#tw loki death

[vbecker10]

Loki's Silent Sentry (alt. ending Part 1)

Part 2

This is meant to be read after part 2, instead of the original parts 3 - 7

**Seriously please do not read this without reading the trigger warnings**

TW: fire, life threatening injury, blood, death of a main character (if you message me I will tell you who in case that will change if you read this or not), mourning the loss of a loved one, loss of a family member, having to mourn in secret, depression, feeling alone, brief mentions of previous loss of parents, inability to move on, guilt

(Please let me know if I missed anything and I will add it)

A/N: I wrote the fluffy, happy ending for this story but I got this song (tagged below) stuck in my head and it felt like a really tragic way to end this story. The idea just kept getting more depressing and heartbreaking so I had to write it. I understand this is not for everyone, it's not even something I would usually read.

Please, please do not feel the need to read this because we are mutuals or because you read the happy ending version. I will absolutely not be offended if you skip it.

...Last chance to turn back lol 🫣

You close your eyes as he pulls you tighter to him, you are sure he can feel your heart pounding in your chest. "Are you really here?" you ask in a whisper. You fear he will vanish like one of his illusions the second you let go of him.

"I'm here my love," he reassures you. He kisses the top of your head and you look up at him. "Follow me," he says in a low voice.

You smile and nod, telling him, "You know I will follow you anywhere."

He takes your hand and leads you into the room he came out of. You can see he has been busy with his magic, his abilities have always thrilled and impressed you. The magically altered office is twice as large inside as it should be and is an exact replica of his chambers. You look around in awe and can't help but wonder if this isn't an illusion but one of his transportation spells.

He smiles with pride at your reaction and puts his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him again.

"How did you do all of this?" you ask. "Its amazing... you're amazing," you tell him as you turn in his arms to face him.

"I'm afraid the young corporal spent has a large portion of her time this week dutifully guarding my empty office," he jokes and you laugh with him.

He smiles and kisses you, his hands traveling up and down the back of your thin shirt as he hold you close. "Stay here with me tonight," he says between kisses. He doesn't say it as a prince ordering his sentry but you obey his request without a second thought.

It is almost five months since your new Sunday night routine with Loki began. He would slip through the palace with ease after he dismissed his sentry for the night and you would take a left at the top of the stairs after his mother released you.

While hidden away, surrounded by his illusion, the two of you could pretend everything was perfect. You love him with all of your heart and he loves you back just as fiercely. He would kiss you and hold you and tell you that you were his but the moment the sun came up, everything would change. You always did your best to hold back your emotions as you put your armor on and returned to your silent duties.

It devastated you every time you needed to leave him but you kept your pain to yourself. You were afraid to ruin the small window of time you had with wishes and false hope that things could somehow be different.

You stand silently outside of the queen's office and let the smallest smile slip when you notice Loki coming down the hall. He offers you a brief smirk in return as he comes to a stop in front of you.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N, is my mother in a meeting?" he asks you.

"No, your highness," you respond, shaking your head slightly.

"I would like to speak with her for a moment," he tells you and you nod.

After knocking on the door, you wait for her to open it then step out of Loki's way. As he passes you, he carefully slips a folded piece of paper into your palm and you close it quickly. He goes inside, pausing for barely a moment to lock eyes with you before closing the door behind him.

You return to your position next to her door and tuck away the note for later, Loki's sentry stands at attention on the other side. You glance over at him quickly, you recognize him but can't recall his name. He had only graduated the academy a month ago, he was far too new to be guarding someone of Loki's standing but that was precisely why he had been selected. Loki had taken to choosing soldiers with limited experience and often replaced them every few weeks. He said he did this so they were less likely to notice he was slipping away to visit you but you joked that it was because he would never be able to find a sentry to fill your place.

The door opens fifteen minutes later and both the queen and Loki step out into the hall. She closes the door behind her and says, "Prince Loki is going to visit the blacksmith and I've decided to get some fresh air and go with him."

You and Loki's sentry nod to acknowledge the plan. You both follow mother and son down several hallways and winding staircases until you finally reach the steps leading to the courtyard. As you step out into the sun, you take a deep breath and close your eyes for a quick moment. The palace air could be stale at times and you always welcomed a chance to spend even a few minutes during the week outside.

Its almost a twenty minute walk to the blacksmiths, past the stables and a well used for the horses. The apprentice steps out of the one story wooden structure to pick up a few cords of wood that are stacked neatly out front. He opens the door and yells something to the man inside, presumably that the queen and prince are coming. He opens the door and bows his head as they walk past to enter, you smile at him a bit to hopefully help ease the young boy's nerves.

The blacksmith bows to Loki and the queen as they enter and the boy shuts the door once you are all inside. You can't help but look around, you've never been in here before but Loki had told you about his frequent visits. You can feel the heat from the tall fires of the forge off to your left and the breeze that flows through the open windows at the far end of the building. Large timber rafters line the steeply pitched roof and a small rainbow shines onto the sawdust covered floor, caused by the colored glass in the door.

Your attention is drawn back to Loki, as it always is when he is near. He begins talking to the older man, the apprentice's father you assume due to how similar they look. They discuss the knives Loki had previously ordered, a set of two daggers with black leather handles and gold inlays in the shape of a coiled snake. You try not to smile at how obviously Loki his request is.

Your focus shifts to the apprentice, he can't be older than nine or ten you think. He takes something from his father and brings it to the office space in the back then returns with a wooden box containing different types of metal to select from. The queen joins in the conversation with her son and Loki's sentry leans against the wall near an open window, staring off into the forest beyond.

You keep your eye on the boy, watching him run from one errand to the next for his father. He brings things to him and is waved off to find something else, only to do it again. In between helping gather the materials, he continues to feed the forge. He has added at least four logs since you arrived, surly that was plenty to keep the fire raging, you think but truthfully you know little about blade work and forging swords.

Several more minutes pass, Loki and his mother are deeply engaged in conversation with the blacksmith who has easily convinced Loki to get a second set of knives. His sentry has disappeared into his own little world while you continue to observe everyone quietly as you stand near the door.

You stretch a bit and cover your mouth as a yawn slips free, you should really stop reading until the sun comes up, you scold yourself. Suddenly you stand up straighter and sniff the air again, breathing deeply. You can't quite place the smell but the heat from the forge has gotten stronger. Your eyes immediately find the boy who is frozen with fear as he looks into the fire.

Blue flames erupt from the metal and stone enclosure of the forge.

Without thinking, you move to the young boy and grab him by the arm, pulling him away from the rapidly growing flames. Once his feet start moving, you push him in the direction of the door and look for the queen. As soon as your gaze is away from the forge you hear metal grinding and a loud crack as the chimney buckles under the sudden and immense increase in temperature.

You look back to see the fire spark and spit embers onto the sawdust spread over the floor. Walking backwards from the forge, your eyes move up as the fire spreads to the roof of the structure. Smoke quickly begins to fill the air and your eyes sting as you fight to keep them open. You watch in horror as one of the rafters on the ceiling splinters from the flames and you run towards the queen, you know the building won't be standing much longer.

You keep your arm around her waist until you've guided her safety outside. She takes a few steps away from you and sits heavily on the grass, coughing from the smoke. You look back towards the burning building, the roof already partially collapsed as the trusses are destroyed by the flames.

Smoke billows out of the open door and you quickly turn to count that everyone is out. The queen, the blacksmith, his son, Loki's sentry... but not Loki.

"Loki!" you scream, scanning the field in front of you in the hopes that you somehow missed him. You rush to his sentry who is on his hands and knees coughing and gasping for fresh air. "Where is he!?" you demand.

He shakes his head and doesn't respond, you grab his arm and pull forcefully, making him look up at you. You can see the fearful tears in his eyes but his feelings are not your concern, not while Loki is still missing. "Private, where is the prince?!"

"I don't know," he cries. "I just- I just ran- I don't-" you let go of his arm and turn from him, unable to listen to his excuses.

You look back to the fully engulfed building and without a moments hesitation, you run through the open door.

"Loki!" you call for him, you cough painfully as you inhale the ash and smoke. You crouch and shield your eyes as the glass in one of the windows near you shatters. "Loki!" you scream as loud as your lungs will allow. You move forward, towards where he had been when you last saw him with his mother.

You cough harder as the flames surround you and you get low to crawl under the ever thickening smoke. "Loki!" you scream again, your heart racing as tears stream down your cheeks, making it harder to see.

"Y/N," you hear Loki faintly over the crackling of the fire and get up to run towards his voice.

Your heart pounds in your chest when you see him, trapped under part of a collapsed beam. He struggles to lift the large piece of wood, it's edges blackened by the flames growing closer. You grab the end of the beam nearest to Loki and lift while he pushes, it moves but not enough. Your grip slips and he screams in pain from the sudden movement. Your eyes fix on the blood that slowly starts to gather at the corners of his mouth, adjusting your grip you get ready to try again.

Before you and Loki can make a second attempt, a nearby section of the roof collapses. You instinctively use your own body as protection against the falling debris shielding his face and upper body, you hold back a cry as ash falls onto the exposed skin on the back of your neck.

"Y/N, please get out of here," he tells you, his voice hoarse when you sit up.

You shake your head no and tell him, "I won't leave without. Help me lift this."

Again, he pushes with what little strength he has left and you pull with every bit of strength you can gather. The beam moves enough that you can free him. You grab Loki under his arms and pull, he cries out every inch until he is fully clear of the beam. It devastates you to cause him pain but you have no choice. You wipe your tears on your arm and without letting go of him, you tell him you are sorry but you can't stop. You know if you do, neither of you will make it out.

You lay Loki on the grass behind the burning building, ignoring the sound of a wall giving way and kneel next to him. His fingers are dripping with blood as he reaches for you.

"Y/N," he says softly but you shake your head and avoid his gaze. You are too scared to look at him, you know he wants to tell you goodbye.

"I need to stop the bleeding," you say with as much determination and hope as you can force. You move to check his chest wounds and your heart shatters, your mind spins in shock and disbelief as you rip open the rest of his torn and bloody shirt. "No no no," you mumble to yourself in denial.

You move your hands to his chest in desperation, trying to cover the largest break in his skin but his fingers close softly around your wrist, keeping you from touching his wounds. Looking into his eyes, in a gentle tone he simply says, "Stop." His grip on your wrist loosens but you can't accept that there is nothing you can do for him.

You shake your head no again, "Please Loki..."

He tries his best to smile but the blood in his mouth makes him cough violently. You move so you can gently rest his head on your lap and you run your fingers through his hair damp. He raises his hand again to stroke your cheek and you close your eyes at his touch.

"Y/N," he says just above a whisper and you lean closer to hear him. "I knew you would come for me," he coughs and spits out a bit of blood. "You always followed me..." his voice trails off.

You smile through your tears and tell him, "I will follow you anywhere, I promised you that I would."

He continues to slowly stroke your cheek, wiping away your tears but leaving a light trail of his blood, "I'm sorry my love, but where I go now you cannot follow."

"No, Loki please," you cry, "I love you."

"I will always love you Y/N, more than anything in the nine realms," he says softly as his breath grows still and shallow.

"Stay with me," you plead, taking his hand in yours. "You're all I have left. Please stay with me," you beg him. "I love you. Please don't go, Loki, please."

His fingers slip from yours and you look down at his lifeless body, your chest tightens as you struggle to breath. You feel as if your heart is physically breaking, the pain is unbearable and consuming. "I'm so sorry Loki," you apologize over and over. "I was supposed to protect you, I should have protected you. I'm sorry, please."

"Loki! Loki!" the queen's voice rips through your grief and guilt as the rest of the building collapses, the fire still raging. You look up and see Frigga running towards her son, her eyes full of fear which turns to anguish as they met yours.

Getting up, you walk slowly backwards, your body on autopilot as you distance yourself from mother and son. She let's out an agonizing scream, a sound you will never forget, as she falls to her knees next to her youngest son. She cradles him in her arms and kisses his forehead, whispering to him as she rocks slowly.

You stand motionless a few feet from Loki's body and his mother, your breathing becoming more ragged as your chest tightens. You barely register the dozen or so workers who struggle to keep the fire from spreading across the field or the soldiers running with Thor.

"Mother! Loki!" Thor calls as he sprints around what is left of the building, desperately searching for his family. He gets closer and stops suddenly when he sees his younger brother laying in his mother's arms.

Frigga looks over her shoulder and Thor begins to slowly walk towards her, you can do nothing but watch his expression change as the reality of what he is seeing hits him. As he gets closer, she looks back down at Loki, wiping away some of the blood from his face gently. Thor kneels besides her, his hand on her back and she quietly says, "Loki is gone."

Your knees buckle at her words and you collapse onto the grass. You cover your face with your hands as your body shakes violently from the force of your sobs.

Loki is gone, your thoughts echo the queen's words. Loki is gone and it is your fault, your guilt adds. Loki is gone and you couldn't save him. Loki is gone but he shouldn't be. Loki is gone but you were supposed to give your life for his. Loki is gone.

You stand at attention in the center of the throne room in front of the royal family, the council and every high ranking officer from the royal guard. You keep your eyes straight ahead, focusing on a small detail on the wall beyond Odin as he speaks. You are too afraid to look anywhere else but slowly your focus drifts to the queen and where Loki used to stand.

She holds Thor's arm for support, her gaze fixed to the marble floor beneath her. Your chest aches at the sight of the queen in her black mourning gown and you hate yourself for wishing you could wear one as well.

This morning, every soldier in the royal guard was given a thin black piece of fabric to tie around their arm in memory of the lost prince. For five minutes, you struggled to tie it properly before a fellow sentry finally offered to help you. The members of your unit and palace staff no longer made mocking comments about the favoritism Loki showed for you but they would never understand the depth of your grief.

As a sentry, it was against protocol for you to show any emotion while on duty and that was especially true in your case. As far as the king and council were concerned, you meant nothing to Loki and it was made clear to you yesterday that you were not to mourn for him publicly. A part of you didn't care, what could they do to punish you that was worse then the hell you were currently living in. You didn't have the strength to disobey the king, however, it took every ounce of strength you had to simply get out of bed each morning. So here you stand, surrounded by nearly a hundred people, trying with all your might to keep from falling completely and utterly apart.

Frigga slowly looks up and your breath catches when you see the tears in her eyes. She doesn't seem to see you though, it is almost as if she is looking through you, her mind unfocused on the ceremony taking place.

You force yourself to pay attention to Odin as he continues his speech about what is being called "a tragic accident". The phrase sounds like nails scrapped across metal to you and you brace yourself so as not to shiver every time you hear it.

You were still not sure what exactly caused the fire to burn uncontrollably but it was quickly determined that the boy meant no one harm. He and his father had been cleared by the council of any wrong doing and were granted a small sum to rebuild their forge. You wish the boy well and hope he isn't being plagued by nightmares as you are.

Loki's sentry, however, is to be sentenced this afternoon. The day after the fire, he was brought up on numerous charges and subsequently dishonorably discharged from the royal guard. You had stood as a witness at his hearing, forced to recount every detail of that horrific day.

You hear Odin droning on but your mind can't seem to absorb what he is saying. You continue to watch him though, knowing it's almost time for you to play the part of the noble hero.

He gestures for you to step forward and you follow his command, kneeling when you are just a few steps from him. He walks towards you and says, "Lieutenant Y/L/N, you are being awarded the Medal of Royal Protection for your actions during the tragic accident three days ago. This honor is bestowed upon sentries who have risked their lives to save, and attempt to save, a member of the royal family. Thanks to your bravery, my wife, Asgard's queen was escorted to safety."

He pauses, his eyes finding Frigga before he turns back to the crowd of soldiers and council members gathered around you. "We are all heartbroken over the loss of Prince Loki. My son's life was woefully cut short... far too short," his voice trails off for a moment and you think he may let his emotions show but he clears his throatand continues. "But that does not overshadow your extraordinary act of heroism. You risked your life by going into a burning building and in doing so, you have given us the chance to say goodbye to Prince Loki properly, which is what he deserves."

Your throat feels like it is closing, your eyes sting as you fight desperately to keep the gathering tears from slipping free. Your head pounds as you prepare to receive a medal for saving the queen but not saving Loki.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N," he motions for you to stand. He takes a round golden medal with a red ribbon from a council member and pins it to your dress uniform. "Asgard and I thank you for your continued commitment to protecting and serving the royal family," he says and you feel nauseated by the applause that spreads through the throne room.

This is the song that inspired me, if you listen to the end you will see why. Again... I'm sorry to everyone who reads this that I hurt you but I just needed to get this story out of my head. If you want the happy ending version please read the original part 3 (linked at the top) 💙💙

If you did like this, please like, comment and share! Thanks! 💚💚

@siconetribal @soubi001 @lulubelle814 @newtomofgods

#Spotify #trauma #tw death #trigger warning #death of a loved one #i just needed to get this out #i just needed to write this #i'm sorry #hiddlestoners #loki #tom hiddleston characters #loki laufeyson #twhiddleston #hiddlesarmy #loki x reader #loki odinson #hiddlesverse #loki's silent sentry #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x ofc #loki x original female character #loki of asgard #asgardian #asgard #loki friggason #i warned you #don't come for me #tom hiddleston #this will hurt

[that-guy-in-the-chiton]

“wherever did that beautiful smile of yours go?” “It died…with him.”

#norse mythology #Norse mythology art #mythology #mythology art #narfi #vali #narfi and vali #loki #sons of loki #Tw tragedy #TW death #depression #Death of a child #my art #my artwork

[makerofrunevests]

Loki: *told he needs to painfully though (hopefully) temporarily die for the umpteenth time*

Loki: *2-second anxiety attack followed by immediate readiness to do that*

OB and Hunter B-15, unused to space Vikings: …What is wrong with this man??

#loki #loki spoilers #cw Loki’s death #tw Loki’s death

[zer0expektation]

I love the deliberate choice to not show what happens to the bodies when Ravonna kills them with the box thing - i mean, obviously they weren't gonna show it, they wanna keep their pg-13 rating, and it would probably be expensive to make and never live up to imagination, but - it's always something I love to notice and point out in film.

They do the same thing in Silence of the Lambs; Chilton stops Clarice in a doorway on the way to see Hannibal for the first time and shows her a photo of what he'd done to a nurse, Chilton puts so much emphasis on how gruesome it is and how horrifying it is that Hannibal's heart rate never raised as he did it and Clarice has a look of shock and discomfort as she looks at the photo that you as the audience don't need to see it to know how terrible it is and imagine it in your head.

They do that here by only letting the audience hear the screaming and it's sudden halt and watch the way Ravonna's face goes from pained to cold, the way that Brad looks scared the whole time but can't stop looking, the excitement on Miss Minutes' face and the way her eyes keep widening, the tragedy and panic B-15 has.

I love film man.

#loki #sotl #loki season 2 spoilers #loki season two #loki spoilers #loki show #ravonna renslayer #miss minutes #brad wolfe #b 15 #tw character death

[forafcrtnight]

"SUPPOSE THAT I'M SURPRISED THAT YOU MANAGED TO STAY OUT OF TROUBLE FOR THIS LONG," seriously, he had been. it had taken a little small trip out of town for him to end up back in here and yes, something told him that meant that people could not stay away for that long . was that .. the case? he supposed that time would tell but .. well, he had been surprised to come back and find the god of mischief.. in here. of course that he was. right? had he.. died? strange. "and posing as a school teacher? is that what all the villains do these days?" (@bejcwcled)

#stephen ; talks. #stephen ; loki. #tw: death mention

[maple-seed]

Thrown - Chapter 37: The Rainbow Bridge

Summary: Watching you suffer a loss leads Loki to a revelation.

WARNINGS: Please be aware this chapter is heavier than usual. Warnings for pet death (off screen), significant alcohol consumption, non-graphic descriptions of domestic violence.

Word Count: 4,654

Author's Notes: I just hope everyone can forgive me.

Masterlist

The brothers' work for the day came to an end by mid-afternoon. This was a blessing, as the day had started quite early and it had been hectic. The construction of the hall was well underway, and Thor was determined to meet the deadline of Midsummer. This of course meant that arrangements were also being made for a feast and a ball. The morning was a frenzy of inspections and meetings and orders of supplies. They were both grateful to reach a point when nothing else needed to be done immediately. After a quick respite, Thor and Loki set out on their daily walk.

The weather was fair. The air was still brisk, but the remainder of the snow had finally gone and the first hues of green were beginning to make their appearance. The walk was pleasant, a welcome change from the turbulent day, and it was no surprise that their feet led them out from New Asgard onto the tranquil open road.

Your cottage came into view, and as they drew closer they could see you were outside as well. You were in front of your wall, in the shade of the yew tree. You were swinging some type of pick over your head, breaking up the ground. Thor and Loki traded uncertain looks and their conversation dwindled. You didn't seem to notice as they approached, until Thor spoke your name.

You jumped slightly and turned, quickly rubbing your cheek with the back of your hand. "Oh, hey boys." Your voice was quiet, weak. Both of the brothers tensed at the sound and worry laced Thor's voice as he spoke. "Are you alright?" "Yeah, I-" You looked at them for only a moment, but long enough for Loki to see your eyes. You had been crying. You looked away again, into the distance, then down at the ground. "Ash. Um. He didn't wake up this morning." Loki's heart sank as he now noticed a shape resting at the base of the wall, wrapped in a blue plaid blanket. Thor was already stepping toward you. "He went in his sleep. Not a bad way to go, I guess." Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat, you averted your gaze. "Oh, my friend, I am sorry." Thor pulled you into a hug, the pick still hanging limp in your hand, your eyes clenched shut. Every part of Loki wanted to reach for you, but you were already in good hands. When Thor stepped back you released a shaky breath. "Thanks."

There were other digging tools leaning against the wall. Loki lifted a spade and passed it to Thor, who took it without a word. You opened your mouth to speak but Loki stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. "Let us." He said softly. You looked up at him for a moment, then conceded with a nod. Loki picked up a shovel.

The three of you worked with few words spoken. You kept your eyes focused on the task at hand. The sound of earth being broken and moved filled the air. This work was nothing for the brothers, but it wore on you. Loki and Thor occasionally convinced you to take a break, rest. You did so reluctantly and for only a short time before returning to the chore. It was clear you didn't want to sit idle.

The hole was deemed adequate, Thor and Loki stood beside it and waited. You approached Ash and knelt down beside him. "This was his favorite blanket." You explained as you drew the fabric back from his face. You stroked his fur and spoke to him quietly. Loki didn't try to decipher what was said, it wasn't meant for his ears.

He looked down at the dog, his grey face appeared to be in a peaceful sleep. It was a stark contrast to the anguish you were wearing. Your shoulders slumped forward but somehow still your muscles seemed taunt. Loki strained under the effort of giving you this space. He took the moment to consider your morning. You had been alone with this the entire day. The idea crushed him. Why didn't you contact them? Perhaps he should get a phone. No, if you hadn't called for Thor you wouldn't have reached out for him, either. He wished you had.

After a few moments you reached under the blanket and unclipped Ash's collar, placing it in your pocket before you covered him again and stood.

The brothers took it upon themselves to gently lift the wrapped form and place it in the grave. You looked down at your dog lying in the ground and this particular moment seemed to be what finally broke your stoic demeanor. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as you choked on a sob. Your eyes were tightly closed and tears ran freely down your face. Loki put one arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. Thor stood solemnly beside you and gently pat your back. You shuddered under the weight of your grief for a minute or two. Gradually you managed to stem the flow and regain most of your composure. You rubbed your face and sighed, looking straight ahead rather than down.

"Should I say a few words?" Thor asked quietly. You nodded. "Please. I can't." It was little more than a whisper. He pat your back once more then clasped his hands in front of him. "We lay to rest our dear friend Ash. A stalwart companion. We are grateful that his journey from us was peaceful, and more grateful still for the time we had with him. We are better for having known him." Loki felt you tremble and gave your arm a reassuring squeeze. You sighed, standing with your eyes closed for a moment. You said a quiet thank you before picking up a shovel. The brothers followed suit.

The grave was filled and you leaned on the handle of your shovel, staring down at the freshly turned soil. You looked defeated. There was no energy left in your movements. Loki ached, watching the distant look on your face. "Come on, boys." You spoke as you turned away, toward your front porch. "I owe you dinner. Or at least a drink."

The gods followed as you led them inside. It was almost disorienting, moving from the desolate scene outside to your warm, welcoming home. The rooms were bright, a pot was simmering on the stove, and the smell of food embraced the guests. It was at odds with the occasion, Loki thought, as he watched you place the collar on your mantel. You moved to the kitchen, glancing at the empty cushion on the floor against the wall, and washed your hands. Loki and Thor did the same, then began setting the table.

"Tomorrow morning will be the worst part." You spoke somberly as you stirred the pot on the stove and cut the flame off. "You have a particular routine and then suddenly...." You trailed off Thor and Loki exchanged looks, both at a loss for words. You stretched, reaching up into a cabinet. "It's never seemed fair, how short their lives are compared to ours. Well, compared to humans' lives, I mean." You corrected as you pulled out a bottle of clear liquid he hadn't seen before. You laughed a little, then. "I guess humans are kinda like dogs to Asgardians." You mouth tilted in a wry smile as you looked over your shoulder at the brothers. "Will you wrap me in a blanket and bury me in your yard?" Loki couldn't breathe. His throat closed. He understood that you needed to joke about it, but he couldn't participate. The thought of your grave stopped his heart. He froze, stricken by they idea. He managed to keep the terror from his eyes but could do little else. Luckily Thor was there to do what needed to be done. "Certainly. You must let us know which blanket is your favorite." You barked a laugh as you poured the clear drink into a cup, mixing it with fruit juice before taking a sip.

You placed the bottle on the table and began filling bowls with stew. Loki pushed the thoughts of your mortality away and eventually recovered his ability to speak. He sat down and poured himself some of the drink you'd had. It was much stronger than the previous Midgardian spirits he'd sampled, but still wouldn't do much for him or Thor.

"We have this story," you spoke casually as you placed bowls back on the table but Loki heard a thread of nervousness in your voice, "about pets who pass on. They say they cross a rainbow bridge and wait for their owners. It-it's based in Norse mythology." You were worrying the edge of a dish towel. "There was a rainbow bridge on Asgard, wasn't there?" "There was." Thor answered as he took a seat. "I guess it was destroyed?" "In Ragnarok, yes." He said soberly You clenched your jaw and nodded. "It's-it's just a story." You waved dismissively and tried to laugh. "I mean, you guys probably would have mentioned a bunch of pet souls running around, right?" You attempted another laugh as you sat down, avoiding Thor's sympathetic look. There was a brief pause of unsettled quiet. "I can't speak to where Ash is now." Loki met your eyes. "But I know with absolute certainty is that he would never go anywhere that you couldn't follow." Your jaw clenched again, you looked away and then back to him with a watery smile. "Thank you."

Thor and Loki both understood their purpose here without the need to discuss it. With everyone in their seats and food before them, they fell immediately into storytelling. As the meal carried on and the drink flowed a few songs were sung as well. The mood brightened, the air filled with laughs and gasps and cries of disbelief. Given the circumstance, Loki allowed for certain stories that he would normally prohibit. Thor picked up on this, and took full advantage.

"So finally the elk has gone, the court is in absolute chaos," Thor's voice was brimming with glee, "Father is standing on the dais, looking down on us, absolutely furious." He grinned ear-to-ear. "And Loki--just a boy, mind you--Loki looks up at Odin, the Allfather, he looks up at him and says 'Father, I know you have questions. We have the antlers.'" He broke into hysterical laughter and you were right behind him, clutching your sides. Loki chuckled and shook his head. "I can't believe." You gasped, reaching for your glass. "I swear it, every word." Thor said, still chuckling. "I would say there were a few exaggerations." Loki amended. "Every. Word." Thor affirmed.

You sighed, recovering from your mirth, and refilled your cup. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of your stories." "You are in luck. We have over a thousand years' worth." Thor smiled. You returned the smile. "I am blessed." "What of one of your stories?" Loki smirked, leaning back in his chair. "For instance, can you tell us how it was you got your scar?" "This one?" You placed your arm on the table with a slight smile. You started to speak but halted as your eyes fixed on the mark. You glanced at the empty cushion against the wall, then gazed at your arm again. Your smile faded as you ran a finger down the rough line on your skin. "I... used to live with a man. He was... not kind." The table fell silent. Loki and Thor exchanged a serious look, suddenly alert in their seats.

They were both aware they were hearing the truth.

"The thing about abusers," you met Loki's eyes for just a moment before looking back to your arm on the table, "is that they don't just hurt you. They convince you that you deserve it. It's your fault. They get in your head. You believe it." The brothers wore grim expressions. Loki felt a fury build in the pit of his stomach. He had known something like this was possible, of course. He had hoped for some time now that the scar was from some unfortunate accident. Someone hurting you intentionally was unfathomable. To find out someone did so repeatedly was beyond understanding. To know you had thought you deserved it left him in despair. He watched you speak while fighting every impulse to take you into his arms, or alternatively to dash out the door and track down this man.

"One night, he had a broken bottle." You spoke gravely and pointed now to the scar. "This was meant to be my face." You held up your arm to demonstrate, as if blocking your head. Loki felt he could see it, you desperately trying to defend yourself, this man's furious swing arching through the air, meeting your forearm. His stomach turned. You looked down at the scar with a hint of disgust. "I didn't leave after this, if you can believe it. Stupid." The brothers moved in unison to object but you waved them down. The story wasn't finished.

"One day he comes home with a puppy. His friend's dog had a litter. He had the idea he'd train him up to be this tough guard dog or something. He lost interest pretty quickly, I knew he would, but that was fine. Because Ash was mine." Your face melted into a nostalgic smile, your eyes soft as you looked to your friends. "Oh, you should have seen him. Just a little ball of black fluff. Feet too big for him to manage. He was adorable." You grew somber again. "There was a bad night. I don't remember what he was angry about, but I ended up on the floor and he was coming toward me. Ash came and stood between us with his hackles up. He was maybe six months old, just this gangly thing, but he stood between me and this... monster." Your eyes grew distant as the memory replayed. "He kicked Ash in the face then stormed out. It knocked Ash down, he cried. And it was this... this revelation. I knew that Ash didn't deserve it." You looked up at the brothers, your eyes brimming with tears. "And Ash thought that I didn't deserve it either." Your voice cracked during that last line and you took a moment to recover. "We didn't deserve it. The next day I packed a bag and we left while he was at work. I didn't have many people left to turn to at that point, but I had a couple friends that let us stay for a few days." Your face drew taunt. "He was looking for me, though. We had to get further away. I called my aunt in Oslo. She brought us over, sent us here to Gerdy. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Ash." You sighed and wiped away a stray tear. "I might not be alive if it weren't for Ash."

Silence reigned in the kitchen for some time. Loki reverently lifted his glass. "To Ash, a savior and a guardian. May we all have his strength and compassion." Thor raised his glass as well. "We owe him a debt beyond measure." Your lip trembled slightly as you lifted yours. "We'll miss him." The glasses clinked and everyone drank to his spirit. "Okay, boys." You set your cup down and reached again for the bottle. "Teach me another song."

They were more than happy to comply.

The laughter returned to the table and the night rolled on. The entertainment, and perhaps the drink, seemed to cast away most of your concerns. You were jovial and carefree, which was comforting to see. Your expression changed immediately when Thor checked the time and frowned.

"You have to go?" There was the slightest tint of nervousness in your voice. "Yes, I must regrettably take my leave. Early morning work." He looked truly remorseful as he stood. "Oh, that's alright." Your tone was light, but Loki saw the tension in your jaw. "I think I'll stay for a few drinks more." Loki interjected. "If I'm welcome, that is." You smiled and he watched the relief fall across your frame. "Of course you're welcome." Thor patted his brother on the shoulder and gave him an understanding nod.

You walked Thor to the door, where he gave you a tight, lingering hug and spoke his condolences again. You returned to your seat at the table and fixed Loki with a mock glare. "Any ulterior motives?" "Darling, we have already established that this practice was your idea to begin with." He replied with a smirk. "I don't care to participate in his early morning." "Is that all I am to you? An alibi?" "If it helps, you are my favorite alibi." You laughed. "It does, a bit."

The two of you carried on much as before, though the energy had shifted a little. There was a touch of desperation when you poured yourself a drink. There was an undercurrent of anxiety in your stories and your laugh. As the time passed Loki began to notice a change. Your words became slurred, your movements clumsy, your eyes glazed. He scolded himself, he should have been paying closer attention. He had been too focused on your mirth and distraction. He should have realized you were losing yourself.

You reached for the bottle of spirits and Loki slid it away from your grasp. "Hey!" You leveled a wobbling glare in his direction. "I believe you've had enough revelry for the night." "You aren't the boss of me." You muttered, standing to reach for the bottle again. The bottle vanished. You frowned at him. "That's cheating." He offered a casual shrug. "Cheating is in my nature. God of Mischief." "God of bitch-chief." You grumbled. He wore an amused smirk. "Your retorts suffer when you drink." "Your retorts suffer when I drink."

His amusement was replaced by the sting of guilt as he watched you stumble back into your chair. He shouldn't have let you reach this state. He took your glass and crossed the room to fill it with water. When he turned back to you your head was resting on the table.

He set the water down beside you. "You should drink this." "Sing that one again." Your voice was muffled in your arm. "The one with the trees and the waterfalls." He pulled his chair next to you and took a seat, speaking gently. "We've finished the songs for the night." You shook your head. "No. Let's keep going. I don't want to sleep." You whimpered, eyes shut. "If I go to sleep I'll have to wake up." He placed a hand on your back and leaned close. "Darling, the morning will come regardless." You looked up at him with such a mournful expression that if he'd had the power to do so he would have stopped the dawn. "Please drink this." He pushed the glass closer. "For my sake." You pushed yourself up from the table. "Fine, but you owe me." A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. "Any favor you wish."

You finished the glass of water and Loki convinced you to stand. He grew more concerned with your condition when he saw the trouble you had doing so. He practically held you up as you walked to your bedroom. He couldn't put you to bed in these clothes, without question, but he struggled with what he could do. You assured him you could manage it, so he helped you gather up something to change into and helped you to the bathroom. He gave you the benefit of the doubt--and he had many doubts--and closed the door.

He took the time to turn down your blankets. There was another dog-sized cushion against the wall in this room also. He returned to thoughts of how utterly miserable your morning must have been. He wished he had been here. The thought of you bearing that loss alone ate away at him. He should have been here. There was no way for him to have known, but he wished he had. You shouldn't have been here by yourself.

A few minutes had passed and he realized that you had fallen silent on the other side of the door. All sounds of running water and shuffling around had stopped. He knocked on the door and called your name, when you didn't respond he opened it slowly, peering in. Surprisingly, you had managed to change. You were now lying on the floor, curled up on the rug in front of the bathtub, eyes closed.

Once he saw you were decent he stepped in and knelt down beside you. "Come now, little bird, you need to go to bed." "Here's fine." You mumbled sleepily. "It is decidedly not." Your response was an unintelligible mumbling and you settled yourself in on the rug.

He waited a moment, deliberating, then gently scooped you up into his arms and stood. You sighed and tucked your head against his shoulder. He walked you back into the bedroom and stood beside your bed. He didn't want to set you down. It felt right, holding you, and so he held you a little closer. You were unlikely to remember this in the morning. He considered just standing here, cradling your body against him. You wouldn't know. No, he shook the thought away. He shouldn't take such liberties. Reluctantly he placed you on the mattress and pulled the covers up over you.

You stirred and whimpered, your eyes barely fluttering open. "I don't want to be alone." "You're not alone." He knelt beside your bed, gently rubbing your shoulder. "I'm right here." "No. No." You whined. "Gerdy's gone. Ash is gone." A tear rolled down your cheek as you stilled. "I don't want to be alone." "I'm right here." He repeated quietly.

You didn't respond, likely pulled away to sleep. He remained there, kneeling beside you, and cupped his hand to your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing the tear away. The pain had finally left your face, it was a relief to see you tranquil again. He took a moment to appreciate the sight. He glanced down at the scar on your arm and his jaw tightened. Anger flared in his chest. He quickly tamped it down and replaced it instead with determination. The hurt you had been put through, he would do everything in his power to keep you from that again. He never wanted to see you as he had seen you today. Broken and defeated, wounded, aching. He would see to it that the rest of your days gave you the peace you deserved.

With that thought, a lie suddenly came to his attention. One of his greatest, and one he had been telling himself. He watched your sleeping form as the truth rang out clear. This was no passing infatuation. He was devoted. A part of him was terrified by that realization, but a greater part felt freed. You were precious to him in a way that he couldn't fully voice, but he no longer needed to. It was the sort of thing that defied definition, thus removing the necessity of explaining it. He could care for you in whatever way you needed, without any conflict or confusion, because that is what people did when they were in this position. His thumb caressed your cheek again as he settled into this newfound resolve.

You would be loved. Little else mattered.

He stood and looked down at you, and felt his priorities fall into place.

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You were pretty sure you weren't dead. Dead people's heads don't feel like this, probably. It was currently the only evidence supporting the claim, but it was strong enough that you attempted to open your eyes. You succeeded, confirming that your state was at least something approaching consciousness. After a short struggle you slid one leg out from under the covers and over the side of the bed, followed by the other. With great effort, you managed to crane yourself up into a sitting position. Victory. The surge of throbbing in your head declared it a draw instead. You groaned and leaned forward to place your head in your hands.

With little notice, you remembered. You remembered why you felt this way. A sob rose in your chest but you fought it back down. You couldn't cry right now. You needed to hydrate first. You took a minute to take in the world. The light coming through the window told you it was late. Breidr and Goat were probably starving. Then you realized you were in your pajamas, in bed, with no recollection of getting there. You squinted, trying to determine where your memory stopped. Thor went home, Loki stayed, things got fuzzier after that. You really did a number on yourself. You hoped you didn't do anything ridiculous before he left.

A glass of water and two little white pills were waiting on your nightstand. You silently thanked drunk-you for having the presence of mind. You took the pills and downed them along with the entire glass. You sat for another minute, finding your resolve and trying hard to not think about anything at all, then finally pushed yourself to your feet and left your room.

You stopped immediately outside your door. All the furniture had been moved. Ash's bed was gone, the kitchen table was shifted closer to the wall, everything was in a new arrangement.

Loki stood from where he was reading in the armchair. "Good morning. How are you feeling?" You couldn't muster much of a response. He approached, looking a little nervous, likely due to your dumbfounded expression. "Is this alright? I thought... perhaps it would be easier. It might simply feel like something had changed rather than something was missing." He did this for you. You closed your eyes to fight back a wave of tears. You managed to nod in response.

He took the empty glass from your hand and led you to the kitchen table, gently pushing you down into a seat. "The livestock have been fed." He refilled the cup and placed it in front of you. "Can I get you something to eat?" He took a moment to look you over, appraising your state. "Perhaps you would like to start with toast?" It took you a second to catch up with current events. "Ye-yeah, toast would be fine." He gave you a gentle smile before turning to the task.

You propped your head in one hand while you came to terms. Had he stayed with you all night? You looked up and watched him. There was a god in your kitchen. He was doing your chores and treating your hangover. You wondered what you had done to be worthy of such a thing.

"Are you alright?" He looked at you with concern. "Given the circumstances, I mean." You nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah." You took a sip of water to ground yourself, then looked up at him again. "You don't have to do all this." He shook his head. "I'm afraid I'm honor bound. I have a promise to keep." You thought hard, willing some memory from last night to surface. You gave up. "Did you promise me something?"

"Not you, no." He said it casually as he plated the toast. "I once promised Ash that I would look after you, while he rested." A sudden wave of tears stung your eyes. Your voice was lost as you watched him cross the room to you. He set the plate in front of you and offered another gentle smile. "And I am a god of my word."

He wasn't, you knew. But it still felt true when he said it.

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[mimisempai]

Your mother and your loved ones would die if you don't delete that Mobius holding mjolnir shit. I am going to personally kill you. Mobius is a nobody

Hello dear anon, I thank you for your friendly advice and will delete this horrible post as soon as possible.

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As if I'd do that. First of all, so that everyone can see what you're talking about, here's the famous edit that you find horrendous.

I'm usually polite in my replies but I'm between my sixth and seventh night shift so forgive me if I'm a bit rude sometimes. I'll do my best.

Let's skip the death threats on my mother, my loved ones, on me. We all know it's a load of hot air. It's like Mc Cain's fries: it's those who talk the most who eat the least.

Let's get to the heart of the matter:

MOBIUS IS A NOBODY

Warning: any Mobius hater who feels obliged to react to this post will be blocked. "Blocked" yes, because dear anon, that's what you should have done. All you'd have had to do was block the tags, "MObius" "Mobius m mobius" etc… and we'd both be having a peaceful breakfast (on my part) enjoying more of what we love. Unfortunately for you, your message arrived before my first coffee.

Mobius is a nobody. Let me tell you, I'd like to meet this kind of nobody more often. Someone who sees beyond what the world sees in you. Someone who really questions your motives. Someone who sees what you're capable of and gives you the chance to do it. Someone with compassion.

But also someone who's not perfect, who's not afraid to question his own mistakes.

Because for me, that's what season 1 of Loki is all about. Mobius, who gives Loki his trust and, in so doing, enables him to find his true purpose. Loki returning that trust to Mobius and confronting him with the truth, allowing him to find his true purpose as well. They're not perfect. They're not flawless. And I'm fine with that. So I can recognize myself in them. They're both worthy of Mjolnir for that. I could add that you aren't, but that would contradict everything I've just said. So I address to you the words of Mobius, "You could be whoever you want to be, even someone good." Someone good doesn't pour out its hatred in anonymous messages. Someone good focuses on what he loves, what makes him happy, not on what fills him with hate. I'm sure you've got it in you. Look for it (and block me if it helps). In any case, thank you for once again allowing me to express my love for Mobius and Loki and their dynamic. I wish you a nice day (don't let MObius and Mjolnir spoil it) as for me, I'm going to write the fluffy fanfic I left hanging to answer you (I really need it).

PS: those who suggest I disable the Anon function, I won't do it because basically it's for shy people or those who don't dare and I want to give them the space to still express themselves here. I can bear the two or three who misuse it.

At last, much love to you all! Enjoy your Sunday!

#anon ask #tw death threats #mobius #mobius m mobius #lokius #I'll never bow to hatred #loki #loki series

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"It's you!" Smite!Sigyn angst

I couldn't help but think about her when this trend started! It's her..its so her 💔😭

#norse mythology #smite #smite game #hirez smite #smite sigyn #sigyn #angst #narfi and vali #narfi lokisson #vali lokison #loki's kids #tw: death #tw: child death

[fangirls-other-art]

I finally remembered to post this lmao

Uhhh, I have it titled as ‘Into the Vineverse’ on my editing app, so that’s what I’m gonna go with lol

(None of these clips belong to me)

Also @fizzypopsoda-comics & @tomasitaoficial there’s a little surprise for you two at the end of the video lol :3

#genderbend #humanized au #vines #cuphead au #luci morningstar #queen dice #everette morningstar #black hat villainous #grim adventures of billy and mandy #puss in boots death #loki laufeyson #my loki design #anthony j crowley #lucifer dice #impy #i probably forgot some tags but all well lol #tw swearing

[letsbealone-together]

I lost my grandfather yesterday. But today the start of Loki season 2 and this amazing footage of Rhys Darby as a merman for ofmd is the best distraction ever.

#tw death #loki season 2 #loki #rhys darby #mereman stede #ofmd #our flag means death

[simpinggforeverything]

A soul for a soul

Loki x reader Summary: Two lovers, destined for each other, are required to make the hardest decision of their life in order to save the world - but most importantly to save their better half.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

Words: 1.5k

Coolness kissed my skin as I wandered further and further into the unknown planet I found myself in. It made me shiver slightly but I couldn’t focus on anything else than the possible danger lurking in the shadows. The dangerously steady wind whispered my name as I kept track of my surroundings. The whisper was quiet enough, it could have been created by my imagination, which made the queasy feeling inside me rise even more.

Fear started cleaving its way throughout my body as I tried desperately to avoid thinking of all the possible ways this could end. The truth was, I was terrified. Terrified of failing. Terrified of losing the person dearest to me - Loki. Stricken with fear I let my gaze wander to said person, the only one I was devoting myself to and spending this frightful moment with. I secretly wished for him and me to be able flee from this eerie place, but I knew it wasn’t possible. Not if we wanted to help rescuing the universe.

“Hey” a soft voice reached my ear, followed by a gentle touch on my arm. Trying to shut out my surroundings I concentrated on Loki, hoping it would ease my malaise. “We will be alright, y/n. All of us will. If not us, who else could rival the enemy? Even if we are unaware of who that will be yet” His short speech elicited a small smile from me, which visibly pleased him. Gently reaching out for me, he placed his hand inside of mine and we continued our march.

Once we arrived at what seemed to be a small temple followed by a cliff, a misty atmosphere surrounded us. “Loki Laufeyson and Y/n Y/l/n!” Spinning around to catch sight of who the voice belonged to, I caught a glimpse of a person hidden by a black coat. After only one look I knew that someone wasn’t human. A crimson colour shimmering under the cowl made a goosebump appear on my already cool skin.

“Who are you and how do you know our names?” Loki rose to speak firmly, seemingly aware of my sudden distraught. But the man in the coat seemed blasé by Loki’s questions and spoke once more “Don’t waste your time on such questions, when the real reason for your appearance is something completely different. And of bigger importance” Confused and slightly concerned I turned to Loki, whose eyes already found mine.

“In order to take the stone, you must lose that what you love. An everlasting exchange: A soul for a soul!” All while talking, the mystery man’s eyes wandered from Loki and me to the end of the cliff. My stomach dropped. Not only for him knowing why we were here in the first place, but also because of his last words. As I was trying to comprehend their meaning, a bad feeling crept over me. I tried to repress it, but to no avail. Just as my mind finally processed the man’s words, I felt all air leave my lungs. No! Loss was something I knew all too well. It started following me, haunting me even in my dreams, slowly becoming a loyal companion I wished so desperately to get rid of. But now that companion took me by my hand once more, squeezing it tightly with no intention of letting go of it again.

And I knew I wouldn’t be able to survive that this time.

A movement next to me tore me out of my thoughts and my tears weren’t long in coming. Raising my chin slightly, I stared directly into the person’s eyes I thought of as home. It has always been this way and it would always be. Therefore it made this hopeless situation with no positive outcome even harder to endure. The despair I felt threatened to destroy me, slowly but surely. I couldn’t let this happen. I simply couldn’t; not when I had a say in this. And believe me, I would do everything it takes to save the man next to me. He was my safe place, my comfort person, my everything. I loved him. I loved Loki more than anything.

“Darling” Loki uttered softly, trying to suppress the sadness rising inside him. “It will all be okay. I promise you” I desperately needed to believe him, but he knew just as well as I, that I couldn’t. Still, I rose my voice and agreed “I know it will. That’s what heroes do, right? They never fail to save the day” I smiled sadly, watching his lips do just the same. Both of us knew what had to happen, and the reality of it was similar to a stab in the heart.

His gaze never left my face, memorising every part of it, as if it was the last thing he was able to do. Loki’s eyes were still sparkling, although the shimmer slowly died with every second that passed. It would all end here, and we were painfully aware of it. After simply enjoying the last minutes we had with each other, I noticed one of his brows raising slightly as a frown placed itself on his beautiful face.

“I’m starting to think we mean different people, love” “Seems like it” I said, trying to hide my fear as much as possible. Loki noticed anyway and responded with that soothing voice of his “There is no need for you to be afraid, my love. You’ll be okay, no harm will happen to you”

One of his hands placed themselves on my cheek, stroking it gently. Out of instinct I leaned against it, feeling him wiping away the tears that didn’t seem to stop from running any time soon. “That’s not what I’m scared of, Loki. I can’t lose you. I can’t live without you, don’t you understand!” I whimpered quietly. Seeing me in this state broke his heart. He wanted only the best for me but knew nothing good could come out of this. Nevertheless, he tried to remain strong “You will learn to live without me. You don’t deserve this cruel fate, when there is so much left for you in this world. What monster would I be if I would take your future from you?”

“Why won’t you understand that I don’t care about anything but you? I could never keep on waking up every day, if your face isn’t the first thing I see in the morning. You are my life, Loki!” My words seemed to affect him but whatever I could have possibly said, nothing would change his mind. He was determined and it terrified me.

Without saying anything else, he pulled me closely against his chest and kissed me as if it was the only thing giving his life meaning. Both of our faces were tear-stained by now but we couldn’t care less. The only thing that mattered was both of us holding each other closely. This moment belonged to us and no one else. Pulling away slightly he whispered softly against my lips “I love you, y/n!” His eyes stayed on mine, showing me his true emotions “I love you so much and I hope you will be able to forgive me”

Before I could even reply, I felt myself fall to the ground as Loki ran into the opposite direction. No! I couldn’t let this happen! As fast as possible, I moved over to Loki reaching for his hand. Just as I grabbed it, the momentum of his jump over the cliff pulled me with him. His expression quickly turned into a panic-fuelled one after realising I wasn’t where he left me. “Y/n! Don’t you dare let go of my hand!” he cried out, as he was holding onto the edge of the cliff, while clinging onto my hand to prevent me from falling to my death.

I didn’t even need to look down to know how far the ground was truly away from me. I just had eyes for him. “You deserve everything good this life has to offer, Loki. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise” I muttered softly. He shook his head immediately, repeating “No!” over and over again. “It’s okay” I smiled at him, hoping he would believe me “It’s okay”

After looking into his mesmerising eyes one last time, I detached my hand from his. Feeling the wind blow through my hair, I mouthed “I love you” one last time. Hearing him shout my name, while big sobs escaped him, broke my heart. But knowing my sacrifice would allow him and many others to live their well-deserved life, made me peacefully close my eyes for good.

#loki laufesyon x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki angst #oneshot #death mention tw #marvel #no happy ending #romance #love #no comfort

[vbecker10]

Loki's Silent Sentry (alt. ending Part 2 - final)

Part 1

Alt. ending Part 1 is meant to be read after part 2, instead of the original parts 3 - 7

**Seriously please do not read this without reading the trigger warnings**

TW: death of a main character (if you message me I will tell you who in case that will change if you read this or not), mourning the loss of a loved one, loss of a family member, having to mourn in secret, depression, feeling alone, brief mentions of previous loss of parents, inability to move on, guilt

(Please let me know if I missed anything and I will add it)

A/N: I wrote the fluffy, happy ending for this story but I got this song (tagged below) stuck in my head and it felt like a really tragic way to end this story. The idea just kept getting more depressing and heartbreaking so I had to write it. I understand this is not for everyone, it's not even something I would usually read.

Please, please do not feel the need to read this because we are mutuals or because you read the happy ending version. I will absolutely not be offended if you skip it.

...Last chance to turn back lol 🫣

You walk through the common room of the soldier's quarters, your head down as you desperately try to escape to your room. Several people congratulate you on receiving your award this morning and you nod vaguely to each as you pass by.

Slamming closed the door to your room, you rest your back against the wood and close your eyes as you breathe deeply. Your fists clench as your mind replays the king's words of praise. Heroic, brave, loyal, dutiful, all the things a good soldier should be you were but you were still not enough to save the one person on Asgard who mattered to you.

You reach for your chest and your fingers brush against the cold medal Odin pinned to you. Opening your eyes, you rip the medal from your uniform and throw it across your room. You pay no attention to where it lands, you want it as far from you as possible.

You pull the end of the black fabric tied around your arm and let it fall to the floor as you walk to your bed and sit down heavily. You bend down to pry off your heavy boots and when you sit up your eyes catch the painting of your parents that you keep next to your bedside.

Picking up the small frame, your fingers trace their faces slowly. Your father has been gone for nearly ten years, his life given defending the Bifrost from a Jotun attack. Your mother was killed while protecting the queen's father when you were still a child. You hold the picture tightly to your chest. Your mother and father, your grandfathers, three of your aunts, your uncle, your cousins... you slowly list the members of your family who gave their lives in service to the crown and the realm.

You slowly lower the picture to your bed as the thoughts that haunted you before you met Loki returned. You are once again completely alone in this world. No family, no true friends, no one to love and to love you in return. Loki was the only person you were able to connect with in recent years and he knew you were terrified of being alone, of being the last one left. He promised he would always be with you, that he would never leave you alone but you made him break that promise when you failed to save him.

You get up from the bed and walk angrily across the room. You swipe everything off the top of your dresser as you scream. Glass bottles shatter and items slam to the ground around you. You are not a hero, you are not brave, you did not do your duty. You move to your small bookshelf and grab the books by the handful, throwing them to the floor, crying tears of anger and regret and guilt and pain. You should have died protecting Loki, you should have died in his place. He should be alive, your mind screams as you pick up a small metal box you keep on your desk and throw it against a wall.

You stop suddenly as dozens of folded notes spill out of the broken box, walking towards the pile slowly you wipe away your tears with the back of you hand. You sit on the ground next to the pile and pick up one of the pieces of paper which fell out. The one you picked is still neatly folded, not like the others you've opened and refolded after having read them over and over. This is the note Loki passed to you shortly before his death, you have not been able to force yourself to read it. You hold it tightly to your chest and try to hear his voice but all you can hear is your own.

You lost the love of your life and you will be alone forever. Loki is gone and it is your fault.

You stand next to Captain Skye as Commandant Thorn prepares to read the charges for Loki's former sentry. Odin sits on his throne and Thor is seated next to him, the queen is not in attendance this afternoon. Only selected council members are present and a handful of soldiers, all captain or higher except for you.

The private kneels in the center of the room, a guard from the dungeons on either side of him. His hands are bound behind his back and he hangs his head low.

You force yourself not to look at him, to keep your eyes straight ahead and your expression emotionless. Last night you visited him in the dungeon and agreed to speak on his behalf even though you know it will have no effect on the outcome. Your captain informed you that he is going to be made an example of. Regardless of his low rank and lack of experience, his one duty above all else, was to keep Loki safe and he failed to do so.

You feel a pit grow in your stomach as a member of the council motions for you to come forward. Your heart pounds as you take your place next to him, he looks up at you and you can see how lost he is. A part of you wishes you could place the blame solely on him for Loki's death. If he had done his duty, Loki would be alive but you can't. You know in your heart that he had been purposefully selected because of Loki's desire to see you.

You take a breath to steady yourself. "It is my professional opinion as a lieutenant in the royal guard that Private Rok is far too young and inexperienced to have been allowed to guard Prince Loki. There is no doubt or argument that he did not follow his training or his duty but he is only one month out of the academy. There is a reason sentries are meant to spend their first year after training shadowing more senior sentries. It is so they can understand the enormous responsibility that comes with being a sentry. Guarding a royal or council member is more than silently following them around the palace. A sentry must truly be willing to lay their life down for the person they are protecting and unfortunately Private Rok was not willing or ready to do so," you look at Odin as you speak.

Odin sits back in his throne and asks, "Who is responsible for assigning this soldier to Prince Loki so soon after completing his training?"

The room is silent until you realize he is asking you. "Prince Loki requested him," you answer but give no further explanation. The last thing you want to do is make it seem as if you are attempting to say Loki's death was his own fault.

Odin nods and is quiet for a moment, the whole room waits for him to speak again. He motions for you to return to your place next to Captain Skye then he stands. You hold your breath as he sentences the young man to fifty years in the dungeons.

Two days later, you open your eyes to the sound of the morning bells. Loki's funeral is at sunset, you remind yourself as you sit up. You throw off your sheets but you can't find the strength to stand, you've cried it all out. Sitting motionless, you look around your room and sigh as you flex your bandaged hand. You had cleaned everything yesterday and cut yourself more than once on broken pieces of glass. The black tie and medal you "earned" sit next to the painting of your parents, waiting for you to put them back on.

Forcing yourself up, you take a few steps from the bed and go still when someone knocks on your door. You have no idea who it could be, the soldiers you live with have all giving you their condolences for the prince and congratulations on your award. There was no one left who would wish to see you.

You shake your head and decide to ignore whoever it is in the hopes that they will go away, you do not have the mental capacity for small talk today.

After a few moments there is another knock and you suddenly realize how quiet it is. The drone of constant talking and laughing that radiates from the common room is gone. Even at night, there is always chatter as the shifts vary greatly, someone is always awake.

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves and open the door. Your heart stops as you come face to face with the queen. You are so shocked you freeze, forgetting to bow or greet her or even blink it seems.

Her new sentry stands just to the side of her and says, "The queen would like to speak with you, Lieutenant Y/L/N."

Your heart aches at the thought of inviting the queen inside your private space, Loki had never been to your room before. There was never a chance for you to show him the book where you pressed the flowers he gave you or sleep with him on your bed so your sheets smelled like him. He hadn't seen the painting of your parents or your childhood stuffed animal. There were so many things you still wanted to share with him but you would never be able to now.

You shake away your thoughts and step out of the way so she can enter, her sentry remains outside. Closing the door behind her, you keep your eyes down and take a few steps away from her. You are terrified to be near her, afraid she blames you for Loki's death as much as you blame yourself.

"Y/N," she says softly and you look up slowly to meet her eyes.

She looks as distraught as you feel and without thinking, you begin to apologize, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-."

She moves quickly and wraps you in a tight hug, cutting off your words. You break down as soon as you are in her arms, she is the first person who has hugged you since Loki passed. Unable to hold back your tears any longer, you cling to Loki's mother while you shake from the force of your sobs.

When you finally let go of her, you wipe your eyes and apologize again, "I'm sorry your highness, I-"

"Shh," she pulls you back into her arms. "You have done nothing to be sorry for," she says quietly and you nod but you don't believe her. She takes your hand and leads you back to your bed, sitting on the edge she motions for you to join her.

"This was not your fault, Y/N," she tells you as you sit close to her.

"I know but..." you want to believe her.

"I don't blame you and you know Loki doesn't either," she says and you look up at her.

"I just... I need you to know I really tried. I tried so hard but I just... I couldn't get to him fast enough. I couldn't find him. I wanted to, I needed to save him but I couldn't," you try to wipe your eyes but the tears come to quickly. "I know my duty was to protect you and everyone calls me a hero because I did but..." the thought that haunted you at night slips free. "I didn't save your son, how could I be a hero? He died because I failed."

She pulls you into her arms and rubs your back lightly. "The outcome does not make you a hero, your actions do. I have never doubted that you did everything you could to bring my son back to us," she says softly. You nod and she adds, "He would never want you to let this eat away at your beautiful spirit."

You look up at her and rub your face with the back of your hand. "I know how much Loki loved you and how happy you made each other," she says, her eyes full of tears but she smiles. "He told me so many wonderful things about you and his hopes for your future together. You truly were his whole world."

"And he was mine," you tell her, your heart aching at the knowledge that he told his mother he was planning a life with you.

You take her hand, "Loki, told me how lucky he felt to have you as his mother. He said you were always there for him." She smiles as tears roll down her cheeks. "I want you to know how much he and I appreciated all of your help after the ball. I never... I never thanked you for giving me that extra time with him on Sundays. I cherished every second we had together but I wish we had more time. I would give anything for just one more day with him."

"So would I," she agrees.

You sit together in silence for a moment then she says, "There is a reason I wanted to see you this morning." She wipes her eyes and clears her throat before giving you the best smile she can gather in the moment.

She reaches into a pocket on her black gown and takes out a small golden box with a snake etched into the top. "Loki would have wanted you to have this," she offers it to you.

You shake your head no, your heart sinking as you open the box. A thin gold band with diamonds around a large emerald sits on a dark green piece of velvet. You touch the ring slowly, running your fingers over each gem then you close the box quickly as you feel your head spinning.

You look up at her and she is holding a folded piece of parchment paper. She sighs deeply and looks at the paper without unfolding it, running her fingers along the crease, "He figured out how to bypass the marriage law..."

You look from Frigga to the box in your hands and find it hard to breathe as she talks. Your hands shake as you hold the box tighter.

"He was going to propose during the Harvest Festival next month..." she says. "He wanted to do it in front of all of Asgard so no one would ever question how in love you two were."

Your heart shatters at hearing how close you were to being Loki's. One more month and the two of you would have had your happily ever after. You open the box again slowly and take the ring out, you slip it halfway onto your finger and stop. You whisper no and you begin to take it off but Frigga puts her hand over yours.

"You should wear it," she says, "And you should be with his family tonight."

"I can't..." you look down. "I'm supposed to be on guard during the procession," you explain but she shakes her head.

"You will walk with us," she says simply. "It is what Loki would have wanted."

"But the king said I'm not to mourn him in public, it would be..." you worry about his reaction to seeing you at the funeral.

"Leave the king to me," she says in a determined voice. You can't help but smile a little when you remember Loki once telling you that Odin may rule Asgard but Frigga ruled Odin.

"You are not just a soldier. Odin and the council may try to deny it, but you were not just his sentry nor even his friend," she sighs deeply and takes your hand again. "You should have been allowed to be his wife, Y/N. It is what you both wanted and deserved. I'm sorry these idiotic political issues kept you two apart while he was alive but I refuse to let anything stand in the way of you grieving him the way you should."

You can barely believe what you are hearing and you are at a loss for words.

Loki's body is dressed in full armor with his horned crown, his favorite daggers crossed over his chest as he rests in a wooden boat, surrounded by flowers from the garden he shared with his mother. The king and queen walk a few steps behind as the boat slowly floats towards the water. Civilians, council members and soldiers line either side of the long path, heads hung in respect and mourning. You walk next to Thor, your black gown flowing around you gently in the light breeze, your hands folded tightly together so you can feel the ring he wanted to give you. Tears stream steadily down your cheeks but you hold your head high and continue on.

The dark water ahead grows closer and when you see the mist from the falls beyond, your feet refuse to walk any further causing you to stumble. A hand reaches out and catches before you fall.

"I have you," Thor assures you, tears in his eyes as you take his arm for support.

"Thank you Thor," you look away as he fails to hold back the first of many tears. "I'm sorry you lost your brother."

He nods quietly and walks with you a few more paces before he says, "I'm sorry sister. I had not known how much you meant to Loki, I never would have treated so you poorly if I knew the truth. I only ever wanted my little brother to find peace and happiness. It seems as if he had found both with you."

You grip his arm tighter as the boat gently slips into the water, guided forward by Odin's magic. Odin halts a few feet from the edge of the water but Frigga continues to follow the boat until the hem of her dress becomes wet from the soft waves. Thor leaves you so he can stand with his father but you follow the queen. You cannot bear the thought that this is as close to Loki as you will ever be again. You want to follow him out into the water and over the falls to his life after this world.

All of Asgard watches in silence as Loki's body floats across the water in the wooden boat. Odin taps his scepter once on the sandy shore and the sound echos, somewhere behind you a single archer let's loose a flaming arrow and your heart stops. The boat catches instantly and your knees give out as he draws closer to the edge of the great falls.

You hit the ground hard and watch from your knees, tears streaming down your cheeks as the boat vanishes from view. Loki's spirit is set free, hundreds of beautiful green orbs float towards the sky above. You watch until the last light fades into the stars and cover your face with your hands to quiet your pained scream.

A few days after Loki's funeral, you accepted the queen's request to return as her sentry. Over the last month, you have force yourself to rejoin the world around you but inside you feel as if you are still drowning in your grief.

Every second you stand alone in silence outside of the queen's office is spent reliving past conversations with Loki. Each hallway you walk down holds a memory from your time spent following him as his sentry. The winding staircases where he held your hand secretly or stole a kiss when no one was around cause your chest to ache. You can't breath inside the palace, the very air reminds you of him.

Today is Sunday, a day you used to look forward to above all others, a day where you were once able to show Loki your love for him and feel his love for you. The queen opens her door and steps out, there is no need for her to tell you where you are going. You already know the destination.

You follow Loki's mother into the garden and a wave of emotions hit you so hard you find it hard to breathe. Every Sunday since Loki passed, you have taken his place beside her although it pains you both greatly.

You walk next to her slowly as she recounts stories from her son's childhood and teen years. You can hear the heartache in her voice as she corrects herself each time she speaks about Loki as if he still here. The stories vary over time, some are funny while others are seemingly random memories with no true focal point.

You listen to each story but you are simply performing for the queen, you smile and laugh at all the right moments but you have lost your ability to feel joy. Your eyes scan the garden while she talks as if Loki might somehow appear on the path ahead. As if he could be hiding behind every tree or tall hedge even though you know you will never see him again. The garden has become one more place on Asgard where Loki haunts you.

As you leave the garden, you both pause next to a tall, full rose bush with flowers that are marbled green and white. She touches the petals gently and takes your hand.

You stand at the top of the stairs and think about the nightmare that awaits you if you return to your room. Your sleep has been stolen by a single reoccurring dream every night for the last month. Smoke and ash cloud your vision, you feel heat burning your skin as the flames surrounding you grow steadily closer. The roar of the fire drowns out your screams for Loki and you always wake up suddenly to the same sound, the cry Loki's mother let out when she found him in your arms.

"Loki would have loved these," you tell her with another practiced smile.

She conjured them in honor of Loki after she spoke to your on the morning of his funeral. She gives you a hug and tells you that your are dismissed for the night. You nod and turn, leaving her to watch the sunset alone.

My beautiful Y/N,

You had decided tonight would be different, you were not returning to your room. You turn down the long dark hallway to your left, to the office where Loki had created a duplicate of his chambers using his magic.

Lighting a single candle, you take off your armor slowly and sit on the worn out couch. The cushions are flat and the legs are uneven but you are not worried about being comfortable, not tonight. All you want is to be somewhere you used to share with Loki. His office and chambers had both been sealed upon his death but even if they were not, you doubt you could bring itself to go in either.

You close your eyes for a moment to stay yourself then take out the note he gave you just before his death. You take a deep breath and open it for the first time.

I miss you more than I can put into words, I cannot wait until I have you in my arms again. I promised you that I would find a way for you to be mine forever and I think I finally have. We will be together soon and I will never let you go. I love you more than anything in the nine realms.

Love always, Loki

You fold the note carefully and hold it to your chest as you lay down. The tears you have kept locked away all day run down your cheeks. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you catch a glimpse of the ring he would be giving you at the Harvest Festival tomorrow if he were still alive.

You close your eyes and imagine Loki down on one knee in front of all of Asgard professing his love for you. You cry with joy and jump into his waiting arms, telling him you love him as you kiss him over and over.

The images fade and you roll over to face the back of the couch. You sniffle, wiping your eyes again and decide you will soon be with Loki forever. Tomorrow, before the festival, you are going to tell the queen you are leaving Asgard. You have made the decision to be sent to the front line of the ever raging war on Jotunheim.

If the Gods are good, you will meet Loki and your family in Valhalla before long.

This is the song that inspired me, if you listen to the end you will see why. Again... I'm sorry to everyone who reads this that I hurt you but I just needed to get this story out of my head. If you want the happy ending version please read the original part 3 (linked at the top) 💙💙

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@siconetribal @soubi001 @lulubelle814 @newtomofgods @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen

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[lokiravenwood]

It's dusk in late spring. The wind is still cool, but has lost its bite, blowing soft on my face as I walk. Perhaps dusk is not the right word, I don't know when dusk truly begins and ends. It's Blue Hour, when the world looks as if there is a colored filter over it. I'm still walking.

I'm walking towards the forest, towards the towering pines, mighty Oaks, and haunting Birch, with their many eyes watching my every move.

I'm walking and I come across a wall of evergreen cedar hedges. I know them, I planted them years ago, and nurtured them with my own hands.

I'm walking along the hedge wall now, and I come to an opening, a hole, a door, a gate, and entrance. I walk though and enter the Grove.

My grove, the one I made, the one for the old gods in these dark woods.

I walk around, and look at the trees I've filled this grove with. Oak, Ash, and Hawthorne. Cedar and Fir trees. And in the center, surounded by a short wall or stone, a large Birch tree.

This birch tree is special, it's trunk and limbs are large and wide around, it's strong and enduring. And near its base is a face I carved in it years ago. The bark are since healed over, but the face remains like a scar. A face I can turn to, speak to, and address my woes and worries, my success and triumphs. A face that listens without reproach or judgment. A face of an Old God in these dark woods.

The Blue Hour is nearly over, so I reach into the pack I'd brought with me, and I remove the rabbit that has taken comfort in its darkness. I hold it softly, I pet it, scratch it ears, and whisper quite thanks to this dear rabbit.

I remove my knives from its sheath at my hip, and with a practiced hand i draw its blade across the rabbits throat. It's quick, and bleeds out over the base of my dear tree. I cannot say there is no pain, but I can say that it is quick, and no uneeded suffering. I am not cruel.

I thank the rabbit, I thank the old gods, and I set about skinning and dressing the rabbit. I am not wasteful. I will eat the meat, I will turn the bones to a broth, I will add its fur pelt to the quilt that will keep my children warm at night. And I will leave its internal organs out for the other creatures of the forest, for the foxes and crows that make this grove their home.

I am not cruel, I am not wastful, I am greatful, I am thankful.

I dedicate the sacrifice to the old gods in the dark wood. I dedicate my life to them. And I will return to the Grove again in a months time, and I will repet this blue hour.

I walk again, my hands tacky and red, and I walk out of the Grove, through the woods, and out back towards the town. Towards the city and the lights and the people and in the back of my mind I hear a voice, a whisper, a thought, reminding me that the Dark woods will always be there, when it become to much.

I smile.

And I walk.

#loki #pagan #lokean #old gods #forest rituals #tw blood #tw g0re #tw animal death #tw sacrifice #blood sacrifice #animal sacrifice #pagan rituals #old gods and the dark woods #dark woods

[forever5hines]

I had to make the difficult choice to let Loki go today. As some of you know, he had a difficult start. He had a bad fracture and was in bad shape when my sister started fostering him over 2 years ago and the vet thought he wasn't going to make it, but he did. He became my 'foster fail' together with Thor.

Loki has always been a fighter, stubborn and resilient. He could do mischief like no other, staying true to his name. He liked chilling with the foster kittens and running around the apartment without a single brain cell.

He was a happy boy usually. I am relieved I was able to give him two happy years where he was spoiled and loved as well as I could. I am going to miss that little dude so much, but I'm sure he's already causing mischief wherever he is now.

#Loki and thor #tw: death mention

[unityrain24]

love love the idea that loki feels like such a failure and the fact that he isn't dead is even further proof he's a failure. it just cements the feeling into a fact into his brain. he's a failure at everything, even death. he can't do anything right, not even fucking suicide

#could also go the “unwanted” route too; so unwante seven death won't take him #tw suicide #loki #mcu loki #og loki #2011 loki #unityrain.txt #headcanon

[forafcrtnight]

THOR MISSED HIS BROTHER. DID HE KNOW THAT WAS HIS FAULT? yes, he did and yet... yes, he was on the verge of doing something ... impulsive. and yes, seeing as thor had always been ruled by his emotions? perhaps a part of him knew what he was going to do as he moved towards the school that he had heard that his brother worked on. was it a bad idea to approach him there? maybe so, but.. yes, he was going to do it all the same. of course that he was. right? "i've been lying to you," he started, shaking his head a little bit. "we didn't meet on the street by accident. you're my brother. you're my brother and.. it's my fault that you forgot everything, loki." @bejcwcled

#thor ; talks. #thor ; loki. #death mention tw