#mr. laufeysons ward

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 24

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: friday! coworkers last day!

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You pass through the gate, cautious to close it without a noise. You trail past the hedges and around the side of the house. You enter through the back, as you did in those early days, only weeks ago, though it seems years.

You move slowly, leaving your shoes out of the way, disregarding the closet as you cling to the strap of your bag and venture warily onward. You pause before the kitchen door and peek around, finding it empty. You tiptoe on and climb the stairs one at a time, flinching at ever creak.

You reach the top and keep your eyes down. You go to the library and slip inside, like a ghost floating through your own existence. You set the bag by your feet and pull out the laptop to begin your day.

You don't think, not past the list of tasks. You boot the computer and wait for the screen to light up. You type in the pass code and open Excel. You lean your head in your hand, eyes glazing over as the glare sears your vision, stamping with endless columns and tiny numbers.

You feel yourself slumping, the strength whittling away by the second. Your eyes droop even as your ears prick at each noise. You shake your head, trying to ward off the needling fatigue. You yawn and sit up, rubbing your eyelids as you square your shoulders.

You let your head hang back and drop your arms into your lap. Your stomach wriggles as Mr. Laufeyson's looming presence creeps into your mind. He's here somewhere and surely, he already knows you are too. He's just waiting to pounce. 

Your fears furl into faded dreams. A fractured series of scenes, twisted reflections of reality rippling into each other until you dizzy. You can hear your own snores yet don't quite realise you're asleep.

You wake with a start as you feel yourself slipping. You barely catch yourself before you flop off the chair. You spasm and grip the arm rest as a shadow lurks behind your laptop screen. You gape up at Mr. Laufeyson as he watches you with arms folded.

"Hm," he tilts his head, "that shirt is... not very professional."

"Sir," you keep your face down as your cheek thrums, swollen and bruised, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't sleep very well."

"Oh yes, of course, I hadn't even mentioned you sleeping on the job," he growls and uncrosses his arms, bringing his hands down to the desk. He leans in so his head is just above the laptop. "Look at me."

"Mr. Laufeyson, I'm just sorting out the expenses--"

"Look at me," he commands more firmly.

You wince and rub your neck. An ache radiates in your shoulder, another remnant of your father's wrath. You slowly raise your chin as your lip twitches just slightly. His eyes narrow and his jaw ticks.

He's silent as he stares at you. Angry, you can tell. You pull your hands back and fold them against your chest.

"Please, Mr. Laufeyson, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. It won't happen again--"

"What happened to your clothes?" He slithers darkly.

"Nothing, I... I wasn't paying attention this morning--"

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not," you squeak unconvincingly.

His nostrils flare and he slaps his palm on the desk. You sit back, pressing yourself to the chair as you whimper.

"I underestimated that... scum," he spits out.

"I don't know--"

"Go on and lie again. What is it this time? You took a tumble?" He reaches out and you shy away, expecting him to put another swell in your cheek. Instead, he touches the thrumming skin, stroking it, "I didn't think..." he takes a breath and withdraws his hand, standing stiffly, "I believed him a coward, but not that sort."

"It's not--"

"Hush. You make your excuse for him, I will not swallow them," he flicks his fingers at you dismissively.

He rolls his shoulders and pivots on his heel. He paces across the patterned rug and stops, just before the sofa. He turns back, making another line across the space. He brings his finger up to tap his chin.

"Yes, very well, I see I do have somewhere to be," he states as he drops his hand, his lips curving at the corners. 

"Mr. Laufeyson," you stand.

"Never you mind," he tuts, "you have your work, I have mine." He cracks his knuckles.

"Are you--"

"Ah ah," he points at you tersely, "since when is my itinerary your concern? Mind the house, that is your job." He huffs and checks his watch as a pinch lines his forehead, "you may receive the expected parcel and leave it on my desk for now..." he lowers his hand and grumbles, "and you will stay here."

"Mr. Laufeyson," you murmur.

Before you can protest further, he's at the door. You're frozen in disbelief. Surely he can't mean what you think.

It doesn't matter to him, does it? You are his house manager, just another below him he can torment, he wouldn't do anything like that. Certainly, he won't harm your father, right?

You rush after him as your doubts bubble over. As he enters the hallway, you grab his elbow, not thinking, not hesitating for once in your life. "Please, Mr. Laufeyson, whatever you're thinking of--"

He faces you and rips his arm free, "don't."

"Please, it's-- I--" you sputter helplessly and wring your hands, "I deserved it."

He squares his chin and blinks. "Deserve... so it was him?"

"Mr. Laufeyson, it isn't... isn't your problem. He's my dad, I'll deal with him."

"As you have so far?" He scoffs, "pet, I mean to defend you. To do you a favour. Another. And now you overstep and try to command me?"

"No, no, I'm not... not commanding. I'm begging," you clutch your hands tighter, putting them up to plead, "don't make it worse."

He dips his head and closes his eyes. He pinches his nose and gives a nod, rubbing his lips together. He raises his head and opens his eyes again. He shrugs and lets a grin break through.

"It isn't your choice," he grabs your wrists, locking them together in his grasp as he drags you forward.

Your socks slip on the floorboards as he tugs you down the hallway. You struggle, writhing and sliding against his force. The same panic that struck you last night swirls again, thumping in your chest. He turns and swings you through the door of his bedroom. You stagger as he lets you go and the door swiftly snaps shut behind you.

You turn to face it and throw yourself against it, twisting the handle as you try to pull it open. He holds it shut from the other side and you hear the lock grind into place. You hit the door with your fists and cry out.

"Mr. Laufeyson!"

"I will return shortly, pet, never you worry," he assures, "don't miss me too much."

You slap the wood again and press your ear to it. You listen as he struts away, whistling until it fades to silence. You hear the front door below, shortly followed by the car engine rolling to life. You rush over to the window and look at as he steers up to the gate.

You can hear his knuckles cracking and see that sinister smirk. His intentions cannot be good.

✨

Your exhaustion slakes away to panic. You pace the room, bounce up and down on your feet, fidget incessantly, murmuring senselessly. You just can't be still. What is Mr. Laufeyson doing?

Your fears twist your imagination to terror. Is he going to hurt your father? He should just leave him alone. He's the one who got him so worked up. That last thought makes you stop short.

It's his fault. It's all his fault. He heard everything on the phone, he knew your dad has anger issues, he walked into your home and he ruined it all. 

Your lashes flutter as you sway. You feel like you've been struck all over again. Mr. Laufeyson has done this all to you! He gave you this job, he took you away from your dad, he invaded your home, he made you wear those clothes. 

And now, you're mad. You feel that hot streak inside of you unlike anything before. Vivid and venomous. You run to the door, throwing yourself against it as you beat with your fists. 

He's locked you up here so you can't stop him from doing anymore. You're sleeping in a hotel because of him. You're not eating or sleeping, you can feel yourself going insane. Because of him.

You're dizzy and breathless. You lean on the door and try to calm yourself. Your head hurts.

You slide down and turn to put your back against the door. You hang your head, bending your legs to rest your arms over them. You heave and close your eyes.

You're just as helpless as you've ever been.

✨

The footsteps bring you out of your daze. You raise your head, wobbly on your neck, and blink several times before you get your bearings. You listen to Mr. Laufeyson's entry, his slow advance below, and his steady ascension up the staircase.

Your heart hitches but you don't move. Even if you had the strength, you refuse. You will not budge.

He comes down the staircase, a hum in the air. You tense and grit your teeth, eyes hot again with tears. Not sad but angry.

"Ah, pet, you will be happy to hear that I don't believe your father will have another cruel world reserved for you," he sings the handle shifts slightly above your head and the lock clicks. "How shall we celebrate your emancipati--"

The door jolts and you push back against it. You plant your feet and grunt as you force it shut. He lets out a noise and shoves back. You do it again.

"Pet," he evens his tone, "what are you up to?"

"Leave me alone!" You snarl, surprised by your own venom.

"Pet, now, let me in--"

"I said go away!"

He scoffs and stops pushing. He lets out his breath loudly.

"This isn't mature behaviour."

"I don't care, I don't want to see you."

He's quiet again. You hear his soles scuff and he gently taps on the door.

"Pet, please, we should talk. I think it's imperative that we do--"

"No, I don't want to talk. I don't want to see you. I want you to leave me alone!"

"You are being a child--"

"You ruined everything," you bark, "you ruined my life! You're a bad man and I hate you!"

You go weak as the last words escape you without a thought. You collapse onto your bottom and catch your head in your hands. You devolve into thick, choking sobs. Here you are, bawling like the child he calls you. He must be amused.

"Are you tendering your resignation?" He asks crisply, "because I believe you haven't anywhere else to go, my dear."

"I know! Because of you. I have nowhere, because you!" You shoot back through heaving breaths.

"Or... you could have somewhere, because of me," he says measuredly. "Pet, all you have to do is open the door and talk to me."

You fall onto your side and curl up. You cover your head, whimpering as tears trickle down. You sniffle and hide under your arm. Just like you did when dad wouldn't stop yelling. 

The floorboards shift and he sighs again, "I can wait." He taps the door lightly once more and his footfalls retreat.

You tremble in a heap, nearly delirious with emotion. Through the chaos, you can see the truth. You don't have anywhere or anything without him.

✨

The world shifts under you, your body chafing across the floor as the door moves you. Not harshly but inch by inch. Mr. Laufeyson bends over you as you open your eyes, groggy and glazed over. His silhouette is fuzzy and distant as he slides his arms under you.

He lifts you and carries you to the bed. You groan as he lays you down, piling pillows behind you to prop you up. He sits with his legs over the side and pushes his head back. You come to, little by little, pushing through the fog.

You hug yourself and wiggle in place. He reaches to still you, his hand on your thigh. You wince and stare at his fingers. He draws his knee up and shifts to face you. He removes his touch as his eyes cling thoughtfully to the wall behind you.

"I see you've calmed down," he begins and lets his gaze fall on you, "so we will talk. I'm sure you're aware that matters are urgent."

"No..." you utter, "I'll... go."

You try to sit up and he nudges you back. You hit the pillows and do not try again. You don't have anything left in you.

"Where?" He challenges.

"I have a hotel room--"

"No," he shakes his head, "that won't do. What I'm offering, well, you can hardly deny it."

You drop your head and shrug.

"How many more nights can you afford? And without a job? I'm offering you both. Work, accommodation. I dare to say, I would offer you a home."

"No, you're my boss," you insist.

"Yes, I do expect you to shoulder some tasks," he assures, "but perhaps... we might remold this arrangement."

Your eyes stick blankly to your knees. You don't know what he wants or what he means. Just more. It's always more. Hasn't he taken enough?

"What more can you want from me?" You whisper.

He's quiet again. His fingers twiddle and he lifts his hand, touching your arm and slowly grasping it. He unwraps it from your torso and trails down to your hand, squeezing it.

"I made myself clear before," he pulls your hand closer, cradling it as he pets your knuckles, "but perhaps you still misunderstood me." He clasps your hand between both of his, "I want you. Entirely."

Your eyes flick up to meet his. Your mouth falls open as your heart tempos wildly. You still don't think you understand. Your search his face for the answer.

"I will grant you any wish. Clothes, jewellery, whatever you like. If you like to read, I will buy you books, if you like to draw, I will buy you paint. If you just want shiny things, I can get those too. All I ask is simple. For you. For your entire being. That you obey and serve my every need and you will have all you ever longed for. Things you never even dreamed of," he slips a hand away and lifts yours. He leans in and softly kisses your knuckles, "you say I am bad, but I needn't be.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #maid au #dirty work #mcu #marvel #avengers #thor

[imagine-loki]

Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 18

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit.

RATING: T

NOTES: This unexpected chapter shall probably come as a surprise to most of you. I have been super busy: applying to grad schools, getting into my preferred one, and beginning my studies. I can’t say that my updates shall be regularly posted from now on (which they never were any way), but here is something to dissipate the ongoing silence since I last posted… 7 months ago. Wow. I really am sorry for the delay, but thank you so much for sticking around. Enjoy! ♥︎

I began to take notice of a change in Loki shortly after my eighteenth birthday.

At first they were little things that I did not initially question, such as the way in which Loki would fall into a sort of trance while I was talking to him, his index finger brushing his upper lip in deep contemplation. Or how I would find him in the morning sleeping soundly at the desk in his study, his head resting on a plethora of mighty volumes: a clear sign that he had never retired to his room the previous night.

On one particular morning, I padded quietly over to him to gaze over his shoulder at the books he had been reading and found that all of them were filled with peculiar diagrams and archaic runes that were completely indiscernible to me. One diagram stood out to me though: it was that of a man being transfigured in some way. The illustrated figure on the page seemed to be in mid-transformation and the diagram was not unlike Michelangelo’s Vitruvian Man.

I then turned my head slightly to analyze another book placed next to it but instead came face-to-face with Loki. I gasped, and he answered with a soft, amused chuckle. “Well aren’t you a nosy little mouse.” He muttered in a raspy, just-awoken tone, as his hands quickly took my waist and settled me onto his lap. I gave out a squeak, which caused him to laugh even more. I calmed down as his arms wrapped tenderly about me, and he rested his head beside mine, inhaling deeply. The relaxing scent of his bergamot and sandalwood based cologne enveloped me in a warm cocoon. “You never pass up the opportunity of getting your head stuck in a book, hm?” He asked, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

My curiosity got the best of me as I posed a question for him. “What are those runes, Loki?” He paused, before closing the book that was directly before him: the one that I had questioned. “They belong to an ancient language. One that is only used by a civilization that is highly dissimilar to yours - I mean, ours.” He quickly corrected himself, and I knew that he had hoped this had gone unnoticed by me, but it did not. Was this society the one that he belonged to? The one that he had returned to on account of a threatening war? The one that he was keeping hidden from me?

Something was consuming his thoughts, and I intended to find out just what it was.

In the meantime, I was continuing my visits to the Blythe’s farm. Agnes and her parents were getting on splendidly, and on those days of my visits, I would assist them with the farm work while wearing my orphanage uniform and an apron. As I didn’t mind getting my hands dirty, even though Agnes continuously urged me that it was not proper for a ‘lady’ to get herself involved in such proceedings, I happily tended to whatever needed to be done. They also had assistance on most days from Benjamin, the hired farmhand - who Agnes had developed a deep affection for that had yet to be requited.

Loki, who seemed busier than he had ever been before, even persuaded me to accept the Blythe’s invitation to stay for supper on most nights. As it was summer and the days were much longer, it was still light outside when it was time for me to mount Arabella and return to Heathcote. Even though I took great pleasure in the simple comforts of Agnes’ home, as well as Mrs Blythe’s savoury meals, I was slightly saddened by the notion that Loki was attempting to push me away, and that he had more important matters to tend to.

As I didn’t want to be considered a nuisance in the eyes of my future husband, upon returning home I would convey Arabella to Dickon in the stables and then hurry up to my room, not bothering to take my bonnet and light cloak off until I was once inside. And then, I would wait. For any sort of call that would indicate that I was sought by Loki. That I was wanted. But nothing would come.

I refused to shed a tear, even when one evening I opened up the cherished book of poems that Loki had composed for me and traced my fingers over his fine handwriting. Even when I cradled the single carnation in the palm of my hand: the one flower that had been the first to bloom in our garden. I had cried too often ever since I had come to Heathcote and had, in countless instances, let down my guard. I had to be strong, and self-reliant, once again.

Upon safely storing the book away into one of my desk compartments, I noticed a peculiar movement of light out the window closest to me, as I had forgotten to draw close the curtains earlier that night. It had been a transitory flicker at first, but then I noticed it again out of the corner of my eye. It had shifted slightly more upwards this time but was still clearly observable from my viewpoint. I trained my eye to outside the window before finally detecting where it had come from. The tower in the far wing of the house. I had only been in this wing on that day that I assisted Elsie with her task of cleaning those neglected rooms, which had turned out to be just a cruel assignment from Loki, as no one had stepped foot inside them since then.

Mabel, who was seated on a tufted velvet pillow on a chair nearby, gave out a soft whine, and I reached out my hand to comfort her - not allowing my eyes to leave the appointed spot through the window.

There it was again. The silhouetted individual carrying the candlestick passed by another window at the uppermost part of the tower staircase, before the light finally escaped from my view and was seen no more. I closed the drapes with surrender, and unable to keep my eyes open for long, I found my feet and crawled inside my bed, drifting to sleep at once due to my exhaustion from all the farm work I had done earlier that day.

The following night and many nights after that, the light going up that winding staircase was seen time and time again, usually just before midnight. I decided to question Loki about it one morning at breakfast, which was usually the only time I saw him as Mrs Cunningham provided me with a packed lunch to bring with me to the farm and I never encountered him upon my return in the evenings.

He did not usually act indifferently to me, as you might think, reader, but was instead most doting and attentive. But on this morning, his demeanour had altered when I raised a question. “I wish to ask you something, sir.” “What troubles you, my darling?” He asked while buttering his toast. His green eyes steadily looked at me from across the table, which situated amongst the sumptuous array of breakfast foods was an exquisite crystal vase filled with white lilies from the garden. As I met his intense gaze I slightly tensed up, but immediately found this reaction to be foolish and stoically proceeded. “Is the tower in the wing opposite from mine currently in use?”

Before replying to my question he languidly took a bite of his toast and regarded the front page of the newspaper that was, as customary, positioned beside his plate. It was as though he had been expecting this question all this time, for he was not startled by it in the least. “Tower? What tower?” He replied, his eyes still on today’s headlines. “I believe you know exactly which tower I am referring to.” I folded my arms across my chest in frustration. He shook his head in opposition. “No, I do not, Victoria. The only tower I know of has been locked up for years.” With this he took a final bite of his toast, leaving the crust on the toile patterned dish before him. “Well, I best be going. I have got a lot of reading to do. Please give my warmest regards to Agnes and her family this morning.” He touched my shoulder as he walked past my chair and then departed for his study, which he would lock himself inside for most of the day unless he had a meeting with one of his tenants.

We no longer kissed, nor did we embrace. He only acknowledged me with platonic gestures, and these signs of fatherlike affection, if you were to even classify them as such, led me to believe that nothing had transpired to alter our relationship. It made me feel that I was still just his ward.

¨¨¨°º0º°¨¨¨

Time passed, as it always does. I slipped into a state of deep melancholy, yet nobody suspected any change in my feelings, for I had become an expert at disgusting them. I acted before others as though a veil of happiness was permanently shrouded over me.

But it was not easy for me to remain nonplussed when Loki was before me. Because when I was with him, all of those happy moments came back to me. They were replayed in my mind as though I was watching them through the stereographic viewer we once looked at together: when one memory disappeared from view, it wasn’t long until another one was set into place.

On a hot morning in early July, I was picking strawberries in the far corner of the Blythe’s property. They had been planted earlier in the year by a farmer at an adjacent farm, who had been paid by Loki to maintain the fields until a new tenant could be found. Agnes was tending to a nearby row, while her parents had started at the opposite corner.

Agnes was not foolish. She could always see right through me and knew that something had changed just about a week after my birthday.

“Any signs of improvement?” She asked me, as she plucked a ripe strawberry off of a nearby vine and placed it into her basket. I shook my head as I also continued to add more of the fruit to my growing batch. “No, there have been none.” A strong gust of wind then came that practically blew my straw hat off of my head, but I quickly caught it and tugged it firmly back down. She sighed dramatically. “What is wrong with men? One minute they shower you with fancy gifts and an adorable puppy, and the next they decide to ignore you completely!” She articulated this in a fiery whisper so her parents couldn’t overhear the content of our conversation, but then she showed remorse by kneeling beside me and taking both of my hands in hers. “I’m sorry, Vic… but the wedding is a little less than two months away, which leaves plenty of time for things to fall back into place.” “Yes, perhaps you are right. Thank you.” I gently squeezed her hands to show my gratitude for her words before returning to my work. I didn’t wish to dwell on the matter for too long. To lighten up the conversation, I returned to a subject that was sure to make Agnes blush. “So how is it going with Benj-” “SHHH,” She hushed at once. “He’s just over there!”

She was right. I had initially thought that he was not working today, for I hadn’t seen him earlier. But he was tending to the farm animals, in his fresh, unsoiled clothes, as if was still early in the morning, and wearing his trusted bowler cap. His golden hair stood out against the black matted felt of his hat and his blue eyes attentively regarded each of the chickens that were situated in the pen before him. “He’ll come around soon,” I remarked, after which we fell into a fit of laughter that only ceased when he looked over at us a gave us a friendly wave, in which he then smiled tenderly at Agnes in particular. She smiled back sweetly before returning to her strawberries. “Perhaps you might even be wed before me!” I added in a whisper. A small mound of dirt was inconspicuously flicked onto my skirt in response.

After our day’s work, and a tasty supper, I shared my gratitude for the Agnes and her family’s hospitality. Before going to collect Arabella in the stable, they presented me with a wrapped bundle of strawberries to take back home with me, which I securely placed in my small carpet bag that attached to Arabella’s saddle. Arabella was well taken care of by Mr Blythe and Benjamin throughout the day and received many carrots and bales of hay to feed on. Benjamin had just briefly groomed and saddled her moments before I was set to head out. She always whinnied when I approached. “Hey there Arabella, ready to go home?” Another neigh from her prompted me to lead her outside before I mounted and urged Arabella forward in a canter. Going down the dirt path, I then turned right towards the road that led me back towards Heathcote.

Night had yet to descend, but the skies had turned overcast: a clear sign of an oncoming storm. The powerful moorland winds rushed past my face, disheveling my pinned up hair and singing a harsh cacophony into my ears. And then there was a distinct call from my right.

“Miss! Miss! Please help!” I immediately pulled on the reigns, bringing Arabella to a sharp halt. After looking briefly around, I detected a figure lying down amongst a nearby plot of heather, which was now in full bloom. From my viewpoint, I could see that it was a heavy set man settled hopelessly on the ground, a few feet away from the road. He let out a cry of agony before he continued to speak, his voice was in a thick Yorkshire dialect. “Miss, I’m injured! Please help me to the village. My horse ran off after I fell.”

I quickly got down from Arabella while commanding her to stay in her place. I hastily went over to where the man was lying and inquired about what had happened. “My horse got startled when he spotted an adder on the road and I have twisted my ankle.” I got down on my knees to examine his injury, but then things became all a blur.

The man took me by my shoulders and threw me backwards. He then swiftly took his small pistol out of his pocket and shot a round into the sky to frighten Arabella. She ran off pell-mell down the road, leaving me deserted and without any means of returning home. But my thoughts were only momentarily positioned on this, for something else was happening. An excessive force was pushing me down onto the grouse, as a hand was fumbling to pull up my skirts. “Mhm, it looks like my days of planning for this moment shall finally pay off. It became like clockwork eventually. You have always been quite punctual.”

I screamed as loud as I could and began to squirm excessively underneath him as I finally knew what his true intent was. But my scream could only be heard for a second, as a large, sweaty palm was clamped over my mouth. With a sharp tilt of my head, I evaded his hand just enough to allow me to bite down forcefully on his index finger. He yelped as he shook his hand in pain and from my position I could see that I had drawn blood. However, he did not withdraw his body weight from on top of me. “You little bitch!” He shouted bitterly. He then fumbled for the pistol in his pocket and aimed it towards me. “Don’t make me use this on you!” He warned.

I immediately froze and shut my eyes closed in fright, cowering my head down towards my chest. “Loki…” I desperately whispered to myself, but the man had overheard me. He laughed maliciously at my pitiful call for help. “He can’t help you out here, sweetie. No one can.”

A husky, menacing voice answered with a growl. “You’re wrong, Lawrence.”

#Loki #Lover #Angst #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #submission #chapter 18 #goddessofmischief #mr. laufeysons ward

[hitchell-mope]

MCU once upon a time au...

Loki is rumple (immortal trickster who cheats death repeatedly). Dark one form is his jotun guise

Ward is Regina (abuse victim pissed at the world and wants to make it to pay)

Phil and Melinda are snowing (parental figure paragons)

Peter fulfills the Henry role (wide eyed idealist who has to get the cynic to believe)

Daisy is Emma (cynical orphan who saves everyone)

Robbie is Killian

Bruce is ruby (the whole hulk thing can equal lycanthropy)

Tony is Jefferson

Nick Fury is granny (no one badass enough)

Which basically sets off another au where this cinnamon roll

Was raised by this asshat

And it also means Lincoln is Loki’s son.

#once upon a time #marvel cinematic universe #agents of shield #quakerider #captain swan #philinda #snowing ouat #anti skyeward #anti swan queen #loki laufeyson #grant ward #daisy johnson #phil coulson #melinda may #peter parker mcu #robbie reyes #bruce banner #tony stark #nick fury #mr gold #regina mills #david nolan #mary margaret blanchard #henry mills #emma swan #killian jones #ruby lucas #jefferson mad hatter

[goddessofmischief-blog1]

Chapter 17 has just been submitted!

Feel proud of myself for actually being able to finish writing & editing it today

#mr. laufeyson's ward

[80s4life]

Character/Movie List

Below is movies and TV shows I like personally and are lsited as a reference. If you don't see something you're interested in, it is not that I don't like it, it is because I most likely forgot it because I love so many movies/shows tbh. Just ask, and I'll answer! And, from the Rules and Regulations page, what I had meant by "mostly" is that I can dabble outside of the acting world and into actors/actresses themselves and/or singers, popstars, etc.

{Another side-note, I am not so much into shows, but mostly movies! Although, there are some exceptions that I love beyond belief!}

MOVIES

Back to the Future Series:

Biff Tannen

Griff Tannen (Maybe, he wasn't the best of the Tannen's imo)

Buford Tannen

Marty McFly

George McFly

Doc Brown

Lorraine Baines

Match

Titanic:

Rose DeWitt Bukater

Jack Dawson

Caledon Hockley

Brock Lovett

Rabrizio De Rossi

Thomas "Tommy" Ryan

Karate Kid Series {1/2/3}:

1-

John Kreese

Mr. Miyagi

Johnny Lawrence

Daniel LaRusso

Tommy

Dutch

Bobby Brown (not so much; don't know him too well)

Ali Mills

Lucille LaRusso

2-

Chozen

Kumiko

3-

Terry Silver (duh lmao)

Mike Barnes (also duh)

Jessica Andrews

Stand By Me:

Vern Tessio

Billy Tessio

Gordie LaChance

Chris Chambers

Eyeball Chambers

Ace Merrill

Teddy Duchamp

Goonies:

Brand

Mikey

Chunk

Mouth

Data

Andy

Stef

Jake Fratelli (he was kinda hot ngl)

Ferris Bueller's Day Off:

Ferris Bueller

Jeanie Bueller

Cameron Frye

Sloane Peterson

License to Drive:

Les Anderson

Dean

Mercedes Lane

Charles

Toy Soldiers:

Billy Tepper

Joey Trotta

Snuffy Bradberry

Ricardo Montoya

Hank Giles

Derek/Yogurt

Scream Movie Series {1/2}:

1-

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Dwight "Dewey" Riley

Ghostface

Randy Meeks

Tatum Riley

Sidney Prescott

Gale Weathers

2-

Cotton Weary

Derek Feldman

Mickey

Predator:

Dutch

Blain

Yautja

Escape Plan:

Emil Rottmayer/ "Victor Maheim"

Ray Breslin/ "Anthony Portos"

The Expendables:

Barney Ross

Lee Christmas

Toll Road

Tool

Gunnar Jensen

Bao Thao/ "Yin Yang"

Hale Caesar

Trench

Church

Divergent Movie Series {1/2/3}:

Divergent-

Beatrice "Tris" Prior

Caleb Prior

Peter

Tobias "Four" Eaton

Christina "Chris"

Eric Coulter

Will

Insurgent-

Marcus Eaton

Allegiant-

Matthew

Terminator Series:

T-100/"Uncle Bob"/Terminator

T-1000 "Austin"

John Connor

Sarah Connor

Grace

Dani Ramos

Dazed and Confused:

David Wooderson

Fred O'Bannion

Randall "Pink" Floyd

Ron Slater

Don Dawson

Mitch Kramer

Benny O'Donnell

Rocky Series:

Rocky Balboa

Apollo Creed

Captain Ivan Drago

Zombieland {1/2}:

Tallahassee

Columbus

Berkeley

Witchita

Little Rock

Madison

Lethal Weapon Movie Series {1/2/3/4}:

Martin Riggs

Roger Myrtaugh

Rianne Murtaugh

Leo Getz

Goodfellas:

Henry Hill

Jimmy Conway

Tommy DeVito

Karen Hill

Marvel:

Avengers Heroes-

Iron Man/Tony Stark

Thor

Ant-Man/Scott Lang

Hulk/Bruce Banner

Captain America/Steve Rogers

Hawkeye/ Clint Barton

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

Black Panther/T'Challa

Vision/Victor Shade

Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

Mantis

Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Avengers Anti-Heroes/Antagonists:

Yondu Udonta

Loki Laufeyson

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

Whiplash

Thanos

Mysterio

Kaecilius

Ronan

Hela

Ultron

Wolverine/Deadpool:

Wolverine/Logan Howlett

Sabretooth/Victor Creed

Bolt/Chris Bradley

Gambit/Remy LeBeau

Cyclops/Scott Summers

(Younger!)Professor X

Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Cable/Nathan Summers

Colossus/Piotr "Peter" Nikolayevich Rasputin

Dopinger

Weasel

Negasonic Teenage Warhead/Ellie Phimister

DC Universe:

Superman/Clark Kent (Henry Cavill)

Batman/Bruce Wayne (Affleck, Bale versions)

Aquaman/Arthur Curry

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

Harley Quinn

Joker (Leto, Ledger, Phoenix versions)

Deadshot

Captain Boomerang

Enchantress

Rick Flagg

Bane (Tom Hardy)

TV Shows

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Will Byers

Joyce Byers

Johnathan Byers

Maxine "Max" Hargrove

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Robin Buckley

Jim Hopper

Steve Harrington

Sex Education:

Erric Effiong

Aimee Gibbs

Adam Groff

Ola Nyman

Rahim

Otis Milburn

Maeve Wiley

Hannibal (Show):

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Dr. Alana Bloom

Jack Crawford

Abigail Hobbs

Orange Is the New Black (OITNB):

Piper Chapman

Nicky Nichols

Suzanne "Crazy Eyes" Warren

Galina "Red" Reznikov

Tasha "Taystee" Jefferson

Dayanara "Daya" Diaz

Gloria Mendoza

Lorna Morello

Tiffany "Pennsatucky" Doggett

Alex Vause

Joel Luschek

Big Boo

Maritza Ramos

Poussey Washington

Yoga Jones

Gina Murphy

Brook Soso

Sophia Burst

George "Pornstache" Mendez

Larry Bloom

Polly Harper

Stella Carlin

The Boys:

Billy Butcher

Starlight/Annie January

Hughie Campbell

Homelander

Kimiko Miyashiro

Queen Maeve/Maggie Shaw

Mother's Milk "M.M."

The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

Frenchie

Stormfront

Becca Butcher

The Walking Dead (TWD):

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Lori Grimes

Maggie Greene

Beth Greene

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Michonne Hawthorne

Carol Peletier

Shane Walsh

Paul "Jesus" Monroe

Eugene Porter

Sgt. Abraham Ford

Outer Banks (OBX):

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Ward Cameron

JJ

John B

Topper

Pope

Kiara

Shameless:

Frank Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Debbie Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Svetlana

Jimmy "Steve" Lishman

Karen Jackson

Cobra Kai

Miguel Diaz

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Robby Keene

Demetri

Carmen Diaz

John Kreese (baby version & old version)

Terry Silver (baby version & old version)

Tory Nichols

Samantha "Sam" LaRusso

...AND MANY MORE!

If there is something or someone you like not on this list, feel free to ask or direct message me! For movies like the DC Universe and Marvel, if there is multiple actors of that character and you want a certain one, please make sure that you add that detail!

Rules & Regulations

Masterlist

[justasecretwriter]

Peter Parker Masterlist

*scroll to the bottom of the page to see stories*

PETER PARKER

Real Name: Peter Benjamin Parker

Alias(es): Spider-Man

Kid

Guy Who Crawls Up the Walls

Spiderling

Crime-Fighting-Spider

Spider-Boy

Underoos

Der Erstaunliche Klebrige Junge

Sticky Boy

Tough Guy

Penis Parker

Losers (with Ned Leeds)

Amazing Man-Spider

Boss

Spider-Guy on YouTube

Punk

Queens' Own Colorful Local Crime-Stopper

Crockett

Thor, Son of Odin

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man

Little Bastard in Red Tights

Man Spider

The Masked Hero

Spider-Guy

Freddie

Pete

Pedro

The Newest Official Member of the Avengers

The Kid

Young Buck

Little Spider Friend

Iron Spider

Backup

Stowaway

Ward

Clown

Little Freak

Insect

Queens

The Next Tony Stark

The Next Iron Man

Dorks (with Ned Leeds)

Dickwad

Hormonal Teenager

Scared Little Kid in a Sweatsuit

Little Boy

Evil Psychopath

Criminal

Miscreant

Masked Marauder

Menace

Webbed Menace

Big Zero

Masked Villain

New York's Most Dangerous Vigilante

Snot-Nosed Teenager

False Hero

Full-Blown Murderer

Teenage Psychopath

Bug

Webhead

Favorite Young Adult

Spidey

Spider-Lord

Public Enemy #1

Devil in Disguise

Species: Human

Citizenship: American

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: August 10, 2001

Date of Death: Spring 2018 (victim of the Snap; resurrected by Hulk in 2023)

Title(s): None.

Affiliation: Midtown School of Science and Technology

Stark Industries (Intern; Formerly)

Avengers (Formerly)

Status: Alive

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STORIES/SERIES

The Intern - Puzzle

Bucky Barnes x Peter Parker

Part One is SFW, Part Two is 18+ NSFW (cursing, drinking, drugs, sex, humilation, size kink)

Puzzle is part two.

Mr. Stark is Going to Kill Us

Loki Laufeyson x Peter Parker

18+ NSFW (sex, blowjobs, slight dom/sub themes)

One-Shot

#just a secret writer #peter parker #masterlist #peter parker masterlist

[kchuarts]

Instinct

A/N: *rubs my filthy hands together* This is a VERY self indulgent fic of mine with one of my various kinks... Also takes place during a weird timeline in IW and Loki has been informally accepted as an Avenger. 

Summary: Astrid KNOWS that now is not the time to bring up the idea of having a child. She also knows how Loki feels about it; he does not want children. With everything going on in the world, why was she even thinking about this?

Thanos is still looming over the Avengers at an uncomfortably close distance, and strange creatures have began to invade earth. Unfortunately, these creatures happen to be from Jotunheim...

Warnings: 🔞🔞🔞 VERY SPICY SMUT, breeding, dubious consent, impregnation, etc...🔞🔞🔞 DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!!!🔞🔞🔞

The very first time Astrid had ever brought up the idea of having children in the future with Loki, was also the last time. In fact, the prince seemed rather upset that she would even bring up such a topic. He had given her a very firm “No.” but never gave any clear validation why he was so against the suggestion. Astrid decided it would be wise not to bring it up again despite her desire to give him a family. His cool opinion of her devotion made her heart ache. She thought that maybe he would be at least open to the idea, but his habit of closing off had won that argument. 

It wasn’t that Loki did not want children, it was more of his inner turmoil and who he was. After his haunting fall from the Bifrost, the prince never even thought he would be breathing today. Since his brainwashing, he had concluded that fatherhood would never be within his prospect. This final result was all thanks to the lack of fatherly love from Odin, having learned the truth of his origins, having been unwillingly controlled, what he could do, and now? What now? There was no research of a mortal and Jotun ever creating life together and scarce information of an Asgardian and Jotun doing the same. Loki would not risk his wife’s endurance for something that could quite possibly kill her. He finally found something beautiful through his hardships and he was not willing to let her go. As much as it hurt him to see Astrid suffer in silence about it, he would rather be safe than sorry... 

“It has come to my attention that a seam has torn through our world by something to let these massive beasts in and destroy everything in sight.” Fury stated, glancing to Thor and Loki who were standing to the left of the round meeting table. “It is also to my understanding that you have dealt with these things before, and that your brother is of their particular home planet.” He waited for a reply from the Gods as everyone else did. 

“They are frost beasts and they do indeed come from Jotunheim.” Loki spoke up, nodding toward the holograph of one of these humongous creatures. 

Steve walked forth, examining the 3D image and scratching his beard at it. “So what you’re saying, if I am not mistaken, is that we could have another convergence on hand if these things are coming in? I’m no expert so please excuse my misinformation if I am wrong.” His blue eyes flicked to the God of Mischief. To everyone’s slight relief, both Loki and Thor shook their heads no. “We have yet another 5,000 years before the next convergence occurs, so we can consider ourselves lucky in that regard.” Thor tapped the table toward the frost beast, “What we have here is something else entirely and if my intuition is correct, I believe Thanos is behind this.” The God of Thunder pulled his arm back, mirroring the Captains pose and scratching his own beard. Director Fury nodded to Thor, “So it is a distraction of sorts for what he truly has planned? Laufeyson. You should know the answer to this, given you were under his control.” 

Loki nodded, “This is one of his tactics. His army is far larger than a few frost beasts, I have seen it first hand. Well, a glimpse of it anyways. I am hypothesizing he has torn the seam to get me alone. He still is after my head and wishes death upon me.” His thumb gently plays with the smooth onyx band around his ring finger as a means to calm himself; to think of going home to his wife. “Understandable. We also wanted you dead for a period of time.” Nick spoke nonchalant, taking no mind in the slight irk in Loki. “Gentlemen, please.” Steve frowned, holding his hands out and waving down before turning to the dark haired prince, “I’ve got an idea but it will be very dangerous. It does involve closing that seam so we can take care of this and get back to taking Thanos down... I’m gonna need you to go home, Loki.” 

Scoffing, the Trickster gave an amused smile to the captain “I would not exactly call it ‘home’ as you so plainly put it, but it does appear that I haven’t a choice here.” He sighed and turned on his heel, “Very well, please prepare a ship for me. If you are sending reinforcements along, I suggest you see Stark first for cold resistant armor. I do not require it, but mortals will-” There was a sudden crackling noise as Tony’s voice broke through the communicator on the table. “Sorry to interrupt ladies, but this isn’t the time for an ice cream social. We’ve got frosty the snowman on steroids over here destroying shit left and right!”  Fury pressed a button, “Stark. Where is your position and company?” 

“Central- Really!? Come on!! Never mind where we are! Just track us down and get help!!” Tony’s voice cut out as his communicator lost connection. 

Almost immediately, Thor turned to Loki and grinned widely to which the latter tried to ignore what was just said. 

“Let’s do get help.” 

“No-” 

All four of the men present suddenly grabbed onto anything as the room shook violently. The shaking was followed by a terrifying screech, causing everyone except Loki to cover their ears. “What the hell was that!?” Steve looked up to see the Trickster frozen in place as though he had seen a ghost. “It’s near the medical wing-” Loki choked out, taking off in a sprint as fast as he could. 

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“Everyone form a single file line and do NOT rush out!!” Astrid walked along the line of medical workers and patients, doing her best to escort the frightened people out of danger. It was hard to do so with the violent tremors that continued to rock the building. “Astrid, I’ll take over, go check the Children’s ward and make sure there aren’t any kids left.” Doctor Cho placed a hand on the brunette woman’s shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. Astrid nodded, quickly making her way out of room D to the best of her ability through the crashing and now flickering power. Her heart rate picked up as she heard a high pitched, terrified squeal come from her destination. Astrid sprinted down to the ward, eyes scanning over the beds in a panic. 

The child shrieked once more as the power blacked out completely this time. “It’s ok!! Stay where you are and I’ll come get you, sweetie!!” Astrid pulled her phone out quickly turning on flashlight and seeing a little girl; who was no older than 5, huddled in the corner and shaking. The head nurse head to the girl with light feet, scooping her up and giving the poor child a tight squeeze. “It’s gonna be ok. I’ve got you. We’re gonna get you out of here.” She cooed to the girl, taking her small hand and holding it as she had reached for it out of comfort. Swiftly, Astrid began to make progress exiting the room with what little light her phone provided her. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” She cautiously stepped over some new rubble that had fallen from the ceiling while she was in the ward. “L-Lorraine.” the girl sniffled, continuing to hold Astrid’s hand and cling tightly to the woman. 

Astrid smiled at the child despite being in complete darkness. “What a pretty name you have! I am so glad to have rescued you, Lorraine. My name is Astrid.” She adjusted the girl in her arms, hearing a small noise of happiness come from her; before finally reaching a well lit area and setting Lorraine down. Kneeling to her eye level, Astrid looked over her to see if she had any injuries. “Wh-What’s gonna happen to us, M-Miss Astrid?” The woman’s attention is brought up to big, teary green eyes. Reaching up, Astrid pushes some hair from the girls face and smiles once more in an attempt to ease her fears. “We are gonna get us out of here and find your parents. I see you’ve got a Junior Agent badge on your little uniform. Do your parents work for S.H.I.E.L.D?” She tapped the button on Lorraine’s shirt. “Mhm. Daddy is a person that helps other people. My mommy is here.” Her small finger pointed to her heart, “She went up to heaven last year with nana. Daddy told me not to be sad no more ‘cuz she is not in pain. He misses her too but he takes good help of me.” she gave the nurse a small smile, swaying in place. 

“Oh Lorraine, you are such a brave little girl... My mom is here too.” Astrid smiled sadly, pointing to her heart. “What about your daddy?” Lorraine wiped her eyes, sniffling as she was lifted into the woman’s arms again. She paused, hesitant on how to answer that... “My dad...” She started saying as she continued to find an exit. “My dad..” she smiled at the little girl “Is Mr. Stark and he is the coolest dad ever. Sometimes he is kinda mean so maybe your dad is way more cool.” she chuckled softly as Lorraine’s eyes became large with wonder. “Whoooaaa!! That’s awesomeness. Are the Avengers your friends?” her fears soon dissipated from her mind as she became engrossed with Astrid’s words. “Mhm. I am! Captain America is the sweetest, Black Widow is cool, Ironman is a genius, Thor is like a big puppy!! I love them all.... Can you keep a secret for me?” She raised her brows and winked at Lorraine. The girl nodded eagerly and leaned in to hear, “I am married to one of the Avengers.” She laughed softly at Lorraine’s little gasp and blush. “Do you guys have babies?” 

Her laugh faltered a little, but she continued to smile despite the inner conflict within. “Nope, not yet. But I’ll let you know as soon as we have one.” She pushed Lorraine’s bangs from her eyes again, heart aching from wanting a child of her own. Before the little girl could say anything else, Astrid dove to the floor while shielding the child with her body. The wall had exploded and a giant claw reached in, one of it’s sharp nails cutting Astrid’s ankle. She hissed in pain, clenching her teeth and keeping Lorraine’s head to her chest to protect her as much as she could. The pain slowly became worse as it felt like her skin was frozen and becoming frostbit. She knew it wasn’t too deep but that searing chill would worry her more. Lorraine screamed as the Frost Beast roared, destroying more of the wall. The beast turned it’s attention to the two and primarily focused on Astrid as it could smell her blood. Its hulking body moved, jaws getting dangerously close to the woman. 

Before it could snap Astrid and Lorraine into it’s jaws, the Frost Beast let out a painful screech and backed away as its eyes began to bleed. Loki leapt down from the roof and into the hall where his wife was currently trapped. “Astrid!!” He called out, climbing down the fallen building to get to her. “Norns.” He muttered, seeing the nasty cut on her ankle and the chill encasing it. Holding a large hand over it, he chanted something in his native tongue and healed it completely. “I thought you were at home.” Astrid coughed from the dust, blinking to get it out of her eyes and look at Loki. “You really think I would be at home right now with all of this ruckus going on? Come now, my love. You know me better than that-” His brow scrunched as he saw movement underneath his wife. Lorraine peeked out, spotting Loki and quickly hiding her face into Astrid’s chest again. “It’s alright, honey. That’s my husband, he’s here to help us. He’s the one who defeated that big mean monster.” The brunette woman sat up, checking over the little girl. 

Loki watched in awe as Astrid so lovingly and patiently tended to the child; checking to see if she was hurt and that she was ok. He knew it was part of her job to help children, but he never did get to see how she worked with them let alone see the love in her eyes for them. The god bit his cheek, shaking his head at the “what if...?” thoughts and scooped the both of them up. “Let us get to safety before more of its friends decide to show up and give us a bigger problem.” 

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After reaching the rest of the group, Lorraine was returned to her father who was sobbing with reprieve that his daughter was safe. “Miss Astrid helped me, daddy! She and her husband! “ Lorraine gave the two a toothy grin. “She’s gonna let me know when they have babies.” She giggled as she saw Loki’s cheeks turn pink. His jaw was clenched, “Astrid. My love. May I have a word?” He spoke through his teeth. Astrid’s smile faded as she knew where this was headed, she turned and smiled to the girl; saying her goodbyes and thank yous before facing Loki. 

“I-I can explain-” her voice was timid from her husband’s silent irritation.

Loki shook his head, nostrils flaring a bit “You know how I feel about that.” He almost hissed while trying to keep his temper under control. “She is a little girl, Loki.” Astrid’s hands fall to her sides, becoming annoyed herself. 

“And?” 

“And? And what!? She was frightened! I had to distract her somehow!” The brunette scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. “So that distraction was to tell her every little detail about our personal life? She is a little girl, Astrid.” He mocked her words and tone from before. “What did you want me to do!? Say nothing!? Kids are curious! Also, for your information, I didn’t tell her everything as you so dramatically put it. I doubt that she will remember me in a few days.” She felt a sharp grip on her arm and gasped as Loki shoved her against the wall. He was very irate with her and would not have anymore. “That is exactly the problem, my dear. You work with children and she just so happens to be in the same place you are. I do not recall any other children you have helped affecting you like this. Children are indeed curious and will spread information like wildfire. Have you forgotten that the public still resents me? I do not know what sort of thoughts have overcome you as of late concerning me impregnating you, but they will cease. The next time this gets brought up...” He stopped, looking away from her. What was he going to say? He wasn’t going to leave her, Norns no! There was always adoption... No. His selfish thoughts of being mistreated and fearing he would be the same to an innocent babe turned him away quickly. The thought of getting her sterilized did cross his mind too... 

Astrid yanked her arm from his now loosened grip, tears burning her eyes. She knew he had a point and that she would apologize for it later, but just once did she want him to see that these thoughts were not selfish. She was doing this for him out of love and wanting him to be truly happy. “I-I’ll see you at home.” She huffed, walking away and refusing to let Loki see her tears. She would not let him win, not this time...

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Dinner was unusually quiet that evening, Astrid still mulling over the events of the day and barely touching her food. Loki was presumably in the same boat and decided he also lost his appetite. “I am to leave for Jotunheim tomorrow.” He broke the silence, pulling a chair out and sitting across from Astrid who glanced up at him. “Okay, be careful.” She shrugged, looking back down at her cold food before getting up and pitching it. The prince clicked his tongue and stood up abruptly, blocking his wife’s way to their bedroom. “Is that all you have to say to me?” hidden displeasure seeped in his words. Astrid sighed deeply, shoulders falling and whined, “Loki I’m tired-” She tried to walk past, just wanting to go to bed. His large hands grasped her arms, not as tightly as earlier but still firm, “Look at me.” His voice softened. The brunette sighed again before looking into the prince’s eyes. A small smile peaked across his handsome features as his hands moved up from her arms to her jaw. “I would wager that our situations have changed given that you always tell me I am the dramatic and whiney one.” He smiled as he got a grin from Astrid who tried to hide it. 

“I apologize for earlier, my love...” His thumbs caressed her cheeks as he continued to look at her. 

“I’m sorry too. I know it’s not a good subject... But m-maybe... Maybe we could discuss it in the future? Not have anything set in stone, but talk about it?” Astrid raised her brows, a hopeful glint in her large, doe like eyes. Loki leaned forth, placing a kiss on her forehead “Perhaps we will... However, there are more important things to worry about at hand. Such as keeping you safe.” He rest his cheek on top of her head and felt her arms wrap around his lithe torso. Nuzzling her face against his strong chest, Astrid took his scent in and felt any worry she had at the moment drift away. “Well then you probably won’t like my next question then.” She chuckled. 

“You want to come to Jotunheim with me, don’t you?” Loki lift his head up to look at his mortal wife again, an unamused expression on his face. Astrid grinned, nodding and giggling at his frown. In her amusement, she reached up and pushed his pouting lip in and squealed when he softly nipped at her finger. “Be careful, I may have picked up a few habits from the mongrel.” He chuckled, hiding his smirk with a kiss to her neck. His laughter rumbled once more as Astrid smacked him playfully at him. “Leave my Kovu out of this.” She scolded, still laughing softly. Loki stood up, taking her small hand in his and leading her to their bedroom. He carefully tossed her onto the large mattress before crawling up and placing his head on her chest. Astrid rolled her eyes as she knew what he was asking for and began to play with his hair. “You know, you will need a medic to come along with you. One that sorta kinda knows your biology-” She blushed at what Loki cut her off with. 

“By that you mean my cock? Oh darling, I am most certainly aware that you are an expert in that field.” He laughed as he felt yet another smack, nuzzling his head on her chest. “You know what I mean, dumb ass.” Astrid continued to play with his hair, shaking her head and smiling. “You are right though. I do take care of children... But there’s one big kid that I really need to keep watch on. Such a little trouble maker he is and not to mention he is very amorous...” She felt him shift a little to press his lower half on her leg to emphasize her words. “You would not happen to be talking about a very tall, handsome, charming, prince with a large-” He felt her stop playing with his hair and actually whined. The brunette laughed at the noise he made and his hand grabbing hers to put it back on his head. “Your chances of me saying yes to your joining decrease when you stop your petting.” 

Sighing once more, Astrid resumed her caresses until the prince lulled into a slumber. He did agree to her joining the mission, but what he was not aware of were the circumstances that would happen on the planet of his birth... 

So I guess this is gonna be a two or three parter. God damn. Why do I do this to myself?? Anyways, smut will be in the next chapter 

Taglist: @lucywrites02​

#lokistrid #loki x ofc #loki x oc #tw: breeding #tw: pregnancy #loki fanfic #fanfic #my writing #writing #loki mcu #mcu oc #i cannot wait to write the other paaaart >:3

[meganlpie]

The Governess

Anonymous asked: Meg! I love your blog and I know you love AUs and Classic literature so I was wondering if you could write a Loki x fem!reader based on Jane Eyre??? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

Here you are, lovely! This thing took on a life of its own to be honest. I do not own Loki, Natasha, or Tony. They belong to Marvel.

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, a little jealousy, Movie/book based AU, and it’s long! Probably the longest one-shot I’ve written. 

Pairings: Loki x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark. 

The beautiful manor of your new employer came into view and you drew in a breath.  It was beautiful. The falling leaves all around the place only added to its charm. You knew you had to take it in while you could because once you entered the manor, you would have to put on your professional attitude. You were there for a job after all. To be a governess to the ward of the owner of the estate.

           Your carriage stopped and you took a deep breath. Were you ready for this? This was your first real job. Your previous employment had been through the boarding school you’d grown up in. You knew everyone there before you even began working, This was uncharted territory. However, whether you were ready or not, it was time. You climbed down from the carriage and the door of the manor immediately opened.

           "You must be the new governess!“ an older woman greeted, descending the stairs. You smiled at her. "I am.” The woman smiled and offered a hand. “I’m Mrs. Wilson. The housekeeper. Mr. Laufeyson isn’t at home as of yet, but he instructed me to get you settled and to introduce you to your charge. Come along.” Without giving you a chance to reply, Mrs. Wilson turned on her heel and practically skipped up the steps.

           Once inside, Mrs. Wilson ordered one of the kitchen maids to bring you some tea. You were grateful. Autumn was upon you and the weather was beginning to turn cold. When you were both situated, Mrs. Wilson sent for your charge. You felt your excitement spike and hoped you would be able to not only teach the girl, but to also get along well with her.

           The little girl, no more than seven, came barreling into the room a few moments later.  "Ah, Rose, there you are. It is time to meet your new governess. This is Miss Y/L/N.“ Rose smiled up at you. "Hello, Miss Y/L/N,” she greeted with a slightly clumsy curtsy. “Good evening, Rose. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

           Time passed quickly and yet slowly at the same time. Before you knew it, weeks had passed. Your days were full, although sometimes lonely. Rose was a very bright, albeit excitable child. She took to her lessons well, but you sometimes had to remind her to focus. Whenever she heard any kind of commotion, she would be at the window in her small classroom.

           You thoroughly enjoyed your position, but you craved adult conversation. Mrs. Wilson was the only other adult in the manor that seemed to have time to talk to you, but she had her own schedule to keep. And you had yet to meet your employer. He had not returned from his business trip, much to your dismay.

           Mr. Laufeyson was a mystery to you. The employees really didn’t talk much about him. They only said that he was a generous employer if you did your job well. And that he would often be gone for weeks at a time, like now. You were getting more excited to meet him by the day, but you never expected to meet him the way you did.

           Rose had music lessons three days a week and, during those lessons, you had time to yourself. While Rose practiced, you chose to explore the land you were living on. One day, you were out walking when you were approached by a rather large dog. The dog ran laps around your skirts before taking off in the opposite direction. Curious, you followed the beast and found exactly what he wanted you to.

           Sitting on the side of the dirt road, was probably one of the most beautifully handsome men you’d ever seen. He had hair as black as a raven that fell slightly in his stunning green eyes. Even though he was sitting, you could tell he was a tall man. Tall and lean. He whistled to the dog before finally looking up at you.

           "Are you alright?“ you asked as you took a step closer to him. The man assured you that he was. "Of course. A fox spooked my horse and she threw me. I have merely twisted my ankle. It is nothing for you to worry about, Miss.” As a teacher and now governess, you had learned to spot when someone was not telling you the truth. And this man was definitely not being honest about how much pain he was in.  

           "Are you certain you don’t require assistance?“ He let his eyes linger on yours for a moment. "I said I was fine,” he snapped softly. You rolled your eyes. “Very well. If you are not in need of help, then I shall leave. I need to return anyway.” You picked up your skirts and turned away.

           You barely made it ten steps before the mystery man called out to you. You smirked to yourself, but hid the expression quickly as you glanced back at him. “It is possible that I do require your assistance.” You shook your head at his stubbornness, but walked back to him. “Thank you, Miss. If you could just get me over to my horse, I can get to my destination.” You helped him over and onto the horse and he rode off, the dog following behind.

           Shaking your head again, you glanced down at your pocket watch. Your eyes widened. You were going to be late. You picked up your skirts once more and ran back to the manor. Once inside the gates, you slowed, smoothed out your hair and skirts and walked back in. It wouldn’t do for Rose to see you so disheveled. You didn’t realize that there were more important opinions at stake.

           As soon as you entered the house, Rose was at your side. “Miss Y/L/N! You’ll never guess what happened! Papa is home!” You smiled down at her. “That is wonderful, Rose, but we mustn’t shout.” Rose’s face screwed up in an expression that told you she didn’t appreciate the scolding. She didn’t respond though. Instead, she grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the parlor.

           You stopped short in the doorway. There, sitting somewhat comfortably on the chaise, was the mystery man from before. “Ah, Miss Y/L/N. We meet again.” You simply stared for a moment, knowing full well that you probably looked like an idiot. Not exactly the best first impression to give your employer. You cleared your throat and curtsied slightly. “Mr. Laufeyson.”  

*time skip*

           Mr. Laufeyson was as mysterious as they said. One moment, he would be happily smiling with Rose and the next, he would make up some reason to leave the room or sometimes even the manor. His demeanor toward you was even more confusing.

           Sometimes, he would treat you as an employer should treat a governess. Other times, he would sit and have long conversations with you, talking and laughing as if you were friends. Those conversations were the highlight of your days. They made you feel something you hadn’t felt before.

           Often, you would look up to find him staring at you even though he was listening to Rose chatter away. Truth be told, you would often stare at him as well. At least when he was home. There were several instances where he would disappear for weeks at a time. The point was that you never knew where you stood with him. Well, not until the night he returned from a trip and decided to throw a random dinner party.

           The house was soon full of people you did not know, but luckily, you had only to keep an eye on Rose. That is, until Mr. Laufeyson came to you insisting that you and Rose dress appropriately and join them. It was there that you truly realized your growing feelings for the mysterious man that was Loki Laufeyson.

           You walked in with Rose, who immediately ran over to her guardian, despite your scolding her not to run. You shook your head and sat down just in time to see a beautiful woman with red hair appear next to your employer. She wrapped an arm around his and smiled coyly at him.

           "Isn’t she lovely?“ a voice next to you asked. You turned your head. A man with short brown hair and dark eyes sat at the table next to you. You nodded. "She is.” Next to her, you felt plain. “Who is she?” The man laughed lightly. “Natasha Romanoff. Although, if rumors are to be believed, she is to be Mrs. Laufeyson sooner rather than later.”

           You fought to keep your expression neutral. “Oh?” The man nodded. “Yes. But that’s only if the rumors are true. The two have been seen together more and more often lately. Whenever he has a chance to visit. Everyone swears they’ll hear wedding bells ringing soon.” You didn’t reply. That explained so much. Why Mr. Laufeyson always seemed happier after a trip away from the manor. Why he looked at you like he was didn’t know what to do. If he did in fact marry Natasha, there would be no need for a governess anymore. Rose would have a mother figure in her life after that.

           You rose from your seat and smiled at your companion. “I think it is time for Rose to retire. Thank you for the informative conversation Mr…” He stood and smiled. “Stark. Anthony Stark.” After introducing yourself, you bowed your head at him and turned from the table. Keeping yourself calm, you walked over to where Rose was standing with Mr. Laufeyson. “Forgive the intrusion, but it is time for Rose to retire for the night. She has an early lesson in the morning.”

           Mr. Laufeyson nodded. “Once you have put her to bed, return to the festivities, Miss Y/L/N.” It was an order, but one you were not going to follow. “Forgive me, Mr. Laufeyson, but I would rather not. Come along, Rose.” Rose reluctantly took your hand and let you lead her from the room. You could feel Mr. Laufeyson’s eyes on you the entire time.

           After you put Rose to bed, you rested against the wall outside her room. You couldn’t explain the pang of jealousy coursing through you. You had no right to feel this way. After all, he was your employer. Nothing more, no matter how much you wished otherwise.

           "You ignored a direct order.“ You jumped at the sound of Mr. Laufeyson’s voice. You looked at him with a glare. "I am not an animal you can order around, sir. I am a human being, even if am simply a governess, and I will not be bullied into doing something I do not wish to do. Perhaps you should return to your party and allow me to retire in peace. I am certain Miss Romanoff is missing your company.”

           "Miss Romanoff will survive without my company for a few moments,“ he said simply. He took a step closer to you. "I wish for you to return to the festivities with me.” You shook your head. “Goodnight, Mr. Laufeyson.” He let out a low groan. “Must you defy me at every turn? Must you be so stubborn? Need I worry about Rose developing a defiant streak?”

           "I assume you won’t have to worry about that much longer.“ His brows drew together in confusion. "Why would you assume that?” You chuckled and moved away from Rose’s room. You didn’t want to keep her awake. “There is quite the buzz around you and Miss Romanoff. If what they are saying is true, then you will not be needing a governess for much longer.”

           You turned to walk away from him, but his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist lightly. “Miss Y/L/N,” he whispered, “I would not dream of taking you away from Rose. As for me and Miss Romanoff, there is no need for your jealousy.” Your eyes narrowed at him. “I am not jealous, Mr. Laufeyson.”

           "Then stay. Do not let rumors push you out of Rose’s life.“ You gazed up into his eyes. They were boring into your soul. He was testing you. ” No. I can’t.“  Loki let go of your wrist and slowly moved his hand up to settled on your cheek. "Please? For Rose’s sake?” You shook your head. “No. I love Rose, but no.”

           You could feel your resolve weakening the longer he looked at you. The longer his hand was on your face. “And if I were to tell you that I have no intention of marrying Miss Romanoff? Would you remain with us? With me?” You heartbeat quickened and you felt the blood rush to your face. He wanted you to stay with him? Not just for Rose?

           "Why?“ you asked softly. He moved a little closer to you. "Why what? Why do I wish for you to stay? Because you bring something to the manor I didn’t think possible. You brought life back into this place. Life and light. And joy. And love. You brought everything I could not bring for Rose after her parents died. Besides, if you left, who would challenge me? Who would make me look at life differently? I need that in my life. I need you, Y/N.”

           Those were words you never thought you’d ever hear. Not from him nor anyone else. You didn’t think you were worthy of such passion, especially not from him. After all, a governess with no dowry doesn’t exactly have prospects lining up outside her door. Yet, here he was. Your employer was practically begging you to stay with him because he needed you. The question was, did he love you? You wouldn’t be able to stay for anything less than the passionate love you somehow knew he was capable of.

           As if reading your mind, he leaned down and rested his forehead on yours. “Please, Y/N. Don’t leave me. I cannot imagine facing this world without you by my side. I love you and only you.” He now had both hands on your face and his green eyes were pleading with you to understand, to believe him. To love him. “Mr. L-,” you started, but cut yourself off, “Loki. Don’t say it if you don’t mean it. My heart can’t take it.”

           He pulled back slightly so he could see all of your face. “I mean every word, Y/N. I have never loved a woman more and I am certain I never will again. Let me love you, my darling.” You fought back a sniffle as you nodded. That was all Loki needed to throw decorum out the window. Standing there, in the middle of the darkening corridor, Loki leaned in and kissed you, slowly and gently. Murmurs of “I love you” echoed through the empty space as he kissed you with all the sweet passion he could muster.

(a/n: I really hope you like it!)

Tagging: @brewsthespirit-blog @fairytalesexistxx @jotink78 @gameofwinters @iwillbeinmynest @thomashiddlestonloveloki @elriviel

#marvel #avengers #au #loki #loki x reader

[reesa-chan]

can you rec any HP fics (your favorites or Harry as the lord of a bunch of houses after defeating Voldemort or both)

Sure! I’m not active in the fandom anymore, but I’ve got some definite favorites. Some of these are Lord of a bunch of houses, but I’m going ahead and sharing a mishmash (with a lot of Avengers crossovers because MCU has taken over my life.) I’ll star the ones that are the best fit for the Lord of many houses trope:

Runaway Dragon and its sequel A Letter to Mr William Snape have long been some of my comfort fics. Draco Malfoy flees home after his father lashes out against his mother and accidentally kills her (nothing graphic and this really isn’t the central story at all) and Severus Snape comes across him and takes him into his home, which turns out to be in the “bad” part of town, populated by all the outcasts of society - squibs, halfbreeds, people who are eking out a living even if they don’t live up to society’s standards - and this forces Draco to expand his world view. It’s full of masses of cute and super fun and I’m a fan of world building. 

*Goblin Communications features the Goblins allying with Harry right from the start and meddling in wizarding affairs. More great world building. There might be a running theme here. 

*A Different Beginning Yet more Goblin meddling and allying with Harry!

*Harry Potter in the Claw of the Raven and sequels Harry Potter at the Knees of the Marauders, Harry Potter and the Interlude, and Harry Potter with the Power the Dark Lord Knows Not I just recommend BakenandEggs across the board, really. They do some really fine work. I feel like the title is self explanatory.

Early Retirement this one’s a crossover with Avengers. Always-a-girl Catherine (Harry) Potter has gone into seclusion in the muggle world and is running a bakery in New York city. She’s got a comfortable lifestyle going until one Steve Rogers starts frequenting her shop and shakes things up.

Finding Home AO3 or FFN MOD Harry has stopped aging. He resolves himself to a life of moving around regularly to keep anyone from noticing and tries to avoid connecting with anyone so he doesn’t have to abandon them or watch them grow old and die. Unfortunately, Tony Stark is not so good at boundaries, and once he takes an interest in Harry, he starts chipping away at those walls.

Perception is Everything Severus Snape is left in charge of the students who are staying at school for the holidays. He’s none too happy to hear he’ll be dealing with Harry, but he starts to notice that something’s wrong with this kid and his home life. What’s a long-suffering educator to do but to step in and keep the child safe despite himself?

Resonance and its sequels Revolution and Resolution are a Snape adopts Harry as a young adult series. They’re rich and deep and full of the experiences of growing up and maturing and coming into one’s own with a supportive but not effusive guardian and learning how to depend on and trust that you don’t have to do it all yourself.

*Runaway Wizard Harry is sick of Dursley abuse and makes a run for it after Dumbledore forces him to go back to them. He ends up briefly on the streets and spends some time working in a BDSM club, so be warned that there’s some risque stuff. The Malfoys end up taking him in and helping him learn how to act the part of a proper noble wizard. HPDM and LMSS

*Harry Potter and the Cursed Summer This one has some Lord of many houses stuff going on, but it’s more adventure story than anything. Harry’s family abandons him and he winds up at the Burrow looking for help only to find that the family’s left for Egypt for the summer. Bill’s pretty much on the way out the door for a curse breaking expedition in South America and ends up towing Harry along to act as his assistant. Don’t bother with the sequel - it’s short and unfinished and unlikely to ever be completed. The first story is awesome though.

*Outcast’s Alley Harry undergoes some changes after fifth year that go a bit beyond those standard for puberty. The Dursleys kick him out and he ends up living among those on the outskirts of magical society. Lots of great world building.

I’m mostly recommending completed works, but I’m going to include this one even so - Realizations Harry comes home at the beginning of the summer only to discover no Dursleys and a house with a for sale sign. Any normal kid would consider this an emergency and get in touch with adults, but Harry’s used to being self sufficient. He winds up working in Diagon Alley under a disguise consisting largely of a haircut, a headband, contacts, and clothes that fit. Best summer he’s ever had, bar none.

Dance in the Dark of Night Snape and Harry are both in precarious situations, and Dumbledore sends them out together to keep out of Voldemort’s way. They need to stay on the move, so it’s a backpacking trip, trundling around all over with no one but each other for company. They learn to deal with each other and even start reluctantly forming a connection. HPSS handled in a not-gross way

Yet Another Snape meets the Dursleys Story *gestures to title*

A Hero Dudley is off at school and a class assignment starts to open his eyes to the nature of abuse and the implications regarding his family’s relationship with Harry. 

*Make a Wish and its sequel The Hunt for Harry Potter Okay, technically this isn’t Lord of many houses fic, but at its spirit it shares much of the wish fulfillment that makes Lord of many houses so much fun. Harry’s convinced he’s going to die at the hands of the dark lord, and he wants at least one good thing in life, so he decides to take a vacation and really live, just for one summer. He runs away and starts on an anonymous trip around the world. Over the course of the trip he develops new powers, makes new friends, coincidentally and through no intent on his part (he’s largely unaware it’s even happening because it’s Harry) happens to be in the right place and time again and again to enable Death Eaters to arrange for their own demise under bizarre and amusingly improbable circumstances, and develops an international reputation as a bad ass and a heartthrob. He’s not entirely sure how. Also he’s rich now? HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

Paradigm Shift Severus Snape is left to babysit the school and the warding spells on the Dursley home while Dumbledore’s away. Of course THIS would be the time things force his hand and leave him stuck with a depressed kid on his hands who’s convinced he’s going to die- and who promptly makes a run for it at the first possible occasion, determined to make it on his own.

Tony Stark & His Amazing Mutant Platypus A niffler gets into Tony’s lab. No one knows what it is, but it sure loves shiny things, and he has a LOT of shiny things.

A House or a Home Phil Coulson is in every house at Hogwarts.

*Families and Familiars Dumbledore might have plans for Harry, but his familiar is smart and persistent, and Hedwig’s going to protect her wizard. It’s never a good idea to underestimate a Black.

Raising a Wizard Natasha may have been raised Natalia Alianovna, but she was born Mallory Evans. A search for her roots introduces her to an orphaned nephew who could desperately use someone on his side, and next thing you know she has custody over a 6 year old kid who wields some unexpected powers.

*Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart The Weasley boys arrange a birthday trip to Malibu for Harry’s birthday. He ends up having a summer fling with a handsome guy he hooks up with while he’s out there, and comes home to discover that he brought home an unexpected souvenir. But how to explain to a muggle that his male lover has a bun in the oven? Years later, rich and powerful Harry Potter ends up at the same charity event as Tony Stark and they rekindle their flame. Only problem: Harry has a kid running around who’s just the right age to have been implanted during the time that Tony and Harry were first seeing each other.

*Frey of Asgard Harry’s birth father was actually Loki Laufeyson, but this is a well kept secret. Harry is left balancing a world of gods and wizardry, spending summers at Camp Halfblood with other godly offspring, learning about pagan worship from his pureblood peers, and fighting monsters all around in hopes of one day rising to true immortality. 

*The Triumph of These Tired Eyes My absolute favorite of the Harry Lokison category of fics. Long and involved and super well written.

*Teeth Harry messed up when trying to learn how to become an animagus and became permanently partially fused with his animal side... which happens to be a dark creature. Now he has to learn to cope with his new instincts and figure out how to keep those developments hidden so the Wizarding world won’t crucify him for it. At the same time, he’s navigating a world that’s no longer as black and white as he thought it was. He and Snape are building a sense of grudging respect and he’s discovering that not all Slytherins are evil. Somehow he needs to come into his own and find his own path.

Some WIPs:

*This Gonna Be Good and its counterpart This Gonna Be Good Remix Avengers crossover - Between the betrayal led by Dumbledore’s forces and Thanos’s armies, the future is looking pretty bleak. Following the death of her newborn infant and faced with the imminent death of her soulmates, always-a-girl Harriet Potter makes a desperate move and turns back time. Maybe with a bit of foreknowledge and a lot of ingenuity, that future can be forestalled. In the mean time, there’s lots of fun to be had while messing with those who intend the harm and simultaneously building up a tight knit family unit of friends and allies. Lots of silly, lots of power, lots of wish fulfillment. Dumbledore bashing, Hermione bashing, Ron bashing, Molly bashing, Ginny bashing. James Potter is alive. Regularly updated.

*Strangers in a Familiar Land The one where Harry is reincarnated as the ruling prince of a hermaphroditic winged alien species (which is in hiding on Earth after the Skrull destroyed their home.) Oh, and as if that doesn’t make his life complicated enough, he’s the Master of Death and mated to Tony Stark.

Mirror of Maybe A magical mirror sucks Harry in and shows him a possible future. He comes back changed, an adult veteran soldier in the body of a child. Something has to change.

#harry potter #fanfic #recs #anonymous #question answered #Anonymous

[writemarvelousthings]

Ride With Me (Part 12)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2.0K

WARNINGS: swearing, 

*The arrival of Commander Coulson to pull apart the butting gangs unravels secrets unknown to (Y/N) that change everything, completely.  

Previous Chapter 

Well, this has taken me a while, sorry about that. Life got a bit crazy then I have writer's block for a while. But I pushed on through and decided to finish this chapter because I needed a good distraction from today. 

Gif Not Mine 

Friday nights were the busiest nights for Hawkeyes and add onto the little fact that it was St Patrick’s Day it was all hands on deck behind the bar. Even though you had been working flat out for four hours and your feet could do with a good hot soak you were happy for the distraction. Not to mention your friends had claimed the end of the bar as their own so you could listen to their conversation and chip in with your own thoughts.

“I never knew you had Irish roots Steve” Wanda laughed as she cleared away their dirty glasses, you and Sharon were busy stocking up the bar with new bottles of spirits while Luis, Clint, and Darcy were busy serving the ever coming on slaughter of customers.  

“They are faint but Ma’s family are all still over here, St Patrick’s Day is always a big celebration” Steve grinned holding up his beer glass.

“I think Clint could have toned it down with the decorations” you wafted the stray green paper streamer out of your way as you collected the empty spirit bottles to discard in the bin.

“Not a fan of the color green?” Natasha smirked at you as you tore away a cardboard cut out of a leprechaun blocking the bin.

“Not really, it always reminds me of being angry” you screw your nose up slightly.

“I thought that was the color red?” Sharon looked confused at you as she handed Sam another whiskey.

“No, not red. Red’s my favorite colour...reminds me of lust” you grin cheekily to Bucky as Sam and Steve's wolf whistles.

“Damn (Y/N) as if we need another thing to boost his ego” Sam chortled throwing an arm over Natasha who laughed along with him. You shook your head still giggling as you moved up the bar slightly. There seemed to be a lull in customers ordering drinks so you took this small opportunity to wipe down the slightly sticking counter surface.

“Red equals lust huh doll?” Bucky slid up to you grinning slightly. You pursed your lips in amusement.

“Please, like you didn’t already know” you flicked him with the damp cloth slightly earning a surprised yelp.

“You never fail to surprise me (Y/N)” Bucky chuckled as you threw the rag into the sink behind you. Turning back around you caught him looking down at a certain part of you.

“Enjoying yourself there Buck?” you raised an eyebrow as he smiled shamelessly.

“Can’t a guy just enjoy the view his is given” Bucky grinned wolfishly as he leaned across the bar; you smirked shifting your weight onto your toes as you drew your face closer to his.

“I think you more than enjoyed the view last night” you both smirked at the memory of him waking you up in the middle of the night for a snack. Even though he never set foot in the kitchen at all.

“Get a room you two” Sam hollered.

“Bite me, Wilson,” you snapped earning a few cat calls from other bar patriots

“No that’s Bucky’s job” Natasha grinned wickedly at you as her comment earned a louder uproar.

“And here I thought we were going to have civil company tonight” the cool deep accented voice chilled your bones as you looked over to Schmitt, he stood with the strength of his crew behind him.

“Such hostile faces on such a night of festivities” Schmitt tutted softly as Hela winked at you from behind him.

“I thought I made myself clear the last time you were here you bastard” Bucky growled standing up to face Schmitt.

“Back off Bucky” Hela spat, she reminded you of a snappy little terrier protecting its master. You swore you heard Bucky emit a deep growl at the woman.

“Don’t get me started with you, don’t think I haven’t forgotten what you did you (Y/N) and Wanda’s place”

“Oh you can hardly pin that on her love, it could have been someone completely different” Amora’s smooth voice purred from next to Sam, who looked down at her like he had stepped in something he shouldn’t have.  

“I think it was pretty fucking obvious to me” you seethed marched around the bar, ready to fight tooth and nail if you had to. Bucky shot out his arm before you could get any further. The tension had raised sky high between the two gangs, each of eyeing off the other waiting for the signal to pounce.

“Let’s everyone just calm down, such things should not be said frivolously.” Schmitt stared down at you hard but you refused to look away.

“Let’s get one thing straight Schmitt, I don’t have time for your little rats running under my feet. I will stomp out every single one until your scurrying back the damp dark shit hole from where you came.  

“Is that any way to speak to an old friend Barnes” you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up at the back of Bucky’s head. Or noticing the feelings between the two groups shift significantly. Before you could question him the bar doors opened storming in Peggy with two unfamiliar men.

“Commander Coulson, Lieutenant Carter. Sergeant Ward what a pleasure it is” Schmitt smiled at them like old friends.

“Cut the crap Schmitt, you’re lucky we’re not throwing you in jail right this second” The older man strolled up to the German; as if he was oblivious to the dangerous situation he was walking into.  

“Calling back up Barton, how weak” Rumlow sneered at the blonde, leaning against his office doorframe.

“I didn’t want to redecorate again, sue me,” Clint snapped crossing his arms over his chest.

“Gentleman that’s enough” Peggy cut through them.

“Everyone clear out now, Order of NYC Police force.” The younger man ordered everyone in the bar, their attention now focused on the two bike groups stood head to head at the bar. You stood frozen behind Bucky, your heart beating fast as your stomach churned. Something wasn’t right you could feel it.  Soon only the gang members were left in the bar along with the three police members, you could only image there were more stood just outside the bar.

“So are you here to arrest us Coulson?” the older man, Coulson just smiled slightly.

“Unfortunately not today, you and your friends better clear out of here before I let my partner here show you what good clean punishment really looks like” Schmitt’s eyes flicked towards Peggy who all but smirked at the man. With a subtle raise of the brow, the Red Skulls backed off, not before Hela sent you a mock kiss. You felt your body fill with rage at the smug look on her face. The rest of your friends were left to watch as The Red Skulls sauntered off out of Hawkeyes.

“You better have a good reason for this Coulson” Bucky growled at the older man.

“I suggested you stand down Barnes, were not here for you this time” Coulson gave Bucky a stare that could rival his own.

“I’m sorry Bucky, but it’s (Y/N)” you felt your stomach drop at the soft tone of Peggy’s voice.

“No” Bucky’s voice was final, he shifted in front of you. Placing his entire body before your blocking you from Coulson.

“We don’t have a choice Barnes, orders from above” Ward moved a step closer towards the pair of you.

“If you even think about touching her” Bucky’s voice was deep and laced with danger.

“Bucky, I’m sorry. You always knew this was coming” Peggy walked calmly towards the pair of you. You could feel your heart racing in your chest what did the police want with you. Why was Bucky so adamant that you shouldn’t go with them. The thoughts spun through your head like a carousel, you watched as Bucky turned to you. Crouching down slightly he whispered faintly in your ear.

“Whatever they tell you, whatever they show you. Remember I love you (Y/N)” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, you could barely look back at him as Peggy whisked you away and into the police car outside to register the back that Bucky had told you he loved you for the first time. You were halfway down the road when you realized the look of fear and pure terror in his eyes as he watched you be pulled from him.

“How well do you know Mr. Barnes” you swallowed the urge to scream at Coulson. You have been trapped in the interrogation room for what seemed like hours now. Peggy had stayed with you until the movement Coulson pulled you into the dark cramped room.

“Pretty well considering we live together” you watched Coulson and Ward share a look.

“Did you know he use to date Helena Laufeyson” Ward started to sift through the files before him.

“I did, she trashed my home not three days ago.”

“She did?” Ward’s interest perked at this as you scowled at him.

“Look I’m sorry but I don’t understand why I’m here? I don’t know anything about the Red Skulls” You shifted in your seat eager to get back to Bucky.

“Really because I think you use to know one of them quite well” Coulson gently placed a photograph in front of you. The sharp tingling sensation ran through your body as the blood rushed to your ears. It was Jeremy.

“You honestly didn’t know?” Ward gave you a suspicious look, you were sure all color had drained from your cheeks as the urge to be sick churned in your stomach.

“He never really talked about it, I knew it must have been something dodgy but never….” you trailed off, your fingers brushing the smooth paper. He was straddling his motorbike, the one he would take you on away on day trips. You swallowed the bile rising in your throat as he was photographed with Amora and Rumlow. Rumlow looked like he was in the middle of slapping him on the back in a very friendly and familiar way as Amora laughed. Her blonde hair catching the sunlight.

“Miss (Y/L/N) I know this must be very difficult to process…”

“But it seems like you know more than one ex-member of The Red Skulls” Ward cut Coulson off throwing another photo in front of you. It was like someone had pulled the chair right out from underneath you.

“No” you felt your throat tighten at the familiar faces, the two men were stood side by side. The photograph was obviously taken at a distance by you identified the two men instantly, Jeremy… and Bucky.

“Before he was known as Bucky, he used to go by the name James Buchanan Barnes. I think you’ll find the name familiar” blinking through the tears you looked down at the sheet of paper before you. It was a list, a list of witnesses to attend a court hearing for the investigation of suspected murder of Jeremy (Y/N/L). With the first character witness being a Mr. James Buchanan Barnes, listed as failing to attend court.

“There was no evidence he was even there when your brother was killed, his death was declared an accident….as you are aware of” Coulson cleared his throat awkwardly. That’s why the name Barnes was familiar; you had seen it two years ago when you were sitting in that courtroom. Before you ran away to Chicago, that’s why Clint was so concerned as to your return. Why Hela had more than just a jealous ex-girlfriend vendetta towards you. Schmitt’s comment in the bar…

“Is that any way to speak to an old friend Barnes”

You could feel the rage pouring out from you, at everyone keeping this from you. At yourself for not putting the pieces of the puzzle together. This whole time James or Bucky, or whoever the fuck he called himself had been playing you like a damn fool.

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[imagine-loki]

Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 16

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit.

RATING: T

NOTES: So sorry for the delay, as usual. I really wish that I could publish these chapters more quickly for you all. Perhaps that shall be my resolution for the new year.. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I think many of you shall be pleased with what transpires in this chapter ♥︎

A layer of fog thinly roamed within the perimeter of the garden as I entered through the lofty iron gates the following morning. There was an essence of undisturbed tranquility in that early hour, a feeling that I would have usually cherished. But at that particular moment, all I could feel was apprehension for what was to come.

My eyelids had not once fallen shut following my master’s departure from my room due to the state of uncertainty that his words had placed me in. I was not entirely sure what he had meant, nor of how he wished to alter my present situation - as I didn’t want anything about it to change. But what came to mind was that his decisions were being influenced by Lavinia in some way, as if he was the puppet and she the manipulating puppeteer.

As I continued to walk upon the neatly trimmed paths of the garden, I began to wonder if my master had not yet awoken and if I was the sole dweller of the enclosed space. I proceeded to make my way around, the tall hedges situated about partially obscuring my view now and again. It wasn’t until I entered into the small semi-circular area near the back of the garden that I saw that I wasn’t alone. He faced away from me, and I noticed that his arms were securely clasped behind his back in contemplation. He must have heard the rustling of my skirts, for he then turned around. Even at a distance, it appeared that Loki had fallen into the very same predicament as I the following night. Dark circles were apparent underneath his fevered eyes: an indicator that he too had not gotten any rest.

He took his time eyeing my person as I walked closer to him, paying special attention to the garments in which I was wearing. It seemed that they were what attracted him most, and I shortly found out the reason for this. “You’re wearing dark colors again.” He acknowledged with evident distaste, forgoing a proper greeting. “Why?”

I decided to be straightforward with my answer, as I knew that I would ultimately regret hiding my true feelings from him. “I thought the color suitable, sir, in regards to the news you are to tell me.” “But I hoped you would be pleased by my news.” “Pleased?” I repeated with disbelief, a heavy sigh escaping my mouth.“Pleased to know that you are to marry, sir?” “Yes.” He answered succinctly. His brusque manner of speaking pained me. What had caused him to become so impassive? He seemed uncommonly rigid and reserved.

“I love Heathcote, more than any other place in the world, but now I’m afraid I must prepare to leave it.” I gasped for air as this thought consumed my mind. I pictured myself situated inside a carriage in my traveling frock and bonnet, my luggage situated on top of the vehicle’s roof as I was driven further and further away from the only place that I now called home. I tried to further convince myself of accepting this prospect with what I next said. “And leave it I shall. At the first opportunity.. before today’s breakfast is even set on the table.” “You don’t have to.” The detached tone of his voice caused me to become infuriated at once. “I must, sir, for I couldn’t bear to live here with that self-absorbed woman, in which her sole purpose will be to turn me away from you!” I loudly vociferated, but I swiftly grew soft with despair. “And I don’t wish for that to happen, sir… I don’t wish to loose you. But she stands between us, and it is she that you shall ultimately choose over myself.”

He said nothing in response, and I feared that my words had agitated him. He walked away to stand before one of the beautiful rosebushes and I slowly followed behind him. “I forget sometimes that no matter how clever you are, you are still just an inexperienced child when it comes to certain matters.” He reflected as he reached out and cradled a rose in his hand. A few petals of the delicate flower became loose from this action and lazily drifted to the mound of soil below. “It has been wrong of me to mislead you for so long.” He admitted, with his back still facing me. “How have you misled me, sir?”

He suddenly turned around and leant down to meet my height, and before I could even conceive what he was about to do, he took my face in his hands and guided his soft lips to collide with mine in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss. When I became fully aware of the sensation of his lips on mine, I was so surprised that I staggered backwards and touched my right hand to my agape mouth, in which a startled gasp escaped from.

I felt a flush rising to my cheeks; the lingering feeling of his lips on my mouth confirmed that he had indeed kissed me, despite how I could scarcely believe it. I had never been kissed before, and was therefore struck dumb by what he had just done. My fingertips fleetingly traced the place my lips where his had just been, as I continued to gaze at him with widened eyes. A distraught look passed across his features, signaling that he greatly feared the consequences of his impetuousness. “I deeply apologize, Victoria. I could not control myself just then.”

“I-I just don’t understand, sir.” I quietly spoke up once I reclaimed my voice. “I thought your affections to already be engaged. To Lavinia.” “I rescinded my courtship invitation on the night of the ball. That is why we left so hastily the following morning.” Details of that trip began to resurface, and I recalled that he had said that “certain measures” had to be carried out on his part. While I had believed this to be his proposal to Lavinia, had he actually intended it to be the upheaval of their relationship? “What?” I asked, positively baffled. “But why?” “Lavinia is nothing to me! Don’t you understand? It’s you that I want.” He took my hands desperately and pulled me even closer to him. “Your soul, and mine, are one in the same, my darling girl. I offer you my hand, my heart, and all of my possessions. I want you to pass your life with me at your side, and, most especially, for you to remain here at Heathcote.”

I persisted in asking questions, even though I was greatly taken aback by his confession. “But I was under the impression that you had been Lavinia’s suitor for a while now - for quite some time before you took me on as your ward.” “I was, but it was when I first met you that everything changed.” He admitted openly. I couldn’t suppress the low chuckle that left my mouth. “What is it?” He asked in a concerned tone of voice. “You state that your affections altered upon our first meeting, and yet you persisted in neglecting me. I had never felt so lonely before in my life then in those initial days here. You hurt me, sir, both emotionally and physically, and you drove me to the moors, where I could have very well perished if you had not found me in time.”

“Oh Victoria, do forgive me. I swear that that was not my intent. I was foolish to think that treating you poorly would diminish my affection for you. Your very presence at Heathcote tormented me so that I could hardly sleep nor eat. I wished to talk and get to know you more, but for some reason I could not bring myself to do so. I know I have alluded to it before, but I was quite intimidated by you - you small, stern, beautiful and highly clever creature. ”

I blinked at him a few times, utterly convinced that I must still be in my bed and that what was playing out was all a dream. But as I placed a hand onto my master’s chest, I realized that it was not. He was no phantom of my imagination, but as corporeal of a being as you or I, dear reader. He further fortified this supposition of mine by placing his own hand above my own, which must have felt all aquiver in his tender grasp. I had hardly any cognition over my body at that moment, you see.

“Are you in earnest, sir? I-I can hardly believe you..” I shakily inquired as I searched his eyes, pleading for him to confirm that he was indeed being honest. “Yes, my dear. Please, take me as your husband.” “My husband?” I repeated in awe. “Yes.” He answered with a sigh and then a faint chuckle, and I noticed that a few tears brimmed in his eyes. He cupped my cheek with his opposite hand. “I love you, Victoria. Will you be mine?”

I smiled, his words so full of promise, and yet I still could hardly believe what he was suggesting. It had been me, all this time? When he had referred to the wedding ring at the picnic, and the subject of yesterday night’s conversation.. he had not been referring to Lavinia at all, but to me? I was thinking this over for longer then I realized, as he spoke up once again, impatiently awaiting my answer. “I do hope that your silence does not bode that you are in opposition to my intentions?” “Oh, Loki. No, of course not.” I hastily responded, which left me rather breathless when I softly uttered these next words: “Yes… I am yours.” We exchanged smiles before I stood up on the tips of my toes to kiss him once again. The tenderness and unity that enveloped me along with his embrace caused me to silently weep, and I was convinced in that moment that I would never be inclined to feel loneliness again. Before he could notice my tears, I wrapped my arms about him and placed my head on his chest. And as his body encircled my own, and he repeatedly placed kisses upon the top of my head, all that ran through my mind was:

“I am his. I am his.”

The state of bliss that fell upon me after Loki’s proposal was perpetual and seemed as if no impediment would ever thwart it. Following what had occurred in the garden, we had walked together hand in hand back into the mansion, and as I meant to go forward down the corridor and descend the stairs into the servant’s area to tell the others of the news, Loki had held me back to greedily steal a few more kisses from off of my lips.

We both eventually made it downstairs, where Loki shared the news, calling me his ‘darling little bride’, which caused the servants to place down their forks and knives with astonishment, as they had been in the middle of their breakfast, and get up to happily congratulate the two of us. Besides Elsie, I don’t think any of the others had any indication of our relationship, or that Lavinia was no longer in the picture. But then again, I also was still not entirely convinced of Loki’s revelation due to how surreal it all seemed.

Later that day, I had rode on Arabella to the Blythe’s farm on my own to tell Agnes of the news. I had found her alone in the kitchen preparing an early supper and initially acted as nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred to me. Nevertheless, once I did inform her of Loki’s proposal, she screamed with glee and jumped over to hug me, all the while taunting me by saying over and over that she had been right all along. Her parents, who were out surveying the farmland at the time to make preparations for the upcoming planting season, had run back to the house in a fright, as they did not know the true reason for Agnes’s screams, but they were equally as pleased and surprised by the news once it was communicated to them.

I returned home just in time for afternoon tea, which was to be served today in Loki’s study. Walking into the room, I found him sitting at his desk, his attention invested in a large stack of papers, which undoubtedly concerned his many tenants. At once he noticed my presence and gazed up at me with a huge smile upon his lips. He unfurled himself from his damask chair and slowly ambled towards me. “Hello my darling.” He said, lowering his tall stature to briefly kiss me, which I still was not entirely used to him doing. “How did Agnes and her parents take the news?” “It was rather unexpected for them, not unlike how the servants responded, but they deeply expressed their congratulations nevertheless.” “That was very nice of them to do so. They shall of course be invited to our wedding.” “Do you already have a date planned?” I inquired with curiosity. He chuckled. “Not just yet, as I wished for your opinion before I settled on one.”

It was then that both Elsie and Mrs. Cunningham strolled into the room with the trays of teas and pastries, which they situated on the low table before the tufted green velvet sofa. After thanking them, they exited the room, sealing the door shut as they did so. He sat closely besides me on the sofa, the tiered pleats of my taffeta dress practically spilling onto his lap. I had changed from the dull charcoal grey half-mourning frock that I had worn early this morning to one of a deep mauve purple, which looked rather vibrant against the dark sofa beneath me.

“I don’t believe I have ever personally made you a cup of tea before, Victoria. May I?” He kindly suggested. “Of course, that is if you can prove to me that you can prepare an excellent cup to my liking.” He raised an eyebrow and scrutinized me after I said this. “Oh really? Is that a challenge?” “Yes, indeed, sir.” I boldly asserted.

With a smirk he proceeded to prepare a cup of tea for myself, and I found his confidence highly amusing. After he was done, and the liquid was briefly swished around with a silver tea spoon, he lifted the rose patterned cup and saucer off from the table and into my hands. He looked onwards with anticipation as I guided the cup to my lips. Taking a sip, I found that his efforts were satisfactory, and this was conveyed by the small smile I wore. “I must applaud you sir, for I am most content with my tea.” I took another sip before speaking again, while he continued to relish in this minor accomplishment of his and made his own cup - solely with milk, which I mentally noted for future reference. “How ever did you guess what I would prefer?” I inquired with genuine curiosity. “It’s all rather easy, my dear. I can tell, for a girl like yourself, that you do not wish to overindulge in a taste that is purely sweet, but that you would rather savor one that is balanced, softened and light to the palate.” These words rolled off his tongue like honey, and I found myself momentarily entranced. For a minute I believed he was attempting to seduce me. “Therefore,” He continued. “You prefer more milk to sugar.”

“That is all rather impressive, sir, but am I really so easy to read?” “Oh no, not at all. On the contrary, you may be the only one that I know closely in which I can never predict your true thoughts or feelings. It can be rather frustrating at times.” He furrowed his brow in deep thought and looked over my head and away. “Well, Loki, if you wish to know my present thoughts, they are as follows: ‘that I still can’t entirely fathom the idea that the man whom I love wholeheartedly is to be my other half in life’.”

His attention immediately returned back to me after I revealed my true thoughts, and he took the cup out of my hands so that he could hold me closely. “Oh my pet, you don’t know how much you please me by saying that.” He let out a rugged sigh of relief. “In the past, I had many a time believed that I would never hear such words of adoration leave your lips, and that such hopes of winning your heart would always be out of my reach.”

Resting my head upon his shoulders, our eyes remained glued to one another until he broke this contact when placing a tender kiss upon my forehead. One of my hands enclosed around his and my index finger traced the engraved letters of his signet ring as he awaited my answer.

“I promise that I shall prevent you from feeling that way ever again, sir, for here I am, within reach, and I do not wish to go far without you at my side from now on.” I passionately expelled these words, which felt as though they came from the deepest cavity of my heart. I don’t believe that I had ever uttered a statement as assertive, feverish and true as this one. “Thank you for saying that, Victoria. Thank you.” He softly answered, cradling me even more closely to him.

I speculated that he genuinely became emotionally overcome by my response, for he ceased to speak for awhile afterwards. He just continued to hold my hand and trail his fingertips along my left side, and these gestures of affection held a higher significance to me then he could ever possibly know. For it had felt to me that I had waited lifetimes for these moments… lifetimes to be loved by someone that is my equal.

#Loki #Lover #Angst #Submitted fic #submission #goddessofmischief #mr. laufeysons ward #chapter 16 #1800 #tragic accident #parents #orphan #mysterious #ward #hard #mansion #countryside #cruel intentions #care

[laufeysonsinterlude]

Nocturne

A/N: After watching the first episode I was inspired to bring tears. So sorry in advance. I haven't written in a while might I add and I did change the dialogue of the show around to fit a bit better.

Synopsis: In which Loki must watch the reel of his own life in order to try and save yours.

Warnings: Developed relationship, first episode SPOILERS, angst, mentions of death, description of death, blood, gore, tears from our favorite Prince.

All he had wanted was to escape. 

It should have been simple, grab the tesseract and revert to a place far from New York and the carnage he had caused. Instead, he was thrown into an intergalactic, war-criminal, court case sitcom where he was playing the leading role ( a villain as per usual ).

It was ridiculous, completely and utterly ridiculous to him. He found humor in the brown suits, witty replies, and lack of care for his own Godly stature. But such humor could only ward off anger for so long. 

“I was standing for affect.”

“Then by all means please...” Agent Mobius waved his arm out in a grand gesture for the prince to continue his futile attempt to assert any dominance he had left while wearing a dog collar.

“The point is defeated now.” Loki grumbled before complying and turning back towards the ever playing tape he was being forced to watch. 

Clips of his defeats and glorious triumphs played for him as Mobius chuckled and cheered on each past version of the raven haired prince. 

“I can't believe you were D.B. Cooper!” The silver-haired man hollered as he paused the tape. Loki groaned and rolled his eyes.

“I lost a bet to Thor.”

“Ahh... well let us continue then, perhaps onto something more serious?” The lack of amusement in the Agent’s tone made Loki’s spine stiffen. The picture on the wall faltered from that of skydiving in the 60′s, to a version of the dark prince he did not recognize. 

“You may want to take the stairs and then a left.” The double smirked as the image faded and was replaced by Frigga and ... dear God no.

“I do not believe these tricks you play.” Loki screamed as he flew out of his chair, effectively sending it flying across the room.

“Ah ah ah, there is only one trickster God in this room Mr. Laufeyson, and It Is not me. Please have a seat, you are about to miss the best part.” Before Loki could protest the collar he wore buzzed and he was reset to the chair he had discarded moments before.

The green eyed boy watched in horror as the dark elves laid his lifeless mother down before turning to the sobbing woman she was protecting.

“Her name was (y/n) correct?” Mobius comment was quiet, almost sullen as he watched Loki’s eyes flash across the screen and his hands clench the table at the sounds of your horrified screams.

“She was a mid guardian I think you call it?”

“Was? Where are they, where do you have them...this- this never happened!” He was desperate now, leaning across the table towards the man who was subjecting him to such deep torture. 

“Maybe not to you, but it did happen to the Loki that never escaped. You led the dark elves right to your mother and the girl in an attempt to get your brother killed.” Mobius was calm as he leaned back in his seat, watching as the elves violently ripped you to shreds. A much crueler fate than what Frigga was promised. 

“I would never- no.” Loki slumped back into his seat, a tear falling as the footage froze on your still face, a look of horror etched into eyes that would never blink again. 

“Perhaps not on purpose, but this was always meant to happen. It is the law of the universe, it is fate.” The images faded just as it cut to your bloodied hand gripping a small emerald snake, its smooth bodice tinged a deep crimson.

“I choose my own fate.” Loki growled as he slammed his fist on the table, breaking his eyes away from the now empty wall before him. Mobius simply sighed and stood from his chair. He grabbed his files and walked towards the door that led to places unknown to the godly prisoner he held.

“You may believe that all you want, but we know what will happen to you, and to the you that you were always meant to be.” And with that the man left the room to attend “urgent business”. 

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He was watching it on loop, your death, his mothers death, his father telling him how proud he was, and his own untimely ending in the hands of a purple giant.

“What have I done.” He froze the footage on the last horrific image of your face. Reluctantly he stood from his chair and walked towards it. Shakily the man raised his hand and reached out towards your tear-stained cheek. The image dissolved and his fingers went straight through. Letting out a rickety sob he fell to his knees and tears freely flowed down his cheeks, just as yours had as you laid dying in Frigga’s bedroom.

He could hear your screams, smell your blood, and taste the metal the dark elves pierced your flesh with.

“I can't change it can I, and I can't go back.” He mumbled, highly aware of Mobius who had reentered the room he was confined to.

“No. No you can not.”

Loki chuckled darkly and threw his head back to look at the ceiling. His palms were face up on his knees and his fingers curled into tight fists.

“Whats so funny? I know its not what you're watching.” Mobius commented stiffly as Loki stood, his back still turned to his captor.

“Burdened with glorious purpose...” Loki replied with another defeated chuckle, his eyes falling once more to the image before him as the man behind him turned it off, your fearful face slowly disintegrating forever.

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[goddessofmischief-blog1]

You can expect a new chapter soon..

#mr. laufeyson's ward #and yes i regularly write in cursive #and usually there are way more words crossed out and underlined

[burningarbiterheart]

Masterlist Part 2

Multichapter 

Across the divide - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23 - Chapter 24 - Chapter 25 - Chapter 26 - Chapter 27 - Chapter 28 - Chapter 29 - Chapter 30 - Chapter 31 - Chapter 32 - Chapter 33 - Chapter 34 - Chapter 35 - Chapter 36 - Chapter 37 - Chapter 38

That wasn’t the plan - Chapter 2

A new companion - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

I don’t love just anyone (but you’re not just anyone) - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

My goddess - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 Part 1 - Chapter 5 Part 2 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19

Lost in the cold - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Lokis and the minion - Chapter 2

Aiding and abetting - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Dangerous love - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23 - Chapter 24 - Chapter 25 - Chapter 26 - Chapter 27 - Chapter 28 - Chapter 29 - Chapter 30 - Chapter 31 - Chapter 32 - Chapter 33 - Chapter 34 - Chapter 35 - Chapter 36 - Chapter 37 - Chapter 38 - Chapter 39 - Chapter 40 - Chapter 41 - Chapter 42

Dance with the darkness - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

He will never love you like I do - Chapter 2

Fallen - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11

Blood bound - Chapter 2

Met with a zap - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19- Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23 - Chapter 24 - Chapter 25 - Chapter 26 - Chapter 27 - Chapter 28

A way out - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Ravished by a god - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

House of cards in the wind - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15

Becoming - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 -

Not my day - Chapter 2

F*cking marry me already - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13

A day in the life - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

Hunters moon - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Magical mishap - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Fear and other related emotions - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16

Mr Laufeysons ward - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15

Stolen virtues - Chapter 2

Right of first night - Chapter 2

The choice - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Kiss the bride - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 -

Owned by a ghost - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23 - Chapter 24 - Chapter 25 - Chapter 26 - Chapter 27 - Chapter 28 - Chapter 29 - Chapter 30 - Chapter 31 - Chapter 32 - Chapter 33 - Chapter 34 - Chapter 35 - Chapter 36 - Chapter 37

Freedom or lies - Chapter 2

Forbidden love - Chapter 2

Stolen foxes - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

[meganlpie]

Fic Recs (April 23rd)

Here’s you next fic recs, lovelies! It’s a long one!!! 

“An Owed Debt” written by @iwillbeinmynest. Steve brings May, the granddaughter of one of the Howling Commandos to Bucky’s place so the former assassin can keep an eye on her. (Avengers. The link it to Lady Kate’s Masterlist where you can find links to all 16 parts of An Owed Debt)

“Saerwyn and the 13 Dwarves” written by @princess-of-erebor1992. Saerwyn is the rightful ruler of her realm. However, her sister takes over and locks Saerwyn in a tower. The young ruler escapes and runs into a company of dwarves (Tolkien, AU)

“Not Your Moneypenny” written by @dilly-o-billy. Merlin’s secretary isn’t at all impressed by Eggsy’s flirting. What happens when she has to join him and Roxy on a mission? (Kingsman)

“Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward” 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 submitted to @imagine-loki. Victoria’s parents are killed in an accident and her new guardian, Mr. Laufeyson, is less than hospitable. (Avengers AU)

“Start” written by @justcallmecinammon. The reader is attacked by Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Draco comes to the rescue. (HP, angsty fluff)

“Convinced” written by @theinsandoutsofcastiel. Sam and Dean truly believe the reader is in love with one of them. They didn’t realize the reader was already with someone else. (SPN, humor)

“Chick Flick” written by @besslincoln-bruh. After Mick tells the reader about his childhood, they spend the say trying to cheer him up. (SPN, ALL THE FLUFF)

“Can’t Fight the Feeling” written by @kittenwritesstuff. Lucifer Morningstar meets a relative of Chloe. Too bad Chloe’s already warned her relative about him. (FOX’s Lucifer, angsty fluff)

“Comrades” written by @cataract-chalcedony. Harry needs help from the one woman he’d hoped to avoid calling. (Kingsman, angsty fluff)

“First Words” written by @skymoonandstardust. Bruce was confused about the words printed on his skin, until he finally meets his soulmate. (Avengers Soulmate AU, fluff)

“Best Teacher in the World” written by @effie-w. The reader goes to pick up her friend’s son from his kindergarten class where she meets the very handsome teacher. (SPN AU, fluff)

“Blanket Fort” written by @crimindsaspe. The reader makes a fort with her boyfriend Aaron’s son, leading to a PJ party. (Criminal Minds, fluff)

“Khal Drogo” written by @letsasoiaftogether. The reader, new to town, stops at a gas station where they meet the leader of the local motorcycle club, the Dothraki. (GoT, Modern AU.)

“Secrets” written by @readerxcharacter. The reader, Ciel’s cousin, is hopelessly in love…with Sebastian. (Black Butler, angsty fluff)

“Translations” written by @fandoms-writings. The reader is a slave and translator for Khal Drogo. He’s very protective of her. (GoT, angst with a teeny bit of fluff.)

There you have it, lovelies! If you have a fic you’d like me to read, send me an ask/message or tag me! Please no smut :) Happy reading and lots of love!

-Meg

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[imagine-loki]

Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 15

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit.

RATING: T

I hadn’t gone too far on my walk that afternoon. The place that I did venture to was a serene little spot underneath an oak tree: a location that I had been to many times with my master. I just needed some time to myself following the conversation that I had with Elsie, as it had made me uneasy about my imminent future once again. The truth was that I had somehow forgotten all about Lavinia, which was because Loki had not mentioned anything about her since the May Day picnic. The solitude of the quiet hour spent beneath the mighty tree allowed my spirits to be restored, and I grew joyous at the prospect of spending the approaching evening with Loki, Agnes and her family.

I once again used the servant’s entrance when I came back, and was greeted by the delicious smell of Mrs. Cunningham’s shepherd’s pie wafting out of the kitchens. I practically walked in a trance while following the smell, until I heard Mrs. Cunningham suddenly exclaim. “You mustn’t try that, master! It is still too hot!” I rounded the corner and entered the room, where I found Loki, Mrs. Cunningham and Dickon situated about the large cast iron stove, on which lied a large serving platter of the dish. My master let out a chuckle. “It is the perfect temperature for me, and as scrumptious as always, Petunia.” He winked towards her and she smiled broadly in return, evidently proud of her own cooking.

The three individuals then turned their attention to the newcomer in the room, as they had just noticed me at that moment. “Welcome back, Victoria.” Dickon said warmly, as he poured some water for me into a small glass from a dainty gold-rimmed carafe. I must have appeared flushed from my walk back home. “Thank you, Dickon.” I responded, while taking the cold glass into my hands before I imbibed the liquid in one gulp. Mrs. Cunningham took up the platter in her gloved hands, and she told us to promptly be on time for dinner, as to remind us not be tardy for our guests. She and her husband then filed out of the room.

“I expect you’d wish me to quickly change into some evening clothes for supper, sir?” I inquired once we were left alone. My master smiled. “No, there is no need to. Tonight shall be a casual occasion.” I then noticed that his eyes trailed over my entire body, from head to toe. “You do seem rather frazzled, my dear. Are you alright?” “I have exhausted myself on my walk. That’s all.” I turned my back to him in order to inspect my clothes and make myself more presentable. “I’m sure that some nourishment will help to reinstitute my vitality.”

When I turned back around, I found that he had silently sauntered over to stand right before me. “Your hands. Let me see them.” He directed. He held out his own two hands palm up, indicating me to place mine directly on top of his. My eyesight redirected upwards to meet his imposing green eyes, after which I gradually lowered my hands into his open palms.

All at once, our hands met. His thumbs ever so gently brushed at the outer sides of each of my index fingers while he tilted up my hands more so he could closely examine them. “How dirty your hands are Victoria, and just look at those fingernails! Tsk, tsk.” He berated, yet in a playful manner as a grin was plastered upon his thin lips. “It is no proper state for you to be in for our guests.” He continued to talk down to me with jest, before he guided me to the wash basin.

Warm water quickly trickled out of the spigot once he turned the taps. He guided my hands under the water before handing me a bar of lavender soap to wash my hands with. I proceeded to wash my hands thoroughly as he stood close to supervise me. “And don’t forget to scrub under those fingernails.” He pointed out as he crossed his arms about his chest and leant against the kitchen counter. “Yes, master.” I responded by glaring sternly at him while performing a small curtsey in his direction, which made him laugh.

Once I was finished, he handed me a clean washcloth to dry my hands with. Upon drying them, he cast the cloth aside and once again took my hands into his to observe them. “There, much better.” He praised with a smile and a pat on my right hand. “Now, shall we go up to dinner together? I know you must be hungry, hmm?” My urgent nods caused another sequence of his warm chuckles to cascade throughout the room.

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Many pleasant hours were spent in the company of the Blythe family throughout the next couple of days. We had traveled to the nearby farm the day after their arrival, and the Blythe’s had openly expressed their admiration for the property from afar before my master had the chance to conduct a tour.

I had allowed them to go forth while I lingered back. Agnes and her mother had desperately tried to keep up with the long, swift strides of the two men that were in deep conversation with one another. And as I stood there alone, my first extensive view of the farm cottage and the surrounding land placed me in a strange reverie.

It was then that I had pictured myself and my own parents walking up the hill towards the house. Them two arm and arm, while I, as usual, carried on by myself a distance away. Had they survived, what would my life had been like if we had moved here after all? I knew that I would not have minded the departure from London’s high society, but would we have been happy here together? Would they have grown to honestly express their feelings towards me, and openly love me?

And Loki? Would he have been an utter stranger to me? A man that I would only seen in passing? As I had looked upon him at that moment, I couldn’t bear to think of that idea. His sharp, elegant appearance and the way he was carrying himself in front of the Blythe’s had made it seem that he was not merely on the top of a rather insignificant hilltop, but on the top of the world. The mere thought of him no longer being a part of my life made me feel hollow inside, as though a vital part of me was absent and that my mere existence was somehow incomplete.

The Blythe’s eventually wished to move in as soon as possible, despite my master’s entreats for them to stay at Heathcote until all of their belongings were unpacked. They seemed rather impatient to move into their new home as a reunited family.

The farm cottage was already furnished from the previous owners, and the only monetary purchases to be made were the farm animals and new supplies. Mr. Blythe additionally searched for, and found, a strong and skillful farmhand named Benjamin who conveniently lived with his family within close proximity to the farm. Benjamin happened to be the same age as Agnes and I, and upon our first meeting with him, I had been greatly entertained to watch Agnes fall into a daze, in which she could utter no words. As a result, I had amusingly taken up the role of introducing her.

I continued to make trips over to the Blythe’s home to visit Agnes and see if they needed any further assistance with settling in, but I mostly passed the hours of the day at my master’s side once again. This restoration of things to what they had always been calmed me, and I held on to every moment that I spent with him with a quiet passion, as I did not know how much longer such moments would last.

I was convinced that he simply could no longer be mad at Lavinia’s immaturity and selfishness, and that surely he must have made things right with her once again. I knew that everything in my life at that present moment was temporary, and that my happiness could easily fritter away with the arrival of a particular letter, or of an unannounced visitor.

But no letter or visitor came, and because of this, I remained utterly content.

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May quickly turned to June, and on one night, just a few days before my eighteenth birthday, I found myself sitting at my desk in my bedroom. A single candle casted down a substantial amount of light on the volume situated before me. Due to how invested I was to the story I was reading, I had heard no footsteps lead up to my door, but only the solid knock that followed. I had jumped in my seat, given how unexpected the action had been at that hour. Nevertheless, I still responded promptly by shrugging on my dressing gown before preceding to the door.

On the other side stood my master, who I had left not an hour before. Seeing him again so soon made me believe that he had forgot to mention something of importance to me. I figured that he feared to hold onto the information until the next morning, as it could easily be forgotten.

“Hello, sir.” I said, pausing to take in the expression on his face. It was as though he was mystified by where he found himself at that present moment: as though his own two feet had brought him to my door on their own accord. “Do you wish to tell me something?” I further pressed.

As I asked him this, he avoided my eyes. Instead, he twiddled with the signet ring that sat upon his ring finger, while he admired the elaborate woodwork of my doorframe. He then dropped his hands rigidly to his side and made to depart. “No. I shouldn’t have come here. Goodnight.” He briskly answered as he turned away from me.

“Please. Don’t go, sir. Come inside. I was only reading.” I called out to him in the corridor, which was unusually bright that night due to the pale moonlight that cascaded through the massive windows lining the passage. This uncommon illumination had also caused him to leave his candlestick behind, given how he could navigate throughout the winding halls without one.

He pivoted his body slightly in the center of the hallway, as he remained inwardly conflicted as to where he thought to go. However, he shortly retraced his footsteps back towards my bedchamber. I stood against my door to allow him entry before I sealed the entryway once again. He had not been in my own chamber since those days when I had been afflicted with a fever. I stood out of the way as he walked around the room a bit, examining some of the minute changes that I had made - such as how I had shifted my desk to an available, and far more spacious, corner.

“You may sit here if you wish, sir.” I gestured towards to armchair situated before my fireplace, which was currently not in use as it was a mild evening in late spring. “No,” He stated stiffly. “I am most satisfied with standing.”

I sensed that something was wrong, but I did not have to courage to ask him about it at that moment. Instead, I made for my desk again, but he stopped me gently. “Have you brushed your hair just yet?” “No, sir. I have not.” “May I?” He requested. I paused and gazed at him curiously, before expressing my permission with a slight nod.

He followed me over to my vanity table and pulled out the small tufted stool that I had tucked away underneath the antiquated piece of furniture, whose dark mahogany color matched the elaborately carved bed frame and the other furnishings that filled my room. I thanked him before situating myself on the low seat. The oil lamp placed on a sconce to the right of the table allowed me to clearly observe his place behind me through the mirror. His right arm brushed against mine as he reached around my body to take up my sterling silver hairbrush, an item that I had had in my possession for many years.

His height domineered my seated figure in a way that almost made his face absent from his reflection that I studied, but as the ivory boar bristles made contact with my hair, these speculations ceased. I found myself falling into a quiet stupor with every soothing stroke of the brush. Each brushstroke was delivered slowly and carefully, and I soon found that my eyes could no longer remain open.

It was as through he was one of those snake charmers described in The Arabian Nights - his actions as consistent and hypnotic as the tune that emitted from the charmer’s flute. Not unlike the snake, I would also sway  backwards into my master’s sturdy body behind me after a single stroke was completed. I attempted to catch myself and situate myself more upright instead of making contact with his body, but I found that this eventually could not be helped.

I could not stop myself from behaving in such a entranced manner the further he progressed. Nor could I cease the heavy breaths that I emitted.

I assumed he had counted to one hundred before he finally stopped, but in my current condition, I could not tell. After the bristles coursed through my hair one last time, I fully fell back onto him, which caused him to let out a low chuckle.

I did not move, nor open my eyes for moments afterwards, as he further continued to tortuously run his fingers through my dark, brunette locks. I was soon granted deliverance from this overly euphoric state, however. His large hands fell from my hair to rest upon my shoulders, and it was then that I finally opened my eyes. “There, all done.” He spoke softly as I began to reawaken from the absent-mindedness that I had fallen under.

I was quite embarrassed, to say the least. It was as though I had entered into a Limbo and that I had momentarily lost all meaning of time and place. His hands lifted from my shoulders and he again picked up the hairbrush that he had just recently used. “This is a very beautiful hairbrush, and I can tell you have had it for many years, but it has various chips and dents in it…” He moved closer to the oil lamp and turned it over in his hand multiple times to examine it. “And the wooden base under the bristles is beginning to crack. I shall buy you a new one, along with an entire vanity set that matches. It shall be another gift for you on your birthday.” Thinking this over to himself, a satisfied smile settled across his visage.

“No!” I exclaimed, more loudly that I had intended. “No?” He laughed at my unexpected reaction. “Why ever not?” “Because it is in fine working condition, and you have other, more important, expenses to take care of…” I asserted. But as I recalled how he had once responded to a similar statement, I immediately regretted the latter part of what I had said.

“Expenses? What do you know of my expenses, Victoria?” His tone of voice then became much more grim. “And haven’t I warned you before? You are not to question me about what I do with my money, especially in regards to providing for you.” “You mustn’t spoil me, sir. You have your future wife to take care of, and I am sure she has many wants.” “My future wife?! Oh Victoria…”

He slowly placed the hairbrush back on the counter and wrung his hands with distress. He remained silent as he paced back and forth a few times in the available space that separated my vanity from my bed. “I-I can no longer take this.” He finally declared. “Tomorrow the futurity of your situation here, and what I wish from you, shall finally be addressed. Meet me in the garden before breakfast. Goodnight.”

As confused as I was, I could say nothing in response. I just continued to stare at the heavy door of my chamber, long after he had firmly closed it in his wake.

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