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gamergoddess003 · 7 months

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Loki Falls In Love

Summary: Loki came with Thor to Midgard to get Jane for a New Year’s ball on Asgard. When Loki meets Jane’s roommate, he unexpectedly falls in love. (Y/n has lived with Jane for a few months)

Warnings: Adults only! 18+. Fluff with a smutty ending then a little more fluff.

-This is my first story so bare with me. I could’ve made it into 2 parts.

I lost the password to my OG account (gamergoddess98) and this is my new one.

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On Christmas Eve, Jane and y/n were in the living room of their apartment talking about what they wished for Christmas. Jane would talk about how she missed Thor and how she longed to see him again. Looking into Jane’s eyes, y/n confessed that she has never felt real love and how she envies her relationship with Thor.

In the middle of y/n talking, a loud sound appeared outside. The sound was a familiar sound to Jane but y/n has no clue what is to come next.

Jane and y/n run outside, to see two men standing in the snow. Jane runs to Thor and hugs him tightly.. but who’s that with Thor? It was his brother, Loki. He stepped aside as he rolled his eyes at Thor and Jane.

Y/n noticed the dark prince and how handsome he was. She had never felt anything like this before. Her heart fluttered and her face got warm. She didn’t know what to do when Loki’s eyes met hers for just a moment.

“It’s cold, let’s go inside!” Jane suggested.

Once all inside, Thor explained that there was going to be a New Year’s ball at the castle in Asgard. He was here to ask Jane to come with him to the ball, which she excitedly said yes. Thor and Loki would then stay a couple nights on Midgard, leading up to New Year’s Eve.

Over the days, Loki and y/n have gotten to know each other and y/n has yet to confess her feelings for Loki, even though they met only days ago. Loki asked y/n if she would like to come to Asgard with them so she wouldn’t be alone on the holiday.

It was the morning of New Year’s Eve, and it was time to go to Asgard for the ball. They all stood together as a rainbow tunnel beamed down from the sky.

“Welcome to Asgard.” Says Heimdall. “Guards, please escort these two beautiful ladies to be prepared for the ball.

Walking through the corridors, y/n and Jane went into separate rooms for them to get dressed.

After a moment of being in the room alone, a few women enter to dress you and do your hair and makeup. After it was all done, you turn to look in the mirror at the girl you didn’t recognize yourself to be. You were dressed in a beautiful gown, colored in white, gold, and beige. Your hair loosely braided and the ends slightly curled. You had small small white flowers weaved in your hair. The makeup on your face wasn’t too much but just enough to make your eyes pop and your lips kissable.

Later that night, at the time of the ball, standing at the end of the stairs leading to the ball room were Thor, Jane, and Loki. Loki pulled Thor aside.

“I must confess something to you, brother.” Thor looked confused yet also interested. “Ever since we landed on Midgard at Jane’s and I laid eyes upon y/n, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.” Looking at Loki with an eyebrow raised, “Ask her to dance.” “But what if she-“ “Ask her to dance! The worst she could say is no. Besides, she’s gotten to know you over the past few days so-“

Jane interrupts Thor and Loki’s conversation, “She’s so pretty!”

They both turn to look and see y/n walking down from the top of the stairs. She smiles as she sees them. She then makes eye contact with Loki and they both felt their hearts about to burst from their chests.

Thor and Jane notice the two of them locking eyes and not looking away. Thor then patting on Loki’s shoulder before offering Jane his arm as an excuse to walk away and leave the two alone.

Now alone, Loki clears his throat and says “y/n” as he does a slight bow. All y/n could do was smile. So many feelings of butterflies in her stomach and no words to say. They break eye contact as they look away in slight nervousness.

Thinking of what Thor said about asking y/n to dance, it was hard to. He wanted to. He was nervous. He then has an idea.

“Would you like to see the view from the garden? It’s just right through these doors.”

Y/n looked at Loki and shyly nodded yes with a smile that made Loki smile.

Walking outside, y/n’s face lit up to see a beautiful garden with flowers of plenty and paths to walk upon. Loki led y/n to the spot he mentioned and from there, you could see the whole garden, and the clear night-time sky.

As y/n was looking into the Asgardian night sky, she says “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” Loki then looks at her (y/n still looking into the distance) and pauses. He’s mind racing about his feelings for her. He turns to y/n and says “I’ve seen this sky over a thousand times and yes it is indeed beautiful….but not as beautiful as you.”

Y/n’s heart sake to her stomach and her eyes widened as she looks away from the sky and looked into Loki’s eyes. For a moment, y/n was excited but then she looked away with a slightly saddened look upon her face. Loki, noticing her expression, he is concerned so he asks what’s wrong.

“You’re a prince. You’ve been here thousands of years. I know you’ve been with many woman in the past and I don’t want you to see me as one of them.”

Loki turns to look y/n in the eyes. “Those women meant nothing to me. Ever since I laid my eyes upon you in Midgard, I’ve had this.. feeing..” Loki pauses and looks away, “and I’ve never felt like this before.”

Y/n looks at Loki with a welcoming smile. “I feel the same way.”

Thor and Jane walk out the doors that lead to the garden and see Loki and y/n standing together in the garden, too far away to hear what they are talking about. Jane tugs Thor’s arm as they both see Loki hold out his hand to y/n and bring her hand to his lips to lay a soft kiss upon her knuckles. Excited for the two love birds, Thor and Jane decide to stay and watch from afar.

Loki, holding y/n’s hand, asked “Would you care to have this dance?” for they can hear the slow music lingering from the castle. Y/n smiled and nodded yes.

Loki adjusted her hand in his and placed his other hand on her hip. Dancing to the music, all they could do was stare into each other eyes and smile from the happiness they’re sharing together. After a short while, suddenly, Loki twirled y/n in a circle then pulled her in close. The next thing y/n knows, her body was pressed against his and his face was inches from hers. He looked y/n in the eyes then slowly lowers his face down to plant a kiss on her lips.

Drowning in her first kiss with Loki, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her in his arms as their kiss was still, yet long. Once the kiss broke, he rested his forehead on hers and said softly “I wish I found you centuries ago.” At loss for words, y/n smiles and lays her head on his chest.

Holding each other, both looking off into the distance, moments went by before Loki said the most unexpected thing.

“If only you could.. if you could stay here, and live thousands of years, I would ask you to marry me.” He blushed as y/n looked up at him. “I would love to spend the rest of my life with you… a hundred years or a thousand, I could look into your eyes forever.”

Loki then knelt down on one knee and used his magic to conjure up a ring. Holding the gold and emerald ring, he takes y/n by the hand and says “I know we’ve only known each other for a few days but it feels like I’ve known you much longer. Will you marry me?” Y/n grew a big smile on her face and happily said yes. He slipped the ring on her finger and stood up to hug her tight.

The clock strikes midnight and Loki kisses his princess to be. Thor then acts as if he and Jane weren’t standing there, watching nearly the whole time and calls Loki. The two break the kiss and look up at Thor in embarrassment then step away from each other. Loki holds out his arm and it is taken by y/n and they walk back to the castle to meet with Thor and Jane.

Thor looks to Loki and says “Father would like to speak with you.” Thor and Loki then make their way to speak with the King, leaving Jane and y/n by themselves. With the night getting late, Jane and y/n make their way back to their rooms. Instead of Jane leaving y/n at her room and going on to hers, she walked in behind y/n and looked at her with a big smile on her face.

“What?” Y/n says to Jane.

“How was your walk with Loki?”

“It was a dream come true! I don’t know what to make of it! He…” y/n looks down at the ring on her finger. “He asked me to marry him.” She holds up her hand to show the ring to Jane. “I don’t know what to do. My life is only but a small moment in time when compared to his life. He wants me to be his forever but my forever isn’t his forever.”

All Jane could do was smile in excitement. She seemed to know things that y/n didn’t. Y/n was still unaware that Thor and Jane were watching her and Loki in the garden.

(Cut to Loki and Odin)

“Loki! You offered your hand to a mortal! Her life is not worth the time. You need to be seeking a maiden here on Asgard.” Odin sternly said at Loki.

“Father, I feel great love for this woman and I want to spend every moment with her! I- I don’t care how short her life is compared to mine! I love her!”

Odin knowing his son Loki and knowing he doesn’t just feel love for someone, stops to think. He then shares an old spell that is forbidden to use. This spell doesn’t give eternal life but it makes the person live the lifespan of a god or goddess.

“Father, are you saying that you accept y/n to be here? To be a part of the family? To live long here with us?” Loki asks.

“Yes, my son. You seem happy. More happy than ever.”

A guard escorts y/n into the room where Loki and Odin were. Odin and Loki then proceed to explain the spell to y/n and she becomes so happy knowing that she’ll be able to be with Loki for thousands of years.

Weeks go by after the spell had been cast and the day of their wedding had arrived. The throne room was filled with many people. Odin sat in the throne as Loki stood just feet away from him at the end of a clear aisle.

The room fell silent when Odin stood up. Wedding music started to play and everyone turned their heads towards the door. Loki froze at the sight of his bride in her wedding dress. He was both excited and nervous. Y/n approaches and stands in front of Loki. The two say their vows and seal their marriage with a kiss. Loki and y/n, hand in hand, walk down the aisle and off to their honeymoon.

Loki and y/n wanted to be traditional and save themselves until after the wedding. They have yet to enter each others room or do anything more than a kiss. And for the first time, they both enter Loki’s bedroom.

Y/n walks in and takes a look around. Colors of black and green with hints of gold fill his room. She steps towards the bed and reaches out to feel the silky emerald blanket spread neatly across the soft mattress.

*Click* You turn to see that Loki has locked the bedroom door. He starts walking towards y/n with a devious smirk on his face. He walks up to y/n, grabs her waist, and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. Y/n closes her eyes, taking in the kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and he takes her veil and tosses it on a chair.

Loki pulls away from the kiss slowly to gaze into her eyes. While keeping eye contact, he slowly glides his hands to her lower back, tugging at the strings that laced up her dress. Y/n started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Within moments, Loki had finished unlacing her dress. He goes in for another kiss as he slides the dress off her shoulders and it falls to the floor, along with his shirt. Now they are both free to move around more.

Passionately kissing y/n, Loki slides his large hands down her back and onto her ass. He then pulls her up onto him and she wraps her legs around him. Still holding her and kissing her, he sits on the bed. Hands now free as she sits on his lap, he unclips her bra and tosses it aside. Feeling his way up her bare back, he untangles his fingers in her hair and lightly pulls to the side. He lays a hot kiss on her neck. Y/n feels a wave of warmth and tingles throughout her body and starts to slightly grind on him. He lets out a soft moan before gently biting her neck.

Holding her, he stands up and turns around, laying y/n on the bed. She sits up on her elbows and watches as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants. Y/n can see how big and hard he is through his underwear. He leans over her on the bed and goes in for a romantic kiss, his hand investigating her chest. Loki starts to kiss her down her jawline and onto her neck. His hands continue to investigate her and she lets out a slight gasp once his fingertips found their way to her panty line.

He stops kissing her neck and looks at her with a hungry smile. He kissed down her neck and across her breast and stomach. Even though he could use magic, he used his teeth to grab her underwear and pulls them off. Y/n sits her head up to look at him when suddenly she throws her head back onto the bed.

“Ohhhh Lokiii” she moans softly. He pressed his lips on her clit, giving it a sweet kiss before slowly sliding his tongue into her folds. He got a good taste and then dove back in. He was hungry for her juices and he loved how wet she already was for him. The movements of his silver tongue made her go wild.

“I’m about to cum, Loki!” She moans. He stops and she looks up at him smiling at her, knowing it was torture that he didn’t let her finish.

“Not yet. You’re mine. You cum when I want you to.”

It slightly frustrated y/n but what else would you expect from the God Of Mischief.

He stood up and pulls his underwear down. Completely exposed, y/n gets a chill down her spine and she mentally prepares to take in every inch of him. Loki leans over y/n, his face close to hers, and places his tip right on her entrance. He begins to tease her by rubbing his tip around in her wetness and she starts to squirm.

“Please, Loki, please! I can’t take it any longer. I want you. I want all of you!” Y/n whines.

There it was again. That devious look in his eyes. And without words, he slowly starts to slide himself inside her. She gasps and her eyes widen as she takes in the god. Tears start to form in her eyes after realizing that he was much bigger than expected.

Loki whispers into y/n’s ear, “That’s the face I wanted to see.” He puts a hand over her mouth and said “shh” for he knew he was about to make her want to scream. He started to thrust slowing into her, making her moan, until he suddenly started going faster. He got rough with her. Tears fall from her eyes as she tries to scream into his hand covering her mouth. The pain was a good pain.

“Please let me cum!” She begged. He then started to pound into her wet hole harder and faster.

“LOKI!!!!” Y/n screamed her prince’s name as she reached her climax. He quickly pulled out and came into a bin next to his bed.

He conjured up a towel with his magic and began to clean the mess of y/n’s bodily fluids off of him and her. As he wiped her off with the towel, she thought of how much of a gentlemen Loki was for cleaning her up for her instead of doing it herself.

After he tossed the towel aside, he crawled in bed next to y/n. He pulled the blanket over them both and wrapped his arms around her. He held her and they both relaxed. She melted into her husbands arms. He kisses her on the forehead, then leans his cheek on the top of her head. He was so happy he could finally hold her. She soon falls asleep to the sound of his heart beat.

“I love you, y/n. I will love you forever.”

#Loki #loki smut #loki x reader #loki love #loki fluff #loki fanfic #loki fanfction

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swallowtailcherry · 2 years

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How would the gods (thor,poseidon and hercules) react to finding out that their opponent on the ragnarok is the human reincarnation of their past lover who died(somehow)

Thor, Poseidon and Heracles reactions to their opponent being the human reincarnation of their past lover.

1. I'm using Fem pronouns since it wasn't specified.

2. I saw someone post something similar to this but I am not trying to copy it in any way possible.

3. The reader is included

4. Some will be either long and short.

Thor⚡-

Thor had originally thought he was hallucinating the second he saw his opponent.

After knowing he wasn't, he was more confused. Why did you look like her, his deceased love? More importantly, why was your aura the same as her?

His question was answered when you punched his stomach.

The spark in your eyes, you held the same ones. The god of thunder was sent back. But he didn't move.

He's fully convinced his love has reincarnated as you.

To everyone's surprise, he lowered his hammer.

He's never harmed his love this way when she was alive, why do it now?

He made Heimdall cancel the match and went after you. You turned around, seeing him looking down at you. He grabbed your hand and held it tight.

•All of the memories came flooding in. Your eyes were wide with shock, both your smaller hands now cupping his hand.

"Love?" You whispered. Thor simply nodded, a small smile on his face. You quickly hugged him, laughing and crying. Thor returned the embrace, kissing your forehead.

He lost you before, and he wasn't planning on letting it happen again any time soon.

Poseidon🔱-

He didn't see the point in fighting when he knew he'll win.

But that thought went away when you stepped in the arena, your face as calm as his own.

The king of the seas was shook. He knew he wasn't seeing things. You look exactly like his past lover, who had passed away thousands of years ago.

A part of him told him not to harm you, to not kill you.

And so he lowered his trident and left the arena, not caring about what the other deities had to say.

After that, you searched for the god and found him at the beach. You reluctantly approached him, lowering yourself down on your knees. You should've feared the god, but you couldn't.

You rested your hand on top of his, the physical contact both bringing back memories and got Poseidon's attention. Tears came pouring as you held his hand.

"I'm sorry for leaving you so soon." You rested your head on his shoulder. Poseidon didn't push you away and instead pulled you closer. He kept silent, the sounds of waves crashing down calming him down.

"Don't be." That was all that left his lips. For the first time after his past lover's death, he felt... Happy. Happy to be reunited with her once again, just in another way.

{Art is not mine! But it looks so good!}

Heracles🦁-

He felt his heart drop the moment you stepped in.

Everything about you reminded him of his love, from your beauty to your aura.

During the fight, everyone can see how he was hesitating, not hitting you at all.

Only a few can notice the sad look on his face.

You were going in for the final strike, but was brought in an embrace that oddly felt familiar to you.

"It's been too long..." The demigod's arms tighten around your small form. This sparked a memory from long ago, where Heracles always gave you hugs when he came back from his adventures. You began to sob in his chest, hugging him back.

"I've missed you, My love." You choked out, looking into the demigod's eyes. Heracles surrendered, and carried you away in his arms.

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I don't think I did them justice 😂

#record of ragnarok x reader #thor x reader #poseidon x reader #heracles x reader #apologies for my lack of big brain #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 31)

Summary: When Tony identifies one piece of tech missing from SHIELD its time to call in your brother, leaving Steve a little nervous

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff!! little bit of angst! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Chapter 31: Scary Big Brother

After a couple months the trail went cold in DC. Your suspicions had been correct, Bucky had visited the Smithsonian. You weren’t able to track him past that though. One thing you knew was that he wasn’t with Hydra anymore.

So, you and Steve had moved back to New York into the newly named Avengers Tower. Pretty much everyone was back. Bruce had been living there since New York, Nat returned after making new covers and Clint would be around for missions but not live there full time. The only person missing was Thor but considering it wasn’t easy getting in contact with him it wasn’t surprising.

You were currently in the communal kitchen making a cup of coffee when Tony walked in.

“Hey Y/N, how quickly do you think you could get in contact with your brother” he asks with an air of nervousness.

You pause putting the coffee pot back down turning round to face him. Raising a brow at him.

“Why?” You ask slowly not liking where this could be going.

“Well we finally got through the list of tech Fury gave us and when we went through it to see what tech was missing” Tony explains trailing off at the end.

“Tony what’s missing?” You demand.

“Okay please don’t get mad and blast me with ice or anything, and remember I was on your side with sending it back to Asgard” Tony says holding his hands up.

“Fuck!” You complain when you realise exactly what was missing.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks as he and Nat walks in.

“You want to tell them Tony” you state crossing your arms glaring over at him.

“One of the pieces of tech that’s missing from SHIELD is Loki’s sceptre” Tony says wincing slightly.

Steve groans loudly dropping his head shaking it.

“I thought it was taken back to Asgard” Nat asks.

“No, Thor only took the cube, we agreed to let the sceptre stay here as a compromise” you explain with a sigh.

“So Hydra have a weapon that can be used to control people’s minds” Steve states.

“Fun times” Nat deadpans.

“So can you get in contact with your brother?” Tony asks turning back to you.

“I can try, I think he visits Jane often so I can ask her to pass on the message” you agree.

“On a scale of 1 to 10 how pissed do you think he’ll be about the sceptre?” Tony asks you.

“Not as pissed as he’ll be about Steve dating his little sister” Nat snorts earning a glare from Steve.

“Wait he doesn’t know?” Tony exclaims.

“No, at least I don’t think so Heimdall might have told him” you say shrugging your shoulders.

Honestly you weren’t bothered whether your brother liked who you were dating or not. You were extremely happy with Steve and if he had a problem with that then he had to just get over it.

“Heimdall?” Nat asks confused tilting her head slightly.

“Guardian of the Bifrost, he watches over the 9 realms” you explain.

“Wait is he always watching? Like when we’re in the shower and stuff?” Tony asks.

“Kinky” Nat snorts making you shoot her a look.

“I think he has the decency to look away during those moments” you tell them.

“So, you nervous to see Thor again” Nat asks Steve who had remained silent during this conversation.

“Um I don’t think so” Steve says clearing his throat.

“Well I’d hate to be you pal” Tony says patting Steve on the shoulder as he walked out.

“You’ll be fine.... hopefully... it was nice knowing you” Nat smirks before she too heads out.

“Don’t listen to them, they’re just trying to wind you up” you tell him moving to stand in front of him running your hands up and down his arms.

“I know, it’s fine” Steve says moving his arms so they wrapped around your waist.

“I better go call Jane, but I’ll see you later at training” you smile leaning up to kiss him.

“Okay, I’ll see you later” Steve smiles.

For the rest of the day Steve struggled to focus. He hadn’t thought about what Thor’s reaction would be to him dating you. He had assumed it would be okay, he and Thor got along well but maybe it was different when you’re fighting aliens and you’re only friends with his sister.

He tried not to take what Nat and Tony said to heart, he knew they were just winding him up. But he had seen Thor angry, he’d been on the receiving end of his hammer the first time they met. He was lucky he had his shield on him at the time, maybe he should keep his shield on him just in case.

He was lying in bed trying to read but wasn’t able to focus properly. Glad for the welcome distraction when you walked in.

“You know you aren’t helping yourself with this old man persona by getting into bed so early” you say when you walked in spotting him in bed.

“Its nearly 10” he says furrowing his brows glancing at the time.

“Is it? Oh didn’t realise I was on the phone that long” you chuckle walking into the closet.

“How is Jane?” Steve asks putting his book away.

“Good, she’s doing lots of super important work now following the convergence” you say walking back out pair of shorts and vest in hand.

“What about Thor?” Steve asks clearing his throat.

He notices you glance up at him eyebrow raised suspiciously before answering.

“He wasn’t there, but she said she’d pass on the message when he next visits and let us know when he’s on his way” you explain.

“So how long until he arrives?” Steve asks wondering how long until his potential death.

“Don’t know exactly, week or so?” You say shrugging your shoulders.

“Oh okay cool” Steve says nodding his head.

He watched as you head into the bathroom to go get ready for bed. Sighing to himself deeply he runs his hand over his face and into his hair dropping it down heavily. He wondered what Buck would be saying if he could see him right now. He’d probably be laughing just like Nat and Tony. Telling him to ‘man up punk’, god he could be a jerk sometimes.

“Hey what’s on your mind?” You say poking him pulling him from his thoughts.

He hadn’t even realised you had returned and climbed into bed beside him. He looks over at you and realises it was probably easier to just come clean no matter how embarrassing it was.

“I’m worried about how Thor’s gonna react” he sighs looking over at you.

Thankfully you don’t laugh and just give him a sympathetic smile, reaching out to take his hand in yours.

“It’ll be fine, I promise” you tell him.

“I know but the first time we met he tried to kill me with his hammer” he says making you laugh slightly.

“I’m sure he wasn’t actively trying to kill you, he was mad at Loki and Tony” you tell him with a smile.

“But what if he’s mad with me for dating you?” Steve points out.

“Well then he’s gonna have to go through me, he may have lightning but I have all the elements. I’ll protect you I promise” you chuckle making him laugh.

“Thank you, I think I’ll still bring my shield though” he laughs.

“Whatever makes you feel safe, but I promise you, you won’t need it Thor is a big softy. Loki was the murderous one” you point out smiling over at him.

Steve smiles wrapping his arm around you and pull you into his embrace kissing the top of your head. He was so unbelievably lucky to have you, you were incredible in every sense of the world.

A week later Steve was training in the tower gym when he heard the door open behind him and a large booming voice.

“Captain! How good to see you, how have you been?” Thor smiles striding over to him.

“Good, how have you been” Steve says getting over his initial shock and shaking Thor’s hand.

“Great, many great adventures across the nine realms” Thor chuckles patting Steve hard on the back.

“Nice, have you seen Y/N yet?” Steve asks wondering whether he was just in a good mood because he didn’t know about your relationship yet.

“No only just arrived, how is my sister?” Thor asks shaking his head.

“Good, she’s good” Steve says deciding to wait until you turned up to break the news.

“Speak of the devil” Thor says nodding over to the door where you had just appeared looking down at your phone.

“Hey sweetheart, just a heads-up Thor should be here at some point today, so if you want to grab your shield, do so now” you joke walking in not looking up from your phone.

Steve feels Thor straighten next to him, the air suddenly feeling metallic. Steve didn’t dare look over at Thor instead he just cleared his throat loudly making you look up. Your eyes widening when you realise Thor was there.

“Oh shit hey Thor you’re here already” you say shoving your phone into your pocket.

“Sister, why did you refer to Captain as sweetheart?” Thor questions his brows furrowed.

“Brother, don’t be mad because I am very happy but me and Steve are in a relationship” you tell him moving to stand beside Steve wrapping your arm around his waist.

Thor turns to look at the pair of you, his brows furrowed. He looks Steve up and down crossing his arms over his chest. Steve stood tall trying to make himself look good enough for you but not confrontational, the last thing he wanted was a fight.

“And you’re happy sister?” Thor asks glancing down at you.

“Extremely happy brother” you tell your brother looking up at him a clear warning in your eyes.

“Then I’m happy” Thor says smiling again.

Steve let out a deep sigh of relief not realising he was holding his breath until that moment.

“Thank you Thor, that means a lot” Steve smiles holding out his hand.

“My pleasure but if you hurt her, I will kill you” Thor says shaking Steve’s hand his face turning deadly serious.

“Thor!” You scold.

“I’m only joking” Thor laughs loudly dropping Steve’s hand.

You chuckle shaking your head stepping towards Thor and hugging him tightly.

“I’ve missed you brother, how is everything? How’s Jane and Erik?” You ask him.

“Wonderful, their research is world leading” Thor smiles.

Steve watched the two of you catch up. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched you. Over your time on earth your speech had become a lot more modern, but as soon as you were around Thor you reverted back. Steve didn’t mind though, he thought it was endearing.

“What are you smiling at?” You ask glancing over your shoulder at him.

“Nothing just enjoying this reunion” he smiles as you step back towards him wrapping your arms around his waist.

He smiles back down at you wrapping his arm around you pulling you closer into his side.

“I have to say, you two make a fine couple” Thor smiles nodding down at you.

“Well I wasn’t expecting such a happy reunion, I thought there’d be a Steve shaped hole in the wall by now” Tony says as walks into the gym.

“Stark! How are you?” Thor smiles walking over and shaking Tony’s hand.

“Good point break, thank you for coming back, hopefully we can find the sceptre quick and you can be on your way back to whatever it is you do” Tony says gesturing up to the ceiling.

“Yes, a shame it has fallen into the wrong hands, but from what I hear it was an unfortunate consequence to a necessary action” Thor sighs crossing his arms over his chest.

“We’re trying to track it now, but whoever has it is keeping it well hidden” you sigh.

“Well it won’t for long, power like that is too attractive not to use” Thor says.

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marvel-girl-13 · 2 years

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just a little too late

Warning(s): Old writing, my take on marvel, canon divergence

Word Count: 3203

Summary: Thor: the Dark World and Thor: Ragnarok never happened. Following the events of the Avengers, Loki is returned to Asgard and banished to Bjorg, a lonely planet. Several years pass in silence... until Loki makes a request.

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Loki stood outside his manor, staring up at the sky with honest fear and unease in his heart. Yet there was determination there as well, empowering him to do what he was about to do. Hopefully, Heimdall could feel that, and it would allow him to look past the god's past mistakes and know that he was asking for this with his heart and not for just him. He had a purpose, and with that purpose came a promise that one person in particular had to hear. “I ask for this one favor,” he called up. “Please, Odin! If you can at least grant me this one simple favor, then I shall be at peace.”

Silence answered his plea. There wasn't even a crash of lightning to strike him down or a tremendous roll of thunder to scare him back into the mansion. Odin's voice did not boom out even a simple "no." It was this quiet that angered Loki more than any literal response would have. After all of this time, after he had suffered and struggled out here on this barren planet, trying to find the answers and appease those that had sentenced him here, he couldn't get the one simple request that he so desired to be answered. Indeed, he had already waited too long to do this; but he had changed in his exile. At least enough to make this one trip back to Asgard.

Without really thinking about it, Loki got down onto his knees. His gaze remained skyward, his thoughts wholly focused on his goal. “I am learning,” he said, ignoring the fact that he was dirtying his pants by sitting on the earth. “But in order to keep on learning, I must come back to try and to make amends to prove it to those who cannot see it. Please, Allfather. Even if he does not want me there, I must come. Just for a little while. Have mercy…” Loki could feel the emotion building within him as the thoughts regarding how his choices had led to this and the many things that he had missed because of his banishment.

A bright flash of light suddenly jolted the god slightly out of his thoughts. The familiar sensation of him being transported across the galaxy overcame him, although it was starkly different than what he had experienced in the wormhole that felt like ages ago. Stumbling a little bit out of both surprise and weakness, Loki landed on the golden surface of the main hall of Odin's castle. There was no one there to greet him, but he wasn't about to complain; it was probably better this way, to have only a few people know that he was here. He would have sort of expected Odin to have been present with perhaps a few guards as a safety precaution, but there was nobody in sight.

Straightening up, Loki adjusted his tunic and hastily brushed the dirt off his knees, attempting to look somewhat presentable. It would be difficult, yet understandable should he appear a little worse for wear, but that wasn't the god's style. Already he felt a bit out of place, and couldn't help but awkwardly stand there for a moment or two, trying to figure out what his next move was to be before Odin decided that he had been there long enough. Quickly, he started to move towards the entrance that would lead him towards the great dining hall where he assumed everyone would be gathered.

Now that he was actually here, Loki couldn't help but feel vulnerable. Indeed, he was still without his powers and he had lost the color that his years as a prince had given to him, but there was just the knowledge of how he wasn't wanted here that was making him nervous. If someone chose to attack him, there was really no way he could hold them off for very long. He wasn't out to harm anyone and he was certain that he would be leaving soon because he felt this way. He hoped that with that knowledge Odin would be able to keep him safe for as long as possible. Loki had a feeling that if he kept to his promise, so would the Allfather.

The god halted once he had reached the door to the feasting hall, standing back in the shadows beside the entrance. He was hesitant to enter now, despite how far he had already come without encountering anyone. Swallowing nervously, Loki peeked into the room. Just like the old days during a celebration, it was packed with gods and goddesses, its tables stacked high with glorious meats, cheeses, and the finest breads and wines. Of course, there was always the very best in Asgard. Loki's mouth watered a little at the thought of the beautifully aged wines, longing to taste and smell their fragrances. How long ago had he been given such a drink? All he had back on Bjorg was mulled mead; there was one lone bottle of wine somewhere in the cellar, but the god hadn't had the heart to open it. Why waste good wine when there was nothing to celebrate?

Loki's eyes continued to roam, and he came across Sif seated beside the Warriors Three at a far table. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, talking adamantly as they enjoyed their meal...

“Loki?”

Loki violently tore his eyes away from the sight, turning to face his confronter. He moved quickly and forcefully, like an abused dog unable to tell the difference between a hand that was prepared to beat him and one that was only meant to comfort him. Involuntarily his gaze darkened as he expected the worst, only to see that it was Thor standing some feet away from him. Silence fell, their gazes falling to inspect one another. Upon looking at the thunder god, Loki couldn't help but recoil. Despite how he had aged, Thor looked regal and like the king that the other had so desperately wanted to be. His hair had gotten longer and fuller, the creases lining his face deeper, the light and knowledge in his eyes brighter and more powerful than ever. His armor shone brightly, yet it did not give off the air of battle; rather, it was more decorative and celebratory, matching the majestic cape that hung from his broad shoulders.

Loki knew that he looked horrible in comparison. His hair was greasy and roughly shorn, nearly just as short as it had been before all of this. His cheeks were sallow and his skin ghastly pale, his boots muddy and torn, and his apparel peasant-like. His cloak was the most valuable thing he wore now, but it fit him poorly. The absence of his magic, his titles, and his pride was slowly killing him, draining him into nothing more than skin and bones. Although he could tell that Thor was saddened by the sight of him, the man who he had once called a brother stood tall and serious. “Why have you come?” he asked. One of his hands moved towards where Mjölnir resided on his hip. “How did you get here?”

“I want to see him,” Loki said immediately, taking an eager step forward. Thor seemed a bit startled by the abruptness of his reply but did not back down. “Odin must believe that I will cause no harm because he was the one who let me come.” Again, surprise crossed the thunder god's features.

“After... after all this time?”]Thor asked in slight disbelief. A bit of anger glinted in his eyes. “You didn't even try to come to my marriage to Jane or even when he was born!”

“Odin didn't trust me to come,” Loki replied. “And to be honest... I didn't either. And I... didn't think that you wanted me to.” He dropped his gaze from Thor's. Shame filled him, but what it was for he could not say. Another span of silence fell. Eventually, Loki found that he could speak again. “But I'm here now,” he said with a hint of defiance, holding his head high again. “And I want to meet him.”

Thor did not respond right away, his own eyes falling to the floor as he considered his request. A moment or two passed before he lifted them again, now focusing on the people within the dining hall. Following his gaze, Loki saw that he was looking at where Jane sat beside Frigga at the main table. The human seemed to be taking well to her new life on Asgard, as her features had a healthy glow and her expression was all smiles. Loki had never had the chance to personally meet her, having only really seen her from afar when she and Thor's love for one another had begun to blossom during the thunder god's exile.

In her lap sat a young boy with dark hair like her own that was also slightly unruly like his father's. The little demigod looked quite content and happy seated with his mother, his large eyes staring at his grandmother for a moment before returning to flickering about the room. There was no doubt in Loki's mind that he was searching for the man that was standing beside him. “The moment I heard about his birth,” he began in a soft tone. “I felt this... deep connection with him. I hadn't even met him and yet... we were already close.” Loki looked back at Thor, who was now captivated by the sight of his son. “Just like we used to be.” The statement pulled the thunder god's attention back to the god of mischief, and for a moment it was as if they were just like they used to be: brothers.

There was a pause, and eventually, the sensation receded as they were both brought back to the present. They turned their gazes away from one another, trying to find something else to stare at. By this point, Loki was all set to just leave if Thor did not want him here. He sort of felt like having that moment had been enough for one day, but he also did indeed want to go meet this child. He wasn't going to push though; he had already done so by showing up. So he waited, feeling more uncomfortable and unwanted by the minute. Then...

“His name is Destin,” Thor said quietly. Loki looked back at him, his heart starting the pound within his chest. He watched as the god pursed his lips slightly before turning his head towards him again and forming into a small, perhaps even relieved, smile. He nodded slightly towards where Jane, Frigga, and Destin sat. “You haven't much time though,” he warned Loki gently. “The moment everyone sees you, things could get hectic and I don't want this day to be ruined for him.” The other god nodded. “Come.”

Thor stepped forward and entered the dining hall, Loki not too far behind. At first, no one seemed to notice that the shunned god was even there, too busy enjoying the festivities. It wasn't until they were halfway to the main table that silence began to gradually fall, spreading to each and every table that the god mischief passed. Thor appeared to be unperturbed by this, but there was no hiding how sad yet again it made him.

After what seemed to be an eternity, they reached their destination. Jane immediately got to her feet upon seeing her husband, grinning from ear to ear as she held Destin in her arms, her blue cloak swishing lightly about her ankles with her gold skirt. Loki's gaze was suddenly locked on the child, fascinated by how big the child had grown over the span of years since he had received the news of his birth. By god's standards, he had to at least be ten or even fifteen years old at least by now; he had the appearance of a five-year-old, which was most likely how old he really was, being a demigod and all. Nervousness overcame Loki for a brief moment, but Thor brought him back as he began to speak to Jane quietly, obviously trying his best to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Loki wishes to see him,” he said softly to her. His wife blinked at him, taken aback by his words. It was then that her eyes fell upon Loki, and they widened in astonishment. Clearly, she had heard a great deal about him; and certainly nothing that put him in the best light. Her grip noticeably tightened on Destin, who was gazing up at his father excitedly. “I think Destin at least deserves to meet someone who has been long considered to be a part of the family,” Thor went on quickly before she could begin to refuse. Jane, whose mouth had been open to retort, shut her lips and glared a little bit. “Just for a moment. He won't even leave your sight, I promise,” her husband reassured her. She continued to look doubtful. “Jane... He is his nephew.”

Even Loki was taken aback by this statement. His nephew? Did that mean that Thor still actually considered him to be a part of the family and, even more astonishingly, his brother?! Loki didn't know how to react to this and clearly, neither did anyone else in the hall. Everyone's eyes were glued to Jane and Thor, waiting. Jane looked like she wanted to plead with her husband, terrified of what could happen if Loki turned out to be just as horrible as he used to be. But Thor's eyes were filled with his own pleads towards his wife, and there seemed to be enough to convince her. She nodded, tight-lipped, but nonetheless agreeable. She handed Destin over to him, something that the little boy was more than happy with.

Loki could feel himself shaking as the god turned back to face him, relief and pride on his face. At first, he didn't know what to say now that he had made it here. He could only stare back at Destin, who was now gazing at him with interest. Ages seemed to pass before Loki was able to speak, irrationally terrified of his young nephew. He managed a small smile, taking a little step towards the pair of them. “Happy birthday, Destin. I'm your... your Uncle Loki.” The title felt odd on his tongue, but a small hint of warmth spread throughout his body to hear himself say it out loud.

Destin stared at him, remaining as silent as he had been from the moment Loki had met him. The room remained eerily quiet, everyone waited with bated breath; none of them had chosen to attack, surprisingly enough, probably because they had noticed Thor seeming so calm about the banished god's appearance. Loki was holding his breath with them, growing more uncomfortable with the attention and chaos raging within him. He didn't know what else he could say, but he couldn't find the will to just leave now. His eyes remained glued on the boy, as though he would somehow provide a solution.

But nothing happened. Not a word was spoken in response, and with slight dismay, the god watched as Destin sank a little back against his father's chest. Loki felt deflated, but what had he expected? The child had most likely heard of what his uncle had done, and even the censored version would put him in a horrible light. The kid had probably already started loathing him; after all, the god had nearly gotten his father killed on a few occasions. The tension was starting to mount in the room, so Loki was beginning to think that now might be a good time to take his leave. He turned away, clutching his cloak a little closer to his body to head back to the main hall -

“Loki.”

The tone of Thor's voice made the god freeze. It was soft and gentle, almost like the way that he had spoken to Jane. Slightly puzzled, Loki turned slowly back to face them, a small frown marring his sallow features. He watched as the god of thunder, knelt down and set Destin down on the floor on his own. He was a bit wobbly at first, but regained himself with some help from his father. Destin's blue eyes returned to his uncle, a look of determination mixed with curiosity on his face as he moved towards the other god. At first, Loki wasn't sure how to react. He remained where he was, staring down at the young demigod that approached him.

For a moment, the pair just stared at each other. Loki couldn't help but be fascinated by the small creature before him, a child that showed no fear or anger towards him; just plain interest, and perhaps even adoration. Destin cocked his head a little to the side, still wordless. Loki raised an eyebrow and his brow furrowed, now absolutely baffled by the situation. Was he to just walk away? Or were they to just stand there and stare at one another? Perhaps the child was daft, not entirely right in the mind. But still; what exactly was he to -

“Thank you for coming, Uncle Loki.” Loki blinked, now noticing that Destin was directly in front of him. But he recovered himself, swallowing and smiling a little more. He knelt just as Thor had, now able to meet both the father and son eye-to-eye.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world,” the god of mischief replied, placing his hands a bit awkwardly on the child's shoulders. “If I hadn't, I would have had to prepare for hurricane season.” That ignited a giggle from Destin and Loki couldn't help but chuckle as well, his eyes flickering up and over at Thor before returning to the boy. He was about to drop his hands and straighten up when the child suddenly embraced him around the chest. Loki froze, unsure how to react to the contact. Then he relaxed a little, hesitantly returning the boy's show of affection.

After a minute or two, they parted. “Well, I must get going,” the god said with a small sigh, gazing at his nephew. Destin took a step back, watching as his uncle stood up to his full height once more. Loki nodded toward Thor before turning on his heel and striding out of the dining hall. Just as he reached the center of it, preparing himself for his trip back to Bjorg, the child's voice caught his attention again.

“Uncle!” Loki turned just in time to witness Destin hurrying over to the door of the hall. The demigod peered at him, a bit hesitant now. “When will I see you again?”

For a moment, it was as if all the wind in the god's chest had been knocked out of it. But he stood tall, keeping himself together. “When the time is right,” Loki replied softly. Suddenly, a sound like that of rushing wind came from above where he stood. The god closed his eyes, unable to look at his nephew anymore. And with a bright flash of light, was gone.

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hale-of-stiles-heart · 2 years

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THOR: Love and Thunder

Went to go see Love And Thunder with my dad and I just wanted to ramble a bit! Spoilers below!

the introduction of Gor was pretty good

started a little slow I feel with Thor and the Guardians where I feel like they made Thor kinda annoying to the point that it wasn't funny but whatever

the scene with Sif was weird bc it was played too much for laughs with her apparently not knowing that she'd need to die in battle to go to Valhalla which is 1. weird bc how would she not know? she's Asgardian 2. not true bc Odin didn't die in battle and went to Valhalla

Matt Damon reprising his role was very fun but boy did that scene drag on

Jane having stage 4 cancer and that's why she goes to Mjolnir was kinda interesting and I was happy to see Darcy and Selvig even for just a bit!

I do think the flashback montage of Thor and Jane's relationship was kinda weird bc it seemed very generic when they could've used actual moments from the past movies that had more poignancy and expanded on those

Gor's shadow creatures were so cool and I love the different designs for them!!!

also Jane Thor is so fucking cool I was so excited to see it!!! And the way that Mjolnir being shattered was incorporated into the fighting with it breaking into projectiles was very cool!!

love love love Thor and Jane being awkward exes but I think the whole "Mjolnir is Thor's ex hammer and Stormbreaker is jealous and acting up" thing could've been explored more seriously rather than just as a running joke bc Ragnarok established he didn't need Mjolnir then they gave him Stormbreaker and since they kept emphasizing that Thor doesn't know who he is they shouldn't treated that more seriously I think

it was cool they had Heimdall's son included! (I actually thought for a second he was trans bc he chose to use the name Axel instead of Astrid and I'm used to Astrid being a feminine name but it's Disney so y'know but a fun headcanon)

I wish they would've made Gor nicer to the kids which is probably dumb to say of a villain but he lost his daughter and there was a moment where he mentioned her to the kids so I think it would've been interesting to see him be genuinely nicer to them to reinforce the fact he took up the mantle of God Butcher to avenge his daughter

I liked Russel Crowe as Zeus, I can see what they were going for with him being older and heavy, an old god king who just wants to go to orgies and show off, but they should've skipped the accent bc he sounded more Italian than Greek

very happy Korg didn't actually die!

also very fun that apparently Kronans are an entirely male species and Korg had two dads (and later a bf/husband, Dwayne)

I was very happy they confirmed that it was Valkyrie's girlfriend who died in the Ragnarok flashback bc so many ppl insisted it was just a sister but no it was her gf!

though I do wish Valkyrie hadn't taken such a backseat, esp skipping the last big fight but I digress

space dolphins!!!

Thor and Jane's talk was really nice and one of my favorite moments of the movie

love the switch to black and white when they got to the Shadow Realm

the entire fight there was really cool! It was very stylized and just really fun to watch!!!

they made Stormbreaker plot relevant but it felt very forced but maybe I'm biased

Thor giving the kids the power of Odin with their weapons (like in the first movie) was so cool and the whole fight scene was awesome!!!

love Jane showing up even though she knew it would probably kill her esp when without her Thor wouldn't have been able to break the sword

I did actually think that since parts of the sword got mixed in with the bits of Mjolnir that it was gonna infect Jane too and make for a much more tragedy ending where Thor would have to kill her but no

I ultimately think Gor bringing his daughter back was a waste of a wish bc he just went ahead and died and even acknowledged she'd be alone - and even though Jane pretty much volunteered Thor to adopt her it was a little weird that he'd suddenly be okay with a god taking care of his kid but whatever

personally, I think it would've been cool if Thor offered Gor and his daughter a place in Valhalla bc that would've been the eternal reward he was so devastated by not getting

Jane's death did hurt me but I was so excited to see that she turned to gold dust like the dying gods did 👀

admittedly I don't like the whole "Thor adopts Gor's daughter" thing so the ending itself was kinda lackluster for me

the first post credit scene was okay, was funny seeing the dude from that soccer show as Hercules bc he seems too scrawny to be Hercules but whatever

the second post credit scene was so good!!! Jane going to Valhalla! seeing Heimdall again! even in his ugly ass outfit! I think that should've been the actual ending, a bit longer and showing off more of Valhalla bc Jane deserves her eternal heaven and I think it'd be a good callback to the end of the first movie where Thor was told that Jane's searching for him with now it being Jane in Valhalla and Thor on Earth

Overall I liked it! I'd definitely watch it again but I wouldn't really go out of my way to see it again! I think it needed some tweaks and could've cut down on the awkward funny bits so it was a bit more serious! Not as good as Ragnarok but better than a lot of other Marvel movies!

#thor love and thunder #spoilers #long post #love and thunder spoilers

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idk if someone already gave you it but consider it done gimmie your heimdall maloki thoughts for the send a character thing

~Pen

HI PEN thank u 4 sending heimdall maloki ^_^

first impression: he was instantly my fave because in the anime his lines were just so so stereotypically edgy i could not take him seriously it was so funny to me. it was also a little jarring because he acts so so different from my impression of myth heimdallr

current impression: he's silly and he gets a lot of shit from the narrative which i don't really think he deserves considering everything that's happened to him. anime heimdall does find peace at least but he quite literally had to go to hel and back. manga heimdall im not sure exactly how he is at the very end of the series but he's way more fucked up and never really backs down on his ambitions. either way he gets fucked up real bad

fave moment: it's hard to discern a very favorite moment cause there's a lot i find silly or interesting. but one from anime and manga each are (major spoilers in small text)

-> (anime) rejecting lokis hand when the bridge breaks beneath him. it shows how he prefers lokis betrayal over odin's (odin is his father in the mythos so i'm gonna say it applies here too) and how it's less about him losing the eye and more about who did it. that factor changes in the manga because it's def more about who took away what his life was there but yeah. that whole scene honestly just makes me so sad because he goes on about how seeking revenge on loki is the only reason he exists and idk. love that guy.

-> him beating the shit out of loki to figure out if it's actually loki. i just think it's funny how he knows loki well from how he reacts to getting in a physical fight with him

story idea: idk tbh. never had any overarching plots for fics but id like to write something concerning him and narugami's (thor) relationship sometime from the manga since naru clearly still cares about his brother despite a lot of the things he's done. that scene where he calls heimdall "heim(u)" and loki questions naru about nicknaming the guy trying to kill him (as in loki) is funny to me lmao

unpopular opinion: heimdall was a little justified in his whole thing. like in context they are gods and loki basically ripped away and uprooted heimdalls whole life, even if he was simply following orders, so revenge in death makes sense for divine wrath. is his anger a little misdirected ? yeah but like can you really blame the guy he can't blame **** out of past emotional connection and trust. also he was just following orders too it's his job !!!!! the only one he has left since he got fired after loki ripped his eye out !!!!!

fave relationship: hard choice between freyr and loki. loki and heim's relationship is very complicated because loki obviously cares about heim and sees how his anger is eating away at him and heim you know. hates loki with all his being. i think that moment when heim gets possessed by baldr and is drifting in and out of being possessed going on about how he's supposed to be the one to kill loki while loki tells mayura that heimdall is a friend and that helping him is something that only he can do shows that well. freyr and heim is classic odd couple duo that's silly so that's why i love them but also because freyr really is heimdalls only friend that actively cares for him. he searches for him when he goes missing twice in the manga and also is the only one that mourns him. so i just think they're neat.

fave headcanon: heimdall got his talons from shapeshifting. i got it from a fic and it's neat to me so yeah ^_^ it also makes his relationship with loki angstier if you imagine that loki was his shapeshifting buddy. while i don't think they were really good friends or lovers as i've seen others suggest before loki betrayed him i do think their rivalry was much more friendly and out of respect for one another's talents before evolving into an arch-nemesis relationship.

#fish.answers #matantei loki #maloki #thanks for the ask pen ^_^ i am very very happy to have an excuse to organize all ky thoughts about him in one #he's just so silly

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italianexotiicbeauty · 11 months

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( ft. a cameo from lyla michaels, the director of ARGUS. )

Downtown Denver Colorado - Panzano restaurant. 8:45 pm.

”Thank you,” Mary murmured as the waiter dropped off a plate on the side of the table - it was an appetizer she had selected while awaiting the arrival of the other party meant to be sitting across from her. Usually, she wouldn’t have bothered meeting with anyone past ‘business’ hours ( that included Steven Grant ). This individual had been rather . . . insistent which was more than accurate to use when describing her, Lyla Michaels was the wife of John Diggle - Oliver Queen’s bodyguard and additional team mate as well. She knew that because Laurel Lance was her best friend, and also part of team Arrow. Looking at the watch on her wrist, nails tapped the side of the little plate in front of her, she didn’t have her phone with her - personal policy. If someone was going to go out of their way to be insistent about meeting for dinner to discuss … metahuman business … she was not going to be interrupted by unnecessary notifications on her phone. T h a t was highly inconsiderate, at least in her eyes it was - so her phone was locked up in the trunk of her jeep.

Just as the waiter reappeared to ask her if everything was all right because she hadn’t touched the Spuma di Ricotta, a woman with short brown hair took the seat across from Mary finally. Mary looked over at the waiter and just quietly nodded before her dark eyes looked towards the other. “Does the director of ARGUS not follow her own schedule or are you just in the business of annoying people by being late?” The waiter had walked off now, he’d return in a few more minutes … or a little longer, depending on how this conversation went.

Lyla inhaled a deep breath and smiled tightly towards Mary, ” As a director of a secret government agency - sometimes my time isn’t my own even when I want it to be. As someone who works for herself, you know that sometimes things clash into each other time wise and that’s not something you have ANY actual control over. ”

Mary could only grimace at the accuracy and leaned back in her seat as a man in a black suit approached the table and placed a manilla envelope in front of her. One brow arched as she looked between the man, the envelope and then back to Lyla. “I’m not opening that in here,” She knew better - far too many eyes all around them. “Might be better if you order something to drink, maybe something to eat and… make this look as ‘normal’ as possible.” Spotting the waiter who emerged from the kitchen, she signaled him over and pointed at Lyla.

Lyla had briefly looked at the menu and was quietly in agreement with what the other had said. “ I’ll have the Sugo di Alce and Tentua Sant’anna, please and thank you. ” She handed the menu back to the waiter and watched him walk off. ” Did you order anything other than the antipasti? ”

Mary nodded her head, “I don’t drink wine -- but I did in fact order the Pollo e Gnocchi, and just sticking with my water.” Wine tasted only like the tannins, nothing else to her since she was first able to drink and that was why she preferred sour / tart beers because with regular beer she could taste the barley / hops more than anything. “So, why exactly do you require … my assistance?”

” Anything S-Squad related tends to leave a bad taste in Diggle’s mouth because of his personal history with Deadshot … so it’s safer in this instance to outsource. You’ve got more than a good reputation amongst your own team - Barry, Kara, Oliver, and Laurel also speak highly of you. Pretty sure your father would even speak highly of you. ”

Mary stopped while bringing the glass of water to her lip when Lyla brought up her adoptive father, Thor. “If you could even get in contact with him, he would - he and Amelia aren’t the greatest with mundane technology and I do NOT suggest approaching Norway unless you send an envoy first.” She’s mostly warning Lyla because of Fenrir, he was still guarding the cave while Heimdall was in recovery. Last thing they needed was an incident with A.R.G.U.S. “Even then … I still wouldn’t suggest it because it could turn out very bad.” At least until Heimdall was back on his feet and once more in control of the bifrost from new Asgard to old Asgard.

Lyla was taking mental notes and nodded her head, ” Duly noted - steer clear of Norway unless we end up finding someone who can reach him without any issues. ” Both women smiled at the waiter when he dropped off their food, along with Lyla’s drink and walked off. Mary had placed the manilla envelope inside the bag she had with her and kept it behind her the whole time for safety.

” We’ve had recent reports of sudden fires … mostly home fires, disguised very cleverly as arson in certain parts of southern california into mexico. ” She placed her fork and knife down, ” And I know it’s not you doing it - nor your friend Beatriz which leaves one other individual that is supposed to be dead…”

Mary blinked a few times, “Oh that’s got to be fun for you - but then again I imagine whomever it is is familiar with A.R.G.U.S. and the S-Squad. Which is why you’re asking me to go after whomever they are, sounds like fun.”

THREE WEEKS LATER - Los Angeles, California.

According to the thick file that Lyla had handed over to her, Los Angeles was the home of the metahuman she was to retrieve. Sending another pyro to retrieve a pyro was a little amusing, at least to her because from the list of abilities she had seen in the file … El Diablo could had mystical resurrection to his list. He’s supposed to be dead and that means he was somehow not.

As far as she’s aware … resurrection is only achieved in a few ways. By phoenix blood - like herself, having a particle of an eldritch terror called The Return inside of them, or by other mystical means. Necromancy was another way, usually that was very dark magic - costing a part of the necromancer’s soul or something. Either way, maybe she should at least ask this El Diablo how he came back from the dead before deciding whether or not she was going to attempt to hand him over to Lyla. Stepping out of the rental car, sunglasses placed on top of her head as she walked away from the vehicle. “If I were someone that could easily burn homes down without batting an eye but also had to hide … where oh where would I hide?” That was a rhetorical question, Los Angeles had a vast homeless population and if he was clever as Lyla had alluded to .. he was hiding somewhere amongst the thousands of homeless.

” … Possibly somewhere by the water…” She murmured to herself and headed back towards the rental car, bringing up the GPS locator as well as the last known address of that house fire. Trying to locate the nearest beach in order to locate her … target? No that didn’t even sound right to her. Inquiry? Yeah sure, her INQUIRY.

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sweet-demiboi · 3 years

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Well. Mhmmm, I was thinking of being the other King of Asgard and maybe also a God? (maybe the God of Knolagde). And maybe the Avengers need help so Thor asks his Husband😜 and that of course, means that the Avengers will meet him and maybe kinda fangirl? Oooh I'm so stupid, I forgot to ask, do we need to describe our personality? Cause if so I'm rather shy.

Also feel free to message if you need any clarifications.

Thanks!

Thor x Male!Reader

Plot: Requested

Warnings: Hm... bad English? A bit angst, but really not much

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You were having trouble in your mind. You sat outside in the beautiful gardens of Asgard's palace, admiring the beauty of the nature around you. But it wasn't able to clear your mind of the concerned thoughts you were thinking about for the past days now.

Thor had promised to inform you about everything that was happening in his life on Midgard but he had neither sent a message nor had he visited Asgard by himself. You were seriously concerned about your husband.

You got up from the chair you were sitting on before and started walking around the gardens. No other god or goddess disturbed you as they could clearly see that you were trying to focus on your problems.

At least that was something you could do really well, after all you were the god of knowledge and wisdom. Different scenarios played in your imagination and you didn't notice the person standing next to you until they laid a hand on your shoulder.

Your head went straight up and in the matter of just a few seconds, you had pulled out your dagger and were putting it against the intruders throat.

"Whoa, keep calm, (Y/N)!", Thor laughed with raised hands. You sank your weapon and looked at him with an accusing look in the eyes. "Why didn't you tell me about your days? I was concerned.", you asked with crossed arms.

Thor smiled but looked a bit defeated at the same time "I am sorry, my love, but I wasn't able to send you a message. The mission we're working on right now is quite hard.", he stepped closer to you and took your hands in his own, big and warm ones. His blue eyes had a pleading look in them "I should have told you about it earlier, I'm sorry." A small smile spread on his lips as well as on your own.

"I'm still mad.", you informed him "But not as mad as before." Of course your husband could've handle the situation otherwise but everyone made mistakes sometimes although Thor didn't want to hear that. You decided that you had forgiven him, but wouldn't tell him now.

"So, why are you here?", you asked "Obviously something's up." The god of thunder smiled, you knew that he loved it, when you acted smart "I need your help with that mission I was talking about before." You nodded slightly and and started slowly walking with his hand in yours. "Tell me about it.", you demanded, so he told you:

"Hydra is active again, it's a terror-group, which managed to hide from us for quite some time now, but we managed to get a few hints from some... shady people. If we could crack the code they gave us, we could handle them! This coded message can tell us their location! But sadly... we couldn't crack it until now."

"That means you want me to help you with that message?", you understood. Thor nodded "You're the god of knowledge and wisdom!", he took both of your hands in his and stood before you, excited and with pleading eyes "Please! Please, (Y/N), help me!" You smirked slightly and whispered: "Of course."

Thor smiled brightly, cupped your cheeks and kissed you pasionately on the lips. Oh boy, how you had missed that! His warm lips on yours, his body pressed against your own and rising together in that bubble of love for each other. His tongue found its way into your mouth and played eagerly with your own. You slung your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.

You looked deeply into each others eyes after this kiss. "Let's do that code!", you whispered against his now swollen lips, which showed you a big smile now.

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Over all this excitement you had forgotten that you were rather shy towards new people, so you grabbed the hand of your husband while Heimdall was bringing you to earth. Thor's thumb brushed slightly over the back of your hand, calming you a little bit.

Suddenly you stood on the top of the Avengers tower, Thor had already told you about. The outlook you had over New York was stunning and something you had never seen before. "It's beautiful, isn't it?", Thor asked next to you and you were only able to nod. He closed your mouth with putting a finger under your chin, smirking when you blushed slightly.

"Oh, Thor, you're here again!", a man with sunglasses and an expensive looking suit walked over to you. It had to be Tony Stark, who your husband had also talked about. "And you must be his charming, smart husband he always talks about!", he gifted you a smile and put out his hand for you to shake it.

"That's right, Tony Stark.", you shook his hand a bit nervously, but he didn't seem to notice. "I guess Thor already told you about our problem?"

"I wouldn't be here, if he had not.", you answered and Tony laughed, already guiding you inside. You weren't pleased by seeing even more people in the conference-room, where you had just walked in. The looks were on you, the other Avengers seemed interested in your presence and someone was walking towards you.

"Hello, my name is Steve Rogers.", he shook your hand "Thank you for the cooperation.", he acted a bit nervous himself, but you just smiled and introduced yourself too.

"Where's this code I'm here for?", you asked. A red-haired woman in a black suit came to you and gave you a piece of old-looking paper. "We tried to figure it out with countless programs, but nothing worked.", she had a slight russian accent, and looked you up and down.

You took the paper out of her hand and looked briefly at it "No wonder, I don't think any computer or even program was invented in the time this language was spoken, Ms Romanoff."

"Wait a moment, it's a language?", a man, Clint Barton, asked with crossed arms. "How could you figure that out so fast?", another one interfered, who had to be Sam Wilson. "The structure and signs in the text are similar to old-greek although it's way older. It might be an old japanese text, as there are still some people who can translate it. Give me an hour and you'll have a translation."

The group was starring at you with surprised looks, which made you a bit uncomfortable, so you looked over to your husband, searching for help. Thor came right next to you and requested the others to get out that you could concentrate. "Can we keep him?", Bucky mouthed to Thor, who rolled his eyes smilingly, but you felt very flattered as Thor had told you that the 'man with a metal arm' wasn't trusting people fastly.

"They already like you.", Thor commented, when everyone had gotten out of the room. "Looks like so... it's calming that I'm not the only one who is nervous." Your husband laughed a little and caressed your cheek. "I wish you good luck with the code.", you smirked "I don't need luck." Thor smirked back "Have fun." He kissed you softly and left the room too.

You weren't mad anymore. How could you? You loved him.

I found time a bit earlier! :D Hope you enjoy it, @marilynmonroefanfics

#thor x male reader #thor x male!reader #requested #fluff #marvel #the avengers #mcu #gay #loveislove

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worstloki · 1 year

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Lol hi im having what is known in the medical field as a "bit of a moment". Got any brodinsons fic recs?

fluff okay okay

Throg, or The Time Loki Turned Thor Into A Frog by PhantomEngineer : The time when they were children when Loki turned Thor into a frog.

I'd follow you through hel (and fight off demons as well) by ThatOneAnnoyingFox : After a bad meeting with Odin, Thor watches the void. It’s dishonourable, but if he did it with no-one to see, who cares where he’d go?

Ichor in Violet by tirsynni : When Thor learns that Loki can travel to other realms without Heimdall seeing, of course he convinces Loki to take them both to Jotunheim to hunt Frost Giants. There an accident unravels centuries of lies and threatens to unravel Loki, too.

Soft Touch by calicojackofficial : Tony catches Thor and Loki napping together on a public couch.

We Were Eight at the Time... by Writinthestars : He’d never attacked Thor before. Their quarrels were always preluded by some sort of argument so there was warning, and they both knew they wouldn’t hurt each other too terribly.

This is the first time I used a real weapon against him. There’s no returning from that. It’s too late. I could’ve killed Thor - he’ll never forgive me.

Loki’s eyes filled with tears. This wasn’t what he wanted.

Castles in the Air by cosmic_medusa : Loki's first act as King is to collect his banished brother to aid his regency, however brief. Thor discovers that the political landscape is far from what it seemed, and that the lies of Odin have resulted in the threat of both his sons' safety and sanity.

Once I had a brother by Alwida : Loki's plans to drop Odin in a home for the elderly unfortunately get interrupted by Thor. During the ensuing fight, a magical artifact gets broken that wipes out Thor's memory of the past 300 years.

Friend or Foe by Iamnotreal : Loki doesn't get up after being plummeted by Hulk. It changes things.

Take This Kiss Upon The Brow by xWitchAlchemistx : Toddler Loki has discovered a family of frogs living near the palace, and is eager for his big brother Thor to take him to visit them. Instead of keeping any of the frogs, Thor helps Loki to paint a frog instead. Centuries later, several months before Thor's would-be coronation, Loki finds the painting Thor made for him.

never doubt; by unintentionallyangsty : Months into their voyage on the Statesman, Thor is forced to come to the realization that he has not verbally conveyed his love for his brother as often or as recently as he had previously believed.

Just Close Your Eyes by ADreamer67 : Ragnarok has come to pass, the Asgardians have reached a deal with the leaders of Midgard for territory of their own, Loki is allowed to stay (provided he doesn’t leave said territory), and Thor is settled on the throne. So all in all, things are going well, if you ignore the recent massacre and planetary annihilation.

Well, except for the fact that Loki is working himself into the ground. And Thor is having none of it.

Cue a not entirely legal brotherly field trip where Thor will make Loki relax, or die trying. Responsibilities? Pssh, who cares about those? (Hint - Loki. Very much so)

i could use a bad disguise; by unintentionallyangsty : In the wake of the events of Ragnarok, Loki is plagued by nightmares, unable to determine a place for himself within the development of New Asgard and Thor's settling into the role of king.

Meanwhile, Thor wants nothing more than for his brother to stay, but is unsure of how to extend this sentiment.

Cold Nostalgia by ADreamer67 : It's the last Winter Solstice before Thor is crowned. Thor wants to do something special. Inasmuch as a hunt in the middle of winter is special.

Loki just doesn't want to freeze to death.

#i am not the best for recs i have hardly 200 bookmarks and they're not sorted for fluff D:#but here's some anyway #fic recs

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Hey !! i love ur writing style <3 i wanted to ask you if you could write a loki x reader where the reader and loki have been best friends for a long time now and after he faked his death in tdw he knocks on their door and the reader and loki have an argument and then they kiss?? maybe like the scene in crimson peak “you lied to me” “i did” “you told me you loved me” “i do” smth similar? :)

The Greatest Deception | loki angst fluff fic

Summary: After Loki reveals himself to be alive, Y/N has some choice words to say. Loki has a question.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! Also, I want to say that I fully support and acknowledge that Loki is genderfluid. Seeing as this fic was requested with Loki having he/him pronouns, I will use those pronouns. (Also, I didn’t know which pronouns you wanted me to write since you mentioned they for the reader but typically I use she/her, so lemme know if you want that edited)

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“Lady Y/N?”

The voice was muffled through the door and the one in question rolled from her side and onto her stomach as she laid in her bed. A low groan emitted from the creature whose limbs were tangled in the blanket and sheets.

. . .

“Lady Y/N?”

A short knock-knock accompanied the repeating words, and Y/N had a feeling of that the lovely woman who she’d love to talk to at any other time wouldn’t stop until she replied.

She pulled herself into a sitting position, smoothed over her unruly hair, and finally pulled the covers up so her pajamas wouldn’t be seen and called out, “Come in!”

The woman opened the door and sent her a sheepish smile. “The All-Father has requested your present, ma’am,” she informed her.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Do you know the reason as to why?” She quizzed.

The woman spared a quick, darting glance at Y/N’s window. “Well, the All-Father has requested all of the palace’s royals and higher-ups to gather in the courtyard. He is gathering local citizens for a, ah, play, and more would like, in this words, his ‘most esteemed confidants to enjoy,’,” she answered, subtly bouncing her weight from one foot to the other.

Y/N thought for a moment. This was the first time she was hearing that the King was holding a play — not to mention, the fact that the last play (if you could even call it that, because by Heimdall’s recounting it was horrific) was held before any of the children of Odin were born.

Just thinking about that caused a twinge to hit her stomach and for it to twist up. Loki. Odin’s youngest child and the one that had most recently left her, as he sacrificed herself to save his vaillant brother, Prince Thor. It had been weeks, maybe even a month, since Y/N had heard the news and had been resorted to a lonely, saddened version of herself. Loki was her best friend, the person she trusted more than anything and—no, no, who was she kidding? He’s more than that, and he deserves to be remembered as more than that by her.

He’s also the one that she loves, and has loved for at least the past year when she realized it.

Nonetheless, she had taken many steps to get through the grief of Loki’s dead — as had his father — and she wasn’t going to let all her hard work crumble down on one, singular thought.

“Very well, then. Please inform the All-Father that I will be there shortly, thank you,” she said.

The woman nodded and bowed her head before exiting.

Once the door had been fully shut and she could hear footsteps no more, Y/N crossed over to her window and drew back the curtains, not having missed the look at said window.

The sunlight poured into her room but the stage was indeed sent. Rows of fine chairs sat with rows of fine people in them. In front, Odin stood with a red curtain drawn closed behind him. His arms were gesturing wildly and he had a big grin on his face as he gave his speech.

Despite the curiosity that itched into Y/N’s face, she pushed it aside. She had never seen the King conduct himself in such ways, but alas, everyone grieved differently. So, she closed the curtains and got dressed for the day ahead.

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The moment Y/N stepped outside, she could’ve sworn that there was already long beads of sweat trailing down her skin. She let out a huff but journeyed on towards the courtyard, as this formal royal wear was necessary and she had no intention of pissing off Sir Snotty-Dickhead — as she called him (he had some fancy and long name she couldn’t remember, in her defense) — who was Odin’s right hand man.

By the time she got there, Odin was still rambling on with his speech, but his sudden notice of Y/N saved the guests from boredom.

“Aha, the guest of honor! Lady Y/N, herself,” Odin announced, bringing his hands together in a clap and gesturing for her to come toward him.

She betrayed herself and her cheeks involuntarily reddened as all eyes laid on her. She approached Odin and curtsied out of respect, but her mind was full of wonderings of why she, of all, would be singled out.

“I’m sure you all know who Lady Y/N is, yes?” He began, briefly pausing before continuing. “If you sadly do not, let me tell you. Lady Y/N had been a friend of the royal family, specifically my child, Loki’s—” the name caused her to suck in a sharp breath, “—and she was granted the title of Lady to uphold the image of the palace and to complete very important Asgardian duties.”

Once he stopped talking and the crowd clapped politely, Y/N took the opportunity she was presented before it’s door could close and quickly went and sat in her seat, the only seat not occupied yet, in the front row.

Odin then began speaking against whilst he walked to the side, “Speaking of my dear child Loki, this play that has been put together is one designed to honor him and his heroic sacrifice. Without further ado . . . ” He let his words trail off, and the red curtain pulled open.

Y/N’s face contorted into surprise at the words, not expecting this to take place. Again, she reminded herself, everyone grieved differently, so she decided to give it a chance. However, as the play went on, she was quick to realize that honoring Loki wasn’t the intention here. The horrid acting could be excused but Odin himself allowing this mockery of how Loki died? Of how he sacrificed himself? Well, with every second that passed, her face heated more and more — and not due to the sweat — and she grit her teeth, just barely refraining from yelling.

The worst part for her came though when the actor who played Loki did a dramatic reenactment of his sacrificed and the actor who played Thor did the worst fake crying ever. Y/N turned to the others, expecting them to be just as enraged as she was, but was floored to find that no—they were laughing. And not just that, but Odin was having himself a chuckle as well!

Her fingers tightly gripped the edges of her chair and she forced herself to look straight ahead, just about able to hold in her tears until the play was over and the actors bowed.

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Afterwards, while everyone was standing and giving Odin rounds and rounds of praises, Y/N stayed rooted in her seat. She couldn’t just let this go by as if it were nothing, but she was struggling to compose herself to confront him.

After a couple minutes of going back-and-forth, she decided, screw composure. She didn’t have to be composed. She was allowed to be angry.

So, she stood up and marched straight for him.

“All-Father,” Y/N said through grit teeth, forcing herself to curtesy, “I request your company in private, if I may.”

It took Odin a moment to tear himself away from accepting his latest comment, but the way he quickly glanced over at Y/N, she knew that he had not noticed — or perhaps he did not care — the state she was in.

“My apologies, Lady Y/N, but should I depart now, I fear I shall upset my comrades!” Odin said, ending his comment in a boastful joy, which resulted in laughter and cheers.

He didn’t wait for her response before engaging in another conversation, and Y/N’s lips remained tightly shut until she decided to just go forth and let her stuffed-up emotions out.

“Fine. I will say it in front of everyone, then!” She said, firmly and loudly, gaining everyone’s attention. “That was a pathetic excuse to remember Loki . . . It was an insult! You mocked him, your own child! How could you even— I . . . I just don’t understand . . . He sacrificed himself for your son and for Asgard and this is how you repay him? God. I expected much, much more from you for him because I . . . Let’s just say that we both love Loki, in our own ways, and I-I . . . I am very disappointed.”

Wanting to flee from the tears that were now streaming down her face and from the silence that was pounding, she turned around and she walked away, the realization that she had just confessed her love in front of everyone hitting her.

“Lady Y/N!”

Odin’s words stopped her in her tracks, but she did not turn around. Just stood. Waited.

“He told Thor, before he passed, that he, uh . . . He loved you, too.”

Y/N stared straight ahead, her hand jutting out to grab the pillar next to her to steady herself.

Loki loved her?

She didn’t stop the tears from coming this time. She let them, and the sobs, overwhelm her.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

“Lady Y/N?”

The voice and the knock were much more stiff than they were this morning.

“Come in.”

Her response was devoid of emotion, much more curt than it was this morning.

The same woman turned the door’s knob and opened it, sending Y/N, who was curled up on her bed, head nestled into her knees, a wary look. “The All-Father has requested your presence at his quarters,” she said.

Y/N let out a small huff, in no mood to talk to the King after what had happened. She forced her head up and gazed boredom at the woman. “Is it an emergency?” She deadpanned.

The woman looked around the room and by her lack of response, Y/N knew that either she didn’t know or didn’t want to say.

She sighed. “I will be there shortly,” she said.

The woman nodded and wordlessly left.

After she did, Y/N stood up and went in front of her mirror, taking in her appearance. Her once brushed hair was now frizzy and in knots and her eyes were puffy and red. Angrily, she practically tore the hairbrush through her hair and dabbed at her eyes with makeup until the red could be seen no more. She had no intention of letting him see her this way.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Screw formalities, Y/N thought, as she walked straight into Odin’s quarters which composed of a small living room, a bedroom down the hall, an office, and a bathroom. She didn’t bother to curtsy or announce her presence.

When he finally and gradually turned around from whatever he was doing, a slight look of shock crossed his features, before he replaced it with a warm smile. “Y/N!” He said, but quickly corrected himself, “Lady Y/N.”

Y/N frowned and crossed her arms. “I hope that you have called me here to apologize,” she said, an icy edge to her voice.

Odin nonetheless looked at her kindly. “In a way, yes,” he vaguely said, before a magical transformation underwent before her.

His wrinkles disappeared, his beard disappeared, his grey hair turned jet black, and his clothes transformed into his usual wear.

No longer was the All-Father standing in front of her, but her best friend. The one she loved.

Taken by utter shock, Y/N instinctively stumbled back, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening. “What the hell is this?” She gasped out, not wanting to believe it at first. It was a cruel trick — it must be! There was no way.

“It’s me,” the mischievous deity said, a rare softness to his voice and in his eyes. He took a step forward, but then stopped himself. “I never died, I only impersonated my father.”

Y/N stared at him, angry tears coming to her eyes once more. “How?” She forced out, thinking that maybe she was dreaming. “Why?”

Loki looked around, slightly dumbfounded, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to question him. “I wanted the throne,” he answered, as if it were obvious and a perfectly acceptable reason.

Y/N stared at him as if he had grown two heads. To her, he might as well have.

“Oh, really? So you take over your father, trick everyone - me, your brother - into believing that you’re dead, you banish Sif . . . All because you wanted the goddamn throne?” She cried.

The cluelessness left his eyes and replaced itself with guilt, regret pooling inside him. He looked down, shoulders falling with a sigh.

“I’ve felt guilty tricking you ever since it had all went down. I wanted to tell you but, honestly, a part of me didn’t think you’d be that upset over my death. But you were really, so upset and I . . . I was lost. I didn’t know what to do. All I wanted to do was hug you and tell you that it was fine, that I was here, but I thought I’d screw up your emotions and hurt you even more,” he admitted.

Y/N just looked at him, her frown growing deeper. “That’s an awful excuse,” she hissed out, words laced with venom.

Loki immediately snapped his head up to look at her and his gaze held desperateness. “It’s not an excuse,” he said quickly. “It shouldn’t be. I’m . . . I’m so sorry. The last thing I ever wanted to was to trick you, and . . . I did. But today was the final straw. I couldn’t continue like that.”

Y/N took a step forward, having an inner battle in herself on whether or not to forgive him. “You lied to me,” she reiterated bluntly.

Loki nodded guiltily. “I did,” he agreed in a small voice.

She took a pause, taking in a deep breath. “You told me you loved me,” she added.

There was a brief moment of silence before Loki said, in the same small way but a little more firm now, “I do.”

Y/N kept walking, not even fully sure or convinced of what she was doing, but knowing that she needed to do it, until she was standing just inches away from him. They looked at each other for a couple moments, neither saying anything, until Y/N wrapped her arms around Loki. He returned the embrace.

“Never do that to me again!” She yelled through the tears that were now coming. God, was she tired of crying. Especially today.

Loki hugged her tighter, his own tears falling. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, and repeated that over, and over, and over again. “I’m an idiot.”

Y/N leaned back and cupped his face with her hands. The love she had for him overwhelmed her pain, and more than anything she needed him now. Besides, she could see his guilt. She could see the truth shining in his eyes. He wouldn’t do anything like this again, because he loved her. And she loved him.

“At least you’re self-aware,” she whispered through a sniff, taking a page out of his book with her joking remark. Before he could quip back (and she was sure he’d have an excellent one), she leaned forward and captured his lips in his a kiss. Loki smiled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist.

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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I hate how Endgame treats Thor. Him gaining weight, that's not the problem. That can happen to people who've gone through extreme bouts of depression. It's the content fat jokes and unsympathetic framing to make him look pathetic. Oh, but look he's still worthy so that makes it okay.

No one outside Rocket and Bruce have a significant conversation with Thor. They barely talk to him outside making jokes. Like, that's their friend and teammates. Would it have killed them to have some empathy.

Ugh I hate it too.

I think it's out of character for pretty much everyone involved. I don't think Valkyrie would ignore the hell out of him when he was drinking his life away because she knows exactly what that is and she had spent enough time with him and Loki to know how important his brother was to him (and Heimdall!).

It makes no sense for Rhodey who has always been a compassionate and understanding character who had to put up with so much crap from Stark. He would have never made those jokes to Thor when knows just how bad he's had it.

It makes no sense for Steve to look at him with contempt and not take one goddamn second to just check on him. And yes, I get that Steve had lost way too much as well but precisely because of that! This kid is compassion on legs. He took the time to speak to Natasha and try to help her, are you seriously telling me he would be rolling his eyes at Thor? Absolutely fucking not.

The only one I think acted in-character was Rocket. We saw in GoTG that pep talks and compassion are really not his thing (while he's right in what he says to Drax, the way he says it is way too cruel), and he lost every single member in his team so it makes sense for him to be mad. But if the directors were going to show that scene and the jokes and his teammates not giving a damn about him, they should have given us something else because Thor did NOT deserve any of that.

You know what breaks my heart? That what has Thor really learnt throughout that whole thing? That he's alone. Utterly, completely alone. That in the past he's tried to be there for everyone and while yes, his behaviour with Loki could have been better, but Thor put up with a lot as well and he was always there... but the moment he falters who is there for him? No wonder he leaves with the Guardians.

That's one of the things I hate about EG. In Avengers the team was still getting to know each other, in AoU there was a sense of found family among them, they got closer, they felt more like friends than coworkers. But come EG all that is gone and they only feel like a bunch of people who would rather be anywhere else than together, who are only preoccupied with fixing the snap then leaving each other to live their lives. All that just to give us one of the worst cases of amatonormativity known in fiction.

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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years

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Scandal Ch. 4 - Loki x Reader

Summary: Nothing can stop the wrath of the God of Mischief, when he realizes he had been deceived by the people he trusted more than his beloved wife.

Warnings: Angst, Violence

Words: ~1700

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A/N: This is a rather boring chapter, but we’re far from done!

“She already left several moons ago. It was her own wish, we did not force her.”

“Where to?”

“Midgard.”

Loki was long back on Asgardian territory, yet his mind couldn’t find peace. Well, how could he, now knowing what Laufey told him?

His world had already crumbled to dust when he left you behind - but if Laufey spoke the truth, his whole existence had been built on lies from the very start.

Not knowing where to search for answers, the prince sneaked into Odin’s forbidden chambers, walking in the shadows protecting him in the midst of night.

There it was: The Cascet of Ancient Winters - the very relic that doomed the fate of your newborn, revealing it’s shameful blood to all of Asgard.

It just urged him to try and see for himself, even if the truth would shatter his heart.

“STOP!”

Loki wouldn’t even flinch at the Allfather’s words, already tightly holding the cascet in both hands.

“Am I cursed?”

The God of Mischief wouldn’t even dare to turn around and look at the person he always ever thought to be his father - for as soon as he laid fingers on the cascet, he began turning into that same shade of blue your son did.

Panic began to rise in the young god, fearing to be killed by the people he loved so dearly shall they lay eyes upon what he truly was. His chest began to tighten, fastened breath turning into a cold mist.

“No” was Odin’s firm but unsatisfying answer, to which Loki only responded by putting down the cascet.

“What am I?”

“You’re my son.” His words came from the heart, not even faltering as Loki turned around to present his Jotun form to the Allfather.

“What more than that?!” he almost growled in between gritted teeth, appearance slowly returning to his usual self.

At that deepest, darkest day in his life yet, Loki would be too blinded by betrayal and rage to see his father’s true love towards his adoptive son.

“The cascet wasn’t the only thing you took back from Jotunheim that day, was it?” The prince took firm steps towards the man that he had known all his life, but had become a complete stranger towards him through that sole moment.

Again, only a “no.”

Loki’s mind was racing, thinking about what else may have been hidden from himself - and what kind of consequences that revelation had for everything he had done up until now.

“In the aftermath of the battle, I went to the temple -- and I found a baby” the Allfather continued, “Small, for a giant’s offspring. Abandoned, suffering, left to die...”

“...Laufeyson” Loki completed Odin’s sentence. So every word the King of the Jotunns had said was indeed a fact.

“W-W-why?!” he almost whined, voice weak and defeated. “You were knee deep in Jotun blood, why would you take me?”

“You were an innocent child-”

“No.” The God of Lies himself had become so sick of being fed those, starting to snap. “You took me for a purpose. What was it???”

For what felt like an eternity, there was only silence.

The image of that small, blue child in his arms had been painfully burned into his heart back then. But now that he knew the story behind all of this, it held a completely different meaning.

Just like he had been abandoned back on that frozen rock, he had abandoned his own child, as well as the love of his life.

Outcast, abused, left to die...and now, god knows what had happened to you...

That secret had destroyed more than just his own life. It had ruined the only honest happiness he was ever given - you, and his son.

“TELL ME!”

He just needed to know: The reason behind all the pain and suffering he had to endure - and caused to others as well.

“I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about permanent peace...through you.”

That was just too much for Loki to bear. “What?” he reacted with a barely-there voice, every word of his father shooting daggers through his heart.

“But those plans no longer matter.” No matter what Odin might want to explain, Loki wasn’t able to listen to any more, jumping into his own conclusions.

“So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up inside of here until you might have use for me?!” he croaked, afraid of the answer.

“Do not twist my words.”

“You could told me what I was from the beginning!” he now yelled, furious at how virtuous Odin would still defend his own action. “Why didn’t you?”

“You’re my son” he repeated once again. “I only wanted to protect you from the truth.”

“Why, ‘cause I-I-I-I’m the monster people tell their children about at night?!” Loki clenched his fists, fingernails drawing blood to his palm.

“At least when my son was born, you should’ve dropped the charade!” Pure agony was dripping from every syllable, and for a mere second, his eyes were glistering bright red once again. “You’ve forsaken two innocent lives - the most important beings in my pathetic existence - and now you’ve burdened me with their suffering as well!”

That sure was a miracle - how a person so broken from the beginning wouldn’t collapse under pressure that huge.

“It all makes sense now, why you favoured Thor, all those years! Because no matter how much you claim to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!”

But who cares about the throne, honestly? Not him. Not anymore. Ever since he knew you.

It all dawned to him now: What he could have, if only he had put his trust in you like so many times before.

All his life, he only ever remembers a shadow. At first, he thought it to be the shadow of his brother, or never being enough for his own father. Maybe the other Asgardians looking down on him, making him feel like he doesn’t belong.

Yet in the end, that very shadow was inside of his own mind.

But you?

You had loved Loki with all of your heart, banishing the darkness from his mind through your bright affection.

It didn’t matter to you what anyone thought of him - or even what he thought himself to be.

Because you saw him for what he really was, and he found peace with that.

And he was certain that it wouldn’t matter to you whether he called himself Odinson or Laufeyson - as had you loved his child dearly, ever since he took his first breath.

He could never make up for that greatest of his sins, Loki knew that much.

Or...?

“Where are you going, my son?”

Reluctantly, Loki made his way past the man he now only considered a stranger. Still, when Odin tried to reach out to him, Loki immediately ducked away, startled and afraid for his true nature to hurt anyone.

More than ever before, the God of Mischief despised himself to the core of his being. He was lost, confused, shocked - and still, determined.

“Creating a Kingdom for my family.”

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[Earth, 2 months later]

On times like these, you thought your mind was betraying you.

Especially when you catched yourself reminiscing sweet, innocent moments - far back in the past, before everything you ever held dearly got destroyed.

You still felt his touch, feather-light on your skin, as well as his scent haunting your memories. And sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder how life would have been, well...if things were different.

Frantically shaking your head, you clasped the book closed and threw it into a corner of the small one-room-flat SHIELD had provided for you.

Your magical pockets were always almost empty, except for a few necessities - and that book. It held the first flower Loki ever gifted you, and you had dried it in between those pages so it would never lose it’s beauty.

But now, remembering meant pain - because Loki Laufeyson would never come back.

For he is dead.

Fell of the Bifrost, as confirmed by Heimdall, who secretly kept in touch with you all this time. So you knew it all: Of his grief and treason, which slowly led him into madness.

And what did you do in the meantime?! Nothing at all!

You should’ve tried everything, anything to get back and help him go through that time of need, hel!

“Endure it, Y/N...you need to stay strong...for Liam.” After so many times of telling those words to yourself, you doubted them to have any effect on your broken heart at all.

Yet it would never fail to keep you going. For that wonderful child was proof of your love, and now your last memory of him.

Rocking the small Jotun to sleep, tears found their way to your eyes like so many times before, dropping to the baby’s face unnoticed.

So you tried to sing your pain away as you cooed that little wonder to sleep.

“Å eg lengtar så tidt dette landet å sjå, Og det dreg meg så blidt, når eg langt er ifrå. Med den våknande vår vert min saknad so sår, så mest gråta, mest gråta eg kan. Å eg minnest, å eg minnest, å eg minnest så vel dette land. Å eg minnest, å eg minnest, å eg minnest så vel dette land.”

*Translation:

“Oh I long so long to see this land, And it pulls me so gently, when I'm far away. With the waking spring host my missing so sore, so most cry, most cry eg can. Oh I remember, oh I remember, oh I remember this country as well. Oh I remember, oh I remember, oh I remember this country as well.”

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 3 years

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Fimbulvetr

Summary: You visit Loki in his prison cell because absolutely nothing can keep you from seeking out your best friend’s company when you need it the most.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,2k

Content Warnings: All Aboard The Angst Train, Mentions Of Substance Abuse, Mentions Of Depression, Mentions Of Past Self-Harming Behaviour, Mentions Of Blood, 18+!

A/N: Honestly, I don’t really know what this is. After weeks of not writing, but somehow forcing myself to this is the first thing that came from deep within again.

And for the title: In Norse mythology Fimbulvetr is one of the four signs that Ragnarök is about to come. It’s also called Fimbulwinter, meaning “The Great Winter”.

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The Asgardian dungeons were a place that was hardly ever spoken about. People knew that it was there, containing one prison cell next to the other, but why talk about negative matters like imprisonment, right, wrong or godforbid the individuals that were rotting away down there when you could just dull your senses with the finest Asgardian wine, right?

As the sarcastic smile slowly faded from your face you tossed the now empty glass out of your hand just to watch it shatter into a hundred shimmering shards all across the stone floor. The sun was setting and illuminated each and every splinter into a glittery carpet that could just as well have been made out of fallen stars. Vivid colours danced across the warm tiles of the balcony on which you had sought a place to simply hide away and get drunk once more.

To your growing displeasure you had to face the fact that even the strongest mead lost its effect on you over the weeks you had oh so willingly indulged in it. At first you had wanted to downright drown yourself and all your senses in the golden liquid, but as soon as you reached a pleasant stage of serenity you wanted to keep yourself right there. Just the right amount of forgetfulness to get you through the day without causing too much attention. Just enough to render you numb to the pain that was raging within, to the hurt that spread so broad it swallowed every ray of sunlight and to the agony that you found yourself in absolutely no place to do anything against these feelings. Your very own silver lining had been taken from you.

Sure, not only the people of Asgard had every reason to do so, but right now you were far too egoistic and the burning sensation of all-consuming rage had turned you oblivious to rational reasoning to settle with that. One of the many things Loki and you had in common. Strong emotions no one else seemed to understand quite the way you wanted them - needed - them to.

That was until the day you met each other far back in time as the both of you were carefree children that spent their days chasing birds, building little wooden boats or occasionally being an utter pain in the ass for Heimdal, bombarding him with questions about everything and anything to quench the constant thirst your curiosity left you with.

So many years back in time you crashed into one another as you were hiding from the very same someone: Thor. You never got a hang on why he was so popular amongst your peers and for reasons you just couldn’t grasp he, this already tall and bright blond boy, took a liking in you, trying to befriend you over and over no matter how clearly you communicated that you carried not the smallest spark of interest in spending time with him.

You had hid in your favourite place, a small cave concealed amongst tall trees and shrubbery. As far as you were concerned it was your secret hideout shelter, your safe place and it would’ve stayed that way if it wasn’t for a gawky, black-haired boy who stumbled into it just minutes after you had made yourself comfortable.

“Excuse me?!” It had spilled from your lips faster than intended.

The boy turned towards you, his shimmering blue eyes wide open, almost as if caught right in the act.

“Yeah, excuse you!” He spat back, his thick and untamed brows arching into a frown.

With a furious “Shhh!” you shushed him, almost tempted to throw your book after the intruder.

“What are you doing in here?” He hissed, his voice lowered to an agitated whisper.

“I could ask you just the same. This is my hideout!”, you mumbled in return, narrowing your eyes at the boy “I’m hiding from Thor. He’s annoying.”

To your surprise a wide grin formed on his face.

Back then you hadn’t even had the tiniest inkling that you’d find yourself missing this shit-eating grin and now the memory of it knocked the air out of your lungs, rendering every part of you hollow.

“What’s so funny about that, huh?”

“Just glad to see that I’m not the only one running from my brother. He can be quite a handful.”

“Your...brother? You’re Loki!” You brabbled his name as if you’d only heard it in distant tales of Thor’s brother, but upon closer inspection you remembered that you had seen him on some occasions, but never really took notice.

“The one and only.” He returned, his grin growing even more.

With your mouth dry and your body aching you rose yourself from the stone tiles and looked at the sea of glass shards in front of you. You could just walk right through it, letting them drill into your bare feet and for a moment you entertained that thought. Maybe the pain would make everything else fade for a little while, maybe the emotional dread would finally ooze out of dozens of small, but for sure agonizingly painful cuts. You felt tempted to do it all over again since this very urge wasn’t exactly something new to you, but as your eyes were transfixed by the last bits of sunlight that got reflected you remembered yourself of the inevitable aftermath, the pressing guilt, the unhinged self-hatred and above all the shame that you couldn’t keep it together once more. No, none of that would help anyone, not you, not the situation and not your terribly bottled up whirlwind of emotions.

In a rough motion you ripped your gaze from the broken glass and sighed. Whenever you didn’t know how to carry on you turned to your best friend and although you knew that it would probably hurt as bad as nothing ever before had, you gave in to the urge to go down there and visit him.

A jolt of embarrassment crushed through you as the realisation dawned on you that you had been too busy drowning yourself in alcohol and self-pity than visiting the only one close to you, the only one you called friend. White hot tears were prickling in your eyes already, but you pushed them back with the little strength you had left, stumbled around the pool of shards and forced your unwilling body to move.

After the guards made sure that you carried no weaponry and let you pass, your shaking legs almost failed to guide you down the steps into the dungeons. The stairs seemed nearly endless and every next step felt heavier than the one before. By the time you arrived at the end, your stomach was twisting in every direction possible whilst your skin appeared to be entirely stripped from its warmth. Not even your thick woolen cloak was able to stop you from shivering. Nonetheless, you carried on, determined to confront what was eating at you for so long now.

In small steps you approached the cell and stopped right in front of its outlines. The unease within you grew as you looked at the man in front of you. If it was really him, he would’ve noticed you long ago, but right now he didn’t even bat an eye.

To both sides the cell blocks were aligned one after the other in a seemingly never ending row. Creatures of all shapes and sizes pacing through the small spaces, barely even taking notice of your presence. Occasionally you’d carefully throw a glance left and right to see if he was somewhere in there, but you had to trot down the path for at least a handful of minutes until every muscle within tensed and you freezed in your movement. There he sat. Your best friend. Loki.

Like nothing ever happened he lounged behind the almost invisible barrier and scrolled through a book. He appeared unbothered and indifferent up to a degreed that wasn’t comprehensible to you.

In a stoic motion Loki kept on turning pages and you almost felt too afraid to utter the smallest of sounds.

“L-Loki?” His name left your lips as but a murmur.

Nothing happened. Not a single twitch or motion in his face indicated that he heard you.

Everything within felt ready to turn on your heel and leave this place again, but something felt odd enough for you to try again.

“Loki!” You repeated with a voice more stern and demanding.

At first no change was to be seen, but then you noticed a tremble in his hand as he was about to flick another page. His composure halted for a mere second until it continued in its superficially flawless movements.

At that a heavy sight fell from your lips. The realization dawned on you that Loki was putting up an act and it hurt that he felt the need to keep it upright even in front of you.

The stinging pain struck you so hard that it turned into a small fit of rage which led you to raise a fist and hammer it into the almost translucent wall of Asgardian magic that separated you from your silver lining. Your clenched hand hit the barrier with such force that small fractals of orange splintered from it and vanished into nothingness.

“Loki!” Now you cried his name in utter desperation, “I’m sorry… I know, I should’ve come earl-”

Your breath faltered as the picture in front of you started to dissolve. The Loki sitting in front of you disappeared and instead an entirely destroyed cell was revealed. Furniture laid broken and torn all across the floor, the walls were smeared with dried blood and your best friend sat at the far end of his prison. His black hair dishevelled, clothes torn and a cynical smile playing around his chapped lips.

Your jaw dropped agape at the sight in front of you. Although you already got the hint that nothing really was as it appeared you certainly didn’t expect this.

“Hello…” Loki uttered, his voice brittle and lacking his signature mischievous spirit.

“Loki….” You repeated once again, your eyes rounding in baffled shock.

“The one and only…” Your best friend croaked, trying to get on his weak feet.

He was visibly troubled with standing straight let alone setting one foot in front of the other, yet he stumbled towards the barrier where you were watching his every movement in growing distress.

The momentum of his own motion dragged him so far that he wasn’t able to stop properly but instead bumped into the wall with his forehead first, almost as if he was drunk. You certainly knew that he wasn’t, but deep down you wished for him to be just that. It would’ve been easier that way than to acknowledge that Loki was torn to pieces, exhausted and stripped from any driving force.

“I...I am sorry….” The words just poured from your lips as the same white hot tears you had tried so hard to suppress eventually found their way to the surface.

They ran from your eyes in burning streams, slithered across your cheeks, that were reddened by weeks of constant alcohol abuse, and eventually dropped from your trembling chin.

Instead you placed your own forehead onto the barrier, right where his was resting still.

“You don’t need to be, dear.”, Loki reciprocated, his own voice laced with an equally close to breaking tremble “All that matters is that you are here right now..”

You wanted to say something, but every word appeared to be stuck in your dry throat. You felt the dire need to give him at least some kind of verbal comfort or encouragement, but nothing but helpless sobbing was willing to emerge from your lungs.

Although you couldn't feel his warmth you knew that Loki was there with you.

“I miss you…” You croaked and it felt as if these three words turned all your insides out.

“I miss you, too.” He answered, his eyes catching yours.

They were bloodshot and dull. Tired.

Seeing him like that broke you like nothing else before and once again you started to punch the barrier with your fist. Over and over, knowing that it wouldn’t do anything but the pain emitting from it may drown the dread you felt seeing your ray of sunlight like that.

“Stop..!”, Loki huffed, already out of breath, “Please.”

You nodded, your vision blurred by tear-soaked lashes.

Letting your first crush against the shimmering wall of orange sparks one last time you bit your trembling lower lip, not breaking from his gaze.

“Listen to me, okay?” Loki croaked.

“This might be a very long and uncomfortable Winter, but we both know what comes after that, right?”

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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All This Hassle, and What For?

Pairing | Loki Laufeyson x reader

Summary | getting taken hostage, along with Loki, is far more amusing than ever intended to be, despite it leaving your captors anything but impressed.

Warnings | kidnapping, mentions of depression, swearing, implied smut, innuendos

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Opening your aching eyes, you found yourself to be in a large room, there were plenty of feet stood at your eye level, and such a sight made you frown. You certainly didn’t remember being knocked out, but who would, the exposure to unconsciousness was most likely sudden.

But nevertheless, you raised your head, glaring up at those whom had captured you. As your eyes scoured the room, your eyes landed promptly on the god of mischief, who had his hands bound and shackled in chains, and by Odin, did he look good.

However, your attraction the man who once reigned terror down upon New York wasn’t the focus now, and so you licked your lips, and kicked the nearest guard in the leg. He stumbled, the noise loud enough to draw the attention of all others, and you were pleased to stifle a laugh. Loki frowned at your behaviour, knowing that this was not the way that you were trained to be an avenger, but it was clear that you were no longer on earth, so human pleasantries did not apply here.

“And by the gods, who in the galactic council’s name do you think you are?” The closest asked, wrapping his large hand through your hair, and tugging your face up to stare up at him, wanting you to be treated as the lesser being he thought you as.

“Actually, he’s the god.” Tilting your head, you diverted it towards Loki, who squinted feebly at your answer. “But I think you already knew that, since you have him rattled in metal. Just a word of advice, rumour has it that he likes to be restrained in such ways; really, you’re doing him a favour, and you may just earn yourself a big tip.”

You sent a wink up at the commander, watching with inward joy as he grimaced at your development within your speech. “Quite a nice sight, to see him so vulnerable and at someone’s mercy, so thank you general.”

Sending him a smile, he huffed, whilst Loki tried his darnedest to contain an amused grin. It wouldn’t be the first occasion that you had made suggestions regarding the new troop of the avengers; even when he was around causing mischief, (which he still tended to do), there were always words said that gained the god’s intrigue.

Tony at the time, and to this day, despite him being a part of the heroic team, which Thor was ‘inclined’ to drag him into, thought nothing more than disgust at your meaningful jokes. In his words, ‘you two may as well screw so we don’t have to listen to anymore of this dirty banter, you in regards to reindeer games’.

How you wished right now, preached silently even, that Tony could bare to listen again, so that he could send in the team whom could deal with these aliens that were keeping your imprisoned. But all communications were cut, and that just left you and Loki.

By no means did you doubt if Loki got the chance to escape, he would leave you. It was in his nature to do so, but if you could pose a lack of threat, they may loosen up on their efficiency in guarding you. After all, Loki was the one they wanted, not you. And then, both of you could get away from this galactic nonsense.

“Humans.” The general huffed, causing you to grimace as the stench of his breath wafted through the air, and hit your nose. “You all think that you are so special, but when it comes down to it, those who are not from your planet do not care. Loki here, this god, does not care about you little one. And he never will.”

“That’s okay with me, because I don’t care about him either. It’d called self preservation.” You informed your captor, noticing Loki staring across at you with an icy gaze. Who were you kidding? Of course you cared about the god, but right now, you would do anything to get out of this predicament.

“Aw would you look at that.” The feet moved back towards the main reward of their capture, staring down at the green eyed trickster with mocking eyes. “This woman has attitude just like yours, if either of you cared, I’d call it a match made in Asgard.” A laugh bellowed from the wide chest of the being, finding his own comedy quite humorous.

“Excuse me, I’m way out of his league!” You pretended to be offended, bringing your hands that were free of restraint to your chest. They thought not to tie you down as they did to him, after all, you were nothing but a midguardian. That was their mistake. “What’d you want with old horse shagger over there anyways? Don’t be alarmed, but he actually does some kind of good now, even if it be out of his own self interest.”

A heavy sigh fell on deaf ears, as the protector of space glanced unsurely between the pair of you. “He has the tesseract, and I wish to take it from his slippery hands, he cannot be trusted with such a powerful source of energy.” His words bellowed a laugh of absolute surprise from your mouth, earning a frown from those keeping you hear, and a cock of the head from the god of mischief.

It was clear that not only was he confused by your supple, yet somewhat pleasant burst of amusement, but he was also in the dark about what in the Hela this predominant being was speaking of. Yes, he had had the tesseract at one point , however, no longer was it in his untrustworthy grasp.

Thanos had taken ownership over it, after killing many of the people that he had saved from the events of Ragnarok. It was not just some energy source, it had been an infinity stone all along, tricking the eyes of elders and the young to believe that it was nothing more than a harbouring of power. But it had indeed been the space stone, and it was taken from him, in exchange for saving Thor’s life.

The Guardians of the Galaxy had found the pair of them upon the aftermath of the wreckage, taking them in, amongst plans of taking Thanos down. It had been a failure, up until the avengers went back in time, going to their past that would not affect their future, so that they could reverse the affects the Titan had brought upon earth and everywhere else.

During that time, Loki had nurtured his brother, watching as he fell apart with the responsibility of their people, and collapsed into a spiral of depression. You had also been there for Thor, doing your best to take the drink away from the bulky god, but to no avail did you manage to succeed. And so, during those tormenting five years, you and Loki would sit side by side, both basking silently in your failures.

“I thought you guys’d know everything, but I guess that you and your highness are stuck in one time line; all of them. But for us humans and every lesser being, there are multiple, and that Loki that stole the tesseract, yet I say again, is one much different. And we are on the search for him, to stop his disruption and crossing over of the times!” An exonerated, and audible exhale of air left you after your little speech.

Loki smirked, at the premise of you protecting him with the admission of the truth. But he couldn’t help but feel a feeling of warmth flutter within his immortal insides, it was rather a nice feeling he realised. “He is quite difficult to catch, we have been tracking him since the time heist went sideways.”

“That’s because he’s you!” You pointedly exclaimed, unable to pin some of the blame upon the god himself. Sure, in recent times he had changed, and was much different from back when he wanted all mortals to kneel before him (which you’d willingly do if it ever came to that, though you’d never tell him under which circumstances that would be), but at the end of the day, that had been him once!

The tricks and the lies still remained, but he had found a reason to thrive, and a long and enduring career that he was well at tackling. Often, he made out being an avenger, despite the government’s rouse of concern, to be a bore, and that he had far better things to do. But he stayed, with a light in his eyes, and continued following along with the heroic traditions, breaking a few rules here and there.

“Dear, why do you always have to put the blame upon me? I was not the one who decided to put that green dye within your shampoo, but I’ll have to admit, did you look so enrapturing.” He was running a ploy, dragging out the time that you spent bantering in hopes of something happening.

Unlike Heimdall, he did not have foresight, but it was a requirement whilst the pair of you were on your expediting mission, that you check in with the base, via the comms that had cracked under brutal feet. And so, he spoke, with the promise that you’d return the conversation and leave all others in the room confused with your meaningless discussion.

“I did, didn’t I?” You asked, to which he hummed in reply, lightly nodding his head, as his feline eyes ran up your body, paying ample attention to how your limbs were free, unlike his own. “But I’d say fine sir, that the blame is down to Clint, and if I’m correct, may we kick his ass as soon as we get back home?”

“Of course we can my beloved-“ you froze at his choice of words, and it appears that he did too, suddenly realising his mistake. Gulping for a second he went to speak again, but the commander felt much inclined to but in, and stop the headache that was bubbling in his large head.

“Shut up; the pair of you!” His scolding made you feel as though you were in school over again, it was impossible not to drop your head down and try to contain your laughter. Loki too found such enjoyment in this predicament, sporting a cheshire grin to emit his emotions.

“I’m sorry, can you say that again? Maybe a just a tad louder?” You pinched your thumb and forefinger together to show how much, and it was clear that you were pissing this primal being off. He began towards you, and you were prepared to fight him, you were never one to back down, which was one feature upon the various reasons that Fury had initially recruited you.

Awaiting the first strike, you stood despite the others around you, your eyes wide open as you bravely stared up at your opponent. But before the fight could begin, a distant crash assumed preference in your ears, causing you to turn your head in the direction it had came from. And then, all of a sudden, a ship crashed through the dock, guns blazing from its side.

“What are you waiting for?” The distinct voice of Rocket asked, and obediently you ran through the terror, finding Loki already upon the ship, but then, he appeared behind you also. “Quill, get ready to go!”

Taking glances, you stared between the two practically identical copies, a light frown on your face. Both were restrained, yet the one that was seated beside Groot, whom was playing a game on some nineties device, was glaring up at the pair of you.

“An avenger, really?” The seated one laughed, mocking his once future self, as you felt the ship steer clear away from the scene. Your Loki quirked his brow, smirking at his self that had avoided the wars that he had chosen to fight upon earth.

“Yes, an avenger.” He responded, causing his other to languidly scoff. An ‘I am groot’ came from the tree, and it was uncertain in your spoken languages of what he had said, but either way, you were more intrigued by the conversation that was happening between the Loki’s. “And I’ll have you know, that she is infinitely more brave than you, you cower-some fool.”

“Oh, so we’re going there?” You asked, causing the pair to snap out of their mutual rivalry, and stare haphazardly at you. “No, don’t mind me, feel free to continue.”

“We’re not going to be unable to unbind your until we reach earth.” Gamora cut in, speaking to the Loki that you knew to be the original.

“That’s fine.” He nodded humbly, before casting his attention back at his alternate reflection. “And this woman, is not only an avenger. She was there for your brother when you were not.”

“Aw.” The other Loki smirked, almost cruelly. “So she’s your beloved?” He remarked rudely, and it seemed to break something within Loki, him wishing not to listen to the other version of himself. He decided he did not like him, and understand how you must have felt upon your initial meeting.

“Yes.” You went to speak, but instead, Loki stood before you, powerlessly pulling your face to his own, and colliding his lips upon yours. On impulse, you ravenously replied with much affection, clasping his jaw and allowing him entrance into your mouth. It earned a disgusted groan out of the Loki that had caused all this hassle.

“I hate to interrupt...” Rocket returned, after putting his gun down and having gone to the front of the ship with Quill, so that he could contact Stark. “But these may get those off.” He held a pair of golden pliers, that were far larger than his body. At the sight , you pulled away from Loki’s face for a moment, raising a brow.

“It’s fine, I think I want to keep them on.” You smirked, earning another sound of disapproval from Loki’s identical rival, pulling him back to your face. Wildly, he hummed into the cavern of your mouth, as the pair of you stumbled around on the spaceship.

“Bedrooms are down the hall to the right.” Nebula informed you, her voice monotone, and in turn, you dragged the god towards said direction, finally releasing all the tension that had been pent up through the years.