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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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The Raven Haired Rebel

Chapter 1

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: After invading New York, it was decided that, as a punishment, Loki would work for SHIELD. Yeah, right. After escaping from their custody and stranded on Midgard, the God of Mischief decides to prove he’s the one thing no one ever thought he was: the good guy. Now a vigilante, Loki attempts to make amends for his past wrongdoings while also evading the Avengers, including their newest member. You. Brought in specially for the case, you notice more and more details about the prince’s story don’t add up. When you get the chance to turn him in, will you listen to your employers or your heart that believes Loki’s done nothing wrong? Chapter Summary: In which you plead Loki’s case. Chapter Warnings: none A/N: Besides this being a miniseries, all the chapters are pretty short too! Hope you enjoy all the same :)

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Swiping into Avengers Tower made you feel important, more so than swiping into a SHIELD base. You weren’t exactly sure why, though. Perhaps it was because SHIELD was a secret, and no one knew. Here, the passerby on the street looked on in awe. Or maybe it was because the Tower was so elite. Because so select few got to enter. But really, it probably wasn’t that you got to enter so much as why you got to enter.

True, since your first day on the job, word got around that you were the best in your field. Fast as lightning, you’d risen through the ranks to be Fury’s top tracker, a position all but secured when he brought you on for this case. A case, you knew, that intrigued you far more than it should have.

Just like everyone else had on that day a little over three months ago, you watched the TV with rapt attention as gods and superheroes made themselves known to the world. And, you supposed, supervillains too. Not that you’d told anyone, but something didn’t quite sit right with you in the weeks after when news anchors and colleagues alike were referring to the raven haired god as such.

For the next three days, you’d pored over books of Norse Mythology and a number of studies. Most of the latter coming from one Dr. Jane Foster, who you soon came to link with Thor. But even there you found a disconnect between the god of legends and the bloodied man on your screen. He never really did have malicious intent before. He was a trickster, yes, but he’d not even come close to doing something this drastic before! Ok, yes, there was his involvement in Ragnarök in the myths, but even for that you’d found multiple sources that could debunk it. Besides, it certainly didn’t seem like Asgard had even faced the end times yet.

Alas, you figured Thor knew his brother, and you had your own case to work on, so you let be the mystery that was Loki.

And then you were called into Fury’s office a week ago and asked to begin tracking the god. A bit too eagerly, you’d agreed to take the case. You’d dealt with villains before, truly evil people, and your search only further proved what deep down you already knew; Loki was not one. Everywhere you followed his trail, a mysterious savior was stopping bank robberies and saving people from burning buildings and runaway trains. Not to mention there were multiple descriptions of said savior using green magic. It seemed a wonder that the tracker in the case before you hadn’t noticed. Then again, people tend to only see what they want to.

Regardless, you made your way to the elevators, heading toward the conference room on one of the upper floors. You tapped your foot as it ascended, impatient to share your findings. As the lift stopped and you got out, you tugged on your leather jacket. It was ever so slightly too big, but it was on sale. Plus, you felt like it looked pretty cool, considering your job and all. Subconsciously, you puffed up your chest a bit too. Regardless of actual size, you felt like a petite little thing, stepping into a room of now renowned heroes. Strange, you thought, how so much could change in just three months.

“You know, I got to get me one of those,” said the man suddenly keeping pace next to you. You quickly identified him as Tony Stark.

“I... Pardon?” you replied, slightly startled.

“Your jacket,” he said, pointing at it. “I feel like the leather will match the whole rugged good-guy, vibe. Besides, I think Capsicle’s got one.”

You chuckled at that. “Maybe we should just make it the team uniform then.”

“Team, huh? So you must be that new tracker kid we’re working with.”

“I’d hardly call myself a kid,” you scoffed.

“When you get to be as rich as I am, you get to call everyone a kid,” Tony shrugged.

“I’m not exactly sure that’s how it works, but whatever you say, I guess,” you chuckled again.

“See, now if everyone would just adopt that mindset, we’d get stuff done a lot faster around here.” He quickly signed something that was brought up to him on a clipboard, never stopping. You wondered how long he could keep up like this before collapsing. “Besides, take it as a compliment. That last tracker was some fuddy-duddy old guy.”

“Fuddy-duddy?” you guffawed. “Maybe you’re the old one, after all.”

Tony feigned like he’d been struck in the heart. But before you could keep up the banter, you reached the conference room, and Steve was waving you inside.

“Stark,” he said with a nod. “Are you ready to begin or are you going to keep distracting our new teammate?”

“Aye aye, Captain,” he said with a little salute. “Reporting for duty.”

You mouthed a sorry as you followed Stark into the room. Even if the rest of them turned out to be hard-asses, at least Tony was fun. And having one ally was better than none, you figured. As you took your seat across from your new friend, you flipped through the file that had been left for you. It wasn’t really anything new, so you glanced at your teammates again. Nat and Clint both nodded at you, recognizing you from a couple other missions you’d interacted during. There wasn’t really any time to talk, however, before Captain Rogers was walking to the head of the long table.

“Alright, team. Before we get started, I think it’s worth mentioning we have a new member on the team,” Steve said, before welcoming you by name. “I think we’re all caught up on the situation here, so let’s dive right in. A new trend has shown up in the Tower’s data mining.”

“Data analysis,” Tony butt in. “It sounds more ethical that way.”

“Whatever you want to call it, the program showed that wherever Loki goes, there’s a spike in activity of an organization calling themselves AIM. At first glance they seem innocent, but after some digging, we’ve found they’re anything but. We’ve determined Loki is working with them, perhaps even masterminding some of their more underground projects. Agent? Can we assume you found the same things?”

“Uh, yeah, no. Actually, my data shows the opposite,” you cleared your throat. Standing, you slid the information from your tablet onto the room’s TV screen. “See, it seems that he’s actually doing good deeds. There are multiple accounts of a man fitting Loki’s description performing heroic works.”

“Ok, I’ll bite,” Tony said, leaning forward. “What about AIM then? You think it’s a coincidence.”

You bit your lip. “I’ll admit, I haven’t found anything about them yet. But... maybe, just maybe, Loki’s showing up where they are because he’s trying to stop them.”

“I am so sorry to interrupt, but that does not sound like the Loki I know at all,” Thor laughed. “A wonderful joke, though.”

Now you were getting mad. You shouldn’t be, but you saw something worth defending in Loki. A lot, actually. There was something about that look in his eye that you couldn’t quite read, but it was telling you something was wrong all the same.

“That’s not fair! Maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought. Look at this,” you said, swiping to show a side by side of Loki during and after the fight. “You can see it by the look on his face; something was seriously wrong during the battle. Plus, I’ve seen videos of him when he first came; he was not alright. Afflicted with severe anxiety and what looks like burn marks, I’d say. He needed help.”

“With all due respect,” Clint chimed in, “aren’t your a tracker, not a psychologist?”

“Yes, but as such I’ve been trained to look at all the details. Not just what’s convenient.”

“Listen,” Steve sighed before things got any more heated. “It’s a great theory and all, but you read Thor’s account of everything that happened before this. So, until we get some solid evidence proving otherwise, we’re going to have to stick with what we already know. We’ll put a pin in the AIM thing until you can take a look, though. Ok?”

“Ok,” you agreed, defeatedly taking your seat again.

You looked around the table. Natasha and Bruce, the only two who hadn’t said anything, both looked kind of pensive. Alright, maybe bewildered was the better word for Bruce. He was smart, no doubt about it, but you got the impression he wasn’t very good in social settings. Then there was Clint and Thor, both who seemed a little skeptical of you. At least Thor seemed to be considering his brother’s innocence at least a little. Steve was a bit more unreadable as he continued to prattle on about what you already “knew” for the case. And then there was Tony, who seemed more impressed than anything else. He, at least, had seemed to genuinely consider what you said. Perhaps he still was.

“The best way to solve this,” Steve closed his spiel, “is to bring him in. Agent, have you located him yet?”

You sighed. Deeply. It shouldn’t be this much of a struggle to present your findings. You’d had no trouble speaking on his behalf. Yet a part of you—an alarmingly large part, you realized—didn’t want to turn him in. But who were you to ignore direct orders?

“Yup,” you conceded, pulling up a map with a blinking red dot, marking Loki’s location.

“Well then, team,” Steve said to the group. “Let’s roll out.”

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mornyavie · 3 years

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Glossary of references in The Bifrost Incident

It’s Very Long and yet also not really complete. If there are any questions / clarifications I can add, or I’ve messed anything up and need to fix it, let me know!

The tl;dr is that nearly every word in the album draws from either Norse mythology or the Lovecraft / Cthulhu mythos, directly or indirectly.

@moony221b here’s that glossary that I promised forever and a day ago.

Edit: I decided to create this document of annotations (x). Lyrics taken from Genius; I’m not totally sure how accurate they are, but hopefully they help get the point across! Again, questions and complaints both welcome.

Arcomba

I can’t find anything on this, would be interested if someone knows.

Asgard

One of the Nine Worlds, specifically the one where most of the Æsir (the subset of gods most associated with humans, including the well-known ones like Thor and Odin) live.

Thus Asgard is the planet on which the most powerful inhabitants of the Yggdrasil system, and those named after the gods, are found (though the subjugation / colonization relationship does not exist in myth).

Azathoth

This one’s from Lovecraft; Azathoth is the greatest of the Outer Gods, often served and worshiped by other gods themselves. Often described as mad, a demon, a sultan, or putting it all together as the Mad Demon Sultan. Resides at “the center of the universe,” where he appears as some sort of vast, amorphous, bubbling, roiling mass of “nuclear chaos.” (Nuclear probably refers to center, not nuclear power, which didn’t really exist when this was written). Servants about him play drums and flutes.

Mentioned briefly as the train travels through the Bifrost and into his realm, and a lot of the narration in those few verses draws directly from Lovecraft’s descriptions.

Baldur

The god of light and beloved by all, Baldr was killed by Loki in his final betrayal of the gods. After the murder Loki was tracked down and imprisoned, and will escape at the start of Ragnarok. In particular, Loki used a spear made of mistletoe... or, in the album, missile two. And tricked another god into throwing it, which I think is mimicked in the distance and impersonality of the crime. Look up more of his story if you want, it’s interesting and important, but that’s the relevant info here.

Bifrost

The rainbow bridge that the gods use to travel between worlds.

Which is, of course, directly analogous to the wormhole-ish extradimensional-ish space of “shifting, undulating hues” through which the train travels.

Edda

The Prose Edda and the Poetic Edda are the names given to two pieces of literature that are most people’s main source for Norse mythology. The Prose Edda was written by Snorri Sturluson around 1200 to teach his (mostly Christian) contemporaries about the mythology and mythological references that made up a big chunk of Norse literature. The Poetic Edda is a set of poems that serve as a major source for Norse tales.

This is partially just a way to connect our hero Lyfrassir Edda to the Norse traditions, but also definitely a reference to their (presumed) role as the main “recorder” and source of information to get out of the Yggdrasil system.

Fate

Honestly the way the Mechanisms deal with fate in general is very interesting and arguably sometimes quite Nordic... but in particular, Bifrost Incident references fate or destiny a number of times and features a number of situations where the outcome is fixed and can’t be changed, but you have to fight anyways: “Killing me won’t save your world” “I don’t care” or how Loki and Sigyn can’t stop the train, but can only delay it. A lot of Norse tragedy revolves around people heading into battle knowing that they’re doomed and fighting anyways, or around the cycle of conflict that marked the cultural requirements for avenging insults. And the myth cycle is notable for the fact that the gods know, explicitly, exactly what Ragnarok is, what’s going to happen, and how they’re going to die, but will fight in it anyways.

Inevitability and helplessness in the face of what you can’t possibly understand, let alone fight, which is a depiction slightly sideways of the Nordic version, are very Lovecraftian themes.

Fenrir

A wolf, child of Loki and father of Skoll and Hati, who was chained by the gods (particularly by Tyr, who placed his hand in the wolf’s mouth as “hostage” to assure him they would unchain him later, and lost the hand). He will break free at Ragnarok to join the battle against them and kill Odin.

With his association with monsters and with Loki, it’s fairly clear why he was aligned with the resistance movement. He’s serving “five life sentences” as a reference to his being chained, and the whole motif of the train’s journey being hijacked for a prison break certainly references the various characters who will be freed or break free as Ragnarok begins.

Frey

The brief reference of Frey being killed by the raging fire of the sun, with “no weapon, no defense,” is a direct translation of the god’s role in Ragnarok, when he will be killed by Surtr. Frey gave away his sword for the opportunity to woo his eventual wife, and so will be armed only with a stag’s antlers in his final combat. Also called Freyr.

Freya (“weeps tears of red-gold”)

Like her brother Frey (and yeah, these names get confusing), Freya is associated with harvest and fertility, though unlike him she also gets battle. In the song she weeps red-gold tears at the death of her husband Odr, which in myth she is said to do when her husband is absent. Also called Freyja.

Garm

Garm is another wolf, who guards Hel’s gates. He also breaks free at Ragnarok, and his howling heralds its coming. As in the album, he will fight and kill Tyr. Also called Garmr.

Hati

There’s a lot of wolves in Norse mythology. This one is a child of Fenrir. He chases the moon across the sky, and will swallow it when Ragnarok comes.

Mentioned briefly only as one of the resistance members on the train.

Heimdall

Heimdall is the watchman of the gods, with keen eyes and foresight, and guards the Bifrost as the entrance to Asgard. He will blow his horn to summon the gods to the final battle during Ragnarok, and he and Loki will kill one another. Also called Heimdallr; you’re probably noticing a pattern. It’s a grammar thing.

Mentioned as guarding the train and “doing his part.” His dying screams initiate the train’s destruction and echo throughout it, which presumably recalls the horn thing.

Hel

Another daughter of Loki, and, as the name will imply to English speakers, a guardian of the dead. She refuses to give Baldur back to the world of the living after Loki kills him. Also the name of the realm in which she resides, and to which go those who die of disease or old age. Doesn’t necessarily have the same bad-punishment connotation as modern Hell. I don’t know whether there’s any indication of what she herself is doing in Ragnarok, but many of her people and associates are certainly fighting against the gods, and I’m fairly certain the ship Naglfar, which carries Loki and his allies to Ragnarok, sets sail from Hel.

Hel as a prison colony clearly references the various characters the gods have chained or otherwise imprisoned (though, in myth, not all within Hel) as well as her alignment with “other side” during Ragnarok, and the jailbreak the resistance members are planning recalls the breaking of all these bonds as Ragnarok begins.

Hoddmimis

The woods in which Líf and Lífþrasir (see Lyfrassir) will shelter to survive Ragnarok and the various disasters accompanying it.

So, good news! We can be marginally assured of Lyfrassir’s survival after taking shelter at the mining-colony of Hoddmimis.

Jormungandr

The world serpent, which lives in the seas and encircles the earth. Will arise during Ragnarok, causing great floods, and fight Thor; Thor will slay the serpent, but in turn the serpent’s poison will cause his death, after he staggers “nine steps back.”

Thor’s fight with Odin-turned-serpent is pretty clearly analogous to this, especially the taking nine steps to the window before destroying it with his hammer, resulting in both their deaths. I don’t think there’s any mythological basis to Odin turning into the serpent, though

Kvasir (“blood drained out”)

Kvasir was a very wise man/god and the originator of poetry. I’m leaving out a fair amount of his birth and life; the important information here is that two dwarves who were jealous of his knowledge tricked him, killed him, drained his blood, and mixed it with honey to make mead. Any who drank of the mead gained the gift of poetry / scholarship; eventually the gods stole it.

I’m not sure if there’s a reason they decided to specifically describe him as a resistance member, but there’s a clear parallel in Kvasir’s blood being drained and used to power the train, especially with the language of glyphs and sigils providing power.

Loki

Ah, Loki. Male in the general canon, though not without genderbending (he turns into a mare and gives birth to Fenrir, Hel, and Jormungandr, for instance). Inasmuch as the Norse myths we have can be organized into a “chronology,” you could do it (in my opinion) along Loki’s path from a mostly benevolent trickster god whose antics occasionally cause trouble to a genuinely malevolent figure. Associated with wit, magic, and trickery. Despite how modern lore (I suspect influenced by Marvel) often portrays Thor and Loki as brothers and children of Odin, in the myth Loki and Odin are bonded as blood-brothers. But Loki also often appears alongside Thor. As mentioned, parent of three of the main figures of Ragnarok. In the “final” myth, he jealously arranges the death of the god Baldr, who was loved by all; then he appears at a feast, where he exchanges insults with the other gods. This is the last straw; they capture him and chain him to a stone, over which they tie a serpent. Venom drips from the serpent’s fangs, causing him great agony. His wife Sigyn stays by his side, catching the venom in a bowl, but when she is forced to leave for a moment to dump it out his thrashing causes earthquakes. He will break free at the start of Ragnarok and sail to Asgard, where he and Heimdall will kill each other.

Hopefully that’s enough to give you a good background for Loki’s role in the album... it’s pretty clear why she’s framed as the opposition to the gods and the “leader” of the resistance movement, as a call to her role in Ragnarok. Her association with magic and trickery make sense for her being the “expert” in the twisted Lovecraftian “science” that produces the train. It also parallels her role in myth; her actions often get the gods into trouble, but they just as often need her wit and knowledge to get them out of it, as Odin needs her knowledge despite her taking action to destroy the train. And the setup at the end - drip, drip, drip, her face twisted in pain, her wife beside her, her “release” heralding the end of the world - precisely echoes the language of her bondage in myth; though her mind-destroying imprisonment by Odin also invokes this.

Lovecraft(ian)

A highly influential horror writer from the early 20th century. He’s largely credited with the creation of the creation of the “cosmic horror” genre, a type of horror which emphasises a vast, unknowable, uncaring universe against which we cannot hope to even begin to fight. His ideas and the gods / demons / creatures he created form the basis of the “Cthulhu mythos” or even “Lovecraft mythos,” which today is a sort of standard set of assumptions on which writers can build. Lovecraftian themes of apocalypse, inevitability, and powerlessness are highly prevalent in the album. Several of the gods in this mythos are used; in particular, Yog-Sothoth (see below). Also, a lot of the general description (madness, roiling chaos, undulating colors) draws from his distinctive vocabulary that remains staple of the genre. It’s worth noting that Lovecraft was a horrible and very racist person, but the genre today is widely used by people who are not terrible.

Lyfrassir

Líf and Lífþrasir in Norse mythology are the two humans who will survive Ragnarok and rebuild humanity; a hopeful sign for our album’s protagonist!

Midgard

In Norse mythology, the “middle” world where humans live. Earth.

Nagthrod

I don’t know this one.

@acorn-mushroom pointed out that it may be a mis-transcription of Naglfar, the name of the (ocean) ship which will carry Loki and his followers from the shores of Hel to the battlefield at Ragnarok. It’s made of dead men’s nails.

Odin

The king of the gods in Norse mythology. As the god of both wisdom and madness, Odin’s role in the album as a researcher and technological ruler whose discoveries drive her slowly mad is both very Lovecraftian and a reasonable leap. I could say a lot about the figure of Odin, but I think this character is one of the most divergent from the myth, in detail if not in role.

Odr

Óðr is Freya’s husband.

Outer gods

A Lovecraft thing referring to several of the most horrible and powerful gods, including Yog-Sothoth.

Ragnarok

The apocalypse, basically, in Norse mythology. Proceeded by various catastrophes, especially a very long winter, mentioned in the album, culminating in a great battle between the gods and their enemies, and resulting in the death of the majority of gods and other creatures of the world.

Ratatosk

A squirrel who runs up and down Yggdrasil, carrying messages between some of the tree’s other inhabitants and sowing discord. The Ratatosk Express links the worlds of the Yggdrasil System, and causes “discord” in the resistance’s opposition to it.

Sigyn

Loki’s wife. See Loki for her role in his imprisonment.

Skoll

Sköll in Norse mythology is the wolf that chases and will someday eat the sun. Association with Fenrir (another wolf) and other monsters motivates his inclusion in the list of resistance members.

Thor

A Norse god, associated with war, lightning/thunder, strength, and in general sort of... common people, as opposed to Odin’s association with kings and royalty. Prone to anger, which makes sense with his depiction as a volatile military leader in the album. He is heavily associated with his hammer mjölnir, hence jokes about “throwing a hammer in the works” and whatnot. Often associates with Loki, both as friends and as enemies as Loki progresses from a mostly-harmless trickster to actively opposing the other gods; thus how in the album he and Loki were once friends. See above for his death fighting Jormungandr.

Tyr

Another Norse god associated with war. He sacrificed a hand to bind Fenrir, and will be killed by Garmr during Ragnarok, both events referenced in the album.

Yggdrasil

The world-tree of Norse mythology, which supports the nine worlds of the cosmology.

Yog-Sothoth

An Outer God of Lovecraftian mythos; also called the Gate and Key. It is associated as sort of the substance of time and space, binding together the cosmos. A lot of the description during the Ragnarok sequences draws directly from the “canonical” descriptions of this deity, and the invocation spoken by Lyfrassir in Red Signal draws from a story about this creature, The Case of Charles Dexter Ward.

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steven-witha-vee · 3 years

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Summary:

' I have lost a brother, and gained an enemy.

How is this fair?

How is this trial?

You’re all I’ve ever wanted:

All. '

Warnings: Angst / brotherly feels - One shot

Pairing: Thor x Loki

Authors Notes: I'm bringing this back in the hopes of refreshing some of my works from a03 on here for inspiration!

This fic is from 2013, so please pardon the dust as I begin my writing anew. It's set sometime before The Dark World and a little after the ending of the first Avengers film.

The winding hallway panned out before Thor, stunted rays of golden light feathered in from the windowed rooms beyond the halls stone walled confines. As he strode down them, Mjolnir loosely in his grip, there was no hesitation in the blonde’s step. No disconcertion or doubt or regret in his wake. No pride or pity. No punishment lay in wait for the actions to be brought forth in the once God-turned-King. He should have been busying himself with other issues. Other concerns. The trial awaited him, awaited them both. Just two days. Two. The thought ripped a low growl from the Norse God, causing him to pause in mid-step. No one else had faith in Thors’ cause. In his request upon he and Loki’s return to Asguard many had advised Thor against any further involvement, against trying to save a soul destined for self-destruction and exile. Hard-headed oaf. Numb-skulled quim. Stubborn and stupid. Loki himself would have spoken those names aloud should he had heard of his brothers faith in him, surely. Of his brothers sole calling of the moment—his burden to bear. It had always, in short, been the younger boy. The now war-criminal-trickster-turned -prisoner with the serpent green hues and Cheshire grin: that was Thor’s weakness. The man who was still very much still just a wounded boy needing protection. Protection only a brother could provide. It sickened Thor to think that somehow he had failed. Somewhere along the lines he had simply not been enough. With Loki in lock down on the home front, all should have been over with, calmed; but Thor was at more of a conflict with himself than ever before. He had thought his brother dead. Thought his younger half lost, and in some way it had been easier. To not see your failures, see your mistakes and your undoing to be done—it had been…an ignorant bliss to the blonde. But like a ghost, very much so, Loki had returned. Captured, beaten, broken as he was, but very much alive he remained. Remained like some pent up diseased leper, hidden within the confines of his once home. More responsibility, more burdens would fall upon our dear Asguardian King-to-be yet, however. It was clear in the Norse Gods appearance. He had lost a bit of his bulk personality-wise; his swaying ways, his poise of sorts. He remained quiet oddly, on most days, in dinner and in conversation. The rest of the Warriors had the courtesy to pay no mind, to follow their King with understanding and faith—but the toll it took had grown in the past weeks since Thor's return. Faith was being questioned, doubted—and Thor knew he was walking a thin line for all. He couldn’t bring himself to care. There was a task at hand he needed to fulfill to right himself. To right Asguard as a whole. In his mind he had let his brother fall to this shame, this sickness and insanity; Thor would have to lay him out before the court for his criminal war-crimes, let all that should be and will be simply…exist. Thor could not simply give in like such. He was an Odinson. A warrior under all pretenses of the name. He would fight—fight for the name whispered in the nights alongside laughter and musings as children. Fight for the name called out across training fields and slurred lovingly within merry drunken comedies. Loki. For Loki he would fight. His boots clattered against the tile floors as his worn steps dragged along—heavy, burdened. Alone he had gone, down into the depths of the holding cells that existed deep within the Asguardian castle-like walls. Alone Thor had decided that not all was lost. Lost. Misguided. That is how he chose to think of his little brother. His responsibility. Alone he had thought. Alone he had fought for the smaller male’s freedom. Alone he would forever be on his fight. The blonde Norse God was clad in very little, considering the occasion. A simple vest, studded with a stainless steel Armadillo-reminiscent war-wear chain mail. Grey. Dark. Cold. Almost colorless was the Gods golden frame and demeanor. Even his glacier hues and luminescent locks had somehow faded in the days passed since. Thor

turned toward a gold pleated frame. Cherry-wood graced the lining of the cell, vibrant and daring—fitting for such a prisoner. Prisoner. No, fitting—in fact—for his brother. A Prince. An heir. An Odinson. Thor flicked his hand over the lock of the room, the lavish cage that held his other. The key at his throat was heavy in sudden. The God clenched his jaw, ripping the thin lanyard from his throat and unlatching the series of barriers holding him from the sight he longed to see. — The room was encased to ensure that no amount of magic or trickery sustained within its walls could ever break free. A sad, sad sight in the face of Loki Laufeyson, to say the least. The muzzle around his jaw had been drawn far too tight. The metal clenched his mouth shut in an unbreakable, painful hold. He had tasted the metallic tinges of blood here and there during his arrival. He longed to speak; to burn, insult and strike with the power of his elements. A muzzle. Infuriating, it was. Like a domesticated animal to be trained—subjugated—taught its place. On Midguard at least he could be revered, even in his hiding. Here he was caged. Here he was the enemy—the freak—the traitor and the disease on a Kingdoms perfection. The raven haired Odinson arched his aching back at the foot of his bed, chains rattling on his connected wrists at the motion. The sound echoed out across the room, his cell, his prison. He refused to let himself enjoy any of the luxuries Thor had ordered to him. Refused to sleep on the silken sheets laid out for him. Refused to dress himself in anything other than his tattered green and gold war-wear. This room--a damned extravagance--was insulting to the Jotun born sorcerer. He would have rather a traitors cell. A barred cage. The trickster gave his shackles a small shake, the ringing remaining always in his ears. He pulled at the rings, feeling the vibration against his ankles and against his chamber bed. Like a dog. Like a damned animal. A soft hiss broke through his lips, stinging with the friction the metal springs and guiding that held his mouth shut, gave. The younger mans’ slender frame rippled, anger growing once more. He was not yet defeated. He refused to let himself remain at the hands of the All-Father and Thor. A small smirk perked up on the Gods lips at the thought of his not-brother. The Would-be and should-be King exiled, brought back, and forgiven. Yes, Loki knew Thor would be King. After his trial, after the ashes cleared from the air and Loki’s name no longer burdened his families…Thor would take the title like he should have, leaving Loki like he’d always been—Second best. Never to be an equal. A soft whirl of fresh air blew around the trickster and he sat down beside the towering end-board of his bed. The door of his ‘cell’ revealed a flicker of light, cut off by a towering form with hues so opposing to his own. Loki’s teeth ground tighter; more metal slipping in at the corners of his mouth, the younger Prince’s expression remained stoic. His tongue shifted against his canines. How he longed to speak, to thank his dear not-brother for the visit—nearly three weeks into his confinement. Thor truly knew how to show his affection, did he not? But Loki had waited. He had known his other would come for him in the end, as always. — Loki’s cypress greens flashed with a silver edge as he watched the blonde shut the door behind him, observing the soft ‘click’ of the locks sliding back into their place. Smart boy, the trickster mused in his thoughts. Seems like the standing of our trust runs both ways, Thor. Thor slipped the key into the joint of his hip beneath his tight combat pant waistband. His eyes steadied themselves on the sight before him, no hesitance, no bracing. His steps were soft as he set Mjolnir down on the bedside before Loki, kneeling, examining. The smell of food met his sense, bitter and aged. He caught sight of the rotting plate and sighed. Loki was known for going weeks without food, pent up in the library or the study among his books, but his other looked ill now.

Deathly so. Loki’s sharp cheekbones had hallowed. They sat like near razors pent up beneath his porcelain flesh. The raven haired man before Thor looked up to him with darkening eyes. Stains of purple and grey mottled his eyes in slight. Weeks. It had been weeks since their return. Thor had come late to his brothers side, he knew, and judging from the seething flickers in Loki’s glance, he did too. But there had been much to calm on the front…including his own mind. He could not have helped Loki then. He could barely help himself. Thor slipped a finger along the curve of Loki’s jaw, causing the trickster to jerk back out of instinct. “I mean you no harm, brother.” Thor hushed him, trying to hide the pain in his rejection with a low growl. His voice was worn, his expression even more so--much to the amusement of his other. The blonde ran the pad of his index over the soft metallic clutch that held the jaw confinement in place and pressed down. Loki bit back a hiss at the pressure caused. A muffled curse flew from him at the sensation of the metal fixings biting into the corners of his mouth. The coils unraveled in agonizing slow, the pressure releasing him from its hold. His jaw pushed forward as the binding slipped from him. The Jotun sorcerer let his head lull back for a moment, licking the trickling blood from his lips as a rumbled laugh escaped his bruised lips; candy-apple red they were, even in the dim lighting. ”And I suppose that was your peace offering, Thor? A bit of freedom for the Jotun-freak, hmm?” Loki rose his shackled wrists up, stroking the bruising settling in on his cheeks. “If you were expecting my gratitude,” He continued, slender fingers rounding his chin. “I assure you--you will get none.” A smile played on the tricksters lips, small, almost innocent. His eyes flashed once more. Brightening. ”I do not expect that from you. Not after the weeks of confinement you-” “Ah, yes. Weeks.” Loki straightened himself with a cough. “All the while the rest of the Kingdom and you, may I remind, went about their ways; celebrating and cheering on the soon-to-be-Kings coming reign and his war criminal catch.” There was no pause, no room for Thor to speak as Loki continued, chin tilting up, expression curious. “Surely this visit can not be consensual, not-brother?” A sneer ended his sentence as he lean back against the bed. Thor stifled a recoil at his brothers words. Not-brother? It should have been expected, but that did not soften the blow the God of thunder felt in his chest. The restriction of his breath was small, but he knew visible all the more.

#thorki #thorki angst #thor: the dark world #mywriting #circa 2013 pls dont judge #thor #loki #brotherly feels and angst honestly #thorxloki

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Hiding in Plain Sight

TITLE: Hiding in Plain Sight CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter One AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé.

You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other.

How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies?

RATING: General Audience NOTES/WARNINGS:

I am supposed to be working on Pride and Prejudice, but that didn’t work out, this came to me when I read it. Then it was supposed to be a One-shot, now I have 5 chapters done, so who knows. I don’t even try to fight it some days, I really don’t.

Ljósálfar - Norse word for Light Elf. Dökkálfar - Norse word for Dark Elf.

Bran is Welsh for Raven, usually a boys name so for this, because Raven translates accordingly, I am using both. Breanna is not Irish for Raven, contrary to some online US children’s names sites.

Raven was worried and if she was honest, she felt she was right to be so. It was no secret that Alfheim’s need for Aesir assistance had led to a deal being brokered that had many great advantages to it, along with of course, some costs. One of which, though depending who you discussed it with, it being an advantage or a negative was heavily disputable, was her betrothal to a man she had never met face-to-face in her life past childhood, that man being the Allfather’s second son and renowned Trickster, Loki. Reports on the prince were sketching a very peculiar man with no set answer as to his personality and demeanour. To all, he was someone different and that to Raven was the concern. She wanted to know who Loki was as a man but had not been given much by way of answers.

One person to give her a somewhat rounded though a slightly biased account was Frigga, Allmother, queen of Asgard but also, Loki’s mother. She wondered if the queen, who spoke very highly of her son, was truly the best one to give an accurate description of him. When she asked the foreign queen if there was any manner to see for herself what the prince was like, what he genuinely like, they hatched a small, if slightly devious plan.

After some minor training as to the ways of staff of the Aesir palace, Raven was disguised as a maid so to learn of Loki’s true personality for herself to see if she could come to care for the man she was being forced to call her husband. She was reluctant to get married to someone she hardly knew and felt that this was the best manner in which to rectify that. She wanted to know how he would treat those that were supposedly beneath him as she felt that that was a way to accurately assess the man she had to wed.

The Aesir princes had not been to Alfheim since their youth so they had no idea what Raven looked like. Loki, as she had been, was merely informed of the agreement without having been present for it. It would allow her to remain unknown to the prince as she learnt a few things about him.

Raven looked over her uniform and eyed her neatly tied back hair. Elves never tied their hair fully, it always remained as loose as possible but being in the employ of the Aesir royal family, she needed her hair to be out of the way, so she tied it up neatly and examined her work. Satisfied that it was acceptable, she walked the route Frigga had used her seidr to show her to allow her to Loki’s rooms. His previous maid had been given some paid time off to go see her family, not aware that a plan had been hatched for her absence to be required.

She walked through the correct halls, bedsheets in hand, ready for what she expected to be her first real meeting with her betrothed, even if she was the only one of them privy to that particular fact.

She knocked as she was instructed to do before entering. The room was silent, signifying that if Loki was there, he was not to the front of his quarters. Raven looked around the room in an analytical manner. She studied the different paintings and tapestries on the walls, the varied books and sculptures that littered different areas of the room, it seemed somewhat scattered, yet entirely planned and structured.

Raven was so busy looking around, she hardly noticed the figure standing in the doorway between the two rooms studying her in a curious manner. There was no denying who it was in front of her, Raven knew what Loki looked like from her very few memories she had of them as children, not that they would have given a very accurate picture to go off for how he would look as an adult but also because of the images that Frigga had shown her of him. “Your Highness.” She curtsied at him, noting the slightest nod of acknowledgement of her actions. “Forgive me, I was just assessing the rooms as it is my first proper time in them. I wished to know where most items were placed so I could ensure to remember where they went at a later time should they require my putting them back for you.”

“I see.” Loki walked from the doorway to in front of her. “I was worried that I had an opportunistic thief on my hands.”

Raven’s eyes widened, not in fear but in insult. “Not at all, Your Highness, I would never insult my own honour in such a manner.”

If he was honest with himself, Loki was startled that she had not apologised or attempted to plead innocence and forgiveness for such an accusation being made at her but instead, she showed rambunctiousness and bite in return. “Good to know. Now that we have established that much at least, we can get onto the less formal issues, like you informing me as to who you are and why in Odin’s name you are in my rooms assessing the placing of my belongings?”

“I am your temporary personal maid, Your Highness.” Raven was uncertain what to think. Loki was not being as rude and aggressive as some led her to believe yet he was, by no means, overly cordial and nice either.

“I see. And dare I ask where is my other personal maid, Tatiana?”

“She required time off to see her family, Your Highness. I do not know the finer details but I seem to recall that her parents are aged and she wishes to spend some time with them.”

Loki nodded. “Yes, her father is indeed an older fellow, older than my father by a few centuries at least. Tatiana was saying he has not been the healthiest of late. Hopefully, it is nothing serious. How long is this arrangement supposedly in place or does she require an open-ended break from work?”

Raven was startled. Entirely contradictory to the behaviour he had displaced a fraction of a moment before, Loki implied that he knew something personal and cared somewhat for the wellbeing of his employee’s family. “I would be lying if I said I knew, Your Highness. All I am aware of is that she is currently unavailable and I am the one chosen to fill her role until her return, though I am very much informed that she will wish for her position back upon her return.”

“So, we have established that you are not a thief, a good thing too as to have to kill a Light Elf when I am supposed to become more involved with Alfheim in a more personal manner in the very near future would never look well. We have also established your position as my personal maid for the time being and indeed the current situation with your being here, that just leaves one other integral matter?” Raven cocked her head slightly in curiosity as to what that could possibly be. “Your name.”

“My name?”

“You have informed me of much but have at no stage given me a name for you.”

“Oh.” Raven had not thought of that. She knew that with the name of a creature that his father had two as his personal pets, if Loki had heard her name as his betrothed, he would not soon forget it and it could leave her in the very precarious position of being exposed to her betrothed. “Did I not? Forgive me, for I thought I had.”

“You have not.” Loki insisted. “And still seem reluctant to tell me as to what your name is.”

“Branna.” She blurted out before even thinking over what she said.

“Branna?”

“Yes, Your Highness. Branna.”

“That is not Ljósálfar, is it? What does it mean?” He asked curiously.

“No, Your Highness, and it means raven but you see, my mother adores ravens and indeed all corvids but the Princess of Alfheim you see, her name is…”

“Raven, I am aware of such, yes.” Loki’s expression did not give away any thoughts he had of her.

“Yes, and to copy her name directly would be seen as unimaginative and in many respects, insulting to her as our princess, so she went for the Dökkálfar version of it since her grandmother was Dökkálfar, so it made sense to her and it allowed her to do as she wished.”

“That was quite smart of her.”

“Yes.” Raven did not think it wise to push it too far. Loki had a name as a Liesmith from different sources. He could use his words to mould a situation to his liking and knew how to intelligently shape a lie to suit his needs. She knew that if she dug herself into a hole with lies, it would not bode well for her. Branna was the Dökkálfar for Raven. Her maternal grandmother was a Dark Elf and did indeed refer to her as Branna.

“Well, Branna, so long as you do the duties asked of you, I can see no issues between us until Tatiana’s return. Who knows, perhaps you could give me some perspective on the Light Elf way of life. It seems I will have to become somewhat adept at it.”

Raven swallowed slightly. There was no denying it that time. Loki was none-too-keen to be wed to a Light Elf. “Yes, Your Highness.” She nodded, not looking him in the face so he did not see the sad look in her eyes.

“I need to leave for a short time, just tidy everything for now,” Loki ordered before walking out of the room.

Raven worked on the room diligently. Growing up, she had never been allowed to do much for herself, which irked her greatly. There were some things she knew she would never be good at, cooking being one such thing. She managed to set fire to a bowl of porridge once. She loved to sew and embroider. It was seen as naff but she loved small intricate designs but such things were seen as maid’s duties. She also liked to tidy her belongings herself but any time she did so was admonished for such. She was the daughter of the king. The only daughter, amidst four sons. She had been something of an anomaly in the family, never truly feeling like she fit in. Her brothers had their places, the eldest Johann was to be king, the next, Richard to be his general, the third, Gerard to be the Lord of the lowlands, a rich agricultural part of the realm and the youngest, Kieran decided to become a healer. Then, amidst them all, a girl. Her parents did not know what to do with her. Very few Light Elf kings had daughters. They did not seem to be a common occurrence leaving Raven to be left with a path to be given in life which caused the situation she was now in, betrothed to Loki as part of a deal that would strengthen the bond between the two realms. She tidied diligently as she thought over everything she had learnt in her few minutes speaking with her intended. While she cleaned, she looked at different artefacts and trinkets as well as books and notes as she tidied. The beautifully elegant writing that matched the ink vials she saw on the table told her it was Loki’s. She loved handwriting, she analysed such things as she felt that it told a lot about a being. Loki’s was artistic, yet it was uniform, which made sense, her analysis of his rooms told her that was true also. Then there was the manner in which he wrote capital letters, unique, but she imagined that he was such an individual himself. She doubted many were as artistic. Such traits were liked in Light Elves, which should have given her hope, instead, with thinking of his dislike when referencing his soon-to-be marriage, it filled her with apprehension.

“I see.” Loki walked from the doorway to in front of her. “I was worried that I had an opportunistic thief on my hands.”

Raven’s eyes widened, not in fear but in insult. “Not at all, Your Highness, I would never insult my own honour in such a manner.”

“I see. And dare I ask where is my other personal maid, Tatiana?”

“She required time off to see her family, Your Highness. I do not know the finer details but I seem to recall that her parents are aged and she wishes to spend some time with them.”

“My name?”

“You have informed me of much but have at no stage given me a name for you.”

“You have not.” Loki insisted. “And still seem reluctant to tell me as to what your name is.”

“Branna.” She blurted out before even thinking over what she said.

“Branna?”

“Yes, Your Highness. Branna.”

“That is not Ljósálfar, is it? What does it mean?” He asked curiously.

“No, Your Highness, and it means raven but you see, my mother adores ravens and indeed all corvids but the Princess of Alfheim you see, her name is…”

“Raven, I am aware of such, yes.” Loki’s expression did not give away any thoughts he had of her.

“That was quite smart of her.”

“I need to leave for a short time, just tidy everything for now,” Loki ordered before walking out of the room.

Raven worked on the room diligently. Growing up, she had never been allowed to do much for herself, which irked her greatly. There were some things she knew she would never be good at, cooking being one such thing. She managed to set fire to a bowl of porridge once. She loved to sew and embroider. It was seen as naff but she loved small intricate designs but such things were seen as maid’s duties. She also liked to tidy her belongings herself but any time she did so was admonished for such. She was the daughter of the king. The only daughter, amidst four sons. She had been something of an anomaly in the family, never truly feeling like she fit in. Her brothers had their places, the eldest Johann was to be king, the next, Richard to be his general, the third, Gerard to be the Lord of the lowlands, a rich agricultural part of the realm and the youngest, Kieran decided to become a healer. Then, amidst them all, a girl. Her parents did not know what to do with her. Very few Light Elf kings had daughters. They did not seem to be a common occurrence leaving Raven to be left with a path to be given in life which caused the situation she was now in, betrothed to Loki as part of a deal that would strengthen the bond between the two realms. She tidied diligently as she thought over everything she had learnt in her few minutes speaking with her intended. While she cleaned, she looked at different artefacts and trinkets as well as books and notes as she tidied. The beautifully elegant writing that matched the ink vials she saw on the table told her it was Loki’s. She loved handwriting, she analysed such things as she felt that it told a lot about a being. Loki’s was artistic, yet it was uniform, which made sense, her analysis of his rooms told her that was true also. Then there was the manner in which he wrote capital letters, unique, but she imagined that he was such an individual himself. She doubted many were as artistic. Such traits were liked in Light Elves, which should have given her hope, instead, with thinking of his dislike when referening his soon-to-be marriage, it filled her with apprehension.

#Loki #Others #Submitted fic #submission #hiding in plain sight #chapter 1 #wolfpawn

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Hiding In Plain Sight, Chapter 1

Story Summary - Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé. You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other.How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies?

Chapter Summary - Raven fears what sort of man she is to marry so she devises a plan to see if she can learn what Loki is like when he thinks no one is watching.

Previous Chapter - Not applicable for this chapter

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NOTES :

I am supposed to be working on Pride and Prejudice, but that didn't work out, this came to me when I read it. Then it was supposed to be a One-shot, now I have 5 chapters done, so who knows. I don't even try to fight it some days, I really don't.

Ljósálfar - Norse word for Light Elf. Dökkálfar - Norse word for Dark Elf.

Bran is Welsh for Raven, usually a boys name so for this, because Raven translates accordingly, I am using both. Breanna is not Irish for Raven, contrary to some online US children's names sites.

“I see.” Loki walked from the doorway to in front of her. “I was worried that I had an opportunistic thief on my hands.”

Raven’s eyes widened, not in fear but in insult. “Not at all, Your Highness, I would never insult my own honour in such a manner.”

“I see. And dare I ask where is my other personal maid, Tatiana?”

“She required time off to see her family, Your Highness. I do not know the finer details but I seem to recall that her parents are aged and she wishes to spend some time with them.”

“My name?”

“You have informed me of much but have at no stage given me a name for you.”

“You have not.” Loki insisted. “And still seem reluctant to tell me as to what your name is.”

“Branna.” She blurted out before even thinking over what she said.

“Branna?”

“Yes, Your Highness. Branna.”

“That is not Ljósálfar, is it? What does it mean?” He asked curiously.

“No, Your Highness, and it means raven but you see, my mother adores ravens and indeed all corvids but the Princess of Alfheim you see, her name is…”

“Raven, I am aware of such, yes.” Loki’s expression did not give away any thoughts he had of her.

“That was quite smart of her.”

“I need to leave for a short time, just tidy everything for now,” Loki ordered before walking out of the room.

Raven worked on the room diligently. Growing up, she had never been allowed to do much for herself, which irked her greatly. There were some things she knew she would never be good at, cooking being one such thing. She managed to set fire to a bowl of porridge once. She loved to sew and embroider. It was seen as naff but she loved small intricate designs but such things were seen as maid’s duties. She also liked to tidy her belongings herself but any time she did so was admonished for such. She was the daughter of the king. The only daughter, amidst four sons. She had been something of an anomaly in the family, never truly feeling like she fit in. Her brothers had their places, the eldest Johann was to be king, the next, Richard to be his general, the third, Gerard to be the Lord of the lowlands, a rich agricultural part of the realm and the youngest, Kieran decided to become a healer. Then, amidst them all, a girl. Her parents did not know what to do with her. Very few Light Elf kings had daughters. They did not seem to be a common occurrence leaving Raven to be left with a path to be given in life which caused the situation she was now in, betrothed to Loki as part of a deal that would strengthen the bond between the two realms. She tidied diligently as she thought over everything she had learnt in her few minutes speaking with her intended. While she cleaned, she looked at different artefacts and trinkets as well as books and notes as she tidied. The beautifully elegant writing that matched the ink vials she saw on the table told her it was Loki’s. She loved handwriting, she analysed such things as she felt that it told a lot about a being. Loki’s was artistic, yet it was uniform, which made sense, her analysis of his rooms told her that was true also. Then there was the manner in which he wrote capital letters, unique, but she imagined that he was such an individual himself. She doubted many were as artistic. Such traits were liked in Light Elves, which should have given her hope, instead, with thinking of his dislike when referening his soon-to-be marriage, it filled her with apprehension.

#Chapter 1 #wolfpawn #Hiding in Plain Sight #Loki fic

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Ragnarok Makes No Damn Sense (Part 1)

Having now laid out who Loki has always been and why there was an open agenda to demean and debase him, we come to why Thor: Ragnarok is antithetical to his character. Buckle your damn seatbelt. We've got a lot to unpack.

Off the bat, we're supposed to be appalled/annoyed/something that Loki has usurped the throne from Odin. Yet when last we left our heroes, Thor had abdicated his role as King of Asgard, knowing full well that Odin's health was failing, he was emotionally unfit to rule, and there was no other heir to fill his role. Oops! And for all that we're meant to believe in Loki's selfish ambitions for a throne, let us not forget that Loki-as-Odin at the end of The Dark World offered Thor this kingship. It was Thor who refused. What was it he said at the time? Oh, yes.

"For all his grave imbalance, Loki understood rule as I know I never will."

Now Ragnarok wants us to forget all that. It doesn't suit the narrative Taika Waititi wishes to spin. He wants us to believe that Loki is a terrible, lazy ruler who cares only about glorifying himself. But wait, is Loki a terrible ruler? The Hero™ tells us he is, so it must be so. And yet all we really know of Loki's reign is that he had a non-interventionist foreign policy, improved public infrastructure, and supported the arts. Wow, yeah, what a dick.

We will soon go on to meet Doctor Strange, a character who in comparison to Loki is a novice at magic yet somehow repeatedly manages to get the drop on the trickster. This is necessary in order to minimize Loki's power and competence in the eyes of the viewer. Let me also explain why the "I have been falling for 30 minutes" scene is not charming.

Does anyone think perhaps Loki may have a touch of PTSD related to the sensation of falling? No? Then perhaps we should instead analyze the deleted scene in which Loki is locked in a portapotty while men repeatedly urinate on him until Thor arrives to let him out. The fact that this was an idea someone had to begin with is gross. The fact that they came close enough to using it that it was actually filmed is downright shameful. Every single person at Marvel involved in approving this trash should commit seppuku in penance.

Ignoring the sexual assault implications here... I mean, this is literally toilet humour. Literally. What are we, five years old? Who the hell actually finds this funny?

"I keep a watch list of individuals and beings from other realms that may be a threat to this world." - Doctor Strange, Thor: Ragnarok

So how did you miss the huge, purple nutsack wreaking havoc across the cosmos? I mean, no offense. I'm just saying.

Now we have the culmination of Odin's A+ parenting. He's at the end of his life just because he feels like it, I guess, so now it's time to pretend he gives a damn about Loki for a few seconds again. One "I love you" without even looking at him is supposed to make a millennium of emotional abuse and neglect all better or something. Even in his death, Odin can't seem to stop screwing with Loki's mind. What a charming man, I'll sure miss him.

Oh, but before he's on his way, he has a teensy weensy confession to make. Remember when he lied to you about your entire existence, Loki? LOL! He lied to Thor about being the firstborn too! And now the evil sister neither of you knew you had is coming to destroy everything and he's given you no time to plan how to stop her! Don't you feel much better now?

It's been about five minutes since we were reminded that Loki is a coward and an idiot or something, so contrary to Tom Hiddleston's own words that

"The thing with Loki is that, if he’s afraid, he won’t show it. He’s been highly trained, through the experience of his slightly traumatic life, to shield his fears."

it became necessary for Loki to immediately panic and lead Hela straight to the one place he knows she'll be most powerful. Whoops!

The Warriors 3 are quickly dispatched by Hela because it's important we remember that the first two Thor movies were trash and nothing that ever happened in them has any meaning. By the way, Heimdall is Thor's new BFF now and Thor will never mention his former friends ever again. Ever. Like, even in passing. Like they never existed. Those people who committed literal treason for him both before and after he was banished in Thor (2011). And then again in The Dark World. Those friends.

Meanwhile, Thor and Loki have both landed on a planet called Sakaar. It's a giant trash heap and that about sums up how I feel about this whole damn movie, so credit to TW for the symbolism, I suppose. Here's possibly the most cringeworthy moment in the whole debacle—and that's a very high bar. Or low, I guess, depending on how you look at life.

He's a Norse god... screaming, "oh my god!" I don't have enough hands for all the facepalming I feel like doing right now.

Anyhow, Loki and Thor have arrived on Sakaar separately and Thor has just noticed Loki sitting across the room, casually joking about his own suicide attempt. Because there's nothing funnier than suicide, amirite?! Especially when you still haven't sorted through any of the complex issues that led you to become suicidal to begin with. Who cares? We're just here for the lulz, yeah?

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Korg, I'm the director's annoying self-insert, and I'll be pissing on every poignant moment from here on out because reflection is for nerds. You just need to smile more."

Hey, remember that time in The Dark World where Loki was stuck in solitary confinement for a year and Thor didn't come to visit him even once? Now Thor is the one locked up and Loki has come to visit him almost immediately. To offer his help. To try to relate. Maybe mourn the loss of... everything together. But Thor's not interested in relating. He's interested in scapegoating Loki, because that's what this family does.

"What would you like me to say? You faked your own death, you stole the throne, stripped Odin of his power, stranded him on Earth to die, releasing the Goddess of Death.” - Thor, Thor: Ragnarok

To borrow a phrase from the late Luke Skywalker, "Amazing. Every word of what you just said is wrong."

► Loki has never faked his death. What he did is fail to die on Svartalfheim, through no fault of his own. It seems a little insane I have to defend Loki's right to not die, but here we are, I guess.

"We planned to have Loki have a redemptive death[...]We think he's wounded, but it wasn't a death blow." - Kevin Feige, The Dark World DVD extras

"Loki probably in his heart wants to be worthy, and the way he achieves his redemption—his salvation—is to ultimately sacrifice himself, for Thor and for Jane. I hope it’s a very cathartic and moving moment, by saving his brother’s life and avenging his mother’s death." - Tom Hiddleston, The Dark World DVD extras

The worst that can be said of Loki's "betrayal" of Thor at the end of The Dark World is that he failed to inform him that he had survived. And Loki had very good reasons to do so. What had Thor offered him in exchange for his help with the Dark Elves? He would return him to his cell to live out the rest of his days in complete isolation—a fate that I will just reiterate is classified as a form of psychological torture.

► Loki didn't steal the throne. As mentioned above, he offered Thor the throne. Thor said no.

► There is zero evidence beyond Thor's own assumptions that Loki stripped Odin of his powers. We are meant to believe this only because we are told that it is so. On the contrary: "It took me some time to break free of your spell," Odin tells Loki before his death. But if Odin had been stripped of his power, how then did he eventually break free? Upon examination, Thor's logic fails.

► Loki did not "strand Odin on Earth to die". He left him in a freaking retirement home where he had every expectation that Odin would be well-cared for. An argument can certainly be made that after everything Odin has done to Loki in the past, Loki was downright merciful not to kill the old man in his sleep and be done with it.

► Loki had no way of even knowing Hela existed. How is her release his fault and not, say, Odin's for dealing with all his problem children by tossing them out and throwing away the key? Or for not preparing his sons for the day they would be forced to face her?

Oh well. Now it's time for Loki Is A Coward™, Part Deux, because as I may have mentioned previously:

"The thing with Loki is that, if he’s afraid, he won’t show it. He’s been highly trained, through the experience of his slightly traumatic life, to shield his fears." - Tom Hiddleston

MINOR ENDGAME SPOILER:

Reminder also that this was Loki's reaction to the Hulk in Endgame, only minutes after being beaten to a pulp by him

Doesn't seem particularly frightened, but what do I know?

Hey, remember back in Thor (2011) when this happened? If the Valkyrie were already legend, why did Sif need to prove herself as a female warrior?

Shhh. You were supposed to forget about that minor detail. Now back to the butt jokes.

Now let’s take a short intermission, shall we? Because this movie blows so hard that if I put all my criticisms in one post, it’ll probably break Tumblr.

↩️ back to the compendium

#the big damn ragnarok sucks compendium #ragnarok cinematic universe #taika waititi is a piece of shit ask me how #loki #thor #odin's a+ parenting #loki meta #thor meta #not my thor #mcu

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whirlybirbs · 5 years

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✶ ┈ PART ONE !

summary: the origins of the whole “let’s pretend to be married so the grandmaster doesn’t kill us while we try to get off this floating junk pile to stop your sister from destroying your home” bit. because it’s about time. pairing: fake!wife reader x loki, set in ragnarok. a/n: all the fake!wife reader and loki stuff? here’s 2k of their origin story. READ PART TWO HERE.

The first time you meet him, he’s tinkering with Erik Selvig’s self autonomy.

(Erik’s your boss -- a nice guy. You like him. Jane does, too. You’re running quantum decay samples for S.H.I.E.L.D. the day Loki crash lands on Earth. You’d thought you were having a bad enough day… and then the Tesseract went and spat out the resident super-villain who later opened the interdimensional front-door for the Chitauri and proceeded destroyed half of New York city. Talk about a bad day.)

The second time you meet him, you have Jane to thank.

She’s clutching the spectrometer with wide eyes and you realize in that moment, this is a lot like getting a text from an ex, except the text is the equivalent of crashing a party via falling through the roof. The Bifrost, a glittering quantum anomaly, allows for a fold in time and space. Cosmic kick-back ripples around an arrival, alerting the various quantum measuring devices in the office. The energy signature is familiar -- it’s Asgardian.

She’s pacing. You hate when Jane paces. It makes you anxious.

“I’ll go,” you offer up, “I’ll go, check out the anomaly, make sure everything’s alright --”

Jane blinks, running a hand through her hair as she chews her lip. She makes a pained sound -- the one of a woman torn between science and the unplanned visit of an ex boyfriend -- before nodding and shoving the hand-held spectrometer your way. She nods, speaking to try and convince herself:

“You’re right. No, totally. You should go. It wouldn’t be good if I saw him and --”

“Yeah, no, fuck that,” Darcy supplies, “He ditched you for space gems --”

“Infinity Stones.”

“Same shit, different name!” Darcy shrieks, “Listen, I love him but god, he needs to get his priorities in order, Jane --”

You nod, shrugging on your jacket and buttoning it. You tuck the device in your pocket after eyeing the projected address: 177a Bleecker Street.

“It’s just across town,” you chide, “I’ll hop over, check it out and call if it’s something horrible like, uh, I dunno? An alien invasion?”

“Oh goodie.”

Jane looks pale. “Tell him I say hi. Er… Maybe don’t. Don’t. I don’t wanna seem like --”

“I’ll feel it out,” you chirp, waving your hands in a gesture for her to calm down, “If he asks, I’ll tell him you’re great.”

“If he asks about me, tell him I’m still single!” Darcy cries as you close the door behind you.

Normal.

Today had been shaping up to be normal.

You’d left your normal apartment, took a normal train ride, got your normal coffee order from the normal place two blocks from the office. You arrived at your normal time, ready for a normal day at work.

And then, Thor and his brother decided to change the trajectory of your day and, subsequently, life.

Here you are, half past noon, being welcomed into the Sanctum Sanctorum by some neurosurgeon-turned-supreme-wizard to see your co-worker’s Old Norse God of an ex-boyfriend.

(You know Thor. You’ve met countless times now; the first time was at Jane’s birthday part two years ago. The night had ended in Jane calling you an Uber back to your own apartment, only after you’d gotten blackout on rum and cokes, and spent three whole hours trying to lift Thor’s hammer. Mew-mew, Darcy had called it. You woke up the next morning with a sore back.)

You’ve clearly interrupted something because aforementioned God of Thunder is on the floor, looking like he might throw up any second. You peer around the man who answered the door, squinting. “Uh...”

“Can I help you?”

“Doctor!” Thor cries with sheer excitement from his place at the bottom of the stairs. He stands slowly, staggering over and welcoming you into a crushing grip. He hugs you like he had at last year’s Christmas party. There’s no love lost. You laugh, clapping him on the back as he lifts you into the air, “It is wonderful to see you! Wizard man, this is my good friend --”

“Stephen Strange,” he juts out a yellow gloved hand out in greeting. You shake it, “You must be one of Jane Foster’s associates, then.”

Stephen Strange is an odd one. You can’t help but note the ever-so-faint fluttering of his cape. You realize there’s no wind. You opt not to say anything, just smooth down your scarf and shift from one heeled boot to the other as you exchange looks between the wizard and the God. You push your glasses up your nose as you introduce yourself.

“Just doing my usual quantum disturbance welfare checks,” you say as Thor places you down. You wave the hand-held measuring device in your hand, “Someone had to come and make sure it was Thor and not some eight-legged horse looking to stomp all over Times Square.”

Thor grins.

Stephen smirks.

“How is Jane?” Thor asks quietly, his hand gentle on your shoulder, “Well, I hope?”

“Oh, you know,” a soft shrug, giving him a so-so gesture as you wince, “Breakups suck.”

He gets this look on his face -- it’s a mixture of regret and longing and you know Jane’s decision for space has been as much as a blow to him as it was to her. Jane, selfless as always, knew he needed to focus on his current mission more than her. She’d never forgive herself if she kept pulling him from his search for the stones. Thor sighs, clearing his throat as he nods.

“I, uh, I agree,” he speaks softly, “Please, do tell her I wish her well in all her… science endeavors.”

“Of course,” you say with a smile, “Speaking of which… what’s with the drop-in?”

Stephen’s brows raise and he sighs. “He’s looking for his father.”

Your face twists into confusion. “Odin? What, is he, like, missing?”

Thor’s posture shifts then and he rolls his eyes. Annoyance floods the blonde’s shoulders and he shakes his head. His nostrils flare. “Loki dropped him here on Earth.”

You recoil. “Loki…? Isn’t he --”

“Dead? I thought so as well, but no, the snake has been masquerading as my father on Asgard for the last two years,” Thor supplies, “Speaking of which…”

Stephen jumps. “Oh, yeah, right.”

The second time you meet him, he lands at your feet with a loud groan and a bad attitude.

“I have been falling! For thirty minutes!”

You yelp, hand flying over your mouth at the sudden appearance of the man you’d watched on CNN wreak havoc on NYC. He hits the floor with a resounding thud! and looks… less imposing now, flat on the floor with wild black curls flying about. He’s swathed in a well-tailored black suit and you can’t help but think he’s the exact opposite of Thor. The God of Mischief pushes himself upwards, eyes wild with anger.

Thor hides a chuckle at his brother’s expense.

You blink with wide eyes between Strange and Thor, wondering why the hell no one seems to be as off-put as you are.

“Do you just…?” you make the same sort of gesture Stephen had just made to open the portal Loki had fallen out of with a confused look on your face, “Do that normally?”

A shrug.

He turns to Thor then, shaking hands and gesturing once more to sling open another portal.

“I trust you can handle it from here,” Stephen says to Thor, “Good luck.”

This portal, unlike the one Loki had fallen through, overlooks the ocean. You can smells the sea breeze and hear the whisper of tall grass waving in the wind. You feel a bit like you’ve opened a book in the middle of a chapter -- you’re not sure what the hell is going on and before you can ask, Loki is honing in on you like a predator his next meal. He’s standing before you, leering with an angry look that should have probably sent you for the hills.

Instead, you pull another face.

“What is this? A wretched little pest, here to help?”

“Brother --”

“Have we met?” Loki sneers, lip curling as he hisses, “Or do you simply bear resemblance to every other disgusting worm on this planet?”

You push your glasses up again. Suddenly, you’re away of the behavioral tango you’re locked in. It’s like a psychological game of chess. You decide to move your pawn.

“We have, actually,” you chirp with an uncanny amount of unamusement. Thor’s eye twitches behind you, “You tried to blow up my lab station…? But, uh, I doubt you probably remember that, huh? Yeah, you were, uh, kinda busy terrorizing my boss and half the other staff on call… No, no, I get it. I’ve gotten a haircut since, so --”

“Doctor, please, ignore him --” Thor tries, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, you’re one of Selvig’s wenches then.”

That doesn’t get the rise out of you that Loki had predicted. You frown, hands in your pockets. Your body language is guarded. Loki’s lip twitches.

“That’s an awfully misogynistic thing of you to say.”

There’s a glimpse of a recoil in his eyes at that. He takes a step forward, as if to challenge you -- to which Strange clears his throat. The game is stopped, if only for a moment, and Loki’s anger is redirected towards the wizard with a new-found malice.

“And you must be the second-rate sorcerer --”

You move, hand planted on the chest of the God of Lies as he shoves past you. He steps on your toes then, scuffing your shoes and you groan -- shoving him backwards with an annoyed cry. Thor makes a face, hands moving to try and pull you from the path of his brother.

“Hey, God of being-an-asshole, do you mind?”

“Move, bug, I have a pig to gut --”

“Alright, nope, bye-bye.”

Thor’s too late and you’re thrown through the portal. The ground is yanked out from underneath you like a tablecloth is yanked out from under a tea set. The flick of Strange’s wrists sends you careening into the grass on the other side of the portal. Loki lands, quite literally, on top of you a moment later, knocking the wind out of both of you. He groans, only to be cut off by your hands shoving him off as you try to roll as far away from the trickster as you can. Loki curses, annoyance boiling over --

And then Thor calls his name.

Today is not normal.

Before you can ask how the hell you’re going to get back to your New York office building, you’re painfully aware of the weight of the situation at hand. If someone told you you’d watch the two crown princes reconcile with their father that day, you would have laughed in their faces… Mostly since this is not reconciliation. Loki looks broken at the mention of his mother. Thor is in the midst of trying to work out the possibility of having a sister when Odin flutters to the wind in golden glimmers. There’s an electric threat in the wind.

In Odin’s absence, centuries of anger comes to a head.

You’re there, stepping between the brothers --

“This is your doing --”

“I had no hand in this --”

Hela arrives on the roll of thunder, and you realize quickly that this is all very much above your pay grade.

Normal.

Today had been shaping up to be normal.

And then, you were shoved out of the Bifrost by green gilded hands amidst fleeing the Goddess of Death’s claws -- the last thing you see is a twisted look of shock on Thor’s face as you’re sent careening through rainbow light. The Bifrost shatters around you like ice and you’re sent tumbling through the universe, the weight of the situations terribly apparent as you spin and spin and spin and spin and fall.

The second time you meet Loki, he throws you out of a glimmering quantum anomaly in an attempt to save himself.

#loki x reader #loki imagine #fakewife!reader + loki WHO #loki x fake!wife #loki x fake!wife reader

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lokiofsassgaard1 · 3 years

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Things I want to do soon:

Revisit Those Who Hunt Monsters and edit it up to fit the tone of the rest of the series

Actually finish How To Train Your Norse Trickster God

Record more podfics

Re-editing TWHM is going to be an absolute slog, because pretty much every line needs to be cleaned up. Nothing in the actual story is going to change, and I don’t think anything needs to be retconned because the story was pretty solidly plotted from the very beginning. But goodness, that is some old work that I just don’t like anymore.

Trickster God is a whole other beast. I had such a hard time with this fic in the end, because of the reception it got. It’s a bizarre case where it wasn’t hate or trolls that brought me down, but people who liked it too much. At the end, I spent so much time fielding comments from people arguing with me about the intent of my own fic, and it just killed me. I still have all my old notes and my timeline, and want to go onto like, an every three week schedule with it or something.

But with the new show coming out, I want to try to get back into this insane fandom. I’ve been re-reading a bunch of older comics lately as well for new ideas, and even solved a problem I’ve been dancing around without a solution. Now the problem is the fact that I started writing this series right after the Avengers came out, and that was all I had to work with. Now there’s 20 different movies to mess with, and oh god oh god oh god.

#loki #thor #marvel #loki series

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theamberwriter · 5 years

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Call Upon Me [Loki x Reader]

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 5781

Warnings: None

You had been having a very serene morning. Just enjoying the time alone. You were refreshed, relaxed. You didn’t know what it was, but it felt that it needed to be enjoyed. It must have been to do with the fact that this had been your first real day alone in your new apartment. No friends staying over, no errands to run, or furniture to move. You were alone and could stay home all day to peacefully unpack the last of the boxes.

The serenity followed you to the shower. You mindlessly hummed, a tune you’d never heard but flowed through your mind easily, like a distant memory. Then you began to sing the peaceful tune to whatever words - your language or utter gibberish - that passed through your mind.

“Until we meet again,” you sang, unsure why. But the sad, peaceful melody in your mind seemed to feel like it fit the words. This was felt sparingly between your long lines of peaceful gibberish. Just random syllables and consonance, whatever seemed to fit.

Wrapping yourself in your towel, the song felt like it ended as you left the bathroom door. You made your way to your bedroom down the hall. But the serenity drained as you turned into your room. A very confused man with dark hair and a dark suit was stood there. He was looking around quite thoughtfully.

“What the - how the -” you couldn’t seem to form a sentence. A horrible feeling sank through your body, and you looked for the nearest thing to defend yourself with. But only came up with your flimsy desk lamp.

The man turned to you, and you vaguely recognized the face. He’d been on the TV with the Avengers. But you weren’t sure which side he was on. He was the other Norse God, Loki. He went through many expressions.

First anger, and he opened his mouth to speak. He shut it slightly as shock passed over his face. Then something you perceived as recognition. And a charming grin was spread across his visage. Sadness was in his eyes, though.

“It’s you,” he uttered, then to himself, “You’ve been here this whole time. - Of course, how could I have been so stupid!”

He came towards you, arms spread. But you backed away, raising the lamp. You knew a little about mythology. Loki was the god of lies and mischief. And there was definitely mischief going on.

“Who the hell are you?” You wanted to hear it. Just to confirm. “How did you get into my apartment?!”

“[Name], you called me, don’t you remember?”

“How do you know my name? And how could I call you? I don’t even know you!”

Loki took a step back, lowering his arms. Another set of emotions crossed over his face. Realization, then pain and wounded. “Odin warned me this may happen, I’d never dreamed it would. I thought I’d perfected it. Before we used it.”

“What are you - it doesn’t matter! Just get out!” you yelled, insides trembling. “I-I’ll call the cops! Or the Avengers!”

Loki snapped his fingers. “That’s it. - Dress yourself. We’re going to see my idiot brother.”

“I’m not doing anything, or going anywhere with you!”

You could see him calculate something in his mind. Then Loki sighed and disappeared. You did dress, so you didn’t have to fight in a towel if he came back. And he did, not too long later.

“You’re saying they’ve been in Midgard all this time?” came a different voice from your living room. You’d found your protection bat and took it with you as you crept towards the voices.

“We’d thought they’d been in Asgard,” came Loki’s voice. “Why did we never think to look here?”

“They were your lover, brother. You should have known -”

There was a sigh. “They despised Asgard. So yes, I should have known. Gods know how long they’ve been down here.”

As the room came into view, you found a very large blond beside your earlier intruder. You knew him immediately, Thor. He’d been all over the news recently, and one of your friends had the major hots for him.

“Why don’t we just see what they remember?” said the Thunder God with a shrug.

“They don’t remember a thing, didn’t even know who I was!” hissed the other.

“Why don’t you both get out of my apartment?!” you shrieked, readying your batting stance. “I don’t know what’s going on. But I want no part of whatever As-Ass-Asberd - or whatever the hell - shenanigans or what’s going on!”

“See, they can’t even pronounce it,” groaned Loki hopelessly, gesturing to you.

Thor turned to you then, grinning. “[Name], it’s good to see you! It’s been a few millennia.”

You tightened your grip on your bat, gritting your teeth. “I don’t care if you are an Avenger! You can’t just barge in here and act like you know me! And I’m only [age]!”

“So you really don’t remember a thing?” Thor plopped down on your couch. He cringed then pulled something from under him and tossed it over his shoulder. “Brother, how can that be?”

“Odin warned me about amnesia in the new carnation,” sighed Loki. And suddenly this whole thing made even less sense than it had an hour ago.

“Well then can’t you just -” Thor waggled his fingers in the air.

“What-What is that?”

“You know.” He did it again. “Magic. Hypnotism. Whatever it is you do.”

“I’m not a parlour magician!” snapped the Trickster God. “And this is too powerful to break myself. They’ll have to break it on their own.”

“How?”

“No idea.”

“I have one - why don’t you leave?!” you insisted.

“[Name], drop the bat, it’s not helping,” said Thor removing himself from his seat and coming towards you. You swung, but the only thing dented was the bat. Thor hardly flinched when it hit his arm. “Your arm is good as ever.”

“You don’t seem to be helping either!” you yelled the bat clattering to the ground. “What do you want with me? What have you even been talking about?!”

Thor and Loki exchanged looks. Then the blond gestured to your couch. “It’s a long story. It’s best if you sit.”

You hesitated, but then slowly paced to your sofa. You were on edge as the pair sat near you. Loki pressed anxiously against the end of the couch. Though he tried to be cool. And Thor reclining in your armchair like a throne. You listened to what they told you. But none of it seemed believable. Even coming from two actual gods.

“So what you’re telling me,” you restated, head in your hands. “Is that a few thousand years ago, I was a god in Asgard. And I was in love with…him…”

You gestured to Loki, and he smiled sheepishly. You stared at him a little longer than you should’ve. You could see how it was possible. He was quite handsome after all.

“And I was dying and sick of being a celestial being,” you continued. “So you did a ritual to reincarnate me into a new body. But I was supposed to have all my memories. And that gibberish I was singing in the shower was actually a calling song to bring you to me, even though I don’t even know a hint of Norse..?”

“They get it!” cheered Thor. “Excellent! There, brother, your problem is solved.”

Loki glared. “Not quite. - [Name] doesn’t believe us, do you?”

You shook your head and stood. "I need a minute.”

You didn’t look at them as you went onto your balcony. Then you started freaking out. What the actual hell was all this? Was it an elaborate prank? Though you’d never so much as seen them in your city before! And now all of a sudden, you’re the long lost incarnation of a celestial being?! Not to mention old lover to the Trickster God?

How did you even sing a ‘calling song’? It was all just random gibberish, right? You didn’t know Norse! Could your subconscious know it, if you were reincarnated? Did you even believe in reincarnation?! Did you believe anything they’d told you?

Your mind was like a steam engine going a million miles a minute. Chugging and grinding. Trying to crunch everything together into some form or another of continuous thought. But all it felt like was your train was derailing. You fell into one of the chairs at the little round table you’d recently bought.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” you groaned. “This isn’t possible… right?”

You sat with your head in your hands for a minute or two. Then stood to peek through the curtains on the door. You could see the pair of Gods were arguing about something. Loki was pacing about. But Thor was still comfortable in the chair. Loki glanced at the door, accidentally meeting your eyes. You both quickly turned.

You felt a sharp, painful jolt deep within your being. Something nagged at the back of your mind. A flickering of images that you weren’t quite sure were real. Distant voices coming through that you didn’t recognize. Then suddenly, it was like you were there. Living in the moment. You couldn’t see the door anymore, or the cement of the balcony floor. You were someplace else entirely.

You could hear shoes pattering on the floor, feel your heart pounding in your chest, and cool marble under your palms. Voices echoed from somewhere you couldn’t place. You had the feeling you weren’t supposed to be doing whatever you were. You were urgent, alert; you didn’t want to be found.

“[Name]? [Name]!” called a woman. You couldn’t quite make out her face. You could see her from your hiding spot behind a large marble pillar. “Lord Odin, I do apologize. I had them with me, and then they just ran off! – [Name] you are getting too old for this!”

“Oh, it is fine,” said Lord Odin. You could tell he wasn’t being entirely truthful.

You ran, finding one door and then another. You pushed passed servants, calling apologies in your wake. You wove through the halls until you were outside in the bright Asgardian sun. You were at the top of a long, wide set of ivory steps. You glanced around, making sure no one had followed you. Only to meet the eyes of prince Loki, who was barely older than you. He looked down at you from a balcony of gold.

You groaned, clutching your head. You stepped back, leaning against the railing for support. The palace faded until you were firmly back on your balcony. What was that? That hadn’t ever happened before.

“Wha-What was that? Was that…” you murmured. “A…A memory..? But that can’t…”

You looked back through the door, catching the dark-haired man’s pale eyes again. Nothing this time. But could it have been a coincidence? There was only one way to be sure. Shaking, you decided to go back inside.

Thor stood, mouth open to say something. You cut him off breathlessly, “I might believe you - if you tell me something…”

You relayed your vision. A strange combination of emotions flickered across Loki’s face. It was quiet as you finished.

“It could be a flashback,” offered Thor finally. “But we have no way to know -”

“It was,” Loki snapped. “The first time I’d ever actually seen you.”

“That’s right!” Thor announced suddenly, there was a spark in his eye. “You ran off, [Name], everyone spent hours trying to find you. You and Loki had been hiding in the royal library. Your mother was furious!”

“Father was not pleased either. You had run off before, always just before important meetings. He threatened your kingdom unless…” Loki trailed off.

“Unless you two became betrothed,” finished Thor.

You glanced between them. You hadn’t ever heard of the first marriage of Loki. “But aren’t you like…married to a giantess?”

“Where on earth did you ever get that idea?” Loki’s tone was incredulous. In fact, he looked more wounded than he had before.

“I believe they teach it in Midgard schools, brother,” laughed Thor.

“Such…blatant lies?” Loki was edging on seething.

“But…aren’t you the God of Lies?” you asked, feeling stupid now. “Does that mean you don’t really have a wolf for a son?”

“Wolf?” he asked weakly.

“You know…” you really had to scrape your mind for this one. “Fenrir the wolf, Jormungand the serpent, and Hel who was half alive and half dead. All had by Angrboda. Along with Narfi by Sigyn. Vali, who no one knows who the mother is. And, uh - Sleipnir that you…” you coughed awkwardly. He was staring quite intensely at this new information. His face read that it was all false. “…well, you, uh, gave…birth…to…”

“Brother!” gasped Thor. “You did what?!”

“I did no such thing,” Loki growled. “This is all ridiculous! - Why would I even name my children that? - I have bedded many women, but have no sons. Or daughters, for that matter. And Sigyn and Angrboda of all the giants!”

“Sorry,” you whispered hoarsely. You sank into the nearest seat. Thor couldn’t stop laughing as Loki stormed around the room, muttering angrily about ‘stupid humans’ with their ‘ridiculous stories’. When he was calmer, he dropped back into his seat at the end of the couch. Then you plucked up the courage to speak again, "So…that, what I just saw, was real? I…I actually lived it?”

Loki nodded. “Yes, that happened. If you remember that, then there must be a way to unlock everything else.”

“Hey, whoa,” you said urgently. “I don’t even know if I want to yet!”

“Wha - of course you want to, you’re a divine being! Do you want to stay trapped in this… pathetic existence forever?”

“Maybe I like being normal, ” you countered, knowing it was a half-lie. “What if I don’t even get powers with the memories?! What powers did I have anyway? Also, if I hated being divine before, what makes you think that now would be any different? Besides, why - if it is true - should I fall in love with you again? You did this to me!”

You groaned, a sharp pain shot through the back of your head. And you were dragged down into another time. You were older than the last one. It was pouring, you could feel the icy droplets on your skin. Thunder was cracking deafeningly around you, and lightning was streaked brightly through the sky. You were on a hill, looking down on Asgard.

“You…You did this to me!” you shrieked. Across from you stood Loki.

“I was only trying to help!” he insisted, regret crumpling his features. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“I’m a divine being, a future ruler, and you made me look like a bumbling mortal! - Everything is ruined. I even made my outfit on my own! And you’ve ruined it! You always ruin everything!”

“[Name], please, I’m sure we can sort this out. Come to some sort of agreement. I -”

“You,” you laughed harshly. “You sound just like your father when he made me swear my life to you!”

You felt sick as your surroundings faded back to your apartment. Loki evidently distraught. You coughed, gagging. The phantom agony still twisting in your stomach.

“What - What on earth did you do?” you groaned. “The hill, the storm - you sound like your father..?”

Loki paled and tried to dart from the room. He blathered out an excuse. But Thor caught him and turned him back around. Wrestling him into a chair.

“Get off me!” Loki snapped. Then turned to you. “I may have … accidentally … ruined an extremely important public showcase. In which you were to be officially announced as my betrothed. Thereby ruining your reputation for a year or so.”

You heard Thor utter, “Oh no…not that.”

“What did you do?” you asked.

Loki was silent. He reclined in his chair, avoiding looking at you. Then he sighed, a nervous smirk crumpling his features. “I was young then, to be fair. I mean, that was eons ago, does it really matter?”

“Considering I don’t remember why, yes it does.”

The Trickster God pursed his lips, looking in physical pain. Then he groaned in defeat. “I wanted to show my people what a great warrior you were. And I … transformed … into the one thing you feared most. A creature that had, well, ravaged a better part of your kingdom. And nearly killed you. - I honestly thought you’d fight me. You even let me take a swipe at you, it ruined the lovely outfit you’d made. And you ran off … without even a single blow. Asgard laughed you off.”

“Wow, I…that seems like a really, really stupid idea,” you mused.

“You didn’t talk to me for about a month, if that makes up for anything,” Loki stated matter-of-factly with a shrug.

Thor laughed again. “Yes, he’d even tried to romance you-”

“Shut up!”

“He brought you lots of flowers, and food, and even tried -”

“Brother, no!”

“He tried to write you a song, but he’s never been musically inclined. So then he tried to do a play. Both of which failed miserably. He even tried to get one of the guards to smite him. He sat naked in your courtyard for two days waiting for someone to do it. And then -”

“That’s enough!” Loki looked both entirely devastated, face a nice pink. As well as totally outraged. He looked as though he was ready to rip the Thunder God apart.

“I don’t know why you’re so mad, Loki,” said Thor nonchalantly. “They’d remember anyway.”

You couldn’t contain the laughter. The sheer thought of the man before you doing any of that sent spasms of laughter through you. Your stomach began to cramp, eyes tearing from it.

“Wh-Why were you naked?!” you laughed. “Sorry, but that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Let’s just … go,” groaned Loki, heading for your door.

“Come now, brother, it was sweet,” Thor said, joining in your laughter. “That’s not even the worst part of it all!”

“Don’t you dare,” warned Loki, his voice low and serious.

“After the guards refused to smite him, he -”

“Enough!” There was a wave of green energy, and Thor toppled backwards. Chair and all going to the floor with a hard thump.

“L-Loki,” you laughed, wiping your eyes. “What did you do?”

He crossed his arms, and stared out the nearest window. When it was evident he wasn’t going to divulge the secret, you sighed. “Give me a few days to make up my mind. I want to know what you did - it might just be worth remembering.”

You smiled at him. Loki looked furious, but conceded. They agreed to give you space, they’d be back at the end of the week. When the pair left, you spent the day pacing aimlessly about your apartment. The boxes you’d planned to unpack left untouched. None of it seemed real. Though you couldn’t deny the pain in Loki’s eyes. Even if he was trying to hide it.

It was absolutely haunting.

No more flashbacks came after that. But the next day was hell. In the morning, your entire body ached. It was like someone had taken a hammer to all of your joints. It was painful to stand, to move even the slightest bit. Around noon came the first hot flash. Like a fire had been ignited in your belly, which then spread through your chest, down your arms, to the soles of your feet and the tips of your fingers. It got hotter until you began to sweat. You ran a cold bath, you could’ve sworn the water steamed as you sunk into it.

You tried to bathe and wash to help you relax. But you were in so much pain, it was blinding. You barely stumbled back to your room and put on the first thing your hands touched. But the fabric seemed like it was ripping your skin off. You nearly screamed at the searing pain.

Flopping on your bed, you could hear voices, see people moving around you in you shadows. There was the feeling of cool cloths on your face. Someone was sobbing on your left, another on the right was holding your hand and mumbling foreign words under their breath. The hotness and pain lasted the entire day. You couldn’t move from your spot. You couldn’t even sleep for sweet relief.

Only at midnight did it all start to fade away. The shadow people disappeared, one by one. Then the crying person. The cloths were removed. But you could still hear strange words in your ear until you fell into a deep black sleep.

The following morning, you were feeling much better. Not even a touch of soreness. You were also starving but had no food. You’d not been to the store for proper shopping yet. Your friends had insisted on eating out, but there wasn’t anything in the way of leftovers. While getting ready, you decided no more singing in the shower. Although you could hear the tune to the Calling Song in your mind. Shower singing was officially banned.

You were glad to have a breakfast place near you. You’d never been in walking distance of anything like that before. It was a cute little place. It had a bunch of round tables, and a long bar with many stools were in front of the large front window. It smelled of coffee, and fresh bread, and something sweet you couldn’t place.

You sat at a small table near the window when your order came out. There was no way you were shopping on an empty stomach. You weren’t even sure you’d make it there without fainting. And your mind wandered. Had the last two days even been real? They had to be, right? And all the pain, what was that?

“Mind if I join you?” asked a voice.

You looked up. So you hadn’t dreamed it all. “Loki - um, yeah. Sure.”

Loki sat stiffly, looking out the window as well. He chuckled. “Well this is familiar, in a way. To me, probably not to you.”

You turned your attention to him, and with a sharp pain the world began to ripple. The restaurant faded to a garden. You were looking at him still, he was making the same perplexed face. But the sun shone down on him, making him truly look like a god. You were at a little round table, huge flowering bushes on either side. You had fancy cups, and little plates with tiny food.

“Are you well, my love?” you asked. Loki’s face softened and he turned to you. Smiling, he took your hands in his.

“Yes, I’m fine. My apologies,” he said. But it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Something troubles you.” You placed a hand on his cheek. “Tell me.”

He took your hand from his face, clutching it again. “It’s nothing.”

“For the God of Lies, you don’t lie to me very well.”

“If you must know, I was thinking of the future,” Loki admitted. “If you keep on this way, we’re not going to have one.”

“I’m fine,” you assured him for the thousandth time. “I’m just…off my game. That’s all.”

“Something’s wrong, can’t you feel it?”

“Nothing is wrong, so long as I’m with you.” And you kissed him firmly, knowing full well that not all was fine.

You whined, coming out of the vision. Being pulled from the padded garden chairs back to the hard plastic seats. The scent of flowers mixed strangely with the scent of coffee. But the face before you was the same. Just the suit had changed.

“Ech, was I always that - mushy?” you asked, cringing. “'Nothing is wrong, so long as I’m with you,’ bleh”

“You could be quite, given the mood,” Loki replied, turning to you. “Then again, can’t we all?”

You both were silent for a few minutes. You avoided eye contact, trying not to get pulled into your old mind again. But then it hit you - what had Loki been doing here anyway? How did he know where to find you?

“Were you following me?” you asked.

Loki flinched. “What?”

“Were. You. Following. Me? You said you’d give me until the end of the week to make up my mind.”

He sat quite still. Then shifted awkwardly. “I was called to your apartment again yesterday. I saw the state you were in. I -”

“What…What was that?” you asked quietly, not sure you wanted the answer. “What was that memory?”

Loki swallowed thickly, hesitating. “That was the first day that we realized you were…dying.”

Your stomach sank. Suddenly you wondered how many of your final days were spent like that. Writhing in pain, your body so hot you probably could’ve set fire to anything just by touching it.

“But there was something else,” he said. “This won’t take long.”

You glanced between him and the door. Then you stood, not looking down at him for fear of another flashback. You shook your head. “No, you said you’d give me until while the end of the week. This counts as interfering. I’m going.”

“[Name] -”

“No! Leave me alone, like we agreed.”

As you began to walk away, you heard Loki’s chair scrape. Then his voice called, “Fine, stay in this feeble body. Go ahead. See what I care!”

Though you in your current life it meant nothing, you felt a jab and an ancient ach in your heart. There was a sharp pain in your head, as you touched the door handle you saw a hundred different doors. Each as different as the next. And his voice echoed the same line a hundred times over, See what I care.

Anger grocery shopping was nearly as bad as hungry shopping. Before you knew it, your cart was piled high with junk food. You had to calm yourself and took your time putting things back. Then took to getting actual food and ingredients. Though you were still furious, he had answered the one question you’d wanted an answer for. How did you die the first time?

Then you began to wonder more. What did you have dominion over? If Loki was the Trickster God and Thor the god of thunder, what were you? And why were you burning when you were dying? Did it have anything to do with your abilities? What made a celestial being die anyway? Such existential questions that you didn’t really want to wonder that early in the morning.

When you returned to your apartment, it seemed like a different place. Instead of the homey feeling it’d gained upon moving in. The space was now strange, alien. It’d been tainted by unreal things. You now feared that one wrong move would cause an unpleasant jab in your head. That you would sink back into a different body, remembering things that didn’t seem yours.

You put the groceries away slowly. Then fiddled with the TV until you could get to one streaming service or another. But you’d only managed to pull up the news. The story the last few days were of the Avengers, but when weren’t they anymore? Some ingenious thing Tony Stark had been planning on unveiling. Loki’s face bobbed in and out of the stories. You shut it off quickly.

There was going to be a memory if you kept watching. You could feel it. But you didn’t want old emotions getting in the way of a new mind. That made sense, right? You couldn’t be biased. If he was telling the truth, then this new life was a clean slate. So far, you hadn’t been impressed by the memories you’d seen. So did you really want it back?

In the following days, you didn’t do much. You could feel a build-up in your mind. Small things began to pull you under. But you pushed them away. You weren’t going to drown in the waves of time. You were worried about what would happen when you finally let one sneak through.

Could you lose all sense of your current self? If you did gain back all your memories, would you still be this you? Or would you be your old you? The thought of losing everything you currently were, everything you’d worked for. All that you currently cared about suddenly meaning nothing - it was terrifying. It was worse than wondering what happened to you after death. Because you would still be living. But would you be trapped in your mind? Just staring out, watching as you did things you didn’t want to?

You spent most of the days in bed, only venturing outside of your room to eat. But even doing this began to dredge up the hotness again. You must not have been able to leave bed much, there at the end. And your old mind was telling your new one as much. But you dreaded the last day of the week much more than anything the hotness did to you. You weren’t sure you’d actually made up your mind yet. You vaguely wondered if Loki was still angry with you.

“Clear and unbiased,” you murmured to yourself. You were waiting for the two gods to show up. They’d never given you a proper time, just a general estimation. But your nerves had you up and ready early. You were pacing, meticulously straightening things to keep your mind occupied. You nearly ran to the door when there was a knock, you wanted this over with.

“Hey - eeeeyyyyyy,” you said, trying to remain cool. It was one of your friends. “Wha-Wha-What, What’re you doing here?”

“You haven’t been answering your phone,” they said. “Wanted to make sure you didn’t get kidnapped your first day alone. - You alright?”

You nodded stiffly. “Mhm, mhm - sorry. I’ve - just - been busy. You know how moving is! Lots of unpacking, and rearranging, cleaning. - Nothing fun. Phone is the last thing on my mind.”

Your friend eyed you, then your outfit. “You’re lookin’ nice. You got a date today? Why didn’t tell me?!”

“Not a date,” you corrected. “A, uh, interview! Video call, it should be starting soon. I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Okay,“ they said suspiciously. "Good luck - text me.”

You sighed in relief as you shut the door behind them.

“I thought they’d never leave,” groaned a voice behind you. You spun around to find the very two people you’d been waiting for standing down the hall in the living room.

"Thor, Loki,” you gasped, quickly walking to them. “It would’ve been nice if you’d told me when you planned on showing up!”

“We’re here,” joked Thor with a grin. You sent a sharp look his way and went to the couch. “How was your week then?”

“Terrible,” you groaned. “Pretty sure I died again a few days ago. And everything little thing tries to dredge up something new. - This isn’t going to stop is it?”

“Probably not,” said Loki, he still seemed miffed. “You’ve started the process, you can’t stop it now.”

You groaned. “But what if I didn’t want this?”

“Then you shouldn’t have sang the damn song!”

“I didn’t know I had until you turned up in my room!"

”[Name], Loki,“ soothed Thor, "what’s done is done. If we can’t stop it, then we might as well help it along. C'mon - it’ll be fun to have you around again!”

“What happens if I don’t want to?” you yelled, staring Loki down. Something about this felt familiar. “What happens if you just go away and never come back?!”

A severe jab in the temple sent you to the floor. Images flew passed your eyes, faces you didn’t know, all blurring together. You could hear soft voices, which then turned into cries and screams. You were getting very hot again. You could smell smoke, but not like anything you’d ever smelled before. It was - sulfuric, was the best way to describe it. You streaks of red, of fire and blood and something else.

You were hot, absolutely burning. You screamed as something icy was poured over you again and again. It felt like it was peeling your skin away. But then the burning cooled until you felt like yourself. You could sit up now, but were devastated to find scorch marks on the floor under a layer of water. You were going to have to pay for that.

“What, What happened?” you choked, your throat felt burnt. You put a hand to your aching head.

“Your answer,” said Loki softly. “You’ll burn.”

“Why? Why all the pain and the burning?” you whined, flopping back into the water.

“You were the being of volcanoes, fire, and hot springs, what do you expect?” asked Thor.

You threw an arm over your face. “That answers multiple questions I had.”

You sat up, pulling yourself onto your sofa. You were drenched, but you didn’t care. Loki still stood, but Thor was back in the armchair. Both appeared equally concerned.

“So I’ll - burn up - if I don’t choose to remember,” you stated quietly.

“This body can’t take the power within,” explained Loki, sitting. “The ritual didn’t work like it was supposed to. It was supposed to take away your powers completely, but keep your memories. It seems to have temporarily taken away both. And if you don’t get back to a celestial state - we’ll have to watch you die all over. And Odin knows I refuse to go through that again!”

He cringed as he caught his last words. You caught Thor smile at his brother before saying, “And you’ll get to be with him all over again - if that’s a good thing.”

“What if the old memories don’t convince me to love him?” you asked flatly. You didn’t want to fall in love with someone just because of who you used to be. This seemed to catch both gods off guard.

“Well then allow him to win you again.”

“You mean properly?” you corrected. “I had to be sworn to marry because I kept running away, remember.”

“Excellent!” Thor cheered. Loki looked devastated, you could tell he just expected it all to fall into line on its own. “Allow Loki a year -”

“Six months,” you countered.

“Six months then. - To woo you properly. To try to unlock your memories. How does that sound, brother?” Thor was giving him a hopeful grin.

“I suppose I have no choice,” Loki sighed.

“Fine - then you have six months to help return my memory. Along make me fall in love with you again,” you agreed.

“I just fear,” Loki said sternly, turning to you. “ That we may not have that much time, pet.”

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doeeyeddarlingxo · 4 years

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The Myriad Misadventures of a Midgardian Queen-In-Training - Chapter 1

Why did I decide 4.5 years and 53 chapters in to try and post this directly on Tumblr? I honestly don’t know. I’ll try to space out the chapter posts a bit between other posts/reblogs, so hopefully this won’t be as painful a process as I fear!

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Summary: In an AU where Loki DID take over the world by the end of The Avengers, you (the reader) receive a letter on your sixteenth birthday informing you that you are eligible to be considered for The Choosing, a one-time-only, televised event in which the new King of Midgard will select a wife.

Eight girls. One crown. Who will win?

Word Count: 1115

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Rating: T

A/N: Keep in mind—I started writing this story my sophomore year of high school, when I was 15 or 16. A lot of it is cringe-y. A lot of my views and values has changed since then. That being said, I hope you enjoy anyway!

Myriad Misadventures - Chapter 1

The letter comes at the worst time imaginable.

The envelope is plain, if a bit large compared to the average letter. What first catches your attention is that it is addressed to you. Not Mom or Dad, not Erik or Carlie, but you. Okay, so it’s technically addressed "To The Parent/Guardian of (Y/N),” but still! It doesn’t have a return address, which doesn’t strike you as particularly strange, until you tear into the envelope and notice two things:

The heavy, creamy stationery.

The insignia. The smooth, calligraphy-curly insignia, drawn in deep, shiny, green ink.

“Mom!”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“C’mere!”

You shove the letter and envelope at her. “It was addressed to me - kinda - but I didn’t read it. I just saw the - ”

“Insignia,” she breathes. Her eyes widen as she scans the page.

You expect her to tell you what’s going on as soon as her gaze reaches the bottom of the page. Instead, you watch as she reads it again. And again. The third time she goes to reread it, you can’t stand waiting any longer. “Mom!”

“Sweetheart.” She looks up at you, eyes filled with dread. But instead of explaining, she shakes her head, stuffing the paper back into the envelope. “It’s nothing we need to worry about right now. Go get dressed.”

“What?” You can’t believe it. “No! Mom, come on. I know it’s about me. I have a right to know!” You extend an arm, but she pulls the letter just out of reach. You play the only card you have left. “It’s my birthday.”

At that, you see her resolve weaken a little bit. But it’s not enough. “Exactly. You deserve to have a nice evening out, and this can wait until tomorrow.”

“Let’s compromise. Open it at dinner. As a family,” you add.

At long last, she nods. “All right.” A split second later, her expression has gone from serious to playful as she leans in to kiss you on the cheek. “Now go change. And decide where you want dinner from. Your birthday, your choice."

(Yep. The letter arrives on the day you turned sixteen. Because you couldn't have been born one freaking day later.)

You run upstairs, grabbing a dress at random from your closet and yanking it on over your least-worn nude tights. Any minute, you know, your mom will leave to pick Carlie up from soccer practice.

Sure enough, you hear the tell-tale slam and click of the front door. You let out a sigh of relief when, upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, you see her pocketbook hanging from the back door, the envelope peeking out.

It takes you an infuriatingly long time to pull out and unfold the letter, shaky as your hands are, but you finally manage it. Beneath the insignia, it reads:

Dear Ms. (LN),

It is recorded that, as of (DD/MM), you are a heterosexual female between the ages of sixteen and thirty. As is such, you have been marked as eligible to participate in an exciting event in our realm’s history - The Choosing.

As the fifth anniversary of his rule approaches, our great leader has seen it fit to take a wife. Eight women will be selected from a lottery to compete for his hand in marriage. If you are the recipient of this letter, you are required to fill out the attached forms and submit them to your nearest government office by no later than a week from the day on which you received this letter.

Your king and government thank you for your service.

You’ve never been one for screaming at surprises. Instead, you have a tendency of going into shock, acting kind of dazed as your mind slowly absorbs whatever new piece of information it was being bombarded with. Which is what you do now.

“Heterosexual female between the ages of sixteen and thirty.” I’m a heterosexual female. I’m fifteen. I mean, I’m sixteen. I’m a sixteen-year-old straight girl…”The Choosing?” What the hell is The Choosing? And “Our great leader?” Who...oh. OH. Right.

Honestly, after the Battle of New York, life has pretty much gone on as usual, besides the whole thing with psycho-alien-king-guy taking over the world. You’ve never followed politics, and besides the fact that you miss your once-frequent trips into the city - Mom doesn’t want you there alone while all the renovations are going on - you’ve been too busy to notice any major changes. You still go to school and participate in your usual extracurriculars and stay up too late Skyping your friends. You have done quite a bit of online research - about Loki and the nine realms and what exactly went down during the Battle of New York and how apparently he's some kind of Norse god - so you aren’t completely ignorant, but after a while you’ve just fallen back into your normal routine.

But now, this letter…

So, Him. Psycho-alien-king-guy. Loki. Our great leader. Um, keep reading...wife. Eight women. Marriage. Competing? What, like The Bachelorette? Or The Bachelor, I guess, in this case...recipient of this letter, that’s me. Fill out the form...why? What service are they thanking me for? Are they just trying to ensure they have enough viewers for The Bachelor: Alien Royalty Edition?

Finally, it clicks.

Oh, my God.

Oh. My. God.

They want you. They’re rounding up potential candidates to star in their little reality marriage competition, and they want you.

But...I’m too young! I just barely made the age cutoff! That's so unfair! You rack your brain for more reasons why you should be exempt from this ridiculous "lottery" - as though that'll make any difference. I’m not even over the age of consent! In New York, I mean. If I was in California or Ohio or something, that would be a different story, but this is New York, so I still have a year before...or did they change the age of consent when they changed the government and stuff? Again, you didn’t really paid any attention to the news when all of that was going on. Or ever, really.

Later, you check Google and see that yes, the age of consent is still eighteen pretty much worldwide, something you might have found interesting and mildly amusing under different circumstances.

Like if you had a boyfriend, for instance.

Which you didn’t. Ever.

But these circumstances...the government wants you to marry a guy you’ve never met. Or compete to marry a guy you’ve never met, anyway...and based on what you know about Loki from your research thus far (Frost Giant? Trickster God? Psychopath?), you’re more than a little scared.

Okay, let's be honest: you are absolutely terrified.

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Lie to Me (Ch. 3 of ?)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

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

Words: 1700

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

SHOUTOUT TO @molmcb and @jessiejunebug for their awesomeness.

Requested Tags: @deraniel @iamverity @yasnooshka24 @themusingsofmany @dark-night-sky-99 @wegingerangelica

You really have no idea what to expect. A message popped up in your inbox telling you to be in a certain room at a certain time. That’s it. Nothing about who you were meeting or why they wanted you there. But you know better than to ask questions about things SHIELD has deemed to be on a need-to-know basis. So you gather your notebooks and straighten your uniform, and take a deep breath before opening the large double doors in front of you.

That breath is immediately knocked out of you when you catch sight of the other occupants of the room. They’re a little hard to miss. Tony Stark has certainly been on the news enough for you to recognize immediately, though he looks more haggard and hungover than on his usual press tours. The bright red curls of Black Widow are iconic by now, as is the shield leaned up against Captain Roger’s chair. He drums his fingers on it thoughtfully. Judging by the arrowhead flitting through a brunet man’s fingers, you’d guess him to be the archer Hawkeye. And of course, the Norse god Thor sits with his mythical hammer Mjolnir by his side, also looking lost in thought. Oh, Christ. What have you gotten yourself into?

There’s a rather inconspicuous chair situated in the corner of the room, away from the conference table where all the superheroes- Avengers- are seated, so you settle into that, trying to take up as little room as possible. You also try not to hyperventilate. For some reason, being in the same room one-on-one with a god who has decidedly not great intentions is much less intimidating than being in a room full of heroes.

Thankfully, Fury walks in a second later, and all eyes drift to him as he takes his place at the head of the room. The second he opens his mouth, questions begin to overflow into the air-

“Where is he?”

“When does the interrogation start?”

“Bastard better be in pain-”

“The press keep asking if he’s contained-”

“Who are you?”

You glance up belatedly, realizing that last question is directed at you. “Um-” you look at Fury for help, but he simply raises his eyebrows at you. “I don’t think I’m allowed to tell you that. For… security purposes.” Which is complete and utter bullshit, and you’re fairly sure everyone in the room knows it, but the thought of being on any of these people’s radar makes your stomach turn. “I work for SHIELD.”

Tony Stark snorts. “Obviously.” He turns back to the director. “Well?”

“Loki is contained,” he says simply. “None of you will be allowed to access his cell.” This statement raises a round of protests until the man holds up a vaguely threatening hand. “Both the government and Asgard want him alive. And his being alive cannot be guaranteed if he’s put in a room with any single one of you.”

Most of them look disappointed, but in a murder-y, vicious sort of way. Thor looks relieved. “So we’re holding him?”

Fury nods. “We’ve worked out a temporary truce with Asgard. Before he returns with Thor for their trial, he’ll remain here with us until we can get some answers out of him.”

The group seems to agree to this with varying degrees of acceptance. “And who exactly is going to have the pleasure of choking him out until he gives over the intel?” This comes from the archer, who very much looks like he wants to be the one to have that pleasure.

“We have several of our best agents on the job. And…” Fury’s good eye trains on you, and you clear your throat in effort to keep your voice from wavering.

“They’ve also got me.” All eyes are suddenly on you, ratcheting your breathing up to eleven.

“You?” Stark asks incredulously. “What, is SHIELD just sending in junior agents as fodder now?”

You want to argue, but you really can’t, considering you’re basically the definition of a noob when it comes to this. The Norse god Thor is staring at you coldly, and dear god you really don’t want your neck snapped by any mythological figures anytime soon. “I’m keeping him company while he’s locked up, nothing more. I’m not going to hurt him,” you say, mostly to the god. He must see some truth in your statement because he settles back into his chair. “I’ve studied mythology, so I know a little about-”

“Yeah. I don’t really think you’d be capable of hurting him even if you wanted to, sweetheart.” You have to stop yourself from glaring at the billionaire. Jesus, does his mouth ever stop? “Why the hell aren’t you sending one of us in to do the job? Or, I don’t know, someone capable of actually defending themselves?”

“You’re all biased,” Fury answers easily. “If we’re going to get any answers out of him, he needs to feel like he isn’t in imminent danger of being throttled at the drop of a hat.”

The Black Widow raises a delicate eyebrow. “You plan on what, psychoanalyzing him?”

Thor shakes his head. “He is the god of lies, his words are not so easily sieved through-”

“He’s a psychopath.” The archer’s eyes look dead. “Enough said.”

Thor coughs. “I am not sure precisely what this ‘psychopath’ means, but I can assure you-”

“Save it, Thor.” The arrowhead stops flitting through the air, and the man abruptly stands, throwing a caustic look your way. “When he’s got you shaking on the floor wishing you were dead, let me know and I’ll put an arrow through his eye.” He leaves without looking back. After a few moments, the Widow follows silently.

How reassuring. This assignment just keeps getting better and better.

Fury sighs heavily. “You’ll be updated when deemed necessary.” A dismissal if you ever heard one. You’re out the door in a flash, intent on putting as much distance between you and that room and the people in it as possible. You’re so lost in thought you don’t even notice you’re being followed until you’re five hallways away.

“Lady Y/N.” You freeze, recognizing the deep voice behind you.

“Um… yes?” You say faintly. You’re scared to turn around.

“Please, I only wish to introduce myself.” That gets you to look at him. Thor Odinson stands at a respectful distance away, hunching his shoulders to make himself seem slightly less intimidating. It isn’t really working. “I am Thor,” he continues. “Son of Odin, prince of Asgard. Loki’s… brother.” He says the last bit hesitantly, as if he isn’t sure anymore.

“I know who you are,” you blurt without thinking, then immediately turn red and slap a hand over your mouth. You are not going to fangirl over Thor. You’re not you’re not you’re not. Just because you’ve been reading bedtime stories about him since you were five and wrote your dissertation about Norse gods does not mean-

“You do?” He doesn’t seem insulted. More like pleasantly surprised. “I take that my reputation precedes me.”

“Something like that. It helps that I’ve been studying mythology since I was little…”

“You mentioned this. What does it mean?”

“Mythology?” He nods. “Well. Basically, it’s the study of… you. I mean, not just you specifically. But gods and monsters and things like that. Of course, until a few years ago we had no idea what we were studying actually existed…”

He chuckles at that. “Indeed. I am pleased to hear our exploits have stood the test of time.”

“No kidding. You’ve got stories about you that date back to 1030, and that’s just what we’ve been able to uncover and translate-” you stop yourself, realizing you’re going into your whole overly-enthusiastic-academic persona. “But you probably already know that. Sorry.”

He surprises you with a hearty laugh, throwing back his head and making his hair ruffle around his shoulders. You find yourself smiling back. “I am happy to see the little one has such a lively personality! Perhaps it will do him some good.”

You want to bristle at him calling you ‘little one’, but he says it with absolutely no malice in his voice. Considering he’s about three times the size of you, you figured it’s a fair assessment. “Maybe,” you say sheepishly. “As of now he won’t even acknowledge when I’m in the room.”

“He is stubborn, and no doubt in a highly unpleasant mood.”

You snort. “I suppose foiled evil plots tend would do that to you.”

Thor sobers at your words; an abrupt change to his demeanor. “Tell me something, lady,” he says carefully. “What is your opinion of my brother?”

What? “Well, he did try to blow up half of New York and enslave the human race.”

“Aye, that he did.” He doesn’t offer anything else, but he seems to be looking for something nonetheless.

You shrug your shoulders. “He doesn’t strike me as the type to do something without reason, I guess. If historical accounts are to be believed he’s much too smart for that. I’m trying to keep a neutral opinion unless he gives me reason to think otherwise.”

“I see.” Thor looks at you thoughtfully. “You are wise for your years, lady Y/N.”

“You are literally thousands of years old.”

“And therefore you can take my word for it.” He pauses. “I am not allowed to see my brother, as you heard. Will you tell me of him? Just so I know he is…” he doesn’t seem to know how to finish that thought.

“I’ll let you know what I can.” Thor seems genuinely worried for his brother, and it sends a pang through your chest. The god nods, accepting that. “I’ve got a report to type up, so-”

“I will not keep you.” He inclines his head in a very polite manner. “Thank you for speaking with me.”

“Of course.” He walks off in the opposite direction, leaving half your brain screaming you just had a conversation with the god of thunder and the other half sulking and now you have to go sit with the god of lies.

A/N: Yeeeeeeeah you’re not exactly on great terms with the Avengers in this story. Fair warning.

Also, we’re up to 🎉 30k! 🎉 with 12-ish more chapters to be written? That’d put us at around 30 chapters, woot

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shyficwriter · 5 years

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What Kind of Magic is This?

Guardians of the Galaxy Fanfic | Yondu, Reader, Kraglin, Loki

Summary: Loki’s first few days on the ship. You’d think he’s never had to clean anything in his life. Of course mischief also ensues.

Word Count: 2690

It has been three days since the man named Loki came aboard the ship.

In addition to the extra person on the ship, you now had several questions swirling around your head.

If Loki was real, and apparently also Thor, were all the other Norse gods real as well? Which stories might be real and which might be myth?

Loki was found floating about in space. If he was in space, did that mean he lived on another planet? Was Asgard real too? Were Loki and the other gods really aliens like Yondu or Kraglin?

For now you decided to push these questions aside, maybe you could ask Loki if you ever got the chance and felt brave enough. You didn't want to offend him, after all.

Loki seemed to heal extraordinarily fast for what he had been through, floating in space and all that. He was up and walking around the very next morning, to the surprise of not only you, but Yondu and Kraglin as well. You overheard Yondu wondering to Kraglin how 'that guy’ could be up and about so soon.

While Loki excelled in fast healing, he lacked in the manual labor department. Meaning that once Yondu decided to go ahead and assign him some cleaning duties, he was practically useless. He had actually started to annoy you with how many times he’d come find you to ask how something was done, like cleaning the latrines, or starting a washing machine. At one point you thought in frustration, ‘Ugh. Did he grow up with a freaking maid???’ but then after a moment you realized, he probably did.

You did wonder at first why he didn’t just ask Yondu how to do the tasks when he assigned them, but figured he was probably intimidated by the blue Ravager captain and didn’t wish to irritate him.

On the third day, while you were instructing him how to work the waste compactor, he finally asked you where everyone else was.

“I’ve noticed it’s just you, me, and the two other men on this ship. Where are the others? Surely it’s not just the three of you on a ship of this size?

“There are others,” you confided. “But they went on a mission over a week ago. They got a distress call from some Asgardian refugee ship. They haven’t come back yet.”

Loki wasn’t looking at you, but you thought he looked a bit pale. “Are you worried?” he asked.

“I wish I wasn’t. I know they’re strong fighters if they got into trouble, they always get out ok. I just wish I had been able to go with them, but, you know...” you say to him, gesturing to your broken ankle as if the crutches weren’t clue enough. “One of them, Peter, he’s like an older brother to me. I’m not sure what I’d do if he didn’t come back.”

Loki nods and turns away, his task completed. “I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. If he’s as good a fighter as you say, then I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”

You felt there was something odd about the way he wouldn’t look at you as he said this. However, you try to shrug it off, not wanting to project your anxieties about Peter onto this new visitor. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” you say, “I’m going to head back to my quarters. I’ll be there if you need anything else, or even if you just want someone to talk to. I know the other two can be a little rough.” you laughed.

Loki finally faced you again, this time smiling. “Yes, that they are. Thank you for the offer. I’m sure I’ll be in need of your assistance again in no time.”

You smile and head back to your quarters, noting as you left that you could have sworn there was sadness in his eyes hidden behind the man’s grinning facade.

***

Later that evening you were sitting at your desk getting some reading in before you were needed to go cook supper, as it was your night to cook.

You heard a knock and turned to see Loki standing in your doorway. You assumed he must have needed help with yet another labor task Yondu had assigned him to do.

“What is he making you clean now?” you chuckle, putting your reading tablet away and trying to hide your annoyance at being interrupted yet again.

“Actually he instructed that I help you cook tonight. He doesn’t seem to have much faith that I would know how.”

You wince slightly with a grin. “I mean, I can’t exactly blame him... You barely knew how to do any of the other tasks he assigned you. You come off as a little soft in his eyes.”

Loki looked taken aback. “I’ll let you know on Asgard I was trained from a young age to fight and rule. We didn’t have time for other.. menial tasks.”

“Right. Well around here you need to be more than just a good fighter. You also need to pull your weight.” you said, grabbing your crutches and standing up. “Yondu won’t tolerate anyone who doesn’t. Not on his ship.” You grin at Loki as you make your way out the door. “Do you even know how to cook, dude?”

“Of course!” Loki retorted. You swore you could hear the eye-roll in his voice as he filed out the door behind you.

The two of you finally made it to your destination after a few minutes. It was a large service kitchen, meant at one time to serve a large Ravager crew and now only served the nine Guardians of the Galaxy, which would now perhaps be ten if Loki were to stay for good. You started getting out the ingredients and pots to cook in while Loki assisted. You had him fill a pot with water and you opened one cabinet looking for the pasta strainer.

Upon opening the cabinet you sighed. Someone had of course placed the strainer on the top shelf, and you weren’t exactly the tallest member on the team.

Because you had just teased him about needing help with so many mundane tasks, you were too stubborn ask Loki, who was by far taller than you, for help. You set your crutches aside and tried to stretch upwards to reach the object without putting weight on your bad ankle, not an easy task.

Loki had finished filling the pot and noticed your struggle as he went to place it on the stove. “Need some help there?” he smirked.

“No. I’ve got it.” Your fingers were just brushing the handle. You were so close, but yet so far, and too stubborn to back down.

“Are you sure? I’m fairly certain I can get it down for you.”

“No, I said I’ve got it.”

As you said this you nearly lost your balance. Loki saw this and approached you.

“Well if you’re going to be so stubborn, then at least allow me to keep you from falling as you try in this fruitless endeavor.”

“I’m fine. I said I got it -ack!”

Loki’s hands had made contact with your lower ribs as he attempted to steady you. This made your arms clamp down to your sides and you made a short, almost strangled, noise.

“Watch it.” you warned, blushing slightly.

“Ah. Ticklish. I’ll be sure to log that away for later.” he laughed.

“Oh shush,” you scolded, rolling your eyes and still blushing. “Just get the damn strainer.”

Loki reached up and grabbed the strainer with ease, grinning at you. “God of Mischief, love.” he laughed.

You took the strainer from him while rolling your eyes. "More like God of being a brat." you said, giving him a playful punch in the arm before setting the strainer by the sink and hobbling over to the counter to grab the cutting board.

This interaction seemed to awaken something in him, as he became more... playful? No. Mischievous would be a more correct word.

You'd chop up some vegetables, turn your back, and your knife would be missing. Get out a new knife because Loki had "absolutely no idea where it could have gone," and soon your original knife would appear right where you left it.

Well, two could play at that game. When Loki had his back turned to check the boiling water, you threw a scrap chunk of vegetable with the stem attached at him and hit him in the back of the head. Of course you had "no idea" how that happened, but now that you had his attention you asked him if he would mind washing the cutting board now that you were finished with it as you grabbed some pasta to dump in the water.

He obliged. Unfortunately for him you managed to sneak a rubber band from your pocket that was the same black color of the the spray nozzle and placed it around the clamp while he wasn't looking.

You were dumping the pasta into the pan when you heard his startled cry. You turned around to find him with a sizable wet patch on his chest and clenched your jaw to keep from grinning.

"You didn't." Loki said with a mix of shock and amusement in his voice.

“I don’t know what you mean.” you say, turning back towards the pot because you were losing the battle not to grin. “But you might want to clean up that water before you slip.”

“Do you really think you can out-trick The Trickster? Did you learn nothing from those Midgardian stories?” Loki mock-scolded.

“Again, don’t know what you’re talking ab-AHH!” You jump out of your skin when you realize the spoon you just picked up had turned into a snake. You quickly drop it to the floor, only for it to turn back into a spoon just before hitting the ground. You spun around in shock.

Loki had a look of almost smug amusement. “Do you yield?”

“I didn’t know you could do that.” you reply, gathering yourself. “And no, I do not yield. This isn’t over. However, I would like to offer a temporary truce, so that we can get through cooking supper without accidentally injuring one of us.”

“Very well.”

You nod and grab another spoon from the counter as your previous one was now dirty to check the pasta and you both return to finishing dinner.

Loki strained the pasta for you and asked where the large bowls were.

You told him to just dump it back in the same pot. “No need to be fancy around here.” you joked, “We’ll just serve it in the same pot we cooked it in.”

You then proceeded to nudge the pot in his direction, but noted in confusion that his eyes got wide as you did so. You quickly realized that, like a dummy, you didn’t think how the pot would still be hot and quickly jerked your and away, perhaps slightly too late to be believable, and feigned the pain you couldn’t feel from the hot surface.

You made a mental note to be more careful. Yes, if he stayed for good he’d find out about your condition eventually, but that time didn’t need to be now. It’d be nice to have one even just person believe you were normal again, even if you knew it might not last.

Loki looked at you strangely but didn’t say anything. He wondered to himself if he imagined it, or did you really not seem to feel anything at first when you touched the hot metal of the pot? Quite strange indeed.

To change the subject you asked Loki to help you carry the food through the doors to the mess hall.

“You better just leave that all to me, miss. I’m not sure if you noticed, but your hands are going to be a little busy with those crutches. You don’t really seem to be in any condition to be carrying much. Frankly I’m surprised at how well you even maneuvered around to cook.”

You give him a look of contempt. “I’m not helpless,” you scold, moving to pick up the stack of plates and utensils, “I can still carry the plates out.”

Loki blocked your way. “I insist.”

Now if there was one thing you hated, it was being treated like a baby, and though you were sure he was just trying to be chivalrous, it was starting to hit that button.

“Now listen here you little-” you started to rant about how you didn’t need help but you were cut off when Yondu walked through the mess hall doors into the kitchen.

“What’s goin' on here?” He looked immediately at Loki. The red eyed captain had come by to check how everything was going when he heard you raise your voice from outside the doors. Naturally he automatically assumed Loki was causing you trouble as he still didn’t completely trust the newcomer yet.

“Nothing.” you pouted. You knew Yondu was only going to take Loki’s side on this one.

“I’m trying to convince her to just allow me to carry the meal out, because well...” he gestured to your crutches sitting up against the counter beside you.

Yondu gave you a warning look. “Now what did I tell ya about taking it easy, lil’ missy? Let the boy help ya an’ quit being so damn stubborn.”

You sigh and make a gesture of relent. Loki gives you a cheeky grin as he grabs the pot with the pasta and carries it through the doors to be set on a table.

Yondu gives you a knowing look. “That ankle ain’t even close to being healed yet. Unless ya want me to make Kraglin babysit ya all day, ya better start listenin’ to me an' start takin’ it easy.”

Your shoulders slump as you look at the Centaurian in protest, before finally giving in with a sigh. “Fine.” That didn’t stop you from thinking ‘If it was Kraglin or Peter you wouldn’t be forcing them to ‘take it easy,’ however.

Yondu then picked up the stack of plates so that you couldn’t attempt to as Loki walked back into the kitchen.

You dejectedly grab your crutches and go to walk past the stove to grab some napkins, cheekily asking Yondu if he’d throw a fit if you tried to carry the napkins.

Before Yondu could tell you to “Watch it.” for your attitude your feet had flown out from beneath you and you landed hard on your back, knocking the wind out of you for a moment. Apparently you had never bothered to pick up the spoon you dropped earlier and you just paid the price for it.

If you could have felt it apparently it would have hurt like hell, as out of the corner of your eye you could see Yondu grip the counter and groan in pain, his knees almost buckling.

Loki quickly moved to your side, his eyes looking between you and Yondu as he helped you sit up. He didn’t quite know what was going on, but it didn’t take a genius to notice that when you fell, instead of you crying out in pain, Yondu did.

That was quite strange indeed, and he was sure he hadn’t imagined it.

Yondu had come towards you as well, a grumpy look on his face. The pain and shock perhaps making him forget that this newcomer wouldn’t understand what had happened, or perhaps he simply didn’t care. “Dammit girl!” he groaned, rubbing his back. “I told ya, ya need to be more careful! Ya almost cracked a damn rib! Ya don’t need that on top of a broken ankle!”

You sighed. “Well soRrY. It’s not like I meant to fall flat on my ass!” you sassed.

Loki looked at you again, and then back up at Yondu. ‘Does this man feel the pain instead of her?’ he thought in confusion. This was very strange, yet intriguing.

He looked at both you again before inquiring, shock clear in his voice.

“What kind of magic is this?”

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sserpente · 6 years

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A/N: Request from anon. Ahhh, this was so much fun! 😂

Words: 1553 Warnings: fluff

Being a private nurse in the Avengers compound was hardly an easy, let alone eventless task. The many injuries you had seen within two months of working for Tony Stark already were nothing like what you had been prepared for at medical school or your internship in a private hospital.

Even with no missions keeping the superheroes busy, you treated at least one of them every single day. Their tough training made them bold and reckless and not just once had they accidentally hurt themselves while kicking each other’s arses for fun.

It had only gotten more intense when Thor returned from Asgard, bringing along his new-won lightning-superpowers and his mistrustful brother Loki. He was the only one you barely ever saw in your office and treatment room, excluding that one time Clint had thrown a glass bottle at him after a fight. Just like Steve and Thor’s, the wound had healed pretty quickly but oddly, you didn’t quite understand how everyone was so annoyed by the God of Mischief.

He was… nice. Calm. Polite. Charming. In fact, he had barely talked at all upon first meeting you, let alone the times after. The only reason you knew he was still present in the compound was that you often met each other in the hallway, given the room Tony had provided him with was right next to your office. But even then, apart from a friendly “Hello” and the occasional smile, nothing ever happened.

It was strange, really. Especially, since you were oddly fond of the Trickster God. He was attractive—way more than you’d like to admit, which made him seemingly avoiding you at any cost all the sadder.

Thor’s smile was creepy—utterly eerie and uneasy. Loki frowned, irritated, as he watched you re-organising the medical books on a shelf right above your desk.

“What? What is it?” He spat, frowning suspiciously as he leaned back to eye his brother.

He had been sitting there for a while, across the hallway on a comfortable couch with a book. It was a pretence, really, for actually, he had been secretly watching you for a full hour already.

It had taken him a while to realise he was, how Thor would put it, crushing on you. Ever since he had first met you in your office for you to take a look at the bleeding wound on his forehead caused by that ridiculous glass bottle, you were on his mind. Constantly. Nonstop. Twenty-four-seven.

He ought to thank Clint for injuring him and pat Thor’s shoulder for insisting on having you check on him but of course, he did neither of those things. Instead, he chose to figure out his unusual feelings in solitude and silence. It was what he was best at.

“I know what you’re doing,” Thor began, his smile widening even more. The God of Mischief raised his eyebrows, acting innocent as he shut his book and turned around.

“And what might that be, brother? I am not planning another alien invasion, if that is your concern.”

Thor chuckled. “No, you’re not. Seems like someone invaded your heart this time, brother.”

Instantly, Loki’s head spun around, his blue eyes narrowing at the Thunderer. “I beg your pardon?”

“(Y/N). You fancy her, brother. I know you do. That’s great.”

“No. No it’s not great, Thor.”

“So you admit you are into her?”

Loki pressed his lips together to a thin line, lifting a finger as if to scold his older brother. He was not often speechless but when he was, there was a valid reason for it. It was short of a miracle. Thor usually never comprehended his feelings, let alone his behaviour. Was he really this obvious? Did love make him blind?

He grumbled something in Old Norse instead of replying with words and apparently, it was proof enough for Thor he was right. Unfortunately, he really was. He was not ashamed of crushing on you, of course. Every one—or in this case, hopefully—his brother knowing, however, would develop into daily tortures. He’d had enough of those during his childhood.

Thor sat down next to him curiously, encouraged to help his brother to win your heart. “So have you talked to her?”

“No.”

“Will you?”

“No.” He repeated more sharply.

“Why not? You can’t expect her to fall for you if you don’t make an effort, brother. Mortal women are no different from Asgardian women, they want to be courted, they want to be beguiled!”

“I did not ask for your help, Thor.” Rolling his eyes, he sighed.

The Thunderer’s face lit up. “Loki, that’s it!”

“What’s ‘it’?”

“Help! We’re doing ‘Get help’!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not, you love it! It works every time.”

“I hate it and you know it.”

Their bickering got so loud you eventually looked up from your piles of books and listened closely, slightly giggling at their conversation. You had no idea what it was about without any supernatural hearing but with your door open, their amusing arguing was clearly audible.

Seconds later, however, you flinched. It got quiet for a moment and then, without any forewarning, Thor stormed into your office, one of Loki’s hands around his shoulders. The God of Mischief himself was limping, his stunning blue eyes almost closed and his thin lips slightly parted.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), help us, please, Loki is feeling unwell! Get help, please, help him!”

Turning on your heel, you almost dropped the book you were holding.

“What?! What happened?” You responded almost hysterically.

“Loki, tell her!” Thor bellowed as he put him down on the bed and then stormed away. Your gaze turned to him.

“I, uh…” Speechless. Again. Loki silently cursed himself.

“I need to go and… ask Tony for… a glass of water, I’ll be right back!”

“There is tab here too, I—“ But with that, Thor disappeared, leaving you behind utterly confused and almost overwhelmed by the absurd situation.

“I have some water here if you need some. What happened, I heard you fighting, did Thor do something?”

“Oh yes, he did.” Loki murmured, avoiding looking you directly in the eye.

“O-okay…” Why were you so nervous? Finally, after so much time, you had him all to yourself. He was in your office, alone and apparently, in need of your help. Unfortunately, shy was your middle name.

“So… um… are you feeling dizzy? Are you sick? Are you hot, cold? Tell me what’s wrong.” Concerned, you cupped his face and studied him.

The God of Mischief sighed.

“Nothing is, (Y/N).” His cheeks, however, had turned bright red. Maybe he had a fever after all. Or was he… was he… was he blushing?!

“What do you mean? What is this all about? You know, if this is supposed to be a joke, it’s not funny, I am genuinely worried for you… a-and for the other Avengers.” You added quickly.

Finally, Loki lifted his glance. Electricity rippled through your entire body as your eyes locked. There was no way you could be angry with him for too long.

“It was… it was Thor’s idea. He was looking for an excuse for me to visit you in your office.”

“W-why?”

“Because he found out that I have taken an interest in you.” Oh, hey! This wasn’t so hard after all. His charm was returning! Perhaps he could still make this good. Perhaps he could get out of this embarrassing situation without completely humiliating himself in the process.

Your heart skipped a beat. He… had taken an interest in you?

“B-but… you’ve been avoiding me ever since we first met. I feared you might hate me.” Was this a dream? It had to be. The most wonderful dream ever!

Loki inhaled deeply in surprise. “Why would you think that? Have I ever treated you wrongly?”

“No… no, you didn’t, I just… it kind of felt like you were avoiding me.”

“I was avoiding you. I am not exactly experienced when it comes to women.” And how would he be? He had never had to enchant one before taking her to his room. Some of the young maidens back on Asgard did appreciate the company of a prince, after all, even if he was only second in the line of succession.

“However, I assume that if you are willing to forget any this…“ He lifted his arm for an extensive hand movement. “…ever happened, then I would love to take you out for dinner sometime.”

Your lips parted in awe. Loki was asking you out. He was asking you out! He was asking you out!!! Trying not to panic because of all the excessive joy tumbling through your body with a start, you swallowed thickly.

“I know this tiny Italian restaurant not too far from here. There is a bookshop right next to it.” You replied, smiling coyly at him.

Loki smirked. “Sounds like a plan.”

“About time, brother!” You suddenly heard Thor’s voice behind you. He was standing in the door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face.

So this was what they had been talking about. Loki only rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner as you giggled at the gods. You would buy Thor tons of poptarts to thank him for making him do “Get help”.

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