#loki has a stabbing problem

[literaryavenger]

Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related. 

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training. 

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch. 

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity. 

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do. 

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked. 

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down. 

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing. 

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo. 

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days. 

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely. 

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life. 

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it. 

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates. 

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me. 

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear. 

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with. 

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?” 

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?” 

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!” 

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” 

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again. 

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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[justcressida]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- DEAR SAİNTESS

"I was granted the death I desperately longed for, only to be caught up in a second life no different than the first. And yet, here I am, doing everything I can to stay alive."

Record Of Ragnarok X Rudbeckia De Borgia! Reader

PS: I'm a foreigner okay? Language problems. Part 2?

A beautiful smile, a radiant gaze, and a gentle aura. No matter what, just smile and pass. You've done just that all your life, and your end hasn't changed yet.

While your desire for death was never ending, when you finally died, you were somehow resurrected with all of humanity. for Ragnarok.

LOKİ

Okay, you were too weird even for someone like him. He was just bored and wanted to mess with mortals, but...

Why are you smiling? He wanted you to be scared or raging, but there you are, with a gentle smile on your face. Yet that master of lies saw your trembling hands no matter how well you played.

Maybe it was meant to be enjoyed, but... Did it really scare you that much?

Okay, he hadn't had the fun he wanted, and the rage of Humanity's first victory was still running through his veins, but somehow you got his attention.

I mean, come to think of it, what mortal would smile at someone who tormented him so much?

Out of sheer curiosity, he chased after you and started spying on you.

And he saw the scars on his back. Whip marks, stab marks.

How did you have so many wounds when even a warrior didn't have that many wounds?

Moreover, Ragnarok had resurrected humanity in its most wonderful period.

Was this your greatest period?

With your pretty face and those horrible scars on your body?

He was obviously extremely intrigued, and Loki's curiosity is obsession.

He will solve the mystery of this beautiful mortal.

THOR

Although too busy a man to care for a mortal, Thor was quick to discover Loki's new obsession.

Is it a mortal? Really Loki?

Still, he couldn't help being caught up in this beautiful mortal. The mortal's bright beautiful eyes, shapely face, bright lips, and beautiful hair.

Still, he doesn't understand why this mortal has such a bad reputation. No matter how beautiful mortal she was, everyone looked at this beautiful woman with disgust.

Thor doesn't like to go undercover like Loki, so he'll talk directly to your face.

"Who are you mortal?"

In fact, he said it without expression, too much even for a mortal.

Still, the hammer in his hand, his tall stature and intimidating gaze didn't help at all.

You tried to smile, unable to stop yourself from shaking like a kitten.

"Uh- d-did I do something wrong?"

Your kind words even though you tremble like a kitten, your attempt to smile despite the fear, and most of all your beautiful voice.

He had heard that this beautiful mortal was famous for his voice, but this velvety tone of voice softened his cold heart.

"What's your name, mortal?"

"Well m-my name is Y/N."

Y/N.

A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.

Maybe, Thor thought. Maybe this beautiful mortal isn't as bad as rumors.

#Record of ragnarok x reader #ror thor #ror thor x reader #Ror loki #Ror loki x reader #Ror x reader #snv x reader #snv loki #snv thor #Snv thor x reader #snv loki x reader #How to get my husband on my side

[gayometer]

Can I maybe ask for a (idontgiveafuck)!Y/N

Like they really don't give shit to anything. Poseidon or Adamas insults them and they're like: Aight cool. 😐

Someone stabs a knife to their chest and they be like: Wow. Really? A knife?

Accidentally stub their toe? "Okay. Could've been worse"

Literally nothing fazes them at all. They just accepts everything with that 😐 face

It do be like that sometimes

I'll do gods and humans, not separated by character since that will be EXTREMELY long. Also I'll shorten that to Neutral! Y/N This has made me realize how little humans there are to gods.

ZEUS who finds your indifference funny and likes to watch the other gods get frustrated at your "blatant disrespect"

POSEIDON who takes every little thing you do as you seeing him less then perfect and not your superior.

HADES who finds you amusing and makes it his mission to make you smile. After all he made Poseidon smile before so what's the difference?

ADAMAS who also doesn't take lightly your "disrespect" and easily gets frustrated by your indifferent nature.

APHRODITE who finds you adorable and like to squish your cheeks to make you smile.

HERMES who hides his frustration behind his prankster nature.

ARES who tries his best to not do something "dumb" and constantly thinks you're judging him.

HERACLES who sees you no differently and will do the bulk of your conversations.

SHIVA who also makes it his mission to make you smile, all though he'll be pleased with any type of reaction from you that isn't your normal indifferent responses.

BUDDHA who accepts your indifference and just gives you sweets.

ODIN who actually prefers you the way you are since you don't act scared or overly formal with him. He also likes the silence between you two.

ZERO who thinks you're always sad and tries to cheer you up with his little bird friend.

LOKI who will stop at nothing to get a reaction out of you no matter how low or high he has to go.

THOR who also prefers how quiet you are, much more tolerable then his brother.

BEELZEBUB who doesn't have much of an opinion but wishes to know more about you, after all you're always in the presence of those stronger then you but you treat them all like they're equal (or "lesser" then you in some of the others opinions).

ADAM who sees no problem in you since he's the same.

SASAKI who only wishes you'll smile more. But does enjoy chatting with you, even if it's one-sided.

QIN SHI who is torn between leaving you alone and doing the most ridiculous things to try and get a reaction out of you.

JACK THE RIPPER who sees you as someone he can vent to and who will keep his secrets.

RAIDEN who likes to bother you and sees you a little sibling.

LU BU who is torn between thinking you're disrespecting him and enjoying the fact that you're so neutral meaning he can actually sit in silence with someone.

TESLA who sees you as a person to rant about science even if you don't respond.

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

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Madam,Please : Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (17) An experience of your leadership in the field awakens something new in your secret lover. (w/c 4.1k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki x Soft!Dom Reader. Masturbation. Spanking. Edging. PV Sex. Language. Mild violence.

“Who has eyes on the target? He can’t get away.” you said firmly, earpiece crackling as blood pooled in the crevices. “I do. Execute?” Clint’s voice muttered, clearly aimed at the target from on high. “Negative, Barton – it’s too risky, he’s loading the bio-weapon. He’ll have it rigged. This needs to be from eyes on the ground.” You ran towards the smoking block ahead. Thor’s hammer swung mercilessly beside you, bodies littered around your feet with every step, leaking canisters of home-made explosives ready to blow.

You had been working on this lead for months. It needed to work. “I need all sub-team side B of the building, away from the target. A and C are clear. Barton has them covered.” “Yes Ma’am.” several voices confirmed.

An explosion rocked to your left, throwing Thor with a loud crunch against the wall. Dust stung your eyes, catching in your throat as you coughed through the haze, your fist meeting the face of an opportunistic opponent.

“Laufeyson, it’s on you. Execute the objective.” you commanded, pressing the earpiece in with a wince against your wounds.

“What about Thor? Looks like he took quite a tumble. Should I not tend to him?” Loki’s unperturbed voice rolled through the frequency. Even in the heat of battle, he was smirking, you could tell. “Laufeyson, take that son of a bitch down immediately.” you shouted, scanning the perimeter for any sign of the god getting on your last nerve. “Are you sure, Agent?” he goaded in your ear. He would already be on his way; covertly sneaking up on the vigilante scientist loading biological warfare onto a truck while his replaceable followers lay dying. But you weren’t in the mood for games. Not on your mission-leading debut. “That’s a direct order, Laufeyson.” you spat. “Follow it.” There was silence on the earpiece. A roar thundered from the side as a bloodied goon charged at you from behind an upended SUV. You ducked before stabbing him upwards in the soft flesh of his throat. “Understood, Madam.” Loki purred. His voice was lush velvet, the timbre vibrating through the nub nestled in your ear. Within seconds you heard a loud yell from the other side of the building, machine gun fire rattling fruitlessly at the sky. Screams followed, a loud crunch echoing across the dusty landscape as your secret lover followed your order with finesse.

Silence reigned as the team waited with bated breath. Thor stirred back to consciousness at your feet, blood trickling across his brow as a low hum radiated from the radio. “The day is yours, Madam.” Loki murmured calmly through the comms. –-- Morning light flooded the conference room as you shuffled papers at the podium, waiting for the chattering team to leave. The debrief had gone as expected, and Rogers seemed happy – that was the important thing after all, you thought; internally rolling your eyes. You cleared your throat as Thor and Loki hung back, discussing something animatedly in hushed tones at their seats. “Laufeyson, I need a word” you said, as Thor grinned. “In trouble with the boss, brother?” he winked, “my my, some things never change I suppose.”

“It’s just one mission, Thor, don’t get excited…” you muttered, heat rising in your cheeks as the blonde swaggered towards the door. “You say that now Y/N, but I have a feeling my brother and I will be taking orders from you again very soon, mark my words” he chuckled, throwing Loki a wave as he made his exit. Your eyes rose to where Loki sat, straight-backed with his hands clasped on the table. His smouldering gaze bore into you, the deep blues of his irises singing across the empty room. You cleared your throat again. “Do you have a problem with me leading missions, Loki? His lips curled in a smile before parting, releasing a dark chuckle as he shook his head. “No, darling. I most certainly do not.” Your hand edged to the side to push the door closed, the other grasping towards the pull of the blinds.

“Y/N…there are too many people. We must be sensible.” His words made you pause, turning back to face him. You strode to the table, watching his eyebrows rise as you leant forwards, palms flat on the cool wood. “I don’t want to fuck you, Loki…” you hissed, “I want to know why you were such an arse out there yesterday and what I’m going to do about it.” Your heart pounded as his gaze searched your face with amusement, every twitch of his lips making you more infuriated. He leant forward, forefinger curling across his chin as he fought to contain a smile. “I’m afraid that I may have discovered a vacant need within myself” he said quietly, sliding the finger thoughtfully across his lips. You frowned, folding your arms. He looked up at you with widened eyes, the resulting creases of his brow making him appear almost innocent. “Can I assume that our arrangements for tonight are still valid, given my insubordination?” Loki drew his lip between his teeth as he lifted an eyebrow subtly, testing your true level of annoyance. You nodded.

“Suffice to say I have no issue with you being in control, Y/N” he whispered as he stood. His fingers flickered, a tinge of seidr vibrating the air as he circled the table and kissed you deeply. Loki's warm tongue caressing yours was heaven after a week estranged from his bed by mission preparation, his touch hitting your bloodstream like liquor. Too soon, he withdrew; his concealing enchantment fading. “In fact, I wish to submit to you entirely, darling” he murmured, straightening a pen on the table below. “Entirely.” Your lips parted, questions staggering on the tip of your tongue. “Later, kitten.” he winked, before turning abruptly and striding from the room. ---

Loki’s parting words ran through your mind for the rest of the day. The corridor to his rooms stretched before you, heels clicking as you passed the familiar paintings and plants that adorned the hallway. Entirely, he’d said. Submit to you entirely. He had slipped a note in your hand a few hours ago. It explained everything in a few sentences. And it included a safeword; Rogers. You slipped behind his unlocked door, a wave of smooth jazz music playing softly through the speakers. “Loki?” you said quietly, finding your voice as nerves fluttered in your stomach. The cautious steps of your high heels softly scraped the wooden floors as he emerged from the bedroom. The warm flickering of a dozen candles danced teasingly across his chest, bouncing off every crevice of his chiselled abdomen as he leant seductively in the doorframe with a coy smile. A pair of grey jersey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the waistband clinging to the taunt skin. Soft lighting cast long shadows on the walls, illuminating his beautiful face in their aura. His cheekbones cut sharply in the contrast, those smouldering eyes observing you silently; waiting for you to speak. You cleared your throat, trying not to be overcome by your need to launch at his body and rollick him backwards to the bed. A week was a long time when you were used to covertly fucking Loki Laufeyson multiple times a day. His lips twitched in amusement. “Just remember, love...command me, as you did yesterday, and I think you will enjoy it. I know I will. Are you sure you’re happy to proceed?” A surge of adrenaline ignited inside you, bubbling to the surface as he noted the change in your eyes with a nod. “I give the orders around here, Laufeyson.” you said, enunciating every syllable. You made your way to the wing-back chair beside the curtains, sitting with your legs spread, forearms resting on your knees. The patent leather of your expensive heels glinted in the candlelight, the material of your combat suit clinging to your curves like paint. You watched his eyes roam up your body, mentally pulling down the zipper at your chest. “Take off the sweatpants.” you ordered, “slowly.”

His fingers flew to the waistband in preparation for a sharp tug. You shook your head, tutting. “I said slowly…” you murmured, raising an eyebrow. He obeyed, sliding the fabric over his hips at a glacial pace, exposing that deliciously toned body bit by bit as the soft material pooled around his ankles. His cock bounced upwards on its release, already hard as rock. “Come here.” you murmured. His bare feet paced the floor, standing in front of you so his engorged manhood was tauntingly close to your lips. It quivered against your warm breath, only inches away. “Kneel, Loki.” you said firmly, knowing exactly the effect your words would have. A crease formed momentarily across his brow as he considered them, his eyes glazing over with lust. You sighed in frustration, sliding yourself upright and crossing your legs. “Laufeyson. I said, kneel.” Loki sank to his knees, his gaze trialling upwards with silent adoration. Your eyes crawled across his naked form presented before you, thick thighs creating an inviting expanse where he rested on the balls of his feet. The god's fingers spread on his knees, biceps flexing gently as he re-adjusted his stance. The chiselled lines of his body flowed in perfect precision up his torso, wide shoulders bent forwards in submission. Raven hair that haunted your every waking fantasy fell around his jaw as he looked up at you with reverence. Ready to begin. “I am at your service, Madam.” Loki’s deep voice held no trace of mischief as he bowed his head, steady breaths making his shoulders rise and fall. “I like watching you touch yourself; I like seeing you so needy. Do that for me...” you murmured, “but no finishing until I tell you, yes?” Loki whispered his understanding as he slid his folded legs wider, edging his hips forward. That perfect cock never failed to make your mouth water. Long, thick and pale as moonlight with a pink flush; it was so undeniably him, you thought, as his fingers curled around the base. He raised his chin upwards, the longing in his eyes making you want to pounce on his lap. “May I?” A flicker of amusement laced the sincerity as he fought the urge to add an additional remark. You nodded. “Slowly, Loki...very slowly” you said, as you began to unzip the top of your combat suit.

Loki groaned at the sight as his fist slid up his cock, the skin pulling tantalisingly at the tip before he returned to the base. His hips thrust upwards as his body fought the tortuously slow movement. The grip tightening around his straining manhood as he milked every ounce of pleasure from his orders. You stood, unclasping the holster belt slung around your hips and letting it clatter to the floor. The metal buckle smacked harshly against the wood making your lover whimper. He loved that belt. Loki moaned longingly as you unzipped the remaining inches of the suit, beginning to strip it from your body as you paced a measured circle around him.

“Who is your commander?”

Your voice sounded strong. Every inch the leader you had felt yesterday with a team of Earth’s protectors hanging on your every word.

“You, Y/N.” Loki gasped, the effort of maintaining the deliberate, infuriating pace of his strokes making his muscles quiver. The hand not wrapped around his cock grasped for purchase on his thigh, fingernails digging into the taunt flesh. You leant down, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as Loki’s breath hitched. “That’s not how you address me, soldier.” “You, Ma'am...M-Madam.” he spluttered, his eyes screwed shut. You paced to the front again, reclining back in the chair wearing only his favourite dark green lingerie and those sinful heels. Loki opened his eyes, the immediate gape of his mouth and accompanying slanted eyebrows betraying his utter unravelling. You placed one ankle delicately on his bare shoulder, widening your thighs. He exhaled loudly as he stroked himself, lips ghosting across your calf only millimetres away. “Will you allow me?” he panted, wetting his lips as your calf rubbed back and forth across his skin, his eyes resting ravenously between your open legs. “Do you want to touch me, Laufeyson? Do you want to bury your pretty face between my thighs? Your needy cock, perhaps?” you cooed, sliding your fingers into your silk panties. He whined through parted lips, his breaths shortening. “Do you want the privilege of worshipping my body?” You chuckled, watching a small spasm roll through him as he fought to contain himself. “I thought so. But you’ll have to prove your loyalty to me first. I’m not sure you’ve earned it, considering your disobedience yesterday.” You massaged your clit lightly beneath the silk, watching Loki’s brow furrow in desperation. His eyes fluttered shut as the knuckles on his right hand turned white, palming himself tightly in time with his staggered breaths. So slowly. “Stop.” you said, watching his fingers squeeze the column of flesh before reluctantly releasing. “Show me to the bedroom.” He rose on shaky legs, the long muscles of his thighs bulging on ascent. Loki’s lean torso unfurled, his hair flicking back over his bare shoulders making your pussy clench. He extended his hand, pulling you upwards gently so you stood inches apart. The urge to throw yourself against him was almost unbearable. Loki led you to the bedroom how you imagined he would escort a partner during an entrance to an Asgardian ball. The thought made you swell with love for him as he paused, eyes flickering nervously to the inviting mattress. “Hands and knees on the bed, Laufeyson.” you smouldered, casting a glance to the table set up to the side. Two items were laid in perfect alignment across a silken cloth, presented for your consideration. Leather, of course. A paddle. Your fingers reached for the second. Handcuffs. You flexed the thick leather cuffs in your hands, admiring the dark brown sheen as Loki arranged himself on the bed. He was kneeling, palms flat on the soft covers. Seeing your approach, he silently extended his wrists towards you, straightening his arms with his head bowed. You slipped on the cuffs, noticing his fingertips touch together like prayer before his eyes met yours. “Thank you, Madam.” he purred, as you pulled the binding tight. Loki hissed, lowering his head again. You ran your hands through his hair, forcing his head up with a sharp tug.

“Here’s how you will prove your loyalty to me, Laufeyson. You will take the punishment I deem appropriate; you will ensure I am satisfied. And then, I may forgive you for your...what did you call it? 'Insubordination'.” Loki murmured his approval, sliding his bound wrists down the mattress. His head slotted between his elbows, arms straight as his back slanted upwards; the perfect ass presented for absolution. “Mmmm, good boy” you praised, sliding your hand underneath his stomach and giving his straining cock a sharp pump. He gasped, groaning loudly on the exhale as your touch left as quickly as it had arrived. “Good boys are rewarded under my command, Laufeyson. But only when they prove worthy of receiving it.” You lifted the paddle, brushing the soft leather across your lips as you observed Loki positioned on the bed. He was glorious. His pale skin shimmered like pearl in the low light, the defined muscles of his back clenching and relaxing with every heavy breath. As you watched, he slid his thighs further apart, opening himself to your control. A mess of dark curls was all you could see of his head, toned arms encasing it as his fingers grasped at the bedsheets with anticipation. You would never tired of running your eyes over that tight ass, the firm flesh which relented under your needy fingertips pushing him deeper into your hot cunt. But not tonight. Loki whimpered as you trailed the side of the paddle down his spine. “Are you ready, soldier?” you muttered, coyly; knowing his answer. “Madam, please” came his muffled response. You struck him sharply, the stinging whoosh-thwack vibrating briefly in the air as it met his willing flesh. He thrust forward, a primal moan escaping him. “Again. Harder. Please.” he whined, fingers winding in the sheets below as his wrists pressed against the leather cuffs. You struck him, the moreish sound of the paddle against his taunt skin driving you feral. Again and again, you worked him. Every smack met with a jolting groan as you drove him to the edge beneath your control. You could feel rampant wetness sliding between your thighs, soaking through the gusset of your underwear. God, he was so fucking hot. Always so unbearably- whoosh-thwack - fucking hot. His cock hung at an angle, hovering as gravity willed it down from his raised hips. He was dripping. Beads of pre-cum were soaked in small circles on the sheets as his manhood fought to control its desire. Poor baby, you thought, smiling to yourself as you tapped the paddle on your thigh. “You did well, Laufeyson. I’m impressed.” you said firmly, smacking the leather a final time against your palm, making him wince. “Look at me, please.” Loki’s face rose from where it had been pressed into the mattress. His lips were parted, smeared with shameless drool brought forth from messy grunts of painful pleasure. His ass was stinging, bright patches of red beginning to fade as he knelt back on his heels, meeting your gaze cautiously. “Are you ready to satisfy your commander?” you purred, kicking off your heels. “Do you think you are worthy?” His eyes flickered upwards, ablaze with barely controlled lust as you stood in front of your bound lover. Loki’s eyebrows twitched apologetically, his lips forming words that didn’t come.

“You may speak.” you murmured, sliding the sides of your panties down as Loki’s jaw slackened. “I...I believe I am worthy, Madam. If that is your...your…” he swallowed as you crawled towards him on the bed, your breasts cupped perfectly in that sinful bra; your fingers curling around his thick cock, “...desire.” “It is.” you whispered in his ear, feeling him shudder as you straddled his wide lap; avoiding the straining cock begging for attention. “Lie back.” Loki obeyed, falling gracefully backwards on the bed as you slid your hands up his arms; willing them to rise. Your palms caressed his taunt biceps, running up to the wrists before quickly attaching his cuffs to the bedframe above his head. The god's breath hitched as you leant forward, pressing your cleavage gently against his muscled chest. You buried your face in his neck, inhaling the heavy scent that clung to his warm skin, his tousled curls. He released a loud moan as you slid your soaked pussy over his arousal, the hard length dragging tortuously between your folds. “Will you follow my orders, Laufeyson?” you keened, thrusting softly against the hardness pressed flush against his stomach. Loki released a needy growl, his widened thighs squirming against the bed.

"I will do anything you ask, a-anything, just p-please darling...Madam...fuck me, by all the gods I beg you...” “Pleasure me, Laufeyson. And restrain yourself until I say otherwise. Those are your orders.” You leveraged your hips above his desperate length, enjoying the sight of his neck straining forwards to catch a glimpse of his cock sinking inside your heat. “Fuuuuuck….” he moaned loudly, the guttural groan making you clench around his girth; producing another wave of pleasure tumbling from his throat. He tugged at the restraints, fingers grasping at air as he sought to dig them into your skin. Loki would usually be running his hands over your waist, gripping your ass, directing your pleasure, pushing you further on to his rigid arousal. But not tonight. Your lover's chin pressed to his chest as those kaleidoscope eyes seared into yours. You could feel him slide his feet closer to his body, thighs pressing against your back. “You are so beautiful, commander…” he murmured, brow creased in concentration as he tried not to blow his load, “it is my h-honour to uhhhh...s-service you, your obedient...obed-...Madam...fuck.” Loki thrust upward with his powerful hips. Even without hands to guide you, his legs balanced your body from behind as you took what you wanted. You rode him gently at first, a small mercy as he whimpered beneath your unrelenting pace. His stare ran hungrily over every inch of your body, uneven pants becoming louder in tune with your rising moans. With every drop of your hips his biceps flexed in desperation, the defined landscape of shoulder muscle rippling under the strain. “Gods...helvete... I’m going to...stop..stop, faen” he whined, thrashing against the binds. You cooed, slowing the gyrating of your hips. Leaning forwards, you bit the exposed curve of his bicep as his breaths staggered, his aborted orgasm ebbing. Your teeth grazed over the skin, sucking gently as he hissed beneath you. “Good boy…” you whispered, tracing your fingers through his fine armpit hair, appreciating the curve meeting his ribs, “You did well to tell me.”

Wandering lips made deep kisses against his neck, feeling the vibrations of tortured moans rumbling deep in his chest. His cock was still sheathed inside you, the grip of your channel maddeningly tight around his girth as you cruelly ground against his hips. Your clit pulled against his pelvis, searing bliss tugging at your core. “Tell me what you feel, Laufeyson...talk to me.” you keened, as his eyes flashed, lip twitching. “Madam, I c-confess am consumed with my need to s-serve only you...uhhhh..I will do anything, alt du spør om...you’re so tight...so hot, my g-goddess, have mercy... fuck.” Loki’s words were jumbled, an incoherent stream of tortured pleasure as he clambered against the rising tide. “Norns, you are... barely moving atop me and I find myself...I find..myself... helvete...det føles for jævla bra…I cannot-” While he muttered his submissions your head had fallen back, climax bubbling to the surface in your core, lost in the moment. A sharp tug of his restraints brought you back to his desperate gaze, “...I cannot-” He groaned as his head burrowed back against the pillow. The muscles of his neck bulged against the strain of denial as you ceased your measured thrusts. “My brave soldier, you’ve been so good for me. So obedient, haven’t you?” you murmured, as Loki let out a whine. He was used to edging himself to the thought of you when alone. But this? This was pushing him to the brink. “Once you have satisfied me, I promise...I’ll release you.” You drew a finger down the line of his cheekbone, his eyelids fluttering shut at the gentle touch. “Now make me cum around this cock like a good boy. And don’t you dare disobey me...” Your thighs squeezed his hips like horse and rider as you began to work him again. Slowly. Purposefully. The ridges of his insatiable length sizzled across every nerve inside your aching pussy. Loki wasn’t the only one who’d been denied their climax twice. You felt the coil in your belly tightening, high pitched moans flying from your lips as you steadied yourself against his chest. With a cry of his name, you tumbled over the edge, the familiar intense wave of ecstasy only he could bring shuddering through you as you clamped down. There was lustful malice in his eyes, a searing wall of visceral flame as he tugged harshly against the bedframe. The sight of you coming undone with his name of your lips was one he could never resist. You wondered if tonight would be any different. Loki threw his head back against the pillow, dark curls falling over his flushed face, jaw clenched in determination as he let out a guttural growl of frustration. Your breaths slowed as you lowered to his chest, sliding your palms down to grip the sides of his ass. You raised your hips, sliding up his cock, the sticky mess of your juices making a sinful pop as you released. “Madam, please…” he whimpered, tears forming in his eyes as you hovered agonisingly on the tip. The walls of your pussy clenched tightly, ready to deliver what was sure to be the final blow to his resolve. “Will you follow my orders?” you whispered, biting your lip. He pushed his jaw out slightly, his tongue sheathed behind his teeth as he fought to hold back barbed words.

“Yes, Madam...I will.” he managed to stutter between broken breaths, the end of his leaking manhood brushing teasingly at your entrance. “Then I command you to cum inside me, Laufeyson. Fill me. Loudly.” When the last syllable left your lips, you dropped down on his desperate cock, his renewed cry of pleasure thundering the air. Loki pulled his bound hands together against the bedframe. The veins in his thick forearms pulsing with pure need as he thrust up into you like an animal. Nordic curses flew from his lips you rode him, feeling every hit of his thick girth bottoming out. “Fuck...yesss…my queen, my q-queen...fuckkkk” Loki howled as he filled you with his overdue seed, waves of hot cum filling your channel as he finally found his release. The lines of his tight stomach muscles clenched beneath you, the effort of his restraint making his orgasm even more intense. Loki's face was twisted in pained pleasure, feeling the force of his climax running over him like a speeding train. His erratic thrusts slowed, the thighs pressed against your back shuddering and falling open as he went slack against the restraints. Strands of damp hair clung to his forehead, a thin sheen of sweat glimmering in the candlelight as he panted. Eyes closed. Moments passed before you reached to release his binds, gently rubbing his marked wrists. You cupped his jawline, fingers fitting perfectly into the angular edge as your lips met, his tongue slipping softly to caress yours. “Did you enjoy that, my love?” you murmured coyly, nestling into his chest as he drew you in tightly. Warm breath fanned your ear, his mischievous energy returning. Loki gave your earlobe a playful suck, before placing a kiss on the soft skin beneath. “Yes, Madam.” he purred.

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Tarot Project - N°34

That man is far too precious to comprehend. I was certainly not expecting to get a new fav out of that season, that's for sure. And so, he had to go on the tarot project.

Have O.B, just a little guy, as the Page of Cups!

(feat Miss Minutes, who may or may not try to kill them all again 🤷🏻‍♂️)

Explanation under the cut, for the braves who can bare it!

The Page of Cups is a card all about creativity and intuition- as the Pages often are. The unexpected appearance of the fish, popping out of the cup he holds, signifies that creative inspiration often comes out of the blue and only when you are open to it. What, a Loki person appearing out of nowhere and complaining about time slipping? Wow! You guess time slipping is possible at the TVA. You just have to be ready to accept it.

Therefore, obviously, the fish became a Loki.

(I mean. They can be an alligator. Why not a fish. They became a fish in the myths, after all. Careful with this one: it might stab you. With fish bones.)

Upright, the card suggests a new idea or opportunity has come to you out of the blue. New people, in your workshop! How long has it been? Even more, how long since the last time you left the damn place? Sure, you now have the great opportunity to try and fix an overloading loom, but also to ~make new friends~. How lucky! Your creative energy is flowing, and now the question is how you will express it. Will you snap up this new idea and turn it into something, or will you let someone else bring it to fruition? It is up to you!

The Page of Cups invites you to have an open and curious mind. Be open to anything – including a fish popping its head out of a cup (or a random guy sort of appearing in front of you to tell you that you're not just a failed writer named Doug, but a agent of a time police of some sort named O.B. Sure, makes perfect sens! There is no flaws in that logic). It is with a curious mind that you will discover new aspects of life and yourself. Be ready to dream the impossible dream, and explore the magic of your fullest potential, even if it seems out of reach, because yes, it was a science-fiction problem. The Page of Cups is asking you to embrace your inner child and believe that anything is possible. You can fix anything!!

(but perhaps you should not fix murderous, rogue A.I clock, O.B. Come on. See, she's already looking at you weirdly.)

Reversed, the card may indicate that you tend to work alone. Perhaps you want it that way, feeling better where you can keep your ideas to yourself without having to justify them to other's judgemental stares; perhaps you just go with the flow and assume that's what you're meant to be. Don't let yourself be forgotten in an old basement for centuries: go out, try to reach out, to find other people who are safe to share your ideas with! Don't wait for a random analyst to take the wrong turn and show up for like, five seconds, every four centuries.

With the Page of Cups reversed, you may feel called to pursue a new creative project (hey, by the way, the temporal Loom is going Boom! You will fix it, right?), but you doubt whether you can really make it work. Your inner critic may be on over-drive, and you can feel ashamed to share your work with others. You shouldn't. That lovely Loom Model was perfect and Victor would never have judge you for that. And that little guy in the suit did look like a Mobius, or a Loki, depending on the perspective. Listen your intuition, and your creative mind: if the problem can be solve, then, you will.

If not, just ask your little glowing green fish to become a tree.

And that's it for today! I really hope we'll see more of O.B in the MCU, later on. I would watch anything with that man in it, even the worst movies. In fact, let's put Ke Huy Quan in like- everything. That man is a sunshine and a very talented actor, fr.

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[lokiinmediasideblog]

Because I'm Bored:

Where do I rank in terms of MCU Loki Apologism?

Things I think Loki was justified in doing:

1. Killing Laufey-For all he knows, this was the man that abandoned him to die from exposure. This is revenge in its purest form and ALSO a way to show his loyalty to Asgard and Odin. And based on the original script, Loki was illegitimate and an unwanted runt abandoned to die (I also think he is not fully Jotun, and I think this played into WHY he was abandoned).

2.Lying to Thor about Odin’s death and his banishment-Loki just discovered he is a Frost Giant, like the ones Thor swore to kill, has been shown to have killed at the slightest provocation, and Asgard thinks of as monsters. Making sure Thor does not return is self-preservation. As a closeted person, I find the idea that Loki should have told Thor or known he would understand, ridiculous.Have you all not heard of living situations with bigoted relatives with a history of violence?

3. Nearly killing Thor with the Destroyer-Notice his previous attempt to keep Thor away did not involve violence and would have sufficed if Thor’s friends had not interfered… Say you have a brother that hates people like you, with a history of violent behavior towards people like you, and with the ability to fry the fuck out of you or smash you into puree with his magic hammer. Would you like to have that brother around?

4. Impersonating Odin and sending Odin to a retirement home-It’s self-preservation. Frigga’s no longer there to plead for his life. And I find it hilarious he was the only one to give Odin a taste of his own medicine. GOOD FOR HER! And how the fuck would he have known about Hela? Odin had been able to break through Loki’s magic, but he just decided to chill on Earth for some reason, and dump Hela’s existence on them.

By the way, I saw an interesting theory that Odin remained on Earth to strand Hela on Midgard so that she’d lay waste to Midgard instead of Asgard, but Loki calling the Bifrost changed that, ironically saving Earth and dooming Asgard. Technically, that would mean Loki unknowingly doomed Asgard, but I am not mad. How much like Odin to shuck his problems away for others to deal with.

5.Escaping from the TVA the first chance he gets. Self-preservation.

6. Being the Villain. Technically, that’s the TVA’s fault. They’ve pruned Lokis whenever they veer away from their ordained path. LOL I feel like Villain PR saying this and I am laughing my ass off. And although it’s for shits and giggles, it’s technically true in the MCU?

Loki’s not justified in:

1. Letting the Jotuns in for shits and giggles. I have seen way to many people claim it’s because he cared for Asgard, and that’s bullshit. He was jealous of Thor and he has no qualms sacrificing others (like the handful of dead guards and Jotuns) to fulfill his plans.

2.Attempted genocide of Jotunheim. Self-explanatory. He was only wronged by one Jotun, not the entire realm, and even if the entire realm had wronged him, genocide is NEVER a warranted option.

3. Cutting Sif’s hair. That’s just unnecessarily cruel. I headcannon he likes to sabotage relationships.

4. The attempted betrayal at Sakaar. Not sure what was going on through his head at that point. I think he got angry because Thor compared him to Sakaar, which he actually hates, and seemed to have given up on him. Or does he think keeping Thor and himself on Sakaar will keep them safer because they won’t confront Hela? I will go with a bit of both. I could DEFINITELY go into Villain PR mode and argue he was justified in trying to keep Thor “safe” in Sakaar because the Revengers didn’t really have a plan other than “go back to Asgard and try to fight Hela and die trying”. But I still don’t personally think it was “justified.”

5. Stabbing Thor. I just included it because it’s not justified based on context, since it came out of nowhere. But I would not use it to condemn how “Evil” Loki has ALWAYS BEEN in those posts complaining about Loki’s woobification. I would need more context on how grave an injury that would be for Asgardians. Is it some typical childhood game/fights wound? Asgardians survive being Hulk smashed, the void, impaled, and a freaking Neutron star. A stab seems like a slap in comparison. It has the same level of justification as slapping your sibling in the face when you were a kid. Unjustified, but not a big deal.

Things I am on the fence about:

1. Whatever the fuck happened for him to end up with Thanos. It’s unclear how much was him and how much was the mind stone, coercion, or some other kind of mindfuckery (there are altered memories (being yeeted by Thor into the Void rather than letting go) and that scene with the Other implying threats, past torture, psychic pain, or future torture). I think he wasn’t exactly innocent nor entirely willing. I think he saw Earth as his brother’s ant farm that he will fuck around with out of revenge, he approached Thanos willingly, but then the Black Order gained too much leverage and control on him, and the situation snowballed out of his control into an avalanche.

Another head-cannon I have is that Loki actually died in the void, but was brought back from Hel. He was willing to do anything to avoid returning there, and it’s why he made sure to try to die in battle in TDW and IW. The need to avoid Hel cultivated a fucked up sense of gratefulness and vulnerability that was exploited by the Black Order (maybe I will write it sometime). I think this because him and Thanos talk too much about resurrections and dying multiple times. Either of my Head cannons imply threats and therefore coercion, even if the Word-Of-God mind stone influence is not involved. But we also don’t know the how and why Loki ended up with Thanos.

2. I don’t think I can blame him for Frigga’s death. I know he blames himself, and he definitely had some malicious intent when giving directions (not towards Frigga). Giving someone the directions to the stairs shouldn’t exactly change much? It’s not like he plotted with the Dark Elves and disabled Asgard’s defenses. The elves were tracking the Aether and would have found it eventually, and Frigga was protecting Jane and willing to sacrifice herself for Jane. Frigga’s death is more on Jane for being reckless and fucking around with unknown phenomena without a scrap of PPE or caution, becoming a mcguffin for the film’s entirety. Jane has the common sense of white people from horror movies. Woman has no braincells. There, I fucking said it.

3. I don’t know how to feel about the opening scene in IW and I hate it. I just think it was a terrible plan and a waste of character development. And we don’t even know if it had any significant positive effects. It was both self-sacrificial and selfish nonetheless. Did it keep Thanos from killing more Asgardians? Did it only save Thor, and was that the only thing Loki cared about? If so, Loki sacrificed the entire universe for his brother. Very in-character, but it was a waste of sacred timeline Loki.

Things other people were justified in:

1. Heimdall being suspicious of Loki and attempting to behead Loki as the king regent. Heimdall was suspicious of the blind spots in his vision. Who can hide from him? Loki. And then he caught Loki quite red-handed.

2. I don’t know why Thor gets so much shit for not knowing what’s up with Loki in Avengers, and I doubt he could help him or that Loki thinks he would or could help him in the first place.

3. The Hulk giving him the ragdoll treatment. It’s hilarious and the best part of the movie. And I mean, he did wreak havoc in NYC.

4. Thor electrocuting Loki in Ragnarok. Loki was about to betray Thor. And again, they are pretty hardy. Loki survived the Hulk, the void, and impalement. Enough said. Could this have ended horribly for Loki? Of course and there are wonderful DEAD DOVE fics about it.

5. Sylvie being angry after he broke the Tempad and got drunk. Self-explanatory. How the fuck does this ever get called “abusive”? They both could have died because of Loki's tomfoolery.

6. Sylvie killing HWR and sending Loki away. It was not “abusive”, she’s barely known Loki for IDK how long. Compare that to having a goal for millenia. And she sent him away because she didn’t want to kill him.

7. Sif kicking him ONCE like it happened in the original timeline because he cut her hair. Self explanatory, and kinda eye for an eye. But what the TVA did was just cruel and unnecessary (and basically torture).

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[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Just A Trick

It’s a fucking joke. A trick. Loki’s at it again.

He’s going to snap out of this any second now, whole and well, definitely not impaled on six inches of rebar right through his back.

Dean palpates his chest, puzzled that it looks fully intact. He must be imagining the pain inside, that eerie feeling of metal grinding against bone, of cartilage and flesh shredded and bleeding.

This cannot be happening.

“AHHH!” he barks, furious, and Sam in front of him flinches.

His little brother looks frozen in shock. Dean told him not to move him, that the stupid piece of rebar that cannot be real is holding him together right now. Sam seems at a loss what to do, and Dean knows he has to take charge.

“Call 911, Sam,” Dean tells him through gritted teeth. “Now.”

At the command, Sam snaps out of his stupor.

“On it.” His fingers fly over the display of his phone.

“Tell- tell them to bring rescue equipment,” Dean rasps through the burning in his chest. There’s a mounting pressure behind his breastbone, and breathing is becoming more difficult. “They’ll have to- to cut me loose.”

Sam nods, and when the operator picks up, Dean hears Sam rattle down the five w’s in quick and coordinated order, emphasizing the fact that Dean is fucking impaled on a fucking metal rod and that there is no time to waste. Thank God the woman on the other end knows her job: In the next few minutes she does her best to keep Sam calm and Dean alive while ensuring them that help will arrive in a matter of minutes.

Hopefully, that’ll be fast enough. Dean’s lungs feel like they’re filling up with sand (although it’s probably blood), and the pain from his injury radiates through his torso in bright-hot rays.

“…him awake,” Dean catches the 911 woman’s voice through the speaker. (Did he zone out for a moment?) “And keep him still.”

Dean almost has to laugh. Keeping still won’t be a problem, pinned as he is, like a fucking butterfly in a glass case. The staying awake part, though, may become a little too much to ask. He’s tired, so very tired, and, really, who wants to be lucid with a metal rod rammed through their insides?!

He feels Sam pet his cheek and hears the urgency in his voice when he tells him to “open your eyes, Dean, stay with me, stay awake, come on, eyes open!”

Nevertheless, he feels his eyelids droop. But as his gaze wanders down, earthbound, he catches sight of one of the bodies strewn on the floor, and-

“Sam!” His consciousness snaps back to red alert. “Shit, Sammy, the- the bodies!”

His brother, eyes wide and fixed on him, shakes his head. “I don’t care, Dean. I don’t care what they’ll think. We’ll figure it out. Doesn’t matter now.”

It’s Dean’s turn to shake his head. Fuck, even that hurts. “Sam!” he urges. “You’ve got to hide- put them into the-“ He tilts his head to indicate the boarded-up stall in the corner of the barn, where the vamps had hidden the children.

Sam looks but doesn’t want to listen.

“No, Dean, it’s no use. And I’m not leaving you.”

Only now does Dean realize that Sam has gripped him under the elbows, supporting him as best as he can. Not that it’s doing much, and it doesn’t have to; the rebar is keeping him upright well enough, and Dean can still feel his legs underneath him, stubbornly holding his weight.

“No, please, you-“ Dean quickly squeezes his eyes shut against a stab of pain. “I’m not surviving this to rot in prison,” he croaks, his fingers digging into Sam’s forearms. “I can’t do it, Sammy. You can’t.”

“But-“

“We’ve gotta try, Sammy!” Dean is desperate, so desperate a stupid joke bubbles up in him. “You look like crap in orange.”

Miraculously, that works. Maybe Sam believes that it’s not as bad as it really is because Dean’s still cracking jokes. In any case, he lets go of Dean’s arms and drags the bodies, cut-off heads and all, into the stall one after the other, and he padlocks it. Then he quickly spreads straw over what little blood there is on the floor - their luck that vampires don’t bleed much, what with not having a heartbeat.

“Okay. Okay.”

A little out of breath and sweating, Sam’s back in front of Dean, back supporting him, and Dean vaguely wonders when his little brother became so strong and fast.

Everything is becoming kind of vague and cottony in his head. Flashes of panic, flashes of pain - it all bounces off a veneer that seems to lay itself between him and the world. He’s running out of time, and it’s a scary thought, and shouldn’t the ambulance be here by now?

“I’m fading- I’m fading pretty quick,” Dean manages to articulate.

Sam’s eyes flare with fear, but dammit if he isn’t trying to be brave about it.

“You’re not,” Sam says stubbornly, his grip on Dean intensifying. “You are not dying on me, you hear me? You are Dean fucking Winchester, you’ve been through worse, and you’re going to make it out of here alive! And when you’re out of the hospital, you’ll hang out in the bunker for a few weeks and watch soap operas while Miracle sheds all over your goddamn sheets, and I’ll be pissed at you for drinking beer in bed. You’re going to pull yourself together now and stay awake, or I’ll have to slap you in the face!”

Dean wants to grin but isn’t sure if it shows on his face. Everything is growing a little numb.

“Easy, tiger,” he says, and it’s barely a whisper, his throat scratchy and tight. “Take it easy on your old-” He has to cough and, Jesus Christ on a stick, it hurts like fucking hell. His ribcage clenches around the rebar, his heart hurtling into a frenzy as the pain starbursts through him. He hasn’t lit up in agony like this since his days in Hell.

Choking helpless coughs, Dean squeezes his eyes shut and tries to ride it out.

“Dean! Breathe! Come on, just breathe!”

Dean latches on to Sam’s voice until his ravaged lungs can pull in enough air again to at least keep him conscious. When the fit is over and reality returns, Dean’s cheeks are wet, and his mouth tastes like copper. Sam’s face is his anchor, his hazel-brown-green-blue eyes searching and holding Dean’s gaze as if he could tie him to this world with the love and the iron will Dean recognizes in them.

“There you go. That’s it,” Sam says firmly. “You’ve got this.”

He’s not got this. “I- hnnngh”

Dean’s legs give out, and pain tears through his chest when the rebar takes his weight like a meat hook. God no, Dean thinks, not this again. Memories of Hell flood him, red-hot and blinding.

“Dean! Hang on!”

Sam is there, ducking under his right arm and pulling it across his shoulders, his other hand on Dean’s belt. It hurts, pulling on everything that’s torn in him, and through his own choked noises of agony he hears Sam’s “I’m sorry, Dean, I’m sorry”, but at least Sam’s manoeuver keeps him from being cut in half.

I’m not going to make it, Dean thinks. And: Cas. Please. Help me!

It doesn’t make sense. Cas is gone, absorbed by the Empty. The angel cannot swoop in to save him this time. Dean’s heart stutters at the memory of his loss, of Cas’ sacrifice. Of Cas’ love for Dean. That stupid, stupid, soft son of a bitch.

“Come on, Dean, stay with me! They’re almost here!”

And Dean hears it: The wail of an approaching ambulance - no, more than one? A cacophony of sirens closes in on them.

“Hey, hey! Dean! Stay with me!”

And somehow, Dean does. He’s wheezing, and his vision is a narrowing tunnel. Blood pools in his mouth and dribbles down his chin. His heart is a piece of burning coal, his whole chest on fire. His legs don’t belong to him anymore.

But he can’t do this to Sam. He won’t do this to Cas. The angel gave his life for him. He’s not going to die like this - a stupid, senseless, idiotic death. It’s not going to happen.

The barn’s bathed in light now, and Dean distantly wonders if Cas has come after all, but then there are voices and uniforms and gloved hands on him. Sam’s warmth leaves his side, and Dean finally loses consciousness to a chorus of questions and medical lingo washing over him.

xxx

It’s not the first time he’s woken up choking on a breathing tube, but it never gets any easier. At least he knows the drill - alarms blaring and people rushing in while he gags and bucks and panics. They put him under again, and the next time he comes to, the wretched tube is out, and he’s left with a nasal cannula and the feeling of a cut-up throat. They’ve draped him on his side, propped up by pillows, and he doesn’t even want to know where all the tubes and wires lead that disappear under his hospital gown. It burns here and itches there, and his chest and back feel like hamburger meat held together by duct tape.

“Dean? Hey…”

Sam untangles his long limbs from where he’s folded himself into a chair by the bed, a blanket slipping to the floor.

“Hey, you’re awake!”

“S- … S’my”

It’s a pathetic attempt at pronouncing his little brother’s name; he sounds like a rusty door hinge. But it seems to be good enough for Sam whose eyes - Jesus, when was the last time he slept - light up in his tired, scruffy face.

“Man, it’s so good to hear your voice.”

Sam reaches for Dean’s hand, carefully, as if he were made of something breakable. But his grip is warm and firm, and Dean doesn’t shrug him off.

“How’re you feeling? If you’re in pain I can call the nurse and she can give you more of the…” He waves at one of Dean’s numerous IVs.

“Peach-... peachy,” Dean croaks, forcing one corner of his mouth into a smirk.

“That can’t be true,” a different voice says from the door, a deeper voice, and Dean almost stops breathing at the sight of the hallucination that walks into his line of vision. It must be a hallucination; it can’t be Castiel, Angel of the Lord, in his rumpled trench coat, tie loose, beardy, with a paper cup of coffee in his hand.

“You’re recovering from complex cardio-thoracic surgery. They had to crack your chest and resuscitate you - twice. You’ve been on a ventilator for eight days. I don’t believe “peachy” is an accurate term to describe your physical condition .”

Dean stares at the angel, uncomprehending. His heart throws a drumroll, for everyone to hear as it beep-beep-beeps in agitated spikes.

“Cas?” His voice cracks.

Castiel hands the coffee to Sam and steps closer until he’s right by the bed, standing there in typical Cas-fashion - a little slouched, arms at his sides, head slightly canted, blue gaze intense and ethereal.

“Hello Dean.”

There’s no saliva in Dean’s mouth. Something twists in his chest, both painfully and warm. His head is swimming with half-bred thoughts, clouded by too many fucking drugs. He doesn’t know what to feel, how to deal with this sudden, bright blue shock of elation.

“How…?” is all he manages.

Sam has risen to his feet, smiling through the exhaustion etched into his features.

“He showed up while you were in surgery. When your heart stopped. We don’t know exactly how, or why. If Jack was involved. We think that maybe it was you who brought him back.”

Dean licks dry lips. “Me?”

“I heard your prayer,” Castiel elaborates. “I wanted to come. But I was stuck. The Empty - it had me pinned down. I couldn’t even move. But when your heart stopped, I felt it, and something - something happened. It shook me loose. I felt a surge of power. And then…” He gestures around the room. “Then I was here. Human. I think you pulled me out.”

It’s all a little too much for Dean. His body is a mess, and his brain is bubble-wrapped. Words want to surface from where Dean tucked them away, rehearsed over and over, certain he’d never get to say them. His throat hurts, his chest tightens, and he is not going to fucking cry.

“I’ll give the two of you a minute,” Sam says, running a hand through his too-long hair. “And I’ll go get your doctor. She’ll be happy to see you awake.”

His brother leaves, and Dean is left with a staring angel and blinking tears away.

He lifts a shaking hand to wipe at his eyes, but the movement is pulling on tubes, and he’s weak as a kitten, so he lets his arm sink again.

“There’s so much-” he starts and stops, sandpaper for vocal chords. He can’t look at Cas anymore; he wants to look at nothing else for the rest of his life. He’s been such a damn fool.

The angel reaches out a hand and gently lays it on Dean’s left shoulder, where it’s always belonged.

“It’s okay, Dean,” he rumbles softly. “We will figure this out when you feel better. You need to rest now. I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s the permission Dean needed. Exhausted and overwhelmed, he closes his eyes.

Tomorrow, he thinks, Cas’ hand still warm and safe on his shoulder, tomorrow I’m gonna say it back.

#i only just finished watching supernatural for the very first time #and this is my way of coping #suptober23 #no.31 #trick or treat #fanfic #fix-it fic #spn 15x20 #carry on #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #hurt/comfort #whump #injury tw #spn finale #no one dies in this one #it's oct 31 somewhere

[layla4567]

Headcanon: Loki notices that you are on your period

How would the god of mischief act?

First, if Loki sees you in pain and holding your lower abdomen, he would worry about you because he would think that someone hurt you and he would take out his daggers saying: "who did it?"

Or worse, if Loki notices a red stain somewhere (for example on a sofa) and realizes that it comes from you, he would be scared because he thinks you hurt yourself. But when you tell him you're in those days, he'll probably blame someone else for the stain or even blame himself saying it was because he stabbed someone, so no one finds out it was you.

Loki will do everything possible to make you comfortable. He will not leave your side no matter how much you protest, he will give you hot things like tea or a hot water bottle to reduce the pain

And if that's not enough, he will distract you by telling you battle anecdotes or singing to you. He will also offer you his hand to hold if you are in a lot of pain (he will hold your firm grip even if his fingers hurt).

He will have to be very patient with your mood swings. At first he will be confused, even a little irritated since he doesn't understand why at first you want to hug him and then you can't stand him or see him close. To tell the truth, sometimes he will be afraid of your aggressive reactions and will ask Thor for help.

Loki will be as understanding as possible and if your clothes get stained he will wash them with no problem (it's not like he's bothered by blood anyway, he's stabbed so many people) and if he doesn't know how to wash it he'll ask you nicely if you know how to do it for him. you give him directions, or just if he can't ask anyone he'll figure it out on the way

Lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead or in your hair

Although Loki rarely lends his stuff but he lets you grab his helmet and put it on, he knows that you love to admire and touch the glowing horns.

If you have soiled your pants, Loki will come after you and whisper to you that you have soiled yourself and cover you with his whole body so that no one will notice.

He'll even offer to buy you that weird thing Midgardians call a "lady pad" (he has no idea what that is). But rest assured that at first he won't want to get involved in it, but seeing you so uncomfortable he will do it for you.

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[jennrypan]

I need people to stop tryna gaslight me into thinking this show was good and it did Lokis character justice

Like what do you MEAN there are people that fucking like this shit and think it was good?? I thought that was a joke, please be so fr.

The series started off as being about Loki (Avengers 1 loki mind you, the loki that stabbed out a guy's eye. Who was in his worst state and getting shit done by any means. The loki still fresh of his family problems and Thanos mind control.)

But then. It's abou5 fucking Time nazis and stupid shit and then oh low and behold there's a BETTER loki, and oh! She's a girl so he can have a crush on her! Nevermind how fucking weird that is and then this version is better than him in every way (Also she's a fucking oc. Lady loki is nothing like this. 🙄)

This fucking girlbossified nonsense is what Loki became. It wasn't about Loki or HIS struggles but how much Sylvie suffered. And how he has to deal with his issues cuz it's not as bad??

Like nevermind the issues Odin placed on him at a young age, hiw he never felt accepted, how he never felt equal to Thor cuz Thor was the favorite. Nevermind the torture he went through with Thanos and how Frigga died and how that affected him. (No yeah let's blame him for that. Thanks Mobius you cunt.)

And then! Let's frequently insult, belittle or hit him whenever it's necessary cuz I'm such a girlboss I can be an asshole 24/7 cuz My universe died. Or let's put Loki in a fucked up little memory where he's repeatedly kicked in the balls for some stupid ass reason. (Wow Mobius is SUCH a good person to ship with Loki, woooow. This is yalls ship?? Be so fr.)

AND THIS IS ALL FROM SEASON 1

And then we meet the Loki varients..which most of them shouldn't be a variant cuz Loki isn't some fucking title it's literally LOKI. Himself.

I can't even get through the stupid shit that was Kang and how Sylvie fucking destroyed timelines and oh wow she beat Loki again cuz shes just sooo cool, and SHE ruined the timelines and yet. Loki has to clean up her shit??

Come the fuck ON.

Loki should've stayed dead in Infinity War this is so fuckjng insane.

Lokis whole thing was how much he loved Frigga and his brother, even Odin but he felt inferior and wanted to prove he could rule, despite being a frost giant (which we barely see mention of??) He barely talks about his family and now his fuckingg tag is allll about how these people tricked themselves into thinking Loki would get with Mobius of all people and giggling about this nonsense ship of himself.

Why is Loki allll about shipping now?? And the people he's shipped with trest him like shit!!!

Fuck. This series was shit and we needa realize that

#anti loki series #j.p speaks #STOP GETTING SHITTY WRITERS FOR CHARACTETS #it shouldnt be this damn hard to STICK TO CHARACTER ARCS. FUCK #i hate this fucking show #idc. #loki #loki mcu #the devastion of infinity war is that he died so unexpectedly #but then. bring him back just to make him suffer alone?? #who wrote this show?? i wanna them to trip going upstairs every time

[galaxythreads]

Loki in the avengers wanted thor to hate him. So why is he shock in the dark world when thor hates him like he wanted

okay, I'm really glad you asked this because I have wanted to talk about this for a while, and I think it's a massive misconception inside of the Thor fandom and the Loki fandom.

Loki wanting Thor to acknowledge they're not bio family ≠ loki wants thor to hate him.

I can't think of any lines in canon where Loki specifically tells Thor "I hate you" or says to anyone that Thor should hate him. Or tells anyone in canon that he does hate Thor.

The most Loki seems to believe is that Thor should acknowledge that they're not related by blood.

Canon lines Loki says regarding this:

Loki does not want his family to hate him. That's not his goal. If it was his goal, he'd go about it in a much, much different way.

Loki does want them to acknowledge that he was lied to for his entire life and that not only is he not even their son/brother, he's not even the same species. It's very different things.

But because Thor and Odin will not address this with him, and Frigga is making him choose accepting Odin as his father or not accepting their family, Loki feels like they aren't seeing him. Again. This lack of acknowledgement about his person, about something that is in the very essence of his being, is something he finds deeply hurtful. It's why his argument with Frigga happens in the first place.

It's not that he doesn't consider her his mother. It's that Frigga makes him choose. There is no gray area for them. No "yes, i'm not your mother by birth, but you are my son by choice" or any sort of reassurance. Just "either you accept that he's your dad or you don't"

Thor, at least, doesn't make Loki choose. He and Loki just...don't talk about it, when they clearly should. I think it would have vastly improved their relationship if they HAD discussed it.

Loki and Thor skirt AROUND the topic in Ragnarok, but they never actually discuss it in any of their time together:

i feel like a lot of Loki's problems with Thor don't stem out of a lack of love. they stem from a lack of communication. this line in ragnarok, i actually found to be a really good summary of their relationship from loki's pov post-avengers:

Thor, on the other hand, seems to view Loki's desire to make them acknowledge his adoption post Thor 1 as Loki's desire to separate himself from the family and that he hates them now, because, well...why wouldn't he in Thor's mind?

Thor participated in the lie, even if unwillingly. His mother and father lied to Loki their entire lives, so of COURSE it makes sense Loki would hate him, so Thor tries to numb down to avoid thinking about it, hence the massive depression arc in TDW.

Loki has also, you know, tried to commit genocide and conquer a planet, which is VASTLY out of character for him pre thor 1, so Thor must wonder if he actually knew Loki at all or if their relationship was a facade the entire time. He feels like he never Knew Loki. Jotunheim Thor can understand, maybe. Maybe he can get where Loki was coming from, the understanding of how badly he was spiraling, the political moves Loki was trying to make, he can make sense of that.

But Earth?

Earth has done nothing to Loki.

Thor doesn't understand why Loki wants to hurt innocents. The brother that he knew defended them. Loki is the only reason the Warriors made it off of Jotunheim. Thor trusts Loki to keep people safe, and for the first time in their lives, Loki wasn't.

Hence this line in TDW:

"I don't. Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me and I will kill you"

That glimmer of hope was destroyed when Loki turned down Thor's offer in Avengers 1 to stop the attack. Thor tried to reach out to Loki in the Avengers, but after Loki stabbed him, something in Thor broke.

You can see it in his expression.

It's part of the reason that the "oh, Loki stabs Thor all the time lol!" joke doesn't land with me and I kind of ignore it as canon.

LIke just LOOK at them okay? Thor drops Mjolnir in shock. He grabs Loki's arm for support. Loki has to shove him away before Thor lets go. You can SEE the shock in his face as he looks down.

Loki hurt him.

And he meant it.

So yeah, I do 100% get why Thor would threaten to kill Loki in TDW, because he feels he has to do it in self defense. Not that I think Thor could go through with it. They're empty words and Thor and Loki know that. The idea probably sounded a lot better in Thor's head before he saw Loki again and realized oh crap I have missed you and I love you and I'm sorry too.

Loki's adoption being withheld hurt Thor too. Their parents lied to Thor too. Thor tries desperately to separate the idea that his Loki (pre-thor 1) and THIS Loki in the TDW are the same person, but by the end of the movie, he knows.

TDW Loki is more battered, grown-up, hurt, darker, a mess. But it's still his Loki. That is why Thor doesn't feel the need to bring anything up in Ragnarok. He has made his peace with Loki's choices.

Loki...hasn't yet.

In the TDW world though, Thor has clearly been putting distance between himself and Loki, he didn't visit Loki at all in TDW, but he knew where Loki's cell was immediately, which makes me think that Thor has visited Loki, just not when Loki was awake. And you know what, unlike a majority of the Loki fandom, I'm not mad at him for that. I get it. Loki stabbed Thor with the intent to hurt in Avengers. It drew blood. Thor does have a right to be frustrated with Loki, just like Loki does with Thor. Their frustrations are not equal or the same, but they are valid.

But I do want to point this out:

Loki doesn't want Thor to hate him. And Thor doesn't hate him. Thor is severely depressed in the Dark World. Apathy is practically bleeding from his every movement in the movie. Having to face Loki would have meant having to face the family issues he didnt' want to face, but he never didn't love Loki, he just couldn't trust him.

Not being able to trust someone ≠ not loving them.

(which I also find ironic that Thor says that, and then immediately trusts Loki with the most important thing to him at that moment: Jane's life. Thor trusts Loki. Loki trusts Thor. They just won't admit that because they're both stubborn.)

Thor and Loki do love each other.

And I think that Loki is aware that Thor didn't lie to him, because the person he most consistently calls family is Thor from that point out. He doesn't reclaim Odin as family until IW, and he doesn't reclaim Frigga until IW either by association (not that i think he ever really unclaimed her, he was just trying to make a point), but Thor:

Thor, Loki never unclaims, and neither does Thor

For all their frustrations with each other, they still view each other as family. the hurt wasn't deep enough to undo that:

does not deny this

the FIRST thing Loki says to him after ALL that happened with Thanos and the invasion and the Void is thAT

^ you do not mourn someone you don't love.

Thor calls Loki brother twice in that conversation and Loki doesn't say "i'm not your brother" the only person he corrects Thor on is Odin.

Because the ONLY person in canon Loki has EVER corrected about Thor not being his sibling was in Thor 1 to Thor and there were extenuating circumstances.

^ defending his sibling even though LOKI IS NOT IN THE ROOM. Loki will not SEE or HEAR this.

loki still does not deny this

TDW:

Loki: now you see me, brother

loki is calling Thor is brother again. He didn't deny it in the Avengers, but in the TDW he is actively acknowledging that they are family

Loki: This is so unlike you, brother. So clandestine. Are you sure you wouldn't rather just punch your way out?

Loki: Still, we could be less conspicuous. [Loki turns back into himself but turns Thor into Sif] Hm, brother. You look ravishing

Loki: They're on the ship! [as they approach the ship Volstagg starts attacking them; back in the ship] Well, whatever you're doing, brother, I suggest you do it faster.

Loki: You still don't trust me, brother?

Loki is practically falling over himself to claim Thor as his sibling. Part of this, I imagine, is due to the fact that he never got to call Frigga mother again, but I also do, sincerely, believe that Loki never cast Thor out of his heart.

By Ragnarok, both of them are referring to the other as their sibling, an indication that they have moved past their frustrations:

Strange: ... Your adopted brother Loki is one of these beings.

THOR: He's a worthy inclusion.

^ does not deny they are siblings

THOR: I suppose I'll need my brother back.

Grandmaster: YOUR brother. Whatever the story is. Adopted, or complicated. I'm sure there's a big history.

^ loki does not deny they are siblings

even Hela gets thrown into the "getting claimed as family" thing and they barely know her for the span of a few hours:

anyway, tl;dr

loki and thor love each other and want each other as family, they're just too emotionally constipated to actually talk about that. They have never, and will never, actually hate each other because that was never actually in canon and it won't be. And for all my problems with ragnarok, I do like that they made Loki and Thor acknowledge that they care about each other in the subtext.

Thor and Loki only use each other's names when they're being serious. Brother is a term of endearment and they are both aware of that. Loki knows that in the TDW. That's why he's using it. That's why Thor doesn't. Because Thor is still processing and trying to figure out who Loki is to him. I could talk for hours about Thor's arc with his relationship with Loki.

Loki and Thor's love for each other is what made their estrangement so painful. but they were able to repair things in Ragnarok (to some extent). Loki sacrificed himself for Thor. Thor killed Thanos for Loki.

If Loki never loved Thor, Thanos never would have purposefully picked Thor out of the crowd of Asgardians to torture him for the Tesseract. Even Thanos knew how much these two idiots love each other.

#ragnarok #loki meta #thor meta #mcu #tdw #thor tdw #thor 1 #meta #my gosh galaxy shut up #i could go on about this for hours #a HUGE thing that bothers me about fics is when Thor and Loki deny each other as siblings #they have NEVER done that in canon #they never WILL #loki denys that Odin is his father #not that Thor is his brother #The only and I repeat ONLY time that Loki corrects someone about whether or not Thor is his sibling is Thor in the bifrost fight #and it was the bifrost fight #loki was #ah #struggling #long post #thor and loki #answered #anon

[daisymylove]

 Right, I may get some heat for this, but here we go. MAJOR SPOILERS OF CHOT AHEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

As someone who had been waiting for this book for TWO YEARS, my main take away is that Chain of thorns ended being an utter disappointment. As a former fan of Game of thrones, and other fans will get my meaning, I say this book gives me season 8 vibes: a ludicrous and incomplete conclusion to something that could’ve been epic, marinated on wasted potential.The thing is, we KNOW everything will turn out alright with the world at the end and the villains will fail, after all, this is a prequel on a ya series.We know that many of those characters are the ancestors of the TMI and TDA gangs, BUT that does not mean it couldn’t have been a very enjoyable story that leaves you at the edge of your seat, for we would get to see HOW things came to be

What bothers me the most is how Daisy’s protagonism was stolen, and that’s a first for a cc lead.

Its hinted several times in TDA that Cordelia was a hero whose name shadowhunter history would never forget.She was the sword that stood between evil and the world, saving it from doom on a byegone era... but she kinda didn’t? I shit you not, Cordelia’s greatest features on this book were to kill Tatiana (seriously?) and bang james on a tub.And that’s all.And if anyone had to kill tatiana at all, that person should be grace, it would be a great end to her arc of abuse, but that’s beside the point here

All the build up of “we must get cordelia in there so she can vanquish belial and end this’’ was for literally NOTHING.

After so many people either doubting her, or saying she was their only hope, after spending most of the book not fighting and staying on the sidelines because of the paladin busyness (and making some unhinged decisions along the way), she doesn’t fight Belial AT ALL. WHAT? If she had stabbed james, would it be cohf 2.0? well yes, but it still would’ve been better than james going “time for suicide mission lololol” and driving cortana to his chest.And the healing blade? where did that come from? That was such a cheap way for him to not die

The trip to Edom was for literally nothing.Sure, it brought her and lucie closer after the strain on their friendship,but that doesn’t require a trip to Edom, they could’ve just talked and sorted out their shit

Kit’s death was ridiculous and UNmourned. Tatiana, who has no training whatsoever, killed him throwing a poisoned dagger on his shoulder. Nevermind that In book one this boy survived an also poisoned gash that ripped his torso open. Who remembers that anyway? Its not absurd at all.

Point being that if youre going to kill him, do it with dignity and give weight to it.We don’t see his funeral, we don’t see the adults finding it out, nor his parents and henry mourning, we barely see the tlh gang mourning.Jem was throughly mourned, AND HE DIDN’T EVEN DIE.Kit’s death was the literary equivalent of the Loki meme “yes very sad, anyway”  

On the topics of things we didn’t see, I’m livid that there was so much page time wasted on that senseless love triangle THAT EVERYBODY KNEW WOULD AMOUNT TO PRECIOUS NOTHING, and many important things were either told, or left open.I just wish this love triangle had never happened and Cordelia and matt had remained platonic friends. Give matthew another love interest or none at all, he and james already had enough problems to work through as it was 

 They could’ve left for france together as just friends you know. They could’ve even kissed on the basis of “why the fuck not? we are both pining and everything already went to shit anyway”, but then realized it was a mistake and let’s leave it at that.Also it came to a point where the romantic stalling of the minor couples was just too much, it felt like page filler instead of the true conflict resolution they needed to set things right and be together.I was reading all that and wondering “all right, but where’s the actual plot?” 

the explanation for the family tree was ridiculous.I would prefer some “when the city of bones fell, we lost an awful lot of data, and thats why all the documentation of the period is messed up”

The whole conflict of the clave finding out about Jesse’s identity was resolved too easily at the end

Matthew coming clean to his parents and charlotte being pregnant again was such a big and anticipated moment, and yet all we get is Cordelia telling us what james told her

Charles comes out in front of everyone and we dont see that 

Will and tessa cry thinking their kids are gonna die and we dont see that

Thomas’ come out was a bit better, but it was still telling rather than showing

dont get me started on the plot holes.Im pretty sure cc said we would see james get more powers, but all we got was the as old as time cliche of protagonists losing their powers, and that didnt make a slight of sense.They automatically lose their powers after belial “dies”, while tessa remains very much a warlock and a shapeshifter? Make it make sense. Those powers come first and foremost from Tessa, Belial dying doesnt alter the demonic blood on their veins

The cherry on the top of a long list of absurdities, to me, are the watchers. Anyone can correct me if Im wrong, but how in the world there were so many dead silent brothers and iron sisters? it doesnt add up, there should be some of them, but not enough to flood dozens of shadowhunters on their own.The nephilim only have a thousand years of existence, (magnus said more than once that he has met warlocks who had been born before the first shadowhunter was created) and those folks not only live absurdly long lives, but tend to die of natural causes.Jem lived for over a century as a silent brother and aged only two years.It doesnt add up

also am I missing something, or how matthew, thomas and alastair escaped the massive statues was completely brushed over? 

The two truths and a lie was total bullshit.It was also said that there would be political marriage, the gang would go to idris and camille and wolsey would make come backs,but none of that happened.

thats it, thats my rant that probably no one will read bc of how fucking long it is

#cordelia carstairs #james herondale #matthew fairchild #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #lucie herondale #tessa herondale #will herondale #kit lightwood #grace blackthorn #jesse blacthorn #anna lightwood #ari bridgestock #chain of thorns #chain of gold #chain of iron #tsc characters #ts critical #tsc chronicles #the last hours #the infernal devices #jordelia #jem carstairs #belial

[worstloki]

I thought I was the only one who can't get enough of them just being close brothers. Yes, let them share a bed and kiss on the forehead and do stuff that brothers do. So say... do you have fluff fics? I'm taking the easy way out by asking because you have sooo many fics. 👀 looking respectfully. I don't know where to find Thor and Loki fluff, and I've tried. I tried so hard! Found a good one where they say I love you, but it's just a vignette and it's not enough. 😢 There was another one on ao3 that I read ages ago but I can't find it again. I'm starved for the bros showing affection in whatever way. Help?

Five People Who Were Fazed By Loki Sitting on Thor's Lap by Catspook : 3k : Thor likes to have Loki sit on his lap, the Avengers think it is weird, and Loki likes to troll them

Conflict Resolution by TheOtherOdinson : 6k : After Odin's death in Norway, Thor and Loki were left alone to deal with their loss and anger. Just the two of them. With no interruptions.

Home by my_dear_man : 2k : When the closest thing to home is right in front of you, even if it's your adopted brother who tried to kill you and take over Earth.

Soft Touch by calicojackofficial : Tony catches Thor and Loki napping together on a public couch.

We Were Eight at the Time... by Writinthestars : 5k : He’d never attacked Thor before. Their quarrels were always preluded by some sort of argument so there was warning, and they both knew they wouldn’t hurt each other too terribly.

This is the first time I used a real weapon against him. There’s no returning from that. It’s too late. I could’ve killed Thor - he’ll never forgive me.

Loki’s eyes filled with tears. This wasn’t what he wanted.

OR: Loki stabs Thor when they're eight.

Five out of Five is an Ideal You Can't Have by GalaxyThreads : 13k : While on an assignment from their father, Loki gets cursed to lose his senses. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but they're days from help, and Thor is forced to slowly watch his brother lose himself. (gen, Pre-Thor 1)

Mornings are for Destroying Landscaping by SalParadiseLost : 3k : Loki and Thor decide to spar one morning.

Tony isn't amused, Peter is happy to be a witness, and the Avengers don't have any power.

Castles in the Air by cosmic_medusa : 182k : Loki's first act as King is to collect his banished brother to aid his regency, however brief. Thor discovers that the political landscape is far from what it seemed, and that the lies of Odin have resulted in the threat of both his sons' safety and sanity. Drama, angst, double-crosses, butchering of folklore and history, and the epic bromance of Asgard's Princes ensues.

Bargaining by proantagonist : 109k : Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past. Post TDW.

i couldn't change (though i wanted to); by unintentionallyangsty : Given the team's circumstances--travelling through the cosmos and headed for Midgard on a previously unplanned voyage--Loki taking up a newfound fondness for shapeshifting on a whim is hardly the weirdest thing that has happened to any single member of the Revengers in the past several months. In fact, it doesn't even make the top three. 

(Alternatively, how Loki unintentionally ends up bonding with the Revengers on the Statesman as a number of different creatures))

That Sheds His Blood With Me by Kadorienne : 13k : "Because you are my brother," Thor told him.

(Politics and family on Asgard. A brotherly love story.)

Rotten At the Heart by Coneycat : 6k : in which Odin raised Loki as Thor's brother... and then used him to force Thor to prove his loyalty to Asgard.

Picking Up the Pieces by Thursdays_Angel : 7k : During the slow ride back to Earth Tony and Nebula come across the remains of the Statesman. Tony searches the faces for his friend and finds his brother instead. Thor loves his kid brother, the least Tony can do is bring him back for a proper burial.

And if that Mockingbird don't sing by dante_baby : 7k : If someone asked Loki how he imagines his last day of youth, he certainly wouldn't say being sick and completely alone in his own room. Luckily, Thor is always there for him.

Soft by enchantedlokii : 1k : Sicktember Day Five — Comfort Item

Insurgency by for_darkness_shows_the_stars : 50k : Despite his best efforts, Loki wins the Battle of New York.

The universe will never be the same again.

I'd follow you through hel (and fight off demons as well) by ThatOneAnnoyingFox : 1k : After a bad meeting with Odin, Thor watches the void.

It’s dishonourable, but if he did it with no-one to see, who cares where he’d go?

Portal To The Past by worstloki : 106k (ongoing) : Loki gets sent back in time a few centuries and since he's over trying to gain Odin's approval he's reliving life with his own happiness in mind. Naturally, everyone else has a problem with this.

OR: that one fic where odin keeps trying but is unable to get rid of teen loki

The Frog Incident by MoonGoddex : 6k : Loki turned him into a frog. And honestly, Thor hadn't thought twice about it at first. He'd been changed into a little golden retriever puppy one time as a commentary on his general demeanour, and into a donkey by way of insult via synonym. None of those transformations had resulted in people in black and orange bursting through glowing doors that hadn't been there before. Well, okay. There were a few steps between the transformation and his capture.

Throg, or The Time Loki Turned Thor Into A Frog by PhantomEngineer : 1k : The time when they were children when Loki turned Thor into a frog.

The Glorious Death by stainedglassflood : 1k : Loki dies without honour. Thor blames himself. (I will not fight you, brother.)

Just Close Your Eyes by ADreamer67 : 32k : Ragnarok has come to pass, the Asgardians have reached a deal with the leaders of Midgard for territory of their own, Loki is allowed to stay (provided he doesn’t leave said territory), and Thor is settled on the throne. So all in all, things are going well, if you ignore the recent massacre and planetary annihilation.

Well, except for the fact that Loki is working himself into the ground. And Thor is having none of it.

Cue a not entirely legal brotherly field trip where Thor will make Loki relax, or die trying. Responsibilities? Pssh, who cares about those? (Hint - Loki. Very much so)

(death must be lonely like I am) by GalaxyThreads : 17k (ongoing) : After the Battle of New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. claims Loki for punishment and consequently, also HYDRA. When the Avengers are assembled under the belief that Loki is escaping his cell, they rapidly realize what a mistake they've made leaving the younger Asgardian in their hands. (Gen, blind!Loki)

to your own blood, and empty spaces in the throat by vellaphoria : 13k : Silence suffocated the battlefield in the wake of Thanos’ ships.

It fell from the sky they had rent in their flight from Midgard’s surface, and it rose like mist from the forests they had left broken in their wake.

It settled in Thor’s lungs, collecting in the cracks of his armor like ash.

Cold Nostalgia by ADreamer67 : 30k : It's the last Winter Solstice before Thor is crowned. Thor wants to do something special. Inasmuch as a hunt in the middle of winter is special.

Loki just doesn't want to freeze to death.

Loki, Chronologically by eirtae : 180k (ongoing series) : Loki: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n' Roll Edition

OR: series of fics about Loki's life, and Thor's

proximity parasite by everylokitten : 3k : Thor eats something he shouldn't and gets a parasite that makes it painful for him to be away from his brother for even short periods of time. Eventually, there will be a safe way to remove all traces of it. Until then, the only thing that can quell his pain is Loki. Cuddles ensue.

What family is for by dante_baby : 8k : Thor got sick and Loki is definitely not having a good time.

Five times Tony was a dumbass and one time he was a REAL dumbass. by thebackwardsstep : 3k : Her hysteria exploded through the halls, her sides splitting, face perfectly beaming. The laughter would have been contagious if Tony wasn’t on the receiving end of it. “Yeah, sure. That’s his girlfriend.” Okay, so Tony wasn’t stupid: he could clearly identify the sarcasm in the Valkyrie’s tone, meaning she was blatantly lying. Tony wasn’t stupid, which was why he felt confident in concluding that the mystery-woman was obviously Thor’s wife.

The Woes of Survival by withthekeyisking : 5k : They won, didn't they? They're off to find a new home, Thor is in his rightful place as king, and he finally has his brother back at his side.

But Loki is acting a little differently; quieter, even when he's speaking. Isolated, even when he has the entire room's attention. Flinching from touches he would have allowed before, even with the customary rolling of his eyes.

And then Thor overhears an odd conversation between Brunnhilde and Loki...

Ichor in Violet by tirsynni : 15k : When Thor learns that Loki can travel to other realms without Heimdall seeing, of course he convinces Loki to take them both to Jotunheim to hunt Frost Giants. There an accident unravels centuries of lies and threatens to unravel Loki, too.

The first rule of Vonasnire was there were no questions asked. by thebackwardsstep: 6k : Pure, shameless fluff about Thor being such a good brother and guiding Loki through his feelings even despite how much they can hurt them both.

small and little and held by Lokincest : 1k : Thor wants to be the little spoon.

additionally, virtually anything by unintentionallyangsty, GalaxyThreads, xWitchAlchemistx (who does write Thor/Loki but the brodinsons is strong), ADreamer67, etc.

#this was supposed to be a comprehensive list but then i am also working on fixing my tagging system so the order is a little random #most of these focus on brodinsons largely tho!! #i threw angst/resolution and fluff both in so some of them aren't platonic fluff specifically #hopefully that's fine shdfj #brodinsons #fic recs

[saraakpotter]

y\n babysitting Loki and Thor for 4 mins

y\c\n=your character name. your the actress and fans made this. (this is a start for a series and its not always the same story)

y\n was tiered. she just came home from filming y\m\m\n (your marvel movie name) she played y\c\n. she was Loki and Thor s sister and also the goddess of life. she quickly changed to her comfy clothes and opened her phone while eating the food she had cooked before leaving. Tom (Hiddelston) had send her a video ''y\c\n babysitting Thor and Loki for 4 full mins''.

y\n laughed at the title before clicking on the video. the intro came in that included some pictures of marvel movies and the name of the video then it started. the first was for Thor Ragnarok, it was the scene were doctor strange was talking about were Odin was.

"so earth has wizards now?" Thor said

y\n rolled her eyes: "just tell us were our father is!"

then it was time for him to bring back Loki.

strange opened a portal to were Odin was standing and Thor was about to go in "wait!" y\n said before he can go in   "something wrong?" asked Thor

"what do you think?" she turned her look to strange "Loki?"

"oh yes!" he opened a portal in which Loki fell from.

"I HAVE BEEN FALLING, FOR 30 MINS!" Loki shouts angry then pulls out his daggers. he wants to go forward when y\n uses her magic to make the daggers disappear Loki look at her confused."nope! not now." she says before Loki looks at strange with a threatening look.

"ummm.....bye!" strange says before pushing them into the portal.

The next video starts. its for (y\m\m\n:1). y\n remembers Thor s line! it was something humiliating for Loki. exactly then Loki made an innocent look at y\c\n but then she said "no Loki, no you cant stab Thor. again!"

"oh come on! he deserves it!" he says annoyed

"NO!"

he rolls his eyes.

the next videos were also from y\m\m\n. in this scene y\c\n was going to shield to check some files while leaving Thor and Loki alone.

"ok so i will be leaving for 2 hours! in that paper is everything you should not do" you said putting your cote on

"this just says 'no' you sure its correct?" Thor asks confused

"yeah i just wanted to stop you from making any possible mess."

in the next one y\c\n was reading a shield file when Thor and Loki come to her

"y\c\n i was thinking......" Thor starts

"no" she says not looking up

" you did not even listened!" Loki says

"i have seen your planes before, i dont need to hear this one!"

"but...." Thor tries to continue

"no"

"y\c\n....." Loki retries

"NO!"

the next one was also in Ragnarok. it was when Y\C\N and Thor were ,meeting Valkery.

" you know i wanted to be a valkery when i was younger!" Thor starts " but then i got older and found out they were only women s and.....i mean no...not that i have problem with women i love them! sometimes to much i just....."

"Thor.....shut up!" y\c\n says rolling her eyes.

"ok"

the next one was in the first parts of the movie. Thor was yelling at Loki " how could you? i thought you were dead! we mourned for you!" then he turns to y\c\n "can you believe him?"

"yes of course! he never dies!" you rolled your eyes at Thor s confused face

the next one was for 'Loki s1':

"wait so there are other versions of my brothers?" y\c\n asked mobius

"yes there is!" he answered

" oh no.....to of them are bad enough!"

the last  two ones were for for y\m\m\n: 2

in this one Loki hurt himself trying to protect some important object and y\c\n was healing his wounds. when it finished, she looked up and he smiled at her but she slapped him and then hugged him.

the last video was Thor snapping at Loki for something he did and ended lit by looking at y\c\n.

" i agree with Thor, we trusted you! how could you?" she shouted at Loki but before he could answer she turned to Thor and slapped him twice in the face "and....im the only one who can shout or hurt any of you! got it?'' they both nodded confused.

" now we will continue this later. we are in the middle of the road!"

the video ended with a 'thanks for watching'

y\n could not stop laughing and it got worse when she saw Toms text: i still think i didnt deserved the slap.

#loki x y/n #gn reader #mcu #mcu cast #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #avengers x reader #thor x reader #yn x

[therese-lokidottir]

Can we agree sylvie 'planning for years' it's very stupid ? I meant let's recap

1. She didn't brought back up

2. She didn't think there's possible way her plans will not work

3. Her knowledge about tva is limited, also she literally can read tva wokkers mind, she should knowing that inside tva can't using magic (it make me wander what exactly she did in tva workers min)

4. She just brought a tampad and as Hort to attack. Really?

5. She never thinking that whoever behind tva is probably a cosmic entity or some kind powerful being.

6. She didn't using everything she have to attacks, i meant clearly she can blash energy but she never using of survival?

8. She lack of power in every senses of it, and she want take down a big organization with that? Really?

It's definitely laughable. Also how dare sylvie called loki plans are awful and stupid (which it was) but not realize that her plans are stupid and awful too

I think it is when thing become the most apparent that this was re-written from a script that had nothing to do with Loki or Marvel. Because is the audience really supposed take Sylvie plan to stab a cosmic entity seriously? Because if you have even a cursory knowledge of how powerful beings can be in the Marvel universe it becomes even more mind numbing dumb.

This is a problem with Sylvie as a character and how is she supposed to be perceived. In universe and out her plan was dumb and would have no way to work. In-universe she was just a pawn in Kang's plan and only made things worse. But then she calls Loki dumb for wanting kill a cloud, but thinking she could just sword fight what is presented to be a cosmic level entity, three what she first thought, when she has no power past her enchantment.

#asks

[lokidokieokie]

Accidental Confessions

Summary: After a mission to collect a special vile, the team unwinds on the quinjet back to the Tower. What happens when Tony decides that it was a good idea to unleash whatever was inside?

Warnings: Language that Steve wouldn’t approve of :)

It was meant to be a simple mission: go in, collect the vile, get out. 

But, of course, it wasn’t as simple as it was meant to be. You guys were the Avengers after all. 

Something that Nicky happened to forget to mention was that the abandoned Hydra based you were meant to collect this vile from...wasn’t as abandoned as everyone thought it was.

They were fucking everywhere. The Hydra agents were like cockroaches: no matter how many you killed, fifty other ones seemed to take their place. And they just wouldn’t fucking die!

Like what were they made out of? Titanium? You had to stab one at least five times before they even screamed. They’re some special breed of Hydra crazy. 

But thank whatever Gods are out there (cause there has got to be more than Horns and Golden Retriever), Clint somehow managed to bypass the killer cockroaches and grab the vile (let’s all be real here tho, he definitely used the vents).

So with a final ‘Sayonara Fuckers,’ you left the building with a bang...like a literal bang. You (hopefully) managed to kill that infestation with the amount of C4 that you guys placed in the building. 

If not, it seems more like a Nicky problem.

Once everyone boarded the Quinjet, a symphony of groans and grunts filled the silence. Everyone seemed very happy to be on-route back to the Tower. 

“What did we even endure that torture for?” Pietro questioned, looking at Natasha and Clint. 

This seemed to spark some sort of curiosity from everyone, and everyone locked their eyes onto both the super-spies...well everyone beside Tony, who was too engrossed by something on his phone to care.  

“Don’t look at me! I’m just a dude with a bow and arrow.” 

“You’re still a super-spy!” You argued. 

“Potato, potahto.” You rolled your eyes. How was this guy one of the top agents at SHIELD?

“Triple Imposter, got anything to share?” Tony, everyone’s favourite billionaire, decided to discard his phone and join the conversation; must’ve been one worth having. 

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.” 

Everyone rolled their eyes at that. Of course she wouldn’t. 

“Take it from me, my friends, it is better to leave the unknown untouched.” 

Speaking of things that should be left untouched; your eyes drifted to the form separated from the rest. Loki: your secret crush. 

You had been crushing on the raven-haired god for a while now, and found him incredibly distracting during missions because of it. Like the way he moved so gracefully while slicing into the enemy was just...indescribable.

Okay, okay, you could describe it: it was hot. Like burning molten lava hot. 

But it wasn’t just his hotness; the longer you got to know him, the sweeter he became. It was subtle things: like how he remembered how you took your coffee, or how you could both talk for hours about the newest books you were reading. 

You could feel a smile forming on your face just thinking about it, and scowled. That was why you needed to quench these feelings, and fast. If anyone on the team (god forbid Nat) found out about these feelings, you would never hear the end of it. 

That was why you decided that it was better to wait for the feelings to pass; no matter how much you longed for your fantasies to become reality. It would take time--an obnoxious amount at that--but they would eventually fade. 

“What’s got you looking both happy and sad, N/n?” Nat asked. If there was one thing the assassin was great at, it was reading Y/n...and knowing if she was lying. 

So everyone could understand her utter disbelief when you answer, “A multitude of things really. Specifically, the fact that I’ll never be able to love without fear of having it jeopardised by a variety of factors.” 

You clamped your hand over your mouth as everyone shifted their eyes onto you. You did not intend to be truthful. Why would you be truthful? Inner turmoil isn’t meant to be shared. It’s inner for a reason!

“I-” Nat stumbled. “I did not expect you answer that truthfully.” 

“It’s not like I wanted to! I don’t like talking about feelings...like ew!” You shivered. Feelings are scary...

Suddenly, Thor’s laughter filled the room. “I don’t understand why my inner turmoil is so amusing, Poptarts!” 

“Forgive me, Y/n. I did not intend to mock your feelings. I am merely amused by Loki. He just admitted that he-” A hand was quickly placed over his mouth before he could continue. 

“It would be wise to keep your mouth shut, Brother.” Thor nodded his head and complied, but the smirk that lingered on his face spoke a thousand words. 

“What’s next? Bruce is going to suddenly declare his love for Nat?” Tony mumbled. 

The Scientist and Assassin were wide-eyed. “I-What?” Bruce spluttered. 

“Did not mean to say that.” Tony sheepishly smiled. 

“Something is clearly going on guys.” You spoke, a few murmured in agreement.

“It’s gotta be coming from that vile.” 

Tony smirked, “Let’s test that theory, shall we?” And with that, Tony proceeded to smash the vile on the ground. The glass shattering, and releasing whatever gas was in that vile. 

“Why would you do that?” Pietro screamed, “You might’ve killed us all!” 

“Relax, Speedy Gonzales, it’s gotta be some sort of truth serum...and I want to know all of your secrets.”

Ever since Tony has unleashed whatever was inside that vile, everyone seemed to separate themselves from the others. Who would want to willingly reveal the multitude of secrets they had? You sure had a few to keep. 

You decided to head to the back of the ship, and continued to stare at the floor. You couldn’t fathom the possibility of accidentally slipping up and revealing your crush on the mischievous god. 

Only the universe knows what sort of shit show that would bring. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by the very man who occupied your mind, sitting next you. You shifted your gaze upwards to meet his, and instantly paled. This was not going to go well.

“I couldn’t stand being on my own for any longer. I hope you don’t mind...” He trailed off. 

You shook your head; too afraid to open your lips incase words just decided to spill out. He smiled, noticing her sheepishness. 

God you loved that smile...

“I love your smile too, Y/n.” Your cheeks turned crimson. 

“Stupid truth serum.” Loki laughed. 

Guess you could somewhat tolerate this truth serum if you got to hear that sound.

“Odin’s beard, you two should just confess that you fancy each other!” Thor shouted from the front of the ship. 

Tony smirked, “It would ease the sexual tension.” 

Wanda gasped and whacked the back of Tony’s head. “There is a child on board.” She proceeded to clamp her hands over Peter’s ears. 

He huffed, “I’m almost eighteen, Miss Wanda.” 

“But seriously, you guys just need to bump uglies. Get it out of the system.” Tony ignored Wanda’s threatening glare. 

Both you and Loki remained silent; still too scared that the serum will reveal your biggest secret: that you wouldn’t mind if you did. 

“It’s not that hard, guys. Just start by admitting that you like each other.” Nat smirked, catching onto why you were being so quiet. You glared at her. 

But, it seems like both you and Loki had a need to correct their words, as you both ended up simultaneously blurting out:

“But I don’t like him, I love him!”

“But I don’t like her, I love her!”

Everyone on the quinjet snickered. They knew this was coming. However, your eyes widened, as did Loki’s. This was not how you wanted this to go. 

“FUCKING TRUTH SERUM!”

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[tobiasdrake]

The final confrontation with He Who Remains. Most of this episode consists of Loki and Sylvie sitting with HWR just... discussing the plot. Or rather, the concept of plots. And the meta-narrative breaks down a bit in the course of that talk.

That's the problem with going super-meta. There's always a line. You go too meta and your context shatters, because there's always a point where you're not really saying anything meaningful anymore.

Loki cannot stab Kevin Feige, enter our world, and live among us as a free-willed human being. That's not a thing that can actually happen. So if you write that happening in your story, it stops being a meta-commentary and becomes the entirely fictional outcome you wrote into your story.

For He Who Remains, that line is "the threshold". Within the context of the story, he's the guy who wrote the script. He serves the role of standing in for the creative team at Marvel. This is what it's all been building up to. This guy is the reason there can only be one canon continuity in the MCU. The reason Loki must abide by the script, and any deviation from it gets violently decanonized.

And at the start it works. The initial offer he makes to Loki and Sylvie is to write them a new story. Give them their own MCU property where they can be together and rule the universe. They reject that offer, but of course he knew they'd reject it because he already knows the entire script. The whole reason they're here is because that's what happens in the script. They aren't exerting their free will like they believe; This is just what the show is.

And. Like. As a meta-narrative encounter with the story's author, that clicks. But this guy also has to be the bad guy that they take down, and that's where it falls apart.

At a certain point, the meta-story breaks. HWR starts talking about his backstory because we need to set up Kang the Conqueror for future MCU films. We cross "the threshold" where the script ends and suddenly free will exists, even though this is still happening in a scripted TV series so no, that's not a thing. HWR offers to let Loki and Sylvie dictate continuity for the MCU going forward, which isn't a thing that two fictional characters can actually do.

All of the complex meaning and dissertation on what it means to be a character in a story evaporates, and we're left sitting in an office talking about whether or not to stab the bad guy. Loki and Sylvie are asked to truly make a choice that they can't actually make because at the end of the day, they are still characters in a story written by people.

This is what always happens when you go too meta. "The threshold" doesn't work in the meta-text because there is no way for these two fictional characters to gain sentience and free will. And it doesn't work in the text itself because. Like. Why would that be a thing? Why is there an arbitrary point in time where HWR's omniscience abruptly ends?

Dude just goes, "Oh, free will exists now," and then that's that. No explanation. We couldn't come up with any better way to end this scene so reality goes BING and then we aren't doing a metatext anymore.

(And that's really the Loki show in a nutshell. Everything was going great but we couldn't think of a way to move forward so I just dumped some bullshit in there. Interesting ideas, fascinating characters, and some of the worst writing in the MCU.)

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