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janedoewriter · 2 years ago

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Collection of Tom Hiddlestion and his characters

(mostly Loki)

Originally Posted: 1/16/2023

Updated: 1/20/2023

Will be slowly updating from my likes

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Honour by @maybepointlessthoughts: Loki

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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Do You Fear the Devil?

TITLE: Do You Fear the Devil?

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1, Mary Ann Nichols

AUTHOR: unofferable-fic

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Victorian London AU. Imagine that you are one of the many working women roaming the streets of Whitechapel when a madman begins to murder your comrades one by one.

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Descriptions of injuries/violence, gore, language, angst. Playlist: “The Curse” — Agnes Obel, “The Knights Theme” — Jason Graves, “Through the Valley” — Shawn James

31st August 1888, 2.30am.

“Is it just me, or is it colder than usual tonight?”

As if answering your own question, a light mist appeared from your mouth as you spoke, before fading away in the night’s breeze.

“It’s not just you,” Natasha replied, wrapping her shawl tighter around herself while you both enjoyed a brief pause in that evening’s constant rain showers. “I’m freezing my arse off.”

You had been working on the streets of Whitechapel for some time now. You didn’t dislike your job — you had grown quite accustomed to everything that went with it and you enjoyed the pay, but things had grown more difficult in the last few years. Parliament had passed an act which basically made life more difficult for you and your fellow prostitutes. There were tougher stances on brothels and prostitution in general thanks to that decision, and you were seen as something of a public nuisance to the more respectable citizens who frequented taverns and hotels within the community. When once you were able to roam the streets with your fellow workers with little abuse, now you faced the very possibility of repression.

Attacks on prostitutes had risen too, which was why you were currently walking up Whitechapel Road with your friend Natasha, with whom you worked at a local brothel. She had been at the business for a lot longer than you since she moved to London from Russia, and was more than happy to show you the ropes when you had first arrived yourself. She was a passive person when she wanted to be and earning her trust was difficult, but you always felt that she was a very valuable friend to have on your side once the trust was gained. It was especially useful when you found yourselves leaving the brothel to try find some clientele with whom you could return. Your current pairing was due to a string of attacks on local prostitutes. Violence was not uncommon in the area, and it was mostly normal to hear cries for help during the night. These usually went unanswered. Back in April, poor Emma Smith was attacked by a gang of men and subsequently died of her injuries, and, only weeks ago, a seasoned prostitute called Martha Tabram was stabbed to death in George Yard. There was nothing easy about soliciting anyway, but the recent events left a dark cloud hanging above most of your friends’ heads.

But what else was there to do?

If it wasn’t for your work, you would surely died from poverty.

“I hate nights like these,” you mumbled as your shoes clinked on the stone cobbles below. “I would much prefer to stay in the warmth of the brothel.”

“Needs must,” Natasha replied. “Sometimes you have to give the men a little push to get some money in your pocket. Consider yourself lucky that you’re not one of the women who have to find lodgings this way.”

Given how a lot of the brothels in London were filthy and usually involved having most of your earnings taken by those who ran it, you were lucky enough to find an establishment that mostly serviced high-class clients, or those who were deeply trusted. The madame who owned the place was surprisingly fair too, and you were quite satisfied with your wage.

Natasha made a fair point though, and you knew that. There were a lot of women residing in workhouses or lodgings who regularly solicited on the streets just so they could keep a roof over their heads. Sometimes they possessed an excessive fondness for drink, so most of their earnings were pissed away on funding their addiction. You knew some of these women too, and it only served to fuel your thankfulness for the current situation in which you resided.

The pair of you were passing down a lane way before heading to a local tavern in which some of your regulars drank. Sometimes you picked up clients when strolling through the lane, so neither of you thought there was any harm in checking. As you walked through the shadowed archway, you noticed a figure at the opposite end of the lane.

He stood beneath the archway and wore a long black coat with a tall hat atop his head. He was a surprisingly well-dressed and respectable looking individual — not the sort you usually found in the lane.

“What about him?” you asked Natasha, pointing to the waiting figure in the distance.

Her eyes followed your pointing finger. “Well, men wait ’round here for only one reason in particular. He’s an odd-looking sort though.”

“He seems fairly normal to me,” you shrugged as you both continued walking towards him. “He may be the wealthy sort.”

Natasha seemed unconvinced. “We will have to walk by him anyway. I suppose there is no harm in asking what he fancies.”

Perhaps hearing your chatting, the distant figure raised his head and looked in your direction. Though you could not make out his shadowed face beneath the brim of his hat, the dark moustache on his upper lip was the only signifying feature visible. With a swift glance over his shoulder back towards the main road, he turned and slowly made his way towards you, full lips pulling into a friendly smile.

“Like fish in a barrel,” Natasha mused, linking your arm with hers and continuing forward. “Stick with me, Y/N. I want to check this lad out before we agree to anything.”

You trusted Natasha with your life, so you eagerly agreed and walked forward.

“Oi! Miss Romanoff! Miss Y/L/N! Over ‘ere!”

At that moment, at the archway where the mysterious figure had previously stood, a regular customer of yours, James Rhodes, appeared. He beckoned you and Natasha over with a wave just as stranger was getting closer. You looked at your friend for guidance on whether to give your regular priority above the stranger, but it seemed that the latter had made the decision for you. As he walked by, he tipped the brim of his hat down in greeting, subsequently covering his face, and passed without enquiring about your services. You glanced briefly at him as he went, momentarily confused by the exchange, before turning your attention back to Rhodes as he approached.

“I was hoping to bump into you two,” he said with a genuine grin. He was one of the rare few people in Whitechapel that didn’t treat you like an animal. He was always fair, and always paid for your services with a friendly smile. It was the main reason why you liked him as a regular. “Fancy a drink at the Frying Pan?”

“And why exactly did you not come to the brothel?” Natasha asked, folding her arms across her chest. “Instead you expect us to come running after you?”

“I was getting to that, love. I have a new guy for you to meet!” He offered an arm to you and Natasha and then began walking. “He just started at my job and seems like the shy type. I was thinking, come have a few drinks with us and then we can drag him back to the brothel once he’s relaxed a bit.”

“Free drinks and more pay?” You pondered aloud, hanging on to his slender arm. “Okay, I’ll bite.”

Natasha smiled at you approvingly. “As will I.”

“Great!” James exclaimed, and strode happily towards the tavern.

You had spent over an hour with the two men and your friend in the Frying Pan Pub. The new man, Scott, was shy as James had claimed, but he also seemed to be quite genuine and talkative once he was engaged. He was pleasant company and had no problem buying you drinks once you relaxed him. It was nearly 4am when you left the pub, the men now quite eager to return to the brothel. Scott offered you his arm and you happily took it before walking with them up Whitechapel Road. While you were well used to roaming the streets at night, you felt s lot more comfortable doing it when in the company of men who treated you as well as you deserved.

It was upon passing by the narrow and cobblestoned Buck’s Row that you noticed the commotion. A small crowd was gathered on the corner, peering down the alleyway at a handful of police constables who were examining something on the ground. They held their lanterns towards the unmoving bundle on the western end.

“What’s all that about?” Scott asked, halting and looking down the lane.

“Fucking hell,” Natasha muttered. “Don’t tell me it’s another attack.”

James looked between her and the investigating police. “Looks dodgy enough from here. I can’t see much though.”

“Excuse me, excuse me,” a polite voice cut through their conversation. You turned your head and saw a man shimmying his way through the gathered flock of observers. You recognised him as Doctor Banner, who lived in the area and sometimes worked as a Medical Officer for certain divisions in the area. He was also one of Natasha’s most frequent clients. “Excuse me, doctor coming through.”

“That can’t be good,” Scott said as Dr Banner and another PC approached their peers and a police ambulance was pulled into the lane. “Maybe they’re still alive?”

“What if this is connected to the other attacks?” you asked Natasha with a frown.

The red-haired woman looked back at you and shook her head. “Then we may have to stick closer together from now on.”

“We can stay here for a little while if you ladies want?” James offered, nodding to the spot where the body lay. “Incase we hear any information that might help you look after yourselves.” He looked around briefly before he nudged a man next to him. “Did you hear what happened?”

The man nodded, fiddling with his flat cap in his hands. “Police found some wagtail lying there in a pool of blood with ’er throat cut. It looks like she was dead before they got ’ere.”

“So it is another attack then,” you realised anxiously. “This is getting out of hand.”

“Then we should stay here for a while,” Natasha suggested. “We stick together and try to get what information we can. Maybe we can identify the poor woman.”

“We’ll stay too,” James declared. “I’d rather keep an eye on you two tonight. Scott and I can escort you back to the brothel later.”

You thanked your client for his kindness, something that was hard to come by those days, and you weren’t about to brush it off anytime soon. You were beginning to worry about these attacks more than usual, but you could feel that something was truly amiss this time. Though you could’t place it, you trusted your gut, and would heed its warnings. You looked on in concern as Dr Banner stooped down next to the unmoving woman and began his examination.

“When did you find her like this?” Dr Banner asked his colleagues as he studied the severe wound on her throat.

“Only about fifteen minutes ago,” Sergeant Steven Rogers replied. “I had been ’round here half an hour previously, and saw no one then. I was on the right side when I noticed a figure lying in the street. It was dark at the time, but there was not a soul about. Then I saw Bucky on the street and asked him to fetch you. Sam arrived after being alerted by the two men who found her on their way to work.”

PC James Buchanan Barnes stood on the sidelines, looking between the crowd and the busy doctor from under the brim of his helmet. “Looks like word spread pretty quick.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised by that,” PC Samuel Wilson mumbled as he halted the police ambulance nearby. “We should ask the neighbours and the Night Watchman if they heard anything.”

“I already spoke with the three slaughter-men who work on Winthrop Street,” PC Barnes informed him with a smug smile. The two constables were always trying to one-up each other, and it was beginning to do Sgt Rogers’ head in. The three slaughter-men he spoke of were currently on the scene, having been asked to remain there while the examination was conducted. “They say they heard nothing, but we are going to take them in for questioning to be safe.”

PC Wilson started clapping sarcastically. “Well done, Barnes. I am sure your actions have saved this woman’s life!”

“Yeah, and some help you were, Wilson! That ambulance is going to come in really handy when she’s already dead.”

“The pair of you need to shut up before I dismiss you both,” Sgt Rogers stated impatiently and then turned back to the occupied Dr Banner. “Is she dead, Doctor?”

“With a cut to the throat that severe? Unfortunately. She wasn’t going to make it out of this one. Her wrists and hands are cold too.” Dr Banner studied her through his spectacles as he continued his examination. “But her legs are warm.”

“And that means?” PC Barnes urged him onwards.

“That she can not have been dead for more than half an hour.”

Sgt Rogers looked bothered by this revelation. “The culprit was probably still in the area when those two men found her.”

“Most likely…” Dr Banner continued with his examination for a few minutes. He appeared unsettled by the sightseers at the end of the lane and quickly stated. “We should move the body to the mortuary on Old Montague Street. That crowd is starting to get too big for my liking and I can make a more detailed examination there later today.”

“You’ve never been one for crowds,” Sgt Rogers commented before gesturing for PC Barnes to assist him in moving the body. “C’mon, Buck. We have to move her; doctor’s orders.”

Without complaint, PC Barnes got to work, and helped his friend to lift the corpse into the police ambulance, which was nothing more than a wooden handcart. As they moved her, they noticed that the back of her clothing was completely soaked in blood.

“Ah shite,” PC Barnes said in surprise. “Steve, there’s blood everywhere.”

“Well, she does have a gaping neck wound, Barnes.”

“Shut it, Wilson!”

“Buck has a point,” Sgt Rogers added before pointing to a mass of congealed blood that had been underneath her body and was now running towards the gutter. “There isn’t much blood on the spot where you found her. She might have been dumped here and murdered elsewhere.”

“Possibly,” Dr Banner mused. “There is not more than would fill two wine glasses, or half a pint, maybe. I will know more when I perform the examination. Perhaps witness testimonies can confirm as to whether they heard any noise.”

Sgt Rogers carefully helped to place the body in the cart and turned his attention back to the doctor. “We will know more about that when we interview the neighbours. Hopefully they heard something.”

PC Barnes looked at his hands in mild irritation and saw that they were covered in the blood that had soaked into the victims clothes. “Identifying the victim might help? I could ask around — I’m sure there are some dollymops here that could provide information.”

“Good call. Take Wilson with you and then interview the neighbours after.”

“Awh, c’mon, Steve—!”

“If you two could go a single day without arguing, that would be fantastic. Get to work!”

PCs Barnes and Wilson trudged off towards the onlooking crowd, urging them back as they went.

Dr Banner turned his attention back to Sgt Rogers as he spoke. “While they tend to that, it might be a good idea to call Doctor Laufeyson.”

“I already asked Bucky to get on it,” the sergeant replied. “He called for him while calling for you, but he wasn’t at his home, so he’ll probably be late. I have another sergeant out looking for him though, so hopefully he will arrive soon. I will help you move her to the mortuary in the meantime. Those two twats can bring him up to speed when he arrives.”

They patiently waited beside the ambulance for someone who could possibly identify the body to be brought forward.

You watched as the two constables approached the crowd in which you stood. You were ushered back as they ordered for people to disperse. One of them ran his blue eyes over you, idly stroking the stubble on his chiselled jaw. You met his gaze before he shoved his loose hair beneath his helmet and then eyed Natasha at your side.

“You two,” he said, pointing at the pair of you. “Step forward, please, ladies.”

While James and Scott threw you hesitant looks, you obeyed the police, Natasha leading the way as you slipped through the now dispersing crowd. Your colleague was immediately on the defensive, but you didn’t exactly blame her. “What do you want?”

The constable seemed slightly taken aback by her tone, while his own colleague chuckled. Blue Eyes replied. “Relax, sweetheart! I’m PC Barnes and this is my irritating associate, PC Wilson. We just want to see if you can identify the victim. You were in similar employment, it would seem.”

She eyed them suspiciously. “And that’s all you want?”

“Of course. Follow me, ladies.”

You stood close to Natasha as the constables lead you to the police ambulance up the lane. Sergeant Rogers introduced himself to you while Dr Banner tried to hide his blush when he recognised Natasha. She merely smirked and said nothing, not wanting to lessen the man’s reputation in front of his peers.

You and Natasha looked at the body together, momentarily surprised by the gaping wound in the woman’s throat. Violence was such a normal part of life in Whitechapel and you saw plenty of it, but this was on another level. You didn’t know why, but something about this left you feeling more uneasy than usual. There was something so…visceral about the slash the knife had caused. She never stood a chance. Once you had forced your eyes away from the cut, you gazed upon her ashen face. Her unfocused eyes stared at nothing, all signs of life gone from them.

After a moment, you turned to your friend. “I think I have seen her before.”

“Where?” Sgt Rogers asked you in concern.

“Did she hang around with Emily Holland?” you pressed Natasha, ignoring the sergeant. “You know the girl who stays in the lodging house on Thrawl Street?”

She nodded in agreement. “You’re spot on, Y/N.”

Sgt Rogers tried to grab your attention again. “Do you know her name?”

“I can’t be sure, but I think I heard Emily refer to her as Polly before.”

“Wilson,” he began, addressing his partner. “I want you to find this Emily Holland in the morning. She can give us a proper identification so that we can be sure.” He offered you a curt smile and nodded. “Thank you for your assistance, madams.”

“A bit of assistance on your end would be helpful,” Natasha said in earnest. “These attacks are getting out of hand and we can’t make a living with our lives at risk.”

“I understand,” the sergeant tried to reassure her as he covered up the body with a sheet. “And we will do our best to apprehend the man who did this.”

“You better,” you added with a shake of the head. “We’ll be waiting nearby to make sure that you do.”

“You like watching men at work, huh, sweetheart?” PC Barnes asked her as his eyebrows rose suggestively for a brief moment.

You rolled your eyes at him. “I have to watch sometimes, you rantallion. Otherwise you lot would surely fuck it up.”

His smile immediately fell as PC Wilson burst out laughing. “Well done, Barnes. You cannot even manage to get yourself a dollymop!”

“Back to work!” their superior shushed them as you and Natasha walked back to rejoin your companions. You threw a glance at PC Barnes over your shoulder and gave him a wink. All he could do was shake his head in reply and let out a slight chuckle.

The two men left with the ambulance, giving PCs Barnes and Wilson complete charge of the scene while they were gone. You and your friends agreed to remain there for another half hour or so while the neighbours were interviewed. After seeing the gruesome aftermath of the attack, you didn’t feel comfortable with leaving completely empty handed. You needed something to keep yourself relaxed — some sort of witness statement, a sighting, a noise… Anything! If there was someone on the streets of Whitechapel out to kill prostitutes, then you needed all the information you could get.

Divisional Police Surgeon Loki Laufeyson sat some twenty minutes away in the nearby Princess Alice Pub on Commercial Street. He had a half full pint in hand and took a large gulp out of it before setting the glass back on to the bar’s counter. He pushed back his raven hair with his hand and let out a tired sigh. He was hoping for a quiet night, away from any police business. But such a wish was farfetched when you worked in Whitechapel. There was always bloody something amiss around here, especially when it was your job to stop it. That being said, Loki relished his alone time as his green eyes wandered to a pair of working women sat drinking together on the other side of the pub.

They giggled together, and he ran his finger along the brim of his glass.

“Doctor Laufeyson?”

Loki suddenly heard his name being called and turned to see Sergeant Kerby standing behind him. “Ah, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

“What seems to be the matter, Sergeant?” he asked as he took another swig of his pint, suppressing the urge to tell his comrade to politely sod off.

“There’s been a murder on Buck’s Row,” he explained before he eyed the nearly empty pub. “I, eh, called to your home but you weren’t there, obviously. Your neighbour was nice enough to tell me that he saw you coming in here not long ago.”

Dr Laufeyson cleared his throat as he recalled meeting said neighbour as he was entering the pub shortly before 4 am, and momentarily cursed the old man for seeing him. “I could not sleep, so I thought a walk and a cold pint might help.”

“I’m afraid it’ll have to wait — Rogers wants you on the scene as soon as possible.”

“Right then,” the surgeon sighed and left the end of his drink on the counter. He shrugged on his coat and top-hat before nodding to the man. “Lead the way.”

The walk to Buck’s Row had been a quick one and the pair hurried through the cool night air before arriving at about 4.30am. There was a small crowd gathered at the entrance to the lane, which Sergeant Kerby claimed to have been much larger not too long ago. As they rounded the corner, gently shooing some bystanders out of the way, Loki saw Constables Barnes and Wilson speaking with three men while a young boy was throwing a bucket of water on the cobbled path. The liquid disappeared down the gutter just as the doctor noticed the distinct lack of a body. He quickly approached the PCs.

“You rang, gentlemen?” he asked as they turned to greet him.

“Morning, Dr Laufeyson,” PC Barnes said with a slight nod of the head.

“Nice of you to join us,” PC Wilson added in jest, flashing his signature gaped teeth with a grin. “You missed all the fun.”

“So it would seem,” Loki replied, looking at the scene around him. “But I was busy. Where is the body?”

“Steve and Bruce took it ’round to the mortuary already,” PC Barnes replied. “Bruce was getting put off by the size of the crowd.”

Loki released another heavy sigh, irritated by the inconvenience. He could have been far more helpful had he seen the victim where she was killed… “Where was she found?”

PC Barnes shone his lantern on a spot before them — the very spot the young boy was cleaning. “Steve found her here about forty-five minutes ago, and we have little James Green there washing down the blood. He’s the child of Mrs Emma Green who lives right here.” He gestured to the cottage right next to the murder site. “And before you ask, she said she heard nothing. Neither did the three slaughter-men who work on Winthrop Street, although I wish to question them further.”

Despite the boy’s cleaning efforts, there were still slight traces of blood between the cobblestones and Loki frowned at his ruined crime scene. “And Dr Banner’s thoughts?”

“Definitely dead when we found her, but only for about half an hour. You’ll understand when you see her throat — slashed to bits.”

“So murdered quietly and with no witnesses.” Loki surveyed the lane, looking between the spot of the murder and each end of the small street. “Do we know who she was?”

“Two obliging dollymops helped us with that,” PC Wilson explained and pointed to two women who were standing at the front of the dwindling crowd. “Pointed us in the direction of someone who should be able to give us a positive identification.”

The surgeon surveyed the women — clearly that of the working variety — where they stood, accompanied by two men. They were watching him curiously, even when he met their gaze. One of them — the fiery-looking redhead — raised a brow at him before saying something to her companion. The other woman, however, held his stare, replying to her friend without looking away. He narrowed his eyes at her and she eventually relented and turned her head in disinterest.

“Talking to them was my idea,” he vaguely heard PC Barnes add with a proud grin. “Wilson had nothing to do with it.”

In response, the other constable huffed. “Have I told you lately that you’re annoying as hell?”

“Several times, actually!”

Loki had had enough of their bickering and, knowing that he could do little more here, threw them a brief glance before stating. “I am going to the mortuary. Evening, gentlemen.”

As he exited the lane, he could feel the women’s eyes on him again, and he couldn’t help getting another quick look at them before he left. Sure enough, they were watching him closely.

He hurried around to Old Montague Street where the mortuary stood. It was little more than a brick shed, but it did the job for the most part. As Loki approached it, he was relieved to see the police ambulance still in the yard. Beside it was Sgt Rogers, who greeted him politely as always. He also explained that Dr Banner had returned home and promised to return in the morning to perform a full examination of the body. Loki gave her a quick check where she lay in the the ambulance but could see little with her clothes and the sheet covering most of her body.

Once an attendant had arrived, he and Sgt Rogers were allowed to bring the body inside and Loki quickly set about giving her a more detailed examination.

“Are you going to stay here?” he asked the sergeant, who stood beside the door with his arms folded across his chest.

Sgt Rogers merely nodded. “I just want to see you give her a once-over before I leave the coroners to their job. I’m sure your observations will be helpful, along with Bruce’s later this morning.”

“I could have been more helpful on the scene,” Loki added as he shrugged off his coat and threw on a blood-stained apron. “With the body undisturbed, but I arrived to find some boy already washing away all the evidence.”

“It was imperative that we got her out of there,” the blond replied, looking firm in his beliefs. “The crowd was getting out of hand. And you were late because you were not at home when Bucky called.”

“Whatever you say, Sergeant. What would I know, anyway? It is not like I am a Police Surgeon, or anything like that.”

“I’m not trying to undermine you, Doc. I was simply trusting Bruce’s intuition.”

“No need for apologies, I am well used to such talk.” With a sarcastic smile, Loki removed the sheet that covered the warm corpse. He felt the other man watching him as he got a good look at the victim, eyes still slightly open despite her ordeal. “There are bruises on the side of her face, possibly made by a thumb or fingers, if my guess is correct. It’s on her jaw on the right side, as if her head had been pushed back and her throat then cut.”

Barnes had not been joking about — the wounds on her neck were shockingly deep. He tilted her head slightly so he could get a better look. On the left side of the neck, about one inch below the jaw, there was an incision roughly four inches in length, and ran from a point immediately below the ear. On the same side, but an inch below, and commencing about one inch in front of it, was a circular incision, which terminated at a point about three inches below the right jaw. That incision had completely severed all the tissues down to the vertebrae, and the large vessels of the neck on both sides were severed. That incision was eight or so inches in length, Loki observed, his brow furrowing further with each detail he found.

Essentially, she was cut from ear to ear.

“Her throat was slashed twice,” he muttered, just loud enough for his companion to hear. “It would have killed her quite instantly.”

“That explains the blood-soaked clothes…”

Loki continued his routine examination as he removed the garments covering the body. Her chest showed no injuries or bruises as he worked downwards. “It would seem that most of her blood did indeed soak into her clothes and hair, for that matter. Her breast is clear of blood or cuts as is her… Jesus Christ.”

Loki’s words died on his lips as his jaw fell open. He could hear the sergeant asking what the problem was, but he ignored him and pulled back the victims skirts to get a better look at what he thought he saw.

His eyes had not played tricks on him — on her lower abdomen were three or four deep gashes, one of which was particularly violent.

As he stared at the lacerations in shock, he noticed Rogers approach the table. “Loki, what is the—” He halted in speechless surprise before he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, God. What did he do to her?”

Loki could only shake his head. “Send for Dr Banner, and Inspector Stark for that matter.”

“What the hell happened to her?” the other man demanded, horrified by the violent sight before him.

Meeting his worried gaze, Loki’s reply was that of a man who couldn’t believe his own eyes. “She has been disembowelled, Sergeant.”

#Loki #Lover #Angst #Others #Submitted fic #submission #unofferable-fic #do you fear the devil #chapter 1 #trigger warning #gore

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thebakerstboyskeeper · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday! Hope you have a lovely day x

Oh my goodness thank you!!

#thank you!#unofferable-fic #birthday shenanigans

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sneckerdoodle · 6 years ago

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unofferable-fic replied to your post: Me, after seeing everyone discuss how underused...

@sneckerdoodle ya boi was made a knight bachelor in 2012 for services to drama and the community of Northern Ireland. And also for being the best boy around ��

Oh snap, that was a little while ago, I didn’t even know. That’s awesome!

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unofferable-fic · 6 years ago

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With regards Endgame spoilers and posts

I won’t write, reblog, or like any posts re: Endgame until 1st May. I don’t want stuff spoiled for people, and whether I will even see it myself is up for debate. That depends entirely on what Loki’s story (if he has any role at all) is like.

Regarding Loki spoilers specifically:

I plan on knowing these at my earliest convenience by dipping into DMs with people who have already seen the film. Feel free to message me about this once I know — I’ll have no problem privately telling people if they want to prepare themselves before going to the cinema. Please don’t DM/send asks about any other characters/spoilers, because I don’t plan on knowing those ahead of time! Pretty sure @lokiloveforever will also be allowing people to jump into their inbox regarding Loki info...

Regarding blog activity and story updates:

I will most likely have a queue working away, but I won’t be active on Tumblr probably from next week until the start of May. I’ll still answer DMs and the like.

Any fic updates will be posted to AO3, because I’m not risking going anywhere near my dashboard, thanks.

So, it short 1ST MAY IS MY DATE FOR SPOILER POSTS TO BEGIN. They will all be tagged as such and under cuts anyway, but just wanted to warn y’all.

I hope everyone enjoys Endgame and the inevitable discord afterwards! Here’s hoping they don’t drop the goddamn ball.

#unofferable fic #loki #loki laufeyson #avengers endgame #endgame spoilers #loki spoilers #avengers endgame spoilers #me saying shit #notice

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ontowanderlust · 6 years ago

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...But I think with some liquid courage and this helpful Midgardian tune, I might be able to try.” -Loki (Unofferable)

This quote-which happen to be my favorite- came from @unofferable-fic ‘s fanfiction: Unofferable. It’s one of the fanfictions that I quickly fell in love with that I just had to check every other day if it was updated or not, and frankly, I’m glad that I stuck with it til the epilogue. It is written beautifully, the relationship between Loki and the OFC... It’s a great read and I’m looking forward for the sequel.

-Ruefully~yours ;)

#loki laufeyson #loki my love #loki of asgard #mine #photo edit #loki odinson #quote #fanfiction quote #fanfiction #unofferable #ruefully~yours #from ffnet #fic rec #fic recommendation #recomended for loki fans #love it!

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latent-thoughts · 4 years ago

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Looking for some good Hiddleston/Loki authors. Longer figs are good, one shots ok. fluffy and good stories. Love your blog, and I’d love to know your suggestions <3

Thank you Anon. 😊

Since I don't have the energy to mention all the recs and link them, here some of the gifted writers in the community, you should definitely check out their works: @mastreworld @nildespirandum @shiningloki @maiden-of-asgard @realityhelixwrites @grufflepuff-writes-stuff @messy-insomniac-bookgirl @gingerwritess @talklokitome @nekoamamori @ohhhmyloki @sserpente @lokilover9 @caffiend-queen @unofferable-fic @wolfpawn @nuggsmum @pedeka @just-the-hiddles @emeraldrosequartz @illegalcerebral (I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting some names here, because brain is le tired. This isn't an exhaustive list).

Also, I had responded to a similar ask some time back, so here's a link to that post (it contains some fic recs with links): https://latent-thoughts.tumblr.com/post/186727115853/hey-how-are-you-do-you-have-any-recs-for-complete

Hope that helped.

If anyone has recs, please feel free to add them.

#fic recs #fic recommendation

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fadingfics · 4 years ago

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Unofferable, by @unofferable-fic

I think I need to re-read this one.

Summary: The unexpected arrival of an injured Midgardian child clinging to life causes a ruckus on Asgard. The princes, Thor and Loki, are somewhat intrigued by this unusual guest, unsure as to how and why she ended up in such a state. What they did not expect, however, was the turn of events her appearance would inevitably cause.

Wanna submit a fic rec for Free For All Friday?

#fic rec #FFA Friday #Loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki/OFC #loki (marvel)#eventual smut #angst #fluff #smut #fluff and angst #fluff and smut #friends to lovers

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sagittariuseyed · 6 years ago

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I was tagged by @ilylight to do that "describe yourself using only pictures that you already have saved" (I'm definitely paraphrasing here) thingy and I couldn't pass it up. I think I did well. Tagging: @vampyong @unofferable-fic @loki-the-fox and whoever else, I can't think of people rn oops

#tag #friends #loki #cats #this truly is the essence of me

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Do You Fear the Devil?

TITLE: Do You Fear the Devil?

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2, A Temporary Truce

AUTHOR: unofferable-fic

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Victorian London AU. Imagine that you are one of the many working women roaming the streets of Whitechapel when a madman begins to murder your comrades one by one.

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Descriptions of injuries/violence, gore, language, angst. Playlist: “The Medic” — Foxing, “Little Sadie” — Crooked Still, “The Last of Us (Cycles)” — Gustavo Santaolalla

31st August 1888, 5.30 am.

“I apologise for having to pull you out bed for the second time this morning, Dr Banner.”

Loki would be the first to admit that his relationship with fellow doctor Bruce Banner was somewhat strained. Upon their first meeting some years ago, they both got into a drunken bar fight, one which resulted in each of them sporting black eyes and split lips going into work the following morning. They were, unsurprisingly, suspended temporarily. He could barely remember what the argument had been about — possibly in relation to Dr Banner’s consorting with prostitutes — but he definitely recalled his comrade being a very angry drunk when provoked. All that being said, the pair had come to have a mutual respect for each other given their similar professions.

“It’s alright,” Dr Banner reassured him as they met him in the front yard to the mortuary. “I know you would not call me if it wasn’t urgent.”

“I can assure you that it is,” Sgt Rogers added, his lips set in a grim line. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Well, take me to her then.”

Just as the trio turned to enter the building, a man opened the door and lazily threw a bundle of bloody clothes into the yard. Loki quickly gathered that he was a pauper given his appearance, but his eyes immediately fell to the clothing of which he had disposed. He recognised it immediately.

“Where did you get those?” he barked, halting the employee before he could return inside.

“Off the body in there,” the man replied with a raised brow. “We’re washing ‘er down to prepare ‘er for burial.”

“She was not to be touched!”

Sgt Rogers looked to be losing his patience. “We were told that the body would not be disturbed until Dr Banner here had conducted a full and detailed post-mortem examination!”

Loki growled in frustration and addressed the man again. “Do not lay another finger on her before we complete the examination, otherwise more evidence will be tampered with.”

Dr Laufeyson grabbed the clothes from the ground and barged past him in irritation, followed closely by Dr Banner and Sgt Rogers. The trio quickly entered the mortuary and dismissed the other senile workhouse parlour who had just about finished washing the body down. The sergeant made a show of getting their names — Robert Mann and James Hatfield, which Loki would later read in his case notes — and dismissed them. While Dr Banner attended to the body, Loki took an inventory of clothing Polly had worn during her demise, as well as the possessions on her person. Despite being washed, the blood had done its work, leaving irreversible stains in its wake. On her petticoats, he noticed a marking beneath the blood. He quickly recognised the marking as that of Lambeth Workhouse.

He called Steve over and pointed to the emblem. “You should reach out to the women in the workhouse, Sergeant. Someone may be able to help identify her.”

“I will have Wilson look into it,” Sgt Rogers replied. “Once he has dealt with the lead given to us by those other women.”

Loki thought back to the street-walkers he spotted on the scene, pointed out by PCs Wilson and Barnes. When they reentered his mind, he couldn’t help the intrigue that built up within him. “Were those women questioned any further, Sergeant?”

“Not beyond the identification of the victim.”

“They might be worth a conversation,” he explained. “They were clearly on the job that night given the men in their company. If the killer committed the other attacks and is indeed targeting prostitutes, then they might have seen or heard something suspicious.”

Steve’s blue eyes pierced into his, a frown forming on his lips. “You’re right, Doctor, but we never thought to ask their names.”

“They appeared to be well looked after, so my best guess is that they reside in a decent lodging house or brothel.”

“They work at the White Swan,” Banner stated without looking up from the body. Steve and Loki turned to look at him in surprise. It was only when he was met with silence that he looked up nervously. “I, uh, know one of the midwives employed with taking care of the brothel’s workers… I recognised them from visiting her.”

“Right,” Dr Laufeyson drawled, easily sensing the lie. “You were always a terrible liar, Bruce.”

Dr Banner broke out into a series of unintelligible mumbles before giving up and turning his attention back to the examination. Loki simply rolled his eyes as Sgt Rogers spoke up. “I think you and I should pay a visit to the White Swan tomorrow afternoon.”

“I didn’t take you for that kind of man,” Loki said wryly, and delighted in his superior’s ears turning red. “You can hardly pay a woman while on the job, no?”

“To interview them,” Steve hastily added, looking unamused with the suggestion that he might consort with prostitutes. “While Bucky and Sam work on the other leads and Dr Banner finishes up here. I’m afraid we’ll need you back here again before seven, Doctor. Inspector Stark should arrive thereabouts and will need to be filled in.”

“I will see that it’s done, Steve.”

“Thank you.” The blonde turned to Loki and nodded to the door. “Shall we?”

“You are the man in charge. Lead the way.”

Leaving the good doctor to his work, the men left the mortuary and briefly met with PCs Barnes and Wilson who had finished interviewing the neighbours. Oddly enough, no one had heard a single thing.

“Neither did the Night Watchman,” PC Barnes elaborated with a shrug. “But he’s a known dozer…”

The lack of any leads did little to improve the mood of Steve or Loki, but they hoped that the Thrawl Street and Lambeth leads would offer them more information in the morning. At the beginning of September, after they acquired some much needed information through their investigation, they turned their attention to the White Swan and two particular employees.

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LONDON DAILY NEWS

Saturday, 1st September, 1888

BRUTAL MURDER IN WHITECHAPEL

“A murder of the most brutal kind was committed in the neighbourhood of Whitechapel in the early hours of yesterday morning, but by whom and with what motive is at present a complete mystery.

At a quarter to four o'clock Police sergeant Rogers, 97J when in Buck’s-row, Whitechapel, came upon the body of a woman lying on a part of the footway, and on stooping to raise her up, in the belief that she was intoxicated, he discovered that her throat was cut almost from ear to ear.

Assistance was procured, a messenger being sent at once to the station and for a doctor.

Dr. Banner, of Whitechapel-road, whose surgery is not more than 300 yards from the spot where the woman lay, was aroused, and proceeded at once to the scene.

He hastily inspected the body where it lay and pronounced the woman dead.

The police ambulance from the Bethnal-green station having arrived, the body was removed there.

A further examination showed the horrible nature of the crime, for the lower part of the woman’s body was found to have been horribly mutilated by three or four deep gashes. Any one of the wounds was sufficient to came death.

After the body was removed to the mortuary of the parish in Old Montague-street, Whitechapel, steps were taken to secure, if possible, identification, but at first with little prospect of success.

The clothing on the body was of a common description. It was discovered that the skirt of one petticoat and the band of another article bore the stencil stamp of Lambeth Workhouse. The only articles in the pockets were a comb and a piece of looking glass. The latter led the police to conclude that the murdered woman was an inhabitant of one of the numerous lodging-homes in the neighbourhood.

As the news of the murder spread first one woman and then another come forward to view the body, and at length it was found that a woman answering the description of the deceased had lodged in a common lodging houses in Thrawl-street, Spitalfields.

Women from that place were fetched, and they identified the deceased as “Polly” who had shared a room with three other women in the place on the usual terms of such houses - nightly payment of 4d. each, each woman having a separate bed.

She had frequented the house for about three weeks past. When she presented herself for her lodging on Thursday night she was turned away because she had not the money.

She was then the worse for liquor.

A woman of the neighbourhood saw her later, she told the police - even as late as 2.30 on Friday morning - in Whitechapel-road, opposite the Church, and at the corner of Osborn-street, and at a quarter to four she was found within 600 yards of the spot murdered.

At about half-past seven last evening a woman named Mary Anne Monk, at present an inmate of Lambeth Workhouse, was taken to the mortuary, and identified the body as that of Mary Ann Nicholls.

She was a married woman, but had been living apart from her husband for some years. Her age was 36, and she had been an inmate of Lambeth Workhouse off and on for the past seven years.

The matter is being investigated by Inspector Stark of Scotland-yard.”

With a sigh, you set the newspaper back down on the table. You briefly thanked your valuable ability to read as it meant that you could stay informed about the gruesome murder while keeping your fellow illiterate workers aware as well.

Despite how the evening of the 31st of August had began, it ended relatively well for you and Natasha. James and Scott were kind enough to walk you both back to the brothel, paying you for your time despite the events of the night having somewhat killed the mood. Even still, they insisted that they were unwilling to leave neither you or Natasha short for money. Now, you were sitting in a lounge area of the White Swan, relaying the article to Natasha and Wanda.

Wanda Maximoff was another friend of yours and one of the younger workers in the brothel. Like Natasha, she wasn’t from England and originally resided in a far off country called Sokovia. After severe political unrest and the threat of oncoming war with neighbouring countries, she fled her home a few years ago with her twin brother, Pietro, and soon found herself working in the brothel to make ends meet. Pietro had even acquired a job as the brothel’s bartender, using his time to serve the customers and keep a watchful eye on his sister. They were both little spitfires, and more than happy to tell you to jog on if you disrespected them on the premises. Considering the establishment was one of the more expensive ones, there was a general ‘no cheeky bollocks’ policy, and the twins were more than happy to enforce it. The madame of the brothel, Pepper Potts, loved their fiery attitude, mostly because she agreed with its sentiment, and also because some customers paid good money for a woman with a dominant streak.

“I think I have met her before,” Wanda pondered when you finished reading the article. “She was a nice woman with far more friends than enemies, if she had any at all.”

“What a horrible way to go,” Natasha added with a frown. “Especially when she was only trying to earn a few quid to get a bed for the night.”

“It just makes me feel even more lucky to be living in here,” you said, glancing around the room. “And I’m also glad that we stick together when we go out at night.”

The Sokovian nodded in agreement. “We should definitely keep that up.”

Before you could continue the conversation, the door to the lounge opened, revealing Madame Potts on the other side. “Natasha, Y/N, you have visitors.”

“Customers?” you asked curiously.

“No. They are of the more investigative variety.”

Natasha let out an audible groan. “Don’t tell me it’s the bloomin’ mutton shunters…”

“I’m afraid so. Realistically they should not even be on the premises, but they came in normal clothing to avoid affecting my business. They just wish to speak with you both about the murder of Mary Ann.”

“Swell,” you muttered under your breath as the three of you were lead from the room, following Madame Potts to the bar where the apparent policemen were waiting. When you arrived, Wanda moved to take a seat at the bar while Pietro stood behind it, cleaning glasses ahead of the evening rush of clients. You looked at the table in the corner that was currently housing the policemen and recognised them from Bucks Row.

“Looks like Sergeant Handsome and Doctor Dreamy couldn’t get enough of us,” Natasha said to you under her breath. “I shall take the blonde.”

“No you will not,” you replied with a small snort. She wasn’t exactly wrong about them being quite attractive though. “They’re here to question us, not to do business. Plus, you are telling me that you would sleep with a policeman?”

“Money is money, and I am already fucking the good doctor friend of theirs. He is basically a policeman without the ridiculous helmet.”

You chose not to reply. Instead, you merely looked at her in amusement and delighted in the fact that she could always put a smile on your face.

“Gentlemen,” Madame Potts announced, grabbing their attention as the three women reached the table. “These valuable ladies are Miss Romanoff and Miss Y/L/N, and they said they would be willing to answer some questions for you both. Try anything other than that, or threaten them in anyway, and I will see that you’re removed from the property. Are we clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the blonde replied calmly and removed his flat cap. As Madame Potts retreated and left the room, he gestured to the seats opposite them with a polite smile. “Please, sit.”

You and your companion followed his request, all the while eying the pair across from you.

“I’m Sgt Rogers,” the blonde continued before nodding to his friend. “And this is Divisional Police Surgeon Dr Laufeyson. We wanted to ask you both some questions with regards the murder of Mary Ann Nichols.”

As you cautiously studied Dr Laufeyson, Natasha spoke up. “I doubt we’ll have any helpful information. We did not know the women, and we spent most of our night with company in the Frying Pan.”

“On business?”

The redhead smirked playfully. “Obviously.”

“Why venture out of the brothel in the first place?” Dr Laufeyson asked with his hands clasped together on the table. “Is it not a safer option to remain here? Especially with all the attacks of late.”

“Sometimes business is slow,” you explained. “If we want to make money, we might have to go out and entice some men into coming to visit. Other times, we meet with regulars with whom we know we are safe.”

“I did not think such men existed, Miss Y/L/N.”

Your eyes narrowed, unafraid to meet his green ones in a stare that instantly brought you back to the lane where you first saw him. “You do not need to tell me that it’s exceedingly unsafe to be in my line of work. But not all men are monsters, Doctor, and not all men despise prostitutes.”

He watched you carefully, holding your gaze. “It would seem that the man who murdered Mary Ann Nichols certainly did.”

If there was one skill you had gathered from your work, it was learning to read people as best as you could. It was an important aspect of picking your customers — if any men made you feel uneasy, you didn’t go near them. The two men in front of you were relatively easy to figure out. Sgt Rogers held himself with a certain amount of pride. He didn’t strike you as overly confident, but he was certainly settled in a leadership role. He was good at taking charge and equally comfortable doing it. He lacked arrogance and appeared genuinely concerned with the attacks. He probably wouldn’t be here talking to you if he wasn’t. And Natasha had been right — with his chiselled jawline, penetrating baby blues, and neatly combed blonde hair he seemed like a poster boy for a handsome gentleman.

Dr Laufeyson was a little harder to figure out. They were both reserved men, but where Sgt Rogers was determined, the former was quietly arrogant and proud. He regarded himself highly because he believed it to be true, but you had to agree that he was elegant in how he looked and how he carried himself. He was a doctor who was obviously intelligent, and oozed a charisma that his colleague did not. There was a certain… mischief, about him. That was the perfect word to describe the glint in his eyes — mischievous. He was, much like the sergeant, attractive, but possessed a different kind of appeal. His features were sharp, his cheekbones high, and his thick black hair slicked back out of his eyes. He was certainly your type, bar the arrogant facade.

“You think she was targeted specifically?” Natasha asked, bringing you out of your daydreaming.

Sgt Rogers answered. “For her profession, yes, but not her personally. Her estranged husband and friends could confirm that she had no enemies, and the recent rise of attacks of women of your profession leads us to believe that there may be a killer about; a killer who specifically has it in for you lot. We are here to ask you questions, but also to advise you both with regards your safety.”

This grim information did nothing to ease your woes. You had had a bad feeling about all the murders in the last few weeks. Not many people cared about sex workers because of who you were, but you were still human and you could feel fear and pain. You shouldn’t have been surprised that there was someone stalking about trying to murder as many women as he could. You shouldn’t have been surprised that he hadn’t been caught yet, given the lack of people who actually gave a shite, and the lack of manpower within the police. It was obvious that they were in a pickle purely because they came to you for help.

Sgt Rogers removed a fountain pen and a small notebook from his inside coat pocket as he spoke. “Now, we wanted to ask if either of you saw Miss Nichols that night? You said that you visited the Frying Pan Pub — there are witnesses that claimed to see her leaving there at about 12.30 in the morning.”

“We did not get to the pub until after 2.30,” Natasha elaborated with a raised brow. “So we saw no sign of her.”

“Ah, I see. Did you drink heavily there?”

“Just a few gatters, so no.”

“Did you see anyone of note that stuck out to you?” Dr Laufeyson asked, directing his question to you. “Maybe he looked like he did not belong, or gave you a bad gut feeling?”

“There were the usual dippers and rampsmen about,” you said. “Who shouted some colourful words at us, but that is nothing we are not used to. We recognised most people about because we know the streets like the back of our hands.” You paused and thought back to the night, remembering how you had strolled through the stinking lanes with your friend. Only then did you remember a detail. “Well, there was that one man, Natasha. You thought he seemed odd.”

She looked at you curiously. “Who?”

“Remember the lad with the tall hat in the lane? Right before we met James.”

“What lane was this?” the doctor inquired.

“Gunthorpe Street.”

Natasha suddenly recalled your story and nodded in agreement. “Oh! Yes, he did seem a little bit odd… I would not have thought much of him otherwise. We thought he was out looking for women considering he was waiting at the archway.”

“I thought he was the wealthy sort at first,” you added. “But only really thought he was unusual when he approached us. I assumed he would ask us for our services, but he passed by when our friend appeared from ’round the corner and called our names.”

“He just tipped his hat,” Natasha said, mimicking his gesture. “And then went on his way.”

“What did he look like?” Dr Laufeyson pushed while the sergeant was quickly taking down notes. “Any details would be useful.”

You sighed as you recalled the appearance of the man you had met, though you could say little. “Eh… He was ’round 5’6, 5’7? A bit stocky, but had a fair complexion. He also had a moustache. It was dark that night, so I saw little of his appearance.”

“What of his clothes?”

“He had a dark overcoat and a dark top hat on his head.”

“That all sounds about right,” the redhead concurred. “I can agree with that description of him. I do not know why I thought him odd, because his appearance was quite normal. I had not seen him before though, might I add.”

“That is a possible lead at least,” Sgt Rogers said to Dr Laufeyson as he finished taking their statement. He quickly turned back to you. “You have been very helpful, ladies. Both here and on Bucks Row and we appreciate the assistance.”

“Just catch the bloody lurker quick,” your friend implored. “If giving you lot information to catch this devil means we will be safer out there, then we will do what we can to help.”

You noticed the dark-haired man sitting opposite you, thoughtfully tapping his slender fingers on the wooden table top. “That may not be the worst idea.”

“Excuse me?”

“It might not be a bad idea to employ the help of some local prostitutes, Sergeant. After all, they said they know these streets and the civilians well. They may see things that we miss while out soliciting.”

“First of all,” Sgt Rogers began, looking slightly miffed. “Soliciting is still illegal. Secondly, I do not think we are allowed to—”

“If it means catching this madman faster, then where is the harm? That and you had no qualms with coming here to question them in the first place! What do you say, ladies?”

“Assisting you lot with hunting down the man murdering our fellow workers?” Natasha broke out into a full tooth grin. “Sounds like fun. You in, Y/N?”

Working with the London Police? That wasn’t exactly something you foresaw in your future. Then again, you didn’t foresee fearing for your life either, and you refused to lie down and let more of your comrades die. The people of this city didn’t care, but you sure as hell did! “If it means he’s caught sooner rather than later, then yes.”

You and Natasha looked at the exasperated sergeant expectantly as he ran a hand over his face. “Ugh, fine! So be it! But if this gets too dangerous for them, we will dismiss the arrangement. And you will not be out ‘hunting’ him. For now, you will be offering information on suspects, locations, and possible victims, of which we hope there won’t be anymore.”

“We also want to get paid,” you added, clasping your hands together atop the table. “A fair amount.”

“Done,” Dr Laufeyson announced without giving Sgt Rogers a chance. “You ladies have yourselves a deal.”

As you shook the man’s outstretched hand, Sgt Rogers tried to intervene. “Loki—”

“Lighten up, Rogers,” Natasha giggled as she gave the doctor’s hand. “You are no fun, are you?”

“I take my work seriously, Miss Romanoff—”

“And there will be none of that last name or ‘ma’am’ bollocks. We are all on a first name basis now.”

“I believe I heard you refer to each other as Y/N and Natasha?” Dr Laufeyson asked and introduced himself and the sergeant once his question was confirmed. “I am Loki, and this is Steve.”

“Why did I even bring you here?” Steve mumbled, very much done with this exchange.

Loki shrugged in response, feigning innocence. “Because I am the fun one?”

Natasha smirked at the pair and got to her feet. “It was a pleasure doing business with you boys. If you even wish to engage in more pleasurable business, do let us know. We would be happy to oblige.”

The wink she sent Steve had him clearing his throat as the three of you joined her in standing up. Loki was quick to prolong the banter. “I will inform you both if Steve desires some much needed practice.”

“That’s enough!” the sergeant insisted, his jaw tense. “Where can we find you both if we need you?”

“Either here or the Frying Pan,” you answered, trying not to laugh. “We usually stick to one or the other considering we live here.”

“Right.” He coughed and placed his cap on his again. “Thank you again for your assistance, ladies.”

“You too, Stevie,” you chuckled while Natasha sent him a flirty wave. “Have a pleasant afternoon, Loki.”

“I shall try, Y/N. Natasha.” He tipped his hat to you with that familiar glint in his eye and left the establishment with Steve.

Once they were gone, the Russian gave your shoulder a little nudge and scampered off towards the bar. “How about that, Y/N? We just got promoted to Assistant Detectives.”

“I’m quite eager about the pay rise,” you admitted and took a seat at one of the bar stools. “And about, you know, catching that nutcase…”

Wanda and Pietro stared at you both in disbelief, while the former spoke first. “What the hell did I just witness?”

“An adventurous business deal, dear sister,” Pietro explained, his accent thick. He cast a somewhat proud glance at you and nodded thoughtful, setting the clean glass back down on the counter. “Yes. Those two are jumping from the frying pan straight into the fire.”

“I do love a good manhunt,” you joked, all the while looking forward to helping out your peers. That, and you weren’t exactly disappointed with the thought of seeing Loki again. “This should be an eventful experience, girls.”

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