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to save her pt1

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Summary: When Loki loses a wager against Thor, he has to spend a few hours on Midgard and play by his brother's rules. When he meets you, he suddenly no longer felt too sour about losing.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings [spoilers]: major character death

Things to be aware of: Story takes place in 1990s

"Hogun has developed more various techniques in combat, I am positive he will prevail in this little showcase," Thor declared proudly as he watched his warrior friends engaging in a friendly match for the sake of their training. 

Loki simply tutted at his brother in response, confident in his prediction of the outcome was quite different from the god of thunder's. "Fandral's height and arm reach will grant him the advantage he requires to best Hogun in this match, Brother." 

"So smug once again, little Brother," the blond god chuckled. "How about we make this more interesting with a wager?" 

"I'm in," the god of mischief responded with a taunting tone. "When I win you must spend the remainder of the day as a goose. Only when you retreat to your chambers to sleep for the night will you return to your regular form." 

Thor merely laughed heartily at the wager, seemingly self-assured that he would not be partaking in any shapeshifting this fine day. "And when I win, Brother, you will spend until nightfall within Midgard, walking amongst the mortals wearing their tourist apparel." 

"Enjoy your time waddling and honking."

"Enjoy your afternoon in Midgard." 

The brothers waited with bated breath as the two warriors had exchanged blows, evenly matched with Fandral's agility and Hogun's speed. After a few minutes of metal clanging and lighthearted battle cries, a strangled sound of disbelief echoed across the training field as Hogun stood above Fandral victorious. 

"It seems we are off to the Bifrost, Brother. Remember, you must stay  until nightfall, and you must walk among the mortals. No scurrying into your libraries and book shops idling the time away. People should see you. I will have Heimdall presiding over this to ensure that you will abide by these rules." 

Thor had decided that he would choose where within Midgard Loki would be sent off to, which was how the raven-haired god found himself walking the streets of New York City, perusing the stalls to find a merchant that offered tourist's apparel.

Equipped with some Midgardian currency acceptable in this country, he approached the first merchant he found, grumbling his intent to buy one shirt that ostentatiously stated that the wearer "hearts NY", handing over the amount required to purchase the inferior garment. 

"You don't look too happy with your purchase there, buddy," a voice spoke up from somewhere beside him. He looked over to see the one who belonged to that all too casual sounding voice that seemed as if there was sympathy behind her sentiment, but also just the slightest touch of mockery. A combination that he prided himself that only he excelled in; for that reason alone, he wanted to see this person face to face.

When he saw you, he needed to take a moment to compose himself. Truthfully whenever he visited Midgard he never once took the time to properly look at the people walking around him, refusing to take in their features, let alone pay attention to how engrossed they were in such mundanities of their day to day lives.

But one look at you, with your inquisitive doe-like eyes, your hair neatly falling to the middle of your back with half of it pulled back into a nondescript hair tie, eyebrow raised in a clear expression of amusement, and the god who usually had so many words he could tire out any partner in conversation…was at a loss for them. With your elegant features and your almost aristocratic posture, you seemed just as out of place as the Asgardian in this garment store.

"I lost a wager to my brother," he mumbled in explanation, bringing you to begin melodically chuckling in response. "I am to walk these streets adorning this garish garment until nightfall. Apparently a representative of his will be overseeing my activities to ensure that I will be playing by his rules." 

"Yikes. Sorry, buddy. Sounds like that sucks a fat one. You have my deepest sympathies." While your words sounded sincere, the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth remained, compelling Loki to smile at the sight of you despite his efforts to remain stoic…or even surly at the predicament he was about to find himself in. 

"And what of you, milady? What brings you to this establishment of kitschy garments?" 

"Milady?" you questioned in awe.  "I have never met anyone who actually used that unless they were playing a bit. You're not an actor, are you? Going a little too method into your role there?" He furrowed his eyebrows at you, shaking his head in response. "Huh. Maybe I just haven't met too many people across the pond then. Gotta change that one of these days…" you trailed off before lightly hitting your head with the bottom of your palm. "Oh, right. What brings me here. Well my aunt and uncle are in town and I've been assigned with getting them some Big Apple souvenirs. So much fun…not." 

The god nearly felt the sharp pang of loss as you approached the merchant to purchase the garments you'd chosen for your relatives. He wasn't quite ready to conclude your conversation yet; your presence had not been as grating as that of the other people he'd encountered in this realm. He could stand to be around you a few more minutes. Hours even. He was even willing to explore the possibility of spending days around you, if you'd let him.

When you turned around to face him, he braced himself for the inevitable farewell. Never having even gotten your name. But then your next words had his heart beating a little harder in his chest. "So you have to walk around here for a few hours, huh?" He nodded mutely at your question. "Well then, I have a few hours to kill. Honestly just prolonging the inevitable inquisition from relatives that just revolve around why I gained weight or why I'm perpetually single, and I will gladly put that off until the second coming of Christ so…you want some company?" 

You were offering to accompany him? Willingly? What had he done today that had the Norns smiling down on him so? "I--I would love some company," he stammered, clearing his throat and trying to smoothen his suddenly rough voice. 

The smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth had affected him so strangely; he could swear that he could feel himself beginning to yearn. All he knew at that moment was that he wanted to see that smile again, that he wanted to give you reason after reason to smile in his presence. "Well, I always think that it's a terrible idea to be in the company of strangers, so let's fix that real quick, shall we?" You held your hand out to him. "I'm Y/N." 

He took your hand in his, but instead of shaking it, he turned it over in his grasp and bent down to press his lips to your knuckles. "Hello, Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Loki." 

You spent the next few hours walking down the length of Broadway, and the god found himself given the rare opportunity to talk to someone without being interrupted or being told to stop because he'd gone off on tangent after tangent. No. Instead, he'd found that at every detour his stories had taken, you'd listened and followed right along with him, asking questions that further proved to him that you were just as engaged in the exercise as he was. 

When he saw that the sun had nearly fully set and the city had begun to be shrouded by the night sky, a heavy weight had settled over his heart, the disappointment over his time with you coming to a close sinking in. It was clear from your expression that to some degree, you shared the same sentiment. "Looks like it's time to rejoin the land of the nosy relatives," you grumbled.

"Well that may very well just be the beautifully tragic thing about family and the double edged sword that is unconditional love." 

You shook your head at him in clear disagreement. "I don't believe that love should be unconditional. Gives people cute ideas. You tell them that you love them and that you'll be there for them no matter what and suddenly they find themselves testing the limits just to see if there really are none. Unconditional love means that someone can exploit and abuse that love, and at the end of the day you'll still be there, gluing the very same heart that they shattered back together to hand it back over to them. I refuse to ever let anyone have that power over me. Even family." 

Once again Loki found himself taken aback at your response, having him believe that you were far from Midgardian after all. These humans thrived on the idea of that type of love, wrote such poignant literature about it, some even died for it, and here you were refusing to succumb to the concept of it. Choosing to be rational instead. 

An approach that he agreed with, an outlook on the universe that he shared. 

Before he could process the words, they slipped out of his mouth. "I like you, Y/N." 

His outburst of sentiment had you breaking out into a beaming grin. "I like you, too, Loki." You briefly took his hand in yours, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go once more. "If ever you're in town again, look me up. My last name's Y/L/N. I work in the Oracle building in Manhattan. Near Central Park." 

And then, as if you hadn't blindsided him enough times today already, you did so one final time, as you stepped closer to him, stood on the tips of your toes, and lightly pressed your lips to his cheek. "Until next time," you whispered, before promptly turning around and walking away from him. 

Next time, he thought to himself, allowing a smile to ghost across his features.

When Thor was once again feeling confident about setting up a wager against his brother, this time over a duel between Volstagg and Hogun, Loki found himself looking for the less likely outcome and placing his confidence behind that. His intention was clear only to himself: He wished to lose so that he may have a reason to visit Midgard again. To see you again. 

"Next time" had finally come.

He held back a knowing smile as he watched Hogun win once again, ready to revisit Midgard again. Ready to look for you. Thor had decided that for this visit, he would need to sit in a coffee shop and fully engage in conversation with any mortal that approached him. There were to be no illusion casting to fool the mortal, no mentally disconnecting from the conversation. He was to be fully present. 

Not an hour later, Loki found himself in New York once again, observing the city dwellers how they proceeded to communicate with one another, and shortly after stepped into a phone booth to peruse the directory for one Y/N Y/L/N. It was just after the luncheon hour when he situated himself upon a seat in a cafe close to the structure displaying the name Oracle on its facade. 

He passed the time nursing a cup of coffee, watching the door as the humans filed in. Perhaps he'd missed his window? Had he taken too long searching for your building?

"Hey, stranger." His gaze snapped up at the sound of your voice, a smile finding its way to his face at the sight of you. "This is a nice surprise."

To say that he was elated at the turn of events, to have you be the first mortal that approached him, albeit he did have to mastermind this "chance encounter" in order to increase the chances of it being so, was an understatement. He invited you to join him for a coffee, which quickly turned into two and a shared slice of cake, as you talked about your duties and aspirations in life.

How despite what the realm thought about him he didn't wish to be King, but rather only to be given the opportunity to aid in the betterment of the Nine. To be seen as more than simply a troublemaker. He had more to offer than wiles and tricks; he could provide council, strategize, even fight with the best of them. If only he were to actually be given a chance to prove it.

Once again you listened intently, even held his hand through portions of his story, telling him how these people were fools who failed to see in knowing him for majority of his life what you'd seen within a few hours of being in his company. You told him how you could see that he was brilliant, that if you were in the place of these people who clearly desperately required council you'd seek out someone objectively intelligent, rather than just someone you were familiar with. 

"These people don't deserve you, Loki," you said softly, keeping your hand within his gentle grasp. "And you deserve so much better." 

At your words he found himself yearning for that better to perhaps be a life with you. It mattered not where it would be, whether it be Midgard or Asgard or anywhere in the Nine Realms. He knew it irrational to think such thoughts upon knowing you for barely a heartbeat in his extensive lifetime, but he so desperately longed for that life regardless. And even more desperately, he longed for you to want that life as well.

He looked to the sky to allow himself a brief interlude from your piercing gaze, dread setting in as he saw the sun beginning to set. "Darling, I have to apologize, it seems I've held you from your duties for an extended period. I would understand if you need to--"

"Don't worry about it," you dismissed his concerns so casually. "Nobody in that office notices a woman's presence until she makes a mistake." A rueful smirk colored your features as you finished your statement with, "And I haven't made any mistakes so far. So I'm blissfully invisible." 

He reached across the table to lightly hold your chin with his free hand. "You're far too beguiling to be invisible, dear Y/N." You let out a warm exhale against his thumb when he lightly ran it across your bottom lip. "A woman like yourself deserves to be seen." 

"Well maybe I should only be seen by the right people," you murmured in response, your gaze unwavering in its intensity as it locked onto the god's. "Are you only here again until nightfall?" 

He could feel the melancholia setting over your heads like a taunting shroud, a ticking clock waiting to chime and bring you both out of the little pocket of peace you'd found in this little cafe. "I'm afraid so, dear Y/N." He shifted his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking along your cheekbone. The ache in his heart intensified as you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as if you were relishing this very moment the same as he was. "I wish to see you again. Soon," he uttered before he could hold back the words.

Your eyes opened and met his once more, shining with a fondness that threatened to steal the air from his lungs if he stared for too long. Which he was; he couldn't find it in himself to look away. "I would like that very much." You reached into your bag and handed him a large rectangular device. "If you find yourself with plans to visit again, call me before you do. It's the only number programmed on there anyway, and it's not like the company would miss one phone from stock. Call me, and I'll take the day off work." 

Your Highness, it is time. Your brother is anxiously awaiting your return, Heimdall's voice echoed in Loki's mind. It was as if you'd heard the voice as well because you stood up from your seat and walked over to his side of the table.

"Until next time, I suppose," you said softly, placing your hand on his shoulder and leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek. 

"Next time," he muttered, looking upon you with longing coating his every word as he watched you walk out of the establishment to return to your duties. He looked to the sky and addressed Heimdall. "Not a word to my brother about her." 

"Brother, I am convinced you are intentionally losing now. How have you wagered wrong thrice in a row? I believe you much more analytical than that," Thor goaded as Loki once again lost in wagering on the outcome of a sparring match between Volstagg and Fandral this time. 

"Perhaps you do not give yourself enough credit, Brother," the god of mischief remarked in an attempt to deflect his brother's train of thought. "It is pitiable that you would rather believe I was losing intentionally rather than that you were genuinely triumphant." 

"Say what you wish, Brother, but I know you better than you might think. Not only did you lose for the third time in our little wagers, but you seem…delighted  that you'd lost." He gasped in such an animated manner that Loki compared him to a child…perhaps a toddler, who'd been given a few too many sweets at the table. "You met someone on Midgard, didn't you?" 

The raven-haired god blanched at how quickly he'd come to the right thought. "I know not what you're talking about, Brother," he mumbled.

"Nonsense. Tell me about her." He glared at Thor. "Him?" More glaring. "Come on, Loki. At least tell me one thing about this Midgardian."

"There is no Midgardian," he lied through gritted teeth. His brother always somehow found a way to obtain the things he desired for himself; he couldn’t entirely blame it on Thor, for it was simply the way of nature. People liked his jovial disposition especially when put in stark contrast to Loki's. All he longed for was that he could prolong that inevitability and keep you for himself just a little while longer. 

"So you obtained that archaic-looking device from Midgard for what then? Sentimentality?" The sarcasm was dripping from the god of thunder's voice as Loki dialed the only number programmed in the device, laughing boisterously as he received an even more pointed glare from his brother. "Listen, Brother, don't tell me about this person if you wish. I can remain content in at least knowing you have someone who lights you up the way you are now." 

"Hello?" a voice spoke from the device. Your voice. "Loki? Is that you?" 

He quickly brought the device up to his ear, speaking into the bottom of it. "Y/N. Yes it's me. You said to call once I have plans of visiting again. I should be there within the next two hours. Is it too short of a notice for—"

"Not at all." He could nearly hear you smiling as you said the words. "I'll call in sick for work today and you'll call me when you get here?"

"That sounds excellent, darling." He turned his back to Thor so that he wouldn't see the smile growing on his face. "I look forward to spending the day—" A feeling of dread settled over him as he heard the sound of skidding tires and horns blaring over from your end of the call, first distant but quickly increasing in volume…and proximity. 

"Loki?" you said softly, the dread and confusion audible in your tone. The final words he heard from you before the sound of metal crunching like cheap aluminum came through to his end. Followed by the sound of your device hitting the ground. 

"Y/N?" he choked out. Part of him already knew you wouldn't answer, but he had to try regardless. "Darling?" His voice was barely audible. There was nothing but sirens and panicked voices that all melded together as he heard his pulse drumming violently in his ears. 

All he knew as he felt Thor's hand clap over his shoulder, the device dropping from his hand just as his knees hit the hard floor of his chambers, was that his world had shattered around him. 

A/N: Ngl writing the last bit broke me a little because the precious bb was so happy he was gonna see her again and then…🥲😭

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 - 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗

Category: Loki Laufeyson X Fem!Reader

Summary: you are but a simple handmaiden, daughter of the cook, but Loki is enchanted by you.

A simple cook's daughter should not have taken his attention as you had. It just wasn't fair. Loki remembered the first time he laid eyes on you. He must have been only around six or seven. A small boy tumbling through the gardens of the palace, his eyes wide with wonder, gazing upon the mountains of flowers and herbs.

A sweet giggle took his attention as his green eyes scanned the fields before him, a small girl stood staring up at who he presumed to be her mother. The older woman slipped a yellow flower behind her ear and passed her a book before pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead, retreating to the castle.

Now Loki wasn't sure what he was feeling, it was unfamiliar and almost painful, his stomach burnt and his cheeks were heating up as his eyes travelled all over this girl's face. How mortifying.

Before he could run away, the girl caught his eye and he was ready to pass out right then and there. Her lips curled into a kind smile as she clumsily waved at him, almost welcoming him over. So Loki reluctantly stumbled over, his eyes still glued to her.

"Hello... my mummy said if I see someone alone I should invite them over... or give them a gift… here…" you said sweetly, passing him the yellow flower from behind your ear.

Loki huffed almost defensively "I wasn't alone... I was just... looking for my brother..." he spat it almost unkindly, but still took the flower from your outstretched palm.

The girl's smile wavered but she seemed determined to befriend him, something Loki himself wasn't accustomed to.

Years passed and an understanding between the two of you grew. They were by no means close, which was mainly Loki's fault. He was completely infatuated with you, to the point where merely being in your presence reduced him to a bumbling fool. However much he pretended to stay aloof, one little smile from you and he was drawn back in, this is how it had been for centuries.

Now young adults, you becoming a fully-fledged handmaiden and him competing with his brother for the crown, he wanted nothing more than to find a way to speak with you, court you. It was just difficult.

His father was adamant about him meeting the ladies of the court, the more appropriate suitors that he had lined up for him. All of them were far too gaudy and judgmental. He could tell they didn't care for him personally, just his status which sickened him to his stomach. When they'd attempt to chat to him he could only see you. Your beautiful smile without a hint of malice or greed.

On this particular evening, he found himself being spoken to a particularly pushy lady of the court, Sigrad. They were seated in the corner of the room, his chin resting in his palm as he tried to take in anything she was spewing, it was mainly gossip she had picked up from her time around nobles. Pure dribble.

"So I was saying to this one lady of the court that..." Sigrad had been distracted by something behind him as she clicked her fingers "Excuse me... maid? More wine..."

A pair of delicate footsteps sounded behind him and as you approached Loki turned, his eyes igniting as his lips curled into a smile. Sigrad must have caught wind of this and she cleared her throat, glaring at you with her nose raised high. With a flick of her wrist, Sigrad swatted the bottle of red Asgardian wine causing it to spill all down the front of your white linen maid apparel.

"Oh sorry about that maid... fingers must have slipped..." Her smirk alone proved there was no sincerity in her apology whatsoever. Before Loki could even react, you were racing from the banquet hall.

"So where were we-"

"We were nowhere Sigrad... take your pathetic pompous self somewhere else before I have you removed from the court for good..."

You were in pieces. The man you loved was surely now reminded of your lowly status, in probably the most humiliating way possible. That pompous whore had the nerve to embarrass you, for what reason? You weren't sure.

Pressing your back up against the pillars outside the banquet hall, you finally allowed the tears that had been building to fall as breathless sobs wracked your entire body. For once you would love to feel as though your status didn't affect the way Loki would treat you, but your fate seemed to not fall that easily.

A gentle hand touched your shoulder causing you to finally open your eyes, being met with Loki's concerned ones. His brows furrowed as his eyes searched her face.

"Are your alright love? What that shrew did to you was awful..."

You merely nodded and pulled away from him before he could pull you back in again. Logistically, this could never work between you, and no way could you be his secret. Not that you expected him to have any interest in a simple maid. Daughter of the woman who cooked the king’s meals, you were nothing.

"Where are you going?" Loki called out from behind as you began to turn away and race down the hall.

"My prince I have duties to complete this is not the time..."

"You're upset, let me help you..."

You didn’t mean to, your hand swinging around in an attempt to silence his pleas for your stay, that same hand connecting with the prince’s nose. Crimson liquid poured from his nose like a tap, and your hand reached out in a panic, almost like you were having a crack at catching the blood to relieve his Asgardian leather of getting damaged somehow. While all of this you couldn’t help but mumble mindless and strained versions of the same apology, well if he didn’t like you before, he probably hated you now.

“No matter… really I have a handkerchief it was an accident”

You had no idea that he was doing everything to stop his voice from wavering. Not because of the pain of a surely broken nose, but because the feeling of your warm caring hands on his face had sucked all thoughts from his brain. He thought of you like a vacuum for his inhibitions, a strong mead silencing all logical thinking.

“My prince… I’m so sorry… please just don’t terminate my employment… my mother and I need the money and-“

“Do you think that of me? That I would… oust you out after a mere accident…”

Your eyes finally met as you took one step to distance yourself from him. Would he? All the other handmaidens spoke negatively of the younger prince. He was cold, didn’t enjoy the same sexual escapades as his brother, and for the most part, kept to himself. You didn’t understand why those were negative attributes, you had always enjoyed the quieter people, they were calmer and usually kinder. Maybe you had overthought it? The prince couldn’t have been that bad, he had defended you…

“No… no sorry, I just… gods this is so embarrassing…”

Your eyes cast down again, but a singular finger lifted your chin to face up, those eyes creasing, pleading with you. What was he doing? Was he pulling your face to his? Were your lips about to brush?

Well, you never found out, a pair of heavy footsteps approached, and the moment was ruined. The worst part was the way Loki drew away, like the thought of being caught with you was ever so mortifying.

“Brother your timing is impeccable…”

You couldn’t bare to hear the rest, you just couldn’t. So, you ran.

Loki couldn’t stop punishing himself. You had disappeared since that night, he assumed you were avoiding him, not surprisingly. He had completely cocked it all up. The prince had guessed you thought he didn’t want to be seen so close to you, but that wasn’t the case. Loki knew if you were seen with him by anybody, even his witless oaf of a brother, your job would be at stake.

Not only would you be terminated for coercing a royal, but you’d be ousted from your home in the castle, and you and your mother would be reduced to beggars in a nearby village. The thought kept him up at night.

However, Loki had an idea. The thought of living a life courting anybody but you was not a life worth living, which is exactly why he was on his way to the throne room. Odin would have to allow this, and if he didn’t well he would find a way, you were worth it.

“Enter son…” his father’s cold voice called.

There he sat, the man with all the power, the god of gods who controlled his son’s fate.

“You requested a meet son…”

“Yes, father… I know you wish for me to court someone…-“

Instantly interrupting his son, Odin continued “Ah yes… how was Sigrad? I know she has an interest in you… very accomplished young woman… soon to be in the running for one of you mothers ladies in waiting..-“

“Father she’s insufferable…”

He definitely shouldn’t have snapped, he was here to bare his soul to his father, offer up anything to allow him to let him call you his own, and he was already being cruel. Loki needed to make a note about controlling his temper, even if his father made the fire of anger burn within him.

“Oh? So is there someone else?” his voice called out, a questioning brow raised.

“Yes… but she’s…-“Odin’s beard he couldn’t even get the words out.

“Spit it out son…” his father yelled.

“ITS’S Y/N FATHER…” He shouted in return, his usually pale countenance red with emotion. He could imagine where you were right now, probably folding bed linens and caring for self-important nobles who didn’t deserve your attention. No, they should be doting on you, for your benevolent goodness alone. You didn’t deserve to be some handmaiden his father was probably trying to remember as he filed through his own thoughts.

“The handmaiden… cooks daughter…” he muttered, clearly not all that impressed.

 The silence was thick, the worst silence Loki had ever experienced. This could be it, Odin could banish you here and now, blaming you for bewitching him. A sigh left his father’s lips and Loki let his mouth fall in a straight line, holding his breath for the verdict that would decide his life.

“Very well… you can court her, but her position remains until she accepts your courtship… after she will have to remain as a noblewoman, bad for the image to have you marrying a maid…”

Three weeks, three whole weeks you had managed to avoid the god of mischief. Purposely trading shifts with the other handmaidens so you wouldn’t be fixing up the prince’s chambers. You couldn’t handle the cringeworthy altercation you had shared that evening. It was the type of thing that haunted your dreams, punching the man you loved and then nearly kissing him.

Your thoughts had been so all-consuming you had yet to notice the tall lithe figure watching you from the doorway of the washing rooms.

“Sorry…”

You jumped out of your skin at the deep voice your skin prickling with goosebumps. You turned your body around, your eyes widening at the sight before you. There the prince stood, yellow flower in hand, nervous smile twitching as his eyes didn’t leave you. Before you could question him, he spoke again.

“A young girl once told me if I saw somebody alone I should try to befriend them… or gift them… here”

The flower resembled the one you had given him all those years ago, unbeknownst to you, it was that same very flower. Preserved by his mother’s magic that same day, it was Loki’s greatest possession and now, now he was giving it back to you. A symbol of his devotion.

“My flower…” you mumbled almost dumbly, what was happening?

“I have come… to ask you… gods why is this so hard…”

“Yes…”

“But you have no idea what I was going to ask?” Loki stated his eyebrows raising as you walked to him, placing your palms on his shoulders.

“Well unless I have misjudged this awfully… I believe you’re asking… to court me, for reasons I’m still unsure of…”

Loki huffed again, that fond memory of your first meeting giving you déjà vu.

“Because you my dear… are the most enchanting, kind-hearted, and selfless creature of all of Asgard… and I… I’ve loved you for longer than I care to admit…”

His words made your heart flutter like thousands of doves were blooming from your chest. His lips on your own making the feeling repeat.

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[hjbender]

Thor in his leather sub-armor // Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

#thoredit #aouedit #avengers: age of ultron #hjbendergifs #marveledit #mcuedit #ultron thor #favorite look #god bless the costume department #say what you want about this movie #but it gave us the best dressed thor ever #thor odinson #leather daddy thor #chemsworthedit #aou thor #asgardian apparel #very leather #much yes

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Into The Thick of It (3)

Loki x Female Reader

Chapter 3: The Magical Pond

Series Summary: Her work as an agriculturist nearly takes the readers life is not for a stranger (and his weird looking dog) who later turns out to be the God of Mischief. Thrown into a completely different realm, you want to figure out a way home while trying to stay out of the way of this literal God. But fate has its own plans for the two of you.

Written for @tarithenurse and her #Taris1Kchallenge

Warnings: nudity (lol)

Word Count:it’s so weirdly nice to be scolded by your therapist

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"Pervert." All you hear is a sigh. "What...you could have sent a woman with me but nooooo. Mister's gotta see everything himself, right?" It's nearly dark in this already dense forest. The tall trees are not helping with the anxiety slowly creeping up your nerves to be all alone in the woods with an entirely different stranger for the second time this week. The last time that happened, you are sure it was when you had been placed in the baby room right after you were born. And this man walking in front of you without so much as a word is making it all the more nerve-wrecking. Right...not human. A Lord. Lord? Or God? Zaira told me that her sister works in Stark Industries and that one of the avengers was a God from Asgard. Is he...? "There is just one woman travelling with us. There are devious creatures at the springs. And I rather not lose a precious handmaiden to creatures who will come out to gawk at a human."

Loki's horse turns to look at him as if he asking him where he left his manners. You, on the other hand, make a face to dilute your anger somehow. "Right. This human isn't worth losing a precious Asgardian. If that's the case, just point me towards the pond-" "Hot spring." "-and I'll be on my way. Wouldn't want Asgard to lose their precious Lord either." You skip to come in front of him and bow as you utter those words before walking ahead. His presence is heavy all around you but you cannot theorise why it does not feel dangerous like it did last night; when you thought you were as good as dead. And yet you still keep your senses on alert. Like usual. "How does your kind live on earth like this?" You keep walking but turn around to look at him. It almost annoys you how calm he looks still. I mean, not like I'm the one who's dangerous but he could show some emotion, maybe. Even his horse is showing more expressions than him. "What do you mean?" "With so much fear constantly revolving in your veins." The statement catches you off guard and you almost miss a step while going backwards. Little bubbles of anxiety rush up through your feet to your heart and up till your head; your heartbeat is suddenly quite audible to your ears. "I can smell it off you since last night," he continues, still walking towards you, "but not from that man." "Oh, that!" you try to breathe in a lungful as forcefully as you can. "I think that's the side effects of the mechanism women build as they grow up back on earth when they learn they are not safe anywhere? I think that's what you smelled last night." "But it's not that strong now," he asks with null emotions on his face and a soft blink. You cannot help but look at him and then curse yourself for letting your eyes stay on his features for more than five seconds. "I wonder why." You feel your throat catch that breathlessness as soon as you turn back to walk ahead. But a cold hand is already catching your arm to pull you back. Curses fly in your head as you find yourself falling on that surprisingly steady chest covered with quite thick apparel when the ground does not keep you steady. One part of you- the part that thinks itself to be the only rational cell living in your body- questions the intentions of this God for pulling you so close to him that you can breathe in the scent of spices he probably bathes in every day. The other part- that seldom comes out; mostly when you are alone at home with an episode of Jujutsu Kaisen playing- seems to play a smooth string while wanting to make the wind blow between the two of you as time slows down when you gaze at each other. "Stop," you hiss at your second part, immediately stopping the strings and winds in your head as that part quickly crawls into the little hole it came out from, never realising the confusion creeping on Loki's face as he takes your words personally and immediately moves his hand away from your arm. You can hear the dumb, hidden part wince in the darkness of its hole as the cold, soothing touch vanishes within seconds. "We are here." You hear Loki but register his words with a lag. You follow his gaze and see a path hidden under the green leading up to where a very patient Agni is wagging his tail and panting with his tongue out. . The last time you saw a secret garden was literally in a movie named The Secret Garden. This time, the view beyond a cast of vines being pulled away by a literal God for you seems unreal to a fault. "Lýsa upp." The words barely leave his lips and thousands of fireflies float out of nowhere to rest by the edges of the pond Loki was talking about. They perch themselves on the flowers blooming in the night, or the vines hanging over the lone tree that covers the entirety of this body with its being. The pond is about as clear as day even in the darkness. So clear, you can see a school of tiny fishes at this end, and something bigger at the far end. "Is it safe?" You have to ask. Loki sets down his sword and satchel in the lap of the tree and sits down right there, facing the entrance you two entered from. Agni too roams in circles next to him before sitting down facing the pond. "What if it is not?" Every expression drops from your face. "Then I'll die naked in a pond because I trusted the first man I met in the woods. Oh, sorry. The first God I met in the woods." Loki cannot help but chuckle. "Don't you dare take a peak," you order the God. "I already s-" "YES! Yes!" You try drowning his words with your own, throwing your overcoat on his face before turning to untie your robe, "you've already seen everything I have. Nothing new. Heard that already. No need to remind me." As soon as you give Agni the loose cotton camisole, you dash for the water, making the God snicker where he sits when he hears the plop and a deep-throated low scream. "It's fucking cooooooooold!" Loki can hear the cold in your shivering voice. His hand goes to the inside pocket of his overcoat to take out something akin to a toothpick. "Give it a minute," he announces before putting one end of that toothpick in his mouth, holding it under his teeth and moving his jaw to roll that little piece of wood in between his teeth. You want to kill him just with your thought waves. But the serenity of the pond surrounding you is diluting your rage with every passing second. The flora itself is mesmerising. You can see blue plants sway peacefully near your feet and the further you move away, you find little yellow pond flowers surprisingly blooming in the night. A glance or two is passed in Loki's direction to make sure he is not looking; only to find the God levitating a little burning matchstick in his palms before whispering something to it and sending it to the nearest corner of the water. As soon as the flame hits the surface, you begin to realise that the pond is getting warmer. "Agni, did you pee in the pond?" The poor boy just wags his tail and tilts his head at your question. But this is not just any warmth. You can feel that numbing pain in your ankles being slowly replaced with a welcoming lightness. "There is a resting stone at your left." You jump at his voice, your hands immediately going for your boobs. This bitch! He hasn't moved an inch. Turning to your left, you find stone naturally carved in the shape of a bathtub half-submerged in water. Your back cautiously moves towards it and your butt just gives up once you cannot smell any foul play. Your shoulders begin to let go of the tightness and your legs are being tickled by the tiny fishes ready to eat any dead cells off your body. "This is no regular pond, is it?"  It can't be. Not with the way it is sucking off every wound off my body. And just as your insides think of it, memories of the previous night float inside your head like a little duck toy lazying in a limitless ocean. Every little detail moves ever so slowly in front of you. And just as it comes from the darkness, it dissolves into it, leaving you with nothing; just a few tears that run down your bare skin. You do not remember the last time your body and thoughts felt like a feather. You just want to stay like this; eyes shut, warm water, no thoughts. Just peace. A creature roams the pond, coming over the surface only when you have closed your eyes and let your guard. Green snake-like eyes and slimy skin with muddy hair slowly move from the farther edge towards you. And the more you seem relaxed, the more they surface over to reveal themselves. The water nymph is nearly as close as your hair length, positioning themselves behind you with the curiosity of a predator. Their padded hands begin to rise to the level of your neck. "Þú þorir að snerta eitt hár á líkama hennar. Ég mun rífa þig í sundur og fæða gæludýrið mitt stykkin." Loki's voice is smooth as the movement of planets but the weight of his words seems to strike where it needs to, making that water nymph scurry into the darkness it came out from. All the while, you sit there slightly snoring. The silence is beautiful. A cool breeze touches Loki's hair as if tapping him to ask the reason behind this smile stuck on his thin lips, one he is finding hard to explain but blames it on the kooky-ness of this human stuck in his world.  Loki turns around slowly, making not even the slightest sound for the fear of stopping these constant train of soft snores coming from you. He gets the first glimpse of your face, with your lips apart, your eyes shut and your head bobbing a bit while your shoulders are slowly gliding into the water as you are going deep into the subconsciousness. The God brings his knees close to his chest to rest his arms on them while his head is grounded on his knuckles as he entertains himself with the view of this one human snoring in the midst of her bath, her guards so down they must be visiting Hel as we speak. Time passes slowly- at least it does for the Viking God when he is lost in studying all the minute details of this creature out of place. His mind is taking mental notes: of how those little hairs on your face rest in waves, receding down the sides; how your nose flares up when you breathe in amidst the snores growing louder with every passing moment; how tiny moles mark your bare skin like contrasting constellations; how that one scar on your left arm has not healed completely, leaving it just as it had been; how head drops back on the rock when your neck cannot bear the burden of the heavy slumber; how your hair has a mind of its own, curling itself ever so decently down your shoulders; how there is a small stir of air around- No time is wasted. Even the water in the healing pond takes time to give space to the sudden emergence of the God's body.  His dominant arm is directed towards you while his other hand is holding the arrow dripping with the blue moat's poisonous blood, its head facing for yours.  The braids in the front are swinging, touching his cheeks in the process while everything else is still.  The figure taking the shelter of darkness has not relaxed his bow yet. Its eyes are looking for a breath's window to find your head again. Unlike a human, this shadow stays so still that even the leaves around it cannot experience its existence for those crucial minutes.  The only sound is your insouciant snores. The crickets have quieted down. The fishes have gone back under their rocks. The fireflies have taken cover under the leaves, turning off any light there are; so that the only glow is the illumination of these smaragdine eyes burning as they glare over their shoulder in the direction of the shadow. Nothing moves between these two entities. The hand holding the arrow that was aimed for you bursts into golden flames, instantly turning the poison and wood into ashes. The hand holding the stretched bow takes three seconds before the shadow lowers its weapon, moves its gloved hand and its chest to press an intricate pendant. The pendant lights up with a pure white glow before emanating a cloud of darkness that dissolves the shadow into nothing. And once the shadow does dissolve. one can see the God standing two feet behind where the assassin was, already capturing that essence- this possible murderer left- into a pyramid-like device in his hand. Once the device clicks close, it is sent into the pocket dimension and God's being dissolves automatically. The real Loki still stands inside the pond, not having moved even an inch. His senses are still sharp when he hears a familiar set of footsteps climbing up the stairs, not really liking the idea of what is about to commence. It is the thunderous laugh that breaks you from the best sleep you had in the past three years. You try to go back into the arms of the temptress that is this healing slumber when that laugh gets closer along with a few more voices joining in. Rubbing that moaning temptress from your eyes, you see a shadow in your vision. And beyond that shadow are lights coming into view with one...two...three figures by the tree where Loki was last sitting. Just as your vision becomes clear, a well-built man with his blonde hair tied and in braids is seen with his head turned- in confusion- to get a clearer look at you. Another blonde guy with a carefree and pride-filled gait follows the former's lead to look and whistle in your direction, making you realise the nakedness of your situation. Your body immediately slips down the water till your chin until your eye registers the familiarity of the shadow standing between you and those new perverts there. "Didn't take you for the God who likes to enjoy himself in the wild," the latter of the blondes chuckles out loud. The former Viking slaps the back of his hand on his friend's chest while he is still trying to figure the situation out. Every cell in your body activates the basic instinct and your limbs are naturally moving to get close to Loki's back.  You find yourself clenching to his cloak for your life, hoping to any force of the universe that would listen to you not to turn this situation into one like last night. "Didn't take you for someone who prefers a laugh over someone's dignity," Loki retorts while casually slipping the cloak from his arms to make it subtly land on you. “Is one of you hurt, Loki?” The Viking asks with concern heavy in his voice. “No, Thor, we were just trying to test how cold the healing waters are.” Thor understands the sarcasm in his brother’s voice. “Our apologies, my lady,” he directs his voice to you, making you shiver under the cloak while you still hide behind Loki, “we intend no harm. We came here after a fruitful battle to get our wounds tended by the healing waters too.” Silence. “Who’s that?” You whisper the question as close to his back as you can. Loki blinks. “That…is my brother.” You do not realise how hard your fists are clutching onto Loki’s shirt. Neither do you realise how clear is your anxious heart in his ears. “Don’t worry,” Loki announces softly, turning his head a little in your direction, “the only thing he is capable of doing is either being too chivalrous or too brute.” “Fandral,” Thor announces, “let us give the lady some space that we clearly seem to have violated. I apologise again and would take it as a token of forgiveness to let us accompany you back to our camp till we reach back home.” You are waiting for your saviour to say something and realise that the God is busy scratching an itch on his neck, expecting you to answer. The question was for me. So…obviously! Your inner voice goes ‘duh’ at you. Clearing your throat, you manage to just shift so much as to show your face from behind Loki. “I’ll only go if Loki accompanies m-us.” The look of confused surprise seems superficial on Fandral’s face but Thor seems to be going deeper than just the surface. “Looks like you have learned a new enchantment spell, Loki.” Fandral is quick to tease with a smirk. “Enchantment or not, at least he didn’t ogle at a naked woman at first sight and then stay there to see where it was going!” You snap back at him. That all smiles face is certainly not feeling that jovial anymore. Especially not when your gaze is burning a hole through his ego. You cannot see but Loki’s brow has shot up and a light smirk sits on the corner of his lips. Thor, on the other hand, is pinching his friend on his waist and pushing him out of the radius of your rage. “We will-“ Thor barely catches himself from tripping over the roots of the tree, still pushing Fandral and himself down the stairs, “we will wait for you.” “I too am going down with them.” Loki steps away from you to get out of the pond and your senses start to bang loudly inside you, covering you in his cloak, trying to hold your footing in the water as you begin to walk behind him, looking around for any more brothers and their pervy friends. Out of the pond with not a drop of water sticking to his clothes, you envy this one for the first time since having met him. Not to mention how your brain is struggling to do the math of getting out of the pond with the cloak and your dignity intact. Loki seems to answer that question gladly with his hand out for you to grab. You look up with the question of what could probably be going in his head. His eyes, on the contrary, are quite clear. No thoughts. Just a hand reaching out to help you, waiting patiently. One hand grabbing the warmth filled with his scent tightly, the other goes on to hold his. Your hand seems so tiny in his palm. Your anxious heat is being siphoned off by his cold one. Once your fingers have curled themselves around his palm, his fingers curl around the back of your hand with a firm grip.  With one leg exposed as it takes the support of a stone on the edge, Loki seems to barely use any strength to pull you out of the water. He barely emotes when you nearly lose your footing but he is quick to grab your waist and pull you close to him. At this moment you are just glad that human thoughts are not audible, otherwise, the screams might have woken up all the resting animals within a kilometre of you.  This has got to be the cringiest and cheesiest situation I have been in. "Hm?" Loki tilts his head a little. "Hm? Nothing. I was wondering where Agni went." "He is out somewhere chasing a shadow." Loki lets go of you the second time this night and you still cannot believe you are feeling bad about it. He walks down the stairs into the shadows of the forest, leaving you with his cloak and your clothes by the tree. You stand there, surrounded by fireflies, wondering what exactly was the decision you took that landed you in such close proximity to a God that is nowhere on the scale of the men and women you had fallen for back on earth. "Fcuk!" the word comes out as a tired yet frustration filled realisation. And it just does not stop there. It comes out repeatedly while you jump around stomping your feet in some adolescent ritual under the tree till all the fucks in your system have been thrown out. "Gods! why does it always have to be the fuckers that can kill with their bloody eyes!!!"

#loki #loki of asgard #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki fic #loki fluff #loki smut #fluff #smut #marvel #mcu #mcu fluff #mcu smut #mcu loki #marvel fluff #marvel smut

[fairydxll]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐈𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

➳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | none

➳ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1024

𝐚/𝐧 ~ I used this to help me write the officiant stuff. Also it just so happens to be Tom’s birthday, so HBD Tom 🥳🥰

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What are you even supposed to say when someone asks you, “what was the best moment of your life?”

I have never been able to answer this question, until now. Here he was, my lover, the God of Mischief, adorned in Asgard’s finest apparel. I could feel nothing but love for this man as I approached him from the aisle; everyone else shut out so that it was only me and him. Him and I, until the end of time.

I finally reached the front of the golden hall, feeling perfectly content. Loki could do nothing but gawk at the woman standing in front of him. “Beautiful,” he managed to let out, in a voice so low that even the officiant couldn’t hear him.

“Good afternoon. Loki Laufeyson, y/f/n y/l/n, and I would like to welcome everyone on this gorgeous day,” the officiant welcomed everyone into the great hall located in Asgard, adorned in flowers and the most expensive decorations. “It’s because of all of you—because of this strong community—Loki and y/f/n’s relationship has strengthened and grown and led them to this very moment. Thank you for being here, now let’s begin.

“Loki and y/f/n, what you’ve accomplished here today is no small feat. Your journey began way before you sent out the invitations, chose this beautiful location, or even decided to spend the rest of your lives together.

“Your journey began the moment you first met. You took the time to learn what makes the other person smile, what makes them laugh, and how to best support them when life is less than simple. You welcomed each other’s families and friends and joined them together with warmth and enthusiasm. You built a new village with your love, and have worked every day to support this village as it changes and grows.

“Marriages bring hard days, just as they bring beautiful ones. This day is a reminder of what your love has already accomplished, and the amazing possibilities of what it can continue to accomplish and overcome in the many, many years ahead of you.

“Loki and y/n, please take each other’s hands and repeat after me. . . ” The officiant stated, turning to face Loki.

“I swear to youー”

“I swear to youー” he repeated, you both holding hands and looking deeply into each other's eyes.

“that I will dedicate my life from this day forwardー”

“that I will dedicate my life from this day forwardー”

“to filling our days with beauty and laughter.”

“to filling our days with beauty and laughter.” Loki’s eyes had now started to tear up, only making your smile grow even wider for the man standing in front of you.

“I will celebrate your spirit and all of your accomplishmentsー”

“I will celebrate your spirit and all of your accomplishmentsー”

“work to inspire youー”

“work to inspire youー”

“and be here to remind you of your beauty and strength.”

“and be here to remind you of your beauty and strength.”

“I take you today as my partnerー”

“I take you today as my partnerー” You hadn’t even noticed that your eyes had started to well up, too. Loki did, however, making a mental note to remember this moment forever…

“my confidantー”

The way you looked in your Asgardian wedding gown, hair spun up beautifully, flowers delicately placed in each braid, and the smile taking over all of your features.

“my confidantー”

“my other halfー”

“my other halfー”

“and I will love you for the rest of my life.”

“and I will love you for the rest of my life.” Loki finished off. The officiant turned towards you and repeated the same actions.

“Loki Laufeyson of Asgard, do you take y/f/n y/l/n, form this day forward, as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Loki said, soft enough for only the three of you to hear.

“And y/f/n y/l/n, do you take Loki Laufeyson, from this day forward, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” you barely choked out, never wanting this moment to end.

The officiant continues with the ceremony; now moving on to the exchanging of the rings, “Loki and y/n have chosen these rings to represent the unbreakable circle of life and love. Please place them on each other’s ring fingers and repeat after me.

“I give you this ringー”

Loki and you took the rings from the ring bearer. You took the ring and placed it delicately onto Loki’s finger. He then repeated the action, taking your ring and placing it just as gently on your ring finger.

“I give you this ringー” you both repeated.

“to remind you of this dayー”

“to remind you of this dayー”

“when in front of our closest friends and familyー”

“when in front of our closest friends and familyー”

“we vowed that our love can overcome all thingsー”

“we vowed that our love can overcome all thingsー”

“that our love unites, inspires and celebratesー”

“that our love unites, inspires and celebratesー” You were both giggling at this point.

“and will continue to do so for the rest of our lives.”

“and will continue to do so for the rest of our lives.” you finished off, completely oblivious to the crowd witnessing this union.

“it is with such joy that I now send you out into the world to spread the beautiful light that you share with those around you. By the power vested in me, I now, for the first time, pronounce you married,” the officiant finished off. “Now kiss and go celebrate!”

Loki waited for nothing; pulling you in by the waist and instantly connecting his lips to yours. You melted into his touch, bringing your hands up to cup his face as your lips melted together. He moved his hand up to gently caress the back of your neck. If it weren’t for the hundreds of eyes on the two of you, you would have stayed there forever. However, you had to pull away, “save it for tonight,” you whispered into his ear, resulting in a smirk from the god.

Next chapter ->

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[terry-perry]

A Brother’s Opinion

Pairings: Thor x Sister!Reader x Loki, mentioned Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader

OC: Daisy Rogers

Warning: Sexual themes, but nothing too crazy

She was looking forward to this day for several weeks now. Not only was it going to be their first time alone without the baby, but it was also going to be on Valentine’s Day. It was the day Midgardians labeled as the most romantic day of the year, seeing as it was the day to celebrate love. And she had no issue doing just that when it came to Steve. 

He had to go and take care of an issue that would leave him busy for a couple hours, so that gave her time to prepare everything. Brunnhilde was due to arrive to pick up Daisy as well as drop off a nicely sized bottle of New Asgardian wine. Y/N was also hoping to get her opinion on the perfect outfit to wear that he’d find irresistible. They hadn’t been intimate since the early start of her pregnancy, and with their new child and work also keeping them busy, it was very much due.

A knock at the door got her to jump right out of her seat and charge over. She was very much excited and conjured up the two articles of clothing in her hands so she could ask Brunnhilde right away. Upon answering, however, she saw that she was greeted by not just her, but her two older brothers as well. In a flash, she hid away the lingerie by using her magic to conceal them behind her back.

“Thor, Loki,” she stammered, giving them a flustered laugh as she let them enter her home. “What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t expect you to return for another couple of days.”

“Our mission ended earlier than expected,” Thor explained, coming to give her a big hug. “We thought we could help with our beloved niece. Where is she?”

“She’s upstairs. She’s due to wake up, any minute now. Can you get her for me?”

They were more than happy to, and it gave Y/N the opportunity to pull the Valkyrie back so she could whisper conspiratorially with her. Thor glanced back just in time to see the two women do so while something flashed behind his sister’s back.

“Hey, what do you have behind your back?” He asked, stopping at the top of the stairs.

Clearly he had taken them by surprise, seeing as another flash of light appeared as Y/N hid away the intimate apparel once more and gave him a sheepish grin. “Nothing. Just... Just something I want to get Brunnhilde’s opinion on.”

“You don’t want my opinion?”

“Not really,” she stated bluntly, hoping that being brutally honest would deter him.

“Oh, come on,” Thor insisted, giving her an assuring smile to let her know he was fine with whatever issues she had. “I’m your older brother. Ask me.”

She huffed in annoyance. Well, if he insisted.

“Oh. Oh, okay, big brother.” Fueled by sarcasm, she revealed the two different colored lingerie before him. “Which of these do you think will make your little sister hotter so that your best friend will want to do her?”

Almost perfect timing, Loki walked in on the scene she was making with her baby daughter in his arms. Unlike Thor, who was blushing and looking anywhere else, the God of Mischief gave the clothing a once over before answering with a nonchalant:

“The red one,”

#loki laufeyson x sister!reader x thor odinson #drabble #asgardian!reader #Steve Rogers #x reader #source: friends #mcu au #marvel imagine #thor x sister!reader #loki x sister!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #oneshot

[iam93percentstardust]

State of the Fic

I am posting this early because my orals qualifying exam is tomorrow and I don’t want to have to stress about this on top of everything else.

WIPs

Kissed by a Muse (Winteriron): on hiatus until next month

Simply the Best (Stevetony): also on hiatus until next month

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Steve hears heartbeats. He never hears Tony's.

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Coming Up

1. This year’s MTH

2. The Stony/Winterwidow Holiday AU: Chapters 11, 13, and 15 are written

3. Eyes Turned Skyward verse: have about 3 fics left to write for this verse and then will probably be marking it as complete

4. Spoils of War: currently have 2 fics planned for this verse, but I’m always open to ideas

5. Birthday fics

6. Another collab with @saganarojanaolt for Tony’s birthday ;)

#state of the fic #alle writes

[frostbitten-written]

Darling, we’ve just begun...

*looking you over, he grabs his chin with his hand thoughtfully. He simply takes you in for a few moments, then draws his seidr and casts it toward you. You are surrounded by shimmering golden light, and your clothing changes into Asgardian riding leathers. By the time you look back up at him, his outfit has changed as well - princely and regal, with his hair tied back in a neat ponytail by a green satin ribbon.*

You look stunning, my dear. But we are missing something...

*Off in the distance, you hear a whinnying, followed by the percussive thundering of hooves as two white horses charge from the tree line toward the two of you. They are already saddled and bridled, slowing and stopping near you with a huff of air and a shake of manes.*

Shall we ride, my dear?

- LL

{This is so soft and sweet! I’m loving it! I’ve been yearning to go horse riding again!}

What? Just begun...? 

*My voices trails off as your seidr surrounds me. It feels like the touch of a ghost, possibly a feather; it tickles slightly and I laugh. I look at myself in astonishment as my clothes transform, melting into horse riding apparel, with an Asgardian touch. I look up and see you in an outfit similar to mine, with a regal touch.* 

Sire, you look wonderful. 

*Your smile makes my heart flutter. As I fixate on the way your hair is pulled back, I hear the whinny of horses in the distance. They clop their way towards us and stop before us.* 

Ride? You mean... 

*My eyes light up with joy and I bite my lip before squealing happily.*

I would love to! This is going to be incredible!

*Attempts to jump onto the horse, failing miserably. I giggle sheepishly and shake my head in embarrassment.*

I think I might need a little bit of help. It’s been quite some time since I’d mounted a horse.

#loki #loki anon #loki rp #fluff #SFW

[sherrybaby14]

Treat Yourself

Summary:  The Asgardian Mob comes to do business and demands Tony’s best girl service them.

 A/N:  This is in my little Mob!AU where you’re a prostitute who works for Tony.  You don’t need to have read the first two to follow what is going on.   Just know, that you’re a prostitute (and you LOVE it).

  Pairing:  Thor x you, background Tony x you

 Warnings:  Oral, smut, (blink and miss it dubcon)  Also, for the people in the back, YOU ARE A PRO…but you dig your lifestyle.  

                  Your wrists ached, you rubbed them as you sat up in bed.  Tony was putting on his suit coat.  You enjoyed how sexy he looked, but the look on his face along with the fancy get-up told you he wasn’t in a playful mood.  

                 “You were a little rough last night.”  You spun your hands, trying to work out the muscles.

                  “You liked it.” Tony smirked.  

                  “No.”  You made a pout as he looked at you.  “I loved it.”

                  “You’re fun.”  He walked over to the bed.  “But you’re also working tonight.”  

                  “Oh?”  You perked up, lately, you’d spent ever night servicing Tony.  You sort of forgot about the other men thing.  But your eyes flashed with excitement, it would be nice to try something new.  

                  “You like that huh?”  Tony laughed.  “You’re something else.  Here I thought you were going to whine, beg me to keep you all for myself.”  

                  “Is that what you want? Please don’t share me? I only belong to you?”  You held out your wrists as Tony took over rubbing them. “Sorry, wrong girl.  Do I need to know anything?”  

                  “Moving from fun to funny huh?”  Tony squeezed down on your wrists, making you wince before letting go.  “Just be your charming self.”  

                  You flopped back on the bed and bit your lip, trying to keep the excitement somewhat at bay.  Fucking gorgeous, dangerous men and getting paid for it.  How did you get so lucky this was your life?

~~

               The door was shut for a long time.  You waited, in your skintight unofficial uniform.  A little black dress.  It left nothing to the imagination.  You lacked any other apparel, not even shoes.  

                 Your mind raced with anticipation.  Who was on the other side?  What did he look like?  What part did he want you to play tonight?  You knew Tony liked the fight for dominance, Bucky just wanted your oral skills.  What would be this John’s taste?   You licked your lips and felt more arousal gather between your thighs.  

                  The door opened and you let out the breath you’d be holding with relief.  Tony nodded his head, waving you over.  

                  “Where are the heels?”  He frowned.  

                  “They hurt my feet.”  You stopped right in front of him.  

                  SMACK!  His hand came down on your ass, but as you jumped forward he squeezed down and put his mouth next to your ear.

                  “Well that’s not the only thing that’s going to hurt,” he whispered. “Later.  You’ll be paying for that one.  Wear shoes next time.”  

                  You rolled your eyes and tried to fight away the smile.  A punishment? Again, how in the hell were you getting paid for this?  What a dream.

                  Dream was the right word.  You stopped dead in your tracks as the mountain of a man in front of you turned around, golden hair draping over his shoulders.  He had on the standard gangster attire.  Three-piece-suit, but there was no doubt his body was shredded. He exuded power, strength.  

                  “She is a looker.”  The blonde’s eyes ran up and down your figure. “You weren’t kidding about that.”  

                  “I never kid.”  Tony shut the door and walked over to the bar.  “Well, not about that.  Actually, maybe I kid too much.  Thor’s traveled a long way.  Why don’t you show him some hospitality Honey?”  

                  “Sure thing.”  You gave your million-dollar smile and walked right up to Thor.  What a name.  

                 “Wait?”  He gave a laugh.  “Here? Right here?”  

                  He was nervous! You couldn’t believe it.  All these men with all the power and he was freaked out by you?  Your heart flooded.   You ran your hand down his arm and locked his fingers with yours.  

                  “Come on.”  You started walking to the door.  

                  “I do enjoy watching though.”  Tony raised his glass.  “If you change your mind, I don’t mind the show.”  

                  You led Thor back into the club, steering down the hall that led to the bedrooms.  It was your first time using one, but you’d been in them plenty.  You stopped at the door assigned to you and pushed it open.

                  The only piece of furniture was a bed. These rooms were designed for one thing. And it wasn’t sleeping.

                  “I’m ugh, not really sure how this works.” Thor scratched his head as you dropped his hand to face him.  “I am a little new to this world.”  

                  “I’ll let you in on a little secret.”  You winked. “So am I.”

                  “Oh really?  Mr. Sta…I mean Tony, made it out like you are the best.”  Thor’s brow furrowed.  

                  “That’s flattering.”  You didn’t hide the smile as you walked over to him, pressing your hand to his chest.  “But so far, Tony has kept me for personal use.  So, whoever you are, Thor, you must be important.”

                  “Important.”  His eyes locked with yours.  “That’s right.  I am important.”  

                  “Oh, you are.”  You ran your hand across his cheek.  “Before we get started, do you have any requests?  This night is all about you.  I can scream and struggle if that’s what you want?”  

                  Your body pressed to him and you felt his cock twitch.  He was getting hard.  

                  “Would you like that?”  You left your lips parted.  “Me begging you to stop?  Hitting your hard chest, trying to shove you off?  But you’re too big, too powerful.  I’d never win.”  

                  His lips crashed against yours as his hands went under your thighs, hoisting you in the air.  Thor tossed you back, you weren’t ready to fly through the air, but you landed on the bed with a bounce.  

                  “What I want.”  He reached out and grabbed your ankle, kissing it before placing it on his shoulder.  “What is my favorite.”  

                  He began kissing his way down your leg.  You were propped up on your elbows watching him, your other knee bent.  

                  “Is to taste.”  He was at your thigh and a wave of heat washed over you.  “I want you screaming.  I want you begging.  I want you wiggling away from me.”  

                  You lifted your hips as his hand pushed your dress up.  Holy shit. This was an interesting development.  

                  “But the only reason you want me to stop is that you can’t take another orgasm.”  The blond smiled.  

                  You were at a loss for words.   Before you could respond his mouth was on your cunt. He took the entire thing in and you gasped, falling back on the bed.  

                  His tongue ran up and down your slit before finding your entrance and sliding in with ease.   A moan left your mouth as you ran your hand through his hair.  

                  “Fuck, you have a big tongue.”  You squirmed, pushing his head down and lifting your pelvis against him.

                  He pulled away and looked up at you with a smile, his absence sending a shiver down your spine.  

                 “I know.”   Thor stuck out his tongue and ran it across his lips, licking away your juices.  

                  The image was so erotic you thought you were going to die.   You fell back against the bed as his mouth returned to your body.  

                  He was a master.  His tongue, lips, and teeth all working against you.  It was hard to keep your thighs spread.   He let out a grunt and a massive hand pushed your knee down.

                  “Sorry!”  You tried to relax.  “But you’re really fucking good at this.”  

                  Your back arched when he began to hum. What?  How?  How had you gone this long in your life and never been eaten this way?  You started to pant.  

                 “Holy hell.”  You brought your wrist to your mouth and bit down.  

                  A hand wrapped around your arm and yanked it away.   You looked down to see angry blue eyes watching you, but his mouth never missed a beat.  

                  “Mmmm.”  You fell back against the bed.

                  This time there was no hiding your moans and breaths.  You fisted his hair and bumped against his face.  

                  “Fuck.  I’m going to cum.”  You rocked hard against him.  “I’m going to cum.”  

                  It started slow, like a bucket about to overflow. But then something hard slid inside of you.  You assumed it was a finger, but you did not care.  That was enough that the damn broke, pleasure filling your body as you cried out.  

                  “Shit. Shit. Shit.”  The muscles in your body tightened and relaxed.  Tightened and relaxed.  

                  Thor’s mouth never left his licking and sucking elongating the experience.  

                  “That was a treat.”  You ran your hand through his hair, expecting him to stop.  

                  But he glared up at you with evil eyes.   Then you thought about his threat.  He was serious.   Your heartbeat started to regulate and you tried to relax.  You were a professional.  If that was what he wanted you were here to deliver.

  ~~

                 Six. No seven?  No nine?  You had no fucking clue.  The next orgasm was forming and your body was starting to reject them.  They were more pain than pleasure and your over-sensitive clit needed a break.  

                  “Please…I can’t…”  You were made of jelly, incapable of putting up any sort of resistance. “Not another.  I can’t.  Please no.”

                  Tears mixed with sweat.  Your dress had long left your body, but you’d never felt hotter. More sensitive in your life.  

                  Then it came again.  The spring getting tighter and tighter in your core.   You tried to turn to the side, but your leg was pinned, not that you could put up a fight in your current state.  

                  The throbbing between your legs, the heat of his mouth.  He owned you. At this moment you belonged to Thor.  Only he was capable of ending your suffering.  

                  “Please.”  It came out like a squeak.  

                  Before you could get out the word stop, he worked all his attention on your clit.  It pulsed in his mouth and you shrieked as the orgasm was pulled from your body.  

                  Waves of agony and ecstasy covered you.   You didn’t know how to separate them.  It hurt and it pleased at the same time.  

                  His mouth left your body and you looked up at him through blurry eyes.  

                  “You really are the best.”  His hands went to his pants as his monster cock fell forward.

                  Normally you would’ve been excited, but you were so confused by the oral experience.  

                  “I got nine orgasms out of you.”  He swatted your thighs as he lined up to spear you. “That’s a record.  Most girls break much sooner than that.”  

                   “Nine?”  How was that even possible?  How could he tell?  

                  “Let’s go for an even ten?”  His voice broke your conversation.  

                  Before you could object his cock slid inside you with ease.   After being empty for so long it actually was a relief, being filled by him.   You cooed as you fisted the sheets.   Best. Job. Ever.  

#thor x reader #thor #marvel #marvel fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #mobster au #marvel au #thor au

[niksfiks]

Gotta Get It Right: Chapter 7

PAIRING: Loki/OFC

RATING: Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: Trigger warning: mentions of dubcon, violence, PTSD, sexual assault, and physical abuse in later chapters.

Also on Ao3

Feedback is always appreciated (just being an attention whore screaming for comments/reblogs). Taglist is open

Tagging @fandom-and-feminism @fadingcoast @igotloki @mrshiddleston-uk @mischievousbellerina

A/N: Soooo....I have not only missed a week, but I can’t keep track of what day it is. Better late than never, right?

Chapter 7: Shall We Dance?

Only when the guards leading the parade to the throne slowed did Aleksa turn her focus to the man descending the dais.

Loki.  

He was shorter than she’d imagined. She knew he stood just over six feet tall, a good eight inches above her, but the massive horned helmet resting on his head added at least another foot of clearance while making him appear shorter, if not slightly ridiculous. The cloak around his shoulders didn’t help. It seemed to have been designed for someone else, dwarfing his thin frame. Asgardians have a fetish for bizarre apparel, she thought, though the research team would have assured her that it was all symbolic. It only made her distaste for monarchies worse.

Loki strode to the equipment stack as the guards stopped, dropping to one knee. He looked over the gear before turning to see the human military members still standing.

“Have you no respect for your superiors?” Condescension dripped from his voice.

“We don’t cower before our leaders, your Highness.” Aleksa noticed a flick of his fingers before their guards were suddenly upon her, forcing her to her knees.

Loki walked towards the group, studying each of them. He found them unremarkable, except for their leader. He was struck by the range of colors in the woman’s fearless eyes. She was attractive, even for a human, but he sensed something different about her, lurking just below the surface. With his curiosity peaked, the sadistic smile appeared.

“In the end, you will always kneel,” he whispered.

Aleksa suppressed a shiver. The man definitely had the charisma to be a god, and the ego to boot.

“Why are you here?”

“Cultural and anthropological archaeology. These researchers were trying to better understand the worlds around Earth and the races that inhabit them.”

“By sneaking onto Asgard and gathering intelligence about the strength of my armies?”

“The camp’s proximity to a training facility had no bearing on the work these people were doing...”

“But you know where they are,” he snapped. “You intended to launch a quiet strike against us. Why else would *you* be here?”

Aleksa shook off her guards and stood, eliciting gasps from the court members around them as she forced Loki back. “*I* am here to ensure that these innocent people are safely returned to their families by any means necessary.”

Loki stepped closer to her.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Not at all,” she responded. He was surprised at the calm in her voice. “We have no quarrel with you or Asgard.”

“Then why send a military outfit to lead these so-called innocents home?”

“Would you not send warriors to a potentially hostile world to recover civilians?”

“*I* would not allow unarmed civilians to enter a potentially hostile situation.” Loki stared at her for a moment, again caught up in her eyes, watching the slightest shift in their color. As he fought his body’s reaction to her scent, he wondered if he'd touched a nerve.

Aleksa found herself examining his face, noting that the gold helmet was reflected in the emerald green eyes boring into her. The harder he tried to intimidate her with his posture, the more she could see something hiding behind the malice. Something she recognized within herself.

“With all due respect, your Highness, what are your intentions with us?”

“I’m taking your research and adding it to the vast collection of our own. Outside of that, there is nothing you have that interests me.”

“Then you will release us?”

Loki shook his head. “Hmm, no. You were caught committing acts of treason against Asgard. The punishment is death.” He waved them off, striding back to the dais.

“Based on what charges?”

“The slaughter of two of my Einherjar. Take them.”

“How in the hells is that...” Aleksa struggled against the guards now holding her. Loki ignored her and the cries of the people behind her. She fought off one of the guards before being tackled by two others that pinned her to the ground. Out of options, she screamed.

“I challenge your claim to the throne of Asgard!”

Loki whirled around, laughing. “You what?”

“You heard me.” The guards holding her down released her, scrambling to get out of Loki’s way. Before she could even blink, Loki was in front of her, fuming. “Your claim to the throne is unjust. You are, at best, a regent in Thor’s absence. I challenge the legitimacy of your absolute rule!”

“How dare you! I am Loki, son of Odin, king of Asgard as named by...”

“You are Loki, son of Laufey, adopted by Odin.” The gasps of everyone gathered in the hall didn’t go unnoticed. Somewhere in the crowd, D’Varst allowed himself a small smile. “And as long Odin’s firstborn still lives, you have no authority.”

Loki’s rage filled the room.

“Neither do you, Midgardian.”

“Any soul of the Nine Realms may make a claim against the king of Asgard. That is your law.”

“Name your terms,” he sneered.

“My party are returned to Earth regardless, along with all of their materials, intact and unharmed.”

“And if I win?”

“You may do with me what you will.”

“There is no advantage to me in this.” He snorted, walking away as he continued. “You will die last, watching them suffer for what you have dared attempt.”

“Then you legitimize my claim against you.”

“How? When I win, I will do with them...”

“Me. You may do with ME what you will.” Loki began to scoff, then realized that he’d neglected to amend her terms. She’d outmaneuvered him into releasing his captives regardless of how their duel ended. And she’d done it in front of his court and half of Asgard. He wondered if she was valuable to him after all.

“Choose your weapons,” he growled.

“Daggers. No armor. And no tricks. The first illusion you cast, I win.”

“To the death, then?” Loki smirked when she nodded. “Too easy. You may have your challenge.”

Aleksa nodded and moved back to her group, shedding her flak vest and weapons belt. Reece approached her.

“Are you out of your mind? He’ll kill you before you even get close.”

“Probably.”

“You’re betting our lives on a promise from the god of deceit? You actually trust him?”

“Nope.” She smiled. “He’s arrogant, but not ignorant. Something tells me that he knows his seat on the throne is precarious. He won’t dare defy an agreement made in front of the entire court. Half of the people here are likely looking for a reason to get rid of him. He’s not stupid enough to give them one. Either way, I win and you go home. Get them off-world before the fight ends.” She took the daggers offered by one of the guards.

“Lex, I am not leaving you to die again.”

“Didn’t die the last time.” Aleksa met Reece’s fearful gaze. “Plan C. That’s an order, Captain. Tell Coulson we’re doing a full renegotiation of my contract when I get back.” She turned just in time to see Loki charging for her. She pushed Reece in one direction and dodged to the other, dropping into a roll. “GO!”

The group, led by Reece and Nessis, turned and hurried out of the hall, followed by two guards.

Loki watched the crowd close in around him before turning back to his opponent.

“I do hope you enjoy pain,” he grinned.

Aleksa lowered her stance. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Shut up and fight.”

“As you wish.”

Loki charged again, spinning right just before he reached her. Aleksa saw the shift a second too late, yelping when his blade caught her bare arm. She swung around, blocking his next strike and delivering a blow of her own, her blade finding the soft flesh of his cheek. The fight continued in equal measure for some time, each combatant trading hits and drawing blood. He knocked her to the floor with a backhand swing, she landed a kick to his chest that sent him sliding into the crowd. Furious that he was unable to gain any headway in the fight, he grabbed her from behind, knocking the blades from her hands. He spun her to face him, wanting to watch the life drain from her eyes when he slit her throat.

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki x ofc #Loki Friggason #gotta get it right #nikkalia #niksfiks

[lailannajacobs]

A Game of Questions and an Impossible Bet (Handmade Thieves pt. VIII)

Pairing: Loki X fem!reader

Summary: Reader unwittingly finds her way onto Asgard and has to deal with all the attention that follows being a mortal in the extravagant realm. To his surprise, Loki finds himself having just as much trouble if not more than reader in dealing with it.

Warnings: Some asshole behaviour and some flirting! 

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Hey guys!! So this one’s a bit longer than usual, which is maybe why it feels like I edited until my eyes could no longer see! Anyways, let me know what you think! I always love to hear it! Good or bad, it all helps! <3

Handmade Thieves | Part Eight

You adjusted the hood of your sweatshirt and relished in the feel of the soft, unrestrictive material. The prince had given you back your clothes about three weeks ago, but because of the conditions he had made you abide by for their return, you still let out a sigh of relief every time you wore your own clothes. You had never known you could care so much about an ancient hoodie and a pair of cargo pants. His two conditions had caught you by surprise, but you should have known he wouldn’t give anything for you for free. The first being that you followed him to an undisclosed location, which, after stressing for the two-minute walk to get there, had mercifully turned out to be the laundry room. The second was that you wear the Asgardian dresses to any and all events you accompanied him to.

He had stressed, as he introduced you to the maids in charge of the washing – it was important you didn’t disturb their routine - that you could in no way, shape or form alter the dresses you were given. It had been a compromise you had readily made, despite having wanted to wipe that cocky grin from his face.

When you had collapse onto your bed later that night, the tension from the day escaping your lips in a loud exhale, you noticed a pile of the clothes on the dresser that hadn’t been there before. You hadn’t known if he had done it because he had felt bad for you (unlikely) or if it was his way of showing you that he had wanted to mess with you by only giving you dresses when you first arrived (more likely), but along with the fancy dresses were loose pants and soft shirts. Although most of it appeared to be male apparel, at least it meant you weren’t stuck doing laundry every second day.

Compared to how the rest of the day had gone, it was such a needed reprieve that you’d gone to bed feeling lighter than you had since crashing on Asgard. You had fallen asleep with a smile on your face, not waking until the prince knocked on your door the next afternoon. At the sight of your drowsy, bedraggled look, an amused look had crossed his face, and he had told you to get ready for the first of what felt like an endless string of parties and ambassadorial duties since then.

The meetings weren’t as bad as the parties. The parties were less formal, which meant some of the attendees felt more at ease with gawking and asking you questions meant to make themselves look superior. At least in a more professional setting like the meetings, you almost felt like a real ambassador, explaining Earth’s defense mentalities and anything else you could share about Earth’s general functioning that might hinder a relationship between the two planets. It made you glad you had still been keeping tabs on the news from Earth while you were out on your last job

The luncheon this morning had mainly consisted of your aristocratic nemesis and her trusty side kick shooting you dirty looks from across the table. It probably would have upset her to know that your discomfort had stemmed from the dress you had been wearing rather than her looks, but you had chosen to ignore her instead. It seemed like the least exhausting solution.

Although you had been wanting to get out the minute you had arrived at the luncheon, at least it had been calm and uneventful.

It hadn’t been half as eventful as your event the day before.

Yesterday:

“Where are you taking me now?” It didn’t matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to shake the uncertainty from your voice.

At least you had managed to keep it from quivering. You had woken this morning with strange feeling in your gut and the prince had knocked on your door to bring you to your daily event, telling you to get dressed in your own Midgardian clothes. The break in the familiar had rattled you to your bones. Something was up and you felt like the joke would be on you.

He had drawled, “You’re going to love this. Now get dressed before we’re late,” and flashed you that coy, knowing grin, which had done nothing to settle your unease.

Fifteen minutes later, you still had no clue where you were going and the fact that you couldn’t plan how to best handle what was coming next meant you couldn’t calm at least some of that sense of dread. Being able to plan was better than being taken by surprise, no matter what you were walking into.

Of course, you should have expected his answer when he said, “I thought you were smarter than to ask Midgardian. You should know I never tell you until we get there.”

“You say dumb, I say persistent.” You said, too jittery to get upset over his words.

He stopped and titled his head, a strange look on his face, “How about we settle on stubborn then.”

“That seems about right.” You mumbled, taking in your surroundings and trying to guess what was going to happen behind the plain door you were about to enter.

The hallway you had taken to get here was part of a building you had never gone into before, seeing as it was about a fifteen-minute walk from the palace. The hallways were deserted and most of the doors were closed. The few people you had crossed on your way up the two floors and through the maze-like building were all young and carrying books. Something about the place felt familiar, but not enough for you to figure out why exactly. But even that small sense of familiarity did nothing to sooth the queasy feeling in your stomach.

His hand was on the handle and you thought he was going to open the door, but he paused and turned to face you. Your heart pounded against your rib cage as if it were trying to escape and you tried to calm yourself. You had no idea why you were on the verge of panicking and wiped your clammy hands on your pants in a poor attempt to regroup.

“Can you just get on with it. The faster we get this done, the faster I can stop wasting my time.” You growled, though the lump in your throat seemed to take away some of the usual bite in your words.

It seemed your worry hadn’t escaped his notice and his lips spread into that especially cocky grin he seemed to reserve for when he really wanted to annoy you. “If I had known bringing you here was exactly what I needed to do to terrify you, then I would have done it sooner.”

You could feel his smile and words eating at your pride.

Your fear slowly made way for anger. “I’m not terrified.”

“Could have fooled me. Although… judging from the look in your eyes, I’d say that you’d like to stab me right about now Midgardian. But it’s quite difficult to do without your daggers no?” He continued gleefully, recalling the two times he had met you at your door as an illusion and you hadn’t suspected anything. It wasn’t the first time he had brought it up since then and you doubted it would be the last. “Professional word of advice Midgardian, wipe that scowl off your face before we walk in.”

Before you could wipe that stupid grin off his, he opened the door and strode in, hands in his pockets as if he owned the place. The room quieted the second the front row recognized him, and you were struck with the realization as to why the place felt so familiar.

You had walked into a large classroom of about seventy-five students, the layout similar to the university classes you had attended before finding a much more lucrative and exciting job elsewhere.

The prince waltzed over to stand in the center of the front of the class and with a slight tilt of his head, the words “Studies of the Nine Realms: Earth” was written across a board you could have sworn was an actual chalk board. The words were all the confirmation you needed to know that you hadn’t been overreacting earlier, and you should have feigned food poisoning the moment you suspected you’d regret getting out of bed this morning.

“Hello class,” His smile seemed docile, but you could see the mischief behind it, clear as day, as if it was meant for you. It probably was. “If I may interject, I’ve brought a special guest for today’s lecture. Feel free to ask her all of your questions. None are too small, too large or too stupid.”

He walked towards you and for a second you were afraid he was going to leave you all alone - even if the thought made you feel weak for wanting him to stay - but he whispered, “The next hour is all yours Midgardian. Make it a show worth watching.”

The hand he placed on your back was gentle, but the message was clear. The stage was yours. You remembered his professional advice and stopped yourself before you could glare at him. Though it didn’t stop you from giving him the finger before you walked off, betting on the fact that he’d be the only one in the room to get what you meant. He pursed his lips and shook his head slightly as if trying to stop himself from laughing.

The wide desk in the center of the room created somewhat of a barrier between you and the inspecting faces so you sat down behind it and hoped your legs would stop trembling. At least this way they couldn’t see them if they didn’t.

If you had thought your presentations in high school were stressful, they had done nothing to prepare you for how small you felt staring back at seventy-five college students, trying not to show them how nervous this all made you. With a deep breath, you straightened your posture and forced a smile you hoped didn’t look like a grimace.

“hi,” the word came out so garbled you weren’t sure anyone heard so you cleared your throat and tried again, louder this time, “Hi. Um, any questions?”

About forty different hands shot up at once. You began to fiddle with the hem of your sweatshirt, trying to keep yourself distracted. You had been hoping that no one would take an interest in you, leaving the prince with no other choice but to admit that his little plan had been a bust, but clearly that had been too much to hope for.

Scanning the crowd, you searched for the most innocent looking face and pointed to a small, mousy looking girl with frizzy brown hair in the front row.

All the hands dropped, and she smiled shyly, “Is it true that Midgardians don’t live past the age of 100?”

A puff of air escaped your lips, some of the shaky panic easing. The question may have been a little ominous and morbid, but at least it was one you could easily answer, “Um, well some live past that but the average life span is um, something like seventy I think?”

The girl nodded, seeming more than a little concerned, but the hands all around her shot up and you knew you needed to move on. The next few questions were more or less the same as the ones you had been answering at the meetings and parties. There were very few interesting ones but the more familiar the questions, the easier this particular ambassadorial assignment felt - not that it was ever easy or pleasant. At least you were in your own clothes, though you knew the prince had only made that call because it lent more authenticity to your position and not because of your personal comfort.

“I heard you sleep for about 80% of the day, is that true?” One of the students in the back asked when you called on him.

From the corner of your eye you noticed that the Prince had moved from the door to the back corner of the room so that he’d be in your line of vision. Even from afar you could see the ghost of a smirk on his lips and it made you want to pause this whole charade to curse him out. You hadn’t forgotten that he had been the one to start that particular rumor. It seemed he hadn’t either. Leaning against the wall, hands stuffed into his pockets, he reminded you of the resident bad boy, that allure dangerous yet irresistible. Except that he was resistible, you reminded yourself, because you weren’t charmed by it.  You had more common sense than that.

You shook your head, tearing your attention away from the prince, “No it isn’t. I sleep between six to eight hours a night but can survive on much less if need be.”

The student’s friend elbowed him in a manner that seemed to say I-told-you-so so he elbowed him back. It was nice to know that not everyone had believed that rumor so readily. Moving on to the next question you wondered how long you had been answering questions for. It felt like you had been there for over an hour, but you had to assume the worst and guess you had only been sitting there for fifteen minutes.

“Do all Midgardian women dress like men?” A particularly beautiful red head asked when you called on her.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes on the student, but you could feel the prince’s roguish grin grow, “No. But on Earth pants aren’t really gendered anymore, I guess. Most people where them.”

Another girl in the front row had her hand raised high, practically bouncing in her seat as she waited for you to call on her. You had been avoiding her from the beginning because of a gut feeling that you wouldn’t like her question, but you figure you had put this off long enough.

“What was the gesture you gave the prince before coming to the front of the room?” She asked.

You almost laughed with relief. “Just an inside joke between me and the prince. It has nothing to do with Earth’s customs.”

A snort sounded from the back of the room and you unwittingly found Loki’s gaze from across the room. His face was a mask of boredom, but you knew the sound had come from him. Now that you could always see him, it was as if you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. And as annoying as he was, it was kind of nice to see a familiar face in the crowd.

“What’s a rubber duck for?” Someone else called.

Your gaze drifted to the prince and he raised a brow as if to say, go on Midgardian, tell the people what they want to know. You were now convinced he had moved to the back so you could see him laugh at you the whole time. Or to be the biggest possible distraction. Either way, it was working because he seemed to be having a great time and you couldn’t seem to focus on the students.

You answered vaguely and moved onto the next question.

“Can Midgardian’s travel the realms or are their bodies too weak to make it from one planet to the other?” A brown-haired guy with large glasses asked.

The question made you want to smack your forehead in disappointment. Instead, you glanced at the back corner of the room. Loki’s lips were pressed together in a wide smile and he looked down at the ground to try and hide his amusement, as if this had been exactly the kind of question he had been hoping to torture you with.

You narrowed your eyes at him when he looked back up, but felt yourself begin to relax, his own amusement softening you up a little. He shrugged as if to say, what can you do, some of them are idiots.

Pursing your lips, you tried to hold back a smile before answering, “Yes. If we couldn’t, I wouldn’t be here, now would I?”

The class burst out into giggles and the guy who had asked the question ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact. Their response filled you with more confidence and you heard yourself asking “who’s next?” with more enthusiasm than you thought possible. The prince cocked his head, a bemused expression on his face.

“Can Midgardians have sex with Asgardians?” A deep voiced called out from somewhere in the middle of the crowd, taking you and the other students by surprise. It stunned everyone into silence for a moment, all other hands falling.

Scanning the crowd for the guy who voiced the question, you let out an “um” wishing you could have come up with a better response. At the sound of your discomfort, a few awkward chuckles and whispers filled the room. You looked around the room, trying to judge the reactions to the question in order to eliminate certain students as the culprit. Without a face to tailor your response to, you could feel yourself grappling for the right thing to say.

“I won’t answer questions if you don’t raise your hand first.” You finally tried, hoping your middle school teacher’s technique to shutting down smartass questions would work, even on a different planet.

A beefy, square shouldered Asgardian lifted his hand, slouched back in the chair with his chin tilted up arrogantly. “Are you saying that because you don’t know the answer? Because I’d be more than willing to help you test that out.”

A few snickers filled the air but mercifully, most of the class seemed as unamused by his remarks as you were. But before you could even think of an answer, the prince snapped off the wall, the lightning fast movement silencing everyone like a gun shot. The atmosphere in the room changed immediately, as if everyone suddenly remembered the reason you were there in the first place.

The idiot who had asked the question swallowed visibly, his sneer gone as quickly as the prince had moved. Despite being the reason for the dangerous tension in the room, the prince had never taken his hands out of his pockets. His feigned nonchalance didn’t fool anyone, and you figured it had to do with the terrifying sneer on his lips. It was only a shadow of the look you had seen him shoot his father, but you suspected it was only because he knew the barest sliver of that look was enough to do the trick with these students. On you though, it had the opposite effect.

Your shoulders dropped, the tension flowing from your body as he strolled up to stand beside you. He never took his eyes off of the students, even if his words were addressing you, “I apologize for the interruption, but you’re needed elsewhere ambassador. And I’m well aware of how busy you are with your duties and would be more than happy for you to send me any student who comes to you with more questions.”

He stepped forward, granting you permission to leave but stayed a second longer to fully address the students, “Thank you for your participation. Class is dismissed.”

The rustling of papers and the sound of people standing made you walk out faster, but you stopped as soon as you made it out the door. You had no idea how to get back to the palace. Looking around, you tried to spot the prince but couldn’t find him in the sea of people. You wondered how you had lost him so easily. At the beginning of your search a guy had stopped beside you as if waiting to ask a question and he hadn’t left so you sighed and turned, “Can I help you?”

“Midgardian,” he tutted, “You didn’t think I would let you get ambushed on your way out did you?”

The man talking was a complete stranger, but that lilting speech wasn’t. You stared wide-eyed at the meek looking student, “Wolf?”

“Don’t look so surprised,” he gestured for you to follow him down the hall, “Just because we look different does not mean I’m any more inclined to take your hand and guide you back to the palace.”

When you walked past a particularly reflective window you noticed he had disguised you in the same way he had when you had first been let out of the dungeon, and apart from a few curious looks, you made it back to the palace uninterrupted.

“Enjoy the rest of your day Midgardian.” With a little nod, he walked off, the world shimmering green around you and the prince.

Even without looking at your reflection, you knew that you had returned to normal as surely as you had glimpsed the prince’s handsome feature before he had walked off. Even though all you wanted to do was shower and nap, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he had walked away. As you opened the door to your bedroom, you told yourself that the only reason you felt that way was because, at least with him around, your days were a little less boring.

The book you were going through wasn’t telling you anything you didn’t already know, so you closed it and opened another one. When you had woken from your nap it had been raining and instead of doing nothing all day, you had decided to go to the library. If you couldn’t go out and look for your ship, then you could at least figure out the best and quickest way to fix it. And if you were really lucky, maybe find a way to make it back to Earth without needing that replacement part. It was a far stretch, but it made you feel like you were at least doing something to get your freedom back.

Although you were desperate for a way off of Asgard, mechanics had quickly started to bore you, so you had begun picking through books about the palace and the royal family. You were going over a particularly interesting passage about Odin’s collection of war prizes when you felt a presence looming over your shoulder.

You shut the book, using a loose piece of paper as a bookmark, “Hello Asger. We missed you at yesterday’s meeting.”

Although you had spoken the words to flatter and distract him, it didn’t make them any less true. The events were always easier with an ally at your side, and although the prince may have intervened on your behalf once or twice, he mainly opted for letting you fight your own battles. Not that you didn’t think you were capable of doing so, but it was nice to have someone around that meant your guard didn’t have to be held up quite as high.

“Hello (y/n). Unfortunately, I had a prior engagement or else I would have attended. What are you up to?”

“Oh, you know…” You waved a hand casually as if to say a little bit of this and that, giving yourself some time to think of a credible lie, “Just brushing up on this planet’s history. I feel like I should know something about the people I’m teaching about Earth. It only makes sense, right?”

He nodded enthusiastically, eating up your words. You knew one person in particular who would have scoffed at your words, calling bullshit as soon as they came out of your mouth, but he wasn’t here to roll his eyes at you. Without him, you easily got away with the weak lie rolling off your tongue.

When you suggested that Asger take the only other free seat at your table, it was as if your thoughts had conjured the prince and he appeared, taking a seat before Asger moved.

“Maybe another time Asger.” He drawled, “The Ambassador and I have some business to attend to.”

Asger’s lips formed a tight line but he nodded. “I understand. I will leave you to it then. (Y/n) I hope to see you at the next party.”

“Oh, you can count on it.” You said, pointedly glaring at the prince instead of the person you were supposed to be talking to.

The prince broke your staring contest for a second to wave at Asger, his fingers folding over like a child waving. “Have a nice afternoon Asger.”

You watched him leave and remembered to offer him your best apologetic smile, the kind you always seemed to be giving him when the prince was around. When Asger was out of sight and earshot, you whirled back to the prince.

“This better be good Wolf.”

He said nothing and stared at you for what felt like an eternity. You decided that continuing to glare at him was the best course of action, refusing to speak first. Just as you were about to break, he shook his head in disappointment, and it was only when you noticed him begin to fade did you realize what had just happened.

“Wait!” You shouted, shooting out your hands to stop him.

The few other people around turned to shoot you dirty looks.  

With another apologetic smile, you placated the other library goers and went back to observing the image that had so kindly obeyed your command. Like the two other times he had come to you as an image, you couldn’t find anything amiss with what you saw before you. The only time you had managed to possibly see a difference was before your bet, when you had had both the real and fake prince side by side. Even the way he drummed his fingers impatiently on the table was Loki. You knew you were missing something, and you needed to figure out what it was if you wanted to have a fighting chance at getting at least one dagger back.

You looked into his eyes, searching. It was possible you were imagining things, but the longer you peered into those emerald pools, the more you thought that they didn’t quite burn as bright as they usually did. Maybe your problem was that you were spending too much time looking at the physical and not the soul burning within.

The real prince walked up, replacing the image before you and you shook your head, deciding you were imagining things. There was no difference between this prince and the now faded image. At least you were pretty sure there wasn’t. You groaned. This bet was going to be impossible.

“Remind me again how you chose when and where to be an image?”

He shrugged, “Sometimes I like to be places before I actually get there.”

You nodded slowly, taking in his words, “And what was the reason for that now?”

“Nothing of importance.” His said in a low voice, his eyes darkening.

For a flash you thought you saw a difference in the prince now and the one before, but it was hard to know without them standing side by side. All you knew for sure was that he was lying. Or at least not fully telling the truth. You couldn’t think of any reason as to why he wouldn’t be. You weren’t too sure what had tipped you off either. It seemed that maybe you were beginning to be read the prince better than you had thought possible. You guessed the reason had to be a mix of the look in his eye and the feeling in your gut, but ultimately it didn’t matter how you knew. What you really needed to know was what he was trying to cover up. Because as much as he was starting to feel like the kind of ally he had promised the two of you would be, you knew he was only looking out for himself.

“Interesting read you’ve got there Midgardian.” He had picked up the book you’d been reading and had it open to the page you had bookmarked, “Planning on making the most of our time here, are we?”

Grabbing the book, you snapped it shut and wished you could make it vanish. “No. It’s just reading.”

“Too bad. If you ever need a guide…” He paused, eyes sparkling as he let you fill in the blanks.

“Do I need to remind you what would happen if we were seen there? Together?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer your rhetorical question. “It’s death just so you know.”

“For you probably. But I, on the other hand, am much harder to kill.”

“Then why make a deal with me if you’re so good at staying alive?” You asked haughtily. “You need me alive. You wouldn’t dare go down there with me.”

“Not need, Midgardian. Want.” He corrected, snatching the book back and flipping through its contents lazily.

The smell of old books wafted towards you and though the smell usually calmed you, it did nothing to smother the question that had been burning at the back of your mind for months now. What did he want you alive for?

However, you knew he would never answer your question, even if you did ask, so you opted for the never-failing sarcastic response instead.

“Aw prince, you want me. That’s so flattering.” You put your hand over your heart with a dry laugh.

His gaze snapped up from the book, eyes now a dark green and filled with something unrecognizable that made everything inside of you tighten. Whatever sarcastic comment you were going to add died in your throat and you swallowed thickly.

“What can I say Midgardian, I aim to please.” He purred.

“That’s a lie.” You managed.

He chuckled lightly, “It is.”

“That’s what I thought.” You crossed your arms, trying to find stability to counter the look that had sent you off kilter.

He titled his head, brows furrowed, and eyes narrowed slightly in interest, “If you don’t mind me asking, why would that be?”

You leaned forward so he would know you meant every word, “Because you seem to be the kind of person to make someone scream instead.”

“And is that such a bad thing? If you ask me, those two things aren’t that far apart.” He leaned closer, those canines flashing before he crooned, “I can prove it to you if you don’t believe me.”

You felt a clenching deep inside you, no matter how annoyed you were at him for twisting your words. You tried to ignore it, but it was hard to do with him so close, looking at you like he wanted nothing better than to prove you wrong.

“I didn’t. Ask you I mean,” You stammered, your voice barely a whisper. At least you managed to hold his stare, refusing to back down. “I don’t need proof.”

He leaned back lazily, tipping the chair onto its two back legs, “That’s too bad.”

“What are you doing here Wolf?” You blurted, trying to get ahold of the conversation again.

There was no way he had come here to taunt you and you needed to focus on that. Not on the topic that, despite all your aversion to it, seemed to make you shiver in response, even if you knew he wasn’t being serious. Even if you knew you didn’t want him to be serious. But his words had dug up the image of him shirtless from the dark corner of your mind, and the memory didn’t seem to want to go back to where it belonged.

This whole conversation was only making you more and more annoyed. You didn’t even know why the thoughts kept popping up. He made you far too angry, far too often for you to even think about taking anything he said seriously. Not that you would have even if he didn’t.

Pulling in a deep breath of air as you clenched your fist, you held it and then released both, ignoring the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out your tell, not that it was subtle in the least.

He shrugged. “I had some spare time on my hands and decided to say hi.”

“Really. Somehow I find that hard to believe.”

He blinked slowly, then dipped his head as if amending that he had been lying, “I also wanted to give you the chance to get your daggers back. It wouldn’t be fair of me if you never saw an illusion, even if it would guarantee my safety.”

The thought was one that had crossed your mind when you had agreed to the deal, but you knew you had to risk him not playing fair, only because it would be your best opportunity, even if it might not have been an opportunity at all. You had taken a chance on him, knowing a chance was better than nothing.

“You seem surprised Midgardian.”

You nodded.

He shut the book, the sound echoing in the silence. “You should know I always keep my word.”

Surprised by the honesty you found when you looked into his eyes you murmured, “I guess I should.”

He held your gaze not saying anything.

“Is that really the only reason?” You whispered when he had been silent for too long.

Your words seemed to catch him off guard and he cleared his throat, “I also wanted to tell you that I’m going to be gone for the next three weeks.”

“Where to? You asked, your suspicions flooding back.

“None of your concern.”

You lifted your hands in the air in exasperation, “Then why tell me wolf?”

What you really wanted to ask was whether he was telling you this so that you could escape with him, but you knew you had to quash that hope. There was no universe in which that hope was true.

“I’m telling you so that you don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. You’ll be surprised to know, but I do protect my investments.”

Something in you deflated at the word investment but you didn’t acknowledge it. It was only the disappointment from knowing you weren’t about to escape. “That is surprising because you don’t do much protecting when you are around.”

“Is that so?” He sighed, looking extremely annoyed, “If you don’t believe me then think of the next three weeks as a break from having to be an ambassador.”

“That I can get on board with.” You felt yourself perk up at the prospect.

“Don’t call any attention to yourself. Spend time with Asger if you must but lie low Midgardian.” He warned, “Promise me.”

Apart from the way he said Asger’s name, the seriousness in his voice and the lack of humor in his eyes made you realize that without him here, something could very easily go very wrong. His demand had shut down your flippant dismissal of him leaving and you nodded.

“I promise.”

“Good.” He nodded, his shoulders dropping slightly.

“When are you leaving?” You asked.

He stood up, taking a long look at you, scanning every inch of what he saw in a way that made you shiver, “Now.”

You nodded and opened up your book again, but he didn’t leave. You looked up and waited for him to say whatever he seemed to be chewing on.

“Midgardian?”

“Yeah?”

He smirked, “Don’t die.”

As if saying the words gave him permission to leave, he turned to go but something took over you and you stopped him by blurting, “Wolf?”

He turned slowly, brow raised, “Yes?”

You considered telling him that you wouldn’t be sad if he didn’t follow his own advice to you but couldn’t do it.

“Don’t die.” You echoed, surprised that you meant it.

Loki let out a little huff you now knew was a laugh and you watched as he wove between the tables until he turned the corner around a massive book shelf. When he was gone, you smiled. You now had three weeks of freedom and you would sure as hell use them to figure out how you were going to escape without his help.

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A Lokane Fic Idea

So I have this idea that came about since IW premiered. I don’t think I will ever write the entire thing. So I started writing a book report type of summary just to get the idea out. This monster has grown. Not even to the bulk of the story yet. I’m just gonna share to get it out there. Maybe it can give someone ideas. Or maybe I might work on it. Don’t know yet...see what you guys think.

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on Asgard, Hela reigns as Queen. Loki is her son with Laufey. He is regarded between both worlds as crown prince. He chooses to live on Alfheim much to his father’s displeasure while Hela is thoroughly pleased. Laufey reluctantly explains the marriage arrangement Hela had made at his birth to marry him off to Aelsa, princess of Alfheim. Laufey encourages his son to find a way out.

Jane opens the Einstein-Rosen Bridge. Steps through. Ego finds her and reunited her with her brother. Peter who he also just reunited with. Ego begins to teach them their powers. Yondu and the rest of the gotg2 team rescue them. Yondu survives.

On Alfheim, Loki notices the bridge opening on Midgard. He contacts his Mother who agrees it is time to open relations to the planet once again. She sends Loki, Thor, and Sif to Midgard. They make contact with Erik Selvig and Darcy Lewis. Fury comes along and they negotiate a quick treaty...just as the Chitauri attack. The Avengers are revealed who welcome their new heavenly friends. The Chitauri are defeated quickly with the help of the forces of Asgard and Jotunheim. Revels amongst the Avengers. Once all is said and done, Hela calls Loki home. Before leaving, Erik asks Loki to help him find Jane. He doesn’t believe the scientist is dead. Loki agrees leaving Thor and Sif to aid Midgard.

Jane and Peter try to use their power. Yondu tells them he’s heard of the Asgardian witches and sorcerers and their millenias of knowledge. He suggests they go to Alfheim where they are sure to find someone to help. Jane and Peter agree.

Yondu takes them to Alfheim where they meet Loki. Yondu asks what it would take to get them trained. Loki sees a quick fix to his problem. Offers a handfasting to Jane in exchange for training. Jane balks at first before Loki offers her a trip to Earth so perhaps she may learn to trust him.

Loki takes them to Earth. Here, he reunited her with Erik and Darcy while he reconnects with Thor. He tells Thor of the deal he’s made with Jane and all his reasons why. There may be Asgardian ale involved. Thor agrees with the plan but makes one suggestion. Put Fandral in front of Aelsa. Erik and Tony talk Loki up to Jane. Yondu takes Peter and Gamora to visit his mother’s grave with permission from Fury.

Loki and Jane take some time to get to know one another. He asks her to show him some familiar places on Midgard since he hadn’t been to the realm in centuries. She agrees but questions him about his powers and magic the entire time. They find common ground in their intelligence and pursuit of knowledge. Loki makes Jane a vow that he will act only as her mentor, only asking for her attentions in public gatherings and only what she finds comfortable. Jane finally agrees.

Loki leaves his companions on Midgard to make arrangements for the handfasting. First, he travels to Jotunheim to speak with his father. Laufey thoroughly enjoys the idea. Then, Loki travels to Asgard and speaks with Odin to perform the ceremony. Loki uses his best convincing speech to twist Odin’s arm who finally agrees but declares firmly that he alone will be responsible for informing Hela. Loki informs his mother of the handfasting and she loses her mind. She demands Heimdall summon Jane to Asgard at once so that Hela may judge her herself.

Loki welcomes an irate Jane at the Bifrost. She is wearing only a towel and her hair is wet. She was just getting out of a bath and she is livid. Loki quickly explains his mother’s reaction before using magic to dry and clothe her. Hela arrives at the Bifrost and eyes Jane suspiciously. A tense exchange happens before Hela declares a feast where all of Asgard should get to know their potential Queen. Loki takes Jane under his arm and tells his mother they really would like more time to be allowed to invite Jane’s family as well. Hela gifts them one day. Feast will be tomorrow.

Loki escorts Jane to the castle where his hall offers chambers for his guests. He explains that while he could offer her one of those rooms it would look more convincing if she stayed in his rooms. Jane and Loki have a discussion about what is expected over the next few days. Loki vows he will not dishonor her in any way. Jane doesn’t appear convinced.

Invitations go out to Laufey and family, the Avengers, Erik, Darcy And Fury. And to Aelsa of Alfheim. Thor warns Loki of Aelsa’s arrival. He grumbles before going to Jane. Loki tells Jane of their troubles. He suggests they attempt to look convincing and offers to try a kiss. They do and Jane mutters she’s convinced. Loki says he just really isn’t sure and invites Thor to judge. Jane demands Darcy’s presence. Once she explains to Darcy it has to look convincing, Darcy invites Black Widow, Hawkeye and Stark to judge with her. Peter tags along with Gamora and Rocket. Loki kisses Jane thoroughly. Discussion ensues. Loki finally whispers to Jane with a dastardly smile, “Well, I’m convinced.”

The feast begins. Jane is fidgeting with her royal apparel and nervous about the entire situation. She begins to rant incessantly just as their entrance is to be announced. Loki attempts to interject several times before just stealing her attention with a rather passionate kiss that leaves her gasping for air. When he is done and their lips part, Jane finally hears the roaring of the crowd as the doors to the grand ballroom have been opened, revealing the couple in each other’s arms. Laufey chuckles heartily, teases Hela about finally having some grandchildren. Hela is not impressed. They enter the hall as Jane’s cheeks are flushed. They bow to Hela and Loki formally introduces Jane Foster of Midgard, daughter of Ego. Gasps amongst the Asgardians and Jotuns. Hela coldly welcomes Jane. As dinner progresses, Frigga and Odin ask many questions of Jane who answers as best as possible. Erik speaks with Hela, working his knowledge of Norse myth to ask her questions about battles to which she thoroughly enjoys telling of her conquests. Laufey and Byleistr speak to Loki and told him he’s very wise and has chosen well. Laufey suggests his son get started on that heir immediately. Loki confesses his desire but also his vow. Laufey tells his son he’s not at all wise...Byleistr places a wager on how long the vow will last. Thor interrupts to place a wager. Sif and Fandral as well. Loki tells them all to jump into the void.

When the meal is complete, dancing begins. Hela announces the couple’s dance. Loki leads Jane to the dance floor where, despite the height difference, they flow seemlessly. During the dance, Laufey approaches Hela. Reminds her that not all arranged marriages are good ones. Reminds her of their past together because she did not wish to marry her arranged partner. He almost talks her into a kiss before she pulls her self back and declares that Loki and Aelsa will be married. Laufey glances to Loki and Jane on the dance floor and tells Hela, “You’ve been wrong before.”

At the end of the dance, Loki and Jane’s eyes remain upon one another. He kisses the back of her hand as a proper gentleman and she smiles brightly at him. He tugs her into his arms and he speaks gently to her about leaving the party now. She agrees, kisses him to make it look good. Loki begs his mother’s pardon but requests alone time with his beloved. Hela dismisses then flippantly.

Once back in Loki’s rooms, Jane changes into her own comfortable clothing. Loki does as well. They sit and talk for hours about family, interrealm politics and history. Jane says she should be exhausted but she isn’t. He explains the magic of Asgard, the realm Eternal...home of the eternal flame. Any magical being feels recharged here. He mentions she certainly is magical. Jane isn’t quite sure how take that but feels it has double meaning. She asks about the handfasting and what the ritual is like. He gives a brief explanation before smiling brightly. He suggests they have the ceremony performed at dawn before his mother awakens. Jane says Hela already hates her. Loki says don’t take it personal. She reluctantly agrees.

Odin performs the handfasting of Loki and Jane with Thor/Sif, Bylesitr/Skadi, and Darcy/Steve, Frigga, Erik and Peter/Gamora as witnesses. Upon their kiss, time freezes.

The Norns pull Loki and Jane to Nornheim through Yggdrasil. The Norn of the past, Urd, looks to them coldly. Tells them it’s about time. Verandi, Norn of the present, declares it has begun. Skuld, Norn of the future, tells them “great things will come from your union.” The Norns declare together ‘blessed be the union of our king and queen’

Time begins again. Jane and Loki practically shove each other apart. Jane demands answers. Odin asks what happened to which Jane starts to explain. Loki tried to downplay it all. Jane continues to tell the truth. Loki tried to distort it. Odin declares enough before he smiles at Loki “Your Mischief finally landed you in the right place at the right time, my boy”. Jane demands answers. Odin explains the Norns to Jane and that it appears their union will last much longer than a year and a day. Jane is eying Loki with suspicion. Odin and company give the newlyweds a moment alone. Loki swears he has no idea what the Norns have to do with anything. Jane warns him “a year and one day, Loki. That’s what was promised.” He acknowledges agreement.

Frigga has a celebratory breakfast feast arranged in the newlyweds honor. Hela is psychotically pissed. She takes a moment to threaten Jane, reminds her that she is Goddess of Death for a reason. Jane scurries away, frightened that she’s made a deal with the devil that’s gonna get her killed. Loki sees his bride flee, admonishes his mother, and seeks Jane out. He finds her in his rooms, tells her not to fear his mother. He will protect her. Jane glares at him in prominent disbelief. She says she wishes she’d never opened the bridge. Loki consoles her as best he can. A guard knocks on the door. Loki winks at Jane before he cast an auditory illusion of the newlyweds making married people noises behind closed doors. Jane buries her head in his chest as she tries not to laugh.

Loki steals their share of the wedding feast after a suitable time for newlywed activities had passed. He and Jane eat and talk. He suggests a tour of Asgard while he leaves some illusions to hide their escape. She agrees. They travel to a couple of different places, sharing stories and Loki begins to teach her some magical basics. By the end of the day, Jane figures the situation might not be so bad.

That night, Loki says they should make some sort of appearance at dinner. Jane reluctantly sees the logic and goes along. He advises her the moment she is uncomfortable she can make a suggestion to exit and he will follow. Because they spent the entire day behind closed doors, of course, they are mercilessly teased by those in attendance. After a sharp verbal dig by Hela, Jane slides into Loki’s lap and suggests they resume their private celebrations. Loki is privately delighted she’s going to this length to be convincing and follows her lead. They kiss and it becomes passionate rather quickly. They transport back to his rooms. Where they slowly end their kiss, Loki and Jane fight for breathe and struggle with their responses to each other. Jane excuses herself and goes to take a cold shower. Just before she goes into the bathroom, she takes a moment to thank him for showing her Asgard. Once she leaves, Loki speaks to himself saying he’s condemned himself to a fate worse than Helheim.

#lokane #loki #jane foster #loki/jane #jane/loki #jane x loki

[dorianfiftyshadesof-gray]

Illusion in the Dream

Chapter IV

Summary: Loki has a choice: a lifetime imprisonment or a marriage to an enemy princess for an alliance. He chooses the latter. The Princess Sigyn is forced into an arranged marriage by her father, Surt of Muspelheim, to a stranger Asgardian Prince. Fire and Ice; the two could not be more different yet both can cause destruction.

Pairing: Loki x Sigyn

Word Count: 1097

Rating: M

Warnings: None

Previous Chapter...

Am I sure I’m in Asgard and not Jotunheim? How is this “summer” for the Aesir? Sigyn tries to gather more blanket to wrap around herself. To no avail, she lets out a loud huff and turns around. Through her balcony, the night sky illuminates her room with a soft glow. Sigyn slips out of her bed and begins to walk about the room, wrapping her arms around herself. To her left is an enormous, white-marble bathing room, with a sizeable claw-foot tub in the middle.

Opening the doors of her bedchamber, Sigyn strolls into the antechamber, her bare feet slapping against the tiled flooring. She blows on a rococo candelabra, setting each wick aflame with her magic. The flickering light irradiates the room, sending a surging feeling of homesickness through Sigyn. She cannot help it, the sentiment clinging to her like a blister on skin. She should feel relieved to leave a home that has betrayed her; chewed her, and spat her back out again. Yet, it is her home anyhow.

Sigyn settles herself on one of the settee sofas, gazing at the candles. Tomorrow, she shall meet with the Allfather and discuss the negotiations of the treaty. Her father has sent a diplomatic party along, so she will not be completely alone in the lion's den. Sigyn's eyelids begin dropping, tiredness wracking her body into a fitful slumber. The firelight extinguishing alongside with her.

***

"Your Highness," a feminine voice awkwardly coughs.

Sigyn rouses awake, nose pressing into the couch. Turning around, she finds herself face-to-face with one of her handmaids, eyes disconcerted.

"What is it?" Sigyn grumbles.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but the negotiations shall convene within the next hour."

Sigyn dismisses the handmaid with the wave of her hand. Once alone, she drags herself up with a groan, her limbs stiff from the uncomfortable position she slept in. Ambling to the bathing room, she is met with a hot bath. Sigyn strips off her nightgown, the material pooling at her feet, and hops into the tub. The heated water soothes her aching body, washing away the tension. When clean, she dries herself off with a towel and examines her appearance in the large mirror. Dark circles encompass her steely-black eyes as she stares at herself. She runs a brush through her bed-head hair then braids it back. She applies a lotion on her face then a charcoal liner upon her eyelids. This is as presentable as I'm going to get, it seems.

Wrapping a robe around her body, she finds her bed made and her handmaid awaiting her attendance.

"Shall I assist you in getting dressed, Your Highness?" the woman asks.

"That won't be necessary," Sigyn declines, loathing the idea of a stranger assisting her for such personal matters.

The handmaid gives her a confused and slightly judgemental look before leaving with a curtsey. Sigyn presumes her new handmaids and she won't be chums. She recalls how well she and her attendants in Muspelheim got along, drinking and gossiping till the late hours of the night. She dresses herself in a high-collar black gown, embroidered with gold with a fitted bodice and a flared skirt. Respectable, dignified, spartan. Sigyn finishes off the look with an aureate headpiece, a symbol of her stature. She will show these Asgardians that she is not some little girl held captive, she is the daughter of a king, forged with iron; a warrior at heart. She will settle for nothing less.

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Why is my presence even expected at the negotiations? In what way do they think I excel at diplomacy? Does no one remember that time I started a war? Or that other time when I started a war?

When dressed in his formal armour, something glinting in the sunlight catches Loki's eye. A wry chuckle of derision escapes his lips at the sight of the golden crown. Though it is expected he wears his most dignified apparel for the best possible impressions, the pang of personal depletion stings no less. The antlered headdress reminding him of his failures on Midgard. Loki settles crown upon his ebony-locked head, heavy with weight and shame. The feeling of it is familiar but nevertheless painful.

He gazes at himself in the full-length mirror, beholding the God he used to be. The one who had power dripping from his teeth, who made every pathetic mortal kneel before him, an embodiment of divinity. Now, he is a hollow ghost of that figure, dressing in make-believe. He detests this feeling; like a ragged tempest trapped inside a puddle.

Loki appraises himself one last time before leaving his rooms, not wanting to give Odin the pleasure of chiding his tardiness. The guards positioned outside his door follow him a few paces behind, hands readily grasping the hilts of their swords. How wonderful, I have my own babysitters. Loki makes his way to one of the smaller halls where the meeting is to commence. As he reaches the entrance, he turns to the guards.

"Relax men, I just managed to elude the dungeons. It is fairly unlikely I will do something to only end up back in that predicament."

The guards warily eye each other before standing to attention.

"Good call," Loki snickers.

The Allfather sits at the head of the table, and his ministers in a row across one end. They look up at him, expressions indifferent, then returning to discussing their strategies before the Muspelheimian counterparts arrive. Odin offers Loki a curt nod as he takes his place, leaning against a pillar. He notes Thor's absence. He's probably off hitting something with that hammer, the only way he knows how to solve an issue.

The visiting delegates soon pool into the chamber, all dressed in the traditional black robes of their realm, and bow at the Allfather. As the envoys stand behind their designated seats, the Asgardian ministers and Odin rise. Sigyn enters, head high. Loki only now realises how small she is, at least more than a foot shorter than he; even in the heeled boots she is wearing. Despite her practically dwarfish stature, she poses a rather intimidating silhouette, holding a commanding gaze to the men surrounding her.

Sigyn positions herself on the other head of the table and curtsies towards Odin. "Allfather, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

Odin returns the gesture with a bow and an affable smile. "Princess Sigyn, so good of you to join us."

As Sigyn sits, the rest of the congregation follows.

The Allfather clasps his hands on the table. "Let us begin."

A/N: Yikes, I haven't updated this in more than a year. If you're still interested I'll be resuming this story on a more regular basis. Feel free to give some feedback (especially on grammar and such because I know there are probably some errors on this). I'd love to have an editor if anyone is interested!!

#pre thor the dark world #loki x sigyn #loki fanfiction #loki and sigyn #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki (marvel) #marvel #marvel fanfiction #au #sigyn #norse mythology #logyn #thor #thor the dark world #thor ragnarok #illusion in the dream #logyn for the win! #tom hiddleston #emilia clarke

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Little Love

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Loki x Short!Reader

As requested by anonymous:  hey so could you write a loki x reader where the reader is super short?? anything besides that is really up to you (: ty babes i love your blog sm!!

A/N: YAAAAS! THIS IS FOR ALL MY FELLOW SHORTIES OUT THERE!

You felt at peace out in nature. There were no bustling cars, yammering people, cyclists ready to run you over. Nothing but you, the sun, and nature. 

You walked among the brushes of wildflowers. Hands brushing along each petal, appreciating the texture of each one. You came across a particular flower that reminded you of a blue-eyed God of Mischief. You smiled to yourself as you fondly stroked its petals. You admired the flower more until a shadow came over you.

“Hello, little love.” 

Your smile grew wider as you turned to face the God of Mischief himself. You wrapped your arms around his taller form, “Took you long enough!”

Loki chuckled, “I’m sorry. I had family business to take care of.”

“Care to elaborate?” you asked, craning your neck to look at your handsome Asgardian god.

He shook his head, “I’d rather not.” 

You stepped back and took in his attire, “Is this really how you think you’re fitting in here?”

Loki frowned looking at his apparel, “You don’t like it?”

“Oh, I love it. It’s just too...formal?”

Loki scoffed, “What? You want me to dress like my brother? He looks like a homeless man?”

“A very attractive homeless man,” you say teasingly making Loki scowl. You giggled, “I’m only joking,” you take his hand, “C’mon. I have an area set up for us!”

You drag Loki further into nature to reveal a picnic set up. He smiled fondly, “It’s wonderful.”

“It’s not an Asgardian feast but-”

“But nothing,” Loki lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed it, “It’s still wonderful, because you did this.” Loki then proceeded to sit down beside you on the picnic blanket. You pulled out various containers of food and desserts. 

You and Loki spent hours chatting, eating, snuggling, and best of all, kissing. Loki would choose to kiss you in the most random times. At one point, he chose to kiss you whilst you were in the middle of eating a cupcake. 

He hummed as he licked the frosting from his lips, “Sweet, but not as you, little love.”

You rolled your eyes, “No need to woo me, Loki. I’m already yours.”

He took your hand and kissed it like before, “That you are.”

All of a sudden, a streak of light came directly from the sky. Within seconds, Thor stood before you.

Loki immediately stood as his brother approached, “We’re in the middle of something.”

“I know, but,” Thor spotted you and smiled, “Hello, Y/N.” 

You waved, “Hey, Thor!”

Thor brought his attention back to Loki, “Anyway, I know you’re busy, but something’s come up. I need your help.”

Loki’s jaw clenched, “You really do know how to spoil things, don’t you brother?”

You stood up staring up at the two tall men, “It’s okay.” You then looked directly at Loki who stared down at you, “It’s okay, Lo. It sounds important. You should help Thor, go be a hero.”

Loki brought his hand to your cheek, stroking it lovingly, “But you’ve been waiting for me for so long.”

“I can wait longer,” it was your turn to take his hand and kiss it, “I’ll always be here when come back.”

Loki bent down and captured your lips. The intimate moment making Thor look around as if this wasn’t happening right before his eyes, “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

“You know where to find me.” 

Loki and Thor walked some feet away. Thor lifted up his hammer and hollered, “Heimdall!” 

You blew a kiss to Loki before a streak of light consumed him and Thor.

#loki x reader #loki #loki imagine #marvel

[pandachamp]

AVENGERS 4 TRAILER ANALYSIS

Whoop Whoop! The new Avengers trailer just dropped this morning at 7am (USC) and I couldn’t be more excited!

To prove how much of a fanatic I am about the MCU, I made a scene by scene analysis of the one minute trailer. Be aware of the long post ahead, we’re diving in deep.

So I split up the analysis by three things. I put a voice over as stand-alone quotes right above the shot it correlates to. Every time there is a shot change, I put a new dash. Whenever the scene itself changes (ex. from Space to Earth) I write down the new area we are watching. Keep in mind that sometimes the shots and scenes of trailers do not occur in order. (But I’m sure ya’ll know that)

Trailer Watch:

Scene: Tony and his recording to Pepper in the cockpit of a ship

-Tony’s iron man head is ruined. It is the right side of his helmet. This isn’t accurate to what we see in Infinity war. You can find the youtube video I watched to find this out here. Tony had his helmet smashed off. The left side of his face was open and the right side was still intact before Thanos hit him across the head the whole thing came off. Soooooo, either Tony has another suit with him (wouldn’t surprise me) and then got into a separate fight, or I got it wrong and that was not the last time we see the Iron Man suit in Infinity War. EDIT: I rewatched it since I posted, the helmet is not ruined, it is meticulously taken apart. What if Tony was trying to give power to the ship through the Iron Man suit? That power is going to run out ‘tomorrow’ and the ship will then have no power to give them oxygen. 

Tony VO “This thing on?”

-The interior of the ship he is on is similar to ones from the guardians of the galaxy. Making me think he is on their ship.

“Hey miss Potts, If you find this recording…”

- He is wearing a black tank top and his triangle arc reactor is showing through the shirt. He looks physically exhausted and tired. The last outfit we see him in on Titan was a zip-up sweatshirt, but I don’t expect that to be the only thing he had on him.

“Don’t feel bad about this. Part of the journey is the end. Just for the record, being adrift in space with zero promise of rescue is more fun than it sounds.”

- Honestly, I thought the ship in space was Falcon. I got excited for a hot second there. It is not. Then my brain started working again ‘you really think Falcon would be in space? Did you forget that Sam was dusted too?’ Thanks, brain, I really needed to remember that Sam got dusted. Thanks.

“Food and water ran out four days ago. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning. That’’ be it.”

- Tony’s outfit is different. He now has a red long-sleeve shirt on. He is standing and looking out the front of the ship. There is something blue and bright on the right bottom corner of the screen, but it doesn’t seem artificial, maybe there is a bunch of bright nebula’s. Speaking of Nebula, we haven't seen her on this ship yet.

“When I drift off I will think about you. It’s always you.”

-my heart 

-the ship’s screens in the background seem to be disrupted. There is something else that is wrong with the ship.

Scene: wherever Thanos is

- his armor is off and hung like a scarecrow. His hut we see at the end of infinity war is in the background. The landscape is hilly and looks like it could even be earth. (Dear Lord I hope not)

Natasha VO “Thanos did exactly what he said he was going to do…”

- We see the gauntlet. It is wrecked. It looks just as burned as it did after the snap in infinity war.

- The plants Thanos is walking in are not from earth. He is on a different planet. I can’t tell where he is walking to, but he is going toward the sun. It’s all quiet and peaceful, just like he wanted. 

Scene: Avenger’s compound

- A sky view of the compound. It is completely empty, there’s hardly as much movement in comparison to other scenes. Thanos really did do it.

“He wiped out…

-Cap is crying. I am crying. We all are crying. I miss him too, Cap. I miss him too.

“Fifty percent of all living creatures.”

-50% of living creatures! Not just humans! This means that there are fewer animals too. Do plants count?

- Next, we see Bruce standing in front of a screen showing missing avengers. We see Scott Lang as the main face he is looking at, but a smaller screen also shows both Shuri and Peter Parker as MISSING. Shuri got dusted as well! He looks at Scott and puts his hand in his face.

- We then get another shot at the compound. This time it looks like a hanger for maybe the quinjets? Nonetheless, it is empty.

Steve VO “We lost. All of us”

- Thor is 1. In human clothing (and man does he look good) 2. Sitting solemnly against a background that is pretty indistinguishable. At first I thought it was the Asgardian cells, but then I remembered that he was last on earth. He is most likely at the base with Cap and Nat. He looks defeated. He had him. He had the power to kill Thanos! He didn’t truly avenge Heimdall’s and Loki’s death. He truly has nothing more that he could lose.

Scene: Tony and Nebula’s spaceship

- We see Nebula for the first time in this trailer. This is most definitely the ship the Guardians we’re using in the last film. She steps around the corner and is either going toward the cockpit or away from the cockpit, I can't distinguish. She is very slow in her movements, pausing and looking down. (Could this be that she just saw Tony die??) She looks defeated. Does she need the same amount of food and water and oxygen that humans need? This makes me wonder about how much of her is a robot.

“We lost friends. We lost family.”

- Nebula’s hand is sliding off Tony’s shoulder. I didn’t see any movement from Tony. With the wording that goes along with this scene, we are led to assume that this is when Tony dies. ... NOT ON MY WATCH MARVEL!

Scene: In Chinatown or in an actual Asian city.

- We see a hooded figure wiping blood off of this weird looking sword thing. Honestly, at first, I thought they brought daredevil into Avengers. I knew they wouldn’t, but I had no clue who this was.

-Nat stands behind this hooded figure who is standing over the body of a man in business apparel and two other men in the background in white clothing. The guy at the hooded man’s feet is most likely the boss and still looks alive at this shot. The hooded man begins to remove his hood and then a mask. It shows unruly hair and I was freaking out thinking it was Klaw. Who else has hair like this?

“We lost a part of ourselves”

-IT'S FREAKING CLINT. But is it? Or is this is new alter ego Robin? Robin is the alter ego of Hawkeye but Robin only came after a bad event. I'm betting he lost someone in his family if not all. Think about it. In infinity war, Nat said that Clint chose to be with his family instead of fighting Thanos. What would push Clint to leave his family again and become this vigilante-esque man? IF HIS FAMILY GOT DUSTED. Clint ‘loses a part of himself’ and becomes Robin, the bad-boy alter ego of Hawkeye.

“This is the fight of our lives”

Scene: Nat and Cap are dressed and ready to go into action and standing in the quinjet.

-Cap brings out his compass with the picture of Peggy. My goodness the love that this man has for her is crazy. I know that there are people who low-key ship Cap and Nat (I was even on board for a bit), but I don’t think anyone should be with Cap unless it’s Peggy. Those two were meant to be together, but sadly, time kept them apart. RIP Peggy Carter.

- Nat to Cap “This is going to work, Steve.” Cap, “I know it is.” looks over to Nat “Because I don’t know what I’m going to do if it doesn’t” Okay, guys! There’s a plan! There is no indication of what they’re doing or where they’re going but at least there’s a plan!

At this point, we get some Bomb™ music and the wonderful intro to the title of this movie AVENGERS: END GAME

“Hi, uh, is anyone home?”

-okay wait hold up. WHAT? Isn’t that Scott’s voice?

Scene: The Avengers compound. Looking at a screen (the same screen that showed Scott as MISSING)

“This is Scott Lang. We met a few years ago at the airport in Germany? I got really big.”

- Steve and Natasha were surprised with this video on the screen. Steve stands up, confusion on his face. Wait, he’s alive? He asks “Is this an old message?” Nat then stands up.

“Ant man? Ant ma — I know you know who — I know you know that.”

Nat says “That’s the front door” 

- In the background of the security footage, we see that Scott came up in this great looking van. So now we have both Scott and Clint coming back to help out the team. Did Scott also lose his daughter?

“That’s me. Can you buzz me in?”

End of Trailer!

AND IT COMES OUT IN APRIL GUYS I’M SO EXCITED!

#avengers #captain america #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #avengers 4 #trailer #nebula #tony stark #iron man #thor #bruce banner #avengers endgame #analysis #im so excited #scott lang #ant man

[striithasynja]

start for @wirelessmusing​​

     Inconspicuous was not a word one could use when referring to the goddess. Even when armor and asgardian leather was left at home, the big sword at her waist still drew attention. If people were to glance at her either way, so be it with her full apparel. At least, she would be herself, the warrior, and would be prepared for any battle that might happen. And, as unexpect as it was to her, a lot happened in Midgard. The few experiences she had should’ve been a warning to what waited for her. It was no war, nothing anything near something that would make her feel at home, blood bathed and with enemies at her feet. But there was always something. A minor incident to something bigger. Perhaps it was not her duty to involve herself in human affairs, but the brunette could not avoid to see herself getting caught in midgardian troubles, one after the other.

     There were hostages at the bank, she’s heard on her way there, sword and shield at her back. Strategy wasn’t really her forté, but she would have to think about something since just kicking the door could end up with casualties. And it would not be her. Stopping across the street, her eyes went  through the police and agitated civilians and stopped at a known figure. They’ve never met, but it would’ve been strange for her to be ignorant about him, especially after living amongst humans for so long. 

     Changing direction, she walked towards him. If he was also present, then their objectives were the same. “Captain America, I presume. I am Lady Sif, of Asgard.”

#wirelessmusing #rp #v;steel yourself #t;their objectives were the same