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dearlazerbunny · 5 years

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Lie to Me (Ch. 7 of ?)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Genre/Ratings: M eventually (aiming for a slow burn here); warnings for kidnapping and subsequent anxiety/PTSD (will be marked before every chapter)

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Summary: If you had to guess what the captured, traitor, trickster god Loki Laufeyson wanted or needed at this moment, a babysitter would be far, far down on the list. (Set after the events of Avengers 1.)

SHOUTOUT TO @molmcb and @jessiejunebug for being proof god exists

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“Lady Y/N!” A booming voice echoes down the hallway, stopping you in your tracks. Thor, looking for all the world like an excited child, jogs up to you with a bright smile on his face.

“Oh, hey, um, Thor? Prince Thor?”

He laughs from his belly, throwing his head back and making his golden hair wave. “Lady, Thor is fine. You owe me no loyalty. Please, walk with me, if you have a moment?”

You look at your watch. “Sure, I have a few minutes. What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you had any news of Loki. How is he?” He falls along step beside you easily, even though he must be seriously slowing his gait so you can keep up with him. “I worry about him.”

“I mean, I don’t have a baseline of his usual moods, but as far as I can tell… sarcastic? Perpetually annoyed with the world at large? He hasn’t punched the wall again, though, at least as far as I’ve seen.”

“Indeed, that does sound like my brother.” His voice is a mixture or fondness and exasperation, and it makes you smile. Thor is easy to talk to; much less prickly than Trickster, and he clearly truly cares for his brother. And if someone like Thor cares for Trickster, then he can’t be all bad, right? “Have you spoken much? I hope he has not been too cross with you.”

“He was pretty sharp at first, but I grew up with an older brother, I can handle myself.” You shrug as you turn the corner. “Plus, we’ve had some really… interesting conversations.” A grin works its way across your face, remembering Trickster’s indignant look as you insisted he was a human teenager. “By the way, Thor, how old are you?”

Bushy eyebrows draw into the classic thinking expression. “Around fifteen hundred I believe. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, just something we were talking about.” That would make him… 25ish? The image of an exasperated older brother Thor trying to contain his moody younger sibling makes you giggle.

“Truly? If the tale makes you smile so, then I must hear it!”

Are you smiling that big? You shake your head. “Honestly, I’m not sure it would make any sense if I tried to explain it.”

“I see.” He pats your shoulder with a large hand, and you have to work not to stagger under the force of it. “I am glad he has you, lady. You seem an admirable companion.”

“Thanks, I think.” You give him a friendly nose scrunch for good measure. “I do what I can.”

“I would like to thank you, though I am not sure I have anything worthy to offer…” You can practically see the wheels turning in his head. “Ah! You said you were a scholar, did you not?” You nod an affirmative. “If it does not seem boastful, do you have any questions you would like to ask? Perhaps I can add to your assortment of knowledge.”

Your jaw practically drops to the floor. Sure, Trickster had offered to answer questions, but he was hardly a willing participant. Thor would probably answer any inquiry and draw you a diagram to go along with it if you asked. “R- really? You’d do that?”

“I would be happy to be of use. Come, let us sit.” He leads you to a sort of cafeteria, where agents are milling about and swallowing mid-grade lunch food. Surprisingly, a god and a newbie agent following him in like a toddler doesn’t even warrant a side eye. “Now, throw me your worst!”

“I… I don’t even know where to start!” You flip through a random notepad, searching for inspiration, when you spot your scribbles working out Tricker’s ‘human age’. “Oh, um, do you know what infinity stones are? I’ve never heard of them, and none of my colleagues seem to know anything either…”

Thor frowns, an expression at odds with his happy demeanor. “They are… complicated to explain, and to be frank, I do not know much of them myself. But I would be happy to gather what information I can for you on the subject.”

“Okay, okay, cool. Um, what about…” your eyes widen a little. “Um. Could I- maybe take a look at Mjolnir? Just, up close. I won’t touch it, I promise!”

“But of course!” As casual as you please, he unhooks it from his belt and sets it on the table in front of you, like it isn’t theoretically the most powerful weapon in the universe. “I doubt you would harm it, fear not.”

Holy. Crap. It shines in front of you and drips of power. Gently, you trace a rune emblazoned on the side. Whosoever holds this hammer, should he be worthy… “Wow,” you whisper. Just wait ‘til your professors hear about this.

“It was made at the request of my father, Odin, from rare metals, and forged in the heart of a dying star. He also cursed it, so that only the truly worthy may wield it.” He leans forward almost conspiratorially, and gives you a wink. “Would you care to try?”

“W- what? No, I- that would be ridiculous-!” Oh my god pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

“Nonsense!” He claps you on the back heartily, practically throwing you from your seat. Thor really doesn’t know his own strength. “I guarantee you, many scoundrels less noble than you have tried!”

“I-” Oh, screw it. What the hell. ”Sure. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Indeed! Your spirit has fire!”

Oh, lord. You tentatively wrap a hand around the grip of the hammer, which absolutely dwarfs you. If it weighed what it should, it’d probably collapse the table it sits on. Come to think of it, the physics of this… fascinating. You’ll have to ask about that next. “Here we go…” You tug once, twice, the leather handle wrapped around your wrist. It doesn’t budge. Of course. “I told you this was silly,” you tease, releasing your grasp. “As if I could move it!”

“But my lady, it is so easy!” Of course, he plucks the hammer from its perch and twirls it as though it weighs nothing. “Perhaps you should try harder, hm?”

By this point you’re clutching your sides in laughter at his antics. “Stop it, you’re making me nervous! Lose your grip and you’ll take someone’s head off!”

He sets it down once more, chuckling along with you. “Have I satisfied your curiosity? Or will you be like Loki, and never let your nose leave your books?”

“Oh, we talked about that, a little at least. He told me he likes reading.”

“I do not believe he enjoys anything more.” He heaves a long-suffering sigh. “My friends and I never understood, but I do admire his intelligence. He has run circles around us all since childhood.” There’s a twinkle in his eye you can’t miss whenever he speaks of his brother. It’s incredibly sweet.

“You love him a lot, don’t you?”

Thor nods. “We have had our quarrels, to be sure. But in the end, he is my brother.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Um, I’m pretty sure you guys leveled a town out in New Mexico in one of your… quarrels.”

The blonde doesn’t look phased. “Yes, well. He’s adopted.”

A/N: Word count is up to 42k :) only six-ish more chapters ‘til she’s done! Love y’all to pieces xx

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snarky-sims-witch · 5 years

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Thanks for the tag, @izayoichan! There are a few spoilery things in these answers, but it’s all stuff that’s been queued to post over the next couple of days, anyway.

~CHARACTER FACTS ~

Name ➔ Marchioness Grace Midford

► Are you single ➔ I’m married, actually.

► Are you happy ➔ Ah... a tricky question. There are certainly things in my life that make me happy. Then there are other things that cause me a great deal of stress. I won’t mention what those other things are.

► Are you angry? ➔ My mother taught me that ladies shouldn’t display strong emotions, so I try not to let ugly feelings like that colour my words or my actions. I’d be lying if I said I was never angry, however. I think we all lose our tempers from time to time, despite our best efforts.

► Are your parents still married ➔ Oh, yes. Mother and Father are so in love, I doubt anything could keep them apart. It’s lovely, really.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Right here in Veronaville on my family’s estate.

► Hair Color ➔ Black.

► Eye Color ➔ Green.

► Birthday ➔ The third of Autumn.

► Mood ➔ A bit under the weather. No one told me growing a baby was so tiring!

► Gender ➔ Female.

► Summer or winter ➔ I love winter. Everything looks magical covered in sparkling snow and the air is so fresh and crisp. My brother and I loved to play in the snow when we were children. Our muddy clothes gave our mother a good deal of grief.

► Morning or afternoon ➔ I feel more productive in the mornings but I enjoy quiet family time in the late afternoons and evenings.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ ... I’m married.

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ I wouldn’t know, to be quite honest with you. I don’t have any experience with it, personally. My marriage was arranged between my parents and my husband’s parents. We only met once before our wedding but I suppose we got along then.

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ That’s a very forward question. I married my husband on my 18th birthday and didn’t have any gentlemen callers before then. It would have been very improper if I had.

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ If I have, I’m unaware of it.

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Not at all. I was very excited about my wedding day. It’s my responsibility to carry on the Midford legacy and I take that responsibility very seriously.

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ My dear mother, of course!

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I should think if I knew about it, he wouldn’t be a secret any longer. In any case, it doesn’t matter. I’m a married woman and wouldn’t tarnish my family’s good name with any extramarital... how should I say this while maintaining decorum? “Activities.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Sometimes, I do get sad when I start thinking about what life would have been like had I used my scholarship and gone to college. I don’t know if that answers the question, but it’s in the past, anyway. What’s done is done. I chose to uphold my family’s traditions instead and that’s what matters.

► Love or lust ➔ Neither. I’d pick status. It’s the only sensible reason to marry.

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Cold tea is an abomination of the time-honoured social tradition of tea drinking. Lemonade, thank you.

► Cats or Dogs ➔ Cats. My mother’s lovely siamese cat, Frida, still lives on at Midford Estate through her offspring and I plan for it to stay that way for generations to come. I think dogs are rather loud and messy.

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few close friends would be nice. I’ve never had any outside of my brother. I was very focused on my education in school, then I married my husband. Now I’m invested in my flower business and my family. I don’t have much time to be social.

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Well certainly not a wild night out. I’m a lady of dignity, but I’m not sure what you mean about a romantic night in, either. Romance isn’t normally a relevant factor in noble marriages. My parents are a rather unusual case.

► Day or night ➔ I like both for different reasons. I like to get everything done during the day, but I cherish quiet nights with my family once all the business of the day has concluded.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Why on earth would I try to in the first place? That’s highly improper. I would have humiliated my poor mother.

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ I don’t believe so. I’ve never lived in a home with stairs unless you count the front porch stairs on the estate’s newly renovated home, but I haven’t tripped on those, yet.

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Not that I can recall.

► Wanted to disappear ➔ Oh yes. The night before I was to be formally presented at the debutante ball. I remember I broke out in pimples and spent the night furiously rubbing skin cream on my face in the hopes that they would be gone by the next evening. They weren’t, but Mother did an excellent job covering it up with makeup.

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Eyes. Smiles can be faked, but the eyes give much more away. It’s important for me to be able to read people’s eyes in my social position. Within noble circles, there is a great deal of deception hiding behind flattering smiles.

► Shorter or Taller ➔ I don’t have a preference. Height has nothing to do with important things like social status and financial stability. I have to think about the long term well-being of the Midfords for generations to come, so in a marriage, my own personal tastes are irrelevant.

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Intelligence. Attraction is a silly thing to base a marriage on.

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Neither. A carefully negotiated marriage between the bride and groom’s parents for the financial and social security of both families is what’s best.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ Of course. I’m quite close with my parents and my brother is my best friend. I... wish he’d return my letters. He lost a child recently and I’m worried about how he’s coping with the loss.

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Not at all! My parents worked very hard to raise a family with traditional values and I take great pride in continuing that legacy.

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ No, I don’t know why I’d ever want to.

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Of course not! I’ve never done anything to warrant being kicked out. These questions are getting a little ridiculous and invasive, don’t you think?

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ My only friend is my brother and no, I love him with all my heart.

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ My brother and I have always been inseparable. We’re twins so we have a special connection with each other, which is why his recent silence has me concerned...

► Who is your best friend ➔ My brother, as I’ve said.

► Who knows everything about you ➔ I... truth be told, I’m not sure anyone does.

I’m tagging @camisimblr @simmingkatie and @simvanglade. Feel free to ignore if you’ve already done this or just don’t feel like it. :)

#simblr #character facts #grace midford

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pendragonfics · 7 years

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Waving, Not Drowning!

Aqua Profunda: Chapter One | Chapter Two

Paring: Obi Wan Kenobi/Reader

Tags: female reader, godparent reader, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, alternate universe - swimming

Summary: Power couple Padmé and Ani have next to no time around their booming careers. Thus, the Godparent, _______ steps in! This time, instead of ridding the house of sand, and saving the day, she's playing taxi to the twins' swimming lessons. Who knew the instructor was so hot?

Word Count: 1,363

Posting Date: 2016-05-20

Current Date: 2017-05-09

Being a godparent could be hard at times. It meant always being there for the kids at any time - and for the Skywalker family, you were needed quite a bit. Be it Luke tracking sand into his bedroom (also known as the time you deep cleaned so deep Anakin never found out), or Leia, in the many occasions where she needed picking up from school after getting into a fight (Ani and Padmé were both at work). And now. You're heralding the twins into the swim centre, making sure they've got their goggles and towels for their lesson.

"Remember, no running," you remind the kids.

If it weren't for their impressive gene pool, you wouldn't hesitate to say the two kids who were practically your own were trouble themselves.

"The three thirty swimming lesson?" The clerk behind the desk asks politely. You nod, reading her little tag. Ahsoka. "Cute kids." She smiles. "Will your partner be joining to watch soon?"

You laugh. "Ha, partner. No, these aren't mine, and their dad is crazy busy." You have a glance to the twins, and shake your head. You're too swept away by your own work to have a partner, but kids? Preposterous. The twins were enough to godparent as is. "Just me today."

Ahsoka beams, and peels off two dolphin stickers for Luke and Leia. "You're a little early, but I'm sure Mr Kenobi wouldn't mind. He's just finishing up with the squads."

"Thanks Miss Ahsoka!" They chime, and make way to the pool.

By the time you make it to the little pool they twins are learning in, you let out a held in breath you didn't think you had been holding. Five young kids, no more than eight years old, are towelling off, beaming bright smiles. You weren't even sure why you'd been so unsure about the swimming lessons - maybe because it was your first time. It was usually Anakan's job. But of course, he has work.

"Good job, everyone, I'll see you all next week. I think it's high time to start you all on freestyle," a jovial, bearded man grins. He must be Mr Kenobi, but you're not sure. There isn't anyone else around. "Remember, don't run!"

Your confusion as to who he is altered Leia. "That's Obi. He's really nice." She beams.

"He taught me how to float!" Luke nudges your knees.

"Ah, Mrs Skywalker?" Mr Kenobi sees you, making way to greet you. "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, the swimming teacher."

A blush breaks out over your face. Well, it wasn't hard, seeing as it was an enclosed heated pool, but still, you felt a heat rise to your cheeks. "Nice - nice to meet you Mr Kenobi, but I'm ________, ________ _________. Godmother of these two, and not the wife of Anakin." You correct quickly.

He nods, thoughtfully. "I thought so. I practically raised Anakin, I would remember if it was your face I gave away at the wedding or not."

You start. "I was their, uh, the maid of honour, actually."

Crouching, Mr Kenobi reaches the height of the twins. "So, you two are a little early. How about you two want to help me clean up the stuff the older kids left out?" He sees their dolphin stickers, and whispers, "You two have these badges? I bet you got them from cleaning!"

Luke frowns. "Miss Ahsoka gave them to us for -,"

"Yes! We're great at cleaning up!" Leia drowns out her brother, roping him into something he didn't much agree to. "Come on, Luke!"

The rest of the lesson goes quite quickly. You don't resort to reading your book, and instead, watch as the kids try their best in the paddle pool, learning how to swim. While Luke is good at the kick boards, Leia is a fast learner. Other kids, two little boys, named Han and Lando are doing their best too, and from what you can see, so is Mr Kenobi.

Why do I keep staring at him? You berate yourself. He's attractive, you can give him that; him and his bright smile and his swim shirt that clings to his shoulders and that beard.

It wasn't until many weeks later, near the end of the season. Anakin and Padme still not able to take the position of 'swimming lesson taxi driver' back, and without regret, you keep it up. Maybe it's being able to see Obi Wan's face as he teaches, so kind and gentle with these kids, or the fact that it seems like you're the parent to the twins.

Maybe it was then when you finally realise that you're head over heels, knees over nose, eyes over toes, dead on in love with him.

"So, kids, you're all done! Next swimming season you'll be graduating up to the next level to my good friend Qui Gon, and after him, Mr Windu."

"Thank you Mr Obi Wan Kenobi!" The kids chorus, and paddle out to him in the pool to give his middle a squeeze with their five year old arms.

You stand, and adjust your bag strap. Leia and Luke notice, and take the signal as it was, leaving the pool.

"Time to go home to Mummy and Daddy?" Luke asks you. "I can't wait to tell Artoo that we finished the swimming lessons!"

A sigh could be heard through Leia's towel. "He's a dog, Luke, he doesn't care."

"Does to!"

"Guys, how about we not go home right away," you preface, physically separating the twins from each other, "and maybe dry off, get changed ... and not tell Mummy and Daddy about an ice pole before we go?"

Their faces light up, rushing to the bathroom with their clothes to get changed as fast as they possibly could.

"So, _________," you hear a voice call your name. Turning, you see it's none other than Obi Wan. He's towelled down, but his impeccably parted hair is wild from hand drying, mouth wide with an amicable grin. "Now, since I'm not teaching the kids -,"

"I'd like a lemonade flavoured one!" Cried Luke.

"Me too!" Leia chimed.

The kids noticed Obi Wan, and beamed. "Hello Obi! Thank you for teaching us." Luke and Leia chimed.

You watch as he crouches to their level, "What was your favourite thing about learning how to swim?"

"I liked the kick boards," Leia confesses.

Luke poses. "I liked doing starfish!"

You laugh. "That's right," you tell Obi Wan. "They're a couple of little troopers, here. I was just going to get their ice blocks and then skedaddle before their Dad calls a search warrant."

Obi Wan straightens his back. "I'll pay for ice blocks, Mrs _________."

You feel a blush coming on, leading the kids to the kiosk with Ahsoka. "It's actually Miss, Mr Kenobi."

"That's a surprise, I would have thought that you'd have a charming partner, __________. Maybe a dog and a beach house." He hands the money to Ahsoka after the twins picked out their ice lolly.

You shake your head. "No, I have a little apartment to myself, and my parrot, Threepio. Downtown."

Obi's eyebrow quirks up. "I live downtown, too."

"Maybe you two should get married," Leia pipes up. "I would, if I lived near a nice man like Obi."

You ruffle the hair of the five year old. "Leia," you warn her. You don't want Obi Wan to find out about your silly crush through a child.

"Well, if that's the case, young Skywalker, I suppose I have no choice other than to take the lovely, devoted, funny, beautiful ________ __________ on a date, then do I?"

Luke nods in agreement. "That's right, you have no choice. Do it tonight, she isn't babysitting us. And bring her flowers!"

Obi Wan must notice the heat on your face, because in an instant, he's writing down digits on the kiosk receipt.

"Tonight, six? Text me where you want to go, and I'll meet you there." He beams.

You nod. "I'll see you then!"

Being a godparent could be hard at times. It meant always being there for the kids at any time - and now, you realise, also taking time for yourself.

"Are you going to kiss him?"

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