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houseofpendragons · 1 year

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Gwayne Hightower (targwh0re's version)

the son of Otto Hightower and his wife, the Lady Helena Cuy

younger brother to Alicent

has no desire to marry whatsoever bc he knows that if he ever does it will be for his father advantage and not for love. He also fears that if he did find love some terrible accident would happen to take that person away from him like it did his mother

was a complete mama's boy

Alicent may look like their mother but Gwayne acts like his mother through and through which gives Otto trouble when interacting with him bc it's just so hard

Alicent picks at her cuticles and Gwayne digs his nails into his skin and will hit himself

alicent becomes a mother figure to him after the death of their mother

joins the city watch after daemon is banished the first time because Daemon refused him while he was there out of animosity towards Otto (even though Gwayne secretly looked up to him as a fighter)

always wears his sisters favor and get quite jealous when she chooses ser criston over him to be her champion

his sword is called cobalt equilibrium (or just equilibrium) bc it brings him a sort of peace and comfort and often in times of anxiety and self doubt he'll touch the hilt and it helps calm him down.

Feels awkward when interacting with anyone other than family (except Otto) bc he constantly feels like his father is watching him and that he'll do something wrong and disappointment him (though he tries to force himself to appear normal by mimicking other people's mannerisms

Ex. Hunches over subconsciously/closes himself off when speaking, has trouble maintaining eye contact, has trouble putting things into words

has trouble making friends

hyper aware

dislikes change so he was very distressed when his mother dies

has a tendency to repeat himself, or repeat words or phrases back to people or books

impulsive and somewhat self-destructive behavior

tends to be overly agreeable

trouble reading social cues

he never takes anything seriously much to Alicent and Otto's frustration but in reality he uses jokes and mischeif to hide his pain

he's the fun uncle who goes drinking with Aegon and takes him to his first brothel

anytime he sees a bug he gently picks it up and brings it to Helaena

could spend hours talking with Aemond about history since it's a bit of an obsession of Gwayne's

he actually trains Daeron to fight and frequently writes letters back and forth with him from Oldtown

he's who the children always run to when something happens whether it be bad, good, sad, angry, happy he always listens intently and gets dramatically excited, sympathetic, tries to comfort them, and or offer them the best advice

he gives the children all the love they need. He'll be their father figure, their mother figure, or the fun loving uncle. Whatever they need he'll be it.

Aemond was Alicent's secret (not so secret) favorite child bc when he was a kid he reminded her so much of Gwayne that she liked to pretend that this wasn't her son but her little brother

feels a constant need to prove himself but is also overcome with this desire to be himself (basically his father in one ear and his mother in the other)

pretends to be cocky and confident when really he's a ball of walking anxiety

loves to fight in tourneys and melees etc. bc it's a way to express himself and pet out any pent up rage

is religious and devoted to the Seven but he doesn't show it

gwayne is always sort of disheveled with wind swept hair bc he's constantly having to run bc he's always late

he and Alicent feel like they only have one another and he becomes one of her closest confidants after Rhaenyra and her begin feuding (though she gets conflicted and keeps things from him sometimes bc she still has this overwhelming urge to sheild and protect him which makes him angry sometimes)

he doesn't want aegon to be King and actually puts forth the idea of Aemond instead since the boy clearly wants it and would be better prepared but is promptly ignored.

Aegon is secretly his favorite because he recognizes the pressure he feels and the self distrctive measures he takes as both an escape and a cry for help

Hates crying and get angry at himself when he does bc Otto drilled into him that it made him weak, embarrassing, and unmannley

This was alot and all over the place and I'm sure I'll think of more latter, but for now enjoy

#gwayne hightower #otto hightower #alicent hightower #helena cuy #the greens #team green #house hightower #hbo house of the dragon #house of the dragon #House of the dragon headcanon #hotd #hbo hotd #hotd headcanon

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sapphireginger · 7 months

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Title: He’s So Geeking Gorgeous Dude!

Pairing: Stackson [Stiles + Jackson]

Rating: Mature

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Summary:

Stiles huffed as he sat down on his bed. His best friend Isaac was on the phone and had been graciously listening to Stiles rant for the past half hour. “He’s such a fucking asshole but he’s…”

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude!”

@steter-stackson-bingo

Card Number: 107

Square: Meet Ugly

Mieczyslaw Miezko Gemini Gajos Stilinski, more commonly known as Miko by his father, Mischeif by his mother and Stiles everyone else, moved from a very tiny town called Yellville, Arkansas to Los Angeles, California. He was so not happy about changing schools but he also understood.

His mother had been offered a prestigious position at the University of California. It made sense to move and he had always been good about meeting new people, it was the whole keeping them around after meeting them that was where he flopped.

He arrived early on Wednesday morning halfway through the first week of school, which was better than halfway through the year. He would be a senior, taking almost all AP Classes, and he had plans damn it. He was going to college and it would be perfect just like he’d always planned.

Even if for most of his life the world seemed out to get him, at least Stiles could always count on himself. He was even more grateful for that fact after he nearly brained himself on his locker door when he finally got it open. His ears turned pink and his cheeks were hot with mortification. “One year. Just one,” he mumbled as he shut his locker and made his way to his first period class.

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Jackson was eyeing the food in the lunch line when his teammate, Garrett, elbowed him. “What?!” he snapped.

“Dude look!” Garrett said earnestly. With an eye roll, Jackson looked. There was a newbie apparently and weren’t newbies such fun? “Supposedly his mother got some big position at the university. He just moved here.”

“Uh huh,” Jackson said, feigning interest. “Why do we care?”

His teammate frowned. “Well, you never know what some good gossip might get ya. For example, his first name is some super strange Polish thing and in total his given name is dove names long, but thankfully he goes by Stiles. Although, I’m very curious what the five names are because Stiles isn’t one of them.

Jackson snorted. “His parents must’ve wanted to torture the kid or something.”

Garrett didn’t laugh. “I don’t know but it’s just him and his mom.”

”Yikes,” Jackson mumbled, feeling and uncharacteristic sense of sympathy for the teen that he quickly shoved aside. “What else do you know?”

“Oh, and now that he’s here, your ex got bumped down to numero dos in our grade. Lydia didn’t know whether to be pissed or impressed. I think she’s a bit of both. Anyway, his scores and grades are top notch. He’s single, and gay or bi, I’m still not sure on that. He’s incredibly smart, a total genius. He’s also sarcastic and—Oh!”

Jackson looked over just in time to see said genius trip over air and nearly smash his face into the lunch table. His glasses nearly paid the price along with his nose. “Yikes. New kid looks like a lumberjack dressed him. Who wears that much plaid? Also, are we sure he’s in our grade? He looks like a child.”

“I dunno dude. Maybe he’ll keep things interesting. I don’t want to be bored all year.”

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Stiles was so embarrassed and he decided to seek refuge within the pages of his favorite novel. It was easier than facing a lunchroom full of strangers. He knew how cruel people could be. Still, when he took a seat in science class and was paired with some douche canoe, he realized that he hadn’t considered city boy cruelty.

Within minutes, Jackson—more like Jackass—Whittemore was frowning at him and asking him who dressed him. He even went so far as to call out all of Stiles’s quirks, and while Stiles recognized it was mostly ignorance on the city prick’s part, he couldn’t bite his tongue once the bell rang.

“Would you shut the hell up you asshole?! Listen Jackass Whipemore...I don’t care what you think about my clothes, my hair, my voice, my anything, okay?! I’m a rarefied and acquired taste, thus my reason for not having any fucks to give when it comes to what you think of me. What I do care about is the fact that you just wasted a whole damn class period on that when we have a project to do. I’m not afraid to let you sink on your own. Now shut your trap and move out of my way because I don’t want to be late for the last period.”

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Jackson just stared in shock as the new kid, Stiles—What the hell is a Stiles?—gave him a tongue lashing and left. It wasn’t the kind of tongue lashing Jackson preferred either, though he quickly pushed those thoughts away. “Whatever,” he grumbled to himself. “Fuck him.”

Yeah. Fuck him. Jackson would love to. Stiles was so gosh darn gorgeous. If only he wasn’t such a fashion fail. If only he wasn’t a geek. If he was neither, then Jackson would take him to bed tonight. Then again he could always take him to bed and then that would be one and done. Right?!

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude. Like if only he was more laidback about looks. He is such a city boy. If only he was a bit more geeky. He’s not stupid but he’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box either.”

“First day and you already have a crush, Stiles. Damn.”

“What?! No I-I don’t!”

He totally did but it was more of a I hate you, now go fuck yourself but, you know, go fuck yourself after you fuck me. Stiles groaned. He was so screwed.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #isaac lahey #steter stackson bingo #square filled: meet ugly #pre relationship

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last-flight-of-fancy · 2 years

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Xehanort is somehow ALWAYS crawling away and hiding well and giving Player a heart attack as a baby so Player was just like “fuck it” and slapped the sigil in his name,,, birth name was like,,, Zehanort

YES I LOVE THIS

he's a curious kid, and without any other kids to play with on the island, Player probably should have expected this. The damage is done though, and after Player spends two frantic hours searching the whole island from tip to toe only to catch the child just in time as he tumbles from the bridge on the west side, they decide enough is enough.

"I can't take another one of those, child." Player sighs at the toddler, who merely burbles happily up at them with wide silver eyes. "Do you understand? My heart can't take it."

Player hadn't really wanted to use this particular technique on their ward, too easy to tread into invasions of privacy, but when dealing with someone destined to be so important... perhaps discretion would be the better part of valour.

But what to call the babe?

The child burbles again, squirming in Player's arms, already wanting to go and explore again. Player sighs and shifts the child to be more secure, tickling him as a distraction and making him squeal with laughter.

"Already, huh? You really are aiming to give me another heart attack aren't you? Little mischeif. Are you going to leave me with no heart at all? Are you?"

Player accentuates their teasing tone with more tickling, ratcheting up the child delighted squealing even more. Then they pause, staring down at the soft gray hair and innocent eyes. The babe takes the opportunity to gnaw on Player's still hovering fingers.

"Xehanort."

#oops i did a fanfic #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts spoilers #xehanort #flight's tag for replies and stuff #fanfic

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celestialcomedy · 1 year

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@chat-blanche:

“ you’re part of this family. “ character development moment from Adelina ??

The Jester pauses hearing this, eyes would of been blinking a couple of times if not for his mask. Ears twitch a little, tilting his head towards the side to look over back to Adelina. By the look on his mask it looks like he’s either processing what she just said or making sure that he heard right.

“ I am this families Jester “

Considering said family is also filled with varying degrees of mischeif makers, may as well have an offical mischief maker that is Jester! Searching through pockets for a few moments before pulling out a card that looks like a child made it.

“ Besides, card states that I am. Offically written by a certain Princess “

#chatblanche #[ character development to adelina!#also mun shaking jes to get it through his head that he has fam asdxcv ]

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Hi there! I was wondering if I could get a matchup for Harry Potter (Marauders era) and Twilight please?

I’m a 5’3 female. Gray-ace, biromantic. I have long red hair and blue eyes. I’m 18+. I’m a Slytherin.

I love wearing 50s style swing dresses and skirts. I have at least 2 and 1/2 dresses in that style and I say that because one of them needs stitching done xD. I love dressing and feeling pretty; if I could wear a dress/skirt every day of the week, I would. I’ve started to become a lot more secure in my clothing style very recently which I’m very proud of. I love looking pretty and feeling like a princess.

I’m extremely timid and quite insecure. I was diagnosed with autism about a year and a half ago and it has explained lot about who I am as person. I’m very much against cringe culture and bullying as someone who has suffered through it and does not want to see anyone else go through the same thing. I try to be kind to everyone but most especially to those who need it most.

I’m quite sarcastic and quirky when you eventually break down my walls enough to get to know me. Bit of a people pleaser/fawning coping mechanism. I try my best to be kind in every situation and to see light and good in the world.

I love music (will listen to pretty much anything but I have a soft spot for Disturbed, Evanescence, etc). Reading, writing (have been creating fanworks since I was a child), and horror. I really enjoy J-Horror. The Japanese Ringu series is my favourite. I can be kind shy when it comes to discussing my interests around new people but when I open up, I love to share those parts of myself with friends.

I absolute adore being creative, and daydreaming/fantasy.

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For harry potter I ship you with:

Sirius black 🐾

He would totally stick with you, he rarely shows girls this much affection.

He does have fangirls but they would envy you.

Sirius would take you on dates around hogwarts on his broom or in London on his motorbike.

He would introduce you to his friends.

You would be an animagus, you would be that of a swan.

You and Sirius liked to cause mischeif but you were against bullying snape.

Sirius would defend you against the slytherins.

Sirius would also protect you in the order.

You were quite good at care of magical creatures.

Sirius would propose after hogwarts, you thought were apart of the order. If you choose to have children they would have your eyes and hair, they would be sorted into slytherin.

For twilight I ship you with:

Seth clearwater🐺

He is definitely someone who would stay loyal to you.

Out of the pack, he Is the one who would cheer you up.

Seth imprinted on you, he saw you as his universe and protected you.

The other pack members get along with you but Leah, she can be quite assertive as first.

Seth would let you ride on his back in wolf form.

If you want to be a vampire, it would be the first in history to have a thing.

The Cullen's are weary of you but you get along with jasper.

Seth and you stayed mates and if you wanted a child they would be a werewolf with your hair and eyes.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#harry potter matchup #harry potter matchups open #twilight matchup #twilight matchups open

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prettyboisteveharrington · 3 years

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Line without a hook

Loki is always there to comfort you. One day you return the favour.

Fluff, hurt/ comfort

It was a cold night at the Stark Tower you were in your favourite jumper in front of the TV trying not to worry

The mayority of the Avengers were out fighting the latest threat of destruction to the Earth this week.

You had been asked to stay back to rest your leg after a particular tough battle the week before that had really damaged your knee.

You felt guilty that you weren’t there helping your fellow team mates.

Loki had offered to look after you, you weren’t quite sure why as you hadn’t spent much time together. You trusted Him though. You knew Him joining the Avengers had been a little rough on Him, not everyone had warmed up to Him after What he had done to New York. You weren’t an Avenger at that time so you didn’t have to fight Him.

I you weren’t exactly friends but you were always hesitant to talk to Him. You never quite knew What to say and you never talked unless you had something meaningful to add to the conversation

You were watching an episode of our planet about forests

When Loki walked in and started boiling water

Ahhh his usual cup of tea

You smiled to yourself. Being apart of the Avengers you started to notice People’s usual habits and behaviours. You found other people facinating and you had such fun watching Them.

Loki put a cup of tea Down in front of you and you looked up at him with a questioning look on your face

‘Thank you’

He nodded at you and sat Down a few seats away from you and started to read his book.

You noticed he didn’t have any cup infront of him

‘Where’s your usual cup of tea?’

Loki smirked

‘I’m not the one who is anxious’

‘I’m not’

He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrows

‘The tea will soothe your soul’

‘I’m fine’ you insisted stubbornly crossing your arms at your chest almost like a child

‘ clearly’ Loki added dryly going back to Reading his book

‘Fine i’ll bite.. What Makes you Think I’m anxious?’ You Said and gave Him a look

‘The jumper, the Nature documentary and the look of panic that graces your features’

You sighed

‘Am i really that transparent?’

‘Yes’

‘Fantastic’ it was your turn to dryly say

‘So Can i ask why you are anxious?’ Loki asked almost carefully

You looked at him for a minute almost debating with yourself if you should tell him or not but shrugged your shoulders and gave in.

‘I’ve never missed a mission, I’ve always been in front of the action. What if it’s actually better without me there. What if I’m -‘

Not Cut out to be here? Not good enough?Useless

You thought sadly.

Loki gave you an a look of disblief

‘ you Can’t possibly Think you Don’t belong’

You shrugged

‘Sometimes I wonder if I’m cut out for it. If I had moved out the way or been faster or stronger maybe I wouldn’t have gotten hurt’

‘You’re human. It happens’ Loki said trying to reassure you

‘Wouldn’t have happened to you’ you said back Defensively

‘That’s different I’m a god. You are a midgardian’

‘Sadly yeah. I don’t like how weak it makes me feel’

‘ you might be many things y/n but weak is not one of them’

Your cheeks flushed

‘What do you mean?’ You questioned

‘You are an excellent fighter, you always give it your very best and I think that’s quite admirable and definitely worthy of being part of a team ’

You shivered partly due to being cold partly because this was probably the most you had talked to the god in all the time you had been apart of the team.

With a flick of his finger your shoulders were covered in dark green blanket.

You smiled a wide smile for the first in a while.

And reached out to put your hand on his shoulder

‘Thank you’

Loki looked at your hand for a moment before looking into your eyes with an unreadable look on his face.

Before going back to reading his book and you went back to watching your documentary.

Both of you just sitting in silence and you reached over and Grabbed the cup of tea and took a sip

Mint. Your favourite flavour.

you didn’t think much of it and kept watching your documentary while you enjoyed Loki’s company.

One day you found him in the library looking for another book to read. you were in a better mood than the day he had joined you on the couch but you didn’t feel amazing either.

You gave him a nod before going over to the book shelves to browse.

You spotted your favourite book of all time and took it and sat down on the ground next to where Loki was standing and staring to read

‘To what do I owe the pleasure of your company’ Loki commented before going back to look for a book

you shrugged

‘If you don’t want company I can leave’ you suggested but he shook his head.

‘Are you anxious?’

You nodded your head

‘ what’s wrong’ he asked before sitting down next to you

‘Nightmare’ you added

‘How bad? Slight trauma or watching your family die in front of you?’

‘Burning alive kind of bad’ you shuddered

Shaking slightly

Loki flicked his fingers and a green blanket

Was around both of your shoulders.

Before he could ask if you wanted to talk about it you had already started to rant

‘ it felt so real. The flames. The burning sensation. I woke up gasping for air’

Loki hesitated before lightly touching your hand with his and he squeezed your hand in a reassuring way

‘It’s not real. You’re safe’

‘ I know’ you admitted before knocking your shoulder against his and going back to reading your book. He stayed by your side as you read.

Loki could somehow always sense when you had a bad day.. he was always ready with a book, a cup of mint tea or a blanket You had no idea how or why he cared but it was actually really sweet of him and it made you want to talk to him more.

This time you stumbled upon him having a rough day.

He hadn’t left his headquarters in days and you had become worried. So you had made him a cup of tea and had knocked on his door.

‘Loki?’ You asked

He opened the door and let you come in

He was sitting on his bed reading.

You sat down next to him and handed him the tea

‘Everything okay?’

‘Yeah I’m grand’

You gave him a look that suggested you knew he was lying

‘You might be the god of mischief but you are a terrible liar’

‘Me? A terrible liar’ he said pretending to be offended

‘Do you want to talk about it?’

‘It’s stupid’ he reassured you

‘I doubt it’

‘Sometimes I wish I was as likeable as my brother’

You looked at Him for a moment trying to decide if it was okay to make a joke

‘The god of Mischeif jealous ?’ You joked

Loki sighed

‘I know. Stupid’

‘No! I’m sorry ‘ you Said and leaned your body next to his and he leaned into the touch.

‘Can i ask why you feel that Way?’

‘All my life people have always favoured Him over me, our parents, our friends, even the Avengers not that i blame Them though’

‘I understand How you feel. Sometimes it’s so easy for people to be so easily Well liked but harder for you’

‘Because they don’t let the burdens of the world bother them’

‘I think it’s because they push it away rather than deal with it you know? But it’s far better to deal with it than to bury it. As for the avengers- give them time and they will see how great you are’

‘You really think so?’

You nodded

‘Also not all the Avengers favour Thor over you. I happen to think he is slightly overrated. I mean he can’t magically get me a blanket when I’m cold’ you added looking into Loki’s eyes and he stared back at you with the softest smile but didn’t say anythinng

You got up from his bed and held out your hand

‘Where are we going?’ He asked as he took his hand in yours and dragged you to the kitchen where you made him sit down.

‘What are you doi-‘

‘ I’m going to make you cookies’ you added and shot him a look as to say there would be no arguing with you.

Loki sat down on the counter And watched you put all the ingredients in a bowl

‘Can i atleast help’

‘Nope just stay where you are’

‘Yes maam’ Loki Said in fake salut and you rolled your eyes but smiled.

You rambled on about your life before the Avengers. About your favourite things in the world.

When you were done you put the cookies in the oven and sat on the counter next to Loki

you were deep into a conversation when Thor came into the room

‘ WHAT IS THAT GLORIOUS SMELL’ Thor Exclaimed

‘Cookies’

You laughed and Loki rolled his eyes but tensed up a bit. You hand touched Loki’s gently giving a reassuring squeeze and Loki relaxed

‘Ah lady y/n and brother! How are yo-‘ he didn’t finish his sentence as he spotted your hands on top of Loki’s

‘Actually i just remembered i need to go ask the Captain about something’ Thor Said with a wide grin as he left the room

‘What was that about?’ You asked confused

‘Heaven knows ‘ Loki shrugged

You let out a laugh.

‘Perhaps you could crush me with your thighs’ your date said giving you a suggestive look

You regretted going on this date. Put yourself out there they Said. It Will be fun they Said.

it was definetly the last time you would listen to anyone ever again. Even Loki had encouraged you to go for it.

If you were honest you would rather be here with him instead but you didn’t know if he liked you. You had grown close lately and you saw him as a good friend if not maybe something more. You just didn’t know if he felt the same.

Your date kept making more more sexual innuendos even though you had made him aware you were uncomfortable.

You had had enough.

‘This was a mistake’ you said as you got up

Your date grabbed your hand

‘Let me go or you’ll regret it’

‘Oh come on! Things were just about to get good’

You turned around and punched him in the nose with your free hand

‘Fucking bitch’

‘ if you ever come near me again I’ll show you what a real bitch does’

And with that comment you turned back around and walked back to the headquarters in a fowl mood

Loki was on the couch reading like usual, Thor was watching some action movie with Natasha and Bruce.

‘Y/N’ Thor greeted loudly as you walked past them all in pure anger

Loki noticed this and approached the kitchen slowly he had never seen you this angry before

You Leaned against the counter trying to catch your breath while holding a drink of water

‘Y/n?’ Loki asked

You looked at him

‘I’m never going on another date ever again’

‘What happened’

‘ lewd sexual comments thrown my way and the fact that I was grabbed and held back as I decided to leave makes me never want to date another person ever again’

‘Are you hurt?’ Loki asked concerned and he was looking for bruises on your body

You looked at him with an unreadable expression and the anger from before vanished

‘I’m okay’ you reaffirmed

‘How did you get away from him?’

‘I punched him in the face’ you shrugged as if it was no big deal

‘That’s amazing. Well done’

You smiled at Loki

‘I will never date again’ you swore

‘You will find someone.You just haven’t found your person yet. Give it time it will happen ‘

‘What when I least expect it?’ You said and took a sip from your glass of water

‘PERHAPS YOU SHOULD DATE A GOD INSTEAD’ Thor exclaimed over from the couch

Loki gave him a dirty look from his place over at the counter like he was throwing daggers at him with his eyes.

You spat out your drink.

‘Ignore my foolish brother’ Loki commented and you nodded your head in agreement.

‘How about we all go out for a drink tomorrow night instead?’ Natasha asked

‘Sounds good’ you agreed.

The next day you were getting ready to go out so you got dressed in a dark green satin v neck dress that reached your ankles, it had a slit in the right side. You were wearing a long silver chain with a moonstone pendant and moonstone earrings.

You had dark lipstick on, mascara and winged eyeliner. Half of Your hair was in a messy ponytail in a half up half down kind of hairstyle.

You walked into the living room area where the others were staring at you In shock but you only noticed Loki.

You were absolutely gobsmacked, you had never seen anyone or anything so beautiful in your life. He was wearing fitted black trousers and a fitted black shirt with his hair tucked behind his ears.

You were breathless and absolutely taken back because wow just wow and he was staring back at you with the same look in his eyes as you

You needed drinks tonight and many of them to distract you from doing something stupid.

Loki walked over towards you and stopped in front of you

‘You clean up nice’ he commented before giving you the brightest smile

Fuck my life

‘I could say the same about you ‘ you said nervously before your cheeks turned a dark shade of red.

‘Come on Lovebirds! Let’s go’ Tony called over his shoulder causing you both to jump a bit as you had forgotten the other Avengers were there.

Without much thought you took Loki’s hand in yours and walked out with the others, Loki hadn’t pulled his hand away but was looking at your hand in his.

Tony, Steve, Wanda and Vision had joined the rest of you for a drink at one of the local bars. Everyone was having fun and talking about anything and everything. You were finishing your second drink before deciding you needed a third.

‘I’ll get the next round you yelled before getting up.

You saw Loki being in the middle of a conversation with Thor, Bruce and Natasha, you smiled in his direction. You were happy for him. It seemed like people were finally warning up to him.

You went to the bar when you spotted your date from the other night but before he noticed you you rushed back towards the table.

‘He’s fucking here’ you breathed out

Loki looked over at you worriedly and walked over to you and Gently held your hands in his.

‘Who’s here?’ He asked calmly

‘ the jerk from my date yesterday’ you shook a bit as you spoke

‘Do you want me to take you home?’ Loki offered

You shook your head

Do you want to get revenge?’

‘No that’s childish and stupid and ‘

‘But do you want to?’ Loki asked you with a mischeivious grin gracing his features

You thought about it for a second.

‘What’s your plan?’ You asked with an expression that matched his.

Loki lead you out unto the dancefloor and you started to Dance next to each other

‘Loki How is this Revenge exactly ?’

‘Show Him that you can do whatever you want with your body. Trust me it will get under his skin. Follow my lead okay? If you are uncomfortable at any point let me know?’

You nodded

You danced for a while. A slower song came on, Loki looked at you slightly nervous.

‘One more thing? Do you trust me?’

‘Yes. With my life’

Loki looked at you somewhat differently at that moment than before but you weren’t sure what it meant.

He put his hand on your hip and his other hand in yours while your other hand was resting on his shoulders and your head was on his chest as you slowdanced on the Dancefloor.

‘Is that the guy from Yesterday?’ Loki asked

You looked in the direction Loki was looking at a guy watching Them intently

‘Yep that’s the creep’

‘Y/n?’

‘Yes?’

Loki looked Down at your lips then back up at you as if he was asking for permission

‘Yes’ you Said in a raspy voice

Loki leaned down and kissed your lips and you kissed him back with full force to the point where you were just passionately making out.

As the Slower song ended you pulled your face away from his face.

‘Is he gone?’ You asked looking in the direction of where the guy had been sitting before

‘Yes’

You pulled Loki into a hug resting your head on his shoulder

‘Thank you. So much’

‘Anytime y/n’ Loki said hugging you back fiercely

After you broke apart from the hug you went back to the others.

Loki and you held hands the rest of the evening.

The next day you woke up in the best mood. But that all changed as soon as you saw Loki.

He was reading on the couch like usual so you went over to the couch and sat down next to him.

‘Hi’ you greeted warmly

Loki didn’t look up from his book but just gave you a nod

‘Everything okay?’

Loki nodded once again and you felt your heart sinking.

Did last night mean nothing

You tried to engage in conversation with Loki a few more times but he wasn’t interested

You sighed and said

‘Didn’t realise I was that unwanted. I thought we were friends. I guess i was wrong’

You left the room before your eyes Got glossy

You avoided everyone for the rest of the day. You hid in your room.

The one person you had ever cared this much about was icing you out.

Yesterday didn’t mean anything to him and you would have to get over this stupid crush.

You were curled up in a ball in your room crying your eyes out.

Had all the times you had bonded lately not meant anything to him? Had all their moments and shared looks been for nothing.

You weren’t even sure what you were to Him now? An acquaintance?

Surely you were more than that though, you had come to Him for comfort and he had opened up to you at least a small bit?

Or were you wrong about that too?

How were you supposed to act around him now?

As the evening approached you went up to the top of the roof and sat down with a blanket wrapped you and you looked up and gazed at the stars.

You don’t know How Long you were up here for until you noticed Loki sit down next to you

You felt bad. You tensed up a bit and Got ready to go back into the headquarters.

‘Y/n please stay’ Loki pleaded almost desperately

You sat down next to Him and looked at Him expectantly

He looked Down at his hands and seemed to be shaking a bit.

Was he nervous?

You gently put your blanket around his shoulders and he looked up at you

You gave him a small smile. You knew that he didn’t get cold with being a frost giant and all but you figured it would at least be comforting and maybe it would give Him the strength to say whatever he needed to get out. He looked at you a bit more confidently now

‘ i shouldn’t have kissed you’

‘I kissed you back’ you reminded him

‘I’m sorry y/n i took things too far and i dont want to ruin our friendship ‘

You swallow a lump in your throat

‘Do you regret kissing me?’ You asked your eyes searching his

‘No! I wanted to kiss you all evening”

“Really?” You asked as your cheeks coloured

“Yes. You looked so beautiful yesterday that i couldn’t take my eyes of you”

“I felt the same way too. You took my breath away yesterday”

Loki gave you a playful grin, his eyes looking looking down at your lips and back up to your eyes

You leaned in and captured his lips with yours, kissing him with as much passion as you could muster and he kissed you back just as fiercely.

After a while you broke apart and smiled at him, your eyes gleaming.

‘If I’m being honest i agree with Thor. Perhaps i should date a god next’

‘ do you have anyone In mind?’ Loki asked and pretended to think but he had a genuine smile on his face

Your heart beated very fast in your chest

‘ a certain god of Mischeif if he is interested’

‘That Can be arranged’

‘Really?’

‘Absolutely’

You leaned over towards Him and met Him halfway until your lips touched in another kiss.

Afterwards you leaned your head on his shoulder

‘The stars are so beautiful tonight’

‘Their beauty is out of this world’ Loki agreed but he wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you

The two of you managed to Fall asleep against each other

Thor, Natasha and Bruce found you two in the morning cuddled into each other

‘YES! I TOLD YOU THEY WERE INTO EACH OTHER’ Thor exclaimed

‘Oh piss off’ you mumbled tiredly and snuggled closer to Loki’s chest being slightly annoyed that he had woken you up

Thor, Natasha and Bruce laughed

Loki kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms closer around you. He was smiling and ignoring his brother.

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A/N: I was desperately craving some hurt/comfort in my life. Also I see Loki as more soft after he joins the Avengers, hard to get to know? sure- but softer none the less especially if he starts to care for someone. As the quote in Frozen goes ‘some people are worth melting for’

Also enjoy line without a hook because Ricky Montgomery is👌🏻

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bradypnoea · 3 years

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The Tenth Realm | Margo_Kim | (9/9) - 21k | Dec ‘13 - Jan ‘14

Five hundred years before Thor's coronation, Sif's a lowly page who can't move up in the ranks and Loki's a Royal Academy student trying to survive his last examination. The solution to their problems may lie in the legends they heard as children of the lost Tenth Realm. Now all they have to do is actually find it.

Note: (This is one of the last of the shorter Loki works I'd queued up to read. I've a few 100k+ works I mean to get through soon, but that's between me and my mental capabilites.) This work was written as a prompt-fill gift for the annually recurring "Mischeif and Mistletoe" exchange, I'd recommend browsing those collections if you're interested in the Loki/Sif pairing. Furthermore Margo_Kim has written for a variety of fandoms since 2013 so I hope they don't mind my featuring a work from [cough] years ago. The Tenth Realm brings us along an approximately six-month pilgrimage with Sif as she and Loki attempt to prove themselves worthy in their respective "professions". In my eyes the characterisation is fantastic and the unique touches in each realm add depth and curiosity to an otherwise brief story. (The Midgard chapter is incredibly funny; if you don't already know, look up Turtle Island before reading.) Against the context of Odin's impending "Partition" of the realms, it becomes clear to Sif that the effort of making this journey will be as important as the destination.

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“Behold, ye warriors brave,” the goblins cried As brilliant shone, from within the cave, The secret light. Here lay the realm forgotten That Lady Ash, the woman-king of Asgard Had fought so long to see. She fell and wept At the beauty. “I claim my prize at last. I look upon my home—the Tenth Realm beckons And here, forever, I rest my head and sword.” —Excerpt from the final movement of Asgard’s epic, “The First Daughter of Yggdrasil,” Sif’s favorite poem as a child, as translated from the ancient tongue by Second Form graduate, Loki Odinsson.

The King’s Library was dead silent as Sif crept in through the skylight. It was always so hushed. She’d learned more of stealth skulking here after training than she’d ever learned actually in training. The King’s Library forbade women from entering, just as the Queen’s Library forbade men, and most maesters who ran them had ears and eyes to rival Heimdall’s. Sif crept through the stacks like a hunter stalking particularly flighty prey. Her feet made no thump. Her sword never clinked. Even her breath was silent as an absence. Shadows boomed louder than her.

It was either this or set fire to every damn book around her and when the maesters came to put the flames out, she’d set fire to them as well and any other man who ever came up to her again and said, “Pardon, lady, but you belong elsewhere.” But that wasn’t really a viable option at the moment, not unless she felt like killing nearly every man in Asgard, and since she wasn’t quite there yet, creeping silently took enough skill to keep her distracted and sane.

And the look on Loki’s face when you surprised him was always worth it.

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Summary:

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude!”

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⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Jackson was eyeing the food in the lunch line when his teammate, Garrett, elbowed him. “What?!” he snapped.

“Uh huh,” Jackson said, feigning interest. “Why do we care?”

Jackson snorted. “His parents must’ve wanted to torture the kid or something.”

Garrett didn’t laugh. “I don’t know but it’s just him and his mom.”

”Yikes,” Jackson mumbled, feeling and uncharacteristic sense of sympathy for the teen that he quickly shoved aside. “What else do you know?”

“I dunno dude. Maybe he’ll keep things interesting. I don’t want to be bored all year.”

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“First day and you already have a crush, Stiles. Damn.”

“What?! No I-I don’t!”

He totally did but it was more of a I hate you, now go fuck yourself but, you know, go fuck yourself after you fuck me. Stiles groaned. He was so screwed.

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Desperate For Freedom 4

Summary: In a universe where females are not allowed to remain innocent after their 18th birthday Y/N must hide. But when her cover is blown how will the unforgiving government punish her? None other than gifting her to a God from three worlds away. The god of mischief. He is told to keep and do what he wishes with the lying girl. So that is what he will do. Chained to the inside of an air craft she is brought to him on Asgard. Where her fate will be in a liars hands.

Warnings: My usual grammar, punctuation, and spelling mistakes, noncon themes, swearing, slight mentions of rape? PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED.

“Engagement?” The word rattled in your head. Made you feel exposed. Far too exposed. You hadn't stuck to your original plan. You were supposed to get out as soon as you could and now you were marrying a traitorous liar. Then again your parents most likely thought the same of you, as you do Loki. You threw back the silken sheets, the cold air hitting you like a wall.

“We cant be getting married, I don't want to marry you.” slipping into your robe you passed the far wall.

“Oh little Y/N, I thought you were stating to understand. It doesn't matter what you want, it only matters what will make me happy.” As Loki went on about the customs of marriage in the father land you slowly started to get dizzy. Black started to close in and as soon as Loki met your eyes he knew something was wrong.

Waking up in the healing rooms was a culture shock and a half. Although you had been here before for your broken hand it still made you uneasy. The hard platform you laid on was cold and very uncomfortable.

“Lay still.” the voice came from down by your feet, a woman stood with her hands in the air touching and moving energy around.

You sat up ignoring her words she let her hands fall.

“You really don't listen to anyone do you?” Her voice sounded irate but her eyes read respect. What did she respect you for you were unsure of.

“I am my own person I don't need to listen to anyone.” As if on cue Loki walked into the room flanked by Thor and Friga.

“Anyone hm?” Loki eyes were almost amused, almost. You had learned this little looks and glances, this one was not pleasant.

“You heard correct.” Challenging Loki was dangerous, but challenging him with others present was like paying for your passage to Valhalla.

“We will see.” Your eye contact never broke, you refused to let him intimidate you. The healer went on about what had made you faint and how to prevent it again. Thor and Friga went on asking questions, mainly if they had to cancel the ceremony. With everyone conversing it was as if Loki and you were alone.

“I do not wish to marry.” As soon as the sentence left your mouth you knew the punishment was going to be the worse one yet. Loki had managed to break down most of your flippant attitude, but not all.

“ Why not, is it because of the timing?” Meeting Frigas eyes your saw her posture was ridged.

“I wish not to marry because it is not my decision. I wish not to marry because it has nothing to do with love but a way to control my homeland. I wish not to marry because I simply do not want to.” Thor was shocked, Loki angry, and Friga was just as composed as ever.

“My dear child we all do things we do not want to do. This has nothing to do with control over any other realms or even to control you. It does however have everything to do with keeping you alive. If not marriage then death, the courts and Odin himself had made this decision to keep you alive. So there will be a marriage ceremony and there will eventually be love.”

“Death?” Your blood ran colder that the ice realms.

“I assume my son had some things to explain to you, the ceremony will take place tomorrow.” With that Friga Thor and the healer had left the room. Loki hid nothing, his anger could be felt from across the room.

‘Loki I-” In a blink of an eye you were back in his chambers.

“Why hadn't you told me about this before today?” Loki wasn't one to show emotions, although this he couldn’t hide.

“Hush pet.” He stood still looking at you straight on. He began to pace in front of the grand fireplace.

“No. No you don't get to tell me what to do anymore, if death is my only other option I choose death.” As soon as the words passed your lips you saw the anger come to the surface.

“Choosing death instead of a happy life. Tell me pet do you really wish for such an idiotic thing?”

“If it means I can finally be free then yes. If it means I will stop having to be forced to open my legs, then yes I choose death.”

“Forced? Oh my beautiful Y/N, tell me that when I part your legs you do not feel a rush. Or when I pin your arms up do you truly not feel relived that my mouth will be on your core?” Gods. Even his words make you slightly uncomfortable.

“I don’t- I feel-.”

“Do not lie, tell me how when I have my way with you feel nothing.” Loki was now in front of you hands holing your face. Forcing eye contact as he spoke such indecencies.

“I- I can’t” The grin that over took his face was pure sin. Pure Loki.

“Oh I know.” His hand skated down your body and met your core. Your breath started to get heavier, his hands slowly raising your dress.

“Tell me love do you truly not want to marry?” His hands rested on you hips under your dress.

“I-I want to make a decision by myself for once. I fled my home and parents for a single night of freedom. Then I was named a traitor and sent to a completely different realm. I was forced to become property and told only minutes ago that I was to be married off or sentenced to death. I simply want to choose Loki. Is that so hard to understand?” The lust hadn't faded from his eyes but the anger had. Slowly you could see realization cross his features.

“My love I wasn't aware that a something as mundane as a choice had made you feel this way.”

“That's just it Loki, you aren't aware because you have always been able to choose. I am not even allowed to choose death.”

“I promise you after the ceremony tomorrow you can make as many choices as you like. However the marriage is not a choice you get to make. I will not let you be sentenced to an unjust death.” His hands slipped out from under your dress. Every move of his was calculated. He brought them up to cradle your face.

“My love if you do not wish to rest in the same bed as me then I will see to it that you get your own accommodations.” His facial expression was clear and no sign of a lie, not that you would be able to tell anyways.

“I don’t think that will be necessary, I am accustomed to sleeping with another person, it would be to hard to revert back to no one at all.” It all hit you then, you were getting married tomorrow, to a soon to be king. A god of lies and one of the most powerful beings. You never could have fled even if you had help. His hands still held your face as he brought his lips to your forehead.

“I was going to escape Loki.” You felt his lips leave your forehead. “I was going to pretend to fall for you and then once I had your trust I was going to flee.” As tears formed in your eyes he still said nothing. In a rush you continued, this time looking at his beautiful green eyes. “I wanted nothing to do with you or this realm, I was going to hang myself from the neck if it meant freedom, Loki I’m so sorry.” As your tears flowed freely he finally spoke.

“I know my love, I can read expressions and if you are vulnerable enough your thoughts. I also know that now you feel differently. Isn’t that true?” He held you in place, forcing you to come to terms with thing you felt.

“Yes, Loki I love you.” Your heart beat was higher than the stars.

“Let’s make our way to bed then, we have an eventful day coming up.

TIME SKIP

“Y/N it is time to wake up you have to get ready.” Loki’s voice was soothing and sweet. In response you just moved closer to him. The warmth on his skin was soothing but the cold right under the surface felt like home.

“Don't want to get out of bed.” The words left you in a grumbled tone. Hardly audible. In a swift motion you were uncovered and sitting at the small table. It contents were all breakfast food.

“Be good Y/N. I will see you in the great hall in five hours.” In less than 30 seconds he had left. In a blur you were hurried around. Breakfast then a bath, your skin was rubbed raw then waxed. With one servant at your head pulling, brushing and braiding, another was going back and forth between your hands and feet. Making sure the nails were perfection and the skin soft.

“Princess? Are you ok?” The servant at your hands stopped and smiled. Genuine concern on her features.

“I’m scared.” Openly admitting it made the room go still.

“It’s ok to be scared Princess, but you are marrying a good asgaurdian.”

“I’m being forced to marry the God Of Mischief.”

“Even so. If I may be so daring to say that he has been kinder and more understanding with you here.” The gentle smile she wore was comforting.

“Are you married?” The gentle look morphed into sadness.

“No, only the staff that isn’t seen can marry, oh and I suppose the guards can take a wife too.”

“Why can’t you. Shouldn’t you be able to marry whom you please?”

“If we could marry we would.” The sadness left her face and replaced with bittersweet happiness.

“It’s time for the dress.” They both took a hand and lead you to a large mirror in the sitting area. They slipped the dress on over your head and helped button the back. The black dress with emerald green and gold details fit you to a T.

“This is beautiful.”

“I should hope so Your Majesty had picked it out himself.” Until this moment you hadn't thought of your distant family. The marriage will be broadcasted, and shared throughout the realms. How will they feel about you taking the younger prince of the father realm. Your mother was supposed to arrange a marriage and your father was to pay for it. This way you at least got to meet your soon to be husband. Yes, you were forced to meet and have relations with him, but you had come to love him. Did you really love him? Or was it just an illusion he wanted you to see.

“M’ Lady? Are you alright?” Your palms had gotten moist and your breath uneasy. ”My Princess?” The hand maidens were gone the only thing in your vision was the detailed ceiling. Of course it was just as beautifully crafted as everything else. You did not belong here. This palace was not for you. This hand sewn wedding gown should not fit you. You should be back home making a meal for your mate. Sure you would despise it, but at least you would know your role. Unlike your current situation.

“Y/N?” The smoothness of his voice was a balm on your racing and uncontrollable thoughts. You open your eyes to see his concerned ones.

“I’m not fit to stand in the back Loki. I can’t pretend that I want to hold my tongue. If we marry I need to pave a path that I find fit.” Saying this you could already feel the pressure easing off of your chest.

“I expect nothing less my love.” He helps you stand.

“We need to move forward with today, we will speak as soon as we are alone.” The small amount of reassurance he gave you was enough for today. As the maids finished getting you prepped, you begin making plans. How to fix a broken realm and how to move forward as a wife.

TIME SKIP

The vows had been said and the kiss had been just as bruising and binding as you knew it would be. Now in the streets celebrating with the townsfolk even though Odin had thought it to be demeaning to the royal status, Loki and you danced toasted and laughed throughout the night. As Loki spun you once again you heard a whisper in your head. Just as easy and natural as your own conscious.

“I would like to bed you here in front of every soul. However I think you might appreciate what I’m about to do you in private.” You watched Loki as he held you close making sure you really did hear that. His proud smile claimed the action.

“Lets go.” That's all you had to say for him to wrap you tighter in his arms and make green and gold sparkles around you two. When his grip loosened you were in his chambers. The same room you had shared.

“Behave for me tonight like a good pet.” His voice vibrated through your bones.

“What’s the fun in that?” The slight attitude in your tone made the heaviness in the room grow thicker.

“Very well have it your way.” With a flick of his wrist you were undressed and on your knees. The slick between your legs was now noticeable.

“What’s wrong master? You cant control me without magic?” Saying this caused the exact reaction you had wanted. Hauling you to your feet with a handful of hair he spoke with intention and a careful tone.

“My dearest pet you will beg for my gift.” He picked you up and threw you on the mattress quickly turning you over, he lifted your hips and pulled you to the end of the bed. He yanked your head up clasping on a collar that had obvious weight. Not enough to be uncomfortable but definitely noticeable. Next was thick leather handcuffs to keep your hands behind your back. With your face in the bedding and ass in the air Loki spoke.

“Now look how good you are with just a bit of restraints.” You opened you mouth to speak but before you could get any words out once again he flipped you around and had you kneeling on the bed eye level with him.

“Be a good pet and listen to instructions.” Doing as he says his smile only increases. As does the wetness in your sweet spot. Reaching down he barely touches you. Trying to create the friction you so desperately need your hips try and grind down on his digits.

“Use your words pet.” A loan moan exits your body,

“Please master I need it.” He gave a chuckle in return.

“You don't need anything yet pet.” Loki holds your face in his hands spitting on your face. Another moan.

“Such a mouth on you.” Pulling you head down till it was right in front of his ‘gift’. Opening your mouth for him to enter, with no hesitation he begins to fuck your face. The obscenity's leaving his mouth encouraged you take more of him at once. Humming along with his strokes to increase his pleasure. Having him use you was now the very thing that got you off, unlike in the beginning when you fought it all.

“Good pet.” Soon enough you felt his release. Swallowing down as much as you could. With his demanding actions, and filth filled words your wetness left a mark on the bed.

“Please sir.” Looking up at him with spit and cum leaking down your chin.

“Is this you begging? You will need to be more convincing my dear.” He let you sit up on your knees on the bed so once again you were eye level.

“Please sir I need you in me. I will behave for you. I need you Loki.” Saying his name had an effect on him like nothing before. The restraints gone within a millisecond, he had you on your back already hard. Entering you fast and not stopping. Soon enough you had your release with him following right after.

TIME SKIP

“SIR LOKI IT’S THE ALLFATHER! COME QUICKLY!” A guard had woken you both. Odin? In trouble? As Loki rushed out of the room the guard entered. You assumed to wait for you to follow. Pulling up the silk sheets you opened your mouth but no words escaped.

“I see you had a good nights rest. Or should I say lack thereof.” His grin stretched across his face. The guard looked familiar. It couldn’t have been the same guard, that had laid with you while Loki was away. Could it? Pulling the sheets tighter around your naked skin, the guard advanced towards you.

End of Part 4

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May 2nd - Lyn’s Writing Event - Thorin

Prompt: Cottage

Summary: Thorin gets lost and finds a hidden treasure...

Warnings: smut, implied smut, and a little angst

The days had been long and the emotional defeat he was suffering after all of these months were catching up to him. He felt lost, both physically and mentally. He figured he was near Bree by now, especially with how quaint and warm all of these houses were looking. Little cottages settled near the road, spread few and far between but had warm glows to them.

As far as places to bed down for the night (he was hoping for an inn, not hard ground) this wasn't the worst of places, not as long as he wasn't being chased from the property by racist men who cared little for his kind.

The map in front of him was confusing him more and more as he studied it and twisted to find a better angle, hoping it would jump out and he'd realize he was close to where he was supposed to be.

A girlish giggle has him pausing and look over to his right. Big brown eyes and rosey cheeks where staring up at him with mischeif not unlike Kíli at that age. Ah, he felt a pang of homesickness. He missed his sister and nephews greatly. There were many more things that this little pebble had different. Like the mess of red curls that looked of fire and completely untamable. Or the mass of freckles that liter her round cheeks. She grins up over a fence at him.

"Are you lost?" She pipes at him. He melts, the weariness being lifted from the adorable smile she gives him.

"Aye, I think I am." He responds and glances around, not keen on being chased from the property like common pest. Surely her father wouldn't want her talking to a strange lost dwarf.

"You've got big hands, I like your braids." She beams up and he finds himself chuckling. He's not the only one. A tinkling of laughter has him glancing up at a young woman in the garden, hunched over and plucking tomatoes from the vine. She didn't seem to mind her curious child making conversation with him at all! But it was usually the men that took issue with him.

"Thank you, little one." This makes her blush and smile at him with mooned eyes and he's even more amused by it.

"Ma, he's handsome!" He raises his eyebrows and sees the woman bite her lip and close her eyes, fighting back her own amusement.

"Is that so?" The woman hums with a smile. She brushes her hands off on her apron and stands, pulling the cute brimmed hat with a blue bow off and made her way toward the fence.

It revealed the same bright red curls beneath, only drawn tightly back into single braid. Little ringlets falling out from the days work. She offered Thorin a warm smile.

"Where is it your heading?"

"I'm trying to reach Bree by night fall." She winces at that.

"Good luck, Master Dwarf. Bree is a three day ride from here." He blinked at her in surprise, and then his defeat fell back on him in full force. "You're heading the wrong direction if you're heading there." She leans over the fence, tilting her head to get a better look at the map. He offers it toward her a bit as her hazel eyes search.

"Where are we then?"

"You're located about here," she points with her finger. He wanted to curse but thought better of it. He sighed, grateful that this woman seem so kind.

"Miss Willa!" Someone calls and they all turn to look.

"Drats," the woman mutters softly as a man shuffles up the road, a bundle of wildflowers in her hand. "Mister. James, what are you doing out of your home so late?" Thorin didn't miss the amusing and dramatic shaking of the young girls head. She gave Thorin a rather sassy, disapproving look. Clearly, she did not approve of this suitor.

"I was wondering if you'd take a late evening stroll with me, tonight?" He gives her a hopeful smile... And his gaze falls on Thorin. He manages to produce a scowl. "What is a dwarf doing on your door step?"

"Why, I've invited him for a late supper and a place to rest his head for the night, a bit lost he seems and the next inn is a three hour walk." This is news to Thorin but he simply gages the reaction of 'Mister James'. The man opens his big mouth, ready to argue but he recieves a raised eyebrow from the young woman. "Very sorry, about the plans. You should run home and wash your hands, those flowers could give you an awful rash." The man looked horrified at his hands as he tossed them to the side quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry- I, uh, I'll just... Go." And with that, he shuffled uncomfortably back down the road.

"I thought those were elderflowers, Ma." Thorin turned to look at shameful look her mother gave her.

"Shh. He doesn't need to know that." The reply made Thorin crack a grin. He was surprised when she opened the front gate for him. "Would you like some supper?" He paused, looking down at his map. The man didn't argue that an inn was too far for the night.

"It's quite alright, you've helped me plenty."

"Nonsense. It wouldn't be very kind of me to send you on your way without something warm in your belly." Thorin hesitated, not used to the kindness of men.

"Ma just made buscuits! Please, Mister Dwarf, please!"

"Your husband won't mind?"

"You did just see the suitor trying to bring me flowers, yes?"

"I've learned many men don't understand 'no'."

"I'll give you that. Come along." Thorin sighed and stepped through with a grateful smile. Autumn was upon them and he didn't look forward to the surplus of ticks. Falling asleep with a full belly of hot food would make falling asleep on the ground much easier.

She latched the gate back behind him and lead him up to the house, sending her daughter to grab her basket of vegetables. The girl eagerly obeyed, excited for the company to join them.

The aroma to the cottage was warm and delicious. The buscuits, no doubt. Everything cozy and warm. Thorin sat at the table as she washed the dirt from her hands and went to the stove, relighting the top and moving the pot of food back onto it, apparently dinner set aside from earlier.

"Lena, go wash up before you sit at that table," Willa scolds as he daughter tries to climb into the chair. The girl give another amusing look of distess.

"How does she do that!" She whispers to herself and moves onto another room. Thorin smiles, humbled by the warmth and charm of this little cottage.

"What of your husband? Is it just the two of you?"

"I was married only a few months before my husband became ill and passed. Managed to concieve the little one in that span though," she offers.

"I'm sorry to hear that. It must have been hard." The woman turns and smiles at him sadly.

"Yes, I suppose. But Lena's never suffered, so I suppose that's well enough for me." He nods in understanding. "Mead?"

"If you've got it." She moves to fill a glass for him from the barrel on the counter. He takes a moment to glance about. Herbs hand to be dried above the window in front of the sink, jars and jars of honey line shelves. She must make her own mead.

He eyes her as she moves about. She's pretty, even for a human. There's something enchanting about the glitter of mischief in her eyes, like she was teasing him. She had the same freckle as her daughter. As she sets down his glass for him, the little pebble flies out of the room, hands clean and her night dress ready.

"Oh, you," the mother sighs, smiling. She pulls a rag from the table, wets it, and moves toward her daughter to clean the dirt from her face. Thorin is shocked to see her tilt her face toward the cloth and proudly soak it up. Willa catches his smile. "Have any children?" She asks.

"No, just my nephews." He replys with a smile. "She reminds me of when they were young." Lena gives him a big grin.

"I do? What's their names? What's your name? I've never met a dwarf before." She was curious, eager to learn.

"I am Thorin. My sister's sons are Fíli and Kíli." Lean looks awed by the introduction.

"Those are weird names."

"Lena, be polite to our guest." Thorin found himself smiling down at the child who only smiled sheepishly at him. He could only think of the chaos that she could insight in his youngest nephew, should they ever meet her.

The aroma of food made his stomach clench eagerly as the lady of the house moved back to the stove. Her daughter entertained him as he patiently waited and sipped the mead. There was an ease to the air. Like this was his own house, it made him wonder distantly if this was what having a family was like. For a moment he let himself pretend as the girl chattered to him about different flowers.

For a moment, this was a needed distraction to his distressed mind. A fantasy to ease the ache of his missing home and families.

He knew he shouldn’t delve too deep into this dream, not when there was a beautiful woman serving him hot, delicious food and smiling at him so kindly. Their fingers brushed as she settled the bowl in front of him. The both paused at the current that rippled through them. He could see the hair of her arm stand on end at the brush of his hand.

He caught sight of her pinked cheeks. So she felt the attraction as well then.

“Mr. Thorin?” He twisted to look at the child calling. Her big eyes glitter at him in a familiar way. Their admiration something that had diminished in years past from his nephews, but never disappeared. “Why don’t you have any kids?”

“I’ve never married.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t pry, Lena.” Even Willa’s scolding was gentle and there was something so soothing about it. Thorin was thankful for it. She distracted her pouting child with the fresh sweets drawn from the oven. Thorin found himself pretending she had received those brown eyes via him, through his late mother. That he was not Thorin, son of Thrain, nor was he king under the mountain, but a simple dwarrow smith with a woman for a wife, and a fiery little pebble for his own.

The food warmed his belly. And when Lena was shuffled off to bed, he gathered his few things. The low light of candles called for him to stay. The warmth from dinner made him sleepy and calm, but he shouldn’t stay.

He waited for his hostess to return, to thank her for her deep kindness. While he did, waiting by the door, he was trying desperately to draw himself from the fantasy he was living in. Part of him begged for him to leave. Nothing was ever so freely given to him, it made him wary of all. But this woman hadn’t asked for anything from him.

It was easier said than done because his sensitive dwarf ears picked up the soft singing Willa hummed to her daughter. Soft mutterings that didn’t take long at all, a nightly ritual it would seem. He only had a few minutes, but he’d steeled himself.

Or so he thought.

The moment Willa emerged, softly closing the door, he was gone again to the fantasy. “I... I shouldn’t stay.”

“There’s a chill in the air tonight. Perhaps you should have another cup of mead?” She offers.

Thorin breathes out a soft sigh, like he can’t believe she’s still offering something to him. “I have nothing to offer you.”

“The company is enough.” He is given a soft but lonely smile. One he felt pang his heart with sympathy. He could only imagine what it would be like to marry and lose his partner after only a few short months, only to discover pregnancy.

“I fear if I stay, I will never want to leave.” The woman turns to clear the table, shrugging.

“Perhaps you could just stay for the night. You have an air to you... a safety.”

She felt safe with him. He watches as she slowly looks towards him, eyeing him shyly. Oh. So she did want something from him it would seem. And he was clay in her hands.

He dropped his things to the floor near the door and moved toward her. She drops the bowl into the sink and lets him tug her to his chest. “Is this what you do? Ensnare men and dwarves in your home?” He asks her. She flushes at him.

“I’ve only ever been with my husband.”

“To go without for so long, certainly must be trying.” She nods at him.

“Will you stay for the night?” Thorin hesitates still, then answers by bringing his lips down on hers. He would never be able to get the feel of her lips from his mind ever again they curl against each other in the kitchen. Her gentle warmth was welcome as he holds her form to him. Tonight, he would stay and leave in the morning, despite his wishes to stay.

He doubts he will ever satiate his desire to stay here, in your arms, in your bed, and father your children. This would be another test to him. To fight away from the first thing he would selfishly want. The king knew he shouldn’t stay, that he shouldn’t tempt himself further but the loving caresses of her hands over his shoulders and arms were enough to make him forget about his father and his people and his lost home.

Instead, for the night he would give himself over to the love of a woman he had never met and allow his frustrations melt away from him, even if it meant breaking his own heart later. Thorin allows her to lead him away from the kitchen and to the back of the cottage, where a double bed is situated with soft quilts and cool sheets. She undresses him slowly, she takes her time, stroking hard flesh and pressing fingers into knots on his shoulder.

Was she trying to make it harder for him to fight to leave? Or was she truly just sweet to him. She loved taking care of her daughter, maybe she loved to take care of her husband too?

Thorin stopped letting himself think and ruin the moment. Shivering as she kissed over his shoulders and pressed fingers over his scars. Finally, when she works at his trousers, he’s already excited. Especially when she dips her hand down the front to stroke him. He gives a low groan and leans his head forward. “Willa,” he rumbles in a warning when he catches sight of her mischief.

“Thorin,” she hums back, pressing lip and cheek into his shoulder.

They absorb the moment, bathing in the moment. She let’s him pull her around him and he kisses her tenderly, like she really is his wife, and this was their bed because when morning came, he would be gone and he’d never see her again.

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Understanding Along With Secrets/ Mouse Of a Time

Thomas and Virgil talk about the events that transpired. Virgil practices to control his shifting powers. He also stumbles into a place that was a bit too tempting for him leading to some more mischeif and another secret.

I am open to Prompts and questions for or about the Sides in this story. Please I encourage you to share my post. Gets the story out there.

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Warning: Moments of anxiety, fear, self doubt, falling from a heigh distance.

Thomas and Virgil sat in the hallway together for the longest time, at least they thought so. Neither of them spoke or moved from that spot for what felt like an eternity. In reality it was only about ten minutes. Virgil remained on Thomas’ s shoulder for half of that time, just trying to process the whole scene that just played out between them. Thomas did all he could to make sure he wasn’t staring at his friend while he processed the whole situation. He looked at his hands, he looked up at the ceiling trying to count the lines from cracks or just missed plater. He even started to plan out his next video, until he was brought out of his thoughts by Virgil moving his head from his shoulder. He waited patiently for anything to come from Virgil. A sigh. Anger. Even rambling would have been better than this awkward silence. After looking down at the ground for a time, Thomas decided enough was enough. Virgil had to talk.

“ Sooo you can transform too?” Thomas wanted to hit himself in the head because of the stupid yet obvious question that just emanated from his lips. “ Your and animal too?” how dumb could he be, but it seemed to do the trick. “ In all honesty it only started recently. At the beginning I was human, like the...others. Then one day it just happened.”

Thomas remained sitting down on the ground, but looked over to the dark ego beside him. “ What were you doing?”

“ Well, I was frustrated after talking to Deceit.”

“ Yeah that will do it...but you never answered my question.”

Virgil looked over in confusion, trying to think back to Thomas finding him in his animal form.

“ I asked you why you didn’t tell us.”

In all honesty, he didn’t want to seem stupid in front of his creator. He knew deep down that Thomas would never look down on him, but there was always that fear in the back of his mind. He could only think of replying with a few select and simple words. “ I’m not ready.”

Thomas stood up, using his legs mostly, and the wall to stabilize his body. Once his feet were firmly on the ground he looked behind him, extending a hand. Virgil has always felt the most accepted by Thomas, ( Close behind is Patton), but at this moment all he could do was smile. Thomas found out the one secret he didn’t want anyone to find out because of fear and anxiety ( Big surprise), and when he gave an answer such as “ I’m not ready.” Thomas was still accepting. Thomas understood better than anyone that fear can prevent the obvious and cloud judgment, so he was not going to make it worse by pressuring. He was literally offering a hand to help Virgil along his path and not judge. Virgil grabbed Thomas’ s hand and felt his body being pulled up from his sitting position off the ground. “ Well, if you're not ready, you're not ready. Just no more secrets from me. Alright?”

Virgil looked intently into Thomas’s face to see if there was any ill intent or Deception. But there was none. He genuinely and honestly just wanted to help Virgil out. “ Alright.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The days that followed this event were...complicated...well, more messy, then complicated.

Virgil decided after this day he would have to make sure he was not put in this situation ever again. This was easier, but only in some aspects. Unlike Thomas, the other sides could call upon each other, but they were not forced to appear. For example, if Patton called upon Virgil, Virgil would hear the call in his head as if being played by echo, but it was his choice if he showed up. The problem was, to the other light sides, if you ignored a summon something was either wrong or you were being rude, and in Virgil’s situation it usually meant he was being rude. Then there was the fact of if Thomas called upon him again. He could never ignore Thomas, even if he was an animal.

Thomas promised to lay off on summoning him, but he couldn’t ignore is Anxiety, even if he wanted to. So there was only one solution. He had to work on his transformations.

Virgil brought the problem to Thomas hoping he could help out...to a point. Thomas expressed he hated lying to the other sides just to help Virgil, it made him feel too much like Deceit. Then there was the fact that if Thomas was too uncomfortable, Patton would be able to sense his uncomfortableness and lies. “ No. no. no.” Virgil explained very quickly. “ I don’t want you to lie. I would never want to put you through that. I can sense from here how uncomfortable you are with that. The only thing I want you to do is, if it comes down to it, distract the light sides. While I am practicing my shifting from animal to human you just point them to another direction.” He sighed because he could still sense the uneasiness emanating from Thomas. “ Look, if you have to tell them then go ahead, just give me time. Please.” As soon as he expressed his concern with Thomas and the fact he could pull the plug at any time if it came down to lying to keep his secret, Virgil just felt the anxiety wash over Thomas. The burden was lessened immediately. It was like a spirit exited Thomas and went to Virgil's body.

Thomas looked over at his personal dark side. “ I'll try to help you out as much as I can. Like you I can just feel how stressed and scared you are of telling the others. I don’t want you to have a panic attack just because your scared if I will tell your secret.”

Virgil jumped at Thomas suddenly, giving his body a hug of pure appreciation. Thomas stumbled back from the gesture but embraced his anxious side in a comforting way.

There must have been so much going on because Patton suddenly appeared in the room witnessing the interaction between Virgil and Thomas. His face lit up from seeing such a random interaction, especially since he had no idea why these two were ok with each other now. “ Oh my God. I knew you were able to do this Anxiety!” Patton jumped in on the attention, trying to join in on the heart being shared in the room.

As soon as Patton made contact with Virgil, he released Thomas and proceeded to fix his messed up purple hair. “ Patton. It’s Virgil. I have explained this to you before.”

“ I’m sorry. It’s just this is the first time I have seen you like this Virgil. You usually avoid us and sit alone kiddo.” Patton released Thomas and looked towards Virgil with a smile plastered on his face.

This was the first time he had a good look at Patton. He had that stupid looking cat hoody up, so he had cat ears on his head ( Ironic) and his eyes were gleaming like an Anime character. He was hopping up and down like a child. The emotions between Virgil and Thomas must have spiked Patton’s behavior to act more childish. “ Wait...Did you just call me Kiddo?” Virgil looked at him confused. “ Yah!... Is there a problem with that?” He tilted his head to the side like a dog would do. There it was. The animal attributes were starting to show through. “ No Patton. I’m fine with it.” Virgil knew by the way he was acting he was about to turn into his dog form. He figured if he just plasters a smile on his face and acts kind he would disappear to his mindscape room without problems. Well too late. Right there and then, Patton transformed into a Golden Retriever right in front of Virgil. His instincts kicked in to double time. All he could do was stare at the dog used to be Patton with fear.

Thomas could feel everything. The fear, anxiety, everything. He placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder trying to get his attention. Virgil looked over at his Creator with confusion but looked down at Patton once more. “ It’s still Patton. It’s still Patton. Plus I am a human. Everything is fine.” He carefully and gently placed a hand on the dog’s awaiting head and pat it. Patton stuck his tongue out and was just as surprised by Virgil’s actions. He has never seen Virgil touch any of them. Virgil couldn’t take anymore. He disappeared into his mindscape room for privacy. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Virgil from that day on, when Thomas was busy making videos unless he was needed, would work on his shifting. He figured out a long time ago, the light sides were most occupied when Thomas had a performance coming up or he was creating a video to post to YouTube. During those times Virgil would transform at will to his mouse self and wander around the mindscape and in Thomas’s house. To Virgil, if he got used to his animal form then maybe he could control it better.

The first few times Virgil stuck to wandering around his room. He wanted to make sure he was used to the bodies movements at first. He would practice by climbing up onto his desk then venturing further and further out. He would get from his desk, jump to his bed, then start by practicing his balance on his curtain rods and door frames. If he had to admit, this was an experience he was not used to. The first day he tried jumping from his desk to the bed, the simplest distance, he couldn’ t make his body jump far enough. He would tumble right off the edge. Virgil would back his body up, look around like something was in the room with him, then run. Well more like scurry, right off the edge. He would make a personal joke saying he felt like an airplane. A crashing airplane. The first time he plummeted he was scared to death. He backed his body up a few feet, then ran as fast as he could. Virgil could feel his little feet leave the hard surface and feel only air. He would close his eyes, since he was not prepared to see his own death, but opened them up at the wrong time. Poor Virgil felt his body abruptly stop soaring through the air and turn into a plummet. He had to open his eyes just to make sure he wasn’t tricking himself. He looked down, yelling in his head. If he could, he would cover his face with his hands, but of course you couldn’t really do that with paws while falling through the air. Virgil said a little prayer to himself just waiting for his death. This was it. His first time experimenting and because he was too ignorant to have someone watch him he was going to die. At least Thomas would no longer have anxiety in his life.

Virgil opened his eyes and realized his body collided with the ground...but he was ok. He found out later that day that Mice can fall up to twelve feet, sometimes twenty, and still be unscathed. Thank God for the resilience of mice. From that day on Virgil practiced, but made sure he had some type of surface under his body when he fell from high places.

For weeks Virgil practiced in his room. If one of the light sides started to ask questions, Thomas was nice enough to distract the others with his problems or their animal instincts. He decided while the four were working on the Video for the month he would wander around the Mindscape.

This was a big step for our little mouse. In his room he was safe. All sides knew to never just walk into his room without permission. Out there he could run into any of the other sides, but they were all occupied. Why would it matter? Virgil the mouse approached his door. Since he was still in the mindscape he could easily teleport if needed, and he needed it.

He landed in a hallway that looked exactly like the hallway Thomas found him in, except for one thing. There were four doors present. Each door led to a different Side’s room in the Mindscape. A person could tell who’s room it was by the decoration that was on the outside.

Virgil’s door was pitch dark purple, just like his sweatshirt and hair. All over the door were lightning bolts or storm clouds with lightning. Patton’s door was light blue, but he had hints of bright yellow emanating from the inside one could see through the cracks. There was a cat face drawn on the doorknob. Logan’s was a dark blue. He had a few papers that looked like they were stapled to the wood. If one looked closer the pages had formulas for science and math. Some pages were so full, that the equation had to leave the paper and be written on the door in black marker. Lastly, Roman had a door right beside Logan’s. It was bright red like it was just painted today. On the door was an elaborate painting. It was honestly a bigger version, that took up the whole door, of the patch on Roman’s arm. The outline was in Gold and the picture was of a castle on the water with a banner hanging over it all with the sun gleaming in the middle being the brightest yellow of all the yellow on the picture, and the biggest object on the door. Virgil rolled his eyes the best he could but was still curious. He had honestly never been in Roman’s room. He hasn't been in Logan’s either but figured it might be a typical lab looking bedroom. He was super curious about the Creative side. He was one he never really got close to. He was just too curious and this was a perfect opportunity. Virgil teleported himself into the Creative sides room. Inside honestly looked like a room made to imitate royalty at a hotel. Everything wasn’t exactly right, but the feeling was there.

There were pamphlets that were hanging up from Thomas’s previous performances since he was a kid. There were posters everywhere, basically announcing to the world Roman’s and Thomas’s favorite musicals and Disney movies. Surprisingly, there was a Nightmare Before Christmas blanket hanging up on the wall. “ Great taste.” Virgil thought.

Virgil scurried across the floor to the humongous bed that would contain one human. Virgil grabbed onto the bedsheet the best he could, (Paws) and scurried up to get a better view of his surroundings. There had to be more.

This took him some time since the bed was all tucked in and organized like a military personnel came in and straightened the room. Virgil kicked his back paws to adjust his body up onto the bed. In reality he was out of breath, but all that came out was a few squicks of innocence. The mouse laid his body down on the mattress, curling his tail in on his body and tried to look around, but froze. Behind him he could hear the soft snores of something bigger. A lot bigger than him. He turned his head to only have a cat’s body take up his field of vision. A grey and white cat to bed exact.

“ What is he doing here!? Isn’t he suppose to be helping Thomas?! He’s creativity for crying out loud!” Virgil could only slowly back up to get some distance between himself and the beast that was no longer viewed as his friend. In its sleep the cat stretched it’s legs out and opened it’s mouth to reveal the sharp canine’s present to the world. The last thing Virgil would see if he woke up. The tail was already swishing back and forth alarming the mouse. Virgil stumbled a bit and tried to run, but couldn't take his eyes off the predator. This was it. All this work for nothing.

From all this excitement and emotions running through his mind he didn’t realize one little difference with his body.

The mouse looked down trying to force his feet to move and get running. Wait. Feet. Why were there feet?

Virgil covered his body with his newfound hands. He could feel a head, legs, arms, and no tail.

“ Well this is new.”

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