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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause

One-shot #57 - Christmas cheer edition

Summary: Loki does absolutely everything to please you and your daughter. But is he willing to be holly and jolly?

Pairing: Loki Friggason x female!mom!reader

Warnings: obviously it is a Christmas themed read so if you are not interested in that, this piece is not for you. It also has mentions of children so if that is a sensitive topic, please be warned

A/N: HIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! Long time no see!!!!! I’m very excited to be able to post this as I have not had inspiration to write again in such a long time. This is a favourite fic of mine and it only took 2 nights to write!!! As mentioned, it includes you, but also your daughter! In this fic there is no (your daughters name), the daughter is named Frigga (😇🥺). I just hope you enjoy it, and happy holidays!!!!!

"Love... this is ridiculous." Your husband says, staring down the red garments in his hands, holding it so far away from himself that it looks as though it had personally slapped him or something.

"Darling, you know Frigga asked for it. And did you see the look on her sweet little face when she did? She BEGGED to stay up late enough to catch him in the act Loki dearest. Aren't you happy she's picked up your knack for mischief?" You reply, imitating the look your daughter had in her eyes as she announced her goals for the night.

He groans, shoving his face into the Santa suit you had selected off Amazon.

"Why could we not have asked Thor to do this? He is a big oaf, just like this Santa Clause you mortals love so much. it would perfectly fit his loud and obnoxious tendencies." He offers, waggling his eyebrows to emphasize how much he likes that idea.

You stifle a giggle, putting down the stockings you were about to carefully hang 'by the chimney with care'.

"THAT, my dear husband, is because you would have thrown a fit if she dared to be more excited by her uncle than you." You argue, waggling your eyebrows right back at him, earning a sigh of dramatic despair.

Being a huge holiday fanatic, you were more than thrilled when Loki began very actively joining in on your Christmas festivities over the years, but especially once your daughter had arrived four years ago. She was his little princess, and whatever she liked, he liked.

Which of course, automatically meant that when she begged and begged to see Santa Clause do his job, your loving husband and her devoted father could never say no to such a request.

"You promised your princess a Santa Clause viewing love. Are you really going to let her down, or hand the task off to Thor like its a chore?" You joke, clutching your imaginary pearls at the idea.

He puts the Santa suit off to the side, giving you a devilish smile before tackling you into the bed, erupting you into a fit of giggles again.

"That, my loving wife, is never going to happen and you know it, do you not my little dove?" He growls lightly in your ear, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

You wrestle around, trying to release yourself from the gods hold, failing to do anything more than laugh.

"Alright, alright, I know you wouldn't dare. Please release me." You ask extra sweetly. He ponders for a moment, tilting his head every which way, earning an eyeroll from you. Finally, he gently lets you go, his fingertips coolly travelling down your hips before pulling away.

With a sound of annoyance and a look you only get when he is "forced" to watch any of the reality tv shows he so often pretends to loath, he stands and starts to unbutton his crisp white shirt, immediately starting to change into the soft red suit. You stare up as he puts on the padding to make him appear holly and jolly, your eyes filling with more admiration than ever before.

As Loki uses his magic to fake a head of silver hair and a bushy beard, you clap your hands together with glee.

"Honey she is going to adore this! And she will have no idea that it's her daddy all along." You squeal, already picturing the look of excitement you knew would be all over your daughters face once she thinks she's caught Santa Clause.

He grins just as big, the beard just barely hiding it. "Well, then this ridiculous look must have some real worth." He announces, pulling on the hat and letting out a loud "Ho Ho Ho" you never thought you'd hear from your husbands mouth.

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"Frigga" You hum, just barely shaking your daughter awake. Her hair, a curly jet black replica to her fathers, is wrapped in two braids, hanging above her head like an angelic halo perfectly fitting of her features.

"baby girl." You try gently, brushing stray hairs behind her ear. She lets out a groan of protest, rolling over to her side. You sigh, caving to your own mischievous side and yanking the blankets off of her legs.

"Momma." She whines, looking back over to you with a dark glare.

"I'm sorry I woke you up like this sweetheart but there's something downstairs you just have to see!" You whisper excitedly, stroking her back until her scowl dissipates to a look of curiosity.

The small child carefully sits up, grabbing out to hold your hand as she gets out of the bed.

"Is it christmas morning momma?" She asks sweetly, her eyes lighting up happily.

You chuckle before replying, pulling her up into your arms. "No not yet my girl, but it is still very exciting. Lets go see." You say, kissing her lightly on the forehead as you move out of the room.

"Where's daddy? He can't miss the excitement!" Frigga declares, making you laugh even louder.

"Papa went to uncle Thor's to bring their christmas gifts from us. That way we can all open them together tomorrow afternoon darling." You explain, her lips going to an o shape as she nods in understanding.

Together the two of you walk quietly down the stairs, into the hallway. You carefully stop at the bottom, poking your head around the corner to see a bored looking red covered figure by the fireplace. You give him a look, letting him know to jolly up.

"Now Frigga, you said you wanted to catch Santa delivering this year yes?" You whisper, glancing at her as she nods frantically. "Well in order to see him, we have to be super duper quiet and only watch ok? We don't want Santa to get scared and leave with all of our gifts." You instruct, and she agrees excitedly, putting a chubby finger to her lips.

You place her down on the floor, creeping around the corner just enough to see the tree and sitting on the floor, legs crossed. Gently you pull your daughter down with you, cradling her in your arms.

She watches in awe as the fireplace quickly sheds ash, a chubby figure appearing at the bottom. He crosses the room to where she left a plate of perfectly iced cookies the two of you had made the morning prior, gulping down all of the milk and letting out the ho ho ho you now knew he could.

"I can't believe papa is missing this." She murmurs, more to herself than to you. You stifle a giggle as santa-husband pulls all of the delicately wrapped gifts he had almost ruined before you stepped in out of the Santa bag on his back.

Your daughter is practically bouncing out of your lap, her excitement hardly contained. Your husband turns his head ever so slightly, only in real view to you, and sends a wink your way, making you wonder how you ever got so lucky. He fills every stocking, shovels down all of the cookies and leaves the sweet letter he wrote as santa for frigga on the counter. He snatches up the carrots and celery for the reindeer and lets out another merry christmas and ho ho ho before flying right back up the chimney.

"We gotta go watch him leave mama!!!" she begs as she runs to her coat hook anyway.

You simply smile and nod, bringing her outside again and pointing to the sleigh illusioned onto the roof.

Before she can ask any questions or say anything about the encounter, Santa is on his way to the next house. She instead lays her head lazily on your chest, hugging you tightly to her.

“Momma, do you think other kids will catch Santa?” She asks shyly, a sound of uncertainty in her voice.

“My darling, I think that they will try. But I don’t believe they will succeed as well as we have.” You promise, rocking her back and forth as you habitually did since she was a baby.

She nods, assured by your words and starts to shut her eyes, the late evening too much for her to bear any longer. She lets out a little yawn, and you plant one more long kiss in the middle of her forehead before bringing her inside, laying her down in her bed and saying a quick I love you before sneaking out the door and shutting it halfway behind you.

“So, was this Santa clause as exciting as our princess imagined?” A deep, calming voice asks suddenly from behind you, cause you to jump a little bit. He chuckles, pulling you into his chest from behind and planting a kiss on top of your head. You supposed he was where you got that from, passing it right down to little Frigga.

“She was enchanted my love. You were a hit. And don’t think I didn’t notice Santa wink at mom. Am I correct in assuming he has maybe a little crush?” You tease, turning and starting to pull him in closer by the collar of the Santa suit. He grins wide, holding you by your hips.

“Why yes, Santa thought mom was positively radiant. I must agree with him.” He purrs, finally pulling you all the way in and planting his lips hungrily on yours, earning a smile as you kiss him right back.

You two stand in the dimly lit hall, pressed together for what feels like an eternity, a little sliver of time kept just for you and him.

“This is her best Christmas yet thanks to you love.” You smile, stroking your thumb over Lokis jawline.

“Ah but if it were not for you my dear, we would not have her and I would not have my two brightest sunshines, so really you are the one who gave both of us the best Christmas ever.” He corrects matter of factly, earning a deep blush on your cheeks and an eye roll on top of it.

You quietly pull away, turning him around towards your bedroom door and giving a light push.

“Now you Mr, go and change into something less suitable of St Nick and more fitting for the king of mischief and go give your daughter a kiss good night.” You order, getting an eye roll of your own in return.

He follows orders, changing into the Christmas pyjamas you picked out for him, a pair in emerald green with gold embroidery of his initials. “I’ll be in in a moment my love, I promise.” He says, pecking you on the lips and making his way to her room.

You tiptoe behind, your reindeer slippers making you all the more stealthy, and carefully peek between the door crack, watching your husband admire your daughter before kissing her lightly on the cheek, silently thanking the universe and fate for giving you the most perfect Christmas gift of all.

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Helloooooooooo alll, long time no see 👀👀👀👀

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Barbie movie: what if men were treated like women?

Also Barbie movie: what if women realized this and tried to give men equal rights?

Also also Barbie movie: what if men are just role-playing into the idea of the patriarchy but also feel stifled by it? Everyone deserves equality

Men: The Barbie movie is about hating men🤯

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Barbie ( the movie) reminds me of my childhood but not as in pink and music no it reminds me of the little adorable boys that I grew up with and were friends with that suddenly stopped talking when I walked into the room . It reminds me of the first time I saw my brother look at a girl my own age and talk to her like an object and the first time I had to wear my hoodie so I don't give the boys ideas and barbie reminds me of screaming at my mom as a teenager and how much of a shitty ungrateful kid I am and barbie reminds me of the "nice guys" that feel entitled to me because they pay attention to me and I should pay them back for acknowledging me and barbie reminds me a lot of performing femininity and having to live off masculinity and barbie reminds me a lot of feminism and its relevance and barbie reminds me of the vile things men say and top it up with "that's just locker room talk" and the first time I stopped being person and became "girl".

The fact that Barbie didn't even hate Ken she just didn't love him and what did he do?? DESTROY HER ENTIRE WORLD. The fact that after getting attention ken wanted barbie to be his "long distance low maintainance girlfriend" the fact that Barbie had to apologize for "leading Ken on" when all she did was not flirt with him. The fact that critics are calling it man hating because "the men are only objects" and that's top misandry and the women don't even abuse the men. Or control them. Or r*pe them or dehumanize them they just leave them alone and that's "misandry" and the fact that men feel objectified for not having a main role even though the movie is BARBIE and Ken got an entire redemption arc and the fact that Ken doesn't even get sexualized but if this was James Bond with a hot blond bimbo to pump and dump it'd be fine.

Barbie reminds me of liberal thoughts but conservative lifestyle. It reminds me of why i will never have kids. It reminds me of feminine rage and female existence. Of things I try to overlook but still notice.

It reminds me of how much I love being a woman but my God don't I despise female fate.

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now i’m thinking about how men are like “hmm. i don’t get it” in regards to Barbie and how women spend their whole lives listening to men’s stories and learning how to relate to them abstractly because they’re not made for them. now the roles are reversed and instead of men being willing to find themselves in a story about women and motherhood and daughterhood, they shut down because they’re not forced to empathize the way women are.

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Hello there I don't know if it's awkward to request something like this or not but let me just say it anyway ok so ..... you know like I'd like a reaction serious of Daniel, Rupert and Tom's I mean like how they would have been as a boyfriend in Thier young days ( like in chamber of secrets era 🥺young love✨) and how would they react Thier relationship getting exposed and going dates and media reporters going after them.....am I making this understandable ???

Hey there!!!! this is a great request for any writer who feels themselves capable of doing it, however, I am not that writer. I'm not a fan of writing real people because it feels like a lot more of a personal issue if i get their personalities wrong, if that makes sense. It is a lovely request though; I hope you find the right person to bring it to life :)

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All I can say is that this album presents so much glitz and glam but I think as we listen more and fully digest, it'll grow darker and more layered and more nuanced and that's why it's a classic

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I'll let y'all fanfic readers in on a little secret: if you find a writer who portrays your favs or that specific trope just right and you want to get more of it, the trick is reblogging or even just commenting and/or going wild in the tags, and you'll probably get more

listen, I am but a simple duck, if you feed me I'll just FEAST on those crumbs and you can bet your ass I'll come back to that pond for some additional bread crumb feasting

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it's always "i love you" and never "you know, ernest only has lovely things to say about you"

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i love you people who like one fic then ten minutes later another then another then follow me then you start to reblog I see you and I love u it makes me laugh imagining you being like wait a sec. Wait a sec. This bitch is pretty good actually

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Thing of the past

One shot #56

Summary: Regulus’ wedding brings up old feelings, especially since it’s not to you…

Pairing: Regulus x gender neutral! Reader

Warnings: none unless you count angst lol

A/N: it’s been a while!!!!! I missed this, just haven’t gotten around my laptop as of late, it sucks lol. I’m trying to get back into it I promise, this is mostly just an old edited draft, but I love it so much, and I hope you guys do too!!!!!!

As you slowly rose to your feet, your breath caught in your throat, watching the bride enter the room with all eyes trained on her.

She wasn’t an exceptionally pretty girl, but that was just in your bitter opinion. In reality, you knew she was quite stunning. It wasn’t that you were insecure about yourself, it was more the tired anger bubbling inside you, making you wish you could deny the beauty of the woman gliding past you, enchanting the hall with her smile.

The groom, well you couldn’t bring yourself to look in his general direction either. Your head bowed as though you were saying a prayer for the happy new couple, you nearly toppled over just sitting back down.

The minister stood at the front, ordaining the ceremony with a cheerful tone but your heart was racing so loudly in your throat that you barely registered a look. The people sitting next to you occasionally glanced with narrowed eyes, reminding you just how out of place you really were.

Of course you’d begged Sirius to come with you, be your arm to hold for the day but he would rather be hung upside-down by his robes than set foot back into the House of Black, so you had been forced to take on the burden alone.

you heard a chorusing of ‘I do’s’ over the loud beating of your pulse and turned your attention to the front of the room, trying your best not to seem more anxious than you really were.

Celestina Ellesmere was really a sight for sore eyes, despite your own best efforts to see otherwise. Her dress was perfect for the wedding, completely as extravagant, elegant, traditional and proper as the Black family themselves prided themselves as. Her thick, dark red hair was curled to perfection, just as you envisioned Walburga insisting on, as there was no way possible she was allowed to decide such things on her own. The only thing that seemed out of place was the smile on her face, too bright to belong in a house so darkened with rage.

Had it been any other day than this, perhaps you may have cracked some kind of Weasley related joke, just to watch Walburgas face contort as it did when she was angry, which was most definitely often. Of course that would have earned a grin from Regulus.

And Regulus. Oh Regulus, the reason you had showed. He looked like a far more grown up version of the boy who had let you stumble over his feet at the yule ball without a word, yet chuckled every time he had to catch you by the waist. He was a less innocent version of the quiet boy who gave you a book he had already read without so much as an explanation, and then waited patiently to hear your thoughts while he ran his fingers through your hair.

He looked like a right and proper Black himself, looking just as sullen as the rest. You frowned, watching as his gentle eyes looked cold, dark.

Smoothing your ensemble over with your hands, you reminded yourself you were there to support him, despite the pain it brought. He deserved a familiar face aside from family and you knew he never had many friends.

Truthfully, Celestina seemed like a terrible match for him. She was just as quiet, and even more compliant by the way Walburga seemed to be bossing her around when you had arrived earlier.

You remembered her being from Beauxbatons when the ball had rolled around and she was a nice enough girl. But her cheerfulness and social nature was far from that of Regulus. He kept to himself always.

“You may kiss the bride.” The minister said, drawing you back from your analysis of the poor girl. Everyone seemed to be clapping so you joined in, trying not to watch as their lips finally met.

The ceremony ended as they walked out the back of the foyer and others followed, making their way to the front yard.

“Do you know the bride or the groom darling?” A young french girl asks and you automatically know she’s a friend or relative of Celestina.

“Groom. Reg and I go all the way back to Hogwarts.” You explain dryly, trying not to draw out the topic too much.

“Yes they were very close.” Teases a woman behind you and you grit your teeth, recognizing the sound of Bella’s voice instantly.

She had taunted you and Reg for year after year of your relationship, making visits to Regulus’ family all the more wearing on your nerves.

The young girl nods kindly and walks away to your dismay, leaving you with Bellatrix.

“What are you doing here?” She demands.

“I am supporting a friend.” You hiss back defensively, trying to walk away from her.

“Reggie doesn’t need your support dirty blood!” She growls back and you scoff, pushing her further away from you.

“I am not here to discuss my bloody blood status so if that is all you want to talk about, bugger off. Actually either way, leave me alone.” You tell her, storming off towards the reception.

You stand around the corner for a while once you reach outside, trying to collect your thoughts. Everything seems so messy, so wrong. Its selfish to think Regulus should have been kissing you up there instead but you just know it’s true, despite however wrong it may be.

“Y/n, I told you, I don’t care if my mother doesn’t approve. She’ll get over it, but I will never get over you. You have my word.” He’d promised, kissing your knuckle with the silver band on it. Just moments prior, he slid that ring on your finger as a sort of promise, the kind you only make to your truest love.

“But Reg, you and your parents are so close. I know how much it means to you to impress them...” You argue, a worried frown on your face.

“They are not going to disown me over the person I bloody love. Besides, they need at least one golden child, and that certainly isn’t my dear older brother.” He joked, making you sigh at the implied competition.

Still, you had accepted the excuse with open arms, hugging him tightly with glee when he told you you would always be his person.

The music quietly starting across the yard lulled you slowly to a less tense state, taking deep breaths with your hand wrapped around your necklace chain instinctively.

Regulus still looked dashing as ever as the couple made their grand entrance as a married union, earning loud applause and whistles of encouragement from even the worst of the Black family. Andromeda was the loudest, yelling and whistling with a childlike glee you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Her eyes caught yours as Walburga went to scold her and she immediately b-lined to you, a storm of blue hair running towards you.

“Hello you!! You look absolutely lovely. I can’t believe you came!!!” She says, immediately embracing you in her arms.

“Hi Andromeda, it’s been a while.” You say with a light laugh, trying to keep your smile up for her sake.

“Blimey, I thought you would run for the hills with Severus before you would ever show your face here! Not that I’m not pleased to see you of course, I’m just surprised Reggie was allowed to even invite you. His mother is.... well bloody hell you know how she is, I don’t need to explain it.” She says, taking you swiftly by the arm, dragging you towards the refreshments.

“Perhaps Walburga had a change of heart? Either way, I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here to congratulate my FRIEND Regulus. That’s it.” You say, more to assure yourself than her.

Andromeda fills a glass from the glittering crystal fountain and takes a quick sip.

“Well you look rather eye-catching doing so... a little too much for an exes wedding if you ask me.” She teases and you sigh.

“Is it so wrong for me to prefer to look my best in front of him? We haven’t spoken much since Graduation or since our... run in in Diagon Alley. I was shocked to even get an invitation, let alone a personal note with it.” You explain and her eyes widen at the new information you didn’t realize you’d given her.

It was true, you hadn’t seen him since about a year ago on a trip to Diagon Alley with your niece. You were taking her to get her first group of supplies for Hogwarts and there he was, looking closely into the window of a very recognizable storefront.

You held up a robe for Halle, raising a brow to ask if she liked it, to which she shook her head and stuck out her tongue in disgust.

“Halle you have to have plain robes for school. I know you don’t love them and they’re a little boring, but they’ll get better once you get sorted.” You promise her, giggling as she dramatically sighs, throwing her hands up in dismay.

“If you cooperate with the rest of the rules for school things, I will let you pick out the most amazing pet you can think of to join you there.” You offer, earning a large grin with an excited nod.

Just as you finish getting her items rung up with your brothers money in hand, you notice a shaggy head of raven hair loitering across the way. Your face grows a grin and you take Halle’s bag, taking her hand and leading her towards the familiar face with you.

“Aunt/uncle y/n, can I pleaseeee go look at the new brooms? There’s Annie’s family right there, she’s a friend! I’ll be good I promise!” She begs, pouting her lip at you. Annie’s mother looks up at the sound of her daughters name and gives you a smile, nodding in agreement to the idea.

“Yes I suppose. But behave please! When you’re done we’ll go get your wand, alright?” You promise, but she’s already with the group before you’re finished.

You turn back around, finding a familiar face staring back at you.

“So you’re a parent now?” Regulus says with a smile, making you practically swoon at the sight.

“No no, Halle is my brothers. I actually thought you had met but I suppose I was mistaken.” You reply, smiling back shyly.

“We have actually. I was only kidding.” He explains, smiling wider at your flustered nature.

“Right, right. How could I forget.” You giggle, a pained smile taking over as your face blushes. “So what brings you to Diagon? I mean last I checked you didn’t have any little ones of your own running around but it has been a while.” You joke, making him shake his head with a small but suddenly awkward chuckle.

“No um... I’m actually here to pick up... pick up a ring.” He explains, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows.

“Oh! I should have known, I mean you are standing outside the jewelry store.” You respond, trying to lighten the mood and hold back a frown.

He nods, his face having since lost the smile you loved. You bite your lip, a nervous habit adopted in times of need such as this one.

“Reg?” You say after a moment when he turns to go back towards the store.

“Hm?” He responds, his eyes once again meeting yours and filling you with an equal mix of dread and glee at his quick, almost excited reaction to the nickname.

“What’s her name?” You ask, swallowing thickly as the question escapes your lips.

He looks surprised at the question, turning his full attention back to you.

Regulus takes a deep breath before giving you an answer.

“Celestina Ellesmere.” He responds, without so much as a lick of joy or love in the answer. You nod with a sad smile, not bothering with a goodbye as you turn around to find your niece, letting a few tears fall down your face as you silently hope for him to stop you, which never comes.

“We ran into each other when I was bringing my niece to the shops, that’s all.” You explain, giving her warning eyes to tell her there’s nothing more. You felt bad for lying but knew it was best it stay your own little secret.

“And what about this special invitation? You have to explain that as well!” She demands.

“It wasn’t special, it was personal, that’s all.” You try to dismiss but she’s not having it and you know it.

“Fine! Come here.” You sigh, pulling her with you to a quiet and empty corner. She eagerly follows, wanting more.

“When I got the invite I was shocked enough. I went to throw it out, rip it up, whatever I was going to do with it.” You start, taking a glass of whatever drink from a nearby tray and downing it quickly.

“Well when I ever so harshly put it back in the envelope, I found a note from Reg himself that said ‘It was good running into you, I really wish things could be different for us. Perhaps in another life, things would work like we wanted. Hope to see you, R.A.B.’ It was odd and kind of scary. We hadn’t properly spoken since graduation, as I already mentioned. And now I am here.” You say in a low voice, trying to keep your cool. Andromeda fails to keep her own, gasping at full volume.

“You have got to tell him! I can tell you still love him too, he must know!” She insists, practically jumping up and down with excitement.

“No! Bloody hell, he’s married now Andromeda. It wouldn’t do anything but ruin his happy life.” You say with a sullen tone.

“But-” She starts and you shake your head.

“But nothing! I’m not going to ruin his life, his future for my own selfish needs. Despite my own feelings, professing my undying love to the man who just professed his own to another woman would do no good. I can’t do that to him or myself no matter how much I know that will hurt when I’m old and wondering all the what ifs, but I love him far too much to ever drag him through that hurt alongside me.” You cry, tears making their way down your face. Andromeda reaches over and pulls you into a tight, warm hug.

“I’m sorry, you love who now?” A voice says behind you, warranting a loud gasp from your formerly sobbing lips.

“No one! Your-your brother! That’s who.” You exclaim, trying to brush away the tears nonchalantly.

“Y/n, my brother is in love with his best friend, I highly doubt you and him have ever had much to do with each other romantically, now please explain what you meant by everything I have just heard you say.” Regulus demands, ushering Andromeda away and taking her spot, stood directly in front of you.

“I can’t do that Regulus.” You say sternly, going to leave the spot anxiously.

He grabs your arm gently, his warm hand resting in the crook of your arm.

“You’ve not called me by my full name since the year we met. I know why you’re calling me it now, but I just... I need to hear it for myself... Please Y/n.” He pleads, his eyes full of something you can’t fully determine.

“Regulus...” You sigh, trying to get a better distance between the two of you.

“Please.” He asks again, his gaze meeting yours.

“You shouldn’t make me do this to you on your magical day. It’s rather cruel. But if I must...” You reply, watching as he nods in agreement.

“You should have never put that note in my invitation. I should have never come to begin with. You are a married man now Regulus. We’re not the same idiot teenagers we were at Hogwarts when we promised our love to each other. We’re grown adults with other responsibilities and one of yours now belongs to your wife.” You scold and he rolls his eyes, earning a swift smack on the arm. He chuckles in shock as soon as the impact meets.

“This is not funny!” You cry. “I loved you then and I love you now and I never wanted to tell you that ever because you deserve to have a good full loving marriage and I shouldn’t be selfish and risk ruining that for you-” You ramble until he steps in closer, trying to kiss your lips.

“Regulus!” You shriek, pushing him back.

“She calls me Regulus.” He says plainly, as if it’s an excuse.

“What?” You ask back, eyebrows drawn in confusion.

“She calls me Regulus.” He repeats with a shrug. “No Reg, no Reggie, no nicknames or terms of endearment at all really. Just my name.” He continues.

“I don’t dislike her. I just don’t love her either. I feel indifferent towards her, and she’s my wife now.” He laughs in disbelief. “Every bloody man I know tells me how lucky I am to be with a woman as beautiful as she is, as kind as she is but when they do that all I can think about is YOUR eyes, YOUR lips, YOUR smile, YOUR hair between my fingers. People rave about her but the only person I can think of is you y/n/n.” He confesses and you stay silent, biting your lip just like you used to.

“Why in merlin’s name would you marry her then for gods sake?” You ask hoarsely, tears in your eyes once again.

“Why do you think?” He responds, running a hand over his face. “My mother wants pureblood, and she always gets as she wants.” He says simply, as though it’s just a fact of life for everyone.

“Why would you invite me then? Why make me watch your suffering while going through my own?” You question, feeling especially small in such a grand room.

“Because I couldn’t do this if you weren’t in the room when it happened.” Regulus admits and before you can inquire what he means by that, he grabs you by the face and kisses you again, only this time you give in for a few moments of bliss.

“Stop, stop... Reg please.” You hum, trying your best to keep your mind straight through the haze.

“I can’t, they’ll notice I’m missing soon darling.” He hums back, pressing his lips lightly on yours again. You push him back gently, looking him in the eye, both of you flushed.

“I’m not... I can’t let you do this...” You sigh, your lip pouting naturally.

“Let me do what exactly? Be with the woman I truly do love? Trust me y/n/n, I don’t need permission to do this. I’ll gladly do it without a second thought because you and I belong together and we both know it.” He declares, running his hands over your body slowly.

“Reg, it’s more complicated than that and you know it... there’s vows attached, and they aren’t between the two of us. I may love you, but I am not your woman on the side.” You laugh, grabbing his hands and placing them at his sides.

He takes a deep breath, weighing his words in his head.

“I didn’t choose this for myself love. I don’t choose anything for myself. The only thing I’ve ever truly had for me was you. I know this isn’t an ideal situation but... please give it a chance. Let me show you we can be more than just a behind the scenes thing, because I’m not sure I can go on if you don’t darling.” He pleads, his gaze practically melting you.

“Regulus please, please stop. I can’t listen to you without turning to warm butter when you call me your pet names, I can’t even think straight. This is wrong, we both know it.” You murmur, staring down at the floor to keep from seeing his moment of defeat.

“I can’t be with her you know. I can’t- I won’t be with her when you’re still out there and I know how you feel for me.” He promises, groaning in frustration.

Suddenly, a dreaded idea occurs to you. On any normal occasion, you would have never once, even for a split moment wanted such a thing, but looking at him in his suit, practically on his knees for you while another woman stood in the other room, waiting for his company, it was the best you could come up with.

“Then don’t. You don’t have to know.” You whisper, taking his face into your hands gently, letting a tearful smile take over your face. He looks puzzled, his mind nowhere near where yours was at now.

“We’re a thing of the past Regulus. Your family would never accept this, we both have always known. It should stay untainted, two young people in love for eternity. That’s all it could ever be. Your bride deserves better, as do you.” You continue, carefully drawing your wand from your pocket with shaking fingers.

His eyes leave yours and dart down to your hands, the realization hitting him all at once.

“Y/n/n, no. You can’t- you would never-“ he begs, his eyes once again filled with sadness.

“It’s for the both of us Regulus. In due time, perhaps the story of us will take a turn… but for now it has to be this way.” You say, your voice so soft you weren’t sure he’d hear a word you said.

He holds up his hands, trying to pull your wand from your grasp but you back away swiftly and take a deep breath before uttering the word “Obliviate” with tears falling down your face.

Regulus shuts his eyes as his memories are stolen from him and you take that split second to slip out and disappear into the crowd, wiping the salty tears from your cheeks and sniffling as you hide in the back, watching as they call for the first dance.

There, you see his face reappear, joined by that of Celestina as they join hands, gliding around the floor in the way you were sure his mother had insisted they learned. He spins her around and you feel the ghost of his hand in yours again, shutting your eyes to savour the feeling.

As their dance comes to a close, you watch the small smatter of applause and make your way towards the door, not looking back. Though if you had, you’d have seen his once again cold, indifferent gaze change to a glimmer of recognition as his eyes caught your figure exiting the festivities, going alone into the starry night.

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Hi guys!!! I know it’s been a while, but I’ve been going through a lot lately personally, so I haven’t been online much at all. I’m going to try and write more now, so stay tuned!

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Reading Day

Part 1 to The Will and The Way — Series masterlist can be found here

Summary: and so the story begins…

Pairing: OC x Thor x Loki (love triangle) (not really in this chapter yet)

Warnings: None

Despite the early hour, Asgard was far from quiet. In fact, the entire city was buzzing with an odd mix of excitement and mourning. King Odin had passed many months ago, but the love for him among his people was strong as ever.

Still, today was a day of great importance. Asgard had been without a proper leader for far too long, the people were ready for the change that was certain to come this morning. Odin had picked up on the habits of Midgardians, and he’d been wise enough to write out what they called a will, ensuring his final wishes were set in stone, unable to be changed at the whim of any one.

He had even had an enchantress come and mark the document with a seal, a binding of its words that could not be tarnished, nor tainted by anything other than her own power.

While some citizens found this practice odd, others did not question it, given Prince Loki’s habit of slipping through the cracks and making choices for the throne on his own. To them, this was a security blanket. To him, it was a massive brick wall in the way.

“Astrid! Wake up! It is time for the royal will to be read, we must hurry.” The young girls roommate urged, pulling her out of bed by her arm, earning loud grumbles from under the covers.

“We are both a part of the royal staff, if we do not show, you know someone will scold us!” The other girl says, begging for her friend to awaken.

“No one will notice our absence. But if you are so worried of such an unlikely occurrence, go on without me.” The covered girl orders, her voice groggy with sleep. For a palace maid, Astrid had never been one for mornings. She preferred nights, where she could watch the stars in peace.

Finally, after a beat of silence, she groaned in what sounded like agony and literally rolled out of the bed, her fiery reddish hair emerging from the blanket oasis she’d been in seconds before.

“Go, go. I will just get dressed and join you.” She insists, her full lips curling into a grin as her friend hesitantly runs off to join the mornings preparations. From what they’d both been told, there would be a grand ball in the name of whichever of the princes “won” everything.

For Astrid, the competition between the two was pointless and frivolous. There were more important issues in the world than who got to call themself king. It should matter more which of them would rule Asgard with a steady and fair hand, not which looked better with a crown and a throne.

To her, the will was merely a reminder of the Kings dramatics with his sons, along with the competitive nature the two of them shared with each other.

“Besides, Prince Thor is the one with the advantage. He always had Odin’s favor really.” She thought to herself as she tied her hair back into a twist, her daily hairstyle of choice.

The only royal Astrid had ever really taken a liking to was Frigga. She had been one of the maids who spent most of their time in her wing of the castle, and she had always been a friendly, kind woman to the staff. There were even a few times that the Queen had offered Astrid and her friends favors, small things to make their jobs easier or to make their free time more enjoyable.

Astrid could remember a handful of times where Frigga had walked through the gardens with her, just to chat with someone outside her circle. Though she was never one of her ladies maids, Astrid might as well have been. The two of them were much closer than she remembered any of the other staff being with anyone, since she hardly counted those that the princes (mostly Thor) schmoozed with or seduced to be “close” to them.

In fact, Astrid had been in the room when Queen Frigga was murdered and she carried that memory with her everyday, every time she walked into the room that she had perished in. Honestly, she was surprised the king continued to use the space, but she knew better than to say anything about it.

As she looked over her plain appearance in the mirror, Astrid wondered what could possibly have the whole kingdom in such a frenzy over papers that no doubt held nothing but Thors name.

She ran down the hallway, worried about being late now that that realization had finally hit and she started a sort of jog, rounding a corner and nearly slamming directly into another.

“Oh! By the norns, I am sorry your highnesses. I should not be running in a palace, it is rude.” She scolds herself, her freckled cheeks going a light pink.

“No apologies necessary, we run through the palace all the time, it is the only way to get around in manageable time.” Thor states with an easy smile, and Astrid laughed tensely, wanting to leave the situation immediately before the harsher brother spoke up and she lost her job.

Still, Loki only eyed her up and down and let out something between a scoff and a sigh before turning and continuing on his way.

Thor gives her a small wave, the swoonworthy smile still glued to his face and making her lose track of thoughts, but he finally turns away and follows his brother, bringing her senses back and sending her racing down the hall once more, her shoes pattering on the shimmering floor loudly as she goes.

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“People of Asgard, we have gathered here today for the reading of the will of our beloved King Odin. In this will, we will learn where his assets have been placed and in turn, who the position on the thrown will be passed down to.” A royal official decrees from the balcony of the golden palace.

What seemed to be all of Asgard cheered, but the princes themselves looked less than disinterested. Loki was all but glaring down at the crowd below, staring down every last citizen, his eyes just grazing over a redheaded maid as he looked on, until his eyes reached the figure standing next to him. Thor, the figure in question, was too busy focusing on his hammer to see if it had been chipped or scratched on his way here to care what the man was saying, to which Loki rolled his eyes.

“At least pretend to pay attention brother. They may be your people soon afterall.” Loki hissed through gritted teeth, rolling his eyes again at the aloof nature of his brother.

“Lighten up Loki. It is not as though it would go to anyone else. We are both in the running, this is not a new idea.” Thor says back, leaning against the balcony, finally looking down to eye up the large crowd below.

The crowd consisted of every citizen of Asgard, but it was still an organized group. All the regular people were in the center of it all, guards in the back in case anything dire were to happen, and palace staff at the front so they could be closest to the entrance, quick access to get in and prepare for the nights festivities to come.

Thor’s wandering eyes landed quickly on the same redhead as Loki’s, a small grin growing at the sight of her disinterest matching his own. In a way he felt they were sort of kindred spirits, both seeing this as a boring formality. Either that, or she just didn’t care. Whichever the answer was, Thor found her bored sigh and relaxed posture amusing to say the least.

He quickly moved his gaze from her, noticing other members of the audience for their own specific traits. Thor wasn’t the sly or mischievous brother, but he and Loki did share their keen eyes to detail, something they’d both gotten from Frigga.

Down on the ground, Astrid let out another loud sigh, waiting for it to be over. It wasn’t really that she didn’t want to see who got everything, but with the weight of the ball that came after relying heavily on the maids, she just wanted to go inside and get to work so they could all rest earlier rather than later.

The palace staff was never overworked perse, but in times of glamorous parties, they were the most imperative part of the planning in order for it to go seamlessly. Astrid took pride in the work she did, and she knew plenty other maids who could say the same.

“Enjoy the moment Astrid! It is not every day we see who the next ruler of Asgard will be! soak it in!!” Another young maid named Signe said with a giggle.

“I know I know. I just wish it was closer to the time of the ball so we could have more time to get everything ready.” She groans back, leaning against one of the many fountains surrounding the courtyard.

Her friends collectively rolled their eyes.

“We have put together much more complicated parties than this one. The worst part is hanging the banners, and I am sure some of the guards will help with that.” Her roommate Liv chimes in, making them all, including Astrid, giggle.

Liv was the flirtiest of their bunch, and she had a knack for convincing the guards or butlers or stableboys or pretty much any man to do the harder parts for them. No one complained about it, given that the tasks usually required an annoying amount of time standing and holding things above your head for who knows how long while you waited for someone to grab it and hang it, a task no one would enjoy.

“They are supposed to protect us anyway, now they are just protecting us from overexertion too.” Liv always said with a shrug and a giggle.

Astrid watches up above at the tall balcony, shading her eyes from the bright and warm sun. She stares as if willing the man to continue his proclamation, still waiting for the opportunity to retreat back into the castle.

As if on cue, the papers are picked back up, and he continues on.

“I, King Odin, being of sound mind and body, decree that my worldly possessions, including all monetary and physical assets be distributed as follows” He starts, stopping to turn and give Loki a glare when he scoffs at the use of Midgardian languages and practices. Loki merely shrugs as though completely innocent in response.

The announcer clears his throat and continues on. “Should my wife Frigga predecease me, A quarter of my monetary assets must be given to my eldest son Thor Odinson. Another quarter goes to my younger son Loki Odinson. The remainder shall be distributed in ways to help Asgard flourish, as well as to the heir to the throne.” He reads, and the crowd goes completely silent, confused by the lack of a named heir.

“I leave my son Thor Odinson the armour left in the royal armory, the staff I have carried as king, the Midgardian artifacts, and the power over the royal guard. He shall make an excellent leader to them all.” He states, and Thor’s face drops at the lack of a throne in his list.

“To my son Loki Odinson, I leave my gold helmet, the library of the palace, the west wing of the palace, and the throne I have sat upon to make my decrees. May he find read much wisdom while he sits in a fine chair.” Loki laughs a testy, angry sort of laugh.

The audience remains speechless, staring up in a mix of confusion and fear. Not once had any of them thought anyone other than the princes would take reign over their kingdom. Now, it looked like neither of them would.

“Finally, I leave the crown, the throne, and leadership over Asgard, as well as the palace and power over its staff to Astrid Ivarsdottir.” The man finishes, clearly having not read the will in full before now, given the look of shock on his face and the way he brought the parchment that much closer to his face.

Astrids breath hitched and her hands gripped tightly around the edges of the fountains frame. Her knuckles were going white, she was going white. Everything around her was moving in a sort of slow motion, her ears ringing loudly.

“Who?!” Someone called out, and a chorus of others chimed in. Soon enough, the crowd was in hysterics, trying to find out who this girl was.

Meanwhile, the princes were just as anxious. Loki was livid, snarling at the man as though he’d been the one to be so cruel to the boys, and not their own father.

“How in the norns did this happen?!” He demanded, looking quite ready to strangle the poor guy.

“Loki murder is not the answer!” Thor said, pulling his brother away.

“Well then finding this girl and how she managed to convince our father to play such a cruel trick on his own sons is!” He growls back, analyzing the chaos below.

Then, he saw her. The redhead from before, the one who ran into them both in the hall, the one who caught their eyes. The girl was pale as a sheet, staring into nothing, breathing heavy. Loki knew instantly the girl they were looking for was her. And he made sure Thor knew it too.

“Astrid? Astrid!” Liv whispered, not wanting more attention on them. She carefully splashes Astrids back with the cool water from the fountain behind her, earning a gasp in response.

“Thanks.” Astrid mumbles, slowly returning to herself.

But when she looks back up at Liv, she sees a guards finger pointed at her. And then she sees thousands of pairs of eyes. And all of them are on her.

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