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agentofagony · 2 years

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I really want a doctor strange roleplayer who read the comics and ships strangefrost to be the Dr strange to my Loki so bad.

#Roleplay vent #Maybe also make a rp request?#👀👉👈#marvel comics #loki #Doctor strange #Strangefrost #Loki x doctor strange #Loki x strange #loki x stephen #Loki/stephen strange #Marvel 616

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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year

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Could you do the baby got back ask with the marvel men

This ass can be put to great use, and so can theirs 🤭🤭🤭

(plz include Steve, tony, Bucky, Thor… etc 🤭)

Anaconda

Marvel Men with a Reader with a big ass <3

• TONY "IRON MAN" STARK

No doubt slaps your ass, Maybe grabs it

Slapped it once with his little portable iron man hand thing and it bruised

Badly.

He kissed it better

He specifically has a chair for u and it has subtle divots of ur ass

He wants to make bowls from the shape of ur asscheek

Has slapped ur ass in while coming into a meeting room

No shame

• STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS

This boy is tall.

Like his pelvis meets with ur lower back.

He thinks ur the perfect size to come up behind cause his titties rest on your shoulders

Runs his hands on your waist and then Squeezes that shit

From how fuckin rough he is he demolishes ur ass

There will be bruises.

When ur laying down he kisses ur butt where he left bruises and apologizes

genuinely feels bad that he's insanely rough

• THOR ODINSON

He worships your ass

Has never seen anything like it

He has his hands all over it cause like.. it's not taboo to show affection in Asgard

He likes eating ur ass

"A gift from Venus no doubt"

Definitely carries u

"A man as well looking as you shouldn't be walking."

Thinks ur living, breathing, ethereal royalty

• LOKI LAUFEYSON

Won't deny how smitten he is about it

Is a starer and will gaslight his way into not being caught

Hand accidentally brushes it while walking beside you?

Definitely ruins him

He wants you to bounce your ass on him like no tommorow

You in a suit?

He fainted, literally.

Thor laughed at him for days.

• JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES

Will grab the waistband of your pants / underwear and jus-

sNAP THEM SHIT

Very touchy behind closed doors

Doesn't like showing PDA

Will deadass grovel to his knees and kiss it

If he's feeling like a BITCH he will bite it

No hesitation

If u pull his hair and tell him off about it he totally gets off on it

• DR. STEPHEN "DOCTOR "STRANGE

This man is a magician and previously a Neurosurgeon

Skilled with his hands

Literally up to no good,

Cannot bend over with him ANYWHERE near u

Even then u cannot trust him to not slip his hand thru a portal and f with u

Knows you love it

"It was the cloak"

The cloak proceeded to try and choke him out.

It was not happy

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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 1 year

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invye · 2 months

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I love when (fan)fiction does this thing when a non-magic character first hooks up with a magic character and they kinda expect all this weird kinky magic stuff to happen and they're equal amounts nervous and excited.

And then it just doesn't. Oh sure, there is magic in bed, actual magic, but its the most mundane and unsexy quality of life type of magic ever.

Examples, MCU edition:

Doctor Stephen Strange, world renowned surgeon turned world renowned sorcerer: uses just enough magic to steady his shaking hands so he can feel more confident about touching back.

Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme, highest ranking person in the entire magic society: summons any kind of required supplies with the same casual countenance as if it was a sleight of hand card production trick instead of actual magic.

Wanda Maximoff, fearsome Scarlett Witch, master of the most volitile Chaos Magic: uses telekinesis to pick up the pillow that fell to the floor during the initial shuffle to make herself more comfortable.

Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, shapeshifter, alive long enough to have tried everything the Nine Realms have to offer (and some things they don't): only uses his magic to clean up after. Because he's Royalty and cleaning is Beneath Him.

They all know the weird kinky magic stuff is something that has to be properly negotiated first. So non-magic character better be ready for next time---

#feel free to add your own fandoms & ships #i wanna know how this trope manifests in other places #non-magic/magic character #fanfic tropes #magic in bed #never strop dear writers #writing #ships i thought of writing this:#ironstrange #wongstrange #wandavision #lokius #but also all the x reader ships:#doctor strange x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #loki x reader

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colonelarr0w · 9 months

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Hey! May I request a Loki x reader, where you know in dsmom where amercia shows wanda her kids and they get scared of her? What if loki is corrupted by the darkhold cause he wants to go to the reality the reader is and amercia and him are fighting and amercia shows him the reader and the reader sees corrupted loki choking amercia and immediately calls out other loki and corrupted loki furious at amercia and calls out to the reader. Other loki tries to protect the reader, but corrupted loki yells at the reader that his her real husband and tells other loki to get away from her before throwing him across the room and reader throws pots or pans at corrupted loki and he tries to ask her to stop (nicely) before snapping and yelling at her to stop and the reader hides and begs loki to not hurt her and he tries to reassure her that he would never hurt her and that his not a monster but he realizes what his done and sees reader go over to other loki. So corrupted loki destroys the darkhold as well as himself. I hope this is acceptable 🙏 😌.

Hi there! I can't express how much I absolutely adore this idea. I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Also side note, you can all begin sending in requests for Loki and other Marvel characters, I'd be more than happy to start writing for them!

Better Than This

Pairing - Loki Laufeyson x ! Female ! Reader

Plot Description - He was going to do anything to get you back, even if it meant risking the fabric of your reality.

Warnings - mature themes, foul language, Loki is very aggressive, canon Marvel violence

Word Count - 2.0k

He had done so much…so much to get here.

“You pathetic child, thinking that you are above the power of a God,” he seethes, his teeth bared like a caged animal as he reaches for America, fingers locking around the girl’s throat as he drags her towards him, glaring down his nose at her.

With a shaky hand, America conjures a star, pushing her wrist forward so that it drifts over herself and Loki. The atmosphere around them changes, gone are the ancient pillars and ceremonial markings, as well as the disgusting beasts that Loki had controlled in an attempt to keep America and Strange from foiling his plans.

His grip falters as he begins to recognize where America had taken him. The decor, the furniture, everything about the small home felt familiar. Loki swallows the growing lump in his throat, eyes falling on a familiar figure as you appear at the second-floor landing of the stairs.

“(Y/N),” Loki mumbles out, already reaching a free hand out to you, hoping that you’ll run into his arms just as you had done all of those years ago. But instead, you seem to freeze, staring down at him with eyes that are glazed over with a fear that he had never seen before.

He releases his hold on America, turning his body to fully face the staircase in front of him. His eyes soften as he reaches a hand out to you, hoping that you’ll realize he isn’t there to hurt you, nor would he ever hurt you.

And yet, you retract away from him, eyes flicking from his hands to his eyes. Those weren’t Loki’s eyes, those were the eyes of a crazed man, a man who was willing to tear apart Earth and sea for a woman that wasn’t even his.

“Loki!” you call out, already making your way down the stairs, body pressed against the railing to keep as far away from him as possible. He feels helpless as he watches, lips parted slightly as you slink down the stairs, turning into the kitchen and into the arms of…

…himself.

His jaw clicks as he sets it in place, eyes narrowing now at this alternate version of himself. Why was he allowed to be happy here? Why not on his world? Why did he have to mourn your loss, while there was another version of him with you alive?

“Get away from her!” Loki yells out, taking a step forward and flicking his wrist to the side. You let out a yelp as your Loki is pulled from you, and flung across the entirety of the kitchen before tumbling to the ground.

“Stop this!” you yell, tears clinging to your lashes as you turn to face him. He can see the shake in your body, how you don’t dare to take a step closer to him. He can already feel his heart begin to shatter in his chest, this wasn’t how his reunion with you was supposed to go. He had hoped that you would rush to him, embrace him, tell him how much you’d missed him.

But instead, he was scaring you, he was making you fear him. You were shaking…all because of him. You weren’t supposed to fear him, no, you were supposed to love him.

“My love-” He pauses as you take a step back and away from him, your back pressed flat against the countertops. Your eyes continue to flick away from him, your focus on the version of him that belonged to this universe. Your Loki groans lightly, pushing himself onto his forearms and tilting his head to better look at you. You stare at him through teary eyes, hoping and praying that he would come to your aid before something detrimental were to occur.

Reaching behind you, you feel the cool metal of a pan’s handle. Without thinking twice, you grab it, twisting your arm and tossing the pan directly at Loki, watching as it connects with his chest. He stumbles for a moment, staring up at you through shocked eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by another pan hitting his chest.

“Stop that,” he says quietly, lifting his hands as you toss a pot at him this time. He takes a step forward, only to be met with another pan as you fling it at him. “Stop it.”

You reach for another pan, reeling your arm back in preparation to throw it when Loki snaps. His eyes burn with a rage you had never seen before, eyebrows furrowed to create a small wrinkle in his forehead. “Stop that!” he yells, his voice strong and laced with anger. You falter, dropping the pan to the ground with a clatter.

“Don’t hurt me, please,” you say, raising your hands in front of your chest in surrender. Loki can practically hear his heart shattering, his chest feels tight, and his legs sway as he takes a step back from you. He shakes his head, glancing down at his hands before his gaze returns to you.

“Hurt you? I’d never. Never,” he breathes out, shaking his head back and forth. He takes another step back, feeling the wind from the universe that he belonged to, its chill sending a shiver down his spine. He glances at America, who only watches with a knowing glint in her eyes.

His attention turns back to you, watching through teary eyes as your Loki rushes to you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. Your face presses into the crook of his neck, hugging his midsection tightly as you seek comfort in his arms.

Loki takes another step back, sinking to his knees as his gaze falls to the floor beneath him. His hands lay flat against the floor, palms pressing against the cool hardwood as his chest tightens again, bringing with it the familiar feeling of burning tears.

His eyes fall shut, the first tears slipping down his cheeks as the realization sinks in. You weren’t his, not anymore anyway. And though it hurts to realize, he knows that you were better off with an alternate version of him, one that would care for you and make sure that you were safe. You were better off without him, without the baggage and without the evil that rested in the depths of his chest.

Loki’s head snaps upward at the sound of footsteps, blinking past the tears in his eyes. Though he’s angry, he doesn’t shift as your Loki approaches him, staring down at him through sympathetic eyes. He reaches a hand out, placing it lightly atop Loki’s head and smiling reassuringly.

“Know that she is cared for,” your Loki says quietly, being sure that only Loki can hear the words that fall from his lips. Loki sighs shakily, nodding his head as your Loki retracts his hand, then crosses the short distance back to you, wrapping you in another comforting embrace.

Loki bows his head, feeling the tears fall from his eyes as America closes the star, bringing him back to the reality that he had hoped to escape from. His shoulders shake with the weight of his own guilt, face falling into his hands as his fingernails scrape roughly against his hair, no doubt leaving scratches.

The sight of your terrified face etches itself into the backs of his eyelids, how you had resorted to throwing things at him to ensure your own safety, how you sought comfort in the arms of a version of him who would never harm you. In every other universe he was meant to have you, he just happened to be dealt a bad hand in this one.

His eyes slowly open, stray tears still dripping down his cheeks as he pushes himself to stand, legs lightly shaking as he struggles to balance himself. He walks to the center of the ancient site, resting his hands against the stone markings and letting out a breath that he had no idea he had been holding.

“The Darkhold should not have this much power over me, therefore,” he pauses for a moment, turning his head just enough to catch America’s gaze. He holds it for a moment, sending her what he hopes is a reassuring smile before turning back to the stone markings. “I must destroy it, so nobody else wanders down this riddled path.”

Without a second thought tracing his mind, Loki hoists himself onto the center of the stone marking, inhaling deeply as he stares forward. His hands raised, palms glowing that familiar emerald green. He glances quickly again at America, nodding at her. She returns his nod, quietly turning herself away from him.

In a flash of blue, America is gone, and Loki is alone once again. He had grown used to the feeling though, as his loneliness followed him like a shadow, forever peeking over his shoulder as he completed even the most mundane of tasks.

It had been that way for years, ever since that day when he had found you. Ever since that day when he had wailed for you and mourned your loss. From that day forth, everything had been different:

“(Y/N)! Where are you? I’m right here!”

“Loki…?” The weakness in your voice drops Loki’s heart to the depths of his stomach. His running slows to a brisk walk as his eyes fall on you, lying flat on your back with your head tilted just enough that your gaze is fixed on him.

“Oh darling,” Loki’s voice cracks as he rushes to your side, kneeling beside you and adjusting your body, draping it halfway over his lap. His hand cradles the back of your head, eyes already burning with the familiar sensation of tears as he stares down at you.

“I tried…I tried to protect everyone,” you mumble, choking slightly as a thin trail of blood trickles down from the corner of your mouth. He flashes you a tight-lipped smile, swiping a thumb over your skin, not caring as your blood stains his finger.

“I know sweetheart, and you did a wonderful job,” Loki whispers to you, lips trembling as the first few tears make their way down his face. You blink as they fall against your cheek, eyes softening as you urge your lips to curl upward in what you hope is a reassuring smile.

“Don’t cry,” you say quietly, lifting a shaky hand to cradle the side of Loki’s face. He shudders as your skin touches his, trying his absolute hardest to not begin breaking down in front of you. He wanted to be strong for you, especially in your final moments.

“I love you,” your voice breaks the silence that had been hanging over the both of you, smiling again as you cough, now choking on your own blood. Loki stifles a cry, his arms tightening around you as he nods.

“I love you so much darling, more than you’ll ever know,” he wills himself to speak, feeling his heart crack as he notices how dim your eyes had become. The hand on his face drops to the floor with a painful thud, reminding Loki that he hadn’t been able to save you.

His eyes screw shut, his arms pull your face into his neck as he curls your body into his, hugging you tightly. His shoulders shake as he cries, and for a moment, the world goes utterly and completely silent.

“I’m sorry (Y/N),” Loki mumbles to nobody but himself, his hands still raised. He can feel the surrounding walls lift in tune with his arms; this was it.

All of the damage, all of the pain that he had caused, he was going to end all of it. Surely you would be waiting for him, with your eyes bright and with your lips pulled upward into that smile that shone through even on the bleakest of days. You would hold him, just as you had done all those years ago, and he would feel safe.

He can hear it now. He can hear the stone pillars begin to crumble and the temple begin to give out; this was it. It was all over now, he could be in peace with you, and that would be the end of it all.

“Loki?”

His head snaps upward, ears perked at the sound of that voice. That voice.

Loki blinks quickly, eyes fixed on a figure that had knelt in front of him, their head tilted slightly and their lips curled upward in a smile. That smile.

“(Y/N)?”

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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I’ve Got the Old Man’s Car!

I won’t lie, this was heavily inspired by this Y/N Marvel video. I couldn’t not.

Tony walked into the common room of the Avengers Compound with a perturbed expression. The rest of the team was scattered across the room in small groups of two or three, and the occasional lone wolf; Wanda was in the kitchen cooking dinner with Vision's help.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?" the billionaire asked.

“Nope, sorry,” Wanda called absently as she sprinkled spices into the large pot.

"I can't find Bucky, either,” Steve admitted from where he sat drawing on the couch directly facing the 60” flatscreen TV.

“I cannot find Loki, as well," Thor confessed over the rim of his mug of beer.

"I would look outside if I were you," Natasha advised, leaning against the top of the bar.

"Should I be worried?” Tony half-joked as he walked over to the bay windows over-looking the grounds.

“I have Stark’s keys!" Loki bellowed as he raced across the lawn towards the garage.

"I've got Steve’s wallet!" Bucky added as he vaulted over a row of shrubbery.

"And I know a shortcut to Red Robins!” Y/N whooped as they keyed open the doors and deftly caught the fob the Frost Giant tossed them.

“Is that ... my Mclaren?” Tony asked as the trio pulled out onto the drive with a squeal of tires and loud revving.

Everyone stared in amazement as the resident troublemakers drove off into the sunset.

Tony, Bruce, Clint, Thor, Steve, Nat, Wanda, Vision, Sam, even Doctor Strange; who was there to evaluate Y/N’s ablities in the first place.

“Yup, you two are definitely soul twins,”Nat chuckled.

Tony shot the Russian assassin a look, then began to laugh as well.

“Yeah. They’re something else, aren’t they?"

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pinkthick · 10 months

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Attention Marvel fanfictions writers!

There is a scam going around Tumblr and AO3. I checked my inbox recently on one of my fanfictions from a username I can’t click on (not sure if it’s a privacy feature or something) which didn’t seem trustworthy. I searched up the username both in AO3 and Google and it revealed nothing AT ALL.

Not to mention that the group name is very weird. The basically ask you to become one of their writers and to join their Discord group WHICH YOU SHOULDN’T.

They can get your private information based on solely that.

Wording may change from time to time, but it's all the same. It’s spam most of the time but it would be a good idea to delete the message.

The message read as follows (some details blanked out for safety etc.):

Be safe people!🫡

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www-zoloft-com · 1 year

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hi, yes, this is a psa to fanfic writers everywhere: can we PLEASE get some smut fics that don't include "pretty" panties or "sexy, skimpy" panties? like, i'm talking briefs, "granny panties", bikini cut, boy shorts, etc. bc not every situation calls for thongs and g-strings, what happened to regular shmegular ass undies, huh? like, why does reader wearing a big shirt and nothing else gotta be sexy? she can't just be wearing granny panties underneath? she can't just be comfortable? why can't these fictional men find reader sexy even when she's very much *not* in that moment? thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#loki x reader #stephen strange x reader #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock x reader #doctor strange x reader #daredevil x reader #rooster x reader

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whoppert · 1 month

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Sunna 9 (loki/reader) (stephen strange/reader)

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warnings: the after effects of mind violation; canon-typical violence.

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“You said you could handle Stephen,” I whisper at Wong as we descend into the undercroft. The two of us had fallen behind the god and Sorcerer Supreme, who are too busy pointedly ignoring each other to take notice of us.

“And you believed me?” Wong replies, clutching onto my arm as I wobble down the steps. “When have I ever been able to control him?”

Stephen had insisted on staying while Loki worked went into my mind, though I would have preferred if he had left us, since he had done little but argue with Asgardian, the methods and place and magic, he'd had a problem with all of it. It had been especially bad when Loki had mentioned the terms 'diagnostic' and 'exploratory', suggesting that there may be need for more than one session. I hadn't been able to bring myself to speak. It had gotten heated enough that Wong made the final call and they'd both shut up, glaring at each other. They agree on a method Loki explains something about the layers to the mind, but I'm mostly too nervous and ashamed to say anything.

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The curving stone stairs spiral downwards. The four of us had mostly trudged in silence, minus the whispering between Wong and I. Stephen is still brooding and still unable to look at me. My gut knotted uncomfortably every time the sorcerer came into my line of vision. I couldn't shake this sinking feeling that I had ruined our friendship as I knew it. Between the kiss and this betrayal...

Loki reaches the door to the undercroft first, throwing it open and disappearing. Stephen soon follows, and I pause, allowing Wong to enter before me. I'm just about to pass through the doorway when I hear a voice behind me.

“There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Turning on my heels, I found Loki a few steps behind me, illuminated by the golden light at the entrance on the stairwell. When I don’t move, he takes a cautious step down closer to me, empty hands outstretched in peace as though he wasn’t a weapon in his own right. “We already started the spell, remember?” His voice is more tender than I'd thought him capable of. “You’ve attached your psyche to the last memory before you went under,” and he gestures behind me to the door.

Following his direction, I glance at the door to the undercroft, and found it closed, though Wong certainly wouldn’t have shut it on me. My eyebrows furrow. Loki’s outfit had changed. He had arrived in Asgardian robes, a green cloak over dark leather and adorned in gold jewellery, but the Loki above me had ditched the finery in favor of jet black trousers and a matching belted overcoat that worked for the autumn winds outside.

Now that Loki had mentioned it I was getting a sense of déjà vu.

I believe him, recalling the rules that Stephen had outlined for me in the moments before I'd gone under: firstly, the only safe way to view a new memory is to go through a door; and secondly, though he had looked troubled at the concept, Stephen had expressly warned me not to leave Loki’s side.

“Let's get this over with.” I step off the bottom stair. “Where do we start?”

“We go through the door,” Loki replies, reaching past me to twist the knob, pushing it open. “After you.”

There was a dead body in the Sanctum’s Weird Hallway.

Despite what you might expect, Memory-Me doesn’t scream. It was just a body - confronting, for sure, but at that point, I'd been at the Sanctum for a couple of months, well, it's called the Weird Hallway for a reason. The hallway isn't there all the time, appearing as a new door off of the kitchen every now and again and to be perfectly truthful, in the desiccated state it was in, I didn't think a dead body posed much of a threat.

Walking half the length of the hall, Memory-Me approaches watchful, but calm. The eyes are open and visibly dry, the skin on his eyelids stretched thin. Completely and utterly dead.

And yet, an eyeball swivels to observe me.

That’s when I'd screamed.

The body pulls itself up.

My knees just give out, and I regain control of them just in time to stop me from completely collapsing, but instead Memory-Me is sent shoulder-first into the nearest wall.

“Hey,” Memory-Stephen must have heard me cry out. “Are you-? Oh. Shit.” As soon as Stephen and the corpse noticed each other, a new energy had been renewed in the rotted body and it leapt to its feet with surprising vigor.

This is the fifth memory we've had to watch and it hasn’t been any more helpful than the others.

“This is useless,” I shove my hands in my pockets.

Loki sighed, rolling his eyes, talking slowly like I'm a toddler. “Your memories are leading us where we need to go.”

“They’ve led us nowhere.”

“It’s a process,” he groans, sauntering up to the door that Stephen and the zombie had disappeared through, wrenching it open. “Do I challenge you in your areas of expertise?”

“Yes! You do. Consistently.” I stomped passed him into the next memory. “I’ve met you twice before and both times you challenged my comprehension like I was an idiot. I have fucking brain, you absolute jackass.”

“I never said you were an idiot! I only imply it.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to kill you-”

“I have to tell you something,” Memory-Wong stands in front of me, blocking access to Stephen’s office.

“Come on Wong, I’m in a rush, I need to get my book back. The museum is gonna kill me if they find out I snuck out a manuscript.”

“He can't be disturbed-”

Memory-Me huffs impatiently. I was sleep-deprived from cataloguing sanctum artefacts. “I don’t care what Stephen's doing in there! I don’t have time for this, I’m going to be late for my shift. Kellye told me not to be late again.”

“Even so, I need to-”

Wong hadn’t anticipated that I would actually push past him.

I'd burst through the door to find Stephen deep in meditation, legs crossed yogi-style, hands in his lap, eyes shut, and hovering three feet above the floor.

His eyes fly open, including the third, which promptly vanishes as Stephen falls on his ass on the floor, letting out a yelp of pain or surprise or both.

“What the actual fuck?"

Loki doesn’t bother to hold back his laugh as we observe the fifteenth memory.

I'd long grown tired of his constant conversation. Recalling the exercises Stephen had given me to practice strengthening my mind when I first started training with him, I decide to make a list of Loki’s qualities to see if I can recall them all later. Right at the top of my list, I imagine the word ‘aggravating' in big looping letters.

“Thought a prince would have been taught better manners than to laugh at other’s misfortune. Distasteful.” My arms fold across my chest. Irritating. Annoying.

“Of course! Forgive me my haughty attitude,” his voice is rich with sarcasm. Loki leans on the memory-table. I'm surprised it's solid. “Because Strange has never held back the opportunity to make a joke out of me. So composed. So gracious, your Sorcerer Supreme.”

I bite my tongue. He's not wrong. “Why do you two hate each other so much?”

“‘Hate’ is a strong word,” Loki’s mouth stretches into a wide smile, as he checks his manicure. “Highly accurate though. And little of your business.” Avoidant.

Behind us, the people in my memory are having an argument about magic and this takes my attention away from Loki. I watch as I pick a fight with my friends. To be fair to my passed self, my anger wasn’t directed at them, it was the result of a series of unfortunate incidents all in a row. At the time I was exhausted, late for work and in fear of the repercussions, and I had just discovered that I wasn’t alone, that others held magic too.

I have a rather explosive approach to emotions.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me- don't you think you should warn potential housemates that your a fucking witch?"

"Sorcerers," Stephen and Wong correct in unison.

"Both of you?!"

"Secrets, secrets," Loki muses.

“I moved in a week before that,” I say, more to myself than anything.

Loki perks up at the comment, his shoulders squaring, “how long had you known them?”

I shrug, “by now, almost a year, I think.”

“But how long before you moved in with them?”

“Two or three months, why?”

Loki is silent. I can't tell what he's thinking.

"What?" I ask.

Memory-Stephen performs a series of gestures, a crack in reality forming, the entrance to the Mirror Dimension. The three of us stepped through, vanishing.

Am I I just realizing now that I never called in sick to the museum that day? I can't believe Kellye didn't hand my ass to me on a platter.

Loki approached the crack to the Mirror Dimension, indicating for me to follow, but I hesitate. “Stephen said only to go through doors.”

“He also said to follow me,” Loki replies, disappearing through the crack, leaving me little choice but to follow.

Rather than entering the mirror dimension, we step straight into another new fresh memory.

Memory-Me writhed in bed, gasping for air. It was the night after Stephen had found me, after Loki had turned my brain into ham and pea soup.

“Hurry up, my dear,” says the voice from my dreams, echoing around the room. “You would not do well to have to join me in my clouded cage.”

My memory flings the sheet off of herself, launching out of bed with barely enough sense to put on some pajama shorts before rushing off to Stephen's room.

I freeze in place, blushing at my memory's lack of clothing. To his credit, Loki turns his gaze away from the sight, just a gentlemanly dip of his head.

The door shuts behind my fleeing figure.

With a wave of his hand, Loki causes the scene to start again.

“What are you doing?” He had not done this to any of the other memories.

The memory is paused in the beginning, capturing my face in a panicked expression.

“There is a magical presence in your dream,” Loki says. A wave of green washed outwards from him, illuminating the previously invisible purple energy. It is centered around Memory-Me, but the steady flow is crawling in from the open window.

“It looks like…” I hesitate. I'm scared to be wrong, but it looked like-

“Your magical signature.” Loki frowns. He looks bothered. “Any idea about why it’s coming to you from an external source?”

“I barely know my own name at this point, why would you think I'd have an answer to that." If the floor could swallow me up, I would have begged it to. I know nothing. About my magic, about magical in general, nothing more than the bits and pieces I had picked up from Stephen and Wong. How embarrassing it is to realize you are simple in the presence of a god. “You’ve been in my head, you probably know me better than I do. I don’t know anything about this stuff.”

There is a prolonged silence, in which Loki watches me and I make eye contact with anything but him.

“Well," he begins, "the following is a generalization, but magical signatures are like radio frequencies. My seidr comes from Asgard, and every one who channels seidr is on the same frequency, so to speak. Wong and Strange’s magic is derived from the energy of the multiverse, which is channeled through their gods. That's essentially its own frequency, as well. Your magic would have had its own unique signature.”

'Would have had'. Past-tense.

"We will learn more once we have located your power well."

"You don't think it's entirely lost?"

"No. I don't. My consciousness remains with this form," Loki gestures to himself, "but I can sense the presence of magic here."

Something released in my gut.

"Any idea where your powers come from?"

"I, uh, never knew, where, or… who was using the same frequency... I get the impression I searched out answers. I think it's what I was hoping to find out through academia, but I never found anything." I cringe at the statement. I wanted to be more definitive, tell Loki exactly how I had searched, but I couldn't offer anything other than vague inclinations. It's prior to my living memory. "Stephen searched everywhere, but nothing, ah, either."

I'm genuinely surprised that Loki doesn't use that as an opportunity to rag on Stephen, or boast of superior tracking skills.

"Can’t we just follow the magical signature back to its source? Like follow it out the window? Then we’d know who was talking to me in my dream.”

“In real life maybe, but in here, I’m afraid it’s not that simple - this is a vision of the past, a ghost of an event that has already happened and been imprinted as memory. We only have access to the parts that directly involved you, and from this slice of your life, I can't tell if you were drawing the magic to you while you slept, or if it was seeking you out. I wouldn't know where to begin."

I nod, it sounded like a stupid suggestion when I said it.

"Actually... I may have an idea." He straightens his lapels. "I cannot track your magic to the source from inside your mind, but if we treat it like an artifact that exists across memories... I might be able to connect each healthy memory of your magic to another. A thread that may lead us to your well of power." He doesn't wait for permission, Loki beginning to hum to himself.

It's a simple and rather beautiful as a form of magic and at times I swear I can hear two or even three notes as once. He is bathed in what I can only call black light.

"Are you ready?" Loki asks, his voice reverberating slightly. The light does not dissipate, instead it hovers around him, his eyes wholly black.

"I guess."

He looks otherworldly. This magic is different from his seidr. "Do you know what would happen if we tried to follow this flow of magic out the window?"

I shake my head.

"See, it's- oh- I'm not sure if you can see it from there- come here. That's it. Now, look over there, can you see-?"

Loki pushes me through the window. It doesn't break, warping against me until I phase all the way through with a pop.

I land on my ass with a yelp, but am lucky that I only fall two or three feet. The window was a door.

"Asshole," I mutter.

This scene is very similar to the last

Again, Memory-Me was in bed, but this time the dream didn’t seem to be quite as disturbing.

“Come now,” it's the same voice as in the previous dream, warm and slightly-accented. “You remember this, just practice.”

From the moment we entered this memory, Loki had drawn the magical signatures in the room to visibility. The purple that was coming in the window previously is still there, but it swirls with my own magical energy

Without warning, my memory's body flickers and disappears, Memory-Me's magical signature disappeared with me.

“Ages of Thunder,” Loki reeled back, surprised, looking back and forth between the memory and my real self. “That is a pretty unique incantation, sunna.”

I ignored the remark, my face scrunching up. “I don’t remember that dream. I learned an invisibility spell from a dream, but when I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything but the motions to perform the magic.”

“I am not sure I conveyed my surprise enough, I have never seen an invisibility spell that works like that,” for emphasis Loki restarts the scene, creating a repeating loop of my flickering form. “You see? You aren’t simply vanishing, you are disrupting your mass in some way.”

When my body vanishes, the comforter, which is draped over Memory-Me, drops entirely, like I had vanished completely. When my memory's body reappears, she is on top of the linen.

“So, it’s more than just turning invisible?” I wonder aloud, placing my hand on the arm of Memory-Me, and sure enough, when her body disappeared, my hand slipped onto the mattress like she had never been there. There wasn’t even an indent in the bed where my bodyweight should be.

Another memory begins to tugs at the edges of my brain, the thread Loki was working calling us, and in unison, Loki and I approach the door leading from my bedroom to the hallway.

We step into the Sanctum gym.

“That was good. The spell I mean. I didn’t realize the extent of it.”

Stephen looks nervous. I hadn't noticed when I lived this memory.

“What do you mean?”

“You were gone-”

“Uh-huh, that is what is usually meant when people say ‘invisibility spell’.”

“Ha-ha ,” Stephen rolls his eyes and begins packing up his sparring equipment, “but I, in all my infinite power, couldn't even feel you. Your presence. Your magic. Anything. It was like you popped out of existence.”

“When you perform this spell, what does it look like from your perspective?” Loki asked, turning to face me.

The memory restarts. Memory-Me vanishes again.

“I don’t know, like how does it feel, you mean?” I shrug. “It’s like looking at the world through a water bottle. I could still feel my body, like it wasn’t like I turned into gas or anything,” I nodded my head to the vision as Memory-Me shoves Memory-Stephen. “I could still interact with the world, but it took effort. I remember-” finding the words to describe the experience was a challenge, “I remember trying to talk with Stephen when I was invisible, but he couldn’t hear me? And his voice sounded so far away.”

Loki’s hand absentmindedly came up to rub his jawline. When he wasn’t parading around like a prized peacock, he was almost tolerable. Add that to the list - ‘almost tolerable.’ 'Relatively knowledgeable' when he'll share.

We walked without talking through several other memories, following the artifact thread along.

It's like glimpsing the most boring parts of your life. Memory-me eats, sleeps, reads, practiced magic and catalogued. Rinse and repeat.

The most confronting part is that, just as I feared, I don’t have any other friends, even anyone else I was close with. It seemed that as soon as I had met Stephen, as soon I found the Sanctum, either I just dropped any friends I had or I just plain didn't have any. No one checks on me, not friends, not coworkers. I move in with the sorcerers without saying goodbye to old neighbors... It's like I was a specter in my own life.

“I must have been so lonely,” I don't really mean for it to be said out loud, “but why don’t I remember feeling lonely, even in the beginning of my memories, when I had just met Stephen. I was living in New York for god-knows-how-long, and I had no one? So why didn’t I feel lonely? Or at least relieved that I finally made friends?”

Loki looks at me with a lifted brow. “Your whole life does seem to be rather Strange-oriented.”

I don’t know what to say to that. He's right.

“Are you in love with him?” There it was, that tenderness again. I am automatically distrusting of it.

“Why would you ask that?”

Loki smirks. “I’ve been in your mind, sweetness. I’ve felt what you’ve felt. You are drawn to him almost against rational thought.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I, Sunna?”

“Again with that stupid nickname. That’s not my name.”

“It means ‘sunshine’, I’ve given it to you in honor of your sunny disposition.”

"Don't."

"So, do you love him?"

My frustration at my situation solidifies, cast into a new form. My hands curl into fists at my side.

The black light surrounding Loki flickers out, and he looks down in bewilderment.

I'm not supposed to leave Loki, but in order to avoid hitting him and causing him to potentially leave me stranded in my own mind, I turn on my feet, walking back to the museum’s entrance and away from him.

My feet echo on the marble floors as I round the ticket booth and pushed the glass door, stepping through-

And halting immediately. No, no, no, no, no.

The night was dark, lit only by the pinpricks of hundreds of stars as the lazy wave of color begins to trace across the sky.

“Well, isn’t this romantic,” Loki mocks.

“I don’t want to be here,” I snap, turning to step back through the portal, through which I can see my bedroom.

But Loki slipped in between, stopping me from leaving. “You manifested it.”

“Let me leave.”

“Why, does something…?” Loki trailed off, his eyes locked on the scene behind me.

I'm frozen, only in the memory I can't feel the cold.

“Ah,” his gaze turned back to me, green eyes dancing with amusement. “Too embarrassed to watch your rejection, I see. I have to admit, you are braver than I thought, to kiss him and handle his rebuttal. Such a lack of explanation would have driven me mad.”

“Fuck off,” I said, attempting to shove him out of the way, but even with my entire bodyweight behind the action, he doesn't move at all.

“Well, this development has completely eviscerated my theory.” Instead of renouncing the scene, Loki strolls right up to the edge, pulling himself onto the rock Stephen and I had shared, and started the scene again with front row seats.

“Hey, cut that out!” but my outrage fell on deaf ears.

“See, I think that the circumstances in which you came under Strange’s care are suspicious enough, obviously, because of the whole diversion-mind-invasion situation, but now that I know he doesn’t feel for you the way you feel for him... Frankly I’m struggling to identify his motivations.”

The kiss. The rejection.

“What are you talking about?”

“The most straight forward answer is that Strange accepted you into his life, his home, because he is in love with you. That he could fall entirely in love with someone in two months goes against his suspicious nature, but that is the only reasoning I could come up with. The desire to help you, to protect you, to be around you constantly,” Loki's tone is torturous, he's trying to get under my skin. “But clearly, the man does not love you. I am at a loss.” Another list word - cruel.

He's just trying to get under my skin.

‘Can’t wait to see what kind of pedestal Strange stores you on.’ That’s what Loki had said the first day I'd met him, like he was already convinced Stephen loved me, even then. My gut twists.

I had thought we were close, but do I even really know Stephen? Clearly, I am not very good at reading him, because I thought we were having a moment under these stars, but why had I thought that? Historically Stephen kept me at arm’s length, he hadn’t exactly been forthcoming with himself. Was I delusional?

“You moved in with the man a few months after meeting him? Just joining him on missions and slotting into his life perfectly? Just like that?” Loki snapped his fingers in emphasis.

“I- I don’t know what that has to do with-”

“What about the rest of your life? What about everything else?”

“I still go to work, and- and I have hobbies! Like- like-” I scrambled, trying to name a single thing that I had done since meeting Stephen that would pass the Bechdel test. “It doesn’t matter! I don't have to explain anything to you.”

“Don’t you think that’s just awfully convenient? That Strange finds you one day, a poor lost magical kitten, and just absorbs you into his life without having to make any significant changes? But everything that was you beforehand is mysteriously lost?”

“He’s not a villain, Loki!”

“Of course not,” Loki smirked. “He’s just a man, who has managed to separate you from everyone you know and love, isolating you from your life before him, and now, with your memories lost, has managed to create a permanent form control over you.”

I look away for one second, but when I turn back, Loki is gone, and standing in his place is Stephen. “Is this what you want?”

“Stop it.” I could barely form the words.

“I love you, Sunna, I want the world for you, Sunna. You are my one true love, the star in the night that guides me,” Loki-Stephen crooned.

“I said stop,” I shoved the prince with everything I could muster, and to my surprise he actually staggers back a few steps.

His true form flickers for a second before he appears in front of me, a perfect copy of Stephen down to his scarred hands on my face. “Do you trust me?”

A thumb brushed my bottom lip. Stephen’s eyes held the same pain that I remembered and I gaped like a fish out of water, because this was too close to the real thing. Stephen is too close.

His face is leaning in, and I can’t help but move away like two magnets of the same polarity, his breath fanning across my nose until the last second when his brings his mouth to my ear, his breath warm. “Why do you trust me?”

My eyes are shut tight. I felt Stephen stepping around me, circling me, but not once putting an inch more space between our bodies. It's easy to believe that it's Stephen. He even smells like Stephen, lemons and earl grey.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you regret meeting me?” Stephen asks.

“Is this all a game to you?” I back away from him, desperate to be away from Loki’s appropriated warmth.

“Everything is a game to me. Do you ask a fish not to swim?” Loki's voice comes out of Stephen's mouth.

“What do you even want with me? Do you just want to torture me? I get it, Stephen doesn’t have feelings for me, I already knew that, I didn’t need you to tell me, I know. It was humiliating.”

Loki finally gives me an inch of personal space, a satisfied expression across his features.

Insecurity and embarrassment turned to rage and I slap him hard across the face, so hard that I'd slapped the Stephen off of him.

Loki reels. It looks as though it actually hurt.

For a moment everything pauses and I then I am flooded with pure terror. The ground cracks around him with the force of his seidr.

A step forward and I take a matching step back. Green crackles in the air between us. Another step forward.

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Hello, I’m alive!

Before we get to the fics, I’d just like to apologise for being extremely lazy and not doing anything with my tumblr account for the past two weeks.

Fabulous authors have been out here producing impeccable content, so I am going to correct my issue and give you all the amazing fics that you may have missed out on :)

Loki Laufeyson

What About the Plans We Made? by @wheredafandomat

Captain’s Orders by @lokisgoodgirl

Thirty Seconds by @muddyorbsblr

My Best Friend by @vbecker10 part 1 linked

Not What it Looks Like by @wheredafandomat

Swipe by @theaudacitytowrite part 1 linked

What He Doesn’t Know by @michelleleewise

Practice Makes Perfect by @simplyholl masterlist linked

Bonded by @michelleleewise

Sing Me To Sleep by @holdmytesseract

Choices by @mochie85

Cum Fly with Me by @wheredafandomat

Captain’s Orders: New Depths by @lokisgoodgirl

Restraint by @coldnique

The Selection by @lady-rose-moon masterlist linked

You Are My Queen by @vbecker10

Claw and Order by @michelleleewise

Something Real by @ladylovesloki masterlist linked

Relinquish the Crown: Obsessions & Fantasies by @muddyorbsblr

Hot & Bothered by @lokisgoodgirl

Hail, Commander by @lokisgoodgirl

The Chambermaid by @wheredafandomat

Little Joys by @lovelysizzlingbluebird

Small Talks by @lovelysizzlingbluebird

Big Misunderstandings by @lovelysizzlingbluebird

Her Romeo by @michelleleewise part 1 linked

Drugs of Love, Love of Drugs by @pics-and-fanfics masterlist linked

Hot & Bothered: Snack Shack by @lokisgoodgirl

Asgard, Land of... Aphrodisiacs? by @thomase1

I Need You Tonight by @wheredafandomat

A Helping Hand by @peachyjinx

Summoned by @muddyorbsblr part 1 linked

Magnus Martinsson

Hypotheticals & Distractions by @muddyorbsblr

Maintain Our Cover by @muddyorbsblr

Jonathan Pine

Paris by @muddyorbsblr

Duty of Care by @muddyorbsblr

James Conrad

Keep Me Safe by @muddyorbsblr

Will Ransome

Measurements by @muddyorbsblr

Confess Your Sins by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Tom Hiddleston

Birthday Boy by @simping-for-marvel

Doctor Stephen Strange

Only You by @make-me-imagine

Attention by @futureplayboibunnie

Sherlock Holmes

A Queen for a Mindpalace by @strangelockd

Stolen Love by @ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines

Sleepless Nights by @strrvnge

Bucky Barnes

In A Year’s Time by @mysecretlittlelibrary

Betting by @traitorjoelite

To Let You Win by @delaber

Blooming Rage by @tee-swizzle

Cupcake by @demonsandmischief

Daddy’s Home by @starshipsofstarlord

Baby Fever by @suitk0via

Six Days by @tmpestuous

One Step at a Time by @tmpestuous

Nothing Breaks like a Heart by @buckybabesonly

Protector by @buckybabesonly

My Girl by @girl-next-door-writes

Dumb Dumb by @nicestgirlonline

For You Always by @jobean12-blog

Make Me Forget by @povlvr

Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes

Dog Tags by @lovelybarnes

It Was Supposed to be a Confession Potion! by @buckylattes

False God by @notafunkiller

Metal Arms and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives part 1 linked

Keep Me Alive by @freyjhasdesiredreality

You’re a Masterpiece by @wndalovebot

You Had One Job by @buckyalpine

Secret Girlfriend by @jenwritesstories

Right a Wrong by @starks-hero part 1 linked

Where Dreams Go to Die by @insomniumstella masterlist linked

It’s Just a Kiss by @witchywithwhiskey

Wordpeddler by @heli0s-writes

Unconventional Methods by @marvelouslizzie part 1 linked

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Hi! I made a prompt list ! Feel free to use it, reblog it and request with your idea!

"I loved you since long ago, before we even met"

“Stop messing with my hair! I curled it this morning!”

“I love you, but sometimes I really want to throw you off a cliff.”

”I thought you were a princess or royalty.” "how did you know?"

"You're a literal goddess"

“If this isn’t meant to be, I don’t know what is.”

“It’s hard to explain, so I’m not gonna try to explain and you can figure it out for yourself.” “Fair.”

“Love isn’t something you can control.” “I know, so I’m leaving before it can.”

“Who are we to each other?” “You tell me.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” “Stay with me for long enough and you’ll be able to.

“How do I make you feel better?” “Go get me a cheesecake, coffee, and chips, that’ll make me feel better.” “Fine.”

“Bite me.” “I thought you’d never ask.”

“You are the most idiotic but adorable human on the planet.”

“Stay with me.” He hugged me tightly. “Please.”

“I promised…” He gasped for breath. “That I would protect you. And I intend to keep the damn promise.”

“I’ve never met someone like you.” “Because everyone in this world is different and there isn’t another face like mine? Duh?”

"Everyone I loved chose other women over me" "I choose you over myself."

“Let her go. Now.” His hand gripped tightly on his wrist. “Or else this isn’t going to end well for that little nose of yours.”

“Gosh, you’re so handsome.” I paused. “I think I just said that out loud, didn’t I?” He gave me a wide grin, “Yeah.”

“Listen to me, you’re both my queen and your parents’ princess.”

"I looked for you in every century I was in, before finally getting you".

“If we aren’t meant to be together, then I don’t even know anymore.”

“I’m not getting involved in this, you’re doing this yourself.”

“So? What’s so urgent that you had to call me out at one in the morning?” “I just wanted to see you again.” “Oh fuck you.”

“I will say I love you everyday to make sure that you remember you’re very much loved in this world.”

“You just never cease to amaze me, do you?”

"Loving you is a commitment for me itself".

"People say so" "they don't know me and my love for you."

"I forgot to even ask her name ".

"How can you look cute even while being mad?"

"You make me feel like I've never been in love before."

"Say it, blame me." "I forgive you, you're never to be blamed, we're fine".

"People says I'm odd" "you're incredible."

“Hey, I know it’s a mess, but it’s our beautiful mess. We’ll fix it together.”

“You’re all talk. Why don’t you show me what you really mean?”

“Don’t go. I don’t even know who I am without you.”

"you never asked me anything in return, you just showered love on me, and all I gave you was doubt, unfaithfulness and mistreatment."

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”

You've done everything for me, it's my time to be your knight ".

"I started loving you with the intention of never stopping."

"I know you, no other opinion can make think differently."

"I am not easy to deal with no?" "I don't like easy".

"I never thought I'd get someone who'll love me more than anyone else"

"don't push me away" "I'm here to pull you back".

"I don't want a lover if it's not you".

"I don't know who are you to me." "Perhaps someone you were looking for."

"do you know what love is?" "Yes" "what?" "For me it's you".

"you are violent! I like it".

"you are a pink rose, just needed a gardener to bloom at it's best."

"everything seems different and out of control." "Trust me, I'm still the same."

"the moon, it's just like you".

"will you stick with me even if I am not the person you knew anymore?" "You're always my person, and I'm always yours".

"I'm an open book." "But the genre is mystery, it's hard to solve it, buf I'm here for the adventure."

"I know you more than I know myself."

"you don't know how beautiful you are to me, since day one" "you found me when I was a mess." "Still, a beautiful mess".

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