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siennafrxst · 1 month

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🔭 ₊ ⊹ ~֒ forgive

pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader

universe: mcu (marvel cinematic universe)

timeline: during thor ragnarok

word count: 0.7k words

cw: hurt/comfort

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You continue to stand observing the stars from afar, glimmering luminously before your eyes. Asgard has just been destroyed due to the events of Ragnarok and the people have lost their home — for now. They were currently heading towards Midgard via a spaceship to take refuge there. Midgardians were one of the lesser intelligent species across the nine realms, but they could be very welcoming at times. Maybe they could build a new life over there…

Footsteps begin to advance towards you from behind, causing you to snap out of your thoughts and turn toward the disruption, only to spot the God of Mishcief approaching you.

A surprised yet secretly pleased expression forms on your face at the sight of Loki. You hadn’t had a proper conversation with him ever since your… fight. About him faking his death twice and impersonating Odin for years and posing to be king and betraying all of Asgard and especially you.

Yeah. A fight was one way to put it.

“Loki,” you breathe softly.

Loki connects his emerald eyes with yours, seeming to be holding something back. He was never one to hesitate, you knew that. He was always so outspoken — you’ve never seen him so rattled like this.

“I… I’m sorry, and I love you,” he mumbles in a soft tone, breaking the eye contact.

Your eyes quickly shoot up towards his, surprised with his sudden burst of affection. Before you could even gather up the words to speak up, he interupts you.

“You don’t have to say anything or even forgive me, but… I realize that I haven't been the best partner to you, and for that I am.. sorry. You have only ever been good to me, and," he stops himself to gently grab your hands and pull you closer. "You deserve so much more. I promise to you that I will do better. If you will let me.”

He sighs deeply, finally maintaining the eye contact and taking a step towards you.

“I’ve missed you since the moment you walked away from me, and I deepy regret letting you go so easily. That will never happen again — I promise.”

After all these years, you are finally hearing the words you’ve been longing to hear from Loki — and then some. You always thought it was a farfetched fantasy, but for once, it actually feels as though he was willing to change. That this time might be different.

You’ve already made the same mistake — twice — forgiving him then only for him to repeat the same mistake and somehow make it worse than how it was before. But, that’s the thing. Even after all his lies, all the betrayals you have endured because of him…

You never once regretted forgiving him.

“The Loki Odinson, God of Mischief, owning up to his past? My, where have I been this whole time?”

Loki playfully rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, darling.”

A soft yet meaningful smile curves on your lips as you take a moment to process the last word that he said.

“You haven’t called me that since our fight.”

“And you haven’t looked at me with those eyes ever since I faked my death.”

“With what eyes?” You raise an oblivious eyebrow, fully knowing what he was talking about.

Loki softly shakes his head at your teasing before you let out a light chuckle once more. You gaze upon the long-haired frost giant, biting your inner cheek as you watch Loki being vulnerable to you for the first time.

"Loki," you call out in a soft tone, one gentle hand snaking up to his shoulder. "I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have let go of you so easily either. You were right — I was too quick to give up on us. But, never again. This time, we’ll try even harder to make things truly work. Agreed?”

A soft smile forms on his face — one that was sincere in a way that he never usually shows.

“Agreed.”

Before you could even react one more second, Loki cuts you off with an action that he only does once every blue moon. An action that neither of you can even recall when he last did it.

You feel gentle arms wrap you in a warm embrace. Being in his mere presence made you feel safe and at home — in a way that not even your physical home has ever made you feel. But being with him — reuniting with Loki once more — you knew, with the utmost confidence, that he was your true home. And there was no place you would rather be.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 8 months

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Um so, reader was a princess, and when she was alive if you wanted to court her, you had to beat her in a fight. If you lost you had to pay, with money, property, clothes, crops, animals, food. Anything really. And many many men tried but all failed. So she had a lot of stuff when she died (I imagine that she probably had feasts with all the food that she got)

So reader is a participant in ragnarok, and says like “if you win I’ll let you court me”

with Buddha, Loki, Thor, Lu Bu, Jack, Poseidon, Hades, Kojiro, Ares, Hermes, and Odin

(this is based off of the princess that if you lost you had to gift her, I think, ten horses. So when she died she had like 10,000 horses)

Ah you mean Khutulun! Great-great-granddaughter of Genghis Khan himself!

-You were a Mongol nomadic princess, part of a once great nation that by the time you were born was beginning to wane. However, just because the nation’s power was waning, didn’t mean your own was.

-You were the strongest of your siblings, the only girl out of thirteen brothers, able to beat them in any sort of combat sport from archery to horseback riding to your personal favorite, wrestling!

-None could oppose you, even men two to three times your size, you always pinned them, you always won!

-This stemmed from the deal you made with your father, giving him power as a bonus, that you would only marry someone if they beat you in wrestling, and if they lost, they had to give you 100 horses.

-You settled down after your father’s reputation took a blow, after you remained unmarried, despite the 10,000 horses you now called your own.

-In Valhalla, your reputation preceded you, as you rose in your prime, when you were winning horses left and right, as well as food, treasure, and fine silks, and you were delighted to meet truly strong people, ones you could test your strength against.

-Many were eager to find out if your legends were true, if you were undefeatable, many were cocky and quickly learned that your legends were completely true, as you beat them left and right, making it look easy!!

-Despite getting to challenge warriors from all over the world and from all points in history, you quickly grew bored with these weaklings that kept trying to challenge you, day after day, wanting you for their own, but your stipulations remained intact, if they wanted the chance to court you, they needed to beat you and so far, none were worthy to do so.

-That is, until you met (Love) who just seemed to radiate power, power that quickly caught your interest and you could feel your pulse rushing as he came, seeking you out, as he was curious if your strength was really all that.

-You cracked your knuckles, giving him a flirty wink, “If you beat me you can date me.” While surprised at your arrogance in your skills, he agreed, wanting to test himself.

-Was stunned, staring up at the sky as you bent over him, hands on your hips, huffing lightly. He didn’t win, but he sure as hell gave you a workout, more than anyone ever had in your whole life, alive or dead. You beamed down at him, “That was fun! Wanna go again?” he groaned as he sat up, feeling achy and stiff all over, “You’re inhuman, I hope you know that.” You weren’t bothered, “I just know what I want, and I want someone who can beat me- that proves that they’re strong.” He grinned up at you, taking your hand as you spoke, “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat and drink- you can try again tomorrow.” Despite the pain he felt, he wanted to try again, feeling drawn to you.

-Ares, Kojiro, Jack, Hermes, and Loki

-He couldn’t believe it, he had lost! He was one of the strongest warriors in Valhalla and he lost to a maiden of all things!! You beamed as you offered your hands to help him up, banged and bruised but grinning as you had finally gotten what you wanted, a match that made you work for the win! He took your hands after seeing the gesture and you easily pulled him to his feet, “You’re the closest anyone has ever gotten! You’re pretty strong!” he felt a bit flattered at your praise because you meant every word of what you had said. He ached, but in a good way, as you gave him what he also wanted, someone who could stand up to him for more than a few seconds. The two of you ended up going out for food and drinks, not a date, as you asked him to fight you again tomorrow and he grinned at your enthusiasm. You truly were unlike any woman he had ever met before and he didn’t want to let you go.

-Buddha, Thor, Lu Bu, Poseidon, Hades, and Odin

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror ares #ror kojiro sasaki #ror jack the ripper #ror hermes #ror loki #ror buddha #ror thor #ror lu bu #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror odin

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justcressida · 7 months

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Hiiii I hope you have nice day, this is my first request, can you write ror with eris reader from 'kill the villainess' ?Love your blog btw♡~♡

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- DEAR MORTAL

"I don't want to get affectionate even as time passes."

Record Of Ragnarok X Eris Mizermillan! Reader

Note: Thank you my love <3 Please write the characters you want from now on, I'm having a hard time choosing a character 🥺 Thank you for the request

Thor

In the whole process you went through from your birth to your death, your execution at a young age, your anger, your deception and your jealousy.

Each one was a fake imitation of emotion. Just like your mother, you have always been in a 'depression' since the moment you were born. But unlike your mother, you were abandoned.

A cold heart, far from compassion. An emotionless mind. Your only desire was death, and Ragnarok did not please you at all. Side with the Gods just to die? Well, people's views are always easy to change.

A few minutes before your execution, didn't the people who admired you want your death with a little provocation? Humanity is not worth living.

Having similar minds with Thor was the first reason you approached each other. Maybe not in terms of appearance, but your poor heart trembled as you compared him to Anakin.

Needless to say, Thor isn't easy to get attached to, but he's quick to adopt.

Too bad, Thor wasn't Anakin and you were just a human. But somehow you enjoyed each other's silence. Sometimes it doesn't take years to get to know someone.

In the beginning, you were just a friend, then his heart started racing with his chest for you when he heard about your existence.

He didn't know what to do, until Loki made fun of his 'little love'.

Is it love? A foreign but wistful expression for a man who for a long time fought only war. However, he quickly accepted it, he actually quite likes this feeling blooming in his heart.

The softening of your cold expression, the excitement reflected on your beautiful face when you talk about the things you enjoy, your facial expressions, your looks... He couldn't fall in love with anyone else but you anyway.

I don't need to talk, Thor is your personal bodyguard and is ready to fight to the death anyone who comes near you. Especially with that bastard Prince.

A strange lover who sometimes does very strange things. But as a result you couldn't think of being with anyone else

#record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #ror thor #snv thor #ror thor x reader #snv thor x reader

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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haiiii!!

ok so I hope this is not to much but can you mix the two fandoms of pirates of the Caribbean and record of ragnarok but here’s what u want the plot to be like and you can changed it if you like bc this was like the biggest brainstorm I ever had but anyways so the reader is married to William turner but the reader is also fighting for the humans . Most of her/his comrades ( Nikola Tesla, Raiden, Qin, and the other campions on the humans side expect for Adam that knows the reader married but doesn’t know who till the end ) has feelings for them and so does the gods (Poseidon, hades, Thor, hermes, Heracles, and the other campions for the gods side) they have been trying to court the reader cus why not 🤭and the day before the ragnarok officially begins the gods and humans are eating dinner together but sitting in separate tables for obvious reasons, brunhilde surprises the reader by bringing her/his husband (William turner) ( but if you don’t know which movie to follow the plot like this like when William becomes the captain of the Flying Dutchman) you know the reader and William has there reunion like you know them being dramatic the reader runs into Williams arms as he spins her around and kisses her lovingly while tears of joy stream downs there face due to being apart for ten years the gods and humans are shocked and a little heart broken , and like they start asking questions the readers answers and you can do the rest on your own if you like cus that’s all I thought about for the past 15 mins but anyways sorry if this is to much :3

A/N: I decided to write for three humans, if you want any Gods, you can send in a request when my inbox re-opens. Enjoy!

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🦅 Lü Bu had admired your strength for quite a while now

🦅 You were once known as a fearsome pirate that traveled with the once prideful Captain Jack Sparrow, but nobody knew how much your life changed after meeting William Turner

🦅 Lü Bu loved to challenge anybody he deemed worthy to fight, and you were one of the rare few that could give him a bite back

🦅 You could say his admiration evolved into slight, slight, feelings for you, as he never really allowed himself to think of anything outside of battle or friendship

🦅 He was sitting beside his fellow human fighters when he heard Goll shriek in happiness, to which everyone in the area reacted

🦅 A young male stood beside you as he laughed at Goll's antics, that was when he discovered what happened to you after your journey aboard the seas

" Everyone, this is my husband, Captain of the Flying Dutchman, William Turner! Will, these are my fellow fighters. "

🦅 Lü Bu felt his heart tug at the sides, he had no idea you were married, and thankfully, he didn't act on his feelings, as that would make him feel like the biggest piece of crap in Valhalla

🦅 Unlike others, Lü Bu could push his feelings aside like nothing, so when you introduced your husband to your friend, it wasn't hard for him to get along with Will

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🩸 Jack admired you not just for your strength, but for your personality

🩸 You shined a color he had never seen before, at least one he hadn't seen so strongly and so openly

🩸 As a true English gentleman, Jack did not wish to court you without your permission, and he planned after dinner that night, he would ask for your permission

🩸 Jack watched as Brunhilde brought in a young man wearing an old-fashioned pirate outfit, and his eyes widened slightly as you ran up and let him twirl you around before dipping you in for a kiss

🩸 And that kiss hurt his heart so much

🩸 William flushed when he noticed how many people were in the room, to which you laughed and introduced him to everyone there

🩸 Jack knew he wasn't the only admirer of you, but others took the news far better than him

🩸 He's good at masking his feelings, so watching as you happily sit by your husband while speaking to Jack and the others was a time that nobody could tell he was feeling quite down

🩸 William did though. And when he confronted him about it, Jack just answered him honestly, and William accepted it

🩸 Will knew you had these admirers, and he understood why, and since Jack had treated you and him so respectively, despite the hard hit, William just gave him the best advice he could

🩸 Jack watched as he walked away with you, and he couldn't lie

🩸 You and William deserved each other, and while Jack knew you wouldn't feel the same about him, being your friend and ally was a place he could stay and be happy

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🥊 Not gonna lie, Raiden reminded you of Jack Sparrow, a lot

🥊 From the way his determination and arrogance clouded his judgement and led to quite a few people knocking him down a few pegs, it just reminded you of the man you considered to be a brother so much

🥊 Raiden had romantic feelings for you ever since he had first seen you fight against Sasaki Kojiro during a practice session

🥊 The way you held yourself was something he admired and because of that, it evolved into something far more serious

🥊 He leaned back in his chair, and when he saw the kiss you and William shared that night, it made him sit up and ask who he was, along with others, but he was a main person to get a hint angry

🥊 Why did he not realize you were married?

🥊 William was very respectful towards you, and Raiden couldn't help but compare himself to the young captain

🥊 You loved the way he talked to gently and with so much passion for his crew and job, despite the long time he was forced to stay away from you

🥊 After dinner, Raiden sat awake and pondered why he felt this way. And when he realized why, it broke his heart, but, unlike certain people, he pushed his feelings to the front lines and he hid himself away for hours on end

🥊 Once he finally processed everything, he got along with Will surprisingly well, and while his feelings for you may never truly fade away, if this guy makes you happy, it's worth every minute

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roguerambles · 1 year

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Victory Round

Record of Ragnarok - Thor x Male!Reader

Warnings - 18+Only. NSFW. Adult Situations.

Victor of the first round, makes sense he’d be Reader’s first stop, yeah? :D Who shall be next, I wonder...?

“Lower.”

Thor grunted to the attendants, humming slightly as they doubled their efforts to massage his naked back. He was on his front, laid across a long table, only a towel covering his lower body. The room smelled of incense and wine, the healers Forseti had sent to tend to him following the match insisting it would quicken his recover.

Thor did not think any of the fuss was necessary, but Forseti had been quite insistent, and Thor had learned long ago that when it came to Forseti, it was best to simply let things run their course.

Besides, the wine was good, the incense was soothing, and the healers were both skilled and nice to look at. And after securing the Heavens their first victory in Ragnarok, he supposed he could stand being pampered a little.

The door to his chambers opened, and Thor heard a low voice murmuring to the attendants. Hands pulled away from him, and the God of Thunder grumbled quietly to himself, a little too relaxed to lift his head.

“What is it now, Forseti?” He asked, tilting his head to see the attendants scurrying from the room, causing him to frown. “If you are here to ask if I am enjoying the wine, I’d enjoy it a lot more if—oh….”

Hands dug into the muscle of his back, hard and precise, and Thor momentarily lost his voice as skilled fingers ran down his flesh, seeking out every knot and piece of tension they could find.

“Ohhhhhh…”

Thor couldn’t stop the deep, rumbling groan deep in his throat as he fell forwards, briefly surrendering to the masterful hands caressing his battle-worn body. He heard a soft chuckle, followed by a pair of thighs – strong, lovely ones from the feel of them - sling over the back of his waist, palms stroking surely down his lower body.

“Whatever Forseti is paying you…” Thor muttered, hissing slightly as another knot he hadn’t realised he had dissolved under skilful fingers. “…I’ll pay double if you come work for me.”

Laughter chimed above him, warm and playful, washing over him like warm, gentle rain. “I don’t work for anyone, sorry.” Lips brushed against the shell of his ear, voice warm as honey. “There are a lot of things I could be persuaded to do for free, however…”

Thor lifted his head, eyebrows quirking slightly upward as he glanced up to meet your grinning face.

“…a son of Aphrodite.” His lips curved into a small smirk. He recognised you from the arena, watching him with naked admiration. “What an unexpected pleasure.”

You scoffed playfully. “Unexpected? I doubt it. A pleasure?” Your eyes – pretty as the rest of you – flashed heatedly, your fingers reaching up to toy with a strand of his long hair. “It certainly could be.”

“I could throw you out for sneaking in here.”

“You could.” You looked pleased. “I don’t think you want to, though.”

“Hmph.”

Thor shifted and moved onto his back, unable to help the smug sense of satisfaction warming in his chest as your eyes greedily ran over his bare torso. He chuckled slightly as your fingers began to trail over his chest, a pleased hum in the back of his throat.

“A token of your victory?” You asked, fingertips softly brushing over the long, thin scar running from his shoulder to the centre of his chest. “The healers could not fix it?”

“I did not wish them to.” Thor watched the way your tongue flickered against your lower lip, your eyes drinking him in hungrily, a slow heat beginning to burn deep in his belly. “Lu Bu was a formidable opponent. I’ll wear the scar he gave me with pride.”

You smiled, your face lighting up, handsome in a way that most mortal wrote poetry about, that gods fought wars over. “For Lu Bu, then.” You leaned down to press your lips against his scar, and Thor’s mind immediately conjured images of your mouth in other places.

He reached up to grasp your waist, his hand slowly roaming downwards, feeling the smooth warmth of your muscles beneath the sheer silk you wore. You shivered and gasped softly as his hand reached around your hip to grab at your rear, your hips arching down and grinding into his own. Fire licked at his insides at your reaction, steadily building, stoking the heat in his blood since his battle in the arena. Only the thin fabric of your outfit and the towel over his waist between you both.

“For Lu Bu.” Thor echoed, pushing himself up towards you. Your hands stroked over his chest and shoulders, reaching up to tangle in his hair.

“And you, Lord Thor.” You murmured, lips grazing his jaw, chest rubbing lightly against his. “The Arena’s first Champion should be celebrated, yes?”

There was nothing sweeter than sex in the aftermath of a truly satisfying fight with a worthy foe, and the thought of you naked and writhing in his bed was appealing enough already. He squeezed your rear again, his other hand coming to run up your back.

“Take off your clothes.”

You grinned at him, bright and hungry, playfully stroking his jawline as you leaned back. Your golden bracelets caught the light, highlighting the tempting flashes of bare skin. “Do it for me.”

Thor normally preferred to be the one giving instruction, but this time he was happy to oblige. He reached for your loose tunic, yanking it roughly open, only for you to suddenly slip from his grasp, sliding gracefully to your feet beside the table. You stretched slowly, your torn tunic sliding from your shoulders, only your silky loose pants in the way.

Thor pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the table, tossing his towel aside. Your eyes immediately dropped below his waist, and Thor so no point trying to hide his arousal now. “Come here.”

You grinned coyly. “Come get me.”

He was going to enjoy you, he thought, feeling a smirk tug at his lips as he slowly followed you as you darted towards his bedroom.

Thor seemed even more big up close.

You fell backwards into the pile of furs, grinning up at him as he approached, letting your eyes roam over his deliciously naked form. His shoulders were exquisitely broad, arms and torso and thighs thick with powerful muscle, his length—sweet merciful Fates.

The corners of his lips tugged upwards in the slightest of smirks as he caught your gaze, before his large, large hand snapped downwards to grab your ankle. He yanked you roughly towards the edge of the bed, so easily you might as well have weighed nothing at all, leaning down to pin you underneath his broad chest, arms on either side of you.

“Take those off.” His eyes – dark and strange and burning hot with desire – trailed over your body, stopping at your loose pants. You laughed, breathless with lust, before reaching for the string, slowly unlacing it and pulling it away from your body. His eyes flickered back to meet your gaze, his fingers digging into the bed beneath you as you kicked your pants away, leaving you completely bare underneath him, save your ornaments around your wrists and ankles.

“Well…?” You licked your lips, reaching up to run your palm up his chest, nearly quivering with excitement at the sheer power you could feel radiating under his skin. “Do I please you, Lord Thor…?”

Thor’s gaze was intense, but there was no mistaking the hungry look in his eye. His smirk grew ever so slightly. “We shall see.”

Tease.

You shot upwards, pressing your lips to his. He was still for a moment, possibly from surprise, before a low, rumbling sound came from deep in his throat, like the sound of distant thunder. His mouth opened, his tongue lashing out to meet yours. You moaned, fingers reaching to tangle in his long hair, and Thor chuckled, low and deep, the noise vibrating in his chest.

His hand slid over your thigh, grasping firm around your waist, and in a single, smooth motion flipped you around, pushing you onto your front. You scrambled briefly, the furs tickling your bare skin, fingers digging in as Thor’s hands gripped your hips, lifting them sharply upwards.

“Hey, give me some warning—oh sweet Eros—” You cried out as Thor hard flesh pressed against your entrance, a spike of blazing lust searing through your belly as you bucked uncontrollably underneath him. Thor chuckled above you, his powerful thighs pressing against your backside, his rough, strong hands sliding over your hips to grasp at your own length.

“Fuck—!” You writhed and pushed your hips back in his grip, but the God of Thunder held you firmly in place, his lips coming to brush at your ear, his warm breath kissing your skin.

“…you came prepared.” He murmured, an undercurrent of heat in his tone. His fingers stroked and teased, and your vision swam as you struggled to form coherent words.

“Optimistic.” You choked out, wriggling under his hands. “Thor…Lord…Thor…ah…!” His lips trailed along your neck, over your shoulder, lingering kisses between your shoulder blades. “Ah…! Please…please, don’t—don’t stop—!”

Thor’s slow, agonising movements halted briefly. You felt more than heard a sharp intake of breath, his massive body pressing firmer into yours.

“You beg well.” His voice was low, filled with fire and lightning, thick with want. “Do it again.”

You could feel him pressing further against you, a hard promise that made your body quiver with anticipation, heat coiling in your belly. “Fuck me.” You panted, arching your back. “Please, please, Thor, I want it, I want you inside me so, so bad—”

Thor growled something you couldn’t quite make out, blood thundering in your ears, then his hands roughly yanked you backwards, his hips slammed forward, and the world dissolved into a sweet, red haze as heat flared deep within you.

“A-aaahhhhhhh….!”

A strangled moan spilled from your lips, fire pulsing through your veins, snapping your hips back in time with Thor’s – one, two, three, fuck, yes, yes – until his hips were slamming into you, over and over, his fingers digging into your waist.

“Thor—!” His name was all you could grasp, pleasure, burning, blinding, white hot crashing over you, blocking out everything that wasn’t his glorious body pressing down on yours, his sure, powerful thrusts driving him deeper, deeper—

The God of Thunder groaned, chest heaving, pulling you back against him as though he couldn’t get you close enough. “Again.” He growled through gritted teeth, the muscles of his abdomen flexing and contracting against your back. “Call my name again.”

“Thor.” You panted his name through gasps and moans, a deep root of fiery heat blooming low in your gut, rapidly spreading outwards. “Thor, Thor…fuck, fuck Thor, yes, Thor…!”

“Yes…!” Thor hissed, his movements becoming erratic. You clawed at the furs beneath you, you grip on reality being eroded by pleasure. “Yes…!”

“Thor…!”

“Yes….yes…!”

Your orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, setting fire to every nerve and sending you shouting over the edge, body shaking and writhing under Thor’s hands. The God of Thunder grunted and groaned, his thrusts stuttering before whipping his head back, long hair spilling over his shoulders as he roared with pleasure, the room vibrating with the sound.

You slumped onto the bed, breathless, body slick and aching deliciously. Thor panted softly, bending down to press his lips against the back of your neck. His hands ran slowly up and down your sides, his touch soft and gentler than you would have expected from the God of Thunder.

The surprising tenderness made you purr softly, something that seemed to amuse the larger god. His lips formed that same small smirk, and you twisted slightly in his grip, leaning up to kiss him, fingers stroking lightly at his jaw. Thor made a pleased sound deep in his chest, his palm rubbing over your hip and down to your—

“Lord Thor, I do apologize! Someone sent the healers away—AHHHHHHHHH!”

You startled underneath Thor, while he groaned and pressed his head between your shoulder blades. “Forseti.” He growled lowly, voice as dark as a storm cloud. “Not. Now.”

You peeked over Thor’s massive shoulder. You vaguely recognised the bespectacled deity cheering for Thor during Round One, although his face had been less red then. His hands hovered over his face, eyes darting around wildly, clearly unsure where to look.

“I…I…I’m so sorry…! I didn’t…I mean…I had no…Lord Thor, you are bleeding!”

Forseti practically shrieked towards the end of his sentence, and you glanced at Thor in confusion. Indeed, the wound on his chest was oozing blood, and Thor followed your gaze, the faintest frown touching his mouth.

“Oh.” You blinked rapidly, turning your head back towards Forseti, suddenly feeling rather sheepish. “I’m sorry. We…didn’t notice.”

Forseti shook himself, concern for his idol seemingly overpowering his embarrassment. “Lord…Lord Thor is supposed to be recuperating!” He snatched your pants from the ground and tossed them in your direction – they flew off the side, presumably because Forseti wouldn’t look at you. “Please leave!”

Thor’s frown slightly deepened. “He stays here.”

“The healers must tend to you! You can’t…you can’t do that!”

You could feel irritation begin to radiate from Thor, and, somewhat mournfully, you began to wriggle out from under him. “It’s alright.” You leaned up to kiss the corner of his lips. “I’ll come back later.”

Thor’s hand came to rest on your hip, fingers stroking along your lower back. “Stay.” He repeated, tugging you against him. Your breath hitched as you felt him already stirring against you once more. “I am not through with you.”

Forseti squeaked, looking mortified and close to fleeing the room. You shook your head, barely resisting the desire to climb into Thor’s lap. You settled for kissing him again, murmuring softly as you stroked his jawline.

“If that was you performing with an injury…” You pulled back, flashing a coy grin. “…I can’t wait to experience you at full strength.”

“Hmph.” Thor’s lips curved slightly upwards, although he still looked dissatisfied. You slid from the bed on somewhat unsteady legs, which seemed to please him, however.

Smug bastard.

“Yes, fine!” Forseti waved his arms, gesturing near frantically at the door. “Just…go, please! And put some clothes on!”

“Do no such thing.” Thor spoke over Forseti, eyes roaming slowly over you as you picked up your scattered clothes. “I prefer you like this.”

“Lord Thor—!”

You laughed, grinning playfully as you hung your clothes over your arm, taking your time as you walked towards the door. Thor’s gaze followed you, and you waved cheerily as the healers quietly ushered back into the room, Forseti fluttering around like a trapped bird.

“Really, Lord Thor, this was most inconsiderate of him! You are injured! This…he….strenuous activities should be avoided until—”

“Once the healers deem me fully recovered…” Thor interrupted Forseti, his voice rumbling behind in a way that allowed no argument. “…he is to be given full access to my chambers.”

You grinned as the door slid shut behind you, stretching your arms over your head with a pleased groan. You glanced around, listening as the faint sounds of the crowd’s distant roar trickled into your ear.

It seemed Round Two was about to begin.

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A Glorious Culmination

Let's talk about that perfect ending with its beautiful scenes and epic soundtrack, shall we? Here's all the reasons why I loved it:

The ending answered the question "what makes a Loki, Loki?"

"Authority, independence, style". Sure, but that's not all of it. And it's not the real answer.

So who is Loki? A villain? A loser? What defines Loki?

There are many characteristics that define Loki but one of the main ones that truly sets him apart imo is that he is a catalyst for change. Loki when faced with options he doesn't like, or a problem that looks like doesn't have a solution, makes a new way, creates a new solution, chooses an option that didn't exist before.

He has the power to destroy, like the mythological tale of Ragnarok.

And to give life. Like how the Ragnarok he brings, means the beginning of a new cycle in Norse mythology.

-"Yeah it was the best character development. Loki went from wanting a throne to..."

Let me stop you there.

Loki went from not wanting a throne but thinking he must have it to be considered worthy and an equal to Thor, to taking a throne despite not wanting it, because it was the right thing to do.

The fact that Loki sacrificed himself once again for the people he loved and cared about, wasn't a new character development. In the movies Loki risks and sacrifices himself every time when it matters. For Thor, for Asgard, for the world. The only development here was that this time he sacrificed himself for every universe there is.

And his sacrifice wasn't treated as sth he deserved by the narrative because of every terrible things he'd done. On the contrary the narrative acknowledges that this is the last thing Loki deserves. That he is paying for others' mistakes and wrongs. He spends centuries to save the timelines. He spends a long time trying to stop Sylvie without harming her. And when everything seems lost, he makes a decision to save everyone but himself, he creates a different path. He faces his deepest fear, to not hurt the people he loves.

If there is any character development, it's for the narrative and the audience that finally recognized who Loki actually is.

The Symbolism

I have to say my first reaction to the new Loki costume was:" This is the worst Loki costume ever :))))" also me two days later: "I'm gonna set it as my wallpaper." But I loved the symbolism. The biggest horns Loki's ever worn to show the weight of the crown. His cape that was connected to timelines, to show the burden of a throne. The simplicity in his clothes in contrast with his other outfits. Because this wasn't about the recognition Loki always wanted and deserved. This was about the responsibility Loki decided to literally put on his shoulders and feeling the gravity of it.

His shoes though :)))) I mean

Either let him be bare footed or give him boots you cowards :D

The Parallels

The fact that how the ending parallels the first Thor movie and everything came back full circle.

How Thor and Loki destroyed sth at the cost of themselves losing the people they cared about.

Loki doing sth not because of a desperation for acceptance, not because he thought it was sth someone else wanted.

Knowing if he chose the easier way, no one could have fault him for it because it seemed there was no other way.

He did it because he knew it was the right thing to do, because he knew who he wanted to be.

Loki not giving up, not letting go, not falling down from a broken bridge, but ascending, holding on as he fixes what's broken.

He holds and carries the whole universe on his back. It's not only a beautiful Atlassian tragedy, but also parallels Norse mythology in more than one way. Yggdrasil, the tree of life in Norse mythology, the one that Loki holds in his hands in the finale, wasn't the only parallel in the ending.

There's a subtle and beautiful nod to Norse mythology. The tale of Loki being bound till Ragnarok. The myth that says when Loki gets freed, the end of the world begins.

What a marvelous tragedy. And what a glorious culmination.

It's not all tragic though

Loki now is literally the most powerful and heroic character in MCU. He's holding the universe in his hands and keeping it alive. You can't top that.

And it makes his portrayal in the recent movies in which he was unfairly underpowered, even more ridiculous than before and that makes me happy :D

There is also a possibility to see Loki again and I'm not talking about the other variants. Marvel now has the best dues ex machina through Loki. He might be able to appear in any universe as an illusion to warn about dangers or help the characters. He might figure out a way to keep the tree alive without being there himself. That way he can find Thor in the sacred timeline. Or maybe the Loki who survived Thanos and is still in the sacred timeline finds Thor. Maybe there's still hope for a good reconciliation and a good story for Asgardian siblings.

So to sump up this was an epic, symbolic, beautiful and tragic ending. And yet hopeful. I loved it💚

#anyone else was reminded of Elsa when Loki created those stairs? :D #loki never wanted a throne #had to include it because everyone's going with this take and it starts to get on my nerves #just look through the tag if you disagree with me #a lot of people has written metas about it #loki 2x06 #loki s02e06 #loki #loki series #loki tv show #loki s2 positivity #loki gif #thor #thor1 #norse mythology #yggdrasil

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