended for anyone to die!

The camps were still burning, but the fighting had died down, the explosion a climax that stunned everyone involved. Little pockets of aggression were either surrounded and detained by einherjar, or disappeared into the chaos, not to be found. Everyone else was gathering up the injured, and herding all the remaining humans into the city, or forming bucket lines to put out the fires.

Thor placed his hand on Loki's shoulder. He startled, locking eyes with his brother.

“That wasn't supposed to happen!” He exclaimed in shame. “I didn't mean for that to happen! I deliberately tried to avoid killing anybody!”

“I know.” Thor said in the face of his brother's distress. “You saved that boy. You wanted to help them.”

“It's the same as always.” Loki said brokenly. “I wanted to do right for them, and then...this.”

“Let's go inside, Loki.” Thor said, wrapping a supporting arm around his shoulders, leading him towards the gates. “Go inside and get changed. Bathe. Get something to eat. Go to the embrace of your little love. She must be worried about you.”

“Wait, no!” Loki exclaimed. “I can't-I killed more humans! They're dead because of me! I can't go to her, I've-I've failed her! I don't deserve to...”

“Loki, come back to me. Come back. We will need you tonight. Get a short rest, find respite, get yourself together. We are taking the camps into the city, and will need to find a place to house them temporarily. We will need more hands to aid the injured. We will need you to help direct all this. We need you, Loki.”

“Right...” Loki whispered, taking deep breaths. “Right. Right. We need to get organized. Right.”

He straightened up, walked out from under Thor's arm, and headed to the front of the human migration into the city.

“Sequester the prisoners within the nearest guardhouse.” He commanded. “You won't need as many people to guard them that way. Keep the bucket lines out here after the fires are out, to make sure there is no looting. Get all of the badly injured to the healing wing. Humans of Trolekaerhalla to the throne room, humans of the protest camp to the banquet room. I will have no more humans fighting humans tonight.”

“Hey, it was those militants that attacked, not us!” A human from the protest camp yelled.

“Silence.” Loki commanded, and the human obeyed. “Now, everybody in their respective lines, injured first. Go!”

Everyone obeyed.

*****

You threw on your blue cloak, and followed Andsvarr, and the messenger that had been sent for you. Humans had been brought into Asgard. Everything was in an uproar: the healing wing was more full than it had ever been, over a hundred humans from the camps had been stuffed into the throne room and banquet hall respectively, guards, aides, and servants were hurrying willy-nilly through the halls. Piles of blankets, carts of food and water, and baskets of first aid supplies were being rushed to the human's new camping grounds.

You too, were being rushed to the camper's aid, the rationale being that you might help to calm the distressed humans, and bolster their morale-and their cooperation.

You were led to the throne room first, where the people of the believer's camp had been based. The messenger left you then, but Andsvarr stayed glued to your side, ushering you up the dais, towards the throne. You were relieved to notice that the humans of the camp were respectful enough that they hadn't approached the throne; you feared that if the protesters had been installed in here, they'd be sitting in it.

As it was, it gave you the room to get up above everyone a bit, so you could address the crowd.

“Everyone!” You called, and everyone who wasn't distributing supplies turned to face you.

“Everyone who can understand English, please translate for those who can't. I need to speak with you. Now, I'm told you were attacked without provocation, and your tents set on fire. You've been brought here temporarily while the fires are put out.”

You paused to allow for translation. Out in the crowd, you spotted Sofie handing over a blanket at about the same time she saw you. She and another woman, with black hair and beautiful fur clothing, began shouldering through the crowd towards you.

“Einherjar will be patrolling the area to prevent looting, and also to seek out anyone who might have run away from the fighting, and is trying to return. It won't be safe out there for tonight, but I think that you'll be allowed back out to grab your things tomorrow.

I don't know how many tents are intact. You might have to stay here for a little while, but that's okay, we'll take care of you.”

“My seidkona!” Someone cried. Even the camp knew? “There were injured people. Do you know where they are?”

“They'll be in the healing wing.” You said. “I've been there before. The doctors here are very competent. Once they are safe, they'll probably be brought back here.”

Sofie called your name, finally making it to the front of the dais. The woman who was with her grasped your hand in both of hers.

“Please.” She said. “Fritjof is missing. You know him. Do you know where he is?”

Fritjof? That jerk who had manhandled you out in the camp?

“I don't know. I'm sorry. If he's with the healers, they'll send him back here once they finish patching him up. If he's still outside, and hasn't run off-”

The black-haired woman shook her head. “He wouldn't run.”

“Then the einherjar should find him, and he'll be brought here. Asgard will take care of him. They'll take care of anyone they find, so don't worry.”

“But what if he died?”

“I...haven't been informed of any deaths...” You said slowly.

A man cleared his throat. “There were casualties. I saw them.”

“Damn. Well, we'll do what people normally do in that case. Identify them, contact next of kin, take care of them.”

Once the woman had released your hands, others came forward to grasp them, or your cloak, or to simply reach out and lightly brush you with their fingers. Soon, it seemed like the whole camp had surrounded you, each one simply wanting to touch you reverently, murmuring your title.

It was monumentally uncomfortable. You had suddenly become an object of worship. Even Andsvarr was subjected to the laying on of hands, though he remained admirably stoic about it.

“Are you a god?” Someone asked him.

“No. I am a guard.” He answered. “I protect the seidkona.”

Several people blessed him for that, and you had the feeling his face was rapidly growing as hot as yours felt.

“Where will we live?” Someone else asked. “A lot of tents were completely destroyed. Likely most of our belongings too. Some of us don't have the money for new tents, and I don't know that everyone else has room for all the people who lost out.”

“Well, um, on that subject I have some good news.” You said, trying to wiggle away from all the outstretched hands without making it obvious that you were. “Asgard has been in talks about building permanent structures for your settlement. I think they're called longhouses? They would be available for any of you to live in, if you wanted to, and could be added on to if more people come. It would be your choice to live there or not, but they would be available. It was Loki's idea.”

“Praise Loki!” Someone cried.

“Skål!” Someone else shouted, echoed around the room by dozens of voices.

“You will probably need to help with building them.” You warned. “Most of Asgard's construction workers are tied up with working on the city. But if we all work hard together, we can probably get them built before winter comes.”

Pledges and cheers went up around the room, and by the time you left, both you and Andsvarr had been decorated with small gifts, despite your protests.

You were almost happy to escape, except that now you had to go address the protest camp, and you didn't think things would be so friendly with them.

*****

Silence reigned when you entered the banquet hall, though it was not the respectful, expectant silence of the faithful. This was cold silence and cold expressions, reserved for people who had intruded where they didn't belong. Stacks of blankets and supplies lay on the tables and against the walls, untouched.

Andsvarr helped you up onto a chair.

“Alright, everyone.” You said. You knew all of these people were American, you knew they could understand you. “Do any of you know what happened out there? Like, what started this?”

No one said anything.

“There's Asgardians out there right now, putting out fires and protecting your stuff from getting stolen, but it won't do a lick of good if you just get attacked again. What happened?”

For a few moments, there was simply more cold silence. Then Todd spoke up from the back. He alone had taken some bandages, and was wrapping his swollen wrist.

“It was the militant camp. You know about them, right? That they're different from us?”

You groaned internally. Of course Todd was the only one who felt comfortable talking to you. Of course it was the one person you didn't want to talk to!

But whatever, at least someone was talking, and Andsvarr was right there. You'd be fine.

“What I know is that neither your camp, or theirs, has really wanted to talk to me all that much, so I haven't been appraised of the differences between you. Can you elaborate?”

Todd paused to regard you with a touch of confusion. Your speech patterns had changed since the days when you were under his thumb. When you were with him, he had tried to convince you that you were 'Sweet, but not all that smart', and you had started reading a whole lot more after you had left him.

“Uh, well, they have a lot of weapons, for one thing.” He said. “Knives, and molotovs, and I swear I saw a machete. We don't have anything like that. Well, we had knives, for everyday stuff, setting up tents, you know? They took those away though.”

“We'll never see them again.” a woman grumbled.

“They're not gonna keep your stuff.” You said. “It's just so that nobody stabs anybody else.”

“You don't give a captive enemy their weapons back.”

“You're not captives, and you're not their enemy. You're just-”

“Their our enemies! Earth's enemies!” There was a low rumbling of approval.

“How?” You asked. “How are they enemies?”

“Loki-”

“No, not Loki!” You snapped. “There are over three thousand people out there, and only one of them is Loki! How have any of the rest of these people caused you any problems? The soldiers who ran out there and put themselves between you and danger? The helpers who brought you blankets and food? The doctors, who are helping your injured? The children? That is who these people are! Not one man who has wronged us, but thousands of people!”

“They're going to become trouble.” She insisted. “They're too different, and they already have a war criminal among them!”

You crossed your arms. “You're one of those assholes who didn't want to let any of the Sokovian refugees into the States because some of them might be criminals, aren't you?” She backed off, beet red in the face. “Yeah, I figured as much.”

“H-how do you think you can talk like that to me!”

“You guys carried around signs with my face crossed out when I was going off to testify against a murderer who attempted to assassinate me. I don't need to be polite to you.”

“Look, if he was just a regular criminal, we wouldn't be making such a fuss...” Someone else cut in. “But this guy invaded. He brought an army. He attacked an entire city, a major metropolitan center! He was trying to conquer us! We're not gonna forgive him overnight! Or ever, probably.”

“And nobody expects you to! I sure don't.” You answered. “But he's one guy, in an entire species of people; you can't judge them all by the actions of one man.”

“I think the major problem here is that this 'one guy' is a ruler of Asgard.” Todd chimed back in. “So, I get where you're coming from, but all the people here are under his leadership. He controls policy, he can order them to do things. He has influence over them. And it's just really frustrating that Thor refuses to turn him over to justice, while his people fawn over him and he sits in the lap of luxury.”

“We put him in prison, you know.” Andsvarr said. People recoiled from him in surprise and fear.

“He can talk?” Todd exclaimed. You gave him a disgusted look. “English, I mean. He can understand what we're saying?”

“Of course I can. I learned for the seidkona's benefit.” Andsvarr said proudly. “Many people are learning English now. But I think you miss the point. Prince or not, we made him face justice for what he did here. When Allfather Thor brought him back to Asgard, he was sent to prison. There was no place on this planet that could have held him.

I do not know what would have eventually befallen him there, because, just as his highness invaded your world, so too was our world invaded. The Allmother was killed in that attack, while protecting a human.

The prince escaped somehow, but instead of running away to safety, he also protected that human, and all the people of all the realms, and he was willing to give his life to do so.”

“But he's still alive.” Someone pointed out.

“Yes, but he didn't know he would be. He thought he was dead, but he did it anyway. I know his highness shows different faces to different people, but if you ask me for the measure of a man, I cannot give you any better than that.”

No few people seemed to be considering what Andsvarr had said, and you couldn't help but wonder how many people where here for real anti-Asgardian conviction, and how many were just curious.

“All right, but why should we believe you? You work for him. And you could have just been fed a bunch of propaganda.”

“I could have.” Andsvarr said. “But I stand outside his room every day, and was specially assigned to see to the safety of the seidkona. She came to us sick and vulnerable, and I have seen her grow strong under his care. When others trouble her, he does his best to protect and comfort her. He takes an interest in her health and happiness. Why would he do this, if she was just a victim? Why would he put in so much effort, if he did not care?”

“And I tried to tell you all this before, but you didn't seem to hear me.” You said. Yes, you were scolding now, but it was the middle of the 'night', you had been pulled out of an informative dream, and pulled out of the arms of the man you were rapidly falling more and more for. You'd had to allow that same man out into battle, so you'd had to worry about him, and Sofie, and all of the other people outside, and now you were expected to address those people as if you were some kind of authority, and they weren't having it. You were tired, you were stressed, you were grumpy, and you were just done with it all.

“Frankly, I'm completely over all this bullshit. You guys don't have to stay, and you don't have to leave. You don't have to forgive Loki, and you don't have to give a shit about me. You don't have to use the blankets. You don't have to like anyone here. But you damn well better behave while you're in someone else's house, you hear me? And that means while you are outside too, because Iceland isn't gonna deal with your barnyard manners either. Figure out what you're really here for, then act accordingly. I'm out.”

You hopped of the chair, pushed past Todd, and stormed out of the room. Stomping down the hall, you reflected that you probably should have put more effort into professionalism and diplomacy. Acting like that would have gotten you fired at your old job. But you were extremely cranky, and were you even considered 'on the clock' right now? Or did you now have one of those jobs were you were technically never off?

When Andsvarr got you back to your room, you noticed Loki's door was open, and you could see the firelight flickering down the hallway. You peeked your head in to see him standing near the fire, still in his armor, wringing his hands.

“Loki?” He started, whirling to face you.

“They told me you went to see the camps?” He asked, trying to fake composure. You could see it in the tightness around his eyes, the set of his narrow lips.

“Yeah. I was supposed to calm them down. Don't think I really did.” You reached up and removed his helmet, letting his hair fall around his face. He inclined his head a little, silently, to allow you.

You placed the heavy helmet next to a ewer of liquid, on the dresser beside his large bed. Then you poured him a drink from it, and handed it over. He took a sip, watching you as you searched out the release clasps for his cape.

“I told Trolekaerhalla about the longhouses, and they are very excited. I think you've made some friends there. I saw Sofie too, and I think she's recording everything, so I hope that's okay. I got pretty snippy with the protester's camp, but they were rude, and Todd was there, so I eventually just told them to sort themselves out, and left.”

You lay the thick cape over the back of one of his plush chairs, then took him by the wrist, turned his hand palm up, and began to unfasten his bracer.

Piece by piece, you divested him of the trappings of war, a ritual flaying of his protective skins, leaving him in his leather trousers, and a shirt of quilted green silk. He looked like a raw emerald crystal; beautiful and precious.

Still quiet, he rubbed his hands up and down your shoulders, slowly leading you to sit down on the bed, then took a place at your feet. He hugged you around your middle and lay his head in your lap.

So pleasant. You felt soft all over, warm and weirdly protective. This would have been even more wonderful, if Loki wasn't acting so apprehensive. It was like he was struggling to make himself say something he knew would upset you. In silence, you stroked his hair patiently, waiting until he was ready.

Long minutes passed with just the fire flickering, his breath, and the strength of his clinging arms.

“I made a mistake out there.” He murmured, breaking the comforting silence. “I killed people. I'm sorry.”

“Oh, Loki...” You breathed.

“I didn't mean to! I made every effort not to! But it still happened anyway. Norns, I tried...For you, I tried. For them...”

“Tell me what happened.” You cajoled gently. Looked like you were still 'on the clock' after all.

“Much happened, all at once. Battle is like that. I went to where the fighting looked its worst, and found the aggressors throwing makeshift firebombs at our faithful. They were defending themselves valiantly, and did you know? I think that wretch who mistreated you might be a human Aesir?”

“There are human Aesir?”

“Yes. At least, there have been, in the past. Their names have been passed down as legends and cultural heroes, but they existed, and still exist, if what I saw is any indication. He absorbed the fire thrown at his fellows, and directed it back at his attackers. But I lost him in the fray. I know not if he still lives.”

“He's not the one you killed?”

“Accidentally.” He insisted. “I swear. No. The aggressors had a Chitauri cannon. And they knew how to fire it. I could not allow them to do so a second time, so I destroyed the weapon. I thought only to disarm them, that they may be apprehended, and not harm anybody else, but I forgot that the Chitauri do not value their people as we do. Their weapons are designed to explode when sufficiently damaged. It's wielders died, and I don't know how many others as well.”

“Loki, That's really terrible, but I don't think you can really be blamed for it-”

“No, it is my fault. It was a stupid lapse in judgment, on my part. I have worked with Chitauri before, I should have remembered this. Now people are dead because my first thought was to destroy, rather than confiscate. They were humans, they could not match my strength. I could have just taken it away from them. Now I do not know what will happen. The government of Iceland will no doubt rapidly run out of patience with human deaths within their borders. This is a peaceful country, and I do not want Asgard to become associated with violence and murder here.

And that does not even take into account that these are your people, specifically. I'll be hearing even more from the American government soon, I know it. All the same threats, all the same demands, even more justified this time.”

“More justified? They were trying to kill people with a highly contraband weapon, who's justifying that? How did they even get a Chitauri weapon anyway? Chitauri stuff is super illegal to own, and they knew that. Everyone knows that!”

“You are not angry with me?” He gazed up anxiously from your lap. Your insides melted down into a warm puddle. Was he really so worried about that?

I tried for you, he had said.

“I'm not mad.” You assured him. “I'm disappointed that it came to that, and sad that it ended badly, even though you tried to avoid it. But I still say you're not to blame. I get where you're coming from when you say you should have known better, but that doesn't erase the fact that they brought an alien laser gun to fight against people with wooden shields and hatchets. And they ambushed them to boot! I'm saying that they had a bit more responsibility for their actions than you did. You went out there to defend; they went out there to murder. It's not the same thing.”

“You are very forgiving. Much more than I deserve.”

“I think it's that I'm not attached.”

He continued gazing up at you, as you continued stroking his hair. “Can you explain?”

“Well...” You thought about it. “I wasn't in New York when you attacked, or even for years afterward. I didn't know anybody in New York, and I didn't know anybody who knew anybody in New York. It might as well have been a world away. No personal connection. I was as dismayed as anyone else, but it didn't really reach me. Even when I went to visit, everything had already been rebuilt. I suppose if I came from there, I wouldn't be able to forgive you, but I was just so far removed from it all. I wonder if I should feel more strongly about it? But I just don't. I hope that's not too cruel. I only feel sad, not angry.”

“Will you tell me what you were doing that day?”

“Why do you want to know?” You remembered, of course. It had been an important day. It confirmed the truth of alien life. It brought superheroes fully into the public consciousness. But why would Loki care what you in particular were doing that day?

“It was important, wasn't it? It seemed so big, so important. But it turns out, there were billions of humans, like you, who weren't fighting. Who were simply going about their everyday business. I didn't even slow them down. Where were you? What were you doing? What were you thinking and feeling?”

He was feeling guilty! Actually guilty over what he had done. So far, Loki had expressed guilt through gifts and information, and you suddenly realized the core of his troubles with Earth.

It was that there was nothing to fix.

Everything had been rebuilt. Memorials had been created. Deaths had been mourned. There was nothing left for him to do. Nothing for him to give. No patronage he could offer. Humanity held its grudge, but it had also moved on.

Loki might genuinely want to help, but there was nowhere for him to aim his guilt-driven altruism. He'd hit upon something with the longhouse idea, but aside from building a whole second city for the faithful, there were only so many of those he could have made.

You leaned down to awkwardly hug him; he sighed and snuggled into your thighs.

“Well, I was at home, making yeast rolls. Tara called me, told me to turn on the radio, so I did. For the next couple of hours I just kept doing housework, and wondering what to do. Should I leave? Where would I go? I was scared, but I didn't have any kind of plan. There was nowhere to escape to, and the things I was hearing...they just didn't seem real. I watered my plants. I took a yeast roll, and I went for a long walk. I wanted a long reminder of my peaceful hometown, in case it all came tumbling down.”

There had been people on the road, heading west, getting out of town. You had just put on some bug spray and gone out walking. Memorizing the flowers at the verges of the cornfields, watching the grasshoppers jump, sweating under the sun. And when that sun started to set, when the cicadas began to buzz, when your phone showed you the outcome of the battle, you'd turned around and walked home, relieved, but confused.

You, like everyone, mostly just wanted to know why. And now you knew why. And it was huge! And it had to remain secret, forever. You had to keep that secret, like a jewel in a locked box; precious and important, and utterly forbidden.

“After it was all done, I came home, and called my dad, and ate dinner. Then I went to work the next day. My life was the same, but the world was different. You did have an impact, don't ever think you didn't. You were a household name. You opened our eyes. Yeah, we didn't like it at all, you did kill a lot of people, and you should feel bad about that. But you also revitalized our space programs, and reminded us that we are not the pinnacle of creation. I think we need that occasionally, I just wish it didn't have to be so murdery.”

“I can assure you, I have no intention to become so...'murdery' ever again.”

Loki released your waist, kneeling back on his heels. He left his hands resting on your hips.

“I wish that I could keep you from danger. I wish that I could have taken you back to Asgard, that you could have seen it, and me...all of us, in all our glory. I feel like a burden now, wherever I go.”

You leaned forward again, drawing him back into your embrace. You felt that he probably needed more hugs, and luckily for him, you had an endless supply.

“You look like a man, to me.” You said, resuming your hair stroking.

You plucked a lock forward.

“Say, did somebody cut your hair? You've got some missing here.”

“Oh. Yes.” He said. He had wriggled his way between your knees, to hug you better, and it was making your breath heavy. “I took the cannon blast because I did not think the faithful would be able to withstand it. My armor held, and I wasn't badly hurt, but the militants swarmed me while I was down. It seems like they couldn't find a way past my armor, so they just went after my face and hair, since that was all that was exposed.”

“Geez. I'm glad you're safe.”

“There was never any doubt. But your concern is...gratifying.”

You stifled a yawn, but he noticed.

“Yes, our sleep was rudely interrupted, wasn't it? Well, we should probably get back to it, shouldn't we?”

Loki led you back you your room, parting with you only reluctantly.

“I want you out there with me tomorrow, helping to oversee things. Please be prepared.”

You drew your curtains and went straight to bed, oddly excited.

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