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trutrustories · 5 months

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STUDY IN LOKI ROMANCE

Part 4: Heart of the TVA

Since we're only a few days away from the last episode, I decided to COUNT DOWN everything we´ve got so far ( that can be interpreted very easily as romantic ) and discuss what the actual fuck is going on with second season. Because even though I shipped lokius practically from S1E2, I absolutely did NOT expect this kind of development. (Not that I´m complaining)

Warning: This is gonna be LONG post, lots of screenshots, lots of SPOILERS, lot of "oh-my-god-they-so-cute" language, and little bit of meta.

I originally thought that this post would be everything at once, but since I have just too many screenshots this time around, I´ll have to split it. so every post will be one episode. Color coding means:

IIIIIIIIII = anything, that coud potentialy be just acting choice.

IIIIIIIIII = everything else (tzn.: whatever was written, and/or carefully prepared by filmmakers. )

side note: I already wrote, about how amazing it is, that Mobius is unable to fight but fights anyway and how beautifuly, and ridiculously brave he is HERE. But this is about Loki/Mobius interactions, so I´ll try my best not to talk about THAT. (Even when I´m really happy, that s2 continues with this formula and Mobius is still his completely defenseless while aggressively brave self. I love him, btw.)

EPISODE 1 HERE

EPISODE 2 HERE

EPISODE 3 HERE

check-list, episode 4 (my beloved): 33) changing clothes together not to be that person, but like... they always went through the door from TVA on timeline in their "camouflage disguises". So Loki couldn't use his magic to change their clothes. I mean... they even make turning off system that prevents magic plot point in this episode So unless they have some special device in TVA (which was never established) It is implied, that these two just spend some time changing clothes together, before going out. And that brings me to this specific moment: At the end of the previous episode we see them going through the time door (fairly soon after Victor Timely, in 1893 clothing) And this episodes starts with Victor ariving at TVA and wondering around the empty hallways. Alone. So let me get this straight: After we see them both walk through the time door, they end in that war room (were they met in ep1), just the two of them. Victor is.... somewhere. who knows where, who even cares? And they though: it is actualy priority number one to change our clothes. Yes, right now. Never mind, we have He Who Remains variant wondering around the TVA and everything is going to explode soon. We have to take our clothes off. RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. I´m sorry, film makers, but what the acual f-

34) Bickering like married couple (part 4) (but this time with EVERYONE else watching them with question marks above their heads. And these two idiots husbands probably didn´t even noticed xDD )

Also.... "It´s got your shape" 😳 really? really Mobius? And how would you- oh sorry, my bad, never mind. I almost forget you were changing clothes togheter MULTIPLE TIMES, so of course you would know that. ... right? 35) The "misunderstanding trope"

This whole scene is just... jeeez! Sylvie screeming at Mobius for wanting cake (while Loki already knows, that Mobius wants it, because he is in a stress.) He tries to stop Sylvie, but she continues. Loki circles around her and ends up right between them (cough...smybolism...cough) And Sylvie starts attacking Mobius because he doesn´t want to know his life on a timeline. While Loki is RIGHT THERE, knowing perfectly well Mobiuses reason´s and how bad she is hurting him, because episode 2 happened. Loki knows. And then she leaves, and Loki follows her. But Mobius doesn´t know, what we know: and that he went to her to DEFEND HIM. Jeeeeeeez writers.... thanks, for this perfect example of romantic complication. Dramatic irony 100%. I´m living for this relationship drama while everything around them collapses and explodes. 10/10 television!

Also... poor man needed pick-me-up cocoa drink immediately after 😭

36) Pie scene number two I have to say, I LOVED this scene. EVERY FUCKING WORD. philosophical conflicts? yes please. moral dilemas? give me more! but let´s focus on Loki defending Mobius. Him bringing up Thor into the coversation, and comparing his change on Earth (that he didn´t understand before) to his own change that came from spending time at TVA. spending time with Mobius. And he is standing infront of pies this whole time! basicly him low key comparing Thor´s love for Jane to his love for Mobius

And let´s not forget how obvious the difference between two pie scenes is! Because the first one is full of relaxed gestures, kindness and understanding. Just Loki and Mobius being intimite and open with each other 🥹 In glaring contrast with that, THIS scene, with Sylvie is full of conflict, tention and disagreements. The are standind, far from each other, and whole room has completely different (horror like) vibe.

37) THIS SHOT. just the two of them, right before the end.

God I love this episode so much! 💛💛💛

#lokius #loki #loki spoiler #loki spoilers #loki season 2 #mobius #mobius m mobius #loki and mobius

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mlobsters · 3 months

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supernatural s13e20 unfinished business (w. meredith glynn)

taking a second to reflect i'm just about a year into this spn first time watch. first screenshot i took was in s1e2 and that was feb 1, 2023. inching closer to the end but damn.

wtf is happening with gabriel fighting a werewolf-esque whatever with a singlestick type thing. and this music? so cheesy 70s whatever. i see you jay g (christopher is also guilty of it when there's A Theme though so)

aww he's got a list like arya. ok so, like kill bill. which i tried to finally watch here not long ago and i couldn't get past the first fight scene in the house. feel like i might have enjoyed it when it came out when i was 23, but my appetite for tarantino tanked somewhere along the line. also, we already did a reservoir dogs homage episode, did we need another one?

these massive motel rooms, what even

haven't made a dean loves the magic fingers reference in a long ass time. reunion tour of references too

so this is a directed by speight episode too. ok

the apocalypse is good for mary's hair apparently

GABRIEL I call that art. But yes, without me, you two chuckleheads never would've known how to throw Lucifer back in the Cage. DEAN But instead of giving us a hand, you ran. And you just did it again when you ditched us in the bunker. GABRIEL All right, Dean-- I have more important things to do than to join your little band of merry men. DEAN Hey, what you're doing? This? This is not important. GABRIEL Every day, Asmodeus tortured me. Every… day! He fed off my grace for years! He used me, he debased me until I was… What I went through… you don't forgive. Everyone who had a hand in it will die. Get me?

a) this weird explanation/retcon of loki actually being someone else and that's why gabriel was pretending to be him is... weird. b) i get the impassioned speech but talking to two dudes with many more years or torture under their belts, i think they get it

DEAN Not like I care about killing gods, okay? But this whole revenge kick? It's a waste of time. SAM What if it's not? DEAN You've seen it, Sam-- with me, with Dad. Revenge only ends one way-- ugly. SAM Well, maybe it doesn't have to. DEAN Okay, I think I know what this is. SAM Okay, what is this? DEAN You. You're you're so hopped up on this “Kill Bill” fantasy of his. SAM No, no, no. This has nothing to do with me. DEAN If you had a shot at Lucifer, you wouldn't take it? SAM Of course I would. But this is about Gabriel. He needs our help. [Dean rolls his eyes, but agrees to hear out Sam’s plan back in the room] SAM Gabriel, you agree to help us, we'll agree to help you.

and a throwback to revenge never pays. but like, why doesn't sam just go for the obvious, we need his help and maybe he'll do it if we help him quid pro quo. jay bringing the eye rolling music juice, wouldn't expect anything else

GABRIEL Well, Sleipnir's a lot of things, but mainly, he is a coward. I will bet all the personal lubricant in the S.F.V… that after we killed Narfi, he ran straight back to papa's skirts.

and throwback to references i don't understand, that used to be a regular occurrence in kripke-era seasons. per the wiki:

S.F.V. refers to the San Fernando Valley in California, the center of the adult entertainment industry.

wonder how many people caught that, seems awfully obscure

MARY I know you've been winning all these fights, and you want to take him on so bad. I was just like you, with hunting. But I learned the hard way-- thinking you can win all the time, running in blind into every fight? That's how you make mistakes. And the people here, they-- JACK I'm doing this for them. MARY You can't help them if you're dead. And I can't lose another boy.

i'm sorry mary but i snorted. we just haven't had enough time to really establish this, and it's been backburner at best when it's around. #boymom 🤪🤪🤪

LOKI Yes, you do. Little bit. Our treatment of your friend is payback for a slight of a more personal nature. The death of my father, Odin. DEAN Oh, that wasn't him. Lucifer did that. LOKI Ah. But why was my father there in the first place? To parlay, to deal with Gabriel's brothers. When we first made terms, I had only one condition-- I would give him my face, teach him to be me, the trickster, if he agreed to abandon the more… volatile affairs of his family. Forever. When he hit that hotel, he broke that promise, and it cost my father his life.

hokay. never gonna retain any of this. i thought odin died another way but i think i'm thinking of zeus. big ask for me to care/remember the nonsense plot going on from an episode in s5. i can only imagine if i watched this as it aired. perpetually lost

SAM That's not… I'm saying this has become a whole thing with you lately. DEAN A whole thing? SAM Yeah. DEAN Since when? SAM Since the last time we opened up a rift. Since you decided to sideline me and then head to Apocalypse World with Ketch. DEAN Okay, well… we talked about that. SAM Did we? Because I gotta be honest, after everything, you're treating me like I-I deserve to be back at the kid's table or something.

good on you, sam

DEAN Sam, I'm not gonna apologize for protecting you. SAM So that's what you think you're doing here? DEAN You remember what happened the last time we had front row tickets to the Lucifer/Michael show? 'Cause I do. You died… and went to Hell. But see, this time, the apocalypse isn't looking for us. We're actually looking for it. I don't care what happens to me. I never really have. But I do care about what happens to my brother. SAM Dean, we're going to that place, and we're gonna save Jack and Mom. Together. And if something happens, we will deal with it together. And if we die? We'll do that together, too.

on one hand it's like oh yeah, maybe dean is feeling the lingering trauma of what happened the last time michael and lucifer were in their lives. but also, they let so much of that slide it feels like it's just being used for convenience. but whatever. i'd rather this than no conversation at all

and damn straight, sam, everything together. dying is a little much, and you didn't get to follow through on that one anyway. read a fic the other day that was about dean being afraid once sam's blurry wife got to heaven, he'd want to leave to be with her. and they made the point that sam had almost the same amount of years with the blurry wife as he did with dean. and now i'm making myself sad again 🥲🫠 this is why i don't read much heaven fic

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 13x20 #jay gruska #meredith glynn #sam and dean mush

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leofrith · 1 year

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i'm sorry i can't hold it in anymore. darby's explanation for the sages is so painfully fuuuuucking boring. something something the sages are reincarnations, so they aren't really battling with a separate malicious entity but rather experiencing an internal struggle between their current self and their past self. something something it's actually far more interesting for it to be an internal conflict between a sage's current and past lives versus it being a battle between good and evil.

like to a certain degree... yes. but regardless of how you want to spin it, there is something so entitled and yes, evil, about the norse isu drinking the yygdrasil kool aid and expecting some poor unsuspecting human 20something thousand years in the future to be totally down to embrace their memories and allow them to live what is essentially their second life as they see fit. that whole idea is, at the very least, so undeniably selfish regardless of their intentions. and if your way of showing this conflict in the narrative has always been either 1) the sage goes completely insane or 2) the sage embraces those memories at the cost of their self, then how the hell else are people supposed to interpret it other than it being a battle with something malignant, regardless of whether it's a separate entity entirely or something more akin to a mental illness?

like sure. eivor is literally a reincarnation of odin. fine, ok, whatever. but there is an eivor who formed her own distinct personality separate from odin during the first nine years of her life before the memories started seeping in, and even further still during the 22 or so years between her beginning to remember her past life and her "banishing" odin in the yygdrasil simulation. when the choices here are either "surrender" or "be slowly driven mad by the memories imposed on you by an ancient being" then why the hell shouldn't i interpret the isu as parasites that slowly destroy their hosts?

my whole point being: it's less interesting to YOU maybe. but me? i'm over here thinking about the battle of wills between eivor and the hostile ancient being who lives in her head. the battle she thinks she can never possibly win because as far as she knows, this is the all father, the king of the gods, the high one himself. but then against all odds she is able to keep her head, with her family and her community being the things that keep her grounded and anchored in reality.

i'm over here thinking about basim slowly becoming a different person and hytham standing by as an outside observer and watching his father figure become ever more distant. hytham who becomes increasingly reckless in an effort to regain the favour of his mentor because he is convinced that he did something to trigger this change in their relationship, and that recklessness culminating in his failed assassination attempt on kjotve. hytham nearly dying to regain that connection with his mentor, with his father figure while basim, now loki, has already written him off.

i'm over here thinking about sigurd, who definitely has the most... agreeable of those three gods living in his head, but nonetheless becomes a raging tyrant who alienates everyone who loves him because he cannot reconcile these new memories with what he knows, cannot reconcile the fact that he is a god reborn with the fact that he had his crown stolen out from under him and that nobody else can see what he sees in himself.

i just fail to understand what's supposedly so uninteresting about digging into the inherent horror of having your own mind and your sense of self superseded by thoughts and feelings and memories that don't belong to you, but to an ancient being that might as well be an alien to you.

the writers will talk about wanting to keep things "grounded" while working within a universe that includes an ancient race of godlike beings, two shadow organizations constantly at war with each other throughout history while most people are none the wiser to the conflict, and a device that allows people to relive the memories of long dead people through fucking dna. please be serious.

#like sorry but im bored!! you're boring!! snooze!!#also i dont recall seeing any other piece of media deal with the concept of 'reincarntation' in the way ac does #like if your choices as a sage are either 'get with the program' or 'go crazy' then why shouldn't i interpret that as a hostile takeover?#come on now #anyway exploring the psychological implications of being accosted by the memories of an ancient being that died millenia ago #is never going to happen in ac because that would require them to spend more than five seconds thinking about consistent characterization #which. lol.#anyway hi. hello. i'm talking out of my ass again #ky posts text

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magnusmodig · 5 months

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╰┈➤ VI TALKS ABOUT THOR/MCU / anon / no longer accepting !

🔥 ( Thor and his relationship with Frigga )

||. Oh, man, Thor/Frigga is an interesting topic - because I feel the thor/mcu fandom tends to really characterize her one of two ways, and both are right and both are wrong.

The FIRST WAY is that "Frigga is a saint who can do no wrong, absolutely adores both of her boys and is the perfect mother" and... while I think that Frigga is certainly a perfectly loving and caring mother (and person tbh.) she very clearly had her FAVORITE son. There's a huge element of neglect towards Thor that goes overlooked in this take that I don't agree with, even if I don't subscribe to the idea that Frigga was purposefully neglectful, either.

....Which happens to be the SECOND WAY that the fandom (mostly the mcu!loki fandom, as usual) mischaracterizes Frigga, and by proxy Thor/Frigga's bond as well. In this take, they make Frigga's favoritism and doting over Loki go too far. To the point where she's passive-aggressive and borderline toxic, just because Thor isn't her precious uwu frost-baby. I am a FIRM believer that even if Loki was her favored son to hang out with, Frigga still didn't love Thor any less. It's just a very complex relationship, overall.

My personal take on Frigga is as follows:

Ultimately: Thor is her son! Her only child! And so is Loki, and I think she loved them BOTH so dearly. At the end of the day though, Thor has to spend his time with the other aesir in the family, and that's not Frigga, it's Odin. Not only that, but Frigga has more in common with Loki, so they have more to talk about in 1:1 moments together. What I think this led to was an unfortunate cycle in which she spent so much energy doting over Loki, making sure he felt seen/heard and had "some sun for himself" that she COMPLETELY neglected to see that her other son was in just as much pain as the youngest was; that while Loki is the underdog, Thor still needed his mother, and DID NOT have it all together. She was completely fooled by Thor's façade just like everyone else. And only realized how estranged they had become when it was too late, and she couldn't reach Thor anymore. (She also died before she could make it right.)

To further explain these two opposing takes, the first characterization comes (presumably) from the following:

Frigga being a very wise and clearly empathetic individual. The "glue" that keeps the family together. (a general observation due to how she interacts with her family. specifically: "[Odin] kept the truth [about you being a frost giant] from you so that you would never feel different. You are our son, Loki, and we your family. You must know that." thor (2011), and immediately accepting jane as her daughter-in-law in Thor: Dark World comes to mind. )

Frigga arguing with Odin about Thor's banishment (deleted scene.)

Frigga (attempting) to assuage Thor's anxiety pre!coronation (deleted scene)

I think this particular take is relatively accurate in characterizing Frigga's motherly nature, yes. But what it neglects to keep in mind is that:

Frigga was complicit in the lie of Loki's heritage. Her line about "Odin" not wanting Loki to feel different can also be read as her using Odin as a bit of straw-man for her own feelings. (@mischiefmodig and I have actually come to the conclusion "not wanting loki to feel different" was originally HER idea when Loki was very small. Odin is too pragmatic to come up with it. BUT when he got older, Frigga changed her mind, and Odin didn't want to tell Loki at that point because it'd cause a meltdown. Which it did.)

Frigga arguing for Thor's sake post!banishment was NOT done while Thor was aware of this development. HE IS NOT AWARE THAT THIS HAPPENED. From his perspective, she never fought for him, and more importantly: even if he did find out AFTER the fact, during his banishment, THOR DIDN'T EXPECT HER TO. In fact, Thor accepts that Frigga disowned him the second Loki lies to his face about that detail in THOR. (Re: "Mother has forbidden your return.") It makes no sense for Thor to believe this so immediately if they were close. (he WAS close to Loki, who he trusts implicitly, especially because he's family.)

While Frigga does attempt to assuage Thor's anxiety before the coronation, the key word here is ATTEMPT. She doesn't succeed. It's actually staggering how badly she misses the mark, and he continues to be largely unfocused and anxious about it. Even though Loki's scene with Thor happened before Frigga's, it was Loki who was able to say what needed to be said to calm Thor down where Frigga couldn't. ("You're my brother, and my friend [...] never doubt that I love you." / T: "How do I look?" L: "Like a king.")

The second take comes from a very loud and large portion of the loki!fandom in particular who absolutely despises Thor as a character and prefer Loki in every way. To the point where, I suppose, Thor is "an abusive brother"... Which makes no sense. It's ultimately a lot of projection. HOWEVER, I can't say it's entirely inaccurate to the favoritism displayed either. Some things I can say Frigga messed up on are as follows:

The official marvel comic (taking place between thor 2011 and avengers) in which Frigga endlessly searches for Loki and refuses to believe he's dead instead of mourning his loss with her husband and son. (Which is saying a lot, given that Thor and Odin both saw Loki attempt suicide by letting go into a black hole.) While she was right in the end, this is ... really negligent at the end of the day. (it puts SUCH a bad taste in my mouth that I refuse to consider it canon since it's not the movie's material anyways. I do think she searched for Loki, but more that she was searching for his body so they could have SOMETHING to bury.)

This scene of Frigga telling Thor that "[he] and your father cast large shadows"... Which is true and not necessarily a bad thing to say, but the line that preceded this was ultimately Thor just asking Frigga if she regrets teaching Loki her magic because of all the trouble (and war crimes) he’s committed with it…. And her answer was no —> proceeds to remind thor that he overshadowed Loki. (I don't think he took that personally or was bothered by it, but the answer isn't exactly well-timed or considerate of ... everything.)

TL;DR: Thor and Frigga aren't close. They're "close enough", but the fact that he doesn't shed tears at her funeral, (he weeps for loki THREE TIMES and is utterly enraged by Odin's death. Hers is the ONLY death thor is witness to where he does not actively react to at all.), speaks of her as if he's speaking highly of a well-esteemed stranger, has no reaction to her attempts to meet his emotional needs, responds minimally to her physical affections (mostly talking about body language, he's very stiff with her in a safe environment vs. a battle environment, as shown respectively), actively shuts her out in a time of mourning (she has to ask sif how her OWN SON is doing post!loki's death), and fully believed that she would not have fought for his right to return home —and in fact, FORBADE IT — with no questioning shows me as much, even if they do have some very soft moments together.

#(i do think also a large part of their strained relationship comes from thor...just kind of expecting all of this???)#(in a lot of ways its the very classic “child doesn't think that parent loves them as much as the parent loves their sibling”)#(which is inherently NOT TRUE - but it's on the /parent/ to prove the child wrong not the other way around. at the end of the day-)#(thor firmly believes that love is something /he/ needs to earn. that HE needs to be 'worthy' of.)#(something that i would go as far as to say he clearly thought he needed to earn even /before/ odin's enchantment)#(and being estranged from your own mother would certainly help hammer that home.... pun intended.)#( meta . ) — son of cosmos . lightning flows through thy veins .#( headcanon . ) — glory to the man who toils for his land . may it ever prosper .#( frigga . ) — the wisest woman of all asgard .#( ooc . ) — stories that leap from the page .#( q . ) — i will return for you .

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worstloki · 4 years

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Loki: the Tesseract tastes weird

Thor: why do you know what the tesseract tastes like

Loki:

Thor: Loki?

Loki:

Thor: LOKI?!

Loki: *makes a run for it*

Thor: TELL ME YOU DIDN'T EAT THE TESSERACT--

#loki is a tesseract eater confirmed #AU where he didn't ''steal'' the tesseract he looked at it in the vault and was hungry so he just took it as a light snack #infinity war confirmed the tesseract would be crunchy and I still believe the plot would've been so much better if loki hadn't died #everyone else did what was expected of them but loki is the 1 person that is openly supposed to be a wild card #Dr Strange giving up the stone wasn't a surprise and the people getting snapped and returning in endgame wasn't a surprise #but literally anything loki could have done that would've impacted the plot in any way would've been refreshing simply because its ~*loki*~#and no i'm not saying this as a fan i'm saying this because he's literally just reached the opposite side of his arc #he has the opportunity to act of his own free will on the side of the heroes and we've seen what chaos he creates when forced into villainy #not only would every single character interaction be gold but loki's also meta to an extent and does things for the sake of it #if peter suggested a dance off there was a 50:50 chance loki would seriously consider factoring that into a plan #by SAYING loki is a hero now and not giving him a chance to demonstrate it to an extent that would have any impact other than shock value #they kinda wasted a character that should've been an integral part of the film while introducing nothing new about him #we already know loki is good and was a victim who acted as a villain due to specific circumstances but he needed to actually showcase that #loki already demonstrated selflessness in thor 2 and he's also proven time and time again he values his own life less than others like thor #so his 'sacrifice' scene comes across as proving he'd finally given up and stopped fighting when he learnt thor/hulk couldn't take thanos on #which is exactly the opposite of what loki is all about #loki is about starting at a low point with nothing to lose and fighting to gain SOMETHING even if its just respect/acceptance/validation #he's about surviving; living through something and taking the experiences as an opportunity to know yourself more and create your own agency #so yeah killing him off the way they did was real disrespectful and no I will not believe he actually died or will stay dead #that narrative is trash

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nostxlgia18 · 3 years

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Seven Minutes In Heaven

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1. Loki Laufeyson

"How about Loki and Y/n?" Natasha offered, a childlike grin on her face.

"Haha, that was a funny joke!" You laughed out loud, expecting everyone else to join in, but instead, they just stared at you intently.

"Are you serious about this? Nothing is going to happen; we'd almost kill each other in there" with an eye roll, you state.

Loki and you were not friends; he used to tease you and pull pranks on you. Unless it was for work, you didn't talk to each other much.

"Come on, you can do it! Get your asses inside the guest room closet, Y/n and Loki" Tony yelled.

"What! No way am I going in there." You politely decline the invitation.

"Are you scared, Y/l/n?" Loki cocked his head and smirked.

"Why would I waste my time with you in there? Instead, Thor, I'm inviting you to join me!" Your self-assurance increasing.

"Umm...I-" Thor was cut by the blue-eyed devil. "Ha! I don't want to be in there with a coward anyway. Miss Romanoff take the lead." he requested Natasha.

'Coward? hmpf' thinking to yourself, you stood up and walked to the guest room.

Loki followed your lead and stood alongside you in front of the large closet door.

"Don't even think of trying anything in there!" you hissed, as you pulled your hair back into a ponytail. "You wish!" he muttered.

"Uff, let's get this Seven Minutes in Hell done quickly, shall we?" You enter the not-that-big-walk-in-closet.

You're both silent, staring at everything but the person in front of you. Loki then turned to face you and remarked, "So you want Thor to be here, huh?"

"At least, he's a better option than you," you sneer. Loki chuckles and then stares at you.

"What?" you inquire. He makes a gesture toward something behind you. Before you can turn around and see "There's a spider behind you," he whispers.

SPIDER? That's the only thing you're afraid of in the entire world.

You yelp and dash over to Loki's side, your back pressed against his front. "Where is it? Where is it?" while you look for the creature, Loki snakes his arm around your waist and draws you close to him.

You gasp as you feel his hot breath on your neck, his hand making patterns on your waist while the other tugs on your gown by the slit. He inhales your scent and growls "fuck...you smell heavenly". He starts lining open-mouthed kisses in the crook of your neck, to which you can't help but moan and shut your eyes. You run your fingers through his silky hair, giving him even more access to your neck to devour. Loki then turns you around and dashes his lips to yours in a very eager lusty full kiss. He slams you against the other wall, causing you to gasp and giving him the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth.

He moans at your taste and taps on your exposed thigh by the slit, taking his indication you strap your leg on his waist. He then sets you on the counter and attacks your neck, collarbone, down to your breasts with kisses and light bites. You pull your dress strap down exposing your breasts, Loki eyes turn darker with desire and he latched onto your nipple like a baby, making you a moaning mess.

After giving equal attention to both your breasts he removed your panties, ready to give attention you the part that has been throbbing the whole make-out session for some realese. Loki went on his knees, spreading your legs completely "Such a pretty pussy, I can smell your arousal love!" he growled.

"Please!" you whimpered. "Please what darling?" he whispered still staring at your pussy.

Your eyes dart to him 'Fuck he looks so hot just staring at your folds ready to eat them till you dry out'

"Please Loki, I need to feel your tongue on my pussy" you whine in need.

He then looks up and stares at you through his lashes and laps onto your folds for his dear life, slurping every tiny drop you're ready to offer. Your hand grip his hair tight, pushing him as close to your folds as possible. He loved this feeling of getting chocked to your sweet pussy. Gosh he could taste this sweet nectar you offer all his life.

You were on the edge, his tongue lapping every bit of your pussy, giving you pleasure like never before.

"Loki, I'm.....I'm cu.." you couldn't finish your sentence as a very whiny moan left your lips

"Cum for me" he mumbled and you bucked your hips closer to him,

Two licks and you came all over his mouth, exhaling loudly.

He stood back up to face you with a mischievous smirk. As you were about to cup him through his pants.

BANG!

There was a loud bang on the door.

"Did you guys actually kill each other inside?" yelled Banner.

"I want you in my room in 10 minutes, we have some business to take care of" you order referring to the bump in his pants.

"Yes ma'am!" he replied and gave you one last peck before leaving the closet.

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iamanartichoke · 3 years

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Another totally unprompted ask, on the assumption that you are definitely no longer in need of them… another thing I’m trying to work out about Loki characterisation in preparation for perpetrating fic torture on him is how suicidal the poor sod is most of the time. This is another thing I’ve seen referred to a lot but only in passing. Though obviously this is a pretty triggery topic, so ignore if you want.

I am always in need of totally unprompted asks, otherwise I just assume no one wants to talk to me lmao

So, hoo boy. I have been mulling over this for, apparently, three days now bc there's just ... there's a lot to unpack here. Putting under a cut for obviously triggery content and also for length bc fml.

In my opinion, the response to "how suicidal is Loki most of the time" is "very, but whether or not he wants to do anything about it varies from moment to moment" (see what I did there? I'll see myself out). In other words, I have always had a headcanon that Loki is consistently, passively suicidal. This is a headcanon that comes straight from TDW, bc I'm certain that Loki never had any intention of surviving their mission. And that could be a whole other post, really, but the point is that even though this is a TDW-centric headcanon, I have come to adopt it as applying to Loki in general as well, not just in those specific circumstances.

When I say passively suicidal, I mean that Loki is just sort of ambivalent about the value of his own life. He feels like he doesn't deserve to be alive, and feels like there's little point in being alive. Which - I don't mean to sound all gloom and doom, like, poor uwu emo Loki (and I kinda hate that I have to pause to disclaim that, no, I don't just have a fixation on Loki being depressed for funsies/the aesthetic/whatever); I think that this mindset stems from really complicated places that I'm not sure I can articulate, but I will try.

I view Loki as someone who suffers from a severe inferiority complex, and I feel like it stems from being abandoned as an infant. Loki's life started with a traumatic event and, even if he doesn't remember the event itself, the feelings he experienced stayed in his subconscious. Feelings of loss, of fear, of despair and abandonment, of suffering - these are all feelings that burrowed into his bones and lived there for his entire life, feelings that colored how Loki viewed himself as a person as well as how he compared to the people around him.

Keep in mind that Loki didn't know he was abandoned until the events of Thor 1, obviously. We don't really know how old Loki is, in human years, but I have always assumed that he and Thor were at least adults (not teenagers), maybe the equivalent of early twenties - and the reason I bring that up is because it means Loki made it all the way to adulthood carrying the weight of a trauma that he did not remember or even knew had happened, so to him, there was no real reason for how wrong he felt. There was no explanation for the feelings of loss, of neglect, of fear. So on top of struggling with those feelings, Loki was also burdened with the alienation that comes with wondering why one can't just be like everyone else, why one can't just "snap out" of depression, why one's sense of self-worth has always been lacking.

So imagine what it's like to grow up as Loki. He was traumatized as an infant. The trauma has been with him his entire life, along with the confusion/alienation of not understanding why he feels the way that he does, and then on top of that, his basic personality lends itself toward introspection and isolation, so he likely felt even further removed from Thor and from his peers. Loki's too smart for his own good, and he's got an enormous capacity to feel and I feel like this is a combination that works against him as much as it does for him, bc it probably means he spent a lot of time examining himself and identifying all of his perceived flaws - and then berating himself for said flaws.

People with depression are probably pretty familiar with the bully that lives in your head, the one who is always there to remind you that you're stupid, or ugly, or that nobody likes you, or that you have nothing of value to contribute to anyone, etc. Loki's no different; he's got that bully in his head, too. Add onto this the fact that his brother is literally perfect, that he feels his father doesn't love him (or love him as much), that his interests in things like magic are looked down on in his culture, and that he's a prince (meaning that along with the privilege comes pressure, and being in the public eye, knowing that everyone around him is comparing him to Thor as much as he compares himself to Thor, well.) and you have a total clusterfuck of a mindset, and Loki's been existing inside of that clusterfuck for nearly all of his life.

I always go back to the quote where, when filming I think the vault scene, Kenneth Branagh directs Tom by saying, "This is the moment where the thin steel rod holding your brain together snaps." And it's such a significant moment for Loki bc this is where it all crumbles for him, learning the truth, but I also fixate on the "thin steel rod" part of the quote bc that's not how one would describe a healthy, stable person's mind. The implication, to me, has always been that Loki wasn't that stable to start with due to his general upbringing, his internal struggles, and his personality, so of course the devastation of learning he's adopted, and Jotun, would send him over the edge. One doesn't go from zero to 60; one doesn't fall over the edge unless they were balancing fairly close to it in the first place. And to me, the "thin steel rod" basically equals the aforementioned clusterfuck of a mindset.

THE POINT IS. (Holy shit, I ramble.) This is the foundation on which I'm basing my headcanon that Loki neither values his life nor feels as if he even deserves to live it - bc his default mindset is one of inferiority, of loss, of pain. And I think that going from being a general unstable person pre-canon to being passively suicidal post-canon is a thing that happened because, somewhere between the vault in Thor 1 and the dungeons in TDW, Loki just stopped caring.

Life is exhausting for everyone, but even moreso when your mental load becomes more than you can carry. Loki is exhausted. His experience is that things just keep getting worse and worse for him - he's never been valued, he's always been found wanting. He discovers that he was literally thrown away as an infant, unwanted and left to die, and things haven't gotten much better for him since then. Everything that can go wrong, does go wrong. His plans spin out of control. He's unable to prove his worth and his value and when he is, in fact, rejected, he literally tries to kill himself (only to survive and end up in an even worse situation).

It all just continually goes downhill, and Loki is fucking exhausted. He's done. He has no hope that anything is ever going to change - he will never be valued or even seen, he's unable to connect to anyone, he has no family (aside from Thor, but their relationship is so fraught with pain). As far as he's concerned, his life has been nothing but a waste since he was born and if no one else values it, why should he?

So - passively suicidal. He places no value on his life, and doesn't shy away from situations that could cost him his life. It's possible that the only reason he's not actively suicidal is bc his previous attempt not only failed but led to such a horrible situation that he's probably too afraid to intentionally seek out death again. He doesn't want to fail and end up worse off for it.

And - not that you asked this in particular, but - my biggest disappointment in the series is that none of what I've just written is addressed in a satisfying way (to me). That is, we don't get any real explicit acknowledgement of the trauma of Loki's abandonment as a baby or how that affected his mental health growing up; we don't get to explore how devastated he was to learn of his adoption; we don't ever see him reconcile his ingrained belief that jotuns are monstrous savages with the fact that he is jotun. He says "I betrayed everyone I loved, but I'm different now" and we're supposed to infer what he means without Loki actually articulating why he feels that he's the only one who should be held responsible for all these things that had happened or what "I've changed" even means to him (aside from not betraying Sylvie).

I would have liked to see these things addressed for a lot of reasons, but one of those reasons is that I would want to see how Loki comes to terms with all of his issues and his pain enough that he stops being passively suicidal. We never get to see that; after TDW, the time that passes allows for Loki to kinda chill, resulting in the Ragnarok version, but if there was any real healing or recovering going on, it was happening off-screen, with the audience expected to just go with "yeah Loki was going through it for awhile but he's kinda better now."

Furthermore, much of what I've written here is based on prime Loki's development through TDW, but doesn't account for series Loki's split from that timeline nor the theme of "Lokis survive" that's so prevalent in the series. So I don't think the "passively suicidal" headcanon is really appropriate for series Loki but, at the same time, I'd like to have seen why. I'd like to have seen Loki learning to value his life, or where the "we survive" mindset comes from, since that's not really been a thing before now. (Out of universe, I suspect it comes from the context of Loki just not dying whenever he tries to, but since TDW and IW haven't happened, and Loki didn't intend to survive his fall from the bifrost, framing Loki as an innate survivor doesn't really make sense, but to be fair, I'm just being picky.)

So, yeah. I'm not saying Loki doesn't experience growth or development in the series, I'm just saying that his arc left much unsaid and, furthermore, framing his growth as "wanting a throne to not wanting a throne" without addressing that Loki doesn't actually want the power of the throne, he wants the value and self-worth he associates with the throne, is - well, again, unsatisfying. Not bad, but it leaves viewers like me wanting bc we're cognizant of how much more could have been done.

I ... am going to end this now. This is probably nonsensical and all over the place, so I'm very sorry, and I'm sure this is why I don't get meta-starter asks lmfao bc no one's out here trying to read my dissertation submission for a Ph.D in Loki, but well, sometimes it just be like that.

Thank you for the ask and the opportunity to ramble.

#asks #charlotte replies #loki pokey artichokey #loki series #loki series criticism #loki meta #tw suicidal ideation #tw suicide attempt #tw suicide #tw mental health #tw depression #i spent two fucking hours on this yet i still feel like it's rambly nonsense #i hit stream-of-consciousness at some point and just went with it #and now i'm too lazy to revise #so i'm sorry #this'll probably only get like 10 notes anyway bc that's how it be on tumblr #put effort in and get little validation; put no effort in and everyone loses their minds

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Dúfa (Part Ten of "The Bad Guy")

Title | Dúfa

Series | The Bad Guy (Part Ten)

Summary | Y/N is the new member of the Avenger’s team and is slowly adjusting to life as Tony’s secretary/assistant. She is also an ex-Hydra slave training to be an Avenger. She has grown quite close with the frowned-upon team member, Loki, and everyone fought her when she accepted his offer for a bookstore date. After a successful date at the bookstore, they return to the headquarters. Haunted by her past, she finally breaks down and tells Loki. How will he react?

Pairings | Loki x Y/N, Steve x Bucky, Peter P. x Unnamed Boy

Genre | Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Story Warnings | Bullying (maybe?), Yelling, Mentions of Y/N’s past, Vomit

Series Warnings | Cursing, Mental Illness (Depression, anxiety, PTSD, etc.), sex, explicit sex, drinking, possible drug use, mentions of LBGTQ+, subtle and not-so-subtle homophobia, tell me if you see more.

Translations | dúfa – Dove – Old Norse

Author's Note | I’ve changed a few things about my story intro setup. As you can see, I’ve added a genre tab to label fics as smut, fluff, angst, and more; as well as one for translations.

Also, I would like to announce that this is my 100th post on Tumblr!

This story takes place in a perfect universe where Nebula snapped instead of Tony, and Thanos is dead. Everyone else is alive, and all is well. Peter Parker is openly bisexual. AKA: This is how Marvel SHOULD have gone.

Words | 2,144

Loki insisted on opening the car door for me, showing me that perhaps deep down, there was a gentleman within him.

I stepped out into the sun and looked up at his face, immediately blushing under his gaze. Nervously, I reached for his hand, and he stared at it for a long while before grabbing my hand and holding me closer than expected.

I bit my lip to hide my grin before we were walking into the building and passed the security check-in.

The elevator was awkward. Me, Loki, and Bruce all stood in silence while Loki and I kept exchanging glances like that of lovesick teenagers.

When the doors slid open, I noticed two things immediately.

1. Everyone was in the living room and staring at us.

2. Bucky was on Steve's lap, and it was ridiculously cute.

I gulped as we stepped out into the open and the room went quiet. Everyone's eyes flickered from me to Loki, and our entwined hands.

"Heya Y/N. Mr. Loki." Peter said cheerfully, always being the best at breaking awkward tension. "Did you get good books?"

Loki held up the bags of books he insisted on carrying. "We did."

While Loki's voice was neither nice nor rude, his face looked decently polite. I squeezed his hand and he peeked down at me, even daring to smile.

He started pulling me down the hallway towards the library as Peter continued telling Tony and Steve about a boy he was going on a date with. I almost asked to stay and listen to him, to encourage him, but when I looked into Loki’s eyes, I melted.

I knew Peter, Steve, and Bucky dealt with awful people in the public regarding their sexualities. Tony told me that once Peter was jumped and beat up a few days after the public found out that their friendly neighborhood Spiderman was bisexual. Bucky and Steve were called names every time they went out together. They’d begun having dates at private places where no one could bother them.

But I had no time to let my thoughts wander before we were turning into the library entrance. Loki still held my hand, which gave me butterflies in the pit of my stomach, while he pulled me over to the couch we usually sat on.

He used to sit in the chair but ever since that day I had an interaction with Steve, he’s sat next to me on the couch. He always sat as far on the opposite side as he could. Loki was an enthusiastic fan of personal space. Even now, with our interlocked fingers, there was at least a foot between us.

Again, he sat on the other end, and placed the bag of books in between us, starting to sort through what was his and what was mine. While I desperately wanted to move the bag and get closer to him, I held back, wondering if maybe it was a trauma thing from the brainwashing, or childhood experiences.

I made a mental note to ask Thor.

“I had fun,” I whispered, reaching for my Stephen King book, Carrie.

He looked at my face, and a soft grin stretched across his thin lips. “So did I,”

“I could probably convince Tony to let this happen more often since you did behave.” He chuckled. “Maybe I could even convince him to drop Bruce.”

He met my eyes again, his face soft, but blank. He only nodded, and then sat back with his book, crossing his legs, and falling back into a gentle silence. I watched him for a moment, not caring that he knew I was staring.

He’d caught me a few times before, never seeming offended, just merely curious. I had been warned repeatedly that Loki was a selfish, arrogant, cocky creature that only cared about himself and his rise to power. But since knowing him, I’d never seen those things. He was quiet, shy even; timid.

I wondered how they saw him as anything less than what he was, a god.

“Weak,” Bucky spit once he had me pinned against the ground again. “You make the same moves over and over Y/N; you’re predictable. If we let you into the battlefield, the only thing we’d bring back is a body bag.”

I huffed, sitting back up and glaring at him.

“I’m trying, okay?”

“You’re distracted. You’re fighting with your hands, but not with your mind.” He knelt next to me, handing me my water bottle and a cold rag.

I sighed, wiping my face down and taking a big drink.

“Talk to me,” Bucky said, rubbing my shoulder. “Where’s your head at?”

“I’m fine. I’m here.” I tried standing up to train more, but Bucky pushed me down back and shook his head.

“Y/N…” I groaned, sitting back on the matt, and looking up at his face. “I heard Tony and Fury talking.”

His head tilted.

“About Loki,”

“Ahh…”

“Stark wants to send him back to Asgard.”

“What does Fury want?”

“That’s the thing. Fury wants to make him an Avenger, officially.” Bucky still didn’t seem to understand why I was so worried, so I continued. “If they give him the option between becoming an Avenger, and going home… He’ll go back to Asgard.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

I tilted my head in confusion, and he said, “Before, maybe. But before he had no reason to stay. And now I’d say he does. He’d stay for you, I think.”

“Bucky there’s no way I have enough impact on him to come to that conclusion.”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And I’ve seen the way you look back at him. We all have. Why do you think we’re so worried about you?”

I laughed, and he stood, offering me his hand.

“Still, the opportunity to be home? Back with his mother? In the place he’s grown up in. I wouldn’t turn that down if I were given the option and had such a castle as my childhood home.”

“You never did tell me about your childhood,” Bucky mused, walking ahead of me.

I froze.

“Now that I think of it, you’ve never told me anything about you.” He turned. “Y/N? You okay?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, yes, I’m fine. I’m just uhm, I need to use the restroom.” I all but ran from the gym, barely making it to the restroom in time to vomit.

I wiped the tear away, feeling slightly pathetic for crying. But going through Hydra files about me always made me cry. Though they weren’t really about me. Sure, it was my body that did all these things, but it wasn’t me.

I hadn’t told anyone on the Avengers about my past as the Grim Reaper. Hell, I hadn’t told anyone. And the only person who knew about my time in the Red Room was Fury, and he promised to keep it out of all the records. No one was to ever know who I was.

I jumped when I heard a knock at my door and wiped my face, sniffling and composing myself enough to yell, “Who is it?”

“It’s me.” Loki’s golden voice yelled back.

I closed the files and my computer, shoving them to the side so I could slide my jacket on and stand to get to the door. I opened it, and Loki looked at me through his long lashes. He held two mugs, one with tea and one with chocolate. He grinned at me.

“You did not show at the library.”

“I honestly didn’t think you’d notice.”

Loki’s face dropped, and for the first time, he looked sad.

“Of course, I noticed. May I come in?”

“Sure.” I opened the door and stepped out of his way as he handed me my mug. It steamed as I blew on it lightly.

He strolled in, appearing to glance around the room in a slow, judgmental fashion. I wondered if it would be of his approval, but he said nothing, just sat carefully on the very edge of my bed, as if he was scared to break it.

He glanced at the stacks of papers and then at me, “Hydra files?”

“I was just peaking through some old missions. Tony said they may let me go on a small one next month if I keep up with training.”

“That’s good.”

I sat in the middle of the bed, crossing my legs and laying a pillow in my lap to rest my hot mug on. A long, silent second passed before he spoke again.

“James called me.”

“Bucky,” I corrected, and he grinned.

“Bucky called me.”

“That snitch,” I whispered, making him smirk with a glint of mischief in his beautiful emerald eyes.

“I would not quite say that. He did not give me very much information but told me to check on you.”

“You’re not here because I didn’t show at the library.”

“Well, I had planned to ask you about it there, but when you didn’t show, I figured I would come to you. ” I grinned, sipping my hot chocolate carefully. “What happened during training?”

“Nothing,”

“Y/N… It was not'nothing'. You ran and vomited and haven’t come out of your room all day. For an extrovert, that is quite odd.”

“I’m not an extrovert!”

“Of all the things I just said, that is what offends you? You are worse off than I thought.” I nudged his arm, rolling my eyes.

“I had some anxiety. I’m fine.”

“About what?” I took a deep breath. “Against contrary belief, you can trust me, Y/N.”

“I know.” I nodded. “I do trust you. More than anyone here. This just… this is something I’ve never told anyone. And I haven’t said it out loud in so many years, I’m not sure that I can.”

“Then show me.”

I gulped and reached for the Hydra files, handing them to him. He looked at the cover a minute before peaking at me while he opened them. He glanced over the page about the Grim Reaper, and then over the pages about the Red Room.

“I have never heard of him. Was he a soldier?”

“She was who Hydra sent when the soldiers couldn’t finish the job.” I met Loki’s eyes and his face dropped.

“Oh. Oh.”

I gulped, staring down at my steaming mug and not speaking, afraid I would cry. That was the last thing I needed, for Loki to see how weak I was.

Silently, he flipped through the pages for a moment.

“Does Stark know?”

“No one knows. Fury knows about the Red Room, but that’s it. Bucky knows I was there, but he never asked any questions. No one knows the Reaper even exists. I’m the only person with these files, I stole them when I left Hydra.”

“What does Hydra think happened?”

“According to Hydra, the Grim Reaper died in an explosion during the failed assassination of Canada’s prime minister.”

Loki set his mug down on my nightstand, and then the files next to it, crawling over to me. I continued to stare down at my chocolate until he put his index finger beneath my chin and forced my eyes to his. My lip trembled and then he wrapped his arms around me.

“They are never going to hurt you again sweet dúfa. I won’t let them.”

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trutrustories · 5 months

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STUDY IN LOKI ROMANCE

Part 3: 1893

Warning: This is gonna be LONG post, lots of screenshots, lots of SPOILERS, lot of "oh-my-god-they-so-cute" language, and little bit of meta.

IIIIIIIIII = anything, that coud potentialy be just acting choice.

IIIIIIIIII = everything else (tzn.: whatever was written, and/or carefully prepared by filmmakers. )

EPISODE 1 HERE EPISODE 2 HERE

Episode 3, here we go:

22) matching suits part 2 anyone, who work on those costumes: I want to kiss you all!

23) Another exhibition of touches:

the challange name is: "how close we can get, before we sink into each other"

24) "And they lived happily ever after..." They had some lokius fan in the editing room, I´m telling ya! This retro movie style transition... THAT is my roman empire...

like seriously? what is the purpose of this? I can´t wrap my head around it. someone just thought that it is really crucial to end this scene with two of them in a circle. OK.

but WHY?

It was LITTERALY used only once! (I´m sorry, but as someone, who works as an editor, this just driving me crazy 🤒🫠)

25) Loki and Mobius enjoying popcorn:

I have several things to say here:

ever heard about when one person is "forced" to have fun for the first time, and to try new things by the other person, and he´s protesting and is all about work and serious matters, but secretly loves it and is visibly relaxed and happy? - Because I´m sure this is some bloody romantic comedy trope, that everyone have seen about hundred times!

"Oh look, you have a piece of food on the chin, let me just…"

I know I already said this somewhere, but, this is the moment, where in my language suddenly (completely randomly) switched from formal way of speaking to each other to intimate way of speaking to each other. (I´m Czech, btw, and I have no idea, what happened in that recording studio but it had to be interesting)

26) Also... Bickering like married couple (part 3)

27) "You know sometimes I forget, that you are one of them... Blows my mind!"

Mobius being Loki´s fan.

Also yeas. Loki is one of them. God. And Mobius is a small, normal dude. JUST A HUMAN. Analyst, even! And they´re eating popcorn together.... also Loki will do whatever Mobius wishes

28) another "let´s be as close as we physically can" challange

Loki can´t keep only eye on him. he needs hands, because reasons

29) Mobius supporting Loki in using magic...

... or I should say Loki using Magic, whenever Mobius wishes, because...

"Will you handle this please?" "Gently!"

And on top of that... not him, explaining, what just happened, to the public, by: "The amazing Loki, everyone! He´ll be here all week! 🥳🥳🥳"

who the heck asked, Mobius? stop showing off with your magical boyfriend

30) Victor/Ravonna - the most transparent mirror ever:

THIS scene? Are you kidding? Ravonna running towards Victor: "Mr Timley! are you okay? And Mobius running practicly at the same time towards Loki with: You allright?" and both helping their man up on their feet?! IN SYNC! this is too much.

WTF

31) THE BIKE THIS. this is the most GREENLY green point, I can think of. Someone had to have this vision. This idea. And put it in to screenplay. Someone had to find the bike. Someone was shooting this. Camera is moving around them. And they were all like GREAT idea, let´s have them riding tandem bike while chasing Ravonna and Timely, that makes complete sense! (even when we have Loki chasing Brad USING MAGIC one episode back) anyway... ever heard about "let´s do this crazy stupid thing - absolutely not - and then they do the thing" trope?

32) Loki going with Mobius, not even thinking about it anymore.

And to think, that I was expecting something like S01E03 (Lamentis episode)! Once again, I wasn´t prepared for amount of Lokius content I was actually served. What a surprise! 🤯

#loki #loki spoilers #loki and mobius #lokius #mobius m mobius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #loki s2 spoilers #loki season 2

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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All flavours of wrong (part 2)

Masterlist Part 1

Pairing: Loki x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: After falling for the wrong prince, you have to make the biggest and most difficult decision you’ve ever had. Would you let down thousands of people for the sake of just one?

Word count: 4.4K

Warnings: Implied sex, angst, death, fire.

“Oh, dear Gods”, he groaned in your neck, holding your whole body against his. You grabbed his hair gently, yet with a strong grip. Sinking his nose in your collarbones, he left a trace of kisses that left your skin burning red.

It was nearly six in the morning, and the Sun was about to welcome a new day. You and your lover did nothing but intoxicate in each other’s bodies the entirety of the night, in the hopes that nobody would hear you. He said he put a silence spell, but you were sure he didn’t. He, as much as he wanted you to have an assured future, couldn’t help but try to sabotage your upcoming marriage.

Tomorrow.

You’d get married to Thor in twenty four hours, and there you were. Holding back moans in his brother’s ear. That thought brought you back to reality and you pushed him away. He took a step back and looked at you with concern.

“Is everything alright? You didn’t like that?”. His voice was still in that same seductive and half groaning tone he got you easily naked with, but he sensed something was wrong.

“No. I mean. Yes, but no”.

“You’ll have to be more specific, darling”.

“I’m… I’m sorry. We can’t. I can’t”, you stuttered, and walked away while quickly finishing getting dressed and fixing your hair. He put a hand in your back, as if asking you to stay.

“Dear, talk to me”. You didn’t turn your back to him, not just yet. “Please”.

“Tomorrow’s wedding day. And after that, coronation. We can’t keep on doing this”.

He stayed silent, and put away the hand from your back. That made you finally turn and watch his expressions. He was hurt. But blinked fast, swallowed hard and drew a tiny smile.

“I understand”, he said, after a while. “You don’t want to see me again”, and before you could answer, he added “not like this, anyways”. You sighed. The last thing you wanted was to lose him. He felt like the right thing to do.

But he wasn’t.

“No, not like this”.

He nodded in agreement and lowered his gaze. You tried to reach for his hands, but he moved them away.

“You should leave”.

“Loki…”.

“Before your future husband awakes and you’re not there”.

“Loki, please, don’t get…”.

“Upset? Mad?”.

“You know why I’m doing this”.

“Yes. I know why. I just don’t get how you can actually get it done. I thought… I thought you would finally make the right decision”.

You lowered your head and inhaled a deep breath. You couldn’t look him in the eye and say that. But you had to say it. It was the best, for both of you. Actually, only for you.

“I am making the right decision. That’s the point”.

He would’ve scoffed if a stinging pain in his chest wouldn’t have stopped him to do so. Heartbroken, what a cliché, he thought.

Of course his brother would win him over everything. He got even angrier at himself; for falling for you. For allowing himself to think for even a fraction of a second that he could have possibly had a chance with you. That you would be different from everything he ever lost to his brother. But you were no different from everything else.

He wanted to fight for you, but he saw the look in your eyes. The fight was lost. You made a decision, and it was the right one for you.

His thoughts started to eat him alive. What if you didn’t actually love him? What if you merely desired his touch, since his brother was uninterested in you? Or worse, what if you just wanted one last wrong thing to do, the mischievous spark that needed to be lit off, having a fling with the useless brother? Why did he think you would be any different from everyone else?

You noticed his mind was going to dark places, and tried to reach for his hands once again. He was so immersed in his head he didn’t pull them away again. You held them tight and reassured him with a loving look that it was not what he thought.

“I love you, Loki”. You said. He tried to run away from his own head, but the thoughts were still there. He tried to respond sweetly, but he knew it would only come off as harshly. Because that’s just how he was; mean. Evil. Unworthy of your love and everything he would’ve ever wanted.

“Why would you say that just now? And why would you say it while you leave me?”.

“Because I want you to know, I truly love you. I’m not leaving because you’re wrong for me. I’m leaving because…”.

“Because, given the circumstances, I am, in fact, wrong for you”.

You sighed.

“Yes, but it’s not…”.

“If you’re gonna leave, then leave. Don’t make this act to pretend like you care”.

He immediately regretted saying this, and you sensed it. You stepped closer and slowly raised your hands. He didn’t flinch, nor moved away, so you allowed yourself to cup his face in your hands. He was cold, in every sense of the word. His eyes showed how hurt he actually was, but a poker face tried to hide it away, building the typical wall of stone he built around his heart. Your chest hurt; you didn’t think you’d be yet another person he’d have to be like that to. You hurt him and that was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

“I care”.

“Not enough”.

“I care, Loki”.

“Nonetheless…”.

“I care, I really do”.

“Sure, you do”.

“I care for you. I care. I love you, and I care. I wish I had a better choice, but I don’t”.

“You have a better choice”.

“This is the best. We will be better off like this”.

He raised a finger and corrected you:

“You’ll be better off”.

You stayed in silence, and finally let his face go. You allowed the tears to run down your face.

“Yes, I will. I’m sorry”.

“Farewell. And congratulations on your wedding”, he said coldly, and smiled sadly before disappearing behind a halo of green lights.

“Loki, wait!”.

What did you even want him to stop leaving for? It didn’t matter, for he was gone.

“You look stunning”, said Sif, entering your room. The maids were helping you get ready with all the ceremonial things you had to take care of. Too many of them focused on your looks. Apparently, it mattered so much for the Asgardian citizens for his next King to be married to, basically, a mannequin. Gods, you were barely able to move.

“I look idiotic”.

“It’s the makeup, maybe too much”.

“Too much of everything, I’m so tired of this. Can’t it be a little… less? Of everything”.

“I’m sorry, friend. But you’re marrying the prince, that’s just how things are in the Palace”.

“Can’t I marry in my warrior clothes? You’ll be dressed the same!”, you joked. Sif laughed sadly. She knew how little you wanted to do this. She has known you your whole life, fought with you every battle. Except this last one.

“The point is you’re not dressed the same as someone else”.

You started taking off your makeup, and Sif immediately stopped you.

“Hey, remember why you’re doing this”.

You sighed and tears formed in the corner of your eyes. She pulled you out of your chair and hugged you tightly. I definitely needed a hug, you though.

“Yes, I… think I’m just stressed. My head is everywhere”, you lied. Sif knew exactly what troubled you.

“I think your head is only in one place, and that’s the problem”.

You looked at her with a sad smile. A smile that showed her just how much you wanted to throw everything away and go with your lover. But you needed this, and so did the thousands of people that counted on you becoming the King’s companion.

“Is it truly a problem?”.

“It is. You need to get your life together, and out of him. He’s only gonna bring you more worries in your life”.

You were sure Sif was not seeing in him what you did, but you couldn’t say anything. And maybe… maybe she was right. Maybe it was a troubled life you would be expecting if you ran away with the wrong prince.

“You’re right. I’m… I’m gonna suck it up for once. And not do what I please. I’m marrying Thor and wearing the Crown, that’s the plan. The best plan”.

“The perfect plan, dear”, added Sif.

“What plan?”, asked Queen Frigga, getting into your room. You got startled and laughed nervously.

“No plan, I mean, the only plan. The marriage”, you stuttered. Sif laughed obnoxiously, trying to cover your doubts.

“They’s just nervous about the wedding, don’t worry about it”.

“I worry about everything, my darlings”, said Frigga with her usual grace. She put a strand of your hair away from your face and asked one of the maids to fix your corset. “That’s why everything turns out alright at the end”.

“And in the meantime, is it chaos?”.

“A controlled chaos”, she said without blinking.

“How do you control chaos, my Queen?”.

“You expect it, and then you overcome it”. You sat on her words a little, and then she added “how much from yours are we expecting in the next hours?”.

You faked a smile.

“I love your Son very much”.

“I have no doubts about it”.

Sif gulped. The double meaning of the conversation was suffocating you three. You were sure Queen Frigga knew, but she had you in the palm of her hand. Being the master manipulator she was, deceiving her was not the easiest. And Loki did nothing to hide his feelings around you; at least not until you put an end to it that same morning.

You haven't seen him all day. He wasn't in his room, nor in the places he frequented. You looked for him, but finding him was a lost cause.

"Sif dear, would you help me out with the designs of the bouquet?", said Queen Frigga with a suggestive glance to the door. Sif patted your back and whispered "be strong" before leaving with your mother-in-law.

You had a fraction of a second for yourself, which was enough time to look for a thousand ways you could escape. But it was only daydreams. You wouldn't. You knew better. You asked yourself if it was actually for the better. What about Loki? You haven't seen him all day long and it was starting to worry you. What if he wasn't actually just ignoring you? What if he was getting in trouble?

You shook away the thoughts as soon as you realized. Whatever he did, it was not your fault. You did what both of you knew you'd do from the beginning. Whatever he did now, it was on him.

"May I come in?".

You turned around. Lingering in the door, Thor's back was greeting you.

"You're not supposed to see me".

"Yeah, that's why I'm turned around". You laughed and walked to him as he turned around to face you. "You look gorgeous".

"Thank you", you said as if accepting the compliment of a stranger. Wasn't it, after all?

"I can't help but think about how you'd react if my little brother said those words".

"He's not that little, you know".

"You keep defending him, but he doesn't need you to".

"You're right. You're right, he doesn't need me to", you nodded, thinking about your last conversation.

Thor entered the room and walked around, passing a finger through the paintings and the covers of the books.

"He's hurt", he said after a while. You knitted your eyebrows.

"Why are you telling me this?".

"Because we all need what we don't have".

"What do you mean?".

He closed the door after checking nobody was out there. Your anxiety started to grow bigger as he delayed explanations.

"Because you need him, he needs you, I need to get out of this position and you need the benefits a Crown would give you".

You gulped and waited for him to elaborate. He didn't.

"What are you trying to say?".

"I have a plan".

The best plan. The perfect plan. The only plan.

Sif was going to walk you. She grabbed your arm before the big doors opened, and gave you a reassuring smile.

To say hundreds were in that room was not an exaggeration. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to any of you if they realized what was going on. Sif knew. Thor knew. The Warriors Three knew. Hell, even Heimdall knew. But Loki didn’t, not just yet. Him knowing would compromise the entire operation.

The doors opened. The Nuptial March started playing vigorously. You walked slowly, looking for the right eyes to meet. Thor looked unsuspiciously happy, waiting at the end of the hall. The Allfather and Allmother were wearing a flaming smile of pride from ear to ear; seeing their firstborn being finally able to inherit the Throne and ruling the Realms.

You held your bouquet tight once your gaze stopped for longer than it should have in certain sky-like eyes. He was sitting in the front row, way closer than you’d wanted, on Queen Frigga’s side. His mother was resting her hand on the back of his, caressing gently his knuckles. He looked at you like a stranger. Like you were nothing more than an arranged sibling-in-law to him. Like you weren’t just crumbling on his arms that same morning. Like his word wouldn’t shatter your heart to pieces if he wanted to. Like you weren’t just risking your entire life for him, in that same moment.

You kept walking, greeting the citizens for the looks. It was all a big show, and your performance was going well. Once you made it to Thor’s side, you both grabbed each other’s hands and smiled. The guests cheered. The young couple, such a beautiful wedding, such a nice evening; you were all so happy.

Before the actual ceremony started -the exchange of rings, the speeches, the standing claps-, Thor put a strand of hair behind your ear -such an intimate act, who would even suspect?-, and got closer to kiss your cheek. Loki flinched. Once there, he whispered, making sure nobody would read his lips.

“Ready?”.

“Never been readier in my life”.

“Farewell, my friend”.

Loki must have been using his magic to hear; his face stopped hiding his pain behind the usual indifference, to reveal a confused expression. When you stole a glance from him, he subtly raised an eyebrow, as to ask you what in the Heavens is going on, and you smirked.

“Help! Help!”, screamed a young woman from one of the last rows -who would’ve known it was Sif changing her voice tone?- “Fire! The curtains are on fire!”.

Everyone in the room started to bustle around and, before coming to the realization of just how quickly the fire was extending, moved far from the entrance as to avoid the smoke. Odin ran towards it and tried to put it off, but it seemed like it wasn’t fire. It was… enchanted?

“It doesn’t go off!”, he announced. “We need to move everyone out, quickly”.

The flames moved from the big curtains to the wooden ceiling beams, moving towards Thor and you. Everyone started running out of the room, and Thor, Loki, Frigga and you were helping everyone out meanwhile Odin tried to put off the fire -a lost cause, worth trying-.

“You had to want your whole ceremony in a wooden room, didn’t you?”, spat Loki to his brother while lifting people out through the windows. His mind was full, yet his silvertongue had always found a way to snark.

“Yeah!”, answered Thor, biting back a smirk. Loki changed his annoyed expressions to one of realization. Was he…?, but he deleted that intrusive thought rather quickly. “I’ve always been one for the aesthetics, brother!”.

The smoke started growing bigger and bigger and Loki casted wet towels for him and his brother to breathe through, while helping the few last people out. He looked around to make sure nobody was still in the fire, which was now eating the whole room. Everything was getting destroyed, and the flames were specially embracing. Anyone left in there would definitely not get out alive.

“Where’s they?”, asked Loki with a tremble in his voice. He lost you from your sight. Just one second ago you were helping the children of the room to get out as fast as possible, and just as he turned around, you weren’t there anymore. “Thor, where’s they?!”.

Thor looked around, equally confused.

“I… I don’t know”, he muttered, and they both started yelling your name, until a faint voice, a broken scream came out of your throat.

“I’m… here”.

“They’s on the fire”, Loki said with his heart on his throat, before jumping through the windows and getting in to take you out. Before he could get in the flames, Thor pushed him away.

“I’ll go, fire will do nothing to me”.

“You don’t know that, Thor, Father can’t put it down, you’ll get equally hurt”, but meanwhile Loki tried to make his way through him, Thor was already inside the fire, nowhere to be found. Frigga had to hold Loki from jumping in too, and she truly had to make an incredible effort, for he was fighting with all the strength he allowed himself to fight against his own mother.

After six too many minutes of silence of everyone safely outside waiting for Thor to come out with you in his arms, of Loki choking on his own tears and sobs, of Odin not giving up on trying to put the fire out, Sif stated;

“He’s not coming out. We have to go get them”.

“It’s too dangerous, the fire’s unknown”, said Queen Frigga. But after seeing his youngest son tear his heart apart at the only thought of losing you, she added. “Be careful”.

As soon as the approval words came out of her mouth, Loki ran inside the flames, followed by Odin.

Silence spread through the crowd during the couple of long minutes the young Prince and Allfather were inside the burning room of the Palace, looking for their family. Mothers were hugging tight their children, and fathers were embracing their crying wives. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three still tried to put off the fire, unsuccessfully. A young lady was crying louder than the rest, calling for a name. Queen Frigga put her own worries aside to offer her help.

“Who are you looking for?”.

“My daughter, my Queen. She was with the rest of the children. She’s nowhere to be found, please help me. You must know where she is”, cried desperately. Frigga put both her hands on her shoulders, and held her tightly to contain her.

“It’s alright, we’ll find her. Do not worry. Let me see”, she scanned around the place, and started talking to herself to put the case together. “The kids were all together in the front row, far from where the fire started. My sons and their companion were helping people out in that place. The children were assisted by…” and the pause made her fall in realization. She couldn’t tell the woman. It was evident you’d do that, given your nature.

Frigga muttered some curses to herself. How could you be so imprudent? How could you be risking your safety to save a kid, when you could’ve asked for her magic to teleport him? Very noble of you, to jump on the fire. But also very reckless, and careless about the consequences. Because now Frigga’s entire family was in the fire, trying to get you both out.

A rough cough took Frigga out of her angered thoughts. In between the smoke, two large silhouettes carrying another two figures made everyone hold their breaths.

First, Loki came out with you in his arms. He was no longer shivering, trembling, sobbing. He was firm and merely focused on you, holding a wet towel around you and blowing your face to take away the smoke that you’d breathe. Frigga and the young woman ran towards you two, as Loki kneeled on the floor, now far from the danger, and opened his arms, still holding you, to show you were alright. You choked a cough and lifted out of your arms a little kid, around two or three years old. The young woman cried out of relief as she hugged her daughter as tight as anyone has ever hugged someone.

“I cannot thank you enough”.

You smiled gently and went back to Loki’s gaze. The anger, the hurt in his eyes he had that same morning, was nowhere to be found now. With crystalized eyes, he cupped your face and put his forehead against yours.

“You reckless idiot”, he whispered, and you both left out a laugh. You pulled him in for a hug, and he sank his hands in your hair and back, letting out a sigh.

“Thank you for getting me out. It wasn’t part of the plan”, you whispered in his chest, feeling his raised heartbeat.

“You… what?”.

“I was supposed to get out, but… a kid”.

“You were supposed to...? Oh my Gods, did you…?”.

“Shhh”.

“Thor!”, yelled Queen Frigga, as Odin left a limp body on the floor. You felt Loki’s heartbeat rising even more than before, and you held his hand tight, trying to tell him. You had to warn him it wasn’t what he thought, but at this point you weren’t so sure. He stopped in his tracks, and looked at you with the question lingering its way out. You slowly nodded, and directed your look towards Thor’s body.

Odin sat by his side, and Frigga stood close. There wasn’t a single sound. You looked to Sif, and she stepped closer to you, putting a hand on your back. You were afraid of getting closer to Thor. But you needed to see it was part of the plan. Something already went wrong. What if this whole thing was not how it was supposed to go, either? What if you screwed up?

“Everyone, go back to your houses. We have no groom”, announced Odin, while Frigga caressed his dead son’s hair.

You bounced your leg impatiently. You had asked Loki to come with you, too. Far from the Palace, even far from the city. A place where only trees would listen. Only birds would interrupt you. Only wind would try to take you away.

“Darling, what are we doing? What are you not telling me?”, he asked after at least half an hour of waiting.

“Sif”.

“What about her?”.

“There she is”.

Sif and the Warriors Three walked towards you with a fast pace.

“Apologies about the delay”.

“Don’t worry”.

“Very sorry about your loss, your Highness”, said Fandral with a smirk. Loki frowned.

“Not a very good time for your mockery”.

“Why? I think it’s the perfect time”.

“Would anyone care to tell me what I’m so clearly missing out of?”.

Volstagg opened a map and handed it to you, ignoring Loki, who was already losing his patience.

“The plan went well. You have nothing to worry about”, he said, and you sighed out of relief. Your legs stopped shaking and you felt the crushing weight of guilt fall off your shoulders.

“You couldn’t have told me this sooner? I nearly passed out!”.

“The important thing is that everyone’s safe, and everyone’s fine”.

“Beg your pardon? What on the Nine Realms do you all mean with everyone’s safe?”, jumped Loki. His face was red out of anger, grief, and resentment. “Thor’s dead. You’re basically Kingless, since Odin has already decided to give up the Throne. You’re not getting your position on royalty -which was the point of all this mess, the point of you even being here-. One of the most important parts of the Palace has burned along with the citizen’s trust in us, because we couldn’t put off a damn fire. Have I mentioned Thor’s dead? Have I mentioned you almost die out of smoke intoxication? What would I have done if you died there?! Ah, and Thor’s dead, by the way”.

He took a deep breath, and turned even more red as he realized the volume of his voice and the tears running down his face. But as much as he was embarrassed about it, he didn’t regret it. Because he was right; everything was chaos, and they, so nonchalant, were talking as if none of these things were real. As if…

And just as he even got to consider they weren’t, he was confirmed with memories. Your plan. A map. Everyone’s safe. Sif’s voice being the first one to notice the magic fire.

You all gave him space to think about it, to go through it without you saying a word. He quickly connected the dots.

“It wasn’t a fallen candle that started the fire, wasn’t it?”.

Sif smiled awkwardly, and squeezed your hand.

“The rest of the plan’s up to us. He did everything on his hands, but he can’t help now, even from the distance”.

“Where is he?”, you asked as you gently wiped away the tears off his cheeks. His eyes, burning red, embraced you lovingly. He was still confused, though. But calmer.

“Midgard, with that Jane Foster he always drooled over”.

“Oh dear”, Loki rolled his eyes. “So, he’s not dead?”.

“He’s not”.

“Good. Okay”, he nodded. He sat on the grass, contemplating the views. Feeling the soft breeze graze his pale skin. “What are you going to do now? You needed this. Why did you break it?”.

“I needed this even more”, you pointed at him.

He looked at you with surprise. As if he wasn’t expecting your feelings to be still there. As if he would’ve already convinced himself you didn’t actually love him, despite all the things you said.

“And he had to fake his death in order to break up the marriage?”.

“Oh, prince Loki, you’re so blind to the truth sometimes”, scoffed Sif.

“No wonders he’s the God of Lies, and not of Truths”, added Volstagg ironically.

“Quit the sarcasm, already, you four”, he hissed. “Darling, tell me what I so clearly cannot see”.

You sat by his side, and put a hand around his waist. He did the same, grabbing gently the back of your neck.

“Loki”.

“Dear”.

You laughed. He still didn’t get it, didn’t he?

“You’re next on the inheritance line, love”.

“Oh... Oh”.

“This is the moment where you ask me to be your companion, my King”.

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xsarcasticwriterx · 3 years

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Cereal

Summary: 5 years after the snap Loki shows up.alive. and eating your cereal.

Paring: Loki x reader

Warnings: some angst, lot of floof, swearing as per usual in my stories

Note: I know this is shorter than my usual ones but its 1:28am ok man im just trying to get it up at this point pfft.

The noises from your kitchen at 3am alarmed you making you launch from your bed. You grabbed the knife you kept by your bed, loki's knife. After he died thor took a knife off him, the one he tried to use on thanos. Thor brought it back to you. You slowly tiptoed out of your room and down the hallway. Poking your head around the corner you saw a tall man with dark hair. His back was turned to you which was convenient to sneak attack.

You walked slowly before the man turned around with his arms spread out wide. “surprise” he said with a smile. You stumbled back seeing the absolute last person you expected to see. His hair was in messy waves, greasy, and a huge smile on his face. Loki laufeyson.

You blink a few times before slapping yourself. loki looks at you confused and concerned. “what was that-” he stops when you walk up and slap him. “ow.” he says plainly. “shut up that didn't hurt. What the actual fuck loki” you say pushing him. the box of cereal falls from his hands onto the floor. Nothing falls indicating its empty. “You faked your death for 5 years and ate all my cereal?!”

Loki stumbled before hitting the sink counter with his back. He laughed lightly before looking up at you “which are mad at the faking death or eating the cereal?” he asked. “both!” you yell. You sigh closing your eyes and taking deep breaths. you open them looking at loki. you walk up tracing over his face looking for any sign at this being fake or someone else or anything really. “Its really me y/n” loki said putting a hand on your cheek. This is the first time in five years loki is touching you.

tears fall down your face and loki's face softens. He pulls you hugging you and holding you close. you cry into his chest holding him like your life depends on it. Like if you let go hed suddenly be gone and you'd wake up to see it's all a dream. you pull away reluctantly. As much as you loved being near him there were things that needed to be talked about. “loki have you seen thor yet?” you asked. loki gulped and shook his head “I was too afraid too. This is the longest i've been “dead”” Loki said

He was still touching your face and shoulders and playing with your hair. “I'm not sure if you should or not.” you say looking up at loki. His eyes were still beautiful like staring into the tesseract. Seeing every world in his eyes seeing your world. “He's different. When you were gone...he broke. Fell apart. Put all his anger and sadness into killing thanos and when that was over he put it into drinking and eating. He's not the thor you knew and i don't know if seeing you will worsen it or make it better.” you say looking down.

Loki put his hand under your chin slightly tilting it up. you look up at him. Your heart was pounding. You probably looked like a wreck yourself. After loki was gone you and thor got close but when he shoved everyone away you ended up alone. You tried to be with the avengers more but tony had retired, banner was gone, valkyrie was busy trying to make thor be king. those who were still in the game you weren't as close to and considering how they felt of loki you felt awkward trying to be their friends.

"I need to see my brother," Loki said seriously. you nod a little. "Ok" is all you say before hugging Loki again. "Still pissed you ate all my cereal" you grumble into his chest. "I'll get you more darling I promise," he said holding you. You look up at him and put your hands on his cheeks. you tilt up and kiss him soft and gentle. It's not hastened just calm and full of love. you pull away grudgingly. "Loki as much as I love this it is 3 am and I need to rest," you say. Loki nods "I understand darling"

You take his hand and walk to your bedroom. Nothing happens you just lay on him as he holds you and you fall into the best slumber you could hope for. Lokis's death was the most traumatizing thing to happen for you aside from the snap. You didn't have much of a family, not a sincere one at least. Your father abandoned you at 5 and your mother was a drunk who barely noticed your presence. Loki became your family. You met him when thor came to earth. He ended up in your house after feeling powerful energy come from there. That was just you which of course at the time you didn't know but you figured out after strange things started to happen. Turns out you were toyed with as a child and your mother had volunteered you for some experiment with infinity stones which created powers. Similar story to wanda's different powers from her.

When you met Loki and he told you his story you related to it and understood him. Though you did beat his ass when he did what he did to new york you also still were there for him when he was locked in the cell. spending day and night by the cell talking about anything. Loki and Thor became your family. When you and Loki became a thing thor said "You will be the redeemer of my brother." He was right. Loki saw how much new york angered you and how frustrated in him you were and decided he needed to change. He matured and became less defiant. Of course, he still hated odinson but let's be honest who doesn't he is a pretty shit father.

Thor became like a brother to you and he would protect you with his life. The next day you awoke and saw Loki awake but just holding you. you smiled at him and he beamed. Yeah, this was your life. You could get used to this. you snuggled into Loki and just enjoyed having Loki back in your presence.

#loki #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki of asgard #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction #tom hiddleston #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel endgame

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wolvesandpetals · 3 years

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Loki x Sylvie Post-Finale Fanfiction (Angst, Rated Teen) Part 2 of 2

Part 1 is here:

She never knew it would hurt this much when the person she loves is right in front of her, but she can't reach out and touch him; when she is still her, he is still him, but everything else has changed, like an invisible lever in an old theatre changing the scenery in the background, bringing them both to the part of the play where they are hopelessly lost.

[[MORE]]

All it took was one single moment, one single decision, and everything feels irrevocably broken now. It makes her contemplate on the true nature of relationships, how fragile they are, and how easy it is to shatter them- and her.

The smoke is slowly clearing, and all that seems to be left is a man who is doing his best to keep his distance from her, physically and emotionally.

She can tell from the way he stands with his arms crossed, or his fists clenced when his hands are by his side, that he really doesn't want to hold her hand. How can something so simple as the touch of his fingers be so vital to her existence that it feels like something has been ripped out from inside her?

She wants to reach out and touch him, but she is scared that if he pulls away outright, any hope of reconciliation that she still has left will shatter into pieces.

And she really needs this hope. It's the only thing she still has left. It's the only thing that keeps her going.

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He looks like a man with a mission.

They spent quite a long time together, running from the TVA, running towards the citadel at the end of time, hoping to achieve their goal of bringing down the one behind the curtains.

But that was her mission, and he was there for her. She was the one behind the wheels, he was the one keeping the sails afloat.

Now it's different. Now he has a defined goal, a glorious purpose.

She's seeing him in a whole new light now, and not just because he has switched to Asgardian leather and metal armors.

As far as she is concerned, she is better off doing it all alone. One woman army, nobody to get in her way, nobody to screw up her plans. Nobody to blame her if it all goes to shit.

Or so it was, until two months ago, when Mobius decided to enlist her help in fixing the multiversal madness.

She has never really worked with people before, and it's weird, to say the least. She never considered herself a team player, but she is finding herself hating the idea less and less lately.

And she swears it has nothing to do with him. Not the fact that they are working together, and seeing his face first thing in the morning brings her a sense of calm that she quite can't explain. Or the fact that their rooms are next to each other and it makes her feel secure enough to finally get some rest at nights. Or that this whole arrangement has kept them on talking terms, when they had gone their own separate ways otherwise.

Nothing to do with that at all.

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Humans are stupid, and the biggest evidence of this is how they decided that two extremely powerful Gods skilled at magic, enchantment, and defeating an evil extra dimensional cloud that swallows everything it touches, should be delegated to the role of research. "You're clever. You're good at reading people. You can put yourselves in the shoes of the bad guys, no offense", they said, but really, what they meant was, "We can't trust you out in the field much." She knows it, he knows it. She just doesn't know why he's complying.

That's how they find themselves researching every single day.

She likes to think he's not the only reason why she's studying in the library instead of in the comfort of her room, but that'd be a lie.

At first, he chooses to sit at a separate table. But she keeps going over to his to "get his opinion" on something in the file she's reading, and finally, he gives in. Their current arrangement consists of him sitting in the chair in front of her, to the left, prim and proper, while she hoists her feet up on the table.

He falls asleep on the desk one night, face smacked against a file, the tiniest bit of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. It would be a hilarious sight, if her heart wasn't feeling what she can only describe as longing.

They should probably talk about it, like mature adults, but neither of them know how to do that.

All she can do right now is gather the courage to run her fingers through his hair. The touch is hesitant at first, as if one wrong move would make him wake up and push her back to square one. Slowly, she relaxes, letting her fingers dance on his scalp.

He stirs in his sleep. "Please Sif. I'm sorry. Don't cut off my glorious locks, please."

Now this is a story she must hear when things are better.

If things are better.

---

Doctor Strange joins them very briefly, very rarely, but the tension between him and Loki is hard to miss. It's worse than the current situation with her, and that's saying something.

"You don't really like Stephen, do you?"

Something inside him seems to shift, but he masks it behind a non-chalant look immediately and just arches an eyebrow at her. "He's Stephen now, is he?"

"Well, that is his name." She shrugs. "What do you call him?"

"Strange", he spits the word out with an amount of irritation that indicates there definitely is a story there. "That is his name", he mimics.

She can't help the smirk that spreads across her lips. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing", he lies, ignoring the horrifying flashbacks of thirty minutes of endless falling. Not a single soul must ever know a mere human got the best of him. "What can he do to me? I'm a God among those mortals. He just irks me because he is so pompous, and arrogant, and he ceaselessly uses magic to toy with others."

She pretends to think deeply. "Now where have I seen that before?"

He scoffs. "You mock me, but I am nothing like him. For one, I am not rude."

"He seems fine to me", she declares decisively.

It's the first time in months that he gives her a cheeky grin. "That's because you're rude too."

---

They are still just containing the threats to their world, instead of finding a way to fortify the barriers between worlds and stop the threats from coming.

"Shouldn't we have a plan to seal off the other worlds from ours?" She asks him one day.

"They are working on it." He tells her, and then with a look of worry, adds, "I hope."

There are debates on what to do at the Avengers tower and at the TVA. Nobody seems to agree on what the best course of action is, but everyone seems to be following the general instructions of Doctor Strange.

During one such meeting, a Minuteman makes the mistake of voicing out loud how she wondered if things would be better if they were running according to their old boss's plans.

Sylvie feels the guilt wash over her once more.

"No", Loki tells them all firmly. The determination in his voice takes her completely by surprise. "Evil is evil. Lesser, greater, middling, makes no difference. The degree is arbitrary. The definition’s blurred." She catches him steal a glance at her direction. "We couldn't have left a dictator in charge just because it's convenient. Listen, I'm the bad guy. I've done horrible, unspeakable things. I thought humans needed to be ruled. I wanted to rule. But even I know that it's not right to take away a person's life completely. These are innocent people. You are innocent people. You have families back home, parents, children", a pause and a softening of his features, "-love. A whole past, a whole future. That man had no right to take it away from you."

His powers of persuasion are foreign to her, and it's mesmerizing to watch. Her enchantments cannot hold a candle to how he is able to just talk people into doing what he wants, thinking what he thinks, seeing what he sees.

"He who remains had a plan. One, singular plan, from one, singular man." There is absolute conviction in his voice. "It's not the only way. We'll find another way. A better way."

She has never known what it is like to have someone see you for who you are- broken and flawed, and defend you- even your well-intentioned actions that yielded different results than what you expected and hurt them in the process. She suspects it has been the same for him, a lifetime of not having anyone have his back.

The warm feeling inside her is brand new. What is the name of this? Comfort? Relief?

Happiness?

---

This will be their first time out in the field in a long time, and she feels a little sick to the stomach.

He notices. "Are you alright?"

The concern in his voice tugs at her heartstrings. She nods. She has faced way worse, she shouldn't be so nervous about this, but she is. "I've never done this before."

"We can always just kill him and blame it on the Chitauris", he suggests with a serious face.

"I heard that", Peter yells from the other room, where he is doing whatever it is that teenagers do to prepare for battle.

She shakes her head in disbelief. "I can't believe we're babysitting."

"I've done this before", he assures her, and it surprises her to picture him being entrusted with such a serious task. "The trick is to conjure up illusions that keep them distracted enough to not cry."

She laughs. "You're thinking of infants. This one is a little older."

"I'm over a thousand years old, Sylvie. They're all infants to me."

Peter joins them, mask covering his face so that he doesn't reveal his identity. "So what do I call you? Loki and Loki? That's confusing. How about Loki and Lady Loki? Or is that offensive? I'm not suggesting women are inferior, because they're absolutely not..."

"Does he come with an off switch?" She whispers in horror as Peter rambles on.

Loki grins. With one wave of his hand and a flash of green, Peter's own webbing shoots out and seals his mouth shut.

---

Things are fine but not fine at the same time. He's right there beside her, but not there at all. They have their banters, they have their stolen glances, but they haven't had a meaningful conversation since that first day when she got back. She's been putting it off for a long time, but she knows they really do need to have the talk.

She corners him in his room one evening while he's tinkering with a temporal collar. She takes a seat in the chair next to his bed and rests her hand on the table, leaning her head against her palm, before switching position and crossing her arms and legs. Everything about her posture screams uneasiness. If he notices- he probably does- he doesn't say anything.

"You defended me that day."

He briefly looks up from the task at hand and gives her a soft smile. "Of course."

She blinks. "I don't understand." Her hands involuntary rise up to rub her temples. "If you can justify my actions to them, then how can you still be mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you", he says without missing a beat.

"Rubbish", her words come out angrier than she intended. This frustration is the result of the months of status quo they have had. She has to know now, one way or the other. "You're distant. You're guarded", she accuses. Then her voice breaks, as she feels a part of her break all over again with her next words. "You don't hold my hand. Why? Tell me."

He abandons the collar and focuses his full attention on her. Staring straight into her eyes, he answers her. "You know why."

"I wouldn't be asking if I did. Look, if it's because I chose the mission over you-"

"-Of course it's not that." He says decisively. Then a sad smile clouds his face. It's the same look he had when she accused him of conning her to gain the throne. "Do you think I'm the type of man who would want a woman to abandon her life-long ambitions just because she has met someone?"

She knows he isn't. But it still doesn't answer why he is so cross with her. "What is it then?"

He pauses for a moment, trying to decide whether he wants to bare his soul out to her once more or not. There are two ways he can go from here- choose to not let her in again and save himself from the hurt, or trust her again and open himself up to potential pain.

Who is he kidding? Pushing her away- keeping her away- doesn't hurt any less.

There were a thousand things that had to go wrong to bring two Lokis from two universes together. A connection like that, it doesn't just happen.

And it doesn't just go away. The pain is constant, it's a part of him, pounding like a second heart every second he has to stop himself from reaching out for her hand.

This has to come to an end.

He takes in a deep breath, bracing himself. "You didn't have to send me away, Sylvie. I wanted to stop you from making the same mistakes I did. But in the end, I didn't care what you chose. I just wanted us to do it together."

She never even imagined this could be the reason for his hurt. All these months spent thinking he hates her for her choices, and now it turns out he is hurt simply because she chose to do it alone? "I'm sorry." She says sincerely. "I just wanted you to be safe."

"And I just wanted to be there with you till the end." He confesses. His eyes shimmer with the emotions he has kept bottled in for so long. "You go, I go."

She doesn't know what to say to that. She has never been good at articulating her feelings. Tears stream down her cheeks at the realisation that even after everything, he is still there for her.

She didn't cry even back at Lamentis when they thought they were going to die. She doesn't let anyone see her cry when she is sad or scared. That's all she has known her whole life. She's used to it by now.

This is new. These are tears of relief. Comfort.

Happiness.

Tentatively, she crosses over to the bed and sits by his side.

It's quiet for a few minutes. But unlike the months of tension so thick she could cut it into splices with her daggers, this is comfortable silence. The kind they had before it all went wrong.

"Did you even miss me?" He whispers.

"What kind of silly question is that? Of course I did." Her shaking hands grab his, and oh how she missed this.

He intertwines their fingers. His eyes draw closed. Bliss. That's the only word for this feeling.

He opens his eyes again and studies her. She's staring back at him, teary-eyed, but with a hopeful smile. "Really? Because you have a really unique way of showing it. You didn't even come looking for me."

"I didn't know how to face you", she tells him honestly. No tricks, no enchantment, no treachery. Not with him. "I didn't know if you even wanted to see me." Her voice grows quieter, dropping to a timbre that perfectly encapsulates her deepest fear. "I thought you hated me."

"Hate you?" He is shocked that she thinks that is even possible, specially after seeing him these last few months. "Sylvie, I'm working with the Avengers. The Avengers. Do you know how much I hate them? They are my nemesis. They're self-righteous, condescending, and so completely dull. Every second with them makes me want to rip their hearts out. Why do you think I'm here with them?"

She thinks she knows. But she needs to hear it anyway.

"It's because of you." He lays it all out on the table. All cards on deck, win or lose. "You've been running away. I have been the one who has been here, trying to hold down the fort, working to fix everything. Because that is what one does when one loves-"

Shit. The word slips out before he realises it.

Their eyes go wide in unison.

"Sylvie, I-"

"-Don't you dare take it back now." She warns him. "I-" She doesn't know how to say it either. They make such a great pair, both equally daft at saying how they feel, like they are teenagers, not Gods who have lived for centuries. "I've been running because I didn't think I could bear the burden of knowing I found you and then I lost you. I don't want to lose you. Not now, not ever."

He kisses the back of her hand, before letting it go. He cups her face, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. "I don't want to lose you either."

She leans in closer, until their foreheads touch. She can feel his breath on her face, warm and soft. That is exactly how she feels inside. "You won't", she promises. "You go, I go."

---

(Quote on Lesser Evil from The Witcher. Thanks for reading!!)

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amhrosia · 3 years

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My Sun, My Moon, My Stars Pt. 1/? (Bucky x Reader)

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Summary: After a mission gone wrong with the Avengers, you’re more than glad to see everyone made it out safely. That is, until you look down and see the blood stain spreading across your torso.

(Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of death, gunshot wound, did I mention angst?)

No one thinks about dying when they're young. Not really. Every young person in the world is convinced that they’re invincible until one day, they wake up and realize that their youth is slipping, that their back is aching for no apparent reason, and that one day, any day, any minute, they could take their last breath and succumb to the sweet kiss that death offers to the masses as they start their walk into the afterlife.

This macabre idea, however, was not on your mind when your arm nearly caught fire in the old, abandoned warehouse on Cherry Chapel Lane in Amhurst, Massachusetts. The mission had been going swimmingly until that moment. Get in, get the target, get out. Simple instructions given by Tony, who was keeping watch of the area while the rest of the Avengers carried out their supposedly simple mission.

The intel Tony received on the Hydra base was from a solid, reliable source, so the attitude of the team going in was less-than-prepared, to say the least. You found out rather quickly that the intel was dead wrong. Rather than the six barely armed and untrained foot soldiers you’d been expecting, the warehouse was filled with highly intelligent and deadly accurate gunmen. To say that you and the team had busted through the ceiling, only to be met with rapid fire machine guns and flaming cannons, was putting it lightly. You were all getting your asses handed to you.

It was a complete mess, and you were hidden in a corner, trying like hell to shoot as many Hydra agents as possible and locate an exit.

“FUCK,” you yelped into your earpiece, “If that had gone any more wrong, I’d need a metal arm like Tin-Man has.”

You were still shaking the burn out of your left hand when Bucky’s voice responded through the speaker, “What happened to ‘easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy, y/n’? Can’t take the heat?”

Heat flooded your cheeks as you smiled at his teasing tone.

“Okay, lovebirds, now’s not the time to have wicked com sex. Has anyone found a viable exit?” Natasha’s voice rang in your ear. She was right, this was not the time to get distracted by Bucky’s silky-smooth, velvety voice. There would be plenty of time for that later.

“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Steve grunted as he shielded himself from an onslaught of bullets, “Language, y/n.”

“Sorry, Steve.”

You reloaded your gun quickly and snuck a peak around the stack of palettes you’d been hiding behind. To your left you could see Natasha shooting at Hydra agents while standing back-to-back with Peter, who was doing his best to incapacitate people with his web shooters. Steve was in the middle of the warehouse fighting off two soldiers. Thor and Loki were out of your line of sight, but you could hear Loki’s arrogant laughter as sparks and lightning spouted off in every direction.

Your eyes searched for Bucky, who was obviously the most vulnerable in situations that dealt with Hydra. There were bullets flying in every direction and the fire that you’d almost burned your arm in was beginning its slow, seductive crawl up the wooden beams that kept the warehouse standing up straight.

A horrible thought crossed your mind, making you feel sick. If the fire got to the ceiling, the entire building could collapse with everyone still inside. Everything was going so terribly wrong.

“We need to get out of here!” You screamed into the com, watching the fire make its way up the side of the building.

“Don't worry, Iron Man is here to save your sorry asses, again. I’ll cover you guys at the East exit. Get out. Now. Run.” Tony’s tone was confident, joking even, but he'd used his serious “dad” voice, which made you feel worse about how very un-serious you had been about this mission before it started going downhill.

You glanced towards the exit Tony had mentioned, waiting for the blast that would make a sizeable hole in Hydra’s never-ending slew of soldiers.

“Brace yourselves, people!” Tony yelled.

You ducked your head as the entire building shook with the blast. Ash and wood shavings rained down on your head and the familiar stench of blood and death surrounded you, nearly swallowing you whole.

Bucky resurfaced in your mind. Is this what he experienced every hour of every day when he was the Winter Soldier? Would this push him back into the shell you had spent months coaxing him out of?

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. You’d have to table those thoughts for later when everyone you loved wasn’t in danger of being shot to death or crushed by the feeble and burning walls of the warehouse.

You peeked around the corner. There was an opening that led to the exit. You took a deep breath and began to sprint.

Your legs carried you across the warehouse as you tried to avoid running on top of dead soldiers. Bullets were still flying in every direction and you kept your head ducked as you found the exit. The wood above you was beginning to disintegrate. You began to turn, wanting to make sure that everyone else had made it out before you, but the ceiling gave out before you got the chance.

Two familiar arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you backwards out of the way of the flames and decay. You fell into a strong, hard chest with a grunt. Even after hours of fighting, sweating, and bleeding, Bucky’s musky scent grounded you. He felt like safety. He felt like home. You rested your hand on his metal one, letting the coolness of the metal relieve the burn that was sure to blister.

Bucky was breathing hard as he set you down near the rest of the team.

“Hey, handsome.” You smiled, looking over his ashy face for cuts or bruises.

“Hey doll,” he responded, smirking, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a small burn,” you said, holding up your left hand for him to examine.

“Is everyone okay?” You asked, glancing around at the other members of the group, silently adding up the headcount to make sure everyone was accounted for, “I almost didn’t make it out.”

You let out a stunted laugh, waiting for a witty reply from Tony or Steve. Bucky inhaled sharply, causing your eyebrows to furrow. Everyone in the group was looking at you with horror in their eyes.

“Geez, guys. I was joking.” You held your arms out in question. When no one replied, you looked at Bucky, whose wild eyes were focused on your stomach.

Your hands flew to your torso. An immediate wetness coated the fingers that brushed over your left side. You looked down and couldn’t fully understand what you were seeing at first. To the right of your ribs was a hole, the size of a small seed. A warm sensation began to crawl up your body, making the hair on the back of your neck stand. A crimson stain was slowly making its way across your shirt.

The world around you had gone quiet. You looked up, expecting to see the group still gawking at you, but there was a sudden flurry of movement that you couldn’t keep up with. Everything was happening too fast, and you were so, so tired. Even blinking felt like an effort you couldn’t muster the energy for. You sank to your knees, losing your balance in the process, and ended up lying flat on your back. There was a full moon out. How did you not notice that it was a full moon?

‘Where’s Bucky? I need Bucky.’ You thought, searching in the haze for the familiar face of the man that you loved.

A small pressure was being placed on your stomach as you focused on the stars above you. You could faintly hear yelling, but the stars were so beautiful that you tuned them out. Why was no one talking about the stars?

A sudden and alarming bright light faltered your focus. Steel blue eyes stared into your own.

You smiled. You’d know those eyes anywhere. They belonged to your beloved Bucky. The man who owned your very soul. But why did they look so scared? Why were they crying?

“Bucky.” You mumbled, reaching up to rest your hand on his wet cheek. A warm glow had overcome your entire body. It was getting hard to breathe.

Bucky’s mouth was moving, but the world had long since gone silent for you. The sharp angles of his face were becoming more and more fuzzy. A white light haloed Bucky’s head. You took as deep a breath as you could muster. Everything was numb, but you finally understood what was happening. You finally understood the worry in his eyes.

‘I’m dying.’ You thought, tears welling in your eyes, ‘I don’t want to die. We didn’t get enough time together. I love him. Please, please, no.’

You were pleading with whoever would listen, but the world around you was beginning to fade. It became clear to you that no one was listening and that this moment with Bucky would be your last.

“I’m so tired, Bucky.” You mumbled, a tear falling down the side of your face into the grass beneath you. You gently closed your eyes, using your last bit of energy to squeeze the hand that was pressed into your wound.

“I love you, James.”

As the last bit of light faded, you hoped that you’d said it loud enough for him to hear. He needed to know that your dying words were meant for him. That he was the beginning and the end for you. That he was the sun, the moon, and the stars of your universe. That there was love in this dark, cruel world and that he held all of yours in his hands.

‘Bucky. Bucky. Bucky.’ You repeated in your brain, until even thinking became too much effort, and you drifted off into the most restful sleep you’d ever experienced.

No one thinks about dying when they're young, not really, not unless they have to.

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goddessofmischief · 3 years

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Blue Monday, Part 1 - Loki x T.V.A.! Reader

Episode One... ‘Welcome to the T.V.A.’

Summary: Loki finds himself in an unexpected location, with a very unexpected partner.

You can read Chapter Two here and Chapter Three here! ...For the first time in his life, Loki Laufeyson was confused. Deeply confused.

All of it... it had all begun minutes ago, just minutes. But it felt like hours.

Minutes, since he had grabbed the tesseract (He’d thought himself so clever then - he was less sure now.)

And since then... he’d been launched into another dimension.

Launched into another dimension. Some thoughts feel stupid, even as if you think them. But there was no other phrase for it.

He’d been surrounded by a group of cloaked persons, then dragged to a location he could not quite place.

Now... now, he stood in an elevator.

And what an elevator it was. There was... a man, standing next to him, who he had not noticed before.

He was a hard person to sneak up on, he prided himself on that. But he couldn’t place blame with himself - this was something else. New magic.

So unlike his. So much... more colorless.

This was earthly magic, devoid of wonder or curiosity. It knew itself. It had bounds.

And he had absolutely no interest in it.

“You’re taking me somewhere to kill me?” he said to the man, who looked despairingly ordinary.

“No, I’m taking you someplace to talk.” Loki stared straight ahead.

Everyone always wanted to talk to him - it was what he had to say that they liked less.

“Well, I don’t like to talk.”

“But you do like to lie. Which you just did - cause we both know you love to talk.”

Okay, well, that settles it - he knew not when, and he knew not how - but he would kill this man.

Until then, he would... bide his time.

Find out where the elevator was taking him.

Go deeper to the depths.

"How long have you been here?” The man shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s hard to say... y’know, time passes differently in the T.V.A.”

The T.V.A...

That was the name stamped on his prisoner’s uniform. But why? “What does that mean?” The man merely shrugged again.

“You’ll catch up.”

...

He would slowly, with time, begin to regret that he had come quietly.

When he’d called the place earthly before - well, he had been right. The building was extremely boring. But it became less so with every dropping floor. By the time they had arrived at floor 2T13, it bore almost no resemblance to the building he had first entered.

And this room...

Well, this room was something else.

It nearly resembled a church, in some ways. But there were two armed guards at the front - no, it was a courtroom.

A courtroom. Of all Midgardian things.

But this was not like any Misgardian courtroom he had ever seen. Behind the judge, who was the only person present, except for his escort and the guards, were three large faces, carved into the back of the wall. The judge herself was enough a matter of interest. She wore a cross expression and a red sash, and seemed displeased with him being there.

“Who’s this?”

“Loki Laufeyson,” answered his escort. “The Asgardian, remember?” “Of course. We’ve been expecting him. Crimes?” “Murder. Attempted murder. Attempted overtaking of New York City.” “Gracious,” said the judge. “Attempted!”

“What’re you sentencing him to, Judge?” The Judge appeared contemplative. “Life.” “What?” snapped Loki. He had almost no idea what he was being sentenced to, but he was quite sure he didn’t want to do it for life. “I agree. Judge, surely we can work it down,” his escort offered. “Very well. 2,000 years... or 200 missions. Whichever he arrives at first.” Loki swallowed.

“I’ll brief him,” promised the man, and then he was swept into another elevator and gone.

...

The interrogation room was hardly any less dismal. The ceilings were high, square shaped, and there was almost no light. What light there was made small, geometric patterns on the floor, nearly impossible to see.

“I think I can imagine what you’re thinking,” said his escort. “You’re trying to figure out how to escape. You don’t even know what we’ve brought you into, and you’re trying to escape it.”

Loki chuckled, tapping his fingernails on the small, wooden table.

“Oh, you have no idea. I’m going to burn this place to the ground.”

“You may as well hear us out,” said the man. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Mobius. Mobius M. Mobius.”

“Good name. Easy to remember.”

“And this is you,” he said, placing a hologram puck on the table. An image of himself from moments earlier, fighting in New York, appeared. “...Yes.” Mobius switched out the hologram puck, reigniting it. This time, an image of his older self appeared... longer-haired, and grinning, and shouting something about being Asgard’s savior.

“And this is also you.” “...No,” Loki uttered, shaking his head.

“Well, I’m afraid, yes, it is,” said Mobius. “Except... it’s you a little bit farther down the road from now. You saved Asgard, Loki.” “Why?” “Oh, one reason or another, but you got there. But do you know what the problem is, though?” “Do tell me.” “You die. Yeah, not long after. It’s a sad thing, really.” “No.” “Oh, yeah. It’s a shame. But... you know, I’d like to talk a little about the T.V.A. first. What we do here.”

“Go on.”

“We alter time, you see. Keep it in order. And we had to alter quite a bit of time to get you here, Loki. And do you know why?” “Enlighten me.” “Because we saved you. Like everyone else here, you were saved from a timeline that wasn’t... uh... entirely beneficial for you, let’s just say.” “You reference my untimely death. How do I die, anyhow?”

“Well, I can’t tell you that. It’d mess up the book... say, Y/N, would you mind bringing in the book?” At that moment, the strangest creature he had ever seen in his life entered the room.

You were incredibly beautiful, and he noted that. Were you on Asgard, he wouldn’t have hesitated to attempt at gaining your affections. But here, your arms were crossed, and you wore a pair of dark, denim-type pants, and a long-sleeved, grey shirt. In your arms, you clutched something - paperwork, it seemed.

"This is the book,” you said, quietly, holding it tightly.

“The book?” “He’s not ready for the book,” said Mobius. “No, I’m ready for the book. Give it to me.” “You can’t have the book,” you insist. “You can only learn from it. The book... sees that which has not yet been seen. By us, anyway.”

“So, it’s a magical, future-predicting book.” “Pretty much,” you said, at the same Mobius uttered “Think of it more as a map.”

“A map?” “It will tell you where to go. Where to be. And the tesseract... the tesseract can take you there. At the point we are at, here, in the universe, we are a gateway to every dimension. All things are happening around us, all the time. We are eternal - never changing, never aging.”

“Who placed you here?”

“She was brought here by me,” Mobius said, nodding to you. “And I was brought here by the Creator.” “The Creator?” “A supernatural being. Now that he is gone, I’m in his place. He is not capable of dying, but he is capable of fading away, as he did... scattering his atoms throughout the universe, creating something new. He will always exist, in some way, acting through us. He has been here since the beginning of time, like Ego, like the Grandmaster. We all called him the Creator - well, I just called him Stan.”

“And all that work here, are they... like me?” Loki was looking at you, specifically.

“No,” said Mobius, insistently, also looking in your direction. “We choose... humans with special talents, too.”

“What’s special about her?”

Your cheeks flushed, and you took the opportunity to leave the room.

Mobius shrugged.

“She is waiting.” “Waiting?” “Yes. She knows that she is written in the book, too, though she doesn’t know what, or... why. People cannot see the pages in the book that are written for them, it’s just me that knows. But I’m unable to change or help it... and unable to tell anyone. But she is here for a reason.”

“But she is useful?” “She is. Exceptionally clever. Terribly determined. I have mentored her, until now. Now, she mentors you.”

“Her? A human? I’d hardly find us compatible.” “Think of her less as your mentor and more of your... companion. She understands the system - the book, and its workings. You may have to do some of the heavy lifting, but I assure you, without her, you wouldn’t be able to travel more than a few feet. You - the both of you - will need each other. You’ll come to see that.”

“And what if I refuse?” Mobius shrugged. “You can spend eternity in our prisons, for all I care. That’s what we do with interferers around here, Loki. And you’re an interferer if we ever saw one. We’d just rather you worked for us, is all. And... if you sign this... 200 missions. Just two-hundred missions. Then we’ll put you back in your timeline, and you can go die, for all we care.”

Loki sighed, eyeing the contract on the table.

It would seem... he had no choice.

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lokihzra · 3 years

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The Drug That I Can’t Quit

Loki x Tony Stark

Summary: the fic where Loki escapes his cell on Asgard and has no where else to go and Tony is a good person.

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, injuries,

word count: 1k

Chapter 1: A God At 1am

December 29, 2012

Tony was fucking exhausted.

After the fake Mandarin and Killian, not to mention saving the president and Pepper. Tony was ready to sleep for a week. He wanted to put off everything and just sleep.

He wants to ignore everything, he wants to sleep all day, he wants to work on his suits, he wants to drink like tomorrow is the day he’ll die, he doesn’t want to be Iron Man anymore, he wants to forget about the company and Pepper.

He wants to whither away and be no one. Be unknown to the world so he can have some peace.

But he’s Tony Stark.

And being Tony Stark means chaos and pain.

So as soon as his head hit the pillow, Jarvis speaks up “sir you have a visitor”

“tell them to fuck off” he mumbles back and sighs, his body relaxing into the soft matress. He didn’t want to get up for anybody.

“Sir I am afraid to tell you that they are injured”

And that is how Tony ended up staring at Loki, bleeding and on all fours, struggling to hold himself up. Something told Tony to turn around, to turn around and go back to bed like he never heard Jarvis in the first place.

But he doesn’t.

Tony swallows and his breathing picks up as he asks “what’re you doing here?” harshly.

Loki chuckles lowly before sighing “hello to you too Stark” he leans back and sits on his feet, putting his hands on his knees and resting his weight down on them, the elegance that Tony is so used to is gone as he scans the blood and bruises on Loki’s face.

A cut through his eyebrow and lip, bruises on his perfect cheekbone, jawline and beautiful green eye.

“talk before I call the fantastic fo-“

Loki’s eyes widen and he blurts “I did not wish to attack your realm” in a panic and quickly adds “I have nowhere else to go, Odin wants to lock me up for eternity and everyone else approves of it-“

“Lok-“

“-I just need time to heal and figure out where I’m going and then I’ll leave” he explains desperately, holding his hands out like he’s trying to calm a wild animal “do me this favour and I’ll pay you back greatly” he finishes softly and drops his hands.

Tony raises a brow, not believing him a bit despite the desperation in his voice. So Tony asks “how can a fallen prince pay me?”

Loki sighs, like he’s tired, probably as tired as Tony “my armour is worth-”

Tony sighs “stop” and Loki does, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion at Tony’s submission. “I don’t need money, I was joking” Tony explains and Loki frowns harder.

“then what do you want in return?” Loki asks like a lost child and it makes Tony’s stomach churn for some reason.

Company. Tony leaves unsaid and says “a favour” instead.

Loki watches him, like he’s expecting something else and once Tony doesn’t do anything else. Loki relaxes and asks “may I shower?”

Tony nods instantly “after I fix you up and show you around-“

Loki shakes his head “I’ve attacked your realm-“

“you aren’t attacking me now and if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have come here beaten and bloody” Tony says despite the anxiety making his stomach throb and bile trying to crawl up his throat. Tony watches as Loki relaxes and it eases the nausea a tiny bit “and if you do attack me Jarvis is programmed to inform, Fury and the Umbrella Academy about it”

“you predicted my arrival?”

“no I predicted that someone who hates me would show up and try to off me” Tony takes a breath “didn’t expect this”.

Loki doesn’t do anything so Tony waves him along as he turns around and heads downstairs.

Tony always had an attraction towards men.

It was apart of the reason Howard despised him so much. But he was never attracted to anyone as much as he is right now. Loki attacked New York and nearly got Tony killed, but the gods lean and muscular body is distracting him from remembering that right now.

“you should despise me” Loki says quietly, like he’s afraid Tony will change his mind “I slaughtered your people, destroyed your city-“

”why are your eyes green now?” Tony asks instead as he uses butterfly stitches to close up a gash on Loki’s bicep. He did as much as he could with the rest of the wounds, Loki would have to see a doctor about them but Tony will worry about that after.

Loki sighs loudly, staring at the door across from him instead of looking at Tony “I wasn’t completely sane”

Tony moves onto a cut on Loki’s jaw “obviously”

Loki rolls his eyes “Barton and Selvig were not the only ones influenced by the sceptre” Loki says dimly and Tony stops himself from freezing.

He didn’t expect that of all things, but he continues closing up the cut like Loki was just talking about his birthday or something. “did you know?” Tony asks like it’s nothing.

“no” Loki’s voice falls flat, emotionless. “it makes it worse”

This time Tony freezes.

But luckily he’s done anyways. “you didn’t want to attack New York?” He asks as he moves back a bit to put distance between them, Loki being half-naked doesn’t help Tony take the topic seriously because his mind keeps thinking of what it would be like to touch Loki.

“no” Loki answers immediately, drawing Tony’s attention from Loki’s abs to his beautiful green eyes “I wanted to anger my father” he explains with a sullen tone and his gaze falls to the floor as he admits “I did not want to harm anyone”.

Tony swallows as he thinks of what to say. Tony isn’t good at emotions or comforting people.

“I’m sorry for throwing you out your own window” Loki says quietly as he looks back up at the door “I tried to prevent myself from doing so”

Tony sighs “if it makes you feel better I was expecting it” he replies back with a lighthearted tone and Loki’s lips quirk up into a half smile.

A broken smile.

And the sight makes Tony’s heart beat faster “I can show you around tomorrow” he states “I’m fucking tired and you look tired too”

“If I can sleep”

Tony has to stop himself from agreeing with that.

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 3 years

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Disconnected (New Series Preview)

Full Chapter 1 has been posted. Check it on my masterlist.

Summary: Faced with a new enemy intent on causing havoc around the world, the Avengers are in need of some help. Tony volunteered a friend he said was perfect with her knowledge of explosives and technology. You were not what they expected.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Avengers x Mutant!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: EVENTUAL SMUT. IMPLIED SMUT. SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (Do not read if you are under 18), Cursing, Canon Level Violence, Blood, Gore, Mentions of Past Trauma, Abandonment Issues, Adorable Pining, Oblivious Reader, Mild Angst, Fluff

A/N: New series preview! Yay! Contrary to the angst I have been writing against Steve, he is actually my comfort character. And I am in need of comfort right now.

No permission is granted to repost my work. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

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1: Unexpected Packaging

Steve Rogers fiddled with his phone as he leaned against the conference table in the Avengers Compound, one hand on his hip and a deep crease on his brow. He was frowning down at the device like he often did. It's been years since he was thawed out and he should be used to technology by now, and he was, but innovation was so fast paced now that by the time he got the hang of one thing there were already three upgrades available. It was aggravating.

"Need help with that, old man?" Natasha smirked from the seat beside him, her legs propped up on the table while she nibbled on a chocolate bar.

He snorted, more than just used to his teammate's teasing. He glanced around, silently doing a head count before he nodded satisfied that everyone was there. Well everyone that needed to be there anyway.

Clint was snoozing on a chair, arms crossed and chin dropped to his chest. His bow sat on his lap, not having the chance yet to put his gear away after just returning from a mission. Bruce was in a corner, head bowed as he read the data on the tablet he held. His hand was alternating between scratching his beard and pulling at his hair, clearly unhappy with what he was seeing. Wanda and Vision were sat facing each other, staring adoringly at the other while having a silent discussion in their minds. A loving conversation privy only to them. In stark contrast beside them was Sam and Bucky, the former much too entertained with teasing the latter who was visibly growing more and more irritated.

He couldn't help the small quirk at the corner of his lips at the clumsy dynamic of their makeshift family. Even as they were preparing to face a new nefarious enemy, he was confident in his team. That was the reason they were all gathered there that afternoon. The Avengers were going against a new organization who was quickly making a name for themselves by strategically bombing iconic sites in multiple cities. They were succeeding so far in maintaining their anonymity and causing chaos wherever they struck. They needed help.

"Stark's late," Bucky grumbled, half because of waiting and the other half because of Sam. Their love-hate relationship was complicated at best, but there was no doubt that they had each other's back.

"Who even is he bringing?" Natasha said, immediately suspicious as is her nature. Steve was apprehensive about that too. He would take the help but he would much prefer knowing everything about a person before he trusts them with having his back.

Before theories and doubts could be thrown around, the elevator dinged signaling the arrival of Tony Stark. They saw him first through the glass walls of the conference room, walking with purpose ahead with a giddy grin on his face. What threw them off was the person who trailed behind him.

There was a confidence in your strut, your strides sure with each step even if this was your first time in the premises. Your shoulders were slumped forward just the slightest bit, in what most would misconstrue as nerves where in fact it was plain curiosity. It wasn't your physical presence that shocked them. It was the fact that you were heavily restrained.

Your hands were fully encased in a wide rounded cylinder that covered up to your forearms. The case was thick and made with black reinforced metal, impossible to get out of. A small screen was on top, blinking blue and displaying information. On your mouth was a muzzle, similar to the one they placed on Loki years ago, but wider and wound around your head.

"What the hell?" Sam voiced what everyone was thinking.

They were expecting a new teammate; perhaps a highly skilled agent like Natasha, an enhanced like Wanda, a genius like Tony. Hell, they wouldn't even be surprised if they somehow pulled out another Hulk. Whatever you were was nowhere on the list of possibilities and at that point they didn't even know a single thing about you. And Tony looked far too happy. It unnerved every single one of them.

Your head turned to face them, sensing the many eyes on you. Through the glass separating you from them, Steve locked eyes with you and the breath was knocked out of him. He couldn't see half of your face but your eyes alone were magnetic; glinting with mischief, deep with intellect, and crinkling at the corners indicating you were smiling under the muzzle.

You were trouble.

When you and Tony entered the room, Steve noted that your eyes quickly flit from one person to another. If he wasn't paying such close attention to you, he would have missed the fact that you paid more than just a cursory glance at his team. No, you had thoroughly assessed each one from head to toe and carefully catalogued what you observed. In the few seconds that your eyes almost maniacally darted across the room, you had analyzed their capabilities and calculated their threat level.

You were definitely trouble.

"Uh, Tony?" Natasha said, carefully keeping a safe distance but a discerning eye on the newcomer who was clearly dangerous to be needing such drastic binds. "What's with Loki the sequel?"

Tony looked at Natasha for a moment, confused at her reaction. Then his gaze moved through the room of superheroes, all with tense looks and poised to jump into action at a moment's notice. Then finally he looked at you literally bound and gagged but looking relaxed as you tilted your constraints up and down in an almost playful manner. He realized his mistake.

"Oh," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I realize now that this looks bad."

There was a chorus of snorts and sarcastic hums in the room while you continued to toy with your god-grade handcuffs seemingly unbothered by the barely contained animosity directed at you. Tony put his hands up a bit and stepped slightly in front of you. Natasha was the most curious at the protective gesture.

"The restraints aren't actually there to detain her," he explained carefully. "They're more for her entertainment."

The loud clang of heavy metal hitting the floor boomed through the room as the device encasing your arms disengaged. The noise had startled everyone in the room and alerted Clint who had slept through the whole introduction. He jolted awake, instinctively grabbed his quiver, and shot straight at you before anyone could even realize what he was doing.

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