#have you considered Loki is generally just angst

[anundyingfidelity]

FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS – Loki x female reader

Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.

Word count: 3.9k.

Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.

Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!

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It's harder to stay...

Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.

The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.

Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.

"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.

Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"

The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.

"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.

"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.

"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.

During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.

"So it's personal..."

"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.

"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."

"I won't."

2029, Sacred Timeline

When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.

But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.

You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.

At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.

Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.

He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.

So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.

Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.

The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.

"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.

You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.

"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.

All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."

"Loki, I saw you die..."

Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.

"I know you did, my love."

You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.

And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.

"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"

Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.

"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."

"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."

"What?" you mumbled.

Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?

"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.

Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"

He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."

You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.

"Your death was supposed to be then?"

"Yes, it was."

"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.

Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.

Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.

"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"

"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.

You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."

Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"

"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."

"Or you could do both."

"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, Loki."

"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."

You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."

Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.

You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.

"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."

He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."

"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."

"No,I can't-"

"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."

Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.

"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."

And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."

Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.

When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.

"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.

Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."

His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.

You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."

"Thank you, love."

Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.

"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.

"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.

So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.

Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.

"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.

"I love you too."

Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.

The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.

So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.

He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.

Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.

At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.

"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."

"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.

"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.

"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.

"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."

And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.

You were right. Mobius was a good friend.

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[lokiforever]

🖤Love in the dark 🖤

Mafia! Loki x Reader

A/N: Hello, my darlings. This the first chapter of a new series. This one is more of a intro/story-building chapter. But I suggest you to read it before starting the series. I will start with the series next month.

Summary : After Loki was banished from Asgard he landed at some place in midgard. Now that he didn't have his powers and magic he was just like another mortal. After a few years of struggle and rejection he became a mafia boss. A billionaire. Yes, he was a trader ...but of lives. His heart didn't feel much emotions now.Can a girl whom he met accidentally be his remedy ? Will she be able to break the wall he had built around his heart? Will she be able to bring light in his dark world?...

Warnings: a slight bit of angst, mentions of blood. VERY Short chapter.

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How They Met

He pulled into a driveway of a club. As he stepped out and strode forward someone ran into him "Watch where-" he wanted to snap at the person but stopped as he looked into those eyes. He saw fear in them. Normally, he wouldn't actually mind if the person feared him, as they should. But the fear he saw in those eyes was not because of him.

Before he could ask the reason for their fear he saw two men running towards him. "Sir, hand her over to us." one of them said. "And why exactly do you think I would do that ?" he said in his smooth velvety voice. "Cuz if you don't-" he pulled out a knife and the other guy pulled out a gun and pointed it towards him and the person who ran into him. "Oh, that's what we are doing now. Don't you think knives are a bit out of fashion?" he let out a seemingly dark chuckle and turned towards the girl "Get in the car. Now. Rolls-Royce. Black." He said giving the keys to her.

One has to be completely crazy to handover his car keys, that too a luxury one to a stranger....yet here he was...He himself didn't know why he was doing what he was doing.

She took the keys and ran towards car after giving him a court nod.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" said one of the goons. The answer he gave was ......a punch. Right in the goon's face. The other one flew a punch at him but he grabbed his hand in the air and twisted it.

~~~°~~~

You were running for dear life. Running from those men- no- monsters. They were monsters. Accidentally you bumped into a man, he was tall and was wearing a black attire. Before you could say anything or apologise, two of those men/ monsters came running behind you.

You thought that it was finally the end. No where left to run. But then the man wearing the black attire gave you his car keys, "Get in the car. Now. Rolls-Royce. Black" he said .

You must be an utter idiot to jump in a stranger's car... yet a part in you believed in him. So.....you did what he said. The last sound you heard before entering the sound proof car was a gunshot.

~~~°~~~

"You should consider yourself lucky that I feel generous enough to spare your lives today" he snapped towards the goons one of who's leg now had a bullet in it. They ran. Like rats.

He was now walking towards his car and as he opened the gate he found the girl had fainted ( or dozed off). As he looked at her, she was looking weak and had bruises at several parts of her body. He gently shook the girl and she stirred and woke up. (Ok, so she dozed off)

She let out a small yelp as she saw him. "Hey, hey don't worry you're safe."he assured her. "What's your name?" he asked her "Y/N" "A name suiting a gorgeous being like you" he replied making you blush. As you looked at him you saw that he had a cut on his forearm "You are injured!" you exclaimed. He let out a small chuckle and said "Don't worry, it's just a cut" "It's not 'just a cut' it's an injury. Let me see it" you protested. "You think you can check it? You're not a doctor, Y/N" "I am. I'm a trainee doctor and I 'can' address such injuries" you replied. "Oh, it seems like I've helped someone useful" he said and removed his shirt from that side. "Um...ok, it's not that deep but it'll still take a few stitches. The blood flow is also not too high....Do you have a handkerchief?" He nodded and handed it to you a dark green silk handkerchief, you tied it on the wound and looked up, only to find him looking at you intently. "Uh...umm... it'll um.. work for now" you stuttered out. "Thank you, Y/N" he said

"Why were those guys after you?" he asked when you both had covered a certain distance after he started driving. "They kidnapped me and wanted to sell me to someone" you replied. "Where do you live?" he further inquired "Not in this country." "I'm taking you at my home for now. Your lfe is still at risk." he said "Thank you so much-" "Loki" he completed. "Thank you so much, Loki"

You were extremely weak as you were literally kept hostage for about a month and to be completely honest you were a bit scared, even from Loki.....he saved you, yes. But you didn't know him even the tiniest bit and yet going with him seemed the safest thing to do. Where else would you go at this time of the night?

"Loki, stop at a hospital. You must get the stitches." you said "It's okay. I don't need it." " Yes, you do. If you don't want to go to the hospital, just arrange me a medical kit, I'll do it" "That's better." he replied.

Once you reached his home .....it was a mansion. Several luxury cars were standing in his personal driveway. He got out first and then held the door open for you to follow.

There was seemingly no one else in that big mansion. He led you towards the living room and made you sit on the couch. " Water?" he asked "Yes, please" he called someone through the telephone - "Bring me two glasses of cold water in the living room" he said- no- ordered.

No five minutes later, a guy came with two glasses of water. He placed the glasses on the table and turned towards Loki, "Anything else, sir?" the boy inquired. "You can go" the boy bowed a little and exited the room.

*phone rings*

Loki picks up the phone and answers..

Hello?

What? Fuck it! You are of no fucking use. Hold on, I'm coming.

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[villainousshakespeare]

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 27

“Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking, memory loss.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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Eir was an imposing looking woman. Easily over six feet tall and crowned with a cap of snow white hair over steel grey eyebrows, she looked more like a general than a healer and tended to run her medical team accordingly. Loki had always had a great deal of respect for her, but he also found himself unaccountably ill at ease in her presence.

They were seated in his mother's study having gathered to discuss, much to his irritation, Loki's condition. Eir was the last to arrive, entering with the air of one barely humoring her inferiors. This look was lessened slightly as she nodded deferentially to Frigga but returned in double intensity as her eyes swung to Loki and Caroline.

"Thank you, gracious Eir, for agreeing to meet with us at this late hour," Frigga said, indicating a high-backed chair similar to the one in which she sat.

"When the AllMother calls, it is our duty to answer," she replied, sitting bolt straight in the chair, back not touching the carved wood. "The young Prince looks to be healing nicely from his wounds. I sense no lasting cellular deterioration beyond the elasticity which he always has possessed."

Her words were clipped, spoken in a deep, resonant voice. It was all Loki could do to keep himself from slipping back into the posture of the boy saw him as, slouching down to draw less attention to himself. To say the healing goddess had intimidated Loki, Thor, and their friends would hardly be stretching the truth.

"Indeed, his injury seems to be well on the mend," Frigga smiled.

"Pardon me, dear ladies. Do you think you might consider talking to me? I am in the room after all,” Loki asked with a look of false courtesy plastered on his face. His self respect, after all, would not allow them to completely send him scurrying back to the school room.

"Loki, behave yourself," Frigga chastised him gently, causing his eyes to roll.

"You see, they treat me as a child," he complained to Caroline who gave him a small smile of commiseration.

"That is what you are, comparatively," Eir said, though no intended offense was detectible in her voice. "I had lived two lives before you were even born."

"I must be an infant then," Caroline said weakly.

It was a valiant attempt, and he admired her for finding her voice among such imposing women, but Eir was ancient even by Asgardian standards.

"Less than that," the healer turned her ice grey eyes on Caroline. "You are the blink of an eye, a wave on the shore. Here now, but soon gone with barely a trace to show you existed at all."

Sitting close to her on the sofa, Loki could not help but feel the wince that Caroline tried to hide from the room. Knowing what a slap that sentence would be, squeezed her hand in support. To Hel with Eir and her superior manner. Caroline deserved better.

"Dr. Thorpe has made more of an impact on me in the past month than all the population of the Citadel of Asgard did in my entire life," Loki defended Caroline, glaring at the woman who had saved his life.

"Has she? May I ask in what way? I am curious about the lasting effects of Midgardian exposure."

To left, Caroline smothered a laugh. Alarmed at first that something was wrong with her - a reaction to all of stress he had put her through would not be out of place - he belated realized with surprise that her humor was genuine. Something clicked inside Loki's brain. Caroline had looked at Eir, a Goddess who terrified most of Asgard, and realized the truth of her. The woman was not trying to be rude or offensive, not a bit. She simply looked at the world in through a scientific lens rather than an emotional one. Eir was legitimately intrigued by their connection. She would probably like to take Loki and Caroline's clasped hands and study them under a microscope.

"Well, young prince?" Eir prodded again. "What changes did the Midgardian girl make on you?"

"Well, that is just the problem," Loki sighed with a rueful smile. "I don't seem to remember."

"The spell we wove, clouding the disruptive memories," Frigga jumped in to explain. "It seems we obscured more than we intended."

"Ah. I see. The brain is a complicated piece of machinery, and we were pressed for time, if you recall. Had he woken up again and continued to fight his recovery, he may not have had enough energy left to heal."

"I do recall," Frigga's voice trembled a bit at the memory. "I am not reprimanding you, or myself, Eir."

"I should hope not. How much time has he lost?"

"A year or more," Loki answered for himself, the barest trace of annoyance in his tone, even though Eir looked at his mother. "I have no firm recollection of anything between Thor's would-be coronation and waking up in the infirmary."

"Well, a year is hardly so great a matter. It may come back eventually. Or not. It is difficult to say."

"It was a rather significant year," Frigga put a slight emphasis on her words that added to Loki's misgivings.

"Meeting a Midgardian woman hardly seems significant to me."

"And your opinion of it seems even less so to me," Loki snarled. Quirk of nature or not, he would not allow anyone to disrespect Caroline.

"Loki," Frigga admonished with a glance. "As much as I am sure Dr. Thorpe was important to my son, there were other things that transpired that may hold more wide scale significance."

Ah yes, the mysterious other things. Loki stole looks at his mother and the healer under lowered lids. What was it that had them all so on edge? He knew from what Thor and his idiot friends had let slip that he had committed some errors in judgement in regard to Midgard, but instinct told him that this was not the extent of his actions. Torture had been alluded to, as well as some sort of break down. The more he heard of his lost year, the more anxious it made him.

"Frigga, have you seen Thor? Ah, Eir, what brings you here this time of night?"

The door to the study slammed open and a man strode in. Considering he had entered without so much as a knock or a by your leave, there was only one person this could be. Not that Loki needed to know that to recognize his father.

Odin was huge, not just in stature, but in presence. Burly in a similar manner to Thor, if perhaps not in such dramatically fit shape, his presence made the room feel as though it had shrunk to half the size. His hair was mixture of white and grey, with a few dark strands showing the color it once had been. One eye hid behind a golden eyepatch, permanently affixed to his face, but the other shrewd orb seemed to hold a stormy sky tossing in its depths. A similar storm surrounded him, it always seemed to Loki. He radiated an energy that pulsed through the room, commanding all attention rest immediately on him.

"AllFather," Eir greeted Odin, nodding from where she sat. Even she sounded deferential when she spoke to Odin.

"My queen is not unwell, I trust?" Odin's eyes flicked from Eir to Frigga, concern clouding them.

"I am fine," Frigga brushed off his worry. "We are discussing Loki."

"Good evening, Father," Loki stood to acknowledge his sire, bringing Caroline to her feet with him as he was not about to drop her hand now.

"What has he done now?" Odin demanded. "You are awake, I see."

"I am. Your well wishes are much appreciated," Loki couldn't resist from adding in the last words.

"Loki has not done anything," Frigga told her irritable spouse.

"Well, there is a first time for everything," Odin said with a hard look at Loki.

"You are not being fair, father," he said with the merest hint of a smirk. "At least half of the time it was Thor's fault."

"SILENCE!" Odin shouted, causing Caroline to let out a squeak she would be relieved to know only he could hear. "Now, would someone tell me what I walked in on?"

"Loki has lost some of his memories," Frigga said, shooting Loki a look when he opened his own mouth. "It is a side effect from the spell Eir and I wove on him."

"The Princeling is missing approximately a year of time," Eir added.

"Considering how he spent that year, I would think that would be all to the better," Odin opined, making him even more uneasy about his deeds. "If he is truly innocent, or at least not culpable for his actions as you claim, then it is better to let the unpleasantness lie in the past and hope we all forget it."

"That is the worst thing you could possibly do!"

Loki heard the words ring out in Caroline's clear voice. If he could have jumped in front of her and stuffed them back in he would have. Odin's eye, dark with anger at being gainsaid, swung to pin her to the carpet like a bug in one of Eir's experiments.

"And who is this person who dares contradict me in my own palace?"

"A Midgardian woman the Prince has befriended," Eir was the first to answer in a voice that said she was impervious to the tension crackling in the room. "He claims she is important for some reason, though I have yet to discover how."

"Caroline is my consort," Loki said boldly, puffing out his chest and hoping he sounded confident.

"A Midgardian woman? Consort to a Prince of Asgard? Don't be absurd. Call one of the guards and have her escorted to a room in the servants' quarters at once. We can send her home on the morrow."

"If Caroline goes, I go," Loki was angry now, and used it find the confidence he had never had to stand up to his father head on. "I am in love with her."

"He is obviously more disturbed in the head than you led me to believe," Odin said to Frigga.

"Dr. Caroline is a brave woman who saved Loki's life. Thor told me all about it today when we went to retrieve her. Perhaps we should hear her out." Frigga defended her, surprising Loki himself with the revelation. How had Caroline managed to do that? What other secrets did this wonderful woman hold?

"Regardless, she knows nothing of these matters. Her opinion is irrelevant."

"On the contrary," Caroline countered, taking a step forward. "I know a great deal. Loki and I have spoken at length, before he lost his memories, about what he was put through. I would go as far as to say that at this moment I know more about the situation than anyone alive. What's more, I have made the study and aid of trauma victims my life's work."

Loki stared at Caroline with love and admiration as she locked eyes, or eye, with his domineering father. Few even among the other Gods would dare to stand up to the AllFather when he was in a temper, and here was a diminutive mortal doing just that. He was immensely proud of her.

"Your life's work," Odin mocked. "A child on Asgard would have studied longer."

"Yes, we have already been through the disparaging of my age," she said. "I admit that my life is short by comparison, but I believe in this one matter if nothing else my expertise should be respected."

"You talk of respect - "

"Father - "

"My love," Frigga cut through Odin's next growl and Loki's protestation. "I believe we should listen to her. Just hear her out. After all, what harm could it do? If she fails to convince us, we have lost nothing. On the other hand, if it could harm Loki or anyone else to keep his memories buried, better to find out how and deal with the problem."

Loki held his breath, waiting to see if Frigga's calm and common sense would carry the day over her husband's pride. Sometimes it did, but not always by a long shot.

"Very well," Odin agreed at last. "We will here this person out. But I warn you, my decision will be final."

"Of course," Frigga assuaged him.

Loki didn't say that regardless of what Odin decided he would stop at nothing to recover his memories, but he was fairly certain everyone in the room knew it to be true. He bit his tongue instead as his parents seated themselves in the highbacked chairs that were not quite thrones.

"Loki, you should wait outside."

Caroline spoke so softly to him that at first he thought he must have misheard her. Surely, she did not expect him to leave her to face his father's wrath without him? Did she thing him such a coward?

"I most certainly will not," he insisted.

"We need to discuss what you have been through," she said practically. "Part of my concern is about the way in which you find out what you are missing. For you to hear it baldly discussed would be particularly cruel."

"I can deal with whatever it is."

"You could, but you shouldn't have to. Please, Loki. You have been torn apart once already by this. There is no need to have it go that way again."

"Dr. Caroline is right, Loki," Frigga echoed.

"Why don't you come into the next room with me, Princeling. I will look into your brain and see if I can determine just where the edges of our spell lie, in case we want to attempt to alter it."

"I do not like this," Loki looked from one of them to the next, eyes landing last on Carolines.

"I promise she will be fine, Loki," his mother assured him. "I will look after her."

"I am not a damsel in need of rescuing, Loki. This is my job. Please, let me do it."

"I will be just next door," he said reluctantly.

"I am hardly going to harm the girl," Odin grumbled.

Ignoring his father, Loki searched Caroline's eyes one last time before sighing in defeat. She was right. If he had really shared his story with her, she was the best equipped to decide what to do. He just wished he could spare her the unpleasantness of a confrontation with his father. Leaning down, he gave her a long, lingering kiss. He had meant it as a show of loyalty for the others in the room, but the moment his lips met hers he forgot them.

"Come along boy, you have made your point," Eir interrupted.

"Call out if you need."

As Caroline nodded, eyes slightly glassy, Loki reluctantly allowed Eir to lead him from the room.

***

Caroline's father had warned her that someday her need to ease the emotional pain of others despite the circumstances would land her in hot water over her head. Well, it didn't get much hotter than where she was now.

The departure of Loki and Eir had left her alone in a room on an alien planet (that she wasn't even sure actually was a planet) with her lover's parents, beings of immense powers who had inspired the gods of ancient Earth societies. It was all a little daunting to say the least.

"Very well," Odin grumbled, pinning her to the spot with his one eye. "Let's get this over with. You will tell us everything that Loki said to you, leaving not out a word out."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I cannot do that," she replied automatically, taken aback by the brusque request.

"I do not understand," the God glared at her. "I thought that was the reason we were allowing you to remain."

"Perhaps you can explain what you mean, Dr. Caroline," Frigga suggested with an encouraging smile.

"Loki is - was my patient," she tried to keep her voice professional. "As such, some of the details of what we spoke about are confidential. Ethics will not permit me to share them with anyone."

"Your ethics are of no concern to me. We are dealing with the safety of whole realms."

"They may not concern you, your Majesty, but they are of great concern to me," Caroline shot back, before taking a deep breath. "I cannot tell you word for word what Loki said, but I can discuss matters in general."

"Go on," Frigga said, as her husband just glowered. "Though some of it I have pieced together. He was tortured?"

"He was. For months on end. I do not know, and I do not wish to know, all of the ways in which he was tormented, but I do know that included mental and emotional torture as well as the physical. Loki was broken down bit by bit by someone who knew exactly how turn someone's mind, a creature he referred to as The Other, in service of Thanos."

"The Mad Titan!" Odin seemed interested now. "He was involved in all of this?"

"He was," she nodded. "His children abducted Loki and he used The Other, with the help of one of the Infinity Stones, to bend Loki to his will."

"The Mind Stone," Frigga said. "Thor told us it was in the scepter Loki used in his invasion."

"The invasion was guided by Thanos through the Mind Stone," Caroline went on. "I believe Loki was fighting against it as much as he could."

"I did wonder how one I trained could be so clumsy," Odin said grudgingly. "The Mind Stone is a powerful tool."

"I have had some small experience with it. Nothing compared to what Loki endured, I was only possessed for a matter of minutes, but it was the worst thing I have ever experienced."

"You were possessed by the stone and survived with your mind intact?" Odin sounded marginally impressed.

"Only thanks to Loki. He had prepared me for what might happen, and when I could not prevent it he sacrificed himself for me. That is how he came to be injured."

She couldn't quite bring herself to confess to Loki's disapproving father that he had sacrificed himself by jumping in front of a gun and allowing her to shoot him. He already had reasons enough to dislike her.

"If what you say is true, then perhaps Loki is not to be blamed for the battle on Midgard. While I am disappointed that he would be careless enough as to fall prey to the Mad Titan, once subjected to the Mind Stone even Thor might have difficulty resisting its urges."

Caroline almost bit a hole in her tongue at that. Thor was physically strong, but compared to Loki his mind was that of a child. He would have been easy pickings for the jewel.

"I did not think the details we heard of the invasion sounded like our son," Frigga agreed with Odin, tactfully ignoring the second part of his statement.

"I still do not see the current difficulty," Odin said. "You claim to care about Loki; why would you wish him to have to remember the pain and torment you say he endured?"

"If it was only the torture and invasion he had forgotten, I might agree with you," Caroline struggled not to take offence. "But we all know there was more. The memory loss goes back further, to the day of Thor's coronation."

"What of it?" Odin crossed his arms across his chest, in a gesture Caroline had seen Loki mirror many times before.

"Loki has forgotten he is Jotun," Caroline said baldly, deciding the best way was to rip off the band aid.

"He told you, did he?" Odin's words were laced with contempt.

"He did. But even had he not, it was in his SHIELD folder that I was given at the start of our sessions. Thor apparently informed his fellow Avengers when they were attempting to form a defense plan against him."

"Damnation!" Odin growled, banging his fist on the arm of the chair.

"The secret is out, your Majesty. Earth knows. From what I have gathered, many people on Asgard know. The lie of him being your son is no more."

"He is my son!" Odin shouted, face turning red.

"Then perhaps you should have treated him as such!" Caroline snapped back.

He was an innocent, and brilliant, and longing for love and you treated him like a possession. You never thought to look at the potential locked within and find a way to help it to bloom. You took him into your home and your family, you should not have done that if you were not willing to open your heart to him as well. The words screamed in her head unspoken, but she was sure her face said them all.

"How dare you!"

"Odin, please!" Frigga placed her hand on his arm. "Caroline, despite what you may believe, we raised Loki as our child."

"But he was not born your child," she replied, getting a handle on her emotions, "and he found this out in the worst way possible. There was no one for him to talk to about it. Thor was gone, his father was incapacitated, and you were tending to him. Loki's entire world was broken, and he had to deal with it all alone."

"I admit, the timing was not ideal," his mother said in an extreme understatement.

"That knowledge is still there, somewhere in his psyche. He may not be consciously aware of it, but on some level Loki knows. On some level, he probably has always known. It was difficult, but I was finally beginning to convince him that this truth did not make him a monster, condemned to be alone and hated."

"Thank you," Frigga said simply.

"It was my pleasure. I would have done as much for anyone, but Loki is special."

"He is."

"If we keep this knowledge from him, particularly when everyone else is beginning to know, I worry what will happen this time when he finds out. All of the work we have done to get him over the worst of his self-hatred will have been for nothing. The last time he learned of his true origins, he descended into an identity crisis that led to an attempt on his own life followed by the lives of millions. Don't put him and those around him in that danger again."

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Flattery Gets You Nowhere - Loki Odinson X Female (Strange) Reader

Title: Flattery Gets You Nowhere

Loki Odinson X Female (Strange) Reader

Additional Characters: Steve, Natasha, Tony, the Receptionist (Becka) (OC), Taxi driver (Mentioned), Bucky (Mentioned), Peter (Mentioned), Bruce (Mentioned), Clint (Mentioned), Thor (Mentioned), Dr. Strange, and Dr. Strange's cape :)

Requested by @doctoriletyougotogalaxy!

WC: 2,482

Warnings: Jealousy mentioned, this isn't really an x reader, Tony's nicknames, Loki's nicknames, Loki's flirting, protective Strange, Reader can stand up for herself, flirting, anxiety, nervousness, blood mentioned by not really, death mentioned, alcohol mentioned, murder mentioned, slight angst, and family fluff

You thought going on vacation was going to be fun. Getting away from your job for a while and getting to see your older brother, sounds pretty fun to you. Especially since you were going to be staying at the Avenger's Tower for the next three weeks. You, among the Avengers, it was like a dream come true. When you found out that your brother had become one of them, sort of, you had to admit that you were a bit jealous at first, but you realized that it was probably better not to be someone like the Avengers, with the powers and all that. Your life was nice, daresay normal. You had a great, well-paying job, a pet or two, and even a few friends, but it was nice to get away for a while.

Getting out of the taxi, you grabbed your suitcase from the truck and quickly paid your driver, who had non stop asked for your Instagram, before staring up at the amazing tower in front of you. Your heart was beating heavily in your chest, growing a bit nervous at the thought of meeting the other Avengers. The only one that you had already met was Tony, and he was... Alright, to say the least. 

Entering the tower, you went straight to the receptionist behind the desk, giving her a smile which she returned. "Do you have an appointment?" She then asked but before you could speak, you heard your name.

"Y/N! Hey, sugar-pie honey bunch!" Tony exclaimed loudly, the elevator door closing behind him as he walked over to you with a bright cocky smile. He sauntered over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "Sorry, Becka, she's with me." He spoke to the receptionist, before leading you back to the elevators he exited from. Pressing the button, Tony turned to look down at you as you waited, "So, how was the trip? Fun?" He asked as the elevator and the two of you entered.

"It was alright, the taxi driver was a bit rude but other than that, the trip was fun." You answered as Tony raised an eyebrow.

"He was rude? Say no more, consider him fired." Tony waved a hand as the elevator continued going up and up.

You looked up at him confused, raising your own eyebrow, "Fired? But you don't-"

"Ah, here we are!" Tony interrupted as the elevator doors opened, revealing a large room, with a few Avengers inside. "Some of the team are here to welcome you, and I, the amazing Tony Stark, am throwing you a party this weekend, you'll love it." Tony finished, leading you into the room where the Avengers turned to you.

This wasn't intimidating at all…

You knew some of the members in the room, having seen them on tv, or just knowing about them in general, but when they smiled and nodded politely to you, you felt yourself ease up a bit. 

"Team, this is Y/N Strange. The Wizard's kid sister." Tony introduced you to the team, who seemed friendly enough. "Y/N, this Capsicle, Point Break, Legolas, Green Bean, Underoos, Manchurian Canidate-"

Alright, Tony, I don't think that's helping." A man that you knew as Captain America said, walking over before his blue eyes landed on you, "Nice to meet you, Y/N," Steve said warmly, offering you his hand. You took it happily and gave him a handshake, "Steve Rogers. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"It's a pleasure too, sir." You replied, only to have Steve shake his head with a small awkward laugh.

"Please, call me, Steve."

For the next couple of minutes, the team one by one came over to introduce themselves to you, and you couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed but relieved that they were all pretty pleasant toward you. After the introductions and greetings finished, you looked around the room, noticing a tall man with long shoulder-length, black hair standing, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed; a smirk on his face. He was just watching you, making you feel a bit uneasy. He pushed off the wall, walking over to stand next to Thor, oh, you thought, that's Loki. Your eyes narrowed as he wandered over offering his hand out to you.

"Loki, Son of Odin, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Strange." He stated, looking at you with those icy green eyes.

"Call me Y/N." You responded, taking his hand to shake, only for him to raise your hand to his lips, keeping eye contact as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

Tony coughed loudly before breaking the tension, "Okay, Reindeer Games, that's enough," He said, only for your brother to finally arrive. 

Stephan entered the room, stopping when he saw Loki holding your hand; rage overtook him and he quickly marched his way over. Staring darkly at Loki, Stephan pulled you backward, pulling you out of Loki's clutches, Loki's smirk never falling. "Stay away from my sister, Loki." He spoke, and you smiled, finally seeing your brother after a year.

"I was just saying hello, Strange." Loki jested, as you turned to Stephan, ignoring the Frost Giant.

"Hey, Steph." You greeted him, giving him a hug. He returned your embrace, before letting go and returning to glare at the Prince of Asgard.

"Stay away." He finished, gritting his teeth as you placed a hand on his arm.

"It's fine, Steph, can you just show me my room?" You asked and Loki quickly spoke up.

"I can show you-" Only for you to turn and interrupt him with your own matching glare. 

"No." You pointed a finger at him, "I want my brother, that I haven't seen in a year, to show me to my room, your highness." You finished with a hiss, as Loki just gazed down at you, amused.

"Feisty."

You scoffed, ignored him, following your brother down the hall to your room, your suitcase being pulled behind you.

~~~

A few days later, you entered the main room of the tower and headed to the kitchen, wiping up some breakfast as you hummed a soft tune. Stopping, you felt another presence behind you, pausing your movements, you turned around, finding Loki staring at you in the doorway. You sighed, rolling your eyes and turning back around, getting back to making your food.

"Ignoring me, darling?" He spoke up, and you clenched the butter knife in your hand, breathing through your nose.

"Don't call me that." You demanded, before going to the coffee maker and starting a fresh brew.

Loki entered the room, leaning up against the counter across from you, "Oh come now, love, I just wanted a chance to talk to you."

"We've talked plenty before, and don't call me 'love' either," You countered, pouring hot coffee into your cup, and stirring in some sugar, "And have you ever noticed how I don't ever want the chance to talk to you? And all you've been doing for the past couple of days I've been here is bothering me." You groaned lightly, growing frustrated as you finished your coffee and took a soft sip.

As said, for the past few days that you have been staying at the Tower, Loki was bothering you nonstop, flirting with you constantly. 'You look ravishing today, darling,' 'you have such beautiful eyes, dearie,' 'you're the most delicious human on the Midgard.' 'I wouldn't mind kissing you, my sweet.' This guy just wouldn't shut up! The only peace that you got was when your brother was around to save you or when you went to bed. You hated being "saved" but no matter what you said, Loki wouldn't stop flirting with you. 

"You know," Loki began, his words trailing off slightly, you let out an inward sigh, closing your eyes as you waited for the next flirtatious remark Loki was going to make, "You are so much more beautiful every time I see you, darling."

You felt your blood bubble as you clenched your fists, but before you could lash out at Loki, you watched your brother enter the room.

"What are you doing? Stay away from my sister, Loki!" Stephen said, glaring at his brother, as Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you like ten thousand times now.”

"Calm down, Strange. I'm not bothering her. Just trying to have a conversation." Loki responded, crossing his arms, smirking playfully at Stephen, "Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You glared at Loki. 'Oh yeah, as if you weren't just being a nuisance,' You thought angrily as Stephan led you out of the room. Once you were in your room, you let out a dramatic sigh, placing your coffee on your bedside table. "He is so... So... Annoying!" You exclaimed, beginning to pace back and forward in your room as Steph watched you, his own arms crossed.

"I know." He said simply.

"He won't stop flirting with me!  I mean... he's always so... so... Ugh!" You whined, rubbing your temples tiredly as Stephan snorted.

"He is quite... Ugh." Stephan responded, shrugging slightly as you stopped pacing. "Look, just ignore him, but if he gets too much, you still have that Sling Ring I gave you, right?"

You frowned, "Yeah, I do." You muttered, sitting down on your bed.

"Just teleport out, or just find me." Stephan suggested, sitting down beside you. “Even tattle-tale him to his brother, I bet Thor wouldn’t mind giving him a talking too if you asked him to.”

"Thank you," You mumbled, looking up at your brother with a small smile, "What what I do without you?"

"Probably die." He joked, causing you to smile wider.

"Right. Well. That's probably true." You started walking out, before stopping once again, turning your head back to glance over at Stephan, "Love you, bro."

"Love you too, little sister." Steph replied, as his cowl slipped off his shoulders and onto yours, cuddling into your cheek in support.

~~~

It was the night of the party Tony was throwing for you, and you were nervous, even though you would know everyone there, it was still a bit stressful. You had on your outfit for the big night, it was something you felt pretty confident in and you loved the color of it, so now, all you had to do was head down to the party. Heading out of your room, you headed down the hall and down the stairs, finding the rest of the team already down there. The team looked up at your entrance, cheering and calling out to you, Thor asking you to join them in lifting the hammer. Which, sadly you couldn’t do, but you had fun trying. The next hour or two was filled with music, talking, some dancing, and playing some games. 

"Thank you, Tones, for throwing this party." You thanked the Iron Man, as you sat down beside your brother and Steve.

"No problem, honey bunch," Tony spoke, taking a sip of his drink.

For the next couple of hours, the party was in full swing, you talking and laughing with some of the Avengers and even dancing with Wanda and Natasha. You were having a lovely time, until when you went to get another drink, Loki wandered over. You tried to ignore him, just wanting to have fun, but when he opened his mouth to speak, you felt your tolerance crumbling.

"You look beautiful tonight, Y/N." He commented casually, earning a glare from you before you huffed, sipping on your drink before replying.

"I appreciate the compliment, Loki, but please leave me alone."

Loki's smirk dropped as he raised an eyebrow, "Is that a request?" He asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"No." You answered flatly, taking another long sip from your glass. "It's a demand." You finished as you sat down the empty glass.

"But I think you'll enjoy what I have to offer," Loki whispered, only for you to sigh, turning to stare at him.

"It's a shame really, you are very handsome... But I don't stand for murderers of almost a hundred innocent people. So, I am going to tell you, one last time, to leave me alone. Hm?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow as Loki stared down at you.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Stephan asked, finding his way to you after finishing his conversation with Bruce and Tony. His eyes pierced daggers at Loki as he stood by your side, keeping a protective eye on you.

You looked away from Loki, giving Stephan a sad smile, "I'm fine." You said quietly as you leaned against your brother. "Loki was just leaving." You added, looking back at Loki.

Loki had just the smallest of smirks on his face as his eyes stared down at yours before he turned on his heel and left. Letting out a breath, you closed your eyes and rested your head against Stephan's shoulder.

"What did he want?" Your brother asked, looking down at you.

"He was just being annoying, as always. But I think that I finally got through that head of his." You murmured softly, smiling softly when Stephan wrapped an arm around your shoulder protectively.

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"I hope you have a safe trip back, Y/N," Steve spoke, giving you a hug as Stephan brought you your suitcase. 

"Thanks, Steve," You replied, wrapping your arms around the Captain and hugging him tightly.

Natasha then swooped in for a hug as well, "It was fun having you, come back soon." She told you.

"Will do, Nat." You smiled, letting go of her.

After saying goodbye to the rest of the team, you glanced at Loki once before quickly grabbing your suitcase and following Stephan to the elevator. 

"I'm glad you visited, little sis." Stephan said, patting your back as he walked.

"Me too." You smiled.

Once inside the elevator, you leaned against the wall as Stephan hit the button for the lobby, "So, are you excited to go home?"

You nodded, "Yeah, especially to sleep in my own bed. Gosh. I miss my bed." You sighed dramatically.

Stephan chuckled slightly before the elevator door dinged open and you and Stephan stepped out, making your way out of the building.

"Well," Stephan spoke, watching as the taxi pulled up to the curb, "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too, Steph. Don’t hesitate to come and visit if you ever want to, my house is your house." You grinned, pulling him into a hug, "Goodbye for now, and thanks again." You told him, pulling away from the hug.

Stephan nodded, waving to you before hopping into the taxi. As the taxi drove away, you let out a sigh as you watched buildings and trees pass by through the window, the scenery outside slowly changing from the city to the rural town.

"Home sweet home." You muttered to yourself with a smile.

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[sylvies-kablooie]

Favorite headcanons about how Loki and Sylvie still see each other and date post finale???? I need some positivity pls

happy to provide!

we see loki use his duplication casting in that fight with brad. he can make convincing doubles of himself that act (seemingly) autonomously. so who is to say he can’t make a duplicate of himself take a shift or two on tree duty while they catch up?

i can imagine that sylvie would have little interest in visiting the citadel again after all of the stuff she went through there, so i’d like to think that loki is the one that shows up at her place- wherever that may be, he’d know because he is seeing everything all the time.

now i don’t know how long a duplication cast could work for- are we talking like a matter of minutes, hours, days, months? but also: who cares? this is sci-fi, baby! if you walk out into the loom without a suit you’re supposed to turn into spaghetti, which our friend loki famously did not do, against all odds.

so i certainly think they could remain in touch, maybe develop a system of rotating seeing each other- it would have to be a well thought out system, as they’d want to make sure no one could roll up at the end of time and fight off Duplicate Loki- but for gods of mischief, coming up with a plan like this should be easy!

you could also choose the angle that tree loki could cast a duplication of himself to go down and visit her, but i don’t like that was much in terms of narrative- i want it to be our real loki interacting with our real sylvie. could be a fun idea to experiment with in headcanons and fic, though!

so yeah. they enjoy doing normal people things together. sylvie is really into showing him her records, which loki enjoys greatly because he is also not very acquainted with earth music (for some reason, though, he IS acquainted with earth poetry, as the finale revealed- perhaps he tells her poems in exchange for her tunes) and does he LIKE her music? that is absolutely up for debate, but he sure does like looking at her enjoying the music. i’d imagine that she considers poetry to be a generally pretentious asgardian waste of time until you get those one or two poems that cut you to the core and then she’s like oh yeah okay. i get it now. you know how poetry can be.

did they roll up at the zaniac premiere just to see brad sweat? well! i’ll leave that up to you! but wouldn’t it be fun to imagine!

i think they would enjoy the mundane together. sharing a meal, swapping stories, getting a drink- of course i’m sure there is time for some action packed fight breaks, but only when needed. and maybe sylvie keeps finding reasons to get into brawls and need his help. hard to say.

so yeah! those are my thoughts on the matter, i hope it helps in some way! it definitely wasn’t the ending i was expecting either, but i think there is room within canon compliance for some shenanigans and hijinks. you could interpret it from a really angsty “he sees everything she’s doing and can’t get involved” angle but imo you need a delicate balance of angst and fun times and i lean more towards fun times personally. after this season i could use some fluff.

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[findyourrp]

🌸 Hello there! I’m Allie! 🌸

This ad is to advertise my blog that I’m sending this ask for! I’m seeking out other RP blogs on here!

A little about me:

I’m 31!

I’ve been RPing in general since I was 11, and on Tumblr since 2012

I consider myself a literate to novella-ish writer!

My page is all OCs! All info on them (and my rules) are linked on my carrd!

Some tropes I love: Found family, romance, slow burn(!!!) , enemies to lovers (!!!), enemies to friends, angst (!!!!)

What I’m seeking:

Anyone 21+ (but preferable for 25+)

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Marvel/DC

Demon Slayer

Stranger Things

Fandomless

I’m not limited to just these fandoms but this is what I’m primarily seeking right now!

Please be aware: My page contains a character who is the son of Loki, and a character who has had a past relationship with Loki in her main verse. I will not force this unless we discuss something prior. I can and will use this character fresh without any pre-established ties, but I am also okay with playing established if you are down for it. The same goes for Thor, who both aforementioned characters have established familialships with.

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[textsfromthetva]

I don't think I've ever seen you post about any of the other projects Loki's been in. How do you feel about his movies? Which one(s) are your favorite?

First off, I'm sorry for letting this sit in my inbox collecting dust for three weeks, considering the fact that it's actually a great question and it caused me to really reflect on my thoughts about Loki in the MCU. Unfortunately, none of those thoughts got to a point where they were worthy of publication on the esteemed tumblr dot com, as I doubted they would pass the savage peer review of much more dedicated fans. They still won't.

Honestly, I'm scared, anon. People probably won't agree. But since you asked so nicely:

Thor - solid tragic backstory established with a certain flair. Loki is by far the most interesting thing about the whole movie. Not that I actually dislike it as a whole, I just don't think it's anything special in the context of the MCU. It's a fish out of water comedy interrupted regularly by a heartbreaking tale of loss of identity, self-hatred, and daddy issues. Which is a... choice? I guess? Kenneth Branagh's love of Shakespearean tragedy really shines through, is all I'm saying. Tom really established his brilliance right out of the gate, so that brings it to a solid 8/10 on my Loki-scale.

The Avengers - now... look. This movie has a lot of flaws. But I love it. I was in my mid-20s okay, I was exposed to it at a weird time in my life and I was obsessed. I watched it three times in cinemas, including once in New York City, while I was there on a study trip with uni. I probably watched it half a dozen times after that. And Loki was so much fun in this! Just the perfect villain for that movie. He was the Moment. I'm not even gonna get into the tragedy of the mind stone's influence fucking with him, Thor not realizing, lack of acknowledgement of the fact that he literally tried to commit suicide two movies ago, or the many implications of past torture by Thanos, I just like watching him be flamboyantly evil and smack people with his cane. The other stuff gives the story depth that I'm not actually sure it actually deserves. Still, 10/10

Thor: The Dark World - we can all agree that this movie is, uh, kinda meh. At least in my opinion. However, I think it's very important in terms of Loki's character development and the development of his relationship with Thor. For that reason alone, I admit to having watched it more than once. Also, he's such a little dramatic bitch in this, it's what we all deserve. 7/10.

Thor: Ragnarok - this is where some people will start throwing rocks at me. I really, really like this movie. I love Taika Waititi, I love his whimsical humour, I love how goddamn silly and lighthearted this thing is compared to The Dark World (and Avengers: Age of Ultron). Fuck grimdark angst, we have bright colours and fun. It just means the few emotional whammies hit all the harder too. I've heard people confidently call this movie a character assassination, in regards to Loki, and I really can't express in words how little I care. He is now Jeff Goldblum's trophy twink. No explanation needed. Let the guy be chaotic for once, he's earned it! 100/10.

Avengers: Infinity War - nope. Dont' wanna talk about it. -10000/10

Loki - well. I'll refer you to this edit of mine:

This show is a general mess on so many fronts, but I still feel such fondness for it. And judging from the number of viewers it got, the world will watch just about anything if it has Loki in it, which, you know, valid. And would I be running a whole damn blog about it if I actively disliked it? No, I would not. 9/10.

There we go. Based on my personal rating, Thor: Ragnarok wins. The trophy twink can't lose.

#asks

[multifandom-worlds]

My Dear General: Chapter 3 - Trained to Kill

Genre: mostly angst with some slight spiciness

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Non-major character deaths, Blood, Fighting, Injuries, Slitting someone's throat

Authors Note: Sorry this chapter took forever to finish! I'm not sure if the quality will be as good as the previous 2 chapters but I'm still happy with it! As always, if I forgot any warnings, I am sorry. Please let me know so I can add them!

Remember that your content consumption is on you

Tags: @holdmytesseract @sarahscribbles @simplyholl @lokisgoodgirl @ladyofthestayingpower @otome-and-fanfiction @buttercupcookies-blog @lokiprompts

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

“Astrid! Please tell me why you got thrown out of the palace for. What did you do to the Emperor?!” Erik questions before lunging at Astrid. She blocks his attack with ease and grace before she returns the attack, making contact with the breastplate. Not hard enough to injure him, but it was definitely noticeable. 

“You would need to defeat me first,” Astrid responds, a smirk decorating her lips. Taking the challenge because he wanted to know how his friend got there, Erik attacked once again, only to be defeated by Astrid. 

Astrid remained one of the most undefeated swordfighters in the army - she had a couple of hundred deaths attributed to her and her alone, a number only dwarfed by the general himself. She was cunning and often fought dirty - she had a Scottish Dirk dagger concealed on her body. During close-quarter fighting, when she lost the upper hand, she would use that to either gain the upper hand once again or finish her enemy.

Having watched the entire duel, Loki laughs aloud, drawing Astrid and Erik's attention. "Valiant effort, Erik.” Loki helps the man to his feet before returning his sword to him. “Keep practicing, and you may be able to beat her eventually.” 

Erik laughs, taking his sword back from Loki before sheathing it. “Thank you, sir, but I would much prefer to stick with less skill, more strength way of doing things. Although I still want to know what she did!”

Astrid rolls her eyes in return, “You’re just saying that because you know you don’t stand a chance against me, Erik. You shouldn’t lie to the General.” Astrid chuckles, sheathing her sword too. “I promise I won’t tell anyone else you lost to a girl. Your dignity and ego are still intact!”

“You are the absolute worst, child; you know that?” Erik groans. Her teasing has become a constant occurrence; although he denies it every time he’s asked, he loves it all the same. He looked to Loki to see if he could get help, being the General’s right-hand man and everything. “Sir, I know you know what happened. Can you please tell me? I want to know what brought a princess into our ranks!” 

Loki ponders for a moment, considering the repercussions he might face from Astrid herself should he reveal what happened. He looks at her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as she reaches for her before speaking, accepting his challenge. “Bring it on, General; the bragging rights alone would be worth it.” 

Astrid attacks first, lunging at Loki, closing the distance between them, and catching Loki momentarily off-guard. He parries her attack, coming in for a counterattack. The two engaged in their duel in almost a choreographed dance-like way, drawing other soldiers' attention in the area. “My my, princess, you certainly have gotten better…” Loki praises before sweeping Astrid’s sword from her grip, the blade landing several metres away. “But you still have a long way to go.”

Unbeknownst to Loki, Astrid had a secret weapon - a Scottish dirk hidden just beneath her pants inside her boots. Slowly, she unfastened the holster, grabbing the hilt and unsheathing it. With his back turned, Astrid attacks, holding her dagger against the older man’s throat. Loki clicked his tongue. “Naughty girl, fighting dirty. Unfortunately for you….” Loki grabs her wrist, squeezing hard enough for her to drop the dagger before effortlessly maneuvering her in front of him, her arm behind her, pressed tightly against his chest, his other hand holding his swords to her neck. “..... two can play that game.” Deep in her ear, he whispers, his hand releasing her arm and dancing down her back until it rests on her hip.

Astrid gulps, heart racing, being so close to Loki, feeling his muscular chest against her back, the cold, sharp steel pressing gently against her throat. “Looks like you lost, Princess,” Loki spoke, removing his sword from her throat. “I believe that means you must tell how you ended up with us.”

Astrid rubbed her wrist before picking up her dagger off the ground, reholstering it in her boot before rising. “It’s really not that big of a story. I just spit on him…and kicked him in the testicles. He then threw me out of the palace where the guards decided to, uhm, whip me with their belts. That’s where the scars come from…if anyone has seen them. That’s where Lo…uh, I mean the General stepped in. He brought me here, and I’ve been with you ever since.” 

Loki bows his head slightly, “It’s no secret I detest my brother and his treatment of women, but as soon as I met you in that carriage with your brothers and saw how they treated you, I swore I would do what I could to protect you. You deserve so much more than we can provide you, Princess, but I am honoured you chose to stay with us.”

Loki walks over to where Astrid's sword landed before picking it up and bringing it back to her. “You need this, your majesty, for it’s your turn on patrol. Take Erik with you; we will see you back here when you’re done.” Loki’s hand brushes against Astrids as he returns the sword, causing her heart rate to skyrocket again. She quickly turns to prevent her blush from being noticeable. Erik gives the general a knowing look before running off to catch up with Astrid. 

The two mounted their horses - Erik, an Arabian horse, and Astrid, the late Empress’ black Friesian, Asta - and rode off towards the limits of the Kingdom. Not long into their patrols, a band of soldiers from an undetermined Kingdom ambushed the pair. “You are entering the territory of the Tolan Empire; state your business.” Erik orders, his voice booming. The soldiers refused to answer the question, raising their swords. 

Astrid and Erik dismount before quickly engaging the group. It didn’t take long before Astrid noticed the swords the soldiers used. Azailian made. These were people from her own Kingdom. Her deep-seated anger for her father and brothers bubbled back up, resulting in a vicious offensive attack - 3 on 1. Erik stands back, watching his best friend’s assault in utter shock. He had heard she was ruthless on the battlefield but never once since he saw it himself. 

Until now. 

Eventually, Astrid and Erik come out on top, although Astrid’s sword is damaged beyond reasonable repair. Erik looks to Astrid - who was wounded, covered in blood and breathing heavily - and the soldier she held hostage, dagger to his neck, dying men at her feet, before turning to the group's apparent leader. “What business do you have with the Tolan Empire?” Erik questions, his hand on the hilt of his sword. He stared down the leader, unwavering: he would find out why they were there. 

“The King sent us to check on his daughter to ensure she was doing her job well.” His voice shaking as he spoke. He grows nervous, seeing how easily Astrid killed his partners. “King Malik wants to know if Emperor Thor was enjoying her company, shall we say.”

Upon hearing why this four-person band of Azalian guards is there, Astrid decides to take matters into her own hands. She drags the blade across the man’s throat agonizingly slow, his blood soaking her hand before dripping down onto the ground. She drops the man and steps over his lifeless body on the ground; Astrid approaches the one remaining man alive. 

“Fuck off back to Azailia, Ivar; go suck my father off. Pass a message along for me while you’re at it. Tell him the second he “sold” me to be the Emperor’s whore; he lost his right to call me his daughter. As for the Emperor, he too can suck my father off if he so chooses. Now return to where you belong, rat.” 

Astrid and Erik watch as Ivar scurries away, back toward his homeland. Astrid turned to Erik once Ivar was far enough away, her face pale, holding her side, crimson blood seeping out between her fingers. “Erik, I don’t feel right right now.” 

Erik was at her side quickly, giving her a quick once-over before steadying her. “Let’s get you back to the compound; we’ll get the doctor to look you over. Come on, Astrid; you’re riding with me; I don’t trust you riding alone in your condition.” 

Astrid nods, leaning into Erik. She was so blinded by anger and running on adrenaline she forgot all of Loki’s teachings and got herself injured. She knew Loki would be angry with her, which worried her, not because she feared him but because she loved him.

Astrid’s groans turn into weak, pained whimpers closer to the compound they get. After several long, excruciating minutes, Erik and Astrid make it to the stables. “Go fetch General Loki; we require his assistance at once,” Erik told the stableboy, who quickly ran off to find the general. He turns his attention to Astrid, helping her off his horse before letting her lay in the straw, “We’re back home, Astrid; hold on a little longer for me. We’ll get you fixed right up.” 

Loki comes charging into the stables only minutes later while Erik hitches up the horses. He looks at his wounded soldier lying in the straw, her armour painted red with blood, before turning to Erik. “You were supposed to protect her! That’s why I sent her with you!” Loki crouches down, carefully scooping Astrid up in his arms, holding her tight to his chest. “I will be speaking to you later about this, Erik.” He then turns his attention back to Astrid, “Stay with me, darling; I’ll get you fixed up, I promise.” 

Loki leaves with Astrid in his arms, leaving Erik alone in the stables, fearing for his job and best friend. 

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[eek-a-tron]

10 Reasons to Ship Loki/Catwoman

A Nondefinitive & Cracky GodCat Rundown

1. He’s a god of thieves. Loki’s a Norse god with a long ancient list of patronage areas: mischief, tricks, lies, chaos, outcasts, the devil, death, and more … including, sometimes, thieves. THIEVES. It’s not mentioned often, but it’s around. Besides, mischief, chaos, and trickery tend to involve crime. Be Loki. Wear helmets. Do crimes. And consider hanging out with an anti-hero who still kinda gets it, because:

2. She’s a master cat burglar. Catwoman’s one of the most-recognizable cat burglars on Earth/Midgard, so that's kismet on the thieves thing. But she also vibes with the mischief thing, and sometimes with lies and tricks, too. Even with the outcasts thing. Definitely the anti-heroes thing. Plus, neither Selina nor Loki is an expert on trust, or family, or How to Feelings™ — and there’s nothing shippier than mutual angst!

3. Oops! All banter. Loki and Catwoman can banter for days. Weeks. Years. Loki plays with everybody, but not many characters really mischief him back. Catwoman would, though; it’s like, her thing. She’s sassy (*cue rando yelling from offscreen* feisty, eh?!), full of nicknames, and although she can’t exactly kick a god’s ass twelve days from Sunday, Loki might ask her to try anyway. (The old Batman rule applies there: did Catwoman have time to plan ahead, or have the element of surprise?! Heists require planning and improv, after all.) As such:

4. MatuRe CoNteNt. These two might never leave the bedroom to steal anything, possibly because of the aforementioned ass-kicking. If anybody can make Loki kneel and say thank you ma’am may I have another, probably while he’s laughing about it alllllllmost the entire time, it’s Catwoman. (Strangely wholesome mature content, right front of my anti-hero sandwich?! I ain’t mad at it.)

Loki's ye-olde-eyebrow gif from abby118!

5. Just two pros being pros. Erm, how do I put this delicately? Loki and Catwoman are, generally-speaking, both highly-sexualized, often-objectified characters. (More so for Catwoman in a way, sigh, but … that’s a whole ‘nuther topic.) Give ‘em a break, y’all: let the oversexualized bunnies get it on together! They’re both adults. They’ve both been around (comics) forever. And look, maybe a woman shouldn’t have to constantly chase a bat who doesn’t want to be caught — and vice-versa, frankly! Cats have needs, okay? Maybe magical, complicated, industry-crossing needs! (Did Loki write this one himself?! I wouldn’t put it past him.)

6. The nine lives thing. A word about the god/mortal power imbalance here: yeah, I don’t love that. But aside from Loki just sorta letting Catwoman hang around because they amuse each other, or because there are plenty of uh, other aforementioned reasons to level their playing-field *snort*, there are also plenty of Catwoman canons floating around in which she’s not entirely mortal. Sometimes she has nine lives, which puts her in the venn diagram hinterlands of magical comic characters with an extended lifespan. Interesting! (This concept was even brought back recently, comics-wise.)

7. Representation? (This one’s thorny because it’s never treated well in canon. The world is poorly-formed. :/ I hope we can form it better.) Loki and Catwoman may also vibe, perhaps, because they both have a canonic bi history. (I mean … Loki is canonically everything so it depends on the canon one’s talking about, but nevertheless.) I’m not really the appropriate person to bring Bi!GodCat content into the world, but it does make sense! Love them however they identify!

8. The Wonder connection. But what about Batman, you ask? What about his dark little heartstrings, you inquire? Well, hear me out here: if Loki/Catwoman, then maybe … Batman/Wonder Woman? (Why yes, I do like things about BatCat, and WonderBat, and GodCat! There are infinite ships in my ancient harbor, mes amis; I’m quite unbothered by multiple ship options. My skin is clear. My crops are watered and rotated.)

9. Knife mates. Both of these anti-hero tricksters are stabby. (Meaning: they sometimes favor the short blades.) Together, they make a dagger duo. Stib-stabs. Pointy sharpersons. WOMEN MADE OF KNIVES/MEN ALSO MADE OF KNIVES.

Loki stab-gif from youlackconviction!

10. Multiple AU fix-it options. When canon inevitably disappoints, one can always go to the headcanon mountain. Catwoman steals Loki from a prisondungeon. Catwoman steals Loki from the TVA. Catwoman keeps Loki alive and he feels acidically/obnoxiously grateful about it, plus other things. Loki vibes with Selina's trust issues and (complainingly) assists her heists with magic; maybe they even grow to be friends, or learn what love is like is between two similar souls. Perhaps their team-up helps get other Marvel/DC types out of a few high-powered jams. (Or else they just steal from them, heh; the options are many.) *steeples fingers* And so disappointment was solved forever, by expecting nothing from official channels. And also AUs.

#loki #catwoman #loki/catwoman #godcat #bonus reason 11: the goth is strong with them #silly ship chatter #don’t take this too seriously #life’s too short unless you have nine or centuries #godcatstorming #stib-stab club

[brotheramberland]

So I wanted to talk about how some of my "fictional father" rules and ideas work.

First up: What characters from what fandoms would make good fathers? (Sorry it's a long list. Also, if you're wondering why certain antagonists' were listed, there's more explanation further down).

Fandom: Naruto. Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Gaara, Yamato, Gai, Neji, Shikamaru, Iruka, Jiraiya, Itachi, Obito, Orochimaru, and Zabuza.

Fandom: One Piece. Characters: All of the Mugiwara crew, Trafalgar, Kid, Ace, Sabo, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Lucci, Smoker, Katakuri, the Akazaya Nine, Shanks, Buggy, Marco, and Rayleigh. (I could honestly write almost every character on here as a parent figure, but the list would be way too long).

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen. Characters: Lol, all of them.

Fandom: Attack on Titan. Characters: Eren, Armin, Levi, Jean, Reiner, Levi and Erwin.

Fandom: Black Clover. Characters: Umm... All of them? This fandom is beyond rich with potential parent figures, don't even get me started.

Fandom: Guardians of The Galaxy. Characters: Quill, Drax, Rocket, and Yondu.

Fandom: Marvel. Characters: Tony, Thor, Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Scott, Loki, Clint, and Sam.

Fandom(s): DreamWorks and Disney. Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Bruno Madrigal, Grug Crood, Death the Wolf. (And a whole bunch of others.)

Fandom: Criminal Minds. Characters: Spencer, Derek, David, Matthew, and Luke.

Fandom(s): Alien movies like Predator, Avatar, or Transformers for some extra flavor and diversity.

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender. Characters: Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Iroh, and Jet.

Fandom: 911 and 911 Lone Star. Characters: All of them. Every main character within these two fandoms is amazing.

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Why are certain antagonists listed?

Well that's because I'm obsessed with bad guys and I love imagining them in scenarios where they are actually good. Antagonists in general are very powerful, crazy and frightening, but if you keep those attributes and turn them into good people with good intentions, they make for some pretty awesome, likable parent figures.

So if I ever write an antagonist as a parent figure, just know that I'm intentionally making them good for the benefit of the reader-inserts and the drabbles. But, hey, if you wanna read and imagine them the way they originally are, then by all means I support you.

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I obviously have father figures covered, but what about mother figures?

There are lots of female characters I love, but I primarily want to focus on the males just because that is my preference. However, on down the road I do see myself writing mother drabbles. I wouldn't mind. And, considering the circumstances of the reader-inserts, a mother figure might be more suited for the plot. You never know.

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What will the reader-inserts be like?

For reader-inserts under the age of twelve, I will display it in the title as "child!reader".

For reader-inserts over the age of twelve, I will display it in the title as "teen!reader".

For child reader plots, I plan for them to be mostly fluffy and light-hearted. You know, young kids are curious, they're inexperienced, they're clumsy, they get scared, they get bullied, and so on and so forth. There's lots of topics and plots I can create for child reader-inserts.

For teen reader plots, things might get a little bit more angsty. As we all know, teenage years are absolutely insane. Teenagers are rebellious, they're curious, they're discovering their own sexuality, they're going through puberty, and they're trying new, dangerous and some times risky things. Teenagers are also very, VERY emotional, and under certain circumstances they can really struggle with anxiety, depression, social stability, loneliness and a whole bunch of other stuff. Of course there will be fluff in these drabbles, but also some light angst here and there.

For the most part the reader will be portrayed as the biological child of the character, but I do plan on writing lots of adoption stuff too.

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The father figures won't always be perfect.

As we all probably know, parents are anything but perfect. They make mistakes. Lots and lots of mistakes. And sometimes parents don't care that they make mistakes, nor do they ever try to right their wrongs and apologize. Some parents don't even want to accept nor understand their child. (I'm sure some of you know what I mean).

But whereas these fictional father figures may make mistakes, they also try to fix those mistakes and right their wrongs. That's what I plan to accomplish with my father drabbles. I want to create loving, supportive, understanding father figures who are willing to do anything for their child. Because when you're a kid and you struggle with life, a loving parent is all you really want.

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What about characters who are too young to have kids?

So an example for this would be any character that is around the age of 15-25 like Luffy. Well there are two simple solutions to this. Either I'll age up the characters or I'll say that the reader is adopted. It kind of just depends on what the drabble calls for.

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Why am I doing this?

Well if you're like me and you had a rough childhood, then you just kind of want to reimagine yourself in a scenario where you're happy, accepted, catered, loved, protected, safe and cared for. I just want this to be something akin to a safe place for people to come and find joy and peace in the drabbles that I create.

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Mild disclaimer: I know I have a lot of characters in mind to write for, but the process of my updates may be slow-going sometimes because I do have a full time job and annoying adult responsibilities. I try to write whenever I can. If updates seem slow, just know that I'm sorry and that I'm trying my hardest to supply you with all the fictional father goodness you crave.

Ta-ta my friends!

#fanfic drabble #naruto #one peice #black clover #attack on titan #the avengers #guardians of the galaxy #criminal minds #911 lone star #encanto #How to train your dragon #avatar the last airbender #teen!reader #child!reader #Fictional fathers

[lokisknife]

¶Welcome to New York – Loki Odinson

Summary: Everyone got a red string around their pinky that leads to their soulmate... Well, everyone but Y/N, that got a golden line that goes straight up.

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: not sticking to cannon; 2012! Loki; cursing; mentions of sickness; me bullying the shit of Loki (I love him that's okay); one sex joke; angst

Author's note: yes I'm naming all of my fanfics after Taylor Swift songs. Yes, I could have named it "invisible string" but it's too obvious. Also the original was just so long (up to 6k words) so I decided to split this in two, so I'm posting it vvvery soon.

Tony's version.

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Since the beginning of human life on Earth, there have been records of the existence of invisible strings (at least to the general population regarding the strings of others) that connect two people that are fated to be together. The Mesopotamians, Ancient Greeks, Egyptians, Romans, and many other folks had countless myths that served the purpose of explaining why that happened: some people said that these so-called soulmates were made of the same clay, the same stardust or maybe they were created as one singular soul that got split in two. The skeptics firmly believed that "soulmate strings" could be collective hallucinations induced by pheromones that persisted since prehistory, but the fact that everyone had a special someone was undeniable.

Whatever the reason, everyone in the whole world that ever existed has or had a red string on their pinky finger that led straight to their soulmate. Still, no religion, philosophy, or science could explain why Y/N was different than anyone else. As a kid, every visit to the doctor's office was accompanied by a complaint about their soulmate string that - quoting by the then 6 years old Y/N - "worked wonkily": they have learned about red strings that lead to your future spouse in school, but their own string was golden and pointed straight up, just like a helium balloon. Uncountable health professionals claimed they have never seen something like that, but it shouldn't be a reason to worry: soulmate's strings have never malfunctioned before, so it wasn't possible. Well, they hoped at least.

Not only the doctors but every person Y/N ever encountered commented on the golden circle around their finger (that being the only visible part of the string by third parties) and close friends even joked about their soulmate being a deity or an alien. Y/N always laughed and was considered to be someone with a good sense of humor regarding their own problems, but the truth is that all the remarks about their condition ached like a stab on a previously infected wound. The whispering and bewildered looks people shared when staring at Y/N's hands were a highly effective reminder of the possibility of a loveless life. Sure, they did not have an entirely loveless life: they had friends, family, hobbies, and many sources of joy. But the love they felt for life when looking at a puppy at a park couldn't compare to dancing in the rain with someone you fancy. The love they felt for life when buying pretty flowers for their nightstand was nothing next to cuddling in bed past noon.

Experts didn't have a clue about what was going on with their soulmate or the lack thereof – or even "Schrodinger's soulmate" as Y/N called it – but they couldn't put a stop to their running thoughts. As they spent their whole life thinking about it, they couldn't help but feel special: every single individual had an "other half" but them. Maybe their string pointing to absolutely fucking nowhere was Universe's way of saying "hey Y/N, you don't deserve love, maybe next time!".

Y/N observed their string that pointed at the sky as they walked to work, imagining how it would be to witness life with someone else's eyes. How does the world present itself with a vibrant red string that resembled a treasure map, in which the X represented the most wonderful feeling a human can feel? The girls that shared candies on a bench, the guy that served their coffee, and the receptionist of the building, all of them had the assurance of following a straight path to their lovers if they wished to. They all knew they could be loved and cherished and kissed on the spots they were most insecure about. They knew the person they were destined to spend their whole life with was safe somewhere. But Y/N knew they could marry the atmosphere, for what was possible.

The newly graduated scientist decided to put a stop to their introspections on frivolous matters like love – of course, this being a total facade they presented to people to seem unbothered by it – and focus on their obligations for the day. After spending years burning every single brain cell on difficult equations and acquiring student debt of the size of the moon, one could imagine that being an astrophysicist would be more glamorous: planetariums, telescopes, discovering new galaxies. Sure, someone who works at a fancy university, NASA, or Stark Industries could have all of that, but not Y/N. Don't get me wrong, Y/N was very grateful for their job, but sometimes they wondered if the right choice was made by trading the big companies of space-related technology to learn with the genius Dr. Erik Selvig.

Working with the Swedish scientist promised never-ending knowledge of Einstein-Rosen bridges and many other wonders of theoretical physics. Still, it said expectations were instead met with long lists of required research on nordic myths. Jane and Darcy already explained in detail all their discoveries of the past year when Thor - yes, the god and Foster's boyfriend, as crazy as it may seem - appeared out of nowhere in New Mexico and changed all humanity's knowledge of the universe forever and of course, as someone new on the field, Y/N found it very exciting. Even as a newbie, they were curious and capable as everyone else on the team, so reading borrowed dusty books about old deities felt like a waste of potential.

They trusted the professor with their life, but since the god of thunder made a special appearance on Earth, he has gone a little bit...lunatic, for a lack of better wording that could sugarcoat the actual state of his mind. Working with him on day to day basis made Y/N feel like a coadjuvant on Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: in one second the blonde concentratedly wrote equations of the highest difficulty related to multiverse theories on the whiteboard, and in the other, he was shouting nonsense about Asgard, Midgard and hidden knowledge on the old texts; what bring to Y/N and the infinite paper stack on their table.

Okay, to be fair, Y/N would be lying if they said that they absolutely hated this part of the job, as it was much more entertaining than getting hot-headed over seemingly dead-end physics equations. Reading everything from the genesis of Asgard to its imminent end at Ragnarok and every single character that existed in the between, the scientist couldn't help but choose favorites. Their colleagues, Darcy, Selvig, and mostly Jane drooled when talking about Thor, his magic hammer, and long blonde locks. Even though Y/N could feel he was a nice guy and all, their attention was focused on his younger, quieter brother.

The stories put bad lighting on Loki Odinson, describing him as a mischievous, trickster, egocentric person but the feelings transpassed to them was of so much compassion that their heart must as well explode when reading about him. Yes, he was the God of Mischief and was always creating chaos in his realm, but couldn't you understand his motives? Just imagine how it must felt like growing up in his older brother's shadow, with every single person - including your own father - diminishing his achievements to magnify Thor's popularity even more! Well, everyone's entitled to have an opinion, and Y/N thinks raven hair is nicer than golden and magic is more interesting than muscles. Simple as that.

The scientist's head started to pound heavily, their eyes burning holes inside their skull and their stomach was sick to the point it felt like it was turning somersaults, as it always did when they spent way too much time curled over all the parchment covered-in dust obsessing over Loki - disguised by scientific research, of course. The whole week went like this and Y/N always downed some medicine down their throat and continued to work hard, but the migraines were getting stronger every day. Complaining to themselves about how the ache in their temples made it so hard to focus and form coherent trains of thought, they glanced at the clock on the wall. Only one hour and a half left of the work journey, good enough.

They quickly organized their table and talked to Dr. Erik, who, despite his urgency in advancing the research, was very comprehensive. So, work: check. Next step: finding a pharmacy while trying to not throw up from all the pain. Good thing Y/N lives in New York City and there are stores everywhere you set your sight on...and if they couldn't hold back the vomit, it's not like people are going to judge them so much right? C'mon, it's NY, at least it wasn't going to be that unusual of a thing.

As an astrophysicist and Dr. Erik Selvig's favorite intern to pile work on, they didn't have enough time or money to go to the hospital to get every "stupid symptom" checked. Y/N felt like dying, sure, but you and I know that no matter the illness, they would step out of the doctor's office with a flu diagnosis. So the smartest decision is, obviously, to get medicine for all the wrong stuff going on in their body. Only relaxing from all the rush of trying to not puke, faint, or cry from the headache when handing the cashier their debit card, the sight of their own hand hits them like a brick.

How great is the human mind and all of its levels of complexity, its delicate and intricate gears allowing conscient, external responses to subconscious perceptions. The golden thread, the subject of most of their worries that would otherwise be constant in its position, was leading somewhere out of the door. Their heart dropped, focusing on the inviting leaded path, their queasiness becoming just an annoying thought at the back of their mind. The string changing wasn't even an option for them, that being such an impossible scenario that Y/N didn't ever fantasize about it. They always took for a fact that they didn't have a soulmate, so the line basically pulling them towards someone was absolutely dumbfounding.

Tucking the meds under their arm, they ran after the thread feeling like a kid expecting to meet a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Y/N didn't know what to expect: to be honest, they didn't even know if they weren't hallucinating. Did their soulmate string lag all these years? Was their soulmate an older astronaut, who spent all of Y/n's life in space? Or worse, what if their soulmate were just born and they would have to wait decades to meet them? God, that's so weird, they sure fucking expected that they weren't running after a hospital or something like that. Wait, what if their soulmate was dead and some crazy scientist resurrected them?

Their head, still throbbing from the pain, spun in circles just like their thoughts. What if, what if, what if? Just what ifs, no plans, no logic, no focus. Their head was so full of "what ifs" that were no room for other feelings than concern. Having an abnormal soulmate thread resulted in so much pain their whole life but the worries that came with the scenario of finally having someone were nothing that Y/N ever heard of. The path could be leading to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the creepiest forest to encounter Frankenstein's monster himself, and the only thought crossing their mind would be: does he like me?

Quietly thanking the Universe or whoever was in charge, Y/N sighed in relief when the string pointed to a large crowd on a busy street. It would be awful to find their one when there were dozens of people gathered together, but at least they could be sure that they weren't destined for Michael Myers hiding in the woods. The scientist takes a deep breath in order to calm down their soulmate-induced panic and looks around to form a tactical plan, but instead of locking eyes with a handsome someone, they met terrified looks. No one batted an eye at the astrophysicist, their wide eyes locked on something - or someone - way far ahead of them, their bodies frozen in place, unsure of every movement. New York, the city that never sleeps, whose streets were always booming with movement, fell dead silent. But no, Y/N couldn't call a uber from work and go straight home, they absolutely had to waltz themselves into this mess. Way to go, Y/N, what a great way to read the room.

Even though the little devil at their shoulder begged for them to tiptoe their way out, their feet seemed glued to the floor. They were completely clueless about what was happening and what they could and could not do. C'mon, you're a scientist, you work for one of the smartest men alive, you can work out some solution for this shit. Looking around again, they choose the youngest person in a three-foot circle, praying that this choice reflected a lesser possibility of being ridiculously rude to them - considering that absolutely no one dared utter a word - and nudged at a 17-ish boy's shoulder. Shooting him an apologetic look, Y/N mouthed a "what's happening?".

"I just got here like 10 minutes ago, but at the front is a very creepy weird dude with an even creepier scepter with blue lighting on it and he is shouting at us because he wants to be king or some shit like that. I thought he was just an anime nerd who thinks he is god because he is wearing really weird clothes, but looks like he is using magic to control people? That's all I know". He let it out in only one breath, in a voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so tired of living in New York man, I thought we were done after the Iron Monger/Obadiah Stane mess in 2009. All these weirdos wandering around... If I survive, I'm moving to California".

Y/N answered with a discrete smile. Okay, five minutes ago they were trying to convince themselves that they are smart and capable of making clever decisions but, for the first time in forever, they had hope. What horrible timing to finally meet their soulmate in a hostage situation by a (probably) Reddit user who thinks he is superior because he watched American Psycho a bazillion times and could pull off some magic tricks, and honestly, it's a shame that Y/N didn't give a single fuck to their plans. Their soulmate string was pointing to someone, the weirdo's superiority complex could wait, I guess. Passing through the crowd as they followed the golden path as if they were trying to get the best spot at a Taylor Swift concert at Madison Square Garden, they were increasingly ahead of the crowd. If they did have a soulmate, their soulmate was sure dumb to be that close to the psychopathic geek.

Now, in literally the middle of this mess, Y/N could see the wannabe-villain face and... This is so embarrassing. The teen's description was right but didn't do justice. The man had an unusual style, yes, but in an almost theatrical manner. A golden horned helmet lay on top of his long dark hair and framed his face perfectly, the contrasting colors making the man even paler, contributing to an eerie, power-hungry king look. Even though Y/N never laid eyes on someone like him before, he looked familiar: like an old childhood friend, an actor in a play you once saw, or someone you met in a dream. The type of memory that is stored in the back of your mind you can't quite make it hit the surface. Despite the situation - if you can ignore it - he looked beautiful. His power was mesmerizing and they couldn't look anywhere else. The man didn't sense their stare and continued his speech, which Y/N didn't catch the start of.

"Kneel before me" He shouted, some people in the crowd obeying his command. "Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state?"

The astrophysicist rolled their eyes and stood still on their feet. He was gorgeous, but it's no excuse to kneel... Well, his act was absurd and he didn't pay for dinner beforehand, so at least not tonight. The man up front opened his arms, his big gestures reflecting his big ego.

Y/N felt a slight pull on their string, reminding them that they were there for a reason, they had a purpose to fulfill. They didn't have a clue about how the thread worked, but maybe their soulmate got ahead of them in the crowd and tried to get their attention. Maybe their soulmate wanted Y/N to make the first move, maybe they were in a spot where they couldn't move that much. Jesus, the astrophysicist knew for a fact that purposefully being knee-deep into this shit was a dumb move, but you always could be...dumber, that's the word to describe it. Maybe common sense fell out of their bag at the drug store, being that the last place they have seen it. So, breathing heavily from the anticipation, Y/N squeezed their way closer to the front.

No one in the crowd struggled to maintain them farther away, complying rather quickly with their efforts, keeping their eyes glued to the golden thread afraid if they blinked, it may change again. Searching for their one was the main focus, the only thought on their head, the concentration was so great that Y/N slightly stumbled on their feet when the mass of bodies that prevented them from walking freely disappeared. Nothing obstructed their view, the path was clear. No frightened people, just the granite floor, the man, and the golden string connecting them.

His full image in front of Y/N made everything fall in place, as it is scary as one may think of this situation. A character that fell out of an old book, the raven hair that reflected the light of the buildings around among with his golden horns, the mischief of his eyes, and the scepter holding into what the scientist recognized as the Tesseract not only hinted but confirmed his identity. Loki of Asgard surely wasn't on Earth as part of Odinson's family trip.

They felt stupid. They should have felt this before based on their actions tonight, yes, but they felt stupid. And anxious. And scared, so scared. But, most of all, stupid, because everything seemed so predictable now. Fate, an arch-nemesis, played the game beautifully in leading Y/N in this time and place. Inexplicable hyper fixation on Laufey's son and his story, the pounding head, and the knot on their stomach while even thinking about him this week. Intuition, premonition, gut feeling. The abnormal string was actually pointing to the right place, doing its best to lead to another reality realm. If Y/N's friends had a penny for every time they joked about how one of them was destined to a deity... they would have one penny and a crazy story.

"It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity". Loki didn't seem to notice either the thread or the dumbfounded Y/N.

As soulmate strings, the question "why do humans cry when they feel strong emotions?" has been raised tirelessly from the beginning of time. Even though it's way out of their research field, the subject did also fascinate Y/N, who learned on research that, up to the 1600s, the prevailing theory was that all sentiments heated the heart, consequently generating water vapor that would escape from our eyes. In modern days we know that this belief it's invalid, but they couldn't feel like it didn't have some truth in it. As their eyes watered and their vision became blurry, disappointment, anger, and nonconformity rose in their heart and heated their chest.

On Soulmates 101 you don't really learn what to do in this type of situation. Sure, there are cute stories about soulmates who absolutely hated each other when they met, soulmates who were so different that they both thought that it was a mistake, and so on. But being fated to a God who happens to be enslaving Earth's population as a boost of ego... well, that's a first. Not that Y/N isn't used to having problems about their destiny.

Learning so much about Loki in the past months made them sympathize with him. Understand his motives, understand his personality, and understand his background. Understand, at least to the surface level, who he is. But this is too far. Mischievous tricks and pranks on the Asgardian royal family were a classic move, but this? Plotting a cartoony evil plan to be the king of the world? And all of that on a Friday night when a hot shower and a warm bed are waiting for them back home?

"You were made to be ruled". He went on with his megalomaniacal speech, making a pause and looking around, checking if he got the impact he was waiting for. His vision set a stop on Y/N. Their eyes locked for a beat of time that seemed like an eternity, sharing an unspoken understanding, knowing that wasn't the time or place. His eyes, marked in craziness, soften for a minute. He breathes shakily, fully filling his lungs. As he dry swallows, only the scientist ahead of the crowd gets a glimpse of a frightened, destroyed man. "in the end...you will always...kneel".

Should they do something? Could they do something? But, do what? Was it even logical to scream at the top of their lungs, begging him to stop, like the lame white love interest of an action movie who keeps saying "babe, stop! You're not like this!" in the middle of a fight scene? But who had the power to change his mind if not his soulmate? God, this isn't fair at all. Most people meet their soulmate at 20-something in a coffee shop and spend their whole lives happily together. But here is Y/N, debating internally if they should stop their meant-to-be (whose existence wasn't known up to 40 minutes ago) from being a tyrannical king. Not fair at all.

A sudden loud noise behind their back put a stop to their thoughts, the crowd splitting in half like the red sea in order to let its source walk freely to Loki. Like a god ex machina, red, white, and blue came into their vision: Captain America stood tall and confident, loud footsteps from his heavy boots contrasting with the sepulchral silence. Relief and panic washed over the scientist a the same time, like an electric shock right into their nervous system.

"You know" he annunciated "The last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing".

"The soldier" Loki chuckled, the laugh didn't meet his eyes. Y/N felt like the mass stopped breathing at the same time as an individual living organism. "The man out of time".

"I'm not the one who's out of time".

With that and the aircraft that unexpectedly appeared in the night sky, pointing a machine gun toward Loki, hell breaks loose. The scientist's head spun like it was part of Disney World's Mad Tea Party, the previously quiet and submissive mass of people running around, bumping into their body uncontrollably. Their shoulders ached, but their legs stood glued to the floor like blocks of concrete - Y/N thought they deserved to know what happens to their soulmate after all this time. Police ushered them to run to a safe spot, but their eyes were glued to the fight happening just a few feet away.

Loki shooted a blast of blue lightning from the tesseract at the aircraft, which maneuvered just in time for Captain America to throw his shield at the Asgard prince. Y/N's throat felt tight, wanting to scream "watch out!" but knowing it wasn't the right thing to do. The right thing to do was to run away as soon as the avengers showed up to save the day. The right thing to do was to not follow the golden thread to this mess. The right thing to do was to focus on the job and not spend hours reading about nordic old myths. The right thing to do was to take a better-paying, less interesting workplace. Maybe, the right thing to do was to never leave their bed until soulmates are not real anymore.

The golden thread that linked them together jumped in place with Loki's movements as he battled with Steve Rogers, fists meeting flesh, scepter meeting shield. The metallic sound of the clashing, the grunts, and the screams muffled Y/N's hard breathing, trying to contain their sobs, keeping their tears at bay. The world didn't care about their feelings, didn't care if they would ever get their happily ever after.

Their movements are way too fast and complex for someone out of the fight to comprehend, the violence looking like a choreographed waltz, the sirens sounding like an orchestra. The God of Mischief threw the soldier to the ground, swatting the bright collared shield away. Standing tall over the blonde, he grabbed the scepter tighter, pointing to the sharp end of the blue helmet. Y/N knew Rogers's abilities were extensive and he wasn't a hostage to his gadgets, but it was also part of their knowledge that Loki was a powerful sorcerer. But it was impossible for a newbie astrophysicist to know for a fact who would win in a battle between a deity and an enhanced super-human.

It felt so useless, discussing between doing what is right or doing what feels right when both weren't even an option. They were destined to be together and there was nothing Y/N could do: their presence and the presence of the next person were the same in this situation. The golden line wrapped around their finger stared back at its owner almost in mockery - the couple has never been so close, but the scientist has never been so unhopeful, even when they didn't even know about his existence. They surrendered to the gut-wrenching feeling that rose from the pit of their stomach, spreading like oil on a lake, making everything darker, lifeless, polluted.

The memory of the pull of the string by Loki's gesticulation flashed in Y/N's mind. They had as much understanding on soulmate threads as a kindergarten kid, only knowing the theoric part and having no experience whatsoever, but perhaps, just perhaps, they could do something. Y/N watched attentively, heart in hand. Not what they wanted to do, no, but what they should do. If what they wanted to do was on the table, they would have cried out to the raven-haired man, begging for explanations, the moment they set their eyes on him. But, who cares about what Y/N wanted? They had moral obligations, that sat above everything else.

"Please, let this work" the astrophysicist muttered. They rolled their wrist, grabbing the invisible thread like a rope in a Tug of War game, yanking it down in hopes of controlling the other side's movements like a ventriloquist.

Much to his surprise, Loki's hand falls, the scepter falling on the floor. The Captain didn't demonstrate his confusion at the prince's sudden change of behavior but took advantage of it, getting out of his passive stance and forcing Loki to the ground. Their team got him cornered while a policeman finally lost his patience with Y/N, grabbing them by the waist and forcing them out of the scene. Both were being talked to, but the scientist couldn't discern any words out of the cop's ramble even if their life depended on it.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had to. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to" Y/N struggled to get the words out, their throat hurt from the contained sobs from before. Now, they didn't have any reasons — or strength — to fight their emotions. They sobbed like a child, the tears feeling like waterfalls, a powerful unstoppable force of nature. They knew that Loki couldn't hear them, but they hoped he could understand their motives.

His ice-blue eyes stared at Y/N, not showing any emotion. Just a stony, indifferent stare.

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[intoxicatingintimacyy]

A lil search :)

Hi all!  Looking for some fandom plots atm cause I’m missing my angsty babies hehe.  I’m 25 and go by Tulsa and have been writing since I was probably 11 or 12??  Soooo for a hot minute lol.  I’d definitely consider myself literate-adv. Lit as I’m able to pump out 3+ paras depending on the scene/reply.  However, I will say, my favorite types of roleplays are around 2-3 shorter paras and rapid fire *chef’s kiss*.  Non-rapid fire isn’t a deal breaker though, I know not everyone has time or attention haha.  

RULES:

I’m just going to quickly jot down some loose ‘rules’ for lack of a better word, but I promise I’m really not too crazy strict lol. 

The one rule I am STRICT on is that all of my partners need to be 18+.  I prefer 20+, but I’m not gonna knock you if you’re 18 or 19, I know it’s hard to find partners.  

I talked a little bit about literacy already, but just to specify I write in third person past tense and will always reply with at least a paragraph and I’d like the same in return.  One-liners just make it hard to immerse yourself. I won’t roleplay with anyone who writes in the first person though, it lowkey makes me uncomfy…

I’m a sucker for some good smut scenes, especially when they include angst or come from something angsty or toxic (pls), so I’d prefer partners who are comfortable writing nsfw content.  Of course we’ll discuss specific personal triggers together too, as for kinks though my characters have different ones based on THEM, not me.  This has confused people in the past so just let me know if I need to explain any further : ) 

As far as doubling goes, I’ve heard it described in different ways by different people.  The first way is just playing side characters to help world build and give the plot more substance/drama, that I absolutely do and would want my partner to do as well.  Obviously our ship will be the main focus, but other characters bring the world to life!  The second form of doubling I’ve come across is almost in a transactional sort of way?  Kind of a ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine’ type of thing.  I don’t do that.  There are a few canons I can and enjoy playing in these fandoms that we can discuss me playing for you if you have a pairing you want to do, but I just don’t like when people EXPECT me to double for ‘fairness’ sakes, it’s a big pet peeve of mine….

I think those are all of the rules I have?  Well, at least that I’m remembering right now lol.  Onto what I’m looking for I suppose: I’m looking for partners who are open to playing M characters in MxF plots.  I have ~some~ original ideas, but I tend to like fandom plots best.  

One of the original ideas I’m hung up on rn is a MxF plot based on Hades and Persephone.  Whether it be the actual story or we change it up completely and just keep the generic ‘man lures woman into his world’ idea, there’s endless possibilities! 

These are some of the pairings I’m currently craving, the role with the asterisks (*) around them would be who you’d play. The next role would be who I’d play, with their standing as a chara in parenthesis and then the fandom after the dash!

ROLES: 

*Derek Hale* x Paige Krasikeva (Canon-Divergent) - Teen Wolf

*Kol Mikaelson* x Averie Forbes (OC) - Vampire Diaries

*Loki Laufeyson* x Eira Jarrledottir (OC) - MCU/Thor Movies

*Billy Hargrove* x Kat Wheeler (OC) - Stranger Things

*Finnick Odair* x Annie Cresta (Canon) - The Hunger Games

*Spencer Reid* x Olivia Chandler (OC) - Criminal Minds

*Stiles Stilinski* x Lydia Martin (Canon) - Teen Wolf

*Draco Malfoy* x Artemis Cresswell (OC) - Harry Potter

Those are what I have right now, at least for this ad.  Please keep in mind, all of my original characters have bios/backstories that are at least a page long if not longer.  I know some folks have their opinions on ocs, but even just taking a look and deciding no is cool with me : ) 

This ad is turning out really lengthy, but just one more lil section before I wrap it all up lol: the following is what I’d be looking for out of a potential partner.

Can reply at least once a day, but would prefer multiple times.  (obviously this doesn’t apply if something comes up, just let me know, I’m not strict or scary, promise!)

Loves to gush about the characters/pairings/fandom we’re writing.  I love getting invested and coming up with potential future plot points or doing aus or hcs about where they could end up.  It’s all so fun!

In that same vein though, I do want to set a boundary: I don’t do anything that requires me to share my voice or get off of discord.  I have super bad anxiety so any kind of call or sharing of personal info stresses me out a lot.  I’ve tried it once and it all ended in a mess and I’d rather not get into it again, so please be able to respect that. 

If you write primarily on Discord in servers, that’s perfect!  And bonus points if you use tupperbox! 

OKAY!  I think I’m finally done rambling lmao, sorry about how long it turned.  If you’re at all interested please interact or simply add me on discord - toxicdeliquency 

Also, please introduce yourself and what fandom and/or pairing caught your eye instead of just a simple ‘hi’ message, it makes things much easier and less awkward haha.  Hope to hear from y’all! 

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 11

Loki/OFC Rated M (may go up to E in future chapters) Trigger Warnings: Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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Loki paced the confines of his bedroom, feeling as though he were back in his cell at the SHEILD facility. It was a more comfortable prison certainly, but he was no less trapped.

Which was completely absurd, considering that no mystical chains bound him. No lock kept him leaving his prison. No soldiers with advanced weaponry guarded him, ready to kill him upon the merest provocation. No, the sole thing keeping him penned in - in his own home! - was one very determined mortal woman, armed with nothing more than fierce determination and a demanding tongue.

He must be still suffering aftereffects of the Mind Stone, Loki decided. That was the only reason he could think of for why he had let Caroline order him around like she had.

She had met him at the tavern with a smile of satisfaction and a sled laden with packages. She had dismissed the idea of supper at the establishment, which Loki had thought an amazingly generous offer of him, considering they were fugitives from Earth's most well-equipped military force. After having a quick drink for the road, she had marched them out to trek back to the cabin. She had refused to either allow him to whisk away her purchases or even pull the overloaded sled, insisting that she was more than capable, thank you very much, and did not want him snooping through her bags.

Once back home, Loki had assumed that the ordeal of secrecy was over. Oh, had he been wrong! Caroline had peremptorily pointed towards the bedroom.

"Oh, are we retiring early," he had leered, trying to at least regain some sort of upper hand.

He didn't know why he bothered. He should have realized by now that the tactics that worked so well on every other human he encountered were of no good whatsoever used upon Caroline. She had rolled her eyes, pursed her lips, and insisted he stop trying to flirt at once. Really, for someone who purported to be interested in his self-esteem, the confounded woman did more than anyone he could think of to wound it!

"And just what do you expect me to do in there? Alone?" he had demanded, glaring at her.

"I don't know," she had retorted, glaring right back. "Perhaps you could find some way to unwind. You seem a little tense."

"And do you have any idea just how long I am in this enforced exile?" he could ignore suggestion every bit as well as she!

"I have quite a bit of work to do. I would say at least a few hours. You might try to get some rest, our event begins around midnight, if I have planned things right.

"Midnight! That is hours from now!"

"It will be later if I don't get started. The bedroom!"

Loki, much to his shock and dismay, had grumblingly walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. That had been hours ago! In the interim, he had heard all kinds of distressing noises. Loud banging, items being moved about, and on multiple occasions Caroline using language he would not have thought her capable of. Even Thor might have blanched at some of her more creative phrases. He had a sharp impulse to go to her aid, but he knew that he would not be greeted with the gratitude such an act should demand, and so he stayed in his room and sulked.

Eventually, as the moon rose and he became more agitated, Loki could smell a curious mixture of wood smoke and cooked meat. Oddly, it seemed to be coming not from under the door, but through the window. He had heard the kitchen door open and shut numerous times and wondered what in all the realms the mad woman could be doing. For a being who had lived for more than a century, Loki could not understand how a few measly hours could seem such an eternity.

Finally, when he was beginning to think that the Other's torture had been nothing in comparison to Carolines, a light tap on the door sounded tentatively.

"Enter," he all but yelled, ready to wrench the door open himself but determined to maintain some shred of his dignity.

Caroline opened the door with a face covered in a mixture of apprehension and excitement. She was wearing the large parka and a hat topped with a pompom and looked absolutely delightful.

"Okay, I think everything is ready," she told him, nervously shifting her weight from one foot onto the other. "Keep in mind that I only had so much to work with. I had to make substitutions, and in some cases I was only able to take a wild stab at what I thought would be right."

"Caroline, love," Loki made his voice very calm and very pleasant. "If you don't get out of the way and show me what you have done to my home, I will turn you into a bilgerat."

"I don't know what that is, but somehow I don't think I would like it," she said with a quirk of a smile.

"You would not," he agreed, taking a large step towards the door.

"Okay," she repeated, stepping aside so that he could exit, "but it's not inside your home. You have to come out back with me."

"More snowmen?" he asked, magicking on a coat and struggling to keep himself from running. "Do we now have a frozen army surrounding us?"

"Um, in a manner of speaking," she laughed nervously.

Loki shot her a look and made a bee line for the door. What had the girl done now?

Whatever he had been imagining, it was not what greeted his eyes. A large campfire had been built in the back yard, utilizing firewood from inside. A number of branches had been erected to form a frame from which hung a large kettle. The aroma that had seeped into his bedroom seemed to come from that, and he realized that he was ravenously hungry.

The cook fire was just the beginning of the site that met him, however. Three big fur pelts were laid out around the fire, and cups and bowls laid upon two of them.  On the third was some sort of projector, throwing an image in his direction. Turning, Loki saw a picture was being thrown up onto the side of the cabin. Blues, silvers, purples, all in various hues and shadings, formed a kaleidoscope of stunning beauty. There was an intricate pattern to the design, and his eye could almost catch out a deeper symbolism in the way the colors danced with each other.

Caroline pulled some sort of remote from her pocket and pressed a button on it, and a wall of music filled the night. The voices were low, below basso even, and melded together to suggest something deep and primal. It was a perfect counterpoint he realized to the light, outward searching pattern on the wall.

"What have you done?" he asked in a hushed voice.

"Mal tvir sign Konungr," her attempt at the old tongue was garbled, but endearingly so. "Welcome to your feast, Prince Loki."

Loki stared at her in confused disbelief. What was this? His confusion must have shown on his face, for Caroline took his hand and led him down to the furs. She sat on one, and then gestured impatiently for him to take the other.

"Caroline, what is all of this?" he asked carefully, not wanting to offend her when she had obviously gone to a huge amount of effort.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"I can hardly tell. The design on the cabin is breathtaking," he grasped at the first thing to truly take his breath away.

"That was what took most of my time today," she told him. "It would have been much easier with the internet. I took a photograph of the design, and then had the man in the art store turn it into a slide. There are a few others, but this was my favorite."

"It is beautiful," he agreed.

"I'm glad you like it, because getting it made so quickly was not cheap," she laughed. "Still, I wasn't sure when you would agree to go back, so I wanted it done today. I can be quite persuasive when I choose to be."

"I've noticed. There is an almost crystalline symmetry to it, while the colors also manage to evoke movement."

"It was originally painted onto snow, which accounts for some of the crystal pattern you are seeing," she sounded pleased.

"And the music?"

Caroline pulled a face and looked a bit guilty.

"There I had to use complete conjecture. This is a tape of monks chanting, throat singing they call it. Imagine voices like these, low and sonorous, but echoing off the walls of caves and underground lakes."

Loki could imagine it. The sound would be even deeper and more mysterious. He wished that he could hear it, but the song that Caroline had provided was itself somehow profound. He glanced over, still confused, and saw that she was taking a long pull from her cup. Following her lead, he lifted his own glass and took a swallow. The drink was fruity, but not overly sweet. Some sort of liquor gave it a fortifying base that sent a warmth through his body.

"Delicious."

"Another approximation on my part," she admitted. "But I think I have it about right, at least from my understanding of what I read."

"What you read where?" he was truly baffled.

"In the book you suggested."

"What book? I don't remember giving you something to read."

"When we were discussing Jotuns the other night. You suggested I read about them, so I did. The book on alien species was remarkably informative. This, everything around you, is based on a traditional Jotun victory feast."

Loki stared at her, a myriad of emotions vying for prominence within him. His first, bitter instinct was to reject it all instantly and storm inside in anger. He could feel himself begin to rise, and only barely managed restrain the impulse. It was the look on Caroline's face, hopeful and afraid at once, that kept him seated.

"Explain," he said as calmly as he could.

"The picture that you like so much, it was done by a Jotun artist named Alvtra. She was an artist of some renowned about five hundred years ago. She used dyes from the berries that grown underground in their mountain caves to stain the hard packed snow that covers the cliff sides. This one, I believe, represents ascension into the heavens after death. There were quite a few examples of her work, but as I said this was my favorite."

"A Frost Giant made this?" he asked, trying to get his mind around it.

"It is only one of their art forms, if the most celebrated. They also weave beautiful tapestries from the wool of some animal that roams Jotunheimen. I didn't quite have time to replicate that. The singing is the Midgard equivalent of the chanting of their priests. They have extensive singing, both for rites and for entertainment. It is mostly them males that perform in gatherings, as lower voices are considered the pinnacle of the art, but females will sing amongst themselves, or to pass the time."

"They sing?" his brain seemed to be malfunctioning, as he could only manage the stupidest questions.

"They do. In fact, the book even mentioned that Jotun women sometimes have been known to choose a mate solely on his musical ability. Tell me Loki, do you sing?"

"From time to time," he answered honestly, barely catching the lame teasing she attempted. "Why Caroline? This must have taken hours of work. In fact, I know it did, I could hear you for most of it. Why did you do this?"

"I wanted you to see that, even if you are half or even all Frost Giant, that doesn't have to be a bad thing. There is beauty in the Jotun world if you bother to look for it, just as there is in Asgard or Earth, or anywhere else. You don't have to let the prejudice of where you grew up blind you to that. I'm not saying that Frost Giants are all good, but nor are they all bad. They are what we all are - a messy mixture of the two."

"You did this for me?" he stared from the projection to the fire to the woman sitting on the opposite fur, looking tiny and vulnerable in her giant coat.

"I wanted you to see the beauty in your ancestry, so that you could see the beauty in yourself that I see."

Loki stared at her for a moment more, and then leaned forward and kissed her.

***

She could not remember ever being so nervous in her life. Whenever Caroline got an idea, it inevitably took over her brain until she had to act on it. When she read the information on Frost Giants, she had realized instantly that Loki would never have read it. If he had, it was probably because some pedantic teacher in his past had made them do so, only to scoff it off as Jotun propaganda.

She had dearly wanted to make him look deeper, to make him think beyond the slogans that had been fed to him as child and see what the other side might hold. Perhaps, if she could get him to see that the species were not mindless, soulless beasts, he might begin to see his own worth.

The pictures of the art on the snow cliff walls had been her first idea. She had hoped that she might have a reproduction made full size, or at least wall sized, that she might gift to Loki for his home. His resistance to internet had thwarted this idea, and though she had understood his caution, it had made things more difficult.

Putting on her problem-solving hat, she had come up with the idea of the projection. When she finally got Loki to provide her a list of stores, and amazingly there was an art shop included, she had gotten her first sense of victory.

The feast idea had come next. There had not been a ton to do since they had arrived wherever in remote Scandinavia Loki had absconded with her, but they had each managed to make a decent meal for each other. It was such fundamental welcoming part of every society that she knew of it just made sense that the Jotuns would have some version of it.

Going back to the book, she had found that they did indeed have a traditional feast that was described in some detail. After a successful hunt or battle, the Frost Giants would celebrate with a midnight feast held under the stars. She didn't know what the animal they ate actually tasted like, but in the picture, it looked remarkably like a moose. She had never cooked moose before, but the man in the butcher shop had been very helpful with suggestions for spices and vegetables to pair with it. The traditional drink had been more up her alley, mixing berries with a rich port like wine.

The final touch had been when she found the cd of the Tibetan throat singers at the counter in the artist's shop. There was nowhere in town that sold a cd player, but the art shop owner had seen the amount of money she had shelled out for the slides and helpfully offered to sell her his own old cd player for an exorbitant amount of money. Considering she had an actual prince footing the bill, she decided to go for it.

The work in setting it all up had been good, since it kept her too busy to think. She was terrified, once she succeeded in pestering Loki into taking her and then lugging it all back to the cabin again. Now that the challenge of all that was over, what if he hated it? What if sent him spiraling back into another suicidal downturn? Nothing in her professional training had prepared her for dealing with alien races, and she was going far beyond her usual methods of therapy.

Truth be told, she had long since stopped thinking Loki as a patient. He was so more than that to her, not that patients were unimportant. He had become a friend, a remarkably close friend in a shockingly short space of time. Caroline had always been a woman who trusted her instincts, and her instincts told her that Loki was someone she wanted, perhaps even needed in her life. He made her feel more alive than she had realized she could feel. She just wanted to give him some of that back.

And so, when he stepped out the back door and saw her handiwork, she had been filled with panic. What if he hated it? What if he sent her away? Back to SHIELD perhaps. She had no more than a vague idea of where they were, she could hardly lead his enemies here before he could jump to another location, perhaps one in another galaxy. If not that, he could just hop somewhere else himself, leaving her in the relative safety of their present location to fend for herself. He had made it clear that he did not want to discuss his Jotun heritage, and here she was rubbing his face in it.

His reaction to the art had been heartening. She tried to draw it out of him, wanting him to comit to appreciating it before telling him its origins. She thought that she was succeeding, he certainly seemed taken to it. The music was a bit less of a sure thing, but he also appeared to like the wine.

But eventually, the truth had to be told, otherwise what was the purpose to the whole endeavor? She saw him start to rise when she admitted the whole, and for a moment thought her worst fears were about to be realized. She had stepped too far, pushed him too hard too fast. When he had remained to question her further, she had known a moment of pure joy.

Or at least, she had thought that was joy. It certainly seemed so at the time. He was there still, what more could she possibly want? A question that was answered only moments later, when Loki leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

She had imagined it countless times. How he would taste, if he would be playful or passionate. She had never imagined he would be tentative. A brief moment his lips met hers, and then he was pulling back, eyes full of uncertainty.

"I am sorry, Caroline," he said, worry clouding his velvet voice. "I did not mean to presume, to trespass. If you prefer, I can move to the other side of the fire."

Caroline's eyes widened at the deference in this God as he anxiously played with his hand. Emotion welled within her, almost too much to contain inside. Reaching out, as she had yearned to do so many times before, she curled her fingers into his long hair, darker than the sky above them, and brought his head back to hers.

This time the kiss held no hesitation. After a startled half beat, Loki gave a soft gasp and reached out to pull her into him. His tongue swiped across the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth to him, letting out small mewling sound as he dipped within. As she kissed him back, following his lead by beginning to explore him with her own tongue, Caroline felt Loki lay her back, joining her to lie on the soft pelts she had bought at the supply store.

Her coat was open somehow, he must have worked the zipper while she was distracted with his kisses, and Loki's hand, large and strong, was mapping out her body, filling her with more than enough warmth to make up for the increased exposure. His kisses moved away from her mouth, causing her some disappointment, until she felt them trail down her neck and back up again, making her shiver with something other than cold.

"My darling, dearest Caroline," he whispered hoarsely in her ear. "I do not deserve you."

"You do," she said, shaking her head as much as she could while he nibbled at her neck. "Loki, you deserve so much."

"Say that I might have you, and I will be satisfied for now," he chuckled.

"You... you may," she panted out, feeling desire pool in her core. "I want you so much."

"Excellent," he smiled, kissing her lips once more deeply before sitting back up.

"Loki?" she asked uncertainly, terrified for a moment that this had all been some cruel form of revenge.

"Eat up, darling," he smiled at her with a wink, ladling some of the moose stew into her bowl. "You will be needing all of your strength soon."

"But..."

"Yes?"

"The food could wait," she suggested, reddening at her own desperation.

"Oh no, my dearest. Not when you went to so much trouble. Besides, you made me wait for quite some time this evening. I believe it is my turn."

Caroline made a choking sound as looked at his evil, mischievous grin.

"Don't worry," he whispered, leaning close and chewing a bit on her ear, "I promise, I will make it worth the wait for both of us."

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