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m-jelly · 2 months

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Can I request a fix for Levi with a single parent!reader? Like reader and Levi are very close and are together, but Levi doesn't know they have a child, and no one but Erwin knows that the reader has a kid out there for one reason or another (up to you). So one day, Levi somehow finds out and meets their kid and notices how polite, well behaved and protective they are of the reader, and they absolutely love and adore Levi. Also maybe a sprinkle of the other vets and the 104th here and there? I hope my request isn't too much for you😅💕

Thank u a whole lot, and I absolutely adore your content❤

I'm going to change this request a bit because I don't know how the reader can keep a child secret from Levi while they're a couple. Plus, keeping a kid secret from your partner if you've been together as a couple is not the best way to start a relationship, because it starts with a lie? So, Levi knows there is a kid, he just hasn't met them yet.

Polite little man

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, Mum reader, little boy, meeting the kid, established couple, sheriff Levi.

Levi and you have been dating for just over a month now and it is very serious. So, it's time to meet your son, Bjorn. Bjorn is a cute four-year-old with bright eyes, a big brain, a big heart and very polite. Levi and your son click right away with each other and have a wonderful playdate together.

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You knelt before Bjorn and helped him with his little outfit. He had cute trousers on, a smart shirt and an adorable jumper over. "There, all fixed."

Bjorn sighed. "Mummy, will he like?"

You cupped his cubby cheeks and kissed the end of his nose. "Levi will love your outfit. He'll think you look like a distinguished gentleman."

Bjorn giggled. "Thank you, Mummy."

You hummed a laugh. "You ready to go to the meeting spot?"

"Yes, Mummy."

You stood up and helped him put on his backpack. "You want me to put your shoes on?"

He hurried over to the shoes. "I can, mummy."

You put yours on and unlocked the front door. You smiled as he raced outside to the white picket fence gate and waited for you. You locked the door and walked over to him only to see Sasha, your neighbour, racing outside to see Bjorn and you.

Sasha waved to you and called your name. "Morning!"

You smiled sweetly and waved back. "Morning."

She leapt over your fence and jogged over. "Where you going? Am I not babysitting today?"

You shook your head. "Nope, today Bjorn is meeting Levi. So, Bjorn is coming with me."

"Oh, that's exciting for you Bjorn." She crouched down. "And look at you, you look so cool."

Bjorn gripped his jumper. "I am dressed to impress, like mummy says."

You laughed. "He's so cute."

Sasha smiled. "Bjorn? Levi will love you. You're a cool little guy and so smart. You've got this."

Bjorn grinned. "Thank you."

You reached over and took your son's hand. "Come on, little man. We can't be late."

"Bye-bye."

The two of you walked through your quiet and nice little town to the station to see Sheriff Levi, your boyfriend. The plan was you'd meet him at the station so Bjorn could see him in his uniform and his workplace, then you'd all go together on a fun outing.

You waved to Eren behind the welcome desk. "Morning, Eren. You on reception duty this morning?"

Eren smiled at you. "I am, yeah. I don't mind it, means I get to talk to people."

"That's good!"

He looked over his desk. "Who's this?"

You looked down at Bjorn. "This is my son, Bjorn. Say hello."

Bjorn gripped your hand. "Good morning, Mr."

Eren smiled. "Good morning to you too."

You pointed away. "We're off to see Levi, so I'll see you soon."

"Sure!"

You pulled Bjorn along and through the station until you reached Levi's office. "Okay, my little man, this is Levi's office. Do you want to knock?"

Bjorn nodded. "Please."

He lightly knocked and heard Levi's deep welcoming voice. Bjorn reached up and moved the handle. He pushed the door with your help and slipped inside. He stood there and held his little breath as he stared at Levi behind his desk in his sheriff uniform. He wasn't scared of Levi, but amazed and interested.

"Wow." His little voice caused Levi to look up. Bjorn looked at you as you stepped into the room, then back at Levi. "G-Good morning, Mr. I am Bjorn. I am four and a half years old and I love my mummy, woodland animals, bunnies and water!"

Levi walked over to him. "Good morning to you too, Bjorn." He knelt and offered his hand. "I am Sheriff Levi Ackerman. I am twenty six years old. I also love your mummy very much, as well as tea, the woods, bunnies and the ocean."

Bjorn shook Levi's hand. "Mummy is the best. I want mummy to smile all the time and be happny."

Levi smiled at how protective Bjorn was. "Of course, me too." He looked over Bjorn's outfit. "I love your outfit, did you pick that out?"

"Yes. The jumper has a bunny on it."

Levi chuckled. "I can see that, I like it."

Bjorn looked at you. "Mummy? I like him."

You blushed. "I'm glad. I love him a lot."

Bjorn turned to Levi. "You may kiss and hug my mummy."

Levi stood up and approached you. "Well?"

You wrapped your arms around Levi and hugged him as you giggled. "Happy to hug you." You pulled back a bit and kissed him. You whispered to him. "You're doing amazing."

Levi sighed. "I'm glad. I like him, he's so cute."

"He's the best." You pulled back and smiled at Bjorn. "You ready to go?"

Bjorn nodded. "Mm, I'm hungry, mummy. May I have something to eat?"

Levi ruffled Bjorn's hair. "We'll go to a nice diner. You can eat anything you want."

Bjorn's eyes sparkled. "Thank you!"

Levi picked up his sheriff's hat. "You want to wear my hat?"

"May I?" Bjorn bounced up and down. "Please, Mr."

Levi put his hat on Bjorn's head. "Perfect."

You giggled when you saw how big it was. "Looks cute."

Bjorn gripped his hat and looked up at you with a bright smile. "I love this."

"That's cute, Bjorn."

Bjorn held your hand and reached for Levi's "Let's go."

Levi took Bjorn's hand with a gentle smile. He walked with you outside and slowly relaxed. Levi noticed Erwin was doing his mayoral rounds, so he waved over to him. "Morning, Erwin."

Erwin waved. "Morning. Oh! If it isn't my favourite little man. Morning, Bjorn."

Bjorn grinned. "Morning, Mr mayor!" He looked up at Levi. "May I be picked up?"

Levi felt honoured. "Of course." He picked Bjorn up and sat him on his shoulders. "Hold onto my head, okay?"

Bjorn did as Levi asked. "Okay. So high!"

Levi held your son's little legs to keep him safe. "Fun, right?"

He giggled. "Yes! Thank you."

You reached over and lightly gripped Levi's upper arm. You all walked over to the local diner. You thought about what to eat and the next meet up you could have. You were thinking the next time Levi could come over and see what it's like looking after Bjorn with you.

Levi sat Bjorn in a little seat before taking his hat off. "Because you are such a distinguished little gentleman, I will take your hat off for you."

Bjorn smiled. "Hats off indoors."

"You're so polite." He chuckled and pulled you close. "After you, my beautiful love."

You squeaked as he kissed you and then let you get into your seat. You were next to Bjorn, just in case he needed help and you appreciate that Levi did that for you. You showed Bjorn the menu and talked him through what there was.

You smiled sweetly at him. "Want to share a hotdog and fries with mummy?"

Bjorn nodded. "Yes, please."

Levi closed his menu. "Are you sure?"

You smiled at Levi. "The hotdogs are huge here, I could never finish it by myself. I can eat like two thirds of it."

He hummed in thought. "You're right." He placed the orders and then hugged you close. "You're so beautiful."

You blushed. "Thank you, handsome."

You kissed Levi and then chatted as a little group. It brought you so much joy to see Bjorn and Levi getting on so well. Levi was making your son laugh so much with his silly jokes. You really felt like the three of you could be a family and that's all you ever wanted.

Levi adored you so much and he thought Bjorn was wonderful. Levi had been so nervous to meet Bjorn after hearing so much about him. The love he had for you was so strong that he was going to make you his forever love. So, getting along with Bjorn was so important. Bjorn was such a wonderful kid that they got on so naturally. All worries just washed away.

After eating, Bjorn was struggling to stay awake now he was full. You cleaned his little face and hummed a bit. "We should head home."

Levi smiled. "Want me to carry him?"

You smiled back. "If you don't mind. It'll be another bonding thing for you two."

Levi lifted Bjorn up and held him close. "I got you, little buddy."

Bjorn whined and gripped Levi's shirt. "Thank you, daddy Levi."

Levi tensed up a bit, it surprised him to hear that and yet he loved it. "You're welcome." He walked with you and whispered. "He called me daddy."

You giggled at the bright look in Levi's eyes. "I was nervous about today, but it's got incredibly well. Bjorn and you got on like you were actually father and son. Sorry, if that makes you uncomfortable."

"It doesn't, it makes me happy. We've talked about what we want in life and this relationship. We both want marriage and kids." He blushed. "I want you."

You leaned over and kissed him. "I want you too, Levi."

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Lesson Twenty

Loki languishes in the hospital, accepting your impending fate as he awaits news about your condition.

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

It was all Loki could do to scoop your limp body into his arms, holding it fast to his chest as he rocked back and forth, nearly biting his lip clean off to hold back from openly weeping in front of Brunnhilde and The Flock.

Maria leapt into Jonah-Bjorn’s arms as he began to sob. The King snarled in anger.

“Shut UP! Neither of you deserves this,” she growled, taking her dagger and throwing it at the couple, landing in the wall just behind Jonah-Bjorn’s left side. “Get out and get an ambulance, damn you!”

The pair froze, looking as if every emotion conceivable was passing through their brains at one moment.

“It’s too late,” Loki muttered almost inaudibly, as if admitting it any louder would make it more devastating. He was breaking. “She isn’t stirring.”

“Look, you pair of ingrates: this woman just died for you! The least you could do is get help,” Brunnhilde demanded, her rage close to boiling over.

For the sake of self-preservation, Jonah-Bjorn helped Maria to her feet. “L…let’s just do as she says,” he stuttered. Maria quickly scooped the crying baby into her arms, and the pair evacuated the room to go seek authorities. “And while you’re at it, tell your Flock friends that it’s all over!” called the King after them.

She turned around after chasing them away to find that Loki hadn’t been able to hold back silent tears, only now concealed because he had buried his face in your neck to stifle the cries, and to get one last whiff of the scent of your hair.

“If I never agreed to teach her--”

“--she’d been dead eleven months ago,” mumbled the King, kneeling down beside Loki as he continued to cradle you in his lap. “She chose to do this. I would’ve preferred we fight, but--”

“--but hy did she have to do this? I never meant for this to happen,” Loki sighed, looking down at your face, brushing a tuft of hair away from your brow. He bent down to press his forehead to yours. “You stupid, beautiful, amazing woman…” he whispered before cutting himself off.

Something was different. Off. You weren’t turning cold or stiff.

Loki laid the back of his hand against your cheek. Still soft and warm, if not a little hot.

His lip trembled in nervous hope. “Brunnhilde…get a piece of glass,” he said quickly.

“What?” she asked.

“From anywhere! A small piece of glass!”

She scowled and grunted at being ordered, but the occasion didn;t call for petty squabbles, so she got up and left the room. A moment later, there was the sound of breaking glass, and a moment later, she returned, hanging Loki a shard of mirror.

He held it underneath your nose, and let out an “oh!” as he saw the faint puff of exhalation briefly paint the glass before rolling away.

“She’s alive! Brunnhilde, go make sure they bring help in a hurry!” Loki began breathing quickly as the King’s mouth fell open.

“She’s breathing?”

“Barely,” Loki replied. “We could still lose her! Please, go! Hurry!”

As the King bolted from the room again, Loki bent over and whispered into your ear. “Hold on, Y/N…”

Hours later, Loki sat at your bedside, where you were hooked up to tubes, monitors, and drips, unconscious but stable in the hospital. Your heart rate was disturbingly low, but it was beating, and it was getting the job done. You were still as stone.

Brunnhilde was leaning against the window, legs crossed and arms folded as usual, as the doctor explained to the best of his ability what had happened to you.

He was a youthful, blonde man with tortoiseshell glasses and buck teeth. “It’s as if all of the energy her body needs to function was sucked out of her, save for just enough to keep her brain working the bare minimum, to keep her heart beating the weakest it can while still pumping. She is unconscious because she doesn’t have the strength left to open her eyes.”

“Will she live?” asked Loki, gritting his teeth impatiently.

“Yes,” the doctor replied, looking more than a little intimidated by the god’s presence. “But it may take a very long time for her body to recuperate its strength, even with the feeding tube we’ve given her.”

Loki sniffed. “How long, exactly?”

“There’s no way to tell, sir,” the doctor continued. “It may be as long as a week before she has enough strength to open her eyes. Perhaps two before she can speak and sit up. However, I wouldn’t expect her to walk again without aid before Christmas.”

The King gave Loki a concerned glance, and the two of them knew that they shared the same worry: the test. You would need every ounce of your physical ability to pass, and here you were nearly dead, with your best hope being at the point where you’d be waking with a cane by the time S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived.

It appears, unless they relent, we’re both dead now, my love, Loki thought. There was no way you could even submit yourself to an exam. The game was lost. December 31st was all but certainly his and your execution date now.

He refused to leave your side, even as the King returned to New Asgard to celebrations and gratitude from the people that lasted days. He read to you, sang lullabies from his childhood on Asgard, and talked to you as if you could hear him, hoping it would spark something in you to awaken.

Four days later, you could hear him for the first time, though you were still trapped inside a paralyzed, unconscious body. The soothing baritone was endless and warming. For twelve hours after, you lay and listen as he further cared for you.

Then, just before dawn on the fifth day, your eyes fluttered open, and you made the faintest cooing sound. You sensed Loki was asleep, his head in his arms on the end of the bed, leaning over from the chair he otherwise occupied.

He instantly awakened, and let out a huge sigh of relief as he grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers, blinking frantically to hold back tears,.

“Y/N! Love, you’re back!”

Your lips could move, and your voice was a little faint yet, so Loki insisted you continue to silently reserve your limited energy, and he took time to explain to you what had transpired in the days since you’d confronted The Flock.

“They’ve given their vow, on risk of war, to leave New Asgard in peace, and to stay in Oslo,” he informed you. “They won’t ever speak your name, of course, but they have a silent gratitude for you.”

Weeks passed, December arrived, and your strength slowly returned. For a few days, Loki had to do essentially everything for you, from keeping you entertained, to relaying messages to Brunnhilde for you, to even the most basic things like feeding you and adjusting your pillows. He did it all with humility and love, something that made you feel both wonderful and sorrowful when it reminded you of what you both had to look forward to.

“I don’t mean to be a pessimist, but I don’t see how we can get ourselves out of this one,” he said, putting away the last of your supper one night during the first week of December. You were feeding yourself now, but sometimes Loki was insistent on at least partially aiding you with eating, as your grip was still weak. Your hands still shook when they tried to hold silverware.

“We can run away,” you mumbled. “Brunnhilde will cover us.”

Loki shook his head as he brushed an affectionate hand over your cheek, lighting kissing you. “They’d interrogate her, as well as Thor. They’d have him comb the universe for us. We could never come back to Midgard.”

“So we’re just supposed to bow our heads? I may not be strong, but I will try until the very end for you, Loki,” you promised. “I’m not ready to give up just yet.”

He smiled and took your hand. “You amaze me.”

You smiled. “Now, if you don't mind, I’m starting to lose my energy…:

“...of course, darling,” Loki replied, going to move your bed from an upright position to a supine one. “When did the doctor say you were going to be discharged?”

“If I can get onto my feet by next week, he said he will release me on the 17th.”

Loki twisted his lip and chickled. “That’s my birthday.”

“Well, you get me for a present I guess,” you said, half-jokingly, half-apologizing.

“I cannot think of anything better,” he said warmly. Once your bed was flat, he kissed you again before dimming the light. “Will it be a chapter from Jane Eyre, or a lullaby tonight, dearest?”

“Sing to me, please,” you asked softly.

He smiled. “As you wish.”

It took only moments for you to fall back into the darkness. Only this time, it was comforting and welcome.

Loki will always take care of his student…his love…

Somehow accepting what was likely going to be had given you and Loki an odd sense of peace. You chose to spend whatever time you had left with one another as close to each other as you could be, both emotionally and physically. Not only did you allow Loki to gently and slowly make love to you (although you could have done without his insisting you stop for breaks if it got to be too much), but you began to feel comforted by the fact that, if you were going to fail on a count of your weakness, you both would face the consequences together.

That wasn’t to say you, Loki, and Brunnhilde didn’t try to pull out every stop, every appeal necessary, to delay your test by a month. On the day you’d left the hospital, with two weeks left in your year in New Asgard, you could ambulate with a walker and a supporting Asgardian nearby. By the time the 31st rolled around, you would barely be able to stand on your own for more than a few moments.

Loki reached out to Thor and Fury, neither of them yielded a reprieve, although Thor tried to reason on your behalf with S.H.I.E.L.D. Nothing. The 31st was going to be the day that you met your fate, no matter what.

To your surprise, however, Thor came around on Christmas Day, when a beautiful, silent snowstorm dusted the village in several inches of fluffy, pure white snow.

“Don’t let the others know, but with what may be coming and all…I had to, brother,” he said, his voice deep and rich with sentimentality. Loki accepted his heavy, strong embrace, but it still knocked the wind out of him, making you giggle from your wheelchair.

You spent the day with the brothers, as well as Brunnhilde and Katja, drinking spiked cocoa and hot mulled wine until your vision blurred, telling stories of days long past on Asgard, and toasting to the year. Despite your still weakened state, you were able to cook a modest Yule feast for the gathered (with help from Loki and Brunnhilde). The day was subtle, but cozy, and absolutely wonderful.

“If only we both could stay here,” you said to Loki. “We could do this every year. It would be like having a family to be close to, which seems to be something we both have lacked thus far in our lives.”

Loki looked at you, deciding not to reply with words, but instead with a tender kiss.

Sadly, Thor only stayed the day. “They will notice if I’m missing much longer,” he said sadly at dusk on Christmas night. “And they won’t allow me to come along for the final test.”

“If they happen to deem one or both of us unworthy, would they immediately pass sentence?” you asked apprehensively, causing Loki to throw his arm around your shoulder, drawing you close.

“I should hope not, but once Fury’s mind is made up, they may as well carry it out immediately,” he said quietly, solemnly.

Loki cleared his throat. “Thank you for the lovely parting thoughts, brother.”

Thor smiled, trying his best to comfort the two of you as he set out to return to New York, the storm passing and giving way to a crisp, clear night sky.

“The sun will shine on us again,” he answered, choosing those words to be his last to you as he boarded the quinjet and flew off into the night.

On the night of December 30th, you and Loki tried to delude yourselves into thinking either one of you would be able to sleep, only to come to your senses hours into the evening. You both chose to bundle up and trek through the snow up the hill one more time, spreading out on the snow and looking up at the thousands of stars dotting the sky above you, your hands never untangling for one another. Your breaths combined with one another and created a single cloud above your heads.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, love,” Loki began, “I will be your loyal guardian until the end.”

“And I yours,” you answered. “I can protect you now!”

Loki smirked. “I’m afraid you’re still a bit weak, my dear.”

It was true that you still got winded after going up a single set of steps, and your muscles ached after taking an hour each night to put supper together in the kitchen. The only reason Loki didn’t insist on taking it easy was your argument that it was very possible that this was your last fortnight alive, and you wanted to behave as normally as you could.

“I would die for you,” you said insistently.

“And I would lay my life down for you if you asked me to on a whim,” Loki replied.

You sighed and smacked your lips playfully. “My, my, have we come a long way from the dominant professor from last January!”

“Oh, but he hasn’t gone far, love,” Loki purred, rolling onto his side to throw an arm over you, pinning you under him. “In fact, a good dominant always puts his little pet first.”

You smiled and sighed as Loki slowly lowered himself on top of you, laying his head on your breast and settling his hips between your splitting legs. You let him lay there, letting your breaths sync their tempos, combing his long, loose hair with your fingers carelessly.

“If we do make it to January 1st,” you said, “What happens?”

Loki sighed and raised his head to meet your eye. “I will stay here with you, naturally.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head, “Not naturally, Loki. We both know you want to explore the galaxy, and that after the first of the year, you will be able to.”

“But what good would that be without you beside me?”

“Better than me keeping you shackled here! You won’t have any obligation to me anymore. I will be okay. Hell, I even have a job lined up! “ you said cheerfully.

“I can’t leave you here,” Loki said. “Why are you pushing me away? My Norns, don’t I owe you my very life?””

“But I’m not pushing, perhaps I’m holding you back,” you suggested meekly, sitting up, forcing Loki to roll off of you and into the snow.

“You could never hold me back, or make me regret loving you, princess,” Loki whispered, kissing you deeply, pushing you back into the snow with his passionate lips.

“Mmmhmm, Loki,” you nudged him off of you again. “I have an idea, then.”

He smiled. “Yes?”

“I propose another year,” you said.

“I don’t follow?” Loki asked inquisitively.

You elaborated. “We’ve been in close proximity for an entire year. Let’s spend one year apart. You can journey about the universe. I can start working with Brunnhilde on building up her defense team. If, on this night next year, you still love me and want to stay here with me forever, come here to this hilltop before midnight. If you aren’t in my arms by the last stroke of twelve on December 31st, I will know you’ve found better things out there, and I will move on with my own life.”

Loki shrugged. “I still think it’s ridiculous that you would think--”

“--stop saying that. Please do this for me, and please do it with an open mind. There could be other worlds out there, other peoples who need you. Other lands to explore, parties to see…I want you to have every experience you’ve been denied your entire life. Don't half-ass it, okay? Promise me?”

Loki caressed your cheek and nodded. “I make this solemn vow, that if I survive tomorrow’s test, I will explore every delight and adventure this galaxy has to offer me over the next year, and should I decide to return to my love at the end of it, she will take me…all of me…as I am, forever and ever. And it will be here that we dwell, on New Asgard,” he promised. Your smile radiated relief in the moonlight, and you settled back onto the soft snow, Loki’s arm around you, where the two of you found yourselves drifting off, sleeping until nearly dawn the following morning.

At noon the following day, the quinjet arrived, followed by three other small aircraft. Brunnhilde instructed the villagers to stay in their homes. She only gave you a quick farewell, admitting she was never much good at “the whole sentimentality thing.”

Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Steve Rogers, and ten other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents disembarked and immediately took you and Loki into custody, bringing you into separate jets with them and flying off to an unknown testing location. As you got on board, you caught Loki’s eye one final time. You took the opportunity to say, “I love you.”

He smiled and nodded warmly. “I’ll be waiting for you on the other side, my heart.”

You were then escorted onto the separate planes. After two hours, they landed, and you were escorted inside and taken into a large, white room, where an agent told you to sit in your handcuffs and await orders.

An hour went by in total silence and loneliness, and you felt as if you couldn’t hold your brave face for much longer. Thankfully, Steve Rogers finally came for you.

“Look, Y/N, I’m supposed to be impartial, but if I’m going to be honest with you…this is unfair. I don’t personally think you’re a threat to anyone.”

You sighed. “Then save us,” you said quietly. “Look at me! I need you to stabilize my gait!”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I wish I could do something for you. We’re out of time, anyway.”

As the timer officially hit ‘zero’ on your year’s reprieve, you were escorted down a sterile, while hallway, where he took you through several pairs of swinging doors, finally taking you up a set of metal stairs and holding a thick glass door open for you.

“The test will be taken inside,” Steve began to recite like a good soldier. “I’ve been instructed to inform you that while this room itself is not magic-proof, the outer walls and enforcements ARE resistant. Ten guards will always be surrounding the perimeter. Escape will be impossible. Once you are secured safely inside the pod, you will be given further instructions, and the test will commence.”

You gulped, your nerves suddenly hitting you like a swarm of killer bees. “What happens if I fail?”

Steve hesitated before looking down and saying quietly, “I would really advise you not to fail.”

That was all you needed to hear. You nodded courteously at Steve, avoiding every urge you had in that moment to wrap your hands around his neck, and held out your wrists. He removed the cuffs and saw you inside, closing the door behind you.

The bright white pod was a circular room, about twenty feet across (so a tight fit). Nothing was inside, save for Loki, who was kneeling on the floor, looking bewildered.

“Loki?” you asked, falling into his waiting arms. “I thought we weren’t supposed to be together for--”

“--alright, listen up, you two. It’s time for your final exam.”

It was Fury’s voice coming over a speaker. You and Loki stilled everything but your breaths.

“Here’s the game, and it’s a simple one: a death match. Any magic and weaponry you have on you is permitted, but you have six hours to make your choice.”

Your skin went cold. This didn’t sound good.

“What choice?” Loki asked, his voice cold and hard.

“Only one of you can get out of this tank alive, kids,” said Fury. “Sorry, but whoever wins will have better control of themselves, Makes sense, right?”

“THIS IS HORSE SHIT!” Loki barked, jumping to his feet so quickly you fell off of him. “THIS IS NOT THE TEST!”

“Sorry, Laufeyson, but it is. By midnight tonight, you must choose which one of you survives and which one dies, either by combat or diplomacy. I don't really give a hell how you do it.”

“And if we refuse?” you asked defiantly as Loki helped you to your feet.

“If you are both alive at the sound of the buzzer, then a gas will fill the chamber and destroy you both. I would HIGHLY advise you not to let this timer run out."

A red digital clock appeared as a projection on the wall, set to six hours exactly.

"Now, if there are no further questions, let the test begin.”

He hung up the speaker before any further protestation could be made, leaving you and Loki to your great and terrible decision as the clock began ticking.

One more chapter and an epilogue to go! Sorry this one was longer, I had to properly set up for the finale! Please reblog and comment if you like!

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Alien design by Bjorn Hurri (2023) via ImaginaryAliens

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PIRATE SQUIDDLESTON

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GOW:R - Kelpie (1 of 3) - Bjorn Hurri

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Could you do one where the reader is Lagertha younger sister and in a relationship with ivar the boneless

Screw Them

Ivar the Boneless x female!reader Request

Word count:0.9k

Warnings:basically nothing, all empty here

Summary: You want to meet up with Ivar , but accidentally run into your sister. Will you be able to make it to Ivar in Time?

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It was a busy day in Kattegat. Well, nowdays everyday in Kattegat was busy. I smiled, as I made my way through the crowded streets. People were talking, laughing, trading, gambling and so much more. But the people were happy and that's what counted the most.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

I turned around as I recognized the Voice of my older Sister, Lagertha. She walked over to me and only now I noticed that her son, Bjorn was with her. He was around my age, even though he was my nephew. I smiled at him and engulfed him in a hug, saying hello before turning to Lagertha.

"What is my little sister doing here of all things?", she smiled and put her arm around me.

"I've just been walking around a little bit", I smiled,trying to mask my true intentions of meeting up with Ivar.

"All alone?", Bjorn asked curiously, also throwing an arm around my shoulder. We must've looked pretty silly, walking around all huddled up.

"I was just enjoying my free day", I answered, slowly shaikng both thier arms off of me.

"Working for the queen is not that easy, is it?", Lagertha asked and I shook my head.

"No, it isn't...but tell me, what are you two doing here?", I wonderend and suspciously eyed the two. Did they know about me and Ivar?

"We were just looking around for some fish", Lagertha explained,"The boys need to have a proper meal for once"

She laughend and patted Bjorn's stomach. He quickly pushed her hand away and smiled:"Why don't you join us?"

My thoughts were racing, trying to find a proper excuse to not have to go with them. I was already late, I couldn't risk loosing anymore time.

"Great idea, it would be nice to spend some time with my favorite sister", Lagertha agreed.

"I'm your only sister", I mumbled, rubbing my neck,"Actually, I would like to spend this time by myself, you know. It's not often that I get a little break from everything"

Lagertha's expression changed from exited to concerned in under a second:"Are you all right?"

I nodded:"I am fine, I just...want some alone time, to clear my head and such"

"Alright then, we'll see you for Dinner", Lagertha said and pulled me in for a goodbye hug.

I said my goodbyes to both of them and then hurried through the busy streets. I have to admit, I had to push a few people out of the way, but as I entered the forrest, I was able to gain a little speed and a few minutes later, I had reached my destination.

Stopping in front of the little cliff, from were you could see the entirety of Kattegat, I leaned on my knee's for support, trying to catch my breath.

"You're late"

I looked up. I could only see his back, but I still knew exactly who it was, that sat there in front of me.

"I ran into my sister", I explained after I caught my breath. I got up and slowly walked over to him,"Had to make up some dump excuses for me wanting to be alone and shit"

He chuckled at my words and finally turned around. A smile on his face, he spoke up:"I thought you'd stand me up"

My features softened at his words and I stepped closer, grabbing his hand:"I would never"

Ivar granted me a smile and softly pulled me onto his lap. Without saying anything, he carefully placed his lips on my neck, kissing his way up to my lips. I sighed at his actions and right before his lips reached mine, he stopped. I felt his hand reach for my cheek and he softly carressed my face. His steel blue eyes bore into mine. He seemed to wait for a reaction of mine. I smiled and slowly overcame those last few centimeters between us. His lips were slightly chapped, as he pressed them against mine, his arms grasping my waist and pulling me closer.

I sighed against his lips. I had missed him. We hadn't been able to meet up for weeks, now it was like he was oxygen and I needed him to survive.

As we finally parted, Ivar looked more out of breath than after killing a whole lot of saxons. His cheeks were reddened and his lips were slightly parted. I slowly raised my hand and carressed his bottom lip with my thump. Ivar closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

"I misssed you", He mumbled quietly.

"I missed you too", I smiled. Ivar reciprocated my smile and let his head fall against my shoulder. I raised my arms to rest around his neck, gently pulling him closer to me.

"I can't wait to spend this day with you", he grinned, softly kissing my shoulder.

"I have to leave for dinner with Lagertha later", I confessed.

Ivar looked back up at me.

"Screw them!", He mumbled before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. He was right, Screw them...