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teyums · 11 months

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a/n: cats are so funny because they genuinely think they’re doing something nice for you when they drop a mouse at your feet as an offering and it’s actually the opposite. i was watching my cat play with her little toy and it just brought the terrifying memory back to me bc WHY WOULD YOU THINK I WANT THIS? As soon as the idea came i wrote it, Neteyam just seems like the type LMAOO 😭

neteyam x human!reader

It takes Neteyam quite a while to understand the difference between Na’vi women and human women, especially the difference in what you do and don’t like. But you can’t blame him, you don’t look like his kind, you don’t smell like his kind, hell, you don’t even dress like them.

The Na’vi’s behavior very closely resembles that of a house cat on earth— you’ve noted after studying how Neteyam’s emotions portray themselves through his expressive tail, how his ears dip when he’s angry or perk up when he’s excited, or how he purrs when you finally agree to sitting in his lap instead of your chair while you finish up your work for the day. With the innate behavior of the two creatures mirroring each other almost completely, it’s no surprise that this also heavily factors into what they deem as ‘gifts’ for their favorite human.

Just as housecats will fetch their humans dead animals or rodents as an offering to them, the Na’vi way isn’t too far from that. You hated so much as looking at dead animals, let alone being near them, but when your childhood cat, Loki, used to bring field mice into the home and drop them at the foot of your bed, at least it was small enough for you to scoop into a grocery bag with pinched eyes and a hand over your nose while you fought back the tears of sheer terror.

Most of Neteyam’s catlike nature rendered adorable to you, and while you were more than willing to learn more about the ways of his people, this new custom he’d introduced you to had your heart dropping out of your ass like a brick and your soul exiting your body as if you could do without it. It’s when he shows up to the lab, a dead boar strung over his back with the biggest, toothiest smile you’ve ever seen spread on his lips until a bloodcurdling scream wipes it clean off his expression.

“Oh my God, ‘Teyam, get it away, get it away!” You shrill, so startled you almost tumble out of your desk chair, the hairs on your neck standing straight up as you divert your attention from the animal that’s almost the size of your body, a panicked hand splayed over your rumbling chest and the other extended out, palm towards him.

“What? You don’t like it? Should I have gone with a hexapede (deer) instead?” His brows gather in the center of his forehead when he steps closer and you immediately yelp and scoot back, the metal wheels of your chair screeching against the smooth tile with the effort of your retreat. He’s wholeheartedly confused, because any woman of his kind would find such a gesture as this one beyond thoughtful, and even romantic. Catching one of these things isn’t easy, and a clean kill with an arrow through the heart as to not rupture or damage the meat of the animal is even harder.

“I even skinned it for you!” He urges with a pout.

Your involuntary squeal interrupts his attempt to convince you as you fan your face with your hands, but it seems as if he’s still having trouble understanding.

“Perhaps I should have roasted it as well…” He ponders to himself with a hand pinching his chin, deep in contemplation while he keeps his catch over his shoulder and his eyes cast toward the wall, completely missing the way your trembling hands scramble over your desk for something to launch at him.

“GET IT OUT!”

He winces at the pitch of your shriek, astounded by how that loud of a sound could come out of such a tiny being. His brows raise before he quickly ducks to dodge the one-subject notebook that flaps past his head in a blur of fluttering paper, and he hurriedly obliges your wishes with a few steps back and a rushed ‘okay, okay!’.

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©teyums 2023

#avatar 2 #avatar way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam fic #neteyam fluff #avatar twow #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x human reader

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lynlee494 · 6 months

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Clint Barton does not get enough credit as the efficient badass he is in the Marvel MCU.

Clint takes his shot at Loki, Loki catches it, explosion, we all chuckle at Loki's hubris and Barton's quick thinking.

Except, that was the back up plan. Clint went for a kill shot, with an exploding arrow. If Loki hadn't caught it, our Asgardian prince would have been gurgling on the ground then having his head quite literally blown off. Clint was not fucking around.

That arrow would have been in Loki's neck at detonation.

Clint was making damn sure one way or the other Loki was coming out of the sky.

#Clint Barton #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Marvel #Hawkeye #Avengers #Clint Barton is a badass #Really glad the back-up plan is what worked cause OMG Loki season 2

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sarahscribbles · 9 months

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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟑𝟑

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The double doors to your Sakaarian penthouse swing open on a dramatic whoosh of air just as you’re poking through the large box that the Grandmaster has had delivered to the room. This one is just as intricately ornate as the others but filled with a twinkling display of elaborate earrings and is one of many that have arrived in the hands of a steady stream of colourful servants over the past few days.

At least, you think it’s been days. Or has it been weeks? It’s impossible to tell how long you’ve been stranded on this ridiculous excuse of a planet, but the steady stream of obscenely opulent boxes - filled with trinkets, silks, and other gaudy decorations - suggests that the Grandmaster is setting you up for a life on Sakaar.

That, or he wants you to be his dress up doll.

Frankly, you aren’t sure which scenario is worse.

You don’t lift your eyes from the glittering sea of precious gems sitting before you - you’ve counted rubies, sapphires, and amethysts so far - even as those distinctive heavy footsteps come to a sudden stop behind you. There’s no need to, really; if said footsteps striding down the hallway weren’t already a give away then the growing warmth of your mother’s locket certainly was.

The little gold oval is now emitting an impressive warmth against your bare skin, acting as almost a comfort and a warning.

It was him.

You can feel the heavy weight of his gaze on your back and when you do glance up at his reflection in the mirror, you catch the brief second of his eyes raking over you. A faint surge of pride ripples through your veins.

“What are you wearing?” he sneers, that deep voice dripping with open contempt.

The Sakaarian equivalent of a towel is wrapped under your arms, but it’s so outrageously skimpy that it barely covers more than your behind and leaves your bare legs on full display. You watch his reflection in the mirror, not missing the brief twitch of his jaw and flex of his fingers.

How interesting.

“It’s a towel, though perhaps such a thing is too civilised for your barbaric Asgardian mind to recognise,” you bite back, watching his green eyes narrow in the mirror.

He raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow and his lip curls. “A generous title considering - “ He stops suddenly, but his eyes drift to rest on the hem that barely falls to the middle of your thighs. “Perhaps calling it a handkerchief would be more fitting.”

The disgust is so palpable in his voice that it sends a sudden rage surging through you. This man - this spoiled, pretentious ass - is behaving as though the lack of proper amenities on this trash heap of a planet is somehow your fault.

“Would you rather I forgo it, then? Perhaps I should simply wander around this prison cell nude? Would that appease you?” you throw back, slamming down the lid of the box so hard that the mirror on the wall above briefly shakes.

He scoffs - loudly - from where he’s moved to mix himself a drink at the little bar in the kitchen. “Heavens, no. There are already enough ghastly sights to have to endure here, wouldn’t you agree?” He raises the glass to his lips, keeping his eyes on you as if daring you to bite.

You can feel the warm flush of humiliation creep along your neck, but you don’t stand down and pin him with an icy glare. “Go to Hel, Loki.”

The use of his name is like a perfectly aimed arrow. He sets his glass down with force, sploshing amber liquid all over the white bartop, and advances toward you in a way that’s meant to be intimidating. His green eyes flash dangerously, but you only tilt your nose in the air. You’ve got the upper hand here, and it’s all thanks to Scrapper arriving a few days ago with an embellished envelope that had his name scrawled across the front.

You had answered the door and she had pushed the small little square into your hands, letting her fingers linger a second more than what was normal.

“A little invitation from the Grandmaster,” she had purred in that hypnotic voice and again ran her eyes appreciatively over you.

But you quickly shake the memory of her gaze from your mind.

“I’d be careful with my threats if I were you. You know not who you’re dealing with, Princess,” he spits, each word laced and dripping with venom.

It’s the only thing he knows about you - your royal status - and you know it infuriates him. Despite his threats, you’ve refused to tell him your name or that you’re Princess of Vanaheim and second in line to the throne. It’s the only thing you have to hold over him, and you refuse to give it up.

He continues his measured approach towards you - all slow steps and narrowed eyes - and the memory of a blade whizzing past your head makes you summon a ball of orange flame in your palm.

“Do you think I’m scared of the Grandmaster’s pet?” you mock him with a condescending little laugh. “You’re nothing more than his pretty little peacock. Tell me, how did you manage to escape becoming one of his competitors, hmm?” you sneer and let your eyes flick to his leather clad crotch.

Like an animal cornered, he bares his teeth and makes to lunge toward you, but he’s barely taken a step when you send your ball of fire hurtling towards him. The force of it sends him staggering backwards and he looks at you with raw anger etched in every line of his face.

He doesn’t take another step towards you and that’s when you realise.

He’s scared of you. Terrified, if his defensive stance is anything to go by.

Your lips quirk into a satisfied smile. “If we’re quite finished with this little display, I have a soiree to dress for,” you say, all feigned sweetness and charming smile.

You hear his small noise of disbelief as you pad across the room towards the bathroom, and even that is enough to have fresh sparks dance on the tip of your fingertips.

“You’ll forgive me if I struggle to believe that. Who in the Nine would want you in attendance at a soiree?” he seethes.

It’s an insult so weak that it rolls easily off your back. “The Grandmaster if you must know. Although, he wants me to attend because he enjoys my company, not because I’ve stooped so low as to warm his bed.”

The glimmer of silver catches your eyes, but he doesn’t take aim. He remembers what happened the last time.

“You are the most loathsome woman I have ever had the misfortune to encounter,” he all but growls as you reach the bathroom door. His eyes are flashing dangerously and you can tell by the twitch of his fingers that he’s itching to run you through with his blade.

You turn in the doorway and flash him an overly bright smile. “Careful, Loki. Any more of those charming compliments and I may fall in love with you.” You slide the doors closed before he has the chance to respond.

With a racing heart, you wait for the sound of metal impacting on the door. It never comes.

Like you said, he’s terrified.

#loki #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Reader with Yondus ability? So can control an arrow by whistling, how would the gods and humans react?

-Whenever anyone around Valhalla saw you, you were almost always whistling, just a merry little tune, but always whistling.

-Many didn’t find it too annoying, as you were able whistle different tunes and you could do it without losing pitch or tempo, it was almost like you were playing an instrument.

-A few humans, warriors who knew that you were a warrior as well, asked why you always seemed to be whistling and you just grinned brightly, “I like to practice!” however, your answer did little to answer their questions.

-The gods were curious as well, wondering why you were always whistling while a few saw it as annoying, you seemed so happy to just be making noises.

-When you entered the arena as a fighter, many, who didn’t know what you could do, were outraged, seeing the ‘Happy Whistler’, a nickname you somehow managed to gain, while the gods were enraged, thinking you were making fun of them by showing up, as all the other fighters had been serious competitors.

-Your opponent was a cocky god who had the ability to make clones of himself, splitting himself into six different beings and you looked around, but you didn’t look scared.

-You reached down to your boot and pulled out a silver arrow with glowing red features and you began to whistle, just like normal.

-The arrow seemed to come alive at your whistling, moving slowly, matching the tune of your whistling, hovering just slightly.

-The god charged, furious, “Don’t mess with me!” a sharp whistle left your lips and the arrow shot off, piercing him immediately through the neck, making him immediately disappear, since he was a clone.

-Jaws dropped all around as you put your hands on your hips, whistling slowly again before you let out several sharp whistles and the arrow shot around, taking care of all of the clones with ease, leaving only the main body who was gawking at you, mimicking the other gods and the humans who didn’t know.

-Kojiro and Lu Bu were both roaring with laughter, holding their stomachs while Raiden was grinning brightly, cheering you on.

-Your opponent forfeited the match to you and your sharp whistle made him flinch but the arrow just came back to your hands, catching it easily before you returned backstage.

-Loki was quick to approach you, his eyes like stars, “Where did you get that arrow?! That was amazing!” unlike during your match, your smile was warm and friendly, telling him that you found it deep in a cave, so you didn’t know where it came from, allowing him to inspect it.

-He then grinned, sitting with you and the other humans who weren’t bothered by the trickster god, “So that’s why you’re always whistling- to practice for this thing!” you beamed, holding up your hands in mock surrender, “You got me! But mainly I do it because it’s fun.” Laughter went around the room as the next fighters prepared for their own match, hoping to win as quickly as you did.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 5 months

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Yall have got me. IN.SANE. abt kate bishop+batboys:

A multiversal teamup where everyone is looking to Kate to lead because shes worked in both universes and Batman respects her ability, and where batman goes there goes the justice league and it is SO. AWKWARD. For Tony and Cap. Clint is both proud and laughing his ass off

Dick is VERY turned on by in-charge Kate

Somehow Kate and Loki get trapped in Gotham and they have to pretend to be normal, so Loki goes to school with Damian

It's just as awful as you are imagining

What about Kate performing cello music on the street because she doesn't technically exist in this universe so she can't do pretty much anything that requires an ID

Damian sees her and is like "your technique is adequate" and convinces Bruce to hire her as his music teacher and everyone is very uwu about her because she's so sweet

Smash cut to her bleeding and covered in soot as Hawkeye blows up a Joker hideout

Kate and Damian being the first to recognize each other in costume and they're very chill about it (Damian invites her over for post-mission pizza and Dick is like how do u know where he lives tho)

Damian has a crush on Kate because he's a fucking 10 year old and he just would

But he's also an imminently reasonable 10 year old so he knows it's highly unlikely Kate will ever marry him. A list of suitable spouses is

Richard

Father

Jason

Cass

Jason and Cass switch spots in acceptability depending on how mad he is at Jason

Am I saying Damian matchmaker? I mean yes obviously and he's fucking terrifying about it

Everyone is afraid of Damian and Natasha together but they don't really like each other

They respect each other as assassins and child weapons

However if Natasha met a young CASS, Natasha would be like "this is my ballet murder child"

Dick (or Jason) (actually all the batfam) are SO SO worried for when Hawkeye meets Green Arrow. What if she likes him better? Her partner in her universe was an archer, makes sense she would want to work with another one. What if she MOVES? How will Damian ensure she marries into the Greater Wayne Family System if she is with OLIVER QUEEN?

(And the thought of Oliver not liking Kate doesn't cross anyone's mind because that doesn't even make SENSE, how could he not like her???)

But Kate and Oliver hate each other so much they literally have to be kept separate or they will derail whatever is going on with petty arguments and passive aggressive remarks towards each other

Kate being very excited every time the Batfam catches her when she's falling from a building :D

#kate bishop #hawkeye #batman #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #red hood #nightwing #also the height differences are KILLING me #idk how tall dick is #i imagine close to jason?#jason is like a foot taller than her.#duo acro routine my beloved #just. dick FLINGING kate into the air she is LOVING it bruce is TERRIFIED alfred thinks you should PICK A ROOM WITH TALLER CEILINGS

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asgardian-angel · 1 year

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Exhibits for Scientific Purposes

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#I wanted to add SO MUCH MORE!#loki #tom hiddleston #hiddles #let's talk loki #avengers #marvel #loki's army #thomas william hiddleston #natalie portman #jane foster #thor #loki series #loki show

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sixminutestoriesblog · 5 months

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mistletoe

Mistletoe is a fascinating plant even before we get into the Christmas (and other) traditions associated with it. Mistletoe is found practically world wide, with one version even thriving as far north as Siberia. It's also a parasitic plant, its sticky seeds spread by birds who leave them behind on trees where the seeds soon sprout and send their roots burrowing into the bark of their host to steal the nutrients for their own growth. It is also an evergreen, staying vibrant and leafed in the dead of winter, a brilliant ball of color against the starkness of the cold that stripes away so many other plants. Did I mention it has sticky seeds? The sap of the plant's berries is so sticky and strong, that farmers used to use it as an ingredient to make birdlime, a glue substance they would coat the branches of their trees in to catch small birds and sometimes, if the mix was strong enough, even birds of prey. And while some mistletoe plants count on birds and other animals that eat their berries to spread their seeds, some species take matters into their own hands and and build up water in their berries to the point that they literally explode, propelling the seeds at up to 30 miles per hour up to twenty feet! If there's a plant worth making up stories about, mistletoe is probably one of the most solid contenders.

And make up stories humanity did.

Possibly the most famous of these is about the Norse god Baldr. Baldr was the son of Odin and the brother of Thor and when he had a dream that he would die, his mother Frigg, went around to every plant and animal in the world and made them promise not to harm her son. They all agree, making Baldr unkillable. So unkillable that the gods made it a party trick to throw various dangerous items at Baldr during feasts just to watch them bounce off him, as one does. The only problem with this was that there was one plant that Frigg had either forgotten to ask or deemed so harmless that it didn't need to be asked. The lowly little spindly mistletoe. An opening like that can't be left unexploited and Loki, in his mischief, designed a weapon (a dart, an arrow, a spear depending on your story) and got Baldr's blind brother Hoth (or Hod or Hodr) to throw it. Sure enough, the mistletoe struck true and Baldr was killed. His death was the blow that presaged Ragnarok and the ending of the Norse gods' world.

Never neglect the little things.

Mistletoe isn't just associated with Norse stories though. The white seeds give off a sticky white sap and it shouldn't take much to figure out what humanity thought when they saw that. That's right - semen and fertility! The Celts saw it as the semen of their god of thunder, Taranis, and the Greeks called it 'oak sperm'. Yeah, that modern day tradition of kissing doesn't go half as hard as it could.

There is also some association with ancient Druids, though the only actual person we have to tell us so is Pliny, who described their harvesting methods for the plant as it grew on oak trees at midwinter. Some sensationalism may have been involved.

The Romans hung mistletoe over the doorways of their houses for protection and that habit carried through, hanging over European doorways and barns to ward off witches and lightning. Hanging mistletoe and other evergreens for the holidays came with rules though. You either had to take them down by the Epiphany, January 6th, or you had to leave them up for the new year when you could replace them with new branches. Taking them down after Epiphany was bad luck for the rest of the year otherwise.

It's jaggedly branching form wasn't just associated with lightning from the sky. Mistletoe was supposed to protect against epilepsy, lightning of the body, either by wearing a sprig of it under your clothes or, in more fancy style, having a knife hilt made from its wood. In fact there are several health traditions about mistletoe and its commonly called the cure-all in Appalachian remedy, good against a variety of nerve issues and hysteria. DO NOT DO THIS. Academic talk about folk cures aside, mistletoe is toxic. There are no recorded cases of mistletoe killing anyone and scientists are experimenting with medicinal uses for the plant - BIG HOWEVER mistletoe can lead to nausea, headaches and dizziness. In really bad cases, it can cause kidney and liver damage as well as heart and central nervous system problems.

Don't do mistletoe, kids. Stick to eating koolaid powder straight from the canister with a spoon.

Jumping back into the Christmas traditions, as an evergreen plant, mistletoe is often paired with holly and pine when decorating. And yes, the tradition of kissing under it goes back a long way. Remember it is a fertility plant. Unmarried women would try to steal sprigs of it from their local church's decorations to hide under their pillow. It was supposed to let them dream of their future husband. Likewise, a girl could predict her future marriage by burning an old sprig of mistletoe. If it burned steady, she'd have a good marriage ahead of her but if it burned in fits than her future marriage would be troubled. And yes, it is supposedly good luck to kiss under the mistletoe, one kiss for each of the berries plucked from it. Once all the berries are gone, no more kissing! And to ensure that those that did kiss under the mistletoe don't end up - gasp! - unmarried, the berryless sprig is to be burned on the Twelfth Night.

aw yeah, girl, you go get some!

#merry christmas #mistletoe #folklore #superstition #cottagecore #christmas traditions #christmas #loki #norse mythology #norse gods #toxic sperm berries #I am way too punchy to probably be writing these right now #herbology #herbalism

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bougiebutchbitch · 26 days

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okay I'm catching up on the second season of What If (only the gotg episodes and the loki & thor episodes, if there are any, because I literally care about nothing else in the MCU anymore) and

NEBULA LOSES GAMORA

HAS A RELIGIOUS (lesbionic) EXPERIENCE WITH NOVA PRIME

AND BECOMES A SPACE COP?????

AND GETS YONDU's ARROW??? (I love that it's such an Awesome McCool weapon that even though Yondu gets killed off left right and centre SOMEONE ELSE ALWAYS GETS THE ARROW BECAUSE HOLY FUCK THAT'S A BADASS POWER THAT WORKS SO WELL ON FILM/ANIMATION)

I am THRIVING

#my blue traumatised butch bitch (both of them)

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fanficshiddles · 1 year

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Out Of The Darkness, Chapter 10

‘Loki?’ Grace whispered tiredly as she lifted her head.

‘I’m here, petal.’ He whispered back, smoothing her hair out of her face.

He still had her cradled on his lap, it had been a few hours since she’d passed out in sheer exhaustion.

‘Did… did you get what you needed?’ Her voice had never sounded so small.

‘We did. Thanks to you for being so strong and brave.’ Loki smiled.

Grace shook her head. ‘No, not strong or brave. Everything he did, he made me do, I just did it. I didn’t fight back.’ Tears began to fall down her cheeks.

‘No, no.’ Loki cupped her face and turned her face towards him. ‘You are the bravest being I have ever met. Knowing that there were memories hidden, that you didn’t want to remember, but letting them come to life again anyway to try and help others… There’s nothing else that could make you stronger.’

‘But you… you’ve seen everything that he had me do. How can you see me like that?’ She cried, all the memories that had returned to her were swirling around her mind.

Loki used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. He leaned in and kissed her forehead softly.

‘Because even after everything he did, and made you do, for years… You’ve come out the other side and are trying to help other people, no matter how painful it is for you. And what he made you do, it doesn’t define you.’

‘But… all of that… disgusting things.’

‘It’s ok, it wasn’t you. You will never have to endure any of that, ever again.’ Loki said determinedly as he put a hand at the back of her head and cradled her in against his chest.

Something that she had pushed out of her mind had been times where Kilgrave made her do disgusting sexual acts for him. And Loki had seen them all… It made her feel so sick, remembering it all. But knowing that Loki knew what she’d done now too…

‘I give you my word, petal. I will never share what I saw with anyone. And it doesn’t change how I see you, or what I think of you. If anything, it makes me admire you even more with your strength.’ Loki could tell her mind was racing, thinking about what Loki had seen.

He gave her some more time to take everything in and gather herself. Then he took her to the kitchen to get something to eat, knowing she would be hungry and she really needed to eat. She didn’t want to, feeling sick, but she knew deep down that she had to and she was just over hungry.

Loki made her some macaroni cheese, he’d learned that was one of her favourite dishes. And he was pretty good at cooking.

‘Thank you, Loki… For everything.’ She said when he sat down with her to eat at the island counter.

‘You don’t need to keep thanking me, petal. Anything I can do for you, I will.’ He put his hand over hers briefly, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

After eating, of course Grace headed outside to do some gardening to clear her mind. Loki had some things to do with the team, but he made sure she was ok and had her music on before he left her. He made sure to check in on her every so often, she made him smile when he found her singing to the plants.

‘The things he made her do…’ Loki had to take a deep breath as his fists clenched hard.

‘But she’s safe now.’ Thor assured him.

‘Wait till I get my hands on that asshole.’ Loki snarled angrily.

‘Loki, you will not kill him. We need to catch him, alive. So he can pay for what he’s done.’ Steve said.

‘He can pay with his life.’ Loki snapped.

‘I’m not totally against what Loki is suggesting. He doesn’t deserve to live on this earth.’ Clint said while he was sharpening his arrows.

‘We don’t take lives, we rescue lives. If we can contain him, he can serve his life in prison.’ Natasha said.

‘And if we can’t contain him?’ Loki folded his arms over his chest and glared at Natasha.

‘Then… we do the next best thing and… kill him, I suppose.’ She shrugged.

‘Nat!’ Steve glared over at her.

‘Well, if we can’t contain him then we can’t just leave him running around out there. Loki’s not wrong in that he doesn’t deserve to live, though keeping him contained for the rest of his life would be the best option.’ Natasha said.

‘Or maybe we can change his views and have him on our side.’ Tony suddenly piped up with from the other side of the lab.

Loki’s head shot up to glare at him, his eyes blazing in anger. He started crossing the room towards him. ‘What did you just say?’

‘You heard what I said.’ Tony glared back at him.

‘That is not EVER going to be an option. You have no idea what he has done to Grace, what he’s done to other people.’ Loki snarled angrily.

‘We’ve all done bad things, Loki. But now look at us.’ Tony shrugged.

Loki launched for Tony, but Thor grabbed Loki and held him back.

‘Anything we’ve done does not compare to that monster. If you dare even think about that again I will rip your head off straight after I’ve ripped his off.’ Loki warned before backing off.

The team looked at one another nervously. Tensions were high now, they knew it would be worse when they actually caught Kilgrave.

‘You are all fools if you think anything but death is what he deserves. Grace has only told you all a tiny fraction of what she’s endured. What that… beast has done to her, is unforgivable. The pain he’s put her through, mentally and physically, if you all saw it, you wouldn’t even be considering anything else for him.’ Loki said before storming out of the lab, not helping them with what he’d been asked there for in the first place. He was so angry, he had to go throw some daggers.

That evening, Grace came inside and found Loki reading in the library.

‘Hey.’ She said quietly as she stood by the door.

‘Hey, petal. Are you ok?’ Loki bookmarked his place and put his book down.

She shrugged. ‘I guess so… Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you while you’re reading.’ She went to leave again but Loki stopped her.

‘Not at all. I just couldn’t bear being around those imbeciles for a second longer. But I can bear being around you.’ He grinned and patted the sofa next to him.

Grace smiled and joined him. He put his arm around her instantly, and was glad when she leaned into him straight away too. He kissed the top of her head, making her heart skip a beat.

‘How’s your garden?’ Loki asked, slowly stroking her upper arm.

‘Good… Vegetables and flowers are really growing.’

‘It’s all the tender love and care you’re giving them… And I’m sure your singing is helping too.’

She whipped her head round to look at him, eyes wide. ‘You know I do that?’

Loki chuckled. ‘I have heard you once or twice. I wouldn’t give up your day job… But not completely horrible to listen to, which is why the plants are thriving.’ He winked at her.

‘Good save.’ Grace laughed and elbowed him playfully.

‘So what’s made them imbeciles tonight?’ She asked.

‘Just usual stuff.’ Loki sighed.

‘You seem more pissed off than usual.’ Grace noted.

‘You can tell?’ Loki raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Grace nodded.

‘It’s just Stark being absolutely ridiculous with some new tech, that would likely blow this whole place up. He’s too thick to see big mistakes sometimes.’

‘Ah… The place blowing up would be a bit of an inconvenience wouldn’t it?’ Grace giggled.

‘It would indeed. We’d need to find somewhere else to live.’ Loki chuckled.

Grace closed her eyes as she leaned into Loki, just feeling safe and content. When she was with him, her thoughts and memories didn’t plague her in quite the same way. It was like he was a shield for her, too.

‘I was thinking, perhaps I could try and help train you to train your mind.’ Loki said after a moments silence.

‘What do you mean by that?’ She asked, keeping her eyes closed.

‘Well, I can teach you some techniques that will strengthen your mind. To help you be able to fight off any… unwanted visitors to your mind. Such as myself or others. If it would help to make you feel more secure, that is.’

Grace opened her eyes again and looked up at him. ‘That would be good… thank you.’

Loki smiled down at her and kissed the tip of her nose, making her giggle again. He was so relieved that she wasn’t completely shut down and back to square one after he invaded her mind. She was so much stronger than she gave herself credit for.

He was so proud of her.

And he told her so, just as she fell asleep curled up against his side.

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askatrigenderlgbt · 5 months

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Marvel Prompt!

(It was supposed to be just a regular day. Everything was perfect and peaceful, the heros could relax, and some could catch up on work that needed to be done. Then a rouge enchantress had to detonate an entire street to burst into flames. The Avengers rushed out quickly, Loki warnes being careful to avoid the flames as it is magical.

The battle was tough, the witch being tactical and an excellent fighter. Eventually though, the enchantress was cornered, there was no where to escape or much magic left to rely on. In a last desperate attempt to gain victory, she throws a spell out hitting three of the Avengers. Steve, Clint, and Loki were flung back and landed a few meters away. Despite that, it seemed like nothing happened, no mind control or hindering effect presenting itself. The witch howled with anger.)

Enchantress: *Furious* HOW?! You should be under my control, be hopelessly in love with me! How did you reject my magic so easily!?

Clint: *snorting* Yeah... No, you may look good but you are not my type.

Loki: *bemused* You also have a horrid attitude and personality. I don't know how anyone could fall for a wretch like you.

Steve: *amused* Sorry ma'am, but I already have someone else I'm looking at.

(It was Steve's words that froze the Enchantress. Genuine love for another person negates the spell she used, instead of being in control of them it is the person who they are in love with who shall have control. They will be loyal only to them, willing to to anything to protect that person.

Enchantress knew she had nothing on her side and had finally lost this battle. With her last bit of magic, however, she fired one last blast of magic at the closest Avenger. It was Tony. He couldn't move in time to avoid it, couldn't even react in time to raise his arms, he could only process the magic coming towards him.

Tony was shielded by magic, a forest green color he had become so familiar with. Loki was standing before him before he could blink. The god was pissed.)

Loki: *Wrathful* YOU DARE ATTACK MY LOVE?! YOU SHALL PAY!

(Loki wasn't the one to lash out though, it was Clint whom pinned the witch to the wall using his arrows. Steve had thrown his shield when the initial blast had been thrown, causing the witch to stumble. Now, Steve had retrieved his shield, walking towards her, pulled out magic restraining cuffs. Clint had rushed to Tony's side after he made sure she wouldn't be moving anytime soon.)

Clint: *Concerned* Tony! She didn't get you anywhere, any pain?

Tony: *Confused* What? No, she didn't get me at all. Lokes here had stepped in fast enough to shield me from harm.

Steve: *Serious* You better be telling the truth Tony, none of us like seeing you hurt. I've called Fury to come pick up the villain, so we'll be starting clean up pretty soon.

(Tony was so terribly confused about what was going on. It was normal for the Avengers to be protective with each other, but never had any of them had the sudden speed or feral behavior that the trio were showing. Then it clicked for Tony. The magic, it made sense now why they hadn't been mind controlled. They already were in love, and Tony knew that the 'ones' who they loved was him alone.

It didn't make sense to him, he denied it and tried to come up with a different answer. The truth couldn't be ignored. Loki, Clint, and Steve were giving him looks of fondness. Looks you'd see couples giving each other.

The nail in the coffin was their eyes. What should be their normal eye colors were replaced with Cupid pink, and almost seemed to sparkle with hearts inside the iris.)

Tony: *Hesitatent* Are you guys okay?

Loki: Of course, as if a cheap parlor magician could hurt me. If anything, I fear she's more dangerous to you due to her cunning wits of fighting.

Clint: *proud* Not a single scratch on me, Tony! The witch may have magic and technique on her side but I'm clearly superior in combat.

Steve: I'm alright, Tony. I am more worried about you than myself right now.

(Tony was flustered. He wasn't used to being cared for, nor was he ready to learn that three Avengers were in love with him. It didn't help that Tony had no idea how to fix this mess. He only knew that he was so screwed.)

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Uhh, so... Guys... I wrote a little drabble... *shifts nervously from one foot to the other* I really like it a lot - but there's a catch... It's not Loki or Tom related... 😅 It's another character I am currently obsessed with... 😅 Nevertheless, I just thought I am going to throw it out there, maybe somebody likes it. 😊

Warnings: a bit of the usual TWD stuff...

The Stranger with the Crossbow

The handsome stranger in the forest with the beautiful crossbow. It was all your mind could think about, as you laid there in your hammock, staring sleeplessly into the star speckled night sky. Who was he? It was a question that burned itself into your skull, since the moment you saw him. Who was he? And where did he come from? Obviously out of the thick bushes and woods. You didn't see him coming, though. Well... Luckily, he chose to go that way. Without him, you'd have ended as walker feed...

The small group of walkers came out of nowhere. You had just been out to gather some firewood, when they suddenly attacked you. One against three - clearly not fair. You were in such situations before. It was nothing new... nowadays - and it certainly wasn't like you couldn't fight, but this whole situation took you by surprise, leaving you stunned, like frozen to the ground - a deer caught in the headlights. You've already seen your life rushing past you. Memories flooded your mind, beginning in your childhood, passing over to your teenage years at college and finally molding into your young adult life. The images of lost family members and friends at the forefront of your brain. This was it, you thought. I am going to die. Right here, right now. You didn't even recognise the fearful cries and screams leaving your throat.

But then the unbelievable happened. The impossible happened. An arrow rushed passed you, drilled itself straight into the skull of the closest walker attacking you, his body sinking lifeless to the ground. Two more arrows followed the first, extricated you from the plight you were in and saving your life. You quickly turned your head, searching for the origin of your saving grace. You didn't need to search long. Your gaze collided with a stranger, standing a few meters away from you. It was a man. A man with a crossbow.

While you were reflecting what had happened that evening and still pondering about the two questions you asked yourself, the next one penetrated your mind. Why did he save you? He could've easily leave you to your fate and just walk away - but he didn't... Why?

You took a deep breath, inhaling the cold night air, before you closed your eyes. You could still see him standing there. Right in front of you, as clear as day... His tall figure shimmered in the orange rays of the sinking sun, making him almost look like an angel. Perhaps he was one? The slightly shabby clothes he wore didn't damage his appearance in the slightest. Quite the opposite... It fitted him. You couldn't imagine him to wear something different. The black shirt with torn off sleeves he wore, underneath the black leather vest. A dirty, brown jeans with a few rips and holes here and there, wound itself around his lower body. Black boots completed his outfit. It couldn't be more perfect - especially not with the crossbow slung over his shoulder.

You remembered, how you slowly stood up from the dirt, moss and leaves covered forest ground. Your eyes never left him. Once you had both your feet planted firmly back on the earth, you had been brave enough to look your saviour in the eyes. Dark brown orbs were looking back at you, threatening you to lose yourself in them. His gaze was earnest, but nevertheless held some kind of sympathy and kindness to it. A brown, slightly greyish beard spread mainly over his upper lip and chin, making him look even more manly. His dark brown hair didn't reach his broad shoulders yet. The strands softly swayed in the chill evening breeze.

The muscles in his upper body flexed, as he readjusted the crossbow. A thin layer of dirt and sweat covered his masculine arms. With a last look at you and without saying a single word, he turned around and walked away. All you could do was stare after him. You noticed the pair of beautiful beige angel's wings sewn on the back of his leather vest.

You reopened your eyes, gazed again in the beautiful night sky.

The handsome stranger in the forest, with his crossbow and angel's wings.

Could it be love at first sight? Did something like this even exist? You didn't know. But what you certainly knew, was that you wanted to see him again. How, was the only question left. Where to begin? You didn't even know his name. He could be everywhere and nowhere.

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The Refugee: Chapter 44

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Between the two men and several stories below their feet Lenora sat, hearing the entirety of their conversation as it echoed down the walls of the pit. Lenora fought back tears.

He's bluffing, she thought, He must be...I hope. But it doesn't matter because I'm going to find a way out of this and I'm going to run again...as far as I can. No one will find me or fool me or hurt me or even come near me ever again. I'll become impenetrable. I'll build even thicker walls. I'll disappear.

She evaluated her situation, forcing her breath to slow as she looked around. Her mouth was gagged, but not magically so. Her hands were bound with both rope and the now-invisible script of a Heksejotun spell suppressing her ability to use any magic. Aside from all of this, there was a gigantic...something...just on the other side of the iron bars, and if eyes and breath could seem hungry, these did. It's a puzzle, Lenora. Just a fun little puzzle. You like puzzles, she told herself as she looked for solutions. Loki's smooth deep voice, which had been so gentle, loving and seductive to her, shot his biting words like arrows into her heart. She tried to ignore the pain.

I fail to see how I've been softened. She's useful and I've used her well, disciplined her into my service. She's certainly clever, I'll give you that, but the girl is not why I'm here, Laufey. Keep her if you'd like, she's served her purpose well enough.

Charming, she thought, trying to roll her eyes at it instead of bursting into tears. First, the gag. Maybe I can wiggle out of that.

Lea looked around for some edge to run the fabric against and lift it off of her head, but not so sharp that it would impale her as soon as she leaned against it a bit too hard. The walls of the pit were slick and icy, affording no such surfaces. Looking over to where the iron bars stood she spotted the raised corner of a hinge, but that would require getting a little too close for comfort to the mystery beast housed within. Seeing no other option, she decided to take the chance, sneaking silently around the wall of the pit, as the cold slab of ice against her back chilled her. Although she had the thick cloak and Midgardian clothes on, she felt cold and naked without her armor and swords.

Listening closely, she noticed the beast's breathing had settled into low deep gusts, and now snores. Perfect, she thought, inching along the last tiny stretch to the protruding edge. She pressed her head lightly against it to mark its position through touch in the extremely faint light. Crouching and raising over and and over again to adjust her height, she struggled to catch the edge of the fabric upon the hooked metal. She felt the cold ever-so-slightly less, in a wave of nervous heat and adrenaline, as she slid up and down repeatedly seeking to catch the metal. The beast began to grumble, waking slowly and groggily. Now she was panting with her effort and a threatening panic. Forcing her breath to still into longer inhales and exhales, Lea refocused, stilled her trembling, and attempted again, moving more slowly and carefully. The negotiation happening above her still echoed down to her ears, buzzing against her mind and stinging it, wasp-like.

Come now. That union will be advantageous for my public image. She has the people's hearts and I don't have to tell you how valuable that is...a powerful manipulation at my disposable. Besides, concubines and mistresses are always plentiful and willing. Clearly you have no scruples about putting a bastard on the throne.

Find another cow, one that can breed, to put your ridiculous crown on. The girl stays here, as my resource. She's talented...

Oh, you have no idea how much so, which is why I'd like to keep her. But no matter, maybe her...talents...are a bit too distracting to me. Anyway, your point, Laufey...

She sighed with relief as the strip finally caught the hook. Fighting and jostling with the tight bind squeezing around her skull, she bore her body down in a final forceful pull, pleading with gravity to do the rest. Suddenly, the beast lunged at the bars with a deafening roar and slashed a gigantic paw through the slats. Flinching and screaming noiselessly around the gag, she jerked downwards too quickly, allowing the hooked metal to tear out a clump of hair along with the gag. As Lea scrambled away from the bars, she was shocked into total silence, feeling the new wound and the blood trickling down from her scalp in a hot radiating ache.

She heaved several long exhales, ecstatic that her mouth was now free to accept air once again. Sitting heavily in the heap of snow, opposite the enclosure, she observed the creature who now sat with its face close against the bars. It just stared, seeming more curious than aggressive. Lenora studied it, as her eyes scanned up and mouth dropped open at its towering presence.

Kill her? What an astonishingly idiotic waste of resources that would be. I know Frost Giants aren't exactly known for their brilliant sense of strategy but...

Hearing this, it suddenly occurred to Lea that Loki was stalling, which meant he might have a plan, but she would never bet on him playing the knight to rescue her.

The enormous lizard sitting across from her had leathery blue skin glimmering with iridescent scales. When it opened its mouth she could see teeth, white as bone and sharp as pikes, each one larger than her own hand. Great, she thought. They have a dragon. Laufey's going to feed me to a fucking dragon.

The last thing to catch her eye was a red circle of Heksejotun script branded into the creature's forehead. She felt sympathy for it then, having been in similar circumstances. Interpreting the script she realized it was the creature's name. Blaatand, meaning “Blue Tooth.” Not very creative, she thought, with a shrug. Calculating, Lea reasoned that if this creature was domesticated enough to be branded, perhaps it was also trained to respond to its name and commands. It was worth a try.

“Blaatand.” She whispered in Heksejotun, “sit!” and to her astonished amusement, the creature did just that. Still standing at what she hoped was a safe distance from his claw, she said quietly and with a tremor in her voice, “give paw!” The creature obliged, smacking its huge claw between the bar so that the tips cracked the icy floor. “Ahh...good...boy?” She said, and he lolled out his tongue like a proud puppy. Under other circumstances, she realized this would be hilarious. “Stay!” she said coming closer cautiously. Lea needed those claws, so she came closer, walking on feet unsteady with fear. Very gingerly, she reached up her bound hands and patted the enormous paw gently, saying, “Good boy, Baatand. Good boy. Stay! Stay...”. He obeyed gladly as Lea carefully placed her hands on either side of a lethally sharp talon and began to saw at the central knot binding her wrists.

The dragon suddenly shuddered, withdrawing his paw with a snarl as an image of Loki appeared beside her, flashing brightly in the dark cell.

“Goddamit, Loki! What are you doing? I almost had it,” she hissed at him.

He rolled his eyes. “You're welcome. I came to save you while my corporeal form is still chatting with Laufey. Do you want my help or not?”

“Shhhh. You're not helping. Turn invisible. You've spooked him.”

Loki did just that as Lea called for Blaatand's paw again and began sawing away quickly. As the ropes released with a snap, she said, “Good boy, Blaatand! Go lay down now,” and the dragon obliged. She shook off the ropes and immediately tried to work at the Heksejotun spell, though it was still invisible, and only received another painful zap for her trouble.

She cursed and Loki became visible again. Forgetting he couldn't touch her, his holographic hand passed right through her. He shook his head, annoyed. “I can't touch you with my magic to undo this.”

“Wait,” Lea said, observing that as his hand passed through her wrist, the script unveiled itself as two bright red glowing circles. She realized then that his will had summoned it into visibility, even though his body wasn't there. Now, able to see and interpret the text, the pieces of a solution fell into place .

Lea took a moment to read the script and the idea struck her. “You don't need to. This isn't Asgardian magic, this is Heksejotun magic. It's preformed through words, spoken by those with Jotun blood. She looked up to him, pleading, “You're Jotun, are you not?”

He glared. “You needn't remind me.”

“Okay...” she hissed, “Shut up. I'm reading. You can release it by saying a word, but it has to be the right one. Heksejotun hexes are made to be undone with a keyword from the same sentences that created them. I just have to figure out which one.

Loki smiled and nodded saying breathlessly, “Good...good. But could you go a bit faster, please? This is a long time for even me to keep talking before it gets suspicious.”

“Shut up! I'm trying.”

After a long pause she said, “Here we go. It's this word...kloev...kloev. You have to pronounce it correctly. Listen carefully.”

“Or what? What will happen?”

She huffed, then hissed, “Bad things...Loki! Very bad things. So pay attention! Kloev. Say it...you can do this.

He took a deep breath, stared at the red letters, and said as clearly and precisely as possible, “kloev.”

As Loki's image bickered with Lenora below, his corporeal body schemed with Laufey above.

“Kill her? What an astonishingly idiotic waste of resources that would be. I know Frost Giants aren't exactly known for their brilliant sense of strategy, but that is a bit dull even for a Jotun. I propose a different deal, Laufey.”

“Oh, have you decided to come to a point?”

Loki glared. “Yes. I challenge you to the Ancient Contest.”

“Under what terms?”

“If I win, Jotunheim is mine, not at some distant time of your death, but immediately as you die upon my blade in combat...and of course the girl lives and belongs to me...for strategic purposes, but mostly, quite honestly, for my pleasure,” he said, winking at the last part.

“And when I win in combat against my weakling son?”

“If you win, Laufey,” Loki said, putting up a warning finger. “If you win, Jotunheim remains in your hands, and my own empire will be yours. You will have both realms, and you gain a willing and allegiant heir upon your death. Additionally you would have my word, upon the unbreakable contract of the Ancient Contest, not to attempt your assassination. Believe me, without an oath even I couldn't break, I would be sorely tempted. As far as the girl...well, you could do with her as you please, and I will find an empress who can bear heirs for your lineage.”

Laufey considered for several long silent moments. The lure of an accord which the trickster would be unavoidably bound to with his life was enough to sway him. Looking down upon his runt of a child, he had no doubt of his own victory, and his reward. For a cunning man, Laufey thought to himself, he is certainly making a foolish choice. Perhaps he does love her. Only love could cause such desperation.

“Very well, Loki Laufeyson.” The Jotun king said as he strolled down to stand face to face with Loki, extending his hands. They gripped each others forearms as the blinding white script of the Ancient Contest encircled their wrists then vanished. “You have until sunrise, prepare well.” Loki only nodded, then strolled out with the same arrogant bearing he strode in with, seeming entirely unpressed by the enormity of the deal he just struck or the weight of Lenora's fate on his mind.

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