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moiravim · 1 year

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Rainy Nights

Fem (gender fluid) Loki x GN Reader

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You worked in a small library in New York. Most of the books were used, but costed one to two dollars, so sales were great. Expecially during summer when everyone had time off to read.

You sit near the cash register, typing on your computer. You were currently writing a short story. Not that anyone would read it, but you had your dreams just like everyone else.

A familiar face walks up and you realize Loki is buying another book. She comes almost every day and you wonder if she actually reads all the books she buys.

"Hey, yn. It's nice seeing you again" she says as she smiles and hands you the book she's buying. "Hey Loki, it's nice to see you too. You know, with how fast you read these books it would be much cheaper to use a library..." You respond to her.

She just smiles at you. "I'd rather just keep the books.. it's nice having them, it's almost like a trophy" you smile and nod understandingly.

Loki is beautiful. You can't deny it. The only problem was that you were too shy to ask for her number or ask her on a date.

She starts to walk out when you stop her by stuttering out; "hey, Loki- um.. I was wondering if you'd want to maybe go on a- go to dinner with me."

She smiles as she turns around and responds "I'd love to. I've been waiting for you to ask me out". She giggles as you stare in shock.

At least it was nice knowing she felt the same as you did. She waves as she turns around and shouts "I'll meet you back here at 7!"

You stare as she walks out the door. You look at the time to see it's 5:30. You plan to close the store at 6 and get ready for the date.

As you get ready you think of where to take her. You probably should've planned this much earlier...

You remember a nice pasta place nearby which recently opened. It was in your price zone and had good reviews.

When she gets there you see her in a stunning black dress and look back down at your cheap (suit/dress).

She smiles at you and says; "I got you something". She hands you a green beaded bracelet and lifts wrist to show how she has a matching one.

You smile back as you put it on and thank her. You hook your arms as you guide her to the restaurant you picked out.

You get a table and sit in the booth across from her. "So... What do you do in your free time?" Loki asks you. "I write. I also enjoy reading... Obviously." You respond akwardly as she chuckles. You smile.

The waiter comes over and you both order. "What about you, what do you like to do? ...Other than reading." You ask her. "I like to paint." She states happily.

The room grows quiet when your food comes and you both start eating. You focus on the music in hopes to avoid the awkwardness. She seems so much more calm.

You wonder if she can tell your anxious. Your question is answered when she puts her hand on yours and asks you; "are you feeling okay?...you seem very nervous."

You nod. "Yes, I'm okay. I just get anxious... I'm sorry." She looks at you sadly. "don't apologize. That's not something you need to apologize for."

You both finish your food and pay. As you open the door you realize it's pouring rain. "Oh no... I'm so sorry-" she cuts you off by giggling and pulling you into the rain.

You take your jacket off and put it over the two of you as you run through the rain. Eventually the jacket was soaking wet and was no longer protecting you from the rain so you took it off, tying it around your waist.

You two stopped at a park, still soaking wet and ran through the beautiful nature trails. You stopped near a fountain and sit on the bench in front of it.

Even though your hair was a mess and her makeup was running down her face, this moment was still perfect. She leaned in and kissed you as you kissed back.

You got back up and the two of you playfully ran around the park before stopping at a small booth in the park.

You went up to the sad, wet man selling ice cream and bought two with a smile on your face. His face lit up as he handed you two ice creams.

The two of you started walking out of the park while eating your now wet and melting ice cream.

Nothing could change this happy moment. By the time you both finished your ice creams you just got back to the bookshop and went next door to your small apartment.

You gave her a towel and a change of dry clothes as you got dressed yourself. You made a bag of popcorn and put blankets on the couch, making it as cozy as possible.

When she got back you let her pick a movie as the two of you cuddled on the couch. "Let's do this again soon.." you say with a grin on your face. "How about Friday? I'll plan it this time." She responds playfully.

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blankdblank · 5 months

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Swap Masterlist

Chose to go ahead and post the first chapter finally of my gender swapping Loki mini series that i've been hoarding for a while just to see how people like it. So if you don't mind let me know what you think of it.

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Summary -

Video games to a jaunty tune about a little bird in search of a new home are a new daily obstruction to discovering just who is hacking Stark Tower every day since the start of a certain internship program. Shadowing Peter Parker however gives an answer to that daily obstruction being used as an unmistakable alarm clock to remind the teen to not miss the train home.

And the one outside awaiting him is none other than his elder sister, former disgraced FBI prodigy who dropped off the planet post Dishonorable Discharge, devastating the former Avengers initiative in the process. Pluto Parker, Codename: Conspiracy. Former wrongs will be righted and questions surrounding this reinstated Avenger team member grow by the day.

Ch 1 - Link to Ao3 here

#Loki x oc #Peter Parker older sister #Peter Parker #Nick Fury #Bruce Banner #Tony Stark #Stark Tower #Gender fluid loki #gender fluid oc #gender swapping #Mariah Hill #Marvel #Secret pasts #Secret identities

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avesrinapproved · 4 months

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all Asgardians are raised gender neutral until the age of 13 when they have a big ceremony and choose what they want to be. this fic is of a young Loki figuring themself out before their 13th birthday when they'll have to tell the whole of Asgard who they are.

Loki has always been a troublesome child, sneaking into Odin's vaults, playing pranks on the inhabitants of the castle, summoning a monster or too, and they've earned themselves quite a few scars for their trouble. But as they age it only gets worse, slacking off during training, skipping out of their royal duties, plotting bigger and worse things to do.

"Loki. We do not use magic in that manner.'' Odin scolds when he finds Loki snickering and hiding from a very angry Sif, after illusioning her to look like an ogre and having her chased by the guards. “Do you want the kingdom to hate you?"

"It was just Sif..." Loki argues, crossing their arms.

"Is Sif not part of the kingdom?"

"...no.. she is..” they admit “but she's my friend and it was funny" they don't see why this is such a big deal.

"Magic is to be used for bettering the kingdom and ourselves; not for foolish play. You are a prince Loki, start acting like it." Odin sneers

“Yes father.” they say, dipping their head.

“Good. You'll never be fit for the throne if you continue to act like this," he says, returning to his walk. Loki waits till he's left before going to Sif, kicking at the ground angrily.

“There you are, Loki! You're going to pay for this!” Sif says marching over to them

“Yeah, I know. I'm sorry Sif.” they grumble. “I didn't act very princely.”

Sif stops mid-step to stare at them. "It's fine. I'm not a pansy." she answers finally, crossing her arms.

“Are we still friends?”

“Of course. Want to come watch Thor fight the Squires?"

Loki smiles and nods, following her out to the sparing ground.

They just sit and watch Thor fight the squires for a while before Loki leans over “hey Sif… you know how to do some of those pretty braids right?”

“Yes. Why?" Sif asks defensively.

“Well… my hair is finally long enough to style... and I was wondering if you would braid it?”

".. braid your hair?" She looks at him, “why not just have your royal stylists do it?”

“I just want to try it... And if I tell the stylists they'll do it more than just once even if I don't like it.”

“Alright” she nods “turn around so I can braid”

They smile and scoot closer. Sif starts to braid small braids into their hair while she watches Thor spar, weaving the braids together before putting it all up into a ponytail. “There, all done” she says. Loki reaches up, running their fingers along the braids.

"You look like a girl." Sif informs

"You think?" Loki asks excitedly.

"Uh.. Yeah.. Why would you want that?" Sif asks wrinkling her nose

"...I think it's pretty?.." they say tentatively

"You can't do anything though if you're a girl."

"You do. You've been a girl for a whole 2 years now. And I don't want to be a girl... I just want my hair to be pretty." Loki tries to explain.

"Yes but I'm weird. I do things girls usually don't do." She looks at their hair, "... I guess you can have pretty hair and not be a girl."

They smile and nod, bouncing up "Thor! Look!" They say, running over to him when there's a pause in his sparing.

Thor looks over and smiles, "Ah, your hair! It's pretty!"

They smile and nod "I'm going to show mother!" They say excitedly, running to their mother and pulling on her dress slightly to get her attention.

She looks down at them, "Oh, hello my child."

"Sif did my hair, isn't it pretty mother?" they ask, spinning

"Yes, it's very pretty. She did a good job." Frigga agrees.

They nod and bounce a bit, going to go find a mirror to look in, running their fingers over their hair as they admire it, it is very pretty, definitely not as fancy as it could be, but its still very pretty, they look pretty, they look down at their clothes, illusioning themself into a pretty green dress to better match the hair before looking in the mirror, doing a little spin.

"Loki! What are you doing my son?" Odin growls. Loki jumps and spins around, illusioning themself to look normal hiding the braids too before looking up.

Odin looks down at them. "What are you doing?"

"Just playing...." Loki mumbles

".. Why don't you do something more.. Educational? Your brother is sparing, why don't you join him?" Odin huffs.

"Cause I'd hurt him. It's not fun when I have to hold back." They roll their eyes.

"Go spar with someone else then, just stop doing... this." Odin gestures to them.

They sigh and walk off dropping the illusion once they're out of sight, taking their hair down and going back to sit with Sif.

Sif looks at them "What happened to your braids?”

"I had to take them out." They say sadly

"Oh.. The Allfather?..."

They nod sadly, fidgeting with their hands. What's so wrong with wanting braids anyway?

She looks down before looking back up, "Wanna spar?"

"Sure..." they nod, tying their hair up out of their face and pulling out their knives.

She smiles and gets up.

"Do you want me to take it easy on you since you're new to this?" They ask as they head for more open ground to spar in.

".. We'll just see how it goes." Sif smirks

"Okay" they nod happily

She pulls her hair up and fixes her clothes before looking at them

They smile, "shall we begin?"

"Definitely."

Sif is rather competent for having only started training a few years ago. Loki is better of course, but she’s still good. Loki lets her get some hits in and she even gets some they didn't let her, and they point out where she can improve every time they land a hit on her, just enjoying themself.

"Okay! okay, I yield!" Loki says from the ground where Sif has them pinned, both smiling and laughing as Sif helps them up, looking very proud.

"Loki! Sif!" Odin looks at them both, Sif lowering a bit

Loki straightens up dusting themself off "you told me to find someone to spar... didn't you father?..." they ask

".. Yes, that is true. But I expected someone more... Suitable." Odin sneers slightly

"I think I'd have to leave Asgard for that." Loki grumbles.

Odin shoots him a glare, "Loki. Follow."

They look to Sif before following

Odin takes them off, "Loki, what was that?"

"I don't understand what you mean father." Loki says, keeping their head down. They just can’t get it right…

"You are trained better than to lose to a girl." Odin scolds

"She's new to it all. I wasn't intending to fight her seriously." Loki says, taken aback. That's what he’s upset about? That Loki lost a play fight "I don't think me letting her win says anything about my abilities."

"It shouldn't even have been considered in the first place."

"Why?.. Older kids sparred with me when I was inexperienced… and they certainly let me win... I was only doing the same..." they explain, still confused.

"She's a girl, Loki. Girls don't spar."

"...oh..."

He sighs, "Now you look like a fool, being beaten by a girl."

If that's what he’s upset about, Loki can fix that. They could ask for a rematch and put Sif on her ass. "Want me to redo the fight? I will, I'll fight Thor too" they say, turning back to the training fields.

He growls, "Do not get smart with me, boy."

"I.. I'm not?" they stop, confused. “Is that not what you want?”

"You're talking back to your king. Do you think that is smart?"

"I.. no.. I wasn't…"

"Then what was that?"

"...I... I don't know what you want..." Loki says, getting frustrated

"I want you to behave like a prince. To be a good example!"

"I am."

Odin sighs and shakes his head "You are not. A prince should act with grace and maturity; you are still playing silly games and making yourself look like a fool. How will anyone want that as a king?"

"I act just the same as Thor! And they never get scolded! So if both of your kids act this way maybe you're the problem!" they snap.

Odin grabs their arm tightly as they turn to storm off. "You never speak that way to your king! Do you know how thankful you should be that you are even my son? Do you have no grace?"

“I think I'd be much more thankful if I wasn't your son!” they yell, pushing against him.

Odin tightens his grip on their arm, sending pain all the way up to their shoulder, pulling a small whimper from Loki. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." they say quickly. Tears springing to their eyes as he squeezes tighter.

"An apology does not even begin cover this." Odin growls, throwing Loki's arm down. "Room. Now."

Loki nods and quickly runs off to their room, holding their injured arm close.

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Odin has some books delivered to his room, mostly about the kingdom rules and how to honor your king.

Loki sits and reads through them bitterly. Looking for anything they could use against him, any rules they could point to next time. If father wants them to be perfect then fine. They'll be perfect

They're not allowed out until dinner, but that's fine with them. Not like they wanted to see anyone anyway. They go down to grab food eventually, loading up a plate and turning to leave before they catch sight of Odin glaring daggers at them. They shuffle and slowly sit by Thor, keeping their eyes on Odin.

Thor smiles, "Hello Brother." they say through a mouth full of food.

“Thor, it's rude to talk with your mouth full.” Loki informs, picking at their plate, their stomach twisting itself into knots.

"Are you not hungry?.." Thor asks, looking down at Loki's virtually untouched plate.

"Not very.. No." they admit.

".. Are you feeling unwell, brother?.." Thor asks, knitting his brows together in worry.

"A bit yeah.." they nod

Thor tilts his head, "Oh... "

Loki goes back to picking at their plate, even taking a few bites when they feel Odin's eyes piercing into them. Stopping as soon as Odin returns to his conversation with the other court members, feeling ill.

"Would you like me to walk you to your room, Brother?" Thor offers quietly.

“No, I'm fine Thor" Loki dismisses, taking a few more bites to try and placate Thor.

Thor lightly rubs their shoulder, before glancing up at Odin who's watching them again. Loki follows Thor's gaze, before scooting away from them. Thor finally returns to eating.

Loki stays much longer than the other kids that night, just sitting silently and listening to the adults talk, taking in as much information as they can and listening to the music the bards play after dinner. Odin looks over at them occasionally but doesn't say anything so it's alright. Loki finally heads to bed when all the adults do, falling into bed and letting sleep overtake them

#loki and thor #loki laufeyson #marvel #fanfic #ao3 #thor odinson #thor comics #young loki #young thor #thors the golden child #angst #gender fluid loki #trans loki #supportive brother thorr

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wordynerdygurl · 2 years

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A Bit of Both

Author’s Note: This story was an anonymous request - one for gender fluid Loki and the reader. As a cis-het woman with bi-wife energy, of a certain age, I hope that I have handled this subject matter appropriately, as I don’t take gender politics or the struggles of LGBTQIA+ people lightly. In the event that I haven’t met this goal, please reach out to me. We only get better when we are willing to learn and I am happy to have the needed conversations. Pairing: Gender Fluid Loki x Female Reader

Summary: When you notice Loki’s attachment to an old friend, it starts a conversation. Warnings: Mentions of smut, Gender Fluid Loki, Lady Loki and frank talk about sexy times. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Are you having fun?” It was a loaded question when it came out of the sensuous mouth of Loki Odinson, his lush lips licking over the tendon of your neck as his hands explored further south. Nodding with a little laugh, safely snuggled in the space between Loki’s spread thighs, you were delighted at the spectacle before you. The Warriors Three, Lady Sif and Prince Thor were putting on a mighty reenactment of some battle or another and laying on the silliness pretty thick. Playing into the calling crowd, Fandral’s voice rose above the others, “I think we need a volunteer, don’t you?”

Searching the faces that filled the seats so close to the stage, you gasped when Loki stiffened behind you, his hands digging into your thighs. Fandral, his knowing eyes locked on Loki’s, offered the dark prince a smirk, jabbing, “Loki! Your highness, will you do me the honor?”

Whatever awkwardness you felt passing between the pair of old friends was almost immediately vanquished by Loki’s valiant reply, “For the fair Fandral, I would do that and more.”

Leaning into you a bit, Loki took advantage of the closeness and husked, “I’ll be back, darling.” Pushing himself to his feet, he stepped around you and joined the players in the center of the mock arena, turning to blow a kiss your way. Around you the people cheered wildly, absolutely absorbed in the playful banter of your man and his old friends, a thing that you found entirely endearing. Together Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg, Sif, Thor and now Loki, pretended to battle on Vannaheim some long gone eon ago. It felt as though you were there, an onlooker whose head swung left and right as the troop of fighters became a troupe of actors, leaping and jumping over each other. With a groaning grunt, Fandral swung his sword around, miming at maiming an extra who posed as an evil elf. Loki, balletic and swift, dodged a widely thrown punch, landing gracefully. Offering Fandral a hand, he easily hoisted the fair fighter into an aerial somersault allowing him to catch Thor’s thrown hammer for a ride across the makeshift battlefield where he nimbly rejoined the other defenders. With determined steps, all of the demonstrators fell in line, advancing on the poor person picked to play their enemy. It was Thor who shouted loud enough for all to hear, “For Asgard!” This chant was soon picked up by all assembled until the very ground was ringing from the noise. One by one the warriors took their bows as all those in attendance jumped to their feet, clapping and stomping their appreciation. Beaming, your loving gaze followed Loki’s movements as he waved to the crowd, charming everyone even at a remove. Hugging his brother, you watched the older Odinson clap Loki on the back before moving onto Lady Sif. Volstagg was showing off for a gaggle of young ladies while Hogun was actively ignoring everyone. You joined the stream of Asgardians as they spilled forward, ready to offer their heroes turned performers accolades as they passed. In the thickening throng, you lost sight of Loki for a minute, your line of sight blocked by the crush of bodies. From the corner of your eye you spotted that familiar flash of green, more than a bit separated from the others, and made your way in that direction. Fandral, with his arm around Loki’s shoulder, had said something funny because your man was chuckling. Flushed pink, Loki’s cheeks were reddened by whatever his comrade in arms was telling him, something that made him look even more adorable, in your opinion. Whatever Fandral was saying had enraptured your beau and you could see that he stood with his head tilted, listening intently to the fair haired Fandral. “They’re close.” Thor announced, surfacing from the sea of the bodies and bumping into you with his brawny hip playfully. Shrugging, as if you hadn’t noticed, your smile overly wide, “Friends are important. Everyone needs at least one good one!” Bending low enough to rest his chin on your shoulder, Thor pointed at the two men at a distance, “There’s friendship and then there is whatever you call Fandral and Loki.” Had they moved closer together? Loki’s slender fingers were resting on the strong forearm of his friend while Fandral’s hand was nowhere to be seen. It was almost like they were dancing, each one moving in tandem to the other. It felt like you were witnessing something private, something intimate and a feeling akin to jealousy rose up inside of you. Swallowing hard, you faced the strong man, striving for calm but failing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Loki and I are very happy.” Surrendering to the venom in your snappy response, Thor raised both hands, taking a large step back, “Of course you are. I know that. So does Loki. It’s just-” swiveling his head around to ensure that no one else was listening in, “-Loki, he likes to change things up. Try on different faces. He’s a hard one to pin down.” “I haven’t found it that difficult.” That made the beefy blonde laugh, drawing a few stares your way, “He likes you, wants to impress you. But, my dear lady, you are not the first person to find themself drawn to the silver tongued flattery my brother is famous for.” And before you could verbalize a reply, Thor had joined the mass of people moving towards the palace and the feast that awaited. All through dinner it consumed you. Every stray glance that Fandral shot in Loki's direction, every time Loki laughed at a joke or smiled, all of it was suspicious now. The idea that there was something unexpected between Loki and Fandral, as Thor had intimated, was overwhelming. In truth, Loki’s brother had given you a lot to think about, too much actually. It wasn’t as if you expected your Loki to be naive or inexperienced. As a matter of fact, it was his world-wise know-how which added to the allure of belonging to him. You never had to tell Loki where to put his hands or how to hold you. Instinctively, your long legged lothario could sense when your body required more attention from his nimble lips, peppering you with kisses or nibbling your sensitive spots. Also, he knew when to stop. And start. And stop again. It was a delicious whirling dervish and you loved every single second. But Thor’s words were intrusive. Now you were thinking of how many lovers it had taken for Loki to acquire such refined skill, such knowledgeable intelligence. You had never really considered the life that Loki had led before the two of you met but seeing at the way Fandral and Loki were weaving around each other, an idea, unbidden, rose up in your mind. Hours later, you and Loki were more than half drunk, but finally alone in his chambers. Flopping onto the overly large bed, amorous intent visible in his piercing look, he patted the spot next to him, “Join me, won’t you?” Almost shy now, your suspicions having run wild, from over your shoulder you offered, “Um, in a minute, alright?” Something in your tone triggered Loki who sat up quickly, worry tinting his tone, “What’s wrong? I can spot deception at twenty paces, you know.” Biting into your lip, a habit that gave away your thoughts, you inhaled slowly. Raising your chin, you steeled yourself for a chat that you weren’t entirely sure you were ready for, “I saw you with Fandral.” Sinking back against the cushions, his shoulders dropping a bit, Loki didn’t answer with words. Tilting his head, actively listening the way a pensive animal does when it senses danger, his clever gaze was cautious but curious. Wary and waiting, Loki sacrificed time that could have been spent enjoying your body in order to provide you with his uninterrupted attention. If you needed peace of mind, Loki was kind of enough to indulge you. Yet, you weren’t exactly sure how to begin, how to give voice to the feelings that had kept you on edge most of the day. The way you saw things your only option was to be brutally honest, so starting in a rush, you blurted, “I saw you two- uh, you two talking and well-” pausing to make sure you said it the right way, “-You seem close. Closer than friends.” “Ah. And you want to know…?” His cheshire smile answered you, playful and teasing. “If it’s true.” That grin of his, the one that whispered half truths so easily, slide across his face, “Darling, I have-” Raising a hand, you silenced the fast talker, “I also have a bullshit detector, Loki. Don’t play with me. Tell me the truth. Did you… were you and Frandral-” “A couple?” Rising from the bed, Loki made for the table holding the carafe of wine, pouring out a glass for each of you, “Let’s sit, have a drink and talk, shall we?” Slugging down his glass a bit too quickly, he refilled it, watching as you crossed the floor. When you declined the spirits he offered, Loki sat back in his chair, “I have lived a long life, dearest.” Waiting, the clock ticked away seconds and still Loki didn’t elaborate. It wasn’t often that your lover was lost for words but that was the impression his silence created. You didn’t dare move, you refused to speak. If you had to wait him out, you would. “I have lived a long life-” Frustrated, you cut him off, needing him to get on with it, “You said that already.” Chuckling at your sass, a feature he most admired in you, Loki clicked his tongue, “I did. I know. It’s just difficult to explain to someone.” “Loki, I need you to try.” “You’re right. Of course you are. As I said, I have lived a long time and I have experienced quite a bit.” He was fiddling with the goblet stem and refusing to look your way. Green and growling, jealousy clutched at your belly at the insinuation he made. It took all your composure to ask, “Women? How many?” “How many stars are there?” “Really? That many?” Speaking with those fascinating hands, Loki shrugged, “I’m a prince! People often find that alone irresistible.” “People.” It was a specific word with a specifically ambiguous meaning. You knew it. Loki did too. His eyes searched yours, “Yes. People. Men and Women alike. I have known many lovers, darling, just as I have known many warriors and kings.” Crossing your arms, you knew it was absurd to feel so upset by his admission, but the sting was not lessened by Loki’s honesty. Without further prodding on your part, he volunteered, “But what you really want to know is if there is a history… a history between Fandral and I.” Feeling like you were getting somewhere, you urged him on, answering tartly, “I know that you fought together many times.” “We did. We have. But-” “But you were more than friends.” It was easy to finish the sentence, even if it made your heart heavier. “Once upon a time, my sweetling,” And the strangest expression filtered over Loki’s face. Lost to memory, his eyes looked past you, through you, into a time that you could never know. Smiling sadly, Loki’s rumbling tone began, “Many decades ago when I was wild and testing, I would follow my brother blindly into danger. “I was not alone in my devotion. Sif, she was always there, providing guidance and much needed strength. The warriors three, clinging to Thor, trailed him across the realms in search of glory and renown. “We were an inseparable team. Young, strong and beautiful, which is a heady combination for a mischief maker who had learned magic at his mother’s side. I had no limits, you see? No restraint. “If we needed a distraction, I could conjure one at will; deception was an easy tool to use and I wielded it well.” Licking his lips, Loki gripped the wine jug roughly, another draft easily consumed and you didn’t blame him. The liquid courage was doing its own kind of magic; loosening Loki’s tongue. Tapping one long finger on the table, his eyes sought for and found your own, “It was a joke. At least at first. And I think Thor was the one who suggested it, but who can remember now? “With a few simple spells I changed my body in subtle ways. Fuller hips, softened shoulders, hair so long that Sif would be envious-” swallowing hard, Loki exhaled shakily, “-a woman’s body. My body. “The line between fantasy and reality was blurry at best so when I arrived at Fandral’s door draped in an emerald gown and, of course, my golden crown, I thought he would immediately recognize me. See through my illusion. Call my bluff. Only-” “He didn’t, did he?” Shaking his head no, Loki leaned across the wooden expanse between you, “Fandral, he pulled me into his chambers and when the door was shut his body pressed into my own feminine one. I won’t lie, sweetling. It made my heart race in a way that was both foreign and familiar. “Until this moment I had believed with all my mind that I was just like the men around me. Strong, hardy, and frankly, tough. Even though I did things in my own, very Loki way, there had been little doubt about my finding a princess, adding to the royal bloodline and in general following in the footsteps of my forebears. “But something about the rough, calloused hands of Fandral along the smoothed skin of my back, the sensitive tickle of his jagged nails on the underside of my arm, even the way his coarse beard dragged over my jaw-” As he spoke, Loki traced the reimagined path of Fandral’s passion in gentle caresses to his cheek, his neck. You realized that he was excited by the memory, that revisiting the encounter with Fandral was awakening a fiery passion whose embers had long gone cold, “-He, well, he removed my dress with a hard tear. It proved that he, Fandral, was in command regardless of my status or position outside his chambers. “Moving me, my womanly body, in the ways that best suited both of our pleasure, I never once called out for him to stop. I did, however, call out to the Gods. Who could blame me? Fandral knew how to touch a woman, even a deceptive one, and he wasted no time in showing me all the ways his full lips, firm fingers and uh, rigid masculinity could seduce someone like me. “Hours later, weak limbed and exhausted but exhilarated, I stumbled for the door, wordlessly. I didn’t know what to say and was afraid that if Fandral realized who I was, really, there would be trouble. And I was always getting into trouble, it seemed. So, gathering up my torn dress, I was ready to leave when Fandral stirred enough to say, ‘Goodnight Loki’.” Silence stretched then as you weren’t entirely sure how to respond or really, how to feel about all that Loki had told you. Laying his hands flat on the table, as if he was showing you all his cards, Loki continued, “Don’t you see? He knew. Fandral knew it was me the entire time, regardless of my enchantments and clever wizardry. He knew and he didn’t hesitate to make me his lover.” Your own cheeks were on fire from the heat of Loki’s remembered experience. The way he spoke, the things he relayed, were parallel to your own erotic encounters with the trickster God, which is why you had to ask, in a breathless whisper, “Fandral taught you, didn’t he?” “To please and be pleased? Oh yes, love. I haven’t forgotten how it felt to be under his command. Or-” pausing, Loki brushed his thumb over his bottom lip, “-how my woman’s body reacted to even the smallest of his touches. I remember how much I enjoyed certain, uh, actions and I know that you’ve expressed your appreciation on more than one occasion.” He was right. The physical chemistry between you and Loki had been undeniable from the start. But now, thinking about Loki, your Loki, who had mastered the art of self control being at the mercy of someone else was more than intriguing. It was enticing. If Loki noticed how affected you were, the way your breath kept catching with every syllable he uttered, or how your skin was radiating warmth, he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, watching the way his wine swirled, Loki continued, “Fandral and I, we met in secret more times than I can count. Every time it was the same. Lady Loki, as he liked to call me, would arrive, ready and eager. “Sometimes he would be fiercely dominant. In control of every breath, every move, every orgasm that I would be allowed. Giving myself to him freely, wanting Fandral to take my pleasure by force, bent to his will was, well, a new sensual experience to delight in.” Squirming, your seat slick from the sexual scenes Loki was describing, you couldn’t avoid asking, “Other times?” Diverting his gaze, almost shy, Loki replied quietly, “Other nights Fandral would welcome me like this only paramour. Soft and, uh, tender. As though there were only the two of us in all of the galaxy.” “So you loved each other?” For some reason, you needed to hear it, have it affirmed. “Can you share so much of yourself and not be in love? I think that is a question you could ask. But to be in love, true, mad, deep love, you must first be free to be your most authentic self. Your realest self. “There is a reason why I no longer appear as Lady Loki, dearest. That is not my true nature, at least not entirely. She is a part of me, an important part, and one that I should have shared with you long before now.” Reaching for your hand, Loki wrapped both of his around yours, squeezing slightly to reinforce his point, “But at my core, I am a man who loves people. Not a conjured version of a woman. A man. At this moment, I love a woman, and-” his grip on you never wavered even as his tone became more intense, “-perhaps one day that will change, but right here and right now, this is me and I am enough as I am.” Lifting his fingers to your lips, you pressed a small kiss there, reaffirming your support. Listening so intently, you had heard what you needed to: an affirmation of his affection for you. It made you lighter, so you risked ribbing him, “Am I the woman who you love at this moment?” Laughing outright, Loki’s relief was palpable, “Norns, yes. You’re the only one I want to be with, dearest.” “And Fandral?” Releasing your hand, Loki raked one through his hair, sighing, “He likes to tease when we are alone. That is all.” “Can I ask why-”

“Why he and I are no longer, ah, entwined? It’s simple, I’m afraid. When I told him that I was tired of stealth and secrecy, he did not… could not agree. Fandral, above all else, is still faithful to the old ways of thinking. To be with me as Loki was not acceptable and I could not-” leveling you with his piercing stare, “-I would not live my life as Lady Loki just for his comfort.” Sensing the bitterness of unreturned affection, a feeling even you could empathize with, you offered your unburdened partner a smile, joking lightly, “Lucky for me, you learned to love again.” Like the flipping of a switch, Loki’s mood shifted and the mercurial mischief maker lounged back in his seat, smiling wickedly. Patting his parted thigh, troublemaking on his mind, “Come here and I’ll show you just how lucky you are, little one.” Wasting no time, you settled onto the offered perch, snuggling against Loki’s broad chest. There was something very powerful in the trust he had shown while sharing so much of his past and you were grateful. It made the connection you shared stronger somehow, and that was all the reassurance you needed. Tilting your head up, Loki brushed his lips over yours, sweetly stealing a kiss. Pivoting into him, your fingers tangled in his long locks, deepening the kiss as your tongue slid along Loki’s. Grinding against him, you felt his hands move from your hips to the swell of your bottom, his grip strong and demanding. You may have thought that Loki would want to prove his masculinity after showing you his softer side, but your man had never been one to bow to expectation. Giving up his forceful bravado, Loki gave you unspoken permission to enjoy his physical form as you saw fit, savoring the sugar sweet sweep of your tongue and the delightful dancing of each digit. And when he could no longer sit still, grabbing you to him, Loki lifted you into his arms before falling into bed beside you. Giggling now, you brushed a raven dark strand of hair from his face, “Loki, I, I want to thank you.” His proud nose nuzzled into your neck, asking, “Thank me? For what?” “For telling me about Fandral… for being honest… and,” you cupped his chin, turning his face to yours, “For being you.” When you kissed Loki this time it was not the passionate frenzy of lust or the rushed intimacy of need. This was a kiss of caring, of compassion, of open hearts and open minds. It was a kiss of acceptance, of belonging. Early morning sunlight filtered through the gossamer sheers. You were seated at the same table where last night’s conversation had occurred, a pen in your hand. Roused by your absence and the quick scratching of your quill, Loki flopped an arm over his eyes, “It’s too early for whatever it is you are doing. Come back to bed. Your prince commands it.” “Just a second! I’m almost done.” Sitting up, his hair sticking up wildly, “Done? Are you writing a letter? At this hour?” Tucking the smooth paper inside, you licked along the fold to seal up your message, “A thank you note needed to be sent out, immediately.” Crawling under the overfilled coverlet, Loki wrapped his arms around you, pushing a sleepy kiss to your forehead, “Who could you possibly need to write a thank you letter to?” “Fandral.” That woke him up. You found yourself caged under the body of your no longer drowsy dark haired man, “Fandral?” Biting your lip, you nodded, “Yes. I felt like I should thank him for teaching you so well.” Realization dawned on Loki, drawing that cheshire grin to his face, “For showing me how to-” Your fingers dusted over Loki’s taunt shoulders, pulling him closer, “Uh huh. In fact, I think you should give me another demonstration of your skills.” And that’s exactly what Loki did. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Minxes: @scrumptious-finicky-illusion @vodka-and-some-sass-deactivated @just-random-obsessions @brokenthelovely @lots-of-loki @thefallenbibliophilequote @toomanystoriessolittletime @roguewraith @that-one-person @jenjen8675309 @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @caffiend-queen @jamielea81 @capcapcapsicle @lokislittlecorner @crystalizedcaramel @rorybutnotgilmore @alexakeyloveloki @ahintofkiwistrawberry @nonsensicalobsessions @shxdowofdarkness @procrastinatinglikeabitch @unadulteratedwizardlove @iluvsumbucky @jessiejunebug @wolfsmom1 @sammy-jo1977 @mizfit2 @iamverity @tamstrugglestowrite

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kota-bee · 2 years

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Late nights

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

A/N: the writers block is finally leaving me. Shout out to @anemois-hiraeth for this prompt!

Requests: open for short stories

“Loki~ can’t that wait” you pleaded with the woman scribbling away at some random paperwork. Loki insisted that she would get this done in an hour but a glance at the clock called her a liar. You just wanted cuddles, it had been a long ass day and Loki’s cool arms could fix it.

“Darling if you keep nagging me it’ll only take me longer” she sighed, giving you an understanding, yet frustrated look. She wanted to be done too but this was important. A dramatic huff left your lips as you sat down next to her like a pouting toddler. You expected her to laugh and tell you to be patient but instead you felt her cold hands tug at your own.

“Come here love so we can both be happy” she cooed, pulling you up into her. She helped you slide your legs through the arms of the chair and then tucked your head into her neck before resuming her paper work. A happy sigh left you lips as you finally felt comfortable.

She felt your body relax into hers, hearing your breathing slow and even out. She smiled to herself when she realized you were asleep. She didn’t initially believe you when you whined saying you couldn’t sleep without her. But, seeing you here, snoring softly in her arms she finally believed you.

Loki decided after another 30 minutes of work to spare your body the uncomfortable position and took you to bed. Her own exhaustion catching up with her when her body hit the bed. You were so warm and soft next to her, work really could wait if it meant another minute in your arms.

#loki fluff #loki laufeysdottir #lady loki #lady Loki fluff #gender fluid Loki #loki fic #loki imagine #loki of asgard #loki #Loki x reader #kota bee #kota writes

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anukulee · 11 months

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Happy Pride Month

Happy Pride Month to all of you LGBTQ folks out there. Whether you have just come out or have been out for a long time, I wish you all a happy month. This is your time to shine, alongside our pansexual, gender-fluid ruler Loki Friggason! While some of us may not be the biggest fans of the MCU (no judgement) at the moment, we can offically say that Loki is out and proud, being whomever they choose to be.

Honestly through if you think about it makes sense for Loki to be gender-fluid. Not to mention Loki isn’t just the only gender-fluid charecter especially in myths. The greek gods especially Zesus, Posiden, and Apollo are known to have switched genders and even races to get what they desire. While not all of these methods should be smiled upon nor do I worship these gods, it still makes them gender-fluid just like Loki. Something that is surreal to think about, especially if you think about Percy Jackson, but that is a different topic for another day, either way for those who are out you aren’t alone in myths. You don’t just have the god of mischief as a rep, but also other gods. Through honestly as far as I know Loki maybe one of the safer ones, but who knows I could be wrong.

Either way congrats on this month, I hope you all are able to express what you feel however you desire (within reason). Whether that be throwing parties, attending parades, or just chilling being your amazing selves. I will not say I know what people do during pride, thus why I am trying to be a general as possible. So that’s all I have to say for now, if there is anything else you think I maybe missing feel free to comment down below. Other then that I wish those out there a happy pride month, may the spirit of mischief be with you always.

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#happy pride 🌈#happy pride month #loki friggachild #love for everyone #pansexual loki #gender fluid loki #open to everyone #everyone needs love #we accept you #random post

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ghostbxbii · 2 years

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saoirse ronan could totally play femme loki

#loki laufeysdottir #loki laufeyson #gender fluid loki #avengers

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aesir-alchemist · 6 months

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A Kiss With a Fist is Better than None (Gender Fluid Loki x Original Female Character) Chapter 1

Summary: The Chief of Vanir is has declared his thousand-year challenge. A contest of strength and cunning and endurance that promises a life-changing sum of money to its victor.

It's Loki's challenge to win it. Not for the money, of course, but for the glory. The glory and his father's favor.

And then there's Gin, a down-on-her-luck pilot with only the Tonic, her rusted out bucket of bolts spaceship to call her own. She could care less about glory... but the prize money? Now that would mean a lot.

Our two heroes find themselves at odds fighting for the same prize, but the Vanaheim challenge brings them together as much as it pushes them apart... and both have more tricks up their sleeves than the other realizes.

This galaxy-spanning adventure takes place before the events of Thor, and expands the scope of the Nine Realms. Knives will be crossed, words will be said, and (redacted) will be (redacted). So buckle up, and come along for the ride.

Author's notes: This is a departure from my Loki x reader fics, but I hope long time followers will still enjoy it.

This is not beta'd and only lightly edited, so please excuse all typos. I've taken a break from fics to write an unrelated novel (!!!) but Fanfic is life, and I need to get this story out of my system. Length will end up being similar to According to Plan, but it will be released at a slightly slower cadence.

As a disclaimer: I am queer, but I am not gender fluid! I am trying my best to be respectful and educated in writing this version of Loki. This characterization is influenced by my interpretation of Marvel's characterization of Loki in the films, show, and comics, as well as my experiences with gender-fluid members of my community, and my experiences as a queen person. With that in mind, I am very open to respectful feedback on this quality of the character from gender-fluid readers. It is my job to educate myself, but also, I relish first hand testimony if offered freely. That being said, I want to manage expectations by saying that throughout, Loki exhibits themself as male in this story more often than female because that's just how it's shaking out. It's a lot of Tom rattling around up in the ol' noggin what can I say.

Pairing: Loki (Marvel) x Original Female Character

Content Warning: 18+ smut ahead - just not in this chapter...

Word Count: 3,048

A summons for a formal audience with Odin was never a good thing. A sense of dread and forbidding gripped Loki’s stomach while he waited outside of the great gilded doors of the throne room for his audience with the Allfather.

There was a time, Loki remembered, when he was permitted more casual chats with Odin. There was still, of course, the occasional family meal, but so often now, the group was far-flung across the Nine Realms, or too preoccupied with their own interests to participate in casual familial discussions.

It wasn’t that Loki didn’t long for the closeness that others had, it was just that distance often made things easier in the Asgardian royal family. Playing things close to the chest was not only expected, it was a rather necessary preservation tactic. His mother was the only one who even got close to knowing the truth inside of Loki’s head - inside of any of them in the palace, he suspected. Frigga was the glue that kept the family together - even if it wasn’t much more than a shimmering facade.

Gleaming guards opened the doors to the great chamber and Loki readied himself. This could be another of Odin’s famous lectures or it could be…. Well, Loki wasn’t exactly sure what else this little meeting could be about. His father had offered him very little aside from chastisement since childhood, and what good news or approval that he had doled out was done rather causally and without much pomp or circumstance.

Loki kneeled before the Allfather, his chest clenched and bile rising in his stomach.

“You called for me, father?”

“Yes, my son. I have a matter for you to attend to. A matter of great importance to Asgard.”

Loki rose, curiosity in his countenance and on his face, “What is it? I am eager and honored to do my duty to you, and to the Nine Realms,” it was a rare opportunity for Loki to be asked to test his mettle in an official capacity. He was thrilled to be so openly offered the chance - he prayed he didn’t sound too desperate.

“As you are aware, another sun soon turns upon Vanaheim. As it is his custom, the chief of the Vanir is set to hold his annual hunt. I think it would be a show of good will in our protectorate for a prince of Asgard to participate in this year’s challenge.

“But there is another reason… I fear that in light of their recent prosperity, the Vanir have forgotten why they are a dominion of Asgard. I believe it is time for a gentle show of strength. Of domination. Let us remind them of their place in the Nine Realms.

“I need you, Loki, in no uncertain terms, to enter the contest and win it. Asgard depends on it, and I will be gravely disappointed if you do not.”

And there it was. Odin needed his second son to act as his barking dog and put the Vanir back in their place.

Loki was aware of the pleasant misconception that the Vanir were more than happy to be a peaceful and supplicant protectorate of Asgard - but he was equally aware of the truth that had been lost to time, the way so many difficult facts often were. The truth was that the war between the Aesir and the Vanir was heavy and heated and brutal, and lad left Vanaheim with almost nothing - a shadow of their former empire. The Vanir were reliant on the good graces of the Aesir after that, and a reliant protectorate, as Loki and Odin both knew, was an obedient one.

“Why not Thor? Why not your more gleaming son?” The question came out with more heat than Loki intended. He should be thankful to play a meaningful part in maintaining Asgard’s vast dominion, he knew. He just wished that it wasn’t so belittling.

“Loki, my child, Thor was built for combat, but you were built for strategy. I would not challenge you to this if I did not think you were up to the task,” Odin knew his flattery would always work. Maybe that was his reason for holding back casual affection. Odin’s grand gestures would always taste sweet if there was little else to compare them to.

“Alright father. If it means so much, of course I’ll participate. I’ll do you proud.”

“Of course you will my son, for Asgard! I have no doubt.”

And with a wave of Odin’s hand, Loki was dismissed without another word on the matter.

But of course Loki did have doubts. He had doubts about his father’s flattery, about his father’s motives, and about his own abilities in tackling the task at hand.

Loki had not acquiesced to Odin’s mission in ignorance. He knew all about the famed and fabled Vanir challenge. Each year that the chief of the Vanir turned older he hid his most prized possession in a new location in the universe, setting up a complex and often deadly series of clues to challenge those brave enough, or foolish enough, to attempt to find it. The one who found the object was declared champion and could exchange the object for a literal king’s ransom - an amount to turn the tides of someone’s destiny and make even the most satiated men drool with desire. Or at least that’s what the stories said. It was an opportunity that no adventurer could refuse.

But since the stars spin more slowly around Vanaheim, and years are catalogued rather differently in the protectorate, there hadn’t been a challenge held since Loki and and his brother were but infants - almost 1000 Asgardian years ago. Most of the reliable sources of information on the event were long dead, or their memories had quite moved on to more important matters. It was hard to discern what was sensationalized and what was true. It’s not that Loki wasn’t intrigued or excited by the prospect - he was young, full of vim and vigor, and eager to to prove himself - it’s just that the whole prospect rather reeked of a trap.

Loki stalked the gold-columned hallways of the palace looking for his brother. When they were growing up the two of them often had elaborate play-fights, pretending that they were battling for the prize of Vanaheim. They would have a handmaid hide a trinket somewhere in the castle and race to find it first. The idea of it captured their imaginations so completely that nary a chair or bush or delicate vase could stand in the way of their conquest. They’d gotten into so much trouble for ruining the castle grounds in those days, which only made the taste of victory that much more sweet.

Yes, Loki thought, If anyone would understand it would be Thor.

It was in his private chambers that Loki finally found Thor, alone, thankfully, and indulging in a small private meal. It was the strange for the younger son to see his brother without his coterie of war-hearty companions.

“And where are Lady Sif and the Warriors Three this evening?” Loki asked, a passing wonder at the likelihood of a conversation with Hogun - Thor’s Vanir compatriot.

“I’m not feeling up to their company tonight brother - tell me, have you spoken yet with father?

“What do you know of that?”

“I know that he asked you to partake in the Vanir challenge. I know that he asked you to win.”

“So you’ve already spoken to him?” A different kind of picture was beginning to form in Loki’s head

“I proposed the idea. I proposed that I enter the contest myself.”

So Odin denied Thor’s opportunity for glory, and suggested his youngest son enter the fray instead. What was the Allfather playing at? Loki’s suspicions were not being put at rest.

“Well, I daresay you would have been the better son for it. You’re much more the type to be deemed a champion,” what Loki didn’t say was that he was beginning to think that maybe Odin didn’t want his youngest son to make it out alive.

“Loki, you disparage yourself! You are every bit the fighter that I am. And far more cunning. I do not begrudge you this opportunity - My only regret is that I shall not be at your side when you claim the victory!”

at least Loki found it reassuring to know that Thor still thought of him as a brother-at-arms and not just a mewling tag along to risky adventures.

“You’re right, as always brother. And I think it’ll be good for me, to do this on my own. And… this way I’ll secure all of the glory for myself,” he finished with a wink and a nudge, the joke sitting easier on his tongue than the truer emotions.

Thor indulged Loki with a tight smile and a pleasant, if awkward moment of silence. Neither brother wanted to walk away, but neither were willing to burst the lingering bubble of all the things they truly needed to share.

“Are you nervous Loki?” Asked Thor after a while. It was the tip of the more serious question looming beneath it.

“Whatever has the God of Mischief to be worried about?” A cowardly deflection, Loki knew, but this was a familiar mode for them.

“You’ve heard the stories… the legends, the rumors. Great hungry monsters, perilous traps. Clues that brutally test both the body and the mind - Mighty heroes laid waist by the smallest of missteps. Surely it sets you on edge. We were brought up on the same tales. It must grip your imagination as much as it does mine.”

“My imagination, sure. But Thor. They are but stories, distorted by sensation and time. I’m excited, actually. If the legends are even half true, it should all be great fun,” Loki wouldn’t drop his bravado enough let his brother see how anxious he really was. He couldn’t falter in his resolve now. He did it for his own sake, but also for Thor’s. If an accident were to befall Loki in the contest, he couldn’t let Thor live with the guilt of thinking there was anything he could have said to stop it.

And there wasn’t, really. Odin had made up his mind for everyone.

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A serpent before a frog was never a good thing. A sense of fear and anxiety gripped Gin’s stomach while while she watched the last of the ivory dice roll across the textured canvas laid out on the makeshift table.

Another serpent. The tiniest exhale. A draw and a new round. Not all was lost yet. Gin let her chest ease slightly as she rolled one of the worn dice in her fingers. Bear, bear, bear, she prayed. It was her only chance now at taking home the pot. And she needed that money if she was ever going to get off this Godforsaken rock…

Bear.

“YES!” She screamed, almost forgetting herself. It didn’t behoove her situation to appear as anything but hard and nonplussed. Emotion betrayed motive, and motive could be exploited. Gin quickly shut her mouth and reached for the pile of coins and paper cash stacked on the corner of the table.

“Wait,” the rather large, rather rough, rather scarred hand of her opponent landed on top of hers, stopping her from claiming the prize, “How’d you do it? Magic?”

“Buddy, it’s a dice game. It’s all up chance,” magic? She thought, what was this guy talking about? If Gin had magic, she wouldn’t need to be in this hellhole scraping by, betting on loose change.

“So you rigged the dice then?”

“Mister, they’re your dice. How could I have rigged them?” This was getting absurd, Gin reached for a loose coin and tossed it with a flick of her thumb, “Here. This is thanks for letting me use them, your very nice, very balanced dice.”

The coin clattered to the ground with a tinkling chime. The man gripping her hand didn’t even turn to look. Oops, Gin realized, maybe that was a little too condescending for the very large, very scary man that is currently gripping me.

“You think you can just take my money?” The man asked, tightening his hold on Gin’s arm.

“I mean, technically, it’s not your money. Not anymore… any of these people can attest to that,” Gin gestured at the crowd of onlookers who were never far from a compelling game of chance. But none of them would meet her gaze, and most had begun shuffling away in awkward avoidance.

Shit, Gin thought, I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to do this.

Her balled up fist lashed out and hit the beastly goon firmly in his side where Gin desperately hoped there was something akin to a kidney. He winced and doubled over, freeing her hand long enough to grab the cash on the table. With a swipe of her arm she scooped what coins she could into her worn leather satchel and kicked the ad-hoc table, sending dice and the remaining coins flying.

The large scarred hand grabbed her again, pushing on her shoulder. Gin used the momentum to fall into a spin, twisting her way out of the grip and clipping the man’s ankles and knocking him off-balance with a low kick. She clambered out of his reach, using his disorientation as an opportunity. Half of the remaining crowd was scrambling for the strewn coins, she dodged and weaved around them desperately trying to blend into the portion of the crowd that was frantically fleeing.

Gin pushed through the scrambling masses, working her way out of the seedy corner of the market that the gamblers lurked in. She spun around the crowd, ducking behind carts and crates praying to lose her assailant in the crush of the horde. Spotting an alcove between two shops she crouched, tucking herself away as her opponent stumbled into the open-air market.

A light tapping on Gin’s shoulder disrupted her observation from the sunken vantage point. She looked up and two fingers gestured, silently beckoning her to a bargain. Gin frowned but wordlessly offered up one of the slips of paper she’d grabbed from the table as payment. The vendor nodded and shifted a crate of fragrantly overripe fruit in front of the hiding spot to offer better cover. Clearly this arrangement was one of the invisible goods that this little market was familiar dealing with.

Several long minutes passed and Gin gingerly poked her head out from the little hiding spot looking for any sign of the sore loser that was chasing her. The bustle of the crowd looked more or less normal and she gingerly crept out and away from her alcove.

Quickly but casually Gin beelined for the borders of the shopping district. She had an appointment at the edge of town and the hour was already getting late.

Gin could hear the rumble of the shop’s rolling doors closing before she saw it and picked up her pace.

“Wait! Waitwaitwait! Marty! I’ve got your money!”

The sinewy shopkeep turned shaking his head, “Gin, it’s too late. I’ve already waited longer than I should have. There’ll be hell to pay in the morning as it is. You lost kid.”

“No, please, please. I’ve got the money, and more… well a little more,” she rifled through the stack of paper cash, “The boss can’t say no to that can he? I’ve given him so much already. This is the last payment, then he’ll never have to see my face or hear my name ever again.”

“Yeah… not until the Great Gin needs another favor and a loan. You had a contract Gin. And you didn’t meet it. The boss is gonna sell her for parts in the morning.”

“No! He can’t, please Marty. Please. It’s all here,” she pressed the wad of cash into his hand, “He can’t it’s my legacy. You know how important this is,” Gin hated begging, but she’d gotten pretty good at it in the last few years. It’s amazing how used you can get to things when you’re desperate.

Marty huffed and looked around in frustration until ultimately shoving the stack of cash into the large leather pocket of his apron.

“Okay Gin, but If I get heat for this, I’m personally going to hunt you down and skin you myself,” Marty rolled the large metal door back up onto its clattering wheel and Gin ducked under before it was even fully open.

The warehouse door exposed a cavernous room stuffed with all manner of tagged and catalogued items. Gin wound through aisles of weapons, vases, jewels and vehicles, striding down the practiced path until she reached her ultimate destination.

Before her loomed a large four-winged ship, shiny graphite-black save for the copious burns and scrapes tattooing its nose and sides - Every one bringing to mind a close encounter or near-death escape and a tall tale that Gin could tell. She pressed her hand and then her cheek against the scraped nose of the ship, greeting the vehicle like it were her trusty steed.

“Tonic,” she said quietly, “I’ll never leave you alone ever again. I promise.”

“Stop talking to the ship Gin. She’s just a hunk of metal.”

“No, Marty, that’s where you’re wrong. She’s my very best friend. She’s family.”

“You know that’s… really sad, right? Don’t you have any real family to look after?” Marty tossed her the keys and they were caught by deft hands.

“Marty, do you think that if I had any real family left that I would be here, right now, with you?” She walked around to the cargo bay’s side door and unlocked it, stepping inside and taking a deep huff of the stale air.

“Well… no,” Marty stared at her a moment wondering if he should poke more into that dismissal of a response or let it go. He let it go.

“For the price you paid to get her back, you probably could have gotten something newer. Smaller sure, but faster,” he watched the woman inspect the inside and clean cobwebs from control panels, “Where do you plan to take her next, anyway?”

“Marty… have you ever heard of a place called Vanaheim?”

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