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The Boat in the Water: A Beauty and the Beast Story (An MCU and The Essex Serpent Crossover, Loki x Stella Ransome, Multi-Part), Chapter Three

Summary: Having lost her health and her husband's fidelity and love, Stella has nothing more to lose than her life. Then...she is swept away to another realm, to an enchanted castle. A castle whose master is a god...a god with a striking resemblance to her husband.

Warnings: Angst that turns into hurt/comfort. Discussions of cheating (I portray the Will/Cora affair as bad and Stella having some negative feelings about it, so if you don't agree or have a problem with that interpretation, this your warning right now that this probably isn't the fic for you), some blood and portrayals of illness, references to both canons, some silly, goofy lil moments.

Word Count: >7K. (have drinkies and snacks)

One// Two//Three//Four coming soon!

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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She kept crying so much, she did not hear his knock.

‘That’s what I get,’ Loki thought. He took a step away, lowering his hand, curling it into a fist by his side. ‘Mother was always the expert at these- no, I should remember, she’s not my mother at all! Damn her! Damn Will, Damn Stella, and damn me most!’

He took a moment and paced about. His cape flowed behind him like opened wings that would go nowhere. His mind kept racing. He was called Silvertongue, but when it came to consolation, why could he think of nothing to say?

She was still sobbing. It paused for a moment. She was murmuring. He pressed his ear to the door.

“God, I confess, I have just sinned against you in thought, word, and deed. By what I have done and what I have left undone. I am truly sorry and I humbly repent. For the sake of your son, Jesus Christ…”

He remembered that prayer. He overheard when he disguised himself as an ordinary village person, that was the prayer done every Sunday in that church to confess sins. Did she think she should repent for….for feeling sad about her husband’s infidelity? What kind of world made her to be what she is?

Asgard never taught its children to feel remorse over such things. He recalled Lady Sif. If Sif’s husband betrayed her for another, she would get out her sword and decapitate him without a word, without hesitation, and definitely without any regret.

But, Stella wasn’t Sif. And she was suffering. Norns, he had to…had to…think of something! Perhaps a charming little trick! Conjure little fireworks or more flowers for her! Yes, if all else failed, he could try that! Wasn’t that what mortal ladies like? He didn’t have much experience with them.

Before his courage could sink down, he went to the door and knocked louder.

“Can I come in?” he asked, projecting his voice.

“You…you may…” was her quiet reply.

When he opened the door, he saw her kneeling. Clutching the wedding gown from the chest in her arms like a child clutching a blanket Her blonde hair was a little rumpled, a few strands loose from her braid. The paths of tears were obvious down her cheeks, her face was a little red and puffy from crying.

He remained standing at the threshold.

“I…I don’t know how to say this, but…but…but I am sorry…I shouldn’t have said those things aloud. I shouldn’t have judged you. Or him.”

She nodded her head.

“You only like to be proven right-that was why…” she mused.

She was right. For being such a pitiful, pretty little pet unaware of her own torment and with no thoughts other than her husband and family...she was right. Perhaps her head wasn’t as empty as he first thought.

“Little Star, I still shouldn’t have said a word, I…I didn’t consider how much it would hurt-”

“I forgive you, Loki,” she interrupted, looking into his eyes.

I forgive you. Three words he had not often heard in sequence in his life. Much less directed at him.

Gently, he knelt down to meet her.

“This was what you wore when you married him,” he began.

She nodded sniffling.

“It’s…it’s rather pretty,” he admitted.

“Yes. I remember how. My mother gave her last warning about the marriage bed that morning, it was summer and stuck to my skin when I went outside to go to the church, my heart was racing and then he….he told me when I went to the altar that I was beautiful. And that night…the first night we…we performed the act…when it was done… he told me it was the happiest day of his life” she began.

She looked down at the heap of the wedding dress and veil. Then back at him, though it sat in a white heap on her lap. Her fists tightened as she clutched it over her, more like a soft shield than a blanket.

“You speak too ill of him. The first time he met Cora, do you know what he was doing? A farmer had his poor sheep stuck in a pit of mud. Will ran over and helped him. He didn’t stay in his study reading all day, clean and snug- no! He went out and helped pull each animal from the pit, ruining his clothes, and dragging heavy, thrashing sheep from the pit. He and the farmer got them to safety onto the higher field. He was drenched in mud when he came home, but the animals were safe…how could a bad man do that?”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up, and then back down.

“You should have seen how James sits on his lap, how John goes to his office with questions about hell, how he handles Jo and her little rebellions- you should have seen it all! I took Jo to be hypnotized once because I was curious. He fled in, insisted it stopped, and woke her up. The fear in his eyes…I feel so horrible about it now. Why? Because of how much he loved them!”

“Does he love you?” Loki asked.

“Yes, he does!” she repeated.

“But her loves her too…” he stated.

She froze, her face pale again.

“Yes…he does…”

She shook her head.

“He shouldn’t be alone. And the children should have a mother in their lives. You should see how happy he is with her. Loki, I can’t hate her! I like her. She writes me letters, she says how happy she is that she has me as her friend.”

Well, With friends like these, as the old mortal saying goes, Loki thought dryly, but he kept his mouth shut before he made the situation worse. Her eyes went down to the white wedding gown.

“I asked him to dance with her. I asked him to sit with her, see her, visit her, and write to her. So he could have someone…” she said. “It is the duty of a Christian to tear off your shirt for someone else. Of a wife to nurture and support her husband. I’ve done my duty…”

Her face then scrunched and went red and a hand went up over her face.

“And for once, it has made me unhappy!”

She began to cry. Loki did not conjure her flowers as he planned. He slowly reached his hand forward and placed it over hers. It’s what his mother, for Frigga in his heart, was still his mother, did. She barely flinched, but let him. He waited as her sobs heaved out.

“I…I did everything for him. The vicarage was always spotless. There were always visitors. I can’t recall one wrong step, or one failing I had. Men flirted with me after I was wed, and I had to dismiss them. I bore five children from him-”

“Five?” Loki repeated

“They weren’t always easy pregnancies. And the childbirths were painful, long, terrifying. And Two of them…we…” her tears broke down. “...Julianna died in my arms, And he was there for it all. They’re buried next to the church, and I think of them every day. Does he think of them too, I wonder? No…I know where and with whom his thoughts lay now… I made sure all was well in church. That his ministry was supported. I counseled and helped him through it all. I did everything for him…I even let him take a misteress…”

She paused. Her words failed at that moment. Then she spoke again, a small, broken smile on her face. The smile of one who accepted their defeat before the sword before them brought their end.

“I love him, Loki, and I’ve loved him for years. I feel like I loved him since the day I met him- who couldn’t? And I think, I wonder -I never said this aloud but, seeing him with her, and he….he’s no longer mine and….and the baser part of me wonders, whispering…when did I fail him? Then I tell myself it was because I was dying at least then…and that…it was all my fault. I pushed him onto her. Encouraged him. Told him to dance with her…”

She found a small lace pattern on the material of the wedding gown. Her fingers, compared to Loki's, seemed like doll hands. Tiny and delicate. One finger traced the pattern.

“Once I was the most important woman in Will’s life. He told me I was second to God and that the children were third. Cora arrived. And that changed. Now…I am the least important woman in all of England…it used to be that never bothered me…but now…the more I think on it, dwell on it no matter how I try not to…”

She shook her head as her hand curled up into a fist.

“I have no one to blame but myself,” she finished.

Loki bit back the urge to say it wasn’t her fault that she got ill. That her husband wanted to chase another skirt to satiate his lust since now his wife wasn’t an option. He swallowed lightly as if swallowing the thought down. She would reprimand him if he did. Claim it wasn’t obsession. It was love. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps she was right too. Perhaps the truth was that it was both.

“Do not blame yourself. There is no one to blame but him and her. He shouldn’t have done that in the first place, no one was forcing him to. He should have resisted her and stayed with you until the end. That’s what a decent husband and lover would have done,” Loki advised carefully.

There was that sliver of rage inside him. He could have gone to that town and done all sorts of things to Will and Cora. Horrendous, violent things. Right. Now.

But he dared not move, dared not leave Stella alone with her tears and racing thoughts.

The one thing he did conjure was a handkerchief in his free hand. He offered it to her.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

She wiped off her face with the handkerchief and then put it down with the dress.

“It is not my place to let people in love be unhappy, it’s not my place to be jealous, to think badly of them, or if I let these thoughts consume me, Loki… I could do something…something horrible, I could hurt someone I care about…and it frightens me,” she admitted.

She grasped the handkerchief with both hands, squeezing it lightly.

“I…I don’t want to be a bad person,” she confessed.

“You aren’t a bad person,” Loki assured her.

She lifted her face, her blue eyes shining up. A little of her light regained.

“Then what am I?” she asked.

He thought for a moment, and then the answer dawned on him.

“Alive.”

She then settled. How pretty her eyes were, soft as snow. He gave her a weak, but present smile.

“Do not fret about being a bad person. You have more goodness in your little finger than I have in my whole body,” Loki assured her.

She tilted her head a bit.

“It always hurts…to be the second favorite…not chosen, not special, not equal to someone, even someone you care for…” he admitted. The painful thoughts and memories coming back up. Thor’s birthright of a crown. His birthright of a grave. “But…you are still good, after all of that. There’s a strength in being so even gods have failed at it. Even me…”

He saw her lips curl up to a small smile at his phrase.

“Thank you,” was her soft reply.

She paused, her eyes widening.

Then her body heaved and she put the handkerchief to her mouth. A series of coughs wracked her body. And when she lowered the handkerchief, to his horror, there was a pool of blood.

Stella stiffened a little blood on her lips, her breaths shallow.

“Loki…Loki please help!” she pleaded. “Please…the healers! I’m…I’m so scared…I’m going to die, I don’t want to die anymore, please!”

He immediately grabbed her and placed one of her arms around her shoulder and another beneath her legs. She felt her small gasp as he did so. How light she felt, how small. How was it that people described her in town when he overheard? Oh yes, that phrase Mrs. Ambrose used- “Oh, Mrs. Ransome! Doesn’t she look lovely every day? Oh, she is no bigger than a fairy and twice as pretty!” She did feel as light as a fairy in his arms. He got her to the bed and put the covers over her.

He lifted his hand and turned it, and her ballgown was transformed into a nightgown.

“I’m going to fetch them- stay here!”

He created a duplicate of himself to stand by the bed. It offered its hand and Stella accepted, squeezing tightly.

“So you won’t be alone! I will be right back. Here-”

He got a potion conjured in his hand. A little vial with violet-colored liquid. He offered it to her.

“This should help with the coughing, lessen it at least until they get here.”

She accepted it and then pressed it to her lips.

With his gifts of transportation and some swift horses, the healers arrived promptly. They gave her more medicine and their magic. Checked everything about her as they moved their hands over her body and repeated spells. Soon her coughs weren’t as common or present. She was more relaxed.

Loki would usually leave at this point, but he stayed. Stayed right in the room, dismissing his copy. Stayed by and watched anxiously, his brow wrinkling every time they finished an incantation.

Soon enough, they made her a little cup of tea to help calm her and ease the pain in her body. She cuddled up in the blankets, her eyes drooping down sleepily.

One healer, a woman with her brown hair in a bun approached him.

“She is stable. She will be fine, though there will be coughs and bouts of weakness. She just needs more time before we can declare her completely healed,” she reported.

Then they left. Her face looked pale and weary.

“Loki…where is the music? I miss it…from the ballroom…” she asked.

“That was from my magic,” he explained.

“Could you have it play for me, please? Or, do you know a…a song…I need to take my mind off of everything…”

Loki thought for a moment.

“I know a song…it’s rather fast, but there’s the slower bit…”

She stilled. Then he sat by the bed and held her hand and sang:

“I stormsvarte fjell Jeg vandrer alene Over isbreer tar jeg meg frem…”

He paused, a cheeky smile towards Stella. He looked right in her eyes, singing the next line right to her.

“I eplehagen står møyen den vene”

He gave her a wink, kissing her hand. Her eyes widened though from the scattered look, she didn’t understand what that line was actually saying, but her eyes did become a little bigger and her lips parted slightly, though no words came out.

“Og synger, ‘Nar kommer du hjem?’”

She did smile at that.

He made sure to slow the song down as much as he could, despite the temptation to speed it up. He finished the last line, and she nodded her head.

“The beginning was beautiful, thank you…I have one more request, please don’t think me selfish.”

“That depends on the request,” Loki teased, arching an eyebrow.

Her voice was soft and sleepy.

“Could I…have…a patch of ground in the garden? And a few seeds of flowers? They’re far easier than vegetables.”

“Why, yes, yes you may.”

She had a small smile and he felt his stomach turn a little at it.

I think I’m ready to go to sleep now. I’m grateful for you today, you were very kind to me. Goodnight, Loki.” she wished.

“Goodnight, Little Star.”

She kept the smile on her as her eyes drifted shut and she relaxed. They remained closed for a minute. Her small exhale and slowly rising and falling chest assured him that she wasn’t lost forever.

Then he left, closing the door quietly.

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The Least Important Woman in the World found her patch of earth with a wooden sign on the ground and little stakes with azure ribbon around it the next day. There was a bag of flower seeds, a water cat, and a few tools. Then she got to work.

Stella stood in the muck, with an apron, a little straw hat over her braided hair, and gloves. She pulled up the dirt and shoveled.

A forbidden image came up in her mind. There, in the dirt, she imagined it was images of her husband and Cora. Happy and together. Like her years with him never mattered.

She indulged herself.

She picked up the shovel and slammed it in hard. She exhaled through her nose fast, simultaneous guilt and catharsis simmering inside her. The image of their dance was like a painting on the ground. She kept slamming it in like a blade. Releasing bits of her anger as steadily as a tea kettle whistling out steam when the water was too hot. No one was hurt, she didn’t want to hurt anyone. Yet her anguish demanded release. But she grunted as she dug out the dirt and slammed the shovel into different parts of the ground over and over again.

Loki watched with a slice of toasted bread with butter and a warm drink from inside the palace. He observed out the window, the clearest one so no color would distort what was happening. Clean and safe from his window like a prince observing his subject. Not that she noticed.

Part of him was struck as she was stabbing into the ground. There’s always something a little chilling when the sweetest person one knows turns angry. It’s sacred, terrifying. Even though he was a god who could bend shadows to his will, Loki felt his breathing become slightly more shallow.

When the ground was ready, she realized she was crying. She took one dirt-stained sleeve and wiped off her eyes. Then she wiped off her forehead as well, for she was sweating from the excursion already.

The holes were all prepared. She placed the bag of seeds in the pocket of her apron. She placed them in each hole delicately. Not minding that her skirts, hands, and a little of her face were dirty.

Loki couldn’t help but smirk, it was the dirtiest and thorniest he had seen this English Rose. He wondered what he would do if he was in her position. If his husband betrayed him for another, especially as he turned deadly sick, he would have loved to burn the entire village to the ashes.

She didn’t burn things down. She only gardened.

She patted the dirt over each little hole. Then she took out a watering can and put it over.

Wiping her hands from the effort, She would go about, checking on the various flowers. Watering them. She even got little scissors and snipped off surplus leaves. Wanting to do more than just amble about and admire plants.

She did see which flowers were blue and saw little blue pebbles in the ground in the garden- tiny rocks. She picked them up and placed them in her pocket. Then hurried back and put them in the box on her desk.

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The next day, it was Stella was sitting in the room by the window. She was using the desk to write to her family. It was a pleasant room that caught the sunshine and made it appear golden and she could think of no better place to do so. She sat down, absorbed by detailing everything in letters to her children and husband about what was happening, as well as reading their responses that were delivered when the chests returned.

She was so hypnotized by it, that she didn’t notice Loki outside in the garden.

He looked up at her and placed his hands on his hips. He frowned as she smiled at one letter, a blush over her cheeks. She kissed it.

No doubt it was a letter from her philandering husband, Loki fumed silently. His face turned a bit red. Jealousy made a pit in his chest.

He looked at the free space in the outside courtyard- just right at Stella’s field of vision. A blank area of grass with no plants, not even a weed.

Grinning mischievously, he got an idea.

He conjured a mud puddle. Then he conjured a small flock of sheep to go about baaing. Right where she would see.

Her eyes were down on her letters. She had picked up a pen and was writing.

He tried to wave his hands to the sheep. Guiding them to stand in the mud puddle, though they were all at the edges of the puddle where it was shallow. They baaed quietly and looked around. Only their hooves were in the mud, but they were going about happily and very much not stuck. Though he didn’t like getting his fine leathers dirty, he got into the puddle. He smiled and placed his hands on his hips and looked up.

Her eyes were down.

He scrunched his nose and frowned. He let out a deep sigh as he got up and splashed some mud on his clothes and around his face. Then he waved at the sheep to go into the middle where there was more mud.

“Come on, my wooled friends, come on!” he urged.

One sheep finally managed to get into the deep middle.

Smiling again, he walked over to it. He picked it up easily and carried it over a mere one foot away from the mud to chew on un-muddy grass.

Loki checked the window.

She wasn’t looking. And still writing.

He got up another and lifted it up, high over his head. He made sure to be grunty and sweaty, just as she would have liked.

Her eyes were on her work.

Another wandered over.

“I didn’t want to do this, but it looks like I will have to,” Loki muttered internally.

He used magic to transform his clothes so that he was shirtless with fine pants. He knew he was beautiful and wanted her to see it.

And this time, the sheep were getting the memo and going over to the middle. They were not stuck, but going about the deeper mud contentedly. He picked up one, he lifted it high over his head so she could get a good look at his chest.

He checked

Norns, she was still writing!

He set it down on the grass. He then returned to the mud. He got one sheep and began lifting it up and down repeatedly as a weight, making sure to grunt in a way she would find a little titillating until there was a good sweat to make him glisten and her blush.

After a fifth rep, he held the sheep high over his head and put on his most winning smile. He checked the window.

She still didn’t look.

Right as he was on the verge of giving up, he lowered the sheep and it let out a rather loud, supported, unignorable “baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Stella looked up.

Loki made sure everything was in place- the mud on him, his naked top, and he made sure to smile and pose with the sheep high over his head.

She gasped and left her desk in a hurry.

Was she offended? Perhaps so- perhaps the shirtlessness was a little too scandalous for her tastes. What was he doing being so crass? Doing something that Thor himself would do- did he really stoop that low? With a huff, he magicked back his shirt.

In a few minutes, the door to the garden was opening and out came a yellow head.

He felt as if he was set on fire. He hurried and picked up one sheep. He began to lift it up and down as it baaed.

“One hundred and one,” he began to grunt, loud enough for her to hear. “One hundred and two, one hundred and-”

“Come here, little darlings!” Stella cooed at the sheep, cutting him off.

When he turned his head, he realized she had a basket full of corn and peas and a wet towel in her other hand.

“Oh, poor dears! Please don’t eat in the garden! Here you are- you may have a little lunch!” she lured sweetly

The sheep gathered around her. Easily walking out of the mud without difficulty towards her. Taking the vegetables she gathered. She got out the wet towel, wiped off their hooves, and petted them.

“Are they alright?” she asked.

He did notice there was pink in her cheeks, hopefully at him. He made sure to have another of his famous smirks.

“Yes- they…they, uh, are,” he answered.

“The dirt on their wool will need soap and hot water, but that’s normal for them to get dirty when they go about,” she asked.

Loki looked down at the towel.

“I have the magic to clean them myself in a snap of my fingers if it pleases you.”

“Loki, could I clean a bit in the palace?” she asked.

“Clean? Why would you ever want to clean?” he asked.

One sheep walked to be by her side. She kept a hand on its head.

“I lived in a vicarage, given to us by Aldwinter to be our home. But since it was the vicarage, there were visitors so often. I knew if they judged the house, they would judge not only me but their vicar. So I made sure it was always as tidy as I could make it.”

She grinned.

“Sometimes I do not mind it at all! And I am alone in this palace with nothing to do until you decide to show up. May I clean a little? Lighten the magic some?” she asked.

Cleaning. All of his life, that was the job of the servants of the palace, never one of the princes. Loki tilted his head at her, he opened his mouth and for a second he couldn’t form words. But then he nodded his head with a shrug.

“Why…well, you are the one staying here, so I don’t see why not.”

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Stella did not mind cleaning a big palace or gardening. As her coughs lessened, as she got better, she found she no longer became tired so easily. She did miss her children terribly- she could imagine James running over to the kitchen and making himself sick on chocolates. She could see John with the dog running through the halls and opening every door, and hear his feet hurrying over the floors in echoes. She could see Jo going to the library and devouring book after book until she fell asleep with a novel on her face on the couch. How they would have loved this place!

Perhaps…when she was better…she could find a way to still keep in touch with Loki. She would take them on a trip. A free day of traveling, even though it was not to London but another world.

Nevertheless, she didn’t mind dusting every surface and sweeping off the floors. It was better to act rather than dwell all day.

As she was contentedly scrubbing away the floors of the main entryway one day, there was a knock at the door.

She jumped and released a gasp. If it was Loki, he would just conjure himself inside. Who could it be? A burglar? Surely, an enchanted castle could protect itself, could it not??

But then there was a voice, a booming, masculine, baritone voice that made her jump again.

“BROTHER!”

A burglar would not announce themselves like that.

She cautiously walked closer.

“Brother! Are you living here? Do not play your games, Loki, I wish to speak to you!” he stated from outside.

“On my way!” she replied. She picked up her skirt and walked over to open the door.

She opened the door to find a tall, large, muscular man with long beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blond beard. Stella was slightly taller than some women, but he hovered above her like a blonde bear. He looked down at her and smiled brightly.

“Oh…hello…” she greeted shyly.

“Why! Are you the Midgard lady they say lives here?” he asked.

“I…I am,” she replied. “I am Mrs. Stella Ransome, I’m pleased to meet you.” She curtsied small.

He shook her hand. She accepted it and found his grip matched her suspicion about his strength.

“Oh, I am Thor! God of Thunder and Prince of Asgard!”

Stella’s hand flew up to lightly touch her throat. Thor! Thor himself here! She was a devout Christian all of her life and now she had met not only one but two pagan gods! What on earth was she going to tell her Sunday School when she returned?

Thor kept talking excitedly, his handsome smile shining on his face.

“Why, how happy I am Loki had finally settled on a lady! He had several princesses in the past show interest, but they never liked him or he never liked them, and-”

“Oh no! I’m not his…his….his companion of that sort. This is a palace he made and I am only the guest here.” she answered.

Yet, what more did this god of thunder have to say? What was he like? What sort of powers? What was it like to be a god? She had no fear now, only curiosity.

“Prince Thor, would you like to stay for some tea?”

“Why, tea sounds wonderful Lady Stella!” he replied.

Calling her that made her smile. If this prince was a burglar, he was the nicest burglar she had ever met.

Giving him tea and a tray of biscuits, she told him about how she ended up here. Then she asked him to clarify more about Loki and him. Thor informed her that they were princes of Asgard, sons of King Odin and Queen Frigga and that he was the eldest brother and in line for the throne. Thor answered questions about Asgard. She brought out a sketchbook she found in the library and Thor drew the realms of the map. Stella was awed at it. Her world had been small in the marshes- to think there were so many other realms with so many other lives and people and their stories! How big everything was and she was just one tiny speck on a circle that moved between Midgard and Asgard.

Thor was munching on perhaps his tenth biscuit by now. Not that it stopped his talking.

“We hear that the Frost Giants wish to try to take over again- those are the ones in Jotunheim! They won’t touch a hair on my brother's head anymore. One day, I will find King Laufey to defeat him in battle!” he boasted, pumping his fist.

“It is natural to be protective of one’s family,” she commented.

Thor wiped the crumbs off his beard. “Maybe that’s why Loki’s been hiding since the battle- he’s scared of them!”

“Hiding?” she prodded.

Thor nodded, sucking down his tea.

“He has been away for some time. Father won’t tell me why, and Mother seems strong. But sometimes I think I hear her crying from a distance. You must find Loki when he shows up next- tell him that she misses him! That he has to come home!”

She clasped her hands on her lap and gave him a smile.

“I will be glad to do so. I have been able to persuade him into a few things recently, so I think he might listen to me,” she said.

“How good of you, Lady Stella!” Thor declared.

Before she could say, he slammed down his teacup, making her jump and gasp aloud in surprise, demanding another cup of tea.

The magic palace fixed the teacup back to normal, and Stella, her heart slowing down after that surprise, poured him another.

That evening, she waited for him at dinner. She was adorned with her hair up in a bun and another ballgown. It was navy blue and had little stars adorned across it, making her look like the night sky. She began to eat a little after her stomach rumbled.

She knew it was past sunset, but there was no response. Nothing. No sign of the trickster god.

“Loki?” she asked.

Her voice echoing was the only reply.

Enough time had passed. He required her to fulfil the bargain and here she was just as she had been every night for some time now. What was going on?

She got up from her chair. She passed the lush banquet and went down one hall. It had another marble floor, but there were windows with the red, velvet curtains drawn. There was a hall of doors.

She heard a sound like a grunt from the door in the far corner on her right. Green lights flashed from it.

She walked carefully closer to it. There was another flash of light, only it was light blue. And another frustrated huff.

She had heard similar huffs of frustration from a certain office for over a decade. There was no doubt now Loki was behind.

She was now at the door and realized it had creaked open.

Her eyes went to the opening. She gently said his name.

“Loki, wher-”

She saw him and her voice turned into a gasp, cupping her mouth

Loki was definitely there. The room was a smaller library with neater bookshelves and a fireplace. He stood in the center over a high table with a book full of runes on it.

But he looked different.

His skin was a bright blue and his eyes red.

Loki turned, his red eyes wide as he noticed her. Stella froze where she was, for she could not run. Was this some new enchantment he could do? Was he practicing and was that why he was late?

Yet his face turned into a frown, his teeth gritted. His red eyes glared at her. She should have run, she should have screamed. Yet she could not move.

He turned his back on her, his voice angry as he tried to cover his own face.

“Don’t- don’t look Stella! Go away!” he ordered angrily. The tone in his voice speared her heart.

“Are you hurt?” she insisted. “I was wondering why you were missing and-”

“I said to go away!” Loki barked. “And don’t look!”

Normally she would run. But something in her intuition told her to stay. There was a hurt to his voice that stirred her. He needed someone by him.

She walked inside cautiously.

“I…I am sorry I peeked in, but…Loki…”

His back was still turned. She could see bits of his blue neck beneath his raven curls. He stood before the fire.

“Are you hurt?” she asked.

“No! I’m not hurt at all!” he replied, something of a choked sob in his voice.

He was behaving no better then Jo when she was four years of age.

“But your skin…did someone do this to you? do you need an ointment?” she asked.

She reached out a hand to gently touch his shoulder. He flinched away and then turned around. She took in his cerulean skin and how much brighter it made his red eyes appear.

“I don’t need the healers! Norns! I just- I’m just doing a spell and-”

She peeked and saw him uncurl his hand and clench it. His skin turned to white and his eyes to blue. But she saw there were still tears in his eyes, despite the stubborn frown on his head.

“What is happening?” she asked. “You don’t get this upset taking another person's form. Please, I’d like to know.”

She insisted he sit on the chair. She had him magic over another mug of tea and some sandwiches on a tray. They sat on the floor before the fire.

“Do you know what a Frost Giant is?” he asked.

“Yes. I hear they’re considered your enemy here,” Stella responded. She could discuss Thor and his family later.

Loki kept his eyes on the fire.

“All children in Asgard are taught to be terrified of them Stella…this is my true form. I’m a runt of a Frost Giant. Left behind as a baby to die in a tundra. Unwanted since the moment I was born. All of my life I was told of beasts who slaughter innocents. Only to realize I had to look in the mirror to see one.”

Stella’s eyes softened at him.

“Loki…that’s…that’s horrible…”

“I’m going to control it. Hide it. Push it away so no one will tell, no one will be able to see. I will be dead, I won’t be nothing, I’ll prove to father I’m worthy, I will!” he hissed. He slammed a fist onto his lap.

Stella leaned forward.

“May I see it again, please? Just once.” she asked.

He turned to her and swallowed. But he only turned his forearm and hand blue.

“May I?” she asked.

He gave her his arm and hand. She put her hand beneath his to lift it and then, with her other hand, pressed a finger on his blue palm.

“It’s cold. Cold like snow on Christmas, like a steam on a summer’s day, like a chapel in the morning…those aren’t bad things…” she consoled.

She traced up to his forearm. He felt himself shiver at her touch, his body stirring at the press of her hand on his skin. A tingling he kept down. She looked quietly and carefully.

“Could I have the box with my collection, please?” she asked.

He easily conjured it to the room. She lifted the lid and set it aside. She took out some trinkets- spoons, shells, bottles. She set them in the air like a painter, next to his hand.

Then she looked in and smiled. She got out two pebbles. Then she got out her diary and opened to the first page. She got out a pressed flower. Setting them in her hands, she moved them close to Loki’s hand.

“See! They’re the very color of your skin!” she sheered.

As Loki looked down, he saw she was right. The shade of the flower and the pebbles matched the skin of his Jotunheim form.

“Now, if only there was a box big enough, I could add you too!” she teased.

He did not reprimand her for her joke, even if he had every right to. He looked up at her.

“What about blue makes it your favorite color? Why collect blue things and not something…something red or green?” Loki asked.

She traced her finger again over the pebbles and flowers. She then smiled at the other miscellaneous things she pulled out.

“It’s the color of peace. The color of heaven. It represents the sky and the sea- the two things we think of when we discuss eternity. It’s rare in nature, for it is a sacred color. Blue dye once had to be imported, for it was costly. They say that Mary wore a blue shroud. It is the color of serenity…of kindness…”

She set the items down. Though his hand was as cold as ice, it felt good on her against the warm fire. His eyes shone up at her.

“Your skin is beautiful when it’s blue. And you shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

Loki took in a deep breath and then shook his head.

“But…the Frost Giants are…are hated…hated!”

“I don’t hate you,” she replied.

He blinked, squinting his eyes further at her. She kept her sweet smile at him.

“What? You…you don’t?” he asked.

She released his hand and began gathering her things to put back into the box.

“I’m not your servant or misteress here. You saved my life and my health. Could a truly monstrous person do that?”

His eyes sparkled. She set them back in and sealed the lid. She looked back up at him, her plate of food untouched, as was his.

“Loki, if you think my husband is so hateful, so bad…. if I could love him, how could I think less of you? Not from anything you freely chose to do, but because of how you were born? I wish you didn’t discover it in this way, and despite what I have heard…I don’t agree about Frost Giants. They can be good and kind…”

“The stories…” Loki began muttering.

“Maybe the stories are wrong,” she suggested.

She handed him a cup of tea. His magic was starting to melt back to his usual pale color, except for his hand.

He noticed that the tea set was white except for the blue flowers painted all over it. Of course, it was in relation to Stella being the one staying here.

Looking down at his hand while it was still blue, he saw that the petals of the flower on his cup matched the shade of a Frost Giant's skin.

For once, at least for a minute, he did not feel ashamed.

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Just wanted to say that the Manor scenes reminded me a bit of the film the Sound of Music! In the sense that a whole countryside estate and and manor can become a playground for delightful children; although you subvert the theme of a manor needing a romance in order for it to come ‘alive’. I also saw in the AO3 comments section some readers saying that the Manor reminded them of Beauty and the Beast, in the sense that the self playing pianos and opening doors mirrored the talking pots and wardrobes of the film animation. Given how many of these works of media depicting a young woman’s visit to a foreboding yet magical estate where her love interest resides — Howl’s Moving Castle, Beauty and the Beast, Sound of Music, even Lizzy’s visit to Pemberley in Pride and Prejudice — follow the perspectives of the awed young women, I’m even more intrigued by Draco’s perspective as the host. I really love your weaving in Draco’s sensitivity to Hermione’s reactions alongside Draco’s obvious sense of comfort and pride in his rather grand home. I’m sure you were aware of the themes or tropes I cited, how did it feel to sort of rewrite them from the perspective of the host? Your imagery of the Manor is so vivid and delightful, I must ask, what inspired it?

And — how do you solve a problem like Maria?🎶

Oh my God, I love this comparison. This is incredibly flattering — Sound of Music is my favorite musical of all time, like, ever, and I listen to the soundtrack maybe once a week. (HMC is also one of my favorite all-time movies. If you are noticing themes in my personality no you didn't.)

The fun of the Manor in "Summer's End" starts with the title. Aside from being the literal time in which the story takes place and also thematic hoo-ha & whatnot, is a tongue-in-cheek reference to the English style of naming old country houses 'Something-End,' e.g. 'Howards End' or the real 'Audley End House' in Essex (which is one of my main visual references for Malfoy Manor). I was trying to play with the typical conceit of those young-woman-comes-to-grand-House scenes, because (1) it's through the host's eyes, and (2) the Manor becomes new again in Draco's eyes because Hermione is in it; she's more curious than he is, because she's a stranger (and also just. is more aggressively curious in general), so in a sense, he's rediscovering his home through her and with her in it. So it's the same sense of whimsy and new discovery, but without the edge of the familiar. This is safe! This is home. This is the one time in Draco's life when he's been able to have both the pureblood lifestyle he's used to and the privilege of Hermione's company. It can't last, of course — but I wanted people to understand why he feels so drawn to the idea that he should be able to have both. Because hey, look! Isn't it wonderful?

Also, the Manor is both canonically and fanonically a pretty bad place, for Hermione; some really rough shit happens to her there, and fics often (rightly, in my view) make it a thematic center of bigotry and violence. But I wanted to play with the idea that the Manor is nothing more or less than a reflection of its inhabitants — and in this universe, it's Draco's house, and it reflects him, not Lucius.

#greenteacup asks #lionheart spoilers

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liminalpebble · 1 year

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Violet: Chapter 1, Providence

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Summary: The solitary Reverend Ransome leaves the empty nest of his home in Essex, beginning his life as a professor in London. His expectation of a contemplative religious life as a pious widower is complicated by an odd and alluring foreign student, Violetta Vespero. How can the conflicted vicar keep his gaze and worship skyward with such delicious temptations before him on Earth?

Will Ransome (The Essex Serpent) x Original Female Character

CW: Sacrilege all over the place, slow Burn to smut, angst, multi-parter, probably pretty historically inaccurate

Chapter 1: Providence

Will reclined in his modest room in the spartan London seminary. He had trouble sleeping in the sea of noise that roiled in the city streets every night. It was a shock to him after the quiet countryside of Essex, but he couldn't stay in that home any longer. The emptiness of it after all the life it contained was too much to bear. Stella, his beautiful delicate blue star of the sea had returned to her maker. Cora had abandoned him for a life of chasing after her fossils; her Biblical monsters buried in the clay of creation, though Cora would never think of it that way.

And the children...his beloved precocious precious children were adults now, living adventurous lives of discovery, growing into the full forms of themselves. How he missed the weight of them in his arms as he read to them when they were small. It seemed like eons ago now, and he was beginning to feel like one of Cora's skeletal beasts, buried under the sands of time.

So it was that the reverend found himself nearing the age of fifty, walking the floorboards of an empty house which once held the footprints of so many. It felt as if everyone he loved had moved on to new places and adventures to fuel their curiosity except for him. He pondered, in his little dormitory room, how he ended up here, and why. What was it he really wanted?

It seemed like an act of providence when his friend from divinity school, Father Grant, visiting one rainy day, offered a position at a ladies' college in London.

“It shouldn't be difficult work for a clever mind like yours, Will,” said Father Grant. “They're looking for a well-educated man of good character to teach the classics, literature, humanities, divinity...perhaps also foreign languages.”

“I'm not Catholic, Paul.” Will said, his deep voice almost a croak from lack of use. Aside from his hour at the pulpit every Sunday, Will cloistered himself these days, giving up his walks to visit parishioners, in favor of solitary ones in the salt air to nurse his loneliness.

“It doesn't matter, Will. These damn Jesuits are in favor of scholarly advancement and a diversity of teachers, regardless of sect. They now welcome professors with open arms so long as they show fair enough morals and credentials,” Paul huffed as if it was all an annoyance to him, but Reverend Ransome smiled, knowing his friend to be progressive and enlightened at heart, just glad for a chance to grumble.

“You said it wouldn't be difficult. It sounds like their standards are quite high.”

“Well yes, but the students are all women. Docile delicate things, either preparing themselves to be entertaining trophies for rich husbands, or readying themselves for the convent and teaching brats in the Lord's service.”

“Paul,” Will said disapprovingly, “Shame on you for being so dismissive of women. The world is progressing past such notions. Watch out, lest it leave you behind.”

Father Grant gave a deep belly laugh. “Me, Will? I think you have to worry about that a good deal more than I do.”

Ransome tapped his teacup back down with defeat and realized, begrudgingly, that his old friend was very right. By the time Grant left, Will had shaken his hand and found himself preparing to enter a new life in the city.

Now, here he was, laying in his uncomfortable bunk, in his private room, kept awake by the city noise and nervous for his first day of teaching.

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#lusty vicarettes #will ransome #will ransome fic #the essex serpent #sas

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Cryptid of the Day: Beast of Essex

Description: Since 1995, there have been Alien Big Cat reports around Essex, England. One man claimed a large cat clawed his car in January of 2001, which he described as a black cat. Others have reported seeing lynxes, jaguars and ginger colored cats.

#cryptids #Cryptid #cryptozoology #cryptid of the day #beast of essex

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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Your Grace

Warnings: character death, smut, Loki is a sexy beast, duh

A/N: soooo... I kind of loved this story, I had to come back and give it a part two! I love Will so much, he is innocent in my eyes and yet, I wanted to explore a more

Summary: after Will's passing, you finally move back to Asgard and you are called to the palace to meet the King.

Part One { Part Two

The silent prayers had become all but extinct now. The mortal's lives were feeble, you knew that, but Will? It had been agony to watch him grow old and soon pass. You had left Aldwinter with him, travelled across England and even visited France but his years were limited and yours were limitless.

Seeing the greys appear in his hair killed you. He stood in front of the mirror, examining them with curiosity, pulling out one of them and presenting it to you with a smile, "I am growing wiser, Y/N."

You held a smile on your face as you walked over to him and cupped his cheek, watching him lean into it with a smile. "You're growing wise indeed, my husband," you whispered, resting your forehead on his and he held your waist delicately. Sniffling, you looked into his eyes and whispered, "my wise vicar, will we spend today in bed or doing something productive?"

Will smirked as he looked into your eyes before pulling you up into his arms and walking to the bed, slamming the bathroom door shut with his foot. He threw you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, peppering kisses on your neck as you giggled and moaned.

Standing in front of Will's grave outside of the home you had shared for the remaining fifty years of his life, you sniffled and made forget-me-nots appear against the stone. A lone tear dripped down your cheek as you leaned forward, pressing your lips to the stone and releasing a shuddering sob.

Your love for the beloved vicar was strong. You had married him and you both were incredibly happy. It had taken Will two years to propose but when he did, he made sure to make it the most special day that you had ever experienced up until your wedding day. His innocent smile when you said yes, the joy you saw when he first saw you walk down that aisle, the love in his eyes that melted into sadness along with you when you found out that you could never get pregnant. Still, Will decided to live in the now and made your childless lives much more entertaining.

Will had decided to take you all around England and even France during his life, going away to different places every other week until Will could barely walk as he approached his seventy-seventh birthday. Even in his old age, your feelings for him never dwindled. He still had that spark in his eye that he had the day that you came into his life and it made you smile when you remembered it.

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There had been an incident in Will’s 40s that made you question if he truly wanted you or not. It involved Cora Seaborne and her quest to understand the myth of the Essex Serpent. Throughout her stay in Aldwinter, you saw that Will was spending more time with her and that Cora had been, unknowingly, praying to you for a chance to even just kiss your husband. You listened out for Will’s prayer for the same but found none.

When Will returned home that night, the candles were out and the fireplace burning and dinner unmade. Will tilted his head curiously at the odd change. You were never late for dinner, you always prepared the best meals on the days when it was your turn to cook!

“Darling?” the vicar called out into the dim house, the crackling of the fire unsettling him for a reason he didn’t want to know. He walked around the dark house but found no traces that you had moved around today. Sighing, Will trudged upstairs and found you sitting on the bed with your pillow cuddled to your chest. “Darling,” Will purred, walking over to you with a smile, kneeling beside you, “what is the matter, my love?”

You sniffled and turned your head away from him, cuddling your pillow tighter to your chest, “I don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Cora?”

“Cora?” Will asked in shock, his brows furrowing as he ignored the ache in his knees as he cupped your elbows and brought himself up onto one knee while keeping eye contact with you, “why would I ask Cora?”

You scoffed and glared down at him but froze when you saw complete confusion. Did he not want to throw you away in favour of Cora? “Because she prayed to me today,” you admitted, watching Will tense and realisation hit, “she doesn’t know I’m me but she prayed to me to have a chance to kiss you or sleep with you. She felt guilty about it but she wanted it. I was thinking you wanted it too but didn’t pray to me.”

“I could never want anyone other than you, Y/N!” Will protested, looking up into your eyes desperately, “surely you know that! I’ve been married to you for twenty years, darling… I wouldn’t just throw that away!”

You sobbed and dropped to the floor, encasing him in a warm hug and kissing his cheek as you sniffled. “Imagine,” you whispered with a shaky laugh, “I’m jealous.”

Will laughed and rubbed your back, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “not to worry, darling, you’re the only woman that can bring me to my knees.”

After all of that, after the monster was revealed to be a whale beached in the marshes, everyone moved on, especially Cora. Later on, you heard her prayers to lay with one of her friends and you answered all of them, allowing her a happy life. Will never asked about her, only ever sat beside you and appreciated your beauty and your intelligence as he read to you.

As Will got to his sixties, he began asking why you were staying with him since he was getting older now and less attractive. Every time he asked, you clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, grabbing his hands and kissing them gently as you whispered, “to me, you look no less than thirty-three, my dear.” He blushed every time and you loved it.

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The day that Will passed, it had been raining and thunder was raging. You sniffled as you held him in your arms, whispering memories to him as his heartbeat became few and far between. In his last three years, Will had developed dementia and seemed to only remember the first ten years of your life together so you reminded him regularly of the years after that. In his final seconds, you gently ran your nails through his thin hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead while whispering, “you can rest now…”

With that, Will’s eyes closed and you were left alone with his once vibrant, young body now aged and empty. You succumbed to the sob bubbling in your throat and you held his body close to you as you sobbed. “I’ll always love you… I’ll always love you, Will, I promise… Thank you for loving me…”

You had decided to stay in Will’s home, full of his little trinkets and books that had been taken out of circulation years after his death. You had posed as your daughter and then her daughter to keep the villagers blissfully ignorant of your status as an immortal. The house was stranger without Will but you never remarried.

You answered prayers from inside the walls of the home you made with Will, surrounded by his books and trinkets you had picked up throughout your travels. After you stayed in that house for sixty-eight more years, you finally resolved to leaving the house and burning it to the ground, unable to bring yourself to sell it to anyone else. Taking one last look at Will’s grave, you looked up at the sky and called the Bifrost with his trinkets safely hidden in your pocket dimension.

Stepping out into the Bifrost Observatory, you looked behind you as you watched the beam disappear and you hung your head, realising your life on Midgard was gone. Glancing up at Heimdall, you smiled sadly, “good to see you again, old friend.”

“You look sad, Lady Y/N,” Heimdall commented, frowning as he saw a tear drip down your cheek. He had seen all of your time spent on Midgard, the hundred years it took you to finally move on from your grief. Still, he regained his posture and looked over to the palace, “Prince Loki seems to have returned. He, too, is sad.”

You sighed and faked a laugh, “guess he lost someone dear to him too.”

“Indeed,” Heimdall responded with a deep sigh before gesturing to the exit, “your horse is awaiting you.”

You eyed Heimdall for a minute because of his comment about Prince Loki before walking to the exit and bowing to him in the entrance before mounting your mare and heading into the city. From the city, you took a detour to the house that you had left almost a hundred and twenty years ago. When you arrived, you sighed and took down the protective barrier and walked up to the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside. With a sudden wave of emotion, you realised that this place didn’t feel like home anymore, Aldwinter felt like home, it was where Will was buried.

Sighing, you dropped onto your sofa and looked up at the ceiling, casting an illusion to bring forth one of your many memories with Will.

You stormed through the door and slammed the door, bolting the door and toeing off your shoes, hanging up your travel coat and stomping into the kitchen. You saw Will looking through a cookbook before lifting his head to smile at you. “Oh, hello darling,” he greeted with a smile before frowning when you didn’t answer, “are you alright?”

“Kneel,” you demanded, watching his eyes widened and he quickly sank to his knees. You strode over to him and grabbed his chin, glaring down at him, “will you be my good boy tonight?”

Eagerly, Will nodded and his hand gently caressed your thigh, massaging your muscles and keeping his eyes locked on yours as he did. You sighed in relief and your eyes fluttered shut, a sign for him to continue. He gently moved onto your other thigh and gently massages the muscle, pressing a gentle kiss to your thigh as he did before he started to massage your calves.

“Enough,” you whispered after a while and Will pulled back, his hands resting easily on his lap as he looked up at you, waiting for what followed. “Will you do as I say, pretty sinner?”

Will nodded eagerly and smiled up at you, his eyes reflecting the love he felt for years for you, his body was ageing but his love for you never waned. “I will do whatever you ask of me, my Goddess,” he whispered with a gentle smile.

You hummed and ran your fingers through his hair, watching him lean into your touch and smile happily at the contact. “Will you fuck me?” you whispered to him, watching his eyes shoot up to meet yours, “will you make me forget about today?”

“Of course,” Will whispered quickly, standing up and guiding you to the bedroom. As he closed the door behind you, he gently held your hand and led you to the bed, pushing you down onto the fur pelt and soft mattress. Your hair splayed out, surrounding your head like a crown that Will swore he would never forget.

Quickly getting to work, he latched his lips to yours in an intimate kiss, his hands wandering down your body and removing your clothes as they did. Your hands made quick work of his shirt and pants, throwing them in a corner to be picked up whenever but when you both were finally free and he sunk his cock into you, all problems disappeared.

Will moaned as he bottomed out, his head falling into the crook of your neck as his hips thrust forward unconsciously, making you scream in pleasure and wrap your legs around his legs. Groaning, he pulled out to the tip before sinking back in and listening to your delighted moan at the motion so he did it again and again, picking up the pace until he was pounding into you, his hips slapping against yours as you both moaned in unison.

You gripped the sheets beside your head and moaned aloud at the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim over and over again. His godly sculpted body was shining with sweat as he reached down to circle your clit, listening to your delicate moans as he continued to thrust into you right into your favourite spot inside you that made you see stars.

With a gasp, you came together and shared a kiss as you both came down from your highs.

A knock on your door pulled you away from the illusion and made it disappear. Startled, you headed over to the door and opened the door after checking that you were looking presentable and you were shocked to see three Einherjar on your doorstep.

“How can I help you?” you asked, nervously playing with the hem of your sleeve as the men looked down at you.

“Y/N, Goddess of Sex,” the guard began, looking you in your eye before continuing, “the King requests your presence in the throne room. We are here to escort you.”

You stared at them in shock. The King wanted to see you? King Odin Allfather? You hadn’t met with him since you departed from the court before you met Will! What could he possibly want with you? Nodding, you walked out of your house and locked the door before mounting your horse and following the guards.

You were glad that they took a detour away from the main streets, you didn’t want anyone to see the Goddess of Sex being escorted into the castle to likely lose her title for marrying a mortal. Once you arrived in the palace, you dismounted your horse and one of the Einherjar remained behind to put her in the stalls. So here you were, progressing through the halls of Asgard’s palace with two Einherjar.

Once you reached the decorated doors of the throne room, you were shaking like a leaf but you steeled yourself and raised your back, placing a mask of indifference on before striding inside flanked by the guards.

The man sitting on the throne was not Odin, however, it was his second son; Loki. His hair was short and slicked back making his jaw look sharper and highlighting his sharp cheekbones, he looked oddly familiar to you as more than just the Asgardian Prince should but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Your eyes gazed lower and you bit your lip when you saw his spread legs, bringing your eyes to instinctively land on his luscious thighs. They were spread wide open, accentuating the power that he held as he glared down at you from the throne.

“Goddess of Sex,” he began and your unconscious mind picked up the familiarity you felt towards this man. His voice was like honey but mixed with a sense of dread, a dark undertone that caused you to press your legs together.

Dropping to your knee, you gazed up at the temporary King, “Your Majesty. It is an honour to meet you.”

"Have I met you before, Goddess?" the God asked, his emerald eyes glistening as he glared down at you, trying to discern if you were truly familiar or if it was just because of your paintings and temple, “I have a feeling we have met before.”

"I have been in court, your grace," you mumbled, not looking up from the golden floor as you knelt before the temporary King. You heard him hum and the sound went straight to your needy cunt, despite your horror at that revelation. You hadn’t had anyone since Will died, you didn’t want anyone other than Will! Even if your body was a traitor, you would not succumb to primal needs even if you were the Goddess of Sex.

"There's something else. Something I can almost put my finger on... I know you," Loki leaned forward, taking in your kneeling form when realisation shot through him. Flashes of a life that he had forgotten entered his mind. Memories of himself being a vicar in a small town, of his life married to the Goddess of Sex, his life with you. He stayed staring at you in wonder for so long that he saw you become uncomfortable.

"Your grace?" you whispered, unsettled by how Loki’s eyes glossed over with tears. He looked tired all of a sudden, burdened with something that he hadn’t shown to anyone else.

That was when you heard it again, your first silent prayer for the first time in seventy years. Since Will prayed to you that even in his dying days, you would never leave his side until it was over.

"Oh little goddess, how odd it is to see you kneel before me when I used to be the one kneeling for you," he whispered, a vulnerability in his eye as he stared at you.

Your mind whirred in confusion before you raised your head to meet his eye, "Will...?"

Loki smiled and stood from the throne, descending the steps to stand before your kneeling form. He saw the tears forming in your eyes and his smile faded into a frown as he placed Gungnir on the ground and dropped to his knees in front of you, watching your disbelieving eyes study every movement he made.

“So… is this… was this all just a game…?” you whispered brokenly, flinching away from the God in front of you as he reached out to hold you. You looked at the golden stone floor in front of you as you tried to process this new reveal. “After you faked your death did you come back here and laugh over a good glass of mead? Did you even think of me?” You asked brokenly, sniffling and rolling his wedding ring on your necklace between your fingers.

“It wasn’t a game. Believe me, my sweet Goddess, after I died down there I woke up here with no memory of what happened. I lost seventy years of my memory and I did not know why,” he whispered, reaching out to cup your cheek and his frown deepened when you yet again flinched away, “but when you walked into this throne room, I started hearing things… started seeing memories that I thought weren’t mine…”

You shuddered softly as your eyes met his and your hands slowly reached up to cup his face and you tilted your head curiously when he leaned into the affection with a pleased sigh. His eyes fluttered shut, his shoulders relaxed and the tension in the room dissipated as if he had been waiting for the moment that he would be held by you.

“What did I say to Will about religion the day we met?” you asked, watching as Loki’s eyes slowly opened and he released a small whine.

“You told me that there was more than one God and one was smiling down on me,” he whispered lightly, eagerly chasing your comforting hands as you pulled back slightly in shock. “You found me in the church after a sermon in a… compromising… situation…”

You giggled and pressed your lips to the bridge of his nose, feeling the relief of having your husband back. “Did you ever feel empty after that?” you asked shyly, watching as Loki’s eyes flitted around before he sighed and nodded.

“I felt alone the moment that I woke up in my bed… I felt as if I was somewhere I had no right to be, I felt like I had left someone behind and needed to get back to them but… mother told me I had been hit by a Bilgesnipe and had been in a coma for 77 years to heal…” Loki whispered, tears flowing easily into the palms of your hands.

“I understand,” you whispered, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb and kissing his nose, “I mourned you, Loki… I stayed in our house for years after your death. I only just came home.”

“I know,” Loki whispered, his hands reaching out to pull you closer to him, “I never wanted to leave you alone, believe me. I remember that in my final moments, you held me in your arms and scratched my scalp… it felt like home… I felt so at home with you.”

You sniffled and nodded before rising to your feet and helping him stand. Once he was standing again, you rested one of your hands on his hip and then another on his cheek and you grinned when he leaned eagerly into your touch.

Loki stared into your eyes, unable to decide if what he was seeing was truly you or if he was just having one of those dreams that he would forget about once he awoke. Eagerly, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, feeling you melt into him immediately and kiss him back.

As quick as the kiss began, you put an end to it and smiled lovingly at him before smirking at him and whispering, "kneel."

Loki gasped as he dropped to his knees before you, the glimmer in his eyes reflecting that of the innocent vicar you had caught in the throes of pleasure with your coat up to his nose. You gently held his chin and watched his innocent eyes flit between the thumb pressed to his chin and the darkness swirling in your eyes.

"I am your King," Loki whispered, keeping his eyes locked on yours now as you hummed and he whined at his straining length beneath the leathers of his trousers. "You should obey your King, not vice versa."

You giggled and tightened your grip on his chin. "Funny," you whispered, watching as his chest hitched with the sultry tone you laced in, "you had no problem submitting to me every time I commanded last time."

The pressure building in Loki’s abdomen became almost too much to bear and he gasped when your boot made contact with his clothed cock and he released a loud groan at the touch, his hips jutting out against your boot. You cooed down at him, running your fingers through his silky hair as he continued to grind down onto your boot.

“Stop,” you commanded, watching Loki whine and his hips quickly ceased their movement. You smiled down at him and gently ran your fingers down his cheek, your heart fluttering at how easily his eyes slipped closed and he sighed in relief. “Where are your chambers, handsome?” you asked softly and Loki quickly whirled his fingers, teleporting the both of you to his chambers.

Loki seemed to gain confidence once in the comfort of his chambers, pulling you in from the waist and dissolving your skirts in a flash of green before latching his mouth onto your dripping cunt. You gasped in surprise and held his silky hair, your head falling backwards in relief as his expert tongue lapped over your sensitive folds. The God of Mischief smirked as his fingers dug into your skin and he devoured your glistening pussy like a man starved.

“Mmmh Loki…” you whispered, bliss clouding your mind as Loki continued to feast on you, his moans following yours as one of his fingers pushed into your awaiting entrance and you moaned in delight, your fingers tightening in his hair as you got closer to the edge.

However, getting to the edge was what woke you up and you growled as you pulled him away from your needy cunt. “Naughty boy,” you breathed through heavy pants, watching as a smirk broke out across his lips.

“I am the God of Mischief, dear,” Loki returned, his eyes flitting up to yours as lust and desire swirled in them. His hands gently caressed your thighs and he sighed, “doesn’t it hurt? Don’t you want to be dominated for once? Explore how I felt before?”

Your breath hitched as you stared up at him before you smiled and backed up onto his bed, the back of your legs hitting the edge of the bed before you fell backwards onto the soft mattress below you. Loki grinned and followed you, standing between your legs as he began to take off his armour with his seiðr. Your eyes raked over his nude body hungrily, watching his muscles dip and the curve of his hips sway as he rested his hands on them.

“Do you wish to know something strange, my lady?” Loki purred, one knee resting between your legs as he towered over your form, hands pressing yours above your head.

You gasped as his thigh made contact with your core and you stared up into his green eyes without hesitation. “Tell me,” you whispered eagerly, your pussy clenching as Loki chuckled and his lips parted for his tongue to wet them.

“When I awoke from that coma, I could never even imagine touching another woman. I found it odd, I know the deepest desires of a woman’s heart and I can bring them forth,” his tone was deep, filled with lust and happiness, “but I could never act upon that knowledge. My body never reacted to the stimuli of a woman grazing my thigh, of their touch on my arm, nor even brazenly grasping my cock. Now I realise… it was because of you.”

You sat up on your elbows and raised an eyebrow, “me? What about me?”

“I married the Goddess of Sex! I became addicted to the power you give off all the time thanks to that title and even when I woke up as Loki, I was still addicted! Even in my subconscious, you were all I needed,” the King whispered, his eyes wide and vulnerable, the twinkle in his eyes that you had adored for fifty years as Will made you melt and you pulled him down into a sweet kiss.

Loki moaned into the kiss, holding the back of your neck gently and pressing himself against you as he lined himself up to your entrance and slowly pushed inside. The both of you moaned in unison as the electricity ran through you, welcoming you back into the world of addicting sex. Loki’s hips snapped into yours and your head rolled back as you released a filthy moan into the expanse of his chambers. Loki cooed at you and started to create a rhythm, pounding into you hard but also taking note of your little cues for him to increase his speed.

You keened as Loki hit that good spot inside of you and your toes curled, a whine escaping your parted lips as Loki’s eyes focused on yours.

Loki gasped as he began to go faster, urgency digging into his every move as your warmth wrapped around him and he reclaimed what was his. “That’s it,” he praised, his hips slapping against yours as he sat up on his knees to fuck you properly, “be my good Goddess and moan for your King!”

Your lips parted and you took in a deep breath, remembering that oxygen was the main source of life before it was ripped out of your lungs as a powerful moan in reaction to Loki beginning to circle your clit. You gasped and rolled your hips against his, feeling the charge of magic in the room as you both lost yourselves in the throes of pleasure.

“L-Loki… Loki, Loki, Loki!” you called, unable to form any coherent sentences past your lovers name. Loki smirked as he began to circle your clit faster, his thrusts began to go deeper and his free hand snaked peacefully around your throat.

“Shhh… I know, baby, I know,” Loki soothed, feeling the slow pulse of your walls around him give away your impending orgasm and he was sure as Hel going to get you there. “Just let daddy do the work,” he whispered, feeling your walls gush around him at the name he used and he smirked as he increased the pace of his thrusts inside you.

Drunk on the pleasure of his cock and fingers, you moaned shamelessly and your hands gripped onto the pillows beside your head. There was a slight tingle in your toes that soon rushed through your body as one of the most powerful orgasms that you had ever felt. Your reaction, in Loki’s opinion, was beautiful and so attractive. Your back arched off the bed, your brows furrowed, your fingers tightened their grip on the sheets beside your head and your cunt clenched wonderfully around his cock, bringing him into his own orgasm that made him cry out in pleasure as ropes of cum filled you up.

Slumping back down against the sheets, you blindly reached for him while whispering, “Will… Will…?”

Loki’s heart softened as he smiled and laid beside you, slowly pulling out of you and conjuring a wet towel to clean you up, listening to your whines of pain and comforting you with a gentle kiss to your forehead. He knew you were in pain, you had spent the last twenty years of his life without sex and after that he didn’t think you slept with anybody else. You snuggled into his chest and sighed contentedly.

“I love you, Mr Ransome,” you whispered automatically, a habit you didn’t realise you hadn’t broken after Will’s death.

Chuckling, Loki ran a hand down your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead as he whispered, “I love you too, Mrs Ransome.”

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Earth-18104

Since I started getting more into Marvel I made a bunch of OCs for the media, and with time I created a whole universe to insert them in the stories. So I'm gonna start posting here my personal time-line.

These events include stories from the comics, a bit of the cartoons and the movies. Many events or characters have their backstories changed and I will include my ocs here.

It's just a project I do for fun (and has been taking my mind in the last years help). It's not complete. There's still a lot to work but I got the basics.

Time-line

B. C - Events

• Okkara and the Enriched

• Birth of Apocalypse

• The Clan Akkaba

A. C. - Events

• Thanos' birth

• Creation of the Ten Rings

• Fall of Titan

15th / 16th / 17th Century - Events

• Odin brings the Tesseract to Earth

• Rise of Count Dracula

• Apocalypse and the Army of Darkness defeat Dracula

• Fall of Tenochtitlán

• Creation of Talokan and birth of K'uk'ultan

• Selene Essex becomes Lady Sinister

• Trial of Agatha Harkness

• Apocalypse is sealed by his subordinates

18th / 19th Century - Events

• Mystique's birth

• Victor Creed's birth

• Logan's birth

• Victor Creed and Tereza Márquez (OC) meet

• Howlett's Tragedy

• Irene Adler and Raven Darkholme meet

• Fall of Akkaba Clan

• Origins: Wolverine I

20th Century

1900 - 1930 - Events

• Origins: Wolverine II

• Wolrd War I

1940 - Events

• World War II

• Johann Schmist finds the Tesseract

• Steve Rogers becomes Captain America

• Bucky Barnes becomes his partner

• Phineas Horton creates the original Torch

• Sgt. Nick Fury and the Howling Commandos

• Foundation of Weapon X by Dr. Abraham Cornelius Truett

• Captain America dissappears and Bucky Barnes is taken by HYDRA

• Logan marries Itsu. Later she is murdered by the Winter Soldider and his son is taken

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier become stepbrothers

• Wong starts his training in Kamar-Taj

• Howard Stak works for SHIELD

1950 - Events

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier fight in the Korean War. Marko dissapears after finding the Temple of Cyttorak

• Max Eisenhardt marries Magda

• The original Torch dissapears / dies

• Logan meets Silverfox

• Magda and their daughter dies, Max Eisenhardt changes his name to Erik Lehnsherr

• 1950 Avengers

1960 - Events

• Charles Xavier meets Moira Mactaggert and Gabrielle Haller

• Sabretooth and Wolverine join Team X

• Adam Brashear becomes Blue Marvel

1970 - Events

• Professor X, Magneto, Mystique and Destiny create the first team of X-Men

1980 - Events

• Captain Marvel

• Ghost Rider

• The Incredible Hulk

• Iron Man

• Ant-Man and Wasp

• Hawkeye and Mockingbird

Age of Heroes - The first famous groups of heroes start to rise, the first conflicts earth went through after FF, the Avengers, the X-Men, the Decenders and the others formed.

1989 - Events

• The Fantastic Four

• Puppet Master

1990 -

• The Avengers

1991 -

• Jessica Drew works for SHIELD as Arachne

• Logan adopts Amiko Kobayashi

• Matt Murdock debuts as Daredevil

1992 -

• The X-Men (Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Angel, Iceman and Beast)

• The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• X-Men VS Juggernaut

• Sam Wilson becomes the Falcon

1993 -

• Simon Williams joins the Masters of Evil as Wonder Man

• New Avengers (Black Panther, Hercules, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Hawkerye, Falcon)

• Jennifer Walters becomes She-Hulk

1994 -

• Sue Storm and Reed Richards Wending

• The Fantastic Four meets Black Panther

• Dane Withman becomes Black Knigt

• Z'Nox attack

• Wade Wilson becomes Deadpool

• Silver Sufer and Galactus

• Alex Summers becomes an X-Man

• Betsy Braddock becomes Captain Britain

1995 -

• Mesmero attacks Krakoa. Lorna Dane joins the X-Men as Polaris

• Patsy Walker becomes Hellcat

• Peter Parker becomes Spider-Man

• Jessica Jones becomes Jewel

• Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage and Danny Rand)

• Norman Osborn becomes the Green Goblin

• Natasha Romanoff leaves the Red Room and joins SHIELD, working alongside Mockingbird and Hawkeye

• Frankie Raye joins the Fantastic Four as Photon.

• The Avengers battle against Ultron and Vision

• Among us stalk the Sentinels! Ororo Muroe and Sean Cassidy join the X-Men

• Frank Castle becomes the Punisher

• Jean Grey absorbed the power of the Phoenix

1996 -

• Hank McCoy joins the Avengers

• Greer Nelson becomes Tigra

• Secret Empire

• Avengers / Defenders War

• Flint Marko becomes Sandman

• Second Genesis.

• Hulk VS Wolverine

• Cyclops starts a new team of X-Men (Wolverine, Storm, Thunderbird, Colossus, Nightcrawler and Sunfire)

• X-Men VS Erik the Red and D'Ken

• Wanda Maximoff and the Darkhold

• Darren Cross becomes Yellow Jacket

• Wanda uses her magic to create her sons

• Mystique and Destiny start a new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• Kitty Pryde and Alison Blaire join Xavier's Institue

• Dark Phoenix and death of Jean Grey. Cyclops leaves the team

• Kree / Skrull War

1997 -

• Days of Future Past. Rachel Summers and Lucas Bishop join the X-Men

• Cyclops meets Madelyne Prior.

• Rogue absorves Carol Danvers powers

• Rhino VS Spider-Man

• The trial of Hank Pym

• X-Men VS the Brood

• She-Hulk joins the Avengers

• Wanda and Vision find out their sons are magic creations of the Darkhold

• Illyana Rasputin is captured and taken to the Limbo

• New Mutants

• The Morlocks

• Rogue joins the X-Men. Logan marries Mariko.

• Beta Ray Bill!

• Venom arrives at Earth

• Hawkeye creates the West Coast Avengers

• Forge joins the X-Men

• Curtis Connors becomes the Lizard

1998 -

• Jean Grey returns

• Nathan Summers is born

• Mutant Massacre

• Madelyne is corrupted by the demon N'Astirh, becoming the Goblin Queen

• Asteroid M

• Fall of the Mutants

• Franklin Richards is born

• The Punisher took over the Assassins' Guild, and later became a substitute teacher while investigating drug trafficking at a school

• Wolverine and Jubilee work together against the Hand

• Gambit joins the X-Men

• Genosha X-Tinction Agenda

• Legacy Virus

1999 -

• Kree/Shi'ar War

• X–Cutioner Song

• Rise of Midnight's Children

• Maximum Carnage

• Fatal Attractions

• Bloodties. Fabian Cortez kidnaps Luna Maximoff

• Sabretooth goes to the X-Men after he starts losing control of his feral side

• Cyclops and Marvel Girl marry

• Generation Next and Phalanx events. Emma Frosts takes the new mutants as her students. Blink dissapears.

• The Hellions die

• Peter Parker meets Olivia Octavius, who later becomes Dr. Octopus

• Sabretooth escapes. Angel loses his wings

• Ozyamndias comes to warn the X-Men about the return of Apocalypse

2000 -

• Jessica Drew joins the Heroes for Hire

• Graydon Creed's assassination

• Apocalypse returns with his Knights

2001 -

• Mantis creates Adam Warlock. Later Gamora is sent to kill them, but decides to betray Thanos. With Drax, Groot and Rocket, they become the Guardians of Galaxy.

• The Thunderbolts

2002 -

• Sepent Crown's arc. Lemuria and Talokan are revealed to the world

2003 -

• Jessica Drew returns as a heroes and joins the Heroes for Hire with Cage and Rand

2004 -

• The start of Infinity Gaulent arc. Earth's heroes lose the battle to Thanos. Half of the Universe dissapears.

• The X-Men split in Team Gold and Team Blue

2005 -

2006 -

• Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson marry

2007 -

2008 -

2009 -

• Mayday Parker is born

2010 -

• The Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, Guardians of Galaxy and Denfenders join forces to fight Thanos once more

• Thor becomes king of Asgard

2011 -

• The Avengers rebuilt their base.

• Scott Lang joins the team as the new Ant-Man.

• Emma Frost and Scott Summers re-open the Academy X

2012 -

• E is for Extinction

• Runaways!

• Jean Grey dies fighting Xorn

• Gitfted / The Mutant Cure

• Ana Corazon becomes Spider-Girl

• Logan meets Laura Kinney

• The Winter Soldier Returns

2013 -

• M Day happens

• Vulcan takes the throne from Lilandra

• Peter Quill joins the Guardians of Galaxy

2014 -

• The Young Avengers!

° Iron Lad (16), Kate Bishop (17/18), Wiccan, Speed (16), Patriot (16), Hulking (16), Sting (14), Jonas (??)

• The New X-Men

° Armor, Loa, Prodigy, Cuckoos, (15), Rockslide, Pixie Hellion, Flubber, Gentle, Wind Dancer, Surge, Wallflower, Onyxx, Quill, Network, Wither (14),

° Mercury, Indra, Dust, Ink, Laura, Elixir, Kidogo, Trance, Dryad, Icarus, Tag, Preview, DJ (13), Wing, Wolf Cub, Rubber Maid, Bling!, Anole, Match, Specter (12)

• Stryker attacks Xavier's Institue

2015 -

• World War Hulk

• Birth of the Mutant Messiah

• The Avengers and other heroes fight Kang. Sam becomes Captain America

2016 -

• Skrull Invansion

• Dark Reign

• The X-Men move to Utopia

• The Inner Circle attacks Genosha

• Hope returns as the Messiah

• Hank Pym opens the Avengers Academy

2017 -

• Children's crusade

• Hope and the Lights

• Apocalypse Solution. Warren Worthington III becomes heir of Apocalypse

• Fear Itself

• The Schism between the X-Men happens

2018 -

• Miles Morales (13) becomes Spider-Man

• Logan opens the Jean Grey School For Higher Learning

• Jean Foster is diagnosed with cancer

2019 -

• The Phoenix returns

• Rage of Ultron. Hank Pym dies

• Khamala Khan (16) becomes Ms. Marvel

2020 -

• Ms. Marvel, Nova and Spider-Man create the new Champions

2021 -

2022 -

2023 -

• The Mutants create Krakoaland

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