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(( This is based on my dear friend @tokoyamisstuff story "Scandal", which is a "Loki x Reader" Story. She stopped writing it because of horrible people who pressured to continue writing. I think the idea is really amazing and I had a different approach for it.))

((Alot of OOC, and screw Odin he can never be redeemed in my eyes))

Loki was madly in love with one of the ladies of the court, Lady (Y/n). She was the daughter of the not so known Nobel family who roamed around the castle now and then to serve the Royal family.

The first time he met her was by coincidence, as she had sneaked into the library, which is only for the Royal family, but Loki being the "Understanding" person he is, he agreed to keep her secret, in hopes of using this information to blackmail her to do his bedding. But the more time he spent with her, the more his feelings changed towards her, he saw as a friend, then a partner in crime, then finally he fell in love hard.

Loki no longer felt jealousy towards Thor because he had all the attention and friendship he could want from Lady (Y/n). He no longer desired the throne of Asgard because he had the whole world in his arms when he wrapped them around his beloved. Nothing and no one else nattered as he took care of his Lady-wife throughout her pregnancy, making many promises on how he would be a great father for their child, talking of the many things he would teach them, and assuring his wife that he would "Never" teach their child how to prank, which they both know is not true.

The second Prince had everything he ever wanted and would need, his world was perfect, but it all came crushing down the day of the birth.

He refused to leave the room as his wife gave birth, wanting to add her through it. He did not expect the scream of terror that the midwife let out as she held the babe, almost dropping it, and as he looked upon the newborn, he understood why. The baby boy has blue skin and red eyes, the appearance of a frost giant. Shock went through him as he left the room, ignoring the calls of his wife, who pleaded him to come back, his mother who waited outside took his place in, confused by her son who ignored her as he left them.

Loki went to their shared room, where he finally allowed his emotions to get out and trash everything, tears of anger poured from his eyes as realisation settle in, that Lady (Y/n), his best friend, his love, had betrayed him him with a frost giant, he doesn't know how or when, but the evidence he saw coming out of her womb was proof enough.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was confused, scared, and sad. He doesn't understand why he child is a frost giant. She thought maybe her babe was cursed or maybe she ate something that she shouldn't have, but she couldn't ignore that the fact is still there, that this blue crying babe in her arms was her son. She called for Loki, wanting to see him to talk to him to assure him that she didn't commit the great sin of betraying her beloved husband. But the only one who came forward was Queen Frigga, who put magic around the babe so that (Y/n) can touch them without being harmed by his ice powers.

"I did not betray Loki, I swear it! Queen mother, please believe me! I love Loki too much to commit such a thing!"

"Don't worry, my child, I believe you."

When (Y/n) heard those words, she was a bit calm, confident that the Queen would find her husband and talk to him to come back to her so they can discuss what happened to their son. She didn't expect that the next time she would see Loki would be in a courst room, standing in front of Odin and other members of the Court, in a trial to judge her her for her "Betrayal" of not only her husband who was the second Prince of Asgard but also of the "Betrayal" of Asgard itself for if she was able to meet a frost giant to commit such sin, she must have been able to betray them in other ways.

"You are here by sentenced to be exiled from Asgard permanently."

"No! I did not betray anyone! Please, Loki, look at me! I never did that!" Loki looked away, his eyes filled with pain, she turned to Frigga. "Queen mother, please, you belive me-"

But Frigga only gave her a sorrowful look as she averted her eyes away in guilt. The only person who stood by her was Thor.

"Father, we have known Lady (Y/n) for centuries before she met my brother. She has always been a loyal and devoted subject of Asgard. I can not accept even the possibility of her betraying us. There must be another reason for the child to be-"

"SILENCE!" Odin booming voice, echoed throughout Asgard. "It is not up for discussion, for it is clear that she can not be trusted, not anymore."

"Then please punish me, not my son. He is but a babe and holds no blame."

"Don't worry, for you and your babe shall go to where you belong... in jotunheim."

"NO! PLEASE!!... LOKI!! LOKI PLEASE! YOU KNOW I WOULD NEVER DO SICH A THING TO YOU!! PLEASE! HE IS OUT SON-"

Her words were cut off as Loki left the courtroom, refusing to meet her eyes as she was being dragged away by gaurds. The only person who wanted to act was Thor, who was held back by his mother. In the Bifrost bridge, Thor was able to wrap around her a heavy coat, hopping that it would keep her warm enough for they didn't even give her a chance to wear anything proper before her sentence.

In jotunheim, (Y/n) wondered for hours, walking around in hopes of finding anything or anyone that could help them. Hiding behind rocks when seeing beasts hunting. During that, almost half her fast as well ass her left arm was numb from frost bites she was sure parts of her skin broke from the heavy cold but she did not care as long as her son was safe. She was exhausted and just wanted to lay down and sleep, but she refused to succumb to it, but it wasn't until she saw a frost giant coming her away that his weapon held up at her demanding how and why she was there. The only thing she could do with her left eye now completely shut is to lift her son to him with her left arm shaking, barley being able to move it.

"P ..please.....mmm...m....my...my son...."

Then everything turned black.

When (Y/n) woke again, she felt warm, slolwy looking around she saw how she was covered in heavy furr, and in the middle of the room there was large controlled fire that kept the room warm. She was still in a daze that it took a while for her to realise that her body was bandaged, but when she came to her senses, the first thing she asked for was her son. Luckily, in the room with her, she was a female frost giant who looked a bit smaller and different than the first one she met. She assured her she was safe and even ordered to bring the child from nursery so she could hold him to calm her further. (Y/n) cried in relief as she saw her son sleeping peacefully.

She was so focused on her son that she didn't notice when Laufey came into the room to speak with her and know the origin of the babe in her arms.

"Now, tell me little one, how did you come here, and more importantly, where did you get him?" He said pointing to your son.

(Y/n) would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid, but looking around her and at herself, she assured herself that he doesn't want to harm her, so she speaks. She speaks of her punishment, the reason behind it, of her husband, who turned her back on her.

"The Queen Frigga did nothing."

"Yes, she kept assuring me that my child was Loki's, but during the trial, she said nothing."

"Well, of course, Frigga does have a good heart, but she would hide away if it meant aiding her coward husband."

"What ... what do you mean?"

"Oh, you poor thing, of course you don't know the truth, nor does your husband know of his true origin. For your see, Loki is my son."

Seeing the confused and shocked look, the king explained and revealed the truth. Centuries ago, during the great was between Asgard and Jotunheim, his beloved Queen, who was from a tribe of smaller frost giants, was giving birth to their son, but unfortunately, she died during child birth. Consumed and blinded by his grief, the king left the child in an abandoned temple. However, when he came back to his senses and returned for the babe, he found the temple had fallen, and he assumed that his son had died in it.

"I never forgave myself, and refused to take another after her, I was just waiting for the time when I would go and meet them in the afterlife. But now here you are in front of me, holding a jotunheim babe, claiming it's your husband's who is the second prince."

"Are you....are you saying that...that Odin..."

"Odin probably found Loki when he was a babe, and instead of returning him to me, he kept him claiming him as his son."

"B... But why?!...why would he do that?? Why would he hide his origin from him?... Why would... my child...he was ready to kill me and my child to hide this secret. What would he do when Loki finds the truth, was he planning to keep it a secret his entire life?!"

"You have the right to feel this outrage towards him, Odin always puts his own interest before others. Unfortunately, I also don't know his reasons."

"......what now?"

"What do you mean?"

"What will you do? Now that you know that....that your son is alive and that he lives on Asgard, not knowing the truth....That you have his wife...previous wife...with you here with his son, your grandson. What will you do?"

"....I heard stories of the woman who stole the heart of the god of mischief. I believe that he might come here searching for you."

"You mean for my corpse?" She replied bitterly. "He turned his back on me."

"He didn't know the truth."

"He didn't even give me a chance to speak to him. Even when Odin gave the sentence, he didn't even dare to show a hint of remorse or hesitation or even attempt for a lighter the sentence. He abandoned me... if he abandoned me like this without a question, that means he has always doubted me..."

"... if he did come for you, what would you want to happen?"

(Y/n) was shocked that Laufey was even giving her the free option on what to do, to the son he thought he lost no less. But she was still grateful that at least this king was giving her a chance, unlike Odin, who she followed blindly.

"I don't want to see him... Even if he found out the truth... he made his choices."

(Y/n)'s emotions were running high after giving birth, and immediately going through what she did would force her to make hasty action. But as she looked down at her son, whose skin changed colour after she touched him, she assumed it was Frigga's magic so she could touch her son without being affected, she understood that this was no longer about what's good for Loki but what is good for her son, and if it means to stay in Jotunheim to keep him safe from the horrors of Asgard so be it. She is no longer the wife of Loki Odinson but the mother of Liam Crown Prince of Jotunheim.

It was a month after the trial that Loki No longer could stand the hole that was left by his Lady-wife. He was too attached to her. He loved her so much. At first, he tried to force himself to forget her,reminding himself again and again of her infidelity, but then he didn't even care if she betrayed him or not, the sound of her cries for him hunted him every second of his existence, her tearful eyes hunted his dreams. He wanted her back. Even if it meant to be exiled with her, he did not care he just wanted his beloved (Y/n).

That's how he found himself standing in front of Laufey after being dragged by frost giants who found him roaming around their territory, looking for her.

"You have come a long way, Asgardian."

"Where is she?" Loki demanded not being intimidated by the Jotunheim king.

"Where is who?"

"My wife! She was here with an infant, where is she!"

"Ah, you mean the woman whom you left for death? No, I haven't. "

His words triggered Loki as he used his magic to teleport himself to be near Laufey enough to press his dagger against his neck.

"If you did as much as harm a hair on her head I will-"

His angry words were cut off as Laufey took hold of his wrist, and instead of his arm freezing to the bone, it was only his clothes that good shattered, but his arm was fine, that wasn't the only thing that shocked him as he saw his skin turn blue. When Loki pulled his arm away, the king let him go, and he watched as his blue skin slowly turned back. The Prince still looked shocked as his eyes looked from his arm back to Laufey.

"What kind of magic-"

"It is no magic of mine, but rather the magic of Asgard." Loki looked at him confused. "If you seek answers, I advise you to go to the all father for them."

Back on Asgard Loki goes immediately to the Vault to where the Casket is, not noticing that behind him was Odin, who knew of Loki's travel to Jotunheim and hurried after him after knowing of his return. Seeing him near the Casket terrified, he tried to stop him, but it was too late. Loki found the truth.

"Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me??

"You were an innocent child-"

"Oh, don't act like you care for the fate of an innocent infant now. You took me for a purpose. What was it?"

When Odin doesn't answer, Loki lost it.

"TELL ME!!"

"I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter."

"So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me."

"Why do you twist my words?"

"You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn't you?"

"You are my son. My blood. I wanted only to protect you from the truth."

"Protect me? By hiding who i am from me, by allowing me to marry an amazing woman who you knew our children would be like me, and instead of telling me the truth then you decided to stay quite and tell lies of her being untrustworthy and disloyal to keep your image in front of your people. Why?because I am the monster parents tell their children about at night? You don't want Asgard to know you have a monster for a son?"

"Don't-"

"It all makes sense now. Why you favoured Thor all these years."

"Listen-"

"Because no matter how much you claim to "love" me, you could never have a Frost Giant for a son, or having his offspring running around and forced to claim them as grandchildren ,or even the chance of one of them sitting on the Throne of Asgard!"

During Odin's sleep, Loki was so consumed with rage and hatred that he planned to kill Thor so his "parents" could feel the same pain he felt. So he constructed a plan, he tricks Thor into taking the challenge of living as a Midgardian, leaving his hammer in Asgard to assure he won't cheat. And Thor does, and during his time there, after meeting jane and the others, Loki sends assassins and killer tools to end Thor.

In the end, Thor was safe. Seeing he is unable to kill, Thor Loki goes to try and Kill Odin himself, but he gets caught by his mother, who used her powers to stop him.

"Why would you do all this to your family, brother?"

"I am not your brother, and you are no family of mine, not after you tried to kill my own."

Thor was confused by everything, but Frigga understood, and she cried as she apologized profusely to Loki. But it was for no use as he escaped Asgard completely. After Odin was awake, he tried to swipe everything under the rug and claim that Loki simply went mad after the betrayal of his wife, but Frigga puts her foot down and tells the truth to everyone, of what happened, or Loki's origin, and how Lady (Y/n) was innocent.

After the news spread wide, Odin tried to save face by sending soldiers along with Thor to bring her back, only to be met with Laufey and his own soldiers trying to chase them away from Jotunheim. But Thor wouldn't budge, not after learning that she was with Laufey.

"Return who you took Laufey or else!"

"...."Who I took?"...if I remember correctly, it was you Asgardians who banished her and her newborn to my realm in the hopes for her and her child's end." He mocked the Prince, which only made him lift his hammer to fight until a voice called.

"Please do not taunt the prince your majesty, for he has short temper and might start a new war."

It was (Y/n) who came out from where she was hiding with handmaidens following shortly. But her face was covered with a hood, but it didn't make Thor any less happy to see and hear her again. He tried to come close, but the frost giants stopped him and (Y/n) allowed it.

"I'm not coming back to Asgard."

"...But ...but why?"

"Are you truly asking me why? After everything I went through?"

(Y/n) revealed her face and the sight hurt Thor. There were scars from the frostbites littering the left side of her face. Her left eye was stuck, being half lidded while the right eye could open and close normally.

"If it wasn't for King Laufey who added me in time, I would have died a long time ago along with my son. I know you mean well Thor, after all, you were the only one who came to my defence against your own father, but will not return to the king who punished me for a crime he knew I didn't commit, to a queen who turned a blind eye for the sake of her king.... and to a husband who turned his back on me on the first sign of doubt."

"Loki still loves you! He never forgot you!"

"He should because I hold no love for him anymore."

"...you...you don't mean that."

".....goodbye Thor." She turned and left, ignoring Thor's calls for her.

(( After the events of the Avengers and Loki being captured))

The only reason Loki took control of Thanos army is because he wanted to build a new world for (Y/n) and their son. A kingdom just for them, away from anyone that could harm them, a haven for his beloved family. It was all delusions caused by his time being tortured under the mad titan.

After his capture, Odin wanted nothing more than to just imprison Loki away but Frigga and Thor were there defending him.

"He tried to kill me."

"And you tried to kill (Y/n) along with thier son."

It was Thor who spoke this time. And reluctantly, Odin allowed loki to meet his mother and brother during his imprisonment. He didn't react to them at first at their attempt to speak with him. Even when his mother provided him with comfort he did not react, it wasn't until Thor mentioned (Y/n) that Loki finally not only looked at him but also spoke.

"You saw her?"

"Yes, I did"

"Where was she? Is she hurt? How is my son?" He threw one question after another.

He explained to him that she was in Jotunheim under King Laufey's protection, that she was well, aside from the scares, which he could see Loki physically flinch at the mention of them, feeling guilt that his love was hurt because of his rash actions.

"I need to see her."

"I'm afraid you can't brother."

"Then bring her to me, tell her that everyone knows now that doesn't need to hide away among the Jotunheims."

"You don't understand, brother. She is aware that everyone on Asgard knows the truth, including you... She just refused to return her, not after everything, including returning to you."

This broke Loki.

He refused to believe that she gave up on him, so he wrote a letter with many oages and gave it to Thor to give it to her personally. Only for his brother to return with the letter back not even opened. He tried again and again, not only letters but also sent Symbolic gifts that he hoped would ignite her love for him again and remind her of what they had.

The last gift he sent were Heliotrope flowers, the same flowers he gave her the day he asked for her hand. It was their thing to communicate through flower language, giving each other one flower that could explain their deepest feelings without having to speak it.

Loki prayed to the gods that she would accept it, but his hopes were shattered when Thor returned again, but this time, his head was down in shame, as he showed him the flowers but they weren't returned as they were like the previous gifts but were torn.

"She got really angry, and Laufey banished me out of Jotunheim. I can not return there even if I wanted to, I'm sorry, brother."

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was crying angry tears. The last gift felt like an insult. How dare he try to proclaim his "Eternal love" to her after hurting her so much. It hurt her receiving those gifts that only pained her as she remembered each memory they held in them, her memories when her and Loki were blindly in love, but the flowers were the last straw that broke her for they held the memory of what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.

Laufey was enraged when he saw her cry, he come to care for (Y/n) as the daughter he never had. He first cared for only only because she was the mother of his grandson, but with time, she became more than just that, even declared her a princess of Jotunheim. So the princes to try and use those gifts to guilt trip her into returning was unforgivable.

And by his words, Asgard was completely cut off from Jotunheim.

For years, Loki was depressed. Dark thoughts filled his mind as he came to the realisation that he had lost everything. Thor and Frugga tried to cheer him up. They even went as far as forcing Odin to set him free to return to his old life, back to his freedom, but it only worsened his condition as people in the court started looking at him even more wearily than before becoming of his origin, his day to day life felt empty, and even his room who he used to hide in for comfort felt cold for the one who always comforted him was (Y/n) and she was gone.

One day, Haiemdal cane into the courtroom, saying how Laufey sent a massage. The mention of the King caught the attention of the royal family, especially Loki, who stood face to face to him.

"He said that he hopes that we will accept to renew the treaty between Asgard and Jotunheim."

"For what reason?" It was Odin who asked, and as much as everyone wanted to scold him for doubting a peace offering, they also we curious of the reason.

"It appears that the crown prince Liam wishes to know his father."

Those words made Loki cry with joy. His son wanted to meet and come to him. Such news made everyone at high alert. Many preparations were done to welcome the prince. They prepared a room filled with everything a boy his age might enjoy. They prepared a feast just for him, and many more things that the prince might find enjoyable. A bug celebration just for him.

Loki, Thor, and Frigga were in the middle of the rainbow bridge waiting patiently. Loki wanted to wait inside the bifrost by Frigga, which forced him against it, for they didn't know what reaction they would get. Once the bifrost stopped working, they could see coming out of it were few frost giants who stood gaurd as they shielded who was coming behind them. Loki was nervous as he knew very well who they were shielding. He fixed himself and stood straight as the gaurds finally came to a stop and moved away to make way for another frost giant who was smaller than them, but this one was special as he carried none other than princess (Y/n), whose face was covered with a heavy hood. The frost giant knelt down so she would be able to come down.

"Welcome, (Y/n), I am happy to see you well again."

"...Queen Frigga." She replied simply with a nod, her voice nonchalant.

Hearing her voice again made Loki weak on the knees. He wanted nothing more than to run to her and hold her in his arms as he apologized against and again, begging her to return to him. But he stayed quite not trusting his voice.

"Sister! I'm really happy to see you again! Please come we made quite the feast for you both, come and let me tell you of my adventures in midgard."

"That won't be necessary as I will not be staying here."

"You won't?" Asked Frigga with sorrowful look.

"No, I won't." (Y/n) started. "As I said last time, I won't be stepping in Asgard ever again. The only reason I am here to see MY son off and to assure his safety."

Loki flinched at the emphasis.

"M..my love-"

"Don't you even dare."

That made Loki flinched again at her harsh tone.

"I am no longer an Asgardian... nor am I your wife..."

"No, you will always be much more than that."

At those words (Y/n), finally let down her hood, allowing Loki and Frigga to see the scars that Thor spoke them off and that made guilt erupt in Loki as he unknowingly moved forward wanting to examine the scars, to kiss them and comfort his beloved, only to be blocked by frost giants who used his weapon to stop him. But (Y/n) was still visible, and he could see the deep frown she had as she looked at him before turning away.

"Liam, you can come now sweetheart."

From the back, a small figure came forward, and Odin's family eyes widened in awe at what they saw. Standing there was a boy who looked 12 years of age, he looked at the spitting image of Loki aside from a few features of (Y/n).

Liam looked at them with equal awe, but his eyes focused on the prince in green. When he was young, he was always curious about who his father was. He never lacked a father figure as his grandfather filled that role perfectly, but there was always something that he longed for. So a few months ago, when he finally asked his mother of who his father was, (Y/n) didn't want to make the same mistake that Odin made and told him everything.

"I might not hold the same feelings I had in the past... but I know that he still cares for you deeply, so don't let our reasons for separation hold you back to what you want. If you wish to meet him, then I am all for it."

Liam was hesitant at first, but after a conversation with his grandfather, Liam decided that he wanted to meet Loki, so that he can decide whether he wants to continue to have him in his life or cut him off like his mother did.

Liam ran to his mother and hugged her, causing her to giggle as she hugged him back. Loki's heart melted at the scene, wanting to join the hug. Liam turned to Loki and walked up to him, forna second Loki thought that his son wanted to hug him too only to be met with a raised hand.

"Hello, my name is Liam (Y/n)son, crown prince of Jotunheim, and from what I am told your son."

He chuckled at his own joke, making Loki smile proudly at him as he held his hand for a shake. When their hands touched, their skin started to change to blue. Loki was silently horrified as he never accepted his Jotunheim self, unlike Liam, who only chuckled as he let go of his father's hand.

"Sorry, the spell always breaks when I touch other Jotunheims."

Loki's skin turned back to normal, but Liam's stayed the same, which confused not only Loki but also Frigga and Thor. So (Y/n) stepped in to explain as she wrapped her around around her son.

"Liam has control over his appearance. He can switch from Asgardian to Jotunheim."

"My Asgardian appearance is just an illusion. I will always be a Jotunheim."

Liam proclaimed proudly, having no issues with his Jotunheim appearance, unlike Loki, who gave a weary look, not knowing how he should feel.

"Liam, why don't you go and .ake sure you have everything." When her son left back to his luggage (Y/n) to Loki and gave his a warning. "The only reason I am allowing this is because Liam deserves to make his own decisions, and I'll support him through. But I'm warning you, Odinson, and to those who hear me that if ANY harm comes to my son from ANYONE or ANYTHING, I will personally make you regret your existence. Am I understood?"

"O..Of course my lov- I mean your highness." He corrected himself when he saw her frown deepen.

Before leaving, (Y/n) hugged her son goodbye before going back to the frost giant who carried and left, leaving 2 frost giant gaurds to protect the crown prince, proving further that she doesn't trust them.

"Why is the frost Giant carrying her everywhere?" Asked Thor.

"My mother can't walk long distances." Liam hesitantly explained. "Because she was in Jotunheim's cold, not properly protected her muscles and bones aren't that strong, the healer says the only reason she is still able to walk was because she kept moving."

Images of (Y/n) fighting the cold weather with their son in her arms hunted Loki, imagining all the worst ways that she might have suffered because of him, feeling dread creeping on him as his breaths quickened slowly and so did his heart rate. But hearing his son call him pulled him out before it can consume him again.

As he looked down at Liam, Loki swore that not only would he be a great father to him but also to try and win (Y/n)'s heart again so his son may get the loving family that he deserves. As they made their way to Asgard, he started thinking of all those ways that he could tempt Liam with to stay more with him and hoping it would also persuade (Y/n) to come back.

....

I couldn't sleep until I could write this. This is one of my long imagines. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry that the timeliness doesn't make sense.

#loki x reader #jotun loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x f!reader #loki x female reader #I wrote this instead of sleeping

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lokiinmediasideblog · 28 days

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Thinking about which sibling Hela would resent the most, had she interacted more with them, and I think it would be Loki.

1.He looks so much like her. I feel like judging from events in TR, such as Loki usurping the throne and being pointed out to be "Odin-like", she would make the incorrect assumption that he was the favored heir at some point (and Loki would not correct her).

2. It's in Loki's best interest to hide that he's a Jotun foundling. Hela would react horribly to this because a. she has a history of genocide and Jotuns are "monsters" and b. Hela would resent that a "monster" was given a place in the family after she, the biological daughter and rightful heir to the throne, was cast out.

The only times I can see Hela not resenting Loki so much or trying to kill Loki is if we believe those theories that they're both partially Jotun, or that Hela is Loki's mother and had him with Laufey. In those instances, they would bond over how Odin fucked them over.

#mcu!loki #mcu!hela

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alyceinwonderland777 · 6 months

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Face to face with your mistakes

Pairing: Ravonna x President Loki

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS TWO SPOILERS AND SOME SPICY CONTENTS

After being pruned, Ravonna woke up and began to explore the Void. She sighed in shock as she thought back to the nonsense she had been told by the TVA that the Time Keepers were turning the Void into a utopia. If that horrible place was a utopia then Hell was like Hawaii.

Ravonna continued walking until she started to feel like she was being watched. A shiver ran down her spine. She remembered that this was where the pruned variants ended up and she was the former TVA judge who even before becoming a judge was an hunter who arrested countless variants, so a revenge-hungry variant had probably recognized her and wanted to make her pay.

Ravonna looked around and noticed little emerald eyes watching her from among the trees.

Ravonna: Who's there? *She asked fearfully*

A very long green snake came out from among the trees. His eyes were yellow and wicked and his teeth were sharp as daggers.

Ravonna trembled with fear. She was a very brave woman, but if there was one thing she feared, it was undoubtedly snakes. She wanted to run away, but her body was petrified. The snake got closer and closer to her and began to wrap her in its coils. She trembled with terror and hot tears fell from her eyes.

The snake bit her on the neck, but its venom was not deadly. Its venom put the victim into a deep sleep for at least an hour. Ravonna dozed off and the snake laid her gently on the grass.

In that moment President Loki emerged from the trees and sneered.

President Loki: Well done Aristotle. *He said petting the snake's head*

President Loki picked up Ravonna and headed with her to his refuge followed by Aristotle.

Arriving at his refuge President Loki laid Ravonna on his bed, took her TempPad and cuffed her wrists to the bedpost with golden handcuffs.

Thanks to a spell he had recently learned his hand had grown back.

President Loki began to look at the TVA files through Ravonna's TempPad while she was sleeping.

After about an hour Ravonna woke up.

President Loki: Oh you are finally awake, my dear Judge Renslayer! *He said marking the last two words*

Ravonna recognized him immediately.

Ravonna: Why am I here? *Ravonna asked trying to free herself from the handcuffs*

President Loki: There's no point in struggling. Only I can free you. *He said with an evil grin*

Ravonna: What do you want?

President Loki: I just want to talk to you a little. *He said with a grin on his face*

Ravonna: What do you want to talk about? *She asked slightly intimidated*

President Loki: Oh nothing important, just about the fact that your disgusting organization took my dream away from me! *Said furiously referring to his presidential position*

Ravonna's eyes widened. The Nexus Event of that variant was precisely the fact that he had become president of the United States. His timeline didn't foresee this.

Ravonna: That position didn't belong to you!

President Loki: And who decided this? You? And exactly who do you think you are?

Ravonna: Your timeline didn't predict that you would become president!

President Loki: So what?

Ravonna: This constituted a Nexus Event!

President Loki: Again, SO WHAT? What would have happened if you hadn't arrested me?

Ravonna: Death and destruction, that's what would have happened!

President Loki burst out laughing. His laugh was wicked and maniacal.

President Loki: Oh no, finally a president who would fix America! What a tragedy! *He teased her*

Ravonna: If we hadn't reset your timeline, there would have been a catastrophe!

President Loki: Oh yes yes of course! How? Tell me! How was my being the President of the United States going to cause a catastrophe, huh?

Ravonna: Numerous branches would have arisen and this would have led to a multiversal war!

President Loki: Oh yes? And who would have been in charge of this war? Who is the enemy to fight?

Ravonna didn't know what to say. The TVA's brainwashing was so powerful that she never even asked herself a question about it.

Ravonna: I-I...

President Loki began to put two and two together. Since he was arrested he immediately had a strange feeling about TVA employees.

President Loki: *Gently lifted Ravonna's chin and placed two fingers on her temple* If you turn your eye towards the light, it will lead you away from the darkness.

President Loki began to enchant Ravonna. He explored her brain, bringing all her suppressed memories to the surface.

Just like Sylvie, President Loki had the power to enchant people.

Bitter tears fell from Ravonna's innocent eyes. Her obsession with control and power had clouded her mind. She even went so far as to kill Dox and her squad.

She finally began to understand. She finally began to see the light.

After finishing enchanting her President Loki freed her from the golden handcuffs.

Ravonna curled up and cried. Anger, desperation, frustration and sadness exuded from her tears. President Loki stroked her back.

Ravonna rested her head on President Loki's shoulder. He held her tightly to him.

President Loki: I immediately had a strange feeling about that damned organization, and evidently I was right.

Ravonna: The cunning of a Loki is peculiar. *She said with a smile*

President Loki smiled. His face was very close to Ravonna's. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Their tongues met in a passionate dance. Ravonna put her arms around his neck and President Loki wrapped his arms around Ravonna's waist.

The clothes came off in no time. The God of Mischief and the former TVA judge were hungry for each other. Their souls were chained to each other. Lips, nails, limbs. It was no longer clear which were Loki's and which were Ravonna's. They were at the height of pleasure.

Once their desire was fulfilled they lay down in bed, panting and sated.

President Loki held Ravonna close to his chest.

President Loki: We will fix everything, I promise.

Ravonna smiled and kissed him. He kissed her back as he caressed her back. Ravonna rested her head on Loki's chest and closed her eyes. Loki closed his eyes and they both fell into Nótt's arms.

That was just the beginning of their strong and eternal love. A bond that nothing and no one could ever break.

#President Loki #Ravonna Renslayer #Judge Renslayer #TVA #Time Variance Authority #Lokislayer #Loki x Ravonna #Ravonna x Loki #Tom Hiddleston #Gugu Mbatha Raw #Loki series #loki season 2 #marvel #mcu #fanfiction

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contentment-of-cats · 3 months

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Just give me the coffee, I will do the rest.

Loki is settling in. Mostly, he wants to eat and sleep. The few times I have let him out of the Borg Cube, he's been out for 10 minutes, gets overstimulated, and runs back to his Safe Place. Right now he is learning how to play with toys, and loves his scratching posts and pads. He's been through so much. I have asked that the ex get a visit from his karma.

Unpleasant Subject Ahead

Another thing that this whole thing has driven home is how important it is to get your affairs in order - even if you don't have cancer. Loki's mom was getting a divorce and fell so ill so fast that she was unable to make her own medical decisions within days of admission. Even if you are getting a divorce, even with an actual protective order, your spouse is still the legal default person to make decisions for you. They are your legal heir. If you don't have a legal spouse (marriage certificate), it's your adult children, if you have no kids then your parents make those decisions even if you're a legal adult. If you have no immediate family, then your extended family gets called in.

Power of attorney legal and medical

Will for personal property

Living trust for investments and real estate

Medical orders (supersede those of the POA) such as Do Not Resuscitate

A health care directive like this one.

It's hard to think about, but when your surviving extended family is a mess (like mine) you want these things in order. Hell, have them notarized so that a judge can look at the plaintiff and say, "What the hell is the matter with you?"

Golden Treadmill

I'm strapping myself in with another 'write to spec' contract. Yep, it's more porn. I negotiated for one every six weeks from February to November. I need to visit Amazon and stock up on barf bags and brain bleach. I did say that I won't write noncon or (yes, this is a thing) racist tropes. It's hard for me to write hardcore body horror. I might be writing horrible porn in order to pay off my medical bills that makes my pussy slam shut like an angry clam, but I have standards. That being said, the editor delivered the advance to my freelance bank account and the outline to my inbox.

Whoo boy.

In my defense, I did not know that 'monster fucking' was commercially viable.

Cat in the Kitchen

Rediscovering food has been a wonder. As promised, my rearranged innards make it trial and error, but the errors seem to be self-correcting. Gut flora does come back, but I have not been brave enough to venture into my spicy Indian, Chinese, and Mexican foods.

I've been making casseroles/hotdish because they freeze well and sometimes the fatigue renders me incapable of anything other than pushing a button.

For casseroles/hotdish you need:

Vegetables: Frozen works fine. Canned is saltier, so if you go canned use 'less salt' brands. If you are using mushrooms, frozen, fresh or dried is best. I find canned mushrooms have a very weird metallic taste.

Starch: Potatoes, rice, pasta/noodles, bread. Yes, tater tots count.

Protein: Can be vegetable protein, beans, canned tuna or salmon, or meat. Smoked salmon is delicious in casseroles and soup, so I go to my local deli on Friday to get lox ends and trimmings.

Sauce: Canned soups (cream of ____), jarred or canned pasta sauce, or packaged cooking sauces and gravies.

Topping: Cornflakes, tater tots, cheese, potato chips, stuffing, etc.

Flavor: Dried herbs, onion and celery, garlic, spices.

Slowcooker meals are great, too, and follow the same rules as casseroles/hotdish. But my favorite caserole dish is my Gran's Lancashire hotpot - lamb neck chops, potatoes, onions, and more sliced potatoes on top for a crispy lid.

Back to work.

#life in general #cats #writing #food #legal health stuff

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Burn The World

In honor of my amazingly wonderful best friend's birthday, I decided to try something a little different. I did a bit of research to try and get this as correct as I could despite never seeing any of the movies or knowing about it lol. So hopefully it's not horrible. @hela224

Summary: Thor's girlfriend has a somewhat complicated relationship with his brother. It's not complicated to Loki. He perfectly understands what's going on, and is willing to admit it. Angie however is in denial, but he's willing to do whatever it takes to get her to admit it.

Angelina looked around the windowless room slowly, trying to see if there was a way she could get out. She shouldn’t be there in the first place. She had no special powers like the friends she had gotten close with over the last year. They didn’t ever want her involved in these types of things. Especially Thor since they had started dating a few months ago. He had become increasingly protective over her. The last thing he wanted to do was put her in danger when she had no real way of defending herself. But they knew that Loki was hiding something. He would never tell them what he was planning or what he had going on, but he never flat out denied anything. They had been trying to get it out of him for weeks when he happened to come around to try and “bond with his brother”, but they were only met with sarcastic answers. Currently, there was havoc in the city. Loki of course had something to do with it, despite him trying to see he really wasn’t as evil as he used to be. Telling his brother that he really would much rather have an alliance with him than be against each other. So Angie knew she had some time. She had the ability to get into mansion. She may not be a super hero, but she still had stealthy to get around all of the security cameras and traps he had set around. All she needed to do was get in, get some information, and get out. She decided she was going to look. She didn’t ask, she knew she’d be told no. So she just told Thor if they weren’t back by a specific time, then she was going to the mansion. She was tired of sitting around doing nothing when she knew there was something she could do to help.

Now she was standing in what must have been Loki’s “office” of domination judging by all of the screens around the room and large computers with buttons and keyboards. She hadn’t been able to break any of his passcodes to get onto anything. And nothing on any of the monitors gave her any idea of what he had been planning, it ownly showed her what he was keeping an eye on. Though that wasn’t a new thing for him. She heard movement on the outside of the door and turned towards the door. The walls were oddly covered in steel. Fluorescent sabers placed along the wall every few feet only dd enough of a job to light up the room in shadows. Just enough to see the outline of Loki walking into the room, his cape flowing behind him. She took a deep breath, knowing there was no way she would be able to hide from him.

“Angelina darling, if you wanted a spare key to my place, all you had to do was ask,” He commented to while he strode around to his desk as if he wasn’t taken aback by her presence at all.

“Funny how you haven’t offered your own brother that,” She replied.

Loki chuckled. “Who says I haven’t? It’s not up to me whether or not he accepts my offer. Besides, it would save you from rolling around in my bushes like some sort of ninja and risking tracking mud on the floors.”

Angelina’s face slightly dropped. He looked up from what he was doing and seemed to take pride in her changed expression.

“What? You didn’t think I didn’t know you were here did you?” He let out a deep amused laughed. “Darling I see everything that goes on in this house. If I didn’t turn off the security measures you would not be standing here right now. And neither would I actually.”

“What? Why?”

“Well if you hadn’t noticed, I was kind of in the middle of something. But being alerted that someone was trying to break into my house, I had to leave. So why don’t you tell me what it is you’re doing here and save us both a lot of time.”

Angelina had never been afraid of Loki. Supervillain or not. She wasn’t one to back down to people that were being a jerk to her and her friends. She may have held her tongue around him more than around other people just because of how easily he could kill her if he wanted, but he never showed that interest. In face, there were many times she barely even seemed like an annoyance to him. So she was pretty sure that no matter what she did, he would spare her. Even if it was only to not cause more problems with his brother and the rest of his family. However, him standing a few feet in front of her with his arms crossed, staring her down filled her with some consciousness. It could be that he was more intimidating with his boots and cape and whole “bad guy” outfit he put on to make the public fear him. It could also have been that his horns appeared to be giving him an extra foot of height advantage on her. It could also be the fact that she had absolutely no answer to give him. She had anticipated on being in and out before he got back regardless if she found anything or not.

“Come on sweetheart I don’t have all day. Did your boyfriend send you here?”

“Of course not. I told him I was coming. He didn’t even want me to,” Angie answered impulsively before realizing what that could mean to him.

“Is that so?” Loki broke out into a smile as he uncrossed his arms. “So you just decided to, come on by and make yourself at home, against your boyfriend’s request. When you knew he was busy. Are you sure it has nothing to do with what happened last month?”

“Hey! You weren’t supposed to be here either! And We agreed to not talk about that anymore,” She finished through gritted teeth in slight frustration.

“You agreed. I have made no such agreement.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Then why are we arguing about not talking about it?”

“Nothing happened. I had too much to drink and decided to try and believe you on you trying to be a better person and you took advantage and used your stupid hypnosis crap and tried to kiss me. You’re just lucky I never mentioned it to Thor.”

Loki chuckled again and mumbled under her breath. “I can think of a few reasons why you never told him.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I never used any hypnosis on you that night darling. That was all you. Now why don’t you tell me why you’re really here.”

“I’m trying to figure out what you’re up to.”

“I’m not up to anything. I’ve told you that. Sounds to me like you just have a hard time believing me.”

“Kind of hard to when everything you say is wrapped in a lie.”

“Not true.”

“Then what’s going on with the chaos right n ow?”

“I got a parking ticket the mayor refused to excuse. So I thought throwing a few cars while standing in the middle of the street might change his mind.” He answered as if that was totally normal and an everyday response.

“And the water mains had to break because?”

“Hulk showed up and started catching the cars. So I just decided to break their windows and flood them.”

Angie stood for a moment at his casual replies. “Does nothing phase you?”

“Only how someone as intelligent, clever, and beautiful as you can put up with my dense brother. But other than that no.”

Angie wasn’t sure how she would reply to him, but thankfully she didn’t have to worry about it. Before she could even open her mouth she was able to hear a commotion being caused outside. It didn’t take long for her to recognize Thor’s voice, though she couldn’t quite make out what he was saying and the unmistakable sound of his Mjolnir smashing against the building.

“You know he could just ring the doorbell instead of putting a hole into my wall,” Loki mumbled as he walked back over to his computer systems before typing away before becoming lost in thought for a few seconds. “There. Now where were we?”

“What did you do?” Angie asked panicked.

“Relax, he’s fine. I just froze the bay.”

“But the cars will slide all over the place!” She exclaimed.

“Probably should have excused my ticket then.”

“It’s August Loki! People are boating and swimming in there!”

“Clearly I can. Whether or not I should is what you’re probably going for.”

“What the fuck! Loki they’re innocent people and they’re going to die!”

Loki brought his finger up to his pursed lips making a shushing sound. “Do you hear that?”

“No? What?”

“Exactly. It’s quiet. He’s gone off to help them. They’ll be fine.”

“I’m going to go and help.” Angie said before she began walking to the door trying to get out of the house.

“And how are you going to help? You can’t break the ice, its frozen solid the whole way through. Without powers you’re useless there darling. No offense of course. Just comes from not having powers.”

“I can try and melt it.”

“The entire bay? Good luck with that. I’ll have my hold over this whole country and several others by the time you’re done.”

“What is wrong with you Loki? Like for real. What the actual fuck is your problem?” Angie said her frustration building.

“Right now, I’m pretty content actually. I do have a question though,” He began as he walked over to her so that he could stand in front of her and see her facial expressions more clearly. “The easiest way right now they’re going to get through that ice is to first break it up with the Mjolnir which is why he left. Tell me, can you wield it?”

“No, of course not.”

“Haved you ever tried?”

“Once, when we were just joking around about it…and maybe once or twice again when he wasn’t around.”

Loki rubbed his chin. “Interesting.”

“Why?” Angie asked confused.

“You know what the legends say about it right?”

“Of course. That only he can wield it.”

“He and his true love.”

“What?”

“Supposed to be some mumbo jumbo that if he ever fell in love she would be able to fight along side him in battle as a team, and then their children would also to be able to hold the power and control it. Sounds like a lot of fairytale bullshit if you ask me. Explains why he asked you to pick it up though.”

“Are you trying to tell me he doesn’t love me because I can’t pick up the stupid hammer?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m just educating you on the history. His one true love, who truly loves him in return, will be able to wield it. Especially if its to help him. Curious as to why he hasn’t told you that part before.”

“Stop it.”

“What? I didn’t say he didn’t love you. Though I’m not really sure he’ll ever love anything as much as that stupid hammer, but you’ve seemed to be a close second. Even if he did leave you here.”

“So what, the stupid thing says we aren’t meant to be together?”

“That’s not how it works. It doesn't decide. It feels. So if it’s not him, that can only mean one thing…”

“I love him,” Angelina told him sternly.

“Do you now?”

“Yes. Maybe at the time he asked me to try it was too early. Things were still too new. I wasn’t sure yet.”

“Guess you’ll be trying when you get back home then?” He asked.

“You mean you’re letting me go?”

Loki flashed a sideways smile. “Darling I’m not keeping you here. You’re not chained to the wall, the door right there has been open the whole time. The only thing keeping you here is you. Which is curious. Thor knows you’re here, yet he ran off, and you didn’t try to follow.”

“I, I didn’t think you’d let me.”

He chuckled. “Since when would that have stopped you? Now if I gave you the information you came here for, then I wouldn’t be able to let you leave. Up to you.”

He stood with his arms behind his back. Swaying back and forth on his feet like a child waiting for their parent’s to finish a conversation. Angelina was silent for a moment, as if she was actually debating this. Maybe she could get the information from Loki, and then still find a way to escape. He wasn’t home all the time. Surely she’d be able to sneak away somehow. But was he serious? Would he actually tell her what he was planning? If he really would do that, then he would find a way to make sure she couldn’t leave. It was a big risk to take knowing she could end up locked up in whatever dungeon she was sure he had somewhere in his giant house.

“Taking your time I see. You’re either really eager to help Thor or really don’t want to leave me.”

“No. No I’ll go.”

“Fine then. Leave. Go try to go help the innocent people freezing in the river. Go and see if you can finally life the Mjolnir, and fail, because you know it will and you know why. Go back home. Go talk to Thor and have him take you on vacation. Take you far away. Because no matter where you go, it will never be far enough away from me. I will track you down. Until you give me that little bit of information you know that I want.”

Loki stepped closer to her as he spoke. Angeline was frozen at his words. His facial expression wasn’t dangerous, but his blue eyes were radiating and she could tell that he meant every word he spoke. It was a threat. No. It was a promise. And if she didn’t get out right now, she might never.

She bolted passed him for the door. He made no attempt to stop her. True to his word. As he usually was yet it took people by surprise. He had a wonderous way with twisting the truth around so he said exactly what he meant but it was hidden in a way that no one could decode until it was too late. She debated on looking over her shoulder to see if he was behind her, but she knew that would only slow her down. She thre the front door open, ran across his expansive lawn, and pushed on up his long gravel driveway silently preying something wouldn’t drive out of the trees and scoop her back up taking her back to the house. She didn’t stop to catch her breath until she made it up to the main road and back to where she hid her car and was safely locked inside and driving away.

A few weeks later

Angeline had told Thor about the altercation she had with Loki. Most of it anyway. They agreed it might be best to get her away for a little while. Thor didn’t believe his brother would actually dare to do anything to her. But she was so shaken up about the situation he was willing to do it just to give her some peace of mind. She was now sitting in a very nice hotel room in Italy. A very nice hotel in an overcrowded touristy location. She would have preferred the countryside with more authenticity, but Angelina would have stuck out like a sore thumb. Here she was able to blend in with the surroundings and the daily swarms of people. He made sure to get the best when it came to her accommodations. Her room had a separate bedroom with a living room area decorated with fancy furnishings. No kitchen but a full room service with a menu full of meals that made her drool. The only downside was that she wasn’t able to actually see Thor. Him hanging around one specific area for too long would generate pictures and talk and it would be obvious where Angelina was staying. They would text each other, phone calls, face time. But it had still been over a week since his hand had been holding her face with the most genuine smile she had ever seen. Most times, she missed his presence. But there were a few times that she was thankful that she woke up in the mornings without Thor next to her.

There had been a few nights where Loki had made his way into her dreams. Sometimes he would just be among a crowd of people on the sidewalk. Or she’d see him out of the corner of her eye, then when she’d look he’d be gone. But the worst were the dreams where he appeared in her bed. With her. On top of her. His dark hair falling into his face. Both of their bodies covered in droplets of sweat. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Clawing at his back as her head fell back onto the pillow, whimpering at the pleasurable pangs of pain as he stretched her out while trusting into her. Her moaning out “oh god”. Loki’s cocky smile spreading across his face, “That’s right darling. Scream my name”.

She’d wake up finding herself covered in sweat, much like her dream. Often also finding herself as wet as she’d been in her dreams due to how realistic it felt. Those days she was thankful Thor wasn’t there to see her. She’d wash her face with cold water, lock the bedroom door, close the curtains and sit alone in the dark making sure that no one could.

This particular day there was a lot of commotion in the town she was in. More than usual. It wasn’t the typical hustle and bustle of tourism and photographs. It was scared people hurrying around spreading rumors of what they heard another person see. Apparently a very well liked restaurant nearby had been on fire. People near the area said the flames shot out the front door as if something had exploded on the inside. Terrible really. Angelina had gone there twice and had really enjoyed the food. And the owners seemed to be sweet people. A horrible situation for anyone to have to be in. She made the decision to stay inside for the day as to not get in the way of anything going on or caught up in the mess. But she wasn’t able to relax. Something about the day just felt uneasy. This day she just wasn’t able to shake it. She didn’t think she was going stir crazy as she had been out and about sightseeing at times and interacting with those around her, but maybe she was spending too much time in her room. The hotel had a huge indoor pool complete with hot tubs and saunas. She thought maybe some exercise would do her good.

After an hour and a half, she made her way back up to her room. Hair slightly dripping, towel wrapped around her. Though goosebumps were beginning to form in the elevator and she was getting chilly, she did feel better. It was a calming exercise. So much so that after returning to her room and locking her door, she put on her comfiest outfit she had packed and planned to lay down for a nap. However just as she was about to get into bed, she smelled a faint smell of smoke. Not taking any changes after what happened earlier she went out to the living area to investigate and was met with a tall slender man dressed in black leather with green accents, and shining eyes.

“I was beginning to think you had run off again which would have been a shame for what I had to do to figure out where you were staying.”

“How did you get in here?” Angelina asked, her eyes wide in shock.

“I’ve been here for over an hour now. But when I saw you come in in your swimsuit, I thought the proper thing to do would be to let you get changed first,” He replied as he walked closer to her

“How did you find me?” She stuttered in a whisper as she backed away from him, refusing to take her eyes off of him.

“I told you I would find you.”

“What’s on your clothes? Why do you smell like that. Oh god, the restaurant.”

“If only they hadn’t been so stubborn on their whole refusing to give out a customer’s information policy. But in the end, I got what I needed,” Loki smirked. “I was going to bring you back some of their garlic bread, but it all got a little, burnt.”

Angelina took in his words, and it made her think about all of the other little things that had happened in the last few weeks. Things she hadn’t thought twice about before, because unfortunately things do happen. However, they all happened somewhat close to where she was shortly after she left. After leaving the country though, she hadn’t paid much attention.

“I did manage to save you a croissant from that cute little bakery in Paris before they flooded, but sadly you were already gone by then. I knew you were clever.”

“Loki. How could you.”

“Funny thing about superheros you know. They would sacrifice you to save the world. We’ve already seen my brother do that on at least one occasion. But villans, they would sacrifice the world, for you. I’ve told you before Angie, I would burn the world to the ground for you.”

Her back was against the wall as he calmly closed the space between them. Her breathing picked up, wanting to run but unable to move. Yet oddly the only fear she had was from herself. She wasn’t scared of the man in front of her after everything he had just admitted to. She was scared of how much it didn’t bother her. How even though her brain said she needed to grab the closest sharp thing and stab him, her heart skipped a beat at being this close to him again. He brushed the back of his hand against her face, brushing the damp hair out of the way.

“This is so much better. Seeing you in my dreams just wasn’t enough.”

#loki #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki fanfction #happy birthday

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worstloki · 4 years

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#Valkyrie says no and knocks him out #there is a time and place and loki is a horrible judge of it

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whirlybirbs · 3 years

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I'm curious to know about variant! Doc, like I feel you've dropped a fair amount of hints about them. Are we going to see more than one soon? Like the other variants?

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE | one more almost

summary: he only wishes he could have told you.

pairing: loki / f!reader, referenced & implied sylvie / f!reader

listen to: prokofiev: romeo & juliet, op.64 / act I, dance of the knights

a/n: ha. ah... ahaha. yeah, yeah. you guys have been waiting for this one. and uh, its here. and so is doc's variant, sylvie's doc. she's here. she's mean. and loki is having a rough go of it. once more, the gif is from @kamalaskhans's lovely set here.

[ MASTERPOST ]

Sylvie has lost a lot in her life.

She knows losing well. She knows it horrifically well, intimately so, and she knows the cruel, knife-bitten pain that sinks into the heart with loss.

She's lost homes, she's lost safety and peace; she's lost lives, she's lost loves.

Friends are a rare loss, one she hasn't experienced much of — but the threat of such is responsible for her immediate relief upon seeing both you and Loki.

Her hair hangs in her face in damp tendrils of blonde and black, mingling who-she-was with who-she-is in a telling smear of haunting revenge. Though she has her own momentary victories to celebrate, she's dares not utter them in the presences of the viciously cunning Ravonna Renslayer.

No, and even still, her own plan is shoved far back in her mind at the sight of you and Loki.

She knows the looks on your faces well — it's as if she is looking in a mirror, etched with her own visage. While she isn't sure exactly what has transpired to claw such stinging surrender out of Loki and such desperate, venomous spite out of you, she knows.

She knows someone is gone.

"Get off of me!" your voice cracks with rage as your feet lift in an almost child-like, desperate attempt to break free; and for a moment, the guards falter and attempt to catch you, only to send one toppling to the ground. Sylvie watches as you plant a hard kick to the Hunter's chest and spin to try and yank your arm from the other's grasp.

You're as biting as a hellcat, hellbent on digging your claws into anyone near.

Sylvie hasn't seen this side of you.

Loki hasn't either.

And he knows, he knows, it's heartbreak. His only pushes him farther in an icy depth, all while you battle the raging storm within you — and perhaps that's the beauty of it. The beauty of you two. How different you are in the face of loss.

Renslayer is one step ahead of you.

Her baton is raised. It crackles dangerously at your throat. Your eyes level, and there's a flash of something there — and for a moment, a split second of frozen time, Ravonna is afraid.

You see it.

Through wet lashes, through gritted teeth, through a look so sharp it could cut her down where she stands.

But, her facade slips back into place, and the Judge holds you there with her weapon as the guards secure their hold on you once more.

They muscle you between Sylvie and Loki.

Renslayer leans, whispering in your ear.

"Best behave, Variant."

"Go to hell," you hiss as you stare at those golden elevator doors; but the dig aimed at Renslayer's throat lands, "Variant."

Everyone stiffens — but you don't move. Instead, there's a smug smirk on your face. Sylvie sees it, and she's almost proud. But, now isn't the time for gloating. No, over-confidence will be the end of the three of you.

After a moment too long, Renslayer clears her throat.

"I've got them from here."

Loki can feel the dread crawling up his neck, painting him pale — because the horrible truth of it is that this is the last dance. This is the final act, the end of the book. This is where he atones, where the full stop falls after he's told he'll never have those very things he yearns for; any inkling of hope was snuffed out with Mobius.

His friend.

And now, he's got to watch his only other two die by the same fated hand. A swing of a baton, the fizzle of a thousand burning embers. Then, nothing. Silence.

His hands, balled in tight fists, fight the urge to reach out to you — and when Loki looks across to Sylvie, he sees her regretful look.

"You okay?" she whispers to him.

All he can do is nod. You swallow down another burst of anger; instead, you grit your jaw and settle back on your heels.

The guards release the three of you.

And so, you're marched to the elevator. Collared and trapped.

You'd never really considered how you'd die — no, that very human thing was something you'd stayed far from. As a kid, you'd had nightmares about it. They were sudden and terrifying. Death, to you, was the sort of thing that dragged you away and took you when you were alone. It was dark and it was quiet and it was nothing. The unknown.

Maybe that's why you grew up always trying to prove the existence of life beyond your own.

Time, despite always ticking on, always ends. For you, for Loki, for Sylvie. For the TVA.

You can't help but feel a bit of peace at the realization you'll die beside friends.

The haunting regret falls at the knowledge you'll die beside the man you'll one day love — the man you'll know as yours. Loki, too, admits this is a horrifically brutal truth. It has carved him out, hollowed him, and he can only hope it's quick.

The pomp and circumstance is nothing but frivolous.

He despises it.

The elevator doors close in front of you, and you watch the hallways of the Time Theaters disappear.

Somewhere, far away, the finale begins — and as the elevator plummets. Each floor passes in a heavy fwush, accompanied by the weighted beat of your hearts.

It's Sylvie who speaks.

Beside you, her voice wavers. "Do you remember me?"

Behind you, Ravonna speaks curtly. "I do."

Another floor passes. Another breath.

"What was my Nexus Event?"

"What does it matter?" comes the scoffed reply.

But, Sylvie bites back. "It was enough to take my life from me, to lead to all of this. Must of been important. So, what was it?"

You can hear her scowl.

And then, Ravonna.

"I don't remember."

"You're a liar," you spit on reaction, knowing full well the reply would gut anyone — let alone Sylvie, "And a coward."

Your eyes stay forward. Loki inhales sharply.

Ravonna's eyes bore a hole into the back of your skull. "Am I?"

"I saw it in your eyes," you drawl, almost tauntingly, "You're afraid of me. Of us."

"Oh," comes a laugh, "Not you. No, Variant."

Then, the elevator settles.

The doors open.

The world falls away.

Your veins turn to ice.

"Commandant."

Standing there, in the grey, is you.

You.

Not you — no, no this you is sharper. Vicious. Standing at attention, you see the flash of viper-like eyes narrow in on you. The uniform adorning her accentuates the brutal posture she maintains; rigid and cutting. Her uniform differs from Ravonna's. It's black. Accented only with smatterings of gold. Her boots glint like a knife in the low hanging fog. She is militant. Dangerous.

You.

Sylvie feels as if the world has fallen away in that very moment.

All Sylvie can remember now is sun-kissed touches, enamored moments of quiet, your lips on hers as the worlds fell apart. Peace. Touch that felt like a home. You. You in all your wonder, in all your perfect eclectic chaos. Time hadn't kept you apart. No, now it's your minds.

Everything is gone. Everything flies far back, far away, and the focal point of her world is you — this version of you. Hers. Her Doctor. Her dear, sweet, lovely Doctor. Among the fog, swirling like horns about your tight plaits of hair, Sylvie swears she sees a glimmer of recognition.

It's in vain.

And it's horrifying.

It's like someone has clawed their way into her chest and ripped her heart out, adorning it as a broach. This version of you wears it proudly, and it shows when you step forward. Blood on your hands.

Commandant.

Protector of the Time-Keepers. Arbiter of Time. Architect of Alterations.

"Judge."

She casts one long look over you. The smirk there is disarming. Lethal.

Loki's breath catches.

Sylvie, beside you, flinches when the eyes of the Commandant fall upon her.

She does not move, only holds her posture with her gloved hands clasped tightly behind her back. The angle of her jaw is sharp. You see a flash of devilish amusement bloom at the sight of Sylvie.

"So we meet again."

Sylvie swallows. Her heart twists.

Her mouth feels as if it's been plied with cotton.

You step forward, out of that elevator, and come toe-to-toe with her.

You see nothing in her eyes.

Nothing.

They're cold, and they're dark.

She raises her chin, settles back in her boots, and almost scoffs. Then, she leans forward.

Her whisper is close.

"What a shame."

She steps aside. It's nearly mechanical. Your jaw is gritted tightly in anger. You slide a look to Loki — and he exhales. His eyes are sad. Sylvie is far-away. Not here. Somewhere in her mind.

You see your breath in the cold of the room.

"Gracious Time-Keepers!"

You step forward. Loki and Sylvie follow. The echo of the chamber is off putting, and over your shoulder you watch as you, the Commandant, preside of this... execution.

"As promised, the Variants."

Your eyes lift, and in the haze, you see them.

Three of them, perched on their thrones, like kings of a stolen land. Usurpers in their own right. You can't help but scoff at the frivolity of it all. It's like your sophomore year dorm room. Y'know, with those strip LEDs? Yeah, yeah, that's the look. And some dollar store rubber masks.

Something is... wrong. Like a puppet show.

"After all your struggle, at last you've arrived before us..."

"What do you have to say for yourselves before you meet your end, Variants?"

When Loki speaks, your head snaps to him.

It's courage you see.

A flash of something pure and brave, and it brings an awe smile to your face as he speaks up.

"Is that the only reason you brought us here?" Loki goads, "To kill us? I've lost track of the number of times I've been killed. So go on, do your worst."

"You and your bravado are no threat to us, Variant."

You don't bother to hide your scoff.

Sylvie does the same. "Oh, no, I don't think you believe that—"

She moves, attempting to step forward, and behind you the Commandant's baton buzzes to life. The staff is long, double ended. But, it's Judge Renslayer that reins Sylvie back in. She phases back into place, swallowing her words.

But, her fire is only stoked.

"I think you're scared."

"No, Variant, you're nothing but a cosmic disappointment—"

"Look at them," you snide, "Turning to mockery, like dogs with their tails between their legs—"

"Delete them—"

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet," you snap, stepping forward, but the phase never comes. That spin of vertigo doesn't yank you back in time. Suddenly, you wonder if it's Renslayer — but one look backwards confirms she's horrified. Confused. Concerned.

Rightfully so.

Because, as the elevators part, a new player enters the arena.

Hunter B-15 slams her thumb down on the control pad, and the collars around you, Loki and Sylvie's neck fall away.

Suddenly, the finale doesn't seem so certain — especially not when she stands her ground.

"For all time," she breathes with defiance, glowing in a new sense of purpose, "Always."

Sylvie's blade flies through the air.

And then, as it lands in her hands, the room shifts.

Two guards, Judge Renslayer and the Commandant.

You find yourself back to back with Sylvie and Loki as the three of you are cornered in the center of the room — less like caged animals now and more like predators avoiding capture, promising revenge. The air has changed. The cold gives way to electric danger.

"Protect the Time-Keepers!" comes the barked order of the Commandant as she knocks her staff on the ground, then assumes a fighting stance. It's threatening, practiced, and challenging.

It makes your lip curl.

"She's mine," you breathe.

Sylvie exhales.

Loki takes a breath.

Then, it begins.

You rush to charge the Commandant, hands swinging to catch the end of the spear, just below the sizzling tip — and it seems to daunt the woman. Just enough that you're able to twist away and wrench the pike hard enough to cause her to stagger. But it only sends her into a lunge, one that you duck; the end whizzes by your head and you roll from her on the ground.

Meanwhile, Loki and Sylvie have their hands tied — yet the God of Mischief finds his concern bubbling at the sight of you tackling the Protector of the Time-Keepers. For a moment, he falters, and he takes a nasty cut to the ribs. He groans, buckles, and quickly wrenches himself back upright.

"A little help?" he grits out, and Sylvie nods — her own duel with Ravonna begins when her knife flies to Loki.

The blonde Goddess picks up a staff, clicks it alive, and grins.

Renslayer is scared.

After all, the two Gods are fending their own — once again, the mirrored dance of frenzied strikes and stabs is enough to overwhelm anyone, even the guards tasked with protecting those upon the thrones.

Above the killing floor, you grunt — and once more, you're struck with the kick of a boot. This time, though, your hands grapple with the strike as you send the Commandant backwards.

"Come on," you taunt, "If I'm such a shame, why can't you kill me?"

Her hair has gone wild, strands flying from the tightly woven braids around her head. Her eyes are bright with fury. She inhales, exhales, and swallows.

"Silence, Variant."

"She loves you, you know," you shout as you move, mirroring her as she beings to pace around you in a circle, "Sylvie does. You're the one, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know her—"

"She's a wanted fugitive—"

"She's the love of your life—"

"Shut up!" she screams like a banshee, charging you with the baton high above her head. You step aside, avoid the slash, and try to keep your head level.

You find that Sylvie is, indeed, holding her own — and Loki, too.

Your eyes connect with his for a moment, and there's something there.

You don't have time to pin it down, though. Instead, you're slashed at once more with the warbling taser — and this time the speared end catches you hard in the jaw. The slice hurts and you cry out, but there's no cowering to be expected. No, you rally back as you snatch a fallen baton. You bring it down hard to the center of hers.

Her eyes are wide.

"Who are you?" she snaps.

"I'm you."

The Commandant falters, staggering back, and she swings the spear to follow the line of her arm, tucked tight to her back.

"You're a variant," she spits, "An anomaly."

"So are you," you counter as you begin to circle one another once more, "You had a life. You had her — before the Time-Keeper's stole that from you."

You can see something like horror twist on her face.

You wonder if Sylvie, long ago, had tried this very tactic.

Had she enchanted her?

Had the dreams stuck?

Had it been enough to plant a seed of doubt?

"You're lying—"

It's enough of a hesitation to grant you the reaction time to strike her hard across the jaw, just as she had you, and then bring the middle of the baton down on her head, but not without a fight. She kicks and she screams and she drags you by the hair. Your baton becomes a point in the battle, and as she gets the upper hand, you feel the sleek piece of metal press hard against your windpipe.

"You love her," you choke as you struggle.

The Commandant's eyes are wild. "Shut up!"

She lets up, only a bit, but you're quick. You throw the weight of your hips up, roll her, and finally you manage to grab her in a chokehold — tight enough to subdue her, and when she finally falls limp, you're gasping for air.

She goes slack, and you tumble back onto the cool pavement.

Loki is by your side in an instant.

In the fray, it seems Renslayer has also been dealt with.

Loki's hands are gentle as he helps you up; he's careful to check your over with his eyes — and even more so, to offer you a pride-filled smile as his thumb graces the long gash across your jaw. Sweat mingles with blood, and yet, you feel beautiful in his gaze.

It's disarming.

Sylvie huffs, eyes flickering across the fallen form of the Commandant on the steps.

You can see the hurt there. The worry.

Sylvie flinches when you reach for her hand. Nevertheless, she takes it and she squeezes.

Loki, on her other side, hands her back her saber.

And it's then, that the Time-Keepers sense they've lost.

And you feel proud.

Boastful.

You're sneering when the one in the middle speaks in an echoing timber of bargain.

"You're a child of the Time-Keepers, too, Sylvie. We can talk."

"Oh, yeah?"

And with one perfectly aimed blow, her knife flies through the air and severs the head of the Time-Keeper straight off.

His head tumbles down the steps.

And, in the silence: laughter.

Your confidence melts away.

Something isn't right.

No, no, no — no. No, there's...

No blood.

It falls to Loki's feet, between the both of you, and you both share a horrified look when the sparks glow in the fog. Kisses of electricity fly from the neck of the supposed Time-Keeper.

Suddenly, a sound of mechanisms powering down fills the chamber. You look up, and you see the other two slump in their thrones, Gods turned to nothing more than wires and batteries. Animatronics.

Puppets.

Sylvie rushes down the steps.

She moves to pull the head from the ground to Loki's dismay, but you cannot pull your eyes away — the jaw of the supposed-deity twitches as sparks fly from his throat; and Sylvie breathes out one word:

"Fake."

Loki comes closer and you lift your eyes to the both of them.

"Mindless androids..."

The head slowly slips from her hands.

Loki heaves a breath — his eyes fall along the line of thrones as he shakes away a feeling of crushing anxiety. No, this is bad. This is... This seemed too easy. This was supposed to be the end.

"It never stops."

He inhales again, and you can see fear in his eyes.

"Then who created the TVA?" he asks desperately, eyes flicking between you and Sylvie.

"I thought this was it," she spits as she throws the head.

You drop, squatting low. Adrenaline still mingles in your veins. You wring your hands. You take three breaths, then you stand once more.

"This can't be it," you say as your voice shatters, "It can't be."

"We... We have nothing," Sylvie's composure crumbles, "Nothing but lies and more lies."

The horror of it all is setting in.

You shake your head. "No."

"Doctor," Loki breathes out, "Please."

"This isn't how it goes," you say sharply as you spin around and look up at the levels and levels and levels of this place; you're frantic, "This isn't how the stories go — this isn't how they end."

"We aren't heroes," Sylvie spits at the head as she throws her hands, "We just don't get happy endings. And so the TVA will rule on. And people like us will be stolen and deleted. As it was, as it will be."

Your face falls. Sylvie can see your heartbreaking. Loki, too, knows the wobble of your chin well — and he sees the gutted expression swallow you whole.

Quietly, you whisper: "But, we deserve to be happy."

Sylvie chokes.

"Doctor..."

His heart clenches.

You reach for his hand and it all but seals his death in a neatly packaged letter — complete with a forlorn look that's enough to break him in two.

"I have to tell you something."

Your heart stills. It feels as if someone has gone and plucked the most harrowing love theme on your heartstrings. The sort that plays before the kiss, before the confession, before the blurry haze of hope.

He reaches for you, hands falling along your jaw.

He holds you, if only for a moment.

You can only try your best to battle back the tears.

His whole world slows down — and in it, in your eyes, he sees promise. Could-have-beens. Promises kept and promises lost. Love and life and death. He sees laughter, and kisses in the sun of the morning. He sees your smile, he sees life together, and then it's gone.

...You're gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

Gone.

He's alone.

You've slipped through his fingers like snow.

And, in your wake, the Commandant stands.

And, then, she strikes Loki down.

Somewhere, Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra plays.

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Can I Wash Your Hair? // Loki

Summary: Loki returns from a long day, tired and exhausted both mentally and physically. Deep talk leads to some tears and a pep talk, then eventually hair washing and lovemaking.

Warning: Sad Loki, but also soft Loki so hope that makes up for it. some cuss words, adult themes - nothing major tho. Maybe some grammar and spelling mistakes.

Word Count: 2,5k+

A/n: Midnight writing is always a surprise, when morning comes it'll tell whether this was good writing or not. Hope you like it either way!

Loki has had a long week.

He couldn't help but feel on the verge of exhausted tears as he made his way through the elevator door and into the floor you and he shared.

Today, he'd woken up at six in the morning to attend his strength training with Stark, Steve, Bucky, and Natasha, which lasted for close to two hours.

Two, very long, tedious, and unnecessary hours.

Afterward, he ran to the kitchen to eat a quick breakfast to avoid passing out and then ran to attend his abilities training with Wanda.

Normally, you'd attend this training session with them, but seeing as you were gone for a month-long mission and only returned last night, it seemed appropriate to take a day or two off.

After he was done with his training with Wanda, he transported to the SHIELD headquarter to attend to his assigned duties: a courtesy of SHIELD'S "redemption" program.

He helped train the interns alongside Steve and then scurried off to file and archive mission reports.

Another long, tedious, and unnecessary obligation.

After he was done, he was too exhausted to transport back to the tower, prompting him to ride with Steve in the SHIELD-provided vehicle. The thirty-minute-long ride was filled with Loki attempting to ignore the awkward silence and the judge-y looks the driver kept throwing at him.

By the time he'd arrived at the tower, Loki was both mentally and physically exhausted.

It didn't help at all that he had barely slept the night before: a virtue of his ever-reoccurring nightmares.

By the time his body slipped into an exhausted comatose state, it was already almost five in the morning, and by the time his body started venturing into the realm of REM sleep, his alarm was blaring through his room, startling him awake and out of bed -- a frustratingly horrible beginning to his day.

Loki scuffled towards where you were sitting on the couch with a book in hand.

He moved to lay on the long end of the L-shaped sofa, stretching his body slightly as he let out a groan.

"Long day?" your voice softly breaks through the silence.

"The longest" Loki whines in reply as he turns his body to face you. Despite the clear exhaustion written on his face, he still manages to look effortlessly flawless.

His green eyes sparkle with adoration as he looks at you, but you can still make out the fatigue in them, causing you to frown in concern. Loki isn't usually that worn out after a day, no matter how long it was.

Your eyes trail down his body, taking in the sight of his tight shoulder muscles and set jaw, you also notice how his thighs seem to lay on the couch anxiously tense as if he isn't able to relax them.

A bruise on his ankle catches your eye, causing you to lean forward towards it to take a good look.

"That looks like it hurts, love," you begin, " want me to get you some bruise salve for this?" you suggest as you point to his ankle.

"I'd love that. I got some other bruises that might need the salve too," he mumbles back quietly.

You nod and stand up to get the salve from the kitchen

It was used so often by both of you that instead of dedicating a particular place to keep it, the salve tub just laid on the kitchen counter: a place easy to reach.

"Geez, Lokes. How hard did you train today?" you ask as you walk back toward him, opening the tub as you move.

As you move towards him, you begin to really notice how fatigued he is. Even from a distance, his eye bags are noticeable, and despite his shoulder muscles being tensed from a long day of training, they're also sagging slightly in a manner you could only describe as defeated.

His feet are slightly swollen, an indication that he's stood on them for too long, and his bruised ankles an indication of how tough the training was today.

You begin to notice some other bruises on his shoulders and forearms as you sit beside him on the couch.

His sullen, bruised figure makes your heart clench. You wish you could take away his pain, both emotional and physical.

Loki chooses not to directly answer and instead says,

"They don't like me."

His eyes stare emptily at the ceiling as they brim red with unshed tears.

You begin to rub the salve onto the bruises on his forearm softly and quietly, giving him space to talk about what's on his mind.

"And I understand, I really do, but I just wish that they understood too," he continues, "I wish they understood that if I could go back and change what happened — if I could take away their memories and trauma, I would do it. I would do it without hesitation."

His voice is quiet, and it breaks often, but it has this urgency to it as if he's begging you to understand.

But he doesn't have to, never had to.

You understand him, you always have.

"I never wanted any of this to happen, do you know?" he adds.

"I know," you murmur back, your tone soft, not wanting to disturb this moment of vulnerability.

"Besides you, Wanda understands me best. She understands what it means to be young and misguided, to be built up for something great only to find out it's all been a lie, that you've been brainwashed the whole time,"

You understood what he meant, that he was speaking of Odin's betrayal & lies, and of Thanos' "Glorious purpose".

All lies, all acts that Loki was puppeteered on a string throughout.

All deception and brainwashing, not being able to control his own actions against the influence of the mind stone.

"James gets it too. He knows what brainwashing can lead to, but he never approaches me or even acknowledges me." Loki continues to speak his mind, "I try to pretend that I don't care, but it still hurts, and probably more than any of the offenses from the rest of the team."

He takes a deep breath, trying to control his breathing which has gone slightly erratic.

"He understands me, he knows what I've been through, and he gets it, yet his attitude always indicates hatred, and I always wonder 'is what I've done so bad and unforgivable that even those who understand still can't find it in them to forgive me for it?'"

At this point tears have already started streaming from the corners of his eyes, slowly trailing down and stopping as they make contact with your hands, which by now have stopped rubbing the salve onto his arms and are massaging his shoulders instead.

"Wanda is nice to me, at least, but she still won't speak to me outside of training or if you're not around, and it makes me wonder if she actually hates me too, but is just good at hiding it?"

He sighs, closing his eyes as he does.

"Maybe that's why they train me so hard. Natasha seems to be unable to look me in the eyes, and all Stark and the captain do is scowl at me. I know they hate me, Y/N, they don't even try to hide it." He reopens his eyes and tilts his head to look at you, "I think...they use training as an excuse to take out the anger they have towards me." he finishes.

You stand up and move towards where his feet are, raising them as you sit and plop them on your lap as you begin rubbing the salve on them too.

"They understand, Loki. Believe me, they do." you begin, "They just don't know how to work around all the trauma they got from New York, especially when it's your face they see in those haunting memories." you continue as you give his calf a soft squeeze in reassurance.

"Bucky is just scared, Lokes."

Loki stays silent for a moment, his body curves into itself slightly, as if trying to ward off a sudden pain.

"From...from me?" he questions, his voice timid and sad, his lips trembling slightly.

Shit, no.

"No! No Loki, not like that," you clarify, " he wonders the same thing you do. He and Stark aren't exactly the most civil, same thing with Nat. For them, Bucky is a reminder of a horrible time they suffered, much like you are to them."

"I guess so," he quietly agrees, his body loosening.

"So, he's cared that...I don't know, that their opinions of him might've influenced you and that if he tried to talk to you, you'd dismiss or reject him," you explain to Loki quietly.

He nods at you in understanding, motioning for you to continue.

"It's the same fear you have, bub, he's just worried that the one person who could understand him most would shun him and kick him to the curb. He doesn't hate you Lokes, he's just as scared as you are."

He hums at you while nodding once more, then says "You're right, dove."

"I always am." you tease with a smile.

"But...but what of Wanda?" Loki asks as he returns to the same timid tone he used moments ago.

"She's just a kid, Lokes. She gets you but she also worries about what Steve and the rest would think; she doesn't fully understand the tension between you and them but she tries to stay on the good side of both parties because she's scared of losing this home, Lokes," you reply.

Loki sighs once more then sits up and uses his hands to maneuver backward so that his back rests on the back of the couch, his ankles slipping off your lap in the process.

"You're right once again, darling," Loki replies.

You chuckle, and so does he, the atmosphere now turns sombre and warm, the sadness from earlier fading away, for the most part.

"Talk to them Loki," you suggest, "Start with bucky and Wanda, they'll understand you most. Talk to them at breakfast or after training. Talk about how training went or their duties or even talk about the weather. Once they start warming up to you, the others will follow in suit. You could also ask for Thor for help once he returns from Asgard."

He opens his mouth to object but you raise your hand and cut him off.

"No, Loki. I know you don't like asking for help but he's your brother and the team trusts and loves him and will take his word, even more than they'd do mine. That doesn't mean I won't put in my input, but he'd be more helpful and you know it."

He sighs for the third time this night, this time defeatedly, moving to run his hand through his still sweaty and slightly matted hair, grimacing slightly as he does.

An idea pops into your head, making you smile slyly.

"How about I wash your hair, hmm?" you ask as you grin widely at him.

"Yeah?" he asks with a small smile as he locks eyes with you.

"Yeah." you reply

__________

Loki sits in the tub filled with warm and soapy water, helping him relax from his long, tiring day.

The bathroom smells of his apple shower gel, a scent that you love oh, so much.

You reach forward and grab his apple shampoo, a complementary product to his beloved shower gel.

You sit back behind him, on the thick marble surrounding the tub as you squeeze a generous amount of the shampoo out onto your hand, then set the bottle aside and lather the shampoo in your hands before reaching out and intertwining your hand in Loki's dark, wet locks.

Slowly and tenderly, you begin to massage his scalp, cleaning it of all the day's dirt and sweat.

Loki groans and leans his head back slightly, his eyes closed in pleasure.

You continue to massage his scalp, moving your fingers in small circles as you press your nails gently onto his skin, making him moan.

Afterward, you start to run your fingers down his hair, stopping at his ends, which were floating in the tub water, then lifting your fingers back up to massage his scalp.

Loki leans his head back entirely as he sinks deeper into the tub, having to bend his knees slightly to fit.

He opens his eyes and locks them straight with yours, giving you a soft smile in the process.

"You know I love you, right?" he asks in a faint whisper.

"I know," you whisper back, "I love you too, so much."

Loki's smile widens and he releases a small giggle as he closes his eyes lightly, a result of the loving, euphoric warmth he feels throughout his chest whenever he's around you. The sound makes your heart flutter and your stomach fill with butterflies.

Loki re-opens his eyes and lifts himself upwards slightly as he stretches a hand behind your head, entangling it into your hair, and pulls you down to kiss you softly.

His lips tangle with yours tenderly, moving at a slow pace that sets your heart alight.

His lips are smooth and warm as they suck at your lips.

You use your hand on his jaw to slowly ease his mouth open, deepening the kiss as you caress his tongue with yours, prompting a deep moan from his throat.

You bite his lower lip as you pull back to look at him, releasing it once you're far enough to see his face.

Loki slowly re-opens his eyes, and when they do open entirely, they are a clear, beautiful green, reflecting his adoration for you.

His figure lays in the tub in a carefree haze, a small love-struck smile playing on his lips.

He looks like he's high.

But good, a good high.

Loki moves upwards once more as he closes his eyes and plants another, hotter kiss on your lips. He deepens this kiss almost instantly.

His lips move at a more feverish pace this time, his motions frantic as if he's trying to mold your faces into one.

He pulls back once more, breathing heavily, his eyes a much darker shade now.

"I think...you should join me in the tub, dove," Loki murmurs as he glances at your lips then back to your eyes.

"Aren't you tired, Lokes?" you question.

"No, not anymore," he smirks, "besides, I have tomorrow off."

"Is that so?" you reply teasingly as you look into his hooded eyes.

"Yeah, it is," he answers as he moves to kiss you once more, this time slower, making your head spin with need.

He pulls you closer, beginning to pull your shirt off.

"I love you," he murmurs against your lips between kisses.

"I love you, too." you gasp back.

He pulls you alongside the tub, waiting as you take your clothes off, then helps ease you into the tub, his arms on your waist.

Then softly, tenderly, begins to make love to you, showing you exactly how grateful he is for you, expressing the love he harbors for you as he brings you to intoxicating highs, murmuring soft confessions of love along your neck and chest.

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years

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Schoolyard: 7

You go out into your living room. “We’re going home.”

“What?” Sif asks looking up from her phone.

“The hospital won’t allow me to work until Thor and my annulment is over so there’s no point in being here.”

“You don’t want to see any family?”

“My dad is still working, he and my mom are in Japan so I wouldn’t see them anyway. Jane was the only other person I really wanted to see and you saw how that turned out.”

“We can go whenever you want. The jet is at the airfield we just have to call in the crew.”

“Will you please? I want to go as soon as possible.”

“Call Thor.” Bryn says and you frown, “honestly he’s driving me crazy. Please just call him.”

“Fine!” You go back into your room and drop down onto the bed then video call him.

“Hi Elskede.” He says softly, he looks like he’s just woken up and when you look at your watch you realize for him it is nearly six am and that Bryn is a liar.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve waited. I forgot about the time difference.”

“No it’s okay. You look upset.” You nod then promptly burst into tears. “Oh Elskede.” He soothes and it just brings on more tears. You spill everything, how horrible Jane was and how it made you feel like such a shitty friend even though you’d done your best to reach out. How Peter had made a huge deal about you and Thor being married and practically screamed it to the paparazzi who you’re sure are going to sell it to the rest of the world. Then you tell him about work and how all you wanted to do was take care of sick kids.

“What can I do to help?” Thor asks as you finish explaining the last 24 hours to him.

“When I get home I really want a hug.” You tell him and he laughs softly.

“Elskede, that’s the least I can do. Anything you want.”

“Honestly that’s it. You’ve let me vent and cry and now all I want is one of those bone crushing hugs you used to give me.”

“Nothing else?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” You tease your mood already brighter. Someone knocks on your door, “come in?”

“Sorry to interrupt.” Sif says, “the jet can be ready before midnight.” You glance at the time and nod.

“That works for me.” You tell her glancing over at your almost completely packed bag.

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay longer Elskede?”

“Positive.” He nods and you lay back on your pillow. You’re still chatting with him when a loud noise from out in the living room catches your attention.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You lay the phone down and climb off your bed then open your bedroom door.

“Is everything okay?”

“Dr. Foster is attempting to gain access.” Bryn tells you, you notice the gun in her hand but don’t say anything.

“Why?”

“We don’t know.” You sigh and move toward the door but Sif stops you.

“Are you sure you want to do this again?”

“Yea.” You pull out the stop then open the door.

“What the hell. Why wouldn’t the door open.”

“Didn’t know if you told Peter where I lived or not and if he had a key.”

“What?”

“He came to my work Jane. Screamed about how I was married to a prince and how you’d told him everything. Just loud enough for the paparazzi to hear.”

“And I’m sure that’s all my fault.”

“Hell yea it is! I asked you to keep that to yourself!”

“I don’t keep secrets from my boyfriend.”

“Just your best friend then huh.” You snap and she glares at you.

“I just came to get some of my shit.”

“You know what? Just keep the fucking place. Thanks to your boyfriend I don’t have a job here anymore and Asgard and Thor already feel more like home than this fucking city does anyways.” You sneer before turning on your heel and heading back to your room. You grab your bag, shove the few things you took out back into it then grab your phone.

“I’ll call you back.”

“Elskede.” Thor starts before you hang up on him.

“Lose my number until you lose the shit attitude.” You tell Jane before blowing past her Sif and Bryn hot on your heels. When you get downstairs you’re horrified by the amount of press outside your place.

“Can we take you to the embassy now?”

“Fine.” You agree and the two women flank you on either side then hurry you out the door. The paparazzi start screaming the second they realize it’s you but you keep a passive face, you don’t look at them and you follow Sif and Bryn’s directions to the car. When you pull away some of the paparazzi follow you but Bryn easily loses them.

When you pull up to the embassy it Bryn hardly slows down. The gates swing open for you and slowly shut behind you while two guards block the drive. When the car stops Sif opens the door and you climb out then follow her into the embassy.

“Your Highness, welcome! I’m Tyr, the ambassador. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He’s a burly older man with a long white beard and shoulder length white hair.

“Thank you for allowing us to spend a couple of hours here. It’s much appreciated.”

“Of course your Highness. Is there anything I can get you?”

“No thank you.” You tell him as your phone starts to ring, you’re not surprised to see that it’s Thor. “Excuse me the Crown Prince is calling.” He nods and you step away putting the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Just wanted to check in. Did you make it to the embassy okay?”

“Yea, I’m just ready to be home.”

“It’s been weird without you here Elskede.”

“Can we do a long weekend when I get back? Before Spain?”

“That should be fine, where do you want to go?”

“Surprise me.” You tell him and he hums softly.

“I have to go though Elskede. I’ll see you when you get back. Have a safe flight.”

“Okay, bye.” You hang up then join Sif, Bryn and Tyr again.

“Everything alright?” Sif asks and you nod.

“If you have things to do you don’t need to host us. We’ll just be here for a couple hours.”

“Are you sure Your Highness?” You nod, “is there anything I can get you first?” You glance over at Sif and Bryn but both shake their heads.

“We’re good. Thank you.” He nods again then leaves the three of you in the sitting room.

You read for a couple of hours then head back out to the car and to the airfield. You sleep for most of the flight then take a quick shower and change just before landing. The ride to the palace feels like it’s hours long but when you get there Thor comes bounding out of the building and yanks open your door. You scurry out of the car and into his waiting arms. Thor holds you tightly to him, his chin rests on the top of your head and you let out all the tension you didn’t know you were carrying with a long slow breath.

“I’m so glad you’re home safe Elskede.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I’m glad I’m home too.” You tell him not moving from his embrace as people move around you. “I knew that this was exactly what I needed.” He chuckles softly but doesn’t move, god you’ve never felt so content, so protected, safe and happy.

“We have a meeting with the judge tomorrow then we can go on our trip.” The judge. The annulment. That shouldn’t fill you with so much dread but it does.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” Thor tells you and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Fine.” You finally release your grip on him then his hand ends up in yours, like it always does, and you head back inside.

“Mother wishes to speak with Doodle.” Loki says as they walks past you with their bodyguard Laufey behind them. “Alone.” They add and your eyes widen.

“I told her what happened with your friend. I hope that’s alright.” Thor tells you as you start for The Queen’s rooms.

“Oh, that’s fine. Do you think that’s why she would want to speak to me?”

“I don’t know. I’ll bring you there. We have a charity event at a hospital tonight, will you be alright to go?” As you make your way toward Frigga’s rooms.

“Yes, I don’t want anyone to think they broke me.”

“You have nothing to prove Elskede.”

“I know. I won’t have them think they won. Besides, you’d be so bored without me.” You tease and he chuckles softly.

“I’ll have some dresses sent for you.”

“Thank you.” You tell him as you come up to Frigga’s door. He nods, presses a kiss to the side of your head then leaves you to his mother.

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oneshortdamnfuse · 3 years

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Laurits has very clear attachment issues that I wish people would take into account when judging his actions. Not just why he flip flops between helpful and not-helpful behaviors, but why he struggles to connect with his peers in general. It seems a bit paradoxical - he gets attached easily to anyone who gives him the tiniest hint of acceptance / inclusion (e.g. Fjor & friends, Jens, Vidar...) but he is incapable of maintaining those relationships. He internalizes this, blaming himself. Yet, many of the people around him simply do not understand what it is like to be him. People in Edda seem generally accepting of gay, lesbian, and transgender people. At the same time, Laurits does not fit neatly into any one identity. He can make friends easily by being bold in his gender presentation and his words/actions, which people like. They just don’t care to know him beyond the performance he gives to gain the attention and acceptance and affection he seeks, and he doesn’t really know why that is so he calls himself a freak. He’s not a person. He’s a roadside attraction. He can certainly entertain people but he can’t ever truly fit in. This makes him feel unwanted and unlovable.

To compound all of this, Laurits has to deal with a familial identity crisis. Magne’s father, who Laurits admired and feared he couldn’t live up to, isn’t Laurits father. Vidar is a terrible person, but at this point Laurits is willing to do anything to gain a sense of belonging. Perhaps on a subconscious level, he knows Vidar is only getting closer with him to get to Magne. He was so happy to spend the day with Vidar, but his smile fell as soon as Vidar started asking questions about Magne. He didn’t want this. He just wanted a father who could be there for him, relate to him, teach him to be stronger, and accept him as their son. Now, he’s forced to split his loyalty between his father and his brother who hate each other. Helping either one of them calls into question his loyalties. No matter what he comes out a traitor. He’s not fully allowed to be either Vidar’s son or Magne’s brother. His desperation leads to an unhealthy attachment to Vidar, who is literally just using him. The rest of the Jutuls hate him and call him a bastard and a “thing” - not a person, a thing. Meanwhile, Magne becomes easily upset with him and doesn’t trust him even when Laurits does try to maintain their relationship.

Odin/Wotan, as usual, does not help matters. Laurits is trying to precariously balance his relationship with Vidar with helping out Magne. To just walk into the room with Magne offering help only to be told by Odin/Wotan that it’s in his nature to be a traitor was horrible (as if alienating and hurting Loki and his children didn’t make Ragnarok a self fulfilling prophecy...) He’s really just a kid who is trying to find his place. His awakening as Loki doesn’t make him good or evil. His skill of deception isn’t more or less hurtful or helpful than Thor’s direct and violent approach to problem solving. Being forced out, Laurits took Odin’s blood knowing it would be the only way to preserve his life. By being both god and Jotun, he’s no longer forced to be loyal to one side or another. He can pick whatever side helps him survive. That may seem self-centered of him, but that’s just what happens to people who don’t feel loved or cared for at all. They fight for themselves because no one else fights for them. Now, it’s easy enough to say - hey wait - Magne fights for him! ...but that’s... complicated. I have no doubt Magne loves his brother, but winning his battle hinges on the destruction of the Jotun... and Laurits is Jotun.

Maybe there is a way around that, but for Laurits it doesn’t look good. I’ve said this before, but it’s hard for Laurits to reconcile Magne telling him he’s his most important person and he loves him with Magne killing Vidar and forging a hammer that could kill more Jotun. I am not trying to condemn Magne, because I believe he did everything for the right reasons and he’s really trying to protect Laurits. It’s just that Laurits still doesn’t know where he stands, and by the end of the second season he’s decided to just stand for himself. You can really see how confused and frustrated he is by all of this after he is beaten and Magne rescues him again. Magne holds him. Apologizes to him. Affirms he cares for Laurits in his actions. It’s the closest Laurits gets to anyone showing him genuine kindness in a long time, and it’s from the one person who could utterly destroy him. Not only that, but Laurits now has his own weapon (the Midgard Serpent) which he may have to use against Magne either because the Jutuls force his hand or Magne does. The tears that roll down his face while in Magne’s arms seem at odds with the very next scene of him releasing Jormungandr but it isn’t.

It encapsulates Laurits’ inability to form any stable attachment to anyone and his belief that the only way he can survive this ‘war’ is to look out for himself and his own interests.

#long post cw #ragnarok netflix #laurits seier #loki #it’s also critical to realize that #loki’s complicated identity #across all different media and in the original myths #lend to the conflicts they’re in #this doesn’t make them inherently good or evil #and in their most natural state #they’re chaotic neutral #text post

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mimisempai · 3 years

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You may be out of my sight, but never out of my mind

Summary:

During his journey with Sylvie, Loki realizes that Mobius occupies his mind much more than he thinks.

5 times where Loki thinks about Mobius and 1 time where he realizes that he misses him.

Notes:

Loki along the episode 3, in the episode Mobius is not present... physically, but in Loki's head... it's another story...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32141530

1992 words - rating G

As he tried to keep up with her, Sylvie wryly asked him, "What exactly makes a Loki a Loki?"

Seriously, why were they all asking him the same thing? Loki remembered their first discussion with Mobius.

"All I seek is a deeper understanding of the fearsome God of Mischief. What makes Loki tick?"

Mobius... who seemed to know him before Loki even answered him. Who seemed to know before him what made him tick. Mobius who had made him tick, who had helped him see his flaws, but who hadn't used them against him.

He wouldn't reveal anything to Sylvie, he didn't know her well enough to trust her yet. Though a little voice in his head whispered to him, "You didn't know Mobius for much longer when you made yourself vulnerable to him."

Yes, but Mobius was Mobius as Loki was Loki.

He sighed before replying, with his usual verve, "Independence, authority, style."

Some would say three words weren't enough to describe him, but it was enough for now.

Sylvie sneered and retorted, "So, naturally you went to work for the boring, oppressive time police."

What a cheeky woman, she didn't know anything.

He protested, "I don't work for them. I'm a consultant."

Even though several people at the TVA had repeatedly reminded him of his place in the short time he'd been there, Loki liked to think that Mobius considered him as such.

If Loki was honest, he had enjoyed "working" with Mobius. Not to mention the way they had "grown closer."

But now... he didn't even know if they would get reunited and if they did... he didn't even want to think about it. He couldn't. He didn't have time for that.

Sylvie replied, "You don't know what you want."

Loki answered with a deflection, even though deep down he knew exactly what he wanted, or rather who he wanted.

Mobius...

"I can't sleep in a place like this."

Loki, surprised, asked Sylvie, "You can't sleep on a train?"

She replied, annoyed, "No. I can't sleep around untrustworthy people."

That he could understand.

Of course, he couldn't help but think of the last time he had slept like that.

In the TVA archives, while he and Mobius were doing research, Loki had fallen asleep. He hadn't just dozed off, he had fallen deeply asleep.

One could argue that it was because since New York he hadn't really been able to sleep, so exhaustion outweighed caution, or that he was bored with the research, but Loki knew it wasn't either of those reasons.

No matter how exhausted he was, no matter how tired he was, he had never slept in the presence of anyone else without his subconscious being in a state of minimal awareness.

It was ingrained in him. Few people had given him reason to trust.

In a place like the TVA, filled with hostile people, the presence of one person had been enough for him to let his guard down and sleep soundly.

He couldn't help but wonder why.

What was it about Mobius that was breaking down Loki's defenses one by one? Worse, what did Mobius have that made Loki's defenses fall one by one without making him want to run away?

Mobius...

Sylvie was a little more open and asked, "Hang on a second. So, tell... Tell me about your mother."

Sylvie was different in a way, kind of like Mobius, she made him want to confide... a little. Or was it because she was a variant of himself? In any case, he didn't mind answering, even if the news of his mother's death was still tough to accept.

"I barely remember her. Just blips of a dream at this point. You know, when I was young, she'd do these little bits of magic for me. Like turn a flower into a frog or cast fireworks over the water. It all seemed impossible. She told me that I'd be able to do it too because... Because I could do anything. You wanna see?"

He twirled his hand and mini fireworks erupted from it. He smiled, proud of himself.

Sylvie snorted and said, "Not bad.

Then Loki added, "She was the kinda person you'd want to believe in you."

Knowing the truth about his mother's death now, his sadness was all the greater. He could never again give her reason to believe in him.

The same little voice came again, "But there is someone else..."

There was someone else he would want him to believe in him.

Someone else who had believed in him enough to ask him for help, even if it was to fulfill his own agenda.

Mobius who had put his head on the line so that Loki wouldn't be reset, because he had seen something in Loki the same way his mother had always seen something in him.

Mobius had told him something that had resonated with him, like an echo of his mother's words.

"I guess I'm wondering why does someone with so much range just wanna rule?

But then things happened and Loki had to make this choice in a hurry.

He wondered if Mobius still believed in him now.

He could still hear him shouting just before he went through the portal.

"Loki wait!"

He couldn't help but hope that the man would listen to him before judging him.

That Loki would still have time to show him that yes, he could be believed in.

Mobius...

"How about you? You're a prince. Must've been would-be-princesses or perhaps, another prince." Sylvie punctuated her sentence with a little wink, as if she was daring him to prove her wrong.

But Loki was proud of who he was, and he wouldn't hide, he answered her with a little smile, "A bit of both. I suspect the same as you."

She nodded and Loki continued, "But, nothing ever..." he paused because what he was about to say was not completely true anymore.

However, Sylvie finished his sentence for him, "Real."

As he heard Sylvie say this word out loud, he realized it was no longer true. He took a sip.

This sort of relationship they had started with Mobius before they left for Alabama, Loki didn't want to believe it wasn't real.

He, the master of illusion, didn't want to believe that the emotions Mobius stirred in him weren't real.

He couldn't believe that the caress of his fingers, the taste of his lips that he could still feel were not real.

The very idea that the understanding and compassion he had read in Mobius' eyes was not real, it was terrifying to Loki.

Because for once he'd caught a glimpse of something that could only be his, not a throne, not a title, not glory. Just something real.

Mobius...

Sylvie had fallen asleep and Loki found himself alone with his thoughts, his thoughts that were only directed towards one person.

So he continued to drink and as the musicians played a melody that reminded him of Asgard, uninhibited by alcohol, he felt like singing and dancing.

With a snap of his fingers, he changed his borrowed uniform into that of the TVA.

It wasn't the leathers of Asgard, nor his god-like outfits, but he felt better right away.

Because it was the same as Mobius and it made him feel like he belonged. That the bond was not broken.

The jacket, even though it had the horrible name of Variant on the back, it was Mobius who had given it to him, who had told Loki that he looked smart in it.

Okay, drunkenness made him particularly sappy, but after all, for a short while, he felt like letting go.

He began to sing and dance in the middle of the dance floor, with some of the other passengers joining in.

When she sings, she sings “Come home”,

When she sings, she sings “Come home”

He almost burst out laughing when Sylvie woke up and saw him on the dance floor. She asked him where his uniform was. He just shrugged his shoulders and continued to sing and dance happily.

Suddenly the music became slower and more nostalgic, similar to a song his mother used to sing to him, and he leaned against the bar and couldn't help but sing along,

I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

og synger “når kommer du hjem?”

Men traner danser og fossene stanser

når hun synger, hun synger “kom hjem”

And before the emotion took over, he began to dance and sing happily again in an attempt to keep the nostalgia from overwhelming him.

When the music stopped, he returned to Sylvie and took his place in front of her.

She asked him with a raised eyebrow, "What did you just sing to look so troubled?"

Loki with a slightly tight throat, but trying not to let it show, answered, "It's Asgardian, it says :

In storm-black mountains, I wander alone

Over the glacier I make my way

In the apple garden stands the maiden fair and sings,

"When will you come home?"

Loki had to stop, overwhelmed by emotion.

Sylvie, her eyes devoid of all mockery, said softly, "So there is a would-be-princess somewhere..."

Loki chuckled sadly before replying, "I like metaphors you know, in this instance, it's not a princess, it's a prince, and I don't know if he's waiting for me or hoping to see me again, it's not even really my home, but..."

"...but you'd like to believe it, right?"

Loki could only nod.

Mobius...

Sylvie was explaining to him how her power worked as they made their way to where they could escape.

"That young soldier from the TVA, her mind was messed up. Everything clouded. I had to pull a memory from hundreds of years prior, before she even fought for them."

Loki stopped, shocked, not wanting to realize what Sylvie's words implied.

He asked her, urgently, "What? What'd you just say? Before she joined the TVA?"

She answered as if it were the most normal thing, "Yeah. She was just a regular person on Earth."

"A regular person?"

"Loved margaritas."

Loki continued as he began to understand, "I was told that everyone who works for the TVA was created by the Time-Keepers."

Sylvie laughed, "That's ridiculous. They're all Variants, just like us."

Loki appalled, "They don't know that!"

Mobius doesn't know that. The way he talks about the TVA, the jetski, Casey not knowing what fish are. They don't know that!

As they ran toward their destination, Loki couldn't stop the stream of thoughts that swirled in his head.

Mobius...

He thought back to their discussion.

"I think a TVA agent showing up on a jet ski on the Sacred Timeline, that would create a branch for sure."

"It'd be fun, though."

"Yeah, it'd be really fun."

"So, why read about them?"

"Just helps remind me of what we're fighting for."

How would he react if he learned that his whole life was a lie?

Loki knew it. Loki had lived it. He had been devastated when he learned that his parents were not his parents.

Loki's heart bled for Mobius, even though the man didn't know yet.

Mobius who had that kind of candor that Loki had lost for so long.

At that moment he realized how much he missed the man and how much he had become an important presence in his life. For the first time since they met, he didn't want his comforting and protective presence. He didn't want Mobius to be there for him, he, Loki, wanted to be there for Mobius.

He felt like protecting and comforting.

He felt like fighting for something other than himself.

At that moment, it wasn't the time keepers, or the tempad or anything else that mattered to him.

He had only one thought, only one word in his mind.

Mobius...

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The whole serie here : The story of Loki and Mobius

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

Not beta'd

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Imagine being chosen to, for all intents and purposes, replace Loki’s previous wife. Not quite where you had initially imagined your life, but you can go along with it.

You can’t quite shake the feeling that there’s something weird going on, though.

Loki rarely speaks to you, and it’s almost never more than five (not necessarily kind) syllables at a time. Despite his near-silence, he keeps at least one hand on you at all times. Grasping your wrist, on your shoulder(s), wrapped around your waist, gripping your elbow... The word “possessive” comes to mind on more than one occasion.

Your wedding day comes, and all of Asgard is ready to party. At least, until another certain prince congratulates you.

“Thank you, Thor.” You curtsey to your new brother-in-law.

Loki scowls, pulling you away from any and every man who so much as looks at you.

Weird.

That night, your heart is racing. So are your thoughts. You’ve had this same icky feeling in the pit of your stomach since your engagement began, and it hasn’t let up in the least.

Why?

You make yourself as comfortable as you can and try to mentally prepare yourself for what certainly lies ahead.

Loki stands beside the bed, staring for a moment, before he douses the last light in the chamber and lies down beside you. “Good Night.”

It doesn’t register at first. He’s... not even going to try to touch you? On your wedding night? After acting so possessive and jealous before?

Also weird.

And slightly offensive. Doesn’t he at least think you’re pretty?

There’s a certain chill on one side - the side of you Loki happens to be on. The same feeling as if you’re being closely observed. Watched.

You turn from your back onto your side, facing him. The room is almost pitch black, but you can still clearly see his face mere inches away from yours.

He hasn’t closed his eyes, and you’re suddenly afraid to close yours.

“Sleep.” His voice is almost a growl.

“I-I... I can’t.”

Judging from his glare, that was the wrong answer.

“What was her name?” The question comes out before you realize you’ve even thought it.

“I said sleep.”

But you can’t. You close your eyes and hope he doesn’t notice.

For the next seventy-two hours, you’re too intimidated to speak to him. Even if he is your new husband.

There’s something exceptionally weird about his refusal to answer your question. Not wanting to think about a previous love is one thing, but he didn’t seem sad. He seemed angry. Hostile.

It’s borderline suspicious.

You consider privately asking someone else, but that’s not an option. He doesn’t let you out of his sight.

Later, you muster up the courage to try again. If you don’t get answers soon, you may go crazy.

Not that you don’t already have a hypothesis of your own, but it couldn’t be true. It’s much too dark and... well, scary.

You sit on the edge of the bed, watching as Loki polishes his helmet. “What was her name?”

He looks up at you, his expression anything but friendly. He doesn’t answer you.

“What was—?”

“I heard you the first time.”

You feign bravery until he throws his helmet to the floor, making you flinch at the thudding noise it makes.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend—”

“If if was any of your business, I would have told you.”

Time to drop it again.

Curiosity killed the cat, but it’s gnawing at you. You give Loki time to get over your “nagging,” then switch tactics.

You gently offer up information about yourself most husbands would like to know about their own wives.

He gives you an I-couldn’t-care-less look, and you stop.

There is another trick up your sleeve. You’re not sure it will work, but you’ll never know if you don’t try.

You adjust your nightclothes a tad, allowing an extra peek of skin here and there, before reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Loki gives you a skeptical look, but seems to welcome your affections.

It’s the first time he’s ever kissed you.

When you break away, he looks dazed.

You ask again.

“What was her name?”

“... Sigyn,” he whispers.

“What happened?” You keep your tone soft. Sultry. Inviting him to tell you more.

“Sh-She died.”

You gently squeeze his shoulders. “How long ago?”

His head lulls to the side. “Almost half a century...”

“How?” You trace your fingers along his jaw, his cheekbones.

“Hmm...”

The trance fades as he nibbles on your fingertips. He realizes what he’s said.

“How did she—?”

Loki presses a finger to your lips. “That’s enough of your questions. You should rest.”

Your marriage still isn’t consummated for another week, and even that isn’t because he has feelings for you. No, you’re well aware it’s only because of the pressure for the king of Asgard to have an heir.

Otherwise, you’re not sure you would have been dragged to the palace in the first place.

It’s not fun. You don’t enjoy it. Frankly, you find it boring. Gross. Sloppy. Uncomfortable. Painful, even. Not like you had expected.

But Loki seems to have had a lovely time.

He’s dazed again.

And sleepy.

You have to make this count.

“How did Sigyn die?”

You have to know. He’s clearly hiding something. What isn’t he telling you? Why won’t that nagging, suspicious feeling go away?

“She went missing. It was a long time before they found her remains. Or... what was left of her remains.” He sighs. “I was the last to see her alive.”

“Oh, Loki...” You reach out to brush your fingers against his face. “That had to be difficult.”

“They never determined how she died, though.”

Something is horribly wrong.

His eyes start to close. “I thought they’d never find her... I thought...” He trails off, as if he doesn’t want to continue his thought.

You begin to wonder if you were right all along. But that would mean... No. It can’t be. The thought disgusts you for more reasons than one.

“She knew so much. She knew more than even me. Smart, inquisitive thing... Curious. Always asking questions.” He smirks. “She was a lot like you.”

You gulp. There’s something about that remark, that smirk, that doesn’t sit well with you.

But this high seems to make him honest. Open. It’s the first chink you’ve found in this armor of his.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You twirl strands of his dark hair around your fingers as you scoot closer to give him a deep kiss. “Loki... My darling...” Your voice is barely a whisper.

He sighs, and you know you have him completely hypnotized. “Yes...?”

It’s now or never.

“Did you kill Sigyn?”

#Imagine #Angst #Lover #Loki #Others #God of Mischief #submission #taniismean #replace #previous #wife #thor #congratulates

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taaroko · 3 years

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Kid Loki fic: Love Is a Dagger

Loki spoilers through episode five!

Summary: Loki and Sylvie have made it past Alioth thanks to Old Loki's sacrifice. Three more people Kid Loki has lost, but he's pretty much used to it by now.

Between "I killed Thor," Old Loki fulfilling his glorious purpose, Lokigator being the absolute goodest boy, and that glimpse we got of Mjolnir and Throg, "Journey into Mystery" left me feeling very inspired. I hope you like it!

Word count: 1131 Characters: Kid Loki, Lokigator, Throg

(Here’s the Ao3 link, or you can read it here.)

Loki should have helped them. He should’ve gone back when the old man did, but he was too afraid. He’d been running from Alioth for what felt like half his life—just the sort of existence he deserved after what he’d done.

“Hah! You fell for it! ...Thor? Thor! Stop it! The dagger was only a joke! Brother, get up!”

His throat grew tight and he scrubbed the back of a hand over his eyes. He bent down and picked up the battered helmet that was all that remained of the old man. Alligator Loki let out a wailing growl.

“I know,” said Loki. “I’m going to miss him too.” He’d met dozens of versions of himself down here, and he would be happy if he never saw most of them again, but the old man had been a friend. They’d looked after each other, and he didn’t treat Loki like a helpless child. The two new ones hadn’t been so bad either. He hoped they succeeded, wherever they were now.

“Come on. We shouldn’t stay here in the open.”

He got an inquisitive growl in reply.

“If they haven’t already killed each other, yeah.” He wasn’t deeply attached to the bunker where they’d been staying, but it was as decent a place as any to stay safe from Alioth. They could at least check to see whether the other Lokis were still there. Maybe set a trap in case they tried to come back.

They trudged across the fields of detritus. Alligator Loki got tired of walking before long and let Loki carry him. Loki didn’t mind. A lot of new things had fallen here since the last time he’d been out this way. He decided to have a look in case he could use any of it, which would give the other Lokis time to finish each other off if they were still fighting.

He found a functioning vehicle that looked like it could handle rough terrain pretty well and some interesting circuitry he might be able to rig to explode. Alligator Loki found an entire refrigerator full of meat that was still edible. Loki shrugged and heaved it onto his shoulder to load into the back of the vehicle. Once it was secure, he was about to ask if they should call it a day when he heard a quiet sound nearby. Like muffled croaking and something tinkling against glass. Alligator Loki looked up from the pieces of meat he’d been making short work of, a bit of one still dangling from the side of his mouth.

“I’m not sure,” said Loki. He held a finger to his lips, ducked down low, and conjured a dagger. They approached the source of the sounds slowly. Nothing jumped out at them to attack, and the sounds led them to a small ridge of rubbish. Loki looked at Alligator Loki, who nodded his big snout. Loki braced himself, then leapt out from behind the ridge.

There was nobody there. He frowned and looked down. His eyes widened and the dagger vanished from his hand. “Mjolnir?” he said. He had only seen the warhammer once before, when Father had shown him and Thor the relics in the Vault. According to stories he’d heard from other Lokis, the hammer was meant to be Thor’s, if he lived long enough to wield it.

Loki wished he hadn’t come this way. He could handle the endless copies of himself, but a Thor? He’d sooner let Alioth catch him than face one.

“Brother, please wake up! I didn’t mean it I swear!”

“Let’s get out of here.”

Alligator Loki didn’t move. He made an odd chirruping sound and bumped a glass jar with his nose. This resulted in a series of frantic croaks and ribbets. Curiosity overcoming his desire to leave, Loki grabbed the jar. Inside was a frog dressed in a winged helmet and full armor. Royal Asgardian armor.

He froze while the frog continued to beat webbed fists against the glass. Alligator Loki swiped at Loki’s foot and yipped impatiently. Heart pounding, Loki twisted the lid off the jar and reached in to scoop out the angry frog. The moment his fingers touched the slimy skin, he received a moderate zap of electricity—bad enough to be slightly painful but nowhere near enough to do real damage. “Hey!” he protested. The frog hopped out of the jar and landed on Mjolnir, still croaking angrily and stamping his webbed feet.

Alligator Loki lost what remained of his patience and bit Loki lightly on the leg. It was obvious what he wanted. Loki shouldn’t do it. He should run straight for the new vehicle and get as far away as he could. The ache in his chest wouldn’t let him. He raised a hand and felt for the enchantment around the frog. It wasn’t a spell he’d ever personally cast, but shapeshifting was easy, and apparently doing it to someone else wasn’t that much different. It took him a few minutes to study the spell. He found the loose threads of seidr in it and pulled. Green light engulfed the frog, and then a blond adolescent boy was standing in front of him.

“It’s about time you undid your stupid spell!” he shouted, his face bright red. “Were you really that jealous Father gave me Mjolnir that you had to ruin—” He broke off. “Are you crying, Loki?”

Tears were indeed pouring down Loki’s face. He fell to the ground and pulled his knees tight to his chest. “I’m sorry, Thor,” he said, his voice cracking horribly. “I’m so sorry.” Why was he being so stupid? It wasn’t even his Thor!

“I’m very glad you’re sorry for turning me into a frog,” said Thor, “but Loki, what’s going on? Why do you look two hundred years younger than you did this morning? Where are we? Why’s there a little alligator in a horned helmet hugging my leg?”

Loki wiped his eyes and accepted the hand Thor was holding out, letting himself get pulled to his feet. He stared up at Thor’s earnest, confused face. He was at least a foot taller than the Thor Loki remembered, and his hands and feet were far too big for the rest of him, but he was looking at him just the same as he always had. Suddenly it didn’t matter to Loki that this wasn’t his Thor. (And judging from the way Alligator Loki’s mouth was hanging open in a silly grin, it didn’t matter to him either.) “I can explain everything,” he said, “but it’s going to take a while and we need to get somewhere safe first.”

Thor bent to pick up Mjolnir (the weight of it made him sway a little; he obviously wasn’t used to it yet) and beamed at Loki. “Lead the way, Brother.”

I can't believe I made myself cry writing about a character who's only had ten minutes of screentime. I love this show.

This is most likely staying a one-shot, since I'm already 200K+ words deep into my other alternate timeline Brodinsons fic and it does not need competition for my creative energy, but it miiiiight end up being a couple chapters longer, because there are one or two more things I'd like them to do, especially if the final episode doesn't do anything else with Kid Loki.

#kid loki #brodinsons #throg #lokigator #loki series #loki spoilers #loki #thor #loki fanfiction

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yourmcu · 3 years

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Bloodlust

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x vampire!reader

Summary:

There’s a vampire in the city. Natasha (and Steve) went to investigate the aftermath of your killing spree.

Word count: 2,402

A/n: disclaimer! all info about vampires, description of vamps are based on tvd

Warnings: blood, violence, swearing, angst but fluff at the end? kinda confusing if I’m being honest but that’s ok! lmao

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Natasha found herself walking around the woods again. Not because she wanted to - well, half of her did, but she needed to find and talk to you for more important reasons.

The day (or night) before yesterday, she crossed paths with you. She went out with Steve in the woods to investigate more than a dozen deaths that occurred in less than two weeks, it was nothing compared to Loki’s attack in New York but they were... gruesome.

Steve pressed a button on the remote, showing three different pictures of the victims as holograms. They weren’t normal - murder - pictures, no bullet wounds or knife slices/stabs. One had bite marks all over their body, one’s head was entirely snapped off. But they had one thing in common: they looked drained, and thin. “There are fifteen more like that. Each gory than the other.”

They all let out noises of disgust.

“Definitely a psychopath,” Tony muttered.

“A deranged serial killer?” Bruce suggested.

“There’s bite marks. It’s probably an animal.” Sam emphasized on ‘bite marks’.

As she continued to walk, Natasha’s fingers brushed on the mark on her neck. For something that was two days old it still stung really bad sometimes. She’s not proud of it. You made her feel incredibly vulnerable that night, weak.

It all started when you jumped from a tree and landed on your feet just behind the redhead-

Natasha had her gun pointed at you in an instant. She was trained and could identify a murderer when she sees one but surprisingly, you looked... normal. Her eyes lowered, checking you out if you had something sketchy on you, but you just looked like a civilian in their mid-twenties or thirties.

You put your hands behind your back, smirking. You licked your lips and mimicked the way she looked at you up and down, not showing any signs that you were threatened by her lethal weapon. “Hey there.”

She was beautiful. Red hair with blonde tips, green eyes, plump lips, she gave off a fierce aura. She looked tough. You liked it.

Natasha kept her usual cold expression and her tone wasn’t any different. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Neither should you...” you reached out to rest your palm on the barrel of her gun and-

Bang!

She let out a shaky breath when you barely flinched as she shot a bullet through your hand, eyes widening. It was a metal bullet, it had little to no effect on you. You made an amused noise before ripping the weapon out of her grip and used all your strength to pin the fighting ex-assassin against a tree.

Her speed and strength surprised you. She kicked you hard in the abdomen before her back hit trunk and punched you across the face several times. For you they only stung for a moment; she had no match against you. She had no idea what she was dealing with.

Natasha looked up when she doesn’t hear pained grunts or signs of weakness from you. You smiled, gripping both of her wrists again. “I’ll have a go now, yeah?” She was grunting, struggling, trying to push you away. “You’re stronger than I thought you’d be.”

You forced her to look straight into your eyes. The only light source was coming from the moon but you could still see her green eyes perfectly. So beautiful.

“Think you can relax for me, hun?”

Natasha stared up at you curiously, breathing steadily. To her you looked so irresistible all of a sudden that she had no choice to listen. Her hands that gripped tightly on your arms relaxed, she was now the one holding on to you.

You moved a side of her hair back to get a clear view of her neck, smiling, “good girl.” Your fangs protrude and poked the sides of your lips, the whites of your eyes turned crimson red as black veins popped out just outside both of them. The smell of her blood filled your senses more intensely-

Well you all know what happened next.

Steve decided to show up while you were feeding on Natasha, successfully saving her from you, much to your dismay. They evacuated right away so you wouldn’t do more harm to the pair. They’d be fighting for a long time against you if they stayed, now knowing what you were capable of.

Natasha hated that she felt intrigued and curious by you, or eager if that’s one word to describe it, she doesn’t know exactly what she was eager for but, she can’t help but think about you.

A small cottage came into view, finally, and Natasha stopped walking. Under different circumstance she’d say it looked pretty cozy. She went on to knock on the door, not sure if you were the one occupying it, but she was right.

You answered the door, raising an eyebrow when you saw who it was.

She doesn’t say anything but her heartbeat quickens. You wordlessly stepped aside to let her in.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said softly, not wanting the air to be filled with awkward silence. Your eyes trailed her as she looked around your - the supposedly abandoned cottage that you may or may not have forcefully stole from a now deceased man. “After what I did to you I was sure the last thing you wanted was to see me again.”

She opened her mouth to speak but was astonished by how fast you’ve gotten in front of her to look at her neck. The bite mark you caused was still there and still looked bad. She tried to read your expression but couldn’t, and was taken by surprise when you bit your thumb without hesitation, a generous amount of blood oozing out.

“I... I don’t-”

“It’ll help but, suit yourself,” you shrugged, wiping away the blood and the wound immediately healed right after. You disappeared for a moment in the kitchen. “I apologize, I’m not used to having visitors. Are you here to kill me, Miss Romanoff, or did you want something else?”

Your stare lingered on her when you came back with a bottle of wine. You did a lot of digging on this woman ever since your encounter and if it wasn’t for your sudden attraction to her you would’ve finished her off already. You thought she was merely a sidekick to Captain America but as you dug further, she might as well be as dangerous as you.

But she was quiet, soft and maybe nervous around you, giving you the feeling that she felt the same way. Your little crush grew more at the thought. As a vampire, everything about you was magnified. Your senses, strength, and if you ever felt it for a certain person, feelings.

“I’m here on behalf of the Avengers,” Natasha spoke, slowly as if she’s choosing the right words to say. “Look, we mean no harm to you, or your kind. We just want to know your intentions...”

“It’s Y/N,” you said absentmindedly, and added, “you’ll never convince me, unfortunately. I won’t come with you.

“I’ve been around for, what, two centuries now and... that sort of play’s getting old. I lost friends the last time I heard that same line.”

You rubbed your temple while taking a swig of the red wine straight out of the bottle.

“I’m sorry to here that.” Natasha shifted from where she was standing, still not budging whenever you urged her to take seat.

She didn’t know where to go from here if she was being honest. The plan - well, the original plan, was to kill you. Stake to the heart. Just like that. But after hearing that little story, Natasha’s regrets about suggesting an interrogation on you faded. It’s not like you wanted to be a bloodsucking, immortal monster in the first place, right? You were human once. And it didn’t seem like you dedicated yourself to be completely against humans, because if you did, Natasha would be dead right now without a doubt.

She may or may not have suggested that because you also did leave quite the impression on her.

“Is that genuine, or is this all part of your plan to kill me?” You said coolly, getting up once more to put away the bottle. “Because you’re doing great - oh I forgot, you’re a spy, after all-”

In a swift movement you found yourself on the floor, bottle shattering, drilling pain on your shoulder and Natasha above you, pulling out a pistol. You winced as you struggled to pull out the thick wooden stake buried in your shoulder. You definitely did not expect that.

Natasha gave you an almost apologetic look, but it returned to its usual stoicism. “I’m giving you a chance to do this the easy way,” she breathed out. The sudden attack made you turn to your original form, she looked at the way your eyes faded from red to white again, black veins still pulsing around them.

With your incredible speed and strength you applied pressure to her stomach with your knee and pinned her against the wall again. “What the hell do you want from me, Romanoff?”

What was she waiting for? She could’ve stabbed me already and her job’s done. She’s easily done this before, why was she hesitating now?

Your foreheads were touching and both of your breaths were ragged. Her eyes were so beautiful up close. “You never wanted to be like this,” her voice was barely a whisper. “It’s never too late to change.”

You weren’t all that bad, Natasha was right. You still had a bit of goodness left in you. The vampire that turned you so many years ago didn’t give you a choice, everything just sort of happened. You had no choice but to live like this.

“Is that what this is about?” You mumbled back, loosening your hold on her.

Both of your guards were completely down now.

“I’m a monster,” you said bitterly. “I’ve done horrible things. I’ve killed so many innocent people.”

Natasha gave you a sad smile. She almost had the same background as you. Being an ex-assassin, yet now she was saving lives almost every day.

“You know,” she said, feeling a tingle when your lips brushed against hers. “I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes.”

You gulped, suddenly struggling with your words. But you didn’t have to say anything anymore since her lips connected with yours. Natasha ran her hands on the back of your head while you cupped her face.

The warm sensation didn’t last for long. You heard something whiz by, and the next thing you knew you had a burning sensation all over, it made you weak. You pushed Natasha off you to look for the source but you were too weak-

The last thing you heard was the door opening and Natasha saying “Clint!”.

-----

Your cell reminded Natasha of the one on S.H.I.E.L.D’s helicarrier, specifically the one they used on Loki. But yours was more small and instead of it being inside an aircraft it was inside the compound.

It’s been a few hours since you went unconscious. Clint used four vervain shots just to knock you out. Natasha had to remind Steve endlessly that you were not to be killed unless things don’t go well.

“Are you sure this one’s a vampire? ‘Cause it looks like you just closed your eyes and picked a random person outside.” Tony leaned over the glass to get a good look at you.

But once you gained consciousness you lost it. You sped up to the glass, slamming your whole body against it which startled Tony. Not to mention you were in your vampire form.

Some of them cursed when you managed to get a crack on the glass on your third pound. “I don’t want to be here.” Your fists visibly shook as you spat at Natasha. “How do you expect me to change when you trick me, Romanoff?”

“Stark, do something about that glass.” Steve ordered as he pulled Natasha away from your cell.

“Right. You better have those shots at the ready too, Robin Hood.”

“Steve, I’m going in there,” Natasha removed his hand from her arm. She already knew what the look he was giving her meant. “I’ll be fine. Even I didn’t expect Clint to engage last night.”

So she made her way inside, the steel door shut behind her. You were silently pacing back and forth, still shaking. You had given up on the glass when it was replaced by a more durable one.

“Y/N...”

“Get the fuck away from me.”

“I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, glaring at her and glaring at Steve outside the cell who was watching you intently. “Just get your pals in here and finish the job.”

“I really do believe you can change-” she insisted.

When she went to touch your shoulder you immediately grabbed her wrist. Natasha was speechless when she saw your twisted face, eyes scarlet and unrecognizable, your fangs just waiting to sink into flesh.

“I can’t change.” you whispered. “I was meant to be like this.”

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Ending 1: Natasha fights and convinces you that you still have a bit of humanity, despite being what you are. You end up having to fight Steve and the others too but they manage to knock you out a second time. When you wake up, Natasha’s the only one in the room with you. That’s when you both get to talk properly, and then you get to be one of the Avengers. It’s unusual, but it works, using your powers and abilities for good, not having to kill people but you feed on blood bags instead (occasionally). And maybe you even end up dating Natasha.

Ending 2: You completely snap at Natasha in the cell. Steve and Clint burst in to help her. This causes you to get even more aggressive. The fighting took a while, Tony and Rhodey even got into their suits to fight you, but you threatened them with the lives of their friends so they couldn’t do much. You knocked out Steve, Natasha and Clint, so it was now Bruce’s turn. They were a bit conflicted of letting Hulk out since they were sure he’ll destroy the whole building. But Wanda came out, using her witch powers to weaken you, it finally ended with a stake to your chest.

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