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leoneslover · 3 years

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Lollipop ⊹ ۪ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ

Buddha(snv) x reader(fem!)

Prompt: I wonder if his lips taste as sweet as the candy he eats...

Warnings: NSFW!suggestive, semi-public, oral fixiation, biting, spit swapping, food play?? (Just toying with a lollipop).

A/n: this is EXTREMELY self-indulgent and I am not sorry for it. Buddha got me down bad ngl 🤕🤕

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You watched intensely at the god in front of you, the silence between you two thick with tension, though you weren’t so sure of what kind. The whole ragnarok situation got everyone pretty uneasy, and you weren’t an exception at that, fidgeting in your spot as you waited.

He wasn’t really looking back at you, his back against the wall, staring to his side at the other end of the hallway, waiting as well. And you’d be doing the same, if it wasn’t for the lollipop that he kept rolling in his mouth. For some reason you just couldn’t keep your eyes away from it. The sounds of the little stick clashing against his fangs as he toyed with it seemed to pull you in a trance.

The fact that he was pretty handsome as well wasn’t helping at all. You’ve never really got a chance to interact with Buddah in the past, you’ve seen him a couple of times sure, maybe even made eye contact once, but that was really it. But now he was standing in front of you, an indescribable aura around him as he lazily pulled the candy out of his mouth. Cherry red glistening as he rolled it in between his fingers.

It was almost hypnotizing, the way he slowly brought it back towards his mouth, tongue coming out to give it a couple of tentative licks, his fangs poking out slightly as he slid the lollipop down his flat tongue. You could feel your own mouth going dry, heat going up your face at the lewdness of his actions. His lips puckered up as he just kept playing with the candy, that was now almost completely covered with his spit, making it glisten in the light of the hallway and staining his lips with a shiny red tint.

“Do you like cherries?” He broke the silence suddendly. His voice taking you out of your little trance, just to find out he was now staring at you right in the eyes.

A shiver ran down your spine, his gaze lazily hinting at something as he offered you a small smile. And even though you felt pretty embarrassed (for both staring and from his earlier actions), there was something about him that made you relax a little, as if he was giving you the green light to play along his teasing game if you wanted to. And oh how you really wanted to.

“Did nobody ever tell you to not play with your food before you eat it?” The double implication of your words hanging heavy in the air as he raised his eyebrows in surprise, before laughing lightly.

“Hmm probably, but I can’t really remember...” he trailed off, getting off the wall and slowly making his way towards you, “but I know you’re not supposed to answer a question with another question, right?”

He stopped right in front of you, taking the lollipop back into his mouth as he waited for your next move. You smiled sideways, looking up to him with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“I suppose you’re right” you leaned back into the wall, and as you were going to reply with something else, he interrupted you by taking the candy out of his mouth again with a popping sound.

“Want some?” He offered you with a glint of playfulness in his eyes, barely masked by the glasses that rested low on his nose bridge. You rose a brow, a little confused as to what he was offering you exactly. But curiosity got the best of you, giving in once more to his little teasing game.

You nodded, and he smiled. An almost mischievous expression as he got even closer to you, leaning down until your heads were lined up. His intense gaze bored into yours, and you thought he might just go and kiss you, the mere thinking of it being enough to make your heartbeat pick up speed. However he just stayed there, calm as ever, as he brought the lollipop up to your mouth-

Oh-

His cherry stained lips curled into a different smirk as you parted your lips for him, letting him push the candy into your mouth as he watched intently. It was sweet, as sweet as a lollipop could be, and you couldn’t ignore the fact that he was the one sucking on it before. Your breath hitched as he held the little stick for you, gaze traveling down to where your lips were sealed around it.

You licked around the candy in your mouth, playing with it as it’s sweet strong cherry flavor coated your senses. He didn’t say anything, just stared as you repeated some of his earlier ministrations yourself, a bit of drool pooling at the sides of your mouth from all the licking and sucking.

His eyes shot up to your eyes again, just to find out you were already staring at him, and that you have been all this time. Softly, he popped the candy out of your mouth, now staring in awe at your shiny lips.

“So pretty..” he hummed, voice low as he got even closer, a hand coming up to cup your face, thumb traveling down to your lips, pressing against them as he swiped it through the mix of sticky melted candy and saliva. “Who knew you could look so pretty, (y/n)-chan~”

You felt your own face getting warm at the situation. The way he pronounced your name having you weak at the knees, even though you didn’t really remember telling him your name right now.

His breath was tickling your face, and as he placed his other hand in the wall behind you, right my your head, trapping you against him, you couldn’t help but to start feeling a little hot all over. He pulled your lower lip down slightly, just enough for your mouth to open a bit so he could finally plant a kiss on them.

His own lips were wet as well, sliding perfectly against yours in a kiss that seemed to scalate pretty quickly. You closed your eyes and gave in to kiss, letting him take over as he shoved his tongue in your mouth, the taste of cherry combined with his own flavor erupting a pleased noise from the back of your throat. The hand that cupped your cheek slowly slid down the side of your neck, ghosting over your chest and finally stopping to get a grip of your waist.

He broke the kiss, giving you a break to catch your breath as his own fanned over your mouth, heavy breathing sounds being the only thing that broke the silence between you. He smirked, placing another shorter kiss on your lips before bringing his other hand down. He placed the lollipop back against your lips, and you didn’t think twice before taking it back into your mouth, cold and sweet against your heated tongue.

He didn’t hold the stick for you this time, letting you do as you pleased as he placed his hand on your hip instead. His head hung low right next to yours, breath tickling your neck, lips ghosting over your pulse point in hopes of getting some sort of reaction. And he did, not missing the way your breath hitched and how you tilted your neck for him, giving him more access.

He placed light kisses all over your jaw, slowly moving down as he switched for deeper kisses this time. Eventually you could feel him sucking on your skin, open mouthed kisses in search of your weak spot. You placed a hand on his shoulder, a light moan finally escaping your lips as you tried your best to not lose it right there and then. The hand that was holding your hip softly made its way under your shirt, warm fingers traveling towards your lower back to press you agasint him, only your shoulders being supported by the wall behind you as he held you in place.

His fangs grazed your soft skin and you shivered, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin at the sensation. And like always, he noticed. He did it again, purposely this time, and then again, dragging them with a little bit of pressure all the way from your jaw to almost your collarbone. You moaned, a little louder this time, almost dropping the lollipop that you were still holding in your mouth.

Encouraged by your reaction, he bit down softly on your weak spot, immediately soothing any posible sting with his tongue. But you just moaned again, nails now pressing against the bare skin of his shoulder were you placed your hand earlier. He bit down again, harder, and the feeling of you involuntarily rolling your hips upwards against his had him groaning agasint your skin.

He continued to nibble and kiss on your neck, definitely leaving a couple of marks that you were going to have to worry about later on. But you didn’t really care right now. You didn’t really care about anything else right now. Not even about the fact that you were in the middle of a hallway, where anyone who were to pass by could clearly see you. Or about how you were supposed to be patiently waiting for... who were you even waiting for?? You forgot, clearly, and your head was too busy with what was happening to remember.

He raised his head slightly, enough for his breath to tickle your ear as he spoke, “I think we’re gonna have to continue this later darling, if you still want to~”.

You frowned, a little confused. Why did he had to stop now, just as you were getting to the good part. You were going to reply, but he suddenly stood up, letting you down against the wall again and taking the lollipop out of your mouth to place it on his once again.

The sudden noise of steps being heard in the distance was all the answer you needed as he stepped back into his previous spot across from you, not before gifting you a playful smirk that promised more fun for later.

#snv x reader #snv buddha #ror buddha #shuumatsu no walkure #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv #record of ragnarok #ror x reader #[🌶]— spice #[🍓]— txt

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kueruzu · 3 years

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Crona/Maka, first date

I’m too excited for this

CroMa First Date(Post Anime):

Maka and Crona have had romantic tension for literal months. But neither will say anything aside from Crona thanking Maka for existing and Maka saying that she would kill someone for Crona if need be.

Ragnarok and Soul are frustrated beyond belief so after the fifth time that day of those two being blushing messes, both of them come from honestly no where and say ask the other’s partner out.

Both get Maka-chopped. Maka then takes over the confession and insists they have a proper first date.

Crona passes out.

Maka insists on planning everything for Saturday. When they leave, first thing to do, what time to leave there, the next event, etc. She needs a plan.

Crona is simply happy to go on the date but feels bad that they’re making Maka stress. Maka however is actually super excited and just wants the day to come.

She planned to go to Death Plaza, and a walk around the city, and have a picnic in the park. And all that nice stuff

Saturday comes!

They end up getting rained out and Maka cries for ten minutes while Soul pats her back and Crona panics. Ragnarok laughs till he’s chopped by a sad and frustrated Maka.

Soul decides to help Crona and Maka set up a fort in the house while he and Ragnarok go out to grab something for dinner. He forgot that Ragnarok is stuck to Crona. So he just bribes Ragnarok with candy to not pop out and ruin the date.

They put on a movie once Soul goes out and Ragnarok hides and they lay on the floor on the makeshift blanket and pillow fort they made in front the T.V. Maka is leaning up against a few pillows while Crona is nuzzled into their side.

Maka wants to watch some horror but decides on a Disney movie instead for Crona’s sake. Tangled gets picked and later on, Soul is wheezing from laughter about the choice.

After Tangled, Crona and Maka agree on a Disney movie marathon. After a few hours of that, Soul comes back and Maka is knocked out with Crona cuddled up besides her.

Crona gets up to help Soul cook, patting Maka’s head since they don’t know how to deal with giving her a forehead kiss. Soul rolls his eyes while Ragnarok pops out to whack them.

After helping, more so giving Soul fifteen mini heart attacks, make dinner Crona goes to grab Maka.

Maka in her sleepy state mumbles that she’ll only get up for a kiss and Crona very shyly kisses her cheek.

She squeaks and shoots up, both now a blushing mess. She insists she gets to kiss Crona’s cheek now and Ragnarok stops them cause he’s starving.

After dinner Crona has to go home so Soul offers to drive them. Since there isn’t room for three this is goodbye for the two.

Maka very politely and maybe a bit aggressively asks to kiss Crona’s cheek and they’re yelping and nodding. Crona physically cannot word and Maka happily kisses their cheek before shooing them away.

Then Soul drives Crona home and Maka goes to her room to cheer and squeal.

Crona got home and screamed into their pillow in joy.

Crona x Maka first date (Post Manga):

Maka wakes up on Sunday a year after post-fight and prepares a dinner to take out.

She’s prepping for an early graduation so she can do diplomatic meetings with Death The Kid. But today she has free. Soul is still in bed, knocked out.

Maka spends the rest of the day running errands. Soul goes to play ball with BlackStar. Once it starts getting dark, she packs up her dinner in a basket and heads out.

She makes her way all the way to the edge of the city in the dessert and sets up a blanket to star/moon gaze.

After eating and setting out a little riceball on the blanket beside her, she lays down to stare up at the sky. She reaches up towards the moon.

“I promised okay? Wait for me. I still need to tell you we’re more than friends Crona.”

She beings her arm back down to her after a moment and smiles fondly, taking a deep breath in.

“Won’t you be my partner Crona?”

Oh look at that, angst

#soul eater #maka albarn #crona gorgon #soul eater evans #kue’s headcanons #crona x maka #first date #angst #just a little #as a treat #soul eater anime #soul eater manga

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amarriageoftrueminds · 3 years

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How do you cope with Steve's completely out of character actions in Endgame? And by coping I mean have you ever tried to come up with some kind of logical explanation not to justify, but at least to try to explain them? Because it's been two years since Endgame came out and I'm still wracking my mind about certain scenes, trying to come up with a logical explanation for all of them. For example, the one at the very beginning where they're going to space to kill Thanos and Steve had to look, of all things, at that goddamned compass (I've never held so much contempt for an inanimate object); again, during that therapy session meant for people who lost loved ones in the Snap, and he just went and talked about Peggy, and I want to know, why? Or him telling Natasha that maybe "it doesn't need to be done" and how is that actually Steve Rogers? And I'm not even going to talk about the ending, because well... I don't think they'll ever retcon that ending, but if they do I'm rooting for the Skrull theory.

Oh, I forgot to say, I'm not talking about the deliberate writing choices, I'm talking more from a fictional standpoint.

How do I cope-

Tbh I don’t?

I never understood why fans could go so mental over certain directors (all this fuss about whatsisface and Star Wars, for example). Until Endgame.

I’ve never left a cinema before feeling like I hated one of my favourite characters, re-evaluating everything they’ve done before as if maybe I’d misread them and they’d been a douchebag all along. It was absolutely gutting in a way that shocked me.

So I just don’t watch it; Steve’s isn’t the only character assassinated, after all. Thor’s portrayal was actually nasty (I’m not a fan of Ragnarok either, for how much it took the piss of or destroyed; I want Asgard back!) And there’s a scene where Tony is asked to save trillions of lives and he just says no?! WTF?? Steve giving Sam the shield was the only thing it did right and even that frankly, as we’ve seen in FATWS, was a poison chalice.

BUT

you didn't ask how shitty I think it is (we ain’t got all day) you asked how I'd explain it so:

Some possibilities...

1. Steve is a Skrull.

Steve had a breakdown after Infinity War but still didn’t want to be seen to let his remaining friends down so he hired and trained a skrull to imitate him. Maybe he went to live somewhere else, maybe he put himself into cryo. This opens up the problems of how he know what a skrull is, and how he made one imitate him.

Maybe it wasn’t Steve himself who hired them but someone else? Fury? Or maybe someone else kidnapped Steve, shut him into a cryo unit, and put the skrull in his place, with a view to abusing Steve’s power in the snapped world...

2. Steve is some other supersoldier wearing a Steve nanomask.

Again, hired to impersonate Steve for some reason and not very good at it and raises the question of why.

and my personal fave:

3. Steve is Loki.

Ours isn’t the universe in which we beat Thanos.

In our universe, Steve turns to dust along with half the world.

But, all the wizardly timelines show that the Snap can only be undone, and the stones restored to their rightful places, by a team which includes Steve.

So...

While he is fixing timelines with the Time Police or whatever they're called, Loki is tasked with imitating Steve to make sure events go as they’re supposed to with Thanos, the second time around.

This begins by inserting Loki-Steve into the first Thanos battle in Wakanda, immediately after Our-Steve dusted, while everyone is disorientated, and in such a way that nobody notices the switch.

The Time Police Or Whatever They're Called give Loki a copy of everything Steve’s ever said, but he only skims it and so only has a very superficial basic idea of who Steve really is. To do his job Loki isn’t allowed to abuse Steve’s power, and since he isn’t a Steve fan at all this results in a Steve who seems unusually apathetic and self-centered and doesn’t connect with anyone else who’s gone through the Snap because Loki himself didn’t.

This means that during the time heist, in 2012, there were two Lokis.

BUT, like all good plots

There's a Twist!

You remember how 2012!Loki briefly impersonated Steve to make fun of him, before Thor put the gag on him?

What if he did it again?

What if:

2012 Loki stole the tesseract from the lobby, disappeared, got the gag off, and then reappeared elsewhere in Stark Tower because -- like the 2023 time-thieves -- he wanted to go and get the mind-stone scepter for himself.

He knew everyone trusts Captain America, so he took on Steve’s form.

And he was wandering around upstairs (where 2012 Steve shouldn’t have been since he was supposed to be out in the streets helping with clean up), when he bumped into...

2023 Steve...

Who was also Loki.

2012-Loki loses the fight because 2023-Loki has the scepter and 2012 can’t give away that he has the tesseract.

After being knocked out, 2012-Loki wakes up, and uses the tesseract to take off before he can be caught again.

(But then he is caught by the Time Police Or Whatever They're Called and told or forced to badly-impersonate Steve on and off for five years.)

2023-Loki-Steve and 2023-Tony go back in time to the 1970s to get the Tesseract. Because he’s Loki, he also sneaks a bunch of extra Pym Particles for himself.

When Bruce snaps his fingers and brings everyone back, that includes Our-Steve.

During the confusion created by Thanos’ arrival and nuking of the Avengers HQ, 2023-Loki briefly pulls Our-Steve into an alternate timeline.

There he explains to Steve what he needs to do: including shaving his beard 😩 , cutting his hair, switching his Nomad costume for his OG Steve get-up, and then going into battle against Thanos.

He also explains that he has been whanging on about Peggy and that he stole extra Pym-Particles so no one will be surprised if Steve were to- say -disappear back in time.

Then they nip back to 2023, where our Steve slips into step beside a clueless Tony and Thor.

So the Steve in the awesome kickass portal battle is our Steve, from Wakanda.

This is why he is able to wield Mjolnir and Stormbreaker.

The Steve on the time-platform is also our Steve, but is half-assedly acting out the shitty ending Loki arranged for him because he's decided he does want to disappear and retire.

And the old-Steve who gave Sam the shield is our Steve who used the half-developed time-heist suit to age himself up, before then reverting back to his proper age.

(Bucky, of course, was in on all this, and pointed out that if Steve were really from the future he would probably be wearing a wedding ring. This is how he and Steve accidentally get engaged.)

Loki sneaks up to New Asgard, where he impersonates Valkyrie; so he can spend a bit of quality time with his brother -- only for Thor to declare him (as Valkyrie) King and announce he's off on a spacetrip.

So Loki goes back to the Time Police Or Whatever They're Called, mission accomplished.

Or does he...?

#long post #antiendgame #meta #headcanon #hey nonny #toAyourQ #endgame steve is a skrull #...OR IS HE???#stuckbunny #🤔#ask cat they said she'll give you a nice concise sensible answer they said #(no they didn't)#and the 'steve kissing peggy' shot we saw #was like the Story According to Luis montages from the ant-man movies:#the story they told // not what actually happened

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iamanartichoke · 3 years

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[please blacklist spoiler tags: #loki tv series spoilers, #loki series spoilers, #loki spoilers]

Yes, I did just watch episode 2 at 5:30 in the morning.

No, I am not sorry. Not at the moment, although when I inevitably crash later this afternoon, I will be.

Just some very, very quick - and scattered and messy - thoughts: That is a straight up lie; they’re definitely scattered and messy but not very quick at all.

Under the cut for spoilers and length.

I’m going to start with Loki’s characterization. My honest opinion is that Loki’s overall characterization feels like a fic characterization. He definitely is not Avengers Loki, like, at all. I don't know if Tom just, like, forgot how to play that Loki or ...?? That, or Loki was so much more mind-controlled than we realized and getting hulk-smashed just completely reset him back to zero but also fucked him up a little bit and affected his personality, kind of like how some people completely develop weird new personality quirks after a traumatic brain injury.

… yeah, I think that’s where I’m gonna land for now. TV series!Loki feels like a more-or-less canon version of Loki, but if that Loki got hit in the head really hard and now he’s just a little bit fucked up but overall no worse for the wear. Which - it may be that it’s so early in the morning, but that’s actually really fucking funny to me, lmao. God, I kill me. It’s not funny.

No, but, that’s pretty much how I feel. He’s ooc but he’s also ic, and the reason I’m not particularly bothered by the inconsistency, for lack of a better word, is because that’s what pretty much every fic Loki already feels like to me? (Including my own, so I’m not, like, saying that in a derogatory way.) Which is why I say Loki feels like a fic!Loki and to try to explain it better - there is always, for me, a little suspension of disbelief that I employ when I read fic. The reason for that is because the context, the plot, and the dynamics of the fic are usually pretty different than what we ever get in canon, so it becomes a matter of taking film!Loki and, like, bending him a bit in order to fit him into the perimeters of the fic.

The result ends up being that I don’t see the exact Avengers!Loki or TDW!Loki, and thus by definition the portrayal is ooc, but the version that I do see feels like a genuine extension of the canon version, possessing enough of Loki’s overall traits and characteristics that he feels authentic, albeit a bit pretzeled for the new context.

I honestly think that’s something that’s unavoidable, just due to the fact that in fic - and now, in this series - there are a lot more variables at play than there are in the films, wherein Loki is not just a supporting character but also the villain/antagonist and is therefore very limited in what he does/what the narrative allows him to do. When those limitations are taken away, what are we going to see? Probably a lot of different things, and yeah, a lot of them are going to feel a little ooc. And, like in fic, even if the characterization mostly lands, there are definitely bits and pieces (some fics more than others lean this way) where the author didn’t stick the landing or got carried away or otherwise probably forgot for a while that they were writing Loki, not their own OC.

That’s the point where it strays into cringe territory for me (and where the ‘heh, he’s Loki but with a brain injury’ aspect comes in), but while I had to consciously decide to just ignore those moments, overall the tone in this episode felt a bit more balanced between the new, the old, and the cringe, and less whiplash-y from the beginning of the episode to the end.

… I have no idea if that makes sense, but what I’m basically saying is that while I am enjoying this version of Loki, I do recognize all of the ways he’s ooc but, unlike how I feel about Ragnarok!Loki, the ooc-ness feels genuine and unavoidable rather than just a fundamental and careless misunderstanding of the character altogether. In other words, I feel like any ooc-ness here is happening despite the writers taking care to do their best, and isn’t just a result of Loki being lazily written by a person or persons who just doesn’t want to bother with him at all.

Again, I don’t know if that makes sense, but fuck it, there we are and I’m moving on.

I liked all of the little details, including again, things that felt straight out of fic, like Loki asking Mobius why he has the jetski magazine. (Also, if any of my thorki friends read this, was I the only one who noticed that when we see Loki reading the magazine, it just happens to be open to a page with a picture featuring a jet skier who looks like Thor? l.m.a.o.)

Loki interrupting things to explain the difference between illusions vs the other power (I can’t remember which one, off hand, and if I stop writing to go look it up I will lose my train of thought and not finish this) was great, but his overall input and contributions to the missions inspired very mixed feelings for me. On the one hand, I loved that the narrative, via Loki, is reminding us of all these things that he’s capable of that the films generally left out or brushed aside or ignored - but, every time he spoke, he was met with eye rolls and sighs and just a general feeling of “someone please shut this guy up” and I didn’t like the narrative treating him that way.

But also, it’s understandable bc none of the people on his team are actually on his team. None of them want him there (story of Loki’s fucking life), none of them trust him, and none of them are particularly interested in hearing what he has to say. So it’s like, I understand why they reacted the way they did, and I don’t think their reactions are meant to support an overall narrative undermining of Loki’s skills and input - but, the tone is hard to read for me bc I am very defensive and protective of Loki. I can’t quite determine the line between the TVA agents being unreliable narrators (ie, they’re annoyed by Loki bc of who he is to them, but that doesn’t mean the audience is supposed to feel the same) and the TVA agents validating that Loki is just being a nuisance (and, thus, the audience is supposed to feel the same).

That is, I know how I am consuming the narrative (that they’re unreliable narrators), but I’m not sure if that’s how tptb are intending for me to consume the narrative - and I guess it doesn’t really matter, but it’s worth mentioning.

In general, I really liked, again, Loki existing in his own space and watching the way he carried himself. I especially found it interesting that his hands were almost always in his pockets - for one thing it's a stance I tend to imagine him taking often in fic, but also it’s kind of a weird choice bc pockets don’t seem to be a thing in Asgardian clothing. It makes me feel like Loki is the kind of person who never knows what to do with his hands but is always conscious of them, as is common among anxious and self-conscious people, and I just find that relatable on a weird level.

I am really kinda torn on Mobius in this episode; when not interrogating Loki, he’s much less antagonistic toward Loki and therefore I’m more inclined to take-him-or-leave-him but I’ll go ahead and take him I guess. Yet at the same time, bc he’s not interrogating Loki he’s also not trying to put on a show for Loki and when you take that away, he really doesn’t seem to like Loki at all. It supports that Mobius only wants what Loki can do for him and doesn’t actually particularly care about him as a person, which is fine and more or less what I figured, but it contributes to me not really being able to decide how I feel about him in general. Idk, though, I kinda like their dynamic? Like I want them to end up friends?

Regardless, Tom and Owen have amazing chemistry and it’s really funny to me bc (not to be a jerk) I honestly didn’t know Owen Wilson could act. Like, I’ve never seen him in a role where he wasn’t just playing Owen Wilson. So for him to not only be playing Mobius so well but also having such chemistry and a sense of holding-his-own against Tom Hiddleston is like, color me surprised but pleasantly so.

I like B-15 a lot, even though she obviously hates Loki, so idk why I like her but I do. I like Renslayer less, but meh. (Side note - when I was in undergrad in Syracuse, I took the Amtrak from Syracuse to Boston and back more than a few times, for reasons that aren’t relevant, and that route always had a layover at Albany-Rensselaer and every single time I see Renslayer’s name, I want to call her Rensselaer instead.) Shout out to the guest appearance by Casey, sorry Loki stole your juice lmfao.

The moments from the trailer that were very cringe were less so in context (though still kinda cringe, tbh). I think we’ve seen most of the content from the trailers in the first two episodes now, though, which means going forward, it’s going to be like 95% previously unseen material (aside from the brief apocalyptic shots and so forth).

One thing I fucking loved was how Loki, reading about Ragnarok, was visibly affected and even teared up a bit, and you could tell he was in his feels about it, but then later when Mobius expresses sympathy, Loki is just like, “Uh huh, very sad, but anyway.” It was a subtle (well maybe not that subtle) but effective way to remind us that what Loki presents to other people is more often than not a mask and he keeps his true feelings close to the chest. It makes last week’s breakdown have even more of an impact, I think, bc clearly Loki was at the end of his rope to allow himself to show that much raw emotion and vulnerability, but also - for me - there’s a niggling little doubt there that wasn’t there before, in that there was probably more performance in it than I thought.

By which I mean, I think his reaction to the film of his life when he was alone was genuine but, while I previously thought his admission to Mobius later was also genuine, I now think was probably half genuine and half performative. I know others already figured that out, but I’m a little slow and, also, I don’t mind changing my opinion and interpretation from week to week.

Along the same lines, I wasn’t exactly surprised to see that Loki is “undercover” in the TVA, but it was nice to see it acknowledged fairly quickly. Not sure I buy that Loki wants to overthrow and rule the TVA - it’s still a little too “Loki only wants a throne” for me, but again, just because that’s what he told the variant doesn’t mean that’s actually what he’s after.

And, finally, I like the variant, I love Loki’s reaction to seeing her, and while I realize that the show has acknowledged Loki’s gender fluidity and we’re meant to assume that Lady Loki (I guess? Not sure if we’re going with that or not here) is Loki, I saw a theory somewhere about how this is actually not Loki-Loki, but - I wanna say her name Sophie but that’s the actress, again I can’t go look it up bc I will lose my train of thought - but it’s a character who is similar to Amora and who was created by Loki and models herself as Loki but she’s actually someone else.

Ugh I can’t remember the details of the theory, but I am kinda going with it bc I don’t think that Loki would look so - not surprised but just kind of “oh, well, I wasn’t expecting that” if he were seeing the female version of himself. Like, he doesn’t seem to recognize her the way I assume he would recognize himself, male or female. Not only does that make me feel like she’s actually someone else, but also not recognizing her as the female version of himself doesn’t necessarily mean Loki doesn’t recognize her at all. He may very well recognize her as this other Amora-similar character and, if so, I really want to see how that character fits with MCU Loki (as I think she’s a comic book character but, again, I’d have to go back and find that theory).

Edit: I found a version of it here.

Overall score, B-. Mostly solid, but needs moar Loki breakdowns and tears. (That's just me, don't fucking judge me.) Also, I really hate that we have to wait a week between episodes. I wish they were following Netflix’s method of dropping the entire season at once but, then again, if they did that, I’m not sure any of us would survive.

I gotta get ready for work and I deleted and rewrote so much of this and it still seems nonsensical to me, lmfao fml. Anyway feel free to interact/send me asks/whatever, it’s going to be a long fucking day with all of this on my mind. I’ll be working my way through my dash as best as I can.

Oh, also! Loki is so fucking pretty in this episode! The TVA suit is ugly, but he makes it work, and his hair's combed nicely and he looks like he finally got an opportunity to sleep and shower and eat something and, yknow, it's working for him.

#loki tv series spoilers #loki series spoilers #loki spoilers #loki pokey artichokey #also thought it was interesting that as soon as mobius gave him the jacket #loki barely took it off and didn't go anywhere without it #lending even more credence to the fact that he likes to be as covered up as possible at all times

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i-prefer-the-term-antihero · 3 years

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So this is going to be a long, overemotional/melodramatic post... but I need to get my feelings out somehow.

I've only watched ep1 so far, but I really love the look of, and am really excited for, the new Loki show.

When I first saw that some Marvel shows were coming to Disney+...okay, yes, I was definitely excited about Wandavision and Loki, because those are three of my favorite marvel characters. But at the same time, things did feel a bit like a marketing ploy. Of course Disney would make a bunch of marvel shows on their new platform--thats what'll sell. Of course they'll pick Loki, because he's really popular and that'll sell more. I wasn't even sure I'd watch Falcon and Winter Soldier. It didn't feel like I could genuinely be excited about the shows, thinking this. And, don't get me wrong, this problem is still there, no doubt about that.

But I've definitely enjoyed Wandavision and Falcon and Winter Soldier, especially the former. I thought they were solid shows.

So even though I LOVE Loki as a character...I came to the trailers with this sort of bias in mind.

Now, let me be clear, I don't just love Loki.

He was probably the first character I ever became truly obsessed with. I'm pretty sure he was the first villain character I liked, and kind of awakened my love for redeemable villains (which, if you couldn't tell by my url, stays strong today). He's a character I've loved since Thor came out in 2010. He's been in my life for ten years, and in a way shaped who I am.

I enjoy marvel overall, but pretty casually. I definitely keep up with all the movies, but I don't totally obsess over all of them. However, I still remember just how unfathomably excited I was when Dark World came out. How unbelievably happy I was to see Loki again. How I savored every joke he made, every tender moment with him, and just how happy I walked out of that theater. When I watched Ragnarok, I was older, so I wasn't quite so giddy, but that kid inside me is still there, and still jumped and grinned every time I saw him come on screen.

Needless to say, he holds an extremely special place in my heart. Even though I have characters now that I potentially like more, he's sort of been my "favorite character" for ten years, and I will always adore him.

I'm sure its been said by plenty of Loki Stans but...I absolutely hated how Infinity War went.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not mad because he died. Okay, of course I'm mad he died. But I can deal with character death. In fact, I sometimes prefer a character getting a dramatic and fulfilling death to them getting a happy ending. (And there are things I liked about his death--like, I really adored his dialogue, that he was dying for a good cause.)

But what I hated the most was that it felt like the creators didn't know his character. Loki is the god of mischief. He would never EVER launch a straight attack on a villain, no illusions, no back up plan. I'm sorry, but that's just not him at all. (Sure his plans in Avengers were more scattered and went horribly...but, firstly, he was being mind controlled so he wasn't all there, and secondly, if I remember correctly, there was still a level of mischief in his plans. He didn't generally do things straightforward. That's part of what made it fun to watch.).

(Loki wasn't the only character I felt they did this with in IW. I hated that they just had Cap live his life through time with Peggy. Not that I hate that idea itself, it's cute of course. But Cap is so incredibly selfless. He would never just do something so selfish like that...It wasn't him).

In addition to that, I felt like I saw the puppet strings so clearly in that scene. That movie was all about shock value. I don't think a movie--at least one in a franchise like marvel--should ever be made purely for shock value. It should be about what's right for the characters and the overall storyline. If there's some shock there, great. But give the audience an actually fulfilling story. Don't make your entire plan to shock and horrify the world that loves these characters/this franchise. In that scene, it truly felt like they were "Oh hey Loki's like the most beloved character, right? Lol, let's break his neck within the first five minutes to show we mean business. They'll hate that."

I'm a writer, I know the merit in going "okay, hey, we're going big here, we need to set up our villain early, and set up how this movie overall is going to go with the first scene." I know why they felt the need to kill off a character in the first five minutes.

And hell yeah I'm largely just mad because it was my fave, of course I am.

But it didn't feel like they were going "Okay does this make sense for Loki's character? Is this a good way to have him go out? Will this satisfy our audience who loves him?"

It felt like they were going "Okay let's pick the most beloved character so it'll shock, annoy, and hurt people the most."

And I'm not okay with that.

I'm just some shmuck, there's nothing I can do about that. But I'm not okay with that. I was so not okay with that, that I've pretty much hated marvel for all the years preceding Infinity War, and have not been fully excited about anything marvel related since then. I have barely interacted with Loki content since then it affected me so much.

I know it's melodramatic, but It felt like they were killing my childhood. That little piece of me that got excited every time he came on screen. That piece of me, that had been so excited to see him be on the side of the villains in infinity war, because it just meant I got to see him. It truly felt like a small part of me died when I watched him die.

So when the Loki trailers came out? In a weird way ....I couldn't even be excited.

They were bringing him back, potentially erasing the problem I have with Infinity War. And yet...I couldn't be excited.

First off, when I saw what happened with him in Endgame (it made me extremely happy and hopeful, let me tell you, but it obviously didn't fix everything) I was kind of under the impression he'd just be causing mischief throughout space and time for the show, and I was absolutely here for it.

So when I saw the trailers were him getting caught immediately, and then recruited for the side of the good guys...I was like "okay so...the same plot as other Marvel movies? The plot of Ragnarok again? He gets stranded on an alien planet, and has to work for the leaders. There's lots of fighting, like there is in every other marvel movie, which is the part I least care about." When I saw the trailers I didn't get to see Loki being himself at all. I saw other people controlling him, and then him working for the good guys. That's not Loki. Loki is mischief. Loki works for himself. Loki fights, yeah, but his character actually has depth and emotion to it, he's not just for brainless fighting. (And whoo boy let me tell you I was mad when I saw the DB Cooper part of the trailer and thought they chopped his wonderful hair off when they made him a good guy, like they were totally changing his identity. And also let me tell you the SHEER RELIEF I felt when I found it was just a tiny scene, and his wonderful hair will remain (please God let it remain)).

So here I was thinking "great, its infinity war all over again. I'm gonna have a whole show of them not knowing and staying true to his character."

Even though that little kid inside of me was still there. Even though that little kid was going "Dude! Dude! It's Loki! An entire show about Loki! You won't have to wait for him to show up on screen, he'll just always be on screen! He'll be the protagonist! Do you realize how much I would have loved this if I got to see it years earlier?" I was so tired, and so mad.

But now I've watched the first episode.

And for the first time since infinity war...I felt like I could breathe again.

Here I thought they'd forgotten his character. They forgot that he's the god of mischief, that he's funny, that he's, well (to use the words of Thomas Sharpe)...absurdly sentimental.

And they didn't at all.

From minute one he's himself, wanting to rule the world, cracking jokes, refusing to be controlled, causing mischief when and where he can. They actually showed the progression of why he'd be willing to work for them really well.

And gosh I loved that scene where he sees what his life would be like. From the moment Mobius started showing him scenes from his life, I was desperately hoping he'd be left alone with the device and get to see more of his life, and desperately hoped he'd see and react to his death.

And they did not disappoint.

They remembered. They remembered that he's ambitious, that he's not controlled, they remembered that he's funny and mischievous, and that he's a special marvel character, that you can actually get deep and emotional with. They remembered all of it.

Watching Loki watch his own death was like taking all those years of anger, and for one brief moment melting them away. I felt like I wasn't alone anymore. Wasn't alone in going "hey that's not Loki." Loki himself was watching it, and could judge that for himself. And most importantly, it was confirming before my eyes that it was no longer was his end.

And him being the villain and the hero? I cannot explain to you how much I love that idea. How much and how well that keeps in line with his character. A great premise and protagonist can make for a poor story if it has a poor villain, and, to be fair I haven't seen how it goes, but that seems like the perfect--and perhaps only--villain who could make this show absolutely stellar. I'd love to see them explore that Avengers-level villainousness, with him also being a hero like we see at the end of Ragnarok. It'd be fun to see his two sides trying to convince each other to join them. It would truly feel like they understand all aspects of his character.

I'm older now, so I don't get nearly as excited about things as I used to. I wish I did. I almost wish this came out when I was younger so I could be more excited. But that kid is still inside of me, and I'm so excited to see him on screen all the time.

Now...I don't really care so much if it's all about the money.

It's a whole show about Loki. I don't have to wait for him to come on screen, he's just there.

This feel like more of a relief than I can possibly express.

(@mylokabrennauniverse @annievvv7 I’d be curious to hear your thoughts/if you’ve felt similarly!!)

#loki #loki tv series #loki tv series spoilers #loki tv #loki series #loki laufeyson #marvel #mcu #marvel loki #loki mcu #loki show #marvel mcu #loki marvel #mcu loki #thor #thor the dark world #thor ragnarok #infinity war

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latent-thoughts · 4 years

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The Pursuit of a Simple Life (Chapter 1 - PAC & Co.)

[Co-Authored with @emeraldrosequartz]

Rating : 18+ (there be lots of citrus here).

Warning: None

Pairing: Loki/Original Female Character

Summary: Three years after returning to Earth with the other Asgardians following Ragnarok, Loki finds himself working for SHIELD, truly just trying to fight the boredom. While on an undercover mission, he unexpectedly begins to fall for his co-worker, Gemma, and she seems to feel the same way…about Dave, his alter ego while in disguise. Can Loki continue a relationship with her while keeping his true identity a secret? How many lies can the ‘God of lies’ spin to keep his pursuit of a simple life?

[Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017); THOR IS A GOOD BRO AND TOTALLY NOT HOW HE WAS IN RAGNAROK, THNX; Infinity War Doesn’t Exist; Everyone lives]

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IMPORTANT NOTES: Bold Text = Loki’s POV Normal Text = Gemma’s POV

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Loki sat at his desk, going through a list of mundane tasks that he had to perform today. Most of them were meetings.

Those just bored him enough to make him contemplate another take-over of Midgard.

At least it would be an exciting endeavour!

But… Loki wasn’t the same as he was during the campaign of 2012. He had recovered and dealt with his demons, as the Midgardians would say. It also helped to not have a constant psychotic influence on his mind.

He still suffered from the consequences of his actions, though, in certain ways. But over all, he was faring well, if he’d say so.

After landing on Midgard, post destroying Asgard, Loki had tried to settle down with other Asgardians in New Asgard (still counted as part of Norway). But, that hadn’t really worked out for him.

Thor was their king now, and Loki just couldn’t stand being relegated to his brother’s shadow while he ruled. He had himself ruled Asgard for more than three years, and now, the demotion just rankled.

The issue was, Loki wanted to carve out a niche for himself, a space where he belonged, where he could not be held down by the stuffy Asgardian values.

Hence, one day, just weeks after landing on Midgard, he had shown up at Nicholas Fury’s office. The man had nearly ruptured a vein in his head upon seeing Loki there. That was fun.

But it had worked out in Loki’s favour in the end, for he had offered his services to SHIELD off his own volition, explaining - in great detail - how he felt responsible for the safety of Midgard.

Surprisingly, Thor had supported him in this endeavour when Fury had contacted him, entreating Fury to give Loki a chance, since he had recently rescued all of the Asgardians and been on ‘good behaviour’ ever since. He had a sneaking suspicion that Thor just wanted him off his back, since he wouldn’t stop nagging him about his kingly priorities and unwise administrative decisions.

For some reason, Fury hadn’t put up a lot of resistance, agreeing to take Loki in as an aid to SHIELD.

Hence, here he was… trying his best to do his job.

Well, not quite.

He was undercover, investigating PAC & Co., the company he was pretending to work for. This was, by far, his most boring assignment in the last three years of his association with SHIELD.

The only bright point seemed to be the pretty young woman who sat a few desks away, in just the right location for them to be able to look at each other from time to time.

Her name was Gemma…… he forgot her last name, for it was something of a tongue-twister. Ah, Spitznaegel.

She was easy on the eyes, and she wore those pretty short skirts to office, something an Asgardian lady would never do. Those lovely legs were a sight for sore eyes, a great distraction for a wandering mind.

“Dave, man, you got a meeting upstairs. The boss is already there,” someone called from behind him as he admired the woman, pulling him out of his reverie.

Ugh, he hated his undercover name.

“Yeah, going man.” He stood up and rushed off to the elevator, making sure to give Gemma a smooth smile as he went by her desk.

Gemma immediately slammed her hand over the doodle she had been working on when she realized that Dave might see it. She smiled back, hoping the blush she felt rising to her cheeks wasn’t too apparent. She was trying to be cute and flirty…but honestly she just hoped to God she didn’t come off as manic or overly excited or…anything that might make Dave think she was weird.

The doodle said “G+D”. It was really stupid and immature and something that a middle schooler would do…but this job was SO BORING. Any kind of creative outlet helped her get through her day. And daydreaming about the hunky new sales rep - with a British accent…. uuunnngggghhhh–seemed to be taking up more and more of her time.

After Dave passed by, she leaned back so she could look at his little cubicle - it was even smaller than hers, but he kept it impeccably tidy - everything had a home and it stayed there until he needed to use it, then it was immediately returned to its place. He wasn’t there often - as one of the Outside Sales Representatives, he was usually on the road, meeting with existing or potential clients who may have a need to buy any of the wide variety of cardboard packaging and janitorial supplies made by PAC & Co…

God, this job, this company, her life couldn’t be any more dull…

The one bright spot was this awkward, budding infatuation with her hot co-worker.

Suddenly, a little fire ignited in her gut. If I don’t like it, I have to do something about it… she thought. Before she could talk herself out of it, she ripped a clean sheet of paper off her notepad and wrote: “Drinks later? Call me - 231.555.6743. 💗 Gemma”

Then she immediately crumpled it up, threw it in the trash, and got another piece.

“Hey cutie, how about—”

Crumpled. In the trash. New sheet.

“Dave - would you like to get drinks with me sometime? Circle Yes or No.”

Gemma groaned and threw that one away too, then put her head down on her arms over her desk. What was the point? She’d just blow it anyway.

With a sigh, she went back to running the sales analytics.

An hour later, Loki came down to his floor, feeling quite stabby towards his so-called boss, Oliver. The man was an absolute twit, with no manners to speak of. He had literally wasted his last work hour in that stupid, meaningless meeting.

He’d never have spoken to him so high-handedly had he known Loki’s true identity.

And that was the rub–he had to keep his true identity completely hidden. Pretending to be someone else entirely.

He had done so in the past, and he knew he was quite good at it. But Norns, he had not done so for this long (well, except when he was playing Odin). It had already been more than three months in this stupid disguise of short golden hair, ocean blue eyes, and appropriately priced Midgardian clothes.

As he passed by Gemma’s desk, he saw her trying to furiously write something on her notepad. She was so preoccupied with it that she didn’t even look up.

Oh well…

Setting his office folder on the desk, he set about completing the rest of the tasks he had before calling it a day.

Once that was done, he remembered that he had to take out some prints for his sales meetings the next day. So he gave the printer the appropriate commands and then went off to fetch the prints from the corner cubicle dedicated to the enormous machine.

Most of the office was empty now, and it suited him just fine. He could use some solitude in this mad place.

At the end of the day, most people had already gone home. But…her program had crashed several times that day. IT didn’t respond to any of her calls or emails, and now she had to complete the analytics by hand before she could leave.

F. M. L….

Not to mention…she hadn’t really given up on writing that note to Dave. She was on her 32nd attempt when he walked by, leaving his meeting, and she hunched over trying desperately to look busy so he wouldn’t ask what she was doing…

Oh, you know, just trying to craft the perfectly written 10-word letter to see if you want to get drinks with me sometime. Please don’t talk to me, or I may vomit on your shoes from the nervous breakdown I’m about to have over it. Thank yooooou…

Her pencil tip snapped off. Of. Fucking. Course.

Gemma stood up and headed to the cubicle where the printer, the pencil sharpener, and all the other “shared” office supplies were. And she was pleasantly surprised/utterly horrified to see Dave waiting at the printer.

Don’t blow it don’t blow it don’t blow it…

She walked up and stuck her pencil in the sharpener without saying anything, and it loudly started grinding away at her pencil. Dave immediately jumped and looked at her, shocked by the sudden noise. Gemma just…smiled, feeling her face turn beet red.

“Uh-hum….sorryyyyy….”

Oh God, kill me now…

Loki was pleasantly surprised to see that the disturbance in the supply-cum-printer cubicle was being caused by none other than his lovely colleague, Gemma.

She sweetly apologized to him for the noise, turning a pretty shade of red as he kept looking at her. Really, she was quite a fair maiden, and also, seemed to possess all the qualities of a lady of good breeding.

“It’s not your fault,” he replied, leaning against the printer as it churned out the prints for him. “These contraptions are far too noisy for their good, no?”

Oh God oh God oh God… Gemma’s stomach was in knots as she tried not to look like she might pass out. Come on…it’s just a person…HE’s just a person…you talk to people all the time, just open your mouth and SAY SOMETHING.

“Yea…yup…they sure are…”

GOD DAMNIT FUCK SHIT FUCKITY FUCK FUCK WHY?????

“So…um…whatcha printing?”

If he hadn’t been looking right at her, she would have facepalmed. Ugh…smooth, Gemma…

He smiled at her question, adding a bit of flirtation to his tone as he replied.

“I think you know what I’m printing, Gemma.” He licked his lips and watched her keenly as she turned redder still.

This was infinitely amusing. The girl was indeed attracted to him. Well… to his persona.

He licked his lips…HE LICKED HIS LIPS!!! Does that mean something? Is he flirting with me? Or are his lips just dry? Does he need chapstick? Should I offer him chapstick? Shit, it’s in my purse…should I offer to GET him chapstick?! WHAT THE HELL, GEMMA, HE DOESN’T NEED CHAPSTICK! STOP BEING WEIRD!

“Um…reports, I would assume?” Gemma kept her cool as best as she could. The pencil sharpener kept grinding away noisily as the printer churned out page after page. She tried to turn her attention to…well, anything other than his clear, blue eyes or that gorgeous stubble on his chin or his chiseled pecks she couldn’t help but notice through his button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up over his forearms that looked like they’d been crafted by Hephaestus himself…

She ended up staring at a worn bit of the carpet on the floor, but she couldn’t help looking up at him every few seconds.

He was quite disappointed that she pried her eyes from him. Mayhap she needed more… encouragement to talk?

“Smart girl,” he praised, crossing his arms as she fidgeted with the edge of her blouse. “I have a meeting tomorrow, so these are for that. Pitches and estimates, mostly. So tell me, what are you up to?”

Her heart pounded in her throat and her chest tightened.

Don’t say writing you letters…don’t say writing you letters...

“Writing…my mom…letters…?”

Suddenly, her fingertips touched the front of the pencil sharpener, and with a jolt she pulled her writing utensil from the device –it had been reduced to nothing more than a short, sharp stub.

“Oh…geez…” She looked at him, embarrassed, and the sudden silence without the grinding noise made her discomfort even more palpable.

“I’m…sorry. I’m finishing up some analytics - my computer crashed and I lost all my work and it needs to get done before I can leave, so I’m trying to do it by hand but now…” She held up the little nub of pencil. “I should probably be using a mechanical one anyway…”

Just then, a familiar and disturbing sound came from the printer…paper jam.

They both looked at the malfunctioning machine, and Gemma sprang into action.

“Oh! I can fix that. Happens all the time. I’m usually the one that has to deal with it so I’ll just—“

She unlatched the panel to the paper feed, but as soon as she opened it, a huge cloud of black toner shot out and covered her brand new blue blouse.

She froze, embarrassment taking over, and she looked up at him with terrified brown eyes, split between laughing at herself and crying in shame, but really waiting to see how he reacted before she did ANYTHING else…

Loki nearly burst into laughter upon seeing her present condition.

“Oh dear,” he said, biting his lip as he pulled the girl away from the printer. “I think you ought to rush to the washroom to try and clean that up. Do you need help?”

He deliberately added that last question to see her reaction. He was enjoying this far too much, even though the printer had malfunctioned and his work was stalled.

She almost sighed when he touched her. Oh, that contact was already more than she’d ever hoped for…even though she had to get attacked by office equipment for it to happen.

And the way he said “washroom” instead of “bathroom”… so charming! She almost swooned.

Then she remembered…he asked if she needed help…

“Uh….ah, no. Shit, I MEAN…um. It’s ok. I have my workout shirt in my gym bag…I’ll just go…put that on…”

With another nervous giggle and an apologetic smile, she excused herself from him, racing back to her desk, pulling her (thankfully clean) gym shirt out of her bag, and then power-walking down the hallway to the ladies room while calling back to Dave, “Be right back!”

He waved at her as she disappeared down the hallway, smirking to himself.

The girl was so nervous around him, it was endearing.

While she was gone, he fixed the printer himself–without any mishaps–and headed for his desk to give the print command again.

On his way, though, he stopped at Gemma’s desk and observed the chaos spread across it. The girl was quite disorganised, but then again, most Midgardians were.

He also took notice of her near overflowing trashcan, which was full of crumpled papers. He was going to simply roll his eyes and move on, but something caught his attention there.

On one of the unfurling crumpled paper, he saw his persona’s name, written in her messy scrawl.

That piqued his interest, and hence, he pulled the paper out of the can and read its contents.

And then he smiled mischievously.

Poor little Gemma wanted to get drinks with him… hmmm…

This could get interesting…

Pocketing that piece of paper, he left her desk and went about completing his prints.

Gemma came back soon after, looking rather awkward in that gym shirt of hers. It had the Avengers logo on it, at which Loki couldn’t help but groan.

Damn those annoying, self righteous imbeciles. At least Fury was honest about his less than savoury methods.

“So,” he said as he approached her at her desk, carrying his sheaf of prints, “are you done with your task? I was thinking we could have dinner together before heading home. What do you say?”

She almost - almost - lost it. Dave. THE Dave. Was asking her. If SHE. Wanted to get dinner.

She was fairly certain she wasn’t able to contain just a bit of surprised and half-elated laugh she instinctively made, but she caught just enough of it not to embarrass herself further. Her gym shirt embarrassed her plenty, with the faded Avengers logo emblazoned across her chest. She was outing herself as a huge nerd…

“I-ah…that would be great, but…well, I need to finish those analytics, and I’m not exactly dressed for the occasion anymore…”

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! He just asked YOU out! It’s not a date…it’s just co-workers getting dinner, that’s it. Casual. Cool. Nothing to freak out about…SAY YES!

“You know what? That sounds great. Yes, yea, let’s get dinner, Dave.”

She thought she might die. Dinner with Dave. Dave dinner. Dinner dinner dinner…with Dave.

“Um…where were you thinking? Hopefully not the Ritz…” She laughed too hard. And snorted.

He chuckled at her attempt at jesting.

“Perhaps one day, when I’m not weighed down by the burdens of my present situation… we’d go to the Ritz,” he replied, speaking plain truth cloaked in disguise. “But for today, I was thinking about this new pizza place, opened only a few blocks away. Do you like pizza, Gemma?”

He let his voice drop lower, making it sound as though he was asking about some dark secret, not pizza.

“I looove…pizza…” she said, finding herself lost in his eyes and realizing far too late that she wasn’t talking about pizza either.

She couldn’t move or talk or think or do anything except watch him…now that he was so close to her…

Oh. My. God. He IS flirting with me!!!

She swallowed hard, feeling her palms getting sweaty. She played with the hem of her shirt and fidgeted just a little bit, really unsure about what to do now…

“Then let’s go,” he said, offering her his hand.

In the back of his mind, he scolded himself for leading the poor girl on. He was, after all, a temporary presence in her life. He shouldn’t be making any personal connections on his missions.

He had been so strict about following that rule till date. He shouldn’t falter now.

Well, it’d just be this one-off dinner. Nothing else.

Soon, he’d expose the company he was employed in for its true crimes, and then he’d be on his way… soon to be put on another mission.

Gemma would just be a distant memory. And hopefully for Gemma, he’d be the memory of a pleasant distraction.

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vydante · 5 years

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Love From The Past | Thor x Male! Reader | Endgame

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Thor x Male! Reader - Romantic

Plot: Thor, for lack of a better word, hasn’t been handling the past few years well ever since the universe lost to Thanos, his brother Loki, a huge chunk of his Asgardian citizens... And you, his lover. But after 5 years of mourning, he finally gets the chance to see you, even if it was mildly unconventional.

A/N: Endgame spoiler... After a while, I’ll just not bother to put a warning lol. SMH I wanted this to be shorter but it’s not- tragic. NGL I forgot he existed for a moment as I was thinking of who to write for LMFAO. Anyways, love me some Thor, so here he is! I present to you- my boy!

Oh, and in this version, Thor and Jane were never a thing. Never watched Dark World before, and I don’t plan to, so my bad if I get things wrong here and there.

Thor reared his head as he had run by a room all too familiar to him. In the distance, he can hear Rocket screaming with people yelling, but he ignores it. Rocket’s always screaming.

He paused for a moment, looking behind him as he tried to search for any other living being within his area. None, so far.

He swallowed his nerves and forced them down as he turned back around towards the slightly ajar door in front of him.

It was a plain looking door, nothing too fancy, but everyone in Asgard knew of what the door hid behind it.

The door led to the bedroom that belonged to (Name), the lover to the God of Thunder himself.

While you were an Earthling, Thor- on multiple occasions- took you to Asgard to show you off as his lover. And while you didn’t really mind it- Asgard was quite a sight and their people were more than kind to you- you wanted a place to retreat to yourself, so what better than to give you your own room?

You could’ve roomed with Thor, but he hadn’t grasped the concept of keeping his hands to himself yet, so you shut down that idea real quick. Again, you didn’t mind it, but you’d like a peace of mind while you weren’t being touched- regardless if it was by Thor or not.

Thor cracked a smile, vividly remembering you hassling him to get yourself your own room. But that smile was quickly erased from his face as Thor’s heart clenched painfully. He slowly approached the door before stopping.

How long has it been since he’s seen your smile? How long has it been since he’s heard your voice calling out to him? How long has it been since he’s felt the warmth of your touch caressing his face?

Far too long, in his opinion.

Oh, what would you think if you ever saw him like this?

Thor knew that the further his depression descends, so did his need for self-care. And especially since you weren’t there to keep him together, he broke apart bit by bit- not as fast as half of the universe did that one day, but it was quick nonetheless.

Would you still love him?

You weren’t one for physical appearances, but it still gnawed deep down at his heart at the idea that you’d be disgusted by what had become of him.

He was only a few inches away from the door when he heard your voice.

“It’s a shame I’ll never get to see Thor with short hair. I get it, long hair equals power and strength, but... Do you blame a lad for wondering what he’d look like with shorter hair?”

Thor couldn’t help himself from smiling.

Your voice... He had missed it.

He had plenty of voice recording of you, and he’d be lying if he didn’t at least play them back to back every night. It was the only thing nowadays that would get him to bed. It held back the bad thoughts and only brought comfort to him.

Hearing your voice again made him feel warm.

It made him feel safe.

But even though Thor wanted to just bask in your voice all day long, he was brought back to reality when he heard someone speaking- someone, that wasn’t you.

“I don’t blame you. Though, the day Thor gets a haircut will be the day Ragnarok comes.”

Thor smiles.

How ironic that statement was.

Judging by the voice, Thor assumed it was one of the servants assigned to you. Though, to you, they were always your friends.

He strains his ears to try and listen for more, for what he doesn’t know, but it was all too quiet before the door opened up.

Thor jumped back with wide eyes as he saw your head peak out. Your eyes lit up and you smiled.

“Tho-!”

He clasped his hands on your mouth and put a finger up to his pursed lips as he shushed you. You giggled quietly and took his hand off of your mouth.

“What’re you doing out here?”

Thor’s heart melted at the sight of your giddy and childlike smile. You were a bit paler than he remembered, but that was only because of the years that had passed. Before Thor could say anything though, your servant called out to you.

“Sir (Name), who is out there?”

You turned around and glanced at your servant before looking back at Thor with an apologetic smile. You shooed him over to the pillar next to your door- there were too many pillars in Asgard, you’ve noticed- and Thor only complied.

“Ah, sorry bud, is it okay if you leave me to be for now? I have, uh, pressing matters to take care of!”

You called back inside your room. Thor only assumed they said yes as he saw them heading out of your room with a goodbye. Once they were out of sight, you motioned Thor to come over to you.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he wanted to get away from behind the pillar.

You huffed before shuffling over to him.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

You giggled when you saw the big shades covering most of the upper half of his face.

“What’s with the sunglasses? Kinda stylish, I like it.”

You reached your hands up to hold his face but stop when you see him back off.

“It’s, uh, nothing. The sky’s just getting brighter every day, huh! Strange!”

Thor laughed a bit too obnoxiously for it to be his normal laugh. You dropped your smile as you raised an eyebrow.

“Thor.”

He flinched hearing his name with such a stern tone. You rarely used that tone of voice to him, but when you did, he knew you meant serious business. You only stepped closer to him; he can smell your clothes and it takes all of the willpower in him not to crush you in a bear hug.

He sighed softly as he didn’t move back when he saw your hands reach for his sunglasses.

You gently took it off as pressed your lips in a thin smile.

You said nothing as your eyes pierced his. You lightly traced your thumb over his cheek and tilted your head.

“... Thor, baby, what happened to your eye...?”

Thor exhales, subconsciously leaning into your touch as he halfheartedly tries to give out an excuse.

“It’s... From a battle... Earlier...”

He barely manages a whisper as he took your hand into his and kissed your knuckles. You laughed at him quietly, doubting that story. You’ve seen him lie better than that, but didn’t bother calling him out on it.

“... And your body? I don’t really remember you being more... Bigger. I just saw you this morning. And I doubt all of that is from your clothes, which doesn’t even look like Asgardian robes.”

Thor flinched as you mentioned the changes to his body. You hummed quietly as you placed his hands onto your hips and press your hands on his face.

“Not that I mind, love.”

You quickly added and murmured quietly as you gently pecked his lips.

A tension leaves his shoulders when he heard you say that. He was scared that you’d reject him for losing himself so much, but he supposes he should’ve had more faith in you. You are the love of his life, after all.

He holds you close as you embraced each other. You buried your face into Thor’s shoulder and took in his scent. Your lips perked upwards as you recognized the familiar scent, one that only came from back on Earth.

‘... Craft Beer?’

Thor’s chest rumbled as he stroked your hair, placing gentle sweet kisses on your temple. He was beyond happy to just finally be able to hold you once again, even if it wasn’t really his (Name).

You pulled back from him- enough so you were still hugging your God- and smiled. You said nothing as you only gazed into his eyes. You shook your head as you rested it on his chest. You traced patterns into his chest before you spoke up once again.

“... You’re not my Thor, are you?”

You felt him physically tense. His grip on you tightened only for a moment before he let out a laugh- though, there was no humor in his voice. Only melancholy.

“I... I... YeahokayIamsonotyourThor- How- How did you know?”

He rushed it all out, but you understood what he was saying. Only barely though.

You hummed quietly as you pushed his beard away- it was rather unkempt- to press a kiss on his throat. He loved it when you kissed him there, so you’d come to find out. He visibly relaxes as you pulled back.

“Mm, a lot of things. Your eye. Your newfound weight. Your clothes. Your hair- ugh, lord knows how in love you are with your hair, but darling, I love you and I mean the best when I say this- it looks a mess.”

You tried running your fingers through his hair, but it only got caught in a bunch of knots. You chuckled.

“Of course, I’ll always love every version of you, but if I may ask: who are you? Truly?”

You pulled back to fully look at him. He tries to smile, but his lips quiver and his eyes start to shine.

“The future...”

His voice trembles lightly. He doesn’t clarify much, but you could’ve guessed he meant that he was from the future. Now that you think about it, he does seem a bit more... Aged. Not that it was a bad thing.

You frowned as you wiped away his tears. He holds your hands delicately, almost scared that you’d slip out of his hands instantly.

“I see... I suppose... The future has not been all too kind to you, huh?”

He chuckles as the tears continue to stream down his face. He could only nod as he remembers his encounter with his mother earlier.

“Bad things, so many bad things happened. I... I lost everything... (Name), I-...”

You shushed him. You weren’t one for the science of time travel, but you’ve seen enough films and works of fiction to know that it’s generally a bad idea for one of the past to know of the future. You smiled, but it was not one of happiness.

“It’s okay, Thor...”

You tried to keep up a good front, you did, but... Your heart ached at the sight in front of you.

Your all-powerful God, one of Earth’s strongest defenders, the one who you proudly called as yours, was stood in front of you, broken. He always held himself with such a confident aura and never before had you ever seen him shed a single tear.

But seeing him crying like this, knowing that whatever had happened in the future, had devastated him as badly as it did, brought a new type of pain that lodged itself in your throat.

“Oh, my love...”

You placed short but firm kisses all over his face. He sighs and relishes in your affection, not wanting this moment to ever end. You brushed away his tears and held him close.

“There’s... So much, that I want to tell you...” He starts but hesitates.

“But you can’t, and that’s okay.” You finished for him.

You kissed him more before landing on his lips once again. This time, he doesn’t let you pull away as he holds you firmly against his chest as you melted in his arms.

There was no rush to it- it was sweet and simple, something that Thor had been craving for well over 5 years. Your lips were just as he had remembered, and he never wanted you to take them off of his for a long, long time.

You two could’ve continued on, but the ongoing sounds of screaming in the background made you pull away from Thor, much to his dismay.

You glanced over his shoulder, slightly dazed from the lack of air.

“What... What is that noise?”

But before Thor could answer you, the doors to the corridor busted open and closed, with a little being panting hard.

Was that... A raccoon?

It tried catching its breath, and once it did, it lifted its head up and immediately started screaming.

“Thor! What the hell, man?!”

You jumped, not expecting it to be so loud... And having a rather deep voice... And speaking?!

You raised an eyebrow at Thor, who only shrugs at you.

“A friend?”

He chuckles at you and nods, looking back at the little raccoon guy that was stomping its way towards you two.

“His name’s Rocket, a friendly rabbit.”

You deadpanned at him.

Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words before you just nodded and pursed your lips. You tried not to smile as you see Thor childishly wave towards the rabid raccoon.

“Yep, a rabbit... A friendly one at that...”

You squinted at Rocket. He was getting closer and closer, and while he was kind of cute- and undeniably a raccoon- he was definitely angry as all hell.

Is he foaming at the mouth?

“We need to go, now! Quit tryna get laid, dammit! Hi, uh, you must be his lover. C’mon dude, I got the thing.”

You waved passively with a smile. You felt your ears reddening by what Rocket had said, but opted to ignore it. He looks up at Thor and seems to be holding a contraption of some sort.

Thor looks at you apologetically and places a quick kiss on your temple.

“As much as I’d love to stay here with you, I can’t. I- we need to save the universe. Our universe.”

You nodded understandingly and hugged him one last time before stepping back. He steps back too and Rocket presses a few buttons on his arm. A white and red suit covers both of their bodies as Rocket starts a countdown.

“Alright, in 3...”

“Goodbye, my love.”

His voice held nothing but adoration for you, but you sensed a different undertone than normal. One that was quite... Bleak.

“2...”

You smiled at him, and Thor mentally sears that image into his brain in case the plan doesn’t work. If he dies trying, then he might as well die while remembering you smiling at him.

“1...”

It was quiet, but Thor heard it all too well. As he felt the portal distort his surroundings, he only heard your faint voice say one final thing to him before he found himself back in the quantum realm.

“Goodbye, sweetheart.”

#avengers x male reader #avengers x male! reader #male reader #male reader insert #male! reader #male!reader #x male reader #thor x male reader #thor x reader

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tessatechaitea · 4 years

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Justice Society of America #3

In this issue: old guys versus monkey monsters! I don't know how this issue didn't win a Harvey.

This comic book might have won a Harvey. What am I? Wikipedia? An adult capable of doing research? No, I'm a lazy, cynical, piece of shit who purports to be a comic book critic but who really just uses the medium as a confessional. And most of my confessions are lies to make me sound cooler than I really am! Which is still pretty cool, actually. This issue begins with an old guy stowing away on an Ultragen train car while suffering from sever cramps or possibly even a heart attack.

Is this a super hero comic book or an Alfred Hitchcock movie?

Now that I'm an older man (not old! Just older!), I don't fetishize old men like I did when I was five. But I'm guessing, at 21, I still had a bit of that zest for old man content. What else could drive me to purchase ten issues of this comic book about old men whose glory days are long past but they keep trying to relive them as their wives sit at home rolling their eyes? The stranger stumbles into Doctor Mid-Nite's offices. I guess he's named that because his medical practice stays open all night? The man has something wrong with his stomach. Judging by the strange colored splotches all over his clothing, I'd say he ate too much chili. Or he's bleeding out from a gut shot. Both are probably pretty painful but I can only speak for one. You'd be surprised which one. No you wouldn't. I was just trying to sound cool again. The mystery man from the end of the last issue was Johnny Quick and, judging by how much I'm now yawning and how my head keeps nodding forward, I'd like to apologize for claiming that revealing his identity would have been more exciting and sold more of the third issue. Len was right to conceal his identity. While the Justice Society were keeping Ragnarok from happening, Johnny Quick got a gig endorsing nutritional supplements on late night television infomercials. He was laughed at by scientists when he tried to figure out why his nonsense formula made him so fast. They were all, "You know that's idiotic, right? We can do actual science tests to find out why you're fast. It's probably the Meta(l)gene, you know?" But Johnny didn't want to hear their scientific mumbo-jumbo (which might make him an ignorant jerk in our world but he lives in the comic book world where science can't explain everything and I sometimes why it even bothers to try to explain anything. I mean, X-ray vision? The power of flight? Helmets that grant magic powers by possessing the wearer with an ancient Great Old One of Order? Batman visiting heaven and Constantine visiting Hell? It's like an Anti-Vaxxer's dream reality come true). Instead, Johnny decided to visit a bunch of religious kooks who deal in utter nonsense every day. Unlike the scientists who needed proof and evidence of how his power worked, they were happy to say things like, "Oh, yeah! Your formula is a magic mantra that focuses your chi!" and "It's a message from God to grant you magic speed powers for being such a morally upstanding human being!" and "What exactly do you want to hear and how much will you pay me to hear it?" So after realizing that his super power came from believing in himself, Johnny Quick decided to tell everybody else to believe in themselves too! Did he invent The Secret? Because, as a narcissist, I understand why The Secret is so compelling! Doesn't everybody want to believe that they themselves are the reason all the best things happen to them and also want to believe that everybody who is poor or sick or devastated by random tragedy did it to themselves like big dumb suckers who just weren't strong enough to believe in themselves?! Obviously the only reason I didn't fall out of a tree and die when I was twelve years old was because I believed so strongly in myself and not because I was just another lucky asshole who somehow survived childhood. That's enough about Johnny Quick for the entire ten issues of this comic book that I own. I'm never fucking mentioning that jerk again. I don't care if he becomes super important to the plot! I'm erasing him from history right now! Although I'll probably still discuss Jesse Quick when she turns back up because she's hot. Oh what the hell. One last parting shot at Johnny!

Maybe if you spent less time trying to find the secret to your nonsense formula and more time trying to find Libby's clitoris, you'd still be together! By the look on Ted's face, I bet he could have helped!

Doctor Mid-Nite arrives to let everybody know that their favorite jazz musician died in his arms last night because he was too blind to save him. Probably. But what he discovered was that the man, Reggie, had signed up to become a test subject for Ultragen! He was locked away with a bunch of half-man, half-animal creatures as Ultragen searched for a drug that could make people youthful again. Apparently what the writer is saying is that corporations are the new Nazis. Maybe that's why I bought ten issues of this comic book! Because I was all, "Yeah! This analogy is so apt! Fucking corporations think they can get away with whatever they want! Where's my current girlfriend so I can mansplain this shit to her?!" I don't want to get too cynical here but what else am I supposed to do when a comic book asks me to just buy into this whole Doctor Mid-nite thing. So he goes blind when a grenade goes off in his face. But he discovers he can still see in the dark because, you know, fuck you and comic books and all that shit. We've already established that science doesn't live here. But I don't have a problem with that! Okay, great! So he can see in the dark but not in the light. His reaction to this is, "I should use this new power to fight crime! I just have to wait until a bank robbery happens in the middle of the night with a new moon perpetrated by a bunch of robbers who forgot their flashlights and whiz bang! I'll have the advantage!" I know, I know! He invents dark glasses so he can see while pretending to be blind. I guess that helps him catch muggers who prey on blind people. And then he created smoke bombs which are conceivably his best idea, creating pockets of dark where he would have the advantage against the criminals. But it's not like his eye-sight based super powers gave him the ability to fight well or gave him invulnerability in case of a lucky shot in the dark or allowed him to protect other people at the scene of the crime from stray bullets fired wildly out of the area of effect of his smoke bomb! Doctor Mid-Nite's whole deal is so implausible that it breaks even my capacity for disbelief while reading super hero comic books. It simply makes me think, "This guy sounds like a bad idea from a desperate writer looking for another big super hero hit." Which is what it was! Which is why it breaks the entire comic book! I'd be okay if it simply made me think, "This guy's an idiot with a dumb idea! It's going to get him killed! Ha ha! That'll probably be funny!" While Doctor Mid-Nite is conferring with the Justice Society about what to do with Ultragen, Ultragen is raiding the his free clinic. Luckily Johnny Thunder just happened to be stopping by, probably to get a check-up on his genie. He gets shot and his genie appears to help when a young girl comes up and is all, "Oh hey! I recognize that genie! It's a Badnesian Hex Bolt!" And the genie is all, "Yes, I am! Do you want me to inhabit you for awhile so I can get rid of this old guy (who isn't that old for some reason? Probably a reason that has to do with me living inside of him?)" I just feel like, with Jesse Quick appearing earlier, this series is headed toward creating a younger JSA so the older members can simply fall into the role of mentors. The Atom, Wildcat, and Doctor Mid-nite head off to investigate Ultragen's experimental laboratory and they make a discovery that causes me to literally kill myself because I was too stupid to call it.

This is Grunion Guy's assistant Pickle Boy. I think I'm supposed to make a naughty joke caption here? Like, um, "What is that guy's pee-pee doing inside that kangaroo?!"

Justice Society of America #3 Rating: Does anybody know how to get blood out of shag carpeting? Also, if a person's will is found written on used tissues (hopefully for his nose), is it legally binding because I don't want to inherit this blog and all of its debt.

#Justice Society of America #DC Comics #DC #Len Strazewski #Mike Parobeck #Mike Machlan

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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 6 years

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Keeping Your Promises

Summary: Thor is more oblivious with one eye than he was with two, especially when it comes to realizing how the people around him feel about him. With a push from Loki will Thor finally realize how the reader feels about him?

Word Count: 1660

Authors note: omg my first Thor imagine!! If you guys want me to write more Thor just lmk!!

**if you reblog or comment on my fics there’s a 100% chance I’d now die for you**

As Loki walked past your room he stifled a chuckle. Leaning against your doorframe he asked, “Could you be more obvious, and my brother more oblivious”. Picking up your head from your book you turned to face him.

Baby you’re like lightning in a bottle, I can’t let you go now that I got it

You raised one of your eyebrows, pretending to play dumb. He didn’t budge, the look he was giving you made you know he had seen right through you. As the song continued he smirked.

All I need is to be struck, By your electric love

Baby, you’re electric

Reaching for your phone you skipped to the next song on your playlist. Without looking to him you softly said, “I thought you were the god of mischief, not the god of smugness”. Loki’s smirk grew, you were the only one he’d let toy with him like that.

“And I thought you midgardians were desperate to fall in love, and here you are denying it”. With that he left your room and continued to walk to his own. It was hard to tell who was smiling bigger, you or him.

Shaking your head you closed your bedroom door, and the second it was shut your mind continued to think of Thor. It had been a year since they’d returned from Ragnarok and had decided to live in the tower.

And it had also been a year since you’d first developed feelings for Thor. He had always made your heart skip a beat, but now given how much he’d grown emotionally you just couldn’t help yourself.

Thor had lost the most he ever had, but his heart was so giving that you would never know it. He constantly spoke of friendship and that “home” was rooted within people not places. It was like after all these years he’d finally found himself.

Although Thor remained oblivious to your feelings, Loki picked up on them instantly. He was used to people fawning over Thor, but none had ever had the character that you had. You weren’t another maiden, you were more.

Loki considered you one of Midgard’s only redeeming qualities, which was why he was so supportive of your feelings for his brother. Loki knew that the last person Thor ever thought about was himself, so it was hard to see when someone truly cared for him the ways in which you did.

He’d always believed his brother to be oblivious, but now more than ever. To make matters worse Thor shared your feelings, but was too unsure to act upon them. You were both lucky Loki refrained from locking you in the same room for 24 hours.

“Brother you’re staring, and quite possibly drooling”. Instantly Thor stopped leaning against the kitchen counter and stood back up straight. He tried to look casual, “Yeah well you’re also staring..staring at me..”.

Loki rolled his eyes at Thor’s lame comeback. He leaned a little closer, “The men in this house wildly outnumber the women, might be time you remember that”. Loki motioned his head forward, leading Thor’s gaze to you and Bucky.

Bucky was pulling you out of your glum mood by forcing you to dance with him. He turned up the speakers, “You know doll, dame’s used to line up just to dance with me”. As Bucky watched you slowly smile he knew he was getting through to you.

“Just dance with you?”, you teased knowingly. His loud laughter filled the room, and he pulled you a little closer. With a smirk he said, “That’s why you’re my best girl, you catch on quickly”.

Quickly he spun you out from his body before pulling you back into his chest. Placing both of your hands on his chest you rolled your eyes, “Okay consider me cheered up Barnes”. For a moment he held you there, not letting you escape his grasp.

Softly he whispered, “Good, because Thor over there is about to smite me where I stand”. While shaking your head you playfully pushed him back. Smiling you added, “Actually…wanna know what would really cheer me up?”.

Bucky finished your sentence, “Joe’s Pizza on 7th?”. You nodded your head, your stomach already beginning to grumble. Bucky motioned you to follow him, you both moving to get your coats.

For some reason Bucky stopped in the kitchen before going to the hallway with all your coats. He sighed, “You know what doll, I forgot that I’d promised Steve we’d train today. I can’t go get pizza with you I’m sorry”. You knew exactly what he was doing.

Loki realized too, “I would accompany you (y/n) but I can only stand so many midgardians at a time…but I know Thor doesn’t share these feelings. He loves Midgard and many of the people on it”.

As Loki turned to Thor his grin was enormous. After glaring at his brother Thor finally answered, “I’d love to go drink pizza with you (y/n)”. Biting your lip you tried to hold back a giggle but you couldn’t stop yourself.

Thor was amazed how you made even the smallest actions so arousing. You smiled, “Alright then I’ll show you the best Pizza this city has to offer…and we eat it not drink it. I mean you could drink it but-”.

As he heard the door close Loki turned to Bucky, “I do have to say that was well done on your part”. Bucky grinned, his earlier smugness returning within seconds. He shrugged his shoulders playfully, “It was a team effort really”.

Thor looked down at the food before him quizzically. He looked around him to see how other people ate the food, hoping to copy them. Slowly he brought his hands to fold the pizza, wondering for a moment if it was still alive and this technique helped finally kill it.

When the pizza crunched he jolted back a little bit, and as redness seemed to ooze from it he was convinced it had been once alive. Your voice brought his head back up, “If you don’t like it you don’t have to eat it”.

With that you began to eat your food, savoring every single bite. He watched you, “I thought you didn’t eat animals (y/n)?”. You raised one of your eyebrows at his question.

“I don’t..this isn’t an animal..oh my god”. As you pieced things together you laughed loudly. Thor was slightly embarrassed, but as he watched that beautiful smile of yours form every other emotion except desire left his body.

He smiled too, “Maybe I’m not as versed in midgardian culture as I thought”. You shook your head at his cute naiveness. Without thinking you let it slip, “No you’re cute”.

Knowing that you’d never get those words back, and he clearly heard them, you were eager to quickly move things along. Hoping to push away the moment you began eating the pizza again.

Thor noticed the blush on your cheeks, it was as red as what you’d told him had been the sauce. He now understood why it had felt like such a shift, with how you were reacting over a simple compliment it clearly meant more to you.

He’d heard you call many things cute, even Loki’s threats to destroy everyone in his worst fits of rage, so this cute obviously represented much more to you. Suddenly it all started to click in his mind.

Thor regained his confidence, “Hmm cute? Like how you look right now all flustered? You can tell me if I’ve used the term incorrectly”. Smugly he watched you blush even harder, and he felt Loki would even be proud of his boldness.

You knew that Loki was adopted, but right now Thor was mirroring that infamous smirk of Loki’s. Fumbling you managed to get out, “Uh..no you got that one right Thor…”. He nodded his head, his smile only fading as he took another bite.

You went to take another bite of your food too, but you just shook your head. Smiling you sighed, “I guess there’s no going back now huh?”. Placing down his pizza Thor held your gaze.

His smile was enormous, “No”. As Thor watched you bite your lip in contemplation he felt his heart race. He had seen women do the most obscene things while trying to get his attention, but you nearly had him begging on his knees without even knowing it.

You thought over the past year, and how much you all had lost. If there was anything you’d learned it was that nothing was promised, not even your next breath. Thor clearly liked you, so you needed to stop the voice in your head and finally act on your feelings.

“You know Thor, one day I’m going to get you all hot and bothered and see how you like it”.

It was a little more daring than you’d planned, but you liked the immediate reaction your words had caused. He was a fucking god, and here you were making him smirk wildly with your words.

“Oh I think I’ll quite enjoy it love, I just hope you keep your promises.”. Thor ended his sentence with a wink and continued to eat his pizza. Quickly he looked up from his food, watching your cheeks flush with color.

Thinking over his words you nodded your head, there was no going back now. Summoning all your courage you looked directly into his eyes, “Don’t let my innocent eyes fool you, I’m a woman of my word”. It was your turn to wink before continually to nonchalantly eat your food.

“I swear on Odin’s beard you shall be the death of me (y/n)”. Thor groaned while taking another bite, and you wondered if it was because of the delicious pizza, or you. Smiling to yourself you realized that the next time Thor made that noise around you, he wouldn’t be eating pizza.

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skylights422 · 5 years

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Thor 1 Rewatch Commentary

Having recently seen Avengers: Endgame, I was feeling the need to reminisce and revisit the beginning of my mcu obsession, which started and was most prominent with the first Thor film. The thing that stood out to me most during this rewatch was something I’ve always been fairly aware of, and that is the frankly excess ambiguity surrounding many of the character and world building elements of the film, most notably everything around Asgard and Loki’s character arc, so that will be the focus of this review. Before I dig into it though, I want to briefly go over my other reactions to seeing the film again:

- I forgot how fun Jane and co. were. They were all plenty likable, their actions made sense, Jane was a real go-getter and Darcy and Selvig both filled their roll well, and Jane’s scenes with Thor were actually pretty nice! Sure the pacing and generally confused focus of the film meant that their plot and development sometimes felt a little... jarring or slow? But that is more of an issue with the film’s structure in general and not so much an issue of how the characters were used/portrayed.

- THE MUSIC WAS SO EMOTIONAL AND GOOD OMG. It really made the atmosphere strong, and added a distinct kind of feeling to a lot of the scenes that seemed more...emotionally charged than the stuff that came later? At least from memory, I still need to rewatch the other stuff they’ve been in.

- My goodness have I ever missed how Thor was written in this film, I forgot how much I loved the more old-fashioned speech style that was kind of dropped Ragnarok onwards, and how much I enjoyed Thor as the well-meaning but arrogant prince who learned like, so much in a very short amount of time (maybe too much for 3 days lol but in fairness they were some fairly extreme days from Thor’s perspective and it can be read as being evidence of how much inherent goodness Thor actually had as well how spoiled he must have been for a few days of normal expectations and consequences to bring out such a difference)

- I missed Sif and the Warriors 3 being characters that were like! Acknowledged!

- I already knew this but this film really is more focused on character drama than action, but like it’s all scrunched up and/or alluded to character drama a lot of the time due to the short run time and aforementioned ambiguity so it really gives a kind of weird tone/feel to the film where a lot of the time you’re kind of just like, “huh????”. Or at least that’s how it was for me.

Okay! General thoughts out of the way, now on to the analysis, which I will put under a read more because the general thoughts got longer than I expected.

Alright. So from the beginning, a few basic things are made known. Jotunheim exists, Jotunheim once invaded Earth for Reasons Not Given, and Asgard exists as a realm that observes/protects the other realms (or at least Midgard) from the Jotuns/other threats but really the jotuns because at this point they are the only threat discussed as being a Thing. Then we obviously see Thor and Loki as kids; they themselves don’t really interact with each other in the scene, but they interact with Odin and a few generalizations can be made. Thor was more confident and aggressive/assertive while Loki was more nervous/insecure and more observant (he asks for more info about the Jotuns, Thor makes a quick decision about what to do about the Jotuns).

So far so good as far as intros go - but then things first start to dabble in ambiguity, both from a ‘first time watching’ perspective and ‘in hindsight’ perspective. First off, the first time viewing perspective: Odin says Thor and Loki were ‘both born to be kings’; is this...metaphorical, and supposed to be comforting to Loki as the second born that he can be a king in spirit? Is it supposed to be a world-building element to show Asgardian monarchies have their children compete for the throne instead of automatically assigning it to the first born? It’s unclear, but which it is definitely influences how you perceive the later parts of the film (did Loki have a real chance at the throne in theory but Thor was still always talked about in a ‘when he is king’ way, making the supposed favoritism seem more blatant? Or did he know from the get go he wasn’t meant for the throne due to tradition and only really ever competed for Odin’s approval, which leaves more room for the favoritism to be more perceived/due to miscommunication)

Now the ‘in hindsight’ part of the scene that is kind of ‘???’. First off, Odin nowhere corrects Thor on the Jotuns being monsters (he wouldn’t have had to get angry or anything, it would have been easy to fit in a correction with his general ‘don’t seek war’ message), which when you first watch it is like ‘okay these are the Generic Bad Guys of the film so we aren’t supposed to feel anything for them, suspension of disbelief sure they’re evil ice monsters got it’ but when you know that Loki is a Jotun and that his trying to kill the Jotuns is supposed to be the big thing Thor stops him from doing at the end of the film it just seems weird.

On the character building front it doesn’t make Odin look great and shows that Loki didn’t get his later anti-jotun sentiment from thin air I guess, but from the narrative perspective why the heck would you introduce a group of people as ‘evil cuz evil’, have one of the main characters learn he was born one, and then have said main character’s primary villainous act be getting rid of the ‘evil cuz evil’ group of people without doing anything in the film at any point to humanize the supposedly evil group or prove to the viewers that Odin and Asgard was actually wrong in their view of them. Like, it is a no-brainer that genocide is an atrocity, full stop, but despite that being Loki’s worst crime in the film objectively it’s the one that evokes the least amount of feeling and the one that almost no one in the film gets mad at him about or betrays him for. Thor tries to stop it in the end, but this like a Fresh Hot Take for him and apparently the rest of Asgard too, because when Thor was banished it wasn’t for killing dozens of Jotuns for no reason, it was for bringing war to Asgard - because then Asgardians would suffer. Only that’s not really addressed and no one in Asgard is ever called out for thinking of the Jotuns as monsters, and when 80% of the good-guys are on board something and nothing contradicts them, it’s kind of hard to get mad at the villain for doing the same thing even if you know by all means you should. (Also another reason the film needed to be longer, we see Thor learn humility and it is done very well, but there’s no real conversation about seeing other species as lesser unless we assume it was covered with the blanket statement of ‘I had everything backwards’)

The next point of ambiguity I want to bring up in keeping with a loose chronology of the film is ‘Loki in part 1 of the film, also, Sif and the W3′. The first real scene we see adult Loki speaking is when he talks to Thor after the coronation is ruined - before that he just observes all of Thor’s conversations with Odin. Here it is pretty much impossible to say with any Real Certainty if Loki was trying to edge Thor on into making an extra stupid decision or if he was just trying to be placating and actually get things to calm down afterwards, because there’s loose evidence to support both interpretations. On one hand, we do eventually find out Loki let the Jotuns in in the first place, so it isn’t far-fetched to assume this was part 2 of Proving Thor Needs To Not Be King Right Now. But on the other hand, at this point Loki had already basically achieved his goal - the coronation was postponed, and Odin told off Thor for poor ruling decisions which kind implied Odin was reconsidering the idea of crowning him so soon - and we know Loki wants to be validated by his family so it also makes sense to assume he was trying to just stay on Thor’s good side (this is, admittedly, a more likely assumption to make with the extended version of the scene where Loki much more obviously reacts to being included by Thor and then stands to voice his support of him, but it can still be drawn from the scene as is in the film as well).

On the subject of the W3 and Sif, since we see almost no other Asgardians outside of the royal family and Heimdall, I assume they are supposed to represent a bit of what the average or majority of Asgardians think/how they view things. This is important mostly because they make a few view-points clear in regard to how they (and so presumably People) see Thor and Loki. First off, they do tease/belittle Loki a number of times, and again due to lack of context it’s wildly unclear on if this is well-intentioned teasing that Loki takes too personally (since the W3, esp in deleted scenes, do rib each other quite a bit) or if it comes from genuine disrespect/malice (Loki IS a prince and most of the other ribbing doesn’t end in the teased one falling silent, so it is possible but again, unconfirmed). Secondly, they clearly worship Thor a bit and don’t see anything wrong with his arrogant and violent behavior (they don’t really see anything wrong with Thor starting a war other than inconvenience, and they want Thor back from Earth right away even though that would fix pretty much nothing, maybe they thought they needed their best fighter for the war but that is never brought up so it comes off more as them just being unhappy with the sentence in general). They also blatantly distrust Loki - they assume he is a traitor because he has magic and because... he’s Loki, I guess, but especially as a first time viewer it just seems like total paranoia since we haven’t seen anything to support their view.

Which leads me to a specific line of theirs: ‘Loki’s always been one for mischief’. Most writing advice says to ‘show, not tell’, and while there are obviously moments where telling is fine or even better than showing, this is an instance that would have been infinitely better to show rather than just tell. Mischievous how? To what extent? Since when? Kid Loki seemed obedient and quiet. Everything about Adult Loki we see in the film is either reserved or desperate, not mischievous (deceitful absolutely, but that isn’t the same thing). In fact unless you include the deleted scene where Loki makes wine into snakes to spook a servant that was laughing at him (which, is a pretty minor, albeit petty, instance of mischief), Loki doesn’t actually do anything for the sake of mischief at all in the movie. It just seems like a really weird decision to write a character known broadly for being mischievous, have him not act out of mischief once in the film, but still include a single line telling us that actually is mischievous, really, so suspecting him of treason makes sense, yeah?

Like, Sif and the W3 literally betray Loki, who was supposedly their friend(-ish) and currently their rightful king not because they have any proof of misdeeds (they only suspect him about the Jotun thing, they don’t know about Loki lying to Thor, and this is BEFORE the Destroyer was sent or Jotunheim was being destroyed, which we don’t even have hard evidence that would have bothered them) but because...they don’t like Loki and Really Don’t Like that Loki won’t bring Thor back, I guess? The way it’s framed they might also be assuming he did something to Odin and/or Frigga to get the throne but like...where the heck would that assumption even come from??? There’s nothing on-screen to back that up other than the ominous camera-work (and again, the deleted scene provides possible textual evidence that Loki was given the throne by Frigga after Odin fell asleep and did not expect to gain anything throne-related to de-crowning Thor). Also I am really unclear on if Heimdall deciding to behead his current king for tricking him/messing with inter-realm defenses is culturally appropriate or not, but from an uninformed viewer’s perspective it seems like a wild overreaction, which is another thing that could have been built on (in general Asgard’s culture could have been explored more like, a lot).

As for the second half the film/the final battle, my main question in hindsight was ‘what...exactly was Loki OR Thor expecting to gain from their confrontation???’ because Thor entered the arena basically just going “What the heck? What the heck!?!?!?!?!?” and Loki was in full-scale mental breakdown mode so I kind of don’t think he was planning anything coherently at this point, aside from maaaaybe stalling Thor long enough to let Jotunheim be destroyed (except, he didn’t really see that as something that could even be done and was visibly shocked to see Thor trying to break the Bifrost, so probably not even that). It just makes, narrative-wise, for a really weird final fight where neither combatant has any real Desired Outcome (Thor is kind of trying to talk Loki out of his freak out while also wanting to talk/argue about the whole Destroyer thing, but is too out of the loop and hot-headed to do a very good job at this and Loki I think just wants to vent/panic/finish his plan). And I mean part of that does play into the tragedy element of the story, but it also plays into the overarching ambiguity of the entire film.

I think...those are the main points I wanted to cover? More or less. Conclusion: I love the film to pieces but it is a structural dumpster fire that leaves way too many major character and world-building elements up to interpretation. And yet also this was the golden days and I miss them and have too many thoughts about these characters. But still, narrative anarchy at least half the time. SO THAT’S THAT.

If I missed anything or you want join the discussion or ask me anything regarding Thor, Loki, and their arcs absolutely feel free to do so!

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qandnoablog · 6 years

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Anomaly (Marvel Imagine)

Title: Discovered

Pairing: [In Progress]

Warnings: This part isn’t like my other ones since it doesn’t take place in any actual part of the Marvel movies. The scenes, however, are based on the movies - Thor Ragnarok Spider-Man: Homecoming

There will be some moments where a character will be experiencing a panic attack. Since this is based on my own experiences with panic attacks, I hope no one feels offended by how I describe it.

Part: 10, [9], [8], [7], [6], [5], [4], [3], [2], [1]

Key: Y/N - Your Name Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Word Count: 3,273

Summary: All seemed peaceful for [Y/N]. Everything had quieted down since her last adventure with Spider-Man. Little did she know, it was the calm before a storm.

Note From Author: Midterms are coming yet again and I wanted to post this before cramming like crazy! I’m sorry for making you all wait and I hope you enjoy this part!

Part 10 - Anomaly

It had been about a year since her encounter with Spider-Man.

[Y/N] had finally settled to life in New York, enjoying the lively atmosphere and often exploring around without too many worries. Her capture wasn’t exactly a priority, like Captain America or Wanda Maximoff would be, so she didn’t have to be wary of who could find her. In addition, Tony seemed to be helping behind the scenes, erasing any digital trail she may have left behind. She could never confirm his involvement, but she suspected it to be him nonetheless.

Spider-Man would visit frequently, the two sometimes just hanging out as he asked all kinds of questions about the Avengers. At first, he was so caught up with her new gloves that he sometimes forgot she even existed. He got so wrapped up, practically begging her to borrow it for closer examination, but it soon died down.

After that, he would go fight crime and she would sometimes tag along. Nothing too serious happened since then, so he could handle most of it alone. [Y/N] was just there for any damage control, helping him be more efficient during fights. Ned would sometimes also come over with Peter when the two needed a place to work on both actual school projects and other side “projects” without the watching eyes of their guardians. Overall, it was very peaceful.

Everything seemed to be going great until one day… Well, it was one of the worst days [Y/N] had experienced in her life.

The day started off normal. She had woken up early, a bit before her alarm, and was feeling energized to just go out and explore more of New York. Then, something completely unexpected happened.

While walking down the somewhat empty streets, the sun barely making its way up in the sky, a strange, orange glowing circle appeared on the ground around her. A bit panicked, the sparks of light dangerously close to her ankles, she jumped away from the center of the circle. Without someone in the middle of it, it quickle fizzled out and was gone.

What the hell?

She peered over at the empty sidewalk, examining it closely, but it showed no signs of charring from the odd occurance. Then, it happened again. The same circle appeared under her, but this time it was faster. [Y/N] felt gravity pull her down as the ground below her just vanished.

The sensation reminded her of the wormhole back on Sakaar, the flashes of memories jolting her with fear and adrenaline. Her breathing accelerated and her hair stood on end as power welled up inside her and exploded her upwards with incredible force, away from the portal. Just like before, the circle vanished when she no longer stood atop it.

No, no, no, no, no, [Y/N] chanted again and again.

Panic became hysteria as she trembled all over. The fact that she was completely exposing her abilities in public, regardless of the lack of people, didn’t even register in her mind. All she could think of was how she didn’t want to go back to that alien planet. There was no telling how long she’d be stuck in that wretched place again, if she was sent there at all. She might not even be able to return to Earth like last time. [Y/N] was lucky when Loki and Thor ended up there. If she got sent there again, it could possibly be forever. And, if the Grandmaster still ruled and remembered her, she wouldn’t be safe.

Take a breath. Panicking will get you nowhere. Breathe!

A few seconds passed by. Then a minute. After a couple of minutes of waiting the circle still did not reappear. Her breathing settled somewhat and her heartbeat returned to its normal pace. Though adrenaline still pulsed through her, making her uncomfortable with the excess energy, she was too scared to completely calm down.

It’s okay, she tried to tell herself, It could be nothing. Wormholes don’t usually appear in the middle of the ground, right?

But how was she supposed to know? That time on Sakaar, a wormhole just suddenly emerged and sucked her away from her friends and onto Earth. Thankfully, she ended up where she wanted to be, but that was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Out of the infinite possibilities, it was highly unlikely that she would be that lucky again.

However, as she was carefully thinking about all her options while hovering in the air, those same sparks flew out to right beside her. The shock of it startled her so much that the hold on her powers faltered and she began to fall dangerously fast.

Shit!

It wasn’t a fatal height, but it was enough to do some serious damage. She braced for impact, her muscles tensing at the expected solid ground, but then the falling didn’t stop. [Y/N] could already surmise what had happened, the odd portal strangely targeting her, but she was too scared to open her eyes to confirm it. Still, the familiar feeling of nausea was enough for her to know what happened without seeing for herself.

I don’t want to go!

“Ah, you’re awake,” an unfamiliar voice called out as [Y/N] finally opened her eyes.

Everything was unfamiliar. The ceiling. The floor. The walls. The bed. Everything… They were all things she’d never seen before. Her heart raced as the events of what happened flooded back to her and her breathing became erratic. Tears filled her eyes and she couldn’t even focus on the person beside her. She couldn’t control her body as it trembled, her body feeling unnaturally cold as the blood drained from her. Reality was slipping from her and she began to hyperventilate, when something brushed against her hand.

“Shhh,” the stranger soothed, his gloved hand gently squeezing her own, “You’re alright. You’re okay. Just take a deep breath.”

[Y/N] finally turned to the speaker. Even he was unfamiliar. He had white streaks on both sides of his hair, contrasting with his normal full head of black. The lighting was dim, so it was hard to focus. Everything about him seemed elegant, but most importantly… Human. He appeared to be human. Though the thought should have reassured her, many people on Sakaar looked human. His clothes certainly didn’t resemble the fashion sense of Earth that she knew of. Still, not knowing was worse than knowing, since the imagination could be scarier than the truth. If she wanted to finally rid herself of this anxiety, she’d have to ask that dreaded, awful question.

“W-where…” She choked a bit, unable to form words as tears spilled from her eyes. Shuting them tight and taking in a breath, she tried again. “Where am I?”

“New York,” he answered, his stern features softening, “Earth, year 2017.”

It took her a moment for the words to sink in. New York. 2017. Earth.

[Y/N]’s body crumpled back in relief and the tears flooded like a broken dam. She covered her face in her hands, unable to stop herself from crying as the fear of being on another alien planet eased away from her. Sobs escaped from her as the sounds filled the near silent room. The man beside her just sat there, patiently waiting for her.

She wasn’t back on Sakaar. She wasn’t trapped on a foreign planet. She wasn’t sent to another place in time. She was still in New York. She was still on Earth.

It surprised [Y/N] how much the many years stranded on Sakaar had damaged her. Of course it was a scarring experience, but it never hindered her this much over the years she had returned to Earth. The memories resurfaced from time to time, often in the form of a nightmare, but they never bothered her to this extent.

“Who are you?” [Y/N] asked when she finally cooled down and recalled that she wasn’t alone in this strange room. Her eyes were still red and most likely puffy from all the crying, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was very calm, which helped her to feel a bit more at peace.

“My name is Doctor Stephen Strange.”

“You’re a what?”

Stephen had finished explaining where she was, why she was here, and how he had brought her there. He seemed to think that all of this was quite easy to comprehend, but a world of magic was just a bit difficult to believe. If he was categorized as a god or an alien, perhaps it would have been easier, but him being a normal human… Now that was hard to wrap her head around.

“I am the master of the mystic arts,” he repeated, “and I brought you here because I sensed an anomaly around you.”

“Look, Mister-”

“Doctor,” Strange interrupted her, adamant on getting that title across.

“Doctor,” she corrected, a bit drained from everything that went on, “I just experienced hell and now you want me to believe all this magic stuff?”

Honestly, she wanted to be mad. She wanted to be furious and throw a tantrum at the man who had caused her so much distress, but she was also tired. She was so exhausted due to all the change that went through her life, every bad experience just crashing back on her in that moment of hopelessness, that she just couldn’t muster up the energy to fight this man. He was a stranger to her. It was fine to leave it at that, wasn’t it?

“I just want to go home. Maybe take a nap. Can I go now?”

“Miss [Y/L/N],” the man replied, his expression serious and unchanging, “I keep tabs on everything that may be a threat to this world, but when you entered my city, there was just something off.”

“Off?” [Y/N] couldn’t even gather enough energy to feel offended.

“It’s as if the time around you is distorted,” Stephen clarified, trying to keep it simple so as to not confuse her. It didn’t really work.

Noticing her blank expression, he waved a hand in front of her, and a strange tingle prickled at her. She looked down at her own arms and noticed something rippling off her skin in almost transparent waves. It felt a bit odd, and she tried to touch whatever it was, but her hands just phased through them.

“W-what the-? What is this?” [Y/N] questioned, goosebumps forming at the intangibility of it.

“Thirty… No, twenty… Eight?” He muttered as he examined the ripples, his hand resting under his chin in thought, “Yes. Twenty-eight.”

“Excuse me?”

“You are off this timeline by twenty-eight years.”

It was then that it clicked. [Y/N] now knew exactly what he meant by off and anomaly. She didn’t know how he knew, but it seemed he was talking about her years on Sakaar. Still, she didn’t know this man. In fact, because of the stunt he just pulled, she didn’t trust him either. Why should she answer any of his questions?

“Ah, so that’s what happened,” Stephen nodded before she could even say a word. He leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of tea that seemed to appear out of thin air. “Well, nothing I can do about that. Strange, but harmless. I apologize for wasting your time.”

“Wait-”

But before she could finish, everything around her blurred. In the blink of an eye, a room full of old books, ancient artifacts, and elegant decor was replaced with the busy, bustling streets of New York. People walked around her, not even noticing that she had appeared out of nowhere.

She felt a bit queasy, the feeling of being transported from one location to another making her recall those wormholes and portals, but she swallowed back the nausea and blinked a couple more times. The sun was now high in the sky, showing how much time had passed. Its bright light made her eyes sting, since they had been adjusted to the dim lighting of that strange room. Shaking off the sick feeling, she gave up the idea of getting answers and simply let the matter drop.

“I really hate magic,” she grumbled, her mood fouled by the whole event as she finally arrived home and flopped onto her bed.

“Now that seems a bit harsh,” a coy voice whispered into her ear, making her jump back in alarm.

The man who stood before her was all too familiar. The years didn’t erase the memory of him, the image etched into her brain from all the rage she had felt for him that day. Without thinking on it for another second, her fist flew towards him, aimed directly at his face. However, her hand merely phased through the figure, his nose uninjured, as she stumbled forward from the lack of impact.

“Hello to you too, [Y/N].”

“Go to Hell, Loki.”

“Yes, the second-rate sorcerer,” Loki huffed, his brows furrowing slightly at the memory, “I must remember to pay him back someday.”

[Y/N] had given in once she realized he would not leave her alone.

He had sent a copy of himself onto Earth, admiring the “foolish actions of Midgardians” whenever he was bored, when he had happened upon her. Of course he was not looking for her, not even knowing that she was back on Earth and not with Thor, but he couldn’t pass up this opportunity to mess with her. Besides, he had some free time.

“You know Doctor Strange?”

She had known Loki for a few weeks back on Sakaar and though their relationship was far from friendship, it wasn’t as small as an acquaintanceship. They grew to tolerate one another, especially in the face of the Grandmaster, so of course they could hold a conversation. However, that became a bit awkward after Loki’s little mind tricks he had casted around the time of Thor’s arrival on the alien planet. Still, she hadn’t seen him in years. If she couldn’t forgive this god, then she could at least hold out so that she could find out how Thor was doing after all this time.

“We had a brief encounter,” he scowled at the memory and quickly pushed it aside before it could ruin his good mood, “but enough about me. I’m more curious on why you’re on Earth and not with my brother.”

“Wait, are you with him right now?” [Y/N] asked, sitting up on her bed and following Loki with her eyes as he wandered around her apartment.

“No, I am with a more… Rambunctious bunch,” he chuckled a bit dryly, clearly unamused by the company around him, wherever he may be. “Just some rebels rallied together to go help save Asgard from Ragnarok.”

That made her freeze. She had forgotten that she had been thrown back in time from that day on Sakaar. In Thor’s perspective, she must have been sucked up by that wormhole just mere minutes or hours ago. Not even a day must have passed by since then.

“Okay,” [Y/N] said, nodding as she took it all in. He was curious when he examined her reactions, but wasn’t too interested on what was buzzing through her head. As he was hundreds of years older than any Midgardian, he assumed her thoughts were just as insignificant. “So that means Thor made it off of Sakaar, right?”

“Of course,” the God of Mischief was a bit confused. Her question didn’t quite make sense to him and he didn’t like feeling left in the dark. With that, he decided return to his previous question. “Why are you on Earth?”

At first, [Y/N] was quiet. She wasn’t sure whether or not she should tell Loki about what had happened. First of all, she didn’t like him. Though her feelings towards him weren’t quite hatred, they weren’t very pleasant. Giving this god information was like arming him for battle. Secondly, [Y/N] enjoyed that slight bit of annoyance that shone on his face. It wasn’t a big win but she considered it one nonetheless.

After a while, [Y/N] finally gave in and decided to tell him everything. She took a gamble and prayed that he would pass on the information to Thor. He must have been worried about her since she was suddenly taken away. There wasn’t a day that went by that she wasn’t anxiously thinking back on what had happened after that day. Now that Loki was here, during the time where the battle against Hela was upon them, she desperately wanted Thor to know that she was alright and that he didn’t have to concern himself about her. His focus should go solely to his safety and his people. She didn’t want to hinder that.

“I see,” was all Loki said.

He looked bored, silently listening to her ramble on, but she had studied him enough to read him to a certain extent. Though his face portrayed indifference, his eyes sparked as calculations and thoughts raced through his mind. [Y/N] couldn’t decipher too much, she wasn’t a mind reader after all, but she knew he cared enough to hear her story out. Or at least he cared enough about the information she presented to listen carefully. Hopefully, he would pass on this message to Thor. That was all she could ask for.

Seconds turned to minutes as the silence continued. Surprisingly, the noiseless atmosphere wasn’t as awkward as one would have expected. The two of them were actually used to this, their days in Sakaar making any moment of quiet more blissful than stiff. Then, Loki looked up and glanced at what seemed to be an empty wall.

“Oh, looks like we’ve arrived,” Loki murmured, his image rippling as the main body stirred.

More and more of him started to disappear and for some reason, something within [Y/N] stirred.

“Loki!”

She called out without thinking. When he stopped fading, returning to a more solid image, and turned to her, more surprised than amused, she nervously bit her lower lip.

“Just…”

[Y/N] hesitated. She didn’t want him to know she was worried, given that she was still very mad at him, but she couldn’t let these words just be bottled up within her. Regret would consume her if something happen to him in this upcoming battle. They weren’t exactly friends, but how could she, in good conscience, let a man going off into a bloody battle go without settling debts?

If it wasn’t for him and his brother, she would have never escaped the confinements of Sakaar. Though she couldn’t forgive him completely for making her feel so humiliated that time he had forced her to spill her secrets, she still felt grateful to him for bringing a bit of Earth back to her. It must have been a small thing for him to share but to her… It granted her a sliver of hope.

“Just…” She took in a deep breath, steeling her nerves, and looked him in the eyes. Showing no weakness and only speaking the genuine truth, she finished her sentence. “Don’t die.”

His eyes widened, clearly not expecting those words to ever be directed at him.

“Well, not before I can kill you, anyways,” [Y/N] added with a grin.

A few seconds passed, something clearly happening where his true body was since his image kept flickering, and then, Loki smiled. Though it was that mischievous, signature smile of his, there was a glint that shone in his eyes before he faded away, leaving [Y/N] all alone in her little apartment.

Author’s Note: I’ll be taking a break from writing any more parts. Though a large part has to do with college and my daily life, I’ll mostly be on hiatus until after Avengers 4 is released so I can make the next few parts (which will be based on Infinity War) as accurate as possible. Thank you for sticking with me and enjoying my works! I hope you all will be patient and still want to read Discovered when I return!

[PART 11]

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Long Time No See

i got you fam <3 also i know this is short so hopefully it’s okay!

One Shot / Chapter No : One Shot (requested)

Words: 1,059

Mood: Angst, but a bit of fluff at the end (i just want loki to be happy okay)

Warnings/Notes: swearing, suggested sexual stuff. also this happened after ragnarok but infinity war never happened lol

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You were sitting in Stark tower, watching a movie alongside Cap. He hadn't seen The Breakfast Club yet, and it felt like the perfect day to watch an angsty teen movie.Half way through, Stark power-walked in, looking slightly more ruffled than usual. "Where's everyone else?" Stark asked, looking around with his hands in the air. "I don't pay you to sit around all day watching 80s movies." "Actually sir, you don't pay us at all." You said, grinning. "Romanoff and Barton are off doing a stealth mission, Bucky is... somewhere? Steve where's Bucky?" He shrugged and muttered 'not my problem'. "Fine, what about Wanda and Vision?" Stark sat down on an armchair next to where you and Cap were sitting. "Je ne sais pas sweet cheeks." You said, smiling at Tony. "Why? What's the rush?" You were eager for a proper mission. Nothing big had happened since you were recruited after that whole Ultron business. The only missions that had presented themselves were ground and pound missions, and even when the disputes between Cap and Tony happened, you still weren't allowed to join in. You "hadn't been trained enough". "Asgard's been destroyed. All the Asgardians have landed in Norway, with Thor at the helm. Him and Reindeer Games are heading over here soon to let Strange know they're not going to be a threat. You know how he is." "Are they dropping by here?" Steve asked, looking around himself as if they would appear at any second. "Yeah. Thor mentioned something about wanting something, but his message wasn't exactly clear." You kept looking between the two men, slightly confused with what exactly was going on. "Thor is the God of Thunder right? But who's Reindeer Games?" You tucked your feet underneath yourself. "Loki is Reindeer Games, Thor's half brother. He was the cause of New York all those years ago." Loki... that name... it rang a bell somewhere in the back of your mind. "When are they arriving?" You asked, suddenly excited. You were going to meet the freaking God of Thunder, now King of Asgard. The elevator pinged. "Stark!" A thunderous voice rang out, reverberating off every single surface possible. "Point break! Long time now see," you looked around at the voice. Two men, one blonde one dark haired. "Reindeer Games," Tony nodded at the dark haired one who nodded back. His eyes shot straight towards you, his mouth falling open. You waved nonchalantly. He didn't wave back. Cap was already up, hugging Thor and nodding towards Loki. Loki was obviously the least wanted person in this room. "Who's that lovely lady?" Thor gestured and winked at you, and you felt a warmth rising to your cheeks. "How rude of me! I'm (Y/N)," you said as you got up and went over to shake their hands. Thor took your hand and kissed your knuckles gently. Loki was watching you closely, his eyes scrunching up a little. That look... "I already know who you are," Loki said as you went to shake hands with him, and you were taken aback. Still, he took your hand but drew you in close, whispering in your ear. "Do you not remember?" You felt goosebumps rising on your forearms. You had met him somewhere else before, but you just couldn't remember where. The shake of your head seemed to make him physically deflate a little. Cap, Tony, and Thor had moved over to the sofas, leaving you and Loki looking at each other. "You don't remember me at all?" "I remember you from somewhere," you said sheepishly. It hadn't been on TV, you knew that for sure. "I've never felt so insulted in my entire life." He crossed his arms, but then a smirk spread across his face. "Let me get one thing clear," he moved closer towards you, his breath hitting your face, whilst your own was caught in your throat. His smell... His voice was practically a whisper now, "you don't remember the nights of sweet love making we had together?" The feel of his lips against your ear made it all come rushing back. You two had been lovers for a few months, but then he disappeared slash supposedly died. "Shit!" You looked round at the men sitting on the sofa, but they were deep in conversation. The grin on Loki's face was undeniably attractive, and you knew your younger self had made a good decision. "Oh my god. Oh my god! You faked your own fucking death! You little shit," you pushed his chest slightly, and he shot his hands up. "Hey, hey, hey take it easy," he muttered. "I'm sorry. I should have come to see you sooner." "Yeah no shit." The nights you spent crying yourself to sleep flooded your mind. "I mourned you. I had to forget you in order to move on with my life," you whispered as tears brimmed your eyes. "Let's go somewhere more private," he whispered, taking your arm and leading you down a corridor. "I'm back now? If that's any consolation?" You stared at him. "Look, (Y/N)..." the way he said your name brought waves of comfort over your body and mind, waves you hadn't felt in a long time. He cupped your face in one of his hands, and it took all your might not to lean into his touch. "You broke my heart Loki," you whispered, trying not to let the tears fall again. "Then let me fix it for you again." He kissed you then, softly but passionately before drawing away, "sorry I just-" He was interrupted by your lips on his, a soft sigh escaped his lips, his body relaxing fully at your touch. "This might be the most stupid decision I've ever made, but fuck it," you managed to say in between kisses. "You joined the Avengers, how stupid could this be?" Loki rested his forehead against yours, laughing as you punched him lightly. "I'm sorry I forgot you." "I'm sorry I let you." You looked up at him and smoothed his hair away from his face. "I have a feeling we're going to be seeing each other much more often now." "What a shame," you giggled and kissed him once more, his arms wrapping around you and holding you tightly. And this time you knew he wasn't going to let you go.

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A Home Lost and Found (Thor x Reader, Anon Request)

Summary: You were looking for a home and distance from your past. But instead you found him.

Pairings: Thor Odinson x Reader

Warnings: A lil angsty, but that’s about it!

Word Count: About 5k

A/N: This is an Anon Request for Thor x Reader: “I was wondering about post-ragnarok during their way on earth or something...or maybe reader meets him when guardians save him in IW, like she is another survivor, it's really up to you😊”

Thanks so much for sending this in! It was such a challenge (!!!) as I haven’t written for Thor much yet. I'm going to be real with you, this is kinda but not exactly what you requested? I ran with the words “Ragnarok” and “survivor” lol. I was debating doing a second part that would be post-Ragnarok. Let me know if you would like to see a part two to this? I hope you like it though darling, thanks again!

MY MASTERLIST // SEND ME A REQUEST

Unlike the warriors usual greeting, you were met with nothing but silence.

Walking in the empty stadium, the eerie stillness did nothing to put you off. The quiet only focusing your mind more, as it usually did.

You wouldn’t call it your home, but you had been on this Sakaar for a while, and in this colosseum almost daily. The dust under your feet was familiar. The air was stale and lingered with the smell of thousands. The feel was one of dormant, baited excitement.

It wasn’t home, but it was probably as close as someone like you would ever come.

You walked somewhat to the centre of your comforting surroundings and simply stood. Placing your helmet firmly on your head, only your eyes were visible now as you waited for the next in an endless round of people you judged.

The grind of rock on rock sounded not a moment later, reverberating through the vast open circle you were planted in. You rolled your shoulders, bracing yourself for this dance. It was comprised of steps you knew well.

But, you would be first to admit that the man that approached from the dark cavern across the ring from you was not your usual fair.

He was tall, blonde, and even at this distance seemed vaguely handsome.

And clearly he didn’t have a clue to what he was in for, strolling out to meet you.

“Greetings,” he said and waved to you- actually waved- obviously more than a little confused at what was happening here.

Yeah. He definitely had no idea what he was in for.

“Warrior,” you called out to him, speech repeated numerous times before. “You have been chosen by the Grand Master to entertain the masses. You will now prove your worth to the Grand Master and today make a decision that will decide your ultimate fate: victory, or ruin. Now, what is your name?”

He pulled a face. They usually did.

“...What?”

You sighed. Not once had anyone actually answered the question the first time.

“Your name.” you sighed again, vaguely exasperated if not a little bored of the monotonous routine. “What do they call you?”

“Thor,” he boomed out confidently. “Son of Odin, of Asgard, God of Thunder.”

You practically stopped dead at that.

Thor.

At that name it all came flooding back to you.

Immediately your past filled your mind with flashes of memory, of earthly grass, or salty winds, of excitement and wonder and warmth. It filled your body and threatening to burst like a dam and fill the stadium too, revealing every thought and emotion to the man infront of you.

It was him.

Instantly you were not in a stadium on a war world, but that little girl again, walking in the long grass far too close to the cliffs, sound of the crashing waves against the shore below you. Clouded skies and muted sun shining on one gold-haired boy, his hand in yours.

He was back.

“What is the meaning of all this?” Thor asked lightly, looking around to the empty stone seats in the crowd.

When he looked to you though, you could have sworn that his expression softened, looking not like a confident man in metal armour, covered already in sweat and dirt. Instead it was those same eyes, that same smile from all those years ago.

Maybe he saw something in you or your reaction that, however much you tried to tame, had to be coming through in some way? Had sparked a memory in him too?

Stop it, he probably forgot you the moment he left, you chastised yourself, trying not to give into the foolish idea.

He was a prince. You were nothing and no one to him, then or now.

Except now you had a job to do, whether you wanted too or not. You rarely dealt with complications, but this was one, certainly.

Again, you rolled your shoulders and stepped quicker towards him, still a distance to go in the large arena. The closer you got, the harder it became to move. God, you couldn’t get that first meeting out of your head on that summer day...

“We’re going to fight.” you summed up simply, forcing your feet forward and the words from your mouth.

When you were finally only a few feet from him, you got your first good look at the god before you, stopping for a brief moment.

Tall. Built. Blonde. Muscles everywhere. Intimidating in stature, but holding kind eyes and a boyish grin. The golden boy of Asgard indeed. Rang true then and now.

“Do I know you?” he asked, eyeing you, clearly studying you the same way you were him, trying to see through your helmet to the person you were below.

Your eyes were impossibly intense, but body loose and movements casual. You hoped he couldn’t see through you.

“I think not,” you said, keeping your tone distant and neutral.

But your stomach was fluttering and body was absolutely tingling. You wanted to question how could just the sight of him again possibly make you feel this way, but you knew the answer. His face had filled your mind for years, however much you tried to forget him.

Did he know of you? Did he see the young girl you had been in his mind's eye?

Slowly you began to circle around him, steps gritty underfoot, breath coming too loud before even the start of the fight.

First, you had to get yourself under control. You might as well use that time to show him a little courtesy before you knocked him down a few pegs.

“Listen, Thor,” you swallowed down his name before continuing. “I deem the levels at which you fight. I match people up for the gladiator games in here. Understand?”

“What is this game of which you speak?” he said hesitantly, watching as you circled him.

Oh hell, he must have just arrived. Hadn’t even seen a match yet.

“I assess the fighting ability of a warrior, then I pair two up based on skill... or entertainment value,” you added, ruefully. “Then you fight each other, often to the death. Though usually my recommendations are ignored anyways, so expect to be killed sometime quite soon regardless of who you end up with.”

“So I am to fight for sport?” he questioned.

“Yes,” you said, bracing yourself. “And your trial begins now.”

In a flash you were running towards him, closing the small distance between you now. Instinctively he braced himself but you weren't actually looking to hit him just yet.

Sliding at the last second before impact, you swung your legs out, swiping his ankles with a crack and knocking his feet out from under him. The man fell with an almost comical thud, arms flailing to the ground.

Standing easily upright yourself, you looked down to the prince on the ground a little amused at his expression. Shock and bewilderment were there plainly. You might not look intimidating, but you hadn’t survived this long here for nothng.

Despite the situation you found yourself in, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene by your feet.

Not light on his feet, you thought, beginning to keep mental notes his fighting skills, abilities, and attributes as you did when you assessed all the fighters you met.

“Come on, Goldie.” you said with a crooked smile.

He peered at you, eyes narrowed before launching to his feet, quite spryly. You stepped back from him carefully. You knew exactly what an Asgardian was capable of.

You dropped your fighting stance unexpectedly, hand on your hip before rolling your eyes before walking up to him casually.

“Alright, let me break this down a bit for you.”

He immediately dropped his fighting stance too. Which was a mistake.

As you reached him you fists shot out, punching him twice in the ribs than decking him right in the jaw, sending him absolutely flying back at your strength.

Not all too bright either. Trusts too easily.

“C’mon Thor, I know you can do better here.” you called out to him, watching the pile of limbs and gravel.

He spit as he stood, rolling his shoulders and began walking back up to you.

“Who are you?” he called out, eyes narrowed.

You tried not to internally beg him to remember you. No good would come from that now.

“I am no one,” you said, crouching a bit with fists ready. “No one at all.”

Several feet away, he stopped, palm held up to you.

“Please, just tell me your name.”

His voice was soft, almost imploring. Weakness like that was not welcome by the people who ran this place and imprisoned you here.

You hesitated a moment, always wondering what your name would sound like on his lips. The one you gave him years ago was made up to protect your family from his.

“I am no one. Now fight.”

“I do not wish to hurt you, I d-” But you leaped at him, ramming a knee into his chest with shocking force, sending him flying back again.

Resistant. That’s not good. I’ll have to work around that.

Maybe if you gave him something he would give you a fight in return? Because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t die in stadium later, he would simply be killed now. You glanced up to the glass box, held high above the empty seats. Someone was always watching and Thor needed to prove he was a contender to those unseen eyes.

“My name is Y/N.” you conceded. “And if you don’t fight me here and now Thor, you will not make it to tomorrow. I can promise you that.”

You heard him whisper a simple “Alright” that oozed acceptance of your challenge.

A second later, he was practically flying towards you. Hands hitting and gripping your shoulders he was on you, drilling you into the ground, the force of his leap sending you both across half the stadium.

The thundering of the gravel and rocks below you stopped you from seeing or hearing, but not from reacting.

A knee launched up to his groin and your fist simultaneously made contact with his ribs and head, sending him spinning off of you.

The second the ground stopped moving below you were up, but he was faster.

He was a second away from jumping right on you before you rolled away and into a crouch. His fists slammed down on the ground where you were, a crater where you stomach had been. Before he could recover from his attack, your kick sent him stumbling along the ground, and when he turned, you managed to land two more before he grabbed your foot and tossed you spinning right into the stadium rock walls.

He’s fast. And still holding back, you mumbled in your mind. It might have looked bad, but it was barely a gaze in your books.

Standing and brushing yourself off slowly, you beckoned him closer.

He ran to you, and with practiced skills you both unbelievably started to actually have a bit of fun.

You took turns, one trying to land a punch and one trying to block it, dodging and weaving, to try and gain the upperhand. You could barely see your hands or his, him coming down like a hammer and you expertly blocking, until you turned the tables and did the same, matching his speed and force with your own.

Damn, he is good. Maybe the Korbinite?

Flipping backwards, your feet nailed him in the chin sending him staggering back and giving space between you.

This was fun, as clearly he was at least a match for you, neither of you going particularly all out, but just enjoying the sport of trying to best each other like you were children again.

Oh no, you thought, face falling as realization hit you.

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, and I will keep that promise, Y/N.” he said, brushing the blood from his nose and walking towards you. “But know that there isn’t a warrior here that is my equal. For all your abilities, not even you.”

You didn’t even think. You had already made the decision.

Coming at him you didn’t hold back, punches hitting him full force in the face and chest. He did try and block you but you threw everything you had into those hits, whatever block he put up unable to stop the force of you. Your knuckles struck bone and flesh and blood spilled from him.

Eventually though, he had had enough.

His hand snapped up and gripped your fist mid punch. There was a second where you raised an eyebrow and he briefly smiled.

In a flash you were on the ground, Thor pinning you down by your wrists and his knees forcing your legs into the ground, unmovable. You saw him and felt him and smelled him, his body pushed against yours, closer than you ever dreamed him to be.

He twisted your wrists deeper into the dirt with a smug smile on his lips. He wasn’t hurting you- not really- but he was proving a point, and you desperately did not want him too. He didn’t understand what it meant.

“Let me go,” you said, not able to cover your shock.

Never had anyone been able to pin you down. You had always been too fast, too clever, too strong.

But he just smiled, peering down to you, somehow getting even closer. His nose brushed against yours, and as he looked into your eyes, he seemed to find something there, head tilting ever so slightly with an emotion you just didn’t have time to dissect.

“Thor,” you breathed, looking at him pained and pleading. “Please. Please let me go.”

Your tone confused him and he immediately moved to get off of you, clearly having had his fun in dominating you.

You scrambled to your feet and stood hunched over, hands on your hips, breathing hard. The look of pain you had stayed, and he quirked an eyebrow at you in question. He assumed you were still playing a fun game in all this, but he didn’t know everything you did.

“What is the matter, Y/N?” he asked. He actually sounded like he cared.

The problem was that the decision made was probably now out of your control. And you hated it.

As shadowy figures watched you from afar, they would have already seen enough to overrule any decision you would have made otherwise.

He had bested you. Never had anyone done that. There was only one other fighter strong than you that Thor could face.

The Hulk.

Thor was Asgardian- a prince no less- but he still couldn’t be a match for the Hulk.

If he faced the Grand Masters champion, he would die. And you couldn’t send him to his death.

At your turning stomach and aching heart, you chalked up the reason for it all to your mother. If she was alive and you had any part to play in his demise, she would've killed you. There was no love lost between the royal family and her no doubt, but she still respected her roots enough to marginally respect them. And they weren’t just her roots, but yours too.

So that was the reason you gave yourself as you why you felt like your heart was suddenly shattering in your chest. Though maybe that wasn’t the complete truth behind your feelings.

Damn it!

There was little you could do, save one. Though it could most certainly mean your own demise...

There was either guaranteed that he would die, or a risk that you would.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

“Your fate has been decided, Thor of Asgard.” Your tone was downturn, breath heavy. “I hope you survive it.”

It wasn’t a few hours before you were thrown into his grimy cell, chained and gagged.

Your plan to save him from certain ruin hasn’t exactly ruined you, but you guessed it would really depend on how the night went.

When your spine hit the floor and head cracked back against the ground, you didn’t stay down. You sprung up to your feet instantly, not letting yourself have the luxury of feeling pain in that moment. They had already beaten your body enough today, you didn’t want to give them any more satisfaction at feeling more of their torment.

Your breath sounded terribly loud through the metal mask that wrapped around your mouth and nose right around to the back of your head. Your eyes were adjusting to the light as much as they could, with this wet dank cell only slightly lighter than total darkness. Like your helmet had, it would keep your face somewhat hidden from him.

You scanned for Thor or any movement in front of you, body poised and ready to fight as your hands chained behind your back touched the barred door.

“Y/N,” came your name softly with a little surprise.

Towards the back of the small space you saw movement, and Thor stepped into a small stream of dim light. His dirty blonde hair still shone a little, even in the darkness.

Your eyes were cutting daggers into him, breath coming even faster. Unlike before, now you would not hesitate to kill him if you had too.

It wouldn't take an astute person to see that one chained woman and one man skilled at fighting (that already proved he could pin her to the ground) meant that this engagement was- to you anyway- terribly and dangerously one-sided.

Thor, seeing you obvious fight instinct taking over at the situation, stood back and raised his hands to you as a sign of peace.

“I told you,” he said, bending over slightly to look you straight in your eyes, waiting until you held his stare. “I will not hurt you.”

For the second time and completely inexplicably, you believed him. It took a few minutes for you to calm down enough for him to try slowly getting closer to you, breath coming at a somewhat normal pace and eyes not as murderous.

“Do you know how to get that off?” he asked quietly, not wanting anything to disrupt the fragile trust between you in that moment. He nodded to the muzzle around your mouth.

You nodded back curtly before clanging the metal at the back of your head on the bars lightly, eyes still on him.

“It’s on the back,” Thor said in understanding. “Will you let me release you from it?”

A beat or two passed before you nodded in agreement, though you stayed still.

Carefully Thor came closer to you, hands reaching out slowly to you. You only flinched once as his fingers brushed against the base of your neck but after a few painfully long moments the mask dropped away with a clang.

Immediately you were against the wall, keeping your distance from the man, who seemed just as contented as you to get that damn thing off.

“I suppose there is an explanation for them putting you in here with me, chained and muzzled?” Thor asked, moving back to the bench he had been on.

It took you a moment before you spoke to him, who was patiently waiting.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, feeling the need to say that first. “And this isn’t exactly unusual for me. Unfortunately.”

“Why is this being done to you?” he asked in the dim light.

“This is punishment. If I intentionally don’t categorize people correctly, I’m imprisoned with them. Usually it ends up with the other person dying.” you added dryly.

“No harm will come to you by my hand.” he said softly. “As long as you are here with me, you are safe.”

You pulled a face, looking at him incredulously. Who was this guy?!

But even stranger than he was, was the fact that your belief didn't just stop there. It was trust and comfort and completely terrifying to think that of a basic stranger. Maybe he was once the boy you knew, but that did not mean you knew him at all today in this cell.

Swallowing and eyeing him carefully you shimmied down the wall to the bench opposite from his and sat down.

“So,” he said, voice lighter. “Who did you match my strength with that landed you so unjustly in here?”

You had hoped they weren’t watching when the two of you had fought. You had tried to convince yourself that they wouldn’t have been able to clearly see your sparring with Thor. But they had obviously seen it all.

Once you have made your recommendation, you had sealed your fate. They had decided the Hulk and you tried your best to talk them out of it, your insubordination landing you beaten and thrown in here.

You didn’t regret it though, as you had to at least try.

“Someone lesser than they wanted. Hence my punishment in here.”

You moved and rattled the metal handcuffs and chains behind your back to emphasize your point.

“Shall I break those chains?” Thor offered, ever the gentleman when he wasn't pinning you down apparently. “Between the two of us I’m sure you would be free shortly.”

“No”, you said quietly but not unkindly. “If I do, that’ll make it worse for me in the morning. Besides, I wouldn't want to too poorly disappoint those betting me to come out of here both alive and still chained.”

You leaned back a little, trying your best to get comfortable. All in all, this was looking to not be as uncomfortable a night as it could be.

“They force you to stay with unknown men, chained and incapacitated? A wager on your head if you were to survive?”

“If I get through the night, I go back to my job,” you said, tilting your head to get a better view of your company. “And I haven’t met my demise in here yet, though thanks for the confidence boost.”

“You mistake me, I was admiring your fortitude,” he stated simply, before continuing his line of questioning. “Y/N, if they treat you so poorly than why are you here?”

He shuffled, leaning back a little with one leg bent up on the stone bench, arm resting on his knee. Even at a distance away, you could still smell him, the scent of dirt and sun and petrichor filling the cell.

“No one is here by choice Thor, I was trying to get somewhere else when I was sucked onto this planet. Never had the ability to leave. Maybe not sure I want too, either. I try not to think about it really.”

“Your skills are great, but your heart does not match this planet,” he said, watching you carefully.

“I’m of two worlds about it, always have been.” you said, shrugging off the seriousness and astute observation.

If you were combative it would be a long sleepless night, and you had enough of fighting for the minute. And you didn’t want to get into the matter of your heart yet, which had been steadily aching deeper and deeper all day.

“That entertains the question: where are you from? I have seen lady warriors of your callibre before, though still you intrigue me.”

You eye roll in the dark was most likely lost on him, though you did it anyway.

“I told you my name, what more do you need from me?” you asked him back, shaking your head a little.

“There is a familiarity I can’t place in you. Perhaps we have met before?”

Your only way around the question was to answer it without actually answering it.

“I’m from Earth. It’s a small, forgettable planet. You won’t hav-”

“You’re from Earth?” he repeated, suddenly excited and sitting up taller. “I’m from Earth! Or no, well, I'm of Asgard of course, but I have been there. Do you know of the Avengers? Friends of mine, actually. Great place. Love it. Fantastic people.”

He crossed his arms, holding back his excitement as he was clearly enthused, winking to you at that last line.

Ugh. If you were in the colosseum you would have decked him for his unwavering chipperness in this dismal place. Unfortunately, without being able to punch him, all you were left with was a feeling of endearment at the oaf.

And at that, your heart cracked a little more, mind trying to keep out thoughts of what tomorrow would hold.

“I’m not human, exactly. I’m just from there.”

“Oh?” His tone begged you to continue, still sitting up at attention.

You sighed. He would put two and two together with all these incessant questions, and it hardly mattered where you were from anyway. He was a doomed man now.

And a part of you- a small part that you couldn’t admit to yourself- wanted him to know. Wanted him to remember you. Wanted a connection to someone. With him.

“Asgard.” you eventually offered if not incredibly slowly and cringing. “Sort of.”

That elicited quite a different response.

“Asgard?” he said sitting back, both stunned and unbelieving. “You’re of Asgard?”

“No, I’m not.” you sighed. “I’m from Earth.”

“You’re of Earth, but not of Earth. And you’re Asgardian but not...? I don't understand Y/N.”

It was a story you had told no one before, not anyone here. But the blonde god in front of you was doomed for death. What did it hurt to share this with a dying man anyway?

“My mother's name was Ilmr,” you began, seeing a spark of understanding Thor’s eyes, though he took the sensible route and didn’t interrupt now that you were finally answering. “She traveled to Earth and fell in love with a mortal man, whose name isn't deserving of remembrance. When she told the All-Father, he did not approve of their union, so she left Asgard forever, abandoning everything for the man who was my father. She hid away from Odin, from all of Asgard.”

“What happened next?” he whispered, enthralled.

Finding another Asgardian- if you could call yourself that- in a place like must have been a bit unexpected. There couldn't be more than a couple on the whole planet.

“My father died as mortals do. Then my mother did, in her heartbreak.” you shrugged.

Your mother, the light in your life and guiding hand had left you. You were barely an adult in human terms (though a child in Asgardian years). But she had lost the love of her life, and you weren’t enough to stead her heart-break. So instead of living on with you, she gave into her despair and died from it.

You hated your father for that, for being so loved by her that upon his death your mother Ilmr couldn’t imagine living without him. That she didn’t think enough of you to live.

Your mother had taught you everything, all about Asgard and the legends therein. But when her light went out you were left with only that. Histories and legends of a place you never knew, a people could never reach or truly belong too. So you were left with mortals, dying just like she did, over and over.

“So I left Earth. Eventually. It took a longer time than I could stand to find a way off of that planet, but I did it.”

“Why leave?”

You looked over to him again, eyes shining in sadness in the dim light. You opened your mouth before closing it again, not sure exactly how to continue.

“I don’t mean that to say you would not have been welcome in Asgard,” he assured, carrying on earnestly. “I would have welcomed you openly and without reservation, Y/N.”

You took a breath gaining courage from his kind eyes in the darkness. Though the words only filled you with more sadness.

“I grew tired of watching the people closest to me die,” you said slowly and measured. “I couldn’t stand to watch any more of that.”

“So then you find yourself here, in a world where you send off fighters to their doom?” he said with a mischevious smile. “Not the kind of work to avoid watching people die, Y/N. Though I’ll be an exception to that.”

He thought his odds were good, joking about the fights like this. You knew better. Your face was lined not with a smile but with sadness, hanging heavy in the dirty little room you found yourself in.

“No,” you whispered. “But I don’t get attached to them. I couldn’t stand it if I did.”

Your statement hung in the air, you unvoicing the rest of what you wanted to really say, and Thor left to guess at what those words would be.

“The... thing you are fighting tomorrow,” you started, looking to him with desperation seeping into your stare. “It will destroy you, Thor. Please prepare yourself, please... just try to get out alive. You couldn’t possibly understand the strength and anger of him.”

“Sounds quite like a friend of mine,” Thor said with a bit of a shrug, still not understanding the gravity of this all.

“This thing is no friend to you or anyone,” you said, leaning forward. “Please don’t be foolish and don’t play games, I beg you.”

He leaned back a bit, watching you. Several moments passed while he watched your intensity flicker like a fire behind your eyes.

“I thought you didn’t get attached to those you sent into the fray,” he said quietly.

You sighed, closing your eyes and pushing your back against the wall, trying to let the cool stone take over your heated emotions.

“I don’t know you enough for attachment, thanks.” you said.

“Perhaps.”

You decided not to acknowledge that.

Because either he would remember you, and it would make what was about to happen that much harder.

Or he wouldn’t, and the memory of you and him those years ago would die along with him tomorrow.

Either way, you would be left behind. Like you always were.

Soon enough the cool stone did bring your fire down, and as the night moved on, it sent a shiver through your bones.

The days here were terribly hot and the night here terribly cold. Lifting your head up, you could see your breath billow now out from your nose like a mist rolling off the ocean.

You finally had a mind to look down to your body, seeing the blood still slowly trickle and glint in the darkness. With your hands tied and naturally no medical supplies to speak of, there wasn’t much to be done.

You shuddered slightly, the loss of blood, cold night air, and frozen stone bench and walls all conspiring against you. Your sudden shake caused Thor’s eyes to open back up, who had been drifting in the silence between you.

He jerked upright then took all of two strides across the room to your side. It faster than your tired mind and slow body could react too at this hour, jerking yourself upright as he hovered above you.

A hand went gingerly to your waist, a deep gash there, pressing his large palm in lightly. You wanted to recoil at the touch, but in fact you welcome the warmth and gentle feeling of his hand. Usually you felt fists, not soft touches on your skin.

“It's alright, I will survive this,” you said, his comforting spirit causing the corner of your mouth to turn up. “Just let me bleed.“

It was hardly the worst you had suffered by a long shot.

His hand went to your forehead feeling a cold sweat there before brushing his fingers down along your cheek and neck. You tried to swallow down the ache that it brought up, wishing you had at least wanted to fight it off. But you didn’t. You wanted more, whatever the cost to you later.

“You’re frozen,” he stated quietly in your ear before hands moved under your knees and arms, lifting you.

“No, Thor!” you whispered a little frantic.

The quick two strides back to his side were over before you could really struggle. He sat down then lied down, with you still in his arm, taking you down with him. His smell of sun and rain after a storm filled your mind with warm summer days, somehow starting to warm you already.

Gently and silently he wrapped his muscular arms around you, softly pressing his frame beside yours, radiating a delicious heat. The awkward shock of it was the only thing that kept you from nuzzling closer into his chest.

“You are safe here,” he murmured into your hair. “And I am also cold.”

You felt him smile against your head, and you couldn’t help but do the same.

Heated flooded your body, coming from both him and from deep in your soul. It was a warmth of security, protection, gentleness. It was one of longing, aching, and wanting. But most of all it was a feeling of a home you didn’t think would ever be yours to feel.

The morning came too quickly.

You talked together that night, sharing things you maybe wouldn’t have shared to anyone else, laughing at his silly sense of humour, unabashedly drinking in his warmth and the sheer feel of him against you as he got a few hours of sleep in this little piece of hell in space.

But as the dawn light began to grow, your heart began to sink. The darkness that shrouded you in the night was leaving. It was a blackish grey light now, but soon enough it would reveal the day to come. A day where you would have to face the loss of the man holding you.

You remembered the mysterious boy that you had fallen for when you were young. How careless he was and how full of life. How the sun shone on his head. How the first kiss you had was with him, clumsy and impossibly sweet.

How were you supposed to say goodbye to another piece of your life, of your past? How could you possibly recover from another death laying heavy on your heart?

As he woke, you blinked away the tears that had begun to fill your eyes, moving your head down into his chest.

He isn’t the same person, you tried to convince yourself, Your holding on to memories you should have let go. Just enjoy the embrace now then forget him.

Though again you felt a smile form on his face against your hair, clearly ready to face the day. Another fight in a long line of fights. Nothing for him to fear, certainly.

But your heart was full of it. Fear and sadness and impossibly deep loss that stretched back endlessly through your days.

You had tried to leave that all behind but it seemed to follow you everywhere.

“Good Morning,” you said, trying your best not to sound as though your heart was being strangled.

“Morning,” he responded in kind.

“Today you face an enemy you haven’t before,” you said, stiffly. “I wish you well, Thor Odinson.”

You shimmied and moved under him trying to get up and he released you from his hold. You walked to the bars, facing away from him. If you turned to face him, in the early dawn light would he now recognize you?

Thor got up too, stretching and practically filling the room with his size. He stepped towards you, getting nearer you in the small cell.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he said, continuing with a joke that held a serious note to it. “I look forward to you being thrown into my cell again. Tonight, perhaps?”

You swallowed, hearing the guard down the hall.

These were your last minutes with him, and under the pressure of his looming death, your heart made a decision your mind had been fighting since you first heard his name.

“I wish you well,” you repeated, turning around with gaze locked to his.

He looked for a moment as though he was about to respond. But his eyes moved across your face before searching your eyes, stopping him short. He held his body still but his breath came faster. There was something in the way he looked at you, eyes wide, brows furrowed, a memory sparked within his swirling irises.

Slowly and carefully, you stepped up to him, letting you feel every inch of his body line up against yours, pressing yourself against him. Carefully you brushed you nose along his neck and scruffy jawline, leaning up to him and blinking slow. He looked down to you, and you smiled slightly at the sound and feel of him swallowing.

Softly you set your lips to his, tasting that pure heated sunshine he glowed with. His lips didn't move at first, held still. But after a little encouragement, his mouth began to move against yours, wet and warm and wanting. His arm wrapped around your waist to your handcuff, entwining his fingers with yours, while the other moved up through your hair pushing you ever so more into him.

In the dawn light you had stolen one more kiss from him, before he was stolen away from you. You didn't want this day to begin or his life to end, but there was no stopping it.

You pulled away as the guards fumbled behind you with the keys to the cell.

”Y/N,” he whispered, moving closer and leaning into you as you moved away. There was something in the way he said your name, untold emotions held in one word.

“We were so young, just kids really,” you said with a sad smile. “Under the nose of my mother I sot you out when you were on Midgard.”

You closed your eyes, pressing your forehead against his cheek, desperately wanting to feel that warmth one more time.

“We had only a few days together, but oh, did I love you. And I never forgot that kiss we shared, standing in the tall grass on the cliffside.”

Suddenly, rough hands pulled you back and away from Thor. Dragging you across the floor and out of the cell, you didn't even have time to say a real goodbye to him. As your body and skin were dragged across the floor, it seemed as though your broken heart didn't go with you, staying behind with him in that cell.

Thor ran to the bars just as they closed, locking him away from you. His eyes were wildly intense and you could see in them your face finally snap back into his memories of you.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, tears beginning to fall down your cheek silently.

“Do not be sorry,” he stated affectionately, the tears in his eyes almost matching yours. “I have never forgotten you, Y/N. How could I forget the first young love of my life? But why didn’t you tell me?”

But hands clasped the cold and jagged muzzle back on your face, snapping it closed painfully. Struggling, you writhed and fought against them, but electrifying batons dug into you, screams left unheard through the metal blocking them.

“I promise to you that will win this fight, Y/N,” he bellowed after you, voice ringing down the corridor. “I will come back for you, Y/N!”

But the only you knew for certain as the guards dragged you away from view of your once love, was that he this would be his final day.

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RvB16 Episode 2 Review: Incendiary Incidents

(Old Blog Repost)

Last time, not a lot happened other than going out for food, Donut unlocking his true potential as a contortionist, and alien Norse Gods are a thing that exist. Nothing that unusual for this show. We got the setup, so what’ll they do with it now as the pizza quest continues? Lets find out!

Overview

To the shock of no one, Grif crashed the ship. He rushes everyone through the insults and sidenote to Kai’s… so does she actually have regular contact with their mom? Makes me really wonder about where Grif stands with his family. Anyways, good news is the pizza place isn’t far off! They just have to go through some ominous woods! Grif however opts to go through the less than ominous woods which would take longer, but isn’t… well, ominous. This gets Simmons attention. Enough that, as they make their way through, he pulls Grif aside to find out what his deal is. My shipping heart is happy to see Simmons noticing that something’s not right with his not-boyfriend and getting to the bottom of it… please tell me I didn’t accidentally write an innuendo,

So you knwo that ‘new science’ Grif mentioned last episode? Well here’s that new science: laziness… sort of! So when stuck on the moon (I THINK he called it Iris? So… after Michael and Lindsay’s daughter/Geoff’s goddaughter? AWW!), Grif found a book that Jax left behind about story structure. He found out about ‘incendiary incidents’, which are incidents that jumpstart a plot essentially I tried to look it up to see if that’s an actual term… and all I got was a bunch of fire safety websites. But I’ll take Joe’s word for it and say it’s an actual term. So Grif cutting off Jensen before, crashing the ship deliberately as it turns out due to a message from Locus, and avoiding the ominous woods is to avoid getting into an incident that would jumpstart a plot, and therefore lead them into another adventure. IDK if this is clever fourth wall breaking but… wow. WOW. Even Simmons gets chocked up about how much effort Grif put into doing nothing. It’s counterproductive when you think about it, but still!

Unfortunately for Grif, he IS in a webshow with plot structure and the powers to be aren’t going to let them get out of it that easy. Caboose discovered a glowing lake. And a figure emerges form it. Now the episode summary describes a thought to be deceased team member returning. Oh my Gd, that… that’s crazy! It could anyone! But why?! Tex? Flowers? Shelia? Church? Alpha Church? Yellow Church?! The guy who got killed during one of those 360 videos?! The possibilities are endless! It could be anyone! Who knows what kind of shocking twist it cou.. it’s Donut. Who we all knew was alive. Yeah… well I’ll give them this, it had me hyped for the episode.

So Donut… Jesus Christ. No, seriously, Donut is now Jesus. He walked ont he water for crying out loud! Donut says that he had been taken through time and that they have to go into the past to stop a great danger… and absolutely no one buys it. Now to be fair, Simmons makes a good point later. They already went through a time travel story and it turns out it was just a simulation. So them being skeptical about this happening again, especially since only Caboose saw the body horror last episode and I imagine that he forgot by now, is pretty understandable. But yeah no one buys it and Grif feels relieved about avoiding the story bomb… until Simmons points out that refusing the call is an actual story trope. See Grif? There’s no escaping!

So the Reds and Blues make it to ton and… yeah, it’s been totaled. After talking to Jeremy Dooley… I-I mean a cop… no, I’m 90% sure that was Jeremy. Anyways! After that, Donut tries to convince them of time travel again, and this time has actual proof. He has this new gun which he uses to open a portal to a few days earlier. How did he get this? Well to put it simply, after he got hit by Loco’s machine he got sent back in time and his body got wrecked, but God found him and fixed him. IDK if he means the Christian God or one of these alien Gods, but they’ve picked the Reds and Blues to be his time traveling warriors and has sent back four more guns for them to use to go back in time with. The portals can also only fit two grown humans at once.

Unfortunately, things go downhill quickly. So you guys remember the four armed guy from the trailer? Well the sky goes dark and he appears… oh sorry, typed that wrong. I mean that SHE appears. Yes everyone, we have a legit female villain at last!! I couldn’t get her name, but part of it sounded like Callie… which is my name… UGH… anyways! Yeah, she starts causing chaos and destruction. Donut uses a bubble shield, telling the others to use the portal guns and get away. They comply with everyone pairing off: Cabbose and Lopez, Tucker and Sister, Grif and Doc, and Sarge and Simmons. Donut remains behind, though I assume that he’ll follow them later. Huggins, who has been following the group, chases after Grif and Doc by going through their portal. We follow Sarge and Simmons as they land in… what looks like ancient Egypt. Could be wrong, but we’ll have to wait and find out cause that’s the end of the episode!

Review

Well all of that escalated quickly!

So… gonna talk about Grif first! Cause yes, he’s getting a character arc! I mean I guess it could have ended here since his plan failed, but since Huggins went after him and Doc we could get something on that front. Anyways, so I was right and Grif is actively trying to keep them out of getting into adventures. To the point that he’s putting effort into maintaining laziness… that’s the kind of logic I expect form this show. It wasn’t how I expected it, but I expected it. It’s also good to see that he does still have some hangups from the moon. He seems a lot more… what’s the word? High-strung than normal? He’s also still talking in pretty large bursts compared to normal. I don’t know if that’s just me reading into it too much, but it seems like Joe is trying to show that Grif still has hangups from his self-exile. Which hey, if it means more Grif focus, I am not complaining!

The episode is more about plot than the last one. Last week was the setup, and now the payoff is here. So first, Donut. He was written SO WELL. One of the issues last season was that Donut was pretty much a background prop and they even forgot to put him in scenes. Joe must have realized that this was a problem cause he’s already fixing it BIG TIME. Donut’s had shit happen man! He comes off as slightly mroe serious and competent in a sense that he actually knows the gravity of the situation. But he still feels and acts like Donut, which is good! It shows that he CAN be useful and competent, but without sacrificing his personality. Heck he only spouted out one innuendo and it was just to prove that it was really him. I am digging this new direction!

So turns out that the four armed guy si a terrifying alien goddess of death… I dig it! So someone pointed out that this character is similar to Hela from Thor: Ragnarok. SO it REALLY seems like Joe is basing the villain off Norse mythology… or just the Marvel Cinematic Universe verisons of them. Either way is fine. So I’m not sure if… Kali-Ra I think is her name? Anyways it doesn’t seem like she’s with the same group as Huggins cause I imagine that she would have reacted. I also don’t think that this chick is the main villain since DOnut referred to a ‘devil man’, but still she is terrifying and badass and I LOVE it. We finally got a female main villain guys! Joe is the hero we’ve waited for! Yay! Also Sarge asking he rot marry him, Of course he’d want to marry a violent death goddess… I’ll totes ship this!

Alright, time travel! SO ever since Joe mentioned it in that post a while ago, I’ve… been skeptical. Time travel in pretty much every show tends to be confusing and create tons of plot holes. It even happened in RvB before with Season 3 before Burnie retconned it as a simulation. Didn’t save my head from imploding, but still that’s a fair excuse. Hopefully Joe has a VERY good idea on what he’s doing with this, but I’ve been warming up to the idea since then. It’ll be fun to see the guys in different time periods at least! Form how it looks, Sarge and Simmons may go tomb raiding it it really is Ancient Egypt. I mean Sarge vs mummies, there is no way that cannot be epic!

So the gang is being split up, and the pairs are interesting! Sarge and Simmons sin’t that much of a surprise and tbf it’s been a long time since they had some one-on-one time. Simmons has also grown out of being a kissass quite a bit, so it’ll be interesting to see how that goes. Caboose and Lopez are together… so I’ just going to assume that in every animated RT production, Burnie is just meant to be stuck with/get annoyed with Joel in one way or another. Cause that is the impression I’m getting. Tucker and Sister are together, so I imagine flirting… okay I’m good with that! Hopefully Sister gets some focus to herself that isn’t just Tucker trying to hit on her, but still I’m good with this!

And finally Grif and Doc… that one is gonna be interesting. Grif in particular seems very grudgey against Doc for the betrayal and we just saw Doc save Grif form getting crushed by tackling him into the portal. Which props to Doc for that BTW. Still with that and since they’re 100 on an adventure now, Grif’s not gonna be a happy camper. Also if O’Malley gets active and starts going into Grif’s past issues like in S13, I… imagine that’ll be rough for our favorite orange boy. Also Huggins chased after them, so I assume that they’ll be discovering her soon. Which if she pals up with them…t hat could be really cute tbh! I am all for Grif and Doc shenanigans with a a ball of light! But yeah, this could lead to a LOT of things and I’m very interested in seeing how this plays out.

Final Thoughts

It was great! Admittedly this is a lot mroe bizarre than RvB has been in a while but it’s also RvB where Grif still being alive after getting hit by a tank and having Simmons organs thrown into him improperly isn’t ever questioned. Alien Norse Gods? Ia m all for it! Donut being Jesus? Awesome! More setup for Grf having a character arc? HELL YEAH MAN. It was a well done episode, progressing the plot without wasting any time, gives us a glimpse at how dangerous our villains our, gives us a badass female villain, and sets up everything for the episodes ot come. There’s definitely a feeling of epicness compared to last time, so it looks lie Joe is taking the armature gloves off and giving us one Hell of a story. I am very excited to see where it leads!

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