#at least Loki's place has video games

[worstloki]

AU where Loki gets banished for Thor/Warriors 4 going to Jotunheim and he just settles down on Earth. Copes with the blue arm by ignoring it completely since he's been disowned and dumped on Earth anyway. There's probably a way to 'prove himself worthy' and 'get back to Asgard' but he never bothers with it.

#years later Thor uses it like a getaway home #which would annoy Loki more if he didn't decide not to care about everything already #Thor running off to him after arguing with their father over some petty thing and asking if he can stay over a while #basically staying over at his bro's house bc his bro moved out and is far away now #Odin never restricted Thor from visits but is getting impatient about Loki returning #Odin was waiting for Loki to get back to promote Thor to king #but Loki has no intention to do that and when Odin realises this he blows a gasket #no wonder Thor's always pouting and dragging his feet around the palace #no brother his friends don't fare perfectly fine on quests anymore and his father delayed his coronation for the foreseeable future #smh #at least Loki's place has video games

[gffa]

Over the last week, I decided to go ahead with bookmarking all the fics I've recommended over the years on AO3 since I abide by tumblr poll results always (and man pour one out for all the fic that never made it to AO3 or has since been deleted, sooooo many gems lost to time!) and it was a bit more than the ~3,000 I was expecting:

Hopefully, this will be easier than browsing the hundreds of recs posts I've made, since you can filter for any of the author's tags now! These are mostly focused on Star Wars and DC fandom, but I did my time in the anime mines and occasional tours through some TV fandoms or movies. You can dig into everything unfiltered and start your own filtering, or the bigger fandoms you'll find:

MAJOR FANDOMS: Each of these should have 100+ at minimum and, in the case of Star Wars, literally almost half of them are in that fandom. Look, Star Wars fandom might be a trash fire in a lot of ways, but it is ON FIRE with some good fic. (Older bookmarks not guaranteed to match my current sentiments, especially re: the Jedi, but they did catch my fancy at that point in time!)

STAR WARS: - All Star Wars -OR- All Star Wars minus the Obi-Wan/Anakin ship - OR- Nothing BUT Obi-Wan/Anakin

BATMAN/DC: - DC can sometimes be tricky, but you can do a Batman* search and get most of them (though, sometimes Nightwing* or Young Justice* or Superman* will catch some of the others). Honestly, though, you might want to just do a search for what character or dynamic you like and have fun from there, because otherwise you're getting a face full of my Dick Grayson Is The Center Of The Universe And I'm Making That Everyone Else's Problem agenda. ;)

MARVEL/MCU: - Marvel* will probably get most of the various properties, though you may want to filter for Defenders* or Guardians of the Galaxy* if you're interested -OR- Marvel* without the Thor/Loki - These focus a lot on the Thor* fandom if you want to witness the results of like 8 years of constant voracious reading in that fandom (Minus the ship), because, seriously, I read a LOT of Odinson family fic. - Bonus, just do a search for Maximoff* to find some really good X-Men: First Class-verse because, listen, I have been ALL ABOUT the Maximoff twins since long before the movies or MCU brought them over and I will DIE ON THE HILL of "Marvel, make Magneto their bio-dad again or I'm never reading another comic of yours ever".

TOLKIEN/LORD OF THE RINGS/SILMARILLION/HOBBIT: - Tolkien* -OR- Hobbit* -OR- Lord of the Rings* searches will turn up most of my Elf-hunting, I primarily focus on the Sindar Elves, but look I can't resist my problematic Feanorian faves or that I will die on the hill that Fingolfin is the best ever. (You have NO IDEA how sad I am that so much fic on Stories of Arda or FFNET is not easily bookmarked on AO3, sob. I externally bookmarked a few of the bigger ones, but sooo many shorter faves are missing from my recs tag.)

CLAMP: - X/Tokyo Babylon legitimately bums me out because it's not a huge fandom and yet so much of what was written was pre-AO3 and lost when CLAMPesque went down or was never brought over from Livejournal, yet this fandom (well, the Seishirou/Subaru pairing) still burns brightly in my heart.

MINOR FANDOMS: Ones that probably only have under 100 bookmarks (often around the 20-30 bookmarks range), but will at least give you a place to start! ANIME/MANGA: Bleach | Cardcaptor Sakura | Dragonball | Finder no Hyouteki/Viewfinder | Katekyou Hitman Reborn! | Kuroko no Basuke | One Piece | Sailor Moon | Madoka Magica | Naruto | Princess Tutu | Trigun | Weiss Kreuz | Yuri!!! on Ice

BOOKS: Chrestomanci | Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

DRAMAS: Nirvana in Fire | The Untamed -OR- Modao Zu Shi

TV SHOWS/MOVIES: Community | Game of Thrones -OR- ASOIAF | Good Omens | Hannibal | Highlander | The Old Guard | Our Flag Means Death | Stranger Things

VIDEO GAMES: Dragon Age: Inquisition | Final Fantasy 8 | Genshin Impact | Okami

BANDS: Arashi

All right, whew, that was actually a fun project, despite how much work it was to hunt down a lot of older faves to see if they were on AO3, hopefully you'll find this useful!

#lumi.txt #fic recs #star wars fic recs #batman fic recs

[bunny-heels]

Tell us more about your take on Zane. I believe he has given in to the bad side of things. However, he is a delicious evil that we would like to try ~~this bitch stole my sanity 🙏🫡 when she appeared shirtless on a bed with her back~~ but back to the question why Scratch didn't use Zane to leave the dark place??? Or did Zane just give up on going out and just want to do his art??

god Zane....

for one, im fairly certain the actual Zane and Barbara are fully dead. Alan used whatever he knew about Zane to make him a guide, similar to the Dark Presence using Barbara as a host body.

being honest, i think the Zane we get in the second game is Scratch, 100%. im not sure why he went with making him a film maker. maybe because Alan knew about the Casey movies that were being made and he used that as a way to mock him since he clearly hated them.

but i also think Zane+Scratch is Loki. since on the Old Gods site it said he was known for being a big problem in the group and was almost kicked out until he just disappeared on his own.

would also explain why he just never fucking mentions Barbara despite her being very important to him in the first game so.

but other than that i do think he's very silly and very clearly pansexual with a high libido and is always on at least one or two shrooms a day. someone on twitter posted a video of dialogue ive never seen before where Alan asks Tim about meeting Scratch and Tim's like "yeah he was smoking and very touchy-feely and ran away when i told him i was a cop" and Alan just going "that. that wasnt Scratch."

that man wants to fuck soooo bad someone's gotta sleep with him at least once to get him to shut up

#the bun answers #alan wake #alan wake ii #alan wake 2 #thomas zane #thomas seine #mr. scratch #remedyverse #remedy entertainment #remedy connected universe

[nerdieforpedro]

Getting to Know Me tag game

Thanks to @pamasaur for tagging me. 😘

Top Three Ships: As of late? Dave York x reader, Tommy Miller x reader and Frankie Morales x reader. (Unsure if I answered this correctly, ships = parings to me. lol)

Favorite color: Blue - has been for years, since I was a wee little Nerdie. Now warming up to reds and purples. Dash of yellow in there sometimes, just for pizazz.

Last song: Only Girl in the World by Rihanna. (I was listening to music on the car ride home and singing along in a key that only I will hear, and likely some poor dogs somewhere. 🤣)

Last Book: A light novel called "Onmyoji and Tengu Eyes: The Spirit Hunters of Tomoe" by Yoshiko Utamine. It had mystery, bromance, angst, supernatural elements and had a modern day Japanese setting. I was hooked, haven't read the second one yet.

Currently Watching: My mom and I started "Loki" season one. After she finished 'The Mandolorian' season three, I told her to pick between Andor and Loki. She told me that she's a Tom Hiddleston fan (news to me) now that she's seen him dance (not sure where, could have been many a video) I now wonder what she is watching on her phone. She spoke about his slender hips and of course his accent. Also watching 'The Irrationals' and 'Found" MPG should not make me feel things in his role on 'Found'. @megamindsecretlair help me understand 😫

Current Obsession: Pedro Pascal, Writing fanfic about Pedro Pascal characters, reading writers' Pedro Pascal character pics, working on my BSN so when I'm ready to leave bedside I can. Also Pedro Pascal stationary and stickers, I spread them on my unit at work. Someone stuck one on a computer and environmental services liked it and left it. I started giving them to docs, NPs, PAs and other departments I like. 🥰

Currently working on: Too many WIPs. I got series hanging in wind, I've made late night notes of ideas that are very strange bullet points when I wake up and I'm trying to focus which I'm not great at. Right now, it would be Tommy Miller, Javier Peña and Dieter, but I may finish my Dave York series first so at least one is finished.

Country I want to visit: Japan for sure. The United Kingdom because of double decker buses. Belize and Ireland due to parts of my family being from there, plus they're so vastly different, how did the one side of my family get to both places?

Welp, per usual, I went too long. It's likely was too much anyone really wanted to know.

No pressure tags: @yorksgirl @awilderi @iamasaddie @beefrobeefcal @beabliss @laurfilijames @musings-of-a-rose @mandoisapunk @josephquinnswhore @maggiemayhemnj

#getting to know you #fanfiction #things you learn about your mom #I think fangirling is in my blood #stickers #music #people I like #you gotta mark you peeps with a sticker #travel is fun

[kyndaris]

The Nature of a Thing

Ever since I was young, there were two things that captured my imagination. The first were stories that mostly revolved around the hero’s journey. It could be from books or games, but the idea of saving the world always encouraged me to be the best version of myself. The second, of course, was mythology. Greek, Norse and Egyptian were the main three that caught my eye. I was obsessed about stories revolving the gods, demi-gods and whatever shenanigans they might have gotten themselves into. Many of these are already known by the wider world and through emphasis in popular culture: the drunken adventures of Loki and Thor, the murder of Osiris by the envious Seth, or Heracles and his twelve labours.

What I didn’t realise was that many of the character I looked up to played into very stereotypical archetypes. After attending selective high school and learning about tropes in high school, as well as watching copious amounts of video essays on YouTube, I like to think I’m now a dab hand at pointing at a character on screen and rattling off their attributes. This is, after all, their ‘nature.’ It doesn’t matter if they’re reluctant heroes at the start or attractive anti-heroes, in the end, the end of their story was dictated by them. And the journey that they go on has very predictable beats. The self-doubt that creeps in, the mentor that steps in to bolster their confidence...

Tell me, how many of you, dear readers, can hear the word ‘Japanese role-playing game (JRPG)’ and not know that the game will have the main protagonist start off in some small rural village doing something as innocent as rescuing a cat up in a tree before slaying the cruel god of the world right as the credits roll?

Form and settings can change, but the nature remains the same.

And this is the very thing that is explored in God of War: Ragnarok. One that is excellently brought to light when Kratos and Freya visit the Nords and realise that prophesy is merely the understanding of the moving parts of the world.

But we’ll get back to that later.

Years have passed since the events of the first game. Atreus has grown up into a curious teenager, eager to find his own place in the world and chafing at the direction his father sees for him. True, he doesn’t always make the right decision, but he’s learning. Kratos, on the other hand, feels like he’s been stuck in a rut since the revelations at Jotunheim. He has seen the patterns and fears for the safety of his son. During the long years of Fimbulwinter, he has prepared his son to live without him but, it is clear as the game progresses, Kratos is also scared of leaving his son alone. A typical parent fear, if you think about it, when children have grown up and want to leave the nest.

Honestly, I hadn’t expected Kratos to be such a protective parent when it came to his son, having seen his rage dictate most of his actions in the Greek era of games and his more stoic and standoffish approach in the first game. But while he does make the occasional misstep, it’s clear that Kratos loves his son dearly and wants only the very best for Atreus. 

Besides, you have to also love the fact that Mimir also essentially serves as a second father to Atreus. What with his stories and the occasional pearls of wisdom that he drops. A far different approach to what Kratos brings to the table.

And so, from a simple hunting trip out in Midgard, where they are attacked by a still vengeful Freya, Kratos and Atreus are soon roped into a quest to stop the end of days: Ragnarok and rail against fate. Or, at least, that’s what they initially assume. As the game goes on, and prophecies are unveiled, their quest becomes one to stop the machinations of Odin, the All-Father. In comparison to the first game, it’s a bit more complex with a lot of moving parts. In fact, rather than keeping the game solely focused on Kratos, the game also puts gameplay focus on Atreus as he tries to find a way to keep his father safe and forge his own path.

It all plays well with the theme of letting go of one’s preconceptions. And, when it comes to parenting, allowing your children the agency to make their own choices and mistakes rather than dictating them at every turn. Something Kratos initially struggles with but learns to accept after his trip with the Norns.

And, just like last time, there are no cuts when it comes to the camera. While this did make transitions between scenes more difficult to manage, somehow the team of Santa Monica managed to pull it off. Even if it was a little awkward at times - such as with the dream sequences, and the change in perspective from Kratos to Atreus and vice versa. I mean, let’s be honest, I couldn’t have been the only one that thought Atreus placing his knife on a barrel, only for Kratos to pick up the exact same knife was a little strange, right? Nor did I much like how the walls and bedding had to be placed behind Kratos as he transitioned from a dream with Faye to being back in his soft bed. 

It was like seeing the magic behind the scenes rather than being pulled into the story.

Still, I have to commend Santa Monica for committing to their artistic vision. Even as I was frustrated at the fact that half the time, the camera was solely focused on Kratos and his reactions whilst other character flitted in and out of the scenes from behind or entered just out of view of the camera. What’s worse was that there were no footsteps or acknowledgement of the other character until they stepped into view.

I know Kratos is unflappable but he merely grunted when Hildisvini came up from behind in Muspelheim to say that he was taking Mimir with him to Niflheim.

This might have been an issue in the combat but thankfully companions are able to provide ample warning, allowing for frequent blind dodging on my part, as well as the occasional use of the block button. From a combat perspective, I did feel like the Ragnarok was a lot more fluid than the previous game. It helps that Kratos begins the game equipped with both the Blades of Chaos and the Leviathan Axe. But the Spartan Rage ability was also a lot more versatile. Yes, Kratos can still unleash it to pummel an enemy into oblivion and regain health but he is also able to simply use it solely to heal and in an all-out attack.

Unfortunately, during the intervening years of Fimbulwinter, Kratos also somehow lost the armour he previous had and the skills he had acquired over the course of the last game. Why? Who knows. But hit skill tree was woefully empty and all my maxed out armour pieces were missing. Kratos did provide a semi-explanation but I don’t feel like it was adequate.

So many hours...wasted...

Still, I felt like the sets in Ragnarok were better able to cater to my play style. In fact, it’s probably the only reason why I was able to nab the platinum for this game. Yes, you read that correctly, dear reader. Another platinum has been claimed! And that was because this game was much more forgivable than its predecessor. You gotta love armour perks that heal you!

The one other thing that irked me about the game was how wooden characters would be when it wasn’t a cutscene. During my treks through Yggdrasil or the other realms, Kratos, Mimir, Freya and Atreus would occasionally banter. But when I looked back at my companions, the dead-eye stare I received back was perturbing to say the least.

Other than that, I very much enjoyed my time with Ragnarok and the story it wanted to tell. As well as the philosophy many of our protagonists had in terms of fate and prophecy. After all, this wasn’t so much a battle about free will and determinism so much as it was the choices one makes can dictate the path we walk in a bid to ‘be better.’ 

And while Kratos, Atreus and Freya understood that assignment, Odin - who was adamant about knowing what the future might bring so he could change it to his benefits and be in control - was ultimately unable to acknowledge that he could make a choice to end the vicious cycle he found himself in. During the final battle, he highlighted that fact with his dialogue, exclaiming that he “didn’t have a a choice.” Funny how the person who wants the most control is always the one that seems to have the least of it or claims that his failures are not the result of their own actions but those that had been put upon them.

After all, he didn’t have to kill Thor.

He could have chosen to give up his quest for knowledge and lived a happy life with his sons.

Could have stepped down from being the All-Father.

But he chose none of these alternatives.

So, I suppose if there’s one good thing about Odin, it’s the fact that he’s tenacious. And really really really good at deflecting personal fault and blame.

Music-wise, the game was excellent. Bear McCreary is talented at creating evocative pieces that sell the story beats. Did it deserve to win the Game Award for Best Music? Honestly, I’m going to have to say that Xenoblade Chronicles 3 was robbed. 

What about Best Narrative? To be fair, A Plague Tale Requiem’s ending pulled at my heartstrings more. That was a story about a girl and her brother trying to live out their best lives and hoping to find a cure to his condition. The problems they faced might not have been supernatural Gods but their battle was so much more personal and heartfelt - and more in line with the 2018 version of God of War. 

Still, God of War Ragnarok is still up there as one of the best games that came out in 2022. And when you play quite a bit of the smaller titles, rather than just big budget releases, that dig into elements of the human condition, 2022 was a pretty good year for video game releases.

Overall, I’m sad that we didn’t get the story of Loki turning into a horse to distract a stallion and coming back after 9 months with the 8-legged Sleipnir, but I’ll take what I can get. I do hope that if there is another God of War game, it’ll follow Atreus and see his wanderings across the realms of myth and legends. Hopefully we, the players, can join him as he looks to uncover more hidden giants. Preferably in Celtic folkore. It would certainly be a better choice than Egypt - a mythology that’s already been done to death in popular culture.

That, or the franchise can take us somewhere completely different.

Can you imagine: Kratos against Sun Wukong? I wonder how that might work. 

P.S. LOVED that Deborah Ann Woll was in this. I didn't quite recognise her voice but seeing Faye's model, I was like: isn't that? AND I WAS RIGHT!

#video games #god of war ragnarok #god of war #kratos #loki #atreus x angrboda #fenrir is a good boy

[arethereanyoriginalusernames]

Let’s talk… next gen!

Part 1: the kids

What’s more fun than seeing what’s next?

Ok , so this was actually something initially done just for fun with pals on Discord. And… it kinda exploded?

So, let’s go over this precious babs, who the parents are, and how their parents influence them

From top left to bottom right

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Jelly the jellyfish Demon

Age: Around 4-6 years old

Gender: Uses they/them, but it’s unclear if they identify as nb, as they “can’t choose one gender” bc they “love all of them!”

Parents: Missi, Trix The Patchwork Demon

Jelly is an air headed but loveable bean, and they make a point to say that they love everything and everyone. They love everything! … Well, except PB and J sandwiches. Jelly is very imaginative and make up complex plot lines for their plushes. They love collecting and sharing their plush toys, and they’re especially close with Irini. Jelly can be annoying and very naïve, but it’s hard to stay mad at a child who’s head is just full of jellybeans

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Moth

Age: 5-8

Gender: Intersex, uses they/them

Parents: Wasp, And Morteus The Grim Reaper

Moth is reserved and mature for their age. They have a passionate interest for bugs of all kinds, and they are frequently trailed by moths. They’re self conscious and shy, and they like to avoid conflict when they can. They will even run away from home if they think their parents don’t like each other (or at least when Wasp scolds Morteus for doing something stupid like replacing a staircase with Lego blocks). Moth fears misbehaving, and is very well behaved. Many find it funny that a child resembling a moth is literally called Moth, but it makes sense when they learn that Morteus is one of the dads.

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Soli

Age: 5-8

Gender: Female

Parents: Clairisse the Rock Angel and Jadis the Serpent Demon

Soli has a reputation for being a bit of a problem child, as she not only tends to insult the other kids, she will often ignore any adult that isn’t her parents and will deliberately act miserable to get a reaction. This isn’t just out of normal juvenile delinquency, however. Soli is shunned by many angels and even some demons, as she is half angel half demon. This prompts many to debate in front of her where she really belongs. Soli tends to take out her emotions in music, and aspires one day to perform with her moms. She’s already musically gifted and can already hold the attention of a room of people.

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Loki Malisci

Age: 5-8

Gender: Male

Parents; Chronos Cendrillon and Chess Malisci

Loki is what many would consider “a little shit”. Inheriting his father’s telekinesis, he’s known for purposefully misplacing things, and causing all kinds of mischief while talking back to adults. He’s clearly smart, and already can speak multiple languages. He also tends to laugh at the misfortune of the other kids. That being said, it’s well understood amongst the kids to not bring up his home life. Loki was the result of a one night stand, and he lives with his mother. His parents aren’t particularly close, and both are very busy. This might be why Loki acts out as much as he does.

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Irini Dracula

Age: 4-6

Gender: Female

Parents: Vlad (Lucian) Dracula and Mina Hellsing

Irini is definitely her father’s child. Jumpy, easily scared and very shy. She tends to turn into a bat when frightened. Despite this, she’s very adventurous and loves to see new places. Irini loves bats And loves helping Mina take care of them. She also loves whenever her dad plays video games as she enjoys watching him play. Irini is very close with Jelly and considers them her best friend, and she’s also the main target of Loki’s teasing apart from Vesta. Speaking of Vesta, Irini does not like Vesta at all, as she feels she’s forced to hang out with her due to their parents being friends.

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Vesta Dawnsview

Age: 4-6

Gender: Female

Parents: Phoenix Dawnsview and Persephone Zima

The general consensus with Vesta is that you would never be able to tell that Phoenix was one of her moms. Unlike both her moms, Vesta is an absolute doormat with little confidence. She doesn’t even have confidence in her powers to create and manipulate will o wisps. She’s the frequent target of teasing, and is often left out in games, adventures, etc. Older characters try to fix this, but Vesta has little hope anything will change. Nowadays, she keeps to herself and works on mastering her powers. She also has been learning skills such as music, first aid, combat, and more in the hope that it will aid her making friends.

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Shadow

Age: 6-9

Gender: Female

Parents: Unknown, adopted by Syrellis

Shadow is a shifter who can take the form of a greater bird of paradise, and … that’s often all people know about her. She rarely speaks and many even assume she’s nonverbal. That’s why she was given the name Shadow. She’s very close and appreciative of Syrellis, and wishes he’d stop believing that he isn’t good enough at looking after her. Whenever Syrellis can’t look after her, he makes sure to leave her in the care of someone trustworthy, most often with Wrenlen, the kingdom’s blacksmith. Shadow has tried helping out at the blacksmith shop, and she’s surprisingly gifted. She’s already wielded some items. Shadow also has a love for berries, and will nab them whenever she can. Shadow also suffers from mild food anxiety and thus is always checking if there’s food available.

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Clara Dawnsview

Age: 3

Gender: Female

Parents: Ifrit Dawnsview And Kingsley

People fear Clara, and frankly it’s not too surprising. At three years old, she already operates her robot assistant NC, can build a bomb, does not act like a three year old whatsoever, has intelligence comparable to the adults, and was apparently brought into the world by Azzazel, the goddess of trickery and riddles. She’s well known for being an absolute gremlin, and can legally not be left unsupervised. Clara was born deaf, and Ifrit constructed NC to aid Clara and look after her in the absence of her parents. Clara also has the power to establish telekinetic connections between people and has absolutely used this power for trolling, especially with her uncle Johnathan. She has a crush on Bronie Orlok, has a chummy relationship with her cousin Vesta, and will absolutely beat up Loki whenever she finds out he’s been teasing Vesta again.

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The Orlok Siblings

Bronie Orlok(left), Morgan Orlok (middle), Chip Orlok (right)

Age: 4-6

Genders: Female, female, male

Parents: Logan Orlok, Vinne, Connie and Ronnie

No, nobody knows how Logan, the local vinegar chugging eclectic, got 3 kids. And nobody wants to ask. Morgan and Chip are clones of Logan. Morgan is obsessed with, makes, and drinks cooking oil. Chip is conspiratorial and frequently comes up with utterly ridiculous conspiracies, that Morgan always believes. These two enjoy sleeping in wooden crates and will cause utter chaos and devastation wherever they go. And nobody likes being stuck with babysitting them. And then there’s Bronie. Often called the “normal one” Bronie is a sweet girl who knits, sews, and crochets. She’s often embarrassed by her siblings and usually ends up apologizing on their behalf. Despite their oddities and differences, the three love each other very much and wouldn’t trade each other for the world.

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Let me know what you think of the babs!

Art and characters made by me

[kindofblue28]

I found your post recommending Faust the other day when I was looking for recent posts about the Gadget games, then went ahead and watched a playthrough, and I’m glad I did even if I don’t fully understand the story. That GameBoomers forum thread did help to clear some things up, at least. I don’t know where the hell the Wikipedia plot summary describing Marcellus as the Devil got that idea from, that doesn’t seem to be the case at all, somebody should change that.

Man, that final part with Giselle hit pretty hard, though it’s undercut a bit by that sitcomy ending. This game has a tone problem, that’s for sure. Do you think it’s an exaggeration on my part to call Geoffrey Bateman (I think that’s him?)’s performance as Mef one of the best vocal performances for a video game character? The character displays a wide range of emotions and he nails it, when he laughs it sounds like he’s laughing for real. I’m so glad that the voice of Loge/Loki from RLOTN got to be in the spotlight for something somewhat better.

I think Drowned God and - to a lesser extent - Gadget have already filled up too much real estate in my brain for me to want to dive super deep into the lore and stuff, but I’ll be looking forward for your fan website to see the concept art and all that! As one of the very few people on this Earth who has bothered to document Drowned God’s completely absurd story and try to explain it, plus Gadget’s too a little, I get how kinda lonely it feels to want to reach out and tell others about such a weird thing that has interesting ideas despite its faults.

I’ll be busy for the next several days, but maybe in the near future I’ll make a TV Tropes page for Faust, and if I have any questions about characters and story elements. I feel like that site can do quite a bit to spread the word about these types of media and help clarify stuff.

Hey! Just wanted to say thanks for sending me this ask!! I'm very glad that post helped you find that game, and really happy to see another Gadget fan too. I can understand being confused about the story- I was very confused on my first couple of playthroughs too, if you have any questions I'd be glad to answer them about this game. Wasn't even aware of the stuff with the Wikipedia article- I'll try and look and see what I can do about that, because… whew, that's VERY wrong! Also completely agree with you on the part with Giselle. Really hits me hard and like, 9/10 makes me cry whenever I play thru that part- its message really helped me. Though yeah, I agree on the ending too. I feel like this game has such an issue of like, going way faster than it needs to be. I feel like a lot of the messages don't have enough time to really sit and get their point across, like, you just immediately get thrust into the end stuff after that, and doesn't even let the horror element of what happened sit? It stinks, and even if I hold this game in a really high regard, it's VERY flawed and all over the place.

Also, I definitely think Geoffery Bateman did FANTASTIC as Mef. I've listened to his roles in other Arxel games and this definitely feels like one where he got to shine- I feel like his other roles he's stuck in ones where he just sounds monotone and disinterested, where his performance of Mef sounds like, super believable and not forced at all :)

Also, can understand not wanting to dive super deep into the lore, I mean, it's been like that for me with Gadget, Faust took up too much of the braincells for this year and even if I own most of the supporting material for Gadget I just don't think I have the brain energy to dive super deep into it right now, so I totally get ya. Also cool you're a Drowned God fan- I meant to play that sorta soon, it's a game that's been on my list for years, if you took the time to play Faust, I got to at least give you the time with Drowned God too. More of these small games like these really need to be remembered- they have something to say! About the site, I hopefully should have SOMETHING up eventually. I've been kinda conflicted on the stuff in regards to Faust though, as I've debated having it moved to a wiki framework- and that might just be too much effort for one game, and I wouldn't want to be the one to make a wiki on Arxel Tribe games, as I haven't played most of them. I was planning to host the website on Neocities but my website building skills are VERY poor and that's just been stopping me from doing the pages themselves, I have the info, just not the skills :(

Either way, thank you for your ask (and your time!), you've been very kind. If you want to talk about the game at all I'm here on tumblr or on Discord (same username) :) Peace!

#asks #faustposting #7gotsposting

[daz4i]

okay but you got me thinkiing about akechi was suppose to be the hero/protag

my main reasoning is like joker is our trickster archetype which typically more likely then not take the villain role

(even going back to p4 adachi the jester arcana)

so if joker is our trickster? what does that make akechi🤔? well he IS assoitated with heroes an awfully lot

also

i would say overconfidece is a big akechi moment

ok you just unlocked a topic i am incapable of being normal about so sorry in advance for possible unhingedness (<-has a whole video essay planned about characters who are/think they are/want to be heroes but can’t do it in the story they’re forced to be a part of)

akechi’s prince persona is all about being a hero, robin hood is even designed to look like a common old school superhero, his whole theming being around heroes, whatever the fuck is happening in proof of justice certainly serves to hammer this point home: goro’s rebellion is about being a hero of justice

but that’s what it is, unfortunately - rebellion. he knows the cards he’s been dealt won’t allow him to be one, so at least in a place like the metaverse he’s allowed to live that dream his mother gave him. he has to go against society and its expectations of him in order to do it. (i’d say shido’s work requiring him to use mostly loki is another way for shido to kill remnants of akechi’s mother inside him if you wanna get very metaphorical with it)

but if we go to the meaning of protagonist, then i do firmly believe goro’s a wildcard (i mean that part’s p much confirmed in the game) and my personal hc is he was supposed to have a velvet room but yaldy prevented him from entering it, tho that part’s not backed up by anything just smth i like to think about hehe

there’s even the line in his theme song, no more what ifs, “my story will be starring me just like yours” - he is still, at the end of the day, the hero of his own story, just like his inner, younger rebellion wishes for

i think that while goro wishes to be a hero - or at least, his younger self wished for, i think at this point he knows it’s unrealistic - in a story with him as the protagonist he’d be forced to be an anti hero if anything. there’s no version of his story where the audience will see his actions and say “yeah this is heroic, selfless and just” no matter how they’ll be framed. even on a meta-textual level goro can never get what he wants 😔

but this is why i think we can’t judge him through heroic terms or standards. i also won’t call overconfidence his weakness bc i think his confidence is at least 85% fake and more of a survival thing at this point of his life lol (if he’s not confident in his plan, he virtually has nothing else to live for)

BUT TO GO BACK TO AN EARLIER TOPIC THAT I GOT OFF OF, SORRY ABOUT THAT, i want to see him go through the fool’s journey so bad. he may not be a clear slate but like,, neither are most persona protags honestly (most prominent example imo are the p3 protags). you can also read his emptiness - the sin of his scrapped palace, but also how he’s always putting on masks and there’s not much behind them anymore - as the blank slate of him being the fool. either way i think he deserves to go through this journey, i think it can be really interesting to see too

like. the game really insists that he and joker are the same except that joker has bonds and goro doesn’t, so i really want to know what goro with bonds would be like; would he be more of a classic hero? would he use robin hood more than loki (or throw them both away altogether, if we assume he has a velvet room)? would he be someone else altogether, removing his masks, at least for a bit?

idk. i did start rambling there, so sorry about that hehe. but yes many thoughts head full

#long post #local man incapable of shutting up over goro akechi #sorry this is very incoherent and the paragraphs don't connect in any way whatsoever #dan rambles

[betty-bourgeoisie]

40 , 41 , and 44 for emil , please !! <3

40) How misanthropic are they?

I think all nations have a strong love for their own people and Emil is no exception. In fact, I think he really benefits from having such a small population because it means he's able to involve himself in the day-to-day lives of his people in a way that bigger nations simply can't. He regularly volunteers to read kids' story time at local libraries and will volunteer at senior homes so he can play board games and chat with his older citizens. He frequents local markets and churches and just generally likes to hang out in community spaces as a way to check in on his people. He's been able to build real relationships with a lot of his citizens this way and he feels very lucky to have done so since that's not the experience most nations get to have with the people they represent.

When it comes to interacting with other nations it's a bit more complicated. Idk that Emil necessarily dislikes interacting with the other nations but he's in a position where, outside of the other Nordics, most of his interactions with other nations take the form of mandatory but infrequent diplomatic meetings.

And the thing is, Emil has to put a good face on it. His nation has no military and very limited natural resources so at least in a professional setting Emil has to be likable, cooperative, and diplomatic as a survival strategy. And he is good at it, but at the end of the day, it's just an act. It's very hard for him to build personal connections with other nations because being his strange and prickly authentic self is not a good way to get trade deals or smooth over international relations. Most of the other nations aren't willing to travel all the way to his country just for social time, so work is when he sees them, and work is not a place where simply being himself is an option.

41) Hobbies?

I think a lot of what would be considered Emil's "hobbies" were once survival skills. Like he knits, he spins wool, he keeps horses and sheep - but none of these really started out as hobbies, they were more about participating in the local economy. He does enjoy them though, and now that these skills are less necessary in his day to day life he still does them for pleasure.

I think since the 40's he has picked up some new hobbies. Baking is something that he's always enjoyed but wasn't able to do regularly until recently (I'll spare you the ramble on why shipping grains to different latitudes is such a god damn ordeal but believe me when I say that flour was in very short supply in Iceland for a long time). He enjoys video games and tabletop gaming. I also think it would be very funny if he transferred his knowledge of fiber arts and fishing net repairs into macramé in the 70's, like this ancient 18 year old boy just has all the ugliest, dustiest macramé in the world decorating his house and he is so proud of it.

44) Superstitions or views on the occult?

I headcanon Emil as being Asatru (or rather a Lutheran-Asatru christo-pagan if you want to get bogged down in specifics, but I think his Christianity is more cultural at this point than anything else) so he definitely does believe in the occult.

I am always a little torn on his worship practices because American Norse Paganism and Icelandic Norse Paganism are very different animals and I really only know that subculture from a U.S. perspective. Like one place I'm never sure about is worship of Loki - because on the one hand, Loki has strong association with fire and earthquakes, and I think it would make sense for Emil, representing a nation made out of volcanos, to work with that deity aspect. And on the other hand, it's my understanding that Loki worship is really not a thing that happens much in European Asatru circles and it might not make sense for him to do that- like, to my knowledge Loki worship is a mostly North American thing so idk!

In terms of superstitions and magic - Obviously, if he's Asatru, he does participate in rituals like the Blot and Sumbel which do involve some magic. I also agree with canon on the idea that Emil can see all the same magical creatures Norway can, but I don't think he considers them to be especially spooky or mystical. Emil treats the spirits and magical creatures that exist in his orbit a lot like pesky neighbors - like he's not going to get scared or ward them away or anything but he Really Wishes They Would Stop Snooping Around The Hedges Thank You. He is skeptical, but still mostly accepting of common superstitions - like he's not gonna freak out if he accidentally picks the wrong flower or something but he's certainly not going to do it on purpose.

#hws iceland #aph iceland #thank you for the ask! #this was very fun to write up!

[fmpy2]

Character 2 Component 3 - Lævateinn

For this component I need to create a weapon that is a melee weapon based of the "Lævateinn" from both mythology and marvel.

Research

Need to know how to make a melee weapon first.

I was going to use this video as a resource as I had found prior to making Loki at all however when making this I realised I didn't have enough time for real animations so I had to adapt it to work for me this also included the combat system.

Development

Result

Part 1 - Action Input

Off of the initial input it runs 3 checks one for

To check if the possessing character is actually Loki

to check if your ultimate is active "Invis"

To check if you have a gun out "Has gun? If the 3rd one is true it would run a a small script to hide the gun by setting hidden gun to true and casting to the gun blueprint and then running the hide gun custom event in it. If False it runs "Lev?" Custom event (also runs after the true line)

Part 2 - Lev?

On the custom event it is basically a flipflop component that will contradict the value of the branch condition depending on what its value is

On branch Condition - Lev Out, a variable that when true should mean the sword is out visually

True: Sets Lev out to false then runs custom event Hide Lev

False: Sets Lev out to true then runs custom event Show Lev

Part 3 - Show & Hide Lev

Hide Lev - Sets the Sword "Moved" Hidden in game

Show Lev - Sets the Sword "Moved" Shown in game

Part 4 - Use

When the sword is out you will now have the option to use it to be able to attack with it this stem off a Use action input. When Use is pressed it checks 3 times

The usual "Is Loki?"

The Lev Out variable previously mentioned checks to see if it is true

To check if the cooldown of the sword swing is done After the checks it then runs a custom event named "Swing Sword"

Part 5 - Swing Sword

First it deactivates the sword swing cooldown to false to prevent spamming then it goes into a timeline which is a timeline used to be used as a start lerp for the sword swing from Point a which is your hand to up above your head where there is a hidden placeholder sword. On the finishing of the timeline the reset sword custom event, the next node doesn't do anything I just forgot to remove it.

Red - Place holder (Hidden in game) Green - Hand (Not Hidden in game)

Part 6 - Swing Sword Part 2 After the "wind" timeline is finished it does another timeline that does the same thing but for the main swipe LERPing between the component above the head location to another placeholder. The timeline isn't a standard diagonal line this time as it is a slight curve to give it less of a unnatural feel. When it Finishes it runs "Sword Delay" Which is the cooldown subroutine mentioned earlier.

Part 7 - Swing Sword Part 3

After the timeline is finished it runs another custom event named "Reset Sword Do once" and then the middleman branch which when true would set both itself and "Has flame" to false.

On Update however (meanwhile the swing is happening) it will gather an array of all overlapping actors in which will be used to check them in a for each loop if all 3 conditions are met. The branch and actions will only continue if said actor is not itself ("!="), is tagged PLR (Tag only used on players) and if at least 20% of the timeline has played because if it doesn't it can occasionally count it twice. Then a Branch is played to see if the the activated their weapon ability "Has Flame" if it has then it will do that track (explained in weapon ability post). If false it will run the false track

*The reset sword do once is a custom event in the centre left of the image that is only ran after the timeline finished to stop the weapon stacking damage as the timeline runs the update line on tick

Part 8 - False Track

The false track will do this once to prevent a load repeating damage then it will damage the the actor array element.

Part 9 - Reset Sword

A Event that resets the location of the sword to your hand. "Cube" is a place holder for the sword that is moved "Moved". Off activation it hides the moved sword and sets it location to the placeholder.

Part 10 - Sword Delay/Cooldown

A Small string of code that stops spamming of the attack, a balancing mean. When it is cooled a delay of 0 seconds happen which just gives the code a bit of time to catch up sets the sword "Moved" Hidden in game then delays for a 3rd of a second then sets the "Sword cooldown" to true.

#Youtube

[zawazawanightmares]

Rose & Zyther

You, Rose (Street Fighter), are connected to Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you... Your partner selected the 18+ server. Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.

Rose (Street Fighter): /starter

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Zyther is stands about 5'9, has a dark, ashy complexion... silvery hair and shimmering light blue eyes. He can be mistaken for a Dark Elf at a distance if one isn't really looking at him closely, despite his other worldly appearance... he still sports human-like features. He can often be found wearing a thick leather, black duster, combat boot, along with a grey tunic-like shirt and some kind of black cargo pants... Zyther is a being that comes from and lives in a plain of existence that exists between other plains of existences. A Cosmic realm that links many universes together... He travels along these links... or cosmic highways, to visit said universes to fulfil a dark and twisted desire. He travels from place to place... stripping and publicly humiliating anyone he comes across, regardless of who they are... Whether they are famous, notorious, or just a simple every day citizen of their world. No world is beyond his reach... Anime, Disney, Video Games, and other such universes are his favorite playgrounds and can be found preying on the heroes and villains or any other characters of their respected universe... even your OC's arn't safe from him. He will find them and he will do his dirty deed to them. He's only armed with an ancient artifact in the shape of a Scroll... this artifact is god tier in terms of power. An incredibly, insanely powerful artifact thats older and even more mysterious than Zyther himself... The scroll can manipulate the minds and bodies of his intended targets, though it has some limits despite its power... The Scroll can feed him information on the world he is currently in, along with any and all information on the one he is hunting, using its vast powers to fulfil his perverted tasks... in fact, The Scroll is what gives Zyther the means to travel between universes and in truth, while Zyther can be considered dangerous in his own right, The Scroll is the true threat and is far more dangerous than him, since its immense power does give it a degree of sentient, to what extent is unknown... the full limits of The Scroll's power is also unknown... Just defeated your greatest rival? Thats when Zyther shows up... In the middle of a heroic speech? Thats when Zyther shows up... In a meeting, going to the park, going swimming? Thats when Zyther shows up... "Zyther is what happens when you're making plans..." Characters he's gotten so far: Superman and Supergirl (DC) Raven (DC) Loki (Marvel) Eleven (Stranger Things) Lydia (Beetlejuice) Lilith (Borderlands) Princes Jasmine (Disney) Trish Una (Jojo's) Link and Zelda (Nintendo) Countless OC's (Various Worlds) Yuffie (Final Fantasy) One Angel and several Demons (Various Worlds) Jack Sparrow (Disney) Meteor Survivor (Final Fantasy) Gaige (Borderlands 2) Spider-Man, Miles Morales (Marvel) Pyra (Xenoblade 2) Mia Queen (DC) Spock (Star Trek) Ochaco Uraraka (MHA) Senator Julia Brain (Pinky and the Brain) Izuku Midoriya (MHA) Barbara (Genshin Impact) Izuru Kamukura (Danganronpa) Future Trunks (Dragon Ball Z) Amy Dallon (Worm) Victoria Dallon (Worm) Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter) Samus Aran (Nintendo) Characters he was unable to defeat: Batman (DC) Saitama (One Punch)

Rose (Street Fighter): *takes a step back* Your intentions are...impure.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "They are never pure... most of the time at least..." The strange man said, approaching Rose slowly, pulling out his scroll and pointing it at her like some kind of wand... "Didn't think you'd be the first I would encounter here, but I'm happy you are.."

Rose (Street Fighter): Rose held up her orb, giving him a fierce glare. "I warn you...what you think will happen will not be what occurs."

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "For your sake, you better hope your right..." He said in a dark tone as a beam of light came from the scroll and struck her orb of defense shattering it like glass... a smile on his face as the scroll he held began to glow a crimson red...

Rose (Street Fighter): Well, that sucked...still, it was fated to happen. Sighing, Rose took a fighting pose, an aura building around her as she prepared herself for his next attack...

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Her foe glanced up and down Rose's stance and power, studying her as much as he could before attacking... but like so many others, warriors, superhumans, fighters like her... all make one mistake... they never look down. "This will be a fight to remember..." He said, he them slammed his scroll onto the ground and the ground under Rose began to jut upwards... lifting her skywards as this pillar of dirt, gravel and concrete rose into the air...

Rose (Street Fighter): Rose didn't look downwards...she didn't need to. She let the pillar lift her high into the sky, not changing her stance or even acting like she notices.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "Impressive Rose..." He said, foes stronger than her would have lost this fight by now after this, but even Zyther had to take a moment to praise her composure... "Seems I need a more... direct approach then..." He said, jumping skywards towards the fighter, scroll in hand, ready to swing it down on her...

Rose (Street Fighter): "Stop wasting my time." Rose didn't move at all. "Use your attack. You want to claim your prize, correct?"

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "Claim it... no, I will take it!" He said swinging his scroll down, shattering the pillar on which she stood... the whole thing toppling over from under her feet...

Rose (Street Fighter): She blocked the blow, wincing as she did so...before flipping off of the pillar before it completely shattered, stepping on stones to make it back to the ground in one piece. She resumed her stance, her aura haven't left.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Zyther followed her down... no sooner did she resume her stance did Zyther come crashing down onto her, scroll once again clashing with her aura... sparks, and concussive blasts of power being pushed in all directions as he aura fought against his scroll... "It wont end with you Rose! Everyone will get a taste of me..." He said, licking his lips...

Rose (Street Fighter): "It has been seen that it will be halted today...although, if I had my way, I would end it...and you...altogether!" Rose blocked his attack again, somehow having less trouble than last time, before suddenly blasting him away with a familiar force.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "Gah!" He shouted as he flew back and crashed onto the sidewalk... "Not... bad..." He said. Leaning up to a sitting position, and pointed his scroll at Rose... "Noble of you, but lets see if you can make good on those words Rose!" He said, as a blast of lightning came from the scroll and raced towards the supernatural fighter...

Rose (Street Fighter): Acting fast, Rose struck another pose and channeled the lightning through her and fired it back at Zyther, pure death in her eyes.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Zyther seeing this, jumped out of the way... but starting to understand the foe he was facing. His bolt of lightning striking a parked car, causing it to explode... "Shocking turn of events, I must say..." He said, a smirk on his face as he realized he was actually gonna haft to try with this one... "How about we heat it up a bit then!" He shouted, scroll pointed at her as this time he used fire... a stream of flames coming from his scroll towards Rose...

Rose (Street Fighter): Rose took a breath and circled her arms around her in a bizarre, contortionist pose. This caused the fire to circle around her before she jutted both her arms out, sending the fire out in all directions.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Zyther was forced to jump way back this time... the tails of his coat getting burned a bit by those flames... those everything around Rose was either burned, ash, or on fire... "In my defense, your causing more damage than I am right now..." He mocked, one part of the wall of fire around Rose paring away like a curtain as Zyther rushed through, charging Rose... using a more directed attack this time...

Rose (Street Fighter): Prepared, Rose countered Zyther's attack, flipping him and sending skidding away from her. "I don't know why you insist on toying with me so much. Do I frighten you so much that you are too afraid to actually get serious against me?"

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: He was merely testing the waters at this point... Rose was powerful, but even she had her limits... sooner or later, like so many others... would eventually tire themselves out or make a mistake... "Thats exactly the reason Rose..." He sarcastically said, jumping to his feet "Since fire and lightning did not work... how about something colder!" He said, pointing his scroll at her once again as several shards of sharp ice shot towards her...

Rose (Street Fighter): Good tactic, even Rose will have trouble with this. Still, she didn't falter, eliciting to instead shatter the ice shots with her bare fists, relying more on inhuman technique and precision to shatter them instead of raw strength.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: While the ice she fended off shattered and crashed into her fists and fighting technique, Zyther quickly closed the distance between them, spinning rapidly as he created some kind of suction into a vortex of wind... a small compact tornado began to form as it raced towards Rose...

Rose (Street Fighter): When the last of the ice was finished off, she was able to see what he was doing. Defense was off the table, she had to think fast...making sure to take a quick inhale of breath, she fired off a short but powerful bolt of powerful energy when he got close enough.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: As the bolt of power shot into the vortex... Zyther reached out in his rapid spin, and gripped Rose's yellow sash, the bolt destabilized the wind tunnel, Zyther was forced out of it, forcefully tugging Rose with great power and recoil as the bolt both struck him and the suction of the wind was inverted... "Fuck!" He shouted at he was hurled down the street and skidded across the asphalt of the road before crashing into the wall of a building...

Rose (Street Fighter): Rose was dragged along for the ride, making sure to brace her as she went skidding along with Zyther. She managed to slow her skidding and prevent herself from being smashed into the wall with him...at the cost of damaging her leg significantly.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: That was the hardest he's been hit since Superman... its been awhile since he felt this kind of pain. As he struggled to get up, he tossed what remained of Rose's yellow sash away in his hand in anger, but he was most impressed with her attempts... it was rare that a fight lasted this long against him. "Not bad Rose... not bad at all..." He said, moving up to one knee, facing her...

Rose (Street Fighter): She stood up as well, making sure not to put too much weight on her injured leg as she resumed her stance. "I would appreciate your compliment...were it not coming from a perverted monster."

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "Noted..." He said, standing up fully as he too got ready for what was most likely round 2 of this... he couldn't help but laugh at the irony of that in this moment, chuckling to himself before rushing towards Rose started his second assault on his foe, baseball swinging his scroll at her as lunged towards her...

Rose (Street Fighter): She blocked each strike, her aura still up but her wincing noticeably showing, the blows bringing too much force on her leg.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: He felt her defense weakening... as the both fought hard against each other... with a smirk on his face he quickly ducked from the maw of fists and blocks and did a simple swipe kick to her injured leg...

Rose (Street Fighter): It worked. With a grunt, she was on her back in a second. Strangely, she didn't seem particularly panicked...and her aura was still up.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Zyther looked down at her for a moment... then leaned down, gripped the front of her red coat and lifted her up, her feet off the ground... "You fought well Rose, that was the hardest I had to fight in a long time..." He said, lifting her upwards...

Rose (Street Fighter): "I know that isn't true...but I suppose you don't consider it a fight if it's so one-sided, even if it's in your opponent's favor." She just glared at him.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: He smiled... "I suppose your right... but it time for me to claim my prize..." He said, licking his lips and looking Rose over... "Once I'm done with you, I'll go after the others... Ryu, Ken, Chun Li... I'm gonna have a great time..." He said, his scroll's red crimson color now turning into a golden yellow one...

Rose (Street Fighter): She kept her glare, simply raising a glowing hand. "You may do what you will...and reap the consequences you have sown."

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Zyther dropped Rose to the ground... but not before ripping her red coat off of her... and tossing it away... He then pointed his scroll at her, as the seams of her skin tight, black under piece began to weaken and rip apart... "Let them come... I will claim them aswell..." He said, licking his lips as Rose's body was more and more revealed to him...

Rose (Street Fighter): Rose didn't care, letting her body be bared as she simply clenched her fist, causing a sharp concrete piece to suddenly ram into Zyther's back from behind. "Let me spare you the result of such a delusion." She coldly stated.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "GAH!" He shouted, falling to his knees and he reached back to get the sharp concrete out of his back... "Ffffuck!"

Rose (Street Fighter): Standing to her feet, she proceeded to sharply kick him across the face with her good leg, ignoring the shooting, sharp pain from the weight placed on her other one. "It's over."

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Zyther flew back into the wall he slammed into before... crashing through it this time from that kick... "Dam... it..." He grunted out, trying to get up, while trying to still get the concrete out his back...

Rose (Street Fighter): Rose walked over, ignoring her leg which was now bleeding due to her not bothering to limp, and smashed her foot on Zyther's chest, driving the piece in further in his back. "You are not fated to die here. However, that all depends on your next actions. You should use this time to escape this reality. Heal, recuperate...and never return. Or...regardless of whether you die or not, I will ensure your malicious perversion ends here and now..." She dragged her foot down to his crotch, keeping eye contact as she began to grind her heel into it.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Zyther grunted and growled in pain from her torture... another mistake most make, they attack him, they always attack him... when they should be attacking the scroll... sensing that it's master was in trouble, the scroll suddenly released a massive bumper wave, in attempt to knock back any and all threats away...

Rose (Street Fighter): "And I certainly did not forget about you..." Rose was actually prepared, her aura haven't fallen even with her stride. She took the energy of the massive bumper way, grit her teeth...and released it, removing her foot to send him and the scroll flying in the same direction. "Make the right decision, Zyther..."

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: He had to use his last resort... one of his personal abilities, something that would probably get the drop on her since she probably already figured all attacks would be coming from the scroll primarily... both him and the scroll flew out of the building, but before he could crash into the ground... he and the scroll vanished, the area he would have landed suddenly brushed away as a frightful strong wind began to pick up in this street turned battlefield...

Rose (Street Fighter): Ah yes, this one...Rose remained on guard. All but one of her abilities will be useless...and that's not even taking into account her injured leg...

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: The wind flew in from all directions, both weak and soft... to strong and forceful... Zyther flew around in his wind form flying just past her, kinda knocking into her as he did... "Don't worry, I will leave... but not as the defeated..." He said, his disembodied voice circling around Rose...

Rose (Street Fighter): "No...if you keep this up...I won't let you leave at all..." She actually growled, her eyes glowing pink.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: As she finished saying that... Zyther swooped in fast and rammed right into her legs like a wrecking ball of wind... growling as he did, he didn't know if she was speaking truth or not... but he knew he could not take that chance and attacked fast and with sudden...

Rose (Street Fighter): Rose let out a gasp...and immediately crumbled to the ground, unconscious. A simple, if hard, blow to the legs knocked her out? Very odd...

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "Really?" He said, reforming and stood over the now unconscious Rose... "I know that was a hard it, but I figured you had more than that in you Rose..." He said looking over her... he sensed something was up, but could not pin point it. He would claim his prize now, but that nagging feeling kept pestering him...

Rose (Street Fighter): "Honestly, do you really think you're the only one who can pull off such parlor tricks?" A voice came from around him, but it refused to pinpoint it's own location. "If I knew this was your final tactic, I would have done this from the beginning...although, at least my legs feel better for now..."

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: He perked up when he heard the voice... jumping away, but not knowing where, while he kinda felt where the voice was coming from, he couldn't be certain and just looked around... another idea did come to mind and he tried to get a fix on Rose's location... He smirked as his scroll suddenly began to glow bright... "If I can't have you... then I guess I'll take it from someone else..." He said as portal opened up behind him to a random location on this world... "Better hope its not someone... too innocent... I hear Sakura can used some, humbling..." He said with a laughter and he jumped into the portal... which did not close behind him...

Rose (Street Fighter): Rose thought for a moment, briefly worried...then, gave another sigh, lifting her hand. "Yes...let's hope not." She shot a rod of steel through the portal after him, aiming it for his chest.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: The steel rod went through the portal... and struck... something, something hard. Not flesh like one would except it should have struck... not much could be seen between where Rose stood and what was on the other side... but the portal did begin to close... as a scream could be heard coming from it...

Rose (Street Fighter): "Sorry Sakura...it is written." Knowing full well what she did, Rose reflected on in sorrow why she could never be a true hero.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: As Rose lamented in the act she may or may not have done... just on the other side of the portal, Zyther pointed his scroll into it and whispered... "Paralyze..."as a beam of yellow light came from the scroll and shot through the portal and came out the other end and raced towards Rose...

Rose (Street Fighter): She just wanted to let the beam hit her. It would be perfect atonement for her previous cold-blooded action. And yet, if she did, this whole fight would have been worthless. Inhaling, the aura appeared around Rose's astral form, allowing her to reflect the beam and shoot it back at Zyther through the portal.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: The beam went through... and it sounded like it struck something, a familiar "Gah!" Was heard just on the other side... "No!"

Rose (Street Fighter): That's it. Final action to complete the cross through the event horizon...she slowly brought her hands together, closing the portal. "Forgive me...Sakura." She said, not even expecting what she was asking for.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: As the portal closed... "Sonic---BOOM!" Came from another portal that opened behind Rose... the revolving blast raced towards Rose, with her magic and effort so focused on closing the portal, the attack crashed into her injured leg...

Rose (Street Fighter): Rose watched...as the attack went through her astral form and hit her prone body, clearly hitting her leg. "I see, that was his plan. Well...I'm definitely crippled now. Seems fair."

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: Zyther stepped through the portal... as it closed behind him. "He is going to be so pissed when he realizes I used his attack to cripple you..." He said...

Rose (Street Fighter): "You're still here? You must realize you have no chance at this poi---oh. You still can't see me." Rose realized.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "No... thats your own saving grace right now..." He said, looking in your general area... while he could not see you, he knew the area in which Rose was and knew she was now limited on how she moved from this point... "But lets see if you were right when to told me to leave when I did..." He said, approaching the area he knew she was in, seeing the blood of her legs on the ground and following its trail...

Rose (Street Fighter): "How's your back?" Rose icily asked, following him.

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "Stings... but its not a pain I have not endured before..." He said, the area in which she did stab him on his back, showing no visible mark of the concrete that should have been there... no scaring or even dirt marks... was he even getting hurt at all during all this?

Rose (Street Fighter): "Healed and came back...would be wise in any other circumstance." She looked on, somewhat disinterested. "Tell me, do you remember the name "John Egbert"?"

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "As a matter a fact... I do..." He said, turning suddenly towards Rose's location, but still not seeing her as his scroll faintly picked up on her location for a second... "Why?"

Rose (Street Fighter): "Just killing time." Her aura had not disappeared. "What about Giorno Giovanna?"

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: He growled... "How do you know about them... they are not even apart of your universe. Different ones entirely..." He said, eyes shifting around, kinda picking up on her here and there, but nothing he can pin point on...

Rose (Street Fighter): "That scroll...let's just say its abilities are not exactly eldritch...and you are not the only one who has traveled between dimensions." She folded her arms, not moving from her spot, waiting for his reaction...

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "Its far beyond that..." He said, walking about... "I imagine, Giorno and John had stories for you then..." He said with a smirk... "They put up just as much a fight as you are right now... but it did them no good, I got them in the end..."

Rose (Street Fighter): "Really? From what I recall, none of the scrolls abilities worked on John, leading you to flee and find an unpowered alternate version of him to turn into a sex slave." Rose noted. "And with Giorno, you just fled. When you came back, you saw another member of his gang, attacked him and when he sent for Giorno, you fled again."

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "It might not have been them... but a version of them I did, in another universe versions of themselves did suffer the sting of my wrath... it counts as far as I'm concern..." He said, "And I don't flee... the scroll simply picked up on a better fish... and took me to them, if I had it my way, I would have stayed and finished what I started... but it seems we both call to a higher power... we have one thing in common at least.." He chuckled...

Rose (Street Fighter): "If by that logic, then a few of your so-called conquests have defeated you as well, including a Link." Rose clicked her astral tongue. "Hm...not only did this Link not fall under your forced sway, you even willingly alter their body at their request. They would have done whatever you request regardless of the scroll...and yet, you fled. What does that tell you?"

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "It tells me that maybe the scroll has a short attention span..." He said, yawning... "I'll give you this one Rose... you win, I'll leave, even my attention has its limits as it seems and I guess I wont be claiming my prize this time..." He said ,then laughed a bit... "Guess you were right after all..."

Rose (Street Fighter): "I'm deeply moved. Even if I doubt you'll actually absorb anything from this discussion."

Zyther (Sinister, Devious... and looking for you...: "I do learn a little bit more and more from each encounter... but I was here for you, this was work... not pleasure Rose... I deliver karma when it is needed, bad karma. Today it was your turn to face the punishment of your sins... but it seems you warded off your just reward today..." He explained...

Rose (Street Fighter): "Now it's conveniently "karma". Zyther, from a woman who just crossed the moral event horizon to defeat you...I'm not buying it." She waved him off. "I hope that someday, you'll confess to the depths of your depravity instead of messily wearing this "Scourge of the Damned" mask."

Your partner left the chat

#rose #street fighter #tw: rape mention

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

A Startling Realization

Word count: 10,600

Pairing: Loki x reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: sexual tension/innuendos, making out, mild swearing

Man, I keep writing > 10,000 word fics lately, I don't know what's gotten into me. 😅 This one included a few prompts: one Prompt from @fluffyemergencyx where Loki and reader play pranks on Thor all the time, and Loki suddenly realize he has feelings for the reader; another prompt by a lovely anon asking for some Thor x Loki brotherly playfulness; and finally a Prompt by another lovely anon where Loki falls on top of the reader when tickling her and some sexual tension happens 😳

This was another super fun one to write - I hope you all enjoy!

"Alright - the coast is clear. Come on."

"I still think this is one of our less devious pranks."

"We can't hit him hard every time! Have to keep him guessing."

You motioned more firmly for Loki to follow you, finally succeeding in getting him to leave his hiding place in the alcove of the hallway to sneak into Thor's bedroom. On nights that he decided to join Peter in one of his first-person shooter video games, it was a safe bet he would be out of the way for at least a few hours. Plenty of time for you to execute your latest plan.

Not one to waste time, you swiftly got to work sifting through his closet and pulling out every shirt you could find. Loki chuckled under his breath at you.

“Are you certain you didn’t suggest this prank simply to force my brother to walk around without a shirt?”

You turned to Loki with a sly grin. “That’s only an added bonus. Nat and Wanda will thank us.”

Loki rolled his eyes as you returned diligently to your task. He knew you didn’t have serious feelings for his brother - as your closest friend in the tower, you’d have told him so. Last he’d heard, you had your eye on one of the newer SHIELD agents. But you would never try to pursue it - you’d always insisted that you simply had no time for dating in your line of work.

You certainly weren’t shy about announcing when you enjoyed looking at someone, however.

Loki assisted you with concealing his brother’s shirts with his magic, the only way to ensure he wouldn’t locate them until the pair of you decided you’d had your fun. Once you’d done a final sweep of his room, Loki took a brief look through the crack in the door to ensure his brother wasn’t around (though he’d surely have heard him before he saw him) and the pair of you took your leave.

You suggested the two of you lay low for the remainder of the evening to avoid Thor in the immediate aftermath of his discovering your latest prank. Thor had no qualms with barging into Loki’s room unannounced, but he at least had some boundaries with you, and so you both slipped quietly into your room and shut the door behind you.

“Remind me why we started this whole pranks escapade on your brother again?” you asked, plunking yourself down on your bed. Loki took his usual seat on the small sofa in the corner.

“Was there ever a real reason? I simply enjoy tormenting him. And you certainly don’t seem to mind.”

You grinned. “I mean, he is pretty easy to prank. And he always has such boisterous reactions.”

“You’d best watch yourself - he has yet to seek true revenge against you, but trust me when I say it can be dangerous.” Loki leaned back against the arm of the sofa, propping his feet on the seat cushion in front of him. You scooted back to lean against the wall as you sat cross-legged on your bed.

“Saying from experience?”

Loki scowled. “Don’t you taunt me. It was quite a challenge growing up beside the God of Thunder.”

“Ah, but I’m sure you made his life difficult, Mr. God of Mischief.” You shot him a teasing wink, and he grinned.

“Yes, I did have some excellent successful pranks on him back when we were children.”

“Tell me,” you urged, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees in excited anticipation.

Loki began recounting the story of when he’d cast an illusion of a frost beast in Thor’s bedroom to greet him when he woke, while you leaned your head against the wall beside your bed and listened. This sort of casual evening lounging in your room was not uncommon for the pair of you. You always joked that you’d never anticipated having a literal god lounging on your couch all the time, and Loki always countered with the fact that he’d never anticipated stooping so low as to ‘chill out’ in the bedroom of a mortal, much less to enjoy his time doing so. Yet, it just seemed so natural now. It was a source of comfort for Loki, knowing he had a friend who was willing to listen to his woes and who had enough of an outsider’s perspective to provide him helpful advice. And you never sugar coated things with him. He very much appreciated that.

You laughed heartily when he'd finished recounting his story, ending with Thor being scolded by the Allfather for his cowardice (after Loki received a louder scolding for taunting his brother, of course. He conveniently left that piece out of the story). In return, you told a story about a trick you'd pulled on your cousin when you were a child - something about drawing on his forehead while he was napping, and the hours it had taken for him to realize it.

The two of you spent the evening hidden from Thor's potential wrath in your room, and Loki took his leave only once he felt sure enough that Thor would have already retired to bed. On nights like this, where he was able to spend time with you and talk about whatever sort of topic intrigued you that day, he always felt more at peace when he finally returned to his room and went to sleep. There was something so natural, so effortless about your conversations that he didn't experience with anyone else. Too often, Loki found himself using that silver tongue of his, making certain he was saying exactly the right thing at exactly the right time so as not to earn a target on his back, or otherwise to gain leverage or information of some kind. Speaking with you, he could simply say what he felt like saying. There was no concern that you might reject his friendship, or think lesser of him. The bond between you had forged rapidly, but it was strong as vibranium, and not once had you ever made him feel like he had to impress you with his intellect or strength to be your friend.

The following morning, Loki found you in the kitchen seated at the island countertop, still in your pajama pants and oversized sleep shirt, eating a bowl of that ridiculously brightly colored cereal he always teased you about. You glanced up as he entered the kitchen, already with a defensive glare on your face before he'd even said a word.

"Look - I'm telling you, if you'd just try the Fruity Pebbles, you'd love them," you insisted.

"Well good morning to you too," Loki greeted sarcastically, beginning to prepare himself a cup of tea.

"Oh, don't pretend like that wasn't the first thing you were thinking when you walked in here," you shot back. He turned around from the cupboard he was reaching into, spreading his arms out to his sides with a smirk and a wink.

"You know me too well."

Whatever you planned to say next was interrupted by the rambunctious hollering of your name and Loki's by none other than Thor, who shortly thereafter appeared in the doorway to the kitchen with no shirt on. Loki's gaze flitted toward you and you caught his eye, your eyebrows bumping up slightly as though to say 'guess he found out what we did.' The slight tinge of color blossoming on your cheeks added, 'and I don't regret it.'

"I know you've stolen my clothes. Give them back," Thor demanded, pausing to stand a few feet away from the two perpetrators with his arms folded sternly across his bare chest.

"Nope," you responded casually, making a loud popping sound on the 'p' before taking a bite of your cereal. Thor rolled his eyes, and a brazen smirk spread across your lips.

"Perhaps I'll return the favor and simply steal your shirts then, dear brother," Thor threatened, turning his attention toward Loki.

"Oh dear. Whatever shall I do?" Loki waved his hand and changed his clothes in a flash of green light, smirking at his older brother. Thor's face fell into a scowl, then his gaze returned to you. The scowl was rapidly replaced by a sly smirk of his own.

"Then perhaps I shall steal yours."

You coughed for a moment, choking on your spoonful of sugar-laden cereal. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Thor began backing toward the doorway gradually, wiggling his eyebrows in a goading manner. You dropped your spoon into the bowl, leaping to your feet so quickly you nearly knocked over the stool you were perched on.

"Don't you dare!"

"Then give me my shirts back."

Your head whipped around toward Loki, a stern look in your eyes. "You heard the man... god... whatever. Give them back."

Loki chuckled at your sudden change in demeanor. "Perhaps I don't want to."

"Loki!"

"I suppose I'll be breaking into your room then," Thor teased, taking additional steps backward toward the door. Your eyes became wide and pleading as they darted between Thor and Loki, likely realizing that if they truly wanted to mess with you, they could easily steal your things and hide them for as long as they'd like without you having a prayer of locating them.

"Loki, I'm serious! Prank's over now!"

"I don't see any reason to give in to him just yet." His eyes roamed up and down your form, trying to get on your nerves. "I'm sure there are quite a few inhabitants of this tower who wouldn't mind that view."

You swatted at him with your open palm. "Loki! You ass! Just give them back already!"

"Brother - why are you still standing in the doorway? Did you not have something you were doing?" Loki asked casually, ignoring your demand.

"Ah, yes, how silly of me." Thor winked cheekily at you before slipping through the doorway and around the corner, out of sight.

With a growl, you suddenly launched yourself at Loki, taking him by surprise as you attempted to tackle him to the ground. There was little chance of you accomplishing that, of course - he caught your wrists before you could push too hard against his shoulders, laughing fondly as you struggled to free yourself from his grasp to continue swatting at him.

"LOKI! Give them BACK!"

"Oh, alright, alright..." he obliged, releasing your wrists only when you'd relaxed and stopped fighting him like a wild animal. He'd been teasing you, of course - he'd never allow his brother to go through with stealing your belongings, but it was quite amusing to see your reaction. With a flourish of his hand, he magicked Thor's shirts into a pile on the counter from the magical void he'd been storing them in. Thor hadn't gone far - he was standing just out of your line of sight by the door, waiting for his impish brother to give in to your protesting.

"You two had best watch yourselves - keep pranking me, and I might just have to get revenge." Thor scooped up his shirts, shooting you both a narrow-eyed look before retreating to his room to put his reclaimed clothes away.

"Ugh. You're the worst sometimes, you know that?" you groaned, glowering at your mischievous friend before returning to your seat on the stool and shoving a large bite of cereal in your mouth. Loki returned to fixing his cup of tea, turning his back to you as he began to heat up some water. He was at a loss for a witty retort all of a sudden. The image he'd brought to his own mind of you in less clothing than usual was causing him a surprising level of flustered embarrassment. It took a few minutes to fully shake the image from his mind.

It bothered him, the more he thought about it. It wasn't as though he'd never seen you in the gym, wearing only your leggings and sport bra as you often did. Not once had the thought crossed his mind to think about your appearance in any other way besides how a friend might view you. But for some reason, the idea of you having to walk around the rest of the tower in that very same workout outfit just because Thor stole your other clothing made his face feel warm.

By the time he'd finished his tea, the thought had slipped from his mind. You were just the same as always, sitting there griping at him for his unwillingness to try your breakfast favorites, and that put him at ease. It had been a fleeting feeling, nothing more.

Later that same week, you and Loki began plotting your next trick. You hadn't intended to pull something else so soon, but Loki had learned Thor was inviting his mortal maiden over for a movie night, and the opportunity was simply too perfect to pass up. And, in all fairness, it was Thor's fault for asking you for a movie recommendation. He had to know it was a poor decision.

"Jane is an intellectual - I need to find a movie that will suit her well, one that she will enjoy," Thor pondered aloud.

"Have you considered - oh, I don't know... simply... asking her?" Loki quipped.

"I'd like to surprise her! I want to prove to her that my inhuman strength-" he emphasized by flexing one of his biceps, "isn't my only asset."

Loki rolled his eyes at his brother's vanity, shaking his head. You, on the other hand, sat up a bit where you were leaned against the back of the sofa, a thoughtful expression overtaking your features. Loki glanced over at you briefly, and you caught his eye, shooting him a subtle wink that said 'I have an idea.'

"I have the perfect movie for you," you piped up, drawing Thor's attention.

"Please! Tell me what you suggest."

You proceeded to tell him about a movie that you'd forced Loki to watch with you not long ago, one that he now knew to be a favorite of yours from your childhood. As expected, it was intended for a younger audience. However, the way you spoke of the plot to Thor made it appear as if it were a critically acclaimed, award-winning drama. It was impressive, really - you didn't lie about the plot, you simply embellished on it in a way that made it seem far more mature than it truly was. Had you presented the storyline so eloquently to Loki, he might not have protested so much when you'd suggested the pair of you watch it.

"This movie sounds wonderful! Might I borrow it for this evening?" Thor asked excitedly.

"Oh, of course! Loki and I just watched it the other day, the disk is still in the player."

Clever little scoundrel, you were. Surely the images on the surface of the disk would have tipped him off to your lie.

Thor rose to his feet abruptly, grinning happily. "Thank you, kind maiden! I owe you a debt."

"Anytime, Thor!" You grinned up at him, looking innocent as ever. Thor departed then, leaving the two of you alone in the common room. As Thor's heavy footfalls faded from earshot, Loki suddenly shifted to sit beside you on the sofa, gazing at you in amusement.

"You never cease to amaze me," he hummed, a sense of pride swelling in his chest for having influenced your mischievous ways.

"Ah, such a flatterer, you and that silver tongue of yours," you teased, smirking. "Come on - let's pick out a place to hide and listen in when he starts raving about this movie to Jane."

When Thor's maiden arrived, and they'd sat down together in the common room to prepare to watch the film, you and Loki took your positions just outside the door to eavesdrop on the conversation. You had an impish sparkle in your eyes as you listened to Thor begin boasting about the movie he was about to turn on.

"You're going to love this, Jane, I promise you! The scientific basis for the film is astoundingly accurate."

Your hand flew to cover your mouth, preventing a laugh from slipping out. You glanced at Loki for only a moment, immediately averting your eyes and pressing your hand harder over your lips. Loki couldn't help but grin at your expression as you clearly struggled to retain your laughter, made only worse by seeing the smirk on Loki's face.

The movie began playing, and suddenly the room was silent, save for the music playing during the opening credits. Loki could tell you were holding your breath as you awaited the couple's reaction to your movie recommendation. After a few moments, Jane finally broke the silence.

"Uh... Thor? This is a children's movie."

"Ah, yes... that it is." An additional beat of silence passed, then suddenly Thor was shouting your names as heavy footsteps sounded from inside the room. Wide-eyed, your hand suddenly closed around Loki's upper arm, tugging to urge him to follow. He didn't need to be told twice, swiftly sprinting in a crouched position to pass by the door undetected before rising to his full height, running toward your bedroom. Once you'd reached it, you ripped the door open and pulled Loki inside, slamming the door shut behind you before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Dihihid you hear him going on about the movie?? He must have been shocked to see it was a cartoon!" you exclaimed, crouching with your elbows on your knees from the effort of your laughter. The sound was infectious, bringing a smile to Loki's face involuntarily.

"I have to say, I'm impressed by this one. You managed to trick my brother into making a massive blunder on his date. That is not an easy feat."

Your laughing died down a bit as you glanced over at Loki. "Y-you don't thihink we ruined the date, do you?"

"Oh, I'm certain it ruined Thor's evening. But if it ruined his date, then perhaps this is not the right woman for him," Loki assured. You stood up straighter, grinning slyly.

"You care about him, don't you?"

"I... tolerate him."

"Oh, come on, Loki! You just basically told me you care whether his girlfriend likes him for who he is. That's a very brotherly thing of you to say." You nudged his arm with your elbow. "Just admit it."

"Not before I'm taking my dying breath."

You giggled. "You're ridiculous. So dramatic."

His heart skipped a beat unexpectedly at the sound of your laugh. It slowed back to normal only moments later, but it was undeniable. He had heard the sound hundreds of times before - why was today any different? He pushed the thought out of his mind, which turned out to be much easier than anticipated as a pounding fist on the door told him Thor had arrived to scold the two of you.

Thor began to eavesdrop on you both after that night. He knew very well you plotted against him in secret, and he wasn’t going to allow you to continue. So, he started spending more time in the common room when the two of you were together, sitting close enough to hear your whispered conversations. What’s worse, he began standing outside in the hallway to listen in through the door while you and Loki chatted and lounged in one of your bedrooms. It was beginning to put a damper on your pranking abilities.

But you, ever the clever fox, you pulled out a notebook one evening mid-conversation while sitting in your room. As you continued on about the rude gentleman in the coffee shop in front of you that day who had cut you in line, you began to scribble something down on the lined paper, passing it to Loki when you’d finished. You had tiny, looping handwriting that Loki thought suited you well.

Is Thor outside listening?

Loki glanced up from the page and nodded. You held your hand out, motioning for him to return the notebook to you so you could add something else. Another short sentence, and you handed it back to him.

Want to play a trick on him?

A grin tugged at the corner of Loki’s mouth as his gaze returned to meet yours, and he nodded with a gleam in his eyes. You reached out for the notebook once more, writing down only three words this time.

Follow my lead.

Loki set the notebook down on the desk beside your bed, watching you expectantly. You had just finished recounting your story of ‘rude coffee shop guy,’ never missing a beat despite the fact you were plotting and writing notes the whole time.

“So..." Your voice lowered to a hushed tone, loud enough to still be audible through the door. "Have you figured out how we're going to tell Thor the truth?"

Loki cocked his head in confusion, uncertain where you were going with this. You took a breath for effect, then continued.

"I mean, when it was just me that could lift it, we could easily have kept that from him. But, now that some of the others have done it... he's bound to find out eventually."

He caught on to your plan, smirking as you caught his eye. "My dear brother has always been rather sensitive about his hammer. It is a source of pride for him, being the only one capable of lifting it. When he learns there are others, it will crush him."

"We have to do it delicately." You paused a moment to build dramatic effect. "I'm just shocked at how many of the others could do it. I mean, Steve was a given, with his righteous attitude and all that, but Tony? Peter?"

"And if he learns that Banner was able to lift it, he'll be quite angry," Loki played along. "He already had an inferiority complex around the Hulk. Imagine the Hulk with Thor's hammer."

"Oof, I know..." You drew your bottom lip up between your teeth in an effort to keep from giggling. "I think it should come from you."

"Me?"

"You're his brother, Loki. This sort of news... it's got to come from you. You're his family."

Loki sighed theatrically, as though resigning himself to the idea. "I suppose you're right."

"If we keep putting it off, we'll never get this off our chests. You should just go talk to him now. You know, rip the bandaid off."

"Yes - best to get this over with. I'll go find him."

Loki stood from his seat on your sofa, winking at you as you pressed your palm to your mouth to keep from giggling out loud. He turned and moved toward the door, slipping out and shutting it behind him. The moment he turned to head down the hallway he was met with the sight of his brother, trying his damnedest to appear casual as he leaned awkwardly against the wall outside your bedroom door. Loki feigned surprise when Thor caught his eye.

"Oh - brother, I didn't realize you were here," Loki observed, trying to sound sheepish.

"Yes... I was... passing through," Thor responded, trying not to sound sheepish and failing miserably.

"Well, while I have your attention, might we go somewhere to talk?"

Thor grimaced, but nodded anyway, following Loki down the hallway to the common room.

"You.. may want to sit down for this," Loki urged, a pitying tone to his voice. Thor scowled.

"I've heard everything already, brother," he growled. "Do not treat me as though I'm fragile."

"I was afraid you may have heard." Loki gazed down at the floor, trying to play up the guilty façade. "I understand how... sensitive you get about your hammer-"

"You dare to taunt me about this, Loki?!"

"I-hi mean, you have to admit, it is somewhat poetic. Me, being the one to tell you after all these years of listening to you boasting about your unique ability to wield Mjolnir, that you aren't as special as you pretend to be."

"You mock me, brother?" Thor's tone dropped to nearly a whisper, which was far more dangerous than his shouting. Rather than continue this charade until Thor inevitably became violent, Loki decided to let him in on the prank. After all, he wasn't interested in taking a beating from his enraged sibling.

"Honestly, Thor - you are so gullible!" he chuckled, smirking wickedly as Thor's face contorted into a confused expression. "We knew you were eavesdropping! You're not exactly subtle."

"I don't understand."

"We tricked you!" Loki laughed at Thor's indignant scowl. "Although, the part about you being overly sensitive about that ridiculous hammer was true, obviously."

"Oh-ho, you think that's funny, do you brother?" Thor's tone was dangerous, a thin-lipped smirk that wasn't far off from a grimace on his face with a wild gleam in his eyes.

"Eheh, wehell, arguably, it was quite humorous." Loki took a step back as Thor began advancing toward him. "Brother - come, now. It was all in good fun!"

"And yet, I am not amused." Another step forward drove Loki another step backward. He was starting to wonder if Thor might truly be angry about all this.

"Thor - l-let us be reasonable, here. There's n-no need for this to become violent."

Thor paused for a moment, seemingly turning over Loki's words in his mind. Loki turned and realized he'd nearly been backed into a corner by his hulking brother, eyes darting around wildly in hopes of identifying a solid escape plan should Thor decide to beat on him for this.

Suddenly, a grin spread across Thor's face - one which bordered on mischievous. "You're right, Loki! No need for violence here!" He reached out and patted Loki hard on the shoulder, his hand landing there heavily and squeezing tighter than would be considered friendly. "We're family, after all! There are plenty of other ways to get back at my little brother!"

"What do you- oh, no no, Thor, no. Absolutely not." Realization dawned on him, and Loki grabbed Thor's forearm where it was guiding his hand to Loki's shoulder, giving it a mighty shove. "We are far too old for this... this..."

"Loki," he bellowed, grin widening. "You used to love this game!"

"Never once did I imply that I enjoyed being tortured."

"That's a rather strong word, don't you think? 'Tortured?' It can't possibly be that torturous."

"I beg to- THOR UNHAND ME YOU INSOLENT OAF!" Having grown tired of the banter, Thor threw himself at his younger brother and tackled him to the ground sideways with both arms looped around his midsection in a vice grip. With a bit of maneuvering, as well as dodging of Loki's flailing limbs, Thor managed to roll so he could pin Loki to the floor with his own weight.

"Ha-ha! All your clever tricks, and yet you're still so easy to overpower, dear brother," Thor taunted, propping himself up with his palms planted on either side of Loki's shoulders.

"Thor - if you so much as lay one finger on me, I will make you wish you were born to another family!"

"Oh, come now, Loki! Lighten up!" Thor's smirk broadened as he winked cheekily at his brother. "After all - it's all in good fun!"

Thor wasted no more time with idle chatter, latching his hands onto Loki's ribs and digging into the bones. Loki had always been particularly ticklish, although he hid it well from most people to avoid revealing weakness. But his older brother knew from centuries of experience exactly how to torment his brother into submission when he needed something from him, or simply wanted to get back at him. Not much had changed, and laughter ripped from Loki's chest almost immediately.

"Ah, still as ticklish as you were when we were children," Thor goaded.

"I-heheh-I will s-eheh-stahab you with a-heh-a kitchen knife!!" Loki spluttered. It irked him, how non-threatening his voice sounded while Thor was forcing laughter out of him. He shoved desperately at Thor's arms, but he was always the weaker of the pair of them physically, even before his muscles were weakened like this.

"Now Loki, violence is not always the answer!" Thor squeezed his way up and down Loki's sides at random intervals, chuckling at the writhing, giggling mess he was making of the normally brooding god. "You said it yourself! No need for this to become violent!"

"St-eheheh-stop twisting my-heh wohords against mehe!!"

"I'm merely agreeing with you, brother!" Thor clawed at his stomach, causing Loki to arch his back and kick out in a desperate attempt at freedom. He was already growing weary with the exertion of his laughter - he wasn't certain how much longer he could tolerate his brother's relentless attack.

Neither brother anticipated what happened next.

There was a battle cry of sorts that sounded from behind Thor, startling him into stilling his fingers against Loki's abdomen. Suddenly, there you were, sprinting full force at Thor before launching yourself into him. Even with the entirety of your weight being thrown into the god, he remained solidly in place where he knelt over his younger brother. But it mattered not - you had other plans, as you latched onto his back like a koala and slipped your delicate fingers underneath his outstretched arms, clawing into the sensitive skin through his shirt.

Loki was likely as shocked as Thor was when he burst into laughter and toppled over sideways, taking you down with him as you clung to his back and continued your tickle attack under his arms.

"Y-ahah-yohou little r-AHAH-rascal!!" Thor cried, trying to reach around behind him but finding himself unable to lift his arms too far from his sides due to the instinctual need to protect his vulnerable areas. "Why ahare you aha-attacking me??"

"I'm here to save Loki!" you declared, scribbling your way down his ribcage. Thor leaned backward, careful not to crush you as he pressed your back against the floor and tugged your wrists effortlessly away from his ribs, leaving you trapped beneath him with only your legs still wrapped around his waist.

"That was a poor decision, my friend. You must know that your strength is no match for the God of Thunder." His fingers found the soles of your feet where your ankles were crossed over his stomach, scratching at the fabric of your socks. Loki wasn't even certain if you were ticklish, never having attempted to find out for himself, so he was quite entertained when you let out a surprised shriek before bursting into the most adorable-sounding giggles. Attempting to kick your legs out away from Thor's torso was futile - he wrapped one hand around both ankles where they crossed and held them fast to his belly so he could continue his attack on your feet unhindered.

"Nohoho! Leave my feet alohohone!!" you protested with a sort of whiny twinge to your tone.

"As you wish," Thor obliged, releasing your ankles and swiftly reaching underneath himself to dig into your sides.

"EEAHAH LOHOKI HELP!" you pleaded, finally able to unwrap your legs from around his waist so you could scramble to shove your heels against the floor in a futile attempt to free yourself from beneath the weight of the god.

"Yes, Loki - why don't you assist your little friend?" Thor urged teasingly, sitting up and swiftly turning around to keep you pinned to the ground as his fingers danced along your sides and belly. You threw your head back and exploded with desperate laughter, squirming under his ticklish touch.

"I suppose I should," Loki pondered aloud.

"YEHES!! HEHELP!!"

"Oh... alright." With a sly grin, Loki shifted his way over to kneel beside Thor, his hand latching onto the muscle above your kneecap and squeezing rapidly while sliding his other hand beneath your leg to flutter against the taut skin behind your knee. The shrill screech that tore from your throat was startling as you suddenly began to focus all efforts in shaking Loki's torturous fingers off your leg.

"YOHOU TRAITOR!!"

"I'm sorry, darling - in all fairness, you've never informed me that you were ticklish. You must have known I'd be curious."

"YOHOU NEVER TOHOLD ME EITHEHEHER!" You squeaked as Thor's hands traveled up your ribs. "I-HEE TRIED TOHO SAVE YOU!"

"A poor decision, honestly," Thor tutted. "My brother is quite the backstabber, as you know."

“I am simply an opportunist. I saw an opportunity to exploit this newfound knowledge about you, and I took it.” He reached over and drilled his thumb into your hip while continuing to squeeze above your knee, a fond grin spreading across his face as your laughter overpowered your protests. Thor must have felt merciful, as he relented in his attack, only to open up space for Loki to shift closer and knead his fingers into your ribs on the other side.

“I… LOHOKI I CAHAN’T!!” You swatted feebly at his hands, your strength ebbing away from exertion. As much fun as he was having tormenting you, Loki supposed he should relent. After all, you had come to his rescue.

“Let this be a lesson to both of you - don’t mess with the mighty God of Thunder!” Thor glared playfully at the two of you before rising to his feet, striding out of the room and leaving Loki alone with you.

You sat up, hair mussed, cheeks vivid, bright smile overwhelming your features. Something about the way you looked right now - the sound of your infectious laughter added to it - caused an unusual, knotted-like sensation in Loki’s stomach. It had been many, many years since he’d felt it, and yet he knew without a doubt what it meant.

And he was terrified.

“Yohou absolute ASS Loki!! That’s the last time I try to save you!” You were obviously teasing, smacking him gently on the arm as you scolded him. "Ugh, I'm so mad at you!"

Normally, he would bite back with some witty retort or excuse, insist that you loved him anyway, but nothing but a panicked sensation came to the forefront of his mind. He had to make his exit now, before you caught on to his sudden change in demeanor.

“Er, yes, well… thank you for that,” he mumbled, averting his gaze from yours for fear you might be able to see into his thoughts if he looked you straight on.

You were quiet for a moment, then picked yourself up off the floor, holding out a hand toward Loki to help him up. The idea of taking your hand in his was simultaneously thrilling and nauseating, but the usual Loki would have accepted your help before he’d had this sudden epiphany, so he steeled himself and grasped your hand in his. Your skin was soft, slightly warmer than usual, he expected from the exertion. The moment his feet were planted firmly beneath him, he released your hand as if it were white hot to the touch.

"So... want to start planning our next prank?" you asked with a smirk. Loki gazed at a random scratch in the paint on the wall beyond your shoulder, his silver tongue failing him at developing a quick response.

"I... I'm rather tired, actually. Perhaps another time."

"Oh." It pained him to see the disappointment in your eyes. Still, you offered him a weak smile and nodded. "Alright, get some rest. I'll see you around?"

"Yes, see you... around." Loki took his leave, then, heading straight to his room where his thoughts could consume him without having an effect on your feelings.

How could he have allowed this to happen? You were quite possibly the only tower inhabitant who honestly enjoyed his company no matter what you were up to. Everyone else eventually tired of his glowering sarcastic demeanor, but you had not once appeared put off by his sullenness. Perhaps it was because he found himself less like that version of himself when he was around you. With you, he felt more like a younger version of himself - one who hadn't been battered and beaten down by the world, who wasn't aware of his heritage, where everything was so much simpler and the one thing he had to worry about was stepping out of Thor's shadow. He'd never felt the need to impress you because you'd simply accepted him for who he was from the moment your friendship began to blossom.

What a fool he was, allowing himself to fall for you.

Loki lay flat on his back atop his bedspread, perpendicular to the intended direction of his bed, gazing pensively at the ceiling. Everything would be different between the pair of you now. Even if he never told you of his newly recognized feelings for you, they would always be there tugging at the back of his mind, warping his perception of your relationship forever. Gone were the simple days where he was insouciant to your internal opinions of his character. As a friend, he could be his usual mischievous and sarcastic self without concern for what you thought. But with his heart involved, he wanted nothing more than to earn your affections. He desired your approval, your mutual desire. And if he wasn't worthy of those things, he couldn't possibly go back to seeing you as a friend. Not anymore.

Looking back, it was inevitable, really. He should have known the moment he'd begun to feel flustered when Thor was teasing you the other day. Continuing to spend so much time with you clearly hadn't helped anything - rather than going back to seeing you as a friend, he was now spiraling down a black hole of emotions he had no business feeling for someone like you. The answer was obvious.

He had to distance himself from you.

Perhaps if he stayed away for a while, he could forget about this sudden surge of emotions for you and go back to the friendship you once had. It was unlikely, but it was his only chance at making it happen. Keeping himself away from you would be a challenge, but if it meant he could retrain his mind to see you as a friend again, then it would be worth the suffering.

The following morning, he rose earlier than usual to make his tea and breakfast, knowing you weren't an early riser. You loathed getting out of bed before the sun had completely risen in the sky and the beams of light were blinding you through your window shades. It was a safe bet that he could avoid crossing paths with you if he made sure to return to his room before then.

He hadn't counted on you shuffling in half-asleep hours earlier than you usually woke. Based on the puffy dark circles under your eyes, you hadn't gotten much rest last night. A stabbing pain shot through Loki's chest at the realization that he was likely the cause of your insomnia after his abrupt exit the evening before. Still, you smiled groggily at him as you always did, heading straight for the coffee maker to start brewing yourself a batch.

"Mornin'," you slurred sleepily. His heart leapt at the sudden realization that you sounded absolutely charming when you were this drowsy. This wasn't helping matters.

"Good morning," he responded flatly. Shoveling in the last couple bites of his breakfast, he scooped up his mug of tea and began to take his leave. Your head whipped around to look at him from your place by the coffee maker, a glazed look of confusion in your eyes.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"I'm actually not feeling well this morning. I'm afraid I must retire to my room and get more rest."

You squinted suspiciously at him. Clearly you were well aware that gods didn't just come down with a common cold like humans. Still, you nodded, offering him a weak smile.

"Alright, I hope you feel better."

"Thanks." With that, Loki took his tea and returned to his room, willing the adorable sight of you with your sleep-tangled hair and wrinkled pajamas out of his mind.

It was difficult to steer clear of you when you were so well acquainted with his daily routines. For instance, you conveniently popped into the fitness room at the time he usually performed his own workout routines, knowing well that he preferred the evenings to avoid having to socialize with the exceedingly bright personalities of some of the others. You wandered in that evening dressed in your exercise clothes, waving to him as you crossed the room to join him at the heavy bags.

“Feeling better?” you asked casually. Loki nodded, his eyes roaming over your body as he took in that same workout outfit you always wore. Somehow the room felt hotter than it did a few moments ago, before you arrived. “You sure? You still seem a bit off.”

“Yes, I’m fine.” He stepped back from the heavy bag, beginning to move toward the door. “I’m actually just finishing up.”

You folded your arms, glaring at him suspiciously. “You always end with target practice.”

“Yes, well… I’m changing things up today.” With a nod, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving you to stand there wondering what the hell was going on.

Loki knew it wasn’t fair to you, what he was doing. But he had to do it for the sake of your friendship. If he could, he’d explain it all to you, but he couldn’t bear the idea of telling you the truth. So, he remained silent and distant as he proceeded to avoid you for the following weeks, abruptly exiting rooms upon your arrival and adjusting his daily routines to be less predictable.

He should have known you were fiercely persistent.

One evening weeks later, Loki sat alone in his room reading in an effort to distract himself from the aching in his chest for you. It was growing more and more difficult each day to keep himself away. He missed your smile, your sass, your terrible jokes. The way you would scold him playfully when he teased you. Your eyes. Gods, those eyes. He could lose himself in your eyes for eternity and never want for anything more.

A sudden knocking on his door jolted him from his thoughts. Loki stood, heading over to the door and twisting the handle with an unsteady hand, suspecting he might know already who stood on the opposite side. Sure enough, there you were, stationed patiently in front of his bedroom door with a weak, nervous smile on your face. You appeared smaller than usual, with your shoulders hunched and your chin tilted down slightly, arms wrapped around yourself with your hands grasping your arms in a sort of self hug.

"Can... can I come in?" you asked timidly. His heart shattered at the wavering of your voice. He knew he was the cause of your nervous fidgeting, your anxious expression. His selfish fear of being around you and uncertain of how to be himself had crushed your spirits.

Wordlessly, he nodded, turning and walking back to his bed to take a seat. You stepped through the doorway, shutting his door behind you and leaning your back against it as you gazed at him from across the room, seemingly uncertain how close he would allow you to get.

"You've been avoiding me."

You didn't sound angry in the least. Norns, he wished you did. Loki had dealt with so much rage toward him throughout his life, he'd learnt how to cope with it. But the harrowing disappointment and melancholy in your voice was something he'd never really experienced.

He wasn't certain how to respond, so he didn't. He merely gazed at you, with your beautiful lips curled downward into a frown of his own doing, with your usually soft brow now furrowed with worry lines etched in its wake. You pushed off the door, taking a few cautious steps toward Loki.

"I've missed you, you know," you continued, driving another metaphorical dagger into Loki's heart. "And Thor has gone weeks without one of our pranks." The corners of your mouth twitched upwards as though trying to smile, trying to make light of the situation, but unable to overcome the sadness.

"I see." Loki looked down at his hands in his lap to give himself an excuse to break his gaze from yours. You took a few more steps toward him, standing by the edge of his bed now.

"I think I know why you've been avoiding me."

His eyes lifted from his lap abruptly to meet yours, heart suddenly pounding in his ears. How had you figured it out? He'd been so careful not to show you even a hint of his inner feelings towards you. How could you possibly-

"I'm not mad at you."

"You aren't?" he asked, his chin tilting down as he gave you a puzzled look.

"No, Loki, of course not!" You sat down on the bed beside him, scooting back so you could sit cross-legged atop his bedspread facing him. "I know you probably thought I was, but I promise I'm not!"

"I see." He wasn't certain how to respond to this. You weren't angry with him for falling for you. But what did you think of it? Were you scared of his feelings as he was? Pleased?

"I was only teasing when I told you I was mad."

Ok, perhaps he was a bit confused now. What exactly were you referring to?

"I mean, yeah, you were kind of a jerk for turning on me after I so kindly came to your rescue..."

Ah. Now he understood.

".... but I wasn't really mad! We were just having fun! I don't want you to feel bad about it."

He stared at you for a moment, a grin tugging at his lips at the endearing sentiment you just admitted.. "You 'don't mind' that I tickled you senseless?"

A dusting of color graced your cheeks. "Well... no. I don't."

Loki allowed the grin to overtake his features. "Well, I'm pleased to hear that. It certainly sets my mind at ease."

It wasn't the whole truth, of course. But it brought a relieved smile to your face, and he couldn't have been more grateful for that. Gods, he had missed that smile. He'd deprived himself of your company for so long, and rather than dulling the feelings he had for you, they only grew stronger in your absence. Perhaps it was a mistake, trying to put distance between the pair of you to try to get over you.

"Are we... ok now?" you asked hopefully, with almost a pleading tone to your voice. The air between you was still heavy, still laden with sadness. He needed to see your smile, hear your laugh after so many weeks without it. And, he suspected, you needed it just as much.

"Well..." Loki turned toward you, allowing a mischievous smirk to spread across his face. "... we haven't yet addressed the fact that you've just admitted to me you enjoyed being tormented at the hands of the God of Mischief."

You gasped indignantly. "I did not say I enjoyed it!"

"So you don't enjoy it?"

Your eyes widened, mouth opening and closing as though trying to find the words to retort but coming up short. A wonderful blossom of color appeared on your cheeks, and that told Loki everything he needed to know. Before you could come up with something to say, he'd grabbed hold of your sides and begun kneading his fingers into the soft skin. With a squeal, you doubled over and grabbed his wrists, eventually falling back against the bed, overcome with helpless giggles.

He relished in the vibration of your laughter beneath his fingertips, the soft warmth of your palms against his forearms, the way you would jolt and squeak on occasion as he allowed his hands to roam in search of more sensitive skin. It was self-indulgent of him, he knew. But he had deprived himself of your company for too long. Your sweet laughter was, to him, a cool drink of water after days in an arid desert; he hadn’t appreciated it until he’d gone without, and now he couldn’t live without it. Gods, he was done for. But he simply didn’t care anymore. He had to have you in his life.

And you - you squirmed and thrashed beneath his fingers as he shifted to kneel beside you and clawed at your belly, but he’d known you long enough to understand when you were truly fighting, and this wasn’t that. Perhaps you did truly need this as much as he did after so long without his presence. Though, your fight notably increased in effort as his fingers traveled up your ribs toward the space under your arms, your head shaking wildly as you began to push at Loki with your feet.

“It seems the higher my hands travel, the more nervous you become,” he observed, grinning fondly at the crinkle that had formed on the bridge of your nose from the sheer force your desperate laughter was exerting on your facial features. "Why is that?"

“I-hi won’t TEHELL YOU!!” You stubborn thing, pretending as though he didn’t know the answer to his question already, like it was a heavily guarded secret.

“Very well.” He snatched up your ankles, pulling your legs straight and locking them in the crook of his elbow. He knew from watching Thor tormenting you that your feet weren’t exceedingly ticklish, but your knees certainly were, and so he took advantage of his newly unhindered access to scratch along the taut skin on the undersides of your knees with his free hand. Suddenly, you were desperately trying to tug your ankles free of his grasp as loud laughter tore from your chest. “Ah, yes. This spot should do the trick, I think.”

“LOHOKIHI I CAHAN’T TAHAKE IT!” you shrieked.

“You’re doing an excellent job thus far, darling.”

Loki probably was too reckless, he thought, by having shifted to sit cross-legged as you had been previously, trying to get more comfortable. It allowed you the opportunity to suddenly reach out and dust your delicate fingers across the sole of his foot, scratching at the arch. A surprised splutter of a laugh left his mouth as his attention refocused on your tickling fingers, and you leapt at the chance to roll onto your side to grab his ankle with your other hand in an attempt to hold him down for a moment to get your revenge. Unlike you, he was exceedingly ticklish there, but he still had the wherewithal to prevent himself from kicking you as he struggled to escape your hold. Unfortunately, it provided you a few extra seconds to flit your fingers along the heel of his foot, your eyes lighting up even as he successfully pried your hands away from himself and held them in place.

“Do you really think that was a good idea?” He shifted to kneel once again, not releasing your wrists as he scooted closer so he could hover over you threateningly. Wrists still clasped in his hands, he made a show of gradually dragging your arms up over your head. Those beautiful eyes of yours went wide and pleading, your feet scrambling to get better traction to escape his hold. “Oh dear… now you’re truly nervous, aren’t you?”

“L-Lohoki it’s soho bad, I cahahan’t!” you begged, already giggling in anticipation despite the fact that he wasn’t yet touching you.

“It is unwise to admit such weakness to the God of Mischief, darling.” He successfully pinned your wrists over your head, crossing them over one another to hold them in one of his hands while the other hovered threateningly over the taut skin under your arm. Your laughter pitched up at the sight of his fingers in such close proximity to what was clearly your weak spot, your squirming increasing in effort. “Laughing already? This will be quite entertaining.”

“N-n-nohoho Loki, have mehercy, ha-have MERCY!” A screech left your lips as his fingers descended on your underarm, and you began writhing at the lightest scratching of his fingertips against the thin fabric of your shirt. He was taken aback by the strength of your reaction, having expected it to be bad but not this bad.

“How is it possible that I never learned of this weakness before? You are utterly and hopelessly ticklish.” He switched to the other arm, wriggling just two fingers in the dead center and chuckling as your laughter pitched up and your back arched in desperation.

“Whehen… AHAH whehen I-hi gehet my HAHANDS ON YOHOU…”

“Threatening me?” Loki clicked his tongue. “Perhaps I’m not trying hard enough.”

He heard your feet pounding against the mattress the moment he started clawing with a five-fingered attack against the softest skin under your arm, shifting his target slightly every few seconds until he discovered the spot along your highest ribs toward your shoulder that made you howl with laughter. Pausing only a second to smirk at your wide-eyed expression, he dug into the spot, releasing your wrists in order to shoot his other hand underneath your other arm before you had the chance to clamp them to your sides.

“L-AHAH LOKI PLEHEHEASE!” You were beginning to sound breathless, and so he finally decided to show you mercy, relenting in his ticklish onslaught and allowing you to catch your breath through residual giggles. You lay still for a moment, chest rising and falling sharply as your breathing gradually slowed to a normal rate. Then you sat up, face only a few inches from Loki’s as you sat side by side on the bed facing opposite directions. A strand of your hair had fallen over your face, eyes crinkled from the width of your smile. He was, perhaps, so enraptured by you that he didn’t notice the mischievous gleam in your eye until you had launched your attack on his sides.

“Pfft-heheh yohou little fox,” he spluttered as he doubled over, grasping at your wrists. “Initiating a-heheh-a sneheh-sneak attahack like thahat…”

“You were staring straight at me! There’s nothing sneaky about it - you were just distracted,” you countered, shifting to dig your fingers into his belly. He was surprised at how overwhelming the sensation was, drawing loud laughter from his chest and weakening his hold on your forearms. You laughed triumphantly, scratching faster at the spots where your hands were poised.

“Ha-ha! Not so tough now, are you, Loki?” He felt heat blossoming in his cheeks as you teased him, but he didn’t care. Whatever kept that lovely smile on your face, he would endure.

Your fingers strayed too far from their target toward his ribs, and it was just enough for him to regain the wherewithal to turn the tables, grabbing at the skin just above your hips and pinching at it rapidly. With a shriek, your hands fell from his torso to protect your own, wrapping both arms around your waist to block as much ticklish skin as possible.

Expertly evading your arms, he slotted his fingers between your biceps and your ribs, scratching with eight fingers while he kneaded his thumbs into the fronts of your lower ribs. With a gentle push, he knocked you onto your back while continuing his attack, following you down onto the bedspread. Your eyes were squeezed shut tight as laughter tore from your chest, your hands closing tightly around Loki's wrists.

"Do you regret it yet?" he teased you, increasing the speed of his tickling fingers. Your eyes flew open wide, catching Loki's gaze.

The proximity of his face to yours, the way he'd fallen on top of you to pin you down, was suddenly evident when you locked eyes with him. The shock of it caused him to stop tickling you abruptly. He'd never been this close to you. Never had he been able to see the individual flecks of color in your irises like this before. He was mesmerized, entranced.

And you noticed.

As your giggles slowly faded, your features softened. Your cheeks, already bright from exertion, flushed with a deeper hue of color than he'd ever seen grace your skin before. Your wide, ticklish smile faded but didn't fully disappear, a gentle upturning remaining on the corners of your mouth as you gently drew your bottom lip between your teeth. The simple movement drew Loki's eyes to your mouth, his tongue subconsciously slipping out to wet his own lips. His heart rate was slowly ticking upward, and through the vibrations emanating from within your chest against his palms where they rested still on your ribs, yours was steadily increasing as well.

Neither of you said anything for a moment. There was an electric-like energy buzzing between you like nothing Loki had ever experienced. He wanted to kiss you. He needed to kiss you. But he had to say something, lest you panic at the sudden pressing of his lips against yours.

"I... I've not been fully honest with you." His voice was low, deep in his throat. Your eyebrows rose in confusion at the revelation, though you didn't appear upset.

"Oh?"

"I never thought you were angry with me. That isn't why I've avoided you." One of his hands slid down to capture your waist, and you allowed it, unraveling your arms from around your torso in complete trust that he wouldn't take advantage.

"Then... why did you do it?" Your voice was barely a whisper, eyes swimming with some poignant emotion Loki couldn't quite place. But he was already too far in this now to turn back, and if he didn't have your lips on his soon, he thought he might explode.

"Because... because I'm a coward." A breathy laugh puffed out of your nose, easing his nerves enough to continue. "I couldn't face the truth, so I ran from it instead."

"Loki." Your tone was gentle as your hand lifted from your side, fingers sliding around his neck as your palm cupped his jaw. He melted into your touch, his eyes slipping closed as he released a slow breath. "Tell me the truth."

"The truth... the truth is... I'm in love with you."

Loki braced himself for the look of shock, the disgusted grimace, the panicked yelp of surprise at learning this monster you'd befriended had actual feelings for you. But it never came. Instead, your lips curled into a shy smile, that beautiful color on your cheeks spreading out to your ears.

And that was all he needed.

Loki ducked his head in a surge of passion to capture your lips with his. You let out an adorable squeak of surprise, and Loki's lips curled into an amused smile against yours at the sound. It only took a second for you to melt into his kiss. Encouraged, he slipped his hand at your waist around the small of your back, relishing in the warmth of you against his palm.

You'd stolen his breath along with his heart. His free hand, the one not pressing your body against his, slid behind your neck so he could deepen the kiss. In return, your fingers laced through the hair at the nape of his neck and tugged gently, sending a pleasant wave of chills down his spine. He growled deep in his throat in appreciation, grasping your waist tighter and rolling swiftly onto his back, dragging you on top of him. You giggled at the sudden motion, breaking apart from his lips to grin at him while you regained your bearings.

"Norns, you are absolutely ravishing," Loki breathed against your lips before pressing his hand against the back of your neck gently to bring you closer and kiss you again. Your hand still rested below his ear, your other hand finding its place on his side. His lips moved in tandem with yours, drinking in the taste of you he'd so desperately craved these past few weeks. You captured his bottom lip between your teeth, tenderly nipping the skin as you pulled away again. Your eyes were hazy and your breathing heavy, your smile as bright as ever as you gazed upon your new lover.

"I should tell you..." you breathed, "... I've been in love with you for months."

Loki laughed, his brows shooting up in surprise. "You have?"

"Yes." You pressed a kiss to his lips. "I didn't want to tell you-" Your lips met the corner of his mouth, "- because I was afraid." Another kiss, this time on his cheek.

"We are more alike than I thought - mm." Your lips pressed softly against his jaw below his ear, eliciting a hum of content that only encouraged you to repeat the gesture, drifting down the side of his neck. "You, too, are a coward, then?"

"Hey!" You lifted your head to glare playfully, digging your fingers into his ribs where your hand rested. He jolted in surprise at the ticklish sensation, barking out a laugh.

"N-now, darling - you don't want to be starting that again," he warned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. But your eyes were a mirror image of his with that impish spark, and you lay your weight down more heavily against him as you picked right back up tickling his side. He started to protest, but you silenced him with your lips, drinking in his laughter as you kissed him. Turning his head, he continued to scold you playfully. "I-hi'm nohot warning yohou again, dear..."

"Oh, are you threatening me?" you teased, mocking his tone from earlier as your fingers dance across his belly.

"Oh-hoho, thahat's it!" Wrapping his arms around you tight, Loki wriggled his fingers into your ribs, succeeding in halting your attack. You squealed and writhed in his arms, swatting at him as he caught your lips once again. He let his hands travel up to tickle under your arms for just a moment, just long enough to show you what torment awaited if you repeated your transgressions, then stopped altogether when your squirming against him started to become violent.

"Gohods, Loki!" you huffed, rolling off of him to lay beside him on the bed. "One of these days I'm gonna get Thor to help me get you back. No more saving you."

"Go on. See what happens when I get you alone after that." Loki turned onto his side to gaze at you fondly. "You truly love me?"

"Well I wasn't lying to you, was I, Mr. God of Lies?" You rolled to face him as well, grinning. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear with his fingers and you shuddered at his gentle touch, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

"How did you come to love someone like me?"

Your eyes slid open, and you leaned forward to kiss him slowly and passionately. "How could I not? You... you're everything to me."

There, lying beside you with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist and feeling the warmth of your body against every inch of his own, he wondered how he'd survived these last few weeks without you. Because you...

You were everything to him, too.

#loki x reader #loki tickle #loki fluff #soft loki #loki x you #loki x female reader #marvel tickle #marvel fluff #ticklish!reader #ticklish!loki #tickle fic #tickle fluff #Thor tickle

[spideysatellite]

breathe with me

warnings: swearing. mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

word count: 1k

parings/characters: Steve Rogers x reader

a/n: hello everyone! I hope you're all okay.

summary: the reader in this has anxiety and is having a panic attack, Steve comforts them.

1, 2, 3, 4 - come on just breathe you can do this. Uh pillow, book, blanket. Shit, come on y/n just breathe! 1, 2, 3- none of this fucking works!

"y/n? you in there?" a muffled voice from behind your bedroom door speaks.

You don't have the energy to reply, too busy focusing on steadying your breathing. You begin to pick at the skin around your finger nails, anything to distract yourself from the overwhelming sense of dread filling both your chest and stomach.

You don't get it. A lot of people with anxiety don't. One minute you're fine, relaxed, playing your favourite video game, listening to your favourite music, and then you find yourself on the floor struggling to breathe.

It's often forgot about by others that we are all different. What may make someone hurt for 10 minutes, could hurt another for a lifetime.

Your mind struggles to focus on anything but the aggressive pounding in your head and the dull ache in your chest. Make it stop, please just make it stop.

"y/n?" the voice starts again. You can't make out who it is, but you need that person to either go away or get you some oxygen or something because shit, you can't fucking breathe.

"y/n, I'm coming in okay?" the voice reveals itself to be Steve.

Steve, the human version of a golden retriever. Steve, the man who let you rant, cry and scream at 2am when you needed someone to listen. He listened. He really did.

The next morning you woke up to a more relaxed team of Avengers. You didn't know, but Steve had met with the team to discuss the 'chaotic' mornings around the avengers compound, especially on days off when they had no reason for the chaos.

This meant Thor would stop putting his hammer in front of the tv, which he did to piss off Loki. This often meant that Steve would have to move Mjolnir before Loki stabbed his older brother. The younger god had become a fan of reality tv since living on Midgard, not that he would admit that. Loki often spent his time in the common room watching what he could only describe as 'pathetic' and 'petty' shows, which only showed people constantly arguing.

Tony stopped arguing with Bucky about technology from the 1940s, well not completely, just in the mornings. Vision stopped making surprise appearances in everyone's room to tell them that breakfast was ready. Sam stopped flying redwing around the compound at 6am and waited until at least 10am.

"y/n, I'm going to need to try and look at me" Steve spoke gently from beside you.

Man is this guy is fast he was standing in the door frame a second ago. You turned you head to look at Steve and no matter how gently he asked, if you couldn't tell yourself to breathe, how would you be able to breathe for him.

Steve slowly moved in front of you. He now sat cross-legged on the floor opposite you. He looked at you intently trying to get your eyes to focus on his.

"I'm s-sorry" you quickly breathed out. He watched you, kindness flooding his eyes.

"Shhh, you have nothing to be sorry for" he responded.

"I do, you've already done so much for me and I'm still, I'm still-" your emotions took over and tears started to pool in your eyes.

Steve lifted his hands to your cheek, pausing searching your eyes for permission to touch your face.

"Can I?" He asked and you nodded.

"yes"

Steve softly wiped the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. He then reached out for your hand.

"May I?"

"yes"

He gently picked your hand up and placed it over his chest. He began to take deep breaths and nodded to you to do the same.

"I need you to follow my breathing, can you do that for me?" he asked quietly.

You nodded and closed your eyes, trying to focus on the gentle beat of Steve's heart under the palm of your hand. Steve watched you, his eyes still filled with kindness and care. He understood what you were going through. He suffered with anxiety and panic attacks too.

When he woke up out of the ice, Steve went to his old neighbourhood. Brooklyn had changed. He visited where he once lived, where he grew up and it was gone. That's how Steve found himself in the alley next to a new burger joint, well he thought it was new even though it had opened in the 1980s. The last time he saw it, it was a barber shop.

His breathing was shallow and his head felt heavy. He was leaning on the wall, the bricks offering him some support, but not enough. His mind was racing. The last time he was on this street he was walking home with Bucky after drinks. Bucky, his best friend who he watched fall to his death. The last time he was in this alley he was getting beat up by some asshole. That asshole is probably dead now.

Steve stayed in that alley for 20 minutes. 20 minutes of being overwhelmed by his surroundings. He doesn't know how he got home that day, he does, however, remember feeling exhausted for at least a week after.

He began to trace shapes up and down your arm. He watched as you started to breathe in sync with him, slowly calming down.

After a few minutes your eyes fluttered open and you felt calmer. Steve gave you a soft smile and you smiled back.

"Thank you" you spoke, quietly.

"Anytime" He replied.

You begin to stand and Steve stood at the same time. You legs wobbled slightly and Steve held your arms to steady you. He guided you to your bed so you could be more comfortable. He then began to leave.

"S-Steve?" you stuttered.

"Yeah?" he turned around to face you again.

"Could you stay here? For awhile?" you asked.

"Of course" He walked back over to your bed.

You lay down next to him and he begins drawing shapes up and down your arm again.

"Thank you" you tell him again.

"Anytime" he smiled.

#steve rogers #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america fluff #sam wilson #bucky barnes #loki #thor #vision #tony stark #the avengers #avengers

[astaroth1357]

The MC is a Valkyrie

Demigod MC Series: Intro

Greek: Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia, Nyx

Norse: Valkyrie

A bit of a change of pace this time! No worries, I'm not done with the Greeks or anything. I just had this idea and wanted to get it out. 

Valkyries aren't really demigods, but are a part of Norse myth as the minor divinities that help choose and deliver fallen warriors to Valhalla to join the ranks of the einherjar (the souls who will fight when Ragnarok comes). Valkyries are depicted as women who are fierce warriors in their own right. Despite their place as the gatekeepers of the Chosen, they've been said to sometimes take heroes and mortals as lovers or take residence in Midgard posing as daughters of royals/nobility. 

Lucifer 

At first, they thought they grabbed an heiress - which would have been bad enough - but then the MC grew wings, drew a spear, and asked who among them wanted a glorious death...

How hard is it to find ONE damn human on Earth? Isn't that realm supposed to be full of them??

Diavolo was thankfully able to talk their winged friend down from skewering Asmo and accepting the exchange on behalf of the human wo-… Midgard. 

Living with a Valkyrie is different for sure. The MC is a proud woman who takes her role very seriously and she's seemingly deemed him and his brothers as candidates for einherjar (despite being demons).

He's tried many, many times to explain to her that they're not interested, but she's unconvinced. Now the MC watches his brothers like a hawk waiting to cart one of them off to Valhalla! Any mortal wound could be an excuse...

He's had to save Beel and Satan twice from getting dragged to that infernal palace… For whatever reason, she seems to have taken to them the most. Is it old Norse culture to favor the brash and strong? He has no idea...

At the very least, she knows better than to try to drag him into her little plans. Though he's sure he could qualify for the einherjar (obviously, why wouldn't he?) he has no interest in leaving his life here behind.

To think he'd actually have to put surveillance on his own brothers for their safety… But they're not going to get drafted into some ancient Norse war, not if he can help it.

Mammon 

She’s an heiress… An heiress!!

Well, her human world identity is an heiress to a well-respected (and rather magical) rich family but that still technically counts! She’s crazy loaded back there! He’s in love!!

The only problem is that in the Devildom she doesn’t have a cent.

… and the fact that she keeps trying to get him killed. That’s also a problem.

In a way, things are not as bad and exactly as bad as that sounds. The MC apparently wants him to go to Valhalla (dope) but she can’t just take him there… He technically has to die in some kind of “vallent battle” first.

Her solution? Pick fights with nearly anything that moves and drag him into it!

Honestly, it’s pretty annoying… Sometimes he just wants to have a fun night out without getting into a barfight, you know??

At least the MC can handle herself… Hell, he was her "babysitter" but she barely even needed him. A lesser demon once made the bad idea of trying to cup her ass and lost a hand for his trouble…

Though, what this amounts to is the MC starting something then fighting alongside him like back-to-back badasses while looking for any excuse to scoop him up and fly him to Asgard!

Why does he put up with this? Well for starters human world rich is still rich, all he has to do is get himself a portal then he's living the high life! And secondly, well… what's the harm?

Sure, she technically wants him dead but he's the secondborn! The list of people who can take him down is so slim that it's not like he's in any danger. She even fights with him so things are a piece of cake!

Is this a case where he's 100% more forgiving because she's rich? Yes. Absolutely. But a golddigger's gotta eat somehow, right?

Leviathan 

Is it weird to be jealous over someone not wanting you to die...?

Okay, that's an oversimplification but Levi can’t help but feel snubbed that the MC doesn’t have any interest in taking him to Asgard. Like, none! And why not??

He’s strong! He’s tough! He’s part snake too! Don’t the Nords have a thing about that? Like, there’s a giant snake they’re all worried about?? Maybe he could communicate with it!

Logically, Levi knows that he really shouldn’t press her on this… MC is pretty much a Grim Reaper with a Norse coat of paint and Asgard doesn’t really sound like his speed. No anime, no video games, not even cable! It’s just eat, train, and drink all day… Ew.

But still… What makes him an odd one out? 

At best, she just knows he wouldn't be happy there. At worst, she's underestimating his skill… or maybe she's gauged him just right? He's always known he was weak!! 😫

Oh well... at least she's not a bore to be around. Far from it. She treats EVERYTHING like a life or death trial - he's pretty sure that if he challenged her to rock, paper, scissors she'd commend him for his bravery and swear on her sisters that she won't lose.

He once made the mistake of inviting her and Simeon for a game of Devil Party and they both got so into it that they nearly had a duel to the death as a tiebreaker… 

Thank Devil that the game had a pre-programmed minigame for that kind of thing… It would have gotten messy otherwise.

Well, even if his other brothers go to Asgard, he can just chill out here with Lucifer and Asmo… right…? Actually, no, that sounds horrible! MC, he changes his mind!! Take him too!!! 😭

Satan 

How many times does he have to say that he doesn’t want to go to Asgard?!?

Well, okay that’s not entirely true. Out of scientific curiosity, seeing the godly realm of the old Nords would be fascinating but he doesn’t want to stay, which the MC seems to have trouble understanding…

He’s not even sure why she's singled him out for einherjar status… Any one of his brothers are powerful beings in their own right and he’s not particularly, uh, “even-tempered” himself...

His best guess is she saw him wipe out a handful of lesser demons at some point and declared him Ragnarok material. He always ends up throwing around at least three of those idiots a week so checks out… 

If he's being honest, her very existence raises so many questions… Does this mean that Ragnarok is real? Will the human world be swallowed up by the sea? Will the gods of Asgard fight and die as a new world is established? When??

Unfortunately, the MC won't tell him when it all will come to pass (he suspects even she doesn't know) just that Loki will trigger it… Someone keep tabs on that guy.

Until then, he just has to put up with her attempts to convince him but his patience is wearing thin… He's pretty sure he threw a bookshelf at her once but she caught it anyway so yeah...

He did challenge her to a proper duel too but… well let's say she's a Valkyrie for a reason and leave it at that. (Being saved by Lucifer was so humiliating… He's done here, move on already!!)

Asmodeus

First things first, she's gorgeous. Beautiful! Divine! (Literally 🤭)

Now that that's out of the way… She may also have a screw or two loose.

Like, he gets it. She's a Valkyrie and snapping up strong souls is her thing but come on… Mammon? Really? Why would he get into Valhalla instead of him, huh??

Why can't he get to go to the beautiful afterlife of the old Norse with all their strapping warriors, lovely maidens, and endless partying?? It's not fair!!

Ugh… and now she's got him sounding like LEVI! How frustrating…

Well, it may not be that bad. According to MC, he'd have to do battle training in Valhalla and that wouldn't really agree with his beauty routine. Like dirt, sweat, blood, and muscles? No thanks! Not for him.

He asked MC if he could get some kind of pass, but no dice… Maybe he could still convince her to let him vacation there… Or go for a visit? Just one? Surely that couldn't be so bad right?? He's heard that Thor looks NOTHING like people think he does and he's so curious!!

The closest he's ever gotten was challenging the MC to a fashion contest for a visit, but he dropped that idea quick when she proposed that they somehow include a wrestling match in the dressing room (and he knows she didn't mean the fun kind...)

As much as he'd love to get skin-to-skin with MC, the idea of getting locked in a chokehold was less appealing for some reason. 🤔

Ah well, he'll just have to make due admiring her wonderful body clothed for the time being… There's something to be said about muscular ladies, no?

Beelzebub 

So she’s almost convinced him to join the einherjar like twice now…

He’s not the best at making decisions when he’s hungry and the MC keeps hyping up the food… Apparently it’s really good up there and MC says that she’s never seen an empty platter... Just thinking about it makes his stomach do backflips.

Thankfully for him, Lucifer usually steps in before Beel can sign his soul away and reminds him that he can’t just abandon the family for a meal, even if it is a feast.

You'd think he'd be annoyed but Beel isn't really bothered by her habit of trying to bring everyone to Asgard. At least not on a personal level.

Like Lucifer, he doesn't want to see his family broken up so he'd rather she wouldn't… But she's a Valkyrie right? It's what she does. It's not like she can help it.

In a weird way, he also thinks she means well. She just respects them and wants them to have a good afterlife. It would be kind of sweet if they didn't have to die for it first…

If he's being honest, he's not that worried about it anyway. His family is pretty tough, not a lot in the Devildom can take them down. As long as they're careful, everybody should be alright. 🙂

Maybe he could get MC to make some Valhallan food for them in the Devildom… Or he could get one of those immortality apples?? Though those would extend his life wouldn't they…? Oh well...

Belphegor 

Belphie's attempt to kill the MC went something like this:

Belphie: *switches to his demon form* "I can't believe you actually trusted me!"

MC: *blinks* "Oh. So you want to challenge me then?"

Belphie: "What?"

MC: "Ah, now I see! You want to fight to prove your valor then die by my hand??"

Belphie: "What are yo-??"

MC: *summons wings and golden spear* "I like your spunk, demon!! Fight me with all you have and perhaps I'll take you to Valhalla! May you join us in our fight as a brother!!"

Belphie: "What the hell are you talking about!?!"

To his credit, he put up a good fight and probably would have gotten into Asgard if Lucifer hadn't intervened to save his life.

It can be said that the MC's Valkyrie-hood took Belphie completely by surprise. Sure, he thought she was a little weird for a "human" but challenging him to a duel to the death? That came out of nowhere!

His uneasiness about her only grew after he found out that she's been literally trying to get Beel killed! How in the world were his brothers so relaxed about this?? She's insane!!

So say what you will about the MC, but she's managed to do the impossible. She got Lucifer and Belphie to make up and work together on something! (i.e. making sure she doesn't send them all to their deaths)

Between Lucifer monitoring his brothers and Belphie watching the MC, they'll keep everybody in the Devildom where they belong. That's a promise!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

[feralthoughtdump]

The Kind of Love I’ve Been Dreaming Of

Based on the music video for Dinner & Diatribes by Hozier

CW: smut, a little bit of playing with fire, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (remember, always wear protection, Loki being a little bit manipulative???

Word Count: 2.3k

It was common knowledge that cats enjoyed playing with their food before they eat and right now, it was clear that Loki was the cat, and she… well, she was the food. 

To an outsider, maybe someone who knew little about Loki and the girl seated across from him, the scene was set like a fancy dinner date.

And in a way, it was. The tables were set with an array of dishes. Gold goblets filled with wine, and candles illuminated the room in a warm glow. 

She looks regal in the emerald green gown. The elaborate gold embroidery glitters under the candlelight and the long bell sleeves drape elegantly against her forearms. 

Loki’s quite proud of himself for choosing that gown. It was exquisite, truly a stunning piece. 

It was a picture-perfect romantic dinner. 

But of course, because Loki was well… Loki, he wanted to have some fun beforehand. He wanted to play a little game. 

The rules were simple. If the match hits him, she wins. 

And so far, she was far from winning.

So needless to say, a grin was stretched wide across his face as he stares at her brows furrow in frustration. 

“This is impossible.” She huffs, flicking the match against the box. 

The little flame flickers and disappears as the match lands a foot away from him.

“No,” He chuckles. “You just aren’t doing it right.” 

She crosses her arms and stares daggers into him. 

“Then why don’t you give me a hint?”

“You know I can’t do that.”

She scoffs. 

“Why not?”

He raises his arms.

“Well, that’ll take the fun out of it!”

There’s a pang of slight annoyance in her tone. 

“It’ll take the fun out of it for you. As of this moment, I’m not having any fun.”

It was such a simple game yet it was difficult. And the long, heavy sleeves of her gown do little to help. 

She sets the box of matches on the table.

“You said if I hit you with the match, I’ll win. What exactly am I winning?”

He leans forward, eyes twinkling with excitement.

“That’s for you to find out. After you win.”

She rolls her eyes and laughs.

“How am I supposed to claim my prize if I’m playing a game I can’t win? You know what? I’m not playing anymore. I don’t care about the prize.”

As she gets up, she feels invisible hands tug her back into the chair. 

“Now, now, pet,” his voice is silvery, “don’t go running off now.”

“Loki,” her eyes widen as her fingers dance along the edge of the table “stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.” He chuckles, sitting still in his seat. 

It was like she was a puppet. Twisting and contorting her body into some strange dance. 

“Yes, you are!”

Her back arches against the table and her eyes meet Loki’s. He stares down at her with mischief in his eyes.

For a brief moment, his gaze and the low timbre of his voice ignited a fire within her abdomen. But it’s quickly dashed with a flick of his hand. 

She’s sent back into her chair, head nearly slamming into the wood. 

“Gods,” She groans. “I hate it when you do that.”

Loki laughs.

“Then stay seated and keep playing.” 

“I told you, I’m done playing.”

“Oh, pet, you give up so easily, even when you’re playing a simple game.”

She scowls. The whole “game” was bordering on pure irritation for her. 

“It’s not that simple when it’s near impossible to flick-“

She’s been playing it all wrong. 

Loki had said that as long as the match hits him, she wins. However, he never said how the match had to hit him. Flicking the match was never a requirement. 

She had simply assumed that she was supposed to flick the match at him. 

So with a quick hand, she ignites the match and simply tosses it at him. 

Her skin glows gold as the figure burns in front of her, engulfed in flames. 

“Congratulations.” His voice rings from behind her. “You’ve won.” 

The figure dissolves, revealing that his seat was empty the whole time. 

Sneaky bastard. 

Her head whips around, eyes landing on the god. 

“So I wasn’t even playing with the real Loki?”

His long legs stride towards her, footsteps echoing through the room.

“Do you think I would sit there and let you throw matches at me?” He places a finger under her chin, tilting her head to look at him. 

“I guess not.” 

He walks around the table and sits in the empty chair. He beckons her with a crook of his finger.

She’s about to stand when Loki shakes his head. 

“There’s a space between us. Crawl.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Are you being serious?”

“I am. Now, crawl.”

She slowly shifts, placing a knee on the table. Before she can say anything else, she feels her limbs move. His invisible strings manipulate her body and pull her towards him. 

She doesn’t fight it. Sure, it scared her, him taking control over her body, but at the same time, it excited her. 

When she reaches him, he places a firm hand on her back, helping her into his lap, thighs straddling his. 

“Now, it’s time for you to claim your prize.”

His fingers move the dark silk around her thighs, letting the fabric bunch around her hips and exposing her bare cunt to the cool air.

She noses at his jaw, placing a kiss next to his ear. Her lips trail kisses down his cheekbone and to his lips. 

“But we haven’t eaten yet.” She murmurs. “And those strawberries look really fresh.”

He captures her lips with fervor. 

“You’re right, but there’s something else I want to-“

She places her arms on his shoulders and pushes back. “I want to eat at least something.” She bats her eyelashes at him. “Please?”

Loki gives her a sugary grin. “Alright, my love.” 

The strawberry he brings to her lips is sweet. As the juice dribbles past her lower lip, he gently wipes it away with the pad of his thumb.

She parts her lips and uses her tongue to draw his thumb into her mouth. 

“You are insatiable,” He chuckles, pushing his thumb deeper into her mouth. 

She sucks on the digit, lapping at the last of the juice. A burning desire swims through her veins, replacing her appetite for food with something more lustful. 

His thumb is pulled from her lips with a pop and she can feel Loki stiffen underneath her.

She slowly grinds herself down on his clothed erection. The leather of his pants feels good against her cunt, making her wetter than she already is.

A needy gasp leaves her lips when he bites her neck, sucking a dark mark right above her collarbone.

It was a sign of ownership. A sign that she was his.

“Now,” he skims his teeth against the sensitive skin, making her yelp. “All of Asgard will know you’re mine.”

There’s a gentle tug on her hair and she tilts her head back. Loki takes this as an opportunity to let his saliva fall into her open mouth. She swallows it with blissed-out eyes and a grin on her face.

“Look at you.” He moves his hand to caress the length of her neck. “So pretty. So perfect.”

She hums, head thrown back, reveling in his soft touch. 

“You flatter me.” 

He playfully nips at her collarbone, smiling at her sweet giggle.

“It’s not flattery if what I’m saying is true.” 

She pulls herself closer to him and presses her lips to his.

It’s ravenous, hungry, and fiery with clashing teeth and bitten lips.

“Loki” she pants, “I need you. I need you now.” 

With desperate hands, they work in tandem to pull his leather pants past his hips. 

She reaches down to wrap her fingers around his cock, feeling it stiffen in her hand.

He hisses when she runs her finger over the tip.

Loki runs his palm up her thigh, fingers ghosting over her core. 

She squirms in his lap as he pushes a finger past her folds. 

“Stay still.” He murmurs. “Keep stroking my cock.”

She gulps and pumps her hand up and down, drawing groans from his mouth.

Loki pushes another finger inside of her, releasing a whimper from her. 

He pauses, eyes widening slightly with concern.

“Did I hurt you?” He gently asks.

“No.” She gasps. “It feels good. Keep going.” 

Loki grins and crooks his fingers upward.

“Look at that.” His other hand reaches behind her head, forcing her to look down at his fingers. “So wet already.”

He removes his fingers from inside of her and places a firm hold on her hips, her pussy hovering over his hard cock. 

A whine slips past her lips as she lowers herself onto him.

The stretch burns and tears prick at her eyes. 

“Come on, love.” He rubs his thumb against her jugular. “I know you can take it.”

A loud gasp leaves her lips as he pulls her down, spearing her onto his cock.

She grabs onto the golden horns of his helmet so she doesn’t fall, knuckles slowly turning white. 

Slowly, she lifts herself using his helmet for support and lowers herself back down.

“You like the horns, don’t you, pet?” He teases.

She gives him a desperate whine and is met with a tightened grip on her throat.

“I want a verbal answer, darling.” He seethes. 

“Yes.” She whines. “I like the horns.”

He releases his hold on her neck and sits back, watching her pull herself up and sink back down. 

Every thrust of his hips sends shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through her body, and she can feel herself wanting more. More of him. She wanted to be closer. 

A hand releases its grip from the helmet, grabbing onto the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. They pant into each other’s mouths through bitten lips and needy whines and gasps. 

His grip on her tightens as he cums, throwing his head back and groaning. It brings her closer to the edge, but the feeling of his warm cum painting her walls wasn’t enough to bring her to an orgasm. 

But Loki is far from finished. He pulls out and she whines, desperation coursing through her veins. 

She’s left shaking, face flushed, and chest heaving as his cum trickles down her thighs. 

His eyes light up in a way that only means one thing: he has an idea. 

Excitement and dread fill her mind. What sick and twisted idea did he have in mind? To edge her to the point of tears, or to make her cum over and over again until her brain was mush?

She watches with bitten lips and wide eyes as he stands, leaving her in the chair.

“Loki, what-“

“Hush, my love.” He slowly takes his helmet off and places it atop her head. “Beautiful.”

He sinks to his knees, large hands spreading her thighs. A groan leaves his lips at the sight. 

“Loki-“

Her words are cut off when he licks a stripe up her folds. He grabs her thighs, the pads of his fingers digging into her skin, and pulls her towards him. Her knees are placed on his shoulders, allowing him to dive deeper.

From the view between her thighs, Loki thinks she’s beautiful, especially with his helmet. He’ll have to find one for her afterward. 

She’s divine, someone meant to sit on a throne. Someone meant to be queen. His queen. 

He’s always discussed the day of his coronation to her, picturing how people will kneel before him. But for her, he’d kneel for her any day of the week. 

“Gods,” he murmurs against her thigh, “you’d look good on a throne.”

“Uh-huh.”  she gasps, ignoring his words. “please, just shut up and stop teasing.”

Loki hums against her pussy.

“Of course, your majesty.” 

A loud moan reverberates through the room as he continues licking into her, soaking his face with her wetness and his cum. 

“Fuck!” She gasps, threading her fingers through his hair.

At this very moment, as he is drawing desperate sobs from her throat, he decides that he will make her queen. 

When he ascends to the throne, he’ll make sure there is one for her, all grand and gold. 

One of her hands grips onto one of the armrests and the other works its way into his hair, pulling his face closer to her. He deepens his ministrations and she lets out a strangled moan, pleasure coursing through her body. 

The intricate beading on her sleeves scratches at his face but he pays no mind to that. All he can focus on is how sweet she tasted against his tongue. Like the bowl of strawberries left abandoned on the dining table. 

She throws her head back, the heavy headpiece sliding down her forehead, obscuring her vision. Her hand quickly adjusts it so she can continue to admire the view from above. 

The prince has his eyes closed, cheeks, still flushed from his orgasm, pressed against her soft thighs. 

The sight sends her falling over the edge. She cums with gaspy breaths and loud moans. It’s music to his ears. 

As he stands from his position between her legs, she looks up at him with lust-glazed eyes. 

He bends over to grab her chin, pulling her in for another kiss, the taste of her orgasm fresh on her tongue. 

“Bless that silver tongue of yours.” She grins.

“You are the one who blessed it.” He gives her a cheeky smile, swooping her into his arms. 

“Don’t be vulgar.” She wraps her arms around his neck as he sits back in his chair. “Plus, I believe we still have to eat dinner.”

He laughs and presses a sweet kiss to the tip of her nose. 

“Oh, darling, I’ve already eaten.”

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[potter-imagines]

Being Thor and Loki's Little Sister and Dating Peter Parker Would Include...

Notes: wow I haven't written a marvel one in a long time pls don't read too much into the timeline lol I know things overlap but just go with it (:

Warnings: none... I think ??

Word Count: 3.6k (sorry its a bit long for a write like this but I couldn't help myself)

You managed to do a decent job at keeping your relationship under wraps from your brothers for quite some time

Of course every other member on the team knew before the two of you even begun officially dating

Peter had spent three months ranting and raving to Tony Stark about how cute he thought you were and how much he liked you

Tony insisted time and time again he should tell you but Peter’s fear of rejection was much too large for him to find the courage for that

Unbeknownst to him,

You had spilled about your crush on Peter to Wanda and Nat almost a week after living in the compound

Being the only other girls there besides Pepper, it was easy to confide in them

Day after day you would wander to Wanda’s room and lay on her bed and gush about how handsome Peter was and how kind of a heart he had

Wanda found it adorable

And Bucky, Steve and Sam had placed the pieces together after days on end of watching Peter and yourself flirt like school kids in the gym during training

Even after being frozen for years, Steve recognized the look of smitten on Peter’s face when he talked to you

Bruce on the other hand had to sit through most of the kids talks with Tony in the lab so he figured it out fast

So when the two of you finally confessed your feelings for one another and Peter asked you out, there was only one road block holding the moment back from perfection

Your brothers

You and Peter shared the news with all the other team members expect the two, possibly most important in your case, members

You’ve been close to your brothers since you were brought into this world so it wasn’t like you didn’t want to tell them

It was more or less how overprotective they could be that made you bite your tongue

And as nervous as you are, Peter is 1,000% more worried about your brother’s finding out

Like honestly can you imagine how petrified Peter would be to tell Thor and Loki you two were dating

He’d purposely walk in the opposite direction every time he saw either of the two for the first week

Couldn’t stop fumbling with his words when he spoke to either of them

Like he was terrified

It’s sort of a cliché to have protective older brothers but older brothers who were also both Gods ????

Peter felt like a deadman walking

When the day finally came that you did tell your brothers about your relationship with Peter, it was absolutely cringe worthy

Peter had been coming home to the tower after a long day at Midtown High School when he spotted you the second he stepped foot out of the elevator

His excitement had clouded his judgement as he failed to check and see if the coast was clear

“Y/n! Hey!”

He nearly tumbled over his own feet as he rushed over to you

His face was gleaming with happiness and for a brief moment you felt a smile creep to your face until you were pulled back to reality by his hand reaching out to grasp yours

Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at Peter and before you could warn him to stop, he had planted a soft kiss on your cheek

That adorable smile was glowing from his face as he reached down for your hand only to fall once you pulled your hand away

He gave you a look of confusion, clearly surprised by your lack of response

But when an awkward cough sounded from behind him, he suddenly knew why

Peter didn’t have enough time to make any sort of a move when a husky, all too familiar voice spoke up,

“Hello, man of spiders. May I ask why you just kissed our little sister?” “Oh shit- I uh, well you see I…um...she had something on her face so I uh…”

Loki would snicker in amusement at seeing the boy squirm and prolong his torture “So you kissed her?” “Yeah…” “Hm, there something you’d like to share, little one?”

It wasn’t exactly the way you were hoping to break the news to your brothers

But it was certainly one way of doing it

The rest of the night was filled with awkward tension as you and Peter had to confess the truth to your brothers, who then made you share the news with the rest of the team

Thankfully, the rest of the team pretended they were just hearing about your new relationship for the first time, seeing as no one wanted to deal with an angry Thor

Now let’s get into your relationship with Peter

Peter Parker is the most caring person in the universe

Honestly

And dating him certainly came with it’s perks

You can expect to wake up every morning with a fresh coffee and a pastry on your nightstand, courtesy of Peter

He’ll also write you a sweet little ‘good morning’ note with a sketch of spider-man hanging from a web

(( he’s actually pretty talented in the doodling department ))

Makes cute sketches of him as spiderman and you as a princess ( vv fitting)

But also draws you as a total badass saving the galaxy bc… well you are

Count on him to be the first person to greet you when the sunrises and the last person to wish you a goodnight when it falls

Gets Mr. Stark to buy you an iphone so he can teach you how to use it

Has your name as “goddess” in his phone

The first thing he does is teach you about texting so he can pay you in imessage games

Refuses to play you in battleship since you somehow have crushed him every single time

Gets slightly annoyed with the overwhelming amount of random photos you snap of him

But he knows its all new to you and finds it irritatingly adorable

Loves it when you walk home with him from school

Will also keep reminding you that you shouldn’t have walked alone all the way to Midtown High School alone

Peter often forgets that you’re Asgardian and can protect yourself just fine

But it’s so cute how protective he is

He’s very observant and notices nearly everything

Like when you’re feeling a bit homesick

He picks up on it right away and will ask Thor and/or Loki for advice

Or when you start to become bored and tired at one of Star’s parties

Peter made his way over you before you even had the chance to turn and search for him

He’d escort you back to your room and lay with you until he was positive you had fallen asleep

Kisses to the top of your head

Is the boyfriend that will take your makeup off for you if you wear any

(( and sets yours lashes on the nightstand so neatly and labels which eye they were on cause the poor boy doesn’t understand ))

Spends weeks learning how to master the intricate braids that adorn your head

It’s so cute cause he’ll sit and look up Youtube videos and try to learn how to make the different braids and is just so confused but so determined

Taking Peter to visit Asgard

“Woah- this place looks like something from Lord of the Rings! It’s awesome!” “Lord of the Rings? I’ve never met that God.” “Uh, no, it’s a movie from Earth. We can watch it when we go back.” “To Midgard?” “Midgard? No, to New York.”

Loves it when your people refer to you as “Princess Y/n”

For some reason it makes him blush

Will tell everyone back on Earth that he’s dating a princess

I could def see Peter getting annoyed and frustrated with the Asgardian men trying to flirt and win your heart

Although that’s something that already belong to Peter

And even though Peter trusts you entirely

He’s still insecure from time to time

Especially when he sees how much taller and stronger Asgardian men look in comparison to him

But he finds reassurance in the feeling of your hand in his and the gleeful smile adorning your face as you show him around your homeland

Attempting to help Peter study

Although you’re not much help to Midgardian school work “Peter, darling, I don’t have a clue what a watergate is and I haven’t an idea how that could be scandalous.”

Maths however you excelled in

And Peter was thoroughly surprised to find you had the sequence of PI memorized to the one hundredth number- and in song form

Holding your hand 24/7

Endless cuddles on the couch

And when you’re walking around together, he does that thing where he swings your hands and back forth

Movie theater dates… at the tower b/c your brothers feel the need to be in close proximity the you guys at all times

Trying ice cream for the first time with Peter at two in the morning

One of Peter’s favorite things to do with you is take you through a walk in his world

At least three times a week Peter and you will walk around the city and find new things your Asgardian self has yet to experience

Like pizza

New York pizza to be exact

And hot chocolate

Ice skating at Rockefeller Center once the weather got cold

Loves to take you for drives in the more woodsy land of New York once fall set in and the leaves began to change

But by far his favorite thing is showing you Midgardian films and movies of all sorts

He loves that you don’t judge him for nerding out over his love for films

Not to mention you actually sit and watch Star Wars with him

(( maybe it was the whole space element but Peter was just thrilled you liked it ))

But then he shows you ‘Alien’

And it was an instant regret

It took him the rest of the night to convince you that the movie was fake

You made him sleep in your room just for reassurance

Your favorite out of the films Peter played was called ‘Toy Story’

Buzz Lightyear reminded you of Thor

In terms of TV shows

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. which quickly became your guys comfort show

Parks & Rec too “That Andy fellow looks an awful lot like Starlord, don’t you think?”

Peter refuses to let you watch Black Mirror

After the whole incident with Alien

Black Mirror didn’t seem like a good idea

Constantly teasing from the rest of the Avengers

Tony just can’t help it

He loves tormenting the two of you

Especially when Thor and/or Loki are around

“Hey Peter, I thought I saw you go into Y/n’s room last night but I didn’t see you leave until the morning. Heard a lot of noise too- thought Y/n was getting attacked. What was that about?”

Or

“Kid, I got you those condoms you asked for. How’d you manage to run out of that last box so quick? I just bought it for you a week ago!” “Messing with you, they’re just sugar packets- Thor put Peter down right now!”

Aunt May absolutely adores you

Always tells Peter how sweet you are and is constantly inviting you over for dinner

Lets you two have sleepovers in his room at her place

As long as the door stays open

Peter can’t stop laughing when you compliment May on her ability to make an amazing bowl of cereal

She thought it was a joke seeing as she burned dinner the night before to a crisp and laughs until she’s in tears

And you’re literally sitting there so confused, clearly not understanding the joke

Peter then takes you on a trip to a grocery store for the first time to show you a whole aisle full of cereal

It is then that you realize Aunt May didn’t hand make the fruity pebbles

She still laughs about it to this day

Befriending Ned and listening enthusiastically while he gives you a full speech on the franchise Star Wars

And his rant on how terrible Star Trek is in comparison

Is shocked when you ask questions out of genuine interest

Ned immediately takes a liking to you after that and asks Peter daily to invite you to hangout

Whenever Stark adds an upgrade to his suit, you’re the first person Peter shows it to

He shares quite literally everything with you

As do you to him

The rest of the Avengers love gossiping about you guys

Nat and Wanda have already started planning the wedding and Pepper has the perfect venue in mind, much to your brothers dismay

For some reason

Thor and Loki are always within reasonable distance, enough so they can keep an eye on you but also give some sense of privancy

Thor is def always the first one to step in

“Peter, please remove your hand from my sister’s behind.” “Oh uh, ye-yeah… sorry, Mr.Thor.”

Loki would find Peter amusing

He loves to mess with him whenever given the chance

“Ah, Peter. Good to see you. I’m sure Y/n informed you of our task today. Very impressed that you offered yourself as the sacrifice to the aliens-” “Wait, what? Y/n?!” “He’s kidding, Peter.”

Everyone in the Avenger’s tower knew Peter was lactose intolerant and knew the repercussions of the boy consuming any sort of dairy

(( he physically cannot leave the bathroom for a full day ))

Yet Loki regularly will swap Peter’s specially labeled almond milk with a jug of skim milk just for the hell of it

There’s something so hilarious to him about the look of panic and alarm that smacks abruptly across Peter’s face as he quickly stumbles out of the kitchen to his room

It keeps him laughing for days

You’ll just shoot your brother a look of disapproval, clearly certain it was his doing

“Loki, why did Peter run off?” “Not sure, darling sister, maybe he’s got one of those stomach bugs. I’ve heard Midgardians are prone to them…weak bodies and such.” "You switched out his milk again didn’t you.” “I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re accusing me of, little one.”

Thor is a bit more hesitant on accepting your relationship with his fellow Avenger

He trusts that Peter would never harm you

Although he did not trust that you would never be harmed because of Peter

It was risky enough that both your brothers were big names in space, as well on Earth, however

Thor knew Loki and himself were capable of protecting you but Peter?

He was just a kid, in Thor’s eyes

However the one thing that kept him from telling you this was seeing how happy Peter made you

As your older brother, Thor trusted your judgement and tried his best to be accepting of his little sister dating

And as much as he wanted to deny it, he saw crystal clear the care and love Peter gave to you and he wasn’t willing to break that for you

Still

Thor is the type of brother to barge into a room and shove himself between Peter and yourself without warning

This man does not care at all

At least Loki has the decency to give you two space as a couple

Thor does not

He is constantly third wheeling on your dates and will ‘accidentally’ walk into rooms he knows you two are in claiming he forgot something

Not that he ever grabs anything,

He’ll usually just stand and stare at the two of you until you either leave the room or ask him to leave

To which he always answers,

“No.”

But with a smile

A smug smile

PDA is something he will never be okay with

Thor will yank Peter back by the collar every time he sees his lips on yours and glare at him, “Man of spiders, I know you’re in love with my little sister but kissing her infront of me is too far.”

And Loki will physically gag just to piss you off

For the most part, your relationship with Peter is nearly perfect

It would be entirely perfect if you weren’t constantly worrying about him dying on a mission or getting hurt

But still, just like any couple, you had your moments

And when you did fight, it was typically over Peter’s safety or him not wanting you to tag along for a mission

Your common way of dealing with conflict was the silent treatment

Which is pure torture for Peter

Not only does he miss the sound of your voice

He misses having you around

Seeing your smile

Hearing you laugh from something he said

He felt terrible everytime

He’d go to Tony for advice and spend hours rambling on to him about how sorry he was for yelling at you and for adding to the fight

Tony would half listen while he worked away on a new system and suit, offering a ‘yeah’ and ‘hmm’ every few seconds which pleased Peter who thought his mentor was fully listening

And after almost two hours of his non-stop talking, Tony Stark had reached his limit

Setting his wrench down on the metal table with a thud he turned around to face the young boy

“Kid, why’re you saying all this to me and not her? I mean, I’m all ears but I’m also not Y/n. I know we’re both good looking so I can see why you mixed us up, but you should be talking to her right now.”

Similar to Peter you also had someone to confide in when the road got rocky

Loki had always been the one you shared all your secrets with

As children you were attached at the hip to both your brothers but Loki a smidgen more than Thor

Your father, Odin, had Thor at his side 24/7 growing up

While he was busy learning the ropes to ruling Asgard, Loki and yourself run amuck causing trouble left and right through the royal palace

Through the years of bonding Loki become your best friend, and you his

So when trouble struck in paradise, your older brother was the one you ran to

He’d welcome you with open arms and a questioning gaze

Loki is by far the best listener in your family

Instead of telling you what to do, he asks what you want, which is a refreshing change

After a long talk with Loki you’d search the tower high and low for Peter while ironically Peter was doing the same thing

When you did finally make-up, it felt like coming home

The apologies were so sincere and genuine

You’d end up having a sleepover in your room watching 80’s films that Peter claimed were ‘iconic’ and laying in his arms

And that’s where you felt complete

Fights never occurred often but bickering ???

DAILY

You two bickered playfully over everything under the sun

Like who’s the better superhero; Ironman or Captain American

Or

Debates between living in New York and living in Asgard

Loves to pull up Midgardian inventions and ask you to guess what it is “Princess, what do you think this is?” “Oh! Oh! I’ve seen this one! Tony has one in his kitchen!” “Okay, so what is it?” “Yes, it’s a chicken nugget maker!” “It’s actually an air fryer but we only ever make chicken nuggets in them so I’ll give you a half point.”

Peter sneaking out of your room at the crack of dawn and sprinting to his

As much as Thor and Loki liked him and supported the relationship

He was sure they’d both team up to murder him if they caught him sleeping in your bed

Steve and Tony, who seem to be incapable of sleep, have watched him tiptoe out of your room numerous times but they only share a look of amusement then go back to their previous discussion

Playing hide-n-go-seek and tag on rainy days at the tower

Cuddling in Peter’s bed while he asks you to tell him stories about Asgard

Loves hearing about your childhood and what it’s like to grow up with siblings

Is fascinated when you tell him about Heimdall

Stealing Peter’s hoodies

Especially his Midtown High School ones

They’re insanely soft

Sweet little kisses throughout the day

He's just so sweet and gentle

Loves getting to hold you and snuggle in his bed

Most weekends you spend lounging on the couch with Peter’s head in your lap while you play with his hair

Other times you’re sitting next to Peter on his bed watching him play some video game and asking a million questions “Who is that man, Peter?” “That’s me, he’s the main character of the game. That’s Mario, babe.” “You’re not Mario- you’re Peter.” “No, the main character of this game is Mario, I’m just playing him.” “Oh… and what is that green dinosaur creature?” “That’s Yoshi!” “Adorable.”

Making out between games

In terms of... y'know... sex

Neither of you were keen on rushing the process

You had tip toed on the line multiple times yet never fully crossed it

Until you had decided to make the first real move after being together for about five months

You trusted him with all your heart so it wasn't exactly scary, but rather exciting

He had a way of making you feel safe, comfortable, and loved all at once

Lets be honest, Peter nearly fainted the first time he saw you naked

And still, no matter how many times the two of you have sex,

He worships every inch of you like it was your first time all over again

You couldn't have asked for a better lover

Dating Peter means a new adventure everyday

You’re constantly learning new things about each other and from each other

Despite coming from two very different worlds

You’ve never felt more connected to a soul until Peter came along

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