#( side muse ) fandral

[lokisgoodgirl]

A Lot of Boning [Asgard!Loki Oneshot]

A Link to My Masterlist is HERE Summary: Asgard!Loki loses bet and must wear a corset on a night out. Loki is very pleased about this. (w/c 2.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki/corsets. Smuttish. Language. Heavy petting. Spoiled, flirty prince behaviour. Stupid stuff. Ridiculous HC lore. Asgardian crones. A/N: That tik tok wouldn't leave my brain. Sorry folks.

“A-HA, brother...you have been bested most thoroughly!” Thor’s voice boomed around the pillars, spilling over the balcony. Loki raised an eyebrow, stiffening and clenching his fists while a smile threatened to betray him.

“Indeed, brother” he purred bitterly, making sure he sounded surprised. "How awful."

In the training courtyard below, Sif held Volstagg pinned to the ground, her sword inescapably pointed to his throat. “It seems I underestimated her.” “And what of the bet, then?” Fandral coo-d, his face emerging between the brothers shoulders. Loki shot a questioning glance at the thin fingers now curled around his triceps, before looking to their owner. “I shall adhere to the stakes agreed. Obviously.”

Thor clapped Fandral on the back, chuckling loudly and shaking his head.

“Brother no one expects you to parade the Asgardian night taverns wearing a corset. Norns, Fandral was only joking. Weren’t you, Fandral?” Fandral smirked, reaching for his goblet. He tipped it briefly towards them both, before sipping.

Loki studied the man’s face, watching a tinge of pink creeping up his neck. He tilted his head.

“I very much think he was not joking, brother” Loki said calmly, seeing Thor’s jaw drop out the corner of his eye. “But never let it be said that a son of Odin reneges on his wagers.” “Loki you can’t be ser-” Loki held up a hand, eyes closed towards his brother’s protestations. “But your reputation...the scrolls of gossip which will circulate. Father." Thor's eyes widened. "Brother I implore yo-” “Enough,” Loki murmured malevolently, shooting Thor a silencing stare. The blonde’s lips hardened in a thin line, as the god of mischief shook dark hair back from his shoulders.

“The usual place?” he drawled, pushing himself away from the balustrade. Thor nodded reluctantly.

“Very well,” said Loki, with a feigned sigh of lament.

When he arrived to his chambers, the staff were dismissed with a wave of his hand.

All save one.

“Wait here,” he soothed as he passed her, trailing a knuckle down her bare bicep. Every goosebump he left in his wake was a promise. “I will have need of you.”

He smirked as she smoothed the front of her silken apron. Loki licked his lips at the memory of the taste of what lay beneath those skirts, already soaking for him he’d wager. That is a bet I wouldn’t intentionally lose, he mused as he threw open the ornate doors to his garment-room. Arms spread wide, he basked in the pungent smell of leather which overcame him. It was warm, and rich. Decadent, just like that chambermaid’s sweet little quim.

He clasped his hands ceremonially behind his back, pacing slowly forward. Loki enjoyed every faint rustle of his leather trousers, each measure thump of his boot on polished marble. The sound of his velvet-gloved fingers brushing together was like the flurry of a lovers skin. All these things and more, he always noticed in the moments before he disrobed. He could feel himself hardening already at the prospect of what was to come. The god smoothed his hair behind his ears and stretched in front of him, lacing his fingers. His knuckles cracked. He stretched his neck to one side, then the other; and with a parting of his digits – a secret compartment blossomed into view.

This was his very favourite selection of garments, each handmade by only the finest knobbled fingers among the Asgardian Crones.

Although responsible for all the royal families more intricate ceremonial costumery....these...they made only for him. For his cabinet of debauchery. And they were well rewarded.

He trailed the pads of his fingertips across displayed fabrics as he moved. Robes of chiffon and silk and leather which cut and hung to his body like honey, so much so that the very sight of his immortal frame wrapped in their embrace had been known to make his lover climax. Into every sinful negligee, every blindfold, every erotic ensemble, every fluttering tail in a well-worn crop; the Asgardian Crones had worked their spells.

‘Are you certain, my Prince,’ one had crooned doubtfully, craning closer to his sketch. Her fingers shook as she did so, tracing the lines of his elaborate request.

“Quite,” Loki had replied with the air of one who did not expect to be asked twice. She observed him craftily, creased skin trembling as one decrepit eyebrow rose. She’d always been a flirt.

“I’m not sure there’s time – tis a lot of boning, Prince Loki-” she hummed, coy undertones fresh even in the creak of her voice. He waved his hand dismissively with a sultry chuckle.

“The tales you could tell about boning, eyh Lagartha?” he purred wickedly. “I’ve heard the songs.” Lagertha’s wrinkled skin had flushed a pale pink as he’d leant across the large cutting table, ensuring to spread his fingers against the wood, making the veins she enjoyed in his hands flex.

She would be able to see down the loose tie of his tunic neckline, to the shifting ropes of muscle beneath. To his naval, most likely. The scent of him, the warmth, the pure essence of masculine, sexual power that flowed from his skin to her nostrils. He watched her cloudy pupils dilate.

A wolfish grin had spread his lips. “Or if you prefer...I could tell you some of mine” he’d winked.

The crone cleared her throat suddenly, hacking. “Are you alright, darling?” the Prince said with excruciating sensuality.

Lagertha hacked louder.

Two new crones had rounded the corner at an alarmingly slow pace. Loki rolled his eyes as they shuffled towards their ailing sister. Loki returned to a standing position. “I shall return next solstice to collect it,” Loki had said pointedly to Lagertha, making a show of stretching out each leather glove before pulling it on. He arched a brow.

Lagertha, close to expiration in her chair, nodded.

The other weavers shot him dirty looks as they began a lacklustre, synchronised fan of her face.

Loki had almost skipped back to his chambers that day. And now, as he rested his thumb beneath his chin in wonder at the finished article, he felt the same elation. He had waited for the perfect debut for this most treasured piece. Oh, how he had waited.

And finally, here it was.

Fandral thought to cast tarnish on his masculinity? On his virility? On his very power and reputation in this realm? Well, Loki thought with a smile as his eyes tracked every immaculate detail of the corset; he thinks wrong. His brother might be excused for being blinded to Loki’s ability to outplay any trickster-like attempts, but Fandral? Loki had given him far too much credit in the past, clearly.

To save time, Loki peeled the clothes from his body with magic. New garments unfurled around his limbs, having been drawn from the everyday closets outside. Tight dark chinos, and a thick cotton shirt; such a depth of green it was almost obsidian.

The thrill of unfamiliar Midgardian clothes on his body sent a shiver of anticipation up Loki’s spine. They were so light. Almost like being naked. If not for the tightness. His cock ached, heavy desire throbbing with renewed vigour. The demon thickened against his leg, each wince from the cotton pants making him hiss as he screwed his eyes shut in pleasure.

Migardians and their fascination with tightness, he mulled as he spun towards the flickering doorway.

“Girl?” he called expectantly. There was a pause, before the chambermaid’s brisk footsteps sounded, stopping abruptly in front of the door to the concealed portion of Loki’s closet. Her eyes were wide in wonder, gazing around until they stopped at his feet. She worked her way up his statuesque body, legs wide and triangular; arms crossed and straining against the shirt. “My P-prince,” she stammered, covering her eyes. Loki chuckled. “Come now, you don’t look this bashful when I come to you with sword in hand,” he teased as he straightened his back. She lowered her hands, revealing only her eyes. They shone. I really should move these ‘suits’ to the cabinet of debauchery, he pondered; watching the chambermaid squirm.

He suddenly wondered how she would fare on her knees, fumbling with the other-wordly zipper, biting her lip as she salivated impatiently for his cock. No time, he chided as he raised a hand, beckoning.

“I require your assistance with this,” he gestured to the side.

He didn’t. Not truly. But Loki Odinson knew how to wring every last screeching sliver of drama from a production. And after the time he had waited for this debut, he would make it drip until its last drop.

Her eyes grew wider. “Loki...” she murmured in awe, protocols forgotten.

The corset handcrafted by his loyal crones hung perfectly lit, showcased on the wall. Exquisite boning curved the sides, cutting inward at the perfect dimensions to cinch the sluttish nips of his taut waist.

The bodice was boned to perfection, thick strips of Nilfheimian narwal tusk holding shape. Golden flashes glinted at the shoulders, down the deep V of the neckline. His richest shade of royal green adorned the bodice, silken threads stitched so close it slid beneath the fingertips like polished glass.

“For what do you require my assistance, my Lord?” she murmured, letting her eyes fall wantonly to his curled lips. Loki slipped the corset from its display, swirling it elegantly over his arms and slotting it in place, much like a reverse waistcoat. “For this,” he said, spinning slowly on his heels. He raised his arms, raking his hair into a messy bun; fingers fastened to his scalp, exposing his neck.

The back of the corset splayed open. A long thread of ebony silk unfurled in Loki’s hand. One end of the ribbon poised upward from his palm like a snake, head pointed to the maid. It lunged towards her before stopping abruptly.

“Take it,” Loki smouldered, “it won’t bite.” The chambermaid’s trembling hands diligently wove the silk through the intricate holes of the corset, each pull of the length together making her groan gently against his back in spite of herself. She was taking her time, wondering at the creases of shirt beneath the boning. Wondering at him.

Loki’s eyes closed, the press of her fingertips between his shoulder-blades making fucking her over the nearest chaise greatly tempting. She pulled the binds tighter, looping strands with a final flourish. Loki hummed quietly, clenching. “I hope this is acceptable, my Prince” she murmured, trailing her fingers wilfully down the criss-cross of ribbon. Her breasts pushed flush to his spine, her words low and sultry. “I have not laced a corset since my lady Frigga’s.” “Do not speak of my mother,” Loki moaned quietly as he guided her hand to the crook of his thigh. His cock met her palm, the resulting squeeze rewarded with a buck of his hips. He spun towards her and guided her to the wall.

Her lungs emptied as he pressed to her, feeling her digits tugging gently at her handiwork. Loki could feel the boning press against her curves, the tight outline of his glamorous armour making her struggle for breath. His lips traced hers with the lightest of touches, her hot breath filling his throat. She thrust against the thigh pressed between her legs, gasping like a virgin as he nudged upwards to her sex.

“Pretty thing,” he whispered warm and wet into her ear. She whined, bucking against him. Loki released a dark chuckle. “Be here to undress me on my return.”

In Asgard’s busiest tavern, the evening’s festivities were in full swing. Thor stared into his tankard, watching thick bubbles pop lazily on the surface.

“Oh Fandral, what have we done?” he lamented, sliding a meaty palm further up his cheek. “He will be here at any moment. Reputation? Ruined.” Fandral scoffed, glancing at the door for the third time in as many minutes. “Do you think he’ll wear a garter?” announced Sif, swinging a leg over the bench with two large tankards in each fist. Volstagg spat ale in a cloud of laughter. "I bet he wears a garter," Sif continued seriously. "I hereby claim first attempt to rip it off with my teeth." "No fair," Fandral whined. “-Tis no matter of mirth,” Thor snapped loudly. Plates on the table rattled. Fandral patted his hand with a sigh. “Your brother knows us well enough. He is Asgard’s biggest tease. He will not wear ladies underthings - not in public anyway..." he paused, momentarily taken away. " I am most sure of it," he continued breezily. "Fragile masculinity, most likely.” But as he spoke, his face simmered with excitement.

Sif narrowed her eyes at him warily, realising in tandem with the others that the raucous tavern had grown quiet. The four of them spun to face the door, where a hundred other patrons also stared, transfixed.

“Brother?” Thor murmured disbelieving. But there, in all his splendour, was Loki.

The figure cut against the star-littered sky, the outline of his body as crisp and clear as carved marble. Thick curls spilled over his shoulders, fluttering in the nights chill. Long limbs strode rakishly over the paved floor, the click of his heels making onlookers jump as their arousal fizzed like malevolent static.

His cheekbones slashed, the determined set of his smoulder making him look like a king. A demon of the night.

Simply the sight of him moving across the floor made the captive audience hold its breath. The tight grip of the unfamiliar style of shirt to his muscles, the mercilessly cinched nip of his waist which exploded the breadth of his shoulders. A golden brooch in the crest of a snake was pinned to the centre of his chest, complimenting the lavish glint of the corset piping. The god of mischief's ordained colours were saturated by the auburn glow of candlelight. Loki smiled wickedly, winking at an unsuspecting woman grasping feverishly at her friend’s shoulder. He stood at the end of the table, spreading his arms wide before clasping them behind his back. “Well?” he asked smugly, giving them a slow spin. There were a series of thumps as members of the Asgardian public hit the floor. “You know midgardian garments are frowned upon,” Thor grumbled, casting glances over his shoulder. Loki rolled his eyes. “It’s about the ensemble, brother” he snipped. “Although I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.”

Fandral cleared his throat, standing and raising his cup towards the ceiling. “Prince Loki you look-”

“-Ravishing,” Loki drawled. “I know.” He cast a scathing glance down Fandral’s body, making his way leisurely back to his face. “Smarts, doesn’t it? To see me the victorious antithesis of your childish plot to humiliate me.” Sif snorted. “He just wanted to see you in a corset” she remarked, pushing her tankard from one hand to the other. Loki’s lips pursed, folding his arms as he spoke. “The evident stirring in his breeches betrays that much.” Fandral sat down immediately to the sound of raucous laughter round the table.

A crowd had begun to gather at a respectful distance around the dark prince, dozens of eyes combing over every deliciously wrapped inch of him. The air was bubbling with sexual energy. Hair on Loki’s arms bristled. He was just about to bestow greetings upon his inflamed public when Thor tugged his shirt sleeve.

“Brother, the gossip-scrolls will still remark on this…”

Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What care have I? I look incredible brother, as you well know. Desist with your petulant jealousy.” He straightened, enjoying the wistful longing in Thor’s gaze as it swung from Loki’s cinched trunk trussed in boning to the feral, shifting stares of his lustful devotees. And tonight, that was everyone it seemed.

Loki paced around the table, settling his hands on his wary brother's shoulders. “It was supposed to be funny” Thor grumbled, shaking his head while Fandral squirmed beside him. Loki’s mouth twitched in a knowing smile as he watched the man run his palms down his thighs repeatedly. Trying to distract himself. He lowered himself, hovering between Thor and his misguided best friend.

“The wager did not include that we were to wear lace and brassiere and frill and garter. Although I do have those effects in my personal collection, too.”

He winked at Fandral, who flushed crimson.

The god of thunder folded his arms. “It’s just very...you” he whined. The envy, Loki mused, is palpable. His fingers curled around Fandral’s bicep, giving him a knowing squeeze. “Exactly, brother” Loki whispered with finality in his siblings ear. The triumphant god straightened before raising his arms. Dying embers nestling in the tavern fireplaces roared to life at the command. Tonight, he was a king. And the squeals of the crowd grew to a roar.

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About/RP Info

~~Short About~~   This is a mixed blog!  You’ll find RP, fandom posts, my art and writing, memes, informational posts... really all kinds of things, I apologize to anyone who follows me for only one kind of content - you’re not gonna get that.  I don’t have any sideblogs, so everything all gets dumped here babeyy.  .  

I am selectively open to new RPs either on here or via discord!  

Looking to begin publishing my fics here on tumblr as well as branch out with my writing.  I’m not ready to open for requests yet, but in the future I would like to give it a shot!! 

If doing character asks, please specify which muse! 

------------------ Current Hyperfixations:  

Bucky Barnes lord help me. Loki, Sylvie, Sylki, yes.  WTNV - currently relistening to all of itttt.  ~disclaimer~ I suffer from a handful of mental and physical illnesses that can sometimes make functioning difficult. Some of these conditions incur chronic pain, and flare ups, bad days, mood shifts and so on can mess me up a lot.   So if I’m ever slow to reply, or miss a fic request or comment, or come off in some unintended way in a post I promise, it’s not you - it’s just my brain. I am find with being poked and reminded about things as long as it’s not excessive.

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Characters

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Muses: 

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Ariadne Hart (OC): 

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088100795236352/rp-bio-ariadne-hart?source=share

Sylvie Laufeydottir: 

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088070497697792/rp-bio-sylvie-laufeydottir?source=share

Fandral The Dashing: 

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088127999508480/name-fandral-the-dashing-sex-male-gender-cis?source=share

In the past I’ve written as Loki and The Grandmaster as well but those muses have been weak lately. 

Other Characters

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RP Side Characters I’ve written as:

The Grandmaster, Thor, Volstaag, Hogun, Kang, Frigga, Odin, Laufey, Freyja, Freyr. 

Characters I would like to RP as: 

Rocket, Wanda, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes

For purposes of fic writing or roleplay side characters, I will write anyone and everyone~! 

For RP mains I only like to write as ones I feel a bit confident in, but I am willing to experiment with the caveat that I might fail at them. 

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RP Basics

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1. I am open for canon, canon-divergent and AU RPs with canon characters or OCs! 

2. I am 33 and I require RP partners to be over the age of 18. Age MUST be in bio.  

3.  Open to RPs of all ratings and ships as determined by plot and chemistry.

4. Any adult writings will be tagged as such and beneath a page break.

5. I’m very adaptable with my roleplay replies! If you want multi-paragraph RP with all the trimmings I can do that! If you prefer shorter form, I can do that too. All I really need is for replies to at least be a couple of sentences and i am happy to adapt within that scope. 

6. I typically write third person, past tense, but I am willing to adjust if a partner prefers something different.

7.  If we are writing with longer replies, I am okay with minor things being written for my character if it fits!  Such as being led somewhere, the continuation of some action from the previous reply, and so on. If something goes too far I’ll be sure to let you know - I’m quite easygoing but I don’t want to be god-modded either.

8.  I  can be a little shy/awkward but I can promise I’ll always be kind!

9. I like to talk plot in ooc. Check in with how people are feeling about things, talk about replies or upcoming plot points to be on the same page, clarify things, etc.  I encourage my RP partners to do the same - I am very happy to hash things out, plot together or make corrections and clarifications if need be. 

10. I do have some triggers and limits when it comes to RP but I would rather discuss those privately as opposed to posting them up out here. I have very few hard limits overall though. 

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Will and Won’t  Writing and RP 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wil write: Most things to be honest.  I can do fluff, I can do angst, I can do smut and any combination of those. I am comfortable with most adult and difficult topics. I LOVE writing combat, and I really should do more whump. Most kinks are alright. Will mess with incest and certain flavors of dubcon/noncon.  Won’t write: Underage NSFW, Kinks involving scat or vomit or other very dirty sorts of kinks.  Might write: Darker noncon scenes (in fics, I can’t handle it in a RP) , kinks/characters I am not familiar with, really if anything isn’t on one of these lists just ask. I can write about a character throwing up or being sick but would prefer not to go into great detail as it can be a trigger for me.

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[eddapoetic]

✿ (your trickster son for Wes, Tony, Billy and Fandral)

✿ (your bot children for Tony, Billy and Quentin)

@ This Meme ( Billy and Fandral to come )

WESLEY @pryceism

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers (unofficial investigation aid)   /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [your muse] is the good influence  / [your muse] is the bad influence  / [my muse] is the good influence  / [my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  / [your muse is mines] childhood crush  / [my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides] /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ] /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse] /  cheating [with your muse] /  other ( I think Arthur would kill him if he so much as looked at Welsey's delicious jelly-filled donuts )

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half] /  siblings [step] / [my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / [my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  / [my muse] is a parental figure to yours  / [my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [your muse] is taken under mines wing  / [my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other (he comes along like a bag of free doritos if you get involved with Arthur)

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other (may in some manner be considered a supernatural hazard)

TONY STARK @cogitatis​

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [your muse] is the good influence  / [your muse] is the bad influence  / [my muse] is the good influence  / [my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other ( think you can keep up, hot shot? )

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  / [your muse is mines] childhood crush  / [my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side] /  unrequited [from my muses side ] /  unrequited [from both sides] /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ] /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse] /  cheating [with your muse] /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half] /  siblings [step] / [my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / [my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  / [my muse] is a parental figure to yours  / [my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [your muse] is taken under mines wing  / [my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other ( you like fast? I can show you fast )

#cogitatis #pryceism #( tony and havar: potential air traffic hazard ) #( nadia had the right idea with read mores fgfgh ) #memes #❱❱❱ t: its all fun and games #❱❱❱ t: oh this old thing

[storiesofwildfire]

Okay, I promise this is my last personal post spam ( maybe... ), but I found this actor after watching The Nun--he plays Frenchie. His name is Jonas Bloquet and I gotta tell you, if Loki and Fandral ever had a son, 10 out of 10 it would be this boy. That’s all. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk. 

@fandralxthexstabulous​ - don’t mind me, just tagging you for reasons

#outofmagic #fandralxthexstabulous #c; fandral #( side muse ) fandral #index; loki #filed under; inspiration #filed under; likes #index; mun #filed under; mun things #index; secondary muses #filed under; fandral #( ship ) loki x fandral

[strawwritesfic]

Thor Odinson x Female!Midgardian!Reader: Adventures in a Realm Without Divorce Court [Ch. 2]

Summary: It was supposed to be a standard Vegas trip: drinking, gambling, a night out on the town with your best friend, Jane. A bit too much of the first has you pass out–through your entire wedding! Waking up to find yourself married to your best friend’s boyfriend? Not that great. Even worse? He’s not from Earth, not by a long shot. Worse still? They don’t believe in divorce in his Realm, and you never wanted to be a princess.

Challenge:  “A Twist on ‘I Do’” by Aqua4044 on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (drinking problems; slow burn; hate to love; sexual references; jerk!Odin; not woobie!Loki; foul language; references to broken families; references to broken-off engagements; love triangles galore; siblings!Sif & Heimdall; set in between Avengers (2012) and Thor: The Dark World; not canon compliant; Jane & Reader friendship; Darcy & Reader friendship; Clint & Reader friendship; Sif & Reader friendship; Loki & Reader friendship)

Pairings: Thor/Reader; Thor/Jane; Jane/Thor/Reader; Clint/Darcy/Fandral; one sided!Sif/Thor

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

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Chapter 2: Viva Las Vegas

What had you said roughly two hundred times on your way up to Vegas? That you wanted a change of scenery. That anything was better than where you’d been; that anyone was better than who you’d been with. Well, you certainly had that much, you mused as you stared out of the hotel window. A seemingly endless stream of cars moved unsteadily eight stories down, stopping and starting at nearly every stoplight. One such car pulled a large billboard with a group of chippendales emblazoned upon it.

Given what you knew of Darcy from the nearly ten hour drive there, you had half a mind to call her to see as well. You probably would have, in fact, if not for her being embroiled in some sort of massive fight with Clint. When you turned to face the rest of the brown and white room, she was dumping his duffel bag onto the floor.

“Oh, no. I don’t think so.”

“Well, I do,” Clint said pleasantly, placing the bag back on one of the room’s two beds. Darcy stared at him, then pushed it off. He picked it up again. You sighed and rested your cheek on your palm as you watched. They’d been at it the night before, too, at the motel your group had stopped at, but it hadn’t been this bad. If only Jane had explained the room assignments before arrival, maybe then Darcy and Clint could have figured out who was sleeping where without having to argue so loudly.

“I’ve got a pretty big job to do. Why do I have to sleep on the floor?” Clint wanted to know. He was, you noticed, clearly not as into the argument as Darcy was. You could see his smirk clear across the room. She apparently could not.

“Excuse me, but I am a lady and you are not,” she said, as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Didn’t your mother teach you anything about chivalry?”

“Since when were you a lady? I thought you were a self-proclaimed badass.”

“It’s not just self-proclaimed. And I can be both, thank you very much!”

You rolled your eyes and turned to look back out the window once more. Your fingers twisted around the pink fabric of the curtains as you tried to tune the bickering out. It couldn’t be more apparent that Darcy and Clint wanted to jump each other’s bones, and Jane expected you to stay the weekend with them while she and Thor were upstairs in another room?

Not, you supposed, that they would be any better. In all your years of knowing Jane, she’d never been that happy with someone she was dating. In fact, during college, Jane didn’t date people. Sure, she went on the occasional dinner, but she was too busy working on her Einstein Rosen Bridge thesis to care much what happened to her dates. Thor was somehow different. At least he adored her just as much as she adored him; you would have had to beat him up if he didn’t.

“Did you pay for a portion of this hotel room, birdbrain?” Darcy’s voice cut into your reflections.

“No,” Clint replied.

“Then you don’t get a bed.” You heard the distinct sound of Clint’s bag hitting the wood floor for a third time. “‘Cause I’m sure [Name] doesn’t want to share her bed with you and you sure as hell aren’t sleeping with me–and the two of us paid to be here.”

Clint snorted as he bent to pick up his things, then slung the bag over his back. “Fine. I brought a sleeping bag anyway.”

“What?” Darcy practically shrieked.

“I figured I wouldn’t have a bed, so I went ahead and brought a sleeping bag. Is that a problem?”

A long silence followed those words. You kept your eyes trained to the stream of traffic. If those two started making out, you definitely did not want to see. A moment later, however, and Darcy spoke in a tone that was explicitly strained:

“You know what? Whatever. I’m going to go take a shower and get ready for tonight.”

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business!” she snapped before she slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. With a long sigh, you turned back again. Clint ignored you, already working on spreading his sleeping bag out across the black and white carpet. He smiled all the while and even chuckled once or twice.

Without speaking, you crossed the room to your bed and picked up your own small suitcase. It was light, since you didn’t have much in it. Just pajamas, a few nicer pieces of clothing, and some toiletries. You’d left your apartment in such a hurry. At least the rest of your things should have made it your mom’s place by then. You unzipped your luggage as quietly as you could. That wasn’t exactly necessary, since Clint hardly even noticed you were there. He was too busy fiddling with something of his own to bother much with you.

The dress in your hands fell back into the jumbled mess within your bag. A jolt of pain in your chest accompanied a familiar sting in your eyes; you hastily lifted your hand to wipe away a fresh wave of tears. Clint and Darcy were going to be a couple, and, yes, you’d probably have to watch them get to that point. That didn’t mean you had to cry over it. But it also didn’t mean you had to stick around and wait for her to invite him to conserve water with her. Just as silently as ever, you slipped past Clint and out into the hallway–where, of course, the tears threatened to overwhelm you again.

You jammed the elevator button as hard as you could, then squeezed your eyes shut just as hard. When the nearby doors opened, your eyes did as well. All you had to do was step into the thankfully empty lift. Breathe. Just breathe. Don’t scream. Don’t Swear. Just because Garrison turned out to be some wuss that couldn’t even bother to tell you himself that he didn’t want to get married anymore, you weren’t going to throw a tantrum in the middle of the Flamingo hotel. No, you were over tantrums. You’d made sure to get those out of your system before you’d made the trip to New Mexico. Jane thinking you were more of a mess than she already did was the last thing you wanted out of this vacation.

By the time the doors opened again, you had yourself under control for the most part. A quick look at your reflection in a hallway mirror told you that, at the very least, you hadn’t smudged your makeup. With any luck, Jane would have no idea how close you’d been to tears before arriving at her doorstep. You still needed a moment to breathe before you knocked, however.

“Couldn’t stand being around Clint and Darcy anymore?” she asked without preamble upon opening the door. You shook your head. “Join the club. Oh, and you can come in, too.”

“Thanks,” you said as you followed her inside. Jane was already a lot farther along than Darcy on her beauty routine, you noticed. She had applied her makeup and pulled her hair up into an elegant bun, and was wearing a beautiful dress the likes of which you’d never seen on her, even when you’d tried to give her makeovers when you were in school together.

“Thor is in the shower,” Jane explained unnecessarily over the hiss of water coming from the bathroom. You made a noncommittal noise in reply and plunked yourself down onto the only bed in Jane and Thor’s room. Your eyes wandered about for a minute or so. There wasn’t much of anything different to look at, unfortunately, and when they landed on Jane still standing by the television, she cocked her head to one side. “So…”

“That doesn’t sound good. Is this another lecture on life from Dr. Foster?” you said, though one end of your mouth quirked up.

“No! I don’t mean anything bad, but…I was just wondering why you quit your job. I thought you really liked it there.”

“I did. But Garrison worked there, too, you know? As part of my department. I just couldn’t handle seeing him every day. Most of the staff was invited to the wedding, too, and I didn’t want to go into the office anymore. It’s kind of hard to get any research done without at least going to library every so often, and I was basically just working from home for the last few weeks.“

“But what are you going to do now?”

“I have no idea,” you said with a wry smile. “Move back to my hometown?”

“But you hate New Mexico!”

“Yeah, but I’d be closer to you. I’d like that.” Your shoulders shrugged; suddenly you found your fingernails very interesting. “And my family. Carlos just graduated from high school, and Cooper will soon. I could help them out with college, I guess.”

“Or you could come work for me.”

You had to laugh at that. Jane was such a nice person–nice to the point of ridiculousness sometimes. “Jane, we don’t even work in the same field.”

“Just until you find other work.” She sat down next to you, as though to assure you of her eagerness with her willingness to be inside your personal bubble. “I’m sure we could use you somehow! I mean, now that the Bifrost has been fixed, there will be so much work to do! I’m actually hoping that I can expand my circle of employees.”

Your heart sank. God, you adored Jane. You could never be like her, and that was somehow nice. But the thought of her giving you such charity just upset you further. Before you could tell her thanks, but no thanks, the bathroom door clicked, and out stepped Thor, dressed to the nines in an expensive suit. He looked at both you and Jane before adjusting a cuff and asking:

“Is this correct?”

You whistled, long and low. Jane threw you a look of bashful pleasure that gave way to a laugh when you waggled your eyebrows like you had in college whenever she met a boy. Still giggling, she walked up to the Thor to adjust his tie.

“Yes, it’s correct,” she said, and then took a step back to give him a second once-over. “Wow, that’s weird.”

“It feels strange as well,” Thor confessed, shifting his shoulders against the suit jacket’s fabric. You stifled a chuckle at how uncomfortable he looked; he and Jane almost matched. “I am not used to such attire, but if it will please Selvig…”

“What, you don’t have suits where you come from?” you asked. You meant the question in jest, but Thor shook his head. “You’re kidding!” Come to think of it, he did have something of an accent. “Where are you from?”

Both Thor and Jane froze. His blue eyes found Jane’s face; her mouth fell into a near-perfect “o” for about five seconds before she answered:

“Canada.”

Your eyebrows pressed up. “They don’t have suits in Canada?”

Thor smiled. “It’s very northern…Canada.”

“Right,” you said after an awkward pause. Jane must have noticed it, because she clapped until the two of you looked at her.

"We’re going to be late,” she said. Thor immediately found his place next to her and grabbed her hand. You felt your cheeks warm at the sight and looked away. “[Name], are you ready?”

You looked pointedly down at the shirt you were wearing. It still had wrinkles from that morning’s drive. Perhaps Jane had learned mind reading since you’d last seen her, since the next thing she said was:

“That’s okay. You don’t have to dress up.”

“And waste the opportunity?” You tried your best to smile at her.

Jane only frowned in response. “If you don’t want to go back to your room, you can borrow something of mine.”

“I really doubt that would work,” you answered, and gestured at your chest. She appeared to get the message, because she winced slightly. Her eyes darted to Thor, but the frown pulling at his lips indicated that differences in breast sizes were not something they had in northern Canada either. With a sigh, you settled back onto the bed pillows. “I’m not really up for socialization tonight anyway, Jane. I’m sorry.”

“Are you sure? You’ll miss the show.”

“Yeah.” Listening to Clint and Darcy argue in your room was quite enough time with couples for you that day. Still, you didn’t want Jane to think it had anything to do with her, so you forced a smile. “I’m probably just gonna go downstairs and get a drink.”

Teeth flashed against her lower lip. You could tell that when Jane looked at you again, she didn’t feel quite right about leaving you there. A wave at the door behind them would set her on her way, you hoped.

“Seriously, Jane. Don’t worry about me. You and Thor go have fun.”

“And Darcy and Clint,” she added.

“Yeah, them, too. All the happy couples should go off and have fun.”

Jane opened her mouth, presumably to apologize, but then must have thought better of that. She forced the smile that time, and then she and Thor turned to exit. Right before they did so, however, Jane looked back at you.

“You can stay here until we get back, if you want. Get away from Clint and Darcy.”

“What, and prevent you having a good time with Thor when you get back?” Jane choked out a completely incomprehensible protest; you laughed and waved her toward the door again. “Seriously, Jane. Just go have fun. Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl.”

“Text me if you change your mind?”

“Promise.”

Before the door fully swung shut behind the two of them, you heard Thor’s deep rumble of a voice say something to Jane, and she laughed again. The silence struck soon after, leaving you with nothing but yourself and your uncomfortable thoughts in the empty hotel room. Why was Jane suddenly so lucky with guys? Why was everyone but you suddenly so lucky with guys? On the rare occasions that men noticed Jane in college, she couldn’t be bothered to notice them. You had been the one that went out, the wild child, the one that crammed in study sessions at four the morning before the test while Jane had everything but her love and sex lives planned down to the smallest detail.

Maybe that was the problem. You weren’t organized enough; you just weren’t as goal-oriented or intelligent as Jane. Maybe you slept with too many people. Maybe you weren’t pretty or optimistic enough. But you’d never know, because Garrison hadn’t had the balls to tell you just what his problem was. You were going to be all alone forever! If only you’d modeled yourself more after Jane. If only you’d taken more of her advice in school. Because even after your vacation in Vegas, you still had to go back home, where your mother would be waiting with fluttering hands and soft pity and warm tea.

You stood up abruptly at the burning in your chest. God, when were you going to leave that behind you? It was just a stupid wedding; Garrison was just another stupid guy in your growing list of failed engagements. But even in Las Vegas you couldn’t get away from thinking about him, and what had ended up being so wrong with you. With a sudden rush of inspiration, you got to your feet and marched out of Jane and Thor’s room.

Maybe there wasn’t any place on Earth to get away from your feelings–but that wouldn’t stop you from trying what the place you were in offered. Booze had definitely been your friend in college. It looked as though you were going to buddy up with it again.

******

It was close to the midnight hour by the time Jane and Thor returned to their room. Just as you had said, you had vacated the premises, which was not cause for worry in and of itself. Forty-five minutes later, however, and Darcy called to say you were not in her room either. Neither she nor Clint had any idea where you had gone, and no matter how many times Jane called your cellular device, no one ever picked up.

And so it was that Thor found himself picking through the lower floor of the hotel, looking for you while Jane waited in the room in case you called her back. The acrid smell of some sort of burning sticks the Midgardians breathed in filled the air, but he was determined that that should not distract him, nor should the flashing machines into which most of the crowd were putting their money.

At last he came to the bar. Upon Thor’s first glance, he very nearly left immediately, as there was certainly a crowd, but no one smirking or laughing like the [Name] from the journey to this town. There were several people slumped over at the bar, however, and on closer inspection, he discovered that one such woman was, in fact, you.

“[Name],” he said as he strode closer. You did not respond; he placed a hand on your shoulder and shook as gently as he could. “[Name]?”

With a groan he could barely hear over the banging and beeping in the rest of the room, you sat up and looked blearily about until your eyes landed upon him.

“Thor?” you rasped. “What are you doing here?”

“Jane is worried. She sent me to find you.”

“Great,” you said. There was a distinct slur to your voice that made him frown. “Now she’s going to think I’m even more pathetic.”

He took a seat next to you, and scooted closer. Although he himself had never been what the Midgardians referred to as “drunk,” he knew the symptoms well enough, as even those on Asgard could suffer from the condition on rare occasions. “Why would Jane think you were pathetic?”

“Because I am,” you said as your head flopped back onto your arms. “I’m here getting drunk alone in Vegas when I could be out having fun, and every guy I’ve dated has broken up with me. God. You’re so nice, coming to get me. Jane’s lucky. I wish I could find someone nice.”

“I am sure you will find someone nice someday,” Thor said, though if he were honest, he was not quite sure what you were on about. He did not have much experience with women–only his mother, Sif, and Loki on occasion. Never human women, and he hadn’t the faintest idea what you were doing, getting drunk over some gentleman that had decided to abandon you without comment. It seemed quite a waste of time in his eyes.

“No, I won’t. Because I’m the problem. I’m a horrible person.”

“Jane likes you. I am sure you are a delightful woman.”

“Sure. Tell that to my two ex-fiancés.” Quite suddenly, you began to cry. Thor had the feeling it was all the alcohol in your system, but he still hated to see that, and knew that your sadness would cause Jane to suffer as well. He began to pat you gingerly on the back, all the while looking about himself so that he could shield you should any prying eyes catch you in your moment of weakness.

“If there is anything I can do,” he said,” you have but to speak it.”

“Yeah, sure.” Your voice grew quieter and quieter; your tears began to stop as well. “Unless you can get me married before the end of this weekend, there’s no hope for me.”

“Then I shall do it. You have my word.”

You snorted. “Right.”

A moment later, and you fell entirely silent. The long, deep breaths of slumber began to issue from your nose. Thor watched as his mind raced. You were sad. You being sad made Jane sad. The only way to make you happy was to get you married, which lead to the logical assumption that the only way to make Jane happy was to get you married.

Before any of the other gentlemen at the bar could take advantage of your vulnerable position, Thor scooped you up into his arms. Luckily, no one seemed the slightest bit concerned that he was taking you somewhere in such a condition. Even more luckily, Thor knew just the place for marriages. Thank goodness Jane had showed him some of the drive-thru chapels on the tour earlier. Otherwise, the vacation might have turned out a complete disappointment.

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[wolfish-trickster]

Lost traveler

5/?

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 573

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld

Summary: A mysterious traveler visits Asgard and thanks to an accident has to stay for longer than she expected. Bonds are created but also shattered along the way.

A/N: reader has elemental powers, something like avatar the last airbender.

Sun was finally setting. Chirping of birds was replaced by owls howling. A cold breeze ruffled your hair. The entire forest became calmer. You loved it.

You wanted to be alone for a few while and enjoy the tranquility of the night time. So you volunteered to gather wood for bonfire.

Unfortunately Thor and Fandral went with you, more to show off their muscles than help you. Both of them were....odd. They wanted to be around you all the time, telling you of their strength and abilities (Thor wanted to show you some of his lightnings but got quickly turned down by Loki) and generaly tried to impress you.

You soon found out that Thor is a god of thunder, not a lightning thrower like you previously thought. Loki was god of mischief and chaos.

Sif told you she was to be the goddess of fertility but thretened you to keep it a secret

The rest were also gods, but they didn't have a certain domains like princes. They were just warrior gods.

When you returned with arms full of twigs and branches Loki, Volstagg, Hogun and Sif were already sitting around a circle made from stones. Loki jumped to help you and all of you started to place one branch after another inside the stone circle.

"I will lit it," Thor annoumced after you finished.

"Thor, I already told you, your powers are unstable. You can't use them otherwise you will hurt everybody around you!" Loki scolded him.

"Relax, it will be alright. Everybody, stay back," Thor pushed you behind him as his fingers started to sparkle. Suddenly a loud noise teared through the air as a giant lightning striked from the sky. But to a nearby tree, not the fire place.

"Perfect Thor, just perfect," Loki took out the fire from the burning tree with his magic. He played around with flames a little while longer. You watched him transform them into a bird and make it fly around you. You giggled at his tricks.

"Show off," Thor spat

"Look who's talking. I'm not the one who took off his shirt whenever she was watching," Loki grinned.

You ignored them and their argument. Your fingers were itching. You desperately wanted to firebend, but you couldn't. Not yet.

Sif nudged you. "They are like giant kids, aren't they?"

"Siblings argue. It's like their specialty," you shrugged.

"You seem like a sibling professional. Do you have one?"

You watched as Loki made the bonfire inbetween arguments. "No, but I met a lot of them on my travels," you both sat down as did the others.

"Speaking of travels, can I ask you something?" Hogun sat to your other side.

"Sure."

Loki plopped down directly opposite of you. "If you want to know where she is from, she won't tell. I tried," he smirked at you.

"I can't reveal everything the first day! Gotta keep some of my secrets," you laughed.

"That was not what I wanted to know. I meant to ask you if you've been to Midgard?" Hogun brought your attention back to him.

"Depends on what it looks like."

"Well," he began, "it's full of forests, animals, small stone villages,-"

"Don't forget mortals," Thor interrupted.

"Mortals?"

Thor nodded. "Aye. They are small, weak, quite dumb."

"From what I've read," Loki slipped in, "they aren't dumb. They are just slow learners."

Thor rolled his eyes. "Where's the difference?"

"The difference is, dear brother mine, that you only have to tell them once to not use their powers."

Thor showed him what you suspect to be a lewd gesture. In response Loki blew him a kiss.

You giggled. "No, I don't think I've been there. Why are you asking? Have you visited it?"

All of them shooktheir heads. "The Allfather forbade us to travel across the nine realms. He says we aren't old enough."

"Oh," you sighed.

"May I ask Astrid?" Volstagg broke the silence. "What is the most interesting place you've visited," Volstagg took his chance

You thought for a while. All of the planets are interesting in their own way. "Hmmm, I don't know. One of the more exciting planets has to be Pandora I guess. I have stayed there with a Na'vi clan and they showed me how to hunt and survive in woods. There are giant mountains hovering in the air with beautiful waterfals and the whole planet glows at night and there are dragons and giant wolves and spiritual trees," you counted down from memmory.

"Sounds exciting indeed. I must visit it someday," Loki mused.

"You must! It's really easy to find it. It's a blue planet rotating around a gas giant."

"So it is techicaly a moon, correct?"

"Yeah, it is," you said excitedly. You finaly had someone to talk to. Frigga was right, you will find a friwnd among them.

"Booo, nerds," Sif made fun of you two. "Now tell me, are at least these Na'vi guys handsome and strong? You can hardly find any good material among this," she gestured to boys sitting around fire.

"I will preted I haven't heard that," Fandral brushed his fingers through his hair.

"If you are into blue giants," you shrugged.

The atmosphere changed suddenly. It was no longer lighthearted and playful. All of them had a stone hard cold stare. You shifted in your seat. Did you say something wrong?

Thor coughed. "We don't really get along with blue giant folk," he fisted chunks of grass by his sides.

"What you just described wasn't Jotunheim, was it?" Hogun asked.

"It can't be. Jotunheim is a frozen piece of a rock. She said Pandora has floating mountains and rivers," Loki burried his dagger into earth at his feet.

"Are there also blue giants on Jotunheim?" you chose your words carefully.

"Yes, it's the land of Frost Giants. Monsters we talk about at night."

Hogun cleared his throat. "I have seen the injury they cause. On one soldier a long time ago. His whole arm was frozen and black as coal. I heard aome healers in halls talking abouthis whoel arm falling off when they touched it."

"They say," Thor said in a dark tone, "they know a secret passage through realms. And one day, they will invade Asgard and freeze everyone in their path. When they comw here, I swear to all my ancestors I will-"

His telling interrupted a distant screech from mountain which startled everyone. It sounded familiar, you just didn't know where from.

"I think that's a cue to shift to another story," Sif said.

"Agreed," everyone said simultaniously.

~~~

Cracking wood lulled everybody to sleep. After hours and hours of war stories and forgotten legends one by one young warriors and a traveler laid to get rest.

Loki had a light sleep. His mind was still wrapped around Frost Giants. How theymight enter Asgard any second and slaughter them all in their sleep. If what Thor told was true.

A sound of someone standing up and walking away woke him completely. He knew how each person's step sounded, this was unfamiliar one. 'Where are you going little traveler?'

He stood up and followed you, hidden in shadows.

You stopped near a river deep in the forest. Asgardian moon shone bright in its water.

He watched you sit down next to it and stare at the night sky through oak leaves.

Just as he wanted to walk towards you, you started to play with little droplets of water in the air.

"What a turn of events," you dropped them upon hearing his voice.

"Loki, you- why are you up? Did I wake you?"

"No," he sat down next to you, "you didn't."

You started to fidget with your fingers. "How much did you see?"

"Enough. Why didn't you tell me you were a sorcorer as well?"

"A what?"

Loki chuckled. "You called me a warlock, remember? We call those who deal with magic sorcorers. One of their ability is aquakinesis."

"Huh?" you looked so cute when you were confused. Loki made note to confuse youmore often.

"Water control."

"Oh, sorry. I call it waterbending."

Loki hummed. "Makes sense."

"Sooo," you looked at him, "are you going to tell them?" you pointed towards where the group was sleeping.

"Why would I? It's your power. Your secret. You tell them when you are ready. But," he pulled a ball of water from the river and held it above his palm, "I can teach you more of that waterbending than just control few droplets. If you'd like me to, that is."

You smiled. "I'd like that. Oh and by the way," you looked to side and scratched your head, "Astrid isn't my real name."

"I know."

"What?" you looked at him startled.

"I can tell when people are lying, and you," he placed his palm on your shoulder, "are a terrible liar," he chuckled.

Your giggle joined his. "Sounds fair. Anyways, I'm Y/N," you axtended your hand.

Loki took it in his own and bowed his head. "Pleasure to meet you Y/N. I am Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief," and hopefully he can add 'your friend' to the list of titles.

#loki x reader #loki odinson #loki #thor odinson #loki fluff #young loki #young thor

[lokislittlesigyn]

OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.6 [Escape From Asgard]

[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: Technically sort of nudity? Nothing is described, and the context is purely medical. It’s all at the end so if you’d like to skip that last bit, go right ahead.

Author’s Note: rewatching thor 1 tonight filled me with the itch to post more OG. I love seeing people enjoy this little story - and I hope it lives up to your expectations! <3

Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission To be added to the taglist, just ask me here or send a message! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, Sigyn stood in the throne room along with Fandral, Volstagg, Odin, and a handful of Einherjar. Everyone had to be caught up to speed: The Dark Elves had returned, after so many thousands of years, and attacked. Murdered Queen Frigga.

Worse, now they were gone without a trace.

"We are still unable to restore the palace shields. Our artillery cannot detect them, even Heimdall cannot see them." Fandral looked at Odin, "My King, we are all but defenseless."

Odin remained still, pondering, until Thor entered.

"She's your prisoner now?"

Sigyn glanced at Thor. They must have Jane. She clenched her jaw and looked to Odin, wondering if, perhaps, grief clouded his judgement.

Odin turned to Thor, who commanded, "Leave us."

The Einherjar, along with Fandral and Volstagg, bowed and left. Sigyn followed, giving Thor a meaningful glance as she passed.

Be wise, brother.

Sigyn left slowly, lingering a while in the shadows. Listening as Thor conveyed a plan, and Odin disregarded it.

"We will fight! Until the last Asgardian breath, the last drop of Asgardian blood." The king clutched his spear, leaning on it.

Haven't enough died already?

There was a pause before Thor spoke again. "Then how are you different from Malekith?"

Odin laughed. "The difference, my son, is that I will win." Then, beating Gungnir on the ground, he dismissed Thor.

Winning. As if victory would bring her back. As if it would change anything. Victory is nothing without the ones we love. Sigyn shook her head, storming out of the room.

~~~~

Odin soon commanded the Bifrost remain closed and established a war council.

As usual, Sigyn was not invited. She decided against barging in. If Odin was beyond reason, time would be wasted on him.

Besides, they had enough problems to deal with. Beyond the Dark Elves’ return, the Aether had infected Jane, and if they did not act soon, the universe itself could be lost.

Sigyn closed a tome she had been studying. Runes, depicting magical forcefields... And how to counteract them.

She made her way to a case off in the side of her room, grabbing one of Loki's lesser-used daggers - until now, it had been left exclusively on display. She placed it in a sheath on her thigh, which was concealed under her skirt. Then, walking over to the mirror, she studied herself.

Time changes us all, she mused, But how strange that it changed me so quickly. One year out of hundreds, and life has become so... Different. She gazed out the window.

Afternoon. Golden sun bathed all of Asgard in brilliant light, the sky so clear and cloudless that even now, stars shone a little in the distance.

If not for the fact the Dark Elves could attack at any time, it could be considered a perfect day.

Every passing minute was agony.

We must act - we can’t wait for Malekith to strike first. Thor had a plan.. He would know what to do. Sigyn straightened up. If I can be of service to him...

She quickly turned, throwing on her special black cloak before jogging off to find Thor.

~~~~

That night, Thor, Fandral, Sif, Heimdall, Volstagg - and for once, Sigyn, met in the dead of night. They sat around a candlelit table in the back room of a tavern, concealed by the darkness.

Thor was first to speak. "What I'm about to ask of you is treason of the highest order. Success will bring us exile and failure shall mean our death...

...Malekith knew the Aether was here, he can sense its power. If we do nothing he will come for it again, but this time lay waste to all of Asgard. We must move Jane off world."

"The Bifrost has been shut down and the Tesseract locked away in a vault," Sif noted, followed by Heimdall.

"There are other paths off Asgard, ways known only to a few."

Thor leaned over the table. "One, actually."

Sigyn's heart fluttered in her chest.

"No." Volstagg said, earning a warning glance from Sigyn. Their gazes met, then broke as they turned back to Thor.

Fandral sighed. "He will betray you."

"He will try." Thor responded.

"Of course he will," Sigyn leaned closer, "But if he has enough incentive to help you, then he will fight for you until his dying breath. If nothing else, Loki is useful to you. He's miserable in that cell..."

Thor looked at her intently. Fandral raised his brows, watching her.

Sigyn's face flushed as she realized her mistake. She cleared her throat.

".. I may have visited him."

"May?" Fandral smirked.

"How did you get past the guards?" Thor's eyes never wavered. Sigyn tilted her head at him and lifted her hood, disappearing from sight.

"Oh, Sigyn.." Volstagg sighed. "Loki's all but ruined her." He lamented as Sigyn dropped the hood again, unable to contain a mischievous smirk.

"Did you know?" Thor turned to Heimdall, who shook his head.

"No."

I fooled the gatekeeper? Sigyn glanced down at her cloak. You deserve a name, my tricky friend.

"Well, what then?” Fandral piped up, “Your lovely mortal is being guarded by a legion of our Einherjar who will see you coming from miles away."

Thor looked at Sif. "I won't be the one who comes for her."

Sif met Thor's gaze. "And what of the Allfather?"

Now Heimdall spoke. "It is my sworn duty to notify him of crimes against the throne."

"Assuming you can get Loki's help, and you can free this mortal - what good would it do?" Volstagg huffed, growing agitated, "We'd all be dead the minute we step one foot outside the palace."

"That, my friend, is where we won't be leaving by foot." Thor answered.

"It's settled, then. Each of you know what you must do." Sigyn looked at Thor, "But what of me? Even with this," she motioned to the cloak, "I'm still the trickster's wife. Not to be trusted."

"That is precisely why you are needed," Thor smirked slightly, "You will help guarantee Loki is on our side."

~~~~

Thor walked down to the dungeons, seemingly alone. Approached Loki's cell, where the ebony-haired god was waiting.

The inside of his cell was perfect.. Too perfect. Immaculately clean and put-together, like its lone tenant, who watched Thor with a critical gaze.

"Thor.." Loki walked up to the barrier. "After all this time and now you come to visit me." He stopped. "Why?” He sneered, “Have you come to gloat? To mock?"

"Loki, enough." Thor remained straight-faced. "No more illusions."

The trickster's eyes widened, then defeated, he disappeared.

The true Loki appeared in the far end of the cell - which was revealed to be a complete wreck, destroyed furniture strewn about it. He was sitting there against the far wall, just as disheveled as the messy room around him.

Ragged.

Heartbroken.

"Now you see me, brother."

Thor walked closer to him.

"Did she suffer?" Loki watched him. His eyes were tinted red - he'd been crying.

"I did not come here to share in our grief. Instead I offer you the chance of a far richer sacrament."

Loki's gaze darkened. "Go on."

Thor watched him intently. "I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me escape Asgard and I will grant it to you, vengeance. And afterward, this cell."

Loki examined the cell, then looking back at Thor, chuckled. "You must be truly desperate to come to me for help."

Thor turned, slowly walking away.

"What makes you think you can trust me?"

"I don't." Thor stopped and faced him again. "Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with the glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you -

You betray me, and I will kill you."

Loki paused a moment, then hummed. Smiled. "When do we start?"

Thor looked to his right and gave a single, firm nod.

Next to him, Sigyn appeared, the hood of her cloak now pulled down. Loki leaned forward from the wall, his eyes wide and trained on her, glancing over her tear stained cheeks. He gulped.

"Hello, my love." She cast a spell, holding the energy in her hands, "I believe we start now."

~~~~

Sigyn guided Loki to a small room where his armor was waiting. Remained quiet as she traced the frayed edges of his shirt - a physical reminder of the rage, the despair he felt from Frigga’s death.

He shifted his weight and they locked eyes. There was a distinct pain behind them. The very same pain she had seen before, when he was brought before Odin... Her hands made their way down his waist, eventually pulling off his shirt. She swallowed, almost afraid to touch him - it felt like ages since they’d been this close.

He watched her, quiet, and helped remove his other ragged clothes in turn. Finally, he broke the silence.

"That cloak, where did you get it?"

Sigyn looked at him. "I made it." She grabbed a healing stone and crushed it, forcing herself to remain steady as she healed a scrape on his exposed side. 

"You enchanted it yourself?"

She hummed an agreement.

Loki raised his brows, shifting his weight and cocking one hip. He grabbed his nearby dark green undershirt, pulling it on.

"It was.. It was Frigga’s idea. She showed me the right spells… Hold still," she now healed a wound on his leg, trying desperately to ignored the fact her face felt warm. "We have to do this quickly."

Loki obliged, craning his neck to see the spot she’d healed. “It’s just a bit sore.” He adjusted his shirt.

“I’m sorry..” She stood, helping him dress, wishing they could stay like this - her, tending to him, finally seeing him, finally close to him...

But they had to hurry.

“Don’t be, you did fine.” He still spoke gently. “I can handle this much,” he offered, and she grabbed a comb, urging him to sit while she set to untangling his messy locks.

"I’m sorry we don’t have more time," she murmured, trying to be gentle.

He adjusted his sleeves, pulling on his bracers. "Thor wouldn’t allow that. Though I’m sure you asked anyway."

"It was worth a try.." She ran her hands through his hair, tucking it back behind his ears. "I had hoped to at least see you, let you bathe, let you sleep properly.."

"I’m an enemy of Asgard, remember? We don’t have such luxuries." He pulled his boots on, then stood. 

Sigyn set the comb aside, stepping in front of him.

He was beautiful.

Clad in his colors, his body healed, he looked more like himself. And his eyes… Still shielded and colder than before, but now they looked at her intently, taking in the sight of her as long as they could.

"After all this, Odin will see you as a hero." She reached up to caress his cheek. "I’ll make sure of it.. Then we can be together again."

Loki was silent. He placed his hand over hers, keeping it close.

"I promise." She moved closer, their bodies touching, her lips hardly an inch from his, she could feel his soft breath on her skin-

Knock knock.

Thor. He was still waiting outside. Sigyn pulled away. "We have to go."

Loki’s shoulders dropped, and he nodded. "Well. Let’s not keep them waiting."

#loki x sigyn #loki fanfic #logyn #OG616 #thor: the dark world

[hela-avenger]

poison & wine- part 23

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1095

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: Keep an eye out on Saturday for a Bonus Training Scene! Shoot me an ask/message if you’ll like to be tagged to the series!

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Loki tightens the strap on your side before finally releasing you. You felt stiff and weighed down. All of the armor Loki had deemed necessary for you to wear was on your person and it was making you immobile. 

“So you get to wear your usual leather outfit and I have to wear all this,” you complain as you look down at the metal garbage that covers your arms and legs. “I can’t move.” 

“Would you prefer your usual dress and heels?” Loki offers. “I’m sure that’ll help you.” 

“At least I’ll be able to walk,” you mutter. “How am I supposed to fight if I can’t move?”

“Well, if all goes well, you shouldn’t have to fight at all.” 

Loki is still inspecting all of your armor pieces distracting himself in the menial task. You knew he was stalling. You just didn’t know why.

“Hey,” you call out to him. “What’s wrong?” 

“One simple lie has placed you into such terrible danger,” Loki sighs out. “And yet you face it with no fear.” 

“I have no reason to be afraid,” you answer. “You’ll be there with me.”

Loki’s surprise at your response is obvious on his face and you simply smile up at him.

“So enough with this,” you state as you start to undo the plates on your arms. “You’ve worried enough about me. It’s time for me to worry about you so… why aren’t you wearing any protection? You’re the one actually fighting this thing.”

“I’ve fought worse with less,” Loki answers. “I’ll be fine as is.” 

“If you say so,” you whisper, finally being able to stretch your arms and legs out. Loki doesn’t seem too pleased with your mobility but knew there was no point in arguing with you. “How about we get things started?” 

Loki snaps into focus and nods. 

“Right, tell me,” Loki states. “Do you have any experience with weapons?” 

“I know how to shoot a gun.” 

“Yes, well, Asgard isn’t very fond of that barbaric weapon so you’ll have to make do with the bare basics; a sword and the dagger I gifted you.” 

Loki states as he pulls out a sword from the armory. 

“Not that I don’t appreciate this at all,” you state as you take the sword from him. “But I thought you were gonna teach me how to use my magic.” 

“It’s called seidr,” Loki corrects as he leads you to the training grounds. “And we will get to those lessons soon enough. I need to see what you’re capable of.” 

Loki apparates a sword out of nowhere and takes a fighting stance against you.  

“Right, ok,” you mutter under your breath as you raise your own sword. “Well, this is heavier than I thought.” 

You expect some sort of countdown but Loki is quick. His sword hits yours causing it to fly out of your hand. You let out a sigh and look up at him. 

“How about we try close combat?”

“There should be no need for you to get close to anything,” Loki argues as he picks up your sword and hands it to you again. “Now let’s try again.” 

“Loki…” you sigh. “You said I had no fighting chance. Why are we wasting time in training me with a sword when we could be doing something more productive? Like the seidr.”

“Yes, Loki,” a voice calls out from behind you. “Why waste this precious lady’s time?” 

Loki’s jaw tightens. A scowl settling into his face as he glared at the person behind you prompting you to turn around to see who it is.

A man in silver armor steps into the arena with a woman by his side. The man was grinning while the woman seemed to wish to be anywhere else but there.  

“It’ll be best to teach her how to run, Loki,” he continues with a chuckle. “You won’t be able to keep her safe by pure magic tricks.”

“I’ve reserved the training grounds for a private practice,” Loki answers ignoring his mocking commentary. “What are you doing here?” 

“Thought I’ll come say hi,” he answers. “Meet the poor soul that has the tragedy to court you.” 

“Excuse me?” you can’t help but respond. You didn’t have much of a tolerance for a bully. Especially one who expected you to be a damsel in distress in need of his help. “And you are?” 

“Sir Fandral,” he introduces as he takes a step forward. He offers his hand for you to take but you ignore it. Fandral clears his throat and simply smiles, tucking his hand back behind him. “And this is the Lady Sif. You must be the Lady Y/N of Midgard.” 

“I am,” you answer, recognizing their names. “You’re Thor’s friends.” 

“Ah, so you know of us,” Fandral smiles. “That’s great.” 

“Thor speaks highly of you,” you continue. “I don’t see it.” 

Fandral’s grin falls while Loki snorts behind you. Fandral glances at Lady Sif who simply shrugs. She looked bored. As if she was used to being dragged into menial pissing contests. 

“You interrupted our practice,” you state. “Do you mind if we return to it?”

“Right, yes,” Fandral stammers out in surprise. “We shall leave you to it.” 

Fandral bows his head and turns to leave but the Lady Sif has yet to do the same. She looks at you as if she was still trying to make sense of your own character.

“Perhaps it’ll be best if you switched to a shortsword,” she suggests. “It’ll be lighter and more agile to move for a beginner. I can teach you how…” 

“Thanks for the suggestion but I can teach her just fine,” Loki interrupts her.

“I was speaking to her.” 

Though Sif’s help would be useful she was only offering it in spite Loki as a way of undermining him.

“Like he said,” you answer. 

Sif just sighs and nods reluctantly. 

“My offer still stands,” Sif states before turning to Loki. “You know she needs it for what’s to come.” 

Loki glares at her as she walks away so you simply obstruct his view of her. He looks at you pensively before motioning to your sword. You offer it to him and he simply casts it aside. You’re surprised at the act but he doesn’t allow you a chance to question him as he starts to speak.

“We’ll start off with protective spells,” Loki states. “From there, we’ll move to the attack.”

“Attack?” 

Loki takes a deep breath and nods. 

“Let’s hope you’ll have no use for it,” he answers. “Now, let’s begin.”

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[mischiefthedreamerx]

The Battle Of Fancy Words

Synopsis: Young Thor gets bored and invades Loki in the library. Loki is determined to prove he is smarter than his brother. A dictionary is involved.

A/N: Honestly this is just a humours fic.. XD I don't really know the human equivalent of how young they are in this fic so just imagine it however you want.

- - - -

Price Loki sat in the far corner between two tall book shelves of the grand library, away from anyone as much as possible. It was another scorching hot day and the library was one of the places to avoid the heat and as a bonus to avoid his brother for some peace and quiet. Thor avoided the library like it was a plague. He only ever came if he was ordered to do so or when Loki attempted to convince him to come so he'd help Thor with his studies. Thor had managed about 40 minutes till he began to become restless. Mother had said Thor's method of learning was simply different to his but you couldn't pass your studies by throwing fists and using weapons..

Though unfortunately today was not the day where Loki would be left in peace. Loki swore that he was seeing things when he noticed Thor searching around the library. Loki sunk low in his sit, hovering the book over his face. It didn't take long for Thor to locate him.

"Brother!" He spoke loudly, waving up a hand. Loki sighed and took down the book. His brother marched over and sat down at the table smiling. Loki was unable to hide his surprised expression.

"What has befallen you to come to a place you so greatly love to avoid, Thor?" He asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I've come to visit you.. and...read!" He picked up a random book from the table, inspecting it like something foreign.

"I appreciate the kind gesture but I'm doing perfectly fine without you disturbing me." Loki protested, flicking through a page in his book. "Have your friends abandoned you?"

Thor began to absent-mindedly play with the book by flipping through the pages back and forth. "Fandral and the others have left for Vanaheim this morning and Father forbid me to come." Thor sighed.

Loki smirked, eyes down in his book. "I wonder why..."

"That incident was not my fault the last time we went." Thor said, defending himself.

"No, of course. It never seems to be your fault.” Loki said, still showing no interest in his brother. Thor leaned over to snatch the book from Loki's hand in one swift movement. Loki couldn't help but be impressed.

"Hey!" He spoke in a harsh whisper. Loki was not risking getting kicked out due to Thor's presence being loud.

Thor looked at the book, reading the title. "The Art Of illusional Manipulation... sounds very exciting." He passed the book back.

Loki rolled his eyes. "It is actually."

"What book would for recommend for me?" Thor said with enthusiasm, Loki at least appreciated the attempt.

Loki waved a hand to the book shelves. "Take a look for yourself."

Thor slumped into his seat. “You're no fun when you’re like this, brother." He huffed out.

"Like what?" Loki inquired.

Thor shrugged trying to think of a response. "Being so boring."

"You don't have a very wide vocabulary do you, brother?" Loki mused, then he smirked; an idea formed in his mind. Thor looked worrisome at his brother's expression.

"Brother, I do not trust that look on your face. It only means trouble.”

Loki stood up and walked to the nearest shelve and reached up for a small heavy paged book.

"I challenge you" — Loki placed the book on the table — "to a duel! Do you wish to accept?"

"A duel with a.." Thor picked up the book. "a dictionary?

Loki nodded. "This is a challenge to prove how smart your vocabulary skills truly are. I will search for words and you shall give me the definition of said word." This was Loki's territory now and he was loving it. He knew Thor could never resist a challenge.

"I accept." Thor said with pride. Loki took the dictionary and flicked through the pages. Thor straightened his shoulders.

Loki trailed a finger down a chosen page. "Ah, here's a good one. What does..elucidate mean?"

Thor mumbled out a bunch of sounds in disbelief. "That's not fair!" But Loki waited patiently, the smirk never leaving.

"Do you give up?" Loki asked.

"At least give me a clue!" Thor pleaded.

"It's something I often have to do for you."

Thor rested his hand on his chin in deep thought, peering into his brother's eyes as if the answer lay right in front of him. To Thor's frustration, Loki remained quiet, refusing to give in to his brother's silent plea.

Thor threw his hands up. "This is impossible!" He said, a little too loud. One of the librarians came around the corner to shush them.

"Sorry." Loki apologised on his brother's behalf, he raised a silent eyebrow in Thor's direction then returned to give him the answer.

"To elucidate means to explain or make something clear to understand." Loki said, without needing the dictionary to read the definition again.

"That was too hard." Thor said.

"Is the mighty Thor backing down from a challenge?" Loki remarked with amusement.

"Absolutely not. Give me another."

Loki again flicked through the pages. "This is an easier one; vexatious."

Thor still looked just as pained as before.

Loki sighed. "It is currently what I'm doing to you." He said, giving his brother another guess before he'd ask for one.

"Doubting my intelligence?" Thor guessed.

"Not quite, though I appreciate the attempt. It means to cause or tend to cause annoyance and frustration.” Loki answered.

Thor sat back folding his arms. “I don’t wish to play this game anymore.”

“Because you’re loosing?”

“Because you’re gloating!” Thor whispered in displeasure.

“Am not.” Loki lied.

“Give me the damn book! ” Thor accepted the dictionary from his brother’s hands.

Thor took some time to flick through the pages till he stopped on a random page to have a good look.

"This word describes me perfectly." Thor smiled brightly.

"That narrows it down well then." Loki grumbled.

Thor ignored him and said the word with a sense of pride as if this would be his moment he'd finally outsmart Loki "Indomitable."

Loki shook his head. "Impossible to subdue or defeat. Sorry to tear down your ever growing ego but that does not describe you perfectly."

Thor closed the book a little too loudly and slouched back into his seat, turning his head to the side away from his brother.

Loki frowned, feeling quite taken back from Thor's sudden yet odd silence. Loki stayed quiet waiting for Thor to hit him with a sarcastic comeback. But it never came.

The silence between them continued to grow. Loki gazed around the room to avoid the awkwardness then he slowly reached to grab the dictionary and took his time to search for word. Minuets dragged by till Loki spoke up.

"Resolute." Loki said. Thor made no single move to reply for a few moments,still avoiding him.

Then he decided to speak in irritation. "I'm not playing your silly game anymore, Loki."

Without replying, Loki slid the book across the table. Narrowing his eyes downwards at the page to encourage his sulking brother to read the definition of the word.

Thor picked it up to find the word. "Resolute: admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering.." Thor blinked a few times in confusion. Loki make eye contact with his brother, mischievous expression now gone. In its place was something more sympathetic, his head lightly hanging low.

It took Thor some time to make the connection between the meaning of the word and Loki's change in expression.

"You..chose that word to describe me?" He pointed to himself.

"Yes." Was all Loki could say.

"Oh, well.. thank you, Loki!" Thor smiled brightly in gratitude, he had not expected this sudden turn of events. Mother had once explained to Thor in private how it often took a lot for Loki to be genuine with his feelings because it made him feel vulnerable. Thor could never really understand how simply being sincere to someone could make you feel vulnerable, but Loki was who he was.

"I suppose you aren't always so vexatious." Thor spoke again, using one of the words Loki found from the dictionary. That gained a smile from his brother.

The smile only widened inside some wicked when Loki said; "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Thor frowned, though he did not have time to speak when suddenly a book from the shelf behind him fell on to his head. Thor's eyes widened as he searched from left to right finding who was the fool to dare throw a book at him until he heard the sound of Loki snickering.

"Loki..!" Thor warned. Loki did not cease at laughing. Another book fell on to Thor and this time he had the perfect opportunity to retaliate whilst Loki was busy trying to contain his laughter.

The heavy dictionary met Loki's once laughing face and he fell off his chair onto the floor. In an instant, Loki waved a quick hand of magic but luckily this time Thor was expecting this to happen, giving him extra time to avoid the flying book from the shelf on Loki's side.

As Thor dodged the oncoming book, it collided into the bookshelf behind him causing several other books to fall off the shelf.

"Ha! You missed." Thor said, victorious. Though the feeling did not last for long when the sound of heavy footsteps came their way.

"Boys! This is your final warning." The librarian raised her voice.

The two princes exchanged a glance.

"Go, go, go!" Loki said eagerly, scrambling up from the floor. As if they both read each other’s minds, they began to make a run for it towards the doors exiting the library.

"Prince Loki, I expected better from you!" The librarian continued in a rage of disappointment watching them as they ran through the large library. Running was also forbidden too.

The two brothers did not care in the least as they laughed their way through the library and out of the doors.

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A/N: Thought this would just be a humours fic but actually turned out to have a sweet ending 🥺

#mcu loki #loki oneshot #loki #loki fanfic #thor #mcu fanfiction #marvel #marvel one shot #the avengers #avengers #thor one shot

[tarithenurse]

Stolen - 22

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson &/x fem!gifted!reader Content: Jealousy, awkwardness, circumventing the truth, shift in emotions, still pining. A/N: Not my best writing, so have some HUGS as compensation! Remember to be kind to yourself. Ask or reblog for tag ;)

22. Cruci-fiction in Space

...  Loki   ...

Nearly a week has passed where the mortal has either studied theoretical magic or been wandering around the palace with her "servant" in tow in the hope of establishing a sense of direction. Hopefully soon, she can roam freely in search of socialization which in turn will result in information and allies.

Today, they're sitting in one of the gardens, [Y/N] with a heavy book in lap and furrowed brows while Loki simply enjoys the smell of the grass as they sit side by side on the bench. Odd, he muses, to be comfortable with someone in silence like this. As much as it entertains the Jotun to tease the woman – and as much as he lusts for her – it seems impossible to ever tire simply of watching her. He finds her breathtaking in the candlelight as she sits and talks about her new knowledge, and she is stunning now as the sun highlights an infinity of shades in her hair and the eyes squint towards the written pages. Sometimes, the plump lips free a mumble (most often a foreign word), capturing Loki's attention and binding it.

"Ah, here you are, lady [Y/N]!"

The loud interruption startles the lady in question but she smiles as soon as Fandral emerges from behind a lilac bush, carelessly breaking a cluster of flowers off to present her with. Gah! Sickening. But of course the Midgardian plays her part and inhales the sweet scent.

"Have you been searching for me, lord Fandral?"

"My entire life."

Groooaaaan! Playing the silent part, Loki has to bite his cheek from betraying his thoughts.

"Prince Thor has returned to Asgard," the blond man explains, "which means there will be a grand feast tonight his lengthy absence...I was hoping you would accompany me?"

She will not!

"Gladly." [Y/N]'s smile hasn't wavered for a second since the suitor's arrival. "Only...I must have completed this chapter before then..."

"Say no more! I shall leave you to your studies, happy with the promise you have given me."

Yes, run away, scoundrel! Oh, Loki hates not being free to go in his old friend's stead and the burning jealousy has no relation to the reason for the feast. But for the Warriors Three to side with our cause...I'll suffer through it.

...  Reader   ...

You have to admit: it feels amazing to have a man straight up woo you like in the romance novels you sometimes used to read. It's flattering. And a welcome distraction considering your life has turned into a tight rope act.

It's with your nerves on the sleeves, you enter the great hall and the cacophony of merriment – even if dinner isn't served yet, most Asgardians have already found something to drink and constantly do so to each others' health when they meet friends or at least anyone they care enough about – above all of which a new voice booms. Zeroing in on the sound, you spot Thor next to Fandral and the rest of Sif’s gang.

Unsure what to do, you take your time weaving between people before you halt a good ten yards away. I could...or maaaybe...but if I walk over...nah...The train of thought isn't exactly coherent as you silently debate what to do. Sif, Volstag, well all of them have become sort of acquaintances over the course of the week you've stayed in Valhalla and you wouldn't hesitate interrupting them if need be. But now? That's Loki's brother. And you don't believe the God of Mischief when he claims he "has no care" or says "he is and never was my brother". If only they could get a chance to talk...oh.

Sudden inspiration spurs you on and with head held high you march straight up to Fandral. "This time I found you first, my lord."

"Lucky me!"

Perhaps the sensation of Thor scrutinizing your face is pure imagination at first, still the moment you’re officially introduced to him, those blue eyes light up with understanding and he grabs your shoulders so suddenly your knees almost buckle.

“[Y/N]! From New York? I knew it!” Whether or not you’re supposed to answer remains a mystery as he pulls you into a rib-crunching hug. “Lady Aïsha came to us, claiming my br-Loki had abducted you, but we had nothing but her word to go on...no clue where he would have taken you if it were true...”

Managing to tap out of the muscular arms, a sharp edge of guilt burns through you at the idea of your neighbour having gone to the Avengers for help. And getting none. Last you saw her, she’d been soaked in her own blood on your living room floor. Alive, yes, and most likely traumatized after having been killed by a god and resurrected by a supposedly normal girl.

“How is she?”

“Aïsha? Fine. Mr. Stark saw to it that she was given the assistance needed.” The prince’s brows wrinkle as he look you over (slightly crumbled now but obviously in good condition). “And I find you in good health, even studying the arts of magic under my dear mother’s tutelage...how have you come to be here?”

Thor is not the only one staring at you for answers, and you don’t really blame Fandral or his friends as you haven’t exactly told them where you come from. Sif glares with obvious distrust while the men, in particular the blond admirer, seem curious more than anything else.

Use the truth. “Loki had hoped to use my abilities in some scheme or other...” You allow a sigh to underline the past tense. “But...as it turns out, I wasn’t able to do that and he left...at least he didn’t kill me. Since then, I’ve tried to make my way to safety and I consider myself lucky to have wound up here.”

“And I have it on good authority lady [Y/N] is excelling at her studies,” Fandral beams, fingers carefully skimming your back.

Any hope of getting to talk with Thor about his brother or events back on Earth are quickly dashed as the prince is called away, his attention constantly shifting as noble Asgardians nearly stand in line for a chat or whatever semi-immortals do.

The four friends carry on their usual partying with only a few odd questions about your past interspersed through the conversation. Fandral lets no opportunity slip by to court you, his hands often straying to brush away stray hairs from your cheek or simply touch your arm, shoulder, or back which sends uncomfortable shiver running along your spine.

It’s possibly the longest feast in history (at least as far as you know). Unable to relax, and forgoing the sweet mead, you’re grateful when it finally becomes late enough for you to say goodnight without coming off as rude.

“Allow me to walk you to your chambers, m’lady.” Fandral is already on his feet, offering a hand to help you up.

Ugh, no, not now. “That’s very kind...though I do believe I need some solitude.” Four pairs of eyes bore into you, silently demanding justifications for the wish. “A lot is on my mind...speaking with Prince Thor has brought back memories...”

“Say no more, sweetling,” Fandral’s assurances nearly make you gag, “but know that if ever an open heart or a listening ear is what you need: I’m there.”

Sif actually rolls her eyes behind his back. Maybe I can get her sympathy that way? Rather than commit to anything, though, you say goodnight once more and finally extract yourself from the noisy hall.

It’s blissfully quiet in the halls of Valhalla. Here and there, a guard dressed in the pompous, golden armour – Loki keeps calling them Einherjar – stands in brooding silence. They don’t interfere anymore after Queen Frigga officially welcomed you to the court and as extension placed you under their protection.

I’m like a princess in a fairy tale.

Almost magically, you’ve managed to recover a good mood by the time you close the chamber door behind you. Then you turn and find Loki standing, glaring at you with his arms crossed and red shimmer in the perfect eye.

Pulling back the lips to reveal white teeth, he sneers, “Enjoying the company tonight?”

#Loki #loki fanfic #Loki x you #Loki MCU #Alternate timeline #Timeline spawned in Endgame #Loki x reader #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Laufeyson x reader #Loki Laufeyson x you #Loki fanfiction #MCU #marvel cinematic universe #fanfiction #fanfic #Loki enemies to lovers #Loki from enemies to lovers #Loki slow burn #Slow burn #enemies to lovers #from enemies to lovers #Reader #reader insert #Loki Friggasson #thor odinson #Thor #Sif #warriors three #Pining #Loki Pining

[sigynthevictorious]

♡

Detailed Pre-Established Relationship Meme

Send me a ♡ and I’ll bold what I want to see with our muses or I may be open to! (send “heart!” if the symbol is unavailable)

//Oh man there are so many things I want for these two 😂

I want our muses to be: friends | ex-friends | rivals | rivals with sexual/romantic tension | enemies | enemies with sexual/romantic tension | lovers | ex-lovers | partners/coworkers | pen pals/internet friends | friends with benefits | soulmates

Our muses met: as children | as teenagers | as adults | just recently

(for romance) Our muses’ relationship is: still exciting and lively | stable | starting to feel awkward | in jeopardy | romantic, but the sexual attraction is fading | sexual, but the romantic attraction is fading | toxic and self-destructive | unrequited, with my muse pining after yours | unrequited, with your muse pining after mine | determined by fate

(for rivals) Our muses’ relationship is: awkward | fiery | friendly | petty | mostly for show | losing its spark | starting to develop into something more | one-sided, with my muse considering yours a rival | one-sided, with your muse considering mine a rival | determined by fate     [OK but Fandral and Sigyn fighting for Loki’s affections though?]

(for friends) Our muses’ relationship is: stable | sickeningly sweet | the kind of close friendship that makes others jealous | falling apart | based on shared interests | based on circumstance (like school or work) | based on family ties | developing into something more (romantic/sexual) | developing into something more (antagonistic) | determined by fate

#ask #your-dashing-fandral #sigynxfandral #ok but they're both close friends until they meet loki #then they both fight for his affections and it drives a wedge between them #or FandralxLoki is a thing but sig comes along and causes chaos between them #there are so many ideas #or sig is put into an arranged marriage with loki but her and fandral have this unspoken attraction and love

[eddapoetic]

@ This Meme

FANDRAL @cogitatis​ (depends on how we’d play Havar being Loki, but--)

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  / work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends (dependent)  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends /  party buddies  /  friendship of need /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  / old friendship  / [your muse] is the good influence  / [your muse] is the bad influence  / [my muse] is the good influence  / [my muse] is the bad influence (porque no los cuatro) /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other (mythology 🤝 )

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  / [your muse is mines] childhood crush  / [my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side] /  unrequited [from my muses side] /  unrequited [from both sides] /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ] /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse] /  cheating [with your muse] /  other ( Havar would flirt with him under circumstances )

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half] /  siblings [step] / [my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / [my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  / [my muse] is a parental figure to yours  / [my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure   /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [your muse] is taken under mines wing  / [my muse] is taken under yours wing  / other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  (dependent) /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies (did you mean: all of norse mythology)  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic /  enemies  /  fight club /  friends turned enemies  / lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other

BILLY KAPLAN @cogitatis​

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  / friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [your muse] is the good influence  / [your muse] is the bad influence  / [my muse] is the good influence  / [my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  / roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other (always happy to guide someone on their magical journey)

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  / [your muse is mines] childhood crush  / [my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side] /  unrequited [from my muses side ] /  unrequited [from both sides] /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  / spurious relationship  / power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ] /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse] /  cheating [with your muse] / other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half] /  siblings [step] / [my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / [my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  / [my muse] is a parental figure to yours  / [my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [your muse] is taken under mines wing  / [my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.    dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others ( that’s a lot of magic flying around )  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

#cogitatis #(note quite sure how to engage marvel muses w havar given the loki intersection #but handwaves ghfgh) #(also potential for Havar to be a good influence for once) #memes #❱❱❱ t: its all fun and games #❱❱❱ t: oh this old thing

[storiesofwildfire]

                           MAKE YOUR MUSE AS A CAT-LOAF !!

tagged by: @dragetunge​ & @thisforgottenlore​ ( who asked for so many people, lmao ) tagging: @ofcharredbones​ @lxvingdeadgxrl​ @nottobecrossed​ @algrimthestrong​ @forsakenmyths​ @lameshsorsye​ and whoever else would like to!

Loki-loaf

Fandral-loaf

Faye-loaf

Asmund-loaf

Fenrir-loaf ( he is not happy about being catified )

#index; loki #filed under; affiliates #filed under; children #filed under; humor #filed under; inspiration #filed under; likes #index; secondary muses #filed under; asmund #filed under; fandral #filed under; fenrir #filed under; laufey #( side muse ) asmund #( side muse ) fandral #( side muse ) fenrir #( side muse ) laufey #tagged meme #{ lmao yes... this is the first thing I decided to do when I got back from holiday hiatus... #deal with it #sorry not sorry? }

[swordandcounsel]

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Send '💋' for my muses reaction to yours kissing them on the lips. | @thunderbringer

Okay so they were drunk. They were all drunk. If any one of the young gods tried to say they weren't, they were lying. Shooting stars streaked across the skies as off to the left Volstagg and Fandrall were hanging off of each other singing and dancing around the fire. Hogun had seen himself off to sleep already and Loki was sat not to far from where Sif lay still nursing his cup and half dancing along to the melody of the song being sung.

Thor was singing or had been before he stumbled and fell down, landing half on top of Sif who yelled as the weight of the god landed on her. "Are you trying to crush me?" She laughed, swatting at him till he roll off to one side. They lay there together laughing as they listened to their friends singing.

Sif closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the joy of the moment. When she opened them again she found Thor watching her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She murmured given how close he was.

She wasn't expecting him to lean in and kiss her but she welcomed it. His lips were soft and he tasted of mead. Knowing there were very few chances like this Sif kissed him back. Just as she went to deepen the kiss though she felt his lips go lax and pulled back to find he'd fallen asleep.

Rolling her eyes and cursing her luck Sif rolled over to fall asleep to the sound of her friends singing.

#meme response #thunderbringer #verse: pre thor

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Lost- Two

Thor leaned on the balcony with a sigh. He wasn’t sure that he actually wanted to do this, but then. It could be worse. You could be ugly.

And that, you were indeed not. You were comely enough. Lush. Sweet faced. Deceptively so, if any of the accounts were accurate. You were, presumably, a fierce warrior. One that could hold her own from dragon back. That pleased him if he was honest. He didn’t want a pretty piece of furniture. If he had to take a wife, he wanted someone who could hold their own in a fight.

He watched the bustle below. Tables being moved outside for a party under the stars. And he supposed he should lie down. Fae, much like Asgard, is known for its parties. Grand feasts and drinking and dancing until the morning. It wouldn’t do to have the groom to be snoring into his ale before the party had really had time to begin. And he was tired.

The trip through the Bifrost was usually exhausting. But from The top side of Midgard to the Fae realms... It was enough to wear out even him. But he was enjoying watching the preparations. And he supposed, waiting for you. He wondered where you had gone. If you were working or merely taking some time to hide.

He wouldn’t blame you if you had. From what he could tell, you may be Empress in name only, but in recent years your Regent had given over more and more of the business of ruling to you. Not a terrible plan, really. Thor had to concede that point. Aeon, it seemed, was a better strategist than Odin had given him credit for. Aeon also appeared to have a pretty good handle on you. And that worried Thor.

If he wanted Aeon could convince you to impose several laws. Religious laws. And Thor was willing to bet that you would do it. He hadn’t missed the way Aeon had frowned when Thor paid compliments to your beauty. Or that you had looked at him, as if for permission before welcoming them to your court. It had been quick, but it had been there. 

The Asgardian sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Next door, he could hear the Warriors Three in cheerful disagreement about wine. And the giggle of a pretty chambermaid who, if Thor wasn’t mistaken, was probably sitting on Fandral’s knee. Feeling both terrified and exhilarated. He’d like to join them, but he wasn’t in a gaming mood. And his Betrothed was just shouting distance away... On Asgard, harmless flirting was just that. But here? Who knew what the fae considered loyalty. And where the boundaries for unfaithfulness lay. And he thought it would be best not to test it. 

You may be Empress in name only, but. Your word, if Aeon didn’t say otherwise, was law. And if he irked you enough, this entire alliance could fall apart. 

The shuffling of feet and the turning of pages behind him prompted Thor to turn, “Loki,” he said, nodding.

“Thor,” Loki said, yawning, “How do you find your bride?”

“Comely enough,” Thor answered carefully.

“A glowing assessment,” Loki snorted.

Thor chuckled, “I spoke to her for about 3 minutes before she hustled us all off,” he reminded.

“Impeccable manners,” Loki said, “We’re all certainly put up well.”

Thor nodded, that was true enough. “Fae hospitality, I suppose.”

Loki moved towards the window, admiring the view. And he didn’t miss you hastening across the lawn yourself, seemingly invisible to the people around you. “I wonder where she’s going?” Loki mused. 

Thor looked the direction Loki had indicated, frowning slightly. He didn’t know how you managed to be outside without a train of attendants. It was difficult for him to manage, and he wasn’t even king. Or about to be. Odin had centuries left to rule. “I’m not sure,” Thor said. 

For years, you and Thor had exchanged dutiful letters. You’d been kind in them. Sweet. Solicitous. Inquiring after his health and his family. But dispassionate. Saying little of your interests. You spoke to him about training. Sometimes of an amusing thing, one of your ladies had done. But it was abundantly clear that you were writing to him out of obligation. So some of his replies had been perfunctory at best. And it had made you even less inclined to talk to him. So you hadn’t. And now Thor had no clue where you might be going. And he wouldn’t unless he followed you. 

So he did, throwing a cloak over his shoulders quickly and bounding out the doors and into the courtyard, leaving Loki in his rooms. 

It didn’t take long for him to find you again, your purple cloak over your white dress. It was clear that if other people in the courtyard saw you, your comings and goings were your own business. “Your Majesty,” he said softly, watching you step out of the gate and move towards the woods. 

The old-growth forest yawned ahead of him. Green and lush. Trees so big around that Thor felt like a child again. Next to no light filtered in from the sun overhead and cast everything in an eerie night-like state. When you stop and half turn, Thor freezes. 

“Your highness,” you say, “This isn’t really a place most people go for a stroll.”

“But you?”

“The forest holds no terrors for me,” you say, smiling a little. Thor scrambles closer, over tree roots and undergrowth, a sense of foreboding prickling at his neck. 

“No?” he chuckles.

“No,” you answer, “The forest exists to protect us. The castle and the people in it... You’ve nothing to fear if you mean no harm.”

“So where are you going?” Thor asked, offering you his arm.

“The temple,” you answer, taking it politely.

“Is there not a path?” Thor said looking around. 

You smile and tap your temple, “You’ll learn,” you tell him, “Everyone does.”

“Lead on,” Thor said, trusting you to take him there. 

You nod and start back on your path, finding your way through the trees as if pulled by a string. And Thor exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You could have been going to meet a lover. Or an assassin. But as the temple comes into view, White Marble covered in thick vines. The soft glow of firelight casting forbidding shadows of the columns. 

He knows it is a temple. A holy place. He can feel it as easily as he can feel you standing next to him. As you continue forward Thor follows after, sitting himself on the steps. He doesn’t follow you inside, but he can’t bring himself to go too much farther from you. He accompanied you here and he wants to accompany you back. It’s the sort of thing he reckons a husband should do.

#Thor Odinson #thor x reader #fluff #slow burn #fae!reader

[your-dashing-fandral]

[ DROP ]: your muse collapses with an injury after trying to hide it from my muse. (Whichever muse works for you)

before the fall: battle prompts.

The battle had been successful, for the most part; just the small group of them fighting off marauders in Alfheim. 

Everything would have been fine, Fandral mused to himself, as he staggered to keep up with Thor, had he not gotten sloppy and paid attention to what he had been doing. He wasn’t sure how deep the enemy’s dagger had gone into his side, or if it had hit anything important; he just knew that it hurt, and the fabric he had wrapped around the wound was starting to staunch with blood.

He hadn’t wanted to make a scene. Figured he could just walk it off like he did with anything else. He certainly didn’t want to give Thor more to worry about, or appear inept. 

But he was dizzy, and every step seemed to cause him pain. “Hey, Thor  —  ”

He couldn’t get anything else out as pain seized him, and he stumbled, falling down to his knees.

#legendssoldiersscientists #⚔answered-asks