#*cough* sleipnir *cough*

[snakegorl212006]

really enjoyed your headcanons about the ffxvi characters, thank you! can i request jealousy headcanons for ffxvi please?

When they are jealous

========Clive + jill==============

-sometimes they get jealous of each other -it’s rare but it happens -it’s a simple case of if you hang out with one person more than the other -spending time more with clive then jill or vice versa -but they trust each other and realized each other's needs so it’s super rare for them to get envious of one another -nether Jill or Clive strike me as the jealous type -it’s the same with other people -being jealous of others is something I don’t see for they trust you a lot -but if someone doesn't get the hint then they’ll take action -Jill would tell the guy off then come to you to make sure you’re ok -clive would do the opposite

=======Joshua + jote=============

-Also would be jealous of each other -unlike clive and jill this would be a tad bit more often -Joshua’s jealousy comes from his own illness and how it can handicap him -sometime you and Jote spent time more outside when he has coughing fits or needs to rest -to him it feels like the world is just spinning around while he’s just staying still -Jote’s jealousy comes from status and how limited she can provide for yall -she’s not a eikon nor someone of really high status(from what I’ve seen/heard) so she sometimes she feels like she isn't doing enough -this small insecurity ties into her jealousy -like clive and jill they wouldn't be so jealous of others

====Cid===============

-he’s one of those people you’d have to really try to get jealous -even if you tried he would know if you are trying to provoke or get a reaction from him -depending on how you do it. He would laugh at it -if someone were to hit on you for real i think he would handle it well -simply F off -he’s a loyalty man and trust you too much to think you would cheat on him -not to say he can’t get ticked off -like if someone doesn't get the hint he would take action.

====Benedikta============

-like when is she not jealous -she’s a jealous as some reality TV wife in LA -if anyone even talks to you being a tad bit flirtatious or even touches you in places -little things ruffles her feathers -you are hers and hers alone and she doesn't share -at -all -not saying your not allowed to have friends but she just thinks that they might influence you to leave her -most of her jealousy stems from insecurities and past unsolved issues dealing with previous relations -to her you’re something that’s real and doesn't want to risk anything happening to the relationship both of you have with each other

======Dion + terence==============

-less envious of each other and more envious of you -lets say you’re just a normal citizen -your freedom makes them envious for they can’t get that as often as you -Dion is a prince and Terence is his attendant/Second in command of the dragoons -so schedules are pretty packed as is. -no they don’t hold this against you by any means -other then that jealousy is not something that is common other than jokes -although if someone were to flirt with you -Dion has a higher chance to get jealous first then Terence -Dion would be more vocal telling the flirt off while attending to you with terence to make sure you were comfortable.

=====Barnabas + Sleipnir============

-not to make them too yandere but… -they’d probably eliminate any potential rival or external influence -it don’t matter if they just cut the person out of your life or just kill them -barnabas's jealousy is borderline possession and gets offended if anyone thinks they can talk to you so casually -”you don’t need to be around these low lifes” -Sleipnir is no help at all to the perpetrator even if it is his job to keep you away from others -probably kills the people himself just for looking at you seductively -”keep your lustful gaze elsewhere.” :)

====Hugo============

-like Benedikta but with more tolerance -he would “eliminate” potential rivals by making them broke or threats -he has so much confidence and pride he feels like there’s no way you would leave him for anyone else -he has so much power and other assets why could anyone else compare -he laughs as attempts to win your heart then punish the assailant later -not to say he’s not the jealous type for he certainly is -it’s just that hugo is more level headed then Benedikta

#ff16 x reader #final fantasy 16 x reader #jill warrick x reader #clive rosfield x reader #joshua rosfield x reader #jote x reader #cidolfus telamon x reader #benedikta harman x reader #hugo kupka x reader #barnabas tharmr x reader #sleipnir harbard x reader #terence x reader #dion lesage x reader #ff16 #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy x reader

[lokiinmediasideblog]

If i was in the marvel fandom in 2012 i would've been a major loki hater ngl. I started to warm up in the dark world. I know its controversial but i liked him in Ragnarok but then they killed him in infinity war im sfill mad abt

I like Loki a lot, and I liked him least in Avengers (2012). I watched the movies out of order at first (A1> T:TDW> Thor 1). I enjoyed him a lot in the Avengers, I was drawn to him because he's fun, but he also gave me second-hand embarrassment because he was just so arrogant yet got his ass handed to him(And I didn't know the backstory). I didn't think about Loki for a long time, until I watched T:TDW, where I fell head-over-heels for him. Without Loki, that movie would have felt like watching paint dry, so I felt especially grateful to Loki for that. That eventually got me to finally watch Thor 1. LOL. I enjoyed him in Ragnarok a lot, as well, and shipped him with Valkyrie, but I was not in the MCU fandom at the time (I was in another fandom). I am also still mad about Loki being killed off like that in IW!!!! Let's mourn!

Bear in mind I am biased towards antagonists and villains while reading this. This is my history of how I ended up obsessed with Marvel's Loki. And I am not sure if I should tag this post as "anti Thor" because I mention my extreme dislike of Thor from the past (and reasons). But I mention at the very end he grew on me. It's up to you if you keep reading.

The first time I saw Marvel's Loki, it was on a Hulk v. Thor cartoon on Netflix. Loki looks like an evil DILF in there. And Hela is a hot giant goth lady. I remember I googled norse mythology for the first time because up until then, I had thought "Son of the Mask" made up Loki, and I wanted to learn more about Hela (Hel). And I learned about Sleipnir and how hilarious myth!Loki was.

I found cartoon Thor annoying because he felt too perfect, and that's the kind of character that grates my nerves. And he survived thanks to a kiss from Amora, ugh, that's so dumb. I didn't go to watch Thor (2011) for the longest time because Thor just annoyed me because he felt too perfect and Gary Stu-ish in that cartoon.

And the comics I read at the time, specifically for Loki, made me dislike Thor more because they were like "Thor is the FUCKING BEST! AND ALL THESE SCANTILY CLAD WOMEN WANT TO FUCK HIM. BLEH BLEH. "(I was reading some omnibus by Matt Fraction on readcomicsonline). But I was more of a lurker in fandom, with no tumblr account, so I didn't express it.

And it annoyed me that some Marvel re-tellings of the myths (think it was Ages of Thunder) substituted Loki's cleverness (that saved him in the myths) for Thor being merciful or coming to the rescue. And they'd make Loki not only much eviler, but also dumber than in the myths when scheming and wprd-play is supposed to be his thing. Like, let Loki have something! You don't even have to write it because the myth you're adapting is there already! And ugh. Like no offense to anyone, but I don't really feel bad over Loki being so popular because those comics that existed for 5-6 decades annoyed the fuck out of me.

Also, at the time, a bunch of comic book nerds and dudebros would lose their shit over Loki's popularity. And Loki would be the subject of really fucked up homophobic jokes in parodies (*cough* The Key of Awesome).

Thor started growing on me in Ragnarok, IW (coolest Thor), and EG (EG!Thor is my fave because he's just so sad and I love sad men). And he was actually not Gary Stu-ish in Thor 1, I just didn't appreciate it at the time (unlike in other Marvel media). So I definitely like MCU!Thor way more than in many of his comics runs.

I also feel like I have different Thor and Loki preferences than most of the fandom, because I was a lurker and didn't interact with the fandom until 2022 and then making this blog, thanks to the Loki series bringing back my Loki phase.

#marvel comics #hulk vs. thor (2009) #marvel animated universe #avengers (2012) #should I tag as anti thor? #comics!loki #mcu!thor #mcu!loki #comics!thor #thor movies #anon asks #most of the thor comics are terribly written and make me feel better about my writing

[iliektehhaxs]

*some random sanbreqoius citizen saying they stan anabella more than barnabas’ spouse*

bene/sleipnir, who happened to be in earshot: Emperor Sylvestus You Will Start Coughing Blood In 48 Hours Time

Unironically start performing witchcraft ceremonies and shit in hopes that he’ll kick the bucket faster

#robo speaks #ask

[chthonicgodling]

okie dokie well as threatened over here, behold beneath the cut a quick - ok no. COMICALLY LARGE AND LONG summary of some choice events of Elysium!Loki’s past that had taken place not only long before his formal entrance into Elysium, but also long before [coughing fit] the events of uhhh 2012 - AND EVEN, ALSO, long before the events of [LONGER COUGHING FIT] 2011, if yyyaaaa knowwwww—

[tw I guess for. well a multitude of things but child death is a big one.,, also uh, regular murder, and. such.]** actually that’s all in part TWO?? yeah this ended up having to be TWO PARTS UHHHHHH—-

basically uwuwuwu the summary rundown of this entire post is that the ~*famous*~ stories of Norse mythy have very much taken place for Elysium!Loki, just like. all long beforehand!!

first! some additional background. we know that in the elysiumverse when Loki ended up down there fresh off his attempted world domination the agreement for him to be allowed to stay was if he was able to be rehabilitated and like. get fuckin therapy. no supervillains allowed;

we’ve done a similar sequence of events in Elysium a couple times, been calling it Dream Theater or Memory Theater where by recruiting the assistance of dream gods and sleep gods (Epi, Hypnos) and eventually some therapy gods (accessory background character Epione, literal therapist of Elysium, tho she wasn’t around in the beginning Loki era), the memories of events past can be “entered” and viewed like a movie, relived by an audience. okay yes the Loki show did a smaller scale version of this which is truly hilarious but we did it first in 2012 ahahh. Dream Theater is initiated if the owner of said memories finds it too difficult to talk about any of it and finds it easier to just Show™ (like Maci, flashbacking with Tory about Thanatos like 3 yes ago)….. or if the owner, again fresh off a streak of villainy, petulantly refuses to open his goddamn mouth about a single thing to try to fix himself and thus sends everyone forcibly spelunking (you know who. LOKI. AHHH).

this is maybe not the best of therapy methods. tbh. but it….. kinda worked I fuckin guess lmAO???? we love our dubious morality here in the palace!! Well anyway so collectively indeed, a decade ago Tory, Epi, and actually the Elysium!version of Thor too (plus some others?? idk some things have been retconned I think) did gather round to learn some interesting and horrifying things about Loki’s past prior to where he was then in that moment, via prying Loki’s memories open and just watching it all unfold! I’ve certainly discussed many of those events over the years but here is a cute compilation because my brain is in Loki mode lately and yknow what maybe some of you don’t know all this! BEHOLD-

firstly yyeahah that ye old actual m/cu fanon thing of “:(( aww thors friends hated Loki and always left him out and bullied him since childhood so of course he would snap” with no real textual evidence of that in the— okay whatever but that IS actually canon in Elysium lmao oops. per my Brand ™ this fits our trend of All Olympians Are Evil, samesies re the Aesir and Odin/frigga being actual assholes on purpose - so that’s first things first

(Worth mentioning I guess thor was oblivious to all of that and particularly how Loki FELT about all of it, as well as some events that will follow, until all these dream sessions)

next - sleipnir! all of loki’s kids very much exist in the Elysium!verse - although sleipnir is one of just two remaining who have NOT been freed in some capacity into Elysium by the modern day ;(( the story is basically mythologically accurate and idk, Loki as a late teen?? Just vanished off the face of the planet and then returned nine months later with a little spider foal. which Odin promptly was like…. Ok sick, free horse. confiscated! Cool dad very traumatizing!! sleipnir remains to this DAY imprisoned in odin’s stable, he IS fully sentient just. horse shaped. scream.

Loki’s choice rebellion to follow was flouncing off to hook up with random Jotunn giantess Angrboda whomst I have actually drawn one time somewhere in here - she was kindave a dick <3 but when Loki ended up pregnant he continued to secretly see her for his own ulterior motives (COLLECTING CHILDREN) - the three that angrboda sired were, in order; Hela, Fenris (Fen) and Jörmundgandr (Jör),,

Loki by that time had picked up the habit of just fuckin up and disappearing every time he ended up knocked up, traumatized by the loss of Sleipnir and hiding pregnancies/ the babies from his family who would prob whisk them away as well. yyyou might or should know the trio’s deal from Norse mythos?? hela, a regular little girl EXCEPT half of her body was deceased and decomposing away; Fen, giant wolf - Jör, giant sea serpent. they at least started small ;0; after Jör was born Angrboda was like holy shit can you stop with these fuckin KIDS what IS THIS and peaced out officially. Loki was fully hiding from the palace and kept and raised them “out of the eyes of” Odin and co.,, thor did eventually discover them and kept them secret too tho he was uh. alarmed and slightly grossed out but ok bet whatever Loki wanted to do he was supportive iggg

To keep up appearances once thor knew about the kids Loki would pop back up in Asgard again here and there just solely so no one else went out to look for him. also now since thor could babysit. lmao. around this time he met SIGYNNNN-

yes >:)) sigyn DOES exist in Elysium!! she has never made a real appearance in the elysiumverse other than in these flashbacks at the time. Sigyn was also a sorceress and befriended Loki when he caught her defending him to people being bitchy in the palace; he eventually snuck her out to his secret house and introduced her to the three kiddos whomst loved her <33 Hela was like seven or eight ish?? obv soon after Loki and Sigyn began hooking up and became a couple

aaand then around then Odin (who, knows everything, and of course had known about the three since. Day one.) Sent a notice of first warning to his son that the three Monsters were a direct threat to Asgard and needed to be peacefully surrendered for imprisonment or else be seized by force. bc that’s what great grandparents do 🙃 furious obv Loki went straight to Odin to plead his case and refuse to his face to give them up but that conversation went 💞badly💞

a second letter of warning was sent instead - Loki devoted all of his energy to convincing Odin that they were not a threat, recruiting thor to try and argue in his favor too. this also did not workkkk. a third letter - sent, shredded - as Loki began to plot a way to fully hide himself and the three forever IT WASSS TOO LATE and an ambush was orchestrated on their house~ the literal only thing that stopped Loki from slaughtering the guards sent to imprison them away was the looming threat of violence to the kids and to keep them physically safe Loki surrendered, though sigyn still had to hold him back. Hela was like 15 years oooldddd

So again, this is now Norse mythos, the fates of Loki’s children, literal children at that time - Hela was cast into isolation in Niflheim to become Queen of the Dead. she’s still there actually!! she’s the other one of Loki’s kids who have not moved into Elysium :(( Jör was thrown into Midgard where he resided in the oceans as an ouroboros circling the world; Fen was imprisoned in special chains in (god I don’t remember where and I don’t feel like looking it up) anyway. all scattered away. and taken--

for thefirst time literally ever i have RUN OUT OF SPACE IN A TUMBLR POST???? I MAXED MY CHARACTER LIMIT OUT?!!!!! this will be continued in a. Part two wtf!!

#A POST SO LONG THAT I MAXED OUT THMBLRS CHARACTER LIMIT???? did NOT KNOW IT EVEN HAD ONE #oc talk #YES I’m tagging this as ocs I. do not care. anyway teehee :/)) #this is sssoooooo… aah!! Scream!!!! #filling up my own tags and…. #ok. #eloki

[sigyn-foxyposts]

🏳️‍🌈Loki fam headcannons: sexualities and Indetities + backstories and reasonings! :D

Loki: Genderfluid, Omnisexual. Any pronounse.

It's pretty self explanatory on why Loki is genderfluid, he just feels like it and enjoys expressing, dressing and being masculine as well as feminine.

Though he chooses to stay more masculine for obvious reasons, Norse society might have given the ladies a lot more freedom...

But that doesn't mean they didn't go through being disrespected and be called things. Loki knowing very too well how it feels like.

Loki is also omnisexual because he is attracted to every gender and sex, just has a preferences for women. *cough* blame the horse.

Angrboda: Cis female, bisexual. She/Her.

Angrboda just like Hel didn't know her sexuality, but unlike what you would think she didn't bother figuring it out.

She didn't rush it as she didn't care much about finding a partner at the time, enjoying her work a lot more.

That was until she met Loki of course. Funny enough she had met Loki while he was in female form. Falling for this version of Loki first!

But of course, pretty early on she learnt Loki mostly took the shape of a man, and already showing interests in this new force of chaos in her life she didn't mind.

So she simply decided to label herself as bisexual!

Sigyn: Cis female, pansexual, Demi-sexual. She/Her.

Sigyn just like some of us really wanted to know her sexuality out of pure curiosity, but she didn't have a lot of experience either to really know for sure.

After all she had too, like Hel, not been very social with many. Mostly with her sisters and family, because that's what felt comfortable.

Hence why she would in the end figure out she was pansexual, not only because of Loki's goofy nature and charms but because no one else really caught her attention quite like he did.

Same goes with her being demi-sexual, after meeting more people, especially Loki she figured out out she needed to really know the person on a deep level before getting it on. Which is exactly what happened between the two!

Sleipnir: Cis male, Demi-romantic. He/Him/It/Its.

Sleipnir never really felt any romantic attraction towards anyone, but did have a few crushes on his fellow horse buddies that he had grown up with in the stables.

Though he didn't dare ever to actually confess his feelings! After all, crushes don't always last.

So he labeled himself as demi-romantic!

He is still questioning his sexuality and if there's anything he is attracted to in spasific.

Fenrir: Cis male, Pansexual. He/Him.

Fenrir just like Angrboda before him was too busy with his own thing, to care for relationships! Before meeting the right person.

He might have been very young when he first met Hyrrokkin, but her personality had always been quite charming to him.

Once fenrir was bound and betrayed, he had nothing left so it seemed. Except the bond he had with Hyrrokkin. She was all that he had that felt safe, so knowing her bbes, he let her help him and at last fell for her.

Later he found out he must have been pansexual! Thanks to random conversations with Hyrrokkin.

Jormungandr: Intersex, homosexual. He/Him/They/Them/It/Its.

Jormungandr had always enjoyed womens company in a platonic way, but never in a romantic way!

No, instead he did have an attraction to the boys. One in spasific, a dragon prince!

His name was Ao bing, prince of the eastren sea. Oh boy did the world serpent fall hard for this man.

Jormungandr is also intersex which means he has both female and male reproduction organs. But it looks and functions more like a males.

So Jormungandr luckily didn't have any issues there, nor did he have any dysphoria. Funny enough he didn't even know he had a utures and overies.

Hel: Cis genderqueer, lesbian. She/Her/He/Him

Hel always took a long time to question her sexuality and gender identity for many reasons.

Not only was Hel so isolated growing up, she just didn't know who she fully was and what love was like.

She knew she was Hel, she knew she was the ruler of helheim and Loki's daughter. Just not what she could identify as.

She always admired her father, Loki, for being both masculine and feminine and still, be her father. She thought she was just like him when she was younger! But she didn't feel genderfluid.

She liked what sex she was born as and felt comfortable being referred to with feminine terms. But she also liked he/him

So once she spoke about it with Loki, expressing how she wasn't sure and he helped her understand her options, that it was okay as long as she's comfortable with whatever she thought suited her.

Because she never figured out what to label herself she went with genderqueer, genderqueer being many things! But under the non binary umbrella.

Same goes for her sexuality, having absolutely no experience with romantic relationship at the time until she met The Morrigan. Her current wife.

She often found herself confused with what she could be and it took many years for her to just simply label herself as a lesbian!

Vali: Cis male, bisexual. He/Him.

Vali always enjoyed everyones presence, so why wouldn't he love everyone of any gender or sex?

Once he was old enough he figured he wanted to label himself as bisexual! Not knowing you could do that.

Narfi: Non-binary, homosexual. They/Them/He/Him.

Narfi never liked Loki's weird shenanigans and always tried to difference himself from his father. But that isn't the only reason he found being non-binary fit him best!

He had always from a young age, expressed himself with anything he could get his hands on, no matter if it was feminine or masculine.

It never crossed his mind that what he wore ever said anything about his birth sex. And when it did, he still didn't care.

He also really enjoyed hanging around with those who identified as boys and might have gotten a few crushes who knows!

Moder: Intersex, lesbian. She/Her/It/Its.

Moder already from birth was very unique looking, after all her true form is sadly that of a deformed deer human.

So not only had her appearance been shuffled around but her inner organs had too.

Which resulted in her becoming intersex. Her reproductive organs were resembling that of a female's but it still suffered greatly!

Moder is also attracted to the ladies, never having an intrest in the boys. In her own words, she could easily take the role of a man and still be a woman.

#norse mythology #pride #loki norse mythology #loki #loki's kids #sigyn #angrboda #angrboða #fenrir #sleipnir #jormungandr #jörmungandr #hel goddess #narfi and vali #the ritual moder #moder #logyn child #hyrrokkin #ao bing #the morrigan #headcannons

[audaciiae]

“ don't touch me. “ “ okay. shall i leave you here to die, then? ” clive & sleipnir.

Injured enemies to lovers || Accepting

"That would be preferable, yes."

Sleipnir grits his teeth, clutching at his chest. His wounds aren't healing as they should, all because of Barnabas' death. He no longer has his magic to heal him, and Sleipnir honestly wishes they were dead. What would they do without him? The silence is deafening, and they feel sick to their stomach, staring up at Clive with all the hatred in the world.

"Do you get some sick pleasure from this, Mythos? From watching me suffer? Quite sadistic of you, actually." He coughs, blood splattering onto the ground. There is some irony to this, he thinks. All that time he spent chasing after Clive for him to be their only option now. "I don't often beg, so I won't do it now, but if you have any mercy left in you, then you will let me die."

#rosariens #;Sleipnir #hahahahahksdgjfdg

[steed-of-waloed]

“ it’s alright, they’re gone now… are you alright? hey, look at me; are you hurt at all? “

The Lord Commander hiss as he held to his side, slumped up against his sword. "...Ju-Just a tad...I'll be fine. M'thanks as...ngh...always." Sleipnir gave a weak smile between coughing and wheezing fits. Bugger that hurt.

''Never a d-dull day w'you, hmm~?"

#wyvern flames

[blue-baby-icicle-odinson]

#listen i dont care for loki/sylvie BUT you've gotta be thankful they didnt use actual mythology for inspiration when it comes to romance #it could have been...much worse #*cough* sleipnir *cough* #loki #marvel #loki laufeyson #mcu #loki show #the loki show #loki series #the loki series #incorrect loki laufeyson #loki spoilers #norse mythology #incorrect marvel

[dailylogyn]

Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s Relationship in Mythology

It’s a classic tale, and arguably one of the most famous in mythology: How Sigyn held a bowl above her lover’s head to shield Loki from the snake’s venom, in turn, holding back Ragnarok a little longer. 

But how did Loki and Sigyn come to be married? How did they meet? How did they fall in love? 

With so many questions, but few answers we are left with in what has survived with the stories today, we are often left to ponder how the story of Loki and Sigyn came to be. As have many others before me, I will be exploring my thoughts with what information we are given to ponder as to how these two lovers became a thing.

To answer this question, we must go back to the beginning where Sigyn was first introduced to us in the mythologies, presenting the ONLY information we know about their relationship -- specifically: The Poetic Edda & Prose Edda.

In the poem, Lokasenna, the most famous of poem’s with the couple, it talks of how Loki has been bound by the gods with the guts of his son, Nari, and how his son, Vari, has been turned into a wolf. The Goddess Skadi fastens a venomous snake over Loki’s face, from which venom drips. Sigyn, stated as Loki’s wife, stays by his side and holds a basin under and catches the venom so it won’t drip onto her husband, but when the basin grows full, she pulls it away to empty it, during which time venom drops onto Loki, causing him to wither so violently that earthquakes occur that shake the entire earth. 

In the poem, Gylfaginning, Sigyn is introduced in Chapter 31 as being married to Loki and that they have a son by the name of “Narfi or Nari”. She is then mentioned again in Chapter 50 where events are described differently than in Lokasenna; Vali, described as a son of Loki only, is changed into a wolf by the gods and rips apart his brother, “Narfi or Nari.” The guts of Nari are then used to tie Loki to three stones, after which the guts turn to iron, and Skadi places a snake above Loki. Sigyn of course catches the venom in a bowl. This process is repeated until he breaks free, setting Ragnarok into motion.

In the poem, Skáldskaparmál, Sigyn is introduced as a goddess, an Æsir, where the gods are holding a feast for their visitors and in kennings for Loki: “husband of Sigyn” and “cargo [Loki] of incantation-fetter’s [Sigyn’s] arms.”  

Now, knowing the little knowledge we have on their relationship, it’s time to explore it from the Viking’s point of view, which is where this all pretty much originated from, in order to understand it better.

Viking Way of Love and Life

I’m no expert in this category, in fact, I’m still learning about it as I go, but there are some important key things to note here about the Viking’s POV on things and how it ties into Loki & Sigyn’s relationship. 

Divorce was completely acceptable in Viking Times. In fact, women could own property, request a divorce and reclaim dowries if a marriage ended. She could divorce him for a good number of reasons actually. 

Women often remained faithful to their husbands, although they were known to have extramarital sex. If they were caught cheating by the husbands, it usually ended pretty badly for the women. 

A Man couldn’t marry his concubine, so his wife wouldn’t have to feel threatened about competition. They usually all lived in the same household. Adultery concerning the husband was okay, but not the wife.

Vikings didn’t categorize people as homosexual, bisexual, straight or etc.They differentiated between submissive and dominant roles in sexual relationships. Homosexuality was acceptable with limits.

Poetry was a big part of Courtship. 

Typically marriage was usually for alliances, set up by families and parents. However, this doesn’t mean there wasn’t romance or love between couples or potential marriages. 

Family life was important to Norse Men and people usually aimed to survive: typically by marrying and having children. 

How does this apply to Loki and Sigyn? Now, let’s dive into the typical hypothesis of their relationship. I call it a typical hypothesis because it hasn’t really been outright pointed out in the mythologies, but it’s something the Mythology community usually agrees on concerning Loki and Sigyn’s relationship from what we know here.

A Hypothesis into Loki & Sigyn’s Marriage

The marriage between the two of them alone is usually questioned by others, especially concerning Loki’s chaotic nature and Sigyn’s undying loyalty. Obviously, she could have divorced him whenever she wanted to if things were bad, but instead she remains by his side which leads us to the fact, not only does she truly love Loki, but she also knows more to him than we do -- as if there is a secret hidden side to the god of Mischief.

It is sometimes implied that the marriage between Loki and Sigyn was an arranged one to establish position in Asgard  -- as marriages typically were in Viking Times. This doesn’t mean there wasn’t love between them, In fact, it could have been a perfectly arranged marriage. 

Sigyn isn’t blind to Loki’s flaws, knowing perfectly well how her lover is and accepting him flaws and all -- unlike the other gods. It’s more than likely she knows about his other children: Jormungandr, Sleipnir, Hel and Fenrir, just as she probably knows about his affair with Angrboda. Again, this wasn’t an uncommon thing in Viking Times for a man to have another lover and other children with them. 

Loki is very much a family person, just as he enjoys having fun. There has never been anything alluding to him abandoning his family or abusing Sigyn and his kids despite what pop culture or other versions may say. Instead, they have been taken away from him by others in someway (ex: Vali having to kill Narvi as the gods use his insides as Loki’s bindings. Odin taking away all of Loki’s children, making Hel the ruler of the underworld, Jory the serpent of Midgard’s sea and Fenrir locked in bonds. Lets also not forget Sleipnir becoming Odin’s horse and most of his children dying during Ragnarok because of said gods. Sigyn’s whereabouts are unknown and Angrboda is dead. Case in point: I’d wanna start Ragnarok too.) 

Vikings typically used motifs or symbolism with their writings. This is where the “opposites attract/compliment each other aka Balance of nature’ comes into play. While Loki is outright known as a Trickster God, hence the God of Mischief (which is typically harmless pranks or fun), but it usually ends with bad results for him, turning into Chaos. And what’s the opposite of Chaos? Constancy and Order. Although it isn’t outright stated, she is pointed out as Loki’s loyal wife and seems to offer that Constancy to his Chaos. Hence, some of us refer to them as “Different Sides of the Same Coin.” 

Conclusion

Loki and Sigyn’s relationship is typically misunderstood by others nowadays thanks to how little information we have on them in the texts, some peoples own interpretations of their relationship (*coughs* MARVEL COMICS *coughs*) and how much Sigyn still remains to be unknown by others. 

I believe that if their relationship was to be portrayed in the proper way, taking everything here into note and not given to writers who don’t understand or refuse to take the time to understand their relationships/characters, they might actually be understood better overall. A good example of this I’ve found myself is from the German Movie: Mara and the Firebringer and Neil Gaiman’s book: Norse Mythology. They both explore Loki and Sigyn’s relationship in a proper light, not undermining either of them and exploring their thought process and actions in ways that only strength their relationship and one another as individual characters bonded together in marriage. 

Bonus mention to The Bifrost Incident by The Mechanisms for their interpretation of Loki and Sigyn’s relationship as well. 

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SOURCES:

Viking Love: 8 Facts about Love and Love making from the Vikings - https://historycollection.com/eight-facts-love-marriage-viking-style/

The Love Life of the Vikings - https://historyofyesterday.com/love-life-of-vikings-f21c9ed58d4e

Norse Mythology Character Tropes - https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Characters/NorseMythology

Mara and the Firebringer TV Tropes (SPOILERS BEWARE) - https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Film/MaraAndTheFirebringer

Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology (Book) - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norse_Mythology_(book)

The respective Edda’s are linked above by their names. 

#logyn #norse mythology #sigyn #loki #Constancy & Chaos (Logyn) #loki x sigyn #loki and sigyn #logyn meta #the bifrost incident #mara and the firebringer

[for-peace-war]

art by @idrawbuffgirls

This is the final part to the Great Winged One series I did.  Last night the heroes entered the mountain and after defeating the sleipnir Vanjir and the valkyrie Aesera, may have allowed an ancient evil back into the world, but... also prevented an apocalyptic joining of worlds.  It was a lot!  So again, I want to thank: @lordcaliginous, @i-am-guinevere, @scowlet, @perfectperfidy, @diermina and @that-green-nut for sticking through my attempt at pathfinder/conaning a story out of thin air.

Also thanks @mcsars for introducing me to the setting and giving such a good place to start with an AU.  So again, thanks to everyone and when I start my next series up I’ll get back to these hour writes! Cheers.

OH and @idrawbuffgirls FOR THIS ART. YOU ROCK!

THE GREAT WINGED ONE.

Follows Part I.

Follows Part II.

Follows Part III

Follows Part IV.

Follows Part V.

Follows Part VI.

Finale.

CHLORIS THE CORINTHIAN quietly collected the clothing of those convalescing within the chilled cabin.  A gentle fire warded what cold it dared from the interior, but from the shivers that ran along the men about her there was little doubt in it—the wintry frost had found its way into them, and only the strongest of those gathered would survive. That sentiment, one of strength and those that possessed it in its zenith, followed her as she moved sightlessly from one of her convalescents to the next.  How had she come to safeguard so many, she wondered, when only days before she had not been able to protect even herself?

Mindful as she was of her condition, it was the lack of her hand rather than the absence of her sight that dogged her in those waking moments.  She could still feel the phantasmal pain of the arrow piercing the white raven she had imbued with her sight—still feel that arrow lance through her eyes and cast to the ground crimson tears that she would never see. The magicks she had been expected to use were old and dark, and though her better judgment would have warned her against them, there were few things that could motivate a decision more rapidly than the ire of a Ymirish lord.  Even more so, the ire of the Jarl Grimtor, whose barbarity was second only to the delight he drew from the cries of his victims.  Sightless or not, she would never be able to forget what she had seen within captivity—she would never forget what it meant, truly, to be without power.

But sight—sight was something taken for granted.  She could hear those she tended to and through that, knew where they were. The smell of their wounds had not yet soured and so she could see those as well; she knew the number of them, had patched and bandaged them to the best of her ability.  In the absence of sight her senses had gained a preternatural edge, compensating in ways that no human would have been capable of were they not blessed by The Great Mother and the secrets that the woods whispered when frosts melted and spring’s breath was fresh within the air.  It was within the northern climes of the Pictish Wildlands, not the decaying fyli of the Karpasha Mountains, that she had learned the most important lessons of magic—true, terrifying magic.

The Pictish Wildlands were a savage wasteland to some, yet the very ground that had been seeded in the blood of generations spoke with such fervent admonishment of mankind and expectation for that which would follow, that she knew far better than to consider any part of it a waste.  The very skies above hungered there, and that hunger bred within its bowels such true and raw power that even a woman blinded such as she, could yet see the beauty manifested within the awakening might that was come of its mounting urges.  Yet for all of this, she had not been captured for her knowledge of those untamed wilds—and she had not been named for them, either.

She was but Chloris the Corinthian. And she wasn’t even from Corinthia.

Had she ever truly seen, though?  The eyes were deceptive and the faces that she had known did little to tell her of what she saw when a person was before her.  It was not until they were freed to show what was beneath the mask of their existence that the truth was known and by then, was it not always too late?  She had scars to remind her of that—upon her back, and forever straining against her heart where her trust should have been. Even before she was without sight, she realized, she was sightless. Had she ever seen anyone?  Could anyone?

A cough came from the man to her left, whose body she had found curled up beneath a tree and nearing a death that would take him from the lands of his ancestors, into the frozen hell that swirled about them.  Even had she not, with the white raven, seen their lot emerge from the snow then she still would have known he was a Zingaran: she could smell the salt of the sea in their blood and hear the crashing of waves when they breathed.  The man’s cough was stronger than it had been the day before, and promised to discharge some of that which coated his lungs and forced his ragged breathing to hasten.

“Where am I?” The man asked.  She had not expected him to awaken so suddenly.  His voice was weak, yet there was the virile lust for life within it that the swarthy men of the Zingaran coast braced life with. “You—”

“You are safe,” Chloris answered.  She felt her way from where she stood, to the table nearest them, and from there moved with a warmed cup of broth to offer him something to drink.  His breathing resounded throughout the air for her; his motions became faint lines that were traced in her mind a thousand times.  No, she could not see the dusky Zingarana, but she could feel him—she knew where he was, even if he did not.

From the opposite corner in the room, another voice rose. “Marioso, yer aliv-ed. Gods be damned, I tho’ I were due fer’a promotin’.”

“Darmino, you live?”

“Yer damn’t right I is.”

“Ah, what good news. The captain—”

“The witch’rn’t sayin’ nothin’a the cap’n.”

“The witch? Madam—”

She began to speak. “My name is—”

“It dern’t matter what she am say ‘a her name, Marioso.  She be a witch’r frost’n fell magicks, cullin’ yer ‘fore ya’ spake ill’r her dark gods.”

The man, whose name must have been Marioso, took in a quiet breath.  Chloris could feel his patience returning to him, like a hound that had been long without its master.  Once he had wrestled it into submission, she supposed, he might be free to speak more earnestly.  Until then, she remained quiet—and the other spoke in her place.

“Have you offended our hostess in some way, Darmino?”

“Gods damn’t truth ain’ done a thing t’er!” His protest caused her to wince, though she tried her best to conceal it.  Loud voices—anger, were things she had learned to avoid or endure.  Perhaps her attempt to conceal that had not been as successful as she wished though, for the man that had been harassing her—Darmino—found a somewhat softer tone.  “When I wok-ed up and she’s there with’r crow teats all in me face, I tol’t her true—‘I’ma man’a fair haired asternations, I din want any a wha’ yer offerin’,’ and she said—”

“I am shocked she said anything to you after that, you cantankerous scab. Where are your manners, Mr. Marachino?”

“Ain’ never held ‘rm.”

“Mitra be praised,” Marioso said.  At long last he seemed to remember that she was standing there, for he reached for the broth and drank of it steadily with a shaking hand. “Forgive my companion his indelicacies, madam. We are indebted to you—and men of the Cavallo repay their debts, on our captain’s honor.”

“Maybe if yer the cap’n there’s honor,” Darmino said. “If Valensi’s dead, anyroad.”

“If he has died in pursuit of—”

Chloris interjected. “ He hasn’t.”

“Hasn’t?”

“He hasn’t died.”  She drew her arm back and set the emptied cup down, then felt her way to the wall and removed the poker from it.  The fire had to be tended once more, for of the three men she had retrieved only two had awakened—and the third trembled now more than ever.  The smell of death was upon him, but she had seen it turned back before.  She had seen it turned back, many, many times before.

From both men, sounds of joined relief flooded the erstwhile tense cabin.  “Oh, what joyous news,” Marioso said. “It was a damnably bold plan he had, and when our trap failed! Oh, but we have prevailed. I—ah, my ribs.”

“You are much wounded,” Chloris said. “Please, do not move.”  She wished she had her other hand then, so that she might move her hair from her face as she tended the fire, but the stub wiped at ineffectively, and her hold on the poker felt suddenly hollowed for that reminder. Was she not much wounded?  And yet, she could not stop moving—if she did, then they were all ended that evening when the cold came and the darkness with it.

“What of the battle, then?” Marioso asked her.  She could imagine his eyes, seafoam green and sweltering with delight, cast upon a body that had been broken and beaten more times than there were days to the year.  She felt flustered by that attention, and continued to stir the fire for whatever traces of warmth it might have provided. “How did we come to be here—how did any of it come to pass?”

At that, she spoke a single word. “Treachery.”

“Madam?”

“The girl—of the Wolflands,” Chloris went on to say.  She had seen Caethe through the eyes of the white raven, and done all she might to alert her that she had.  Jarl Grimtor was no great thinker and by saying she used the snow to alert him to where she was, she also gave the girl a chance to flee—which she had. The Zingarans had done their good service, certainly, but the girl and her wolves had been considerable in setting into motion the events that followed.  Even as she thought of them, they seemed too fantastic—it all seemed too unreal.

“Caethe,” Marioso said.  “We occasioned upon her on the way up.  As I recall, the captain had a desire to see her informed of our plan to aid her, but the Stygian—Tsekani, was it? She said it would be a better ploy if she did not know. That a cornered wolf fought thrice as hard as one that knew it could escape.”

Chloris believed she concealed her revulsion at the mention of the Stygian’s tactics.  It was true, a cornered animal did fight to the end, but the Pict was a member of a pack—and the presence of her friends, she had seen, was what pressed her beyond the point others would have endured alone.  As Marioso made no mention of her response, she assumed her deception had prevailed.

Or else, the Zingaran was merely too nice to show otherwise.

Outside of the cabin, stalking about it protectively, the dire wolf that had shattered her arm so that she might slip free Jarl Grimtor’s chain, howled but once.  He had found something. Chloris had taken to calling him Vigo, and he responded kindly to it—never so much as to seem tamed but answer her if she needed him at any moment. Had the Child of Wolves known that she had not meant to harm her? Was Vigo’s presence a reminder that their shared blood mattered more than the sides they had been on in the battle?  She did not know.  But she knew that she could vividly imagine what he must have been feeling then, rushing about the snowy battlefield and consuming whatever had not yet been taken by the elements or the wild.

She could feel in her blood—the blood that had dripped down her cheeks after the white raven fell—that she was as free as he.

Marioso politely clearing his throat called her back to the present.

“You spoke of treachery, madam?”

“After the Wolfchild—Caethe—was rescued by her companions upon the winged wyvern and Vigo had pulled me to safety—”

“I’m sorry, madam.  Vigo?”

“It be thar devil wolf she is nightly fuck’t by in the shade of—”

“Mr. Marachino!”

“Well, I ain’t tellin’ a fib!”

“I am certain that whatever relationship our hostess has with this creature is a consensual endeavor in husbandry.”  As he worked through that sentence, Marioso seemed to stumble more than his companion had when he tried to stand.

Despite herself, Chloris could not but bashfully smile and blush.

“I do not couple with the wolf,” she said.

Marioso’s relief was audible. “Oh, well.  If you had—and I do not mean to imply that you had—but had that been the case, no gentleman of the sea ought inquire or conspire against you on that account, madam. I assure you—”

“Oi! ‘m well glad yer nay be our cap’n, Mariosi! Y’r talkin’ more’n a preddy har what know’t I wan’r somethin’ bad.”

“I’ll never understand your turns of phrase, Mr. Marachino.”

“Aye, well, anyroad—go back to talkin’ wi’ yer lady.”

Marioso, as if given leave to actually speak, went on. “My lady, please do continue.”

“You do not need to call me that,” Chloris said, but went on. “After we were safe, the others realized that Jarl Grimtor was injured.  Ymirish lords are not loyal—they respect strength because they fear pain. Two of them—Joratun the Mighty and Thoramun Blooddrinker, broke away from the offensive and pressed in upon Jarl Grimtor.  I believe they felt that in his weakened state they could fell him.”

Joratun, Son of Brator, had been as close to a right hand as Jarl Grimtor may have known, excepting his son—who he had, in a stroke of genius motivated by her entrapment—seen sent to the interior of Glacimar itself.  With Grimthor Jarlblood no longer at his father’s side, Joratun and Thoramun made their move—and discovered why the jarl stood where he did.

“Scurrilous dogs,” Marioso breathed under his breath.  “Have these creatures no honor?”

“Not them,” she concluded. “But another.”  At that, she was reminded of what had been lost to that point and spoke more directly.  “Jarl Grimtor struck both down, but his injuries forced him from the field.  They say that the Nordheimers were able to defeat the lone Ymirish lord, Morfund the Breaker, and that—well, the mountains now call for a new thane. They say this woman, Aesileif the Aesir, will conquer the mountain and that her brother, Torman the Vanir, who was slain in felling the Great Winged One Aesera will be the hero to ordain her ascent.”

She understood very little of how Nordheimer culture operated, though the title seemed to imply that one person would bestride both Vanaheim and Asgard, joining them together and uniting a legacy of hatred under one fist.  A hero would be needed to preside over the joining of the mountains, and if they had indeed slain a Valkyrie then a great deed had been accomplished to merit their challenge to the heavens.  It seemed that a new thane may come of the savages of the north, as dangerous a thought as that may have been.

But she also knew that so long as Jarl Grimtor lived, that title would be a meaningless one.

“I cannot believe we prevailed,” Marioso said. “I mean—I knew we would, but what luck.  What honor—oh, how can we repay you, indeed?”

He may have meant it as a general courtesy, but she took him at it.  “There is a man among the captured, Grimthor Jarlblood. He and I were as one for a time, and I would see him granted the freedom he was promised.”

She did not mean to seem desperate, but she knew her words left her with more alacrity than civility mandated.  These were not the words of Chloris of Corinthia, she knew.  They were of the woman that had bandaged that poor half-giant, and seen him back to strength countless times.  They were the words of a woman that knew what love meant, and knew that the only reason he had not died was because of it.  Not carnal love and its brutality, but something more resplendent—something that did not take, but only gave and surrendered willingly to the strength of the moment.

“I do not know what it will take to see such done, but I will give my all for that endeavor.”

“An’ me,” Darmino said. “Since yer hair too dark fer a proper thank-fuck, least I can’der is see this Grimthorn soaks’s sword back in yer. If ol’ Garibaldi don’ go dyin’ on us, I’m speakin’ fer’m too.”  The sickly man’s cough could have been an assent—or his soul leaving him.

Chloris thought to speak more of the matter, but the howl that she had heard before was joined by a sudden growling.  Outside, Vigo had found something indeed—and that something had found them. “Stay here,” she told them, and without considering how defenseless she was against the world without, she ventured into it.

The snow as cold under her bare feet and yet it did not stop her stride as she moved in the direction of Vigo’s growling.  Under it she could hear a voice calmly speaking, and for the time being preventing him from advancing from his place.  What was she doing? Why?  Even if she were to summon any spells in the cold, what chance did she have of defeating someone that she couldn’t see? And to what end?  To protect Zingaran sailors that surely were as false as everyone else? Logic, reason—sheer self-preservation told her to trust for once in something other than the good of the world, and to take back to her own path as she had denied herself for so long.

But she was not a solitary creature, she knew.

A crow would always need its murder.

She allowed her feet to see for her—to guide her, until finally she felt Vigo’s back, bristling with raised fur, against her hand.  The chilled air was heavy upon her, but she knew that she had within her enough strength to forge from the prevailing winds a blade to severe the limbs of any monster daring to challenge her friend—or those she protected under her wing.  Yet when she looked to the one that had so agitated Vigo and threatened her home, she was dumbfounded.

She could not see him—and yet she could.

For the briefest moment, a golden light illuminated the darkness that had become her world.  This man was wounded—injured in a battle she could not comprehend, and yet the force of his existence fluctuated with a radiance that faded with each palpitation.

“I do not wish to kill your companion,” the man said. “But I must go to Jokullgard.”

“He will not harm you,” she said. “If you do not harm him.”

The man was quiet. The light upon him faded further until it was but a whisper—though no longer did Vigo growl.

“I am Keleos the Kothian,” he said. “You have my word that no harm will come to you.”

For but a moment, Chloris thought of saying what she had always had—that she was Chloris the Corinthian, a scholar of ancient texts that had been abducted by Jarl Grimtor and forced into service.  There was truth in that lie—more truth, in fact, than lie.  But that which had bound her to it; that which had for so long shackled her into place, was no longer there.  She was free—as free as the savage lands from which she had come.

“I am Qali the Crow,” she said. “It is good to see you.”

#conan #qali the crow #writing exercise #the great winged one

[archangelgabriellives]

Bear

[part 1][part 2][part 3] PART 4

Words - 2200

Warnings - Flashbacks, light body gore, needles, angst, authors head canons

A/N - oh my god you guys. this flashback. it hurts so bad, but it came out so perfect i cannot even tell you. this gets a little bloody. you have been warned.

*gif is @astralgabriel‘s*

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2010

“Daddy, please. I don't like it here.”

Gabriel looked down with a sad smile at the child next to him, and held her hand a little tighter.

“I know, pumpkin,” he said sweetly as he dropped to one knee to look her in the eye, “but right now, we’re in danger.” Her eyes widened, and Gabriel could feel her shaking a little. “Don't be scared, Hel. Gotta be brave for me. Ok?”

Gabriel caressed Hel’s cheek, and felt her tremors subside. She gazed over to the other beings around them, saw their true forms, and stepped closer to her father.

“I can feel it, daddy. This is a bad place.” Hel leaned in closer, whispering in Gabriel’s ear. “Things get shattered here.”

A cold feeling of heartache spread through Gabriel’s body. He glanced up to Narfi and Fenrir, finding blank looks of disinterest at the conversation happening before them. With a sigh, he looked back to his daughter, thinking how best to convince her she was safe.

“Hel, these are daddy’s friends. Practically family. They will help us.” When the look of fear didn't dissipate, Gabriel tried a different approach. “Baby, have you got Fárbjódr?”

In her arms, Hel squeezed her teddy bear closer to her, still not letting go of Gabriel’s hand. She nodded, and Gabriel wiped a tear that fell from her eye. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” Gabriel said with a smile. “Remember when I made it so that Fárbjódr would be able to always keep you safe?” Hel nodded again, and a weight lifted from his shoulders when Gabriel saw his daughter smile again. “Well, when you get scared, you tell Fárbjódr. Hold him close and it’ll feel like I’m right there with you. And daddy always makes the bad things go away, right?” He tickled her a little, Hel’s laughter lifting him like a soft breeze. “If you have Fárbjódr, there will always be a part of me with you. Ok?”

She nodded, a bit more enthusiastically than before, yet Hel still didn't let go of his hand. Gabriel gave her a kiss on the cheek, and held her hand tightly as he let Narfi and Fenrir lead them through the seedy motel to Loki’s revamped penthouse.

~*~

Gabriel was grateful that Loki agreed to help him again. After Lucifer stabbed that second copy of himself, Gabriel knew he had to go back into hiding. And he wanted to take the one thing that mattered to him the most.

His daughter, Hel.

Lucifer now knew where he had been since he ditched out on heaven, that he was hiding out with the pagans as Loki. If he knew that, it wouldn't be hard for Gabriel’s brother to find and torture one of his pagan friends and get any information about what Gabriel had been doing for all that time. And there was no way that Gabriel was going to leave Hel on her own in case Lucifer slithered his way into her realm.

He knew that she was powerful, that she was perfectly capable of defending herself even though she was forever in the form of an eight year old child. She would always be his baby, his blood; technically a nephilim that Lucifer could exploit. And Father help him, Gabriel would rather die for real than let his fallen brother take Hel’s grace from her.  

Loki had provided everything they could possibly need. Clothes, entertainment, safety; for Gabriel and his daughter. Any toy Hel could want was only a thought away, although she mostly played with Fárbjódr and stuck close to her father.

The motel was always full. When Loki rolled into town, it was a grand time for all supernatural beings in his good graces. The conjured up ballroom was littered with gods and monsters. Ruckus parties and the occasional orgy were always happening, and every now and then Loki would knock on his door and ask Gabriel to join him and his children as they entertained.

Gabriel always declined. There was always a chance that he would be seen, that Lucifer had followed them somehow. Gabriel would rather wait, hidden in their room until it was safe to leave. And Hel, even though she was a goddess of the underworld, was still afraid of leaving the room. Plus, Gabriel just didn't want to expose her to that kind of debauchery.

Things went on fine for a few days. Gabriel and Hel stayed hidden in the motel while they waited for Lucifer to move on so they could run off undetected. Loki and the pagans partied in the floors below, but they were unheard in the angel’s room.

“How much longer do we have to stay here, daddy?” Hel asked, neatly curled up under the covers of the plush bed after a meal, Fárbjódr nestled in her arms. “I wanna go home.”

Gabriel sighed as he cleared the dishes of Loki’s room service. “I know sweetheart,” he said as Gabriel returned to his daughter’s side. He ran his fingers through her hair, eyes soft and loving. “We should be able to leave in a few days.”

Gabriel’s fingers tingled, but he didn't mention it to Hel.

“By then it’ll be safe enough to take you back to your realm.”

The pins and needles feeling traveled up his arm, and Gabriel started to feel dizzy. Something was definitely wrong. The room was reeling. He needed help.

“Don't- don't be s-scared. It’s...gonna...be-”

Gabriel fell back, hitting the floor hard and gasping for breath.

“Daddy!” Hel scrambled off the bed to his side just as the door to their room slammed open, Loki sauntering in and his three children behind him. “Please! He needs help,” she cried to the gods.

“Don't worry, child,” Loki crooned. “He’ll get what he deserves.”

“H-Hel,” Gabriel coughed through clenched teeth, and she gripped her father’s arm tighter as she realized they had been betrayed.

“Grab him,” Loki commanded, and his sons moved to take Gabriel. Before they could cross the room, Gabriel threw his daughter behind him, and with a shout, managed to pull himself to his knees and fire a blast of grace towards the gods. Narfi and Fenrir were sent flying across the room, furniture breaking and glass flying. Sleipnir was caught by Loki, his golden eyes burning with hatred never leaving Gabriel.

“Stay- stay back,” Gabriel spat, his body feeling too heavy to stand.

“Or what?” Loki replied. “You can barely hold yourself up.” Sleipnir moved towards him again, and Gabriel tried to unleash more grace, tried to protect his daughter, but be found he didn't have the strength. “That archangel poison is making you weaker by the second. Soon you won't be able to move, and then you will pay for what you did.”

“I don't-”

Sleipnir cut Gabriel off, grabbing him roughly and tossing him across the room. He landed at Loki’s feet, Hel’s screams echoing in his ear.

“Hel! RUN!!”

Hel slipped past Sleipnir, her teddy bear still in her arms. Fenrir, who had since recovered, tried to grab her. But she reached out, and with a touch of her hand Fenrir was flying again, landing with a sharp cry and clutching a broken arm. Gabriel expected her to run, to escape, but instead she threw herself at him, wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed.

“Baby,” Gabriel whispered in her ear as he struggled to lift his arms and hug her back, “run. Please.”

“No, daddy,” she cried, “I'll protect you.”

“Well, isn't this just a beautiful sight,” Loki sneered as he rounded Gabriel and Hel on the floor. “Get her out of here.”

Narfi came up behind her, pushing a cloth in front of Hel’s nose and mouth. She screamed again, flailing her arms as she was lifted from Gabriel’s arms.

“N-no,” Gabriel struggled to hold on to her, but there was no strength left in his body. “Don't touch her.”

“Don't worry your pretty little head,” Loki said as he knelt down by Gabriel, Hel's tiny body going limp as Narfi carried her out the door. “She'll be fine. Probably,” he laughed. “Isn't that how that line goes.”

Loki's smile faded into an angry scowl as he bounced on his toes.

“You need to be more worried about yourself, brother.”

Tears fell down Gabriel's cheek, not for himself, but for Hel. “Just...don't...don't hurt...her.”

Loki just stared for a moment, his jaw working in frustration as Gabriel struggled to breath and to stay awake. He stood, pacing the floor. Back and forth while Gabriel's whines and gasps filled the room.

“I am very upset with you, Gabriel. I offered you protection. Sheltered you,” he paced, “and you left with a promise on you lips.”

Loki stopped, turned his glare to the archangel at his feet.

“Your lips,” he quietly repeated. There was a snap, and a blunt, wicked looking needle appeared in his hand. The thick thread hung down, dragging on the floor as he walked back over to Gabriel.

“Loki...please.”

“Someone has tendered an offer for you, my friend,” Loki said as he knelt back over Gabriel. “An offer that I didn't want to refuse.” Sleipnir came up behind Gabriel, pulling him into a sitting position and forcing him to look at Loki, fingers roughly digging into his skin.

Gabriel groaned, gurgled really, as the debilitating poison cocktail continued to send him further into unconsciousness. He had no strength left to fight back.

“Did you enjoy being me?” Loki asked as he examined the needle in the light. “You took my face, you took my life. My pleasures and joys.” Loki paused as his eyes fell to Gabriel again. “But now, I think it's time you learned of my punishments.” He straddled Gabriel's legs, a hand in his hair as he tilted the angel's head back at a sharp angle.

The needle sank in, just below Gabriel's lower lip, and he screamed. Sleipnir's grip tightened, but Gabriel could only feel the pain of the needle as it was fed through his skin again and again.

“This is because you can't keep a promise,” Loki said as Gabriel's screams became whimpers behind the lattice work of thread. “This is for every one of my kind that has died because of you.” The blood flowed, ran down Gabriel's face and landed on Loki's suit. Gabriel prayed to his Father for help. “For every lie that has fallen from these lips.”

Gabriel's tears were silent now. Slowly, his vision faded. The pain in his face was so far away, even as Loki continued to sew up his lips. He thought of Hel, of how much he loved her. He hoped and prayed that she would be safe.

He stopped fighting. The sound of the needle slipping through his skin and Loki's laughter were all he heard as he slowly fell into the darkness.

2018

Jesus Christ.

Tell me about it.

Sam sat on his bed, a hand over his mouth as he listened to Gabriel's horrific story. There were tears in his eyes, and he let them fall.

You ok, Sammy? Gabriel asked quietly.

No. He wiped the tears from his face, tried to collect himself. Is that the last time you've seen your daughter?

Yeah. When I woke up after Loki, I was in a dirty cell, and Asmo-dickbag was my… my whatever.

Gabriel. I am so sorry.

It's not your fault, Sam.

Sam only hunched forward, his hands running down his face then back up again.

Maybe if I went back to that hotel sooner...

Please don't do that, Sammy. Don't blame yourself. Anything that happens to me is my fault. Not yours.

Bullshit, Gabriel. You didn't deserve any of that.

Gabriel sighed, pausing before his sad voice filled Sam's mind again. It's ok, Sam.

No, Gabriel. It really isn't.

They sat in silence, both if them digesting the story that Gabriel told. Sam desperately wished he had a solution for this. Something to give Gabriel hope. But at the moment, he didn't have anything.

Do you think...that she's dead?

Sam's blood turned to ice.

I've reached out, with my grace, after I...recovered. But I can't feel her. She's nowhere.

Gabriel was getting frantic, and Sam couldn't find it in him to blame Gabriel for one second of it.

Hel is my daughter. My daughter! He put his hands on her! His disgusting, slimy hands! Where is my daughter, Sam!

Sobs filled Sam's mind. Hearing Gabriel cry, Sam nearly lost it himself. The thought of losing a child, it was too much to bear for either one of them.

We can find her, Gabriel. Please. Please listen.

He waited until the sobs subsided a little.

I'm gonna try. I'll find Hel.

What? Gabriel asked tearfully.

We know the bear that had your grace came from Boston. A hunter named Bart Kemp. We can start there. Hunters keep records, the good ones do, anyway. We'll work backwards. Keep going back until we find her.

Sam…

Or I'll summon her myself with a spell. I'll find her, Gabriel.

Thank you, Sam. I can't tell you enough how-

Abruptly, Gabriel was cut off. Not a sound came through Sam's mind.

Gabriel?

No response.

Gabriel! What happened?!

Sam, he whispered, someone's coming.

~~

A/N again - so, my head canon is that it was Loki who sewed Gabriels mouth shut. Not Asmodeus. Let that sink in and just hurt you all over again.

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[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Stolen Peace

Summary:  HICCUP WHUMP! Based on the episode 'Midnight Scrum'. When bounty hunters get a hold of Hiccup, he makes a simple split-second decision that will haunt him for a long time to come. He just didn't realize the full gravity of his actions until he has a talk with Astrid and Heather one night. WARNING! IMPLIED ATTEMPTED SUICIDE!

Rating: Teen and Up/(Mature?)

Words: 2 492

Author’s Notes:  I wrote this one in the span of one single day after motivation hit me through a Tumblr post discussing the many dark undertones of RttE.

And thus this was created.

Enjoy!

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

The original post

Hiccup's decision had been easily made. Too easily.

After failing to convince Savage of his importance in stopping Viggo Grimborn and his Dragon Hunters and when attempting to trick him that Berk would pay double the amount the bounty promised ended badly, there was only one thought that ran rampant through his mind.

Get off the ship.

A straightforward goal, it was the execution that was a little... off.

With his hands tied tightly behind his back and his arms bound to his middle as an extra precaution, Hiccup knocked Savage's feet right from under him the second he turned his back on him.

In this one moment, he could've done so many things.

He could've kicked Savage's axe away from him, there were plenty of weapons he could go for and use to free himself with, even using his prosthetic to completely knock the former Outcast out was a better idea than what he actually ended up doing.

In a single bout of panic, Hiccup simply decided to... abandon ship.

Climbing over the ship's side with practised agility, he tried throwing himself overboard and he would've succeeded too if Savage hadn't recovered and pulled him back, instead flinging him onto the wooden deck and adding to the massive headache already pounding in his skull.

"Swimming home with your hands tied?" To Savage it was an opportunity to mock his prisoner. He grabbed hold of the metal leg with his free hand and braced himself with a foot on the teen's stomach before pulling it off with one harsh tug.

It wasn't pleasant. It was always humiliating if a foe seperated him from his prosthetic, a quick way to keep him from escaping.

That should've been the end of it, but it was right then that Savage was knocked out cold by Throk, who proved himself an ally send by Queen Mala after she had received word of the bounty placed on the Dragon Rider's head.

Hiccup didn't have time to think, to really contemplate his actions and realize what he had been about to do so willingly, so... easily.

Those days were lost to him. Later on Hiccup would find he had a hard time forgetting, but also remembering, what happened.

There were many bounty hunters hunting him for his prize. A lot of people who had lain their hands on him and brought pain again and again. There were beatings, he had been knocked out cold several times, a mysterious man he had seen only once before had even wrapped a chain around his neck and dragged him around like a pet, like a slave, property.

There were no breaks. Just stress and pain and fear and exhaustion.

In the end the Dragon Riders and his father had caught up to him just in time and saved him from Ryker Grimborn, who had been waiting on Sleipnir Island to bring him to his brother, Viggo. But being rescued and brought back home where he was safe and sound didn't take anything away from what he went through. Hiccup had heard of traumas before. He would never admit to having any himself, he wanted to concentrate on what truly mattered and that were his friends and their mission, but it was clear that this event would leave a lasting impact on him. Both the bounty and meeting Viggo Grimborn.

How big of an impact, he had no idea until one conversation late in the evening.

It had been two weeks since then.

Fortunately, Berk did not have the exact details of his kidnapping, but they knew something had happened and their heir needed time to recover.

The bruises littering his body, particularly the very nasty one around his neck, were too obvious and Hiccup had been mostly confined to his house both because he was too sore to move around much and because his father ordered him to stay put.

But it wasn't only that. Ryker punching him square in the chest had left him with a bruised sternum and that made it hard to breathe sometimes.

Nobody was really surprised. That punch in his gut was strong enough to knock him unconscious.

His injuries were slow to fade away and the rest was certainly welcome, but Hiccup was already itching to go back to the Edge. Staying inactive for too long drove him mad and made him feel useless.

That was why Astrid had come that night, accompanied by Heather. They knew of his plans to move back to Dragon's Edge and had come to try and convince him that, perhaps, it wasn't such a bad idea to stay a little while longer.

They knew he needed to recuperate. In their opinion, despite the two weeks off, their friend still looked like he had been chained up and dragged behind a stampeding Gronckle.

Their attempts weren't working.

"Hiccup, you can't be serious! Have you actually looked at yourself the past few days? You need your rest!" Astrid argued, raising her voice. To say that she thought Hiccup's plan to go back already was madness would be an understatement.

"And I can get that rest back on the Edge aswell. Where I can also be sure that we're staying on top of Viggo and his men." Hiccup wasn't giving in. Arguing with Astrid Hofferson was a difficult feat to accomplish, but this was one discussion he couldn't let her win. He knew where they were needed, where he was needed, and that wasn't here on Berk.

"You can barely even talk!" Her hand gestured wildly at him as she sat at the table and it was a good point she brought up.

"My voice is doing f-" Further backed up by the cough that interrupted him.

"My point exactly!" Heather stared at the two as they argued, trying to feel like she wasn't a third wheel in this talk. All she wanted to say, Astrid had already told him.

Hiccup's coughing didn't cease for a little while and the two young women decided to give him some space to gather himself. It didn't sit well with them how he subconsciously rubbed on his throat, they knew of the chain the masked hunter had wrapped around it.

Another reason to keep him home. Hiccup's wounds weren't just purely physical.

"Hiccup, please-" Astrid tried again.

"No, Astrid, sitting here and doing nothing is exactly what Viggo wants me to do."

"You can't just keep driving yourself into the ground either! You have limits! Limits that you reached two weeks ago and that you need to heal from!" This wasn't getting them anywhere. No matter how long they could keep arguing about this, it didn't look like either Haddock or Hofferson wanted to cave in. Both had noble goals, but only one was in the right.

Heather watched them go back and forth. She had tagged along to provide some back-up, but now she wondered if it hadn't been a little smarter to wait for Chief Stoick to come home first. He could've helped keep his son home.

This? This was futile.

Both Hiccup and Astrid ended up frustrated and angry with each other, but they were gathering their thoughts and that provided them with a few seconds of tense silence.

Astrid tapped her fingers on the wooden table, her face contorted in a look of fury. Hiccup paced, unable to stand still. If anything, he looked even more tired than before.

"I overheard Savage saying something."

That's when Heather decided to speak up.

It would probably shock Astrid aswell, but she was prepared for that. It was time to give Hiccup a little bit of a perspective, just like he had given one to her sometime ago.

"What do you mean, Heather?" Hiccup's voice broke as he spoke, he really needed to let it and himself heal properly.

"When we found Savage's ship, he blamed you for getting captured in the first place." She started and Hiccup found himself quietly agreeing. If he hadn't been so stubborn and just made his dad aware of the bounty, none of that would've happened and he and the other Dragon Riders would've been on Berk.

"It made your dad really angry-"

"It made all of us angry. Blaming the victim..." Astrid interrupted briefly.

Heather glanced over to her, found her sitting back in her chair with her arms crossed and her face turned away from both her and Hiccup.

It hurt her that he refused to take care of himself like this. And Heather knew she was about to make it a whole lot worse.

"Anyway, your dad had almost killed him for it. Toothless managed to stop him in time, but Stoick was ready to kill Savage for it, for putting the blame on you. But that wasn't all he said." What she was saying drew Astrid's attention too as she gazed back at her best friend from the corners of her eyes.

"What else did he say?" Hiccup had enough of this conversation, so his constant restless pacing told them, but he wasn't about to silence her either. That wouldn't be fair to her, he knew they meant well.

"Savage said, and I'm only quoting him now, but he said "I should've let him drown". Those were his exact words." Heather finally arrived to the point she wanted to make and Astrid straightened in her seat.

"When did he say that?!" She spoke, her fingers itching for her axe and a certain Outcast-turned-bounty hunter to use it on.

"When we were heading for Sleipnir Island. I was the last one there, I don't think he expected me to hear him." Heather answered before she turned her attention back to her other troubled friend.

Who stood there, staring at her, as if something he had completely forgotten was now returning to him.

"Did you throw yourself overboard, Hiccup?" It wasn't a simple question, but Heather's soft and inquiring tone almost made it seem like one. She wanted him to know he could trust them with his answer.

"Hiccup?" Astrid made a small and scared noise. Throk had told them Hiccup had been bound tightly when he found him and they had seen the ropes. But for as impulsive as he could be, he must've known there were a million other things he could've done that didn't involve meeting a cold and slow death by drowning in the ocean, where his body could never be found.

"I'm..." Hiccup was at a loss for words and he looked off to the side, afraid to look them in the eye.

But as they patiently awaited an answer, he did see what Heather wanted him to see.

Hiccup had almost taken his own life. Right then and there, on Savage's ship. And voluntarily so.

Ryker had claimed that Viggo wanted to kill him by his own hand, that was why the bounty had been placed on his head, but Viggo said a lot of thing and many of them were lies constructed to benefit nobody but himself.

The fate that awaited him if those bounty hunters did succeed in delivering him to the Grimborn brothers, while the rest of the world believed him dead... Hiccup realized he would much rather risk death than face it.

And he almost did.

Without a second thought.

"Hiccup..." Astrid moved to stand up, no longer angry, but rattled instead.

"I... wasn't... trying to, I..." He paused.

"I think you're right. We should stay on Berk a little while longer." That perspective Heather never mentioned was made clear to him and Hiccup caved in. He never feared the Red Death, Alvin and the Outcasts or Ryker enough to let it stop him from fighting them. He may have felt something akin to fright for Dagur, but that still couldn't compare to how ultimately terrified he was of Viggo.

And that fear had almost cost him his life, his father his son, his friends their leader, his dragon his Rider.

Perhaps, he did need to heal.

"Hiccup...?" Astrid was at his side then, while Heather stayed seated at the table. Her hand gingerly grabbed his.

There was a look in his eyes that she did not like. It implied that something had broken inside of him just then.

There were tears he was trying to blink away.

"I'm... I think I'm gonna go to bed. And rest." Astrid drew back when she heard him speak up again, she knew that all he wanted was to be left alone now. Left alone with his thoughts.

"Don't tell the others?" She hated that tiny voice that left him. She couldn't say no to that.

"We won't." Astrid made the promise in Heather's stead too, who nodded.

Without another word spoken, nothing more needed to be said, Hiccup simply retreated to his bedroom. He didn't tell them goodnight and neither of the girls did either.

They remained downstairs and watched him go, let him close the hatch that led to his room. A sure sign that he wanted to be alone.

Toothless was already up there, it was fine.

"Astrid?" Heather stood up and approached her best friend, laying a hand on her pauldron. She could only imagine how hard this must be.

"He didn't even deny it. So... what you said is true?" She turned to face her, heartbreak evident in her watery eyes.

Heather didn't need to answer.

"Oh Thor..." She felt like she needed to sit down.

"We should go before Stoick comes home. He doesn't usually stay away for this long, does he?" Heather managed to draw her away from the Haddock Household. Right now Astrid needed some peace of her own and it was time to return home, where Heather also stayed for the time being.

She had already racked her brain over this issue the past two weeks, now it was Astrid's turn to give this a place and somehow not tell the other Riders or Stoick. This had to stay between the three of them.

Well, the four of them.

Toothless probably heard the entire thing.

While they left, meeting a tired Stoick on their way out, Hiccup sat on the edge of his bed.

His Night Fury's head on his lap, he embraced him and hid his face away. He hated being this weak and helpless when there were so many people counting on him to be strong, but he clung onto him as if he was his one remaining tether to this world. Toothless let him, he knew his Rider felt lost.

They had always been so in tune with one another.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Bud. I would never leave you." Hiccup promised him in whispers, but the dragon didn't respond.

Steadily learning human customs, he had one foreleg wrapped around his Rider's back, imitating a hug to let him know he was there.

He had heard everything.

And he would never leave Hiccup's side ever again.

#rtte #hiccup #astrid #heather #whump #race to the edge #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #toothless #hiccstrid #whump fic #hiccup whump #midnight scrum #implied suicide attempt #mentions of suicide #suicide mention #tw: suicide mention #tw: mentions of suicide #my fanfics #stolen peace #slavery mention #tw: slavery mention

[xiaoisms]

Asgardian or Jotun

Pairing: Loki x Female Original Character

Summary: Loki accidentally hurts her and tries to push her away, however she will not allow it and persuades him with some joyous news.

Warnings: Angst, fluff

A/N: i wrote this bc my loki feels were acting up. ive decided to publish it as a sample of my writing, feel free to send in requests!

Freja was awakened by her stomach. It grumbled and moaned, complaining that she hadn’t eaten enough before going to sleep, and she attempted to roll over and fall back to sleep as she realised it was the middle of the night, but the hollowness in her gut refused to allow sleep to befall her once more. Letting out a frustrated huff, she threw her covers back, sliding out of her bed groggily and left her room, her feet leading her toward the kitchens. However, she was stopped as she noticed a coldness that was more extreme than anything she had felt radiating from one of the chambers she passed. It didn’t take her long to realise whose chambers they were.

Concern quickly laced her features as she gently knocked on his door, and when receiving no response, quietly opened it. “Loki?” she called out gently, not wishing to startle him. There was still no response, and she folded her bare arms over herself in an attempt to keep warm as goosebumps covered her skin.

She could hear a low mumbling coming from where Loki slept, and, frowning, Freja approached him, the cold only increasing as she got closer. She noticed Loki flinch in his sleep, and realised he must have been having a nightmare.

“Loki,” she spoke, more sternly this time, as she wanted to wake him from his torment. “Loki, wake up.” She reached out her hand and placed it on his arm to shake him, but upon the contact, Loki’s eyes snapped open and he flipped them over, his hand instinctively around her throat as he was unarmed. That was when Freja realised why it was so cold - Loki was in his Jotun form; his skin was blue and radiated cold, his eyes redder than rubies.

“Loki,” she spoke calmly, however strained. She could feel her neck burning from the coldness of his hand, and the moment she spoke, Loki’s eyes widened in panic and he threw himself back, staring at the wall as he returned to his Asgardian form. Unwillingly, she started coughing at the freedom of her throat, her neck aching and burned purple. She tried to speak, but Loki bet her to it.

“Get out,” he spat, not looking at her.

“Loki,” she started, but his gaze snapped to her before she could finish.

“Get out!” he shouted, and Freja, unflinching, looked sadly upon Loki before she stood up and left, leaving the god to his thoughts and the unsettling feeling in his stomach.

When Freja entered the dining hall the next morning, her neck bandaged as they healed the wounds, she made eye contact with Loki, whose expression was unreadable. “Good morning,” she said with a smile, to which she got some in return from the few who were in the room, however Loki remained quiet, his eyes fixed on her as she moved to put some food on her plate. “How did everyone sleep?”

That was when Loki stood up and left the hall without a word, and when Freja turned around to face him once more, he was gone. She frowned, her lips pouting slightly in thought. She so hoped Loki didn’t blame himself for what happened last night as it was hardly his fault. Alas, she never had the chance to ask, as Loki continued to avoid her for the next four days.

The fifth day was when she had enough. Standing outside of Loki’s chambers, she pressed her lips together in a line that was as thin as her patience. Knocking once and not waiting for a response, she pushed the door open and entered, leaning against the wall as she spotted Loki standing before her.

“Lady Freja,” he said. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She raised her brows, leaned over to a nearby dresser and picked up one of his metal cuffs, before she threw it at him. It went straight through him, clattering as it hit the floor, and her face turned sour. “Clearly, nothing, as you are not actually here.”

“How did you know?” he inquired, his head tilted.

“I didn’t.” She shrugged, before she stepped further into the room. “You have been avoiding me.”

“Have I now?” His tone was ridiculing, and she hated it.

“You know you have,” she retorted. “Why?” She didn’t miss the way his eyes travelled down to her neck. The bandages had been removed, but there was still a slight pinkness to it as it was still healing.

“Nobody wants to see a monster,” he said, his tone level but she knew what he was referring to.

“Are you referring the other night when your skin was blue and your eyes were red?” She let out a disbelieving laugh, wiping a hand over her face in frustration. “Do you truly believe I’d think any differently of you?”

“Do you not?!” His voice was slightly raised now, as he didn’t believe the words she spoke. “I strangled you, I burned you, yet you would stand here and have me believe you are not afraid of me?”

“Because I am not!” She was irritated now, frustrated that Loki was being so ignorant. “Having nightmares does not make you a monster! You did not mean to hurt me, I know that, Loki, so of course I would not be afraid of you!”

“You truly have no sense of self-preservation,” he let out in disbelief.

“This is not about self-preservation, Loki!” Freja’s voice was well beyond raised at this point.

“Then what is it?!” Loki demanded, his voice booming.

“Do you not understand?” she asked, her eyes narrowed. “I trust you!”

“Perhaps you should not!” he responded, his voice still raised. “After all, I am not actually here, am I?”

Freja let out a laugh that sounded half-mad. “I suppose it does not matter, does it? It does not matter that I tell you I trust you with my life.” She picked up a book from his dresser. “It does not matter if I say I think you’re beautiful!” She threw the book at him on the last word, and he stepped aside so it missed him, and stepped closer to her. “Asgardian or Jotun! It does not matter that I cannot breathe when you’re around!” He dodged another book, stepping closer to her again. “It does not matter that I think of you, all the time!” This time it was a hairbrush. “That you drive me crazy!” A metal statue of Sleipnir. “That I wish I could hate you, but I don’t!” A chalice. “Because I’m in love with you!” Another book. She picked up his other metal cuff that was the twin of the one she threw before. Loki was in front of her by now, and she raised the hand that held the cuff. “You know all of this, yet none of it matters, because you’re not actually here!” And she went to throw the cuff, but his hand caught her wrist.

Her eyes widened, her hand dropping the cuff in shock. “You’re-” Loki hooked a finger under her chin, leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

“You do not know how I have missed you,” he said after they parted, his fingers still on her chin as he traced her bottom lip with his thumb, before he dropped his hand and stepped back. “I avoided you because I could not stand the thought of your being afraid of me. I hurt you, and for that, I will not forgive myself.”

“Loki,” Freja started, reaching to grasp his hand but missing.

He shook his head, turning away from her. “You are too dear to me, Freja. I cannot risk it happening again.”

“So you would decide my future for me!” she responded. “You would rather cut me off than have me at your side as you and I both desire!”

When Loki didn’t respond upon his walking away from her, her anger grew.

“You would leave the woman bearing your son to raise him on her own!” Her voice echoed, and the room fell silent as Loki ceased moving. He turned to her.

“You are with child?” he asked, his eyes wide with shock.

“Yes,” Freja said, approaching him. “I had hoped to tell you under different circumstances, but you left me no choice.”

“A son?” he whispered in disbelief.

“Your son,” she corrected, placing a hand on his cheek as she was now in front of him. “Please, do not push us away.”

Loki’s lips were on hers once more in a tender kiss, inexplicable joy coursing through his veins as he smiled upon her lips. “I love you,” he said, parting from her lips and resting his forehead upon hers. “I will not leave you, I promise.”

“I love you,” she returned, pulling him into a warm embrace. “But that does not make me any less furious.”

Loki laughed. “Is there ever a time that you are not mad with me?”

“No, I believe there isn’t.”

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[dragon-chica]

Loki x teen!reader

My first go at Loki! I hope it's alright

It wasn't uncommon for Loki to join Thor on his visits to Midgard, whether voluntary or because Thor wouldn't let him stay behind.

Usually the latter. Although Loki was no longer a seen as the enemy, having become one of the Avengers as well as part of his punishment. He had even become almost fond of the youngest hero during his time on 'house arrest' at the tower.

A teen named (Y/n), who much to his annoyance at the time refused to take his unsocial brooding as an answer and stubbornly demanded his friendship.

This happened to be one of the times he was more compliant for the trip, possibly having whispered the suggestion of visiting earth into his brother's ear so it wouldn't appear that he was the one who wanted to go.

Thor was easy enough to trick into it, always enthusiastic about seeing his friends and luckily so preoccupied with it he didn't ask where Loki had been, nor of the basket he carried.

Heimdall teleported them to Midgard in an instant, the smell of singed grass permeated the air as they headed towards the compound, Thor striding ahead with thrill of reunion.

 As always, the team came to greet them upon arrival, all but one already present once they walked through the entrance.

Soon after, the sound of running and Thor was attacked from behind, arms around his neck in what would be a choking hug as (Y/n) dangled on his back.

"No one told me you were coming!" there was too much happiness in (Y/n)'s voice to really be a complaint.

Thor laughed, spinning in a circle while the teen clung to not be thrown off. "Apologies dear (Y/n), we hadn't planned this visit until now."

Their attention quickly turned to Loki, no doubt ready to climb down and pounce on him for a less dramatic hug, it was tradition by now.

"I have brought you a gift from Asgard." Loki didn't miss the spark in (Y/n)'s eye, attention turning to the woven basket at his side.

"Really? Can I open it?" (Y/n) gave Loki a brief hug before turning attention to the container and he nodded.

Tugging the case closer, it wasn't the lightest object, before undoing the small latch, looking up at him with questioning gaze, it appeared to be only a pelt wedged inside.

"Tip the basket on it's side, it'll roll out."

Gently turning it over they waited, the rest of the Avengers creating a wide enough circle around you to see just what Loki might have brought to earth this time.

Only a few seconds passed before the fuzzy thing rolled out, a bit clumsily perhaps.

A wide yawn escaped the creature's beak like lips as it unfurled, clacking its mouth together. A fat tail uncurled and stumpy limbs stretched out, it was covered in head to toe short russet fur and golden cat slit eyes.

It looked around at all the people, tiny leathery wings extending before lifting the tired creature into the air a few feet, round stomach for all to see and a small curious noise about the new surroundings.

It's hovering didn't last long before the small and unused to flight wings stumbled, ready to plummet the tiny beast to the ground.

Luckily it was saved by the quick reflexes of (Y/n), catching the armful of pudginess and fuzz before it hit the floor.

It yipped, starring up at them seemingly surprised by it's savior

"Hello there cutie" (Y/n) grinned at it, fully enamored by the adorable creature and readjusted to better hold the small animal, it's tail thumping against you with excitement for the attention.

Loki ignored the judgmental and unsure expressions on the Avenger's faces. The youngling in your arms was harmless and not their place to interfere.

Thor could sense the uneasiness of his companions, clapping Steve on the shoulder "Come now friends! There is no need to worry, Loki means no harm at all."

 It was a few hours after that Loki decided to check up on you and your 'gift', wondering what exactly you might be doing with him.

Found easily enough, you were in your room sitting on the floor with who he recognized as Peter Parker, he had met the boy during his last visit to earth.

Loki announced his presence with a cough, barely gaining your attention from the ball of fur on the floor.

"Hey Loki!" you smiled at him before returning your attention to that in front of you.

Peter seemed apprehensive to touch the beast, though only about the size of a fat pygmy goat, opting to keep his hands to himself and observe intently from a few feet away sitting cross legged as you played with the joyful creature, not the slightest worry.

Amusing, he thought.

"Have you figured what you plan to name it?" Loki kept his voice even, uninterested almost.

"I've decided to call him Gummy! 'Cause he's so cute and pudgy" the glee in (Y/n) voice was unmistakable.

Loki's nose scrunched up slightly at the name, how...undignified.

Gummy though seemed more than content, splayed out on his back, wiggly limbs in the air as his round belly was being rubbed.

 Loki was the god of mischief. Of trickery. He was only recognized and judged by his faults, remembered for his lies and failures.

It was something that affected his children as well, Hel, Fenris, Jormungand, Sleipnir even. They were all shunned and treated with malice merely for their heritage.

And now, 'Gummy'. Such a ridiculous and undignified name, creature or not he was still the child of a god, a child of Asgard.

Not that anyone would expect as much, a fat, fur covered squishy thing with tiny wings that somehow kept it afloat. And being raised by a Midgardian of all things, it was ridiculous.

But there was Gummy, yipping with joy and rolling across the floor as he played with (Y/n), unaware of Loki watching from the door.

Clueless to who he even really was.

Loki smiled as he watched the two play with gentle roughhousing, not missing the gleeful sounds when stomach fur was ruffled.

Gummy, the first of Loki's children to ever receive a happy life.

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❛ i’m not going to kill you. you don’t deserve that. ❜ clive & sleipnir.

Hero & villain starters || Accepting

Sleipnir wheezes where he sits there on the ground, clutching at his chest. Barnabas is dead. So why isn't he? He can't seem to wrap his head around it, staring at the dead body of his majesty with wide eyes. Whatever cruel thing is keeping him alive now must be laughing at him, and he looks over at Clive, swallowing hard.

"...You must think yourself...hilarious..." they stutter out, coughing blood onto the ground. Everything hurts. Their vision is swimming. Barnabas is dead. Barnabas is dead. He is dead. What do they do now? What is their purpose now?

They try to crawl to him, to their fallen king, but they are in too much pain to do so. Instead, they just stay where they are, curling up into a ball. There is so much blood. "If..if you kill me, it'd be a mercy, wouldn't it?" He doesn't know if he's speaking more to Clive or to himself. "Wh-whatever you decide, just fucking make it quick."

#rosariens #;Sleipnir #idk what this is but im sad 😃