#loki being a little bitch as he always been

[dumbass-with-internet]

#ts2 #the sims 2 #strangetown #nervous subject #lazlo curious #ripp grunt #vidcund curious #olive specter #johnny smith #pollination tech 9 smith #pollination technician 9 #jenny smith #tank grunt #ophelia nigmos #loki beaker #loki being a little bitch as he always been

[deathmetalunicorn1]

The family getting a call from the school because Teen!reader defended themselves from a group of kids attacking them but their the ones getting in trouble for fighting back. Just pisses me off how that happens in real life and I know they wouldn’t stand for that with their kid.

I fully agree, it’s BS when someone gets suspended for trying to defend themselves when they’re being attacked by one if not numerous other people.

-Hades couldn’t believe that he was hearing, you, their little angel who was always so well behaved, unless Loki got a hold of you, but that was beside the point! Was in trouble at school for fighting!

-He had been the one to answer the call, finding your school on the other side, asking your guardians to come in, as you had gotten into a fight.

-When Hades told everyone, they were stunned, you knew how to fight, something the warriors of your family insisted on teaching you, wanting you to be safe, but you were a pacifist- you only fought if you absolutely had to!

-Hades, Adam, Odin, and Leonidas were the ones that went to the school to pick you up and to find out what had happened, as this was very unlike you.

-When they came in, they were escorted to a meeting room where they saw you on one side of the table and five boys, ones who were notorious bullies, and their families, who all looked pissed, but at you- not at their own kids.

-Leonidas could see they all looked roughed up, like they got their asses kicked and the principal, who was sitting at the front of the table, his back to a TV, stood, “Good- now that you’re here we can get started and I can show the footage.”

-Immediately the other parents started screaming at you, calling you a violent person as Adam came to your side, seeing your cheek was bandaged and you had a couple of scrapes and wounds on your arms and your knuckles were bloody like you fought hard.

-Odin wasn’t going to stand by and let that happen, his aura making the room shake, “Sit down!” and instantly the parents and students were cowering in their seats, looking terrified as the principal spoke, turning to the TV, “Please observe.”

-All eyes went to the TV, showing the surveillance footage of the hallway where the fight occurred, the five boys had approached you, demanding you do their homework as you had way higher grades then they did, and you refused. Your tone was even, and you did nothing to antagonize them.

-One mother gasped as she watched her son grab your head, gripping your hair and slammed you into the lockers, “What was that bitch?! I didn’t hear you?!” which explained the wound on your cheek, before the other four started punching at you, quickly sending you to the ground, overwhelming you five on one.

-Your foot then shot out, catching one of them in the stomach before you quickly rolled and delivered a brutal punch across the face of another, defending yourself.

-Within moments your bullies were all on the ground and you grabbed your stuff as security arrived to escort all six of you to the nurse’s office and then to the meeting room.

-Hades’ eyes were narrowed, “So you wanted us here to press charges, right?” he was looking at the principal who balked, surprised as the parents were quickly trying to plead with your family to not do that and yelling at their sons that they didn’t raise bullies.

-Your principal tried to remain strong, to do his job, “No- I’m here so I can tell you that just like these five, Y/N is suspended as well.”

-The mood quickly shifted, four pairs of angry eyes shifted towards him as Odin spoke again, his voice low and terrifying, “What do you mean Y/N is suspended as well? You suspend those who fight back when they are being attacked, five on one? Are you saying that Y/N should had just taken the beating, got serious injured at your school, then go to the hospital?”

-The principal quickly back-pedaled, sensing the danger, as were the parents and the bullies, they hadn’t anticipated your family being so intimidating, “No-no I didn’t mean that- we have a no-tolerance policy on fighting, even if it’s self-defense. Y/N fought back, so I must suspend them as well.”

-Hades spoke this time, looking just as furious, “So if someone is being attacked, like how these five attacked Y/N, they’ll get suspended if they try to defend themselves?” he wanted the principal to say that, to say that you were just supposed to take getting attacked and not fight back.

-The principal knew he was now in between a rock and a hard place before Adam, who had been silent the whole meeting, “I think we need to take this to the school board. This isn’t right.” The principal looked panicked, but surprised your guardians by showing throat, agreeing, as he fully believed that while violence is bad, sometimes, to defend themselves, fighting should be allowed.

-Leonidas then cracked his knuckles, looking at your bullies who looked terrified, “Now then, you’re all getting suspended, but I think you all need a harder lesson to not pick on others.” He looked at the parents who looked scared, not wanting any charges to be pressed, but they didn’t want this terrifying looking man to hurt them either.

-In the end, you didn’t get suspended, and the rule was changed, that if only in self-defense in a situation like what happened to you, those who would defend themselves wouldn’t get suspended.

-Your bullies had a rough two-week suspension, besides having to do their schoolwork, they had to come to Spartan boot camp under Leonidas, being pushed through hellish like training, learning what it felt like to be the one bullied.

-You were surprised when they approached you once they came back, wanting to continue with the boot camp, as they felt like they were thriving under a militaristic authority, something that shocked their parents which also gave them a wake-up call, showing that they were letting their kids getting away with too much.

-Leonidas laughed loudly when you told him about their request, and Leonidas liked the idea of helping problem kids like this, getting them back on track, but he also had no trouble in scaring other kids who tried to chest up, believing they were the top dog.

-It was a painful lesson for your former bullies, and many of your classmates were in awe of your combat skills, but seeing who your family was, it made sense, and many knew not to bully you, as you could handle yourself if needed.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror adam #ror hades #ror leonidas #ror odin

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

Guys. Scrooge McDuck already traveled the multiverse in 1995

Hey look, it’s the doors from doctor strange

-my dad

This year will mark a historical moment in Disney comics history. The first Marvel-made Scrooge McDuck comic. Uncle Scrooge and the Infinity Dime coming up in June will have Scrooge travel through the multiverse to defeat an evil AU version of himself.

To some unfamiliar with Disney comics, this might sound like a lame idea in the trend of many multiverse stories that we are seeing in the cinemas today.

To some familiar with Disney comics, this sounded exactly like the plot of Zio Paperone e il predone dimensionale.

Truth is, the multiverse has always been a part of… just comic books. It’s now starting to slip into other mediums because of the many, many comic book adaptations just getting to that point of the lore, but the comic books themselves have had it for a long time now. Including Disney comics.

Though for Disney it’s less a case of: we wanted to explain continuity errors and then went a bit too far, and more a case of: if you have comics coming out literally every single day of the week then at some point you just get to the multiverse.

There are many of these to be found in Disney comics, which we might talk about later if someone is interested or I feel like it, but today we are going to go over the one most similar in premise to the upcoming Marvel release.

Because I just think it’s really funny how similar they are. Like at this point I would call it a reboot.

Oh oh, Scrooge and multiverse, look at this. I’m pretty sure the Loki tv series just copied their time doors from this comic.

Federico Povoleri wrote a pretty simple story. Someone is stealing from Scrooge again, and this time, the culprit turns out to be… himself!

‘Our’ Scrooge is signified by the red coat (and later the multiverse hopping suit). All the alternates will be clad in blue. DT87 Scrooge is just another AU that no one cares about confirmed

This stealing Scrooge is our ‘Scrooge above all’. He wants to be richer than all his other variants and steals from them for that or something. I don’t remember very well but why he does it doesn’t matter. It’s evil Scrooge and he steals that’s all we need to know.

As we have seen already, he escapes with an universe hopping door. As he always does within these kinds of situations, Scrooge calls Gyro who finds some kind of dimensional energy lingering around where the door used to be. He does the usual explain the multiverse bit.

Then Gyro does in a few hours/days/wedontactuallyknow what Red Raider has been trying for years. There’s a reason they kicked him out of PKNA he would be too overpowered.

Yeah altronave my nose.

Scrooge arrives in the bin of another him, and explains as well as he can. This repeats a few times and I would love to show it but there is a 10 image limit on tumblr mobile for some reason.

Finally he arrives at the bin of the Scrooge who steals and they have a little typical multiverse discussion (I am the real one. No bitch I am. But which one are you. A real me would never do this. That kind of stuff)

But he gets defeated by bad Scrooge. Oh no the only one who could defeat Scrooge has defeated him. What will happen now?

Exactly what you think happens. prime!Scrooge never closed the AU doors and so everyone he visited could just hop through and arrive at Scrooge above all’s office. Yay.

It is not a bad comic. It has the single idea, it sticks to it, it executes it well. The interactions with AU Scrooge’s are just plain fun. At the time of writing the story has place 6020 on inducks which is pretty dang high for such a silly comic.

It’s very much a multiverse story in a classic Disney comics way. It’s not used to bring multiple continuities together. No storia e gloria Scrooge VS life and times Scrooge. Nothing dramatic happening or high stakes. Just Scrooge going on another adventure, and for being one of the first multiverse comics involving Scrooge that didn’t pull random bullshit, it’s considered good by most of the fandom it seems. That the Comicup artists was pretty decent helped as well.

But now, what can we expect from what is totally gonna be a remake of this?

Infinity Dime is Marvel. It’s gonna take a Marvel approach. Assuming it’s not gonna be parody (which i kind of really hope it isn’t), then what will it be? Are we gonna see something similar to this, where Scrooge will just meet different versions of himself or will we see established AU’s? Both Ducktales and all his other animated counterparts (i heard the americans like christmas carol scrooge) seem like easy picks. Will they fight? Will it be Secret Wars? Or will they work together like in this comic?

Marvel has still given out zero information about the story (hell, they haven’t even made clear which artists aside from a few are drawing. “celebrated Scrooge artists” does NOT narrow it down) except for that super vague premise. So the best we can do is imagine this story but with the Marvel flavor. Not that I have read enough Marvel comics to properly understand what that means but ive seen some movies okay.

We can probably imagine there will be more ‘evil’ Scrooges. Some Scroogehenchmen. And they will fight. We gotta have action scenes. Which I trust will look good because Mangiatordi I believe his connection to the project alone will secure that the art department will be amazing. His existence is enough.

I’m also expecting DT17 Scrooge to at least cameo. He’s the perfect character for this type of story, fits way better than any other non comic variant. DT87 Scrooge could work as maybe a younger version? Who is not sure what he got caught up in. But then we would need emotional scenes between Scrooge and Scrooge and that’s probably asking too much from Jason Aaron.

Oh hmm actually. I can see when good Scrooge fights bad Scrooge in the climax he will do a big speech that will last a good 4 pages and will teach bad Scrooge what it takes to be a real Scrooge. That sounds stupid enough to be a Marvel thing but not so stupid as to become completely ridiculous.

I’m not expecting actual references to other established comic Scrooge AU’s. We will probably have Barks and Rosa references and that’s it. I’m not even expecting a Van Horn reference tbh. It’s all Barks and Rosa we gotta keep it beginner friendly. It might even just be Rosa. Which indirectly will result in a Barks reference because every Rosa reference is just a Barks reference but with extra steps.

I’m trying to make predictions okay? So I can go I SAID SO when it comes out. It’ll be really funny for me and annoying for you guys. You don’t even have to read this (yet). This is just for in the future so I can look like a wizard.

The scene where Gyro explains the multiverse might just get copied one on one. Maybe Gyro will be replaced by Ludwig? At least I don’t think they will have Scrooge just go: oh yeah ive seen this before. Maybe another Scrooge will explain it to him/secretly the reader. It WILL involve a big cosmic looking image that will represent the multiverse. It just has to. Even if just to show the Marvel audience how good these Italian Scrooge artists are.

I don’t think Donald or the nephews are gonna play a big role. Maybe at the beginning and end, maybe they will somehow stay in contact with Scrooge or he thinks about them a few times to remind us of hey this is Donald Duck. But I think most is gonna be a solo Scrooge adventure just like we have already seen.

Idk. I really want to talk more about Infinity Dime because it’s the most exciting US made Disney comic in ages. Idk why no one else seems to be hyped. Where is all the rambling and speculation guys?? Not about the covers, but about the actual story!

Anyways now we get to the most important question: do i think it will feature Magica?

Maybe. (Definitely not gonna play a big role if she even appears. Maybe a cameo when at some point there will be a dramatic flashback… Or she could show up in one of the AU’s. Maybe just a short scene in the beginning showing his usual life but that sounds lame. Probably not gonna have a role in the story at least, and I kinda hope it won’t have any Magica at all because I’m scared that they will go of off Rosa’s characterization lol.)

Ok Remember to infinity your dimes and uncle your scrooges gby

#uncle scrooge and the infinity dime #disney comics #infinity dime #scrooge mcduck #uncle scrooge #multiverse #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales 1987

[simplyholl]

Although I was a constant lurker for months, today marks my one year as a Loki writer. It has been so fun whoring out with all of you. There have been too many laughs to count. By some miracle, I’ve reached a little over 1,000 followers. I’m shook that so many of you are interested in partaking in my wildest fantasies. But I am so thankful for all of you. If you have read, liked, commented, or reblogged anything - thank you from the bottom of my heart! I love reading every wild thing you have to say about these scenes I’ve created.

Sometimes I will just sit there and read your comments over and over in complete shock that my words would elicit such responses. I am so thankful for our little corner of the internet where we can unashamedly be ourselves. We all have different backgrounds, cultures, and lives but we can all agree we just want our favorite god to dick us down.

I’ve made lifelong friends from doing this, and I would’ve never met them otherwise.

@lokisgoodgirl Thank you for giving me the kick in the cooch I needed to start posting my writing. I would have none of this, if it wasn’t for you. Your words of encouragement mean everything to me. Thank you for being my tech expert for the first little bit. I would never give anyone else my login info. You’ve helped me get through some of the toughest times of my life and I am forever grateful for your friendship. I love listening to your voice notes. Your “Good morning” always puts a smile on my face. I hope we can meet in person one day, although I can’t promise that I would keep my hands to myself. I love you endlessly.

@wheredafandomat I only met you at the end of January, but it feels like I have known you my whole life. Is it possible for two people to share the same brain? Because I’m sure that we do. You can make a 2 hour phone call feel like 5 minutes. I’m lucky to have you in my life. My frequent collaborator and birthday twin - I love you so much.

I couldn’t think of a celebration that I wanted to do, but I wanted to share some of my favorite comments over the course of my time on here.

#burdened with a glorious manhood

-@coldnique

The threat to use his vibranium hand to do the choking was just the cherry on top of my death day cake. This is a filthy masterpiece

- @joyful-enchantress

Well spank me sideways, this went from O-deranged in 2.5 seconds AND I'M NOT MAD ABOUT IT

- @thedistractedagglomeration

Ohhhhhh he talks her out of her hero panties and in to his heart

- @cakesandtom

"sit on his face darling" l'm not gonna survive another paragraph I swear to god.this is too much in the best way

- @lokisgoodgirl

The thought of being an avenger and having Loki fuck you senseless is stupid hot, but add into it him talking about making you carry his secret sex baby and still be an avenger is 🔥🔥🔥

- @itsybitchylittlewitchy

Take that you little shit! I am so glad he saw them together and still mounted at that!

- @silver-tongue-taken-to-bed

I mean it's a fitting description after all the devil is tempting and so is Lokis dick

- @fictive-sl0th

You had me at President Loki and biting!

- @marygoddessofmischief

should have really realized that it was you, my dear, who wrote this!

- @smolvenger

I don't need legs, l'll just drag myself around.

- @goblingirlsarah

Spelling his....spelling his name.. ☠️☠️

- @lokisgoodgirl

absolute genius. i read the part about considering staying with him even if just for the sex and i was like "YOU GO Y/N GO GET THAT MULTIVERSAL ASGARDIAN DICK"

- @muddyorbsblr

Yeah Narfi you little bitch. Take that!

- @wheredafandomat

This was so naughty!!! When the vacuum fell and he was like, "fuck it" then continues to pound you harder!!! 🥵🥵🥵

- @mochie85

I neeeed a tall Loki to be my coworker for the job I don't have so he can fuck me in the storage closet

- @wheredafandomat

The best part of waking up is Bucky & Loki in your cup!! WAY better than Folgers.

- @km-ffluv

IT WAS PHENOMENAL. would have tears in my eyes with how proud I am if I wasn't so horny

- @lokisgoodgirl

Just for fun,

If anyone wants to give it a re-read, here’s the first fic I posted.

Snowed In

And this is actually the first thing I wrote

Across the Multiverse

It’s been a great year. I can’t wait to share more horny, unhinged, wild fantasies with you in the next one.

All my love,

-Holly 💚🖤

#loki #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki fanfiction #loki fandom

[lizmaximoff]

Hi lovely!! 💕 I hope you're having a great week so far! I really enjoy your blog and I saw your request for Loki fics that I just could not resist.

What would you think about a friends to lovers or enemies to lovers fic where avenger!loki has too much to drink one night at a party being thrown at the Avengers compound (perhaps Thor brought some stronger Asgardian liquor to share), and ends up confessing more than he planned to re: his hidden feelings and attraction toward avenger!fem!reader. Possible smutty dancing ensues?? Reactions from some of the other Avengers who notice Loki and reader being chummier than usual? I will leave the rest up to your beautiful mind to decide.

So excited to see what you do with it, if choose to, of course!

Thanks babe! 💖

The Finest Asgardian Ale (Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader)

RATING: E (Swearing, Thigh Riding) WARNINGS: Two consenting adults hooking up while they are both equally tipsy. SUMMARY: It's Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday party, and a little bit of Asgardian liquor leads to some secret confessions coming to light.

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A/N: This turned into a longer one-shot than I had originally wanted it to, so I'm sorry about the wait! I got a lot of really great requests, so I will try to get to them in time. In the meantime, if you have any Loki x Reader requests, feel free to send them here. Thanks!

It was Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday, and, as her best friend, you refused to let it pass without any recognition.

Even if that meant that you would be the one in charge of planning a small get-together with a group of the World's Mightiest under one roof.

Everything was mostly set up for the evening, with a bulk of it being handled by Tony (bless him for getting enough liquor to kill a stampede of wildebeests). All that needed to be handled was some last-minute decor in the den.

You were currently putting up the last of the eloquently-themed red decor after getting ready, stretching in odd places and huffing when you couldn't reach. You were just about to pin a streamer to the top edge of a wall when the thumbtack slipped, causing you to lose your balance on a step-stool and slip.

"Son of a bitch!" you yelped, gripping at the wall as you felt yourself fall.

Why couldn't I have been blessed with the power of flight?

"Hey now!" you heard from behind you, just as you were caught in a pair of familiarly lithe but strong arms. You felt the chest pressed up against your back begin to chuckle.

"What on earth are you doing?" Loki asked, setting you down before bending over to grab the streamer. "The party starts in half an hour, young mortal."

You huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of your face before you reached for the streamer, "I know, I'm rushing to get this done. So, if you wouldn't mind-"

Loki smirked, lifting the decor above your head and just out of reach of your grasp, "Always doing things at the last minute aren't you?"

You groaned, jumping up in vain to grab at his hand, "Loki, stop it! Give it back."

The man laughed, resting his free hand on your shoulder in an attempt to keep you at bay, "And end our fun here? Absolutely not."

"Please Loki," you whimpered, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down.

He faltered at your tone of voice, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he raised his brows in surprise. You barely registered the look, taking the opportunity to grab the streamer with a grin and a laugh, "Loser."

The god cleared his throat with a tight smile, adjusting the collar on his forest green turtle neck before rubbing his hands together, "Why don't I do that for you?"

You rolled your eyes, "And let you destroy the place? Nice try."

"No, no," he said lowly, placing his hand on your lower back. "I don't want you to hurt yourself. Give me the paper."

You shivered at the touch, looking up at him with parted lips. For some reason, you wordlessly handed him the decor and he smiled in return.

"Now, go and do something that won't literally cost you an arm and a leg," he chuckled, placing the decoration up with ease.

You nodded your head, backing away and taking the opportunity to look over his form one last time before returning to the kitchen.

You'd been friends with Loki probably longer than you had been with Wanda, if you had to guess. Things were just so easy with him. You had the same sense of humor, a shared traumatic past and chemistry that just worked for the both of you.

At first, you'd seen him more like a brother, especially since you'd been dating your ex-boyfriend at the time. As time went on, however, you found yourself having dreams about him and your thoughts would just wander to him at random points during the day. You started to notice how many curls he had in his hair in the morning versus the evening and how many specks of green were in his eyes depending on his mood.

To your surprise, you'd managed to keep your feelings under wraps pretty decently. As far as you knew, no one was the wiser, least of all Loki. However, you noticed that things had started getting weird within the last couple of months.

You didn't want to get your hopes up. You loved Loki deeply as a friend, and as much as you wanted to fuck his brains out, you would rather die than lose that friendship with him. So you always agreed with yourself that you would admire him from a distance.

But even you knew that something had changed within him. The flirting between you two practically tripled, he would blush at the slightest compliment and he grasped at any excuse to get his hands on you.

Maybe he's just going through a dry spell.

God knows you are.

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It took you about an hour and a half to finally get around to enjoying the party. Being a hostess was a huge responsibility, after all. All the Avengers were gathered in small clusters throughout the den - drinking, eating and laughing with one another.

You took it as a win.

You walked over to Wanda, who was currently placing a party hat on Vision's head with a tipsy giggle.

"You having fun over here?" you smiled, playing with her hair.

"So much fun," she confirmed, turning to you and grabbing your hands. "Are you finally going to relax and have a good time with your friends now?"

You smirked, pretending to think about it before scrunching your nose, "Let me get us some shots."

She cheered, patting your ass playfully as you walked over to the makeshift bar that Tony had thrown together. You snorted when you realized that Thor was behind the counter, mixing drinks as he was looking in a book that held a variety of drink recipes.

"I didn't take you for a mixologist, Thunder," you teased, leaning over the bar and peering at the multiple glasses he had in front of him.

"Lady Y/N," he boomed with a grin, the heady scent of Asgardian ale wafting from his breath. "I'm trying to make Buttery Nipples. Would you like one?"

You laughed and nodded, "Why don't you make two for Wanda and I?"

"Splendid idea!" he shouted before picking up a glass and throwing it on the floor with a shatter. "To the Birthday Girl!"

A chorus of cheers erupted in the den as you attempted to hide your face in your hands, "Thor, please stop smashing the drinkware. We already had to establish a budget just because you kept smashing dishes."

The god blew a raspberry at you with thumbs down before returning his concentration to the book. You looked around the room, noticing a small group of people gathered in the corner. You smiled upon seeing Loki gesturing wildly with his hands, keeping the attention of all who were in the group.

"Your brother seems to be having a good time," you smirked, turning to Thor.

"Ahh, yes," he smiled. "My dear brother has brought with him the finest of Asgardian Ale. I believe he is sharing stories of his time on our planet, mostly having to do with said ale."

"Charming," you sniffed, grabbing the drinks that Thor had finally prepared.

"I believe there may also be a wager on whether or not he can actually get drunk."

"Thor!" you scolded. "That is a terrible idea."

He waved you off, "He can hold his own. He was once able to get through an entire barrel of that same ale before he finally retched. He's only brought with him a few gallons."

"Oh, well when you put it like that," you replied sarcastically, looking on at your friend with concern.

"My lady," Thor sang. "Your worry for my brother is endearing, but you should try to catch up with him and the rest of the party."

"Fat chance," you snorted. "I have a party to run here."

Thor straightened up almost comically, "You have my word that I will look after this party from henceforth on. Please, enjoy the evening. I will make another beverage for the Witch. Take those two."

You sighed, looking at the two shots in your hand.

"Just so you know," you started, before taking one shot. "Wanda would kill you if she heard you referring to her as 'the Witch.'"

You finished the other shot quickly as Thor held up his hands in defense, "Duly noted. Now, go and join my brother, and have some fun for once."

You groaned, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

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The group surrounding Loki was probably the most mismatched one you could have thought up, considering their attentions were drawn to Loki in the middle. There sat Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Sam and Clint as they watched with humored faces as Loki continued to talk animatedly.

Clint's eyes met yours and almost choked on his drink as you approached, hearing the tail-end of Loki's speech.

"-truly the most marvelous creature I have ever had the privilege to meet," Loki swooned, jumping as you placed your hand gently on his shoulder.

"Are we talking about the Rattatosk?" you joked, squeezing him in reassurance.

The group fell completely silent, Sam trying his damndest not to laugh as he gripped onto Bucky for dear life.

Loki looked up at you with wide eyes and reddened cheeks, "No!"

"Why are you guys being so weird?" you laughed, looking back at Loki before bumping him with your hip. "Scoot over, Mischief."

The god swallowed audibly and moved over so you could sit next to him. Tony coughed awkwardly and Natasha swallowed down the rest of her drink.

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" you asked, rubbing over your knees in discomfort.

"Yes-" started Sam.

"-No!" cutoff Bucky.

"We were just talking about everything and anything," Loki supplied nervously, placing his arm behind your back.

"Oh-kay," you said awkwardly. "Thor told me you had some Asgardian Ale over here?"

Tony chuckled, "Oh, yeah, we definitely do. Don't you, Rudolph?"

"Would you care for some, darling?" Loki asked, taking one of the bottles and offering it to you with earnest eyes.

"Is that safe...for me?" you asked wearily, taking the bottle.

"A couple of sips should suffice," your friend smiled, rubbing your lower back.

You shivered, smiling at the contact. You raised the bottle to your lips and took a swig, humming at the sweet honey-like taste, "Wow. That's not that bad."

"Gonna knock you on your ass in a minute, if Horns is anything to go by," Natasha joked, putting her empty glass on the table.

"Guys," Clint spoke up as he stood. "Let's give them some space. Don't be dicks."

Sam groaned, shooting the rest of his drink before following, "Always gotta take the fun out of everything, man."

After the area emptied out you looked over at Loki, "Why did they leave? Do I reek or something?"

Loki scrunched in his brow, "Darling, you smell magnificent."

You blushed lightly, handing him back the bottle, "Thanks for the ale."

"Pace yourself, love," he smiled. "I suppose one sip for you is equal to about three Midgardian beverages."

Your eyes widened, "Jesus, Loki. How much have you had tonight?"

He chuckled, pulling you closer, "It's a secret."

"You're a child," you giggled. "Seriously, why did they leave?"

"I probably overspoke before your arrival," he replied, avoiding your eyes. "I tend to get a little enamored when I imbibe."

"Enamored?" you teased, poking him lightly in the chest. "What's caught your attention?"

You could have sworn that the light blush that adorned his cheeks grew two shades darker at the question. He began to chuckle nervously, before rubbing over his face, groaning playfully.

"I just wish you knew," he said, throwing himself back against the couch. He looked over your profile, the hand that was on your lower back beginning to play with the strings that tied your dress together.

"My apologies for not being a mindreader," you slurred, feeling warm as you felt his fingers dance along your back.

Oh shit. I'm tipsy.

Loki snickered, "I guess that's a good thing."

"Why do you say that?" you pressed, falling against the couch so you could look him in the eyes.

Damn, they are extra blue tonight.

"I would be so embarrassed if you were able to read my mind," he slurred, covering his face.

He's adorable when he's drunk.

"What do you have to be embarrassed about, Mischief?" you teased, leaning in closer.

He peeked out between his fingers, "You have the most magnificent eyes, has anyone ever told you that?"

You flushed at that, chuckling nervously, "This is coming from the man with oceans for eyes."

"It's true, though," he smirked, his finger etching a pattern along your back. "Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I see them."

"Shut up," you laughed, pushing at him playfully.

"Really," he grinned, grabbing your hand. "I think about the way you look at me, about how you make me feel."

You paused, worried the moment would fade into oblivion.

"Loki, you...you're drunk," you reasoned. "We're both drunk."

"I'm not drunk," he shook his head. "Tipsy, yes. But certainly not drunk."

You swallowed, looking down at your lap as he continued, "I think about you a lot - did you know that?"

You smirked, looking up at him with glassy eyes, "I think about you, too."

"That right?" he purred, slotting his fingers in between yours. "I wonder."

"What?" you whispered, scooting closer to him.

"If our thoughts are similar."

You felt your stomach drop, your face heating, "I, uh, doubt that very much."

He looked up at you with an indiscernible look, "Tell me...what do you think about, darling?"

You sputtered, "Loki...now is not the time-"

"You're the most mesmerizing creature I have ever met," he spoke with confidence, dropping your hand to raise your chin so your eyes met.

"T-Thank you, Lokes," you breathed out with a small smile.

"Do you want to know what I think about?" he goaded, stretching out his limbs and drawing your eyes to the bulge in between his thighs.

Your eyes widened as you gulped, wordlessly nodding as you stared.

His eyes traced over the curves of your body, his fingers trailing down your jawline, down your neck to the swell of your breasts, "I think about all the things that I could do that will make you cum harder than you ever have before."

You couldn't help it when you moaned at those words, feeling the wetness gathering between your thighs as you looked into his lust-clouded eyes.

He licked his lower lip, "I apologize if I've overstepped-"

"-dance with me," you smiled softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with you as you lead him to an empty space in the den where a few people had gathered to dance.

The god quickly grabbed your hips and pressed himself up against your front as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and kissing your skin as you began to move your hips against him.

His hands traveled the expanse of your back slowly as he wedged his thigh in-between your legs, causing you to gasp. You couldn't bring yourself to think about anything except for the god in front of you who currently had his thigh pressed up against your clit in the most delicious way you could have ever imagined.

"Loki," you whimpered, cupping his face and pressing your forehead against his.

Your noses bumped affectionately against one another before he brushed his lips over yours, his tongue flicking over your upper lip, causing you to open your mouth to him in a gasp.

You closed your eyes as he slid his tongue into you mouth, both of your tongues dancing against one another in a way that caused you to drench the seat of your underwear. Your lips barely brushed one another in the most primal act of sex you could think of.

You whimpered into his mouth before he closed it with a kiss, "I need you to cum on my thigh, darling. Right here in front of all our friends. I want you to cum on my thigh. Right. Now."

"Fuck," you squealed, kissing him deeply as your lower stomach began to contract in a flood of pleasure, your clit throbbing as you felt his hardness continue to press against your own thigh.

You continued to rub against him as he cradled you in his arms, kissing the soul out of you until you came down slowly.

"Oh my god," you whispered against his lips, looking around meekly and blushing darkly as the reality of what you've done just hit you.

"Don't blush, love," Loki chuckled. "Or I'll fuck you right here on this dance floor."

You swallowed audibly, gripping his shirt tightly in your hands, "Your room. Now."

He smiled widely before nodding, the both of you becoming encompassed in green seidr before disappearing from the room.

A hushed silence fell upon the room while everyone watched the both of you disappear before Wanda spoke up.

"Did they just fuck each other on the dance floor?"

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 4: Face Fucking(Need You Tonight)

warnings/kinks: jealousy, face fucking, blowjob, rough oral sex, slight degradation, smut. pairings: Sasuke Uchiha x Fem!Reader word count: 0.8k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem

Sometimes it really pissed him off to see his friends all happy and in love. He didn’t have anyone to come home to. Sasuke wants someone as well, but maybe he’s burned too many bridges to even start anything with the people he actually loves. So he goes to the bar, looking for a casual hookup. That’s when he sees you, and he knows he’s going to get laid tonight.

You’ve always had a crush on Sasuke. You were a year younger than him, and you were often following him around when he was younger. He never realized the admiration you had for him though. He just thought you were like Sakura, Ino and the other girls. Even though you clearly found him so attractive, your heart longed for him as a partner. When he finally returned to Konoha after being away from home for so long, he had tried to start something with Sakura. But she’s been happily married to Lee for a while now. Even Naruto is married to Hinata. But you were waiting patiently, though you knew that maybe your chance would never come.

Sasuke sits next to you, and you smile shyly. It drives him crazy that you still try to play the shy card with him. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” Sasuke asks, and you nod your head.

It doesn’t take much more after this for him to take you both back to your apartment. A few kisses, and some uncharacteristically soft words from Sasuke is all it took to charm you. The walk back to your place is quick, but you’re already so hooked on him. You hang on to his every word as you make your way to your place. Then once you’re there, you invite Sasuke in. You feel a little timid about him seeing some of the messier spots of your apartment,  but he doesn’t care.

Once inside and the door is closed, Sasuke pulls you towards him. He kisses you roughly, making your head spin. You whimper as his tongue shoves into your mouth. It’s when he pushes you up against the wall that makes you so wet. You try to push yourself onto him, but he won’t let you.

“Get on your knees” he commands. You don’t even second guess yourself, you do exactly as he wants of you.

On your knees, you look up at him. You help him unbuckle his belt and you pull his pants and underwear down past his hips. Your cheeks heat up when you see just how big he is. You had heard rumors that the Uchiha were well endowed, but you knew you’d probably never get to check if they were true. Now you were seeing it right in front of you, and you couldn’t deny just how much your mouth seems to be watering.

“Suck on my cock,” Sasuke goads, tugging you by the hair to come a little closer.

“W-wait,” you say and you swallow hard. “Give me a minute.”

He grunts but he allows you to do as you please. You begin by licking the tip, which only makes him even more irritated. Then you slowly begin sinking down on it, your tongue running over the sensitive veins on his shaft. Once you’re as far as you can take him, he lets out a growl.

“I know all about your little crush on me,” Sasuke says and you whine softly. How did he find out about this?

He bucks his hips once, and he checks on how you feel about this. You choke immediately on his girth, but you don’t stop him. It’s almost too much to watch you get used like this, but he knows he can do whatever he wants to you. Once more, he bucks his hips. You brace yourself on his thigh for the first little bit, and you slowly get accustomed to him using your little mouth for his pleasure.

“I bet you’d make a good breeding bitch.” Sasuke praises, and you can’t help but moan around his cock. “Just by the way you suck my cock so good, I can tell you’d be perfect for me.”

He grunts as he begins chasing his high. Your mouth is so wet and warm, and you keep choking on his cock and it makes your throat close around him. It’s becoming a little too much, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, Sasuke pushes a little faster and deeper so that he can feel all of you on his cock.

“Good girl,” he grunts. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

A few more thrusts, and he’s cumming hard. His eyes roll back as he fucks you roughly, and you do all you can to swallow every last drop. He fucks you recklessly, barely caring about your comfort or your feelings. Sasuke will take care of you after he’s done. He begins panting as he comes down from his high, and he finally releases you.

“I knew you’d be perfect for this.”

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[wolfstardaughter-jj]

What's four more?

Summary: What happens when the beloved Loki the cat goes missing for two weeks. Once he comes back, everyone’s relieved, thinking the chaos was over. But two months later a little surprise pops up on their doorstep.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader, Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Warning: missing pet

Word count: 2.1k words

A/n: ik it's been about a week or so since this was requested, so sorry it took so long, my exams and projects were being a bitch but now they're over. Also thank you for sending this request, it is honestly such a cute thing that I was really excited to write it, tho I sorta focused more on Loki going missing for a bit.

"Love, have you seen Loki anywhere?" You asked Fred as you entered your room after having spent the last 30 minutes looking through every nook and cranny in the cottage.

Fred, who had been hidden away in your room to brainstorm new product ideas, had just noticed the absence of the very lovable cat. Fred had the tendency to lose track of time when he's busy planning and brainstorming pranking ideas.

"No, I haven't....which is odd."

It was very odd indeed. Anyone who's met Loki, knows that he's a very clingy and lovable cat. Which meant he was either bugging someone for cuddles and head scratches or following you around like a baby duckling. If it's neither of them, then he's probably off sleeping in his favourite napping spots. But even then, when you went to look for him there, he was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah, I checked everywhere. His favourite napping bookshelf, the kitchen cupboards, the laundry room, I even checked the bloody roof for Merlin's sake and he's not there." You ranted as you began to pace back and forth. Never have you been away from Loki this long.

Even when you guys were at Hogwarts, he would always find a way to get to you. Appearing randomly in the middle of charms or greeting you at the entrance of the transfiguration classroom. He never failed to make a random appearance every 30-40 minutes of being apart.

"What if he ran away?" You theorised with a worried look.

"Loki? Run away? Are you daft? That cat would rather face God himself than runaway from you." Fred assured as he got up from his desk and towards you.

"What if he got catnapped..." You suggested, your ramblings only went down hill from there.

Going from getting catnapped to a theory that maybe one one of Voldemort's minions got their hands of Loki and is gonna use him for ransom in exchange for Harry. To which you contemplated on actually giving Harry away in exchange for Loki.

"I mean Harry can handle himself, Loki can't and-"

"Love-"

"Loki just hates strangers so he'd-"

"Love-"

"go absolutely feral if he was placed in that situation-" You only continued Fred's calls as the worrying thoughts began to drown you.

"Y/N!"

Finally after a few minutes of worry filled ramblings, Fred finally got through to you. You probably would have sunk to the floor if you didn't have him to keep you upright.

"Everything is going to be fine. Teddy and your dads are going to be home before dinner, meaning we still have some time to search around the house and maybe even the nearby places in the forest. When they get here, we can ask them to help us look for him. Okay?"

Fred was trying his hardest to keep you as calm as you could. He knew that if anything were to happen to Loki, you would fall apart. You loved that cat like it was your own child.

You slowly nodded as you tried to slow down your breathing. It felt like your thoughts were going 100 miles per hour and everything was a mess.

You both started to look through the whole house again. It didn't hurt to double check things. Then your search stretched all the way out to the woods by the time Sirius, Remus and Teddy came back home.

When you broke the news to them, they immediately panicked. Sirius especially, he was almost as worried as you were. He himself started frantically looking everywhere around the house and even offered to try and "catch his scent" in his animagus form to try and look for him.

By the end of the night you had ended your search by the lake near the cottage. There was no sign of him anywhere. And it wasn't like you could ask any nearby neighbours seeing as you lived in the middle of nowhere with zero neighbours. Literally miles away from the closest town.

(time skip for 2 weeks)

It's been about two whole weeks since you last saw Loki and you basically lost all hope in finding him. You've left out missing cat posters at the nearby town but knowing Loki, he tends to stray away from crowded places.

Loki was the only pet you and Teddy ever had so it was hard to process it.

You deeply missed him and were starting to wonder about the possibility that he was...dead.

The mere thought brought a chill down your spine and tears to your eyes. You didn't want to think he was dead. Loki was a big part of your world and you loved him with all your heart.

Ever since the moment you found him in that little box that rainy night. You just knew that that little guy was going to be part of your family.

You went out to the garden to rethink possible places Loki could have gone. Even though you and the others have exhausted all options and locations possible. There was still hope he could have gone somewhere and was simply trying to find his way back home.

You sat down under the shade of a tree. You closed your eyes as you took in a deep breath. For a moment, you felt something soft and fluffy land on your lap. You thought you were imagining things but you started to feel the fluffy thing begin to purr and even let out a soft meow.

Your eyes shot open as you realized what it was.

"LOKI!?!!"

Your scream echoed through the house which called the attention of the two adults and child who were sitting in the living room.

"Is it really you, bud?!?!" You still couldn't believe your eyes but the moment you saw the dark green collar, you knew it was him.

You pulled him into your arms, noting the amount of dirt and twigs in his fur but you didn't mind, you were too overjoyed at the fact he was back to even realise it.

"We've been looking everywhere for you, bud, you can't just run off like that. Merlin knows what kind of mischief could have happened wherever you were." You cooed as you held the black cat tightly in your arms, scared he might run off again.

A head of blue hair poked through the back door. With a wide grin on Teddy's face. His eyes lit up at the sight of Loki.

He wasn't as close to Loki as you were but he adored the cat nonetheless. He ran to you and joined the two of you in a hug.

Then followed a very excited Sirius who nearly tripped on his way out the door and a cheery Remus who chuckled at the sight before he reached the little reunion going on.

Sirius may have not been too keen on having a cat before but ever since Loki entered their lives, he had a change of heart.

“Where the bloody hell has he been?!” Sirius asked as he knelt down and expected the cat.

“I have no idea but it looks like he’s been roughing it for the last few weeks.” You stated as you lifted up Loki’s paws to see his paws literally coated in dirt and mud.

“Poor boy, let’s give you a bath.” Sirius stated as he lifted Loki out of your arms and walked off to the bathroom. 

“See, you didn’t have to worry about anything. Other than the dirt, he looks completely untouched.” Remus stated as he pulled both you and Teddy off the ground.

You nodded your head with a chuckle, “Yeah, I guess you were right. I should go write to Freddie that Loki’s home.” 

(2 months later)

You were going about your day in the Kitchen. You planned on making a cake and Fred volunteered to help out.

You chuckled at the sight of Fred covered in flour, sugar, eggs and some frosting. It looked more like he got most of the cake ingredients on him rather than in the bowl.

You looked a similar way since Fred decided to have a food fight since it didn’t seem fair that you barely had a speck of flour on your apron while he had the entire bag of flour on him.

Your attention was brought somewhere else when you heard a series of meowing coming from the front door.

You peeked your head through the archway to see Loki standing by the door as he scratched on the surface. He looked like he wanted to go out. 

You dusted off the flour from your hands and opened the door for him, but you froze when you looked down at the sight that sat on your doorstep.

“....uh, Fred! Can you come here for a second!” You called out to your boyfriend, not taking your eyes at the scene before you.

Fred rested his hand on your shoulder as he peaked over to the doorstep, “What is it lov- why is there a bunch of kittens and a cat on your doorstep?” 

“I-uh...I have no idea.” 

You looked down at the three kittens and mama cat and saw Loki go up to her and began to cuddle into her side.

“You don’t think….Oh merlin.” You cursed under your breath as you started to connect the dots.

You could even see the little similarities between the litter to Loki. It looked like they were only a few days old. It was a wonder how the mama cat even got them to your front door. The fact that Loki was cuddling into the mama cat said it all. Loki rarely ever goes near other animals. He’s terrified of them.

“Can you call dad and papa…And grab a warm towel too.” You stated as you slowly knelt down and examined the little group.

“Oh merlin, what are we going to do with you lot.” You sighed as you slowly reached out to the kittens. Making sure to check if it was okay with the mother cat.

Once she knew it was safe to touch them, you reached out the three kittens and felt the soft fur.

The mother cat had white fur with grey stripes across it which was quite contrasting to Loki’s black fur.

One of the kittens looked almost exactly like Loki as a kitten. The other two kittens looked more like their mama.

“What is it little wol-”

Sirius nearly dropped the ceramic plate he had in his hands when he saw the litter of kittens.

“What in Godrick’s name is this?!?!” Sirius asked as slowly walked closer to the kittens.

Fred handed you the warm towel before Sirius pushed him out of the way while handing the ceramic plate to Fred so he could get a peak of the adorable kittens.

“Oh merlin, don’t let Teddy see the-” Remus winced as he heard the footsteps coming up from behind him.

“Don’t let me see what?” Teddy wondered as he stood behind the group.

The boy pushed through the group and let out a yelp when he saw what Remus was trying to hide from him.

“Holy guacamole on a tortilla chip, is that what I think it is?!?!” Teddy’s eyes were as wide as tennis balls.

The group chuckled at the boy’s peculiar choice of words. 

“Yes, now move out of the way. We need to take them out of this freezing cold weather.” You stated as you gently carried the kittens into the warmth of the cottage.

As you walked on, the mama cat and Loki began to follow you through the home.

“Are they Loki’s? And if so, can we keep them, even the mama cat? Cause if we can keep them I want to name them. That mama cat should be called Astra, That sounds so pretty. That black one should be Loki 2.0- wait no that’s a horrible name. I’ll get back to him. These other two should be named after Apollo and Artemis- OH! The black one should be Hades! Yes that’s perfect-”

“Don’t get attached, Teddy. We’re not even sure if we can keep them. It’s up to papa and dad, you know that.” You reminded your brother.

Teddy turned to both his dads with so much excitement, you would have thought he was having a sugar rush.

“Pleeeaaase! Can we keep them?” Teddy was going through all the stops. Pouting his lips and looking up at your parents with his “Puppy dog eyes” that he learned from your dear papa.

Sirius and Remus shared a look and for a moment, you could tell they were having a little conversation of their own. After a few seconds the two adults decided on the verdict.

“What’s four more?”

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[justasecretwriter]

H-Hi um… I just th-thought of another request… um… could you do one w-where reader and Loki have b-been together for a w-while and she still is kind of… clingy with him. L-Loki adores it obviously but when someone makes a c-comment about readers clinginess (b-be it a person who is mad that Loki ch-chose reader of them or something) L-Loki immediately shuts them down. He’s more p-pissed than reader is and she just smiles a-and…… th-thanks him and makes him f-feel better in the b-best possible way… I h-hope you had a g-good day ☺️

-🧁 Cupcake Anon

Giggles (Loki x Reader)

Title | Giggles

Summary | Reader and Loki have been together for a little over a year, but she still loves clinging to him, and he loves letting her, and always brightening her day by making her giggle. But some bitches people don't appreciate her clinginess, so obviously, Loki puts them right in their fucking place corrects them. 

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Genre | Fluff, Slight Angst

Story Warnings/Kinks | Cursing, Bullying, Shyness, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Bullying, Fucking Sharon

Translations | None. 

Author's Note | To start this author's note as I have for the last few fics, I am so sorry this took so long and I'm also sorry it's short, I would normally not skip over the smut but this one felt too soft and sweet to make it dirty, you know? I hope you love it, my lovie dovie. I hope this sends some healing powers your way to help with your injuries. You're in my thoughts and I love you and I'd kill a bitch for you just FYI.

Words | 996 (drabble?)

"Perhaps it is just because you are simply the most beautiful creature I've ever come across?" His words sent her cheeks into a frenzy of blush as she giggled and snuggled further into his side. 

Asking Loki why he loved her was Y/N's favorite activity. His answers always resembled this one, and always made her feel giddy and amazing. Never a confident person, Y/N required constant validation and Loki was never shy to comply with her needs. 

They were snuggled up in the common room on a Friday night, watching movies and giggling like teenagers. They both brought out a side to the other that no one had ever seen before. Loki loosened up and laughed, allowing himself to relax. Y/N was finally confident enough to be herself around someone, letting herself giggle and talk without fear of being shut down or silenced. 

Their Friday movie nights were regular, any Friday when they weren't on missions, you could find them snuggling on the couch, completely ignoring the movie and showering each other in affection. The nights usually ended in a fit of giggles when Loki hoisted her into his arms and carried her off to their shared bedroom for even more fun. 

They hadn't reached that point in their night yet, but their movie was long forgotten as she snuggled in his lap and played with his long hair. 

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me." She whispered, watching as his cheeks turned a charming shade of pink and he dodged her eyes. For someone so good at giving compliments, he never knew how to accept them properly. 

"As are you, darling." He murmured, kissing the crown of her head. "Marry me," 

Now she was rolling her eyes. He asked her to marry him at least ten times a day, and every time she reminded him that they'd only been together for a year, and she was not ready to get married yet. 

She knew he wasn't completely serious, and he knew that he had to keep saying it now because of how brightly she smiled every time he said it. Loki had a deep belief that Y/N didn't smile enough, and found it was his personal mission in life to fix that. 

Reminded of that at the moment, he ducked down quickly and latched his lips onto her neck, sending her into yet another fit of giggles and squeals. Playfully trying to push him off of her, Y/N repeated, "Mercy, mercy! I surrender!" 

Laughing, he kissed her lips and pulled her closer. "Did you know that I lo–"

"Oh look," They both pulled back at the sharp voice which entered the room. The blonde standing in the doorway with Steve appearing behind her was the only thing that could make Y/N shrink back into the person she used to be before Loki. The bullied down and quiet girl that Loki saved from utter silence. 

"It's the prince and the damsel," She mocked. "Are you always this clingy Y/N? What am I kidding, of course, you are, you never leave his side." 

"Fuck off, Sharon," Loki growled, surprising everyone now in the room. 

Sharon looked hurt before scoffing and turning on her heels to leave the room. Apparently, long before Y/N had joined the team and met Loki, he had turned down Sharon's advances and ultimately told her that he'd rather die than court someone of the likes of her. 

Once everyone was cleared from the room, Loki looked down at Y/N to make sure Sharon's words hadn't affected her too much or hurt her in a way that Loki's heart couldn't bear to see. Instead of being met with some shy eyes or even tears, he saw her smiling and staring at him in awe. 

"What?" He asked, his voice gentle to avoid eruption. 

"Thank you," She whispered, her voice soft as the wind. 

"Of course, darling." He seemed confused as to why she was so appreciative. It wasn't like he didn't defend her against their awful colleagues daily. This time though, it seemed to soften her some. 

"I love you," She blurted out, pushing her lips into his and wrapping her arms around his neck. He didn't get a chance to repeat her words until hours later that night when she finally quit kissing him, but as soon as he did repeat them, she blushed like fire and pulled the blankets of their bed up to her face, trying to hide. 

You'd think she'd realize how silly it was to try and hide after hours of sex with this man, but try she did nonetheless. 

"I will never not love you, Y/N." He whispered, kissing her hair and lying beside her, still trying to catch his breath. "And I will never choose someone over you, let alone that evil bitch Sharon." 

And that again sent her into a fit of giggles.

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[lokiinmediasideblog]

It's just me or Loki stans tend not to care about female character's much? One thing I've noticed about Loki-centric blogs is that some of them have side blorbos, but always male blorbos. They only care about female characters when they have some canon connection to Loki so they can talk about him through talking about her, and only when the connection in question is platonic (Verity, Frigga...). When Loki has a canonically romantic/sexual connection with a woman (Amora, Sylvie, Lorelei, etc) they either demonize her or erase the romantic factor to make them into ~mean queer besties~ like he's her gay bff. There's a difference between disliking het (valid) and erasing the canon dynamic of his relationships with women because the thought of their canon bi fave liking icky women makes them uncomfortable. Face it, Loki fandom: your fave likes boobs and coochie, stop pretending otherwise. You don't have to personally ship het to recognize that some women canonically turn him on and/or matter to him romantically.

I don't think it's unique to Loki stans. It's a misogyny problem that is both based on the biases within fandom and those of the writers. The Loki fandom is far from being the only one that targets a woman love interest so viciously (*cough* ST fandom, I've also heard other Marvel ships are like that too). And I definitely do get annoyed when Loki's bisexuality gets erased because they don't deem the female characters worthy. And yea, they'll always try to make it platonic with women characters. The "these two characters with little shared background that kissed are siblings" shit is so fucking annoying. It's fine if it's not your cup of tea,but pretending they have "sibling energy" is weird.

Writing biases:

S2 gave very little exploration to the female characters. And most Marvel female characters have little depth. Like just look at the Thor movies, we don't know much about Sif (personality is the woman warrior), Frigga(personality is mom), and Jane is just there as love interest for Thor. Valkyrie's interesting but her name isn't given in Ragnarok, and I heard she got sidelined in TLAT, the movie I refuse to watch. Sylvie had decent focus in S1 but was sidelined in S2 and relegated to product placement.

Speaking of the source material, I am not joking when I say many of the female character's characterizations in the comics before maybe the 2010s were nothing but "wanting to fuck Thor." Also, BW was a prime example of Whedon's "empowering" brand of sexualized strong female character and took forever to get her movie after getting unceremoniously fridged.

Granted, I have not kept up-to-date with Marvel movies because I am only interested in Loki and I find a lot of characters annoying, in case the shitty writing conventions for female characters have improved.

Fandom biases:

Fandom can't stomach anything other than saccharine sweetness as a personality for women, especially when they interact with a popular male character. It has been shown that in real life, women are more likely to be seen as rude or bitches for more tame behavior than men.

People claiming that Mobius was "compassionate" for blaming Loki for his mother's death and locking him in a time loop where he's beaten repeatedly, while Sylvie calling him a "clown" was "abusive".

This is interesting and one of the many examples against "abusive women are given a pass" because the "victim" in question is the same Tumblr sexyman, but the woman's non-abusive behavior that makes sense in-context is scrutinized ridiculously and Loki was not hurt physically by it, while Mobius "gave him therapy".

No one can even argue it's because Loki is the Tumblr fandom fave rather than pure fucking misogyny because actual harm to Loki gets passed as being for his own good by a rather vocal portion of fans when it's a man doing it. You'd think the fandom would have lost their shit over one of the OG Tumblr Sexymen being mistreated. But nah. (And yes, I forgave Mobius for risking his skin for Loki in S2, lol. He more than made up for it.).

Also, Sylvie RIGHTFULLY called Mobius out for putting his head in the dirt like a fucking ostrich, and the fandom threw a fit and babied him.

#anon asks #mcu!loki fandom #mcu!loki #mcu!sylvie #marvel critical #loki series critical #mcu critical #hot takes #fandom misogyny #fandom wank

[b4bytate]

Early meetings & Lustful desires, part 2

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Finally, part 2 of my smut fiction!

this one will contain actual smut, so beware! 18+!

thank you fen for pushing me to publish this.

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after your last encounter with loki, he left you speechless and thinking about him all day long. this time he shows up again, and you are not letting him get away again.

Warnings: smut! 18+ f!masturbation, praising, loki is such a switch, loki being a little bitch pt2, fab reader, hair pulling, fingering. (I might’ve forgot something, but there are no heavy topics discussed!)

After your encounter with loki, your whole world revolved around him for the next day. The way he kissed you. Harsh but still a gentle sense to it, the way his beautiful hands found their way around your throat, the way he grabbed your waist. All those fantasies you had before yesterday only got worse.

You stepped into the shower. Thinking that the warm water may take your mind off of him.

You turned on the water and stepped onto the cold tiles of the shower. You washed your hair and used a vanilla scented body wash. The nice smells and warmth took your mind off of the god for a good 15 minutes, but they came right back like a boomerang and your hand trailed down over your breasts, down to your pussy. While imagining that your fingers were Loki’s big ones, you inserted a finger into it, making an in and out movement with your hand while your other finger rubbed circles over your clit. It was just the right friction that you needed. You started going faster and you couldn’t get the image of Loki fingering you out of your head.

“mhhh.. Loki..” you whimpered under your breath without even thinking about what you said or who’s name you just called out. You closed your eyes as you let the warm water run over your back and your fingers kept drawing circles over your clit. You were getting closer and closer to your orgasm until you heard something.

“Well, well.. what a show.”

You turned around and tried to cover yourself up, but by the grin on his face you could tell that he had been standing here for quite some time now.

“I didn’t expect you to call out my name while you were pleasing yourself, darling.”

You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body.

“What the hell Loki, this is my bathroom. How did you get in here?”

You yelled at him. Not being totally bothered by his entry though, you could use a helping hand.

“I heard my name fall from your pretty lips, and I just had to come and watch.”

He laughed with a lustfull smile on his face as he observed your figure, which was now covered up by a big towel.

“So darling, were you imagining me?”

He asked you.

“What?”

You yelled back.

“Well, you did call out my name.. were you imagining that it were my fingers, that were pleasing you?”

You looked down at the ground, being unable to look the tall god that stood before you in the eyes while he said something like that.

“That look tells me more than enough, darling.”

He placed both his hands on the side of your face roughly and kissed you.

The kiss was even better than before, less lustfull, but more romantic. Like two lovers that finally explore each other for the first time. His tongue got past your lips and entered your mouth and you let out a whimper against his lips. Again you felt something poking at your thigh. And you weren’t gonna let him speed away without taking care of it again. You dropped the towel and now you were standing in front of him. Completely naked.

Loki groaned at the sight.

“My oh my, if I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought that a goddess was standing in front of me right now.”

His praise made you smile at the ground. Too shy to look him into his eyes.

“You are absolutely breathtaking, my love.”

He started kissing your neck.

You chuckled.

“I never knew that you could be this sweet, you’re always teasing me.”

Loki stopped his attack on your neck and let out a breathy laugh.

“That’s because I like you darling, I like you a lot.”

The realization hit you, and you wanted to say something sweet, but Loki started working his way down to your chest and the only thing you managed to get out of your mouth was a breathy moan of his name.

He kissed both of your breasts one last time and picked you up like you were lighter than a feather. He carried you out of your private bathroom which was connected to your bedroom, and placed you softly onto your bed. The soft silk sheets felt nice on your skin.

Loki continued kissing you everywhere he could, down your breasts, your stomach and your thighs, he placed a long kiss on the inside of your thigh which sent shivers down your spine. He looked up with a smile that made your heart race even faster. Right when he placed a kiss on your clit. You realized that they weren’t just fantasies, and daydreams you had about Loki. You were in love with him. But you didn’t even get time to think about that, cause Loki slipped a finger into your pussy. His long and big fingers felt so much better than your own and reached spots in you that you never knew existed.

You moaned out his name and Loki responded with a breathy chuckle of “I knew you liked me too, love.”

Just as he was speeding up and you felt your orgasm building up faster and faster, he removed his fingers. Licking them clean.

“Loki what the hell?!”

You angrily said to him.

“What’s wrong my darling?”

He awnsered you with a confident smirk on his face.

“You didn’t let me cum, and this is the second time.”

He let out a chuckle at your words.

“Do you wanna know why I didn’t let you come, darling?”

You rolled your eyes and nodded. Pissed about not reaching your high for the second time today.

He bent over and placed his head next to yours, while whispering in your ear,

“Because I want to be the first time that I make you come, to be around my cock. Got it?”

His sudden dominance sent a shiver down your spine and you let out a small whimper.

You nodded your head and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

He started removing his clothes while kissing your lips passionately.

He took off the white t shirt and threw it on the ground, it revealed his perfect abs and it made you silently gasp at the sight.

He pulled down his pants and boxers in one go, so now he stood before you. Naked as well. And you had never seen something like this.

When I said that loki was a god, and he looked like one I was talking about his face and figure. But nothing could compare to his cock. It was long. But also big in girth. You tried to grab him as he was kissing you and you could barely fit your hand around it. He let out a airy chuckle at the feeling of your hand being almost too small to wrap around him. But it took him by suprise when you started pumping him. He grabbed your neck and kissed you harder, which made both of you moan. Your hand slipped to his hair, which was still perfectly tied up in a bun, a few strand that fell out of it framing his face perfectly.

You grabbed his hair and softly tugged on it. Which made him whimper. He let out a soft “please” as you pulled harder. “Oh god.” He moaned as one of your hands was tangled up in his hair and the other one wrapped perfectly around his cock, still pumping at a slightly faster pace. He moaned and you took the opportunity to flip him over, so you were the one on top now. He was suprised by the sudden turn of events. He laughed.

“Darling, did you really think I would hand over the control to you so easily, I am a go-“

he couldn’t finish his sentence as a moan ripped through his chest as you lined his cock up with your cunt and slowly sunk onto it. You grabbed his shoulders and held on for dear life, not thinking that it would fit. Loki chuckled in relief when you sank onto it completely, but let out a loud whimper as you started bouncing. You had to get used to it the first few times, but after a while I felt good. Really good. You were a whimpering mess, and so was Loki. When he felt that you had gotten tired and it was becoming too much for you he flipped you over so you were comfortably laying on the mattress again.

“Let me take care of you, my darling.”

Loki said as he kissed your cheek.

“Please, let me know if I am too rough. I do not under any circumstances want to hurt you.”

You nodded and he started thrusting into you. The first few times slow so you could adjust to the feeling, but when you started moaning, it awakened something in him and he started thrusting harder and harder. You pulled him closer and grabbed his hair. You already felt the knot in your stomach get bigger and you could tell that loki was getting closer too by the way you felt his cock twitch in your walls. You pulled his hair and he let out a loud moan of your name as he came. You followed shortly after. As you both rid out the aftershocks loki held you close and brushed his hand over your hair as he cuddled with you. Enjoying the closeness. You were shivering from the sudden wave of coldness, and loki grabbed his white T-shirt and pulled it over your head. He put on his boxers and you both climbed under the blankets, loki was still holding you close to him.

“I love you, loki.”

You told him.

“I love you too darling.”

He awnsered.

“No, I think that I am actually in love with you, loki.”

Loki let out a soft laugh at your words.

“I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you.”

#loki odinson #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki friggason #loki marvel #loki smut #loki x you #dom loki #loki #loki of asgard #loki god of mischief #marvel #mcu loki #lokiedit #god of mischief #loki imagine

[carebeartherese]

Semi-live blogging the finale of Loki:

-HERE WE GO

-hoping for Lokius this ep

-Im terrified and also have a whole monster in my system

-backwards intro????

-I BELIEVE IN YOU LOKI

-ok how we fix

-Aw mobius checking on him

-oh and he spaghettied again

-you got this Loki

-mobius is so confused

-also love the upbeat music

-confusing literally anyone

-skin? pt2

-again ig

-this shits not working

-love that mobius and sylvie are worried

-lmfao Loki is so tired of this shit

-mobius is so cute trying to help Loki

-NO NOT CENTURIES LATER

-what the hell is happening

-Loki is actually so funny rn

-wow he’s kinda hot when he’s smart

-NOT THE FINISHING MOBIUS SENTENCE

-NOT THE LAPELS GRAB

-THIS IS A CODE RED GAYS

-they should kiss already fr

-Aw the little arm grab

-OK I BELIEVE

-THIS MAY WORK

-GO GO GO GO GO

-GET IT TIMELY

-PLEASE

-“you’re being so brave.”

-the deadpan

-timely fighting for his life while Loki is so unenthused

-PLEASE LET THIS WORK

-HIT THE DAMN BUTTON

-EHATS HAPPENING

-DID IT WORK?????

-WE DID ITTTTTT

-COME BACK TIMELY

-HE MADE IT

-FUCK YES

-ITS WORKING HOLY SHIT

-THIS FEELS WAY TOO GOOD

-no

-no please

-this was supposed to work

-IT CANT BE OVERLOADING

-WE JUST FIXED KT

-EHAT THE FUCK

-MOTHERFUCKER

-timely no please

-not a scaling problem

-Loki is so tired man

-well it was nice knowing y’all ig

-why the fuck is the world like this

-now there’s no fixing

-wait i don’t wanna be back in the time tower thing

-PLEASE DONT MAKE THIS A SYLKI THING

-:0 MAYBE KILL HER???

-NO NO NO FUCK

-srsly how many times must we fight her

-maybe she does have to die if you want to stop everything

-is time frozen???

-ok he who remains is kinda funny

-Loki is literally so tired

-LET THE MAN REST

-reincarnation baby’s

-oh shit Loki can pause now

-damn

-hes kinda fine

-Alr chitchat time

-a failsafe??

-the tva is not easy to rebuild

-what about the people???

-“kiddo”,”champ”

-but why does he always loose

-where do we go from here??

-WHEN do we go from here

-wait break the loom?

-yea your friends would die loki

-tough choices = big chair

-ok let’s go find another way ig

-this sucks

-break loom or kill sylvie???

-wait this sucks actually

-wait mobius???

-Aw the og interrogation

-they should be gay already

-wow mobius is the one loki goes to for advice???

-oh mobius story time

-wait was the hunter mobius??

-dude this is crazy shit

-babygirl that was just a kid

-mobius are you ok

-NO I LOVE HIM

-oh that was ravonna!! who pruned that kid!!!

-mobius has some wise shit to say

-WAIT WHY DOES THIS FEEL LIKE A GOODBYE

-WAIT MOBIUS COME BACK

-omg he’s flashing back to the times he’s lost his people :(((

-oh wait he paused

-ok it’s either the loom dies or sylvie dies

-I feel like there’s probably a clear option bbg

-DONT KISS PLS

-this should end on friend terms

-you two are so fucking poetic and for what

-no don’t tell him that sylvie

-Loki make the right choice please and just kill her

-ok where are we going back to????

-and why???

-for what

-oh it’s all his people in one place :(

-NO NO LOKI

-mobius got worried

-LOKI STOP

-DUDE NO

-LOKI STOP BEING SO AMBIGUOUS

-both of them are so in love with him

-but which will he choose??

-love island shit

-while Loki fucking dies????

-THE HORNS

-HES BACK BITCH

-IM TERRIFIED

-THE TIMELINES ARE EVERYWHERE

-EHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

-this is spooky y’all

-ewwww bad noise

-what did he just do

-THE BRANCHES ARE DYING?????!

-hes aliving them???

-hes so babygirl

-I need him to make a choice in lovers tho

-LOKI WHERE ARE YOU GOING

-YOURE LEAVING YOUR LOVES BEHIND

-NO NO NO

-WHAT IS HAPPENING RN

-no HES the new time bitch

-Im actually so scared

-no no he can’t stay here at the end!

-NO HE CABT BE ALONE THIS ISNT FAIR TO HIM

-HE CANT HOLD TIME TOGETHER ALONE

-what in the seven fucks is happening

-not after

-this shit is unfair

-POOR MOBIUS

-hes just lost the only friend he ever had

-how do these people live without the one person holding them together

-HE REQUESTED LOKIS FILE

-not to be a bitch but it should’ve been sylvie

-HES LEAVING??

-FOR WHERE

-HE JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HIS FUCKING BOYFRIEND AGAIN

-ok I love you b-15 but he is heartbroken fr

-THE LACK OF LOKIUS IS HURTFUL TO ME

-wow the war room is pack today

-aww hi OB

-HES MAKING NEW COPIES

-victor grew up a candle maker

-ravonna is at the end of time!!!!!!!!

-hahahahah bitch

-oh she’s boutta get eaten

-MOBIUS PLAYING WIRH HUS KIDS

-HES SO FATHER FIGURE

-aww look at present mobius

-ugh why is sylvie here

-NO SHIT ITS WEIRD LOKI ISNT HERE

-mobius seems more fucked up about this than I thought he’d be

-meanwhile sylvie is fine

-oh Loki check-up????

-hes doing???

-hes alive I guess???

-did he see mobius????????

-I cannot believe that’s the end omfg

-Im kinda upset that I got queerbaited again but like I knew it was gonna happen 🤷‍♀️

#ouroboros loki #loki season 2 #loki episode 6 #loki spoilers #loki season 2 spoilers #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #sylvie laufeydottir

[alyceinwonderland777]

The Rage Room

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Screaming, fighting, swear words, panic attack, crying, mention of torture

The TVA agents couldn't believe their ears. Loki was talking to them about how their memories have been suppressed, about He Who Remains and how their beloved Judge Renslayer had pruned C-20 instead of trying to figure out what was going on.

Hunter B-15: So is C-20 still alive?

Loki: Most likely yes, although Judge Renslayer most likely hopes she's dead.

Ravonna was terribly ashamed of what she had done.

Ravonna: I was panicking! I thought Sylvie had some kind of brainwashed her!

Loki: Instead it turns out that the one who was brainwashed is you. Comical, right?

Hunter B-15: You could have talked to Sylvie. I did it to try to understand what was happening and now I remember exactly who I am and where I come from. *Said B-15 to Ravonna*

Sylvie: She pretended not to remember what my first Nexus event was, so I don't think she was interested in talking to me.

Casey: What? Why did she do that?

Sylvie: Because Ravonna is a two-faced cunt.

Ravonna loses it.

Ravonna: YOUR NEXUS EVENT IS THAT YOU WERE GOOD! YOU WERE NOT INTERESTED IN POWER UNLIKE THE OTHER LOKIS AND WANTED TO BE A HERO SO UNFORTUNATELY WE HAD TO ARREST YOU! *She screamed*

Everyone was shocked, especially Sylvie.

Sylvie: I WAS A FUCKING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Ravonna: I was forced to do it! If you really want to know, you managed to run away because I felt sorry for you since you were just a child!

Sylvie: Awww thanks! You were very kind! *She said sarcastically*

Loki: You know Ravonna, you and Mobius would make a great couple: He's a dick and you're a cunt!

Mobius: How dare you? I have always treated you with respect!

Loki: Oh so when you locked me in a TimeCell to have Sif kick me in the balls was your way of showing your respect for me?

Mobius: I thought you betrayed us!

Suddenly Loki kicked Mobius in the balls, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain.

Mobius: ARE YOU CRAZY?

Loki: Does it hurt? Imagine how I felt when I was stuck in that fucking time loop for who knows how long!

Ravonna: I think you need some chamomile tea *Said Ravonna sarcastically to Loki*

Loki burst out laughing. His laughter was hysterical.

Loki: The merciless Judge Renslayer is telling me to calm down? Are you kidding me?

Ravonna: It would be better if you stopped acting like a little bitch, don't you think?

Sylvie: You're right Ravonna. We should all take an example from you! *Sylvie said sarcastically*

Mobius: EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP! *Screamed Mobius*

Loki was about to punch Mobius, but he managed to dodge the blow. The God of Mischief and the TVA analyst engaged in a hand-to-hand fight.

Loki: You're a piece of shit!

Mobius: This piece of shit got pruned for you!

Loki: Not before torturing me! Your girlfriend couldn't wait to prune me and Sylvie! *He said referring to Ravonna*

D-90 and Casey intervened to separate Mobius and Loki. D-90 holds Loki and Casey holds Mobius.

D-90: Calm down buddy! We are all victims in this situation! *D-90 said while holding Loki still*

Loki: I'll calm down only after I smash Mobius' cute face!

D-90: He's a victim too! Stop being an asshole and act like an adult!

Loki: Why are you kissing his ass now? When Mrs. Renslayer told you to prune him you did it without a second thought.

D-90: I'm not kissing anyone's ass. I was brainwashed you idiot!

Loki managed to free himself from D-90's grip by kicking him, but D-90 aimed the TimeStick at his neck.

D-90: Don't make me do this. You know we have all been kidnapped from our realities and indoctrinated, so please calm down and listen to what Mobius has to say.

Loki: Okay but get off of me *He said with a snort*

D-90 lowered the TimeStick and Mobius began to speak.

Mobius: Like I said before, I thought you betrayed us. After what you told me I started having doubts and after verifying that you were right I came to free you. I went against everything and everyone for you. I got pruned for you. What do I have to do to make you understand that I'm sorry?

Loki: Are you trying to make me feel guilty?

Mobius: No, I'm just saying I'm sorry!

Loki: Sure *He said rolling his eyes*

Mobius: Shall I get on my knees and beg your forgiveness? *He asked sarcastically*

Loki: Why do you care so much?

Mobius: That's the dumbest question you could ever ask me.

Loki: You didn't answer though.

Mobius: Because I care about you!

Loki: Sure *He said rolling his eyes*

Ravonna: He's telling the truth, Loki.

Loki: Oh really? Like you when you said you couldn't remember what Sylvie's Nexus event was?

Ravonna: I admitted my mistakes and so did Mobius. Can we agree all that all of us have been snatched from our lives without our consent and made into puppets?

Sylvie: Oddly what you said makes sense, Ravonna.

Ravonna rolled her eyes in annoyance

Sylvie: I know, the truth hurts.

Ravonna: Give me a fucking break!

Sylvie: You and your association of space-fascists have never given me a break. You have had no qualms about arresting me when I was just a child and treating me like a criminal. All this only because basically I was a "good kid". What questions would I have been asked during the trial if I hadn't run away? What answers did you expect to get from a child?

Ravonna: I was just following orders!

In that moment Sylvie spat in Ravonna's face.

Sylvie: I've always wanted to do this!

Ravonna: Please stop!

Sylvie: Otherwise what will you do? Will you prune me, Ravonna?

Ravonna: I don't want to prune you, not anymore.

Sylvie: Oh really? Yet you couldn't wait to "finish your job", Judge Renslayer.

Ravonna was starting to get pissed.

Sylvie: What is it? Did you expect He Who Remains to reveal himself to you and compliment you on being the "most effective member" of the TVA? Did you think he would take you to his castle on a white horse? *She said sarcastically*

Ravonna: Sylvie stop it! *She said angrily*

Sylvie: Why should I? I'm having a blast! The fearsome Judge Renslayer believed that He Who Remains was her Prince Charming! *Sylvie said bursting out laughing*

Ravonna: Shut up! Shut the fuck up! *She said as she was about to punch her*

Sylvie dodged Ravonna's punch and grabbed her by the wrist and knocked her to the floor.

Ravonna grabbed Sylvie's leg and knocked her to the floor.

The blond-haired Goddess and the former TVA judge engaged in a hand-to-hand fight.

Sylvie: Poor Ravonna, she was hoping to become He Who Remains' little bitch! *Sylvie said in a mixture of sarcasm and anger*

Ravonna managed to overpower Sylvie.

Ravonna: Can we stop fighting and talk civilly? *She said holding her wrists*

Sylvie: Oooh the ultimate pruner wants to talk civily?

Sylvie was trying to free herself from Ravonna's grip, but she couldn't. While Ravonna was holding her down she remembered the exact moment Ravonna and the Minutemen squad she led abducted her, though it all happened differently. Sylvie's breathing became more labored and her face paled. She was having a panic attack. Ravonna immediately released her grip on Sylvie's wrists and tried to help her up.

Sylvie: Stay away from me!

Ravonna: I don't want to hurt you, Sylvie!

Sylvie: Bullshit! You want to prune me! You want to do what you couldn't do ages ago!

Sylvie curled up in a fetal position and continued to breathe heavily. Up until that moment the only feeling she had experienced was anger, drowning out the sadness and anxiety. All of her trauma was exploding. She burst into tears. She felt sad, tired and frustrated.

Ravonna sat down on the floor and stroked her back.

Ravonna: I'm sorry, little one. *She said feeling sincerely guilty*

Sylvie kept shaking and crying. Ravonna helped her up and they walked to the elevator.

Sylvie: W-Where are you taking me?

Ravonna: Don't be afraid, I don't want to hurt you.

The elevator reached the roof of the TVA. It was a terrace rather than a roof.

Ravonna: I used to come up here whenever I needed to clear my head, whenever I was pissed off. In short, I came up here very often.

They sat down on a concrete bench that was up there.

Sylvie: Did you come up here to admire the view?

Ravonna: Yes. It helped me relax.

Sylvie: Did you come up here that day too?

Ravonna: Yes...

Sylvie: Did you feel guilty for taking pity on me?

Ravonna: They didn't let me get away with it...

Sylvie: What do you mean?

Ravonna took a deep breath and told her how she was tortured as punishment for allowing Sylvie to run away. Sylvie was shocked.

Sylvie: Why didn't you run away?

Ravonna: Because I thought I deserved it. I was convinced that this was my place and that I had to carry out my mission at all costs, but in the end there never was any mission. After a while I started to hate you. I thought it was your fault, but in reality, you are a victim in this whole situation, as are I and the other employees of this hell hole.

Sylvie's shaking had subsided slightly, but she felt drained.

Ravonna: Are you feeling better?

Sylvie: Yes, thank you.

Ravonna: I hope that in the future you will be able to forgive me.

Sylvie took her TempPad and opened a Timedoor.

Sylvie: Follow me.

Ravonna: Where are we going?

Sylvie: Just follow me. I have to show you something.

Sylvie and Ravonna passed through the portal and found themselves in Norway. They were on the beach of Sognsvann lake. They heard the gentle sound of the sea waves and the beautiful phenomenon of the northern lights was taking place.

Sylvie placed two fingers on Ravonna's right temple and began to enchant her to restore her suppressed memories.

After Sylvie finished Ravonna was amazed.

Sylvie: Consider it my way of saying I've forgiven you.

They hugged tightly accompanied by the Northem Lights and the sound of the sea waves.

They returned to TVA and rejoined the rest of the group. Mobius and Loki had reconciled and everyone was ready to get to the bottom of this whole situation, to find C-20 and take back the most precious thing that had been stolen from them: their lives.

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[kaunis-sielu]

Frozen: The Night Before

You cannot wait to start your new job. You get to be the new athletic trainer for Asgard Hockey team and tonight you’re celebrating. You were also really excited to be living in the same city as your favorite cousin, Cat. She and her football star boyfriend, the incredibly sexy and crazy about her Steve Rogers are letting you stay with them until you can find a place. It was also her idea for you to go out with some of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen the day before your job starts. The Avengers cheerleaders that Cat hangs out with are honestly so fucking cool and nice that you’ve completely forgotten that they’re basically celebrities here.

“Are you having fun?” Cat asks from her seat next to you, smartly she’d planned a dinner not a night at a club for your first night in town.

“I am. Your friends are amazing.”

“I’m super lucky that’s for sure, also Yelena is looking for a roommate if you’re interested.”

“Wait really?“

“Yea! You wanna go look at it sometime this week? I’m not trying to get rid of you but I know that having your own space is nice.”

“If I had Steve Rogers madly in love with me I wouldn’t want company either. Don’t worry.” You can’t help but tease her and Cat punches you in the arm.

“Shut up Moxie.” She says with a laugh.

“I’d love to check out her place though, she’s the blonde at the end with the high ponytail right?”

“Yea, her bark is probably worse than her bite.”

“Probably?”

“I’ve never been on her bad side.”

“Of course you haven’t.” You nudge her with an arm and she laughs again. Cat has always been the nicest of your cousins, it’s probably because you’re so close in age and some of the only girls on this side of your family. You’ve always loved spending time with Cat and you like her now as much as you did when you were kids.

The rest of the night is a blast and when you go to pay the bill the waitress tells you,

“The hot blond over there took care of it.” When you look at where she’s pointing you’re surprised to see Thor Odinson, Captain and Center of Asgard looking over at your table with a small smile.

“Oh, that was so nice!”

“I would’ve had a better bottle of wine had I known.” Natasha mutters to you.

“I should go say thank you.” Cat says putting her napkin on the table.

“You know Thor?” You ask in surprise.

“Not super well but he and Steve are friends.”

“Of course they are.” You say with a laugh and she grabs your arm,

“Come on. Come meet him, it looks like he’s with Loki too.” You follow along behind her as she makes her way to the bar.

“Thor! It’s great to see you. Thank you so much for paying for dinner.”

“You’re welcome, you didn’t need to come thank me. Steve did it for, uh, Sif once.” He blanches when he says her name. They’ve been going through a rather dramatic divorce after he caught Sif with another woman.

“I’m so sorry.” Cat says resting a hand on his arm.

“We’re celebrating.” Loki says, “he’s finally rid of the bitch.”

“Loki.” Thor sighs but you can’t help the small snort that slips out.

“Sorry.” You say covering your mouth with one had.

“Oh, I’m being rude. This is my cousin Moxie.” Cat says with a little smirk.

“Your family has such interesting nicknames.” Loki says and you have a feeling you’re going to get along well with him.

“Yes, cuz Thor and Loki are such normal names.” You sass back and Loki laughs.

“Touché.” Loki says with an approving nod and Thor gives you a soft smile.

“We’ll leave you to your celebrating, I just wanted to come say thank you.” Cat says looping her arm through yours.

“It was nothing. Say hi to Steve for us.” Thor says and you and Cat head back to your table.

You don’t stay much longer and when you and Cat get into Steve’s car at the end of the night she glances over at you and throws her head back in laughter.

“What?”

“Thor.”

“What about Thor?” The actual hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life.

“What about him? Bitch. He was drooling over you!”

“What? He hardly even looked at me? Are you drunk? Should I be driving?”

“He couldn’t stop looking at you!”

“He just got divorced!”

“They’ve been separated for over two years already.”

“What?“

“He tried to make it work but couldn’t get past the cheating.” This is new and heartbreaking information.

“Just because you started dating one of the hottest athletes on the planet doesn’t mean that’s going to happen for me.”

“It doesn’t mean it’s not.” She points out and you roll your eyes. “Besides, I know you found him attractive.”

“It’s not going to happen Cat.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No, it wouldn’t be fair to you.” She laughs and you grin over at her.

“I’m so glad you’re here. It’ll be nice to get to hang out with you more.” Cat says and you nod in agreement.

You’re ready for a new adventure and this one might just be the best one yet.

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This is a series of one shots. If you have any suggestions or ideas for Thor and Moxie please let me know.

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[pics-and-fanfics]

Family Reunion (Part 2)

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, mild swears, teasing (nice and not nice), people being fucking rude, mild suicidal thoughts, trauma, toxic parent.

Summary: You finally take Loki to see your family several states away, and he learns why you only visit them once every 2 or 3 years. (Mom totally not based off mine, no way…)

Part of my 25 Days of Fluff! writing. Warning! This is very long, and might require more parts!

You go up to your Dad, hugging him for a brief second before letting go, then kiss his cheek. He smiles, patting your head absently before going back to the stove. “Dad, I’d like to introduce you to my boyfriend.” you say, and he turns around, narrowing his eyes at you. “Dad, this is Loki. We’ve been dating for a while, please don’t get mad.”

Loki heard the twinge of fear in your voice, and he leaned down, kissing the top of your head, making you smile a little. “Sir, it is a pleasure to meet you, Y/n is always talking about her parents.”

“They aren’t that bad.” Thor says, sitting next to you and Loki on the floor. “That’s because you don’t know them like I do. Mom’s an idiot, always doing stupid shit, and Dad always listened to her, never believing me. I was the one in the wrong, I was the one lying and causing problems, when in all actuality, it was my mom. She’s a pathological liar, and a narcissist. Just- Just take anything she says with a grain of salt.” you say, sitting in Loki’s lap.

“Besides, we- Oh hey booger butt.” you say, quickly changing the subject. Loki looks up from where he was braiding your hair to see you crawling out of his lap, towards another girl. “How’s my favorite butt-head?”

“Y/n! I’ve missed you so much, everybody around here is so boring, they don’t want to do anything fun! Come play with me, I’m so bored!” Loki hears you laugh, seeing you actually smile for the first time since you walked in the door. He watches as you dig your fingers gently into the girl’s ribs, making her giggle and dance away from you.

“Booger-brat, this is my boyfriend.” you say, trying to pull Loki up, but he smirks, going limp, pulling you down with him, making you laugh again. “Come- on- you stink head.” you growl, standing up and pulling his arm. “But the floor’s comfortable, Y/n. I don’t want to move!” he whines, and you roll your eyes, giving up.

“Well anyways, this annoying man is my boyfriend. Loki, this is Morgan, my niece. And Morgan, this is Thor, my co-worker. Thor, my niece.” you say, pointing at Thor.

You sit down on the couch, laying your head on Loki’s shoulder. You looked at the cards in your hand, smiling, as you laid down a +4, making Morgan groan as she picked up her cards.

The next day, you wake up from your sleep, Morgan jumping on your bed. “Let me sleep, dude. I had to drive for almost 2 days.” you say, pulling the covers up higher. “Nana says she wants you to get up or she’s going to come in here with a spray bottle.” Morgan says, pulling the covers back. “Oh, fun. Tell her I’ll take my chances for five more minutes of sleep.” You snuggle into Loki, making him hum.

Not even two minutes later, you get sprayed in the face with a spray bottle. “Get your lazy ass up, Y/n. We’ve been waiting on you for three hours.” You sit up, rubbing the water off your face. “Well then just open presents without me, Mother. I’ve been driving for nearly two days, I want to sleep.” More water, and you feel Loki sit up beside you. You glare at your Mom, who stalks out of the room.

“Fucking bitch, I hate her so much.” you mutter, crawling out of the twin bed. You pull on a pair of fuzzy socks from your suitcase. “What was that about?” Loki asks, and you hear the rage in his voice. “Oh, that was my loving mother’s way of waking me up. I told you she’s a bitch.” you say, pulling on clean clothes. “I’m starting to better understand why you hate her so much. At least you could leave.” Loki says, running his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry I’m complaining, it’s just- she made my life a living hell. You’ve seen how she treated me.” you say, remembering the nights Loki had soothed you from your nightmares, dulling the pain from the memories. “I’m just glad you’re not crying everynight, wishing for death.” Loki says, and you let a tear run down your face.

“I don’t know how I deserve you, Lokes.” you say, pulling your hair up into a pony tail. You hear pounding at your door, and you internally scream. “I’m coming, I’m coming! Jeez loise, give me a goddamn minute.” You pull your camera out of your suitcase, putting the batteries in and quickly going through the set up again.

Loki smiled, watching you laugh at your neice’s reactions to the presents you had gotten her. He watched as you snapped pictures of everything, including the ugly expressions on Patrica’s face when she opened the presents you had picked out for her. “Why would you get me something so ugly? You know what I wanted.” your mom says, and Loki bites his tongue when you pat his knee.

“That is very rude to say, Lady Patrica. At least your daughter got you something that made her think of you. You should be grateful that she is even here, taking time off of work to be here, and you are treating her like shit.” Thor says, and Loki looks at him, slightly shocked. Even you looked shocked, your camera slipping out of your hands. Loki closes your hands around it, and you grip both the camera and his hand tightly.

“Exscuse me? Who do you think you are, coming in my house and talking to me like that?” Patrica says, getting up from where she was sitting, putting the mug down. Then Loki saw what was on the cup.

“World’s worst Mother award goes to you!” Loki couldn’t help but snicker, making Patrica whip around her head to look at him. “Honestly, you call yourself her mother, yet you don’t act like one. She would have been better off staying in New York and opening presents with me and her boyfriend.” Thor says, standing up, showing the obviuos height difference.

“Tho- Thor, I think it’d be best for you to go outside. Mom, I’m so sorry, he has no filter on his words, he should not have said that, and he’ll leave right now if he knows what’s best.” You hissed the last part, and Loki could hear the way your voice wavered. Loki heard you take a deep breath as your mother turned to you, and he stood up, ready to defend you.

“You know what, actually, no. Because Thor’s right. You’ve treated me like shit all my life, and I’m not going to put up with it anymore.” you say, pushing all the presents from your mother away. “I’m done. I’m fed up, I’m pissed off, I’m beyond traumatized. You-” Loki turns to look at you, seeing you throwing the now opened present that had just been in your lap to the floor.

The contents were showing. A knife, and a note. “You are a disgusting human being. You don’t deserve happiness, you narcissistic bitch. It’s all ‘me me me!’ You never think about anyone else. You’ve nearly gotten me killed on multiple occasions! I’m DONE! I AM TAKING MY SHIT, AND LEAVING! SAYANARA, ADIOS, FUCK YOU!” Loki chased after you when you stormed off to the room you had slept in, grabbing your things.

Five minutes later, you were driving down the road, Thor and Loki silent, in awe of your outburst. You slowed down, pulling off the road into an empty lot. You stared out the window, tears running down your face.

‘I figured since all you talked about was wanting to die, I thought why not help you?’

“Darling?” Loki says, snapping you out of your daze. “What she did was wrong, and I’m very sorry. If you’d like, we don’t have to go back.” You feel Loki kiss your hand, and you sniff, leaning over after turning the car off. “Lady Y/n, I agree with my brother. What your mother did was evil, and I’m surprised that she raised an amazing woman, kind, caring, and so different from her.” Thor says from the backseat, and you smile.

“I’m just glad it’s over.” you say quietly, closing your eyes. “I’m very proud of you for standing up to her, Y/n.” You smile at Loki’s words, feeling a little better.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this, as I wrote this instead of doing my project. I did finish it tho. Fingers crossed for a decent grade! 🤞 Let me know if you want to be tagged in any future posts, seeing as I'd rather type 50+ sentences for shitty fics instead of <4 per page for a test grade.

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[farfromstrange]

Foreigner's God: Chapter 7

Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OFC

Chapter Summary: There is something incredibly off about Tony’s behavior, and Eliza decides she can’t do it anymore. She’s done. The fight leads to several revelations. One, she might be going slightly insane and two, Clinton Church is actually quite the nice place to go to if you’re having a panic attack. Other than that, Matt is still himself. While that might lead to some tension between them, she’s never been happier to have a place to go to that isn’t lonely, and he cares. This friendship might just be all she needs, after all.

Warnings: this is so long, mentions of drug abuse, alcohol consumption, there’s some foreshadowing, Tony Stark is being slandered, a phone call with Peter, hallucinations, panic attack, religious imagery, confession, praying, S3 spoilers, Eliza’s ever-lasting guilt, arguing, yelling, daddy issues (not the sexy kind), crying, not feeling good enough, some bad humor & cliché age gap joke

Other characters: Natasha, Steve, Thor, Bruce, Tony, Clint, Peter Parker, Father Lantom & Sister Maggie, also some random homeless man just trying to help a girl out

Word Count: ~ 10k

A/n: I tried working out some of my own religious trauma with this one and also… well, this shit is plot-heavy so you might need a clear head to read this. If anyone asks, no I’m not okay. And no, Tony just acts like an asshole. He ISNT the villain. Still haven’t done him dirty enough, but we’ll soon be done with the slander. The next chapter will be posted tonight as well!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

Read Chapter 7: right where you left me Here on AO3!

18+ MINORS DNI

The first time Eliza Bennett met Tony Stark was the day Loki destroyed New York. She’d only been working for SHIELD for a short amount of time back then, trying to get accustomed to her new life, her new identity. It’s safe to say she has always been exceptionally good at it. At being an Agent, being a hero, and every other thing way beyond her maturity level. She was never taught any better. Being an Agent in the field resembled her life at Hydra almost down a tee. Except she wasn’t killing people and she had her own free will, which was nice, but also not so much. She followed orders but she had a choice to stay or to start a new somewhere, get a taste of that human lifestyle everyone kept telling her about. It was new and scary, and she hated the fact that it didn’t feel like her.

May 3rd, 2012.

She was undercover at a gala when she heard the static rushing in her earpiece. “Mission’s over,” Natasha said. 

“What?” Eliza looked down at the glass of Martini in her hand, then back at the dance floor on which the Senator she was watching kept twirling his date around. “I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet,” she said. “I practiced my tango, like you told me to. It’d be a shame if I couldn’t show it off!”

The woman laughed. “I’d love to see it, but this is urgent. Pack up! We’re going back on the Helicarrier. I’ve got someone else covering our Russian spy senator and his bimbo.”

“Don’t call her a bimbo, Nat.“

“But it’s true. Admit it.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Eliza left the party, the black limousine waiting for her at the entrance. The nice valet opened her the door, but he was dangerously pale around the nose. She cocked her head. Someone had been threatening him.

Natasha sat in the dark of the backseat, holding a file. She should’ve expected the redhead to make her appearance so soon. Urgent meant nothing less than time sensitive and when it came to matters with such a label, she was always first on every scene.

“Wait, weren’t you just in some Russian guy’s lair?” she asked her.

“Yeah, Coulson bailed me out. Threatened the guy. I almost had him. Ended up kicking his ass like the little bitch he was.”

“Did you get the intel?”

“What do you take me for?”

“Of course, you did. So, what’s up? What’s up with the urgency?”

“I know you’ve never done this before,” Natasha said. She handed the file over, her hand enveloped in black leather gloves. “But the fate of the world depends on it, and we could really use your help right now.”

She opened the brown folder, the first page a picture of a glowing blue box. “The tesseract,” Eliza choked out. An object with the most magnetic pull.

Fury never once allowed her to be less than ten feet of it. She had to stay in the circle. Why, she didn’t know, but he had his reasons. 

“Yes, it’s recently come into possession of a, uh… I don’t know what he is. An alien? Some guy with greasy hair and a spear. He’s not of this world, that’s for sure. He stole it from the base earlier tonight.”

“This thing has unimaginable power. How could he just steal it?”

“As I said, he’s an alien. And he’s Thor’s brother. Turn the page.” She did. The next series of pictures were screenshots from the security cameras. The man with black hair stared straight at the screen. He was attractive, sure, but the crazy in his eyes killed the mood.

“Jesus.” Eliza shook her head. Somehow the glow of his scepter felt… familiar? It was just a picture, it was probably stupid, but she felt drawn to it nonetheless. “What’s the procedure?” she questioned. 

Natasha smirked. “We’re getting the band back together.”

With the band, she meant the Avengers. The Avengers Initiative failed before. Imagine her surprise when the pair set foot on the Helicarrier to find the group of unlikely allies meddled together for the first time ever. None of them looked like they belonged there.

“I could imagine better things than to be trapped on here with the Hulk,” she told Natasha. “And the guy whose brother is currently threatening to take over the world.”

“He’s still my brother!” Thor snapped from somewhere in the distance.

“He killed eighty people in two days.”

“Well, he’s adopted.”

“And I’m a former Hydra operative. What’s your point?”

“See, so even you have made mistakes, earthling.”

Eliza glared at the blond man. He was attractive. He was tall and muscular and every woman’s dream. In that moment though, all he did was infuriate her to the point, her blood boiled.

“Don’t call me earthling, you daft Asgardian Shakespeare.”

“I feel like you have been misinformed about me. I’m Thor, the God of-“

“Thunder, yeah, I know. I don’t care.” She turned to the rest of the team. “If I end up squashed,” - she pointed at Bruce - “under the edge of a Vibranium shield,” - she pointed at Captain America - “shot with an arrow through the eye,” - her eyes narrowed at Clint - “hit with a magic hammer or ATTACKED BY A FUCKING METAL SUIT, MISTER STARK!” Tony felt her finger poke deep into his chest. “I will make sure we all die up here,” she finished. “You got that?”

But Natasha taught her all about control, so she swallowed the red threatening to expose her and focused back on the task at hand.

Tony was actually the only one to eye her with curiosity instead of fear. “Do they usually start this young?” he asked. 

Eliza used to be a very superstitious person. She didn’t trust anyone outside of her fellow Agents and even then she kept her distance. She was a scared girl in a big world, not knowing who she was or how she got there, with powers raging inside of her that she couldn’t quite grasp. The Avengers were a pool of strangers that she was tossed in without ever having learned how to swim.

So, naturally, when Tony made his jokes, she put her guard up. “No,” she told him, “We usually start younger.”

“So, baby spies?” He’s never been a particularly serious person.

It was twisted that this was the thing that enthralled him about her. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. Eliza was so frustrated to the point where she considered putting a bullet through his iron suit. Though when he flew that missile into space, she couldn’t help but pay her respects to his heroic antics. The careless man she’d met before somehow appeared in a different light then.

“You’re a great kid,” Tony said to her after the battle. “We should do this again sometime.”

That was four years in the past. 

Eliza warmed up to Tony instantly. The respectful, caring side of him. It was the original reason why she agreed to move into Avengers Tower in the first place. She ditched SHIELD for the Avengers. He mentored her. Tony was the first person after Fury to see something in her, willing to do just about anything to bring it out in her. 

Tony Stark made her feel loved for the first time in her life. Perhaps that’s why it hurt so much to see their once so-invincible bond break apart. 

Eliza asked herself where exactly they went wrong. Was it something she did or something she could’ve prevented? As so often, there was nothing to explain Tony’s behavior other than the fact that he was just Tony. 

Tony wasn’t the man he used to be, and he certainly didn’t portray as the kind of person he wanted to be. He turned from an idol into an antagonist – Eliza wished it would’ve been a sudden change, but reflecting on the past two years she realized it was meant to happen.

Eliza knew better than to try and make him see. He had to fall head-first into the abyss to realize his mistakes. He needed a swift kick in the ass and an excellent punch to the face. She couldn’t do that. Life had to do it to him.

Like Steve once said to her, “If holding onto something hurts you more than letting go, you need to let it go. If it’s meant to be, it’ll come back to you. If it’s not, at least you got rid of the pain.”

By the time Happy pulled up to the compound, Eliza accepted the fact that it would never be the same again. She had to let go eventually. She would give him one last chance, she decided, and if he decided to turn around and shit on it, she would take Steve’s advice and save herself. For once in her life, she had to listen. Holding onto the wrong people was her best talent, but sometimes even talent has to be laid off to protect your fragile little heart. 

“We’re here,” Happy snapped her out of her thoughts.

She dreaded every step into the compound. Her heart beat up to her throat. The oxygen supply sank with every passing second.

Eliza took the familiar road to Tony’s office. He was waiting for her behind the door. She hesitated, hand on the handle. She hated confrontation. She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t her turn to apologize, but somehow she felt like she had to. Sad, wasn’t it? He had her judging guilty without even trying, even when she didn’t need to. She was just that dependent on his approval. 

She pushed the thoughts away. She wasn’t a child anymore, she was an adult. Adults don’t make their lives dependent on one person, no matter how much they mean to them. Adults are supposed to stand their ground. She had to learn how to do that. She did it the previous night, she could do it again. Tony didn’t own her.

“You came,” Tony’s voice sounded breathy, hungover, from the corner of the room.

Eliza exhaled, a mix between a sigh and a scoff. “You left me no choice,” she said. “Sending Happy to my place was a desperate move.”

“I couldn’t reach you. At first, I thought maybe you lost your phone, but then I realized you blocked my number. If anything, you left me no choice. I wanted to talk to you without dozens of people around to ask stupid questions.”

“Why?”

“You left before I could talk to you last night.”

“Seriously? You’re just gonna act like this is all it is? Miscommunication?”

Tony scoffed. She saw the bottle of Scotch on his table, the half-filled glass. It was ten in the morning.

“Are you drunk again?” she asked.

“You don’t get to do that.”

“I don’t mind day drinking, I only mind hypocrisy.”

“I asked you here to apologize for what I said.” He took a sip.

“You were drunk, Tony.”

“And I’m sorry for that. I had one too many drinks because I didn’t want to face Secretary Ross sober. Every time I see him, I’m reminded of Rogers and what he did.”

“What Steve did?” Eliza glared. “You both screwed up! It wasn’t just him.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

“It kind of seems like you don’t.”

“Give me a break!” 

She flinched away. Her eyes fluttered close, her feet carried her a step back, and her arms instantly lifted themselves in front of her chest as if physically defending herself was going to block the words from entering her ears. It didn’t. 

Tony’s frown crumbled. He didn’t have the power of empathy on his side, but he saw the fear displayed in her eyes and he felt a sudden ping of regret. “I’m sorry,” he said, quieter this time. He opened his arms - a peace offering. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“You’re drunk,” she whispered. The tears stung behind her still-closed lids. “You’re drunk,” she said once again. She opened her eyes again. “I know what chronically drunk people are like, so I know that anything you say could either be complete bullshit or the honest-to-God truth. Tell me, why should I believe anything you say right now?”

He watched the tears slide almost elegantly from the corner of her left eye, down her cheek, and her neck. He waved his hands a little. “I’m not drunk. I’ve had two glasses of Scotch to fight off the hangover.”

“There’s still alcohol in your system. Too much to consider it sober.”

“You’re right, I’m not sober.”

“I know. What I don’t know is what you want from me. My pity?”

“No!” Tony scoffed. “It’s just been hard for me,” he began to explain himself. “Ever since Rogers - Steve - left, I’ve been feeling like I failed. Do you know what that’s like? I’m the man who killed the Avengers. I saw it. I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Oh, come on!”

“No, hear me out. When that little witch Wanda played with my head, I saw it. I saw all of you, dead. It was my fault. I’m comparing these two right now and I don’t see much of a difference. Look, I’m on my last straw right now.”

Eliza shook her head. “You could’ve told me,” she said. 

“I tried! I tried to tell you that this is my worst nightmare come true. So many times.”

“How, by calling me a lost orphan in front of the most powerful people in New York City?”

“You don’t understand,” he said. “I was drunk and angry and I didn’t mean it.”

“You’re right, I don’t understand because you’re not making any sense.”

“I made our friends enemies of the State. I did. Rogers, Romanoff, Wanda, all of them! I killed the Avengers.”

“And you know, Sam, Scott, even Vision, just because he’s in love with a fugitive. Can’t even say their names, can you?” 

“Jesus!” He scoffed. “You’re turning my words against me.”

“Can you blame me?” Eliza asked, challenging him. 

“This isn’t about blame.”

“What, you want me to feel bad for you?” She cocked her head. “This is on you, not me. If you’re waiting for the pity party, you’re not getting any.”

“Listen, kid. I know you’re struggling and I’m sorry I’m not there for you like I used to be, but this is hard on all of us. Especially on me. This shit show is getting on my last nerve. The press, Ross, fucking Rhodey and Happy- you know, it’s not easy when the world is resting on your shoulders,” he said. 

The exasperated laugh was an answer of heavy proportions. “Boohoo, cry me a river, Tony! Honestly, you either complain or apologize, you can’t do both and expect me to roll with it.” She wished she had the same glass of Scotch he was carrying only so she could swallow the horrendously bitter taste on her tongue, but she didn’t. She was glad she didn’t. She wanted to be better than him. She wanted her words to be sober. She wanted him to understand, for whatever the desperate attempts were worth.

Tony shrugged. “It’s true. There’s a lot more I’m carrying that you don’t know about,” he said, “and I’m glad you don’t.”

“And you don’t know about the shit I have to carry,” she replied. Her lip twitched into a sour smile. “But I’m glad you don’t.”

He smirked, but it was fake. The way she spoke left no space for interpretation of just how sour she was. She was mad, offended, disappointed, all of those things and yet, she came. She always did. 

“All I need is some time to clear my head, and Scotch. Lots of Scotch.” He poured himself another glass from the small bar in the corner of his office, a small mahagoni table overlooking the New York skyline behind the compound. The perfectly trimmed grass and bushes in the front yard lead to the small forest separating the Avengers from downtown. It was beautiful. 

“You need time,” she repeated his words. “It’s funny because when you say it’s hard on all of us, I feel like it only entails you. I had to clean up your mess, again,” she said. “I shouldn’t have to. I struggle too, you know. I’m not saying you aren’t, but maybe you should take your own words into account and think about the people around you. You aren’t the only one who lost, we all did.” 

His shoulders tensed. Something changed. Was that regret she saw in the colors around his soul? She could’ve sworn she saw black somewhere, but it was hard to tell with the mess he was and the alcohol that seemed to turn the shade of anger darker, and the pride threatened to consume him. 

“I always have to take care of everything. I trained you, Eliza. I made us a team. I got you all a job you could count on. You had all the benefits in the world. Healthcare, stability, housing… you had all of that. It was safe. You guys were safe. And yet - and fucking yet - we managed to blow up. We always do. Everything always blows up, no matter what I do, and I’m tired of watching it happen without having an ounce of control in it. I think it’s time I finally focus on myself.”

“How can you say that after everything that happened? I can’t take this anymore,” she said, and she meant it. “I have to soften all the blows. It’s not even my job!”

“You need to learn how to take responsibility,” he argued.

“Responsibility?” That was the last straw. “I’ve been taking responsibility since the day I got here! I’ve been cleaning up the messes you’ve made again and again. Now, I didn’t mind. We were a family, but lately, it feels like I’m just doing it because I’m supposed to. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I shouldn’t have accepted being used like that.”

“Being used?” Tony asked, voice dangerous as he rose from his chair. “I did everything for you. You got a home, money, and a job. You met people others can only dream about. What else do you want?”

“Maybe some appreciation, for a change. I mean, are you treating Peter the same way?”

“Peter- is this what this is about? Are you jealous of that kid?”

“No!” maybe a little. “My point is that I was around Peter’s age when we first met. After everything you learned over the years and what I’ve been through, don’t you think it’s my right to tell you your place?“

“Pepper took you under her wing, Happy worries about you all the time, I mentored you. I got you back on your feet. I made sure you didn’t go to jail. Hell, I even funded your drug addiction when I didn’t even know you were taking those stupid pills, and yet, I’ve never asked you to pay me back!” 

“Oh, please,” Eliza spat back. “What would you ever do without having my mental illness as a justification for your actions? Honestly, you’re acting like that’s all I am. Fuck you, Tony! I thought you cared about me.”

“I do!” he said. “All I ever did was because I care about you. I saw your talent when no one else did. Not even Fury shaped you the way I did. So don’t tell me you’re not being appreciated! I care more than anyone else on this planet. I saved your life, goddamnit!”

“Jesus Christ, Tony, why can’t you just listen?” Fresh tears pooled in her eyes. The water crept dangerously close to the brim, threatening to bubble over. Eliza wasn’t even surprised.

She’d cried more in the past couple of days than ever before. She was a wreck. Time had done its damage. Life had taken its toll. She was bound to break eventually, she just never thought it would happen like this. She never thought it would come to this. The world stopped spinning the day the Avengers left her behind.

“I’m so sick and tired of fixing everything,” she said. “I’m not your therapist. Hell, I’m the one who needs one. I’m not just some messed up orphan that’s become your burden. You were everything to me…” The ocean was too wide and she never learned how to swim. “I looked up to you. I idolized you and wanted to be like you. You taught me so much and yet nothing prepared me for the person you’d be.”

Eliza wiped her cheeks furiously with the back of her hand. “This isn’t you! Ever since you and Steve fell out and the Avengers broke up, you’ve been spiraling out of control. You changed! You turned into this wreckage of a man, a shell of who you used to be, and that shell is filled with so much sour hostility. The Tony Stark I know wouldn’t risk everything by putting down the guests at his party. He wouldn’t hurt his friends and family in front of everyone. The Tony I know would listen to what I have to say. He’d take my worries into account. The Tony I know would do anything to protect me, but you’re not there. You haven’t been there in a very long time, but I lived with it because I still had hope. I had faith in you, Tony.” 

He aggressively downed another glass of Scotch, knuckles turned white from the hold he had on it. 

“You taught me to always believe in the good in people, and help when someone needs it. I made it my personality trait. What happened, Tony? What happened to make you this way?”

“You don’t get to do that,” he said. “You don’t get to ask me what happened when you were the one who completely lost herself all those years ago!”

“I picked myself up again! I admit that I’m broken, but that doesn’t give me the right to take it out on people. That’s what you do. You blame everyone but yourself for everything that’s wrong with you-“

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. You won’t listen!”

“Oh, I am listening. I am listening very well. Let’s talk about what I’m listening to, yeah? Except for the fact that you’re trying to make me feel bad for one stupid slip-up-“

Eliza interrupted him with a frustrated groan, “It wasn’t just one stupid slip-up, Tony. It’s a fucking series and I’m done watching!”

“Don’t interrupt me,” he said. “You call me a hypocrite, but while you accuse me of neglecting you, it’s you who won’t listen. You think you’re so smart, prancing around at night, behind my back, with a criminal? And then you have the nerve to pretend like you’re a good girl and lie to my face! That’s what hypocrisy is, Eliza! You’re a hypocrite!”

The words tasted like poison on her tongue.

Tony was nowhere near done. The fire just kept on burning. “You’re jealous of Peter? Well, he learned his lesson after I called him out. You didn’t. You did the exact opposite of what I told you. Fucking hell!”

“What are you even talking about?” she asked.

“Daredevil.”

“What?” The name rang in her ears. Her mind instantly went to Matt. It made her wonder just how much he knew.

“Don’t play dumb now,” he bellowed. “I know you’re working with him. You’re following down circumstantial leads that almost got you killed.”

“How would you even know?” 

“I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, remember?”

“It’s not what it looks like,” she tried to justify herself, but it was essentially all useless. Her secret was out. What terrified her most was the fact that she didn’t care.

“It’s not? Who do you think is keeping the press off your ass right now? It’s only a matter of time before your little secret comes out and then it’s Ross knocking on my door all over again.”

“You didn’t listen to me.” She remained dangerously calm. “So I took matters into my own hands.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He threw his hands up. “You’re not a vigilante! You were with Pfeiffer when he got shot. What did he tell you? Did he play into your suspicions?”

Eliza cocked an eyebrow. “How do you know I was there?” she asked. The truth itched the back of her brain.

Tony sighed, nostrils flared. “I put a tracker into your SIM card when I got it for you.”

“You did what?”

“In my defense, you tend to get into trouble quite a lot.”

It wasn’t that easily justified. He was monitoring her like a criminal because he didn’t trust her. If her heart hadn’t been broken already, it surely would’ve broken right then and there.

“This only proves my point,” he said. “You could’ve gotten shot over a suspicion! And now Pfeiffer is dead and his blood is on your hands.”

“Don’t you dare,” she ground her teeth. “It was Hydra, you and I both know that. You just don’t want to acknowledge the fact that we failed.”

“You’re paranoid, Eliza. I stand by that. People died because of your inability to stay out of shit that doesn’t concern you-“

“It doesn’t concern me? Tony, they stole my childhood, they experimented on me and tortured me! There’s nothing more of my concern than that stupid organization! This is so much bigger than we thought. You’d know that if you’d just listened.”

“I listened, I didn’t like what I heard so I’m cutting you off,” the statement was final, she saw it in his eyes. But Eliza was done for good. He could do whatever he wanted. She was done.

“You know,” she said, “We used to be such a good team. We swore to eliminate threats. What happened to that?”

“Agendas change,” he stated.

“No, not this time. You just want to control me. I don’t know why, maybe you’re scared or maybe you just don’t have any faith in me. Either way, I’m not gonna stop. We both know that.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Am I? Or am I just not following your orders?”

“Not following my orders is a mistake. Trust me. You’re doing the wrong thing, Eliza. You’re chasing the wrong ghosts. If you do this, I can no longer protect you.”

She shrugged. “I’ll take that chance.”

“You don’t understand. If you do this, I’m gonna stop. If you do this, you’re no longer an Avenger.”

“I haven’t been an Avenger since Berlin.”

The emptiness in Eliza’s eyes put a distance of miles between them. Tony was waiting for her to pull back from the edge of the cliff, to run back into his arms. He was waiting for her to make a different decision, one that didn’t entail losing her, but one look into her eyes told him that he was no longer welcome. He wasn’t just losing her, he already had.

“I didn’t ask you to keep the press off my ass,” she said to him. “If Ross wants to arrest me, let him. I’d rather go to jail than sit back and do nothing to save this city. If you decide to do the latter, that’s your choice. It’s not mine. I want to see them burn the way they burned me. If you try and stand in my way, I might just burn you too.”

“Are you threatening me?” Tony asked.

“No,” she smiled, “it’s a promise.” The door handle felt hot instead of cold under her hands this time.

She looked down. The veins underneath her skin were glowing bright red instead of faint blue. In the reflection of the window, she caught a glimpse of her eyes. She was standing knee-deep in her misery and the pain did little to help her stay in control. 

He’s lying to you. She tilted her head.  Her reflection moved towards her. The window turned into a one-way mirror. Smoke started to pool at her feet. The stranger was trapped behind the glass. She pressed her hand against it, eyes switching between Tony at his desk and Eliza, clawing at the door handle. A strange magnetism kept her tied to the metal. 

She tipped her chin. Leave. Her mouth wasn’t moving, so how could she possibly hear her voice, so close yet so far away? 

Don’t look back. 

“If you walk out that door,” Tony said, one last attempt to close the distance between them, “We’re done.”

Eliza pulled. “That’s fine by me.”

“Maybe you should just think this through-“

“I did. I made this decision on my own. Nothing you say or do can change that. I may not be an Avenger anymore, but at least I’m not the one that killed them. You killed the Avengers, Tony. You ruined us. Do with that as you will, but if I were you, I’d rethink the decisions I made.”

She wasn’t sure what came over her.

“Eliza-“

“No, I’m done. Paint me the villain, I don’t care. At least then I know I’ve done it right. Here,” Eliza reached into the pocket of her jeans. The film of pictures weighed heavy in her hands. She hesitated, though the decision was a conscious one. “Good luck cleaning up the mess you made.” She let the snippets fall to the floor. Her face was broken in half, eyes scattered around, all familiar faces that once had been there but were long gone. “I’m not gonna do it for you,” she said. “You can lie in this yourself.”

All the strength Eliza displayed at the compound magically evaporated the second she set foot outside. She didn’t even tell Happy why she was running or where, for that matter. She wasn’t even sure where she was going. All she knew was that she needed to get out; she needed to put not only emotional but also a physical distance between her and Tony and everything else that reminded her of the life before, and just get out of the life she once lived for good. It was over anyway. 

Happy gave her space, he always did. He thought it was because of what Tony said, but the truth was much worse than that. She couldn’t stand being around him. He would do anything for her and that thought was so suffocating, especially after the conversation, that all she wanted was to abandon him completely. It wasn’t for her good, it was for his. She would always push him away, she would always hurt him in some way, and he would always come back, no matter how hard she kicked him.  

Eliza only realized she was running when she came to a halt in front of the memorial established downtown. Their names were engraved golden on the metal plate. The Battle of New York. A silent reminder of the day the sky opened up and aliens invaded the planet. Proof that humans weren’t alone in the universe, after all. 

She’d torn apart the last piece of them she had left to prove a point. It was pathetic. Those were just names on a plate, meaning the world to people. The faces lay scattered on Tony’s office floor. People read the sign and remembered the destruction. No one cared about the faces behind the names, unlike they used to.

They used to be a family. The names on the sign slowly grew into strangers. Eliza felt like everyone else, bystanders watching from the outside. Just names, no faces. Those heroes saved the world once, but that was all they were. The memories of happier times slipped further away. It seemed like she’d watched the time fly by from her little bubble like she hadn’t been part of life back then, only a watcher amid the public eye. 

She’d told Natasha once, “I’m afraid that if I accept this to be true, if I accept this one good thing for myself, that I’m gonna lose it eventually. Because there has never been anything good in my life before and I’m scared. Good things don’t come to people like me, not without a price.“

How right she’d been. Yet she was foolish enough to accept Natasha’s reassurance. “Stark may not be the most promising person, but I think he’s onto something with this group,” she’d said. “You deserve this more than anyone. You deserve to be part of a family. No one’s gonna take that away from you. I can’t speak for the rest, but I, for one, will always be there for you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

I guess always was a lie, too.

Eliza wiped her nose. “No,” she whined. “Get out of my head!”

The sight must have looked insane. Anyone walking by could have easily mistaken her for a psychotic. 

Why? It’s not like I’m doing anything.

“Then why the fuck are you talking to me?”

I’m… not? 

“Liar.”

Well, to be fair, you kind of brought this upon yourself. The young woman looked like her. Same hair, same body type, same eyes, but there was something eerily different about her too. In every nightmare she had, the demons didn’t have a face. She was tormented by memories and self-deprecating thoughts.

If hell was real, she assumed this was how Satan and all her demons spoke because she hated it and it made her want to die.

Did you really think you could continue lying to yourself?

“Peter, hey,” she spoke as soon as the line of her phone clicked. “How are you?”

“Liz?” the boy’s confused voice sounded from the other end. 

“Hi!”

“Is everything okay?”

She silently wiped the snot from her nose. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” she said, and then she laughed. She laughed as if what she’d said was the truth. 

“Oh, you just usually don’t call me unless it’s urgent,” he said. “So I thought something happened. Is it the Avengers? Do we have a mission?”

“Yeah, about that…”

He’s not gonna understand. 

“What?” The school bell rang distinctively in the background. “I actually have class right now, so if it’s not that important and you don’t mind, maybe you could make it quick? Or perhaps call back another time? Not- not that I think what you have to say isn’t important. It always is! It’s just- I’m kind of behind with my grades and stuff and I really want to get into MIT. Spider-Man has really been kicking my ass lately.” He chuckled.

You’re gonna hurt him.

Eliza copied him. “It’s fine. I just- I have something to tell you and all I ask of you is to just listen. Can you do that?” she asked. 

There was a pause. “Okay,” Peter agreed. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m officially done with the Avengers. That’s the truth.”

And you can’t change who you truly are. 

“What-”

“Hear me out. Don’t say anything. Please.”

Don’t fool yourself again.

“O-okay.”

“Truth is, I’m done, Peter. I’m no longer an Avenger and I no longer want to be. Tony said some things… he said and did some things and I just- I quit. I know you look up to him, it’s your thing. You see him as a mentor and I want you to continue doing that, but my time here is over. It was the second Steve got onto that ship, I just didn’t want to acknowledge it. I tried to stay strong, and I tried to keep my faith, but I can’t. You’re too young, you haven’t known them as long as I have – hell, you didn’t know them at all. It’s a good thing, Peter, because that means you’re still innocent. There’s still hope,” she said.

The tears clogged up her throat and it was getting significantly harder to breathe. “I know you wanted us to be friends and I’ll continue being there for you, but it’s time I face the facts. The Avengers are done, at least the way I know them. I should’ve left earlier. It was only a matter of time before this would all escalate. There are some things you can’t be involved with, like the things I’m about to do, the things you’re gonna hear about me… The less you know the better.”

The cabby stopped where she told him to, his head turned patiently, waiting for her payment. She exhaled into the phone. 

“Eliza, you’re scaring me,” Peter’s voice was small. 

“Don’t be,” she told him. “There’s nothing to be scared of. I’m just trying to make amends before it’s too late, that’s all.”

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but it sounds like you need me right now. Maybe I should-”

“Drop my number, Peter. It’s for the best.”

“What, no!”

“I’m sorry.”

The phone cracked between her fingers. Glass scratched the inside of her palm. She watched as the broken device fell to the ground. She stepped on it, once, twice, until it was nothing but flat garbage. The SIM card was broken entirely, and the tracker was disabled and gone for good. Tony didn’t have anything on her anymore. She could go wherever she wanted, do what she wanted and say what she wanted. She didn’t need him and he didn’t need her. It was over. She was free. Though if that had been the truth, she should’ve felt that way, too. She didn’t. Instead, she felt fucking trapped. She felt chained. War was only just beginning. 

Eliza stood alone in the middle of downtown New York. There were no walls around her, not a shield to protect her. People bumped into her on their way down the street. The briefcases of businessmen dressed in black suits hit the back of her knee, making her stumble left to right. They were all so focused on themselves, she was nothing but a mere rock in the way that could be pushed aside. In our most natural habitat, we’re all selfish assholes focused solely on whatever target we’ve set our minds to. 

The voices were so loud, she could hear the conversations overlapping. Her ears were ringing. Emotions swarmed the air like an army of mosquitos. The tornado was heading straight for the village, strong enough to destroy everything in its path. 

Congratulations, Eliza. You just fucked up everything good in your life. 

“We’re a team,” she remembered Steve saying. “Ain’t getting one without the other.”

“I think Steve might be onto something,” Wanda came up to her one night. “I don’t know a lot about working as a team, but you guys make it seem easy. Makes me want to try and be better, you know.”

“You might just be the last straw holding this team together,” Natasha said shortly before they arrived at the UN, a dreaded talk on the plane after the events in Lagos.

“We knew this would happen eventually.” The worst part wasn’t the words coming out of Steve’s mouth, it was the way he said them. He sat in the dark, glass of Scotch in hand, blue eyes endless like the dead sea. “In the end, I don’t think we were meant to be,” he said. “Every great hero falls eventually. I think this is it. This is our fall.”

She begged him to stop, begged him to find another way, but to no avail. You can fill in the blanks on this one.

At the airport in Berlin, she looked at her friends for the last time. She had the choice between helping Steve or staying on Tony’s good side. Back then, she truly believed in him. She promised her loyalty. As she watched her friends get carried away though, her heart screamed, “You made the wrong choice!”

Eliza crossed the corner into an alley just in time. She pressed against the brick wall, the darkness shielding her from the tourists and native New Yorkers crowding the streets. So many people, and so little space. The walls caved in on her. There was so much oxygen in the air and yet not enough to make its way into her lungs the way it was supposed to.

She tore the hoodie over her head. Sweat ran down her spine. Her chest ached and the burning was only getting worse. She tried to breathe - she tried to exhale, inhale, then exhaled again. She tried everything she could think up in her fogged-up brain, but the air tore through her lungs like a flaming fire.

She threw her head back. The stone dug into her skull. Her fingers tingled. Thousand little ants covered her skin. She scratched, she gasped, but the animals fed at her like a cannibal’s teeth. The sea brought its waves higher, water filling her chest, choking on salt. She was trying to stay afloat, but it was getting harder and harder to breathe and the current grew strong enough to pull her down. 

Tony was going to let the press eat her alive, and in tow with the press came Secretary Ross. She only read the first couple of pages of the Accords, but it clearly stated that any kind of mission had to be approved by the government first. Even just the suspicion of risk had to be shared before hunting down leads. No playing the hero without the official ‘go’. Those were the rules. She broke them, clean through. She was playing the vigilante, jumping into the line of fire, using the dark web for answers. She believed Hydra was still out there and she had proof, too. She was obligated to tell Secretary Ross since Tony refused to listen - technically. Technically, she was supposed to be the good girl and wait. Sit down, look pretty. Technically. 

Eliza was never one to accept technicalities. She rather fought for what she believed in instead of following the rules. It was foolish, she knew that. It was stupid, reckless, and lacking common sense. She was aware of all of that and yet when it came to her gut, she knew she could count on it. 

Secretary Ross would arrest her the second he found out. He’d incarcerate her. She didn’t even want to imagine what they’d do to her in prison. Being an Avenger she might as well just walk naked into a lion’s den. 

Hydra was out there. They were more than willing to kill her. While she was hiding in an alley, tucked away from the world, there were people out there getting kidnapped for human experiments. The only thing standing between Hydra and success was Eliza and maybe Daredevil, but she was the bigger threat. 

Eliza loathed herself. She hated her body, hated the mind she was in. None of what she had on her felt like it belonged there. She didn’t deserve the powers, she didn’t deserve the love and care she received. Her existence was trouble, it brought danger to everyone close to her. She was cursed. She knew she was cursed, she had to be. 

You care too much about people - you might just be digging your own grave.

“Hey, lady, you alright?” the homeless man next to the trash container leaned over. She hadn’t realized he was there.

Eliza blinked through the smoke standing up to her ears. “What?” she wasn’t even sure the words came out.

“You look a bit pale. Want some beer?”

She shook her head. “I- I need to get out of here.” Her fight or flight response was damaged, she knew that better than anyone. She needed to get out, she needed to go somewhere safe. Somewhere no one could find her. Somewhere she wouldn’t be recognized.

Sure you do. Run. It’s all you know how to do. Run from the truth, run from who you are. 

She bumped into someone. “Sorry,” she apologized. 

People turned to the disturbed woman running through the masses. She paved the way by elbowing her assailants in the ribs. She ran without destination. She knew New York like the back of her hand, but the many sounds and the people made it hard to focus on the map she had painted up in her head. 

Can’t you see everyone is lying to you? Open your eyes. This is all a lie.

“Stop it! Get out of my head!”

Not gonna happen. Sorry, sweetie. We’re stuck together now. 

“Who are you?” Something high and sharp pierced her eardrum. 

I’m you. The real you.

She couldn’t see five things, only the sun blinding her into oblivion. The white stairs set in stone seemed like enough of a haven. She jumped the steps and through the gigantic doors, not knowing exactly where she was until she smelled the distant scent of candles, rosemary, and roses. Three things she could smell. That was a good start. She closed her eyes and felt the cold of the steel doors, the cool air on her heated skin, and the marble under her boots. The world finally seemed to slow down. The walls put space between them. She breathed. It wasn’t good, but it was better than nothing. 

“Can I help you?” the voice startled her. She reached into the back of her jeans only to realize she wasn’t carrying any weapons. 

Wide eyes looked around. It was no wonder the voice echoed off the walls. She stood in one of the largest rooms she’d ever seen. The windows were painted with colorful pictures -  pictures that told stories almost every child knew. Wooden benches paved the hallway. Marble walls stood high and mighty above them, almost threatening. 

The balding man lifted his arms with a smile. “I come in peace,” he said. 

Eliza took another look around. “I-“ she exhaled. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Please, this door is open to anyone. Would you like to sit down for a moment, catch your breath?” 

She hugged her arms around her torso. Her legs did feel kind of wobbly. “Yeah,” she said, “sitting sounds good.” 

She followed him to the closest bench. He took place next to her, but he didn’t speak until she found her sound again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never been to church before. This is all very new to me.”

“You seem like you’ve been looking for a safe space,” the man said. “There’s no place safer than church.”

“What do I call you? Sir? Or is it Father?” 

He chuckled softly. “I’m Father Paul Lantom, but you may address me however you like. You want to tell me your name?”

“Eliza,” she told him.

“Well, Eliza, what are you running from?”

“I don’t know, life. I gave up everything I once knew, abandoned the people I loved - it was all I had left and I threw it all away. I thought I did the right thing. But now… I think I just made a huge mistake. Oh, God,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said that. Fuck!”

“Do you want to talk about it? I promise I won’t tell. I’m a priest, I’m under the oath of confession, no matter what you tell me.”

She wiped her cheeks. “So you’re like a therapist in a cloak?” 

Father Lantom laughed. “If that’s what you want to call it, sure,” he said. “I can tell you don’t have the best relationship with church. Would you still like to talk?”

“I don’t know. Faith and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms,” she said.

“Religious trauma, I take it?”

“How’d you know?”

“Well, religion is supposed to be comforting. You don’t appear comfortable.”

“I’m not.”

“You don’t have to see this as confession. When you say you struggle with faith, that’s your thing. I won’t talk you into something you don’t want to. God wouldn’t want that. You can just sit here and compose yourself in silence if that’s what you’d like. I’m just going to lend you some company and an open ear, if the need arises, to make sure you’re alright.” 

Eliza frowned. “What does God want, exactly?” she asked. “Why does he let bad things happen to people?”

“God isn’t a person,” the father explained. “He’s a spirit, a deity. He’s a name, not a face. He’s whatever you believe, whatever you want him to be. Some people might see God in their pets, while others simply see him as a voice of guidance. Others don’t acknowledge his presence at all and still believe faith will show them their way. It’s not about God, it’s about what’s in your heart. Despite what a lot of people think, he’s not in control of the world. Things happen, some bad, some good, and some might be even considered a miracle. But he’s not a hero. He’s our hope, our faith, and with these two things you can turn bad things into good ones. For yourself, for others. That’s the thing about religion, about God, about faith – you don’t have to believe in him for him to have your back. Just because you’re an atheist doesn’t mean you’re going to hell. God doesn’t differentiate. We’re all the same in his eyes. Metaphorical eyes, of course.”

She clung to his every word. What once used to be forced on her seemed like a whole different thing now. The faith she used to have was twisted. It wasn’t God she prayed to, it was the face of evil. Hearing father Lantom’s words changed something inside of her; it opened the doors to her heart. She pulled her knee up to her chest. The candles on the altar in the front flickered with the comfortably cold chill. 

“I abandoned my old life to do something I believe in,” she decided to tell him. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“You say you believe in it?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it your purpose?”

“I don’t know, I’m still trying to figure that out.”

“Look inside yourself,” Father Lantom said. “Do you have to do it? Could you do something else and still get the same results? Do you live for it, or do you think about it at night because you can’t get it out of your head? Does it feel right, when you think about it?” 

She answered instantly, “Yes, to all of it.”

“Then it’s your purpose. You made that decision for a reason. You wouldn’t have abandoned your old life to pursue something you only believe half of. Also, if it was so easy to abandon it all, maybe it wasn’t meant to stay that way in the first place. There’s always something waiting for you out there, sometimes it just takes some time for you to find it. It may come in the shape of a task, a purpose, or maybe even a person. And sometimes it’s all of that combined into one.“

“What if I’m not sure yet? What if I still question if I did the right thing?”

“You’re going to find the answer,” he stated. “Sometimes it just takes a while. That is something God can’t do for you. He can only guide you in the right direction.“

“Yeah, but how do I know that?”

“Let me tell you this: when the time comes, you‘ll know. There’s no guide to faith. When you’re on the right path, you’ll know because you’ll feel it deep in your heart.”

Eliza lowered her head. “I never saw it like that,” she admitted.

“Hardly anyone does.” He smiled. “Faith isn’t a task to be accomplished. You have to open your heart to it and when you do, you also have to enjoy it. It has to make you comfortable. If it doesn’t, it may not be the right time for you.”

She thought about it. No pressure, that’s what he was saying. She always thought religion, and going to church, always came with the pressure to dedicate yourself to the cause. She’d always imagined it had to be the way Matt saw God – having blind faith, always. Once in, you can’t pull back out. Just like that. 

This time, Eliza felt comforted. 

“So does God ever send you, I don’t know, signs?” she asked him then. 

“The way you’re asking I assume you’ve been asking yourself this for a while now,” Lantom replied. 

“Yeah, you could say that. A couple of days now, actually.”

“You met someone?”

“Yeah, how did you-“

“I’ve got a lot of people asking me this particular question lately. It’s like a global epidemic has broken out.” Eliza chuckled. He smiled at that. “Everyone’s seeing signs of God everywhere. It sounds crazy, and it probably is too, but I think it’s nice to hear some positive things for a chance. God knows I haven’t been getting much peace.”

“So it is possible?”

“Everything can be a sign, Eliza.”

“It’s like God sent me an Angel,” she blurted out. At this point, the confessions came straight out of the bottle. It wouldn’t stop. “When I first met him, I didn’t think much about it, but the things he makes me feel… no one has ever taken care of me the way he does. He understands me. He came when I needed him most – no, I needed someone and then he was just there and everything made sense. Or well, the things that need to make sense make sense, the rest is just… blegh.” 

“You want to have my advice?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Seems like this is something you should pursue before it slips through your fingers.”

“He’s just so good.”

“Who’s to say you don’t deserve it? Nothing good is ever truly good and nothing bad is ever truly bad. You can’t sabotage yourself just because you think the good things aren’t meant for you.”

“They usually don’t come to me,” she argued. “Or when they do, they break.”

“That’s fear talking. You can’t let that take over.”

“But-“

“Stop making excuses. Someone you speak so highly of seems like someone you should keep around. Maybe he is a sign of God, maybe not. Does it really matter?”

Eliza pursed her lips. “This all just seems so surreal.”

“I know it does.” Father Lantom slowly rose from the bench. She looked up at him. “Think about it,” he said. “And when you need any more guidance, you know where to find me.” 

“Father,” she pulled at his robe, “Thank you,” she said. 

He smiled, patting her hand. “Anytime, Eliza.”

“Would you, uh, mind if I went to the altar and tried to pray?”

“This is a church. Why would I mind?”

His playfulness awoke a feeling of warmth within her. She nodded with a smile, excusing herself and making the long road toward the front. The cross hung high as Jesus lay nailed to it. She knelt, the steps turning colder beneath her knees. 

“You know, when all else fails,” he turned back to her on his way to his chambers, “Talking to God almost always leads to revelations. He listens, even when you think he doesn’t.”

Eliza crossed her chest. She’d seen it in movies, but there was usually a lot more holy water involved. Father Lantom made her believe that there was no wrong way to speak to God. There was no right way to believe. She stared at the altar. How easy it must come to Matt, the times he went to church, the times he went to confession. It was almost like second nature to him. He carried his faith close to his heart, always.

“I don’t know how to pray,” she admitted into the high walls of the church. “But I’ll try because I need something to believe in. I tried to hold on to hope like I was taught. I thought I could do this on my own. God, I was so wrong. I have neither hope nor do I have my life under control,” she said.

Eliza stared up at the angels set into the ceiling. They soared across the sky, watching over her. God isn’t a face. Though as she looked up, she could’ve sworn she saw a silhouette in the clouds. Hidden between the angels and the endless blue, she liked to believe she wasn’t talking to a ghost. 

“I’m kneeling here right now with nothing left to lose,” she said. Her knees ached, but she suffered through it. She suffered in the hope that if she surrendered completely, the sky would provide her with answers. “I have these powers raging through me, powers I don’t even know the full extent of. They’re- they’re changing the way I’m changing, and they’re growing, they’re getting stronger, and I’m so scared of what’s gonna happen next. I’m scared of what’s about to happen to me. It’s different when almost no one believes you. It’s just that everything and everyone’s slipping away from me. I’m scared I might even lose the last good thing in my life before this is all over.” 

She sounded so desperate, so broken. Her cheeks were wet from the tears, lips salty with the taste. She was on her knees, begging, crying out; she felt like a little girl all over again. Submissive, at the edge of the cliff. 

“I’ve been surviving for so long, I forgot what living feels like. No one’s taught me how to. And I can’t live, not like this, not when the fate of the world is on my shoulders. I just need a sign, anything, to know I can win this. That all the pain was worth it. It’s tearing me apart. I don’t know how to hope anymore. I regained some faith in this, in you, and for the first time, I feel like I have a hold on religion. But these people I’m hunting, they’re set out to destroy everything in their path. I can’t keep faith knowing I might just lose everything.”

Her lip quivered, “I can’t lose him, God, I can’t,” she said. “I like to think he came around for a reason, perhaps even a sign from you. He’s led by his faith and his grief, and all he cares about is doing the right thing. He thinks you gave him a purpose. Maybe this is mine. Maybe this is what I was made for, though I haven’t quite figured out what this is. I just know he’s with me and I’d be damned to lose him. 

“I promise to worship at your feet every day from now on if it means we make it out of this alive, that these men get what’s coming for them. I’d do anything for that sliver of happiness. I need to finish this chapter once and for all. If I have to die to ensure everyone’s safety, I will. I’d do just about anything, I swear. Just make sure the people I care about don’t suffer for my mistakes. This is my battle. My sacrifice. No one else deserves to die.” 

“You have so much love left to give,” Natasha’s voice sounded in the back of her head. “Don’t throw that away. Fight for what you want. No matter the cost.”

“I’m willing to pay every price,” Eliza spoke, God as her witness. “I’m done being in pain. I want to believe in you the way Matt does. I do. I need to win. I need this. I’ve sacrificed too much. God,” she cried. “Just this once I am begging for you to listen to me. I know I’ve committed many sins, and I know I’m probably going to hell, but if there’s at least some salvation left for you to give me, I promise I’ll be forever grateful. I’m going straight now. No one deserves to suffer the consequences of my actions but myself.“

You need to learn to take responsibility.

“I’m your disciple,” she swore.

I’ve been struggling with questions of identity as of late.

“Just don’t let me down, please. God, I’m begging you!”

Who am I?

“I need answers. I don’t know if I’ll be able to find them, but I have to try. What I’m about to do, I’m gonna do for a reason. Please, forgive me.”

He listens, even when you think he doesn’t.

She crossed her chest. “Amen.”

In the corner, where the confessional booth had its place, father Lantom watched from the safety of darkness.

“Lord, have mercy on her,” he quietly prayed. “Give her all the strength you have because that girl needs it.”

Eliza rose from the marble stairs. She was fragile, barely an adult. Deep down, she’d missed so much, she just wished to be a child again. She needed to lay in the comforting arms of her parents. All the things she’d lost, she just wanted back. 

Father Lantom copied her, crossing his chest. His face had fallen, a worried crease above his brows. The shadow next to him shifted.

“I hope all that praying was worth it.” He watched her strut the hallway towards the door. “And I hope to God he listened to a word she said or else our boy’s gonna be in a lot of trouble.”

Sunlight fell on the face beside him. Soft features had all crumbled up in worry. She stared up at the father, the crucifix clutched tightly between her thin fingers.

“You think it’s her?” the woman asked.

“Hmm. I could tell the second she stepped in.“

“What should we do?”

“Nothing,” father Lantom stated. “If I learned one thing from listening to his confessions all those years, it’s that Matthew is his father’s son. He doesn’t give up, even when he should.“

“I wish he did,” she sighed. “Just once, I wish he’d stop.”

The metal doors fell shut with a loud bang. Eliza’s steps disappeared onto the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, swallowed by sun-hungry people and the summer air.

Father Lantom gave the nun a gentle smile. “Your son is resilient, Maggie. He never goes down without a fight, and he also never loses. Besides,” he looked over at the empty bench in the back, “I think Matthew finally found a match that doesn’t completely manipulate him.” 

Maggie kissed the cross in her hands. “I just hope you’re right,” she said. 

The last thing she wanted was to lose her son before she even got the chance to explain herself to him.

Matt could hear Eliza's heartbeat from miles away. He picked her up around the area of Clinton Church, but his abilities didn't quite place her in the confines of his favorite place in Hell's Kitchen, neither did he manage to pick up the father's signature voice serenading her and taking away some of the built-up anxiety. By the time he sought her out, she was on the run again, on the way to her apartment and then, sometime later, carefully making her way to the closest taxi cab.

She told the driver to stop two blocks from his apartment building. On her way, she made sure to take extra turns just in case someone was following her. He figured the action was intentional, just something she had gotten used to, and she wasn’t going to stop, especially not in times like these. 

Then, her scent filled his nostrils, followed by the steady thump, thump, thump of her heart. She came in and the world lit up. Her presence brought fresh air into the four walls he called home. Though there was something about the way she acted. Her voice dropped a few octaves, her steps dragging tiredly across the wooden floor. It made him worry. He wondered what happened. Even the last spark he had seen hours before had vanished completely, lost somewhere on the dirty streets outside. 

Foggy had poked around, asking him all kinds of questions about the night before after he quickly showed his face in the office. He asked about Eliza and if he could get her number to check on her, just to see if she had gotten home alright. Even Karen worried. Any normal person would be after the events that took place at the party. The worst part was that Matt had to make them believe that everything turned out alright. 

“I walked her home,” he lied. “She’s… what can be expected. Stark really got to her but I, uh, figured it out. She’s okay.”

“Man, that sucks,” Foggy pouted at him. “I thought he was the good guy.”

Karen only laughed sarcastically at his words. “Won’t make that mistake again, will you, Foggy?”

“No. No, I guess I won’t. I’m sorry. Tell her that.”

Matt wasn’t planning on it. 

“Don’t you have a front door?” Eliza asked from the staircase that lead from the rooftop to his apartment. “I mean, when you said ‘backdoor’, I imagined a ground-floor apartment, not this.” She gestured to the controversial entrance. 

“I thought it would be better if no one saw you coming,” he said. 

She hummed. No smart remark, not a single joke, nothing. The wood creaked underneath her boots. He tilted his head to listen closer. He analyzed the way she inhaled, slightly quivering with every second drag, and her voice was significantly more hoarse. 

She placed what he suspected to be a duffel bag on the leather couch. “I made sure no one was following me,” she stated, concerning his earlier words, no doubt. 

“Yeah, I heard.” He felt stupid just standing there, but he didn’t know what else to do. 

“So you’re stalking me now?” What was meant as a joke sounded way more serious. 

“What if I were?” he asked. 

“I’d be offended, but given the circumstances, I’d forgive you.” 

Matt chuckled. He moved over to the kitchen, his steps methodical, knowing exactly where he needed to go, yet his arms stretched further from his body in case something might end up in his path. 

“You want anything?” 

Eliza looked over at him. “Sorry, what?” she said. 

“You want anything?” he repeated his question patiently. He opened the fridge, his bicep straining against the white dress shirt that hung clad to his torso. He had long discarded the suit jacket and the sleeves were rolled up. “I’ve got beer, wine, and water. That’s about it. I, uh, don’t keep many groceries here. I have some leftovers from the Thai place around the corner. Oh, and there’s an apple. It’s all that’s left from the gift basket I got from our last client.”

She chuckled. The truth was, her heart hurt. Not just her head but her soul. The new environment made her feel exposed. At least at the church, she had found solace. Under Matt’s gaze which wasn’t even a gaze, to begin with, but an even closer observation of her behavior, she felt naked. She felt vulnerable. He saw right through her, still trying to cover it up to allow her some modesty, but goddamnit, she knew that he knew something wasn’t quite right. He could probably smell the holy water on her. He could smell the sweat of anxiety, the dried tears, and the blood from gnawing on her lip too much. She wanted to run, though she decided against it since he would’ve found her sooner or later anyway. She couldn’t hide from Daredevil, not anymore. 

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked. “You sound exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” Eliza intercepted. 

He fiddled with the fridge’s door handle. “Are you sure?”

“I’m fine, really,” she said. 

“Hm.” She was lying to him. 

Against her claims, he handed her a glass of tap water. His nod motioned for her to drink. A silent demand. She lowered her head. It worked. She took a small sip, keeping her eyes on him as he brushed past her, hand ghosting against her lower arm. He didn’t have to speak for her to know. 

Once again, she looked around the apartment. The sun was slowly coming down, darkening most of the apartment and if it hadn’t been for the gigantic billboard across the building, she would’ve been wandering in the dark. 

The billboard would’ve been quite a nuisance to a seeing person. There couldn’t be many people who would volunteer to take such an apartment for longer periods unless they were, like Matt, blind. He probably found the soft buzzing at night comforting. 

Eliza felt drawn to the different pictures flashing across the screen. She walked up to the window to take a peek outside. The glass was slightly milky in its natural state, slightly discolored too, but that’s what interested her in the first place. The architecture of the place fascinated her. It suited Matt, although it was nothing like what she had expected. 

She wiped at the window, removing some of the fog caused by the sudden change of temperature inside. Matt liked his apartment cold, she realized. The windows couldn’t keep up with the presence of two people without condensation starting to prickle at the edges. 

The billboard showed a commercial for an insurance company. Ridiculous, she thought. He probably didn’t even know about the kinds of pictures that flashed across his windows every night. Insurance companies, condoms, groceries, and from time to time, tv show announcements. Not that he would even care about the show that was put on in front of his apartment. It was new to her, all of this. He had a different perception of things. What she found annoying, he enjoyed. What he hated, she considered normal. She couldn’t see herself falling asleep to condom advertisements, but the colors were nice, so maybe it wasn’t all too bad even for a sighted person after all. 

Matt chuckled behind her. “Say it,” he said. 

“Say what?” she asked. 

“You think it’s annoying.”

“What?”

“The billboard.”

“Well, this place is a shithole.” She shrugged, “but I don’t know, I think it’s a nice shithole.”

His chuckle transcended into laughter. “Yeah,” he grinned into his glass, “Sounds about right.”

“Rent’s probably through the roof, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I got a discount because of the Billboard since no one else would take it, but it’s still a lot. Especially for someone who doesn’t even make money.”

“Expensive shithole then,” she said. 

He nodded. “Expensive shithole.”

The apartment's location was unfortunate, but the room itself wasn’t all that awful. Eliza stopped at the small wooden desk that stood in front of what appeared like a supply closet. Files were scattered around, a braille printer to one side and a laptop to the other. She traced her fingers over the rough wood, feeling the dots on the papers. She wished she could read Braille, but it seemed like a hard task to learn. 

“Thank you for inviting me over,” she said.

“Sure, yeah,” he said. “How was your, uh, meeting with Stark?”

Eliza stiffened.

“You know what, forget it.” He placed his hands on his hips. “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”

She didn’t wait. “I quit.” Her nails dug into the paper. “I tore up our family picture and then I left.”

“What?”

“I left. I just… left.”

“Well, that’s- are you alright?”

“He knows about us, Matt!” The words came in a single breath.

“What?” he asked. 

“Not about you, about Daredevil.” she had to clarify. “He knows we’ve been working together,” Eliza said. “He’s known ever since our second night together. The press caught wind of it. He said he was the only one between the news and Secretary Ross. If he found out-”

“You’d go to jail,” Matt stated. She nodded weakly.  “Fuck! How did they- what is Stark gonna do now? He has to have a plan, right? He won’t just tell everyone. That’s not like him. Tell me that’s not like him.” 

She couldn’t do that. She wasn’t sure if it was like him. In the past? Definitely not. After what she experienced in the past couple of days? Who knew? 

“He said if I walked out that door, he wouldn’t protect me anymore.”

“God…Tell me you didn’t just walk out. At least not without negotiating a deal first.”

“I walked out.”

“Damn it, Eliza!” 

“I don’t care!” her voice cracked. “I don’t care, okay? Ross can arrest me, I don’t fucking care! I realize that now. I don’t care, even if it lands me in jail. The Accords are stupid rules. Why should I have to live by them anymore?” she said. “The Avengers are toast anyway. It’s not like I’m hurting anyone who doesn’t deserve it. I’m not making entire cities float. I’m simply fighting a fight no one else wants to. If that means breaking the rules, so be it.”

He began to pace the room. “This can’t be happening…” One of his hands got tangled in the mess of brown locks on his head. 

“It’s not about him. It’s not about me. This is about doing the right thing. You taught me that!” 

Matt turned around. “Do you even realize how much danger you are in?!” It was the first time he yelled at her and he regretted it the second the sound had finished bouncing his way across the apartment, and it slapped her right across the face. 

Eliza swallowed hard. “I-” she blew air through her nose. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” he cooed softly. He took a few steps closer. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“No, don’t touch me!” She shied away. Her armor faltered. The leather of the couch welcomed her with open arms. Teardrops pearled off the fabric, leaving even darker spots where the liquid slipped from her skin. 

He wanted to punch himself. “I’m so sorry.” He slowly fell to one knee next to the armrest. “I didn’t mean it. I’m not angry at you,” he assured her, but his words meant nothing. She was scared. 

Once again, she backed away until her thigh hit her duffel bag and she had to stop in the middle of the couch so as not to throw her belongings on the ground. Her hand remained in the air, a silent warning. He didn’t move, he remained on the floor, even though his knees hurt from the wood and he could feel his stitches barely holding on for dear life. He didn’t care though. This was his fault. 

She lowered her head. “I didn’t sign up for this,” she whispered. “I didn’t sign up for any of this.”

“I know you didn’t. The reason I yelled-“ he sighed, “The reason I yelled was not that I’m angry at you. It’s not your fault. I just don’t want you to get arrested. They’d put you into special containment. They would lock you up for good,” he explained. “From what I’ve heard, enhanced individuals are considered flight risks to the government, so if you were to get arrested, they could easily use that to their advantage. I can’t let that happen.”

Eliza nodded quietly. 

“I was wrong to raise my voice. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” 

“Okay, I’m sorry. I- I just don’t want you to get arrested because of me,” he said. 

“But it wouldn’t be because of you.”

“No, it would be. You know why?”

“No ‘cause I’m not a lawyer,” she told him.

He hung his head, chuckling. “In the eyes of the law, Daredevil is a criminal. I read the Accords after we met. I wanted to know how far you’re allowed to go. You know they don’t just apply to you as a group?” 

She shrugged. Her fingers fiddled with the necklace around her neck. She had forgotten it was still there. A nervous tick he had picked up on when he first met her at the police station, out of his costume. 

“You know.” He nodded slowly. “I figured. You read them.”

“The first few pages,” she said. 

“Not all of it?”

“No, it bored me.”

He shook his head.

“What I read though, I remember. I remember every word.”

“Alright. Well, the Accords state that you’re not allowed to work on missions without the government’s consent,” he said. “You cannot take any cases that haven’t been checked out by either the Secretary or his committee, and when they say you have to pull out, you have to comply. You’re a dog on a leash. Or, the Avengers are. Since you signed them, you are legally obligated to follow the Accords. If you break them, you’re automatically breaking the law. You’ll become a felon, there will be court proceedings, and then, depending on the extent of the crime, you could go to jail.”

“You did your research, huh?”

“It’s not just a rule book,” he insisted. “The Accords are the law now.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Eliza snapped at him. 

“I know you do.”

“Then why are you trying to make me feel bad?”

“I’m not! I’m trying to tell you that the rules that apply to the Avengers as a group apply to you as well. You each have to follow the rules, even outside of working together. And you know why? Because you’re not the ordinary human population. The government doesn’t want you guys allowed to roam freely.”

“If I do anyway, I’ll go to jail. Yes, I’m aware. Hey,” she asked, “where are you going with this?”

“This whole thing is a ticking time bomb waiting to explode! These people can prove you’re working with me, that we were with Pfeiffer that night… They have the means to destroy you. Because of me, you’re in danger. That is where I’m going with this.”

“Oh, not this again.”

“You know, perhaps it’s better if we part ways. Spend some time apart until all of this has calmed down.”

“I made my choice!” Eliza cried. “This decision is entirely on me. My life, my rules. I take responsibility for what I did, and for what I’m about to do. This has nothing to do with you. You want to save this city? So do I.”

His breath came in hot, labored puffs of air. 

“It’s not just some personal agenda that drives me, I actually care about the people! Don’t make this about you, Matt, not right now.”

“I’m not making this about me!” he argued. “I’m just trying to take care of you. I can’t do that if you’re in the crosshairs.”

“I’ve been in the crosshairs from the beginning. I grew up with several targets on my back. Even the law has known me for as long as I can remember.”

“What if I can’t protect you anymore, what then?”

“Then I’ll die!”

“I don’t want you to die!” He was yelling without even raising his voice, something she had done the night of the party after she found out who he truly was. They weren’t so much different after all. 

Eliza wiped her cheeks. There weren’t any tears. She wasn’t crying, she doubted she had any tears left to shed, but she wanted to. The feeling burned in the back of her throat. 

“We’ve still got time,” she said. 

“Time? We’re running against time, Eliza! I may not be able to read the clock, but I know when a timer is running out.”

“I just have to be careful! We’re in this together now, Matt. We were the second you jumped into that Butcher shop to save my ass. Your desperate need to push me away just to protect me can’t control you. I’m not going anywhere. You gotta deal with that or else we’re gonna have a problem.”

“No, you’re gonna have a problem because you’re the one whose life is in danger and whose freedom is being jeopardized just by being with me. This- this isn’t a joke. This is your life you’re gambling with, you realize that, right?”

“I’m trying to tell you that I don’t want you to leave me!” she cried out. “Don’t you get that? I don’t want you to go.”

Matt’s eyes softened. “What?” he said. 

Her bottom lip tangled with her teeth in a desperate attempt to stop it from quivering. Like her entire body though, she kept shaking. It was deadly quiet when she spoke again, and her voice paid the price, “You’re all I have left.” 

He rose from the floor, situating himself on the couch next to her. She curled in on herself, too scared to even look at him. He reached his hand out. “Eliza-”

“You promised you’d be there for me,” she said. “That’s what I need you to do. To be there.”

“I’m not leaving,” he breathed. 

“Are you sure because you seemed pretty convinced just now?”

“No.” He reached for her. This time, she let him. He tugged at her arm, gently at first, though when she didn’t get the hint, he hooked his arm around hers and pulled her towards him. She fell into his open arms only hesitantly. “I just don’t want to watch you die, okay?” he admitted. “And I don’t want them to take you away.”

“Maybe you can take me away,” she muttered. Her hand began to claw at his chest, her lifeline. 

He chuckled breathlessly. “And where would I take you?”

“When this is all over, I mean. I heard Hawaii could be nice.”

“I’ve never been north of 116th street.”

“The more reason for us to change our identities and travel to Hawaii.”

“Sweetheart,” he said, “When this is all over, I will take you anywhere you want.”

They sat like this until the earth finished turning and the sun disappeared. Soft moonlight mixed with the ads crossing the billboard screen. His heart beat steady. She used the sound to come back to her body.

“The world feels so surreal,” she spoke into the comfortable silence. “Like I’m detached from its axis and I’m just spinning there like a broken record, lost alone in the vastness of space.”

She inhaled his cologne. Hints of sweat and rain, and sandalwood on his skin. He was so warm, a human blanket draped over her, almost like a shield from all the evil in this world. His grip tightened around her shoulders; she allowed herself to fall further into the embrace. She allowed herself to drown in his touch. 

“It’s like I’m bacteria floating around in an organism, but that bacteria doesn’t have a name yet. I’m just… there. No one knows who I am or what purpose I serve, but what’s for sure is that I’m meant to cause damage.”

“You’re not bacteria,” Matt told her.

“But what if I am? What if I’m the virus? This story seems to depend on my talent to destroy things. Everything’s just gotten worse because of me. Because I got involved.“

“They would’ve found another way to cause damage.”

“If I hadn’t gotten involved, this could’ve been solved without having people die for it,” she said and pushed away from him. His arm caged her, she needed to get out. Matt continued to keep his hands on her. He let her bring space between them, but as she tried to flee, he pulled her back gently so she was facing him. 

He didn’t need sight to see that she was burning red. The temperature of her skin mixed with the jitters told him enough to conclude.

“Hey,” he said, “you’re the one who broke this case wide open.”

“I don’t- what if that’s not true?” Eliza sniffled. “What if, in some twisted way, I’m the reason Hydra is doing this? You heard Pfeiffer, they’re trying to make more super soldiers, stronger than ever before,” she said. “They learned from Project Chaos, they saw what Strucker managed to achieve with the Maximoff twins. What if – just, what if – they’re doing this because we survived, and now they’re trying to combine the elements to make something far, far worse than what Wanda and I turned out to be.” 

“Yeah, but what if scenarios are just speculation? It’s not real, at least not until it’s proven. What we need to focus on are facts. Plain and simple. Facts are what make cases. That’s our start-of point. Asking yourself what if will only hurt you more. Believe me, I know.”

“What am I supposed to do then?” 

“Trust me,” he begged. “That’s all I ask of you.”

Eliza tasted the words on her tongue. She wiped the tears away, though the sticky feeling of dried salt on her cheeks remained heavy. She leaned down slowly, her forehead pressed against Matt’s chest. His hand went around her neck, holding her there. The other rubbed comfortingly up and down her back.

“What does that even mean?” the sound was muffled through the fabric. “I mean, what are we?“ she asked. 

Matt ran his thumb along her pulse point. “I’m just as confused as you are,” he admitted. He felt her pulse jump directly behind the skin. 

She hummed. “I wish we would’ve met before. You know, before everyone convinced us that life is war.” 

He pulled her closer. His chuckle blew through the tiny hairs standing off her scalp. “No one has proved us different,” he said. “Life is war, we were just taught to always fight on the front lines, no matter what happens. We were taught that being soldiers is the default for people like us. And now… now we can’t live without it.”

“We were just kids.”

“We didn’t know any better.”

“Yeah… we still don’t.”

“No,” he smiled, “we don’t.”

Somewhere in the distance, church bells rang out. Reality crept through the cracks in the floorboards and polluted them with its negative energy.

Eliza sat up again. This time, she reached for her duffel bag. “We gotta follow down that lead,” she stated, and so the mask went back on. 

The softness of Matt’s features was etched in seriousness. He began to peel the tie off around his throat. It was a fascinating transition. The caring man she knew as Matt Murdock turned within a matter of a few seconds and there he sat Daredevil. He didn’t have to put on the suit, his attitude spoke for itself. There was just something about him, something that enthralled her, even as he turned into a cold piece of stone. She knew there was a broken, gooey nucleus inside – the man he presented on the outside was just an act. He kept the real Matt Murdock under locks, tucked neatly away where no one could find him. 

Eliza should’ve felt honored to have him be so vulnerable around her. Yet, she believed there was still plenty to learn about him and this complicated piece of a soul he harbored inside.

“What do you have there?” he asked.

“My suit.” She opened the zipper. “Not the one Tony gave me. It’s my old SHIELD uniform. I asked to keep it before I joined the Avengers. Also,” - the cell phone fell into her hands -“I got a new phone. Tony used mine to track me.”

“So you just keep an arsenal of phones around you?”

“Yeah, why? You don’t?”

“I don’t think that’s something normal people do.”

“I’m not normal,” she stated plainly. “In this line of work, you better come prepared. I have a lot more where this comes from. I could fake my death and no one would know if I wanted to.” Eliza got up. She asked, “Where’s your bathroom?”

Matt pointed in the direction he memorized.

“Thanks.”

Her footsteps disappeared. The door fell shut. She turned the lock twice, making sure it was secure, only then did he hear the shuffling of clothes on the floor. He chose not to invade her privacy. Instead, he made his way into the bedroom. He took the suit draped over the sofa and changed into it with precision. The door stayed open, just in case Eliza came around. He didn’t care if she saw him undressed – hell, he was as open as one could be. Some part of him wanted her to, some perverted part he didn’t want to listen to. Not that he expected an attempt on her life in his apartment, considering no one knew she was there, but he could never be too careful. 

His stitches pulled hard. The leather didn’t do much to protect his wounds. He groaned, some sounded louder than he planned to. He was in so much pain, every inch of his body sore, and all he craved was a good night’s sleep. But he couldn’t think about that. There was no time to rest, he told himself. Not until the worst was over.

“You okay?” Eliza stood in the doorway.

Matt struggled with the belt. “Yeah, fine,” he said curtly. His shoulder burned - the one part that wasn’t injured was giving him the most trouble. 

“Need any help with that?”

He sighed in relief, nodding. She helped him get the rest of his body tucked into the suit. The leather sat securely around his waist and everywhere else where it needed to; he couldn’t have done it better.

She peaked up at him and he tried his best to reciprocate the action. Judging by her smile, he missed her eyes by miles once again. He chuckled. “Guess I’m getting old,” he said. 

“How so?” she questioned. 

“My back is killing me.”

“You are, indeed, an old man,” she swatted some dust off his shoulders, “but that’s okay.” 

He pinched her side. “Careful. This old man can still kick your ass.”

“Oh. Do I need to have the nursery home on the line?” She spread her thumb and middle finger to the sides, mimicking a phone. “Shall I tell them to book you a single or double room, grandpa?”

The baton flew in her direction. Right before it could hit her in the face, her hand shot up to catch the piece of metal. She switched between him and his weapon, not sure whether to be impressed or annoyed. 

“Fuck off!” he said. 

She smirked. “I’m getting you back for that.”

Though once the baton was back in the air, his arm was already extended to catch it mid-air, his height offering an opportunity he didn’t miss.

Eliza remembered their first meeting. The way he flipped the sticks of metal expertly, almost like what he was doing right there, in front of her, smug and knowing damn well what he was doing. “Show off,” she said. 

Like on the first day, he forced one of the batons into her hand. “Try not to kill anyone,” he retorted.

 She saw an opportunity too and she surely didn’t want to miss it. “No promises.” 

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[ekwolfwood]

...well this has been a week from hell. or a month. its just been.... a lot. sorry if none of this makes sense, it is very much 4am.

(tw: health talk, disability talk... and death/pet death)

-it started at yeti, which was overall fantastic and 10/10 cant wait for next year, but all the stress factors all compounded into me having what was, on my birthday, probably my first noticeable seizure in decades. im not fully convinced, but both my partner and my twin noticed something was very off/not like regular dissociating

(i was one of those lucky ones that "grew out" of my absence seizures by highschool-ish, but theres always been the chance of them coming back/if i was still having super mild ones (i still have hella motor tics, which are tangentially related), but recently.... something in me might have been trying to warn me (we were using our own disability stuff for our heralds au, and bringing it up a lot...). i wanna talk about the good yeti things, but it doesnt feel like that day happened at all?

-on an immediate side note, mild pain flares took up a lot of the following two weeks, but i also finally got a specialist appointment with a pseudo answer??? he was very nice, and confirms at least prooobably fibromyalgia? which yeah lol ive suspected for years, so its a nice first step/confirmation. im placing a new bet however on that hes dead wrong with saying theres nothing wrong with my connective tissue. there is. i know there is. the pain and need for a walking stick for my knees/balance says otherwise

now the other two... bigger things.

-...... got a call on canada day that my grandad died. its been.... rough. more worry (mostly about my dad, and just over change and scheduling). more stress. this is the first time ive cried over a family member dying. ever. i didnt care about the other set of grandparents, on my mums side (when my nana died there was an undercurrent of 'ding dong the bitch is dead...' she was a... mildly racist piece of work, to be nice about her). but i like my dads side of the family. im glad alex got to meet him once before he went. he was 96. its not a shock, its just... its just yeah. theres gonna be no funeral, and i dont know if im thankful for that or not.

-.....and then all the past few weeks, Loki, my partners cat, had been acting increasingly off. i had a gut feeling. he's had kidney issues/near renal failure twice before. i just... i knew it was gonna be soon, and i desperately wanted to be wrong, and let the little blighter have a good long life being a little sensory nightmare to me, but... something in me just fucking knew. and, of course, because of my grandad, the news happened when i was 3 hours away from home with responsibilities and couldnt just leave. she's here now tho, and we're going home tomorrow morning, and saying goodbye to him on thursday.

i... dont deal well with change. the processing, the not feeling grief properly (cognitive/affective empathy issues, which is wild because alex and i had a whole ass conversation about that before any of this happened???? again. weird. coincidences.), the uncertainty.

and the fact that no one can be ready for any of this.

but, if things come in threes, then that better be fucking it for a while okay.

because we'll be alright.

we'll make it through.

things just take time.

#on the plus side i got a lot done in trying to keep busy today (two whole patterns cut!) #(my back is.... unhappy with that) #housekeeping #we'll be alright tho #its just been a lot so hey why not actually write about it #its been a while and i always say i wanna use this place again haha #death #pet death