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Couldn't have said it better.
the fact that fandom is a space where unfinished works proliferate is something to be celebrated. where else can you start a novel and never finish it and still people read and engage with what you’ve done and share your interest in it. where else can we get to read the work of people who do not have the time or capacity or resources for commitment to long projects over long time. i don’t know if there’s a way to measure the total volume and proportion of unfinished and abandoned works on ao3, but i’d bet good money it’s a large majority of multichapter works, and do you know what would happen if fandom required all works to be finished? none of that great volume of work would exist! what a tremendous loss would that be! fandom’s permissiveness of unfinished work is one of its greatest strengths as a creative environment, productive for readers and liberating for writers, and if we better recognized that, if we stopped allowing the dominant discourse of unfinished WIPs to be about failure or betrayal or whatever, we would get more stories, not fewer, more story, not less.
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Loki, trying to commit some atrocity but failing.
interrogator *frustrated*: Do you have any idea the kind of damage you could have done?
*Loki frowns at the table he's cuffed to*
Loki: No, I don't.
*Thinks of the hundreds of potential outcomes*
*A devilish smile appears on his face as he looks back at his interrogator*
Loki: But I'd like to know.
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Loki Drabble - Angst, Kiss
Panic rose in your chest at the thought of something horrible happening to him. You scramble after him, “Loki!” You say with urgency in your voice. He turns around, concern on his face. You stopped your movement abruptly. You thought Loki would’ve kept moving for the door, but here he was, inches from your face. Your breath catches and the rest of your sentence goes out the window. You glance down, searching the rubble outside trying to piece back together what else you were going to say. “Y/N.” Loki says softly, his forehead creasing between the brows. You look up and meet his emerald jeweled eyes. They were soft, but had a fierce determinism in them, a glint of defiance. Your eyes failed again, glancing at his nose, his sharp jawline. You find his eyes again and the confidence to speak yourself. “Please be careful.” You say lacking depth, lacking meaning, lacking emotion. How could you not fall and cry right there? Loki gives a confident smirk, “When am I not?” He says opening the door and heading out. It hits you that this may be the last time you see him again. Your heart heaves as you rush to the door, “Loki!” You plead again. He pauses on the steps and looks back at you, black hair shimmering and eyes shining in the sun, the color of fall reflecting off his skin. For a moment the golden light extinguishes any demon that had captured a shadow on his face. You capture that picture, cherishing it until death takes you over. Tears brim in your eyes. “I mean it.” You say in a shaky voice. You meant to say more, please come back and please be safe and don’t do something stupid. You didn’t need you. Loki takes the few steps up the stairs, throwing his staff into his left hand and tucking his right behind your head. His movements are deliberate. He leans down intentionally, savoring the moment. You catch the warmth of his breath on your lips, a sharp exhale coming from your lips, caught between sobs and awe. He closes the gap and kisses you firmly, tempestuously. He had kissed you with passion before, but something about the way we lingered on your lip, even when Thor was calling him, made you think he too felt desperation. He rose from the kiss and brushed your cheek before letting his hand fall from your hair. Taking a step back, he looked at you, wishing with all his heart he would come back to you soon. He nods in response to your demand, a knowing look in his eyes, a look of understanding. It was a somber parting, and you now knew that every parting would be this way. You hope the next ones would be few and far between.
#Loki drabble#loki fanfic#loki#loki x reader#loki x y/n#loki x you#lokifixation#loki kiss#loki angst
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Imagine Loki hearing his soulmate in his head. He hears whispers and melodies of songs and it's driving him crazy. He goes on a mission to find out who it is and finds out your thoughts, feelings, and songs match the ones in his head the best. What unfolds is a challenging endeavor to convince you that you two are soulmates.
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Absolutely beautiful.
Poem inspired by Loki 'cause I'm rewatching the Marvel movies
The little prince sat alone/There was for him no throne/Not even a metal crown/To which no one would bow.
Red, swollen eyes,/Muffled, silent cries/And a broken heart/Were nothing but the start.
He was lied to all his life/(Poor, small library mice)/Trying to be someone,/Wanting to please everyone.
But they were never satisfied/Told him he should have died/For he was a big mistake:/A monster they should never take.
So he let go into the dark abyss/And it felt like a bliss/Untill full of anger he returned /And they lock him away unconcerned.
They didn't care what he's been through,/Didn't want to know too,/Failed to see the tormented soul/No longer in control.
His brain was at least confusing/On the line between good and bad dancing/Because his tortured mind /Was one of a kind.
He would smile confidently/Not holding back from being sassy/But as soon as they were gone/His act would fall undone.
Pieces of sharp words/Cut him like swords/He tried to keep them at bay/But memories stood in his way.
The little prince wasn't worthy of trust/For he himself didn't know who to trust/He was shattered into a milion bits/Wearing them as outfits.
What so ever he felt hollow/He did not know which one to follow/So sadly he finaly become/What he was seen as by anyone.
~ Evil is made, not born
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Imagine Loki holding you, and you requesting to see the sunrise. Instead of watching it with you, he looks at you with his back to it. When you ask him if he wants to see it, he replies that he's holding it in his arms.
“I want to see the sunrise.” You say gently. He faintly smiles at you, his eyes smiling more than his lips. He turns around and kicks the door open, his eyes fixed on your face. As you step out on the porch your eyes are drawn to the magnificent colors rising over the lake. Loki sets you on the back of a sturdy chair, his arms still wrapped around your waist as you look over his shoulder to the sunrise. You breathe deeply as the bright red and cyan colors paint your vision, orange and yellow reflecting off your face and eyes. The few clouds in the sky are shimmering white and the stillness of the water captures the color, making them a shade darker and richer. It’s captivating. “Don’t you want to see it?” You glance at him. He’s lost in a sort of trance as he traces your features with your eyes. The feeling of being seen and felt rushes over you, bringing a nervousness that you can't explain. His voice is quiet when he finally responds. “I do see it, I hold it in my arms already.” His velvet voice lulls you. “She is brilliantly colored, bright enough to drown out the darkest nights.” Your heart skips a beat, and Loki runs his finger over your jawline. “Her touch warms my heart after the bitter cold of the day, never hiding her beauty from my sight.” You look at Loki, wonder in your face, but his solemn eyes follow the path of his feather touches that run over your neck. “Her beauty calls the sleepers awake, always bringing the promise of warmth.” He doesn’t meet your gaze but closes his eyes as he gently nuzzles his nose against your hair and pulls you into a deeper embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, welcoming the closeness you two possess.
#Loki#loki imagine#loki one shot#lokifixation#loki x you#loki x reader#loki oneshot#loki fluff#loki romantic
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AMAZING! What a Loki feel.
I looked up the lyrics on Genius and the line "The more the dark consumes me, I pretend I'm burning, burning bright" the artist was trying to convey that the more problems we faces in life, the more of a mask he wears to try and convince people he's ok, and that is SUCH a Loki thing to do. *crying face* It breaks my heart.
Also the conflict of wanting to appear strong and not let people know what he's going through, but also a massive desire to be seen is so Loki as well. Great reflection.
Watch "Burning Bright" on YouTube
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I challenge you fellow Loki stans to listen to this song, and tell me how tf can you NOT get Loki feels from this?!
Lyrics below! (Please excuse format, posting on mobile)
"I feel like there is no need for conversation/Some questions are better left without a reason/And I would rather reveal myself than my situation/Now and then I consider my hesitation
The more the light shines through me/I pretend to close my eyes/the more the dark consumes me/I pretend I'm burning, burning bright
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different/To spare myself all the constant shame of my existence/And I would surely redeem myself in my desperation/Here and now I'll express my situation
The more the light shines through me/I pretend to close my eyes/the more the dark consumes me/I pretend I'm burning bright
The more the light shines through me/I pretend to close my eyes/the more the dark consumes me/I pretend I'm burning
There's nothing ever wrong/But nothing's ever right/Such a cruel contradiction/I know I crossed the line/It's not easy to define/I'm born to indecision/There's always something new/Some path I'm supposed to choose/With no particular rhyme or reason
The more the light shines through me/I pretend to close my eyes/the more the dark consumes me/I pretend I'm burning bright
The more the light shines through me/I pretend to close my eyes/the more the dark consumes me/I pretend I'm burning
I feel like there is no need for conversation"
@lokifixation @lokiperfection
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Pairing: Loki x F!reader
Warnings: talk of death of loved ones, mental health
Tags: loki, lokioneshot, lokifixation, lokifanfic, imagineloki, god of mischief
Word count: 2,914
Fluff stuff!
“You do realize you’ve been in here all day?” a velvet voice comes from the double doors to your right. You look over your shoulder, sigh, and turn your attention back to you book. A fire was crackling on your left, making quite noises in the warm library. And it was big. Large wooden shelves lined the big room. At the far end, where you sat sideways on a couch was a fireplace, blankets and chair, your sanctuary in times when you needed comfort. And someone was disturbing it. You have the sudden feeling that you should acknowledge him and not be a dick.
“I’m surprized you noticed.” You say, not looking up from your book. “No one else did.” You mumbled to yourself. Not that you really cared – well kind of – it was nice being sought out, but you did want to be left alone. You were in a particularly unstable mood, and it was increasingly becoming more unstable.
“Darling I notice everything.” He said in a preoccupied voice. He was scanning a book he took from the shelf. “Why are you in here anyways?” It was a valid question. Of all the places to be at the Avengers facility, this was one of the least popular spots.
You fought the deep urge to sigh, close your eyes and place your head against the arm of the couch, but you thought that dramatic. You were unstable remember? And you often act and said rude things when you were this way, that’s why you were alone.
You took a moment to gather yourself before saying in a monotone voice, “It’s a sanctuary to me.” You stared at the words on the book page, not reading because you knew the conversation wasn’t over – Loki did love to talk.
You heard his book snap close and slide back on the shelf. He stopped at the other end of the couch.
“What are you seeking refuge from?” His smooth voice held a deep monotone note, reflecting her own drowsiness.
“My own thoughts.” You said, not looking up.
Although you didn’t see it, a mild look of confusion and interests washed over his face. After a moment of not hearing a response, you look at him, staring at a pillow on the floor. “Why are you here?” Trying to be polite in your impatient state.
He looked at you and huffed, a hurting smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “To do the same.” You looked at him now, really looked at him as he gazed into the fire. The light of the firelight glow danced in his emerald eyes, giving them a dark, mysterious glow. The light cut across his face, making his prominent features stand out with a white light outlining them, and giving the hollows of his face a deathlike, graven appearance. He looked unnatural, unearthly. You suppose he was, but it didn’t change his ghastly presence. He sighed deeply, bringing you back to reality. You saw the dark circles under his eyes and wondered what demons he too locked outside the library door.
You curled your legs in to yourself and pulled the big blanket from the other side of the couch to make room for him. Loki looked back at you at the movement, then at the empty spot. He looked confused and didn’t move from his standing position. You gesture rather aggressively to the open spot, gesturing for him to sit, hoping he would. He looked at you, then back at the seat, and then moved to sit on the couch. He sat like you, his back to the arm and legs on the couch. You stared at each other a moment, you closed your book, crossed your arms, then tucked yourself against the side of the couch, placing your head against the plush leather.
You gazed at him a moment longer before saying, “You look like shit.” He cocked his head to the side, brows furring together and responded, “Thank you.” You smiled to yourself at your blunt comment, but you meant it. He did look like shit. After all he’d done and all he’d been through, you reasoned that his demons may be twice big and twice as many as yours. You had a sudden urge to help him, and if it didn’t, at least if would be amusing for you.
You jerked your legs, kicking the blanket out to fall on Loki’s lap. He frowned deeper, looking at the blankets and asked, “What are you doing?” You got up from your seat, chuckling to yourself, and tucked the blanket around his torso and legs, hoping he wouldn’t run from how close someone was to him. He visibly tensed and held his arms from being locked in as you tucked the blanket in, but that was the extent of his movements.
You respond once your job was done, “Aren’t you cold?” You say, smiling from above him.
“I’m always cold. I’m used to it.” He retorts.
“Then tonight it’s your armour.” You say, in all seriousness.
Loki gets a confused look on his face as you turn to leave him and the couch. You look back and point at him. “Don’t move! I’ll be right back.”
“Wh – where are you going?” He asked, feeling like he’s in a prison in the blankets.
You don’t give him the satisfaction of a response, but smile to yourself as you head towards a kettle. Loki, back by the fireplace, looks down at the fluffy blanket and places his arms on them. It’s very soft. He realizes, as his arms sink in to the cushion of it.
When you return with tea in your hand, Loki’s head is resting on the couch, his eyes sleepy as he’s lost in the trance of the fire. You stop in front of him and hold out the cup to him. He looks up at you, then the cup and asks, “What’s this?” in a confused voice. He takes the cup anyways.
“Tea.” You respond before crawling back under the protection of the blanket.
“And why do I need it?” He demands ungratefully, holding one of his arms to the side, clearly not seeing the point.
You place you book down again and cock you head to the side. Really? This boy going to be that ungrateful. You sigh and a million rude and cringy comments run through your head. You decide not to share any of them. You want Loki to see that not every person is a battle to win, or every conversation has a winner and loser. You pick you book back up and look down.
You shrug when you respond, “You don’t have to drink it.” You say rather lamley. Sometimes it’s nice to have warmth run through your body when your blood feels so cold. You look at the fire again, wanting to give him a real answer. “My mother always liked tea, books, blankets and a fire all together.” You say, not looking up. You hoped your vulnerability would touch something in him that would be a comfort. “Whenever I’m in a rough spot in reminds me of her. I feel closer to her, and it’s comforting.” You looked at him saying the last part, but only for a brief moment. He met your gaze and saw that his face had softened. Loki understood the desire of wanting to be close to ones mother.
You see Loki’s movement from the corner of your eye as he brings the cup closer and him and wraps both hands around the warm cup.
“Perhaps they were the last defenses against our nightmares.” He says lowly, looking at his cup. You look up at him, his face is quite now, looking as if he’s reminiscing.
“Did your mother ever hold you? When you needed it?” You ask hesitantly. You’re not sure what caused you to ask such a question, maybe the fact that he was a norse god and you a mortal questioned if family dynamics worked the same.
His eyes met yours and eyebrows rose as he pondered your pointed question, then looked away again. “I suppose so, when I was younger.”
“Did you like it?” You ask again. You may be pushing your luck but you don’t feel like you have anything to lose that night, nor do you care if you did.
He looks back at you, gaze raking into your eyes. “A little bit personal, don’t you think?” He questioned, clearly annoyed at how personal this conversation had become.
You shrug your eyebrows and shift to lying on the couch. Your legs bump in to his and you pull the blankets closer around you, wanting a larger defense for the emotions you’re trying to block out. A moment passes, the voices in your head growing louder as you think of the loss of your parents. “I miss it.” You say as a tear slips from you eye. You sniffle and choke down bile, knowing now a book will provide no escape from the memories you inflicted on yourself.
Loki, on the other side of the couch, understands your turmoil. This was new for him, new for someone to be so vulnerable with him in a way that could hurt them so deeply in the future. You hear him take a sip of his tea.
Your head pops up from under the mass of blanket, “Do you like it?” You say, almost switching personalities.
He hums in response. “Yes, it’s quite nice.” He says quietly. “Thank you.” You stare at him as he speaks, unsure of the tone in his voice. But you read sincerity when you look at his face, thinking you should respond. “You’re welcome.” You say quietly.
The minutes go by, your head and heart in turmoil from the recent events. Loki was just content to sit there. It seemed that whatever had plagued him, ran from the vulnerability you gave.
The vulnerability forced him to address himself, address his own feelings and the lost of his mother and father. He hadn’t thought about it much, he never liked to think about what had befallen him in the past, but it was hard to run from it when the only other person in the room is also thinking about it. He looked at you, or where he thought where your head was, then back at the fire, curious of what you were thinking and if he could, help. Help? His voices told him. The only help you bring is pain and dysfunction. He tried to tell himself that wasn’t true, that we had been useful since arriving, but they were empty words, hard to believe. He sighed.
You heard his sigh, and now it was your turn to wonder what he was thinking. You sat up on your elbow and looked at him. He returned your gaze, watching you carefully. The tears marks and red nose were easy for him to see, even in the dim light. “Are you ok?” You asked, not wanting to ruffle his feathers again by being too specific.
“Are you ok?” He returned the question. You looked away into the fire, not sure how to respond. If you said yes, you’d be lying. But if you said no, what could Loki do? How could he help? It would probably just make him feel awkward and leave sooner, and you didn’t want him to leave, you rather enjoyed his presence right now. You decided to be vulnerable, like before. Whether Loki liked being vulnerable himself or not, he didn’t seem to care if you were, and you liked having someone to listen.
“No.” You responded strongly. Your voice and words didn’t match, but maybe that communicated what you wanted – the ability to say what was wrong but continue on anyways. You rested your head back on the couch, stuffing bile and tears down as you desperately tried not to sniffle.
“Are you staying here tonight?” Loki’s voice enveloped your ears like a blanket, a warm dagger to combat the raging thoughts in your head.
“Probably.” You respond in a shaky. Loki pulls off the blankets and walks to the fire, turning over the coals and places more logs in. Once ablaze, he walks to the couch not meeting your gaze, readjusts the blankets draped across you, then heads towards the library doors. Pain clutches you heart as your company takes with him the only lasting distraction from your emotions. You start to cry, slow sobs through shaky breath, making sure to be quiet enough so Loki can’t hear.
But Loki stops part way by his own volition. How could he leave someone in pain like that? He knew he couldn’t help everyone, nor did he want to, but this was different. This type of pain was so familiar to him, it pulled at his heart and the pit of his stomach. He clenched his fists at the rage that was still alive deep in his heart. And the regret. And the burden of knowing he played a large role in the murder of his mother. Grief swept over him as images of his mother and father played in his mind. He rubbed his eyes, hoping to brush away the vision as well. His vision blurred, not from rubbing his eyes, but from tears. He told himself if he believed himself to be different than his old self, he would have to start acting it. So that’s what he did.
You looked longingly at the fire, hoping by magic to see some face in the flame that would comfort your heavy heart. You felt the blanket rustle and a rush of cold air come sweeping onto your legs. You turn in confusion to what was happening – Loki had pulled half the blanket off. He didn’t look at you as he moved.
“What are you doing?” You asked through a croaky voice. Loki didn’t respond. Instead, he slipped in the crack between you and the back of the couch. He placed an arm behind your back, maybe to create some space you thought, and used his free hand to pull the blankets back over both your bodies. The sudden closeness made your heart beat faster, and if you weren’t awake before, you sure as hell where now. He took his top arm and reached for your hip, then your shoulder, pulling you in to his body.
You didn’t know what to think, you had never seen Loki touch anyone, let alone be this close. “Loki.” You say again, hoping to get a response from him.
“Hmm.” He says from behind you, feeling the puff of air on your neck in the process. The feeling makes you freeze and you tense from the sudden feeling.
“What are you doing?” You ask again, a bit more forcedly.
He snuggles into the back of your neck and shifts his legs behind yours. The movements of settling into a comfortable position quizzes you. He sighed, sending a buzz down your back.
“Comforting.” He says in a muffled tone. The response doesn’t help you understand anything. You silence asks the question. “Is that so hard to believe?” He asks. The stiffness in your body suddenly become real to him and he pulls his head back to ask, “Are you alright with this?” He says, uncertainty and almost embarrassment come rushing over him.
“Are you ok with this?” You retort back. You’re not entirely sure why he’s doing this, although you really don’t mind.
He chuckles low and soft against your ear. Not only do you hear his laugh, you feel the vibrato against your body, making you aware of how close he really is. Your breath catches in your lungs for a split second. Calm down, you order yourself, this means nothing.
Loki continues, “You’re not the first woman I’ve held in my arms. Although, the reason was completely different.” His voice died off near then end, unsure if that was too much information or not.
See? Exactly. This means nothing. But you could tell yourself that all night, when his breath was on your neck and his voice soft and close to your ear, it put you in a dopey trance.
“And I didn’t want to be alone tonight. And I thought you wouldn’t mind.” He said. You realize that was a confession. You pull away from his arm and turn over to face him, You prop your head up on your hand and open your mouth to say something, but you can’t find the words. In the dim light you see two gemstones, faintly reflecting the light of the fire. They’re cold and dark, and any other explanation you ask for will be lost in his sea. But they reflect a warmth, even if temporary. You decide whatever question you have isn’t of great important and settle back down. But instead of turning back around, you settle down into his chest, wrapping one arm around his waist. His arm hesitated a moment, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with the information you’ve just given him, but he reciprocates and places a protective arm over your body, shielding you from the dark.
“Thank you.” You say into his shirt. He runs his thumb over your back in response. As he hears your grateful response to his actions, his heart skips a beat, and he hopes this won’t be the last time you hold one another in each other’s arms.
Imagine Loki finding you in the library after staying in there all day, hiding from your thoughts, and him asking if you’re ok. Imagine him coming there for the same reason and being comforts for each other.
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Reblog, reblog, reblog, reblog.
How nice of Mobius to show Loki his future crimes (werent even his but ok) but not his future heroics.
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Hyundai nailed Loki with 20 seconds long commercial. They gave him his signature clothing, got the hair right, and he said one line, but it sounded like real Loki and better than anything he said in the entire series.
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Imagine Loki finding you in the library after staying in there all day, hiding from your thoughts, and him asking if you’re ok. Imagine him coming there for the same reason and being comforts for each other.
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Loki season 2!! OH MY WORD I'M SO EXCITED I CANNOT WAIT.
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Prettyyyyyyy. <3 <3 <3
Oh my- I HAVE 100 FOLLOWERS! Thank you everyone who followed this Loki fangirl/meme account!💚💚💚
•Not my Gifs•
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The Avengers: deleted scene
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Hehe, I found another.
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