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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Chapter 11: The Viper Retreats

Wracked with guilt, Loki disappears, leaving you alone and confused in his furious wake. Only a visitor from home can rekindle the courage you need to seek out answers.

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI) MASTERLIST HERE **Please reblog if you like it!**

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

Loki’s chosen colors were green and gold, but he was only seeing red when he dashed to the dungeons with the signed death warrant for one of his own concubines, handing the scroll off to the warden, who read it quickly before giving a confused face to the Prince.

“Your Highness? Are you certain? She’s been crying relentlessly for the past four hours--”

“--I HAVE GIVEN YOU THE COMMAND AND YOU WILL FIND THE HEADSMAN AND SEE TO IT IMMEDIATELY!” Loki demanded, the pure rage consuming his every wit.

The doubtful warden quickly bowed and scampered off.

Loki had seen you go under the healer’s knife for the last time without doing anything about. Keeping vigil on and off, particularly when he wa certain no one would care to notice, he wanted nothing more than to sit where his faithful sentry sat: at your bedside, holding your hand and promising you that all of the demons were gone, and that you were safe as long as you were under his watch.

It was when you turned your head, moaning in pain as your brain was trying to escape the anesthetic’s spell. You were easily drugged back into peaceful sleep, but that one moment of struggle and discomfort was enough to trigger a defensive mode in Loki that he’d never felt before.

For the first time in his life, the Snake wanted blood for blood’s sake.

Hilda and her three friends had gone into hiding elsewhere in the palace, with every intention of re-emerging after a week or so, but no one could escape a wrathful Prince’s order, and all it took was half an hour of searching before their sanctuary was discovered, and all four were arrested and dragged off.

The warden returned unexpectedly quickly. “The Headsman is already here, serving as a substitute sentry this evening. He can do it any time before his shift ends at dawn.”

“Then do it now,” Loki said. “I have other business to see to.”

“Now?” asked the warden. “Then all four will be private executions?”

“Yes. Not on the green. Do it here, before me. Now. Before they have time to beg like dogs.”

“Your Highness is merciful,” recited the warden. “I will see to it immediately.”

The warden was true to his word, and all three of the hulking male concubines were quickly dispatched of, one by one, at Loki’s feet there in the dungeons. To his surprise, the Prince found himself drinking in a feeling of power and satisfaction as each head fell to the floor.

Hilda was dragged out onto her knees, pleading and weeping for her life. “My Prince! My Prince! I am contrite! Plea--”

“Disgusting little sow,” he murmured, waving his hand, taking the sound away from Hilda’s mouth. “If only you’d thought of this consequence before attacking my belov--my mistress. You are a disgrace and a danger to my harem.”

He looked down at his boots, already stained with the blood of Hilda’s predecessors on the block, and began to feel nauseated. He quickly nodded to the Headsman and spun on his heels, walking away just in time to hear the sound of another head hitting the floor.

No one in the palace dared to question a Prince as he walked by, even now when the lower half of him was spotted in blood. Yet even so, the Prince could not ignore the questioning faces of some of the maids and nobles as he brushed past them and made for the sanctuary of his chambers, where he ran to his full-body mirror to look at himself.

Moments felt like minutes as he absorbed the sight of himself covered in the blood of others. Of course, this was far from the first time he was arrayed in such red, but what was curious this time was how heavy his heart suddenly became as the image of you appeared over his shoulder. He turned around quickly, only to find that no one was behind him, and the vision of you behind him was only a specter of guilt in the mirror looking back at him.

You were weeping and shaking your head in shame.

Loki’s lower lip trembled, realizing how he had behaved like the viper everyone expected him to be. “No….Y/N, my sparrow…what have I done?”

In his flood of emotion, Loki growled and threw a heavy fist through the mirror, sending shatters and shards falling at his feet, mixing the blood from his hands with the blood on his clothes.

What have I done? Oh, sparrow, what have I done?

“Your Highness, I’m afraid they are true, the rumors.”

Stieg stood at full attention as Thor paced his parlor, knocking carelessly into tables as he tried to wrap his head around the situation. “No, not my little brother. He would never sign a death order.”

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. He wasted little time, actually.”

“And you witnessed this?” asked Thor, his voice loud and booming. “The order as well as the…event?”

Stieg shook his head. “He had me stay with Y/N. He doesn’t want the King to know about her.”

Thor shook his head. “Impossible. Every execution order must go through our father. He certainly knows.”

Stieg shrugged. “Perhaps he lied about why, Highness.”

Grunting, Thor turned away from his spy, looking at the wall with anger. “My poor brother. He’s becoming more lost with time under our father’s oppressive hand. I fear it is not Y/N’s fault. She was only the key to unlocking the building pressure under his skin.”

“Excuse me, Highness?” asked Stieg.

Thor turned around and spoke up. “Loki is in love.”

Bowing his head, Stieg silently confirmed his suspicion. “The condemned found her journals and grew hot with jealousy. The feeling of love between them is mutual, Highness.”

“Then they are both in danger. And the journal?”

“Burned, as you requested.”

“Good. My brother may see intelligence inside her, but anyone foolish enough to keep a log of their life in the harem here cannot be entirely of their wits. If my Father had seen her writings, she’d be the one headless,” scowled the Thunder Prince, his brotherly concern mixed with anger.

“May I inquire, Highness, as to why you wish to involve yourself in this matter?” asked Stieg. “If it isn’t too bold? I merely mean to say…he is your baby brother, yet he is also a man in his own right.”

“Odin grows madder by the day in his advancing age,” explained Thor. “He only allows this to add to the paranoia that motivates his judgments. Loki has always feared the day that Odin’s full madness boils over.”

“Prince Loki is missing,” Stieg added. “As of last evening, Sire. He witnessed the executions and then seemingly fled.”

Thor bit his lip, holding back an angry rage. “And you didn’t think to start this conversation with that little fact, did you?”

Stieg fell to one knee in contrition. “No, Your Highness! I am most humbly sorry.”

“Be that as it may,” Thor went on, “I don’t think he went far. I would stake my entire vault on him having retreated to the privacy of our old playgarden.”

“Shall we investigate, Sire?”

“No,” he decided. “This will not bode well when the girl finds out. When will she be released from the hospital wing?”

“Tomorrow. She is healing quickly,” Stieg replied.

“I expect she will demand to see him, and no one will have answers for her,” thought Thor. “Perhaps I can make good on my word to her, and do it on my brother’s behalf.”

“Sire?”

Thor paused a moment, thinking things through. “Stieg, have a missive sent immediately to Borgund, Vanaheim, and tell them that the Priestess of Freyja who resides there is being summoned to Asgard on orders of The Crown Prince Thor.”

You were entirely alone as the following days turned into a week, and then another week.

None of the other concubines would speak to you. None of the servants would say more than they had to when delivering your meals, or bringing your medicine each evening. Stieg was the only one who would speak to you at length, and even then, he only visited once in the morning, to ask if you had any need of an escort that day. Even these interactions were all the same.

“Will you be going for a stroll today, Miss?”

“No, Stieg.”

“Then you have no need for an escort at all, today?”

“Have you heard from him?”

“No, Miss.”

“Then no, I don’t have need of an escort. WIll you stay for tea?”

Most days, Stieg would stay and share your breakfast. On the days he would be required elsewhere, you would sequester yourself in your room early, usually only sneaking out for some exercise after most of the others would have been in bed. While there was technically a curfew for anyone serving the Royal Family, you never left the harem wing anyway.

One morning, long after Stieg had come and gone, a different sentry came for you. “I am to bring you to His Highness Prince Thor immediately.”

The walk felt like months as you were led through the now-familiar hallways, hoping that Thor was summoning you to bring you word of Loki’s whereabouts, and whether or not he was willing to see you and hear your sorrows and protestations over his rash judgment.

Instead, all of your anxieties popped out of existence as soon as the sentry opened Thor’s chamber door to you, and you saw Aunt Ing standing by one of the buffet tables, already helping herself to a plate piled impossibly high with fruits. She barely had time to put the plate down before you fell into her arms, letting yourself sob.

“Aunt Ing!” you cried. “You’re here! You’re here!”

“Oh, Y/N! How I’ve missed you so!” Ing said, pressing your forehead to hers in a standard Vanir greeting of love.

“I have had such sadness and yet such happiness,” you moaned. “You need to know everything!”

“Shh!” Ing said quickly. “It was Prince Thor who summoned me, not--”

“--I know all,” said Thor, and you turned in the direction of his voice, not realizing he was watching you from the corner. “Please speak your mind here. You are in no danger. In fact, I will leave you here in privacy, but should you require anything, a guard will be stationed right outside the door.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” you said quietly. Thor gave you a curt nod before leaving you be.

The moment you were certain you were alone, you nearly fell into Ing’s arms, knocking her almost off balance and nearly causing her to drop her platter of food.

“Child, they came to the temple and told me Prince Thor was calling for me! I thought you were in trouble!” your Aunt said, putting the plate aside in order to finally receive your embrace.

“I am, Aunt! I am,” you sighed, finally letting go in order to rub your wet eyes on the sleeve of your dress.

“How so? Is the Prince angered with you?” asked Ing, picking up the large plate and adding to it.

“The contrary,” you informed her. “He has…done something terrible. Awful. Loathsome. And he did it on my behalf..”

You sat with Ing and regaled the story of how you’d successfully caught the interest of the Prince, how he’d exposed his soul to you, and how you were just now beginning to plant the seeds of change for your homeland in his mind. As you came to the part about his transgression, of how he’d taken the lives of your bitter roommate as well as her friends, Ing seemed to forget the twelve pounds of food on her platter.

“All she did was beat me. I had worse wounds falling down the hills in Borgund, Aunt,” you whispered. “I certainly wouldn’t have objected to retribution, but I would’ve never asked for him to kill for my honor, not for anything!”

“But my girl, don’t you see?” she said with awe, a gentle smile on her face as she took your hands in hers. “No woman in Asgard save for the Queen has the power that you now have.”

“No!” you denied, pulling back. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m driving him towards this instability, this passion. It isn’t fair and it isn’t right!”

“Is it right that the Allfather steals young girls from their families to bring to his bed?” asked Ing, causing you to bite your lip, ashamed.

“He says he loves me,” you sighed. “I love him too. And our love has already killed someone!”

“Please, my niece, it isn’t your doing at all,” Aunt Ing insisted. “You cannot blame yourself for his choices.”

“If I’d never set out to enchant him--”

“--let me tell you the final secret to romance,” said Ing, leaning forward as if about to share an exquisite piece of sacred wisdom. “A true connection is never one-sided, and Freyja’s ways are always hers, not ours. If you were never meant to bond with the Prince, it would have never occurred to either of you.”

“But--”

“--let me ask you this, then,” Ing interrupted, reaching for her goblet of mead. “What exactly happened when you met?”

You bit your lip and recalled how he’d protected you from the drunk revelers, and nearly executed one of them, only thinking twice at your insistence.

“Why do you think he took such concern for you so quickly, if you were just the latest in a long line of bed warmers?” she asked.

You realized that you had no answer. Hilda had said that it wasn’t unheard of for Loki to endorse such behavior. Why did he choose you to be the time he put his foot down? Or why was he convinced by you to commute the sentence of your attacker so easily?

“Are you saying we are blessed by Freyja?” you asked, shaking your head in disbelief. “But the Higher Gods do not grant such boons to lowly Vanir.”

Ing laughed. “Do you forget that I am her priestess? That I have taken vows to her service? Do you think Freyja does not hear my prayers, child?”

“You haven’t--?”

Ing smiled. “Oh, don’t you worry. I only asked for protection for you. Y/N, I am afraid you and the Prince did the rest entirely on your own.”

A tear ran down your cheek as the idea sank in, sending warmth through your body: You were in your destined place when you were in Loki’s arms. Every kiss was foretold, every flutter of your heart was written. Your souls were a match that echoed through every timeline; your love was an undeniable fact of nature as omnipresent as gravity.

“How can I forgive him for what he’s done?”

“Because you love him, and you’ve already done so,” answered your Aunt.

She was right, and you suddenly realized it. For in spite of the atrocity that was sitting between you, you were already hoping to seek him out not to reprimand him, but to comfort him and to tell him that you intended to remain on his side.

“He surely gave the command out of fearsome love for you,” said Ing. “I imagine he is only waiting for you to assure him that he is still in your heart.”

“He is missing,” you replied. “He doesn’t wish to see me.”

“I think,” suggested Ing, “I think you know exactly where he is. You simply are too afraid to barge in on him without a summons.” Again, she was correct. Your first thought after Stieg’s admission was that Loki had retreated to his beloved Garden of Forking Paths, and that he was somewhere deep in the brush, looking for the right turn, perhaps waiting to come across you, deep in search of him.

“If he is already so volatile, breaking protocol may not be the wisest idea,” you informed her. “He must send for me.”

Ing shrugged. “My girl, he’s besotted. You could ask for the Allfather’s head and he’d serve it on a golden plate with a garnish.”

“Were it that I could ask for it,” you mumbled bitterly. “So many of his woes trace back to the King. That’s why Prince Thor contacted me.”

Aunt Ing raised an eyebrow. “He is an old despot. He won’t even give us an ambassador. That’s why the riots in the Capital are reaching a climax.”

“An ambassador?” you asked.

“Well, a high-ranking Asgardian politician would take up permanent residence in Vanaheim and act as the voice of the people. They would establish a parliament here and take their concerns back to Asgard. All that stands in our way of having one is Odin’s designation, which he refuses to give. It relinquishes his power only slightly.”

You smiled, an idea forming. “Then that will be my play.”

“Play?”

“Maybe I could convince the Prince to ask for an ambassador! Surely the Allfather would listen to his own son!” you suggested.

Ing twisted her lip. “I suppose.”

“Aunt? You seem anxious.”

She looked away for a moment, plucking a single grape from her tray and rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. “Y/N, I hope you guard yourself. I will always endorse a good love affair, and truly, I am happy for you. Just know that reality is always waiting around the next bend.”

You nodded. “You refer to how he is to be married one day. I know this.”

“Yes, child. You can never be a wife to Prince Loki, no matter how desperately you star-crossed lovers strive for it,” she reminded you. “All you can hope for in the end is to be a haunting memory he recalls from time to time as the ages go on.”

You felt your heart sink. Perhaps you were starting to lose your grip after all. It was true: Loki would be wed to this Princess Ase at some point in the future, and you would be rehomed. He’d have a royal family of his own and forget about the little starling he once professed feelings for.

“Then I will have to savor the time I do have with him,” you said, resigned. “And make sure I can complete my task before the blessed event if Vanaheim is to be saved.”

The Allfather sat at a large desk, a sentry behind him. The King was pleased with the news he had just received.

“And he stayed to witness the execution himself, did he?” asked Odin.

The sentry bowed his head in the affirmative. “Yes, Majesty.”

“It seems one of my sons has become a man and a leader at last.” the King replied. Then, he got an idea.

“Sentry, have a summons sent to Alfheim on behalf of Prince Loki, saying that he is requesting the presence of the Princess Ase, and that he wishes to begin the official wedding ritual. Even if he doesn’t believe he is ready, I think this last action proves the contrary.”

“Yes, Majesty, at once!”

“He’s been so gloomy,” noted the Allfather. “A wedding will certainly lift his spirits.”

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mwagneto · 2 years

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thor 4 was SO bad in a way i can barely even explain. it literally felt like watching a parody of a marvel movie except it's literally a real unironic marvel movie

#I CANT EVEN LIKE. COPE ??????#LIKE . THIS IS HOW LOW THE BAR IS #they literally don't even have to TRY they know their army of zombies will watch anything with #enough loud noises and one liners and references to other movies #like. they literally looked at ragnarok and were like ay taika that was pretty good can you do that again #it literally feels like taika made this ironically with 0 effort put into it ans then was #like yeah guys this is a really good movie trust me bro my heart's really in this #like obviously this isn't what happened it's just a bad movie but it felt so. thrown together #literally someone's last minute homework lmao #thor 4 #tlat spoilers #marvel #mcu #thor #anti marvel #anti mcu

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aro-culture-is · 1 year

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Aro culture is wanting to complain about not getting to see much of a favourite celebrity in a TV series after a certain point until the new season next year, but not wanting people to think that means you have a crush on them. Alternatively, aro culture is wanting to gush about celebrities you like without people automatically assuming it's a crush.

#Anonymous #aro culture is #aro #aromantic #actually aro #actually aromantic #ask #mod phoenix #the only way i'd assume it's attraction is like. if it's pretty hard to see it as anything else #ie an old 'straight' friend who was known to go on half-hour long rants about how much he liked chris... uh. the thor one. his abs.#at which point we were like uh. hey kyle. you... got something you wanna talk to us about?#unfortunately he was v much convinced he was straight and homophobic despite this being one of like. so many examples of us being like...#bro you're the only straight cis one in your main friend group and you're a band kid with drama kid gfs #this does not give us the impression of a straight man kyle.#he was a weird type of homophobic tho #he was like? perfectly fine with people around him being gay and trans and was pretty chill about respecting identities #like shockingly good about respecting pronouns including situational stuff for safety #for someone who on more than one occasion talked about how he thought gay couples shouldn't be able to adopt and shit like that #from what i last heard though i think he got engaged to the last gf of his i knew from high school #and i knew her well enough that i assume he had to have improved as a person if she's willing to have married him #... i cannot stay on topic lol

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nostalgia-tblr · 9 months

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The dark world thought. Loki keeps calling thor brother (mostly to annoy him) in the movie. idk why but i was hoping at least once thor would scream at him and say "STOP CALLING ME THAT"

Note to self: watch Thor 2: The Dark World. See, I think it's the other way round, and my answer involves thoughts I had about the thorki fic I inisist I will never write so fair warning for that BUT of the two it's Loki who's far more likely to insist they're not really brothers and shouldn't call each other that. A thought I had from the first film and then failed to post (I don't post ALL my thoughts on tumblr! Just most of them!) was that the 'worthy' aspect of Mjolnir is very vague and Loki would spend hours and hours trying to pin down 'what does worthy mean,' and utterly convinced that even if he isn't going to fit the criteria there must be a loophole somewhere in the wording that he can use. Whereas Thor probably hasn't spent much time worrying about that - either you're worthy or you're not and the magic hammer just knows which it is. Somehow.

Similarly I don't think Thor cares much about whether he and Loki were technically born to the same parents or even if they're the same species, because they are brothers, they've always been brothers, how can they not be brothers? Meanwhile Loki's upended life largely revolves around the fact that pedantically, legally, whateverly, they aren't really brothers and they never were. Which is why he's open to things getting incestuous now while Thor is still repulsed by his own unbrotherly yearnings. Don't be daft, Thor, we're obviously not brothers, stop calling me that it's not true you're just repeating someone else's lie! But what else would Thor call his brother? It may have been a lie to begin with, and it still might be a lie to other people, but having spent centuries thinking they were brothers and acting like they were then how is that relationship not them being brothers? Had Loki actually been his brother by blood it wouldn't have made a difference so in practical terms how are they suddenly not brothers just because Loki turned out to be a Frost Giant?

Thor wants Loki to stop causing problems and to stop being a dick, but he doesn't want him to stop being his brother (were such a thing even possible in his mind). Whereas Loki's life of crime or even just life on the run would be a lot easier if he didn't have a brother to worry about and who insists on worrying about him.

tl;dr: I got lost about halfway through my answer, sorry. I have more thoughts on this matter than my usually flippant comments might suggest D: D:

#brodinsons #but also a bit of thorki except not really cos i put a line through it #(nobody tell me that if you strikethru the thorki its still thorki shhhh i too have seized upon a technical distinction that barely counts)#it's not Thor being thick that makes him less fussed about words its that he's more likely to understand that the words aren't the point #fic acts like Thor's magic hammer doesn't run on magic and so it's less queer than reading books (INORITE?!?!) but no it does it's just tha #Thor isn't especially interested in how and why it works as long as it does. he tends to just accept things at face value more often.#this is not necessarily good! this is why he gets talked into invading jotunheim by someone he sees no reason not to trust #and then on Earth it never occurs to him the dead dad thing is a lie because who would lie about a thing like that? not his beloved bro!#the brodinsons together would be a fantastic king but alas the throne has been made too small to fit the both of them :(#replies #thor movies

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notalexhorne · 8 months

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God it's so strange having a show I like that actually has regular and consistent output, after so many fandoms with years between seasons/series.

Venture Bros: get rekt

Sherlock: Fuck the fans

Marvel: lol wtf is an output schedule? Fans are replaceable anyway

Meanwhile Taskmaster over here giving us two series per year, plus a yearly special, plus another special every five series (ish, scheduling depending). It's nice to be fed and happy for a change.

#taskmaster #admittedly with the venture bros the scheduling was largely the fault of adult swim from what i've gathered #and tbh the art getting better and better with every season always made the wait well worth it #cannot wait to watch the movie on thursday #and with marvel they have a problem with oversaturating the market with so many of their millions of properties #that the one specific title you're following gets sidelined and doesn't have another issue come out for six months for no fucking reason #idek what's going on with the D+ series anymore because I dropped that shit ages ago #i'll just pirate it if anything I'm even remotely interested comes out ever again #which after loki seems unlikely tbh #because the thor franchise has been thoroughly fucked by the studio anyway and i've given up on it ever being good again but whatever #and sherlock #fuck sherlock in its entirety #it knows what it did

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stealforreal · 2 years

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Soulbonded

Promt 11: He/She is a criminal

Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst.

Summery: After the Battle of New York left you with new discoveries and a new hobby, you didn't excpect your team and friends to turn on you so quick.

“He’s a criminal” Natasha huffed, glancing at you in disapproval.

“He’s misunderstood” you cross your arms over your chest as you defend Loki. It had been a month since the battle of New York, where you had made eye contact with Loki during the fight only to then get your soulmark. There was no mistaking the new brand sitting on the inside of your wrist, it was Loki's name. In neat cursive writing sits the name Loki Laufeyson, at first you didn’t believe it and denied it was real. Only after the battle when Loki was cuffed and taken back to Asgard, did it really hit you that he was your soulmate and that you might never see him again.

In an attempt to feel closer to Loki after you accepted his status and your own as soulmates, you dive into anything norse mythology you could get your hands on. If you asked Thor he would for sure ask questions, besides he was still off world. Your new obsession with norse mythology didn’t go unnoticed by your teammate and sort-of-friend Natasha Romanoff. You say sort-of since Natasha didn’t really trust anyone, and it made the friendship a bit harder. Natasha’s trust issues must have been tingling or something, because suddenly she was confronting you about your new hobby. So you told her the truth, and she was not happy about that. But it was the one thing you took pride in yourself on, it was your honesty.

Which was how the conversation came to this intervention-like point, with Natasha trying to reason with you by highlighting all the bad that Loki did.

“Misunderstood, misunderstood!! you’ve got to be kidding me y/n. He killed 80 people in cold blood, prior to the bloodshed that was New York a month ago ” Natasha was getting frustrated nothing was getting through to you.

“He’s my soulmate”

The confession hung in the air for a while, before Natasha seemed to react. “Y/N!!! Listen to me. He is a bad man, who mind controlled our allies and killed countless people” Her voice was loud, and the sound attracted the other Avengers including Thor who got back minutes prior to update the team on Loki’s sentence.

“Yes but that was because of the scepter, where did he get it cause Thor said he relied on magic. Somebody must have given him it, and they could have mind controlled Loki. We wouldn’t be able to see it, cause we have never seen it before and Thor was never mind controlled.” At this point you were pacing back and forth while voicing your theori.

“You just think that because Loki is your soulmate” She yelled.

“Loki is your soulmate?” Thor’s voice piped up, alerting you of the others' presence. You spun around and took in all your team members' faces, and they all looked at you like you had somehow betrayed them. By the looks on their faces it didn’t seem to matter that you have no power over who is your soulmate, their looks all screamed: You are not welcome here anymore.

“Yes Thor, and I would like to see him please. Take me back with you to Asgaard” you calmly addressed the god of thunder. “But what of your family here?” Thor innocently asked. The question was innocent enough, the Avengers had come to be a bit like family. But the posture they held now screamed, ‘I’m ready for a fight’ hell, Tony had even fetched one of his repulsor beams and was pointing it at you.

“Look at them Thor, now they know. I’m not family to them anymore, clearly ” you huffed, and blatantly pointed to the repulsor aimed at you. Thor looked at you seemingly a little lost that the Avengers turned on you because of your soulmate, but maybe it was because the nature of soulmates was perceived differently on Asgaard. On earth soulmates were perceived as two people who were right for each other, and often shared interests. Whereas on Asgaard soulmates were perceived as two halves of one soul, where they were two often very different personalities paired together. Soulbonds.

The Avengers saw it as you sharing hobbies as soulmates were known for, meaning your moral compass was probably screwed and wouldn’t hesitate to stab them in the back. But Thor saw you in a new light, as a sister figure since you were his brother's soulbond, but also as the contrasting truth and honesty to Loki’s mischievous and deceitful personality. Two halves of a whole person. A flawed one as all living beings are.

“Of course sister, I’m sure All father will make an exception for you to stay on Asgard. Go pack your bags, while I update the team”

With that you left the room, conscious of the repulsor following you the time until you were out of view. Packing was quick, it had only been a month at the tower so your personal items were sparse. Everything after was mostly a blur, you kept silent. The Avengers weren’t as much your friends as you thought, if they were they wouldn’t question your integrity based on your soulmate. You were your own person.

When Thor arrived back on Asgaard with a companion Heimdall simply raised an eyebrow, before Thor nudged you and urged you to show Heimdall your wrist. After Heimdall had seen the name on your wrist he let you walk into Asgard, wishing you luck with your soulbond. Odin had not been pleased with your arrival, and had Frigga not been there and been ecstatic to meet her youngest son's soulmate, you were pretty sure Odin would have kicked you to the curb. After ensuring them that you meant no harm, and telling them you would not care how little or how much lodging they could spare as long as you could see Loki, Odin seemed more okay with it.

The way you spoke politely and respectfully, plus the comment about not caring for lodging seemed to make everyone warm up to you. To the Asgardians who witnessed it, you simply proved their beliefs in soulbonds. You were surely going to be honest and truthful in your relationship.

Frigga insisted on personally showing you your room, it was right across the hall from what used to be Loki’s room and was near the library as well. You thanked her before setting your bag into the room, and asking her to take you to Loki. Unpacking could wait.

Loki sensed his mother before he saw her, but for the first time since they had locked him up here Frigga wasn’t alone. The steps that accompanied his mother were light, most likely another woman and that peaked Loki’s interest. Nobody other than his mother had come to see him, the scorned, power hungry and deceitful second son, of their own free will. Loki listened to their conversation.

“Do you think he’ll accept me, All Mother, I mean I don’t even know if he knows who I am” A sweet angelic voice asked his mother.

“Of course he will, dear. Loki has always wanted to meet his Soulbond even if rarely admits it. But I know my son”

Soulbond. Loki’s Soulbond came to visit him, his soulbond had seeked him out. When Loki had first noticed the name on his wrist had appeared and he apparently had met his other half, he was still slightly under Thanos’ mind control. But as the Soulbond fell into pace as he was walking on Midgard, the mind control snapped and lost hold of him. He was almost sure his soulbond wouldn’t want to be with him, the chances of his soulbond being Midgardian looked to be high and his new reputation on Midgard was everything other than good.

Frigga was the first to appear in Loki’s field of vision, before the next figure emerged down the steps. It was a beautiful woman, stil clad in Midgardian clothes. Loki vaguely remembered her as one of the Avengers he fought on Midgard. Loki would have been terrified that she had come only to formally reject him and cut their bond, had he not heard her question to his mother.

Their gazes met and as they stared at each other, the air around them became filled with electricity. It was a good thing Frigga was with her, because her body began moving towards Loki. Her mind was foggy as if she wasn’t completely aware of her actions, she completely followed her instincts and gravitated towards the other half of her soul. The cage glass disappeared and reappeared to let y/n into the cell courtesy of Frigga, and darkened the glass so nobody could peek in before leaving to let the newly formed soul bond mates have their privacy.

Y/n’s mind seemed to clear once her hand met the softness of Loki’s cheek. Loki leaned onto the soft touch, one of the rare ones he got since it held no ill intentions. Loki turned his face and kissed his name on her wrist.

“Hi” you whispered, afraid that raising your voice would break the tender moment.

“Hi, my darling ” Loki greeted back, holding back the urge to kiss the breath out of you. But he needed answers to a question first, to quell his insecurities. “Are you alright with me being you bond”

His earnest question took you off guard for a second, before relaxing and giving him a blindingly sweet smile. You cupped his face with both your hands, and put your foreheads together so you could look him in the eyes.

“Of course Loki, you make mistakes we all do, it's a part of life. We were made for each other, and I chose to trust fate when it tells me that you, Loki Laufeyson is the one who will love me as much as I will love you”

It was impossible to lie to Loki, he was the god of lies, so when he sensed the truthfulness of your words. He stopped suppressing his urge to kiss you. Your lips meet in a bruising and passionate first kiss, the soulbond had taken longer to fully activate since you were on two different worlds, so all the unknowingly built up passion came forward in that kiss.

Loki let one hand land on your waist to pull you closer to his body, while his other hand came to cradle the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. Your own hands had wandered off of his cheeks and into his hair. The kiss got softer but deeper, conveying all Loki’s longing for you. He had longed for years for his soulbond, and crossed his fingers they wouldn’t reject him.

Loki had you now, and he had no intentions of ever letting you go.

#loki x reader #mcu fandom #writing promts #hurt/comfort #fluff #first kiss #oneshot #marvel cinematic universe #the avengers #fem!reader #thor is a good bro

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i think when people compare the brothers to come to conclusions about their differing skills they neglect to account for the reason the involved comparisons work. they don't account that Loki would lose to Thor in a fight because it's against Thor and they don't account that Thor would be outsmarted by Loki because the opponent is Loki. It's not even a guaranteed win rate, they're doing business as usual.

#like saying Loki isn't as good a fighter as Thor wouldn't work if the opponent was someone like goon number 4 or Steve Rogers #saying who is smarter between them similarly holds no weight if you put them against some random 3rd opponent #that's how relativity works #like yeah MAYBE Loki would have a better chance of outwitting an opponent and gets entrusted with that sort of thing #that would have little bearing on Thor's own ability #they could just be comfortable with letting the other bro have their wins #small details or incorrect info being distributed mightn't bother Thor so why would he bother correcting it or explaining himself #Thor beating him in a fight might be annoying but ultimately Loki shouldn't expect much else should he #what should he do keep fighting over it till he wins a few?#they probably know how each other fights and like yeah thor's probably better suited to brawling in the dirt so what #thor probably expects loki to butt in about semantic errors so will talk over him if they're in a hurry #they have different strengths but it's clearly based on personal qualities #just let it rest #they're supposed to get along anyway #it makes sense

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regaliasonata · 2 years

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Steven: I-I'm not really good at d-dating people...

Thor: *takes a hold of Steven's hand* I find that hard to belive little moon

Steven: Little moon?

Thor: Yeah, I'm like the sun and you're the moon. Perfect with each other.

Steven: *blushes* maybe this isn't so bad.

Thor: it's perfect.

#marvel #mcu #incorrect moon knight quotes #incorrect thor quotes #inccorect marvel quotes #steven grant #moon knight #thor #steven grant x thor #steven x thor #knightlight is the ship name #i love this #they are so adorable #cute steven grant #thor is a good bro

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woodelf68 · 1 year

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(In which kid Thor isn’t so sure about this brother thing at first, but he comes around.)

#thor #loki #kid thor #kid loki #frigga #odin #marvel fic #pre canon #baby loki #also post avengers #flashback #thor is a good bro #a promise of protection #haruko-mizumi

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galaxythreads · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/8 Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hela & Loki & Thor (Marvel), Hela & Thor (Marvel), Hela & Loki (Marvel), Loki & Thor (Marvel)

Summary: After Loki goes missing from Asgardian prisons, Thor leaves Asgard to look for him, ignoring Odin’s insistence and threats not to do so. Odin, desperate, decides to resort to drastic measures to force his heir back to Asgard. As in, pulling Hela out of Helheim, turning her mortal, and sending her after Thor drastic. (Gen, No smut)

Thor and Hela bonding. Long family road trip. Loki angst. Lots and lots and lots of talking about Odin being a sucky dad.

#Hela #Thor #Hela is a good sister #hela is more than a villian #thor is a good bro #hela is a good bro #odin's a+ parenting #F/U #my fics #my writing #thor fanfiction #hela fanfiction #good hela

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Rivers and Roads

A Lokixfem!reader Fic

Word Count: 3.1k

Part 5/16

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“Do you have a problem with me?” You asked, maybe it was a dumb question, he’d made it clear you were welcome to stay, but the ups and downs in his treatment of you were confusing to navigate. If there were any negative feelings you wanted to air them out now while you still had the confidence to do so.

He looked up at you from the book he had propped open on his lap and furrowed his brow, “Why would you think that?”

You groaned in exasperation and leaned against the bathroom doorway. You’d spent too long overthinking everything while you got dressed and now you didn’t know how to go about untangling your messy feelings.

“Because you keep getting upset with me.” You explained, “How was I supposed to know you were a prince when I’ve never met one before and all my knowledge comes from fairy tale books or social media? I don’t mean to say the wrong things but I don’t know anything about you so it’s really difficult to know what to say and what to avoid.”

He closed his book with a sigh, “I apologize for my earlier frustration, you are correct, you couldn’t have known,” You had a feeling he didn’t admit to being wrong often, you would take that as a good sign, “I am not used to you not - to anyone being here. I’ve been alone for some time and I will need a bit to adjust.”

“I’m happy to give you time, it’s just difficult when we’re in such close quarters. Not that I’m ungrateful for you letting me stay here,” You added hastily, “But I have so many questions I don’t even know where to start. I promise not to pry, I’m just spiraling with the gaps in my memory and I need to try to figure it out. I can barely remember my parent’s faces, or what I did for work. It’s driving me crazy.”

He scooted to the far side of the couch and motioned for you to take a seat. You gratefully sat down, after your near drowning you were feeling relatively weak. Or maybe it was the days spent unconscious without food or water.

His nostrils flared, “Did you use my soap?”

“Did you just smell me?”

He was quiet for a moment before evidently deciding to move past that, “Carry on.”

“I think I’m still in a bit of shock,” You admitted, still a little weirded out that he’d smelled you but needing to think of other things, “Alien planets and princes in space aren’t part of my usual routine. How did you even get here in the first place? I didn’t think there were any inhabitable planets for humans within our reach. You sound British but I don’t remember you being a part of the Royal Family there.”

“That’s because I’m not human.” If it weren’t for the seriousness of his expression you would have thought that he was joking.

“You’re an alien?” You asked, barely able to believe you were asking that question.

“An Asgardian.” He corrected.

Your jaw went slack as your brain put two and two together, “Like you’re from the Asgard? The one from Norse Mythology.”

“Norse history.”

“You mean to tell me,” You started, unable to keep the incredulousness out of your voice, “That your parents weren’t really into Norse Mythology - history, whatever - and you are actually the real Loki, a Norse God, the one who was always playing tricks and stuff?” Norse myth wasn’t your forte, or it was and you had simply forgotten like how you’d forgotten your name, but that Norse God was relatively famous, all things considering.

You’d ruffled his feathers with the last comment, but he seemed to have taken your earlier request to heart and did not get upset with you, he only let a slight irritation slip into his voice, “Yes, I am the real Loki, The God of Mischief, Trickster, son of Odin, brother of Thor.”

He listed off his titles like one would a grocery list.

“I think I need a nap.” You deflated. You’d been too ambitious with your questions.

“Being stranded on an alien world was fine, but learning who I am has exhausted you so much you must fall asleep?” He raised an eyebrow, and that horrible - frustratingly attractive - smirk reappeared on his face.

You waved a hand, “More like it was the cherry on top of my already overloaded brain.”

“It is always fascinating how little mortals can process at a time.” He cocked his head to the side like he was inspecting a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. The comparison felt surprisingly accurate to how you were feeling,

You slapped him playfully on the arm without thinking and instinct drove you to speak, “That’s rich coming from the guy who always asked me the same boring questions that I gave the same boring answers to.”

Your face fell and you blinked. What did that even mean? You were concerned you’d had a mini-stroke. Loki looked equally as confused as you felt, though that confusion was laced with something else. His mouth parted, and his eyes softened as he looked at you intently like he wanted you to say more.

“I’m sorry,” You said, “I don’t know why I said that, that doesn’t make any sense.”

The look vanished from his face, briefly replaced by disappointment, before returning to that indifferent mask he liked to wear.

“Perhaps a nap really is in order, you should rest.”

You couldn’t agree more, “What time of day is it?”

Loki shrugged, “It doesn’t get dark here, try to follow your internal clock.”

“Right.”

You got up but paused, “I don’t want to steal your bed again if I accidentally fall asleep for the whole night.”

“I am more than fine on the couch, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t make sure my guest was properly rested?” He smiled cheekily at you.

You shuffled nervously, “But, it’s your bed, I’ve already-”

Loki cut you off, “Just rest for now, we can talk about it later.”

You didn’t have the energy nor will to argue about it. If he wanted to be chivalrous then who were you to say no?

You slipped under the covers, grateful for their warmth. Yet you felt hesitant to fully lie down, you didn’t want to close your eyes and have more of those weird dreams.

“Something wrong?” Loki asked, not looking up from the book he had opened.

You wanted to tell him, you’d thought it would be a good idea, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to tell the whole truth, “I've just been having weird dreams when I sleep or pass out, I’m sure it’s nothing but they’re really vivid.”

He looked up from his book, a carefully controlled look on his face, “What are these dreams about?”

“Um,” You panicked, how were you supposed to tell him they were about you both? “Just… stuff.”

Wow, good lie, he definitely bought that.

“I’ll be right here to make sure that scary stuff doesn’t get you.”

That was part of the problem, but there was no way to tell him without revealing the whole truth.

“My saviour.” You said with a small giggle, watching as he unconsciously pushed out his chest, a pleased smile on his face. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and snuggled in underneath the covers, rolling over so you were facing away from him.

“Goodnight, Princess.” He murmured fondly, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You yawned, “Goodnight, Prince.”

You heard the clattering of a book on the ground but thought nothing of it, your mind was already washing you away from the present and deep into a wonderfully dreamless sleep.

If you woke up a few times to find Loki staring longingly in your direction from his makeshift bed on the couch, you decided to ignore it.

* * *

You slept through the night without any dreams or visions. You felt more well rested than you had yet, and any soreness that had lingered the day before had vanished.

After a light breakfast of toast with some odd but tasty bright green jam that reminded you of kiwis, you decided it was time to barrage Loki with more questions.

You crossed your legs and placed your hands on your lap. You were once again sat on opposite sides of the couch, the dishes cleaning themselves, and a toasty fire in the oven warming the bunker.

“So you’re an alien who is stuck on this planet a very long way away from Earth. You found me in the weird coloured woods, and I can’t go outside because of the big monster.” You recapped.

“I’m an Asgardian, not a common ‘alien’ as you so crassly put it,” He insisted, “But yes, the rest is more or less correct.”

“You never did tell me how you got here. Did your spaceship crash?”

“No, my spaceship didn’t crash,” He looked at you like you’d asked a ridiculous question. Maybe you had, you had no idea what alien culture was like. It could be taboo to ask about his spaceship. “I was sent here by my brother.”

“Thor, another Asgardian.” You attempted to put the pieces together.

Loki nodded, “He’s rather busy with his duties to the Throne, but he stops by every decade or so.”

You looked Loki up and down, if Thor stopped by every decade, how old was this guy? Though you suppose if you believed that he truly was Loki, the God of Mischief, he would have to be at least many hundreds of years old.

He winked at you, seeming to sense what you were thinking, “I’m older than I look.”

You furrowed your brow, “So you want me to think that someone who looks like you could be what, two hundred or two thousand years old?”

A coy smile lit up his face and you instantly regretted your words, “Someone who looks like me?”

Your face heated up, “You know,” You gestured vaguely to his face and body, “Someone who looks… young?”

By that self-satisfied smirk adorning his face, it was clear he knew what you were actually thinking and he would use that to over-inflate his ego, more so than it already was. Perfect.

“How could I have gotten here?” You moved on from another one of the many embarrassing moments you’d had so far.

“Likely some sort of portal.” He said nonchalantly.

“And that just happens to humans while they mind their business on Earth?”

He shrugged, “Sometimes.”

You groaned, sinking into the couch and rubbing your eyes.

“It seems like you may be feeling… overwhelmed?” He was trying to be empathetic and you appreciated the effort. Yet the way he said the word ‘overwhelmed’ made you wonder if he had ever experienced anything similar, or at least the concept of being overwhelmed about space and aliens was foreign to him. You had a feeling empathy wasn’t his strong suit.

“I’ll be fine,” You brushed off his concern. Yes, it was a lot to deal with, but you didn’t have any other choice than to deal with it, “I just need to process in smaller quantities I think.”

He hummed in agreement and looked to the bookcase behind him, “Perhaps you would like to process while enjoying some Midgardian literature that Thor acquired for me on his last visit. It isn’t exactly to my tastes, but you may enjoy them.” The disdain dripped off his tongue and made you all the more curious to know what books were there. Your best guess was some fantasy book with a magic system he thought wasn’t as good as his.

You hadn’t seen any English books when you had quickly examined the bookshelf, but you were curious to see if there were any that you’d recognize, “Sure, that would be great.”

A distraction would be good for you, something to settle you while you let your brain recover. You thought sleep would be enough. You had been incorrect.

He got up to pull a few books off the shelf before reaching to the second layer of books that you hadn’t realized was back there and pulling out three very dusty hardback books. They were missing the sleeves but the titles were all, thankfully, in English. They consisted of what appeared to be fantasy books you, unfortunately, did not recognize:

Late Night in the Graveyard.

The Wizard’s Enchanted Staff.

The Witch’s Touch.

“Is this what you normally do with your free time?” You asked, taking the books from him, and sitting with your back against the armrest and your knees tucked up so you could face him, “Read books and cook?”

He grinned, “Magic does come in handy so I don’t have to do the more mundane chores, but hunting and gathering are also an important part of my stay here.”

That made sense, but also sounded dreadfully boring. You’d have to come up with something to do, maybe you’d get lucky and he’d have a deck of cards hidden somewhere.

Loki took a book of his own, in a language you were sure wasn’t Earthen. It almost seemed to swirl and dance around the page, like it was constantly shifting, challenging the reader to follow along.

Noticing your bewildered expression, Loki explained, “It’s All-Speak, not something a mortal could comprehend.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” You smirked, your eyes glinting as you found something else that may entertain you until you could get out of this place.

“An impossible one,” The cocky look in his eyes made you want to try all the more.

“We’ll see.”

He huffed a laugh, and you let him enjoy his book.

You picked up the first book on the top of the stack, The Wizard’s Enchanted Staff. The backing groaned as you opened it and you coughed as the dust flew off and into your nose. Once you’d recovered, pointedly not looking at your companion who you were sure found that rather amusing, you opened the book to the first chapter, skipping past all the credits and forewords like you usually did. You’d probably check them later, for now, you just wanted to dive into the simplicity of reading a story.

The story started out interesting enough; there was a princess trapped in a tower by a witch jealous of her incredible beauty; a classic trope. She was lonely in her tower and missed her fiancé back in her kingdom. It had been years since she had been taken, and the witch rarely came to see her, opting for using magic to deliver her food which slowly sapped the princess’s strength.

One day, she noticed a bricked-up portion on the wall of her tiny bedroom that had been hidden beside her bed and spent the next week chiseling away at it with a spoon she had stolen from the witch. She was eventually able to reach in and pull out this incredibly detailed golden staff with a powerful magical aura. She thought that if she could harness it she could use it to escape, yet she couldn’t figure out how to use it. That night while she lay awake in her bed, the silky voice of an unknown man came from the staff, beckoning her to use it for… Not what you had expected.

You shut the book as fast as you could. You’d read a few books of similar nature in your time, but there was no way you would read a smut book while sitting beside this alien prince who had a knack for making you blush already without the porn.

Said aggravating alien raised an eyebrow at you, “Done already, Princess?”

That cheeky little bugger, “No, I just don’t think it was for me.”

You tried your best to plaster on an innocent smile and will your blush to go away, but there was no way he didn’t know what you had just read. Especially after he called you Princess and he himself was a sort of wizard… No, don’t let your mind go there.

Thankfully, he went back to his reading.

The Witch’s Touch had to be better, you told yourself. They could be talking about her magic touch, maybe she makes a lot of potions and pets a lot of cats, or whatever it is that witches do.

It was about her magic touch, but not exactly what you had been thinking. It wasn’t how she used her magic to create cool potions and magical objects, it was about her magic touch in the bedroom.

You’d made it fewer chapters than the previous one. You huffed in irritation and pretended not to hear Loki’s stifled chuckle.

You picked up the last book, Late Night in The Graveyard. You weren’t hopeful, and it was a good thing you weren’t. It wasn’t any less smutty than the previous two.

You tossed the book at him, narrowing your eyes as he caught it before it could smack him in the chest.

“What the Hell, Loki, those are all porn books!”

He looked so pleased with himself that it made you want to throw another book at his smug little face.

“I won’t judge your chosen type of entertainment.”

You spluttered, “I didn’t choose those, you gave them to me!”

“Semantics.”

You smacked your hand over your face, “I hate you.”

He seemed to inflate even more, “No you don’t.”

You nudged his leg with your foot, “Why did your brother even give you these?”

“He thought it would be funny, I suppose.”

You snorted and picked up The Witch’s Touch. Somewhere in some deep part of your brain, you knew it was odd that a near stranger had decided to prank you with porn books, but you also knew he hadn’t done it to be creepy or make you feel bad. If he was telling the truth about who he was, and the magic seemed a good indicator that he was, then he was the God of Mischief, you should have expected a prank or two to be played. It was better than arguing, even if slightly annoying.

You opened to the acknowledgments, not surprised to see the author had dedicated it to her wife. But the smile dropped off your face and your hearing turned fuzzy as you saw the copyright page.

It was copyrighted for the year 2052.

“It seems you didn’t hate it after all.” You didn’t register Loki’s words, nor his leg tense against your foot as he realized what you were looking at.

“I-I don’t understand.” You stuttered. Your brain felt like a blender that had just had a fist full of stones tossed in, “2052, how is it 2052?”

“It isn’t 2052.” Loki said, hesitating before adding, “If my math is correct, which it always is, it is early 2084.”

A/N: Another piece of the puzzle and some porn books, the perfect combo 👀

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