#valki fanfic

[lazy-cat-corner]

Remember when I said I wanted to one day make a Valki fic? Yeah that day is coming sooner than planned. There’s this WIP I’ve had sitting on the backburner for years and honestly went untouched because I got sucked in the sylki fandom.

So hold on guys, but a fic is in the works and should be posted once I workout the kinks.

A preview, just to promise myself that this will happen and soon!

[lokiinmediasideblog]

11, 15, 18! ^_^

how would you describe thor and loki’s dynamic to someone who has never seen the movies?

Narratively co-dependent sibling rivalry that makes Cain and Abel's rivalry pale in comparison. They also say "BROTHA" a lot.

Thor's basically Mufasa/He-Man/SkekUng, and Loki's basically Scar/Skeletor/SkekSil.

do you have a favorite loki fanfic? (if you’re a fic writer, you’re allowed to choose your own)

Always a difficult question (and I tend to try to avoid known squicks from whoever's asking). And lol, I went to see replies to comments on my inbox.

Let's see.

I think you'd enjoy this Loki and Hela team-up oneshot.

This one has a happy ending but it's quite angsty on Loki's part (and it doesn't get to bad points; but it could have).

There's this fic, though not my favorite, I found very enjoyable for xenobiology reasons and because the author made Loki act mean and bitchy as a patient, which is accurate. Rather than the little waif he's made out to be in other Loki recovery fics. The alien biology is very detailed and well thought of. If you like speculative xenobiology, you'll enjoy this.

I love Lise's fics. I'm that freak that loves vivisection stuff, so I especially enjoy "The Vivisection Tango." I love shit where one character wants to vivisect the other.

There's a VERY fucked up Doomki fic based on Latverian Prometheus that haunts me, but it is not for the faint of heart, so I'm not posting it xD I feel weird saying I think about it often.

On a softer Valki note, I enjoyed this fic:

what do you think loki’s biggest fear is? (if not *the* biggest, one of the biggest.)

Losing those he loves (e.g. Thor, Frigga) is a far greater fear for Loki than dying, being alone, or abandoned. He couldn't bear to lose Thor, and so handed the Tesseract to Thanos and likely attacked Thanos knowing he'd die (to keep it balanced). He was also willing to die just to avenge Frigga. Loki has a long history of dying for his loved ones to either avenge them or protect them. Loki would do ANYTHING to keep them from harm.

In respect to Frigga, I like thinking about how it's a reversal of the whole "mother willing to die/sacrifice for her children" when it's an adoptive child doing the sacrificing instead. IDK, it fucks me up to think about that. There's something there but I can't put words to it.

[valkisource]

Stability

SPOILERS FOR 1X06

Stability. That’s all he wanted when she found him.

Valki ~ 1.3k ~ AO3

Stability.

That’s all he wanted when she found him.

Sylvie had betrayed him. Mobius didn’t remember him. Hunter B-15 didn’t either, and Renslayer had vanished. The timeline was branching off into countless realities, Nexus events springing up all across space and time, the multiverse crashing violently together, Variants meeting and fighting and teaming up, and somewhere in all the chaos was an evil dictator and his Variants readying their war that would destroy it all.

He didn’t even know how long it had all taken, how long it had been since New York, how long he had had to process his failure and the deaths of his family and the destruction of his home, how long it had taken him to realize the throne meant nothing and he was only desperate for love, for someone to care about, for someone to care about him.

He did know that he still hadn’t recovered from Thanos, that his stamina was shot and every fight exacerbated the aches and pains, that he could still hear echoes of the scepter’s whispers in the back of his mind in quiet moments, and yet he was plunged straight into more fighting with a sorcerer called Strange and a witch called Maximoff, all the while battling bone-deep exhaustion and their expectations built on events he both had and hadn’t lived through and wondering what had happened to Sylvie and if Mobius would ever remember him.

So when she found him, when a shining white and gold suit of armor and gleaming sword straight from Asgardian legend sliced through the fog of battle to save his life, worn and wielded by the first vaguely familiar face he had encountered since his arrest, who also happened to be his first hint that perhaps Asgard wasn’t as dead and gone as he had believed, of course it was all he could do not to crumple to the ground under the weight of pure, unadulterated relief.

“Valkyrie?” he rasped, the magic he was still learning to use flickering weakly around his hand.

She spun to stare at him, eyes wide in disbelief, tears wavering in their depths. “Loki,” she whispered, her voice cracking, hope scarcely daring to peek out of the break.

Her hand hovered in midair, torn between reaching for him and holding back.

Evidently, she decided the vulnerability was worth the risk, because less than a second later she was sweeping him into a hug, one that was all at once bone-crushing and tender, grief-stricken and joyous, her tears slipping free to stain his cheek as her fingers curled into his hair, clung to the fabric of his shirt, the fierce warrior stretching onto her tiptoes to reach him.

He only knew her from a snippet of footage, from the gentle teasing on Mobius’s face when he asked about her, the genuine regret in his voice when he said it was a shame they would never meet, but despite that – or perhaps because of that – he knew she was safe. Somehow, instinctively, he knew he wouldn’t regret trusting her, that she was a precious shred of reality in a multiverse gone mad, that she wouldn’t stab him in the back, and so…

He melted into the hug.

He stood startled just long enough to blink, and then he was leaning down to meet her, finding comfort in her warmth, security in the worn, sturdy armor, shelter in the sword still poised to keep the world at bay. He let his magic fade, his racing heart slow, and despite the battle raging on, for the first time in too long, the world grew calm.

Finally, he could breathe.

-----

Strange ruined it, naturally, with an unwelcome reminder of the pesky battle still to be won, but the hug was enough. Even as they broke apart – yet stayed together to fight – the myriad of challenges still ahead seemed manageable suddenly, a perfectly surmountable series of tasks with a friend by his side, a friend who could be more, a friend…

A friend who welcomed him back and offered him a tangible path home.

Her breath hitched, her smile wavering, when he finally had the chance to explain how he’d gotten there, that he knew of her but had never met her, and had certainly never fallen in love with her, but she still took his hand and assured him that it didn’t matter, that she was just glad he was home, that Thor would be thrilled beyond measure to see him again, that anything and everything else could be worked out in time.

“Wait,” Loki cut her off, his world, his hope teetering on a precipice, an edge he had been clinging to since he read the words Entire Civilization Annihilated so callously typed out on one insignificant paper filed away amongst thousands of others, everything he had cared about a mere footnote in the cursed Sacred Timeline. “Thor- Thor’s alive?”

Valkyrie blinked, brows furrowing. “Of course he is. Did they tell you otherwise?”

“Not… in so many words,” he realized. “I just assumed…”

“What, that a couple apocalypses could stop your brother?” she teased, squeezing his hand. “No, Loki, he’s alive. Just off-world.”

He gave in to the exhaustion. He gave in to the weeks, months, days, whatever of not knowing, of jumping from one fight to another, of processing years of growth and trauma in the few free seconds he’d had. He gave in, and he didn’t hold back the tears, the tears made up of every emotion he’d ever felt and more, and she wrapped him up in her arms and held him until he had cried himself to sleep.

He woke in her bed the next morning, curled up beneath the blankets while she sat atop them, reading what he recognized as one of his favorite books, and for the first time in forever, he felt truly rested.

-----

Everything went more smoothly after that. There were a few bumps as they adjusted to this new life, him to her presence, her to this new version of him, but they had each other, and Thor and his people had survived, and when everything finally settled, he had a home to settle down in. He hadn’t lost as much as the TVA had led him to believe, and he had gained more than he could have imagined when he escaped with the Tesseract.

Together with Strange and Maximoff, they dealt with the multiverse, setting everything right while preserving free will. The true end of Kang was a problem for another day – and with more assistance – but for now, he was satisfactorily defeated. They reunited with Sylvie and Mobius and B-15, tracked down Renslayer, and set about rebuilding broken bridges and new lives out of the ashes of the old.

Thor came racing home the second they called, greeting Loki with another bone-crushing hug. This one he didn’t hesitate to return, relishing this second chance with his brother, this chance he had seen the footage of but thought he would never be able to embrace himself. They returned home together, home to a New Asgard brimming with new opportunities for the both of them – opportunities they could finally share.

And throughout it all, Valkyrie was there. They got to know each other again, beyond what he had assumed and she had once known, and gradually, Valkyrie became Val, the distance between them faded until holding hands was natural, and he no longer wanted to imagine life without her. They fought together, talked together, laughed together, rested together, and she was brave and funny and kind and fiery and beautiful and intelligent and everything he had never thought he deserved, and, well…

It didn’t take long for a love both new and familiar to grow from those seeds, and their first kiss of their second chance tasted all the sweeter for it.

With Val at his side, he never wanted for stability again.

[neptoons1998]

Updating...

I’m updating all my fanfictions!!!  The Silk of Water, Fins &Feet, and Well aren’t you sweet! I’m ready to start on some new stories soon. 

[dawnquafam]

You Were His Princess

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Relationship: Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Loki (Marvel)

Characters: Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie)

Summary: After the war is over, after the survivors are settled, Valkyrie has one last thing to do. One last pain to confront.

Read it here!

For Valki Week Day 1 - Angst

[unmundoagradable]

Meeting

Fandom/s: MCU, Avengers, Thor.

Title: Meeting

Genre/s: Yeah I don’t know. The idea was Romance but no.

Warning/s: None.

Characters: Valkyrie, Loki.

Pairing/s: Valki.

A/N: This was supposed to be the Smut part of Valki Week but there is no smut at all so I will work on another part of it. I am a failure. But I hope to grant you a break from the angst.

*****

The first thing she finds out about him is that he’s a little shit. It doesn’t take long. At all.

He quite literally falls from the sky, face first in the heap of trash that is Sakaar, and right (or nearly so) at her feet. And the first thing he does is smirk at her, even as she points a rifle at him. She stuns him before he can even think of getting up, introduce himself, or say anything at all, and hauls him around like a rag doll until she reaches her ship.

And then she ties him (not for the first time; he’s a kinky little shit).

She drags him inside the Royal Palace and into the elevator, already tasting the Sakaarian liquor his sale is gonna buy her, when he starts to wake up. “Hello,” he greets groggily, looking around to get his bearings, and stopping just a moment to look out of the elevator and down into the city, and she doesn’t bother to reply. It actually looks like he’s used to waking up in strange and unexpected places (she knows the feeling).

He struggles to stand up through his bound hands and torso (eh, she likes to be thorough) and sways slightly as the doors to the elevator open. She doesn’t even glance at him as she grabs his arm and pulls him out, forcing him to walk towards the Grandasshole’s Throne/Orgy/Disco/Party/Council/Whatever Room.

He plants his feet in the ground and she’s forced to turn around and face him, rolling her eyes. He’s making her lose precious time she could spend drinking her brain away.

“I’m Loki,” he says, and his eyes burn into her. Under his stare, she feels a weird tingling that she attributes to alcohol withdrawal.

She smiles warmly. “Ah, nice! Too bad I don’t give a shit,” she replies sweetly. “You’re just, literally, money in my eyes. No names needed. Actually, if I know my buyers well, the asshole’s gonna pay quite a bit of units for,” she looks at him, up and down, never one for shying away from being appreciative, “this.”

He doesn’t look surprised; he doesn’t even blink. He just looks mildly amused and shrugs. “Well, then, at least I do have some manners. I expect my captor has a name?”

She rolls her eyes again. Oh, he’s going to be an absolute pain in the ass about this. She hates this kind of thing. A girl just needs some units to buy alcohol and poison her liver to death, and yet she has to actually interact with people. So annoying.

“Scrapper 142,” she says curtly. And that’s the end of it, she turns around again and pulls on his arm to make him walk, and meets no resistance this time.

They walk in silence in the absurdly long corridor and she can feel his eyes on her. She hates him already and really really wishes he wasn’t the Grandmaster’s type so she could skewer his worthless ass and send him to hell. She really has no time for this.

As they reach the door to the Whatever Room, instead of opening it she turns towards him. “He likes spirit and wit, but not too much or he’ll fry you. If you have any special talent, good; it’ll buy you additional points. If you have any weird talent or quality or... body part, whatever, that’s even better. He’s a kinky shit. He’s gonna ask you what you are, a fighter or food. This planet may be full of trash and savages but not everyone likes to eat people, so when he says “food” he means someone to entertain him in whatever way possible, and to get rid of whenever he gets bored. Fighter means you’ll end up fighting his champion and you’ll be dead in seconds, and seeing as you look like a gust of wind could blow you over I suggest you choose to be food.”

He looks intently at her as she speaks. When she finishes, he smirks again, which seems to be is only expression. “Thank you for he advice, but you needn’t worry, I know how to ingratiate myself to... peculiar people. But I do appreciate the concern, Scrappy,” and at that, he actually grins wolfishly, showing no sense of self preservation whatsoever.

She is sure her face turns the same red as the floors as she feels her neck flush in pure, unadulterated rage. She whips out her knife and pushes him against a wall, banging his head against the hard surface with a satisfying thump, holding the blade at his throat.

“First, I am not concerned about you, only about how much you’ll earn me. The more he likes you, the more units I’ll get. But keep taking and it won’t matter how much money you’re worth, I won’t hesitate to bring him your headless body just to shut your mouth, and then I can guarantee you that “food” will just mean food. Two, do not ever call me Scrappy again, Lackey,” she growls and emphasizes the name by pushing the blade even deeper against his skin, drawing a drop of blood.

“...Not that you’ll have the chance,” she adds, withdrawing and sheathing her dagger, then grabbing his arm and opening the door, throwing the annoying little shit inside.

[thefanficmonster]

Hello hello it is I! ( yes I changed my name but please I'm still Kia 😊 )

Wow it's been a WHILE. Hello again I hope you've been taking care of yourself and your loved ones .

Today I have a request!

The amigops realizing that someone put something on your drink ( Drugs, etc. )

It can be as you wish! Separate or All at the same time ( I just want you do have a good time with it 😘 )

And that's all from me!! Again remember to take care of yourselves!! And stay healthy!! Ba Bai!

PSD- Luv ya! 💞

Omg hi Kia! I've missed you so much I'm so happy to be hearing from you again, how have you been? Also really sorry for the long wait for your request but here it is finally and I hope you enjoy it 💕

Platonic Pairing: The Amigops & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Attempted Drugging, Alcohol Consumption, Violence/Mild Physical Altercation, Swearing

Genre: Platonic Protective Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: see request above

Sykkuno

It was your idea to wind down at a bar in the middle of the week

It took a bit of convincing but you managed to drag Sykkuno along with you

Being a Tuesday, the bar was rather quiet

While the two of you were chatting in the calm atmosphere, out of the blue, the bartender set down another glass next to the one containing the drink you'd ordered yourself

When you gave him a questioning look all he did was shrug and direct your gaze a few seats over to where a man you didn't recognize was sitting

"His treat", the bartender says as if he's been through this time and time again and simply cannot be bothered

One glance at the guy was more than enough to convince you not to want to give him another, let alone touch the drink he bought you

You didn't want to give him anything he could see as encouragement

But Sykkuno soon gave you another reason to not consume the drink

"He definitely put something in that."

His words caught your attention with a quirked brow, "Huh? How do you know?"

"It's just like mine, but fizzier." He pointed out and one look comparing the two glasses proved him right

The drinks were the same, but yours was roaring like a volcano

Your stomach turned but you pulled yourself together quickly and made a point to push the glass further away for good measure, "Fucking creep."

"Let's get out of here. We'll find a different bar." Sykkuno offered helpfully

And you couldn't have possibly agreed quicker

Valkyrae

You and Rae had made plans to go out and celebrate her new place for almost a month at that point

Now that you finally got around to it, one step in the bar and Rae immediately regretted not looking more into the bars in the area of her new home

The place was sketchy from floor to ceiling but with sore feet from all the furniture shopping you'd done, you decided to sit down for at least one drink and rest

After ordering your drink, you got up to answer an incoming call, leaving Rae to wait for the ordered drinks

When the bartender set them down, Rae gave her a brief smile but before she could return her gaze to her phone she caught an out-of-the-corner-of-the-eye glance of the guy sitting on the bar stool left of the one you'd planted yourself in

His eyes were sizing up your glass almost too obviously for it to be just a thousand yard stare

But when she saw the small plastic bag he retreated from his pocket, she was determined to not give him even a sliver of the benefit of the doubt

The two reached for the drink at the same time, with Rae reaching it and grabbing it first

The guy had no time to react before the liquid he was about to tamper with soaked his face and shirt

And then got a second dose from Rae's own drink as well as a round of insults before she hopped off the bar stool to fetch you and, sore feet be damned, drag you to a different bar

When asked why, as to not freak you out, she said some guy was flirting rather aggressively with her

No further questions asked, you hauled ass to a different, far more welcoming bar

Toast

You'd texted him to join you for a drink after arriving at the bar yourself

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately) he arrived at the bar while you were in the bathroom, but according to your seating position description via text, as well as the drink sitting by the empty stool by the bar corresponding with your usual choice of a drink, he got a good idea of where you were seated and started heading in that direction

However, something stopped him

The sight of the guy sitting nearby getting up from his stool and heading over to your unsupervised drink

He didn't see the exact thing, but Toast was more than able to draw a solid conclusion as to what the guy was doing

One foot out of the bathroom and you immediately managed to spot him even with the dim lighting

You exchanged a quick, and pretty distracted on his part, greeting, hugging him before trying to lead him to the spot you’d chosen to occupy

But seeing the serious, downright angry look on his face told you not to move

It’s a particularly rare occurrence to find Toast with an expression this frosty and ticked-off so you too were quick to become on-edge

Following his gaze to a stranger whose back was currently facing you only arose more questions but you never got to ask them because he beat you to speaking up

“Let’s get out of here, Y/N.“

You didn’t think to ask much after that, allowing him to lead you out of the bar instead of you leading him to the barstools

You did still ask later on and were rather terrified by the answer

But also extremely relieved and grateful to have had Toast then and there

Real friends are at the right place at the right time for one another always, no?

Corpse

You and Corpse have known each other too long and too well

Both of you’d go as far as to say that there are only very few things about one another that would surprise you

However, when you’d called Corpse in near-distress from a bar you’d hit with your colleagues after work, he’d been more than surprised 

He was scared, genuinely and rightfully so

You’re not a lightweight, but you can’t exactly hold your liquor well either

Regardless, you wouldn’t be slurring-wordly drunk from a single cocktail

The room would most definitely not be spinning around you the way it was

And of course, calling it ‘a single cocktail’ could’ve been a way for you to downplay just how much alcohol you’d consumed

But it truly didn’t sound like it over the phone when you called Corpse to come pick you up cause you were certain you wouldn’t be able to drive yourself home

You too were genuinely confused by the falling-through of your sobriety under the weight of a single Margarita

That was the main reason Corpse didn’t fear a speeding ticket on your way to fetch you, keeping the gas pedal firmly grounded under his foot till he reached the bar and found you outside by the curb

Trying to ward off a guy with painfully obvious sleazy and malevolent intentions

The car had barely come to a stop when he jumped out of it, taking a stance as tall as can be, his uncovered eye glaring daggers at the creep who, upon noticing the significantly taller man present, was quick to shrivel up and crawl back into the hellhole he’d come out of, allowing you both a sigh of relief before Corpse drove you back to his place

The gravity of the situation only hit your hazy brain properly the following morning when your stomach was finally starting to disagree with the substance the creep undoubtedly inserted in your drink

Corpse was there through it all for you, offering nothing but comforting and reassuring words to bring a smile to your face despite your tear-shiny eyes

Like a true friend would

[crazymarvellady-blog]

Chapter 2 of the Valki Wedding Oneshot is up!

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12748741/2/

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I tried to make it as serious as possible but I literally CANNOT write one chapter without humour or anything. Next chapter will wrap things up for our happy couple and will be up within the next week!

Thank you for all your support and love! I had no idea my first fic would receive all this positivity!

@ghostlybelladonna @mightythor @madsrocketship @parker-is-full-of-shit @silk-satine @bifrostedflake @hiddlesloving @hiddlesfic @thoughtfulbearpanda @ao3feed-valki @insanityofdanyi @lokyrie-valki

[ladymoonlightgisaeng-blog]

The Test of Control- a valki one-shot fanfiction by moonlightgisaeng

Set in the Alternate World full of Ninjas. Valkyrie, Natasha and Jane are teamed up and tested to see if they have what it takes to become an ANBU. However not everything is at it appears. Something Valkyrie learns very quickly during her 'test'...

It features a Ninja AU and a rookie ninja girl/professional assassin guy AU all in one!

Read it on AO3!

[lazy-cat-corner]

🍑🔥🥵

THERE! I FINALLY FINISHED MY VALKI FIC AND EVEN GAVE Y’ALL A SMUT BONUS SCENE! Ya happy? ...YA HAPPY????

[valmorcel]

About my fic: Just Kiss Her.

Want to take Tumblr as the blog thing it is so i´m expanding a little about the huntlow fanfic i wrote a while ago called Just Kiss Her. If you haven't read it feel free to check it out here:

So, I wrote this one before Any Sport in a Sport aired. And it was not about the grimwalker thing at the beginning, it was, ironically, Willow discovering Hunter was the Golden Guard, because I thought Hunter will go like a spy in the emperor's coven. Anyway, that wasn't the principal point; the fic is full of headcanons and the most important is how Willow and Hunter first kiss could go.

The first ever idea was they starting as a date, still not dating, were Hunter would take Willow to a special place in the Boiling Isles, this after The Day of Unity with Belos already defeated.

The scene of the kiss was calmer even if Hunter still fliches away, the situation was quickly resolved by our protagonists, but i didn't like the way i was making the situation too blushy for both of them. Don't get me wrong. I love loser behaviour in Huntlow, still i wasn't fully convinced of the interactions and i was lacking of more canon information to keep writing, also i wanted to add Willow perspective of Hunter and what i was doing was feeling a little forced by my shipping mind, so i abandoned the fic.

Then ASiaS happened, then Labyrinth Runners happened, Then King's Tide and everything else happened. I had a clear idea how Willow and Hunter could function together and i loved it, so i changed a tone of stuff of the original fic keeping three principal ideas:

The pinning.

Break Point.

A confession.

I loved to make them have two different point of view about love and how they worked their feelings for each other in this fic. Mostly of the first chapter of Hunter's perspective is written by the time of the very first draft, so I think you can notice some of their behaviours are out of character, but tbh there's nothing i would change about it. I loved the little rosegold i put in there, I loved how oblivious and silly Hunter was bc i knew that boy would be very happy in the Human Realm (something to mention, i used to have a hc that Hunter would not want to return to the boiling isles for fear, but that's another story). I loved to make them talk, because, they talk a lot in the fic. I think Hunter and Willow talk a lot behind the scenes (lol) The thing with penstagram, the "this is what happens when you get lost for a week". Hunter and Willow talk a lot and/or spent a lot of time together and no one is changing my mind.

Grimwalker narrative between huntlow is very important for me, and i think we should expect a lot with this confrontation in the last episodes of the series. I'm not lying when i say i cried writing Hunter vulnerability in here, and the strong desire of Willow to protect those she loves. I loved to write Willow in this fic because sometimes we only focus in the most obvious signals of crushing (and yes, i include myself since i scream everytime Hunter blushes). Willow subtles signs of love and caring are such a nice concept to explore, and I would never had thought something like that in the first drafts, so i am happy i left those ideas and wrote this instead.

This is probably the work i am more proud of in terms of charaterization, i was so happy with the results that i even did a little piece of art of the Hunter and Amity talk about feeling and love, lmao. I loved the rosegold in the fic too. Amity is a great support character even in fics. Actually, i am so satisfied how all the hesquad interacted in here to help the losers.

The art in question:

If you have already read it, let me know any opinion about it! I'm currently into a Vinira void with toh fanfics, but i promise to post some huntlow scenarios soon <3

PS: forget the typos, idk if i have, but i probably do.

[rottentigerr]

The Mythical Desk - Chapter 2 So, I just couldn't stop thinking about this fanfic and casually discover that my phone have an app where I can draw (I discovered it today, that's why it's so messy, I'm just learning how to use it), and decided to made a fanart while I wait for an update. And also aport somethingto the Valki/Lokyrie tag. In my mind, this is how that scene went on 😂 Enjoy! Credits about the idea to the author (wich name I forgot, sorry), she/he wrote an amazing fanfic, I just put it in a picture, if you didn't read it, what are you waiting for?

[normalayadraw]

Another fanfic fanart

this time is for my collab fic, "FaiTh - Fate in Threshold"

This fic hasn't been abandoned... yet. Hopefully not tho! (′д｀σ)σ

I'm not sure if we'll still gonna continue them, but just in case, some illustrations I didn't share because they contain some spoilers are below:

what is this for? Some past arc, I guess '3'

yeah it's kinda old. But hey, it's a year old. And I'm pretty dang proud of these

Also keep quiet about it okay, in case some of the old fans are around 🤫

[dawnsedits]

The Various Applications of a Serpentine Scarf

Knowing the man you love can turn into a snake is one thing. Seeing it is quite another. And having him wrapped around your shoulders is definitely a whole different level of odd. But it's also, well... kind of nice, actually.

(Or: Five times Valkyrie lets snake!Loki get on her shoulders, and one time he's always been there.)

Valki ~ 3.3k ~ AO3

Val hiked up the hill with Thor at her side. Above them, clouds drifted through the sky, and below them, waves crashed against the cliffside. It did remind her a bit of Asgard, she supposed, the combination of cliff and water, but… “Here? Really?”

Thor nodded. “Here. Really.”

“All right then.” She stopped, looking out over where the first houses were planned to be built down below. “I think this spot could work.”

Thor crossed his arms, frowning. “I didn’t want to be above the people.”

“It’s not about being above them,” Val said. “It’s about being where they can see you. It’ll comfort them.”

“If anyone was going to ask my opinion,” Loki huffed, limping up to join them, “I approve of this spot.”

“See, I feel like that’s a negative for this,” Thor said.

“We might’ve asked you had you not been a mile behind us,” Val retorted.

Breathing too heavily for the simple hike, Loki shot her a glare. The bruises from Thanos’s fist still covered his neck like shadows, refusing to heal as stubbornly as Loki refused to acknowledge them. “You should be resting.”

“I’m bored of resting.”

“You should be wearing your brace.”

“It itches.”

Val pursed her lips, taking his hand and tugging him close, giving him an excuse to lean on her that he took far too easily. “You’re an idiot.”

“I love you, too,” he said. “Why exactly is my opinion a vote against this spot for our home?”

“Because you have a tendency to like being above the people,” Thor pointed out.

“A man can change.”

“Mhm. Remind me again of what you said when you came to rescue them from Asgard?”

“I-”

His next word died in a choked cough, his hand tightening his grip on her shoulder to bruising force as he kept coughing. She rubbed his back through the fit, exchanging a worried glance with Thor. “You really should rest,” she repeated.

He answered only with a hoarse noncommittal grunt, pressing his hand gingerly to his neck as the fit died down, looking pitifully small against the marks the Titan had left. She lifted her own hand to cover him, twining her fingers gently with his, wishing that she didn’t understand all too well why he wouldn’t sit still and let himself heal.

“Loki,” Thor rebuked, tipping his head to Val, “you can rest here.”

For some reason, Loki arched an eyebrow at that, a spark of mischief flickering to life in his eyes, that same mischief reflected in Thor’s expression as he gave an encouraging smile.

Warily, she glanced between the two brothers. “What are you-”

In a ripple of emerald light, Loki began to disappear from her side. She jumped, her arm suddenly wrapped around empty air. Empty air, that was, except for…

Except for the emerald snake now twined around her, the black and gold diamond pattern on its back gleaming in the day’s scattered sunlight.

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Well aren’t you sweet

Thank you for reading the first chapter I had enough confidence to continue writing the second chapter. If you have read the  First Chapter

Across the busy city of New York, there’s a tall black monotone building that stood. Is where Loki sitting at his desk desperately wanting to be anywhere else besides here right now.  Dealing with an overexcited Thor, who was gushing over the new color palettes that he and his soon to be wife, Sif has decided on.

 In all honesty, Loki was happy for his brother, granted he didn’t want to hear the different means of each color the couple picked out.

“ I don’t really care about the sapphire blue that Sif liked but the meaning of sapphire blue is royalty and I don’t  want to hammer it in with our guests,” commented Thor not really looking at his brother for his response. The younger brother rolled his eyes while he continued on looking through his emails.  Thor continued,”I guess we can compromise on it. What do you think Loki?”

The younger brother blinked in confusion not understanding what his older brother was going on about. And he didn’t want Thor to repeat everything to lead up to his point. Loki could do the only response that would save him for,”It’s fine by me but it’s your wedding.”

Thor smiled at the response,“You are coming right?”

Loki shrugged,”Am I invited?”

Loki wasn't so sure if Sif really forgives that whole situation on dying her hair because it was the funny type of joke.  That was water over the bridge he guessed since she was becoming his sister in law.

“Of course you are invited. You are my only brother,” Thor commented looking at his younger brother. Loki focused on the oak color desk that was in front of him,“Yeah like that would keep the peace if I came back home,” Loki scoffed. He thought about the judgemental stares and comments he would hear if he came back to that god awful town.

Thor gazed at him, " I know that living in that town wasn't the best for you." Loki scoffed as Thor continued,"I think that maybe it's time to confront those people if not for yourself than for me please, Loki."

Normally Loki would gloat in satisfaction that he got Thor say please or needed his help. This one felt different than any other ones. Loki sighed what's the worst  thing that could happen he thought,"Fine I'll go to you stupid wedding with all the color hidden meanings."

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Relationships: Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Loki (Marvel), Loki & Thor (Marvel)

Characters: Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, mostly valki but featuring an obligatory clint cameo to absolutely burn ross to ashes, i hate that man almost as much as i hate thanos

Summary: When Thor is killed during the final battle against Thanos, Loki finally gets the throne he never really wanted. But between his grief and the various pressures of settling on Earth, it quickly takes its toll. Until Valkyrie finally steps in.

@luminouslexa Valki Week Day Four - King and Queen