#if you’ve ever doubted lokis love to thor

[freakish-goth]

the way that when odin says, “of your title” and his voice reverberates is kinda funny.

what isn’t funny, however, is that when odin says “you are unworthy…” and then you see loki. the saddest, most distraught person i’ve ever seen.

edit: i am not trying to forget Thor. I’m not trying to make a whole analysis. This scene addition was supposed to show what little bits I find funny. (I stated that above.)

#loki #loki thor 1 #thor #thor 1 #odin #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #loki marvel #i kept the subtitles on for the people who don’t have audio #if you’ve ever doubted lokis love to thor #then what is the way he is staring at odin and thor #knowing what thor feels

[thebibliomancer]

Earth X #8

May, stop being in space! You need your oxygens!

Earth X: it’s a Bad Future and it is a mess.

Uatu the Watcher has been blinded and he kidnapped Aaron to be his seeing eye robot. Uatu has bullied and dehumanized Aaron into deleting his own personality.

There’s been a mass empowering event which mutated all of humanity. At first it seemed like it was Reed Richard’s fault but doubt has been raised.

A psychic brat called the Skull has arrived in New New York with an army of thousands of mind controlled people.

Bruce Banner came to Sorcerer Supreme Clea for help contacting dead Mar-Vell. But Clea turns out to be in league with Loki and traps Thor and Hulk in in the Realm of Death.

Everything is apparently the Celestials’ mysterious plan for Earth or alternatively events are off the rails and happening 200 years sooner than they’re supposed to.

Earth X has so much stuff going on. So many subplots. And yet if it was a conspiracy board, all the yarn would connect to the Celestials.

I’ve commented before that Earth X takes the chaotic, kitchen sink Marvel universe and tries to tie it all into the Celestials.

A few issues back, Uatu explained that the Asgardians weren’t gods, they were shapeshifting empathic aliens who looked like Norse mythology because people expected them too.

It wasn’t an explanation I particularly liked.

Then, last issue, it was explained that the Hulk’s various personas were only a result of the Celestial seed in Bruce absorbing more and more gamma and had nothing to do with Bruce’s mental health.

This also I didn’t particularly like.

Now Earth X goes in a similarly weird direction by claiming that Peter Parker’s trademark crushing guilt and responsibility complex are also part of the Celestial plan.

Uatu doesn’t finish explaining how the hell this makes sense because he notices Aaron ask a follow-up question… which means Aaron didn’t erase his own personality!

Yay, Aaron! It would have been a bummer for him to undergo identity death for Uatu’s jerk ass.

In fact, Aaron was pretending to be an emotionless robot because he suspected that Uatu wouldn’t reveal the true secrets behind everything as long as he could still second guess them.

So now he knows (almost) everything. And he is furious.

Aaron Stack: “Who knows, maybe man’s every vice and every hunger can be traced to the Celestials. Maybe the Celestials’ manipulation of mankind’s evolution was in actuality a step down. The fall of man. You’ve damned them, Uatu. You and your Celestial Host. I guess this doesn’t surprise me. You’ve set yourself up as God. So you have the power to damn. But do you have the power to save? Could you redeem what you’ve set out to curse? You could. I know it. But you just don’t want to bother with it. You’d rather sit. And watch.”

John Jameson, moon werewolf astronaut, wanders into the Watcher’s home and right into an argument between Uatu and Aaron.

Which is good because it gives Aaron someone else to talk to when Uatu goes to sulk.

Also, somebody to narrate to. John wants to warn Earth about a scary something approaching from space but Aaron runs through the subplot list to show how everything is a mess and nobody is really available to deal with space invaders.

Captain America uses the Lockjaw teleporter (which I guess he borrowed from Reed) to warp right into Tony’s self-quarantine. Freaking Tony the hell out with fears of contamination.

Cap tries to warn Tony about the Skull’s huge army reaching New New York but Tony is sure the Iron Avengers have it handled.

(They don’t. They’ve been destroyed by the Skull’s army)

The Skull also has his forces wipe out the Hyda. Hmm, I really thought the mind control squid would be more important to the plot. I included it in every recap.

The Skull is confronted by Cop Luke Cage (who I also thought would be more important to the plot after he had that scene with Peter Parker in issue 1) and is irreverent and horrible as ever.

He’s the worst. I love him as a villain.

Meanwhile, Reed and Ben walk the streets. Ben has an emotional breakthrough all by himself while Reed is completely engrossed in his own subplot and doesn’t notice Ben is talking to him.

He altered Cerebro to find Inhumans instead of mutants so he could find the missing Inhuman Prince but everyone on the streets is pinging as Inhuman.

At the same time, in Latveria, Luna starts spontaneously undergoing terrigenesis, the Inhuman transformation process. Which should only happen in the presence of the terrigen mist.

Which finally solves the mystery of the mass empowering event. It wasn’t an explosion at the vibranium radio tower. The entire world has been exposed to terrigen mist!

Somehow. We don’t know how. And the Inhumans seem surprised to realize that this is the case.

Over in the Sanctum Sanctorum, Clea gloats to a captive blind child Bruce but is surprised by Hulk and Thor escaping the Realm of Death with the help of ghost Strange.

She asks for Loki’s help but he’s bailed on her. Obviously.

So Clea decides to explode New New York out of spite but Thor transports her and him to Asgard, knowing Loki will prevent him from coming back.

With the Sorcerer Supreme and Thor out of his way, Loki gloats Earth is his.

Still not sure how this fits into everything else going on.

I’m not sure if Cap found any help from Tony but he moves onto Russia.

Currently ruled by Colossus.

There was a bit in an earlier appendix about how due to the mass empowering event, former superheroes were asked to take leadership positions since they were used to leading those with powers.

It hasn’t come up so I forgot about it but here we are with President? King? Secretary? Colossus.

Colossus doesn’t want to get involved because Russia is the breadbasket of the world and he needs to protect it. But Cap points out that the Skull won’t stop at the ocean. He’ll make his way to Russia eventually and he’s a dumb kid who treats this like a game. He won’t think about controlling people to do agriculture.

(If that’s the case, the Celestial plan for Earth must come about really soon after the Skull. Or at least depending on whether that’s been derailed or not by the terrigen jumping the gun by two hundred years. But my thought is, if the Skull is part of the plan, you can’t have much time between him taking over the world and whatever the Celestials need Earth for. Because the kid isn’t going to bother keeping civilization going.)

Back in New New York, Peter continues to try to convince May not to do anything. She just tells him to grow up and jumps into action against the Skull’s army without a plan.

The Skull sends Iron Maiden to confront May Venom. Iron Maiden begs May to withdraw before the Skull takes control of her but May doesn’t listen.

May beats Iron Maiden with a little asphyxiation and then immediately falls under the Skull’s control.

His creepy, creepy control.

Away from the action, Peter is at a loss for what to do now. He contemplates a Peter Parker Spider-Man costume he sees in a shop window but walks away very “Spider-Man No More” ish.

I guess Peter’s identity is out.

The appendix has a bit where John Jameson asks after his father. Aaron tells him that Jonah has himself locked up in the Daily Bugle building, the paper having gone out of business when it was revealed Spider-Man had been taking Spider-Man pictures all along. Jonah also keeps Jack Russell Werewolf By Night locked up with him, under the belief he’s werewolf astronaut John, since NASA lied to John and didn’t tell Jonah his son was going to the Moon.

Phew.

And the issue ends with the Skull and his top peeps cornering President Norman Osborn in his office.

Unless this goes in a completely unexpected direction, I also thought President Osborn would be more important to the plot than he was.

Was he just a Bad Future signifier? Things are so bad, Norman Osborn is president, but also he’s not really important?

Odd.

#earth x #liveblog #machine man #uatu the watcher #John Jameson #captain america #iron man #luke cage #mr fantastic #the thing #inhumans #hulk #Thor #Clea #Loki #colossus #spider man #mayday parker #venom #norman osborn

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Four: Doorway Kisses

Summary-3.1k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Curtis and You begin to grow closer in this new budding relationship. Little moments shared begin to really show each other who each of you is and what matters for the both of you. As much as you are falling for Curtis, Curtis is finding he is for you as well and wants to really build this into something real.

Warnings- Reader has some doubts about herself and some inner hate talk. But this is mostly just some fluff with a few heated moments. This is an 18+ Only blog.

A/N- This is a shorter chapter but I loved the little moments they shared with each other and it felt like a good time to share those moments with you guys. This one is not proofread, my beta is having herself a WELL DESERVED vacation. So you all gotta suffer with my messy writing. As always, Thank You so much for all the comments, likes and shares. Every time any of you drop me a message saying what you thought or how something reminds you of Curtis and Honey, I seriously want to cry because they are so important to me. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics, Much love and Happy Reading.🐝

Chapter 3 / Masterlist

You two had gone out a few more times during the month, each time getting to know each other a little better. The longer the two of you hung out together, the more comfortable it became. There was easy affectionate touches shared and a general ease of comfort with one another on the dates, when it was time to say goodnight, the kisses became more desiring, trying to stretch out the minutes just a little longer, just a little more. The more you got to know Curtis, the more you found yourself falling for the man who was so unlike anyone you’ve ever dated.   

You found out that Curtis loved stories, mythology, and legends, your very first glimpse was the night of your first official date stargazing. Turned out he was an avid reader in his down time and typically had a book stashed somewhere in his truck. You accidentally found a copy of The Viking Spirit under his truck's seat, the cover tattered and torn, the spine barely holding it together and when you flipped open the pages, the corners had small notes and highlights of parts he particularly seemed to enjoy. 

“Oh, I thought I had brought that inside.” He said absently as you flipped through it, taking a moment to read a couple of his notes but then closed it back up, feeling like you were imposing on his private thoughts. You tucked it on the dashboard so that he wouldn't forget to bring it inside the next time. 

“Must have slipped out of sight, out of mind. What's your favorite one?” Now here you would have thought it would have been some fearsome story about one of Odin's conquests but Curtis broke into a goofy grin and plucked the book off the dashboard, flipping through the pages. 

“This one…” He flipped the book so you could see the picture, a big man badly dressed as a woman. “When I was a kid, my grandfather read me these and this one where Loki helps Thor get back Mjolnir from a giant. I thought it was just the funniest thing, picturing Thor flirting to get his hammer back.” 

Curtis elaborated on the story, reading the chapter to you and before it was over, you both were holding your sides, laughing as tears streamed down your faces. 

“Your grandfather sounds like he was a great man, is he still alive?” 

Curtis sobered a bit, a finger tracing the books binding a moment like it was special to him. “No… I'm afraid he is not.” Then he snapped it shut and set it aside. “But him and my grandmother were great people.” 

You reached out, looking to comfort him with a gentle brush of your hand to his arm. “They sound like it, I’m sorry they are not here any longer Curtis.” 

Curtis broke into a smile and wrapped his arm around you, tucking you in close to him and a quick press of his lips went to the crown of your head. “Don’t be, it’s been a long time and I was lucky to have them.” You let yourself sink into his side, it was like you fit right there.

It wasn't just you finding out new facts, Curtis did as well. Opting one night to just order pizza instead of going out, he crashed on your apartment's couch, a box of pizza opened on the coffee table as you stuck the dvd in the player before crashing on the couch next to him. “Okay, this is… well one of my favorite movies. I know you have seen it before, and I'm most likely gonna be the biggest dork about it, but I really can't help it, okay?” 

His arm went over your shoulder and he shrugged while you scooted into the curve of his body, hitting play on your dvd players remote. “Be the biggest dork ever Honey, not gonna phase me any. Actually it's pretty cute.” Curtis chuckled and you let your face hide against his side for a moment, the casual drop of Honey making your insides twist before you turned towards the start of the movie. An all too familiar scene of In-Gen employees started milling around a dinosaur cage and Curtis tucked you in closer, muttering under his breath. “This is even better than I expected, I do hope you have the other two? They all need to be watched at once.” Knowing full well you must have had them all, but you turned a hopeful look up to him, breaking out in the damn cutest grin he had ever seen.

“You bet jurassican.” Causing Curtis to snort, he hooked his foot in the leg of your coffee table to pull it closer so he could reach for the pizza box and neither of you would really had to move from your comfortable relaxing poses. 

“You really are a dork.” He tickled lightly along your side and you playfully poked his side with your elbow. 

“Takes one to know one.” 

“Oooh Clever Girl.” Curtis teased back while he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I dino what to tell ya, I am too.” 

The night ended with you falling asleep against his shoulder and Curtis easing you onto the couch and covering you up before slipping out of your apartment. He was hesitant to leave but knew that the two of you weren’t ready for the sleeping over stage, having just started dating. Before leaving, he took one last look at you curled on the couch and smiled to himself, considering himself pretty lucky. Before he headed out of the building, he double-checked your door, making sure it was locked behind him. 

It was the beginning of October and stores in the area had there Halloween holiday displays out, covering most of Duluth's store fronts now.  Curtis made a pit stop at a gas station on the way home from work when he happened to see a little pumpkin ornament that made him think of you, the previous week you happened to mention how much you loved Halloween in a passing comment and then never mentioned anymore about it. It stuck out for Curtis, this little confession of what made you happy. So when he happened to see the little ornament for sale on the gas station counter, he included it with his purchases. 

Planning on surprising you with it, he showed up earlier than you were expecting that Saturday. A quick rap on the door announced his arrival and you answered from somewhere on the other side. “Coming!” 

You were busy grading your students' recent homework, red pen tapping at the corner of your mouth while you absently chewed it. Thankfully you didn't have to use it too often for most of your kids, leaving you pleased that your class really seemed to be embracing the current curriculum. You did jump a little at the knock, knowing he would be showing up, but he was there earlier then usual.

Rushing to the door, you went to sneak a look out the peephole and was greeted with a distorted reflection of Curtis waiting patiently. His arm was over his head, leaning against the door frame and his other hand behind his back. Unlocking the door, you opened it, allowing him to lean in closer to your space. “Hey good looking. You are visiting me early today?” 

“I come bearing gifts Y/N.” 

“You brought me a gift?” You bit your lip and tried to peek around him, but he was effective in blocking your view. “What do I gotta do to get it?” You finally gave up trying, looking up at him hopeful and a bit in surprise. 

“Hmmm…” He contemplated, eyes rolling upwards as if thinking. His handsome face with that dark beard that he must have just trimmed and splattering of barely there freckles was starting to drive you a bit crazy waiting and when you gave a bit of a huff of impatience, he broke into a grin. “A kiss from my best girl? I would rather enjoy that.” 

This nickname made you feel like butterflies were fluttering through your chest and your teeth dragged against your bottom lip with insinuation. “I'm your best girl?” So far almost all your kisses shared have been initiated by Curtis, like he couldn't get enough and had to steal one more. But this one you would get to give and that made you a little nervous about being clumsy. You stepped in closer and slid your hands around his waist in a loose hug, your fingers stretched, trying to get a feel for what he had hidden, but he effectively twisted it out of your reach. “You are not even gonna let me feel it?” You pouted a bit and he shook his head. 

“Nope, I’m not gonna let you feel what it is.” He scoffed and you pressed in closer, letting the tip of your nose run against his jaw before going to tiptoes to press your lips against his, soft at first as you nipped slightly for permission. He sunk in closer into your doorway, letting you deepen your kiss, tongues sliding together and soft moans exchanged. Your arms shifted from his waist to up around his neck to hold onto him. You were feeling the excitement build, the urgency to take this further with him. Your fingers curled around his neck and pulled him into the rest of the apartment. 

Curtis followed your lead, his foot going up to press against the door to swing it shut. He managed to stuff the gift in his jacket pocket to make use of both hands, letting them fall to your hips to keep you close while backing you up. It wasn't till your legs hit the arm of your couch did you fall back into the cushions. Your hold on Curtis made him fall down with you. “Shit.” He cursed out while you whined underneath him. He was pulling himself up a bit to keep from crushing you, with worry in his features. “I didn't hurt you did I?” 

You started giggling, covering your face then and trying to contain your embarrassment at the klutzy moment you had. “No, sorry. I didn't mean to make us trip.” You peeked out from under your hands and wiggled the tip of your nose at him. 

Curtis smiled in relief and reached up to move your hands off your face, pressing a gentle kiss this time before shifting off you and helping you up. “You don't have to apologize for something like that. It was what I was looking for.” Tugging you in closer to him. “Now close your eyes, so I can give you your gift.” 

Leaning into his side, you tilted your head into his shoulder to hide your eyes and he tilted a bit to reach into his pocket and pulled out a small paper bag to set in your lap. “Okay… Open them.” 

You lifted your head from his shoulder and went to pry open the paperbag, peering into it. “Ooh!” Pulling out a small little pumpkin ornament that was made entirely of glass, you trailed your fingers over the twisting stem that curled around and delicately laid over the bright orange glass. It fit perfectly in the palm of your hand, a small little treasure that made your heart swell at the thoughtfulness of the gift. “Curtis this is-” You sighed out and carefully set it on your coffee table to keep it from breaking. “I love it. Thank you so much.” 

This rewarded him with another kiss, which he happily accepted, albeit surprised at how much you seemed to love the little gift. 

That night you two went to dinner and a movie. You had made the suggestion and Curtis was happy to go along with it. You kept it simple for dinner, grabbing sandwiches at a local diner along with a bag of chips you two shared. Curtis had started to pick up on little things, such as how you seemed to prefer curled over chips. He was sure to hand you each one he came across. The way you filled up your cup with mostly ice when getting a drink while out. Curtis also noticed that you would pick at your food, eating just tiny bits. It made him wonder, but dared not question you about it, at least not so soon. 

The movie went well, together you two shared a bucket of popcorn, sitting near the backrow of the theater. Curtis was able to stretch out his legs with the extra room and you were able to put up the arm rests for extra room, able to cuddle close to Curtis’s side without the arm of the chair biting into your waist and making you feel squeezed into the theater seat. As the movie progressed, his hand found its way to your thigh, squeezing now and then, his thumb brushing back and forth in a gentle manner. The quiet was a comfortable intimacy for you two. Curtis valued the way you were now comfortable enough to just sink into him, even though you two had not slept together, these moments were just as valuable. 

It was something Curtis had never really had, but always craved. You made it just easy to be with you, you were this constant warmth welcoming him, you talked with such passion and had even taken the initiative to learn more about the things he has shared he was interested in. How you were even single blew his mind, but he was already counting his blessings now that you happened to be at Paulies shortly after he met you. His thoughts wandered about all these things during the movie, losing complete track of what the two of you were watching until he felt you stir next to him, your own hand now mimicking the way his was tracing your thigh, brushing so close to the front of his pants that it was hard for him not to chase after your touch. 

You don't know when he lost focus, you felt it first in the way his hand grasped the inside of your thigh, like he was holding onto you from escaping his touch. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you glanced up to see him so serious, his eyes capturing just enough of the screen's glare to show how far away his gaze was. No reactions to the theater screen. Your mouth twisted a bit with curiosity at what he was thinking about. 

You moved your hand into his lap, leaning up to slide your lips against the shell of his ear, whispering. “Where’s your mind at handsome?” 

He grunted in response, as blunt as ever. “How fucking lucky I am to get to take you out. But yeah, I lost track of the movie.” 

You laughed softly as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, appreciating that Curtis was straightforward and didn't leave you guessing what he was thinking. His eyes dropped to where your hand rested, finishing his train of thought. “And you keep going like that Honey and my mind is gonna be on how good your hand feels on me.” 

That made you purr, feeling rather daring in the safety of the dark theater. “That's what I’m hoping for, Curtis.” You gave a firm squeeze and that gave you a well earned groan, proud of yourself as you let up and settled back into watching the movie. 

When he dropped you off that night, he pinned you against the apartment building's door, thoroughly taking you apart in his kiss. One hand braced himself against the door, helping to cage you in between his hard body and the old apartment door that creaked at the weight of you two leaning against it. His other hand was holding the back of your head, tilting you just the way he craved, able to trace your tongue and his beard scratch tantalizing against your mouth. When you broke, you looked up dazed, panting slightly. “Do you want to stay over?” 

Curtis wanted to, more than anything ever but he pulled away just enough for you to breathe, so your body wasn’t pressed in every inch of his. He could see the doubt starting to cloud in your gaze, that maybe you made a mistake. “Y/N, more than anything. Believe me Honey. But…” He paused, trying to find a way to explain himself without making you doubt him. “You mean alot to me, like a fucking lot. I want this to last and in my experience taking it slow is the way to… Fuck, I’m not good at this.” He growled a bit, reaching up to fist his hand in his beanie and tug it off. How was he supposed to explain that he wanted you so badly under him, wrapped around him, always with him but he wanted to earn that right. 

At first you thought he was rejecting you, an old fear playing over common sense. You are too fat, to big, to much, why would he want to sleep with you? These dark little thoughts suddenly flared like a neon light in your brain, recalling the way Jake looked at you disgusted the day you two broke up. 

“You are disgusting, why would anyone want to have sex with you? Get some fucking help Y/N.”  

 But then Curtis started to explain why he was saying no, the worry that crossed his face and how he was so sincere in his touch made your mind clear. Trust him. 

You pressed your palm against his chest, making him stall. “Hey, it’s okay Curtis. When we’re both ready, right?” You smiled at him and relief took over when he gave a small smile back. Grasping your chin lightly between his thumb and forefinger, this kiss was a gentle caring one, his feelings were equally matched in this as before even though this was was a subtle thank you instead of one driven by passion. “Thank you for understanding why I wanted to wait. Why you’re my best girl Honey.” 

You both shared a good night and he waited long enough to see you head back upstairs to your apartment before he left for the night once more even though he wanted to stay so badly. 

Once you escaped back up to your apartment, you let yourself lean back against your now closed door, your fingers lifting to press against your lips while smiling softly at the words he left you with. 

Best girl, his best girl. 

#life is short to make it sweet #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x plus sized reader #curtis everett au #curtis everett fanfiction #chris evans characters #amber writes #sweater writes #plus sized reader #plus!sized reader #chris evans character x plus sized reader #curtis everett x you

[thot-son-of-odin]

20 Questions For Writers

I’m taking @galaxythreads’ post as unofficial tagging because I want to do this lol

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

23!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

102,192

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Thor (unfortunately the hyperfixation has taken root)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. midas is king (and he holds me so tight)

2. a shrike to your sharp

3. be as you’ve always been

4. I am loved (I am loved)

5. our truth is burned from history (this is actually my favorite of all five, I’m glad it’s on here haha)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to, I haven’t really been recently since I’ve been busy (and lazy) but I wanna start doing it again.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This since the situation that Thor and Loki in does not get resolved lol,,,,,maybe I should write a sequel.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I actually thought most of mine ended happyish but I’m realizing the really happy ending is probably this one???

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Not really? I’ve been getting some weird anonymous comments that aren’t hate??? They’re just odd. And I feel like they come from the same person too. I’m not bothered by it, I’m just,,,,,,confused????

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! I only have one smut fic so far but I want to write more!

10. Do you write crossovers?

No, I’m just not really interested in them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, and hopefully that never happens

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet! Blanket permission if anyone ever wants to, please just let me know!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes and I love doing it! It’s so much fun, plus you have another person to complain to when the fic isn’t going the way you want!

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Thor and Loki, but both platonically and romantically if that makes sense? I am a brodinsons fan before I am a thorki fan.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have too many, writing is hard :’(

16. What’s your writing strengths?

I like to think I have a good head for plotting and coming up with ideas

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing down what I have planned. People should look thru my idea list and write some of the fics I’ve thought of lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Think it can be good in small quantities if you’re simply using google translate but if you’re trying to write a lot in that language, you should probably either already know it or ask for help from someone who does. As a reader tho, it’s not entirely helpful unless there’s a translation also given — I think it takes you out of the fic if you have to look it up

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor who

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Hmm I feel like my fav fic shifts from week to week. Right now it’s mother make me a big gray cloud because it’s the longest I’ve written and it’s also finished!! So super excited about it!

Tagging @babygirlthor, @worstloki, @thorarms, @nostalgia-tblr, @shinysoroka, @thortwenty151, @colifower, and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!

#writing tag games #my fic

[bedlamsbard]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @thatgirlnevershutsup

How many works do you have on AO3? 42, but a lot of those are podfic that has me as co-author -- 33 not counting podfic.

What's your total AO3 word count? normal amount. 1,710,483

What fandoms do you write for? I am serially monofannish. Right now I only write for the MCU, but before that my main fandom for YEARS was Star Wars, then prior to that Narnia (most of my Narnia fic isn't on AO3). There are a few stray other fandoms on there.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Immutable, or, 5 Times Obi-Wan Kenobi Compromised His Jedi Ethics for Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars, 5907), Wake the Storm (Star Wars, 5163), Queen's Gambit (Star Wars, 2632), On the Edge of the Devil's Backbone (Star Wars Rebels, 1839), On Yonder Hill (MCU, 1656). yes I'm aware that there is an enormous drop-off between Wake and Gambit lol, but I'm very glad one of my Marvel fics snuck in there.

Do you respond to comments? No, I have a policy about not replying to comments unless I get a direct question.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Almost definitely Gambit, since it ends on a cliffhanger with the main trio separated in another universe, Rex left behind in the Gambitverse, and the Gambitverse a mess. Made more angsty by the fact that I refuse to touch that series ever again.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'm going to go with On Yonder Hill. It ends with a party! Thor and Loki and the Avengers (except Wanda) are happy! I forcibly strangled my automatic reflex to set up a sequel like six times while writing it.

Do you get hate on fics? HA HA HA HA yes.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If you are very lucky you will get one semi-explicit sex scene from me every few years. I'm not very good at writing smut and I tend to get bored writing it, which is why I don't do it very often.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not recently because I'm not really that interested in them, but I have in the past. I once wrote Susan Pevensie/Willy Wonka, which is probably up there.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? uh, maybe, but I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated? I've had a lot of requests, but I don't think I've ever said yes.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, in the past. I'm very unlikely to ever do so again due to Some Trauma.

What’s your all time favorite ship? Odysseus/Penelope but if you meant, like, in a fannish sense, probably Kanan/Hera.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I'd love to finish Dust in the Air, my big Narnia TLB AU, but I'd have to completely rewrite it because I'm such a different writer now than I was when I was still working on it.

What are your writing strengths? I'm very good at plot, I'm probably one of the best action writers in fandom, I'm great worldbuilding, and I like to think I'm pretty decent at character voice and dialogue.

What are your writing weaknesses? I don't do brevity and I get bored writing sex scenes. I cannot write a one-shot. I do not remember the last time I wrote a story under 50K.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I wouldn't do extended dialogue (because I don't speak any other languages well enough to be comfortable doing so), but there are words and the occasional sentence in there.

First fandom you wrote for? well, it was before I knew what fandom was, but it was either The Mummy or The 10th Kingdom

Favorite fic you’ve written? I really loved The Horizon Line, but usually the answer is whatever I'm working on now.

I don't tag people so go for if you want!

#meme response #your girl

[writerman]

20 Questions for fic writers

Tagged by @nocompromise-noregrets Thank you! <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?: A meagre 45 works aha.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?: 547,326 I can guarantee you that 200,000 of those words are from 2 fics alone.

3. What fandoms do you write for?: Tolkien, Twilight, and a myriad of video games.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?:

Barduil Prompt Collection (6406)

Fireside Shenanigans (Good Omens) (4917)

Iston i nîf gîn (Hobbit Bard/Thranduil) (4734)

As You Exhale, I Breathe In (Twilight Garrett/Aro) (3037)

Easier For You to See (Saints Row The Third) (2924)

5. Do you respond to comments?:

Always, unless it's @morticia-butler then I just go message her on discord lmao

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?:

Probably As You Exhale, I Breathe In. I enjoy a good angsty ending and as far as I was concerned I was never going to write another Garrett/Aro fic again so I wanted it to be bittersweet and angsty lmao.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?: Ah, I suppose the majority of my Barduil prompts/fics. I don't know if the fandom would allow me to kill either of them aha.

8. Do you get hate on fics?:

No, generally I don't get a lot of comments in general because I write for a rare pair and I don't update often enough.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?:

I do, and when I examine the smut its... generally violent and bloody. I'm not sure what that says about me...

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?: I don't think so? I write AUs sometimes based on the world of another franchise but not often.

11. A ghost ate this one

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?:

I think it was a Thor & Loki one, other than that no?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?:

There was an attempt but I am so spotty with updates and writing that I think I annoyed the person I was working on the fic with. Sorry friend, I didn't mean to frustrate you.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?: Garrett/Aro, it has been in my brain since 2019 and won't let go, and also Barduil but I fear I can't really write for them anymore.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?: Oil and Water my latest Barduil fic. I just don't have it in me to write for them anymore. I don't know why and genuinely there are a gamut of Barduil fic out there being actively written and updates. My works would not be missed so it's all good.

16. What are your writing strengths?:

Emotion- inner turmoil, perhaps dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?:

Updating, maybe description of the world around the characters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?:

It's fine, but can be a bit clunky and generally adding translations somewhere kind of pulls me out of a fic, but that is my own opinion on it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?:

Yu Gi Oh, babeeeey!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?:

Probably the one I am hoping to finish this week, Thrall. It is my magnum opus to be quite dramatic about it. I don't think I've ever written anything like it before.

It's very different to the sweet fluffy works I did for Barduil.

But given the characters, it is quite fitting. I have loved and hated writing it. I have had many emotions writing it and gained and lost very close friends while writing it so it harbours a lot of hurt.

I tag: Anyone who would like to fill this out.

#tag meme #writer meme #fanfic meme

[ailendolin]

Thanks for tagging me @viola-halogen!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

199 at the moment. Which is a little insane.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,054,233

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment, I mainly write for BBC Ghosts, Yonderland and Bill (2015) and Horrible Histories. I have posted a few Loki fics recently as well because the new season came out and inspired me but it's back to Ghosts now.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. When Sorrow Sang (6,806 kudos - The Witcher)

2. Helpless (2,215 kudos - Thor Movies)

3. For The Best (2,190 - Stranger Things)

4. Here With Me (1,952 - Thor Movies)

5. A Moment (858 - Loki Series)

All those fics were written for large fandoms so it's no surprise they gained more attention than, say, my Six Idiots fics)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! Fandom thrives on interaction and the reason I post my fics online is because I want to talk about my favourite characters with other people! That's how I have found my closest fandom friends :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mhm, I think my Capvers fic Missed Chances probably fits that bill. Also Attentions (Kendall/Ellis of Woolworth), my 1917 fic God is not here and my Hornblower fic Cast aside.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Since most of my stories end on a happy note, it's hard to pick just one out of the 199. I think I'll go with my Thomas-centric fic The Storyteller because it focuses on Thomas finding his place in his family through storytelling and ends on a very heartwarming note. The same goes for Renovations.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't so far, thank the gods. I honestly don't get why people would comment hateful things on something other people share for free. If you don't like something, just close the tab and move on. It's as simple as that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No and I never will. I have alluded to it in some stories if it was necessary for the plot (like in Compromise which was all about Thomas and Julian needing different things from their relationship) but I have no intention of ever writing it in detail because it's just not my cup of tea.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do - very rarely because I like to stay true to canon as much as possible. Crossovers or alternate universes often don't work for me because too much gets changed and the characters often become unrecognisable in the process. But I am very fond of my Button House Museum AU which is essentially a crossover between Ghosts and Night At The Museum where Button House is an old museum that comes to life every night thanks to ancient Stone Circle magic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Does not exist apparently

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Have I? I don't think so. I have collaborated with an artist before for an event but that's it, I think.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I don't have one all-time favourite ship because I don't move on from fandoms. Once I love something, I love it with my whole heart. There might come a point where it stops consuming my every waking thought but it will always stay with me. Some of my oldest ships are Janeway/Chakotay from Star Trek Voyager, Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill from Stargate SG1 and Mulder/Scully from the X-Files.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have had a third installment for my The Pacific series Moments of a Different Past planned years ago. A part of it is already written and I know exactly where I want the story to go but I'll probably never finish it which makes me a bit sad.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh this is difficult. I'd say conveying emotions and writing fics that feel like a warm hug? At least that's what people tell me they like about my stories - that they almost always end on a warm note and make them smile.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue, probably. Getting the voices right. English is my second language so dialects etc. often go straight over my head. Writing in a second language can be quite frustrating in general because you're aware your knowledge is limited and you keep catching yourself using the same phrases over and over again but don't really have the skills to shake it up a little.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm honestly not a fan of it. I think the odd word or phrase here or there is fine but as a reader, I find it very tedious to have to go to the end of a fic/chapter for the translation all the time so it's something I personally try to avoid (both when reading and writing).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I honestly don't remember. Perhaps Digimon? Or Yu-Gi-Oh? Though tbf I've daydreamed fics even before I knew what fanfiction were or even thought about writing them down, so if we were to go that far back, it would probably be Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh, that's so hard to say because I pour my heart and soul into every fic I write. That being said, I am very fond of the multi-chaptered fics I've written, so Grace and This place (I never thought would feel like home) are definitely among my favourite BBC Ghosts fic. The Sound of Voices Two and The Rivers Between Us for The Pacific are two fics I also love to go back to and re-read. Sometimes, it's not a specific fic but rather the universe that connects them that I have created. My Yonderland fics fall into that category and it's always a joy to return to it.

Tagging: @magicaltear @ginevralinton and @i-am-a-world but as always no pressure💙

#tag game #fanfiction #writing

[aurorawest]

Writer Asks: 3, 18, 29 ❣️

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Hmmm. I'm quite fond of A Full and Factual Account of Asgard. I've written so many fics over the years though, it's kind of impossible to say! I love my DS9 fic Anamnesis, and I also love my Darkwing Duck fic, Time for a Change.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Haha I like so much of my own writing, but I'll choose one from The General Mess and Imprecision of Feeling to give people a special sneak peek:

Shaking his head, Loki said, “Not me.” He stared without really seeing, the stars becoming an unfocused smear of light. Something blocked his throat before he swallowed it down. “I used to look up at the sky and think how lucky, how blessed I was to be an Asgardian. I saw the galaxy spread out above me”—he raised a hand and swept it from left to right across the sky—“and I knew beyond all doubt that we were the best of everyone. Of all the stars, Asgard was the most civilized, the most advanced, the most learned. The most everything.”

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I'll never say never, but this has been sitting in my WIPs folder for years now, so it's not looking likely I'll ever finish it. This was supposed to be a oneshot where Loki tells Stephen about some of his trauma. One reason I never finished this is because I have a fic from Stephen's POV where he has to traverse Loki's memories, and he actually sees some of this stuff "in person." I kept putting off posting that fic and now I figure since I'm so close to having all of my series posted, I might as well just hold off until after that's complete.

“Because,” Loki finally snapped, “I’ve been coerced, I’ve been used, I’ve been made to do things that I never wanted to do by people who didn’t care for my pleasure, let alone my feelings. And do you know what the worst part was, Stephen?” His lover looked pale, horrified, but not particularly surprised. And gods, didn’t Loki despise when people thought they had him figured out? “The worst part,” he spat, “is that part of me enjoys being treated that way. Held down, made to do things, being ignored when I say stop. There’s a part of me that—that—that gets off on it. So heaven forbid I want it where it’s actually—when it’s with someone who loves me, who would stop—” Stephen’s eyes were wide and he looked some flavor of sick. Should this have surprised Loki? He’d sworn never to tell anyone these things. Thor had found out a very small part of what had happened on Sakaar and he’d looked ill too. As usual, it was Loki’s burden to bear, Loki’s pain to stuff away. It wasn’t even pain, not really. They were things that had happened to him. He had moved on. He was not permanently damaged. But others didn’t see it that way. Stephen would treat him like glass now, would ask him for permission to do every little thing, because he’d be afraid of traumatizing him, of bringing back bad memories.

Thank you for asking!!

I’m Bored and Anxious So I Slapped Together a List of Fan Fic Writer Asks

#planetxlucy #froststrange #strangefrost #loki #tgmaiof

[puckwritesstuff]

“ i can't believe this, we're going to be parents! “

Here we are in the King Thor AU, and one of the funny things about the MCU timeline is that it doesn't necessarily line up with the release timeline. For example, while Captain America: The Winter Soldier was released in April of 2014, it's actually set in January of 2014, but Thor: The Dark World was both released and set in November of 2013.

Why this would be relevant to this prompt might not be immediately obvious.

Thank you for the ask!

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Loki stepped into his room for the first time in two months. Sigyn was there, sitting in the window bench, looking out at Asgard. Her dress flowed down over her body like curtains, and moved in the slight breeze. Loki sat down across from her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “For everything.”

She didn’t look at him.

“Mother is gone,” Loki said. “And that’s not your fault and I never should have said that.”

Sigyn closed her eyes.

“I’ve… had some moments recently where I’ve had to reflect on what I’ve done, on who I have become,” Loki said. “If I’m turning into the monster that everyone thinks is the only thing I can be. Natasha… suggested, that if that were the case, Captain Rogers would not trust me as much as he does. And I realized that you wouldn’t either. If you were to fall, I would be there to catch you, and you’ve known that your whole life.”

Sigyn smiled, but still didn’t meet Loki’s gaze.

“But it goes both ways,” Loki said. “I’m falling, Sigyn. I have been for years now. Please, I need…”

The words caught in his throat as he felt his eyes burn.

“I need you to save me from myself,” Loki said.

At that, Sigyn looked at him.

“You’ve already done it, my heart,” she said. “You came home.”

She reached forward and he kissed her, pulling her close.

“I’ll never let go again,” he breathed. “I promise.”

She smiled against his skin. When they pulled back, he brushed her hair from her eyes.

“Is there still a wedding?” he asked.

“Of course,” she said. “I love you, Loki, and I want to spend the rest of my life at your side. The preparations have been made, we just need to let everyone know that it’s happening.”

Loki gave her a confused look.

“Why the haste?” Loki asked. “I know you want a winter wedding, but—”

“Other considerations have to be taken into account,” she said.

Loki blinked, still confused. Sigyn took his hand and placed it against her stomach. He gasped.

“Really?”

She nodded. He laughed and kissed her again.

“I can't believe this,” he said. “We're going to be parents!”

“Yes,” she said, beaming. “We’re not at the point yet where we can determine if it’s a boy or a girl, but if we wait too long, it will start to show.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Loki said. “And considering my absence…”

“We wouldn’t want accusations of impropriety,” Sigyn said.

“Of course,” Loki repeated. “That being said—”

Sigyn gently shoved Loki, who laughed. She pulled him in for a kiss.

“How could I ever doubt my Goddess of Fidelity?” he whispered.

#prompt #fanfiction #loki #sigyn #logyn #loki x sigyn #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic #LDGP King Thor AU

[subtletruamadumping]

Random Bits; A Game of Chess (2)

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"A Game of Chess" was actually the first one I wrote in the series that was based on board games but is supposed to come last in the timeline. It was very technical and pretty boring to write, at points. I played a game of chess against a computer, copied down all the moves, then used each move as a chapter. The brothers are inspired by Thor and Loki, the world mostly from Lord of the Rings, but the story I can't remember.

It started out as throw-away smut from my fanfiction days...

TW: Fantasy Violence

Written at some point in middle/high school.

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♙ White Takes a Pawn ♟

Kry rolled her eyes as Cian paced back and forth in front of the fire. For some reason, he wouldn’t tell her what was bothering him. Normally, he would let her in. She always put as much effort into a solution as he did. She could often give him a new look at things, make it easier for him to find an answer. The two of them together always got things done much faster and better than separately. She was annoyed that he couldn’t figure it out by himself and was even more annoyed that he wouldn’t let her help. So, she sat with her arms crossed, refusing to leave until she was allowed to help or he reached a decision. He paced with his arms crossed, not coming to a decision and refusing to let her help. He would never get anything done at this rate. She sighed dramatically.

“Stop sighing like that.” He snapped at her.

“Let me help.” She snapped just as readily. 

“I don’t need help.”

“So, you’ve been pacing back in forth in front of the fire for your health, then?”

“You’re very amusing, today.” He said without a touch of amusement in his voice. 

“You’re very stubborn, today.”

“You can’t help with this.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You can’t know until you let me help.”

“It would do no good.”

“It would do more good than you pacing around the room all night.”

“I think it’s about time for you to retire for the night.” He said sternly.

“I think I’ll stay up a bit longer.”

“I’m losing my patience with you.”

“That’s alright, I have plenty to spare.”

“Kry,” He growled.

“Scolding will do you no good.” She laughed “I’m not a child. I’m going to help you weather you like it or not.” Cian’s anger quickly turned into exasperation. He groaned and out his face in his hands.

“How did I ever get stuck marrying you?” He asked jokingly.

“As I remember, you begged me to marry you.” Kry said, rising from her seat.

“I don’t beg.” Cian replied, crossing his arms again.

“You wept and wept outside my window.” She taunted. 

“You’re remembering that wrong.” He shot back.

“You know, I could always find a husband that would appreciate me.” She said hotly. 

“No one would appreciate you more than I do.” He replied, softening his tone. He hated it when she was upset and now it seemed to be his fault.

“I bet anyone would appreciate me more than you do.” She said with a huff, turning away from him.

“Oh, don’t say that.” He sighed.

“I’d bet my very life upon it.”

“Then, you’d be dead.”

“Better dead than stuck with you for the rest of my life.” She snorted.

“Kry, don’t say such things.” He whined, wrapping his arms around her from behind. 

“My husband doesn’t love me.” She said dramatically, faking hurt. He still fell for it, though.

“Oh, Kry, I do love you.” He said, kissing her on the cheek.

“But you won’t even let me help you.”

“Kry, it’s not something you can help with.” He sighed, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“You think so little of me.”

“I do not.”

“You do. You doubt that I can help you.”

“Kry,” He groaned.

“Please, let me help you.” She whined “What else am I here for?”

“I suppose you might be able to give me some ideas.” He finally gave in “But no more of this ‘my husband doesn’t’ talk, understand?”

“Of course,” She purred “now, tell me what’s got you all worked up. And let go, you’re starting to crush my wings.”

“Sorry,” He muttered, releasing her. She turned to him again and crossed her arms. He sighed and she sat back down in her chair, seeing that he was ready to give her an explanation. 

“It’s Kean.” He began bluntly.

“Isn’t it always?” She asked with a small smile.

“Not always. Sometimes it’s you.”

“Fair enough. What has he done this time?”

“I’ve had reports coming in of men dressed in his uniform causing havoc along the border. They’ve always been chased off, but they’ve never been able to be captured.”

“I still don’t see a problem that would make you pace so.”

“Well, I’ve gotten word that a party from Kean’s kingdom has entered and claims they bring a message from him.”

“And you don’t know if it’s an act of peace or war.” Kry finished.

“Exactly.” He sighed, sitting next to her “If it’s an explanation and an apology, they should be let in. If it is a chance for assassins or spies to get into the castle, we should not. I have no way of knowing beforehand, however.”

“I see.” She said thoughtfully “Will these messengers not explain the tidings of thier message?”

“They will not.”

“A sure cause for suspicion, then.”

“Indeed, but it makes no sense for Kean to send a party if he plans on doing something.”

“Perhaps as a distraction?” Cian shook his head.

“I’ve had the borders even tighter since I’ve heard of this. Each patrol brings back nothing to report.”

“Hmm, an interesting puzzle, indeed.” Kry hummed.

“Lycus is bringing the party to the castle.” Cian added “We must soon decide whether to receive them or not.”

“How many in the party?”

“Four. Three carrying swords.”

“That doesn’t sound very peaceful.”

“One is a squire. Not of much threat.”

“Still, it must be an important message if it requires such a guard.”

“That is the risk we must weigh.” Cian said, rising to pace again “As much as I would like to prolong the stayed fighting, I also don’t want to allow Kean to do something that would respark it, anyway.” There was silence for a while as the couple mulled over it; Cian pacing and Kry sitting with her chin on her hand. Suddenly, the silence was broken by pattering footsteps down the hall. They both looked up as the doors were thrown open and a boy darted into the room, closely followed by a man.

“Oryian!” Kry cried, jumping out of her chair.

“You’re supposed to be at sword practice.” Cian said, frowning at his son.

“Rúni and I were playing chase!” The boy panted “He bet that he was faster than I was. He lost.”

“I specifically said no going inside.” The old man wheezed, stopping and resting his hands on his knees “You broke the rules, so it doesn’t count.”

“Oryian, you shouldn’t take bets that you know your opponent has no chance of winning.” Kry scolded “It’s unbecoming. Better to prove yourself over a worthy opponent.”

“You may still have your wits about you, Rúni, but your isn’t what it used to be.” Cian added.

“Perhaps you’re right.” Rúni puffed “I keep thinking I’m younger than I really am. Thus is the danger of having an old man train your son.”

“There is no one better,” Cian said, resing his hand on Rúni’s shoulder “and no one I would trust anymore.”

“That may be,” Rúni replied with a soft smile, straightening again “and I’ll be ever thankful for it, but Oryian may need a new mentor, soon. I’d sooner fall over dead than be able to keep up with his endless energy.”

“But I don’t want another mentor.” Oryian put in “I like you just fine.” Rúni laughed and patted him on the head.

“I believe that is the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He said with a wink.

“Alright, enough talk.”  Cian said, making his voice stern again “Time for you to get back to your lesson, Oryian. When I say until sun down, I mean until sun down.”

“Oh, Father!”

“Until sun down, my little prince.” Rúni said just as sternly “Your father still holds more authority than you do. His will is for you to continue with your practice, so you must practice.”

“Mother,” Oryian begged, pleading her with his eyes. She shook her head and crossed her arms.

“What would you say if I were to go with you?” Cian asked with a dramatic sigh.

“Oh, yes!” Oryian cried, clapping his hands together “That would be splendid! Then you could see all the things Rúni has been showing me.”

“Alright, then.” In one smooth motion, Cian scooped his son up and threw his over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down!” Oryian laughed “I’m not a little boy, anymore!”

“Mm, no.” Cian said, trying hard not to smile himself “You need to do as I tell you the first time and you’ll always be a little boy to me.”

“I’ll take care of anything until you get back.” Kry said as they started out of the room.

“You must send for me if the party comes, understand?” Cian called back.

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

“Alright, then. It won’t be too long until sun down, though.”

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They party came before sun down. Lycus must have thought the matter rather important to bring them at such speed. In truth, Kry had hoped Cian would be back before they came. Now, she had to make the decision herself. Should she risk letting them in? The first thing she did when she was brought word of their arrival was send for Cian, but the decisions still had to be made. Soon, too. She thought for a moment, then called for a knight. She would go out and meet them before they were brought into the castle. 

“Are you certain this is wise, your highness?” Dwyn asked, fingering the hilt of his sword at his side.

“No, not really.” She said “That’s what I have you for, though, correct?”

“Oh, what the king would do to me if anything happened to you.” He groaned.

“Buck up. We can’t keep our guests waiting.” With that, she lead him through the halls to the front of the castle. The massive double doors were opened at Dwyn’ signal and the gate was raised for her to exit. She squared her shoulders, held her chin high, and strode out into the fading light. She was the one in control of the situation and she was going to show it. She saw Lycus and his men with the group they had captured at the border. They had been dismounted, but still carried their weapons. She tried not to frown at this as she came over to them. 

“What business do Kean’s subjects have here?” She asked loudly and clearly. Three of them, the men, instantly dropped to their knees in respect. The last, the boy, had to be nudged by an elder before he followed suit. 

“We simply bring a message to the king, your highness.” The man closest to her replied. He wore no sword. She eyed them all carefully. 

“What is the subject of this message?” She asked, crossing her arms “The king is busy at the moment, but I can send for him if this is of any importance.”

“I do not know the details, as I have not read what my king wrote to his brother.” The man said with an undertone of annoyance that Kry did not miss “All I know is that the message is for him and no trouble is meant.”

“Hmm,” Kry hummed, thinking it over. She saw the boy trying to look around him and see what was happening. The knight next to him kept motioning for him to keep his head down. Why would a group of assassins bring a child with them? He was younger than Oryian. She turned back to Dwyn. 

“Raise the gate. Open the doors.” She ordered “We’ll take them to the throne room.” Dwyn once again gave the signal and the entrance to the castle was revealed. As Kry started back, she heard Lycus getting the group on their feet and following her. The doors opened slowly to let them in and they followed her through the halls. She imagined the boy looking around, trying to take everything in. She lead them directly to the throne room, happy to see Cian was waiting there. She motioned for Lycus and Dwyn to stop while she herself mounted the few steps to the dias. 

“They have a child with them.” She breathed to Cian when she got close enough.

“I can see that.” He replied quietly “Is that what made you trust them?” She shrugged.

“Even your brother isn’t stupid enough to send a boy to an assassination. I doubt their planning anything.”

“I hope you’re right.” He sighed.

“Have Lycus escort them back to be border after.” She suggested, trying to ease his worries. He gave her a peck on the cheek, then turned to the party before them. Once again, they dropped to their knees and bowed their heads.

“You have a message for me from Kean?” Cian asked bluntly. 

“Indeed, your highness.” The same man as before said “I have it in a bag that one of your men took from me.”

“Well, one can never be too careful.” Cian said, crossing his arms as Kry had done before “Lycus, the bag, if you will.” Lycus quickly came forward and handed it to him after a little bow. Cian took out a roll of paper and handed the rest back to Lycus, who went back down the steps. 

“You may tell Kean that his message was received and I will be sending my own back if it requires a reply.” Cian said flatly “Is there anything else which you wish to declare?”

“Nothing.” The man said quickly. Cian glanced over to Kry.

“Very well. Lycus, be sure that they find their way back to their kingdom.”

“By your command.” Lycus said with a bow. The party was soon on their feet again and was escorted out, much to the annoyance of the boy. Apparently, he wanted to stick around and do more sightseeing. Dwyn closed the door behind them and Kry and Cian were left alone.

“Where is Oryian?” Kry asked, sitting on her throne. The scroll looked rather thick. This was going to take some time.

“He’s in the dining hall.” Cian answered “He always works up an appetite from sword practice.”

“I suppose that means it’s working.”

“Mm-hmm.” Cian hummed “Well, I guess we should get this over with.” He unrolled the scroll and began to skim the words. Kry rested her chin on her hand, waiting for him to tell her what it was about. She doubted that he would be writing a reply. He hardly ever replied when Kean sent him things. She just hoped that it would put his mind at rest. She let her eyelids flutter closed as she listened to his feet pace back and forth again. This was going to take a while.

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“The blistering idiot!” Cian shouted, making Kry jolt awake. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep and quickly rubbed her eyes to make herself more aware. Cian was still pacing, though much faster and clearly more aggressively. He had the letter crumpled in one hand and was gesturing wildly with the other.

“Such an idiot!” He continued as Kry yawned and stretched “The nerve of him! I can’t believe it!”

“What is it?” Kry finally asked sleepily.

“The fool accuses me of trying to make a war! Me! I’m not the one who’s been sending my men across the border and making a mess of things! I haven’t done anything to him! He’s the one--”

“What did it say, not what did you read.” Kry interrupted, crossing her arms. Cian shot her a glare, but reopened the paper and scanned a few lines until he found what he was looking for.

“‘I know we’ve have our differences,’” Cian quoted, badly mimicking Kean’s voice “‘but I see no reason for you to start a war out of nothing.’ What have I done that would start a war? ‘It would be wise of you to keep your temper and be sure that your men stay within your own border.’ Such an arrogant--”

“Well, he was right about your temper.” She said lazily, leaning back “Think about it, Cian. This is probably some sort of misunderstanding. Your brother isn’t the brightest, but he’s not going to blame you for the things he’s been doing. At least, not to you. There has to be something else going on.”

“And what would that be?” He snapped.

“How am I supposed to know?” She shot back “All I’m saying is that you should at least follow his advice and wait a while before you decide to invade or something. He has made no sign of wanting a war, just as you haven’t.” The doors to the room opened just as Cian was going to make his reply. They both turned to see a member of Lycus’ border patrol rushing into the room.

“My king,” He cried “Lycus has been slain!”

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Hello! I know it may be cliche to ask, but can I request an AU fanfic with Wanda and the reader? Where they’re both in high school and Wanda’s like the “ice queen,” but secretly dating the clumsy reader? Thanks!

Hi, anon! First of all, I’m sorry this took so long, but I had absolutely no idea how to write it (and if I’m honest, I don’t even know if I succeeded) lol I ended up watching Mean Girls to get inspired and I guess it’s pretty obvious throughout the story. Anyway, hope you like it and that it was somehow close to what you were expecting. I had fun writing this so thanks for the request!

Oh, and I’m sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native language and I’m also kinda dumb. 

Good reading!

She was golden, you were plastic

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: After Wanda, the most popular girl at school, falls in love with the “nobody”, she has to choose between her reputation or her clumsy lover.

Word count: 2.034

Warnings: insinuation of sex (not smut); angst; fluff

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You would say that your high school was like any other high school.

There were the jocks (or how you usually call them, jerks) that were basically a bunch of loud savages with a highly doubtful IQ. The highlight of the group was, of course, Steve Rogers aka the golden boy. Every teacher loves him so he never gets caught for any of his bullshit.

There were also the good-ats and the brains, apparently led by Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. Although Stark was a particular case because he would also be seeing hanging out with the popular kids but you were sure that was only because he was (absurdly) rich.  

There were the emos/goths that you were always too scared to look twice so you didn’t know any of them. The only member of the group that you’ve ever talked to was Thor, but you’re pretty sure he was only there to be with his brother, Loki. Thor was a good person, he was always nice with everyone and you often giggle at how he looks like a golden retriever surrounded by a bunch of grumpy black cats.

And last but not least, the popular kids, the top of the food chain of high school. You didn’t actually get the whole popularity thing, apparently the only criterions were beauty and money. So that was no surprise that the most popular of all them was Wanda Maximoff. Wanda was the leader of the populars. In fact, the leader of the entire school. Everyone either wanted to be her or to be with her. And she was well aware of that.

Oh, and there was you. You’re just a regular kid, really, not fitting in on any group. You could say you were a loner, maybe. Some people would call you a nobody but you didn’t mind. You never liked the attention anyway. The only person you could maybe consider a friend was Natasha, but you two only talked at the corridors because her locker was right next to yours.

But all that changed almost three months ago when you started dating Wanda. Yes, yes, you know, a nobody and the most popular girl at school? That’s absurd! Well, if you were honest, you didn’t understand it either. But things weren’t simple. In fact, they were really complicated. But we better start from the beginning.

You didn’t actually know how it all started, if you were honest, so you would say it was when the two of you spoke for the first time.

You were rushing over the corridors, late for your chemistry class, and suddenly you bump into someone, knocking over the books they were carrying.

You mumble a bunch of apologies as you pick the books up and you hear the girl complaining irritated that you should be more careful. The moment you hand her the books and the two of you lock eyes she stops talking. You mentally curse yourself repeatedly when you realize who it was and you think you’re screwed as you see Wanda eyeing you with a quite indecipherable expression.  

She gently picks the books from your hands and you adjust your glasses in an attempt to relieve the nervousness. Wanda seems to analyze the action attentively.

- Thank you. – She says and you try to ignore how her voice brings goosebumps all over your body. You feel your cheeks heating up and you hope she doesn’t notice, but by the way she smiles at you, you think she did.

She leaves without saying another word and it takes a while for you to remember why you were in such a hurry in the first place. When you do, you rush throughout the corridors again.

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 After that small and awkward encounter, you and Wanda would often lock eyes at school. She would always smile and you would always blush. The redhead adored your shyness and adored even more how it would only increase because of her.  

Despite all that, you never talked to each other. What you totally understood considering the enormous social gap between the two of you. A girl like Wanda would never want to be friends with you anyway.

That’s why you startle when you heard her voice greeting you from behind, causing you to almost drop all the books you were putting on your locker.

- Hey! – You said, trying to ignore the anxiety that was taking over you as you looked into Wanda’s green eyes.

- You’re good at chemistry, right? – She ask and you just nod excessively. Why her eyes had to be so green?! – Great! Do you think you can help me? I’m terrible at chemistry and I’m failing hard.

- Sure. – You decide to use words this time but you regret completely when you manage to stutter every single syllable.

- Awesome! – She says sounding really excited and hands you a card containing time and address. – See you later, then?

You nod again offering her a shy smile and when she leaves you feel your legs getting numb with what just happened.

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 When you arrive, you try not to freak out at how Wanda’s house is easily four times bigger than yours. It doesn’t take long for Wanda to open the door for you after you knocked.

As she leads you through the house you feel the anxiety taking over you and you take deep breaths to calm it down. But chemistry is one of the few things that calm you down, so soon enough you’re feeling very relaxed, talking about a subject you love so much. You were feeling comfortable enough for even make jokes once in a while and of course Wanda noticed it.

The redhead observed your abrupt change of behavior in curiosity and endearing. She would never tell you this, but she was not that bad at chemistry. She just wanted an excuse to spend time with you and, observing you for the past few weeks, she thought that would be the perfect opportunity.

Soon enough this studying encounters became a two times a week thing and before you knew it, you were falling in love with each other. But you would never tell her that, because she obviously would never feel the same way. And Wanda would never tell you either, because even though she thought you might feel the same way, it would change her school dynamic completely and she was not ready for that.

But there you were, talking so passionately about all these equations and she couldn’t take it anymore.

Wanda’s lips advancing towards yours was something you never thought would actually happen so when it did, your brain short-circuit and it takes you a few seconds to properly react to the action.

It’s no surprise to say that the studying was completely forgotten as you spent the rest of the afternoon making out with Wanda.

On the next day at school you expected things to be different and was a little disappointed when they didn’t. But of course they wouldn’t, because you would always be the nobody and Wanda would always be the most popular kid.  

Things went like that for a while and you thought they were getting kind of serious since Wanda was calling you by pet names whenever the two of you were alone. And you were trying to convince yourself that as long as Wanda would treat you like she did, it was alright, because you’ve never felt so loved and wanted in your entire life.

But that wasn’t entirely truth, because the more she pretended that you two were not a thing (in fact, pretending the two of you weren’t even friends), the more you felt like she was embarrassed of you and that what the two of you had was not serious for her.

A hard bump by the side of your body woke you up from your thoughts, making you fall on the ground.

- Oops, sorry there, (Y/l/n), didn’t see you. – You heard Rogers say as you got up, Nat helping you. He had this stupid smirk on his face that showed you he was not sorry at all. He was about to say something else, but someone stopped him.

- Leave her alone, Rogers. – Wanda’s voice sounded from behind you and you didn’t have to see her to know she was angry. When you turn to face her, she doesn’t look at you.

Steve puts his arms up in surrender, a grin still playing on his face and then walks away. Wanda also leaves, not even bothering to talk to you. You think about going after her and saying something, but you give up when you notice she was being followed by some popular girls whose only personality trait was to adore Wanda.

- What the hell was that? – Nat asks with frown brows and an amused smirk. – I didn’t know you were friends with the plastic queen.

Nat would usually call the popular girls the plastics, Wanda being the plastic queen, because they were all fake and shaped to be perfect. But Wanda wasn’t like that, not with you at least. Wanda was golden. Resistant and bright, blinding you with all of her features. For all that matters, you were the plastic one, ready to bend over as she pleases whenever she heated you enough.

- I’m not. – You answer, clenching your jaw, a bitter taste on your mouth. – I just help her with chemistry.

You walk in silence to your classroom and try your best to avoid looking at Wanda for the rest of the day.

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 When you arrive at Wanda’s place she greets you with a happy smile and takes you by the hand, leading you to her room.

- I wanna show you something. – She says animatedly and you can’t help but giggle.

You sit on her bed as you listen to her talking from the bathroom about the winter talent show and how she found the perfect costume and choreography. When Wanda steps out of the bathroom, your brain immediately stops. The redhead is wearing a Santa Claus costume that barely covers 30% of her body, her hair falling perfectly over her shoulders.

As she shows you the choreography you try not to choke and you almost feel bad about all the definitely not Christmassy thoughts you were having. When she finishes, you are too shocked to say anything and Wanda is amused at your speechless state.

- What is it, (Y/n/n)? – She asks mischievously as she walks slowly towards you. Blood pounding in your ears as she does so. – Didn’t you like my outfit? – She says, sitting on your lap and you’re pretty sure you’ll die at any minute now. – You can always take it off, you know.

She says in a whisper, but before you could answer she is kissing you. Your hands travel down her skirt as she holds your neck. When you parted for air, she rests her forehead against yours.

- I love you. – Wanda says in a shy confession and you open your eyes immediately. When she notices you don’t say anything she gets off of your lap and you miss her warmth immediately. She sits by your side on the bed, her brows frowned in concern. – You don’t have to say it back. It’s… It’s okay if you don’t, really…

- I do. – You interrupt her and she relaxes her shoulders. – I love you too. A lot, actually.

Wanda smiles at you and you reciprocate, but she stops when notices a weird expression on your face.

- What’s wrong? – She asks and you sigh.

- I just… I’m not sure if you love me.

- Excuse me? – She asks, her brows raised in annoyance at what you just said.

- Why do you pretend like we barely know each other at school? – You asks and Wanda opens her mouth the slightest, but doesn’t say a thing. She looks surprised at your question and you swallow dryly before speaking again. - Are you embarrassed of me?

- Of course not! – Wanda answer before you even finish your sentence, her heart aching at you feeling that way. She was never embarrassed of you. She loves you, you are her favorite person.

- What is it then?

- I just… - She starts and mumbles somethings afterwards, but no actual words come out of her mouth. You close your eyes.

- I should better get going, then. – You say slowly and Wanda curses herself for not saying anything as you walked away.

Wanda laid down on her bed, replaying the conversation you just had over and over again. She wasn’t embarrassed of you. But she knew that assuming your relationship would change completely her dynamic at school. What if her friends stopped talking to her? Worse, what if they were mean to you? Of course she would defend you, just like she did when Steve pushed you on the corridor the other day. But the idea of you getting hurt because of her was absolutely unbearable.

The redhead buried her face on the pillow with a groan, deciding if keeping things the way they always were was worth losing you.

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 You arrive at school on the next morning with an intense migraine as you overthought the conversation with Wanda from the afternoon before.

You were pretty sure she would just ignore you and eventually glance you angry looks as she usually did when she was jealous or when you did something that upset her (although you never really knew what those things were exactly).  

That’s why when you hear her voice greeting you as you’re taking your books from your locke, you startle. You close your locker and turn to talk to her, but before you can say anything, she kisses you, pushing you against the lockers. The shock causing you to drop your book.

The sound of surprised gasps and talking around you went completely unnoticed as you place your hands on Wanda’s waist, pushing her closer to you.

- Good morning. – She says when you parted, a silly smile on her face. – I guess you dropped your book.

- Yeah, I guess I did. – You say with a silly giggle as you get down to pick up the object. When you stand up straight again, Wanda is still looking at you with a loving smile. – Why…

- I love you. – She interrupted you, holding your free hand and giving it a little squeeze. - I mean that.

- I love you too. – You say well aware you’re blushing, but that’s okay because so is Wanda. The redhead gives you a long kiss on the cheek and when she moves away, you can feel the reminisces of her lipstick on your skin. You move your hand to remove them but Wanda stops you.

- Don’t. I want everyone to know you’re mine. – She says with a smirk and winks at you. After she says she’ll see you at lunch, she kisses you again and leaves, although you find it really hard to let her go.

You stay there, probably looking like an idiot, watching as she walks away and when she looks back to see you again, you feel your heart dancing on your chest.

- When you said you were helping her with chemistry I thought you were talking about the subject. – You hear Natasha says by your side and you look at her, not even knowing when she got there in the first place. She has a playful smirk on her face and you just roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile widely.

As you walk towards the classroom and sit on your regular desk, you hear people talking about you all around. But you are too happy to care.

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 At lunch you spot Wanda sitting at one of the tables at the cafeteria and when you lock eyes with her, she waves her hand and smile, inviting you to go sit with her. You walk towards the table and try not to blush with the curious looks her friends give you.

She introduces you to every one of them and you say your hellos in the least shy way you can, but you’re pretty sure you’re not succeeding. You end up finding out that her friends were actually really nice, mainly Monica, who you find out likes the same music you do.

Everything is going pretty well but you are really shy so you avoid talking much and Wanda doesn’t push you, keeping her hand in yours the whole time.

You take your time observing Wanda. The way she laughs, the way she talks, the way she looks at you to make sure you were okay. Everything about her was breathtaking. She draws all the attention to her without even trying. And there you were, deeply in love with the redhead, willing to do anything for her. Wanda was golden, you were plastic.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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The Odd Rumble of Thunder - Thor x Reader

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Hey guys! I wanted to personally thank you all for the kind comments and messages, they really inspire me to continue writing more and the support truly means a lot! Also, I just found out how to access post replies, I apologize I haven’t gotten to reading them since my first story, I’m still trying to figure out the gist of things here on Tumblr! Anyways, recently I’d only been posting more on Poseidon, so here’s a special one for our Norse god of thunder (aka the god I simp for the most). This idea came to me while out on a camping trip, I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback would really be welcomed and appreciated!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Odd Rumble of Thunder

Thor x Reader

Even before the news spread like wildfire, Thor had become under the tyranny of a good habit to bringing his wife with him wherever he may go. It stood to reason that he would never be so careless to invite you over to danger, hence why, at a god’s ephemeral notice, he had stopped seeking direction for his combative side, but when, at last, he had to venture, he made much quicker work of it than when he would have otherwise.

Inarguably, if you’d wanted to lay down and rest instead, it was a surety you’d receive your meals in bed, unbothered. But for Thor there was no guarantee he’d ever have to worry about you, so the whole of Asgard knew by now he’d drop whatever he was doing to accompany you, uncaring about diplomacy in the first place.

Not that Odin nor Loki minded either; especially since the Allfather knew more about the concerns of a father expecting their first child. Moreover, Loki enjoyed shapeshifting into his cousin during days he was absent. It was much more fun to cause mischief legally, as he would say.

Today, Thor stood by his wife who sat comfortably in her rocking chair on the porch, allowing a full view of the hills that sloped gently down to the grand gardens. You were seven months along, approaching the eight month, the swell of your stomach now far more prominent.

At the very moment you had begun to show, you had a companion of whom would almost never leave your side, your husband’s absence in the kingdom gradually becoming more frequent, more lengthened, till at last his presence among his people became an exception. Despite your constant reassurances that you would be fine, Thor insisted on staying, casually sweeping aside your thoughts regarding his habitual sense of duty.

“I would only be gone for nine months to tend to my wife and child, they should fare well on their own lest they are more incompetent than I would’ve thought.” Thor had told you once before, and you’d decided not to question him further on that. You understood your husband’s concerns, to be truthful, you had a few of your own as well, so having Thor assist you alleviated some of the stress and worry concerning your child’s safety.

Especially now that you were nearing your due date. For instance, you were having the toughest time moving, suffering primarily from the weight in your belly and pains in your back and legs that made walking and even standing difficult. What made the physical strain worse too was your child’s eagerness to know you and Thor both, unable to stay long in one position, much like their father’s enthusiasm for battle.

“How are you feeling?” Thor’s question rested upon a rather precise calculation of the last time he had asked the same only a short moment before. It was quite visible in his actions that he did not want to cause any negative feelings if he could help it, though desiring you to avoid stress as much as possible.

You smiled. “Come close. You’ve been standing there for ages just ogling at me.” You opened your arms out wide. “Are you not tired?”

Truth be told, despite Thor’s constant need to remain close to his wife, he felt a real, undeniable fear of touching you, specifically, your abdomen. He closed the distance between until he was right in front of you, staring down at you with hard eyes. Longing leaped like a flame reaching out in his celestial yellow orbs.

“Love, I am always grateful for your concern for me. And I am feeling much better just knowing you’re beside me.” You raised yourself up, pushing against the chair to try to stand. Thor rushed forward, held you then put his hands under your arms to lift you up. Your child was growing fast. “But how about you? How are you feeling?”

You inched closer, your fingers playing with the locks of his hair that you could reach. “Aside from the stress of waiting, I’ve noticed that you have something else weighing on your mind.

“Tell me, what is it?”

At the sight of you through his warworn eyes, his mind was filled with bliss. For that loving glance of yours, he felt a divine presence and holy atmosphere that seemed to pervade everything around you. Having an inkling of what you were hinting at though, he broke your gaze, in an attempt to avert the guilt you conferred on him.

“Please. We’re in this together, I would want nothing more than to help you back as much as you’ve helped me.” Thor felt you shift in his arms, get more comfortable. He felt the bulk of your child across his legs, the weight no doubt pulling you down. Seeing you in pain like that, was sad and unbearable, and the gnawing feeling grew stronger. And since he knew you were always so full of strength and determination, always unrelenting in your attempts to make him feel better, he began,

“I am afraid.” Red eyebrows drew together.

“Afraid of what?”

“That I might accidentally hurt you and our child,” Thor took a deep breath in then let it out in a sigh while taking a step back. “I do not want that to happen, even if I want to be at your side at all times. And this frustrates me to no end.”

Thor did himself a favor by giving attention to anything other than his wife, refusing to be a witness on the sadness and any he may have caused. Dealing with his own disappointment was nothing new, but he had trouble dealing with the fact that he was the cause of yourpain. He wished he could take his troubles which escaped, hanging in the air, and all the bad feelings on himself and let things continue as they were, but he knew it didn’t work that way. You needed to know that he only wanted you and your child safe and protected, even from himself.

He could not understand how the cosmos could play such a cruel joke on the both of you: you, bore so much pain because of one of the greatest affairs of life, and him, the strongest deity in the Pantheon, was powerless against the natural laws of existence.

Strong shoulders slumped, head bowing as stray strands of red hair fell over Thor’s brow. Not again. He did not wish to be reminded of the cautious sympathy his father and cousin had approached him with. His stomach lurched whenever the subject of your frailty came up. Dread and a terrifying fear overwhelmed his soul for the first time, the thought of losing you−

“Hey,” Your voice which lingered on the gentle breeze brushed against Thor’s face, pulling him out of his stupor. He refocused, turning his gaze onto your sweet face.

How were you able to hold yourself up well despite your obvious pain and suffering? Did you not bear the same nervousness as he did? The answer was obvious, practically screaming in Thor’s ears but became deaf following his guilt and clouded instincts. For a long time since you’d first told him about the news, he bore these worries in silence; but when at length he’d been perplexed by your introspection−or seeming lack of it. Why, in fact, did you concern yourself with him at all? Compared to you, there was hardly any threat to his own life posed. Why had you always done more to make him feel better when you were the one who needed it most?

Cutting through the haze he found himself in was the shape of you, or maybe your hair billowing in the wind, a wisp of it across your face, and then suddenly the feel of your skin, the sense of your head on his chest. Even if it were fleeting, that alone brought him the possibilities of comfort that he’d so needed. Oh, how he missed this; you cupped his big callously marble hands around yours, caressing them so tenderly, as if he were fragile and might break, so short it could never be pulled back.

As he relished the warmth of the blaze you gave him for the winter of unease, he’d realized much sooner that the coldness that inched its icy fingers up his spine still threatened to battle your kind words, you, his very own wife, and he detested himself for being unsure whether or not it was of his own doing; was he pushing you away when you’d only wanted to offer your help?

Thor’s immediate impulse was to pull back from you, abruptly halted by your fingers which slipped between his now splayed hand. You wrinkled your nose in a delightfully unguarded manner that caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Do you remember the first time we said our vows?” If only you knew the way Thor perceived you: in his eyes, your radiant smile reflected the morning sunlight of Valhalla, for a split second picturing the moment you’d walked down the aisle, that headpiece on your head instantiating the paradox of mystery that once lifted revealed your beautiful face, marking it the best day of his long life. Something warm bloomed in his chest once again and spread its heat out through every vein in his body. He remembered the smooth feel of the veil against his cheek after sealing your promise with a kiss, his lips parting with a breathless sigh.

“Your hands caressed my fit of nerves with light, tender touches and then inspired me with hard, passionate embraces,” With effortless ease, you lifted your intertwined hands to your mouth and kissed his knuckle. Thor watched with great admiration your every move, the desire to distance himself was now but an afterthought. Nothing would ever separate him from you when all you’d ever done was pull him closer than ever.

Then, you sought out his hand, kissing his palm as he stroked your face. You clung onto his arms, gripped at his chest as if you were searching for warmth, as if you needed his touch, and much like him, couldn’t bear to be even an inch away. His mind was still slowing its racing to let him mutter something in response, so he allowed himself to be entranced by how smooth and sure of yourself you were, with nothing to mar the calm serenity of your features. Your smile seemed to be a natural adornment, the utter gentleness in your eyes, reminded him of every morning when he woke up, he would see you by his side, as well as your sleeping snoring face. Right at that moment, the silly scream finally made it to the deaf god’s ears:

He was your haven,

The place you called home and went to find peace.

As Thor immersed himself in your smell, your sparkling eyes, he felt the excruciating cold all melt away in your warmth. No more seeds of doubt with which to sow and seek his destiny. Slowly, he began to see his surroundings from a keener point of view, realizing, then appraising them: from the passing wind your hair messed which he pushed aside, tucking it behind your ear, to how his sash seemed to fit him better indeed, rather than cling onto his skin even tighter as brutally as it had done before. He noticed the minute changes since he’d last taken a good look at you months ago: a little flusher on your skin, lines around the eyes a little deeper, a little increase in body temperature.

He pulled you closer, his actions not arising from calculation instead led by instinct. You let him take more of your weight, your belly pressed against his stomach as you sighed, his fingers working wonders on massaging the muscles that had been much abused in carrying the baby’s weight. A sudden wrenching through his sash struck Thor’s heart and had him holding his breath.

The baby had moved, and he’d felt it.

Bending down, he buried his nose in your hair, closing his eyes as he drank in your scent. Your arms wrapped around his back as he connected in this loving embrace, feeling his heart beat in rhythm with your own.

“Our child would no doubt love to be enveloped in their father’s safe arms,” With a light, gentle touch, your fingers ran through Thor’s hair, making him shiver with delight.

On that day, only the beautiful gardens of Asgard became privy to nothing more than a moment in which husband and wife reached for the same comfort and their concerns met. These gardens were simultaneously the very same place where Thor had first avoided the problems that plagued his mind, but also became exactly the same place where he’d find solace in the arms of his lovely wife.

Resting his hand on where his child was, he recognized that familiar feeling turning up, but upon realizing the bittersweet irony of and within these gardens, the revelation came to him: happiness could also come from the very object of fear.

And as you had an unmovable trust in him, there was an unspoken mutual understanding that he too, should put his trust in you.

#snv x reader #snv thor #snv thor x reader #thor x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok thor x reader

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Kisses Heal Most Wounds

Loki x Asgardian (f)reader based on this fic here

Summary: AU where Loki lives through Infinity War. After the battle in Wakanda and suffering a harsh wound to your side, here you are now, in New Asgard. Dealing with your new home and the slowly healing wound. And Loki who won’t stop fretting over you.

Warning: fluff, a smidge of angst, oh hey more fluff, brief mention of smut (this may be the softest fic I’ve ever written)

Masterlist

You shouldn't even be here, none of you should even be here in all honesty if  truth be told. But alas, yourself and the people of Asgard have prevailed like a strong stone unmoved by the oceans great waves.

Before all this that you have now, you thought your world was balanced on the tip of a thin dagger close to collapse. It was no doubt, but through the darkness in the universe, some divine being or possibly plain luck has kept you here. And with that your people, a little dragon, and your sweet prince. Loki. 

Your beloved.

It's been a week since Thanos' death on Titan when Thor sliced his head clean off, where you learned that the stones are now gone forever. Oh how that threw your team for a loop, but Thor, it hurt him the most. The battle of Wakanda was something else you'd thankfully been prepared for, but the aftermath had left you all worn out and exhausted.

Even though your half dark elf and Asgardian blood gifts you with faster healing then most. Taking a blade to the rib cage by Proxima appears to have its lasting effects. Her sword was derived from one of the strongest metals in the galaxy, you're lucky to even still be alive.

She got a clean cut across your left ribs, the blade doing its bout of dramatic damage as it cut into your bone and muscle, skimming across the flesh like it was nothing. To keep your life, you fought her off but not before grabbing her sword with your right hand in a desperate attempt at keeping her from slicing you open.

With your bleeding side and your blooded palm, you made sure to end her life soon enough. And although you've had time to heal plus a plethora of bandages later, here you are, still trudging through the recovery process. No matter how much it annoys you to be tended to.

"Does that hurt?" Worries Loki, hands delicately wrapping your hand up as he stands between your legs while you sit on the counter.

You give him a look, "No."

Loki stands just about eye to eye with you, he holds back a smile, "I know you're lying."

"I'm not."

"You most certainly are my dear Y/N."

You pout and keep silent as he lifts your shirt up and over your shoulders to stand back and inspect the torso wrapping on your injured side. You wave your hand in front of his face, "What? Haven't you ever seen breasts before?" You tease. You have a bra on, however your jesting will never end no matter the circumstances.

Loki quickly diverts his gaze to the countertop, "I wasn't looking at them. I honor you more then that."

"I know. Just unwrap me will you? These are making me itchy."

Loki smiles before reaching his hands out to ever so carefully unwrap your bandages until they're completely off. He crouches closer to get a good look at the stitching, you watch his blue eyes trail skillfully over the scarred skin. He brings a hand up to hover his fingertips over your lesion, "I wish I could heal this up for you. I despise watching you feel pain from this." Speaks your lover softly, eyes on yours now.

You rest a hand on the counter while the other draws up to gently trail through his dark hair, "It's part of the past, my love. Just another battle scar is all, another place for you to kiss and make better."

Loki smiles up at you, "When it is fully healed."

You tug on a lock of his hair, "Oh you boorish man, give me some excitement."

"Not in that way." Says Loki as he grabs the new bandage to wrap against your torso, "I can show you love in other ways."

"Hmm. May I hear some?"

"I will take you to the hills where we enchant the earth to make flowers grow." Reveals Loki while he continues to gently fix your bandages, "I will kiss your sweet lips every time you frown from a discomfort or sadness. And I promise to leave a candle burning at night so Fenrir doesn't feel alone."

"I like that."

"Oh I'm not done." Grins Loki, "You will never wake from sleep without me there by your side. Never walk the earth with dreary thoughts of what I said to upset you, only the words of a kind poet. And I will sit and watch the storms rock our shudders with you all evening and night until you're too sleepy and I must carry you to bed."

He ties the last piece together as your hands move to hold both of his slender cheeks in your palms, his eyes immediately turn to look into yours, "May I be a little bother this once and ask for something?"

"Of course, anything."

"Can you kiss me?"

Loki greets you with a beaming grin before silently nodding and leaning up to press his sweet lips to yours for a slow and passionate kiss lasting a good few seconds before he eventually parts from your lips again. "You don't have to ask for that Y/N."

"I know." You chuckle before giving him a light peck, "Can I have my shirt back now?"

His brows raise, "Oh right yes! Sorry my love I forgot about tha....I got a bit distracted. Apologies." Rambles Loki as he snatches up your shirt before aiding you in putting it back on.

Popping your head out of the top, you giggle, "You've seen my naked bum, you know."

"Yes well.."

"I can show you again if you forgot."

Loki rests a hand on your shoulder, "Come on Y/N, let's go to bed, yes?"

Resting a hand on his shoulder, you nod, "Oh, you’re no fun....however, actually, that's not a bad idea."

He smiles softly at you, “Wonderful...take my hand, will you?”

You take his hand with yours, “Oh ever the gentleman.”

——

Face pressed against your pillow, you feel the urge to find more comfort in this early morning and for that you begin to roll and shift your placement when a white hot pain shoots up through your side.  A soft gasp leaves your lips as you bite your lip to keep the rest of your pained protests inside as not to disturb Loki.

Now on your back, you rest a hand over the afflicted side of your body as you steady your breaths, "Y/N?" Mumbles a half-conscious Asgardian prince while he slithers a hand over in search of yours.

Not finding anything but your bent arm, he opens an eye to see what's the matter. You keep your eyelids closed, "I'm fine love. Just moved wrong is all, go back to sleep."

Loki scoots himself closer to you, "You certain?"

"Absolutely." Your side throbs a bit but you ignore it, "Sleep. As your wife I command it."

Your sleepy lover smiles against your arm, "Then I shall obey." He mumbles before sighing and succumbing to dreamland once more.

You close your eyes and breath softly in the dull blue light of the morning, the flesh of your muscle and skin hurts too much for yourself to find any sort of comfort enough for sleep. This annoys you immensely but what can you do?

Patience, you tell yourself, patience will get you through this pain like it always has before. But trying to sleep will do nothing effective, you decide it's time to get up and perhaps go for a walk in the rising light of dawn. Let him sleep, he need't be awaken over your troubles.

Ever so carefully do you gently remove his hand from your stomach, resting it onto the blanket he stirs a bit as you freeze in place. Loki doesn't move again but ball his fist subconsciously, you let out a breath of relief and skillfully slip from the bed.

Silently dressing yourself for the day, you watch your sleeping lover for any sign of waking though he appears to be out like a light. Satisfied with this, you're able to saunter out the door and into the hallway you go until you've reached the front door.

Prrrr. Prrrr. Clack, clack, clack. Flap!

Fenrir your little dragon shows herself into the room in true dragon style. She's aware enough to know flying in the house is frowned upon, so instead does she run on her two little legs with aid by her winged arms.

She's a funny little creature to watch do this, and she is also a tad bit too loud as well, "Fenrir shhh." You whisper, crouching down to scratch her scaly head as you glance down the vacant hallway. Good he's still asleep.

"Grahh prrrrrr."

"No, shhhhh."

She tilts her head up at you before sticking out her black forked tongue and making a scratchy purring sound, you throw her a look, "Quiet you loud little serpent, I'm trying to take a walk without waking up the sleepy prince."

She snorts some white smoke from out of her two nostrils, "Very dramatic." You muse, petting her head once more before standing and slipping on your two rubber boots.

She nudges your leg, "I can't take you Fens, you're too small. A gust of wind could send you into the ocean at your size and strength..." She flaps and soon lands on your shoulder, "...okay now that's not fair. I promise you, when you're as big as the gulls, then I'll let you outside."

She makes a low groaning sound in protest, you scratch her little chin, "Maybe...perhaps I could...no I shouldn't....no I can't.....hmm...okay fine you little gem. You can stay inside my coat."

Her shimmering eyes light up with joy, although she cannot speak, she understands as well as any person with a means to listen. She jumps onto the coat rack as you snatch up your favorite coat, it's Asgardian made by the towns best seamstress, Anya. It's of a beautiful color crafted just as you'd asked for, the material warm and greatly comfortable.

Though being half elven gifts you with the ability to not feel as cold as others would, you love the royal attire so much it doesn't matter. Pulling it on, you open up the front for Fenrir to latch onto your upper chest like a sea barnacle to the bottom of a boat. She's practically hugging your right breast, at least she's in a comfortable position.

You can't help but chuckle softly as you close the material, clasping the silver pins to cover your little beast who purrs happily from underneath the warm material. Turning to look at yourself in the mirror, you don't look very assuming by much. In fact, no one would probably notice that a little dragon is hidden on your person.

Just as intended. Smiling to yourself, you do a little pose before turning to reach for the golden knob of the door handle. Opening up the door to reveal a dark blue sky of greys and fading stars, you halt dead in your tracks. Eyes narrowing, "Loki."

"Y/N." Speaks a soft raspy voice, tone of slight disappointment, though he sounds more concerned then anything else.

You lower your head, body still facing outside, "I couldn't sleep."

"I know you're still hurting."

"Yes. Well, I need to distract myself while I heal."

The sound of light footfalls makes the wooden floor creek from behind you, in a huff do you turn around and shut the door while your lover approaches you. Hands stuffed in your pockets, you let Loki take your cheeks with his smooth hands. "My sweet one, tell me of your discomfort. You are not a hinderance to my slumber in any possible way."

"I know..."

"You still feel pain from your injuries, I see it on your face often and it hurts me knowing I cannot do anything to stop it. But please, when you need me, do not hide away. Promise?"

Removing your hands from your jacket pockets, you reach up to take his hands with your own, "I promise." You lean in to gently press your lips to his that Loki reciprocates back with the same amount of love to match. Pulling away, you smile, "Can we still go for a walk?"

"We?" He teases.

"Yes we. My side would bother me less if I had you with me as we watch the sun rise."

Loki squeezes your hands, "Let me get a jacket."

He lets go to find a coat on the wooden rack, "Aren't you half frost giant? Shouldn't you not need a jacket?"

He pulls it on before looking over to you, "Aren't you half dark elf? Don't you not need a coat?"

You shrug, "It looks nice. Anya made it for me."

"And I could not agree more my dear, you do indeed look stunning." He gives you a small theatrical pose, "What about me? Thoughts, comments, a kind compliment?"

You kiss his cheek, "Very handsome."

He smiles as you open up the door to walk out, "Very handsome?" He whispers proudly, "She thinks I'm beautiful."

Loki quickly shuts the door before jogging down the steps to reach your side, you give him a wink, "Very beautiful and maybe even a little bit sexy."

"Oh really now? You think so?"

"I know so. Now come on, the sun will be up soon." You take his hand and soon lead him up the gravely trail to the grass hills where a stellar view of the ocean and New Asgard is sure to be seen.

——

"So how was the sunrise this morning?" Asks Valkyrie as you sit on the cement ridge by the loading docks where she's fixing up a crab trap.

Feeding Fenrir a little piece of fish as she keeps hidden within your jacket, you look over to the shimmering ocean, "Beautiful actually. Loki came with me this time."

"Did he?" She muses, "Finally catch you sneaking out?"

"I'm not, I'm not sneaking out. I'm just....I try not to bother him."

She hums thoughtfully, "He likes it when you bother him, you know."

Your brows furrow, "He doesn't. Well I guess I don't really know....but, ugh Val I just hate feeling like this. My side still hurts a lot and so does my stupid hand where I was cut."

"Patience Y/N."

"Yeah Val I know, this isn't the first time I've gotten a little beat up after battle....it's just the first time I've had someone like Loki to take care of me. This is new, and I don't like it very much, I almost feel.....weak."

Valkyrie frowns, "You're not weak Y/N, not at all, he just cares for you immensely. Tell him how you feel okay, he loves you, he'll understand how you feel.”

Jumping down from your perch, you walk over to her, "You're probably right. I just feel like maybe I'm being too much sometimes, I know I'm not, but I feel like it. It's stupid I know, but thanks for the talk, I needed it."

She smiles, "You're welcome." You turn and begin sauntering off down the path up to your home when she calls out one last thing, "Is that Fenrir in your coat?"

"Yes!"

She laughs, "Don't feed him all my fish!"

"She's a growing beast!"

——

Opening up the door to your house, you close it right after before opening up your jacket for Fenrir to jump out of and onto the floor she goes. Flapping a bit, she quickly darts through the doorway leading into the kitchen.

Setting your coat on the rack, you slip off your boots, a pleasant scent of something baking wafts into your nostrils from the kitchen. Someone shuffles across the room out of sight when a couple metal pans clink together. A growing smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

Walking across the front room, you lean against the doorway frame and watch as Loki sets a couple pans in the sink, "And what is the God of Mischief making today?"

Loki's eyes immediately fall onto you when he turns around, "Apple fritter." He glances at the oven, "It's coming along."

"Smells wonderful. I have no doubts it will match in taste."

Loki almost blushes, "Well I wouldn't get too far ahead of ourselves now, but I do appreciate the positive attitude. Gives me hope in my baking skills."

"Well if you can conjure brilliant illusions, why not conjure a tasty treat?"

"You truly do gift me with motivation Y/N, and I love you for that."

Smirking, you wander into the kitchen where you bring yourself to the oven, flicking on the light, you crouch down to see how well things are faring. "Not too bad, looks pretty good from here."

He walks to your side, leaning himself against the counter, "Well you haven't tasted it yet."

Standing once again, you lean up to give him a chaste kiss, "I just know. So, what's the special occasion?"

Loki kisses you back, "No special occasion really, just felt like using my hands to make something you'd enjoy. And since my magic fireworks don't amuse you like they once did, well I guess I needed to try something different."

"I like your fireworks." You mutter, taking a lock of his dark hair between your fingers and twirling it, "But I definitely cannot eat them."

He lets out a breathy laugh, "Fair point. Hopefully I do well on my craftsmanship then. I followed the recipe all the way through, and I did have all the correct ingredients."

"Then I have not a single doubt they won't be delicious, and if they are you get to sleep on the couch for a week. And clean up after Fenrir.”

"That's harsh. Some might even say cruel."

You leave his hair alone to rest your hands on his firm chest, face leaning in close to his, "Well my love, you better have some damn good apple fritters then...we shall see." He opens his mouth to protest but is quietly silenced by your sweet lips pressing against his own, his hands soon wrap around your body, pulling you in even closer until you make a little squeak signaling your pain.

Loki parts from your lips, hands disappearing from your torso as he rests them on the counter, face deeply apologetic, "Forgive me, my dear I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you alright?"

Smiling softly, you nod, "I'm fine. Just squeezed me a tad bit too tight is all, although I appreciate the enthusiasm. I am quite the seductive siren after all."

His expression still remains worried, "Yes, can I get you something? You need ice, a heating pad? Or maybe...is it time to change your bandages again?"

You wave him off, "No. I'm okay, I swear it. Now stop your insistent worrying for me, I can handle myself just well enough I believe."

"But Y/N..."

You raise a finger, "No. Shush, I already bother you enough with this as it is, I don't want you fussing over me now."

Loki raises a brow, "Bother me?" He says almost bewildered, "Darling you don't bother me one bit, you got severely injured during battle and as your husband I find it my duty and honor to take care of you. Weather you're hurt or not. I'd feel like a terrible lover if I didn't, you'd surly do the same for me."

You frown, "Loki you're too kind. But I can't help that I feel like I'm bothering you more often then not about all this. I mean, just the other day when I was too uncomfortable to sleep, I tried to take a walk without waking you up. But I woke you up anyways and you were still tired. You should've been able to sleep peacefully but there I was getting out of..."

"My dear Y/N." Says Loki as he takes your hands with his, "I wanted to see the sunrise with you. Yes, I could have turned over and kept sleeping until dawn passed, but I enjoy being with you more then a couple more hours of unconsciousness. You mean the world to me Y/N, so don't ever think I am annoyed with you. I'm not, I honestly don't think that could be possible, I don't believe it can."

Your heart fills with joy at this wonderful news, you give his hands a reassuring squeeze, "Guess I was being a little foolish thinking that way. I just don't like being wounded and tended to all the time, gets pretty old fast."

Loki shares a small smile, "Even with me?"

"Well, no." You dart your eyes away from his, "Never, it's just....well....I also have been in too much pain for doing...things..."

Loki shakes his head before leaning his face down closer to yours, "My sweet one, I would wait forever if I had to, I dare not bring you more discomfort in place of my pleasure. That's sacrilegious in all honesty." You turn to look at him, causing Loki to grin joyously, "You will be better soon, and once you feel no more pain, I am yours completely as you are mine."

Reaching a hand up to cup his slender cheek, you kiss the back of his hand, "Thank you. You are more then I deserve."

He turns his head to gift your palm with a soft kiss, "You deserve the universe Y/N, and even though I'd love to give you every star and jewel in existence, I only have the apple fritters I'm afraid."

You laugh a sweet tune to Loki's ears, corners of your eyes crinkling with amusement, "I'll take it."

"Good. Because they're almost ready too."

-

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[buckysbabygorl]

Names

Summary: Y/N’s always the butt of Loki’s teasing and they can’t stand it, until the hidden meanings behind it are revealed

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Loki x GenderNeutral!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Cowritten by @babybluereads

When the Asgardians had arrived on earth, the tiny town of St. Abb’s had accepted them with open arms. The community immediately took to caring for the newcomers and providing them with whatever they needed. Y/N, being the assertive and bright person they were, immediately caught the eye of the fighting trio that had defended Asgard in its last moments.

Y/N was quick to help where they could; taking on leadership roles and directing the townspeople on what actions to take next for the Asgardian folk to fit in. They provided shelter, food, clothing, whatever was necessary.

Valkyrie and Y/N developed a fast friendship; she liked Y/N’s confidence and strength, and they managed their people side by side. Thor adored most, if not all migardians and their customs, and Y/N was no exception. Y/N made him laugh, provided him with comfort and advice, and he contributed to the town in any way he could when he visited.

And then there was Loki. Oh, Loki, Loki, Loki.

Y/N had very little patience when it came to him; as a matter of fact, Y/N had none.

Loki was, politely, a grade A pain in the ass.

He was one to disappear for hours or days at a time; returning with no explanation as to why. He forced trickery on the township; amusing the children and the occasional townsfolk, but not Y/N. He was rowdy at the local bar; he was constantly seen partying, making this once quiet town louder than ever.

People adored him in town. Y/N however did not; they wanted structure, organization. He was chaos walking.

Worst of all; he felt the need to be glued to Y/N’s side constantly. He loved to tease them, get a rise from them first thing in the morning, he stopped them from doing their work, and it always left them fighting.

What really bothered Y/N is when he’d insult them in another language; which he did often. Something he’d huff under his breath, and when Y/N demanded clarification he’d simply laugh and walk off. Which seemed to be the only time he ever left them alone.

It was infuriating. Which is what Y/N was complaining about to Valkyrie right at this moment.

“I don’t understand why he can’t just piss off; everyone in town loves him, why can’t he go bother them?”

Valkyrie smiled, “Perhaps that’s why he does it; he knows you hate him. It’s likely the most entertaining thing for him.”

Y/N huffed as they lifted another crate, stacking them against the wall. “Well that’s just sadistic,” they said, “You’d think he’d get his rocks off on something else.”

Valkyrie laughed, but not for the reason Y/N thought.

“I’m not sure why my rocks are of your concern, but please leave sadism out of it.” 

Y/N’s teeth clenched at the voice, and tried to ignore it.

Loki smiled, “No greeting? I don’t even get a “good morning your highness”?”

“No, you don’t.” Y/N lifted another crate, which was swiftly pulled out of their hands by Loki. Y/N sighed, reaching for another one.

“I don’t need your help, I can carry it myself.” Y/N stated.

Loki chuckled as he stacked the crate in its place, before plucking the other from Y/N’s hands as well.

“It’s my pleasure, I’m certain I can do a better job anyways.”

Valkyrie shook her head, staying silent as the conversation transpired. She knew better than to jump in: one, because Y/N could handle themselves; two, because the last time Valkyrie stepped in, knives were involved and nearly banned in the town square because of it. Out of respect for peace and civility in New Asgard, Valkyrie ceased her fighting. For now.

As composed of a person Y/N was, they were one to get easily flustered. Yes, their emotions were in check, but something about Loki’s teasing was especially provoking. 

“I doubt it,” Y/N said, “Besides, how can you do a better job when you’re hardly ever here.”

“There are other ways to say you miss me, Y/N,” Loki said, “And I’m always here. You’re the one that wishes I wasn’t.”

“That’s not true, I just wish when you were here, you were less annoying.”

“I think that’s asking too much of him,” Valkyrie said, examining the lures of their fishing stock, “It’s ingrained in him.”

“Oh Valkyrie, I didn’t realize you were here.” He teased, momentarily turning his attention away from Y/N.

The warrior rolled her eyes, taking a nearby piece of broken crate and chucking it at his head.

He deflected it but turned to retaliate, before Y/N stopped him. 

“Hey, settle down. We have a lot of work to do, and I need you two to focus.” Y/N reprimanded.

Y/N didn’t realize it, but they had their hand placed on his chest. Loki smirked at the contact, before Y/N swiftly pulled their hand away.

“Now,” Y/N said, “Are you going to actually be helpful? Or are you planning on wasting my time.”

Loki hummed before looking back to the open boathouse entrance that he had come from, “No, I don’t plan on staying long. I was only stopping by to see my melilla.”

Y/N scowled with a groan. “If you’re going to insult me, you could at least do it in a language I understand!”

But their complaint fell on deaf ears as he laughed, exiting just as quickly as he’d come.

Now it was Valkyrie’s turn to laugh, their minor conflicts always being of great entertainment. But she knew Y/N would complain about it for the rest of the afternoon; their work was already tainted by the presence of Loki.

~

Thor was happy to be back, he could only spend so much time with the Guardians before needing some space. He admired the team, but the arrogance of that Starlord fellow was sometimes too much to bear. Not that Thor made it any easier; he was quite the confident man himself. They’d butted heads far too often, and now he was in need of a much deserved break. 

He strode into town cheerily; greeting the townsfolk with an overjoyed disposition. Though happy he was to see the midgardians; he was looking for one in particular. He finally spotted Y/N in the small farmers market just off the docks. In fact, he heard Y/N before he saw them, as once again Y/N was fighting with his notorious brother.

“You can’t turn apples into snakes when children are around, someone could get hurt and we don’t have a town doctor until next month!” Y/N scolded.

“Oh amata, I love how easily the simplest of things can make you forget yourself.” He said.

With a slight snarl on their face, Y/N groaned. “Stop calling me that!”

Loki simply laughed in their face, enraging Y/N further. Before they went to scream at him again, Thor decided to intervene.

“My Y/N! You seem awfully invigorated this morning,” He commented.

At the voice of their friend, Y/N turned and their mood was immediately brightened. “Thor! I had no idea you were coming.”

Loki looked at his brother with quiet contempt, “Of course you weren’t notified, my brother is known for making an entrance. 

He turned back to Y/N, “Why don’t you ever address me with such kindness, carissima.” He said, dejectedly.

Y/N raised a finger to Loki’s face, once again going to scold him, before being interrupted by amused laughter from Thor.

“Well it’s nice to see that you’ve at least shifted to addressing one another with pleasantries.” Thor said.

Immediately Loki’s face filled with dread. Y/N looked at them both, surprised.

“You call that pleasantries?” Y/N asked, “He’s been insulting me in a dead language since we met.”

They spat the words in Loki’s face, but it was not met with his usual humourous demeanor.

Thor scoffed with delight, “I hardly think dearest is an insult, Y/N.”

Y/N was taken aback. No, that’s not what he’d been calling them, had he?

The expression on Loki’s face displayed nothing but truth at the fellow God’s statement, “Thor, please--” Loki said through gritted teeth.

Thor only smirked, intending to continue the teasing. “What else has he called you, Y/N? I speak fluent latin myself.”

Still shocked by the revelation, but not diffused in their anger, Y/N thought back to what he had called them before dearest.

“Well--he, he also called me amata.” Y/N said.

Laughing once again, Thor turned to his brother, “Oh, did he?” Thor asked.

Flustered, Loki tried to direct attention elsewhere, “Aren’t you supposed to be looking for Valkyrie? Or someone else to pester?” He asked.

Thor only smiled, “No I’m quite enjoying myself here, brother.”

“And as for the name amata,” Thor explained, “It means beloved. I think you’ve mistaken my brother’s flirtations for aggravations, Y/N.”

The three stood, not saying anything more as the passerby’s at the market weaved around them. Y/N snuck a glance at Loki, who was now desperately avoiding eye contact. Could it be that all this time, he was secretly calling Y/N terms of endearment?

He made no objections; only furthering the obvious truth that he had been.

Y/N didn’t know what to think, or what to say.

“Well,” Thor started, “I believe my work here is done. I shall leave you to each other.”

He looked up into the marketplace, “Joseph, so good to see you my friend!”

He parted, calling for the man at the nearby mead cart, while the other two still stood, not saying a word.

Loki quietly scorned his brother; of course he had to expose him. Now Y/N was aware of his secret fondness towards them, someone who already hated him more than he’d like.

“Melilla.” Y/N said.

Loki looked at Y/N, surprised by the word. “Pardon?” He asked.

Y/N hummed, “It’s another name, that you-um.. That you call me.”

“Oh,” Loki nodded, understanding what Y/N meant. 

“Well,” he started, hesitant, “It means… little honey.”

“And why do you call me that,” Y/N asked, “Because I’m sweet?”

“No,” Loki defended, “You aren’t sweet. You’re the opposite. Um--bitter, and-and full of disdain--”

He was stopped by the laughter that escaped Y/N, but as he looked at them, he realized he was not the subject of their laughter but that Y/N was laughing with him. Though Loki would never admit it aloud, he found that much more pleasurable than any of the emotions he’d evoked from their banter. 

“You aren’t… upset with me?” He asked earnestly.

Y/N looked to the ground, shifting in their stance with hands placed behind their back.

“Not entirely,” Y/N admitted, “I mean… it would’ve been nice to know you weren’t calling me an asshole this whole time.”

Loki chuckled bashfully, “Well, for that, I suppose I can apologize.” 

An awkward silence came between them; not knowing what to say. It was surprising, to say the least, the new perspective that had been given to their situation. Loki’s need to be in Y/N’s presence, the constant chatting that what was thought to be filled with insults were now revealed to have been filled with kindness, and arguably, affection. Even on Y/N’s end; the frustrations of his disappearances and the concern for safety during his reckless shenanigans, were those too filled with care?

Loki cleared his throat to break the quiet. “So,” he started, “do you have much to tend to this afternoon?”

Y/N rolled their eyes at the obvious attempt to change the conversation, “Well if you’re going to continue being an idiot, then yes.”

“And.. if I cease, the idiocy?” He asked.

Y/N smiled, “Well, it wouldn’t necessarily be the worst thing, if you helped me with some... stuff down at the docks.”

He chuckled, amused. “You’re actually asking me to accompany you, for once?”

“Yes, I guess I am.” Y/N said. He went to speak before they stopped him, “But on one condition.”

“Oh?” He asked, “and what’s that?”

“That,” Y/N said, “If you’re going to compliment me, at least do it in a language I understand.”

He smiled, “Anything for you, dearest.”

~

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Mischief and Magic

TITLE: Mischief and Magic CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 1/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are a descendant from a kitsune, a fox demon. You have a mischievous streak a mile long. One day, after Thor gets tired of your antics, he throws you at Loki demanding that you annoy Loki for awhile. RATING: T (for now) NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 here

The battle of New York raged around the tower as Tony Stark landed on the landing pad of Stark Tower.  He watched the god pacing the common area in front of the bar.  The machines and Jarvis worked to remove his armor.  He didn’t like being vulnerable in front of the god, but his armor was too damaged.  It needed to be replaced before he could continue the fight. 

As the suit was removed, he made his way into the tower, looking over the scene as he did.  His eyes and mind were trained to take in everything, especially with his years of experience with Jarvis’ HUD.  He was a genius and took everything in in an instant.  

He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had to keep Loki distracted, keep Loki’s attention on himself.  It wasn’t just to save the world.  It was to save Tony’s world.  

Hiding on the other side of the bar from the prowling god was Tony’s 15-year-old daughter.  He would recognize her bright orange-red hair anywhere.  She had been left on his doorstep shortly after she’d been born and he’d loved nothing more in the world ever since.  She was huddled with her back against the bar, her knees to her chest.  She was wearing jeans and her favorite MIT shirt.  She was so looking forward to going there one day.  Her shoes were untied, as if she had just thrown them on to evacuate.  Which was probably exactly what had happened.  She had been evacuating when danger turned up right in front of her.  She was supposed to be safe in the tower.

Tony desperately wanted to keep Loki from knowing Morgan was there, or knowing she existed.  So he had to keep Loki’s attention on him.  He made his way behind the bar, not even sparing a glance to Morgan.  He couldn’t draw Loki’s attention to her.  He needed to buy time, especially with Loki watching him. 

“Please tell me you’re going to appeal to my humanity,” Loki sneered, his attention firmly on Tony. 

Tony could play this game, would play this game.  He wished he had better weapons at the moment, but he would use what he had.  “Actually, I’m planning to threaten you,” he replied pleasantly, with his usual sarcasm and wit.

“You should have left your armor on for that,” Loki replied, gesturing at Tony with his scepter.  

Tony shrugged and made his way down the stairs to the bar.  “It’s seen a bit of mileage and you’ve got the glow stick of destiny,” he drew Loki’s attention back to the scepter in his hand, anything to keep Loki’s attention off of the girl hiding behind the bar.  He finally made it behind the bar and nudged Morgan further behind it, making sure she was firmly out of sight while Loki’s gaze was on his scepter.  That was all the reassurance and guidance he could give her at the moment.  He just had to pray that she would stay silent.  “Would you like a drink?” he asked when Loki looked up at him again.

Loki grinned, clearly enjoying this game.  “Stalling me won’t change anything,” he said, his eyes glowing an unnatural blue.  Tony noticed for a moment how young the god looked.  He was thousands of years old, but what was he, 18? 19? And already taking over the world.

Tony couldn’t deal with that at the moment.  He had to keep Morgan safe, had to get his armor.  He made a correcting gesture.  “No, no, threatening," he corrected as he stepped played with the bottles and glasses behind the bar.  ”No drink? Are you sure? I'm having one,” he kept his attention on himself.

He managed to get Loki talking as the slipped the suit’s bracelets on his wrists.  He babbled about the Avengers, not really paying attention to what he was saying as he tried to come up with any plan that would get Morgan to safety.  He doubted the god would play fairly and let the girl escape. 

Tony stepped out from behind the bar with his drink, still antagonizing the god.  Morgan watched in horror, peeking out from behind the bar as Loki tried to take over Tony’s mind.  It didn’t work.  Thank God it didn’t work.  But then Tony had one last quip about performance issues.

Everything moved so fast as Loki lifted her father by the throat and threw him out of the window.  He defenestrated her dad!!

“Dad!” She shrieked, watching in horror as her father went flying out of the window.  

Loki turned to her, taking in the teen, her youth, her red hair, her intelligent eyes.  It was clear the relation to Tony in those eyes.  His blue eyes flashed with interest.  “Why, hello," he greeted her in a seductive purr.  

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Loki, god of Mischief

Content Warning- 18+ smut, swearing, submissive Loki, oral(f), fluff

Summary: Short story. Enemies to lovers arc-  You’ve always wanted to prove that you were not just some stray Frigga took in as a child and now, your chance has come. You’ve been given a mission, one that will prove you are the powerful witch you claim to be, but it seems there is someone to disrupt the plan, and we know how much he loves to cause mischief. 

Months. I had gone over the plan and trained for months, and it had all been for nothing because of him. I strode through the halls with angry purpose as I thought of all the ways I would make him suffer, and when I heard his voice—that familiar chuckle, the anger in me morphed into fury. I marched up to him and removed the rein on my anger as I pushed him. Loki’s green eyes twinkled with amusement as he regarded me, and I could almost hear the words that were about to leave his parted lips.

Why so upset little princess?

And so, I stopped him. I made sure I didn’t hear those words that would soften me, those words that would leave my mouth dry and leave other parts of me wet to my annoyance and denial.

“You traitorous bastard!” I snapped at him. “Blithering idiot.” My chest heaved underneath my armour as I tried to get my breath out. “That was my mission and you ruined it. My chance to prove my worth to Odin and Frigga.” I continued, and I felt the magic brewing in me and wanting to be let out. My skin bristled and the rage within me began to tear at the well-kept seams.

“It sounds like you’re angry with me, but you know me, I like causing mischief…dare I say you need some of it.” He said to me in a low tone as he watched me, sensing just how tense I was. He leaned forward and I caught his eyes briefly fall below my nose and land on my lips. I inwardly cursed whoever among the gods had decided to burden me with the man who stood proudly before me. It had to be a curse because no matter what he did, my true feelings would never change. I tried to hide the bobbing of my throat as I swallowed and without thinking, I raised my hand and struck him across the face. I panted again and stepped back, awaiting his reaction but I was surprised when Loki turned his face to me with a mischievous smile. It was that smile that was all knowing, especially towards my feelings. It’s like he knew how he made me feel. His jaw tensed as he moved closer. “Did that make you feel good?”

“Go to Hel Loki” I hissed as I begun to walk away, he grabbed my arm and suddenly his lips were on mine. I was ashamed to admit that I had been dreaming of this moment for a while and now that it had become a reality, it did not disappoint. I felt the flush in my skin and the feeling of loosening in my limbs. Every bit of tension seeped away as his lips melded into mine. Rage turned into passion and unbridled emotion seemed to escape from me. It was only when I moaned that I remembered where I was and what I was doing. I pulled back sharply and slapped him again, but once again it didn’t have the desired affect because he only chuckled at me and gave me that same smile before pulling me closer. His eyes seemingly glowed underneath the light of the fires around us and mine glowed back in response. A light blue glow that I saw in his own eyes.

“I want you.” I finally breathed in a tone that had never escaped my lips. It was breathy and needy, and the vulnerability seemed to take him aback; it took me by surprise, and yet, he drew a breath and looked at me intently. His hand moved from my arm to my face.

“I’m yours.”

I didn’t let him say anymore, I only crashed my lips back into his, tasting the sweetness of the words he had just said. In fact, I had tasted no sweeter fruit than that of his lips and I knew in the moment his hands held my face and pulled me closer to him, I would want no other thing but him. We moved until my back was against the pillar and I grunted as the impact took my breath away. I had forgotten the injuries I had sustained, and I was sure that bruises would have started to mark my skin. “Are you alright?” Loki asked with concern. His kisses had stolen my breath and I could only nod at him. He stared at me, his eyes studying every inch of exposed skin on my body, but I lifted his chin and made him look at me.

“I’m fine, just kiss me.” I ordered and the grin returned to his face. That beautiful face. Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief was the most beautiful god I had ever seen.

“Yes. Always yes.” He panted as he returned to my lips. His hands surveyed my body, feeling and tracing every curve as he wrapped my legs around his hips. I didn’t know what to do with my own hands, but they seemed to take on a mind of their own as they worked their way through the dark mirth of his hair. My moan echoed in the halls around us and so did his hiss as he inhaled my scent. His face was buried in my neck, nipping at my skin painfully but it was fuelling me until a loud clang sounded around us. The gates.

“LOKI!”

Thor’s booming voice was unmistakable. I had no doubt he had questions for his brother over the failed mission or me. I hoped it was the former. I couldn’t stand before the All father and the council, not like this.

“Gods,” I sighed, trying to ignore the burning heat of my body but it would not dissipate. I wanted more of him, and I could tell he felt the same away as he quietly cursed. He turned his body towards the voice, but I held him close to me. “No. I’m not done with you yet Loki Laufeyson.” I pictured our destination and within a few seconds we were there. My chambers. I ignored the feeling of strain through my body at the use of my magic and I looked at the man who stood before me and for a moment, I didn’t know what to do or say.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered and like that, a bolt of Odin’s lightning seemingly hit me. I had heard things about what he liked when it came to being intimate, but I had never thought it was true. He had always seemed so…sure, a master of control and yet here he was, staring at me like I was the brightest star in the sky, and he was waiting for me.

“Take off your clothes.”

He gave an amused huff at my command, but he obeyed, unclipping the daggers slowly from his waist before moving on to his gauntlets, and he was purposeful and slow in the movements of his long fingers. I swallowed as the gauntlets fell to the floor, leaving his hands and forearms bare and he then moved to his chest, unclipping the fastening of the leather of his armour and I gasped as he peeled it off his body and exposed his chest.

“Do you want me to continue?” He asked in that low husky tone that made me forget who I was and where I was. I shook my head after a moment and tried to find my words.

“Kneel.” Was all I said. It was the first word that came to me because it was the first word that returned to my mind, and it was also the first word he had said to me when we first met. I remembered it clearly as he held the sceptre under my chin as he made me look at him. He smirked as if he too was reminded of that exact moment. He then slowly sank to his knees, keeping his eyes on me as he straightened his back and laid his hands flat on his covered thighs. His muscles flexed as he positioned himself.

I didn’t need words to know what he was doing. He was submitting to me. Me, who was less than him, lower than him. I had grown up in Asgard knowing my place until Loki came along and made me question everything, I thought I knew. I was not a god and yet, here he was treating me like I was. I did the same as him. I slowly moved my fingers over my gauntlets, undoing them and then I moved to the protective armour on my chest. Once that was over with, I was left only in my corset and undergarments. I shook away that all familiar feeling of my power being loosed as the conduit of my armour fell away— something Frigga had constructed for me, and while I would be eternally thankful to her for such a creation, it was a breath of relief when my power was free to snake and coil within me. 

Before I could reach behind, there was a spark of green in the corner of my eye and then hands that touched the bare skin of my shoulders and trailed their way to the ties of my corset. Loki remained still in front of me, but there was a playful smile on his lips. I gasped at the phantom touch as he unwound the ties whilst placing kisses on my skin and soon enough, I was bare in front of him, and I had never felt more glorious. The hunger in his eyes turned the usual green of his irises to almost black as he bit his bottom lip. I had never seen someone filled with wanting and so I took cautious steps until I was close enough to feel his breath on my skin. I could feel his eyes like fingers trailing up my body until he reached my eyes, and he was almost panting. His eyes were big and filled with need as he waited on my next command and a part of me loved seeing him hang onto my every word and instruction.

“Kiss me.” I finally said and I expected a quick and fast approach, but he surprised me. He moved slowly towards me, and he kept his eyes on mine as he kissed the skin of my stomach, and the feeling almost broke me. It seemed he had inherited his adoptive father’s abilities because I could have sworn, I felt lightning pass through my body. My head fell back, and I let out a breathless gasp as he continued his relentless assault of my lower body, placing kisses everywhere but that part of me that craved it the most. I let my legs fall open slightly to give him a hint, but he didn’t oblige me. “Please.” I gasped as I clutched his hair.

“You have to tell me exactly what you want.”

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. I had never been nervous around men, and yet, he almost brought me to my knees. His eyes caught the shaking of my hands and he brought them to his lips, kissing away the tremble of them.

“I want you to kiss me…there.” I told him with more confidence, and he thankfully granted me my wish as he put his lips to the core of me. My knees buckled with every flick of his tongue and my hands held his own which he rested on my waist. I tried to bite back my moan, but when he moved his hand to cup my breast, I failed, gasping loudly. I was about to fall off the cliff of euphoria when he pulled away. I looked down at him. “Don’t stop.” I told him and he chuckled in response. His eye twinkled as he winked at me.

“I want to savour every moment of this, princess. I want when you moan, for all the nine realms to hear you praise my name.”

“You are so vain.” I said breathlessly, but I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my face as I looked down at him. He was beautiful. I touched his face, memorising the angles of his jaw and the feel of his black hair. The green of his eyes. “That is what you like is it not? Seeing a god on his knees for you. Worshipping at the temple that is your body. Admit it, you like having control just as much as I like relinquishing it.” He whispered before he kissed me again. I whimpered under his lips. “You are my only god, the only one I will go to my knees for. Do you understand?”

I nodded absentmindedly and suddenly I was in his arms, but not for long because he laid me gently on the bed. He trailed kisses up the skin of my leg, biting when he could and his eyes remained solely on me, seemingly also memorising my every reaction. His normally neat black hair was now frazzled from my hands. I pulled his face to mine impatiently and kissed him while my hand wondered his lean body. I made quick work of his trousers pushing them halfway and my hands fondled the skin of his backside whilst his lips marked every bit of skin that surrounded my chest. I mumbled my approval as my body settled into his touch. He pulled away from me and I had to resist the urge to groan in impatience, but from the way he looked at me, with his green eyes so earnest and sincere. The gaze made me pause.

“You don’t have to prove your worth to me.”

The words hit me in a way that almost surpassed what he had been doing to me thus far. He used his fingers to caress my lips before kissing me again and I didn’t realise there were tears in my eyes until I felt them spill over my skin and without breaking the connection of his lips to mine, he wiped the tears away.

“I want you. I need you.”  I panted and he swallowed my words with a deep kiss before biting my lip and pulling it. My eyes caught a brief glimpse of what lay in wait for me between his legs and I took a sharp breath in. I had seen all manner of men, but none were compared to the god before me and as my eyes dropped back down again, I joked to myself. I guess he is part giant 

Loki smiled as he followed my eyeline and the smile morphed into a small laugh, it was almost as if he had read my mind. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I turned away from him, but he brought my face back and leaned forward, except it wasn’t to kiss me. I felt his breath tickle the skin of my ear, a feeling which sent a shiver through my naked body. “I will be gentle, I promise.”  

I pulled him towards me and knowing what I wanted, he granted my request as he pushed into me, gently. My head lulled back as I got used to him. The feeling was alien at first but as I started to move against him, I began to crave more of him. He moved over me, and I relished every feeling and movement. I had watched him train several times, even fought him, and he was incredibly skilled; skills which went beyond combat it seemed. Every movement he made was poised and graceful, purposeful, and steering. It was almost like a dance, his body firm and yet fluid beneath the feel of my hands. He knew when to take the lead and when to step back. His lips never left mine or my skin and his hands held me, grabbed me, and soothed me.

It’s like I wasn’t in control of my body when I turned him over so that I was on top of him. I gave him a smile as I put his hands behind his head and kissed him. I wanted to worship him just as he worshipped me, he deserved venerate adoration. I slowly sank onto him and just remained still even as he fumbled for movement. It only took for me to shake my head and he stilled underneath me. I was in control and the feeling of it was magnificent. As I gave him a nod, he thrust into me and groaned in pleasure, and I heard the slightest whisper of my name. I let go of his hands, but before he could move, I replaced my hands with my magic, binding his wrists above him with blue energy. I rested my hands on his chest and closed my eyes, enjoying the combined feeling of him inside me, and the feeling of my unrestrained power, which burst forth from me in gratitude for having released it—having used it fully even if it was for decadent purposes. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me please myself and I could sense the smile of satisfaction.

“I need to touch you.” He said hoarsely and I only nodded, loosening my magic and he reacted immediately, sitting up and holding me closer to him. I gasped at the difference in feeling, and the presence of his hand on my throat. He kissed me deeply, using his teeth on the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulder. I circled my hands around his neck and then made my way to his back, while his hand reached between my legs. I choked at the intensity of the feeling and for a moment, I just looked at him. I loved this man. I wouldn’t be able to say those words out loud, but I loved him despite his flaws and deception and his affinity to push me towards murderous tendencies, I had come to know the man behind the god, the lost and misplaced boy who just wanted to belong to something...or someone. I wanted that too, and as he carried on moving again, I could swear I was about explode into stars.

“Loki.” I gasped as I finally fell off that cliff. I dragged my nails across his skin causing him to hiss, but he brought my lips to his again. I felt endless, not just stars, but a whole universe of galaxies and realms. When sensation returned to me, I could still feel him moving within me, building up to his own finish. I felt guilty for not doing more than planting lazy kisses on the skin of his face, but as I gave into the feeling of sensitivity where he continued to move, I moaned his name once more. He grunted as he held me close to him. His teeth bit into the skin of my shoulder once more as he gasped, shielding my body before giving me back the breath I had lost.

I watched him as he slept, he seemed more at peace with his eyes closed and the small rise and fall of his chest. He seemed more vulnerable. I pushed a strand of his hair away and smiled at him before controlling myself.

He’s a god, a prince, a son of Odin and you’re…nothing. A simple warrior. I thought as I got up gently, trying not to wake him up. I quickly got dressed, fastening my gauntlets and guards before looking at him once more. I moved closer to him and kissed him softly once.

“I love you.” I whispered, before leaving the room.

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